#though his own negative feelings would still be tangled up in there. and this would parallel kh3

[daylighteclipsed]

Y’all ever think about if Sora falls to darkness that inside his heart will look like the Destiny Islands falling again

[m0chis-cafe]

Hello! This is my first time making a request, if it's okay, can I get a reader with Lillia, Rook, Vil and Leona who has recently been suffering from insomnia and anxiety about returning home (comfort in the end) Please? 😔🎀

i absolutely love this, i get horrible insomia. i gotchu♡

(edit: i ended up focusing on one more than the other in some, but both are mentioned. hope u still like it *mwah*)

reader suffering from insomnia and anxiety about returning home.. ⋆⑅˚₊

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentioning of anxiety, and panic attacks (there will be major comfort though), sitting in laps, kissing, joking to help, mentioning of what happens in each of the characters books (i hope yall have read em before but js in case)

characters: leona, rook, vil, and lilia

leona kingscholar🦁

you paced the botanical gardens on campus, hands tangling in your hair s you thoughts went a million miles a second..

how am i going to get home?

how is my family.. god i miss them..

if im forced to stay here.. how do i even pass these crazy magic classes?

do the people here ive come to know even want me here or are they forced to cause i cant leave..

every new thought was another anxiety that just caused your breath to quicken. your thoughts were flooded with negatives.. if you had magic this is what youd assume a magic blot would feel like.. so much negative emotions piling into you all at once.

you eventually sat below a tree, knees curled to your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. it didnt help that you hadent slept in days, insomnia only getting worse since coming to nightraven.

yet no matter what you did your breaths wouldnt calm, your hands kept shaking, and you couldnt hear or see straight. you almost jumped right out of your skin as you felt hands grab your own that covered your face. looking up you saw brown hair and ears.. leona?

his voice made its way to you eventually, "herbavore? herbavore.. seriously c'mon your worrying me. ruggie said you ran off but i didnt think itd be this bad." he mumbled to himself before his hands slipped dwon to your biceps, "hey, listen to me." he spoke firmly.

your eyes eventually meet him, your breaths calmling slightly at his presence. taking large breaths through your lips as you looked up at him, arms shaking in his hold. "dont fall out on me now, we need you." he spoke lowly as he scopped you up with ease, placing you betwen his legs, "your alright now herbivore, whatevers going on in that head of yours, its gonna be alright, yea?" he placed a kiss on your forhead allowng you time to breath normally.

when your breaths calmed and body began to calm, you sighed and leaned more into his body, "thank you.. leona". he chuckled deeply, sloching more down the tree, letting you fall into his chest. "its fine kid, just glad your fine. did something happen?". your eyes widened before spilling, explaining your thoughts to him slowly, anxious to be a burden. when you ended he rolled his eyes and strted laughing.. at you?..

huh?

"you seriously think anyone here doesnt want you here? i think at this point those first years would fall apart without you, and as for finding your way home, crawley better. or ill personally kick his ass, alright herbavore?" you simply nodded your head and leaned into him smiling, "your really not as bad as they say you are.."

vil schoenheit🧺

vi had become obsessed with training for the dance competittion, day after day everyone was practicing for hours every day. you tried to be nothin bt supportive but your insomnia had only gotten worse with the recent stress of the compettition..

what will happen if we dont win?

everyone else looks so tired..

god im so tired.. when was the last time i slept multiple hours?

i wish i could just go home already..

you guys had gotten the first brea of the day, you sat against the wall between kalim and ace as they yapped about how excited they were to preform next week. listening to them had you distracted, your eyes fluttering closed.

a hand was placed on your shoulder, looking up you saw jamil crouched in front of you, "are you alright? you look terrible prefect" you heard ace and kalim repremand him for being so blunt, but you just shook your head trying to wake up, "im fine jamil.. just tired, thank you though"

he looked skeptical but quickly turned to make sure kalim was drinking water and taking a proper break. ace mumbled something under his breath that you barley couldnt catch before he stood up and walked towards vil who was with rook and epel, who were talking across the room.

you saw vil look down at ace with his arms crossed, he glanced at you as ace pointed a finger to you. vil abandoned his conversation with epel and rook, shooing away the others around you, "why wouldnt you say that you havent been sleeping, thats not proper conditions for you to be proforming in prefect."

"im fine vil-", he rolled his eyes and cut you off, "you look anything but, stand" he reached a hand down to you, pulling you up from the ground. your head swam with spots when you rose too quickly, stumbling into vil.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you up, "poision.. is somethng truley wrong?" you looked up at him, eyes wide as he read you like a book. he quickly took your hand and dragged you out of the practice room and into the lounge at pomefiore.

he sat you down in one of the chairs and crouched in fron tof you, holding your face in his hands, "speak to me.." you sighed before explaining what had been happening, the stresses and not sleeping, the thoughts of never being able to go home.

he sighed and stood, sitting beside you and tugging you into his side, "i wish you would speak up when this happens, you know that id never wish to add to your burdens." he placed a kiss to your forhead before continuing, "we will find a way for you to go home, no matter how bitter sweet itll be, i do hope we find a way for you to go back and forth.. we would all miss you terribly here.. especially me." at his words you sighed and relaxed into his side, "ill find a way back, i could never just leave you guys.. especially you.

rook hunt🪶

you thought itd be easy to hide your emotions recently, but knowing rook he proably could already see through your mind..

i hope i can go home soon..

i wonder if time has passed back home and if my family is worried about me..

i need to stop stresing, i havent slept at all recently

these magic classes are getting harder with the lack of magic

you thought you kept a pretty good mask on arround others, yet as soon as you were walking from potions alone with rook he spoke up, "mon cheri.. have you been sleeping enough? your beauty is as blinding as always, alas you seem more tired than usual."

you shouldve known better than to try to keep something from him, he finds out everything sooner rathar than latter, "im alright, just worried about getting home, i guess its been affecting my sleep.."

"well theres no use in worrying cheri! i garuntee they will find a way to send you home! with that said i think a long rest for you is in place." he spoke cherfully as he laced your hands together and dragged you to pomefiore, you smiled at his actions and followed along.. he always here to look after me

lilia vanrough🦇

after dealing with blots from every other house, you thought hanging around diasmonia would be calming. yet as you sat in the lounge with silver, sebek, lilia, and malleus your thought still didnt stop running..

whos going to over-blot next?

will the next one be more powerful.. maybe too powerful..

i didnt have these struggles at home

even my sleep scheduals gotten worse.. late nights staying up with lilia and idia playing games have become much more often an occurance

im supposed to be relaxing, just breath..

your mind spaced out as you looked at the floor in front of you while stuck in thought. your hands tangled into your blazer sleeves as your breath quickened, your vision began to see spots before you felt a hand rest on top of your own in your lap.

"prefect, is something the matter?" your head snapped up and saw lilia who was sat beside you, a concerned look for once took over his boyish grin, "your not looking too good.. are you ill?" he placed a hand on you forhead attempting to asses if you were running a fever.

"im alright.. just missing home" you mumbled, offering him a small smile as you placed your head on his shoulder. he sighed, raisng your hand to press a kiss on the back of your hand, "well find a way for you to go back, i promise it my dear."

he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you to lean more into him, "in the mean time, you havent been sleeping and its clear, get some rest prefect" his boyish grin returned as he pecked your cheek. he was right.. everything was gonna be ok.

you finally felt comfortble enough to fall into a deep sleep against him, with grim curled up into your lap mumbling about his dreams of tuna. surronded by people you became found of over you stay at nightraven, it wouldnt be bad to stay here, but you knew that there would be a way home.

[lovelykil]

Can I request jealous/ possessive hcs for killua :]

headcanons─

: ➛ killua

hc; jealous/ possessive kil

cw; none

note; YES ofc the way I have a few songs in mind that remind me of him when he's like this 🤗🎀

“but you're supposed to be mine..”

okay there's a total difference when he's jealous and when he's possessive.

when he's jealous he obviously doesn't like the person, doesn't talk much but observe them.

glaring at them, figuring out what their deal was and why were they so talkative with you.

kil came from a broken home, raised to be a cold-hearted intelligent assassin. Nothing more nothing less

affection and feelings were nothing he was familiar with. So he doesn't really know why he feels threatened by this individual.

being his partner doesn't make it any better, in fact it makes it so much worse. He feels a lot of negative emotions, fear you may leave him because he's not emotionally stable enough, or something small like the way he can't take affection well so he doesn't hug you kiss you much.

he over thinks alot when he's jealous, shuts off and flat-out ignores you all day.

he shakes off your caring hand when you land it on his shoulder, next to him in bed. Lost in his own mucked-up tangled thoughts that you can't really do much of so you leave him alone for the night.

his jealousy reminds me of that one meme or I mean like that movie where it's like

"you're supposed to be my lab partner"

"I am.."

"no you're not, you're disloyal."

he starts doubting himself, doubting he even is worth being with you

oh gosh it's such a shitty ordeal for him 🙁

if you expected the whole 'pulls you by the waist when he's jealous' type shi you are SOO wrong 🧏🏾���♀️

if he can't even express his feelings what makes you think he can do such a gesture

he may wrap his arm around your neck, and glare at the person coldly, his eyes darkening, telling you its time to go.. but other than that

I don't think he would really do such a thing, he's the stare-and-watch-with-anger type of jealous guy 😣

now possessive killua ,,

he definitely goes out of his way to kill anyone he feels weary of. And even if he was wrong he shrugs it off, at least they won't be much of a problem for him anymore.

his love for you is like a never ending fire, the flames keep on growing taller the fire itself growing wider. And anyone who dares to step inside burns slowly to their end, as he watches with the fire reflecting off his sapphire eyes, capturing his ominous true intentions.

feels the need to keep you closer than ever just so he knows who you talk to and where you go.

and if he can't be around you all the time he usually freaks out, texts you like crazy

reassurance is something he is soo adamant about !!! I've said this before but IM GONNA SAY IT AGAIN

for when he's jealous and possessive one works better than the other though.

when he's jelly the reassurance makes him feel alot better, he apologizes for his rash behavior and hopes for some soothing affection. he's like a cute kitty, snuggling into your neck.

but when he's possessive he still apologizes for how he was acting, giving you a so innocent smile but underneath that cover up smile laid a horrendous, muckey, ominous monster of possessiveness, black and twisted. And would go out of its way to destroy anyone who dared to look at you in such a way or touch you.. hell even both

like I said came from a broken home, doesn't really know how take control of his feelings 🤷🏾‍♀️

plus raised to be assassin so makes the killing alot easier, doesn't really think much except you

only he can take your hand, give you gifts, touch you, talk to you

your his, and only his

aren't you?

this sounds a little yandere 💔

he's so silly guysssssssss ( ≧∀≦)ノ

he's done nothing wrong but steal many hearts (literally)

[redheadspark]

Hi hi! I love your writing!! For the December prompts can I do Druig with 8 & 13 ?

A/N - I love this for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Brave

Summary - Druig thinks of himself as a coward. His wife thinks otherwise

Warnings - angst with fluff at the end

Amazon

1600’s

The otherwise of the bed was cold, which made you worry as you woke up from your slumber.

