#why is it so sinister though more at 11

[normalbrothers]

#where tommy kneels inside a semi-circle of very erect ... men

[limethefirst]

Let me hear you SCREAM

pairings: Ghostface (Billy Loomis) x Reader

warnings: violence, killer is after you, mentions of blood and getting cut, crude language

summary: after getting a strange call from a random number you decided to humor man on the other line, unbeknownst to you the man seems to have other plans

a/n: in honor of spooky season I’ve decided to write a silly little story because I’ve seen a lack of Billy’s ghostface fics on here adios 🫡

'RING RING RING' The sound of the landline echoed through the empty house, its ringing drowning out the movie playing on the TV.

It was around 11 pm and your mother was still at work leaving you alone for the late night hours. You continued to listen to the ringing of the phone before ultimately getting up from your comfortable position on the couch and making your quick trip to the island in the middle of the kitchen grabbing the device.

"Hello, who is this?" Silence followed as you waited for a response from the mystery caller, "Hello?" A groan escaped your lips as you got ready to hang up.

"Hello?" A deep voice answered you, prompting you to hold on to hear what the person had to say.

“I think you have the wrong number,” Not having recognized the voice you thought it’d be better to just hang up and get back to your movie.

The mystery man didn’t seem to want to let that happen though, “Wait, don’t hang up,” the man sounded desperate to continue talking and so you felt somewhat compelled to wait.

You chuckled lightly at the situation, “Why?” You asked, a smile grazing your face. As you waited for him to answer you leaned against the wall twirling the cord of the phone.

“I wanna talk to you” You hesitated before debating to stay on the line, curiosity peaking as to what more he had to say. The movie was starting to bore you anyway, having been the 6th time you rented it from the video store Randy worked at.

“Hm about what then?” You decided to amuse the stranger and talk more, thinking what’s the worst that can come out of this. You walked back over to the TV shutting it off seeing as you no longer felt interested in the movie.

You heard shuffling on the line as the man answered, “What’s your favorite scary movie?” His voice started to sound more sinister but you tried to dismiss it.

“Silence of the Lambs, I suppose,” The man let out a lowly chuckle, seemingly pleased with the answer before he continued.

“Now, what’s your name?” His voice darkened, having no more comfort behind it.

You started to feel creeped out, no longer enjoying the conversation as you slowly made your way back into your kitchen, getting ready to hang up, “Why do you want to know?” You were nervous but didn’t think much of it, just wanting to end the conversation and go to bed now.

“I want to know who I’m looking at..” You could practically hear the grin on his face.

Goosebumps traveled up your arm and your grip on the phone tightened, “Fuck you asshole,” You quickly slammed the phone into the wall hanging up on the man. Slowly you walked away just to hear it ringing again.

You didn't want to answer, there was no reason to but there was a strange feeling that you should pick it up, "I said fuck off!"

"Aren't you feisty doll," The man mocked you, his voice had a teasing tone to it but you knew better then to believe that, "Let's play a game,"

You were getting fed up again and were about to hang up when he said something strange to you, even stranger then the last, "What door am I hiding behind?"

What the fuck?

You didn't even have time to think as suddenly the bathroom door suddenly flung open and a man in a ghost mask ran through the halls barreling towards you, a sharp object that you could only assume was a knife was held in his hand.

As he gets closer you threw the phone at him, successfully hitting him but not hard enough to slow him down. You ran around the island in the middle of the kitchen trying to get to the front door, fear and adrenaline taking over your entire body.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You yell, hoping you’ll get out of this alive.

Just as you're about to reach the door, the man grabs your wrist and throws you onto the couch, he quickly towers over you, as he grabs ahold of you pinning you down as he applies pressure to your neck with his knife.

Slowly blood begins to seep from the light wound you acquired from the knife. The man seems to notice this and begins to back up before trying to stop the bleeding, which was strange since you assumed he wanted you dead.

Not wasting this chance you kick the man in the stomach and quickly run back to the phone dialing 911 hoping you’ll be able to call them in time.

Ghostface seemed to notice your plan and as he recovered from the blow beginning to run around the couch to get to you, but not fast enough as you already had the police on the line telling them your address and the current situation you were in.

Realizing he didn’t have much time the masked man ran out the back door but not before staring you down and tilting his head, he was taunting you and you knew it.

Almost as soon as he left you got another call, you were scared to answer, you hesitated but you knew he wouldn’t come back, the police were already on the way and so you answered.

“You’re a lucky one aren’t you doll?” The man let out a lowly chuckle, but you could tell he was tired from the chase.

“Oh fuck you,” you hissed, seething with anger and fear.

The man laughed at your response, “You wish,” that was the last thing you heard him say before you hung up, hearing the police sirens nearing.

You just couldn’t wait for this all to be over but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be for a long time, he would be back.

[atriza]

In Your Shadow

Yandere Lee Heeseung x Reader

Summary: You’ve always thought of Heeseung as a kind and dependable classmate, but late one night in the university library, you realize there’s a darker side to him. His quiet obsession with you has grown into something far more sinister, and you soon find yourself entangled in a dangerous game of control and devotion.

Word Count: 1,000

Trigger Warnings:

Stalking

Obsessive behavior

Non-consensual physical contact

Emotional manipulation

The university library was your sanctuary—quiet, vast, and mostly deserted during the late hours. You liked the solitude, the way the silence let you focus. But tonight, that silence felt heavier, almost oppressive.

You glanced at the clock on your laptop: 11:42 PM. The soft hum of fluorescent lights above and the distant rustle of pages were the only sounds. You stretched your arms and leaned back in your chair, letting out a quiet sigh.

From the shadows of a nearby bookshelf, Heeseung’s sharp eyes tracked your every movement. His breath hitched when you smiled to yourself, completely unaware of his presence.

He’d been following you for months, though you’d never noticed. Heeseung had always been quiet, the kind of classmate who blended into the background, but his feelings for you had grown into something uncontrollable. What started as admiration became fixation, and now he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else being near you, touching you, or even looking at you.

You closed your laptop, ready to call it a night. As you gathered your things, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, as if you were being watched. You turned, scanning the dimly lit library. It was empty—or so you thought.

Shaking your head, you muttered, "Get a grip, Y/N," and made your way toward the exit.

But as you stepped into the hallway, Heeseung emerged from the shadows. His steps were soft, calculated, until he was right behind you.

"Y/N," he called, his voice startlingly calm.

You jumped, spinning around. "Heeseung? What are you doing here?"

His lips curved into a small smile. "I could ask you the same thing. It’s late. You shouldn’t be out alone."

"I was just finishing some work," you replied, clutching your bag tightly. Something about his presence felt off, but you dismissed the thought. Heeseung was always kind, always polite.

"I’ll walk you home," he said, stepping closer.

"Oh, that’s really not necessary—"

"I insist," he interrupted, his tone firm but still gentle.

You hesitated but nodded. "Alright. Thanks."

The walk home was unnervingly quiet. Heeseung walked beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze fixed straight ahead. You couldn’t shake the feeling that his usual warmth was gone, replaced by something colder, more calculating.

When you reached your apartment building, you turned to thank him, but he was already watching you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.

"Thanks for walking me," you said, trying to sound casual. "Goodnight."

Before you could step inside, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist.

"Heeseung, what—"

"You shouldn’t stay out so late," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. His grip tightened slightly, and his eyes bore into yours. "Anything could happen to you."

"I’m fine," you said, your voice trembling. "You don’t need to worry about me."

He shook his head slowly. "But I do worry. I always worry. You don’t understand how dangerous it is, Y/N. You’re so careless, so trusting. What if someone hurt you?"

"I can take care of myself," you said, trying to pull your wrist free, but his grip only tightened.

He stepped closer, his voice dropping even lower. "No, you can’t. That’s why I’m here. To protect you."

Your breath hitched as the full weight of his words sank in. "Heeseung, let me go. Please."

His expression softened, but his eyes still held that unsettling glint. "I can’t do that, Y/N. I care about you too much. Don’t you see? You need me."

Tears pricked your eyes as panic surged through you. "You’re scaring me."

His grip loosened just slightly, and he frowned, as if your fear genuinely hurt him. "I don’t want to scare you. I just want you to be safe. To be with me."

You shook your head, your voice trembling. "This isn’t normal, Heeseung. You’re not protecting me—you’re controlling me."

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might let you go. But then he smiled—a soft, almost sad smile.

"You’ll understand one day," he said, his tone eerily calm. "You’ll see that everything I do is for you."

Before you could respond, he released your wrist and stepped back. "Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well."

He turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, trembling, your heart pounding in your chest. You fumbled with your keys, finally unlocking the door and slamming it shut behind you.

But as you leaned against the door, trying to calm your breathing, a chilling thought crossed your mind: this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Somewhere in the darkness, Heeseung was still watching.

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[imaginedanvrs]

my demon gave me everything

part 11 l masterlist

summary: dark!natasha romanoff x reader. Natasha Romanoff saves the world. Morals, lifestyle and past aside, the fact is that she puts her life on the line for everyone else. And for this, she believes she’s owed something. She saves billions of lives on the regular, so why not take the occasional one for herself?

word count: 1k

warnings: established kidnapping, physical and psychological abuse, power dynamics, manipulation, stockholm syndrone, choking, gun play, sexual themes

Natasha wasted no time in exploring the territory of the new dynamic she found herself controlling. Though she told herself to refrain from breaking any more bones, the redhead certainly wasn’t cautious to become heavy handed with you again. In fact, she was itching to do so. It was effortless to ease you back into it, simply bringing back out the larger toys she had already familiarised you with to make you stretch and ache while still yearning for her. 

  Similarly, Natasha was able to introduce you to more sinister toys she hadn’t gotten around to using such as the riding crop. Surprisingly, you took it better than the belt even though she wasn’t holding herself back then like she had been when she was cautious of breaking you too early. That wasn’t a concern any more and left Natasha free rein to create as many welts on your ass as she pleased. They looked so pretty on top of the bruises and the screams that had been torn from your throat made your voice weak for days. The same could be said for your legs, leaving you almost bedbound for a couple days. 

  But this wasn’t enough for the assassin whose violent urges seemingly came out of nowhere. One evening Natasha had been in a sour mood from a mission gone wrong and came home to you watching a film on the sofa. She had sat with you for a while without many words exchanged when the sound of popcorn suddenly drove Natasha up the wall so she had wrapped her hand around your throat and squeezed. Hard. You were no doubt shocked at first, but after several seconds the doting smile upon your face struggled to be replaced, with the noticeable leanway for the discomfort of having no oxygen. You had continued to gaze up at her as though you were waiting for her to either stop or make you pass out. Even after she withdrew her hand to slap you, not giving you a second to catch your breath, you tried to kiss the redhead.

  It was when she was kissing the red marks around your neck better that you told her you loved her for the first time. Once it processed, Natasha made you say it over and over, loving how vulnerable you sounded when it tumbled from your lips. You were as infatuated as she was, dangerously obsessive.

  Things certainly became interesting for Natasha after that night. Frustratingly, that was limited as the spy had already taken a good chunk of time away from her work and couldn't continue to decline calls from Fury for much longer. The only upside that came from it was that Natasha kept the power on for you to watch tv or make yourself some snacks while she was gone. 

  You weren’t allowed back upstairs though and hadn’t been since spending the night in the upstairs bedroom. The door remained locked, just like the balcony door, for what Natasha assured was ‘your own safety’. “I can’t have anyone coming to steal you,” she had told you before leaving one day. You had practically swooned at how protective it was. Not possessive, protective. Even though she had told you that after splitting your lip open, you hung off her every word. 

  After that, Natasha realised she could do whatever she wanted to you. 

  Much to your delight, the redhead brought down all of her personal belongings from her bedroom and placed them in your own, allowing you to admire them better and pushing Natasha to get some art for the apartment. She had rolled her eyes with a small smile at the suggestion at first but twenty minutes later she gave you her ipad to pick something, under her watchful eye of course. 

  The redhead had also installed a panel on the wall by the kitchen that she could send messages to. You couldn’t receive any from anyone else or send anything back because there was no need. Though Natasha never said it, if you really needed something she would be able to see it when she checked the cameras when she was out. She would tell you through the new screen if she was going to be gone for much longer or remind you to complete some chores you may have forgotten about. Either way, whenever you heard the simple chime from the screen, you practically ran to see what it said. Natasha always liked watching that. 

