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Yes it is me, I was petting my pet cat she was brushing up on my legs. I actually have 2 cats the fuzzy one was trying to lay on my lap. She’s a menace but she can be sweet. I’m fine btw.-🐬

That's great! Just making sure!

and cats are such cute little shits lmao

#mittens answers

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Had the hilarious intrusive thought about Nikia living on the Moby for a while and struggling cause some folks either don't know, dont care, or dont take it seriously that she's with Izou and Thatch. She keeps getting told to call them by their title and she's just... Struggling. Like.

"Please, I'm just trying to live!"

Cause while Izou can behave for the most part, Thatch always reacts quite noticably to being called 'Commander'. They both like it a little too much.

Doesn't help that she does use their title when interacting in an official capacity, IE, being told to inform Whitebeard about an incoming storm or ship. Cause that's just what she does. It's a matter of manners and respect to use titles when the power and authority is being exercised.

Then she quickly runs off because she knows sticking around is a bad idea.

It's a struggle none of them expected and it's quite an adjustment.

It's also possible that the parties pressuring her do know and are just being shits.

#mittens muses #op oc nikia #vageuly nsfw vibes #if u know u know

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Petting my

Cat is so nice it feels amazing just thought you should know-🐬

Ngl, Dionysus, I genuinely hoped this was u cause I could only read the first three words in my inbox and I seriously thought it was a porn bot for a second getting weirdly creative!

Side note, I also hope you mean an actual cat, otherwise your ask concerning Akainu has officially been dethroned as the weirdest, out of left field ask.

Still doing okay bro? Just checking, the formatting is a little wack and I can only assume you're high again. I hope if that is the case it's being done safely and you're okay!

#mittens answers

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Happy 4/20, I’m been thinking about you know how imu looks like all I can hear when I see him is “all hail plankton” from that one SpongeBob movie. Also now I’m major simping for kizaru rn, I love his suit and his voice.-🐬

Sorry for the late response, hope you had a good 4/20 lol!

And it's nice to hear from you Dionysus! There sure are a lot of very good voice actors in One Piece, though I suppose it's a tad inevitable with a cast that big, isn't it?

#mittens answers #one piece #once again gracing my inbox with your chaos #a pleasure as always

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Lol, alright, I see your point!

Perhaps I'll post it on my birthday as a little treat. Should have a few more chapters by then, assuming I don't scrap it and start over!

So I have two things I need to do this week. One being a comm for ceb (got the doc set up and everything, I swear!) and one being zine art (which is technically due May 1st I believe, oof!). And then I have a zine piece i need to write but the deadline for that is a ways off so I'm not concerned about it right now.

And my Oh Shit Sale is still active and will be closed down when my roomies get jobs, which should be within the next week or so.

but this isn't about that.

If you've been squatting about the sidelines for a bit, you may have noticed I've gotten back into pokemon. One character and fic that's build more for the laughs and shenanigans and the other with a Tragic Backstory (TM) that's more about the plot that I've been tooling for the past few weeks.

For Fin, the character with unfortunate history, I've actually written about 4K for. Still lowkey tooling some details but they're down the line honestly and it doesn't feel as dire when I acknowledge that this will be a slow update fic rather than my previous approach where I assume I'll be able to regularly update.

And anyway, I'm wondering if I should start posting it or wait until I have a lot more written for it and risk losing motivation to share it. I've got a few like that where I have a lot written but it's lived exclusively in my head and hard drive for so long it sort of doesn't register as interesting anymore for anyone. which is a little silly given no one but me has read it. Last I checked it was over 100 pages?!? But I think I was skipping around the plot with that too, I don't know. It really has been months since I've looked at it.

And anyway, I figured I'd see what the response was while I turned my actual attention to necessary projects in the short term.

TLDR: Should I start posting chapters of "Lay Down New Tracks", a Pokemon Black/White fanfic featuring Finley, a tragic retired champion of Kanto rediscovering her love of battle after losing her entire team almost a decade ago with the help of the Battle Subway and her support pokemon Platinum (a riolu).

I do have some details I want to iron out more, like integrating sign a bit since Finley is selectively mute.

[mamamittens]

So I have two things I need to do this week. One being a comm for ceb (got the doc set up and everything, I swear!) and one being zine art (which is technically due May 1st I believe, oof!). And then I have a zine piece i need to write but the deadline for that is a ways off so I'm not concerned about it right now.

And my Oh Shit Sale is still active and will be closed down when my roomies get jobs, which should be within the next week or so.

but this isn't about that.

If you've been squatting about the sidelines for a bit, you may have noticed I've gotten back into pokemon. One character and fic that's build more for the laughs and shenanigans and the other with a Tragic Backstory (TM) that's more about the plot that I've been tooling for the past few weeks.

For Fin, the character with unfortunate history, I've actually written about 4K for. Still lowkey tooling some details but they're down the line honestly and it doesn't feel as dire when I acknowledge that this will be a slow update fic rather than my previous approach where I assume I'll be able to regularly update.

And anyway, I'm wondering if I should start posting it or wait until I have a lot more written for it and risk losing motivation to share it. I've got a few like that where I have a lot written but it's lived exclusively in my head and hard drive for so long it sort of doesn't register as interesting anymore for anyone. which is a little silly given no one but me has read it. Last I checked it was over 100 pages?!? But I think I was skipping around the plot with that too, I don't know. It really has been months since I've looked at it.

And anyway, I figured I'd see what the response was while I turned my actual attention to necessary projects in the short term.

TLDR: Should I start posting chapters of "Lay Down New Tracks", a Pokemon Black/White fanfic featuring Finley, a tragic retired champion of Kanto rediscovering her love of battle after losing her entire team almost a decade ago with the help of the Battle Subway and her support pokemon Platinum (a riolu).

I do have some details I want to iron out more, like integrating sign a bit since Finley is selectively mute.

#pokemon fanfiction #mittens update #anime poll #it'll be a mix of anime and game lore/logic #and many liberties taken with certain details #the world is a playpen and i am the king of sand boxes

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Recently had a really fucked idea for zombies/parasite where eventually the invading entity consumed the body too quickly to properly complete their life cycle so started finding ways to prolonged themselves. The hosts kept falling apart too quickly from damage or necrosis kind of thing. Perhaps a lack of energy because their brain was so fucked they couldn't readily identify food anymore. Had a vague idea of the parasite taking over the brain first and then converting the body into a singular, parasitic entity capable of housing/birthing more. But obviously this going too fast just wound up with a brain dead host and a body decaying around them, trapping them unless they can eat their way out fast enough onto to be stranded without a host. So they evolved a Neat But Fucking Horrifying Trick.

Like, it worked better with certain people, but basically fucked with their brain. Enough that it tripped the reward center and socializing parts of the brain. Causing delusions that resulted in people purposefully trapping, tricking, and eventually eating people they're close to and really enjoying it. Like, leaving the host just aware enough to sell the illusion that they're just a little sick maybe. Some sniffles, perhaps. And this was a horrifying evolution specifically developed after they infected humans because of how innate the human desire to socialize is.

And in the grand scheme of the story this isn't realized for a while because it tended to look like victims were just dumb enough to think their former loved ones were actually just sick as opposed to being deliberately tricked for consumption.

So what ended up happening is that excessive interest in socializing with familiar people was marked as a sign of possible infection. Or infestation I suppose is a better word in the case of parasites.

But in some individuals they noted that despite being infected, they held up remarkably well and this was due to their brain chemistry already being fucky, basically. Sociopaths, people with brain damage, mood disorders, and other mental illness problems effectively became carriers. The parasites unable to fully develop and control the host or feast on their brains, I suppose. This was not much of a good thing as the drive to spread the infection was still active and their relative normalness made them incredibly effective at this without the tale tell overt signs of infection.

Sounds like an arg or something but idk, seemed like a neat and spooky idea.

