#they’re like…so nice to the path when they don’t deserve to be

[somberomens]

i love a (submissive) man — sub!remmick x domme!reader

spontaneous oneshot: public fucking behind a tree at night, i thought of these when writing these sub!remmick hcs with a domme reader. i decided to turn it into a one shot loll but i enjoyed it a lot so i will make a second part to it :)))

cw: nsfw — minors DNI !!! public sex, degrading, sub[remmick]/dom[reader] dynamics, bdsm mentions/implications??? [slight bondage lol], hair pulling, pussy eating, riding, spitting, squirting, multiple orgasms, cum hahahahahahahahahhaha i was horny just enjoy

wc: 2.0k

the midnight hour.

moon hung high over a silent city park. the air’s damp, sticky with summer heat, cicadas humming somewhere in the dark. you're deep in the trees, just far enough from the walking path that no one should notice... unless they’re really looking.

remmick’s back hit the tree with a thud, breath catching in that tight, trembling throat of his. the glimmer of his lust filled eyes glinting under the moonlight, wrists tied by his suspenders in front of him, cock already hard, twitching in the open air like it couldn’t wait a second longer. his dark hair was a fucking mess, some strands clinging to his sweaty forehead, others wrapped around your fingers as you yanked his head back and growled against his jaw.

“you’re dripping like a bitch in heat, remmick,” you whispered, dragging your palm down his bare chest, fingernails biting in. “you hear that? someone’s walking by. you want them to see you like this?”

he shuddered, whole body giving that beautiful little jolt you knew so well. like you flipped one of his many switches.

“y-yes, oh god yes” he whimpered. “let them see. let them know how pathetic i am for you. please—please jus’ touch me ma’am i’ll be a good’n—”

you slapped him. open palm, fast, just hard enough across the cheek to make his knees buckle. his cock jumped.

“such a needy boy i have hm?” you snarled. “i oughta jus’ leave you right here—tied up, dick out, n’ let some stranger find you and use you like the cumdump you are.”

he whined like a mutt. so snimalistic, like he was being denied such a treat. “n-no ma’am i only want you, only wan’ you to fuck— to use me” his knees hit dirt. “nobody else” you didn’t stop him. just stepped forward and let your fingers tangle in his dark waves again.

“open that mouth,” you said, “tongue out. don’t speak.”

you spit.

right onto his tongue.

and quickly, he swallowed. moaned while doing it at that. god he thought he was gonna cum all over the foliage that littered the dirt.

“such a good one i have” you crooned, giving him pets on his head like the little pet he was. “i better give him something nice shouldn’t i?” quickly nodding his head in agreement before he knew it, you put your back to the bark of the tree and shoved your bare pussy onto his face; throwing one leg over his shoulder for support.

hands tangled in his hair—yanking, pulling his curly head tight against you until his nose was practically crushed against your clit, until he choked on your slick and still moaned like the depraved thing he was.

“fucking louder,” you hissed, grinding down on his face, slick already running down his jaw. “don’t stop ‘til you’ve drowned in it.”

and he fucking tried.

god, did he try.

his tongue worked like this was his last meal—long, thick, slow at first, then fast and frantic, switching between flattening and flicking as you tugged on his hair harder. you rode his face like a bitch in heat who deserved to cum again and again with your whimpering little vampire slut gargling your pussy under moonlight.

“mmph— y-your taste— fuck” he gasped between licks, drool pouring down his chin. “so good, so so good—gods— wanna live down here—j-jus’l let me please”

he whimpered, licked faster.

your thighs were already shaking, cunt dripping all over his tongue, his chin, his chest. he didn’t care, in fact you both didn’t . you both fucking loved it. loved the mess. loved the taste. his deep lust filled red eyes rolled up every time your pussy pulsed on his tongue like it owned him.

“you’re getting me wet enough, it’s like you want me to drown you, slut,” you muttered, nails digging into the back of his neck. he groaned like a whore, latched on, sucking at your clit until your legs locked and your body jerked like you’d been hit with lightning, squirting, hard. the first orgasm slammed into you like a freight train—your juices splashing against his face, coating him.

remmick’s head snapped back, stunned, mouth open—and you saw it—your cum dripping down his chin, his tongue out, his eyes wild.

“t-thank you—oh fuck—please—can i have more?” he begged, already diving back in. “please i want it—i want to drink you ‘til i drown—please—”

you shoved his face back into your cunt. hard and he licked and sucked like a man possessed.

sloppy now. filthy. tongue thrusting into your pussy while his nose rubbed against your clit. you were practically riding his face if you weren’t before, your hips grinding down mercilessly, soaking him, using him. he whimpered into your folds, moaning against your skin, sending vibrations through your cunt that made you twitch.

you leaned back against the tree, spreading your thighs even wider, smearing your slick all over his cheeks, his nose, his tongue.

“you’re eating my shit like it’s dessert, you nasty little mutt.”

he moaned at your names, he always got off to them, it was funny really.

“you like being out here? where anyone could walk by n’ see what a good little pussylicker you are?”

be fucking whimpered. tounge buried deep inside your hole, his cock hard and twitching untouched in his pants, dripping with need—but he didn’t care, neither did you at the time. he didn’t need to cum. not when he was getting a treat like this.

“i—i love it,” he panted between sucks. “wan’ them to see. i want them to hear how wet you get when i eat your pussy—how desperate i am for you please”

he moaned like a dying thing, so fucking needy for more of your slick. you gripped the bark behind you, leaning back, grinding your cunt down over and over and before you knew it you squirted again. right into his mouth. another orgasm ripped through you and you screamed his name into the dark. 

he swallowed and whined, basically cried out like it was his last wish come true.

“y’ so fucking filthy,” you gasped, twitching, grinding one last time before sliding off his face to get the best look at it. just seeing him all wet glistening in the dark with your slick. “look at you. fucking soaked.” his hair was matted and messy from your tight grip. mouth agape with drool and cum dripping from his lips, soaking into his pale chest. he looked so broken, so ruined all whilst grinning like a fucked out idiot.

“i-i’m hard,” he whispered. “please… let me cum?”

you stepped over him, foot pressing down, rubbing against his painfully hard cock—slow and cruel. “beg for it sugar.”

“o-oh god baby don’t make me— i wanna cum s’bad-“ 

“i don’t think you want it bad enough if you can’t beg anymore, might as well jus’ leave ya here frustrated n horny for someone else to take you—“

“n-no! i’m your filthy little fuckpet, only yours miss” he moaned, writhing under your foot. “your only pussy-drunk fucktoy. please let me cum. please—i’ll keep eating your pussy all night, i’ll do anything. swear—just please let me—please—” you didn’t let him finish or recover; you grabbed him by that ridiculous, now-soaked dusty blue shirt collar, and dragged him—half-crawling, breath hitching with every stumble—through the trees toward the edge of the clearing.

remmick’s face was still slick with your cum. eyes glassy. lips red and raw, twitching with every pant. he looked like a fucking wreck, and you couldn’t have been more proud of what you did to.

the bench came into view. slightly rusted, cracked wood,, perfect.

you shoved him down onto it and re-tied his suspenders on his wrists. he gasped as you quickly pulled his pants and sat him on the bench thighs trembling, cock slapping against his stomach, still painfully hard from eating your pussy. 

“wanna give anyone passing a good show,” you hissed, voice right at his ear. “you think anyone walking past will enjoy seeing your slutty ass get fucked on a park bench like a needy street slut?”

“y-yes,” he moaned. “i—i hope they do.”

you didn’t even pull your slick panties off—just shoved them to the side as you straddled him. your pussy soaked with saliva and slick, lips swollen and hungry for more. his cock throbbed under you, the head angry red, twitching at the mere heat of your cunt hovering above it.

he moaned. gritted his teeth. tried not to buck his hips. failed.

“don’t tease me like this baby. please—please ride me,” he begged, desperate. literally shaking. “i’ll be as loud or as quiet. i’ll be good. i’ll take it—slow or fast—i don’t care—just please.”

cutting him off you slid down, inch by fucking inch, painfully slow just to make him desprate enough.

his cock stretched you open slow, burning, dragging against every pulse point inside you as you dropped down until your hips met his and your cunt swallowed him whole.

“fuuuuck,” he whimpered, head rolling back. “thank you, thank you so much, i—fuck— gonna cum already—!”

you slapped him again. “best you not do that, you know better don’t you?” nodding his head in utter compliance “y-yes’m”

and you started to move once more, ever so slow and cruel.

grinding circles with your hips, then rising just a little, letting his cock almost slip free, before dropping back down and tightening around him like a vice. you leaned forward, lips brushing his, not kissing—teasing.

“hmm this the first time someone’s ever made you feel this way, remmick?” you purred, teeth nipping at his lower lip. “or you just get off on being used like some fuckdoll in public?”

“b-both,” he choked out, eyes fluttering shut, then flying open again when your cunt clenched around him.

you started riding him harder. the pace still fucking agonizing for his taste he whined further little ‘please’s.

every time his cock twitched like he was close, you stopped. ground your hips in a slow circle, rolling your clit against his stomach just to fuck with him. you teased him with your lips—licking at the seam of his mouth, nipping his tongue, sucking his bottom lip into your teeth. and he just took it. wrists bound, body shaking, tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the sheer, aching pressure of not being allowed to cum.

