#should i do one for Hot Pirate Dad?

[thecherrypitpie]

here, have another aesthetic image - this time for my main tav! template remains courtesy of @arcandoria

[reginaldqueribundus]

the Sarek family is hilarious to me because you have so much drama in one place. there have got to be at least 3 like, holo-documentaries or whatever about them. how could you not?

you have Sarek, the patriarch: one of the UFP's top diplomats, who knocks up a Vulcan princess then goes “hrm I am ambassador to Earth therefore I should marry a human” and he does, upsetting all sorts of the worst kinds of people on his home planet and causing racist hate groups to try to blow him and his family up multiple times, and seems honestly more put out by his son joining Starfleet than his other son becoming Vulcan Moriarty

Amanda, the matriarch: an accomplished educator and quite possibly the only well-adjusted member of the family, but when her son Spock shows up on her doorstep after growing a beard, having a mental breakdown and apparently murdering several medical staff she still shrugs and hides him in the family mausoleum

Sybok: Amanda's stepson from the aforementioned princess fling, who becomes an antiestablishment criminal mastermind with an edgelord fake name, hooks up with a hot space pirate, finds religion, starts a cult, takes an entire colonial government hostage sparking a diplomatic incident involving three galactic superpowers, and hijacks a Starfleet ship to the galactic core to find the Vulcan Garden of Eden, where he dies fighting god in hand-to-hand combat

Michael, a traumatized human girl Sarek brings home from a work trip, who joins Starfleet, becomes their first-ever mutineer, goes to prison, saves the Federation from a war most people think is her fault and gets “killed” in a highly classified, very suspicious incident involving an experimental starship and a series of red lights that appeared across the galaxy like a divine omen (oh, and returns 900 years later to solve the dilithium crisis, kill the head of the Emerald Chain and save two entire star systems including her siblings' homeworld)

and last but not least Sarek & Amanda's one-of-a-kind hybrid baby. Spock, who gets accepted into the Vulcan Science Academy, tells them to go fuck themselves when they're racist about it, runs off to Starfleet instead, gets so famous his arranged marriage falls apart resulting in him publicly strangling his own captain to death except not really, steals the Federation flagship twice, invents time travel, saves the entire planet Earth, dies and comes back to life, goes into his dad's line of work and achieves peace with the freaking Klingons as his opening act, then after a long successful career suddenly dips to go do extremely dangerous underground activism on one of the most paranoid authoritarian worlds in the galaxy to unify the Romulans & Vulcans who've hated each other for over a thousand years — and he isn't around to see it but it eventually works. then he fucks off with the VSA's high-speed prototype ship full of the most dangerous substance known to science and gets sucked into a black hole of his own creation, never to be seen again. and this is just the stuff that's public knowledge!

then you dig into the novels where Sarek's ancestor basically makes out with Zefram Cochrane 5 seconds after meeting him and Amanda tells the press her husband has a huge cock

I love them

[sturniolocraft]

౨ৎ hot chocolate in march, dad!matt x reader !!

summary: when the kids demand hot chocolate, even when it's way past winter and it's beginning to get sunny, their dad is going to get them their hot chocolate.

a/n— first time writing publicly hi ^_^ this is kinda short but hopefully ppl don't mind?? i rlly enjoy writing for this au sooo expect more

matt was the first to wake, light barely peeking in from behind the curtains as small hands poked at his face. he stared blankly at his son's bright blue eyes, still bundled up in blankets with you exhausted and asleep on his chest.

"cody, it's—," he looked over at the broken alarm clock before huffing and unplugging his phone, reading the bright screen that said six am. "it's six. what're you doing, bud?"

cody looked around with a cheeky smile before gesturing to his younger sister, peeking into the bedroom, her eyes red from crying and clutching a stuffed eeyore. "eve is sad," he informed while trying to pull his dad out of bed. "she wants hot chocolate!"

matt didn't bother arguing with them, knowing that they'd win anyway. he presses a soft kiss to your temple before standing up, leaving a sloppy note explaining where him and the kids are, then he set off.

it was a hassle fixing his kids to look presentable. they had attempted to dress themselves already, anticipating the trip they'd take. cody was wearing his shoes on the wrong feet, and everly had mismatched shoes on along with her shirt backward.

he didn't bother with his appearance much, throwing on different pants and loading the kids up in the car with their own respective portions of cereal in their snack cups. he ignores the mess cody makes, deciding that he can just clean the car when you take the kids.

"so what kind of hot chocolate are we thinking?" he asks them, pulling into the parking lot. he drives around looking for a spot while listening to their chatter, cody says that they should get the ones with mini marshmallows and everly agrees, so that's what they'll search for.

cody ends up acting like a pirate as soon as he's set into the cart, "argh! matey, we need thy cocoa!" he says loudly, impatiently waiting for his dad to buckle up everly into the cart seat.

matt fumbles with cleaning the cart and buckling her in, but he complies with cody's pirate behavior. "aye aye, captain," he says with a seriousness that makes both kids laugh. it's barely seven as they cruise around the aisles of the store, searching for the brand that they want.

everly is the first to point it out, her little hand almost hitting his face when she points at it and says "daddy look!". the hot chocolate mix gets put into the cart, instantly being arranged neatly by cody, who has now declared himself captain of the cart.

as matt is about to wheel over to the check out, his phone buzzes with a text. he tells cody to calm down for a second, not that it works, and goes to answer the phone.

you:

it's almost 7:30 and march whyre u out buying hot cocoa ml??

matt:

eve cried to cody abt wanting some :(

you:

u big softie <3

matt smiled at his phone for a moment before trying to hide it when both kids began saying ew and telling him that he's in love, he couldn't hide it while he said that you're their mother and they should shush and love you too.

neither kid argued that, only pointing and giggling at him some more before pleading with him to get a toy. he doesn't talk to you about it later on how they ended up with a bag full. "they must've slipped them in while he wasn't looking." he says, but both kids end up just shaking their heads from behind him.

[skarkkk]

First;

It's not even about this episode because the premise of the next one got me too much. A well, a kid trapped in a well and 118 being called. I need this to focus on Eddie's trauma and bring back memories for Buck about trying to dig through yards of mud to find his best friend. And I need something to happen to Eddie in this episode and for Chris to find out. Then I need someone to talk to Chris about the other time Eddie almost died but came back for him, the difference this time is that for Eddie Chris isn't waiting for him at home this time, so why should he fight to get back? I don't think Buck or anyone else has gone into depth with Chris about what happened to Eddie in season 3 during the well accident, so I need something to escalate. And maybe that will help more for Buddie, this trauma and thinking about losing Eddie again. All that accumulation of years of almost seeing Eddie die, you know.

Second;

Denny's actor (I don't know his name, unfortunately) is such a good actor that I really thought he would die, which doesn't make much sense considering it's the last season and they wouldn't do it right away when they would lose the chance to have a new one with the mourning, you know, but oh my god, the stress. Also in that, it wasn't what I expected when I said I wanted to see more of Eddie and Karen being besties, but hey, at least they appeared in a fair scene.

Third;

I loved how ridiculous it was that Buck thought he was cursed by Billy Bubbles. Tommy and Eddie getting together as friends and laughing at Buck? I thought it was so cute, he's literally Buck's first partner that Eddie doesn't totally hate, but during that graveyard scene (ignoring how hot they both were, Buck less because of, um, his face, you know, but anyway) and that moment when he looked at Tommy I could only think that it should be Eddie, and now I can only think about that graveyard scene from season 6 (I think she sees me).

Fourth;

Chim is such a cute dad, man, he's going to be Jee's biggest doormat and that's so cute.

Fifth;

this Halloween episode they killed it, my god, the music, the decorations, the setting, Dracula Bobby (and that kind of British accent? He learned it from Brad, duh).

Sixth;

the comparison of the first Halloween we had with Josh all dressed up as a pirate captain and now with a mustache, disappointing, but on the other hand we had Maddie with tiger ears as a reference.

Seventh; I'm not prepared for my reaction if Buddie isn't canon by the end of this season.

Eighth;

about the next episode, I need to see trauma (like I said) and I need it to focus on Eddie, because seriously? Confessions? Who else could it be besides the guilt-ridden Catholic character who has been suffering silently throughout the season and since forever?

Ninth;

oh my god, it's so cute that Tommy calls Buck baby and Buck calls him boyfriend. I love them.

[dolphingirl1234]

its time for more headcanons yippeeee

this is kwazii if you couldn't tell

I forgot to make his eye green but we can imagine

also I think his hair would be more red but I couldn't find the right colour

anyway no one cares so here are the headcanons:

early-mid 20's

trans ftm

he/him

he is possibly the gayest person to ever exist

he has heterochromia, the covered eye is brown and the other is green

bright red hair that's always messy

so many freckles

ADHD and dyslexia - he loves to complain about how things are spelled

wears whatever he finds of his floor

he is convinced he can handle spicy things but he really cant

he is definitely lactose intolerant but refuses to admit it and eats dairy anyway

has really bad gender dysphoria and tweak is king when it comes to helping him with it

he definitely purrs like a real cat but you can only hear it if you're really close to him

everyone in the crew knows his deadname but they're all very careful to never call him that

forgets everyone's birthdays every year

he lives by the 5 second rule and eats shit off the floor

^^^tweak once paid him to lick sugar that shellington spilt on the floor (he did it)

he definitely uses all the hot water and everyone hates him for it

he gets attached to things very easily and has a hard time getting rid of anything even if its just a pretty shell or something

^^^he keeps all his random stuff in the treasure chest next to his bed and adds to it constantly

he sometimes sneaks into barnacles' room to play with his model ships

he didn't come out for ages. when he first joined the crew he had no medical files bc of his backstory (I'm not gonna get into that right now, long story short he was an orphan) so peso had to make one and he asked for kwazii's legal name and gender at birth so he was kind of forced to come out, but he came out officially to peso later.

tweak was the first person he told officially and she was so chill about it and helped him make a binder because he was literally using tape before

barnacles seriously tried to be chill about it but kwazii could tell he had questions and he happily answered them

he was terrified to tell inkling because old people old mindset but when he did tell him, inkling was so supportive and kwazii cried

as well as arachnophobia he's also scared of needles but he doesn't tell anyone

barnacles is his dad and his best friend at the same time

peso is his little brother and his best friend at the same time

he has mild ptsd from something in his childhood. it doesn't affect him that much but dashi has more severe ptsd and she helps him through it

he LOVES hanging out with dashi and tweak and they love hanging out with him

he is always included in boys night but is also accepted into girls night because if he annoys tweak enough she gives him a tool and he can break stuff

one Christmas the crew had saved up their money all year and payed for his top surgery. tweak secretly got a job doing online stuff for her family friend and payed over half of the cost. kwazii cried and hugged her which she loved but hated at the same time

he's English but the accent mixed with the pirate voice makes it come out australian

he's not allowed catnip for obvious reasons

he hates when people gender clothes but he will not under any circumstances wear a dress

tominnow is also trans (mtf) and they're besties

he hates that creatures are scared of him because he's a pirate and has even considered giving up being a pirate because of it, but he realised its a part of his identity and he didn't want to change it

he loves making bracelets for the crew and everyone wears them sometimes, but barnacles wears multiple every day

dashi crochets and kwazii steal her yarn balls and she gets super pissed at him

he loves calico jack more than he lets on and he misses him constantly. every time he visits kwazii dreads when he leaves

he definitely plays 2048 cupcakes

tweak is his comfort person but he often goes to barnacles as well

maybe I should write a fanfic of kwazii coming out to everyone that would actually be fun

anyway that's all for now I will hopefully be back with some peso hcs tomorrow

[usernameforaboredcat]

Wasn’t Fated To Succeed

{Spy Ace X Marine Reader}

(I thought of this idea from a manga side story where Ace breaks into a Marine headquarters and fucks around n thought “hey, I can make sum angst with this shit🤷🏻‍♀️” so tehe like look at him!!

