#some of the content kinda sucked too tho

[avans-apothecary]

I hated 2020-2021 but I gotta admit I had some of my favorite sanders sides rps and aus then

[claire-starsword]

Authentic Story of the Shining Force - Saint Fencer Max - Chapter 4

Translation notes:

This is the last boob joke. We're free at last.

Here's the retranslation of every scene with the Spring of Recollection in the game. Overall, her speech here is fairly close to what she says in Waral in-game, with a few details from her final appearance sprinkled in, like her care for Cain. It does misses a few nuances though, like the Legacy being more than just Dark Dragon.

I don't think I've ever seen art of the Spring, but notably, she gets a portrait in the GBA version, and it looks a lot like the manga design, with the slightly wavy hair and especially the blank eyes.

Obviously, the manga rushes through the plot since it's short, thus a lot of places are skipped. I didn't even feel like pointing them out before. However I will point out Waral not being here this time, because Waral happens to not be in the beta map either, and it has very contradicting lore between the ASCII guide and the World Book, meaning it might have not been well developed. Besides, Chapter 5 is very weirdly structured. You get two ship battles that are basically the same, you get to Waral by accident, you advance the plot by going to Ring Reef for no reason and everyone telling you it's off-limits while letting you waltz in anyway, and hardly anything happens in the shrine besides you hearing about the Manual, which is not even a big deal because you get to Rudo by accident later (two ship accidents!! why repeat this plot point!!) and would go to Dragonia anyway to help Bleu. Basically, I obviously can't prove it, but it wouldn't surprise me if the ocean shrine was initially thought off as only a plot scene, and the battles/town added much later for gameplay reasons.

Perhaps worth mentioning, the GBA version also makes a point to mention that Max got lost in the shrine alone, and everyone was worried about him, which does remind me a lot of the ship scene here.

uh oh. i hit image limit for the first time and i don't wanna remove either of these pics. more notes on a reblog later.

[lovelikeatruck]

I wanted to go on a blocking spree on twt but mk fans get super aggressive over that so nvm I guess

[toxycodone]

WHAT ARE YOUR DAISUKE HCS ??? GENERAL AND DATING ??? 🥺🥺🙏🙏

ship. daisuke jaurez (mouthwashing) x reader

content. general + sfw + fluff

an. ummm like and reblog and leave comments or I’ll shave Daisuke bald. also no weird babying Daisuke 💪🏽

General

This is pretty much confirmed he’s Asian + Latino but he’s definitely Japanese/Mexican to me. He’s so SoCal coded it’s absolutely ridiculous. I’m thinking like…he lived close to the border or is from San Francisco or LA and has a lot of family in SoCal.

As far as MBTI goes I’m saying he’s an ESFP/ENFP and as far as Zodiac goes I’m saying Gemini or Cancer.

In his formative years he had a “dank memes” phase. Like, middle/high school Daisuke was a total dork. He was a kid lucky enough to be diagnosed w adhd when he was younger so he was on meds and did EXCEPTIONAL in school. Lived off the praise of teachers. He was especially good at science and math. (Which is why his parents encouraged him to get a mechanic internship).

^adding to this he has adhd + depression (the depression is more of a byproduct of the ADHD tho) and he takes meds!! he probably takes stimmies so he’s personally really concerned about his heart health.

HE HAD AN UGLY DUCKLY PHASE. Glasses + braces king. And he was awkward asf. But he slowly grew into himself and his style. He still has insecurities though and doesn’t think he’s that attractive bc of it.

I don’t think he made it past community college or gen Ed courses though. (He has HELLA test anxiety and despite being smart he sucks hard at ACT/SAT). In college he felt really isolated and it was hard for him to get out there so. He kinda shut down.

To me he’s around 23-25 years old. Old enough to where the pressure to “do something with his life” and figure shit out is hitting hard. But also like, still at an age where you’re first figuring shit out. He’s really insecure about this. Not because he’s stupid or anything he just has NO idea what to do w his life and can’t figure it out.

He had/has a part-time gig at a local art store he absolutely adores. He’s an artist and participated in a lot of local competitions/collabs/etc. he’s made a lot of connections here and wants to be a full time artist BUT this is where his parents draw the line. He’s fought w his parents a few times about this but it ultimately boiled down to “we’re just concerned it won’t pay/etc.”

He begrudgingly accepts this bc he knows it’s bc his parents care so much about him and want him to be successful bc they think he’s a smart guy.

Loves, loves, loves traditions and holidays. He dresses up and decorates for them all. Gets way too excited about seasonal drinks and food specials too LOL.

This is kinda random but. Vaquero Daisuke. Idk what to do with this HC but I think he loves Western style and tried to do horse riding as a kid but his mom enrolled him in DRESSAGE as a kid and he was like THIS IS SO CRINGE.

still enjoys the rodeo though. If he could get back on a horse again he’d do barrel racing.

Grew up having to take his shoes off before going in the House so on the Tulpar he always leaves his shoes neatly by his door to feel some sort of normalcy 💔 (at home he usually kicks them off into a corner and it always annoys his mom)

He has a good relationship with his parents. They really, really try to understand their son and are really patient with him but they don’t want him to end up complacent (he probably has a cousin or two who are too spoiled and his parents HATE that.)

Specially close to his mom though. She spoils him bc that is her BABY and he’s such a sweetheart despite it all it’s hard for her not to (his dad is kinda similar too but is like. Trying to hold back.)

Thrifting god. (Canon from the devs btw.) It doesn’t matter that he has the money for new clothes, he has a passion for scoring unique finds. He’s also a frequent enjoyer of vintage markets and pop up shops. I also personally think he loves farmers markets.

Probably a furry (doesn’t suit up though) and definitely enjoys raves (ask him about his Kandi collection)

Also buys concert tickets for local venues in bulk (like he catches them on sale and like. For a month he’s going to a new venue every weekend for a show). He’s so proud of being into niche musicians.

an avid member of fashiontok. I really think he loves this and reads theories and shit. He has a pretty good following on his fashion/life account. But he really cares the most about his meme account (brainrot enjoyer)

He gets tattoos/piercings instead of therapy (has a belly button ring he adores btw and very much cares about his ear setup. He is still planning it meticulously)

There is 100% a cringy tattoo somewhere dumb he got either drunk or on a bet. Ima headcanoning he has a tattoo of a bee on his knee (genuinely thinks this is a fire tat btw)

Y2K BADDIE. His style inspo is so “male lead and or comic relief in a 2000s romcom”. He’s so nostalgic for the 90s too (he gives me gen Z who clings so hard to being a 90s kid but was like. Born in 1999/1998 LOL)

Brown eyeliner enjoyer. He looks gorgeous.

Has a pinup poster of some girl in his room but it’s mainly just for the aesthetic (again. trying to be like dudes from the 90s/00s movies/TV shows).

Romantic

Okay. This may be against the grain idk but I don’t think he falls first. He just really really wants to be your friend and then it hits him that he has a crush and is like. Oh.

I think he’s a total dork. He’s not 100% inexperienced or whatever and he’s an attractive guy!! But like. His rizz is 0. He’s not the type to like smirk and be sexy he’s just a dork and tells jokes and is a total sweetheart.

Crushing Daisuke is like. Insane. He actually is kinda okay at hiding it but he SO easily gets embarrassed while trying to showcase how cool and confident he is. Like. He won’t try insanely hard before he’s breaking down in laughter BUT. YEAH.

He finds himself trying to learn guitar to impress you or get a new piercing or tattoo bc maybe you’ll think it’s cool then he’s like “oh I’m cooked.” (Verbatim)

Calls you dude/bro/etc regardless of your gender or relationship status. You will be married and he’s like “hey dude”. 💀

He also likes calling you bae/babe (EWWWW *twirls my hair*) and POOKIE LMFAOOOO. calls you baefy too esp if it annoys you.

It’s his earnest attitude that is the hottest thing about him though. His attraction to you is so genuine. When he says he loves you, he means it. ITS SO…YEAH. There’s no doubt about it and the LOOK IN HIS EYES…MY GOOOOOD HES IN LOOOOVE. You are the best thing to him.

It’s really important to him you have a close relationship with his parents. Like, don’t worry it’s not difficult. They may be a little ehhhh at first (I don’t think Daisuke’s judgement is 100% great w romantic partners) but once they see you two interacting it CLICKS. You become a part of the family. You’re always invited to bday parties and dinners and cookouts and everything (his mom is so cool and you guys mix drinks together and his dad has a green egg or blacktop he’s so proud of and teaches you how to use it)

Sends you tiktoks as a means of affection. Like. Your notifs are clogged and it’s because he just has so much to show you (THERES SO MANY ROMANCE ONES MAN then it’ll be like the most brainrot shit you’ve ever seen)

PHYSICAL AFFECTION IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE OH MY GOD.

Literallt he’s to kiss you every time he sees you or he’s gonna go crazy. He’ll pepper your face in kisses. He can’t resist you’re just SOOOO cute he loves you.

He holds you like a teddy bear when you guys cuddle. If you have your head on his chest you can hear his heart just SLAMMING against his chest and he tries so hard to play it cool but he’s just too full of love.

But he also loves resting on your chest or thighs. Bro falls asleep on you a LOT.

He plays with your hands and fingers. I like to think he does this when you speak to him and then he starts wondering what your index finger would look like with a pretty engagement ring and fantasizes about proposing and a wedding and then you say something and he snaps back into reality.

Passes the orange test or whatever the fuck that is his parents always cut fruit for him so he does the same to you. Will just cut up and apple and be like “hey do you want some?”

I think what he appreciates the most in return from you is verbal praise/reaffirmation. He trusts you so much to be honest with him and values your opinions a lot SO. When you tell him you like him and that he’s handsome and stuff he can let out a sigh of relief bc he actually believes you. You help build up his self confidence. ❤️

@mochiiniko (tagging bc I answered ur ask!)

[levemetal]

Have some various OG!Shangjiu brainrot + OG!Shang Qinghua design from my side - I do like to imagine he's quite different from Airplane.

I love rareships even if they're a pain cause there is like 0 content. Guess I have to do it myself then.

Disorganized OG SQH thoughts under cut

If we can believe Airplane on SQH, his upbringing wasn't too terrible nor all that great, probably some "disposable" son in a family, starting as outer disciple on An Ding. Presumably he runs into the inadvertent ambush by Mobei-Jun, and is similarly thrown to die by his fellow disciples. Assuming this happens as such in the OG timeline, it's easy to see why SQH would have no qualms betraying the sect. Overall tho, I imagine he was ambitious even before MBJ to fight his way up the ranks regardless of the cost. I don't imagine him to be afraid to climb over corpses, if only to secure himself a place as peak lord. I could see him having a bit of a two-sidedness to him kinda like NHS. Pretend to be demure and harmless/weak to get what he wants and not draw attention since everyone assumes him incompetent outside of his work as lord of paperwork, but a lot more ruthless and unfriendly on the inside. He doesn't particularly care for his fellow peak lords and thus is willing to sell the secrets to MBJ in exchange for his life Cold and calculating, ruthless, A grade actor, two faced, rude but repays debts (like mbj leaving him alive and therefore doing stuff for him; I think he'd be aware that he's hopelessly outmatched against mbj so is this technically coercion??)

Anyway with SJ probably an enemy/rivals to lovers situation starting with a spiderman pointing meme game of "I know what you are" and ending in "everyone sucks - I agree" and watching the world burn together or something it's all still vague in my head

[aanxiousangel]

I'm always dying for more asl bros content pretty please *sparkly dog eyes*

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ~

anˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ANONNNNN YOU READ MY MIND AND STOLE MY HEART goshhhhh i love asl bros I COULD CRY <3 its a little unedited tho fml :') ((and if its not obvious ace is my BABYYYY)) wcˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 2965 total cwˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jealousy, y/n smacks tf out of ace, y/n is kinda fuckin drunk..., cheesy shit

Portgas D Ace

Fire Fist Ace. Loved by many, loved even more by women on the islands. You decided to join him in sailing, tired of being stuck on that island. Sure, you saw Ace as a brother for a long, long time. But…it was inevitable. You hit puberty and suddenly, it wasn’t some sibling bond. It was nothing but blood, sweat, and tears to fight off the emotions.