Usually, you would have a warm body next to you, more than warm since he would run hot when he would sleep out there in your little shack.  It didn’t help when it was humid, even in the winter season the air would be sticky in the dead of night.  But his side of the bed was in fact cold, you could only feel the bunched sheets.

He was also a clinger when he slept, always wanting you within arms ready with either tangled legs or his arms around your waist.  You never minded it, not really since you two were an item for the last 600 years or so, long before you both came to the Amazon 50 years ago.  Leaving your Eternal family and only having each other to lean on for support.  Although you missed them all and their company after being together for centuries on Earth, you would never trade your choice in walking away with Druig.  

You two were building a life together.

You blinked slowly to rub your eyes, seeing the otherwise of your bed empty and abandoned.  It wasn’t like Druig to leave your bed in the middle of the night unless he would wake to tell you.  But your heard the front door crack, making you look and see that it was opened slightly and the moonlight was shining in.  The cooler breeze was filling in the room, along with the softer sounds of the nocturnal animals echoing from the high trees.  You slipped out of bed, threw on your robe that was a gift to you from one of the elders in the tiny village, and tip-toed along the wooden floor.

Poking your head out of the cracked open door, you saw the very person you were looking over, leaning against the pillar of the shack and looking up at the moon with a haunted look on his face.  You quickly grabbed his blue robe that was hanging up on a singular nail on the wall, sliding out onto the porch where he was to silently sit next to him. 

“Put this on before you catch a cold,” You hummed to him, placing the robe along his shoulders to watch him carefully slip his arms through.  You grinned slightly, though you leaned your shoulder against his.  Passing a kiss on his shoulder, you spoke again, “What’s on your mind, honey,”

He said nothing for a moment or two, you knowing well to not press him when he was in deep thought.  Druig was never one to hide things from you that haunted his mind, he was very open with you and never wished to withdraw anything from you.  But you could see it in his eyes and how he seemed….lost.

“Did I make the right choice?” 

You looked at him with a hot of worry as he asked that, his voice sounding a bit raw and uneasy as his eyes were still trained on the moon.  You rubbed his arm with your fingers, feeling him lean back against you a bit more. This was the last thing you thought he would ask, since up until this point he was more than fine with being out in the village.  

“What do you mean?” You asked him gently.

“Coming out here, leaving the family,” he replied, you hearing him call the others “family” for the first time.  You knew he admired them and never wished any ill wishes towards them.  He would be aloof with them of course, but nothing negative.  He missed them every once in a while when you two went off on your own, joking around with Kingo or talking about her inventions with Phastos.  Even with Ajak, the leader who would always have to answer to Arishem, Druig missed her pearls of wisdom and warmth.  

“You did what you had to do,” you reminded him with a calm tone, “That was the worst night of your life, Druig.  You had to watch what happened to those humans and you made a new path because of it—“

“Because I couldn’t simply stop them,” Druig muttered.

“Druig..” You said his name as he huffed and blinked a few times, you finally noticed that he was silent crying.

“I had a nightmare,” He explained, his voice now sounding a bit raw, “That night out there and seeing those humans kill each other.  I could hear them crying out for help…..but I just stood there and did nothing…..like a coward.”

“Hey!” You huffed, reaching over to frame his face in your hands to get his attention.  His blue eyes were brightened in tears, and his cheeks and skin were flushed, this was now the same Druig knew that was filled with life and hope.  You saw him thrive there in that village building new homes for the growing families and new crops on the small farm.  He loved what he was doing, he looked so happy and filled with joy in helping the small cluster of humans thrive and survive.

To hear himself call himself a coward though…

“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” You scolded him, seeing him blink at you as you stared at him hard, “You are not a coward, not even close! Don’t ever call yourself that ever again, you hear me?”

He said nothing, but you knew he was drinking it all in as he laced your spare hand in his own and you gave him a small smile.

“Druig, you are one of the bravest beings I know. You’re brave for knowing what is right and saying it, not holding it in.  If anything, that is uncowardly.  I have always loved how brave you were and wishing to do the right thing and never holding back with your words, it was one of the reasons I fell in love with you,”  

Druig smiled, small but softly as you traced some of the tears away with your fingers.

“You should have told me you were feeling this way,” You advised him, but he shrugged and bit his lower lip.

“I thought I could handle it on my own,” he tried to explain, but you huffed.

“Why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?  You stubborn ass,” you said, Druig snorted and finally chuckled for the first time that night as you giggled.  You were glad to break off that mood he was in, Druig wrapping you in his arms to hug you as you let him.  Druig would never be one to ask for him in any way, which bothered you since you knew it would be too much for him at the time.  Something like this though, worried you that he was having these nightmares over time and keeping it to himself just to protect you.  Then again, you knew deep down old ghosts and demons would haunt anyone.  

Even the mind controller himself.

“All is well, Druig,” You said against his head as you kissed his ear, “Don’t think you can do this alone, not with me.  Lean on me when it gets heavy, please,”

“Anything for you, my love,” he replied as he pecked your lips.  

“Good, now come to bed with me.  I miss you in my arms,” you replied, getting up and taking Druig by the hand.  He laughed, following you willingly as you two finally left the porch to go back into the little home that you made together.  Nightmares will come and go, but they won’t last forever.

Not like the love you had for Druig. 

The End

[a-killer-obsession]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 41 - Ghosts

Alliance Island ahoy! Things get spooky.

Word Count: 5.4k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055 @eyes-ofhell

A/N: with the next few chapters we’re coming into the final arc of this fic and things will be working into the canon, starting with all the Kid Pirate hideout scenes (so spoilers for like Punk Hazard/Dressrosa kinda area for these next few chapters, and a few flashbacks that happen during Wano). Wano proper will be starting in a few chapters but I’ll give y'all a spoiler warning when we hit it in case anyone hasn’t finished Wano arc of the anime.

Two weeks at sea passed in relative bliss, all of the tension on the ship because of you and Killer now entirely dissipated, allowing everyone to go back to the usual comfortable ease. Things with Killer were easier than you thought they would be, with everything just sort of naturally falling into place. It'd become somewhat of a routine for him to join you and Heat after Dawn was put down for the night. Sometimes he stayed, sometimes he crossed the hall and stayed with Kid, sometimes he went back to his own room. Not often though, he preferred to stay with Kid if he wasn't with you because it allowed him easy access to Dawn, who he'd continued to take care of at night so you and Heat could sleep, even if he’d looked after her for most of the day. You no longer had to sleep alone when Heat was on night watch, since Killer would stay with you, and often if you had the watch one of them would stay up with you, which was sweet.

It was just as well, because you really didn't want to be alone. You still often had night terrors about Dawn’s birth mother, haunted by the image of her tangled body at the bottom of the cliff, and her cursing words, which made no sense given the way she’d given Dawn over to you before jumping. You were also on edge a lot, as you kept seeing things in the corner of your eye ever since you’d come back from the cliff. People you didn't recognise, only there for a blink before disappearing, so quick sometimes that you wondered if you’d seen them at all. It made you feel like you were going insane, perhaps all the trauma of the last few months was finally catching up with your brain and having negative effects. You only mentioned it to Mohawk as your doctor, worried it was the spark of some new mental illness, but he couldn't find anything wrong that would cause it, and being that you were intimately familiar with the way your own brain waves felt due to your devil fruit, you couldn't find anything different either. You had however noticed that you only saw the blinks when your fruit was active, never when you had your seastone against your skin, which led you to believe perhaps it was something to do with your powers. Maybe trauma had awoken some new ability you were yet to understand. It made you wonder about the conversation you’d had with the others long ago about your potential to see ghosts, but you still weren’t sure you even believed in them. Weirder things had proven true on the Grandline though.

The more it happened, the more visible and stable the images got, until you began recognising the several people you saw who seemed to appear over and over, usually within the proximity of others. Most notable was a short, blue haired woman that seemed to float mostly around Heat, and a young, heavily freckled girl with a ginger bob who often appeared near Kid and Killer. You started to wonder if they were the ghosts of people they’d known, but you didn't feel like bringing it up, not until you really understood what was happening. They had enough to be worried about right now with the upcoming island and alliance, and the ‘ghosts’ seemed harmless enough, the others didn’t ever seem to notice them.

The island in question was now on the horizon, and you stood on the skull deck with many of the others, watching the spring island slowly come into view. Heat was behind you, his chin resting on your head and his arms around your waist. Killer stood at your side, hand linked with yours, the other idly patting Dawn's bottom, who was strapped to his chest as she often was these days. He'd taken to fatherhood like a duck to water, having no issue at all unlocking his natural paternal instincts and understanding what the baby needed. He had raised Kid, after all, he found that an immobile baby was far easier than a toddler to care for, especially given he was an adult this time round. Between the two men you felt like you hardly had to lift a finger, they were both more than willing to do all the hard work. All you had to do was produce milk and give the two of them affection. Sometimes you felt like you had to fight them for a turn to hold Dawn, such was their fondness for her. It made you laugh, really, that the two of them were so enamoured with the small girl, who was growing like a weed.

“There's a ship docked at the island,” Wire called down from the crow's nest, telescope in hand, “don't recognize the jolly roger”

“Some no name trying to take advantage of the empty island,” Killer called back to him. He was far more comfortable with being loud around Dawn now, he'd quickly come to learn that she really did sleep deeper than Kid, the girl could sleep through a buster call. Not to mention, she really would sleep through spaghetti on her head, he'd learned that lesson several times over at this point. “What do you want to do about it, Kid?”

“Should be an easy takeover,” Kid hummed, standing on the figurehead skull with his hands on his hips, “Give the babe to Heat, the two of us and Yin can go on ahead and take the island before we even dock. Wire, ready the cannons, take out their ship when the Punk is in range so they can't flee. Don’t fuck it up too much incase they have some good shit, aim for the masts”

You helped Killer transfer Dawn to Heat's front, Heat quickly taking the long, stretchy fabric and forming the carrier around himself as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and joined Kid and Killer on the figurehead skull. Kid formed a purple ball of energy around himself, a new trick he'd learned that saved him from needing to moonstep, and floated himself towards the enemy ship, you and Killer flanking his sides. Killer's punishers were already active and at the ready, while you switched mask functions to zero in on the heat signatures of the enemy and figure out how many there were.

“Five on the ship, a few in the castle, about twenty in between,” you reported to the captain and first mate, “looks like they only recently landed, still moving their shit, should be an easy slaughter if we just start at the port and work our way up the path.”

“Good,” Kid chuffed, “I’ll take care of the ones on the ship, you two head to the castle. Let's get to work”

The three of you landed gracefully, catching the rival crew by surprise as you immediately set to work. Bodies were on the ground before they even knew they were under attack, Kid using their own weapons against them by spearing them with their own swords and reflecting their bullets when they had the foresight to start fighting back, while you and Killer went on ahead, working in well practised tandem as you both brought down every enemy in your way. The two of you were fast and agile and worked well as a team, even when you'd been at odds the two of you still made an excellent team, with fighting styles that played well together. With Killer's haki and your ability to sense the shift in the energies around you, the two of you were a well oiled machine that was a sight to behold. It was almost a dance when the two of you fought side by side, elegantly shifting around each other, moving out of the way for each other's attacks without even having to look, wordlessly working together towards the common goal. You enjoyed the dance, opting to fight with your sword today to take advantage of it, barely using your fruit abilities at all.

