#slight rant sorry LOL

[66sharkteeth]

I can't get this heated at my readers but yeah tbh the amount of people recently shocked claude is a blank despite how many instances and context confirmations of him being a blank makes me wonder how many people actually read this comic. In addition to everything that reader stated, is everyone just...forgetting the very recent implication he's planning on using the red blank serum? Something that is only...ya know...effective on blanks?

I dunno. Stuff like this makes me so insecure about my writing haha. I GET things like people forgetting Finze already had a face reveal (even if it was a pivotal scene essential for the story lol) because it was one singular scene but like...damn, I don't know how to make this more clear other than having Claude just state every episode "Hey guys I'm a blank." I don't know how to make my writing any clearer than it already is regarding things like this.

[ebbywaffle]

i really hate the calling Kairi a 'sexy lamp' crap for various reasons. she's a kid for one thing so stop that 'sexy' shit if you're an adult and don't say it around me if you're a kid please. then that leaves us with just 'lamp' and honestly

if you know a lamp that snarks at her friends, jumps off a balcony to save one, somehow is able to see a person's true self, is willing to fight (even WEAPONLESS) if need be, brought back someone twice, is seeming interested in writing and stories, believes in some superstitions, and MORE then...that's quite the """lamp""" you've got there. sounds like you just have a ...'character'.

i just want people to admit that she's not a character that THEY are interested in, instead of calling her 'weak' or 'poorly written'. i'm someone who is on occasion on that latter, 'damn you, Nomura' train, however that's when i realized that it's because i want MORE of her on screen. but what we have seen, if you pay attention, is honestly intriguing to me. sorry if it just doesn't work for you

[blaithnne]

The first Heron design I showed off was from before Confidential Casefiles, so I thought I’d show you guys her look after she gets her new arm. Plus a few changes I made to her character for this AU! Just realised the way I placed my signature makes it look like I’M her worst enemy, whoops.

Meet the Cast!

╰┈➤ Canon ☄. *. ⋆

→ Scrooge McDuff → Matilda McDuff → Hortense McDuff → Qalhata Duiker → Goldie O'Gilt → Jack Duckworth → Bentina Beakley → LÙ Huifen (pre-caseflies) → Ludwig Von Druska → Bradford Butcher

╰┈➤ OCs ☄. *. ⋆

→ Lucrais NicRiada

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[shinypokemonshowdown]

Round One

[ID: Two images of shiny pokemon. On the left is a silver grey corviknight. On the right is a brown, yellow and blue krokorok. End ID]

[evilwriter37]

For the art asks: 1, 11, 12 :3

1. Art programs you have but don’t use

I think I got rid of all the art programs on my phone now that I have an ipad. On my ipad I just have procreate. I’m curious to try out something else, but I’m also bad at change.

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what?

Generally any kind of music that I have on my phone. It depends on what I’m in the mood for. I listen to modern/epic orchestra, movie scores, alternative, rock, and cinematic alternative. All very cool genres, in my opinion! (Though I haven’t listened to rock in quite a while. Not sure why, come to think of it. Might be too heavy for me, at the moment.)

12. Easiest part of the body to draw.

As a portrait artist it’s literally just the easiest for me to draw faces. I kind of want to branch out, and have been trying to, but ugh, comfort zones are so… comforting.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

how do you cut your hair??? I have 2a/b hair and its soooo hair to cut. don't you have super curly hair? thats skill right there

well, i used to cut hair as a teenager (learned it from my mom growing up because she always cut my dad's hair and often ours too. she isn't a professional, but my dad's haircut hasn't been anything crazy for all the time i've known him). never got an actual degree in it, but i worked for a while at a hairdresser (she let me do way more things than i should have been allowed to do just because she knew me), and for many years cut pretty much everyone i knew (maybe 30-40 was the max people back when i was 18. lol my life was very different back then.......). but then i stopped sometime around the age of 20 because it was never really something i wanted to do, just a skill i knew (because i'm like a swiss army knife with all the practical skills i have. idk makes my loved ones lives a little easier with the thing i can just give a hand with) and then at some point it just kinda snowballed with the amount of people who then wanted to get their hair done by me because they were starving students and hadn't learned my own worth yet and stuff..... so yeah, now i just cut my own hair. saves me a ton of money though, so that's cool.

[libiid0]

atiny on insta have got to learn how to act bc i swear to god if i see another video of hongjoong posted with one of those godawful baby voice audios and the comments are full of people being likeuwu he's so smol 🤏🤏everything he does is so babie.... so small and cute i put him in my pocket our precious captain🥺🥺 i am going to go fucking insane

[kimikitti]

Hi! Sorry if there’s a lore doc or something I missed but I saw your new Obi design and the overblot doodles and would love to know the lore! From my understanding, Obi can consume magic? Did he use that to tame overblots? I’m completely enamored by the idea that all these big scary monsters are just hanging out in Ramshackle. Are the house wardens comfortable visiting with them around?

Co-parenting with the manifestation of your childhood trauma is always better with a smoothie.

(LOL there is no lore doc. It's just me cryptically posting about Obi and the phantoms and then bouncing. Thank you for the wonderful opportunity for me to rant about the lore I have bouncing around my brain. Also, I probably should make a tag to make all this lore stay in one place. Rant below the cut (May contain slight spoilers))

Obi and the phantoms:

To answer your first question: Yes, Obi can consume magic. In fact, he needs to consume it to survive. When he consumes magic, they taste like words and information. If he eats a spell, Obi gains an understanding of the spell's nature and effects. Repeated consumption of the same spell can lead to greater revelations. Obi is not totally conscious of this ability, as the information he gains seems to have always existed to him.

Did he use that to tame overblots?

No, the phantoms are not really beings that can be tamed. Obi devoured them during the overblot. And wakes up with a book in his clutches. Said books are how he summons the phantoms once again.

Each phantom takes on a personality and ability separate but similar to their original creator. Some phantoms are more willing than others to be cooperative.

Obi doesn't really mind much. Unwanted creations should stick together. It's better than being alone.

Are the house wardens comfortable visiting with them around?

Some of them are, for some it takes more time to warm up to the idea of the phantoms. After all, its hard to be totally ok with a being born of their worse moments. I can run through some general attitudes.

