#these poses are insanely sweet somehow

[solxamber]

hello!, I was wondering if I can request twisted wonderland with male reader with a fierce wild cat personality? Any characters are fine but preferably the dormleaders, thank you! :)

thank you for the request <3 and i interpreted it as a wild cat beastman reader, and if that's not what you meant, you can resend the request and i'll write that! and i got carried away and did all the characters but the dormleaders' parts are a little longer

Characters: All NRC + Staff(completely platonic) + Grim(completely platonic) + Rollo, Neige and Chen'ya as a little treat

Riddle Rosehearts: The Stressed but Sweet Caretaker

Riddle was trying his best to remain composed, really. But watching you—a wild, fierce, untamable beastman—dangle upside down from a tree branch while growling at a confused pair of first-years was not helping his stress levels.

“Get down this instant!” he barked, glaring up at you. “That behavior is absolutely—”

But you just smirked down at him, tail flicking lazily as you refused to budge. “Make me,” you teased, stretching out leisurely across the branch, fully aware of how much you were winding him up.

Riddle’s eye twitched. “I will write you up for insubordination! Or worse, I’ll—”

You jumped down right in front of him, landing with perfect, feline grace, and leaned in close, a wild grin on your face. “You’ll what? Punish me?” you purred.

For a brief moment, Riddle’s composure cracked, his cheeks going bright red. He stammered, flustered, and finally looked away, exhaling sharply. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

And though you teased him relentlessly, you eventually backed off, surprising him with an affectionate headbutt that left him speechless. You had a knack for driving him to the brink of insanity—and then doing something sweet that made him almost enjoy it.

Trey Clover: The Beast Tamer

Trey’s patient, steady demeanor makes it impossible to ruffle him, no matter how feral you act. You once threw a fit in the kitchen, upset that someone had left out a bunch of vegetables instead of the meat-heavy snacks you craved.

Trey calmly handed you a whisk, nudging you toward a bowl of dough. “You know,” he said, smiling like a saint, “kneading dough is a great way to get rid of all that extra energy.”

You blinked, glaring at the flour-coated mess, but before you knew it, your hands were working the dough, tension easing. Trey just chuckled, somehow always knowing how to soothe your wild side.

Cater Diamond: Magicam’s Feral Star

Cater’s camera is practically glued to his hand whenever you’re around. “Omg, this is gold!” he chirps as he snaps shots of you mid-growl or pounce.

He even convinced you to strike some fierce, dramatic poses just for his Magicam account. “Okay, now show me that ‘wild beast who’s secretly a softie’ look,” Cater teases with a wink.

You snarl, lunging at him to swipe the camera from his hands, but he just laughs and dodges. “Wow, so wild!” You grumble but secretly enjoy the attention.

Ace Trappola: Professional Button-Pusher

Ace never misses an opportunity to tease you. He’ll poke at your cat ears or flick your tail when he thinks you’re not paying attention. “Careful, or I’ll have pictures of you chasing your own tail like a housecat,” he reminds you, grinning.

One day, after an especially exasperating comment, you lunge at him, claws out—but instead of fleeing, Ace bolts behind Deuce, who yelps in panic. “Hey, he’s your problem too!” Ace cackles, leaving you growling while Deuce looks panicked. “Ace! Quit using me as a shield!”

Deuce Spade: Honor-Bound Sparring Partner

Deuce tries to treat you with the utmost respect, but sometimes your wild side catches him off guard. The first time you wrestled him to the ground as a playful challenge, he froze. “I-Is this a duel?” he asked, wide-eyed, his honor-bound sense of duty kicking in. “Uh, no. It’s just a cat thing,” you explained, blinking down at him. But instead of calming him down, he took it way too seriously, swearing he’d learn to be strong enough to one day match your strength. Now, every time he challenges you to a spar, you just sigh and pat him on the head.

Leona Kingscholar: The Sleepy, Grumpy Mentor

Leona had never expected to find a wildcat who could match his laziness and his stubbornness. Yet, here you were, lounging next to him in the botanical gardens, basking in the sun.

“Yer blockin’ my light,” he grumbled half-heartedly, pushing you away with a lazy hand as you sprawled out over him.

You didn’t move an inch, only let out a low growl of satisfaction, “Find your own spot, ‘King.’ This one’s mine now.”

Leona snorted, amused despite himself. He didn’t care much for company, but you were an exception—mostly because you never tried to impress him or suck up. You just existed beside him, like another lazy lion in the pride.

Occasionally, though, you’d get a burst of energy—pouncing on him when he least expected it, challenging him to wrestle, which would invariably end with you two snarling and rolling around the gardens like cubs until Leona finally pinned you down.

“Quit strugglin’,” he’d mutter, half-sighing, half-grumbling as you squirmed under his hold.

“Never,” you’d retort with a cocky grin, only to go limp the moment Leona let out an exasperated sigh, settling back in as if nothing had happened.

“Yer such a pain,” he’d grumble, but secretly, he liked the challenge you brought to his otherwise lethargic life.

Ruggie Bucchi: Partner in Mischief

Ruggie absolutely loves that you’re a beastman like him. The two of you frequently team up for pranks and schemes. “Hey, we could totally swipe those sandwiches before anyone notices,” he whispers, and before you know it, you’re both in action, working as a sneaky duo.

He’s also not afraid to roughhouse, tackling you in the halls to try and wrestle something you’ve stolen back from him. “C’mon, share! You can’t hog all the loot!” he laughs, half-heartedly trying to swipe whatever you’ve nabbed.

When you snarl back playfully, he just smirks. “Alright, alright, keep it! I’ll get ya next time!

Jack Howl: Honor Among Beasts

Jack is all about training and honor, so your wild nature keeps him on his toes. He’s not one to flinch from your growls or playful attacks.

Instead, he meets your ferocity with a determined stance. “Come at me,” he grunts, and before you know it, you’re in a wrestling match, claws and teeth bared—but it’s all in good fun.

Afterward, he’ll clap you on the back, panting but grinning. “Good fight. You’re pretty strong, you know that?” You snicker, catching your breath. “You’re not bad either, pup.” He glares at the nickname but doesn't deny the compliment

Azul Ashengrotto: The Nervous Businessman

Azul had never met someone more unpredictable than you, and that was saying a lot. You had a tendency to pounce on him from the shadows whenever you felt like it, scaring him half to death and knocking his neat little world into chaos.

“Why must you insist on scaring me like that?” Azul shrieked one day as you leaped from behind a curtain, sending his papers flying everywhere.

You grinned, fangs gleaming as you crouched low. “Keeps you on your toes,” you teased, tail swishing playfully behind you.

Azul tried to collect himself, adjusting his glasses with a huff. “I’m running a business, not a… a circus!”

But despite his protests, he often found himself secretly enjoying your antics. They kept him sharp and on edge—qualities he valued, even if they did come with a side of perpetual anxiety. And, more than once, you surprised him by showing up with some rare, exotic item you’d “hunted” in the wild, much to Azul’s gleeful interest.

Though he never openly admitted it, he had a soft spot for your fierce and untamed spirit, even if it did give him heart palpitations on a daily basis.

Jade Leech: Amused Observer

Jade watches your antics with an almost academic fascination. When you’re in the middle of a fierce bout of wrestling with Floyd or Jack, he’ll stand by with a serene smile, making comments like, “Ah, such fascinating instincts you have.”

You never know if he’s complimenting you or analyzing you like a strange specimen. “You’re surprisingly dexterous for someone so… untamed,” Jade remarks after you dart past him in a chase with Floyd.

You roll your eyes, but when you snarl playfully in his direction, Jade’s eyes glint with amusement. “Very intimidating,” he chuckles.

Floyd Leech: Playtime, Anytime, Everytime

Floyd finds your feral energy endlessly amusing. The first time you growled at him, he practically sparkled with delight. “Ooh, a wild kitty! Let’s fight!” Without waiting for a response, he lunged at you, and what followed was an intense but weirdly fun brawl.

Floyd’s unpredictability keeps you on edge, but you’re the only one who seems to match his wildness blow for blow.

He loves sneaking up on you too, draping himself over your shoulders like a scarf and whispering, “Hey, kitty~ Wanna play?” You swat him off, grumbling, but Floyd just laughs and bounds away, promising to find you later.

Kalim Al-Asim: The Overexcited Hype Man

Kalim absolutely adored you.

“Woah!” Kalim exclaimed, jumping around with pure excitement as you leaped effortlessly onto the highest point of Scarabia’s rooftops. “That was amazing! Do it again!”

You, perched like a wild animal on the ledge, gave him a toothy grin. “You’re too easy to impress, Kalim,” you teased, flicking your tail and jumping back down beside him.

“But it’s so cool!” Kalim gushed, eyes sparkling with admiration. “You’re like a real-life king of the jungle or something!”

You ruffled his hair, your normally fierce demeanor softening in the face of his endless enthusiasm. “Well, someone’s got to keep you out of trouble, right?”

Kalim laughed brightly, wrapping you up in an affectionate hug that almost knocked you off balance. You huffed, rolling your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile at his boundless energy. Sure, he wasn’t the most intimidating guy, but he had a way of making you feel like a hero in his eyes, and that was more than enough for you.

Jamil Viper: The Exasperated Handler

Jamil didn’t ask for this. He didn’t ask for a fierce, wildcat beastman to constantly wreck his plans with reckless abandon, but here you were. Whether it was stealing food from the kitchens or causing chaos during training sessions, you were always finding ways to make his life harder.

“I swear,” Jamil muttered under his breath, wiping his brow after yet another one of your wild stunts, “you’re going to give me gray hairs before I turn twenty-five.”

You grinned, lounging lazily on a nearby couch, completely unbothered. “You should loosen up, Jamil. You’d have more fun.”

Jamil shot you a withering glare. “I don’t have time for ‘fun.’ Someone has to keep things running smoothly around here, and it certainly isn’t you.”

But despite his constant complaints, Jamil often found himself unconsciously looking after you—making sure you were eating properly (even if you preferred hunting your own food) and quietly smoothing over the chaos you left in your wake. He’d never admit it, but you’d grown on him—like a particularly troublesome stray cat that he couldn’t help but care for.

Vil: The Patient Tamer

Vil had dealt with divas, but you were a whole different beast—literally. Yet, somehow, the idea of taming your wild nature was a challenge he couldn’t resist.

“You could look so much better if you just let me help you,” Vil sighed as he brushed back a lock of your messy hair.

You growled in response, swatting his hand away. “I’m not some house cat for you to groom.”

“And that attitude,” Vil replied with a perfectly arched brow, “is why you continue to look like you just crawled out of a jungle.”

You gave him a sharp-toothed grin. “That’s because I did.”

Vil sighed dramatically but never gave up. Over time, you begrudgingly let him “polish” you up, as he liked to call it, and much to your surprise (though you’d never admit it), you didn’t hate the way he made you look. And for all his refinement, Vil had a deep respect for your strength and fierce independence, often praising you for qualities that no one else seemed to notice.

“You have a certain wild charm,” Vil once told you with a smirk. “Just… let me polish it to perfection.

Rook Hunt: Enthralled by the Beast

Rook absolutely adores your wild side. “Ah, magnifique!” he’ll exclaim whenever you bare your fangs or show off your feral grace. “Such raw, untamed beauty in your movements! You are truly a predator among men!”

