#whats their ship name please im struggling
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ghostbatsy · 20 days ago
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pinejayy · 22 days ago
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╰➤Riding Them || One Piece
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featuring: sabo, zoro, shanks, sanji and hawkins uwu
a/n: first time writing sabo,, so oof I don't know what I'm doing.,, sabo was requested by @bern87 // writing slightly more for my dear husband hawkins uwu // wanna write a part 3 and im thinking about adding doflamingo or cora
summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because I’m whore when it comes to anime men. 😩😩 // part 1
warnings: teasing, slight nipple play, pet names, bottom sanji, facing riding, thigh riding.
✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦
Sabo
This man could either be a gentleman or a freak whenever you're riding him. It could depend on his mood...one day he could be calling you "sweetheart" or "princess" as you're riding his cock. While other days he's calling you a "naughty girl" while his hips are roughly thrusting up. Hitting everything right spot. (He also loves watching your boobs bounce as you're riding him.)
Let's say he had a stressful day after a long mission, he immediately guide you to your guys room and pin you against the nearest wall. His lips would immediately meet yours into a heated kiss. "Rough day....need to release.." He said between the kiss. "Please ride me...too tried."
Which lead to him pulling your clothes off and his lips latches onto yours, both tongues fighting for dominance. His clothes would soon follow yours. He would Immediately lay on the bed, spitting on his hand and stroking his cock. "Come on princess, ride me. I need to feel your pussy around my cock." (Pspsp Sabo loves to dirty talk ...and a lot.)
He's rough but he's not going to make you cry, maybe cry in pleasure but never cry! So when you're finally on top of him, sinking into his needy cock he groans in pleasure, his hands would immediately find their way to your hips. "God you feel amazing as always princess, such a pretty little pussy.." His dirty mouth would be spitting out nothing but lewd and dirty things. "So good, keep riding princess. You're doing good." And of course he's dirty talking leaves you blushing. "Stop... you're making me blush."
As your riding him he's thrusting his hips up, meeting your movements. Which is driving you crazy. "Mm Sabo..." And moaning his name drives him crazy. But you can tell when he's close since more dirty things come out of his mouth. "Pussy makes me feel so good, good pussy....it's mine." Or "Fuck... Princess.... best pussy...mine.."
Zoro
This man prefers whenever you ride him because that means he could just lay there with his hands behind his back. His favorite things... relaxing, watching you struggle to take his length and of course watching your naked body. What more could he want. So he loves whenever you ride him.
So whenever you suggest that you wanna ride him he would be a tease. "You sure love to struggle hmm...but what can I say. My dick is amazing and you probably can't get enough." And of course his words would make you blush. "Come on... don't be mean let me ride your cock again... please." And of course he'll give you want you want. Taking you somewhere private on the ship.
Finally whenever you guys are alone. He's already butt naked and he's helping you remove your clothes. And he's laying on whatever is more comfortable for him. "Come on. Are you going to ride me or do I fuck you myself." And of course you immediately made your way to him. Getting on top of him, Alining his dick against your entrance and slowly sinking in. Making you whimper. "God ... You're so big .."
Zoro loves watching you whimper against his length. Your hips moving the perfect pace not to wild and not to slow. "You're doing better than last time. Last time you couldn't even take all of it. Now look at you. Such a good job." He loves enjoying the view he's getting and loves the attention his dick is getting. He even loves playing with your nipples, He could take your nipples into his mouth and give them attention they deserve or be a bastard and flick them. Making you whimper. “Hey ow!”
One time Zoro fell asleep as you were riding him. NOT because he was feeling bored it was because he felt like he was on cloud nine and it knocked him out. But of course you got upset and smacked his chest. "Hey! I know I'm slow ..but no need to fall asleep...meanie" You whimper, rolling your hips against his. Making him groan, slowly waking up. "No. Babygirl, you're pussy is too good that it's making me see stars."
Shanks
THIS MAN IS A HUGE TEASE! And I mean he's teasing you like there's no tomorrow. And this man talks like a pirate..VERY DIRTY. "Aww, dose Y/N want to ride my dick? Well considering you've been a good girl. I'll give you want you want." Or "Maybe once you're done riding my dick you could treat me by riding my face."
Shanks would immediately lead you over to his private cabin and both of you would be in a heated kiss. Clothes finding their to the floor. And he's already making himself comfortable on his bed. "Come on, get your pretty little pussy over here. And ride your captain." He loves the whole captain play. "Anything for you Captain." You say softly making your way to him.
Riding Shanks is breath taking, this man is going to tease you and praise your body. "God your looks good even when I'm balls deep in you." He also loves the way your boobs bounce up and down as your riding him. He doesn't care about the size, they just look beautiful to him. "Keep going, You're captain is proud of how good you're doing dear."
Shanks loves the thrill of having sex anywhere on the ship, after all it is his ship. But you guys haven't gotten caught yet which is good. One time the crew were drunk their asses off and everyone was passed out on the deck, while you were riding his pretty little cock. "Mm captain...cock...it feels so good."
It drives Shanks crazy if you're vocal whenever you're riding his dick or face. You better be moaning for him. "Mm Captain...oh Captain." And he would match your moans, not as loud but the dirty talking is sure loud.. "Pussy feels and tastes so good." He doesn't care if his crew hears. They are probably used to it by now.
Sanji
He's a complete sweetheart and a bottom! This man would treat you right! And he's going to treat you so good. Like a princess...no like a queen! "Does my queen need her throne to sit. Of course! Whatever my queen wants!" He's just a babey that wants to make you feel love and appreciated. And of course you eat this up, wanting to take control.
He loves whenever you dominate him in the bedroom, and whenever you're riding him he's a whimpering mess. "My Queen...You feel so good ... So tight, thank you for giving me this. Thank you for your beautiful Pussy." He would be moaning and whimpering out. "Such a good boy, you're doing a good job. You fill me up so good Sanji, Good boy." You moan and throw your head back, Enjoying the moment between the both of you.
Sanji loves tracing his fingers along your body, your chest, nipples and your perfect body. He's going to praise you like there's no tomorrow. "You're chest is so perfect, the way you're moaning, you're just so beautiful my queen...I love you so much." He would moan out. "You're like the perfect meal."
Sometimes Sanji is louder than you, and you have to cover his mouth either with a kiss, your hand or a boob of yours. "Such a naughty boy. What if the crew heard you." You coo softly, teasing him and moving your hips faster making him his hips buckle slightly. "Shh be a good boy and keep your voice down."
Sanji also loves facing riding, imagine sitting on his face. And he doesn't want that bullshit when you hover over his face..no he wants your pussy on his face. Use his face as your chair. You love this position because it gives you so much power, riding his pretty little face. "Touch yourself. You've been good enough." Moaning out, as you move your hips against his face. His tongue licking your sweet juices leaking out. And his hand would immediately make their way to his hard dick and he would be stroking himself. "So good... taste so good."
Hawkins <3
This man tends to keep his sexual needs in check because the captain life is a busy life and he always needs to keep in guard up. But one day you suggested that you wanted to ride him he was stunned and he was lost for words. "You want to ride what?" He struggles slightly. "I want to ride you, I want to ride that cock of yours dear."
And he thought about it, he was going to brush you off and tell you maybe a other time but the way you were looking at him made something stir inside of him and he felt the heat of his face make it's way between his legs. "Very well then. If it means getting you off my back. I'll give in into your lewd request doll." And of course you're happy, I mean who wouldn't want to ride their beautiful boyfriend.
So when it came to the moment between the both of you Hawkins was lost in pleasure. Yes you’ve guys have been intimate before, but he was always in charge. Always taking control of your body. But now that you were on top while his back was against the bed. The way this new position filled you up, he felt even bigger like this. “You feel…so much bigger…like this dear.. I don’t think this is for me..”