Riddle: Absolutely terrified at first. But seems dedicated to "educating" his phantom. He comes around a lot. (The phantom loves this)

Leona: Comes by frequently but he does not seem to show a strong interest in his own phantom, brings meat. (The phantom also appears uninterested in its creator, but has been seen curling around leona while he's taking a nap)

Azul: Does not come by at all. (The phantom hates this, but understands)

Jamil: The phantom often seeks Jamil out frequently, seems to have a strong desire to bring gifts to its creator. It is unclear how Jamil feels about this. (Jamil is unsure about this, Kalim loves this)

Vil: The phantom hides from Vil. It is ashamed. (Vil dislikes this, but is trying to coax it out)

Idia: Ortho... sleeps most of the time. He wishes to be near his brother but is often not strong enough to be the dominant desire among them. Idia and Ortho visit frequently they love to play video games together. (Ortho loves this)

Malleus:

(I honestly love coming up with the phantoms and their respective lore so if you're interested to learn more please let me know! Thank you for the questions)

[mikeypubes]

'*•.¸♡ ishigami senku as a boyfriend ♡¸.•*'

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SFW

For starters, I will not write anything pre-relationship cause even I don't know how you can get into a relationship with this dude

You'd have to know him for a long ass time, though, because he needs to know you in and out to actually like you

And liking someone and having a relationship are two separate things for Senku

You best start learning how to lucid dream about him giving you affection because he will show affection maybe once a light year

ESPECIALLY not in front of other people

His love language is probably quality time and acts of service (for him, he wants hard labor, and for you, he shows his love by making small things for you)

Sometimes, he can show his love through gift-giving, too

If it's a really emotional moment, he might accept a hug or maybe even a kiss... MAYBE so don't get your hopes up 😍

He won't initiate any "romantic" physical contact, especially hugs, but he'll accept them most of the time, especially if you two are in private

Kisses might be a bit easier for him to give because it's just a light peck and he can go back to his work

That being said, he's surprisingly gentle with you if you two are dating

I've seen so many head canons of him being so... "daddy" guys... he's really not.

Hates cheesy/cliche romantic stuff, and will never try to do them to impress you.

Maybe he'll impress you with a scientific invention but that's about it

The only nicknames you'll get from him are maybe "dumbass" and "idiot" (which goes to show he's not gonna be cheesy)

Okay but he would remember every single detail about you and all the important dates/events

He'll never miss your birthday and he's always gonna get you something nice, like a plushie or a necklace, whatever stuff you're into

He remembers your likes, dislikes, anything about your past, etc.

He really likes having you in his lab and explaining science to you, even if you don't understand jack shit

He has 0.01℅ more patience when it comes to you than with other people 👍

Sometimes he'll pause and think about how illogical he's become

He would never admit it, but he'd genuinely risk his whole life for you

Sorry guys he will not introduce you as his girlfriend

Not because he wants to hide it or anything, he just doesn't go around telling everyone that you're his girlfriend and whatnot

He doesn't tell you anything about his true true feelings (or many personal facts, like his favorite foods, etc.) but after time, you can kinda tell, it's just a thing you two share

You and Gen had to work miracles to figure out his birthday lmfao 💀

So you don't have to tell him how you're feeling, 9 times outta 10, he already knows

Though he thinks it's troublesome, he'll be considerate if some stuff make you jealous or uncomfortable

You're still not exempt from physical labor though so chop chop get to work 👏

Good luck trying to make him jealous though 💀👍

The only semi-particle of jealousy he'd show is slight distrust

Like if a guy was acting too friendly with you, he'd just kinda treat him the way he treated Tsukasa at first

He's not doing it because he's afraid of losing you though LOL

On that note, a big part of a relationship for Senku is trust, so if he's dating you, he trusts you 100% and expects the same from you, so jealousy from your end can sometimes annoy him

He also doesn't get jealous for that same reason (although he's mainly just not a jealous guy)

Since he's not big on physical affection, the first couple of months you guys were dating, you had more than one instance where you seriously thought you hallucinated him accepting your confession

You genuinely doubted he liked you because he NEVER says it

But then, slowly, you came to notice that there's small things he does for you that he doesn't do for other people

For example, he always stands super close to you, or tries his best to explain things simply to you because he loves sharing his hobbies with you, or even listening to you rant about whatever the hell, even though he wouldn't be that tolerant to other people

They're not really "affectionate" things but they became special to you so that's that

Since you two don't show physical affection in front of everyone, no one knew you two were dating until like months later, when you mentioned it casually, and to say they were shocked is an understatement

NSFW

I'm not really gonna get too deep into this because I might do a whole other post for it

But in general, I think Senku would be very casual with the concept of sex

Like you guys would be months into the relationship, maybe even a year, and you still would have no clue if he even wants to do it because he'll never ever bring it up

It's not that big of a deal for him, he can survive without it lmfao

He also hates rushing things when it comes to a serious relationship

He's not dumb, though, he knows that relationships include sex and it's not that he's never thought of it, he just won't openly discuss it with you

Mainly because you two are way too busy

But if it were to happen, it would be one of two cases:

You bring it up and talk to him about it

Or it literally just happens out of nowhere (this being more likely)

So if you two were in a private place, and I guess you were smooching, one thing would lead to another, there would be no words exchanged, just him occasionally making sure you're fine

Also on that note, even though he knows everything about everything, keep in mind he's a teenage boy who's never been in a relationship before, so technically, he knows what to do, but he also doesn't... If that makes sense?

Like he knows it might hurt, so he'll be super slow and he'll make sure you're 100% okay

He doesn't know how to be super intimate, he just knows the technical part of it

Either way, he doesn't have a high libido, so sex isn't a big thing for him, it just comes naturally when you two are in the mood

(PHEW THAT WAS LONG AS SHIT)

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[mountain-lion-gremlin]

omg this is ME but I'm a cougar!! I don't know if you agree, but I feel like half of me is human, and the other half isn nonhuman, or completely an animal. It doesn't help that my cougar is naturally very quiet and stays hidden within myself (due to past trauma yay) so I never knew until 3 years ago what I was. I just go by physical nonhuman, or werecougar at times :b

I actually first came from the p-shifter community (which is special if you find the wrong places, but great if you find the right people. Can be really toxic if you stumble across the wrong people *cough cough*.) But I just sort of belong to nowhere when it comes to it all. Mesh with p-shifters best due to how close our experiences are, but not really my cup of tea for all of the drama and constant, strange berating if you aren't xyz. Don't fit with therians either doesn't feel like me. Nonhumans, yall chill.

Wish that the old community was still around. I mean pre-2010s, where I felt like things were much simpler and similar to what I feel. Also feeling sort of like newer people never find out that these places even exist due to the idea that we are stuck completely human forever :/

So, Ive found that my identity is a bit more complicated than I think it is. I don't like using the term therian for myself. I'm fine with the term otherkin, but I like to generally just call myself non-human, wolfkin, or a werewolf. But I've found that the reason I call myself a werewolf or werewolfkin is because I feel like some kind of wolf-human shifter of some sort. I've found that the kind of "werewolf" I am is more like a human with some animal parts like a tail, ears, claws and back paws (like the webtoon watermelon for an example off the top of my head) or a human than can turn into a wolf (like twilight) than your typical wolf-beast monster type of werewolf. Because of that, I feel kind of odd calling myself a werewolf even if I like the term a lot and feel like it suits me. I'm unsure of my identity, as I don't feel human, but I do?? Not human, but some half-human hybrid. I only feel human in that sense. Maybe I'm just a wolf and I'm basing this off of phantom shifts, maybe I'm a werewolf of a certain kind, I don't know. But as I'm new to the general alterhuman community, I guess I have plenty of time to explore that and figure it out.

