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base0h · 2 years

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Hi!I have been reading your fanfics and I find your writing beautiful.May I request for luffy and/or shanks that are fighting a really strong opponent with a teleportation df and when they were about to land the final punch,they teleported their s/o and took the punch and died?Feel free to ignore this if you dont want to write this,Bye!

a/n - oh- oh god. 😭 im gonna go buy more tissues now :’) idk why but I made Luffy’s extra sad ./. Also if any of you know this song I feel like it fits really well

Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader, spoilers for Luffy gear 4!

This opponent was strong enough to make an emperor of the sea like Shanks start to worry whether or not this battle would result in his victory, or the enemy’s. The red haired pirates knew what they were getting into, just how dangerous this battle would be. Even Shanks didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to put his friends’ lives in danger, especially not you. Your reassuring words convinced him otherwise, “Shanks, don’t worry about me or the others. We’ll be fine, are you doubting our strength?” You asked with a playful pout on your face. The rest of the crew wholeheartedly agreed. After all, the red haired pirates were one of the most feared crews on the sea, no one could take you guys down that easily.

Clashing of swords, and gunshots being exchanged, the entire battlefield was exhausting to even look at let alone fight on. Wounded pirates of both sides laying on the ground, blood smeared across the bottom of your shoes, the smell of gunpowder and steel clogging your nose. Being the reliable person you were, you tried to back up your crew as much as possible, tending to the wounded, making sure your friends were safe. Shanks knew that thanks to you, his friends would be safe, that alone made him love you even more. The way he could trust you with everything, how you would always be by his side.

His sword clashed with the captain of the other crew, attacks were exchanged endlessly. “Shanks… You think you can take us down that easily?! Not a chance!” The man said with an angered growl, sending Shanks flying backwards. The black lightning around the two was visible from miles away, the clash of the two kings almost wiped the others away. Shanks sliced the man’s entire hand off with his next charge forward, quickly striking him down to the ground, about to swing his blade into the man’s neck. “You can’t switch places now, it’s over!” Shanks yelled, his sword just by the pirate’s neck before he snapped his fingers. It was as if he couldn’t hear the man’s fingers snap, he kept swinging with all his might, blinded by wanting to end this fight. Right when Shanks blinked and opened his eyes, he was shocked, his breath shaking. No… Oh god no.

You were right in front of him now, his sword slicing your neck. He couldn’t stop himself in time, he couldn’t stop his sword before the deed was already done. His anger towards the pirate made him blindly swing his blade without even considering the fact that this could happen. Your eyes had nothing but fear in them, why were you scared of him? This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right! Shit, blood was already pooling from your wound, his blade continuing to slice through when he was screaming inside, begging himself to stop. His body didn’t obey.

It hurt him the most when he saw that fear in your eyes as you watched him hurt you. Shanks couldn’t breathe, his blade finished its course, your neck being sliced open by the end of it. He immediately threw his sword to the side, catching you before you could fall, his hand trying to stop the blood to no avail. The red pooled around his hand, dripping down his forearm. “Y/n- I’m so sorry.. I didn’t-“ He struggled to say, trying to get you to look at him. That look of fear was paralyzed onto your face, your body limp in his arms as you slowly bled out. A couple seconds had passed, and he felt your chest stop moving up and down. You had stopped breathing.

His pupils were trembling from the shock, the absolute disgust he felt in his hands. Your blood was on his hands. No, this wasn’t that pirate’s fault for switching places with you. No, this was his fault. Why couldn’t he stop himself? It was his anger that blinded his swing, he didn’t even stop to consider this outcome. He was a wreck, his mind breaking down, his arm shaking as he held your body close to him. He could still feel your warmth, but it was starting to fade. Tears couldn’t even fall, he felt like killing himself with his own blade. How could he even do this? How could he be the one to kill you? How could he continue after this? After seeing his own strength be the one to take away the person he loved most in this damned world?

He wanted to be able to embrace you once more, just one more time. ‘Was that so much to ask for?’ He asked himself. Why couldn’t he get to hold you close to him with your head resting against his broad chest? His arm wrapping around you as he ran his fingers through your soft hair? All of that was because of him, he took that away, this was his fault.

“Y/N HELP US!” Nami screamed, trying to run away from a rather- enormous enemy that was chasing her and Usopp. You couldn’t help but sigh a bit, those two always seemed to be chased by something scary like that. Another pirate group was fighting alongside the strawhats, the heart pirates. Trafalgar Law was busy transporting your friends as well as his out of danger, quite the caring pirate he was. “Trafalgar! Transport me up there, I’ll deal with ‘em!” You shouted to him, throwing a rock into the air towards the flying zoan users. Law scoffed at your “order” and transported you into the sky, watching you slam your fists into both of their faces, drop kicking them to the ground with a small smile on your face.

Luffy laughed at the way you grinned when you drop kicked the enemies to the ground, god you were the best. He went back to his own fight at hand, blowing air into his arm for his next attack. “Elephant gun!” He yelled, slamming his fist straight into the enemy’s stomach, sending them flying backwards. He wasted no time in letting them recover, jumping off the ground and into the air, about to slam his entire body into his downed enemy. The admiral dodged just in time, a cloud of dust enveloping the two, blocking Luffy’s vision. He was now relying solely on sensing the admiral’s presence, trying to use observation haki to better see his surroundings.

He put his hand to his mouth once more, blowing an insane amount of air. His body transformed, his arms clad in haki, red markings forming around his chest and back, his arms long like snakes. Clouds of smoke surrounded him, shadows of black around his intense gaze. He swung his arm backwards, his fists winding up for their attack like a music box. He then swung them forward with a yell, “King cobra!” His fists flew in front of him at a speed even he had trouble seeing. He pinpointed the marine’s position, this was it, the final blow. Underneath his yells of anger, there was a faint snapping noise, what was that?

You sighed with relief when you finished off one of the last marine captains, this was when you were transported into an area of smoke. In front of you was Luffy, in snakeman form, his fists flying towards you. You smiled at him, a feeling of relief washing over you at the sight of your lover. Then everything slowed. Why was his attack aimed at you? He wasn’t stopping, his fists weren’t stopping. Then a question hit you, who was it that transported you?.. If it wasn’t Law… then- oh no.

You didn’t have any time to even blink, let alone try to cover yourself in haki. Tears flowed down your cheeks, why did that bastard have to switch places with you? Your lover’s fist hit your face, the impact forcing your head to turn all the way around, snapping your neck in half. The blow was painful, yet such a quick death. Your cheek was smashed in the shape of his fist, your neck painfully twisted in such a horrific position. The dust started to clear, and that was when Luffy was able to see you on the ground. He didn’t yet know that it was his doing.

He rushed over to your side, holding you up, trying to get a response out of your limp body. “Hey- y/n! Who did this to you?! When did you get in front of me?!” He shouted, terrified at your lack of response. Your neck.. Your face.. Whoever did this to you would pay. It was then he heard the admiral’s familiar cackle in the distance. Luffy’s head whipped towards the sound, seeing the marine stand up, perfectly unharmed. “I switched places with your crewmate there. They were the only ones within my range. It wasn’t me who hurt them.. No. it was you, strawhat.” The marine said with a devilish smirk. Luffy silently gasped, his heart twisting inside. No, this guy was just trying to mess with him right? Yeah, this was just some joke to get him off his game!

Obviously he wouldn’t hurt you! Not on purpose.. He thought back, he felt a change in presence right before he struck. It had felt like you were right in front of him instead, and he strictly remembered his fist clashing with someone’s face. Oh god. He then realized that maybe this guy wasn’t lying after all. Did he.. Did he hurt you? He was the one that did this? “Y/n- c’mon! Answer me! Do you need food? Yeah this fight was pretty long and I’m hungry too- so let’s go eat together!” He said with a hopeful tone, holding you by the back of your head, running his thumbs over your smashed up cheek. The mark on your face was in the shape of a fist.. Out of curiosity, he tried to put his fist to your wound, and it was then that he put you to the ground, his hands shaking as he sat there on his knees. His fist perfectly fit into the mark on your face. The admiral wasn’t lying after all.

His body was violently shaking, his breaths uneven as he stared blankly at your corpse. He was the one who did that to you? He was the one that.. killed you? He saw the faded marks of tears down your cheeks, and then it hit him. Did you have to watch him kill you..? God. No. No. No no no no! He was screaming, wanting to rip his own heart out then and there. “You’re such a useless captain. You don’t even deserve that title. I’ve never even seen one that managed to kill their own crewmate.. You’re definitely a different type of evil, strawhat.” The admiral taunted with a chuckle. He was useless.

So utterly useless. He vowed to protect you and his friends with his life, not take them. Of all people… He took away your life with his own hands? He felt disgusted with his own body, how could he kill you like this? He didn’t protect you, he killed you. All those moments with you, the time he stole your entire plate of food and you chased him around the ship for an hour. When he dozed off on the figurehead of the thousand sunny, you were always there to catch him just before he fell into the water. Oh- and all those times where you race to see who could explore the entire island first! He saw them fade, he saw them burn by his hand. No.. He took away all those times with you that he cherished so much. His clenched his own heart, falling to the ground with absolute horror. It was his strength that killed you. It was his carelessness that killed you. It was his inability to be a true captain that killed you. This was all and utterly… His fault and his alone.

a/n - im sad now .-.

#one piece #one piece x reader #luffy one piece #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #monkey d. luffy #shanks x y/n #shanks x reader #akagami no shanks #shanks one piece #one piece angst #straw hat pirates #four emperors

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baby--b4t · 5 months

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hey snookums it’s me again :3 I have another minific or bot idea that i’m just leaving here because my ideas are spilling out of my head like soup rn :p

dottore (somehow) being trusted to babysit pantalone’s little, and he just doesn’t know what to do at all. “you want a beer?” “he’s four!!”/ref

the sillies I lub them :3

-🐠

PLEASE KEEP SENDING ME LITTLE IDEAS LIKE THIS (this goes for everyone !!) these ideas help me with my writers block and give me inspiration for other stuff (*^▽^*) I DID KINDA GO OFF TOPIC WITH THIS ONE but its still silly stuff with dottore :3

(minific under the cut)

"Why am I being put in charge of someone with the mental capacity of a child?" Dottore grimaced as he cleaned off one of his counters. He had planned to start on a new experiment today, but it was clear that was going to have to be put on hold for the time being.

"Oh please, dont sound so disgusted by it." Pantalone replied, setting you down in a nearby chair. "I just need you to watch them for a little bit while I attend a meeting. Everyone else is away or busy at the moment. A couple hours is all I ask, Dottore."

Dottore was clearly not the happiest about the situation, but he understood. He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine! But if that little parasite messes with any of my equipment and breaks something, I expect better equipment to replace it with." He grumbled, turning to set a box of flasks aside.

Pantalone smiled slightly, setting down your bag he had packed for you.

"There are snacks, toys, an extra pacifier, and a change of clothes in there for the little one. Oh! There are also a few comfort items in case they start having a meltdown. Take care not to lose those, would you?" The man explained as he gave you a gentle hug. "Now, you be on your best behavior for Dottore, alright darling?"

You whined and tried to keep Pantalone with you, but he left you with Dottore in the end. He knew you would be upset, you always were when he left, but he reassured you he would be back very soon. Dottore watched you for a moment, not entirely sure how to care for someone as vulnerable and innocent as you.

"So... What is it that Im supposed to do with you, parasite?" He asked, leaning on a nearby counter as he seemed to study you. "Do you need fed or something?"

You reached into the bag Pantalone had packed for you and pulled out a small stuffed animal. Dottore tilted his head quizzically.

"A toy? Hm..." He thought for a moment, debating on just putting you on a makeshift leash somewhere until Pantalone came back. Play time wasnt really something he wanted to participate in. He wasnt at all fit to handle such childish things... But he couldnt lie and say he didnt find it intriguing.

"Do you play with it? Like a doll or puppet?" Dottore crouched next to the chair you sat in. You shook your head at him and hugged your stuffy close to your chest.

"Ah, I see. Is it like a companion to you?" Dottore smiled slightly, looking more creepy than happy. That somehow made you giggle. You tried to hide your face a little bit in hopes that he wouldnt see you, but it was fruitless.

"What? Whats so funny to you, parasite-" Dottore frowned slightly, trying to look at your face as you continued to try and hide away from him. The way he spoke and seemed frustrated seemed rather funny to you as well. The giggles wouldnt stop coming out of you no matter how much you tried to suppress them.

After a bit of pestering, Dottore finally just picked you up to get your attention.

"I didnt think looking after you would prove to be... So exhilarating." He mumbled, walking over to a more cleaned out area to keep you for the time being. Be stopped in his tracks as he heard you mimicking him, or what he thought was mimicry. You were just trying to repeat the word 'exhilarating' and figure it out and Dottore took that as you trying to poke fun at him.

Dottore sat you in a small corner with the blanket Pantalone brought you with. He chuckled as he plotted trying to get revenge for your 'mocking', feeling as though being a bit silly at a time like this wouldnt hurt.

"Well, well, well.. A misbehaving brat, hm? I know what will fix that behavior quickly." Dottore smiled once more, moving his hands to your side to try and tickle you. That was the start of a nearly twenty minute tickle battle between the two of you.

Dottore finally admitted defeat and was sat in the corner he originally put you in. He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting slightly.

"Im the adult here. Why do I have to sit in the corner?" He questioned, leaning against the wall slightly. You yawned and babbled something in response to him, but it was all gibberish to the man. He sighed and pulled you close to himself, settling you on his lap.

"Youre yawning so that must mean youre tired, right? How about we play a quieter game that ends in you falling asleep, hm?" Dottore suggested as he moved some hair out of your face. You perked up, reaching into your bag and pulling out a simple story book.

Dottore furrowed his brows under his mask for a moment. He didnt want to read a childrens book, but the pleading look on your fave made him cave.

"Give it here-" He grumbled before opening the front cover. You had shifted a bit, holding your stuffed animal and being covered in your blanket nicely. Dottore made sure to support your body with one arm as he held the book with his other.

"Once upon a time..." The man began to read the story aloud to you, his voice quieting slightly. He felt you starting to relax in his embrace, getting comfortable for your nap. He had no more than finished the story before realizing you fell asleep.

"Well that didnt take long." Dottore mumbled, trying to speak softly to make sure he didnt wake you up. He adjusted the two of you a bit, leaning comfortably against the wall with you all snuggled up in his lap. It wasnt long before he found himself dreaming alongside you.

Pantalone came back into Dottores lab after the meeting, expecting to be met with chaos and tears. The man was worried that Dottore would end up being a bad babysitter or that you couldve gotten into something. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the two of you cuddling, but was a bit confused as to why you were cuddling in a corner.

You sat in Dottores lap, playing with one of your toys as he was still fast asleep. Your naps were quick and easy, so it wasnt surprising to see you were awake after only about an hour of sleeping.