Hawkins had to place his hands against your hips, taking his time with you, it took so much willpower to hold himself back from taking you right there. “Doll…” He moans softly. “Take your time…take all the time you need.”
And if you were to whimper in pain or either tear up he would either tell you nothing but pure sweet comments. “You got this doll…it’s okay. Be a good doll for me.” He cooed softly, wiping any tears that you had. For a pirate captain who’s part of the worst generation he sure is a huge sweetheart when it comes to you.
It took time for you to adjust but when you did adjust you were moving your hips against his. Taking in his full length, sliding up and down on his length, Hawkins wouldn’t realize how much he would love this position. The way your mouth hung open as moans slip from your mouth. The way your walls clenched around him. The way your hips moved so prefectly against his. He was in pure bliss. “Mm Captain…” You moan out. “Doll…”
Calling him Captain in the bedroom drives him crazy. Especially if you’re moaning it out. So he would immediately grab your hips and hold you in place and thrust up to his desire pace. “Such a good doll…making her captain feel good. Good Doll. And all mine.”
Hawkins loves watching crumble for him, and even when you’re on top taking control he still has you wrapped around his finger.
Also you tend to moan a little too loud whenever your riding him and he has to find ways to keep you quite. He could either use his hand to cover your mouth or by capturing your lips against his. But if he’s feeling sadistic he would either shove his fingers into your mouth, your underwear or some random voodoo he has laying around. “Shh the crew might hear your naughty sounds.”
He loves hearing you moan because it’s music to his ears. But whenever the crew is near by he doesn’t want anyone finding out what’s going on behind his door. You guys are sharing a deep moment and he doesn’t want anyone bothering him about it later on. But oof if you guys were absolutely alone then moan away, he’ll encourage you to be loud for him.
Whenever he’s reading his tarot cards and you’re feeling needy he’ll make you work for it. “Come here then. But don’t interrupt my reading. If you mange to behave yourself I shall give into your lewd needs again.” He said and gentle pats on his thigh.
You quickly understood his point and immediately sat on his lap. Biting your lip, as he was busy reading his cards he whispered against your ear. “Come on. Start moving Doll. I’m busy so it’s going to be awhile.”
Moving your hips against his thigh, getting that pleasure you’ve been craving for again. Moaning softly, burying your face into his chest. Feeling the fabric of your underwear rub against your sensitive clit. “Mm Captain…need to ride you again. May I?” And of course he’s smirking like a mad man. I mean who wouldn’t. “As you wish my doll.”
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kamii-2 · 1 year ago
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the outsiders gang as things my friends/family have said
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warnings: cussing and sexual things
note: some of the quotes are unrealistic to the outsiders timeline
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ponyboy: *holds up math flash card that says 77 divided by 11*
sodapop: FIVE!
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steve: what in the sweet and sour fuck is that
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darry: i only have 100 dollars
dally & johnny: ONLY?!
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sodapop: he looks gayer than the word homosexual
ponyboy: like you
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two-bit: his name was ben dover
steve: bend over for me daddy
(not shipping)
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johnny: pony why are you in the closet
ponyboy: i’m clean- SHUT UP
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sodapop: i have a picture of my dick
steve: show me, you won’t pussy
sodapop: okay
steve: NO NO NO NO-
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dally: i’m gonna beat your ass without the b
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johnny: i have a new crush
dally: new week, new girl
johnny: I KNOW YOURE NOT TALKING. YOU RUN THROUGH WOMEN LIKE UNDERWEAR
dally: EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
johnny: IM SURPRISED SHES STAYED THIS LONG
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pony: do you wanna fight
johnny: in the bed
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sodapop: i’m taking a shower
dally: without me daddy?
sodapop: AW HELL NAH
(not shipping)
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dally: i’m gonna manifest your death
two-bit: i’m gonna manifest that ass
(not shipping)
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johnny: do you wanna fight
dally: yes
johnny: in bed?
dally: do i look like ponyboy to you
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*playing roblox*
-in fashion famous chat-
sodapop: oh yea harder, faster
dally: i’m trying
(not shipping)
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*talking to ponyboy*
dally: because you’re white and gay. pick a struggle
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okay thats it for now 😭 please tell me if i should do the part two bc i really want to but i need y’all’s opinions on this one first so please tell me, should i do another part?
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rurustims · 4 months ago
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hii there ! you can call me ruru or toffuu, i am plural however generally no other will post on here apart from me, ruru. please read this through for more information about me 🤍
🎐 . about disabilities & disorders of mine
im a high-complex support needs autistic / level 3 autistic with an intelectual disability (low iq). this means i heavily struggle with expressing what i mean correctly and process language differently. also have continued late regression of skills.
i have many disabilities and disorders. please be mindful, respectful and patient with me. Moderate ADHD Combined type, Mild visual impairment, learning disabilities, on the shizophrenic spectrum and mentally ill.
hypermobile enhlers danlers syndrome, chronic fatigue syndrome, chronic joint pain, unexplained momentary paralysis of the legs, medically suspected arthritis.
semiverbal with speech impairment, late met speech milestone. generally part time aac device user.
mildly hard of hearing and future wheelchair user.
🎐 . about my identity & who i am
im an intersex nonbinary transgirl, im also transfemneu and transxenofem and cistrans. i use a lot of xenogenders and am a pansexual lesbian.
i use shi/hir, kid/kidself, pie/pieself, mew/mewself pronouns for the most part, if you struggle with abstract pronouns, you may just use my name or it/itself.
🎐 . what will be on this account?
me rambling and silly posting, talking about my interests as well as my disabilities and my day.
continue below for further information on my beliefs and interests as well as tags.
🎐 . what are my stances / beliefs on things?
i support all types of queer folk and their identities and what they are, no matter if contradictory or not.
i support all plural folk no matter of origin or what labels they use, i wont exclude anyone or try to go at them because of how they believe their brain is wired.
i support educated and informed self diagnosis, however, intelectual disability is not self diagnosable.
lastly dont involve me in any discourse, may that be queer discourse, system discourse or ship discourse, i dont care and it's odd.
the misinformation and ignorance a lot of folk put onto the topic of the puzzle piece symbolism on autism is often ableist and should be worked on in the lower needs autism community.
🎐 . what i like, interests and so on!
special interests of mine
my little pony, specifically generation four or generation three merchandise. its been my special interest for about ten years now.
i have also had a special interest in autism for about seven years now.
and a game called adopt me on roblox has been a special interest of mine for five years now!
hyperfixations of mine which i have or which come back
breaking bad, shameless us, the amazing world of gumball, tokio hotel, cookie run kingdom, heartbreak high, isopods, snails, future man, avatar the last airbender and way more.
hobbies which i have right now
watching cartoons or east asian dramas
collecting toys, rocks, notebooks, stickers, manga, sensory items, stuffed animals and more
🎐 . the tags i might use in my posts
#rurusharing : just a general type of tag of mine, might use this when im just sharing about my day or something which happened.
#rururant : not particularly venting, but could be, it'll be sharing of some sort related to negativity.
#ruruspinterest : this is me talking about my special interests in any way!
rurufixates : mentioning of hyperfixations
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ihatedean · 3 months ago
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please help my baby get his ear surgery done<3
thank you for clicking read more :)
so after months of testing the vet informed us a few days ago that our cat does, in fact, have skin cancer. to get more specific it's actually squamous-cell carcinoma.