[venuslcver]

jayj maybank struggled with constant, unwavering uncertainty that was entirely paralyzing. never relenting for even the briefest moments in time — a prime example of his environment.

however, after eleven, entirely too long months of an on-and-off relationship — a girl would lol her eyes when the same excuses were thrown at her when broken up with, every time.

"i-im like really fuck'n sorry. i just can't be do'n this, you know?"

the same look would be given when he would come back crawling to you after one, two weeks max of being broken up. to which you would inevitably cave — becoming putty to his touch. stuck in a constant, revolving loop.

on the occasional chance, the most recent time, you saw him well, happy. it had been longer than the standard few weeks, close to a month, maybe two.

unlike the others, this time you let go of the nagging heartbreak that took over you when the inevitable breaking up took place. feeling a lack of judgment towards him. see, you can't feel anger towards someone that you have a clean slate about. someone you let go of a long time ago. slowly you approach him a genuine smile plastered on your face, in contrast to the smirk he has when he catches you in his sight.

like always, jayj is the first to talk, not shying away from applying his confident facade, "you're looking real good, i didn't think you could get, well, y'know hotter. wanna get out of here?"

staring directly into his eyes, not making a peep. that was until he started fiddling with the neckline of the dress you were currently wearing. an agile scoff is tossed entirely into his cast, before completely ignoring his request, and his touchy nature altogether — "i just came over to tell you that you look better. happier."

"well, i think i would be doing a whole'lot better if you gave me some sugar"

besides the annoyingly obvious trait of self-destruction that possessed jayj at a constant rate. he always had impeccable timing for his dumbassry.

"n-nevermind. this was a mistake, you can't take anything seriously," you said, in an annoyed tone with swift movements to exit the situation entirely. it had been the first exchange since the most recent break-up, and all he could bring to the table was his unrelenting childish tendencies.

"wait i-i get this, you leave. i follow." jayj says with full confidence in his voice. though, quick to catch the glance you gave him. yet, he chose to continue.

"so-so no one suspects that we are leaving together"

"i swear you just hear what you want to, i was just coming to say you seem to be doing good, a-and that i have moved on"

let out a gulp as he attempted to nonchalantly catch his breathe at the confession. running his hands through unbrushed, light locks, he spoke asperated, "what? what could you possibly mean, you 'moved on',"

you barely had time to register his air quotes before he continued his rant, "i-if you 'moved on', then e-explain why were you come'n over here trying to y'know?"

a slight shake took control over him when the thought of you. with. another. guy.

"what?! i wasn't trying anything. at. all. i was just checking on you, and y'know i should've known that you would turn it into something it wasn't." "a-and honestly i felt real sorry for you — but, i won't allow myself anymore. you did this to yourself. i was there for you, and you blew it time and time again."

feeling completely hollow inside from the entire confession that took place, you only had it in you to push to walk away. leaving jayj maybank, standing alone, entirely by himself.

[bunnyksj]

The Perfect Girl - MYG x Reader

Summary: Yoongi makes sure his pretty girl feels even prettier in his lovely red rope <3 

Author’s Note: fuck it yoongi smut lol, my first fic yay !! sorry if its short or not written very well, i'm getting used to it lol, ASLO thanks for all ur requests i'm working on them rn >_< i was listening to this song while writing this teehee :3

TAGS: smut duh, short and sweet, established relationship, PWP, bondage, possessiveness, bro hits it raw (pls wrap the willy), he calls you his slut lol, dom/sub themes, sub!reader, creampies, cunnilingus, VERY slight dumbification, like if you squint lmao.

WORD COUNT: 1k 

Yoongi has always adored you. His perfect, sweet girl. He hates seeing your pretty face scrunched up in a frown, tired from working your damn ass off. It pained him to see you come home everyday, your hand running through your hair, hearing your angry rants about the stupid fucks you worked with. You looked  much better like this. Your pleading eyes gazing up into his, spread out on your bed, hands tied to the headboard and legs tied apart, open and ready for him. The dark crimson hue of the rope matches perfectly with your complexion, he picked it out just for you. 

“So fucking perfect baby…” 

He growls, his dark eyes roaming over your body. His hands brush across your jaw, pressing down on your bottom lip, his own roughly meeting yours. Such a little slut you were, getting him all worked up. He slowly crawled over you, his hand reaching out to grab your tied ones, slowly running his hands over the thick rope. You whined as he traced two fingers over your leaking slit, caressing and worshiping your pretty pussy, sinking them in to open you up.  

“Such a good girl..gonna make you feel so good…so full. Just open you up for me baby..” 

You nodded softly, whimpering as his fingers continued to work open your cunt. His eyes focused on the way your slick covered his fingers and leaked onto the sheets, moaning softly at the sight. 

“Fuck…I need to be inside you baby..need to fuck you, make you feel so full..do you want it baby? Tell me..” 

“Please…” You cried, bucking your hips as best you could. “Wanna feel you….want you to fill me up…please..” 

He flashes a soft smile, leaning closer to you, his cockhead rubbing against your puffy folds, leaking precum. He trails kisses down your neck, softly biting and licking up to your ear, whispering darkly. 

“That’s it baby…” 

He pushes into your body, and you gasp. His thick length stretches you open, nice and wide, filling you to the brim. He soothingly runs his hands over your stomach. When you’ve adjusted he begins to move his hips, slamming into yours, rubbing right up against your sweet spot. His hands grip your waist, lifting up your hips, tugging at the ties on your lower legs, as he rams into your body. He moves one of his hands to softly trace over your nipple, pinching it softly, before he leans down to nip it gently. 

“You feel so fucking good…” He growls, obsessed with the feeling of your body against his. “My fucking slut…this is what you wanted right…don't gotta think about nothing else now. Just let me make you feel good, okay?” 

You whine, your back arching and eyes rolling back, whining desperately. The restraints of the rope limiting your eager movements, controlling the urge to fuck yourself back onto him. Making you feel completely under his control. 

“Yoongi….so full..” 

He smirks into your neck. “I know, sweet baby. Feels good doesn't it…” 

“Yes~!” 

You cry, your bodies crashing and bouncing in sync together, sweat forming on both of your brows. He leans down to steal you in a passionate kiss, his tongue roaming your mouth possessively, pulling away with a smirk, his tongue running over his top teeth, as he continues ramming his hips into yours, claiming every inch of your delicate body. 

