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alocon · 11 months ago

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Business As Usual - Lance Stroll

written by alocon

Summary: Lance meets a lovely business woman and decides to drop some game with the help from the community

Before you read: Fluff, Lance being nice, Lance is underrated - I do not want Lance Stroll hate here pls, Quickly written, not edited so sorry if it isn't great x, This is basically some backstory just in case I decide to turn it into a SMAU series!!

Genre: Fluff, some social media at the end

fc: Tess Holloway for profile picture, faceless blondes from Pinterest

[The Masterlist]

Business as Usual - LS18

You walked through the woods, heading towards the isolated little river that you sat by whenever you felt overwhelmed. As you approached the opening in the trees, you saw a figure, someone sat down on the rock next to the one that you normally say at. You shrugged to yourself, not really caring if someone else was there, he seemed quiet and you could still unwind. As if he could sense a presence, he turned, looking at you. You sent him a gentle smile, walking over and sitting on the rock that sat beside the one he was on.

“Do you mind? This is my spot,” he said, sounding rather frustrated at the new presence.

“Well it's my spot too, so I'm going to quietly enjoy it,” you responded, not really in the mood for another argument that day. He seemed to accept that, groaning rather dramatically before accepting it and going quiet.

You watched as the river flowed gently, the crystal-clear water meandering gracefully between rocks. You could see the pebbles below the water, laying contently on the river bed, some adorned with moss which had slowly covered more and more pebbles over time. The sound of running water and gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze subdued the loud sounds in your brain, allowing you to shut everything that you were feeling out. The fragrant scent of wildflowers and mud filled your senses as you breathed in, causing a sigh of content to leave your mouth. The natural canopy provided by the trees above allowed you to sit there calmly, shading the sun from your face and body as you watched the ripples of the water.

You heard a gasp and sudden movement from the man sat beside you. You looked in his direction, looking into his eyes and following his eyesight to the creature that had landed by him and startled him so much. You started laughing softly. “It's not funny, don't laugh.”

“You're scared of a tiny little frog?” You asked, leaning over to pick it up. “Hi little buddy.” You spoke gently to the frog as it sat contently in your hand, bringing it up to eye level with you and looking at it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man sit back down. “Do you want to hold him?”

He was silent, so you looked up at him, seeing the anxious look in his eyes. “What if I hurt it? I don't want to do that.”

You smiled softly. “You trust me?”

He thought for a moment before gently nodding. “I guess, why?”

You signalled for him to hold out his hand, which he did, before gently moving your hand over so the frog could move onto him. You watched as his brown eyes softened, his mouth turning into a grin as he held the tiny creature in his hand. “It’s kind of cute…”

“I hope this doesn't sound weird but may I take a photo of it in your hand? Your face won't be in the picture, of course, but I like infodumping about animals, plants, buildings and history on my Instagram pages that I'm an admin on.”

“Pages, plural?”

“Yes, I have 2. One for nature and history and I have one where I post personal stuff.” He nodded, before allowing you to take some photos. You did, answering his questions about the type of frog as you took photos, him offering to take one of you holding it afterwards, which you gladly accepted. Placing your camera back in your bag after turning it off, you looked back at him as he spoke again. You placed the frog on your knee, luckily having chosen to wear shorts so your clothes weren't getting dirty from the little creature that rested contently on you.

“Why do you come here?”

“It's… an escape.” He looked at you, his expression unreadable so you continued talking. “When everything gets too loud, when family gets overwhelming, when work is stressful, it's nice to be able to escape here and just listen to the breeze and the water, the trees. It's all just so calming. What about you?”

He nodded, understanding exactly where you came from. “Same.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

He pondered your question for a moment before he decided to explain. “Where I work… people can be quite harsh sometimes. It's like I can never do anything without people hating me. They call me a nepo baby.” He paused, chuckling bitterly. “I know that it sounds stupid, getting frustrated over it, but people always say I don't deserve my job, that the only reason I'm here is because of nepotism. It's mental.” He sighed, looking in your direction, eyes scanning you. “What about you? What's going on with you?”

“My dad, well, step dad's trying to convince me to give him my business now that it's successful. Just like handing it over to him willingly. He invited me over to ask me to willingly give up the thing I built from the ground up.”

“Really? Why would he do that?”

You lifted your hands up, making quotation marks with your hands. “Women shouldn't run businesses, they should marry, have kids and stay at home doing housework.” He snorted, thinking you were joking. “I'm serious.”

“People still think like that?” He looked confused, watching as you nodded, sighing in response to that. Unfortunately, some people were still like that. And it pissed you off a lot.

“Unfortunately, I always wondered why mama willingly gave up working despite absolutely loving her job after they got married.” You shrugged. “He won’t be getting my company though. No way in hell. He only wants it for the money.” You paused, checking your phone. “Speaking of my business. I’ve got a business meeting party thing tonight so I will have to go.”

“It was lovely meeting you.” He smiled at you as you placed the frog on the rock, picking up your tote bag and heading out.

You went straight home, thinking that he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Sat in your hotel room, you decided to paint a bit before you headed for the business event. You wore quite a basic smart casual outfit - some white pants with a green shirt and matching blazer. Your hair was left down and you wore some basic makeup, not feeling like going over the top.

Stepping into the venue, you sighed. This was something you didn’t love about running a business. Sure, you enjoyed the small delicacies and the free wine you got all evening, but you couldn’t stand the large handful of males who decided that you, a woman, couldn’t understand basic terminology so would spend the entire time mansplaining to you. Usually, you’d bring a friend, but being in Canada, away from your main place of residence, you didn’t really have anyone to bring. So you wandered around the venue quietly, other than stopping to say hi to people as you passed them, champagne in hand. That was until you saw a white-haired man approach you.

He smiled, seeming rather friendly. He held out his hand. “Hi. Miss Martins, yes?” You nodded. “It's lovely to meet you, I'm Lawrence Stroll.” You shook his hand, smiling back. “Your step-father said that you're here on behalf of his business?”

You shook your head. “Martins Associates?”

“That's my business, not Anthony's,” you said, leading to a look of confusion on his face. “He's been trying to convince me to hand over my business to him willingly now it's doing well.”

“Oh, well I am very sorry if I insulted you there, dear. I genuinely had no idea.”

“No, it's perfectly fine. Has he been telling everyone this?”

Lawrence nodded. “Want me to go have words with the owner of this?”

“I’m meant to be talking later, so I’ll just bring it up then.”

You and Lawrence continued to talk, making friendly conversation. He talked a lot about his son, you realised. You didn’t mind, though. You didn’t usually know what to talk about. He explained about how his son is a Formula One driver and how he was super proud of him and how far he’s come over the years. He then looked around before waving somebody over. Your eyes turned from Lawrence to the person who was being waved over. When you glanced at the familiar man who you had spent time with earlier that day, you smiled. His face twisted from a look of boredom to one of relief, likely at someone he had noticed, someone who wasn’t an old man. “Y/N, this is my son, Lance Stroll. Lance, this is Miss Martins, she runs Martins Associates.”

“Miss Martins. It is very lovely to see you again.” Lance lifted your hand gently, placing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Please, call me Y/N, Mr Stroll.”

“Alright, and you can call me Lance, of course.” His dad excused himself so he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face. “May I get you a drink?”

The rest of the night went by pretty quickly. You had done your little talk, making it very clear at the start that you owned your business, not your step-father. You then spent the rest of your evening with your new Canadian friend, who you found out also lived in Switzerland, relatively close to you as well. However, eventually, your conversation wrapped up and you had to head home to catch your plane back.

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youruser Canada was lovely, home time now x

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mickschumacher: Hello???? The painting??????

mickschumacher: You're so talented PLEASE youruser: THANK YOU MICK!!

yourbff: You beautiful, beautiful woman. I miss you, hurry back to Switzerland xx

youruser: Of course, my love. Will come and see you as soon as I land yourbff: Thank you, darling youruser: ofc, anything for my wife x

lance_stroll: Safe travels back!! Maybe we could meet up when you're next free?

user1: Hey Lance! Thank you for fixing world hunger! user2: Lance, you amazing man, remember when you picked up that bus with your bare hands to stop it from hitting me? Thanks for that, buddy, you're a real one user3: Lance, thank you for landing my airplane safely that one time. estebanocon: Bonjour Lance, thank you for saving my cat from being abducted by aliens that one time!!! -175 more comments-

youruser: Oh my lord what is going on in my comments 😭

youruser: also @ lance_stroll, message me and we will plan something.

lance_stroll: Yes ma'am, will do x user1: HE DID IT! OUR BOY ACTUALLY DID IT landonorris: LETSGOOOO

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habitatsandhistory: Today, we stumbled across a pseudacris crucifer, known more commonly as a Spring Peeper! These small tree frogs from the Hylidae family are found in woodland areas of the Eastern states of the USA and Canada. They are usually grey, tan or olive brown with an x-shaped, often irregular, brown mark on it's back. They grow to a length of between 2.5 and 3 cm in size!

This little guy was found by the river on slide 5, when it jumped up onto a nearby rock and I couldn't resist getting a photo of it! Feel free to follow for more history and nature facts!

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lance_stroll: Wowwww who's hand is that in the second photo? Must be someone pretty cool

youruser: They were alright, I guess. Not as cool as the person in the first photo

-Word Count: Around 1.5k not including socials-

Hi All, Next chapter of MV1 will hopefully be out in the next week, I have had some writers block though so my apologies for that. Hope you're all well. Here is a Lance story, it is unedited tho so pls give feedback. I used tweetgen for the tweets and used canva to make the instagram page and post Have a lovely day x Alocon

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zablife · 5 months ago

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Long Distance

Johnny Davis x reader

Johnny Davis Masterlist

Summary: Johnny calls from the road to check in on you. He can tell from the sound of your voice, you're desperate for him so he decides to help you...but only if you're a very good girl.

A/N: Sorry for all the requests I have piling up in my inbox! I will get to them soon. This was giving me brain rot tho. 18+ MDNI, guided masturbation, use of the term "daddy"

The phone trills once, then twice as you scramble to reach it, knocking the heavy receiver from its cradle in your eagerness. "J-johnny?" you falter softly.

"Hey, babydoll," he hums. If he closes his eyes, he can almost picture you in a pastel nightgown, brushing your hair in front of the television set as you do every night.

"Waited for your call," you simper, despite your drooping eyelids. "I needed to hear your voice tonight."

"You waited for me, huh?" he asks, a smirk audible in his voice as he realizes the need present in your voice.

"Course I did," you coo back at him and he can envision that look in your doe eyes, large and glossy as you listen to his every word with pure adoration.

"That's right, cause you're my sweet girl. So good for me," he praises, knowing how wet that makes you.

"I am," you nod obediently as though he might be watching.

"You ready for me?" he asks, even though he knows the answer to the question before he asks it.

"Want you so much," you murmur, hips rocking against the sofa involuntarily, a vain attempt to gain some kind of friction.

"Oh, sweetheart...you don't sound so good," he can't help but tease, knowing you haven't had a release in over a week. "Tell daddy what's wrong?"

You want to touch, fingers sliding down your abdomen and stopping at the band of your underwear. However, you freeze as you remind yourself it isn't allowed when Johnny's not home. The more you try to talk yourself out of it, the worse the torture becomes. The fire burning beneath your skin simply won't abate so you decide to beg. "The tingles are too bad tonight," you whine pathetically. "Please let me touch, daddy."