It didn't take long for the two of you to make it to the castle, and Killer followed behind you as you led him to the room that held the handful of enemies, which appeared to be the captain and his commanders, busy discussing how they would utilise the island. The raid had been so quick that they didn't even know they were under attack, cannonfire only heard in the distance as the two of you entered and slew the closest commanders before taking the captain and his first mate captive for Kid to have fun with later, knocking them out for the meantime so neither of you had to bother with them. You could see from the arched, ornate window the line of carnage the two of you had left behind that led to the dock, where Kid was literally picking up the enemy ship via the metal inside it and moving it to the sandy beach to make room for the Punk, not wanting to entirely destroy it in case there were any valuables still on board. You watched him crush the skulls of the last few living crew who ran from the ship when it was settled in the sand, before stretching like he'd barely had a workout and starting to examine the various scattered crates on the shore that had already started being transported.

“Looks like we have some time to ourselves,” Killer hummed in your ear as he slid up behind you to look out the same window. There was a great deal of blood on both of you but it only added to the allure as he pressed his strained erection against your ass, pinning you against the windowsill. You weren't the least bit surprised, the adrenaline of battle often got most of the crew riled up, and more often than not fights ended with you in a pool of sweat and cum between your lovers. You giggled as your thighs rubbed together needily, already growing wet, leaning forward a little as Killer pushed your miniskirt up with a hand on each thigh.

“What are you waiting for then?” You purred, pushing your ass back against him, “better not waste time”

Killer growled and quickly set about unbuckling his belt, lowering his crimson soaked jeans just enough to free his cock while you let your panties fall to your ankles. He pulled one of your legs up, resting your knee against the windowsill as he sheathed himself in you in one fast motion, making you whine from the stretch. It stung, having had no chance to warm up, but quickly melted to pleasure as he thrust hard and fast into you, pulling off his helmet and letting it fall to the floor as he bit into your neck and groaned against your skin. Your hot breath fogged the cool glass in front of you, and you wondered if anyone was back on the ship still using the telescope; if they were they would absolutely be able to see Killer balls deep in your cunt, and the thought of getting caught like that made your pussy clench.

“Fuck, so tight,” Killer groaned, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock”

“Hnng, Kil~” you whined, reaching between your legs to play with your clit while the other hand held you steady against the window frame. “So good, so fucking good, harder, fuck me harder baby~”

Killer groaned as he grabbed your hips and lifted you easily, pulling out for only one moment to spin you around and raise your ass to sit on the window sill, your back now flush with the cold glass pane as he entered you again and fucked you at a brutal pace, his face buried in your shoulder, his hands under your thighs folding you practically in half as he fucked you. From this angle you could see the unconscious and dead bodies that littered the room, men you killed and incapacitated together, and it made you moan even louder, bloodlust and arousal mixing together deliciously as Killer fucked you mercilessly.

When you came it was with an audible gush and a scream, fluid dripping down the wall beneath you and making Killer whine against your shoulder as you clamped down around him. He pulled out just in time to coat your labia with cum, making a satisfied groan as he inspected your pussy painted and dripping with his seed, using his thumb to rub it against your clit before he grabbed your discarded panties and threaded them back over your ankles, pulling you to stand and redressing you so his cum was trapped in the fabric. You whined at the lewd notion, feeling his cum still hot against your cunt, and he groped your ass hard, pulling you into a fiery kiss and growling possessively into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he purred as he pulled away, spinning you around to give your ass a smack before pinning you against the window sill again, your palms flat against it as he ground against you, threatening to fuck you again as you watched the crew approach the castle out the window. “You better have those same panties on tonight when I come to fuck you again, or I'll have to punish you”

“Fuck, Kil,” you whined, wishing desperately that you had time to go again, his cum cooling against your needy cunt and making you feel dirty in more ways than one. “That's- hnng- I like that”

“Yeah? You like walking around with panties full of cum?” He teased, “I'll be sure to tell Heat so we can make sure you always have a load on your greedy cunt”

“Fuck,” you whined, pushing back against him, your clit throbbing in need. You whimpered sadly as he pulled away, giving you one last slap on the ass before collecting his mask from the floor, giving you one last hard kiss before he put it back on. He helped you right your clothes before anyone walked in, then you sat in his lap as you both waited for Kid to enter, which didn't take long, not that you could concentrate on a word Kid was saying when you were so very aware of the sticky cum on your pussy and the hand idly stroking your thigh.

All in all the castle was in good shape, and the crew you'd taken down on arrival had been clearly setting themselves up for a long stay, so the Kid Pirates now had plenty of supplies and would have no need to restock for at least a month. Most useful for you was the discovery of what seemed to be some sort of Queen's quarters with a large attached nursery, with furniture and toys left behind in the family's hurry to flee, leaving you with a lovely new fancy setup and no need to move much from the ship to accommodate Dawn. “Fit for the future Princess of Pirates,” Kid had chuffed when he saw the room.

Almost as soon as your room had been identified, Killer had taken Dawn off Heat's hands and left you alone with him. It was quickly made clear that Killer had shared his new finding with Heat, and now you found yourself struggling to concentrate as you sat on Heat's lap at the grand ornate table in the dining hall as the Kid Pirates celebrated their new base, a fresh hot puddle of cum in your panties added to Killer's already sticky mess. The two of them were toying with you, Dawn now safely tucked in bed with an active denden mushi at her side to keep an ear out for crying while Killer and Heat took turns seating you in their laps and running their hands up your thighs, the occasional press of an erection against your ass making you whine, neither of them touching you where you needed it but coming teasingly close.

Kid was very much enjoying the fact that this table, on a raised platform at the end of the hall, was capped with a large elegantly carved oak throne. He’d even managed to find himself a crown that’d been forgotten by the royal family that previously lived here, making Kid very much feel like a king. The entire castle was lavish, a bit too much for your taste but at least the floor wasn’t constantly moving. There was a strange aura about it though, and a great increase in the amount of spectres you’d seen since arriving. They seemed to be everywhere now, some more faded than others, as though the ghost themselves had existed for longer. The two you recognised seem to have made their way from the ship over the course of the afternoon, the ginger girl now standing at Kid’s side. You swore you could hear her laugh whenever Kid or Killer made a joke, the sweet little melodic laugh of a young girl, and you wondered who she was, and if she was real. The same went for the blue haired woman. Heat’s sister perhaps? She looked no older than him, but you’d never heard him mention a sister. You had however heard Killer mention a girl before. What was her name again? Oh right, Victoria, like the ship. They’d never said what she looked like, and they had no photos, but if not her then who else? You were suspicious of the ghosts though, but they made no attempts to touch the boys, so you left them be.

That was, until one did.

You’d been sitting on Killer’s lap, pondering the blue haired woman when she suddenly moved, looking at you discerningly, almost as though she was testing what your reaction would be, wrapping her arms around Heat. He shivered like he’d caught a cold chill, and before you knew it you were launching yourself off Killer’s lap, scurrying across the table and sending food and plates flying as you let out an offensive burst of energy. Heat felt the wave pass him as it made contact with the woman, sending her flying towards the wall, body dissipating as she hit it though she’d travelled right through. So you could interact with them, curious.

“Don’t touch him!” you’d screamed as you made your attack, the commanders looking at you wide eyed and confused as you knelt in the middle of the table, arm outstretched towards nothing. Your sudden outburst had put everyone on the attack, Killer’s punishers whirling as he stood behind you, Wire’s trident pointed at nothing, Kid and Heat on their feet ready to move until they realised there was nobody there, just a wall decorated with paintings of fancy people in fancy outfits.

“Don’t touch who, my flame?” Heat took your outstretched hand gently, concerned about the seemingly needless outburst. He knew you’d been seeing things, as did Killer, but you’d never interacted with them before.

“Did you see one of your ghosts?” Killer asked, disabling his punishers and coming around Heat’s side of the table to face you.

“The fuck you mean ‘ghosts’?” Kid growled.

“It was- she was-” you stuttered, a little confused yourself, “I think they’re real, the ghosts, I sent her flying”

“Her?” Heat asked as he helped you off the table, your eyes still trained on the spot where the woman had disappeared.

“There’s- there’s a woman,” you tried to explain, “she… follows you.” You recoiled as the ghost slowly appeared through the wall again, walking as though it wasn’t even there. She looked at you with a small smile, as though you’d passed her test. Did she want you to protect Heat? Was that it? You tilted your head questioningly as you observed her. She was far clearer now that you were concentrating on her, almost mistakable for a real living person. “She’s back,” you mumbled.

“What does she look like?” Heat asked nervously, not super excited about the prospect of a ghost following him around.

“Like… you,” you whispered, “she’s… maybe your age? Her hair is like yours, and she’s got your eyes, and your strange greyish skin. And… a tattoo? Pink roses, on her shoulder.”

Heat almost lost his footing, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, “Mum?” he whispered unsurely, looking at the space your eyes were fixed on. You looked between him and the ghost, Killer now holding Heat for support as the man threatened to collapse under the weight of his emotions. “You’re describing my mother,” he explained, “Rose”

“Oh shit,” you realised your mistake, “sorry, uh.. Rose. I didn’t mean to attack you”

The ghost smiled and came closer, but this time you didn’t flinch, letting her approach, though still a little cautious. There was no malice in her smile despite your attack, only a warm fondness. She reached up and touched Heat’s cheek, his whole body shuddering for a moment as though he could feel it. His eyes moved to you, as though asking for confirmation. “Can you feel that? She’s touching your cheek” you asked him.

“Feels warm,” Heat said softly, “feels… soothing”

The ghost smiled fondly at him, but you came to another sudden realisation. “But if she’s real then,” you looked to the other ghost, who looked almost annoyed that you hadn’t been paying attention to her, “Victoria?”

Victoria puffed her cheeks out and nodded enthusiastically, hands on her hips proudly as you finally recognised her. Kid and Killer looked at each other nervously. “Wh-where?” Kid stuttered. Victoria ran up to him and jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck, hanging from it, that same laugh echoing again. Kid’s face went pale as he felt the strange warmth around his neck. “Is- is she?”

“She’s hanging off your neck like a monkey,” you giggled. “I wonder…”

You held out a hand to Rose, and as though she understood she placed her hand in yours. Now you could feel that strange warmth too, but you didn’t dwell on it. Instead you concentrated, closing your eyes and willing the light around her to manipulate. A soft gasp from Heat prompted you to open your eyes. To you, nothing looked different, but Heat’s eye’s clearly scanned Rose, it was obvious that he could see her now. Tears flowed freely from him and the ghost made a small silent giggle, wrapping her arms around Heat. Victoria let go of Kid and came running over, jumping up and down in front of you as though to say ‘Me next!’. You held out your hands for her and she took them quickly, repeating your earlier motions and making her visible for the others.

“Vicky!” Killer cried out, kneeling in front of her. She wracked her knuckles against his helmet with a pout, and he realised she wasn’t happy about the mask. “Sorry…you know how I feel about my face..” she crossed her arms and puffed up her cheeks, entirely unimpressed. Kid laughed at the interaction, coming to stand at Killer’s side as Victoria turned to you with her frown and pointed at the mask.

