#though this is definitely the most likely option

[pomrania]

Now that these polls are over, let's talk about the results. My main qualification here is that I'm the OP, thus (except for when I turned off notifications for this post) I saw every tag and comment in my Activity feed, so I have a pretty good feel for what people have been saying here.

First, some numbers. "I know who the mayor is" had a couple of different options to it, but all put together, it's around 52%. In the second poll, once you remove the "I knew who the mayor is" and "show results" options, leaving only people who definitely didn't know who the mayor is, the results are more like 52% "voted", 27% "not eligible to vote", 5% "intended to vote but didn't", and 16% "didn't vote".

As for why I didn't include an option for "we don't have a mayor"… I genuinely hadn't known that it was so common, I'd thought it would just be a few rare places, and would fall under "it's complicated" or "show results". Which seems to have mostly been the case, although there's a suggestion that some people voted "no", as in "no, I don't know who the mayor is, because there is no mayor".

Second, on the subject of the large number of people who didn't know who their mayor is. I've already shown that it's not quite as large as it seems, 37% who don't know compared to 52% who do know. A number of people said that they hoped that 37% was all children; if the second poll can be taken as a representative sample (at n=779, and with the results pattern having been more or less consistent once it got into the double digits, I'd say it can), this is clearly not the case. (At a minimum, over half of them voted; "not eligible" includes "didn't live here then" as well as "too young".)

A bit of first-hand anecdotal evidence. When the most recent municipal election came around here, I looked at the various candidates for positions, picked the ones I thought were best, voted; and then completely forgot the names of everyone involved. Plus, I'm reasonably sure that my chosen candidate didn't win the election; so simply from "voting", there was no way for me to inherently know who the mayor is. ("Not following local politics AFTERWARDS" is entirely on me though.) I have since looked up who the mayor is, and I still can't give that person's name with 100% certainty.

Other anecdotal evidence, going by what was written in a comment or added in a reblog. There's people who have moved recently, people who know the mayor of where they WORK (which is more relevant to their daily life) but not the mayor of where they RESIDE, people who can picture the mayor's face but not remember the name, people whose mayor has been doing a competent job and thus isn't someone they need to think about compared to their other politicians who have been causing problems….

If there's one thing you learn from having a poll take off, it's that there's way more variety to life than you originally assumed. That applies to personal habits, environmental conditions, "common" knowledge, and anything else you care to name; even things where 99% vote for a single option, either it turns out you're in the minority and hadn't known it, or you learn about minority situations / opinions you'd never even imagined.

In some places, you'd have to go out of your way to know who the mayor is; in some places, you'd have to go out of your way to NOT know who the mayor is. "SHOULD someone go out of their way, if necessary, to learn about the mayor" is a separate issue.

[artstennisracket]

Say Ah! ib: Say Ah by Trey Songz please listen while you read :) patrick zweig x art donaldson x fem!reader

cw: nsfw(18+), drunk sex, drug use, dirty talk, squirting, eiffel tower of sorts

girl it’s your birthday open wide i know you’re thirsty say ah

Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson were two very notable names at your very prestigious boarding school. Art’s parents were rich but they were new money. Art’s dad had created a startup tech way before Art was born and it became super successful.

Patrick’s parents though? They were old money. Like Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, Carnegie type old money. No one even knows what his parents do but with amount of money they pay for boarding school tuition, no one really cared.

Art and Patrick were attached at the hip. It made sense though, they were roommates for years. Their families are friends now. They spend breaks and summers on trips to europe or the carribean. Between the Zweig’s chalet in Geneva, the Donaldson’s villa in the Bahamas, the Zweig’s chateau in Nice, and the Donaldson’s beachfront house in St.Kitts, they were spoiled for options.

There were rumors going around that they share girls. You weren’t 100% sure what that meant but you could use your imagination. There were other rumors that they were actually dating each other but you weren’t sure about that either.

Your paths hadn’t crossed much in the almost 6 years you guys have been here. But tonight your best friend insisted you guys go clubbing tonight for your birthday. You liked to party from time to time but you’d try not to go overboard. Emphasis on try. But you were a party girl at heart.

You put on the white shirt and a sequin mini skirt. You finish your makeup and throw on some heels.

“should we pregame?” You ask fiddling with your hair in the mirror.

“nah we won’t need to,” your friend, Liz, says as she finishes zipping up her thigh high boots.

You raise an eyebrow. You know it’s been a minute since you went out but you’re pretty sure pregaming is still the most cost effective way to get drunk.

She continues as she stand up, “we’re going to Patrick and Art’s section tonight at Ikon.”

Oh.

“oh um- i-i didn’t know, i’ve never partied with them before,” you’re unsure why you’re nervous. You’ve been clubbing a million times. And it’s just Patrick and Art, how intimidating could they be.

She shrugs, “i’ve been out with them a few times, they’re super nice. they just always order bottles so there’s no point in pregaming with cheap stuff.”

You nod and follow her out the door.

When you guys get inside the club is already pretty packed. Sweaty bodies and sticky floors. You hold onto you friend hand as she drags you through the club and upstairs. Weaving through the masses.

You’ve never been to Ikon before, you usually frequent Barcelo or Kapital more. But so far you were liking the vibes.

Once you guys get to their section, your friend steps over the velvet rope and you follow suit.

There’s a ridiculous amount of people from school here, mainly girls but a few guys as well. There were a few champagne buckets with ice on the table. In them, so many bottles. Clase Azul, Dom Perignon, Don Julio. Oh wow, Liz was not joking.

She greats them each with a side hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“lizzzzzz, lizzie, you made it i’m so happy you came,” Art says. He’s definitely a little tipsy.

“couldn’t let you host without inviting the life of the party and the birthday girl,” She says gesturing to herself and you.

Patrick smirks. He’s holding a bottle of 1942 in his hand. He takes a swig before he says, “and who is this birthday girl you’ve brought with you?”

You’re nervous again. Why are you nervous? Fuck. They’re just two rich white boys, you need to pull it together. You take a breath and say, “y/n”

Art smiles and claps his hand on Patrick’s shoulder, “have you taken a shot yet? c’mon pat give her a shot. it’s her birthday.”

Patrick is more than happy to oblige. He walks over to you, holding the neck of the bottle, “c’mon birthday girl, say ah.”

A shot is exactly what you need to loosen up. You tilt your head back, opening your mouth. You move your hand to cup right under your mouth as a safeguard for any spillage.

“there you go, uh uh no hands baby,” He says. The butterflies in your stomach going crazy after he says that. But you move your hands nonetheless. He pours some tequila into your mouth. His aim wasn’t perfect so a little does dribble down your neck. He leans down to whisper by your ear, “good girl.”

And just like that he’s gone.

The rest of the night is really fucking blurry. Art and Patrick were giving out shots like water. If you ever had an empty cup it was filled within minutes. If you were dancing so you hadn’t had a drink in a minute, Patrick of Art were there in seconds. They didn’t even have to tell you what to do anymore. You instinctively tilt your head back and open your mouth everytime they approach you with a bottle in their hand. Their excuse being “it’s your birthday, can’t let you go thirsty”

There’s a moment where you walk back to the table in the section that Patrick and Art are sitting at. They’ve got a few lines of coke on the table, Art going first. So Patrick is the first one that spots you and gestures for you to sit next to him.

“enjoying yourself birthday girl?” Patrick smirks. But before you have a chance to answer, Art is passing him the very tightly rolled $100 bill for Patrick to do his lines. So Art steps in to fill the conversation.

“hey having fun?” He smiles a big goofy smile. He’s actually kind of cute. And a decent contrast to more chill Patrick Zweig. But you haven’t really gotten to know them yet so you’ll hold back on the assumptions for now.

You nod slowly, fearful that too much head movement sitting down would make you dizzy, “so much fun, you guys are good hosts so that makes it better.”

Patrick sits back up and wipes his nose. He turns his head to look at you, “where are my manners? did you want?” He asks gesturing to the half empty tiny plastic baggy on the table.

You shake your head no laughing, “i tried it once and I just threw up all over the place so i’ll pass”

He nods in understanding. You notice he has his hand on Art’s thigh as he keeps talking to you, “good birthday so far?”

You nod smiling, “best birthday so far.”

“good i’m glad we could make that happen for you,” He says leaning into your personal space bubble. If you don’t know any better you’d think he’s trying to kiss you, there’s just one more question you want to ask first.

“you and Art seem pretty close,” You say, not creating any distance between the two of you. If anything you lean in closer. You keep eye contact with Patrick. You can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks of how he should answer that.

He smirks, he does that a lot you’ve noticed, “do you wanna see just how close we are?”

You nod biting your lip, but you’re not 100% sure if this is going where you think it’s going.

He sits back up turning his head to Art’s direction. He puts his hand on Art’s chin making Art face him, pulling Art away from whatever side conversation he was having. And he pulls him in for a kiss. It’s slow and sloppy, expected since they’re both kind of drunk at this point. Art kisses Patrick back with no hesitation, so they’ve done this before.

When Patrick pulls away from the kiss he turns back to you while Art goes back to his side conversation. A smirk plastered right back on his face, “does that answer your question?”

“so the rumors are true? you guys are together?”

Patrick laughs. He actually laughs so hard he throws his head back. When he finishes his laughing fit, he turns back to you to say, “fuck no I am not dating blondie, we just like to have fun.”

They just like to have fun. Have fun? So do they share girls? It’s another rumor you heard and it sounds like something someone who likes to have fun would do.

Before you can think on it anymore your body is spewing out the words, “so do you guys share girls?” No reference to the rumor at all, so it almost sounds like you’re asking for yourself.

Now that peaks Patrick’s interest. So maybe it is true? He leans down by your ear again to whisper, “do you want to find out?”

That’s how you end up in their dorm room at 3am.

Initially you didn’t want to leave your friend Liz behind but apparently she had already left with another which she sent you a text about an hour ago. Wow you really don’t check your phone when you’re drunk.

The three of you waste no time taking off your clothes. It’s been a minute since you’ve had sex with one person, let alone two.

You noticed they had pushed both their beds together, very interesting. Patrick and Art start making out on their bed, Patrick is lying down and Art is on top of him.

You’re not sure where you should jump in until Patrick grabs Art’s curls pushing his head down to come face to face with Patrick’s cock. Once Art starts sucking, Patrick gestures for you to straddle him.

You climb on top of him and he pulls you down for a kiss. It’s slow and sensual, like he’s trying to explore your mouth with his tongue.

Art pulls off Patrick’s dick and moves his focus to your pussy. Since it’s right in his face now, he can’t really resist. He lazily continues jerking Patrick off as he licks up the crease of your folds.

He licks up and down, making sure to go down far enough to lick at your clit too. The he comes back up to push his tongue inside of you.

“oh fuck,” You moan into Patrick’s mouth.

Patrick pulls away from the kiss biting your bottom lip, “make sure you’re getting her ready for us.” You assumed he was talking to Art and on cue Art stuck two fingers inside of you, making you gasp.

Patrick moves his hands so one is grabbing your ass while the other is cupping your breast, toying with your nipple.

You being moved into a different position but you can’t tell where Patrick body ends and Art’s body begins. You’re not sure whose hands are where but now you’re on your on your hands and knees with Art in front of your face and Patrick behind you.

You’re looking up at Art as he drags his tip against your lips, smearing his pre cum around.

“fuck, you’re really fucking pretty,” Art breathes out.

At the same time Patrick had already rolled on a condom and was teasing your entrance, “don’t get all sappy on me now donaldson. c’mon y/n say ah”

As soon as you hear the phrase you’ve gotten acquainted to over the course of the night, it’s like muscle memory and your mouth opens.

Art and Patrick pushing into you at the same time from opposite is a euphoric feeling you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

Patrick hands gripping your hips as he fucks into you. Art’s hands tangles in your hair as he thrusts into your mouth. Patrick bruising your cervix, while Art bruises the back of your throat.

There are some differences between the two of them. Art is very whiny. He whines alot as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, mumbling over and over about how good you’re making him feel. While Patrick is more of a groan-er. He groans and moans as he fucks himself in and out of you, saying how well you’re taking his cock and what a good girl you are.

They went back and forth saying stuff like:

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“fuck, shit, love seeing your lips wrapped around my cock”

“taking my cock so well,” They both said that in unison at the same time. Kinda freaky. But it added to that pit in your stomach that was building towards your orgasm.

All you could do was moan around Art’s cock that was shoved down your throat. Art’s shoved your face towards his pelvis almost suffocating you and you’re not sure why at first, until you hear kissing?

They’re making out above you. At least you can check eiffel tower of some sorts off of your bucket list.

You can feel both of their thrusts start to stutter, they’re close. They pull away from their kiss and you hear Art say, “fuck baby I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna—.” You feel his release shoot deep down your throat before he pulls out. And you swallow it all down.

When Art cums you feel your orgasm rip through your body but it feels different, “im cumming—“ You moan as your body contracts and there’s a rush of liquid. Patrick pulls out halfway as you squirt all over his dick. “jesus fuck,” He moans.

He was already on the edge but your tight hole squeezing around his cock mixed with the visuals of you squirting on his cock pushed him over the edge, “shit im gonna cum—“ He releases inside you before he pulls out and ties off the condom.

Art had already fallen asleep on his side of the bed but you couldn’t really blame him because he was drunk.

You’re not sure if you should leave and try to sneak back into the girls dorms or if you should stay. Patrick comes back and hands you a rag so you can clean up.