He’s such a silly goofy guy I love this mf so much!! Anyway-

Warnings⚠️: Angst, very sad angst, smut, p in v, virginity loss, use of nicknames "princess" "sweetheart" "good girl" ect, fingering, groping, very very slow burn, like this might take a while to read, death, daddy isn’t the best lol

It didn’t take long for him to notice her.

Who?

That young woman maybe a year or two younger than him, sitting at the large table, leaning comfortably in her chair with her arms and legs crossed with an annoyed and tired scowl on her face. Whist on his infiltration mission, Ace got dragged into a Marine meeting. He was more in the back, hiding himself to stay unnoticed while listening in.

Something about her was trying to telling him something he couldn’t hear, and he was trying desperately to make out what it was. To be fair he had been listening to everything, making as many mental notes as possible.

“What about that Straw Hat kid?!”. His ears perked up. “That punk has caused enough trouble as is!”. A loud disgusted “uhg�� echoes through the room, drawing all eyes to that girl. She’s wearing a white low cut sailor dress with a beautiful pink flower in her hair. “Is there something you’d like to say?”. She gets asked, the man talking in an angry tone. “First of all I don’t quite appreciate that tone of yours when talking to me”. She starts, her eyes like daggers.

Ace felt a shiver run down his spine, her cold tone freezing the temperature of the whole room. “And second I don’t think that child should be a problem of ours”. She leans forward in her seat, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her laces together fingers. “He is a child, gentlemen. Us marines should be adult enough to not get too affected by him”. She finishes. “But miss! Haven’t you heard all the trouble he’s started! Lougetown! Alabasta! Water 7!?”. A man yells.

The girl rolls her eyes dramatically at his words. “Please, I quite frankly think we have much higher risks and problems than him! And even if we did follow through with his antics and arrest him, what exactly do we do? There’s no laws regarding child pirates so what? Do we execute a child? Just like how if a grown ass man committed theft we just give him a smack on the ass like a child who stole a cookie from grandmas kitchen?”. She questions.

The room goes silent, no one knowing how to respond or even daring to respond. Something switched in Aces mind, something that felt weird and funny and new. Seeing such a ice cold girl with a burning fire of true justice set his heart ablaze. She wasn’t wrong, there aren’t any laws about punishment for pirates under the age of 18. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle.

The girl stands up from her seat, resting her hand on her hip. “Now, personally I think we have more important things to deal with at the moment! Send a team out on a patrol of the city and see if there are actual problems we should take care of, report them back to me by the end of the day”. She explains as she starts to make her way to the door. “And if I find out that there’s been an incident that hasn’t been reported to me I’ll make sure to serve you at the next hot pot in the hot pot”. She threatens, then exits the room.

The room bursts into whispers and murmurs. The room started to clear out, the meeting ending basic after the girl had left. As Ace starts to make his way out, he hears whispers about her. “I don’t get why she’s here”. “Bitch really think she’s the boss of us”. “Hey! Don’t say that!”. “Why? Scared her daddy will kill you?”. “Yes!”. So her dad has a lot of power in the Marines then. Interesting.

The room had emptied, the halls slowly emptying with people heading off to their jobs. With not real job, Ace scrambles down the hall and walks into a random room. He sighs as he closes the door, the click of a sword being unsheathed makes him freeze. ‘Oh fuck’. He slowly turns around, seeing the girl from before standing behind her desk holding her swords handle in her dominant hand ready to pull out. “You’re not supposed to be in here”. She tells him. “Why are you here? And what’s your rank?”. She asks him.

He straightens up and chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I just wanted to say that what you said back there was cool! A real sense of justice, I’ve never seen something like that from a marine”. He admits to her. “I see”. She mutters. She clicks her sword back into place and makes her way over to the little kitchen in the office, opening a cupboard. “Care for a coffee?”. She asks without looking at him. “No thanks, not a fan of bitter stuff”. He answers.

She nods. “Very well”. She only takes out one mug. “Tell me, are you new to the marines? With your wording ‘I’ve never seen something like that from a marine’ implies that you haven’t seen a lot of marines talk or any meetings”. She explains as she puts coffee grounds and sugar in her mug. “Yep! I haven’t been here too long!”. He answers. Technically he’s not wrong. “Tell me then, how are you finding the marines?”. She asks. “Definitely not annoying and sick of people telling me what to do”. He explains in a chuckle.

She lets out a small chuckle as she fills her mug with milk. “I can’t imagine having to listen to marine would be easy for someone like you”. She states as she stirs the milk. “Especially for someone like you, Fire Fist Ace”. She adds. Aces eyes widen, but he gets back his cool demeanour and tilts his marine cap up as if it’s his classic hat, his finger alit. “Guess it was only a matter of time before someone figured me out”. He chuckles.

She lets out a chuckle again, walking over to the kettle. “It only took me a second. Unlike my colleagues I’m good with faces. As soon as you walked in I was able to recognise your face”. She explains as she fills up the kettle with water and set it on the stove. “However I do not wish to report you or arrest you”. She adds. She tries to turn the stove on, but it’s refuses to turn on.

She lets out an annoyed sigh, turning back to the pirate. “Mind giving me a hand?”. She asks, her voice in a more softer tone. “Uh…sure!”. He agrees happily, walking over to her. He places his hand on the kettle and sets his hand on fire, the kettle slowly starting to boil. “So…how come you’re not gonna report or arrest me?”. He asks her. “Because I hate the marines”. She blatantly states.

The kettle quickly starts to whistle causing Ace to move his hand away, the girl grabbing the kettle by the handle and filling up her mug. “I’ve always hated the marines”. She walks towards her desk, taking a seat. She gestures him to take a seat in the chair across from her, which he does. “Ever since a young age we’re all taught the black and white of marines good and pirates bad, however those with a brain can tell you that it’s mixed. I’m only young but I’ve seen good pirates and bad marines”. She explains.

She leans back in her seat and takes a sip of her drink. “For example…That Straw Hat Luffy”. Aces eyes widened. “I had been keeping an eye of what’s been happening in Alabasta for a few months now but because of our affiliations with Sir Crocodile the marines never did a thing. I felt terrible, for the king, Princess Vivi, and their people! I honestly thought that Sir Crocodile was going to distort that poor country, until I heard that Straw Hat arrived and was able to take care of it. I’m honestly surprised someone just a year younger than me was able to take him down, colour me impressed”. She explains.

Ace let’s out a chuckle as he leans back in his chair, arms propped behind his head. “That’s my little brother for ya! He’s full of surprises!”. He laughs loudly. “You’re joking! You and Straw Hat are brothers?!”. She yells out in shock, almost dropping her cup. “Nope, Luffy’s my baby brother”. He confirms. “Hm, you learn something new everyday I guess”. She mutters. “So if you hate marines so much, why become one?”. Ace asks her. “Because like hell I’d let the corrupted marines stay in power and continue to ruin the world government. I’m just waiting for the day the head admirals kick the bucket and I’ll take over! With them gone, I’ll finally be able to fix this twisted government up”. She explains to him.

“Now it’s my turn to ask a question”. She sets her coffee mug down on the table, crossing her legs and setting her hands down on her knee. “Why are you here?”. She asks. “Simple! I’m here to gather information, is there anything else to it?”. He responds. “Well if that’s the case”. She takes a key out her pocket, opening a filing draw at her desk. She grabs a note pad and a pen, sliding it over to Ace. “What would you like to know?”. She asks him with a growing smirk, Ace smirking and chuckling in response as he takes the note pad. “Whatever you know”.

~

Ace had been around the marine base for over a week now, working as a small team with a very powerful woman in the marine world. (Y/n). That’s the name she told him, he trusts that it’s her real name and not a name she’s giving him just to play with him. They where a team of people from two worlds. Ace had thought she would have outed him by now, but instead she’d always vouch for him if he was ever in trouble and let him sleep in her office. In his eyes she’s truely an amazing person.

~

The room was quiet, the faint light of a candle lighting up the desk enough for the woman to work. She lets out a sigh as she finishes reading the last of the reports, crossing her arms and laying them on the desk to use them as a pillow. The door to her office opens without a knock, she knows who it is. “Hey hey! There’s my favourite marine!”. She giggles to herself and she looks up, seeing Ace closing the door behind himself. “Evening Ace, how was your day?”. She ask him in a soft tired tone. “Ah ya know! Pretty good! Almost got my ass beat today but I in fact was the one who did the beating!”. He says proudly as he walks over and takes a seat across from her.

“I wouldn’t recommend drawing too much attention to yourself”. She says as she look up at him. “I’ll be fine! I have you!”. He responds. She smiles to herself, tilting her head. “I can only do so much you know, have you forgotten the kind of number that’s on your head?”. She tells him, then letting out a yawn. “Hm? You okay?”. He asks her. “Yes yes, just tired from work is all”. She explains. “You want me to leave and let you rest?”. He asks her, concern in his voice. “No no no, it’s good that you’re here. It’s better when you’re here, I feel like I don’t have a stick up my ass”. She explains to him, laying her head back down.

“Aawww, you chill out around me! Aren’t you cuuuuuute”. He coos at her, heat rising to his face. “I mean you’re not a marine, I don’t have to try to impress you”. She admits in a soft tone, looking back up at Ace for him to see her reddening cheeks. “I wish you never have to leave”. She adds, smiling up at him. “It has been fun, but if I stay here any longer it might start to cause you trouble”. He adds to her statement.

“Hey, how about tonight we drink? To a better future!”. He suggests to her. She hums, smiling at the idea. “That sounds quite nice, I approve”. She agrees. “Actually-“. She gets up from her chair, walking over to the fridge and taking out a bottle of fancy expensive alcohol. “I’ve had this since my 18th birthday and I thought now would be a good time to use it”. She explains, grabbing two glass cups. “Wow! Pulling out that good stuff! Very nice very nice”. He responds, his hand on his chin as he rubs it.

“Only the best…for me!”. (Y/n) says happily as she grabs glasses, shrugging. She walks back over to her desk, popping open the bottle and pouring the liquid into the glasses. She takes a seat, the two taking a glass each. “Well, even with this funny predicament…I’ve enjoyed our time together”. (Y/n) admits, swirling the drink then taking a sip. “Why not come with me?”. Ace suddenly asks. (Y/n) looks at him wide eyed. “What?”. She asks simply. “Leave the marines, come join the White Beard Pirates with me! The old man would love ya, take ya in as if you where his own daughter”. He explains to her.

She continues to look at him in shock, then turning to look away from him. “Ace I-… I can’t just leave the marines! It’s all I know, it’s what I’ve grown up with. Besides, if I left the marines to become a pirate my father would for sure kill me”. She explains, the thought of death sending a shiver down her spine. “By the way, who is your father?”. He asks. “He’s a…an Admiral”. She answers, refusing to look at him. “Damn! No wonder everyone is so shit scared of you!”. Ace yelps, almost spitting out his drink.

“Hey! Don’t spit that out! It’s expensive!”. (Y/n) snapped at him. “You never told me that your dad was a fucking Admiral!”. He snaps back. (Y/n) scoffs and rolls her eyes. “It doesn’t matter anyway. You wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a father like that, especially a father that kills the innocent despite being a “man of justice”, yeah justice my ass”. She mutters, chugging the rest of the drink. “I’m guessing you don’t know my father then”. Ace chuckles. “Hey, I have a lot of people to do background checks on and to keep track of!”. She defends. Ace let’s out another chuckle, chugging down the rest of his drink. “Ever heard of Gol. D. Roger?”. He asks. “Okay now you’re fucking with me! No way your father is the King of Pirates like 20 years ago!”. She snaps. “Yeah…”. He mutters out. (Y/n) leans over and refills both of their glasses up.

“So tell me lil Roger Jr. What do you think about him?”. She asks, taking a sip of her refilled drink. “I don’t really care, I don’t see him as my father anyway! White Beard is my father and always will be”. He answers. (Y/n) smiles softly as she looks at the older man. “That’s cute”. She admits. “What about you? What do you think about your old man?”. He then asks her. “Ah. I don’t know, he treats me like his own personal army toy. He raised me to be a marine and I never really got to have a life. No friends, no other family, no hobbies, no nothing to me! I never wanted to be a marine or even a pirate, I’d rather just be a normal girl”. She goes on. She sees Ace looking at her with a soft smile, causing her to take another sip of her drink to hide her plush.

