#and it aint even the full moon

[slexenskee]

What are the heroes opinions on No Scrubs music? And are there certain songs that some of the pros empathize more with?

Been pretty curious about this since Erasure and the Detective talked about how there are plenty of off duty pro's in the crowd of a No Scrubs concert.

Ahaha should I just go down the list? Tbh idk if I'll ever get to most of these reactions so it's a good thing this was asked haha

Echo: Biggest stan. He can do no wrong. She was shocked to hear he's Dabi, but also loves the more chaotic No Scrubs songs (I Write Sins not Tragedies, But it's Better if you Do, Jesus of Suburbia etc) and is like, nahh that checks out. Her favorite album is "Good News for People Who Love Bad News".

All Might: listens to them during his hospital stay bc Naomasa recommended it to him (the troll lol). He loves them on first listen, bc he really digs american alternative music and is shocked he's only first hearing them now. His favorite album is Death Before Decaf by a landslide. He worries about his Satoru-shounen, bc some of these songs deal with a lot of trauma. Also is like... wait a minute Semi-Charmed Life is my favorite song and why is it about crystal-meth??? Satoru-shounen?!

Eraserhead: thinks "... this guy has a lot of songs about women, for a guy who historically has never slept with a single woman." His favorite songs are 'This Ain't a Scene it's an arms race' and 'Sugar we're going down', bc he appreciates the irony of some of the lyrics

Present Mic: loveesss the vibe of Glass Onion Heart, as he's a pop-fan. He was really surprised to find Ru-kun and Dabi are the same person, but he respects the hell out of Ru-kun and adores his music and has also mad respect for Dabi after he saved the kiddos on multiple occasions, so he's a major stan. His favorite song is Tokyo, or Moving to New York, bc they both have that 'electropop sound'

Midnight: Her favorite song is Misery Business, or Thanks for the Memories. She's more of a peripheral fan than Present Mic, but she enjoys their music. She adores Dabi/Ru-kun's 'aesthetic'.

Endeavor: doesn't know how to feel. Is very overwhelmed. Somehow he could handle watching his son blow up a terrorist cult on live TV but has heart palpitations watching him perform in a wig and a Sailor Moon outfit. there's too many songs for him to parse out. He tries the acoustic album first because it seems less overwhelming, and it just makes him kind of sad. And full of regret in a way. His son is so talented and Endeavor had always been so full of himself that he'd never realized. His favorite song is No Such Thing - he identifies with it a lot and lowkey hates himself for it bc he 'realizes' how similar he and Touya must be to go through similar circumstances. He also really likes Notion from the same album. He hasn't managed to branch out to the other albums, but he always listens when the songs are on the radio. He only really dislikes hearing Say It Aint So, for obvious reasons, even though the whole alcoholism and step-father thing confuse the hell out of him.

Tensei: Obviously has a soft spot for the acoustic album he bullied ru-kun into making, but his favorite is Good News for People Who Love Bad News, bc that's the album he first found them through and he feels nostalgic about it, but he absolutely adores all the songs/subliminal messages of Death Before Decaf. I'm Not Okay is his favorite song, although it's a tough call. He obviously was the first hero to find out Ru-kun and Dabi are the same person, and he's also lowkey moonlighting as an online forum warrior defending Dabi to his dying breath lol. He'll be very embarrassed if anyone finds out his screen name.

Best Jeanist: Not his kind of music, but he digs the ✨aesthetic✨ and is obsessed with some of Ru-kuns more performative outfits, even the ones that aren't jeans. He's actually a lowkey fan of Mitsuya's designs (but doesn't know his real identity) and can spot one from a mile off. He would absolutely slink up to Dabi at a random event and ask him where he bought his jeans.

Miruko: Also not her kind of music, but once the 'SixWings' stuff drops she's curious enough to give it a listen. She likes Glass Onion Heart the most bc of its more pop sound. She definitely just wanted to be nosey and see if any of the songs were blatantly about Hawks, but is a little confused to see most of them seem to be about women.

Edgeshot: Actually digs their latest album Infinity On High. Has a soft spot for the Green Day songs, Jesus of Suburbia, Holiday, and Hitchin' a Ride - although he's emphatically not an anti-establishment rebel like those songs would suggest lol.

Kamui Woods: Lowkey another major stan that keeps it lowkey like Tensei. Also has a gay crisis over Ru-kun. 1979 is his favorite song. He's unknowingly a Smashing Pumpkins fan, so he likes Today, Cherub Rock, 1979 and Mayonaise.

Hawks: I mean we'll def get his reaction in the fic but yes he's a fan, once he starts listening to it. His favorite is Mayonaise... for what will be obvious reasons... and also Island in the Sun for similar reasons lol. Outside of those he's actually similar to Endeavor (which he doesn't know how to feel about lol) in that the acoustic album is his favorite and specifically No Such Thing and Notion. Although when he turns 23 he changes his ringtone to What's My Age Again.

Not really heroes but do the students count??

Jirou: Favorite song is Misery Business, but her favorite album is Thanks I Hate it Here. She's a massive fan of all their songs, but with her keen ear for music she's especially fond of the really great riffs in Death Before Decaf. Her second favorite would be Smells Like Teen Spirit.

Katsuki: His favorite song to play is Reinventing The Wheel to Run Myself Over, + he likes that song in general bc he just identifies with it lol. He also really likes Homesick at Space Camp, again becuase it's just a fun song to play on the drums. Most repeated No Scrubs song on his spotify is actually My Heart Is The Worst Kind of Weapon from Ru-kun's acoustic album... bc he's a massive simp and is absolutely obsessed with ru-kun's voice. Like he'd buy random super racy bodice-ripper audiobooks narrated in a language he barely understands just because Ru-kun was narrating them.

Hagakure: Immediately downloads all the albums after the news breaks bc she stans Dabi and omgggg he's a sexy rockstar on top of that?! Yeah she's a bandwagonner and she'll fight you about it. She really loves the fun, teenage-rebellion type songs - What's My Age Again is a personal favorite, even though she's not 23 lol. She also likes Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner, a Little Less Sixteen Candles, and Sugar We're Going Down.

Ashido: Fellow bandwagonner who stans Dabi and now stans Ru-kun. She and Hagakure absolutely nerd out and giggle in their rooms listening to their favorite villain/artist, and Jirou sometimes joins them. Yui finds the whole thing embarrassing and pretends she doesn't notice them. She's also obsessed with the acoustic album (thank you Tensei lol) bc she daydreams of Ru-kun one day serenading her with his guitar. She likes the classic Fall Out Boy From Under the Cork Tree teenage-romance-angst-drama songs, Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner, a Little Less Sixteen Candles, Sugar We're Going Down + Thanks for the Memories and This Ain't a Scene from FOB's Infinity on High.

Uraraka: feels like she has to get into it bc all the 1-A girls are into it now. She's too embarrassed to ask Yui about it directly the way Ashido and Hagakure sometimes do (Yui usually just hedges the questions off) but she always listens to the girl's answers whenever they do. Her favorites are Dance, Dance and Tokyo.

Tamaki: had totally been a fan before realizing Ru-kun and Dabi were the same person, had the usual gay crisis about it, was mortified to realize he'd made such a terrible first impression on one of his favorite artists and goes on to sulk in a corner for a lil bit but gets over it. His favorite song is My Own Worst Enemy, just loves the all around vibe. He also really likes Jesus of Suburbia and Smells Like Teen Spirit.

Mirio: Had heard of them bc of Tamaki, but had never gave them a real listen until after the news dropped. He likes a classic rock sound so his favorites are ones like Cherub Rock, In One Ear, and the assorted Green Day songs. He also loves Dance Floor Anthem though, just because it's such a fun song.

Nejire: Same as Mirio, it's not really her usual bubble-pop so she's heard of them through Tamaki but otherwise has never really listened to them. Accordingly she likes the acoustic album (omggg Ru-kun's voice is so sexy ~) and Glass Onion Heart's more pop-ish songs like Dance Floor Anthem, Dance, Dance and Tokyo.

The general consensus is very "???" and also "man this guy has been through some shit and has some bad vices about it but damn does he have a great voice" and frankly, take one look at him and think he lives a very appropriate rockstar-esque life lol. Ru-kun has definitely given everyone the impression that he drinks/does drugs/sleeps around with a hell of a lot more women than he actually does (or in the case of drugs and women, does at all).