“thanks,” You say with shy smile, unsure why you’re feeling like you’re sobering up a little.

He offers a soft smile, “you know you can stay if you want, i wouldn’t kick you out.”

You gesture to the soiled bedsheets on what you assume is Patrick’s side of the bed, “sorry about the mess, i can help you clean up.”

He lets out a small laugh, “don’t apologize that was fucking hot, you do that often?”

You offer a smirk this time, “wanna find out?”

You both have to carry Art’s passed out body onto the sofa while you guys change the sheets. When Art wakes up the next morning to find new sheets on his bed, Patrick ignores all his questions about it, insisting that “it’s better if y/n just shows you what happened.”

a/n: bonus points if you recognize the club names :)

[daydreaming-scheming-demon]

the fact that the minecraft movie -- sorry, a minecraft movie -- completely misinterprets what minecraft is even about and so many people are still eating it up annoys me so damn much.

i mean, also the fact that every single aspect of the whole film is trash and yet people are still eating it up also annoys me. but i really wanna focus on how the plot completely misinterprets everything minecraft is actually about.

the movie isn't even out yet, but i could already see it the moment the leak about the piglin leader who hates creativity got out. and with the recent trailer, it's all the more obvious. a minecraft movie doesn't know what minecraft is even about.

and like, it's understandable. mojang has shown with their recent directionless updates that not even they're sure what minecraft is about anymore. but even they somehow have a better idea than whoever's writing the minecraft movie.

technically speaking, it's not a retcon. but it sure as hell feels like a retcon. the movie is trying to make out as if the entire game is purely about creativity, down to saying "creativity is key to survival". except it's literally not though, the creative aspects of the game are pretty separate from the survival parts. the game literally has different gamemodes separating the two.

and like, sure you can call survival tips like hiding in a 2 block crevice to avoid endermen 'creativity', but that's being lenient with the definition. and the redstone aspects are very much optional, and even for the contraptions that help with survival, most people just stick with the same few builds everybody knows.

survival and creative are separate modes for a reason. "creativity is key to survival" makes absolutely zero sense in the context of minecraft and i want to give whoever wrote that line a hard slap in the face.

but something so much worse than trying to make minecraft out to be all about creativity is trying to make the nether out to be the antithesis to creativity. which of course makes absolutely zero sense. players can still be very creative in the nether in the game, there's nothing restricting that. and literally nobody ever has played minecraft, entered the nether, and gone "this is the antithesis to creativity". no promotional material has ever made this out to be the case either. nor the subtle lore details. fucking nothing, ever, has ever even vaguely implied this to be the case. how can this be anything other than a giant fucking retcon?

and they make piglin society out to be this evil creativity hating society, and that's like their defining trait in the movie. that they hate creativity. even more of a defining trait than liking gold, which is their defining trait in the actual game. and they invade the overworld because they just hate creativity so much.

minecraft is such a unique fantasy world that you're thrown into with no explanation, and forced to survive in a beautiful blocky world. minecraft is about creativity, but it's also about serenity, and about survival, and about loneliness, and simultaneously about community. it's about the sadness of seeing your pet dog die, and about the beauty of your poorly put together first house, and about the fear in your first enderman encounter, and the wonder of your first trip to the nether. it's about building with friends, and griefing friends' builds, and fighting friends to the death. and it's about so so so much more. somehow, despite its rocky reputation Minecraft Story Mode managed to portray so much of this, while a minecraft movie fails to even portray one.

and yes, a minecraft movie can't even portray one of these things right. it doesn't even get the creativity aspect correct. the sets are bland and uninspired, the houses aren't built within minecraft's creative restrictions and so they look off and un-minecrafty, and the message is portrayed so so blandly.

that's another thing that really bugs me about this retcon: it's boring. it takes a previously ambiguous dimension and pig society that could be so many interesting things, and retcons them into one dimensional antagonists. that's not only ironically a very creatively bankrupt thing for them to do, but also leads to a boringly portrayed message. "creativity is good, the world is about creativity, and these guys hate creativity, so they're the bad guys."

you know what else already did this message? the lego movie. and that did it a billion times better. the message in that has layers, not just to be creative but to not have such a one track mindset, to think outside of how the world says things should be. and it also had a far more believable antagonist. instead of the villain just being 'i hate creativity because i am evil', he was a perfectionist who wanted everything to be exactly how he thinks they should be. this feels more believable because this kind of person is very common to come across when it comes to lego, for them to always want their sets to be perfect with not a single brick out of place. it's just an extreme exaggeration of that kind of lego fanatic.

also, the lego movie did its animation far better too. instead of making everything real life because the idiots up top think only live action movies are real movies, they opted to not only have everything in animated lego, but work within lego's limitations in creative ways to make the animation work. to portray the brushing of hair for example, they simple swap out an unbrushed hair piece for a brushed hair piece. and instead of real water or explosions they use lego pieces. damn, they even use lego pieces for the smear frames. that's going above and beyond. and because of all that, it feels like a love letter to lego.

meanwhile a minecraft movie is not only ugly live action, but can't even put together a single house that looks like it was built in minecraft. that's pathetic. that's absolutely pathetic. it's clear they don't actually give a shit about minecraft's unique visual style.

while i'm at it i also want to complain about the ugly terrain of this movie, where instead of looking anything vaguely like what you'd see in minecraft, they fill it with these uneven cubes making up giant cubes because they want to really exaggerate the gimmick of minecraft being blocky, as if the designers were all dementia ridden grandmas who looked over at their grandchildrens' ipads one time, thought to themselves 'it's all blocky, how quirky,' and then proceeded to make an art piece on it where all they could focus on was how blocky it is, and so it turned out all distorted and inaccurate.

i don't know what i find more outrageous; the fact that they think a mainstream audience will be stupid enough to go see it, or that they're probably right.

[arbitrarykiwi]

It's Just Businesses, Baby: After Hours 3/4

The Recruiter/The Salesman x Recruiter! Fem Reader Smut Series

Summary: he saw no reason why they would hire you. He did just fine at the job! The higher-ups were stupid for even bringing you onboard, you had to be a liability. You were a walking enigma, a witch! He hated every little thing you did. So when he tells himself he's following you so he could always be a step ahead of you, he doesn't understand hwy after each meeting he's left wanting to see you more.

Warnings: smut (18+) , stalking , mentions of murder and choking , somnophilia (kinda, reader pretends to be asleep) , oral (f receiving) , spit , dirty talk , fingering , degradation , name calling (bitch, whore, slut) , he's mean , cum eating , no aftercare , he's a warning in himself , read at your own risk

Other Chapters: Workplace Conflict 1/4 , Overtime 2/4 , Professional Provocation 4/4

It was getting harder and harder to keep justifying his anger towards you logically…the thing was he wasn’t the most logical man if it meant he didn’t confront the true feeling whatever he felt was.

So he continued to hate you. Although you tasted do fucking good.

After your last interaction with him in the subway late at night, you were quite literally part of every thought that occupied his mind. That night, when you made it up the stairs and he was sure he was out of your field of view the fingers that were in your cunt, we’re going straight to his mouth. His tongue lathing over his fingers and cleaning them of your arousal.

He curses himself that he did it, but what was he supposed to do after he fingered you in the subway?! He couldn’t walk home with your wetness coating his fingers, he sure as hell couldn’t dirty his suit and wipe it off on there, and even though he does carry a handkerchief-he reasoned that’s no use for one and he didn’t want to be bothered to wash it…. So by that ‘logic’, the only option he had was to clean his fingers in his mouth.

He also rationalized that he didn’t ’finger’ you, he simply humiliated you- proved his point. Won the game.

But, like most thoughts he has that regarded you- no matter how hard he tried to not think about the saccharine taste of your cunt…he couldn’t stop. He needed more.

He loathed that you were ahead of him, that you had whatever plan you did and went out your way to track him down in the subway, catch him off guard, and made him break the company policy. He’s not even sure if there is one, but he guesses with the other rules set in place to limit your interactions with each other, being knuckle deep in your cunt also had to be one.

You made him do that. Yet another reason to be mad at you. Another reason for him to want to get back at you- to be one step ahead of you. So that’s exactly what he works to do.

But he’s a man that runs on hubris, a narcissist at heart. That was his flaw- as much as you showed him time and time again that you were a smart little thing, he talked himself into thinking that you could never truly get to him, you’d never be above him. Sure, you got him on a few small things….thats neither here nor there.

He was the first recruiter, he was the only one they needed for the games for the longest while. You were just backup, just collateral if anything were to happen to him. So he kept doubting you. And that’s what makes his work to get one step ahead of you so much harder. He couldn’t bring himself to admit you were good competition, that you kept him on his toes and that he thought you were unpredictable. No, he was far too good for that, instead, he wanted to put you in your place. He needed to wipe that smug fucking smirk off your face.

It took him a while to think of a plan. He knew he couldn’t kill you, the frontman would surely kill him for that. He couldn’t torture you, you’d definitely go running off to the superiors and rat him out in that bratty, sarcastic voice of yours. The things that he would resort to were not things he could do. For once in his life he felt like he was the one in some sick and twisted game.

You were driving him mad. If he could kill you, it would be an easy out! He wouldn’t be thinking about the way your outfit hugs your curves, the way your cunt was squeezing around his fingers, the way your breath hitched and small moans fell from your mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of you…..the way you tasted.

So he planned that he would scare you, wipe the smug grin off your pretty face, make your bratty voice break and tremble….in fear….yeah definitely fear nothing else…

If he was a bit less sure of himself, less confident and cocky, he may have caught on that you weren’t some easy little bunny that the big bad fox could hunt down. But he didn’t, he was confident that he would be able to follow you to your home…to your private residence. The thought alone sent a shiver up his spine, like a pirate who was close to the buried treasure marked on a map. There was something so intimate about it, he would know so much about you just off this alone. He would finally be ahead of you!

He wanted to know what type of house a sinful, conniving woman liked you lived in. Maybe it was some lavish house on the hills, or maybe it was some shabby apartment in the inner city. He wanted to know more about you, to use it against you of course….no other reason.

It was a plan that would take a long while but it would be worth it.

It started with him watching you leave the dingy space that you two call an office. He didn’t want to move too quick, no, he knew you were keen- he couldn’t follow you and track you like any normal person. He simply diverted his normally straight path to stop a crosswalk at the end of the street, pretending to wait for the signal to cross. When he sees your back fully towards him, knowing there’s no way you could see him watching- he tracks you as far as he can. He sees you walk down to the opposite end of the street he was on and turned right.

Then he waited a couple of days. He couldn’t risk you finding out what he was doing! He figured that after a couple days when you made no smartass comment about him staring, you didn’t see him watching you. So he repeated the process. Walked to the crosswalk, watched you turn right, then when he saw you turn the corner- he began to follow. He didn’t get greedy, he knew if he followed you straight the whole way home, you’d surely catch on and notice his presence. He stays at the corner you turned on and watches where you go next, as far as he can until you’re out of sight; you turn left.

This routine repeats for well over 3 weeks, he’s made good progress! He’s gotten to the point where he knows the first 5 minutes of the walk home. He figured out what subway you get on, what exact bus and what time you get on- you even had a particular subway car and train seat you sat on every time. He found it peculiar, but it definitely made it easier for him to track you.

He implemented the next step, he began to leave work a little early. You found it odd, sure- but you figured he was going out on his odd side quests or doing something for the frontman. He made his way to the subway he knew you took and staked out. He lounged on the bench until the time he knew you’d be headed down the stairs in those pretty heels of yours.

When he knew you’d be arriving, he hid out of view, blending in with the crowd of other subway passengers. He knew exactly what car he needed to enter, the one behind the one you always pick. You almost made this too easy for him! He placed himself in a perfect spot to where he could see through the window of his car into the one you sat in. Riding it until you got off. He memorized the stop and rode the subway to the end of the line. He couldn’t get greedy.

It would take a couple weeks of repeating the same steps, following you just a bit each day and picking up where he left off. He was beginning to think you lived in a different state at this point with how long you traveled to your house. He couldn’t remember how many times he had to ride the same train car to get him to the last place he left off only to follow you a block further- stopping to then repeat the same thing over and over again. He kept having to tell himself you weren’t his normal target, you wouldn’t have been hired as a recruiter if you were. So he had to take it slow, he couldn’t rush, you would catch on to someone following you even if it was under a mile.

He was sure he would have to go another day of the same routine, he’s followed you more than normal tonight. He needed to see where you lived. He needed to have that one thing over you. That personal detail that would drive a shiver up your spine anytime you think about the idea of him knowing exactly where you go to sleep…he needed to know it. When he was about to give up and stop following you, you turn towards a sleazy hotel.

There was no fucking way. He spent all this time following you, tracking you down in hopes of finding your house or apartment or wherever you permanently resided, to only follow you to a fucking hotel.

He could have killed you on the sidewalk. The rage he felt was immeasurable. You were playing some sick and twisted joke on him.

You really weren’t. You were just painfully aware of the line of work you were in. You slapped people, tortured people, tricked people for a living- you weren’t exactly everyone’s best friend. You also worked with unstable individuals like yourself- they don’t need to know where you live. He doesn’t need to know where you lice. You live nowhere near where you work, staying in various hotels while you were in your ‘working season’ only to return home when you weren’t needed for more than two weeks or when the ‘working season’ was over and the games were going on.

