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thef1diary · 2 days ago
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Language Of Leaves | F. Colapinto
Summary: Franco begrudgingly agrees to watch your plants, but caring for them leads him to realize he’s growing just as attached to you.
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warnings: fluff, a few spanish sentences - w translation (correct me if it’s wrong!)
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Franco had been wholly reluctant from the moment you asked him to take care of your plants. The request hadn’t even fully left your lips before he shook his head, immediately retreating a step, his hands raised as though warding off some ludicrous proposal.
“¿Estás loca?” (are you crazy?) he’d exclaimed, his brows furrowing in exaggerated disbelief. “You’re asking the wrong person here, I would kill your plants without even realizing. They don’t want me around, trust me.” He looked at the leafy green oasis you had so carefully tended to with a mix of apprehension and resignation, like the plants themselves were quietly mocking him from their pots.
But you knew Franco well, you knew that if you pressed just a little, his tough facade would soften. So, you laid it on thick, giving him that soft, pleading expression that he could never quite resist when it came to you. You looked at him with those big, hopeful eyes, layering in just a hint of sadness. “Franco, please. My plants will wither without someone to care for them. Leaving them alone for two whole weeks… it’d be like abandoning children.”
Your words seemed to strike a nerve. He hesitated, his gaze flicking back to the plants and then to you, a faint crack appearing in his armor. You could practically see the thought unfolding in his mind—imagining you returning home to drooping, lifeless plants, the beautiful greenery reduced to a shadow of what it had been. His resistance wavered.
And then you delivered the final blow: a tiny, almost-mournful pout. You knew it was his Achilles’ heel, the expression that always seemed to make him relent, no matter how absurd the request.
Franco sighed—a long, dramatic sigh, muttering under his breath as he glanced away, pretending as if he hadn’t already lost this battle. Finally, he held out his hand for the paper in yours, grumbling all the while, “fine. Solo por dos semanas.” (only for two weeks)
Franco took the paper with a resigned sigh, eyeing it skeptically as he skimmed the instructions. You had done your best to make it as straightforward as possible, keeping the notes to simple instructions for sunlight and water. Still, he seemed to regard even this minimal guidance as a daunting task, his brows furrowing with each line he read. You could practically see his mind racing, piecing together the responsibility you were trusting him with, and how high the stakes suddenly felt.
But since he had already agreed—thanks to that soft pout of yours he couldn’t resist—he knew it was too late to back out now. He folded the paper carefully and gave you a look, one last attempt to salvage his pride. “I’ll try my best, okay? But if you come back and a plant or two doesn’t make it, that’s not my fault.”
There was a slight smirk on his face, though, as if he was secretly determined to prove himself wrong, to come through for you.
You lean in and press a quick, warm kiss to his cheek, murmuring a soft, “thank you, Franco.” The gesture is small, but the effect is immediate. A flush rises to his cheeks, painting them a rosy pink that he tries to hide by looking away. He clears his throat, obviously flustered, and rubs the back of his neck as though the warmth spreading there might somehow disappear if he just ignores it.
He lets out a low cough, shifting his stance uncomfortably, and mutters, “Yeah, yeah… don’t mention it,” his voice gruff, but betrayed by the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Before you can say anything else, he gives a quick nod and ends the conversation right there, stuffing the paper in his pocket as though ready to make his escape before you see just how much your kiss affected him.
When you finally left for your trip, Franco lingered in the doorway of your apartment, taking in the quiet space that was now his responsibility. He moved to the middle of the room, staring down at the list you’d left him. The handwriting was familiar, your looping letters filling the space with gentle reminders and careful instructions, but it was the little doodles that captured his attention.
You’d sketched a happy monstera leaf next to its name, a tiny sun with a smiling face by the plants that needed more light, and even raindrops beside those that liked extra water. He found his fingers drifting over the paper, tracing each drawing, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Qué linda…” (how cute) he murmured before catching himself and pulling his hand back with a quick cough.
“They’re just plants, Franco,” he told himself under his breath, trying to brush off the warmth in his chest. Still, he couldn’t deny that the thought of you sitting down to make this list—carefully, as if you were entrusting him with a life-or-death mission—made him feel… something.
The first day was straightforward enough. He followed each instruction you’d left to the letter, checking off each plant on your list and measuring out water carefully. Some plants didn’t need watering every day, so he noted the days with reminders on his phone. He’d warned you he wasn’t the best plant sitter, after all, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally prove himself right.
As each day passed, he found himself coming over more often than necessary. Even on days when only one or two plants needed watering, Franco would still make the trip, convincing himself it was “just in case.” What if something went wrong overnight? What if he’d missed something? He checked each plant like they were little patients, leaning close to inspect the soil.
By the fourth day, he was getting into a rhythm. He began with the smaller plants, crouching down to check the moisture in their soil. If it felt too dry, he gave them a splash of water; if it seemed damp, he left them alone.
But then he reached your monstera, the plant you considered your prized possession. He stilled, a strange sensation of dread creeping over him as he noticed the edges of the leaves starting to turn yellow, a slight droop to the usually vibrant foliage. His heart dropped.
“¡Mierda!” (shit) he muttered, kneeling down to inspect the damage. “No, no, no…” Panic crept into his chest as he pictured you coming home to find a mess of dying plants. He knew how much these plants meant to you; you tended to them with such devotion, treating each one like it was a beloved pet.
“No me hagas esto, por favor. ¿Qué te hice?” (Don’t do this to me, please. What did I do to you?) His fingers brushed over one of the yellowed edges, his brow furrowing as he searched for any clue. “I swear, I followed everything she wrote down,” he muttered, almost like he was trying to reassure the plant—and himself. He took out the list and reread the instructions for the monstera, scanning the page as if a hidden solution would suddenly appear.
The room fell silent, save for his own low muttering as he kept inspecting the monstera, turning the pot gently and studying each leaf like a doctor checking a patient’s pulse. “Okay, maybe it needs a little less water? Or more light?” He tried everything he could think of, even nudging the pot slightly closer to the window. “Dios mío,” (my god) he breathed, wiping a hand over his face. “She’s going to kill me if it wilts.”
But then he paused, remembering something else.
Franco looked around at your cozy, plant-filled home, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. He remembered how you’re always doting on these plants, cradling each one gently as you water or trim leaves. He’d always found it amusing, the way you’d coo at it as if it were a pet, fingers lightly brushing over its leaves, calling it mi bebé, whispering reassurances in a soft voice, and he’s never missed the way your face lights up whenever one of them sprouts a new leaf or a flower bud.
Franco never understood it, thought it was just some odd habit. But now, facing the wilting monstera, he wondered if maybe it wasn’t as silly as he’d thought.
He cleared his throat, feeling utterly ridiculous. “Alright, monstruo,” he muttered, using a nickname he’d given the big, leafy plant.
“We’re gonna make this work, ¿sí? No más hojas amarillas, ¿entendido?” (Yes? No more yellow leaves, understood?) He felt silly, but if talking to them helped even a little, he was willing to try.
“She really loves you, ¿sabes? She’d hate to see you like this.” (you know) He reached out and gently touched one of the yellowing leaves, his hand lingering there, almost as if he were holding its hand.
He could picture you now, laughing at him for talking to a plant—to your plant—but he kept going anyway. “I’ll do better, okay? Whatever you need. More sun, less water, whatever it takes. Just… hang in there. Don’t make me break her heart.”
He sat back on his heels, staring at the monstera for a moment longer. He felt strangely connected to it, like he’d made a pact, a silent agreement between them.
In the days that followed, Franco grew more and more attached, unconsciously mimicking the little rituals he’d seen you do. He hummed softly under his breath as he watered, sometimes even pausing to glance at the list you’d left, your handwriting now familiar and endearing to him.
He no longer approached your plants like a checklist to get through. Instead, he slowed down, taking the time to touch each leaf and test the soil carefully with his fingers, just like he’d seen you do a hundred times.
When he came across your spider plant, a small and slightly finicky one that he’d once jokingly called “the diva” because of its stubborn leaves, he paused, lightly brushing his thumb over the thin, arching fronds. “You’re giving me more trouble than all the others combined, you know that?” he said, his voice softer than before, almost like he was confiding in it. “But I get it… you’re probably used to her touch, not mine.”
Each day, he began to greet them with a quiet “hola,” as if entering a room full of familiar faces. He knew the way you did it, how you’d walk in and give each plant a little greeting or a compliment. And now he found himself doing the same thing. “Looking good,” he’d mutter as he checked the moisture of your jade plant, nodding approvingly, even though it was just a plant in silence.
The last thing Franco expected was to miss you. But somewhere between fussing over your plants and memorizing every instruction you’d left behind, he started to notice the silence. Your laughter, your endless chatter about plant care, the way you’d smile as you talked about each one like it had a personality—all of it lingered in the empty spaces of your home, making it feel strangely hollow.
He never said it out loud, but as much as he protested, he enjoyed coming over, having coffee with you as you arranged your plants, rambling about which ones needed more light, which were delicate, and which were “just a little dramatic.” You’d look at him with that soft, knowing smile as he pretended not to care, and though he’d grumble about “too many plants,” he never left without sneaking one last look at your little green haven.
He wondered how you’d react if he managed to keep them all alive. A small part of him—a part he tried not to examine too closely—wanted to see your face light up when you saw the plants, thriving and green, as if he’d managed to preserve something precious to you.
Sitting there on your living room carpet, surrounded by all these green, leafy “babies” you’d entrusted to him, he realized he wasn’t just daydreaming about your reaction to the plants. He found himself wondering what it would be like to be here with you, to share these quiet mornings side by side, maybe with a cup of coffee and your gentle teasing. He imagined your hand on his arm, laughing at his sudden “attachment” to your beloved green haven, and he felt a pang of longing he couldn’t ignore.
Franco had always admired you, but these past two weeks had somehow made him feel closer to you, made him wonder what it would be like if he weren’t just a friend.
He wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, he stopped seeing these plants as “yours” and started treating them like they were his responsibility too.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your two-week trip came to an end. It was well past midnight when you let yourself in, leaving your suitcase by the door as you spotted a lit lamp in the otherwise dark apartment. You padded softly down the hall, stifling a yawn, but stopped in your tracks at the sight that awaited you.
There, in the middle of your living room, was Franco, sound asleep on the floor. His back was against the sofa, his head lolling to one side, and in his hands were two of your plants—your small, temperamental spider plant and your “drama queen” fern. Even in his sleep, he cradled them carefully, as if afraid one wrong move might damage them.
