#thanks for the ask panchi!!!!

[silverselfshippingchaos]

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ASH/AQUA WOOOO!!! I know I say it a lot but I love that ship sm <3

Do you two have anything planned for the special day? :0

Hi Panchi!!!! So sorry I responded to this so late!

Hehe thank you!

Honestly I'm not one for really fancy anniversaries or whatever, and honestly I didn't have the energy to do much that day (and also I remembered the morning of 💀)

Buuuuut! A.qua sat with me while I played Y.akuza! (The pics of her in the darkness are just for formatting)

It's always so funny seeing a wild cutscene and going

As for actual Aqua/Ash... I'm not entirely sure! That being said, these two are so comfortable with each other that they don't often do things too fancy. They grew up together, and their most romantic moments are often their most casual. They love just enjoying each other's company.

And also, they spent a decade without each other. It's nice to just relax and hold each other and feel that they're actually there and that this is real.

If I had to guess, their anniversary probably consisted of them waking up late in each other's arms, cooking a sweet breakfast together, cuddling, making out, more cuddling, more making out, probably baking something together, more making out, getting a nice dinner, and then more making out <3

It's nothing fancy or overly romantic, but it's really all they'd ever want. Just enjoying each other's company :D! It's enough to make me the happier girl ever.

[wayfinderships]

panchi! i hope youre doing well, wanted to throw you a gush pass your way 🎫 what f/o has been on your mind recently? anyone new? feel free to talk abt anyone u wish….

HI NAT HIII!! :D

OH man I've had so many people on my mind today-skgndkfdj It's gonna be hard to pick one...I think I'll talk about Dimitri though since I just finished playing some FEH and my character amd him were being all cute together

These two see eachother and immediately start blushing-agkdnfnd It's really cute 💙

But yeah! Dimitri! My beloved kind, my beloved, my dearly beloved even! He's been through so much in his life and it certainly hasn't been easy- but I certainly admire how (during the Post-Timeskip) he was able change for the better despite not being the nicest guy around for a while (Putting it very lightly). One of my favorite moments between him and Panchi is actually during that time, he talks to them in the library late at night (my s/i is a librarian so it makes sense for them to be there so late) and apologizes for how rude he had treated them since they've reunited. And man...The way Panchi smiles and him and tells him that they're just happy to see their dear friend again, how they were worried he'd lost himself...akgjdfkfjGJDBGJDBFJF

AHem! Anyways! I llove and adore him so much-sgksngkdkg He really is so sweet by the end of the game and he makes me smile so so much! I think a lot about his hands too, methinks they're really nice to hold and kiss👉👈 But yeah! Agksbfkdk I think I've talked about him long enough- thank you for giving me the opportunity to gush about him!

[milks-shake-cafe]

For the let's be friends ask game, 😏 and🌹 for our One Piece S/Is! :D

-[Wayfinderships]

Panchi!! :3 The chaos we would get to when we're on the ship together! @wayfinderships

😏 Would your S/I tease mine about their F/O? Do you think it'd be easy for my S/I to tease your S/I about your F/O?

Not so much as teasing as it is my insert being like, "We all know you guys bicker with each other to hide the fact that you care" FNTUBUY Honestly, it's me nudging you with my elbow whenever you guys have a nice moment, giving a "I saw that ;3" And yes, I am joining the bet with Nami and Usopp for who confesses first DNTUBIY (I'm putting my money on Panchi)

100% Panchi could tease my s/i! Homegirl is over here like, "It's not like that! We're just bonding, you know, friend stuff!" and you're over there listing every occurrence from the napping together to the play fighting. It's extremely easy to fold my s/i. Just say Z*ro thinks they look cute today and you'll acquire a Mink puddle DBFUBJH

🌹Your S/I and mine are double-dating with our F/Os! How do you think that would go?

Non stop arguing GNTUBJY The whole time, it's just S*nji and Z*ro complaining about why do they have to interact and we're just there like, "Please ;^_^ Let's just chill out together" I feel like it starts really chaotic but once they see that we genuinely wanna have a good time, they'll put pettiness aside. And then it becomes a competition on whose offering their date the better day out fbtubj But overall, it would be a lot of fun!

[gripefroot]

Crooked Ways [11/22]

“Bulma, sweetie, won’t you come eat dinner?”

She didn’t have to wipe any greasy residue from her goggles to know that it was her mother standing in the doorway of the training pod. Despite the hours she’d spent putting more effort into clearing out debris than perhaps it warranted, it was still a mess, jumbled with piles of damaged panels and robot corpses. Bulma returned her attention to the panel she was trying to get off the wall, the scaffolding her dad had helped her bring in creaking dangerously. 

“I’ll come eat later,” Bulma called down. It was all the promise she could do. 

“It is later, honey. Your father is going to take the leftovers to Vegeta soon and heaven knows there won't be anything left for you then!” 

Her stomach flip-flopped like a screw bouncing on the floor before landing with a final spin. Bulma huffed out a breath. It didn’t make the queasy, nervous feeling any better. 

“Alright, alright! Let me take down this panel at least.”

“Thank you, sweetie!” 

Heaving the busted panel over the scaffolding, Bulma let it fall atop its broken brethren with a deafening series of thuds. She hoisted her goggles atop her head before climbing down. Her knees were sore, her arms were sore, her jaw was sore where she’d clenched her teeth in concentration all day. Picking a path around the debris, she decided to pretend like she didn’t see the unmanaged section where Vegeta’s body had protected both her and the panels beneath them from the robotic onslaught. 

She also decided to pretend that reliving those deadly seconds wasn’t morally questionable on every level. Sure, Vegeta had been badly injured, but when he’d pushed her to the floor to shield her; limbs bumping and tangling and his weight descending on her body…the way his hair had tickled her cheeks and his panted, hot breaths had sent shivers from her ear all the way down her spine…

It was later than she realized. Cool night air wrapped her as she trekked across the lawn, grateful to pulled out of that hazy memory before she got inside. The last thing she needed was her parents - or Vegeta - reading what was on her mind as it was written on her flushed face. 

Vegeta ought to still be in bed recovering, not attempting to read her mind. Thank goodness. 

“Did you make good progress?” Her dad asked from the living room while Bulma scooped her dinner onto a plate. 

“Yes,” she called back. “I’ll need help tomorrow clearing the pod before I can put in an order for supplies.”

“Sure.” 

“I was thinking that since the pod is a skeleton right now anyway, it might be a good time to move the gravity sensors from the spaceship into there.” 

“Oh, now! What an intriguing idea.” The newspaper Dad read nightly audibly crinkled. “I suppose it’ll be less work that way. I’d wait to order paneling until the gravity sensors are in, just in case they take up more space than you expect.”

“Good idea, Dad.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been known to have a few of those.” 

Bulma frowned down at her plate, halfway to the rarely used dining table. She didn’t want to watch the soap operas her mother favored (one of which was playing in the living room) but sitting alone felt so…lonely. Her eyes drifted back to the kitchen, where the mounds of leftover food indicated that Vegeta hadn’t had his way with it yet. 

“Have either of you seen Vegeta lately?” she called over. 

“No, sweetie,” Panchy said while a commercial for a restaurant played loudly. “Didn’t you say he was injured?”

“Yes.”

“No, we haven’t heard him or seen him at all.”

So he hadn’t eaten a meal in who knows how long. Those injuries must be worse than she thought, if he couldn’t even drag himself to satiate his Saiyan hunger. If he was hungry. Oh, gosh. That was even worse. 

“I’ll take some food to him,” Bulma said, but neither of her parents heard. Leaving her dinner aside, she rummaged through the kitchen to find a tray. It wouldn’t hold enough for him, but she could take more later. She balanced several dishes on top of each other before lifting it, grunting under the weight and taking measured steps out of the kitchen. 

By some miracle she made it to Vegeta’s bedroom without falling over or dropping anything. A few kicks to the door went unanswered, and finally she shimmied to the side to poke the button with her elbow. The door slid open. 

“Hello? Didn’t you hear me knocking?” 

His bedroom seemed pitch black. If she hadn’t known it was meticulously clean, she’d fear for her life striding across the carpet without visibility. When she got closer to the bed on the far wall, directly beneath a skylight that spread from wall to wall, she heard the covers rustling. 

“What are you doing here?” His voice was more sleepy than angry. Adorable. 

“I brought you dinner.” Bulma stopped, the dishes clattering slightly. She didn’t dare go further. “Sit up.” 

“Unprincipled harpy.” But the rustling increased, and when she peered around the tower of dishes she saw Vegeta sitting upright with a wince, not quite leaning back against a pillow with the blankets bundled around his middle. His face was blueish in the light from above, the distant moon and street lights shining in.

“Generous unprincipled harpy,” Bulma corrected. She laid the tray across his lap, glad that he at least had no injuries there. “How are you feeling?”

Vegeta grunted. 