“I didn’t mean to go on”. She apologises. “No no no, it’s fine”. Ace reassures her. “I just…never really had the chance to talk to anyone like that”. She hums. “Oh Ace, you have no idea how badly I wish I could go with you. Travel the world, find who I am as a person, meet people of all different…well…everything!”. She rants. “But…I’m stuck here”. She chugs her drink again, quick to fill it up again. “Come on kid, you’re drinking a little too much”. Ace states, getting up from his chair and walks over to take her drink from her. “I’m not a kid! Don’t you dare call me that!”. She snaps, quickly chugging the drink before it can be taken away.

“Maybe we should get you to bed”. Ace says, taking the glass from her and placing it on her desk. “I’m fine, okay? I don’t need you to baby me like everyone else!”. She snaps, looking up at him. He chuckles down at her, amused by her cranky face. He reaches and grabs her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. Without thinking, he leans down and presses his lips against hers. Regret immediately flows through him, but it instantly vanishes when he feels her hands on his cheeks to pull him closer.

He could taste the alcohol on her lips, tasting it more when she opens her mouth to let him slide his tongue in. He pulls away from her, looking down at her to see her big pleading begging eyes and kiss puffy lips. “For a marine you’re absolutely beautiful”. He whispers just loud enough for her to hear. “For a pirate you’re incredibly handsome”. She whispers back loudly. This time, she leans up and kisses him. She pulls him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck, Ace leaning over and easily picking her up to wrap her legs around his waist.

He sits down in her chair, letting the younger girl sit on his lap. She pulls away from Ace, the two panting of the lack of air. Fire, want, and need builds up in their bodies, (Y/n) slowly starting to grind herself over Aces growing length. He chuckles at her neediness, rubbing her hips up and down. “Never in my life would I ever think I’d see a marine be so needy for a pirate”. He chuckles as his hands travel to her thighs and going over her dress.

He uses one hand to move her panties aside and the other running a finger through her wet folds. “Ah! Ace~”. She moans out, grinding against his hand. “Jeez you’re so wet already, it makes me want to take you here and now”. He teases. “Then why don’t you?”. She asks in a giggle, running her hand down his chest to his hardened bulge and rubbing it through his pants. Ace hisses at her actions, causing (Y/n) to giggle as she leans in close to his ear. “Although I’d rather be the one to take you~”. She whispers into his ear, then kissing his ear lobe.

“God!”. Ace let’s out in a loud groan. He grabs her chin again with his spare hand and grabs her chin, pulling her in closer. (Y/n) moans into the kiss, letting out a cry of pleasure as she feels him slide two finger inside her warm wet entrance. She pulls away and whimpers at the new slightly painful feeling, her legs shaking as he slowly drags his fingers in and out. “I just realized…you’re a virgin”. Ace states. “Oh shut up”. She gasps, slamming her lips back on his. Ace picks up the speed of his fingers, using his thumb to rub against her clit.

He pulls away from the kiss, moving his hand from her chin to the low cut neck of her dress. He smirks as he pulls the dress neck down, her boobs sliding out from the motion. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t at least wanna cop one feel of her tits while here. He aggressively grabs her breast and squeezes it, pulling and pinching on the nipple. “A-! Aaaaaace~ please!”. She cries out, needing something more. “Pleeeeease let me feel you inside me!”. She begs. Ace smirks as he lets out a single chuckle, pulling his hands away from her as he goes down to his pants. With ease his undoes his belt buckle, belt and zipper, easily being able to hop with her on top for him to slide his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

(Y/n) feels a shiver go down her spine as she looks down at his erection. He’s so long and thick, probably the first time in her life she’s ever felt intimated. “What’s the matter? Scared?”. Ace chuckles, grabbing the base of his cock. “Quiet!”. She snaps. She puts her hands on his shoulders to use to keep herself stable. She lifts herself up and hovers over his cock, feeling his hot leaking tip against her entrance. “Take it slow princess~”. Ace coos her, his hands back on her hips and rubbing them to comfort her.

She sinks down on his cock, feeling his tip slide inside her aching hole. The aching feeling of need grows stronger and stronger, craving him to fill her up. Without thinking she sinks her whole body onto his cock, his tip slamming painful against her cervix. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”. She cries, feeling as if electricity shock through her body. “Sssshhhhhhit! Ah fuck me! Shit you’re tight”. Ace pants out as he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his cock getting squeezed so tight inside her he could explode inside her already.

He opens his eyes but his vision isn’t the clearest, light headed from the feeling of her insides. He looks at the girl on his lap, seeing her still trying to catch her breath as tears run down her cheeks, a painful grip against his shoulders. He slowly starts to rock her hips, sliding her up and down on his length. Her cries turn onto moans, starting to move her hips on her own. “That’s it, good girl~”. Ace praises, rubbing circles on her hips over her dress.

(Y/n) picks up speed, smoothly bouncing up and down on the pirates cock. Ace happily leans back in the chair, his limit approaching fast at the feeling of her right pussy sucking him in and trying to milk his cock of every single drop of his cum. More. More. He grips her hips tight, getting a tight hold on her and pulling her up and down on him, using her as a toy. A very pretty, very off limits, very hey she’s literally your enemy, toy.

He can’t help but start thrusting his hips up into her as he slams her down, the two meeting half way as Ace oh so desperately tries to chase his fast growing high. He needs to cum. Specifically he needs to cum in this marines perfect tight pussy. A now strong believer in the idea of if he cums in her it’ll make all his dreams come true. Without warning and a hard slam he releases deep inside her, his hot seed filling up her insides. (Y/n) shutters at the feeling of his warmth.

She pants as she tries to get off of him, but Ace slams her back down, drawing a whimper from her when she whimpers. “I don’t think so”. He pants out. He moves his hands under her thighs, swiftly picking her up and laying her on her desk. Ace smirks as he looks down at the marine, seeing her breasts raise up and down with each breath, her pussy still stuffed with his cock as cum starts to leak out the sides. He reaches over and grabs the forgotten bottle of liquor, taking a massive chug of it till the last little remaining drops are gone.

He leans down with each of his hand on either side of her head, her hips trying to move to chase the aching need of release she still hadn’t gotten. “We’ll be here all night until morning, hope you like the shitty coffee they have here cuz you’ll need it”. He tells her as he slowly grabs her ankles and pushes them up to her chest. “A-Ace~”. She whimpers, feeling him so deep inside her he might just be inside her womb. “You’re in for a looooooong night sweetheart~”.

~

The wind was cold, giving a gentle touch every time to touched her face. There’re no clouds in the sky, just a blue ocean above and in front of her. The sound of ringing and feet pattering rush over to the young lady’s sitting spot, some marine in a much lower rank than her running towards her with a transponder snail. “Miss! Your father is calling!”. The man calls. She reaches out and answers it. “Hello father”. She greets him. “Hello (Y/n)”. He responds with his bored gruffed voice. “What is the pleasure I have for you to call me out of the blue?”. She asks. “I wanted to check in that you’ve arrived to the base safely”. He answers. “I’d prefer you’d be here but you made the mistake that lead not to”. He adds. Ah yes, a mistake. A living, growing “mistake”. She runs her free hand over her stomach, only a few month’s pregnant by this point. “I’m sure everything would go smoothly without me, besides I’m not really in the mood to see something like an execution”. She informs him. “Yes, I’m sure”. He agrees. “How long now?”. She asks. “8 hours until that Fire Fist is dead”. He answers.

(Y/n)s grip tightened, her hands shaking. “Mr Akainu! We have to go!”. A voice is heard in the background of the call. “These idiots need me, I’ll be leaving”. And without a goodbye, he hangs up. (Y/n) ends the call on her end, shooing away the marine. She takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes, feeling the soft breeze on her face. She starts to hum a random tune as she rubs her stomach, hot tears falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, little one. I’m afraid your father won’t get to meet you”. She mutters under her breath. “Oh Ace, I’m sorry that this happened…I hope…I hope somehow that brother of yours saves you so I can see you again…and…and you to meet our little one…”.

~

The winds where fast, the breeze smelling like sea salt as music rode along the winds. “CAPTAIN!”. The crew pause their antics, looking towards the navigator. “MARINES APPROACHING!”. He yells. The Captain shoots to the head of the ship, sitting on the lions head. “Do we attack?”. The cyborg asks, getting ready to ready for an attack. “THEYRE WAVING A WHITE FLAG!”. The sniper informs them. “What do we do captain?”. The swordsman asks. Their captain looks at the oncoming ship, laughing. “This could be fun!”. He laughs.

The ship slowly gets closer, the two ships setting down their anchors. The pirates watch as the marines look over their ship to look at them. A young woman walks up to the side, a high ranking woman. Without a second thought she jumps down, easily landing on the ship. The woman is wrapped in a long white cloak, maintaining eye contact with their captain. “You’re Straw Hat Luffy, correct?”. She asks him. “Yeah? So what?”. He asks her. “There’s something I’d like to discuss, is there somewhere more private for us to talk?”. She asks. “Don’t worry, if you’re questioning my intentions your crew mates are free to join which I think you’d rather”. She adds. “Yeah sure, we can talk in the kitchen”. He answers.

He leads her to the kitchen and dining room of the ship, the crew following behind them. “So, what’s up?”. Luffy asks, taking a seat at his spot at the head of the table. “If I remember correctly your older brother was Fire Fist Ace, yes?”. She asks. Luffy shivers, looking at her with murder in his eyes. Why would a marine come to him asking about his brother NOW?! “Yeah, what about it?”. He asks. The woman smiles softly as she takes off her coat hanging around her shoulders, setting it on the table to reveal a sleeping toddler in her arms. A little girl, long black hair with freckles. She looks like… “I know Ace never got the chance to meet her, but I thought her uncle should at least know she exists”. The woman explains.

Luffy looks down at the girl wide eyes, his eyes softening as he looks at her. “Wh-what?”. He stutters out. “WHAT?!?!”. The other crew members yell out, causing the baby to stir and begin to wake up. She looks up at her mum, who sweetly looks at her. “Mama?”. She asks. The woman giggles as she points Luffy to her, the little girl turning to look at him with wide eyes. “Rouge, this is your uncle! You know that stretchy guy that grandpa yells about? Say hi”. She tells the little one. “Hi”. The little girl greets, giving a little wave. “Would you like to hold her?”. (Y/n) asks Luffy. He doesn’t answer, just taking the girl from her arms and holding her close to himself. The other crew members crowd around their captain, looking down at the girl with aws and coos.

“Aawww she’s so adorable!”.

“She’s so pretty!”.

“She sure does look a lot like her daddy”.

“Wow! You’re an uncle!

“Uncle Luffy!!”

(Y/n) takes a seat at the table as the Straw Hats coos and laugh at her daughter. “How old is she?”. Robin asks the mother. “She’s two”. She answers. “She’s so adorable! You and Ace really made the cutest baby I’ve ever seen”. Nami compliments, taking a seat next to the mother. “Thank you! A day doesn’t go by that she doesn’t remind me of her father”. She thanks. “Honestly with how much she looks like her dad I’m surprised there hasn’t been anything in the news about it”. Nami points out. “No one’s figured it out yet, which I’m hoping never happens. If anyone asks about her father I tell them it was a random I had a drunk hook up with at a hotel so I don’t know what he looks like”. She explains. “Hey Marine Lady”. Luffy calls, the mother turning to him. “Yes?”. She responds. “What’s your name?”. He asks. “It’s (Y/n)”. She answers. “And hers?”. He asks, referring to the girl in his arms. “I named her Rouge, after Aces mother”. She answers.

“Luffy, I have a request”. She then starts. “Yeah?”. He responds. “If something happens to me, weather I die in war or I get executed for birthing Aces child, no matter what if anything happens to me…please take care of her. Either she’ll get raised to be a marine soldier like I was or killed as well, I want her to live free and I know you and your friends will teach her the right things. I know you’d be an amazing uncle and teacher for her”. She explains to him. He smiles brightly and nods. “Of course!”. He says happily. His expression changes into a more serious one, but still with a smile.