You couldn’t help but smile, taking in the sight of him nestled between your plants, his face softened in sleep, looking far more at peace than you’d ever seen him. You stepped a little closer, crouching down and noticed the smudges of soil on his hands and the slight disarray of the room, as if he’d gone through a nightly ritual of checking on each plant before dozing off right there on the floor.
As you reached out, your fingers barely grazing a stray curl from his forehead, he stirred, eyes fluttering open, his gaze meeting yours. His sleepy, unfocused eyes sharpened as he realized you were there, inches away, and a hint of surprise flickered in them.
“Ah… estás aquí,” (you’re here) he muttered as he realized he was still holding onto your plants.
A faint blush colored his cheeks as he placed them gently beside him, his fingers lingering on the leaves as if reluctant to let go.
You both remained close, his sleepy eyes meeting yours, and suddenly the room felt charged, every inch between you alive with an unspoken electricity. He didn’t move away, and neither did you. The silence was warm, thick with all the things you hadn’t yet said, every shared glance and lingering touch from before echoing in this small, tender space between you.
“I didn’t expect to find you like this,” you whispered, the words coming out softer than you intended.
He laughed lightly, the sound rumbling low in his chest as he leaned back, eyes not leaving yours. “I didn’t expect to get so… attached,” he admitted, his voice dropping, a hint of something more in his tone.
A small smile tugged at your lips, and you raised an eyebrow, teasing. “To the plants or…?”
His gaze flickered down to the fern beside him for a moment, and then back to you, as if he could no longer resist the pull drawing you closer. “They were good company,” he murmured, his voice softer now, like he was confessing something he’d been holding back, “but… I meant you.”
Your smile softened, and before you could second-guess yourself, you had leaned in, bridging the last inches between you until your head was nestled gently against his chest. He shifted to hold you, his arms wrapping around you naturally, as if they’d been waiting for this moment. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady but just a bit faster than usual, mirroring your own.
He tightened his hold around you, one hand settling at the small of your back while the other drifted upward, his fingers trailing gently along your spine. The touch was unhurried, almost reverent, as if he were savoring the simple act of holding you close.
You let yourself relax fully into his embrace, feeling the way his fingers seemed to map out a quiet symphony along your spine. There was a tenderness in his touch, a kind of reverence that made you feel like this moment was as meaningful to him as it was to you.
“Franco…” you whispered, the word barely leaving your lips as his gaze flicked to your lips, lingering in a way that made the room feel smaller, more intimate. His thumb brushed against your side, an almost absent-minded gesture, yet one that spoke volumes, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you with the tips of his fingers.
He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours, and for a heartbeat, the world outside faded, leaving only the soft rise and fall of his breath mingling with yours. His eyes closed briefly, like he was savoring the closeness, and when they opened, his gaze was deeper, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“I missed you,” he murmured, his tone laced with a sincerity that sent a thrill through you, making you forget everything but the warmth of his presence.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “I missed you too,” you whispered, your thumb gently grazing his cheek.
Franco’s hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. The moment hung between you, suspended in time, gentle and full of unspoken promises.
When he pulled back just enough to look at you, his smile was warm, content. There was no rush, no need for words anymore. Just the quiet understanding between you, as if the silence said everything that needed to be said.
And in that silence, you both stayed, savoring the peace of finally being close in a way you hadn’t been before.
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ssentimentals · 2 days ago
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Hii can i request mingyu + hurt prompt #34? Thankssss
hi sweets! thank you for requesting, hopefully you will like it! 💜
hurt prompts: 'the things you said yesterday... did you mean them?'
someone is caressing your hand. it's a nice feeling to wake up, especially when you know who is responsible for said action. mingyu's face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes and you smile a little. mingyu doesn't smile back and memories of last night rush in, reminding you why you're waking beside him and not in his arms. before panic rises, you remind yourself that mingyu is caressing your hand gently now, so everything can't be that mad.
'morning,' you whisper, afraid to talk in a normal voice for some reason.
'morning.' mingyu repeats and clears his throat. 'slept well?'
you don't really remember how you fell asleep; probably knocked out from crying and fighting. arguments with mingyu were rare but whenever they did happen, they sucked all the energy out of you, leaving you drained and exhausted. truth to be told, you don't even remember coming to the bedroom, so mingyu probably carried you here once you fell asleep in the living room.
'not really,' you reply, not feeling rested at all. 'you?'
he shakes his head. when you first started dating, you both promised each other to never go to bed angry, so what happened last night is an exception of sorts. 'the things you said yesterday... did you mean them?' mingyu asks quietly, voice muffled by the pillow.
your mouth opens but nothing comes out. to your horror, you don't even remember about which things mingyu is talking exactly - a lot of stuff was said yesterday and not all of it was said due to anger or frustration. but mingyu is sensitive, always has been in a much more delicate headspace than you, so you tiptoe around the question, looking for the right answer while also staying honest: 'any of the mean and angry words - no. i love you, gyu, i'd never actually mean any of those. but what i said about the whole thing, like in the beginning, what made me upset in the first place.. yeah, i meant that. i stand by it even now.'
mingyu doesn't say anything at first. he just stares at your hands, chewing on his bottom lip, thinking about your answer. you both treasure honesty the most, so he knows you're being sincere. 'okay.' he settles for in the end, taking a deep breath. 'i also didn't mean everything i said after we moved from the kitchen to the living room.'
you smile and hesitantly interlace your fingers together. 'i know, gyu.'
he nods again and squeezes and when he does that, you feel like you can breathe again. if mingyu is not declining physical contact, if he's still here then you two can work it out. 'we don't have to do it now,' you say, not wanting to get up. 'we can just lay here for a while.'
sigh that mingyu lets out on this is full of relief. 'yes. yes- yeah. please.'
you both move in sync, slotting your bodies together until it's impossible to tell where one ends and another one begins. 'sleep a bit more for now,' mingyu whispers, holding you tight. 'i'll be here when you wake up.'
a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini
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doctorho · 1 day ago
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thinking about viktor with a chronically ill reader. you know? we see the vision, right?
it just works.
the thing with chronic pain, illnesses, disabilities, all of that - is that you can't always see them. sometimes you can, sure, you can see the mobility aids and the not-standing-up-for-too-long and the bruising from blood draws and sometimes you can see the compression garments, the pills and inhalers and the i'm fine, i just need a moment-
but most people just don't pay attention to that. or if they do, they don't put the pieces together fast enough to figure out what's really going on under the surface. viktor does, though; he's been there, and most of the time he's way beyond hiding it. or, well, he's way beyond hiding some of it.
walking with a cane was like carrying a neon sign that said yes there is something different here. yes i can't walk the way you can. no it's not going to get better. that last part wasn't directly evident just from him using a cane, sure, but with the way his cane looked, it should've been pretty clear. He had used one practically forever and it had evolved with him, he'd made it as comfortable to use as it could be, had even made it match his uniform.
so yeah. viktor knew what it was like. he'd been the disabled kid forever, even if some of the others were never going to say it out loud. that was just a thing about him, and he knew how hard it could be to navigate something like that in an academic environment. it was hard to admit you couldn't do something, that you had to sit down, that you needed a moment. that sometimes your body was just falling apart for no particular reason and it was just another tuesday.
sometimes it was easier to sit with the pain than take medication in the middle of a meeting, knowing that someone would make a bigger deal out of it than it had to be, even if it was just raising their eyebrows meaningfully. they'd think about you differently afterwards.
he could see you push through it, and he didn't blame you, really, he did that himself, too, but - he didn't want you to hurt yourself. you hadn't been in the lab as long as he had, so he could understand you being a little cautious with how you acted and what you told people, but he didn't want you to feel like you had to put on a show for him. he was, after all, walking around with the equivalent of a light-up sign of i'm disabled, too, and he liked to think of himself as someone who wouldn't come off as judgemental about stuff like that. other stuff, sure, stupid stuff, but not that.
so when he sees you dealing with the telltale signs of being in pain, he conveniently sends jayce and the others to pick up some parts that would take a while to collect and that they wouldn't actually need until the next day. but better prepared, right? what's the harm.
and then he comes to sit next to you and sighs deeply. leans back. relaxes to the best of his abilities. asks if you're alright, and sounds like he already knows the answer.
you sigh too, shift your position, and answer with it's fine. and viktor recognizes the strain in your voice, in your posture, and he knows there's a key difference between this and i'm fine, but he'll take it. it's not what he'd like, but he'll take it.
he leans over to dig around his belongings, and then offers you a bag of candied almonds.
"if you're going to take pain killers, it's better if you eat something first," he says, and you just stare at him. "i assume you haven't taken anything yet. nothing strong enough, at least," he continues, casually, and you take a deep breath and accept the almonds.
he smiles. continues like this is totally normal. "jayce made me start carrying around some food so i could do that. for myself, i mean. but it doesn't hurt to have some snacks around either way, i suppose."
he knows he's skirting around the real topic of the conversation, but he also knows that sometimes people get uncomfortable around his bluntness, and you hadn't exactly told him you were in pain, so he'd understand it if you were a little weirded out. after all, most people didn't notice this stuff. but you haven't run away from him, and you're eating, and then you're digging around your own bag to take your medication, so he'll count this as a win.
thanks, you exhale, handing back the almonds, and he takes a handful of them himself.
"i'm fine, really," you continue, not really looking at him, "it's just hard sometimes."
he nods. it was - even if he didn't know the specifics, he knew that it was true. especially since you had been hiding it from the others. and with something like that, something the others couldn't see, the invisible step to let them see it would grow bigger and bigger with time, when they expected you to be able to do everything they did without a second thought.
he also knows you didn't mean fine in the dictionary definition sense of the word, but more in the this is normal and you don't need to worry -sense. and that's fine. he was used to functioning on different parameters than most people, so this version of fine was good enough.
my body just isn't always very reliable, you explain with a sigh, and that he knows better than well.
he hmms in answer and nods. he knows.
you exhale a small laugh at that.
and he's glad you're relaxing, wants you to be as comfortable here as possible.