#fic may death never stop you #ask

[drunkenlionwrites]

If it’s not too much to ask could I get some comforting/protective Vash? Something really awful happened recently and it made me feel really powerless and scared so my heads been like. backward since and idk vash is my go-to comfort blorbo and your writing is lovely ;u; thank you 💕

Protective and comforting Vash Hi nonnie! Of course, I hope you are okay and feel better now. Whatever has happened, know that it's not your falut and I empathise and know how it sucks to feel powerless. Here is some Vash blurbs to help comfort you. I went with Trimax Vash, cause have you seen the man when he's in a full protective mode? Phew Warnings: hurt/comfort, g/n reader, a biiit of s/a if you squint, but it's generally fluffy

You and Meryl stood by the bar deciding on what to get to drink a bit before going to bed. You just wanted to stay up later and gossip, while Milly, Nicholas and Vash were already upstairs in the rented rooms the bar has also offered.

While you were idly chatting and sipping on your drinks, you've felt someone touching your waist from behind, upon turning your head back, you saw a disgusting smile, with some teeth rotten black and felt the warm putrid breath on your face. He just giggled and continued coming closer and closer to you.

You were disgusted, but for some reason, you froze to your seat and couldnt do anything: maybe cause you've been a bit tipsy already, on top of being really exhausted the past few days, so you've been really dumbfounded and didn't act quickly.

You've heard Meryl's bickering on the backgound and her trying to pry the man's arms off of you, but everything felt like you were in a haze, it was really awful. All you've wanted was just to have a little bit of rest...and it came to this now

Suddenly, a splash of red flickered in fornt of your face, you blinked several times and all you could see now was Vash's broad back in front of you.

He wasn't even in his goofy "let's not get angry everyone" mood, he just twisted the man's arm in the way you could hear the crunch of his tendons and just said "let them go and get out of here after you've done with a drink. And I wouldn't bring anymore attention to it in your place, my guy"

You couldn't see his expression, but his words were quiet and menacing. You thought you're lucky you were not on the receiving end of it. Vash nodded to Meryl once he let go of the goon's hand and turned to you, instantly his face was adorned with the softest of the smiles. He placed his hands on your shoulders, leaned down to you and asked "You okay?"

You finally felt so relieved and so so tired and disgusted at the man, and at your inaction all at once, so you simply went limp in his arms sobbing quietly "I'm sorry"

He gently grabbed you and scooped you close to his chest and went out of the bar. "Let's breathe some fresh evening air, right?" He awkwardly laughed a bit, trying to bring you back from your stupor.

He sat at the porch of the bar/inn where you were staying, and you were still curled in his arms. He put his chin on your head, hugging you closer to himself. "You're fine now. Just breathe and look at the moons as long as you need to calm down, okay? Your personal guard till the end of the night is Vash the Stampede himself, and that counts for something!"

You could feel his breathing and the beating of his heart with your back and it has calmed you down in some time. "Thanks... and sorry, I guess. I caused the trouble..." you murmured.

"The only one who caused the trouble is that drunk pig at the counter, okay? And also me, cause I am supposed to protect my friends when they're in need and I was late...and don't just counter me here with anything, okay?" he chuckled. "Just breathe. The chilly evening air is refreshing, aint it?"

Once again, you couldn't see his face and you couldn't understand all the undertones in his voice. Vash was such an enigma to you. But you've felt safer here, on a dirty porch near the bar full of drunk and not so nice people, just sitting in the Vash's arms, lulled by his steady breathing and a weight of his head on yours.

"Thank you" you said sincerely. You couldn't have seen it, but you've felt Vash smiling looking into the night sky.

#vash x reader #vash x you #vash headcanons #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #trigun x you #vash the stampede x reader #trigun fanfiction #trimax

[richardsletters]

Full name: Richad Ramirez   Date of birth: 2-28-60 Height, weight, shoe size: 6'1' 180 - 12 Hometown: Texas Marital status: Single             Family: 5 Wheels: Lamborgini in the SQ parking lot ha   Brother:4   Sister:1 Most Treasured honor: My dick Perfect women or man: Me Childhood Hero(s): Jack The Ripper Favorite TV shows: The Munsters Favorite Movies: Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Night of the living dead Favorite songs:  “” Favorite Songs: Led Zap, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden Metallica, Ozzy. AC/DC Billy Idol Favorite singers:”” Favorite musicians:”” Hobbies: Slicing + dicing + spicing up Rump Roast. Favorite meals: Woman's feet Why you wrote me: cause your up on the times. Or so it seems. And your fine. Recommended reading: All murder books. True crime magazines Last book read: Marquis DeSade -  Jullietta + Justine Ideal evening: Full moon, sex + drugs all night Every January 1st, I resolve: Can't say here. ha Nobody knows I'm: ?? My biggest regret: Not carrying a gun at all times. ha

If I were president, I'd: rule with an iron heart and a rock hard dick. Who: I don't like about people: Everthing. 99% of the people suck. I like most women though. My biggest fear: Nothing. The supernatural maybe Pet peeves: ?              Superstitions: ? Friends like me because: I aint got friends. Associates only Behind my back they say: ?? If I were an animal, I'd be: a tyrannosaurus. Personal goals in life: ?? Favorite color: Black   Favorite number: 666 Political views: None all politicians can eat shit Thoughts on crime: It's a wheel. your either the driver or the one who gets crushed by it. Try and avoid (?) Thoughts on drugs: Great. They should be legalized Thoughts on sex: Great. Everthing goes. Sexual likes/dislikes: Great. Everything is good. Except fags. Women lesbians are ok. Describe first sexual encounter: Prostitute. I was 12 years old What I expect from friendships: Nothing Religious thinking: Satanic evil motherfucker What you are thinking now: Can I suck your toes

#richard ramirez #richard ramirez letters #the night stalker #ac dc #metallica #ozzy #black sabbath #billy idol #led zeppelin #marquis de sade

[shugar0cone]

Shooting for the stars

Pt 1

“All the people knew the story of the ancient evil of Zhan Tiri and the inventions of demanitus but lost in tracks of time there was a 3rd, she was known as the goddess of the stars, she helped travelers cross the seas, made constellations into stories, and most importantly made the sun drop and the moon opel. She lived with humanity and thrived with them, she helped all for she was the gift. She loved humanity and believed in their wellness, so she gave us the sun and moon to share her power, but in typical human fashion they were greedy for the power wars broke out and this angered the goddess. When she asked for her gifts back they refused and turned on her, she had not choice but to fight. her battle armor was made of the stardust her weapon only she could hold. she fought the humans until she got the sun in moon back. She realized the power and dangers of having them together so she entrusted two of her most loyal followers, deminucus and Zhan Tiri. And you know how the story goes.”

I say to my sister as she brushed my hair. It was nice to have repunzel back even though we are only adopted sister it sure felt like we where blood. I can tell she was lost in thought i knew alot has came up, heck she got back and now she was pretty much thrown into royal duties.

“You ok raps?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at me. Her sunshine mood was darkened maybe it was stress or maybe sshe was processing things.

“Peachy, just ya know feeling pressure, but it aint nothing i can handle.”

I got up from my spot to hug her.

“I’ll be here for you.”

I gave her a warm smile then an idea popped in my head.

“If max is free wanna race to the wall?”

I asked giving a playfull grin.

“Sure if nebs is up to it.”

Nebula or nebs is my horse smaller then both max and casses horse but definitely smother and alot more agile then them. He was a gypsy and apalosian cross, he was alot to take care of grooming wise, But he was my partner in crime.

“How old are you again?”

Repunzel asked me this, maybe she just forgets or that we have a 3 year age different.

“Im 15 rember.”

She laughed.

“Yeah im only playing i know. Your 15.”

She bear hugged me and squashed me half to death, this woman beats corsets when takeing breath out of your lungs.

We walked out to the stables to see nebula trying to reach one of maxes candy apples he got from montys. While repunzel wasnt looking i got up on nebs and crewled onto his neck to grab it.

“Ill get max another later, speaking of the crazy where is he.”

Nebula chewed his or maxes sugar coated apple and did a horse like shrug.