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(text is in spanish but im sure google lens can translate pretty well.)
it's affecting the tip/side of his left ear and hasn't spread to his nose or the other ear, so the vet recommended surgery to get the ear removed as soon as we possibly can. this would be on september 2nd, this monday.
exams like x-rays and biopsies have already been pretty expensive so i'm making this post to hopefully offset the cost of his pinnectomy (ARS$180,000->USD$189) even just a little bit. the whole thing has been really stressing and adding to that a messed up family situation where i can't ask them for help, please trust me when i say i wouldn't do this if i didn't need to.
details for the fic commissions:
my ao3 account for reference
right now im working on stuff for supernatural and formula 1 so that's where my brain's at, mostly, but ive done a lot of writing for jojo's bizarre adventure (im Very fluent with jotaro and all part 3-4 characters) and for the argies in the room, i've even written stuff for los simuladores and el marginal. i have no issues writing in spanish (rioplatense).
im also comfortable writing for genshin impact. been playing for years and im familiar with the lore up until fontaine. i've been itching to write something for a while :)
im Very Very familiar with x reader fics and will do OC x Character or OC x OC gladly as long as you provide character art or detailed descriptions to help me capture them best.
im comfortable writing pretty much every ship for the fandoms i named and can do gen, teen, mature and explicit works. im open to all kinks and have a history of doing incest and age-gap pairings. im comfortable with most dark themes— will write dub-con, non-con, cnc, and want to hear your weirdly specific skinks. in general, it's easier to say what i will not do than what i will. no judgement, as long as you respect
what i will not do:
horror
gore
necrophilia
violent non-con or explicit non-con (mentioning it in the story is fine, but i will not write the actual scene)
scat
vore
race play (hateful imagery/racial slurs)
kidfic
for formula 1 im simply inept at doing maxiel and c2. in general, i struggle with max and carlos. won't write anything for lando, sorry. anything else from 2010 to 2024 is fine, and im open to AUs of any kind as well as gender bending :)
pricing
Tier 3 — USD$5 for 500 words. 5 slots open
Tier 2 — USD$10 for 1k to 3k words. 2 slots open
Tier 1 — USD$25 for 4k to 10k words. 2 slots open
if i exceed wordcount in any case, it's on me. i'm a yapper.
contact me here or ask for my gmail in tumblr dms ^^
i can only accept ppal for USD$. if you're in argentina and you're interested, dm me for mercadopago info :)
(if you just want to donate that's totally cool. i just felt weird asking for money without anything to offer. it's a me thing)
ppal link
if you read this whole thing, thank you. here is the boy himself. he's almost 11 years old, incredibly grumpy, manipulative, called ugly by almost all my friends, has already gone through eye surgery so that's why his eyes look Like That, and on the rare occasion he sits on my lap i literally cry.
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please put sunscreen on your cats, especially if they have white hair like aki. we didn't know for the longest time that exposure to the sun could cause skin cancer on cats and by the time we knew and started doing it, it was too late.
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mirohtron · 11 months ago
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im writing for @kaiwewi for this year's Secret Santa :) their prompt was:
Please write a story about a villain who is more of a mascot for their group of competent 'henchman' rather than an actual boss/leader.
Technically, the villain should've had the foresight to see this coming. They should've, probably, mentioned it to their leader, and if not them at least some lower-tier henchman. At least casually. Been like, hey, if I get kidnapped, you'll wanna save me, right? Could be hard to replace me.
Oh, man. 
This wasn't really happening, was it?
A rough, hard punch to the cheek sent their whole world spinning. A pink leather-clad hand yanked them up from the back of their hair to keep them from sinking. The villain considered screaming for help and quickly thought against it. They had to stay put. Had to.
"Got you now," said the crueler hero. What was her name again? Something pretty and harmless that didn't match her dreadful grin. The guy beside her was all red and gold muscle. The villain had seen him grace the covers of a couple magazines before; their mother had been subscribed to Vanity growing up.
Oh, if only their mother could see them right now. Getting kidnapped in a back alley in the dead of night. In civilian clothes too, at that. Embarrassing.
"Took you long enough," the villain replied, and the next punch knocked a tooth out. They spat it out in a bloody glob, staining the red hero's boots. On the black asphalt, their molar looked like a red fucking star. Or perhaps a bloody ship lost at sea. Their saliva was salty and their breath metallic.
Fuck. Fuck, they should've brought this up with their leader at least once.
Red circled Pink like a slinking cat, waiting to strike at her say-so.
"Hurt them," she ordered, and Red drove his knee into the villain's gut, driving all the air out of their lungs, and threw them to the asphalt. Their palms scraped against loose gravel. Their tooth was right beside their little finger. The villain's lungs spasmed and they could barely catch up to their pain.
Their henchmen never hit them. Sure, the villain was used as a mascot, was the assigned 'fall guy' if it all went to shit, but their henchmen never hit them. Why would they? There was no reason to damage your mask... unless they ratted you out to a bunch of heroes.
What a wonderful excuse that would be. Hitting them to build up pain tolerance so they wouldn't go around breaking in interrogations. The villain wasn't even sure what these heroes did to get people like them to break. They'd heard horror stories about electrocution. Hallucinogens. It made their stomach churn.
Pink dug the heel of her boot into the villain's sternum, watching them struggle to breathe. Beside her, Red silently watched the scene occur like a good toy.
"Look at them," she remarked. Her eyes were alight with a predatory glow. "Helpless without their minions."
"Like you without your bitch," the villain rasped.
Pink's expression turned terrible, and she brought her boot down on their face with fury.
The world went white.
There is no point in explaining how they got into this position. The only thing you need to know is this: despite the fear surrounding the villain’s name and their face, despite their grandeur, and even despite the terrifying speeches they spent hours poring over before releasing to the public, all the villain was, was a mascot to their henchmen and their shadowy leader. They were powerless, merely a result of perfect cues and perfect illusions. Behind the scenes, they were as replaceable as a magician’s cards.
The villain could not see for several hours.
It was possible that nobody was coming. A small part of their mind, harbouring a particularly loud voice, feared that their henchmen were already looking for replacements. Maybe they already had a list of candidates that they were crossing out.
In the most pathetic parts of the villain's mind they considered giving up every bit of information they knew, inclined to believe that somewhere out there, was a body double suited up and in the midst of memorising a script. Perhaps in exchange for information, they’d be offered a stable life. How delusional.
Someone had taken their sweater off, and some skin on their forearms was raw and red from when Red shoved them to the ground, tender in the chilly air of whatever room they were held in.
Rough hands forced their arms to wrap around the backrest of a metal chair. The villain took in a wheezing gasp and struggled as they heard the rustle of a thick cord being unwrapped.
"Ugh," came an apathetic voice, and a third hand wrapped around the back of their neck and forced their head down. They couldn't struggle like this; the metal dug into their flesh and they weren't strong enough to put up a fight.
The cord was fastened, and the blindfold over their eyes was yanked out.
Neon lights as bright as the sun blinded them, and they caught the glint of water just below their vision.
“Now,” commanded a voice, and a red hand caught their hair, and before the villain could register a goddamn thing they were drowning.
The villain made the biggest mistake of their life: they breathed, and their brain went into instant shock as water burned their airways. They opened their mouth to gasp and choked on liquid death, ears popping, their body's temperature dropping. The bowl's edges dug into their neck and jaw and they struggled and struggled, feet kicking the floor, hitting table legs and air and other useless things.
The hand on their neck kept them down, cold, unfeeling. Murderous. The villain's lungs burned; the water remained ice cold. Their heart jack-knifed in their chest, threatened to break out of their ribs. The water suffocated them mercilessly.
They were dying. They were dying and nobody was coming to help.
The world went as white as those neon lights.