"these people are alright," he says casually, "as far as healthy people go."
viktor smiles a little.
another win for him.
and then he sits with you, talking and not talking and enjoying the quiet comfort if it all. and then he makes up some excuse so you don't have to keep working yet. he was well aware what it was like trying to work through the pain, waiting for the medication to kick in, and he wouldn't exactly recommend it. besides, as a rule, you were more likely to make mistakes if you were thinking through a layer of pain, and that was just plain bad planning. it made much more sense to just take a break and continue when you felt better. in fact, he was in dire need of a caramel latte and a pastry right now, do you want anything?
and after that it just... sort of falls into place. you're more relaxed around him. and the others, too, but he's the only one that really gets it. doesn’t make a whole thing out of it when you need to sit down for a moment or take a break while your pain killers kick in. he's just there.
he knows what it's like, and that feels like an invisble curtain lifted from between you and him, and it's just easy. you don't have to pretend you're doing better than you actually are and he doesn’t hide it when he's in pain, either.
most people don't see it, but there's a mutual understanding there; yeah, sometimes life sucks and sometimes you're in pain and no it's not fair that sometimes your body is falling apart and life just keeps going. you can't do all the things you want to do but you still have to show up for the other life-stuff and if you took a day off every time you felt bad you would never get anything done and it just never stops.
but sometimes there's someone who'll sit through it with you without judgement. offer a warm drink and a snack and some understanding.
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oh-no-its-bird · 2 hours ago
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HELPPP IM CRYING ACTUALLY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM???? HONORED TBH????? I love these silly little guys SO much I'm losing my mind over here that u like them enough to write smthn so long ab it, omg don't look at me rn I'm crying
I never thought too much ab Haruka's voice before but tbh now what u described it that way that's just the Official Haruka Voice Take (tm) actually, that is how she sounds now
"I've got nothing better to do, I think she's funny and I want to reinforce her bad habits <3" is so fucking funny and so fucking accurate, this is exactly what is happening in the twins minds actually.
In my notes for their personalities in my notesapp, I just wrote "They're genuinley just the fucking WORST to deal with. Their "I'm going to cause problems on purpose" dials got cranked up to 10 and got stuck that way at birth" which I think sums it up nicely.
I've been writing silly small stuff for them lately to hoard jealously in my notesapp and I think Haru has a genuine mean streak while Hiro is a lot more bark than bite— but also Haru looks and talks a bit gentler while Hiro acts and sounds rougher, so they often give off the opposite impressions. Don't worry Hiro, your brother will do what you aren't strong enough to (crime)
There's all sorts of fun layers to it too, like, considering they're from a clan who tries to shelter it's children— but they're also from the infamously bloody warring states period, who had to bring up their children much quicker and rougher than modern. I think Hiro would have made a wonderful modern day shinobi while Haru is a good example of the inherent violence of the warring states, just buried under good cheer and playfulness. Mmmm phycology,,,
I love their little trio with Shiruka, they are besties and she's also their first real friend their age, while she's kind of but not quite an outcast in her own clan due to her parents poor standing. She's older sibling coded and so tired of their shit but also quietly, perpetually amused by it, which is probably part of why she sticks around. That, plus their clear undying loyalty towards anything and anyone considered "theirs"— a list she's made it on and does her best to reply in kind
They are holding hands and will continue to hold hands together till they inevitably die at ~19 for the good of the village, yippie !!!
At least they'll get to live on in the memory of Hiname,,
Just kidding she dies like 3 years later, whoops!
BUT YEAH THEM !!! I love them so much, I had way too much fun thinking ab just the ecosystem for young shinobi in early konoha.
I have so many more thoughts ab it all tbh, theres no doubt tons of things happening as so many different people and clans settle in to a new normal but I ofc have my focus
I think I accidentally created some sort of little mystery/conflict with my silly meme of Shiruka going "he wants to order break into my clan heirs house" while also stating that she and her family aren't currently in good standing with the Nara main family.
I wasn't thinking ab it too hard when I drew it but now I'm sat over here like "girl why are you helping Haru break into your clan heirs home when you're already most likley on their (or at least their parents) shit list?? Who is the clan heir and why does Haru want to break into their house?? What drama is this??"
I'll probably think harder about it later, I feel like there's potential there
I need to stop thinking so hard ab potential early konoha narrative things bc I refuse to be consumed by it and know I very much will give in to The Voices if I continue
I say that but I'm absoloutley going to continue to think ab them. Actually.
Ough,,, Wolves of the Woods my beloved,,, one day I'll write u,,, one day,,
That said I'm also enamored with Tetsuo as clan heir (someone get him out of there!!!) He's great at it but also really, really does not want the position.
I think when he was younger and Tobirama was visiting the clan, he point blank begged him to take the position— But Tobirama said no, he's a Senju through and through and he's proud to be second to his Anija. A week later, and Tetsuo officially got the title (and maybe cried about it but only just a little and only on the inside)
(Tetsuo is still nursing a tiny grudge over this, though it's lessened slightly since Sakumo's birth)
POV he's in an especially bitchy mood and Tobirama asks him something and he just kind of grumbles, "oh, I'm sorry, are you my clan heir?"
Queue ??????? from like half of those present
He's so cute tho I think he has my favorite design of all of them. He dresses the fanciest for sure— Haruka totally owns similar things (I think the half and half haori is super cute and I want it to be a clan staple) but only wears it on occasions where she needs to, while he's more traditional/conscious of himself and his position, so he dresses like that all the time. He's probably the guy they send to the capital whenever it's necessary and the clan heads presence isn't needed
Random early konoha oc fun fact no one asked for: I have a vague messy fic idea from months ago now that basically amounts to "the Hatake's die before Madara defects to the village, and Kabuto, in practicing Orochimaru's edo tensei in preparation for the final battle, revives them— then manages to lose them in transport before they wake up. Not knowing any better, they flock to Madara to help in his fight"
I love time travel I love drama I love horrible misunderstandings and family/clan drama !!!!!
Uhh take some notes from that:
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ANYWAYS THANKS SO MUCH IM SO GLAD U LIKE THEM SORRY FOR MY WORD VOMIT I JUST GET SO EXCITED AB THEM I COULD EXPLODE WITH IT ACTUALLY
Silly, early Konoha lore and oc things drawn while thinking about this post
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!!! early konoha my beloved !!! I have so many thoughts ab it, I want to write a fic that's just silly early Konoha things viewed from the perspective of the less important clan members and their everyday lives. I'm aware the audience for that is incredibly small but I have too much fun just thinking ab it to really care!
Ichigo remains the only naruto oc Ive ever actually written for (in one step three steps), tho Haruka has been mentioned in multiple fics of mine now just bc she fills the role of Tobirama + Hashirama's blood aunt that I needed to be filled in my "Kakashi interacts with Tobirama w the knowledge that they are directly related" fics, of which there are now multiple
but yeah, take some silly art and lore comics !! I had fun while making these and will now probably put all these ocs on a shelf where I will not touch them for some more months
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kisakis-boyfriend · 2 days ago
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Nanook nsft alphabet
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Author's Note: I was originally going to make a list of headcannons, when I realized that this would actually be a great prompt for them instead. So, I present to you: the nsft alphabet with the Aeon of destruction~ 💛
Pairings: Nanook x male reader
Credit: @/robothumpmycamel
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Despite being the Aeon of destruction, I do think Nanook would take good care of you after the fact. THEY can be surprisingly kind; tenderly touching any areas that hurt, or praising you for a job well done.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
As for THEMSELVES, THEY didn't pay special attention to THEIR own body before. It's not until THEY catch you admiring a specific body part that THEY take extra pride in THEIR appearance.
As for you, however, THEY admire your hands and arms — especially if you're muscular.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
So… you know how Nanook has gold ichor/blood dripping from THEIR wounds? I'd like to imagine that THEIR other bodily fluids are similar. THEIR tears are a more transparent gold, and THEIR semen is more of a milky gold hue. Or you could also picture THEIR cum being mostly white with glittery gold mixed in ✨ Sparkly gold piss as well 💀
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
……Don't tell anyone, but Nanook is a little embarrassed by how much THEY enjoy being your bottom 🤐
Aeons don't even know, nor care, about tops, bottoms, subs, or doms — but once you introduced THEM to the concept? THEY revel in the pleasure of submitting to THEIR human lover and taking your dick wherever you so please~
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
While THEY haven't actually had any sexual encounters prior to meeting you, Nanook is far from inexperienced. Perhaps it's due to some imitation of primal human instinct, or some other natural inclination — regardless, the god of destruction is the least virgin-like virgin.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Anything that keeps your bodies glued together. Smothering you against some surface is typically preferred, as is being the one smothered against a surface, when you top.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
100% serious. You'll never catch THEM acting silly, laughing, joking, etc etc. That's just not in line with THEIR personality.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I can't decide whether I like the idea of THEM being shaved or unshaved… I'm leaning more towards shaved, but Nanook definitely has a happy trail. And yes, all of THEIR body hair is white too ☺️
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Extremely clingy, number one. Number two, THEY can be rather romantic, though I suppose that depends on your definition of the word. Aeons aren't intimately familiar with the human concept of romance, per se, but Nanook's actions would probably classify as far more romantic than most other Aeons.
THEY are capable of doing romantic deeds, and THEY often do spoil you selflessly. You may not get a candlelit dinner or a calming bath together, but THEY show THEIR love in other, romantic forms.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Perhaps this is self-indulgent, but… I think THEY would look so hot masturbating 💀
HEAR ME OUT — picture Nanook, covered in a sheen of sweat, sitting on your bed with THEIR legs spread wide, and THEIR hand gliding up and down THEIR massive cock… tell me that doesn't make you at least a tiny bit feral.
Uh, yeah, ahem. I don't think THEY would touch THEMSELVES often, exactly, but if you wanted to watch THEM, and made it very clear that you find watching THEM touch THEMSELVES attractive, then yes I think THEY would indulge you graciously~ 💛
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Do Aeons have kinks? Dunno, but let's imagine that THEY do for a second.
Somnophilia — sometimes THEY'RE so desperate to have you that THEY can't wait until you're awake. THEY'LL slide it in while you're sleeping, or sink THEIR ass down on your cock without waking you.
Choking/suffocation (giving) — lord, do THEY love it when you plead for THEM to wrap THEIR strong hands around your weak human throat~ Or when you moan and whimper while THEY get you in a chokehold, squeezing you with THEIR arm. Covering your entire face with THEIR large hand is sexy too, as is pushing your entire face into a pillow or something while THEY destroy your ass~
Hair pulling (receiving) — PLEASE pull on THEIR braids when you fuck! Use them like strings on a puppet to control where THEIR head goes! Pull THEM up by THEIR pretty hair and show THEM who's really in charge!
