#there are conversations in this game that are so fucking nonsensical it leaves my head spinning

[blackberry-sage-tea]

oh no the rage is coming back

[reallyromealone]

Title: god what have we done

Chapter: prologue

Fandom: Encanto

Characters: Encanto cast, unnamed characters

Fic type: angst to romance

Pairings: Bruno x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, darker Bruno, homie is 7 feet tall, Bruno is jaded, kind of an ass, reader just wants to smooch him

Notes:

Summary: Bruno can't shake an Omega who has declared them to be the perfect match

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Bruno raised an eyebrow at the Omega infront of him "you're not here for a reading?" He asked with disbelief dripping from his voice, taking a drag from his cigarette mid sentence with barely a fuck to give the Omega who had a look of determination.

"Don't you want to see the love of your life or some shit?"

"I don't want to know my future"

"Everyone wants to know their future"

"Not me" (name) shrugged and the Alpha scoffed "bullshit, you will eventually and some way it will be my fault"

(Name) Wanted to be annoyed at the alphas attitude but he knew better seeing as people come to see their future and throw tantrums when they don't get what they want, could you blame him? "I came to bring you this" in his hands was a jar... Of ajiaco?

What game was this?

What was the Omega playing at?

Then it clicked...

Well time to nip this at the bud.

Bruno sighed and stood, a towering seven feet tall and having to lean down to look at the other "and why would a little Omega like you want to come all this way to bring me this?" (Name) Was unwavering at the glowing green eyes and slight stubble on the Alphas face "I wish to court you"

Well wasn't he forward?

An Omega asking an alpha out like this, unheard of in this backwater town-- his mom would have had an aneurysm at the concept of an Omega breaking courting traditions but she lost her mind at basically anything so Bruno didn't care much about her thoughts and opinions.

But (name) of all people asking him out like this?

Bruno knew who (name) was, a male Omega was rare, (name) being the only one in town and had countless suitors chasing after him and yet this little thing wanted to court him?

Was he trying to piss his parents off?

He almost chucked at the other but he wasn't going to entertain his delusions.

He was no fool, especially to pretty omegas like (name).

And so the words came easy off his tongue.

"No" Brunos voice cold and clear, taking another drag of his cigarette while standing back up and looking down at him as he was nothing but instead of a teary eyed Omega, he saw determination "I was expecting you to say that, I'll be back tomorrow! Save space for lunch!" And with that the omega wandered off, the Alpha scoffing before putting out his cigarette with a glare.

He felt this omega was going to be a headache.

And (name) was apparently a man of his word.

Everyday like clockwork he harassed the Alpha with delicious treats and meals, annoying him with conversation and frivolous nonsense.

"So what do you do for fun?"

"Smoke"

"I like to read and recently I have taken the hobby paper folding... I found a book about it in the shop"

"I don't care"

"You do anything today?"

"No"

"I just helped with my parents shop, my papa is planning on opening a cafe so people can read and have a nice drink and snack" Bruno didn't know why he let the other go on and on but he did, going through half a pack of cigarettes before (name) was gone for the day, always leaving food and a recent development; a paper creation that be left for him.

There was a collection building in Bruno's den.

He didn't know why he kept them but he did.

These days turned into months and before he knew it.

(Name) Was worming his way into the others life like a parasite.

It was late, (name) and Bruno sat in comfortable silence and the Alpha hadn't realized so much time passed when (name) slumped against his shoulder, sleeping contently and causing the Alpha to freeze unsure what to do.

But his alpha instincts had other plans, gently putting his head on his lap while petting his nape.

God what was he getting into...

Maybe he should see his own future...

Rip the bandaid off...

But Bruno didn't want this... Whatever it was to end, deep down be knew he was beginning to care for the Omega and begrudgingly...

He knew he wanted them to stay.

But he knew better...

He knew that (name) would come to his senses.

It was just a matter of time.

(Name) Stared up secretly while Bruno was lost in thought, not quite asleep yet but he just wanted to admire the other before he succumbed.

The Alpha was so pretty... Slightly scruffy with his curly hair up in a bun with a bit of his bangs framing his face, always wearing that green poncho that (name) had learned was quite soft... And those eyes.

Oh how he could stare at those eyes for hours.

(Name) Closed his eyes once more and cuddled into him....

He wouldn't miss this chance to be close.

And that night was the best sleep (name) and Bruno ever had.

Bruno sighed as he lit a cigarette in an alleyway while everyone celebrates Juiletas wedding, the whole village in attendance as people danced and sang. "I don't think I could convince you to a dance, could I?" (Name) Asked with a slight teasing in his voice and the Alpha glanced at him bored "when the mountains move, I'll dance with you" the Alpha blew smoke in (name)s face, the other coughing slightly with a glare "so why are you hiding from your sisters wedding" (name) leaned against the wall beside him, the Alpha towering comparatively "I have no interest in this shit"

(Name) Hummed and pulled out something wrapped in a cloth from his jacket pocket and unwrapped an Empanada and took a bite before offering some to the Alpha, standing on his toes to get it to the others lips, Bruno raising an eyebrow at this "what are you doing?" His voice bland and slightly confused "I haven't seen you eat yet!" (Name) Huffed and the Alpha rolled his eyes before taking a bite, the food was fucking delicious but he was not about to admit that. "So...?" (Name) Asked hopefully and Bruno leaned down close, lips barely brushing before speaking "I had better" a bold faced lie that Bruno would never admit, seeing the others pout made him chuckle. "So why are you in an alley way with me hm? It's not proper for an Omega to be with an alpha while unmarked"

"It's rather dangerous, Omega" Bruno continued when the other looked confused "left alone with an alpha, anything could happen" it was an attempt to scare the other off but (name) just stared at him with blown out pupils, completely calm "you won't hurt me" (name) said simply and cupped the others face when it got close enough "oh? And how could you be so sure?" Bruno huffed amused, subconsciously leaning into the others touch "because you had countless times where you could have taken advantage of me but you havent"

"Many alphas would have taken any second to take advantage of that but you turned me away at every courting attempt, you don't care about my secondary gender... It's one of the reasons I fell for you" (name) admitted before kissing Bruno's cheek "and I'm in this alleyway with you because you're the only one at this party I want to be beside"

Bruno released the other from his hold, a look of uncertainty in his eyes towards the Omega who looked at him like he hung the moon.

"(Name)? There you are~" a slightly slurred voice called from the alleyway entrance, (name) visibly freezing at the sight of his most persistent suitor while Bruno could smell the faint scent of annoyance from the Omega "oh? And you're with the town's monster? How... Unique" Bruno glared at the other with a venom (name) didn't think was possible. "So Bruno, how is life? Cause more people misfortune? See someone having a miscarriage? Curse an old woman with the death of her husband?" These were things that Bruno had seen prior, things that made the village view him even worse, blaming him for the death of an old man and a baby who didn't have a chance to take their first breath.

"(Name), sweety" the suitor said getting closer and (name) could smell the alcohol on his breath "it would be in your best interest to get away from the likes of him, nothing but tragedy follows Bruno Madrigal" reaching towards (name) to get him away from Bruno but a large hand slapped it away.

Bruno looked murderous "I suggest you go back from which you came, wouldn't want to find out you lose your hair in the future, no?"

The suitors face morphed into one of anxiety and anger but turned away none the less and the two were left alone.

"You can't even do that, can you?" Turning around (name) looked around for the alpha but Bruno was no longer standing there, just (name) and the lingering scent of Bruno.

like that, Bruno was gone.

And (name) was by himself.

(Name) Tried to visit the Alpha the following morning, the Madrigal family watching with saddened expressions when (name) was rejected each and every time "he takes time to open up, give him Patience" Peppa said softly, worried clouds forming over her head while (name) smiled sadly "I know I can be quite forward with the things that my heart desires... I just... When I look at him it's like the world rights itself..." His voice wistful and so loving, it hurt that Bruno kept pushing him away... He knew he should accept that the Alpha didn't want him but he just couldn't step back...

It felt like fate to be with him.

So (name) came by every day and sat infront of the door, chatting to the Alpha about his families book store and even reading from the book he brought and when he had to leave, there was always a basket of treats for the Alpha.... But it seemed the only ones who enjoyed them were the rats.

"At least you enjoy them" (name) whispered to a rat that crawled from the basket, carefully lifting it into his hold "do you know what he's doing up there? If so could you give him this note?" The Omega carefully tied a note to the rat, surprised when the rat seemed to understand what he was conveying before running off.

Bruno's space was destroyed, the Alpha sweating and scratching at himself. He got too close! He got to close to (name), he could have hurt him!

After visit three, Bruno read his future with (name) and...

He saw (name) crying.

Alone and crying, holding a pup... Their pup.

And on his finger was a string...

He knew (name) was his soulmate...

He knew it but he didn't want to hurt (name) the way he would if he pursued the relationship.

But could he change fate? The future was set in stone was it not?

"He came by again...?" He could hear the omegas voice faintly travel through the vast room, his voice calming to his ears but painful for his heart.

This was for the best.

It had to be.

[cebwrites]

Ello again! How would (sanji, zoro, law) react to meeting their male s/o arrogant ex? 🙏

a/n: of course, so sorry for the mix up 😭😭

reacting to their boyfriend's arrogant ex (Sanji, Zoro, Law)

masc reader, he/they law word count: 0.9k

Sanji

Sanji for all his life would never hope to even breathe so much as a bad word about women, not once had the thought ever cross his mind and he hoped it never would

Standing here and now, however, hearing this lady act so callously and insulting towards the love of his life, his light - a heat burns in his chest so unlike the passionate, loving flames he has for you

No, this one sears and pains him, it makes his stomach churn to hear your insecurities cattily being thrown in your face through the farce of 'sweet' backhanded compliments while you stood your ground, trying to keep things civil although it was clear that you wanted to put this interaction behind you as quickly as possible

It's the ever so tender "Sanji-kun?" and a little squeeze on his hand that breaks him out of his stupor, bringing Sanji to the realization that he'd been levelling a glare at this woman almost the entire time

If only looks could kill

He's quick to find the window of escape in the conversation and lead you away to some shade nearby and the tension in his shoulders finally eases when he sees you begin to relax

Sanji kisses your hands, your cheeks, apologizing for letting a situation like that drag on for as long as it did but all you do is run your thumb across his cheek and dazzle him with that gentle smile of yours, reassuring him that what mattered now was that they were both away from her and you have him here to protect you

You both lean in for a kiss, relieved and thriving in one another's company

Zoro

Out of the three, Zoro would absolutely be the first to get in this guy's face about it, putting some space between you and your ex by standing in front of you and putting on his meanest "Demon of the East Blue, Pirate King's Right Hand" mug

As a fighter and nakama, he's well aware that you can handle some shrimp on your own, but as a partner, he sensed your distress and immediately came to your aid with the intention to protect his man by any means necessary

You worry that it might get grizzly quick with how your ex taunts him and points out the flaws (both real and not) you had when he still had you - meanspirited, cruel, jabs at your character fully meant to rile him up for that satisfactory reaction of Zoro lunging at him like a wild beast for some twisted game in his head