Maybe with someone infected but in control going somewhere people don't know about the infection and having to explain it all without revealing themselves. Having to break it to them that their loved ones falling ill but 'acting normal if clingy' was actually just a plot to infect THEM. Maybe some folks not listening only to fuck around and find out.

Side idea of the parasites having a hive mind and the infected person being essentially a rouge agent the hive is trying to reassimilate for a better spread. Basically figuring out how to act human enough to take out everyone without losing precious resources, maybe setting up a Matrix scenario where they can thrive indefinitely pretending to be human.

Idk.

It's a whole thing.

My mind goes weird places when I'm bored.

#mittens rambles #horror idea #really fucked up lol #tw parasite #not terribly pleasant to think about to be honest #would be a really neat book tho with such a dramatic reveal #grizzled survivor not actually being a survivor twist #body snatchers meets zombies ig???

[mamamittens]

Finished one comm, one more to go!

I did a little bit of retooling for Platinum, so like, that's under the cut. Pokemon OC Pokemon for context

I still don't like the yellow but I thought it would be interesting if Plat was a result of shiny breeding trying to make a 'silver' variation but it wasn't totally successful. So he's got some of the og shiny coloring.

Here's an evolved form for whenever I manage to fit that in lol

The pose is definitely a little off (those bipedal legs are a little weird to think about still and I know damn well the right one could have been done better but fuck it we ball) but otherwise I kinda like it!

I also like how in both versions it kinda looks like he played in paint. It's a cute touch.

And I even did one of Fin without hair in her face!

Mildly unsettling eyes that's only partly why she hides them all the time. Almost gave her fangs but decided I did that a little too often with my mildly edgy characters lmao

I wanted her to look vaguely like she'd be a villain but also a little immature? Like, kid mischief because she's a little shit sometimes with how she does pokemon battles.

#mittens rambles #pokemon oc

[mamamittens]

The Ticket to Success (+18)

This work was commissioned by @raptures-finest, as usual it was a pleasure working with you!

OC (Andy) X Koala

Warnings: Masturbation, horny thoughts, hot tub sex, unprotected sex, and implied oral.

Word count: 7,080

Andy huffed, shuffling through the wad of mail he’d struggled for five minutes to remove from his mailbox. How the hell the mailman managed to stuff this many envelopes into the tiny box, he wasn’t sure, but it was a little amazing to behold. Well, it would be more enchanting if it didn’t result in him cussing out the thick stack of junk mail and weighing the benefits of tearing it out with his teeth for the feral satisfaction it would bring.

Luckily for the post office, Andy had enough restraint to not do that.

Barely.

So now he was aggressively sorting through it at his coffee table, wondering how a day could manage to pile up this many colorful envelopes, flyers, and brochures of everything from car dealerships, grocery store sales—oh, that’s a damn good deal for a turkey, but what the hell would he even do with a whole turkey?!—churches, window estimates, phone companies, actual bills be needed to keep, and thoughtful offers to take out loans he couldn’t afford to pay back.

It's so exhausting being popular, it seems. At the very least, more popular than he’d been for the past few months.

Andy would never describe his social life as hot and popping or any other vaguely cringe phrase, but it had been particularly dry and depressing since he got dumped a while back.

Over text.

Andy handled it with dignity, of course…

And a few gallon jugs of ice cream with reruns of canned laughter sitcoms to soothe his soul as well as his wounded ego. But that was besides the point and no one’s business but his internet history and the mysteriously thriving succulent he doesn’t recall buying, potting, or even watering even once. It also keeps moving but unless it starts talking to him, he’s going to ignore the vaguely spooky nature of his potted plant.

Hell, if it starts paying rent he’ll give it its own room too.

Still, in the midst of many creative scams, deals, and bizarre attempts to claim his Sundays, there was a rather plain envelope with a smiley face logo. Cheerfully calling him a winner. Andy wasn’t so depressed that’s all it would take to get him to take out a fifty thousand dollar loan though…

Andy leaned forward suddenly, squinting at the return address.

It sounded familiar.

And not like it was his bank kind of familiar.

Happy Holiday Getaway Giveaway.

A little generic, maybe that’s what got his attention?

Andy huffed, hand moving to smack the envelope onto the junk pile and then yelped when he instead slapped the innocent succulent he did not recall putting on his coffee table. The cute, chubby leaves barely moving an inch, still thriving with pretty pink buds.

“Sorry!”

Seriously, when the hell did he get this plant?!

Andy thought hard, narrowing his eyes at the strange thing in it’s clay pot painted like a takeout container.

It was weird enough that he just might have got it himself but… when?

Couldn’t have been after he got dumped—the only needless purchases he’d made were video games and sweets after that disastrous text.

Before it then?

He doesn’t remember why he would have—he’s not a plant guy and Cashmere certainly wasn’t either… ah!

Andy nearly jumped, remembering suddenly why the name was familiar.

It was a sweepstakes! He’d entered a sweepstakes hoping for a nice vacation with his then-girlfriend!

Then she dumped him two days later…

Andy ripped open the envelope and looked over the contents.

Shockingly… he’d won.

All inclusive trip to an exotic resort. A new one at that, so the amount of other guests were low—maybe this was a sly way to test the facilities? The pictures were stunning but vaguely liminal if he was being honest.

Sleek, modern white walls with pristine pools surrounded by a golden beach. Paradise perfectly packaged for the wealthy consumer who didn’t mind the vaguely canned feeling of the architecture. It would probably look a little less fake with more people but the few pictures he had only had a few runway models lounging around. Distantly, Andy worried that this was a trafficking scheme of some kind.

But no, he’d looked up the resort when he first applied for the sweepstakes.

It’s very real. And very new.

In fact, the paperwork he got warned of conditions. Mainly a required set of activities he’d need to partake in. Interviews of his and his guest’s experience.

Looks like he was being offered the once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a guinea pig for an expensive resort. Well, him and one other person.

“Shit…” Andy muttered, looking around his frankly messy apartment.

Who the hell would go with him on vacation for a week?

Andy had his phone out, scrolling through his contacts nervously.

Have to be single—don’t want the drama or some misunderstanding otherwise…

That knocked out several people.

Definitely not calling family, that sounds like hell on earth.

There goes several more… his contacts are pretty sparce now that he thought about it.

If this ends up being shit, I don’t want to hear about it at work…

Aaaand there goes a majority of his contacts.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Andy scowled.

“Okay, who’s crazy enough to beta-test a bougie resort or knock out teeth if it’s a trafficking scheme…” Andy’s finger scrolled directly to one person.

Koala.

Well… yeah.

Koala would definitely agree to go.

Nervous, Andy shot her a text, wincing when he realized their last conversation was nearly a month ago about splitting the cost of takeout. But it was too late now, his shot was well and truly out there.

Three dots bounced at the bottom of his screen for several moments.

‘u tryin to get ur organs harvested or smt?!’

Three, mocking dots bounced again.

‘fuck it we ball’

Andy blinked, shocked he barely had to justify himself.

“…fuck it, we ball.” Andy echoed distantly, realizing with growing horror that he’d just agreed to a week-long resort stay with Koala.

…What would he even wear?

What would Koala wear?!

Andy shot up, running to his closet to try and find decent clothes to wear.

Depending on how suspicious Koala was, she was either packing bikinis or brass knuckles—Andy nearly smacked himself.

It was Koala.

She was packing both.

Short of any brass knuckles himself, Andy settled for at least two pairs of khakis and worked from there. Worst case scenario, Koala just makes fun of his fashion choices. As long as he packed sunscreen, that should be the most embarrassment he has to worry about.

Shockingly, that was not the most embarrassment he needed to worry about.

Andy had, in his confusion, forgotten a key feature of this trip beyond trying out a new facility he’d otherwise never get to step foot in.

This was designed as a couple’s retreat.

So, there he was, standing side by side with his dear friend Koala as they stared at the only bed they had available.