I mean… Come on. He was tall and fucking hot. Literally. You lost count of how many times he almost burned you when he was still learning how to control his devil fruit powers. In turn, you poured ice cold water on him as some sort of punishment. He wasn’t happy in the slightest.

Eventually, you two grew into some fine young adults. And I mean fine as hell. Pirates swooned over you left and right until they saw Ace constantly by your side. Despite them catching somewhat of a memo, the fangirls did not.

Women flocked to the ebony-haired beauty with ease, practically dogpiling upon seeing him to get to him. Often enough, it earned him a free round of drinks and food in an attempt to catch his attention. It made your skin crawl constantly.

And while he definitely seemed like a flirt, he couldn’t care less. He did enjoy the food and liquor though. He was just so oblivious to you glaring daggers from the bar.

Little to your knowledge, Ace purposely scared men off by your side, throwing evil glares or quite literally spitting fireballs at them. Like your own personal guard dog.

One night, you’d had one too many and you couldn’t help but get irritated. You paid your tab, not giving Ace and his groupies a second glance as you stormed out. It took the drunken sailor a moment, not thinking it was you storming out at first. But the second he caught a whiff of your sweetened scent, he jumped the table, darting out after you.

Hell, you were already halfway to the ship when he spotted you. Have you ever seen a man run so fast in heavy ass boots?! Fuck no. But his impending steps scared the shit out of you. You drew your katana, spinning around to meet Ace’s neck with the blade.

He could see the fear in your eyes until your brain registered it was him. There was a moment where your gaze softened, but quickly turned sour. It made his heart ache. You never gave him that look.

“Why did you leave? The party wasn’t over!” Ace rasped, still catching his breath as you sheathed the sharp blade.

“Go back, Ace,” you snapped, a slight slur between your words.

“C’mon, Y/N, come back with me,” he pouted, knowing it made you weak. His damned puppy-pleading eyes and lip quiver always had you giving in.

“No,” you snapped, turning on your heel to continue going home.

“What the fuck?” Ace fell into step alongside you, staring in disbelief. “You actually just… Y/N! What did I do?”

“Nothing, Ace! Go party with your fanclub,” you huffed out, running a hand through your grimey hair. Gods, you were beginning to sweat just from anger.

“Wait, fanclub? Those chicks? Is that why you’re so pissy?” His voice had risen, as if he had a right to be upset with you. You just wanted to get out of there.

“Pissy?!” You half-laughed half-scoffed, stopping dead in your tracks.

“Yeah! Pissy! You’re bein’ childish!” He mocked your exasperated tone.

“Oh, because you can talk!” A sarcastic laugh escaped you as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Ace sucked his teeth, “Don’t be a bitch, Y/N.”

Before you could think about your actions, your palm was stinging and his jaw was slack with shock. Neither of you were exactly coordinated at the moment so it was his jawbone catching most of the impact. His hand carefully cupped the stinging sensation, his jaw moving side to side.

“Fuck,” you whispered, staring at him all doe-eyed. “A-Ace, I’m so sorry. I-I…”

“You really pack a fuckin’ punch,” he chuckled, not meeting your eyes.

“I swear it won’t happen…again…” You watched as he took a deep breath, looking up at the sky.

“Stop bottlin’ shit up. That’s exactly what happens. You fucking blow up,” Ace’s voice held no anger, no malice, nothing. He sounded almost like a parent scolding their child.

“I’m going back to the ship.” You whispered, stepping back.

Ace’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, yanking you into him. Nausea hit as you stumbled into his chest. You couldn’t even warn him before it spewed from your mouth, eyes watering as you choked.

“Ew! Y/N!” Ace whined, quickly jumping back.

“You throw a drunk person–” Another wave hit you, forcing you to vomit on the stone road, “And you expect them not to vomit?”

“You stink,” Ace shuddered, stepping back.

“Obviously,” you sobered up, standing up carefully. There was a bit of vomit in your hair making you cringe. “I need a shower.”

“Shit, now I do too,” he whined again, freaking out that a drop of vomit splattered on his leg.

You rolled your eyes, “Could have one of your maidens clean you up.”

Ace frowned at you, “Come on! I thought ya dropped this whole chick thing!”

“Whatever, Ace,” you walked up the gangway, leaving him on the edge of the docks.

You didn’t hear his heavy boots following behind anymore. It twisted your stomach into knots as you walked through the empty ship, finding your way to the bathroom. Your hands weakly worked the nozzles to turn the water warm, eyes still unfocused from the amount of sake you downed to forget the image of him. Specifically the women flanking his sides, shoving alcohol and food down his throat. Somehow, not their tongues.

Steam fogged the bathroom as you undressed, a little wobbly on your feet. Puking was definitely your least favorite thing to do after a party. The door swung open as you worked the buttons on your shorts, a sharp scream escaping you.

“Tell me what the hell I did,” Ace shut the door behind him, hands on his hips like a sassy woman.

“Ace! Get out!” You covered your breasts immediately.

“Tell me what’s got a stick up your ass!” He wasn’t even focused on your tits. Just the fact that he couldn’t understand why you were genuinely angry at him.

“I’m naked, asshole!” You felt dizzy, heavily embarrassed by his intrusion.

“I have boobs too!” Ace motioned to his muscles, clearly not giving a shit how you were freaking out.

“Those are pecs!? Are you dumb?!” You tried shoving him towards the door, but he wasn’t budging.

“Same shit. Now talk,” his boot tapped impatiently as he pouted.

“Oh, my god! Turn around!” You whined, needing to get in the water while it was still hot.

Ace rolled his eyes, turning around. You shoved the rest of your clothes off, almost eating shit as you hid behind the shower curtain, soaked with water. He glanced back, seeing your shadow against the opaque drape.

“Start explainin’.” He moved to sit on the countertop, leaning back against the wall.

“It’s not a big fuckin’ deal, Ace.” You thoroughly washed your hair, the massage making your eyes roll back. Fuck, how long had it been since you felt this clean?

“It is to me, Y/N. That should mean somethin’ to you.” He muttered. Maybe you were hearing things, but he sounded hurt.

“It just gets on my nerves to see women obsess over you.” You stated, closing your eyes as the water drained the bubbles from your locks.

“Someone’s jealous.” His smirk was evident in his voice.

You stayed silent. It wasn’t easy to lie to him. Nor did you want to confirm his suspicions.

“Y/N?”

Nope. Not doing it.

“Y/N.”

You were planning on staying silent but he yanked open the curtain, half worried that you’d magically died in the shower. He let out a sigh of relief when you shrieked, smacking his hand away to pull the curtain back into place.

“Pervert!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“I thought you dropped dead, idiot!”

“Are you dense?!”

Ace pursed his lips, staring at your eyes. What did he do wrong? Obviously, opening the shower might’ve been was wrong. But the anger. You were so angry with him… It actually hurt his feelings. Poor baby.

“Ace, why are you so stuck on this?”

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

And there goes your heart. It ached at his words. If you weren’t soaking wet and bare, you would’ve hugged him. So, you did the next best thing you could think of. You told him the truth.

“You’re an idiot.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. A habit when you were giving in to whatever he wanted.

“Ouch. Hurtful,” Ace crossed his arms.

“No, not because of that. You’re so fucking blind, Ace. I’m…fuck. I like you! So, yes, I get upset when women are touching you, getting all of your attention. You flirt with them in front of my face. It hurts. You always do that shit.”

Ace’s poor face. His jaw slacked, staring at you. He was stuck on those three words. Was he seriously that drunk..? Was he starting to hallucinate? Had to be. Not…not you, right? How could he be so blind? He was a god at reading women, so, why not you? Right up until this point, he assumed you still saw him as your older brother.

“Earth to Ace?” Your hand waved in front of his face.

“You like me…” He exhaled, not realizing he stopped breathing for a few seconds.

“Yeah, kinda just said that.” You yanked the shower curtain closed to finish up.

“You like me!” Ace yanked it back open.

“Stop that!” You tried fighting his strength without ripping the thin plastic.

“Hell no!” Ace jumped into the shower, almost falling over as he cupped your face. “You fucking like me?! Since when?”

“Sh-ince–” He squished your face too much, making it hard for you to speak clearly. “Ace!”

“Sorry.” He retracted his hands, resting them on his hat.

“Since we were kids, dumbass,” you rubbed your cheeks softly.

“I’m so stupid,” Ace breathed.

“You are,” you went to turn back to your shower, but he was quicker.

The tiles were ice cold against your back. The warmth of his lips made up for it though. He pulled back, looking down at you.

“You taste like vomit.”

“Ace!”

Flame Emperor Sabo

The stars twinkled against the midnight sky. You poor thing, drinking away your feelings. It almost became a monthly ritual. You’d sneak off in the dark with a heavy bottle of sake and sit on the shore’s edge. Water rippled around your toes, leaving icy kisses against your skin.

It wasn’t that you enjoyed being drunk out of your mind. It just took the edge off most times. You actually kind of hated the burn. The flavor wasn’t too great. Flavor… Huh, your mind lingered on wondering what Sabo tasted like. Just one little kiss. Wouldn’t that be something…

This was the first night you finished a whole bottle so you weren’t coherent whatsoever. You didn’t catch the footsteps walking up behind you or his voice softly calling your name. Not until his hand rested on your shoulder did you look over and see him.

His blond curls and black attire made you smile lopsidedly. You thought that you were just starting to see things from your inebriated state. Fuck, how strong was that liquor?

“You look like Sabo,” a giggle escaped you followed by a hiccup.

“I would think so,” he chuckled softly, sitting next to you. “Why are you out here?”

“I don’t know,” you turn your gaze back up to the stars.

“Are you sure about that?” Sabo hummed, gazing up at the sky.

“It’s dumb,” you snort, rubbing your heavy eyes.

“Tell me. I’m a great listener, you know,” he chuckled.

“I just really like him. No…I love him.” You sigh, your eyes growing heavy. You desperately try to fight it off, but it’s getting harder by the second. “But he doesn’t feel the same. So, I drink to force it all out. Or push it down. However it works. It’s a thing now. My thing. I don’t know how you found me.”

“Who?” His voice cracked, his eyes moving to glance at you subtly.

“Sabo.” Now it’s your own voice’s turn to crack. “He’s so sweet, so passionate. He doesn’t have time for a relationship though…”

He stays silent. Did he hear you right? Were you even sure? He could see the bottle was empty. There was no way you were all the way there. You must’ve been drunk out of your mind.

“See? ‘S dumb,” you mumble tiredly. “Just…don’t tell him I told you.”

“I won’t.” He watched your eyes slowly close, your body letting the waves lull you asleep. “I promise.”

Sabo scooped you up, bringing you back to the ship. He made a B-line for his quarters, tucking you into his bed. Out of respect, he wasn’t going to sleep with you. He couldn’t. But…your hand latched onto him tightly, brows furrowed in your sleep. Sabo tried to tug your hand from his coat but fuck, were you strong.

Sabo sighed and slid in beside you, holding you close. “I love you, too, Y/N.”

“I know,” you mumbled drunkenly against his chest, feeling his body tense up against you.

Monkey D Luffy

Oh, sweet Luffy. Such innocence in this strong fighter. It was laughable really. You could absolutely do anything and he wouldn’t bat an eye. Wouldn’t dare second-guess that you were just being you. After all, you two grew up together. Well, you four. But you followed Luffy on his adventure, some sort of instinct to protect this naive kid.

You were really into him. The whole crew could see it from miles away. Nami and Franky always teased you about it. Hell, even Sanji teased you. He tried giving you love advice, but you’d give him a pointed look and he would roll his eyes.