Surprisingly, Zoro doesn't rise to the bait despite being quick to get between you and him, he does, however, lean into that man's face to tell him that he's a maggot not worth his blade if they were willing to stoop to such a place just to insult someone whose love slipped from their hands from callous neglect

Then he'd take your hand and walk away before any of it could escalate, finding a shaded bench some place to cool down and lean his head against your shoulder, mossy green hair tickling your face when you press kisses to it and thank him for defending your honor - only a slight twinge of teasing in your tone

But Zoro's too content to care, getting head scratches and kisses in the warm afternoon sun, knowing that you're alright after wordless but meaningful looks into each other's eyes, he feels a nap itching up his shoulders and my, your lap seems like a mighty fine pillow right about now

Law

Law, first and foremost, could not give less of a fuck about what some haughty loser has to say - the asshole could run his mouth until the cows came home and Law would just simply leave before he can get a second breath in because they don’t have to put up with any of this nonsense

In any normal circumstance, like if an upstart pirate was picking a fight, Law would just separate their torso from their legs and leave, maybe stick them to something stationary like a street light if they were feeling especially petty - so it really isn’t all that different here

The moment it affects you and Law sees that you’re visibly or implicitly upset, however, he’s quick to react

Had you no qualms with direct violence being used on your ex, Law wouldn't hesitant to swap his head with his ass and the both of you could laugh while watching him stumble around with a chair for a head; or maybe he'd just mes their heart out for his darling and relish in that punk's pained squirming whenever you gave it a cute little squeeze

If for what ever reason you were averse to it, though, Law would simply verbally flambe them and read filth to, well, filth, one arm around your waist and their free hand showing an accusatory index finger for the offending person to get out of your sight

With the threat neutralized and long gone, Law expects a little more affection than usual since they're in a good mood, your heart swoons, jumping at the opportunity to kiss your partner in public and show off just how much they mean to you - a secret part of you thrives on being able to proudly show others that Law was wholly yours, especially after running into a fool, in your captain's words, who'd previously taken your devotion for granted

But more importantly, Law wants their man to treat them to a bear cone from the ice cream parlor around the corner and you're more than happy to oblige

[hey-august]

When it's time to party, we will always party hard

I wrote this one-shot a while ago and held onto it as a lil reward for getting 200 followers. I know that's not the usual milestone, but omgggg it's so amazing to me!!! To everyone who enjoys reading my nonsense about this goober - thank you, ily, I appreciate you lots and lots! 🤗🥰❤️❤️❤️

Word count: ~3.3k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, not an established relationship, drinking, oral - buggy receiving, anal sex - reader receiving, protected sex, *glitter*, a bandana is not enough aftercare (but it's the thought that counts). All parties are consenting adults.

A/N: I originally imagined that the song playing in the background is Custer by Slipknot. It just seems like the kinda shit they'd put on after a while because 'lol cut cut cut me up' but the silly chop chop man will always put himself back together. I'm curious to hear what music you imagine!

Title comes from "Party Hard" by Andrew W.K.

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Pirates and drinking - already an overwhelming combination. Add loud music, rowdy jokes, lighthearted arguments, tall tales, drunk fights, a disco ball, sea shanties, and terrible dancing? Then it’s a full-blown we’re-gonna-get-fucked-up party.

Your crew was celebrating a successful treasure raid - overflowing chests led to overflowing cups. Buggy had ordered for all the alcohol to be pulled out and cracked open for tonight’s festivities, the tantalizing smells of wooden casks, sharp rum, and wine becoming a siren’s call for everyone on the ship.

This was your first time experiencing such a blowout and it quickly went to your head. The main party was contained in the mess, but the festivities quickly spread across the ship with people constantly coming and leaving. Clusters and cliques found everywhere and anywhere, like rowdy dust bunnies. Some groups gathered to sing loud choruses, others to conduct drinking challenges, one lot took over the crow’s nest to smoke, and countless others that simply enjoyed the fun.

The group that adopted you stayed in the mess, talking and chatting. Unfortunately, the concentration required to follow a conversation that could hardly be heard over the pounding music was far out of your grasp. Instead, you just pretended to listen. Nodding when it felt appropriate, chuckling when the others broke into laughter, and taking shots alongside the others. Meanwhile, you watched the crowd. It didn’t take long for someone to start a game of darts, but with throwing knives. Fun and dangerous. Someone else began collecting empty bottles to juggle. By this point, he was up to 5 bottles cascading through the air, with one balanced on his head. Delightful!

You took another shot and broke off from your group. You wanted to get a closer look at the juggler. He made it look so easy and you wanted to try. Sure, you never juggled before, but it couldn’t be that difficult. Navigating the surging crowd was a challenge that you succeeded in overcoming. The victory was short lived when you misjudged your next step. Your foot caught the corner of a chair like a ship hitting shallow coral. The momentum propelled your forwards and you grabbed onto the first thing that touched your hands. A person. A person who grabbed you back, trying to fix your incoordination. It took you a moment to realize that the hands steadying your body didn’t line up with the arms you grabbed. Shit. That was when you finally recognized the coat in your grasp.

Buggy’s hands brought you back to your feet as he turned around to survey the damage. Your face was flushed, but you were fine. The red tint was probably because of the alcohol. And embarrassment from losing your sea legs. Even worse, the humiliation made your body feel weaker, like your knees were going to give out. At least you thought that’s what it was, until the butterflies in your stomach took flight. Stupid blue butterflies with cute red noses. 

Buggy felt your grip tighten so he slipped an arm around your back, propping your unsteady form against his. Having lived most of his life above water, it took a lot for the captain’s sea legs to falter. Although, the sweet look of shame on your face did make him feel a little woozy.

“S-sorry, Captain. I didn’t see you there.” Feebly, you tried to pull away, but you couldn’t. You didn’t really want to. And Buggy didn’t want to let go yet, either.

“Damn and here I was thinking that you fell for me,” he joked. 

You didn’t think your temperature could get any hotter, but now you were hoping to melt a hole in the floor and fall away. Hopefully it wasn’t obvious how fucking flustered you were. A floating hand came by holding two shots and the expectant look on your captain’s face told you that one was for you. 

“C’mon, it’s a celebration,” Buggy encouraged, squeezing you and kicking back his shot. 

You took yours and winced as it hit your throat. It almost felt cool, soothing the torrent of thoughts raging in your body. Looking back at Buggy, you noticed a few drops trailing down the corner of his mouth. Sloppy. Adorable. Without thinking, you reached over and wiped the liquid with your thumb. Before you could pull away, the clown flicked out his tongue to lick your thumb. He apologized for wasting alcohol and winked. That fucker.

The bashful frown on your face was too much for Buggy. It was fun pressing your buttons, but this was quickly turning into a dangerous game. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip on your body to release you back into the wild of the party. He watched you sway slightly, as if your body forgot how to stand without him. His body tensed as he resisted the urge to pull you back into his embrace.

Thoughts swirled in your head, carried on the current of alcohol. If your captain was acting so forward, why couldn’t you? It is a party after all…

“Captain, would it- would it be okay if I kept thinking about you? At night?” you stumbled over the words, eager to get an answer.

Buggy cocked his head to the side. This was a surprise - albeit a welcome one. He pointed at himself questioningly and you nodded. His eyes narrowed and his grin broadened dangerously. Leaning forwards, Buggy whispered in your ear. His voice sent chills down your spine, conflicting with the heat between your legs.

“How about you do more than thinking?” 

His breath was warm and you wanted to feel it everywhere on your body. You wanted to feel him everywhere. You nodded.

Buggy grabbed your hand and strutted away, leaving you with just a hand. You followed the direction his appendage pulled, trailing behind your captain like a puppy. He guided you both to the closest empty corridor, dragging you the last few feet by summoning his hand. Spinning you around in a clumsy two-step to the muffled music that reverberated through the ship, he pressed his lips against yours and moved past a few crates stored in the dead-end hallway. Still with wobbly legs, you grabbed his coat to stay upright and held your mouth tight against your dancing partner. The taste of rum and spit coated your tongue. He tasted sweet and bitter. And a little dirty. 

Breaking the kiss, Buggy tilted your face up with a finger on your chin. He searched your eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. It wouldn’t be the first time the pirate clown misread a situation and he wasn’t in the mood to be slapped in a not-sexy way. Your crashing mouth against his was enough of an answer and he eagerly reciprocated the affection. The next break was initiated by your breathlessness and dizziness. Pulling away, you saw that Buggy wore a similar expression with stars in his eyes.

“Why don’t you show me what kinds of things you think about?” Buggy prodded in a low voice. He placed your hand on his erection and used you to pet himself.

“Fuck,” you whispered, surprised by the pirate’s large mast. Although you said that for yourself, his cock twitched in appreciation.

“Please? Show me,” he whined, grinding against you. The begging tone in his voice made your throat tight and put your stomach in knots. That was nice. You liked hearing that.

Sinking to your knees, you undid Buggy’s pants and shimmied them down enough to access the treasure you’ve only dreamt about. The tip of his fat cock glistened, coated in precum. You blew on it lightly, enjoying how it swung and bobbed. Buggy hissed in anticipation.

“D-don’t be such a tease.”

You blew again. He groaned in pleasure and frustration. Holding the base of his cock, Buggy pressed it against your lips. At the very least, this should keep you from treating him like a fucking whistle. Your eyes fluttered as it throbbed against your lips, smearing precum like chapstick. You gave in and let Buggy into your mouth, relishing the soft moan he rewarded you with.

You sucked, licked, and caressed him until your jaw ached and your chin was coated in drool. Needing a break, you dragged your tender lips down the side of his cock. Kissing the base, you worked your way down to bathe his balls with a wide lick. You just barely hear Buggy muttering sweet nothings over the faint music. He placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed your face against himself. Spurred by his encouragement, you gently sucked and kissed his balls, coating them in your spit. You like how his cock rested on your face, accidentally tapping you a few times when it twitched.

Nearby voices broke your concentration. You looked up and saw Buggy eyeing the end of the hallway. He looked back down and - fuck - you looked so good down there. Obscene and beautiful.  He blinked a few times trying to clear his mind.

“N-no one can see anything as long as they don’t come down here. Crates are in the way,” he mumbled while thoughtlessly grinding against your mouth.

The voices got louder then softer, soon they were drowned out by the ambience of the ship. Whoever it was didn’t pay any attention or pause. While it felt naughty and a bit exciting, neither of you were in the mood to play a fucked up game of hide-and-seek. Before anyone else could come by and interrupt, Buggy brought you into the storeroom at the end of the hallway. One hand led the way, opening and closing the door, while the other pulled you along, taking you to one of the barrels kept in the room.

The hand you held pulled you across the barrel, your stomach and chest pressed along the top. You let your head drop into your arms for a moment. You were breathless, excited, and overwhelmed. Afraid that you would forget to live in the moment by being too interested in what might happen next. But this moment is more than you ever fucking imagined. The taste of Buggy’s cock in your mouth, your face coated in precum and spit, and now, here you were waiting for his touch.

