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My wrestling fanfiction story on Wattpad, Envious Son is close to 2K! I need help in getting to that goal so if you guys go ahead and check it out! Give it a few reads or votes! The book stars my OC character, it also stars Darby Allin, Sting, Moose, Skye Blue and everyone else!
I promise you guys the drama is good and it'll bring you in.
#aew sting#aew fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction#wwe fanfiction#aew fic#aew#wwe#wrestling wattpad#follow my wattpad#read my wattpad#wattpad fanfiction#wattpad story#wrestling content#wrestling community#jon moxley#kenny omega#adam cole#aew hook#darby allin#impact wrestling#wrestling stories
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Go for broke AU part 2
â (Part 1) . (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)
(masterpost)
#edward little#dundy le vesconte#james fitzjames#francis crozier#fitzier#henry dundas le vesconte#the terror fanart#amc the terror#the terror#the terror amc#my drawings#101 go for broke#go for broke au#why wonât tumblr let me attach nice looking links#ah well#iâll have to content myself with an ugly link under a âread moreâ#dundy doing that time honored trick where you get your little sibling to talk to your parents for you#edward little: godâs weakest soldier#he is not being very brave about it#as is his right#yes dundy calls fitzjames âfitzyâ in this#i know he has actual canonical nicknames#but i thought this was funnier in this case#i assure you he calls him those too#since we are given very little to work off of in regards to dundyâs character in the show#i try to give him a bit of a bertie wooster vibe#because why not#and hereâs crozier with the steel chair#i used wwe wrestling pictures as a pose reference#the working title for this was fitzier wwe pillow fight
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As someone who had an aunt post stuff on Facebook about Obama that got the feds knocking on the door, please for the love of god do not go overboard with what you are putting out into public social media spaces. Been seeing posts toeing some really worrying lines and they donât fuck around with this.
#us politics#donald trump#I promise the likes arenât worth it lmao#back to wrestling content I just donât want any of you guys to get in trouble
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God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance.
â Mary Shelly, Frankenstein
#hangman adam page#hangman page#adam page#swerve strickland#aew#all elite wrestling#wrestling#web weaving#frankenstein#aewedit#wrestlingedit#aew dynamite#strickpage#hangswerve#tvedit#tvgifs#dailycolorfulgifs#i had so much fun with this one!!#I wanted to experiment with colour and text :D#I'm so obsessed with these two that I just want to create content for them!#THEY ARE UNHINGED#I LOVE IT
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Watching a musical with your friend who hates musicals
#Hunk Garrett#Keith Kogane#Voltron: Legendary Defender#Mine.#All I want is to fly with queue.#I don't know what it is with this episode and insanely over-exposed shots with weird lighting effects overlaid on top of them.#To make it seem cheery in juxtaposition to the grimness and actual darkness- in terms of content lighting and color scheme- of every other#episode this disaster of a season?#Shiro's arm-wrestling tournament is so over-exposed his skin is nearly as white as his hair.
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It was one of the rare nights that Nightmare decided to actually retire to his room for the night. He didn't need sleep, with enough flow of negativity he could easily survive without it, but sometimes it was nice to just lay down and rest.
He had a dream. They were rare too, if only because he slept so infrequently, but this particular one was common for him when he did. It was about killing Dream. The ongoing war between them was constant on his mind, so it made sense it would invade his unwaking hours as well. In it, he finally managed to crush the life from his twin, in the process gaining unwavering control over the entire multiverse as he watched the other's eyelights dim.
He sat up in his bed.
He was panting. His tendrils, slowly reforming from behind him, were trembling as they hung uncertainly in the air. He realised slowly as he returned to reality that he was gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.
Panic was an emotion Nightmare had rarely been on the other side of for centuries. It took him a few long moments to even identify it from within his own soul, rotten and imprisoned under the corruption. It took him even longer to identify the part of him that he had long assumed dead, which was crying out for nothing more than to cling to his brother for comfort.
For the first time in hundreds of years, Nightmare wasn't sure what he wanted anymore.