“Do you always have to be like this.”

I rolled my eyes as he snorted at me.

“Ok where is max i have fidella.”

The doors slammed open and low and behold we see max and eugene.

“Race ya ladies oh and we are wanted by the guards.”

“Huh?’

Before i can say anything eugene left quickly with a fleat of guards fallowing him, i looked at repunzel all confused.

“It’s just a game, n/n.”

JUst then cassandras father the leader of the guards was in the stalls on his horse.

“Ladies better run.”

I pretty much left a silhouette of me next to repunzel thats how quickly i left on nebula.

I was having fun some guards where chasing me but luckly for me they where newbies so they did not know my cards i played.

“Lets show them how its done nebs.”

I pat his neck we enter a deep wooded area. I slowed down so one guard could catch up with me. I looked back and pulled a brach so it could smack him. The next guard i had a pan of to swerve him and pretty much get him dizzy or turned around. I faced back twords the guards running at him full force, at this point it was a game of chicken and luckly he lost. I detached his halter from his horse and now there was no control over the horse. I ran for a couple of minutes and ended up at the wall but not the one where repunzel and eugene where.

“Damn it!”

I yelled and slapped myself in the head.

“This is like the 5th time ive ended up in old corona. Sware to the king one more time and ill just move here.”

I sighed to myself and got off of nebula and walked to a stream so he can get some water. When i walked up i looked at my face, it was dirty and sticky with sweat. I grabbed some water and splashed it on my face. I looked at the water again to see a second figure a cloaked boy with googles. I turned around to see yeah it was a real person.

“AH!”

I gave him a left hook out of fear, that he looked creepy, and weird. He groaned holding his face.

HE looked up his googles where on the floor his hood was down i noticed I busted his lip.

“What was that for?”

He yelled at me, man he must be my age or younger. I mentally giggled at him because his voice cracked at the word for.

“You cant just sneek up on people like that.”

I yell back.

“Well you cant-’

He pointed his bloody finger at me and fainted.

“OH MY GOD! I THINK I KILLED HIM!”

I grabbed my hair and panicked. Nebula took some water and spat it out on his face. He woke up gasping for air from the shock.

“You dropped these uhh.”

I grabbed his googles and he snatched them from me.

“Im varian the mighty alchemist, and you are?”

“I’m y/n, the girl who knocked your socks off.”

#varian x reader #tangled #x reader #tangled the series

[streaminn]

My bad - Jericho online!

is aight but lemme think

Wednesday nearly calls her family PI to scrounge information on an enid sinclair when enid dropped her name. The only reason she didn't go through with it is because yoko mentioned that she'd drive enid away bc "girl that aint normal behavior, chillax for a moment"

But anyways, Enid was all the way in new york somewhere and so they start having this lil LDR thing where they text when enid's in work and wednesday is gaming

you can even see in events where wednesday is on phone with.. Is her ears red?!

eventually, wednesday streams her playing the game with enid who ends up showing off the ult she gets from her bludhound status; where she can literally turn into a hulking wolf unlike most werewolves who only pop ears and tails during the full moon events every month

There's a news shot that happens too, where Enid and Eugene are seen on cam during a crime scene. Got lowkey popular in twt for a moment bc alot of people were commenting on enid's looks

#wenclair #jericho online au

[feathersketchcreations]

several of you have been waiting for Tiziri's backstory drop. well here it is. along with an angsty art of her as an impling orphan to go with. OOP.

for those who don't know Tiziri is a moonlight imp. it's a species me and my co-owner Echoarts made together when desiging her an impsona a year or so ago. and ever since I've been hooked on the lil imp species. I'm gonna tell you about the moonlight imp lore, which directly affected tiziri.

unlike most normal imps, Moonlight imps have abilities. this is because of how they came to be.

- Moonlight Imps can affect gravity around them to float themselves and others.

(Tiziri hops like a bunny, but she uses her floating powers as she hops to make her look like shes hopping around on the moon. because she hops like a bunny, this is also why Blitz teases her with the nickname honeybun lol.)

- Moonlight imps can heal wounds. However at a cost. the bigger the wound or damage to heal, the more weak they will be and they'll need to recharge under the full moon of the sloth ring which only happens once a month.. so if a moonlight imp aint careful they could risk falling ill from being too weak. Why this is is that moonlight imps have a bright blue tint of blood. instead of the shows black blood, this blood has magical healing properties.. if a moonlight imp doesn't recharge under the sloth rings full moon in time that blood loses it's magical properties, and will eventually corrode and kill the imp. (Spoiled sophisticated little species of bitches I know lmao)

- Moonlight imps are immune to diseases. they cannot get sick. because of their odd blood with the healing properties, this is the reason they can fend off diseases. (Hellbies for example)

- They have the ability to change form Into a fluffy MOTH imp with an extra set of arms, a moth abdomen, fluffy huge moth wings, and fur around their neck with actual moth antennae

- because of their blood being so different, their blood has the ability to heal even the most fatal of wounds- but getting this blood would require killing a moonlight imp, and harvesting it's blue blood

History of Moonlight imps:

so as we know, Sloth ring is filled with candle head imps and goat demons clearly. but what about imps? in the remiverse, the moonlight imps are the dominant imp species in the sloth ring thanks to their ancestors which were normal imps much like moxxie and millie

These sloth ring imps got a little into moon rituals and worshipped the sloth rings full moon. basking in it's radiance, they did rituals under the sloth moon, holding ceremonial parties once a month under the full moon. and then eventually magic moon babies popped out and became the dominant species along with candle head imps and the goat hellborn demons

Not many moonlight imps live to this day because of how useful their essence is however.

imps from Greed have hunted down and killed moonlight imps for one very greedy reason

Their blood has healing properties and is used as the working KEY ingredient to mass produce and make healing potions. Potions OH SO potent, that it is able to cure just about anything.

Sad story, moonlight imps are wanted by the greed ring because of their healing blood. Aaand they're 'endangered'... which leads me to Tiziri's story.

Tiziri's story:

When tiziri was a child, her mom and dad had to hide her in a cabinet and told Tiziri to lock it from the inside. she did as told (this made it look like it was a sealed cabinet on the outside that was unopenable.) before she locked it, her mom gave her a hood with floppy ears cause she was small enough to hide under it.. and just in time because greed imps took them away and ransacked their house leaving tiziri with nothing but the shawl with the bunny hood to remember her mom and dad. .

basically.. tiziris parents and all the other moonlight imps from her childhood were "harvested" for their blood to make...what remi's friend harlow sells in the lust ring. Healing potions. harlow makes a LOT of potions for sexual kinks and needs, but the healing potions need one key ingredient...

'moon drop' which is deadass just a few drops of moonlight imp blood from harvested dead moonlight imps that greed just has preserved in case people need 'moondrop' for anything.

and. yea. there ya go. Tiziri's parents were actually taken away and killed when she was baby. her momma hid her in the cabinets giving her her bunny hood shall to remember her by... and to protect her.. her parents sacrificed themselves to save their little bunny. 😭

since that day she lived on her own, growing up learning to fend for herself in the very home her mom and dad got taken from. because of the trauma, she hates socializing. didn't trust anyone, never went out or anything.

the only reason she met remi and blitz was because of the remiverse au's wide spread extermination where Blitz and remi were on the run from exterminators, hiding out in the living world, only to find tiziri snuck out into the portal as an escape away to save herself too. and blitz and Remi kinda pressure tiziri to help them with seeking shelter. to which she.. agreed. reluctantly...

only for her to start falling for them. and yay. polyship. xD

(the wide spread extermination stuff is a loooong story that involves lucifer and blitz being wanted for breaking hells rules. but now seeing that lucy isnt a bad guy, I'm gonna change it so that ADAM is the reason they're doing the wide spread stuff. because I feel like he'd see what blitz does in the au as a threat. for more info on the remiverse, please see my video on it! it's called "the entire remiverse explained!" )

Art (c) mine Tiziri, remi, snimmer and squiple (c) mine Blitz / Helluva boss (c) vivziepop

#helluva boss #helluva boss oc #helluva boss art #helluva boss blitz #hazbin hotel #helluva boss blitz x oc #hazbin hotel oc

[psych0-str1ngs]

blunts and tarot - Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Authors Note: Ik they made the tarot video awhile but the vid has come up on my tt fyp so many times and I have yet to write for sam so... Yeah.