“That bad?” 

“I’m fine.” 

She knew he wasn’t. She knew it in the purplish bruises around his eyes, the unkept tufts of hair sticking up on his head. He didn’t dive into the food straight away, his lips slightly curled when he saw what was beneath the lids. 

So Bulma plopped herself on the bedspread about where his feet were, beaming over at him. “I’ve started cleaning up the training pod,” she informed him. “And I have good news - Dad and I are going to turn it into a gravity chamber using the materials from the spaceship. Since the pod is all busted up anyway, it’s the perfect time for an update.” 

Vegeta stared, a single blink indicating that he was even alive. 

“Oh! I bet you can’t even see.” She leapt back up to her feet, reaching for the lamp on his bedside table. The warm light made it cozy; he squinted and turned his head away. “Is this my dad’s?” Bulma frowned at the tablet next to the lamp. She’d never known Vegeta to use technology as a hobby before. Mostly he just punched whatever wasn’t working in the training pod. 

“Yes,” he said, finally picking up a pair of chopsticks. 

“Are you done with it? I can return it to him.”

“If you’re so determined to be a servant, then you may do so.”

Bulma sat herself back down, lips pursed determinedly. Vegeta didn’t look up. “I owe you some credit,” she said, teasing lightly. “Taking care of an invalid is no joke. I can feel my skin growing thicker by the second.” 

He cast her a scowl, but it lacked real venom. If human medicine worked on him, now would be the time to dope him up. But they’d already learned it didn’t. 

“How long will it take for the training pod to be ready for me?” Vegeta asked at last. 

“A few days, as long as the gravity sensors from the spaceship are still in working order. But I don’t remember them being broken, so…”

“I am going to train tomorrow.” He said it like it was no more shocking than opening a drawer to find a dozen pairs of socks within. Utterly dull. Bulma’s mouth fell open. 

“You’re a wreck,” she said. “If you train tomorrow, you’ll kill yourself.”

“Oh, please. My organs are all intact. Muscle tears and skin lesions heal extraordinarily fast in my race.” 

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Bulma snapped. He didn’t look at her, but his stoic movements of eating had a brief pause to them. “And don’t say the androids! You’ve said a hundred times you could take them on yourself. If you’re so confident you wouldn’t need to push yourself so hard. So what’s your deal?” 

She didn’t really expect him to answer, and he didn’t. He just continued eating, a grim tightness around his mouth. 

“Ugh. You can act like you’re doing us a favor by ‘saving the world’ or whatever, but you have a lot to learn. There’s no point in saving a world if it’s not worth living a life there. You’d probably be less miserable if you tried to have a life yourself.” 

“I have a life,” Vegeta intoned. 

“Eating, sleeping, and destroying your body in training isn’t a life.” Bulma’s hand inched towards his leg beneath the covers, but it twitched, and she pulled back. She wasn't sure what the point of her lecturing was, only that it made her feel better. 

“It’s the glory of a Saiyan,” he said. 

“Glory is subjective,” she told him. “And you live on Earth, at least for now. There aren’t any Saiyans around to judge your glory. You’re doing it to yourself.” 

He took a deep breath, chest rising with the action. “Kakarot - ”

“Shut up about Goku! He doesn’t care about Saiyan glory either.”

“He does, he simply doesn’t understand it,” Vegeta said stubbornly. “His pride and glory are as much part of his DNA as his hair color or his inherent power.” 

“Well, Goku isn’t as stupid about training as you are,” Bulma said. It was kind of a lie, but Vegeta wouldn’t know. He only grunted in return, stacking his first few empty dishes with an awkward clatter. 

She sighed, leaning back on her hand and gazing up at the skylight. Putting him in this bedroom had been her idea: she’d thought that an alien well-versed in space travel would be comforted by the sight of the moon and stars. Memories of other planets. She hadn’t known Vegeta well back then, only as a villain who was far too cute to be a real villain. But now…now she suspected that any memories he might have wouldn’t be comforting. If his behavior here was any indication, Vegeta wasn’t one to soften and enjoy himself in any situation. 

Her eyes drifted back down to him. His thick, pinched brows, the tight veins in his hands as he held a bowl close to his face. Naturally the sight made her want to return to her indulgent thoughts of his body weight on hers, or the kiss they’d shared so recently and how his mouth had devoured her with far more interest than he was giving the rice. 

It prickled nicely. Bulma smiled. 

“What are you smiling about?” Vegeta asked moodily, not looking up. 

“Oh, nothing.”

“So why are you here? Making sure I don’t throw my supper in the trash?” 

“I wouldn’t expect you to be capable of such waste.”

He grunted. “I’m not.” 

“Exactly.” 

Bulma wondered if they were overdo for a conversation. Conversations weren’t exactly their strong point, but after that kiss…they hadn’t exactly had prime opportunities to discuss if they were on the same page. If they both wanted nothing more of it, if they both wanted more. Or, most likely, it would be to clarify that Bulma wanted more and Vegeta wanted nothing at all. 

Or maybe…

Maybe he needs to know I want to kiss him more, she thought, his bedspread clutched in her fist as her heart began to pick up its pace. He certainly kissed me like he wanted more. Maybe I wasn’t enthusiastic enough. Maybe it’s a Saiyan thing. That I should initiate next. Show him that I’m interested in…something more.

Before she could lose her nerve, Bulma lifted herself to scoot several inches closer to the head of the bed. Vegeta looked up then, finally acknowledging her with narrowed eyes that made her feel further away than she really was. She licked her lips, taking a deep breath. Her heart didn’t slow. 

“What?” Vegeta asked, a tremor of alarm in his voice. 

She ignored him, instead cupping his jaw with her hand and leaning in. Dishes rattled, and her lips pressed lightly against his closed ones. The difference between his tenseness now and the raw yielding of their earlier kiss couldn’t be more vast. But Bulma didn’t mind. She only wanted him to know. To be sure, in case he wasn’t. 

“I’m glad you’re not hurt worse,” she said, because she could think of nothing else to fill the silence when she pulled back. Vegeta was staring, some of his usual hardness softening at the edges. Something like awe made his black eyes simmer like warm treacle. “Enjoy the rest of your dinner.” Bulma stood, pretending to wipe down the front of her jumpsuit. Hopefully she hadn’t gotten any stains on his bedspread. “If you’re still hungry, someone can bring you more.”

“Not you?”

“I have to eat, too.”

Vegeta blinked. “You mean to say you haven't - ” A threat of temper laced his voice. It would never cease to amuse her; how stern and stoic he behaved to reveal at random times the depth of his caring. That he was indignant that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet! 

Bulma laughed as she picked up Dad’s tablet. “See you tomorrow, if only to beat you back into bed to finish healing.” She sent him a wink, which made him blink more. 

She could have danced through the hallways back to the kitchen. Despite the aches and pains of her hard work that day, she felt as light as a feather and more beautiful than a garden. Smiling to herself, Bulma hummed, wishing she could bottle up Vegeta’s earthy scent, his taste on her lips. 

Pausing in the doorway to ignore the voices from the soap opera, Bulma’s fingers tap-tapped on the tablet. What on earth could Vegeta have used it for? Let alone in the state he was in? Her smile descended into a thoughtful frown, and giving no thought for the massive breach of privacy, she turned on the screen. 

He’d been using the internet. Did he even know what the internet was? Her smile returned, opening the search history. 

So! Vegeta was seeking an education. 

How to please a woman

How to please an earth woman

Do earth women feel pleasure

How to make love to a woman

“Wow.” The stunned whisper fell from her lips before she could stop it. It was endearing that Vegeta insisted on referring to earth women as ‘earth women’, when here, they were simply women. He must have figured it out, though. Her stomach fluttered with nerves that weren’t exactly uncomfortable. Excited, maybe. 

Unless Vegeta planned to seduce a different earth woman. 

Last of all Bulma saw a notification at the top indicating a download. Perhaps he hadn’t done that on purpose. She clicked on it, intending to delete it and wipe the history before Dad saw it. The picture Vegeta had downloaded almost made her howl - a horrifically, biologically accurate rendition of internal female organs, marking out various points of pleasure. 

“Wow, Vegeta,” she muttered to herself, but giggled, too. Her face was hotter than a summer’s day in the glare of the sun. “Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, is it? Or technology, for that matter. Imagine if my dad found out you were looking at this.” 

Bulma didn’t regret snooping, because she was finally, finally sure of a question her heart had been asking for so long. 

Vegeta desired her. Even if he didn’t want to, even if it meant nothing to him - he desired her.

[raditzxsthighband]

Do you have any wips? If so, do you mind me asking what they're about?