#UTDR#UTMV#Nightmare Sans#Had this in my head the other night when I was trying to fall asleep and only just remembered to type it out#This is set before any kind of truce is even thought about#Just the first inklings of Nightmare's passive wants finally shining through#I like to think any kind of truce or dadmare or friendly content of any sort with this guy#comes with a slow but steady arc of passive Nightmare wrestling back control from the corruption#He doesn't ungoop but he slowly returns to feeling love and wanting people around again - especially Dream#And it's probably terrifying at the start for him#Imagine having one goal and gunning for it for literally hundreds of years#and then one day waking up and thinking ''do I actually want this...?''#Like what do you even do when that's all you've known how to do for most of your life#The good news is so help me god he will be happy in the end if it's the last thing I do#But boy it's a rocky start to get there
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OMG HOW COULD I FORGET
I MADE THESE ON MY FIRST EVER DRAWING TABLET!!!
If i remember right, people actually really liked these ones. I wonder if they still look ok
I've been going through the slipknot fanart tag all day, and there's so many awesome talented people around
#my art#slipknot#slipknot fanart#slipknot iowa#art#sid wilson#joey jordison#paul gray#chris fehn#jim root#craig jones#shawn clown crahan#mick thomson#corey taylor#sorry to anyone who just follows me for wrestling content#this is not likely to stop anytime soon
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I got into Metalocalypse recently, and I fell in love with Toki!!!!!!
Iâm making a dakimakura of him because if I canât spoon him whatâs the POINT
#toki wartooth#metalocalypse#twilightpalms art#sorry this isnât my normal wrestling content but this is Tumblr so
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Leon @ Matthew when he finds out Matty beat him in the hotness contest by ONE VOTE
ÂŠď¸ Jeff Vinnick/Getty Images A murder at a pre-bubble play offs match, July 28 2020.
#we been reviving old mattdrai content and i saw this and thought it was hilarious#what is this suplex/wrestling move drai#matthew tkachuk#leon draisaitl#is-mcdavo-hot#mattdrai#hottest nhl player#queue me tender queue me sweet#my creations#cgy#edm#fla
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#chris brookes#ddt wrestling#ddt pro#wrestlingedit#wrestling#night gifs#may have indulged in some content tonight for reasons#enjoy. may you also have incurable brainworms now#my beloved#idiot bastard giraffe man#(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)
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SYLPH SET
Hey guys, here is the Sylph Set featuring 3 variants of a singlet that can be worn on their own or with pieces from your virtual closets. As usual, I've included an in-game version as well as a blender version with 4K textures maps. I hope you enjoy this set and look forward to seeing your characters in it! đđžâ¨ This drop includes the following: Sylph Singlet V1 6 Swatches - Male Frame - Full Body Category Sylph Singlet V2 6 Swatches - Male Frame - Bottom Category Sylph Singlet V3 6 Swatches - Male Frame - Bottom Category Sylph Set (Blender Version) 4K Texture Maps - Male Frame - Rigged New Mesh ⢠Med-High Poly ⢠HQ Texture ⢠BG Compatible ⢠Young Adults to Elders ⢠All LODs ⢠Custom Thumbnail ⢠Disallowed for Random Base Mesh Credit: Wolves Studios Texture Credit: @squaresverse Base Body Credit: @magic-bot Render Credit: @cyrenights Poses By: @sciophobis DOWNLOAD TOU:
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#decvyed#sims 4#the sims 4#sims4#sims 4 cc#sims 4 clothing#sims 4 custom content#sims 4 cc finds#sims 4 cas#ts4#ts4 cas#ts4 cc#ts4 custom content#ts4 cc finds#ts4 cc cas#ts4 clothing ss#sims 4 custom clothes#simblr#sims#sims 4 streetwear#male cc#sims 4 male cc#sims 4 male clothes#urban cc#sims 4 athletic#sims 4 gay#sims 4 wrestling
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I was surprised there wasn't more fics like this for the fandom. Macho boys need to be soft sometimes....
Zoro x Sanji
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Sanjiâs shoes click rhythmically off the cobblestone pavement as he stalks towards the ship. His eyes watch the cracks in the ground and the uneven bumps in the stones until they fall away to crooked lines etched into the wood of the dock.