“mm you makin’ so much noise,” you whispered, licking along his throat. “you must really wanna attract people to watch us, huh?”

“y-yes,” he moaned, hips jerking, breath ragged. “please—please let them—please don’t stop—please—fuck—”

your teeth sank into his neck. not hard enough to pierce like his teeth could. just enough to mark. you rode as much as you possibly could. the bench creaked. your thighs slapped down against his, your cunt clenching tighter, wetter. you were close, so close and he felt it, felt you tightening around him, rhythm breaking, your moans starting to match his.

“cum with me,” you ordered, hand on his throat now, squeezing. “wanna feel you twitching inside me while i drench your cock.”

through his whiny voice he pleaded “y-yes—yes—oh gods, please, please, please—”

you kissed him. finally. deep. wet. tongues clashing, teeth scraping, spit running down both your chins. you fucked him so hard the bench rocked. and when you came—when that fucking orgasm slammed into your spine and made your pussy clamp around him like a fist— he lost it and then he came, hard.

his whole body jerked, hips bucking, arms straining against the bonds. he sobbed into your mouth, cock throbbing, bottoming out hot cum deep inside your cunt as you both writhed together, panting, moaning, completely exposed.

and maybe someone saw, hopefully they saw.

hopefully they stood just off the path, frozen, watching as this pathetic excuse for hat was supposed to make for a threatening vampire got milked dry in the dark with a fistfull of his hair being pulled and teeth marks on his throat.

you didn’t care, you ground your hips one more time, slow, dragging his oversensitive cock deeper into your still-quivering cunt.

“nasty thing, you still hard?” you whispered into his mouth. “don’t worry we’re not leaving this bench until you pass out.”

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a/n: my clark ken nsfw lowkey flopped so i’ll be trying at it again next week. IN OTHER NEWS! please suggest some more stuff to write about, i will be posting my hades!remmick x persephone!reader series in the days to come so be aware for that. i just have to do A LOTT of research :)))

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@jimmys-tiara @dolleciita @r3mmick @budgiefeatherboa @flixpii @redhairedgardenfairy

[bereft-of-frogs]

I’m re-listening to the battle of Jedha audio while doing boring stuff like waiting for my sandwich to be ready at the cafe, boring work tasks, etc (and waiting for my audiobook listening hours/credits to reset on Spotify/libro.fm) and

the part where Silandra is like ‘we should check our biases and not just be suspicious of the Path of the Open Hand just because we disagree with them and they’ve been critical of the Order’ when the listener knows they’ve already killed two Jedi and then it immediately cuts to the mother planning to release the Leveller into the holy city I—

[bnnysweets]

POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME

sevika x bimbo!reader

♡ ྀི au masterlist

author’s note: english is not my first language. this is so short sorry :(

warnings: reader has bad past relationships. they’re the cutest! sevika is so so so soft. reader is called sweetheart.

sevika invited you to a proper date, one she knew you would dress up nicely, she was praying that you would wear a miniskirt. when you arrived sevika was already at the table, the establishment was just the right place, pretty tidy but nothing too fancy. when you sat down sevika shook her head disapproving, “what’s wrong sev?”, you looked at her with a bit of fear behind your eyes, your mind already betraying you, flashing images of sevika getting mad at you. but before you could react, she spoke again: “why are you so far away from me?” she asked in a tone full with attitude. “well, usually, in dates we sit in front of each other.” you answered casually, “but this isn’t usual, this’s us. and i want you by my side.” you rolled your eyes playfully and sat beside her, “happy?”, she put her metal hand on your thigh and squeezed a little, just a demonstration of dominance laced with care, “very happy.” she flashed you a smile that reminded you of a hyena’s smirk.

you talked her ear off, the waiter thinking that sevika’s ears were about to fall off because anytime he would come near your table he was able to hear your voice, but you couldn’t hide how excited you were to talk to sevika. you were always talkative but everyone always called you annoying, so you just got used to stay silent, but when you were able to find someone who would listen to your random knowledge about marine creatures and drama in the makeup world without appearing being irritated, you always let yourself go. sevika was just happy to listen to you, knowing more about you. you were more than a pretty face and a gorgeous body, you also had a pure heart, sevika could sense that from far.

when you went outside of the restaurant, after the delicious dinner, you finally saw sevika’s look properly. she was wearing black cargo pants with a tight black shirt, the type that makes her arms look even more massive, and now she was wearing a black leather jacket, she looked scrumptious, fucking delectable. you both agreed to walk around the lake near there, sevika just wanted a excuse to have you on her arms, so there you were; holding into her middle and she with her prosthetic arm on your waist, you could feel her metal fingers hugging you because of your exposed skin. you two stayed silent for a little while when you broke it, “don’t you want to fuck me sev?” you asked and she almost choked, widening her eyes “w-what?!” you two stopped walking and you positioned yourself in front of her, holding her hand, “i mean, you didn’t made any inappropriate joke about wanting something from me and you didn’t tried to touch me too much or kiss me, and you asked me to walk around the lake and not to go to your place, like, don’t you think i’m hot?”, sevika was with her mouth opened, totally stunned. “of course i’m think you’re hot, like, it’s not open to debate, but i just don’t want to have sex with you, i want to know you.” she said a little unsure of herself but this uneasy feeling went away when you hugged her abruptly, at first her arms were up but she lowered them around you and rested her head on yours “thanks sev, i think you’re the first person that say this to me, you’re a sweetheart.” she smiled and kissed your head “first: you deserve so much better, better than a one night stand or be just a fuck buddie and second: don’t you ever call me sweetheart again, sweetheart.” you both giggled and continued your path around the lake, now more squeezed together. that night you felt your heart dance with love. and sevika felt hers tighten.

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[majikkulu]

✿ PILE ONE .ᐟ ౨ৎ your  dark  feminine  is  not  here  to  play  nice.  she’s  that  voice  inside  you  whispering  say  it  anyway,  even  if  it  shakes  the  ground  beneath  you.  even  if  it  starts  a  fire.  you’ve  been  quiet  for  way  too  long,  biting  your  tongue  to  keep  the  peace,  shrinking  yourself  to  fit  into  spaces  that  never  really  felt  like  home.  you  weren’t  made  to  be  silent.  your  voice,  your  thoughts  and  your  truth  are  power.  raw,  untamed,  bold  power.  maybe  expressing  yourself  doesn’t  come  easy.  maybe  anger  feels  too  loud,  too  messy.  but  that’s  the  point.  it  should  be  loud.  it  should  crack  walls  and  shake  the  room  a  little.  it’s  about  how  you  speak,  how  you  think,  how  you  claim  your  space  in  every  damn  conversation.  you’re  being  called  to  stop  filtering  yourself  for  comfort.  stop  watering  down  your  ideas  just  so  they’re  easier  to  swallow.  stop  picking  silence  over  self.  you’ve  been  through  some  stuff.  betrayal.  manipulation.  people  who  should’ve  protected  you  choosing  control  instead.  and  now  your  dark  feminine  wants  you  to  take  it  back.  all  of  it.  your  voice.  your  fire.  your  damn  life.  you  don’t  need  to  be  soft  to  be  worthy.  you  don’t  need  to  be  liked  to  be  heard.  let  them  flinch.  let  them  feel  the  heat.  you  weren’t  made  to  tiptoe.  be  unforgettable.  the  right  people  will  love  you  anyways. 

✿ PILE TWO .ᐟ ౨ৎ your  dark  feminine  is  gently  reminding  you  that  you  are  the  moon.  you  light  up  the  path  just  by  being,  even  in  the  darkest  places.  you're  not  just  important,  you're  sacred.  your  emotions,  your  dreams,  your  soft  little  whispers  of  intuition?  they  matter.  they  always  have.  she  doesn’t  yell.  she  doesn’t  push.  she  speaks  in  quiet  nudges,  in  the  stillness,  in  that  little  feeling  you  get  in  your  chest  when  something’s  off.  listen  to  that.  honor  that.  she’s  tired  of  watching  you  try  to  be  perfect  all  the  time.  she’s  like,  queen…  stop  fixing  people  who  don't  want  to  be  fixed.  stop  overthinking  every  little  thing.  your  feelings  don’t  need  to  be  productive  or  polished.  they  don’t  need  a  purpose.  they  just  need  to  be.  let  them.  you’re  allowed  to  rest.  to  fall  apart.  to  be  soft  and  tender  and  messy.  you  don’t  always  have  to  be  defending  yourself  or  staying  strong.  the  weight  you’ve  been  carrying,  you  can  put  it  down  now.  your  dark  feminine  wants  to  teach  you  softness  without  losing  your  power.  she’s  the  one  who  got  you  through  the  hardest  parts.  who  showed  you  how  to  survive  without  comfort.  it’s  safe  to  come  back  to  comfort.  to  claim  peace  without  feeling  guilty.  you  feel  deeply,  and  that’s  not  a  weakness.  just  take  care  of  you.  and  don’t  pour  all  that  beauty  and  energy  into  people  who  won’t  hold  it  gently.  you  deserve  more  than  that.  always.