Red silk sheets littered with rose petals and chocolates. Clean white candles lit in their own holders on the bedside tables as mood lighting while the afternoon sun stained the ocean view with lovely pinks and purple hues. The only good news was that the bed was in a normal shape, but he hadn’t seen the bathroom yet so he wasn’t going to assume he was in the clear for anymore overt honeymoon-vibes.

“Ah…” Andy found himself failing to say anything witty for the occasion. A joke, perhaps, to cut the tension. But really, what was there to say here?

“Ah.” Koala agreed with an amused grin. “Well, at least the room is nice!” Andy nodded woodenly, looking out at the spacious accommodation.

Much like the rest of the resort, it was rather sparsely decorated. Bare, in fact, except for a few modern art pieces that looked like they were made with a max budget of twelve buck but ended up costing twelve hundred at minimum. White walls, warm recessed lighting, hardwood floors, and off-beige colored furnishings for the most part. There was the occasional pop of saturated color, like the red bedding and what appeared to be teal accents in the bathroom, but for the most part the resort seemed to be trying to convince him that they’d died. And not honorably, either.

Like, really boringly died at the end of a long nine-to-five with no real attachments to anything but the vague concept of a full night’s rest. No personality to speak of beyond what could be agreed on in a tense but ultimately meaningless boardroom meeting of old, out of touch CEOs.

Nice, but like it would really suck to live here.

The view was nothing to sneeze at, though. Panoramic windows overlooking a private balcony of just a small slice of the ocean just off the kitchen. A little cozy hot tub merrily bubbling away. Not that Andy could imagine cooking anything in the kitchen, it looked painfully staged. Like he’d open the fridge to find an open glass pitcher of milk and sample sized glass bottles of syrup for coffee. Maybe craft coffee beans and dragon fruit in the cupboards if whoever staged it remembered that people generally tended to eat things but damned if they could remember how that worked.

Sterile and just a little out of touch seemed like a good description of the place, actually. Even if it was bigger than his apartment.

Andy eyed the beige couch and wondered if he’d smell like a department store after sleeping on it. It looked too small to fit him though, and he wasn’t a particularly large guy to start with.

“Well, at least it’s not a trafficking scheme.” Koala finally sighed, setting down her bag and removing her cap. Soft red hair puffing out now that it was free. “I feel too gross to sit anywhere though.” She huffed and Andy definitely agreed with her.

“Well, we’re free for the rest of the night to settle in. You can try out the shower first. We’ve got to show up for breakfast and…” Andy fished in his pocket for the activity list. Clicking his tongue as he squinted over the frilly calligraphy. “After that, snorkeling? Snorkeling at eleven for two hours and then lunch. Free until dinner at seven.” He eventually summarized. Koala looked at him with intrigue.

“What else do we have to do?” She asked, popping open her suitcase to sort through the contents.

“Looks like the day after tomorrow we have a short nature hike after breakfast and a spa treatment after lunch until dinner. Next day is a cooking class to make our own dinner. Yoga early the next day. The last two days are our own outside of meal times. Then we leave before noon.” Andy mused, glancing over the list.

Really, he’d have liked to choose his own activities, but considering the whole damn thing was free, he had no real complaints on the matter. Nothing seemed too outlandish at least.

“Sounds like a pretty decent plan. Kinda wish the meal times were more flexible but I guess the whole thing’s free so…” Koala shrugged while unknowingly agreeing with him. Plucking out some clothes from her suitcase and going to the open doorway to a clean, white tile bathroom with teal decorations. Andy smiled, deciding to go onto the balcony and check out the view while he waited for Koala to finish taking a shower.

Frankly, it was breathtaking. The distant crash of the waves below. Faint conversations of staff and probably a few other guests testing out the facilities. Sea salt heavy in the air as a cool breeze swept by. Andy could easily get lost in this sort of view…

If only he could forget how there’s literally only one bed.

And the couch in the main area was not big enough for him to sleep comfortably after a moment of contemplation unless he suddenly gained the ability to sleep like a lego on it’s side. And even then, he’s pretty sure his ass would be hanging off the edge.

It was unclear if it was meant for just looks or really skinny rich people.

Who knows, maybe there’s a secret couch-upgrade where they swap it for an identical fixture with three extra inches of cushion… probably costs an extra grand per inch though, knowing his luck.

And now he was trying not to think of the very obvious issue he’d need to solve for the week by imagining couch-related-upcharges.

Thing was, if it was anyone else, he might get away with sleeping on the floor.

But Koala would toss his ass into the sunset if he even tried to imply she needed separation to ‘protect her modesty’ or whatever. So… no. Koala would not stand for him to sleep on the floor and she’d laugh herself hoarse if he tried to squeeze onto the barely functional couch when he’s the reason she got to be here. And to hell would she sleep on the faux leather couch when there’s a perfectly good bed. Really, she wouldn’t see any issue with sharing the bed once they tossed out the rose petals. They’re friends. It’ll be just like a sleep over!

Because it kind of is.

And they are friends.

But Andy’s issue was more… personal.

He sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the sturdy railing suddenly as he finally allowed himself to admit the truth.

Koala was really pretty and Andy was a horrible cuddle bug.

Anything breathing in his vicinity ended up in his arms shortly after he passed out. Pets. People. Once, a particularly almost certainly haunted doll.

Side note of his own thoughts, Andy frowned at the realization that a succulent might not be the first or only vaguely haunted object following him in his own home…

And he’s getting distracted again! He needed to think of a solution before Koala finished up or he’d be stuck flailing in front of her trying to hedge around how handsy he got in his sleep!

It was mortifying. All the more mortifying by how lovely Koala was. Even if she scared him a little, but, never let it be said that his response to fear was rational. And he’d always thought Koala was lovely just as much as he knew she was out of his league. Embarrassingly so, actually.

It’s a whole thing is what Andy was trying to get at.

And Andy, the mad genius and utter fool he was, invited her to a beta-test couple’s retreat for an entire week.

If there was anything more horrifying than a bible in the nightstand, Andy was saving Koala the trouble and flinging himself into the setting sun.

“You better have brought pajamas because I am not cuddling up to your naked butt.” Koala piped up suddenly from right behind Andy, startling him badly enough to yelp. Face red from embarrassment and the thought of such an intimate embrace. Loose shorts barely mid thigh and a matching red spaghetti strap, crop top her pajama of choice for the night.

Andy quickly looked away from her soft shoulders exposed to the setting sun and, even more enchanting and dangerous, the gentle curve of her inner thighs. Her skin flushed and silky. Lean muscle packed neatly away under plush curves. Enough to fool most men, but not Andy. No, Andy knew better.

Even if he’d probably handle the sight of her so casually dressed better if he didn’t know how easily she’d break his spine. Alas, it was too late for him on many fronts.

“C-Course I did!” Andy sputtered quickly. “I-I’d never—” Koala snickered, rubbing a towel over her wet hair. Eyes bright with amusement as she smiled. His heart fluttering at her expression that he could almost imagine as enamored.

Andy cleared his throat quickly.

“Anyway! I thought I’d take the couch—s-so it’s not a concern!” Andy tried to deflect but Koala arched her bow at him. Pretty pink lips twisting into a scowl.

“Andy. I’m not convinced I could fit on that couch laying down. Any smaller and it would be an artsy end table.” Koala pointed out dryly, shaking her head. “Just take a shower, Andy. And don’t you even think of trying the couch.” She huffed, storming off. Wet hair bouncing over her shoulders, flicking water behind her.

Well… that was that, he supposed.

What a shame.

Dead of mortification on his first night on an all-expenses paid vacation. What a waste.

Andy swiped up a change of clothes and his little toiletry bag before Koala could do something horribly embarrassing like rifle through his bag and pick out his underwear. He didn’t pack any of his goofy boxers but he just knew that somehow Koala would reach in and pull out something gaudy. Like heart boxers or middle-school style dicks. Badly edited cat pics or maybe repeated ‘live, laugh, love’ patterned boxers.

He didn’t know how, he just knew she would.