Fingering (if that counts as a kink) — Mmmm fingers in your holes, stretching you wide open. Fingers in THEIR holes prodding around as if you're mapping out new territory. Making THEM finger THEMSELVES for your amusement. Fingers down your throat until your eyes cross. Fingers down THEIR throat as you tell THEM how sweet and lovely THEY are for you. Just, fingering in all its glory 👆
Breeding — how positively possessive it is to fill and be filled with THEIR partner's lewd life essence~ Nanook may be destruction itself, but THEY will happily breed you and be bred by you as if THEY can create new life.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
THEY don't have any strong preferences really, THEY'LL stick to whatever you prefer. Although, THEY will admit that the fantasy of taking you in front of a crowd is pretty hot. Letting everyone see who you belong to…
…Maybe the thought of being publicly fucked by you turns THEM on too. How shameful would it be for an Aeon—especially one as strong as Nanook—to be face down, ass up in front of THEIR followers while a human pounds THEIR boypussy and calls THEM all sorts of degrading names? 😳
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Nanook as a dom: Seeing you under them in some way, or purposefully acting submissive just to tempt THEM. And seeing you in a position where THEY can easily thrust inside of you (such as bending over, laying down, etc).
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nanook as a sub: Seeing you be bold, confident, and take control. This applies to any situation, really. Watching you stand up to another human would get THEIR dick hard just as much as watching you put THEM on THEIR knees and lure THEM into sub space.
Just in general: If you use the word 'destroy' in a sexual context. Whether that's begging for THEM to destroy your ass, or growling out how you're going to destroy THEIR ass.
Sharing. Sorry, but Nanook is POSSESSIVE AF and would not be receptive to the idea of sharing you with ANYONE. THEY would treat another partner as competition, and if THEY get jealous enough, or feel as if THEY'RE losing you, things will get messy…
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Oh, THEY love oral. Like, a lot. Seeing you choke on THEIR massive length is an easy way to make THEM cum. On the flip side, watching your face contort in pleasure while you fuck THEIR throat gets THEM going too.
THEY have zero gag reflex btw. You can shove the largest cock or toy in THEIR mouth and THEY'LL be able to take it without issue 😘
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Sensual for sure. THEY tend to err on the rougher side too, but THEY use both a fast pace and a slow pace equally.
Now, when you're topping THEM—THEY may have become addicted to taking your cock deep and fast. Just absolutely railing THEM until THEIR eyes roll back and unbecoming moans fall from THEIR drooling lips 🤫
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Quickies are ok, but not preferred. THEY'D rather take THEIR time and fuck properly, with passion and devotion.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Yeah, I'd say so. THEY'RE not really afraid of trying new kinks, fetishes, or anything. Even more extreme/dangerous kinks will be fine.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
As an Aeon, THEY have crazy stupid stamina. Sometimes you can't even keep up — which makes Nanook quite frustrated, and THEY end up desperately fucking THEIR fist or fingering THEMSELVES until you can go another round (or 3… or 4… or 5… 💀)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Not until you came along. You introduced THEM to the wonderful world of sex toys and got THEM addicted to having a vibrator in THEIR ass and/or on THEIR cock. There are occasions when dildos or other toys are acceptable, but generally, THEY prefer real cocks in THEIR holes. THEY especially dislike using toys on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
It's hard to say; oftentimes, Nanook ends up teasing you accidentally because of THEIR insane stamina. THEY can hold out much longer, and THEY usually insist on cumming together, so you end up getting edged as THEY work towards an orgasm.
Sometimes the teasing is on purpose, but typically it's out of ignorance 😅
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Ok so I'm not super far into the game, and I'm not sure if any of the Aeons can canonically speak out loud, or if THEIR speeches vary from Aeon to Aeon, but this is what I think: Aeons are semi-verbal. Nanook doesn't typically speak out loud, but THEY sort of communicate telepathically? THEIR 'voice' comes through a little hazy and distant, more akin to an echo inside of your mind than a real voice. It's hard to explain.
SO– while Nanook doesn't speak much during sex, THEY do grunt, groan, moan, whine, etc etc. In fact, you're the reason THEY began to make noise at all. Feeling your hole squeeze THEM so good, or feeling your cock ravage THEIR insides brought out a side that THEY never knew THEY had in the first place!
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Nanook really, really loves eye contact. But THEIR eyes are so intense, it's hard for any human (even someone who loves THEM beyond words) to maintain it for more than a minute. Prolonged eye contact usually makes you tear up and tremble, even if those aren't things that you typically do. THEIR gaze digs out this deep, intense feeling from your psyche.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
LARGE! THEY are large by human standards and god standards alike. THEIR dick is also uncut because I said so~
I HC Aeons' bodies to be four times the size of a normal human's (at minimum), so that would already make Nanook's junk pretty big, but then it's even bigger than that because I said so 😚
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I'm not going to say that it's all THEY think about, but… after meeting you, and having THEIR eyes opened to the pleasures of intimacy and sexuality, THEY gained a wild sex drive 😳
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Aeons don't really sleep, so Nanook doesn't pass out after sex. THEY will happily let you sleep though, even if that means THEY'LL get trapped under your body until you awake 💛
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invinciblerodent · 2 days ago
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While I'm on the topic of being hopelessly in my feelings about these characters, I just finished the last part of the Gloom Howler quest, and I'm thinking about Davrin and names at the moment.
I really, really love how, once we learn the truth about her, Davrin seems to make a point of always referring to Isseya by her name (mostly on its own, but sometimes in conjunction with calling her "The Gloom Howler" when necessary), and even correcting others who would refer to her only by the latter name. (Which, honestly, both Solas and the Inquisitor could also talk at length about a title that all but replaces your name- it definitely feels significant that Davrin would pointedly reject the thought of doing that to someone, but I digress.)
And that reminded me of how I previously made an idle, kind of shitposty little post about how nice I found that during his recruitment mission, Davrin calls out the specific names of each griffon if you interact with their cages, and he attempts to comfort them like that- by reminding them who they are, that he's there, and promising that he'll be back for them.
In retrospect, I think that's so interesting, how his core story seems to boil in part down to... well, in part to the burden of duty, the questioning of tradition and authority (he questions both Dalish- and Warden traditions from very early on, one by joining the Wardens and the other by joining Rook) and, yes, living past what one thought to be their purpose, but also... to these moments, that invite some contrasting of his elven-, and his Grey Warden identities.
Isseya being an elven Warden is a very direct parallel, and a very clear image- it, I think, is meant to show what happens when authority goes unquestioned, and one side (the Warden) triumphs over the other (the person). His uncle then acts as a counterpoint and a thread of connection to the past- he shows what happens when tradition goes unquestioned, and while peaceful, how that existence is not one Davrin wishes for himself.
This all comes to a head in the final choice concerning the griffons... which, I can't say what a "correct" choice is, but I find it really cool how one option embraces a more rigid tradition and acts as a vow for reforms within them, honoring them, while the other embraces a different tradition, one born of fluidity, choice, and change- a more personal freedom.
Purpose and nature, respect for the past and hope for the future, all strain against each other sometimes (in multiple companions' stories, I feel), and it's often a name that represents the complicated harmony between two halves.
Be that Assan, noble descendant of a hero Warden's griffon wearing an Elvish name, Isseya, the monster and mage brought to peace, the idea of "turlum", harmony and understanding forged between vastly different minds, or just... Davrin, the Dalish Grey Warden, who is not more one than the other.
Maybe that's why calling people (and animals, and feelings) by their proper names seems so casually important to him. Because if you give something complex, messy, and muddled up a name, it's easier to just live it.
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(.......... and yeah, that makes it a bit ironic how so far he's been calling Rook, "Rook", but, yknow, technological limitations. I've a feeling I've at least one important scene to go still, but honestly, the name "Rook" does also kind of represent a similarly complex matrix of ideas condensed into a person. It could be that "Rook" feels more accurate than any "friend", or "love", or "boss", or even "vhenan", for what they are to him, or it could be that he's still looking for the right name, but either way, I'm looking forward to seeing how it all ends.)
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thelampisaflashlight · 3 days ago
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Lakeside
[This got longer than expected. Dew gets introspective with Rain.] Below the cut.
Dew lays sprawled out on the dock, legs dangling off the end just above the water, a hand thrown over his face to block out the sunlight filtering through the clouds, turning his head slightly when he hears Rain approaching and giving a little huff of acknowledgement.
"Feeling alright?" Rain questions, crouching down beside his friend, deliberately leaning over him to cast his shadow over his form.
"Not really, no." Dew mumbles, "I came out here to get some fresh air, but... I dunno. Head hurts from thinking too hard about bullshit, and I just... It's nice out here, cold, but nice. Calm, quiet..."
"Did something happen?" Rain asks, moving to lay down next to him.
"Ehn... Yes and no." he says, closing his eyes and letting his hand fall slack at his side, "Talked to Aether about some stuff... feelings stuff. We're good."
"But?"
"...When you..." Dew bites his lip, "D'you think Mount and me come off a-a certain kind of way?"
Rain rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his palm.
"Like, gay?"
"I mean, I guess that's what I'm..." Dew makes a grumbling noise in the back of his throat, "If I said that wasn't the case, what'd you think?"
"That you're not gay or that the two of you aren't an item?"
"See that's-" The other ghoul finally sits up, running a hand through his hair, "It's not that I'm NOT, ya know, into dudes I'm just... It's complicated, and, like, with Aeth, people thought we were a thing for a while but we weren't, and then with Mount, we're buddies and all, but he isn't into me like that, and he's not totally my type, and I just..."
Dew shakes his head.
"Why is it that when it's ME in these kinds of situations that people think I'm dating my friends?"
Rain shifts and sits up as well, shrugging, "Honestly, I couldn't tell you why. I guess, maybe, people see that you're happy or comfortable around someone and they just assume... You know. That you're into them, maybe."
"But they don't do it when I'm around Cumulus or Cirrus, now do they?" Dew points out, "Why's it only when I'm friendly with a guy?"
The water ghoul clicks his tongue.
"What?"
"Real talk?"
"Noo... Don't do this, come on-"
"Dew, I'm gonna have to level with you." Rain starts, placing a hand on his shoulder, "When you like a woman, it's obvious, yeah?"
"Yeah...?"
"When you like a guy... it's really, really obvious."
Dew scoffs, "No it's not-"
"The waiter at that restaurant in Spain, who you kept eyeballing all night."
"Now hold on, I just wanted free tapas-"
"That time that guy at the bar rolled up his sleeves and you almost passed out because all the blood rushed from your head to your-"
"Hey, that was objectively sexy-"
Rain snorts, "I'm not arguing with you, I'm just saying that compared to how you treat women -which, you know, you're respectful and that ain't a bad thing- you treat men more like... like something you wanna fuck, I guess... I dunno, I wanted to put it more eloquently than that, but that's pretty much the most straightforward way I could think to put it."
Dew tents his fingers, deep in thought.
"So what you're saying is that because I don't objectify women, but DO objectify men... people think I'm gay?"
Rain tilts his head and then shrugs.
"Are you saying you're not gay?"