He doesnât lift his head as seagulls circle him, their sharp eyes catching the few bags Sanji has dangling from his wrists. He doesnât take in the sight of sailors throwing barrels onto ships or jostling past him in a hurry to grab more rope, and food and booze from the carts that sit on the edge of the ships.Â
He doesnât flinch when the seaside breeze cuts through his hair, plastering it across the wrong side of his face as he climbs onto the Merry. Not even the splash of sea water from below, that soils the cuffs of his pants, can rip him from the haze of his foul mood.
The first time Sanji glances up from the floor, is to watch behind him as Zoro reaches the bottom of the rope ladder. He takes a brief hiatus from his gloom to watch smugly as Zoro struggles to use only his legs to get aboard.
One of his arms is coiled around a barrel of beer, the other is weighed down by as many shopping bags as Sanji could throw at him, topped with a box heâs balancing between his bicep and shoulder that contains large heavy pieces of meat.Â
The swordman seems to sense heâs being watched because he peaks a look up at Sanji, his eyeâs just visible under his bandana.
âYou going to help me, Curly?â
Sanji tsks loudly, his brief smile at the otherâs struggling twisting into a frown again as he remembers just how pissed off he is.
âScrew you, Mosshead.âÂ
The clack of Sanjiâs dress shoes echo across the deck of the ship as he storms off towards the pantry, the door to the kitchen banging loudly behind him as it slams shut.
Zoro blinks slowly, shaking his head as he convinces himself not to think too hard about what has set the cook off. Knowing how temperamental he could be, it could be as simple as an eyelash grazed his eye, or maybe he had to buy a bruised fruit or something.
Zoro decides to ignore the temper tantrum and instead focuses on getting over the side of the ship and safely onto the deck. He kicks the door to the kitchen open, not feeling bad when it slams loudly against the cracking wooden wall. Itâs not his fault someone had shut it when they knew his hands were full, and Zoro was not dropping any of stuff in his arms until he knew heâd never have to pick them up again.
âOi, watch it moss for brains.â Sanji snarls, already halfway through unpacking one of the half full bags heâd decided not to throw at Zoro.
Zoro noisily drops everything from his left arm, the sacks opening and almost spilling their contents, while the box dents on one side. With both arms Zoro carefully drops his booze barrel onto the floor, the only thing he cared about getting safely back to the ship.
âWhat the hell, idiot. You better not have bruised anything.â Sanji seethes, storming forwards, his eyes not even on the products.
It was clear the cook wasnât upset about the door, or the dropped goods. No, Zoro knew by now his rival was itching for a fight. Well, if that is the case, heâd give him one.Â
âWhatâs your problem, Ero-Cook? You donât like how I handle them, then you carry them.â
Like expected, his blonde crewmate sucks in a breath before he easily spins his hips and launches a kick at the side of Zoroâs head. The hilt of a sword catches the edge of his ankle, stopping the impact by mere centimetres.
âIsnât your job on this ship to be the pack mule?â Sanji hisses, leaning forward enough that Zoro can feel a flick of spit hit his chin. âCan you do anything right?â
The next few clashes between the pair are nasty. A pinch of hurt mixes with a wave of fury and frustration as Zoro matches the tempo of the otherâs hits. They block, dodge and slam into one another, a litter of bruises and bumps being left in the wake of their moves as they throw insults back and forth.
Itâs nothing new, nothing unusual between them, but it feels strange to Zoro. Sanji doesnât feel like heâs letting off steam, not when one shoving kick almost breaks a rib, or when the next kick almost comes crashing down on his skull at practically full force, hard enough to crack bone. The cook clearly seems upset with him.
âWhat-â Zoro slams the hilt of his second blade into the side of Sanjiâs knee, unbalancing him, âis your-â He steps further shoving into the cook and knocking him back onto his ass, the tip of Yubashiri pointing down at him âfucking problem?â
Sanjiâs glare trails from the tip of the blade up to Zoroâs face before he growls back âYou. You ruin everything.âÂ
With that, Sanji uses a kick to knock the blade away before he pushes forward, barely lifting off the ground as he tackles Zoro at his knees, knocking him onto his back and briefly winding him.