Johnny hums for a moment as he considers it, relishing the power he holds and then his mind is made up. "Only if you listen to my voice very carefully, little one."

Your heart leaps at his permission, chin nodding against your chest vigorously before you've even heard his terms. "Yes, yes, yes," you pant, tracing your hand along the gusset of your panties in expectation. It draws a tell tale whimper from your lips which doesn't go unnoticed.

"You're breakin' the rules, darlin'," he warns in a low growl, making you gulp and jerk your hands from your body, head turning to see if he might be peeking through the curtains.

Then you hear a good natured chuckle rumble from his chest followed by honey coated words of praise, "Just joking, sugar, want my girl to feel good all the time. But you gotta let me show you how, okay?"

You sink back into the sofa with a sigh, eyelids half closed as Johnny gives you the okay to slide your panties from your legs.

"Pull your nightie up and let it sit high on your waist now," he instructs in a thick whisper. "Spread your legs so you feel that nice, cool breeze on your pussy....But don't touch her yet."

You pant into the receiver and hear him laugh at you. "Johnny, don't!" you scold him as your crimson nails dig into the cushions, head tossed back in agony.

"Sorry, angel," he corrects himself. "Can't help but imagine you spread wide, dripping on the couch cushions," he defends himself. "My lonely little baby making a mess just cause she misses her daddy."

You bite your lip, his filthy words making you warmer by the minute. "Pl-please," you whimper.

"Oh, angel..."Johnny breathes down the line and you can practically hear him palming himself to your frantic panting. "Go on and touch. Tell me how wet you are f'me."

You trill in exquisite delight as your hand slides between parted lips, your slick coating your eager fingertips. "So wet," you echo back to him.

"Wish I could have a taste'," he murmurs in appreciation and you can vaguely hear a smacking sound in the distance. "You go on and taste for daddy like a good girl, won't ya?" he asks with a deep sigh.

"Uh-huh," you slur out in promise.

"Slow now, leave a trail up that perfect body before you suck those fingers. Got two in your mouth now?" he asks.

"Mmmmm," you confirm, pursing your lips and licking your juices.

"You taste sweet or salty tonight?" he prods, wanting to know every detail.

"Sweet," you taunt, middle finger popping from your pouty lips audibly.

"Then you're ovulatin' darlin'. Gotta get back to ya soon," he grits out, the wet sounds on his end growing louder. The idea of breeding you always a turn on for him.

"Daddy?" you whine.

"What is it, honey? What you want?" he begs to know.

"I ache," you remind him.

"Gonna take care of that right now, sugar," he promises lowly. "Rub for me like you I taught ya."

Your hand slides to your clit, fingers tracing circles feverishly now that you've been given permission. A wanton moan escapes and Johnny knows you've complied.

"Feelin' good?" he asks.

"S-soo good," you slur as your back arches off the sofa to meet your own hand.

"I know, playin' with that pussy feels like heaven, don't it?" he reminisces to himself, thinking of your soft, warmth clutching his fingers and milking his cock. "Can make you feel drunk," he adds with a sigh.

You nod in agreement, fingers fumbling against your swollen bud in satisfaction until he adds soberly, "But that's why you gotta stop when you can't think straight. Stop and count to ten."

"Wh-what?" you mutter, feeling your pulse throb in your clit painfully the moment you cease movement.

"I said, hands off," he instructs sternly. "Start countin."

You nearly cry as you begin in slow uneven breaths, Johnny humming his approval and hushing the tears he knows are threatening to spill over your beautiful lashes.

When you come to the end, he soothes you, "Good girl, I know that was hard. Wish I could see that pretty pussy clenching for me, I do," he sympathizes in the softest voice you've ever heard. Yet somehow you still want to hit him, claw at him for keeping you from your release.

"Johnny, please..." you whimper. "N-need it," you beg.

"Smack it first," he answers. As your knuckles tighten against a cushion without verbal reply, he coaxes, "S'okay, little one, didn't say I was gonna ruin it, did I? You're gonna cum hard for me in a minute. Hang on, now."

And you know he wants to hear the sounds of your palm meeting your wetness, giving you just enough stimulation to keep you on edge. Brow furrowed as your hand raises in the air, you whine against the sting, his chuckle your only answer to the question if he's satisfied.

After a long pause he sighs deeply over the line, imagining the jaw dropping sight of your red, puffy lips. "Go on, slide your fingers in," he tells you breathlessly, wishing he could feel the heat against his own hand. "You deserve it, angel baby."

"Thank you, thank you," you mutter to him as you pump your digits into your throbbing cunt, needing something, anything to help you peak.

But it isn't enough and your frustrated grunts soon prove it. Johnny knows it before you can express the thought and he whispers a solution in your ear like a savior. "Hairbrush, darlin'. Use the handle to fuck yourself," he offers.

The relief is instant, reaching further than your small hand ever could and you're a whimpering mess, dropping the receiver from your shoulder before you realize you're cumming hard.

That doesn't matter to Johnny though. He's listening to every harmonious sound over the static filled line, spilling over his hand just as you seem to crest. "My perfect babydoll," he grunts in complete satisfaction.

When you recover, you find the phone and place it to your ear. "J-johnny?" you repeat much like the beginning of your conversation.

"Did daddy make it better, darlin'?" he asks with a smug grin on his face.

"So much better," you huff out, still experiencing aftershocks as your hands trace over trembling thighs.

"Sleep tight. I'm comin' home tomorrow and I want you well rested," he reminds you, thoughts of everything he wants to do to you in the forefront of his mind.

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aluria-sevhex · 7 months ago

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HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSS

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

notes:

-aight i'm back yippee

-title theme my beloved

-i always find it so funny when an enemy tries to freeze Mira

-gonna try this boss again

-ok i think i'll just replay Floor 3 on this loop instead of looping forward after i find out another one of Bonnie's favorite foods so i can build up everybody's stats

-OH. BONNIE OVERHEARD THE DEATH CONVERSATION.

-heh Bonnie slapped Siffrin

-uh... the audio is REALLY ominous...

-oh, Bonnie...

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID I JUST LOOP SLIGHTLY BACK IN THE PAST?

-Siffrin you ok i don't think that was helping ur mental health issues your eye is covered in shadow in your dialogue portrait

-i will once again NOT kill Siffrin via anaphylaxis. i will take the fish head

-...i didn't. get info on Bonnie's favorite foods this time.

-ok according to the save screen that didn't count as a loop

-anyway time to try looping to get the Bonnie snack info

-hey... the Tear dialogue isn't as silly anymore (it just says yes or no without the 'looping time' or 'living time')

-hey i didn't skip any loops this time!

-time to kill this pair of assholes again

-"carry my ashes with you" aw that's a sweet dialogue option

-i am so tempted to kill Siffrin. but i won't.

-awwww... i talked to Bonnie and now Sif is comforting them

-ok how the fuck do i get the info. BONNIE PLS.

-hold up. does Siffrin no longer nod when zoning out? :((((

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET TO GET THE KEY ON FLOOR 2.

-...Mira's roommate. was learning to make bombs. why???

-lol Isa knows how to make a bomb

-Mira has anti-anxiety meds. this makes a lot of sense tbh

-...what are these papers for???

-so i decided to try using the silver coin since a person said that you can do something with it related to the croissant lore. and it said "you think about the Incident" or smth like that lol

-lol Sif forgot the term 'stuffed animal'

-idk why but it feels like a lot of Craft skills are like. slower. or have bigger cooldowns in Act 3. even tho i KNOW they don't and my brain is fucking with me

-ok the game accounted for the key thing

-in the bathroom again

-Sif is calming themself again and figuring out what to do

-Siffrin, self-loathing and calling yourself stupid won't help :(

-i zoned out at some minor dialogue but i don't remember what the dialogue was the first time so i am fucking clueless about what was going on with a choice i made. sorry Mira idk why i 'saved you' by smacking your mouth ;_;

-i love getting to obliterate weaker Rock enemies with Paper α V

-i have now gotten Sif to level 60

-sometimes it's nice to take a break and talk to Loop

-wait a sec. doesn't one of the lower floors have a sharpening stone?

-ok it's been a while and now i have everybody back to level 52. time to kick the asses of the 3rd floor boss

-ooo Odile got a new skill

-time for the last snack break!

-Bonnie's upset now because i didn't try the fritters D:

-time to face the King again... and hopefully talk to him

-welp. *that* didn't work

-oh nvm now i can ask him questions via the Craft menu!

-you. you can give the King the flower.

-yeah the characters have a point! why Vaugarde specifically?

-the King is NOT responsible but he says Siffrin has an odd smell. huh... the only other things where an odd smell has been noted is Bonnie saying the star crest Sadnesses smell odd... but if Sif had that smell then it would've been noticed sooner...

-dude. how rude to say that if Siffrin doesn't understand Time Craft they can't understand the King's methods. maybe i should read more on Time Craft in one of the libraries? or that one book on craftonomy...

-the "you have heard this before" for zoning out got more and more annoyed

-once again. what does the King need to say?

-hm i was talking to Odile and Bonnie piped in really excitedly that they have more pineapple in their pocket

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MIRABELLE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU STOPPED ISA'S CONFESSION ToT

-time to talk to Euphrasie and loop again ig

-hey what's that in her hair?

-"you inhale sharply, almost choking on the smell of burnt sugar around you" BURNT SUGAR BURNT SUGAR THAT'S THE SMELL OF TIME SHENANIGANS AS SEEN WITH THOSE SADNESSES

-SAY SOMETHING ELSE EUPHRASIE

-how do i get the familytale?

-ok i talked to Odile and i'm gonna help her!

-am i gonna have to go all over town for this?

lmao yeah i think i will

-oh hey the wizard-loving kid is named Manon

-oh my god. i have to go back to the boulanger

-FINALLY

-:O THERE IS NO RESEARCH???

-oh THAT'S why Odile is in Vaugarde

-oh... her mom left... all of her travels here have been to try to reconnect with that part of her...

-HEY SIFFRIN I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING WHERE THE *FUCK* ARE YOU FROM?

-damn. bro has amnesia

-LMAO I ASKED MIRA ABOUT THE PAPERS AND THE BATTLE THEME STARTED

-...bonding proposals???

-oh my god Mira joined a dating website group

-"we have one of those at home"

-"oh, i don't have a type! i like all kinds of people equally!" is this in a bi way or an aro way

-YEAH AROMANTIC REPRESENTATION

-DIVERSITY WIN! THE KICKASS HANDMAIDEN WHO'S IMMUNE TO BEING FROZEN IN TIME AND THE SORT-OF CHOSEN ONE IS ARO!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT YEAHHHHHHHH :D

-oh, Mira :( you're not the problem you don't have to do anything like that you're not comfortable with

-hm this game is dealing with personal identity a lot

-:( :( :( oh, Mira...

-DIVERSITY WIN!!! THE SKETCHY WANDERER STUCK IN A TIME LOOP WITH MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IS ACE!!!

