#the bois are disasters and also whores

[just-another-mess-in-a-dress]

B/G/3 Snz Head Cannons pt 1 Bois

Writing horn at work because that’s what you do when you’re an adult waiting on emails right??

Snz headcanons for b/g/3 characters let’s gooooooo (in parts because tumblr has decided word count matters rip)

Astarion

Photonic sneezer for sure

Beyond that I think his nose is much more sensitive now than it was when he was alive so being out in the wilds I think made him an absolute sniffly mess for the first few days

After the initial shock of being in the wide open world I think the sensitivity to strong florals sticks with him.

Usually sneezes in doubles but sometimes threes when he’s really irritated

Covers with steepled hands or tries desperately to stifle

Is REALLY bad at stifling

I feel very strongly about this - his voice gets deeper when he sneezes/is congested

Like we know when he’s quiet and genuine his voice gets a bit deeper and less performative

And I imagine he’s shit at changing how his sneezes sound so they’ve gotta be deep in his chest

Typically follows up with a dazed, ‘excuse me’

Expects to be blessed and will be pouty about it if he’s ignored

If vampires could get sick he would make it everyone’s problem

But be lowkey embarrassed about it if a partner was genuinely worried and doting on him

Gale

This man always has a handkerchief on him

Compulsive stifler even before the orb but after the orb it becomes even worse

Ignore his high con score this man gets sick often and it’s always a stuffy head cold situation

Does that thing where he keeps his handkerchief balled up under his nose while he reads/writes to keep it from dribbling.

Is an expert at covering sneezes but on the off chance he didn’t feel one coming he gets super flustered about it

King of the stuck sneeze and he’s mostly okay with that - if it doesn’t come out he can’t blow up lol

Once he’s cured of the orb the first time he catches a cold it’s the sneeziest cold he’s ever had and he lowkey forgets that he can sneeze freely until his partner or a well meaning friend gently points it out (or points it out like an asshole if you’re like that or Astarion lol)

His natural sneezes are loud and always comes in fits, like never one or two

Apologizes every single time

Cannot hold a conversation in the midst of a fit but will try

Doesn’t really have allergies but will occasionally get stuffy voice if he spends too long in the archives

Halsin

This man has never covered a sneeze in his goddamn life okay?

Will blow his nose into his hand if he’s out in the woods and will flick the mess onto the ground before wiping his hand on his thigh

Loud sneezes but not quite atomic bomb levels of loud

Almost always at least a little bit of visible spray

Gets really bad itchy fall allergies every year and knows exactly which genus of plant causes it (will weaponize this fact for a partner who has the kink)

Sneezes mainly in singles but when it’s allergies it’s always doubles

Doesn’t expect blessings but will gladly take them

Usually directs the blast down or away from others if they’re around

Openly acknowledges that he likes sneezing ‘It’s a natural process and it feels quite nice I think’

Being a healer means he’s aware of contagion and how it works but doesn’t think much of his own sneezes until it’s too late

Yes he’s built like a brickhouse and yes he does work himself too damn hard - he also loves being taken care of by a partner

Has been known to induce unprompted because he ‘just wants to hurry things along’ whore

Wyll

Baby boy has the most expressive nose in existence

He always describes sneezes as tickly or buzzy when he’s congested

Comments on his sneezes all the time

Hitchy and gasping breaths into every sneeze

King of build ups, cannot have a sneeze without at least five seconds of warning

Covers every single time but can never find his hanky so it’s usually hands or elbow

Will ask to borrow your handkerchief and will give it right back after decimating it with a blow

Tries to stifle but is really bad at it and it just makes him sneeze more

Sneezes in threes and fours but occasionally sneezes only once

Dust and pollen sensitivity

Every cold starts in his chest but settles in his nose for weeks after

Will breathily remind you he’s not contagious as a sneeze rips through him.

Can be loud or soft but are always drawn out

Doesn’t want to admit he loves being taken care of but it does melt him on the inside

Gets really teary when he sneezes and will make jokes about it to deflect his embarrassment

Very aware of germs and contagion but still manages to catch every bug that goes through his friend groups

Gets disappointed if he’s not blessed after a sneeze

[valentine-cafe]

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various scenarios with different monster characters and having a friends with benefits relationship with them

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ penetrative sex ˖ rough sex ˖ friends with benefits ˖ nipple play ˖ rough sex ˖ creampie ˖ public spaces ˖ angry sex ˖ pussy slapping ˖ handjob ˖ multiple orgasms  | wc : 1.0k 

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﹙hàoyǔ 9948e. ﹚. . . round-the-clocker !! 🍓 : male reader . you should have known the first week of this arrangement that you’d take more dick than calories. hàoyǔ needs his fix. he’s absolutely insatiable. wherever it be calling you up late in the night to have you riding him in his living room. appearing at your work place to fuck you full in the janitor’s closet. jerking you off in a quiet alleyway when you both bump into each other at the city.

you don’t understand. he needs to feel your tight walls around his cock. needs to hold you close and fuck you wild until you’re coming all over. you never deny him any way - ever the loyal slut.

“taking it so well. . . fuck - like you were made for it huh?” a spank to your thigh. he positions your leg over his shoulder further and snaps his hips against yours rapidly. eyes focused on the way that your tight little hole takes him again and again. how it squelches and begs him to stay. but he simply has to withdraw so that he can pound you senseless.

he’s addicted to your cum. so of course he has to jerk you off until you’re whining and bucking despite getting your ass absolutely wrecked.

“pretty boy. pretty slutty boy. only good for taking cock.” he grunts to your ear. ramming into you without mercy. if it means he can see you limp into the library later.

꒰ grim reaper character  ꒱

﹙hǎitāo 209. ﹚. . . anger management !! 🍒 : fem reader . being possessed by a demon and constantly fighting off thoughts of violence while also fighting each and every day in the rebellion really pents up your anger. . . but lucky him, he has you!

your pretty cunt is just the perfect thing for his aggressive thrusts. his harsh words muttered to your ear as he yanks you around. manhandles you. calls you a stupid little whore as he fucks you in the back of one the rebellion’s undercover vehicles.

he’s always made sure to ask if you are alright after. take the utmost care of you. as though you were glass. he always makes sure that you are alright with his roughness. and oh, his sweet angel is what you are.

you don’t mind when he shows up in the middle of the night. shoves your knees to your shoulders and stretch you out on his cock. fuck you so hard that the headboard slams against the wall again and again. muttering things like -

“fuckin’ mission was a disaster. no one fucking listens. not like this sloppy cunt huh?” he pulls out - if only to deliver your throbbing pussy a spank. rub at your clit in apology and kiss you messily again before he goes back to pounding you senseless.

you’ll be all alone in the morning. but that’s fine. you’ll be riding his cock come evening.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ mercenary character ꒱

﹙rishen 1311. ﹚. . . stress reliever !! 🍓 : male reader . the admiral of aegis has quite the questionable methods of stress relief. but he finds that having you on your knees with his cock fucking your throat is ample times better than any whiskey.

you’ve been a worker in his institution for a few years. you’d caught his eye - and now every other day you’re either bent over his desk and getting a good fingering or fucking — or riding his cock like a desperate little thing whilst he tends to his paperwork.

just the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around the base of his cock takes away all the frustration. all of the tension of the week. it doesn’t make it any better that you’re always so willing. always coming around to check in on him.

it’s as though you want his hand down your pants. jerking you off while he shoves you into the glass wall of his office. have you overlook the city and bounce your ass back on his cock. fuck yourself on him because he’s just so tired from work.

“fuck, querido.” the rough grumble in his throat rumbles into your ear. he eases more inches up your tight hole. grabbing onto your hips to halt your frankly pathetic movements before slamming up in tempered. pistoning movements. slow. rough.

all while he smokes his cigarette. balms the bitter taste with the sweetness of your neck and shoulders. he’s just gotta fill you up a few times to feel better.

꒰ boss ˖ spy ˖ femme fatale ˖ assassin character ꒱

﹙ xīyáng 9819. ﹚. . . midnight menace !! 🍒 : fem reader . he’s got quite the obscure schedule. more than most. initially you weren’t too sure how this arrangement would work - but you quickly caught on. the first few times he called you in the middle of the morning. voice heavy with restlessness. telling you to just touch yourself a bit for him. maybe your pretty moans will do better than coffee.

to the nights where he’ll call you up. tell you he’s on his way. before he’s burying his cock between your legs the second he gets in and the door shuts.

loves picking you up. manhandling you. pressing you down into whatever surface he can find and pounding your poor cunt raw.

he’s never there. yet always there at the same time. always touching. always groping. always using you as his pretty little relief. if you aren’t bouncing on his cock at least once a week. even if it’s in the middle of midnight - well, he simply feels as though his week has not been fulfilled then.

after missions is when he’s at his roughest. shoving you face down into the bed and pounding you ass sore. balls aggressively slapping against your weeping pussy. the clock blaring 3am the indicator of your rude awakening.

“always ready to take it - aren’t you sweetheart?” he grunts. fingers tightening on your scalp. he’ll reach around and play with your clit to make you cum. the feel of you cumming around him will be just the pick-me-up he needs.