Muttered profanity and rummaging brought your attention to your frantic captain. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Buggy patting and checking his coat pockets with floating hands and arm stumps. One hand seemed to emerge proudly until you both noticed the glove was covered in glitter. That is definitely not what he wanted and his hand actually looked disappointed in itself. You laughed at how dramatic Buggy is, even when it’s just a fraction of himself.

The clown cast a joking sneer your way before being interrupted by his other hand. Why he’s interrupting himself, you don’t know, but it makes you laugh again. Pulling himself back together, Buggy told you to get ready. You undid your pants and pulled them down enough to grant him access. Meanwhile, Buggy took the condom and lube he pulled out and prepared himself. The crinkle of the foil packet had your heart pounding.

A slap to the ass let you know that the fun was about to begin, the sound of his bare hand on your body was sharp. A rough hand pulled your ass cheeks apart as he kneaded your doughy skin.

“Fucking amazing,” he sighed while stroking his lubed cock.

Buggy leaned in and spit. You shuddered as it trickled down. He swiped the liquid with his thumb and pressed it against your asshole. Teasing you. Applying just enough pressure to make you feel delirious. You bucked your hips, trying to get something more. More pressure, more movement, something, anything.

“Tell me what you want, use your words,” Buggy crooned, rubbing circles that went to your head, dizzying your mind. You could still hear the dull sounds of music carrying through the ship. The heavy bass made you feel like your heartbeat was echoing everywhere.

“F-fuck me! I want you in me, please!” you cried.

“Keep going. I need to know what you think about~” he said in a sing-song lilt. 

Impatience and need raged in your body, consuming all rational thought. You took a deep breath, preparing to say things that you had only planned to keep contained in your fucked up head.

“Captain, I want you to fuck me in the ass,” your voice was shakey, but you kept going, “I w-want to feel your dick stretch my ass while you fuck me stupid. I don’t want my body to forget what you feel like.”

While you couldn’t see the brief surprise flit across his face, you could hear it in his husky voice.

“Damn, I didn’t expect you to be so filthy. You fucking pervert,” Buggy said as he pulled his hand away and slapped your ass again. It stung in a delightful way.

A breath lingered in your throat at the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against you. Buggy entered, eased by the lube and spit. He could see your body soften with the sensation.

“Y-yeah, like that please,” you whined, wanting to encourage your captain.

Panting, Buggy grabbed your waist and thrusted in time with the music floating through the walls. Hitting quick and deep, as if he knew what your body craved. It wasn’t long before the wet sounds of your bodies connecting filled the room, accented with moans of pleasure.

“I-is this wh-”

“Yes! You’re d-doing so good, Captain. So much better than I imagined.”

“Of-fucking-course,” he grunted, insulted by the insinuation that your imagination could be better than the real thing. He snapped his hips into you harder, wanting to pulverize those measly thoughts and replace them with memories that would make your legs shake. The high pitched whine you released let him know that he was hitting a good spot.

“Ooooh, that feels s-good…” Your words slurred together, strung with ecstasy and alcohol. 

Buggy’s hands pawed at your hips as he continued slamming into you, the movement jostling the barrel beneath your bodies. The ferocity in his movements were numbing your mind and body to everything except his touch. Each thrust loosened all thoughts that weren’t about your captain. The constant jiggling of your body dulled everything that wasn’t extreme - that wasn’t his bruising hands or his hard cock that refused to relent to your tight ass.

You were in absolute bliss, drifting on golden waves of lust, desire, and cock. You could hardly lift your head up, choosing to rest it against the wood grain and drool.

“D-do you think about coming while I screw you? I bet you fucking do…”

Buggy’s taunting words lit a fire in your body. While you were content to be fucked senseless, it wouldn’t take long to come and you absolutely imagined it before. Countless times. Sluggishly, you wiggled your body, moving a hand between your legs. It took a moment to get comfortable, since you didn’t pull your pants down far and your unsteady hand had to navigate through that blocker. Once you were in an okay position and playing with yourself, you tilted your head to the side so Buggy could see you nod.

“M’close,” you whined.  

You didn’t have to tell him, Buggy could feel it. Your body was tight. Tense under his hands. Your ass was squeezing against him, increasing the pressure and friction you both needed. Your orgasm was at your fingertips, just waiting for the final push.

“Where d-do you want me to finish?”

“-in me, f-fucking come in me, please. Want you to come too. W-wanna feel it.”

Buggy’s body threatened to fall apart at the sound of those words. He’s pretty sure his neck split a fraction when he tilted his head back in delight. Worried that he might actually fall apart entirely, he hunched over your back and leaned into his impending orgasm. He was in a frenzy, bucking his hips against you, while also rocking your body and barrel against him. Going so deep it ached. Making your body confused, believing this is what it was created for. 

The way your sweet hole accepted him so readily each time he slid into you, but gripped him tightly when he pulled back was more intoxicating than anything else Buggy had tonight. Your yelps and cries of pleasure carried him higher, closer to the precipice until he tipped over. His weak seams threatening to break again, Buggy slumped over your back as he fucked through his orgasm.

You felt Buggy’s cock pump inside, flexing against your already strained hole. That sensation and the weight of his body collapsing on yours, which felt surprisingly intimate, were the final pieces you needed - wanted - before you came. You had imagined what it would be like to come on his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch inside you, and holy shit. Your hands and toys were a depressingly pale comparison to the real thing.

Buggy kept moving until you finished with a deep breath that gently rocked his body. Finally letting go of your hips, Buggy braced against the barrel and pushed himself upright. Reluctant to pull his softening cock from your body just yet, he ran his hands along your lower back, thumbs pressing into muscles that must be tender. A shudder coasted through your body, causing your asshole to pulse and flutter. Buggy hissed, feeling both overstimulated but craving more. He definitely didn’t have another round in him just then, so he pulled out.

You felt empty. Satisfied. Messy. But also empty. You stayed resting against the barrel, not trusting your wobbly legs or the spinning in your head. Both were probably from getting dicked down so successfully, but it could still be the alcohol. You listened to the sound of snapping rubber, which was followed by the sound of rustling fabric. 

Groaning, you pushed yourself up and turned to see what the pirate captain was looking for this time. He was unsuccessful so far. And then that damn hand emerges from the glitter pocket. But this time, it was his bare hand. Which was sticky. And now it’s sticky and covered in glitter.

“For fuck’s sake,” Buggy growled, swatting his arts-and-crafts hand away with his arm. You found that fucking hilarious and threw your head back in laughter. Although Buggy wasn’t keen on being laughed at, he did like the sound. Giving up on his quest, the clown used his other hand to tug the bandana off his head and straightened his hat afterwards. He held the square of fabric out towards you.

“Sorry, I can’t find something else. This should be enough until you get to the showers,” he explained.

This was like a dream. Better than a dream, really. You never would have thought Buggy would hand off one of his bandanas for post-sex clean up. Dirty, like a pirate, and you liked it. You accepted the gesture and gingerly cleaned yourself, clearing away just enough that you could get dressed.

Buggy waited by the door until you were ready. You walked over and before he could open the door, you stuck out your foot. Tonight had been full of surprises and cause for celebration. Even though you had already pushed your luck, maybe there was room for a little more. Trailing your fingers on Buggy’s coat, you leaned in and pressed a light kiss against the corner of his mouth.

“You know, I’ve thought about what the captain’s personal shower must be like…” you said coyly.

Buggy reached up to grab your chin before realizing it was the glitter hand. Rolling his eyes, Buggy matched your gaze instead.

“I never woulda thought you were such a greedy slut for your captain. Seems like there are a lot of thoughts in that head that I need to deal with.” He flashed you that dashing, mischievous smile that always turns you into putty.

Buggy pushed past you to exit and tilted his head, inviting you to follow. And you did, without wasting another thought.

[citrinae]

cursed are the ones who ate the fruit.

robin x reader

summary; you always had a thing for passivity. watching events come and go, not getting involved. yet this is soon to change when you slip away from a halloween party to spend some time with the woman rumoured to have bargained with the devil. 

contents; murder, ambiguous morality, college!AU, afab!reader, wc: 1.3. i support women’s rights but most importantly i support women’s wrongs. part of my spooktober nonsense. 

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“Don't trust Nico Robin,” was the first thing ever told to you as a first-year student. “Whatever you do, stay away from that witch. Nothing good ever comes from associating yourself with her.” Someone said she killed a man, wet and pathetic in his own bed. Someone else insisted she was the reason why the dean's wife ended it with him, going on about how the poor fucking guy was made to sleep in his office for a week until he’d be allowed to return to an empty apartment. 

But one rumour they all seem to agree with is that she sold her soul to the Devil. “Demon woman,” as they described her to you back then. You saw it as a really unfortunate exaggeration; they insisted it was not.

Everyday you see her—dark hair, fitted dresses, leather jackets—sitting all by herself on the marble stairs of the faculty, a portrait of modern tragedy. Most of the time it’s with a book in her hands, and not once have you felt the defiant urge to join her and strike up a conversation about whatever the title unlocks in either of you. After all, you’re pretty sure she noticed you, too, welcoming your presence with a smile each time your eyes happen to stumble upon each other. Always so small, always so sweet, the type of natural innocence making you want to pick it up and brush it like some kind of expensive china. Pushing coins into the rusty vending machine by the dining hall, you sometimes catch yourself scripting interactions in your head. “Is it true?” you’d ask her at some point, leaves creaking under your boot. “That you dealt your soul away?”

The answer never comes, for you cannot quite figure what her voice would sound like. You haven’t heard her talking to anyone before. 

Would she talk to you, were you to get closer?

Despite the number of questions clutching your stomach at the sight of this woman, so lonely and beautiful in the comfortable distance, yet so vile from up close they needed to invoke the Bible to describe the experience, you prefer to believe that you were made for the simpler things in life. So you’ve tried your best to live your college days without thinking much of Nico Robin. Attend courses and sip on cheap booze and make friends like anyone your age would be expected to do. 

It’s this thought that pushed you to this place to begin with, keeping yourself busy by focusing on the multicoloured lights and the threads of fake spider web hanging about some colleague’s rented apartment. Kitsch costumes and plastic glasses, board games and smudged eyeliner, air dense with sweat and perfume. The music is loud, and people have to raise their voices to make themselves clear for important stuff like cigarette breaks or needing to hold a fellow’s hair in the bathroom. Someone compliments your costume; by default you find something nice to say about theirs as well. By the corner of your eye you watch a couple sucking each other’s face off, flushed and lazy on a beer-stained sofa. 

A familiar voice suggests that you gather for some rounds of Spin the Bottle, and a tepid gush of bodies shoots into a circle as soon as it does. This time, you decide to simply watch the game take its course; lifting yourself onto a table, back flat against the window, intervening with a joke whenever you catch an opportunity to. For a moment you think everything should be like this: light and approachable, a recorded show you can skip and rewind to your heart’s content. 