It’s flattering at first, but eventually, you find yourself trying to escape his relentless admiration.

He’s always trying to sneak up on you, challenge your senses. “Ah, mon ami féroce, can you sense me even when I am but a shadow?” You snarl in annoyance, knowing he’s nearby but unsure where. He cackles, “Très bien! Your instincts are sharp, as always!” You’ve accepted that Rook will forever be your most persistent fan.

Epel Felmier: Wrestling Buddy

Epel thinks your wild nature is the coolest thing ever. He’s always asking you to spar, wanting to prove his strength. “C’mon, I ain’t afraid of a few claws!” he boasts, puffing out his chest. You can’t help but laugh at his bravado, but you indulge him.

After a few rounds of wrestling, you let him win, watching as he struts around proudly. “See? I can handle it!” he declares, even though he’s panting and disheveled.

You chuckle and tousle his hair. “Sure thing, champ.” Despite the light teasing, Epel genuinely enjoys having someone around who doesn’t treat him like he’s fragile.

Idia: The Startled Cat Owner

Idia didn’t do well with social interactions, let alone a wildcat beastman who liked to sneak up on him while he was gaming.

“Gah!” Idia yelped, almost knocking his controller out of his hands when you suddenly appeared behind him, your tail swishing lazily. “D-Dude, warn me next time!”

You chuckled, plopping down beside him. “You’re way too easy to sneak up on.”

Idia grumbled something about “max stealth stats” but let you stay, mostly because he was too nervous to tell you to leave. Though, as time went on, he started to get used to your sudden appearances, even finding comfort in the fact that you always seemed to gravitate toward him—like some kind of guard cat.

It wasn’t long before you both ended up gaming together, with Idia quietly giving you tips while you teased him about being the “weakest cat in the den.”

And though Idia would never admit it, he appreciated your presence more than anyone knew. Having a fierce beastman around made him feel a little safer, even if you did constantly startle him half to death.

Ortho: The Curious Brother

Ortho is instantly fascinated by you. “You’re so cool!” he exclaims, scanning you with his eyes glowing as he processes data. He’s always asking questions about your wild beastman nature, wondering about your enhanced senses, strength, and agility.

“Is your tail prehensile? Can you communicate with other animals?” His curiosity never ends, and you find it endearing.

Sometimes, Ortho will run simulations with you, testing your speed or sparring with you in a safe environment, always careful to make sure you don’t get hurt.

He even programs a few custom video game challenges for you to try, and despite his more robotic nature, you swear you see him puffing up with pride when you praise his efforts. "I knew you'd like that feature! Maybe one day, I can create a robotic panther, and we can team up!"

His enthusiasm and innocence make your interactions lighthearted and full of adventure—like having a little brother who looks up to you in every way.

Malleus: The Intrigued Fae Prince

Malleus had never met someone so wild yet so intriguing. Your untamed nature reminded him of the old stories of beastmen who roamed the forests long ago, and he couldn’t help but be fascinated by your strength and unpredictability.

One day, during one of your many impromptu sparring sessions, Malleus observed you with a rare smile. “You are quite remarkable,” he said as you pounced toward him, claws out.

You grinned mid-leap. “And you’re not too bad yourself, dragon boy.”

“You’re quite the lively one,” Malleus remarked, barely winded as he effortlessly dodged your attacks, his long coat swishing elegantly behind him. “I must admit, I find your untamed spirit... refreshing.”

You growled in frustration but couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at your lips. “If you keep talking like that, dragon boy, I might think you’re flirting.”

Malleus’s lips twitched upward. “And if I were?”

Lilia Vanrouge: Playful Mentor

Lilia finds your wild antics endlessly entertaining. He’ll often join in, playfully flipping around and encouraging you to let loose even more. “Yes! That’s the spirit!” he cackles after you leap onto a high ledge during one of your spontaneous chases.

He even offers you advice on how to hone your instincts, and you’re surprised at how sharp and perceptive he is. “Ah, you remind me of some old friends from centuries ago,” he says with a fond smile.

“Such ferocity is admirable.” You growl, but it’s half-hearted—Lilia’s playful energy is contagious. Plus, he’s surprisingly good at dodging your attacks, making him an entertaining sparring partner.

Silver: Sleepy Companion

Silver finds your energy a bit exhausting, to be honest. But he doesn’t mind it too much. In fact, he often naps while you’re causing havoc, and you’ll find him fast asleep in the middle of a brawl or sparring match.

“How do you sleep through all this noise?” you ask one day, poking him awake. Silver yawns and stretches lazily. “I’ve gotten used to it,” he says with a sleepy smile. “Besides, you’re not as scary as you think.”

You grumble, but there’s something endearing about how relaxed he is around you. Sometimes you’ll sit next to him while he naps, and you catch yourself softening, just a little.

Sebek Zigvolt: Constantly Offended

Sebek is furious about your untamed behavior. “How dare you act so… so savage in the presence of Malleus-sama!” he roars whenever you’re being particularly wild.

He’s always lecturing you about manners and proper decorum, but you find it amusing how easily ruffled he gets. One day, you purposely growl while gnawing on some meat in front of him, just to see his reaction. “Disgraceful!” he yells, practically sputtering. “You are in the presence of greatness, and you—!”

You cut him off with a smirk. “Relax, Sebek. It’s just a joke.” Sebek fumes but can’t seem to argue with your nonchalance. Malleus finds it funny, and that only makes Sebek more frustrated.

Rollo Flamme: The Begrudging Observer

Rollo isn’t quite sure what to make of you. He’s used to quiet order and isn’t a fan of anything remotely chaotic or, in your case, wild. You can see his disdain every time you let your beastman instincts slip—climbing trees, lounging on rooftops, or hunting for sport on school grounds.

“That behavior is unbecoming of a student,” he huffs, glaring at you from across the room. You just give him a toothy grin, flashing your sharp canines, which makes him bristle. Still, he’s too much of a stickler for rules to do anything drastic.

He does, however, go out of his way to avoid you during events, always muttering something about ‘chaos incarnate.’

One day, you catch him staring at you from afar, and when you wave with a lazy smirk, he turns sharply on his heel. “I have no time for such nonsense,” he grumbles under his breath, but there’s a hint of curiosity in his eyes that he refuses to acknowledge.

Neige LeBlanche: The Overly Cheerful One

Neige is utterly fascinated by you, in the most innocent, endearing way possible. “Wow, you’re so strong! And those ears!” he exclaims every time he sees you, eyes sparkling with genuine awe.

He’s constantly asking you questions about your beastman traits, from your heightened senses to your climbing skills. “That’s so cool! Can you teach me?”

You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, though sometimes it gets a bit overwhelming when he tries to copy your movements (and fails spectacularly).

You find yourself softening around him, his pure-hearted nature making you feel oddly protective. He’s always showering you with compliments, and despite your rough exterior, you can’t help but be a little charmed by his sweetness.

He even tries to make matching flower crowns for you, though you’re not quite sure how to break it to him that they don’t really go with your vibe.

Chen’ya: The Mischievous Kindred Spirit

Chen’ya is someone who truly gets you. “Another cat in the mix, huh?” he teases as he appears upside down in a tree, his signature grin wide. “You’re not so bad. Almost as sneaky as me.”

The two of you share a certain playful, mischievous energy that makes for some chaotic fun around campus. You’re constantly trying to out-prank each other, leading to a sort of rivalry-friendship that keeps things exciting.

“Think you can catch me?” Chen’ya challenges before vanishing into thin air, and you’re always up for the chase, grinning like a feral cat.

He enjoys pushing your buttons, but you give as good as you get, earning his respect. “You’re pretty wild, huh? I like it,” he laughs, the two of you often ending up in trouble together—but always with a good story to tell.

Grim: The Feline Frenemy

Grim, naturally, sees you as competition from day one. “Hmph, I’m the only cat anyone needs around here!” he declares, puffing out his chest. Every time you cross paths, Grim tries to one-up you, whether it’s showing off how many cans of tuna he can down or demonstrating his “powerful” magic.

“Bet you can’t shoot fire like this!” he boasts as he sets a small flame dancing on the tip of his tail. You just shake your head, amused at his antics. Sometimes, though, you play along, sparring with him in mock battles or sneaking bits of food his way during mealtimes.

As much as he tries to assert his dominance, it’s clear he sees you as a partner-in-crime of sorts. “Alright, you’re not so bad for a giant furball,” he begrudgingly admits after you help him out of a particularly tricky situation involving some overzealous ghosts.

You’ve grown to enjoy the little gremlin’s antics, even if he refuses to admit how much he likes your company.

Crowley: The Ineffectual Handler

Headmaster Crowley is at a loss for how to handle your wild side. “Please, dear student, try not to destroy any more property!” he begs after you accidentally claw through some furniture during a particularly energetic moment.

You barely pay him any mind as he waves his arms dramatically. “Oh, but think of the expenses! The repairs!” he wails. “Why must you make my job so difficult?” You flash him an innocent smile, “Oops, sorry Headmaster.”

He flinches but quickly shifts into his over-the-top persona. “Ah, but I am a forgiving man! Just be more careful next time, won’t you?” He backs away quickly as you flex your claws playfully, clearly unsure how to handle your unpredictable nature.

Divus Crewel: Training the Beast

Crewel doesn’t tolerate any of your wild antics during his class. “Sit down and behave, pup,” he orders with a snap of his riding crop, his tone sharp as he glares at you over his glasses. “You may be a beast, but you will learn discipline under my watch.”

Surprisingly, you find yourself respecting his no-nonsense attitude. His strict demeanor keeps you in check—at least during his lessons—and though you grumble about it, there’s a small part of you that likes the challenge.

Crewel gives you pointed looks whenever you slip up, and when you’re particularly rambunctious, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you aside for a stern lecture.

“Remember, you’re not a wild animal,” he says, patting his ever-faithful Dalmatian beside him. “Though sometimes I wonder.”

Mozus Trein: The Disapproving Scholar

Professor Trein does not approve of your behavior, not one bit. “Such undisciplined conduct!” he mutters under his breath every time you act out in class.

His cat, Lucius, is constantly glaring at you from his perch, seemingly sharing his master’s distaste for your rowdy nature. “Beastmen are always so… difficult to manage,” Trein sighs as you grin mischievously at Lucius, who hisses back.

You’re not one to back down from a challenge, so whenever Trein isn’t looking, you and Lucius engage in little standoffs, making Trein exasperated.

“One of these days, you’ll learn the importance of decorum,” Trein scolds, though you can’t help but notice that Lucius seems to be warming up to your playfulness—just a little

Vargas: Ultimate Hype Man

Vargas loves your wild energy. “That’s what I’m talking about!” he cheers whenever you leap over obstacles or use your beastman abilities to ace his physical challenges.

“Now that’s a true athlete!” He encourages your every move, making you feel like a superstar during his training sessions. “Come on, show everyone what real power looks like!”

Vargas is always hyping you up, and you admit it feels good to have someone who appreciates your raw strength. He constantly pushes you to go harder and faster, treating you like his prized student.

“Beastman power, yeah!” You just smirk, playing along with his enthusiasm, knowing that you're pretty much is favourite.