  It was almost midnight on the day when Natasha eventually told you she loved you. In the time running up to that moment she had made you say it to her countless times a day without ever saying it back, not sure if doing so would shift the power balance but soon discovering it would only make it greater. The three words had slipped from her lips after playing Russian roulette with you for the good part of an hour. It had been terrifying…but also thrilling. Each click had run through the apartment and made you fear for your life that was forced into Natasha’s hands. 

  Once on the final chamber, at the last second the assassin had pointed her gun just past your head and fired into the wall behind you. The ringing went on for a while in your ears and the hole in the wall was one Natasha never planned on filling, leaving it as a memento of the night she first told you she loved you. 

  From then, you never let yourself question your safety in the hands of the redhead. Sure, she could hit you, beat you, burn you, ruin you, but none of that mattered in the face of Natasha’s love. She took care of you and knew best and in return, you just had to let her.

[shini--chan]

Hello there! Can I request a yandere light yagami blackmailing a smart classmate into working as assistance in his ministration and falling for her or a yandere karasuma falling for a normal female teacher of class E? Thank you and have a good day regardless!

Of course you may, and both ideas will be addressed. 

Yandere Light Yagami - The Tree of Insight

What a wondrous day it had been, thinking that you had gone mad. The worst part of it was that that monster had taken the greatest pleasure in taunting, floating above you and quipping and giggling the longer the hours drew by. Not even covering your ears had blocked out the rasping voice, as it had mused that you were awfully particular for a mortal. 

When you got back home, you would go through your family's medical records to see if schizophrenia infected one of the branches - that might explain the hallucinations then.

Ryuk, or that was at least what he called himself, bobbed up and down as he floated to your side. The other students that were walking up and down the road didn't bother him, as he simply fazed right through them. Suddenly, the apparition flew sideways, and out of reflex, you imitated the apparition out of reflex. 

"Keep going that way, kid. You have somebody waitin' for ya", the raspy voice of that… thing, said loud and clear. As fried as your nerves were, you were tempted to lash out, to disobey out of petulance. Today had been a rough day, and it had been reflected in your demeanour.

Your peers had constantly been casting worried glances your way, and even a teacher had pulled you aside to inquire if everything was alright. As touching as you would have normally found it, it had just been annoying and had exacerbated your mounting irritation. By the end of the school day, you had just wanted to be left alone. Maybe that's why you solemnly followed the floating clown’s instructions - yelling out loud would just make you appear mad, and you were also curious to where heeding the directions would lead to. 

There really was somebody waiting for you - a little to the side of the road, at the  edge of the park that was directly next to the school, was Light Yagami. Now that was strange - he normally went home with his friends. Then again, he had been acting weird for the past few weeks, his slightly standoffish nature being amped up to 11. 

As you approached him, he lowered the book that he had been reading, and raised a questioning eyebrow. All of this seemed like a bad idea. Then, the monster ripped the book out of the boy’s hands and added: “Not act so oblivious. You’re gonna get nowhere by playing coy now, kid”. 

Light shot it a baleful look. “Getting bored already, Ryuk?”, he asked slightly. Brown eyes focused on you the entire time, gouging your reactions. Before this conversation could continue without you, you butted in:

“You can see him too, Light? What is your connection to this … thing?”

It was comforting that you weren’t seeing things that weren’t really there, but on the flip side it meant that more sinister things were afoot. Judging from the plotting expression on your classmates face, he surely wouldn’t disappoint when it came to the latter. 

“Ryuk here is a shinigami, and before you ask, he’ll be in your life a while longer. How, that is up to you to decide.”

Why was he being so unusual to the point? Though, his statement did imply that he had a measure of control over this shinigami. An interesting tidbit that you would dwell and muse over in the future. 

“And why that? What do you want from me?”, you asked.

At your sides, your hands balled into fists, with your nails digging into the tender skin of your palms. With each passing second, this situation was becoming worse. While you were quick on your feet, both mentally and physically, the matter at hand was devolving too fast for you to keep up well. There was no chance of you darting a few steps ahead and taking control, and that was probably intended by Light.

“You truly are a delight. It is wonderful to converse with somebody that can keep up so well. In other circumstances, I would have to spoon feed the whole matter bit by bit”, Light mused, his eyes crinkling in a strangely genuine smile. “What I mean, is you either work for me, or I’ll have Ryuk haunt you until your sanity slips.”

Your heart pounded in your ears upon his words. Turning your head slightly, you stared at the shinigami, at those wide bulging eyes, at that too slim face and the staples at the collar. Today has been hell in its own way, with that spirit dogging your every step, holding its one-sided conversation and making life just difficult in general. Since it could interact with the physical world, as it had just demonstrated a few moments ago, which meant it could even drive you to madness. Today just had been a foretaste, and the demon had been holding back. 

This was too much, too fast. As it was, you were tired, and frustrated and disappearing to go live in the middle of nowhere sounded very attractive right now. What other choice did you have but to give in? 

As indicated above, Light would put you in a position where you wouldn’t be operating at full mental capacity and offer you a deal that you can’t refuse. Since there would be many roads to Rome, in this case, he wouldn’t resort to threatening you with the Death Note. If anything, with L tailing him, having you suddenly die or report him as Kira and then die would be very suspicious and make things more complicated than needed. So he would blackmail you the old fashion way, or use Ryuk to some capacity. 

Next to his feelings for you, having you at his side would serve another purpose - you would act in his stead should he be incapacitated. With two people on the job, the whole thing would go even faster, and give the appearance of an organisation to L. Asides, while Light is arrogant and under a lot of scrutiny and thus makes mistakes, you wouldn’t be, or at least not to the extent that Light is. 

Perhaps he’ll even draw you to his side, and make you see things his way. In that case, it would eradicate some of the fears that he would have about you acting against him. Also, with you looking at the other woman in Light’s life, like Misa, you would come to the conclusion that being the goddess of the new world wouldn’t be a really good position to be in. Best stay the secretary. 

Yandere Tadaomi Karasuma - Normie 

Karasuma would be drawn to you exactly because you are normal. You are no government agent or super spy or assassin-in-training. You are just a normal person, caught up in something far too big for you to handle; way out of your depth in many ways. To him, you would represent an opportunity to just switch off from all the official business for a few hours, touch grass and all that jazz. But because you are worlds apart in many a sense, he would start to dig his claws in you. 

Through the whole experience with Koro-sensei, you would be forced into a world where you would have to hit the ground running, and learn fast. Though you’d probably never be on the level where you would be able to go toe-to-toe with any of the special staff, or even the students for that matter, you would still have to be aware of the basics. With that, two things would become a reality - you would gain an understanding of all the spy and agent shenanigans, and therefore would understand Karasuma when he would complain about his day to you. Secondly, it would probably be him that reached out to you to help you with the situation, and thus a bond would form. 

At first, he would tell himself that he would have to be more privy to your daily going-ons for security reasons. If anything, you would be the weak link in the chain, and he would have to make sure that you don’t spill the tea or become a chess piece of third parties. Then, he would convince himself that he would have to spend so much time for you to ensure that you don’t have a mental breakdown. The whole situation would be never stressful in any case, and the last thing that would be needed would be for a normal staff member to become out of commision. 

These would all be excuses and justifications that he would formulate to distract himself from his own feelings for you, and why he is spending so much time with you. This problem would just be exacerbated by the fact that the octopus would ship the two of you - hard. It might even be that, that would force him to acknowledge his own feelings to you. 

With the pressure of the world ending, the secrecy and his own disposition, the agent would find himself spending an unnatural amount of time with you. Since he’d be one of the very few that would be in the know about the whole situation, you would find yourself embracing it - to a certain extent. Beyond a certain point, he would start spending too much time with you, maybe even going so far as to make you move in with him. All your concerns and protests would be waved away due to “security concerns” and the like. 

Due to that exact reasoning, he would do background checks on your family and friends, and start dictating who you can see and not. When the attacks on the school would start, this point would become all the more relevant. All that would make his protectiveness over you increase. The worst part of it would be that you wouldn’t be able to do a lot against him, since he would have the power and the skills to control your life and make all his arguments seem plausible to third parties.

[diseaseriddencube]

My Hazbin Song Rankings

Sometimes I only enjoy small sections of a song, but if those sections are good enough it can still rank higher than a song with a high percentage of decent sections.

Hell’s Greatest Dad: there's parts I don't like much but the song still gets 10/10 from me. The beginning segment for Lucifer and Alastor are my absolute favorite. After that it gets a little eh? I wish that fiddle moment went on for a second longer. Alastor's second section is more like 7/10. Mimzy is...yeah

Poison: 10/10 perfectly solid, no parts I dislike, while I prefer Angel's pilot va more in general, this guy does a good job especially for the songs. The song's catchy, no interrupted or talking sections, the animation for it is also very nice.

Hell Is Forever: 7/10 I like this one, Adam's chorus is absolutely a banger. the sections in between the chorus are more like 5/10, this one's in my playlist

Stayed Gone: 4/10 for the song as a whole, but the actual singing segments get a 7/10 for me, it just bothers me that half the song is talking rather than actual singing. I like Vox's voice, and Alastor plays well in contrast. The tune is nice and catchy, and the ending is perfectly sinister. That's the tea~ (this is in my playlist, with cropped out sections)

INSIDE OF EVERY DEMON IS A RAINBOW: the better beginning song from Charlie, 6.5/10. it's fairly catchy actually but it's not my favorite by a mile

Respectless: 6/10, Carmilla's got a nice powerful voice but Velvette's sections are the part I enjoy, it's a decent song but it won't go in my playlist.

Finale: the majority of the song gets like. 3/10. don't love it. the 25 seconds from the Vs get an 11/10 why couldn't the entire song be this good 😭 Alastor's part from a song perspective is maybe 4/10, as a scene it's a 10/10, but we're ranking the music alone here.

Loser, Baby: 6/10, I like the older style, the beginning part doesn't have appeal but I like the swing of the chorus. Husk's voice in general ain't my favorite but it's alright for this genre. Angel doesn't sound great in this one. Not going in my playlist but I like it well enough.

Happy Day In Hell: solid beginning song, very disney princess. It's not quite my thing, but it's catchy enough and doesn't bore me. 6/10 it ain't bad. wouldn't go in my playlist but I like it well enough

Inside of every demon, is a lost cause: a pilot song, any Alastor song may get a biased ranking, this gets like 5.5/10 though, it never really got my attention much as a song.

Out For Love: 5/10 eh, nothing about it I particularly hate, but it's forgettable and not doing anything for me. didn't need to be a song.

You Didn’t Know: the beginning sucks so bad, stop saying Sera you're pissing me off 😩 Sera's voice ain't doing it for me. Lute's beginning is where it starts getting better. maybe because they're reprising the much better Hell Is Forever. Charlie and Emma's duet is quite badass though. 5/10

Welcome To Heaven: 3/10, catchy but forgettable. didn't need to be here.

More Than Anything: put it away please. 3/10, it's fine I'm just really bored of it, if it wasn't 3 whole minutes long maybe I'd be more okay with it

More Than Anything (Reprise): just put. it. away. please!!!!

Ready For This: 3/10 I'm just bored, nothing wrong with it. forgettable. 5/10 for that little alastor/rosie section, I love their little dance too.

It Starts With Sorry: ugh. 2/10 I wouldn't put this on my playlist at all. it's slow and sappy and uuuuggghhh this did NOT need to be a song, bad viewer experience

Whatever It Takes: 2/10 put this shit away, this didn't need to be a song, it's so boring ahhhhhhh, Carmilla doesn't even sound great in some parts of this. it just goes onnnnnn and oooooonnnn. Vaggie's singing voice bothers me because she doesn't sound like herself, I honestly though she had a separate singing va

[chiquititaosita]

Maki Zenin x Latina fem reader 🫶🏼🌶️👹

¡! ❞ synopsis: maki x latina reader varying headcanons, with slight mentions of nsfw descriptions, and suggestive writing

osita note: yall im making more soon asap, writing is back in the groove more gay shit coming soon! hope y’all love it @kenruu @sanjisblackasswife @yourrfavzxri @chrollohearttags @chocolatetheoristcloud @sanjis-all-blue @euphofic @roronoaswifey @cookiepie111 @sierae @hqkalon

maki being the girlfriend to write you notes on a sticky note in places you’ll be looking for stuff. “have a good day at work! fuck that bitch (coworkers name).”

Maki who spoils you by buying you food, and even cooking sometimes. She comes to terms with accepting the use of vicks vaporub and newspaper cones.