“If anything happens, I’ll make sure to protect and save her! I won’t make the same mistake again!”.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I read the post about little lucky's dynamic with other characters and I think her dynamic with smoker would be sooooo funny.

Smoker will make claims to anyone that will listen that he doesn't want this kid following him around and this and that but no one takes him seriously when he's carrying lucky while saying it and promising her ice cream if she just let's him arrest this pirate real quick. He definitely acts like her dad while claiming he's not her dad. It's so actually funny.

He is in so much denial about it lmao

He insists that this is only about saving her from pirates. She's an innocent child that from his perspective has been taken hostage by a bunch of pirates. He's just doing his job, that's it! His words fall flat whenever he interacts with her and is downright doting.

Have a quick drabble about it

"I didn't know marines had a bring your child to work day," Crocodile mused with a crooked grin on his face.

Smoker shot the warlord a dirty look, "We don't." He was actively holding you and checking for injuries after falling through the trapdoor. How careless could these damn pirates be to bring such a young child along to confront a warlord? Ridiculous! The pirates in question were trying to take you out of his arms, but keeping them at bay was an easy enough task with his devil fruit.

"So you brought your daughter with you just because you could?" He raised a brow at the marine.

Vivi was looking back and forth between them, "Lucky is Smoker's daughter? Is that why he's been chasing us so persistently?"

Smoker bit down on his cigar and scowled, "This is not my kid." He spared another glance down at you and noticed how disheveled your hair and clothes were. Instinctively, he reached out and started straightening everything.

"... Right. You're not going to be able to escape from this cage, you know. There's no point trying to deny it now, but suit yourself. I don't really care," Crocodile shrugged. There was no use bickering with Smoker about the kid he brought with him. He turned to face Princess Vivi, eager to get on with his monologue but was interrupted.

"Aren't you hot, mister?"

"Huh?" Crocodile looked over his shoulder, gaze zeroing in on the child that dared to speak up.

"Aren't you hot? You're wearing a big, fluffy coat," you pointed out casually, not at all picking up on the severity of the situation. When you don't get an answer, you keep talking, "How come you've got a hook for a hand? Did you get hurt?"

Crocodile's teeth ground against his cigar. If looks could kill, everyone in the cage would have dropped dead.

"Lucky, I need you to stop talking," Smoker hissed into your ear and brought a hand up to rest over your mouth before you could dig a deeper grave for yourself.

"You should listen to your father, little girl," the warlord agreed.

"I am not her father!"

[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. I also gave him some anxiety and stuff because while he’s in love he doesn’t believe someone could love him back. He just has a lot of uncertainty with romance. A/N: Meet the Family plus one that isn't really nice. I finally caved and was kind to Buggy when it comes to romancing Sunny. End of the chapter mentions sexy times but nothing graphic at all. I just realized maybe I should take pity on the fool.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 16

Buggy couldn't fathom the amount of cousins you had.

They were broken into four age groups apparently. The 18 and older, the 12 year olds to 17 year olds, the 6 to 11, and the babies to 5 year olds.

The five and under thought Buggy was so cool and wanted to touch his face, hair, ask if he knew tricks since he looked like a clown, and when he resorted using his Devil Fruit to pick a grabby three year old up and hand the child to you, they thought he was even cooler.

The 6 and 11 age group felt they were too old for clowns and weren't really impressed that he was a pirate captain, but when he used his abilities to get their kites out of the branches of a tree and even some toys that ended up on the roof, they decided he was okay.

The older two groups mostly judged him because he was marrying their favorite cousin (you were somehow everyone's favorite in the family and Buggy fully supported that). Some of the male cousins tried to give Buggy the whole “you hurt her you die” talk but he wasn't actually intimidated by that at all for once. Found it to be more annoying than anything.

He would never hurt you in any way.

The female cousins thought you could do better, honestly, though they did ask what his hair care routine was when they saw how long and wavy it was (Buggy refused to tell).

All in all, meeting the cousins went better than expected.

He still had to meet your aunts and uncles. You told him it should be a little less stressful than the cousins, but when your dad mentioned the hot spring that all the uncles would be going to with some drinks, he insisted Buggy come along. You weren't there to help so he had no choice but to go with Blue.

It… it was weird. Buggy somehow was surrounded by all of them, each staring at him as they enjoyed their drinks. He didn't even try to drink yet, too nervous watching and waiting for one of them to ask something but they just stared at him.

“So, our little Sunny is engaged to a pirate captain.” One of them finally said (Buggy couldn't even begin to remember names right then). Buggy could only nod, unsure if this would lead to additional questions or what.

“How long have you been a captain?”

“How long have you been a pirate?”

“You better take care of our niece or else.”

Almost the entire hour spent in the hot spring went like that. Buggy barely spoke despite being in the spotlight. Blue actually did most of the talking even though he really didn't know Buggy well, but it sounded like he asked Sunny similar questions and got some answers and well, Buggy appreciated it. He had no problem being front and center when he was on his ship but off it, surrounded by this family, he was out of his element and hating every second of it.

A tiny part of him was starting to regret agreeing to coming here with you so early into the engagement since that had become a focus of a lot of conversation, but when he headed back to the main house and saw you with your cousins, holding the ring up that he gave you with a big smile on your face, he realized he could tough it out. It had only been a few days so far.

“Buggy, follow me.” Blue said as he put his hand on the young pirate's shoulder and steered him into the house. “I don't know if my daughter told you, but after Windy and I got married, we became jewelers.”

“Huh…” Buggy only nodded, not sure why that mattered. He was led into a tiny workshop where Blue turned the lights on, giving Buggy a view of everything.

Various tools, materials, stones, everything you would need for that kind of business filled the space of the small room. The worktop has dents, scratches, some scorch marks, showing years of love and hard work. There was a bright red cloth with two rings resting on it. Buggy picked one up to look at it, almost dropping it when he saw a tiny little engraving of his jolly roger on it.

“What is this?!” Buggy demanded, wondering if Blue was copying his jolly roger for some reason.

“Well, after you two showed up and told us the happy news, I started working on wedding rings for you both.” He chuckled, suddenly looking nervous and uncomfortable. “My wife sketched out the designs and I've been working on them the last few days as a surprise, but I realize now that that's silly because you probably have something better for the two of you.”

No, no he didn't. Was Buggy supposed to? He figured the engagement ring would be enough but was having a separate ring for marriage a thing? He was also thrown off by the fact that these rings were made in such a short amount of time. It was thoughtful, touching, but Buggy didn't know what to make of it. He set the ring back down and looked up at the older man.

“We… have to have a ring for marriage?” That was the question on his mind. He didn't have rings yet, he only had the (stolen) engagement ring so hearing that there was also supposed to be a wedding ring on top of it was a little much.

To his relief, Blue just chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Only if you want! You're a pirate, I'm sure you have your own traditions anyway. I just wanted to give you a gift for taking such good care of Sunny this last year. I figure you're someone special by the way her eyes light up when she talks about you.”

Buggy scowled as his cheeks burned. That wasn't the case, you took care of him. He didn't do anything worthwhile to earn the love you have for him. Why would you tell your father something different? He didn't say anything, looking back down at the rings. They were a simple band, practical for working on a ship, but he wanted something a little more to it.

“If you already have something, I understand! I know this is a bit sudden.” Blue assured him. “And if you don't like them, I'm okay with that too!”

Buggy hesitated. It was thoughtful but it was missing something.

“No, they're… fine.” He told him, jaw clenched as he looked down at the rings. “Can you just add one thing?”

~

“Yea! We can have the wedding while the whole family is here!” 

Buggy spat out his drink while you choked on yours. Your mother's sister, the second oldest, heard that you wanted just your parents and someone to officiate and well, she didn't like that idea. She wanted to see her niece get married, why couldn't everyone enjoy it? 

“We'll find an officiant, we have the space to have your fiancee's crew join us so long as they behave and we can make the reception the big family dinner we always have!” Your aunt Stormy continued. Buggy was against the idea, was ready to say so, but you took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“We just want to keep it small.” You told her, glancing over at Buggy. “The reception can be a party, but… we just want a small wedding.”

“Nonsense. You have a huge family, Sunny, and we want to see you get married.” Stormy said, shaking her head. “We won't take no for an answer.”

“‘We’?” You repeated.

“The rest of us aunts and uncles want to see you get married. It's not fair if we don't.” Stormy chuckled. “You're the first of the kids to get married, it's only right that the rest of us get to see it.” She glanced over at Buggy. “I imagine it will be quite a spectacle going by how your fiancee… is.”

“W-What-”

“I don't know what that's supposed to mean, Aunt Stormy, but the wedding will be small.” You told her, fixing your aunt with a look that told Buggy that the conversation was over. “Me, mom, dad, Buggy, and some of his crew. That's it.” You tightened your hold on Buggy's hand. “Please excuse us.”

You didn't wait and dragged Buggy away. He noticed you were tense after that, but you also jumped to his defense before your aunt could make any other jabs at him. Spectacle? What kind of spectacle was she expecting?

You dragged him into the house, relieved no one else was in there. Everyone was outside socializing. You took his glass and put it in the sink with yours, huffing in frustration. Buggy was both a little nervous but intrigued to see you frustrated, especially since it wasn't directed at him.

“Of course she would go against our wishes.” You muttered as you started washing the glasses. “Makes it all about herself. She just wants a reason to dress up and will end up making it about her. We are not having a big wedding. I don't want it.”

“Babe?” Buggy asked carefully. 

You looked up from what you were doing, frustration in your voice when you asked, “What?!”

“D’you want to… take a break and go to the ship?” He was hesitant to even suggest it, figuring you'd rather spend time with your family than with him, especially since you have spent so much time with him already. You stared at him in surprise and he started back pedaling immediately. “I mean, this is your family, and I know you want to spend time with them, so I shouldn't have even suggested that, babe. Forget it. We can stay. I don't need to go, y’know, I just wanted you to, uh, have…a break?”

“No, no, Buggy. That's a good idea.” You told him as you dried your hands. “We just have to sneak down to the water. Who knows what my aunt is saying about the wedding now.”

Oh, that was a good idea? He was pleased with himself, smirking at you as he leaned on the counter. “Yea? Maybe we come up with other good ideas while we have some alone time.”

You grinned and tossed the dish towel aside. “Oh, and what kind of good ideas do you want to come up with, Captain?”

“We’ll just have to see, won't we?” He looked quite proud of himself for being flirty without something happening to him for once. “I'm sure we'll come up with something, babe.”

~

Something was you and Buggy in bed, naked and tired, both of you not sure how long you were in there for, both too distracted by each other to really care about time anyway. You had initiated it after Buggy made some joke about getting naked and you didn't hesitate in stripping down in front of him, grinning at the blush on his face and how wide his eyes got up on seeing you naked for the first time.

Now he was a little hesitant. You had said you weren't disgusted by his body upon knowing of his Devil Fruit powers, how limbs and parts separated when he needed them to, but he suddenly felt a little self conscious, so you walked over to him and kissed him, pulling at his clothes to encourage him. He never did this before, you had said the same, but like everything with you, he wanted it to be perfect.

He knew what to do from stories he heard growing up from the Roger Pirates and you knew what you wanted from romance novels you used to read to pass the time at the shop. And while Buggy took charge, he listened when you gave him directions on where to touch, kiss, everything. Hearing how you moaned and whined, panting his name between little gasps spurned him to make sure you screamed his name in the end.

And he was impressed he managed to keep it together when he was finally inside you, holding back to keep from finishing too quickly. There would be other times, sure, but this was the first time for both of you, and you were letting him touch you, pleasure you, and he needed it to be perfect for you. He was so in love with you.

And after all that, he was in your arms, head on your chest as your fingertips stroked down his spine while he made himself comfortable. 

“We should probably make an appearance before they come looking for us.” You sighed, making no effort to move. “I just don't want to.”