The bottle spins, and spins, and spins. Then it stops. Laughter turns into a muffled series of sounds as you absent-mindedly watch the leaves bend and billow outside the window. 

And that’s when you see her. 

Strands of hair flutter behind the trees. There’s a canvas bag in her hands, and a leather jacket thrown over her shoulders. She looks to be in a hurry. 

Your heart squeezed inside your ribcage, you hurl yourself towards your boots and coat, breathing out an excuse as you leave the crowds. Stairs echo under your feet, your mind blank with nothing but the pressing realisation that tonight might be your only chance to get your answers. Faster you run, over puddles and through brittle trees, cold seeping into your clothes and numbing your fists. You need to see her. No, you need to hear her, maybe even understand her. Behind you the polluted glow of the town fades as you dive deeper into the woods. Something moves into a bush nearby, but adrenaline pulses into your ears a bit too loud for you to care. 

When you stop, your feet feel like they’re about to collapse. You bring your hand to your spleen. Gingerly your eyes climb up the height of Robin’s boots, dark leather stretched to the knees, and when they reach her face, you’re met with a smile different from the one you were used to seeing between classes. There’s something sly to it now, something wicked. Shame clutches your stomach as you remember the stories your colleagues told by the dumpster. “Woman’s fucking bad news.”

“You’re a bold one,” Robin’s voice snatches you out of your head. It’s soft, divine, and your heart stops for a good second as she slightly tilts her head to the side. “Coming all the way here to catch me doing something bad.”

She doesn’t sound mad; if anything there’s a tinge of amusement for you to pick out from her voice. Like she expected you to meet you here, under these circumstances. You cannot seem to take your eyes from the blood under her fingernails, still not fully dried out. 

“Are you going to kill me?” you hear yourself saying. 

Robin’s laugh is melodic, like a bell chime. It makes you feel sick. “Would you tell on me?”

You shake your head.

“Even if you did,” Robin says. “I wouldn’t lay a finger on you.”

Something melts within you as the words leave her. With the courage built by Robin’s perplexing hospitality, you point towards the bag hoisted around her shoulder. “What’s in there?”

“History,” is all she says. 

“Of what?”

“Of this town, our college. Things they don’t want you to know.”

Taking into account the gravity of the situation, you find it hard to comprehend the ease with which she’s telling you all this. Inner cheek pressed between your teeth, a new question takes form in your head: are you really a threat to her? Looking into Robin’s eyes, primed and intelligent, you’re inclined to say no.

Wind blows wrathfully through tree crowns, through Robin’s hair. There’s a numbing chill biting into your bones and for a second you’re sure you’ve seen a pair of horns sprouting from her head. 

Further suspicion lingers on the roof of your mouth. “The dean is dead.”

A second later, “I had no choice.”

“But there’s no evidence that you did.”

“There is not,” she smiles, all warmth. 

“So why are you telling me this?” you ask her, and you can hear her heels press into the ground as she moves forward. 

Robin carefully measures the uncertainty in your eyes, sweeps a cold finger below your chin to align your stares. “Didn’t you want to know me better?”

Heat cuts through your lungs; you say nothing. 

“Besides,” she continues. Freesia and violets in your nostrils; a hint of sulphur you choose to ignore. “Recently I’ve taken quite an interest in you as well.”

And even now, with all the cards laid on the table, Nico Robin continues to stay a mystery to you. Even though you’re certain there’s something evil lurking behind her shoulders, leaning into the undeniable warmth of her words, stars dashing off her eyes with the promise of building something new, something better, you cannot help but wish to keep on unravelling her like a most fascinating riddle. 

[0tivez]

Out of topic but "geto apologist" is the funniest title i've seen all day 🤣🤣 anways. May i request an hc for gojo's crush being a blunt/natural flirt but not realizing that's she's flirting? Like in her pov she's just conversating like normal?

note: haha thank you anon! i will defend my man every day and every night. sorry it took a while to post this! this turned out more story like rather than headcanons, so heads up for that

characters: gojo

warnings: none, fluff

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⁜ oh he would be confused and pissed

⁜ even after a while he'd make it into a competition without you even knowing

⁜ so he just sits in his room, confused, thinking if you like him or not

⁜ i mean, gojo is also a natural flirt, but he wouldn't expect someone else to initiate that friendly flirting stuff

⁜ he thinks you love him or something and then the next day you're flirting with nanami and shoko too

⁜ but for some reason, it just doesn't register in his mind that you're unaware of this

⁜ so he'll flirt back

⁜ you greet him one morning. gojo approaches you and initiates a conversation to work his magic

⁜ he says "good mornin' sweetheart" as he inches closer to you

⁜ you look at him, smile and say "mornin" back carelessly

⁜ gojo is DUMBFOUNDED

⁜ he starts talking about something and as you're listening, you look him up and down, smile, nod, and flutter your eyelashes just like always

⁜ and for the first time in his life, gojo panics

⁜ he stutters, his voice shakes, he losts his train of thought

⁜ you stand there confused, "is everything okay?" you ask him

⁜ gojo looks at you with embarrassingly red cheeks and reply "y-yeah, must have been the c-coffee"

⁜ you raise an eyebrow and smirk. "but you don't drink coffee"

⁜ gojo widens his eyes at your low tone of voice, impressed more than he's willing to admit. he says goodbye and leaves

⁜ oh man he's PISSED

⁜ how dare you don't look affected by his flirting techniques? ones that are enough to make ladies swoon and leave him 500 messages

⁜ surely, you must have been doing it to get his attention

⁜ "two can play a game"

⁜ suddenly he starts buying you random gifts that "reminded him of you," bringing you lunch, making sure he makes subtle physichal contact with you whenever he has the chance to, just like he does with his friends

⁜ now you're confused

⁜ cause although you're not complaining, you're surprised at this sudden change of behavior

⁜ but you admit, you like the attention a little too much

⁜ and satoru enjoys spoiling you a little too much, more than he likes spoiling others

⁜ but when you ask him one day, "why?" gojo freezes

⁜ no really, why was he doing this? is it actually to compete with you or is he actually enjoying flirting with you?

⁜ "what do you mean why?" he replies

⁜ "you started buying me stuff, calling me sweet names overnight. are we in a relationship or something?" you jokingly ask

⁜ "well you're the one that started it!" he furrows his brows

⁜ you look at him confused. "huh? what do you mean i started it?"

⁜ "you've been flirting with me this whole time! and then you go around doing the same with others, i know you're trying to make me jelaous!" gojo says, not jealous one bit

⁜ your cheeks get red as your eyes open wide. "i'm not flirting with anyone!"

⁜ now you're both yelling

⁜ "what do you mean you're not? the..." gojo starts imitating you with exaggeration, it almost looks comical. he holds his hands together and brings them to his cheek as he flutters his long eyelashes non stop. "and the good morning baby, missed me?"

⁜ "nonsense! i'm just talking normally!" you defend yourself. "and i don't sound like that" you pout

⁜ gojo stands there dumbfounded, again

⁜ "wait, you weren't actually flirting?"

⁜ "no"

⁜ "but then-"

⁜ "i'm just talking. it's how i talk. does it... actually come off as flirting?"

⁜ "i mean..." gojo hesitates if he should tell you the truth or lie and comfort you

⁜ "fuck, am i easy?"

⁜ "no! no no, i mean, i do it too, do i look easy?"

⁜ you look at him, not wanting to answer. you both know the answer lol

⁜ gojo pouts his lips. "maybe we both are"

⁜ "shut up!" you smack his arm

⁜ silence

⁜ "but i did enjoy being spoiled" you finally confess

⁜ gojo laughs. "i enjoyed spoiling you"

⁜ you two look at each other

⁜ "what happens now?" you ask

⁜ gojo lookas around. "well, we're in too deep now, aren't we? we can't just randomly stop one day, people will notice"

⁜ "are you suggesting..."

⁜ "let's just act like nothing happened. you talk -not flirt, talk, and i respond the same way"

⁜ you smile at his offer. you're not going to question why he wants to continue play-flirting is it made him too annoyed, or if it meant something more, because hell, you loved having satoru's attention

⁜ "deal. i'll talk with you- not flirt, talk, and you respond" you reach your hand out, and satoru shakes it. you two nod at each other, and go on with your day

⁜ except it's not the same, is it? how can you go on knowing satoru felt intrigued by your gestures so much? how can you erase the image of him towering over you with a small box in his hands as he calls your name with his deep voice?

⁜ and him, how can he erase the image of you looking up at you with cheeks red from embarrassment, how shocked you were when he confronted you? how you asked him what are we? and how you knew he was flirting with you this whole time, and let him go on?

⁜ how long will you last before someone actually falls in love?

i don't know why but this CHALLANGED me. i became a rusty old woman. i need to step up my game

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a croissant and a red velvet cake please!

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about Jingyi and Rishen coming home to me being in a maid outfit! Greeting them with a "hello sir" or a "welcome home master." Leading them to the table, so I can serve them a full meal, ready and waiting for their arrival!! And they would try to grab at my barely-frilled-covered ass, but I'd have to swat their hands away because "I'm just a maid!":( The raised brows and composed looks on their faces with a darkness in their eyes that has my cunny dripping with anticipation. Bringing the food out with a serving cart and positioning it in a way so I bend over and flash my bare wet pussy every time I get a dish!!:( And after I finish putting down the food they'll ask me to sit and eat with them. But ofc I have to decline because "I'm just the maid" and "I'm supposed to be serving you!" And they'll click their tongues and tsk at me saying that's nonsense! But Jingyi will coax me into his lap, positioning my pussy over his clothed erection. He'll bounce his knees, jostling me up and down in a way that has my clit rubbing deliciously against him. My tits bouncing along with his movements, threatening to spill out. All the while, they both converse and eat over my whimpers. And Rishen will ask me if I can fill his glass again, and I'll stand on shaky knees, and go fill his drink again. He'll lay a hand on the swell of my ass, rubbing it gently, cooing praises that has shivers running down my spine. He'll slide his hand down and glide a finger across my wetness. Moaning out as he pushes a finger into my fluttering walls. Pumping in and out, finding my gummy spot that has my thighs clenching and legs wobbling. I'll grip on tighter to the bottle in my hand and whine out "But I'm just a maid." So he'll pull his finger out and look me in my eyes, and lick my arousal off his fingers. "Why, of course." Is all he'll say. They'll feel themselves growing impatient with this little game I'm playing! And then I'll excuse myself to go to the kitchen and clean up a few dishes. After a while, a hand will come up from behind and grab at my throat. I'll feel the familiar rings press into my neck and a husky voice whisper into my ear.

"Be quiet baobei, we wouldn't want the other maids getting jealous now."

And he'll pull my skirt up and bounce me on his cocks with one hand wrapped around my neck and the other around my mouth. Soon Rishen will step in and complain about how Jingyi started with him!:( Then I'll be pushed between them with my thigh-covered legs hooked over Rishen's elbows. My holes are pushed to their limits, being stretched out around their girths all while orgasm after orgasm is pulled out of me!!