“I know, I’ve tried to tell him!” you laughed, “Idiot doesn’t think he’s handsome, stupid right?”

Victoria gave an enthusiastic nod as she turned back to her boys, making you and Kid laugh while Killer huffed. She pointed next at Kid’s arm as he too knelt in front of her, a sad frown on her face as you pulled yourself to sit on the edge of the table, still a little confused about the limitations of this ability. It made you wonder why you didn’t see Dawn’s mother around, was there a certain situation required to form a ghost? A certain level of willpower or strength of spirit? Why didn’t Dawn’s mother have a ghost? Maybe she did, and she’d chosen to not follow. Perhaps she couldn’t bear to watch. It made you wonder as well how long Victoria and Rose had been following the boys. Since they’d died? Or was it your power that allowed them to manifest? So many questions.

“Ah, don’t worry about it Vic,” Kid laughed in response to Victoria’s frown in regards to his arm, “didn’t need both of em anyway”

“Victoria, were you there when it happened?” you asked her. She turned and gave you a small nod. “So you’ve been there the whole time, since you… passed away?” Again, she nodded. That was that question answered then. “I’m guessing it’s the same for you too, Rose?”

Rose gave you a sweet smile and a nod, and you swore you could see the hairs on Heat’s head move as she stroked it soothingly, holding him so softly while he quietly cried. It made you a little sad, knowing they’d been around since they died, and that it meant Dawn definitely didn’t have her mother following her. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe if there was an afterlife she'd gone straight there instead of staying in limbo, or maybe she felt she didn’t need to stick around to protect Dawn, trusting you entirely with her daughter. You still had so many questions. Did the other’s have loved ones they’d lost that hadn’t remained in limbo? And what about the other ghosts you’d seen in the castle, they weren’t protecting anyone, so was it just unfinished business in general that formed a ghost? You were entirely lost in your thoughts as the others interacted with their ghosts, Wire coming to sit at your side though he understood how your mind was swimming.

“Heat was quite young when she died,” Wire explained softly, “I wonder if she stayed because she felt he needed protection”

“That’s what I was wondering,” you hummed, “same for Victoria. She seems like the stubborn type”

“She was,” Wire laughed, “just as stubborn as them, if not more.” You decided to investigate it further, specifically with Rose since Heat had chosen to just sit quietly, while Kid and Killer were busy laughing with a very expressive Victoria, you didn’t want to interrupt them.

“Rose, can I ask why you stuck around?” you asked her, the ghost giving you a soft smile. “Did you stay because you felt you needed to protect Heat?” Rose gave you a nod, pressing a kiss to Heat’s hair before standing and approaching you. Heat made a sad little whimper as she left him but she hushed him with a finger to his lips, before turning back to you and holding out a hand. You instinctively took it, and it was more solid than you thought. Were you unconsciously making her solid, the same way you made platforms and barriers with air? That must be why Heat’s hair was moving, because she could truly be felt. You slid from the table and let her guide you with a raised brow, curious as to her plan, till she brought your hand to Heat and laid it on his shoulder, Heat too now raising his brows questioningly at his mother’s actions.

“It was a test, wasn’t it?” you asked Rose, “You wanted to see that I’d protect him.” she replied with a nod, taking a step back to fondly observe you and Heat together as you hand idly moved to stroke his cheek. Her physical form began to fade, and Heat jumped out of his seat in panic.

“No! No no no, where is she going?” he asked you, trying to hold on to his mother but everywhere he touched turned to light.

“I think she’s leaving you under my care,” you hummed, looking at Wire for reassurance, who nodded though to agree.

“But I don’t want her to go!” Heat cried. Shouting started behind you as Victoria too began to fade, making her way to Rose and taking her hand.

“Where’s she going?” Kid growled, “I order you to keep her here!”

“I don’t think I can,” you replied softly, standing at Killer’s side and taking his hand, seeing the wet trails on his neck. “I think they’re ready to move on, I don’t think I can force them to stay, I only gave them a visible form, I didn’t summon them or anything”

“No! They have to stay!” Kid shouted, rushing at them as the ghosts continued to fade, small balls of white light fluttering around them.

“Kid, it’s time to let go,” Killer told him, letting go of your hand to hug the captain, who was a weeping mess at this point, uncaring of the rest of the crew in the dining hall who’d been watching since your outburst, tears in some of their eyes at the soft scene. Wire wrapped himself around Heat’s shoulders, the bluenette now full force sobbing. It broke your heart, but try as you might, nothing you did seemed to stop the slow decay of the two spirits. Realising there was no solution, you made your way through the crying men to get to them, holding out a hand for each, feeling the fading warmth against your skin as they each took a hand.

“I’ll protect them, I promise,” you sniffed, receiving a soft smile from Rose and a determined one from Victoria, “go rest now, I’ll take care of them from here”

The crew watched as the two forms turned to pure white light, the lights dissipating into smaller spheres and floating upwards until they faded to nothing, leaving three very upset men and one very confused galley of onlookers behind.

“Bring her back!” Kid wiggled out of Killer’s hold and grabbed your jacket, pulling it tightly. You thought for a moment that he was going to hurt you, but instead his forehead pressed against your chest, goggles digging into your skin and tears wetting your shirt, “Please,” he whispered.

“I can’t Kid, I’m sorry,” you ran your hand through his red hair gently, looking up at Killer for guidance, who stood at Kid’s back and rubbed it reassuringly. Heat was still crying, but Wire had him well in hand, so you focused on Kid and Killer instead, taking Killer’s other hand and running your thumb over the back of it. “I think they just wanted to say goodbye before they left, but it was time for them to move along, to whatever comes after. You have to let her go”

“Don’t wanna,” Kid mumbled against your chest like a scorned child, and you had to hold back a giggle.

“Come now, we’re supposed to be celebrating,” you cooed, “will you stop crying if I sit in your lap for a bit?”

“Maybe,” Kid huffed, immediately scooping you up and returning to his throne. His head was still buried in your chest as he sat, though using it to hide from the world while you continued to stroke his hair, giggling at his bashful behaviour. Killer made a snort at the indigent man who’d stolen his girlfriend, pulling his chair to sit beside you and leaning his mask against your shoulder.

“Are you okay, my love?” you asked Killer, very much aware that nobody was giving him a hug right now, even though you were sure he needed it.

“Mmm, it was just unexpected,” he replied quietly.

“Do you need a cuddle too?” you asked.

“He can wait his damn turn, captain goes first,” Kid huffed against your chest, making you roll your eyes as Killer snorted again.

“I’ll be fine,” Killer replied, “I’ll get a cuddle later. And Heat will.” Reassuring you that it was okay for your focus to be on Kid right now.

The two of you looked over to where Wire still held Heat, slowly bringing the man back to reality and forcing him back into a chair, Heat still sniffing a little but gradually coming around. “I’ll take care of you both when captain needy is done with his cuddles,” you laughed, to which Kid replied by poking you in the ribs.

“Oi, I can get up, you know?” you pouted.

“Please don’t” Kid pleaded.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

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[cannebady]

But imagine established steddyhands. They've not been together long enough for it to be anything close to routine, but long enough that they know the lay of the land they're traversing.

Ed and Izzy have always been more to each other, though they'll both admit (Ed more willingly than Izzy, of course) that they've only come to understand it and voice it recently.

Ed and Stede, once they worked through their respective abandonment and abandoning issues, fell right back into an easy, passionate connection that has them both feeling young and reckless and alive.

Izzy and Stede, though, well-

That's a more difficult story. While Ed would argue that they both were more to each other from the beginning (Izzy rarely took an interest, positive or negative, in anyone outside of Ed and the crew and Stede was consummately polite to everyone save for Izzy and Ed always found it interesting), and Stede and Izzy disagree out of what Ed approximates is sheer stubbornness alone. They spent the first few months of Them, all together, saying they were there for Ed and comfortable sharing and Ed had to sit there and watch them throw furtive glances at each other, sometimes over Ed's actual fucking body, until they finally gave in and started reaching out for the other. Stopped trying to touch each other through Ed. Not that Ed minded the attention, though.

It took another month for them to kiss. Another three for them to be intimate without Ed.

But after that they started to fall into their own rhythms and Ed felt happiness on a scale he'd never imagined he could. He woke up tangled with his two favorite people and he got heaping loads of love and devotion thrown at him daily and fuck if it wasn't a dream come true. And now that Stede and Izzy were also realizing what they could be to each other, Ed's lucky enough to watch the two loves of his life fall a little in love with each other too.

Once they'd defined their whole, Thing, Izzy had become much more tactile with Ed. Openly seeking and providing cuddles, tucking Ed's hair behind an ear, and, implementing his morning ritual of dropping a kiss onto Ed's forehead before heading up on deck. Each morning, Izzy woke with the dawn, Ed following a short time later, and Stede resolutely refusing to wake up until he had no choice to. So when Izzy finished dressing he'd drop a kiss to Ed's forehead and that was the official start to the day. It had been that way for months and Ed came to look forward to it.

He also couldn't help to notice that he never did the same to Stede. Ed pushed it from his mind for the most part. A key strategy for loving the two most stubborn and downright bitchy men on the high seas was to know when to push and when to retreat. They seemed to be figuring it out, so Ed let it go. Well, maybe not let it go, but at least didn't bring it up.

Then there was a storm. Fun and loud and the type of thing Ed used to love. Now, he loves people and that's a far more dangerous game. Stede has learned to sail enough to be helpful, and as Co-Captain of the vessel resolutely refused to stay below deck. Ed was equal parts nervous and proud, but ultimately trusted Stede to know his limits. Izzy, though, seemed anxious and, Ed noticed, almost always had an eye turned toward Stede as the storm truly set in and the chaos started. As the rain and wind pelted against the hull and soaked the ship tip to stern, Izzy's laser focus turned to a look of horror and Ed almost missed it, focused as he was on the color draining from Izzy's face.

A strike of lightning illuminates the sky and there's a deafening crack and one of the lines breaks, looping the rope Stede is lashed too and sending both over the side of the ship.

Ed screams, but he barely hears it over the violence of the storm and his own pounding heart. He turns to Izzy to bark an order only to find Izzy stripping out of his vest and climbing over the side to grab Stede's rope and start hauling him up.

Ed sees Stede break the surface. He's still attached, thank something, but he's limp as Izzy, and a few of the crew, bring him back aboard and Ed's happy world starts to shatter around the edges. All he can think, desperately, is no.

Izzy's a flurry of movement as he tries to sit Stede up and get him to wake up, and Ed's crying so hard he can feel the tears even with the rain pouring down, and the crew is looking on, horrified, and Ed's about ready to fall to actual pieces when Stede's eyes open and he coughs up a worrisome amount of water. As soon as the worst of it passes, he looks over at Ed, smiles a little, then turns to Izzy and reaches a shaky hand up to his cheek before turning his head and coughing more water up onto the deck.

Ed remembers that he has arms, and legs, and a voice, and thirty years of experience sailing through storms, and gets the crew back to work getting them through this. Then he and Izzy get Stede back to their quarters, warm him up and put him in dry clothes before doing the same for each other and getting situated in bed. They'll address the damage, physical and emotional, tomorrow. Tonight is for rest and for Ed to cling to them both like a limpet.