"Well, look at that. You wore poor Dottore out, didnt you sweetheart?" Pantlone chuckled as he reached down to pick you up. He cradled you in his arms, planting a small kiss on the crown of your head.

You looked back down at Dottore, thinking for a moment before trying to throw down your blanket to him. Pantalone saw your efforts and smiled.

"Should we tuck him in so he can finish his nap?" He asked as he set you back down so you could cover him up. You pulled the blanket up further on him, up to his shoulders, before tucking your stuffed animal in with him.

"Such a thoughtful little dear." Pantalone praised, gently ruffling your hair.

#sfw interaction only #genshin agere #agere genshin #agere sfw #sfw agere #i didnt proof read this ¯\_(-w-)_/¯#�� anon

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terraliensvent · 7 months

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I’m sorry put the op was right about them being human beings with thoughts and feelings. Did it come off to strong? Yes. But the fact you have to put the glaring issue of they can’t take criticism as your stance isn’t even a viable way of proving your point as there have been clear efforts to change things in the community as of recently. Now that Temul is in charge of the group!

Not saying the fair of amount of criticism isn’t justified. In fact there is always room for improvement and it should be heavily encouraged.

But shouldn’t mods be people you trust? Not total strangers? but active community members who become good acquaintances with staff? No seriously. I’ve been spectating the server since July of last year and half of those people didn’t even know each-other til they met on the server. Some of them aren’t even friends til being asked to join. And so what if they’re friends? That means they’re a trustworthy candidate that can be vouched for.

It’s actually insane how people will just assume the worst out of a situation without any definitive answers but purely based on their pre-decided judgement of others. Which is a huge issue right now especially with cancel culture.

I can’t even begin to explain how entitled half the people in closed species communities are because half of the problems stem from the people themselves. Now this is a vent blog and it’s meant for voices to be heard. That much is obvious. All you need to know is change doesn’t happen within a week. It takes months so don’t assume the worst in situations or you’re gonna stay bitter in these communities when you eventually quit.

Stay safe and touch grass 👍

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i feel like youre neglecting to acknowledge the full range of points i made in my last response.

yes, theres change happening within the past 2 months, but theres also things to have gripes about. im glad things are seeming to move toward getting better, but at the same time that shouldnt deflect from the fact there are still things to be worked on

i understand theres the big rework happening right now with stuff, but for transparency’s sake im not going to give points for things that arent completed. you can say youre working on things, but until i can physically see them and be able to make a judgement on the effectiveness of implemented changes, im not going to comment on them because i dont want to have to retroactively edit my perspective.

also, “mods are making changes” and “mods cant take criticism” arent mutually exclusive. the changes being made currently are a result of the work getting too hard for them with design approvals because they were SO nitpicky and people actually started to complain on a large scale. but as seen in the suggestion forums, not a lot of suggestions seem to be really introspected on. ive seen so many solid ideas that work for other large species just be totally tossed out because “its too much work for mods” but yet when more mods are hired, they dont seem to be doing really any work.

which brings me to my next point, i said in the last post i would have been more forgiving about all the mods being in the same clique if it werent for the fact that the new mods never seem to be doing anything besides promoting commissions. quality of life improvements are constantly denied because the workload is “just so difficult” but then you never actually see evidence of extra hands being used to make big change. again, if you keep adding people do the mod team it should not be taking weeks to get a MYO design approved.

im gonna barely entertain the last bit of your ask simply because it comes off as intensely patronizing to me. are we really talking about cancel culture when the issue at hand is “terra staff are bad at taking criticism?” it comes off as very much “holier than thou” mentality when you call others entitled for daring to say they dont like the way things are run. change takes months, yeah, but thats when you actually DECIDE to change and not shrug it off because “work hard :(“ dont put yourself on a pedestal just because youre more dismissive of things than others

#closed species vent #terralien #closed species #terraliens #vent

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 3 years

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Nanami takes you to office potlucks. He knows your cooking will BLOW people's minds. (there's also no other way he'd be able to keep himself composed in an office party which he isn't getting paid to attend)

And you dress so pretty, coordinating with Nanami's fit. He has his arm around your waist the entire time and an uncharacteristic smile (he's blessing his colleagues w his smile,sheeeesshhh)

He thinks you're so amazing, that maybe bringing you here was a mistake cuz they get to bask in your presence for free! 😤 He'd charge them if he could

He prolly won't eat anything that you didn't bring. Nanaminletsjustgohometheennn

But he secretly enjoys showing you off. Like "Yes, look. Look at her. Look who I have in my arms. She's mine. Amazing, wonderful, talented, spectacular, brilliant-"

K. We getchu NANAMINN

Might puff his chest when anyone asks for your recipe or compliments you in any way.

(gives you a bath and 👀 extra attention when you go home. 10/10 would repeat all the compliments you got or how many people stared w jealousy. Maybe he's seeing things but he thinks they all should be jealous for not having you!!)

ANON YOU GOT ME THINKINGGGGGGGG

Gotta put this under a cut bc it's gonna get so long sksksk

OMG BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE??????

Just being Nanami's cute little wife that he brings along to an office party bc he refuses to go alone 🥺💕

He has to go bc it's mandatory but he's SOOOOO not into the idea

BUT of course he's gonna go bc it's his job and he needs to keep it if he wants to be able to support you

So he drags you along with him to this dumbass party and hopefully having you there will make the night better

He tells you to go on a shopping spree the day of so you can get all gussied up for this stupid party

And of course you do and you look 💫stunning💫 and he is breathless the minute he gets home and sees your pretty dress and hair and makeup and nails and AAAAAA

He's so tempted to skip the party and take you on a date instead but you already made a dish for the party and he needs to go soooo 🤷‍♀️

You go to the party and he keeps you at his side the whole night (he doesn't trust any of the single men that work in his office)

The two of you keep to yourselves unless someone comes up to say hi, and when that happens Nanami does not hold back

You are literally a trophy wife in these moments, he is showing you off and bragging about your accomplishments and how incredible you are and won't shut up until you tell him to knock it off you dont put it like that but that's pretty much what you're saying sksksk

He cant help it tho! You're so pretty and wonderful and perfect and he needs everyone to know that

The party is soooo boring and Nanami hates it but you make it worth attending (and he knows his coworkers feel the same bc they keep staring at you and who can blame them when you look so ravishing)

Don't think he doesn't notice how their hands linger in yours when they greet you or how their eyes roam when he brags about you

A part of him is a tad bit jealous but let's be honest, he's so fucking proud and giddy that he has the most beautiful woman in the room by his side

OH MY GOSH AND WHEN PPL START COMPLIMENTING YOUR COOKING AND OUT FIT HE JUST!!!!!!!! He has to bite back a shit eating grin bc he is just over the moon that ppl recognize how incredible you are

No but he gets so excited when other spouses ask for your recipe bc he knows how hard you work in the kitchen and he's so happy to see that hard work pay off 🥺 lowkey he thinks you're insecure about your cooking compared to his so he knows this is a real confidence booster for you

He begrudgingly stays for a couple hours before he finally gets fed up and is ready to leave

Luckily you pick up on his annoyed aura and kindly excuse yourselves and go home 😊💕

OOOO AND WHEN YALL GET HOME??? Nanami spoils the SHIT outta you!

Bathbomb, scented candles, charcuterie board, the whole nine yards for his beautiful incredible wife that makes his life worth living 💕

Will give you a massage and rub lotion on your skin once you get out of the tub and repeat all the compliments you got that night, letting you know how proud of you he is

The kinda freak who will repeat those same compliments while he's fucking you, telling you over and over how wonderful of a wife you are

Probably fucks you for a good two hours bc he just can't get over how lucky he is to have scored such a perfect little wife like you 💕

In short: im so fucking mad that i can't be Nanami's trophy wife bc it would be so fucking wonderful ✌😔

#ask #nanami kento #favorite #smut #☀️ asks #☀️ favs

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shotosprincess · 4 years

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♡ dating the bnha boys — hcs

｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

➪ shoto todoroki

pls you’ve prolly been terrified of him for a while prior bc of how ?? talented ?? the mf is ??

but mans prolly saved you at some point and there was this lingering stare you two shared before he left you at recovery girls’ office; were you reading too far into things ?

spoiler alert: you weren’t.

anYWAYS-

he’s the kind of boyfriend to tenderly brush your hair for you and attempt to learn how to tie and braid your hair up in cute ,, simple designs !!

he’d always be ready with little things you’re constantly forgetting; extra snacks,, water,, a fully charged portable charger ,, trust me when i say that man is pREPARED- after all ,, he needs to be ready with everything to take care of his little sweetheart ,, does he not ?

ONLY TWO POINTS IN AND IM ALREADY CRYING BC I LOVE HIM SM BYE BYE BYE

at some point he’d find you sitting on the roof by yourself late at night,, only to stay with you and let you fall asleep on his chest as he drapes a blanket over you and heats it up a lil with his quirk

OKAY YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THAT MAN WOULDNT HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES AND WOULD SOMETIMES EVEN GET LOWKEYHIGHKEY KINDA SAD WHEN YOU DONT LET HIM

prolly bc he just wants to prove to you that he can be useful

pls just let the man know he’s useful and important he never shows it directly but he needs the reassurance—

he’d give you a warm massage w his quirk whenever you’re in pain :”)

HIDES AND PROTECTS YOU FROM MINETA BC HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WHAT THAT LITTLE SHIT FANTASIZES ABOUT

loves heating//cooling things for you ,, like instant noodles or ice packs !!

surprises you w jewelry that have his initials on them !!

GIVES THE BEST CUDDLES I SWEAR

would hold an umbrella for u while you loop your arm into his as the two of you walk home through the light rain :”)

cries into your chest sometimes after youve fallen asleep bc it’s late nights like these when he reflects on just how lucky of a guy he is to have you— it’s hard for him to articulate it directly ,, but when he does fully open up to you ab it ,, you end up crying too .

WOULD 110% MAKE THE TWO OF YOU YOUR OWN PERSONAL LIL ICE RINK AND TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATE // DO FUN FIGURE SKATING DUOS WITH YOU

➪ katsuki bakugou

prolly got with you initially bc of a dare ( and he nEVER passes up a dare ) ,, but eventually those feelings started to become real and honestly ? it kinda scared the shit outta him . he didn’t know why ,, but for some reason he didnt actually want to leave .

OKAY LARA JEAN AND PETER MF KAVINSKY TYPE BEAT ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ HIT US WITH THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TO REAL RELATIONSHIP TROPE YESYESYES

teasingly-mean nicknames = his love language . enough said .

AGGRESSIVE !! KISSES !! ALL !! THE DAMN !! TIME !!

makes you wear his hoodie whenever you show even the sLIGHTEST hint at being cold

he just rly wants to see you in his clothes

he’s so clueless on how to do this whole boyfriend thing ,, but he’s definitely trying bc it’s for you :”)

watches and tries so desperately to copy all the cute couples in the movies you guys watch together

“ roses...do you want roses ? “ “ what ? “ “ the guy in the movie gave her roses...do you want roses too ? “

but at the end of the day you just appreciate him for who he is and that’s more than enough for you :”)

PLS DENKI AND KIRI ARE CONSTANTLY SHOCKED AT HOW MUCH HE’S TRYING FOR YOU

will take any and every opportunity to show off his strength and quirk to you <3

now we all know this man gets jealous hella easily ,, and its no different w relationships :”) he’d constantly make it a point to hold you extra close to him in public ,, show you off on social media and call you by a nickname//petname whenever possible just to reiterate to ppl the fact that you’re his and he’s yours

WOULD LET YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO HIS EYELINER AT 2AM PURELY BC YOU GOT BORED

pls i could rly see myself doing that i wont lie

honestly sometimes he forgets himself and his temper gets a little out of hand ,, but the second he sees his feral reflection in your fearful eyes,, he pulls you to his chest and apologizes profusely :”))

➪ denki kaminari

MF PROLLY GOT WITH YOU BC OF A RIGGED GAME OF SPIN THE BOTTLE AT MINA’S PLACE I CANNOT SEE ANYTH HAPPENING OTHERWISE

one tiny kiss turned into two ,, which turned into three ,, and before you knew it ,, the both of you were spilling out the pent up feelings you had for one another all this time—

mina never shuts up ab it ,, she’s so proud of her matchmaking skills

when the power goes out during a storm ,, he holds onto you tight and plays w your hair as he uses his quirk to turn things back on ,,, “ shhh it’s ok,, i’m here “

will do anything and everything to make you smile <3

he has a lil album in his camera roll with all his favourite pictures of you ,, which is practically just all of them tbh ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

HE LOVES SHOWING YOU OFF IN THE MOST WHOLESOME WAY POSSIBLE !!

super energetic n bubbly but at the end of your dates he passes out right away in your arms

you make sure to wrap him up in blankets and give him an overload of kisses after he’s rly asleep though

will work embarrassingly hard to win you stuffed animals at the fair !! it doesn’t always work ,, but it’s cute nontheless <3

some of the staff and children at the fairs get pissed off but oh well ,,, what you do for love

pls he prolly makes you lil bento boxes for lunch every now and then ( ESPECIALLY DURING EXAM WEEK ) w tiny notes and designs taped on them

constantly calls you “ shawty “ lowkey un ironically and dice rolls in ur direction whenever he sees you ,,, you just end up laughing and playfully punching him

I JUST KNOW HE DOES THE F BOY LIP BITE FACE CONSTANTLY

ITS AN ADDICTION FOR HIM I SWEAR

SUPER CLINGY BUT IN THE CUTEST WAY AAAA

LIL STICKY NOTE LOVE LETTERS FROM HIM IN YOUR LOCKER EVERY !! MF !! DAY !!!

you both agreed that at home cozy netflix dates w microwave popcorn and fuzzy blankets >>> movie theatre dates

110% made a playlist for you at some point when he crushed on you from afar and shared it w you after you started dating

he made a collaborative playlist for yall AND multiple playlists of songs that remind him of you afterwards

pls i just kNOW this man’s love language is making playlists

theyre prolly all categorized by mood or smth too w the cutest covers ever pls

➪ ejirou kirishima

you initially met him bc he was hella upset and alone this one time and you were the only one to notice and be there for him bc he ran away from everyone else to hide the “ uNmanLy “ tears :”))

takes you w him on his lil gym visits ,, hypes you up with every little thing u accomplish !!

constantly teasing bakugou with how he’s able to pull you and how lucky he is to have you

bakugou gets hella annoyed most of the time and just blasts him away-

idk bro i just feel like kiri prolly calls you “ adorable “ alot i wont lie-

LOVES HAND HOLDING,, takes any opportunity to hold ur hand and trace lil casual patterns across your knuckles w his thumb

sometimes he’ll even draw lil hearts on your hand

play fighting but sometimes the two of you get too carried away and he actually loses half of the time-

LATE NIGHT GAME NIGHTS WITH HIM AND THE BAKUSQUAD,, he loves being on the team against you so he can get all competitive

OK HEAR ME OUT;;;; DANCE BATTLES W HIM AS YOUR PARTNER AGAINST RANDOM PPL AT PARTIES

mans gets hella insecure ab himself sometimes ,, so he loves doing lil things for you !! opening a can ,, pulling the blanket over you ,, zipping up your jacket <33

STOP WAIT THATS SO CUTE BYE I WANT THAT

lets you dye his hair—THATS HOW MUCH HE TRUSTS YOU BYE

pls yall prolly aggressively play wii sports and just dance against one another on a regular basis;; it’s literally your thing and you cannot tell me otherwise ahjdjfj

pls i just KNOW this man’s an overly passionate wii player

will wrap his arms around your waist and hug u from behind as you make breakfast

WOULD WEAR MATCHING EARRINGS W YOU IF ITS FOR YOU

slow dances in the living room at midnight w you !!

eventually as you spent more time together ,,, you were able to change his idea of “ manliness “ ,, and he was able to realize that manliness is not equivalent to stoicism and that expressing ur feelings is still totally manly and totally valid !! <33

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qiuwen · 3 years

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genshin as chemistry (mond ver.)

a/n: i didn't do all of them because i have no more brain cells and is simply so dead i wanna sleep // abt 470 words! not proofread

cw: one (1) swearword in fischl's part, otherwise none applicable

Diluc- Proton. Silently carries out his work, has a perpetual rivalry with kaeya (electron), a key factor of the atom (mondstat). Has a positive attraction (pyro vision), both are INTJ 1w9. Likely to be commonly ignored and labeled as “doormat”.