Andy barely glanced at the bed to see Koala tucked in on one side, petal free, and scrolling on her phone in boredom. She looked so cute and domestic waiting for him to join her.

It took effort to rip his thoughts away from such dangerous trails, choosing instead to puzzle out the fancy shower. How Koala managed without cursing up a storm, he wasn’t sure.

Or maybe he just didn’t hear her?

Still, he managed somehow and quickly ducked under the spray. Letting hot water trail down his spine, cool teal tiles pressing into his forehead as he braced himself. Fingers clenching as he imagined the bare plush of his palms being something else. A different kind of heat building in his blood just as quickly as shame did. His cock throbbing with neglect as he tried to think of something else.

Anything but how soft her thighs would be in his hands.

How sweet she’d sound as he kissed up them.

She’d break him in half for the audacity—and if it happened after he got a chance to try his luck, he’d likely thank her.

Andy sucked in a sharp breath, his calloused palm wrapped around his cock. Water squeezed against his stiff length. He clenched his fist, thumb rubbing over the tip. Slipping in precum as his knees threatened to buckle.

Andy justified his indecency with the knowledge that if he didn’t take care of it now, he’d be likely wind up with it burning a hole through his pants. It certainly wasn’t going away on it’s own, no matter how cold he made the water—it was going to be a very long week if he didn’t find a way to manage this issue.

Andy gasped and panted into the hot, moist air as he stroked himself. Electricity shooting up his spine with every motion. Mind running wild as he pleasured himself for the first time in months. Unreasonably turned on from recycled fantasies with his ex being fashioned into something more compelling. Koala’s face where Cashmere’s once was—had originally been before he shamed himself for thinking of his friend that way while he had a girlfriend.

And now here he was, almost choking on steam as he went faster. His palm slapping the base of his cock just loud enough for his ears to burn. His eyes squeezed shut as he swallowed a moan. Imagining Koala gently crying out his name.

“—Andy?”

He gasped, nearly slipping as he came. Spilling onto the wall and his fist in thick spurts.

Nearly choking, still trembling with the aftershocks, Andy responded.

“U-Uh, yeah, K-Koala?” Andy said, trying to sound casual as his hand stroked his cock, riding the waves of his orgasm. It didn’t escape his notice how he throbbed when she spoke up. A particularly heavy spurt of cum splashing the wet tile as his whole body flushed with heat.

“Want me to set an alarm an hour before breakfast?” she asked politely. A fresh wash of shame falling over him.

Koala was such a good friend and here he was!

A fucking degenerate jacking off to her!

At least his libido cooled down considerably but at what cost?

“Yeah. Thanks, Koala.”

“No problem!”

Andy pulled his hand away, face burning as the water washed away the only evidence of his shame.

Hopefully, that would be the end of it.

That would not be the end of it, unfortunately.

Andy woke just before sunrise with a whine. His nose tickling with the soft scent of peaches and honey. Soft breath blowing across his chest. His cock arching against the fabric of his sleep pants to nestle into a soft, warm crease.

Koala was curled up in his arms, hands clenched into his shirt.

And his cock was practically trying to slip into her shorts.

Mortified, Andy tried to slip away. To maybe turn around or escape to the bathroom. But Koala whined, low and sweet. Her body shifting in a roll, grinding against his thigh trapped between her legs. He couldn’t help the hiss that escaped him, his whole body freezing as he tried to will his erection away.

Andy did not fall back asleep easily. But he only tried to slip away once more, triggering a more petulant and aggressive shuffle. He then realized that if he kept going, Koala would wake up to something a lot more embarrassing than his hard on pressing into her thigh. Uneasy, he fell back asleep hoping it would go away on it’s own.

He could only assume it did, seeing as he woke up to a cheery alarm instead of Koala’s hands on his throat, throttling him for his indecency. Andy groaned and buried his face into the pillow when the image of her straddling him did little to tamper down his pre-existing problem.

“Wake up, goober! It’s time to get dressed!” Koala chirped from somewhere nearby. Andy sighed, face still buried in his pillow.

At least she sounded happy… he could handle a week of mortifying self-control if it meant she had fun.

“Alright, alright. I’m up!” Andy huffed, smiling as he rolled out of bed.

And promptly wanted to roll back into it when he saw Koala.

“How do I look?”

Practically glowing with excitement, the cutest expression of mischief on her face. Cut off shorts barely mid thigh and a soft pink, short sleeved button up tied under her breasts, exposing her stomach and the cups of a yellow floral swim suit tied around the back of her neck. Large sunglasses perched on her head as the morning sun peaked in through the gauzy curtains. Flip flops clapping against the tile as she finished rubbing in sunscreen over her arms. A faint sheen across her cheeks hinting she’d already applied it there as well.

“You look good! Uh, new swim suit, right?” Andy asked, certain he’d never seen that one before.

“Yep! Got it just for the trip! And a matching swim suit for you too!” Koala grinned, tipping her head towards the dresser with aforementioned swim trunk.

A couple’s set?

Shit… Andy wanted to kiss her, she looked so cute and happy. And she’d so thoughtfully gotten him something nice to swim in rather than his ratty old pair of swim shorts he’d gotten years ago. As abrasive as Koala could be, there was no denying that she could be incredibly thoughtful while treating it as an afterthought. It’s one of the many things Andy loved about Koala.

Confident, passionate, endlessly thoughtful in her own way, and stunning even when she was pissed as hell. The list was really endless and Andy would die a happy man if he ever got to properly thank her for being even a fraction of the wonderful woman she was.

Not that she really needed his thanks, honestly.

She was also a little impatient, which Andy was reminded of as her expression began to twist into something approaching frustrated.

“Oh! Uhm, thanks, Koala! It’ll be nice to match when we go snorkeling!”

Andy picked up the shorts and raced to the bathroom, not wanting to see her good mood spoiled because he got lost in his head. This trip was a stroke of luck and he’d be a terrible friend if he wasted it waxing poetic about how great she was.

The resort was as nice and vaguely minimalist-industrial-backroom-hell that had been advertised. Everything looked so clean and hauntingly off-white. Decorated only with lush greenery and pieces of modern art he could only fathom as interesting to look at and not much else. The staff were also very nice with clean, pressed uniforms designed for the warm, breezy weather. They at least looked like real, comfortable, not-quite-minimum-wage people. Andy would have lost his mind if they all looked like supermodels.

“Ah, pardon me ma’am, do you know where they’re serving breakfast?” Andy asked a passing maid in pastel yellow, noting the name tag pinned to her chest. The woman, maybe around forty with a deep tan and laugh lines, chuckled.

“Yes, I do. Follow me!” Mariah cheerfully declared, turning on her heel sharply.

“Oh! Directions are fine if you’re busy, Miss Mariah!” Andy called out, but the woman barely paused as she laughed over her shoulder.

“It’s no problem, sir! We barely have any guests for this trial run so my hands are empty of meaningful work.” Mariah called out. “And no ‘miss’! That goes for either of you kids!” Koala laughed.

“Alright, ma’am!” She responded with a sharp grin as Mariah glared back.

“Sorry, miss—I mean ma’am—I mean Mariah!” Andy sputtered, faltering under what was definitely a well-worn motherly glare. Koala slapped his arm with a bark of laughter as Mariah joined in.

“This is the dining hall where every meal is served. I don’t know when you have cooking lessons but there’s a special area just to the left where Javier, my cousin, will teach you. If you have any questions, just let me know! You two have fun—oh! And if you wish to be, well, undisturbed, there’s a tag to hang on the door handle! Just don’t forget to remove it when you leave your room!” Mariah chuckled with a wink, leaving Andy sputtering again as Koala blushed.

“T-Thank you, Mariah!” Andy tried to speak, as the woman in question left them to their meal with a laugh.

Their breakfast was served buffet style. The table clearly not stocked to capacity, likely to cut down on waste, but still more than enough for a good meal. Andy served himself pancakes with fresh fruit, getting little samples of the ones he’d never seen before and would likely never have the chance to eat again. Koala’s own plate similarly stacked with immaculate, golden brown pancakes.