Maki Zenin being the girlfriend that literally checks you out unintentionally, and her sister calls her out.

“You’re checking her out aren’t you?”

“So she’s not your type.” “but that’s my girlfriend.”

“Hey she’s mine back off!” she gets jealous so fucking easily, and is kinda tóxica but we stan it.

You yelling at Maki and slapping her hand with a wooden spoon with a small hit. Then itadori with a PAM! because they attempted to eat your cooking that’s still raw and needs to be cooked thoroughly.

“Wash y’all’s damn hands!!” You’ll be yelling that in Spanish and putting your hands on your hips.

I mean if you you yell at Maki or anyone in español She’s gonna get her pushy wet, call it Niagara Falls up in this bitch.

“AYO THOSE ARE MY TITTIES!!” she’s gonna cover you up if you have a nip slip or a fashion mishap. Or get nobara to help you. She don’t mess with taken women, nobara goes after married men PURR

here y/n is just being fussy; and crying if she gets hurt, “who did this to you!?…” at first in her head she’ll be like oh shit.

“What happened…?” bitch will fight the whole jujitsu society and even risk her life as a sorcerer for you. BECAUSE SHE LOVES YOU SO DEARLY INTO HER HEART.

ms girl loves your cooking and your body with stretch marks and freckles. “And I thought you were my breakfast.”

FaceTimes you when you’re on break, ALWAYS COMES HOME TO YOUR COOKING AND CLEANING. Because she’s never been taken care off because her dads a bitch. she starts showing affection to you slowly.

“i know you’re homesick, so i brought you pan dulce from the panadería.”

“you want me to help you with anything?” she really doesn’t know how to ask you for help, but instead she takes over the whole task on doing it.

“you need to be careful, okay?” overprotective 11/10

cuddles are necessary with her always

she’s always gotta be touching you on your thighs your ass or your titties, even the small of your back

“My girlfriends coming! And she’s gonna kick your ass!” The minute she feels somethings not right! 🏎️ nyooom!! She’s gonna use her cursed objects to find you AND KILL THEM MFS

Maki to the rescue. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She’s gonna kill these bitches with no mercy. Maki has already lost her mother and she can’t risk the chances of losing you.

She calls you mama, princess, baby, y/n love, love, love bug, sunshine.

Actually is learning Spanish for you. Even though it’s easy to understand by how you’re yelling at someone she’s just encouraging you with her hands up having a smirk on her face. “that’s my girl.”

especially for her voice being low and sounding like honey, when she calls you baby. she’s obsessed at how y’all dance together. Mai approves of you 9/10! only because maki didn’t tell her about you sooner.

if your cousins ask maki why her hair looks like mocos, she’ll just just not care. and whisper something super sinister in your cousins ears that’ll leave them terrified, and go back to eating.

kisses with maki are sweet and slow, even passionate at times, of course when it comes to pda she’ll show you off, but when y’all are alone and in private she’s mostly affectionate, and at her most vulnerable state

when you teach her how to flip a tortilla she instantly burns her finger, because the comal was hot. “fuck!” that leaves you to helping her with it. but you or maki wouldn’t change a thing

[steddieasitgoes]

Written for @eddiemonth Day 11 Prompt: Pirate read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Eddie Month series

There are a lot of challenges that come with being a parent: dealing with tantrums, having to be responsible, cooking all the time, making friends with other parents (thank God Steve’s a people person because Eddie would rather stab himself in the eye with a fork than listen to Brenda brag about her kids — Newsflash Brenda, all our kids shit in the toilet, it’s not an accomplishment!) Fortunately, Eddie’s conquered them all, mostly. What he hasn’t conquered, though, is the biggest parenting challenge of all: saying no to their little girl.

But, like, can anyone even blame him? How is he supposed to look at Rosie with her big, brown eyes behind her purple round glasses and her lush, springy curls and tell her no? He’s not, that’s how. It’s even worse now that she’s learned how to wobble her lower lip and bat her eyelashes (Dustin and Erica are on babysitting probation for that one.)

It’s a move she’s already perfected and has been pulling all day to keep Eddie from doing any of his actual parenting duties while Steve’s held up at school in a marathon of parent-teacher conferences. But it’s fine. Better than fine if he’s straight with himself. There’s nothing Eddie loves more than some quality make-believe time with his daughter. Brings him right back to his Hellfire days. And once Eddie commits to a story, he’s in it until they reach the end (or until Rosie gets bored — whichever comes first).

He takes world-building just as seriously, which is why their living room has been transformed into a pirate ship. The long couch stands in as the main dock. An assortment of cardboard boxes from their latest Costco run stacked in a chaotic way on the front and the end, making up the stern and bow. A once-white pillowcase is now stained with purple marker — a Rosie original drawn in the middle — and hanging from the broom shoved into the couch cushions. (Steve’s not going to be happy about that one, but he’ll level with him later.)

Rosie is dressed in her favorite pirate costume. One of Steve’s button-up shirts and her favorite black leggings. Her feet (and most of her legs) are shoved into a pair of Eddie’s old black boots and the left lens in her glasses is covered in black duct tape (fuck, he hopes it doesn’t scratch them). The store-bought pirate hat disappeared weeks ago so in its place is one of Eddie’s old bandanas. Thankfully, the store-bought sword they bought her last year hasn’t gone missing (he’s pretty sure his streak of saying yes would have to end if she demanded access to the kitchen knives). Oh, yeah, and she’s refusing to answer to her name — responding to Eddie only when he refers to her as Cap’n Skittle.

“It’s time you walk the plank, traitor!” she shouts, hoisting a well-loved Garfield stuffed animal over her head. Hopping on the couch cushions, she glances at Eddie over her shoulder. “One-arm Gravy, prepare the plank.”

“Ay, Ay, captain,” Eddie says, saluting with the hand that isn’t pulled through the sleeve of his shirt and resting on his stomach. Rosie really made him commit to the whole one-arm thing, and he’s not about to suppress her creative whims.

With a careful step into the middle of the couch, Eddie reaches for one of their custom decorative pillows. It takes a few tries, but eventually, he manages to get one end of the throw pillow balanced on the edge of the couch while the rest hangs off.

“The plank is ready, Cap’n Skittle.”

“Time to meet your end, Garfield!”

Without a moment of hesitation, Rosie chucks the Garfield stuffed animal off of the couch, sending it flying across the room and into the bookshelf against the other wall. Thankfully, nothing breaks or falls over. Explaining to Steve why Rosie isn’t in bed yet is easy. Explaining how his mint condition replica of the Beamer broke, not so much.

“See you never traitor,” she cackles, far more sinister than a six-year-old should sound.

On second thought, maybe suppressing her creative whims is a good idea, Eddie thinks for a moment before shaking his head. Nah, Wayne let me do whatever I wanted, and I turned out fine.

“It’s time to celebrate!” She gathers the rest of the stuffed animal-turned-crew mates as she skips her way back to Eddie. Hoisting and swaying her sword high up in the sky in celebration.

“Not so fast,” Eddie says, shoving his arm back through the sleeve of his shirt. He peels off the paper mustache Rosie demanded he wear and yanks out a sword he’s been hiding in the waistband of his pajama pants.

Rosie screams, lowering her own sword in preparation for a duel. “Not Cap’n No Moosetach! I killed you.”

“You tried to be a hero Cap’n Skittle, but you failed to remember the most important thing about being a pirate captain,” Eddie says, voice an octave lower than usual. He takes a tentative step forward on the couch and then another and another until Rosie’s trapped between him and the armrest. He holds his sword up to her chin, not touching, but close enough for her eyes to go a little crossed as she stares at it. “We never die before we get our treasure.”

Eddie swings his sword, but Rosie’s quick, swinging hers back at him. It’s the beginning of an epic sword battle that has both of them doing the most. Rosie leaps at him, wrapping her arms and legs around his middle until they’re both toppling over onto the couch. She quickly gets to her feet, shoving her sword in Eddie’s face for a moment before he rolls off the couch and into the “waters” below.

“You’ll never get the da’blooms,” she shouts. Glancing over her shoulder at the hoard of stuffed animals on the couch, she shouts, “Man the cannons!”

Eddie barely has time to shield his head before she’s throwing pillow after pillow at him. Shouting orders left and right to her “crew mates.” Hoisting himself up, Eddie gets back on the couch and engages in another battle with Rosie. Swords clinking against each other as Eddie hums a made-up soundtrack for their battles. He gets lost in the humming and has no time to defend himself when Rosie jabs her bony elbow into his ribs.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groans, massaging over the spot. “That hurt Rosie.”

“Who is this Rosie you speak of?” she growls, threatening him with her sword. “I don’t know any Rosies!”

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek to keep from snorting. She may not biologically be his daughter, but oh man, does she make up for it in her quirks and personalities. After all, no one commits to a fantasy role more than a Munson.

The battle continues with both of them taking turns being the winners and losers until the front door knob starts to jingle.

“Avast Ye,” Eddie says, pulling Rosie in close. “A landlubber approaches.”

“Aye,” Rosie nods. “We can take him together.”

“A truce, you say? Only if you give me half of your Doubloons.”

“I’ll give you three.”

This time, Eddie does snort, earning a fierce glare from Rosie before the front door opens. Steve steps in, looking more exhausted than ever before. His lucky striped tie is pulled loose, his blazer slung casually over his shoulder.

“Aye, it’s the wealthy merchant Sir Steven of Stevensburg.”

Despite the pure exhaustion on his face and in his bones, Steve cocks his head to the side and arches his brow. “Sir Steve of Stevensburg? That’s the best you can come up with?” He toes off his work loafers and pads his sock-covered feet further into the mess of the living room.

“Hey,” Eddie whines, voice returning to normal. “Cut me some slack; we’ve been at this for hours.”

“Shush you landlubber!” Rosie says, leaping off the couch and into Steve’s arm. “If you want our Da’blooms, you have to fight me and Cap’n No Moosetach.”

“Da’blooms? I don’t need your da’blooms.”

“Then why are you braving these here seas, Sir Steven?” Eddie asks as he steps down from the couch, eager to get his hands on his clearly exhausted boyfriend.

“Well, I am a Prince in search of a fair maiden. A princess, actually,” he says, nuzzling his face into Rosie’s neck. She squeals in delight before squirming out of his arms and dropping to the floor. “Do you know of any princesses around here?” Steve cups his hands over his eyes, turning them into binoculars, as he glances around the room.

“Me! Me!” Rosie shouts, jumping up and down. “M’a princess! The prettiest princess in all the land.”

Steve crouches down to Rosie’s height. Hands on his hips and tired eyes squinted in a focused manner as he studies her pirate costume. “Hmm, I don’t know,” he puzzles, dramatically tapping his chin.

Eddie watches Steve take on the role of a Prince. When Rosie first started getting into make-believe, Steve struggled with the “yes and-ing” that comes with improvised play. It took a while for him to come out of his shell and allow himself to actually be goofy. If Eddie ever gets his hangs on the Harringtons he swears he’s going to ring their neck for stifling Steve’s creativity. Because dammit, his Steve is creative! Weaving epic adventure stories like it is second nature. Sometimes even better than Eddie can.

Eddie absolutely adores it when Steve gets like this. When the pressures of being an adult fade away all that matters is the story and Rosie’s imagination. It totally works for him too.

“You look like a pirate to me,” Steve says, finally, before standing up to his full height as he looks down on Rosie.

“Cap’n Skittle, to be exact,” Eddie says, saddling up next to Rosie with his sword outstretched in Steve’s direction. “The most vicious pirate to ever pirate the seas.”

“No, no,” Rosie shouts, yanking the sword from Eddie’s hands and tossing it aside, “‘M Cap’n Skittle now, but if you kiss me, I’ll turn into a princess! Kiss me, you’ll see!”

There’s a beat where Eddie and Steve share a fourth-wall-breaking glance. A silent should we be worried about this? and eh, it’s probably fine in return. They’re caught up in their half-concern, half-amused state that neither one realizes Rosie is moving until it’s too late. She throws herself at Steve, scaling her way up his legs and into his arms.

“Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!”

With a laugh, Steve dramatically dips Rosie in his arms before planting a kiss on her lips. He pulls away with a loud smooching sound that has Rosie giggling and then rips the bandana off of her head. “Be still, my beating heart. You are a Princess!”

“Told ya so,” Rosie says before quickly switching to her new Princess role. “Tis I Princess Buttercup and you’re Prince Peanut. Together we’re Prince and Princess Peanut Buttercup!”