-MY BLORBOS ARE ACE AND AROACE FUCK YEAH I AM SO HAPPY

-FUCK IT I'M POSTING NOW

SERIOUSLY THO I DON'T THINK I CAN ACCURATELY CONVEY HOW FUCKING HAPPY THIS PART IS MAKING ME. TWO OF MY FAVORITES ARE ACE AND AROACE HELL FUCKING YES

#homegrown post #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

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swearwolf-lupin · 14 days ago

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Fuck this shit: Remus Lupin

Hello

I’m Remus John Lupin

he/him

No, me and Romulus are NOT related

☾ 17

☾ bi pride

☾ House of Athena- Gryffindor

☾ Stu[dying] at the Hogwarts academy

Likes:

~sweaters ~doc Martins ~music ~Rock ~Bowie<3 ~Hozier ~Reading ~My friends ~Six of Crows ~Fall

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My friends :

@blackrosedeity - my star - Sirius <3 @j-potteringaround - Antlers for brains - Prongs @pete-the-thief - cheesy mf /pos - Wormtail @flower-of-athens - Miss Perfect- Lily

@a-mist-covered-star - as smart as he is short (very) /j - Regulus

@motherfuckin-marls - Gay goo - Marlene

@littlelambismybestie - Queen of Hearts - Mary

@0-all-is-fair-in-love-and-war-0 -Dorcas

Others I know:

@welltobefrank - Frank Longbottom

@al1-f0rtescue - Alice

@sepia-vance -Emmeline

@evanofthedead -Evan Rosier

@the-real-barty - Barty Crouch Jr

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@elegance-and-romance - Narcissa Black @followthegossip - buggy gossip- Rita Skeeter @psychoblack - the most homophobic homosexual I met - Bellatrix Black ~ ~

Ooc: Hey! This is an rp vlog of au mixing greek mythology’s kids w Hogwarts and were just having fun

if you’d like join pls massage either me or the sirius ( @moonandstarshangoutinbars)

haters dni have a nice day!

#dead gay myths rp #remus lupin rp #Marauders rp

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topazadine · 5 months ago

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Ah I feel like I should reintroduce myself

Mostly because I kinda forgot what I said in my last one.

Look it's my dog Clark and my giant stuffed duck Ahiru-san (of Bizenverse fame, yes I bought the stupid fictional duck)

Anyway, basic points:

Cam

Ohioan (most important identity)

She/her pronouns

Fantasy author

Pit bull mom

SEO writer

Lesbian

Bipolar

But wait there's more

My hobbies other than writing, in order of how much I manage to do them

Staying up really late

Fighting with people on the internet

Walking my dogs (is that a hobby?)

Yelling at my plants to grow faster

Knitting

Horseback riding

Rock climbing (new! I am still bby)

Photography

Dollhouses

Kayaking

Traveling to underappreciated places

Activities I am fascinated by but do not understand whatsoever (if you have tips or do these things tell me pls)

Archery

Mounted archery

Caving

Ukulele

Embroidery

Spinning yarn

Things that I am deeply curious about

Caves

Superstitions

Human psychology

International conflict

Comparative mythology

Cryptids/ghost stories

Cults (but not joining them)

Bizarre deaths (especially stuff like cave diving deaths)

Stuff I have written that you should read

9 Years Yearning

The Lucretia Cycle

A lot of stuff on AO3

My sorta defunct blog (I moved back to Tumblr lmao)

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Random facts about me that no one cares about

I have double eyelashes and a chest tattoo that says "Death to Rapists" in Latin Additionally, I have dyscalculia, which makes it almost impossible to learn languages or play a musical instrument because Brain Don't Work That Way. So it is annoying when people screech about monolinguals and say we're all lazy or whatever. I've tried multiple times to learn multiple languages and it simply does not work. Get off my back pls (random pet peeve) I studied abroad in Scotland on the prestigious Gilman scholarship and it radicalized me against England The main reason I did my Master's degree in International Relations is because they offered me a free year of tuition. This radicalized me against becoming a politician. As an aside, I did my Master's thesis on international human trafficking. Multiple people have told me I'm like a herding dog because I need to be doing something and get sad if I don't have a task My greatest fear is being electrocuted by stepping into a puddle after a rainstorm I get anxious going to the grocery store but have no problem with public speaking (strange) My favorite job I've ever done was an internship working with refugees (love) My dream vacation would be visiting the lava tube caves under Aokigahara, climbing through Buddha's Nostril in Nara, and then petting all the nice deer at Nara Deer Park I would also like to visit Mongolia and eat all their yummy snacks My most hated household chore is laundry Last year, when I went to Blood Prison, I cried because I didn't get scared and it's supposed to be one of the scariest haunted houses - I have a bizarre immunity to haunted houses because I can't suspend my disbelief Whenever I am in pain, I completely forget about the existence of NSAIDs and instead bitch about being uncomfortable until someone (usually my mom) reminds me that modern medicine is real and may in fact have solutions One time I stapled through my hand with a staple gun because I was trying to repurpose a cabinet drawer into a scratching post for my (now deceased) ferrets I am terrified of amusement park rides where you go up in the air but you don't have your feet on anything, like Windseeker at Cedar Point. My primal lizard brain craves the ground. But rock climbing is fine.

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obsolescent · 1 year ago

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Hey!! Next one week I’m getting braces and as someone who has very strong anxiety this has been getting me so much stress and making me feel like complete crap. Could you please write a ghost x reader (gn since I’ve read that’s what you use:) ) trying to help reader just relax or feel better. Something like that would be nice. Love you work, you are amazing take care 🩷

Don't you Fret

Author’s Note: Hi! This is so sweet. This will make my first Ghost x reader piece! I hope you enjoy it and I hope it’s what you were looking for! Also I left this ambiguous on what the procedure is, so if any of you are worried about any kind of upcoming procedure I hope this eases your worries some ♡ Good luck by the way!! You’ll do great :)

Content Warnings: Gender neutral language used, fluff, Simon trying to understand southern slang lol

You stare down at the paperwork in front of you. The contract, consent forms, guidelines, and instructions on what to do in preparation for your procedure next week lay scattered across the coffee table. Your leg is bouncing a mile a minute while you chew on your nail, the reality of it starting to set in.

To say that you’re an anxious person…Well yeah, you are. It’s even worse when it comes to medical procedures. This ain’t even that extensive of one, but reading the step-by-step process of what will happen, how long it’ll take, and the aftercare is making you pretty antsy. “Ugh,” you groaned, putting your face into your hands.

“You alright, love?” You jumped, twisting around to find Simon standing behind you. “Good lord, felt like my soul left my body,” You gasped out. He snickered, walking around the front of the couch to sit beside you.

He grabs your hand and begins stroking it, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin, helping to ease some of your nerves. He glances at the papers laying across the surface in front of you two and asks, “This what’s gotten you on edge?” “An understatement,” You grumbled, “More nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

He stared at you for a moment, face blank, before those blond brows of his started to furrow, brown eyes narrowing. You can almost see the equations floating around his head as he tries to decipher the phrase. “Fucking hell. English, please. Or at least slow down, can’t understand with you talking so fast.”

“I’m very fucking nervous, alright?” You mock back, a poor attempt at an English accent. He huffs at that, before pulling you into an embrace. “Cheeky,” He muttered into your hair, giving a kiss to your head. You sighed, sinking into his warmth.

You’re so glad to have him home with you at this moment. The two of you always appreciate your time together, but you more so now than usual, with how worried you’ve been.

“Anythin’ I can do to help ease your mind?” He asks, rubbing soothing patterns into your back. You hum, nuzzling your face into his neck, before saying, “Not sure. I feel like crap right now, upset with myself for being so upset. It’s annoying! I wish things like this didn’t bother me, that I could be more like you. It seems like nothing phases you, you’re always so cool and collected.” You sighed, fiddling with the hem on his sweatshirt’s sleeve.

“It’s not like I’m having extensive surgery that’ll have me under for hours!" You exclaimed, making exaggerated hand gestures while speaking. Simon grunts in agreement, “Can’t help what your brain is in shambles over, love.” You sighed again, pulling away to look up at him.

“Darling,” He said, voice gravelly. He cups your face in both hands. You look into his eyes, finding adoration and warmth. You feel a tingle in your nose, a sign you’re about to start crying. Scrunching your face up, you will the tears away, unsuccessfully. You start to sob, your hands coming up to cover your face. “None of that now,” He says, pulling your hands away, peppering kisses across your tear stained cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry,” You choked out, “I feel pl-plumb stup–” Before you can finish your sentence, Simon is picking you up in his arms. You squealed, latching onto his shoulders as he made his way to your bedroom. He opens the door, walks toward the bed and drops you onto the mattress before plopping himself down beside you. He turns you towards him, bringing you into his warm embrace once again.

“Now then. We’ll stay here as long as we need, yeah? Just let it all out, alright?” He murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. You cling to him, feeling safe and secure in his grasp. Hiccuping, you replied, “Thank you, Simon. Love you.” Your words are muffled by his shirt. He chuckled, pulling back enough to bring you into a kiss. “Love you, too, pet,” He whispered after he pulled away. Under his breath, you hear him begin to hum.

You two stay interlocked, listening to his heartbeat and humming, it lulling you to sleep. His hand continued its ministrations on your scalp as he felt your breathing even out. He pulls far enough away to look at your face, relieved to see you so calm. He smiles to himself, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “My favourite,” He whispered, content with you relaxed in his arms.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 months ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

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Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: LMAOOO I haven’t written action sequences in a minute so this one took me at least 5 days to write. I had to stop, come back to it, stop again & then come back when I came up with something good. Writing action shit is HARD. I hope it’s not too terrible tho 🥺🥺 pls be nice to me -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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TWENTY-THREE: THE III MOST WANTED.

You awaken to a splitting headache.

It is by far the worst headache you have ever experienced in your life. You’ve been drunk many, many times and had the misfortunes of waking up to horrible hangovers, but nothing this bad. Your entire brain feels like it’s throbbing.

You groan, furrowing your brows and squeezing your eyes shut tight against the God-awful sensation.

But you don’t get a chance to focus on it for long. Not when you’re feeling your body rock back and forth like you’re on a ship. Your eyes open and adjust to the new world around you….which is really nothing at all. Nothing but wood, anyway, and a small sliver of light that nearly blinds you as you raise your head.

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

All you hear are wheels creaking and the sound of hooves against stone.

Suddenly, you hear a horse whiny and the wooden world you’re in violently shakes. Your head slams against the wooden floor and your temple explodes with pain. “Whoa!” Someone exclaims to the whining horse. “Relax, beast. We need to get there alive.”

Through squinted eyes, you peer up through the little window where the light is pouring in from. A stranger’s legs and the back of their brown jacket is all you can see, but you can also see that they’re sitting on a bench and holding leather straps that are obviously attached to a horse.

You’re in a carriage. And not one of those nice, fancy ones with cushioned seats. You’re in a wooden box, being hauled away like a prisoner. Pain explodes in your temple, flared by the stress. “Ah, shit,” you hiss, pressing a hand to your temple.

“Oh,” the stranger says, acknowledging you. “You’re awake. Good. Now shut up so I can focus on gettin’ you where you need to be.”

You don’t even know if you can talk anymore. Your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. Your body feels stiff and you can also feel something stick at the back of your head. You already know that it’s blood. All you can remember is talking to Valentine, holding his dead body, and then confronting a disguised Benji the Bandit.

Despite your foggy memory, you know he hit you and somehow you ended up here. Maybe this stranger is taking you to your death now.

Pressing your hands against the wall, you try to lift yourself up onto your side and peer out the opening. “Where am I?” you ask the stranger. “Where are you takin’ me?”

The stranger sighs, sounding exhausted more than irritated. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” he growls.