Yes, I currently have 11 different WIPs, some of which are on hiatus, so for the sake of brevity, I'll tell you about the ones that are actively being published. I have been on a writing hiatus for almost a year, but I'm still writing a little here and there. Also, sorry for my delayed response. I was procrastinating a little 😅

1. Turles X Reader (Untitled) -

Fandom: DBZ

Rating: Explicit

My next chapter in the Choose Your Husband Wedding Night fic I'm a collaborator in! I don't want to spoil too much, but I can tell you it will be a future meets past sort of theme with some culture shock & saucy romance that borders on feral 😈

2. Escape -

Fandom DBZ

Rating: Explicit (Dead Dove Warning!)

Chapters 14

Post Alien Invasion Slave Fic where the Saiyans take over Earth and enslave some of the most beautiful women there for their own selfish sexual desires.

Parings: Vegeta X Bulma, Raditz X Chi-Chi, Nappa X Panchy, Piccolo X Mai X Colonel Violet

3. Gemini Saga Eclipse

Fandom: DBZ Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 42

My first published fanfic! A divergence from canon where one pivotal catalyst changes the course of the story we know, characters' lives are altered, new villains and romances appear as the fight against endless darkness ensues.

Pairings: Vegeta X Bulma, Raditz X Launch, Piccolo X OC, Chi-Chi X Goku

4. Unquenchable Thirst

Fandom: DBZ

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 3

Vegeta & Bulma travel to space together to prepare for the arrival of the androids, but things go awry when Bulma hatches a crackpot plan to seduce him by planting aphrodisiacs in the water.

Pairing: Vegeta X Bulma

5. No Child Of Mine

Fandom: DBZ

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 3

Spin off from Gemini Saga Eclipse, where Launch & Raditz's romance has a different outcome; exploring her complicated emotions during pregnancy and Raditz's own conflict with this new life on Earth.

Pairings: Raditz X Launch, Vegeta X Bulma

6. Lunch For Three

Fandom: DBZ

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 4

Blue Launch & Blonde Launch live separate lives in which they both encounter Raditz & a polyamorous triangle of drama ensues. Set in a 1950's-Ish timeline. Vegeta & Bulma also become next-door neighbors, and her turbulent relationship with Yamcha causes Vegeta to intervene. Pairings: Blue Launch X Raditz X Blonde Launch, Vegeta X Bulma

7. The Bandit & The Miko

Fandom: InuYasha

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 10

In this feudal era AU set back in the past before Kikyo's death, we have the opportunity to explore an alternate path where Naraku lives as Onigumo, a wandering ronin ex-priest who has not suffered the same fate as he did in Canon. Kikyo's heart is split in two as she struggles to choose InuYasha or Onigumo, and InuYasha battles the darkness within his own heart as he faces his own heartbreak.

Pairings: Kikyo X Naraku/Onigumo

8. Kikyo, Captured

Fandom: InuYasha

Rating: Explicit (Dead Dove Warning!)

Chapters: 10

Taking place after episode 32 of the anime, Kikyo is captured by Naraku & in a twist of fate, the two collaborate together and in turn unexpectedly regain mortality through violent means that leave them both encumbered with the voices of InuYasha & Kagome in their heads. Sesshomaru catches wind of InuYasha's death and begins his pursuit of Naraku, seeking revenge.

Pairings: Kikyo X Naraku

I hope this answers your question, thank you for asking! To find all these stories, you can go to my AO3 page:

[sanctuaryoftheodd]

Chapter 21: A Hike in the Woods

"...and then he said 'it's not the size, it's how you use it' and I was like 'bitch, I don't care, go get me a proper screwdriver!'"

"Oh my god, did you really call him a 'bitch?'"

"Hell ya I called him bitch because he was being a bitch! Last time I help a man with rocket repair, I swear!"

We were walking along a game trail, following the general direction of the signatures. Panchi was telling me one of her stories.

"I kinda admire how you can just, say how you feel like that." I said.

"Well, it's not good for making friends."

"It's good for making the right friends." I pointed out. "The ones that stick around are the true ones, ya know?"

"Huh, I guess you have a point there." She pondered. "Though, I doubt putting all your friends on 'trial by fire' is the most healthy way to do it."

"True... Well, that's why you practice things in moderation."

"Yeah, that's the problem with me. Nothing about me is subtle."

"Hmm..."

I had no response to that so the conversation lapsed into a brief silence. It's not like I could tell her "you have subtly," because she seems to firmly believe that she doesn't. Trying to say the opposite of what she feels is only a good way to get her to shut me out. Considering that, I certainly couldn't think of anything else to say.

Eventually, Panchi herself broke the ice.

"I guess I have my mom to blame for how I turned out, though it's probably partially mine." She started. "She's always been trying to control my life, trying to dictate how I should feel about myself."

"That's terrible."

"I've just gotten used to fighting back." She looked pensively on the ground for a bit, before turning her gaze towards me. "Do you ever have to deal with that? Overly controlling parents?"

"Oh yeah, definitely. I had my dad controlling all of my actions for years."

"Oh! Right! You're a puppet! I completely forgot..."

"Yeah, daddy's little sock puppet."

"And I thought MY situation was screwed up!" She sighed and tried to put a hand on my shoulder. She undershot and instead grabbed the upper meat of my arm. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not much to talk about. I wasn't even a person back then, so I didn't even know I could have feelings about it."

"Holy hell..."

"I mean, if he took control of me now that I've built up an identity, it would be a problem, but back then I was just happy he was giving me a story at all."

"Man, I'm sorry, I was doing all that complaining about my silly problems-"

"H-hey now!" I interrupted her. "That doesn't make your problems any less valid. They matter because they matter to you."

Panchi was silent for a while before she spoke up again.

"You know what I like about you, noodle girl? You're so socially conscious. Hell, you're quite social altogether."

I wasn't expecting a compliment out of the blue. "I picked up a lot of social skills from my father..."

"See, that's the thing. You've literally had a man in your head for years and you walked away from the experience only adopting his better qualities. That says something about you."

I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I wasn't prepared for compliments like this. My mind wanted to reject what she was saying, but she was making good points and I didn't know how to refute them. All I could do was sheepishly say, "Thank you..."

We were both silent for a while, allowing the ambiance of nature to take over the conversation as we hiked further and further into the woods.

Once again, Panchi was the one that broke the silence. "If it's not too intrusive to ask, what's it like to be controlled by someone else?"

"Like, when my father was puppeteering me?"

"Yeah, what was that like?"

"Well, if I had to put it into words, it's like watching one very long 4D movie, and you've shut off your brain entirely."

"Huh, I've never seen a movie before."

"Admittedly, most of the movies I've seen were while my dad was controlling me..." It'd be easier for me to get on a horror film set than into a movie theater.

"We need to have one of those..." She ponders a bit. "Movie nights? I think that's what they are called?"

I immediately grinned at the thought. "Yeah! We can invite Raina too! Turn it into a huge thing!"

"Well, I guess inviting Raina is fine, just don't make out in front of me."

I awkwardly laughed. "You don't have to worry about that." Probably.

A few hours into our trek, we finally passed the cloud line and were inundated by overcast weather. The forest was far more gloomy now, the trees losing their color and looking a lot more dull. Even the birds don't seem to sing as loudly, though that may just be my imagination. What was certainly real was the cry of wolves in the distance. I had no reason to fear their kind, but I had a societal inclination to get an ominous feeling whenever I hear their sounds.

"Relax, we're scarier than anything out here." Reassured Panchi. I guess the worry had slipped onto my face.

"I-I know, I just can't help the onslaught of dread."

"If it would help, I can punch a tree in half."

"...how would that help?"

"I dunno, it's hard to fear a dark forest when I can make it my bitch."

I could only laugh. "Panchi, you're too much, hahaha."

"Nah, I'm just enough."

We kept following the signatures as we made our way. But as we got closer, I started to notice something unusual.

"Hey, how many friends does Foxman have with him, do you think?" I asked.

"I was imagining something like five or six. Why? Are there more?"

"I see hundreds."

"What?!?"

"I'm seeing hundreds of signatures. It's like there's a whole village out here."

Suddenly, the signatures started to move directly towards us, hundreds upon hundreds descended down on us.

"Umm, they are coming!" I called out, but it wasn't quick enough for Panchi to even react.

Suddenly, hundreds of balls of light emerged from the forest and surrounded us. Each one expanded into humanoid shapes. Some had human faces, while others were cartoonishly wearing bed sheets with eye holes cut out. None-the-less, what we were seeing was unmistakable.

"Ghosts." I said. "Real ghosts!"

"I told ya!" Responded Panchi.

[mylifeiscomics]

Panchy with her eyes open both kinda scares but also I really like it she is so pretty and is the best

Thanks!!

She is the best. Elite Mama.

I was really going for a Xellos moment there. Super cute and silly but when the eyes open you know they mean businessssss. Hahaha

[firebird-inkheart]

Question 3 and 5 for the simple self insert meme? Specifically your Naruto s/i 👀

[dorky-self-shipper]

Hmm, okay, I technically have two nart insert-ocs, one with like, 3 versions of themself lol

But I'll go with Toki for simplicities sake

3. where does your s/i live? do they aspire to move or are they content with where they are?