He probably could have taken the hit, but heâs so surprised that he doesnât even realise what the cook is doing until he feels two sharp knees digging into the inside of his elbows. His arms are pinned, stretched outwards with his swords as far from his opponent as possible, as Sanji sits heavily on his chest.
Zoroâs so startled by the approach that he goes to swing his head, to whip the sword in his mouth at the hot head, but before he can, Sanji has taken the sword away. For a moment, Zoro thinks heâll join Sanji in feeling murderous, but some of his anger is quenched when he realises the cook doesnât toss the blade away, but instead places it carefully above Zoroâs head, just out of reach of his mouth.Â
âYou couldnât just keep your mouth shut at the market, could you?â Sanji pants, pushing as much weight into his knees so he can, watching Zoro flinch as they push through muscle and pinch at nerves.
âWhat are you talking about, shit-cook?â Zoro tries to move his arms, he knows heâs strong enough to lift Sanjiâs scrawny legs off him, but for some reason, nothing happens.
âYou just had to butt in about booze right as I was getting somewhere with that beautiful blonde-haired beauty. You had to open your stupid mouth and ruin it.âÂ
Sanji thinks back to the lady, all curves and soft lines and a small timid smile. The brief laugh she paid him for a weak joke was enough to make Sanji float. Heâs sure he could have charmed an evening with her while they were stuck on this island, but big mean and green had to ruin it all, as usual.
âThatâs what this is about? You striking out with yet another clueless chick?â Zoro continues to struggle, becoming perplexed that his strength seemed to have left him.
âDonât call women demeaning shit like that.â Sanji snarls, only refraining from hitting the green bafoon when he notices the other looking worried at his arms twitching uselessly beneath Sanjiâs hold.
âItâs not going to work, Mosshead. Iâm leaning on a weak point in your arms.âÂ
Zoroâs attention turns back to Sanji, his brows furrowed in thought as though he wasnât sure to believe the blonde or not.
âApologise, and Iâll move.â Sanji bargains, his temper subsiding as a feeling of victory settles in his chest.Â
âEat shit.âÂ
Sanji grins at the discomfort on Zoroâs face, the sweat breaking out across his forehead as he struggles to get himself back in a position of power. The blonde decides to lean his upper body back, a show of how long he is willing to wait for Zoro to cave. His hands fall lazily behind him as he goes to rest one of them on Zoroâs stomach.Â
The movement surprises the swordsman, the hand going unnoticed until he felt gentle fingertips dragging across his ribs, pushing at the taut skin. The lack of sight, mixed with an unusual place for Sanji to touch him is enough to cause Zoro to flinch, to let the smallest involuntary gasp through his lips as his breath hitches and his eyes widen in genuine surprise.Â
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.Â
Maybe he didnât notice?
âOho, what was that Marimo?â Sanji, having literally felt the hitch in breath beneath him, stares curiously at his hand, then looks back at Zoroâs face, the faintest dusting of a blush growing on his cheeks as he suddenly refuses to meet Sanjiâs face.
The cook might have just taken the reaction as having hit a bruise, but the discomfort on Zoroâs face makes Sanji curious. So, he does it again.
This time his fingers brush relentlessly over the spot, the touch getting softer as he realises it elicits more of a reaction from the man beneath him. Sanji canât help the grin that spreads out across his face as the pieces start to click together.
âOi, Marimo.â Zoro glares a hole through Sanji as he meetâs his gaze, his blood boiling at the sight of the smug expression on the assholes face. âI didnât know moss could be ticklish.â
Zoro tries to keep his face neutral as he opens his mouth to deny it, to tell Sanji heâs an idiot and to get the fuck off him before he skewers him, but before he canâŚSanji squeezes his hip bone, his long fingers coiling into the exposed hollow of his hip.
He thought with all his hard work and training over the years that he could have held back his reaction, hardened his mind until he felt nothing. It doesnât work. Not with Sanjiâs weight holding him down, his arms and swords useless for once, his rivalâs touch soft against his skin. This was new, this was terrifying, and this was something Zoro had never prepared for.