You decide to probe him a little more, trying to size him up. Maybe he’s stupid enough that he’ll fall for your trap. “Well, ‘scuuuuse me,” you scoff. “It ain’t like I just woke up with a splittin’ headache and no idea how the fuck I got here! The least you could do is enlighten me.”

“En-what?” he grumbles, confused. Yeah. Definitely a sure thing. “Tell me where I am and where I’m goin’,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

The stranger is silent for a few long seconds as he steers the horse down a bumpy road that you pay the price for. The wooden box shakes and trembles with you—its precious cargo—in it. You do your best to stay perfectly still to avoid hitting your head again.

“You’re lucky the Boss told me he needs you alive,” he huffs. “You’re in Cherrywood and about to meet your maker once I getcha to the Boss. He’s got some unfinished business witcha.”

“Boss?” you gasp. “You mean Benji?” The stranger falls silent, ignoring you again, but he’s given you all the information you need. You know this is one of Benji’s goons about to ship you off right to his boss’ doorstep. Perhaps Gojo and Geto are there too? Stupid hope blooms in your gut even when you feel the looming threat of certain death overtake you.

The rest of the ride is bumpy and quiet. So quiet that you can hear your own breathing and the horse’s hooves click-clacking along the road. You don’t even hear birds chirp. Where are you? Are you really in Cherrywood? Where are you being taken?

You get your answer when the horse comes to an abrupt stop, causing you to bump your forehead against the wall. “Ow!” you exclaim, rubbing away the growing bump. You hear the goon grunt as he jumps down from the bench and his boots thudding in the dirt as he gets closer to your wooden hideaway.

You shrink into the corner, your heart thumping wildly. You already know you have no weapons. Maybe you can fight him off? Kick him? Punch him? But that could be your end if he has a gun which seems like a fact since he’s one of Benji’s men.

You don’t have anymore time to contemplate fighting back when the door to the carriage is yanked open. You squint into the sunlight at the goon, his long brown hair, and yellow teeth. He has a tatted skull on his right hand, confirming what you already know. He is of Benji’s gang. He pulls out a pistol and aims it at your eyes. “Get out,” he barks. “And if you even think about runnin’, you’ll be dead.”

Despite your thundering heart and fight or flight kicking in, you slowly scoot to the end of the cart and climb out into the blinding sun. You squint at your new surroundings, trying to make sense of where you are. All you see is foliage and patches of grass stretching across red dirt. Are you going to be killed out here?

You stand as still as a statue as the goon grabs something from underneath the carriage. Rope. He gives you a sharp look and you continue to hold still, biting the inside of your cheek. You can’t make any sudden movements. You watch as the goon ties your wrists together in the front before he presses a gun into your back. “Walk,” he demands. “Don’t stop till I say so. “And if ya try any funny business, I’m blowin’ them brains sky high.”

You swallow hard and begin to walk, albeit stiffly. But it’s enough for the goon. He follows behind you, his gun still aimed at your head. Though your feet feel heavy and sluggish, you continue to walk, watching as the environment begins to change around you. While it’s still sparse and no living thing is present except for foliage, you notice the steel railings of a railroad track as you walk up to it immediately.

‘Oh, no,’ you immediately think. You’re being led beneath a railroad bridge. No good ever comes from that. Is Benji going to kill you and leave you to rot beneath the bridge? Is he going to use you as a pawn to rob a train and then kill you? You think of Geto and Gojo, remembering that they were framed and would’ve died if not survived that train wreck Benji and Valentine’s goons caused.

You fumble slightly, nearly tripping onto the dirt. The goon grunts in irritation, cocking the gun. “Over here,” he snaps, grabbing your arm and aiming you left towards the tunnel that the metal railings have formed. “Keep walkin’.”

Despite your fear, you walk, traveling farther and farther under the bridge. As you do, you start to see a black cord snaking up the road, guiding you and the goon. Once you make it to the end of the cord, you find that it leads to a mysterious burlap sack. Hovering above that sack is Benji digging a hole, looking haggard and dirty in a jacket, riding pants, boots, and a hat.

And beyond him are two familiar faces you thought you’d never see again. Your beautiful outlaws sit back to back, tied up in rope and bond with bandanas tied around their mouths. Both of their handsome faces are dark with bruises and caked in blood. Their eyes widen in shock at the sight of you, looking horrified to see you there. “Oh, my God!” you cry out, overcome with all kinds of strong emotions.

You try to go to them, but the goon pistol whips you and sends you careening onto your knees. Benji uncovers the sack, revealing a makeshift pile of dynamite. Your heart lurches into your throat as he slides a box of matches out of his pocket. “Don’t move,” he growls. “Or they and every single person in this shit town gets blown to bits.”

You stop, seized with fear. Benji grins, knowing he’s got you.

“Boss!” his goon shouts, grinning his sun-yellow teeth at the bandit. “I got her here alive just like ya said! Took her out of that prison as soon as ya gave me a call, ya see? Not a scratch on her!” He yanks you over by your belt, nearly making you tumble and all.

Benji doesn’t look the least bit proud as he covers the dynamite back up. “Yeah,” he grumbles, turning back around to dig. “I see it. Anybody see ya?”

The goon frantically shakes his head and you almost feel bad for him. “Oh, no, Boss,” he chuckles. “Even if they did, the whole town is scared of ya! Everybody was snugged up in their homes with the curtains drawn and the doors locked when I rode through.” That explains why Cherrywood seemed so quiet when you rode in. Everyone knows Benji is in town.

The goon then pushes you aside so you’re behind him, respectfully taking off his hat. “So do I get my reward now?” he asks, hope in his voice. He takes a step forward, holding his hands out as if Benji will deliver him a sack of gold.

Benji stops shoveling but doesn’t drop the shovel. Instead, he turns to his goon with the hopeful, sparkling eyes. “Yeah,” he cooly replies. “Here’s your reward.” You watch as his hand shoots to his belt, pulls out his gun, and aims at his goon in one blink of an eye.

BOOM!

You let out a shriek as blood splatters on your clothes, several red dots staining your riding pants and shirt. The goon staggers on his feet for a moment, his mouth parted in shock as if he can’t believe there’s a hole in his stomach. He coughs, blood spilling from his lips. You and the Gunslingers watch on, shocked and horrified.

Benji, however, is cold. His face is completely void of emotion even when his faithful goon stumbles backwards and then falls. You jump back as he tumbles onto his back, lying sprawled out on the dirt. As he sputters and coughs up more blood, Benji comes over to stand above him. “B-Boss,” he rasps, staring up at the bandit. “W-Why?”

Benji looks down at the human being as if he is no more than a bug. “‘Cause I have to,” he replies. “And ‘cause I can. Thank you for your service.” He cocks his gun again and then shoots, aiming straight at the goon’s heart. The goon’s body shudders for a moment and then he immediately goes slack.

Silence, defeating and terrifying, descends around you. “Y-You killed him,” you whisper.

Benji aims his gun at you, making you stagger backwards. “And I’ll kill you too if you don’t shut yer mouth,” he growls. “Ya speak when spoken to, ya hear me, bitch? You’re lucky I ain’t bust a cap in ya as soon as this idiot came here witcha.” He aims his gun down to the ground, motioning for you to sit.

You do as he says, slowly folding your knees below you to sit with your wrists still tied in front of you. Benji keeps his gun aimed at you as he walks over to the hole and the makeshift bomb. The Gunslingers watch you, looking wounded at the sight of you. You feel the same. Despite the bruises and the situation at hand, you’re so happy to see them alive.

“Ya want some water?” Benji suddenly asks. He returns to you, standing over you with a canteen. You stare up at him wearily, silent. “It ain’t poison, if that’s what ya thinkin’,” he chuckles. He shows you by taking a sip himself, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he drinks. “See? I’m just bein’ nice considerin’ this hole is for you.”

He motions towards his masterpiece sitting between you and your Gunslingers Tentatively, you lean forward as he brings the canteen up to your lips, allowing you a sip. The cool water feels like heaven on your parched throat. His eyes, one a milky white and the other brown, bore into yours.

“You’re probably wonderin’ why I’m doin’ this,” he says. “Go ahead…ask me.” He takes the canteen away and wipes a dribble of water away from your chin. “Why are you doin’ this?” you whisper, fighting back your fear.

Benji is happy to explain, grinning at you. “Well, I was originally just goin’ to skip the country and go overseas, but you and your love boats just haaaad to start snoopin’ around. First I caught wind of the Gunslingers comin’ to find me and then here you come.”

He gives you a look that could kill. Your eyes roam over his dirty face and disheveled, black hair. This man has been through it, probably hiding out for weeks.

“I didn’t know you survived that night on the tracks,” he continues. “Was hopin’ ya didn’t, but I would’ve definitely had read about your demise in the paper. I had hoped you three would’ve disappeared for good, but then I caught up with these two on the road out South.” He nods at Geto and Gojo. “So you brought ‘em here?” you question, confused.

He stands up, groaning over his old knees. “To the same place they should’ve died at. Poetic, ain’t it?” His grin widens, showing off his golden tooth. “I own this fuckin’ town. Got it wrapped around my finger…includin’ the law.”

You would think so. As many people as he’s killed, as many towns as he’s destroyed, you would think Benji has the whole West shaking in their boots. “So you plan to kill us and put us in that hole?” you spit. “We don’t even get a fair fight?”

The bandit tosses his canteen aside, replacing his drink with a flask of whiskey he unhooks from his belt. He smirks at you, chuckling. “Dontcha see how a fight went for ya loverboys?” He motions his flask towards Geto and Gojo who both look like they want to rip out of their binds and choke him.

Benji takes a swig of his whiskey and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. He glares daggers at you, his eyes slightly unsteady. “You think I wanna do this shit?” he cooly asks. “Ya couldn’t have just stayed to yourself and let me go on my way.”

Now you’re irked. He’s toying with you. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like ya wouldn’t have come back to kill us. You already killed your man!” You nod at the dead goon lying on the ground in front of you.

Benji grips the shovel and continues shoveling away, tossing piles of dirt aside. His back is to you as he speaks. “I killed ‘em all,” he states, his voice cold as Arctic ice. “When yer about to split from the country, ya find ya can’t trust your own no more. These two are a fine example.”

He nods at the bleeding and silently fuming, hog-tied Gunslingers. “I had to make damn sure they wouldn’t flap their gums if the law tried to shake ‘em down.”

“That’s why you killed Valentine,” you realize.

Benji ignores you, continuing to shovel, muttering to himself as he does. You begin to look around, taking in the environment you’ll be buried in. With its red dirt and patches of grass and jagged rocks. You pause, staring at one rocky wall in particular near you that stretches up to the train tracks above. Jagged, sharp peaks to each rock stick out to you.

‘Maybe…’ You turn to Benji who is still shoveling away. Biting your lip, you begin to quickly scoot away from your spot, keeping an eye on the belligerent bandit. Geto and Gojo watch you, silent yet visibly panicked. You keep moving until you’re pressed against the wall. There, you press your tied wrists to one of the sharp rocks and begin to slowly yet roughly saw away.

To distract Benji, you talk, trying to appease him. “We’re not gonna talk,” you softly say. “We don’t even know where you’re—“

“Bullshit!” He bellows, his booming voice echoing across the land. Luckily, he doesn’t turn around so you continue to work. “Ya think you can lie your way outta this one, bitch? I know ya came here to bring me in if not kill me yourself.”