Warnings: No smut, weed involved, and cursing

Now, you and Sam have been dating for a while now, 4 years to be exact. He of course knew your involvedness in the occult, he understood that tarot, and other witchy things were almost an esoteric topic. He always showed interest in it, and listened to your little rants about what you had seen in your meditation sessions and such. Of course, he couldn't really understand, but he always tried his best.

He'd sit next to you on the bed, watching your hands shuffle one of your many tarot decks, honestly he just enjoyed having the pleasure of watching you focus. The way your eyebrows furrowed, and the way you bit the inside of your cheek made his bubbly inside. Tonight, he finally asked for a tarot card reading.

"You know babe," Sam started, pausing to take a long drag from the blunt you had rolled. "You should give me a tarot card reading"

You giggled, taking the blunt from his long slightly calloused fingers.

"Finally, the all seeing Sam Kiszka has asked for a reading," You took a puff from the sunshine roll. Of course you weren't gonna admit it, but you always loved that he showed interest and support for your hobbies.

You handed the blunt back to Sam and got off the bed, taking a short few steps to the drawer where you kept your oracle and tarot cards. Eyes scanning the deep drawer, you set your eyes on the perfect deck, smiling you pick up the deck.

You walked back over to the bed, sitting with your legs crossed in front of your boyfriend. He looked at you, eyes half open, skin slightly glowing an orange hue from the candle lit bedroom. Opening the deck of cards, you start shuffling them. He stares at your tiny hands, splitting the deck, and shuffling them together again. You look up for a second, making direct eye contact with Sam, his deep brown eyes glistening with a spark of pure love. You felt your stomach fill with butterflies. You giggled out loud.

"What?" Sam smiled.

"You make me feel like a school girl sometimes," You said leaning over the cards to peck him lightly. He pulled back and smirked.

"I tend to have that affect on women," He laughed.

"Oh yeah," You laughed and rolled your eyes.

You splayed out the cards on the duvet, looking up at Sam.

"Pick a card," You said, taking a drag off of the almost dead blunt.

He leaned forward from his spot on the fluffy pillows. Sam ran his finger tips over each of the cards, carefully considering each card, his hand stopped, picking up a card.

"Do I look at it?" He asked, connecting his eyes with yours again.

"Mhm" you hummed.

the chariot

He stared at the card, not knowing what it meant, "The Chariot?" He said in a questioning manner.

"Ah," You smiled "Basically it means you've reached a good balance, you're extremely successful."

He smiled, putting the card back with the others, gathering the cards into a pile. At some point, you had moved from your position on the bed to go look at the full moon. Sam walked up behind you, wrapping his lanky arms around your waist and setting his head on your shoulder.

"She's so beautiful," You said, looking at the lunar body in the sky.

"Just like you," He mumbled kissing your neck. "I'm hungry"

"Me too," You giggled.

Walking over to the bed you grab the cards, putting them back into the box and putting them back into the door. You blew out the candles and walked out to the kitchen with Sam.

"woah now, we aint cooking," He said

"What, why not?" You turned, eyes drooping, you were too high.

"I dont think either one of us is sober enough to even think about cooking." He flashed a dopey smile "Let's doordash something."

Your eyes widened at the idea. "You are a gift sent from god my love." You kissed his cheek and grabbed your phone out of your pocket. Both of you plopped on the couch, choosing what to eat. Fifty dollars, and 20 minutes in, you had ordered food from about three resteraunts. Sushi, pizza, pasta, everything. You placed the order and set your phone down. Resting your head on Sam's shoulder, you grabbed a blanket and the remote from the coffee table.

You waited for about thirty minutes, and at some point Sam's mouth was dangling open slightly, soft snores escaping past his 'O' shaped lips. You giggled before hearing the doorbell ring. Sam perked up immediately, almost like a dog.

"Is that the food?" He asked, immediately wide awake.

You full on laughed at the fact that he was dead asleep just a second ago. You nodded and opened the door, grabbing the bags of food off of the door step.

THE END

#Sam Kiszka x reader #Sam kiszka #gretavanfleetimagine #gretavanfleet

[tiny012]

Oh ho ho Rei

Let's see

Her and Mamo was chased on the rooftops of Toyko while yall was eating.

These past 11 episodes yall haven't done nothing but get thrown around while her and Mamo had done heavy lifting along with Har/Mic trying to find the tailsmans.

She defeats the Youma, Subvillian, and Big Bad by herself.

When it's a big bad yall are either dead or knocked out and she's by herself.

Let's do the run down of each season finale real quick.

Sailor Moon Classic

1. Gets killed individually by DD girls which leaves Usa alone to face Beryl.. Comes back as ghost to give Usa energy to defeat Metallia. ( Not really Alone) 

Sailor Moon R

2.  Actively participates in the battle along with Mamoru and Chibiusa which they gives Usa energy. ( Almost the same set-up in the R movie and Usagi is not Alone)

Sailor Moon S ( Spoilers lol )

 3. Creates a barrier around the school ( which supposed to have been the outer jobs since they were the strongest) and gets beaten up badly by the death busters to brink of unconsciousness. Gives their energy to Usagi so she get turn into Super SM to save Saturn after she gives the Holy Gail to M9 thinking it was Hotaru.( Usagi pretty much goes alone since a big hand takes her.) 

Sailor Moon SuperS

4.  Become unconscious after the Usagi and Chibiusa use the power of the Golden Crystal as a Sprit Bomb as Usagi went to save Chibs from Nehellenia.( Usagi is alone)

Sailor Moon StarS

5. Gets killed by Galaxia in one big blast while the outers betray Usa and kill Pluto and Saturn only for it to be a rouge before they die. The Starlights just stand there while she battles and then saves Galaxia.

In one of the season finale out of five yall were actually there in the finale battle actively participating in her defeating a big bad and not unconscious or dead.

But you want to say she thinks she can do everything by herself when she pretty much DOES everything by herself.

Yall want more numbers to prove this more? Here are Sailor Moon Classic numbers.

Yall get a full point if they defeat a Youma by yourselves and get a half a point if they defeat one together.  

I could have threw in Usagi destroying Beryl but she would have gotten an whole point since she was still alive and they would have gotten an half of point since yall was dead.

Mina! You supposed to be the leader and your average is worse then fucking Ami’s!

Here's Sailor Moon R ( Doom Tree)

Black Moon

Together

I need to do S, SuperS and StarS...

She’s the only one that become clutch meanwhile she have to carry dead weight aka save everyone asses while yall are somewhere dead or unconscious. 

 Its like she come up with the idea of the group project, get the research and materials for it, put it together and then presented it but then you will tease her for talking to fast even tho they did shit and still got a A for it.

But she's thinking she can do everything by herself..

Yall aint shit.

#tanya liveblogs sailor moon #tanya liveblogs sm #tanya rants about sm #tanya liveblogs s #I swear this post was not going to turn into a roast #I spent an hour on this #holy shit rei #you got me on that line

[strongheartneteyam]

💌 A messy open letter/life update to my moots, readers and followers (?)

MY LOVES MY ANGELS HI!!!

IM SO SORRY FOR NEGLECTING Y'ALL FOR SO LONG my kitten is just now healed enough (not fully healed yet. she still has sutures) for me to be able to let her walk around the room and play by herself without being too dangerous for her health and I FINALLY was able to sleep more these last 4 days (I didn't talk to ANY of my friends for 3 days bc all I could do was sleep - even during the day, like, a lot - watch movies n read a bit (books, not fanfiction)/study neuroscience and anatomy a bit) so, now, I'm only like 70% recovered from so much sleep deprivation (being an amateur nurse for a spayed kitten and also doing house chores, mostly by yourself, ain't easy) and I've been logging in here for like only 30 minutes up to a maximum of like 1 hour or so, and not even everyday, just editing some stuff on my posted fanfiction/checking my notifications, messages, asks and OMG you guys are AMAZING!!! So much love that I'm receiving, from moots, readers, followers or even people who I don't think follow me but they support my works somehow, even after me being gone for this long while... IM SO THANKFUL AND MOVED!!! I love this fandom SO MUCH! I have no words!! I've been in many fandoms in my life and the Avatar one is by far the most supportive, peaceful - to a certain extent - and full of good energy and love! I PROMISE I will get to answer y'all soon enough!