Kaeya- Electron. Bastards. Negative charge (cryo vision), hates protons but is ironically stuck with them. Flexible as to where they belong and is quick to adapt to new situations. Will kick you for absolutely no reason.

Albedo- Neutron. Grey area, sketchy, will look at you with a straight face and say “i simply do not care.” Has a steady charge because he does not have any, will wake up at three am to ask “how does spongebob pee” and “how much poison is required to knock out an elephant” and end up on the fbi watchlist. Typing (writing) nearly every word wrong when googling (note-taking) and waking up the next day to a detailed explanation of why “guidfd > yuiyik”.

Venti- Helium. Light, invisible, mischievous, submissive and breedable. Is air (anemo vision), will mess your hair up on the one day you need it to be nice. Will attack the last page of your essay on the day of the deadline and whisk it away to the netherlands. Is friends with electrons, scared of protons, likes cake, hates math, and don't touch grass.

Jean- Pearl. Pretty, shiny, overworked, treasured amongst all. Is a gift to us bastards, we don't deserve her. The ultimate. Can attack, heal, and defend at the same time. Is such a mom. Worships Helium, does not know her workload was supposed to be theirs. Will trust you if you tell her that bananas are not supposed to be yellow, genuinely nice.

Eula- Antimatter. Different. Sexy. Anomaly. Scientists hate her because they dont know what is going on in her brain. Rare, not much antimatter exists and so is Eula. Both are so extra in the best way possible, insanely detached from the human era.

Mona- Dark Matter. Filled with curiosity and has a heart of gold. But is probably broke so will carve heart out and sell it. Intelligent and dumb at the same time, blind to the human eye, as in we can see her but choose to ignore it because we dont believe such an absurd thing can happen.

Fischl- Lapis Lazuli. What do you mean i went to pdb and put “elements and matter infp” and chose this because of the fancy name? What? That's bullshit. Associated with royalty this miraculous stone can only be too fitting for our very own prinzessin der verurteilung.

Amber- Fluorine. Fluorine is critical for the production of nuclear material for nuclear power plants.

Lisa- Plutonium. Is used to make nuclear weapons.

Klee- bomb.

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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// loki spoilers

This is basically a huge infodump on my thoughts about the first episode, because I doubt y’all want to sift through my trauma-ridden ramblings. I’ll make another post for the rest. This is just everything not related to the IW stuff/my reaction to that. It’s general thoughts, theories, musings.

1. When Loki gets first taken into the TVA. Is that Peggy Carter in the background? Others have suggested it might be. What would that mean??? Will we see the TVA fix the mess the Russos made with Steve/Peggy (not likely) or is it just a lookalike? Who knows..

2. A skrull at the main intake desk! Idk not super relevant just interesting!

3. I’m kind of glad they changed the... uncomfortable scene... with the robot burning his clothes off. He gets more time to react to seeing the machine itself, and he seems more shocked (”Now.. H-hang on just a minute.”) than angry (”Now hang on just a minute!”) i still feel.. horrible for him, i’m glad nobody Saw him and that the machine didn’t grab the clothes off, but still. Ehhh.. uncomfortable.

He is beautiful though, don’t get me wrong - I’d just prefer a shirtless Loki scene where he wants to be shirtless? let him do what he wants with his body?? he’s probably felt so out of control of his body, from being jotun to falling through space that any invasion of privacy like that hits extra deep...

That being said, I recognize the utility of the scene for the narrative - his lack of control, his literally being stripped of what he was before.

4. WHO IS THE MAN WITH THE CAT. What is his name. I love that he has a mug with his cat on it. But I want to know more. Who is he?

4.1 WHY DIDNT YOU LET LOKI PET THE CAT Please,,, I am begging you,,, let loki pet the cat and have something react kindly to him and purr all happily at his scratching behind their ears plea s e

5. The info sheet. Now this is just a little nitpicky tidbit, but in a previous promo they listed Loki’s height as 6′4 ft and weight as 525 lbs. This is taken directly from the comics if I’m not mistaken. However, in the actual show he’s listed as 6′2 (Tom’s height and Loki’s presumed height) but I don’t remember if his weight is the same. Is Loki 6′2? 6′4? please let me know i want to know how smol i am in comparison

6. His little aggressive shaking of the ticket at the guard makes me giggle each time.

7. The fact the turnstile hits so low on him reminds me,, I am short compared to him. Those things hit my stomach/waist. That one hit his legs. I am once again asking Loki to pick me up.

8. The cartoon with Miss Minutes introducing the TVA is wonderful, I love the art style especially. But it raises questions about Variants... I guess Variants can just, pop out of nowhere? Any action could be the wrong one? And then once you commit the wrong action you either get returned or pruned? Yikes??? And THIS ties into another thing later!

9. The trial scene. I have a hunch - a feeling, a suspicion. That one of three things may be true.

A. The Time-Keepers never actually existed. They’re fabricated, and now whoever runs the TVA is actually using the excuse of “The Time-Keepers decree it so!!!” to carry out whatever They think is right. The fact we haven’t seen the Time-Keepers makes me.. suspicious...

B. The Time-Keepers existed, but they have since passed on, however that may have happened. Now someone is doing the same as above, using the excuse of the Time-Keepers apparent dictations to run things.

C. The Time-Keepers do exist, and do run the timeline/TVA, but maybe they’re not infallible? Maybe the TVA info video is lying or incomplete in some way? Idk I just feel like, something about the TVA and how they run things has to be wrong. It has to? Something is off. Again, this will tie into another thought later...

I have no idea if any of these are actually true! But Loki’s questions of “Who’s in charge here? What do they do? What do you do?” punctuated by laughter leads me to believe he’s suspecting something too, or perhaps just trying to figure this mess out.

10. Seiðr/Magic. We see in this scene, Loki’s magic (”powers”) don’t work in the TVA. (and a quick side note, did he have to Flex like that? do you have to make me see Loki’s bare arms Flex like that? be still my heart. anyway please get that collar off of him and let him rest for five minutes) This makes me wonder.. Why isn’t Loki in his Jotun form? His pale skin and blue eyes are decided by magic, are they not? I suppose this is 2012, so perhaps Odin’s magic is keeping Loki looking like that. But if magic doesn’t work in the TVA, why would his spell reach so far? Clearly Loki’s magic isn’t what’s doing it. How is Loki not appearing as a Jotun? Is his Jotun form repressed - is pale skin his default now, rather than something hidden by magic? I need answers!

11. he sounds so scared about being “reset” please dont hurt him,,

12. cALLING LOKI A PUSSYCAT? (lokitty confirmed) I think Mobius was goading him (Mobius strikes me.. As extremely clever. He’s trying to push Loki’s buttons to see who he’s dealing with. At least, I hope so. Because if he really meant that “You were born to cause pain and suffering and death... All so that others can achieve the best versions of themselves.” and that line about killing Frigga??? No no no he is not guilty. He had no way of knowing what would happen. It wasn’t right to send Algrim up to Asgard (i think algrim wouldve found the way up anyway) but there was no intent to hurt Frigga. I really hope you’re trying to goad him, Mobius, because if you believe that I trust you much less. anyway i digress) but wow is he pushing Loki’s buttons a lot. I can’t... Blame him entirely, I understand he’s trying to make sure Loki’s on his side, maybe I’m just too soft for Loki idk. But some of that was very cruel to say. /:

12.1 AND ANOTHER THING ABOUT MOBIUS. That scene with the girl in the church?? Did that little girl kill the men? Is that young Sylvie? Or is she using an illusion to make herself look young and innocent? What’s going on!!!!

13. LOKI SNATCHING THE LITTLE TIME-TWISTER DEVICE AND STOWING IT IN HIS POCKET.... POCKET....... sorry sometimes i get so caught up about loki that i just say random words in between little noises and squeals,,, i am a silly thing

14. CASEY. CASEY??? That whole exchange is funny. Poor Loki, just trying to intimidate this guy so he can escape but - Casey doesn’t know what a fish is. to be fair.... thor doesn’t seem to know what a raccoon is... right?

15. That bit with the infinity stones is kind of funny until you realize

A. Natasha died for a paperweight

B. Tony died from paperweights

C. Loki was tortured for paperweights

D. Oh, and Gamora died for a paperweight too. And Vision. Need I go on?

Then it becomes less of exclusively “haha funny” and now it’s a mix of funny and pain and gosh, is that a good way to sum up being a Marvel/Loki fan sometimes...

16. Loki gazing at the timeline all “Is this the most powerful thing in the universe?” or something, i’m sorry i don’t remember exactly... made me think of a meme and i shall make it presently.

17. I love that Loki got to see examples of how his family loves him but the fact he’s all “I can’t go back.” really just breaks me. It’s like he can finally see they love him after all of this mess, and now he doesn’t have the chance. Please, please let him be happy. Give him some relief. This is the Loki that just came off finding out about being Jotun, falling from the Bifrost, encountering Thanos, attacking Earth, facing defeat, and now he’s being thrashed around in this wild place and has just found out he inadvertently caused Frigga’s death (he did not kill her: his actions, by mistake, lead to her murder, let me be very clear) AND Odin will die AND all the rest... And he wants to be with them.

18. Loki’s reaction to Thor suggesting the hug makes me soft. Please I want to hug this little mischief man so so so bad-

19. Skipping over the iw parts! That’s for another post because this one will be grossly long anyway.

20. “I don’t enjoy hurting people.” and “It's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear. A desperate play for control.” was all so, so validating. I’ve been trying to argue on Loki’s behalf for almost a solid decade. Seeing the show recognize that Loki’s not all just violence and hurting for “fun”, that he’s not unhinged and bloodthirsty.. Is so nice. It’s just so, so comforting. and it gives me hope for future episodes that they won’t go the route of “oh haha loki bullied and mistreated and stabbed thor for years!!! :)” loki cries during basically every fight with Thor and you want me to believe he stabs Thor for fun? absolutely not.

21. Theory.. Just another hunch.. So we know a fugitive variant, aka Loki, is running amok. Refer back to 8 and 9.C. What if the Time-Keepers never actually fixed the timeline into a single timeline? What if there are other timelines, and these different Loki variants have hopped over to the current one? Or, maybe the Time-Keepers did fix the timeline into a single one, and these Lokis are remnants from that huge time-war at the beginning? Time runs differently in relative spaces, they may have Just Left that war from their perspective!

I say Lokis and not Loki because we’re pretty sure there’s Female/Lady Loki, Old Man/King Loki, and possibly Young/Kid Loki. That’s at least three. From the peeks of Asgard and NYC we’ve seen from the trailers, I think we’re also getting an Asgardian King!Loki and Midgardian King/Vote!Loki. (unless our dearest variant is hopping into timelines and situating into them, but I doubt Mobius would let that happen..?) That’s five.

To further support this, keep in mind, I believe recently six (i think 6 regular and 6 rare...) different funko pops were announced for the series? I’m not sure if they’re in addition to the Loki and Mobius already released. If they are, there’s enough room for each Loki and maybe a TVA agent. One of the pops is supposed to have a buddy/companion I think? Maybe they’re making the cat guy into one, or maybe there’s something else (Throg, anyone?).

22. That is totally Lady Loki/Sylvie at the end by the way. Has to be. But why does she want the reset devices? Why did she snatch that TVA Hunter? Again, WHAT’S GOING ON

ANYWAY this was a very long post if you made it this far, I commend you.

#no proofread only post #long posts about loki #loki #loki series #loki spoilers #sigyn says WORDS #SPOILER HEAVY

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the-bjd-community-confess · 3 years

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More Divaz confos

Mod: Round two of these, previously: link. There’s some interesting customer reviews in this batch (5 and 8) which may be useful to readers.

1.Vic3mage "the secret bjdivaz vip group is just pictures of boxes coming in and going out". Yeah, between the bitching about d0llshe, asking people to post on doa for them, dunking on ex-customers, posting pics of random doll parts that they can't identify which doll they're supposed to go with, whining about how little money they make, whining when ppl e-mail them, whining. Yeah, other than that it's just boxes, and alpacas u can buy off amazon anyway lol.

~Anonymous

2.The butthurt users crying and guilttripping under every Divaz confession who have never been seen before elsewhere on this blog are extremely unsuspicious and unproblematic and definitely unconnected to Divaz and unbiased in every possible way

~Anonymous

3.idk shit abt bjd1vas but v1cemage i can absolutely tell you the shit about ch0o is 100% accurate, fucker's got a long, long history of being an awful little man that stretches well beyond his involvement in the doll community. between the two i'd still trust bjd1vas over ch00 ch00 the fool any day!

~Anonymous

4.The Z3st and Div4s thing is really silly and both entities were being shady but did they really have to take the DZ waiting room down with them? :( He had even made a separate thread about it......

~Anonymous

5. RE: BJD Divaz

I’ve been a customer of BJD Divaz since they first started, when it was only run by Chart3rline. I even contacted other BJD companies trying to persuade them to work with Divaz as their US representative. Most declined because they didnt like D's commission fee, but I was able to persuade a few of them.