They ate in companionable silence, Koala occasionally stealing some of Andy’s fruit to try, which he offered only mild protest to.

The food was delicious and Andy realized it was the nicest meal he’d had in months. A little regretful that he’d be back to depression takeout when the week was up. Still, he’d enjoy the moment while it lasted.

They had over an hour before snorkeling, so they spent that wandering around the resort. Looking at the vaguely off putting architecture and areas that clearly would be expanded on at a later date. Koala’s arm wrapped around his as they meandered towards the beach where their lesson would take place, waving to the staff they passed by with amused expressions.

Their snorkeling teacher was a man built from a mountain, Andy was sure. Tan and broad with thick arms of hidden muscle. Salt and pepper hair tied in a bun and a stubby beard barely hiding his grin. He looked at them like they were the funniest thing he’d seen all day.

“Aha! Our lucky guests, a pleasure to see you two! First and foremost, I am Victor! I will be your guide and teacher for our little excursion!” He bellowed, a faint accent twisting his words pleasantly. “You have your sunscreen, yes? Apply more while I inform you of the safety rules!”

Andy and Koala did so while Victor followed his very informative script of what they were allowed to do, what they weren’t allowed to do, and how to respect the environment as they observed.

“Perhaps, if you impress me, you will be allowed to help hunt down lionfish! They’re unfortunately invasive in these waters and many locals fish them for fun. They’re also dangerous, so don’t touch them if you see them! Remain calm, don’t touch anything spiky, and you should be fine. Don’t disturb any coral, our gift shop has plenty of ethically harvested samples if you wish to have a keepsake.” Victor laughed, though he still sounded quite serious. “Above all else, just have fun! Our waters are beautiful and deserve to be appreciated as they are!”

And Victor was right about that.

They were stunning.

Miles of clear, clean water teeming with sea life. Colorful and curious fish swimming by them as Victor showed them around. They did see the invasive fish Victor mentioned and steered clear as instructed. Andy wasn’t sure he’d take Victor up on his offer of hunting trips, but it seemed like an interesting experience at least.

Andy would never forget how beautiful Koala looked though.

Twisting to watch a passing school of iridescent fish so close they grazed her with their fins. Her hair a halo around her stunned face. Bikini strings nipped by particularly curious fish mistaking them for worms perhaps. Sunlight streaming through the water in wide ribbons around them. Sharks idly swimming beneath them as they patrolled the seafloor peacefully.

Andy kind of thought he’d died for a moment, forgetting his own hands cupped to let small fish explore the unexpected space.

As ever present his desire was, Andy frequently lost himself in how beautiful Koala was. In and out of the water.

Curious and sweaty, surrounded by foliage and flowers as they hiked. Showing off a blooming flower bigger than her face with a wide grin.

Utterly relaxed and nearly asleep as she sighed, back popping under the attentive hands of her masseuse. His groan partly from sheer relief as his entire spine was reset and the hazy, distant smile Koala gave him.

Scowling as she carefully tried to debone a fish for their meal. Javier laughing as he barely looked at his own, watching them both struggle. He at least looked over their attempts to make sure it was safe, only needing to pluck a few from either of them with a proud smile.

Nearly halfway through their vacation and Andy was convinced he’d fallen in love with Koala all over again. The two of them relaxing in the hot tub as the sun dipped down over the horizon.

“Man, this is the best.” Koala sighed, partly leaning over the edge to take a cube of cheese from a sample tray that had been delivered to their room in leu of dinner—some sort of malfunction taking the kitchen out of commission. A promise of grilled fish a while later as an apology they gratefully accepted. Andy swore he could smell it down below on the beach, perhaps lionfish Victor caught he mused.

“I know, right? Even a kitchen disaster turns into a win. If this happened back home, I’d either be standing outside while the fire department hosed down my building or bedridden with food poisoning.” Andy laughed, slipping under the hot water until it lapped at his chin. Koala looked at him over her shoulder, skin already a few shades darker with faint white lines where her bikini had been resting consistently.

Now much more practiced, Andy managed to ignore the hot impulse to run his hand over her spine just to feel her breath under his palm.

Koala smiled and sank into the water, partly floating to his side and accidentally sitting on his thigh.

Before he could apologize for taking up so much space, she grinned and slipped fully onto his lap, leaning against his bare chest.

Andy froze, uncertain hands stuck just before he could grab her soft waist to move or—or maybe steady her?

“Best seat in the house, huh?” Koala winked, teasing him. Andy chuckled nervously. The trip had clearly been too peaceful if she was teasing him like this.

“A-Ah, c-can’t beat the view, clearly!” Andy stammered before flushing, looking out at the sunset to emphasize his meaning. Not wanting Koala to move because she thought he was being a creep—though the sight of her leaning against him was stunning. Warm, sun-kissed skin on full display, water dripping down between her breasts and under her swimsuit.

Koala sighed, her slender hand wrapping around his wrist as she brought his hand to her stomach. Andy nearly jumping out of the water as she looked up at him, pressing his hand higher until his thumb grazed under her covered breast. Her dark eyes searching his as his heart thundered against his chest.

“What if I could make the view better?” Koala asked softly, her expression almost hopeful.

“You’re already here.” Andy breathed, her eyes shocked at his declaration.

Andy was pretty shocked at his audacity too.

Rather than be offended or any variation of pissed, Koala smiled, quite pleased as she pushed his hand higher. Allowing him to press his palm over her breast entirely.

“I-I—are you—Koala, are you—do you want m-me to--?” Andy could barely breathe, his words cut off as she leaned up and pressed her soft lips to his chin. His hand reflexively squeezing, drawing out a soft moan.

“I’ve been waiting for you to touch me for ages.” Koala whispered against his skin.

It was like a dam burst open in his chest. All heat and thrill as it felt like his wildest dreams came true in an instant.

She wanted him?

She wanted him?!

“How much do you want me to touch you?” Andy asked softly, voice hoarse as he fought the urge to moan when she pressed her ass into his lap further.

“Completely. Anywhere you want to, Andy.” Koala swore, voice like silk in his ears.

“Anything you want, lovely.” Andy sighed, settling his hand on her thigh like he’d dreamed shamefully on that first night. Kneading and brushing between them while his other hand toyed with her breast. Teasing the cup of her swimsuit down until her breast spilled free. His eyes fixed on her face as she blushed, lips falling open in a clear invitation he didn’t deny.

Her lips were soft against his, her moan tickling against his skin as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. Teasing it into a stiff peak while he stroked her thigh. Dizzy from how soft she was everywhere. A groan rattling his lungs as her tongue slipped between his teeth. Andy didn’t know when he closed his eyes, but they fluttered open instantly at her bold motion. Desperate to see her expression as he curled in closer to her to return the favor.

She looked almost frail in his arms. Like she was dissolving under his tongue, sweet, delicate flavors driving him deeper.

He wanted to see her break down under his hands. Watch as the strongest woman he knew utterly fell apart for him. Soft breaths keening between her lips as his hand between her thighs slipped to her trembling belly. Teasing lower slowly, pressing under elastic as she whined, breast heaving in his palm.

“Is this what you want, lovely?” Andy asked, panting against her lips as he flicked his tongue over the trembling swell. His fingertips shyly slipped under her bikini bottom.

“Andy, don’t you dare stop now!” Koala hissed, the usually threatening tone weak under his apologetic kiss.

“I don’t mean to tease you, baby. I just want to hear you say you want me. Love you too much to take what you won’t give.” Andy swore, her eyes wide as his fingers slipped over her clit and between her folds.

“S-Strong words for someone who’s been pussyfooting around me all week!” Koala moaned. “M-Man up and do something about it already--!” she bit out but the sting was drowned in how wet she was.

Arousal thick and oozing under his hand as he teased her folds.