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 209 jìngyí & rishen ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍡 mad scientist x reader, mad doctor x reader, spider monster x reader, moth monster x reader, mantis x reader, snake monster x reader, yanderes x reader, villains x reader ꒱

“impatient as always, gege,”

rishen would huff at his husband and give him a small swat on the thigh. leaving the other to let out a chuckle and pull both his cocks out of your two holes he was ravaging. instead moving so that his second dick pushes into your ass instead. leaving your cunt open for rishen.

who, of course, eagerly stuffs you full. snapping his hips ferally to catch up with jìngyí. nails digging into your thighs and groans spilling to your shoulder when his head falls onto your shoulder.

they’d fuck you both full. you knew their stamina could last all night, bleed into the morning too if they wished for it. but you love it. love the way that they take all of their work frustration out on you.

“thought you were clever with that little stunt of yours, huh?” jìngyí grunts against your ear, reaching up to pinch your nipple and twist.

“well seems like they are, huh?” rishen starts with a pant. “a-after all - here they are. getting fucked full ‘f cock just like they - mngh - wanted.”

he accentuates his words with shallow thrusts into your poor cunt. fucking that bundle of nerves until you’re coming again.

“they got to come like a whore just the way they wanted - clever lil’slut.”

[biggestwilliamfinnfan]

Favorite in trousers song??

Alright, here we go, strap in everyone,

My favorite musical in the Marvin Trilogy is definitely In Trousers, mainly because of the music. I think it's some of Bill Finn's best work (of course, excluding Falsettos as a whole and Elegies, which I consider to be the peak of his composing career). Now, if you asked me to pick one song of his to say is my favorite, I probably couldn't do it. A lot of his music stretches out across different genres, albeit sounding very similar. All of his music is very special to me and also really fucking good.

So, I have three answers for this question (from the 1979 version), and I have my reasons why:

The Nausea Before The Game

Love Me For What I Am

The Rape Of Miss Goldberg

The Nausea Before The Game and My Chance To Survive The Night often duke it out in which one is my favorite. They're usually tied, but the reason why The Nausea is my top three is because it's just... so good. I never know how to put into words how much I love Finn's music. It has such a particular sound no one can replicate, and this song is just one of those songs that only he could write. Also, THE LYRICS. It's probably the most important song in the whole musical, therefore in my top 3.

Love Me For What I Am is the most devastating song I've ever heard, and definitely one of the most beautiful Finn songs of literally all time. All of Trina's songs in In Trousers are top tier, nothing can beat them. The transition from Nausea to Love me is just... so important to me. I could listen to this song on repeat for days (and I have before). "Love me for what I am, I am someone imperfectly me." The best lyric he's ever written. Not only is it like, so freaking good, I relate to the song heavily. It hits the audience hard and it kinda leaves you frozen in your seat. The vocals, the lyrics, the instruments, it's literally everything to me.

The Rape Of Miss Goldberg; the most insane song William Finn has ever written. Yet, it's so good. Sometimes, Set Those Sails takes this songs place as my top 3, mainly because of the title: The Rape Of Miss Goldberg, and I don't exactly bring that song up in regular conversations. But, either way, I love it. It perfectly encapsulates Finn's writing style. It jumps around from genre to genre, it's fast, the lyrics don't make sense at first, it's insanely catchy and get's stuck in your head, and it's a pretty heavy topic. All of it, I love. Do I understand the song? Not at all, but that doesn't mean I can't love it. And, it's an important song... somehow. I literally have no idea this musical is crazy and insane I love it. Like Chip Zien once said, "It's a abstract fever dream."

Honorable mentions: Marvin's Final Words from How America was Discovered and Marvin Takes a Victory Shower. They're just so fucking good, can't even put into words. So underrated.

If you don't want to read all that nonsense then the short answer is Love Me For What I Am :)

[starstruckserenity]

you're so sweet😭 so what i was thinking was a scenario where kokichi is being his usual self but he goes too far and s/o is just finally done with it. how would he react to reader leaving him for good?

ooooh~ how angsty!! now, i have never written angst without any comfort. but it does seem like such an interesting concept, so i gave it my best shot!! just a heads up, kokichi does get a little mean in this, so just a fair warning for those who might need it! thank you SO much for requesting!! i hope you have a great day!! 💞 *internal fanboying*

The day should have started out as any normal day would. You would have woken up, spruced yourself up a bit until you felt you looked --- at the very least --- decent, and waited by the door for Kokichi to bust his way through it. It was a routine, at this point, so you paid no mind to his intrusions.

But today, he hadn't even graced you with the chance to get dressed properly. It was about 5 or so in the morning, and you hadn't slept a wink due to your... situation. How could anyone be able to sleep through a literal killing game, for fucks sake? You groaned and struggled to get out of bed. Your feet dragged behind you as you wobbled your way to the bathroom sink, clutching it with both hands to support yourself.

"Hey, heyyyyy! Hellooooo!?" He yelled out as he made his way through your dorm and into the bathroom, where you had been brushing your teeth. You spat out the remnants of your toothpaste and swiveled your body around to face him. He watched as you did so, taking note of how wild your hair looked from the tossing and turning you did all night.

"Jeez, you look like shit! What, did you not get enough beauty sleep? It sure as hell looks like it." He cackled out loud, putting a finger to his lips in amusement as he watched you frown. "You look horrible. It's hilarious."

Oh. So it was one of those days.

One of the days where Kokichi would torment you for his entertainment, ratting you out for his own enjoyment. And, as of recent, these days would come along more often than not. Because of this, you couldn't lie and say that you didn't dread waking up and seeing his perfect-ly punchable face, while also collectively being bombarded with insults left and right.

It could be your the way your hair looked, the way you dressed, the way you spoke, the way you walked... Kokichi would poke fun at you for it. It seemed like Kokichi thought you were disgusting, and he was never afraid to point out that fact.

And as you walked out of your dorm room with him, he babbled on and on about nonsense. You were simply too tired to entertain his words or even listen to him. All you had in mind was making it to the dining hall so you could meet up with the others.

"Hey, asshole, are you even listening to me? I was, like, saying something suuuper important just now!" He forcefully snapped you out of your trance, waving a hand in front of your eyes. "You never listen... You're so fuckin' stupid..." You could hear him mutter under his breath as he crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

"Weeeeell, as I was saaayinggg!" He uncrossed his arms and put them behind his head as he walked. This was your cue to space out again as you pushed the dining hall doors open. Your glazed eyes trailed over the tables and people, and you spotted Shuichi reading a book, hunched over in his seat. You felt your heart skip a beat, as you actually had the possibility of having a genuine conversation. Shuichi had been someone you could trust, someone you could lean on ever since this whole... thing... had occurred. He was a friend to you. He was gentle, polite, kind-hearted...

...The exact opposite of Kokichi. And as he went away to feed himself, you jumped at the opportunity to speak to Shuichi.

As you walked over to him, he smiled curtly and gave you a little wave. "Hey, Y/n. How are you?" You grinned as he asked. You felt almost giddy that someone finally wanted to know how you were doing. You sat down in the seat closest to him, scooting forward.

"Well... I'm not doing the best right now. But I don't think any of us are..." You laid your hands down on the table.

Shuichi's smile turned a bit sour. "Ah, yeah... that's completely understandable. Do you need to talk, or anything? Um, I know it's not much, but I'm here for you..." He mumbled softly as he touched your back, attempting to reassure you.

The safety you had felt quickly cancelled out as you felt Kokichi storm behind you, quickly turning your chair around to face him with a more-than-unpleasant expression.

"...What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought you were going to follow me." Kokichi narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth as he practically spat out his words. "And why are you talking to him, of all people?" He cocked his head around slowly to glare at a frightened and confused Shuichi, who awkwardly adverted his gaze from the two of you. Kokichi looked almost disheveled as he leaned in front of you.

"Saihara. This bitch is mine." He trailed a finger slowly from your cheek to your neck. Your mind turned hazy. "No one could ever want them, apart from me." He cracked a grin. You felt your heart breaking down. "You're stuck with me. Nobody could ever treat you as well as I do."

...What? What?

You erupted up from your seat and grabbed him by the scarf. Your mind was racing and it felt like you were on fire. Your body was hot. You were so, so fucking pissed and so, SO fucking done.

"You think you're treating me "well"?! You can't be serious. I've never felt so HATED by someone in my life! I don't even know why I EVER thought it would be a good idea to love you. I...I don't know why I even wasted my time, attempting to reason with you! You're hopeless, so goddamn hopeless!" Your grip on him tightened as you shook with rage. Your eyes were blown wide as tears dripped down your cheeks and your knees felt heavy as you pressed yourself against him. It would have been a romantic gesture if you were dealing with someone, anyone else.

"And you know what? I'm done." Your voice broke released him and watched him fall to the cold ground. His expression was absolutely unreadable. You looked at Shuichi one last time, who was frozen in shock, as you stepped away from the scene. Ouma lifted his head and stared ahead as you raced out of the door.

He just let you. He watched you move away from him, he let you break apart. His heart throbbed in his chest as his nails scraped against the floor. He knew in the back of his mind he was hopeless, and he got lost in the rush of faking the words he said to you. He knew this was all his fault. It was, in the only way he could describe it, inevitable.

As Shuichi chased after you, Kokichi stayed down. And he wouldn't get back up on his feet for a long, long time.

[blackbloodteeth]

Okay so here's one of those types of murder mysteries where the characters get picked off one by one and you have to figure out who's responsible by the end. This takes place after the end of the manga (but not by too much) where the main gang is having some sort of dinner party inside the Gallows Manor (probably).

The start of the story is in the perspective of the killer (details are up to interpretation but it’s mostly just the main group getting back together here, so it's even more of a mystery why one of them is doing this), and it gives you some time to wonder who the perspective’s from while they're watching Soul specifically because his drink is actually poisoned.

They're being covert about it so they look away sometimes, but eventually he looks a little disturbed and excuses himself to the bathroom, the killer now smug and victorious that he's gonna be out of the way now.

And next the lights go out.

This is the part where things get a little hectic. I’m thinking there’s some screwy liminal space kinda nonsense happening which doesn’t help everyone splitting up, but each scene that follows is in the perspective of who’s getting targeted next.

Mind you however that these aren’t actually deaths; they’re ways of trapping each person in the form of an object. The specifics on the order are up to interpretation but it goes something like:

Death the Kid becomes a painting.

Black☆Star turns into a statue.

Liz ends up trapped in a snowglobe.

Patty finally gets to be with her stuffed animals.

Tsubaki is just a playhouse doll.

And Maka...

Okay scene switch, we now have the perspective of Soul who, as it turns out, has been hiding out in the bathroom this entire time. He never ate or drank anything as he was too anxious to, and he’s been in here managing another anxiety attack because he’s been starting to struggle with those as of late (also yeah, the lights never went off in here, that's related to the weirdness going on).