Sam: The Mysterious Merchant's Favorite Customer

Sam finds you absolutely fascinating. Every time you step into his shop, he grins widely, the shadows in his shop almost seeming to stir with excitement.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite wild child,” he chuckles, waving you over to his counter. “Got something special just for you.” You’re intrigued, of course.

Sam always seems to have exactly what you need, whether it’s something to tame that unruly beastman fur of yours or an ancient charm for your next competition.

“I always get the most interesting customers,” he says with a wink. You suspect there’s more to him than meets the eye, but hey, as long as he’s got what you need, you won’t complain.

Plus, his shop has a certain mysterious charm that keeps you coming back.

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[macbethsymphony]

Cherry Girl | Chapter 1

Eustass Kid x Reader

Chapters: [2] [3]

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, eventual smut, slow burn-ish

Chapter wc: 3.8k

Summary: Eustass ‘captain’ Kid was in a shit mood. He was pent-up, irritated and you… you and your pink mini denim skirt wasn’t helping. OR You and Kid obviously pine for each other but you're both idiots.

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Slowly crossposting from AO3 Wanna read it all? it's completed over there

Chapter 1: The start of an adventure

Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid was in a shit mood. He was pent-up, irritated, and you… you and your pink mini denim skirt wasn’t helping. They weren’t usually this long at sea between islands, it’d been months since the last time they set foot on land, the last time he fucked a pretty girl senseless. The log pose showed signs that they were almost there but at this rate, if it went on much longer, he’d murder someone. The atmosphere on the ship was tense, most of his crew did all they could to keep away from the shadow of his black temper, and that somehow made it even worse. Hell, even Killer kept to the kitchen more than normal. He hated when people tiptoed around him. His teeth gritted in irritation. He was bored and he was horny and this was shit.

His eyes followed you on the deck of his ship. You usually were holed up in the kitchen to help Killer out with cooking duties but today was hot and you were being the nice, useful little thing you were by handing out refreshments to the crew. Kid scowled. You weren’t his type. You were too soft, where he was sharp. Too kind where he was moody. You were, well, too fucking wholesome really. You stood out like a sore thumb with your pink sundresses and mini skirts in his crew full of leather and chains. He liked tall women with supermodel bodies, you were short and round. He liked loud women, women that matched his fucked up energy. He liked his women a little insane. You, you were as adorable as a fucking kitten. Even your fluffy hair flowing in the sea breeze felt like an insult to his gelled-up spikes.

 With a growl of irritation, he stomped back to his workshop. At least he wouldn’t have to hear that cute fucking laugh of yours there. Why the fuck had he even said yes to having you on board of HIS fucking ship again? He wasn’t sure, really. Yes, you were beyond useful. It was nice to have a trained healer on his ship instead of whatever fucking first aid they all knew. And he knew Killer appreciated the extra help in the kitchen. But still, this was shit. He wasn’t this type of man. Not that he’d never fucked anyone in his crew, he didn’t mind that. But you, you were sweeter than honey and he didn’t like sweet. You weren’t his type. He gritted his teeth. If they didn’t get to an island soon, he’d go batshit crazy.

He picked up the goggles he’d been fixing the day before with disinterest as he slouched in his chair. He bet you’d feel real fucking nice sitting on his dick right now. He wondered how soft your plush body would feel under his rough fingers. How you’d sound when you came, maybe he’d eat you out make you come again and again till you reached your limit. The sugary echo of your laugh carried through his door. His scowl worsened. No. He wagered you’d sound even better begging for release after denying it to you for hours. Yes, you’d look good with red lipstick smeared on bruised lips and tears staining your pretty cheeks as you pleaded for him. Implored your captain for release. He tossed his head back against his chair and audibly groaned.

Shit… he bet you’d look amazing in red.

For days you’d lingered near the bustling port, stealing glances at the imposing figure of the Victoria Punk anchored in the harbor. Everyone was curious about the arrival of the pirates, Eustass “Captain” Kid’s bloody reputation was well known even on this outlying island. Most of the townspeople worried whether the pirates would be friendly or if they’d have to defend their home. Others were simply fascinated to have unknown visitors after so many years of….Well, nothing really. 

You’d been born on such a remote island of the grand line that most ships went past without bothering. Pirates never cared as their log pose reset for the next island far before they reached this small patch of land. You weren’t a rich island so the detour wasn’t worth it. As for the Navy, well… even they thought it was too much trouble to offer protection to such a far-removed place.

Your heart had yearned to escape this place for years now. This place you called home felt oppressing, like you couldn’t breathe properly. You wanted to see the world and maybe, just maybe, this ship could allow you to do exactly just that.

At first, you’d planned on manning up and asking the captain himself to let you on. But your resolve had crumbled oh so very fast the moment you’d taken a look at him. He was scary, far too scary. When you’d seen him, standing tall and broad, screaming profanities at one of his crew members, you’d turned back on your heels and run home. Hell, his whole crew made you nervous. They marched through the streets doing whatever chore they were charged with, leather boots stomping on cobblestones, chains rattling and whoever dared look in their direction received a violent scowl. 

Loud uncaring raucous laughter sounded more and more deafening the closer your feet got you to the harbor. You could do it, you tried to convince yourself with empty encouragements. You’d catch the least intimidating person there, make your case, and hope for the best.

You looked around, most of the crew was out and about busy doing their thing. There was a duo talking to each other not too far from you. One of them was tall, probably more than two meters taller than you. The other had long light blue hair and his face was stitched up in weird ways. They must have sensed your inquisitive gaze for they turned to stare at you with a scowl twisting their features. 

Scary. 

No, these two wouldn’t do. 

Your eyes traveled to a single figure sitting on a crate. He was wearing a mask, long blond hair flowing behind him. He wasn’t drenched in leather and spikes like the rest. Apart from his mask, he looked somewhat normal but his presence somehow felt just as intimidating. 

Fuck it. 

You had to do it, this was going to have to be the one. Maybe rejection wouldn’t feel as bad if you couldn’t see his face. You smoothed the ruffles of your pink sundress nervously before marching over to the masked man with a resolute look.

“Excuse me,” your voice caught in the back of your throat, you tried to clear it slightly but it still sounded squeaky. “U-uhm...I couldn’t help but overhear your crew talking about your travels I… I want to see the world too. Would you… would you please consider taking me with you?” 

That was a lie, you’d been too fucking scared to approach anyone close enough to hear jack shit about their travels. But who cared, it was the best line you’d rehearsed in that mind of yours. You observed the masked man expectantly.

His head rose from the papers he was looking at. The mask shifted up and down lightly as you assumed he assessed what you were about. You swung softly from one foot to another in anxiety. You probably should have worn something other than a sundress now that you thought of it. Not that you owned anything more intimidating anyways. 

The silence dragged on uncomfortably.

“I may not look like much, but I’m a trained healer!” you continued, spilling out the pitch you’d practiced over a hundred times in front of your mirror. “While I might not be the best in the field, I can tend to the wounded and I have a good understanding of most illnesses,” your voice went up an octave as your nerves got to you. This was your chance, who knew how many years would pass by again before another ship would dock in this shit place. “I’m also a great cook! S-sooo… I can help with that too if you don’t need another healer. And I’m a quick learner. If you don’t have a need for another cook… I-I’m sure I can learn to be useful in any way you might need,” each word lowered in volume, your nerves were catching up to you. “P-please,” you stuttered delicately. ”I’ll do anything to get away from this island,” your eyes were stuck to the ground too anxious to try and gage his reaction.

“Do you know how to fight?” his voice was nice, unexpectedly soft.

“What?” You squeaked in surprise, looking back up at the blue and white mask. “ I, well, I…”

“What we’re doing, it’s a dangerous trade,” he cut you off. “And you don’t seem the type…” he gave you an up and down again, “... well to survive dangerous situations.”

“I can defend myself!” you answered a little too fast, “ I know the basics of self-defense at least!”

The masked man audibly sighed.

“That so?” He didn’t sound convinced. He let the papers he’d been holding in his hands drop next to him. ”Doesn’t matter anyways,” he got up and you sensed yourself shrink in size. Was everyone so tall in this crew? “I’m not the one you have to sell yourself to, if you want in,” he started walking back towards the ship. “It’s up to Kid.” 

You felt the blood drain from your face at that. 

“You coming?” he asked when you didn’t move.

You took a shaky but determined step towards the gangplank.

“Huh?! What’s this fucking thing about, Killer,” Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid screeched when he saw you approach with his first mate.

You cowered slightly in the face of the scowl marking his features. You felt small next to the two pirates. Inconsequential.

“She wants to join,” The man you now knew as Killer answered calmly. “Healer, cook, or whatever we need apparently,” he pointed at you with nonchalance.

Kid looked down at you, the twist on his lips deepening. “You fight?” he asked.

“I know the basics!” you replied trying your best not to break eye contact with the pirate captain, a resolute expression on your face, defiance in your gaze.

“The basics huh,” he took a step towards you, his scowl transforming into a smirk oozing with condescension, “Kitten, the basics aren’t gonna keep you alive on a pirate ship.”

“I’m a fast learner,” your brows furrowed in an angry glare. He was crude but you could endure. 

The expression was childish on your cute little face. Lips pouty and eyes burning with fire. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid laughed. He looked majestic, sun shining bright on his face. It made your heart beat in a way you’d never experienced before.

“Oi Killer, didn’t ya say we need a healer? Need help in the kitchen too?” Kid asked, his intense stare leaving you momentarily. You took in a long overdue breath as hope filled you at his words.

Killer grunted, you weren’t quite certain if it was approval or not.

“Listen here, kitten,” Kid looked down at you amused and gaze locking back onto yours. “You become too much trouble and we’re leaving you at the next port.”

“Really? I can join?” You asked, your cheeks flushing in a soft pink with excitement, his warning not registering in the slightest.

“Sure, why not,” he yelled over his shoulder, already turning back to do his thing.

“Thank you, Sir! Captain, Sir! I won’t disappoint you!” You shouted at his back.

“Try not to get yourself killed, kitten,” he answered laughing.

A deep blush he didn’t see settled on your ears at the pet name. You decided in that moment that maybe, just maybe, Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid wasn’t so bad.

The Kid pirates were kinder than you’d originally thought. Killer had made sure you’d settled comfortably and as days became weeks on the Victoria Punk you started to believe that this was exactly where you were supposed to be. 

You spent most of your time holed up in the kitchen. Sometimes alone but mostly you were accompanied by Killer. Cooking for the rowdy bunch had turned out to be far more work than you’d anticipated, especially as you were constantly interrupted by members of the crew in need of healing. 

They came to you for the littlest of injuries. It made you wonder how they’d managed before you’d boarded the ship but you didn't really mind the unending interruptions. 

The way the door to the kitchen would often open in panic as someone would shout, “New girl, I need your help,” made you smile. Be it a simple cut or a broken bone, their intensity was always the same. They made you feel part of their family. No one had actually bothered learning your name. You mostly went by ‘New girl’, ‘Kitten’ to your captain. Although, Quincy and Dive had taken to 'Girly Pop' these past few days. Killer was one of the very few using your name, but you didn’t mind it. More so, it often brought a smile to your lips.