Damn candy commercials, Eddie thinks, hiding a smile behind a lock of hair. Glancing at the clock, Eddie realizes it’s way past Rosie’s bedtime. A fact Steve also picks up on based on the look he’s giving Eddie. A raised brow followed by a dramatic wink. He can practically hear Steve saying, watch this — forever the expert at getting Rosie to bed.

“What say thee, Princess Buttercup? Shall we retire to our room for a royal slumber?”

“But m’not tired,” she pouts.

“Ah, but Princess Buttercup. You must sleep so tomorrow we can defeat the evil Lord Munsington.”

“Munsington? Really?” Eddie laughs, shaking his head.

“We’re not talking to you, Lord Munsington,” Rosie scolds, shooing Eddie away with her hand. “We’re going to need lots of sleep to defeat him, Prince Buttercup.”

“Well, then, we better get started,” Steve muses, carrying Rosies toward her bedroom.

Eddie doesn’t follow, letting Steve get some quality time in with Rosie before she falls asleep. Besides, Eddie’s all storied out after hours and hours of playing pirates and witches and fairy tea parties. He collapses on the couch instead, letting his own eyes shut until he hears Steve’s feet padding their way to him.

“Missed you,” Steve says, kissing the top of Eddie’s head before sinking into the couch cushion beside him. He’s already stripped out of his work clothes, clad now in a pair of worn sweatpants.

“Missed you too,” Eddie says, snuggling up to Steve’s side. His warm shirtless body feels relaxing on Eddie’s aching bones. Especially his ribs which are already bruising from Rosie’s brutal hit earlier.

“Looks like I missed a good storytelling day.”

Eddie hums. “Well, we lost the plot at the end there, but yeah, it was a good storytelling day.”

“Worth the mess of our living room?” Steve asks, glancing around at the cardboard boxes, stuffed animal graveyard, and pillows littering the floor.

“I’ll clean it up in the morning, promise,” Eddie says through a yawn. “Right now, Lord Munsington needs his sleep.”

“Come on then,” Steve huffs, hot air fluttering the unruly tendrils of Eddie’s hair. Heaving Eddie off of him, he stands to his feet before extending a hand out. “Prince Peanut is feeling generous and will allow Lord Munsington to sleep in his bed.”

“Will cuddling be allowed?” Eddie asks, slapping his hand into Steve’s.

With a swift yank, Eddie’s on his feet and being propelled into Steve’s awaiting arms. He wraps his own around Steve’s neck, fingers kneading at the knots in his neck. Steve groans in pleasure before his own arms wrap around Eddie’s middle, squeezing.

“Cuddles are always allowed.”

Untangling himself from Steve, he moves his right hand until it rests on the small of Steve’s back. “Then let’s get a move on it,” Eddie says, guiding them towards their bedroom.

[foundtherightwords]

The Hollow Heart - Chapter 12

Pairing: Hellcheer, Gothic AU

Summary: To escape her mother's control and the stifling society of Gilded Age New York, heiress Christabel Cunningham impulsively marries Henry Creel, a charming and seductive stranger, and accompanies him to his remote mansion on the West Coast. There, as Henry grows cold and cruel, Christabel must uncover her husband's sinister secret before it's too late. But can she trust Kas, her husband's enigmatic assistant, who seems to be her only ally in this strange place, or is Kas's loyalty to his master stronger than his attraction to Christabel?

Chapter warnings: smut (non-explicit)

Chapter word count: 3k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11

Chapter 12 - Through Mist and Cloud

Christabel couldn't leave her room for two days afterward. Though she sustained no serious injuries, her throat had swollen shut, making every mouthful of food feel like she was swallowing glass, and her limbs were so sore that every movement was agony. So she lay in bed, heart breaking and body aching, and had no comfort at all. Kas didn't stop by her room again. He left her trays of soft food and soothing teas outside but never ventured inside, never even spoke to her through the door. She tried to listen for the moment he came up the stairs to intercept him, but his footsteps, already quiet, were muffled by the thick carpet, and by the time she heard the clanking of the tray and opened the door, he was gone.

Even when she was well enough to go downstairs for meals, she saw no sign of him. The food was prepared and the house cleaned as usual, but no Kas, not in the kitchen, not in the hothouse, and the lighthouse window remained dark. Her heart sank. Surely—surely—Henry hadn't dismissed Kas over what happened? Or had he gotten into trouble for killing those men? But nobody had come to the house looking for Kas, no police knocking on their door. Apparently, a few dead criminals in the back alleys of Chinatown didn't raise much concern with the authority.

"Where's Kas?" she asked Henry one evening over dinner. Her throat was still so raw that her voice came out little more than a croaky whisper.

"Oh, he's around here somewhere," Henry said, unconcerned.

Christabel breathed a little more easily. So Kas hadn't been dismissed or arrested, at least. But why was he avoiding her? Was he afraid she was going to throw herself at him again? Then she must put his mind at rest. Those kisses had been madness, born out of loneliness and fear and despair. No more. The comfort of their easy friendship in the previous months was too precious to be thrown away for this torment of want and uncertainty. She must reassure him of that.

After dinner, with that resolution in mind, she put on her cloak and went to the lighthouse. The curtains were drawn, and there was no answer when she knocked. But where else could he be? She knocked again.

"Kas? Are you there? It's—" She hesitated, not wanting to say "Mrs. Creel", but to say "Christabel" would be presumptuous. She settled for, "It's me. Can we talk, please?"

"I can't right now," came Kas's reply. His voice sounded strange, low and gravelly, as though he, too, had hurt his throat. "Please go away."

"Please. I'm afraid I may have caused you some trouble, and I want to apologize."

"No need. Just go."

"Oh, this is ridiculous! Must we keep talking through the door like this?"

She reached for the door handle. It turned under her palm. The lighthouse was dark, with only the faint glow of the stove by way of illumination. The skulls on the shelves shone like pale ghosts. It took a moment for Christabel's eyes to adjust and notice Kas huddled in the chair. He didn't seem to hear her come in.

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" Christabel asked, reaching for his shoulder.

The moment she touched him, he jumped, as though scalded by her hand. His face, deathly white beneath its fringe of dark curls, made Christabel take a step back. She had never seen him so angry, so savage, his eyes two glassy black pools, his mouth twisted in a snarl, his hands clenched around something that twitched and squealed.

"What are you doing here?" he growled. "I told you to go! If you know what's good for you, leave! Now!"

First Henry, now Kas. Was there no one left for her in this place? Choking back her tears, Christabel turned and fled down the beach.

***

Christabel sat by Luna's grave, wishing to find some comfort from the familiar scent of the night-blooming jasmine, hoping to it would bring her closer to Luna's spirit. But although the bush lovingly draped its green arms over the mound, it was too cold for it to bloom. Even the flowers were deserting her. The beach was freezing. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her shoulders, trying to shield herself from that biting, damp chill that no fire could lift. She must have dropped her cloak at the lighthouse, but she couldn't bring herself to go back there to retrieve it. She didn't want to think about Kas, about how he was like Henry after all, how he could be so sweet one moment and so violent the next.

But her heart refused to believe that Kas's gentleness was just an act. Why would he go to such lengths to be kind to her, only to turn against her? At least Henry had had the excuse of wanting to trap her into marriage... Could Kas—could his act be some nefarious plot to seduce her so that Henry could divorce her and keep her money?

Christabel let out a mirthless laugh and leaned her forehead on her arms. Such twisted schemes were the stuff of dime novels, not real life. Besides, Henry had her money already; all she needed was to wait for Mr. Murray, her lawyer, to complete the transfer and send her the paperwork to sign. There was no need for seduction. Creel House must be affecting her mind more than she'd realized if she was ready to entertain such morbid, fantastical thoughts. And the idea of Kas trying to seduce her...

"Mrs. Creel?"

She hadn't heard him approach. She didn't look back, hating that her heart still jumped at the sound of his voice, hating that she was blushing furiously just now, thinking about him.

"What do you want?" she said, trying to sound indifferent.

"I want to apologize. For shouting at you back there." He was coming closer, and she could hear that his voice was back to usual, soft, diffident, with none of that animalistic growl. What had happened with him at the lighthouse? "I was—I was afraid that Mr. Creel may find out—"

So he was only thinking of protecting himself then.

"You don't have to apologize," she said, finally turning around to face Kas. He was standing a little behind her, holding her cloak in his hands. He still looked pale, and his eyes were still dark, but the glassy, inhuman look was gone from them, and they were sparkling in the gloom. Still, Christabel refused to let her guard down. "You think you've offended me?" she continued. "You're just a servant. Your words mean nothing to me. I can have you dismissed if I'm angry with you. In fact, I would have dismissed you myself, if Henry wasn't so dependent on you." Those words were horrible, hateful; she was disgusted with herself even as she uttered them, but she had to, if she wanted to save her heart.

Kas froze, looking as if she'd just struck him across the face. "You don't believe that," he said, almost pleadingly. "You don't believe a word of that."

"Don't presume to know what I do and don't believe." She turned her back to him, facing the sea again. "You don't know me!"

Kas sighed. "You're right," he said. "I don't know you at all. And I'm sorry for it. I'm so sorry, Christabel. I only wish I could do something to help." He came up behind her and draped the cloak around her, before turning back to the house.

Perhaps it was the heartbreaking note of resign in his words. Perhaps it was his voice calling her name. Perhaps it was his lingering touch on her shoulders. Or perhaps it was the combination of all three, that melted the ice Christabel was trying to build up around her heart and made her reach out to him.

"Kas, wait." He stopped, and she shuffled across the sand until they were close enough to touch. "There is something you can do."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

Kas blinked. He looked up at the house, half-hidden behind the sand dunes, then back at her, and brushed some stray hairs from her face. Her whole body jumped at his touch, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

"He'll kill us if he finds out," he said.

"I don't care." Fiercely, she grabbed his wrists to press his hands to her cheeks, and he gave an involuntary wince. His sleeves had ridden up, showing a patch of reddened skin around each wrist. She unbuttoned his cuffs and pushed his sleeves further up, first the right and then the left, to look more closely. There were more red marks on his arms, angry welts that looked like burns, showing clearly even in the dim half-light.

"What are these?" asked Christabel, her voice hushed. "Who did this to you?"

"It's nothing." Kas tried to pull away and push his sleeves down, but Christabel held him fast. A terrible realization dawned in her mind.

"Did he do this?" she asked. Kas didn't answer, but the look of shame in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. "But why?"

Kas shrugged. "He was displeased. And when he's displeased, he will make it known, on anyone or anything he can put his hands on. Better me than you."

Cold fear washed over Christabel. Henry had only laid his hands on her once, but if this was what he was capable of... Her rage, however, burned stronger than fear—rage for Kas and for herself. And she felt shame as well. How could she have suspected Kas of working with Henry to defraud her? Kas was as much a victim as herself.

"We can't let him do this," she said. "We have to leave."

Kas's eyes were bleak. "And go where?"

He was right, of course. Even if they were brave enough to face judgment and ostracism to leave Henry, there was nowhere they could go. Kas would not be able to find work, not with his condition, and with her money still tied up in the transfer, she was chained to Henry as tightly as Kas was. Why, oh why had she been so foolish as to agree to it, to give up her financial freedom and give Henry the means to control her? Of course, back then she'd thought she was being a good, obedient wife...

"We'll find a way," she told Kas stoutly.

And then, because it pained her to see him so miserable, she lifted Kas's arm and put her lips to the burns, wishing fervently that she could kiss them all away. She trailed her mouth along his forearm to the inside of his wrist, first the left and then the right, feeling his pulse pound under her lips, listening to his breath catch and quicken, listening to the beating of his heart, in sync with hers. His hand found her chin, gently turning her face up to him, while his thumbs caressed the curve of her lips. Under his delicate touch, her mouth fell open, compliant, expectant, yet he didn't kiss her, only kept brushing her lips with those calloused yet gentle thumbs, while those inscrutable eyes roamed her face, searching for something only he knew, until she thought she would go mad with waiting and wanting. Just when she couldn't take it anymore and stretched up to kiss him herself, he pulled away.

"What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"We shouldn't be doing this."

Frustration rose within her, turning into fury. "Shouldn't?" she snapped, breaking free of his hands. "I've had enough of men telling me what I should and shouldn't do! If you don't want me, just tell me, and I'll never bother you again!"