He doesn't sleep a wink. Stede is out quickly, followed by Izzy, both exhausted he's sure, and Ed just stays up staring at Izzy, the fucking hero of the day and Stede, his love that he almost lost. He decides not to look away and if he sneakily checks a pulse here and there, or stokes blonde or salt and pepper locks occasionally, no one needs to know.

When Izzy wakes, early with the sun as always, he does something a little different. Before getting out of bed he kisses Ed twice, then takes a deep breath and brushes Stede's golden curls from his forehead. There's a complicated expression on his face, and it's raw and gorgeous but Ed doesn't want to ruin the moment so he keeps the thought to himself. Izzy drags his hand down Stede's cheek, gentle as can be, and leans forward to press a long, firm kiss right on his cheekbone.

Stede's eyes open but he says nothing. Just looks at Izzy for a long time before he turns his head and kisses Izzy's palm, soft and reverent. Izzy's eyes are bright when he pulls away, but he turns around quickly, resolute to begin the day, and Ed curls himself back around Stede knowing he won't be leaving his side today and basking in the overwhelming warmth of what he just saw.

Stede falls back to sleep quickly, especially with Ed's fingers running through his hair, but there's a soft smile on his face that Ed can't wait to see more of. He's also very interested for Izzy to see it and to know he put it there.

There's more love here, he thinks, than any of them thought possible and for once, he's very, very glad to have been wrong.

[rdng1230]

Your post has me desperately needing a bucktommy/saltommy edit to mitski’s washing machine heart but continuing on because ✨pain✨

Anyways because i need more angst do you think sal ever thinks about that night and wishes he had stayed. Had had the courage to whisper words in the daylight instead of moon light. Do you think he’s happy for Tommy when he sees him with Buck but goes home and brings out the old whiskey bottle because he cant stand to look in the mirror because he’s scared what might stare back at him, scared to accept both of them moved on but a part of them both will always be tangled under those sheets under a night sky and lost promises.

(Honestly i gotta quit getting drunk and writing shit at 1:30 in the morning ignore this if ya want to)

ya know I wish I had the patience to become a good video editor, but I honestly fear the monster I would become. I am also chronically bad at remembering song names so I had to Spotify that one real quick and as soon as that little electronic beat came on I was like “oh fuck it’s THAT ONE” I see you anon, I see your vision.

on to the actual answer. There’s two nights you could be talking about so I guess we’re doing double trouble angst on this fine evenin’

Toxic Sal Tommy version with the bad call and the bottoming and the being a fucker afterwards? I think that version of Sal is a lot more terrified of the idea of wanting to be taken care of rather than letting tommy love him specifically. And also just the fear of being truly known, no cocky arrogant mask, no hierarchy, just a guy who is *deeply* affected by the horrors of his job and for one night let’s those wounds be seen. I don’t think this version of Sal truly loved Tommy, I think he profoundly trusted tommy, and that scared the shit out of him which is why he lashed out and ended it. I don’t think seeing Buck and Tommy together specifically would affect him. I think just seeing Tommy as he is now, such an open person who’s honest and doesn’t hide, I think that’s what would haunt Sal the most. I also think his behavior is a repetitive pattern. It’s a matter of 2 steps forward 3 steps back. He finds someone he can bond with, eventually builds a trust, let’s them in for the briefest of encounters, and blows it up again. Rinse lather repeat.

ok doomed lovers Saltommy? Dear god. I think so much of his decision to go into Tommy’s room that night is wrapped up in about 10 layers of guilt at probie’s death, shame at wanting comfort for something he thinks he caused, desire because that pounding in his chest that happens only around Tommy has become undeniable, and just wanting someone there to share the grief with. And even with the crushing tide of all those negative emotions, being in Tommy’s arms for the first time is still one of the best nights of his life.

But the rest of their relationship? That’s the part he truly aches over. He knows the way things ended hurt Tommy deeply, and all the hurt was avoidable if Sal had just admitted his own cowardice, that he knew he was going to hold Tommy back and that it was for the best he leave Sal behind. But instead he let that resentment of Tommy’s bravery build up inside him and made Tommy feel like he was doing something wrong or that Sal just didn’t love him. He used Bobby, a man he knew deep down was right to call him out, to place himself in exile, finally giving Tommy the freedom Sal couldn’t bear to give him himself.

when he sees the picture in the paper he spends the day letting himself cry in a way he never has before. He cries for the dead probie, he cries for all the people he hurt because he couldn’t stand their vulnerabilities, he cries because he knows the man he loves is truly lost to him. He genuinely does feel better after letting it all out and he ends up resolving himself that even though they’d never be together, he should have the decency to tell Tommy it was never his fault, and that all those things he’d said when their romantic relationship ended were completely untrue. so he writes that down in a letter. Tommy’s moved since they cut contact, so he decides to deliver the letter to harbor station in person.

when he gets there he’s surprised to see the 118 kid clearly bringing Tommy lunch. Sal stands just out of sight but he catches their conversation. He realizes Evan Buckley is already fixing all the pieces of Tommy’s heart that Sal broke. And that knowledge makes Sal happier and sadder than anything else ever has.

[paraliveimaginesblog]

for the flower prompts, daisies for kenta?

Kenta Mikoshiba:

Daisies - a game of ‘they love me, they love me not’.

“I’m not some fuckin’ kid, I don’t give a shit if they like me or not.”

“You look angry for someone who doesn’t care.” Shion’s airy reply, along with the smirk on his face, only further infuriated the angsty teen. Where the hell could he even get flowers anyway? And what would he even do with the petals after? Pick them up like a loser with nothing better to do? He wasn’t a goddamn janitor!

Kenta considered adding another hole to the wall but decided their shitty little shack of a home would probably crumble if he did. Instead, he hold himself up with technology as best he could, putting invisible blinders so the others wouldn’t bother him. The others knew the drill though Yuto still tempted fate by sticking his hand into the cage of a starved dog when he asked Kenta to eat dinner with the rest of them.

He just needed something basic to take his mind off of it, off of you, and he began to search through his extensive game library until his eyes landed on a simple game that came free with a quick internet search. You press a button, a set of numbers appears, and then you keep pressing until you hit a mine and it was game over. He almost dismissed it but he thought, for a second, that this could be his own way to play ‘they love me, they love me not’. No stupid flowers, no mess to clean up, just him and this game that he could easily close the window of if it became too much.

The concept was easy, if he hit a mine that meant you didn’t love him, and that you’d only implode his entire life as he knows it. He doesn’t pay attention to any of the indicators that help lead him through the game, pressing with reckless abandon, almost demanding fate give him a negative response in hopes of discouraging his pursuit of this foreign feeling. Yet fate was not one to be tampered with, almost taking it like a personal challenge to beat Kenta at his own game.

Kenta wins once, and he doesn’t think anything of it. Clearly his natural gaming skills are coming into play here so it’s obvious that even when he wasn’t paying attention he’d win. So he looked away from the screen, tapping randomly, holding his breath as he finally looked back at it and saw no mines had been hit. Once again paying attention, he wins again, then again, and he’s finally at the point where he’s going to lose it.

“AAAAAAAGH!”

He threw the phone, technical contraband, in a fit of rage, glaring as it cracked against the wall and shattered into pieces. He really hadn’t been paying attention to anything happening around him which meant time had passed much quicker than he realized, the lights in the room off because the others had gone to bed. When they flick back on is when he realized, temporarily blinded by the sudden all encompassing light and shielding his eyes from it while they adjusted.

“…I’m assuming there’s a reason you did that,” Shion hissed out, looking rather irritated from beneath a tangled nest of white hair.

“W-w-what’s going on?!” Yuto burst into the room in a panic, looking more stressed than usual. “Is everyone alright?!”

And Ryoga continued to snore, none the wiser to Kenta’s inner turmoil over officially being stamped as 'loved'.

[flightfoot]

Chat in the movie was sassier and could be annoying but consider…

1. The movie makes a point that Adrien tries to close off his heart to people. He lost his mother at a much younger age than Show Adrien who only lost her less than a year before the series starts. So he’s had more time to become a bit prickly and put up walls. Show Adrien is still desperately trying to hold onto his positivity. But Movie Adrien is more Jaded. He’s an independent catboy who don’t need no watermelon cramping his style. I think that’s why it’s easier for him to yell at his father later on too. Movie Adrien has been dealing with the broken home crap for much longer.

2. Movie Adrichat is a bit more in line with Season 1 Adrichat. He’s more likely to express negativity even if it’s just with a facial expression. Chat Noir in season 1 is more of a sassmaster. He doesn’t go as far as movie chat, but he gets some barbs in and has more bravado. He tells Theo that he’s in charge between the two heroes in Copycat and makes muscles at Marinette in Illustrator. He pushes back against Ladybug more and tells her on more than one occasion that she’s not funny when she sasses him with a joke. When Ladybug calls about his Lourve heist asking what’s going on, he tells her if she’d been there she would know, said he was handling it himself and hung up. He pokes fun at her lucky charms multiple times. He’s salty with Plagg and makes sarcastic little comments about his dad and is generally allowed more teenagery moments that aren’t necessarily the most gentlemanly but sympathetic considering his situation. Like remember when Ladybug exposed Lila’s lie about her and the first thing he says to Ladybug in French is something like “are you insane?!” before he caught himself? 😆

I liked movie Chat because he reminded me more of Season 1 (and maybe 2?) Adrien? As Adrichat progressed in the series he lacked more personality to me. He definitely lacked some of his season 1 attitude. By Season 5, he felt really wooden to me a lot of the time. Like he still has moments of negative emotion, but there was something more dynamic about his character at first. Adrichat in Season 5 is either angry enough to kill over Marinette or sad with his tail between his legs. He used to express himself more as Chat just day to day for all sorts of reasons. He used to have a bit more edge. Doesn’t mean I want him to be an edge lord. He’s always been sweet and self depreciating too but I miss his sassier moments.

All of that to say, Movie Chat reminded me of him and lately he feels a little neutered. Though Season 1 Chat is the main Chat for me, I think I prefer Movie AdriChat to Season 5 AdriChat at this point.

True, Movie!Adrien's dealing with different things. Movie!Gabriel is a way better person and parent than Show!Gabriel, having lost himself in grief but not trying to actually hurt Adrien, merely retreating... but that's also left Adrien without a parent for a lot longer. Based on the pictures we see, I'm betting it's been around five years. He's definitely more withdrawn, he says something about that in the movie, and him wearing earbuds all the time seems to be a way of symbolizing how he's closing himself off from the outside world, like how Neku uses his headphones in TWEWY. I like how you point out that he's making himself into an independent catboy who acts like he doesn't actually need other people, like he's enough on his own - that does help to explain why he's not reaching out to Ladybug as much, why he makes himself out to be a big shot more than in canon. He's been basically alone for a long time now, so he can only really depend on himself.

2. Yeah Movie!Adrien does remind me of S1!Adrien with his expression of negativity and sass. I thought that it worked better in the show than the movie though. In the show it usually seemed to me to be bravado, his imitation of a swashbuckling hero similar to Eugene's "Flynn Rider" impression in Tangled, while in the movie, I thought he came off as a little mean to Ladybug at times, especially since he didn't have as much gentle support going on as we do in the show, whenever Ladybug's struggling.