You opened the door of the kitchen, stepping out onto the deck of the ship as you skillfully balanced a tray of freshly made lemonade for the crew on your hip. The sun was blinding today and the warmth unbearable. Even you had ditched your long sundresses for a pink mini skirt. You were certain they were suffering covered in all that leather. You felt the slightly cool sea breeze touch your face, your curled fluffy hair flowing in the wind in a welcome momentary reprieve from the scorching heat. 

“Oi, Girly Pop!” Quincy shouted at you. “Whatcha got there?”

“Lemonade!” you answered brightly. “I thought you all would enjoy something cold to drink,” a gentle smile made its way on your lips as sounds of appreciation and ‘thank you, new girl!’ were heard all over the deck. 

Your eyes subconsciously sought out your captain. He must be hot with that big red fur coat of his. You wondered if he’d be thankful for the thought. A soft blush crept on your cheeks.

“Tch, don’t bother with the bastard,” Dive said, a scowl marking her face instead of her usual playful smile.

“Yeah, Captain’s in a shit mood these days,” Quincy added, her grin fading ever slightly too. “Cabin fever always hits him when we spend too long at sea. It’s better to leave him alone when he gets like that.”

“Yeah right, he needs either a good fight or a good fuck at this point,” Dive laughed bitterly.

“Preferably both, if we’re honest,” Quincy sighed. “Hope we get to a port soon, or else we’ll all be dead before the next island.”

You’d learned in the past weeks that your captain was temperamental and unpredictable. One day he’d be all smiles and laughing with everyone. The next he’d be looking to fight anyone in his way. Most of your patients were victims of his outbursts. But you’d come to know that his threats were, most of the time, all bark and little to no bite. You'd observed how even after he’d scream at someone for doing a shit job on his ship, he’d still take the time to show them how to properly do it. He even praised them occasionally when he noticed their improvement. 

You liked your captain, he really wasn’t as bad as everyone made him out to be. You liked how he took time to explain you things, he may have called you dumb and useless once or twice, but he always said so with a smile. You knew he didn’t mean it. You also liked how his hand lingered on your waist a touch too long when he passed behind you or how he’d ruffle your hair when he praised you. The thought made you blush. That was irrelevant, you knew you were no match to him. You were too soft where he was abrasive. Your captain was just as intense as his crew, perhaps the most intense of them all. But that made you respect him even more. After all, he was going to be the next pirate king and you’d do anything in your power to make it so.

That said, Kid had been in a bad mood these days. The atmosphere was tense all over the board. Everyone was tiptoeing around him the best they could. At least, you noticed he spent most of his time locked away in his workshop when his irritability hit him. You wondered what he was working on. It must be hot in there. You hoped he wouldn't get a stroke… not that you believed anything could kill him. 

Your brows furrowed in worry, looking at the door Kid had slammed just moments before. This marked the third day in a row, the third day of locking himself away in his workshop.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” Killer surprised you. You handed him a glass of lemonade and added a straw to it absentmindedly, as your train of thoughts kept on your captain.

“But wouldn’t something refreshing and… maybe snacks lessen his mood?” you shot back. You didn’t hear what Killer answered. “The heat is probably really getting to him in there,” you continued.

Killer sighed. You were already walking back towards the kitchen, resolved to whatever plan you’d just made in your head right now. You may not look like much but he’d learned you were just as impulsive as his captain when an idea settled in that mind of yours. Not that he should be surprised honestly. Anyone willing to board the Victoria Punk as you had had to be a little deranged. 

“(Y/n),” he tried again, “I really would recommend not disturbing him right now.” 

You didn’t seem to hear him. He hoped you would be fine. They’d lost crew members in the past due to Kid’s temper. Whatever you were set on doing… he wasn’t certain he could stop Kid if he decided to be an arse today.

In a flurry of pink, you grabbed a new pitcher of lemonade, filled it with ice, and cut up some apples. You’d just make sure your captain was alright in there and turn back. You marched to the door. You heard an offhand comment about you being brave or foolish coming from Heat and Wire. You ignored them and knocked.

“The fuck you want,” Kid shouted through the thick metal. He sounded even more pissed than usual. You cringed to yourself, maybe that hadn’t been such a bright idea you’d had in the end. But it was already too late. With that knock, you’d committed to your actions and now you had to follow through.

“Captain,” You said softly. “It’s me! I brought you something cold.”

No answer.

“Captain?” you asked again.

You heard a faint fuck pass through the door, a few things dropping on the floor, then the loud click of the lock unlocking.

“Ya can come in, Kitten,” he shouted, tone annoyed.

You cautiously made your way inside, careful not to accidentally touch anything as you wove a path to his work bench. 

“Captain! I brought you some refreshments! And something to eat too,” you said with a bright smile as you tried to wedge the tray you had balanced on your hip down on an empty corner of his desk. 

You didn’t see Kid’s scowl deepen nor his eyes linger at your cleavage. His gaze dropped down to that sliver of soft flesh visible right above the waistband of your short skirt. He closed his eyes, letting his head hit hard against the back of his chair. A groan he’d intended for his inner dialogue made it out of his lips. 

He tensed. 

Your eyes shot up from what you’d been doing. “Everything alright, Captain?” You wondered with a hint of worry in your voice. 

He looked alright, maybe a touch warm. You followed a droplet of sweat making its way down his neck to his torso. He was so handsome. Your face felt hot. You thanked the gods above that he had his eyes closed.

He grunted in answer. You guessed that meant he was ok. His gaze met yours again, staring down at you even though he was sitting and you were standing. 

“Need anything else, Captain?” You asked pouring him a drink.

His attention didn’t shift from your form. “Not really. You can go,” he grumbled, his tone was short. There was nothing else you’d get out of him today, that was clear.

“Oh, I see,” a touch of disappointment laced your words. “Well, let me know if you change your mind then,” a soft smile graced your lips as you turned back towards the door.

“Oi, Kitten,” his voice was slightly lower than usual, the gravel sending a shiver down your spine. You looked back at him over your shoulder.

“What is it Captain?” your tone was expectant. Hopeful for something neither of you was quite sure of.

The silence dragged on for what felt like an eternity. His lidded gaze made you nervous. He was stunning, majestic, it took all your concentration for your eyes not to wander. 

A shit-eating grin made its way on your captain’s face. “Nothing, Kitten. You can go.”

A deep blush adorned your cheeks when you shut the door to your captain’s workshop.

The door to his workshop closed gently. He swiftly used his powers to lock it in place. Fuck that had been dangerous. He sighed. What was he? A fucking horny teenager? His dick was half-hard. He downed the glass of lemonade you’d left on his desk. His nose scrunched up, it was sweet. 

He closed his eyes as ice crunched under his teeth in frustration. He was too far gone. Images of you just now passed through his mind. Your cleavage had been perfectly on show, hair flowing down your shoulders framing it just right. But it’d been that sliver of flesh at your hip and the way he’d almost seen your ass cheek from your slightly hiked-up skirt that had almost made him cave. Your soft thighs on display for all made him groan. His hand lazily palmed his hard-on. He bet they’d feel real nice around his head. He wanted to put bruises on your hips from fucking you too hard. Put bruises where all would see, make you scream so loud the whole crew would hear. The thought almost made him come right there. He unzipped his pants and gripped his cock harder. A moan caught low in his throat. He needed to get to an island urgently. He needed to fuck a few good-looking girls. Maybe pick up a fight with a few idiots at some port and he’d be alright. This, this wasn’t fucking alright. He came in his hand, his head banging painfully against the back of his chair.

Fuck that hurt.

Next Chapter →

[ratcash-wasgud]

So like you know that one anime my dress up darling? Yeah so basically Mizu AU that but Mizu's a photographer who loves anime stuff and reader who's her fav cosplayer

Reader does a lot of risque cosplay stuff though and makes Mizu blush having to take close up shots of her body :3

hey lovely!

i've never seen this anime lmao, but this sounds good so I'll give it a go !!

I also made some audios for this one, beause RAAAAAAAAHHHHH I'M FERAL

(btw this is pretty short, and kinda unfinished but I didn't just want to leave this one in the drafts forever.)

"Okay, could you...hold your hand up a little? Like...to your face?" Mizu mumbles from behind the camera, her tounge darting up to wet her lips. She has done this a couple times before, doing a free photshoot for you while you're in cosplay. Not only because it has both of her favourite things: Anime and pretty women, but because well...it's you.

She has seen your cosplays online a couple times, so when she ran into you on a con, and she asked for you number to do a photshoot later, and you said yes despite her suttering, she almost wet her pants in excitement.

She loves taking pictures of you, in and out of cosplay too. During your three months of knowing eachother Mizu has developed a fat crush on you. She has realized that under you lovely exterior, you're so very sweet on the inside. You always smile even when her camera isn't in her hands, and you bring her sweets and little gifts everytime, as if you owe her anything. If anything, she owes you for letting her gawk at you.

This time is different though. Mizu couldn't take one single usebale picture so far, because her hands are violently shaking. The reason is simple...today's cosplay is Misato, from NGE. But this time, you have your Misato wig and makeup on, but you're outfit consist of a towel wrapped around you, referencing that one scene where she runs out of the bathroom. Why? It's niche. And you love niche stuff.

"Okay uhm...sorry, can we...take a quick break?" Mizu lowers the camera, needing to take a deep breath. She has never been this close to an almost naked woman before, and it's fuzzing up her brain. Plus that almost naked woman happens to be you, so she definetly needs a breather.

"Yeah, sure." You say, straightening your back and getting out of the pose you were just doing. "Is anything the matter?" You ask, giving her that sweet, but so oblivios look she love-hates. It's unbelievable to her that someone as hot as you can be so unaware of the effect she has on people.

"No, no, I just...it's just...I need a bathroom break." Mizu says, not really wanting to admit how insanely attracted to you she is. It would help sooooo much if you knew by default. She escapes to the bahtroom like the coward she is, and washes her face. She checks her phone just to see the groupchat blowing up.

Taigen: omg are u dead yet?

Akemi: staaawp she is probs nervous leave her alone >:(

Ringo: Is she still there? Tell her she is pretty and her smile shines like a thousand suns!

Taigen: dumb ass advice

Taigen: tell her her ass looks good

Akemi: can u stop acting like a dog

Taigen: why it usually works

Mizu just sighs as she reads the texts. They are definetly not helping. She comes out of the bathroom in the same helpless state she was in before. When she sees you again, you're leaning against the wall, the towel slipping a little lower, giving Mizu a clear picture of where your areola starts. She swallows hard, but it's somehow dry and tries her best at wiping her sweaty hands in her pants in the least obvious way.

She must've been staring for a while because you hit her with a "What?" and a chuckle.

"Uh...nothing." Mizu blinks rapidly to snap herself back to reality. "Just uh...you know." Mizu awkwardly gestures at her chest, micking a pulling up motion. "Your uh...fans might die if I took pictures like that."

You look down, realising your towel has slipped. "Oh...Oh God, sorry!" You akwardly laugh as you pull it up. "Jesus...that's so embarasisng." You say, trying to laugh it off.

"No, no, it uh....shouldn't be embarssing. It's fine." Mizu says, waving her hands around in a way that's supposed to be dismissing. "I liked it." She adds quietly.

But, it somehow made it's way to your ears, as you lifted an eyebrow.

"You...did?" You chuckle, tilting your head.