I asked them to purchase a doll off DOA because I couldnt afford the asking price, and while they did, I found out later that instead of agreeing to purchase the seller's price, they negotiated the price to be lower. This significantly cheaper price was not passed down to me. I paid the full price +the commission fee based on that full price. I am disappointed I was not told this. This is when I stopped viewing them as a "friend" and instead, as a business. I dont hold this against them, it’s context to what Im going to say later.

I’ve stopped purchasing from D after my recent order from them. This company usually takes 3 or less months to make a doll. I’ve ordered the doll from D and it took 11 months. They let me know it arrived to them in March and that it will be shipped soon, except it only shipped on July, and only after I sent them several "reminder" emails. Before people in the comments try to put the blame on me for not sending a reminder soon, please keep in mind that I acknowledged the email in March and confirmed everything and they keep stressing to not send them emails because they are busy, I’ve emailed once every month since. I’ve since switched to ACBJD and Ive been happy with communication and the dolls ordered. I imagine ACBJD gets the same amount of emails, but they dont berate their customers if they email more than once.

I regret when people wanted a D0llshe, but not deal with him, I always recommended D. I would warn people of ordering directly and instead go through D. They assured buyers they would be handling communication and all the efforts so they wouldnt worry, except they didn’t. A person that I’ve recommended D to, who surpassed 2 years, keeps messaging me for help because D wouldnt reply to their emails. She is respectful, sweet and a timid person, not a Karen. This person, emailed D without a reply so would email a week later, only to be told that their email would be pushed down to the bottom if emailed again. No response, so she goes to FB and IG, who both tell her to email because they arent the person running orders. Finally got a response that they would get their refund, after D0llshe sends D's payment, but minus the PP fees. 3 months later and theres no refund, only a promise of them getting it later. Why is the customer missing out on fees when they have no doll? Customer emails d0llshe and he says he cant offer refund, because they didn’t order through them, which is understandable, but when all options are out for a customer, do you blame them for chargebacks?

If anyone files a chargeback, D will be blacklisting them from every company they rep, as in blacklisting you from buying direct from those companies. I urge everyone who has negative experiences with D to email the companies they rep instead of venting on confession blogs, and writing your experiences on social media. Make it count and send letters to the companies they represent, and please provide proof because they will try to make you out to be a liar.

Speaking of, they made vague posts on cl0ver singing for charging paypal fees, and that they offer guarantees as an official dealer, except when offering refunds, to non delivered products I might add, they are keeping the fees, and offered no help with d0llshe, even before they ended their dealership with them. Someone on DOA was told to not email them unless the wait time surpassed 1.5 years. They are even so petty that they post screenshots with the full name and address (dox) of the customer on purpose and then delete it out a day later as if they just realized their "mistake".

Before you try to make excuses for them about the fires, keep in mind, I am dealing with a business. The lower price negotiation with the DOA sale, I am in no way obligated to give them a pass or treat them as a friend when they made it clear that our relationship is strictly business. Their issues, are not my issues. D0lk got dragged for not shipping in time, others, including artisans, got dragged for being so late with communication and sending back refunds for cancelled orders. Why does D get to be exempt?

The supporters are the worst part of this, because of instead of being honest so D can improve, they support them for being "real". For example, look how micemage words it, to make it seem like this criticism is from one person, when there are people on addicts who didn’t have good experience. Check the bjd dealers tag here, you will see the supporters in the comments going off on any and all criticism of D. Some have sane comments, but the majority are cult like and try to identify the person venting as if it’s one person. Addicts deletes threads with criticism asking people to instead direct it to their feedback group; which lets be honest, no one is going to do because its "not that bad", and most dont want to join a new group, which is mostly dead.

This is my first and last confession on D, I’ve emailed each company they rep and told them my experience as well as contacting the 3 month wait company, with screenshots of my order, how they handled it, and the excuse they used to put blame on the company for being so late (package arrived march to D, 4 months to be shipped is on D, not the company). I’m not using company or order details because I know they are petty enough to try to identify me and publicly shame me like they have to others. This and the threat of suing is why not many people like to go public with their experience. They just keep feedback neutral, move on and never deal with again.

~Anonymous

6. Listen, I can't take you seriously in regards to BJD!vas because you're posting on a confession blog. If you were serious, you would have posted in buyer beware groups, DoA reviews or the board to get things resolved, or you would have made a complaint to the BBB. And your language makes you come off more as someone with an agenda rather than someone who is trying to warn people. If shipping is the issue, stop buying with standard shipping and pay the extra price for express shipping. I saw one of you complain that it sat with them for 20 days; that's probably because you're not the only one and they more than likely have a queue to check and then ship out. Do mistakes happen? Yes, because we're human. I've been in this hobby for a few years now and it seems like most people know you're going to have to wait, sometimes even outside the expected wait time. And shipping something as big as a doll is a timely endeavor. I shouldn't have to say that.

My point is simply to stop complaining on an confession board and either take it to the places previously mentioned. Posting here behind the anonymous mask makes you sound like a petulant child who didn't get their way right away.

~Anonymous

7.My only issue with BJD Divaz is how I never get any updates. Every email, they tell me to join their facebook page for status updates. I dont have a FB and I dont want to create one. I bought my doll through their website, updates should be posted on their website, or they could send me an email. That isnt asking much.

~Anonymous

8. Since there seems to be a lot of either "completely negative everything sucks" or "everything was sunshine and rainbows" confessions about bjd!vaz I thought I'd chime in with a neutral review.

PROS

-They were always polite and professional in their emails, and gave me very detailed answers to my questions.

-I got exactly what I ordered, so no mix ups or missing parts or anything like that.

-I think them being forthcoming about personal issues (only one person on staff, illness, the flooding isue etc.) on social media is good, since it keeps customers updated as to why there might be delays.

-If you live in the US their shipping is very reasonable.

CONS

-Reply times were varied. Sometimes it could take over a week, sometimes a couple hours.

-My order took about 10mo which, when comparing to other people who ordered through the same company around the same time, was about 3x as long as if I bought it direct and 2x as long if I had gone through a different dealer. I get some of the waiting time is out of their control, but it was kind of ridiculous.

-They dont necessarily ship the same day they send you a tracking number. I wish they said something like, "Here's your tracking number, our pickup is Xday so it should start moving after that" just so I could be aware.

All in all no major complaints. I got my doll and all that. Their lone employee is clearly overwhelmed. I hope they hire another person, if only to give the one a break.

Truthfully, I most likely won't buy through them again. I'd rather pay the international shipping and go direct, than deal with the extensive wait time. I'd still recommend them to someone looking for a very long layaway, though. I paid in full, but if I had a 12mo layaway I would've never known they weren't ready to ship my doll until month 10.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #TrueBJDConfessions #BJD Dealers

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ao3bronte · 4 years

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🐞Little Lady Paws🐾

2 | 3 | 4 Ladybug gets into a “hairy” predicament when an akuma capture goes wrong. A collaboration between @ao3bronte and @yamina20-blog 💕

I am a hamster.

I’m a hamster?

I’M A HAMSTER?!

Gnashing her hands—no, her paws—together restlessly, Paris’ leading lady turned stout-bodied rodent tries not to panic. She’s been sitting here patiently on Adrien’s bedspread for twenty minutes and so far, he hasn’t shown up to embarrass her any further. She can’t even imagine what he’s going to say when he sees her like this, tiny and furry and naked, save for the earrings in her ears. One quick look in her reflection confirms what Master Fu has already told her; they’re still in their active form, which means that Tikki is just as trapped in this hamster body as she is.

Seconds turn into minutes and Ladybug eventually gets bored of waiting, prefering to explore the world around her to keep her mind off the inevitable. She clambers up towards his pillows but doesn’t find anything of interest hiding beneath them, which isn’t all that surprising. Just because she hides things under her own pillows doesn’t mean that other people do and Ladybug flops down onto his mattress platform instead to try and find something to amuse herself with.

Which is when she spots it.

An iPad!

Using Adrien’s mattress frame like a firepole, Ladybug slides down the legs of the platform and plops onto her furry bum with a squeak, rubbing it gingerly. This floor is hard! And her paws aren’t nearly as agile as human hands, which makes this next part even more daunting.

Whoa!

This shelving unit looked way smaller when she’d still been on the bed!

The iPad is on the second shelf and somehow, she needs to find a way to get up to it. If she uses his mobile charging cord as a lasso, maybe she can hook the tip of it around the corner of the cabinet and haul herself up like a mountaineer—

“Ladybug?”

The heroine-turned-hamster jolts to a halt, freezing in place. Her heart throbs like a jackhammer in her chest and she flattens herself to the floor instinctively, her eyes blown wide with fright. Adrien immediately looks stricken and runs over, sliding across the floor on his knees to where she’s more or less trying to melt between the whitewashed wooden floorboards.

“Ladybug? Oh my god, are you okay?” Adrien scoops her up with the gentlest of touches, cradling her like the most delicate piece of porcelain in creation, “Chat Noir told me about what happened to you and I promised to take care of you but—oh my god, Ladybug, are you breathing? Oh god, I’ve killed her. I gave her a heart attack and killed her!”

Watching his anxiety mount with every panicked exclamation, Ladybug wills her diaphragm inhale. He scared the living daylights out of her and now they’re both becoming hysterical and this is by far the worst thing that’s ever happened in the entire history of the known universe and nothing in the world could ever be this awful again except it is and it’s happening and—

“Oh thank god, you’re breathing,” Adrien sits back on his haunches with a sigh of relief, throwing his head back, “I thought I killed you!”

Ladybug manages to open and close her mouth several times before uttering a single squeak, her face positively simmering with embarrassment. Adrien doesn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in his own guilt, and promptly clambers to his feet, “I’m going to put you somewhere safe, okay? It’s dangerous, being on the floor where someone could step on you.”

Still thoroughly drowning in her own humiliation, Ladybug doesn’t even protest as he gently deposits her back onto the bed again and begins to pace, “While I was coming home from my photoshoot, I was Googling how to take care of hamsters because I’ve never had a pet before—I mean,” he stops and begins to wave his hands, “You’re not a pet, you’re Ladybug, but you’re shaped like a pet and— oh my god, this is coming out all wrong.”

Adrien takes a deep breath, “Okay. I need to just…calm down. We all need to calm down and focus so we can try and figure this out.”

Watching in a mix of awe and horror, Ladybug realises that Adrien is feeling just as overwhelmed as she is.

“I really want to help you,” he finally says, rubbing furiously at the back of his neck, “But I don’t know how so...here!” Galloping over to his side table, Adrien snatches the very device Ladybug had been trying to lasso and plops it on the bed beside her, “Use the iPad! I’ll, uh...let me just find the memo app.”

Quickly swiping across the screen, a blank page awaits. Ladybug climbs on and quickly rules out using her front paws; her back paws keep hitting the other keys and messing everything up. With a frustrated huff, Ladybug stands on her hind legs and pats her claws on the backspace button until her garbled message is cleared.

hi adrien, she hops back and forth across the sensitive glass, the pads of her tiny paws hitting each key with a satisfying thunk, im so sorry chat did this to you

“What?!” Adrien reels back, panicking once again, “No no! This is fine. This is great! It’s no problem, watching over you. No no, I’m the one who should be sorry! I almost gave you a heart attack!”

Ladybug glances up at his cherry stained cheeks before tapping the enter button and continuing onto the next line, this is my fault i never should have got hit

“But you did,” Adrien fiddles with his hands, his fingers practically twitching with the need to be useful, “And we’re going to figure this out. Chat Noir said he’s going to come by when Le Papillon makes another akuma and pick you up. He’s hoping the next one will be useful and maybe you’ll be able to turn back!”

Ladybug can’t deny that Adrien’s earnestness is infectious, i hope so

“I know so,” he assures her, blinding her with one of his one-hundred watt grin, “You can count on Chat Noir. He’d do anything for you! He’s probably out there right now, looking for an answer!”

Running the tips of her claws through the fur on her forearms, Ladybug’s lips begin to curve up at the edges as she types, i trust him to help me

“You do?”

Consumed with her tap dance along the keyboard, Ladybug completely misses the flush on his features, i do but dont tell him i said that

Adrien dips his head to the side and Ladybug’s knees quake at the sight, “How come? He would love to know that you trust him!”

he knows, Ladybug has to look away just to get a hold of herself, but if i tell him his head will get too big

Adrien begins to snicker and sits down alongside her, “I guess you’re kind of right. He probably loves getting compliments from you."

Ladybug doesn't bother typing out her answer, instead offering him an enormous nod; Chat Noir is and always has been a sucker for kind words.

Glancing towards the darkening sky, Adrien's traitorous stomach begins to rumble, "Nathalie is going to call me down for dinner soon. What should I bring back for you?"

Ladybug shrugs, honestly stumped, what do hamsters eat

“Good question,” Adrien scoots beside her and Ladybug’s heart leaps into her chest at the proximity, “Let’s Google it! Here,” Adrien gently lifts Ladybug up by the waist and sets her on his knee as he picks up the tablet with his other hand, propping it up in front of them for both of them to see. “Seeds, nuts, fruits and vegetables. That should be easy enough to smuggle back up into my bedroom.”

Ladybug turns her attention away from the tablet and gazes back up at Adrien, marvelling at just how huge he is for a moment. Everything is so much bigger when you’re a hamster — she gets that — but it doesn’t really click until you’re unwillingly forced to become one at the hands of an evil mastermind bent on terrorizing Paris.

“Uh, Ladybug? Are you okay?” Adrien’s enormous hand curls around her body and Ladybug desperately hopes he can’t feel her heart hammering through all of her silky fur, “You’re kind of zoning out on me.”

Squeaking a stammering apology, Ladybug tries and fails to gather her composure. And how can she? Adrien has his huge, warm hand wrapped around her body and she’s practically shaking with nervous energy, every synapse overwhelmed with the giddy excitement of being in love. This is both the best and worst day of her life and for what it’s worth, she’ll have to remember to bring Chat some extra pastries as a thank you once she’s back to her regular size.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I don’t want to leave you on your own if you’re not,” Adrien says and Ladybug melts at the concern in his voice. How did he come to be so unconditionally kind? And thoughtful? And so extremely good looking?

He must sense the way her tension drains from her body and he sighs in relief, gracing her again with his beautiful smile, “Alright, I’m going to leave you on the bed, okay? And you can watch or do whatever you want with my iPad. Mi casa es su casa, right?” he laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck, “Anyway, I won’t be long and when I come back, I’ll bring you something to eat and maybe we can watch a movie together? Would you like that?”

Ladybug nods, folding and refolding her little paws as she imagines the two of them watching a movie together. What would they watch? Would she sit beside him? Would he let her sit on his knee again?

“Perfect!” Adrien practically vibrates, setting Ladybug back down on his bedspread beside the iPad, “I’ll be back, Ladybug. See you soon!”