Toki technically has their own apartment, which they do use sometimes, but they're so affectionately clingy (as some housecats tend to be) with Yamato that they more or less just live with him. His apartment is small, receives plenty of sunlight, and is filled with plants. It's perfectly cozy~

5. what is your s/i's profession?

Officially, they're also a ninja of Konoha. However getting them to do actual work is about as easy as getting Kakashi to be on time. Toki has specialized skills from their time growing up in the mountains that would lend them great credibility as an assassin, but they try to avoid those kinds of assignments at all costs purely because, and as insensitive as it sounds, it's boring.

The most common kind of mission you can find Toki taking is a tracking mission. Despite their penchant for antagonizing them, Toki does get along great with the Inuzukas', who usually run these kinds of missions.

Simple S/I Meme

[silverselfshippingchaos]

1 and 4 from the Relaxation Takeover Asks for Aqua! :>

"Well, this is no good at all... I could've sworn I answered this whenever it first came in, but I suppose tumblr had different ideas for me. Ash had a few choice words for that. I... won't be repeating them. Obviously. Anyways..."

1. What do you and you S/O like to do when you both have a day to yourselves?

"Ash likes to cuddle. Of course, I like to as well, but I've started to give up on the very idea of getting up early in the morning to train because I always feel her arms wrapping around me and pulling me back into bed. Hehe, it's actually quite adorable! Don't tell her I said this, but she starts to whine if I move."

"Other than that, Ash and I like to relax together. Whether it's us baking yummy treats together, or training, or even just doing laundry... We love to enjoy each other's company!"

4. Do you and your S/O like to play multiplayer games like Mario Kart or Super Smash Bros?

"No way I can't like playing games when I'm married to someone like Ash! I do love watching while she plays those story-type games she usually plays, but joining her is fun too! I wish I was better at fighting games, but I like those games where we solve puzzles together! Ash sometimes gets frustrated, but usually calms down after a kiss. N-not that we're spending all of our gaming time- I- Okay, moving on!"

"I like puzzle games and party games! That way, Ven and Terra and the others can join in too! I... don't think Chirithy can hold a controller..."

"Anyways, thanks for the ask and I'm sorry I responded so late. Ash says that Tumblr can go....... You can guess what she said."

[wayfinderships]

Tumblr keeps on crashing as soon as I send an ask- In case it didn't go through the first two times (hopefully I won't get an error message this time)

10 and 16 for any S/I you'd like! —Ash 💚

@silverselfshippingchaos ASHHH!! <3 Sorry for taking so long-afjsbdj I'll go with One Piece Panchi for this one!

10. How do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

All the straw hats acknowledge and appreciate Panchi's skills and fighting and strategy! ...and their ability to have flexible plans since Luffy is bad as following plans-

Another crew that is familiar with Panchi is the Whitebeard Crew! They're pretty appreciative of Panchi for saving Thatch's life back then and offer to help Panchi when Kuma sent Panchi to Whitebeard's ship! Also Panchi has fans <3 You got Bartolomeo who's just a big fan of all the Straw Hats and a certain OC that's a Panchi fanboy-afjsnfkdn

16. Freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

Y'know how each straw hat has their own title (Ex. "Black Leg" Sanji)? Panchi has one too! Their title is the "Small Schemer"!

[movedto-bunny-lovers]

⚘ and 🖤?

[dorky-self-shipper]

⚘ - How did you and your F/O come together?

When I first saw her in the manga, I had a little romantic feelings for Mirko. I didn't fell hard for her until I watched season 5 episode 2.

🖤 - Show your favorite Gif/Picture of your F/O and explain why you love it so much

This is my favorite gif of Mirko 'cause of how she moves her hair out of the way.

Hi Panchi! Hope you & your f/os have a wonderful weekend & thank you for the ask! 😊💛

[milks-shake-cafe]

Methinks I'd set you up Caius Ballad from FF13-2! He's a serious guy and skilled fighter and swordsman! Also he's the antagonist of that game but He simply did what he did to save someone dear to him so shshshhshhhh -[Wayfinderships]

@wayfinderships !!!!

Oh his outfit is so cool!! Loving the hair as well. You did catch me though, I do love a good villain who does stuff for the sake of someone else. I also enjoy a serious dude as well 👉👈 ^///^ I think this blind date would go pleasantly!

[harlequinmoss]

Aaahhh I haven't written anything in a really long time but I wanted to do something for pride month before it was over cutting it real close I know so here's a little coming out story with José and Panchito. It's set in the 40s because I refuse to write any other versions of them

Panchito and José arrived at their hotel around 10pm. It had been a long day for the both of them, each coming in from a long flight overseas that morning in order to visit their pal, Donald. Donald had picked them up from the airport and the group had a fun day doing touristy things, but after dinner the pair had grown noticeably exhausted. Not having enough space in his own home to comfortably house the both of them, Donald offered to put them up in a hotel room for the night rather than having them crash on the sofa in the living room. It took a bit of coercion, neither wanting to be rude, they were guests after all, but in the end they were too tired not to be easily convinced.

"I'll at least call a taxi over there," Panchito had insisted. "That way you aren't out driving so late."

"It's hardly late at all, but fine. I called ahead and made the reservation so you just have to pick up the key when you get there."

Panchito thumbed through his wallet to pay the taxi driver, thanking them as he handed them the money. He got out of the car, went around to the other side, and opened the door for José who was still fumbling around for his hat that he'd misplaced under the seat. 

"There you are!" José started, smiling as he spotted the familiar straw headpiece and put it back in its rightful place upon his noggin. He turned to grab the door handle only to see Panchito waiting for him on the sidewalk instead. 

"Oh! Panchie, what a gentleman…" He beamed, taking Panchito's hand for support as he stepped out of the vehicle. "Muito obrigado."

"You're very welcome." Panchito smiled back, shutting the door with a thunk once José was out of the way. "Mind getting the key while I grab our bags?"

"Certainly…" José nodded. "Meet you inside."

José tipped his hat and disappeared through the building's revolving door and into the lobby. Panchito took a moment to watch him go before remembering what it was he was supposed to be doing. He sighed to himself before making his way over to the trunk and popping it open. Holding his breath, he removed both of their suitcases from the taxi and set them on the sidewalk beside the car. He then shut the trunk a bit hard, too distracted to be mindful of his strength, and waved the driver off.

Feelings like this arose whenever he was alone with José. He did his best to suppress them, to act normal like the rest of his friends, but it wasn't easy. A part of him dreaded what was about to come. Sharing a hotel room, sure it was just for one night, and they'd have separate beds, but that didn't make it any easier. 

"It'll be fine," Panchito told himself. "I just need to take a moment to compose myself and then I'll go inside. We're both tired. We'll probably end up passing out right away and tomorrow we'll reconvene with Donal and everything will be back to normal." 

Panchito took a deep breath. Then another. Then, he grabbed the bags up off the concrete and walked through the revolving door to meet up with José. Perfect timing. José had just gotten out of line for the key and happily waved his friend over as he headed toward the elevator. 

"We're in room 313." José proclaimed with a small laugh as Panchito caught up with him. He pressed the button to the elevator, the one on the left immediately opening with a short ding.

"313? Donal did that on purpose no doubt…" Panchito laughed to himself as they stepped inside, refusing to look directly at José. 

José nodded, not noticing this avoidance, and he relayed the floor number to the elevator operator who shut the door and brought them up. The two stood in silence in the meantime, their eyes half lidded, both too tired to think of anything else to say. Luckily, the ride wasn't long. The pair thanked the operator on the way out, José tipping them with a spare coin he had in his pocket.

As they headed down the hall, José mumbled the number to himself as if to not forget. 313, 313, spoken softly on repeat in his sweet voice. Panchito held his breath and stared intently down at their luggage. Soon, they arrived, and José quickly turned the key in the lock, extending his other arm as he opened the door.

"After you, Panchie…" José smiled, speaking with such a fondness that Panchito could hardly bear it. 

Panchito nodded and started his way in through the door, head down, and José let the arm he had extended wrap around his companion as he followed him inside. Panchito stiffened. Normally, he could shrug off this type of thing, but something was different about tonight. He didn't know why, but every scrap of interaction was much more overwhelming, more amplified. He swallowed and clenched his mouth shut, terrified of what he might say.

"Hm? Are you alright..?" José asked, cocking his head to the side as he watched Panchito move away from his touch in order to set down their luggage. "You've hardly said anything since we left Donal's house…"

"Por supuesto. Sólo estoy cansado…" Panchito sighed. "Just tired…" He repeated again in English. 

"Right..." José started, not entirely convinced but not wanting to press the matter. "Let's get ready for bed then." 