He decides he’s come this far, he’s going to continue to follow you. He thinks he’s exceeded how far he should be following you, but you haven’t looked back once. He’s sure of that because the whole time he was entranced by the sway of your hips. You turn and enter the hotel, briefcase in hand, heels clicking against the cement of the side walk.

But you did catch on. Admittedly it wasn’t during the entire week, you didn’t catch him once the whole time. Not until tonight. Not until he followed you for a little too long. You debated on turning around, catching him in the act and seeing the shocked face he made. The idea of him following you pathetically through a 15 story hotel sounded much better to you though…

So you kept your head forward and entered into the main door of the hotel, walking into the lobby and heading directly to the elevator. He waits outside for a moment, it is late after all not many people would be entering into the lobby- you’d hear his footsteps.

His ears pick up on the way the click of your heels fade, you’re far enough away for him to move in. He steps into the lobby of the hotel. It’s dingy, posters plastered everywhere for brothels around town, a number to call if you wanted a massage with a happy ending. As he walks further in, towards the elevators and sees a bowl of condoms on the front desk, he realizes this is a love hotel. Somewhere where ladies of the night go with paying customers or where young couples go to have a night on the wilds side. He grinned a bit, how depraved could you be to stay in a place like this? Naughty girl you were.

You weren’t in the lobby anymore, so you disappeared into the elevator. He knew you were the only one who was just in the lobby so you were the only one who would have used the elevator. Standing stoically, smug grin on his face like he won the lottery, he looks up to the electronic display of the elevator, an arrow points up and next to it the numbers count up.

1….2….3….4…5…

The numbers keep climbing until it stops at floor 14. The number stays the same for a moment, the electronic display pausing- you were getting off on the floor. As if proving his point, the display changes, the arrow pointing down and the numbers start descending.

14….13….12…11…10

He presses the up button and soon the elevator reaches the lobby, opening up with a creaky mechanical whir. He steps in, feeling the elevator shift slightly as he steps in. For such a smart girl, you sure stayed in some dangerous places…He scoffs to himself and presses the button he needs. Floor 14.

The ride up is excruciatingly long, every time he watches the number ascend and tick up closer to his destination he feels his excitement bubble up. He didn’t even know what he’d do with you. Maybe he’d watch you sleep and take a picture to leave for you to see in the morning. Maybe he’d climb on top of you and wake you up with his hands around your throat so he could watch as you wake up scared and petrified of him. The possibilities were endless!

The spiraling list of ideas is halted when the elevator reaches its destination. The doors open, squeaking open like the metal halves are fighting to pry themselves open. He was hoping that the floors were small, it would make it much easier for him to figure out what room you’d be in. Life never was easy on him though so when he steps out onto the gaudy, plush red carpet of the hallway and sees the hallway extend a long way in either direction he thinks maybe he should turn around and come back tomorrow. He’d hide out behind one of the large plaster columns in the hallway and wait until you arrived and watch what room you went into.

He sighs, trying to keep himself from yelling out in the hallway and altering you or other hotel stayers to his presence. His hand comes up to rub his face, pulling at his skin as he breathes deeply to gather himself. His eyes open when his head is still staring at the floor. Never in his life did he think he would appreciate the stained, overbearing, shag carpet of the hallway but when he sees the distinct impression of small circles, the heel of a shoe, tracking down the hallway to the left- he’s never loved a choice of interior design more.

The impressions are faint at first, hardly able to be seen but as he follows, they become more prominent. They were ‘newer’, he was getting closer. And the closer he got he began to smell a lingering trial of your perfume. It was almost a sweet, amber smell that was tantalizing. So very recognizable, he was so so close.

The imprints in the carpet stopped in front of a door labeled ‘1457’. This was your room. He could feel his body heat up, his clothes feeling impossibly tighter. He told himself it was excitement to finally prove he was in charge, to put you in your place and make you fear him like you were supposed to. However, his cock that strains against his slacks as he stands in the hallway tells an entirely different story. He looks down at the lock on the door- perfect it’s just a simple key lock. Not the electronic key card lock most of the expensive hotels have. It’s almost like you want him to come in…his smile is twisting into a wicked grin.

He can’t enter now, he thinks. You’re probably just getting settled, you’re probably still on high alert from walking to the hotel, you’d easily attack him if he entered now. He wanted to scare you, take you completely by surprise. He could wait until he hears the shower, break in and catch you vulnerable as the water trickles down your skin….but that was almost too easy. So the decided on standing out in the hall, for however long it takes until he’s sure you have settled into the hotel bed and have fallen asleep.

He’s sure he’s stood there for well over three hours, listening to every rustle of your feet on the carpet, every sound of you moving things around as you got ready for bed, how you’re then getting into the creaking bed, the sheets rustling as you settle into for the night. And then silence. He waits a little longer just to make sure.

Placing his briefcase down on the carpet, he unlocks it and fishes a small pouch out of the briefcase. A lock picking kit. His dark eyes train on the lock, fingers working with the tools expertly as he works the lock open. A click resounds through the hallway, his breath halts- he’s hoping you’re a deep enough sleeper you didn’t hear it. So he stays frozen for an unknown amount of time, 30 minutes, 45 maybe? He wasn’t going to mess this up now.

When he’s certain the lock clicking didn’t wake you, he places the lock picking tools back in his briefcase and closes it up. He grabs the handle, standing back up straight and he fixes his suit and grabs the handle. He’s done this before, broken into places he shouldn’t be so he knows the drill, he twists the knob slowly- all the way and pauses when the latch clicks out of the doorframe.

Pushing the door open slowly, pausing abruptly each time it threatens to creak, he works it open just enough to slip into your hotel room; he couldn’t let the light from the hallway flood into the pitch black room and wake you. He repeats the process to close the door, twisting the knob all the way, closing it slowly, and slowly twisting the knob back to latch the door shut.

He fucking did it.

He couldn’t even begin to put a name to the feeling he felt. Months of him working up this plan and following you slowly for weeks had led up to this. Sure, it wasn’t your house, but it was still somewhere he knew you were staying. That was enough for him. He squats down to place his briefcase on the floor by the door he entered in from. He pauses again once he stands straight, worried that you’d just feel his presence in the room.

He can see your sleeping form on the bed, you’re not even covered by the blankets, sprawled out and fast asleep with the mass of blankets and pillows around you like a nest. He couldn’t see all of you but he could see your silhouette- you didn’t stir one bit. He moved across the floor, taking step, after silent step until he was at the foot of the bed, looking down on you. You’re haphazardly thrown on the bed, almost like you were so exhausted you didn’t even make it to the bed before you fell asleep, like you sat down on the edge of the bed and laid back- not intending to fall asleep. You’re turned slightly on your side, face buried in the sheets of the bed.

His breath catches in his throat, he’s never seen you in anything other than the long sleeve blazer and pants that you wear to work so when he sees you in nothing but a white tank top that does little to hide your hardened nipples and some lacy panties with a cute little bow- all ideas he had of what to do to you went out the window. His mind was blank.

His eyes roamed over your bare skin, taking in the way the moonlight from the window highlighted every contour of your body. He doesn’t realize his salivating until he has to swallow and almost chokes on the amount of spit he has in his mouth. He’s seen you murder fully grown men, he knows your slap has a force of someone six times your size, you’re a ruthless killer in the line you work in- yet here you are in the cutest pair of panties, they’re even decorated with a little bow.

He can’t help but chuckle softly, what an enigma you were. His body stiffens when the sound of his laugh causes you to stir, moaning softly in your sleep. You turn fully on your back, your legs spreading the slightest bit. Something primal burns inside him, it’s raw and hungry. His body acts on its own as he walks closer to the bed, slotting himself in between your thighs and hovering over you.

You still don’t wake up. He can see your eyelashes fanned out on your cheeks, eyes twitching as you dream peacefully. He’s dropping to his knees, leveling his face with your cunt. His pupils are as wide as saucers as he stares at the outline of your cunt that is contoured by the lace that shields it from his view. Ever since he had his fingers in you, felt you clenching around him, he’s wanted more. He needed to taste you again, needed to see the cunt that he was once knuckles deep in.

He slides his hands up the bed, hovering over your hips before they settle on your skin. You still don’t seem to wake. He leans in and takes a deep breath, basking in your scent. His body acts on his own accord he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. His nose runs up your slit against the fabric of your panties, pressing in ever so slightly.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when he feels the wetness that begins to soak the fabric. How were you already aroused? Were you having a nice little dream?? His hands tightened their grip, pulling you down on the bed and into his face. A soft, sleepy whine falls from your lips and he freezes. His eyes watch your face intently, taking in every slight movement and twitch- but your eyes still don’t open and your breaths are still slow and shallow.

You’re still asleep. At least that’s what he thinks.

You smell so fucking good. His thoughts are spiraling, running through his head a mile a minute, bouncing between yelling at himself to stand up and leave and wanting to truly taste all that your sweet pussy has to offer.

His animalistic urges win and he’s moving one hand to hook his thumb under your panties and pull them to the side. He has to suppress the growl that threatens to rise from his throat when he sees a sticky web of your slick that catches the moonlight, connecting your panties to your cunt. When he finally sees your pussy on display for him- he’s a goner.

Of course the bratty coworker he hated so much has the most perfect cunt. His thumb that is pulling your panties out hot his way presses down on your inner thigh, pulling your pussy lips apart so he can get a perfect view. He’s not even checking to see if you’ve woken up at this point, he’s too entranced by your pretty cunt. He takes the fact that you haven’t shifted or fought him off as proof enough that you’re still asleep.

His lips part, tongue lolling out of his mouth he tries to talk himself out of this- he’s supposed to hate you. But the sight of you sopping cunt is too much, it would be insane of him to leave now. He’s licking a fat stripe up your cunt, flooding his tastebuds with your salacious taste once more. This time straight from the source and not off his fingers. He hears let out another moan, a soft whine as you writhe against the sheets- but you don’t jerk awake abruptly or push him off….so he continues.

His tongue runs through your sopping folds, tracing up and down each intricate crevice of your cunt. His eyes flutter shut at he noses himself further into your cunt. He has no time to react when your hand threads itself in his raven hair, breaking the cast of the hair product and pushing him deeper into your weeping pussy.

“Y-you… hah!… you really thought I was a-asleep?” You say through broken syllables, a wicked smile on your lips as you look down at him. You don’t miss the way his eyes widen slightly when he’s forced further into your pussy, nose diving deep into your folds, nudging your clit. “I saw you f-following me outside the h-hotel.”

His eyes narrow just as fast as they widen and his assault on your cunt becomes more vicious, he’s sucking your clit into his mouth and circling his tongue over it, he pulls back- easily fighting off your forceful push, showing you that he could have done it much sooner if he wanted to. “You want to act all big and bad? Try again when you’re not panting like a bitch in heat.” He scoffs, words muffled by your cunt, the vibration of your words only making your hips jerk sporadically against his mouth.

“Keep trying to sound all angry while, crying out like a whore. It’s cute…pathetic” He seethes, delving back into your cunt. He’s relentless, giving you no time to prepare for the assault of his tongue. The pink muscle dips down, slathering your pulsing hole with a wide lick. His nose is rubbing deliciously against your clit, spreading apart your folds even further. His fingers are digging so hard into your hips, he knows he’s sure to bruise you- the thought only makes him more aroused.

Your head falls back into the pillow, a moan falling from your lips helplessly as his tongue delves into the tight ring of your cunt and devouring your insides. He’s vicious, violent. He’s obsessing over your taste, coaxing more and more slick out of your dripping entrance, drinking it down eagerly. His eyes are drilling into you, you can feel it although your head is tipped back. Your thighs are jittering around his head, threatening to close around his ears.

He laughs into your puffy folds, pulling back. His hands remove themselves from your hips, sliding down your legs and gripping at the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs back. He’s crawling onto the bed and pulling you like a ragdoll, tilting your hips up and holding you nearly upside down. Your knees are nearly touching your ears and your neck is craned at such an awkward angle but you can’t complain. That would give him what he wants.

He pries your thighs open once again, pulling your pretty cunt, raw and red from his ministrations already, open nice and wide for him. “I have barely done anything to you and you’re already closing your legs. How weak can you be?” He coos out, almost like he’s talking to a baby. You grit your teeth and glare up at him, you don’t answer him, but you still give him a smartass retort, “Thought you hated me? H-hmm? What happened to that?” You try to spit out, though when your words come out they are a pathetic squeak.

“You truly are insufferable. Annoying.” He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to your clit. You cry out, your hand flying to your lips to try and silence your noises. “You’re in no position to talk back. Spread open like a slut for your co-worker. Don’t you have any shame?” He chides, glaring down at you before turning his gaze back to your cunt. You writhe in his grip, never in your life have you felt this vulnerable. You’re sure he can see the way your cunt is clenching around nothing with how wide he has your pussy spread open. He can.

“F-fuck you.” You growl out, making a feeble attempt to wiggle out of his grasp. He knows you’re much stronger than that, he knows you can do better. “You’re pathetic. You want this….not even trying to leave.” He hums out, thumbs massaging the sides of your cunt- up and down in a slow, insufferable motion. “Always running your mouth, never fucking shut up do you?” He growls, thumbing over your clit in a rough circle that has you jolting against the bed and whining into your palm.