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #ladybug #ML fanart #hamster

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angelcorebabyowo · 4 years

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Can I have a ride home, I'm at a party and I dont know anyone...

Paring: RemRom

Words: 2771

Chapters:1[or 2]/ ???

Warnings: cursing, somewhat unsympathetic light sides from how you look at it,

oman knew this was a bad idea, he knew going to this dance was a bad idea, he knew that his friends would most likely stand him up, trust me he did. What he didn't expect was to be sitting on the gym bleacher gently crying his eyes out. He didn't expect his brand new dress to be ripped or the heel of his heels to just tear off because he fell. Despite his shaking so much he mages to get his phone and call up his brother, one of the only people he cares about anymore and puts the phone up to his ears begging for someone to answer. Tears had started flowing more freely now, no control to him, and had started full-on sobbing.

"You've reached the trash can! Leave a message after the beep!" was all that came from the other line and Roman almost threw his phone. He tried one more time and it finally worked and he nearly jumped when it worked. The sound of Remus' voice put a smile on his face despite the circumstance.

"Hey whats u- wait, are you crying?" The voice on the other line was hoarse and sounded as if they just chugged a gallon of those drink packets. Just like Remus. He had stayed home seeing as he had gotten expelled earlier in the year for beating up one of the kids who picked on roman and sent them to the hospital, he was lucky that no charges had been pressed, although it was bad enough the school board hadn't wanted him to come back unless he pulled that stunt again.

"They stood me up!" Roman cries and tries to form a ball but the bleachers hadn't given much room to so much as move another inch, "Told me I was too annoying to hang out with them anymore!" he knew it sounded childish but that was the exact wording, and he wasnt about to back down.

"Who do they think they are!" both of them said at the same time, although, Remus sounded angrier than Roman. Roman made a sound that sounded a bit like a whimper at the tone, he never did like it.

"Look, I'm in the middle of something right now, and by that I mean I just woke up. I'll pick you up in a few minutes. Do you want me to stay on the line, or will you be alright?" Remus asks his tone of voice nearly completely changing after he heard Roman's reaction to it before. He might have been an asshole but not enough to fully harm his brother during their weakest point, he would never swoop that low.

"Can you um..Can you stay on the phone?" Roman wasn't crying anymore but he was still sniffling up a storm and it was apparent with every word. He had a small problem with being alone when he was in the state. He knew he couldn't do anything but it still made him beyond uncomfortable to be alone.

"Alright then, go and wash your face off to get all the snot off of it" Remus exclaims, Roman could hear him getting up and his bones popping in the prosses, "You're a messy crier"

Roman does just that well at least walks to the bathroom, wincing and hissing as he walked to the bathroom, he refused to take his shoes off so every step was painful and he nearly started crying again.

"What's the damage? I hear you hissing, sound like Dee" He heard Remus ask him, it was muffled due to the phone not being directly on his ear and more on his shoulder. Dee, Or Jauns Lawrenson, was their mutual friend who had graduated last year and was currently going to Law school or something like that. Neither of them paid enough attention to their friend's career to tell anyone about it.

"My shoe broke and my dress has a gnarly rip in it, luckily the dress looks pre-ripped, can't say the same for the shoes." Roman practically growls annoyed that his favourite outfit was remotely ruined."Stop laughing! It's not funny! It's not fucking funny!" He practically shouts as he gets into the unisex bathroom and locks the door. Luckily there was only one stall so it wasn't like anyone would barge in on him or yell at him for being too loud.

He slowly sets the phone down on the sink and moves to turn the water on, his movements were slow as if he didn't know if he wanted to turn the handle. In all honesty, he didn't want to, he didn't want to hear the noise of it right now, but looking in the mirror at his face he knew he needed to do it. His eyeliner had smeared and his mascara had dripped down to his cheeks and with how much he's rubbed them it was smugged in more places than one on his face.

"It's alright, look I'll tell you a trick that helps me. Paper towels. Get them as wet as you can and then turn the water off when it's as full as it can be, that way the water isn't on for that long and the struggle of everything isn't as bad as it would be!" Remus says cheerfully. Roman could hear the car door close and the engine start. "Want me to pick up Dee? I doubt he'd mind if so!"

He'd never be more relived for Remus to get behind the wheel, and the thought of Dee being there sounded beyond amazing, but it was always just a little too loud with all three of them in the car."No! Just you is enough, hurry up, would you? All the lights are hurting my head, I'll meet you out front"

"I'm also bringing you some pyjamas so that you don't freeze to death tonight. Love you, I'll see you soon" Remus says quickly before hanging up the phone. He had said it so many times in the past, the simple phrase 'I love you' although, it sounded a bit more affectionate today, Roman didn't question it.

After 10 minutes of scrubbing his face raw to get the makeup off he finally got a text from Remus alerting that he was outside. With that Roman practically runs out and to the car and quickly gets the passengers seat and groans as the somewhat to warm hits him, he gently sings into the seat not even putting his seatbelt on. He looks at the roof with a somber expression, it wasn't a good look on him at all.

"That bad huh?"Remus asks handing Roman MacDonald's bag and a normal Walmart bag "I picked you up a cheeseburger and a small fry, would've picked up a happy meal but I didn't know if you would've wanted that. Plus I know damn well you didn't eat anything today, don't play dumb with me. You also got some fuzzy bottoms and a paw-patrol shirt because I couldn't find the normal clothes, Hope that's alright." Remus started driving as Roman dug into his food. The other twin was right, after all, he hadn't had anything all day because of his nerves.

"Yeah it's all right, my guy," Roman says with a big bite of food in his mouth, a smile was now playing at the corners of his lips now instead of a frown. He then changed his shirt, not even carrying if people could see him do it. He wasn't a particularly interesting site to see after all, the only intresting part would be a scar over his heart from a surgery a few years back.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. Not polite" Remus says with a breathy laugh as he continued to drive, he was driving to the beach because he knew that was Roman's favorite place, most definitely at night. He just wanted to see the other happy again .

Roman rests his head on the window as the streetlights, and the city in general, fade into a bleak nothingness. He was used to it, he and Remus drove this same route nearly every night. Not under the same circumstances, of course, just on the nights Roman couldn't sleep or if Remus dragged him out of another midnight adventure. Tonight, after the prom fiasco, had the same calming air to it as all of the other times did. Roman sat up slightly, still making sure to slouch just enough to not touch the top of the seat so that he was still comfortable.

The music from the radio was soft enough to make the car seem a little bit alive. The twins' silence was never an awkward one it was, more often than not, a comfortable one. This didn't mean they enjoyed it though. It was Remus who broke the silence, it typically was, and smiled over at him. It was awkward seeing as the "elder" had sharpened his canines to a vampire-ish point on summer and now continues to do it anytime it somewhat goes dull. Roman did the same thing, although, he was too much of a wuss to do it for more than that summer so his teeth had dulled a lot in that area.

"I'm not going to ask you again Ro, what flavour milkshake do you want?" Remus questions as he pulls into a Rallys parking lot, not wanting to go to the drive-through without knowing the full order "If you same say some shit like vanilla I'm going to leave you in this parking lot."

"Jokes of you, I hate Vanilla milkshakes. Banana and can you ask for extra whipped cream" Roman says laughing softly and sits up completely before crossing his legs. He felt better now, and with the promise of something sweet his entire mood changed even more. "And I'll give you ten bucks when you get home if you get me a thing of funnel fries, like a small thing, not even a medium"

"I'll get you a medium shake and a small thing of those fries," Remus says with fake disgust, in all honesty, hed most likely steal a few of Roman's "How can you even eat those things? Think of all of the parasites that are in that dough"

"This is coming from the guy who drank the pond water from my science project!" Roman says with a smug smile. a few years ago Remus, as a dare, drank an entire jar of muddy pond water leaving him in the hospital for a month with several bacterial infections and nearly died. Roman was lucky Remus found it funny or hed most likely would have gotten slapped.

"Ugh- don't remind me, I'm still trying to pay off all of those hospital bills!" Remus groans sadly before pulling into the drive-through line before quickly saying his order and playing and getting his change back, he then got the food just as fast because it had been only them and it seemed pretty much deserted at the time. He quickly drove off mumbling something about how the workers seemed mean and he should go back and give them a piece of his mind.

"Ah shut up and give me my food," Roman says and practically snatches the bag from Remus' lap with a small smile and keeps it on his side. He wasn't being mean it was more of a playful/teasing type if anything. He was rarely mean to his brother but when he was it was for typically good reason, or he just wanted to be a nuisance. "None for you!"

"Little shit!" Remus says laughing fondly before reaching over and stealing one of the fries and plopping it in his mouth before taking a sip of his milkshake "Before everything, want to go home or do you just want to ride around? We don't have anything big planned so it's not like we have to even wake up early. I was going to bring us to the beach but I'm pretty sure we'd get chased off by those snobby rich guys again." "Want to risk it to see if they do?"

"Nah, knowing them they'd press charges or some shit trespassing and I don't feel like getting arrested tonight"

"You're no fun anymore!" Roman wines

"Finnnnneee We'll go later when there's no chance of us getting caught! That better Little prince?"

"Hell yes! now come on start driving faster!" Roman says with a grin looking over at Remus before turning up the radio and practically bouncing in his seat. He had heard that nickname so many times it might as well had been his name, it was a reference to one of his favourite story as a kid and even to this day "Our song!" Roman quickly rolled down the window and started tosing scream the lyrics to "tongue-tied by Grouplove" it was rarely played on the radio but when it did Roman made sure to sing it.

It had a good summer and over the top entry they could both get behind

"Let me guess, you want me to sing along with you?" Remus says laughing softly before rolling down his window as well as the other two windows. If the two of them were going to be loud they were going to be so loud that the entire neighbourhood they had been driving through was going to have to file a noise complaint on a random beat-up car that drove through the neighbourhood. and started screaming the lyrics. "Take me to your best friends house! Loved you then and I loved you AND I LOVED YOU NOW!" They both sung that part ith all of their heart, Roman was playing the air guitar and Remus jamming out while thumping on the wheel as he drove. The car was filled with the two Teens laughing their asses off as the music practically blasted as they screamed and laughed just as hard. For a moment they forgot about everything that ever happened to them as they jammed out.

Everything was perfect in that time and space.

Eventually, everything calmed down and Roman yawned and leaned back looking at the ceiling closing his eyes slightly and took a sip from his now melted Milkshake. "This was fun Re-"

"Really? I think it was the best experience we will ever have in this plane of existence."Remus says pulling into the driveway and parked the car, they didn't go to the beach seeing how late it had gotten and both had started to get overly drowsy "And yeah, it was fun for me as well. Want me to carry you or are your legs good enough?"

"Carry me" Roman whispers tiredly and making grippy hands in Remus' direction "Please?"

Remus took the keys out and got out of the car before walking over to Roman's side and helps them out and picks them up bridal style."You good?"

"Always am Rem, now hurry up before I spit in your face for moving to slow. "

"Oh you know I love it when you spit on me"

"Ugh! Shut up and get a move on, would you!"

Remus laughs as he walks into the house, it was unlocked because Remus kept losing the front door key, and then walks to Roman's room and flops them on the bed. "You going to sleep or want me to keep the light on? I'll most likely not come back for a few minutes because I have to go fix up the car," he asks walking over to the light switch. They shared a room because Neither Remus nor Roman had the strength to clean out, or sleep, in their parents' old room after they died despite it being years ago.

"Off, yeah off," Roman says softly nuzzling into the blanket cocoon he already managed to get himself into. His mind was practically mush at this point so he didn't feel like talking

"Goodnight sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite," Remus says turning the lights off fully.

Roman snorts "Goodnight Rem! Don't let them bite you either!"

Remus fondly rolls his eyes and playfully blows a kiss and closes the door and sighing softly as he hears the tiny click. He slowly walks back to the car to get all of the stuff and runs back inside and puts the stuff into the tiny kitchen before going to the room flopping down on his bed and looks over at Roman who seemed to be peacefully sleeping. He smiled and wrapped himself in his own blankets before finally falling asleep.

#im really proud of this but be free to drag it through the dirt and then some #remrom #romrem #crosspost #originally on ao3 #this is two chapters but im weird so its one on here #remus sanders #ts roman #ts Roman #ts remus #highschool au #slow burn #long post #2771 words of shit

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littleferal · 4 years

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rewatching triple frontier

my way too many thoughts on a rewatch of tf. oops...like 2k way too many thoughts

santi so offended about the suggestion he’s sleeping with the informant (i dunno if she get a name in the whole movie guys? but imbd says its yovanna). not grossed out offended but like...i feel like its on her behalf? he respects her, maybe has feelings but has learnt to not make shit too messy

frankie owes up about the coke rap the second he and santi are together, but not in front of everyone else?

also later when santi says it in front of the guys fish is like well dont look at me

also, not a single doubt of your friend’s capability but maybe a bit of support would be nice dude

greatly appreciate that frankie is the first to work out santi’s plan. the guys are asking questions, santi’s like i don’t want to tell the agency and you immediately get that look from frankie like ohhh we’re on that bullshit. and bless him is he tired

then frankie tries to call his plan out in spanish? ¿que estabas pensando? i’m guessing the other guys don’t speak spanish so im not sure if thats just cos spanish is the first language for them both or

also then when santi is explaining the last 3 years he’s looking at frankie. he’s explaining himself to frankie

frankie boy looks so goddamn tired

santi suggests calling in the agency and frankie is like yes. do that. please. because unfortunately he is ride and die and he’s too tired for that bullshit

benny being like i won that fight and santi immediately apologises? what was that? avoiding a fight with benny? or avoiding upsetting him because he’s the kid of the group?

oscar and pedro out here doing the most acting so far. extra props cos pedro has had like 4 lines but you already know what he’s thinking

in fact on that thought, half of those lines have been frankie calling both santi and tom out

will is just the chillest whichever way this shit goes. maybe from a lifetime of benny just charging headfirst at all and any problems

tom sure does love pointing out he’d pull rank if he could. he’s a little pissed he cant

tom says the only thing he has is taking care of his girls, then he misses the action and then we all know how it ends. i mean, none of us like him right?

only thing that made it feel better is when you put a gun in my hand i feel like thats the character there

santi watches him go and maybe thinks hmmm. this is maybe bad

(oscar looks so short next to ben...)

flag on our shoulders is bullshit. as if that ever made anything right

tom just takes over after that. he’s good at laying it out, everyone listens up, but man it doesn’t flow as well as when santi is talking. i feel like tom was always slightly separate from the group, leading from somewhere else instead of in the middle of his team

the mark twain comment from benny. bless him, i think it might be the only time we see he’s waay more than his bravado and chest hitting. also siblings yo

we love how benny respects yovanna. punctual smart and brave as shit

santi is totally second in command, and i feel like a much better first

that little moment where santi does the hand signal to stop and frankie releases his grip on the rifle for just a moment? and will drops his rifle a bit? they trust him so much

when fish shoots the guard in the leg i yelled. no way that was quieter than starting a fight dude

do we need to talk about tom screwing them all because in the end he’s the one that couldnt keep himself in control, after calling the shots on everyone else?