꒰ mercenary boss ˖ grim reaper character ꒱

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[mikeluciraphgabe]

This disaster lineage is so silly when you break it down

A goblin who Fucks and runs this bitch before going completely off the rails and moving to the middle of nowhere

^ that one’s son padawan who decided that his dad master’s rules we’re stupid - left - and became a wine aunt who is deranged but in a lowkey way

^ that one’s son padawan turned pothead that takes his own son padawan out to fight for ‘enrichment’

^ his dad master traumatized him and made him a whore, slut, booty call if you will as a result

Anakin

Anakin’s first daughter padawan who is a sweetheart - never done anything wrong ever and will stare at her enemies in the eyes before doing the most unnecessary and unexpected move

The ‘last’ Jedi who doesn’t even know how to do the most basic move with a saber - meditates while doing a handstand AND is a Twink (oh and Anakin’s illegal bio-son)

^ that one’s twin sister who is lowkey the most chill but is also Unhinged (don’t take the calm exterior seriously - she’s fucking crazy) (Anakin’s illegal bio-daughter)

The twink’s first ever padawan who is his great-great-great-great grandfather master’s bio-son but then decides that ‘nah this ain’t me fr’ and goes to live with a mandolorian for a couple of years

Boy who is going through a phase evil but falls in love with Anakin’s groomer’s granddaughter and acts like he doesn’t care for her when he Very Much Does (Anakin’s illegal bio-daughter’s son)

[smuttysabina]

Yeji's Lesson on Gangbangs

(Yeji & Itzy, 1700 words) Gangbangs, multiple penetration, cumplay, derogatory language

It is no easy thing, to bear the mantle of a leader, to be responsible for the performance of those who follow you. The role grows ever more complex as you realize Yeji's situation; she not only must control and channel the most energetic group of their generation in idol work, but also in sex. Even the most chaotic and depraved fan orgy requires constant attention to prevent it from spiraling into utter failure. One would think that it would be difficult for a gangbang to end in disaster, but then you clearly had not been around idols much. Strong personalities tend to form... exotic tastes, that when left unchecked can result in bizarre and incomprehensible circumstances. They're still not entirely sure how Nayeon managed to get a National Cherry Popping Day put on the calendar, but saner minds have chosen to simply gloss over that incident. So Yeji exerts herself mightily in curtailing the sluts under her supervision, while also putting in as much effort in fucking her fans into unconsciousness. Nobody said being a leader didnt have its perks...

The Itzy fan gangbang is in full swing, and Yeji is its dynamic centerpiece. She sets a fierce pace, in sex as she does in dance, energetically fucking her fans until they are drained beyond use. It doesn't matter if she is on top or getting sandwiched by fans, Yeji is always the driving force behind the coupling. All of this domination is purely automatic, her body acting on sheer instinct, allowing her turn her attentions towards her charges...

Nearest to Yeji is Yuna, who mirrors her senior in enthusiasm, but not in demeanor. Instead of Yeji's natural confidence, Yuna possesses a frantic neediness that frequently devolves into desperate nymphomania. Far too often Yuna is simply unable to accept that her lovers are unable to continue fucking her greedy holes, becoming frenzied at this denial. Her shrill demands are often accompanied by inelegant "encouragement"; which is hardly helpful considering her fans are fully drained at that point. So to avoid any... unpleasantries, Yeji is often there to add a helping hand. Be it slamming Yuna's howling mouth onto a nearby cock, shoving her own fist into Yuna's palpitating cunt, or even simply kissing her; anything to allow the offending fan to flee. Then the next fan takes their place, and Yuna is back to being a panting cock-sleeve again. Of course, the more cocks that are in Yuna, the harder it is for her notice that one of them is no longer doing its job; so her getting double and even triple penetrated is the norm.

Worse than her physical neediness though, is Yuna's depthless desire for emotional attention. Whoever is her focus at the time immediately becomes the target of a fathomless crush, the sole provider of love and emotional care. And of course, when her crush inevitably begins to flag, its not due to physical failings, its because they don't love her any more. If they truly loved her, they would be able to fuck her all night long, so that means they were lying this whole time! The shock of said betrayal only adds on to Yuna's physical disappointment, creating a toxic brew of emotions that adds a particular serration to her exhortations. So not only are her lovers' bodies at risk, but their mental health as well! Which makes one wonder why she's so popular, until you remember that boys absolutely adore sticking their dick into crazy. And rarely has their been a more attractive mixture of crazy than in Yuna.

In complete contrast with the needy, high-maintenance Yuna, Lia can usually be left to fend for herself. Unlike the former, who requires constant supervision to make sure she doesn't go off the rails, the latter can be trusted to not do anything too insane. So Yeji cheerfully lets Lia do her thing, which mostly boils down to ranting about what enormous whores the rest of Itzy are. While she is not in fact wrong, her argument is somewhat undermined (some might even say, reinforced) by the fact that Lia herself is often engaged in the same exact behavior as the others. So while she gnashes her teeth and rages at the other girls fucking their fans so publicly, she is busy getting double penetrated by her own fans; rather openly in fact. Lia's ability to fuck her way through her fans is directly tied to her indignation; so the harder she raves about how damn good Itzy are at fucking their fans dry, the faster her own fans empty themselves inside of her. Her unintentional dirty talking seems to drive her lovers over the edge, hearing a girl talk about such naughty things is a strong incentive to breed her. So the trick, is keeping her absolutely dripping in righteous fury, something that is more than easy to do considering the lustful and exotic methods Itzy uses to drain their' fans' balls. Thus Yeji rarely has to put much work in other than throwing the occasional teasingly lewd glance at Lia, or fucking some poor soul in a particularly extravagant way. Failing that, Yeji has found it best to simply walk over, and force-feed Lia the enormous quantity of cum stored in her greedy cunt. Making Lia chug liters of turgid jizz always flicks her switch, making her practically frothing with outrage; allowing Yeji return her attentions to the more demanding members under her control.

Speaking of attention, Ryujin is one who requires a great deal of it, as much as she might profess to hate it. Usually found skulking around the edges of any Itzy orgy, she happily helps out those too shy to join in the main event. Which would be fine, except for the fact that the shy boys are usually snapped up by everyone else, Lia especially enjoys the sweet treat of salaciously welcoming innocent cherry boys into manhood. So Ryujin is also left to deal with all the perverts as well, which can lead to some truly bizarre situations occurring on the outskirts of the main area. Even a hardened hedonist like Yeji was bemused by the sight of Ryujin having a line of fans jerk off onto her sweaty armpits, and then making them snort their jizz off of said armpits. But such spectacles are relatively rare, more commonly Yeji looks over to find Ryujin furiously fingering herself to the sight of the other girls getting fucked. Which isnt a bad thing, there are many fans who enjoy fapping onto her while she ignores them, but it does mean she is not milking as many dicks as she could be. So Yeji has to drag the whining voyeur onto center stage, making her the center of attention, which Ryujin loudly proclaims she hates, then letting loose the fans on her. Ryujin does her best to wail about how horrible it is that everyone can see what a lewd slut she is; but the fact that she is generally painting the floor with squirt within minutes shows that to be lie. This pervert should just be honest with herself, it would certainly make Yeji's life so much easier...

Chaeryeong by far requires the most delicate touch out of all of Yeji's girls. Although she is a sexual virtuoso in the prime of her life, all idols are by training, she is still quite furtive in her love-making. The traumas of her early career have left their scars, and Chaery much prefers the privacy of intimate sex. And Yeji is content to indulge her in this, allowing her precious Chaery to receive only the most considerate of lovers. Chaery exults in receiving their love and praise, her fans' adoring attentions giving her a little more confidence with every romantic coupling. Which is not to say she is not amenable to having more than one partner at once, just that she needs to work herself up to it. When she is feeling especially amorous, Chaery sometimes even allows herself to have all of her holes filled at once; a normal occurrence for the other sluts, but for her it is special. Of course for such a cuddly atmosphere to persist, Yeji has to take great pains in screening those she allows to enter Chaery's pillowed domain. Any perverts or hardcore enthusiasts are diverted to more... appropriate lovers; Yuna is a particularly favorite girl to leave them with. Since once you are within Yuna's grasp, it is difficult to leave without getting utterly drained in both spirit and semen. So Chaery's foibles are tolerated, for now at least, as Yeji keeps a close eye on her most delicate of flowers.

But the girl who truly requires the most strenuous watching and control by Yeji, is herself. It would be oh so easy for her to simply give in. To stop restraining herself, to let her primal lusts run wild, to fuck and fuck until her holes are raw and bruised and gullet is swollen with seed. To treat her loving fans like so much disposable fuck-meat, to abuse them until they break and she casts them aside like so much trash. To force the others members of Itzy into becoming little more than her worthless cunt-slaves, worthy only of licking her blown-out holes clean; to make them become little more than fluffers for their almighty bitch-queen. To become matriarch of a wasteland of ruined fans, as the Itzy idol group collapses into little more than a depraved sex cult focused solely upon one thing and one thing only; Yeji's pleasure.

But that does not happen. Yeji holds it in, draining away her monolithic sex drive a little at a time to keep her composure. After all, a leader has responsibilities, and the most important of those is keeping herself in check. Without a beacon of maturity, Itzy would degenerate into a spiral of selfish lusts and pleasures, unsuitable for the stage. Yeji does though, on occasion, privately, discretely, allow herself to let loose. And then the screams of her fans as she hunts and ravishes them are a salve to the crushing pressures of restraining herself. Perhaps Yeji does go a touch too far when indulging her monstrous sexual appetites; though as they say, being the leader does have it perks...