"NO!" Dew shouts immediately, "I mean, no, but... maybe-Augh! I like both, I guess, I just... with women it's like... Women... ya know? And with men it's like... men."
Rain blinks.
"Jesus Christ..."
"Oi, no need for that kind of language now." Rain jokes, then clears his throat, "I kind of get what you're saying, I guess... You like women, you're attracted to them, but with guys it's more... physical, would you say?"
Dew makes a face and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of pink.
"I mean, yeah... Yeah, that'd be..." he swallows, "When you put it that way, it just sounds so... Don't tell anyone I told you about this."
Rain mimes zipping his mouth shut.
"Your secret is safe with me." he says, "But, Dew, there's nothing wrong with liking men, even if your attraction to them is different from the kind you feel towards a woman..."
"Thanks..."
"No problem."
Rain leans back on his hands.
"Question though."
"If you say something stupid right now, I'll smack you like I did Aether."
"When you think about yourself with a guy-"
"...Are you seriously asking me if I'm a top or a bottom right now?"
Rain gives him a once over before meeting his gaze.
"I was actually asking what your type is, I can already hazard a guess as to-OW! YOU BIT ME-"
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zanethegayboii · 3 days ago
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Pt.1:
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"Relaxation"
A Stanford Pines x FtM!Reader one shot +18
Pt.2
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After talking more about your day, you two had finished eating. “Oh! I had almost forgotten!” Ford stands up from the table taking your plate and heads to the fridge. “I hope you like ice cream cake!” He turns around grinning ear to ear with a small ice cream cake that has the words ‘Relax’ on top.
“Oh my goodness, Ford!” You almost yell out while laughing at the surprise. “I will take that as a yes.” He puffs his chest out in pride. He takes the cake to the counter and cuts two pieces out of it. Placing them on a plate, you grab two forks from the drawer next to the fridge.
Ford starts to walk out of the kitchen with the plate. “Hey! Where are you going? Table’s over here?” You asked him curious. “O-Oh! Sorry I should've said something! There is a meteor shower tonight!” He gestures to the gift shop door.
“Oh yeah! I remember now you've talked about that all week. I can't believe I forgot!” You rub your neck in embarrassment and walk towards the gift shop door with Ford. He speeds up to properly open the door for you to go first.
“Little gentleman~” You wink at him, praising his actions. Ford's eyes go a bit wide at the praise and his cheeks flush a bit as you walk through the door. He follows right behind you and takes a seat on the musty, mildew ridden couch that sat on the porch.
You plopped down next to Ford making him bounce up a bit from the sudden movement. “Heh! It's so nice out tonight! I thought it was gonna be cloudy.” You cuddled up next to Ford as he unbuttoned a button from his suit to be able to sit a bit more comfortably.
“I thought so as well, I’m glad it cleared up!” He seemed to beam excitement and anxiousness as you two waited for the celestial event to start.
As you two start to dig into the cakes you see a glimpse of the meteor shower before Ford points and exclaims “It's starting!” He's staring off into the night sky; eyes widened with awe. It’s beautiful.
You look back down to see Ford staring back at you, his face lights up and he smiles. He's beautiful you think to yourself. You take your hand that had previously been wrapped around Ford's shoulder and brought it to his face.
You rub your thumb into his cheek; feeling the slight stubble on his face. It's soft and prickly at the same time. Smiling back, you bring your face closer to his. “It's beautiful, but not as beautiful as you are, Stanford Pines~” Your lips meet.
Ford hums into the kiss, his lips relaxed and he lets out a relaxed sigh. Melting into the kiss it felt so comfortable, so easy to kiss him. Almost like breathing, which you forgot how to do as you were kissing him.
Breaking the kiss your breath is heavy and you rest your forehead on Ford's. “Wow.. heh” Ford breathes heavily as he speaks. You look back at him, his eyes full of admiration and a hint of desire. “I love you, Stanford.”
Something switched in Ford's brain after you stated you loved him. He takes the fork out of your other hand and sets the plate and utensils down on the couch. Ford then takes your hand and lifts you to stand up, he then reaches around to your legs.
He picks you up with a huff, his back begins to ache from the weight of carrying another human being, but he is determined. “F-Ford what are you-?!” You stammer not expecting this 60 year old man to just pick you up like he did.
“I'm taking you to my lab.” His voice was low and a bit gruff. “For what?! I thought we were watching the meteor shower?” As you squirm, Ford has a smug grin on his face. “You'll see, Love~” For some reason that simple statement made your face really hot.
(pt.3 will be more 18+, so be prepared :3)
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dianadiaries · 2 days ago
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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ : the ocean blue. 🍵
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summary : when the boats clash, and the sea rises, the straw hat pirates (luffy..) always gets hungry. That leaves the new girl and Zoro home alone at the boat. Daring it is so quiet.. for now.
status : finished, reader is she/her. Zoro
has big dick energy... strawhatpirate!zoro strawhatpirate!reader
"Don't forget to get the dried out meat!" I say to the rest of the crew, as they leave me and Zoro on the boat, as their bodies turn to a shadow and glint. I felt of glee once they left, and I could finally finish the pearl necklace I had been working on for a while. The shiny. pearls found in Arlong Park, Nami tells me it reminds her of luffy and Nami beating Arlong's, fish man ass.
"Hey, I need something." I felt his voice from a mile away. It was Zoro. His voice so effectively, the deepest part of it too. Made my cunt automatically wet. Or was I that obvious that I had a small flutter in my heart for him? Maybe. But, I could never say it outloud, Nami and Sanji would tease me. Then I went back to reality, I get a bit startled but try to pronounce some words while shuttering like a mess or something.
"Oh yeah, um sure!" I say, smiling gladly, getting up as quick as I can to help him. Zoro heads to the edge of the boat, where he mostly trains at, to be, of course, the world's best swordsman. "I cut my self last fight we had... I was wondering if you could heal it." He groans, sitting down. Zoro's limp hand touching the mark where he got harmed at. The mark was under his shirt, I gulped. He didn't seem to notice to much about my nervous state. He just thought I wanted to do my job. "Be the best healer in the all blue".
I clear my thoughts as Zoro lifts his shirt off. Placing my hand on his mark, my face probably cried with blush at this point. My hands roamed the area of harm. Zoro's rough eyes gleamed at me, my body heating up as if I was some type of oven. Well, he can put his bun in me anyway. Quickly, I snap myself back, the devil fruit in my viens helping to heal the bloody marks on Zoro. His hand wanders to my face, and I let out a choked expression. "Zoro..?" I say, muttering softly to a whisper. "You seem cold. You keep shaking. Come sit." He says, patting his lap, as Zoro lifts your limp body, shadowing his lap. My hands covering my face.
Was I embarrassed, no. Was I scared, no. I felt my guts heat up even more, I wasn't shaking because I was cold. I was shaking to stop myself from doing something I would have regretted. I pull a blank and take my hands from my face, staring at him. Except he only smirks. "Like what you see?" He says with a condescending look on his face. But something changed in me, I simply nodded. Maybe it was something in the air, or those stupid shiny pearls. But what ever it was, made my cunt twitch for him. "Really princess, little healer needs her cunt healed from the heat right?" Zoro says mumbling in my ear. Had I said everything out loud? I'm stupid. His hands having a soft grip on my plush ass.
"zoro..pl-please!" I say, my body dry humping his jean of his pants. He only chuckles, as if I'm a laughing stalk. Finally, me and his lips connect. Sloppy, but still some what neat. Zoro's tongue entered my mouth, my moans getting the best of me. His sword tight like hands, unbuttoned my shirt, breast popping out of the bra. He made sure not to waste time and get the fabric of the bra out of the way. "So sensitive." Zoro says as his nimble fingers twisting and playing with my nipples. My moans are coming out and into Zoro's ears. "w-want you.." I say whining, my head down on his shoulder. "So needy to aren't you," He says, playing with the hem of my pants. Before dragging them off my heated body, putting them off somewhere else into the mess of a pile of clothes. At this point, Zoro had no shirt, and I had no clothes. Well, except for my soaked through panties.
Zoro chuckles again before laying my back on the hard board of the ship. His nimble fingers toying with my clothed cunt making my body squirm at the feel of it. "Zoro! So wet.. please!" I say as my body jerks closer to him. "Never met a girl in the East blue as wet as you." He says, smirking as his fingers ghost around my panties and pull them off. The pads of his fingers playing and toying with the bundle of nerves. As one finger prods near my wet sopping hole. When it finally gives in and pushes its way in. Gasps and groans coming from my mouth, my mouth gapes open for everyone to hear. Squishy and wet sounds coming from my cunt as he pushes in another finger. "She is so talkative fa' me." Zoro says, smiling at the noises. My body humping back on his fingers as he decides to speed up the pace. "Ngh. Fuck me. Please, please, zoro!" I silently scream as his fingers become soaked in juices leaking from my cunt.
"So, pretty princess." Zoro says, pushing another finger now up to his third. My cunt feeling washed up, as the boat silently rocks against the board walk. "So.. close!" I moan, scratching the back of Zoro, as he grunts. His fingers playing in my cunt as if I was a toy to him. Soon, my orgasm came over me. Squirting all over the hard wood panels of the boats. My legs shook over Zoro's body. High pitch squealing and moans coming out of my gaped mouth. Soon, my head comes back to reality, I realized I had squirted all over Zoro's pants.. "I—I.. I'm so sorry!" I say with embarrassment written all over my face.
"the crew won't be back soon. let's go to my bedroom."
notes : OML SORRY I have only watched the live action one piece. I WILL WATCH THE ANIME, but oml, they ate every time !
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amf-studios · 2 days ago
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Hello. Please answer this. I think it's important these get adressed. me and others of this community have been getting uncomfortable with some of your art. While I see nothing wrong with the Fankai, the rest of it has caused issues for people. First, there is the Natsuki fanfic. While I personally don't have much issue with it, there are some who feel very uncomfortable with their comfort character (Nate) Being changed in such a drastic way, and believe a separate community should be made for that art, as some people have gotten to the point of self harm from seeing their comfort characters changed so much. Next, there is uncomfortable undertones to your "Damonate" Fanfic. It seems very "Loli" esque, with a childish hundred year old woman being with a child. Then there is the sexual undertones to some of the natsuki art, particularly the maid outfit with Arachnia. This is to some extent sexualization of a minor. Then, there is the inequality in the amount of transmasc and transfem characters you draw. 90% of your characters that are trans are transfem, and barely any are transmasc. Then, finally, there is the softcore Arachnus and Toadal Dude art. While nothing is showing, it is very clearly provocative and you have a mostly minor fanbase. I believe that art should be on a separate account.