“You’re so generous for me, lovely. Feel how much you’re already giving me?” Andy breathed, pinching her breast and grinding his thumb over her clit. His fingers dipping into the hot source of her arousal. “What a beautiful view…” Andy pulled away to admire her expression as he parted her walls slowly.

Eyes wide with beads of tears, face flush with red, parted lips. Looking up at him like he hung the stars, crying out as he found a sensitive spot in her soft walls. Squeezing his hand between her thighs as her back arched against him.

“A-Andy~!” she whined sweetly.

“You’re so fucking lovely~” Andy slipped his tongue back against hers, quieting her cries as he worked her open on his fingers. Rubbing the spots that made her whine and squirm. Groaning as she sweetly pressed her ass against his throbbing cock when she came in his hand. Quivering around his fingers with a moan that shook his bones.

And then she ripped away from him. Andy’s heart dropping and ice filling his veins as he panicked.

But instead of cursing him out and slapping him, Koala throw off her bikini top and slipped off her bottoms. Eyes burning with hunger as she stabbing his chest with her finger.

“Take it off!” She barked, free hand clenching the waistband of his swim shorts. But she didn’t wait for him to do more than lift his hips before yanking them down. “Who the hell said you could be this fucking hot?! O-ooooh A-Ah—ndy~!” Koala straddled him and let the tip of his cock slip into her folds. Sinking down onto him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his hair. Lips pressed against his ear and allowing him to hear every moan.

Andy gripped her waist, whining as her tight cunt took him in deep. His hands slipping to grab her ass, clenching the soft fat just above her thighs and yanking her up.

“K-Koala, y-you’re so tight mmmhgh~!” Andy managed to spit out before slamming her onto his cock, her yelp ringing in his ear. “I-Is this okay? T-Tell me this is okay—I-I n-need t-toooo~ Fuck~!” Andy’s tongue felt thick between his teeth as he jerked her on his lap. Barely refraining from slamming her against the side to drive into her like he wanted so desperately he could taste it.

“Stop! Holding! Back!” Koala bit out, nipping his ear as her nails raked across his back. “I’m riding you till you cry, Andy. For being such a cute dumbass! S-Shit, only man I know who’d ask if it’s okay when I literally sit on your dick!” Koala growled, slamming her ass onto his thigh at a hard pace. Bouncing on his cock as he watched in awe—the most beautiful woman he knew throwing back her head with a moan.

Andy would rather gut himself than stop her, so he silenced his embarrassing lips with the soft swell of her breasts. Palms hot on her ass, kneading as she kept going. Moaning with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over her nipples. Her pussy clenching onto his cock relentlessly. Water splashing around them furiously as his muscles tightened. Spasming as he started to cum.

Unwilling to do it alone, Andy reached down and ground his thumb over her clit. The both of them crying out as she slammed down, thighs trembling as she came suddenly. Clenching and pulling his own orgasm to the surface.

“I-I just—Koala, I don’t want to fuck this up. Love you so much, I can’t afford to fuck up with you.” Andy pleaded against her breast as they heaved for air.

Her hands carded through his wet hair tenderly. Voice faint between pants.

“Oh, Andy.” Koala sighed, sucking in a deep breath. “I love you so much too… so take the hint and fuck me, you goober.” She laughed, voice a little rough with emotion.

“How do you want it?” Andy pulled back to kiss up her neck, enjoying the little trembles as she quivered on his cock. Moaning with want.

“I’m more interest in how you want it, Andy.” Koala teased his hair before pulling it sharply. “How about you start with whatever had your cock grinding on me from night one?”

Andy inhaled sharply before a giddy smile overtook him.

“Do you want me to surprise you?” Andy asked after a moment of thought.

Koala had practically been begging for him to take the lead the entire time she’d been riding his cock.

“Absolutely.” Koala purred, yelping as Andy launched out of the hot tub with her in his arms. A complaint of her lips as he tossed her onto the bed that died as he gripped her wet thighs in his palms. Lifting them up high.

“Ah. Wait.” Andy abruptly dropped her and left to find the tag Mariah had mentioned before. Koala cursing him out instantly.

“You shit! Get back here—you can’t just pull that shit and bail!” she whined. Carefully, not wanting to flash anyone, Andy slipped the tag onto the outside of the handle and locked the door. Eagerly sauntering back to the bedroom. “Is this a game?! Tease me all week until I can’t take it anymore?!” Koala demanded, sitting up with her pretty legs partly splayed out, dripping onto the bed.

“Sorry, lovely.” Andy grinned sheepishly with a helpless shrug. “Didn’t want any interruptions when I finally get my hands on those pretty thighs.”

Andy slipped back onto the bed, grabbing under her knees and lifting her up again. Koala’s face shocked and a thrilled smile growing on her lips. Her arms collapsing under her when he started a trail of wet kisses down her thighs.

“A-Ahh~! I-I guess I can forgive you!” She laughed, moaning as he nipped her. “Oooooh! An-dy~!”

Andy chuckled against her cute, dripping pussy.

“But I haven’t apologized properly yet, lovely~ let me make it all up to you!” Andy licked between her folds and moaned. “So sweet inside and out!”

“Andy!”

#one piece #one piece smut #koala one piece #koala X OC #modern au

[mamamittens]

I've decided to go to bed hella early (for me) so I can stay up tomorrow to finish my damn comms one way or another.

I had thoughts about dropping a goofy headcanon thing perhaps but then I saw a gif of Ace and... Man.

(uhhhh, kinda heavy musings below, tw for ig self harm, implied victim blaming and possible grooming of a young child? Idk, it's a weird memory but it haunts me)

How did I avoid turning into him?

The anger, resentment, and self loathing. The way he thought until his literal dying breath.

That could have so easily been me. It really could have.

There was a long time I was scared of myself. Of how easily I thought about dying. How easy it would have been--how many behaviors I tailored to neatly avoid detection for how self destructive I was.

Going without dinner because I didn't do well on my homework. Hours sitting at home sorting through movies to not think about how alone I was. Disassociating as I haunted my home. Clawing at my scalp and forearms under hoodie sleeves.

How I got used to people drinking me in and telling me how it tastes like disappointment.

Awkward and out of place, frantically trying to figure out what it even meant to keep breathing.

I could have just as easily gotten mad at the world. Lashing out at every passing person. Bit and snarled at the people who tried to hurt me.

But I guess I just... Wilted.

Some part of me will always be four, squirming in the arms of a man who refuses to put me down when I said no. Until I collapsed against his shoulder, exhausted and upset.

My first memory of my nana asking why I stopped fighting and feeling... Quietly devastated. What was I meant to do?

I was four.

I should have been angry. Maybe I should have screamed.

But I was four.

And I didn't want to be held.

But for some reason screaming and acting out never occured to me.

My teeth weren't made for biting. My nails only just manage to not break my own skin. Vile anger swallowed whole when I should be choking.

Ah... I guess I just wasn't born to hold that sort of anger in my hands. I suppose in this way, I admire Ace. At least he was honest and loud about his honesty.

I don't know if I'd be happier if I'd railed against the world around me like that. It's impossible to say, really.

But I think... It might have been kinder to myself if I'd allowed my temper to overflow. To spit in anger and be truly present as I burned. So many moments I choked instead of screamed. Grinned and beared it when I should have at least walked away.

I'm not four anymore.

But I still haven't learned to scream.

My life is quieter for it... But certainly not better, I think.

#mittens muses #i relate to ace in a lot of weird squirrely ways #ive always had a problem with apathy it seems #so i guess i just really admire characters who couldnt take a neutral stance to save their life #ace is a fool but hes passionate

[mamamittens]

Are we going to get an ace end with the Oh Sweet Child Of Mine fic?

No pressure, just asking

Well if you mean the character, it's part of the plan but at this rate probably never lol not even going to lie

Been like pulling teeth trying to write even my comms man

#mittens answers #oh sweet child of mine

[mamamittens]

Well, didn't get as much done today but I'm on track to finish the first comm this week at least. Would have helped if we didn't have a +1 today but tomorrow is looking to be the same so idk how much progress I'll make after a shower and dinner.