i mean really. take what you can carry and burn the rest you fucking idiot

like all of you need to cool your shit over this

benny calling your shit tom you totally have fucked it cos benny normally waits on someone else calling it

but when santi asks for a final sweep for lorea they all yield. at least his reason is a good one

even tom yields to santi, he should totally be no. 1

really there is such a run of tom and santi fighting for control and i dont think its just cos santi started this op and its really his, its cos the others have always taken a lead from santi, maybe even over tom, cos santi is more one of theirs

also the one time they should have taken santi’s lead they dont. santi calls for them to leg it out the back door with a bag of cash each, tom calls for them to clean house. yall should have gone with santi on that one.

he looks really upset about it as well. looks to frankie for support and frankie cant look at him cos he doesnt want this shit show either but the majority wins and you go with the flow in these situations

frankie is so tired and sad at having to shoot the guards in the kitchen

mm that shot of tom with shit burning in front of him cos duuuude this shitshow on you

benny is a good rowdy boy, fighting with tom over the mess they left

fuck u tom pushing fish. listen to your goddamn pilot ass

i like to think santi would have fought tom on it if he hadn’t been fighting to get yovanna and her brother a lift out of there

dude should have just given her more money

fuck tom on chasing yovanna over details and pushing the sex thing

i think this might be the moment tom realises he done fucked up but unfortunately he’s a stubborn ass and keeps pushing the rest of the movie

cos yovanna says santi thinks tom’s an honest man and would never cheat them and maybe not cheat them. but he’ll sure as hell put all his shit on them til it blows up in everyone’s faces

bless santi comforting yovanna you did everything right. you deserve this them looking out for each other. i could actually get behind them as a couple because santi has shown over and again he respects her and the trust is there

tom proves again he is an ass. he can’t believe his team believes in him so yovanna must be lying. even suggesting they kill her. santi is realising the shit show tom is causing.

also, will putting his headphones on to see what happens because he can sense the bull coming and sure as hell has santi’s back on it

the wink santi gives him in thanks, the small nod will gives in recognition cos he’s seeing it too

frankie just trying his best for the team and he finally snaps at tom. too late

benny and his crazy ass hanging out the bottom of a helicopter in mid flight, then JUMPING? good for you crazy sob

fish’s bad landing. you don’t say?

benny calling for fish not tom

tom sees a fight everywhere now doesnt he?

no one told fish he doesn’t have comms?! fish who follows leads?!

tom doesn’t just shoot first, he shoots people who aren’t making a move on him

will calling bull on the shooting in the village. which one of you shot first?

if he didnt know before (though i totally think he did cos he knows these guys) he sure as shit knew the second tom wouldnt answer

everyone coming for tom now but he’s been in charge im guessing the whole time they’ve work together so thats hard to break

still i feel like this is wills moment of not taking toms shit anymore

benny still really buys the military bull yeah? sorry kid

bless frankie for taking the blame for the village shooting. bless benny for taking it for them all. except he’s looking at tom when he says that. thats his moment of moving beyond tom being in charge

the moment frankie finally steps up to confront tom is when santi does. good for him

also good on santi for finally calling tom out on the shitshow

santi this is not all on you! santi may be a bit of a dick but tom is more for never once admitting what he did wrong, never once taking any responsibility

im sorry yall sad tom is dead cos...im not

i mean i get it. they all have history. but he’s the ass in this story and is his own reason he’s dead

benny’s song for tom. hes a military man through and through yeah? i personally dont get military bravado so cant relate. but benny is totally the most visibly emotional about toms death

quiet fish calling shit enough of this it stops now, you understand?

it’s interesting to see. he’s just been slowly boiling over, but i dont think it was tom dying that did it it was tom out of the picture

fish only shows initiative after toms gone. whether cos he needed him out the picture or cos he’s just so tired he’s just going and fuck it all

also his response to how many have you killed? as many as i had to. he’s never wanted this bull

will however knows almost exactly and he just...boxes that information away i guess. he’s good at putting stuff behind him

benny for all his rowdiness is sharp and caring. tom didnt die for this money he died because of it. yep. and his own greed

trying to avoid getting kids killed

fish is totally ready to be clean of this shitshow and the money no one will ever see the money again. good.

i know people have mentioned why did santi let fish walk away and not take any money at the very end. i dunno if fish would have taken it regardless

also fish has officially flipped now. he never wanted this shitshow but he came along cos he was asked by his best friends but now he is beyond done and will literally go through anything to call it a day

i personally think he’s the most dangerous of the lot of them because he is a livewire been waiting for a spark

santi always looks to defuse a situation

will keeps his head regardless

benny’s emotions make him scrappy but not clean enough to always be dangerous

frankie’s emotions make him fucking lethal because all regards go out the window

it’s frankie’s driving that flips the truck and kills the kids chasing them, the ones santi couldnt shoot. and frankie doesnt flinch

it’s frankie yelling for pope to kill the chasers - pope chooses to shoot out the tires, the one way he could stop the chase and they maybe live

going back on frankie killing the guys in the kitchen, i think he looked so dead behind the eyes because he’s just tired to be here again but also not even surprised he can still do it

how much is the ending everyone wanting to be clean of the money and how much is for tom?

frankie is first out the door. no one is suprised

we do love men being able to say i love you to their friends

also i greatly appreciate the level of physical touching in this movie. fuck toxic masculinity

santi feels so responsible for that shitshow he runs, cant go see tom’s family. will steps up for that

honestly, the group sans tom really support each other and balance out each others flaws

#frankie morales is tired yall #please stop asking him to ride and or die #cos unfortunately he will #santi should totally have been no 1 #it would have been less of shit show #triple frontier #lissi has thoughts #waaaay too many #is this coherent?#probably not

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angstalottle · 5 years

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Benders

Final part:

Lance watched on in horror as blood trickled the ice and formed a small puddle.

Its warmth was melting the floor just enough to penetrate the solid crimson mass and leave it slightly pinker than it should be.

Somehow that felt even worse then if it were just normal blood.

Almost like it was a cruel reminder from the universe that despite being surrounded by water, by the ocean, by the element tied to his very soul… that Lance was still powerless to save his people or his sister.

“Please Lotor, just let her go.” lance begged hoping he didn't look as close to crying as he felt.

He wanted nothing more than to run away and hide in his room until Allura worked him the next morning and all this would turn out to have been an awful dream.

Lotor smirked, removing the knife.

The cut on her throat wasn't too deep, any half decent healer would manage to take care of it within moment and not even leave a scar.

But that didn't change the fact that the wound was still there. And it was on Lance’s big sister who was staring at him with wide terrified eyes.

Lance hated seeing her scared. After all the times she had stared down certain doom seeing it now almost felt like she was giving up.

His hands curled into fists as Lotor wrapped his free hand around her neck.

“I'm not unreasonable. Simply give me the spirit and your sister gets to live. I'll even return your dreadful little village to the surface.”

“You think it will let you bend.” Keith mumbled just loud enough for those in the room to hear.

“What do you mean bend?” Lance asked risking a glance at Keith who suddenly looked much more confident then he had moments ago.

“He’s doing all of this because he wants to become a bender.”

“Shut up” Lotor growled threateningly.

“And not just any kind, no he wants to be like a water bender.” Keith continued a smirk growing on his face. Lance didn't know where he was going with this but he trusted him enough to see it through.

“Shut up” Lotor said again only louder this time.

“Tell me brother, do you think this will make your mother love you?”

“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!” Lotor screamed shoving Allura to the side and charging at Keith knife aimed for his throat.

Lance was sure Keith would have been able to dodge or maybe even steal the knife right out of the discrassed princes hand.

However, Lance wasn't willing to take that chance.

Soon as his sister was clear the ice surrounding Lotor burst upwards in a violent spray of spikes.

If anyone asked Lance would say he meant to form the perfect little cage, when the one that was currently lodged though Lotors shoulder is a little more accurate to what he wanted.

“You attack my home and family for something you can't even gain.” Lance let the ice around Lotors feet slowly turn to water letting him drop further and further down until Lance had to crouch to maintain eye contact.

“The spirit gives others the ability to bend, if i wasn't already born a bender becoming the spirit wouldn't have made a difference. You just lost everything for a chance at nothing.”

Right as Lotors face was about to go under Lance smiled at him.

“Lets see how long you can hold your breath. Good luck getting back to the surface in time.”

With a wave of his hand Lotion was sent plummeting into the cold icy darkness of the ocean and the ice was reformed over the top.

“Well that takes care of-”

Lance was cut off by being tackled with a hug by Allura.

“You stupid brave idiot!” she cried hugging him so tightly he didn't think she would ever let go.

“Oh hang on” Lance whispered using some of the water to heal Allura’s neck.

A small glow of light later and she was fine… well physically.

“Enough, now tell me what the hell you were thinking? Coming here and… and bending when.” Allura’s eyes widened as a horrifying realisation struck her “Lance what were you planning to do.”

“I'm still going to do it.” Lance said softly “it's the only way… if i dont its the end of not just our tribe but all water benders. The fire nation has taken so much from our people please don't let them take this as well.”

Allura took his hands in hers “please don't let them take my little brother”

Shaking Lance pulled his hands away when all he wanted was to hold onto her forever.

“Keith please i… i need you to get her out of here.” Lance’s voice broke with emotion.

“Lance please there has to be another way.” Keith placed a hand on his shoulder only for Lance to grab it and use it to toss him to the ground.

“There isn't.”

He spoke softly even as he pulled up the huge wall of ice and used it to force the two people he loved most away from him.

Once he was alone he turned to the koi in the water.

“I suppose I should say something. Maybe thank you for giving me this extra time that I was never supposed to have. For letting me have a family and a life, for letting me fall in love.”

Lance sniffed as he wiped away his tears and the rest of his makeup along with them.

“This would be a hell of a lot easier if you left me to an awful life. Then I would just want to get it over with.”

His hand was shaking as he lowered it into the water.

“I'm really going to miss them… I just wish… I just wish I could stay with my family just a little bit longer.”

Lance closed his eyes as the water began to glow beneath his hand and the white drained away from his hair.

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Keith knew it was too late the moment Allura was able to remove the ice blocking their path.

She screamed soon as it revealed Lance lying on the floor, his once snow-white hair a warm chocolate brown.

His eyes were closed…

He was still.

While Allura collapsed to the ground sobbing Keith tip toed forwards.

He slowly lowered himself to the ground beside Lance and pulled him into his arms.

He was as cold as the ice he lay on.

“Lance… i… I wish I could have shown you the world.” Keith whispered resting his head on the prince's chest as he finally let himself cry.

“When do we leave?”

Keith looked up in disbelief as Lance’s clear blue eyes slowly began to open.

Those eyes that stole his heart and he was sure he would never see again.

He didn't even think about what he was doing. Keith just knew one moment Lance was waking up and the next he was kissing him.

“Lance?” Allura asked tears still streaking her face.

It was only then did Lance pull away and weakly held out a hand to his sister which she was more than happy to take.

“I don't understand. I thought you died. You idiot I thought you died!” Allura exclaimed through tears of joy.

“I guess the spirits decided I had more life to live.”

The familiar lurching of their stomachs pulled them out of their celebration.

They were heading for the surface and everything was going to be fine.

It took a few days for everything to settle down again.

Lotors remaining generals were caught and tossed into a boat to let the ocean deal with them. The tribe was done playing host to them and let fate decide what was to come next.

Lance was left very weak and spent most of his time asleep in his room, with Keith keeping him company of course.

Eventually, though the fear of another attack died down and life continued as normal. Well, almost normal.

As the tribe did indeed have to lose their prince. Only not to the spirit world but to their own.

“I promise I'll come home to you.” Lance whispered as he hugged his sister goodbye.

Keith was serious afterall about showing him the world, and Lance was determined to let him.

Even if it did mean leaving him home behind.

“You know you don't have to go.” Alura replied squeezing him tighter.

“Someone has to take a stand. I can teach Shiro water bending and help them fight against the fire nation. It's my duty.”

“A prince doesn't have to do this.”

“I know, but it's my duty as someone that can make a difference to try. If i do nothing then what nearly happened to our people will keep happening everywhere else. It's time I finally do my part.” Lance smiled as he pulled away from her and took Keith's hand.

“Don't worry your majesty i'll keep him safe.”

“You better” Allura smiled “or not even the Avatar will keep you safe.”

“I wouldn't try to stop you if he did '' Shiro chuckled.

“I'll be fine Allura” Lance said as the boat began to pull away.

After all he put them through they saw no reason not to take Lotors boat for their own. It certainly would make their long journey a lot more comfortable.

It didn't make leaving any easier though.

But as they pulled away and Keith and Lance stood side by side it didn't feel like such a bad thing.

“Are you ready to see the world.”

Lance smiled bending the water around the boat to raise them up onto a large wave then letting it fall propelling them forwards through the water.

“You bet.”

#langst #avatar last air bender au #water bender lance #avatar shiro #fire bender keith #Allura #last chapter

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wickymicky · 4 years

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Hey I was wondering if you can talk a little about each of the members weki meki's personalities? I want to start getting into them more

ooooh! sure thing!

so first is Suyeon, the leader, who they jokingly refer to as “hyung” because she’s kind of a bro, lol. i love that about her. she’s cool, she’s weird, she’s a perfect leader for this goofy ass group. like a lot of main vocalists, she also doesn’t seem to care that much for some of the intricacies of being an idol haha. she cares about her image to an extent, just as any person in that situation would, but by comparison to other idols lmao Suyeon seems like she doesnt give a flying fuck whatsoever haha. which is awesome. she’s kind of known for swearing on camera without thinking about it, and messing around with the other members and laughing riotously. but also, i can’t finish this without talking about how great a leader she is. she’s not necessarily good at reining in their chaos, especially when she starts the chaos, but she is good at bringing out the best in all of them and they all trust her completely. when theyre just hanging out, she can be kinda casual and forget to be a leader, leading to members like Rina exasperatedly telling them to quit goofing off haha. but when theyre doing idol stuff like performances or shows, Suyeon takes charge and takes care of them.

Elly is silly too lol. Suyeon wasn’t part of the original predebut lineup when it was first announced, and Elly probably would have been the leader in that case, so she has some leader-like qualities too! the members have talked about how she took care of them when they were trainees and stuff. but... i feel like since she’s not the leader, she’s free to be even sillier, and she’s relishing in that freedom lol.