If you could adress these, it would be good. Thank you.
OK, guess we're doing this.
I've heard a decent few people say they find my natsuki au uncomfortable. I will only say this: no one is making you interact with this content. If you don't like it, just scroll.
I haven't heard anything about the self harm until now, but in my honest opinion; "self harm over someone else doing fanon stuff with a fictional character is indicative of a much larger issue." I say this not to undermine the struggle with self harm, as I have dealt with it myself in the past, but I cannot stress this enough, a random person on the internet's visual fanfiction should not be cited as the reason for that.
Onto the damonate issue. The yokai watch Fandom needs to realize it is a Canon fact "YOKAI DO NOT AGE THE SAME AS HUMANS"
Toiletta is 70 and still a little girl, enma is 60 and acts like a teenager til about shadowside. It is clear that the immortality of being a yokai affects how one matures, so their chronological age does not automatically make them an adult.
And with Damona, she is arguably *very much a child.*
The only time in the games where she is actually treated as a character, she is primarily characterized as a daddies girl who feigned being emotionless in order to get her dad to spend time with her. 2
(I have not seen any full episode of her in the anime, but what I have seen doesn't really disprove the above point.)
On top of that, damona received a redesign in shadowside, the sequel series where Nate himself is an adult.
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And it is incredibly clear, she has also matured in this time skip. I don't know why she ages so much in 3 decades when she's at least 190 by the first game, but here we are.
Yokai age is inconsistent, but Damona is one of the more clear-cut examples of being a child.
Onto the maid point: yeah, kinda. I didn't really realize the unfortunate implications until *after* I posted the art. But I do feel that of any maid outfits I could have chose, I used some of the tamer ones as not a lot of skin is really shown on the drawing, or the characters I pulled them from. (The joke with Entoma is specifically that she *isnt* conventionally attractive)
Unfortunately maids in general have been sexualized to hell and back along with a number of other female specific outfits.
On the transmasc point: I actually agree. Mostly cause I use my own experience as a base for making content, and I just don't really have a lot of transmasc headcanons I jive with.
I have tried to rectify this with the oc Toransu being specifically a transmasc character, but I could definitely be doing more.
And on the final point: I will just make it clear here
I AM NOT HERE TO BABYSIT YOUR KIDS.
Social media generally has rules against those younger than teen years making accounts for a reason.
I know kids will lie about their ages to circumvent this, hell *I* did that when I was younger. But it still remains: it is a parents responsibility to track what their children are doing on the internet. Not the random fanartist who makes funky ghost content. If kids are coming across content I have explicitly flagged for my older audiences, that is the parent's responsibility.
I see no point in making a separate account for something I've basically only done once and don't really plan to do often. Even if I did, I've been told my style is very easy to recognize. Meaning by all accounts, I'd likely still hear someone bitching about me doing it.
And while it wasn't a point in this comment, I might as well address it: it's been brought to my attention that people are evidently accusing me of being "a proshipper"
I have never been able to actually understand that whole "pro vs anti" debate, and every attempt to get an answer has just left me confused.
All I will say on that is incest and pedo shit is gross. Apart from that, ship whatever you want, and for fucks sake don't get on people's case for ships you don't like for no reason. There are better uses of your time.
Sorry for the full rant.
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skateordiebitch · 3 days ago
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LOVERS ROCK || D.F. x reader
'but if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right she might let you stay, but just for the night and if she grabs for your hand, and drags you along she might want a kiss before the end of this song'
summary: dominic gets drunk and admits his feelings.
dominic ur so cute why can't u be real?!!?! lmfao this was cute to write. inspired by 'lovers rock' by TV girl! enjoy enjoy enjoyyy and as always, requests are open!
The music at the party was loud, vibrating through the walls, but you’d lost track of Dominic somewhere between the crowded kitchen and the makeshift dance floor in the living room. 
It wasn’t unusual—Dominic had a knack for disappearing at parties, only to turn up hours later with a grin and a drink he’d inevitably spill while telling some story. 
You weren’t worried; you knew his moves by now. 
So you did your thing, talking with friends and trying not to scan the room too obviously, even if your eyes did keep drifting, waiting for that familiar sight of Dominic’s brown curls or his signature lopsided grin.
But by the end of the night, when people started clearing out, you still hadn’t seen him. 
You finally found him in the corner of the backyard, leaning against a fence, drink in hand, but looking worse for wear. His eyes were a bit glazed, his grin lazy, his words slurring together into a string of nonsense.
“There she is!” he announced, his voice louder than necessary. He pointed at you with a hand that wobbled, as if just lifting his arm had thrown off his entire sense of balance.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Dominic,” you said, “you look like you’re about to collapse.”
“Collapse into your arms, maybe,” he mumbled with a smirk, attempting to push himself off the fence but ending up stumbling. 
You reached out, catching his shoulder before he could tip over, and his weight leaned into you. He was heavy, and you were both laughing at his dramatic tilt forward.
“Alright, you’re done for the night,” you said, supporting him as he struggled to find his footing.
“Are you… driving me home?” he asked, eyes wide, voice hopeful.
“I think I have to. You’re barely standing,” you teased, gently tugging him toward your car.
Once you managed to get him inside, Dominic slouched against the window, letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh. “You’re like… a saint, you know? Like, I owe you. Big time.”
“Just don’t throw up in my car, and we’ll call it even,” you replied, keeping the mood light as you drove through the quiet streets.
During the drive, Dominic hummed along to the soft music on the radio, his eyes closed, his face softer and more vulnerable than you’d ever seen. 
When you got to your place, he practically fell out of the car, so you helped him inside, guiding him to the couch. 
He looked around, slightly dazed, as if he were seeing your place for the first time, even though he’d been here a hundred times before.
“This is cozy,” he murmured, flopping down dramatically, “I really like your apartment.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve been in it a million times,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile. “Come on, I’ll grab you some water.”
You went to the kitchen, filling a glass, but when you came back, Dominic’s eyes were on you, intense and a little too earnest, his face open in a way you’d never seen before.
“You know,” he started, his voice softer, words a bit fuzzy, “I really like you, you know that?”
You snorted, figuring he was just drunk and being his usual flirty self. “Sure you do, Dom. You’re just drunk.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head a little too seriously, like he was trying to prove something. “I mean, I actually, really, really like you.”
You paused, unsure of what to say. You’d both always flirted, sure, but it was just part of the friendship, or so you’d thought. But Dominic kept talking, his words spilling out faster, like he’d held them in too long.
“You never even look at me, not the way you look at other guys. I try so hard to be…” he fumbled for the word, his brows knitted together, “like, you know, someone you’d want.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but he kept talking, his voice barely a whisper. Dominic’s face crumpled, his lips twitching as if he was struggling to find the words. 
“And I see you looking at those other guys, you know? All the time. But never at me. I don’t know why, but I… I want that so bad.”
You were stunned, watching him closely as he continued. There was a vulnerability in his expression, a kind of raw honesty that was disarming.
“I don’t know how to show you, and… I don’t know, I want you to look at me like… like I’m the one you’d pick. But, you always look at me like I’m just Dom,” he mumbled, his voice sounding a little heartbroken, “but I want to be more than just Dom.”
Your heart twisted at his words. You’d always known Dominic was the life of the party, the guy who could charm anyone. But hearing him admit this—his unfiltered vulnerability—made your chest tighten.
“Dominic,” you started gently, reaching for his hand, “you’re more than ‘just Dom.’ You’re my best friend.”
He looked down at your hands, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of yours. “But that’s all, right? Just friends,” he muttered, his voice filled with a quiet disappointment. “I wanted more, but I… I don’t know how to tell you.”
You stayed quiet, holding his hand aneeling the weight of his words, realizing for the first time just how much he’d been holding back. After a long pause, he broke the silence, his voice softer.
“I made you a playlist, you know. It’s… it’s dumb, I know, but I made it because every song reminded me of you.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “You made me a playlist?”
“Yeah.” He laughed, his voice soft and a little embarrassed. “Never showed you because… I don’t know. Too much?”
“Can I hear it?”
Dominic looked at you, his eyes lighting up with a spark of hope. “Yeah, yeah! It’s on my phone, but I put it on Spotify. Just look up… I made it private, so you have to search ‘For the Girl I Like.’”
You felt a warmth spread across your face, not entirely sure if this was real or if it was the alcohol talking. But the way Dominic was looking at you, his face open and unguarded, told you that he meant every word.
You grabbed his phone, opened Spotify, and sure enough, there it was: For the Girl I Like. 
You clicked play, and the first song came on, a sweet, slow melody that was soft and full of longing. The song played through the room, filling the air between you with something unspoken, something that had always been there, maybe, but had just gone unnoticed.
Dominic sighed, leaning back on the couch, his eyes closing as the music washed over him. But then, without warning, he opened his eyes and looked at you, a small, soft smile playing on his lips.
“I don’t even know how to talk to you, you know?” he murmured, sounding a little defeated. “I know, you’re like my best friend, but I get so nervous around you, like… like I don’t want to mess it up.”
You reached for his hand, pulling it into your lap, his warmth flooding your skin. 
You wanted to tell him that he’d never messed anything up, that you’d always loved his wild, careless energy. But before you could say anything, he squeezed your hand and continued, his voice hushed and full of feeling.
“I probably sound… insane, right now,” Dominic says, eyes glued to you, “But, I just really needed you to know.”
The honesty in his voice took your breath away, and as the music filled the silence, you felt yourself getting pulled in, the way you always did with him. He looked at you, really looked at you, his eyes soft and a little sad.
And then, before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, closing the space between you. He looked surprised, but only for a second. His eyes fell shut, and then his lips met yours, tentative at first, then warm, then urgent, like he’d been waiting forever for this moment.
The song played on, echoing through the room as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. You felt the warmth of his hands on your back, the way his fingers gripped you like he was afraid to let go, afraid this was just a dream.
When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, he looked at you, his face soft and open, that familiar grin spreading across his lips.
“I thought you’d never notice me,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder.
You smiled, leaning your forehead against his. “I think I just needed the right playlist.”
He laughed, his eyes shining with relief and something else, something that felt like home. 
You stayed like that, the song playing softly in the background as you held onto each other, finally letting down the walls you hadn’t even realized you’d built.
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over your living room. 
You woke up slowly, still wrapped up in the memories of last night—the music, Dominic’s confession, the quiet softness in his eyes. The way he had held you, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. You felt him shift beside you, his arm draped over you from where you’d both ended up dozing off on the couch. 
A groan escaped Dominic as he stirred, rolling over and blinking up at the ceiling, clearly disoriented. 