"I do want you," he said, holding on to her arm, his eyes imploring. "I can't tell you how much I want you, but—"

At once, Christabel realized how selfish she'd been. He had so much more to lose than her. She might be shunned by society, but he would lose his livelihood. She couldn't do that to him. She would rather never touch him again and still have his friendship, than give in to this lust and risk losing him forever.

"Yes, I understand," she said stiffly, taking a step back. "You're right. We shouldn't." She walked away, trying to forget how he'd looked at her just now, when he said he did want her.

Kas, still holding her arm, spun her back toward him, and lowered his mouth to hers.

The moment their lips touched, a great wave of relief washed over Christabel. At last, at last! Their kiss on the boat had been a flustered, tentative dip into the water, but this, this was a full-body dive, as his mouth moved over hers in exploring caresses and his hands clasped her on her waist, in her hair, holding her flush against him, as though afraid the sand beneath them may open and swallow her up if he let go. Warmth began to bloom in her belly, spreading all over her, buckling her knees. She dropped to the sand, pulling Kas on top of her.

"You said you can't tell me how much you want me," she whispered. "Show me then."

And he obliged. His hand was on her, pushing up her skirt and petticoat, searching, stroking, stoking the warmth in her veins into a fire. She lifted her hips and helped him to pull her drawers down over her feet. There was a moment of fluster as the lace got caught on the heel of one of her boots. Christabel felt a wild urge to laugh, but Kas was so nervous, so hesitant, that she didn't want him to think she was laughing at him. Finally, her drawers were free. It felt so wicked, so depraved, lying there on the sand with her skirts hiked up, with the cold, damp air over her bare thighs while her legs were still encased in stockings pulled over her knees—wool ones too, the warm, practical kind. Why had she worn them? They were so... sensible. And what she was doing, what they were doing, was as far from sensible as she could imagine.

Then Kas nestled himself between her legs, and all thoughts of stockings were driven from her head.

"Are you—are you sure—?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

In reply, she took his hand and placed it where she ached for him the most. In that instant, it was like a dam was broken, and his control fell away. He dove into the water of her body with wild abandonment, his face buried in her neck, teeth scraping the skin at the base of her throat, and she responded in kind, arching into him with her chest, her hips, her whole being, so she could feel his weight and his strength and his warmth on her, in her.

A sharp sting on her throat made Christabel gasp. Kas's teeth had broken through the skin, and when she touched a hand to her neck, it came away red.

Kas went pale and recoiled. If her legs hadn't been locked over his hips, she believed he would have fled there and then. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry—" he said, frantically wiping at the barely discernible drop of blood on his lips, his eyes widening so much that she could see the whites surrounding his dark irises. He reached a hand toward her but seemed afraid to touch her, afraid to make things worse. "I'm sorry, I can't—" He pushed away from her.

"No!" she choked, clinging to him. He'd left her twice; she'd be damned if she let him go a third time. Not now.

"But—I've hurt you—"

"You haven't. It's just a scratch." She cradled his face in her hand and looked straight into his eyes, those dark eyes that had captured her since the first time she'd seen them, only then she had been too blind to realize it. "I trust you," she said. "Please. Please, Kas. Stay with me."

He leaned over her, a hesitating, trembling hand skimming over the bite on her throat, his touch as light as the fog. She took his hand, trailing his thumb to her mouth, bit it, then licked it, tasting her blood on his skin. With a moan, he bent down and placed his lips on the bite. The sting faded almost instantly. He lingered at her neck for a moment, before moving up so their faces were parallel.

"Look at me, please," he begged.

And she did, keeping her eyes fixed on him, reassuring him that she wanted this, that she wanted him. The fire inside her was back now, mingled with his own fire, building even more wildly, chasing away the chill of the damp sand at her back, of the fog on her skin, burning off the chill that had settled into her bones since she came to this place. In her mind, she knew what they were doing was wrong, but as his warmth filled her to overflowing and her cries drowned out the mournful sound of the distant foghorns, her body did not feel anything but bliss, and her heart did not feel anything but joy.

Afterward, she felt Kas drawing her skirts down, gently, always so gently, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment. She seized those hands, pressing them to her. "Stay."

He adjusted his clothes and covered them both with her cloak. "Don't worry," he said, tucking her against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the other bent to pillow her head. "I'm not going anywhere."

She let out a sigh of relief. And then, stretching out against Kas to let his warmth envelop her, she slept.

Chapter 13

[marvelmcumania]

You are my only love - Part 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem Reader Summary: That life's fate wasn't meant for both of you but the this did! WORD COUNT:1.4k Setting: Modern World and The 80s

A reincarnation au fic. Hello Everyone this is my first fic on Tumblr and there will be mistakes, so forgive Updates won't be frequent will be updated at any time English is not my first language Do not repost Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts

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They say we somehow always meet in the next life and this was the same thing with Steve Rogers and Y/N L/N a tale of tragic love but a tale of love that becomes one of the best things ever happened to them.

Sweetheart, I will always be with you

You are my only love

Present

You woke up from your nightmarish dream again. And it has happened daily since you were 10 years old at first your parents consoled you but when it started increasing whenever you took a nap they decided to take you to therapy and yet still the therapist couldn't help. The scream of the deep blue eyes which felt familiar looking concerned at you and then blood pooling down from both of your bodies.

It made you feel real that the person's sinister eyes held a great obsession for you, whereas this blue-eyed man held a deep love for you. Sighing you got up from the bed rubbing your eyes.

"Why does this happen to me?"

You entered the kitchen taking a glass of water taking a sip of it.

"Are you okay there?" Natalie your roommate was sitting on the sofa watching her late-night show.

You whipped your head looking at her and shook it giving her a smile that didn't reach your eyes." Nah I am good" keeping the glass on the shelves "What are you watching?" you said taking a seat beside her.

"F.R.I.E.N.D.S" she nonchalantly said handing you the popcorn box

You took the popcorn "One of my favorite shows"

"Mine too" You both laughed when Joey wore all of Chandler's clothes. Forgetting the dream for the moment

The next you woke up on the sofa checking your phone it was 7:00 AM shrugging you set it aside looking straightforward and sighing weirdly you didn't get the nightmare again Looking sideways Natalie was sprawled on the other side of the couch TV sound dimmed.

"Hey Natalie" you whispered trying to wake her up she blinked her eyes looking at you. "Uhm it's 7:00 AM and you have your office timing at 11:00 AM it's better if you sleep some more in your room."

"Oh thanks" she yawns taking the remote and switching it off. She gets up stretches her body and reaches her bedroom stopping midway you were scrolling on your phone looking at the schedule. "Y/N?"

You looked up from your phone" Yeah?"

"At night time you were murmuring something about 'save me' 'please don't kill him' and 'I will never marry you' Like were you having a nightmare?" Your eyes widened at what Natalie said even though it wasn't in the visuals you still had it.

"Oh?" your eyebrows furrowed this was now going out of hands "I don't remember it"

"I think it's something more than that Y/N/N" You raised your eyebrow at her "Look I don't know how to say this but it's something related to your past lives"

"There is nothing like past lives Natalie" You went back to your phone heart beating radically. "These are some weird rumors and conspiracy theories"

"Y/N/N" she called you out making you look up once again "They aren't and it's a different thing also known as reincarnation. I read that on the internet"

"And is there scientific proof" You were now getting irritated was she now making fun of you she became quiet for a moment.

"I wish I could have proved but don't come running near me when your therapist thinks about it"

You scowled at her, looking back down to your phone and chewing your lips. Natalie sighed and went back to her bedroom. What if Natalie was right that this is something related to past life but you ignored her.

You get up from the sofa get ready for your office and resume your daily routine of brushing your teeth and having a good bath You come out and pick up your outfit of the day. Combing your hair making it into a messy bun. Well, you didn't have an appetite for breakfast and the only thing that would help her now was coffee. The best thing is to watch until the shop opens the park scenery.

You were never a fan of morning walks, but to clear your mind and reach your office straight away, you decided to take two rounds and sit on a bench and mull over Natalie's talk with you. Taking out your phone, you typed about it to clear your doubt, and as you thought, well, it's 50 50 to believe in reincarnation theories.

You were looking ahead, lost in your own thoughts. When you felt something down your leg looking down, you saw a cute dog sniffing around your leg and nudging his body around your legs.

"Oh hey, bub" you bought your hand to check whether he trusted you. The dog looked at you bringing his nose near your hand and sniffed you making sure you weren't any bad guy and showed you his head and scratched his head "Are you lost bub?" looking at his collar his owner must be here somewhere.

"DODGER" The dog turns to the source of sound his tail slightly wagging "DODGER WHERE ARE YOU?"

"I guess the screaming man is your owner huh?" The dog just huffed not getting too interested in their owner's voice "Don't tell me you had a fight" you chuckle seeing the dog growling meaning they indeed had some fight. "Okay how about we go near him and make him tell you sorry with huge treats"

You began to drag the dog who was hesitant at first but soon made up your speed and soon enough you came face to face with the yelling man who was out of breath

"Hey" you yelled at the man who turned to look at you before you could make a move you stood there seeing the man but the dog began dragging you breaking your concentration and almost making you fall "Hey bub calm down"

"Oh my God Thank you, "the man says squatting down to give some scratches to the dog "Never do that again Dodge you scared me you want the toy I will buy you but" he hugs him "Never leave" You are looking at their interaction when the man glances up at you "Thank You Again"

Your breath hitches looking at the man his blue eyes giving you a familiar face the man in your dreams. You just nod at him giving him a smile "A very active dog I see"

"Yeah" he chuckles "and when I decline something of his favorite he just runs away"

You give him a smile and look back at the dog giving him a small ear scratch you are scared to look at him what if he remembers you what if the dream you always had has been the same it's been more than 2 minutes and you can already feel the sparks and connection the attraction towards him.

Before he could say anything your phone started ringing disrupting your talk It was from your colleague Natasha "Uhm Sorry I need to pick this up"

"Yeah sure" he nods giving you a similar smile you always have seen in your dream.

You pick up the call "Hey Nat!" answering when a screeching sound comes behind the caller.

Where are you?

"Uhm at the park?" You turned back before giving an apologetic smile to Steve. Hearing a huff from her "What is it, Nat?"

Do you realize what the time is now? We will be late for the office

Taking a look at the watch it was indeed late for you and you needed to catch the bus how much time did you spend here maybe the thinking made you late "Okay I will be right there just wait for me Okay?"

Yeah, hurry up!

You cut the call turning to the man who had been standing, you were surprised to find him gone along with his dog. A shiver ran down your spine as you scanned the area, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Questions stirred in your mind as you tried to make sense of his sudden disappearance. Had he simply walked away while you were distracted?

But with that, you felt more connected with him the man from your dream who looked exactly the same with furrowed eyebrows you left the question lingering in your mind and then left the park to meet Natasha at bus stand.

Next

[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 13

Steve’s turn to come to the rescue? Hell yeah!!

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Steve’s painting was coming along really well. He was trying to get the expression on Eros’s face right. It was becoming a problem. There was just something about the eyes being closed that didn’t work.

But he was supposed to be asleep when Psyche came in, but when Steve tried to paint the eyes closed, he looked dead and not asleep.

Steve sighed and decided to talk to Joyce about it after class. He told Eddie go ahead to the parking lot and he’d meet him there.

“Hey, Mrs Byers,” Steve greeted. “I wanted to talk to you about my final.”

Joyce looked up at him and smiled. “Sure, Steve. What’s up?”

“I’m having a hard time getting the face right, can you help me?” he said and handed over the canvas.

She took it gingerly to avoid smearing the wet paint. “It looks as though the face is giving trouble.”

Steve nodded. “Especially the eyes. I want them closed for the Eros theme but with the pose he comes off looking like a corpse.”

“Which,” she said with a huff of laughter, “not the look you’re going for?”

“Absolutely not,” he agreed.

“Steve...” Joyce said gently. “You do know that the myths and stories idea is just a guideline? You don’t have to stick to a theme if you don’t want to.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Um...really?”

Joyce laughed. “Yes, Steve. Try it with his eyes open and I think you’ll find it will be fine.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Mrs Byers.” He gathered up his painting and walked to the door.

“Hey Steve?” Joyce called out. “Why do you call me Mrs Byers? Almost everyone else calls me Joyce, except the really young students.”

Steve flashed her a bright smile. “It’s what I called you when I was babysitting Will. It’s a hard habit to break.”

She tilted her head to the side and then nodded. “Fair enough. Bye, Steve.”