[heavensickness]

Completely random things about Disco Elysium characters that I think about

Klaasje isn't Garte's type and he is probably the only one immune to her charm (she even manages to fool Kim)

Garte never takes a step back and even yells at the Hardie Boys and mercenaries. He doesn't give a shit if he dies.

Cunoesse sleeps outside at night

Cuno used to do his homework so he is not 100% illiterate

Cuno is locked out of his house by his father (his father keeps his key) so Harry breaking into their apartment might be the only way he could get in again

Smoker in the balcony says that Harry looks like he does belong in the Homosexual Underground. He even flirts a little

Egghead dresses like a boideiro

Measurehead can't get hard for his babe which he uses some of his racist bullshit to explain

You can touch the hanged man's penis for some reason and electrochemistry even urges you to

Kim intervenes when Harry is talking to Paledriver or Joyce only out of concern for him

When Harry sees Judit he immediately remembers her as the horse faced woman because that was probably what he used to call her before his amnesia, at least in his head

Similarly, Jean uses the words middle-class, bangable and fuckable while describing Dora in a deadpan tone even though he never met her because that was probably what Harry exactly said about Dora while he was drunk. The drunks in the fishing village also confirm that Harry said a "whore" fucked him over.

Endurance and physical instrument holds Harry's repressed toxic masculinity and possible misogyny, although you can become a feminist or grow out of those thoughts throughout the game. If you don't, they will repeat thoughts about how women are whores and they are all crazy.

Both in Harry's first dream and last dream, his subconscious focuses on Dora's sexual aspects: Warmth of her mouth, between her thighs, wearing a white gown that shows her figure etc.

Kim will still like your karaoke performance even if it was a disaster and he will even defend your performance against Jean

Jules Pideu will try to encourage you if you tell him you can't do this anymore

What Judit feels for Harry is just pity

If you make a "joke" to Cuno about Kim dressing in drag Kim will think something like "YOU are the one who looks like a hooker in those promiscuous clothes"

Jean will also tell you that you look like you have 20 STDs if you are wearing something "promiscuous"

Trant used to be a drug addict and so he understands why Harry can't just quit drinking

Ruby does not actually want to hurt Harry and Kim. She even decreases the intensity of pale emitter because she feels bad for them

Evrart will say "you are NOT an ultraliberal Harry, get the fuck out of here" if Harry says that he is an ultraliberal

Kim will yell "are you stupid??" so loud that Harry will lose a health point if he says that he is a fascist

Andre is "not twenty" and he is already balding

"Pigs" lady used to take care of the Hardie boys when they were kids

Titus says "some Hardie boys are queerer than others and that's okay", looking at Glen

Glen is probably gay but he is the one who reacts the most when Harry says that Ruby likes girls

You can give the working class woman a hug

Harry can ask Joyce if she wants to fuck but she will evade it immediately, saving both of them from embarrasment

If Harry goes on a date with Lilienne, one of his skills will say that this is as far as he could go in his current state & he should be sober for more than a year for something more. Which indicates that if Harry did not keep drinking/he has recovered, he could actually pursue Lilienne and they could be something more

Kim knows that wearing anal beads in public would not make a sound

[kittycatcaptive]

death note AU where light realizes he's too perfect and innocent seeming and is like “what do teenage boys like that they would hide doing from their parents??? sex??? drugs??? Parties???” and takes the hardest right-hand turn in history because he has no idea what normal teenage boys do. like bro is attempting to maintaining his perfect image during the day, going to parties and being a whore and also maintaining his Kira killings and it's just a disaster. just light, hungover af and coming down off molly or something trying to write names in his death note without puking all over it and just feeling absolute dread at the fact his alarm to get ready for his uni classes is gonna go of in 30 minutes.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 9: Bound in Blood

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: To some, the blood bond is as sacred as marriage.

Word Count: 1,979

Notes: Today (April 29) is Lucy's birthday! This might be the sappiest thing I've ever written. Also, I couldn't find much concrete information on blood bonds, so apologies if I got some of the details wrong or had to fudge any of the real-life aspects of these bonds to accomplish what I intended in this fic. Don't try this at home, kids; blood-born illnesses are a thing. Warnings for depictions of blood, self-inflicted injuries, and smut.

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The knife stung as it bit into the flesh of her left palm. Blood, like red pearls, beaded at the first prick, then rushed from the wound in a small gush as she increased pressure on the blade and it sliced deeper into her flesh. She dragged it across nearly the full length of her palm, leaving a diagonal, bleeding line from the base of her index finger to the heel of her palm opposite the side of her thumb in its wake. 

When Tommy had asked her what she thought about marriage, she had been honest with him. Her feelings were conflicted. All her life, marriage had seemed to be akin to a cage. She’d watched women–not just her mother, though she was certainly the most potent example–have their entire beings almost entirely stripped away, until nothing, not even their name, remained. Nothing but a maid, housekeeper, nanny, and whore all rolled into one.  

Perhaps she was being a bit harsh, but that was the example of marriage she had been exposed to for almost her entire life.

And it did not ultimately matter what Tommy wanted, either. She knew it was never his desire to cage or chain her. But it would not be up to him. Society had a very particular expectation for women who were married. And if he wanted to stand even a miniscule of a chance of being accepted into the circles he longed to be a part of, he could not have an unconventional wife. At least not now. 

Perhaps someday, with the changing times and more modern outlooks…if equal rights for women ever truly properly took off, then maybe. But not right now. 

And she would be a rubbish wife. Bored out of her mind. She detested cleaning, was an absolute disaster when it came to knitting and sewing, and she was certain that sitting at home with the knowledge that her husband and his boys were out enjoying all the action and thrills of the life without her, would eat away at her. 

She never had handled the feeling of being left out very well. 

She’d grow to resent it. Resent her life. Maybe even resent him. And that was not something she was willing to risk. 

He had been startlingly understanding, all things considered, when she explained her feelings to him. He knew her so well, he probably had half been expecting it. He’d just stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head. 

“I don’t need a ring and a certificate to know that I’m going to love you forever,” he’d told her. She’d locked her arms around his neck, stretching up on her toes to touch her forehead to his. 

“I plan to love you forever too,” she’d affirmed. And she meant it. Just because she could not say yes to being his wife, did not mean that they didn’t intend to be together for the rest of their lives.  

“But the door is always open. If you ever decide someday that you do want it,” Tommy had promised. Her brows raised, she’d looked at him with eyes that were only half joking. 

“Really? What if you end up marrying someone else?”

He’d scoffed at the mere suggestion, but must have caught the seriousness behind the teasing tone in her voice, because he’d pulled her closer, fondly kissing her nose. “Doesn’t matter. The promise still stands,”  he’d shrugged as if it were no big deal. “You decide you want me to marry you, and I’m already married, I’ll just get divorced.”

Laughing, she’d shook her head. “I don’t think you can ‘just get divorced,’ love. It would fuck your reputation.”

He shrugged again. “Would be worth it,” her laughter faded at the dead seriousness she saw in his eyes as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “I’d do anything for you.”

There was something about the way he’d said it, the complete and total certainty, that made her nearly want to cry. No one had ever loved her like this before. 

Completely. Passionately. Unconditionally. 

“There’s something else we could do. In the place of an official, legal marriage. If you’re interested,” he’d suggested, voice but a tempting purr in her ear. And when she looked at him, brow raised with intrigue, he smirked devilishly. 

And so here they were, kneeling in front of each other on the rug in the bedroom of her flat, each of them clutching a dagger in one hand, drawing it across their palms. Lucy watched the blood ooze from her cut, slightly flexing her fingers. She set the knife aside, looking from the warm, red gush to see Tommy doing the same, the dark red of his blood striking against the pale white of his skin.

He looked up, sky blue eyes glimmering in the low light of the candles they’d lit. Her eyes traced over the sharp lines of his jaw and cheeks, softened slightly by the freckles dotting his skin. Those eyes that could be as cold as ice or as warm as a sunny sky boring into her. Dark fringe falling over his forehead. When it was less styled, like it was now, he could have almost been described as a little boyish.  

The blood pooling in both of their palms dripped between their fingers. Sticky and warm.

Slowly, being careful so as to not jostle the cuts too much, they pressed their palms flush against each, then, just as slowly, interlaced their fingers.

Lucy gasped quietly at the feeling of his cut kissing hers. Their blood mixing together. Pouring into each other. Running through the other’s veins. 

If they had not already been one being simply split in two before, they certainly were now. Lucy shuddered, Tommy’s free hand going around her waist and pulling her a little closer, keeping their bleeding palms clasped tightly together. She tilted her head up, nose brushing along his neck and jaw as she did. He dipped his head to kiss her, deeply and open mouthed, the slow stroke of his tongue against hers making her moan softly against his plush lips. 

To some, the blood bond was as sacred as marriage. An unbreakable intermixing of the two bloods. The closest thing one could get to entwining their soul with another. Not only was it a symbol of the deepest possible love and trust, but also a silent promise of eternal devotion. A bond that would last as long as the scars remained present on their skin. A permanent mark tying them together for as long as they both lived. 

Of all the scars marking her flesh, faded but never truly to disappear, this was the only one she would ever truly be happy to have.     

His blood ran in her veins, now. He was a part of her. Forever.   

She’d have wanted it no other way.  