Eventually he leaves since he’s been in here long enough and he doesn’t want people to notice he’s been having issues lately, which quickly leads to him realizing something’s up when everyone’s gone and everything’s dark. Honestly probably reasonable to assume this is some kind of game he got left out of.

But wandering around with the flashlight from his phone, he finds the Death the Kid painting first, and thinks about how life-like it is while starting to get pretty creeped out by this point. He likely encounters a couple others (such as the statue of Black☆Star) before he soon manages to meet up with Maka.

He’s concerned – she’s also worried about all this – and while the conversation specifics are up in the air, Soul then offers an “Okay, I’ll switch in my scythe form just in case.” and gets slightly confused when Maka’s like nah, maybe we shouldn’t. He argues that it’ll help with her soul perception but she’s still hesitating for some reason, to which the gears are now turning in his head that something is definitely wrong here.

One thing of course leads to another, and the lights turn on as Maka is revealed to be the killer (suspenseful gasp), which turns out to actually be some demon or other that possessed her in advance to deal with her first before enacting this grand plan to take everyone’s power for itself. Soul was simply poisoned (though granted it was just something that causes total paralysis, and it would’ve come back for him later) because it possessing Maka meant Soul would’ve caused the most problems. In comedic irony, however, Soul ended up having unintentionally avoided all of this.

Soul is understandably upset and goes, “Fuck you, give my meister back!” The demon decides they’ll deal with him now by, “Oh yes,” turning him into a puppet before the room goes dark again – This time so dark that his flashlight barely cuts through it, even if it had still been on due to him having never shut it off in the confusion.

And the neat part that happens next while the demon disappears into the darkness is that Soul starts to feel strings trying to pull him up to the ceiling.

He jolts away and tries to locate the demon while fighting with the feeling continuing to happen repeatedly, until looking up he sees “Maka” all distorted from the ceiling, the strings being from their fingertips.

At this point it’s time to panic.

He does eventually get the train of thought with the strings that if he plays his piano while connected with them he could possibly reach Maka’s soul, but it would be such a “only one shot, you can’t miss” type of deal – Fuck it, it’s his meister. He’s going for it.

So he drops his phone, changes his arm into a piano keyboard, and lets the strings pick him up, waiting for the perfect timing to hit his only note while he feels himself slowly being turned to wood again (and trying not to have a panic attack, bless him).

The demon is pretty smug about him surrendering himself and giving up, which makes this plan all the more perfect as he strikes that key right as he’s fully becoming a puppet and letting him connect with Maka.

“Oh, hi.”

He’s got no time to explain though – Just grab my hand.

Their two souls perform their song together and use the demon’s strings to reach out to everyone else’s soul too, and it can’t separate them because in its hubris, Soul was too tangled up to get rid of much like a headphone cord, and so everyone is quickly freed by the power of music or whatever. The demon, however, becomes enraged, deciding to rip Soul away in all of the strings and possess him instead, so Maka gets her body back but has to watch as Soul’s soul is buried as the demon looks up at her with his face – “Sorry girlie, Soul isn’t here anymore!” – and proceeds to attack her with stringy spider scythe-legs that erupt from his back, ‘cause it’s time for the Plan B where it’ll just eat their souls normally instead.

The perspective then moves back to Soul’s soul where he’s struggling with being all tangled up in the strings, just sinking down deeper and deeper away into the darkness, and hanging there as he feels the demon wanting to fully consume him.

Going down so deep though he starts to hear a voice, a familiar one, laughing.

He looks... up? It’s the Little Oni, on the ceiling.

Soul doesn’t want to remember, but the more that little demon talks and the more he's reminded, the more lanterns get lit, until he gives in and now sees the entirety of the Black Room sitting above him – to which he drops out from the strings and right onto the floor, now wearing that old suit of his.

“Fuck.”

As far as he knows though this is just an unpleasant memory he’s been trying so hard to repress (hence part of why he’s been dealing with so much anxiety lately), but Oni says he can help his situation just like old times (“Once you’re so far down, there’s no going any lower, am I right?”), considering all the dark strings still looming in from the abyss above like the red curtains.

So dusting off that old piano – it’s still tuned – he regrettably decides there’s not really a lot else left for him to try, and sitting down he briefly notes the puppet strings leading right into the piano’s shadow.

And after a deep breath, he starts playing.

Back to the outside world, the rest of the gang reunited with Maka, everyone now wielding their respective weapons as they try to figure out how to get Soul back (the demon isn’t giving them any openings though, especially with them not wanting to really hurt Soul in the crossfire). The demon starts hearing music though, much to its confusion, which gives them just the opening they need for Black☆Star to hold back all of the legs with Tsubaki’s shadow ability and Maka to come in for a hug to reach Soul, letting Kid sever the demon out with his reaper claws in the process (something he’s using more often now that he’s grasping how to be a full-fledged Shinigami).

Which he then shoves into a jar that Black☆Star tosses to him because I find the idea of them getting back at it by trapping it in an object and watching an angry dark mass jitter around with smol rage hilarious.

Maka is just hugging Soul on the floor for a moment afterwards before it returns to his perspective, where all the strings are now gone and he shuts the piano immediately.

Looking up at the ceiling though, he has no idea how he’d get back out the same way he came in, to which Oni answers for him to “just use the door.”

Of course doing so would bring back the Black Room as it had been before, but given Soul has no real way to climb up he unfortunately has to, with him leaving a parting “Just keep the door locked.” after Oni says this will always be open to him.

Whoops, looks like he’s got Black Blood again, we’ll get ‘em next time.

Finally making it back outside though he gets to hug Maka too and everything apparently worked out in the end. He probably still has to deal with explaining the bathroom anxiety bit.

And so the story concludes for now – It’s a world where, after the ending of the series, there was one Black Blood cell still clinging to life, lying dormant inside the deepest, darkest corner of Soul’s heart. A cell that had no way to act on its own until being gifted this golden opportunity to see Soul come back, happily even.

But it’s also one where the friends he’s been growing up with are there to support him now more than ever, and, even in such strange turn of events, relearn some of their own abilities and remember the strength of the bonds still burning just as brightly as they were even if time still changes too.

Or something along those lines, anyway.

[ragequitezekielrants]

Let’s Not Turn Our Appliances into Dating Options

Alright, I’ve seen some weird stuff on the internet, but today we’re going down a rabbit hole I never wanted to crawl into: objectophilia—a.k.a., the strange obsession with being romantically involved with objects. Yeah, you heard me. I’m talking about people falling head over heels in love with their toasters, cars, and, apparently, anything with a shape and a surface. And don’t even get me started on this growing fascination with “sentient objects” in fiction. Why? Why is this a thing?

Let’s get one thing straight: objects aren’t people. They don’t have feelings, thoughts, or personalities. Your vacuum cleaner doesn’t dream of a better life, your favorite mug doesn’t get jealous when you drink from a different one, and—brace yourself—your gaming console isn’t secretly in love with you. It’s plastic, metal, and a bunch of circuits. No matter how much you want to imagine your phone as some adorable, loyal sidekick, at the end of the day, it’s just an inanimate object.

Yet, somehow, we’ve managed to reach a point where people are not only attracted to objects but are creating entire backstories for them as if they’re sentient beings. I mean, there’s a woman who married the Eiffel Tower. Yeah, the giant metal structure in Paris. I guess it’s got good… structure? Where does this end? Are we gonna start romanticizing our refrigerators? “Oh, I love the way it cools my food with such passion. It really understands my hunger on a deep, emotional level.” Please.

And then there’s this whole trend in fiction where objects become sentient, and we’re supposed to just roll with it. You’ve got talking swords, smart fridges with personalities, and don’t even get me started on AI assistants that are written like quirky side characters in a bad sitcom. I get it, it’s fun to imagine a world where your toaster can hold a conversation, but why are we encouraging this nonsense? Are we so desperate for meaningful interactions that we’re turning our household appliances into dating options? What’s next? People proposing to their Roombas because it “always cleans up after them” and “understands them like no one else”?

Look, I get it— I'm lonely as fuck too and human relationships are hard. But maybe, just maybe, the answer isn’t to start imagining that your favorite chair has feelings or that your car is in love with you. It’s one thing to anthropomorphize your belongings as a joke, but it’s another to genuinely start believing that the world of Beauty and the Beast is some kind of ideal future where every candlestick and clock is a potential soulmate.

The worst part is, this bizarre obsession is creeping into games now, too. There are whole game mechanics built around your weapons or equipment “liking” you or “being loyal” based on how you treat them. Like, great, now I not only have to manage my character’s relationships with NPCs, but I also have to worry about whether my sword feels underappreciated because I swapped it out for something better. Are we serious? I’m supposed to feel guilty about trading in a piece of gear that doesn’t actually exist? This is where we’re at now?

I’m all for escapism and imagination, but at some point, we have to draw the line. If we keep romanticizing objects and turning them into sentient beings in our heads, we’re just feeding into this weird fantasy where actual human connections become less important. You can’t date your coffee machine. And you definitely can’t get emotionally attached to a piece of metal that doesn’t have a brain.

So here’s a thought: let’s leave the objects as they are—just objects. Inanimate, unfeeling, and not candidates for romantic relationships. Trust me, your life will be better when your blender is just a blender and not your imaginary significant other.

Until next time, stop falling in love with your furniture.

– Ezekiel

[unluckyhoneybee]

could u do white (best friend trope) and 21+23 for nico hischier?? first d for visual inspo if possible. thank you!

Random prompt list.

White: best friend.

21. "You came" "I couldn't miss this *event*, it's important for you"

23. "He loves you, you know?"

D. Everyone knows you are in love.

You were buzzing with happiness. Even though you arrived late at the game, you were on time to see Nico's second goal. And as his best friend, you couldn't be happier.

When it ended, you waited for him. Soon, the loud and happy players appeared, wanting to see their families and significant others and to celebrate the win. But Nico wasn't expecting anyone. He was walking next to Jack and checking something on his phone. Hughes had to elbow him and laugh.

Nico gasped when he saw you standing there on his jersey, the C visible on your chest. Wow.

You hugged as soon as you could reach each other. You laughed and kissed his cheek when he shook you a bit in excitement.

"I'm so so proud, Nico"

"You came" He said with a smile and tucking himself on your shoulder. At the beginning of the game, during the warm-ups, he had looked at your seat and he had found it empty. He knew you were busy, you had talked about it and you had insisted you would try. He had gotten the ticket for you with the other familiars and invited people, but he didn't have many hopes.

"I couldn't miss this game, it's important for you" You said caressing his cheek. "Plus, you scored twice!"

"You saw it?"

"Only the second one, but what a goal!" You kissed his cheek and fixed his beanie. "I'm really proud, Nico. For real."

He had to fist your his jersey to keep himself from kissing you right there.

"Nico! Bring YN!" It was John, standing next to a very smiley Jack. They made Nico roll his eyes, but with his hand on your waist, he looked back at you.

"What do you say?"

