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alicedash2 · 1 month

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Luffy's first love, Child!Luffy x Child!Reader (inspired by ponyo)

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I think is everything okay now, I will change something if I found something

Luffy found a weird fish!

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In the East Blue Sea, in the deep of the ocean, there was a small village that had been abandoned by its former inhabitants. However, now only one family lived there—a man with deep bags under his eyes, long white beard, and a slight hunchback. He maintained order at the bottom of the ocean, helping and nurturing marine animals. His house was large and peculiar but well-lit with various animals around. Inside this house lived YN, a small and chubby fish. For a while, YN had wanted to escape. After all, her "father" didn't allow her to leave because she was too young and careless. Despite being the most mature and largest among her sisters, she still couldn't go out.

The "species" of YN isn't exactly a fish, they are similar to the fish-men of Sabaody, but rarer and more special. YN emerged from a relationship between a human and one of the inhabitants of that village, who are creatures similar to humans but with the ability to control oceans, animals, and transform into either human or unique fish and extravagant forms

One day, while her "father" was tending to and raising new fish, guiding them to their destiny, YN sneaked out through the window, spying on her distracted father. Quickly, she fled. Being still somewhat small, she couldn't swim fast, but luckily, she managed to cling to one of the fishes swimming swiftly. Together, they headed towards the coast. Suddenly, they were caught by some merchant ships with long hunting nets. In the chaos, YN, trapped among the struggling fish, finally managed to break free. However, it didn't take long for her to be targeted again, this time by a large fish intending to prey on her. Despite YN's powers to control fish, tides, and others, she didn't know how to use them yet. Her only option was to flee, which almost failed if it hadn't been for another fish that hunted down the one chasing YN. The impact of the bite and the speed was so great that YN was flung towards the coast and landed directly in a glass jar, where she struggled to escape. In this moment of despair, YN managed to use her powers to call for help from a small group of fish, who quickly went in search of someone or something to help YN

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Luffy, a small boy of 7 years old, was walking along the coast of his island, playing with the water and collecting some shells he found, putting them in his blue bucket. It was a sunny and comfortable day when he saw a small group of fish, for some reason, circling between his legs and nibbling on his skin. He tried to shoo them away, but the fish followed him. He attempted to catch one with his hand, but one of them jumped and resumed circling around him.

"What? Why are they following me?"

Without success and without an answer, the fish began to swim slowly and perform acrobatics away from him, then stop. Whenever Luffy approached them again, they swam a few meters away and stopped, as if waiting for him. He followed the little fish to a certain spot on the coast, a more secluded area. When the little fish guided him to another fish trapped in a glass jar, Luffy realized that the struggling fish was peculiar, a species he had never seen on that coast. He approached the fish, which was a bit large and chubby. Luffy held it, relieving it, and tried to pull the glass jar it was trapped in, but with little success. He tried harder, managing to break the glass jar with a nearby rock, freeing YN. As Luffy cleaned up the glass shards, he accidentally cut himself, but he didn't pay much attention. When he went to comfort YN, he noticed that she wasn't moving until he felt YN licking the small wound that was bleeding on Luffy's finger.

"Ah?"

Luffy was confused, but quickly grabbed his bucket again, pouring out the shells and filling it with water. Then, he placed the little chubby fish inside. The fish remained motionless for a few seconds, tense, thinking that the fish might have died. However, it soon started swimming normally, which relaxed him.

"What a strange fish, I've never seen a fish like this before."

Luffy commented with a huge smile. The fish itself was quite different, it didn't have exactly fins, scales, or gills, but it was a beautiful and cute fish. The fish had a round face, small arms, and even hair, which in this case, was YN's hair.

As Luffy walked back to the village, the tide rose violently along with the waves, as if trying to attack Luffy and take YN back. But Luffy didn't pay much attention.

"I'll show this to Ace and Sabo!"

So, Luffy ran to DanDan's house with his bucket full of water containing the fish he had just saved. When he got there, he looked for Ace, who was nearby.

Meanwhile, YN's father appeared above the waters, with only his waist visible. He saw Luffy with YN.

"...this is terrible...hm, terrible and terrible...yes, terrible..." he said, rubbing his hand on his beard.

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"Ace! Ace!"

Luffy ran up to the older boy, who looked at him already annoyed.

"What's up, Luffy?"

"Look what I found! A really weird fish!"

"A fish? I've seen many and..."

Ace stopped talking as he saw YN, who was swimming happily in circles.

"What...the heck is this?!"

Ace looked closely at YN, who was still swimming cheerfully.

"What an ugly fish!"

"What? Don't say that! How mean, Ace!"

Upon hearing this, little YN glared at him and spat a jet of water in the boy's face, making Luffy smile and laugh.