“Seems like the only way I can get you to shut your mouth is by playing with your cunt. Should have done this a long time ago…put you in your fucking place.” With that sentence, he’s diving back in, jaw dropping all the way open to engulf the entirety of your cunt. His tongue is swiveling in patterns that is making your vision swirl, your thighs shaking violently. The pink muscle circles your sopping entrance a couple times before prodding its way into your fluttering hole.

Your hand drops from your mouth to grip at the sheets, trying to keep yourself on this plane of existence. The cheap fabric of the hotel sheets threatening to tear under your manicured nails. Globs of your slick dirty his face, dropping down his jaw in milky-while drips. He’s drinking you down like someone who hasn’t had water in over four days, like his entire begin is dehydrated and the only salvation is the thick arousal that he’s scooping out of your cunt with his tongue.

“O-oh my god…” you slur out, hips trying to lift up even farther to push his face deeper into you. You needed more. He’s speaking’s something against your swollen lips, the vibrations making an electric shock run up your spine. You can’t even make out what he’s saying, you’re too lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. He’s mean, relentless in how he’s greedily eating your cunt. He’s successfully working towards his goal- breaking you.

The sound of your high pitched, creaky cries has him growling into your pussy. You’re always so sarcastic, a venom laced within your words…not now. You’re pathetically crying out, nearly sobbing as the sound of his wet tongue and lewd slurps fill the room. The gasp you let out when he releases his cunt from your mouth has him laughing darkly. “No bratty remarks now? Finally learned to respect your seniors?” He muses, the tone sadistic.

You pry your eyes open to look at him. He’s covered in your arousal. It trails down his chin and neck in debauched gooey drips, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips clean of the wetness left over. He spits down on your cunt, the warm saliva covering your pussy and dripping down your entrance. “Such a fucking mess you are.” He growls out, fingers smearing the mess across your cunt, every movement of his fingers makes a loud ‘schlick, schlick, schlick’ sound. “Messy slut you are, hm?” He hums out, looking down at you with a mocking look.

“Y-you’re the slut!” You whine out, hips rolling into his hand, “E-eating me out while I was a-asleep. Oh fuck!” Your back arches so much it’s almost painful when he pinches your swollen clit between his fingers, deliberately cutting off your pathetic attempt at talking back. “But you weren’t asleep. You were trying to be a manipulative bitch.” He quips with a wide grin, “You talk far too much, you sounded much better when you’re whining like the needy bitch you really are”

With those words, he’s diving back in, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. That makes your back arches heavenward once more, a loud sob comes from the back of your throat and your eyes are screwing shut. He chuckles into your cunt, zeroing in on your throbbing bud. He’s pushing his face deeper into you, drinking every ounce of your wetness that seeps from your pussy like come deep down, primal desire.

Your wanton moans and cry’s hit him like a freight train. Every sound that falls past your lips makes his cock jump and his hands tighten their grip on your thighs. He’s nestling his face deep, lips and tongue assaulting your clit relentlessly. Your thighs are shaking violently, trying to fight against his hands that hold them down and open. Staying still was impossible, every lick of his tongue as your body jolting against the bed.

“What? Can’t take it?” His voice is a low timbre that has goosebumps erupting over your skin. “Always so confident…so mouthy.” He’s spitting on your pussy once more, diving in to lick your cunt clean with clouds slurps before pulling back again, “Not anymore though…this all you needed? Someone to eat your slutty pussy?”

“I- ah!” You have no option to get a retort out, his lips are wrapping around your clit and one of his hands removes itself from your thigh. You can feel his lengthy fingers prodding at the tight ring of your entrance, collecting your slick on the pads of his fingers before pushing in. Moans are ripped from the both of you. You sob out from the feeling of his tongue abusing your clit and two of his thick fingers stretching your cunt. He’s growling into your dripping heat when he finally gets to feel the tight grip and the warmth of your cunt around his fingers once again.

The digits pump in and out of your sopping hole with deliberate, skillful movements, curling upwards and hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with such speed it has you letting out a surprised yip that falls into a desperate plea of ‘slow down’. He doesn’t listen, of course not, he’s laughing into your cunt and continuing to ravish you.

With every shake of his gaping maw, you catch the way he’s covered in you. Your syrupy arousal is pouring down his chin, covering his face and drenching his hand. His fingers are curling up into you viciously, hitting your g-spot over and over. It has you trying to squirm away, hand reaching up between your thighs to try and push his head away. It was so much. But it was so, so, fucking good.

“Mmmm…” the vibrations of his hum have you keening. “Keep trying to run away, I like seeing you struggle.” To punctuate his words, his fingers pull out of you and as your pussy gapes around nothing he’s sucking his teeth and spitting into your clenching hole. The warm sensation has you letting out a wracked sob that has his mind swirling and his heart racing even faster than it has been. The sound goes straight to his cock.

His fingers are diving back into you and his mouth wastes no time attaching itself back on your clit, he wasn’t going easy on you. He’s sloppily sucking at your cunt, drinking down every drop of your salacious slick. You could feel every single inch and deep curl of his fingers bulling the spongy wall of your g-spot. Lewd squelches and slick, wet, slurps echo each one of your moans. It’s so sloppy.

Your teeth dig at the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip to try and stifle some of your pathetic moans. Without the sound of your moans echoing off the walls you can hear how wet you are. Every squelch is reverberating of the thin hotel walls. The orgasm that has been building up in your lower stomach is burning now. You’ve tried so hard to keep it down, to seem like you weren’t effected- but with each swirl of his tongue and thrust of his fingers deep into your pussy- you know you’re not going to last much longer.

You can tell he knows it too, you can feel him laugh against your clit once again, the sound only driving you further towards the nirvana that your orgasm promised. Your toes are curling in pure ecstasy as your hips grind desperately against his fingers and tongue, chasing your high. You’re so close it hurts. “Gonna cum already?” He mocks, “Not so tough now…so easy.” The words are drawn out lowly, like a snakes hiss.

“Mhm!” You helplessly moan out, your head nodding. You can’t remember the last time you felt like you needed something so badly. “F-fuck, p-please!” You cry out, knuckles turning white with how hard you’re grasping at the sheets. “Oh?! And now you’re begging?! What a desperate fucking whore.”

His words only drive you closer to the edge, he’s so evil. His fingers thrust into you even harder, your slick splashing out of you in depraved squelches, dirtying his suit. His lips capture your clit once more, tongue rolling against it in dizzying circles. Just when you think it can’t get any better, his hand is speeding up and nearly vibrating inside your cunt as the tips of his fingers assault your spongy g-spot.

Static erupts in your ears as you cum harder than you ever have before. It washes over you so fast you cant even tell it’s coming before it hits you so hard. Your thighs are jittering violently, his hand that was not in your cunt is gripping so rough into your thighs the pads of his fingers are making red circular marks that will stain your skin for days to come.

He is greedily drinking up every bit of cum that pours out of you, eyebrows knitting together as he moans into your cunt. The taste of your release is something that he will surely never get off his mind. He’s going to have to go home and fist his cock to the aftertaste of you when he gets out of here. His fingers work you through your orgasm, pulling out only to be replaced with his tongue. His hands grasping at your ass to spread you wide open. His tongue delves deep, licking at your spasming walls to collect every bit of cum like it’s his rightful reward.

Sobs wrack your body as you twitch against him, your hands flying from the sheets to cup over your face to hide your expression. His tongue is so long you can feel him deep within you, inch after extending inch, mapping out your walls and sucking every bit of your orgasm down his throat. You’re seeing white, he’s working you to overstimulation at this point.

When he’s certain he’s coaxed every amount of your orgasm out of you, he’s lowering you down to the bed gently, making sure you’re situated before he’s crawling off the bed. You let out a breathless laugh, chest heaving as you run your hands over your face to brush away the hair that stuck to your forehead.

You hear him rustling around but you’re far too fucked out to even register what exactly he’s doing. “L-like I said before…s-so much for hating me.” You mock sarcastically. You don’t hear an answer though, it’s unlike him. Normally he’d bite back with some response, not this time. The sound of the hotel room door shutting makes you pull your hands off your face.

Sure enough, the hotel room door is shutting and you catch a glimpse of his figure walking out the door.

He knew that it would have been ‘right’ of him to stay with you even a minute longer. But he wasn’t exactly the most morally sound person. As soon as he was granted the delicacy that was your cum, he was snapped out of whatever animalistic trance he was in. He realized exactly what had happened, how he didn’t follow any of the detailed plans he’s crafted, how he just ended up eating out the co-worker he kept telling himself he wished he could kill. He just needed to leave, he couldn’t even fathom who he was anymore.

Back in the room, you scoff in disbelief. You know exactly why he left but you’d figure he’d stay longer to bask in how he broke you down..he didn’t. He’s walking out of the room before you even had a chance to rub in the fact he was just nose deep in your cunt. You’re flopping backwards on the bed, a fucked out smile on your face. Even if he left abruptly, you got what you wanted.

You broke him just the tiniest bit more.

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Sanji NSFW Alphabet (One Piece)

Pairing: Sanji (One Piece) x Reader

Rating: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone that voted on what my next post should be, that was very fun and cute and I'll definitely have to do voting more often! Anyway, Sanji was the top comment and these alphabets were the top vote, so please enjoy and keep an eye out for the other options coming soon 💕

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

After the euphoric highs of being with you, Sanji needs a moment to come back to earth before he can say a single thing. He'll collapse beside you, clinging to your body and pulling you close as his eyes fix to the ceiling, needing to look away from you for a breath just so he can pull himself together and not get lost in your beauty all over again.

After a moment of still, in which he can feel his whole heart healing and a lifetime of fears washing away, he'll turn to you, and suddenly he'll be creating the most loving outpour you can imagine. He's prasing every inch of you, he's trying to verbalise the enormity of his appreciation for being this close to you, he's asking for notes so he can be a better lover for the next time if you should ever deign to honour him with your company again. He gets so out of breath in his endless praise and excitement that you might just have to kiss him to shut him up, but be careful you don't get him going all over again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sanji refuses to fight with his arms, so that his hands remain the remarkable tools that they are. Where once his favourite thing about them was their proficiency in the kitchen, now nothing brings him greater pride than using them to show you his adoration. He loves nothing more than interlacing his fingers through yours, whether you're out on the streets of some new island, or tangled up in sheets and crying out his name. He loves to see the effect even the lightest touches can have on you, and when he feels you twitch around his fingers when they're buried inside you, he knows he can die a happy man.

There's no part of you that Sanji doesn't think is the definition of perfection. You are by far the most beautiful being he's met in his life, and any time he lays a hand on you he feels like he has received a blessing from the heavens. That being said he does find his heart hammering especially hard in his chest whenever you have your legs exposed around the ship, and when you sit on the kitchen counter to keep him company you'll notice how quickly he gets distracted when he knows he could have his fingertips grazing over your thighs as he steps between them to capture your lips. Don't be surprised if he places a firm hand over your leg whenever you sit together, even though the anticipation of that simple touch is almost enough to knock the chef unconscious.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hopeless romantic Sanji would definitely worry about getting his cum on you, feeling like you are so far above him in every way that it would be wrong for someone as lowly as him to leave himself on or in you. It would be obvious how shy he felt about it about the first time you let him get that far, but with a little gentle encouragement he'd quickly lose hold of himself and end up spilling across your chest before he can think twice. Run your finger through his release and bring it to your lips and the connoisseur of all things delicious will almost spontaneously combust, not sure he's ever felt better about being your chef.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes when your clothes are still drying from laundry day, or they just aren't fitting right, you'll borrow one of Sanji's shirts to wander around the ship in. Unfortunately Sanji cannot control the effect that the sight of you in his clothes has on him, and immediately he'll be straining against his trousers, losing focus and begging you to consider putting something else on 'because you must be cold.' At first you're worried that he doesn't want you in his clothes, until he hurries you back into the cabin you share, awkwardly shuffling behind you until he can finally undo his belt, worried he might faint for the sheer rush of blood leaving his brain. Suddenly he's in adoration mode begging you to let him wear the shirt that has blessed your skin and promising to decorate you in a thousand kisses instead. If you sleep in one of his shirts, I guarantee he'll wear it all the next day just so your smell lingers in his senses all day long.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Sanji has been a lover for as long as he can remember, but you might be the first person he has ever actually pursued a relationship with, physical or otherwise. He would have a lot of enthusiasm and a keenness to learn exactly how to make you feel as special as you make him feel every day, but he wouldn't have the chance to put anything into practice before you came along. On the plus side the chef already knows how to handle things delicately, and how to devour a meal, so he's already most of the way there.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Sanji needs to see your face to get the most of your time together, the intensity of connecting with you this way being such an important part of sex for him. A classic for a reason, he'd love being in missionary with you, able to see your every reaction to his touch and grab your thighs to keep you close, leaning back on his knees or pulling your legs onto his shoulders to feel even more of you. Get on top of him, riding him Cowgirl style, and this man will completely short-circuit, not even able to string together a compliment as he fights to remain conscious, not wanting to miss a second of the incredible view of you bouncing on top of him, but worried he might pass away if he gets any more lightheaded.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sanji is definitely more of the intense romantic type. He might be a shameless flirt, but he doesn't take the act of having sex with someone lightly. He might let out the occasional euphoric giggle, and he'll plaster on a beaming smile if you laugh at one of his long winded compliments, but overall he's there for serious business, rather than goofing around.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Sanji likes to keep his appearance neat and tidy as a chef so he'd be very on top of any grooming and hygiene.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sanji is 100% head over heels in love with you, so you know he's going to be relishing every second of intimate connection you spent together. He takes the romantic side of sex very seriously; he wants every occasion that you're together to be as special as you make him feel, and wants you to be entirely focused on him for the duration. He'll adore taking the time to set the mood with a homemade dinner, candles, and ensuring a rare moment of calm in your complex lives.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's no secret Sanji is a bit of a lover boy, so it's no surprise that before you were his partner, he'd pass most of his nights enjoying his own company and thinking of you. The way you looked that day, the times you'd spoken to him, the noise you made when you took the first bite of a dessert he'd whipped up just for you - it's all a bit much for his romantic heart to bare, his teeth biting his tongue as he worked his length over for fear of crying out your name in earshot of the crew. Once the two of you are an item though, he prefers to avoid his solo time, and instead save every ounce of his stamina and lust for the times he finally gets you all to himself. Nothing his imagination has ever conjured is anywhere near as sweet as the reality of being in bed with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let's start with the most obvious one - definitely a food play kind of guy. He's whipping cream and melting chocolate and begging to decorate your body like the sumptuous dessert that you are, just so he can taste every inch of you over and over again.