Yoojung is a little ball of energy, especially back closer to their debut. she’s actually mellowed out a lot over the years, but that tends to happen when you hit your 20s lol. she can still be a ball of wild chaotic energy though. she’s surprisingly introspective too though, and she can be really hard on herself, but that’s related i think to just how passionate she is about what she does. i could say a lot more about her obviously, but i’ll stop here haha

people who dont really know them sometimes think that Doyeon doesnt seem to fit in at first glance, and in some videos she kinda spaces out while everyone else is talking, but she fits in a lot better than they realize. she’s just as weird as any of them, she’s just like... introverted lol. and busy, and tired. but when she has fun with them, she goes just as crazy as everyone else, if not moreso sometimes lmao

Sei is great, she’s been described as being like human green tea lol. she talks kinda slowly, which is endearing haha. she’s just a relaxing person. but she also has another layer of being kinda savage or chaotic too a little bit, especially i think in her friendship with Doyeon, which can kinda be one of those “Tom and Jerry” friendships sometimes

Lua is interesting because her newfound confidence and attention-grabbing look are a really cool development, but her personality hasnt really changed, which is good. she’s probably the goofiest member of this goofy ass group. she and Yoojung are the “mood-makers”, because theyre always bouncing off walls and dancing and yelling lol. Lua’s so cartoony sometimes, but in the best possible way. i wonder if people whose first impression of her is her short dark green hair have any idea how much of a total dork she is haha

Rina is the most softspoken member of the group haha. i feel like she’s often the voice of reason. she’s probably the most “normal” member... but like, i said “most normal”, i didnt say “normal” haha. she can still get wild, she’s a member of Weki Meki after all. to be honest though, Rina’s the member i feel like i personally know the least about, because she doesn’t seem to jump into the fray as much as the others, and i’ve only been diving into more extra content like Weki Meki Mohae (their reality show from 2018), so i’m starting to get a better idea of what she’s like, but i’m not fully there yet. all i know is that i like her lol

Lucy is another member who i’m not super knowledgeable about actually. i tend to not know as much about the maknae lines of the groups i stan lol. she’s one of those maknae-on-top types though, i think. she’s the second tallest member and that makes her friendship with Doyeon interesting lol, especially cause Lucy is also really coming into her own as a visual. she’s learning from the best, i guess haha. i feel like Lucy is often getting into the fray and shenanigans, she’s a lively person.

I’ve only been stanning them for like a year, so if there are any OG kilings who wanna correct me on any of this or add to this, lmk!

a year ago, i had been into them for a little while, but i could not have answered this question. i could have told you about Yoojung and a little bit about Suyeon and Lua, and theyre still the three whose personalities i feel like i have the best understanding of, but i didnt really know that much about most of them. i listed Weki Meki as one of my ult groups, and i made “wickymicky” my url, primarily because I love Picky Picky and Yoojung became one of my ult biases really quickly, but i felt kind of guilty because i feel like i didnt really know the group well enough to put them on that level. i felt like every time i listed them as one of my favorite groups, i had to have an asterisk attached to it that said that i dont really know them that well. there are a lot of posts where i did that on this blog back then osdkflmskdgf.

but, like, as time has gone on, it’s become more and more true. when i first started listing them as one of my favorites, i don’t think i was lying, but it’s definitely more true now than it was then, you know? i listed them as like my #5 group or something, and now they’re my #2, and the gap between them and my #1 is actually pretty small now. i feel like i actually do know and appreciate all 8 members now, so when i say “ahhhh i love her” in the tags when i reblog a member, i actually like... mean it now. lol. the only thing i can think of is that i picked up on Weki Meki’s vibe really early on, and i knew that they would end up as one of my ults, but i just hadn’t really learned enough to back that up at that point. well, i have now, and i was right the whole time lol. my gut instinct was correct, i knew that i would love them, and i do <3

#this was fun and i hope i didnt embarrass myself by getting something wrong sdkmfsakdfmgf #weki meki #long post #thoughts tag #Anonymous

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cagestark · 5 years

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Hi I saw you wanted some prompts and how about Hades!Tony and Nature God! Peter fluff. Them Meeting for the first time and falling in love. Them in Tonys Dark castle having dinner. And Then Tony Not going to be so Peter has to make him. Maybe even some smut ;) ALL OF DIS IN ONE. ( Some Daddy Kink. ) P.S I saw you dont write Dark!Tony so just make Tony normal but he's still Hades. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ cause you don't need to be dark and mean to be the king of hell.

You asked for *some* smut and *some* daddy kink but it really just…jumped right out. It got carried away with itself, I was just stuck along for the ride. I hope this is remotely something that you asked for and that you enjoy! Leave a prompt anytime, this was a joy. And it definitely needs a pt. 2…

Hades!Tony is dying. He picks up Dionysus!Peter, because that’s the perfect cure. Or at least, the best way to die. Some notes here: I know little about Greek mythology, but I do know that everybody is everybody’s relative. Not in this. Consider familial relationships to be explicitly stated, and if not stated, then non-existent. No incest here. Peter is, like, ancient too. Probably still too young for the antis. I really made the mythology my own too lmao. Sorry.

Read here on AO3.

5k. Daddy Kink, ahoy!

Everything comes to an end, and thinking that he would be the exception had been a very mortal move.

Tony, who is sometimes called Hades, stands looking into an ornate mirror. The room is dimly lit, but the evidence is impossible to overlook: there is gray in his beard and at his temples. He turns his head this way and that to see it from every angle, frowning deeply. When had those lines begun to bracket his mouth when he smiled or frowned? It must have happened gradually for him to have not noticed before, subtle like sands slipping down an hourglass.

He’s been in this general form for five decades now. Being nearly as old as time itself can get dreadfully droll if stuck with the same appearance. Like most of his divine kin, he likes to switch it up every century or so. Illusions can help, but even without the extra influence, a deity’s appearance changes over time. Humans evolve in that way, their brow bones receding, noses thinning and figures lengthening. In many way, the gods evolve too.

This carefully cultivated visage contains no illusions and was the result of centuries of time leaving their influence on him, an amalgamation of his preferences and his personality. The eyes, dark, as he prefers. The hair, soft and thick and (previously) black. His lips are full, fit for seductive smiles and sinister snarls. And even if, as the years had past, this face had grown—not older, he won’t say older, let’s say more mature—it was just a reflection of his changing disposition. Even the god of the Underworld had to put away childish things sometime, he told himself.

Except now, something about his disposition is turning him gray. It’s giving him crow’s feet and joints that ache. Some part of him, even if subconscious, is getting old.

He is dying.

When he steps out of the ground at the base of Mt. Olympus, it is hot and dry and so fucking bright. The tinted glasses he wears do nothing to diminish the sunlight that blinds him for several long moments, no matter how he tries to blink himself used to it. Illusions are firmly in place to disguise his aging appearance.

The acropolis is visible once his eyes have stopped stinging: it’s large and ugly, and the stables smell like shit because even immortal horses defecate. The horses in the Underworld don’t—they’re dead and lovely.

Everywhere he goes in the palace, someone tries to stop him. Seeing his brother in the flesh is an entire affair, and he hasn’t sent any message announcing his arrival. It’s been centuries since he’s even set foot above ground, so he tries not to sniff indignantly that no one recognizes him. Sick of being interrogated, he makes himself invisible (it’s a crime though—he looks so cut and handsome in his three-piece suit) and strolls leisurely all the way to Zeus’s chambers.

Zeus has a handsome mortal man in his bed, as he is wont to do. They make a lovely picture, both muscled but one blond and the other dark and long-haired like mortal women prefer. Tony is jealous, standing over their naked, entwined forms while they slumber. It looks comfortable. But how ever do they keep from sweating all over each other?

The snap of his fingers ends his invisibility and startles Zeus into wakefulness. The last time he saw his brother, the god looked nothing like this. Now he is the picture of mortal desirability: blond with cornflower blue eyes, a well-shaped face. Is it an illusion he wonders—but no, not possibly. They can’t maintain illusions while they sleep or lose focus.

“Must you break in every time you visit?” Zeus asks. He stands to dress himself, and Tony gives him the privacy by seating himself on a solid-gold armchair and unashamedly ogling the brunet still sleeping in his brother’s bed.

“Did I break in last time? I distinctly remember knocking—”

“You knocked the door off the hinges.”

Tony scoffs. Nearby is a golden platter of grapes. He knocks the grapes to the floor and tucks the platter into his suit jacket, all while Zeus’s back is turned.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? I like the facial hair, by the way. You always were a quirky one.”

He waves away his illusion. Zeus flinches as if instead of a middle-aged mortal there is now an ancient hag sitting in his bedroom. Tony hates this. Hates the blow to his ego and vanity. He attempts to conceal his embarrassment with sensationalism: “I am dying.”

They sit together, knees nearly touching. The room is quiet though all the windows are open letting in a breeze and endless sunlight that is beginning to give him a headache. Despite all they have been through together (and trust him, it is a very long and sordid history rife with jealousy and violence), they are brothers. This is familiar. It is comfortable.

“Why, Hades?”

“It’s Tony. I go by Tony.”

“You and your aliases. Tony is positively mortal.”

“You should try it. Shall I call you Steve?”

“I’d rather you didn’t. Quit avoiding my question.”

Tony sighs. He uses a trembling hand to rub at his eye beneath the glasses, trying to stave off the growing headache. There isn’t any clever quip he can give, so he just tells the truth. “I have no idea.”

“No idea,” Zeus mocks flatly. “The only way we can die is by choice.”

“I am aware.”

“You are killing yourself then. Slowly. Dramatically—though I’d never expect you to do anything expected. So tell me why you want to die.”

“To my knowledge…I don’t know. Whatever this is, it goes deep. I haven’t made any conscious decision. I have of course been bored. Doing anything for a millennium could take the joy out of it. It’s not necessarily a happy job, the one that I have. But I don’t—I don’t think I want to die. And yet,” he waves a hand at himself.

“We have healers here, well versed in magic too. Maybe you’ve been cursed. Spend some time here, we will get to the bottom of this.”

“I’d rather not spend a moment more in this sunlight than I have to,” Tony says honestly. “But it seemed responsible, to tell someone. To get my affairs in order. Someone else will have to rule the Underworld when I’m gone.” The thought gives him a strange relief.

And maybe that is why he’s dying.

When he goes to leave, Zeus catches his arm. Despite his own reputation as the drama queen of the family, Tony can testify that Zeus is a close second, proficient in tortured expressions. “Brother. Please stay.”

“No. But thank you for asking.”

“Then—take some time off. Something!” Zeus calls after him.

On his way out, he doesn’t bother turning himself invisible again, only replacing the illusion of youth—let the guards know that he slipped past them. It’s good for their egos to be taken down a notch. Just as he’s passing the stables, he nearly collides with a smaller figure. Looking up at him, nearly drowned out by the sunlight, is a lovely mortal-looking boy with a wreath of gold curls, skin golden and freckled. He’s dressed in typical Olympus fashion, a light and loose tunic secured by a belt around his trim waist.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry—” the boy says, turning red as a pomegranate. His voice is fragile and cracking. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“A bad habit,” says Tony. He licks his lips. “Tell me you aren’t on your way to my brother’s bed. He’s already got a lovely little cock warmer up there, and I’d hate for your feelings to be hurt.”

The boy’s mouth opens and closes several times like a fish. “Your—brother?”

“Tall, blond god? Always looks to be on the verge of tears?”

“You’re—Hades.”

“Tony.”

“That’s a mortal name.”

“Nothing about me is mortal kid.”

“Oh—I didn’t mean to insult you,” he says. “I quite like it. To be—well, honest. I like the name Peter. It’s much less of a mouthful than Dionysus.”

Tony nearly removes his sunglasses. This sweet, soft little creature hardly looks like the god of nature—but to be fair, they have run in different circles for, well, ever. “My apologies, Peter. I mistook you for a mortal.”

Peter’s smile is beatific, bright as the sun. “That’s alright. It’s the curls, isn’t it? I can’t quite get rid of them. I’m not very practiced at illusions, really. I spend most of my time alone or with the animals, and they don’t quite care what I look like. To be honest, I’m just glad to be rid of the horns I had eight hundred years ago.”

“Horns are so twelfth-century.”

Peter laughs, and no wonder this boy is in charge of all the cute woodland creatures. Tony’s pretty sure that there are butterflies—at least, a particularly large species of moth, something with wings—fluttering around in his gut just as the sight of him. In the back of his mind, he still sees Zeus and his lover, pressed chest-to-back, sleeping peacefully. Peter looks like he’d be easy to hold: a head smaller, thin and willowy.

“Peter, not to be annoyingly cryptic, but I’m a little short on time to properly woo you. How would you like to slip through a nice cozy hole in the ground and come home with me to warm my bed?”

The young-looking god looks aghast. One finely-boned hand clutches at the neck of his tunic. “You mean—to the Underworld?”

“That’s the one. Great garish gates, lots of unworthy souls lying about. Not in my castle though, I keep a clean place for a bachelor—”

“I. Well. Yes. I’ve seen nearly all there is to see above ground. Are there plants, there? What is the geography like?”

They link arms. Peter’s skin is warm from the sunlight even through Tony’s suit. They could not look more unalike in dress, and the looks they receive from other patrons and deities as they leave Olympus are wary at best and malicious at worst. Tony isn’t fazed: most creatures hate him. Animals. Mortals. Gods. It’s a tough line of work.

And he feels so tired.

The kindness of Peter’s touch rejuvenates him though. They make small talk that Tony can barely concentrate on. He’s too busy contemplating the positions he might bend Peter into, the noises he might make, how Tony might spread him out over the massive bed in his estate and worship him. Pun intended.

They reach the hole Tony sprung from. Here is where Peter gets nervous, trepidation naked on his face. The boy bites his lip rosy, crossing his arms like he is cold in the sunshine.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Tony says. He winks. “Bit of a tight fit though. Might have to hold on to me.”

They wrap their arms around each other. Peter is nearly the perfect height for Tony to rest his chin on the boy’s crown on curls, and up this close he sees its absolutely threaded with flowers and clovers. The pollen makes him sneeze, but he hardly minds when there is an attractive body pressed against him from chin to chest to hip. He can’t even remember the last time he was touched—when Zeus grabbed his arm in passing, but before then? Ages. Lost in his thoughts, he hears Peter muffle his gasp against Tony’s suit as they sink underground.

It is much cooler here, where the sunlight doesn’t reach. All light is dim and flickering. From the earthen ceiling hang a myriad of roots reaching their tendrils down towards the sprawling domain of the damned. They are just outside of Tony’s castle—more of a mansion really, much more modern and stylish than those gaudy human monuments of stone. A river, water like ink, runs around the perimeter, silent.

Peter stands looking all around. He is very handsome when lit by flame, skin even more golden, eyes so dark they look black. The roots from above absolutely tickle him and he reaches a hand up absently as if he could grow tall enough to reach them. The flesh on his bare arms and legs prickles from the cool temperature, nipples pebbling under his thin tunic.