✿ PILE THREE .ᐟ ౨ৎ your  dark  feminine  speaks  in  silence,  in  glances,  in  that  electric  feeling  people  get  when  you  walk  into  a  room.  even  when  you  can’t  see  it,  she’s  whispering  that  you  are  beautiful.  not  the  kind  of  beauty  you  chase  but  it’s  the  kind  that  just  is.  you  don’t  need  to  try.  you  already  turn  heads  without  meaning  to.  your  presence  is  art.  you’ve  got  charm  that  isn't  calculated  or  fake.  charm  isn’t  manipulation.  it’s  simply  the  way  your  soul  moves  through  the  world.  i  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  you’ve  got  lilith  or  something  spicy  in  your  first  house.  balance  doesn’t  mean  disappearing  to  keep  the  peace.  it’s  about  knowing  when  to  flow  and  when  to  snap  the  damn  mirror  in  half.  stop  thinking  you  have  to  please  everyone.  you  don’t  need  to  raise  your  voice  to  be  powerful.  you  don’t  have  to  armor  up  to  be  strong.  you’re  not  imagining  things.  you’re  intuitive.  you  pick  up  on  everything.  you  know.  your  body,  your  presence,  your  energy  is  everything.  stop  acting  or  trying  to  be  “nice”  just  to  make  others  comfortable.  stop  giving  your  softness  to  those  who  haven’t  earned  it.  let  the  world  feel  you.  let  people  feel  the  full  force  of  your  energy.  you  don’t  owe  anyone  access  to  your  spirit  just  because  they  smile  at  you.  be  stunning,  but  don’t  spill  your  soul  for  free.  love  your  appearance,  but  know  it’s  just  one  layer  of  your  magic.  you  weren’t  made  to  drain  yourself  for  others’  comfort.  you  were  made  to  glow  on  your  own  terms.

[pikapitou]

wip day of the week

@semperama tagged me!!! this is also from presumed deaddie buck-in-texas which again I don't know if I'll ever finish bc my characterisation and s8 characterisation have diverged like a path in the woods. anyway! @tallsinspace and @effervescentwolf if you wanna post anythingggg.

Sophia’s gaze slants sharply away, casting a glare across the whole party behind them; Helena, and Ramon, and all their relatives and not-really gathered in little groups in the sun. Him and Sophia, in the shadows of the house. She looks back to Buck, an all-encompassing anger throwing sparks and just happening to burn him. “Can you please just tell me the truth?”

Pin-prick defensiveness, the innate urge inside of Buck to step in front of the door whenever anyone else reaches for it. But she already knows. She knows, at least, that there's something to know. The same thing you keep bumping into, over and over in the dark; the bruises to show for it. Wanting just for Eddie to tell you what it was, but instead he’d turn on the lights and pretend that nothing was there.

He’d lied, when he told Sophia he’d heard about her. He hadn’t—not really. Everything he knew came from off-hand mentions spanning seven whole years, stories that he painstakingly weaved together to figure out that Eddie had practically raised his little sisters, like Maddie had raised him. The kind of realisation that should've been a surprise, but just hurt to think about instead. Eddie’s little sisters that he didn’t talk to anymore.

The proof stands across from him right now, the kind of guess you don't want to come true; Sophia's been missing Eddie for a very long time. Longer, still, than this nightmare.

"Eddie and I,” he draws in a breath, then keeps going. “We met the day he started at the 118, which was—Jesus. Seven years ago, now. And, and I thought he was just..." he trails off, feeling something he hasn't in a while. Warm inside. “So annoying,” he laughs. Sophia actually rears back a little, blinking. The fire in her eyes beginning to glow. 

Buck grins, "but it was only 'cause he was like, the coolest, most capable,” he ducks his head, tongue against teeth, “hottest guy I've ever met, and obviously I was like, this guy's gotta be kidding, right? Nobody's actually that perfect." He's gesturing now; realises only when Sophia's gaze flickers down to his hands then back up. "But—Eddie is. He still is. It's been seven years and he's still—" he has to cut himself off, swallowing hard.

His eyes find him without meaning to. Sitting on the dry edge of the pool, lit up by the sun, Chris and his cousins don’t have their heads bowed in adolescent seriousness like earlier. They’re laughing.

"And then I met his kid," Buck says, air filling his lungs again.  

When he looks back to Sophia, she's watching him, just as quiet and even more intense. But it doesn't scare him anymore. He knows, now, what she's looking for—the pieces of Eddie he has that she doesn't, memories like shards of clear crystal. A prism that could catch the light and turn it into colour.

"And I knew that," he says, "for the rest of my life, I just wanted to make things easy for them. As easy as they could get. Because that's what they deserve, and because"—his heart skips, but he holds her gaze—"they're my family. So, that's. That's who I am." 

Sophia exhales, shaky, like she'd forgotten to breathe. 

"It's nice to meet you," she whispers; eyes, finally, gleaming a little with tears.

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

one piece drabble | zosan | pride kisses 2025 challenge

{KISS WITH A FIST}

It’s not as though anyone is worried that Luffy won’t wake up after his fight with Crocodile; but it is unusual for him to stay down this long, and by the second day of Luffy being unconscious they can’t help being a little tense because of it. 

Each of the crew chooses to deal with this in their own way; Vivi and Chopper sit vigil by Luffy’s bedside, Nami makes use of the palace library to update her maps, and Usopp makes some badly needed repairs to the Merry. Sanji’s plan is to cook while Zoro’s is to train and meditate, but somewhere along the way their paths wind up crossing, and with both of them already on edge, it doesn’t take much for things to tip over into a fight.

In truth, Zoro’s not even sure what started it. All he remembers is snarky comments that quickly turned into heated insults and then threats of violence, and before he knew it, he and the cook had come to blows. That isn’t unusual. Nor is the thought that Zoro has when he catches sight of the furious expression on Sanji’s face right before he lets off a series of roundhouse kicks, which is: He’s hot when he’s angry. 

What is unusual is the part where, instead of putting that thought aside to consider and then discard later like he usually does (because Zoro’s not stupid; he knows Sanji is as straight as they come and that trying to hit on him can only end on abject disaster), Zoro lets the momentum of it carry him into grabbing Sanji by the face and kissing him. He doesn’t even fully understand why he does it; only that by the time Zoro realizes what’s happening, it’s already too late.

Stunned and furious with himself, Zoro braces for the undoubtedly brutal retaliation Sanji is about to unleash—not even intending to fight it, because he definitely deserves whatever’s coming for trying to pull such an objectively stupid stunt. In fact, Zoro’s so prepared for his inevitable ass-kicking that it takes him several seconds to realize that not only is Sanji not beating the shit out of him, but he’s actively kissing Zoro back.

Which is… really not how Zoro thought that this particular scenario would go, even in his wildest dreams.

It isn’t a nice kiss, of course; more like a fight with mouths, swords and kicks swapped out for tongues and teeth, everything between them still as sharp and mean as ever. In essence, it’s exactly the kind of kiss that Zoro likes best; and with Sanji seemingly on board, he can’t help but get a little lost in it, licking greedily into the cook’s mouth and nipping at his bottom lip playfully, wondering just how long Sanji’s going to let him keep this up.

The answer is—until Zoro bites down a little too hard and accidentally draws blood, at which point Sanji wrenches himself away. For a few moments all he does is stare at Zoro, deep blue eyes blown wide while his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, no sounds coming out besides a garbled sort of groan. Zoro stares right back, breathing heavily and unable to help licking his lips. They taste like blood and cigarette smoke.

Then Sanji lets out a very loud, very heartfelt, “Fuck!” and Zoro barely has a chance to blink before the cook disappears.

That night, they avoid each other like the plague. The next day, Luffy wakes up, and a little while after that, they’re back on the Merry and sailing towards their next adventure. They don’t talk about it. Zoro’s a little disappointed, but unsurprised; after all, Sanji is still as straight as they come, and a single kiss isn’t going to change that. He chalks the incident up to a mutual lapse in judgement and resolves not to dwell on it.

And then one night, while Sanji’s doing prep for the next day’s meals and Zoro’s finishing up the dishes, they get into it over something. Once again, Zoro isn’t sure what, but it follows pretty standard procedure, going from bickering to argument to full blown fight, just like normal.

And then, out of nowhere, Sanji kisses him.

Zoro kisses back. And this time, he doesn’t let Sanji run.

[monstrifex-art]

Howls in the Heights

Art and story by me, for the TF anthology Shifts from the Shelves.

Story:

Smoke hung in the air like an unanswered question. Between the blotchy wallpaper and the liquor-stained floorboards, the poker room couldn’t accurately be described as “nice.” But Donovan owed me a favor, so for the time being this space in the back of his bar was mine. The faint music of a jazz combo leaked under the door, distant and a little sad. I stretched, twine running through my fingers as I looped it around the tack pinning a balding man’s mug-shot to the wall.

“That one’s kind of handsome,” Rita mused from behind me.

I scoffed and shot a glance over my shoulder. Rita stood close enough that I could smell her perfume. She was watching me map my thoughts on the wall with casual amusement, her dark eyes skimming lightly over the collection of newspaper clippings and photographs.

“Maybe he was. But he’s not looking so good anymore.” I uncapped a pen and drew a large red X over his face. “Handyman Wharton was a real piece of work. But no one deserves to die like that. These murders… in all my years of investigating, I’ve never seen anything like them.”

“Mmm, sounds to me like he had it coming,” she breathed as she leaned her chin on my shoulder. Rita was beautiful in a way that made it hard to think straight. She had wavy hair that fell like a black curtain on one side of her face, eyelids and lips done up in a matching smoky coal. Tonight she wore a cocktail dress that poured smoothly down her curves. The thin fabric left very little to the imagination.