She kissed him back hard, the hand not clasped in his landing on his chest, feeling the steady rise of his breathing and the thump of his heart. Their palms squeezed impossibly tighter against each other, the blood coating them slick, smearing all across their palms, impossible to tell which belonged to whom. 

When they finally parted for air, foreheads resting against each other, they looked down together at their still clasped, bloody hands. 

It was done. 

Tommy’s arm around her waist tightened, somehow pulling her even closer to him, his lips on her forehead. Lucy closed her eyes. He was so impossibly warm, body large and strong and safe around her. She could have stayed like that forever. 

“I love you more than anything,” he said, and the words left tears brimming in her eyes. The weight of those words was not lost on her. 

“I love you too,” she said, angling her face up to his. “More than anything.” 

He smiled at her softly, head dipping to kiss her one last time before they parted, and his fingers flexed a little around hers. Their mixed blood was starting to run down both of their wrists. 

“We should get bandaged up. Before we both bleed everywhere,” he mumbled. 

“Mm,” she nuzzled at his chest. “Yeah.”

He reached for the gauze and bandages they’d set to the side in preparation. Some of the blood had congealed, half sticking their palms together, and it took a little bit of gentle fidgeting to pull them apart. Lucy hissed as Tommy poured a helping of alcohol over her cut, leaning into the kiss he brushed against her temple in apology. They cleaned and bandaged each other’s cuts with quick, practiced movements, examining their handiwork critically to ensure it was satisfactory and wouldn’t leave the other open to any complications or difficulty in healing.

Once that was done, Tommy was gathering her back up into his arms again, kissing her everywhere he would possibly reach. She giggled, overjoyed at the blatant display of affection, returning it as eagerly as she knew how. Strong arms scooping her up by the back of her thighs, he lifted her up onto his hips, standing in one fluid motion and carrying her towards the bed.  

Still kissing, they collapsed in an entanglement of limbs onto the mattress. Clothes were shed hastily, and then there was just the sounds of pleasure and utterances of love filling the room. Her fingers clenching in his hair as he kissed his way down her body, lips, tongue, and fingers working together once he’d reached his destination to make her cry out, back arching off the bed. 

And then he was over her again, wiping his mouth and looking far too pleased with himself. He grinned when she needily dragged his mouth back to hers, legs wrapping around his waist, eager. They both cried out when he sank into her in one deep thrust, the penetration serving as the second unioning of their bodies that evening. 

The bedframe creaked with the pace of their love making; thrusts steady, slow, and deep. Lucy clutched to him as tightly as she could, never wanting to let him go. Never wanting to have to spend another moment of her life without him. 

She’d given him her soul. And in exchange he’d gifted her his heart. And now, with their blood running through each other’s veins, it was as if the merging of their beings had finally completed. They were one now. No one and nothing could ever tear them apart. 

She cried out his name when his cock hit the spot inside her that made her see stars, his thumb rubbing circles into her clit. Her head tipped back against the pillows, babbling nonsense about how good he always was to her. How he always took care of her. How he knew her more deeply and intimately than anyone else ever could. 

When her walls squeezed around him, Tommy moaned her name like it was a prayer. Like it was the most precious thing in the entire world. And then his lips were at her ear, whispering over and over again how much he loved her. That she felt so good. That he promised to love her for as long as he breathed. Maybe even after that. 

She came with a sob of his name against his lips as he kissed her, felt it as he came with her at the exact same moment, filling her with a groan, hips rolling to a stop to rest inside of her as he emptied while she tightened around him like a vice. For hours, or maybe only minutes, neither of them moved, just laying there, holding each other as tight as they could. 

Later, Tommy laid reclined against the pillows, with Lucy cuddled securely in her spot on his chest. And there, in the dark and quiet of night, they traced each other’s bandaged cuts, and whispered promises of eternal love.

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[ego-meliorem-esse]

(This is rebelsandtherest on main) I adore all your art, especially of the disaster family tree. After noticing some of the facial resemblance between your Arthur and Alfred, and also Alfred and Matt, it got me wondering—most people would probably be able to tell that both Matt and Al were raised by Arthur just because of…. How they are, emotionally and mentally 😂 but does anyone point out to Alfred that he looks like his dad, or does it come as a surprise that they’re related? Likewise, do people assume Matt is his bio son, or do they look so different people have wondered about it?

Ohohohoho your question tickled me in the best way poasible! I love the theme of resemblence and biological relations with these bastards!

I guess the best way to describe weather Alfred looks like his dad or not would be by saying that many people meeting Alfred and his disaster dad tease him by saying he "picked out" all the good/attractive features od his dad. Like he undeniably looks like his dad but there is something unique on him. For instance his skin is darker but still he has Arthurs unmistakable freckles. Alfred has features that, when looked closely are uniquely his, but when you are looking at him in photographs, you could assume youre looking at a tall, well-feed, broader and tanner Arthur. They are definutely father and son looks-wise, but if you had to pick out who is more good looking, its Alfred by a long shot.

In my hc, they are biological father and son since I love the notion of nations being born like humans (to other humans or to nations it doesnt really matter, their dna is a match) and having that distinctly human nature to them while absolutely not being human. So, in that aspect they are (unfortunately for Alfred) biologically related. Whereas Matthew and Arthur are not. I also love that aspect. I love the notion that this rat man adopted a french whore child and at first had no interest, no love and no care for this boy. But, as time goes by and as Matt sheds blood, sweat and tears to fit into the mold of the "Anglo child", Arthur accepts him, be it after an unfair amount of time and effort. By the 21st century Matt is Arthurs confidante, his no. 1 emergency call, his oldest son.

Its unfair that Matt spent less time with Francis and he is still considered his son by the old world, but had to spend considerably more time under Arthurs "care" to even be considered the mans bastard.

Matt and Alfred arent twins to me. They look alike in the sense that they share a second parent, but you can definitely see the resemblence as well as differences. They are not interchangeable looks-wise, no mistaling Matt for his yank bro in this household.

[writing-for-marvel]

These are all the fics l've read in February. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff l 💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💗💧 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💧😈 Blackheart by @onceuponastory

💧 Fatal Mistake by @rookthorne

💗 A Shot Worth Taking by @/rookthorne

🔥 Tension by @bucky-barnes-diaries

💧 Don’t Wanna Leave by @foreverindreamlandd

💗 Curly Colors by @sunnylands-world

💗 When Reader Is Sick by @nyx22-blogs

🔥💗 Endorsement by @bi-disaster-yn

💗 poppies and babies’ breath by @lizzie-is-here

💧💗 Details by @soulgazingwithbucky

😈🔥 Into You by @flordeamatista

💗🔥 Forever In Your Eyes by @/flordeamatista

💧💗 It Was Always You by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

💗 a million summers by @intrepidacious

🔥💗 Teasing Temptation by @jobean12-blog

💗 Hooked on a Feeling by @/jobean12-blog

💧 Carousel of Life by @mrsmischief209

💗🔥 just let me make you feel better by @marvelouslizzie

💧💗 Until His Last Breath by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 20 Seconds by @mindingmyownbusiness

Steve Rogers

🔥💗 Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree by @buckets-and-trees

🔥 Tit for Tat by @tuiccim

💗 Only You by @/flordeamatista

💗 reinvent the wheel by @rodrikstark

😈🔥 Heat Inducing by @navybrat817

💗🔥 Jealous by @violette-hue

💗 Just Desserts by @beccaanne814

💗 Jealous by @tikus-library

💧 Giving Up by @nekoannie-chan

💗🔥 Full Moon Soul by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Sam Wilson

🔥 Sex Pollen by @late-to-the-party-81

💗🔥 Mission kind of Accomplished by @lazypeachsoul

🔥 Bad Days and Good Head by @tom-whore-dleston

🔥 Phone Sex by @flightlessangelwings

💗 to be cared for by @starryevermore

💗 Stitched by @ichorai

🔥 Roommates by @fluffyprettykitty

💧💗 you know me better than that by @fandoms-writings

💗 I’ve never seen you smile like that before by @/rodrikstark

💗 dad!sam by @/rodrikstark

Joaquin Torres

💗 Careful by @asgardwinter

💗 Night Changes by @happypopcornprincess

💗 First Date by @kyleraynermybeloved

Augustus Pugliese

💗 Power Nap by @/rodrikstark

💗 First Date by @/rodrikstark

Jentorra

💗 Trust by @/soulgazingwithbucky

Kang

💧💗 Love Don’t Come Easy by @jonathan--majors

💗 Concomitant by @inklore

Ari Levinson

💧💗 Shallow(s) by @/late-to-the-party-81

🔥 Big Boy: Study Break by @onsunnyside

😈💧💗🔥 Say My Name by @lunarbuck

🔥 Gentle Hands on my Man by @shotgunbunny

💗 The Small Town Bar by @secretswiftymarvelfan

💗 Winner Takes It All by @/secretswiftymarvelfan

Ransom Drysdale

😈🔥 A Little Help by @royalsweetteaa

��� Power Play by @justagirlinafandomworld

[rebecca-lotto]

in which i write about the corrie boys

when paired up with the extremely over-caffeinated , overworked & underpaid bunch of college students that is the corrie boys , anakin -human disaster , and senator amidala's husband + sugar baby'- skywalker looks like he has shit together. like obi-wan without the whore energy

if R2 had a credit for every time he's seen anakin force-scruff Fox, he'd haven enough cash to afford obi-wan's therapy bills.

there's a betting pool on what palpatine will do that'll cause fox to snap & kill him .

the highest odds are on 'makes a shiny cry in front of fox' and " drinks fox's venti espresso by mistake"

and anakin would finally start picking up Mando'a by hanging otu with these red menaces (affectionate)

also the corrie boys def made the star wars equivalent to death wish coffee.

although the corrie boys' version has at least twice as much caffeine compared to our world's version of it.

the corrie boys are definitely regulars at the local starbucks.

fox has most certainly spooked quite a few baristas by asking how much is it to fill a venti cup with nothing but espresso.