"Uh, I..." Mizu is stunned. Fuuuuuuuuuuck nobody ever hears what she's mumbling why now? Why the most embarassing thing ever?

[midnight1nk]

This week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

HELL YEAH another Three and Four episode!!! Time for my live reaction:

woah we're starting out here? i seriously did not expect that. sleepy little guys :)

also don't think i didn't spot Four's cowboy hat in the corner there (yes, i know it was shown in other episodes too)

Four, why are you busting into Three's room like that? Four?

guys, I think the "dating behind the scenes" might be true

Wait, hold up he did the same pose as Three's statue

I know this whole back-and-forth about the statue being Three or Four. Personally, I think it's Three, just the textures (his beard) didn't apply, but the fact that Four did this pose for a split second... c'mon...

"are you ready to make magic?" "what am i doing in your bed?" [*presses the pause button*] ...am I in the right episode? ...Four you can't say these things... c'mon dude...

lawyer meggy hi!!!!! :D can we bring her back please?

just the way that Three looks at Four's hand when Four held his shoulder is driving me insane

"the rosemary to my bread" that is the most romantic thing I have ever heard... (well aside from "hey dud listen to me" speech from IGBP and "the sight of that man shines brilliantly in my eyes" line from AA)

and indeed you can make bread with rosemary

alright everyone, time to make some rosemary garlic bread

well from the last episode, Four did have a theory on Mario being jesus/god so.....

Three: "me? :O" sorry I just love the delivery on that, also the flushed emoji image on his face. i can somehow see Three's face underneath it idk how to describe it...

Actually uh Four, why are you so eager to do a romantic episode, huh? And also imagining Three, huh? Four, you did confirm that Three has rizz from the elevator episode. You can't deny it dude, you love him.

THEY CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS

bro Four really is a hopeless romantic my god he's just like me fr fr

i swear they drive me insane. like you can argue that it's just luke and james having fun but i do like the idea that Four is the only other person besides Eggdog who can make Three laugh and smile. And Three being the one who can make Four laugh ever so much as memes can. it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside :)

they're in love, your honor 💙💜

I too just fade into a room when i am needed

LET FOUR RIDE THE TEACUP RIDE

AYYYYY GAY LAWYER DADS GAME GO BRRRRRRR

we need to get my boyfriend back (yes Four totally said this)

NO THREE DON'T DROP THE SOAP

oh hi Chris and Swag!!

"And they drive off." [*the meme machine just flies straight up*]

Three: "Man.. I think... he was my dad. :("

Four [*remembers that they came out of the USBs*]: "...ok."

Nah Four, let him COOK

Four: "we're never doing this again" CAP

Congrats windr31 for being at the end credits!

👏

It's crazy that literally every SMG34 artist drew this scene, I mean how could they not. btw every one of them is so good!

Man, I really loved this episode, just some silly chaotic fun with a side of SMG34 crumbs!!

I know the SMG4 and SMG3 episodes aren't associated with the plot or anything but it's really nice to see Three keeping his promise from IGBP:

Three: "We can make another."

And they did, multiple in fact.

It's really sweet how much their relationship changed over time and I think it might come into play somehow in WOTFI. Until next time, my dear fellows, take care!

[aurilvs]

photobooth - jisung

making out with jisung at a photobooth 🫠🫢

0.3k ish word

i love confident js

special thanks to the loml sunny @daegall for proof reading my brain riot ily babess

“Look it’s a photobooth!” you exclaimed excitedly pointing at the machine, Jisung laughed at your cuteness. “Let’s go baby” he said walking towards the booth, he put in money before you could protest and went past the curtains dragging you with him.

You were wondering what pose to do first when Jisung muttered, “Here” as he pushed your cheeks together with one of his hands, your chin resting on his palm and he scrunched his nose as the timer came down to one, the photo clicked and it restarted.

���I know what to do on this one” you said proudly, looking at the boy who already had his eyes on you, “Lead the way baby” he lowly muttered slowly inching closer to you.

You grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie to deposit a sweet kiss, the photo clicked and you started to pull away but Jisung grabbed your waist and went back for another kiss, he was really addicted to you it did not make any sense.

The kiss was full of passion, Jisung took control from the start and you couldn’t really complain.

His lips were soft and somehow fluffy, he could taste your cherry lipgloss and that took him over the edge, he pulled away just to mutter “You are driving me crazy I swear” on top of your lips, before going back to kissing you he bit your lip. You let out a soft whimper as he slid his fingers under your top, (that was hiding under his huge leather jacket that engulfed you with his scent every time you wore it).

The timer clicked, breaking your bubble, you both pulled away, Jisung’s lips looked red and slightly fuller, hair messy and eyes in a daze “I am obsessed with you, you have no idea” he lowly muttered and you felt the whole zoo in your stomach.

Two filmstrips came out of the machine. Jisung grabbed both and gave one to you , the other one he put on the back of his phone case, he lifted up the device proudly showing it off to you, his dark nails contrasting his white phone.

You imitated him putting yours on your own phone, you grabbed both phones, comparing them with a smile on your face. Jisung chuckled at your cuteness. “That one is my favorite one” he said pointing at the last picture as you blushed at his words.

Jisung grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the booth before leaving a soft kiss to your lips, “I love you” he muttered right on top of your lips, you felt his breath fanning your lips “ I love you too” you answered as you left a kiss to his lips, Jisung got a swarm of butterflies in his stomach, it was amazing the effect you had on him, he is addicted to you, you had him eating out of your palm “You are insane baby” he muttered as you pulled away and you smiled in form of an answer.

[gacktfan69]

Madmans esprit Europe tour 8.10.24

My ramble about the live 🥳

I had such an amazing time it was unreal 😭 some things did stress me out (cough cough kinetic vibe cough, also Kyuho having problems with his earpiece and someone stealing a whole bag of Juho's picks?? Whats wrong with you??) and to be very honest I didn't like the crowd but I did make some nice friends. I was terrified for the vip meet and greet, I said a quiet hello to each member before the selfies and I got so scared when they said hi back especially Kyuho even though I know his voice so well??😭 I forgot to hand him my envelope and a sketch I did of his dog (didn't have time to draw all the members nicely.. ) and quicklg turned back to give it to him, then we took a group photo it was scary but not as bad as I thought. They were all really quiet and sweet

I went to wait by the stage and I was standing at first on the left side of the stage so I could be in front of Juho but the people standing there were a bit weird? I was speaking to them but one of them had no concept of personal space and boundaries and the way they spoke about the members put me off, if that was you and you're somehow reading this mb bro I didn't fw you. Bit odd. So I went to the opposite end where I would end up standing right in front of Somyul with only 2 or 3 people in front of me. I was standing with these 2 really nice girls who I exchanged instas with but this significantly taller person suddenly pushed in front of us and said its cause of their shoe?? What correlation does that have? If your foot hurts or your shoe is broken move to a less crowded area 😭

The opening band were really nice but the vocalists mic was so so quiet I could barely hear her which was a shame cause her voice was lovely

I was expecting Limu to come out first to set up the laptop by the drum kit but it was Juho!! He looked so beautiful, all the members then came out and Somyul was so close I couldnt believe it, at Jiluka i was to the far side about halfway back and the difference was insane. Kyuho came on and stood really still and just stared at everyone, when he was staring in my direction i was pissing myself cause what do I even do in that situation?? But it was a fun kind of scared like omg he's actually there?? Actually staring in my direction?? And I loved his outfit, at first I thought the corset and skirt were one long apron in reference to the Dissection mv. Also Kyuho looks really really good in corsets

They played Bitter and I'm really surprised I didn't cry 😭😭😭 I was screaming so loud for Bitter and mismatch, I feel like the crowd here didn't scream as loud as they did in Poland or other venues which was a shame but it was still fun for me. Somyul held his guitar out over the crowd and I actually touched it I still can't believe that. I fell in love with Somyul during that live tbh lmaoo I used to be scared of him but with all the people I spoke to it was a whole Somyul fanclub, he was the most interactive with the crowd and other members. At one point Kyuho went "good, but I want more" and I went crazy my throat was hurting by the end, also he rolled up his sleeves towards the end and his tattoos 🙇‍♀️ so beautiful he looked so good

I got 5 2shots, one for each members and before each one I was stressing about what to say to them, Kyuho is so gentle and quiet in comparison to how he is on stage. I very quickly went "you were amazing thank you so much for coming" and he said thank you then again "thank you, appreciate it" after the 2shot and the 2shots went really quick but that was my favourite part. I did 🫶 with Juho as well, I didn't know you could do poses for 2shots so I had nothing prepared but I'll he prepared for next time hopefully. Our venue had the worst lighting as well my 2shot with Kyuho is so dark 😭 but I appreciate that the staff had everyone check their 2shots so if there was a problem you could retake it.

After Jiluka I was so energised like I went home and listened to their whole discography but madmans esprit left me depressed 😭 I still haven't fully recovered and I haven't been able to listen to their music since the live, I miss them. Kyuho promised they would come back and next time I hope to go to the live in Poland rather than London...it seemed a lot better. Also so jealous of Bratislava for getting to see them in adidas. I HAD MY ADIDAS COAT ON!! WE COULD HAVE MATCHED! all in all a fun experience madmans esprit if you can hear me please come back soon 😭😭

[luv-again]

sonic movie 3 spoilers bc I got to flush this all outta my system. incoherent ramblings below :

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD PLEASE I AM NOT OKAY ABT THIS MOVIE HOLY SHIT

firstly, keanu's shadow was beautiful. no further criticism from me. he was everything I could have asked for in a film adaptation of shadow

I'm so glad they handled the G.U.N situation better than I assumed. I genuinely thought they weren't going to be rightly villainised, but they were. only thing I'm unhappy with is the handling of maria's death, since it seemed semi-accidental. like,, they were fully liable stfu

MARIA ???? OMG MARIA ??? she was well cast, I loved how she was a little skating gremlin, who showed shadow all these things (things I predicted somehow AGAIN ? while writing the sli au). shame we didn't get more of her, but we all know what happens, so I guess it's only reasonable. only gripe is I wished they bothered to address her illness bc there was none of that

SHADOW ???? there was a scene with maria that struck me deep. his origin story change is funky, but definitely not unwelcome. and the way he notices the researchers look at him weird and he feels like a freak who doesn't belong ? ofc that's concordant with canon, but fuck me man. that's always been something I've connected with in shadow's character, so to see it crop up actually made me emotional