He rubbed his temples, squinting against the morning light. Then, slowly, he turned his head to see you watching him. A spark of confusion flickered across his face, and then his eyes widened, a rush of realization flooding in.
“Uh… good morning,” you said softly, giving him a tentative smile.
Dominic blinked, propping himself up on his elbow, his voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” he mumbled, looking around the room as if trying to piece together the puzzle of the night before. “Did I… Oh, shit. Am I still at your place?”
“Yeah, you had a bit of a night.” You laughed, but the nervousness in his expression made you stop. His eyes scanned your face as though he was searching for answers. Then, slowly, flashes of the night seemed to come back to him. 
He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.
“So, I didn’t dream all of it, did I?” he asked quietly, a small smile pulling at his lips. “I actually told you... all of that?”
“Yeah, you did,” you replied, your heart thumping. “You told me everything. And then you played that playlist you made.”
He groaned, hiding his face with his hands. “Oh, fuck. I made a total fool of myself, didn’t I?”
“No,” you said quickly, reaching out to move his hands from his face. “Dom, you didn’t. I’m glad you said those things.”
He looked at you, a mix of relief and nervousness in his eyes. “You are?”
You nodded, shifting closer, your hand resting lightly on his arm. “Yeah. You have no idea how much I needed to hear it.”
Dominic chuckled, looking down, a faint blush rising in his cheeks. “Damn, I thought for sure I’d messed everything up. I kept thinking… I’m just Dom, you know? That’s all I’ll ever be to you.”
“You’re more than that, believe me,” you said softly, your hand moving to cup his cheek. “I was just too stubborn to admit it. But you’re more than that. You always have been.”
He exhaled a soft laugh, leaning into your touch, his eyes bright with something almost shy. “I’m kind of a mess, Y/N. I mean, look at last night. Not exactly what you deserve.”
“I don’t care,” you said with a grin, leaning forward until your foreheads were touching. “I want the guy who makes playlists and worries that I don’t see him.”
He laughed, his gaze soft as he took your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “Alright… Yeah, but only if you’re sure you can handle my tragic attempts at romance.”
“Dominic, I think I can handle you,” you teased, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
He grinned, pulling you closer, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Guess I finally figured out how to talk to you, huh?”
“Yeah,” you murmured, smiling against his lips. “You finally did.”
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gumnut-logic · 14 hours ago
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Lego Volcano (Part 7 and The End)
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Alexander Sweetapple series | Lego Volcano - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
At this point, it should be remembered that this fic, whcih is now complete at over 11,000 words, originated in a post that devolved into bathing in Lego and how much whumping that would involve :D
This is why fault belongs to @idontknowreallywhy, @sofasurf @womble1 and @sailing-on-a-puddle and other wonderful Thunderfam peeps. it would not exist without them.
@onereyofstarlight has also kindly kept me on the straight and narrow and all improvements belong to her :D
So thank you to all of the above and to all who have encouraged this little fic, that didn't stay little, along the way ::hugs you all::
this bit is very much M/M because Virgil is feeling so much better :D If that isn't your jam, this isn't your bread. There is also buckets of fluff :D
I hope you enjoy :D
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“Do you think he likes me?”
Virgil frowned down at the man lying in his arms. They had thrown some pillows and a blanket onto a fold up daybed and were whiling away a few hours as the sun was setting across the sea.
The Island was quiet. Grandma and Dad were still on Aotearoa, Gordon and Alan were torturing Scott in the infirmary, and, as always, John was watching over them from far above.
His star would become visible once the sky was dark enough.
“Who?”
“Mr Tracy.”
He had the urge to ask which Mr Tracy, but where Alex was concerned, there was only one Mr Tracy. “Scott likes you fine. Always did.”
Alex fidgeted in his arms. “I feel like a klutz around him.” He looked up at Virgil - something that only happened when they were lying down and Virgil was quite happy about that. “I just know how important he is to you and, well, I don’t want him to feel I’m intruding.”
“You’re not intruding.”
Alex looked away. “I’ve seen you on rescues. All of you are special, but there has always been something extra between you and the Commander. There are rumours.”
Virgil frowned. “About what?”
“That you’re telepathic, that you can read each other’s minds and move as one.”
“You’ve been talking to Gordon.” The Fish had been ribbing them about that for years.
“No…well, yes, but not about that. It’s in the fandom. It’s common knowledge.”
“You’re in the fandom?”
Now Alex was definitely looking away. “Well, yeah, been a fan forever, and there are like-minded people out there.” He looked back up at Virgil and grinned. “You are very nice to watch.”
The arm Virgil had draped around his boyfriend, quite conveniently reached his ribs, which were apparently very ticklish.
The two of them tussled and giggled a moment, Alex finding a few ticklish spots in return. But it was broken up when Virgil’s laugh turned to a cough. Alex caught him and pulled him close.
Virgil cleared his throat and smiled. “So you’re a card carrying fan?”
“You knew that.”
“I did.” He kissed Alex’s messy blond hair. “But then, I’m a fan of you, so we’re even.”
Alex snorted, but sobered. “Seriously, it’s important that I’m not…messing things up with your brother…with any of your brothers.”
Virgil sighed. “Alex, you’re fine. Scott approves, and even if he didn’t, you’re my boyfriend, not his.”
“I know. It’s just I don’t want to mess with the magic.”
Oh, god. “You’re not messing up anything. All my brothers are happy for us. It’s fine.” He pulled Alex in close, kissing his hair again. “Especially for me.”
But even as he said it, he knew his man and this was probably one of those bones his brain would chew on if it wasn’t taken away. “So you like math?”
“I’ve always liked maths, I’m an engineer.”
“Well, yes, of course, but that wasn’t engineering math.”
Alex shrugged. “It’s just fun stuff. I play with patterns sometimes.”
Virgil stared down at him a moment. “Scott enjoys math.”
A snort. “I noticed. He can run rings around me. He makes some beautiful stuff.”
“He does?”
“Yeah? Didn’t you see that last result - it was like a field of origami flowers.”
Virgil blinked. “Flowers?”
That earned him a frown. “You couldn’t see it?”
“I could see elegant math. Scott writes a good solution.”
“He does, but it is how he does it.”
“Should I be worried?”
“About what?”
Virgil’s lips curled into a smile. “If my brother has caught your eye.”
“Oh, ho, ho, yeah, right. Mr Tracy is straighter than an Australian railway line.” It was Alex’s turn to smile. “Besides, he’s not you.” Alex reached up and caught Virgil’s lips with his own.
Conversation stopped for a while as Alex made it very clear which was his favourite Tracy brother.
The sun finally reached the horizon and lit up the ocean, coating everything in that beautiful gold only Sol could provide. A gentle breeze wafted off the caldera and wrapped around them, clapping palm leaves and pōhutukawa branches alike.
“Thank you for looking after me. It has been a relief having you here.”
“Next time let me know. I don’t want you suffering in silence. People pair up for a reason.” He cleared his throat.
Virgil brushed a strand of hair behind Alex’s ear. “Okay, I’ll make sure to send the Fish earlier next time.”
“So Gordon is your gopher?”
“Uh-huh.” Alex’s skin was a little flushed in the light of the sunset and very distracting.
“Does he know this?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You are feeling better, aren’t you.”
“Uh-huh.”
Alex smiled and his dark eyes glittered in the golden air. “C’mere.”
His lips were soft.
Virgil lost more time.
So very, very distracted.
It was getting dark by the time they bothered to check their surroundings again. The breeze was cooler, and Alex shivered as it drifted over them.
Virgil’s stomach was rumbling - a good thing since eating hadn’t been his favourite activity recently.
Since there was no sign of Gordon or Alan, or anyone else for that matter - probably giving him and Alex space - it looked like Virgil was cook tonight. So as they finally climbed off the bed and began packing up, he mentally recalled what was in the fridge, the freezer, and what could be quickest to prepare.
“Where should I put these?” Alex had the pillows in his hands.
“Chuck them on the sunken lounge. If you feel like a movie we can use them later.”
“Sure.” But Alex hesitated, frowning a moment before, turning to walk inside.
“Alex? You okay?” Virgil had his hands full of blanket and folded day bed, but something wasn’t right.
“Um…I don’t…” Alex was stumbling sideways, pillows falling to the floor.
Everything slowed and Virgil was moving, but not fast enough.
Alex struggled to keep his feet, but one bare foot caught in that damned Lego sculpture and then it was all slow motion deja vu.
Lego scattered everywhere, tinkling on the hardwood floor as Virgil slid in to catch Alex. The Lego volcano exploded in all directions as his body collided with it, arms full of lanky, falling engineer.
Time and speed caught up.
“Alex!”
Shocked dark eyes looked up at Virgil. “I don’t feel very good.” His eyelids fluttered closed. “Dizzy.”
“Alex!”
“Uh…” He screwed up his face. “Dizzy.”
Virgil’s heart climbed into his ears thudding away all sound as he lowered Alex gently to the floor, brushing away stray bricks and cushioning his head with one of the dropped pillows.
Scrabbling to his feet, Virgil dashed across the comms room and grabbed the first aid kit, yanking out the medscanner and flashing yellow light across Alex’s prone body.
The machine beeped, and delivered its prognosis.
Oh, hell.
His shoulders dropped.
Alex groaned and tried to roll over.
“Hey, stay put. You’re sick.”
“Wha-?”
“Thunderbird Five?”
John popped into being in the middle of the room. “Tracy Island, what can I- ? Alex? Virgil, report.”
“Please let Māhia know that Alex won’t be returning for at least another week. He has the flu.” Virgil brushed hair out of Alex’s eyes.
“FAB.”
“What? I have- I can’t, I had all my shots.”
“You know it doesn’t work like that.”
“But-“
“Your turn to rest, love.”
“But I have to…goddamnit!”
Virgil couldn’t help but smile through his concern. “You can play math with Scotty in the infirmary.”
Was that a challenged cant to a grumpy eyebrow?
“But I have to-“
“Rest.”
“Viiirgil.” He coughed.
Virgil continued to stroke his hair as both Gordon and Alan came running with a hoverstretcher in tow.
“Not the Lego again?” Alan looked both worried and exasperated at the same time.
As Virgil’s bare foot came down on a very sharp and hard brick while crouching to lift a wriggling Alex onto the hoverstretcher, he only had one solution to that problem. “Yeah, please pack it away this time. I think we’ve had enough Lego this month.” Ouch, he stumbled over another one. “Possibly for decades.”
Alex was muttering something about Erica laughing her ass off and excuses to lengthen his stay on Tracy Island.
Gordon was grinning and agreeing.