"W-What?! What a bold little fish! Give me that fish; I'll put it in the fire!"

"What?! No! Stay away!"

"Quick, give me that damn fish!"

"No!"

A few hours later, in the evening, DanDan and others had already prepared dinner. When Luffy came down and joined them for dinner, he didn't hesitate to bring his new friend along. Luffy placed the bucket with YN on the table, the dinner was rice and meat.

"You must be hungry, right? Here, have some rice."

Luffy offered rice, but YN slowly looked at Luffy's meat.

"....meat? Here."

Luffy tore off a piece of meat and handed it to YN, who didn't hesitate to simply take all of Luffy's meat, leaving him indignant.

"Hey! Don't take all the meat! That's all I have!"

Luffy said as he tried to take the meat back from YN, but he only managed to retrieve half.

YN enjoyed the meat with great pleasure and happiness.

The next day, Luffy, still with YN in the bucket, was with Ace, who was still wary of YN.

"Ace, Sabo!"

The boys heard their names being called, and when they turned, it was Sabo, running towards them.

"Sabo, look what I found yesterday!"

"What is it?"

"It's... a fish... I think."

Sabo approached and looked at YN, who had a sweet smile.

"It's cute! Have you given this little fish a name yet?"

"A-Ah..."

Luffy took a moment to realize that he hadn't named YN yet, but when he started thinking, YN stuck her head out of the water and said:

"YN!"

Luffy, Ace, and Sabo fell silent for a moment.

The fish spoke.

Luffy shouted and almost spilled the bucket on the ground, but Ace held him back. Ace and Sabo looked scared.

"It spoke, the fish spoke!" Sabo said, a little trembling.

"That's not a fish!" Ace said, in a low tone.

Luffy composed himself and stared at YN.

"You can talk...you can talk!"

Luffy stomped the ground in happiness.

"How amazing!"

"Luffy!" YN said, her voice cute and happy.

"Yes, it's me!"

"I like Luffy!"

YN started swimming in circles and doing pirouettes, making Luffy blush a little.

"I like you too, YN!" Luffy said in a soft tone.

Once again, Luffy was in the village, and Shanks was there. Nothing better than introducing his new friend to Shanks. As soon as Luffy entered the bar, he had YN in the same bucket of water.

"Shanks! Shanks!" Luffy ran to the counter. Shanks looked at the boy with the same smile as always.

"Hey, Luffy! What do you have there?"

"It's a fish, but...I don't know what kind of fish it is. And she talks too."

"...a talking fish?"

"Yes! Come on, YN, say something!"

Luffy put YN on the counter, where she leaned against the edge.

"Shanks!" YN said.

Shanks looked surprised. He held Luffy by the shoulders and looked serious.

"Luffy, listen to me. You need to return this fish to the ocean."

"Why?"

"It's not good. The "father" of this fish's species is one of the survivors of the village that was massacred by the Celestial Dragons. If this fish stays with you, she might end up dead. It's unknown how many of her species are left, but they were crucial for some islands..."

"I'm not going to! I won't, I won't!"

Luffy stomped his feet.

"If they find out you have this fish, they will kill her, and who knows what will happen to you...or to your island."

"Luffy!" YN said.

Luffy got angrier, with tears in his eyes. He took YN and ran away, back to the mountain.

"I won't leave you, YN..."

"Luffy!" YN swam happily.

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A few more days later, Garo came to visit his grandchildren, Luffy didn't know if he was hiding YN from his grandfather or not, but it was useless, Garp ended up finding out and went to talk to Luffy, who was on the beach

"Luffy..."

"um, grandpa?"

"...this fish"

Luffy was soon surprised

" I'm not going to give it back! She...she's my friend! "

"Yes, you will."

YN's "father" appeared, riding on one of the kings of the seas

"She can't be with you, boy"

"I won't let you get her!"

"boy, don't make me repeat myself, I don't want to take YN by force from you"

YN's father said in a threatening tone, causing kings of the seas to appear, Garp prepared himself for any fight, Luffy, hesitantly, refused to give back

"I already said I'm not going!"

"either you give her back, or I sink her entire island, boy, just for YN to be here is a risk to all the only survivors of her species!"

while they were arguing, YN sneakily got out of the bucket and entered the ocean, she swam a few meters and screamed

"Luffy! run!"

Before Luffy could act, large waves began to appear and hit the coast violently, Garp was quick to take Luffy and get out of there, but little by little the island was almost being flooded by the waves and would be sunk by possible future tsunamis, but YN submitted to return with her "father" with the promise that he would not harm any living being in the village Foosha" was the last time Luffy saw YN that day

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A few more days passed, and Luffy was very depressed. Even with the help of Ace and Sabo, they couldn't find YN.