[bcbdrums]

unpopular head cannons?

Not sure which fandom you're asking for... I'll hit my main two right now, lol. And I don't know if they're actually unpopular or just...unique to me. So anyway...

Kim Possible

Drakken and Shego do in fact get married and want/have kids and get very domestic, post-canon. But. They remain in evil. They're just more lowkey about it.

Ron and Kim go to different colleges and break up for awhile. Ron starts seeing Yori seriously. Ultimately he realizes that yes, Kim IS the one for him, but he had to spend some time finding who he is without her to be his best self for her.

Ron also easily masters the monkey powers and they're not some big angsty problem for him. It's KP, come on. This is a lighthearted comedy cartoon.

Soul Eater

Stein is NOT some cannibalistic kinky blood-play neuro-divergent. He has some serious issues that never got addressed properly during his childhood, and so he struggles his entire life having to deal with these issues without any proper guidance. (Because burdening another child, Spirit, with that responsibility was a bad idea and sure as heck didn't work.) So he has his serious ups and downs since he has to figure everything out for himself, ultimately. But the common fandom treatments I often see of him just don't jive with what I see onscreen/on the page.

Stein didn't experiment on Spirit in the way it's implied. I think Kami convinced Spirit that worse things were going on than actually were out of jealousy, and I also think Spirit knew about the minor things that did go on. I think Spirit's comments to Blair about the experiments were drunken gross exaggerations, and he canonically does that (manga) soooooooo yeah. Lord Death simply wouldn't have kept Stein around if he was truly a threat, so the experiments couldn't have been that much. And I have plenty of ideas about just what went on...

Spirit did NOT sleep around!!! Now, hear me out. And I'll keep it brief cuz I could go ON about this! The man is a celebrity, and he is THE death scythe. He's gonna have adoring fans all over him no matter where he goes. Also, dancing with people??? Is a normal social interaction??? Since when does someone only dance with their spouse at a public gathering. The ONLY evidence we have of him "cheating" is the point of view of a five year old watching her celebrity dad interacting with people, when her mother isn't there. (Seriously...if Maka's fave memory of her mother is the divorce...where WAS the woman for her entire childhood???) And okay so moving past Maka's perspective and the fact that THE death scythe is gonna be surrounded by fans at all times (and you SoMa people y'all have the same headcanons about Soul so I know this isn't outside the realms of possibility) when we see Spirit in potentially compromising situations? What happens? His wife merely gets mentioned and he turns into a blubbering emotional disaster. You're telling me this man could have actually followed through on sleeping with another woman? In any case... His wife was simply not around, they had a loveless marriage that only occurred cuz of an illegitimate baby, and if he did seek attention elsewhere it's hard to blame him. But no, mister cries-at-the-mention-of-his-ex absolutely did not have it in him to sleep around. He's just a celeb trapped in a loveless marriage, and he's an attention whore. And yes this was me being brief.

Gonna stop there, ask again if you want more cuz boy do I have more! Thank you so much for the ask!!!

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[hurlumerlu]

miw/neo/shin for the ship ask ?

Well obviously you can guess that I love them, I haven't been subtle about it (also thank you for diving in the tag and providing me with good gifsets u.u) I love them individually - though Miw's the best and the guys are both sometimes irritating in their own way, you can't change my mind - and I love them as a trio, but I also love how they (still as a trio) interract with other characters in universe and narratively, and I love every single side of their triangle, though again : Miw & Shin have such a fun and surprisingly meaty dynamic, it's definitely my favourite out of the three.

On that subject, it is really nice to see a polyamorous triad that isn't a perfect triangle but where the non-romantic side is given (roughly) as much weight as the romantic ones. Neo isn't here when Miw and Shin meet, and something sparks without him. There's this shift, in their first bedroom scene, where Miw is bringing forth this cute and nice persona but respond to Shin's attempt at sincerity by deciding that putting her more abrasive self forward is a risk worth taking, and it's pretty pivotal ? After that Shin trusts her even when it's... pretty obvious she's lying, and she reciprocate by simply wanting to spend time with him without expecting anything from him. Like, their friendship started before The Clusterfuck, it could have blossomed on it's own, and it is important from that point on (Shin #1 Miw defender).

That being said, I also enjoy having a f/m/m polycule where the woman isn't the arrow's head. I feel like the very few stories who depict this kind of situations tend to rely on the men being bro but desiring the same woman in a weird attempt to, idk, retain some heterosexuality ? Not that it works. But here it feels like they went out of their way to avoid that, and I am here for it. Everyone gets their turn in the middle, but Neo is the clear linchpin of the throuple. Remove him and they fall appart, because of their respective insecurities. "It's time for this movie to end", say Miw, because why would she saddle the rich boy with her trashy mess ? and Shin doesn't object because why would he bother this cool girl that his crush loves more than him ? The three of them are stupidly self-sacrificial in different ways. But yeah, it's Neo's belief that when it comes to love they are allowed to have it all that keeps them together and it's just sweet.

Speaking of insecurities, I appreciate that it does actually take more than them fucking once for their relationship to be all smooth sailing, and that most of their hangs-up are pretty realistic results of, uh, living in our world. Like, Miw & Neo's poverty and their complicated relationship re: sex-work that they keep throwing in each other's face (Neo straight up calling Miw a whore, Miw arguing that Neo's a bad romantic prospect because he's poor and vulgar and uneducated) ? And you cannot convince me that Shin's conviction that he's just not as important to them as they are to him is partly from experiencing homophobia and seeing himself as the gay option vs Miw/Neo as the normal path anyone would want to take. I mean obviously gangster dad is the biggest obstacle in their path but I like that they also face internal ones. I'm often frustrated by the way polyamory is sometimes presented as the solution to love triangles (especially in fandom spaces) because imo, the neat narrative thing an OT3 does isn't that it solves the problem, but that it creates different ones. The show does it beautifully.

On a more, idk, bird-eyed view perspective ? I greatly enjoy just watching them blaze accross Thailand ruining lives without meaning to. The Mae/Phon/Ter mirrorverse doomed trio, Neo's boss, that guy Oat, the hotel manager and her family, Neo's brother, Luang I guess, even arguably Vanika... never has a polycule been such an ill-omen. Incredible Natural Disaster Energy. Three will be free and yes that is a threat.

UGH there was something else I wanted to talk about but I forgot what it was, I didn't expect this to get this long and also I'm sick and my brain isn't working super well right now. Anyway : never forget Neo fucked the step-son right after the step-mom. Or that time when Miw flirted with Neo's brother, while Neo watched them with jealousy, while Shin watched HIM with jealousy. Terrible work, team, eat some pot-brownies and then hit the showers.

[fairydust-stuff]

Yut lung & Mr Chang black lagoon crossover

Chang curses, its a frusteratng situation  a half brother is better then a zombie. Still making a whore into a proper head of the triad was not going to be easy. 

This kid was raised to be a  pawn in his brothers games not a leader. There was flashes of something. The kid had good instincts and the way he had used his own brother as a shield to hide behind was impressive. 

“ Anything on our little Lynx?” He asked 

“ He’s being held at the National mental health institute, its a front for illegal experiments on criminals”Balalikia said in his ear. 

 “That takes care of one problem at least”  Chang said. Maybe the institute would fry the kids brains to the point they wouldn’t have to deal with him. “ Still keep an eye on him” 

“ About, your pet dragon,  According to my comrades, observation, He exserts poor control over his own men” Balalikia said into his ear. 

Chang nods it made sense. 

“ Also, he lets his own gang do whatever. Apparently Wang Lung Lee soured relations with their own gang to the point where, there’s quite a bit of tension ” 

“ In other words, we got a bunch of gang brats with no respect for authority” Chang wanted to sigh. 

“ ….Sing Soo ling the gang leader is around his own age, I understand.” 

 “ From what I observed, he’s definitely a soft spot” Chang agreed.

“ I’ve already issued the orders for an eye to be kept on Sing Soo Ling” 

“ Good, something tells me he’s going to be trouble” 

“ But for who is the question….this is disaster….the boy isn’t ready to lead. We may just have to put him down and assign someone else to puppet Hau Lung” 

“ Now lets not be too hasty, the kid isn’t a complete lost cause” Chang lights his cigar. 

“ I’ve also been keeping taps on Mr Golzine and his organization. You might find this interesting though they were struggling with the Banana Fish formula. They did perfect it enough to control their subjects until the task is done. Then they kill themselves” 

“ Hau Lung Lee is still alive” 

“ Precisely my point, i’d be careful if I were you Mr Chang. We both know how dangerous wounded children can be and I suspect this one is far smarter then he lets on”  

“ I see your point, i’ll let you know of any new delopments on my end as well” Chang hangs up. 

Bui Yuen frowns “ This kid, what do you want with him?” 

“ To take him to lunch ” Chang said with a straight face….

Yut Lung sits across from him at the restaurant . Chang senses a kind of apprehension coming from him. 