Not going to lie, I fell into a bit of a slump the past two weeks which was... Interesting. Stress, burnout, anxiety, or whatever really said "make time or it'll make you" huh? Mostly with inexplicable exhaustion. Anyone in my DMS probably noticed I was spacy as fuck and honestly, it was a bit embarrassing. Is embarrassing.

Got a discord group I've basically not interacted with (sorry Franky bro) cause I've been so spacey and tired. Hopefully I'll clear my plate enough to chime in soon without losing the plot.

I'm still tired. But it's not quite soul deep this week so far. Still not quite Tuesday though so we'll have to wait and see on that front. Helped I slept 14 hours and then spent the day with my brother and his friend who treated us to dinner and a movie (The First Omen, I liked it but kept forgetting it was a prequel. Did NOT expect to see full pussy in a nightmare/hallucination scene so warning to the dam that was wanting to watch it.) and saw the biggest fucking parmesan chicken in my life.

They brought that bitch out on a pizza stone and I legit thought he changed his mind and ordered pizza. A pound of chicken the size of a personal pizza COVERED IN SAUCE AND CHEESE ENOUGH TO PASS AS A LITTLE CEASERS.

Mad lads.

And I also started thinking about Nikia in Wano again! Shockingly, it's been a minute. Seems like pouring out my hyperfixation has helped me focus on other things instead of being consumed by pokemon while in the middle of One Piece shit lol

This is about the end of the useful updates btw, the rest will just be me rambling about Wano thoughts

So, I suddenly had the thought about what little dramatic plot would go nicely in the middle of this for the bois to do while the Straw Hats are fucking shit up.

And clearly, Izou is gathering Intel while keeping Thatch from blowing their cover. Nikia taking advantage of her anonymity to do some sight seeing and maybe take some eyes off of them cause who wouldn't investigate this new woman with giant ass wings?!?

(she's not a fan of the nosy bitches but we tolerate things for the people we love. They'll make it up to her later lol)

Had the hilarious mental image of Thatch disguising himself, specifically his hair. Very upset to part from the pompadour and gets a topknot that has a suspiciously shaped bundle up top. Izou hates it but picks his damn battles at this point.

So! The cheap trope drama I figured I'd give a little spin was!!!

Amnesia!

Manufacture to be specific. As maybe a follow up once King clarifies that Nikia is absolutely NOT Lunarian. Maybe to keep her in check so she doesn't run off before they do DNA tests to see wtf she is. No idea she can fly, so they (I feel like Kaido is the one suggesting it first cause he's a bitch with Big Mom seeing no issue and King just going along with it cause Nikia may not be like him but she's close enough he doesn't feel alone so whatever works, right?) go with a bit of a caged bird thing.

She's a 'guest' while she 'recovers' with King 'looking after her'.

And even with no memory of who she is, she doesn't trust this set up at all. Like, more in an awkward way cause it's clear she's meant to be displayed in a way so she can't 'repay' her 'hosts' like she'd traditionally want to via chores or cooking. She doesn't know what she's supposed to do at all and hates it. Her aloof expression just barely masking the 'someone give me a social clue about wtf is going on already'.

Gets on well enough with King, especially once he stops wearing the damn mask cause it really freaked her out. Pretends to be amicable with the others, can't erase the 'hostess' mask that easily. So it's a legit surprise when she finally admits she doesn't like or trust anyone there at all and has smelled the bullshit from the start and just didn't say anything.

Runs into Yamamoto at some point and likes his spunk even if he's a little weird. Has a hard time keeping up the act under his insistent investigation about why she's there cause honestly, same fam. Why am I here? WTF is going on?!?

I feel like Big Mom tries to touch her wings at some point out of curiosity and King stops her cause I can't imagine that's not a pretty intimate gesture for even Lunarians. Wins brownie points. Thanks for being a bro and all that.

On the night of the throw down the Bois finally manage to get into the palace and shit and Nikia immediately recognizes Thatch from his silhouette despite still not remembering shit.

A hilariously awkward "oh, hey, what are u doing here? Trying to steal shit? I heard it was bad out there but this is pretty risky don't you think?" And Thatch is staring at her in full Wano gear, makeup and all like

(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

"I'm looking for my lover"

"OUR lover"

"ye that. Uhm. U seen her?"

Nikia just stares at them.

"... Ya gonna describe her or am I supposed to vibe check everyone I've seen here?"

They do recognize her btw, it's just painfully clear she doesn't so they're wondering if she's the real deal or something.

Cue Thatch trying to come up with a noteworthy detail she'd realize is her own feature but her hair has been changed up and he doesn't even think about her wings. Trying to be smooth and razz her up a little to knock some memories loose.

Notices the lipstick.

"Oh! She has a freckle on her lip! Right here!" He's so proud of himself, Izou ready to smack him as he continues "It's my s--one of my favorite places to kiss!"

It takes a moment before she blushes, realizing the obvious implications.

"ah... Why do I get the feeling you were about to say something else? Are u sure your lover would like you talking about that with a stranger?" She's flustered horribly as Izou smacks him.

"Ignore him. He's being an idiot. May we have your name?"

Honestly didn't have an alt name planned, thought it would be funny briefly if it was Nika but idk. Not committed to that but yet.

Anyway! She does remember on her own as she considers how compelled she feels to trust the two and how familiar they are. Comforting, dare she say. And, without remembering she can fly either deliberately does her 'clearing exercise' or is tossed up in a fight.

The clearing exercise is a rather dangerous, borderline suicidal act she does every so often when she feels conflicted or uncertain.

Usually, she'd go to the practice cliffs with updrafts. And then she'd fall down. The idea is that the threat of death would help clear her mind and what really matters to her. Is it really that important if it's not the first thing she thinks of when faced with the threat of death? And then she uses her wings to glide out of danger. She never does this injured, but the awareness that inaction will kill her is part of the process. She tends to overthink so this really streamlines the process in a way that can't be argued with.

She did NOT mention this habit to anyone before so the bois bout shit themselves when it looks like she's free falling to her death. Maybe Marco is there and goes to help only to end up banking with her as she recovers instinctively at the last moment, memories flooding back.

She's a little too good at faking an uncontrolled fall as part of her 'fighting style' to throw people off and it's steadily giving the bois gray hairs. Mostly because she's lost control while flying a lot due to the chaotic up/down drafts on the mountain.

Anyway, thats about all I thought of while spiritually ascending from this plane of existence for this scenario. Who knows if I'll use it or scrap the whole damn thing.

#mittens update #mittens rambles #one piece op oc #nikia op oc

[mamamittens]

Well, I got halfway through a comm, so there's that. Then I realized it was Whoops All Set Up and I hadn't considered how to write the interactions to lead up to that smut so I took a step back to think it over.

I was asked for fluffy romcom and I'll be damned if I don't deliver it!

But that's a later problem, here's me rambling about ideas for an alternative shine riolu design for Platinum, Fin's service pokemon.

So, I decided against keeping canon colors and mostly the same design cause damnit, I still don't like the yellow.

I'm sure game freak had lovely reasons for the yellow but I hate it.

Away it goes!

And anyway, while I was at it, I figured I'd further tweak the design to highlight how Platinum was specifically picked for Finley. Perhaps as a favor from someone who was really moved by her tragic backstory.

Silver, her original Abra, looked pretty normal aside from a spiky ring on his tail. But that's more because it was pretty early in the days of Designer Breeding more geared towards unique iterations of pokemon. Particularly driven by the growing market for coordinators trying to get a leg up. And as a standard ish support pokemon he didn't need to look outstanding, just more identifiable if something happened.

So I decided towards a slightly artistic inspiration.

A mostly silver/gray coat explains the name easily enough. And I do like the original color pallette so I kept the blue/black. They also look unexpectedly tall and that's partly because I suck at the proportions but idk, maybe Platinum is just unusually tall as well lol

The flourishes make Plat look more rugged and (according to my roommate) dirty lol. But it's meant to be like paint brushes and paint splatter. Had no interest in a rainbow baby or anything too crazy.