There's also definitely a praise kink at play with Sanji, who will fall all over himself to impress you when you're telling him he's doing a good job, that he feels incredible, that he looks so sexy buried between your thighs. He'll definitely shower you with praise as well, every notable feature he describes only adding to his seemingly endless adoration for you.

This man would let you do absolutely anything to him anyway, but offer to blindfold him with his own tie and have your way with him, and he will practically spontaneously combust. And if you prefer the be one tied down, Sanji will drop to his knees and thank whatever deity gifted him with such a perfect partner. I promise he will realllly take his time with you, devouring you for hours and exploring every curve of your body like the work of art you are, until you have to beg him to let you rest.

L = Location (favourite places to do it)

Obviously the idyllic romance of your shared cabin upon the ship, curled up in bed together, is how Sanji enjoys your romantic encounters the most. But that doesn't mean sometimes he doesn't get carried away with you perched on the kitchen counter, the briefest kiss descending into unbridled passion with his hands frantically clawing your thighs apart so he can finally be inside of you.

When you're not out at sea, Sanji loves to find romantic spots to lead you to - a secluded island hot spring, a warm isolated beach, a beautiful wildflower meadow. He'll bring a picnic and blanket, but rest assured, you're the only thing he's interested in eating.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It's nearly impossible to find something you do that doesn't get Sanji going. Seeing you be good at your role on the crew, seeing you defend yourself or think quickly against an enemy, seeing you just going about the ship minding your own business. Obviously any time you smile at Sanji, or ask him the slightest question, this boy is ready to tear off his well-fitting shirt and offer himself to you for whatever would bring you joy. And when you sit on his lap, or keep him company in the kitchen, or eat something he's prepared and let out a satisfied hum - well that's when he becomes desperate to climb on top of you, manhood aching to make you feel as incredible as he feels around you.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Sanji is a very jealous partner, thanks to an undercurrent of insecurity and rejection that has plagued his life, so anything to do with sharing you is off the cards.

He also couldn't think of anything worse than doing something that would hurt you, handling you like a priceless artifact in the best way, and rarely using his full strength in bed if he can keep control.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think we all know Sanji would live and die for the chance to taste you. To feel you twitch against his tongue. To see your head tip back as the throes of ecstasy overtake you while he's working between your thighs. It's his heaven, his earth, and his everything in between. From the first time he gets to taste you, it's all he wants to do, often forgetting his own throbbing pleasure in favour of seeing if he can make you cum just one more time, living for the way you whimper out his name as he brings you to the edge again. You are the finest taste this world has to offer, and he will never take for granted that only his tongue gets to explore it.

A gentleman to his core, Sanji would be almost dismissive of your desire to go down on him. You'd have to catch him too far gone in his passionate euphoria to have any thoughts at all, but when your tongue first makes contact with his sensitive tip it's like his whole body melts into the world's happiest puddle. He'd make the absolute most pathetic noises, fighting to keep his eyes on you as they roll back into his skull with bliss. And seeing his release dripping from your lips as you lick them, that might just be enough to kill the poor chef, who is somehow already in heaven.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sanji definitely prefers to savour every second with you, taking things slowly and gently, building the sensation by worshipping your body before gradually getting to the main event. Just like in the kitchen, he doesn't like to be rushed, and he knows you achieve the best results with a delicate touch.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sanji's not the type to try and squeeze in a quickie, given he wants to make the most out of every opportunity to explore your body. That being said, if you can't keep your hands off him and are the one to make a move, he'll happily give you everything you want, exactly how you want it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You are by far the most precious and important part of Sanji's life, so it's safe to say he's not going to be keen to do anything risky with you. He knows the fear of losing you in battle, he constantly frets that you'll find a reason to leave him, realising how far above him you are, and so his mission in life is your joy and safety. He'll experiment in the bedroom with new positions and any kinks you might want to explore, but honestly as long as you're happy, Sanji is the most content individual on all the seas.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

We've seen Sanji in battle and know he's a master of strength and endurance, but given how quickly he crumbles to his knees at the mere brush of your hand, I'm not sure that would apply in the bedroom. The gorgeous blonde would be fighting for his life from the moment he slipped into your warm, soft, wet core. Over time he'd get a little better at containing himself, but thankfully even when he's done for, it barely takes him a minute to recover and be ready for another round, and usually by then he'll have spent the better part of the day going down on you before he ends up inside you, so you really don't need to worry about your satisfaction.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If toys exist in the one piece universe, then you can bet Sanji not only has them, but would take an endless amount of pleasure in using them on you. Maybe with your hands bound above your head with his tie, or just as a little extra stimulation to make sure you're having the best possible experience with him. And if there's a little shop selling toys on an island where you stop, Sanji will practically faint walking around it with you and looking for something new.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sanji is so much fun to tease, because he has absolutely no poker face about how desperate he is for you. No amount of pride will stop him from begging you to finally use him if you've been working him up all day, and if you decide to grind your hips over his lap at a leisurely pace, Sanji will be in tears begging for you to bless him with the sweet gift of release.

On the other hand, Sanji doesn't consider himself a tease, thinking he was put on this earth just to tend to your every whim. However, when he starts showering you with kisses and praise as he insists on focusing on your pleasure, he is inadvertently the best tease. He knows exactly how to make your pleasure as perfect as possible, so if you ask him to speed up or to finally fuck you, he's going to insist that you trust him because knows how to give you the release you deserve, and he won't comprimise on your pleasure. Unfortunately he's always right, so you're never going to get him to stop.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sanji isn't going to be letting out loud echoing moans, his lips are too busy running a mile a minute with compliments for every inch of your body, inside and out. Sometimes he trips over his words or they come out in a desperate whimper when you just feel too good for him to keep in control of himself. And when you tease him, or even just give him a subtle smile to let him know what you want to do when you get him alone, well then the poor guy turns into a whining mess, practically frozen with his brain malfunctioning, unable to make any sound except the tiniest 'please'.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for this character)

Sanji is 100% a crier in the bedroom. He gets so swept up in the romance of it all, the depth of his feelings for you, the kindness and love that you show him, how he's never felt anything so lovely (physically or emotionally) and it would all just be too much. From the moment he's slowly plunging inside you, to him lying awestruck beside you in the afterglow, there's tears welling up in his eyes and falling across his cheeks in beautiful lines. It might be a little confusing the first time, but as you look into his expression of sheer devotion, running your thumb across his cheek as he croaks out how much he loves you for the thousandth time today, you'll come to appreciate his emotional exterior and openness with you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Sanji has a more slight build despite being very muscular, so he's probably more on the average size, and his practiced chef's hands really add to the sensation.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If you looked up Yearning in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Sanji. From the day your paths crossed, he'd think of little else but your lips, your body, your voice. Everything you do is the height of beauty, and he can't help but be very affected by your every move. Every smile you throw his way tugs on his heartstrings and send warmth fluttering all the way down his torso.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sanji would definitely be awake for a while afterwards, recounting your every perfect expression and noise, fishing for praise on his performance, and generally pouring his mended heart out to you. The afterglow of it all is just as beautiful and meaningful to Sanji as any other part of your intimacy, and he'd cherish getting to run his fingers through your hair and hold you close as you gradually drifted off. You might occasionally feel a teardrop land on your cheek as Sanji wishes he could somehow capture these perfect moments in time and keep them with him everywhere he goes, sweet echoes of his voice whispering 'thank you' and 'i love you' inevitably finding their way into your dreams, as he lives out his.

[acupofinkedblood]

Broker x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Ah yes, the infamous Broker lurking in the dark with that oh-so-enthusiastic smile of his with eyes piercing through the most well-hidden sign of your soul just for the fun of it. Don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely quite the wild card of an option that one can choose. The real question is: Why? You have so much other options. Of course, we listen and we don’t judge. It’s not everyday for you to see someone pointing at a suspicious smiley dude covered in stitches and say ‘Yeah, that’s the one’ out of the blue. Certainly it’s not that of a common point of view after all. Nonetheless, one gotta gives Broker the credit to have such a way to seize your attention. But then how on the SFOTH’s names do you even manage to get this man to reciprocate his attention to you in such questionable intensity? Nobody will ever be able to answer that at this point

• Anyone with a normal functioning sense of danger can immediately pick up something off about Broker. The real question isn’t why, but rather, how. How on Inpherno did someone like him exist in the first place? Him, the infamous Broker, who has been wanted countless times, faked countless deaths only to come back and cause another havoc. The one who was under the charged of murder, manslaughter, gear laundering and various undocumented crimes — The Broker himself — how did he even do that? Asking that how can Broker be suspicious should be a crime, because what is not even suspicious about him? He always has this shadiness going on even when he is just being friendly. Something about him is just screaming for you to flee for your life, yet you can never see it coming to your direction before it’s too late. Who knows what is being hidden under that smile? One should know better than to be involved with someone like him

• But guess that life is full of surprises. Because you out of all people decide to look at him with a look of longing, which is a contrast to the defensive gaze he usually received from folks around. If anyone who is close to you heard of this, you bet that they would react more than just grabbing your shoulder and shaking you like crazy. That’s not just. criminal, that’s the most wanted criminal that has given the Warden himself a huge headache. To have a crush on someone like him is definitely a worrying sign to witness. And hell, where did you even find him? Broker is everywhere — whether he meant it in a metaphorical or actual sense, you get the point — but to locate him requires a lots of effort. Yet you don’t have to worry about it for too long. In this case, he actually showed himself to you after a short while. You did capture his interest somewhat after all, and knowing Broker, he can’t just miss out this lovely opportunity. Call it a mild entertainment before he actually has something else to do

• Still, it’s better safe than sorry. The Broker, despite coming off as this jovial and lighthearted individual, was wanted for a reason. There was no way he will just interact with someone outside of the cult for the fun of it. Information is what he values most, which is why he stalked most of everyone in Inphernal at this point, maybe including you. It’s all for business. Of course, not for the majority of the time, though you get what one means. It’s really just about the matter of time before he reveals his ulterior motive when putting on that friendly facade. And in this case, surprisingly enough, it’s you. For some reason, you manage to capture his heart — Does he even have one? — in such an old fashioned way as he made it out to be. You might fall first, but the Broker fall for you even deeper than you’d expect. SFOTH above, what have you gotten yourself into?

• Just when he realizes his feelings for you, good luck keeping up with him because he will make it worth every single second he spent around you. To tell if he’s serious or just waltzing around you for sole entertainment is pretty hard at first glance. Each gesture of his will send you into a spiral state of questions on whether or not does he meant it. He’s really a monster and a self-proclaimed romantic guy in combination: A little bit of sweet nothing, lingering gaze, endearing action for your well-being and subtle flirtatious compliments…Enough to make you feel like it might be casual, enough to make you unable to sleep thinking about him. He does know how checkmate you right into the corner of your own mind, remember that. He won’t just tell you right away about how he feels about you right away, oh no no, where’s the fun in that? He will dance around you until he finally feels funny enough to spare you by confessing his actual feelings, but nonetheless, the tease won’t stop just like that even when you’re his

• Of course, how can we ever forget about the Cult of True Eye when talking about him? The Family means a lots to him after all. Just a head up, if you actually want to be his official significant other and get treated like one, you’re going to have to join the cult. It’s the same thing with Scythe all over again: Unless you’re a part of them, you’re not going to stand a chance to be with them in a serious manner. If he actually adores you that much, you bet that he will go all the way to try and convince you to join the cult. With that honey tongue of his, you will get the church’s uniform before you even realize it. But that’s not anything too bad! It’s the start of you and Broker together, it’s definitely a day to celebrate!