Cold water ran down their chin, wetting their chest, making their hair stick to their face. The skin on their arms burned from the metal chair. The interrogation (torture?) room was all metal walls and neon lights.
The villain's lungs burned with each breath, but they took in air graciously. Had they blacked out?
A blurry face, pale and cruel, came into view, haloed by the lights. Behind Pink, the villain spotted cuffs hanging from a stained wall. Beside her feet were worn cords, dried blood on them.
The metal on this chair was rusted. They'd need a tetanus shot if they got cut from this, right?
Pink turned to Red, who stood behind them. "Dim the lights."
The hand on their hair left. Pink caught the villain's jaw, leaning down to look at them eye to eye.
The villain took in another noisy, unsteady breath. Their stomach still churned. Their chest felt as cold as their chair.
The lights dimmed until Pink's features were highlighted ghostly white, shadowed menacingly. Red's presence behind the villain felt radioactive.
Someone had to come. Someone had to. They were a good mascot, weren't they? But acrobats were as replaceable to circuses as playing cards were to a magician. They clenched their corded hands into tight, trembling fists.
Her grip threatened to bruise. "I knew there was something wrong with you," she said. "So brave playing the evil guy, treating the city like it's a stage, but without your employers, you're just another regular crook, aren't you?"
The villain’s chest seized at the accuracy with which she’d clocked them, but they forced themselves to give her the most cutting grin they could muster. "We're much more similar than you think, you and I."
Red pulled their head back and pressed something metallic to their neck—a blade. The villain let out a terrified sound, and Pink laughed. "Look at them," she said. "Shaking like a leaf at a blunt knife."
"I could do a lot of damage with it," said Red. He dragged the knife down, rusty just like everything else in this damn room, trailing grime down their skin in its wake. He aimed the point of it at the hollow of their throat, and the villain choked on a noise. "Could poke here with enough pressure, see what happens."
The villain desperately shook their head as much as they could. Pink seemed to delight in their reaction.
Oh, god. They scrambled for some lines stored in their head, from watching movies and reading scripts and writing speeches. "Come on," they tried, struggling to get their voice to adopt a careless lilt. The blunt point of the knife felt suffocating. Was it blocking their blood flow? "Can't we all come to an agreement here?"
They weren’t even expecting a proper response to that. But Pink’s entire attitude seemed to flip, and the look in her eyes went from sinister to eager with such swiftness that it made the villain shiver. "Oh, we could," She said, crouching down and looking up at them with sudden kindness. "Tell me," she said, "what your henchmen are up to." She traced her thumb over the villain's knee. "And I will personally assure your safe withdrawal from them, and you'll never see us or them ever again."
The villain looked down at her in silence, unnerved. A cold drop of water dripped down from their hair, down the bridge of their nose. They wouldn't snitch. They couldn't.
She traced the outline of their kneecap patiently. Behind her, Red stood in silence. His knife was gone. The villain could hear their heartbeat.
"You know," said the villain. "Oddly enough I don't believe that."
Pink lit their knee on fire, broke a fucking bone, did something horrible, because their kneecap lit up in absolute agony and they screamed, and Red was drowning them again.
Their chest was soaked, their jaw ached from all of the punches and backhanded slaps they'd received, and their scalp felt bruised from the harshness with which Pink and Red manhandled their head.
Nobody was coming. The lights were dim and the sun was probably rising outside, and a rising sun meant no shadows for their leader to travel with. They couldn't tell how long it'd been.
It'd been long enough for an alarmingly red bruise to start forming on their knee, though. Perhaps a couple hours. Their leader’s right-hand had once told them how long it took for bruises to form. They reckoned this one would turn a hideous purple in a couple of days and stay like that until next week. If they were alive until next week.
They coughed up water and phlegm. Pink nudged them with rough fingers to their temple. Red sharpened that blunt knife with a whetstone, the sound of it piercingly loud in their ears. It wasn't rusty. It bled, staining the water red, making it glint like the devil's eyes in the low light.
Pink held out her hand. "Bring it over."
Like a fucking dog, Red obeyed. Pink flicked the knife around like a magician did their cards. The villain flinched.
She laughed. God, that dreadful laugh. She pressed the cusp of her palm down on their forehead and a whimper eked out of the villain's throat, but they couldn't snitch. They couldn't. Yes, they were expendable. Yes, they knew their henchmen looked down on them to some degree. And yes, all that they were, was a mask for a coalition of bad guys to hide behind. 
But. But.
They didn't have anywhere else to go.
The knife pressed cold against their neck. Red walked over to see, curious like a child. The lights were so dim that the ceiling was pitch black.
The villain stared at Pink with wide eyes, unsure if this was a threat or the real deal. But then the knife began to slice, and the villain jerked and flinched in their restraints.
Oh, god, oh god oh god oh god. The villain strained their wrists against the cords once more, dug their toes into the fucking floor, wishing something would swallow them up.
"I'm sorry!" they said in their absolutely ruined, drowned voice. "I'll—I'll tell! I swear I'll fucking rat those guys out like it's no tomorrow."
"There it is," said Red in his detached voice.
"There it is," repeated a pleased Pink. She turned the knife up and pressed it to a vein that the villain knew was important because the leader's right hand had mentioned it once. The jugular, or something? They choked on a breath. "Let it all come out, honey."
Oh, god, were they really going to do this? The villain looked at the ceiling, praying for something to come and help them. Their legs and arms shook. Their knee ached. They looked at a shadowy, void-like patch tucked away in the upper corner of the ceiling as though it would save them.
The void stared back.
The villain choked again.
One eye, glowing gold like a ring stared at them. Then another. A pair of eyes staring back at them, familiar ones, gold, like...
Their leader’s face emerged from the shadows, a finger pressed to her lips. Burning relief flooded the villain's veins.
Pink stared at them intently, patiently still. Waiting for a response. Their leader slinked back into the shadows, snake-like in her smoothness, and the villain scrambled to put on a mask.
Like an actor on stage, they twisted their face up in pain, anger, hurt, grief. "They're such cruel people," the villain said, staring deeply into Pink's eyes. "Such terrible, cruel people."
Their leader approached.
Pink leaned in, handed the knife over to Red to pocket. "Poor thing," she remarked.
The villain nodded, leaning in with her. "Yes," they breathed. "Poor you."
They kicked her knees and heard a crunch. Pink screamed, stumbling back, and their leader shot out of the darkness, fist curled and glinting—brass knuckles?—and punched the back of her head. She went down like a rag doll.
"Holy shit—" Someone snapped their cords off, and the villain was quickly hauled up to their legs, that same blade pressing into their neck. They seized.
Red's fist shook as he clutched the villain's hair. The knife quivered.
Their leader froze.
"Get down." Red's voice was calm, but his chest rose in unsteady breaths behind the villain's back.
The other raised her hands up placatingly, slipping the bloody brass knuckles off. At her feet, Pink's body twitched, her hair stained, blood pooling around her head and spreading at an alarming rate. Her twitching seemed to make Red tick worse.
The villain's heart felt close to bursting. Their chest was still wet from that water bowl, and their knee threatened to give out on them. The room was growing darker. "Stop that," gritted out Red. "I'll give you your mascot if you leave us alone. I need—I need to fix her."
"You'll remember us. You'll remember them." Their leader carefully gestured to the villain. "I can't let that happen."
Red didn't want to hear that—the blade twitched against the villain's neck. They whimpered in fright. The shadows twitched closer. "You hit the back of her head."
"Yes, I know how to give someone amnesia."
"I can heal the wound, but the brain damage will remain. She won't remember anything, and, and—" Pink twitched again, some horrible noise escaping her throat. Red's glove squeaked with the effort it took to not simply drive the blade into the villain's neck. "I'll give you your goddamn mascot if you take back the shadows, just let me save her."