"A couple of beers with the Devils? I'm in"

You found yourself next to Nico, talking and laughing with everyone else. But at some moments it was as if you two were alone. Sometimes the conversation reminded you of some inner joke or something that happened to you. You would forget about anything else. And everyone was aware of it. Some of them would look with smiles on their faces, then... then there was Jack, who was having the time of his life.

"I'm going to get another one, do you want some?"

"Please" You said giving him your best puppy eyes. He chuckled and bopped your nose before getting up and leaving for the bar.

Jack jumped to his seat.

"You don't need to give him those puppy eyes, he would do anything for you"

It made you blush deeply. "Jack..." you begged him.

"He loves you, you know?"

You looked at him and for the first time in the night you saw he wasn't playing with you. But you had no answer to that.

"You make him really happy and he is a bit stupid so..."

"Jack, stop bothering my girl"

And everyone went silence for a second before the teasing started. My girl, my girl, my girl. Nico wanted the floor to open as swallow him.

"I mean... Uh... She is my best friend... You know guys..."

Your face was burning and your eyes were in your hands.

"Sure, Nico... Here... Your seat next to your girl" Jack obviously had to add something to the teasing.

"Fuck off"

It was uncomfortable after that, but it didn't stop you to drift closer to Nico as the night went on. People got drunk, other got tired, some left to go to some club and other went home. The big table and other splayed around the bar got reduced to a smaller ground of people and many conversations.

You were hugging Nico's arm and your cheek was on his shoulder. You couldn't stop thinking about what happened. Nico's words, Jack's...

"Hey, are you tired?"

"A bit"

He smiled softly.

"Me too. Want me to drop you at home?"

"It would be nice"

So you headed out. A more than tipsy Jack took the opportunity to tease the captain a bit more, whistling and telling him to wrap it.

"Don't listen to him, he talks nonsense"

"Does he?" You asked and hugged yourself on the way to his car.

"Why do you ask that?"

You took a deep breath and bit your lip.

"Um... He said you love me"

Nico blushed deeply. Again.

"Did he say that?"

You nodded. Nico took a deep breath and stopped walking. You did too.

"He did." You faced your best friend. "Then... A second later you called me your girl so... Does he always talk nonsense?"

Nico stepped in your space, his hands on his pockets.

"Not always"

You shivered.

"I love you" You whispered and he smiled.

Nico cupped your cheeks so gently.

"I love you too"

You leaned a bit and kissed him softly. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?"

[fireemblems24]

Fire Emblem Engage 24 - End

Spoilers below the cut. These last chapters aren't as good as the rest of the game because I'm not a fan of the new character.

Alear is meeting evil!Alear. Is she seeing the past or? OMG a random time travel plot 😭 why . . .

And why is evil!Alear giving her life story to regular!Alear? The heroes and villains both act so nonsensical in this game.

Aww, Alfred got to say how badly he worried over Alear.

OMG NOOO. NOT A-FUCKING-GAIN. I'm NOT fighting the 4 wolves AGAIN. Please, no. Please, I'm begging.

Oh, thank God, Alear is sending Zephia away.

I wish Veyle would just shut up.

God, this plot has gone off the deepend though. Alear died twice and came back to life twice. There was a failed Hail Mary to try and get me to care about the Wolves. And not time travel because time travel I guess?

So I saw that Veyle and Alfred both had the blue speech bubbles over their heads and figured the other royals would, but only those two got it. Alfred got a little "official" moment over all the other royals and it makes my shipping heart happy. He's worried about the Alear of 1000 years ago. He's a sweetie.

This level only existed for the chance to talk to the other Alear. I'm not too mad about that. I actually really like Alear.

More Zephia. Why. I guess it gives Sombron someone named to talk too. I'd rather the red!Alear though.

Aww, we get to see Lumera meet Alear. Ok, I more than accept this chapter now. I still think the time travel is stupid as fuck, but I'll accept it anyways because I liked getting to see this stuff.

Bunet wants to lick the boulders to see how they taste. Something is wrong with this man.

Seadall seems low-key into Rosado, as he finds him amazingly attractive lol.

Lumera is a zombie thing, right?

I'm guessing Alear managed to act on her own will as corrupted, but Lumera can't because of who summoned them?

Man, and this game had avoided characters doing stupid shit for the sake of drama, but leave it to Veyle to fuck that up by going off on her own.

If she's on the map by herself, so help me God... she can die

Shoutout to Kagetsu, Goldmary, and especially Alfred for forming a little line and holding out against a million reinforcements. Alfred must've killed like 50 enemies this chapter while I picked off all the buddies around Lumera.

Alfred MVP. Deserved. Boy put in the work.

Lumera is such a Fire Emblem parent she out Fire Emblemed all the others and died - TWICE!

This must be so awkward for Veyle.

I think it's cool Alfred is in this scene. I think he's pushed just a bit over the other royal and does feel the closest to a "cannon" love interest for Alear - though I feel the most "cannon" is probably platonic with Veyle.

I feel proud of myself. I'm down to 0 coins and 0 silver. I used it all up nicely.

The men of Firene are prone to fatal illness - Alfred, his father, and Mauvier's father (per his Ivy support)

Alfred's A support with Veyle fucking hurts knowing what I know, talking about how he KNOWS exercise won't really make the problems go away, that it's just about giving yourself a break to avoid getting crushed by what worries you. It's such a simple conversation, except that it's coming from Alfred. Who we know is actually talking about dealing with his terminal illness and also proves that a lot of his behavior is a conscious choice. I think between this and his crit quotes actually being quite serious means he's not truly an empty-headed guy who's nice because he's just that innocent or dumb, but that's he's more self-aware than characters like this usually are and actively choosing to be friendly and kind to everyone. I think learning that is what launched him to my favorite. It's hard to dislike "human golden retriever" characters that aren't annoying, but it adds such an interesting secondary level when you know characters are purposefully and consciously choosing to act this way, and even MORE great when the characters have actually been through some shit and rather than letting the world turn them bitter are choosing to be gentle. It's also why Lucius was my favorite for so long (though, he's more uber pure rather than hyper loyal/friendly) and honestly Dimitri too since he eventually actively chooses to act as a savior king and let go of hatred. I'm just - such a sucker for characters like this.

The Emblems aren't returning, I'm betting. Yep. Man, I'm going to cry seeing all my old protagonists fading away. If that happens. Why is Alear the exception though?

Kinda cool that Sombron offered to just leave, but Alear said fuck no. We really needed another backstory. /s They should've spaced this out a bit more. I also love how he's just chatting with us about it too.

So, who's his Emblem? This guy is beyond obsessed. (Emblem of Foundations - DLC Wave 2? Who could it be? Alm, Eliwood, Seliph, Elincia, Rhea, and Azura are the key missing characters)

Feels bad. Diamant, Ivy, and Alfred got to show up at the very end of that cut scene, but not Timerra. I feel the Solm royals got shafted.

Do we not get the Emblem rings in the final fight? That would suck. That also seemed anticlimatic as a parting. It is cool that, once again, Alfred got the dialogue to represent the royals.

Seeing all the lords get summoned again did things to me. Not gonna lie. I've loved some of these characters for over half my lifetime and seeing them all just lined up like that. 😭

Alear ended up being a lot cooler than I expected.

Ok, I figured Sombron would do something after taking him down at first because that was too easy.

Luna + Critical is one hell of a drug. Alcryst was going to do a measly 3 damage to Sombron but did 51 instead.

Alfred engaged with Alear did the final hit. Seemed thematic. All the favoritism I poured into him returned ten-fold. I know he's not the best unit in the game, but he was the best unit for my playthrough at least. Maybe the RNG was kind to me too.

It wouldn't be a final Engage chapter if we didn't have something taking forever to die.

I don't want to see all the previous protagonists fade away 😭

Ah, fuck, they're doing it one at a time. Why. 😭😭

Alfred got MVP the most. Followed by Chloe. Alear, Katstsu, and Alcryst also got MVP a good number of times. Though, if I stuck Lyn on Alcryst earlier, he probably would've gotten it way more.

Alright, guys, I finished it!

I'm a bit bummed they didn't list the characters in order of least to most used. It's always fun figuring out who's #1, but oh well.

I also REALLY miss paired endings. The solo endings were fine, but still bummed about that. Cool that Sedall and Yunaka are basically cannon though, with their endings matching and being in the same image. It's also going to be impossible for me to "marry" anyone BUT Alfred because of this. His paired ending is a thousand times better, but I also ship Alear and Alfred pretty hard.

I loved all the art at the end too. Alfred planting flowers was too precious. Hortensia visiting her father's grave, the only sad one, only for the next image for Rosado and Goldmary joining her made me so happy. They were all pretty good and seemed to take the character's personality into account.

So my favorites were: Alfred, Ivy, Alcryst, Celine, Chloe, and Alear. Though, there's a lot of characters I didn't see a lot of supports for and didn't use. Fogado seems like so much fun, that I'll have to use him next time, for example.

The only one I didn't really like was Veyle, but I hate her brand of moe and brainwashing so . . . Louis is also low-key creepy, but IDK if that'll stay if I see more of his supports or not.

I will get the DLC, but not sure when. This game is a lot of fun to play, so I definitely want the extra content.

Overall, the plot is basic and stumbles when it tries to be more complex, the characters are mostly good, and the gameplay is fantastic. I really enjoyed it. Only time will tell where it'll fall.

[ccfever]

do you find some of the commentary around CC's first pro games to be kind of condescending? People keep saying she's making a lot of mistakes but she's gonna be "fine". I feel that within the context of her team, coach and attention she's recieving from defenders, she's performed exceptionally well. But I guess it's taboo to mention those things when asessing her performance?

i feel like those people either don’t watch the games or don’t see the same things we do, which is fine. i think the “she’s gonna be fine” crowd is mostly speaking up against the people who are calling her a straight-up bust. they mean well and i agree with them. the discourse has turned out like this mostly because of the people expecting cc to drop 30 ppg like she did in college in her rookie year. now people are looking for 30 ppg and not finding it, so the response for some is “she’ll be fine”, she’ll make mistakes, give her some time, etc.

i do agree that the focus of the conversation shouldn’t be what it has been for the past week. they’ve been talking about:

players should stop the hard fouls against caitlin

players shouldn’t be physical with caitlin

everyone should treat her differently because of a variety of reasons that has nothing to do with basketball

she should put on weight to match the physicality of the league

of course there’s the “WELCOME TO PROFESSIONAL BASKETBALL HAHAHA” crowd but i think they’re kinda silly and they’re feeling vindicated so i’ll just leave them be

to me the discourse should be:

a fucking rookie is getting double teamed at half court

cc has been playing some good defense lately 👀 compared to her college years

her numbers have gone back down to earth but show me a rookie that had 22 pts, 6 rebs, and 8 asts yesterday

yes she should put on weight but that comes with time + offseason. athletes can’t just change their body.. even during the offseason because that can mess with how they play the game... especially gaining weight/muscle, it changes the way you move plus a bunch of other stuff idk the specifics of bc i’m not a sports medicine person. so yeah she’s just gonna have to maintain what she has right now and so far it’s not like she’s getting absolutely bodied (yes the stewie clip exists why don’t you try running head first to a large stationary body like that, it was hilarious though)

she’s literally the fever’s best player right now so i don’t know what more you want from her

aliyah boston is in a bit of a slump, hopefully she figures things out. idk if it has anything to do with the weight/muscle she put in but she seems slow. can’t grab a rebound. her shot is still there though so i’m confident she’ll figure it out

all the other nonsense about treating cc differently is stupid and they dk what they’re talking about. sure defenders have been physical but if you watch, you’ll see caitlin has been physical right back. plus all those ticky tack fouls will diminish over time.