“I came here to find them!” you protest, throwing in some fake sobbing. “And I did! All I wanted was to make sure they’re still alive. I don’t care about you or what you do, Benji.”

Finally, he turns around and you abruptly stop. He tosses the shovel away and points his gun at you, sending your heart into a frenzy. “Yer lyin’,” he snarls. “You’re a big, fat motherfuckin’ liar. Everyone cares about me. Why do ya think the law is still after me? That my operation is so fuckin’ big? That the entire Wild West and the whole fuckin’ country is afraid of me?”

You don’t answer. How can you? This man is losing his mind, but you suppose a life on the run does that to you. “I’ve got this town shakin’ in their boots after my raids,” he rambles on. “I have the East. The North. The South—“

“South?” you parrot, stuck on that one part. The bandit stops, scowling at you. “What towns have you raided?” you softly ask. The Gunslingers look at you curiously while Benji looks at you like you just grew another head. “What?” he asks, confused. “How the fuck should I remember that? I’ve been doin’ this shit for years.”

Suddenly, you feel as if you can’t breathe. Your mind is flooded with memories of that event so long ago: burning homes; your mother crying; her murderers’ tattooed hands. You see two roses reflecting back at you on their knuckles.

For so long, you’ve wondered who those men worked for. Who was in charge of destroying your home. And now you know. “You,” you breathe, staring at Benji. “Your men destroyed my home. You…you killed my mother.” You whisper the last word as a tear falls down your cheek. You have completely reverted back to that little girl who lost everything.

Benji just stands there, perplexed and looking irritated. “Pinewood,” you spit. “Do you remember now?”

“Shut up!” he snaps and shoots his gun right above your head. The bullet zooms past you, reminding you of your place. “I don’t remember and even if I did, I can’t do nothin’ ‘bout it now. It ain’t my fault your mama was in the way of my work!”

Suddenly, something snaps in you and all you see is red. You can’t stop your body from rising on wobbly legs and charging at Benji despite his gun. He is so shocked (and drunk) that he doesn’t even shoot. With a grunt, you shoulder shove him as hard as you can, aiming for the hole.

Instead, he falls flat on his back on the ground. His gun falls out of his hand and lands near Geto’s foot. Quickly, he edges it close to you and you quickly attempt to pick it up with your tied wrists. But Benji is quicker. He grabs your ankle and makes you fall, smacking your face hard into the dirt. Pain explodes behind your skull and nose, white and hot.

You lift your face up, spitting out dirt, just as Benji presses a foot on the small of your back. “Oh, you done fucked up now,” he growls. “Now I’m gonna make sure your lovers die nice an’ slow.” He picks up his gun, aiming at the Gunslingers. “Then I’m gon’ kill you to keep your big mouth quiet.”

He cocks the gun, aims, and—

“Wait!” you shout, so loud and hard that it makes your throat raw. The bandit stops, looking down at you. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least offer me a deal.” Benji blinks at you, not expecting this.

The Gunslingers watch the tense scene unfold, their eyes rapidly switching between you and Benji. “We have a drawin’ contest, fair and square,” you pant. “Whoever wins…wins. I know you’ve been dyin’ to put a bullet in me yourself.”

You keep your eyes locked on Benji and his pistol, hoping that he’ll agree. “Just give me a minute to talk to them,” you plead. “Please.”

Benji is silent, contemplating this. Finally, he takes his foot off of you. “Anythin’ funny and I’ll shoot you right here,” he growls. He stands off to the side, letting you struggle to hoist yourself up onto your knees. Quickly, you then begin to crawl over to your Gunslingers, awkwardly using your fingers to scoot yourself along.

You start with Gojo first, taking his gag out of his mouth. “What the fuck are you doin’ here?” he demands, his blue eyes enraged. “How’d you find us?”

“I went to Valentine,” you explain, stroking his soft, slightly-stubbled cheek. “Then I ran into your boss and got delivered right to you.” You practically laugh, happy and delirious at the irony.

Geto begins to mumble through his gag, wanting to talk, so you move over to him and take his out as well. He, too, is growing a beard. “Why did you leave Willow Springs?” he asks, his eyes sad and tired. “You should’ve stayed, Y/N. We told you to stay.”

Now the sobs that leave your body are real. You begin to cry, unable to keep the loneliness and worry you felt at bay anymore. “I couldn’t,” you sob. “I tried, but I couldn’t. My home ain’t a home without either of you.”

You lean your head against Geto’s chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear. You close your eyes against the sound, salty tears trailing down your dirty face.

“You are my home,” you whisper.

You hear Geto exhale as if he has been keeping the air in his lungs for too long now and your confession has freed him. “Y/N,” he gruffly says. You look up at him, staring into his pleading eyes “Don’t do this. Please don’t.”

Gojo turns to look at you. He, too, looks gutted, his handsome face distraught at the idea of losing you right when he got you back. “Everything’s gonna be alright,” you promise. But even you know that it’s not.

Both men open their mouths to say more, but Benji harshly snatches you up by your arm. “Get up,” he grunts, making you cry out as his fingers dig into your arm.

Geto’s facial expression darkens, rage in his eyes. “Get your fuckin’ hands off her,” he says in a voice you’ve never heard before. It is as if he truly possessed with anger.

But Benji just laughs. “Or what?” he chuckles. “You shut up or I’ll kill her right here. I think it’s nice she wants to die with some dignity.” He pauses, smiling deviously at you. “So it’s only right that we do this the correct way.”

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You’ve never heard a crowd be so quiet.

That is a joke because there is no crowd…or not one you can see anyway. As Benji rides into Cherrywood on the cart his goon rode you in on, there is nothing but silence and the sound of the horse’s hooves clicking against the ground.

You sit next to him on the bench, arms and legs tied, while the Gunslingers are forced to walk behind the cart with their wrists tied to the moving cart and mouths gagged. You know the two poor men are exhausted. Getting pulled along by a moving cart and horse is torture if not humiliating…which is why Benji did it. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

As he whistles to himself, joyful and drunk, you look around the town square, taking in how barren it seems. Despite the cute boutiques, shops, and homes lining the street, there isn’t a soul out and about. You only manage to see some signs of life: a twitch of a curtain here, a cracked door there.

People are noticing and gathering, but refuse to expose themselves. You can’t blame them. Especially when Benji starts yelling. “Come on out, y’all!” he bellows to the empty town. “Don’t just hide in yer yellow-bellied selves in yer houses! Come out and witness the sight of a lifetime: yer wanted outlaws about to face their deaths.”

He harshly snaps the reins of the cart, forcing the horse to come to an abrupt stop. You nearly fall off of the bench and hear Gojo swear in the back, probably damn near losing his arms. Benji jumps off of the bench first before coming around to hoist you off by your arm. “First, we have the Fatale Femme.” He practically tosses you to the ground like you’re dirt. “Facin’ off with me in a Mexican stand-off.”

You cough out the dirt that spilled into your mouth, panting heavily. The sound of a creaking door makes you crane your neck up. There, you see doors and windows being opened and faces. People coming to watch.

Benji storms over to the cart to tend to the Gunslingers…which means kicking them in the insides of their knees, bringing them to the ground. “And then we have the most-wanted Gunslingers themselves about to bite my bullet once I kill their love right in front of ‘em. What a sight!”

The bandit cackles like a happy kid as he pats his holsters where two guns are. One for him and one for you.

All around you, people begin to gather. Families; shop owners standing outside of their businesses; drunks stumbling out of tavern and saloons. None of them look excited. Each one wears an expression of weariness, shock, and sorrow. You weren’t exactly scared earlier, but now that you see the faces of all of these human beings who will witness your death, you’re terrified. This is real now.

Benji’s big paw suddenly grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at the townsfolk. “Look at all of their faces,” he whispers. “This is what you deserve for even thinkin’ about facin’ off against me. Now the last thing you’ll ever remember about your miserable life is pure humiliation.”

He snatches his hand away and hoists you up, forcing you onto your feet. Looking into the eyes of all of these people, you see empathy. Sorrow. Sadness. You don’t see the hot-blooded excitement that one might get at seeing two outlaws go at it. You’re not the spectacle that Benji is trying to make you.

With a clenched jaw, you snatch your arm away from him. “No,” you reply. “It’s the last thing you will ever remember.”

Benji’s scarred eye twitches, a sign of his irritation at your defiance. But then he smiles which is much worse. Together, you stand facing each other, the crowd watching with bated breath.

“One bullet for each gun,” Benji explains, his eyes hard and terrifying. Empty, even. Death is just another thing for him. “We’ll turn our backs to each other, walk ten paces, and whoever turns first…” His wicked smile grows across his lips. “Turns first.”

You swallow hard, your heart hammering in your chest. You turn to face Geto and Gojo off to the side, kneeling in the dirt and still tied to the back of the cart. They both stare at you, eyes wide with fear and anger. You understand that they want you to refuse….but you can’t.

“You have a deal, Benji,” you boldly say.

Benji’s smile fades. He is all business now. Taking a sharp knife out of his belt, he cuts the rope binding your wrists. You don’t focus on how much they burn and ache, especially when Benji hands you one of his guns.

You weigh it in your palm, focusing on how it feels. You can tell that there is only one bullet. It’s too light for the clip to be filled all of the way, so Benji is telling the truth. He must really mean business here.

“Y’know, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry ‘bout your mother,” he whispers. “And about your town…but if ya think about it, if she hadn’t died and you didn’t run away that night, you wouldn’t be here about to face me. So if ya think about it, I’m the reason you became who you are.”

Your body reacts to his words before your brain does. Tears fill your eyes and when you blink, they fall down your cheeks. Benji doesn’t react. He doesn’t smile nor does he frown. His expression is blank.

You stand together facing each other, eyes locked on one another. You see yourself in his eyes and he sees himself in yours. You always saw him as such a monstrous figure. A villain in your story that you needed to defeat.

But as you stare him in the eye, you see nothing but a man. A human just like you. You are two sides of the same dirty coin. Slowly, you slide his gun into your holster at your right hip.

“Turn,” he growls and you do, the both of you now facing away from each other. You steal a glance at Geto and Gojo who look absolutely gutted as they watch you, unable to do anything much but that.

“One!” Benji bellows. “Two!”

You begin to walk as he counts, your movements stiff and robot. You keep your eyes trained forward and refuse to look at anyone, counting in your head with Benji.

“Three. Four.”

Your breathing picks up the space, moving in time with your rapidly-beating heart.

“Five. Six.”

Your mind races, your body becoming shaky. What if he turns before ten? What if you’re already doomed?

“Seven.”

You begin to silently sob to yourself, not feeling strong anymore. You pray to God, to your mother, for the strength you feel like you don’t possess. And to be in a place better than here if you happen to die today.

“Eight.” Then, suddenly, you feel nothing but peace. It washes over you like a warm light shining on you, embracing you. Your body calms, your heartbeat slows, and your right hand itches for a pistol.

“Eight ½.”

There is a laugh in Benji’s voice. He’s playing with you at this point. The sadistic fuck!

“Nine.”

You keep walking, your eyes closed, as you exhale deeply.

“Nine ½.”

“Just do it already, for fuck’s sake!” someone shouts. A distraction.

You hear Benji’s boots come to a halt. “You shut the fuck up!” He explodes.

“Ten!” you exclaim and turn at the same time he does. Benji’s hand shoots to his holster at his hip at the same time yours does. He is fast…but you’re faster. Without even opening your eyes, you rip his gun from your belt, cock, aim, and shoot.