“We can stay here. The crew won't let anyone onboard.” Buggy mumbled back, eyes closed as he sank into your arms.

“I would like that since the second my aunt sees me she'll want to talk about the wedding, which is the last thing I want to do with her.” You kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes. “It's kind of late, we can make an appearance tomorrow morning. I just want to spend time with you right now.”

“Yea?” He lifted his head up, eyes wide in surprise. “You’d rather spend more time with me?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a frown. “Of course I would. I love you, Buggy.” Touching his cheek, you gave him a kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love spending time with you.”

“Your family-”

“Yea, I'll see them tomorrow. I want to spend time with you right now.” You assured him. “Get some rest, honey.”

He nodded, settling back down with his head tucked under your chin, closing his eyes as you pulled the covers up over the two of you. He was more than happy to be in bed with you for the rest of the day, just spending time with you, not having to be surrounded by everyone else and their questions about himself and the wedding. 

Maybe Buggy could convince you to stay on the ship for the rest of the reunion.

[candied-scorpian]

Kulapari Blog Name: Candied Scorpian

I have not watched Rise of the Kings because Hulu is in the US{It is new so I couldn't even pirate it}-

but I sure love Stinger, so even with spoilers I was excited- IS THAT A SNAKE IN THE GIF??? I just noticed that

but anyways, for a small fandom 'Edit for a dead fandom' I can make edits, idk how to get the clips.... Right theirs on clips of stinger in one pirated site that has season 2

I accidentally watches epidose one of season 2 back in lockdown before kipo was uploaded... Oooh the memories of rewatching this before I slept.

Im still gonna make shitty drafts and post it on ao3, idk what happened, but ill just give stinger amnesia and meet some half scorpian half snakes Hehe! <3

Also bit of a headcanon that Their a emperor scorpia(They are in West Africa...) Idk, maybe other scorpians would assume, or another animal incorrectly guessing. I couldn't find a scorpian in austrailio I liked. Emperor sounded cool- and no ones arguing with me... Ik its someones pet peeve, but hey from reddit the show sucked, and I might still enjoy watching it. My work is gonna be as bad as the writing, also how friendly empoerer scorpians are HAH XD

... I kinda added that their was a disease that just never gets talked about, and eveyrones just, monotone, tired, depressed, something with slow mating cycles and infertility and miscarriges.......... From what I learned empowers are usually aggressive after giving birth, so maybe that anger is channeled to fighting, belief of a lord that is survival and nature is cruel. or smth dark, and oc in the makaign for that.

maybe another scorpian thats seen stingers dad, try to cheer them up... A neutral perspective on bandits and such <3 such good writings ideas I am rushing, please send me link or an account <3

Concept writing of my oc with a placeholder name Magma- for volcano room

Magma is self-aware and quiet, easily accepting of failures, and accepts that not everyone will be a good person and do what they're fully capable of, but they understand they should still stand up for others. They like to argue when they fully research a specific topic, and will trauma dump at a moment's notice to keep the conversation going, they are extremely sensitive so any jokes at others' expense, just when it's directed at them – they quit side eyes – but with someone else is also in the butt of the joke they'll sting. They tend to hold grudges rather than holding others' hands out of awkwardness, having a hard time asking for help. They can bottle all their emotions up, and that leads to… More panic attacks and stinging a frog{Fear of water from threatening to be drowned from an accidental party bash, and misses the hot springs gifted from Chinese scorpion} they acted on it from stinging a frog helping them get to the other side{inspired by Tumblr short story{Lost it}.. They struggle with misinformation, everyone knowing the obvious royalty or power core, and the struggle of political disinterest and being the eldest to have to take the crown and responsibility. He can be bitter about others being wrong or not that self-aware, always keeping to themselves, but the inevitable panic of intrusive thoughts of accidentally murdering someone. They Value and adore it when people like them and know their bad, or even stay, to be listened to is nice and they can only be so much. They can come across as sweet, sometimes a bit obvious to their surroundings, or forgetful souls, but on other occasions, they can play the oblivious card. While plating obliviousness has its wins when seen as stupid, they tend to be insecure about the existence of their responsibility, but not exactly knowing how to not be the cause of corruption, assassinated siblings, letting things go bad, or secretly being power-hungry. Despite all of this, their family loves the self-isolating ‘Sun’ Daughter, and the people see them as having humility and being well educated but a person(forgetting, being neutral and self-aware of their bias on their interviews in boarding school.). They put others' needs before themselves, the weaker their friends, but an enemy could just die.

[that-one-enby-ranger]

@iwtd-lmfao YOU BETTER FUCKING READ THIS

The poll is finished and it said to yap about RA, so I'm gonna do that while I should be doing schoolwork, and my friends are looking at men from Criminal Minds.

I first found Ranger's when I was at a library, and I wanted to find a new book to read. I was never really interested in medieval fantasy books, so I don't know why I chose Ranger's, but I did. They didn't even have the first few books there. The closest book they had to the first was the sixth, and I didn't know what reserving books back then was so I just picked up the sixth book and was like, "this is the closest to the first, it'll make more sense to read this one." It did not make sense, since the fifth was a fucking cliffhanger. Either way I got it out, read it and loved it so that turned into the best decision I have ever made. My dad then told me how to reserve books and I got the first one, started the series from the start and also loved it.

Originally Will was my favourite character because Halt was barely in the sixth so I didn't have the chance to experience the magic that is my lovely husband. I think it was a couple more books before Halt really became my favourite, and became the love of my life. Will has now gone quite down the list of favs.

My main favourite characters, in no particular order except for the first three are Halt (obviously), Crowley, Horace, Jenny, Gilan, Will, Rodney and Arald, mainly when they are together though because they are def best friends and you cannot convince me otherwise, Pritchard, and Pauline, mainly only when it comes to Haltine though.

I don't know when I started really liking Halt, but for years, don't know how long, he has been my ultimate favourite fictional character above any other character from any other media. I love him so goddamn fucking much. He started everything. He started my obsession with dilfs. Whenever I find new fav characters from other shows, I always like the characters that are similar to him, or remind me of him, and when describing those characters to people who don't know them I'll always go "he's kinda like Halt." My second fav ultimate fictional character is Izzy from Our Flag Means Death and he is very similar to Halt in my opinion and I love them both. Izzy even got seasick one time even though he's a fucking pirate. I was talking to my friend about watching Criminal Minds and we both agreed the Aaron Hotchner would be my favourite because based on the information we compared, Halt and Aaron are similar.

There is not a single goddamn day that passes where I don't think about RA and Halt.

Moving onto favourite books and then we can get back to my husband. My fav book in the entire series is Halt's Peril, mainly because its an entire book about my baby, and he's dying and suffering, and it's great. I like it when my favs are hurt and suffering as long as they don't die. I also like it when Halt's pissed off because its hot and he's pretty much pissed off throughout the entire book. I also like it when he's being a little sleepy cutie patootie because its adorable to think about, and he's unconscious for a lot of it. Pretty little boy. My second fav book is Kings of Clonmel because once again it's focusing on my pretty boy and we're unlocking trauma so it's amazing. Third one is probably Tournament at Gorlan because it;s CRALT. I don't have any ranking order for the others but some of my other favs are Seige of Macindaw, Ruins of Gorlan, Burning Bridge, Erak's Ransom and Battle at Hackham Heath. There's a bit of a theme with most of these, as in most of them have Halt in them.

Seige of Macindaw will always be special to me because it was the first one I read, and I suprisingly enjoy it for it not having a lot of Halt. I don't really give to shits about Willyss, but I really like them in that book. Plus, I love Keren, he's probably my favourite villain next to Morgie, and he probably had the most brutal death out of any of the villains unless I'm forgetting, and I really like brutal deaths because they're fun to think about. I know Jory Ruhl got set on fire, and that would bloody well hurt, but Keren got acid thrown into his eyes, and then pushed out a fucking window. And before he fell, he was caught on the window bars, which would have probably been sharp and stabby from when the acid was desroying them, and I be the probably dug into his skin, then he fell back and probs landed in a real painful position. I like to imagine that he pretty much fell on his head and it ripped apart kinda like that guy from Hot Fuzz, just not as extreme, or he landed on a weird position on his neck and snapped it really badly and there was lots of blood. I also love Horace in that book and loved Trobar and Malcolm. Another obvious reason why I love that book is because HALT CALLS WILL SON FOR THE FUCKS SAKE.

I would do anything to hear Halt call me something nice. Like darling. I'd do anything to just hear Halt speak, or to see him, or hug him.

I really wanna hear him speak, I bet he would sound sexy. He's got a fucking Irish accent and a deep voice that shits hot.

I don't think I've ever really cried over anything in the books, apart from one time. It wasn't when Will got taken, or Crowley or Alyss died. It was a scene in one of the TRR books where Maddie hugged Halt, and I was sitting in bed reading in the middle of the night and crying because I was really jealous and wanted to hug Halt so bad. I've had fantasies when I've been walking on a bushwalk and imagined coming across him, and I would just run up to him and hug him. I would probs get stabbed, but it would be worth it. I would love to get stabbed by Halt. I want him to yell at me

Sometimes when I'm bored I'll just pick up different books and flip to my favourtie parts and read those parts and get high off of it. I know how to get to my fav parts now. My biggest accomplishment is collecting all the books and all the Brotherband books. Screw any other real life accomplishment that may have some affect on my future, thats what I'm proud of.

There have bee multiple things I have started doing because of RA. Drinking coffee, archery even though I've basically quit because of ✨social anxiety✨ and I don't know why I started this sentence off by saying there was multiple things like it was going to be a long list, those are the only things I can think of right now.

I'm 80% sure I'm aromantic, or at least on the spectrum, and my sister most likely is as well, but we were talking about fictional characters that we would generally marry and date because we would both marry a couple fictional peeps. The conversation wasn't just about what characters we would marry as a joke, because otherwise I would have named all my favs, but we were ACKtually considering them and what we would one hundred percent agree to. It was a very serious conversation. Halt was the first name I said. No questions asked, that is the man I would marry. I WANT HIM SO BADLY HES MY LITTLE CUTIE PIEEEEEEEEEE. He could become a serial killer and kill heaps of people, being a onehundred percent selfish prick, an apath, not care about anyone else and be an arrogant douche bag and I would still be in love with him. I'm in love with Art the Clown and Pennywise for fucks sake they were on my list of people I would generally marry I don't think he would ever be that bad compared to them.

This man could commit war crimes and human attoricities and I would still call him my sweet little boy who deserves love and I could fix him just give me time.

This rant was supposed to be about the whole of Ranger's Apprentice but I ended up mainly yapping abt Halt. I didn't expect any different to be honest, he's my baby. I am very possesive over him my sweet little boy.

Anyway moving away from my cutie patootie (but I'll probably find a way to bring it back to him tbh) imma move on to the books and just say my opinions on them and random ass thoughts.

Ruins of Gorlan: One of my favs. I like origin stories and this is pretty much one. I also like training montages and things where people are just training and doing different things, but I mainly like them in books. and like the mentors if you couldn't tell. That's why I like ruins of Gorlan and The Outcasts because they're both similar in that way. My fav scene from it is probs the scene with Salt Peter because my boy was pissy, and also the scene with Alda, Jerome and Alda beatin' Will because my boy was pissy. I like the scene at the end. With the kalkara and my boys unconscious and hurt. AAAAA it's great.

Burning Bridge: I like the ending of it. Not the complete ending but the part with the last battle, and Morgie. I like Morgie. Did you know my husband is in this book? He's pretty good in it. Those chapters are the best. Especially THOSE four chapters with the sexy defrinistration and brouhaha. Beautiful man. Defend him with my life. The other chapters are alright. I like Gilan. He reminds me of Sodapop from the Outsiders.