And about the talk that's been going on about the fandom dying, DONT U WORRY MY BABIES, MOMMA VICTÓRIA AINT GOING NOWHERE! Speaking for me, at least, this tall blue aliens obsession is NOT something temporary! I'll be writing my lil stories for y'all forever, if I'm able to (lol) 🤍 I've loved Avatar since the first time I watched the 2009 movie, back when it was released and I was a child, and now that I'm a grown woman in her 20s, I still feel such a big connection to this fictional universe, in a literal spiritual level. I was a pagan/had a witchy/nature based spirituality for years of my life, tho I'm not pagan anymore, since I slowly realized I never truly believed in the pagan gods and magick, but, instead, I just see God in nature and see it as sacred and something that should be respected and taken care of, instead of destroyed. I also have indigenous heritage from my great grandmother, love my indigenous culture, live in a small town, next to the countryside, always felt crazily connected to nature and the Universe and been deeply fascinated by space, aliens, sci-fi, fantasy, always been called a "hippie" by people, either to tease me playfully or to try to make me feel bad for being a bit too much like Kiri Sully (istg me and Kiri are one and the same) so, this fandom serves me JUST RIGHT 😅🫀✨🌱👽💕 I'm here to stay and I WILL help keep this wonderful fandom alive!!! 💖

Anyways... I feel like I already "talked" way too much lol I'm wordy, sorry 🥲 but that's one of the reasons I can write well, so... it's got its bad and its good side ahaha

Speaking of writing, I have like 6 to 7 chapters of Realize where you belong saved (only need to edit and fill in some gaps) bc, even in the middle of so much physical and mental working, I'VE BEEN SO BLESSED with inspiration and been able to write A LOT lately, in the wee free time I've been having, so... if you're reading this fanfiction, I might be updating it later today or tomorrow!

Hope you're all doing good and taking care of yourselves! I've been trying to! I LOVE Y'ALL TO THE MOON AND BACK 💘

With love, your messy and a bit crazy but honest and caring fanfiction writer,

Victória ♡

#꒰ა victória speaks ໒꒱ #victória l♡ves her readers so much :') #victória's moots live in her heart <3◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ #victória l♡ves her followers!! ꒰✮꒱

[insomniamamma]

Pigment: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/N: So this idea was kind of kicking around and then the Writer Wednesday prompt gave me permission. I know for certain that I'm not the only one who headcanons Ezra using writing and drawing as a way of building up dexterity in his non-dominant hand. Apologies if this is too derivative. This is fairly early in the Prickle 'verse timeline. Takes place after "Rain." Reader's nickname is 'Artichoke' but Ezra also calls her 'Prickle' or 'Prickle-girl'. Warnings: Mentions of old injuries. Mentions of violence. Food mentions. A little anxiety on reader's part. Mild language.

           You didn't mean to look. It just kind of happened.

          Acora is a trinary system, two main-sequence stars that orbit each other in a slow precise dance, and way out, past the smattering of gas giants and icy worldlets a T-class brown dwarf that the researchers on the bench nick-named Big Pink. Two suns means that certain times of day are unbearable for suit-work, so the three of you wait in the tent. The pod is mostly powered down, so not to overtax the coolant system and even with the scrubbers and chillers running no one wants to move much. You hear Cee shifting around in the upper bunk, tinny sound from her music player punctuated by snippets of singing. She forgets sometimes and sings aloud. You don't mind. Ezra sits propped up, scribbling in a spiral bound book resting on his knee, scratching away with a nub of graphite pencil. Probably running pull numbers or orbit curves, fuel-to-mass and all that. You wonder why he doesn't just use his tablet. Seems like it would be easier. You try to distract yourself from the rising heat, the tiny pinholes lining the tent's seams that sizzle like little stars, irritatingly bright while you try to read.           It doesn't help that you've read this particular mediocre locked-room mystery multiple times. You already know who done it. That's how it goes. Most decent sized benches have some form of lending library, or at least junk dealers willing to make a trade. Paper books are surprisingly valuable out here. You don't have to charge them. They won't shit out if you drop them. Software glitches or botched updates won't turn them into useless bricks.           Acora is not a decent sized bench. A skeleton crew of ice miners to keep her fueled and the flying, other than that it's all researchers. Geeks studying the workings of a trinary system. All of them seemed a bit wiggy, like when there was a dust storm back home and you'd have to seal everything up and kick on the scrubbers and try not to murder each other while waiting for the sky to come back. These aren't even real storms, your Gran kept saying, we aint had a real storm since they started dropping ice down the well. Still, by day four or five everyone would have tight smiles and big jittery eyes and once you'd watched your two older brothers start beating the shit out of each other in the kitchen because one ate the last sweet roll without sharing and Ma had to wade in with a broom to break it up. Not that you really expected a station full of scientists to start wailing on each other, but it didn't seem like any of them had been off bench in a good while.           The rumpled botanist who's shelling out for live samples from this gruesomely hot little moon exuded that sense of being bottled up in spades. She talked rapidly and told the three of you far more than you needed to know for the task she hired you for, smiling big all the while. Your hand drifted downward to the thrower at your hip. Cee caught the motion and gave a little shake of her head. She was stimmed up to her eyeballs, she'd told you later. My father would get like that sometimes. As long as her money's good, who gives a shit, right? A quick and dirty little job while the freighter unloads and refuels, a three cycle turnover.           You try to settle in and ignore the sweat sliming your skin, juicy rattle of the chillers struggling to cope. Best to wait for first sundown, Ezra told you, we'll still have plenty of light but a lot less heat. You peer at him over your book. He is deep in concentration, taps the eraser end of his pencil against lower lip and then against his forehead as if he could knock his ideas loose, brows pushed together in thought. Kevva, he's got pretty eyes, you think, and he glances up at you, a small smile quirking one side of this mouth and you wonder if you've said it aloud, feel heat creeping into your face.           "Good book?"           "It was the first time through."           "Don't worry," says Ezra, "There'll be better pickings on Tirana. It's just a hop, skip and a jump. You can trade for more reading materials there."           "Hop, skip and a jump," you echo, the both of you knowing full well that you'll be finishing this novel and then re-reading one of the other half dozen you've got stashed under your bunk before you hit Tirana Bench. "Right."           Ezra chuckles and you turn your attention back to this foolish story. Bench-boss's asshole son gets snuffed and the plucky hero has to figure out who did it, all sealed up in a ring with the potential killers, femme fatale ship captain inserting herself into the mess. You know all the twists, familiar as the weight of your suit and body armor on a drop, as Cee's music, as Ezra's snores as he drops off into sleep, soft rasps off to your left, and you feel your own eyes growing heavy as well, a sort of reflexive slide into sleep, too hot to do much else, you rest your book on your chest and let your eyes fall closed, sinking into the unintentional rhythm of tent-noise, the chillers, soupy and rattling from sucking humidity out of the air, small comfort knowing the water is going right into the tanks, that it won't all be cycled piss, Cee's music, some Vayok synth pop she picked up two drops back, Ezra's small snores, and you're almost out yourself, right on the edge, things starting to turn soft and unreal, when a sharp sound snaps you back.