The crack of the bullet leaving the gun barrel causes your eyes to shoot up, just in time to see the bullet lodge itself into Benji’s right foot.

The man begins to curse and grunt, jumping onto his unfounded foot which causes him to fall to his knees.

His gun drops to the ground right in arm’s reach. You stalk towards him, his empty gun in your hand. “Urgh, goddammit, you bitch!” he snaps. “You shot my goddamn foot! That was a low blow!”

“No, it wasn’t,” you argue. “This is.”

You raise his gun overhead and bring it down across his temple. Benji falls backwards from the blow as a welt begins to form at his temple.

You stand over him, dropping his empty gun to your feet. “Y’know, I didn’t agree with you at first you said that you’re the reason I’m the person I am…but now I realize that you were right.”

The bandit scowls, confused. “I’m not happy about what happened and I ain’t proud of a lot of the things I’ve done, but if you hadn’t snatched my childhood away, I wouldn’t have gained it back with my adopted parents. I wouldn’t have made the friends I’ve made. I wouldn’t have met the loves of my life.”

You bend down to pick up Benji’s loaded gun that he tries and fails to get for himself. “So thank you for that,” you say, genuinely grateful…in some weird, twisted way. “But you are wrong about one thing: yes, we both seek revenge, but unlike you, I only hunt the uninnocent.”

You cock the gun, your finger on the trigger, and aim it at Benji’s head.

“And I don’t miss,” you whisper. You watch the bandit squeeze his eyes shut, his nostrils flaring from the harsh breaths he takes. The man who has killed and had others kill for him is afraid of death himself

Despite all of that, you drop the gun, causing Benji’s eyes to open and the crowd to gasp. “But you deserve prison more than you do death,” you whisper.

That’s all Benji needs to get you. Leaning up, he backhands you in the face at the speed of light, causing your head to fly back from the blow. With a roar of rage, he grabs you by your pants and tosses you down into the dirt. You let out a scream as he pulls himself on top of you and wraps a hand around your throat.

“You little bitch,” he angrily growls. “Nobody disrespects me like that.” He grabs his gun, his finger on the trigger. “Ya made a big mistake not killin’ me when ya had the chance, little girl.”

He sits on top of you and aims the gun between your eyes so you can see nothing but the barrel and darkness before the bullet comes. You close your eyes, waiting for your end, and flinch when you hear a cracking sound…

But nothing happens. You don’t feel pain. You don’t feel anything. When you open your eyes, Benji is still on top of you, but his face is red and his eyes are wide. He’s choking. Probably from the leather whip wrapped around his neck.

Not to mention the bullet lodged in his back. Your eyes widen at the bloody hole in his chest, some blood splattered onto you, and the whip choking his thick neck. His eyes bulge so extremely that you’re afraid they’ll pop out of his skull.

Benji finally rocks to the side and falls into the dirt, unmoving. Dead. Standing before you, Gojo quickly snatches his whip back from around Benji’s neck while Geto twirls his Rainbow Dragon around his fingers, the barrel billowing with smoke.

They saved you. Your heroes. Wordlessly, they rush to you and help you off of the ground. You don’t say anything for at least a few seconds, but it feels like an entire eternity. Finally, you let out a sob and throw yourselves at them.

Geto uses one hand to pocket his gun while he cups your head to his chest with the other. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “We’re here now. We’ve got you, darlin’.”

Gojo hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around both you and Geto. You sniffle and sob, gripping Geto for dear life and pressing yourself back into Gojo. You want to feel them. You need to know that this is real.

Finally, after minutes of embracing, you finally pull away. Gojo turns you to face him and gently wipes your tears away. “H-How’d y’all break free?” you manage to stammer out.

He smiles at you, his blue eyes twinkling despite the exhaustion in them. “We got a little hand.”

At the sound of a whinnying horse, you turn to see a familiar, handsome blonde standing at the cart with his own horse. He holds the rope the Gunslingers’ wrists were tied with and his own cowboy hat.

Nanami!” you shout, overjoyed. You break free from the Gunslingers and run over to the doctor, wrapping your arms around his neck. Nanami staggers back, shocked by your surprise embrace. “You followed me here?”

He nods, blushing wildly despite his smile. “I couldn’t let ya come out here alone. I got here just in time to see your and Benji’s face-off.”

He nods off into the distance, along the horizon where you just see a group of men on horses riding in. “I brought along some help too.” You can only hope that this “help” is the law. You turn to Nanami, grinning with joy and gratitude, but your smile fades at the grim look on his face.

You suddenly realize why. Slowly, but surely, the townsfolk begin to exit from their hiding spots and fill the space you, Nanami, and the Gunslingers (including a dead Benji) occupy. Women, children, and men all venture out to gaze upon the dead outlaw, their faces filled with bewilderment and shock.

An older man with overalls and boots leaves his family of a wife and little son off on the sidelines with the crowd. He carefully walks over to Benji and kneels down, pressing two fingers to his neck. Benji stares up at the sky, unseeing, forever staring at the sun. The man looks up at you, Gojo, and Geto. “He….he’s dead,” he quietly announces, astounded. “You killed him.”

The three of you stand there, silent, ogled by the rest of the crowd. The sudden pounding of horse hooves grabs everyone’s attention and you startle, now facing the sheriff and his posse. “Halt!” the Sheriff Jo Black shouts. “Nobody move!”

Nobody dares, frozen in place as he jumps off of his horse along with one of his men. He kneels beside Benji, presses two fingers to his neck, and listens for a beat. You watch with bated breath, almost expecting the outlaw to suddenly lurch back to life…but he doesn’t. The cop looks up at the sheriff and shakes his head, his lips a tight line.

The sheriff turns to no other but you and the Gunslingers. “Which one of you did this?” he demands, pointing at Benji as if he’s a jar of spilled jam and you, Geto, and Gojo are the naughty kids who did it.

You don’t even get a chance to reply because the Gunslingers are already stepping up to the sheriff, completely blocking you from his view. “We did,” Geto boldly responds.

The sheriff presses a hand to his face, running it down his chest in pure frustration. “Goddammit,” he angrily huffs. “I specifically told you two NOT to kill him! I wanted him alive!”

“But it wasn’t their fault!” you protest, stepping between Black and the Gunslingers. “I would’ve been killed if they hadn’t done anythin’. They didn’t want to, but—“

“But they did,” Black interrupts, glaring at you. “They went against my rules and the law of this county.” He stares up at the Gunslingers and goes for his cuffs hanging from his belt. “I have no choice but to—“

“With all due respect, sir, you will do no such thang!” the farmer firmly says. He suddenly steps in, grabbing everyone’s attention. Joe stares at him, stunned into silence.

The farmer turns to you, Geto, and Gojo, his eyes watery with tears. “Thank you,” he sobs. He grabs Geto’s hand, shaking it vigorously much to the outlaw’s confusion. ““Thank you so, so much! This man stole my farm from me. He left me an’ my family poor. He’s been keepin’ this town under lock an’ key for years, threatenin’ to destroy our homes an’ kill us all if we didn’t comply.”

He glares at Benji’s body, cursing him even in death. His wife, in her flowery dress and bonnet, steps to you with her blonde-haired son in tow. “You saved us,” she says through teary eyes. “All of you did.” She smiles at you, Nanami, and the Gunslingers, her eyes filled with gratitude. You four stand there, unsure of what to do or how to feel.

The farmer’s wife turns to Black and angrily points at Benji’s body. “We’ve been terrorized an’ controlled by this beast since that train massacre when all those poor passengers perished. Now when these three do your job, you wanna throw ‘em in jail?”

Black keeps his face stern, but you see his lip twitch at the obvious anger on the woman’s face. Another man—a priest judging by his clothes and cross necklace —steps forward too. “We’ve heard about what they’ve done,” he says. “They’ve gotten rid of crooked folk—people who kill the innocent and steal from the poor. They take out the trash, so to speak…the thing you and your group should be doing.”

He squints so hard at Black and his posse that the men visibly cringe. “And though I still believe that murder is a sin, I also believe that if neither of them put a bullet in Benji, we all would’ve been dead.”

That is all the validation you need to hear. “And y’all would’ve,” you say, turning to the crowd. “Benji had a makeshift planted beneath the train tracks. He himself even admitted that he framed Geto and Gojo for the train massacre!” The crowd begins to mutter and whisper at the newfound information, already seeing the gun-slinging duo in a new light.

But Black’s men don’t look like they believe you about anything or care, still scowling at you. But the sheriff just looks tired. He sighs, placing his hands on his hips. “I understand that you may have felt threatened and that’s why ya killed him.” He takes out another pair of cuffs, passing them to a partner. “But under the law, I have to bring y’all in for questionin’.”

You feel your heart leap into your throat, but you don’t show that you’re afraid. You’ve been dodging jail for so long now and the idea of going now is almost comical. The crowd react in outrage while Nanami steps forward to talk to the sheriff. “But—“

One of Black’s partners gently pushes him back away from you (which Nanami doesn’t look too happy about). “Sir, please,” the sheriff firmly says. “This don’t concern you none. I’m just doin’ my job.” He looks at you, hoping you’ll understand and won’t do anything stupid.

But you're not the one he should be worried about. Gojo’s handsome face brightens into a smile, still fine despite the bruises. “And we’d be happy to help you with that, sheriff,” he chirps. “After some much needed time to catch up with our favorite outlaw.”

He turns to you and winks before putting two fingers in his mouth. A shrill whistle escapes his mouth, making you and the crowd cringe. Almost immediately, two Broncos are running at full speed towards you. Geto and Gojo’s horses. You grin seeing them, already knowing what is in store.

“Sorry to depart so soon,” Geto says, shaking Black’s hand, “but this is necessary. We’ll be in touch, sir.” He then turns towards you, yanks you toward him, and tosses you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You shriek with happiness, gripping Geto’s muscular back as he takes off with you, Gojo in tow. The crowd cheers as you depart, even moving around Black and his men to stop them from getting to you.

Once he gets to his horse, Geto gently sets you down on the saddle before hiking himself up in front of you. “Hold on tight, doll,” he whispers. You laugh, wrapping your arms tight around his waist and leaning your head onto his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

“Hey, wait!” the sheriff shouts after you. “You can’t do that! Y’all are breakin’ the law!”

Gojo turns to him with a shit-eating grin and tips his hat. “Don’t we always?” he chuckles. “Sorry, sir, but we’ve gotta steal her away for awhile. You understand, dontcha?” He bows at the Cherrywood citizens, drinking in the cheers and applause, ever the attention whore.

You blow Nanami a kiss as he watches on smiling, standing among the cheering crowd. And off you go, escaping into the sunset with your lovers as the three most wanted, leaving everyone in the dust.

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fanaticsnail · 4 months ago

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ARGHHH CURSE MY BRAIN FOR FORGETTING SO MANY THINGS (aka even more addition to my answers for the ask game. the ask game is now my reasons for ranting. please be careful of the length of this rant)

How the hell did I forget about Uta my beloved and X Drake my sweetie cop boy. AND KING. AND REIJU. ARJFKFHFKSJ-

• What song makes you think of your favourite character?

For Uta, literally every song on the Film Red album (personally, New Genesis, Backlight, and The World's Continuation really scream Uta to me). The songs really show how Uta progressed in the movie and it's just so fun to hear the tune change from a pop song to rock-style and to rap and then to ballad (that broke my heart). I first knew of Ado this way and boy did she have a really good voice (her growls omg).