He lets out a bark of laughter, his face whipping to the side in embarrassment and panic as he tries to will the flush climbing up his neck away.Â
Sanji forgets to be angry, forgets he was ever upset, forgets completely about the blonde that started this whole scene. He can feel the echo of the laugh through Zoroâs chest, can feel the panicked breaths that follow against his thighs. His eyes are locked on Zoroâs watery smile, not used to seeing such a shy grin on the swordmanâs face.Â
He squeezes again, Zoroâs eyes twisting shut as though not being able to see what was happening would be enough to make it go away. He loosens his grip slightly, scratching the area instead, his nails bluntly dragging across the cotton of Zoroâs shirt as a groan from his mouth turns to soft giggles.
Sanji is pretty sure heâs forgotten how to breath. Itâs like heâs afraid to. That heâll make too much noise and miss a single sound coming from Zoroâs lips.
âDidnât think a brute like you could giggle.â Sanji teases eventually, pausing his assault long enough to see if Zoro will answer him, if he is capable of speech.
Zoro is pretty sure heâs going to die. His chest is tight after less than a minute of this. He canât think, he canât breathe, his hip feels like itâs been electrocuted and now Sanjiâs words are burning him. He can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his limbs will surely snap at any moment. When it does, itâs likely heâll melt into the wood of the floor.
âWhat, no quip back?â Sanji is laughing now, joyfully too, not his usual cruel cackle that he uses to taunt Zoro mid-fight.Â
âShu-huh-ut up!â Zoro gasps, trying to regain his composure.Â
He canât remember the last time someone had pinned him like this, and certainly canât remember a time when someone ever tickled him like this. He hadnât even considered he was ticklish, not since heâd grown up.
âAw Marimo, thatâs not very nice.â Sanjiâs eyes are practically shining as he leans back with both hands now on Zoroâs stomach, all ten fingers curling into the soft dip just below Zoroâs abs.Â
Zoroâs eyeâs practically bug out of his head at the sensation. Any thought of shutting down his nervous system disappears as he lets out a stream of loud laughter, his legs curling and kicking out behind Sanji, his back arching off the ground, nearly hard enough to push Sanji off him. But the blonde was able to stay on top, his laughter joining Zoroâs.
âOh, mosshead. I think Iâve found a way to indefinitely win our little fights now. Letâs hope no one outside the crew finds out about this, eh?â
Sanjiâs words are too much, too condescending, and sweet and frustrating.Â
âI-Ihh- Iâm go-ahah-gonna cut yo-oho-youâre fucking tongue ou-ouaha-out.â Zoro warns, deadly serious for once. His threat sounding ridiculous though as his voice cracks at the end, his laughter hitting a shriek as Sanji traces a spot just above his pantâs line.Â
Sanji hums, unimpressed. His hands disappear from Zoroâs stomach and for some reason thatâs worse. Zoroâs gaze snaps from the door to the kitchen back to Sanji as he desperately tries to anticipate whatever the fuck the cook is going to do next.Â
Heâs too slow though because he doesnât feel the hands shoving under his exposed armpitâs until itâs too late. Not being able to drag his elbows into his sides is torture and his shrieking continues as his nerves tingle from his chest all the way to his fingertips.
âI donât think the worldâs greatest swordsman is the only title youâll ever earn; clearly most ticklish swordsman is already yours.â
Itâs the worst comment so far. Mainly because the cook has just fucking admitted he thinkâs Zoro can achieve his dream. The compliment is weird and warm enough to have butterflies fluttering in his gut while his lungs seize in his chest. His face is beetroot red at this point as Zoro starts to feel like heâll never escape.
But just as he thinks this, Zoro registers his legs, which have been twisting and convulsing this whole timeâŚSanji is settled on his chest. Zoroâs legs are completely free. He mightnât have trained his kicks like the cook, but he can still swing them as well as any other competent fighter.