Again, Panchito only nodded in response. José sighed and made his way next to his friend. Each opened their respective suitcase and retrieved a set of clothes to sleep in. José slightly leaned on Panchito as this motion occurred, just a light brushing of their arms together, but it was enough to send shock waves through Panchito's heart. This type of casual intimacy was something José did with everyone, but Panchito couldn't help thinking that José targeted him more often than anyone else. He was right, though José would never admit it. 

"I'll change in the bathroom." Panchito said suddenly, once again moving away from his companion. He quickly disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving José alone and a bit dazed.

José stood silent for a moment, watching the door, a thousand thoughts running through his mind at once. 

"Why is Panchie acting so strange tonight? Is he okay? Is it because of me? He's definitely avoiding me, it's not just my imagination, right? If he finally figured out my true feelings it could be out of anger or contempt. Oh God, what am I going to do?" 

José noticed his heart racing and scrambled to calm himself down before Panchito returned. 

"Okay. It's fine, if he knew, he wouldn't even want to sleep in the same room as me. Just get changed and pretend like everything's normal. We're both tired, it'll all be okay by the morning…" 

José sighed. He threw on a plain yellow t-shirt and took off his pants so he just had his boxer shorts on underneath. As he was putting his discarded clothes away in the suitcase, Panchito emerged from the bathroom in a cowboy themed set of pajamas. Both blushed seeing each other and silently made their ways to their respective beds, turning off the bedside lamps that lit the room in the process.

"...good night, José." Panchito said after almost a full minute of silence. 

"Good night, Panchito." José responded, refraining from using his nickname in fear it'd make matters worse. 

The two lay quietly in the dark, unable to fall asleep despite the day's exhaustion. Both shifted in their beds many times over, transitioning through periods of shut eyes to staring at the ceiling to watching the other while they had their back turned so that there was no risk of being caught. Neither dared speak. Their routine went on for what seemed like the whole night, but probably wasn't more than an hour or two in reality, until…

"José?" Panchito asked in a whisper, trying to field whether or not his companion was awake. 

"Sim?" He responded, pushing himself halfway into a sitting position in order to face his friend. "Do you want to tell me what's been bothering you?"

"I...can't. You'll hate me forever." Panchito choked out, covering his face with his hands.

"What?!" José's heart sank. He sat up the rest of the way and flicked on his lamp so that they could see each other. "Panchito, nothing you do or say could ever make me hate you." 

Panchito looked over at José through the cracks in his fingers. His face was serious, a tonal shift from the care-free facade he usually put on. Panchito sighed and paused for a moment before sitting up as well.

"I'm not so sure…"

"Por favor me diga o que está errado...please…." José pleaded. 

Both sat with lumps in their throat, hoping desperately for something just out of reach, not wanting to break what's already there. Panchito was the first to cry.

"I can't-- every day, every time we hang out together it's all about the girls. 'Oh, look at the pretty señoritas! Let us try and win their affections!' And I have to join in and compete and pretend like that is what I want to do. I do not know how much longer I can take it! I want to be normal, believe me, I wish nothing more, that would make this so much easier but--"

"Panchito..?" José mumbled, tears streaming down both of their faces at this point. 

"But I do not care about the señoritas, not hardly, I never have. I have to pretend. For your sake. And Donal's. The two of you are my very best friends and I do not want to lose either of you but...but...es tan difícil fingir….I can't say it. It's not right, it's not even legal, is it? But how am I supposed to go on like this when the person whose affections I want to be competing for is…"

As he spoke, José made his way over to Panchito's bed without him noticing, sitting next to him for a moment before deciding it'd be better to kneel in order for them to be the same height.

"Panchie…" José sighed and wrapped Panchito in a warm hug. "It's okay…"

"No it's not! How can you say that when--"

"Shh…" José turned Panchito’s head to face him and tenderly cupped his cheeks as he wiped away tears from his eyes. He then placed a soft kiss to the top of his forehead. 

Panchito's eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat, startling him enough to cause him to stop crying. He looked at José with a dumbfounded expression, José only smiling back at him softly.

"You don't have to pretend anymore. Not with me. How about we trade one secret for another, hm?" 

Panchito nodded, shaking, still processing everything that just happened. 

"Are...are you sure?"

"Of course, don't be silly. I hate the tears, but I'm very happy to hear you feel the same way."

"You mean...you don't care for the señoritas either?"

José laughed. 

"I do. But I also care for the cavalheiros. And I very much care for you…" 

"Oh." Panchito smiled, wrapping his arms around José. The smile didn't last long, however. "What will we tell Donal?"

"Hm. Well, I do not think he would hate us. He does not seem like the type, no? But let's not fret any more about this tonight. We can worry all we want in the morning."

"Okay…" Panchito nodded, taking another moment to process things before laying down and taking José along with him. José let out a small giggle. 

"Panchie! What's all this for?"

"Well, we are going to bed, are we not?"

José blinked, quickly understanding Panchito's request. He shifted, entangling himself comfortably in Panchito's arms, his head resting on his chest. He took a moment to listen to the steady beat of Panchito's heart before speaking. 

"Yes, I suppose we are…"

The pair once again said their good nights, but this time they fell asleep almost instantly. Neither knew what lay ahead for them in the days to come. Would they tell Donald, or would this be a secret just for the two of them? So many uncertainties, but one thing was certain. They had each other. And that was enough.

[birds-punch]

The Three - Way Scandal

Summary: When Mickey Mouse accidentally stumbles upon his best friend, Donald Duck kissing two certain Caballeros; the mouse quickly takes it upon himself to investigate if the duck is cheating on Daisy or not.

Characters: Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy, Daisy Duck, Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca, Several other Disney Characters.

Pairing: Donald x Panchito x José (Three Gay Caballeros), Donald x Daisy (past!)

Notes:

This is literally the first OT3 fanfic I’ve written in a long time and not to mention the very first time I actually written Mickey, Goofy and Minnie so I apologize if I made anyone OOC in this.

I also used Google Translate for the Spanish and Portuguese words that Panchito and José speaks in this fic, so feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong and I’ll quickly fix it.

“Hey Minnie, have you seen Donald? He wasn’t at the door earlier.” Mickey asked, getting off the stage after he introduced himself to the crowd.

Minnie looked up from her schedule, tapping her chin with her pen. “Sorry Mickey, I didn’t see him either. But Panchito and José are here tonight, why don’t you go ask them?”

Mickey’s expression lit up at the suggestion, “That’s a great idea! Thanks, Minnie!” He said giving her a wave, before walking off to find the two birds.

Surely finding two colourful looking birds would be easy right? Well apparently not, because after going through the entire theatre and checking every single table along with the foyer, (where he got the same answer from Daisy) the mouse still couldn’t find the duck. Letting out a tired sigh, Mickey went back to sit on the red couch that’s near the dressing rooms and the back entrance to the stage.

‘Where could Donald have gone off to?’ The mouse thought to himself, trying to come up with some ideas on where his best friend might’ve gone to.

As if the universe finally got tired of him trying to figure out, the sound of three muffled voices came into ears. Turning his head into the direction of the noise, Mickey found himself face to face with Donald’s dressing room door. Quickly getting off the couch, he walked over to the door about to knock when he noticed that it wasn’t even locked or closed properly, showing a gap large enough for anyone to peek through.

Despite knowing that’s incredibly rude to listening in on other people’s conversations and spying on them at the same time. Mickey couldn’t control his curiosity or his impatience from peeking through the gap, tuning his round ears towards the conversation.

The white duck fiddled with his work jacket, looking quite uneasy towards two familiar birds.

“Ooohh... I’m so nervous guys. I’m not sure if this is gonna go well for us in front of everyone.”

José immediately stepped in, a calm supportive smile on his beak, “It’ll be alright, meu patinho. Don’t forget that this not only you’ve been waiting for a há muito tempo, but also Panchito and I as well. We’ll be here by your side, up on that stage tonight.”

Panchito also stepped in, placing a hand on the duck”s shoulder. “Being nervioso for this big confession is normal, Mi Patito. But I promise everything will be alright in the end and if no one accepts us for what we have together,” the rooster then shook a fist in the air. “Iré a ellos y los haré comer mi puño!”

Mickey felt a rush of confusion go through his body. He doesn’t remember asking the Three Caballeros to perform for tonight or Minnie changing the schedule a little. They’re probably just here to visit their friend.

A smile finally forms on the mallard’s face, before wrapping his arms around the two Caballeros in a two way embrace.

“Thanks guys, I really needed that.”

“You do not need us to thank us, meu amor,” José replied, returning the hug. “Panchi and I tell you these things because we love you very much and are proud of how far you have come and how brave you are.” The parrot finished, taking Donald’s cheek into his hand.

“I love you guys too.”

Hearing those words was still as powerful as the very first time he told the pair his feelings of love a long time ago. Taking the initiative, José gently placed his beak over Donald’s before letting Panchito do the same.