“F-fuck..gonna fucking cum…gonna fill my slut up. Tell me you want it baby…” 

“Please…wanna cum. I wanna…feel you..fill me up..so fucking good…Yoongi…please!” 

Who was he to deny his baby? Especially since your little cunt made him feel so damn good. He admires the way your legs shake and your body bucks up underneath his rope, your tight cunt clenching around him. 

He moans lowly into your ear, filling you up with his thick seed. You whine out, bucking up as you clench around him, cumming around him. He pulls out slowly, his cum leaks out onto the sheets. He rests on his knees, his hands coming behind your back, gripping your ass as he pulls your body closer to his face, as best he can. He licks and bites at your thighs, leaving a pretty trail of hickeys towards your leaking core. He worships your pretty pussy, licking and suckling over your clit and inside your needy hole. 

“So sweet and pretty, my little slut. You love this don't you?” 

“Mhm…!” You whine, overstimulated, soft gasps escaping your wet lips. 

He continues to eat you out, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration, moaning softly at the feeling of your combined fluids. He slips his fingers back into you, stretching your already used hole. You whine, your hands pulling against the firm restraints, whimpering in pleasure. 

“Yoongi..feels so good…” 

“I know, sweet girl. So fucking pretty for me. Just keep letting me take care of you.” 

You throw your head back, your eyes clouding with lust , soft tears of pleasure and overstimulation run down your cheeks as you cum. His tongue doesn't stop probing at your pussy, making sure you ride out your orgasm. 

“So fucking sexy…” He says, his voice husky. He pulls away from your pussy, his lips wet, smiling softly as he leans in to kiss you softly.  

“You okay, baby?” He asks, reaching up to remove the rope keeping your hands secure. 

“Yeah..” You reply, softly, your voice soft and strained from your cries of pleasure. “I'm okay..” 

“I’m glad.” He says, softly smiling, as he removes the rope from around your legs. You lie back, sighing. Your body is exhausted, but satisfied. He snakes his hands around your waist, holding you close to his chest, stroking your hair as you fall into a peaceful sleep. His eyes filled with admiration and love for you. 

Yoongi always took such good care of you. This was how he liked to see you, his  pretty girl, sleeping soundly with a sweet smile on your lips, all your stress gone. What more could he want? 

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[p0rk-guts]

YAAAAALL IT'S ANGEL DUST!!!!! bro I'm so exited to tell u about him hehehehe he might be my fav redesign of the bunch idk

Comparison & rant!⬇️ + A bug/spider cw. I put reference images in there!

Ok guys can I be honest with you. I think. Pilot and pre-pilot Angel were peak 😔 I'M SORRY I'M BREAKING MY SILENCE

Like whaaat... WHAAAT.... I'm sorry he served here he had the BEST design idc idc you can't change my mind. These were NOT bad designs. I've got a slight preference to his oldest design but even then the pilot design was great to me.

THIS however...

OooOOOH MY GODDDDD THEY NEUTERED HIM!!?! NO tits, three measly ugly stripes on an uglier coat, LONG GLOVES THAT ARE MISMATCHED??? ONE OF THEM HAS THESE WEIRD... WHITE FLAPS?? WHO— WHAT. WHY. AND THEY GO OVER HIS LONG SLEEVES 😭😭😭

I'm sorry but Angel will always be the most egregious case of character assassination in this show, design and character wise. He sucks now and I used to love him.

Okay enough crying let's get serious.

So yeah show Angel sucks. Removing his chunky gloves removed a lot of the fun shape in his silhouette so now he's just a gangly twink. Very little visual interest. Also hate hate hate how his new mismatched gloves are pulled over his long sleeve coat. So dumb. Hate it.

Also explain to me how he's gradually gotten less tits but has simultaneously become more femboy-ified..... So many people immediately mistake him for a girl.......

They also mistake him for. Literally anything but a spider. Once again Viv can't code or theme characters for shit. I also don't like how his face changed... I can't describe it but It's so much less appealing and charming. Something in the eyes and his little cheek bump. Idk. Really hate show Angel props to the animators for making him watchable with his bold animation ts was real nice

Okay onto my Angel! He's now a goldenrod crab spider now! Thank you @/cryptablog for this idea!! (Not tagging them bc they hate the hellaverse with a burning passion lol 💀) They can be white with pinkish markings like our og Angel but most of them are tinted yellow or completely yellow!

I decided to make him most similar to that mid ground mix of yellow and white with pink-er markings. 1 because I kept lust pink and I feel like that'd be a prominent sin of his (+ purple is in here a lot bc I feel like he'd also be pride aligned! Purple is now the pride color :3) and 2 because the yellow tone in his fur is kinda meant to connect him to Husk in a way... Cuz that's kinda his main color... Idk maybe I'm onto nothing with that one BUT his primary color is purple and Husk's primary color is yellow(ish)! Complimentary boyfriend's!!! Are you seeing my vision!!!!! (Also on a lesser note his colors look more similar to my fav version of Angel aka his design from the pre-pilot ref sheet I showed)

Another idea you can thank Cryptamen for is him being partially translucent in places just like real goldenrods!!!! The idea behind that was because he was in the mafia in life and he had to be really stealthy at times so now in certain environments he's harder to see... Maybe he can even turn fully invisible for a bit... There's also possible character reasons to consider tying in there as well... Ough very cool idea 10/10

Gave him 4 legs and 4 arms + the big abdomen to really make him scream spider bc yes spider boys can be hot and no Viv was not willing to CAPITALIZE on that 😒 Also lengthened his fangs... Also moved his eyes to his forehead to make them more prominent and hopefullyyyy seem more like eyes. Idk. And now he's got pointy little pedipalps as well!!!

Gave him his boobs back bc he deserves them and just generally gave his body more shape (though the second set of legs definitely helps lol). Slightly de-twinked... But not by much...

Once again looked up some common hairstyles at the time and people loooved their hairspray and curls, or swoops, or waves— they were gettin funky with it. Hard to emulate that on his nonhuman skull so I took some artistic liberties applying ideas from common styles onto him.