Rita and I had crossed paths in a couple chance encounters over the last couple weeks. She had a habit of turning up just as things were getting interesting, and making just about everything a little more complicated. For some reason she seemed to take a shine to me. We’d started spending nights together, and she proved as enthusiastic between the sheets as she was on the dance floor. Maybe more so.

“I’m getting close,” I murmured softly. “All these bodies—there’s a pattern here. Crime barons, crooked cops… someone is making a power play for this city’s underworld. Whoever they are, they can’t hide from the truth.”

Rita slid off my back and glided over to the card table where she’d left her lighter. She sat, one leg crossed over the other, and took a long drag from the mouthpiece of her cigarette holder.

“I like watching you think, Detective. It’s like watching an old car struggle up a steep road.”

“This car still has some miles left in it,” I chuckled. “See here—Wharton was a regular at the Glass Eye. You remember, where we met at the craps table. And here, if my sources are right, Wharton was smuggling ammo for the Pinstripe gang. They’re based out of Turnstile, where you took me to see that boxing match. Hell, if I didn’t know any better Rita I’d say…”

Something cold ran down my spine. Old instincts flared to life, telling me I’d just stumbled into something big. My eyes flitted from headline to headshot, arcs of twine adding up in an intricate equation. My thoughts clicked like a typewriter, checking hunch against evidence, step-by-step. It was impossible but… the data points aligned. How could…

“Ahhh… starting to put the pieces together, are we, darling?” Rita’s voice found me from far away, as if I was at the bottom of a well. I turned to face her, limbs numb.

“You…”

She smiled, white teeth flashing in the smoky gloom. “Of course it was me, dear. It was all me. All along.”

“But… the bodies. They were torn apart. How did you…”

She laughed in that pitying little way she did when she knew something I didn’t. The melodic sound of it almost made me want to laugh with her.

“Mhmhmm aww, you still look so confused! Don’t worry sweet thing, this one is above your pay grade.” She stood with a little flourish, like a magician’s assistant. “Here. Perhaps a demonstration will make you understand.”

A part of my mind, not sure which, suddenly sounded alarm bells. An instinct to run pumped through me, made my heart beat fast and my perception sharpen. Rita was just standing there, but some awareness deep in my hindbrain was screaming danger. Predator. Flee.

I gritted my teeth. Not yet. Not when I was so close to the answer.

A shiver ran across Rita’s pale skin, starting at her back and working out to her limbs. I could see her hair stand on end. She stretched, luxuriating in the movement. Her lips parted, and a long sigh streamed from her throat like a release of pressurized air. “Hahhhh… You’re about to see who I really am, dearest.”

A quiet snapping noise, then another. Dozens of meaty clicks inside her like the sound of dislocating joints. Rita pitched forward, bending double in a violent motion that knocked the card table behind her slamming to the floor. She gasped, lurching upright with an ecstatic grin on her face. Her eyes! They had changed, darker around the edges and brighter in the middle. Her pupils reflected light like burning headlights. I couldn’t look away.

“All the rest, it’s an… affectation. Like a favorite dress that I wear around town.”

Her elbow-length gloves were starting to tear. I could see dark fur through the rips, black claws cutting neatly through the satin fingertips. She groaned, and I could hear the timbre of her voice roughening. Something cracked in her legs. Her feet shifted, pushing her taller inch by inch as they extended into long sinewy paws.

Her dress clung tightly to her curves as her frame broadened. The cloth strained, her collar line deepening as the flesh of her shoulders and chest rippled with new bulk. I could see her nipples pressing through the black cloth, erect with sensation.

She gestured to the dress, to her glittering necklace and sheer stockings. “This, all these pretty things. It used to be me… Gruuhh.” Her voice faltered as an involuntary growl rattled through her. She smiled sweetly, regaining her composure. “But not anymore.”

The fabric gave with a loud tearing noise as a large tail, black and shaggy, thrust out behind her. She took a few balancing steps forward, then reached up to brush the hair out of her face with one clawed hand. Her breathing was coming deep and heavy now, hot fog mingling with smoke in curls around her smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling. I do love our little song-and-dances. Being the stunning vision on your arm is a treat! But the real me can’t dazzle a cocktail party in quite the same way.”

She grimaced, and I could see her teeth lengthening into interlocking fangs. Fur crept down her face, pressing in at the edges of her cheeks and trailing down her nose.

She blinked and stared deep into me with those burning eyes. “I clean up pretty nice, wouldn’t you say? I certainly had you fooled!” She cackled with a wild abandon that approached madness.

Her shaking laughter choked off into gasps as she convulsed with another surge of growth. The wet sounds of her bones rearranging were almost drowned out by the noise of her widening hips and shoulders finally tearing her dress to ribbons. I could just see her face masked in shadow, distorting and stretching as her mouth extended into a snout full of pointed lupine teeth. Rivulets of saliva dripped from her black lips.

I stumbled away instinctively, felt the pins of my map wall dig into my back. Stray clues drifted to the floor like leaves. I could feel my cheeks burning hot as I tried to look away, but I couldn’t pull my eyes from her nakedness as it was torn free before me.

Between gasping breaths, she laughed violently. “YOUR FACE!” she snarled, muzzle curling into a feral grin. “You weren’t this SHY when we MADE LOVE LAST NIGHT!”

She was right, of course. I had seen every inch of her in our evenings together. But there was something about seeing her this way—it was rawer, deeper, more intimate and carnal. I was enraptured with a fascination that had never possessed me during our previous dalliances. I couldn’t understand it. I was hopelessly lost in the rhythm of her shifting flesh. Why? The scene before me was horrific, so why was I feeling this way?

“You’re… I just… I…” I stammered, struggling to put words in order.

“You still WANT me, DON’T YOU?” She was shouting now. “I can smell your desire… What is it you always say? YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM THE TRUTH, DETECTIVE!”

That was it. I was more attracted to her now than I ever had been before. What was wrong with me? Why did my heart feel like it was about to pound its way out of my chest? I shut my eyes, turning away with a strangled cry.

“I don’t understand! Please… I can’t, I don’t…”

“LOOK AT ME, DARLING.”

I blinked toward her, seeing only blurred glimpses. I saw the fur bristling from muscle-laden thighs, the tattered sweat-soaked remnants of her dress stretched over her rippling abdominals. God, parts of her were still so human. She wasn’t an animal or a person - she was something monstrous in-between. She was a terrifying beast, but she was still recognizably… her.

“LOOK AT ME!” she roared, and the room shook. I cried out, and opened my eyes to behold her entirely.

She was beautiful.

She was so beautiful it hurt.

I stepped toward her, and fell into her arms as she embraced me. We fell together to a gasping heap on the floor. We began anew, pressing ourselves into one another with bestial fervor.

The case would have to go on a little while longer.

[ogcalesgf]

windbreaker | umetsuba, high school sweethearts, yakuza x celebrity prompt!

this is like a manga love story thing, but i can’t get this out of my head once i thought of it !!!

ghosted by the love of his life at their graduation ceremony, tsubaki uses his feelings as his stepping stone to his success as a pop star. however, the path of artistry isn’t as flower and glittery as it seems. presently, as he was kidnapped by some perverted millionaire, tsubaki was saved by a familiar face that he never thought he’d see again.

his ex, umemiya hajime who is— now a yakuza leader?!??!

“haj- umemiya, what are you doing here?!” tsubaki frantically asked as ume unties his wrists.

“it’s nice to see you again, tasuku. you still look as dashing as ever.” umemiya promptly responded as he takes a good look at tsubaki’s state.

and boy does it get a reaction out of tsubaki. it was the same honest compliment that he used to hear from him.

ignoring his own heated cheeks, tsubaki rubbed his left wrist before asking again, “what are you doing here, ume?” eyes fixated on his purple-ish wrists. god, does it take his everything to not utter his former lover’s name again.

tsubaki doesn’t believe he has the right to. not anymore. not when umemiya hajime, his supporter, his first fan— his first love, has left him on their very graduation day.

it still haunts him to this day.

he waited for twelve hours at the school gate. still wearing his cap and gown, and with a few of his things in his bag. he was waiting for his one and only lover, hajime, to come pick him up. they have plans, he said.

but he never came.

oh heavens above, tsubaki didn’t notice his tears were already streaming down his cheeks. his state was already a mess, and probably add some beating that he got from earlier, and now he’s a sobbing mess. god he hates looking stupid. and pathetic.

“huh, uh, hey, tasuku—please don’t cry, love, i’m here now.” umemiya scrambled to get a handkerchief in his pants, handing it over to tasuku whose sobs got worse.

meanwhile, it took everything in ume to not hold his lover’s face and kiss him stupid. he misses his tasuku. so much.

he’s demoted to being “ume” again, but he’s determined to make it up to tasuku. to his tasuku. all the lost five years that he’s trying to get stronger, umemiya will show his tasuku how free they could become now that he’s achieved the strength that he needed to be with him.

alternatively, yakuza leader umemiya hajime has decided to make it known that tsubakino tasuku, the famous male popstar, is his’. all while making up all the lost time he sacrificed to his lover.

madness ensues. cue to tsubakino finally getting the answer he deserved to his “why?”s. tsubakino seeing the changes in ume because of the need to take the mantle from his adoptive old man. umemiya making tsubakino feel like they’re in high school again, and doing his best to prove his never-ending love for the man. and so many more!

bonus scene!!

around two years ago when tsubaki first debuted…

“have you gotten the goods, momose?” umemiya seriously asked momose, one of his devas who is more or less entrusted to handle the group’s resources.