“You don’t have to look at me like that.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Alright! Alright! Tch. I know.”

You’d bring Luffy snacks while he was busy doing things around the ship–if he wasn’t already scavenging the fridge. Or force his stinky self to bathe. He’d scream halfway across the ship, telling the crew you were kidnapping him. Robin would tease that you were like his mother which you’d shiver in disgust.

“So, you enjoy being a parent?”

“What?”

“You’re like his mom.”

“Ew… That feels so wrong.”

One Sunday evening, Luffy came creeping into your room. He watched you carefully, extremely confused. You looked up from your book, raising your eyebrow as he flinched.

“What’s wrong, Luffy?”

“Bath.”

“Is it broken?” You get up, leaving your book on the bed.

“No. You didn’t make me take one.”

You stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Um, no, I didn’t.”

“Why?” He tilted his head and it made you smile.

“I’m not your mom,” you shrug softly, rubbing your arm awkwardly.

“So?” Luffy, still confused, went over and started tugging you along. “I know you’re not.”

“Where we goin’?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Bath.” He made it sound so obvious.

“You want a bath?” Your hand flew up to your mouth to stop your laughter.

Luffy stepped into the bathroom, pointing at the tub. “No… Yes… I don’t know.”

You started the water, plugging up the drain. He watched you, pouting. Why’d you stop fighting him? Was he being too annoying? His chest felt funny as he stared at you.

“Why aren’t you making me take one?” He asked again, poking your side.

“I figured you didn’t want it.”

You weren’t just going to up and tell him Robin’s comment made you feel strange and distant. You didn’t want him seeing you as his mother. Not when you had feelings for him.

“You’re lying. Your nose moved.”

“What?”

“Your nose. It did that thing when you lied.”

Your face went red, looking away from him. You shut the water off and nodded at it.

“Get in.” You glanced at him.

“No. Why are you lying? We don’t lie to each other.”

Luffy was right. You two didn’t lie to each other. It was just something that stuck all throughout the years. You sighed softly, dropping your head between your hands.

“I know and I’m sorry. But I can’t tell you.”

“That’s the same thing as lying.”

“Luffy, get in the damn tub.”

“Hey! Don’t be mean!” Luffy whined.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry,” you rubbed your face, looking up at him. Dammit. He was adorable. Cute. Really fucking attractive. Especially when he wore his shirt open… Crap. “Luffy, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Luffy tilted his head again. “What’s wrong?”

“No, like, I love love you.” You mumbled.

“What do you mean?” He sat in front of you, forcing you to look at him.

“Like… I have a crush on you, dummy. I love you. In love,” You bit your inner cheek, nervously tapping your heel on the floor.

“And…you didn’t want to make me take a bath because you love love me?” Luffy got up, taking his clothes off.

You looked away until you could hear the water splashing, “It’s not going to make sense.”

“Oh, well,” Luffy laid in the water. Before the effects could fully weaken him, he yanked you into the tub with him. “I think I love love you too.”

“Asshole!” You sputtered, looking up at him now drenched.

Luffy grinned, puckering his lips. Maybe he wasn’t so naive.

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

BLADE NSFW ALPHABET

My first time writing NSFW alphabet, enjoy. + 18 content under cut. Who should I do next?

GENERAL MASTERLIST

Aftercare

Blade is a bit awkward during aftercare, he is very touch deprived person and most people don't even dare to look him in the eye, afraid of his criminal record and mara. Still, he cares about your wellbeing so if you tell him to clean you up or bring you a glass of water he will do so immediately. He just needs to learn how to take care of somebody properly once again.

He will let you do whatever you want with his body tho, you can cuddle him (don't worry about his initial stiffness, he will relax if you massage his scalp), give him kisses, even braid his hair. He very rarely allows somebody to get into his inner circle but once you are there he is very lenient person overall. He got very distrustful and aloof with age, he is too tired to sleep around with people he doesn't have emotional connection to if he can just rub one off in need instead of being vulnerable in front of a stranger. To get anywhere close to his body you need to get through his defences first, and once you do he gets kinda soft for you.

You know how he allows Stellaron Hunters to use his phone, accepted Kafka's nickname for him, listens to Silver Wolf yapping about games etc.? Now you have that privilege to annoy him as well.

Body part

He feels very detached from his body, to the point of objectifying himself as a Blade. He doesn't like any part of his body in particular but he is entertained by your reaction to his chest. When you swoon over it, cuddle his boobs or suck on them he definitely is amused. Might even pat your head when you push your face in it.

On you he absolutely adores your face and all the cute expressions he can observe on it. He especially likes it when your eyes light up at his sight and when your gaze gets clouded with desire.

Cum

He doesn't mind making a mess at all, but if you prefer it inside of your holes he will do as you wish. He doesn't care much about that, he's not disgusted by yours or his bodily fluids with one exception. If it lands on your face anywhere besides your lips and chin he will wipe it down in a second, he doesn't want to feel like he disrespects you.

Dirty secret

So Blade is a very flexible, fit man...Once during jerking off he realised he can bend and lick the tip of his pretty long dick. He came instantly.

Experience

I believe his experience as Blade is limited to occasional quickie with Kafka, just to release some tension in between missions. I don't see them as proper lovers, more of a coworkers with occasional benefits, of course he respects her and cares about her but nothing else. Once he got committed to you he stopped sleeping with her. Kafka isn't bitter about that cause she has many options but if she finds you cute she might suggest threesome sometimes.

As Yingxing his situation was much more interesting. I don't necessarily see High Cloud Quintet as a polycule, but you can't convince me that him and Dan Heng didn't play around a bit, even now their fates are intertwined in special way and they reference each other. They just give divorced couple vibes, sorry not sorry. The way Blade refers to Baiheng so tenderly makes me believe he had a certain past with her as well, I ship her with Jingliu but I think Blade was in love with Baiheng at some point. His feeling were probably unreciprocated.

It's just my headcanon so don't cancel me pls.

Fav position

He likes it when you ride him, doesn't matter of it's his face, thigh or dick... He wants you to get yourself off on him in selfish way. When he gets on top he likes missionary cause he loves your lewd expressions so much.

Goofy

Blade takes intimate situations very siriously, it's not easy for him to show you his scars and he prefers to not joke around during sex. If he feels like it, he might tease you a little bit after it but that's it.

Hair

Just like in case of his beard, he takes good care of it. It's not completely shaved like his face but it's soft and clean.

Intimacy

For him to turn into your service switch you need to make him feel very safe and accepted, it makes him very vulnerable to give himself like that. It's important for him that you don't want to change him and appreciate him with all his scars. He can't be fixed and if you understand this and you don't mind - it's a very good beginning.

He might not be the most affectionate man out there but he will hold you like you are his greatest treasure, carress your hair and kiss your forehead so you feel safe in his arms.

Jack off

He doesn't get horny often if his sex partner isn't around to arouse him, after 800 years he doesn't see much appeal in jerking off. Still, he will do that to put himself to clear his mind and put himself to sleep faster. His hands are stiff and get tired fast so he masturbates by pounding into a fleshlight.

Kink

To me he is a switch (leaning sub) so I will split kinks into sub and dom. As a sub:

This man calls himself a Blade. It's easier to go through all the pain as a cold weapon without soul than as a shadow of his former self, genius who lost his ability to create and his main ambition. So he gave himself a new purpose, objectifying himself in the process of becoming his last masterpiece.

The thing about swords is they are meant to be used, directed by hand of their owner. Centuries of self-objectification messed with the way he perceives his body, also during sex. He wants to be used by you to please yourself and he needs to know he does good job as your toy. He has heavy praise kink, please tell him how great he feels and how he fulfills all your needs.

His extended life lost spark centuries ago, he craves intense sex to feel something. Blade has a high pain tolerance, he likes it rough. While he might be a bit skeptical towards typical tools used on masochists like whips or paddles, scratch his back really hard when he pounds into you and he will go crazy. He will mock you if you try to give him love bites but secretly will enjoy the sensation.

As a dom:

He is still obsessed with being used for your pleasure, but this time he takes matters into his own hands. He will figure out how to give you best sex of your life, even at the cost of overstimulating you. Trust me, he's very observant. He will use every trick known to him to fulfill you with his fingers, tongue and cock until there is not a single coherent thought left in your brain.

Sometimes he feels like this is not enough to ruin you properly. He will use toys to play with you even more, on a rare occasion he might think about threesome but he is very picky about who can touch you and he has one strict rule - nobody but him can slide into your tight hole. He will let Kafka satisfy you with her mouth and scissor/grind into you tho, if you are fine with it.

If you want to see the dominant side of him more often you just need to ask or to misbehave a bit, he is a natural brat-tamer. Loves to show you your place and fuck the attitude out of you, sight of submissive look in your teary eyes makes him very hard. Knowing he earned this look from you feeds his pride.

Location

He needs to feel safe and in control of his surroundings. Sorry, the only places he can unwind in are his room and his car. Don't worry, he made sure the backsits are extra comfortable and warmed up.

Motivation

In the past he used to have sex to get his mind off certain things from his past, but with a regular sex partner he will most likely be turned on by the thought of his body being the source of pleasure instead of pain for once. He wants to be nothing more but a weapon, tool of destruction, so why does he feel so proud when you let him know nobody could satisfy you like he can?

No

He will never ever approach you during his mara attacks, he can't bear the thought of hurting you. Fetishizing his condition in any way will result in getting kicked out of his life so no feral mara-struck beast Bladie for ya.

While I see him as a bit poly and I believe under certain circumstances he could rarely share you with Kafka, I also think he doesn't trust people so easily anymore, he is very protective about his closed social circle (it's literally just you and Stellaron Hunters) and he won't take it well if you suggest threesome with somebody whom he doesn't know very well or with one of his old friends from Quintet. His reaction depends on who do you suggest tho, if it's Jing Yuan you will receive cold shoulder for many nights but if it's Jingliu or Dan Heng - instant break up.

Oral

He wants you to ride his face and is proud of all the things he can do with his skilled mouth, especially in contrast to his long and beautiful but stiff fingers. He hollows his cheeks when he sucks on your clit/dick, looking you straight in the eye all the time and forgets to breathe when he french kisses your hole. Does he even need to breathe as an immortal?

When he receives head he likes the sounds you make the most, gagging on his length, salivating around it, kissing up his vein... Lick right under his foreskin and watch him lose control over his body.

Pace

He can go very fast and hard when he wants to fuck the brains out of both of you or he can go so gently it breaks your heart. Nothing in between. When it comes to your pace he wants you to do it however is the most comfortable for you.

Quickie

He would only indulge in them if he uses sex as a distraction, this elder prefers to take his time with you and take care of you thoroughly. He especially dislikes skipping foreplay, cause getting in the mood is very important to him.

Risk

With his fighting skills he could totally do risky stuff and come out of this with no trouble but to him sex is a time to relax and feel good, not to give himself more stress. He might do such things if you really, really want them, but it's not his style and he would rather not to be honest.

Stamina

His physical stamina is almost endless, with his self-healing and regenerating abilities he is capable of lasting for much longer than any mortal, but his emotional and mental exhaustion influences his stamina. If he gets overwhelmed at any point he will stop. Just hold him tightly and tell him it's alright. Otherwise he has no problem lasting for the whole night.

Toys

He will use toys on your nipples and clit to give you even more pleasure but no dildos or anything that could penetrate you cause that's his job and you don't need anything but him in your pretty holes.

Unfair

He teases you only if you have been a brat before. He doesn't like to deprive you of pleasure, that's not what he wants do to. But if you behave like you need to be tamed, for example smile a bit too much at another man, don't expect him to go easy on you. Once you've been too friendly during your trip on Astral Express and Blade edged you five times before you fainted.

