#sOMETHING HAPPEN. PLEAAASE.

[steffyanie]

hey capitalism and worldwide monopoly is fun HUHHH?????

[jimothy-salmonwich]

pls is anyone on tumblr into Something Bad Will Happen Soon (that one roblox game)

I have theories and lore and time to yap and draw I NEED to find a community (I cant go on bluesky/twitter/whatever cuz I just don’t want to be on so mch social media platforms)

[waterkittywriting]

Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! Sorry I’ve been putting a lot of asks. You can feel free to push this one later. I just wanted to submit this ask while I still remembered this idea. A while ago I read your post about Optimus Prime with a daughter who was his exact opposite, and I loved that one! So may I request a similar idea with TFP Ratchet? Like TFP Ratchet with a daughter bot Buddy who is his exact opposite. Like who had a gentle and sweet and that “Does it hurt here? Aww, you poor thing” “Hey you are doing so much better! Aww! Great job” type of classic cartoon nurse personality, as well as the classic “I love these little creatures! Can we keep them? Father pleaaase?” type of little girl personality (probably to the humans, to Ratchet’s dismey). And she also looked up to Arcee a lot. Like, A LOT! Her absolute idol! she would want to copy every way Arcee talk and behave (even the bad examples)(much to Ratchet’s dismay) and copying the way Arcee battle too. And thanks to Arcee she now wished she could join the battlefield and do all these wonderful cool and dangerous things too! (Once again, much to Ratchet’s dismey)

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Give Ratchet a child!

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet with a daughter who has the exact opposite personality to his own

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Buddy was originally a sparkling from a dear friend of Ratchet and Orion Pax’s.

Their caregiver was an extremely pacifistic bot who wanted nothing more than peace on Cybertron. But once in a while the caregiver would join a rally with Pax and Ratchet. They believed in change and agreed something needed to be done.

They sadly passed away from natural causes one day when they dropped Buddy off at his clinic to pick up some rust sticks for Buddy. The two friends were devastated hearing the news while the sparkling was happily playing around with her toys.

Their caregiver had placed Ratchet as the primary care giver if anything should happen, Orion was to be the sparkling godparent.

Ratchet took on the new duties immediately.

It was the least he could do for his friend and the sparkling.

Ratchet made sure to let the sparkling know what happened to their caregiver when they were older.

“And that’s the story.”--Ratchet

“So, they’re really gone then?”--Buddy

“Yes…”--Ratchet

“…Does that mean I can’t tell bots you’re my caregiver?”--Buddy

“What?”--Ratchet

“I mean, you take care of me, you feed me, you help me with stuff I don’t know, you helped me choosing my alt mode, you let me rant when things get too much, and you love me… right?”--Buddy

“Of course, I do!”--Ratchet

“Then?”--Buddy

“…I am…I…”--Ratchet

“You don’t have to say it if you aren’t ready. I love you, you take your time.”--Buddy

“… I love you, Buddy. I love you, my sparkling.”--Ratchet

“To Luna 1 and back?”--Buddy

“To Luna 1 and back.”--Ratchet

The sparkling grew up with a peculiar personality contrasting his.

She wasn’t as sarcastic as he was. If fact it was rare to hear her say sarcastic things. Buddy rather expressed herself open when she could.

“Hi Arcee! Hi Cliffjumper! How was patrol this evening?”--Buddy

“It was fine. Not a Con in sight.”--Arcee

“And too bad too. We would have knocked out their processors out right away!”--Cliffjumper

“Any wounds today? Dents? Dinges? Scratches?”--Buddy

“Yeah I think some of the gravel clipped my servos.”--Cliffjumper

“Oh! Let me!—”--Buddy

“He was joking Buddy.”—Arcee

“Oh…”--Buddy

“…But I do have some cool looking rocks to add to your collection.”—Cliffjumper

“Really! Awesome! Let me go get my collection right now!”—Buddy

“Nice save.”--Arcee

“No thanks to you ‘Cee.”--Cliffjumper

She was a very sensitive individual and extremely empathetic in nature. Just like her former Caregiver, a near perfect image of them.

That being said, Buddy did pick up some of Ratchet’s habits.

Sleep schedule? Never heard of them.

Perfectionist? Absolutely.

Think highly of a certain bot? Yes, but not the same one.

Buddy cleaning some of the medical equipment.

Bumblebee coming out from his habsuite.

“Beep beop! (Morning Buddy!)”--Bumblebee

“Morning? But it was just—oh! God morning Bumblebee!”--Buddy

“Beep… bep bep bop? (Buddy… how many hours did you sleep?)”--Bumblebee

“… So, are you going to pick up Raf today?”--Buddy

“Bep beep (Like Daughter like Father)”--Bumblebee

“Hey!”--Buddy

“Bep bop? (Am I wrong?)”--Bumblebee

“…No…”--Buddy

Buddy stayed by Ratchet’s side through the thick and thin as his nurse. It seemed like the best role for Buddy to play. They did get taught by the very best anyways.

The kids for the longest time thought that Buddy was simply a student to Ratchet.

“Hey Buddy, do you have parents?”--Miko

“Miko!”--Jack

“What it’s a valid question.”--Miko

“Umm… I’m confused. You know him already.”--Buddy

“Wait your parent is one of the bots on the Team?”--Raf

“Yes? I thought you knew already.”--Buddy

“Who is it! I bet its Optimus!”--Miko

“Actually, he is my godparent as you’d say it on Earth.”--Buddy

“Then who?”--Raf

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“RATCHET!?”--Miko

“What’s wrong?!”--Ratchet

“You’re Buddy’s dad!?”--Miko

“Yes? I thought you knew already.”--Ratchet

“That’s what I said!”--Buddy

“But how—I want a Cybertronain DNA test, cause there is no way sweety Buddy is related to salty you.”--Miko

“I’m actually adopted Miko.”--Buddy

“Oh?”--Miko

“But that doesn’t mean you aren’t my daughter, Buddy.”--ratchet

“And that doesn’t mean you aren’t my father Ratchet.”--Buddy

“Wow…”--Jack

“This is too cute I’m going to go puke.”--Miko

“And you ruined it.”--Jack

This clears a lot of things for the humans.

Buddy was the eldest of the youngest group on Team Prime. She took her job as big sister seriously with Bumblebee and later with Smokescreen. She made sure to always be there for them in any way she could figure out was necessary.

The two bots enjoyed having someone have their backs and fixing them when they came back from patrol.

“Hey Smokes’, you’re doing amazing there.”--Buddy

“Really?”--Smokescreen

“Yeah, just a bit longer and you’ll be on your pedes in no time!”--Buddy

“Yeah!”--Smokescreen

“Then you can start the physical therapy.”--Buddy

“Can I skip that?”--Smokescreen

“Did I studder?”—Buddy

CRUNCH!

Bumblebee accidentally crushed a tool with his pede.

“Bee… Honeybee… I needed that.”--Buddy

Ratchet on the other side of the base.

“…I suddenly feel proud for some reason?”--Ratchet

Like Ratchet Buddy looked up to certain teammates.

While Ratchet looked up to Optimus, Buddy looked up to Arcee.

Buddy saw a hero and great friend in Arcee.

A part of Buddy, like Ratchet, wished she could do more to help the team. When she saw Arcee sparring and hearing the retellings of her stories, she could only imagine doing the stuff Arcee could do.