Icebound Land: I like this one too. Honestly couldn't give two shits about Will and Evanlyn, or about Will's addiction. I understand that's a serious problem, but I honestly couldn't give two shits. Especially since it only lasted one book and then disappeared for ever and now only exsists in fanfics. I like the Horace and Halt chapters. I think this was the book where I really started to love Horace and he became my sweetheart. He's another character I would generally marry a be happy about it. Halt and Horace's dynamic is one of my favourites because they are just my little sweethearts. I love their weird father-son, uncle-nephew, older brother-younger brother kinda relationship they have going on. And their little arguements are funny. Horace is such a silly little innocent boy I love him.

Oakleaf Bearers: This ones alright. Not my fav, but I like it. Main thing I take from this one is that I love Halt and Erak's dynamic. Again the little sillies. That's probably one of the main things I love about this book. And a couple scenes.

Sorceror of the North: Why do I feel like I spelt this wrong. For a book that doesn't have a lot of my boy in it, I like it. It's funny because the two main characters that are in this one are Alyss and Will and I don't really care about them unless it involves their dynamics with the love of my life. I'm quite biased if you haven't noticed.

Seige of Macindaw: Love this one, part of the reason because its the first one I ever read, and because it's just great in my opinion. Keren is really cool and like I've said, he's my second fav villain. And Horace is in this one too! YAyyyyy! My sweetheart. He makes EVERYTHING better. Already talked about this one and why I like it so Imma move on

Erak's Ransom: I like this one too. Gotta a lot of characters I like in it, even if the chapters with just Will are boring to me. I like the scene where Halt gets beat up. I like seeing him vulnerable and hurt and in pain without actually dying and its cool.

Kings of Clonmel: LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. My sweet little boy has so much traumaaaaaaaaaaa. It's beautiful. HE'S beautiful. I love the arguement scene between him and Ferris. I love hearing about his past. I don't really care about anything else. Just him. One of my fav scenes is the scene where he a little sleepy boy at the inn. So cute. My boy. My love

Halt's Peril: LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. My boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I don't care if this book was basically just a sick fic and it has no plot relevance what so ever apart from a little trauma, I love it. I like things like that. That part where it said that when Halt was delirious when being unconscious and it said he was saying people's names, and it said that Horace didn't recognise some of them, I headcanon that one of those names was Pritchard's.

Emperor of Nihon-Ja: Honestly don't give two shits about this one. It's kinda boring to me. I love Horace though. The only interesting scenes are the ones with Halt, obviously. I like the scene where he gets super pissed at Cassie and Alyss. Beautiful

Lost Stories: It's alright. Liked it a lot the first couple times I read it, but started liking it a little less. Still good though. I'll let you guess what my fav story might be.

All TRR books: Don't care. I don't like Maddie for absolutely no reason, I don't like that Will is no longer baby, and my boy isn't in them as much. There are some ones I like, but I still don't give two shits about them. When new ones come out I pray that my hubby wubby will be in them, and then be terrified that he's gonna die. No joke, when the most recent one came out, I went to Whitcoulls everyday after school until it was there, and before that I had been stressing through out the entire week. I was so scared when I finally bought it I kinda felt sick. I would have cried so hard if he died, and bought another copy of the book just to burn it. I told my friends that I came to school the next day depressed, they would know why. I want him to be in those books, but I also don't want him to be in them because I'm scared he might die.

I SWEAR TO FUCK IF FLANNY KILLS HIM OUTSIDE OF THE BOOKS.

Halt's immortal I'm calling it now.

Tournament at Gorlan: Love. Love both of tey books, and this ones my fav. My little grumpy young boy. He would have looked so cute. He still does. In my mind anyways. Loved Pritchard as well. He's one of my fav characters even though he was only in half the book before he died but I love reading Halt and Pritchard fics. Imma write one where it turns out he's actually alive and he reunites with his son

Battle at Hackham Heath: The same thing, loved it. I wish Flanny looked more into Pritchard's death though because it happened right at the end of the first one, even though the two books would have had a time gap, still wanted to see it.

I want Flanny to write a third tey book set in between thoses two where it talks abt Pritchard's death more, and has lots of angst and shit, and also maybe has a scene with Thorgan the Smasher, because Halt and Crowley seem very gay right there. They were literally found cuddled up together, unconscious. If that's not gay, I don't know what is.

This rant about RA turned out to be one about Halt. It was mainly Halt, but I already knew it was going to be about him. If you have managed to stick around to the end, thank you for listening to my insanity. I am in love. Imma go flirt with Halt on charcater ai now.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

parts 1-3

parts 4-5

written together with @hannahhook7744

Chapter 7

Chad knocked on the window of a guest room in Snow White’s palace—the one Chloe usually stayed in—and waited for someone to answer.

Hoping it wouldn’t be his aunt or uncle.

He really didn’t feel like talking to another adult right now.

He just really needed his sister (and maybe his cousin) right now. 

He knocked at the window again, hoping that his sister would open soon. Because otherwise the guards making rounds would see him and they’d have questions, such as "Why don’t you just use the front door,“ and "Do you know that your parents called and want us to let them know if you turn up?“

Which, yes, utterly unacceptable.

But the window remained locked, and he didn’t know how to open it from the outside. The pirates probably did.

He should ask Gil to teach him sometimes.

He lifted his hand to knock at the window again and nearly knocked at his sister’s forehead instead. After a moment of hesitation, he did so anyway, lightly enough that it wouldn’t hurt her in the slightest.

He smiled at her appalled expression.

"Chad!“ she protested, fixing her bangs just a little, "What are you doing here anyway?“

Chad shrugged slightly, climbing inside. "Just wanted to see you, Chlo." 

He hoped she bought it because he didn't want to have a conversation about what was actually bothering him with a ten year old. 

Or two ten year olds, if Glauco came back. 

Or Glauco's parents, if he had left to go get them when Chad had knocked on the window.

… he probably should have thought of the possibility before he knocked on the window, to be honest.

But hey, too late for that now, and it was not like he didn’t do even less thought-through things lately.

Still, he froze when he saw Chloe standing in front of him with her hands folded at her chest and a huge pout.

"You’re a terrible liar,“ she told him.

He buffed, sitting down on the floor. "When did you get so smart?"

Chloe got that look on her face. The one that said she was about to be a major smartass. Which her next words only proceeded to prove "When I stopped listening to you."

"Hey!"

She smiled victoriously, that little monster, and, yeah. Little girls be like that.

In retaliation, he reached out to mess up her hair a bit.

"Hey!“ she yelled out too, and grabbed his wrist, eventually mostly hanging from it. Chad was tempted to just swing her about the room like when she was really little.

"You’re evading the question!“ she accused, "Mum says that’s rude!“

Well, and now Chad has to talk or he’d be teaching his little sister bad manners, a crime more unforgivable than making out with three pirates in their parents’ eyes. Oh, goodness.

“Just got in a fight with mom and dad.” A ‘fight’ was an understatement in his opinion but he wasn’t sure how else to describe it—so ‘fight’ would have to do.

Even though the word caused his stomach to drop as he wondered how his life had gotten to this point.

Besides, he wasn't about to unravel all of his personal problems on a ten years old, was he now?

… Yeah no. Said ten years old was incredibly nosey and Chad possessed the chronic inability to say no to her. She was also easily distracted, though, and beamed excitedly when Chad lied (only a tiny bit!) that the fight was about his recent date.

And suddenly, Chloe wanted to know everything.

Thankfully, or unthankfully—depending on how you look at it—, the door to Glauco’s room opened before Chloe badgered him enough to get him to give in. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t Glauco who opened it but instead his aunt Snow. 

The two stared at each other. 

All while Chloe poked his shoulder. 

“Chad. Chad. Chad—”

“Chloe, dear, why don’t you go get some hot chocolate with Glauco and your uncle Florian? They’re in the kitchen.” 

Chloe pouted, but Snow gave her one of her looks, and off she went.

"I’ll make you one, too!“ she promised Chad in between the doors, and then she was gone.

Which meant that Snow redirected the look at Chad.

He smiled nervously.

"Hi, Auntie,“ he said.

Chloe, never one to turn down hot chocolate, of course took the bait.  “Okay auntie Snow! See you later, Chad!”

Chad fidgeted—not meeting Snow’s eyes, Too tired to see yet another person he cared about disappointed in him for something that shouldn’t have mattered. Even though he had wanted the attention it brought before. 

Maybe he was a moron after all. 

He’d have to send Evie and Doug a gift basket for all the tutoring they had given him over the years.

"Chad,“ his Aunt continued to give him the look, "You know you can talk with me about everything whenever you need, right?“

Her eyes got softer as she said this.

So Chad stopped looking into her eyes as he gulped and said: "Yeah, sure.“

He wished that he could believe that.

But he didn't.

He had stopped believing that ages ago. 

After Chloe and Glauco were born. 

"Anyway, Auntie Snow, I can't right now, I'm terribly busy, I promised Audrey I'd meet with her, so, yeah? See you later,“ he said, making a move for the window.

He did in fact promise no such thing, but he was sure Audrey didn't mind, and he really wanted to get out of this uncomfortable conversation. He touched the window frame and twisted his body to fit through it.

"Chadwick James,“ his Aunt's voice froze him mid-motion, "You're going absolutely nowhere until you've had the hot chocolate Chloe is making you. And you're not using the window -“

So Chad climbed back in and walked the familiar way to the kitchens, a concerned but for the moment satisfied Aunt Snow behind him.

[the-fluff-piece]

Could I request Prompt #1 w/ Smoker? Honestly there’s just not enough of him out there… And I’m a sexy or smut 🍆 kind of gal, but if you’d rather write something sweet for this, I’d be down for that too ☺️

And congratulations on 200! That’s definitely not nothing. It’s a milestone and you should celebrate it.

This is part of the follower milestone event

Hello Anon,

Thank you! I feel like I always have to play everything down. 200 is definitely not nothing!

Yes, poor smoky is begging for it with his shirt open but he doesn't get enough attention 🥺 but he needs it so bad! This one kind of escalated in length, I am sorry

And its 18+ so minors don't click on that.

Here's

White night

Smoker's worst nightmare is coming true: he needs to attend a dreadful marine ball! And Tsuru even assigned him a date to take. What should he even do with one of those noble brats of high birth?

Angsty, shy Smoker and some light smut

Smoker

Smoker was the most uncomfortable he was in a long, long time. Put him on a battlefield, beat him up and shoot holes in him - he was fine with that. Put him in a suit and he wanted to get executed instantly. The bowtie around his neck seemed to choke him and he hated dress shirts on purpose. Even if it was the official gala uniform, he hated it. The marine gala uniform for his rank was basically a fine suit with vest, bow tie and his medals and rank signs. He forgot he even had half of these. Valor? When?

His large hands fumbled with the flower corsage he was supposed to give the girl that had to spend the evening with him. She was a princess or something. At least Tashigi felt as uneasy as him. She got pressed into a dress that was not at all her style, in a bright pink shade and shining applications. Her date for the evening would be an officer of similar rank that Garp picked.

You

So your dad and some marine admiral made you go to one of those boring marine balls were uptight, unsocial marine officers had to show to the public that they were civil people instead of devil power wielding savages on par with the pirates they hunted.

You would have to spend the evening with "the white hunter", he looked about as funny as eating a bowl of screws, so you didn't have great expectations about the evening. At least he looked hot, in a grumpy older guy with excellent physique kind of way. You had read about him in the newspaper when he managed to bring in some big, bad pirates. For some reason, his shirt was never closed.

Your father had assured you that the man was maybe a little rough, but a good man. He protected the upstanding citizens of the world and was far less prone to convoluted marine politics than most. Just recently, he managed to bring back a group of children that had been kidnapped, so you hoped that he wasn't a bad guy, despite his reputation as being cruel.

As you get out of the carriage you put on your best good princess smile as you make your way to the foyer. He was hard to miss, you could already see his white hair and a pillar of smoke in the crowd.

Ugh, here we go. Another evening of boring war stories. It was undeniable though that he looked splendid. The cut of the uniform accentuated his broad, muscular build and made him look almost handsome. His hair was neatly groomed and his piercing white eyes were mesmerising. Only his scowl and the cigar in his mouth destroyed the picture a little bit. He seemed as unhappy to attend this ball as you were.