Dont think you can tease him too much either, this man is very old and very patient when he gets petty. Just look at how long he holds on too grudges. He will tease you back and make you swallow all your words. You can't win this game with him.

Volume

Not a loud man, you can hear a few grunt here and there, quiet moan rarely and that's it. Let's just say he prefers to use his mouth differently in bed. It's not much but you know those sounds are genuine so you appreciate them. Also, who wouldn't get weak being praised in that husky voice of his?

Wild card

You surely heard of people having sex rooms in their places, but have you ever heard of making one in the car?

He lives in Stellaron Hunters headquaters and as much as you guys like to spend spicy time in his room, collection of toys you guys keep in there is nothing compared to the one he has in his car. He knows the rest of Hunters can hear you two so you need to keep quiet when you are at home, but in the garage you can moan his name as loud as you want to. He takes you out on dates in secluded spots like empty beaches or near the lake so you can enjoy each other's bodies while connecting with nature (but you guys stay in car during the do so he feels secure, comfortable and covered) . He lived in wilderness for years before joining Stellaron Hunters so if you encounter animals he will know how to behave.

Backsits are warmed up, they can be extended so you guys can lay down almost like in the bed, Blade carries you favourite blankets with himself. Locked up together with you toybox, so none of his coworkers can find those things when he gives them a ride.

How did he manage to get warmed up sits in such an old car? Well, this man was hella good at mechanics during his previous life as Yingxing. His memory and hands got worse but his brain is as sharp as it was when it comes to such things.

X - ray

Very long but not so thick, not overly prominent veins, very fragile head and base. His balls don't hang too much. Sorry, I never know what to write in this cathegory.

Yearning

He's an old guy, his libido went down with age to certain extent. He doesn't have the best relation with his body, doing physical things isn't something he does just for the sake of it.

He usually has sex for one of two reasons. To get stress out of his body and distract himself from his flashbacks or when he is deeply attracted to somebody and being in their company turns him on. Since he met you his libido woke up again after years and if you spend quality time with him on a daily basis you will have regular sex.

Sometimes he just wants to be left alone but it's not about you, he needs to deal with demons of his past on his own from time to time. There are nights when he just needs to be held, he will be grateful if you stay for him.

If you want to turn him on the easiest way to do this is first making sure he's relaxed and relatively in good mood at the moment, sometimes you can improve it with massages and hugs, sometimes you need to give him space. Then, sit or lay down very close to him, initiate a slow make out session and he will get hard in no time.

Tip: His ears and neck (especially on the back) are very fragile. Tease them well and see what happens.

Zzz

Blade needs a lot of sleep, you have to let that senior citizen rest his eyes in peace. He usually falls asleep surprisingly quickly, especially when he can smell your perfume and make sure you are safe and content, but he wakes up as soon as he hears anything suspicious, even if it's as quiet as leaf crushed under shoe. That makes him a great bodyguard. Also he can fall asleep while standing, with his eyes still open, holding onto his sword. He looks like a Halloween decoration when this happens.

There are nights when ghosts of the past and pain from mara won't let him sleep. He likes to watch over you on those nights, finding peace in slow rhythm of your breathing.

Face he makes when you sext him on his public cellphone:

[cursedzucchini]

You know what? Fuck it

DC x DP prompt #3

I think at least lmao.

Anyway! Jason starts making videos on YouTube for one reason or another (is really stressed, no one listens to his rants Abt books who cares). His content is mostly bad books he read or really really really long rants Abt pride and prejudice. Like 3 hours on one tiny detail he noticed on his 214th read through.

He's kinda popular, mostly bc his terrible books videos. He talks Abt the ones that made him the most mad, which coincidentally are mostly romance and supernatural. Like he's one of the well known figures in the supernatural romance critique group (whcih is pretty small, but well). (Also he doesn't show his face on camera, bc secret identity and stuff, it's just his voice over a video of something mundane, like the sky or a room in which is a fly or something)

And now this can go two ways, that i can think of (w dead on main in mind at least)

1) one day Jason finds a book which is supernatural romance and is actually good. It has a kidna cliche system for the supernatural stuff, but with a refreshing twist. The characters have depts and flaws, yet are still very likable. The plot is actually interesting and overall the story's theme is death, not belonging anywhere and overall stuff that is very close to Jason's heart. The story doesn't shy away from violence and it is suprisingly accurate.

(I'm.gonna reblog this w pretty long idea of what this book could be Abt, bc i don't wanna annoy ppl lol)

Anyway Jason kinda falls in love w it, and it becomes famous for being the first novel Jason rated positively or something.

Meanwhile Danny, who was told by jazz writing is good way to get his feeling out, and just wanted to make a quick buck, is really fucking confused how tf did his book become so popular and who tf is this nerd who rates books for a living.

(basically big fan Jason and suspicious/awkward Danny lmao)

2) there is a famous series on Jason profile. It's the worst fucking series he ever read and it's just fucking awful. All the characters are fucking terrible, always going on and on about one thing, the romance sucks in a way that isnt even funny. Jason would love to believe some wrote this as a joke, if it wasn't for the absolute cringefest this was, and it wasn't a whole ass series!! Like who writes 12 books for a joke?

Danny ducking Fenton that's who. Dude was so ducking annoyed at his rogues, he threatened them w writing a terrible romance novels abt them. The ghosts, knowing his terrible grade in literature backed off for a moment, before someone crossed the line. And write Danny did. It was the worst thing he had ever written, the love interest was perfect caricature yet still faithfully go the original. And Danny, because fuck them he lost sommuch sleep over that one prank, decided to publish it. (The book was pretty thin so it didn't take that much time writing it). Unfortunately it became immensely popular in the infinite realm. So the ghosts started crossing lines on purpose. Before Danny figured it out, he had already published his fifth book and was writing another three. After some bargaining, getting a book written Abt them as a piece of shit love interest became a reward.

And while yeah, he had to say his writing was terrible and the books sucked, some small part of him was kinda proud y'know? Like a mother of her twelve ugly as fuck toddlers.

So when he saw some nerd on the internet not only shit talk his book, but also get money of it?

Danny decided to haunt him (just like his books did him, now that everyone knew Abt them thanks to this guy)

(enemies (sorta it's not that serious tho) to lovers ala terrible writer Danny who hates his books and kinda famous YouTuber hasn't who also hates Danny's books)

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Fuck this is way too long wtf. Anyway imma reblog this w 1) book idea. Might add whatever i think the twelve books could be Abt. Pls if u want to add anything to this pls do!!

[scream4ash]

lover.

amber freeman x gp! reader

warnings: smut 18+; top! amber; r has a dick (a big one 😱); praise kink; tiny bit of slapping; amber’s kinda mean (she’s a cutie tho.); r’s a nerd.

summary: fwb, but u get together. (yay for a happy ending!!)

a/n: this is ass, i’m sorry. work n studying has been killing me. (hooray for dropping out.)

explicit sexual content below. mdni.

no strings attached.

that was the one thing u had hated about this little ‘arrangement.’

it was so hard to push ur feelings for amber down. especially when she straddled ur lap, grinding against ur bulge, making the prettiest noises.

u keep telling urself that you’d tell her how u felt, yet u never got the chance. not until now. it was now or never.

“amber, amb. just..” u paused for a moment, the nickname rolling off of ur tongue so easily. “hold on for a second, please?” u sounded so shy, small even. ur eyes refused to meet hers, settling to dart around nervously instead.

“what’s so important that we had to stop.. this?” she muttered against ur lips, a teasing smirk on her lips. her eyes were darkened with lust, pupils blown in desperation.

“u know our uh.. agreement?” ur voice was shaky almost, so different from the usual, firm, strong tone u maintained.

“what?”

“i think i’m in love with you, amber.” you spoke fast, nervous. your voice was shaky, hands falling from your grip on her waist.

“oh.” her voice was calm, too calm. “well.”

“i- i know we said no strings attached, and i’m sorry i didn-“

you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours, her hands tangling into your hair. “what made u think i wasn’t into u?” her eyebrows are furrowed, hands moving to cup your face. “why else would i stick around after we fuck? you really think i’d let you hold me if i didn’t like you?” a small chuckle escapes her lips, and she presses a small kiss against your cheek.

your gaze moves to meet hers again, a small smile on your face. “really?” your eyebrows knit together in confusion, hands moving to grab her waist. “you’re not fucking with me?”

“of course not. you’re cute. and you’re actually not that bad. you’re a fucking nerd, but it’s cute. i like it.” her thumb caressed your cheek softly, lovingly.

“oh, well.. i-..” a soft blush painted your cheeks, trying your best to stutter out a response.

“don’t get all shy on me. c’mon, y/n.”

you press your lips against hers, kissing her softly. you feel her hands lace into your hair, deepening the kiss. she tugs your hair, making you whimper. you feel her smile against your lips, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

she grinds against the forming bulge in your lap, pulling away for a moment. “someone’s excited.” she says against your lips with a teasing giggle.

a small whine escapes your lips, your forehead pressed against hers. she continues to grind against your hardening cock, taking off her shirt, revealing her perfect tits. she guides you to her nipple by the back of your head, her grip on your hair tighter.

“suck,” she demands.

you wrap your lips around her nipple, bringing your hand to give some attention to her neglected nipple. you suck gently, rolling your tongue around the bud. her breath came out in short pants, whispered praises slipping from her pretty lips.

“you’re doing so good for me. suck harder, don’t be shy, baby.” she tugged on your hair again, holding your head in place. you do as your told, moaning around her nipple.

she pulls you into a heated kiss, continuing to grind against you. she trails soft kisses along your jawline, making sure to leave a mark or two. she takes your sweater off, fumbling with your belt.

“my pretty girl.. so hard for me, hm?” she takes off your pants, dragging your boxers down with her teeth. she wraps her hand around your cock, pumping it slowly.

“fu-“ your words are cut off by a moan as you feel her lips wrap around the head of your cock. she sucks the head of your cock, her head bobbing up and down. she looks up at you with teary eyes, pulling away with a gasp. she strokes your cock faster now, coating it with saliva.

“amber, stop teasing me.. don’t be an ass..”

your immediately cut off by a sharp slap on your inner thigh, her eyebrows knitted together.

“don’t get bossy,” she says, hand tightening around your cock. “watch your fucking tone, hm?”

you nod, moaning at her touch. she lets go of your cock, straddling you. she takes off her loose sweats, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

your hand moves to touch her pretty cunt, your thumb gently rubbing at her clit. you push two fingers into her, almost moaning at the feeling of her around you. “you’re soaking, amb. i do this to you?”

she moans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“don’t be shy, baby. i’m yours, yeah? treat me like it,” she gasped out, her hips moving to ride your fingers. “feel that? feel how tight i am? how wet you make me?” her words are teasing, a wide smile of her face.

she pulls your hand away in an instant, guiding your cock to her waiting hole.

“amber, please,” you pleaded with her, begging. your eyes wide with lust, locked onto her cunt hovering about your cock.

she uses her free hand to smack your thigh again, trailing her hand up your body. “i need those pretty eyes on mine, you hear me?,” she said with a newfound dominance in her tone. how could she be so sweet but so mean at the same time. her fingers loosely wrap around your throat, urging your eyes to snap up to hers.

“amber please. i wanna feel you,” you pleaded for any kind of attention, your cock leaking precum. she sinks down on your cock, her cunt clenching tightly around you. her lips break into a wide smile, her forehead resting against yours.

“you’re so big, baby. filling me up s’ good. such a good girl for me.,” she stutters through moans, starting to ride you. she bounces up and down on your cock, occasionally rolling her hips. “oh, you like that? you like being my good girl, yeah?,” she smiles again seeing how you moan at the praise. she tugs your hair, making your eyes snap open to meet hers. “keep your eyes on me, y/n. you can do it. such a good girl for me.”