i don’t think people haven’t been mentioning the defensive coverage, coaching, and lackluster play from her teammates. at least from my fishbowl i’ve seen it mentioned tons of times. there is a crowd though, that hates caitlin no matter what she does and is just waiting for her to fail. i understand why, the discourse surrounding her has been nothing short of insane. but she did not fuel any of that herself. she’s been nothing but respectful. but i understand where they’re coming from.

scrutiny comes with greatness there’s nothing we can do about that.

to answer your question though (because did i just go on a long tangent about nothing??? idk but i just wanted to explain where i’m coming from lmao) i don’t think people are being condescending. but i think everyone’s being ridiculous for other reasons. everyone is just dumb i’m so sorry but this is why i mind my own business everyone just ends up pissing me off 😭

edit: also some of those TOs really are rookie mistakes she tries to pass through very small passing lanes that just won’t cut it in the pros. but only like. two. an overwhelming majority of her passes are already in her teammates’ hands and they can’t fucking hold on to the ball 😭

[andrewkhurst]

MARTHA MORPHS INTO MR. MOTIVATOR.

Before Martha was born, my wife and I made a conscious decision to keep her free from phone and tablet screens for as long as we could, pledging to keep our offspring engaged with us rather than zoned out on Peppa Pig in her pram. I think pre-birth Martha had overheard our conversation, and staged an in utero sit in protest, eventually coming out sixteen days after her due date, only after I had spent fourteen of those days skim reading the FBI hostage negotiation handbook before I spoke directly to mummy's tummy using a bullhorn and assured pre-Martha that she would still be able to watch TV, a good while before she knew what a TV was. Unfortunately, Mr. Tumble and Iggle bloody Piggle were both still viewable on a TV screen, so we didn't get to skip them through toddlerhood. He was always so weird and otherworldly looking, with that funny shaped head and nonsensical speech. Iggle Piggle was a bit strange too.

Once Martha had cast off her selection of wooden rainbows and the like, we purchased a Kindle tablet for the long car journeys to Butlin's, and filled its meagre megabytes of memory with an assortment of animation in order to avoid the "are we THERRRRRRRRRRRE yet?" game. Apart from the Butlin's road trips, Martha just left the Kindle in a drawer and happily made fully functioning medical kits and prototype nuclear weapons from an assortment of cardboard, pipe cleaners, tissue paper and string. At age five, she suddenly began asking for her iPad. I explained the not so subtle differences between iPads and Kindles (i.e. one is expensive and pretty awesome, and the other is the Kindle), but this was lost on her. The generic name for a tablet in Martha's World is officially 'iPad'. It's her more technologically advanced equivalent of my 'Sellotape' or 'Hoover'. She uses the tablet to video call grandparents far too often, and to leave voice messages if the grandparents don't feel like partaking in their 57th video call of the day, as Martha fails to get ready for school at 7:43am. Along with video chats, she became briefly engrossed in Hello Kitty’s nail salon game, which was just like the real world, but without that nose tingling acetone stench. You could upgrade to get the acetone smell feature, but I didn’t think it was worth the extra £3.99 per month.

One day after school, Martha came home, threw her coat on the floor at the door, kicked her shoes into next week, and sat on the Persian rug. She crossed her legs in a perfect Lotus position, made circles by joining her thumbs to her forefingers on both hands and exhaled a ‘namaaaaaaasteeeeeeeehhhh’ so soothing that I had to check behind the sofa to make sure we hadn’t got lost on the way home and ended up in a Yoga studio. We hadn’t. All I found behind the sofa were a thousand germ-riddled street feathers. I asked where THIS had come from, and Martha told me that they did yoga at school. She grabbed the TV remote (as this was the only piece of technology that she had used since early on, she navigates round it like a pro), and she opened up YouTube. Within seconds, we were lost in a world of Backstreet Boys videos and 'classic AJ'. Several hours later, Martha introduced me to the world of Cosmic Kids Yoga channel. It features a woman named Jaime, who somehow piggybacks the popularity of Spiderman, Minions, Encanto, Star Wars and many, many more in order to magically trick hyperactive school kids into chilling the fuck out and working through an interactive story that she tells via the medium of a million yoga poses. She signs off with a ‘nnamaaaaaaateeeeeeehhhh’. Of course she does. Jaime and her Cosmic Kids have 1.6 MILLION subscribers. I’m guessing that 1.599 million of those are knackered schoolteachers who just want to have a break from wrestling sharpened spoons from tiny ruffians for up to 31 minutes. I was introduced to Cosmic Kids through Jaime’s loose ‘interpretation’ of the Disney megafranchise 'Frozen’. Jaime turned it into some kind of Frozen/Yoga hybrid, a Fro-Yo, if you will. Or a half hour state of Fro-Zen.

Last Sunday, mum was in the kitchen when she heard Martha talking. Assuming it was some kind of cross-generational video chat, she popped her head into the living room. Martha was watching a Cosmic Kids yoga workout video on her ‘iPad’. Only she WASN’T. Martha had propped her ‘iPad’ up and set it to record video in selfie mode. She then recorded a sixteen-minute video of herself as a breathy yoga instructor taking her audience through many moves, ranging from the classic entry-level ‘standing up’ to the trickier ‘balancing on one leg’. She offered encouragement to her audience throughout, and didn’t once feel the need to pretend to be a fast hedgehog or a boy who had been bitten by a radioactive bastard spider to hook in her viewers. MetaMartha was balancing on one leg in the middle of the Persian rug, paying careful attention to Martha Motivator on the screen. At one point in the class, Yoga Instructor Martha told Martha the actual real world child to balance on one leg, and then told her she was going to try to blow her over. On screen Martha blew at the camera, and real-World Martha wobbled and chuckled.

Yoga Instructor Martha is now a mere 1.599,998 subscribers behind Jaime and her Cosmic Kids. She has accrued two very proud subscribers, who are both absolutely petrified that the after school transformation of Martha into aggressive Victorian schoolteacher (you’ll hear about her soon) to dippy hippy yoga instructor is imminent. I have my excuse planned already: “Sorry love, I can’t have you shout at me to stand on one leg for sixteen minutes, I have to make the namasss –tea”.

[nathanierblog]

Your tone is not productive to having a level headed conversation. So I'll be ending the conversation after this reblog. (Which I will do on my main because I don't want to clutter my art blog with nonsense.)

We're clearly not getting anywhere and will have a difference of opinion. That's okay. You can believe what you want about my OC art. And I can know the ACTUAL truth about it because....its MY OC ART.

You're chasing clout or conflict, and me reacting just spurs it on.

I'll be blocking the lot of you after this.

I've also edited this post to make it shorter. You don't care about info. So I never should've even bothered replying to this. I'm a fool for succumbing to such a dumb impulse.

I'll be leaving all this here (just edited to be shorter) to show how disrespectful people like you guys can be to artists who just want to share what they create or is important to them.

I'm gonna summarize the issue:

"Nat! Your old OC looks like my Favorite Video Game Character's AU design! You stole it and you can't change my mind!" Okay? I didn't but you won't hear me out. Get off of my page and don't look at my OC then?

It ABSOLUTELY wasn't just a dumb weeaboo child making an OC just like his own favorite characters and series. It was a random stranger kid who instead, 17 years ago copied that YOU like and won't admit to it! HA! Gottem!

You're projecting WAY too hardcore.

But I'll still debunk all of your "art theft" bullshit because frankly, that's rude.

Well known mangaka Gosho Aoyama did not create a weeby fox. I PROMISE you.

Google "Detective Conan Cel" There's the source image. We're done here.

It's not from arttail. I doubt they hosted images of animation cel collections or sales. It's a photo our scan of a cel with no background, not even a screenshot from the series.

Arttail looks to have hosted a variety of images, especially sonic stuff. I doubt cels were listed, or any of my old art is up there but if it was, I'd LOVE to have .pngs of my lost digital art.

They have a twitter if you want to ask the actual original site owner about it anything you've tried to say was sourced from their old website: https://twitter.com/Artie_P

Pick a Time period!:

Basic math: 2023 - 17 years = 2006. Overalls? 2009+

You're not here to discuss design development though.

You're here because you've convinced yourselves I'm some kind of art/design thief.

Are you saying Mika Kawamura drew THIS in any way shape or form? Child me would be honored. But no. I, a fucking idiot middle-highschooler drew it.

The line quality is nonexistant, made by the pen tool in Adobe Photosop CS3 extended (not Illustrator). I IMITATED Mika Kawamura. I just wasn't good enough to imitate her art particularly well. It's a raster image by the way. Look at the mediocre coloring in the eyes and hair. It screams basic Photoshop Soft Brush and coloring with the color dodge/burn tools.

I actually digitized a pencil drawing I drew myself. which I could go hunting for but.

You dont respect me as an artist enough to let me share it. You want me to be an art-thief. I can't change your mind. Why bother?

So If you found the "sources" of the above images that I drew

Please link me the exact webarchive posts from teamArtail where it was apparently posted it. Why would a sonic or anime fansite have my shitty oc art on it? If they have the .png or even a crunchy as hell .JPEG saved of my old art I'd GENUINELY love to have it backed up with my other old art though, legitimately. It'd have my old ugly dA watermark but still.

Reverse image searching results

It's just overalls.

What comes up? My accounts. I'm the one who drew it.

Would you like to see the working file? Rough sketch, layers, fx, adjustments and all?

I went ahead and shared ALL of his inspirations but you're stuck on the fuckin overalls & bandaids & now youre trying to use sources of inspiration as some kind of "gotcha!" jab to imply I am an art thief.

You're moving the goal post. This post is a dumpster fire.

But you're not willing to have a discussion other than "I THINK UR STEALING!!11!" as if this is DeviantArt art-theft drama callout journals in the year 2008.

First I copied Puyo Puyo. Then I stole the character design from...Gosho Aoyama? And that Mika Kawamura, a shoujo mangaka... drew and colored THAT amateur piece?

Nah.

How dare someone unintentionally come up with the same boring simple idea of "fox kid wearing generic kid clothes to indicate that it is in fact, a kid" as your beloved Sonic Team.

So many kids made orphan fox OCs after watching Naruto. It's not particularly original in the first place. Confidences happen. It's a basic character idea with basic common design elements.

My very fist OC I made when I was smol. The ABSOLUTE GRIP Shoujou Manga art styles had on me with this SPECIFIC OC when I was a child was INTENSE. He was just a lil cinnamon roll.