Mickey’s mouth dropped open in shock at the scene that was happening right in front of his eyes. A million questions ran through his short circuited head. ‘When did this happened?!’, ‘Why didn’t Donald tell him and Goofy?’, ‘How long have they all been together?’

The mouse rubbed the back of his head, still trying to process what the Three Caballeros just did in Donald’s dressing room. He couldn’t believe that Donald had kept this secret relationship to himself for a very long time and so well that no one had even suspected that anything had changed about the white Pekin. But... if Donald didn’t tell anyone other than the fact that he either bi or gay (not saying that the mouse has anything against it.), does that mean it’s because he’s cheating on Daisy?

He immediately shook his head, trying to erase that last thought.

‘No way! Donald may cheat at anything, cheating in a relationship just isn’t like him!’ The star thought to himself furiously. A second thought then invaded his mind, ‘Then again... Whenever Donald and Daisy are together and Minnie and I go on double dates with them, he never really smiled on any of them.’

Mickey started to walk away from Donald’s dressing room towards the stage. But if that was the case, why would Donald even be cheating on her? Well, he’ll get some help trying to figure this out later. He must go and introduce the first cartoon to the guests.

“Hey Goofy!”

Said Goof looked up from the table he was serving.

“A-hyuck! Hi Mickey, what’s up?” He greeted, placing the ordered dish on the table.

The mouse looked around, before gesturing to his best friend to come down so he could whisper in his ear.

“There’s something I need your help with at the moment. It might have to do with Donald and Daisy.”

Goofy turned to look at his friend with surprise, already forgetting that he’s supposed to head back to the kitchen.

“Gawsh Mick. Is there something going on between Donald and Daisy?”

Mickey opened his mouth but then closed again, pursing his lips. Is this really a good idea? Getting Goofy involved in all this? Getting Donald to stop cheating on his girlfriend is one thing but he also doesn’t want to ruin Goofy’s friendship with the duck as well!

“Mickey, what wrong?” The dog asked, looking at how worried his best friend looked.

Drawn out of his thoughts by the waiter, Mickey looked up for several seconds then looked back at the table where Panchito and José were seated at, the two birds speaking to each other before getting off their seats and heading straight for the foyer, the parrot taking with him a glass of water. The mouse then turned back to look at his friend, still looking concerned as ever.

“Okay, Goofy I’ll tell ya. But not where everyone can see us.”

“WHAAAAAATTTTT?!!!!” Goofy’s voice echoed through the entire building.

“Shh!!” Mickey quickly shushed his best friend, looking around to see if Goofy’s outburst attracted any attention.

Goofy covered his mouth to prevent himself from yelling again.

“Are you sure, Mick? Is our pal Donald really cheating on Daisy with Panchito and José?” The black dog asked, still shocked by what his best friend told him.

Mickey scratched his chin, “Well I’m not really sure, until we get all the facts. It all might just be an inside thing they do together. But I did saw them heading for the foyer, so they be looking for Donald right now and we have to go see what they’re up to!”

With that, the two best friends quickly headed into the foyer before hiding themselves behind a pillar. There was Donald at the door greeting Pogo, Perdita and their one hundred and one children. After finishing with the last puppy, the duck wiped the sweat off his forehead in a show of exhaustion, before slowly looking up to see his fellow Caballeros coming up to see him again, a smile growing on his beak once José handed him the glass of water.

“Gawsh Mickey, I’ve never seen Donald look so happy to see someone like that before.” Goofy whispered, peeking out from behind the pillar with said mouse.

“Yeah...” the mouse couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealously at how happy the duck looked with his two fellow Caballeros. Not even he saw Donald this happy through all the past years they’ve spent together.

Panchito then said something that made Donald shook his head, smile still attached on his beak. Mickey believed he heard the duck saying he can’t take a break because he’s still quite busy tonight and that he wants to go over what he plans to say in front of the guests. José then placed a hand on the duck’s shoulder, whispering something in his ear that made the white mallard turned red before trying to cover his face, feigning annoyance as his two best friends (unknowingly) watched in surprise.

Before Mickey and Goofy could even try to process Donald’s extremely flushed face, Panchito then gently grabbed the duck’s head, pressing a soft kiss on the top of the duck’s beak before allowing the Brazilian Parrot have his share of kisses with the duck.

Goofy’s eyes bugged out and his mouth went slack jawed at the sight. He couldn’t believe his eyes! Panchito and José are smooching their best friend Donald and he seems to be enjoying it.

“I-It really is true... Our pal Donald is a cheating heart...” The dog muttered, still watching the three birds shower each other with loving affection.

“Yeah I... I guess there’s no point denying it anymore.” Mickey sighed, sounding quite sad that there’s a chance both his and Goofy’s friendship with Donald is ruined.

“What are we gonna do, Mick? Donald can’t keep cheating on Daisy like this!” Goofy whispered.

The mouse rubbed his chin in thought. “I’m not sure Goofy, but I remember the three of them discussing something about announcing to the guests up on stage tonight. Maybe if I can stop Donald and the other Caballeros from getting up on the stage, we might just be able to get this all sorted out.”

“Okay, but how’s that gonna work?”

“First; you go find Daisy while I’ll stall for time and once she’s here; Donald, Panchito and José will have to explain themselves to her, making them run out of time to get on stage and announce what they’re gonna say.”

Goofy saluted, “Got it Mick!” He than ran off to go find Daisy, leaving Mickey to continue watching the three birds talk to each other a little longer before making their way to the backstage, unaware of the spying mouse.

Donald wheezed from nervousness, going through some breathing exercises with Panchito and José, the two of them gently holding his shoulders.

“That’s it, Donal’. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.” José spoke softly, helping the white duck.

The rooster gently shushed in his ear, “It’s alright, mi Patito. We’re right here besides you and we’ll be together on that stage.” He then nuzzled the duck’s head feathers in a comforting manner.

A tiny smile grew on the duck’s beak, from his lovers’ support and the slow nuzzling on his head. The smile slowly changed to a determined expression as confidence slowly began to surge within in, his chest starting to puff out.

“Alright, I can do this! Panchito, José, come on! Let’s get on that stage!!” The duck spoke with much spirit and energy, immediately marching for the stage in a straight line. The two Latin birds shared a look of surprise before breaking into a small run to keep up with the confident Pekin.

“Pato, wait!” José called out, stopping just behind Donald who was an inch near the curtain. “Shouldn’t we wait for senhor Mickey first?”

“Aw, phooey!” Donald scoffed. “We don’t have time to wait for Mickey to introduce us, I’ll do it myself!”

“Whatever you say, mi amigo.” Panchito shrugged, unable to stop a proud smile from growing on his beak at how brave and confident his American boyfriend is.

“Donald, wait!” Mickey panted, stopping just front of the three birds as he tries to catch his breath.

The three birds watched the exhausted mouse with bemusement before the white duck turned back towards the curtain, not listening to his best friend due to being too focused on his current goal.

“Sorry Mickey, but We gotta go up on stage now.” The duck then hooked arms with Panchito and José, all three of them heading onto the stage as Mickey watches helplessly.

Upon seeing the crowd of Disney Characters sitting at the tables with all eyes on them, the duck chuckled nervously as he pulls his shirt collar. The two Latin birds gave their American lover’s arms a supportive squeeze, still holding onto to him. Letting himself take a very deep breath, he managed to regain the strength to speak.

“H-Hi everybody. Unfortunately we’re not here to perform tonight,” Several disappointed groans echoed through the auditorium, the crowd obviously wanted to watch the trio sing, like the previous times they were here at the house. “But we got something incredibly important to tell all of you.” Unhooking his arms, Donald took his two lovers’ hands in his’.  Here we go, it’s the moment of truth.

“Panchito, José and I. We’re a-“

“Donald, stop! You can’t do this!!” A certain mouse exclaimed, quickly running up on the stage.

The American Pekin looked incredibly outraged, temper rapidly starting to rise. “WHAT?! WHY NOT?!”

Panchito and José quickly took hold off the angry duck’s arms to stop him from beating up the mouse, but they each still looked just as vexed as their boyfriend.

“Isn’t it obvious, Donald?” Mickey asked, trying his best to keep his cool and guard in case the duck goes after him.

“NO MICKEY, IT’S NOT IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT IN THE NAME OF DISNEY YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!” The duck responded, struggling to put up his fists.

“STOP CHEATING ON DAISY, DONALD!” Mickey finally yelled.

Every guest in the auditorium gasped in shock from what their favourite mouse just yelled at the duck. Whispers started to fly around the tables between each Disney Character, everyone wanted to know what’s going on.

Donald’s expression turn from anger to utter confusion, loosing the adrenaline from wanting to punch the mouse as Panchito and José looked at each other, just as equally confused.

“Say that again, Mick?” The white mallard said, having trouble trying to process what he was just accused of.

Mickey’s expression also melted in bemusement. “Stop cheating on Daisy, Donald...” he repeated, also sounding confused.