• If there is anything you have to pay attention to this questionable existence of an Inphernal, then you have to keep in mind that he’s a businessman at heart. He knows how to put his mind into good use, whether it’s a business’ matter or just something personal that he likes to meddling with. The Broker will offer you all of his, but he also expects the other way around. You can’t just expect him to just invest all of his love for nothing, no? This might sound rather confusing, but just imagine it as this: Unlike how normal relationships occur, a relationship with the Broker feels more like a ‘romantic partnership’ where both parties can be benefited in different aspects. Not just in romantic terms, but also the others. In this case, you have officially become his partner in crimes. A good thing about that if he ever considered that, then it’s the sole evidence of Broker’s trust in you, as he saw you as a serious lover! Being his partner in crimes isn’t that hard too, you will manage somehow

• That isn’t to say your taste in Inphernal folks is bad though, because if one dares say, Broker is surprisingly better than you give him credit for. You’re definitely out of your mind still, but one won’t judge you, of course. You did see the appeal of this man that others failed to acknowledge. As the matter of fact, aside from that eerie vibe he brings to the function, he’s actually pretty pleasant to look at. People are wary of Broker because of how dangerous he can be. But you? You let that fly through your mind the very moment you developed a crush on him. Others might see a manipulative criminal, but all you see is the love of your life in all endearment. Maybe he can be a bit of an oddball, but that’s just one of the quirks you love about him, right? How can you not be swooned by that lovely demeanor of his when he is with you? It definitely makes you feel special genuinely

• Broker can be a gentleman when he feels like it. He has his own charm, and maybe that’s why he manages to do these kind of business smoothly. The Broker has a good way with words, especially when it comes to pursuance. Not just his business connections, but he knows how to use it on you too. Mostly in lighthearted fashion, of course. He knows just what will be the right praise to soothe you even in the toughest of times. He will and is going to be a man of his words about keeping you on your toes with his sweet nothing. It does help whenever you’re in a bad mood, especially when he can throw in some advices of his after calming you down with his affectionate gestures, like holding you or massaging your shoulders. Be assured that he will still keep that playful demeanor around you, it’s never a boring moment with someone like him near you after all!

• You already know that Broker smokes. Compared to the various worse habits he had, this one is by far the tamest of them all. If you want to join him, go ahead! He can always used some company of a loved one while he’s having a moment of peace to his mind. Then again, he can’t help but teasing you slightly when he’s at it. Blowing smoke into your face is one of the good examples. But there’s something about the way he does it: Flirtatious yet so effortlessly with that grin he always wear, it can easily drive you out of your right mind. And just saying, but he will give you a smoke kiss if he picks up the hints that you’re fine with it. You don’t even have to ask for it — though it’ll be funny if you do — he knows how to pick up the hints from your body language. What a guy

• Since he did state that he can’t really feel pain, you can’t help yourself but to wonder if he can feel anything at all. Can he still feel your touch? Feel the way you caress your hand against his skin like how he does to you? Broker will make you guess, of course. Though at the end of the day, he will give you the answer, in a subtle way. He always gives you the hints that he can, but that doesn’t help with that poker face of his whenever he holds you. How curious, isn’t it? You can never know which part of his word to be taken seriously and what not. But judging on how he always seem to unconsciously reach out for you, either to have you sit so close beside him while he keeps a hand on your waist or randomly sneak up from behind to pull you into a tough embrace, you know that you can trust him somewhat when he says he wants to feel you. Even when he brushes it off as a causal thing he always does, he does that only to you in a genuine manner, not out of pleasantries

• But of course, the thing you find odd about Broker is not just that. At least based on physical aspects, aside from his glass eye, the stitches across his body certainly has caught your attention as well, no? This might be a bit eerie to grasp, but have you ever thought about that time Broker joked that most of his body parts — which doesn’t include his head — aren’t even his? Has it occurred to you that it’s not a joke at all? You should have realized that by now due to the difference in each part of his limbs, as if he really sew those up together as a replacement to his old ones. And yes, he can remove it too. Pick your jaw up, darling, that’s not the worst stunt he can pull in front of you in the middle of the day. His limbs are removable. The Broker doesn’t even feel anything when he does that, just pure numbness

• That does remind you of that time when he just pick his limb up after being bashed away to the other side of the room then waving it at you, asking if you know how to sew or stitch stuff for a favor. Safe to say he really owes you a lots of potential medical bills just because of the absurd amount of time he almost gives you a heart attack. There was a time when he jokingly took his head off his neck then brought it to you. Though judging on how you looked like you were that close to pass out, he didn’t do it too often. But of course, the stitching him up part. Broker thinks that it’s cute for you to do it for him. Most of the time he only relies on Medkit — or when Medkit isn’t around, then Scythe — to do that for him. And now he has you, his beloved, how can he skip this precious opportunity? It doesn’t even hurt him after all, more like a spa day in some sense when you’re carefully putting him back together. Honestly, it gives him a sense of fondness when seeing a part of your work engraved on his body

• Listen, he will spoil you rotten, but not in the way you are currently thinking about. Don’t you ever forget that he’s a criminal. If you wish for a fancy dinner with him, then worry not, he will set it up for you in an instant. Not in a restaurant, of course. Probably at home or on top of some rooftop for romantic atmosphere, don’t mind the odd blood stain on the tablecloth though. If you wish for pretty things, then rest assured, he will surprise you with tons more. If you ignore the fact that most of them are stolen items, and don’t think of wearing it out on the public too much, people will definitely notice that you’re wearing a stolen item from a valuable collection. He spoils you by committing even more crimes, both for the thrill of it and to please you. Maybe once in a while he can buy you things properly due to the leftover cash he had after a great investment which he sent back to the cult. The Broker loves you, he will probably take his heart out for you if you asked — fair warning, do not do that — so those things one just mentioned are just some very small things he will do for you

• A reminder that the Broker does have a good sense that of style. Hell, you will be surprised with how well he can put each item together to make a good outfit as if he’s a designer. Let’s not mention the stolen fashionable stuffs for now, because you know too well that he will find more than a way to rock the heck out of those. If you ask him to pick your outfit even just for a casual day, Broker will be delighted to assist you with all he got in mind. He’d love to doll you up if you allowed him to, you’re his upmost darling after all. And he will join you in this runaway model stage of a fever dream too if he feels like a dose of fun chaos. Do you realize that he can dance too? Specially waltzing, so you know you’re in good hand when he starts taking your hand and twirling you around. He has good taste, you can’t really deny it when the result is too obvious in front of your eyes

• If you ever wondered why the hell does your phone bills have increased so much recently, just give Broker a glance and you will figure out why. He’s a busy guy, so that’s his favorite communication style to hear the voice of his beloved. Given how much he has to run back and forth in work, it’s only natural for him to call you from time to time with a jaw dropping frequency. His calling schedule is a bit hard to grasp, but those are enough for your call history to extend like a damn scroll. That’s not even the most questionable thing about Broker and his calls. For some reason, he always find out where you are and ring you a call in the exact spot, even when you haven’t told him where were you heading at. Be it in another region or somewhere remote, if there is a phone, then Broker will have his way to give you a call no matter what

• Broker loves to observe you. There is something about taking note of your expression, your appearance and you sweet little quirks that makes him unable to avert his gaze away from you. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mean it in a creepy way as others made it out to be. It’s the ultimate evidence on how much he wants to mesmerize you in details. What do you usually do when you’re happy? How will your demeanor shift when you’re nervous? Do you lighten up when seeing something you like? So many questions he has for you, and the Broker loves to figure it out all by himself by paying attention to you whenever he can possibly. He loves looking at your direction, even from afar or when you’re beside him. Though he does make it pretty obvious. It’s like he doesn’t even blink when you’re talking to him, but just listen in silence with his eye staring at you, having you as the sole focus at the moment. If he notices that you’re getting flustered just because he’s staring, then that’s just another win for him. He probably loves watching you sleep too but we won’t dwell into that too much

• You are his precious apple of the eye, so don’t be so dumbfounded when he keeps his word about keeping an eye on you for the sake of your safety. If he usually stalks the other Inphernals for the benefit of getting valuable information out of them when they least expect it, then now he has to keep a close eye on you so that he can protect you even when you’re not aware of it. And by that one means, yes, he knows everything about you at this point. From your usual routine of the day to the places you usually spend the majority of your time at, he knows every single details of it. Of course, he means no harm, just wanting to make sure that nothing is out of the ordinary when it comes to you! Besides, you don’t ever have to worry about him not understanding you - he has quite the analytical skills, because based on the information he has collected about you? Yeah, he definitely knows you well like the palm of his hand

• Sometimes there might be a good amount of time for the two of you to be separated from each other. Most of the time the reason will probably be that he’s busy with his duty of serving the church or just his investment in general, but at least he still gives you a call every now and then to check up on his beloved. But if there is a period of time where he hasn’t shown up nor calling out for you like usual, then you should know that he has gotten himself in trouble. In this case, the trouble is involved with the Banland itself. Well, it’s not anything too surprising at this point. Even when Broker dislikes going back, the Warden has dragged him back into his cell enough for him to get used to the whole place by now. He will escape again, you know too well of that. But that still doesn’t stop Scythe to bring you with her on this rescue mission regarding the love of your life though. Despite all the hassle, it’s actually pretty entertaining with how Broker feigns a dramatic gasp when you fish him out of his cell like a damsel in distress. Scythe will pick the two of you up and run for your lives, while Broker will seize this opportunity to be all lovey dobey with you. Nonetheless, the amusement is pretty worthy

• Speaking of that, beware of Banhammer or his teammates when you’re minding your business somewhere outside the closed home sweet home. If you ever join Scythe with said rescue mission, then you have to be prepared for the potential danger of those officers can cause because of how they have seen your faces and features by now. A little bit of caution won’t kill anyone. If things are too tiring, you know that the church will always provide you a place to live. Though with how ran down the facility is at the moment, even Broker won’t recommend it. After all, he lives somewhere else rather than staying at the church like Scythe now. Or at the very least, you can live with him! Just keep your head down if you can. In the very least if you ever get captured, then now you will be the damsel in distress while Broker actively makes attempts to bring you out of it. He can withstand the warden’s wrath, but you can’t. The faster he gets someone to save you, the better. Scythe definitely has to take a wine break after saving your ass too many times, so be careful and don’t get caught

• In any circumstances, do not underestimate this guy because of his joyous demeanor. One beg of you to never make that mistake. Those charges he is guilty of are not for show. He can and will break someone’s bones without hesitation if the situation changes in an unwanted way. Sure, he’d love to negotiate, but not when he’s obviously in the disadvantaged position in the argument. If there is no peaceful way to back out, then alas, violence is his second nature. It’s like a walk in a park for him, considering what had he done numerous times before meeting you. One bids those poor dismembered souls a farewell. He won’t ever do that to you though, that’s a certain fact. Yet he will do it for the sake of your safety. After all, he can’t just let his darling suffer without punishing the one who is responsible for it. Don’t be too surprised if you found out your bully has gone missing the very next day. If you confront the Broker about it, the only answer you will ever get is a smile

• Ironically, you will actually be more than just safe with him around. The Broker has quite the keen eye of predicting the worst scenario, hence he has the backup plan to at least ensure his lover’s safety. He might be unable to seek you out every single time of the day, the church needs him after all. But he does have some “little birdies” accompanying you even when you have no clue about it. He spies with his eye that you have put yourself in such a tight spot, and the next thing you know is that he already has the plan to take you to live somewhere else within his reach so he can protect you better. The Broker doesn’t play around with your safety. He can appear to be pretty careless about it in front of your face, saying you can help yourself out just fine, but in reality? Hell, he worried himself out because of you. And if he’s there snatching you away from unwanted troublemakers? Ignorance is bliss, my dear. You will not like what he is about to do to those people once you turn your back away. Whoever messes with you will be messing with him personally

• By all means, he can be a bit — actually, you already know that’s an understatement, he is more than just a ‘bit’ — unsettling around you. But he means well! After all, everything he does is because of how he genuinely loves you. It’s all for your sake, as how he does make it pretty entertaining for the both of you in this relationship. The Broker adores you will all of his, and the fact that you love him despite all of his quirky little behavior — that will definitely send someone crying like a kid — is already so endearing. So rest assured, he loves you in his very own way - as a partner in crime, as a close companion, and the most importantly, as a lover. Even when he doesn’t show it too much, sometimes even waltz around you like it’s a little stage of his, don’t you ever forget that you mean a lots to him

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

[year-of-the-lion]

Thought of the night (as I've begun season 4): a facet of Kuron's mission could very well have been to drive Keith away from Voltron.

It makes a lot of sense when you think about it. Keith's the only other person capable of piloting the Black Lion and thus leading Voltron. He's shown that he has the potential to be an effective leader, even though he started out with neither experience nor willingness to do so. He also knows Shiro better than anyone; if there was a single person on Team Voltron who could have realised something was off, it would have been Keith.

There's also one more point that's probably the most important: Keith is relentless. He understands the stakes of the war they're fighting better than any of the other Paladins, and he's been shown repeatedly to be able to play those stakes— it tends to be the others that prevent him from doing so (see him advocating for leaving Allura rather than delivering Voltron to Zarkon, or him pushing to chase Lotor rather than focus on evacuating refugees in 4.01). Had he grown and matured as Black Paladin, it would have spelled trouble for Haggar and the Empire, because that's the same kind of tactical ruthlessness you see in someone like Lotor, who is a pain in the ass to go up against.

Enter Kuron. Kuron who has the face and the voice and the memories of the person Keith trusts most in the universe. Kuron who's enough like Shiro that any differences will be brushed off.

Kuron whose differences from Shiro are absolutely devastating.

On the surface, it seems like Shiro! He encourages Keith to accept his position as Voltron's leader...except his actions don't reflect that. It's very manipulative in my eyes, how he simultaneously praises Keith's growth and puts him down. How he tells him that "Voltron needs a strong leader" but repeatedly undermines his strength by issuing orders that he knows the others will listen to over Keith's.