“‘course boss! i had it handled. and i made it so that you’ll get what you want!” momose replied in a sinister tone.

“good.” umemiya sighed, leaning back on his chair.

a few hours later…

“momose?”

“none here, sir.”

“mizuki?”

“i’m afraid there’s also nothing with me, boss.”

“hiragi, what about you?”

“lucked out with a few to add into the collection, but the one you really want is not here.”

“should we punish them for sending a defective products, sir?” momose asked, annoyed.

“hmm, just wait a second, momose.”umemiya opened the last box in him, carefully taking the lid off, making sure that there’s no damage in it. as he took out the goods from the container, a wallet-sized card fell off; revealing a cutesy picture of the year’s rising star.

it was an ultra rare photo card of tsubaki, wearing his debut outfit, smiling happily and in a peace-sign pose. what’s more, is that it has his very own signature!!!!

“WE GOT IT!” umemiya shouted happily kissing the photocard in his hand.

hiragi sighed in relief.

the merch company will live another day.

may be due for a part two as well. i have so many ideas i want to incorporate in this, but please envision a vvv scary yakuza leader ume who acts like a big fluffy golden retriever around tsubaki. also as tsubaki’s number 1 sponsor, he “makes decision” for him (meaning: tsubaki is ultimately the one who decides for himself).

[lookingfts]

Dialogue Game - Prompts #15 and #16

#15 - “If I don’t say this now. I’ll always be stuck in this moment never being able to move forward” and “We were just kids, you know?” (Anonymous)

Anthony has very carefully arranged things so that he would never be alone. 

Every moment of his day has been at Siena’s side, or drinking with Ben, or listening to his mother fuss over last minute plans. All to avoid this exact moment - in a quiet room with his thoughts, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him.

He can’t breathe, he can’t - this isn’t how it’s supposed to feel. But he’s already gone so far down this road.

The door clicks open, and he straightens himself out. Maybe Ben with some hair of the dog. God knows he could use it.

Anthony turns, and whoever he expected to see - it isn’t her.

“Hey,” Kate says shyly, her arms crossed over her chest. She’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt - she’d declined his invitation to the wedding, which hurt but wasn’t surprising. But she’s there, in the back room at the chapel, and he knows what this is.

A goodbye.

“I just wanted to see you,” she presses on when he doesn’t say anything. Always so brave, always so willing to step onto the ledge while he shrinks back. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” Anthony says dryly, almost bitterly. He’s so overcome with the desire to grab Kate and kiss her, take her right here against the wall. It’s been so long since he’s tasted her, since he’s felt her, and it pains him to think he never will again. “You?”

Her eyes shine, but she steps forward, her hands smoothing over his lapels. “You look nice.” The tension that has always strung between them remains, tinged with nostalgia and something else that he still can’t name, after all this time. “It’ll be good, Ant. This is a good thing.”

The words are hollow, and they both know it, but they’re good at pretending. It’s all they’ve ever done, with the world, with their families, with each other. “Why are you here?” he asks quietly. He has to know. Even if it will just slice deeper, he has to know.

Kate tugs at his collar once before letting go. “I’m not here to ask for anything,” she says, shaky but determined. He has always been in awe of her strength, trying desperately to steal it for himself. “What happened with us - we were just kids, you know? And I don’t know if it was ever…real, for you. I don’t know if we were in any shape for anything real.”

Two people drowning in grief, stepping into adulthood before their time. Burning everything and everyone in their path. Maybe if it hadn’t happened the way it did, they could have supported each other. Staggered their heartache. But the timing was never on their side.

“It was real.” That’s all he says, and all he needs to say. Kate nods, something solidifying in her expression, growing more resolved.

“If I don’t say this now, I’ll always be stuck in this moment, never able to move forward.” Anthony envies that she thinks she can leave this moment behind. He’s not sure he ever will. Even as it’s happening, he thinks he’ll encase this moment in amber and look back on it as the moment that his life could have been different. “I know we fucked it up, but it meant everything to me. You still mean so much to me, and you always will. Maybe it’s really selfish to tell you this before you walk down the aisle to her, I don’t…I don’t know. I’ve just spent so long acting like nothing mattered, and I didn't want you to think that you never mattered. You deserved to know.”

Kate exhales, a weight lifted, standing on her toes to kiss him. It’s quick and rough, and over before Anthony can properly return it. 

“Good luck,” she says hurriedly, wiping her face, and she’s gone when he blinks.

And Anthony thinks he’ll never be alone with his thoughts again. Because Kate will always be haunting him.

#16 - “Do you know how scared I was?” (Anonymous)

Anthony is head-to-toe trembling when he reaches the room where his wife is - according to her text. Logically, he knows she’s okay, but he doesn’t quite let himself believe it until she’s in front of him. Her ponytail is a little askew and she looks tired, and her ankle is bandaged, but she’s okay.

“Kate,” he breathes, and she’s already reaching for him as he scoops her up in his arms. He holds her so tightly, too tightly, but she doesn’t protest.

“I’m okay,” Kate whispers, and her voice calms something agitated in his chest. “Baby, I’m okay. I promise.”

“Do you know how scared I was?” He got the broad strokes from her message - that she went for a run and got dizzy and tripped on the sidewalk, and a good Samaritan waited with her until an ambulance arrived. “You haven’t been feeling well, why would you-?”

Her cheeks flush, and she looks down at her hands. All week, she’s been run down and a little nauseated. But that’s his wife - she hates to be weak, always pushing herself to overcome her own perceived shortcomings. “It was stupid, I’m sorry. I thought it might make me feel better to move, get outside. The last thing I wanted was to scare you.”

Anthony knows he’s a little more sensitive than most about things like this. After everything they’ve been through, he just doesn’t know what he’ll do if it’s not okay. If he loses the person he loves most in this world, again.

Taking his hands in both of hers, Kate looks up at him. “I have to tell you something.” He tenses, and she laughs quietly. “It’s not bad. Actually, it’s…”

Tears brim her eyes, and he doesn’t know how to feel. She’s telling him everything is fine, but she’s obviously emotional, and he doesn’t know if his heart can take any more terrifying news today.

“I, um, I told the nurse about how I’ve been feeling. And she had a hunch and…she ran a test.” A smile breaks on her face, and realization swells in his chest before his mind can properly wrap around it. “I wish I could tell you in some special way, but I can’t wait. I’m pregnant.”

It feels like ages before he comprehends what she’s saying, but his eyes are already wet. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And it’s healthy, we’re healthy, everything is okay, I just-.” She laughs thickly, and shakes her head. “Can you just kiss me, please?”

It’s barely a kiss, just their smiles pressing together, but Anthony already knows this will forever be one of his favorite memories.

[wulvercazz]

🐎Rescue in Centaur City🐎 - part 2

Previous~ 💕 This update is pretty small but the action gets going on the next one >:)c The written bit is below~

*Important side note; in this AU, centaurs life expectancy is about 140-160 years, but Chromo may end up living even longer due to being half pegasi💕

Thirteen can vaguely make out the edge of a heavy gate, in the awkward, downwards-looking position that they are; jumping about with every jump of the centaur carrying them. The earth had slowly given way to a rocky path, more structured as they approached, and then more centaurs were surrounding and welcoming them; the other taurs, not Blueberry and themself. Lifting their head as far as they could without straining too much, or falling off the taur’s rump, they caught sight of a huge city, with structures built in rock and wood and so large and spacious for centaurs of any size to comfortably move through. They’d catch the eye of other citizens, judging and cold, most of them, some uncaring and a few curious, but not enough to stare for long. Thirteen was finally pulled off and forced to stand when they left the more inhabited parts of the city and ventured into a darker, colder fortress; they pulled them along and into the prison of sorts, separated from Blueberry along the way. They almost didn’t notice their cell neighbour as the ropes were cut and the door was closed behind; but damn if it was nice to see his face. Thirteen’s face lit with relief as they threw themself against the bars, hanging from them to be as close as possible as they could to the taur they’ve come to call a good friend. “You’re ok! Chromo, I– was so worried when you didn’t come back! What’s going on? Why are you locked up here?!” Thirteen tried not to jumble their words as they came crashing out their lips, their legs giving till they kneeled on the floor and stared at Chromo expectantly, looking for some sense on how they’d get out of here together and in one piece. Chromo sighs heavily, his body calmly resting against the rocky wall and looking like he expected Thirteen to do something of this sort… but no less troubled. “I could ask you the same… I told you all to wait for me.” “And yet, you clearly need help.” Chromo raises a brow pointedly at Thirteen, clearly not in the position the ‘help’ any more than his tightly bound wings could, but quickly gives up the fight and looks away, “no one can help me.” “Did.. you do something…?” “I am here on several charges,” Chromo tries not to pay much mind at the tentative way that Thirteen asks this, like they’re afraid Chromo might actually deserve this. “I never intended to come back once I was allowed out, I simply expected that, as a half-breed, they wouldn’t go to such lengths to bring me back...”