“Bye, Mrs Byers.” He winked at her and walked off.

*

Eddie was waiting by his van having a cigarette when he spotted someone coming his direction.

“Shit!” he looked to see if he could just hop in the van and get away, but the other guy was too quick.

“Eddie? Is that you?” the far too cheerful voice cried.

Eddie closed his eyes and flicked his cigarette to the ground, grinding it beneath his boot. He opened his eyes and sneered. “Well, well if it isn’t Nick Mantrell. Did you get arrested?”

Nick was a tall man with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. His smile was as crooked as his personality.

“Daddy got me off,” Nick said with a smile that was supposed to be winning but Eddie had long since found to be smarmy.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Of course he did. But then, Martin Mantrell always did have more money than sense.”

Nick’s mask dropped and his face became a dark and sinister thing. “You keep my daddy’s name out of your dirty mouth.”

Eddie huffed out a chuckle. “Man, I thought you liked my dirty mouth.”

And suddenly the mask was back up. “You know I do, baby.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Nick?”

Nike grinned. “I just wanted to catch up. See what you were up to these days. It been so long since I saw you, baby.” He got close to Eddie and ran his hand down his arm.

“I’m doing fine,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. “The band’s got an agent now and we just finished recording a demo that they’re going to shop around.”

Nick looked pityingly at him. “Oh that so sweet. And you’re sure he’s a real agent?”

Eddie frowned. He knew that’s how Nick would get under his skin. He hated how it almost worked again. “Pretty damn sure. His other clients include The Kestrels and Lonnie Hunter.”

Nick’s eyes went wide. “Those are some pretty big names, baby. I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

Eddie shoulders slumped. “Why are you here man? At the school I mean.”

Nick smiled smugly. “I’m here getting my degree in business. Daddy’s going make me VP once I graduate.” He batted his eyelashes at him. “What are you doing here? I thought higher education was against the Munson doctrine.”

Eddie shifted uncomfortably under Nick’s gaze. “I’m doing a favor for a family friend. I’m the live model for her art class this year.”

Nick licked his lips suggestively. “Too bad it’s too late to take the class. Maybe I can convince Daddy to let me audit it for the last few weeks. You always did look your best right before I fucked you.”

Eddie began to squirm. “I don’t think you can do that.”

Nick leaned further into Eddie’s space. “I think you’ll find I can do a lot of things with a little bit of persuasion and a lot of money.”

Eddie’s face burned with humiliation and shame. He just wanted to go home.

A warm arm slid around his waist and soft chuckle breathed in his ear.

“Hey, Sunshine!” Steve greeted cheerfully. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you weren’t waiting to long.”

Nick reared back as if he’d been stung. “Who’s this then, baby?”

Eddie leaned into Steve’s side.

Steve cocked his head to the side and gave Nick his best mean girl smile. “Your worst nightmare unless you toddle off like a good boy.”

Nick sneered. “You always were a slut, Eddie. You would spread your legs for anyone with a good body and a playful smile.”

Steve eyed Nick up. “Honey, you aren’t my type and what Sunshine and I do is none of your business. Now shoo, before I get mad. And honey, the hulk’s a pussy cat in comparison.”

Nick turned on his heel and stormed off.

Steve sighed in relief. “Thank god that worked. I’m really bad at fighting and I would so fucking lose if we got in a fist fight.”

Eddie started giggling. And Steve flashed him a smile.

“You okay, now?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, thanks for that. That slimy piece of worm-ridden filth is my ex-boyfriend. Met him when I was still young and stupid. It wasn’t until after the third time he cheated on me that I walked away.”

Steve bumped their shoulders together. “I’m sorry he was harassing you. Guys like that are what give gay men a bad name.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “How did you manage to insinuate that we were together without out right lying?”

Steve frowned for a second. “Oh, the double talk?” Eddie nodded. “I learned it at the bar. It’s a customer service thing. Make them think that I promised them something when I really didn’t.”

Eddie laughed. “That’s amazing.”

“You still up for that coffee or do you want to go home?” Steve asked.

He leaned into Steve’s embrace further. “I just want to go home.”

“I’ll follow you to make sure you get home okay,” Steve said, gently removing his arm from Eddie’s waist. “Do you want me to keep up company until I have to go to work or would you rather be alone?”

Eddie immediately mourned the lost of Steve’s warmth. “Would you stay?”

Steve nodded. “Of course. I’ll meet you there okay?”

Eddie nodded back. Steve gave his arm a squeeze and then walked away.

Eddie watched him go, the warmth from Steve’s body making itself home in his chest.

Yup, he was so fucked.

*

Eddie led Steve up to his apartment feeling a tad nervous. It had been awhile since he brought anyone back to his place. And yes he knew it wasn’t like that, but his heart and his libido were screaming at him to change that in their favor.

He unlocked the door and let Steve go in first, fearing his reaction.

“Oh, wow,” Steve murmured. “This place is amazing. I have the same fucking floor plan you do and yet yours looks more homey and lived in then mine.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, how’s that?”

He closed the door behind them.

“Robin and I both had parents that decorated our rooms for us,” Steve explained, “so when we went off on our own we didn’t have any real idea of how to make it ours. So it looks like a catelogue.”

Eddie pursed his lips and looked up. “Yeah, no. I can totally see that.”

Steve laughed.

“You want something to drink?” Eddie called from the kitchen.

“Just water is fine,” he replied. “But aren’t I here to take care of you?”

Eddie’s cheeks were red when he came out with a glass of water for Steve and a beer for him. “If you wanted to take care of me, big boy, we should have gone to your place.”

Steve grinned. “It’s not to late. I live two seconds away.”

Eddie grinned back. “Nah, it’s cool. I’m more comfortable here.”

Steve raised his glass, “Here’s to shitty exes coming back in our lives when we least expect it!”

Eddie chuckled. “Here’s that!” He raised his can and took a long drink.

“So how are things going on the finding fame and fortune front?” Steve asked after a moment or two of silence.

Eddie just shook his head. “I mean we finished the demo and our agent is going around to all the major labels starting with the ones closest to home and branching out. But it still feels like a pipe dream, you know?”

Steve cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. “Is that what the slimy ex said? That it was just a pipe dream?”

Eddie huffed out a bitter laugh. “Yes, but he just pegged an old insecurity that I’ve had for awhile.”

“Nothing quite like having someone opening old wounds for fun,” Steve said.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. I had just heard of bands getting record deals right out of the gate by preforming at the Queen’s Crown...and I–”

Steve set his water down and scooted closer to him, to place his hand on his knee. “You guys should have gotten the deal. I don’t know why the agent was the only one that saw your potential...but seriously, Eds, you killed it that night.”

Eddie looked up at him through his eyelashes. “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “And not just because the new song was about me.” He winked at him.

Eddie burst out laughing. “So is the Jester and the King, you egomaniac.”

Steve winced. “Ouch! I’m assuming you wrote that one after I hit you?”

“Sure did, baby doll,” Eddie said with a grin. “And then after we talked I couldn’t leave it like that, so I wrote Thorns and Thistles.”

“It was beautiful,” Steve said, his expression soft and fond.

“I’ve been writing other songs for if they decided to give us the record deal,” Eddie said. “You want to hear some of them?”

Steve lit up. He looked at his watch and crumpled. “Shit. It’s almost time for me to go to work.”

Eddie deflated too. “Oh. That’s okay. Some other time.”

Steve got a wicked gleam in his eye. “You know...the new bartender hasn’t had an opportunity to tend with Opal yet...”

Eddie’s head shot up in shock. “Just what are you saying there, Stevie?”

“Well...” Steve continued. “Diamond has been saying I’ve been working too hard lately and that I should take more time to myself...”

Eddie’s eyes got the same wicked gleam, “Is Steve Harrington suggesting playing hooky for little ol’ me?”

Steve just grinned and pulled out his phone. He shot off two quick text messages. The replies came just as fast as he sent them. Both Robin and Diamond applauding his decision.

“Now, I’m all yours,” he said setting his phone aside and giving Eddie his undivided attention.

“How? Why?” Eddie stammered.

Steve’s face softened. “Look, I’ve earned some good will with Diamond after the incident with Nancy and I don’t mind using it to spend more time with you.” He put his hand back on Eddie’s knee. “Plus Crystal, the new bartender has to get use to running the whole night, he’s been there two weeks with me he needs to get used to working with Opal, because that’s who he’s going to be working with.”

“Chrissy,” Eddie corrected. “Call her Chrissy.”

Steve’s face brightened. “Chrissy then.”

Eddie hurried up to grab his electric guitar and sat back down. “This is one is called Flying Higher.”

Steve settled back into the cushions of Eddie’s sofa to listen.

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[rypnami]

James Anderson

and why he is the absolute worst

this goes out to the like 2 people that care about this Horrible Man tm and were asking about him on discord. i hope this works for an explanation on Who he is and Why he is Like That!

James William Anderson was born on the 31st of December, 1755 (making him 34 at the time of the AU).

The Anderson family is one of the wealthiest and most influential in 18th century London. For generations, they've been well-known fur traders, and in 1650 they also became involved in real estate, so they are OLD old money. In 1740 they were made a noble house by the king himself, and that only increased their wealth and influence.

So all that to say, the one son of the family is a rich, spoilt brat who always got what he wanted. Think a Draco Malfoy type, but more sinister. He won't trick you into going to a midnight duel and then not show up to make you look stupid. He will show. He will fight you. He will win.

He always liked to fight, even when he was small. I am hesitant to label him as a sociopath, as I don't want to contribute to the stigmitisation of a group of people, but he is at the very least a sadist. Causing pain brings him joy. Yay.

Around 11, he learned about the wonders of street fighting, and was fascinated by it. The Anderson family, obviously, never wanted for money, but this little freak saw an opportunity to make some pocket money of his own and learn to beat people up at the same time. Even as young as he was, he picked up on it pretty fast, and smart money was always bet on him to win. By 17 he practically ran the underground brawling racket.

When he was caught for the whole thing at 20 and subsequently arrested, his parents were able to use their status to get him out of any serious trouble, but he did have to join the Navy. Unfortunately for everyone involved, he was thrilled about this, because it meant he would be able to hurt people without getting in trouble this time.

Very quickly he got a reputation for being someone you do NOT want to mess around with. Short-tempered, would sooner solve a problem with fists over words, and generally he's just a dick. Every other word is an insult- after all, he's from THE Anderson family. Everyone else is beneath him. He is better than you and won't let you forget it!

Money and reputation doesn't get you everything, though. He was very, very annoyed that he was made just a simple seaman at first, even though that's where most start off. He wanted to be the guy on top so he could tell everyone what to do. In a rare smart move for the navy, they thought he was perhaps a bit TOO volatile and ready to kill everyone, so they decided to make someone else the commander.

"Someone else," of course, being Leander. This really did not sit well with Anderson. He's older by quite a bit (Leander being 22 at time of appointment), more experienced, and (in his opinion) smarter.

Never mind that Leander got higher marks in the naval academy, or that he's more of a people person and has better leadership skills overall- in Anderson's opinion he doesn't deserve it.

He's the one that starts the "Prewett is only commander because of nepotism" rumours, even though he literally tried to use his own family's status as a way to manipulate his way into a top position himself. He's bitter and jealous that someone younger than him was put higher up. Whenever Leander is ordering him around, he can often be found doing a half-assed job and muttering under his breath about a "stupid ginger twink" the whole time.

I often joke that homophobia didn't exist until he was born, but I think he's not actually a homophobe, he just hates to see Leander happy. Not his fault that Leander is happiest when he's kissing a man, really.

The best day of his life is when Leander abandons the navy, which means as the most senior member of the crew he's put in charge by default. Even more fun for him is that since Leander left with the most wanted man this side of the Atlantic, joined up with his crew, AND is not secretive about the fact that they are definitely in a relationship, should they get arrested there is a promise of a VERYYYYY public hanging for the pair of them. He would die a happy man if he could be the one who sends them to the gallows.

So now his life's purpose is to find and be responsible for their executions. He runs his ship like, well. The navy. He's not fun, he definitely beats the hell out of people if they don't do exactly as he says when he says it, and overworks them to the point where they have no energy to really fight back.