"You must be vice-admiral Smoker, I am- " you tried to greet him. He didn't hear you. Instead, he grunted something at a small woman, who bowed like she was his subordinate.

"Goddammit Tashigi wear your glasses!" He berated her. What a stern guy. The woman flipped a pair of glasses from the top of her head down in front of her eyes and studied a vase with a bouquet very closely, apologising.

You tried again but he didn't react. Either he only heard barked orders from his superiors, or he was half deaf from all the shooting and the bellow of his own voice. Maybe both. You decide to lay protocol aside for a second and poked a finger into his side. Irritated, he looked down.

"Yes?"

You clear your throat and say in the loudest and clearest way possible: "you must be vice admiral smoker! I am pleased to meet you. I am princess y/n, as Admiral Tsuru surely told you."

"Oh, uh I am vice admiral smoker, at your service!" It seemed like he wanted to salute you, but stopped his hand.

"I know" you said. Now that he's facing you he looks more like a nervous school boy than a weathered soldier. And he was a giant. Your eyes were level with the white flower in his buttonhole. You saw his nervous hands mistreating the delicate flower bouquet he was supposed to give you, but likely forgot he had.

"Oh thank you so much, what a beautiful colour" you said, pointing at the corsage in his hands. With widened eyes, he looked at the gift and nods.

"Yes of course" and motioned to put it around your wrist. He didn't take his gloves off, nor did he greet you properly. He is lucky that you're not one of those hags that end whole careers over societal missteps. He was really trying hard to get the small band onto your wrist, but even the tips of his fingers were still too clumsy and the corsage seemed to develop a mind of it's own. You gently took it out of his huge paws and put it on your wrist. The flowers were already creased and crushed. "Lovely " you comment. He may be a lion on the battlefield but on this marble floor he seemed more like a lamb. You will have your hands full tonight maneuvering this oaf through all the rules and protocols no one taught him about, so that he didn't embarrass you or himself.

"Vice-admiral, let's go to the buffet until the dancing starts. I imagine you are far too busy to attend these frivolous parties often, let me show you around." He manages to swallow and nod, you hope he understood what you were saying. Follow my lead and this won't turn into a disaster.

Smoker

He didn't know if he was lucky or absolutely doomed. Maybe both could be true. He was just letting off some steam disciplining Tashigi, when a tiny woman appeared with the aura of a leader. She looked short and fragile, her speech was melodic and overly polite, but sharp as a blade. He felt in every inch of his body that she was here to get him through it, and if he didn't cooperate she would be able to destroy him through means he couldn't even grasp. He had a faint flashback to his first drill instructor.

He couldn't help but notice her noble face and regal posture, completing the fine beauty of a woman who was intelligent and cunning. She looked like she was used to giving orders and having those carried out.

He remembered to hold out his arm for her just in time and she took it. Her grasp wasn't strong, but she took the lead, gently tugging in the direction they had to go. The woman had balls and the spirit to back it up. He respected that. Maybe Tsuru picked her just for those qualities.

She led him around showing him the buffet and explaining the dishes and their properties to him like he already knew that. She somehow, without saying anything or gesturing, made a waiter appear with a whiskey on ice for him while she took a glass of sparkling wine. It was damn good whiskey, Smoker had to admit. He relaxed a little.

The buffet was an abundance of fine dishes and snacks: There were fine tartelettes, a selection of cheeses from all four seas, exotic fruit, roasts and seafood. His head spun and he couldn't remember half of it, wasn't sure if he had to. Simultaneously she greeted uncountable pairs of very important people, dukes and duchesses, barons, industrial magnates, professors and whatnot. He was relieved whenever he met someone he knew - and wasn't on bad terms with. Vice-Admiral Jonathan from G-8 was there, being stuffed by his wife with food, Tsuru was there, looking as grumpy and mean as ever but nodding to him benevolently when she saw him and the princess. Admiral Sengok was glued to the buffet and greeted Smoker warmly, his mouth full of crackers and cheese. Maybe the strict rules aren't as strict for everyone.

The princess was single handedly leading the evening for both of them, he barely had to speak, she did it for him, ending most sentences with "don't you think, Vice Admiral?" Or "as I'm sure the Vice admiral would agree". All he had to do was nod and try to smile. They had crossed the ballroom once from end to end and had greeted most of the other guests. The princess led him to a corner and drank from her glass, observing the room.

"So Vice-Admiral.Smoker, now that you've had your first glance at the party, do you find it acceptable?" He asked him with an easy smile.

"Yeah, I...guess. very acceptable indeed." He had to wreck his brain not to fall back to his surely more than inappropriate way of speaking.

"You know you don't have to call me vice admiral all the time, I don't really care for the title. Just Smoker is fine" He told her. "And I am not good at this whole fancy party thing.

She gave him a warm, beautiful smile, sending electricity through his body.

"I noticed" she said, chuckling. "That's why I am going to be blunt: I know you're not the kind of man who likes to be here, but I see that you are honestly trying. I respect that. I assure you that I will help you get through this evening smoothly and we will leave at the earliest hour we can. So we just need to dance a little and we can excuse ourselves, get back to our lifes."

He nodded, dumbfounded because of the sudden change of manners. Her voice, before formal and polite, adapted a more playful and relaxed tone. Was this the way she usually spoke?

Smoker had to swallow and make a confession: "I can't dance."

"Dear Vice-Admiral, I am shocked!" She put her hand on her mouth and widened her eyes in pretend surprise. "Don't worry about that, we will mostly dance waltz tonight, you just need to make the basic steps and I'll lead you."

He almost told her that the man was supposed to lead, but he realized it would have been stupid.

"I know the basic steps. Tsuru send me to a crash course last week." He admitted. "But I'm not good at it."

"If I may be so nosy, why does Tsuru want you here?" You asked him the question that burned in your mind. It made no sense to push someone who wasn't suitable, if that guy was just strong he could clobber pirates in a lower rank, so there must be more to him.

"Don't know." He grunts. "Ask her."

"I will" you said, already planning your approach to find out.

"Why are you in the marine, Smoker?" You decided to just ask him. You had asked the question a few times now and the answers were all very telling.

"I just want to spread justice. Root out all those who wreak havoc in the world." His voice got louder as he spoke, turning a few heads. He seemed to really mean it, maybe he wasn't as bad as most others, who just wanted the power that came with it.

"The music is starting. Let's dance." You said as you lead him to the dance floor, where others already waited.

Smoker

Dancing. Was. Hard.

It was a pain to look where he stepped, it was almost impossible to time his steps with the music and the hardest thing of all was holding that small, beautiful woman in his arms without going crazy. One hand on her back, one holding her hand - he never got so near to that kind of woman, let alone one he was actually getting interested in. Her charm and cunning weren't lost on him, no matter how many defenses he had built against personal drama over the years.

The music was pleasant and the princesses ballgown swung elegantly from her hand, where it was held by a small loop. He could get into this. Could get into her - but he had to remind himself that he was just a Marine brute, built for fighting and hunting, and not good for much else. She was used to gentlemen courting her, the finer things in life, politics and polite conversation. All things he didn't know. His heart sank a little as he realized this evening was all he had. But he would make it count, it was even acceptable that he court his partner, even a little. It was what everyone wanted after all. As they danced and she gently led him across the dancefloor, he indulged in staring at her and imagining a future he would never have.

You

You were smiling, this was going far better than you had anticipated. The marine oaf turned out to be a man with principles, but no mind for politics. He understood the importance however and cooperated with you, making this more pleasant and easy.

His hand was big and warm on your back as you danced and held your hand with great care, your small hand was completely engulfed in his. Once you got used to his tough demeanor, you could really get into his marine-soldier charm. Later, you would have to look up more of those pictures of his bare chest.

The music stopped, so after a few dances it was time for a break. You lead him back to the buffet to get another drink and told him how good he was doing.

"Thank you" he smiled, looking proud of himself and helping himself to another whiskey.

"What is over there?" He asked, bending down to you.

"Oh, the garden" you answered. "People basically just stroll there and there are some benches."

"I could use a bit of fresh air..." he said, waiting for you to weigh in.

"Of course, it's more quiet out there, let's take a walk" you say and take his arm again. Usually the gardens were the territory of lovers, hiding from the prying eyes of the public. But he didn't need to know that.

The gardens where lush and in full bloom. Huge hedges created many secret spots and over everything hung the sweet scent of the flowers and herbs, especially strong in the colder evening air.

You took random turns, not really looking where you were going, just enjoying the break and relative calm out here.

You heard a little to late the giggling and sighing of lovers around a corner in the maze of hedges - and suddenly you and Smoker stood in front of a half naked pair of young nobles, fooling around in the darkness on a bench.

You could hear him gasp as the couple giggled and retreated further into the foliage - it was not exactly a faux pas, just a frivolous encounter the two must have expected.

"Let's go down here" you nervously said as you lead him around a different bend.

"Where they...?" Smoker asked huskily.

"Yes" you answer, watching the big man blush like a teenager. His pale skin and white hair did nothing to hide his pink cheeks.

"The garden is also the place for lovers" you told him.

"Lovers..." he mumbled.

"They are usually not able to meet in private because of chaperones and rules or just distance, so it's an open secret that people enjoy each others company in the gardens." You informed the clueless soldier.

"And we are here..." he growled in an ominous tone.

"Just walking here is also fine" you told him, unsure of what he was thinking about.

The two of you stopped - there was a dead end with a bench in some kind of alcove, a perfect spot for some secret fun. You couldn't deny that the guy was hot and was probably a special experience in the sheets.

"Do you want to sit down? No one will see us here" You asked in hushed tone.

"Yes" he pressed out. He seemed nervous, so he must have understood your offer.

He sat down beside you in the stone bench and began staring at the path to his feet. You leaned a bit against him, but felt his body tense, and you wanted to move away again when his hand wrapped around you and pulled you close.

He looked at you, his pale.eyes glinting in the faint light of the lamps.

"Is this...uhm...like the, uhm, couple from before?" He stammered, his face red now.

"If you want to" you answer lightly, hearing him pant. What a strange man, you were used to charming noble men who talked all the time and said nothing, he talked little and told you so much.

He looked like he was about to panic, but he pressed a hot kiss to your lips nonetheless. Even his lips where rough, it was part of his charm. You laid your arms around his neck and kissed him back, inviting his tongue into your mouth. He was inexperienced, but passionate. He drew you onto his lap and devoured your mouth like a starving man. He panted and grunted as his hands were gliding of your body aimlessly.

You could fully straddle his lap and he still had to bend down to kiss you - and he still aimed lower, kissing a trail to your jaw and down your neck. You could already feel his erection through his pants as he bucked his hips against you.

Button by button, you opened his shirt to reveal that chest you already saw in the papers. His skin was white like marble, making him look like a statue in the pale light.

You would have loved to savour him more, but an encounter in the garden had to be quick, or the next couple came around the corner. You opened his pants, unable to see him clearly in the darkness.

He was panting and growling unintelligible things when he pulled his pants down and began fingering you under your skirts.

"No time" you whispered in his ear as you already guided his cock inside you. Maybe you should have studied him more closely before - the sudden stretch of his sheer size made you gasp in surprise. He moaned loudly, a little too loud for your taste, and you put your mouth on his to stifle his uncontrollable moans while you began moving up and down.

His eyes looked like he was in sweetest agony while his chest rumbled with his deep voice.

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You were almost caught by some other guests strolling past, but both of you were so eager you were cuming almost immediately. Disheveled and breathless you stumbled away from the onlookers to sort yourselves out and not let anything on.

Smoker

He couldn't believe what had just happened. In the course of a single evening he found the perfect woman and made love to her - two things he thought would never happen. Her body was so soft and sweet, he felt like a feral beast when he couldn't hold back anymore. There was not enough time for anything in that moment, his head still spun and he was unable to speak as he watched her smooth her hair and set her dress right again. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, but the words weren't there. She was too good for him, anyway. She was charming and eloquent, beautiful and noble, while he was little more than a dog in human form.