“Half..?” “You don’t see many centaurs out and about, do you? They’re a closed off society, that only allows for heavily supervised trade and short travel allowance that’s… quite difficult to achieve. There are other centaur tribes and clans, but all just as guarded off and hidden. Interspecies relationships were only very recently allowed and… they’re still heavily policed, it’s complicated. I ended up growing up here and under their laws and so… I was called back both for overstaying outside the territory past my allowed time– and to enforce the law of obliged union that came into effect when I became fourty last month.” Thirteen’s squinting their eyes and forrowing their brow; their face pressed so tight to the bars as they try to make sense to everything he’s just said that they squish their cheeks comically, in a way that almost relieves Chromo of some of the weight of the situation. “Wait– ‘obliged union’?! What does that– does it mean– marriage?!” At last, Thirteen pushes away from the bars with surprise, two red lines imprinted on the sides of their face even as they keep that serious demeanour. It almost makes this sound all the more ridiculous to Chromo. “There’s nothing I can do about it.” “But– if you were– I know you don’t have like… someone you like right now, or that I know of– but what if you–” “The council already presented me an arranged union, as it’s law; they even promised to forget the unlawful overuse of travel permits charge if I complied. I said no, Thirteen.” “So you– you’ll just stay in this cell forever?” “Not forever,” Chromo doesn’t allow Thirteen to bask too long on relief before he adds, as nonchalant as describing the weather; “I’m being executed.”

>:)c cliff hangeerr✨

[moralofallthestories]

CK s6 part1 spoilers‼️

This is going to be mostly my rant on ep5 and some plots from the previous episodes

- My heart BREAKS for Tory, it’s like the writers just decided to add more on top of the misery from her story last season. S5 the girl broke up with someone she loves and cares about for Kreese’s plan, ended up hurting herself badly and had no one by her side the entire season, and now they just decided to kill off her mom just when her life is starting to get better. What did she do to deserve this??

- Look how quickly Daniel and Johnny moved on to Hawk for their selections literally after they all learned about Tory’s mother’s death, like if you both are such good senseis, wouldn’t it be nice to actually give a shit about Tory and her grief?? Instead of making if about yourself, how about we actually go console her and making sure she’s okay or at least be there? Both of them are such bad mentors for the kids, first is how they handled Kenny’s situation after he got humiliated with the accident, Johnny only spoke up when he’s fighting for Devon and Daniel rlly favors his kids than his other students. If any of these two even showed the same attention and support to Kenny and Tory, I’m sure neither of them would actually quit Miyagi-Do so quickly on the spot. Some sensei they really are huh.

- Robby my man, I get that going to the Sekai Taikai is important for you but are you really gonna do nothing after your girlfriend’s meltdown about her mother’s death? At this point this show’s writing is so bad I don’t wanna hear about any “they probably did this off-screen” kinda bullshit no more. I swear if part 2 has any point of showing him standing on the moral high ground accusing Tory of switching sides like what he did to her in s5 imma riot, cancel my Netflix subscription along with my family plan :))

- Based on s5 and what we’ve seen so far, my headcanon for Robby & Tory is that he’s the one that usually texts her first and he texts more but she’s not good with it, she’s not good with expressing her emotions either so sooner or later they’re gonna face this communication problem in the relationship (of which the problem was clearly shown before in s5 when they “broke up”)

- While the privileged kids talking about their top colleges and applications, what Robby and Tory had was the Sekai Taikai - underdogs in the top 4

- Devon, my girl…not a good decision…why you choose to go on that path

- I can never like Anthony he really gets on my nerves

- Bad writing with all those conflicts overall, hated how they handled Kenny’s character especially trying to embarrassing him for the flag fight. I was hoping to see him and his brother in more action but you can never expect too much from Cobra Kai writers I guess

- The baby storyline continues…the most boring and unnecessary storyline that ruins Johnny’s character as a father and a sensei

- CK really has this type of half assed writing throughout all seasons why am I surprised lmao

The good part:

- Sam & Tory’s reconciliation and their apologies to each other, the sleepover pillow fight was so cute and I love seeing both of them are so done with Johnny’s instigating

- Robby and Tory’s promise of standing together

- How Robby found himself & his confidence again after seeing Tory showed up, this is what partners influence each other

- Robby & Tory’s little nod to each other whenever one of them is fighting someone else, no words but it means so much more

- Johnny & Mike’s fight - it has to be purely a fan service kinda fight but I’ll take it

- Hawk & Demitri’s fight, unnecessary but it surely was entertaining

- Kyler’s redemption, I’m actually happy they didn’t give him a glamorous redemption and try to change him completely to let him join Miyagi-Do, it’s nice to see that his frat boy personality is still there

- Kwon’s fighting skills are some real deal

[socialfakes]

the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 4; part 5: fools in love

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

luke hughes x fem!reader

the masterlist

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lhughes_06 i love you too ❤

bboeser congratulations on finally going public. you guys have such a solid relationship and it’s only going to get stronger as you get older ❤

user03 wow i love this

nicohischier honestly glad it’s always been him. he treats you exactly how you deserve to be treated and if that’s not the true definition of a ‘perfect boyfriend’ then i don’t know what is 😊  | yourinstagram ❤

_quinnhughes now aren’t you glad we got you back home? 😊❤  | yourinstagram absolutely ❤  luke is my home 🥰

user12 so glad someone loves luke as much as the fans do 😊

elblue6 my babies ❤

trevorzegras you managed to hook all the brothers on your line at some point, huh? respect 😉  | trevorzegras but in all seriousness, congratulations to the both of you. the journey to where you are now was far from perfect but you managed to get there and hopefully you’ll stay on that path for the rest of your lives ❤  | yourinstagram that’s the plan trev 😊

user07 can we get some context to the pictures? please?  | yourinstagram of course! first pic: the dinner where he asked me to be his girlfriend, second pic: us goofing off one night a while ago, third pic: a very recent kiss we shared & probably one of my favorites, fourth pic: the most gentleman thing luke offered to do was tie my shoe even though i can do it myself, fifth pic: thought we needed a random kiss pic, last pic: we were at a park and luke decided he needed a nap. he looks so cute, don’t you think? 😊

jackhughes picture perfect couple. so glad you finally posted about it. was starting to feel like i had to do it myself 😂

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jamie.drysdale the goofiest and also sweetest couple i have ever known 😊

jackhughes remember the rule, luke. break her heart and you’ll have to deal with me and quinn 😏  | lhughes_06 luckily i don’t plan on breaking her heart 👍🏻 besides, i am not scared of you. quinn maybe but not you 😂

trevorzegras the luckiest dude alive honestly 😏  | yourinstagram right? 😉

user12 i really love seeing this 😊

colecaufield was actually not expecting this but i love it

edwards.73 you guys are such a perfect couple

bboeser love this a lot. never seen either of you so happy before 😊

_quinnhughes you’ve got the best girlfriend ever so if you screw this up, i will never forgive you 😏

user04 the boys being incredibly protective of y/n makes me wish i knew someone like them 😔 they’re perfect

elblue6 soulmates 🥰

user08 so luke how did you finally make it official? we need to know  | lhughes_06 it’s a long story  | yourinstagram when i got back from vancouver, he made me a nice romantic dinner and he got me a ring i've been wanting forever. then he made a big speech about how much he loved me and he started rambling so i shut him up with a kiss and then he asked me 😊  | user08 awe so cute 😊

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_quinnhughes they’ve always been super close so it can’t really be a surprise that this happened 😊

lhughes_06 in our defense, it was the first time in a while we had actually been able to see each other. i was not about to let the opportunity pass me by again ❤

edwards.73 they’re lucky they’re a cute couple

nicohischier 😊

trevorzegras if they weren’t such a cute couple, i would hate how lovey-dovey they are 😊

colecaufield this was the trip that you broke up with julia, wasn’t it?  | jackhughes yes. couldn’t stand her hating on my best friend anymore. had to be done  | yourinstagram oh so i'm your best friend now? how sweet 🥺🥰  | jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised. you've known this forever 🙄

user13 and people ask me why my standards are so high. i mean you broke up with your girlfriend because she didn’t like y/n, both you and quinn as well as a few other hockey boys are so protective of y/n and have threatened to kick luke’s ass if he hurts her, and luke does anything for her. she deserves happiness and you guys are doing everything you possibly can to make sure she feels loved. And that is why my standards are so high ❤  | yourinstagram they just do what any guy is supposed to do when they care. if nobody can show you that same amount of love, then they don’t deserve you. you deserve happiness too, love 😊❤

user09 i love that y/n gets along with not just the other hockey boys, but the fans as well. she is truly the best  | lhughes_06 the love of my life for sure ❤

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[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daugther

Chapter XII

The sun stands high as we all line up at the entrance to the vale to walk between the dragon’s formation. Garrick just gave us our instructions and so far, we are (mostly) ready to go in. But there are still some … questionable people who have to make our lives harder.

“Can I ask a question?” Luca says in front of us. Have you ever met the human version of a headache? “Oh, this is going to be good” I whisper annoyed while pinching the bridge of my nose.

Garrick nods, but the ticking of his jaw shows how annoyed he really is. Me too, buddy.

“Third Squad, Tail Section of Fourth Wing already made it through, and I talked to some of them …” “That’s not a damn question” I hiss out.

This is already nerve wrecking without her yapping … why can’t she just shut up? Garrick’s eyes find mine, amusement obvious in them before he turns back to Luca.

“It’s just … some of them said there is a feathertail.” Oh?!