Worst Man Ever, but he's pretty I Guess.

thanks for reading if you made it this far lol

[thecreaturecodex]

Rokurokubi

"Yokai and Kami" © ArtStation user "Mamslick", accessed at his gallery here

[I didn't much care for the Pathfinder 1e version of the rokurokubi. Not that it's a bad monster; it's a fun take on the rokurokubi as a hag. But it's not a good representation of the actual folkloric entity. The rokurokubi is one of many yokai that seem to exist as a way of entertaining male anxieties about women, particularly in the context of a society as patriarchal as Edo period Japan. So many yokai look like beautiful women... but then they getcha! And a lot of them getcha because you deserved it. These yokai start as humans, and then form from the abused, the neglected and the downtrodden. These people don't have a real voice in society, but turning into a monster lets them act out. Sound familiar?

Which is why, even though the Paizo's 2e rokurokubi has acceptable art, I'm not using it. Because it's a man, and rokurokubi are women in the stories nine times out of ten. Plus, I'm posting this for Monster Girl Summer.]

Rokurokubi CR 3 CN Monstrous Humanoid This woman is beautiful, but clearly monstrous, as she has a neck that is twice the length of the rest of her body.

A rokurokubi is a cursed creature that represents the adage “turnabout is fair play”. The misdeeds of a person, particularly a wealthy, egotistical and stingy one, can cause their child, lover or other person close to them to become a rokurokubi. This especially occurs if the person to become a rokurokubi is abused, as it empowers them to strike back at their tormentor. Rather than sleep, the newly formed yokai begins to play pranks in the night, anything from drinking all the lamp oil to startling people by peering around corners to inflicting bloody wounds. They prefer to ruin lives and reputations rather than kill, at least initially. Most rokurokubi end up quite enjoying their new state, and move around in society after having dealt with their initial oppressor.

Many rokurokubi live their lives as uninhibited and hedonistic people most of the time, revealing their monstrosity in order to get something they want or to lash out at someone who is rude to them. Their necks can be as short as that of an ordinary (albeit willowy) person, or as long as a constrictor serpent's whole body. Their teeth are sharp and inflict bloody wounds, and they are experts at scaring people. Perhaps the strangest ability of a rokurokubi is its ability to drink oil and heal from it. Even alchemical bombs can be swallowed safely, if the rokurokubi manages to catch them in their teeth.

Rokurokubi can form from any type of humanoid, although most of them are human. In patriarchal societies, women more frequently turn into rokurokubi than men, but any sex and gender is possible. They have the lifespan ordinary to members of their original species. A few rokurokubi reject this, making pacts with shadowy powers for immortality—these are the universally sinister rokurobabas.

Rokurokubi           CR 3 XP 800 CN Medium monstrous humanoid Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +8 Defense AC 15, touch 14, flat-footed 11 (+4 Dex, +1 natural) hp 25 (3d10+9) Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +7 Immune sleep Defensive Abilities drink oil Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee bite +6 (1d4+3 plus bleed), 2 claws +6 (1d3+3) Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with bite) Special Attacks bleed (1d4), threatening lunge Statistics Str 16, Dex 19, Con 16, Int 15, Wis 16, Cha 19 Base Atk +3; CMB +6; CMD 20 Feats Combat Reflexes (B), Deceitful, Persuasive Skills Bluff +9, Diplomacy +9, Disguise +9, Intimidate +12, Knowledge (local) +4, Perception +8, Stealth +9 Languages Common, Senzar, one cultural language SQ adjust neck Ecology Environment urban Organization solitary or circle (2-5) Treasure standard Special Abilities Adjust Neck (Ex) As a move action, a rokurokubi can dramatically change the length of its neck. If it reels its neck in, it loses its reach with its bite attack, but gains a +8 racial bonus to Disguise checks to appear as its original species. If it extends its neck, it gains an additional 10 feet of reach with its bite attack, and can ignore cover when making a bite attack. Drink Oil (Su) As an immediate action, a rokurokubi can attempt to catch a thrown flask of oil, alchemist’s fire or alchemical bomb in its mouth. It makes a Reflex save with a +2 racial bonus against a DC equal to the attack roll made with the flask. If it succeeds, it takes no damage and instead heals 1 hit point per die of damage that would ordinarily be dealt. Threatening Lunge (Ex) If a rokurokubi extends its neck and makes a bite attack in the same turn, it can make an Intimidate check to demoralize the opponent it bites as a free action with a +2 racial bonus.

[loveemii]

so there has been a glitch with my inbox button and i am unable to write any requests atm, i did however see this one that i’ll be writing ^_^

Can I ask for a jealous yandere L x kianna komori

But this is where he becomes jealous of Light because one day she came back to the agency with Light

And she had flowers in her hand that Light gave her since he remembered that she mentioned she liked flowers and L thinks that Light has gotten close to kianna

And the rest is up to you

ꨄ——————————✧——————————ꨄ

L had this thumb over his bottom lip as usual when he was in deep thought, he lost focus when he looked at the door open; he watched in anticipation waiting for someone special to walk in. Kianna did, and his pupils grew wider but they turned cold and nonchalant when he also saw Light walk in after her.

Why did she have flowers in her hand? Why was Light walking so close behind her? Why was she with him?

“Hello Kianna, I see you have flowers..I assume from Light.” L said coldly, Kianna nodded and blushed slightly. L noticed this and also assumed it was because of Light.

“L.” Light spoke in a slow monotone voice, “Hm? Yes Light?” L questioned as he darted his eyes to see that filthy criminal who was after his beautiful girlfriend; well she didn’t know she was his yet.

“Are you jealous? I can hear it in your voice.” Light snickered while he spoke in a somewhat teasing tone. “Me? Jealous? Of you? Now tell me Light. Why would I ever be jealous of you?”

This comment made Light’s face turn back to its usual state of nonchalant. “Anyway, I have some new information about the Kira case.”

L invited him on over to give him the intel, “Ok I see..”

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It was around 11:30 pm, Light and the rest of the task force already went home or to their rooms they had at L’s new built agency. Kianna wanted to help on the case, like L she is very self conscious; and also likes being alone most of the time.

“Kianna.” L spoke suddenly, she turned her face slightly towards him while blushing; she didn’t think L could notice. “You’re blushing. And I noticed it earlier as well; was it because of Light? Or perhaps it was because of me?” L questioned in a cocky and teasing tone.

Kianna moved her face downwards in complete embarrassment, “I, it was..because of you.” she admitted blushing even more than before. L had a sly grin over his face, it seemed a little sinister though, “Let’s take a break, ok?” L appeared in front of her, his hand holding out to hers.

As she held L’s hand she stood up and he walked her over to the nearby couch, Kianna was about to sit down when L pinned her down, they were slanted on the sofa. Kianna leans on one elbow to keep her up while L placed his right hand on the top of the couch while the other was near her elbow.

“Tell me, do you like me? Do you have romantic and sexual feelings towards me? I can tell you’re turned on just by me doing this and not touching you. Or..do you want me, to touch you?” L’s face leaned in closer; his nose touching her slightly.

Kianna was already blushing harder than she has when she thought of some eventful things with L..

“Well?” L questioned once more, he then moved his right hand from the couch and used his thumb to caress her chin and left cheek.

“Y-yes..” She wasn’t one to talk much, but L wanted to hear her; in more ways than one. “Say that again, louder.” His dark eyes locked into hers, “Yes. I need you.” Kianna spoke with somewhat of a desperate tone for it to be over.

But L was just getting started.

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@nunezs-stuff i hoped you enjoyed this request!! again, sorry for the glitch!

- please excuse any spelling or grammar errors, thank you

[kimsle]

Your likeness

Dio Brando x reader

I hope yall like it

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You had just been assigned an investigative mission by the Speedwagon Foundation. And apparently, there was a chance a man named Dio Brando was alive and well. A man who (from the info you gathered) killed and stole the body of Jonathan Joestar, your boss's ancestor 100 years ago. Though you doubt the man Dio Brando was actually alive, you still had a job to do, and you had to see it through.

But.... at the same time, you felt like giving up on finding clues. After all this time of investigating, you had found nothing but loops, circles, and dead ends with hardly anything that would indicate that the so-called Dio Brando was even still on this earth.

You had searched for 11 days total and still haven't found any possible leads. You couldn't help but groan at the lack of findings. So why the hell was it so hard to find AT LEAST one thing about the whereabouts of Dio Brando? It's either he's seriously dead or he’s just that good at covering his tracks.

'Damn, the sun is going down already'

Though you were reluctant, you decided to call it a day and try again tomorrow. So you gathered your things and started to head back to the motel you'd been staying in for the past few days.

On your way there, you couldn't help but get the feeling of disappointment and guilt for not having anything to report to the Joestars once again. They had given you this important task and you couldn't even find so much as a strand of hair from the guy.

'Huh?'

The road was crowded with people. Was there an event going on or something?

'Nope, don't feel like squeezing through all these people. I need to find a shortcut.'

You catch a glimpse of an ally way and decide to use it as a shortcut.

Soon you realize that you had just made the biggest mistake of your life… You are met face to face with an intimidating stranger you would soon learn to be Dio Brando, the man himself.

The air around you had suddenly become heavy and the atmosphere dense as you gaze up at the man, cloaked in shadows. The man before you had a graceful but deadly aura about him. He was unbound and possessed a strong presence that left you in a state that had your heart pounding and your legs shaking with your feet glued to the ground. You also found yourself having a hard time breathing as well. Just who was this man that towers over you like that of royalty???

You looked up at the man in fear of what he might do to you. You thought about turning back where you came and take your chances fighting through the crowd of people, but you doubted he would just let you walk away. The man looked at you with amusement as you were standing there looking like a deer in headlights.

After what felt like an eternity, the man that towered over you broke the silence.

“I presume you are the one who’s been sniffing around, like some lost puppy.”

He says with a grin…

“And my, haven’t you been busy.” Not only did you almost find my current place of residence but you’ve also peaked my interest as of late”

He chuckles at his words.

“So close…and you didn’t even notice.”

His words were like honey on your skin, sweet and seducing but cruel and sinister in every sense.

His words left you stunned. You just couldn’t believe what he was saying. Were you really that close? That close to uncovering his base? And if that were the case, was he going to silence you?

‘No…no, I won’t give him the chance too!!’

You build up the strength to make a fast dash towards Dio Brando, with a knife in hand ready to pierce the man on impact. But all Dio did was laugh at your sudden burst of energy.

“Ah~, so it seems the lost puppy does have some fangs after all.”

His honey like words made you even more furious than you were before you even started this fight. You had to end him here and now or everything that you have done will be for nothing. You let out a battle cry as you get close enough to pierce the man with your knife.

But to your horror, the man that was right before you had suddenly disappeared into thin air…..

“W-what!?”

You were shocked beyond words when you heard the man’s chuckle behind you. You quickly turned around to look at the man who had just somehow managed to escape, uh- no it was more like teleport behind you. ‘Oh no!!!’

Was Dio Brando a stand user?

‘That’s the only possible explanation for this!’

Maybe you would have gone in for another attack if you weren’t so petrified by the fact that the man just teleported right before your eyes. It was obvious you weren’t going to win this fight, so you had to think of another way out of this situation.

Looking around there was loud music coming from a distance. You thought about yelling out, but you doubted anyone would hear you over the loud music.

So what other options did you have? Truth be told you weren’t good at coming up with ideas, that was always your business partners specialty (though he’s not all that relevant, we didn’t come here together after all)

“I presume you are just going to continue looking like a kicked puppy?”

He smiles at you for a moment before continuing

“Though you have shown me blatant, disrespect, I am merciful”

He approaches you with a smile on his face

“So I’ll give you a chance to decide your fate”

He says softly

“Follow me to my estate or die by my hand…”

He said with a more menacing tone than his usual sweet tone of voice.

“Now Choose…”

You stood there with a look of surprise on your face, were those really the only options you had?

“quickly before I lose my patience..”

He said with a hint of annoyance

Well you didn’t want to die so the choice was clear. You had to follow him…. You look away from the man’s gaze at the realization of your predicament

“Hmm, ha you have made the right choice”

He walks past you, stopping at the corner of the alley and turns his head to look at you

“Ah~, and before I forget..”

He walks up to you

“I should punish you for your behavior earlier~”

Before you could even get a word in you feel a sudden impact on your cheek that sends you flying, Dio had just bitch slapped you. All you could do is put your hands on your cheek and say nothing.

“Oh and discard that little trinket, we don’t want another incident to occur now do we?”

He turns around to leave

“Now follow along~, I don’t want my puppy to get lost in this big city”

You reluctantly followed him to his home.