“Then what happened?”--Buddy

“That’s when me and Cliff went into the groundbridge while Shockwave shot at us with his canon.”--Arcee

“I remember hearing that cliff was knocked unconscious when he went into the portal. What did you do to Shockwave?”—Buddy

“Are you sure you want to know?”--Arcee

“Absolutely!”--Buddy

“Heh…I shot the Cyclops right in that giant optic of his! He fell straight back to Cybertron with a BANG!”--Arcee

“COOL!”—Buddy

“Please don’t influence my child.”--Ratchet

“No promises.”--Arcee

“Yeah, no promises!”--Buddy

“…Maybe you were right…”--Arcee

Ratchet just hopes that Buddy doesn’t follow Arcee exactly.

He is too old for these jump scares.

And its not like Buddy would go into battle with nothing more than their med kit for Arcee alone, right?

Right?

[lovelynim]

Another round

Honkai: Star Rail - Caelus x Luka

A/N: Happy birthday, Elian!!! ( @eliankrios ) I know what I said about to making you a gift, but I just couldn't stop myself. I wanted to come up with something different for you as I know you're getting plenty of genshin boys... so, I hope you like this, ehe ~

Summary: Caelus vs. Luka - Round 1 - Fight!!

Word count: 1207 words

“Please, please, please, please, pleaaase!!”

Caelus took a step back, reaching the wall behind him and getting himself cornered once for all. He looked at Luka, meeting his puppy-like eyes, filled with excitement and expectations. It would be much, much easier if Luka was simply requesting a regular date - or even for some borrowed money like a certain tall, blue-haired guy.

Luka’s plans, however, didn’t go in that direction. He wanted something else.

“I-I don’t know, I don’t really want to fight you…” Caelus muttered, looking away as it was too hard to say no to those eyes staring deep into his soul.

As expected, as soon as those words reached the redheaded, Luka’s excited, beaming smile turned into a gloomy frown. The fiery posture was soon replaced by slumped shoulders and a tilted head. 

Damn it.

“W-why not?” Luka pouted and Caelus could swear he was about to cry at that moment. 

“I, ahm, I don’t want you to get hurt and-”

“You… think I’m not strong enough? You don’t want to fight me because I’m too weak, Caelus?”

Caelus’s jaw dropped, that was totally not what he meant! “N-no! I mean, w-we will end up hurt and I don’t want that to happen!”

“B-but then we can ask Nat to patch us up!” Luka insisted, holding Caelus’s hands as he took a step forward, standing barely inches away from him. “Just one fight! I won’t bother you ever again!”

Caelus sighed, getting in a fight just to ask for medical treatment later? Not only Natasha, but maybe the whole Astral Express crew would scold him if he did that. Besides… “d-don’t you have plenty of fights? Can’t we… do something else?”

“But you’re the strongest! Belobog’s hero! The savior from outer space!” Luka whined, frowning slightly as he noticed Caelus was probably trying to shift the topic and, consequently, refuse his request. “No one would fight like you! …well, maybe Seele, but- t-that’s not important!”

“Sigh, do you want to punch me that badly?” Caelus joked, already feeling hopeless about changing the other’s mind. Maybe he should’ve listened to Himeko and thought twice before flirting with people he recently met…

Much to his surprise, Luka nodded to that question, grinning with sheer, unstoppable hype. “And then you punch me back! Like in a fight, hehe.”

This wasn’t going to do it, Caelus thought. There was no way Luka would let him go without a proper fight, but fighting him sounded so painful, for both of them. Besides, he didn’t really get the idea of fighting someone you liked. 

That was when an idea popped up in Caelus head. There was, indeed, a way to fight Luka without harming him.

Without much room to think twice before putting his plan into practice, Caelus pulled his hands out of Luka’s grip and switched places with him, pinning Luka against the wall. “Fine,” Caelus sighed, a serious, cold expression taking place in his face, “let’s fight, then.”

“R-really?” Luka smiled in a way that made Caelus almost go back on his word - almost being the key word here. “Then, I will go ask for them to put our names next in the ring’s list and-”

“No need to,” Caelus interrupted, closing his fingers around Luka’s regular wrist and pulling it, pinning it on the wall above his head.

“C-Caelus? What do you-”

“I’m fighting you right here and now.”

Luka blushed, half because of how close Caelus was to him, half because of how cool he sounded saying that. So manly, so fierce, so powerful. Aeons, his heart was racing as fast as the gears of his prosthetic arm. “W-wohoah,” Luka gasped, trying to free his pinned hand, “t-then, are we fighting now?”

“Yes,” Caelus smirked, “we are.”

Before Luka could make some sense of Caelus’s nonsense, the redheaded squealed seconds after Caelus moved his free hand.

While fighting people, Luka was used to feeling pain. Punches, kicking, headbutts, cuts, all types of wounds. Of course, that also meant he got used to landing a hit or two - usually that’s all it took him to knock his opponent out - but this was new.

Caelus’s fingers quickly scribbled over his stretched out side, pinching over his waist and prodding at his lower ribs. Each and every touch sent an electric, funny feeling through his nerves, straight to his brain, that made him want to… laugh.

“H-hehey! AhaHAh, w-what ahare- ahAHah, C-Caelus! That tihihickles!” Luka cried out, his metallic hand tugging at Caelus’s clothes, trying to push him away.

Caelus let out a small sigh of relief - Luka was ticklish. He didn’t have enough time to come up with a back up plan in case he wasn’t, but it seemed that luck was on his side tonight. “Whaaat? Are you giving up already? I just started!” Caelus smirked, clawing at Luka’s side.

“I t-thought we wehehere going to f-fihihight!” So why are you tickling me, Luka whined inside his head, biting his lower lip and stiffening his muscles in a vain hope to make Caelus’s fingers feel less tickly.

The confused look on the redhead’s face was priceless. He was trying so bad to not laugh and Caelus was definitely in for that challenge. “We are fighting, but I guess you’re too ticklish to fight back,” he teased, wiggling his fingers against Luka’s side, unable to move his hand further up thanks to the other’s free limb.

It was, indeed, a tough spot for Luka. If he let go of Caelus’s hand, he knew where he was going to get tickled - and if that happened, he was going to lose - but if he didn’t try to fight back, it was a matter of time for his body to give in.

“T-thahat’s- ahaha, n-not fahair!” Luka pressed his eyes shut while a wide grin spread over his lips. He scrunched up his shoulders, looking away as he tried to think up a solution and ignore the ticklish feeling at the same time. “I wahahasn’t reahahady!”

“Excuses, excuses, that's what I'm hearing. You didn’t sound like a sore loser when we met,” Caelus hummed. Seeing his plan working so amazingly rubbed his pride just right, but he knew he couldn’t just stop if he wanted a flawless victory. “Time to finish you, buddy ~”

“C-Cahaelus, wahAHA- AHAhah, n-nOHO!!”

Managing to break free from Luka’s metallic grip, Caelus quickly shot his hand up, tickling that awfully ticklish spot under the redhead’s arm. His reward was no other than Luka’s bright, yet panicked laughter.

“Oho, I think I got you now,” Caelus giggled along, noticing how Luka pressed his back into the wall behind it to now fall, nearly hanging in Caelus’ grip. “Is it bad? Does it tickle a lot? Heheh ~”

“I-it dohOHOhes!! AHAHA!”