As Sanji opens his mouth to tease him further, Zoro moves. He brings his knees up with as much force as he can in his position, and they hit Sanji square in his lower back. He knocks the cook forward just enough that one of his kneeâs shifts from where they were pinching the nerve in Zoroâs arm and in a blink of an eye he goes from a laughing mess to grappling Sanjiâs waist, rolling the pair over until Zoro finds himself nestled in between the blondeâs legs, his hips pining the otherâs down.
Sanji is blinking owlishly up at the ceiling, disorientated, and confused at how he ended up in this position.Â
Zoro wastes no time in hopping up and falling back down on the otherâs thighs, preventing any kicks or twists that might come his way. He gives Sanji a second, relishing in the horrified expression on his rivals faces before he digs both his large hands into every inch of skin he could on the blondeâs stomach and is rewarded by a loud wheeze followed by a stream of curses and laughter as Sanji loses it beneath him. His whole being wiggling and convulsing and suddenly Zoro doesnât feel as embarrassed or weak.
He was going to kill the blonde, tickle him to an inch of his final breath and make him promise to never try this shit again, to beg and cry for Zoro to stop...
But the heated feeling dies in his mind as soon as he thinks it, because Sanji laughs like it means nothing. Like he doesnât care that heâs being lit on fire by Zoroâs touch. He meets Zoroâs eye like theyâre sharing a joke over a drink, like theyâve just surprised yet another unsuspecting crew, he looks at Zoro as if theyâre friendsâŚand it kills Zoro. Destroys him in a way heâs not expecting.
So, he stops, his fingers stilling when Sanjiâs eyes gather tears and his face is as red as Zoroâs own.
He doesnât tease him, doesnât trust himself to say a single word when his mouth has dried, when it feels like cotton in sitting in the centre of his tongue.Â
âTr-ucahaha-truce. Plea-ahah-se Marimo.âÂ
Zoro stares at him until Sanji squirms uncomfortably at the silence. He watches the emotions swirling in Zoroâs eyes, his face itâs usual mask of secrecy. The idiot looks lost, like heâs stuck on something particularly complex.
Sanji hasnât a clue what could be happening in the green idiotâs brain, so he doesnât push him. Not when heâs still menacingly looming over him, ready to pounce.Â
Sanji handles him the way he always does when he needs Zoro to comply without needing him to actually agree with him.
âIâll let you drink a bottle of the good booze if you let me up?â
Zoro grins then, the tension washing away as Sanji offer him something familiar, something safe.Â
He grunts as he stands, surprising them both when he offers Sanji a hand up.Â
He takes the hand, letting Zoro pull him to his feet, surprised when the other pulls him close, his breath tickling Sanjiâs ear as he hisses âYou tell anyone about this, and not even the worldâs best sake will save you.â
Zoro pulls back then to glare as threateningly as he can at the cook. Sanji looks stricken, maybe a bit intimidated for a second before he bursts into laughter. Zoro pouts at the response, forgetting none of his intimating tricks work on the pervert.
Sanji gooses his side as he dances out of Zoroâs reach and towards the drinks stash, laughing as he replies over his shoulder.Â
âNext time I wonât forget to pin you properly, moss for brains.â
The threat sounds more like a promise, like Sanji is already planning his next attack. It makes Zoro uncomfortable, afraid, and slightly excited. The same mesh of emotions he always gets from fighting with Sanji.
Maybe, this would be another form of release for them. Another way to pass the time on the ship and let off some steam.
He tries not to dwell on the fact that a tickle fight was far less acceptable for a pair of terrifying warriors than genuine bruise inducing sparring.
Who could judge them out at sea? Who would learn of what they did on the grand line behind a closed kitchen door.
Zoro wanted to hear that laughter again, wanted to see that grin across the cookâs faceâŚand maybe, he admits quietly in his brain as he takes the first gulp of his drink, he was looking forward to having the cook tease him like that again.
To beat him with a soft touch, rather than a short blunt one.
Zoro needed to drink the entire bottle placed in front of him before he lets his thoughts continue, before he reaches a conclusion, heâs been avoiding for months now.