The leader looked at the villain, no doubt taking in their dripping wet hair, the slowly forming bruises on their cheeks, the steady way the tiny cut on their neck bled.
The shadows retreated. Red shoved them forward and dove to Pink, quickly removing his gloves and hovering a shaking hand over her wound. He whispered soft, soothing things to her and caressed her bloodstained hair as his hand took on a healing, golden glow.
The villain stumbled into their leader's arms, completely wetting the front of their shirt, but the leader didn't seem to mind. Her arms wrapped firmly around them, protective, and pressed them closer. The villain gladly melted into their embrace, taking in trembling gasps.
Their leader bowed her head to whisper into their ear, "You betrayed us."
The villain bodily flinched. They looked up at their leader, but her expression was blank, unreadable. "What?"
One hand left to fish something out of their pockets, the other arm remained to keep the villain pressed close like a cord. Their leader pulled out a gun and the villain froze, paling, but she merely struck the butt of it against Red's head. It was too harsh; his whole body moved with the hit, and he was thrown to the side. His fingers were still stained with Pink's blood. "You broke, didn't you? You must've told them bits and pieces of information, to keep the pain at bay."
"I—I didn't..." The villain didn't what? They knew they should be defending themselves. But their throat was merely closing up. "Madame," they restarted. "She put a knife to my neck."
Their leader cocked their head to the side, as though they were trying to spot a lie. The villain stepped back and looked down at their feet, pressing a finger to their bleeding neck.
Stationed outside of what turned out to be an old, run-down building was their leader's right-hand. They took one look at the villain's limp and clucked, giving them their arm to hold on to.
It was still a couple hours from sunrise. The villain glared at the ink-blue sky stretching out into the horizon and let the right-hand inspect all the bruises and cuts they could see.
Their leader left to pull out the sleek black car they'd be travelling in.
So their henchmen hadn't come because they cared. They'd just come to protect themselves. Technically, the villain couldn't blame them—they'd been desperate enough to consider spilling all the information they knew to save their own skin.
But still. But still. They'd been drowned.
The villain stared out at all the buildings and streets they passed and tried to get any depressing thoughts out. They'd get out of this. They'd clear their name. And their leader would trust them less, but at least they'd still have a home.
The ache in their knee grew worse with time. To their chagrin, the right-hand carried them into the lair like a bride, and the mascot (they didn't need to pretend anymore) stubbornly stared at their hurt knee, chest still squeezing, heart still pounding. 
The right-hand wanted to take them to the med bay; their leader told him to look after the mascot in her quarters. As the right-hand moved aside paperwork, bottles of ink, and stacks of files and folders from their leader's desk, she went fishing for a medkit in her ensuite.
Right-hand caught their chin, tilting their face up to the light. They brushed a thumb against the corner of the mascot's frowning lip. "They punched you?"
"My tooth's gone."
The right-hand perched them over the expensive wood, their hands steady and oddly comforting. Gone as soon as they were done. "And what happened to your knee?"
"I don't know. One of them squeezed it or something."
"I see." The right-hand brushed their fingers over the front of their damp shirt, frowned, and went to look for drier clothing.
Their leader came back and placed the medkit down on their desk with too much force. The mascot flinched. Their right-hand glanced at them from where they fished for new clothes.
Her expression said: explain. The mascot swallowed.
"I didn't tell them anything," they said.
Their leader tilted their head to the side, and it made the mascot's chest squeeze. She leaned into their space and the mascot clenched their fists. "I'm being very gentle because I know you don't like pain, and I know that that would've made you betray us back in that old warehouse. That red hero knew you were a mascot. What else did you tell them?"
"I didn't—I wouldn't—"
"You would."
The mascot shoved them. The right-hand glanced at the two, alarmed. "If you were as helpless as me, you would crack too!"
Their leader, to the mascot's frustration, showed no reaction to that shove. They went down on their feet despite their hurt knee, putting more distance between the pair. Their hands shook. Some papers flew off of the desk, and the mascot didn't care that they stepped on them.
"I know I would have." Their leader took on a faux-soothing voice. "That's why I'm asking you—what did you tell them?"
"Nothing!"
"You were ready to rat us out like no tomorrow. That's not nothing."
"What?" the right-hand asked from near the wardrobe. 
"Shut up!” yelled the mascot, feeling slightly hysterical. This wasn’t going well. This wasn’t going well at all. “I had a knife to my neck!" They pointed to their cut. They could feel their throat closing, their voice growing croaky. "I was drowning, and they were hitting me, and—" To their embarrassment, wetness was coming to their eyes. They felt terrible. Of course their leader wouldn't trust them; the mascot didn't trust her either. But they felt hurt regardless.
They thought they were worth saving. Weren't they?
"Oh." The leader sounded disappointed. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Don't cry like that."
The mascot threw a bottle of ink at them. It shattered against their chest, staining it black.
Their right-hand was frozen. The mascot swayed on unstable feet, head pounding. Their leader looked at the mess on their chest in mild shock, eyes imperceptibly wider than before. That didn’t make the mascot feel better.
A tear, traitorously, escaped and ran down their cheek. The mascot covered their red face. They could hear their heartbeat. It drowned out every other noise there could be.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come," they confessed. A soft hiccup escaped their throat, and their body felt tight in their discomfort. "It's not like I shattered. I was afraid the moment they caught me. I was afraid I was going to be replaced up until the moment I saw you. But I didn't say a single thing, not until they cut me, because they were cruel—I didn't want to lose my fingers and teeth to people who would never come to save me."
For a very, very long moment, nobody said a goddamn thing. The mascot wished to disappear. Someone touched their shoulder and they swatted that hand off. "Don't touch me."
The moments ticked on. The mascot stared at the floor in a quiet, tired sort of anger. The kind that a toddler experiences after throwing a tantrum that gets them nothing but a tired body and a tear-soaked face.
They should’ve never been saved.
“I’m sorry,” came the leader’s quiet voice. The mascot glanced up and saw that she was not looking at them. “I have misjudged you. I shouldn’t have.”
It would be the mature decision to accept that apology, but the mascot didn’t want to do that. So they stared at their feet and said, bitterly, “When have you not?”
Their leader’s hand was stained with ink, as dark as their shadows, and they rubbed the pads of their fingers together. “You can retire to your quarters now. I’ll send my right hand to check on you soon.”
The mascot was thankful for that; they stepped out of the room and burst into tears immediately.
— 
The right-hand’s fingers rested on the mascot’s hip as they applied a salve to their hurt knee.
“I’m sorry,” came their quiet apology.
“What are you apologising for?”
They didn’t meet the mascot’s eye. The right-hand gazed at their thumb, which traced circles on the villain’s slowly numbing knee. “It wasn’t a unanimous decision to save you, I admit. There was a fight. But the leader and I wanted you back. We were all divided. But she insisted.”
The mascot laughed wryly. “‘Cause I’d leak information?”
“That’s not what was on the forefront of her mind.”
“Then what was?”
The right hand looked up at them, and they really did seem regretful. They cupped the mascot’s jaw. “I knew you were missing a tooth the moment I saw you. We found it, you know, in a back alley near your apartment. She flipped before we could even confirm it was yours.”
“You…confirmed it was mine?”
The right-hand turned a bizarre shade of pink. “When you first joined us, you gave up your medical records. And that includes your dental records, so…”
“...Oh.”
— 
Crickets chirped past their bedroom window. The mascot stared into the darkness of their room, sleep slow to catch up to them. The salve’s effects were wearing off, the pain coming back in growing aches. Faint rays of five a.m. sunlight trickled into their room through gaps in their curtains, glowing prussian blue.