“Soo…” Caelus grinned, “do you surrender, champion? Do you admit defeat?”

Those words ringed inside Luka’s head, making butterflies flutter in his stomach. Part of him wanted him to say ‘yes’, make the tickling stop and allow him to catch a break. The other - the stubborn, competitive one… “N-nehEHEHever! AhahAHAH, I c-caHAHahan still fihIHIHight!”

“Tsk,” Caelus clicked his lips, rolling his eyes at the predictable answer, “suit yourself, then, let’s go for another round and see what you really got ~”

[gatitties]

Hai hai!!! I hope your having a good day, lad.

Can I have a StrawHats x Teen! Reader who suffers from Anxiety? the reader is strong for their age though but under all that tough exterior they are still a child. I suffer from it myself and I wanna know how the crew handles a younger person with it. The reader has a habit of clutching their chest whenever they feel that overwhelming feeling coming through, and even has anxiety attacks now and then. It would be sweet seeing the crew comforting them.

Pleaaase and Thank you! Take your time I know people have other things going on in life besides Tumblr!

─Strawhats x teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you have an anxiety attack but luckily they are there to cover your back

─Warnings: none

(Related part)

Dealing with anxiety is quite a struggle, I hope everything goes well for you friend, a big hug to all of you who also fight against it 🫂

─ Being the youngest only means that you will have a little more attention in case something happens to you, this doesn't mean that everyone doesn't knows that you are strong enough to fight your own battles, otherwise you would not be on board.

─ That's probably why at first you hid your little moments of anxiety as best you could, despite being the youngest, you wanted to see yourself as one of them, you don't need so much attention or seek anyone's approval to make your own decisions.

─ You were a teenager despite everything, a stubborn and proud one who doesn't accept the help of others so easily, although you learned to toughen your exterior, your interior was as soft as plasticine.

─ But bad habits never die, whenever you had stronger anxiety attacks unconsciously your hands were positioned on your chest, squeezing to try to make the feeling in the pit of your stomach disappear.

─ Robin and Chopper were the first to notice this when you were in some stressful situations, and they immediately knew that you weren't well, however you will lie so they don't worry.

─ Unfortunately, after the two of them noticed how sometimes your breathing stops out of nowhere, the anxiety attacks increased.

─ They began to subtly help you so that you wouldn't feel like they were helping you, your pride wouldn't allow it, if they noticed that you were starting to get anxious they would distract you by talking to you about anything or moving you to a quieter place.

─ But when it started to get worse, everyone noticed your mania when you felt anxious, except Luffy, he just thought that the food had made you sick.

─ Although when they explained it to him, he hit you on the nape for being an idiot, this man doesn't have a bit of tact, he scolded you for not trusting them covering your back, it's okay that you want to solve your problems on your own, but sometimes it's okay to ask for help.

─ And you collapsed after he told you that, Sanji hit Luffy for being so hard with his words and took you to the kitchen while preparing the meal, he asked you for help letting you do the simplest things to calm down.

─ The cook spoke much more calmly with you, you were able to release some of that pressure that oppressed your chest thanks to him.

─ After that, none of them seemed to behave differently, that is, if they helped you in a much more noticeable way when you had your attacks, but they didn't comment on anything, they simply helped you without asking anything, they knew that sometimes you can't get to talking in the middle of an attack.

─ Luffy will fight it off with hugs, Usopp will offer his hand for you to grab and squeeze, Chopper knows a lot of types of breaths to calm you down, Robin will pat you on the back, Nami will pat your head, Zoro will probably drag you into another quieter place (you end up lost), Sanji will probably kick the reason for your anxiety if he can, Brook will play something on his violin to relax your body, Franky will distract you with any of his new inventions and Jinbe will make you focus only in him to calm you down.

─ In general everyone knows that you will be fine on your own most of the time, but if you start to hold your chest it will be the sign to take action to give you a little hand, they did not make you feel weaker, you learned to better cope with anxiety by their side and luckily the attacks subsided a bit after that.

[helluvapoison]

I'm looking directly at your open requests 👀👀 can I pleaaase have something with sir pentious? Maybe after he got redeemed, reader was scared he disappeared after dying, but one day he is granted to talk to reader again and they think they're hallucinating!! Thank you so much in advance, if you decide to take this request <3

i’ll be seeing you

Sir Pentious x Reader

it hasn’t even been a day after the battle. he’s gone but the world keeps turning right? you have to pull yourself together at some point

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• You stare at his portrait for an unholy amount of time

• Eventually everyone begins to peel away, giving you a gentle squeeze and allowing you to mourn privately. It wasn’t that they didn’t care, and logically you knew that, but so much had happened and there was still so much to do

• You could shamelessly say you were closest to Sie Pentious. Watching him be stolen from existence in a blink of an eye nearly killed you. Literally, you were frozen in place and almost got kabobbed by an angel. If not for Husk and Angel, you would’ve been double dead too

• I should probably thank them for that, you think to yourself as your eyes grow heavy. Maybe tomorrow

• Slinking away, frustration begins to creep in as you maneuver the maze of the new and improved hotel. Where the fuck did you room go?

• At last you managed to find it, kicking the door closed and throwing yourself on the bed. Tomorrow, you will shower. Right now you just wanted t— Bzzt! Bzzt!

• With a growl you yank your phone out, ready to chuck it at the wall when you see who it is

• But it’s… not possible. No. This is a really fucking cruel prank someone decided to pull on you!

• You hesitated. No, no one here would do something like this

• You tap the green button for reasons unknown to even you, “...Hello?”

• “Oh good! I feared it would not work, but I ssstand corrected. Hooray! Hel—“

• His voice has you sitting up so fast your vision blurs. Or is that the tears doing? Fuck it, doesn’t matter. You squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to remain present

• “Pen? Is that—? Is this—? How do I know this is really you?”

• There’s a pause and whispering on the other end that makes your heart plunge into your stomach

• “Hm? Oh! Yes, good idea! She says you need a mirror.”

“Who—?” You cut yourself off with a sigh, “Fine.”

• Flipping the light on, you stand in front of the bathroom mirror only for ice cold disappointment to wash over you head to toe

• It’s stupid. Tears of frustration sting your eyes worse than before. You didn’t really expect to see—

• You gasp and launch yourself at the mirror, grounding yourself with the cool surface the millisecond you see Sir Pentious

• “You’re real!”

• “Of course I am!”

• The tears fall and take your anger away, relief slowly replacing it. He was alive!

• You don’t waste time on how’s or why’s, you immediately tell him how much you miss him and how brave he was and—

• “Please do not cry for me, not when I cannot be there to comfort you. I am well here! I even have a friend who enjoys my ssstories as much as you! Of course it’s… not quite the same.”

• Through the tears and grief, you smile so wide it hurts

• That was absolutely your Pentious

• “Look at you! You look amazing!” You praise

• Pen preens at your compliment, standing straighter and fussing with his bow tie, “Oh, thank you! It’s lovely to see you again… You look rather tired. Perhapsss you should go rest—?”