Luffy was walking around the village, and he saw Shanks outside the bar, talking to Yasopp. He approached with a sad look.

"Still haven't found her?" Shanks asked, and Luffy just shook his head negatively.

"Luffy... this way is better. She's safe now. Maybe one day she'll come to visit you."

Luffy cried; he didn't want visits. He wanted to be with her. As much as she was a fish, Shanks took Luffy to his ship so he could cheer up a bit.

When he got close to the ship, strong waves began to appear, and on them, a colorful little fish. During this time without seeing YN, she managed to create a form that allowed her to walk. It was strange, but she did it in a hurry. Luffy smiled when YN reached the shore. She ran with the bucket that Luffy had left on the beach and been washed away by the waves.

Shanks widened his eyes when he saw the little creature with legs and arms running to Luffy. Shanks tried to grab YN, but she dodged him. Her form was finally complete when she acquired her human form, a slightly chubby and cute child, wearing a vibrant dress. She ran and threw herself into Luffy's arms, rubbing her face against his cheek. When they let go of the hug, they looked at each other.

"YN! You... you've changed!"

YN just laughed and stomped the ground, dancing.

"Do you like it? Took me a time for create my human form!"

Luffy jumped with joy and hugged his friend again.

"Shanks! YN is a human now, look!"

Shanks was incredulous, unsure of what to do or say, but it didn't matter much since Luffy took her hand and ran to his brothers. In the end, YN became part of them too. Garp, now that he understood what had been done, adopted her as his granddaughter and wouldn't let her "father" try to take her away either, as she had won Garp's big heart. That cuteness and innocence, now Garp himself called her the "princess of the seas" and "My princess"

DanDan didn't accept it at first, but she saw that YN could be useful regarding food, managing to easily bring fish.

YN was very well accepted by the village. Her father had made a deal with Luffy

that he should protect her with his life since YN is still a rare species, who acquired a human form and still managed to escape both her father and the Marines (Garp). And so, Luffy did.

It didn't take long, but Luffy was in love with YN, whether it was love or not, he couldn't stay away from her. YN agreed to join Luffy's crew and would help with whatever he needed. She was Luffy's first love, and now Luffy wanted to conquer the seas together with YN.

#one piece #one piece x reader #akagami no shanks #shanks #mugiwara no luffy #straw hat luffy #one piece luffy #monkey d. luffy #with: luffy #luffy

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charlottelie · 2 months

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oh, lucifer?

chapter i. (or, selkie sees a snake) ✧･ﾟ

tags: reader uses she/her pronouns, fem!reader, reader is a trapeze artist, sinner!reader, reader works at lu lu world, no use of y/n, ducks galore

You hadn’t meant to. Your guiding philosophy in life and afterlife had always been ‘Ask for forgiveness, not permission’, and it seemed so sound a maxim that you were usually slightly bemused when you found yourself in the unfortunate position of actually having to ask for forgiveness. Upon your arrival in Hell you had thought, Well, I certainly didn’t mean to end up here. Upon your arrival in Lu Lu World you had thought, Well, I wouldn’t say I exactly intended to join a Hadean circus. You hadn’t meant for either of these moral catastrophes to come about—that is, your sending yourself to the Other Place and your working at a fairground—but, despite all your good intentions, here you were. Rotten luck.

You also hadn’t meant to be late for your act again, but here you were, late as always. You dusted your hands with chalk, briskly clapping them more out of habit than anything else as you examined your makeup in a misty mirror someone had propped up outside the dressing rooms. A poster on the wall, framed by peeling paint, announced your act in proud block capitals: Selkie, the Flying Seal! They had put you right before the interval. Did that make you the star performer? Third-best, at any rate: best were the acrobats, Belladonna and the Bedbugs, the grand finale, and second-best was Sunny’s balancing act, which opened the show. You could hear someone approaching, and fast. Your boss, no doubt, come to gently encourage you to get the fuck onto the stage.

You looked at him mildly: Didier, who insisted it was pronounced ‘Didi-AIR’, tall, half-imposing, mostly composed, rarely generous, currently furious beyond belief.

“Selkie! Where the fuck have you been? You’re on in thirty seconds! Ten, nine, eight—”

You liked to think of him as sort of a lost soul, someone you’d taken under your wing, although, of course, he had been the one to take pity on you and hire you in the first place, and, of course, it was your soul that was on the line. “I’m sorry, Didi-yur,” you said quietly, and he scoffed. As you watched him thoughtfully, compassionately, he grabbed you by the shoulders and half-pushed, half-led you onto the platform—surely a textbook case of abuse in the workplace, if you weren’t in Hell—and you gave him a final glance of serene benevolence before, at his command, you whipped around, stepped into the blazing golden lights of the great circus tent, waved to the crowd, flashed a smile, and leapt from the platform into the open space before you.