Heart still beating just that little too fast, Virgil limped after the hoverstretcher.
New bruises keeping him company.
Damn Lego.
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FIN
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artheresy · 11 months ago
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I have not forgotten the draft regarding "How I would write Clouds Leave No Trace", it still lingers its still there
Im still thinking about how my least favorite parts are Yanqing's characterization, The way the world around Jingliu treats her like she's normal when clearly she's not, The way there's such an effort into putting Yingxing and Dan Feng on the same level of guilt for every single thing that it makes Blade's desire for revenge feel nonsensical and out of no where when he has good reason for it, The way that they don't do more to play up the HCQ's dynamic especially in the normal areas thus making caring about their tragedy a struggle if you haven't done all the "prerequisite reading" (even tho the quest should make the players care more and want to read instead of requiring the opposite), The way that they literally mention Bailu and Blade crossed paths but never show us that scene DESPITE all of the importance placed upon Baiheng and Yingxing's friendship, Did I mention My Massive Problems with my boy Yanqing's characterization in this quest versus what we see of how he's affected both before and after it?
Oh and of course, to mention Jing Yuan not really feeling like he has as much significance being in this quest despite being apart of the HCQ and Jingliu's disciple because yet again, they especially don't do enough to develop on screen (but also not enough in the readable text too) his connections to the rest of the HCQ (which in general if you ask me, makes it a lot harder to be that sad at the moments they clearly want us to feel sad for him over the HCQ)
I could go on and on about the problems of Hyv not fully giving the audience a reason to care for the HCQ's tragedy by the way they are barely shown on screen, shoving it all in readables and character stories and relic lore. Even their legends get barely any screen time to build up to when we hear about the fall out.
Also again, not kidding about Jingliu and the world's perception around her. She is described solely in the beginning as bringing a chill to the room, but she's clearly very intimidating, if you ask me she seems very clearly unstable as well and yet when they waltz around in a populated area with no attention getting drawn to them or suspicion or anything. I also call Massive Bullshit on Bailu being like "Wow but she seems so normal and kind, there's nothing about her at all that could make me think she's marastruck 😲!!" When if you ask me, that whole scene could have been used in a much more meaningful way to make a connection between Bailu and her resemblance to Baiheng Specifically in a way I will further elaborate on in my full post about it BUT YEAH Jingliu deserved so much better with this quest, so so much better
And even just small details get me like Jingliu leaving first from Scalegorge Waterscale, then Jing Yuan, Yanqing and Ren leaving? Like if you ask me, let Jingliu leave with Jing Yuan and Yanqing like they're escorting her (idc about any "She was already turning herself in!" There are a number of reasons to be cautious, not solely of her, and keep her in their view) and then talk to and have Ren leave last.
I am still thinking about it, that post still haunts me daily, I have grown to like the quest but my problems with it are so strong and so clear that it's like AHA I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
#I have so many opinions on this quest#And a clear vision in my mind#I still don't know why it exists in its own little bubble#Why is Yanqing acting so odd in this quest but then goes right back to his normal consistent point of character regarding his failures afte#Also even with the argument of it being Jinglius biased words#Having NO mention of Dan Feng while talking about Yingxing's fate at all is wild and weird#Not even a “His stupidity and loyalty to you got him turned into a monster” kind of thing#Where it doesn't even have to be explicitly all the fault on Dan Feng but treating it like he wasn't at all involved in that transformation#It's crazy to me#But yeah uh#I bet if I wasn't obsessed with Blade and the HCQ#To the point of going through the readables and little quests with any mentions of them and their character stories#That I wouldn't be as emotional as I was during Clouds Leave No Trace because they really don't do enough to give reasons to care#The reason I cried for Blade when I played it is bc I read VotU knew what Baiheng meant to him & the ChrStr to know what they meant to him#The game should do more to tell us those kinds of things upfront if they want us to be more likely to have the reaction they seek#ALSO#NOT ENOUGH FLASHBACKS#SERIOUSLY ADD SOME MORE !!!#Even just snippets and add little lines and moments or views of the past overlaid on the prescent?#Hsr#Honkai star rail#Jingliu#Baiheng#Dan heng#Dan feng#Yanqing#Jing yuan#Yingxing#Hsr blade#high cloud quintet
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tomboyyyaoi · 1 year ago
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o i wanted to make a post that im honestly not smart enough to actually sit down and think out but i like the way meryls trauma doesnt completely woobify her character but does still affect her, it just feels nice to see a female charcater not be completely reduced to a wet soggy mess bc of trauma but also not to (very unrealistically) just Get Over It i think trigun has a nice balance and its refreshing
#also not saying its a secret feminist masterpiece or anything (coz ive seen ppl say that and. come on) but i still think it does well-#enough to be given an appreciative nod#i mean its clear nightow didnt know what to do w milly n meryl after a certain point bc there was just. So much goin on w vash and knives#so he just has the girls do some nomad stuff offscreen until he was ready to bring them back in and yknow what i dont hate that#i think its important to note the women in trigun are fucking amazing tho like. rem meryl luida elendira even lina#and yeah millys underdeveloped but still shes so good#so im not gnna sit here and criticise nightow for being just as misogynistic as some other male mangaka bc i think he does very well#and thats not even to say the bar is on the floor like i truly believe that. i love meryl for a reason#but. ppl can we maybe stop w the 'trigun is so feminist' praise bc lets be real nightow probably just has a thing for strong women#98 anime is a little different tho i was pullin some faces while rewatching some clips.#im obvs talking abt the manga#and stampede is still not done so i wont comment too much on that besides the fact i like where its going (girlwise)#i dont usually like viewing manga thru this lense bc its not the same culture and feminism looks different in japan than it does over here#but i saw a chart. it made me twist up my face and go hrrrrnnnmmmmmnnnnmmnnm..... nnhhnnhhjnnn... mmmmmmmm#jesus i didnt mean to go off in these tags i just wanted to make another 'meryl good' post for the pile#ig im still thinkin abt that chart idk i guess it stuck w me (regretfully)#anyway point is i love meryl for a reason trigun women are great thanks nightow but im not gnna praise him for bein a feminist icon
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orcelito · 2 months ago
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Sasuke is Out! Sasuke is Doing things! What will Sasuke do?! I have no idea!!! I've never gotten this far in the story before, so I have no idea how things are going from here!!!! But Sasuke is Loose!!!!!!
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Quoting this post to myself as I see Sasuke walking around and doing things. I haven't seen this guy do anything in like a hundred episodes. It's so exciting
#speculation nation#fanny watches naruto#it's so sweet seeing Suigetsu and Jugo trying to find Sasuke again#meanwhile Karin is under lock and key. yet shes playing with their expectations to her advantage#her pretending to be just the stupid sasuke obsessed girl to make them not pay attention to her#to let her keep the picture that actually contains some fucking lockpicks. crafty af#and her GLASSES??? the arm of her glasses is hiding a little secret knife?!?!! thats so cool karin wtf#i love when shes shown to be capable like this. like her sasuke fangirling was real. before.#but idk about now after he tried to kill her. he does Not deserve to keep her affections after that for Sure.#but shes still using the act. making people underestimate her. so crafty. like fuck yeah you go you funky little outlaw#i do love that shes genuinely a bitch. i hated her when i was younger bc i hated sasuke#and the fangirling still does annoy me. but shes also more than the fangirling.#shes so COOL when shes not obsessing over sasuke. i wanna see more of her!!!!!#unfortunately now i have to go back to this shit ass kage fight. really boring to me. now that sasuke's out i dont caaaaaare#it's just a bunch of OP ninja throwing rocks and shit at each other. madara literally dropped Two giant fucking meteors on the battlefield#like it was just one and it was a huge deal but tsuchikage and gaara stopped it. yay!!#but then it was such a Gradeschooler One Upping You moment where madara was like. Heh. well actually. theres Two.#and the 2nd one falls on the first and kills a bunch of people etc etc like come onnnn this isnt even fun anymore#we're just committing massive ecological damage all around#also killer bee literally PURPOSEFULLY clearing a massive section of forest for the sake of visibility#NONE of these ninja care about the environment!!!!! those poor trees and creatures!!!!!!#anytime theres some kind of poison something and they show it off by having birds or whatever die like#STOP!!!! youre killing the environment!!!!! stop it!!!!!!!!!#anyways what a show. the more ridiculously massive the fight gets the less fun it is to watch.#why should i care about guys throwing boulders at each other. Boringggg show me some people punching the shit outta each other.#THE TAIJUTSU!!!! WHERES THE TAIJUTSU!!!!! STOP WITH UR OP NINJA MAGIC SHOW ME TAIJUTSU!!!!!!!!#i also really want to see itachi. where is he. sasuke's loose now i know he teams up with itachi Where Is He....#LETS GET SOME UCHIHA UP IN THIS BITCH!!!! madara get ur pasty ass out of here and tobi stick your head in a toilet#only the uchiha BROTHERS here get those old guys OUTTA HEREEEEEEE#anywyas i actually folded some laundry while watching. wild. having fun rn
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theater-of-dimensions · 1 year ago
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I just found the cutest worm in my apple 🥺 it was a very nice orangey salmon pink and like 3 mm long
#Tbc it was an apple from the tree in our yard so it's 100% fine and normal to find a worm#Because the only quality control those apples go through is me looking at them and being like 'yeah that looks edible' and yoinking it off#But it was just funny because I was eating it while watering some plants so I wasn't paying attention to the apple#And I glanced down and this lil guy was just sitting where I had just bitten off a chunk lookin at me like 'bro wtf my house'#Anyway I fucking love nature and animals and there is so much biodiversity in one yard#I was going around kicking all the puffy dandelion heads to spread the seeds more#And I walked into one corner of the yard and looked down and the grass below was *teeming* with life#Like it looked like the plants were moving#Because there were so many little crickets hopping around#And also the echinacea is in full bloom surrounded by raspberries so there are So! Many! Bees!#They're all out here in their lil puffy sweaters!!#RHSLDHOKSBDHKSDHSK THE NATURAL WORLD IS SO FULL OF WONDER AND I AM SO FULL OF LOVE#Anyway shoutout to Coyote Peterson and the Brave Wilderness yt channel for making me be normal about bugs#Because to be clear I absolutely do still have a phobia of them#But! They're just so shaped!#Edit: sure hope that worm didn't have any roommates because if so. uh. I ate them :/#I'm pretty sure it was just the one though#It was right at the bottom in the like fuckin butthole of the apple (idk what it's called); it looked like it was full of dirt and goo#(which I assume is the worm's poop and other slime idk)#I thoroughly rinsed it off with the garden hose so we good
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