When their eyelids began to grow heavy, the shadows in their room curled towards them, hesitant to touch, keen on encompassing.
“You came,” the mascot mumbled tiredly. The shadows came nearer. “Because you thought I was hurt?”
I was afraid for your safety, said the shadows. But I didn’t make that clear, and I let my paranoia get ahead of my better judgment. For that, I am sorry.
“But you still came,” they repeated, “To save me.”
As soft as morning mist, the shadows slithered around before their lips. I did, it agreed. Of course I did.
The mascot drifted off to sleep, safe and snug.
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maraudersoncrack1981 · 8 months ago
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PETER PETTIGREW STANS PLS READ!!
Hello there my fellow silly little rat lovers, I'm making a fic on Ao3 filled with one shots about Peter Pettigrew, called 50 shades of Peter (the name doesn't relate to the fic every chapter wont be smut). Anywhoo I was struggling to conjure up some ideas and thought, why not ask the people who might be reading it? So id love for you lovely lot to tell me the one shots you would like to read about!! The ships that are gonna be portrayed in some of these one shots are: -Partyvan -Party -Prongstail If you have any ideas for what you'd like to be included or any headcannons you would like me to create into a chapter PLEASEEEEEE comment them! (Im actually begging please)
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fiveredlights · 15 days ago
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You'll be pleased to know I didn't stay up til 4, i just woke up at 6.30 and promptly fell back asleep for 5 hours after reading this last chapter. I've done a couple comments on ao3 now but old habits is infecting my brain so I need to come yell here too.
That website was so cool i can see why with all your coding of various elements of this fic youre switching your degree! a massive good luck for that!!
Matt and Callan have kidnapped me so I understand why you struggled so much to get them to behave. They feel so real as characters that I'm now so sad I can't read more fics about them. Mattlan is now one of my top 5 rpf ships and they don't even fulfill the Real Person requirements there. I wish them both the best in their future red bull/mercedes adventures and championship battle that in my head has to happen.
Max and Daniel are perfect in this. I love your characterisation of them both so much and I hope they have a long and happy life together where Max continues to move the dog statue even though Daniel knows its him now, and Daniel refuses to get rid of it.
Congratulations on finishing this, it'sso good.
As always, I hope your surgery recovery is going well (I have no idea what the recovery time is but completeing this so soon after surgery is such an achievement) and I can't wait to see what you do next, whenever that is.
firstly, very glad that you didn’t stay up haha. im really glad you like the website because i honestly could not sleep tuesday morning because i was laying in bed like “oh my god i hope someone got in oh my god i hope it works”…
now with the website out i've already got cogs turning to try and keep doing these interactive pieces of media because they're my favourite thing. especially because i think it works so well with the social media format. but it's also like i think i've already hit my peak, i legitimately do not know what else i can do that is in my current scope.
matthew and callan. who knew when i went on name generator dot org dot uk that this is where they would be? not me! (also i do find it slightly funny that out of the three main original characters two of them are variations of each other. matthew. matteo. didn't really realise until the last chapter. maybe i'll throw in a mattia to complete the trifecta.)
you made me laugh out loud when you said "Mattlan is now one of my top 5 rpf ships and they don't even fulfill the Real Person requirements there." because this is exactly how i feel. it's maxiel. then mattlan. and they truly only exist in my mind. and it's little bit scary that i'm like the canonical source for it, i'm the one holding the sword. but in true matthew and callan fashion i'm so confident in their abilities to just show up in places they're not meant to be in (see movie star maxiel universe. they're red bull drivers there. so at least in one universe everyone got their wish for them to return to red bull together!) they'll probably annoy and haunt the fuck out of me until i write a proper story for them so i wouldn't worry about not seeing them again.
max goes to extreme lengths to move the dog statue every time daniel comes back home from a race. like daniel could be dead on his feet in desperate need of a hot shower and his own bed but he's not going to bed until he finds this damn dog.
(and thank you for the well wishes on the surgery, i can finally eat real food again so i'm much happier. i literally don't want to see soup or mashed food for like two years. you don't know what you miss until it's gone 💔)
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taegyutomorrow · 2 months ago
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I’m trying to find my way around tumblr looking for more stories to read, but there are some ‘terms’ I’m unfamiliar with and can’t figure out. I did the google search, but it did not help me just recommended stories (seriously Google… you had one job…😐).
So I hope someone sees this and can help me😅.
(I don’t know if it’s relevant but I look/read K-pop fanfics)
1. What are “hard thoughts”?
I saw this listed on a master list (I’m guessing a master list is like a list and over a writers stories, sorted by genre and members/ships) and as a genre alongside smut, fluff and angst I saw “hard thoughts” I also think I saw “hard hours”? What does this mean???
2. Reposted?
Tumblr calls my own page “my blog” and when I shared a story and it appeared in “my blog’. I can see it has 5200 something ‘notes’ (I’m guessing ‘notes’ are like likes). These are the authors likes right? I saw the OG post had about the same notes.
I know I made a comment about how much I loved the story and maybe people liked that, it just confuses me, if I got that many lines/ notes for something that is someone else’s hard work.
3. Can I make a master list as a reader?
I read a story and at the end I noticed by the tags, that it said “made by xxxx” and that was not the name of one the post I found (i found out they had shared xxxxx post I just didn’t notice). This made me slightly waist of plagiarism, but if it’s a reader sharing and spreading the authors story and gaining it more attention (like how I found it) I would think it’s okay. I would love to share my favourite stories with others and have my favourite authors get more recognition! Is that how it works?
And then could I and other readers make a master list of the stories we share so if a fellow MOA sees my ‘blog’ they would easily see I fav and shared stories???
(Please let me know if there are more to some of these things. Like “morally wrong”. I’ve spent a total of 50 minutes on this app ever 40 min spent a reading stories. So I don’t know anything other than what’s on first glance.)
4. What does MDNI mean?
I saw in a profile bio “MDNI!” And another “DNI” what does this mean?
Those are my questions for now. I’m used to reading in AO3 and before that I read on Wattpad, and I’m beginning to read stories on Twitter or X (im also learning how twitter works rn). So I know the most of the fanfic ‘terms’ like pwp, dead dove and so on.
I’m just struggling with how the new apps work (twitter/X and tumblr) and these new terms on here.
Please help🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼💕💕💕💕✨✨
Ps. Sorry if this post doesn’t make any sense… it 2 am I haven’t eaten since 1 pm and I just wanna read more ff but I don’t understand what is going on here😫😫😫😫
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the-flower32 · 1 month ago
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🌸Introduction!🌸
i just realized having a pinned info post would be a good idea so here;
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jovenshires · 10 months ago
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hi katie jovenshires im a big fan. if ur ok with sharing, what ships are in the botb au and what are the vibes for each 👀
thank you so much!! <3<3<3
hmm i've been thinking about this and i think i'm only deadset on spommy, ianthony, kolivia, and amangela as far as like. my canon goes. not sure what if any other ships im gonna include... ive gone back and forth with shaymien and shaynse too but not sure!!
but, i will say, for the most part the edits are mostly left up to interpretation so you can all decide whatever ships you want really!! (or if you don't want any ships at all that's cool too <3) like i've said to me the botbau is a little collaborative barbie world that we can all make whatever we want out of. like i told someone the other day - if you wanna write a fic or make an edit or something for this and it doesn't exactly line up with what i might write or think ab the au... PLEASE go for it. it is out there, public domain now, do with it what you will. and i will love and eat it up no matter what!!