“A f-feathertail?” Tynan shrieks. “Who the hell would want to bond such a thing?”

Amari, please help me survive these idiots. Rhiannon shakes her head in disappointment, but Sawyer looks intrigued. “Professor Kaori didn’t say something about a feathertail” he says. “I have every dragon memorized he showed us, and I didn’t see a feathertail.”

“Nerd” I whisper with a teasing grin. He just shoves my shoulder while smiling. “As if you don’t have everything remembered” he grins back.

“Look. Feathertails don’t bond, so relax. If there is really one, then it is probably just curious. When you are up, stay on the damn path. You don’t walk alone but in your squad. It doesn’t get any easier so whatever you do, not following the rules and instructions for example, you deserve whatever happens to you, kids.”

Well damn, thank you for that. But his “pep-talk” did the job, because everyone is finally quiet. Even Luca, who looks like she is about to shit her pants.

A woman I’ve seen a few times around steps forward and ushers us to stand in one line. I am at the very back, Ridoc in front of me. “Talk” she orders.

“Nice day for presentation” Ridoc jokes. I choke out a laugh. “Yeah, the air is nicely fresh with a lingering smell of death” He joins my snickering.

Sawyer in front of Ridoc shakes his head in disbelief.

“You two need to be studied because how the fuck can you two always be so …” he struggles to find the right word. “Unhinged” Garrick.

“Yes right. So fucking unhinged in the wrong situations?”

We look at each other, then back at our curly haired friend. We shrug. “Amari, give me patience” Garrick mutters while stepping away, shaking his head in disbelief just like Sawyer did moments prior.

“See you after the stroll” the senior wingleader says and steps to the side, revealing the dirt path leading through the vale. Let’s go into the dragon’s den.

The first dragons we pass after a few minutes are red ones, three of them. They’re incredible huge but nothing beats the black beast.

“I can’t see their tails” Tynan shouts from the front. Is he dumb? “Yeah, let’s go, scream into their faces. I am sure they’ll like that” I murmur sarcastically, loud enough for Ridoc to hear me. He snorts but doesn’t turn around.

“I need to figure out which one I am going to approach during Threshing” he shouts again. Amari, give him brain please.

“There is not a single reason why he should bond a dragon. He would get us all killed before he figures out how to get on top of one” Ridoc snaps. I try to surpass a laugh but don’t say anything against it, because he is right.

While Ridoc and Sawyer are talking about who they’d like to bond I let my gaze wander around, accidentally making eye contact with an orange one. Bowing my head, I turn away.

“What the hell?” Tynan, again. “What now fucker?” I hiss to myself.

Violet and Tynan are bickering in the front while everyone stares to the right. What-Oh.

At the end of the line is a tiny yellowish, no – golden, dragon. That must be the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. “Maybe it’s a mistake” I hear Sawyer say. “Maybe it’s a baby orange.”

Suddenly he lunges at Tynan, grabbing his collar while he hisses something in his face.

“What the fuck is going on up there” I ask Ridoc. “I think Tynan said something to Violet about her being weak and that she should bond the little dragon. Matching her weakness.” he whispers.

Oh gods, he really has no shame.

“Someone should kill it before it bonds” Tynan chokes out, not noticing the feathertail swinging it’s head into his direction. Is it glaring at him? Cute. “Someone should kill you for being disrespectful in front of dragon’s” I hiss at him.

We get back into formation and start walking again. Aaand … Luca is complaining again. Or more like insulting the dragons. And hasn't even been five minutes. Violet and her talk about folklore and about wyvern.

“You don’t know what a wyvern is?” Rhiannon asks with a dumbfounded face. Lucas face is beet red when I catch sight of her, obviously embarrassed.

“Don`t be ashamed of yourself Luca. That`s your parents’ job” I call in her direction, making her gasp, offended. The two boys in front of me can’t hold their laughter.

We are walking near a set of reds who kind of look annoyed. Shit, time to shut up if I want to live. One of them steps a foot forward and open its mouth.

“Fuck” I curse as fire streams through the air into Rhiannon’s direction. Ridoc gasps audibly. The scent of sulfur and … death fills the air as everyone holds their breath.

‘Please don’t be Rhiannon. Please don’t be Rhiannon’ I beg quietly in my mind.

The red one steps back to his prior place and I look to the side, hoping it wasn’t- “You okay, Rhi?” Violet calls forward. “Yes, but Pryor…” she answers with a shaking voice. Thank god, it wasn’t her who got incinerated.

“Oh my god, the smell” Luca complains again which makes Violet turn around furiously. “Do you even have a sense of decency?” she spits, not noticing the two greens stepping in her direction.

“Violet” Ridoc whispers horrified. The girl immediately turns around and comes face to face with the dragons. She bows her head, and I can see her lips moving, talking to them when they start sniffing her. Oh… The armor! Teines scales! I could kiss Mira right now.

They sniff some more while Violet still talks to them and then they are retreating. Before I can ask her if she is okay, I feel something … different.

It’s like a lingering presence at the entrance of my mind. I subtly let my eyes scan over the dragons and the path but can’t notice anything different. The presence still there.

When I make eye contact with the red one from before it looks interested. A loud grumble interrupts us, and I think I see its eyes widening for a second but that could be my mind playing tricks on me.

I didn’t even notice another squad member being torched, only when we are out of the vale I notice Luca missing. Sawyer confirms my suspicions.

“She got … incinerated.”

“Thank god, finally” I breathe out in relief but snort the next second and slap my hand over my mouth as my squad members (minus Tynan) break out in loud laughter. Garrick looks at me in disbelief, again.

I shrug. What a day.

[blue-eye-samurai-analysis]

Duality of Taigen - part 1

Taigen and other people

 “And have everyone mock me? I’d rather cut myself open.”

In the fandom of the Blue Eye Samurai there are those who believe Taigen is Mizu’s soulmate. There are also those who don’t like him – they believe he doesn’t deserve to be with Mizu, because he was too much of a bully. I think both groups are right in some way.

In my opinion Taigen is going to become a perfect partner for Mizu at some point (preferably season three), but they’re not quite there yet. That’s because he’s still struggling with two personalities inside him, battling each other throughout the series. He’ll be ready to be with Mizu only when this battle is over.

Like with Zuko from the Last Airbender (as many people noticed) Taigen’s story is the one of redemption, rediscovering oneself and ultimately choosing the right path.

To understand how Taigen will stop being an ashole, we first need to understand how he became one and why he chose that kind of behavior for himself.

The very first time we see Taigen, creators wants us to believe he is just another bad person who was awful to Mizu. A cruel kid, a typical bully.

Next, we see his interaction with Akemi – while watching the show for the first time we don’t know this is the same person who bullied Mizu. Taigen we see here gives us the impression of being an honest sweet guy who came a long way from poverty to winning heart of a rich girl. We root for him.

After that, he’s shown to be having fun with prostitutes, celebrating his engagement with Akemi, surrounded by his pals. I admit, when I first saw this scene I was like: “Oh my God, what a two-faced snake: just another man who only pretends to love a girl, but in reality he wants to marry her for his own gain”.

But rewatching the series with full knowledge about Taigen’s childhood struggles made me realize I was wrong.

Taigen’s personality at the beginning of the series is determined by his craving of being accepted by other people. Both as a kid and an adult. Just think about it:

Taigen grew up in an abusive home so he was determined to do anything NOT to being abused outside home. He needed to become accepted by other children in order to belong somewhere. The thing is, the kids from his pack where assholes. In order to become part of their group, Taigen needed to act like an asshole himself (we later learn it wasn’t his true nature - deep inside he knew what they did was wrong, but he was only able to stop when his friends didn't see it).

In his first childhood flashback Taigen acts like a leader of the group, but in reality he has a lot of insecurities.

He insults Mizu not just for the sake of insulting her but also to gain other boys approval.

He becomes enraged at Mizu when she publicly knocks him to the ground. It’s not really about her managing to gain upper hand against him – it’s about the fact that she does so while the others watch. That’s why he loses it and picks up a rock from the ground.

The very same situation happens when Taigen is an adult and Mizu beats him publicly, for all the dojo to see. After recognizing Mizu, Taigen doesn’t throw any cruel insults at her until he loses the duel. He even is in awe for her possessing a blade made by master Eiji' (which is a bit funny considering the fact it's a blade made solely by Mizu).

Only when Mizu is retreating, he lets his frustration take over and calls her “a dog” (the very same snarl he used as a child).

This is also a nice parallel, because back in their childhood Taigen calls Mizu "a dog" when she's lying on the ground, defeated, but in the adulthood he calls her "a dog" when he is the one lying on the ground, defeated. And in both cases he's the real dog, because he's the one who cannot deal with his own emotions, so he just "barks" his frustration.

When the meteorite falls, while all other boys are scared, Taigen retreats with regretful expression on his face. He is clearly ashamed of himself, perhaps even surprised by his own behavior couple of seconds ago. I believe he knew – even then – that taking his frustration on Mizu was wrong. But he didn't have the guts to raise above his own feelings and to act differently than the others.

He has another one of this expression when he recognizes the adult Mizu after the bokken fight in the dojo.

His look isn’t the one of fear mixed with disgust, like when Hachi The Flesh Trader sees Mizu’s eyes. It’s more like facing the past, Taigen wanted so hard to forget. I believe, that in this scene he doesn’t only see Mizu but also his own self – an awful kid he once was, back in Kohama. The result of his actions is right there in front of him - scared child turned into a cold blooded warrior. Knowing he played some role in creating this person brings Taigen confused feelings.