Kuron tells Keith he needs to be a strong leader while doing everything he can to make him seem a weaker one.

All of this comes to a head with Keith feeling like he doesn't have a place with Voltron, especially not as the Black Paladin, and definitely not once 'Shiro' can pilot Black again. Instead of being brought into his own as a leader, he's had his insecurities reinforced, and the only option he feels he has left is to leave for good, and taking with him the only person on Team Voltron who could have posed a legitimate threat to Kuron's infiltration.

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The Farmhouse Arc should've been the most significant character growth period for 2012 April as a character, and I kind of wanted to talk about that- Lmao

I apologize for not for recalling the user who's post I saw talking about this (I'll definitely @ them if I end up finding them / their post again-), but I recently came across somebody mentioning how they felt 2012 April should have experienced some self-loathing during The Farmhouse Arc given the whole Irma / Kraang Invasion situation-

I completely agree ! But that made me want to expand on that in my own way, because this is something that I genuinely enjoy getting into since there was so much potential (As most things in 2012 have-) that just didn't used,,

Since we've already established time and time again with this series that the writing is not as good as it could be, it "makes sense" that April barely felt any guilt outside of the initial S2 finale and the mistakes that she made don't even get brought up during the aftermath that is the Farmhouse Arc (If we're really being honest, they don't even really get brought up during the initial Season 2 finale- 💀). But if the show had better writing, April should have and would have felt more guilt / had that guilt be very apparent throughout the Farmhouse Arc in how she moves and talks to the Turtles + Casey during their stay there. Not to say that everything was entirely her fault, such as Irma being Kraang Subprime in disguise (She didn't ask for that nor did she cause that to happen-), but it should be acknowledged that their lack of an upper hand feels attributed to her actions the most in this particular Season finale.

I mean, honestly what was she even doing-?? I'm not trying to necessarily give a pass to Casey here, since I know that he was also goofing off / not taking things as seriously as he should have been even though he technically was helping Raph search for Karai- But at least he was with Raph, you know what I mean? Raph and Casey (technically) were searching the city for Karai as it means of protecting her and keeping her safe from the imminent Kraang Invasion (They were also looking for her post her mutation in general, but it was especially dire now-), Leo and Donnie (and Mikey technically-) are in the Lair deliberating on courses of action (Both on options to confront the incoming Kraang Invasion but also means of a safety net, something that Leo in particular was stressing they have outside of the city-). What is April doing during this time? What was her big contribution to this incoming threat? Hanging out with Irma. Like what- Lmao

I understand that like a lot of things that this show has 2012 April do or say, it's just used as a plot device or something to push the narrative that they're going for (Which is incredibly irritating, since it basically sacrifices any good character writing for her so that they can just move the plot along- Regardless of whether or not it makes sense for her as a character to do or not do- But I digress.), and this is just another example of that. But I would be lying if I said this particular aspect of the S2 finale has never made a lick of sense to me, even to this day. A second attempt at a Kraang Invasion is literally on the horizon, and instead of being with her team + actively helping / contributing in some way to this inevitable issue, April's hanging out with Irma-? The writers don't even give any context prior either, like the two of them coming from the movie theater or April's home or something. They provide no explanation as to why April's even spending her time with Irma in this moment.

Which, just like most things in this show, I'm not even saying that that had to have been a poor choice? This is why context is important- If they had shown April clearly stewing over the incoming Kraang Invasion as she's on her way to meet up with everybody else to discuss their options and Irma "just so happened" to essentially ambush April with her presence, thus making April feel obligated to entertain her for the time being? That would have made a lot more sense. It also would have been a great way to foreshadow the events to come in relation to Irma, since there would have been a clear atmosphere change and some unspoken reason as to why Irma wants her attention so badly right now- It also wouldn't have taken up a lot of runtime in my opinion, so I don't understand why they didn't do something like that? 💀

But to not derail from the initial point, (Given the poor writing, I know-) April basically brings a bunch of chaos to the Turtles (and Casey) and quite literally does the bare minimum about it. When she (unintentionally) reveals their home to the enemy, what does she do throughout that entire ambush? Hide. She doesn't even make any attempts to fight off the Kraang that are flooding into the Liar and essentially destroying their home.

What did she do after they escaped the sewers? Take them to her apartment, which initially was just meant to help Donnie get patched up before revisiting the chaos she (unintentionally) created, but instead April ends up staying in her apartment with her cowardly Father-?? For way longer than she should have. I understand that April does not control Donnie and it's not / shouldn't be her role to influence his decisions, but it was also upsetting to know that she was basically the reason Donnie was so inactive (Since he refused to "leave her side" or whatever-) and this in turn caused Mikey to also be inactive because (Rightfully so??) he's not going to go out there by himself- So April (more or less) was the reason why the three of them did nothing but wait around in her apartment until Raph and Casey arrived. She technically "did something" during the fight (more or less) with Kraang Prime in the Turtle Mech, but that only partially counts to me because that was more of a group effort (Since it's ideal for four people to be working the robot and she pulled like one lever or something like that- Lmao).

And of course, there was that psychic freakout that she had at the end of the S2 finale, but those never count to me because that's not something that she's consciously making an effort to do- If that makes sense? If April wasn't this special Human + Kraang Mutant Hybrid, she would just be freaking out like a regular person, and that would have done nothing for them- You know what I mean? (I really loathe these psychic freakouts that the writers have April do for this very reason-)

If you really pick apart April's role in the S2 finale, she mostly escalates the situation and does very very little to alleviate any of it or contribute positively in some way. Again, I acknowledge this is a poor writing decision and most likely influenced by their want to move the plot along and make this season finale "really dramatic"- But that doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to acknowledge it for what it is. Lmao

That being said though, I can now circle back to the topic at hand, which is that the Farmhouse Arc should've been a huge growth period or her as a character. ESPECIALLY in regards to her relationships with the Brothers and Casey.

The S2 finale should have been a situation that caused the group to view April differently. Not in the sense that they view her as an enemy or something of that nature, more that they're finally more openly acknowledging that she makes a lot of mistakes. Mistakes that they (More so the Brothers than Casey-) usually suffer the brunt of the consequences of. This is something that I feel is very apparent with her character (S2 the most-), and while that isn't a bad thing since a lot of characters in 2012 make mistakes, it's very obvious that the main group responds incredibly differently to her mistakes than any other character's mistakes. She's never forced to dwell on her wrongdoings or missteps, nor does the group ever harp on them or make her feel guilty for a prolonged duration of time like they do with other characters. We see this constantly throughout the series. The Brothers and Casey are always quick with their reassurance and understanding, always quick to tell her it isn't a big deal or that they got it handled, etc.

While it's not necessarily a bad thing to support her or make efforts to prevent her from developing a lack of self confidence, there's a fine line between giving support and coddling a person. Oftentimes, I feel like this teeters into the coddling side of things rather than genuinely supporting her. They essentially treat her like a child (so to speak), in the sense that they'd rather her believe that she "didn't do anything wrong" and that *everything's okay" instead of being honest when she makes mistakes or acts in ways that genuinely upsets them or off puts them.

THIS?? The S2 finale / Kraang Invasion?? This 1000% should have been the boiling point, and Raph in particular should've been the one to tip over the metaphorical pot. A theory that I have for the S2 finale going into the Farmhouse Arc that I believe holds up very well is Raph and Casey not being privy to the fact that April caused a lot of the chaos that they experienced during that finale. Of course, once they initially left New York City, their priorities were more focused on getting to safety (the O'Neil Farmhouse) and helping Leo in some way / shape / or / form giving his uncertain condition health wise. So it makes sense that this wasn't a topic of conversation immediately. However, it would not surprise me in the slightest if Donnie had made the decision to not tell Raph and Casey about what had transpired in the Lair that day (Or at the very least not the whole story, which would include April's involvement-). Convincing Mikey (And somewhat April-) to do the same. Because why wouldn't he? April's always been his top priority, and if not telling Raph and Casey the truth means protecting her, then he most likely will do that. Because I'm sure he knows Raph would be pissed beyond belief.

AND AS HE SHOULD BE- Hello?? If Raph found out that the reason why the Kraang Invasion began sooner than they planned thus causing them to be incredibly unprepared / their Lair got discovered and destroyed by said Kraang Invasion / Leo got separated from the group (And took on Shredder alone, but I fully acknowledge that that wasn't April's fault, I feel like that was a really stupid call on Leo's part during this finale-) / Splinter got separated from the group and this causing a domino effect that led him to confronting Shredder and being thrown further into the sewers and Raph ( + Donnie / Mikey / and April-) witnessing that horrific event was because of APRIL -?? Regardless of whether or not it was an accident, I think he would have a right to be upset with her. Because like I said before, she's had a lot of accidents that they've had to clean up before.

So just picturing Raph chewing her out at The Farmhouse and finally addressing how upset he's been with her in the past but bit his tongue so many times because she's supposed to be their friend?? That's "Chef's Kiss" tier conflict in my opinion. I genuinely feel like something of this nature was meant to happen and should have happened. A mistake of this caliber should have affected her relationships with them. Of course, Raph is the only one that I truly see being so unapologetically upset with April over this. Casey and Mikey would probably fall under some kind of murky mix of emotions, where they understand why they should be upset with her and to a degree they are, but they don't necessarily want to isolate her or cut her out of their lives- You know? I feel like their body language around her would be the biggest tell though, especially Mikey's, which I think would hurt April a lot (But it's not like she's really in a position to argue against it,,). I also think it would hurt Mikey a lot too, since being in this kind of position would make him incredibly uncomfortable for sure and I'd imagine he wouldn't like the way he's instinctively reacting to her presence nowadays,,

Donnie, of course, would be the only one "acting the same" towards April / around April. But deep down I think even he knows that something has changed between them, something that he would be in denial about for a majority of their stay there. I think this would have been a really great way to progress their relationship though- Both in the context of pushing for their romantic relationship (Which again, I personally am not a huge fan of 2012 Apritello, but I also don't want to exclude these things-) but also dismantling it entirely. On one hand, I think this would have been a really unique way to finally get Donnie to view April as an individual rather than simply the "object of his affections". Fully allowing those rose-colored glasses to be put aside for a second, you know? This should have been an event that tested his (so called) love for April in my eyes. Because if he doesn't love her and value her as a person, especially when she's at her lowest or has made some of her biggest mistakes (Ones that directly affect him-), then can he really say he loved her at all? I also think this should have been a great arc for Donnie as far as not making excuses for April anymore, since this is a bad habit he's (seemingly) nurtured. Learning that it's okay to be critical of her and these criticisms not drastically influencing their relationship or his affections towards her. But I can also see this skewing the complete opposite direction, and this finally being the event that ends the crush saga all together-

I personally felt like this was a very realistic possibility, since Donnie's crush on April is very surface level (He only "fell" for April because she was the first girl he witnessed upon leaving his home for the first time + he thought she was very pretty. He never makes any genuine attempts to get to know her as a person, and this feels very apparent given his behaviors and actions towards her. When he made his chart to "successfully get April to hang out with him" back in S1, everything that he listed had everything to do with himself and nothing to do with her or her interests. He didn't even try to guess or do any kind of process of elimination for her interests through his conversations / interactions with her. Also during S1, Donnie makes the bold assumption that April will like him simply because her Father is also a scientist- Which has absolutely nothing to do with April as an individual and there's no real correlation as to why she would "like him more" simply because he's similar to her Father / Father's profession? During this exact Season, when we see him gift her the music box that he made for her in, "A Foot Too Big" / S3 EP 2 /, April clearly looks uncomfortable for very obvious reasons but another thing that comes to mind is whether or not she even likes music boxes-?? There's no real explanation as to why he thought this would be a good gift for her- 💀). So to me, it makes sense that having his Rose colored glasses shattered / having a situation that practically forces Donnie to truly see her as an individual who's flawed and makes mistakes like this one would cause his crush on her to essentially evaporate instantly. Because what was his crush / infatuation founded on in the first place-? You know what I mean? I can also see his crush dissipating because of April and how she's handling this entire situation. I can see her handling it poorly in two different senses, the first being that she becomes very overly sensitive and defensive (Since Raph blowing up on her would be a massive hit to her pride, and as we've seen throughout the series, she's built up a pretty big ego just as much as the other characters have-) or she becomes very detached and blunt. Something that would cause her to become more openly honest with Donnie about how she views him and their relationship, that being that they just don't really have one- Finally being able to speak on how his advances make her feel and how they aren't necessarily wanted a majority of the time. :/

But now that I've established how I feel the other main characters should've responded towards April post the S2 finale / entering the S3 Farmhouse Arc (Minus Leo whose in a coma-), it's finally time to talk about how I feel April should have carried herself during this arc. Which would be BUILDING / REBUILDING HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE OTHER MEMBERS OF THIS TEAM (Minus Leo, but also technically him to just after he wakes up from his coma-). One of my biggest gripes with 2012 April in relation to the group as a whole is her lack of proper dynamic with most of her teammates. Casey is honestly the only exception to this, since we do see her get more significant bonding moments with Casey / she does get a lot of one on one screentime with him on particular- But even that could use some work too. April doesn't feel like an actual friend to any of them, and that's always been something that bothers me considering how highly they regard her as a person and how much they trust her / how much they put their faith in her. It would make sense to properly establish where that trust and praise even stems from, you know what I mean? But since the writers suck ass, you can essentially just chalk this up to her being the titular girl character and therefore she "deserves this treatment" canonically. I hate that reasoning and think it's really dumb. :) Lmao