“amber.. fuckfuckfuck. you’re so-“ she cuts you off by locking her lips with yours, bringing you into a passionate kiss. she pulls away, moaning loudly. you feel her cunt tighten around you, your thighs trembling slightly.

you grab her hips, fucking up into her. your cock twitches, letting her know that your close. “amber, amb. ‘m gonna cum.. wanna fill you up.. please,” you begged, your voice sounded of a high pitched whine.

“oh? you’re just sooo needy, hm?” she teased. “gonna cum with me? i want you to come with me. fill me up, baby.” her cunt tightened around your cock, her eyes closing in pleasure. her orgasm washed over her, her movements slowing down just a bit.

you came soon after her, holding her hips with a vice-like grip. you whined, hips bucking, thighs shaking uncontrollably. thick, white ropes of cum shot into her pussy, filling her up, just as she’d told you to do.

“did so good for me, baby..” she praises quietly, helping you ride out your orgasm. “such a good, good girl. made me feel so good.” her hands stroke your cheeks lovingly as she dismounts your softening cock, admiring the white ring of her cum at the base.

she presses soft kisses to your cheeks, her hands tracing small patterns against your ribcage.

“i love you, amber.”

“i love you, y/n,” she whispered back, tucking her face into the crook of her neck. her fingers scratched your scalp lightly in attempt to soothe you to sleep, basking in the afterglow of her newfound lover.

a/n: i didn’t know how to end it. i hate it.

[motthe]

I’ve been going through your fics and absolutely fell in love with your Lumen AU! It suck a sweet take on the whole soulmate concept.

It got me thinking about Vander tho especially with season 2 now out and everything going on (I am mourning). So I was wondering if I could request any thing fem!reader and Vander related in your Lumen Au. First meeting, the before and aftermath of his encounter with Silco, season 2 revelations, literally anything you could think of writing!

Vander has grown on me just like Silco. God, i love that man!!! also sorry if the lumens kinda fade into the background in this!!! hope you enjoy it!!!

warnings: war, death, loss

Vander stumbled across you after the Last Drop was established. You both were young, determined souls—you looking for another job after taking another a shiner at the local strip joint, him becoming the Hound of the Underground.

When your lumens danced around one another, he wasn’t sure how much happier a man could get. That warm auburn against steel blue was everything he’d dreamed of.

Felicia adored you. Silco thought you too soft for the cause but never doubted you were the right fit for Vander. Soft was one word for you, but you sure as hell weren’t weak. You knew how to toss a rowdy customer out on their ass if Vander was preoccupied.

He may have been the Hound, but you were a fox in your own right, holding your strength for the right time and outsmarting the rest.

“I suppose that’s as good an image as any,” you chuckled, lying on his chest one night and picking at his stubble. “I don’t see you as a hound, though.”

“No?” he hummed as you shook your head, pecking his lips.

“You’re a big bear of a man,” you teased, lumens bouncing off the bottoms of your feet as you kicked them behind you at a lazy pace. “My grizzly.”

He chuckled, large hands smoothing up your waist until they’re cupping your face. You looked pleased, content. He wished the moment would stay.

“Don’t,” you murmured, leaning deeper into his touch. “You’re going too far ahead. Stay here.”

“I’m here,” he promised, chest aching as your eyes gleamed. You hid away in his chest as he held you.

That day came no matter how in the moment you tried to stay. You remained at the Last Drop with some others, a safe haven for the kids of those who were going to fight.

“Come back to me,” you told him in the doorway, hand on his shirt collar. The words slipped through gritted teeth as you held back tears and anger. You understood the cause, but you’d never risk anything if it meant losing him. It’s the one thing you disagreed on. “You fucking come back or I’ll redecorate every crevice of this place into something you’ll hate.”

“I’d let you anyway,” he murmured, pecking your cheek. The stone mask you were wearing cracked as you shoved him away.

“Screw you,” you whispered. “Dying doesn’t make you a hero, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” he said, nudging your chin up. “Be safe. Love ya.”

Your nose flared as you crossed your arms, eyes watering. His lumen ruffled your hair as he forced a smile and turned to follow the rest heading to the front. Lumens floated above heads and clung to shoulders. Yours was no different, perched on his left.

He wasn’t a block away when he heard those quick feet behind him and swiveled just in time to catch you in his arms. He felt the tears against his neck as you hugged the breath out of him, body trembling.

“I love you,” you sobbed. “You show those topsiders what’s for.”

He held you so tight your feet no longer touched the ground. There would never be another man alive that could hold you like that and there never would be anyone else you’d want to.

.

The return was torture. You had injured drifting outside the bar, those that had stayed behind doing their damndest to keep them alive. You’d already seen too many lumen crumble to dust tonight, too many cries echo throughout the night.

You held Vander’s against your heart, praying. Begging.

When you’d gone to help, Powder and Violet had slipped out of your periphery. No one could point you in their direction and you were blubbering mess until a familiar frame emerged from the outskirts.

Vander was worse for wear, but his strength remained as he carried the girls all the way back to the Last Drop.

All it had taken was one look from him to know the conclusion.

“They’re just babies,” you whispered, teary-eyed as your fingers drifted through Powder’s hair. She was conked out on your chest, wrapped up in a blanket like her sister next to you. Their hair was still damp from the bath. Neither had said a word but the crying came and went. “She should’ve stayed with me. I told her to stay.”

You’d fought with Felicia almost as much as Vander. Vander and Silco had begun the cause with her help, but she wasn’t needed on the front like they were. She didn’t have to be there, but she chose to be.

“She wanted to fight for their future,” Vander murmured, sitting across from you on the table. His legs were on either side of yours, eyes soft as he looked between the girls.

“Children need their mothers.” You closed your eyes, refusing to shed any more tears. “We lost too many people to this, Vander.”

“I know.”

“What if they come to finish the job?”

Those mits for hands landed on your knees, expression stern when you looked at him. “I won’t let that happen.”

Powder shifted in your hold, burying her face into your neck. Violet sensed the change and hugged your side tighter. You weren’t sure if your heart could break any further.

“We’ll raise ‘em,” he continued, rubbing your legs as he leaned forward. “We’ll protect ‘em and I’ll get the Lanes back up and running.”

“What about Silco?” you sniffed. “He hasn’t even…”

“I’ll find him,” he promised, a faraway look in his eyes. “We’ll figure it out.”

Your eyes closed as he stood, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Your lumens flashed overhead, grazing.

“You watch ‘em. I need to check on the rest upstairs,” he said, running a hand over each of the girls’ heads. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, Grizzly,” you murmured and he managed a smile for the first time after the war.

It was going to be a long time before the weight left it.

[musicalmoritz]

Good Femslash Fics Already Exist

With the whole push for more femslash in fandoms, I’ve never understood the amount of hate I see femslash “fans” direct towards existing creations. There’s nothing wrong with wanting more variety, I do too, but every time someone brings up the fact that femslash fan fictions are already being written someone opens their mouth to say “yeah but those suck.” And then they proceed to read 300+ atrociously mischaracterized mlm fics. They complain abt plotless fluff and then read the exact same pwp scenarios over and over again

And hey, if you don’t want to read femslash that’s totally fine. You don’t have to pretend it interests you. I’m someone who actively looks for femslash and my only problem has been a lack of content in smaller/male-dominated fandoms, the fics themselves are cute af. Ya’ll are missing out on some real masterpieces by labeling all existing femslash fics as “boring,” some of my favorite fics ever are femslash. If an mlm ship invades the tags just filter it out, filter out every mlm pairing in the fandom if you have to. AO3 gives us that option for a reason

I’m not saying we don’t need more variety, but we’re not going to get that by shitting on writers who actively put in the work to make more femslash. When I started writing femslash consistently it was very discouraging because I’d seen soooooo many people online saying they want more femslash fics, yet nobody was reading mine. Then I looked at the stats on other femslash fics and they were the same, really great fics were barely getting any hits or kudos. It kinda sucks knowing that an mlm fic I wrote in 3 hours got more kudos than a wlw fic I spent months on (for pairings of relatively equal popularity). This seems to be the biggest roadblock for people wanting to write femslash, no one supports it. Even tho fandoms claim they would support it, they never do. It’s something I’ve learned to stop caring about but not every writer is gonna push through

This brings me back to a comment I saw about “boring, hair-braidy wlw fics.” That description really stood out to me, and to this day it makes me feel a little self-conscious about my old femslash fics that were “boring” and “hair-braidy.” But then I came across a fic for this one pairing that had actual hair-braiding. It was incredibly well-written and meaningful, exploring how both characters struggled to ask for help but they were able to recognize each other’s dilemmas and help in subtle ways. They did this, of course, by fixing each other’s hair when they both felt helpless to do anything with it. Such a simple way to express a very deep bond. This made me reassess the way people talk about femslash fics, and the way I’d been thinking of them myself. Is fluff really that much of a crime?? Do all cottagecore-type fics really have no substance?? Do femslash fics have to copy exactly what slash fics are doing, or are they allowed to have their own tropes??

My attitude towards the overload of plotless fluff wlw fics is “this is a good starting point.” We need more people writing femslash, more variety in what is written, but that doesn’t mean what we have is bad. I critique wlw fic tropes a lot but I always give the disclaimer that I actually love the fics themselves, I just want to see more of a different thing. And I comment on every femslash fic I read (every fic I read in general but especially femslash), I try to leave something thoughtful to let the writer know I appreciate the effort they put into their work. You’d be surprised how many writers said they were encouraged to update a fic or write more femslash because of a positive comment I left them. Engaging with fics will give you more of a good thing. It has so much more influence than that video you’re about to make talking about how there’s no good femslash fics. When you say things like that it actually discourages people from writing, and makes them feel bad about things they’ve already written. Support femslash writers guys, it’s sexy

[fortemelody]

AHHHSHFBTKFNTLFKGNFMDM SONIC 3 TRAILER SONIC 3 TRAILER SONIC 3 TRAILER IM LOOSING MY SHIT RN

here’s some things i noticed/wondered/loved:

- i think in that scene where tom is on the ground yelling for sonic, he is wearing a special forces suit. maybe he upgraded from cop to working with gun?? if so i think that’s a really good use of his character actually! he wanted to save a life and raise a family above all else yes, but he still got his previous dream of doing more serious cop work!

- shadow just. has a big ass portal?? like holy shit he’s just suckin the life outta earth and ig that’s one way to do it (or maybe it’s just a ring and i’m stupid idek)

- i’m sure we’ll learn more about this in the actual movie so i’m not too worried, but i’m super confused at the very beginning scene. apparently sonic didn’t change his heart…but he did tho? like he learned what being a true hero meant in the last movie. tbh i feel like that’s enough but hey i’m not against more character development for our boy so!! (also that bit where he’s like “in my lungs” was actually really funny to me, ben schwartz’ awesome delivery caught me off guard)

- GERALD ROBOTNIK ALIVE HUUUUH?! tbh i would’ve preferred if maria was alive, i feel like that would be an interesting dynamic. but also ig that would make it harder for shadow to learn anything so i totally get it. anyways i’m just glad they’re putting a little twist on the story, it keeps it interesting. they already sorta did that with the knuckles and iblis thing actually! (even if that show sucked ass and although that probably wasn’t intentional 😭)

- even tho bro only got like… 3 lines, i really think keanu fits shadow. he’s very soft spoken in comparison to the rest of the case which feels nice. also he’s like the “really bad” guy so ofc he’s not gonna be yappin on and on like sonic or robotnik and he’s gonna take things uber seriously.

- where was my girl maddie :( i think she was only in like a singular frame. hope shes in the movie a somewhat significant amount. i heart pretzel lady!! could live without wade tho like pls im so sick of his bowling soap opera 💀

- FAT ROBOTNIK FAT ROBOTNIK FAT ROBOTNIK!!! after fucking 3 movies they finally fulfilled jim carrey’s wishes!! let the man get creative like please i love jim carrey sm aughdfhfnfmschxj. also love how we got so much stobonik content within that short scene like jesus come get y’all’s food

- shadow at one point says something along the lines of “when we’re done, there won’t be anything left.” maybe i’m reading WAY to into this but what does the “we’re” part mean?? is he working with others? i feel like this is either gonna be team dark or some new movie exclusive character(s). edit: someone made a valid point that he’s actually probably referring to gerald (look at reblogs!)

-CHAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lowkey wonder if the room therye in is like an amusement park or somethin like that

- no sign of amy :( but honestly my prediction now is that she’s gonna be the post credit scene teaser cus they always do a new character reveal there. first tails, then shadow. and honestly now i think it might be better that way so shadow can have a chance to breathe and show his story in full. i’m pretty sure i vaguely remember colleen (tails’ VA) being kinda mysterious about amy’s appearance when asked, and also the fact that it was confirmed that this isn’t the end of the movie franchise/universe. but ig we’ll just have to wait and see!

so sorry i stated this yesterday morning to give my initial thoughts but then got busy and completely forgot to post/finish it. and today i started (and am close to finishing) a very long edit of the trailer, so be on the look out for that too!

genuinely i feel like this movie is gonna somehow be even more record breaking than any of the previous movies and i am so here for the hype 🙏

[sircantus]

Markus Sircantus my favourite fanfic writer tell me... How does one cope with Technoblades passing?

IM SORRY THIS IS KINDA OF A SERIOUS ASK- I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORD THIS RIGHT BUT- When the "so long nerds" came out I just balled my eyes out, I cried all night (it was night for me when I received the notification) and I was really wrung out the morning after it in school, and people got kinda worried about it and I explained it but- I was 18, it felt silly to cry over a person I never met before (and with gaming content) I really liked his content and it was all I watched in the pandemic but I just. Like. Stopped watching. because I got self conscious about being sad about it, and I thought I had moved on? Accepted? The grief lasted a day but I never thought much about it bcz I never watched his content again.

But now I catch myself thinking about him, missing to watch his streams, wanting to watch again his videos but- every time I see a bit of him, hear a little of his voice, MY EYES GET ALL WATERY AND SHIT, I CAN'T SEE HIM WITHOUT CRYING AND IT SUCKS. I don't really have time to get all sentimental eeeewww emotions but I miss him, I miss him so fucking much.

I've been following you for a long time now! But I have to admit that I only recently got the courage to read one of your oneshots that got Techno in it, its been a good while I didn't read your fics ;v; (sorry).

So... Sorry for the long ask LMAO, I'm just wondering how you- probably a person that likes Technoblade more than me- got over it and ON TOP OF THAT WRITES OF HIM! Please show me the path, enlighten me with your wisdom....

(sorry if I was rude somewhere- If you don't want to you don't need to give me an answer, thanks for the time reading it tho! And thanks for your fanfics! It was really a comfort for me in the down times :3)

(also sorry this is anonymous I'm a coward)

Well, Im actually not quite sure how to cope with it at all. Only the passing of time has made it easier for me to swallow, and in all honesty, i still havent been able to watch any of his videos since. I still flinch in hearing his voice when it shows up on my feed. But i write about him without a second thought, and i guess a reason for that is because at some point i accepted that my writing was a way of keeping him alive. My stories are a comfort for both myself and others wanting to continue to find joy at the thought of him, and i desperately needed comfort in the months after he passed, so i just kept writing until the bitterness stopped.

Its also like. Im kinda stubborn about feeling Bad. Grieving sucks and i hate feeling it and i hate crying so much that i refuse to let it linger and ill cram my head with anything else to let the worst pass. I dont think about him being dead. i just think about how happy he made me feel. I focus on the fact that he was really fucking funny and how he was an inspiration for thousands, and i focus on the fact that he still continues to inspire me in making more silly family dynamic fanfiction. I just dont think about it too much, thats all. I dont have any wise advice to share, haha, just that i try to keep my habits for his memory and for my happiness’ sake

[moonlit-jellies]

jealousy jealousy

this was a request for @sheneyney so thank u so much for encouraging my brainrot

so i turned this into headcanons bc big paragraphs trigger enough anxiety in me to kill a bear so ENJOY!!!! its a bit different from the og prompt but those jealousy themes are still. strong

just wanna. smack him around a lil and kiss his face

18+ readers only pls

tags: eric x reader, fluff, MILD allusions to adult content so 18+ only (saying it again minors get out of here), jealousy, eric kinda being shitty to other people (can expand on this in other pieces just say the word)

established relationship:

ok so i know in my heart and soul that eric gets so fucking jealous HOWEVER. this is not standard "oh they're my partner im protective/possessive over" no no no

this guy is completely fine with you sparring with other people, hanging out, going to parties, all that shit does not phase him even someone else flirting with you (to a certain extent) hes just kind of watching with a smirk bc he knows that a) you would kick their ass if they tried something and b) you wouldnt cheat on him. hes too confident to have that as one of his major worries in your relationships

the thing he gets jealous over is when you have to do anything that requires nonviolent touching or other like. one-on-one things like that

see fear sim training

i can imagine like every once in a while all the dauntless members are required to do their fear sims again just to keep their skills up you know?

and he can't administer your sim bc of some kind rule that bc youre dating its not allowed or whatever

and hes just waiting for you to be done absolutely seething that someone else is in there with you when youre in one of the most vulnerable states you could be in

you come out being like oh yeah it sucked but like whatever and hes ready to pounce bc if he doesnt get his hands on you

immediately he'll like. die probably so he doesnt get jealous a lot but when he does its so fucking obvious and honestly kind of funny bc hes just SEETHING

what if it was reversed????

if YOU are jealous of someone being flirty with him he will see that and immediately be so shitty about

some girl is flirting w him and hes like apathetic towards it you sass him later and hes like mmmm dont do that youve got competition (he wouldnt cheat on you) (you know that)

you roll your eyes but grip him a little harder when youre going to sleep that night

pre relationship:

before you starting dating, when he was 1000% crushing on you, he would get jealous over other people sparring with you and shit like that

at first you couldn't understand why this dude would just. death glare at you while you were doing anything one-on-one with another person and you kind of got used to it

(when you start dating you put two and two together and you hold that over his head for MONTHS)

and like. pre-headcanon-character-development, he definitely would have been like an absolute dick to people who asked you out

youd be stood up by people and not understand why not knowing he either threatened or physically hurt them to prevent them from going on that date (not a good thing and he gets . less shitty about it in the future but lets be real in canon hes a shitty guy) (hes hot tho :3)

[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis🌹: After discovering a strange yet alluring red book in a boutique bookstore, you find yourself sucked into a strange world, where all of your inner most desires exist…

Pairings: Wakasa Imaushi X Musician! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Author AU, scifi, Musician! reader, reader is a talented nerd, smutty (slow burn) romance, tiny doses of angst, adventure, futuristic city, magic?, !!sexual tension!!, etc (just find out the rest, lol)

w.c: 3.5k💠 Released: October 19

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A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Lowkey was struggling with this chapter a little bit omg. I kinda "rushed" it I can't lie😭 the next chapters are better tho I promise

C.W: None

Tags: @nixalozt @lilthana @wakasaishot

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𝟒 || 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝟗

(Sector 9 Theme: Sheer Drop - Richard Lacy)

It took longer than it probably should have getting to his place.

From the club to his bike it took a good ten minutes, as neither of you could bare pulling away from each others lips for more than a couple seconds. Then you'd almost gotten yourself eaten out again on his own bike, right outside in the cool night air. You protested that it was a little too chilly for that though.

And now, it's to be decided just how long it'll take to get to his bedroom...

His lips move against yours hungrily, his hands on your hips as they guide you, walking you backwards towards the apartment door. His right hand reaches behind you, placing his palm on some kind of holographic pad that unlocks the door to his home.

You stumble backwards, and would have definitely fallen by now if his hands weren't stabilizing you. He maneuvers you around, pinning you against the metal door. Your arms wrap around his neck, moaning against his perfect lips.

His hands gently and slowly roam your body as he tongues your mouth. A soft, airy moan escapes you as his hands teasingly brush against the sides of your clothed breasts on their descent down to your thighs, exciting you an indecent amount. Wakasa's lips leave yours, cascading sensually against your jawline then slowly make their way down to your collarbone, adding even more hickeys to your building collection.

His hands make their way to your upper thighs, right where your dress ends, sliding underneath teasingly. You close your eyes, throwing your head back as his hands-

"Ahem..." An unfamiliar deep voice clears there throat from somewhere further in the apartment.

Your eyes shoot open, and an uncontrollable scream leaves your lips. Wakasa freezes, letting out the deepest sigh of annoyance you think you've ever heard, slowly raising back up to his full height.

"Sorry to ruin the party." The voice says teasingly, making their way out of the darkness of the apartment. He's a tall man, like really tall, with an overall intimidating, muscular build. The main thing that catches your eye are his two silver robotic arms, muscular like the rest of him, with electric blue circuitry running through them.

It makes him look extremely terrifying aside from his brooding height. His facial hair, a beard and sideburns matches the same platinum blond shade of his hair on top of his head. His eyes are a natural brown shade, surprising seeing as most people here have rather abnormal eye colors, Wakasa being one of them.

"I told you to stop doing this shit..." Wakasa grumbles, turning towards the man.

"And I told you to stop ignoring my calls." He claps back, "Though I see why you went MIA this time."

"What're you doin' here?" 

"We've got a problem. It's the kid." Benkei informs, his demeanor finally turning serious.

Wakasa huffs exasperatedly, "What now?"

"Remember how he said he owes Drex money?," He asks. 

Wakasa raises a brow. "Yeah, what happened?" 

Benkei sighs, reminding you of a disappointed father, "He challenged Zero of all people to a race, and lost, so the idiot now owes him too. But it gets even worse."

"What could possibly be worse than that?"

"Instead of accepting the damn loss,...he said double-or-nothing." He tells him, cringing as he deos. 

"You gotta be lyin' to me..." Wakasa groans in frustration.

Benkei let's out a humorless chuckle. "I wish I was. And this one...it's bad, Waka. Since he lost, Zero got to call the shots." He shakes his head before continuing, "He's got him at Sector 9."

"Fuck." Waka cusses under his breath in disbelief, facepalming at his friend's words.

"You already know the kid's not ready for that track. He's gonna kill himself out there, man." Benkei stresses.

You stand there frozen, feeling caught in the middle of a world you don't know. Neon City already feels overwhelming, but now this? Racing? Debts? Dangerous courses? You can't even begin to wrap your innocent head around it. You don't know this Jaxon, but from the way Benkei and Waka have been talking about him, it's clear that he's way out of his depth.

"Uuum, couldn't he just forfeit?" You chime in softly, your tone cautious as you don't intend to be butting in to something that's not your business.

"You can't forfeit once you've made a deal, Doll." Waka replies, his tone a bit softer when addressing you.

"Why not? If he's gonna lose anyway, he might as well just forfeit, right? And save himself while he can? Then he could just pay him the original amount due and go from there."

Wakasa shakes his head, turning towards you as he says, "In this world, you can't just forfeit. It's worse than losing. Forfeiting means you're weak. It means you're willin' to walk away from a fight, from a challenge. Around here, reputation is everything. Honor, respect—that's all we've got."

Benkei nods in agreement. "If Jaxon forfeits, he'll be a joke. No one'll race him again. He'll be marked as a coward, and that's way worse than losing."

You can't help feeling conflicted about this. You understand the idea of honor and pride, but risking your life over it? Over a race? Over some money?

Part of you wants to argue that no one's pride is ever worth dying for, that it's just a race at the end of the day. Just money. But as you look at Wakasa, at the way his jaw is clenched and his eyes are steely with concern, you realize to them it's way more than that. And in a sense, you can understand.