Didn't do much research at awl for his clothes... I mean... He's not wearing much to begin with... I kept the long gloves bc I thought they had potential to look cute and I have him rolled cuffs on short sleeves. Wanted to keep the style simple but otherwise I would've drawn button clasps keeping them in place. No notes on the thigh high heels so I kept them. Everything else is just kindaaaa whateverrrr EXCEPT THE NECKLACE. Though it was hella funny and fitting

And that's awl folks.... Do u like him do u fuck with him.... Let me knowwww....... Okay byeeee ✌🏾🧍🏾‍♀️

[crabdrabbles]

Hiii Crab so happy to see you write outside of our rants/idea chats and my fellow delulu cod enjoyer! Would love to request Platonic!141 + Reader (sorry if this is long and somewhat confusing lol). You can do headcanons, drabble or whatever you comfy for. An idea that popped in my head kinda semi personal: Civ or 141! Reader though has parents and family is the reader is quite something else. Reader despite having somewhat normal upbringing still feel empty; they shouldn't be feeling this numb and empty deep inside of them. The reader craves the love that they give but couldn't or lack of receiving it back, though they don’t expect it or selfishly want it. Just someone who understands them even in their deepest darkest secret or flaw then boom cue the task force 141 unexpected yet welcoming to their life and maybe the one that the Reader can lean and let them be vulnerable on (finally).  

Take your time on doing this Looking for to your other writing genuinely -Cee, your fellow Soap delulu

GN!Reader & 141 (Mostly Price)

Warnings: Slight angst Ships: None. A/N: This absolutely ran away from me and I do not at all regret it, hope you enjoy, Cee!!! Words: 3549

Almost your entire life had been a cycle of self doubt that also started to churn and twist into self-hatred. You blamed yourself for the feelings. Afterall, you had a relatively normal upbringing. Two parents who were both present in your life, both of whom worked so that you all had food on the table and a roof over your head. A luxury that very few had.

The least you could do for them is follow the path that they wanted to put you on, no matter how much you didn’t want to do it. Because you loved them. 

So you excelled in your education, studying hard to try and impress your parents– to make them love you just as much as you loved them for everything that they did for you for your entire life. They wanted you to do all three sciences despite the additional workload it would add to your already stretched thin time? Then you would do them, take any extra classes after school in order to keep up with the work and not lag behind any of your peers. 

There was no such thing as a social life, either, not when you had homework and projects due. Friends were few and far between. Generally, most people left when they realised how hyper focused you were on your grades instead of social interaction. 

Did a classmate get a higher grade than you on a test? Well obviously you didn’t study hard enough, you just needed to dedicate more time to school even though school was all you had.

Did you get the highest marks in the class? Good, that was what was expected of you. Why didn’t you get full marks? You were better than that. You would do better because you loved your family. They showed it in their own way, of course, by encouraging you to study harder and get better grades. That was their love language, and yours was doing as they asked without a second thought. Because, at the end of the day, you were lucky to have an upbringing like you had. You would ignore the hollow void clawing at your chest because you had no right to feel that way– not when you had a roof over your head and parents that loved you(?).

It was when you came top of the class with full marks in a recent test, you came home with a beaming smile on your face and proudly showed the test to your parents. They took the papers from your hands, flipping through your work with critical eyes, before handing the papers back to you. 

‘Well done, we’re so proud of you.’ That was all you wanted them to say to you. That was all you needed to hear. To know that they loved you. 

‘Your penmanship is terrible.’ Was what you got instead. When you tried to point at the big 100% in green pen, you were waved away. ‘How are you expected to get a job when you write like a child? I’m surprised the teacher could even read your answers’. 

After several years of balancing a work and educational life and paving a way for a line of work that you didn’t want for parents you should have been grateful to have, you decided that enough was enough. 

No matter how hard you worked, no matter how high your marks were, they would never be proud of you. They would never return the love that you had for them until you nearly killed yourself trying. 

Spending your entire childhood, teenagehood and all of your current adulthood trying to please your parents predictably would damage one’s psyche. You had no friends, family who had never been devoted to you as you were to them, and high grades serving as the foundations to a prison-like future.

You dropped out of University. The only option forward that you saw was joining the army in the vain hope that the empty feeling inside of you would dissipate when you actually did something that you believed was more worthwhile than any University course. 

So you threw yourself into the military, working harder than all of the other recruits and training at every chance you could.

Your skills and determination became widely recognised amongst your peers. It took several years, but you eventually caught the eye of none other than Captain John Price. 

Impressed by your willpower that not many soldiers possessed, he offered you a place on the 141. 

Naturally, you agreed. You believed that being part of such a well renowned and respected team would finally beat back the lingering self doubt and emptiness that had curled itself around your heart.

It didn’t. If anything, it made it worse.

You were invited to join the 141, sure, but they had already established their own relationships between each other, had already bonded into a close knit group, and you were simply an outsider. Yes, you had been hand picked by Price himself, but that didn’t mean you were part of the team. They had their own inside jokes that they told to one another, leaving you feeling left out on most days.

And you felt… lacking around them. Ghost was stronger, Gaz was faster, Soap was smarter (he was a demolitions expert for crying out loud!), and Price was almost all of those rolled into one. They all complimented each other as a team. Meanwhile you felt like a spare tyre, a master of nothing and barely a jack of any trade. 

Despite how you felt about it all, they all called you ‘kid’. Regardless of age gaps between yourself and the rest of them, the nickname stuck mostly because you were the newbie. It came as a surprise that it wasn’t spat with vitriol as your peers before had, but it was in fact said with… an affection you couldn’t quite place.

You couldn’t ignore the hole in your chest that had been chipped at over the years, forming a gaping maw that no reassurances could really mend. 

Doubt lingered in the back of your mind, chipping away at your sanity as you prepared for the worst. How long would it take before they realised you weren’t good enough? 

You were so deep in your doubts that you didn’t realise that you had been distancing yourself even more than before until you overheard a conversation in Price’s office a few months down the line.

“-- they don’t belong on the team.” Gaz said as you passed Price’s office and your heart dropped. It was only the tailend of what he had been saying but you had gotten the gist. You wanted to stay, to listen to the conversation more and listen to what your team had to say about you, but you didn’t. What you were going to hear were likely things you had already told yourself right from the start. You keep walking on, ignoring the sting of tears burning in the corners of your eyes. The blood rushing in your ears prevented you from heating the rest of the conversation. 

“-- not only are they acting like they don’t belong on the team, but they’re acting like they’re not good enough.” Gaz continued, sighing in frustration.

“Maybe they need more time.” Ghost rumbled in reply, “Let them come out of their shell a little bit. Best not rush these things.” He was talking from experience, after all.

“Aye… maybe I can invite them out for drinks or sommat? I wouldn’t want them getting transferred before we got to know them a little more.” Soap had been the one that had tried the hardest to get close to you but had also tried to give you space so as to not suffocate you with his personality. 

“They won’t be getting transferred.” Price said with conviction, tapping his desk, “I chose them to be part of this team and this is where they’re going to stay. Let me have a word with them first.”

“Aye, sir.”