[roydeezed]

One Piece-Chapter Round-Up(Chapter 1083)

Okay so this week is probably the first normal chapter we’ve had in a while after Oda’s streak of absolute 11/10 chapters in the last few weeks. It was just a 10/10 chapter. Average really. Jokes aside though, if you’re a One Piece fan and reading this, can I just take a moment to gush about how amazing this series and its community are? Like, we’re all over the world. Most of us don’t even share a language or continent, much less the same country. We all got into it at different points in the past 25 years and at different points in our lives. And it’s affected us all so much. I can’t help but romanticize such a romantic series. It’s been a journey for us as much as it has been for the Straw Hats. And like with every journey, it’s going to come to an end too. It’s bittersweet but I can still remember the feeling I had reading certain chapters and moments. Where I was during Rocketman’s chase in Enies Lobby, what I was doing during Skypeia, how stormy and dark it was outside when I first saw Hogback, and how reading Ace’s death shocked me for the entire school day. And all of that’s coming to an end. I know a lot of people joke about Oda’s estimate that One Piece is going to end soon, but if you’ve paid attention, his insistence that it’s going to end in 2025 has always remained the same. I bring this up because in a recent announcement about the live-action show, Oda brought it up again. I think we all realised it when “He Laughed” happened, but One Piece is going to end soon. I just want to say I’m really glad I got to take part in this journey. And meet and talk with people in real life and over the internet about it. And also enjoy the creativity it’s inspired in the readers too. We’re really lucky to have such an awesome series and awesome community be a constant in our lives for the past while.

Okay rose coloured glasses Roy over, it’s time to shift over into analysis mode. I know it’s not for everyone but I love One Piece politicking so much! But before we get into that below the cut, I just want to talk about how adorable and sinister the cover page is. Doffy is helping out the baby chick but he’s so doing it to manipulate it later. Never change Doffy, stay despicable. Alright see ya down there!

Okay, so we get into some really intense political and tactical discussions right away. This chapter is almost laid out like the establishing chapter of a big battle, like we’ve seen in Alabasta and Dressrosa. Where we needed to know the locations and particular struggles of each battle. But it’s not going to be a battle. At least not in the fisticuffs sense. It’s more subtle. But that’s exactly why Oda is being so thorough in this chapter. Oda prefers to rely on the art to tell the story as much as he can so with the amount of dialogue in this chapter it’s almost like that one chapter of Hunter X Hunter. You know the one.

Right away, we get Sabo establishing the objectives they set out to accomplish and Dragon and Iva clarifying to what degree they were successful. It’s a really effective tool to deliver expository dialogue and reminds me a lot of the way Christopher Nolan delivers it in his movies. It’s necessary to do it in such a direct way to take the hit of setting things up as early and in short an amount of time as possible but it’s also punchy and dynamic as the deliverer of each set of expository dialogue gets to showcase what their priorities and personality are. 

So the objectives. Let’s start with the first. Destroying the celestial Dragon’s symbol. It’s really interesting how the Revo’s symbolic targets are the Celestial Dragons. To me this, and Sabo’s realistic morals later on, symbolize a muddled goal. Because, in the way One Piece deals with dreams and ideals, it doesn’t leave space for realism. Dreams are meant to be outlandish and unreal and way too far out of reach. They shouldn’t be realistic. But this chapter grounds it all. Makes us face the realism of it. And don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love it, the crunchy technicality of it all. And I think this is an incredibly smart way to go about it. But if we’re looking at this through the ideals Oda has set up, I think he’s saying this is the wrong way to go about it. It reminds me of how way back in Sabaody, Rayleigh said that the Straw Hats might come to a different conclusion once they learn the true history. And how the twenty kingdoms destroyed the Ancient Kingdom and took over. I think there’s a parallel there and it’s about how systems of power will continue to oppress if only the cogs in it are replaced. Meaning, the Revo’s could end up just becoming the new oppressors. It’s a cycle of power and abuse perpetrated by the system. 

Destroying the symbol of the Dragons also parallels with how the Straw Hats destroyed the flag of the Marines. Their attack wasn’t planned ahead of time. It was the fastest way to show Robin that they didn’t care who came after them. What she meant to them. This is also what the Revo’s are trying to show the world but the thought and planning of it, belies to us the impurity of it all. This also ties into the third objective Sabo mentioned. Destroying their food reserves and how the Revo’s were placing the Holy land under siege. The Dragons are horrible people. That, no one can deny. And I love the righteous rage of the Revo’s, Iva and especially Sabo. But notice the joy Iva takes in having them go hungry. How dramatic it’s made to be. It’s role reversal. What the Revo’s are doing may be right, but they’re just taking on the role of the oppressors at this point. And I know it’s not as cut and dry as that. That’s war. That’s why I love how Oda has injected this into the story. There’s always been great evil and great good front and center in the story. But the middle ground? The grey area? That’s always been lurking but is equally important. Now that we’re reaching the endgame, Oda has finally decided to let it take center stage and I’m so glad he has. If anything I can see this dividing the community and I am here for it. Because I think that’s when Oda is going to show us how the Straw Hats handle this. And that’s to dream and reach for an impossible ideal. I’m so excited!

Before we get into discussing the final goal, I also want to point out how casually Dragon mentions that eight of the twelve nations' uprisings were successful. You know what that means right? Four of those nations are going to incur a heavy punishment. And Lulusia has already paid the price. Sabo also mentions how Cobra was an acceptable loss but we’ll get more into that later. But this is the collateral damage the Revo’s are willing to accept. We know Luffy would never accept that. And that’s another point of Oda’s genius. The One Piece world is so nuanced. Because I strongly believe that Luffy is going to abolish almost all, if not all systems of oppression. And Oda wants Luffy’s blind hope to set an example. But he also realizes that it would kinda set the wrong message if the oppressed were told to seek out a peaceful resolution, because the world doesn’t work like that. So I think he’s using the Revo’s to soften the blow of it all. Where they’ll weaken the systems of oppression and somewhat take it over, but leave it in a weak enough state that Luffy can dismantle it. That way Oda can have his cake and eat it too. Speculation but I strongly believe it. 

And now finally the second point. The freeing of the slaves and Kuma. We’ve barely gotten off of the first page and I've written two pages of this in my google docs. I’m sorry for the length yall hahaha. But this chapter is incredibly dense. This point, of freeing the slaves, is probably the most uncriticizable of their goals. It’s definitely the system of power I can see the Revo’s outright abolishing. It also plays into the squeeze they’re putting on the Celestial Dragons. Not only have they lost their food but also their labor force. We also know that Sabo helped to free the slaves by finding the keys to their collars and that Bonney is in the area too and that she’s trying to free Kuma so I wonder if Sabo and her helped each other out. But Bonney is also the reason I think we’re going to see this lead right back into Egghead as she’ll fill in the blanks. 

Next, we get the announcement of a new set of bad guys who are directly loyal to the Dragons. Oda really can’t help himself. I believe Oda when he says One Piece is going to end soon, but things like this are why I don’t blame people for thinking otherwise. Oda’s the type to create 99 alts in an mmo before finishing the story with any of them (this comment is gw2 coded). But on either side of this reveal we get discussions on the part the media plays in this revolution. When I first saw Dragon mention that the media censored everything, I was a bit confused as I didn’t understand how the nations knew to rebel. But then I remembered the posters of Sabo and read closer. The news censored the mentions of other nations rebelling, but are mostly letting the truth get out about what the Revo’s did. I’m really interested in Big News Morgan as a character. Because on one hand, this all feels very calculated and in favour of the Revo’s while placating the government, but also Morgans seems to be someone only wanting to tell the best story while ignoring the inconvenient facts.

This all leads to the Flames of Rebellion. See, the way the story is playing out, with Sabo being the poster child of the rebellion, seems to work in favour of the Marines, as it gives them one symbol to take down and end the rebellion. But in actuality, it makes an unkillable symbol. Because if they let him live, he goes on to do more heroic deeds and raise the profile of the Revo’s. But if they kill him, he becomes a martyr and a symbol for greater revolution. That’s why this feels like Morgans is hoodwinking the marines in the guise of helping them and secretly helping the Revo’s. Or this could just be him telling the best story he could find. Either way this chapter must have been important to him as it did contain a lot of “Big News!”

And now, to get into Sabo’s character. I love Sabo. But very specifically the adult version of him. As a set with Luffy and Ace, he wasn’t as dynamic as them. But as the Flame Emperor?!? He’s just perfect. He’s spurred on by a righteous rage stemming from years living with an unfocused anger. For the longest time, arguably his formative years, he grew up not knowing why he was so angry. He didn’t have any context to his anger but everytime he saw injustice in the world it felt like that anger grew. He was of two worlds so he can’t remain impartial or unrealistic. He has to pick one to avoid getting swamped by the other. And it’s a flame of anger he has to keep stoked by fighting and rebelling. He’s worried that if he doesn’t it’ll go out and then he’ll have no purpose. That’s why, while his humble nature doesn’t let him play too hard into the role of “Flame Emperor”, his self sacrificing side and righteous anger see it as only proper that he be the kindling to the flame of rebellion, just as Cobra was. It’s a guilt of being a cog in the machines of oppression. Cobra was a cog just like Sabo. Or so he believes. That’s why he’s okay with both of their deaths. Maybe the mera-mera-no-mi only picks users that see themselves as sacrifices, as kindling to greater causes. One thing we know for sure is that Luffy won’t let that happen this time. 

This picture absolutely sends me. If I saw this even I would be like, yo Sabo, this you? But I wonder? Sabo looked surprised at the picture. If Sabo never went near Cobra, could this be a reintroduction to Bon Clay? We always knew Bon was morally ambiguous, their greatest loyalty to only to their friends. So this could be a deal made with bon Clay to frame Sabo as a killer. Only for it to backfire, maybe due to Morgans meddling. Or this could just be an unlucky arrival by Sabo just in time for the picture. Though I wonder about that because it would be right in front of the Gorosei, who have been teased to be powerful, so they would’ve just cut Sabo down.

Anyways, moving on because this post is dragging and I am also running out of time irl, gotta go do something, we get into the actual flashback. We get the absolute chaos of scattered forces, a showcase of the despicable nature of the Dragons, and the reintroduction of one of my new favorite Revo’s now, Karasu. This only happened because of this chapter. (Karasuno Fly! Yeah I'm a Haikyuu fan too, what of it)(Okay weird tangent but by typing the Celestial Dragons as Dragons so many times, something in my brain unlocked and I just want to point out that Kaido being a dragon mirrors Luffy’s fight against the Celestial Dragons, with the big punch taking him out also mirroring Luffy punching the celestial dragon back in Sabaody, okay tangent over) Karasu is so dedicated to his crow aesthetic that he made a totally unrelated fruit work to enhance it and themed his attack style after it. Mad respect to him. But it also shows how fruit users define the fruit and not vice versa. Love the other captains too but Karasu has shot to near the top of my favourite Revo’s list. 

We also get Fujitora, a marine who despises the Dragons attempting to call down a meteor. Oda is able to inject humour into even the most serious situations. But compared to a lot of the fights over the series we see how tactical and precise the Revo’s are. What they’re doing is messy but they’ve planned it all out. They’re holding back the admirals while Sabo gets the keys. They’ve destroyed the food supplies and the symbol already, taking care of the instant tasks probably at the same time. It’s surgical. 

And now we get the main setup panel. It tells us what’s at stake and where everyone is. Sabo freeing Kuma will not only save Shirahoshi from the Celestial Dragon (forgive me, these shitstains are the only characters whose names I actively forget), but it will also accomplish Bonney’s goal. I’m eager to see how that plays out. 

I love Vivi so much. She often seems like the only one with a full awareness of events. She usually has a hyper awareness of events. We see her confronting Lucci, having her, who I see as a Straw Hat, meet one of their recurring foes she hasn’t had a chance to meet yet. I don’t remember if it was established earlier when we saw the reverie for the first time but the rest of CP0 was also seen in this chapter. 

And finally we come to Cobra. He leaves his guards behind and goes into see the Gorosei. Alone. You realize what this means. First of all. The assumption that Sabo is telling the truth is what we’re going ahead with. Which means. That the Gorosei outright murdered Cobra. That’s… huge. What could he have talked about that prompted such a reaction? With no break next week and such an extensive set-up chapter I feel like there’s a chance we find out real soon. CHOO CHOO, THIS HYPE TRAIN HAS NO BREAKS!!! LET’S GO ROCKETMAN!!!