You've had plenty of experience within the music world of how reputation can make or break your career, sometimes before you can really even get a foot through the door. You recall back in college, when a fellow classmate, a drummer told you "I never would call you to any gigs 'cause I assumed you were trash since I never heard you play". It was the most absurd thing you'd ever heard. Assuming someone's a bad musician solely because they had yet to hear you perform?! It hurt your ego bad, your pride. So you do get it.

This is their life. This is the world they live in.

You bite your tongue, swallowing down your instinct to protest. "...I understand," You reply quietly, though the conflict in your chest still remains.

Benkei's eyes flicker between you and Waka before he continues, "The race is happening tonight. Jaxon's already there, probably sweatin' bullets. I figured you'd wanna know; and we go be there for him. Maybe bring your new girlfriend along for the ride too, I guess."

Your cheeks warm with a slight blush at Benkei's words, but this time the embarrassment is quickly overshadowed by the growing worry for Jaxon. You don't know the kid, but you feel for him. You're worried for him.

"Can I come too?" You ask softly, cutting into the brief silence.

Wakasa hesitates for a moment, looking torn as he thinks it over. His lilac eyes meet yours, filled with conflict. "No. You stay here," He replies, though his voice lacked conviction.

"What? Why?! I don't wanna be here alone!" It comes out as if you're talking about being alone in his apartment, but really you just don't want to be alone in this world. There's just way too many different things all happening at once to be going through it alone. You'd rather go through a whirlwind with someone used to it than by yourself.

"I'll be fine. I wanna go with you." You add, softening your tone in hopes of persuading him.

Wakasa sighs, glancing over at Benkei, who simply shrugs in response, a smirk still on his lips. "Hey, your call, man."

"Fine," Wakasa relents, his voice gruff. "But you stay close to me. You hear?"

You nod quickly, relief flooding through you. "Mhm, I will."

The deep hum of Waka's motorcycle vibrates beneath you as he speeds through the streets of the city. The lights of Neon City whizz by in a blur, casting long, glowing shadows that dance across the pavement. You cling tightly to him, your fingers gripping his shirt as you all head towards Sector 9.

From behind, you can hear the rumble of Benkei's bike, its engine roaring in time with Waka's as he tears through the winding streets. The night air is sharp against your skin, filled with the scent of fuel, metal, and the strange electric tang that always lingered in the city.

But despite the rush of wind against your face and the exhilarating speed, your thoughts are elsewhere—on Wakasa. You can feel the tension radiating from him, the stiffness in his back and shoulders, the way his grip on the handlebars seem just a little too tight. The way his body moves, the subtle clench of his jaw, the slight downturn of his lips—it all speaks volumes.

He's really worried.

You feel bad, even though this situation has nothing to do with you. Ever since you've first opened your eyes in Neon City, it's been nothing but chaos, action, and danger. First, the cyber police chase that had thrown you into Wakasa's world, the adrenaline pumping through you as the two of you escaped capture.

Then, the wild underground nightclub, where the beat of the music pounded through your chest, and Waka had swept you up in the fiery embrace of ecstasy. And now, this—a dangerous race at Sector 9 that this Jaxon kid has gotten himself into. It's like there's never a moment to just breathe.

It's overwhelming.

But...

You can't deny the excitement that buzzes under your skin. As much as you feel like you're on the outside of this mess, it has been exhilarating. The rush of Neon City is unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and though terrifying, it's also utterly intoxicating. The danger, the thrill, the raw energy of it all—it's something you can't quite put into words, but deep down, a part of you loves it.

And more than anything, you're grateful to Wakasa.

He's been nothing but kind to you since the moment the two of you met. He hasn't left you alone in this strange, chaotic world. In fact, he's done the opposite—he's brought you along, showing you what Neon City's really like, guiding you through its thrills and dangers. Even now, with the weight of Jaxon's reckless decision pressing down on him, he still allows you to ride along with him, to be part of it all.

Your arms tighten around his waist just a little, a silent thank you for everything.

Sector 9’s race track is a beast of a circuit, twisting through the heart of Neon City like a serpent made of steel and neon. Massive holographic screens float above, displaying every angle of the track and prepping racers with dizzying clarity, while drones buzz overhead. The entire sector pulses with vibrant, electric energy, casting a surreal glow over the darkened streets. 

The track itself is a winding nightmare of sharp, unforgiving turns, deadly drops, and impossibly narrow lanes. It weaves through towering skyscrapers, dipping in and out of alleys and overpasses, all while the racers fly at breakneck speeds. One wrong move could send a driver careening into a wall or off a cliff, with no way to pause, no way to reset. 

The atmosphere is thick with tension, a palpable mix of fear and excitement. Spectators watch from elevated platforms, their faces lit up in a kaleidoscope of colors as they peered down at the racers with awe and anticipation. The hum of engines filled the air, loud and reverberating, as futuristic motorcycles and cars lined up at the starting point, each more impressive than the next.

Chrome-covered vehicles gleam under the neon lights, reflecting the vivid purples, blues, and pinks that bathe the entire sector. Some of the cars have wild flames licking up their sides, pulsing with holographic designs that shift and change with each rev of the engine. Others flex intricate patterns, jagged lightning bolts, or tribal looking markings, their bodies practically glowing under the light. The motorcycles are sleek and deadly, their neon undercarriages lighting up the road beneath them as they sit waiting, and the engines growl with anticipation.

The racers themselves seem untouchable, sitting on their machines like warriors ready for battle, adorned in helmets and gear that match their chrome rides.  

There's an undeniable pressure in the air, a suffocating mixture of arrogance and determination. You aren't part of their world, not really, and the stark difference between you and them makes you feel like you don't belong. Wakasa, though, is looking right at home. He walks up to Jaxon, his presence alone drawing attention from the others nearby. They all recognize him instantly. You and Benkei follow closely, his sharp eyes sweep the pit.

Jaxon looks up from his bike, his fiery red eyes brightening for a split second when he sees Wakasa. But he quickly schooled his features, standing up straight and brushing his hands off on his black cargo pants. "Hey Waka," He greets with a nod, trying to keep his cool.

Wakasa takes a step forward, hands casually in his pockets, his relaxed demeanor contrasting sharply with the buzzing energy around them. "You ready for this, kid?" He asked, his tone calm but holding an underlying weight.

Jaxon huffs, looking down at his bike as though it's his only lifeline. "Yeah, of course. Zero's not gonna know what hit him." He flashes a cheeky grin, but there's something forced about it. His hand is gripping at the handlebar of his bike a little too tightly.

He's terrified.

You frown, clenching your jaw to keep yourself from saying anything. Just as Benkei's lips part to say something, a boisterous voice calls from behind Jaxon.

"Uh oh! If it isn't the pretty boy and his lap dog comin' to watch the show!"

It doesn't take rocket science for you to piece together that it must be that guy Zero. The one Jaxon challenged double or nothing.

Everyone's heads turn as Zero saunters over, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He's tall, with sharp features and an air of arrogance that practically radiates off of him. His short hair is dark with a vibrant green streak in the front, his eyes a similar green, and a large tattoo of a snake slithering through the number zero down by his navel. It's mouth is open wide, a wild look in it's eyes as it shows it's large fangs and forked tongue.

Zero's eyes glint with amusement as he looks over at Jaxon, but then they quickly flicker over to Wakasa and Benkei. You immediately feel the shift in the atmosphere—this guy is without a doubt trouble. He lays an arm over Jaxon's shoulder, sizing him up with a smirk. "You sure you wanna do this, lil boy? 'Cause I don't mind takin' your money again, but it's gonna be embarrassing as fuck for you." He laughs, a cold, mocking sound that grates against her nerves.

Jaxon clenches his fists, but stays quiet, biting his tongue. His face flushes pinkish red, the nerves threatening to bubble over into frustration.

Zero's attention shifts, however, when his eyes land on you standing beside Wakasa. His grin widens, and he lets out a low whistle, his eyes raking over you in a way that makes your skin crawl.

"Damn. Where the hell'd you find a piece like this?" Zero says, his tone dripping with sleaze. "You know, sugar, you're standing with the wrong guy. I could show you a much better time than this pretty boy."

Your face instantly scrunches up in disgust, and you take a cautious step closer to Wakasa for comfort.

"Watch your mouth, Zero." Waka warns, his lilac eyes cold and sharp.

"Tell you what," Zero adds, retracting his arm from Jaxon's shoulder and giving him a rude, unnecessary push as he walks closer. "Why don't you spend the night with me after I win this race? Shit, your boyfriend can watch too if he wants. I'll show 'em how it's really done." He taunts, swiping his pierced tongue across his bottom lip in what's probably meant to be a flirtatious way. It just honestly creeped you out.

You suck in a breath, both appalled and repulsed by his audacity. Who the hell is this dude?! A part of you wants to just slap him and tell him off, but you know better. A man like this isn't even worth all that. If anything, his weird ass would probably get a kick out of it.

Wakasa takes a bold step forward, his voice low. "You really wanna go there?"

Zero's grin doesn't falter. If anything, it just grows wider, clearly enjoying riling him up. "Why not? I mean, you and me could settle this right here, right now." He gestures behind him to the starting line of the racetrack. "Forget the kid—why don't we race? You win, you keep the girl. I win, she's mine."

You bite your tongue, using everything you have in your being not to go off on this idiot. Like, not him trynna call shots! How dare he bet on you like you're a toy?! Like you're not even a living being! As if you'd ever give this fool of a man the time of day.

Waka isn't phased a bit by Zero's suggestion, raising a skeptical brow as he says, "You sure you wanna do that? Last time we raced your ass was behind me, start to finish."

CLOCK HIM!!!!

The smile falters for a fraction of a second, and Zero's eyes flash with irritation. But then he shrugs, playing it off. "Yeah, well, that was a fluke. We both know it."

Before the tension can boil over, Jaxon steps forward, his voice shaking but determined. "I'm not lettin' Waka fight my battles for me. I'm racing you, Zero. Not him."

Zero's smirk returns, and he claps his hands mockingly. "Aw, how cute. The kid wants to prove himself. Fine. Guess we'll see how long you last on the track."

Then, his eyes turn towards you once again, giving you one last look over and a wink. "See ya, precious."

You roll your eyes at him, the little pet name he calls you making your skin crawl.

You look up at Wakasa, whose expression is hard, his eyes dark with frustration and anger.

You rack your brain for anything to even say, but what is there in a situation like this? Telling him it's ok when it's clearly not is just an insult at this point.

Please, I hope this boy doesn't kill himself...

Then, rather suddenly, countdown begins. A robotic voice of a woman cuts into the cheers of the audience. She appears, looking more cyber than human, with a raises holographic sign in neon pink, just like her outfit. 

"Ten..."

You clench your fists, eyes darting between Jaxon, the other racers, and the dangerous "track" ahead. The sound of the engines became a low rumble, vibrating through your bones.

"Nine..."

Time seems to slow down. You can feel the adrenaline in the air, thick and looming overhead like a storm.

"Eight..."

Wakasa's hand brushes against yours, the smallest of touches grounding you for a split second.

"Seven..."

You look over at Zero, his lime green car matching his overall arrogant and narcissistic state of being.

"Six..."

Jaxon glances over at Zero, his face a mask of forced confidence.

"Fiv-

Everything goes black...

There's no warning. No gradual fading of the scene. It's as if someone had flipped a switch, plunging you into absolute darkness. One moment  you're standing in the pit, surrounded by noise, neon lights, and the roar of engines—the next, it was gone. Ripped away from you.

The sensation is jarring, like being pulled out of a vivid dream too quickly, leaving you disoriented, breathless. You can't tell where you are. Your mind scrambles to make sense of the sudden void, the silence that replaced the chaotic world you had been in just seconds before.

And then—....light.

You gasp, sitting up in your bed with a start, your heart racing as though you had just been running a marathon. It's your bedroom. The dim glow of the early morning filtered through your curtains, casting soft shadows on the familiar furniture, the walls, the ceiling fan spinning lazily above you.