I nearly CRIED watching this film guys. I can't even be mad that amy wasn't there to rouse shadow onto humanity's side, bc the way they handled shadow's inner turmoil and his epiphany of light- UGH PLEASE I CAN'T BE OKAY EVER AGAIN. it was stunning. to see him struggle with his convictions all throughout and pose those deep questions to the other characters like gerald, asking if revenge was really what maria wanted. or stone. or with sonic, when he was driven by anger and grief. I LOVE that shadow noticed their similarities and asked those questions why, not because he was goading sonic, because he genuinely wanted answers, most likely to understand what he himself was feeling. I adored their chat on the moon, dealing with a sensitive topic, man to man. that was so sweet and they both convinced EACH OTHER to do the right thing. that was beautiful. I teared up. also super shadow was just so pretty I tried not to squeal. beautiful boy. he was just so genuine the whole time and nothing, not once, charged him as 'bad'. he was hurt and misguided but he knew he was doing wrong when he stepped back. he really came to his own realisation and I couldn't be prouder

gerald man ??? it's still not clear to me how he lived past his expectancy, but whatever. I'm actually okay they went fully down the dark route with him, using manipulation tactics aplenty and just being generally insane. for that, I can understand and accept eggman's family issues done in this way in this continuity

also STONE ???? I LOVED HIM I AM SO SAD WE DIDN'T GET MORE OF HIM. he tripled down on the homoerotic sycophantic pining. it was brilliant. the stobotnik moments were a joy. every single one

there were a few jokes that made me grizzle and groan, but other than that, it was still a light and funny movie despite dealing with more sincere topics of loss, family and potentials

tails was so adorable I loved him and everything he did. knuckles too. my favourite moment was trying to talk down sonic and almost hitting him from rage but letting go to concede to sonic's poor decision to walk the wrong path

shadow's death was glossed and inconsequential but that makes sense. it was gorgeous seeing him draw maria parallels throughout everything

my favourite little giggle from him was when he was watching that telenovela or sumn and he said the woman should get rid of both men bc she doesn't deserve to be treated like a prize. MY BOY <3

AUGH CAN I TALK ABT AMY OH MY GOSH ???? finally. it only took 3 films. she looks gorgeous. love her assassin hood thing, her badassery- Perfect. I can't wait for her to take the limelight next. metal also looks banging too, I noticed the split second frame that looked like the forces trailer

speaking of amy, the audience in the theater (including me), clapped SO LOUD when the amy scene was over. sighh my people <33 I will miss them. especially the one that said shadow 05 movie shld happen after seeing the second post-credits scene. they're after my heart lmao

OHH the references. so many to mention. even if some were obnoxiously obvious, they all were awesome. the musical ones, the cinematic frames, the direct quotations, objects and whatnot. all of them were bloody fantastic

THERE'S SM ABT THIS MOVIE MY BRAIN CAN'T EVEN. I'm still trying to digest all that I saw tbh, so I've probably missed things I wanted to blab abt but oh well

it surpassed my expectations. we've been fed so good this year. amazingly done film, would 100% go and see it again if I get the chance

[diomoue]

.*。.* Cotton-Ball Confessions *. 。*.

Cross posted on AO3 ^^

Chevreuse groans something she immediately regrets because it only makes her sandpaper-like throat feel even worse. It feels as dry as like… a really fucking dry desert. As dry as a bone. What a weird saying - aren’t bones usually wet since they’re surrounded by blood and stuff? Chevreuse isn’t a bone doctor or anything, but she definitely knows enough to say that that phrase is bullshit.

Bullshit, she repeats in her head. “Why does it have to be from a bull--”

Chevreuse’s forehead crinkles in confusion at the muffled sound of her voice. It sounded as if there was something lodged in her mouth. Bringing a hand up to her face, Chevreuse spits once, twice, before glaring at the bloodied cotton balls in her hand as if they had somehow offended her.

Chucking the balls to the other side of the room, Chevreuse’s confusion only worsens when she hears a hoarse “Hey, watch it!” come from the direction she threw them in. Even in her muddled state of mind, she knows the cotton balls aren’t sentient, definitely not capable of human speech (…right?), so the only other option is--

“God?” Chevreuse groggily turns her head left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of the divine being herself. “Is that you? Is it my time?”

“Woah,” the voice says again, and Chevreuse finally sees who it’s coming from a tall man whose dark hair covers his eyes, shoving a sticker-covered phone to her face. Not who Chevreuse expected, considering the voice. “How high are you? The audience wants to know.”

“Short.” Chevreuse frowns. “Like…uh five foot four….”

“No--”

Chevreuse hears a soft giggle from her left, so she flops her head (her head feels abnormally heavy, so she can only flop it around on her neck) in its direction to find--

Oh, holy shit.

Chevreuse feels her jaw drop - which hurts in a funny sort of way considering how numb her entire face feels - and she lets out a gasp. The young girl might not have been God, but this woman is certainly, without a doubt, 100% a certified angel. Chevreuse doesn’t even care if she’s dead (okay, she sort of cares; she doesn’t want to leave her student loan to her family, and she hasn’t even finished her will yet, but she’s ignoring that for now) because she somehow landed a spot in heaven, and God she feels so lucky.

Chevreuse’s never really had a type before; she doesn’t care too much about appearances, but this angel is definitely ticking all of her boxes. Apparently, Chevreuse has a thing for girls with short brown hair with a side ponytail that neatly coiled falling to their shoulders, cheeks that scrunch up adorably when they smile, and kind eyes that look at her inexplicably fondly. Who knew?

“Oh my god, those heart eyes,” the man sitting in the corner of the room says, half-groaning and half-yelling at this point, “she’s soooo fucking whipped for you, Chiori. This is insane!”

“Wriothesley,” the angel reprimands.

In an instant, Chevreuse decides that she likes it when her voice is all stern like that. All scolding yet still sweet. Chevreuse likes it so much that she unwittingly lets out a whimper, and the man in the corner -Wriothesley- cackles at the sound.

“This is gonna go viral, Chiori!” He trains his phone back on Chevreuse’s face, making Chevreuse reflexively smile as if she were posing for her school pictures or something. “Quick, Chevreuse! Say something - anything you want! Yeah, what do you want right now?”

“Chiori,” Chevreuse says.

She just now realizes that it must be the angel’s name and inadvertently answers Wriothesley’s question. Chevreuse thinks she likes the way the angel’s name feels in her mouth. Her voice is a little rough (the consequence of having a dryass throat, Chevreuse guesses), but the name still sounds good to her. That sounds right; it is just as pretty and unique as the angel herself.

“Chiori,” she repeats, just because she can.

“Yes, baby?” The angel - Chiori - places a hand on her shoulder, making Chevreuse try her absolute hardest not to freak out because, oh my god, she just called her baby, and oh my god, she just touched her shoulder. “Are you feeling okay?”

Chevreuse gulps. “Hurts.”

Chiori rubs her shoulder in an attempt to soothe her, which doesn’t really work because Chevreuse is sure that her heart rate just spiked. Chiori’s presence just makes her the opposite of calm, and Chevreuse’s glad she’s not connected to a monitor because her elevated heart rate would have set off some sort of alarm.

“Yeah, it’ll be like that for a few more days,” Chiori says, frowning with worry. “But it’ll be a lot better than the headaches and swelling you were getting before.”

“Yeah, you won’t have to whine about your wisdom teeth anymore!” Wriothesley adds helpfully. Chevreuse wonders if the guy has ever gone below 80 decibels, which doesn’t seem likely. “Because, you know, they’re gone!”

“Well, they’re not all gone,” Chiori corrects. “I checked earlier and there was one that grew properly and wasn’t affecting any of the other teeth. Your dentist probably left that one since it wasn’t causing any of the pain. Best to let it grow as usual.”

Pretty and smart. “Do you work here or something?” Chevreuse asks, faux-nonchalantly, trying to glean any information about her. After all, if Chiori is going to be her wife (which Chevreuse’s already decided that she wants wholeheartedly), she ought to know something about her, right? Occupation seems like an excellent place to start.

“Nope, I got a degree in art and design. I own a boutique just down the street.” Chiori shoots her an amused smile, and Chevreuse feels a giddy feeling in her chest build up knowing that she could make this perfect girl smile. “You know that.”

“The only thing I know,” Chevreuse slurs, the bloodied spit in her mouth muffling her words, “is that you’re really really pretty and I kinda sorta wanna hold your hand.”

At that, Wriothesley bursts into laughter, and Chiori covers her mouth with her hand. Chevreuse’s confident bravado and face drops as she sees Chiori’s shoulders shake slightly. She’s laughing. At her. And wow, does it hurt…

But then Chiori reaches over to grab Chevreuse’s hand, and suddenly, everything’s okay again. Soft hand, wow, I’m so gay. Chevreuse is ecstatic at the turn of events, sure that nothing can bring her mood down until Chevreuse notices it—the diamond ring on Chiori’s left hand. Chevreuse deflates instantly. Of course, a girl as pretty, nice, and intelligent as Chiori had to be taken. She's a damn fool for thinking she even had a chance.

Tears start welling up in her eyes, and before she can stop herself, Chevreuse bitterly asks, “So when’s the wedding?”

“What?”

Chevreuse points accusingly at her ring finger, more hurt than she had the right to be, puzzled when Chiori bursts into barely-constrained laughter.

"Baby, you're the one who gave this to me,” Chiori explains with a fond smile. “Look down at your hand.”

Chevreuse does as she’s told and is surprised to find an identical ring. “Wha- we’re engaged?” Can hearts light up with happiness? Do they do that? If they could, then there would definitely be a bright light living in Chevreuse’s chest right now.

“Nope. We’re already married.”

Chevreuse sniffles, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes once more. “I missed my own wedding?”

The dentist comes back into the room only a short time later. She gives Chiori instructions on how to take care of a loopy, bloodied Chevreuse and some fresh gauze pads to replace the cotton balls that Chevreuse had so unceremoniously chucked across the room. Juggling the antibiotics in one hand and the gauze pads in the other - Wriothesley took the pamphlet, zooming in on the gross diagrams of mouths for his video - Chiori clamped Chevreuse’s hand in her arm.

“Ready to go home now?”

“Of course, baby!” Chevreuse says, with an enthusiasm that could rival Charlotte’s. She looks slightly unsure for a second, making Chiori a little worried that she’ll start crying again. “Can I call you baby?”

“Considering how you've done it for over four years now, yeah,” Chiori tells her, “I'd say you've earned the right.”

“Yes!” Chevreuse fist pumps in the air before turning to the amused dentist. “I really did well for myself huh?”

"That you have.” The dentist smiles, obviously charmed by Chevreuse's antics.

Chiori can’t even find it in herself to be jealous because, of course, she’s charmed, and everyone should be. Chevreuse’s bumbling and clumsy confidence had always been oddly endearing, and Chiori was glad other people could see it too. They wonder if Wriothesley’s threat/promise to put it up online is anything to go off by.

And well, the way Chevreuse looks at her with eyes full of amazement helps Chiori’s jealousy stay at bay.

Before they leave, the dentist gives Chevreuse a sticker usually reserved for her “younger clients.” Wriothesley slyly takes one too and adds it to the back of his phone, and Chevreuse proudly sticks hers - something from some kid's show, if Chiori had to guess - on her shirt. She shows it off to Chiori a dozen times (“That’s nice, dear”) and to Wriothesley a handful of times, almost getting into an argument with Wriothesley after he proclaimed his sticker is cooler.

They really shouldn’t let Wriothesley drive, but it was bound to happen since Chevreuse so adamantly refused to let anyone but Chiori - her proclaimed angel - touch her. Besides, Wriothesley had gotten his full licence a whole two months ago and had been begging for someone to let him take them on a drive. Two birds with one stone, Chiori supposes.

That's how Chiori finds herself in the backseat of her own car, hand clasped tightly around her wife's arms.

“I- fuck-- I think they took my tongue,” Chevreuse slurs, tugging her arm out of Chiori’s grasp to pull at her bottom lip.