          You push yourself up on your side. Ezra's notebook lays on the dusty floor, face down, front and back covers splayed like wings, pencil not far off. Must've fallen asleep writing. You frown. He's had that notebook since before you've been crew. He would not like to see it wrinkled and left on the floor. You pick it up and brush the dust off, straighten the pages, smooth the wrinkles back down and that’s when you notice that his technical notes are not notes at all, or at least not entirely. He has drawn Cee to the life, the tilt of her head, music player covering her ears, that far-away face she gets when she's listening to something new. A Central-standard date pencilled in beneath. You shouldn't look, you should place it beneath the corner of his bunk where he's got his data pad charging, and his stash of Shock-berry Limited Edition Bitz-Bars (as if he had to stash them, they were nasty on so many levels that you and Cee had handed over your share of them in a wordless trade for the regular kind, better the devil you know).           You flip a page, curiosity getting the better of you. A cluster of heptagonal shapes, and you feel yourself smiling. The fossils on CJ's World, opaline red, winking in the sun as you pulled them out of the soft sediment. A good and easy haul, low risk. You'd seen a rainbow rising out of the distant sharp cut canyons, and found Ezra's hand folded warm around yours. That was a good day, you think, listening to Ezra's soft snores.           "You sure you stripped the aux input panels?" He asks clear as day and you freeze, but then he shifts and the snores resume. One more page, you tell yourself, then we stop being a snoop. The next page bears your face and your name, not 'Artichoke', but the one you signed on the line when you joined this little crew. You in profile, but that can't really be you, can it? You recognize your tactical gear, the webbing that holds your thrower to your thigh, your knife-sheath, the tool belt you wear in place of armor when you're on a friendly drop, but there's a small soft smile on your face, a light in your eyes that he's somehow managed to imply in a few graphite strokes and paper left blank. He's drawing weak-handed, that must be it. You flip the sketch book closed and place it beneath the corner of his bunk with the rest of this things. You lie back in your cot and stare at the  pattern of shifting light over the tent, waiting for your mind to settle. It takes some time.

          Tirana Bench is a ramshackle hub but there are plenty of stalls in the commerce ring to poke around in. This is how it goes. Once the pod is supplied and the next job negotiated, there's usually a little time for the three of you to split up and get whatever incidentals you need for the next leg of your endless trek around the Great Arm, books, music cylinders, special snacks, extra consumables. Used books, a hand lettered sign reads, one for one trade.                    You've left what you mean to trade with the man running the shop, and you've got a few promising novels tucked in the crook of your arm when something else among the junk catches your eye. A flattish metal case the length of your hand opened to show wells of bright pigment, cracked, obviously used but with plenty left, a clutch of fine bristled brushes held together with a bit of string. Paint-kit, the tag reads, near new. You fold it closed and examine it, turn it in your hands. If Cee was here you'd ask what she thought, but she's off somewhere else in the commerce ring, making her own deals.  The label is mostly missing, faded yellow against the plain grey metal. The catch is s small button and when you push it, the lid pops open on its own. That's what sells you. Ezra can open it one handed. You add it to the clutch of books. He's gonna think it's silly, you think, and the proprietor obviously agrees because the trade for the battered tin of colors is two novels.        "That's highway robbery," you grumble.        "Where else you gonna find honest-to-Kevva art supplies in a dump like this? Lose two stories or take your trade elsewhere."        "Fine," you say and take the slimmest two volumes and slide them back across the counter, "We good then?"        "We're good," he says and you tuck the remaining books and paint-kit into the bag slung over your shoulder. "Safe flight, spacer." You nod. Spacer as a form of address still feels weird, like a title you haven't earned. You wonder if that feeling will ever fade, if that small voice that says you have no business out here in the black will ever shut up.

       You find yourself hurrying along the ring, suddenly wanting to reach the pod before anyone else, because now you're wondering how Ezra will react to your gift, your present, and you feel silly. You imagine his brow arched quizzically, what's this now, Artichoke? Kevva. You can almost hear him. If you get to the pod first you can stash your things without the others seeing, your books, your vac-packed saar jerky, some new socks because you wore holes in the ones you'd gone off world in, and this little tin of used but mostly good paints. And then you can just not think about it for a while. Gods this is stupid, why are you so worked up? So nervous at the idea of giving Ezra a gift? This is something friends do for each other. Give each other little trifles. Doesn't mean more than that right?

       Of course Ezra and Cee are both in the pod when you get back, Ez arching an eyebrow at you. You're late, Artichoke. By, like, two sixteenths, says Cee, snapping one of the pods many storage compartments shut, rolling her eyes, you had a good half buffer.        "That half might make the difference between us shoving off without you," says Ezra, "Clear?"        "Clear. It won't happen again," you say, feeling heat rise to your face.        "I trust that it will not."

       You hurriedly stow your things and brace yourself for the change in grav as the can-hauler you're clipped to undocks, the flywheels spinning up to dampen the bench's spin and then transfer their momentum to the freighter's smaller ring, grav meant for passengers and cargoes that can't tolerate microgravity, a sick sideways upward lurch and it still doesn't feel right, you find yourself breathing hard, swallowing saliva that tastes metallic.        "Here," says Ezra, reaches across and hands you a wrapped piece of candy, "Spice-root. It'll help your stomach. Hold it in your mouth for a spell. You'll be alright." You take the offered candy and tuck it into your cheek.        "I always keep some of this on hand," says Ezra, "You never know when your inner ear's gonna decide that you're going backwards and sideways all at once." You try to slow your breathing and just listen to him talk, Ezra's voice is like a warm steadying hand.        "Amateur," says Cee, with a teasing grin. You crunch your spice root candy between your teeth and give her the finger. Ezra chuckles.        "Seems like you're about back to normal, there, Prickle-girl."

       Privacy is an odd thing living in a drop pod for extended periods. Clipped to a bench it's not so bad, there are places you can go, things you can look at, food stalls, bars and the like. You can get away from each other for a little bit. Clipped to a freighter? It's been a mixed bag so far. Depends on the ship. Depends on the whims of them flying her. At best there might be a grotty little mess hall where you can get a hot meal. At worst you are locked down in your pod, with no view and nothing but the same shit rations you eat downworld.        It's not entirely unfamiliar, being cooped up. The winds would kick up so high back home that the sand and flying dust could scrape you raw and bloody if you got caught out in it. Privacy is a matter of claiming it, and everyone agreeing to it. When Cee has her music player over her ears, you and Ezra know not to bother her, likewise when you are reading, or when Ezra is running points or calculations or drawing. Silence will fall between the three of you. Not unwelcome. Just everyone doing their thing, usually after you've eaten your last meal of the day, no rules, just an easy habit the three of you have fallen into.        Except tonight you can't seem to settle in. You've read the first five pages of the horror novel you traded for on Tirana Bench at least a half-dozen times. It's not that the story or writing's bad, you just can't concentrate. That little metal box in your storage compartment is burning bright in your mind like a lump of radioactive material. You glance over at Cee. She's fast asleep, music player knocked askew. You know eventually she'll take it off in her sleep. Ezra is still awake. Of course he is. Better now than when Cee is awake. She'd probably roll her eyes and call you a goof-ass, but it's not her judgement you worry about. She'd probably also tell you to quit waffling. You abandon your novel on your crash couch and fetch the paint kit from your storage locker.        "Hey, Ezra?"        "Yeah?" You turn to him, holding the little box behind your back.        "I, uh, found something I thought you'd like. On the bench." He's sitting up on the edge of his crash couch, legs hanging over, sketchbook spread across his lap, looking at you expectantly. You offer him the paint-kit. He looks at the battered metal box and then back up at you, that little line starting to stitch itself between his eyebrows. You feel yourself starting to smile a little at his confusion.        "Push the button," you say and he does and the dented lid springs up.  You set the box on the sketchpad, flat surface folded open and step back, hands worrying at each other. Ezra raises his hand to his mouth. His face runs through a complication of emotions.        "I saw some of your drawings. I didn't mean to pry, you fell asleep and dropped your book and I didn't think you wanted it getting all dirty, and I saw this kit and thought you might like to try some colors," Your face and neck go hot. You're rambling. "I mean, you always say how you gotta have the right tools for a job and I saw this and figured I'd get you some tools. It doesn't mass much more than a book. I thought--"        "Get me a squeeze bulb with some water, yeah?"        "Yeah okay," you say, and snag a squeeze, "You're gonna try it now? It's kind of late-" Ezra makes a dismissive noise.        "We've got fifteen and a quarter cycles cooling our heels in this pod," says Ezra. You look at him and he is beaming, dimples sunk into his scruffy cheeks, eyes warm and crinkled, he glows and you feel yourself warmed by him, feel yourself mirroring his smile.