“ You seem tense, if its about the Vietnmames attacking. I have men everywhere for our protection” 

“ Its not that…its just i’ve never been out…”  

True Yut Lung  being a secret is what his entire sense of safety has relied upon. 

“ Don’t worry, I had the place reserved entirely, no one else will come in today” 

“ Thank you” 

Chang chuckled, it was amusing the son of one of the most powerful families in Hong Kong with a internation reach on a global scale and he was thanking him for privacy. 

“ I’m not making fun of you, I swear” he said as the kid sulked at him. “ Order what you like” 

“ Since you know this place it would be best if you choose the meal” 

Chang gives him a knowing look “ You don’t have preferences” 

The kid flushed. 

“ Ok, i’ll get us a bit of everything” 

 The bar is so low for this kid Chang muses. His world is even smaller then the average crimininals extending from his manor and occasionally into a seedy hotel. Still there’s no point in feeling sorry for the kid. That would be hypocritical since Chang intends to mold him into a pawn to be used for his own ends. 

Yut Lung thanks him again. Once their food arrives,  Chang asks about his hobbies and after some testing to see if the question was actually innocent, he’s treated to an excited little  ramble about new flowers in the garden. Before Yut Lung, clears his throat puts on that pseudo adult mask and resumes being stiff and composed. 

  He wonders if some of the kids cuteness is natural which sickingly enough might of been the reason he’d been popular. Whores weren’t just pretty faces and talent, they had to have something that drew people in. 

Despite himself, Chang feels a slight sliver of disgust in whatever passes for his heart these days. 

“ Please continue” 

Yut Lung frowns  “ I know your angle….you don’t fool me” 

“ Aww Yut Lung don’t be so cold” 

The kid studies him, Chang notices him digging his nails in the back of his hand under the table. 

“ I’m not sleeping with you” Yut Lung said coldly. 

Chang threw back his head and laughed  “ I’ll be the first to admit,  i’m a huge piece of shit but even I’m not that much of a turd.“ 

“ So what do you want then?” 

“ The bragging rights of turning a whore into a triad head” Mr Chang said dryly. “ I could do it better then my Fair Lady” 

Yut Lung  smiles sharply “ I will find out eventually” 

“ Dessert?” 

Yut Lung shook his head “ I don’t eat sweets…he would…..” Then Yut Lung’s eyes narrow with determination  “ Actually i’d love dessert” 

“  One treat won’t do anything honestly you could stand to gain a few pounds.”  Mr Chang argued.. Something on the salty side would suit your tastes ?” 

“Approrite” Yut Lung smiled.

Mr Chang slide a folder across the table to Yut Lung. 

The boy riffled though it surprise lighting up his face. 

“ You were never going to be in the know  not in his, organization….what are you even doing for him?” 

Yut Lung’s face said it all. 

Chang was amused  “ Let me guess ….he still see’s you as that little bed warmer with no actual skills” 

“ Its fine” 

Pretty smile portraying the right amount of teeth. Practiced, rehearseda a little robo doll. He’s seething inside Chang suspects. 

“ A favor like this doesn’t come free, what do you want?” 

Chang lights his cigar. “ Lets cut the shit! I know you made some bad business deals lately. Hardly a dent in your blood fortune, but its clear you were never groomed to head the Lee family. Simply to be a bargaining chip in the middle of transactions.” 

“ Your offering to help me?” 

“ Kid, i’ll be  your god dam guardian angel. ” 

Yut Lung looked at him squarely “ And the old man?” 

“ I’d rather eat my own shit then work with that idolt” Chang said bluntly. 

“ Ah but you see him and I are friends as well” 

“ Before you turn those documents into Dino in an attempt to gain favor, i’d suggest you think about your position…..” Mr Chang suggested. 

“ Are you threatening me , now that’s not very friendly is it?” Yut Lung asked with false innocence

“ I don’t need to do anything. A stupid predator, is still a threat to its prey. He’ll smell your venerability like a shark can sniff blood in the water.” Chang informs him.  “ His kind always does its like second nature for them” 

“ Can you smell me Mr Chang?” there’s a challenge in his voice. 

“ You reek of wine, and i’m not just talking social drinking.” he takes another drag of his smoke. Its an obvious sign the kid isn’t coping well. There’s a hint of vomit there too even his perfumes cann’t hide. He’s not just hitting the champane he’s drinking until he passes out or gets sick. 

He notices the tensing of Yut Lung’s long fingers. 

 “ Relax kid, i’m not going to devour you , after all we’re… friends now” he says mockingly. 

“ A large piece of pecan pie please after all you wouldn’t want me to still have an appetite after i’m done” Yut Lung looks him dead in the sunglasses. 

Mr Chang bursts  out laughing

[wendytestabrat]

WHAT I THINK THE SOUTH PARK CHARACTER’S BIG 3 ARE IN ASTROLOGY

ok their sun signs are already confirmed in canon but here are what i think their moon and risings are. and btw in astrology your rising sign is your outer shell and how u come across to others on first impression, your sun sign is like your ego and how you think of yourself, and then your moon sign is your deep emotional core. think of it like pulling back 3 layers of an onion with the rising sign on top, then the sun, then the moon.

STAN:

stan is OBVIOUSLY a taurus rising like look at his fucking deadpanned expression 24/7. it’s also why he’s rlly rational and calm compared to the other boys and ik his libra sun makes him like that too but a lot of libras are still fun and enthusiastic people, so his taurus rising makes him a more serious & mature libra rather than a retarded ditzy one LOL. and stan def has that stable and reliable essence to him that taurean people have which is what makes him a loyal friend. stan doesn’t like change it’s why he won’t fucking dump wendy and stays friends with kyle, CLASSIC TAURUS NONSENSE. he can also pop off out of nowhere like a taurus if u piss him off LOL. i’ve already talked abt how stan is a stereotypical libra so go look at that post. and then then when u peel the onion all the way down to his moon stan is DEF a pisces moon like yeah he does come across as a more rational and level-headed person bc of the taurus and libra but i mean deep down stan is still a rlly sensitive af person and he can get depressed easily and throw a huge pity party.

KYLE:

bruh kyle is a PISCES RISING idc what anyone says. ok picking kyle’s rising sign was actually the hardest bc there were a lot i could see him as. when it came down to it, it was a toss up between pisces and virgo for me LOL. like obviously he has virgo traits bc he’s overly critical abt everyone and everything and he overly helps people too much but that’s a pisces trait too and what virgo & pisces have in common and why they’re sister signs bc they both get overly enmeshed in other people’s drama LOL. he’s a pisces rising bc on first glance kyle comes across like he’s all sweet and innocent and wants to help everyone and save the day and he’s EXTREMELY charming, hence why cartman said “kyle you are the sweet one” but then when u get to know him better that uncaring selfish detached gemini part of him comes out LOL. and ofc he has to be a cancer moon bc kyle is literally the biggest drama queen on planet earth and is a big moody bitch. he has the typical mood swings of a gemini but it’s amplified 100x bc he’s a cancer moon duh. and he’s way too overly concerned with everyone else’s problems and he has too much empathy like a typical cancer. i hate it when gemini and cancer placements come together bc it creates the nosiest bitch ever that thinks your problems are their problems. and yeah cartman is a cancer sun, but honestly cancer moons are way more intense bc the moon rules cancer and the moon is abt your emotional side so when that’s in cancer is creates a disaster LOL.

CARTMAN:

ok cartman is a LEO rising there is no doubt about it. literally every bad trait people say leos have is really what leo risings are not leo suns. they’re the biggest attention whore narcissists on the planet. leo suns are dignified and confident (like me 😏) bc the sun rules leo so we don’t need to do that attention seeking crap LOL. that’s why cartman comes across SUPER charismatic and confident. he’s a HUGE leader and loves being the center of attention. he also has a lot of that fiery energy and gets rlly aggressive and childish at times. but yeah peeling back the onion he’s a cancer sun and scorpio moon and is actually just double water. his cancer traits are his love of his home, his mom and his loyalty to his friends etc. his kindness and sensitivity (THAT THE GOD DAMN OTHER BOYS USED AGAINST HIM AND PROVOKED HIM FOR). but yeah if u dig even deeper it’s the scorpio moon that is the true reason for cartman’s vengeful behavior and how he’s so damn good at emotionally manipulating people. cancers have those traits too but he has to have scorpio bc i mean that would explain why he takes shit as far as he does and he’s very persistent & passionate in carrying out his plans. cartman can achieve anything he wants.

KENNY:

yeah kenny is an AQUARIUS RISING the dude wears a fucking parka all day long and is aloof as fuck. PEOPLE THINK HE’S WEIRD, but they also think he’s friendly and nice. and yeah he’s an aries bc kenny just doesn’t give a fuck and will risk his life and put himself into dangerous ass situations that kills him like a typical aries LOL. he lives on the edge and likes to have fun which is why him and cartman get along rlly well. and he’s also a pisces moon like stan bc bro is compassionate and sensitive af deep down. kenny is just a good af & caring friend that will sacrifice himself to help u. he’s literally everything kyle claims to be but isn’t but that’s probably why kyle is just a pisces rising while kenny is a pisces moon LOL. kyle only APPEARS to be that caring self-sacrificing martyr, kenny actually IS.