On the topic of Ado, there's a really good song (also her debut song) called Usseewa that I think fits Law in the context of him expressing his dissatisfaction and anger towards Doflamingo. The catchphrase of the song is literally a very rude way to say shut up (usseewa), so- yeah.

And riding the bandwagon of "songs I know and ring with a particular character", Luffy with stupid by John Michael Howell (yes, again, I am just dumping songs that have a nice ring to them rn). This song is just my personal headcannon of how Luffy's stupidity mirrors a choice he made (unknowingly?) to preserve the brightness he has and to prevent himself from turning cynical like most of the world. After all, how can you see the good in the world and its people if you're constantly afraid of everything being everything it isn't?

SPOILER ALERT FOR KING'S ORIGINS/BACKSTORY AND X DRAKE'S IDENTITY

Moving on, I just got one for King (my dearest), Just A Man from Epic: The Musical (I have seen the book and it scares me and I have not touched it again since that moment). I know this is a bit turning the lyrics on its head but I feel like it'd fit him in a situation where he sees the Seraphims and he was reminded of his situation. He was a child when he had to witness the extermination of his people. He begins to think about how he's now Kaido's right-hand man and the people he's slain. He doesn't want the Seraphims who look just like his people to witness such violence and get corrupted at such a young age. I feel like deep down, King still wants to go back to a place he called home even when said home might not even be there anymore, but he's too busy trying not to get exposed and sold out to the World Government. The overall melody and lyrics just *slams table* it's just KING-

Back to a lighter mood, bc of a cinematic I saw on Tumblr (and then on Youtube) of Business Man by Tom Cardy with X Drake... yeah. It just sticks so bad I can't even keep a straight face anymore XD (pls watch it. I cannot explain the comedy magnificence in words alone) (cue drake singing i'm a business man with a business plan and apoo and hawkins watching with a look of disbelief)

Link: https://youtu.be/sg9CVmJQZ9o

OKAY SPOILER OVER

• What song makes you think of your OC?

I got a collection of them, but some that really stand out to me is Nobody by OneRepublic for Ainsley since he's Samantha's support pillar (he was the first Anomaly (what I call most of my OCs in this universe) that Samantha (albeit unknowingly at the time) created just for that purpose) which is why he's essentially the other half of her heart. He has been, is, will, and would always be with her as an everlasting companion/counterpart. Where Samantha is the more serious, stressed natural leader type, Ainsley is the laidback chaos in flesh type.

And then there's lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid for Samantha. She's coping with her stress and borderline depression by becoming stoic and hardened (although still easily irritable sometimes (similar to Crocodile tbh)) and when I heard lovely my mind just went "yes that's her song, make her depresso espresso". Add the extra seasoning of something similar to savior complex and just being too responsible for things that she overworks herself (workaholic) because she got them standards.

There's also Royalty because DAYUM this fits her vibe so much. Like she isn't the grand flaunting bright kind of nobility but a "i rule over everything you know but you won't know about it until i tell you" royalty.

Last one for now (because I'm Indonesian and this is played real often in the radio rn), there's an Indonesian song called Gala bunga matahari by Sal Priadi that talks about accepting the passing of a loved one while living on happily as they hoped even though the singer still misses them. It really reminds me of Samantha just reminiscing on the people she they? loved who had already passed. The depresso espresso personality actually comes from Samantha being the first Anomaly created by the (mostly negative) subconcious of the entity right now dubbed as The Primordial One (yes all my Anomaly OCs are self-aware to some extent). The Primordial One of course has origins and that's where the remembering past friends part comes in. Tbh the OC universe is pretty much The Primordial One's subconcious that created a whole new universe and the lore goes deep here as well so I'll cut it right here (might pop up in your askbox with extra bits of lore tho).

• If your favourite character was real and appeared beside you, how would you feel about it? What would you do?

Honorable mentions because they're beloved (these exclude the intial shock reaction)

Uta: KARAOKES. BE FRIENDS WITH HER. SING ALONG. LISTEN TO HER MAJESTIC VOICE. I will teach her the music of this world and then go shopping. OH RIGHT JAMMING TO SONGS FOR HOURS JUST COOPED IN MY ROOM ASKSJKA- (as you can see i am not normal about her)

King (haven't i wrote this already? Anyway): 1. How did you fit into my house without breaking anything, 2. How the hell am I supposed to take you out with all these wings characteristics, 3. What kind of clothes would fit your tall ass

X Drake: so are you a cop - no i'm not - yes you are - of course not! - okay stop. I know you're a cop (shows him the video earlier clips of Wano, the Fandom, and all that) - ...okay then goddamnit - it's okay you're my lizard bbg - w h a t

Reiju: MMM SUGAR MOMMY. I'll save enough money so I can go to Japan and eat fugu (Japanese pufferfish) with her without big risks because have you seen how she saved Luffy from getting poisoned pre-WCI? Hell yeah. Aaand take her out for a shopping trip together and I'd really like to take her to a museum that focuses on biology and not just the appearances (like. museum/aquarium date. that's my mommy)

shiiiiiiiiittttt my rants might've gone out of control. Hugs and cookies for one of my favorite fanfic writers, bye- (i don't want to burden you pls don't feel pressured to answer this and hope i don't have anymore amnesiac sessions akrkrkj)

Now, you listen here. (Affectionately)

You can't just drop "Just a man" on me like that. Its so incredibly emotional, and I think of Gol D Roger every time. Just the:

"I look into your eyes, and think back to the son of mine... I'm just a man who's trying to go home... Deep down, I would trade the world to see my son and wife. I'm just a man."

Okay, now that I've said that. One Piece Red is gorgeous, and I love it so much. The music, the costume changes for the characters in that battle KOBY was just spectacular.

I love Samantha and Ainsley so much. I also adore the song 'Royalty', it's on almost every playlist. I HC that song with the monster trio. As a violinist, it sings to my soul. Samantha hitting it with the Billie Eilish just 🥺🥺🥺🥺. I adore her.

Also, X Drake and King 😭😭😭😭😭. The way you speak on them so passionately 🥹🥹🥹. I love it. I need to write for X Drake so bad. Also, agreed on Reiju. I can't wait to write for her in the next few weeks 🙌. Love her so much.

Thank you so much for your thoughts. I love them so much 🥹

#one piece #ask snail #snail answers #i love these all so much

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puuta-heinaa · 1 year ago

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My two cents on Vuosi vaihtuu!

I decided last minute I'm going, and arrived in Helsinki about 3 hours before the gig. Put on 3 sweaters, woollen long johns, added woollen insoles to my shoes and headed to tori! I was surprised how little people there were? And got to the 2nd row. Around 21.55 two people in front of me gave up. Although they had been shivering for 1,5 hours at that point, I felt bad they had to leave literally 5 minutes before concerts.

I added one extra layer of handspun wool on the metal barrier, so it wouldn't rob all my warmth, and honestly I was just sweating all evening in -14°C, had to remove my gloves time to time. 🌝

I appreciated Häärijä's jumppahetki, and I liked Bess's concert surprisingly much??? She sings so well live.

I was so so so happy when Käärijä started so early!!!! I was hoping for maybe 3 songs? Because with his banter habits, I was sure that would be the max timing wise.

His make up was soooo pretty, and seeing his pötsi in -14°C surrounded by ice and fire changed my brain chemistry.

I'm so proud of him, the man of many faces, for keeping his face straight and smiling during cha cha cha countdown, even if someone from the crowd climbed to the stage with Palestinian flag and stood right in front of him, and security guards took some time to react (fair, they had been standing in the cold for HOURS at that point, and the activists arrived ~23.45). And then just few seconds later someone in the crowd started firing fireworks (roomalaiskynttilä) mere 10 meters from the stage. 🙈 Even I was scared at that point.

Pls Jere tell us how you build your safe bubble I'll pay 100,000 €.

It was nice seeing 30/70% people I knew and people I've never seen in the front row. When I watched the whole program from Areena later on, it was like lgtbq+ gathering that (Bess and) Käärijä has somehow made so mainstream that all of Finland could participate, in a 100% good way. Like it's one of the most watched things during the tv year (no wonder Jere felt somewhat nervous climbing on stage). Thank you Käärijä and whole of fandom for making it a safety place.

I didn't have singing/screaming FAT on the screens of tori and tv screens of Finland on my bingo card for 2023, but I wouldn't change a thing.

Sort of related, it was funny to stumble upon other fans at Käärijä muraali in Tikkurila the next day. It was freezing cold and somehow it was windy as well — I've experienced -33°C and it was nothing short of that. And yet us clowns still had thought that Yes yes this fine day is perfect for pilgrimage.

Not an affiliate link: please have warm toes this winter, these rock.

#vuosi vaihtuu #käärijä #käärijämuraali #omat keikat

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thenixkat · 4 months ago

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another not-godzilla

pls feed Kafka he's too skinny now

he's not even broad anymore, someone pls feed Kafka. Like he had to regenerate a lot in the past few weeks he needs some more rations pls his waist is so narrow i hate it

oh that's a scar on asshole dad's forehead not just him frowning constantly

that's rude as hell. I do not care for teh gamer boy

yeah Kafka's not really ok with everyone talking about killing him for parts or using him as a living weapon… this is why ya shoulda been better at hiding yer secret identity sir. You could have transformed when no one was looking

rude ass hell

also ignoring why Kafka went berserk (ya know repeatedly getting his limbs ripped off by someone he was under the impression was trying to kill him) Kafka pls dont thank the person who just threatened to turn you into a suit

oh hey a hive of kaiju ants

i dont like this guy. he's rude. asked a subordinate for a loan to buy more junk and toys, is an influencer

huh ant kaiju are rare to see on the surface but folks run into them underground

Kafka wants to be recognized for his ability as an officer and not a kaiju weapon so he's trying to fight without fully transforming but like sir, try that after you've convinced folks yer more useful alive than as spare parts also yeah had a traumatizing time the last time he fully transformed isnt rocking with it at the moment

not the transformation failing. Kafka's kaiju side said 'nah, you didnt want my help last time'

not the cordyceps

also the ant kaiju spray acid like real ants

ah the fungus has a brain

right i have bee seeing brains in split kaiju wild that their brains are not important organs

how does using the Numbers weapons shave years off yer life? what are the ghosts of the kaiju that got made into them taking revenge

ah yeah 100% Kafka is scared of losing control that's why his transformations keep failing gets a pep talk from rich girl that's more or less 'we're too fucking badass for you to kill us if you lost it, so dont worry about it'

what happened to my guy's claws? also he finally figured out how to smile with that face

ah Kafka learned some tricks from the bug's joyride

Kaiju do have telepathy!