— — — — — —

You found yourself in the smoker’s shelter outside the main building. It was late enough that most of the soldiers had gone to bed or off to do their own things elsewhere so you doubted that you would be bothered for a little while. Just enough time for you to get your thoughts together. Your tears had dried in your eyes a few minutes ago, making them sting in the cold air. You didn’t need to look in your reflection to know that you probably looked like a wreck– entirely unbecoming of a soldier of your apparent status. 

You didn’t want to get transferred. Despite your distance with the 141, you didn’t hate them. Far from, actually, you held a great deal of respect for each and every one of them. It was just that you felt like you didn’t have your place amongst them. Not good enough to be associated with them. 

“Bit late to be out here in the cold, chuck.” A voice startled you out of your thoughts– one that you would recognise anywhere from the low rasp of a smoker's lungs. 

“Captain.” You croaked, wincing at the patheticness in your voice. There was a scuff of boots as Price came closer, leaning into your line of vision with a furrowed brow which only furrowed more as he took in your dishevelled appearance.

“Something on your mind?” He asked kindly, perching on the arm of the bench to give you some personal space. He left his question open, allowing you any chance to steer the conversation how you wanted to. There was no judgement for catching you at your lowest, no disgust at your red rimmed eyes— just polite understanding and a non verbal offer of pleasant company. 

“Why did you pick me, Captain?”

The question made him tilt his head, a frown beginning to tug on his features. You were worried you had insulted him.

“What brought this on, huh? Someone say something to you? Need me to have a word with them?” He straightened his back, scowling. Whilst you felt like you didn’t have a place in the 141, you could never deny the shield of protectiveness that Price held over his team. You remember in the back of your mind the day that some General who thought he was hot shit had the audacity to undermine Soap as nothing more than a ‘yappy dog’ when offered the Scot’s demolitions expertise. Price had appeared almost out of thin air and almost ripped the General a new one and things would have escalated into a fist fight had Laswell not intervened. It wasn’t as though Price didn’t think his own soldiers were capable of defending themselves, but he couldn’t care less about punishments aimed his own way over that of his Sergeants and Lieutenant. It was just a surprise that the protective streak extended over you, too, despite your distance to your teammates.

“I’ll sound stupid.” You mumbled, looking down at the ground as if expecting him to chastise you like a child. He didn’t.

“I’ve had my fair share of stupid over the years. Try me.”

“... and ungrateful.”

“I once had a guy punch me in the face two seconds after I took a bullet that would have killed him.” Price countered with a cut off chuckle once he remembered what was probably a mission long finished and cleared his throat. “C’mon, tell Captain what’s on your mind.”

And he sounded so sincere when he said it. Sounded like he genuinely wanted to hear what was going on in your head– that he was willing to waste what was already his important and limited time on someone like you. 

“Sir—”

“John.” Price corrected gently, crows feet more noticeable at the corners of his eyes scrunched up when he smiled, “We’re off duty, you don’t need to be so formal.”

“... John.” You echoed, finding that you really didn’t like saying that. It felt like calling your teacher by their first name in primary school or a classmate’s parent other than their last name. 

“Now, c’mon, tell me what’s on your mind. Might not be a therapist, but I’m better than bottling it up.” You wondered in the back of your mind how often Price did this. Sat with his soldiers and talked with them, offered them a listening ear to hear their vents and fears. You couldn’t help but feel honoured to be one of the few he willingly offered said time to. Your silence stretched on as you thought of the words to say, how to phrase what you wanted to say without sounding unappreciative of the opportunity that Price had offered you when he requested you join his team. 

“I don’t feel like I belong here.” You blurted once the silence had stretched on for long enough to border on uncomfortable. John’s face fell and you quickly realised how bad that sounded and rushed to correct yourself.

“No, no, wait, let me explain–” the Captain closed his mouth to allow you to continue speaking, but you could tell that it was hard for him. “I just… you could have anyone better than me, you know? I’m not a demolition expert. I’m… I’m not the best Sniper. I’m the slowest on the team, pretty sure I’m the weakest–”

“Nope.” Price interrupted, finally breaking the bubble of your personal space as he took a proper seat next to you on the bench but still respecting the distance enough to keep a few inches between you. “Nope, not lettin’ you say another word.”

“But–” 

“Nope.”

“Cap–”

“No.”

“But you could have anyone better—“

“But they wouldn’t be you.” He deflected easily. Far too easily. He leant back on the bench, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his arms over his chest. His fingers twitched and you could tell he was itching for a cigar but didn’t light one out of respect. 

“Alright, sure, I can ask Laswell to give me one of the best soldiers in the SAS and have them brought here tomorrow. They could be the best of the best, top of their class, better than you and maybe even better than me. But that’s a bit of a stretch.” He winked and earned a weak chuckle from you. “But they won’t be you. I don’t pick just on skill alone, kid, I pick based on how I feel people would fit into the team. I chose you because I knew that you’d be perfect.”

“As for not being a demolitions expert, let  me let you in on a little secret. I’ve no fucking clue about demolitions, either. And you don’t have to be on the team to be the ‘best Sniper’. You’re better than most, and that’s what’s important. As for being the weakest– did you or did you not bodily lift Gaz in a fireman’s carry during training the other week while he was trying to act as an injured civilian? Quite dramatically, might I add. Swooned and everything.”

You remembered that practice mission. Quite fondly, actually. Gaz was a civilian and , after being struck by a foam bullet from Soap, had dramatically screamed in agony and crumpled to the floor. When you had lifted him up and over your shoulders, the bastard continued to wail something along the lines of telling his non-existent spouse that he loved them and that his money be given to his equally non-existent children. Soap got in another shot to the man’s head, knocking off his cap in the process. Distracted as you were trying to haul your teammate out of the danger zone, you couldn’t help but laugh thinking about it now. 

“Last time I checked, Gaz is somewhat heavier than a sack of flour. Don’t tell him I said that, I’ll hurt his feelings.” Price was right, you supposed. You were more than capable of carrying Gaz over your shoulders, maybe even Soap or Price himself if the time called for it. Ghost you weren’t so sure about, though. The man was a walking mountain. 

“What I’m trying to say is that you have to give yourself more credit. You’re more than good enough to be on my team. I chose you for a reason.”

You… did not expect that sort of reassurance from Price. You had hoped for something along those lines, yes, but perhaps with a thrown in criticism or three. You waited for a ‘but’ that never came. The man snorted beside you and when you gave him a quizzical look, he waved off your concern.

“Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think the next thing out of your mouth would be that your parents never hugged you as a kid.”

Your silence made him slowly turn his head towards you. It would have almost been comical if the situation wasn’t. His face crumbled and a wounded sound emerged from his throat.