[thehollowwriter]

Warnings: None

Key: Regular text is for the present, italics is for flashbacks, bold is for journal entries

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Lamentations Pt 4

Silas sighed. He pressed his pointer fingers together, then pressed them against his lips. He peered at his last entry. Those last words.

Pretty. Clever. Sharp.

That's what Morrigan called him, and he still remembered the emotions that flooded him when he processed the words.

Shock. Confusion. Flusteredness.

He was pretty sure Morrigan was messing with him at first, but that wasn't really Morrigan's idea of funny.

He had felt so restless that night, tossing and turning and scratching nervously at the wall, trying to find some purpose, some rhyme or reason for those words.

He thought of those gleaming, mischevious eyes and that wide toothy smirk, and his heart nearly lost all semblance of control.

Silas sighed and moved his hands to grasp his pen once again, just as he had done before.

Well, at least this bit would be easy to write.

Our encounters changed after that night. Not in a negative way, no, not atball. Though I will admit the atmosphere was tense when Morrigan came in the following week. I think he thought I was going to chase him off for what he said. But no, I did no such thing. The opposite, really.

Our relationship entered an odd limbo of flirting with each other and not much else after that. There were lingering touches, long-lasting (and I will admit, sultry) glances, flirting, his tailfin would curl around mine and I would let it, and of course, far more "fights" than usual.

When he requested that I teach him how to hunt, this seemed to worsen in a way. He would watch me with bright, burning eyes, hanging on to every word I spoke as if it were gospel.

I would watch him in turn, entranced by the sheer skill and ferocity in his movements as he copied my instructions . Too many times would a hunt turn on it's head and we would end up "fighting."

It's funny, really. To an outsider, it would seem like we were trying to kill each other. But we knew better. It was a dance. A waltz. A sign of trust proven by throats left unbitten and bellies left unslashed.

Morrigan was absolutely capable of killing me. It wouldn't be easy, and I would be able to cast something to get him away, but it was a possibility.

My magic was technically stronger, but his was far more refined, and his arsenal of spells was like no other. I was more patient and calculating, he was far more vicious and had an absolutely fascinating ability to simply force himself through whatever injury he was suffering from and keep going.

My malnourishment left me vulnerable, easy to break. And yet... he didn't. He was so careful. So practised. There were a few moments when we tangled with each other, where he would pause and glance down as if he feared he had broken me. Of course, I always took the opportunity to take victory over him, but I appreciated the sentiment.

Thinking back on these moments always brings me to those times where the fight was briefly forgotten, and we would simply gaze at each other in silence.

It's so easy to get lost in Morrigan's eyes. Brilliant, beautiful pools of turquoise like that of shallow tropical waters.

There was always so much in Morrigan's eyes. So many emotions and thoughts. So much knowledge. So much... adoration.

And then, the spell would break, and we would either go back upside or continue until we tired or one of us won.

My grandfather always teased me, muttering things like "Ah, young love" and reminiscing about when he met his own husband, and sometimes even teasing Morrigan.

However, I remember the day he got serious with me, staring into my soul with bright amethyst eyes that had witnessed things I could never begin to conceive.

"Silas."

"Yes, grandfather?"

"Sit down."

Silas sat down, suddenly feeling a lot less like a 33 year old business owner and more like a child about to get scolded.

"Silas," His grandfather spoke slowly, carefully, as if this were the most important conversation they would ever have. "I want you to think very carefully about your feelings for Morrigan. You're an adult, and you can make your own decisions, but I must advise that you decide where you want this... thing with him to go. He's clearly head over tailfin for you, and the two of you have been going in circles for months. You can't keep that up forever."

Silas opened his mouth to protest the very idea of having feelings for Morrigan or vise verse, then closed it again. He leaned back and blinked, taking a moment to think.

Morrigan. How could he ever describe how he felt about Morrigan?

A million different feelings and emotions flooded him at once when he was around Morrigan. Excitement, joy, amusement, thrills, admiration-

Love? Could that be what this was? He wasn't sure. He didn't know what romantic love felt like, not really. He attempted a date or two in the past, but while it didn't end 'badly', he never felt anything.

What could he say? They were nice, but they weren't Morrigan. They didn't make his adrenaline spike like Morrigan. They didn't snap back at his remarks like Morrigan. They didn't make him laugh with stupid jokes and puns like Morrigan. They weren't clever like Morrigan. They were not unafraid to fight him like Morrigan. They did not allow his teeth near their throat with such absolute trust like Morrigan.

...They didn't speak of the children in their life (at least those who had or interacted with children), the one's who's future was in their hands, with such care and love like Morrigan. They were not as odd, nor as ruthless and delightfullypowerful as Morrigan.

He could go on forever. It was quite simple, really. They were just not Morrigan.

Silas gazed at his grandfather and nodded his head.

"Yes, grandfather. I will."

I was quite absent-minded the next few days. Morrigan occupied my thoughts whenever possible, slithering into the cracks and crevices of my mind like a mischevious moray eel.

Yes, I was quite sure what I was feeling was some sort of romantic attraction. Morrigan made my heart pound, my blood rush, and my fins flare like something out of a cliché romance novel.

I eventually came to the decision that I wanted to give Morrigan a courting gift. Now, this was no lighthearted whim. Even in the Abyss, courting gifts were treated with utmost importance. In fact, damaging or breaking them was considered bad luck, especially if you were neither the giving nor receiving party.

I spent ages pondering what to make for Morrigan. I didn't bother worrying if teeth or bones would scare him off. He stuck with me that long and flirted with me on the regular. If something as simple as teeth bothered him, he would have been gone years ago.

The question at hand was what teeth to get him. The tradition of courting gifts went back hundreds of years, and it used to be common to kill a particularly dangerous, feared, or difficult to kill animal or person and present whoever you're interested in with some remnant of the carcass.

Usually, it was jewellery. The most common was a simple necklace of teeth. It shows your potential partner that you're capable of protecting them. If they reciprocate, they do so by making a courting gift to give to you in return.

It's still in practice today, but pretty things like seashells are becoming more popular over teeth and bones.

I had so many different possible creatures, even people, to choose from that I just couldn't decide. Barracuda? Moray eel? Swordfish?

I was so distracted with this that I almost completely missed Morrigan's arrival with a single yellowfin tuna in hand and a smug grin on his face

He had gotten so good at hunting under my guidance, but stealth was where he truly excelled.

"You..." Sillas' eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the tuna. His tuna. "I-"

"You're awfully distracted today, Silas," said Morrigan with a toothy grin. "Don't even notice me come in. What's going on in that mysterious mind of yours?"

Silas huffed. "I'm tired. But still, well done. I didn't even suspect you had arrived."

He was met with a smaller, more genuine smile. "Well, I did learn from the best."

Silas sent a half smile back, trying to act like his cheeks weren't warming up. "Hmm, true. What will it be today?"

"One yellowfin tuna," Morrigan began, holding the tuna up higher with that grin of his stretched across his face. He had such a stupid grin. Silas loved it. "four mackerel and and one octopus."

"A whole octopus?"

"Yeah."

Silas raised an eyebrow and went to package Morrigan's order, pondering whether or not he should make a remark about how Morrigan never ordered his "specials."

"That's new. What's the occasion?"

"My ma's birthday. She loves octopus."

"First time she's sent you to buy that from me."

Morrigan shrugged. "She doesn't want to get it her usual way anymore. A pair of octopus mers, mother and daughter, recently moved into the city. Ma says it would be disrespectful."

Silas furrowed his brows, then blinked at Morrigan. "What-"

"Yeah, I don't get it either. Apparently, one of the octopus mers is starting up a restaurant. You may have a customer. Mom told her about you."

"She did?" Silas questioned, surprised. He made an effort to ignore the pun. "I didn't expect-"

"Me neither." Said Morrigan. "She said all sorts of lovely things, a list of recommendations and compliments a mile long. She's usually so... unpleasant about you. Sorry. She thinks you're a-"

"Bad influence?" Silas finished, handing Morrigan his order. He knew the words quite well at this point. "Mm, I'm not surprised. I did turn you into a stone cold hunter with a taste for blood, after all. And I tried to kill you."

Morrigan's grin twisted into a smirk. "And I'm all the better for it. I'll happily do it all over again. Especially if it's to see you every week."

As he spoke, he shuffled about with his satchel and placed a pouch on the counter. It was created from seaweed and coral, like most things in the sea were, although it was larger than purses usually were.

"I've gotta go. I cannot be late today. See you next week Si!"

"Morrigan-" Silas began, but Morrigan was already gone. He sighed and picked up the pouch, muttering about keeping the change, and opened it to count the madol inside.

"Really, Morrigan, forgetting y-"

Whatever quip about to come out of Silas' mouth died on his tongue. His mouth went dry, and his heart began to pound as he peered at what lay inside the pouch.

Slowly, he reached inside the pouch and pulled the object of his shock free.

A necklace. A necklace of teeth, of orca teeth, strung on a carefully crafted string of seaweed and magic. A particularly spiney murex shell was the centrepiece of the whole ordeal.

Silas swallowed, his heart pounding so fast it nearly jumped out of hus throat. Quickly, he rifled through the pouch. There was the payment for the mackerel and octopus, and nothing else. No note. There was no need for one.

The message was loud and clear.

Trembling, Silas traced the large, sharp teeth and clutched the necklace to his chest.

A courting gift. Morrigan had given him a courting gift.

A flurry of emotions suddenly exploded inside Silas and he hastily swam to the second floor of the building, bursting into the kitchenette and scaring his grandfather into dropping his newspaper.

"Sea Witch, Silas, someone better be dying." The old shark gasped.

"No- No- Grandfather, Morrigan- he-" Silas gave up on words and carefully held up the necklace. "Look."

His grandfather's eyes widened, and then the surpised expression was replaced with a smile.

"Well now, it looks like he beat you to it. You plan to present him with one as well? ...If that is what you want?"

The question went unanswered for a while. Silas gazed at the necklace, then pulled his hair away from his neck and slid the necklace over his head.

"Yes," He murmured, thumbing at a particularly large tooth. "More than anything."

The thought of being with Morrigan, the thought of wearing his courting gift while he wore mine, filled me with a sense of what I can only describe as giddiness.

I knew what to get him then. Whatever I previously had in mind was dwarfed by the fact that Morriganbhad managed to pull the teeth of an orca, the oceans' top predator, whether by killing it, seriously wounding it or some other method.

How was I going to top that? It was simple, really. Find a bigger orca.

My grandfather found this incredibly amusing, of course, as he did with most things involving Morrigan and I.

"Always so competitive." He said to me. "Even when it comes to courting gifts."

He was right, of course, but competition was a constant between Morrigan and I. It is something that remained even after our friendship gave way to romance.

Besides, I was the better hunter.

With that in mind, I set off on my little journey to find an orca. Orcas do not scare me. They don't compare to the horrors down below, and I have eaten orca before.

The actual hunt of that orca when I found it is not too important. The important part to me is making the necklace.