no. 9 tells other no. 9 to pls hold its learning about a new strong enemy right now

the influencer has kaiju eyes b/c biomodding soldiers is fine, kaiju-human hybrids from the wild arent tho

so its not future sight just literal mind reading

damn that's the first 'well done' rich girl got from her shitty dad since her mom died

apparently the ant swarm and two no. 9s were a diversion. B/c no. 9 the third planned to have teh shitty dad for dinner hahah

also how did that mother fucker sneak into yer base? damn yall are not ready for intelligent kaiju damn that man was nice to his daughter for teh first time in a decade and then got ate mind you his daughter is like 18 at best ah i assume no. 9 probably ate like a janitor and got in that way

also no. 9 has certainly been eating its Wheaties

huh so its just stressful to use

shitty dad acknowledges that he's been a bad father

rip to shitty dad, he tried to his best but uh he can't regenerate

shitty dad became dinner

no. 9 really was only here for dinner and decided to dip

Kaiju no. 9 what does a kaiju era mean? are you planning on getting rid of the ability of humans to fight back against the kaiju so they can do what they want? like its not like there's many sapient kaiju running around most of the fuckers seem to just be wild animals doing wild animal shit

ah the thing where Kafka started not being able to turn completely back human

human looking at least

have yall tried feeding him cause look at that you can almost see the poor man's abs

these are not good working conditions. Also just bc he stops being able to look like a human doesnt mean he'd stop thinking like a human necessarily

no. 10 regained consciousness in captivity. It's core is too damaged for it to regenerate. It had a blast fighting the vice captain and tells him if it's gonna become a weapon for anyone it wants him to use it

being… you are a head, a small piece of spinal cord, and like 2/3rds of a core the fuck are you gonna fight with??

ah it means it wants to be made into a weapon and that teh vice captain use it to fight. Bc it really really had fun fighting him and wants more like that good news the vice captain made a new friend and it has agreed to be interrogated bad news it still would like to eat him and the possibility of it trying to take over his body if he wears it is not zero

oh hey we've got the reveal that no. 9 is no. 10's parent

to be fair yall havent run into many sapient kaiju that are willing to use their shapeshifting to the fullest extent. and no. 9 is just creating more kids

how tho? How the fuck does heat and pressure at fault lines deep underground make substances that mutate nearby animals and plants (how did the animals and plants get that fucking far into the fucking Earth in the first place) into aliens. B/c you cannot convince me that kaiju arent aliens with their fucking biology that we've been shown

what do you mean in order for a human to use one of the Numbers weapons their cells have to be compatible with the kaiju that the weapon was made from? What kind of superior genetics eugenics shit is this? How are human cells compatible with kaiju cells anyway and why are yall not concerned that human cells can be compatible with kaiju cells

like zoonotic diseases? also should yall not be concerned that some humans are genetically compatible with kaiju cells or is that ok b/c you pick teh super soldier

another not-godzilla but this one has tentacles. There's a lot of not-godzillas in this, yall cant do a not-Mothra or a not-Ghidora for once?

idk about anything else but I think if a human's cells are compatible with kaiju material (i dont get how it works and it seems weird and iffy) but that should mean they can get turned into a were-kaiju the series continuously points out that Ichikawa is a teenager and yet the fandom is so fucking horny for that child it is genuinely disgusting

hmm and we're gonna saddle this teenager with an increased risk of dying young in this already dangerous job b/c apparently lacking in supersoldier badasses who can solo high tier boss monsters

oh hey a somewhat responsible adult tells Ichikawa to turn down the supersoldier offer

also fucking noodle ass human beings unfortunately, Ichikawa is an extremely loyal friend and takes up the offer

there's a neuro link into the weapons ok so the shit is giving people brain damage when they overclock

#nix meows #nix reads comics #kaiju no. 8 #long post

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Tess and post shadowlands Sylvanas

thank you so much!! fic below the cut :D ngl i haven't written tess in a long time and i've never written post SL sylv before so pls be nice to me!

She’s been struggling with her memories since the soul fusion.

Some of the faces she guides out of the Maw are familiar, their names or their deaths hovering on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach; their consciousnesses brush hers, screaming wordless obscenities at her, stabbing her with cold, condemning anger as she sends them on their way. Not once does she flinch. Not once does she fight back. She keeps her eyes down, and her focus on her penance.

One soul, brimming with youth and broken optimism, breaks ranks and rushes at her in a swirl of Thalassian tulips, a smiling mouth open and calling her name-

But she flings them up before they can. Insults in Darnassian she takes in stoic silence. To hear herself condemned in her own tongue would… hurt.

There are no days in the Maw, and Sylvanas rarely allows herself rest. She stumbles from one lost soul to another, worn down like a cog in the Azerite machines she can’t quite remember the blueprints for anymore (were there three levers or four? One goblin operator or two?) On occasion she cleans her leathers. When her boots go into holes, she hunts Maw-touched beasts to replace the soles.

There are no hours in the Maw, no sunrises or sunsets, nothing familiar, nothing she can cling to. But no matter the circumstances, no Windrunner would be too tired or disorientated to recognise she was being followed.

Followed by the living, no less.

They’re good, she’ll give them that. Their footsteps are too soft even for her hearing. They cling to the shadows like a child to a blanket. But they are still human, and so she guides one more soul upwards, flinching at the psychic bellow of IHATEYOUIHATEYOUMURDERERBUTCHER it jabs her with as it’s pulled away.

Then she turns to the rock beside her, and folds her arms.

“Princess Greymane. An unexpected- surprise.” She has to pause to cough mid-sentence. She’s had no need for words since her sentence began; her throat feels dry and clogged. “What brings you- ahem- to the Maw?”

“Oh, bollocks to it,” comes from behind the rock, and Tess Greymane emerges, brushing her own breeches off. “I should have known the Banshee Queen would sniff me out. What gave me away? Did I leave a footprint?”

“To your credit, no. I did indeed sniff you out.” Sylvanas shifts her weight onto one leg. “You had roasted Gilnean boar for lunch, with a seasoning mixture from the Gilnean royal family’s cookbook. My spies were nothing if not thorough.” And, when Tess only blinks in response: “Though the recipe originated in Quel’Thalas. The Dawnstrider family. No. No, the Dawntreader- no- why are you here?”

“Well, make your mind up!” Tess’ fists are clenched above the pommels of her daggers. “I want you to lead me to Liam. The Arbiter says he hasn’t passed through yet. He’s still down here somewhere and… well, I… you’re uniquely placed to…” She pauses. Her mouth works silently. “Erm, locate him,” she finishes, uncertainly.

“… And who is Liam?”

The screech that rips itself from Tess’ throat has Sylvanas stepping backwards sharply. “I beg your- how dare- what do you mean, who is Liam?” She lunges for Sylvanas, eyes wild. “My BROTHER! You MURDERED him!”

“You must understand-” There are so many I killed here, how could I possibly know where one is, which one was he-

“You fucking murdered my brother and you don’t even REMEMBER!” One flailing fist grabs Sylvanas by the collar; she jolts forwards with a grunt. “Let me enlighten you, you rotting bitch, you conquered my homeland and you slew my brother, yeah? Sound familiar?”

“I-”

“Don’t give me that shit! Nobody fucking forgets something like that! I don’t care if your fucking Scourge brains are turning to fucking liquid between those knife-ears, I want you to find Liam so he can be at peace, so that my family has justice, and so that my father will finally fucking accept he’s gone!”

“What did he look like?”

“Like me!”

Of course. But long red hair in a ponytail, where hers is raven-black (like Minn’da’s). Steely faced- it was obviously his first battle. He was on horseback. A blade in one hand, a blade with gleaming runes, the dewdrops froze on her skin as he charged her down no he held a torch he was another human prince it impaled her and it stole the air from her lungs, it cut her so deep, cut her soul

“-Windrunner! Fucking snap out of it!”

She jerks back to reality as Tess Greymane slaps her in the face.

“Ow,” she says, on nothing but instinct.

And Tess- actually rolls her eyes, like a gossiping maid-servant. “Oh, come on. That didn’t hurt.”

“No. No, it didn’t. Though if you want to tell everyone on Azeroth that you hurt me, I’m sure they would be delighted to know.”

One hand still gripping her collar, Tess tilts her head, staring at Sylvanas. “You know,” she says, and wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, “I always thought of you as this malevolence. This wordless evil in the dark. A brooding, ruthless assassin who stole my brother away. And you’re just a-”

“You’re not the first to call me a monster, and you won’t be the last.” Tess’ brows furrow. “For what it is worth,” Sylvanas continues, and gently untangles Tess’ fist from her shirt, “I had no quarrel with your brother, nor your country. Garrosh- whom I did have a quarrel with- he gave me the “choice” of staying together and risking my people’s annihilation in a hopeless, pointless war with Gilneas, or watching my people be carved up into regiments and thrown at the Alliance until none of us remained.” She shrugs. “Obviously, I chose the former. I cannot apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

“Well,” Tess snaps, “I won’t apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

And she slaps Sylvanas hard enough to send her stumbling backwards.

There’s a pause, as Sylvanas silently prods at her teeth one by one with her tongue.

“No ‘ow’ this time?”

“My apologies. Ow.”

“Huh.”

The silence falls again.

“I… fuck’s sake. I thought this would give me closure too. But I knew it was Garrosh. He admitted it all at the trial. I-” Tess’ shoulders slump. “He… he was really going to do that to the Forsaken? Deliberately send you to your deaths?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell us or something? Pretend to invade? We could have-”

“You would have slaughtered us on sight, like every other human nation.”

Tess opens her mouth, the beginning of a protest on her lips-

And promptly closes it. Sighs, heavily, and plops down on the rock beside her. “Yes,” she admits. “Yes. We would have.”

“And Garrosh knew that too.”

“Fuck him.”

“That,” Sylvanas says, and prods her face to check for any blood, “we can agree on.”

“Yes.”

Finding nothing but dry, cold, lifeless skin, Sylvanas straightens herself up, hands folding behind her back. “If you are willing to help guide me to him, I am willing to find your brother. It may take some time. The Maw is a hostile environment to living creatures.” Even now, a presence is creeping nearer, and she readies herself for another psychic bombardment from a night elven soul. “Many adventurers died here in their attempts to stop Zovaal, and many condemned entities remain even after his demise. Entities that will slaughter anything living they come across.” Is that a soul? Do you need guidance?

No, comes the guttural answer. Sylvanas stiffens.

Tess stares at her, oblivious to the shadow materialising behind her. “But our reports said there was nothing-”

“MAWSWORN!” Sylvanas shouts, and dives at Tess to throw her away from the dagger that lodges in her stomach instead.

The Mawsworn rears back with a screech, dragging a second blade from its holster and Sylvanas yanks the dagger from her belly just in time to parry the killing blow with it. “He’s gone,” she cries. “Zovaal is gone!”

“BETRAYER!” Their blades clash so hard it sets Sylvanas’ ears ringing. Her feet scrabble desperately for purchase in the dust. “THE WORLD MUST BE BROKEN!”

“He,” she pants, feinting this way and that way for some sort of opening, “is-”

There THERE her blade flashes in to puncture its heart just as Tess’ buries itself in its back and the Mawsworn screams in agony, flailing at her wailing at her and they jump back from its death throes.

“Dead,” she finishes as it dissolves.

The cloud dissipates to reveal Tess, one shirt sleeve bloodied, staring dumbly at her.

“You… you saved me.” A hand comes up to point at Sylvanas’ belly. “You- you actually took a dagger for me. You did.”

Sylvanas looks down at herself. At the black blood oozing lazily from the stab wound to her belly. The sluggish, half-forgotten ache of her cold body going through the motions of mending.

She looks back up at Tess.

“Oh, right,” she says. “Ow.”

#sylvanas windrunner #tess greymane #world of warcraft #fanfiction #my fanfiction #prompt #thank you for the prompt!#much appreciated <3 #look mum i can write post sl sylvanas too #lmk if i should post this on ao3 idk who reads what where

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