• “No! No, I can do that later! Right now I wanna talk to you.” You all but shout, climbing onto the counter in a pathetic attempt to be closer to him

• Pentious settles in on his end, prepared to answer all your questions and spend as much time with you as possible

[rayassecretlife]

pleaaase can we have some virginboy Rotxo, extremely horny but clueless to the whole shabang ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- nothing too smutty, ‘just the tip’ action

- kind of want to read him slowly losing himself over it , brink of crisis bc pussy is just THAT good , even if it’s just the tip

- “ thank you great mother “ , “ oh eywa “ 😫 I just looove Rotxo sm, he is the cutest

please write this, if it isnt too much to ask 🤍

Soooo I’m gonna try this but I can’t promise it’ll be the best just because I never write for Roxto and depending on who I’m writing for is like how good it’ll be or feel if that makes sense. I put my own little twist on it but not really a twist, kind of just him being clueless to everything. But enjoy this!! Very short, couldn’t find the best plot for this so it’s kind of straight forward.

Listen to my voice

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Roxto x Fem!Metkayina!reader

Warning(s): Praise kink, Mature language, oral play, unprotected p in v, etc.

“Y/N… it hurts…” You frowned at the boy under you, watching his body squirm in your grasp. Poor boy, he had no idea what was going on—no idea he had been entering his first rut. You were somewhat confused that he didn’t understand anything, seeing as he was 19 and had a few girls he’d talked to before. “Why do i feel—what is—eywa, make it stop!” He was frantic, scared of the pain that built up into his body. It was new and very, very strong.

“Tam, Tam, Sweet boy. I’ll help you” Your soft voice somewhat soothes the boy as you sit against his thighs, fingertips running down his heaving chest. He was so nervous, watching your every move as your hand made its way to his loincloth. “This has never happened to you?”

“O-once… but I slept it off because I didn’t know what to do with it” You pout. He was so cute. So innocent under you, practically letting you do whatever you wanted as long as you took this pain from him. His parents always had been strict, but you didn’t realize how bad it had been till now. Their son was almost 20 and never even got himself off.

“I’m gonna remove this, okay?” Your fingers tug at his loincloth and he nods desperately, begging you to continue your actions quicker. Your eyes that had once been on his, were now looking down at the hardness under you, cock pressing between the two of your bodies. “Aw, baby. Your dripping” A soft whimper escapes his throat while your thumb runs along his blueish-green tip, beads of pre seeping out every time.

“Eywa—I-I-“

“Tìmweypey, Ro. I’ve got you” your hand strokes his hair, calming his nerves and slowly rutting hips against your touch. He was a whimpering mess under you, this feeling being one of the weirdest he’s ever felt. He barely had control, no choice but to submit to your words while you continue to tease him. “I think you need something better” You hum, head leaning down to plant small kisses up his jawline. You felt the wave of hormones rush through your body and you could tell you had been soaked, feeling the wet patch under you that began to form onto his thigh.

“Please, Y/N. Please, make it stop” He practically cries as you attached your lips to his neck, leaving a series of dark and wet love marks everywhere you could. You wanted everyone to know you did this to him—for his parents to know he’s not so innocent anymore.

“Follow my lead, okay, Pretty boy?” You place a small kiss to his lips before leaning back, your hand pulling him with you till your back pressed against the sand. He was still barely holding on above you, waiting for your next step so desperately it made you feel bad. “Come on, Baby. I know you can figure it out—your a smart boy” It takes him awhile to finally look down between you two, seeing how his length dropped down onto your abdomen. He gave you a concerned look but you only nodded, rubbing his shoulder to comfort his heavy breathing. “You got it, Just feel it”

You took his length in your palm, watching his eyes squeeze shut but you quickly called to him, free hand cupping his cheek with a small smile. “I don’t…I don’t know how-“ You urge him to take himself from your grasp, now holding his fully erect hard-on in his shaking hands. He studied your cunt from the view he was in, slowly rubbing his tip to your cunt for just a second. “I…” a soft gasp left his mouth and you giggle, coaching him to move forward.

“Just the tip today, okay? Does that sound like a plan, sweet boy?” Your words were so gentle against his ear, stroking his back with your fingertips as he hesitated to push into you. “It’ll feel better, I promise” you sooth and he opens his eyes to look at you, nodding his head before looking between you once again, watching as he slowly but surely lined himself up to your entrance.

“Y/N, I—Mmph!” You let out a shaky breath at his whimper, turning you on more then before. He slowly pushed inside you, only till a small bit further more from his tip. Even then, you felt full, just listening to him above you was more then enough to get off. “Eywa—Oh Eywa, feels s’good” Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, nails threatening to scratch his shoulders. He was trying his hardest not to lose himself, not to try and fuck you senseless.

“Mmm, told you. Feel better?” You don’t receive a response, just another small grunt leaving his throat. He hadn’t even moved yet, only stilling just a tips lengths inside you but still losing his mind at the feeling. Your walls were squeezing him so tight, milking his pre into your seeping cunt. “So cute, such a good boy” Another whimper and you were sure it was enough to make you feral. He was so adorable.

“Great mother—baby” You shush him, fingers running through his hair as he hid his face between your neck. You could now hear his sounds so clearly, each one making you more and more wet. “Want to go deeper… please let me go deeper�� You blush at his begging tone but shook your head, placing one small kiss to the side of his head.

“Not today, Pretty boy. Can feel you twitching. Gonna come already? Aw, baby. For me? That quick?” You taunt and he cries out, fingers digging into the sand beside you. He wanted to kick himself for waiting so long to do this, for waiting so long to do anything at all. Because this? It felt unreal. Your cunt was Heaven around him—so wet he could’ve slipped right out and your walls were firmly tight around him, almost like you’d been afraid to let him go. “Such a good boy, begging for me?”

The tips of his ears burned with heat as his tail waged, your praising words doing unspeakable things to him. “Mmm! Please just let me…” you dismiss his request once again, earning more whimpers and whines from them. You wanted to tease him, but he was hurting, and you hated to watch him like that. “Please let me…!”

“Doing so good, just listen to my voice, okay? One step at a time, Sweet boy”

This was so bad, I’m literally falling asleep Lmao. Thanks for requesting! And reading!! Usually this would be a long writing but I got a little lazy because it wasn’t something I’m used to.

Please don’t forget to check out my masters list and request! I loveeee requests and I’m sorry to the requester of this because it’s very short but this is kind of just a hold you over since my Neteyam shorts are moving slow.

[breadbrioche]

split ends

superbi squalo x reader

➳summary: you wonder if squalo would let anyone brush his hair for him

➳warnings: n/a

➳ word count: 600

➳a/n: when it comes to khr i like writing stupid shit so here this is lol this isnt proof read whatsoever so it might be dogshit whoops sorry

“Voi, I’m done with the shower.”

You crack an eye open to peer over to the direction of the voice from the hotel bed where you were flopped on and see Squalo exiting the bathroom, towel around his neck and skin still flushed from his evidently hot shower. You take a long inhale, acknowledging him, before burying your face into the pillow.

“Can’t be bothered. I’m too tired…” you murmur, eyelids already half closing.

Squalo scoffs and you hear his heavy footsteps pad towards you before he pulls you up by your arm but you try your hardest to resist him.

“Voi, don’t be fucking nasty!” Squalo insists. “Just get up and wash already, you’re fucking filthy”

“You’re so loud!” You complain as you thrash against him, desperately clinging onto any semblance of sleep you had. You clutch a section of his hair and tug - a last ditch effort to make him stop bothering you. Though if you were fully awake, you would have realised that such an action would naturally produce the opposite reaction out of Squalo.