As she pokes at her still-intact tongue with intense confusion, Chiori considers reminding her how unsanitary her actions are, but eventually decides against it. Chevreuse’s so put together most of the time, so seeing her like this is refreshing.

Her eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as she continues playing with her mouth - something Chiori really shouldn’t find so adorable, considering the thin streams of drool and blood dribbling down the sides of Chevreuse’s lips. Gently, she wipes it with the tissue that the dentist handed her.

“Can we sue them for stealing my tongue?”

“You’re the one who went to law school, dear,” Chiori reminds her gently - which Chevreuse nods sagely at before returning her fingers to her numb lips.

“So if we’re married, does this mean we’ve kissed?” Chevreuse says the last word so scandalously that Chiori can’t even blame how Wriothesley almost swerves the car into oncoming traffic.

“Wriothesley!”

“Sorry, it’s just-- this is fucking ridiculous!” Wriothesley says back, and Chiori’s inclined to agree.

It’s ridiculous how happy Chevreuse is at the mere knowledge that they’re together. They had been fighting pretty viciously for the past week or so - no doubt worsened by Chevreuse’s shitty mood with the toothache and all. So the fact that Chevreuse loves her this much… it’s something Chiori definitely needed to be reminded of. Chiori's glad for the drugs in a weird way.

“We can kiss later when your mouth isn’t so numb,” Chiori offers.

“Yes please!”

[pinkprimrose05]

character asks bc other anon was a coward: blade

HAJFTOVNWHYFAGDYSDNTJ

General opinion/How much I care about them: Ren Blade Yingxing my beloved beloathed depressed miserable angsty bastard aaaaaaa-

This man, oh my god. This edgy mess is somehow the second fastest blorbo to be coined as such in my blorbo-having history, and I think that alone says a lot. But even if not, he has his special little spot for being: 1) my first HSR fave, 2) my current main (the gameplay is ridiculously fun holy shit), and 3) the reason I downloaded the game at all (shoutout to Bronya, of course, but it was mainly Ren).

Also I really like the fact that he's genuinely batshit insane. An unapologetic menace to the galaxies. He can be so unhinged and evil sometimes, and that's a new flavor of fave in my collection. Did I mention the story doesn't try to redeem him at all? Because it's true! Extremely uncommon win on the hyv writers' part there; doubly so because they manage to balance this aspect with the subtle gap moe they love to give to all their stoic characters.

Yes. Ren is simultaneously edginess incarnate and a tired grandpa that sucks with words and doesn't know shit about technology. Oh and he keeps getting roped into Situations by his colleagues- and goes along with them all the time! The dude was literally asked to pose for a movie cover and he just. did that. No questions asked. Nothing.

I care about him a very normal amount. He's so neat and- oh my god I forgot to mention the aesthetic. Black/blue/red/gold is such a banger color scheme. He also has a spider lily motif and that looks very cool! And the pretty ribbon on the back of his coat is a 10/10 design choice. His only problem is that the game keeps forgetting to edit his silly beta design sneakers out of splash art, and that the washed out jeans clash hard with the coat. But otherwise? Perfection. I could (and did) stare at him for hours on end.

A ship I love: Kafblade is one of those pairs that you can read as romantic or platonic with equal efficacy and I love that for it. They're partners in crime! There's a great sense of trust and faith between them! They're each other's guardian and tether and the one who understands them best and they're such an awesome dynamic, good lord.

Honorable mention goes to jingren for the old man yaoi potential to take the relationship in a very (bitter)sweet or very sad way. There's something to be explored here and I wish canon could give it consideration someday.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: Stellaron Hunter agenda!!! They're so awesome individually and as a group, and the comedy is just lovely. You have Ren wrangling two terribly reckless women because in some way, by some miracle, he happens to be the braincell holder among the three. You have him trailing after Kafka on one of her shopping sprees with a whole bunch of bags and coats, you have him going to an arcade with Silver Wolf because she wanted to show him this brand new game she's been talking about nonstop for four days, and you have him in an impromptu shooting session with them both because they wanted to make silly movie covers and needed an extra actor.

They're one small hilarious family and I adore them so so much, you have no idea. Can't wait until Sam and Elio make an appearance in the story so I get more fuel for shenanigans.

The NOTP: None here sir, as long as the ship is normal it's fine by me.

My biggest headcanon about them: Ren is autistic and you will pry this hc from my cold, dead hands. He's stuck in his own head 80% of the time. He doesn't do conversation at all. Back when he was still Yingxing, he used to spend so much time at the forge when inspiration struck him, to the point of tuning out everything until his friends physically dragged him out to touch grass. He's an autistic nerd through and through, and even several thousand deaths can't take that from him.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: One idea I've been curious about lately is what would happen in a roleswap scenario, where the Astral Express crew find Ren before the Stellaron Hunters do. He may not make for a great archivist, his state of mind may be less-than-stellar, but it's interesting to imagine the dynamics between him and the crew- and hey, who doesn't love taking sad guys out of situations for a change?

I'm filing this concept for later, just in case. Who knows? The writing ghost visits when I least expect it.

Something that makes me think of them: Everything these days The flute, the sound of wind blowing, red spider lilies, and -to the immense detriment of my composure in public- mentions of the word blade in any context ever. Why gee, thanks for permanently altering my brain chemistry.

[asphodeldreams]

will probably edit this later, as i’m typing it at like 5am currently but

for anyone who is going to be meeting dan and phil this tour (and beyond) my biggest piece of advice is:

please try to not put too much pressure on yourself to have the “perfect” meet and greet experience, i unfortunately fell victim to that mindset this time and as a result i had the most clumsy and flustered experience imaginable lol

for the record: this is nothing against dan and phil + their team, they were all lovely!! i just had put myself under so much pressure that when the time came i completely froze up (somehow even more than i did when i met them back in high school, which i genuinely didn’t think was even possible) ive done multiple celebrity meet and greet events and i generally remain fairly collected during them, so this was definitely what the issue was and not just me being destined to freeze up

i didn’t say what photo pose i wanted to do, i only said about half of what i wanted to in general, i didn’t get any video of my meet and greet, and i couldn’t even get myself to tell them the right things to say for the HRT update video so now it doesn’t match all of the other videos i’ve recorded in the past two years at all so i don’t know if i can even add it to the compilation without it driving me insane.

again, none of this is their fault even remotely. they were as sweet as ever! it’s entirely on me (and various other personal reasons) for getting myself psyched out so bad. if it’s your first time meeting them i would recommend trying to keep your mind open and not get too hung up on meticulously planning everything in case things go differently than anticipated.

my biggest regret isn’t even the fucking up on requesting things from them, it’s genuinely just that because i freaked out so bad about those, i barely said anything to them at all. that’s the main point i’d like to get across with this post is that you i strongly recommend that you try and focus more on the experience of actually getting to meet them, and less on the social media content you’ll get out of it after the fact 🤷‍♂️

this isn’t meant to be a pity party about everything that went wrong at mine, it is what it is, just wanted to try and help people not end up making the same mistake as mine from tonight lol

outside of how my m&g went, the experience overall was more than worth it! the pre-show q&a was an absolute blast and i genuinely think the main show is their best one they’ve done yet! (plus at least despite not being the pose i wanted, my m&g pictures did still turn out very good so i am appreciative for that at least going so well <3)

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

are you still doing the OC meet and greet? If not, ignore this and I hope you have a very nice day/night ♡

if so… (人●∀●) ☆

This is Kavan, the famous pet that thinks he’s not a pet that I kept alluding to on my other few asks. First pic he’s fresh into the system (20s?) and second he’s his current age, 39.

he somehow ended up into the pet trafficking system and he Isn’t Happy About It. Kept his memories since he wasn’t formally trained, so he’s a defiant whumpee to the max. Will absolutely try to defend or comfort or surrogate father any younger, more scared pets around. Also severely cynophobic, so it’s a wild guess as to the one way you can truly scare him.

A lot of his personality was lost in the years in bare survival mode, but he was actually just a pretty warm, sweet, mild-mannered man. Now he’s more akin to a scared dog with its teeth bared backed into a corner.

If anyone can handle him I’d love to hear about it

First of all - DID YOU DRAW THAT?????? Whoever did has some insane skill holy shit. I’m just gonna stare at that second one. The pose is literally killing me.

The thing with my caretakers is that they’re not gonna make him continue to be a pet? So I feel like even like, a single Rory would just be chill to hang out.

Oh but the fun part would be the whumpers. We’ve kinda gone over mason hehe but Mason would be annoyed. He wouldn’t let Kavan out of his office, especially if he tried to “corrupt” (aka protect) Rudy and Clyde.

[la-squadra1234]

Pt 2 of phantom troupe reacting to “nobunaga’s daughter acting like Mikan Tsumiki from Danganronpa (very sensitive,overly apologetic,very clumsy,very pretty,and idk if I should add this but when she falls she kinda makes an erotic pose)

Ofcccccc that would be so cute!

Feitan-

He honestly was expecting either one of two things by meeting his daughter, either his daughter, being a total brat and a menace or sweet, shy, and funny and kind 

Phinks-

He was a bit taken aback, but he just kept his mouth shut as it’s not his business 

Chrollo-

He found it sweet, but definitely wanted the kid to stay away from the phantom troupe to not interfere or so the kid does not get hurt, but he only cares about that just so he doesn’t lose Nobunaga 

Uvogin-

He already knows what Nobunagas kid is like after all, he is the child’s uncle 

Franklin-

He heard of Nobunagas daughter’s personality through uvogin so he already knew what to expect, and there were no surprises 

Shalnark-

He honestly wouldn’t really care. He would just find it pretty nice to have somebody that is also kind rather than completely insane and just sadistic 

Hisoka-

The motherfucker wouldn’t even be allowed around Nobunagas daughter, but if somehow he did end up getting around Nobunagas daughter, he would keep his distance, but watch closely, and he would find it fascinating 

That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed as much as I did making this I like making things like these, and I especially like making things that are easy for me to make and that don’t take a lot of time lolll

 I will see everybody in the next post bye now!