“What’s going on here, boys?” Said female duck asked, walking onto the stage with Goofy and Minnie following behind.

Every single eye in the building landed on Daisy, as Donald facepalmed himself, silently asking himself why is this happening to him.

Thankfully José spoke up for him, “Nossas desculpas senhorita Daisy. It seems our amigo, senhor Mickey is accusing our Patinho of cheating on you.”

Daisy’s eyes widen slightly, looking at Mickey then at Donald and the two birds before sighing to herself, shaking her head. “Mickey, you’ve got it all wrong. Donald isn’t cheating on me; we broke up a long time ago.”

Another loud gasp went through the audience who were watching everything that unfolded right in front of their eyes. Mickey open and closed his mouth, unable to find the words to say when Donald chimed in, fiddling with the rim of his uniform jacket.

“Mickey, I broke up with Daisy so I wouldn’t cheat on her with the two guys before I started dating them. She knew the whole time because I had to tell her I love Panchito and José, I didn’t want to lie to her.”

The mouse took a while to process what the two duck’s just told him. Another question however, was on his mind. “But if you told Daisy a long time ago, why didn’t you tell me or Goofy until now?”

Donald slumped slightly, still fiddling with his jacket. “Because it wasn’t safe for all three of us at the time.”

Everyone in the audience immediately went quiet as they watched, Panchito and José gently placed their hand on the duck’s shoulder with sadness in their usually bright and energetic eyes.

A sigh passed the duck’s beak. “When all three of us started dating two years after our movie came out in 1945, we couldn’t have an open relationship because of society at that time and aside from Daisy and my three nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie. no one would’ve understand what we have together. So all three of us with Daisy’s help, kept it a secret from everyone else.” Donald then let out a short laugh, “We’ve almost been caught a few times before, but somehow we still kept it under wraps.”

Shortly after the white mallard spoke his word, Panchito quickly took over.

“But you see Señor Mickey, now that sociedad has become more open minded and free, the Three Caballeros talked about finally coming out and we all agreed to tell everyone tonight at the House of Mouse.”

José then noticed that Mickey looked rather downcast, covering his face with his hands.

“Você está bem, Mickey?” The parrot asked just after Donald and Panchito noticed that something was wrong with the host.

“No.” The mouse replied, lifting his head up to look at his best friend, “I’m so sorry Donald. I should’ve asked you what’s going on between you and the other Caballeros instead of just assuming you’re cheating on Daisy and ruining your confession to everyone.” Mickey then turned to look at Goofy, “I’m really sorry I got you involved in this too, Goofy.”

The waiter simply brushed it off, “Aww, Mick. It’s fine. You were worried for both Donald and Daisy, I was too.”

Donald placed a hand on Mickey’s shoulder. “Well, the whole coming out wasn’t really how me and the boys expected it and I was pretty mad when you tried to stop us, but in the end we managed to do it and it seems everyone here, is okay with it too.”

As if on cue, everyone in the crowd started clapping and cheering as a show of support as Mickey pulled his best friend in a hug, saying his own words of support.

“What a night this turned out to be, huh?” Donald asked his best friend before saying a goodbye to Winnie the Pooh and Piglet.

“Ha ha, it sure has.” Mickey’s smile weaken a little. “I still can’t believe how much of a jerk and an idiot, I acted towards you and your boyfriends though.”

Donald sighed, “Mickey I already told you, it’s alright. It was kind of my fault as well since I didn’t tell before the show started.”

“You wanted it to be a surprise and I kind of ruined it.” The mouse rubbed the back of his head. “But it still turned into a surprise somewhat.” He remarked, laughing a little.

“Yeah, did you see the look on everyone’s faces when you accuse me of going behind Daisy’s back? That was priceless!”

The two best friends fell into a small fit of laughter when José rushed back inside the club, just stopping at their feet.

“Meu bem, it’s an emergência!” The green parrot said in between pants.

Donald quickly rushed to his Brazilian lover’s side. “What’s wrong, Joe? Are you hurt?!”

José shook his head, smoothing out his cream coloured jacket. “Não it’s not me. Do you remember, what you Americans called him...uh what’s the termo?” He snapped his fingers, trying to think. “Ah! That air headed dog called Gaston? He just said some really palavras horríveis about the three of us and Panchito just challenged him to a gunfight!”

The duck wakked in shock before grabbing a chair and running outside.  “Panchito! Hang on, I’m coming!” He then ran off onto the street.

“Donal’ wait, you’re going the wrong direção!” The Parrot turned to the mouse and shook his hand in a way that would’ve made the rooster proud. “Sinto muito Mickey, but I must go and help my namorados now. Obrigado pelo seu gentil apoio, despedida!”

With that, José ran into the direction of the duck, swinging his black umbrella around like a sword as Mickey watched on from the inside of the House of Mouse.

[sanctuaryoftheodd]

Chapter 16: Tales of Lesbian Fails

"Thank you again, Darby Sisters!"

"You've thanked us a thousand times already, Princess!" Dorcas said, shoving me from behind. "Why don't you go for a walk with your lady friend over there and show off your new look for everyone to see! Then we can get more customers!"

"Lady friend..." Raina goes bright red.

Ah, I was advertising for them. Well, I was more than satisfied with the end result so I'm happy to rope them in some new clients. We don't even have a money system in place yet and they are already thinking about publicity. Business savvy fauns. "I'll tell everyone the Darby Sisters were behind my drip!"

They both break into wide smiles.

I take their advice and walk around town with Raina by my side. She was very red for some reason. I was getting compliments left and right for the new look and I was sporting a big smile because of it. As promised, I brought up the Darby Sister whenever anyone asked.

Eventually, Lexine approached me.

"Maybe you should call it a day?" She suggested. "It's pretty close to the requisite sleep time."

"Huh, but it's still very light out." I said. I couldn't see the position of the sun because it didn't exist, but the shadows suggested high noon.

"Oh, a day on this planet is 30 Earth days. It won't actually be night for a while."

"What?!" I exclaimed. "How is there any life on this planet with that much sun? Wouldn't this be an arid wasteland considering?"

"It's the Odd, don't think about it too hard. Just be glad you're not a vampire." She says as she gives her parasol a twirl. "Also, it's 9:45pm right now."

"Aww crap!"

I call everyone over and tell them the work day is over. I tell them that we'd be focusing half the scavengers tomorrow on warehouses 1-5 as there may be some good stuff in those. There's apparently 25 warehouses in this town, so I thought doing them numerically would be the best way.

With that, I wished them goodnight and everyone parted. People have started claiming houses to live in. I, however, will be living in the mansion.

I invited Raina and Panchi to live in the mansion with me and they agreed. Granny Sota refused  saying she wanted to live in a house with her husband when he eventually comes. Lexine decided to live off site too, stating "Until I'm worthy of your trust, it's best I live elsewhere."

Before she went to her new home, I was directed to the master bedroom. It was HUGE! Way too big! I try to explain this to Lexine, but she just gives me the whole "this is just the kind of room a princess sleeps in."

The Darby sister apparently put together a cute purple nightgown for me, so I changed into that.

Later that night, I just couldn't sleep at all. It wasn't because of the daylight as all the windows were covered. No, as I predicted, the room was way too damn big! It was so vast, I felt like I was sleeping outdoors. I tossed and turned for a while before I decided to go for a walk through the mansion.

The shutters had automatically come down on all the windows, so it really felt like night had fallen over the estate. I tried my best to mentally take note of landmarks so I wouldn't get lost on the way back. I turned a corner and that's when I saw her: Raina was sitting on a couch that was backed up against the wall. She wore a really cute white nightgown. She was staring off into space pensively. I wondered what she was thinking about.

Then she turned and suddenly spotted me.

"Anne?!" She exclaimed.

"Couldn't sleep. You?"

"Y-yeah, I couldn't sleep either."

"Care if I joined you?"

"O-okay!"

With her permission, I took my place next to her on the couch. It was just a small couch for guests, so we were sitting pretty close together. She was looking a bit red staring at the floor.

I'm going to try breaking the ice. "How are you feeling? You know, about Sanctuary."

"Oh, um, I'm cautiously optimistic."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I've had homes before that didn't last. Part of me doesn't want to get my hopes up." She started, awkwardly rubbing the upper meat of her arm. "I'm afraid. That maybe Berry Blitzkrieg might change their minds about us or the dragons might take offense to us being here, or... well, I just can't help but worry, ya know?"

"I can understand. I've never really had a home, to be honest." Even living as nameless I didn't have one. My dad always had me going on the next adventure.

"Oh I'm sorry."

"No, I'm just saying, I understand the whole 'cautiously optimistic' thing." I explained. "Though, that said, this time feels a bit different, like a puzzle piece falling into place. I have a good feeling about this."

"Haha, I guess that’s just like you." She looked over at me and smiled. "Well, if you believe in it, then I can believe in it too!"