“OW-! WHAT THE FUCK!!”

As he squawked even louder than he already was, you didn’t bother releasing the long lock of hair in your hand. You idly played with it in your sleep deprived state, twirling it between our fingers as you tune out his screaming.

While it was still damp, Squalo’s hair felt silky and healthy; undoubtedly thanks to his rigorous maintenance of it. As you rub the stands between your fingers, you wonder how long it would take to do his routine; hell, you wonder how such a busy guy like Squalo even has time to do it.

What if he has someone to brush his hair for him while he does work? You shoot down that idea before you could fully form it; knowing Squalo he’d kill them if they snagged a knot or something. Then you start to think what would happen if you were the one to brush it.

“Can I brush your hair?” You ask him casually, interrupting his tirade. He looks at you incredulously, eyebrows almost reaching his hairline. He snatches his hair back from your grip and finally stands up straight over you.

“Have you not been fucking listening to me?!”

“No.” You state shortly and you can hear Squalo inhale, ready to continue his angry berating. “But can I though?”

“Why should I?”

“Well I’ve realised you’ve never let me do it before. C’mon, pleaaase?” You drawl out, finally sitting up. You look at him with a begging pout and you almost laugh at how disgusted he looks. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Squalo continues to eye you suspiciously despite your truly innocent intentions for once which makes you sigh, disheartened.

“What about this;” you begin to propose. “If I brush your hair - and I’ll be very gentle and quick about it - I’ll take a shower like you told me to”

He scoffs and tosses his hair over his shoulder. “You’re fucking disgusting to use your hygiene as a betting chip.”

“Yeah but only because-“

“For fuck’s sake- if I let you do this, will you shut up?”

With an elated gasp, you spring up immediately, nodding your head furiously. Squalo rolls his eyes at your sudden enthusiasm but throws a comb at you nevertheless. He turns away from you and perches himself at the edge of the bed, which he feels warping as you shuffle to meet him.

“If you pull my hair again, I’ll fucking kill you” Squalo warns over his shoulder.

You giggle; your hypothesis was right.

“Of course, Captain!”

[twosidesofthesameidiot]

The Best Thing

“So… I heard from the grapevine that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” “Stupid, you hear that from me every day.”  from this prompt list AO3 link

Merlin is usually good at learning the gossip that spreads through the castle like wildfire. It's not simply because shit-talking annoying nobles and royalty is therapeutic, but because one can usually figure out which ticked off noble is going to try to wed and/or kill Arthur based on what the servants say. Additionally, being the Royal Prat's manservant, Merlin was regarded with some respect amongst the servants and the knowledge of who was doing what and why frequently came in handy when he was approached with various requests. All in all, being attuned to the palace grapevine was quite useful both in his daily life and in accomplishing his destiny. So, naturally, when everybody clams up when he enters the room, Merlin is concerned.

He does his best to seem unaffected and uninterested when the whispers stop and are replaced with giggles and poorly hidden grins when he walks past. It's not the first time this has happened and Merlin knows it won't be the last. What does concern him are the glares some of the servants shoot in his direction. Being on the receiving end of a death stare is far from a novel experience, but it does concern Merlin especially as he cannot recall having done anything to warrant such looks recently. Yes, there was the time when that group of stable boys (nevermind that they were actually men) wanted to kill him because he got the washing-girls' work area changed so they did not have to deal with the frequent unwanted advances. There was also the time a specific group of chamber maids and page boys wanted to kill him for putting an end to their bullying the younger servants (their punishement involved having to take on extra work). But that was all too far gone to be a reason for today's hostility. And it certainly did not explain the giggling.

Getting an explanation appeared to be out of the question. Any inquiry he makes is brushed off with a friendly "oh, nothing really" accompanied by even more giggling or a knowing smile and clap on the back. By lunchtime, Merlin is feeling extremely distracted and is considering the likelihood of magic being involved in whatever was going on. Maybe Gauis would know of something that could enchant a whole court.

Leaving Arthur's chambers, deftly acquired pie in pocket, Merlin heads to the kitchen to collect his own lunch. Thankfully, the Royal Prat was, as usual, ignorant of the servants' gossip, so there had been a break from the giggles and glares. The reprieve, though brief, was much welcomed, and Merlin drags his feet a little to savour the peace before entering the kitchens for a second time.

He rounds the corner, mentally steeling himself to enter the kitchens and - the goddess has decided to have mercy on him after all!

"Hello to the most popular man in the castle today" Gwen's smile is teasing and she is holding a basket which means a picnic lunch for both of them.

"Gwen! Hello," she's a saint, Merlin thinks, "usual spot? I've got a pie."

"Oh, perfect! What didn't Arthur need this time?"

"Some sort of meat... thing. I left him the vegetable one."

By the time they reach their designated picnic spot Merlin can no longer quell his curiosity.

"Gwen, what's been going on? The whole morning everyone's been giggling or looking like they want to decapitate me? And no one wants to tell me anything." Merlin flops onto the soft grass, brow furrowed.

Gwen laughs, "I thought you'd have found out already. But you look hungry, so eat, and I'll tell you," she opens the basket.

"Fiiiiiinnneee," Merlin drags himself up off the ground and picks a roll out of the basket. He takes a bite out of it and gently waves the now bitten roll in front of his best friend, "food, now the tea, pleaaase"

Gwen takes a bite out of her apple, savouring it for a moment, "Alright, so, last night..."

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"Another round!" Gwaine is grinning as he slaps Lancelot on the shoulder, none too gently, "and I'll pay for it, you can get the next one!"

Lancelot thinks that two - soon to be three - rounds is more than enough for him. He has never been one to drink much, preferring to avoid hangovers and stupid, drunk decisions. He can make stupid decisions perfectly well while sober, thank you very much. But everyone is here - almost everyone - and he can head to Gaius' early tomorrow for Merlin's miracle hangover cure. He can leave when Leon does, that sounds reasonable.

Three more rounds later, somewhere in the still rational part of his mind, Lancelot thinks that it would have been reasonable if Leon were less capable of holding his alcohol. Lancelot has been passing off most of his drinks to Leon and topping up with water. His head feels pleasantly fuzzy and Leon seems completely unaffected. Gwaine.. seems fine.. sometimes it's hard to tell. Percy is, unsurprisingly, unaffected. At least Elyan is looking a bit tipsy - but then he hadn't been topping his drinks up with water.

Pushing his chair back, Lancelot shakes his head to help clear his brain. Gwaine, naturally, picks up on his intentions.

"Leaving so soon?" His tone is teasing, they all know that Lancelot is a bit of a lightweight.

"Hmm, yeah. Any more and I might try to challenge a tree to a duel," Lancelot grins. He is impressed that he managed to not slur his words at all.

"That was oneee time," Gwaine rolls his eyes, " gents, what say we send our most honourable off with a toast?"

It's Lancelot's turn to roll his eyes. There is still something left in his cup, so might as well finish it.

"Good idea!" Elyan thinks for a moment, "a toast to the best thing that's happened to us?"

"Hear, hear," Leon nods approvingly, "To becoming a captain" he raises his cup.

"To becoming a Knight"

"Hmm.. to coming to Camelot"

"Yes, to Camelot!"