       "Plenty of time to sleep," you say and plop down next to him with the squeeze bottle of water, "I think this big well is meant for the water."        "I think so too," says Ezra, and his smile falters slightly, "Can you hold the paints for me? I can finagle some sort of lap board later, maybe one of the grading trays--"        "Sure, Ez, I've got you." You rest the box on your knee so he can reach. Ezra wets the brush and dips it into one of the paint-wells, long dried pigments soaking up into the fibers. He strokes the bristles over the paper, a long blue squiggle, experimenting with pressure and thickness. Dips a second brush into the clean water and uses it to draw the blue across the paper, staining the fibers, fading color like some sort of magic trick.        "How do you know how to do that?" Ezra shrugs.        "My mother drew and painted when she had the time," he says, "I used to watch her and she'd let me try my hand at it, but I was never any good."        "Well that's bullshit," you say. The blue squiggle becomes a fractal pattern, an oxbow river seen from orbit.        "It's not though," says Ezra, rinsing the blue out and going for a deep green, "Cee got me my first blank book. I had to teach my weak hand how to be clever. I meant to teach myself how to write again. I'd copy out my letters over and over and my hand would cramp after a spell. Drawing helped me loosen back up." A constellation of green dots and drips make a forest, tiny pink pin-pricks a field of flowers.        "My handwriting is still utter dogshit though," he muses, fully focused on the sketchbook in his lap, "Funny how that works."        "Kevva might take a lot from you, but she always gives something back," you say, one of your Gran's expressions popping out of your mouth unbidden.        "Just so, Artichoke, just so."

#writer wednesday #ezra x f!reader w/cee #ezra prospect x f!reader #prickle 'verse #prospect AU #prospect fic #pedro pascal #writer-wednesday

[madamemiz]

dang the moon aint even full tonight but it looked like a huge bright orange in the sky as it rose

[tfw-no-tennis]

onepiece liveblogs 811-812

yea babeyyyyy

811!!

wow caesar just completely unable to read the room huh. not even charming like when luffy does it 🙄

get his ass chopper

sanji looks so chill w his sunglasses on lol he looks like he's about to go cruising around in a convertible

luv the strawhats fucking up enemies

so all the women in one piece are drawn w/yuri legs but honestly brook and sanji have it a bit too lol

also obligatory - I haaate how the women look in modern one piece style, I miss the style from the beginning of the show sooo much, everyone was so cute ughhghhgh

the men too honestly why is everyone all roided out. why are the necks Like That

n e wayz

nah sanji don't listen to caesar of all people re: the minks

nami and wanda gay meetcute fighting <3

like liiiiterally nami pinning and straddling wanda????? nami my beloved lesbian

OOOOBHHHH chopper taking charge and triaging oooooobbhh I loooove when he does medical stuff awbhh

^biased bc I'm currently in medicine school

NAAMI ILY NAMI

chopper forcing caesar to help...yes get his ass chopper<3

omg nekomamushia Large. like I knew that but seeing sanjji climb on him puts it in perspective lol

all the straw hats helping w the medical stuff <333

nami wanda mistaken enemies to lovers speedrun

I luv franky did u know

chopper pulling day AND night shifts he's such a dedicated Dr aww

luffy's like fuck yes I wanna meet the giant cat guy

loving the subtle full moon foreshadowing w/the minks

brook should do some musical exposition

THE DRAMA I LOVE IT YUMMMMMMMM

omg pekoms I was wondering when he'd appear

this is so tense and it's taking so long to find out where sanji went I can't even imagine reading this live lol

812!

awwww nojiko and genzo!!!! <333

so many people in this arc wearing sunglasses lol

sanji becomes a furry then gets kidnapped: the arc

nami seeing sanji being annoying like :|

Kill Him Nami

yea I don't wanna see momo's human form either bc of that haircut 😅 ik it's traditional but uh. oof

caesar's evil thought bubbles of 'why must I be forced to do non-evil things' lmfaoooo

'the animal kingdom pirates'? that aint is chief lol

also me reading that as animal cracker pirates lmfao

HHHHHHHHHHHH THE DRAMATIC TENSION (for me, upon reread, seeing caesar freak out bc he thinks the big mom pirates are here for him, BUT THEY'RE REALLY HERE FOR SANJI...ok and caesar but ALSO SANJI)

'when did we become bros' ok get his ass sanji.

wowww caesar fucked over big mom. Good Going Moron lol

I do love when sanji gets to be like. strategic. that's one of my favorite aspects of his character, and it separates him nicely from zoro & luffy, the other main fighters - I especially love early on in the story when sanji will go full sneaky and run off to ruin the enemies plans before anyone realizes what's happening

so yea I love him being in charge here

him glaring down at bege...does sanji have any idea that bege is here for him??? I don't remember but hhhhhh juicy

brook is like. comically tall and skinny lol

HAHAHAHA the panel of pekoms hugging sanji is FANTASTIC lol

damnnnnn I forgot that pekoms was willing to let sanji go and take the fall w/big mom...

PEKOMS OH NO does he actually die I don't remember. doubt it

ok bege's power is like. SO weird and One Piece™ and also cool??? like wtf. his nickname is 'gang' and like. yeah. he is a whole gang bc he's a castle with a bunch of shrunken dudes in him lol

Bag Of Holding Ass Powers..

ngl i fucking LOVE in one piece when a character is like 'I have the ____-____ fruit. I'm a ____man' like idk why but that tickles me lol

like bege saying 'I have the castle-castle fruit. I'm a castle man' fantastic 10/10

omg I forgot abt bege's guy who looks like a cross between chrollo hxh and ryuk deathnote and is also named vito (godfather reference that I now understand after watching it lol)

like mannnnn it's so weird that they all go inside bege lmao but also it makes sense. bc its one piece

I feel like sanji must know something is up, with everyone else chained up on the floor and he's at the table talking to bege - though it could be that sanji's the one in charge, but stiiiiill...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THERE IT IS THERE IT IS THERE IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSS

SOOOOOOO FUCKING HYPE legit probably my favorite cliffhanger in all of one piece MANNNNNNNNN

like. listen. AUGHHHHH so much. the 'chapter 800+ secret family reveal' WOULD NOT WORK in like 99.9% of stories but it flows PERFECTLY in one piece bc there is such a precedent for this sort of thing!! for the sort of behavior where you never ever talk about your 'real' (biological) family or where you came from bc IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT!!! OF ONE PIECE!!!!! that the characters get to CHOOSE where they belong and who their family is

(also this reveal happening so late makes the sabo reveal - the 'chapter 500+ secret amnesiac brother reveal' - seem practically early lol)

and like, obviously this theme of choosing your family is handled a lot - like everything with ace, who does exactly this ^ and yet is still burdened by his blood

but ok what I'm getting at is that in basically any other story, a reveal about one of the main characters coming this late would be suuuuuch a stupid asspull, but in this case, it's one of the best writing decisions in the story in ages

like half the straw hats have mysterious/unknown biological origins - nami, zoro (outside of SBSs), franky, sanji (before now), brook (ig lol)...even luffy's mom and robin's dad and stuff are never mentioned. and none of this is ever really remarked upon - they DO have family, even if it isn't by blood

so the story sets this standard that the found family is The family and it doesn't matter where the characters came from. and this is the 'right' way of going about things, that the straw hats and other 'good guys' support

however, not everyone in the story agrees with this. which is huuuuge and so so juicy. like, ace gets to choose his brothers and his pirate dad/family, but the world govt will NOT forget or ignore his biological parentage, and they kill him for that. GODDDD it's so goooood

so you get the POV charaters (straw hats) who believe that where you came from biologically doesn't matter, and a lot of the antagonist characters who think it DOES matter.

so this creates the perfect atmosphere for us to never hear about the vinsmokes, bc we're seeing things via the straw hats, and sanji would never want or need to mention them, ever

the antagonists, though...different story. so that allows the perfect time for a reveal here!!!!

and HHHHH there are some EXCELLENT little tidbits earlier in the story - obviously sanji mentioning he's from north blue, and even his name w/the 'three'...it's stuff that's so small that it can easily be brushed aside if it doesn't amount to anything, but since it did we can look back and be like oh shiiiit

even him calling himself mr prince!!! like...he technically IS a prince by blood!!!

and like, ik a lot of people thought he'd be a celestial dragon, but I think it's better this way, bc if he DID have knowledge of the celestial dragons, even from when he was a kid, that would be useful in a way that would make it look bad if he witheld the knowledge previously, whereas the vinsmokes existing and sanji knowing about them doesn't really help anything...anyways, rambling.

so I love the last panel here, with sanji just looking completely shocked and horrified. because it isn't like he's really been hiding his past on purpose - he thought it didn't matter where he was originally from, because with the straw hats, it DIDN'T!!

but I feel like he had to have thought about it at least sometimes - what would happen if the vinsmokes came looking for him for whatever reason

but at the same time, we find out later that they basically kicked him out and told him to never come back, so he probably thought he'd never have to deal with them again (though I feel like he had to have wondered if he'd ever run into them in his travels...)

aaaanyways okay this is getting long and this is literally just the beginning of my long meta rants I'm sure. more to come soon!