It took a while for me to pull out the teeth I needed. I had to be precise and careful so I didn't damage them or get them stuck. Then, after dropping them off at home, I swam to the very edge of the city of Atlanta.

It was the closest I had ever been to the city. Perfect, sparkling, and bright, fitted amongst a beautiful coral reef where the sunlight could reach. It hurt my eyes and made me nervous.

Nonetheless, I got what I wanted. A volute shell. A fairly large, very pretty volute shell. I may not understand the logic of presenting pearls and shells to your partner, as they prove nothing about your abilities, but it was a part of Morrigan's culture and I wanted to include it alongside the teeth.

I returned home quickly and, using a combination of seaweed, rope, and magic, began putting the necklace together. Small bone knives and some more magic helped me pierce the holes I needed, and then I laced the rope through the teeth and shells.

It took a very long time and was a frustrating process, but I was very particular about how I wanted it to look and refused to settle for second best.

I was quite proud of myself when I finished. I knew how to craft bags, pouches, traps, and weapons, but I never made jewellery. This necklace of teeth, with the volute shell functioning as a pendant, turned out well. It looked beautiful.

When Morrigan came in next week, he was nervous. I know this because his stealth utterly failed, and I caught him before he could get a fin in the door.

We had our usual banter, although Morrigan was much more stiff than usual, then sold him his fish and carefully placed the necklace inside Morrigan's pouch alongside his change.

"I'll see you next week, Morrigan," Silas said softly, sending the mer a half smile.

Morrigan's earfins drooped, and a disappointed expression briefly flashed across his face.

"Uh- yeah. I'll see you next week, Si." He said. He began to drift out the door with none of his usual sassy comments, muttering to himself.

"Make sure you count your change, Morrigan," Silas called to him. "My math is off today."

"Yeah, okay." Morrigan called back dully. There was the sound of shuffling. Then, a pause. Then, a gasp of surprise and delight.

Morrigan shot back into the shop so fast he was a mere blur of dark green. He grasped Silas by the arms and nearly knocked him over, turquoise eyes as wide as saucers.

He was already wearing the necklace. It looked incredible on him.

"Y-You're serious?" He gasped out, disbelief all over his face.

Silas simply sent him a smile, and that said enough. Morrigan's fins fanned out in excitement, and he slid his hands down to Silas' hips.

"May I?"

Silas nodded.

Morrigan pulled Silas close and coiled his tail around Silas', carefully wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm so glad you said yes," He said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you weren't interested."

To his surprise, Silas huffed and leaned forward so their foreheads bumped together. "I'm afraid being uninterested in you is impossible.

Silas could feel Morrigan's heart speed up, though he didn't respond. He didn't need to. They simply stayed like that for a while, staring into each other's eyes, turquoise on amthyst.

After some time passed, Morrigan slowly moved his hand to cup Silas' cheek, the tips of his claws pressing harmlessly against the rough skin.

"I love you." He seemed to say, although no words were spoken. Silas put his own hand on top of Morrigan's and stroked it with his thumb. "I love you too."

Rough, scarred lips met soft, radiant ones in tandem.

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For reference, the murex shell looks like this:

And the volute shell looks like this:

[beevean]

Especially the justifications ranging from "Sonic is neurodivergent-coded" to "Sonic is canonically neurodivergent" in Prime grind my gears. I'm certain many of the same people are gushing about how awesome it is that Sonic Prime is CaNoN tO tHe GaMeS... as in, the games where Sonic:

knew that simply defeating and sealing away Chaos again would do NOTHING except make its hurt and anger only worse.

gave Blaze a kind and supportive pep talk, acknowledging what she had been through because of her pyrokinesis and duties as Sol Emerald Guardian and offering her his friendship with a reminder she can count on the people she's got to know during her adventure.

defeated Merlina but expressed sympathy with her hurt about her world ending while sharing his own philosophy of needing to live life to the fullest, without any call-outs about her attacking him earlier, boasts about defeating her, or scoldings about her negative view on it all.

Immediately came rushing back from Cannon's Core in the ARK even though he was seconds away from foiling the entirety of Eggman's plan with the fake Emerald because Eggman and Tails informed him Amy was in danger.

And those are only the examples I know for certain on the top of my head, without even touching upon everything that happens in games like Sonic Battle and Sonic Forces. It's not even that Prime!Sonic is particularly nasty or rude, he clearly adores his friends, but he can't read a room to save his life and he is legitimately just stupid. Which is clearly done because it can be used to write jokes, but he is stupid, in a way that a properly-written game!Sonic could not be even if he tried. And you mean to tell me the Sonic from the above examples is the occasionally-insensitive constantly-dumb hyperactive chatterbox that Prime presents him as? Please.

(I'm sorry, I figure you might have gotten tired of Prime discourse now, but in general the whole He's Totes Neurodivergent fandom perception annoy me, because they use that card to completely disregard any (in my opinion valid) counterarguments about any poor portrayal...)

Oh wait I forgot to add: the reason I came up with those examples is apparently because people think that Sonic (aka Prime!Sonic) has low empathy. Stolen from some probably-shady and possibly-unreliable site on the internet whose definition of empathy does otherwise seem to check out: "In general, empathy is the ability to understand or sense another person’s perspective, feelings, needs, or intentions, even when you don’t share the same circumstances. It can sometimes involve acting on that understanding, including offering help." And I ask, in what world does Sonic from the games lack empathy?????? He's literally the most empathic pep-talk-giving perspective-seeing help-providing understanding sweetheart on the entire planet with that definition!

I remember reading a post that proposed that Tails had high empathy and Sonic had low empathy, before Prime was a thing. And I had your identical "bruh???????" reaction. Sonic has low empathy? Literally where. Show me proof that any version of Sonic struggles to empathize with people. My man is actually pretty good at understanding others, as you accurately pointed out.

Anyway, I don't have ADHD and even I am getting annoyed at how it's been reduced to "hehe i'm soooooo silly and quirky and kiddy 🤪". If it's not Sonic, then it's characters like Tangle who has pretty much become a womanchild and fans defend her because she's "neurodivergent-coded".

Also, speaking of differences between Prime and Canon Sonic, while the latter was also relatively slow to the uptake to accept that he was not meeting his actual friends in Secret Rings and Black Knight, it was still not as ridiculous as the former, who apparently could not recognize that he was in the third different AU in a row and still was all "oh Tails am I glad to see you!".

And apparently Apple Metal was built to be like Sonic but way more obnoxious about it, which prompts Sonic to say "if I'm half as annoying as you I need to change". Which. *sigh*

and i'm pretty sure there was a boom character like that, but boom apparently sucks ass now while prime is the best western show ever. okay

[queenofsquids]

Still crocheting away on the black thread project.

Plenty of time to ruminate over my latest doll fixation. I am going to make a Ghibli doll someday I swear it. I've been incubating random flop attempts for over ten years at this point. I'm GONNA seize the inspiration and DO IT ... someday lol

Who first 🧐 There are so many good ones. I'm particularly fond of Pazu, he just seems so steadfast and kind. Feeds birds. Has a good head on his shoulders.

And of course there's Kiki ... decisions decisions

Health talk below!!

Chest update, tumors have not changed size, still probably benign.

She needed to do a manual check up and was like wow I can tell you must be really sore I can feel how lumpy everything is. She thanked me for not flinching?? We did discuss already how sore I always am, but this is definitely the worst part of my cycle for that.

For the first time I really confided in this doctor how much more comfortable in my skin I'd be with NO chest. She was helpful to talk to but in her capacity she can't just do like, top surgery without pressing medical need. She explained what types of cosmetic surgery I could go to another doctor like a plastic surgeon for.

OR if I do this genetic test I've been putting off and it comes back 20% or more likelihood of breast cancer then they can perform a mastectomy. My half sister had breast cancer at my age, but somehow that only makes me at most a 17% risk according to their calculations. The world is so fucking bizarre sometimes.

She also said possibly severe anxiety over the possibility of cancer may be enough reason, though they would send me to a psychiatrist etc first. She said it like a negative but I took it like a "don't threaten me with a good time" cause damn I'd love a professional to see about my anxiety.

Anyway long story short I sure would love top surgery, for a shitload of tangled up reasons. Wish I'd been born with a different set of junk altogether but now gotta figure out how far I'd go to change what I've got.

Period incoming any second now. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Feel free to add your own anecdotes on my health posts. I'm sharing on purpose to try to help others who may be like me and stuff. It's difficult for me to actually write so much personal stuff about MYSELF, despite sincerely benefitting from reading many other people's experiences so.

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Anon sent: "Snippet ask: Somelike it rough v2 Yasha 4c treatment by a half orc"

Some Like it Rough V2: 4C

She had hoped, after being freed of the control of...whoever it was that had controlled her...that she would be free to chart her own path. She wanted to see a world beyond the bleak wastes of Xhorhas, to see beautiful and vibrant colors and lands the likes of which she'd never experienced--the likes of which Zuala had always dreamed of seeing. She'd hoped she'd be able to see them for her.

She didn't even make it a half-day from the Stormlord's shrine.

Yasha gagged, choking, moaning as she felt the large, thick cock shove down her throat--she felt the orc chief's fingers tangle in her wild hair, gripping it tight like handles or a leash as he shoved her down over and over again. The massive prick plunged down her gullet, bulging out her throat, and she swore she could feel it thrust between her lungs and down into her gut.

After wandering from the shrine, she'd stumbled into a band of orc marauders, led by a half-orc--one of the rare few half-orcs that stood just as tall or taller than his full-blood brothers. With no weapon and no clan to defend her, she could barely put up a fight, though the fight she had put up had clearly impressed the leader.

"Ha! A woman with fire in her heart!" he'd exclaimed, before shoving her down onto her back and pinning her with his boot on her gut. "You'll make a fine wife~"

Which was what led her to where she was now--stripped of her clothes and down on her knees in the orc chief's tent, forced to take his massive cock down her throat over and over again as he groaned with approval. She was helpless--even with her own considerable strength, she was no match for him, and could do nothing more than let him fuck her face like it was all it was good for.

"Yesss~!" the half-orc growled, and suddenly he pulled her back--the hands in her hair dropping to instead wrap around her neck and lift her gaze up to him. "You'll make a good cocksucker soon~ but now--!"

Yasha gasped, his grip around her neck tightening as he lifted the buxom barbarian up off her feet and flung her onto his bed. She gasped as she bounced on the soft mattress, her body sprawled out upon the beast-hide bedcover--she'd never felt so light, so small, and despite her own hatred in her position...she felt a small part of her heart flutter.

The half-orc smirked at her dazed expression, his larger frame eclipsing hers as he joined her on the bed, hands moving to hold her legs spread. "Now it's time to claim my mate~" he declared, grinning savagely down at her.

Again, Yasha felt a shudder inside--a not entirely negative one--but she attempted to shoot a glare his way. Her expression only made the orc chief grin more lustfully, his eyes staring deep into hers as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Yes, stormy one, show me your fire~ I want to see it burn brighter as you become mine~"

With that, the orc chief crashed his lips to hers, stealing a kiss from her lips that made Yasha gasp, and moan. She felt his cock drive hard into her folds a second later, and it became a full, open-mouth moan, allowing the orc to deepen the kiss and conquer her tongue in a lustful wrestle for domination. His hips rocked hard, driving his cock deep into her, and Yasha felt her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head.