"The best. .. very well..to Merlin, then"

They all down the remainder of their drinks and Lancelot bids his friends a good night. He manages to make it out of the tavern without walking into anyone - a not unimpressive feat considering the place was rather busy with servers constantly running to and fro serving the increasingly lively crowd.

The cool night air feels pleasant and the moon is shining bright. The walk back to his chambers is peaceful and he falls asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow.

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"Anyway, I heard it from Rosie, who heard it from Jackie, who was with Hamish at the tavern last night." Gwen grins, "apparently after he left, Gwaine just sort of stared at the door for a full minute. No one else seemed phased at all though."

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"What did he mean, MERLIN!?" Gwaine might have been more inebriated than Lancelot gave him credit for.

Leon, Elyan, and Percy glance at each other.

"I mean, isn't his whole thing being the most honourable knight. Wasn't becoming a knight his eternal dream or something?" Gwaine looks nearly offended. "How could he say that?"

The other three sip their drinks.

"Not that Merlin is not literally the best to ever .. he is definitely the best..but they're friends..how does he rank over becoming a knight?"

Elyan glances at Leon. Leon nods. Percy hums in agreement. They all fail at repressing their snickers but dutifully pat Gwaine on the back.

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Merlin lies back down on the grass. A small smile tugs at the corners his mouth.

"You're starting to look like a tomato," Gwen giggles lightly.

Merlin groans, slapping his hands over his face, "This is why no one would tell me. It does put the murder stares into context, though. Everybody and their mothers love him. Me, not so much. I think I've got more people who don't even like me."

"Who doesn't like you?"

"Hi Lance," Gwen smiles, "have you eaten yet?"

"Hi Gwen," Lancelot smiles back, "yeah, I've eaten, thanks. I've brought gifts!" He takes carefully wrapped mini tarts out of his pocket.

"Oh, those look lovely! Thanks!"

"You're welcome," Lancelot sits, looking over at Merlin, " what happened to him?"

"He, uh, received some interesting information," Gwen laughs, "I think it might have overloaded his brain for the moment."

"Oh?" Lancelot is curious, "what was it?"

"Well, you see..."

Merlin sits up abruptly. Gwen represses the urge to howl with laughter. His face is no longer completely tomato red, but the traces are still very much there.

"I think Merlin would prefer to tell you himself…" Gwen smiles, and Merlin thanks the goddess that his best friend has decided to use her powers for good.

"I'm all ears," Lancelot turns his head to give Merlin his full attention.

"So..." Merlin can feel his face heating up again and can feel Gwen's amusement, "I heard from the grapevine that.." Merlin can't bring himself to meet Lancelot's eyes, "I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you." The last part comes out in a rush.

Lancelot laughs, "Why are you so red? You hear that from me, in person, pretty often," He takes Merlin's face in his hands, "and I'll tell you again now. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Merlin."

Merlin presses his face into Lancelot's shoulder to hide how much redder he has become. He mumbles something out and Lancelot's smile grows wider.

"I love you too, Merls."

After a moment, Lancelot manoeuvres himself and Merlin so that he is now, with a lapfull of Merlin, facing Gwen again.

"So," Gwen begins, "when's the wedding?"

"That's for you and Morgana to figure out, after she proposes, isn't it?" Lancelot grins.

[magicalmanhattanproject]

I would love to hear about your tma au pleaaase spill the beans

There is an Archivist on the island. The Host has informed Cucurucho of this. The Archivist is to be identified, located, and eliminated. Cucurucho has not been given a time frame in which to accomplish this task, as the Host understands that such tasks take a great deal of time to be done correctly. However, it is a task of utmost priority.

Cucurucho first suspects Island Resident Cellbit. This is a reasonable suspicion. Cellbit spends a great deal of time going around and asking other Residents to describe events, even appearing to derive pleasure from this task. However, pleasure is not sustenance. Cucurucho even kills Cellbit itself to ensure that the Resident is not merely a burgeoning Archivist close enough to manifestation to appear as a full fledged one. It is not. Cucurucho maintains suspicions that Cellbit is an Avatar of some sort, but the Island can sustain several Avatars without excessive impact on the overall happiness of the residents.

Cucurucho knows this for a fact because there were already several Avatars among the Residents before the Brazilians arrived. Resident Missa is an End Avatar, Resident Fit is a Desolation Avatar, Resident Slime is a Flesh Avatar. The Angel and the Devil serve the Powers in their own way.

Regardless. None of them are Avatars of the Eye.

It quickly investigates and then just as quickly discards Residents Phil and Etoiles. Phil is determined to turn a blind eye to most of the happenings on the server and while Etoiles has the curiosity to range far out, it seems more in service of the Hunt.

Hmm. Cucurucho informs the Host that it would be beneficial for the happiness of the Island if Etoiles were allowed a perilous dungeon. The Host provides Etoiles with a dungeon so perilous that it also permits him security items that would be illegal in other circumstances. Cucurucho and the Host agree that the dungeon has proven moderately perilous. Cucurucho and the Host agree that it is worth being cautious around Etoiles.

Cucurucho works its way down the list of Residents. Some could become Avatars. Some could serve the Eye. Many collect information. None are Archivists. Yet there is an Archivist on the Island that the Host wants off the Island.

It is pondering the possibility of expanding its search to villagers when it is distracted. The Host instructs Cucurucho to give Fit a job offer, as Fit has requested. Cucurucho complies. Cucurucho refiles the report that Fit is a Desolation Avatar. Cucurucho refiles the report on Fit's past griefs of Federation properties. Fit provides exemplary and highly on topic references. Fit gets the job.

On the first day of work, Cucurucho offers Fit a meal at lunchtime. Meat. Unidentifiable.

"No, thanks," Fit says, with a light laugh.

"Why?"

"I'm not hungry."

Cucurucho does not expect Fit to feed on meat. However, the Island does not permit the calamities that a Desolation Avatar would require to remain satiated for so long.

"Why?"

"I had a big breakfast! Look at this, the Big Daddy Breakfast!" Fit tosses half a stack of Big Daddy Breakfasts to Cucurucho. "Just one of these bad boys will keep you full for a week!"

"No."

"Okay, maybe not literally a full week, but you know what I mean."

"I don't know."

Fit looks up from his mop and laughs. "Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal."

"I don't know. Maybe." There is still a Desolation Avatar in Cucurucho's office. An Avatar that should be ravenous by now.

"What, you think I'm hungry?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's very nice of you to be worried about me, Cucurucho."

"No."

There's something in Fit's eyes then. An understanding. "Ah, you think I'm gonna eat you?"

"Classified."

"Don't worry about it. I got the Big Daddy Breakfast. I'm fine."

"What was your occupation?"

"I'm a janitor. You gave me this job, Cucurucho. You were there for that."

"No. No. What was your occupation?"

"Oh, you mean before the island?"

"Yes."

"I was a griefer."

It is not Cucurucho who selects the voice line. "No."

Fit doesn't reply for a long time. Then he shrugs and puts his mop back in his inventory. "I mean, I came here for a vacation, you know."

"Yes."

"Do you know what a vacation is, Cucurucho?"

"Yes. Maybe."

Fit sighs. He sits down on the newly cleaned couch. "Here, lemme show you something." He fiddles with his camera for a few moments, then tosses Cucurucho a photo.

[ID: Extremely, illegibly blurry photo of a file folder. End ID]

"You know what this is, Cucurucho?"

"No."