WENDY:

she’s a gemini rising period. ok wendy comes across SUPER social, smart, & charming. she can talk to anyone and become their friend in an instant but she’s also a two-faced cunt too and she changes her mind and personality in every episode LOL. but yeah when u get to her core she’s actually a sagittarius bc not only is wendy smart, but she’s rlly passionate about her beliefs and will speak her truth even if it gets her in trouble or disliked. which kind of contradicts her gemini rising where she’ll act fake so she will be liked and popular. but yeah deep down wendy is a scorpio moon just like cartman bc she’s extremely intense and you don’t wanna fuck with her. just like cartman she’s extremely persistent and strategic abt something if she wants it. wow i just realized all four of the boys AND wendy are water moons. go figure. they’re all overly emotional sensitive ass bitches.

BUTTERS:

yeah he’s DEF a cancer rising. butters comes across like he’s gonna be an overly emotional victimized turd like cartman & kyle bc he is rlly sensitive on the outside (and he def does have his crabby moments when he does snap), but when you peel back the layers of the onion butters is actually a lot more chill & mature than that. he’s rlly loyal and reliable bc of his virgo sun and always willing to lend a hand (sometimes to the point where he gets taken advantage of) and he can be a bit of a perfectionist. (mainly bc his dad is so damn strict) but yeah u peel back the layers even more to his libra moon butters isn’t rlly an overly emotional turd he’s just this aloof ass airhead that’s overly happy, optimistic, & nice.

[gildedmuse]

Hey, I thought I might start with an introduction. This is my latest rough draft of my next All Hearts chapter.

I'm posting this for two reasons:

1. To prove that I'm still alive and writing.

2. Because I actually am still alive - there were a couple of moments where that was on the rocks - and while I know I've been horrible at updating this fic it's always on my mind. I'm always thinking of it, even after weeks spent in hospital. And, okay, maybe I just posted because I need some reassurance that some single individual out there is still reading it. Maybe I just wanted to prove I wasn't dead, despite what it may seem. Maybe I'm hoping All Hearts still has a fan out there and this little start to the next chapter might make them happy.

I mean, go on and judge me for being an attention whore or whatever, but you know what!? This attention whore is still alive! (Barely)

All Hearts

Chapter IX Surgical Incision (Part I, incomplete)

The midday sun passes over Amazon Lily with a leisurely, almost inattentive and lazy amble. Perhaps without packs of clouds bustling by and the wind not pushing and shoving for the whole day to get a move on and take that warm feeling of safety with it, the days don't feel so rushed along. They have time to linger, the way the sun is now. Just hanging over them, beating down on them with its undiminished heat.

Down at The Gulf of Women, the only spot on Amazon Lily her majesty queen of the pirates (and probably a list of other titles Law quickly tuned out) would allow them to dock (Ikkaku and Beluxa had rejected further invitation, sticking with their crew) even with the sea right there, the air is still. Occasionally on a whim the smallest of breeze will barely brush at the grass beneath their feet, stirring it ever so slightly, but as if with the purpose not to disturb it in any meaningful way. Instead, it only adds to the perfectly serene atmosphere of this island in the middle of the calm belt.

The weather might have been nothing out of the ordinary for the Amazons, but it's not entirely unfamiliar to the Heart Pirates, either. They knew this eerie stillness, the harshness of the sun watching down, waiting for the show to begin. Its sunbeams danced off the placid, mirrorlike surfaces of the untroubled water, and while the weather itself may not show any sign of changing, every North Born pirate can imagine the way the air and sea must begin to churn.

There is a storm brewing out on that windless, waveless little corner of the Blues. A dark, dangerous storm unlike anything the calm belt could possibly be prepared for, and every second it waited under the tranquil scene of Amazon Lily's more clouds and destruction started to take form.

"How can that be all you have to offer me?" Law stands in the center of his crew who, having seen their fair share of Northern storms, knows when a what could be your normal everyday ice and darkness sort of affair can just as easily flip a switch and suddenly turn into a full on natural disaster. One they had no intention of seeing themselves caught inside.

Silvers Rayleigh, right hand of the Pirate King and one of the most legendary names of all the seas, also kept some space from

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"You mean to tell me." The crew glances over at their captain before sharing an anxious look among themselves. They definitely didn't want to raise the suggestion that Law get angeried with the legendary pirates, but the calmness in Law's demeanor somehow fails to reassure any of them. "That the man they call the dark king is little more than a victim of good luck?" Law's eyes flash as he looks up to meet the old man's curious gaze; the first lightning bolt that gives warning to the oncoming storm finally building up and ripping through the sky. "Not even my own crew was sure where we would end up with Mugiwara-ya bleeding out in our ship."

"You clearly knew where the boy would end up, one way or another." Law doesn't make the claim with the same sort of cocky attitude he might have used only a day or two earlier, he doesn't have the luxury of such confidence now even when it would appear he had Rayleigh pinned down with the facts. Because the old man could still refuse to answer his question, in which case it doesn' matter if Law caught him in a lie or not, it wouldn't get him any closer to finding Zoro. "It's doubtful you decided to swim to every island down the Grand Line and Calm Belt until you could find a single pirate without even being assured he would still be alive."

The old man flashes Law a bright smile, brilliance never wavering not even when it collides up against the aggressive chill that accompanies the Northerner the way a curse might wrap itself around a sword, or a first mate follows alongside their captain. With no flashes of warm gold and vivacious green always in the corner of his vision and with the natural warmth no medical text could ever completely convince the young doctor isn't just the result of growing up under took much sunshine and warm weather, Law's own aura has turned cold, acting as a shield against even Rayleigh's good nature.

It reminds him in no small way of back when he'd been a child, how the pale spots spreading across his skin had ensured people kept their distance. He'd liked that space, he hadn't wanted anyone to try and get too close. He'd become more comfortable when it was just him and death circling around, like a strange suit of armor protecting him from the consequences of his own reckless violence, from any potential future at all.

The all too familiar fit of this shroud brings along with it all sorts of memories. Memories that Law has spent years with their teeth nearly sinking into his heels, but every time he loses focus and glances back, there is the sharp and fearless smile of a kid so reckless he'd set sail across the North Blue with a rowboat, three swords, no map, and no hesitation. With Zoro-ya watching his back, Law only ever had to look forward, and now isn't the time to lose that focus.

There are other smiles forever captured in Law's memories, but if he lost focus now, Zoro would become just like them. A memory, something Law could hold onto, could swear on, but could never get back. He can't let go, not yet.

Something in Rayleigh's own smile, it makes Law's hands turn whiter than Amber lead syndrome, clenched so hard at his side. He honestly isn't surprised to find the old man so lighthearted that he could smile without shame or worry; his crew is long dead. It probably brings him some kind of joy, having that closure while Law has nothing.

"You'd be surprised," Rayleigh replies, pulling his arms over his shoulders until there is an audible pop. He doesn't stand, not at first, just plays as if he's stretching out, like he might go jump back in the sea and swim another 100 leagues just for the exercise. "How far these old bones can take a man."

Slowly, the Dark King rises to his feet. He walks closer with a confidence and ease that creates almost a physical push. Law stands unmoved, but behind him he can feel his crew stir. Do they move back, respect the man's space? Should they lean in, giving him all the attention he's due? And all this time he approaches them with a smile, a harmless facade.

And a gleam to his eyes that Law recognizes well. He suspects any pirate with his bounty would know what it's like when the enemy is sizing you up. "Of course, it helps to know where you're going."

"Oh, no! But Zoro ne- owe!" Without looking back, Law can sense the commotion as Shachi and Lummiko both desperately try to keep Eland quiet. Law just breathes. He doesn't blink, he doesn't lose his focus. He can't afford to, this is no time to stop looking forward.

"Though I suspect someone with your reputation. You always know where you're going," Rayleigh adds, and Law knows when he's being mocked. He isn't about to just stand here and let this man, no matter how infamous among the four blues, tell him- "After all, it takes vision to watch the war unfold and to sail straight into the mess."

"Zoro-ya was with that crew when Kuma sent them all away," Law argues back, as if this is some kind of a debate. What is the old man actually looking for, staring at Law like that? Hasn't he made it clear why he's here, why he had been there to save Mugiwara-ya in the first place? It's not somewhere Law would have just gone for fun! Not unless…..

If Zoro had been there, if he had still been where he belonged, with the crew, it might have been a sort of adventure, getting that close to all those big names. All those figures of legends, nightmares, tales and whispers. Law could have taken Zoro along, pulled up to watch the carnage, the excitement. The boy would have wanted to jump right on, reckless thing he is, but that would have been expected, what with all those shichibukai right there. He's far too young, he didn't have a plan for it yet, but no doubt his Zoro-ya would have wanted to let such an opportunity go to waste.

It would have taken Law with his arms around the boy's shoulders. Law leaning into the smaller boy, holding him back like a leash, his weight against Zoro helping to keep the boy in place by reminding him to remain steady. Now was the time to watch, the acting could come later. Behave yourself, Zoro-ya, that's all Law would have had to say. His breath would send those gold bars knocking against one another, chiming out, just like his whole body would be resonating, that raw energy radiating off him like -

One glance the wrong direction. One curious look towards the audience and suddenly red lenses would be flashing in the sunlight. Strings cutting through the air, and in an instance the man would have Zoro in his sights all because Law-

No. He would have never been there if he hadn't been looking for his lost first mate. There is no universe, no fate. He would have never risked it.