“Sometimes they did!” You rushed to defend the people that raised you. “And they gave me food and shelter, clothes when I needed them–”

“Fucking hell. No, that’s what they’re supposed to do because they’re your parents. What about telling you that they were proud of you? That they loved you? I saw your records. Top of your class in not just your training but in your education, too. Triple sciences, mathematics, all of it. They had to be proud of you for that? My parents would have killed for me to get even a passing grade in my GCSEs.” You looked down at the ground and it was Price’s turn to have his eyes fixed on you. 

“They were proud of you, weren’t they?” He asked again, leaning forwards so he could catch your eye, his own filled with concern. “Kid?”

“I don’t talk to them much anymore.” 

Price inhaled sharply and he leaned back again, looking around and clenching his jaw as if fighting back his anger. His fingers twitched again. You admired his self control as he was still yet to grab a cigar that you knew he kept on his person. Usually in his breast pocket while his lighter was in his right pocket.

“Listen to me.” The Captain said, a more stern edge to his voice now that he had gathered his thoughts together. “Whatever your family said to you— how they treated you? Forget it. They showed you obligation. Not love. They didn’t want what was ‘best’ for you, they wanted bragging rights. What you’ve achieved– here, in bootcamp, in university and in school, is something to take pride in– no, no, look at me.”

Your gaze had trailed to the side so you avoided looking at your Captain in the eyes. He noticed and clicked his fingers to gain your attention back on him.

“Don’t look away from me because I want you to listen to what I’m gonna say and I want you to look at my face as I say it.” Your eyes met his blue ones, “You should be proud of everything that you’ve achieved in your life. I’m sorry that your family never told you that and I’m sorry that I haven’t said that enough to you since you joined 141.”

You opened your mouth to say something– to argue or disagree but he shook his head.

“No. It’s my turn to speak now. I’m proud of you. I am so proud of you. Everything you’ve done and everything that you’re yet to do, I will always be proud of you. You’re an exemplary soldier and I knew the moment I saw you that you would be a perfect addition to the 141 and you have proved me right time and time again. You belong on this team just as much as the rest of the boys. Do you understand?”

So many words– proud, proud, proud. That’s all you had wanted to hear for so many years from someone whose opinion mattered to you. You wanted to be seen and Price, this godsend of a man, had seen you and more.

“Kid, do you understand me?”

You nodded once and then realised that Price wouldn’t have been able to tell through your shaking. Tears blurred in the corners of your eyes and you nodded again, not trusting your voice in case it shattered. 

“What do you need from me?” Price’s voice was oh so soft, like he was talking to a frightened fawn. He could see how much his words had affected you and it clearly broke his own heart.

“A hug.” Your bottom lip wobbled and his face softened as he opened his arms, twitching his fingers to urge you closer.

“I can do that.” 

You leaned into him and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, drawing you in close. You could smell the lingering scent of his last cigar. The smell of his office and cleaning oil. You felt his chin on the top of your head and felt how his chest rumbled as he spoke.

“You’re part of the 141 whether you like it or not, alright? Me and the boys want you here for as long as you want to be.”

At that moment, for the first time in your life. You felt wanted. You felt appreciated and you felt seen.

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<3hi! I love the way you right Steve, I have a smut idea where reader and Steve get into a argument or something, maybe at a party a girl was flirting with Steve and he didn't notice it, and once reader is clearly upset he feels so bad because he truly didn't notice it hurt reader:/ (our Stevie would never do such a thing) which is why he promises to make it up to her by making her feel good ;)

Loooooove this idea! sorry it took so long, I kept changing stuff around lol hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing! :)

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: MDNI! Fluff, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering

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You feel the cool air wrap around you as your feet rush you away from the party and onto the side walk. Your face hot, cheeks red and anger fills your body. Steve, your boyfriend, trailing hot behind you, suddenly you feel his hand wrap around your wrist stopping you.

“baby where are you going?” he asks innocently, in an attempt to understand the sudden turmoil in your demeanor.

You yank your wrist away and continue walking.

There’s a sudden shift in his tone “honey what’s wrong?” he asks.

“seriously Steve?” you push out, turning to look at him “that girl was so obviously flirting with you and you did nothing!!!” you shout, waving your hand dismissively.

“what are you talking about? flirting? she wasn’t flirting?” he says, a bit of honest confusion in his voice.

You don’t even reply, you just let out a scoff, turning your heel and continuing your walk back to his house. The distance was short, as the party had taken place just a few houses down.

The little bit of alcohol in your system is already starting to tool with your emotions. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you fought them back, the frustration taking over; Can he really be that oblivious? You didn’t want to talk, you wanted him to understand something so simple without you having to explain.

“babe will you just slow down please?” he says as he catches up to you, his breath visible in the cool night air, his large body moving in front of yours, stopping you. His hand gently finds its way to your waist, “I didn’t notice it okay?” he says, eyes trying to meet yours. “Just how you didn’t notice I left till I was halfway down the driveway? you were too busy answering her questions and being completely oblivious to her obvious advances” you rant, realization slowly dawned on him, eyes getting softer.

You turn away from him to cross the street, quickly making your way up Steve’s driveway, pushing open his front door and making your way upstairs to his bedroom.

”cant we talk about this?” he says as he quickly trails up the stairs, following you into his room. “I thought- shit, I guess I thought she was just being friendly” he admits, his hands rushing through his hair, a hint of realization in his voice as he recalls the events, feeling like total shit he didn’t realize sooner. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner okay? I didn’t intend to hurt you sweetie” he finishes, his voice soft and sincere as he makes his way towards you, hands meeting your hips pushing you softly onto his bed.

The back of your knees meet his bed and you sit down, before scooting back against his headboard his hands helping to guide you, a pout sits on your face, you know he means it, you know your sweet boyfriend would never allow a girl to flirt with him when he has you, you know he wouldn’t even give her the time of day, you know he would never do anything to upset you.

He scans your face with those soft eyes of his, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing the area there “talk to me please” he demands.

you finally meet his gaze, feeling bad for your outburst “i’m sorry for storming out on you like that, I just thought you were doing it on purpose” you share, tilting your head down, breaking away from his gaze, your hand moving to rest over his.

“no no don’t apologize baby, I should be the one apologizing” he tells you, his hand bringing your face back up so your eyes meet again, his lips leaning in to meet yours.

“ur not mad at me anymore are you?” he asks once he pulls away from the kiss

“no Steve” you say, kissing him again

But he still feels it, he still feels that hint of insecurity that lingers on you, desperate to show you how much you matter to him.

He slowly begins to kiss down your neck, between every soft kiss placed is a mumbled “i’m sorry”, as he trails down your chest, lifting your shirt up in the process to kiss the skin there he follows up with more “i’m sorry’s” till he gets to your thighs, kissing the inside of them, “hate when you’re upset” he says in a pout, “let me make it up to you yeah?” he mumbles, and you just can’t help but surrender to him, legs growing weak.