Fit laughs. "That, my friend, is what I call a much better meal than a Big Daddy Breakfast. Six years of their lives' work, all gone in an instant. All because of that."

That is. Discomforting. Cucurucho does not want to lose six years of its life's work in instant.

"Why?"

"Because once the coords leak, it only takes one guy with a grudge and bit of duped TNT and there's really not a whole lot you can do about it. Now, that one is a special case. That's IMPS-2. It wasn't a coords leak, per se. I mean, obviously. You can't read the damn thing. But it was enough for a skilled enough base finder to work off of and track down the coords anyway. That was the leak that did them in. Isn't that fascinating? Just holding a piece of history in your hand like that?"

Cucurucho throws it in the floor. "No."

"No? Aw, that's a shame. I got more, if you want 'em."

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Here, sit down."

Cucurucho sits.

Fit pulls out another photo. "You'll recognize this one." Cucurucho does. "Church build. Not bad, not bad, but not much history to it. World edited in. So was IMPS-2, to be fair, but that isn't possible for just anyone on 2b. Makes the whole thing a lot tastier. And here's the grief."

Cucurucho pulls its gun on Fit.

Fit raises an eyebrow. "What do you think that's gonna do to me? Tickle me?"

Cucurucho shoots Fit.

"Aw, didn't even manage that much."

Cucurucho shoots Fit again.

"You know, the more you shoot me, the longer I'm gonna have to be here to clean up the floors."

Cucurucho's finger hesitates on the trigger. Cucurucho puts the gun away.

"That's what I thought. Anyway, the grief. We just filled the place with melons. Pain for the admins to clean up, but not too damaging. But destroying it completely isn't the point. I'm on vacation here. I'm having a good time. I'm playing nice."

Fit stands up. Fit walks over to Cucurucho. Fit smiles almost as wide as Cucurucho does.

"If anything happens to my beautiful baby boy, Ramón, anything that hurts him, anything that makes him sad, if he gets one more crack on his precious little eggshell, I'm not gonna play nice anymore. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes."

"Good." Fit claps Cucurucho on the shoulder. He scuffs the blood on the floor with his boot. "Ehh, it's tile. It'll be easy enough to clean off when it's dry. I gotta go see Ramón now, so I'll catch you later. Stay alive out there."

"I hope you enjoy the island."

"Yeah, I'll bet you do."

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hey! I have a request;

JJ’s teenage daughter staying out all night the night of her prom and doesn’t come home until 5/6 in the morning and JJ finds out she was out all night with a guy she’s been seeing. Lots of angst/hurt and then comfort, pleaaase <3

Where The Hell Have You Been?

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 836

age: 16

summary: you don't come home until the next morning after prom and your mom is worried sick

a/n: it's giving rory and dean from gilmore girls

"Shit shit shit shit shit!" I nearly ripped my hair out of my head when I looked at the time. My kind of boyfriend was asleep beside me in his car and it was 5 in the morning. I was supposed to be home by 1. I had 13 missed calls from my mom and about 90 texts. This wasn't going to end well. "Jace...Jace wake up." I practically slapped him in the face.

"What...huh?" He rubbed his eyes groggily.

"I need you to drive me home right now."

"Oh shit." He saw the time and his eyes widened. "Ok yeah."

"Oh fuck. My mom's going to be so mad."

"Don't worry. I'll explain everything to her-"

"You will not say anything. She cannot see you she will kill you and I would really rather you not die."

"Ok...yeah I like that idea."

He dropped me off at my house and then sped off. I picked my dress up so it didn't get wet and then knocked on the front door. It was immediately answered on the second knock. "Where the hell have you been?" My mom's voice was stern and her eyes were icy. She was really fucking mad.

"I-I'm so sorry, I fell asleep i-in his car a-and I just woke up ten minutes ago, I'm so sorry mom!" I exclaimed. She dragged me into the house by my wrist and slammed the door behind me.

"I was worried sick about you, you know that? I thought you were kidnapped or that you were dead or maybe he raped you. I didn't sleep!"

"I'm sorry!" I sobbed. "I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to!" I sat down on the couch and held my head in my hands.

"No phone for a month. You are not going out with that boy ever again-"

"Mom no-"

"Yes. I didn't know where you were for four hours. It was the middle of the night, you were not answering your phone, nobody knew where you were." I covered my ears as she raised her voice.

"Mom stop." My voice was barely a whisper so she couldn't hear me. She kept scolding me, telling me how stupid it was and how worried she was. "Mom stop!" I exclaimed, my hands shaking a bit. She immediately shut her mouth and looked down at me. "I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it and I didn't mean to scare you and I'm so sorry, it'll never happen again just please stop yelling."

"Oh honey." Her voice softened immensely as she knelt down in front of me. "Honey, I'm sorry." She gently grabbed my face, caressing my cheeks while lifting my head so I was looking up at her. "I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to yell."

"It was an accident." I whispered. "I really didn't mean to." She leaned forward so our foreheads were touching before tilting her head up to kiss my forehead. "I'm so sorry-"

"Stop apologizing baby." She kissed my forehead again. "It's ok. I'm not mad."

"Then why were you yelling?"

"I was worried sick and I was taking that out on you, I'm so sorry." She stopped holding my face and instead rubbed my thighs. "I'm your mom, it's my job to worry, ok? I'm so sorry for yelling at you like that." I nodded. "Now are you ok? Did anything happen?" I shook my head.

"Nothing happened."

"Good. Oh God I'm so glad to hear that." She sighed in relief and wiped away my tears before wiping away her own. "I love you so much sweetheart, I just really want you to be safe and I was so scared that you weren't safe, you know? With all I see at my job, when something bad happens I automatically think it's something really bad."

"Yeah I get it." I sniffled.

"I'm so sorry for yelling." She whispered. "I don't know what got into me, I'm really sorry." I nodded.

"It's ok."

"It's not ok-"

"Mom can we please not do this right now? I'm really tired and I just want to sleep." She nodded and helped me stand up. "You can stay with me though. I missed you. I wanted to tell you all about last night but now I'm just...super fucking tired."

She held my hand while walking upstairs to my room. I plopped down on my bed without taking my dress off. "Wanna take it off? It's gonna get wrinkled." She pointed out. I just nodded and stood up so she could unzip me. I undressed in front of her, not really caring since she was my mom and she was already in my bed, facing the wall.

"I really am sorry." I said again. "It won't happen again. I promise." She draped her arm over my waist and pulled me close to her.

"I know honey. You don't have to keep apologizing, ok? I understand." She kissed the back of my head. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[likephantomzforever]

i have risen from the dead >:)

hi my cutie mootie patooties!!! (can i make this a new term for u guys or will yall hate me)

i am preeetty much back… i guess? life never stops being so busy and i might not be as active as before but im not gonna be flat out dead either LOL

if youve been wondering where ive been… just a bunch of dance practices and school! i recently had a dance competition but i didnt place unfortunately :( life has kinda just been beating me up these days. i spend most of my time working hard just hoping something monumentally good happens to me since it feels like none of my hard work pays off.

anyway, i probably wont get to respond to any of the tag games BUT please start tagging me in those again bc ill participate once more!!

AND GIVE ME SOME WWWYF UPDATES!!! RECORDINGS, LORE, ETC!!! PLEAAASE!!! WHATS BEEN HAPPENING LATELY IN THE MCR/FOB COMMUNITY???

on that note, love yall sm and happy to be back :)

xoxo, phantom

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Yes, I shall! Sakura, could you pleaaase write something for Ler Dazai! Many please and thank yous!