It's so easy to imagine them standing there on the deck of the Polar Tang, but that would have been risking everything.

Eyes forward, Trafalgar. Stay on target, on mission.

"How did you know Mugiwara-ya would be here, of all places?" Direct and to the point, almost more like Zoro than Law, but he didn't have time to indulge in some useless games.

The old man pauses, attaching at his whiskers as though he needs to actually stop and consider Law's question. "Ah, you young captains," the man mutters after a time, shaking his head. As if he weren't acting condescending enough, sitting there smiling at them, eating his meal, laughing, living his life while Law and his entire crew didn't even know if their vice captain had one left to live. "I remember the type. You make everything so much more complicated than it needs to be."

"You saw the same as I did," Rayleigh offers and this, actually, gives Law pause. Had Rayleigh been there, been at the site of the attack? Law had no memory of him, he couldn't see anything in his mind but the image of Zoro running away from him, running towards the warlord, and then…. "You saw the direction Kuma sent him, same as I did."

The direction---?

Law slided to a stop at the ledge of the cliff, staring for any sign of his first mate.

The first thing he sees is that damn childhood friend kneeling in front of one of the robotic replacements, looking even weaker than she had inside the auction house. She's wearing new marks and scars and a new acceptance, too.

It's the giant stripping off his glove that makes Law pause just a moment - his damn prurience getting the better of him at such a critical time - only he couldn't remember any of the replicas they had been fighting ever engaging in such behavior. They simply blasted the beams straight through the center of their hands, gloves and all. It could be, his mind alerted him, that this was a new kind of attack

Not that it matters. Either way, Zoro was sliding down the side of the incline and right towards the pair. Law shouted out for him, and in the chaos, it went entiely unheard.

The replica said something, Law tried to gather his own energy, he didn't pay the girl any attention. As the replica raised his hand Law saw strange bumps of the giant man's palm, some piece of knowledge fought from the back of his head but couldn't have given a fuck right then. He raised his hand as the monster did the same. They're both set right when Zoro lept from the side of the slopping hill and made his grab for the girl.

"ROOM!"

"SHAMBLES!"

That's when it happened, when in a sudden flash Zoro had disappeared. Law stood, fingers outstretched. He waited. He watched and waited.

Law only saw his vice captain, his Zoro-ya, being swiped away. Gone.

"Ah, of course," Rayleigh adds with a chuckle, and it's that simple sound that makes Law stop his desperate searching of his own thoughts. This is another game, isn't it? Another joke, easy for a man to make when he'd already let his crewmate die at the hands of the government. "You likely just followed the naval broadcasts, correct? That's how you found Luffy. As for the rest, admittedly, it does help if you understand old Kuma's strange sense of humor."

And that is it. That is when the still, serene airs of the calm belt lift and the cold winds of the north blow in. That is when the lown gives way to the storm. That's when the peace breaks.

And the Northern Winds with all their might really start to gather.

"Is this a riddle to you old man?" Law's knuckles crack, his body trembling in the stillness of the air, but some power is starting to rustle that calm. A storm is coming. "Some puzzle I'm meant to solve?"

From somewhere off the calm sea, the slightest breeze swirls around the hair and hats of the Heart cream they find themselves unconsciously moving closer, not that they were in any real danger. This is the calm belt, they couldn't be caught off guard by a storm, not here or all places.

"Zoro-ya wasn't MEANT to be taken away from me!" Or maybe they aren't, maybe the northern storms of the childhoods have only followed them here. There is definitely something familiar in the darkness and the lightning of their captain's eyes, the sudden thunder of his voice as he snaps at the old man, turning his gaze up on the ancient first mate. The dark circles beneath the Captain's eyes are even dark and deeper than normal, and it seems little whirlwinds and gusts are drawn to the grass and dirt at his feet. "He is a Heart Pirate, not one of Mugiwara-ya's little friends! He has a duty to this crew! He had a promise to keep and -"

"You seem so sure, little Midorigo-ya." Law reached for the boy, as if he might ruffle his hair, as a brother almost, but of course the bounty hunter only growls at him, using the knife in his hand almost like a sword to stop Law's hand in it's place.

"Don't call me that." Law laughed, it's not deep or loud, but it's certainly amused. It's what he's heard the Marines who had caught him referring to the boy, and he could see how it might fit. But since Law isn't some monster, he isn't a marine, he lowers his hand, let's Zoro go back to trying to stuff the entire steak down his throat all at once, using the knife more as a second fork than anything else. He almost wanted to correct the boy, tell him he was being so savage, but Law knew hunger, and he let him eat.

"You are going to be quite the handful, Midori-ya." Law already had his hands up when the knife came back. The young bounty hunter, Roronoa Zoro, glared for a good while and decided the two where different enough to allow.

"You want me on your crew," the boy goes on, only his face is so stuffed with food it comes out "Anatawatashoatanorikumnshitaide" which only made Law chuckle, and the boy stuff more in his mouth, as if Law's amusement might mean less food for him.

"To be honest," Law goes on, lazily reaching over for a dumpling. His hand is swatted away, and Law smirks at the young boy. So protective, he's not what you would expect from the East. That's good. Law liked that. "I wouldn't say yes expect our Polar Bear, he's taken a weakness."

Zoro had to swallow a mouthful so big you can see the whole lump being forced down his throat..his eyes were watering when he turned to Law, even if it was too glare at him. "Bepo deserves better than you lot, if that's how you think."

Yes, Law decided, he liked this one. "Besides," Law went on as if he hadn't heard the boy's protest. He looked out the small window of the inn where they were hiding. Up on the hill the army base was in ruin, lights were circling, alarms blaring, back up would be here soon. Luckily, Law and his crew had a way around all that. "I don't feel good leaving you here to defend yourself against such a source."

Zoro snorted. Rice came out of his nose. Law simply rolled his eyes and continued on. "You have little chance to survive here on your own. You should come with me or-"

SLAM.

It was the sound of Zoro's now empty plate on the table. The eyes that studies Law now, they were not the same eyes on the boy who had been stuffing his face only seconds earlier. They aren't the familiar cocky look of the bounty hunter that often found himself fighting beside the heart Pirates.

This was solid steel, old and used and tested. When Zoro met Law's eyes that day, Law doubted the boy understood the lifetimes in his soul. "I will take you as a captain!"

Law opens his mouth, the smirk already there. Poor boy, has he failed to notice how he follows Law around as if-

"I will take you as a captain!" Zoro repeated, and he rose from his seat and Law could feel, in the flash between them, this was no act of a child. "But that doesn't mean abandoning my calling?"

Law just smiled, his chin resting in his hand. What an interesting creature, he thought as he asked, "And what was that calling?"

"The destruction of event shichibukai!" There is such determination, such passion in the boy's voice, such belief.

Law can't help breaking down laughing.

"It's not a joke you idiot!" Zoro slammed the table with both hands, he waited until Law had brushed the tears from his eyes. "It's my goal! My calling in life!"

"You plan to go for every shichibukai?" Law asked, and he tried to hide his smile (expect he didn, though he stopped laughing). "And if a shichibukai is taken down before? Or dies? Or the government declared them illegitimate?"

The knife goes into the wood next, and Law didn't flinch but he did cock his head, watching the boy with more interest. "Then I'll go for the next one!" Zoro had promised, just as sure and just as bright. "And then next and the next after that! Until none remain! Until they are no longer allowed to use us as slave and puppets, goods and targets all on the word of some government I've never met!"

His fever burned and in his eyes Law could see the silver of his eyes reforging into something stronger; black, cursed, and undefeated. And when he turned that on Law, he didn't laugh. He didn't even smile. He met the boy's gaze head on. "I will honor you as captain," the young boy promises, no hesitation and no doubt, certainly o trickery, but Law knew that of him long before now. "I will be loyal. But the moment you step between me and this goal, I must abandon you."

"I understand," Law accepted, nodding to the boy but also turning away, not allowing his own face to be seen. "I understand the importance when one-"

"I promise you! I promise you Cora-san!" Law found himself screaming to be heard - not by others, but in his own head - above the storm that tossed the small rowboat one way and the next. He didn't know where it was going or if he would even get there alive but he didn't care. As long as it took him to where he needed to be, Law would allow the sea to beat him around as it liked. "With this gift you've given me! I will do it!"

"I will use my secret name!" The boy swore, grabbing onto the small mast and quickly finding himself tossed to the side of the boat as it splintered in half, narrowly missing crushing his small body. He stayed there, curled up on the floor of the ship. Maybe because all the sea water splashing into the ship was leaving him weak, the way Corazon use to get, maybe because the way he'd been thrown against the wall had struck the white slabs of his skin which were so susceptible to pain, and maybe just because he didn't have the street get to up, not anymore. He was so alone, and it all felt hopeless. He no longer had Corazon by his side, he hadn't even truly gotten to see more than a glimpse of his friend as he went down, but he could feel his power holding on…. Clinging to him until the moment it no longer has a body to cling to.

Law was used to be alone, there shouldn't have been a problem.

Only…. Only now he felt more alone than ever. Where was his forever companion? Where was his shadow Where was the death that always followed him? The darkness and the loneliness it brought with it.

What had Corazon done!? To be so selfish as to give Law the worst of all curses!

Hope.

He would have only done it for one purpose, Law decided, spending the night weak and barely able to hang on as the ship whipped him this way and that. There must be a reason.

"I will stop Donquixote Doflamingo!"