He slowly and softly tugs your pants down, hand gripping your knees to widen your legs for him, his lips brushing against the fabric of your panties that sits over your cunt, placing a soft kiss there, his sharp nose poking your clit through your panties, the friction mixed with his warm breath causes your heart to jump.

“you’d like that?” he teases

“mmmm” you hum “Steve please” is all you manage to get out, sinking into his pillows, and suddenly you forget why you were even mad at him in the first place.

In a swift motion he slides your panties down your leg; Your cunt already slick with your arousal, he wastes no time, his tongue gently sliding between your folds, soaking up every drip caused by him. Tongue moving up and down you slowly, eventually dipping into your hole exploring the area he knows so well.

He moves his tongue up to your needy clit, circling the area soft and slow, a way to say how sorry he is. Once and a while, sucking your clit between his lips desperate to only focus on you right now, paying attention to how you buck your hips up to grind your cunt into him, your hands fisting at his hair, moans of his name fall between your lips.

Two of his fingers move to rub over your clit, before moving down, sliding right inside of you, his mouth moving back to your clit to suck and kiss as he pumps his fingers inside of you reaching a sensitive spot deep in you, the tension in your stomach growing stronger. His other hand snaked around your thigh, pressing firmly on your belly to hold you still as you squirm at the pleasure, back arching off the bed.

And it hits you. Your orgasm breaks free, mouth falling open as you give in to complete ecstasy. Steve’s tongue still working magic on your core, riding you through your orgasm, your cunt pulsing again this lips, moans and curses is all that manage to leave your lips, hands griping even harder at Steve’s hair causing him to groan against your cunt, your chest moving up and down, heavy breaths leave your lungs as you try to come down from your high.

Steve removes his mouth from your heat, crawling up the bed to hover over you, crashing his lips onto yours “told you i’d make it all up to you didn’t i” he says, bumping his nose into yours causing you to let out a giggle, before plopping next to you hands moving to your own as he pulls you to his chest, pulling the blanket over the both of you, your head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your arm.

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Reader

First time writing for Mihawk, so I hope I did well

Summary: After running into Shanks and having a lot of drinks, the reader finds fun in poking at their rival, Dracule Mihawk, who arrives; their poking and teasing at one another leads them to a predicament that makes the reader see Mihawk as more than their rival

Warnings: Drinking, Shanks being a drunk goof (LOL), flirting

Word Count: 0.8k

“Y/N!! Sit down and have a few drinks with us, yeah?!”

Red Haired Shanks. It was no surprise to run into him, and I should’ve known that ‘a few drinks' would be a lot.

I was laughing and chatting it up with Shanks at this bar he and his crew stopped by, nearly clearing the place of liquor. There were no hard feelings between Shanks and me, so I wasn’t scared to let my guard down, even when my rival walked through the door.

“Mihawk?! What a lovely surprise! It’s just one big pirate party in here, aye?!” Shanks was so drunk he was wobbling in his seat, encouraging Mihawk, “C’m ‘ere and get a drink!”

“Drunk as usual,” He shook his head at Shanks, coming to the bar where we were sitting, eyes darting over to me, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“It’s a crazy world we live in,” I shrugged, smirking at him, “You, of all people, should know that.”

“That I do,” He mumbled, obviously having an attitude when Shanks butted his head into our conversation:

“OH MAN! I just realized you are both here! A little birdy told me that Y/N can rival your skill, Mihawk! Is that true?”

“Don’t make me- “

“Oh, it’s true,” Laughing and cutting off Mihawk, which filled in his words with a bit of annoyance:

“I’ll admit, Y/N is very skilled with a sword. “

Mihawk sounded like he meant those words but was staring at me. I wasn’t in the mood for any hostility, ignoring Shanks’ drunk ranting and winking at Mihawk:

“Relax, hon. I’m not in the mood to have a duel unless you show me a new sword.”

I referenced a specific ‘sword’ of his by quickly glancing between his legs then back up into his eyes, giggling as he got a drink from the bartender, till he leaned over the bar and mumbled:

“What’s so funny? I know for certain that is a ‘sword’ that you wouldn’t be able to handle.”

“Is that a challenge?” Cocking my eyebrow, we just stared deeply into each other’s eyes, but of course, this conversation was ruined by Shanks, who only heard my last words, exclaiming:

“Holy shit! Ya gonna have a duel and put on a show for us?!”

“Shanks, you drunk fool,” Mihawk groaned to himself, taking a sip of his drink while I handled Shanks:

“Sorry, stud, but we’d probably destroy this lovely establishment.”

“Awe, c’mon!” Shanks was too funny to me, cheeks bright red as I stood and said my goodbyes:

“Maybe next time we meet, I’ll put on a show for you.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Y/N!”

Waving and heading out of the bar, I needed to sleep off this buzz before leaving this island in the morning, but footsteps behind me caught my attention.

“Why am I not surprised? Did Shanks convince you to ‘put on a show’?”

“If I did, he’d be stumbling out here to watch,” Mihawk was telling the truth, but my hand rested on the hilt of my sword instinctively, “It’s a bit tempting, though. I noticed that you have a new sword.”

“You’re a bad liar,” Rolling my eyes, I wielded my sword, standing up straight and offering the duel, “Looks like Shanks is going to get what he wanted after all.”

“Who said that I was lying,” Running a fingertip across my blade, he analyzed it before pushing it down to the ground, standing before me, and getting his dig in on me, “Besides, I’d hate to break your new sword.”

“Oh my, I didn’t know you were a comedian in your spare time,” I dished back, putting my sword away.

“How funny,” One thing I didn’t expect from Mihawk was how soft his hand was as he patted my cheek, leaving me speechless for a change, a slight smirk on his face, “You should be grateful that I enjoy having a sparring partner.”

“Sparring partner?” Brushing off my fluster with a scoff, I gave another smirk back, my boldness shining through as I stepped closer to kiss his cheek, whispering to him, “I’m your rival, honey. Now, maybe a little grateful that I don’t show you what I can do?”

“I’m so scared,” He murmured, the tips of our noses brushing together, and it was hard to deny how much I liked having him as a rival, very much enjoying the teasing we kept dishing at each other.

“I wasn’t talking about my new sword,” Licking at my lower lip, I began to fight screaming temptations, observing as he removed his hat.

“You drank too much with Shanks,” He sighed, leaving a peck on my cheek, “We’ll have to see if those feelings remain next time we cross paths.”

Standing there holding my cheek, I was too stunned to speak as he stood tall, put on his hat, and turned away, ready to go about his way.

“You better prepare then,” I couldn’t let him walk away having the last word, but he surely did when he turned his head to me, smirking before disappearing into the night:

“Be careful what you wish for, darling.”

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