Mizu says slowly “you had a name for me”, but he doesn’t say that name. Instead he stays quiet, which tells us a lot about his current inner state. But he doesn’t have time to explore his remorse, because he’s brought back to reality by the important man from his dojo urging him to settle things quickly. Just like in the past – he believes he cannot afford to act weak, to indulge any small pushes of his conscience, to resist the pressure of the group, because if he does, his “friends” will reject him.   

He is right to be worried, because his current friends are assholes, the same as his childhood ones, if not worse. We see in multiple occasions how they act awfully towards Mizu, without any good reason (they don’t see her blue eyes, believing her to be “a blind beggar”). They are rude simply because they can. All of them – guys on the horses, the guy who guards the door to the dojo and the older guy who later throws his pen at Mizu. Those are people Taigen surrounded himself with during the last couple of years. When you think about it, the only nice person he knows before fighting Mizu is Akemi (possibly also Seki, judging by his reaction to the man’s death).

His feelings towards his fiance are sincere and his relationship with her tells us a lot about what kind of person Taigen really is. He brings Akemi a candy because deep down he is a sweet guy. Just not around other guys. (Check my other post about the parallel between Mizu’s “sweetness” and Taigen’s “sweetness”).

He talks openly about how amazed he is by the fact that he’ll marry someone like Akemi, in spite of being “the poor fisherman’s son”. When Akemi further confirms her affection for Taigen by saying that his background has no meaning for her, he is deeply moved. They giggle and exchange smiles. Although I believe that deep down they are a bad match, at this point their affection for each other is genuine.

Later, when Taigen drinks with his “friends”, he puts on a mask of the alfa male who's just won the best possible prize in town. He allows himself to cheat on Akemi, to become that kind of person, because that kind of behavior is expected from him and acting took him quite far in life.

But his bond with his “friends” is soon revealed to be shallow. After the duel and humiliation, they literally turn their backs on him, and Taigen wears this kind of expression:

His worst fears just became reality. Since childhood he was afraid of being rejected by his pack, by being seen as weak and pathetic, and now it’s finally happened.

Other people’s opinion matter to him, belonging to a group matter – that’s why he tells Akemi he’d rather commit seppuku than loose other’s respect.

It’s not about not being able to marry Akemi – it would be possible, because Akemi can convince her father (one of my theories is that she loses her virginity on purpose, so she can use it as an ultimate argument while persuading her father). She provides Taigen with several excuses to forget about his failure with Mizu: shave your hair, tell people it wasn’t an official duet. The thing is, Taigen doesn’t want to be respected just on paper. He wants real, sincere admiration of his friends, which is why he goes off on a quest to restore his honor.

Even though his “friends” are not real friends, and the “honor” he had until now was not honor at all.

Part 2, Part 3

[hheartsdramas]

a moment but forever episodes 23-24

i am becoming suspicious that zhi dai’s father is already dead and her brother has taken/is saving the immortal vitality pill for himself. and not because of overtly evil reasons but because he’s super invested in protecting humanity

i’m guessing whatever translation bot these went through doesn’t understand the cultural implications of “boudoir.” it’s funny every time though

war demons are people too!

the way i squealed over his secret little smile after not correcting that guy about tanyin being his wife! and running out to make sure she has an umbrella!

this has got to be the most expensive child in history

i sort of joked yesterday about them playing house but actually the playing house is meant to create doubt for yz. he’s clearly enjoying playing husband (maybe not so much dad), mei shan comes looking for him simply because he wanted to see him again before the shit kicks off, tanyin is constantly challenging his pessimistic assumptions. he’s not deterred from his path yet and i don’t know what it would look like for that to happen for him, but he *is* starting to waver just that tiny little bit.

can i convince yz to focus his heavenly fire only on the youhu elders? because they clearly deserve it about 1000000x more than anyone else in the world

the ominous music makes me think i’m supposed to be paying attention to what they’re talking about but i am distracted by a) the news that yandu craftsmen have invented scooters or hoverboards and b) yuanzhong feeding tanyin all nonchalant

my delight in tanyin’s cool reception of fu jiuyun is surpassed by my elation over the lethal looks yuanzhong is throwing across the table at him, which in turn is only surpassed by my glee over mei shang’s desperate attempts to prevent a murder

who needs a divine left hand when you have eyes that throw daggers like that

zhi dai is way less interesting when she’s being a romantic fool. girl get a grip

oh nooooo he waited all night for her while she’s off being lured by fu jiuyun thinking it was yz! see this is what always being shifty in your communication gets you

this guy is the living embodiment of the worst dating app profile you’ve ever come across

my hearrrrrrt

ah, elder whatshisface. i hope your condition is painful.

geez who is this guy? and can yz bitch slap him already? i would also accept ty getting over her niceness for a minute and doing it herself

but demons are people, too, remember tanyin? and immortals are bloodsucking betrayers in the most literal sense? so what does it matter if he’s a demon? also when they go evil they get even hotter, i have the evidence to back me up on this

the way i am in physical pain over this near-communication. he was so happy and almost hopeful a minute ago and you can literally see him pack that away when he realizes what she’s onto.

wow that final scene. wow wow wow wow. that’s going to be a few separate posts maybe because i’m at my image limit and there’s so much to cover there

[oldwritingm]

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Confessing To You

Stan

I think that if he liked someone, he’d want to confess pretty early on

But it’d take him a long time to actually work up the courage

His friends constantly encourage him to go for it, and he really does want to, but that anxious nausea in his stomach makes him blurt excuses instead

But eventually he decides that he can’t hold it in any longer

He’d want to do it in person so badly

He bought chocolates and everything

He invited you to meet him at the pond after school

You waved when you spotted him, and jogged over with a smile on your face

You thought you saw him smile back, but as you got closer it didn’t look quite right

You ask if everything’s okay

He opens his mouth to speak, but suddenly claps his hand over it and runs away

The chocolates he was hiding behind his back drop to the snow

Confused, you pick up the box and watch him disappear down the path

He texts you later:

Hey. Sorry I ran away like that. Super lame, I know. I was trying to tell you how much I like you but I got sick so I ran. But I really do like you, Y/n

Kenny

I don’t think he’d feel the need to tell his crush how he feels explicitly

Instead he’d be satisfied flirting with you

Your reactions are all he needs (for a while)

But eventually he wants more

That’s when he decides to confess

He figures it’d be pretty obvious by then, so he doesn’t plan anything too special

But he does need to make sure you know he’s serious

Plus he knows you deserve something nice and romantic :)

So he buys you something; it takes him a long time to save up, but he finally manages to buy a little bracelet

Nothing expensive, but it’s still cute

He would have known you for a while by then, so of course it has your favorite colors

He puts it in a nice box and drops it on your desk one day

He gives his usual childish grin, but you can see something genuine in his eyes this time

“Hello beautiful. I know I flirt with you all the time and it’s funny or whatever, but I actually do like you. A lot.”

Kyle

He might confess early on, he might take a while

I think it depends on your personality

If you show any interest in him, he’ll be more inclined to tell you how he feels earlier

But if you’re closed off and cold, it’d take longer

He just wants to make sure he won’t make a fool of himself

He’d have to spend a lot of time with you, enough time that you’ve warmed up to each other at least a little

Once he’s decided that it’s worth a shot, he’ll go for it

He tries to think of something romantic

Unfortunately he doesn’t have too great of a sense of what’s romantic

He ends up inviting you to the museum

It would’ve been nicer if he wasn’t completely silent the whole time

By the time it’s over you’re more than ready to go home, but Kyle stops you right as you’re walking away

“Y/n! Wait. Please. I’m sorry… this, uh, it was more romantic in my head. I did this because I wanted to tell you that I like you. Like, romantically.”

Cartman

He had no intention of confessing to you

He’s a pretty prideful guy; no way he’s admitting feeling something mushy like love

Eventually he might’ve formulated an excuse to reveal his feelings that didn’t make him seem vulnerable, but his actual “confession” ended up being accidental

Before class started one day, he was debating with some other kids over who the hottest person in school was

He was valiantly defending your place as the second hottest (behind himself, of course)

He ended up going a bit overboard, spilling all his feelings about you

Gushing about your looks, your personality, the way you walked… he was weirdly thorough

And guess who happened to walk in just as he began this little rant?

You stood behind him, dumbstruck

His opponents in the debate smirked when they saw you

Cartman eventually snapped out of his thoughts and noticed their faces

At first he was confused

“What’s with you guys? …they’re right behind me, aren’t they.”

He just slumped over defeatedly

Butters

He’s very upfront about his feelings

If he liked you, he’d tell you as soon as he realized it himself

He doesn’t see the point in waiting

He found himself staring at you across the classroom one day

He realized this wasn’t the first time he caught himself doing this, so he asked himself why

He decided that it was because you were attractive

His heart fluttered as he made the connection; he had a crush on you!

He was practically vibrating in his seat for the remainder of the class

He was way too excited at this realization, and he figured you would be too!

Right after class, he bounced out of his seat and ran over to you

He grabbed your hand eagerly, absolutely beaming while he exclaimed:

“Y/n!! I think you’re really pretty and awesome! I have a crush on you!”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed :) take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)