"Ummm." It clicked. That's when I noticed something. Something I've been missing this whole time. Something that was right in front of my nose.

"I'm looking forward to my future with you." She said, giving me the most brilliant smile she's given me since I first met her. My heart started to race. 

I remembered a long time ago. My father was a bit of a womanizer. He was also really good at reading people. Many women would be interested in the dark and mysterious anti-hero that my dad would make me into, and they would develop amorous feelings for my persona. That's when my dad would chime in with his narration pointing out every sign that she was into me and then he'd bust out the flirting.

Thinking about the conversation I just had with Raina, she was fidgeting a lot at the start. As the conversation kept going she was leaning towards me, as if she was trying to close the already tiny gap between us. That look in her eyes... When I first met her, I thought she was afraid of me, but thinking back, I don't think that was ever true. The way she went out of her way to relate to me and my situation, the way she ran up to me when I came back alive from the executions, when she saw me awake earlier today. This wasn't just her being nice.

And then when I turned my attention to myself, I noticed how happy I was being around her, how easy it was for me to talk to her. My heart was beating so fast when she looked at me like that. The more I thought about it, the more obvious it became: I liked Raina, and she liked me. She OBVIOUSLY likes me!

Wait... if we like each other mutually, does that mean that Raina and I could...

Does that mean we could...

We could... d... da...date...

"Anne? Is something wrong? You're really red."

"Oh um! It's fine!" I rubbed my face.

"You sure?"

"Yep. I'm feeling better already." There's no point fretting over it. If Raina likes me, then whatever happens will happen. Let things flow naturally as they say. I decided to change the subject. "Aren't the rooms here huge?"

"Now that you mention it, they are pretty big."

"I couldn't sleep at all because of the size of it."

"Oh wow, I didn't know you could lose sleep over that."

"Oh? Why couldn't you sleep? Was the room too posh or something?"

"No, I'm just not used to sleeping alone." Raina looked a bit lonely as she said it.

"Oh?" That's a new one for me.

"Well, before I slept in a cell with cellmates. Before that I was crammed in a small human refugee camp where we had to double up the rooms. Before that I always slept in my mom's room. I've been sleeping next to people my whole life."

"Oh wow, that's incredible actually." I'm the opposite, way too used to sleeping alone. Especially in dumpsters.

"It's not..." Raina said bashfully. "But yeah, I can't get any sleep because of that."

"Well, if sleeping alone is your problem, and having too big a room is my problem, maybe we can fix both problems by sharing the same bed?"

...

...WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING? THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I WAS JUST SAYING TO MYSELF TO LET THINGS HAPPEN NATURALLY! AND NOW I'M UP AND ASKING HER TO SLEEP WITH ME?!? I'M THE BIGGEST IDIOT ON THE ENTIRE PLANE-

"Well, that would actually help..."

"Wha-what?" I stutter out.

Suddenly, the door across from us swung open violently. Panchi was standing there in full body PJs and a furious look on her face.

"SHUT UP AND GET A ROOM ALREADY! Seriously, I'm trying to sleep here!" She yells before slamming the door.

So Raina slept in my bed the rest of the night. I no longer lay awake because of the size of the room, but because my heart was pounding too hard from the girl I like laying in bed next to me. I don't even have a heart and yet my body knows to torment me at this moment with an exaggerated performance. I have no idea if I was going to get any sleep. Hope Raina was faring better.

[mr-cactisold]

Back to Life

Hello darlings! Well, this is my first fanfic on this fandom and it is a project that I have been wanting to do for some time. I don't speak english, so I used the google translator. Yes, I know that the translation is not 100% accurate, but it is what we have hahah.

This fic will be posted on Ao3 and Tumblr.

Some warnings:

 -This fanfic has a great chance of being 'canceled' for several reasons.

 -May have continuity errors (I am not experienced in creating a story: p) 

-This story will be translated by Google, since it was originally written in Portuguese and the author does not know English haha -This fanfic will have a Sherlock Holmes style. 

-Strong inspiration in Zeragii fanfic's (Link at the end of the notes)

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At first it was hard to believe, but it was there, right in front of him, he was not dead as they thought .... Well, as Panchito  had thought.

It was him, Francisco knew. He knew very well those extravagant green feathers, in addition to his bright red and blue tail, that same smug look, and of course, his damn cigar that he carried around with him (he broke his promise, right?). And besides, he knew the bird beside him in the photo, Nestor Rodrigues de Amaral, a young and very kind vulture he met when he first visited Vila Xurupita, not only him, but also Pedro Silvia dos Santos, Afonso Celso Garcia Reis and the beautiful girl Maria Vaz, although these last three are not in the photo (were they involved in this?)

Now his mind was full of doubts to the top, but they could be summed up in a single word: HOW?

He remembered, he was there, in the mahogany coffin, very expensive by the way (courtesy of Rocha Vaz, perhaps the only thing he was proud to buy for the parrot). He owes flowers, songs, cries and speeches. He saw José Henrique Oliveira Lima inside the coffin, in his yellow suit and Panama hat. That was 10 years ago, it was when the THREE CABALLEROS separated, for paths so different that it would be difficult to convince them that they were like brothers, of different mothers, of different fathers and of different countries (and many other differences)

At that time, Donald had gained nephews (Della Duck, why did you leave?) And took care of them alone for many years, but a year ago he had reconciled with his uncle, Scrooge McDuck and managed a small part of the richest duck companies in the world. world. Her nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie had grown up strong, healthy and were very intelligent, not counting little Webby, a little girl of many talents.

Panchito himself had gone his way, took a high position at the USM Border Secret Service after a lot of effort (despite having a lot of skills, being the son of Miguel and Maria ended up helping a little, but he doesn't like to think about it), it is now, it had a good patent on both the Mexican and the American side of the border. Yes, he was happy, his brother was going to get married a month away and everything looked so good, so perfect!

Until that morning ...

The moment he was summoned to Colonel Hawkin's office, everything seemed to sense something bad, but Francisco stood firm, entered through the dark wooden door, removed his huge umbrella and looked at Beagle behind the huge mahogany table.

-Mr Colonel? Antonio said he wanted to talk to me, did something happen? Do any cities along the border need help? Seizure of a drug or fugitive? Does the American government need help? Again? -And before he knew it, he was chattering and didn't even notice the arrival of another person in the room.

-Am I disturbing something? - The rooster stopped talking and turned so that he could see the owner of the voice: Paola, Colonel's daughter.

-Paola! My daughter, did something happen? - Panchito noticed that he was a little hoarse.

-No, no! I just came to see if you were all right. - The girl looked at the sombrero, her eye half closed - Hello, Panchie! ~

The rooster smiled, but maybe it came out more like a grimace, because the Mexican soon turned to her father:

-Back later, you guys look busy. Watch your throat, my father! Avoid talking so much- She turned, her light yellow dress patting Panchito's leg. - See you, boys! - And with a wink directed at Rooster, she slammed the door, making the pictures on the walls shudder.

-Well ... Senhor Francisco- Yes, she kept calling him by name

-Panchito is already good, Colonel.- He offers, with a bright smile.

-I like to keep the formalities. -He sighs and points to one of the two leather chairs in front of him. - You can sit down.

-Thank you, but I like to stand, I don't want to be sedentary- Hawkins was going to object, but he gave up.- What did you want to talk to me about?

-Well ... About that, yesterday a letter came from McDuck domains ...- The Mexican's eyes lit up, but before he could say anything, the Colonel continued- Ricardo said it was urgent.

Then he took a letter, closed by a bright red seal, and also a small yellow folder and handed it to the reddish brown cock, which he took in a hurry.

-Oh? A letter from Donald? Strange, I could have sent a quick message.- he asked, as he quickly opened the envelope, his eyes landed on the cursive letters.

At all times, he tried to stay positive. Yes Yes! He was Mr. Think Positive, right? But now, at the end of the letter, his head was turbulent.

He quickly took the yellow envelope, tearing the hem and taking the contents: A photo

If the letter itself had made him turbulent, the photo itself, oh heavens, only God knew how the great Panchito Pistoles, who had already participated in so many secret missions, in matters of life and death, which was still going on despite everything , but that now ....

He didn't realize how quickly the Colonel came to his side to trim him ...

Now, there he was, sitting in the leather chair he had refused to sit on.

-Paco? Paco! Look, how many fingers do you have here? ”It was Paola, waving her hand in front of her. She cast a look at Hawkins- Dad! I'll leave you for 5 minutes, and look what happens! -Now with a fan, she was shaking the cock.

-What did you see, Francisco? Is Donald in trouble? ”The beagle ignored his daughter, bending down to pick up the photo that Panchito had dropped. - What is it ..? - He looked at the photo

-H-He .... He's alive ...- babbled

-Who? Who's alive? -Paola shouted

-José ..... José Carioca is alive!