#ehell yeahhhhh #lj reads one piece

[poetdreamerfool]

[freestyle poetry] 101 swords

I. when the ops eyein me I'm moving like lion be silently if its antelope violently work hard like I don't know what talent be where I be niggas just roar there aint no growling we disciplined like this Shao Lin the beatings continue til you find zen when they give 100 give a 1000

II. these ain't punchlines this kung fu I'm van damme bruce and jackie mixed with monk who taught Sun Tsu thats what a life time of trauma wins you when a limb is cancerous its a cut like Ginsu excalubur sword of omens masamune with the scabbard with the runes my family toxic and I'm Mr. Manhattan on the moon cooking up the dreamscapes III. never save em edna mode no capes! but I got a full vape hit it twice my soul escapes then its found on the microphone channeled through my pen my words hit you spine like a xylophone

gun to my head I couldn't spell xylophone but I can spell g r i n d m o n e y on my mind over matter mirror mirror on the wall took my gaze and shattered cause my likeness is paradoxes and anti-matter irony and the shit that goes bump in the night

IV.

me and my demons tight like the grip of a shark bite getting chewed but in this story like the apple gave god a bite if all I see is tunnel then I am the light born from a darkness that says I can't cast a shadow right even though my shadow like a ninja in a shadow fight how else could I be so fucking bright? how could doing something wrong feel so fucking right? V. but its a loss-- karma isn't automatic someone has to to pull the string knotted to the thing

VI. growing up is the accumulation of left over pain fibers clumsily woven into armor for the elightened warrior who puts down the sword put your rage away lick and seal it like an envelope hope is dope they ain't lynching niggas but they selling rope the sword in my hands feels like a homie's handshake forgiveness isn't noble its a passage to a giant blinking neon sign: Dream big or don't live

VII. the weed jar like a koi pond blunt bridge we burn those other people's lessons we learn those the next question I'll ask my parents is where the urn go? ashes to ashes dust to dust to the fire to burn is to exist and existing is just so giveth the tree shine and be free.

#poetry #freestyle rap #black poets on tumblr #writerscreed #twcpoetry #SoundCloud

[muthamorphosis]

TLKGRL (feat. Muthaleficent, Mutha Medusa, Tyler & Khloe) prod. by Fly Anakin

its me

big b

real rapper

miss honey

get money

no actors

he gon pass me the plate

im the pastor

he aint never hung out 

with a bastard

i’m the drama

the damage

disaster

i’m the chaos

the spell

imma cast her

i’m so magic

the bait

and the master

you so tragic 

the pity

the laughter

like 

hahaha

how many ds can i fit in my bra

how many gs can we smoke in the car

how many ways can i say im a star

yea

nah

more like the moon

i’m not a witch

im a goon with a broom

cant let a bitch get me sick

i’m immune

cant let a trick have a good afternoon

bitch

im bout to ruin his life

burning his laundry

and fuck on his wife

yea

bitch

fuck being nice

i’m a bully

i like when we fight

if she run up she done up

goodnight

blow a kiss

suck a dick

end a life

i’m the hardest

i carve like a knife

i’m the coldest

the slushy, the ice

yea

yea

bitches is losers

type of bitch that be fuckin abusers

type of wrist you might find in a cooler

type of pussy you find at a jeweler

let him think he the one 

then i use him

hate a nigga who full of delusions

hate a bitch who gon jump to conclusions 

let her meet her demise with confusion 

if i said i said it and meant it

when i’m speaking he shut up & listen

if i leave he gone know what he missin

i’m a goddess my body the mission

she aint classy 

that lil bitch detention

put that birkin away

so pretentious

that shit ugly

atrocious

hideous

big ol bag & aint shit even in it

lol bitch thats why u my bestie

imma school em if bitches get testy

imma squeeze her 

that bitch gettin zesty

bitches trash but this pistol is hefty 

yea

(break)

anyways yea bitch i’m back

fuckin shit up like the cat in the hat

imma sit back & just watch em react 

i cannot lose cuz i’m pretty & black

yea

aye

bitches is wack

sleep on my schedule

that hoe need a nap

she want a show imma pull up & clap

round of applause for the hoes in the back 

yea

smoke on that bitch like a black

ducking & dodging

she under attack

pimpin these hoes

the return of the mack

he wont make it to dinner

he needed a snack

bitch

ooh

you so nasty

neck is glittery, glossy, glassy

left the house just to fuck on his daddy

slut him out

let him bang on a baddie

gotta go

gotta fuck on my nigga

he the reason that ass gettin bigger

tis the season, i’m cuffing, its sicker

warm it up, mix the coke with the liquor

it was good catchin up

imma hit ya

you don’t pick up the phone

imma split ya

pull up on me this week

bitch i miss ya

planet 7 4 life

you my sista

#BbyMutha #left4dead2 #Bandcamp

[twinanimatronics]

Is it bad that I don't get mad whenever Gregory shows up in Twins? Like eksjjdjd I know he tased Moon but he also had plenty of reason to still be afraid of him? After his whole traumatic night, Moon trying to restrain him is reason enough for him to try and defend himself, even if he didn't fully understand the situation (in fact, especially so). Like,, I enjoy that everyone in the fic has a past, and reasons for acting the way they do. It's my favorite thing about the fic. And Gregory as a character is dear to me, so I just love whenever he gets to be in the story 🥺

Long story short, him suddenly showing up over the Reader's shoulder was surprising but then I enjoyed the following scene so E

And Freddy berating him and Gregory looking like he was close to tears?

I have no excuse other than I'm filled with empathy

Nah it aint cjejdjdjdj

That exactly how I’m writing this boy tho

And he also gets some development even if not the full focus of the fic

[tiny012]

Naw.

This aint it.

I don't agree with the first tweet at all.

Sailor Cosmos has always been ambiguous and always been labeled as the future version of Sailor Moon.

NOT Usagi Tsukino herself.

To the point that even her own creator, Naoko don't even know who she is.

Meaning it could be another incarnation of Sailor Moon from another timeline who heard of the legend of Usagi Tsukino's Sailor Moon.

But of course the fandom ran away with it and made Sailor Cosmos as Usagi.

So since Kotono is voicing ChibiChibi ,the person Cosmos is disgusing herself as people thought she was voicing Cosmos.

Which nope!

So now we have Keiko who has been apart of the Sailor Moon family since she was a teenager,( in a series that doesn get the love that it should) get the part of ambiguous Cosmos.

Instead of people embracing the fact one of our own is voicing this ambiguous part and its a full circle moment for her,you got her freaking apologing!

And for what?

Because her casting disproves a very popular fandom headcanon that is not even canon because even the author herself doesn't know who this mysterious Sailor is???

Yall had an idea on who this character was even it had never been confirmed.

In which you had the musicals that could have comfirmed her idenity but never done it???

That idea cause yall to make a person apologize for a role they audition to get and thought they wouldn't be suitable for the role even tho her follow sisters ( PGSM women) had her back and supported her,Kotono had her back and sound like Naoko had her back as well.

Do yall hear yallselfs?

That is not a excuse for the behavior displayed.

It could have been an actress not even apart of the Sailor Moon fam but the fact it was someone is already apart of it make it worst.

For the second tweet, sound like Naoko was in the room when Keiko did her lines so they knew what they was doing. Which make sense to have someone else voice her instead of Kotono because she supposed to be ambiguous. She doesn't supposed to be Usagi. If Kotono voiced her then it would prove the fact Usagi is Cosmos. Honestly I really like the idea that Cosmos is not Usagi and I'm glad they are going in this direction with another VA.

So this aint it.

Your shock shouldn't cause someone to apologize for something they worked hard on and should be proud of.

You need to reevaluate your choices.