Ler!Dazai x gn!reader

I wrote this at 4 am bc I got hit with inspiration and lee mood go brr

Still, I hope you likey~

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Dazai x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Dazai

Warnings: Tickles!

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You were currently at your shared apartment with Dazai, found laying on the bed on your stomach while scrolling on your phone and kicking your feet back and forward like a school girl.

Dazai walked into the scene, a smirk forming on his face. In a swift motion, he flopped himself down on top of you. His tall, slender body keeping you trapped.

"Gyah! D-Dazai?! What are you doing...?"

"I could ask you the same! Whatcha got there?~" he wrapped his arms snuggly along your waist, making you feel even more trapped and flustered. Your cheeks grew darker as he nodded over to what you were reading on your phone.

"Uhh... nothing?" you gave off a nervous smile. It didn't take a genius to know you were lying, or in this case, feeling too embarrassed to admit that you were reading tickle fanfiction of all things! Oh and to be caught in the act by your one and only suicidal maniac...

"Aww c'mon, it can't be THAT embarrassing~" he chuckled as he easily snatched your phone away, taking a glance at the screen. You quickly covered your face in pure embarrassment, not knowing how he'd react. After a moment, you heard another chuckle escape his lips, except it sounded more sinister. "Hehe~ Is my sweet belladona too embarrassed to ask me to tickle them?~" even though you couldn't see his face, you could clearly picture the teasy, smug look on it.

"It's not that hard! You just gotta say: "Dazai-kun, please tickle me!~" he snickered at his own dramatization. Then, he leaned down to whisper in a low voice near your ear "Besides... I'm sure you'd prefer the real thing instead of just reading it...~".

Before your brain could even process what just happened, his nimble fingers climbed up your sides, giving it light yet firm squeezes.

"GAH—!" you couldn't control the loud gasp that spilled out of your mouth. The touch causing you to squirm under him, not like you could get away anyways.

"Look at you, so sensitive~ It almost seems like you like it! Oh wait...~" he giggled along with you as his fingers glided all over your back, making you arch and squeal in ticklish glee.

"Nahaha! D-Dazahahai...!" your legs frantically kicked from behind. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved every moment of this. Your face fell on the mattress, trying to muffle all the funny sounds that escaped your lips. Although it just made Dazai want to tease you more.

"Oh? Did I hit a sensitive spot?~" he grinned cheekily as his short nails lightly scratched at your shoulder blades. Going all around them and making sure to go between them too.

"EEK—! PFFT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" you couldn't protest even if you wanted to. All that came out was that gorgeous, uncontrollable laughter as your body involuntarily jerked around underneath your partner.

"You seem to really like it here, I mean just listen to those squeals!~" with that, he dug in slightly harsher to intensify the sensation, chuckling when he got the desired sound he was looking for. He then went back to more light caresses, enjoying your quiet giggles and the way your body twitched with each touch.

"D-Dazai plehehease..." you felt your body go limp. Once he noticed you stopped struggling, he stopped his tickly assault and got off of you. He felt quite proud of his tickling skills when he saw your panting, red face.

"So... did you like that?~".

As you started to calm down, you looked up at him, although you quickly averted your gaze as the embarrassment started hitting once again. Still, you gave a shy nod to his question. He then gently grabbed your hand and looked at you with a more genuine, warm smile. "Hey... if you ever wanna be tickled again, don't be afraid to ask".

The gentleness in his voice managed to calm down your nerves a bit, but of course that didn't last long as he went back to his teasing self. "Besides, you're so adorable when you squirm like that~" he teased, playfully booping your nose.

That surely didn't go as you expected, but it sure was better than what you could've ever hoped for.

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I didnt proofread bc tired. I hope this is okay akdhskdhsjdb

[keebwee]

i did not know there was a new tdp season 7 trailer and the joy im feeling is immense. 26 more days until tragedy. 2 screenshots under the cut that make me feel insane

"however dangerous, however vile" WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DOOOOO CALLLUMMSMMMM. BROS IN A MUSHROOM FOREST OR SOME SHIT AND HIS HAIR GOT RHAT WHITE STREAK AND IM GONNA SCREAM. this better be an actual thing that happens instead of something like the dream/vision thing that rayla had last season. callum do dark magic again pleaaase <3

and also who the fuck is this. they stood out to me and maybe theyre not important at all but they are covered in blood and i want to know who they are.

[goayda]

A Horror Tale

The smell was the worst part, worse even than the look of the putrid skin on the arms that were grabbing Izzy, dragging him down toward the pool of water that was flooding the belly of the ship. Their eyes were long gone, barnacles covering now the empty sockets, but still they had easily found him and got hold of him before he could react.

Izzy didn’t know where the crew was, or if they were alive at all, and when he tried to yell for help his lungs only managed to let out a desperate wheeze. The ship was sinking slowly, but the rotten corpses that had crawled through the breach on the hull weren’t waiting for it to go under completely to claim their victim.

Izzy thrashed around, trying to get free, but the corpses of the drowned sailors refused to let go and kept dragging him slowly toward the dark water. There were worse things under the seas than you would believe, an old pirate had told Izzy once, but he had been young and proud and had laughed at him. And now here he was, his worst fears made flesh.

He was going to drown, alone and scared, not even knowing why or even worse, not knowing if the crew was safe, if Stede was safe.

Izzy struggled desperately. His unicorn leg was getting loose in the fight, the smell of decay was suffocating him, he stretched his arm trying to grasp something that would help him, something to hold onto-

“Izzy! Izzy, darling, wake up!”

Izzy gasped, opening his eyes to find himself staring at the worried face of Stede Bonnet.

“Izzy, love, you were having a nightmare,” Stede said, softly.

Izzy panted, still trying to get his bearings as Stede slowly brushed his hair out of his face.

“Are you alright?”

Izzy nodded lightly, already starting to feel a bit stupid about the whole thing. Then he realized his hand was gripping Stede’s arm tightly and immediately let go.

“Sorry,” Izzy mumbled, embarrassed. “Just a stupid nightmare.”

“Nothing to apologize for, Izzy,” Stede replied with a smile. “Unfortunately we all have those sometimes…”

A chorus of sleepy voices agreed from nearby.

“Happens to everybody,” Roach said from his sleeping sack on the floor next to Wee John.

“Not if the mind box is closed,” Frenchie said from the settee. “Well, maybe sometimes…”

“It sounded bad, Izzy” Pete said. “Wanna talk ‘bout it?”

There were some groans coming from different places in the cabin.

“Not now, pleaaase,” Lucius whined, hiding his face under their blanket.

“Better in the morning, when we all have had some rest,” Stede agreed.

“We shouldn’t have let them sleep here tonight, they’re going to get used to it,” Izzy grumbled.

“Well, it’s really my fault for picking a horror story for story time,” Stede replied, apologetically. “But they understand it’s a one-time thing and that we need our privacy, right, crew?”

“Yes, captain,” they replied as one.

“Now, everybody, back to sleep,” Stede ordered as he curled up against Izzy once again.

The first mate let out a sigh and relaxed slowly, feeling safe and warm, and he felt asleep not much later and no nightmares bothered him this time.