“Is this the Styx River?” Peter asks, mouth agape.

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“No. This is actually the Lethe—don’t touch the water.” His stern voice has Peter snatching his hand from the surface of the river, clutching it to his chest. Tony softens. “I’m sorry. But while you’re here, it’s safe to say that most things aren’t good for you to touch. Or drink. Or eat. When in doubt, just ask me.”

“As you wish,” Peter says. Even in the flickering light, Tony can see he is blushing, head hanging like a scolded child.

“Would you like to go inside?”

If Peter was awed outside, he seems even more floored by the interior. The ceilings are vaulted. There is artwork from every era in solid gold frames to decorate the walls, because Tony considers himself a patron of very nice things. The floor is of black marble that glistens in the candlelight. The general opulence is probably excessive, Tony thinks, especially to a god who lives simply in nature.

“This is incredible,” Peter breathes. “It’s nothing how I thought it would be. There are stories, you know. About how the Underworld is a terrible place and Zeus will banish you here if you misbehave.”

“To be fair,” Tony says, guiding Peter up the winding staircase. “You’ve only seen a fraction of the domain. It is probably just as terrible as all the stiffs up-top make it out to be. But—to be honest—”

The words catch in his throat. He’s never found himself wanting to be so honest before.

“Yes?” Peter prompts.

They are stopped outside Tony’s bedroom door. He decides he has nothing to lose by opening up to the other god, and if he doesn’t, it’s entirely liable that when he dies, no one will ever have known him. “To be honest, I try to avoid it. Tartarus, the Mourning Fields. Places where the souls suffer. It gives me no pleasure. I guess I’m a poor excuse for a god, here.”

“Not enjoying someone else’s suffering—that doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me,” Peter says. They are standing nearly chest to chest, Peter staring up at him with huge, naïve eyes. His thin lips curve into a soft smile. When Tony reaches up to tuck some curls behind his ears, the ears are just barely pointed at the tips. Peter shivers, like it tickles.

“You’re wrong,” Tony says lowly, turning the doorknob and throwing open the door. “But I appreciate you saying it anyway.”

Tony’s bedroom is befitting a dark prince. The bed instead is a huge four-poster, golden, with silks and a canopy so fine and sheer it looks like black spider silk. When Peter sits there in his tunic, flowers in his hair, he could not look more like a lamb being willingly led to slaughter. He looks fit for debauching.

Underneath is there is a sense of urgency for Tony. He thought he had all the time in the world, but now he knows he doesn’t. If things were different, he could take his time. Woo the nature god, win his affection and then his body. But now things are different. It calls for boldness. “Are you interested in sex with me, kid?”

Face red: “You keep calling me that. I’m thousands and thousands of years old, Tony.”

“You’re right—would you like to have sex with me, Peter?”

Peter’s blush deepens but he nods, already half-hard. Divine libidos.

Tony loosens his tie. His honey eyes track the dark god’s every movement. “Can I tell you how this is playing out in my head?”

Peter nods again.

Tony removes the tie and folds it gently over an armchair with four chimera feet sculpted out of onyx as the legs. “I want to take my time and take you apart. I want to taste you, suck on your hot little tongue, leave bruises on your neck. I’ll kiss and mouth every last inch of you except for your cock. Then I’ll put you on your elbows and knees and eat your little ass.”

Peter is panting silently, eyes half shut while he examines every inch of skin exposed as Tony unbuttons his shirt. The tunic does nothing to disguise how hard he is, and one soft hand reaches down to palm himself, to Tony’s immense pleasure. He undoes his cufflinks, tony gold seeds, sitting them aside. “I want to tongue you open until you’re wet and soft, until your cock aches so much it’s fit to burst. I’m going to worship you. Destroy you. I will be your god, all before I even get my cock inside you. How does this sound so far, Peter?”

“Goooood,” he breathes, tilting his head back. His eyes close but then open, wider, like he’s afraid to miss a single moment of what’s in front of him. So fucking adorable.

“Then I’ll open you up with my fingers, very carefully. Slowly. I won’t lie to you Peter, it will be very hard. For me. Having my fingers inside your tight little ass will probably have me wanting to blow my load as it is. It’s going to take incredible self-restraint, but don’t worry,” Tony says, unbuckling his belt. “I think I’m up for the challenge.”

Peter groans, dropping down to recline back on one elbow. His other hand is no longer jerking himself off through his tunic, is instead just clutching at himself, face twisted in the sweetest pain. “Please don’t stop,” he begs so sweetly.

“The same goes for you. Keep touching yourself, Pete. It’s turning me on.” Like it pains him, Peter whines as he resumes, much slower than before. The sound Tony’s belt makes as it comes free from the loops is almost sensual and then he sets it aside. “Once you’re ready—past ready—I’ll put my cock in you. Maybe I’ll let you decide how you take it, whether it will be on your hands and knees or maybe on your back, pressed in half, nowhere to run or hide from me. Maybe you’d like to ride me. Could you be brave, darling? Could you sit on my cock?”

Peter says something unintelligible. Tears slip from his eyes, glinting in the candlelight.

“What is it?” Tony asks, tender.

“Can—May I please cum?”

Tony coos. “You sweet boy, asking daddy for permission. Lift your tunic, rose. Let me watch you.”

Face burning, Peter lifts his tunic. Beneath is his cock, of decent girth and length, flushed and wet, the head nearly purple with desperation. One soft hand reaches down to cradle his balls, and the other resumes jerking himself off, moaning unreservedly at the first touch of skin-on-skin.

“Go on. Cum on yourself.”

Peter does, reclining flat on the bed, back arching into a lovely bow. His cock spurts endlessly, the god’s mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, toes barely long enough to touch the floor and scrabbling to find purchase as he shakes and shivers.

It’s the most beautiful thing Tony can remember seeing, and he’s seen almost everything. By the way the boy is panting, Tony wishes he had some water to offer him; however, he knows that anything he eats or drinks will tether him here to this dark world. And if there’s any other thing he knows besides, it’s that Peter belongs above in the sunlight.

“I’ll never tell you no,” Tony admits, shedding the last of his clothes as the boy recovers, body jerking belatedly. “But I have to admit, I do enjoy the way you ask to cum so prettily. Can you ask me in confidence, darling? Could you ask your daddy, your god, to let you cum?”

“Anything,” Peter pants. His long fingers scramble to undo the belt at his waist and then he sheds his clothing in one fell swoop. Underneath he is all golden skin and tight muscles. His cock is half hard, cum glistening on his abs like the tears on his face.

“A terrible thing to promise,” Tony says, kneeling up into the bed. Hand flat on Peter’s chest, he ducks down to lick a flat line through the cum on his abs, groaning at the taste and the way Peter’s cock twitches. “Where did I say we would start, little rose?”

Peter doesn’t even blush, eyes half lidded with pleasure. He rises up onto his elbows, mouth open and ready.

The kiss is absolutely filthy, tongues entwining, the taste of cum between them. Tony licks into the softest, sweetest mouth he’s ever known, tangling his fingers in dark curls. He tugs a little and Peter’s head tips back with a soft whispered groan, the pliancy going straight to the dark god’s cock. It’s like all the strength is sapped from the boy who just holds his mouth open obediently while Tony explores it with his tongue, running it along the teeth, pulling back to suckle and nip at his lips.

Tony takes his time, as promised. He kisses and sucks at every inch of Peter’s golden body, tonguing the nipples into tight, pleasurable points and sucking at each abdominal that appears when the boy tenses. Lovingly, he cleans the stiff cock of its previous load of cum, perfunctory, before moving on. He sucks bruises onto the tanned thighs and kisses the delicate inside of his wrists.

“Roll over, darling,” Tony says. “Up on your knees and down on your elbows, for me. Spread your legs—a little more—yes just like that. Show me that pretty ass.”

Peter rolls at the first spoken word, movements languid. The expression on his face is blissful, and Tony might mistake it for sleepiness if the hard cock hanging between his thighs wasn’t dripping down onto the black sheets. His submission is so lovely and complete, Tony falls in love with him a little.

Then he spreads the god open and licks a broad stripe over his opening, letting the saliva pool in his mouth to lubricate his journey while he tongues at the tight little opening, coaxing it to submit as sweetly as its owner. The noises Peter makes go straight to Tony’s cock: whimpers and whines and breathy exhalations. Tony lets one thumb rub at the boy’s hole, barely slipping in while he ducks down further to mouth at the sensitive balls. He lets his thumb massage and catch on the rim, tugging gently, while he pulls back briefly. The puddle beneath the god is obscene. Peter’s cock looks downright painful.

“Why aren’t you touching yourself, little rose?” Tony asks. “Your little cock looks like it hurts.”

“I—May I?” Peter asks, turning his neck so that he could flash his dark eyes towards Tony’s.

“It’s your cock, Peter, you don’t need to ask me. Or is it mine now? Does your cock belong to daddy?”

Peter rocks back, fisting at the sheets. “Yes,” he groans. “Yours, daddy. May I touch it? Please?”

Tony shuts his eyes. He has never been lucky. In his first game of chance, he got the losing lot, receiving domain of the Underworld. But what luck he must have had today, to bump into this sweet doe. He can hardly believe it to be true. “Please, touch yourself. As fast or slow as you like.”

Peter chooses fast as Tony’s goes back to licking him open. His hips don’t know what to do—fuck into his fist or press back towards the hot tongue inside of him. Tony sinks a finger inside, and it slips in easily. The god under him keens high in his throat, deciding yes to arch his back more and give the dark one more access, content to just grind into his own palm.

The second finger doesn’t go in as easily, but it seems that Peter enjoys it more. Perhaps he likes the burn of being stretched open. One soft crook of those fingers has him nearly shrieking, asking for permission.

“Of course,” Tony says. He wants to shut his eyes, it all feels so good, so overwhelming—but he doesn’t want to miss an instant of the boy beneath him. He leans back to watch Peter’s mouth slacken in ecstasy, breaths stuttering as he grinds to completion against his own hand, hot cum slipping through his fingers. “Beautiful,” Tony says, pressing a kiss to the boy’s back. “Absolutely beautiful.”

This time, Peter draws his own hand to his mouth and licks the cum away, humming contentedly. Tony’s own cock aches, desperate for the slightest pressure, but he ignores it, softly fucking his fingers into Peter, drawing them apart to prepare him for a third. When he presses in, Peter sighs joyfully, looking absolutely fucked out, smiling at nothing and no one.

“How do you want me, Peter?” asks Tony. “I promised you that it would be your choice.”

“Let me ride you,” Peter mumbles. Tony’s cock jumps—just the answer he wanted to hear. He’s not sure however that Peter has the strength; he’s looking more asleep than he is awake.

“Are you sure? We can rest now.”

Peter perks up, a little alarmed. “What? No—please. Please, may I ride you?”

Tony groans, smiling. His heart feels soft, like a fruit left to rot. That gentle, cracking voice could ask anything from him, and he might be obliged to agree to it. As it is, he lays prostrate, watching with greedy eyes as Peter climbs above him. The god’s golden thighs are shaking already, but his expression is still blissful as he kneels up, reaching down for Tony’s cock. The first touch after such lengthy neglect has him hissing, pressing his head back into the pillow. Then he feels the unbearable warmth, the wet pressure as Peter lowers himself.

The nature god’s face looks wrecked, mouth open, eyes squinted shut. He presses down but then rises up, chest hitching with breaths before lowering himself again, taking just a little more at a time. By the time his ass touches Tony’s thighs, Tony feels liable to burst, and Peter is hard again.

Then he begins to move, thighs flexing. From his mouth come the most pitiable little sounds: breathy gasps, chants of yes, yes, yes daddy, thank you—please!

“So polite,” Tony says through gritted teeth, trying to prolong the moment. The sleeve around him is so tight it borders painful, but it is a line that Tony loves to skip along. Most arousing is Peter, the obvious pleasure he’s experiencing, the openness in his face and body. He is beyond censorship, beyond self-doubt, and it is the most beautiful and honest thing the dark god has ever seen.

It is exactly what drives him to the edge, and he barely has breath in his lungs to give Peter a warning before he is cumming, head pressed back into the pillow, groaning deep in his chest. Peter makes a wrecked noise, like Tony’s orgasm feels good as his own, pressing a palm on the other god’s chest to give himself more leverage while he rides the cock inside him.

“May I?” Peter pants, legs shaking.

“Yes,” Tony breathes, his eyes closed. This way, he focuses on the sensation: the warmth and wetness around his cock as it pulses with Peter’s orgasm, the hot splatter of cum on his abs, the way he feels warmer in this bed than he ever has before.

He never wants Peter to leave.

He wants to leave with Peter, and never return.

He does not want to die—

And then, Peter is gasping, a sound that can’t be mistaken for pleasure. The warm body on top of him moves away swiftly, and when his eyes crack open, he sees the horror on Peter’s face. Tony sits up, chest tight. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“You—you’re—” A golden hand comes up to stroke beside one of Tony’s eyes, fingertips brushing his temples. And oh.

Oh. His illusions must have fallen when he came.

The younger, more attractive persona is gone. Instead, his true form is left: hairs turning gray, face lined. It’s obvious why Peter is horrified. It can’t be pleasant to go to bed with someone and have them turn into—well, the same person, only twenty years older. Surely, Tony must be a terrifying sight. Or at least ugly.

“Tony, you’re older,” Peter says. His face is softer now without the fear.

“I’m—dying.”

“That—no. You can’t be. You’re—like my god.” The large brown eyes fill with tears that balance there only for a moment before tripping down his cheeks. The sight makes him feel like Charon has taken his ferryman’s pole to Tony’s chest, striking him as he is wont to do with leisurely souls. The tears are white hot when he brushes them away. “Tony, I don’t want you to die.”

He swallows, gathering the smaller god into his arms where he curls and weeps against Tony’s bare chest. Tony runs his fingers through the curls, flicking away a clover with far too many leaves that clings to him. There is a lump in his throat, like he might cry as well—only he knows it’s honesty. “I don’t want me to die either. Except for when I’m here.. The Underworld is no place to spend eternity. I feel—like one of the damned.”

“Then come away with me,” Peter cries. “You don’t need to stay here. The whole earth is my domain, and I say that you are welcome there. Please, Tony. Come and stay with me.”

His hand pauses its ministrations while the cogs in his mind whir. What would they do…what would anyone do if he disappeared? The souls would continue to filter in—but Tony isn’t the one who decides the unworthy from the worthy, and he isn’t the one who determines punishment or delivers it. Without him there, the Underworld is likely to continue on just as it has since the beginning of time.

And maybe he can continue on, too. Elsewhere.

“You know,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to those curls. “My brother did say I should take a sabbatical.”

#starker #greek mythology #steve is zeus lol #peep bucky in zeus’s bed

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