[iluvmatt]

i have so much to say about my day yesterday. my day, honestly, started off pretty bad, due to the fact that my anxiety was worse than ever. i managed, i survived the morning and got on the road to pittsburgh.

when i arrived at the venue, i got in the proper line for small talk group a, which took forever when it came to being allowed inside, but it steadied up. i waited at the desk to get merch first due to the fact that i knew people were going to be crowded there at the end of the show, but my place in line was still the same even after, so i was so fucking happy.

i waited in line and when i was the next person, i turned my head at the corner and saw chris standing there— one of the most beautiful people i have ever seen from afar. i felt my heart fall, i couldn’t breathe at all.

i walked up to chris and he asked how i was, where i told him i was good, just very anxious. then i asked him how he was in return and he said great, he said that he felt incredible. his hug was so sweet and tender due to the fact that he saw me shaking and knew i was anxious. we took a picture, this time me taking it although i was shaking so bad. i told him how long i’ve been watching them—, that i have seen them reach 25k and i have now watched them hit 4mil. chris smiled so big at me and told me he was so happy that i was there after waiting so long to meet them. i nodded my head to him and told him that i’m so lucky and when it was called for us to switch, he repeated “25k!” and waved me off. i love this boy so fucking much. 

now matt, i walked up to him and collapsed in his arms with a hug. it was the sweetest hug, and i looked at him and said “i love you so much,” and i couldn’t form any words. when i say that when i had to leave chris and saw matt lock eyes with me and smile, my heart fell to my ass. back to what i was saying, matt looked at me and said “thank you,” where he then replied while signing my picture, “i love you too!” my heart. i literally felt my heart give up. i asked him to hold my phone when we took our selfies due to the fact that i was shaking so badly and he told me that i was okay, he said “it’s alright, you’re doing fine.” he tried to calm me down during that moment, and although the rest is a blur, his eye contact never faded. this boy is so fucking good at listening to everything you have to say. he truly has the most beautiful heart and i’m so blessed. he truly tried to calm me down, just as nick and chris, and he was so patient. i have chills. 

nick. nick made me cry my eyes out. it was about to happen with matt, yet, somehow, the shock of meeting them held my tears back. i walked up to nick, and he welcomed me with the most genuine hug i’ve ever received. he squeezed me within his arms, as he could also tell i was shaking, and he rubbed my back. he told me that i was okay as well. he’s so fucking sweet, i cannot. i started to cry a bit, but i tried to converse with him the best i could. asking him how tour was, how much he liked it, and just how he was in general. when we took my selfies, again, i asked if he could hold my phone due to the fact that i was so insanely anxious and he said “of course!” and he leaned his head against mine. nick is truly the most genuine, loving and intimate person i have ever met. i walked away from him crying, walking down the stairs and to the line for the meet and greet, afraid i may have embarrassed myself due to the parts that are a blur to me.

now, i also had front of the line tickets for the meet and greet. i ended up being the very first person to do meet and greets at the show, which had me sick. i have pictures on my phone of me freaking out, and i couldn’t believe it. i was going to be their first meet and greet of the day when i just saw them thirty minutes earlier. i couldn’t breathe at all. i couldn’t even think of a pose to do because i was so terrified of taking up too much time since i was the first person of the day.

when i was called back, after talking to the guy that was working at the theatre because they could not get my sisters—who tagged along with me to the event— inside and after i was talking to the group of people behind me (due to the fact that i was overthinking and freaking out), i walked in to chris with his arms wide open. he said, “hi again!” which made me want to fucking crawl into a hole. next was nick, who said, “nice to see you again!” giving me another hug, another squeeze. then, i walked up to matt where he said hi with a big smile and he hugged me a little longer than before during my small talk. i just stood between nick and matt, not doing anything for a pose due to the fact that all common sense and any knowledge i had prior to walking in onto the carpet had escaped my brain. 

since i was first, i got to the stage and was first; at the very front. i brought my sisters with me and they were farther behind in the lines, clear outside and away from me. i had sent them their tickets for general admission, but the front desk wouldn’t let them use what i sent them— they needed to see my actual phone— so as the area was packing up, i had to move and wait for my sisters to get inside the door. i genuinely wanted to cry, because i had such a good spot for us, but they also had front of the line tickets too and nobody would let them inside the building due to the other people in front. although they scanned their tickets and already knew. i was so upset, i was genuinely so pissed off. especially since i was the very first person at the stage, especially since i could have had my sisters with me for my photo and everything. my heart was broken.

i asked someone who i was talking to throughout the evening to save my spot, which they did for only a minute and then let their new group of friends stand there, and as i wanted to endure the concert with my sisters, i waited for them to finish their meet and greet things although they were now the last twenty for the earlier time meet and greet. i walked us over to my spot, and it was already too crowded. i went to talk to jon and he was so fucking understanding, he told me where to stand to get the most interactions and i was so happy. i walked over there once my sisters were finished and we went to the right side of the stage where the speakers were heavily located.

my twin sister has a sensory disorder so if she feels the vibrations of music too close, she will slip into a breakdown. we were getting comfortable, and although we could not really see anything, we were so happy. until the music began to boom and she started shaking. 

we moved to the back a little, surrounded by a bunch of tall people and people pushing, but we still managed and had the most beautiful time.

i’m absolutely heartbroken that i had to move due to the venue not accepting my sisters tickets from their phones and the fact that the speakers were making my sister freak out, but other than that— i truly had the most beautiful night. i dance and screamed the night away with my two favorite people inside the same building as my three favorite people. although the concert didn’t go as it should have, nor the meet and greet, i truly had an amazing time. i cannot imagine my life without these boys. i mean it. 

i love them so fucking much. 

[ragequitezekielrants]

Roblox is a fucking cesspool.

Alright, buckle up, folks, because today I’m going after something that’s long overdue for a bitter reckoning: Roblox. Oh, yes. That seemingly innocent, blocky, colorful “game” that’s managed to worm its way into millions of homes and has convinced parents everywhere that it’s just a harmless playground for kids. Well, newsflash: it’s a playground, alright—but more like a lawless, broken-down playground where the rusty equipment is swarming with child predators, scammers, and every form of exploitation you can imagine.

Let’s not beat around the bush here. At this point, Roblox has become notorious for its lack of safety and general incompetence when it comes to protecting its most vulnerable users—children. The whole platform is basically a predator’s dream come true. It’s filled with kids who think they’re just there to play games, make friends, and maybe create something cool, but what they’re really stepping into is a cesspool of shady characters, sketchy interactions, and outright dangerous situations.

You’ve got these creepy adults posing as kids, hanging around in chat rooms, private servers, and who knows where else, trying to manipulate and exploit young players. The amount of stories that have come out about predators luring kids into inappropriate conversations, or worse, is absolutely horrifying—and yet, Roblox seems to barely lift a finger to stop it. They’ll tell you they’re cracking down on inappropriate behavior, that they have moderation systems in place, but let’s be real: those systems are about as effective as a paper umbrella in a hurricane. The truth is, Roblox moderation is a joke, and it’s the kids who end up paying the price.

And don’t even get me started on chat filters. They’re supposed to stop harmful or inappropriate language, right? Well, they’re just as broken as everything else on this platform. Sure, they’ll block some random innocent word or phrase that makes zero sense, but somehow, explicit language and dangerous conversations slip through the cracks constantly. I’ve seen entire servers where the chat devolves into a cesspool of disgusting content, and guess what? Nothing happens. Roblox is either asleep at the wheel, or they just don’t care as long as the cash keeps rolling in.

And speaking of cash, let’s talk about the microtransactions and the insane way this platform preys on kids’ wallets. Roblox is filled to the brim with virtual items, cosmetic nonsense, and “limited-time offers” designed to get kids to spend real money—either their own or, more likely, their parents’ without permission. It’s a glorified scam economy designed to manipulate children into buying “Robux” for overpriced garbage that provides zero real value. I mean, come on, Roblox, your entire economy is basically built on exploiting kids’ impulse control issues. It’s honestly disgusting.

But it gets worse. You’ve got scammers lurking everywhere, creating shady games or offering “free Robux” in exchange for personal information or other tricks. You’d think after all these years of this nonsense happening, Roblox would have implemented better protection for their users. But nah—just let the predators and scammers roam free, right? What’s a few ruined childhoods compared to that sweet, sweet revenue stream?

Oh, and let’s not forget the exploitative developer environment. On the surface, Roblox loves to brag about how it’s a place for kids and teens to learn coding, make games, and express their creativity. That’s a nice story, sure, but the reality is far more sinister. A lot of these young developers are basically being lured into creating content that Roblox profits off of while paying them peanuts in return. The platform takes a huge cut of any revenue earned, leaving these kids with a fraction of what their hard work is actually worth. It’s like digital child labor disguised as “game development opportunities.”

The worst part? The exploitation of these kids doesn’t stop there. When they do manage to make something popular, they’re often thrust into the harsh reality of dealing with toxic communities, knock-off versions of their games, and harassment from other users. All while Roblox just sits back and counts the money, doing little to protect its young creators from the harsh realities of the internet.

And what does Roblox do about all this? Almost nothing. They issue vague statements about improving moderation, adding safety features, and protecting their user base. But guess what? The platform remains an absolute dumpster fire when it comes to protecting kids from predators, scammers, and exploitation. Their priority isn’t safety—it’s profits. They rake in billions while turning a blind eye to the fact that their platform has become a breeding ground for dangerous behavior.

So here’s the bottom line: Roblox might look like a fun, innocent game on the surface, but dig a little deeper, and it’s a digital wasteland full of predators, scammers, and greedy corporate tactics designed to take advantage of kids. It’s not just an unsafe environment; it’s an outright predatory one. If you’re a parent letting your kid run wild on Roblox without supervision, I hate to break it to you, but you’re basically letting them play in a minefield. And Roblox? Well, they’ll just keep cashing in, pretending everything’s fine, while the real dangers go unaddressed.

Until next time, keep your kids away from this nightmare of a platform.

– Ezekiel

[tea-with-eleni]

Shoutout to our madlad neighbor Ben across the street who is probably responsible for the murder hornet my mother stepped on in our kitchen. At least, we think it was a murder hornet. It was too big and the sting was too painful for it to be much else.

we don't know he's responsible but he also brought in an obscene amount of sod over the last week so it's probably his fault somehow.

Other things Ben has done:

Installed new electrical wiring in his own attic. He is not an electrician.

Burned down his house via the faulty electrical wiring on Christmas Day 2018.

Designed a new house to go on top of the foundation despite the fact that he is neither an artist nor an architect. Our next door neighbor, an architect, told us this with mild horror. The man around the corner, our incredibly classy dentist, was likewise Aesthetically Offended.

Hired like two people to build the Arthur Dent eyesore of a house over the course of 2019.

Cut down a tree in his sideyard he didn't like by climbing said tree with a chainsaw and sawing off branches one at a time. Including the branch he was sitting on. My parents were getting their Best Lesbian Friend to help with some tree branches that fell in their yard at the time because she had a collection of chainsaws and is always down for a good time. She got distracted watching Ben because, "He's going to die."

Built his child one of those wooden backyard playset things.

Rented a cherry picker to deal with the rest of the branches on the tree in his sideyard. My parents had, at that point, hired some very nice people to help paint their house. They sat on our front porch and watched Ben run over the playset with the cherry picker. Also his fence. To quote one of them, "My brother could do that pretty cheap, but I'm not going to tell him. This is more fun."

Tore the bumper off his car trying to remove the stump left from his sideyard tree

Destroyed the fence, again, after renting some kind of heavy machinery to level part of his backyard.

Bought a plastic skeleton for his front yard in 2020. Moved and posed it every day in October. My parents noticed that he left the door for one of the trucks he'd rented unlocked and took the golden opportunity to prop the skeleton up in the driver's seat.

Bought some kind of very sweet and very cute large fluffy dog. Had to get surgery for the dog after it ate two pairs of socks and a towel. The dog has now recovered but is baffled by the way his lovely backyard fence keeps getting crushed by construction equipment.

To continue the skeleton army, he also bought one of those 12' skeletons last year. It was also posed daily along with the other, human-sized skeleton.

We're not really sure how Ben is still alive despite his best efforts. At any rate, murder hornets seem par for the course. He's actually a nice guy, just insane. The working theory is that he comes from family money and was one of those sheltered rich kids who was never allowed to play in the dirt as a child and is making up for lost time now.

[gay-dorito-dust]

How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?

A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.

Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.

Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.

His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel

Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.

Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.

He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.

Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.

During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.

He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.

Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.