I'm not saying the entire Farmhouse Arc needed to be so April centric (Since 2012 already feels like the Leonardo and April O'Neil show a majority of the time- 💀), but I don't think it could have hurt to have a majority of those episodes have significant moments between April and a particular Brother / Casey. With Mikey and April, I think it would have been really great for April to validate his feelings and reinforce the fact that it's okay for him to be upset with people. That doesn't mean that he has to hate them forever or hold grudges like a lot of people in his life do (I can also imagine that's the biggest reason why he's so uncomfortable with the possibility that he's holding a grudge against April, since his entire life revolves around this stupid grudge between his Father and his Uncle- Because Shredder basically is their uncle and I hate that that isn't acknowledged more?? That's like top tier family drama angst right there- Lmao). But it's also not healthy for him to essentially pretend as though he doesn't feel emotions like anger and frustration and disappointment. I think it would have been really cool for April to validate his thoughts and opinions, with this being used to build a better relationship between them and result in Mikey learning to trust April once again (Not that he necessarily lost his trust in her but it felt complicated for a while-). We can also get more screentime of April loosening up and doing fun / silly things, since I'm sure Mikey would bring out that side of her ! I also think Mikey should have been the one to help her with her psychic abilities instead of Donnie, I don't know if that's a hot take but- LMAO

Like I said earlier, I don't think April didn't have a relationship with Casey but I think this situation would help strengthen it for sure. To be honest though, I don't see April necessarily needing to make a lot of amends with Casey (Aside from his Father and younger Sister getting abducted as well, and maybe this could be a good way for Casey to be able to actually talk about his family with someone onscreen-). But I do like the idea of April going to Casey a lot during the situation for advice- To have an outside looking in perspective, you know what I mean? Especially with Raph and how to fix that mess,, But this would be a great way to show how much April values Casey as a friend and respects his opinion / appreciates the fact that he's always been a shoulder for her to cry on or vent to. I also want Casey to reinforce this idea that she doesn't need to be this "perfect person". This whole character development period for her should be about that in general, but I feel like Casey / her interactions with Casey should highlight this theme the most. I think April should be able to express how difficult it's been to come to terms with the fact that she's not where she wants to be or who she thought she was, with Casey throwing out the idea that maybe that was never who she was meant to be. That it's never too late to reinvent yourself or be a different person, one that you better reflects who you are. I basically just want Casey to reinforce her individualism the most !

I'm biased, so I prefer the situation dissipating Donnie's crush on April, and for that to build a new foundation for a relationship. A platonic relationship. Donnie never truly interacted with April as a friend, always interacting with her as his crush or infatuation, you know what I mean? He read into every interaction they had, everything he did felt as though it had some romantic strings attached or implications. He needs to let that go, for sure. I think they could have had a really cool dynamic if this had happened. The writers also could have better explored April's intelligent side, the one that they constantly like to associate with her character but I feel doesn't always hold up (Not only because a lot of her "character traits" feel reliant on the plot of an episode, making them incredibly inconsistent, but I've always compared April's intelligence level to Leo's rather than Donnie's. You know what I mean?). If April actually has an interest in S.T.E.M. the way the writers like to imply that she does, then this would have been a really good thing for her too ! I honestly don't have much to say aside from this though, because I don't necessarily see a lot of friendship scenarios for April and Donnie-? I know that's kind of sad, but I've personally never envisioned them being super close-? 😭

Raph is my favorite aspect of this entire hypothetical concept though. Not only does it include the satisfaction (For me, yes-) of a character rightfully telling April off for once and April actually having to face the repercussions of something that she's done for an indefinite amount of time, but this also simultaneously feeds into my take that April and Raph should have been a lot closer than they actually were- To talk about this a little better, I'm including some old WIPs of a comic I made exploring this idea (I guess technically I'm still making it-? I haven't worked on it in a while,, 😔) !

I'll do my best to not infodump about the entire story that I envisioned for this comic (Cause it's a lot and this post is already lengthy enough- Lmao), but to provide some context for these specific panels: After Raph explodes on April after finding out what actually transpired during the S2 finale / takes the time to throw in the fact that she's pretty incompetent a majority of the time and it's upsetting the constantly have to clean up after her, April (somewhat understandably) gets in her feelings and it's pretty upset about the situation overall. She ends up running into a conflict with some people by herself in the woods while taking a walk to get some fresh air (It was over a missing mutagen canister and I kind of envisioned these people being similar to "The Finger" from the Bigfoot episode- Like, just weirdos- Lmao), and as you can tell from the comic she pretty much gets her ass handed to her. This is when Raph's words really started to set in for her and she felt honestly disappointed with herself. But instead of kicking her while she's down or fanning the flames, Raph opens up to her instead-

With that little bit of context out of the way, I really love this idea that seeing April like this would result in Raph wanting to open up to her. Why? Because he sees himself in her. Especially right now. Seeing her so frustrated with herself, April wanting to do more than she's physically capable of doing as she is now, feeling weak and helpless ,, He's been there. Many many times. So he starts to empathize with her and his anger simmers a bit.

He opens up about his role in this team, and how a majority of the time he only feels good for punching and hitting people. Like that's all he's capable of. He talks about how he feels so insignificant when the solution isn't hitting people, or even if there is someone to hit that doesn't change anything or resolve the issue. He's not smart like Donnie, he's not warm and compassionate like Mikey, he's not a symbol for people to follow like Leo. In these ways, he understands wanting to do more and being so angry when facing the reality that you can't. Or rather, as you are right now, you can't.

This is more of a personal headcanon for me, but I'd imagine that it took rough a lot of effort and dedication to get the build that he currently has / maintains. I wouldn't be surprised if it took him quite some time to build up that body mass, you know what I mean? So I was also going to reference that at some point in relation to Raph talking about not being where you want to be yet- How for years, he felt so weak compared to Splinter and that upset him,, But it also motivated him to be the person that he currently is + why he takes training more seriously than everybody else. Because he was tired of feeling weak.

This basically segways into Raph helping April with her training during the Farmhouse Arc and this being the most significant way in which they build their new relationship with each other ! He's a little impressed with April's dedication to improving too, which also helps him view April differently / give them something in common. When they return to New York City, I'm sure April would want to feel confident in herself and capable of fixing this mess- Raph getting her there feels like a no brainer to me. I'd also include moments where they're not training and just hanging out regularly during their stay at the Farmhouse ! Something that admittedly would've taken some convincing on April's part, since even though I said Raph's anger simmered, that doesn't mean that it completely vanished right away. But eventually he'd agree to it and slowly let April in again. Maybe not even again though, since they didn't really have a relationship prior to this in my eyes (Nor do they interact a lot canonically as it is-). So this would honestly feel like Raph letting April in for the very first time-! 😭

Also, of course I'm going to be throwing in some hints of 2012 Raphril here and there within this comic- This is me we're talking about- LMAO 💛❤️

I also totally address Donnie's behaviors towards April / his (Most likely unintentional?) misogynistic tendencies. How his coddling of her harms her rather than helps her. His lack of respect for her choices and her autonomy (Specifically referencing, "Within the Woods" where he blatantly acknowledges that April is interested in Casey but instead of respecting that, he feels the need to "prove to her" that she's wrong-?? For not choosing him, basically- 💀). His unhealthy possessives over her as a person. Etc. ! 😔👍

Sorry this was another lengthy yap post-! Basically I agree that April should've had more focus in relation to the S2 finale aftermath like that person was talking about, but I also think the Farmhouse Arc should've better established April's relationships within the group- Idk- ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Lmao

[cookieclover]

Is Bee gonna make beeping noises like in Tf Prime?

I really liked one fic where they had sign languages so Bee made a signature hand gesture to create names for his friends.

Optimus and Bee had similar gesture, which was sweet 😊

I haven't given it much though yet, I can tell you some of my ideas and options I've considered so far!

Beeping, like in Prime - I adore Bee in that continuity, and it's most likely I'll go for some sort of noises.

Radio, like in Bay Movies and Cyberverse - while it may sometimes be cute, I usually just find it annoying unfortunately. I'll definitely not be using that.

Sign language - Strongly considering it! I love sign language, and I've always wanted to learn it. But it would require a lot more studying and research to draw it properly! So may not be the best option for the comic.

Some special sign language, made by him (like in that fanfic!) - it's a sweet idea, but it just wouldn't work well for the comic. I won't be using that either vv

Just chirolingustics ("speaking hand"), like in the IDW comics - it's an option I'm currently using! Bee will definitely use it sometimes, but some bots may not know it, and it does require physical touch. Not the most convenient. He's probably going to need more than that.

So to sum up - if he REALLY won't be able to speak normally again - he's going to be using some sort of noises to communicate, chirolinguistics or just writing.

[culpeppercheckers721]

Turn OC Week 2025– Day 1: Not-So Short Bio

Character: Aileen Darcie O’Connor (Feat. One of the shittiest collages I’ve ever made so let’s ignore that! 🤪)

Ahh first and foremost, sorry this post is so late in the day! It’s been a busy one lol. Anyways, when this week was announced I was honestly rather nervous, because Turn fandom events have been SO fun for me every time I’ve done them so far, and I knew I’d love to contribute, but, despite all of the writing I do in this era and the amount of 18th century characters I have, I had never actually made a Turn OC! But, it reminded me that I’ve recently been thinking, as unfamiliar with this sort of shipping as I am, that I could DABBLE in some Ben Tallmadge/OC stuff, and to make a long story short, I decided I’d use this as an excuse to actually develop the OC I’ve had a vague idea of for too long now, so I introduce you all to Aileen O’Connor!

And because I physically cannot be concise apparently, more under the cut!

SO. For the longest time, my vision for Aileen did not go beyond “loud mouthed Irish woman”, but as decidedly accurate as that description is, having an excuse to flesh her out has given me something of an actual sorry I could pursue one day about her, falling pretty in line with that one Turnsgiving post about “what I’d do in Turn” (even though she’s not supposed to be a COMPLETE self-insert, but still)! 😂 Hence why I will try to condense this character to bullet points:

- Aileen O’Connor, like many Irish Americans of the time, never favored the British government. So, her eventual stance as a patriot is no surprise.

- She grew up in Long Island, where her family ended up establishing themselves in Montauk. Her aunt, Rylee O’Connor, ended up marrying a Woodhull related to the rest of the Woodhull family we all know and love(? Maybe not Richard though lmfao), and this is where her connection to the story comes in.

- When she suggests Aileen go on a family trip to Setauket to meet this new, extended family of Rylee’s, Aileen accompanies her because the two have a pretty nice relationship, and who doesn’t love hanging with their Cool Aunt, after all?

- Upon meeting Abraham Woodhull, she figures out (by chance or perhaps by investigation, I haven’t gotten into the intricacies of this part of her arc yet ahahah) his position as a rebel, sees her in to help the cause, and she fucking takes it.

- When she proclaims “Hi hello yes I’d like to offer my services as a spy, please!!” the majority of the ring is just like??? “No???” But Anna of course, who barely knows her, can appreciate a woman wanting to help the cause (despite how few options they would’ve had at the time), and is likely the force that pushed for Aileen to get an opportunity to help, however briefly.

- And what starts as her just being aware of the ring and wanting to shove her nose in everyone’s business (you all Aileen has NO regard for propriety 😭🤡) eventually escalates to her heading off to York City (not side by side with Abe per se but he was probably her way in), and eventually, finds herself— incidentally— at a business called Rivington’s.

- Honestly feel like she and Robert Townsend are like “platonic soulmates” lol, they have a surprising amount in common, and definitely some gay/bi solidarity there.

- To be completely honest with you, I don’t think she’d really change the plot that much, other than being a partner for Ben lmao. 🤡

- Anyhow, personality-wise, she most definitely is a bold, outspoken woman who isn’t skilled at keeping her opinions to herself. As fun as the classic “girlboss” personality trope is, though, unfortunately Aileen’s inability to stop talking is kind of a genuine character flaw of hers but we’ll save that for another day. ;)

Anyways this was definitely NOT short, so my deepest thanks if you actually read this UNIMAGINABLY cliche, cornball yapping! I’m trying to get better at being comfortable being “cringe”, because let’s be totally honest, I think we all have more fun when we spend less time worrying about how we’re perceived, right? ;D

Can’t wait to work out some details of Aileen’s character even further, and share with you other parts of her story that I DO already have a grasp of later on this week! 👀 Thank you SO much for reading once again! 💕

[manchestereyes]

it's gonna come down to phan vs. jedus in the final poll and i want us to win SO badly because how fucking funny would it be if we could say phan is bigger than jesus

[sonknuxadow]

hypothetical scenario: you are allowed to make a sonic character say the word fuck in an official piece of sonic media. it can be given to any character for any reason, and you can come up with a scene to put it in or insert it into an existing scene. but they can only say it once and never again. and you can't give it to multiple characters or add any other extreme swearing because it's a one time thing and the dialogue/story has to remain family friendly outside of that one word

[icewindandboringhorror]

indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I can't really draw what's on my mind so here is the blueprint of my vision instead:

[starflungwaddledee]

if starstruck Dee gets a comically large bow then Marc should have the comically large eyelashes

i was actually thinking that they both already have bows and eyelashes. consider: the ol' switcheroo

[i-am-but-a-beta-fish]

please click my poll buttons this question has haunted me for years