You blink, trying to reorient yourself, your body still buzzing with the leftover adrenaline from Neon City. Your hands clutch the bedsheets, the smooth fabric beneath your fingers a stark contrast to the rough leather of the racing pit you had just been standing in.

Your room feels impossibly small compared to the vast neon-lit expanse of Neon City. The sudden stillness is suffocating, the silence eerie after the cacophony of engines and voices that had filled your ears only moments ago. You press a hand to your chest, your heartbeat still erratic, as if your body hadn't caught up yet to the abrupt shift.

It was too sudden. Too jarring. Your mind reels, struggling to adjust, the sharp contrast between the two worlds leaving you dizzy. You can still feel the energy of the pit, the vibration of the engines humming through your body, the heavy anticipation of the race. 

But now it's just...gone. 

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Hi! Can you write some angst + NSFW ending with the prompt

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you? This is why I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you.”

oooohohohohooo this is a good oneeee

idk if i can think of a way of ending with this but maybe somewhere in the beginning or middle/end ish? i hope that’s alright? it’ll still be angsty tho don’t worryyyy (i hope) hehe but thank you for the request!!

after writing: i kinda broke up what you wanted to be said and added a few things, i hope that’s okay

Please

content: rhea ripley x fem reader, angst, NSFW but pretty vanilla unfortch :/ sorry friends

Working backstage at WWE has its perks: getting to talk with the superstars, seeing how everything is put up and taken down, getting to go behind the scenes of the show; but it also has its downsides. You’re up late at night after the show taking everything down, cleaning up after everyone, making sure everything is put back in its place in the trucks to move to the next city. You’re always tired because of the schedule they have you on. Very rarely do you get time for yourself so you haven’t even thought of trying to have any kind of relationship.

Lately, you’ve been a bit on edge. Is it the lack of sleep? Probably. Is it the crush you have on THE Rhea Ripley when you swore to yourself you would never date a coworker? Most likely.

You’ve never voiced that you had this, but a lot of your coworkers have told you multiple times that you suck at hiding it. The way you stumble your words around her, or how your face gets red when she’s brought up in conversation, or how you refuse to talk to or about her in case of messing everything up. You’ve never had a crush last this long and it was eating you alive. It was hard to work sometimes because you would just stare, she was so captivating.

Unfortunately, one day the goth wrestler caught you staring and decided it would be a good idea to talk to you. “Hey, (y/n), you alright?”

“Huh?” your face became red, “oh yeah sorry, got caught in a daze.”

“Don’t apologize, I can tell you’re tired,” she sounded so caring, this was not helping your case, “they work you all too hard back here.”

You nervously laugh it off, “yeah, but that’s show biz.”

“Tell me about it,” she sighs, “You sure you’re okay?”

“Oh, psshh! Yeah totally,” you wave her pity away landing your hands on your hips.

“I know I’m scary looking but I’m always here if you want to talk. I know how it can be, trust me,” she takes out her phone, “let me get your number in case you want to chat.”

Oh god, oh fuck.

“Y-yeah for sure,” you hesitate grabbing the phone. You shake as you type your number in, you see that she already has your name typed out with the bubbles emoji next to it. “Why the bubbles?”

“You’re always bubbly,” she says casually with a small smile.

“Right,” you smile as you hand back the phone, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“Checking up on me.”

“Us tired people gotta stay together,” she laughs, “I’ll see ya around, yeah?”

“I’ll be here!” You give her a weak thumbs up as you watch her walk away.

“God,” you groan as you begin to fan yourself. You got nervously hot trying to muster up any sort of coherent sentence. Hopefully you didn’t sound too weird, you kinda blacked out for a second. “My number?!” you whisper to yourself, “that’s crazy.”

You could barely think about anything else the rest of the day constantly checking your phone to see if she texted you. Luckily, nothing happened. You were relieved when you went to the hotel that night and saw that she hadn’t texted you because that meant you couldn’t mess it up. You kept telling yourself that this was a silly crush that will go away soon…but you’ve said that for the past three months.

You didn’t realize the time until you heard your phone ding at 2:43am.

hey, it’s rhea

Of course her texts are all lowercase. You lay staring at the screen. Do you answer? Do you lie tomorrow and say that you actually fell asleep?

hey! what’s up

You decide to text back, what’s the use in lying, you thought.

i knew you’d be awake

you caught me

these hotel beds aren’t the best for people who can’t sleep huh

idk mine’s pretty comfy

Was that flirting? You weren’t sure, but hopefully she didn’t take it that way. The last thing you need is for her to start having a crush on you.

damn, you’re lucky. maybe i should come sleep with you then haha

Oh no, what do I say? Yes? Is she joking? Surely she’s just joking…fuck.

if i’m lucky again, maybe the next hotel we can share a room

Oh yeah good save…totally not flirting.

sounds like a plan

good. well i’m going to try to sleep hopefully

me too, we both have a long travel day tomorrow

goodnight ripley

sleep well (y/n)

You’ve only just realized that you’ve been cheesing at your phone this whole interaction. She’s taken over your entire being.

It was now 3:15am and you had a flight at 7:30am, so you might as well just lay there with your eyes closed in hopes of getting some sort of rest.

The week has passed, it was Monday again. Though the show starts at seven at night, crew had to be there at ten in the morning to make sure everything was ready before the stars showed up at two. You and Rhea hadn’t texted much, just some hello’s here and there with a few how’s your day’s, though she was on your mind constantly.

As the time drew closer and closer for the australian to walk through the door, you avoided that door at all costs. You tried to do anything to get you away from her path to her dressing room. Sweeping, wiping, snacking, literally anything.

“How’s the bed?” her accent flew threw the air behind you.

“W-what?” you turn around quickly.

She meets your gaze and stops a few feet in front of you with her little booty shorts and big tshirt, no makeup with her beefy arms crossed, “did you get lucky?”

You widen your eyes as you were taken aback, trying to process what she just said for a good few seconds before you realize what she was talking about, “oh!” you sigh in relief, “sorry! Yeah, no, got the lumpiest in the whole building probably,” you chuckle.

“Damn, seems like we switched sides this time around-,” she smirked.

You cut her off before anything else could happen, “Ha! I guess so,” you take a carrot from the snack table and chomp down, “I- uh… gotta go mop… th-the back hallway, see you later!” you lied. You basically ran away from her. You’ve already mopped that hallway… twice. Something about her in the shorts and tshirt made you so nervous.

Time went on, the show went on, the audience left, and luckily you’ve avoided the buff goth the whole night successfully.

“Hey, (y/n), Rhea’s looking for you. She’s in her room,” one of the PA’s said, nervously, “she seems a bit upset.”

Oh no, was all you could think. Repeating it in your head with every step, getting louder and louder, until you finally reached her door. You take a long deep breath before knocking lightly.

“It’s open,” she yelled through the wood.

So you walk in, closing the door behind you, you stand right behind the threshold not wanting to go any closer. She was already back in her tshirt, but this time she was wearing sweatpants. Her makeup was still on though with her hair rough with sweat.

“Are you avoiding me?” she asked bluntly.

“No,” you answer a little too quickly.

“You sure? Cause it sure does seem like it,” her arms crossed with anger.

“I’m pretty sure,” you lie again.

“Then why haven’t I seen you all day?” she sneaks closer to you.

“I’ve been…working, it was busy today,” you step back.

“You just so happened to be extra busy today,” she stood wide in front of you, basically pushing you against the door.

You couldn’t think, she was so close you could smell the faint cologne she put on earlier that was left on the shirt. You settle for a small nod, holding your breath, hoping she would take that as an answer.

She didn’t, “I don’t believe you,” she growled.

“Well, I-”

“What? You think you can be friendly one day and the next you just completely ignore me?” she threw her hands up in surrender before landing them on her hips.

Your heart was beating a million miles a minute, you could barely breathe, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t thin-”

“Yeah, you didn’t think. You didn’t think how I would feel, did you?” she stepped back a little as she turned away from you shaking her head.

You didn’t dare say anything.

A few moments passed of her staring at the wall with her jaw clenched and you plastered to the door deciding whether or not to make a run for it.

She dropped her chin to her chest with a big sigh, “look,” she started calmly, which was scarier than earlier somehow, “being me,” she gestured towards herself turning back to you, “it’s hard to make friends, so when you were one of the only people that were nice to me I thought we had something going.”

“Rhea…” you drop your guard, but only a little.

“Please,” she held her hand up and you shut your mouth immediately. “I try so hard to be nice to everyone. I’ve been betrayed so many times it’s hard to let the walls down.”

Now you’re the one stepping towards her in hopes of creating some sort of comfort.

“I don’t want to be let down again,” she admits.

“I understand,” you whisper.

She didn’t take the comfort, “How could you? Everyone loves you! I’ve never seen you not make a friend. You’re so nice and caring,” her voice raised again. “So when you didn’t talk to me all day, I knew it was something I did. And I can’t bare to have another ‘friend’, ” she air quoted, “leave me because of…me.”

Your heart sank at her words. You did think of her as a friend except you wanted her to be more than a friend, which was the problem. You scoured your brain thinking of something to say that would make her feel better, until it clicked.

“You think I wanted this to happen?” you finally say.

“What?” she barks.

“I like you, Rhea, a little too much actually,” your heart was beating indescribably fast.

She just stared in surprise.

“You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?”

“In lov-” she began to question.

“This is why I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you. I would’ve gotten too close and I was afraid that you wouldn’t love me back,” you finally admit with a sigh. Your eyes begin to form tears but you try your best to suck them back in.

The purple eyeshadow blinks. Without a second thought, she rushed towards you grabbing your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. After a few seconds, you push her away. Piercing blue eyes were just as surprised as yours as if she didn’t know she was going to do that either.

Still holding your jaw, “I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t hav-”

You pull her back in by her waist to kiss her once more. Your lips moving gracefully against hers. You knew the black lipstick was smearing, but you couldn’t care less. She gently walked you backwards towards the door with a small push to pin you against it. One of her hands found its way to your back pulling you in as close as possible. Heavy breaths filled the room as lips continued to dance.

Her hand sneaked its way to the button of your pants, “can I…” she panted.

You nod your head, “mhmm,” you whine, as you go back to kissing her.

She swiftly undoes the button and sneaks her hand in, but not in your underwear. She was gently caressing your center, when small moans fell out of you. Her free hand grabbed your neck and tilted your head to the side to allow her to kiss your neck, leaving black marks as she went.

“Is this okay?” the accent whispered.

“Yess,” you breathe, “do whatever…you want to me.”

“Oh?” she kisses up your neck between words, “how about…I just… give you a taste… of what could happen…then later…I’ll show you…what I can really do,” by now her pace has quickened and the familiar knot in your stomach is quickly being untangled.

You could only nod your head in response, not wanting to moan too loud in fear of someone hearing you from the other side of the door. Your lips catch hers once more as you whine into her mouth.

It didn’t take long for you to almost come undone. Your hips were slightly riding her hand as she moved perfectly against you, “that’s it, love, don’t hold back,” she held your neck a little harder than gentle, secure against the door.

The oxygen left your lungs and the knot finally loosened as you slammed your head against the door. “Fuuuck,” you moan. Your legs were weakening by the second as she tried her best to hold you up. You scratched your way down her back as she chuckled in your ear at the slight pain.

As you came back to earth, your lips met hers a few more times before she removed her hand and buttoned your pants back up for you.

She let you catch your breath still holding you against the door but her hands were now at your waist with most of her body flush with yours. “Now, do you want me to come to your room or you come to mine?”

“I thought you had the nice bed this time,” you breathe.

“Oh yeah,” she smirked knowing what the answer was already, “my room it is then. See you there,” she kissed you once more before removing herself from you. She grabs her bags and gestures towards the door.

You open the door and let her through, following behind her. “I’ll meet you at the hotel, I have to grab my stuff,” you walk the opposite way.

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll be up all night,” she winked towards you.

“See you soon, Ripley.”