The goofy leg/pant bulge looks more like a deliberate attempt to imply shorts, which I appreciate more than trying to figure out wtf canon is doing with that drumstick butt (or frankly dick shaped torso, it's so damn close to being a dick, I can't unseen it and I'm sorry you won't be able to either).

This is without any support pokemon gear. A vest is the obvious choice but when he evolves it'll have to be adjusted cause of the chest spike Lucario has. Maybe I'll just stick to a bandana? Or a belt?

...ah, I forgot to try the button... Well, whatever. I like it as is regardless. It's a little fancy but not too busy? If anything I might get rid of the 'holes' in the dark sections so it's just paint splatter inspired.

Be easier to draw at least lol

Idk if I mentioned earlier but Fin's official job is illustration/painting. Mostly for books and other projects she can consult for and do at home rather than travel. Very much a home body until the start of the fic when she decides she's well enough to handle it. Likes watercolor specifically for painting personal projects such as her old team's books or for friends (when she finally has them). But does oils, acrylics, murals, and mixed mediums as well.

Perhaps Platinum was a 'thank you' gift for a personal mural from a breeder who put Platinum through official support pokemon courses.

Despite being a support pokemon, Platinum is just as happy in a battle as any other riolu. His first duty is just to Fin though. So he would be more likely than most to forfeit a match if his trainer showed too much distress or lash out unexpectedly in times of peril.

This both pairs well with the rest of her destined team and against one specifically who would rather be doing that themselves. But for now I'll leave it at that lol.

Platinum will be her only special/shiny Pokemon. Unlike Edna, she doesn't have any connections or unexpected 'gifts' netting her rare pokemon.

#mittens muses #mittens update #custom pokemon design #ill die a hater for shiny riolu/lucario #maybe its meant to be gold but pokemon doesnt do enough color work to make it clear visually #so instead theyre just little lemonaid doggos #better than that weird green shade they keep going back to tho #ill give them that ig

[mamamittens]

Things that I gotta do this weekend or at least in the very near future after my brother's visit is over.

Comm for Mitty

Comm for Ceb

Art piece for zine

Redesign Platinum, I wanna have fun with his form instead of sticking so close to canon shiny riolu

Probably rewrite New Tracks, still fiddling with background

Beat sword and then violet

#mittens update #to do list #my brothers visits are always very interesting #hes a wildcard lol

[mamamittens]

I did my Level Best to empty out all new blorbo thoughts to properly attend to my two commissions so we'll see how that goes tomorrow after work I suppose.

A sneaky peak at my hard work designing yet another precious pokemon OC with a backstory too damn sad for me to function nearly two days cause my weakness can be boiled down to "Old Yeller Adjacent"

The design for Finley Novak, 19~ retired champion of Kanto with the second shortest run behind (I believe) Gary who managed to beat the previous champion just before you and gloated for all of five minutes... I think it was Gary at least. I don't have clear memories of whoever Red's rival was.

They actually inspired Red's rise to fame despite the tragedy, though he didn't need a psychic pokemon to battle.

Their title is "The Lone Champion" due to the accidental explosion (Team Rocket attack that got out of hand) of the Indigo League just before they were officiated after beating the previous champion that resulted in the death of her entire team. They moved from Kanto to Unova when they turned 18, desperate to escape the dark shadow of their fame.

Ironically, if it wasn't for this incident, they would have been "The Silent Champion" due to their selective mutism. They directed their team in battle through Silver, their Abra and starter.

Following years of therapy, a series of successful children's books that started as a therapy project, and managing to take on another support pokemon (Platinum 'Plat' the shiny riolu), they wish to take steps to get back into battling via the Battle Subway.

They tends to squat in battle as their nerves make them unsteady and it provides a unique view of the field. They only stand when they're confident there's nothing else they need to see. They also constantly cover their eyes, finding eye contact intimidating. Sign language is unreliable since their hands shake easily so they often have to pause and start over slowly to enunciate their signs.

Fin speaks softly to her Pokemon whenever possible to make sure her voice still works but as of yet, cannot manage to speak to other people, even her therapist.

Still not sure if she does the plot of black/white or is just present while it happens. We'll see how fun and fancy free I feel about it later but I'm definitely interested in her going through Arceus Legends with the baneful fox mask.

#mittens updates #mittens rambles #pokemon oc #no romance only friendship and sadness

[mamamittens]

Not sure what happened over the years for "automatically my favorite little guy" to include anyone

Who looks like they need a hug

Looks like they need a nap

Secret badass with lazy front so real they barely remember to be a badass

Two people who mirror aesthetics or are twins in some way

Doomed by the narrative but if only there was a step slightly to the left they'd have made it to a happy ending

Any combination of the above

But it's a little bit of a gamble finding fanart and fanfics with them. Specifically if it's the twin thing cause I'm currently on a Pokemon bend so naturally "I don't care if Game Freak stands on top of HQ and screams they're not autistic, the train Bois are absolutely autistic" are my current favorite blorbos. And man is it a toss up if fanart or fanfics are going to just be straight up incest. Like, so bad AO3 fics habitually tag #not incest and any variation thereof. Which I appreciate but it makes me nervous to write for them ngl

I guess this is just a consistent problem for twins in fandom... Siblings get along too well and before you know it, there's an entire mountain of art of them kissing. Should have had a scene where they try and strangle each other over petty bullshit, give that Cain Instinct a workout.

It would have probably backfired though, not even going to lie. God knows two characters actively trying to kill each other is basically just fandom-aphrodisiac at this point.

#pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #oof ive been here long enough to not yell at clouds #but its still jarring lmao #i love my brother a lot but I'd still murder him for cold fries

[mamamittens]

Can you please do a Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates and U.A pirates (they're Yandere for the U.A pirates) a group of twenty kids, who are notorious for making, but good kids, who protect and save those from the navy Injustice

The Whitebeard pirates grow fond and attached to the U.A pirates, because of how good they are despite being pirates, so how would they react when the U.A pirates are being targeted by the league of villains, and always having injuries, bandages, and scars on their bodies please it's your choice

The phrasing of this ask is sending me cause it's sort of written like I wouldn't know what My Hero Academia is but also like I do.

Also, like Whitebeard's crew has something against any other pirate crew just cause they're pirates. He notoriously likes uppity brats with daddy issues and a thing for violence. And Class A (plus everyone's favorite sleepy purple boi if my memory is right) covers that collectively. Where their teachers are, idk. It kinda sounds like it's just the kids and honestly, that's a recipe for disaster for everyone else. Aizawa works so hard to contain his gremlins and now this? smh

I'm also a little confused from a world building perspective cause ain't no way in hell the league of villians would mesh well with marines or the WG. Which leaves rival pirates but if they're both just pirates, what's the beef? What's the persistent beef at that? They don't beef with Class A just cause it's on sight??? It's like, a whole 'we live in a society' thing.

I doubt LoV would be siding with the marines when they're being assholes, though they may not directly go against them unless it benifits them I suppose... that does leave the question as to why they're riding UA's ass this hard that they're constantly fucked up?

Seems kinda mean, which is weird to say. Doubt WBP would agree with it if they ran into it so they'd definitely intervene since they're already yandere. Probably keep em close and train em up before setting them lose IG?

Not sure what kinda answer you're expecting from this honestly. May as well have asked "Hey, if I smack this hornets nest with a stick and they've been imagining me twitching, foaming at the mouth at the precipice of death, what would happen?"

Probably that. The obvious thing you clearly expect.

#mittens answers #platonic yandere #bnha #who set these kids loose?!? #did worlds collide or reincarnation worked a little wonky #you'd think lov would have bigger fish to fry and without class a in the way #like they'd seriously defend celestial dragons #several are just vibrating to commit warcrimes as is #peace was never an option