She wasn't sure exactly when she'd started moaning for more--when she'd wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down to her breasts--when she'd squealed as his tusks dug into their pillowy softness and marked her as his. She wasn't sure when he'd flipped her onto her face--when he'd held her hair like a leash and forced her back to arch as she sang out his name-- "Voraxx~!! Voraxx~!! More, Voraxx, more~!!"

She wasn't sure.

All she knew was that as the morning light began to peek into the orc chief's tent, it crept across the still-entwined forms of Voraxx the Voracious and his new warrior bride, a thoroughly-fucked, thoroughly-broken, and thoroughly-pleased Yasha Nydoorin, who for the first time in years felt she truly belonged.

[magnuficent76]

I wanna know more about Andromeda and Salt... They're not as oft talked about. Self, for bad, and Loss for both of them!

Also for Good (for Archer) bc I'm v curious but you can do whichever ones of these yoy feel most like talking about

HAII AND I WILL ABSOLUTELY TALK ABOUT THEM !! I have GOT to stop neglecting my ocs but the Worms are In There </3

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Self – How is your OC's relationship with themself? Does your OC like who they are? Is there anything about themself that they would change?

■ For Salt, I like to think he's pretty much already his ideal self ! When they were small, they already figured out being a girl wasn't all that fun, so they tried a bunch of everything before figuring it all out: Oh I don't have to subscribe to this at all ! This is awesome :D My gender is [EXPLOSION GIF] [SEVERAL FLASHING LIGHTS] [EXPLOSION GIF BUT FASTER]. He's got all that self expression and presentation down pat: You are like the bullets being shot from a machine gun. Extremely deadly and so very loud, but also very cool, so nobody can tell you anything ever. This strategy has worked for as long as Salt has been alive since they've never really had that bad of a time using their body, so clearly they're doin' it right.

♠︎ For Andromeda, given they're an immortal being of chaos reborn into a mortal vessel to experience things, she hasn't exactly had time to worry about "insecurities" given all the Situations Xe Puts Zirself In. They love themselves and they love what they stand for and he has never before worried about being wrong, because error is necessary for nature to get things right !!! Who give a shit !!! Faer's already everything and anything fae wants to also because of the fact she is a VERY skilled shapeshifter. Gender fluid but to the most literal way you can possibly make it. Sometimes it gets hard having to conform to society's standards of normalcy, because he really enjoys just being weird looking and generally uncanny, but yk, fae manages ! No need to be upset if you're constantly in a loop of happiness and manageable chaos !!

For Bad – Is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your OC’s life? How did your OC deal with that change? Have they been able to move on?

■ Salt has always the curse of being way too bold for his own good, so often times, he'll get tangled with the wrong person and end up a little worse off than he'd like. One of those people would be their ex friend/partner: Pepper. Pep was... well, bad for them, and they both knew it since they would constantly fight and be at each other's throats, but the thrill kept them both coming back. This adrenaline seeking behavior that often injured both parties was unhealthy to say the least, but its pretty much ingrained into Salt's brain now. Putting themselves in situations but like in a bad way. Their current girlfriend is helping them express those more aggressive thrills in healthier ways though, don't worry :]

♠︎ Andromeda has had their fair share of bad people in their life, all to fuel the passion of their unrelenting dreams of being a star, so its no surprise they also have a fair share of bad people coming in and out of it. Its a little more... personal, for her though. See, Andy is a model, and the industry is plenty exploitative as it is, but seeing as they have that craving, agents get a little... too comfortable, I suppose you could say. He's had to deal with plenty of touchy creeps and greedy agents and the like, pretty much on a weekly basis since xe gets contracts Often, but they manage. It doesn't affect xem all that negatively anymore, they're still naturally friendly !... but don't mistake that friendliness for trust, because they DO NOT trust anymore.

For Good – Is there anyone in your OC's life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC's life?

◇ He would never admit it, even if you tried to torture it out of him, but the person that impacted Archer the most is probably Jonah. He looooooves acting like Jonah ruined his life and that he would've been better off a single child, but he loves the guy, even when they don't get along. They have been together through basically everything, being able to rely on the other in case things got rough, and it infuriates Archer how much better of a person he is because of his brother's support throughout their life together. He has this unspoken admiration for Jo that he wishes to express better, but that often turns into jealousy and bitterness simply because he feels inferior to anyone who does things better than him. He is way better because of Jonah's presence in his life, but at the same time he wishes he wasn't so reliant on his brother to keep him from being shitty, like he can't do good things on his own if someone else isn't shouting at him to do so.

Don't worry about it though. Im sure it won't culminate into anything. :]

[fuzzydreamin]

for the oc details ask: 💯🖊️🤍 💚 💔🤔, for Al, Nora, & anyone else you want to answer these for?

Three lists in one ask? You're killing me.

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💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Nora answered here.

✝ Alberta:

Had a boyfriend before they left the vault - Paul Hannon Jr. Didn't know he died after 'Escape!' until she returned later.

Their first companion was Jericho...

Al didn't get normal periods. She could go months without them but when she did have one it was bad. They've stopped completely in recent years thanks to Al's poor health. A blessing from a curse.

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

✪ Nora gets a small heart shaped tattoo around the bullet scar on her collar bone, which was already sort of heart-shaped and why she wanted to define it that way. Nothing else. She's not personally into tattoos on herself, and just does it as a way to own her scar -something she also has some trouble accepting at first.

✝ Alberta has a sentinel rank tattoo on their left upper arm. Maybe more I haven't figured it all out yet.

🎖 I don't think Nate had any, but he wouldn't have been opposed to the idea. It would've been something small that he could hide though.

☣ Calamity probably did but I dunno what, and they'd be hard to see on his ghoulish skin anymore. He probably had friends who did their own work on him -nothing all that much, just a few small tattoos here and there of varying quality.

🏕 Jack does not have any. He might get something for Beckett in the future though, since he'll likely outlive him thanks to mutations. Maybe something for his family, and maybe Sofia too, though they're just friends. Basically, he's the type where if he got one he'd get more, but they would still have to mean something to him. They'd probably represent the people symbolically in some way, so it's not blatantly obvious that they're tributes.

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

✪ Nora:

Doesn't like others questioning her leadership, decisions, or abilities (a genuine "you sure you can do that?" is fine, but not a "there's no way you can do that").

Isn't above sometimes being a little cruel and scaring the pants off people if it gets her point across, especially if they've pissed her off. (She usually does this to 'bad guys' but I'm counting it here anyway.)

Touched on in my previous post but Nora has some issues with control. She was always ambitious but after the bombs and what happened in the vault she gets panicked if she feels like she doesn't have power in a situation.

✝ Alberta:

Will overlook the bad actions of those they care about.

Will do bad actions if it gains the approval of said people - to a point, there are some lines Al won't cross. But they also don't always think before they act, so... Basically they're easily manipulated.

I... dunno. Al's full of bad things but they're all sorta tangled up together so it's hard to just pull them out seperately.

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

✪ Nora:

Does not like bugs or 'pest' animals. Like, not a hatred for them, but she thinks they're gross and gets the willies if they're scurrying about.

Has a habit of flirting with people for fun. Often she'll do it just to test a persons reaction, because it can tell her other things about their character.

Can be concerned with her image - like, if she is clean and put together, and presents as capable.

✝ Alberta:

Doesn't trust others easily. Al will tentatively go along with others, but they're always on the watch for being double crossed or the like. She'll still go along though...

Similar line as above, but they don't believe there are that many truly good people out in the world. Regular 'good' people sure, but they all have or will hurt others at some point, and put their own desires above others. It's just nature. Contradictory this also makes her more willing to forgive some slights - because she simply expects them to some degree.

Doesn't give a fuck about their image generally. You want something done or not? No? Fuck off.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

✝ Alberta: Either? Mostly just whichever will give the most space away from others usually. So probably outside more, travelling from one place to another, but a dark corner where they can fiddle with their tech is also good.

✪ Nora: Inside. Where things are neat and orderly and she can (hopefully) relax and get some work done.

🎖 Nate: Outside. Preferably doing some sports activity or just enjoying the sun and people watching.

☣ Calamity: Inside. Where the people are, causing a ruckus and being the centre of attention. Or just chilling out in a dark corner.

🏕 Jack: Outside. He loves nature.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Nora answered here.

✝ Alberta plays with their pipboy, or whatever other tech/project they might have on hand. 100% the type to bounce their leg or tap fingers on something if their hands aren't occupied. Generally cannot sit still, unless exhausted.

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Wish

After I first saw the trailer for this movie while filling out a survey, I came across negative videos on YouTube about it (but didn't watch any to avoid spoilers). But I knew I still wanted to watch the movie at least once, so that I could form my own opinion. I put it off for almost seven months, but I finally saw it today. Honestly, I didn't think it was that bad.

The movie felt like a classic Disney princess movie in some ways, being an animated musical with magical scenes. I initially thought that the protagonist, Asha, might be a princess, but actually, she was a commoner with a nice dress. Her voice reminded me of Rapunzel from Tangled, even though she was not voiced by the same actress as Rapunzel was. I thought that Asha's grandfather, Sabino, was in surprisingly good shape for a 100-year-old. I liked that Dahlia, one of Asha's friends, had glasses and wasn't treated as lesser. It's so rare for me to see bespectacled characters who are not total nerds or old, and Dahlia, in particular, was the first bespectacled character I've come across in a fantasy setting vaguely inspired by a past era. Valentino's voice was unusually deep for such a young goat, but it was still pleasant to listen to. The anthropomorphic star reminded me of the Lumas from the Mario franchise. I wouldn't be surprised if Disney got inspiration from those characters.

While King Magnifico may have built his kingdom with good intentions, it sounded like a red flag when he claimed that he had the authority to decide what the people deserve. I know he's the king, but having the final say in everyone's lives doesn't feel right to me. I was initially confused as to how he knew that Asha was the one who caused the unauthorized burst of magic, until it was revealed that one of Asha's friends Simon told him. I was also surprised to see that Simon was able to shapeshift into the king during the chase.

Things got dire as Magnifico consumed more and more power from the wishes, so it was quite awesome to see the people stand up to him. The queen, Amaya, always seemed to be the more reasonable one of the monarchs. She tried to reason with her husband, but he ultimately didn't listen. How fitting it was that Magnifico ended up trapped inside the staff he was using, and Amaya became the new leader of the kingdom. I did not expect that Asha would become a sort of fairy godmother, but it was sweet to see the people's wishes coming true.

The references to other Disney movies made another sweet surprise. There was a guy resembling Peter Pan who wanted to build a flying machine. When Valentino mentioned a dream of a utopia where mammals were all treated equally, I assumed it was a reference to Zootopia, even though that movie showed that equality still had a long way to go. There were drawings of various characters from past Disney movies during the credits, and Sabino even played an acoustic version of the When You Wish Upon a Star instrumental! Wow!

While I wouldn't say that Wish was the best movie I've seen, it still entertained me. The amount of fantasy and idealism feels typical for a Disney movie. It might even help you escape from your real-life problems for a little bit.