He stumbled through the rest of the evening in a haze of desire and denial, not knowing what to feel or do. They stayed silently together, leaning against each other, until people started to leave, among them her father and siblings who than called her to go home with them.

"I...thank you for tonight" he managed to say. "You should get back to your life" he repeated her words from earlier this evening. His heart almost burst as she whispered: "I have to thank you, Smoker. If you are in the area, come visit me sometime."

He felt her slip something the pocket of his suit before she vanished. He stood there, lost, not wanting this evening to end.

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Just a day later smoker was back with the G-5, back in his usual attire and already whipping the idiots back into shape. He still couldn't fathom that he had felt impossible bliss as he was making love with a real princess. Only the note he kept in his pocket was telling him it had been real. A little piece of paper with her name on it. It smelled like her perfume and was drawn in the direction she was. She has invited him to find her - and he was still debating whether he was even worth it.

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what franchise is emily kaldwin from? saw one of your posts and instantly fell in love with her vibe

Congrantulations you entered into a 50hr long unskippable cutscene. You only have yourself to blame.

Emilly Kaldwin is from the Dishonored Franchise, an action-adventure/immersive sim game !!

She's a major NPC in the first game, a plot-point in the DLC's Knife of Dunwall/Brigmore Witches, and the playable protagonist in Dishonored 2.

I highly reccomend the series, which is comprised of two main games (Dishonored/Dishonored 2), A 2-part DLC (Knife of Dunwall/Brigmore witches), and a 3rd game (Death of the Outsider).

Play the games they're good???? Idk what else to say. Watch the trailers. Get it cheap off steam or wherever during a sale or you know. Pirate it. If you like victorian england, eldritch horror, dads going to hell to back for their daughters, daughters going to hell and for their dads, daughters trying to kill their dads, and killing people and also feeling intense guilt over it play dishonored.

And Play it 1 > DLC > 2 > DOTO to get the full coheasive story unless you're me who did not do that. Unless you wanna go "oh shit I should play these all again but in order this time" but that might lead to brainrot (case study: me).

Anyway my interperation of Emily is the right one and all others are wrong and Only I truly understand that Emily girlbossed a little hard and now have to be an empress. Tragic. She is literally just a girl who deserves a proper hot girl summer. and sacrifice men for witchcraft.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <3 PLAY DISHONORED AND HAVE FUN

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So here's a hot take, I don't think Sokka needed that sword episode

The more I think back about "Sokka's Master" and how it's an episode dedicated to make Sokka feel good about his place on the team and have him realize he's just as valuable as the rest of the group due to his creativity and unique perspective on things...

I can't help but feel this episode should have happened MUCH earlier in the series.

Before this event, the dude had more than proven himself plenty of times in the past.

He tricked the pirates into fighting with Zuko, saved innocent people from Jet's plan, solved the mystery of Avatar Kyoshi that could prove Aang's innocence, found a way to stop the drill, saved the people of Omashu with a fake disease plan, got Katara to infiltrate a prison by making her look like an earthbender, found out about the freaking eclipse, and so on.

It's so weird they felt the need to give him an episode to make him feel like he earned his place on the group when I felt like that had been obvious for a very long time by now.

It's like if Toph had an episode where she goes, "Everyone can see but me... 😢 But wait a minute! I don't need to see! I'm fine just the way I am!!" 😤

Maybe if instead it was an episode where, I don't know, he had his boomerang stolen and to get it back, Sokka had to pass a series of tests, and these were used to spotlight his strengths, then that would have worked better, imo.

But to have him be "Aww... I can't bend like you guys..." 😢 When that literally was never a problem for him before felt a tad forced.

Also, I'm gonna be honest, I can barely remember a moment where that sword or his swordsman skills were used to save the day.

I remember much more how he used his boomerang to kill the combustion man. Like, how often do you see characters using boomerangs to fight in media? 🪃🔥

Sokka only ever needed his intelligence and confidence, which were things he already always had except in this episode and in The Boiling Rock, and he only lost it in that episode because he was afraid of failing his dad and also so he could form a deeper bond with Zuko who's also used to failing, and I feel like him regaining his confidence here was much more effective than in "Sokka's Master."

I know this is a fan favorite episode, but the more time passes, the more I feel like "Sokka's Master" was totally unnecessary and exists just to say what we already knew, and having him be insecure about his lack of bending THIS late in the game feels slightly out of character for me.

I like that they made an episode to highlight how awesome Sokka is, but I'm not a fan of the "Why" they made this episode.

I think I would have liked it more if, again, it had happened much earlier, or if it was done because he needed to pass some test, not because he was insecure.

Or heck, if they had done it like in the game "Sly 2" where the group gets captured and we have an episode about Sokka freeing them all by himself...

Although I guess that's exactly the plot of Boiling Rock... 🤔

God, "The Boiling Rock" was such a good episode. How come THAT one isn't a fan favorite?

Everyone always only talks about the "girlfriend moon" joke and Mai betraying Azula. 😭 It's probably one of the best, if not THE best, Sokka episode.

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GRACE F1 LORE

Thanks for tagging me @wisteria-wisteria <3

1. Who or what got you into F1?

Basic bitch answer but my dad. He was a big fan, and his dad was a fan. I was plonked infront of the TV to watch it as a kid, and grew up never missing a race. That was until Sky Sports braught it off chanel 4, and now my family can't afford to watch it anymore. I have to pirate it now coz I AINT PAYING 50 A MONTH go fuck yourself Sky Sports.

2.Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

Probably Lewis? Or Jenson? I was (still am) a Mclaren fan as a kid, and my dad always cheered on English drivers, so I just copied him. I still love them both now, my opinions havn't changed on them at all!

3.Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

Current grid? Probably Max, Fernando or Oscar. They are all so so talented, it's just a pivalidge to watch them drive. I think they're all really funny in their own ways too.

My favourite driver ever? Senna, obviously. Or Prost.... Can't ever pick.

4.Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

I support all and any pairings. F1 RPF in all forms is delicious thankyou. My faves are: Prost X Senna, Carlos X Lando, Max X Charles, Peroni X Villeneuve, George X alex, Mika X Michael, and Nigel X Elio.

The only ship I don't really vibe with is Pierre X Charles? Like idk I just don't feel it. But I'll still read it so lol

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

My dad supports Mclaren same as me. My sister isn't really into it? She finds charles hot and will watch edits of him but shes never watched a race or really gives a shit about the actual driving. Shes here for the thirst traps and Ferrari merchandise and I respect that so much.

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

Dallas, Texas 1984. What a fucking shit show. Absolute comedy sketch. Everything about that dumb race is so funny to me.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Hungaroing! It was the first F1 race I ever attended, and the joy I get out of watching it and screaming 'IVE BEEN THERE IVE BEEN THERE' never leaves. The first race in person was special, so hungaoring is special now too.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like

Yes. And I don't know why but I was so shocked at how friendly everyone was. I think I was expecting it to be like football, but everyone got along so well no matter the teams ect. I always get general admission now, because its so much fun to sit and make new friends with other F1 freaks!!! Everyone shares food, alcohol, blankets, brollies ect- its alwaus such a good atmosphere at everywhere I've been.

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

Yes. Seb and Jenson. In the same day. I nearly exploded, but actually managed to come off very normal and composed.

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

McLaren MP4/4 1988.

LOOK AT IT

The details, the colours, the absoulte perfection of the livery, and of course the V8 underneath that gave way to MCAREN DOMINATION. Shes perfect.

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Gerhard Berger or charles.

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

Anything that comes out of Alain Prost's mouth. That man should be a fucking poet. Also- "I'm cuming on your camera mate" hahah

I tag @astirian , @bluesourkiwi , @kimizilla , @whobuilthemoon , @penseesauvageand @eliorosb3rg. Or whoever wants to do itttt love u all

[thedragonchilde]

G Gundam meta notes, eps 21-24:

"The Final Battle Approaches! Only 3 Days Away"

-the Shuffle Alliance links!! More of this please!

-the reveal of all of them skulking around waiting for Domon is hysterical

-they're all connected through the crests!!

-okay George, you're here to protect Rain from beasts, that's,,, almost convincing coming from you

-Chibodee, on the other hand, who the hell are you trying to convince? You were just openly talking about why you were there, and now you're shooting off some crap about how you should just leave, okay. And followed with the defeated mumble "nothing but time on my hands", good job

-magical girl Schwarz Bruder Mark II, appearing out of the water

-"what is this feeling?" No offense, but you're historically not good at knowing your feelings anyway, why is this one a surprise

-I know narratively this is supposed to be a setup for the romance, but why would Domon be surprised that Rain is important to him?

-why was Rain sleeping in the cockpit??

-Chibodee taking charge under pressure, I can dig it

-"there's one more important person waiting" wait a minute. He can't be talking about Rain, because she's right there. Did he mean… did Domon tell them about his dad?

-Domon being so concerned with keeping the others out of "his" problem is sweet

"Breakthrough! Warriors Strong Ties”

-I fucking love Nastasha calling the shots in the group

-Schwarz too

-”I'm feeling much better” Rain says, struggling to stand upright

-”not doing this for you or anything” OH MY GOD CHIBODEE YOU FUCKING TSUNDERE WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO CONVINCE

-"I'll help too"/"I know you will" something about this tweaks my heart a little, but of course I take to an A/N moment

-interesting, later on Domon is said to have an “obedient nature”, but here Rain suggests he's “the least obedient” of them

-”they're he-ere” Chibodee dropping movie references is kind of charming

-both Argo having tactical expertise from his pirating and George admiring it is super interesting

-Domon is actually quite empathetic when he's paying attention. Pity he doesn't do that much

-if D/R had more scenes like this, I,,, would still probably prefer to explore the friendship, but I'd understand the romance more

-you fucking tell that guy, Nastasha! Make getting out of there sound cowardly instead of the cutthroat crap Neo Russia would normally love!

-"what’s with the guy in the stupid mask" Sai saying the quiet part out loud

-nice pirouette, Schwarz, you have dance training?

-oh my God seriously let me just get feral about Nastasha backing up her nobility with clear-headed logic, both in general as part of her character arc and in contrast to a cast full of Honor Before Reason

-”staying behind to ensure your friends’ safe passage tells me your head’s not quite right” ah, Master probably filled Domon's head with plenty of this anti-human connection crap while raising him

-we might wonder why the fuck Domon doesn't even think about making it to the finals, but like,,, not only is this a more personal flight, the Gundam Fight was never something he wanted in the first place

"Destined Battle! Domon vs. Devil Gundam”

-oh, announcing yourself with a throwing weapon to save the hero, you're Tuxedo Schwarz this time

-"I DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE YOU LAUGHING AT ME" I mean,,, you're right, Domon, and that's partly why I've got such a soft spot for you, you don't deserve half the crap you go through

-Schwarz is kinda hot when he's bloody

-SUPER SAIYAN DOMON

-so the “serene state of mind” is weaponized hyperfocus, yes? Teach me that secret, Domon!

-i love that it gives the audience just enough that even if we do figure out the identity we have the new mystery of why and how

"Bright New Star! The Birth of the God Gundam”

-Argo being the optimist, damn!

-Nastasha keeps up on Gundam engineers/is familiar with Mikamura's work? That's pretty cool

-oooh, all right, Domon has given lip service to the whole "you're no longer my master" thing before, but seeing him actually talk back is cathartic

-Shining Gundam is bleeding!

-okay, experimental brain wave transmitter, very cool, needs more use in fic maybe, but also like,,, scifi contrast to Shuffle magic

-and a continuation of Dr Mikamura’s work with emotion-powered science

-"I've never thought so dearly of you as I do now" you mean not until you found out he thought fondly of you? Hmmm. Food for thought.

-now George is optimistic, and interestingly Chibodee is consistently struggling to stay positive. (Though I guess that tendency goes all the way back to his first appearance, the whole "might as well finish me now" thing - looks like being a "star of hope" actually takes some effort for him! Hope is a choice, and not always an easy one! This is so interesting!)

-hee, the gals helping Rain through her post-reunion overwhelm <3