He holds out his empty cup and receives a scoff in return as Sanji fills it again, the two of them clinking their next glasses together in a silent âcheersâ.
Theyâll figure it out, whatever this is.
Theyâre nakama after all.Â
#zosan#one piece#one piece zosan#roronoa zoro#vinsmoke sanji#zoro#sanji#tickle content#tickle fic#fanfic#zosan fanfic#zosan tickle#im sorry#i hope you like it#they'd definitely do this#macho boys can be soft#teasing#wrestling#pining#zosan fluff
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as far as im concerned all undertakers should be called "cuntertaker" (inspired by that one preminger fancam)
#shout out to ppl who make edits like. as their main form of content. this shit took so long#wwe#wwe edit#the undertaker#wrestling#pickle's posts
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Killer who needs pressure like a weighted blanket to calm down but he doesn't know that that's a thing or that weighted blankets exist so he just buzzes around Horror annoying him for 30 minutes until Horror puts him in a headlock
#UTDR#UTMV#Killer Sans#Horror Sans#He just needs to be slightly compressed#Just a light squishing#Horror just thinks he's a pain in the ass and tries to have more patience and not give into his shit#It doesn't work because Killer is persistent and can't settle down#Horror probably doesn't get peace until Cross joins and Killer starts pestering him instead#Except when Cross gets pissed he just straight up wrestles him#And when Cross pins him down (because he was actually trained how to fight) Killer just. lays there. content. this is good#Eventually Cross learns how to cut out the middleman and just go sit on Killer when he's getting too feisty#Unless he's in a mood or wants the exercise. Then they throw each other around for a while
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thinking about Man in Glass and what if
there's a pause when they're running away after stealing the map where they're hiding, quickly, in a dark corner of the garden, until the nearest guard leaves
they're both panting from all the running (how Juno manages it in those heels is a mystery) and Nureyev turns back to face him, to tell him it's time to move.
oh. for a split second, Juno (brilliant Juno, heartbreaking Juno, a very different Juno) looks at his lips. Nureyev's running on adrenaline and danger, his composure rattled by what the detective has put him through tonight. He's high on the heist and how they work so well together. He's still deeply hurt, but in the whirlwind of emotions he wants-
well. maybe he lays a hand on Juno's chest, leans in a little and-
closes the distance to kiss him roughly, pushes him up against the brick wall of the corner they're hiding in. Juno's frozen for a second before he melts and kisses him back, hard. Nureyev's hand glides over his chest adorned in beautiful gold, across the open back of the gown and presses his fingers into the small of the detective's back. Juno makes a quiet sound, and Nureyev wants to drag more of those lovely sounds from him, moves to-
file away for future consideration.
"We need to go," Nureyev says instead, removing the hand he just laid on Juno's chest, tearing his eyes away from the detective's unkissed lips.
"...yeah," Juno replies after a beat. He hikes up the skirt of his gown, and then they're running again. Together.
#nureyev proceeds to consider it HEAVILY that night after their talk when Juno's left#you can wrestle my longass run on sentences from my cold dead hands#jupeter#jupeter ficlet#jupeter drabble#ellie writes#juno steel#juno steel and the man in glass#peter nureyev#penumbra podcast#tpp junoverse#at first I was gonna write this actually happening but then I thought nah it's more fitting to the narrative if it doesnt#man in glass content in the year 2024?? it's way more likely than you think#ellie's relistening to the junoverse baybeee
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âYou made yourself a different person than the one I lovedâ â on Kitâs letter, his projections & idea of Ty
aka where i try to make sense of kitâs letter in the context of who ty was to him. basically i think that understanding that kit may not have had an accurate image of ty in his head helps to contextualise why kit believes the things he does, regardless of whether theyâre fair to ty or not. it makes more sense reading lines like:
âin all the world, kit had never met anyone he believed to be so incapable of evilâ
âall his energy had gone into ty, all his devotion and hopes for the futureâ
because you can see so clearly how much kit was projecting onto ty. ty, more than a friendâor whatever you might call itâwas also the personification of this new world and all it meant for kit. kit saw him as this overwhelming force of good, beautiful as an angel, someone who not only wouldnât do evil but was âincapableâ of it.