as for the vibes in MY head, i will throw them under the cut so this post doesn't get too long KFNLKNKFNF
spommy: i've covered this a little before here so if you want the full version check that out but BASICALLY spommy is kind of rivals-to-friends-to-lovers except tommy has an Extremely one-sided beef and spencer just thinks he's cool and wants to be buds. eventually spencer wins him over and then... uh oh! love! once again skimmin some details that, if i ever Write A Fic for it, will be spoilers. but that’s the idea you know
ianthony: taking this directly from my dms to lilac but basically. ianthony botbau my beloveds....... to relearn how to co-pilot something with someone that should come so second-hand to you but you're both different people now but your feelings carry through anyway for who they were and are and will be........ yeah theyre everything to me. in a way it's a mirror to life/what actually happened to them with smosh (art imitates life) but the divorce era was even MORE famous because they're like a household name so it was a lot more pressure. idk yet if they were together beforehand and then broke up and now they're getting BACK together or if they had unresolved feelings they never dealt with and now they're struggling to reconcile them with their renewed friendship AND reunited band/the fame that comes from that... but either way they are Messy. im obsessed.
kolivia: kolivia in this au fascinates me because in my head keith is kind of known for being a player and fucking around but i think he stopped that Ages ago because. these two are basically dating. like they don't put a label on it and it's not public and i don't even know if THEY know how in love they are. but they live together. they sleep together "just to blow off steam" (come on now). they don't date other people. everyone can see it but them type beat. olivia's like "he's not my boyfriend" and then picks up the phone and is like "hi baby do you want chinese for dinner" NDLFKNANKSFLN like they are exclusive and they have deep feelings for each other but they are both so deeply in denial that they swear they're not dating. they have realistically been in a relationship for like five years.
amangela: RIVALS TO LOVERS AGAINNNN i have talked about this one a Lot with baflegacy bc like. they are my roman empire. at least these two have met on multiple occasions and actually fought with each other - they keep meeting at gigs/in bars and bickering. angela "clearly abba is the best band ever" giarratana and amanda "WHAT about fleetwood mac you DUMB ASS" lehan-canto. like they meet a bunch and EVERY time they end up bickering. meanwhile angela keeps seeing thirst traps of amanda on tiktok and being like "why are all the lesbians obsessed with her she SUCKS" and chanse and arasha, who have heard this three million times, are like "yeah okay buddy whatever helps you sleep at night." meanwhile amanda is living her bliss <3 and then they realize they're both in battle of the bands and uh oh! things come to a head!
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buqbite · 4 months ago
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ok so!!!! i have. so many thoughts about penacony. aventurine the man you are...... his obsession with facades and masks... his future self shit talking him.... 2.1 truly delivered. his dynamic with ratio is also so interesting.... the contrasts... aven not taking care of himself at all vs ratio the self care king........
there's so much unexplored potential for a friendship between acheron and aven... their similarities as people who lost everything ... how acheron works in the shadows and aventurine flaunts himself yet acheron is much more willing to be... openly vulnerable about her past? as compared to aven..... i care them both dearly anyway!!! i have many thoughts on 2.2 but i don't want to intrude or make this too long ajshldfkjasdjf but yes!!!! im having a good time so far (though i'm kinda fed up with the sunday boss fight) and !!!! looking forward to meeting aven again (myriad celestia trailer!) + seeing what other adventures the astral express goes on...
I FORGOT TO REPLY SORRY
aventurine is just such a fun guy. i become attached to characters who try to sell a specific image of themselves pretty much immediately, because the gradual detachment from their own identity and struggle to properly connect with others is always a delight to see. and aven does it so well! he's completely out of touch with himself - kakavasha and aventurine are practically different people by now.
i care deeply about depictions of cptsd in media, particularly when they acknowledge that it really isnt just depression + anxiety + flashback induced panic attacks in a spot the person you ship them with can conveniently find them in and calm them down. such a big part of it is the way it can completely fuck up your self-concept and worldview cuz yknow. your brain structure is altered. it's the key factor in that disconnect that i just talked about. and that constant sense of impending doom and emptiness are a part of that, which often leads to stupidly reckless behavior. i don't even need to bring up aven's whole gambling thing here, do i?
(also please do note that, as i wrote this bit, welt was even further on the forefront of my mind than he usually is. because of course he would be)
him and ratio are also a fun match, because ratio does not care for the way aventurine flaunts himself (to pretend he has his shit together) in the slightest. he'd do a good job at getting aven to just... slow down, and wouldn't allow their relationship to develop into something unhealthy either.
(its one of the reasons i like avenpaz + ratio, bc aven and topaz on their own would most certainly enable each other's bad habits. they have a bit too much in common in that regard.)
AND ACHERON. ACHERON...
miss raiden bosenmori mei i love you so damn much. she does the "oh, i'm doomed? my struggle was meaningless? well if nothing matters then i will do what i want" thing so well, and every dynamic she has with the other characters is fascinating to me.
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one really big thing to consider is that, since acheron's whole backstory is essentially the bad ending of honkai impact 3rd, she's already seen all of this dreamscape shit. she's been living in the waking world for a long time now. in the quest "when the sacred ginmill closes," her and welt talk about kevin kaslana, someone who used his last resort to try and save humanity from the uphill battle against the honkai and plunge all of humanity into a dreamscape (etc), robbing it of its future.
a big part of hi3 is the direness of the situation, and the way people push themselves to go further and further in hopes of reaching this unattainable peace. it's an absolutely sisyphian task. and acheron let go - she defeated her version of kevin (why would you name him that) and let her homeworld be enveloped by the nihility.
so acheron's been there. she lost the people she loved, struggled against a meaningless end and was changed so irreversibly that she's not even human anymore. and there's a lot of potential for her to properly guide aventurine out of the nihility (i mean that's kind of her job?) and onto a path that's a lot more meaningful to him.
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also, i'm saving a lot of my acheron thoughts for when i actually finish hi3, but there's a few dynamics that i could pick apart and think about forever. my favorites being aventurine and his whole (gestures at this post) stuff, black swan as someone whose whole being consists of memories while acheron perpetually erases them, welt as someone who shares the same experiences and black hole related powers, and firefly, who exists in the moment because she can't dream in the first place, and chooses to fight against the inevitable without being afraid of it.
...also also also i fucking love black holes and i love how it's connected to sun imagery and i think the idea of icarus reaching the sun only to discover a hopeless abyss beyond it is my favorite hsr symbolism thing ever. black holes are like THE thing to show hopelessness and meaninglessness and emptiness and a point of no return, because they devour everything and leave nothing. we don't truly know what lies within a black hole!! we might never find out!!! there are so many suns out there that will end up as black holes but we can appreciate their beauty nonetheless, can't we??? ive never seen a character with black hole (or sun) imagery that didn't fuck severely. a person who will figuratively consume you in your entirety if you get too close. they can't even help it. it gets me every single fucking time. can you guys tell that interstellar changed my brain chemistry when i first watched it as a kid. i need to punch a wall
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tetzoro · 4 months ago
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qimir lore. NOW. 🤲
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what is star wars!aims like.... how do you meet....what is the tension like....how does it culminate....what's the ship name.... all questions that must be answered, stat !!! (pretty please <3 luv u and hope u have been well ! tehe)
ADA MY BELOVED !!! oh im so happy you asked :’) ! i’ve been thinking about this so much and im afraid the answer is long so . apologies hehe. as for the ship name, im still workshopping it i fear !!
okay a little bit about me first. in a sense, i’m a grey jedi but uhh . idk if that’ll last with him around tbh lmfao. i’m proficient in my force abilities and im still narrowing down which specialties i want. my lightsaber is purple ofc bc the users that wield it tend to balance good & evil which fits the vibe here. and yeah !! let’s get into it. i’m putting the rest of the stuff below bc it’s long and well, a little spoilers about his backstory. so BEWARE !
i end up as a youngling in coruscant hehe. i grow up with qimir, we train together to become jedi’s and we both struggle with it immensely as we get a little older. he struggles with his own personal convictions about the jedi order and i struggle to let go of my emotions — mostly circulating around him. the pull i’ve felt towards him ever since we met was strong and as a jedi, you have to cut all your attachments down. i’m not sure how much he outwardly returned my affection, but he definitely felt something. this will be important later hehe
he eventually leaves (abandoning me bye) and well, this is where i struggle even more on my path to the light side. because now im angry, devastated, and i can’t let go no matter how much meditation and training the jedi put me under.
i haven’t decided 100% what i do yet. part of me wants to defect and look for him but the other part wants to stay with the jedi because if he’s alive, they’ll be the most resourceful in finding him. i dont have time to make a decision though because i go on a mission with my master and we run into him. i dont know its him at first though because he wears a mask and i cant see into his head.
he’s incredibly powerful. we all get into it and start fighting. he’s able to hold his own against both of us. i’m able to get his mask off and when we lock eyes i completely falter, as does my master because he also knew him from before. he takes the opportunity to strike the guy down (rip) so now its the both of us.
i’m angry. after all this time he’s finally standing before me. i see how far he’s gone and i can’t help but want to chase after him, but i try to keep myself on the light side. ofc he senses my inner turmoil and tries to feed into it. it makes me snap and i attack him. but the whole time im also yelling about how i felt and yada yada. he’s just deflecting my attacks bc they’re uncoordinated since im so lost in emotion and i end up just stopping LOL. he doesn’t actively attack me the whole time, mayhaps bc… he never wanted to hurt me … mhm mhm
i tell him i would’ve gone with him when he left. (which catches him off guard) so he asks me now and im like … kay (down bad). but tbh i already had mixed feelings about the jedi order and i knew after this little event, they wouldn’t take me back.
SO THATS THE ORIGIN BYE THIS IS SO LONG. i’m not sure where i will take it from here. it’s canon divergent sooo it kinda depends on where the show goes if they keep making more. if not then… we just live happily ever after ig & become evil <3
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youracecard · 3 months ago
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hhhhhnew intro post!!!!!!!!
Pronouns: Xe/It
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I am a minor-
've got 2 sonas, Delilah (usually portrayed without eyes- plus hes part plant) and Daffodil (th silly ghost thing) plus secret third one but yknow...
MY HUSBAND @k4yk4t 's OC WITH HIM,,,, checkers and delilah my beloveds (redraw of mezmorizer!!!!!!)
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i run a (kinda dead) askblog with my friend!! @askscarletsmp :]
go check out @y2kig-experience i beg they r so cool and awesome and deserve awesome things
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mynameiskanade · 7 months ago
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I know you're friends with her, but please block pmz, she is a pro shipper (shipping her oc with sam despite him being gay). She also inserted faust into her period fetish on Archive of Our Own. Please trust me on this one, but she is also faking being trans and gay and just wants to invade the community. I am sorry you were friends, but she's not a good person and you need to know that.
1. respect preferred names and pronouns u fuck, chrys has stated ‘pmz’ as a trigger. i get that you hate him but what the fuck
2. chrys is a trans man, he has stated so and is uncomfortable with she/her pronons. even if chrys was fakeclaiming, use he/him pronouns, and atleast respect pronouns. im bigender (demigirl demiboy) and i use he/they/star. stop claiming shit without giving evidence, hes literally not doing anything to ‘invade’ the community. i cant just trust you annonie?
3. crimson is a trans man AND gay. the fuck you mean proshipper? are you just transphobic
4. its not ‘period fetish’, it’s called writing a fic about a trans man’s struggles. period emphatizes the gender dysphoria of faust in that fic. (<- chrys told me in dms). also sam (and crimson i remember?) comforted him about his period at the end. thats not so period fetish bro.
5. get the fuck off my page, im sorry you’re a whiny bitch about most of these unless you have evidence of fakeclaim, but you’re still a whiny bitch even if theres evidence of fakeclaim and you need to know that!!
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ohshy · 10 months ago
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Apart from Hipercy, what are your favorite punch out fics?
im assuming u meant ships right?? IN AAANY CASE, here u go bro !!
Royal army (von kaiser x king hippo) is definitely up there as my favorite PO ship. I love how it started out as a crackship from a joke in animal crossing but then just delved into Whatever the fuck w/ maber KJDHKSJF.
But seriously though !! they just Work somehow... like you have both of them having royal names (albeit i hc hippos is an actual title he carries, and kaisers more of a stage name bc of his interest in royal n military history). Plus, I think kaiser would b very interested in learning more ab hippos culture n hippo would b happy to indulge him. It's what elevates Kaiser from ''just another peasant'' to Hippo as someone who he's willing to talk to! Not many people take his title seriously as hippo island's fairly unknown outside of the south pacific hes from, so when they first meet, Kaiser's a huge breath of fresh air to him.
Seeing as Kaiser is a polyglot as well in my HC, I like to think he was one of the few people in the WVBA who had prior knowledge of Hippo Island and it's language. Although Kaiser can only speak a couple basic sentences and struggles with the pronounciation, Hippo still appreciates the effort. In turn, Kaiser has also taught Hippo some German, the language being easier to Hippo due to the sounds made.
Totally T4T (tism4tism).
ALSO imagine the hippo island kids n kaiser's academy kids going on some type of exchange w/ one another !! theyd have the time of their lives !! The kids would totally get into an argument over who's cooler too.
They're a lot like opposites attracting as well. Hippo, although he is responsible to his people, is generally a lot more easygoing n defo helps kaiser let loose a bit more like how he did in his 20s (berliner party days baybe !!!) But Hippo learns a lot from Kaiser too ! he really admires his work ethic, and loves how much of a leader n fatherly he is to the kids he teaches. He admires his resilience as well, both having confided much into eachother. His resilicience almost like a... MACHINE?!? Either way, both have positions in which they lead in some way, and theyve both taught eachother a lot.
Also they bond over dead mother figures (hippos who died of illness, and kaiser's who went missing when he was very young.)
As for how they'd butt heads, would be kaisers endless need to seek approval due to his dad being emotionally constipated, and hippos occasional emotional outbursts (poor emotional regulation). also hippos friendly teasing (how he shows affection, aside from physical contact) sometimes strikes a nerve w/ kaiser, esp if it's about his age or career.
One time, after a particularly exhausting match, kaiser just fell asleep on hippos lap as the latter was holding him. Aran walked by in disbelief, w/ hippo going ''heh, jealous? ;)'' w/ aran going ''Nah, not at all''
One last thing.... hippo sees kaiser as a kitten (thank you maber for that idea i am obsessed); kaiser's height n physique r significantly smaller than hippo's, leading to hippo often times patting him on the head n even picking him up like he weighs nothing. Kaiser secretly rly likes it, but he won't tell him directly because yknow... hes got a rep to protect.
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^ Kaiser to Hippo
other ships i like include.... Red bull (soda x bull) burnt bread (joe x aran) u can blame charlie for both those (jk jk bro im glad u got me into those ships. But please read his fics, thats how i got into them) and disco kid x heike kagero !!
Red bull is just very neat bc of the whole, in simple terms, sunshine x grump dynamic (and im saying simple terms bc charlie's fics flesh out their relationship A LOT more n its basically the best ok go read his fics), burnt bread bc of how unlikely yet funny it is, and disco x heike bc, eventhough theyve never interacted, you KNOW theyd absolutely be bffs at the very least.
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