so you can kind of see why everything was lost for kit once ty went through with the necromancy: because by doing so he was breaking the image kit had of him. of ty as a saviour of sorts from kitâs previous life, the person who convinced him to stay, who made kit feel like he was really a part of something, something magical and exclusive that not everyone got to be.
further evidenced by other lines:
âhe had been too fixated on losing ty to tell him what he needed to hearâ -> kit knows he should have told ty much sooner how he really felt about the situation. kit knows he deflected and in various ways lied to ty about trying to bring livvy back. but kit had wanted to stay by tyâs side, stay included in tyâs plans, more than his desire to tell ty the truth that he hated the idea.
âyou made yourself a different person than the one i lovedâ -> ty as a person being shaped by kitâs projections of all his hopes and dreams, the face of this new world kit was drawn into, the first person he really got close to after he was pulled from one world to another, the person who convinced him to stay.
was the âperson [kit] lovedâ an accurate reflection of who ty really was, flaws and all? unlikely. and the image of ty in kitâs head didnât allow room for the real tyâs complicated, overwhelming grief, either, and the ways he would try to cope with it: and i believe this is part of why kit was so shocked by what happened and why heâs still so angry at ty. because ty proved to him that he wasnât what kit believed him to be, and so all of kitâs hopes for his new life came crumbling down.
do i think itâs fair to ty? no, i donât. but i think both can be true: that kit is upset and had gone through a traumatic situation, and has valid feelings about it while also understanding that he had a very skewed perception of ty that wasnât fair to him.
mostly i think we need more room for understanding tyâs feelings*. how it must have felt to lose his twin sister in a horrifying way, devised a plan that (to him) seemed completely reasonable** only to have his best friend switch up on him last minute, tell ty he loved him mid-ritual, later say he wished heâd never met ty and basically tell ty that he was selfish and then on top of that leave without saying goodbye.
i also stand by my belief that âhow long do you think it will take you to forgive meâ is something both ty and kit could/should be asking each other, not just one way around. i honestly donât understand why both kit and ty would think only kit needs to forgive ty and not both ways. mostly i just donât think the narrative that tyâs the only one who needs forgiving is very fair, or makes much sense with their characterisation + the context + what actually happened.
in sum, when kit says âyou made yourself a different person than the one i lovedâ, the person heâs referring to is an idealised version of ty whom he had projected all his hopes and dreams for the future onto, and by going through with the necromancy ty completely shattered kitâs understanding of him. this is consistent with other lines in his letter: âyou wanted that more than you wanted meâ, âwhen you brought livvy back, you changed yourselfâ (did ty really change? or did he just prove to be different from kitâs idea of him? genuine question), and perhaps most strongly evidenced by this line: âi donât know the person you are now. you took yourself away from me. i canât forgive that.â i donât understand why he canât forgive ty for not being the person kit thought he was, nor how on earth ty was supposed to know this, but i digress.
* i hope this is addressed in TWP because between TDA and now, weâve had FAR more insight into kitâs thought processes than tyâs and as such weâre only really seeing one side of the situation.
** i also think part of the glaring misunderstanding between kit and ty can be understood from their respective backgrounds. obviously for kit, growing up away from the shadowhunter world, something like necromancy is completely out of the question. the way it would be for you or me. but ty grew up in a world where bringing people back to life was something that could and had actually happened. so itâs a far crazier, more impossible idea to kit than it wouldâve been to ty.
#kit x ty#kitty#ty blackthorn#kit herondale#tbh â i could write a LOT more on this as itâs something iâve been wrestling over in my mind since the letter came out#but iâll stop there for now!#the more i go back and reread bits from tda coupled with kitâs letter and newer content#the more i think he wasnât really seeing ty as Ty the Real Person with flaws etc. and more of#this dream and a personification of everything good about the shadowhunter world + majorly putting ty on a pedestal#so no wonder kit was so violently shocked by this not being true. but equally idk how it makes sense to be so angry at ty for that? but#maybe that's just me lol#the dark artifices#tda#twp#cassandra clare
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