The breathless silence. The hot dusty air. The rush in your stomach like an oncoming wave before you lightly caught the bar another performer had flung towards you, adjusted your grip, and neatly somersaulted to another swing. Here a half-turn, here a straddle whip, and here, at the very peak of the motion of the trapeze, you let go, and hung impossibly in the air for a second before you plummeted, as you were wont to do, and were caught by another trapeze artist. Of course the dizzying leaps and the melodramatic plunges were part of the act. You knew the movements, the swings and the sways and the somersaults; you were, admittedly, at home here. The onlookers roared in delight; your heart, admittedly, soared. But as you spun, leant back, shifted your weight, glanced at the audience, you noticed, about three rows from the front, an unprecedented, unsolicited, indeed undesirable arrival: the strangest demon you had ever met. Or, at least, the strangest demon in the past three days.

The fine kettle of fish was this. Belladonna, Sunny, Pell-Mell, the clowns, the knife-throwers, the knife-throwees, even the Bedbugs, bless their hearts, had all signed their souls over to Didier. He had expected the same of you when you had been given the job. But you, unused to asking, used to getting, were not prepared to quite merrily hand over the one thing that had guaranteed your continued existence to a man in a slim red tie. And so you had taken on a different sort of contract—which could have been hot, but, regrettably, Didier was not inclined to make such exchanges. You were simply paid far less than what you needed. That was all. The prosaic truth. He had you under contract, but nothing so poetic as a soul-binding one. You simply sewed your own costumes, went without breakfast. You scrounged around for whatever you could whenever you could. You had taken up residence in a formerly-disused caravan with the structural integrity of a multivitamin capsule.

You had found there was little glory in starving, little romance. It was the banality of it that struck you, when you sighed weakly after your taps wouldn’t turn on, or Didi cut off your electricity, or you found you would have to choose between food and heating. It was the endless rolling of the cold and empty days that you suspected would grind you down in the end. But of course they were punctuated by your dazzling nights, your whirling wheeling flights through the grandly lit top tent that drew so many to Lu Lu World. And of course you were resourceful.

In your life you had always been willing to bend the rules. In your death you were no different. You had the right kind of mind for business, and your business was, up there and down here, remarkably effective. Any con, put-on, cutup, cantrip, flimflam, ramp or scam anyone could think of, you’d done it. You once stole a woman’s shoes and sold them to her husband’s mistress for twice the retail price. Double-joke was on her, because purple was not her color. Only yesterday you had sold a sweet-looking sinner an ‘astral lightning rod’ meant to attract ‘negative interdimensional frequencies’ and channel them into their neighbors’ houses. The lightning rod in question was a refashioned rake you had found in the bins outside the gift shop. To put it plainly, as it were, if it had to be said, you were a, quote-unquote, ‘scammer’, though you and yours would never call it that. You hadn’t meant to end up in this trade, after all. You would like to think you had an entrepreneurial mindset.

This entrepreneurial mindset had landed you in a stall (without a permit, obviously) in the Lu Lu World food court, having donned a wig and taken on the persona of a charming Texan aunt. Here you sold separately heart-shaped chocolates you had bought in bulk, meticulously unwrapped, and meticulously re-wrapped in shiny pink paper, to whichever passing demons or sinners appeared lonely or gullible or both. You told them all these chocolates, if consumed, would make anyone fall in love with them. To a pale imp in a band T-shirt you had sold three for five times what you’d paid for a box of eight; to a fishlike sinner whose disinterested girlfriend had abandoned him for the fairyfloss stall you sold five at, you told him, fifty percent off (which was three times the usual price). They had told their friends; their friends had flocked to your stall; soon afterwards, your original buyers had come back for more. But now there was a lull in business, as there usually was at this time of the afternoon. So when you noticed a duck demon – literally, a demon the size and shape of a duck, albeit a cartoonishly cute one – with an odd gait and a faraway look in his eyes, you were thrilled to have once again hit the jackpot.

You called him over excitedly. “Hey there, friend, what’s got you looking so glum?” That caught his attention. Hook. “You know, I see all sorts of people come through here. But ain’t none of them got such a positively chap-fallen look on their faces—not to insult you, gorgeous.” He was watching you with wary curiosity. Line. “Come on. Don’t you wanna tell old Mrs. Appleby all about it?” Sinker.

“You’re not married,” he said. Sinker? That was strange.

“What?”

“You’re not married. You’re not wearing a wedding ring.” Was he one of those? A flirt? Read: creep? Those were often easier to sell to.

You pointed at your sign. Mrs. Appleby’s Apple-licious Treats. “Mrs. Appleby. That all that ambiguous?” you said, which won you a small smile from this bizarrely fluffy, bizarrely yellow duck. He flew surprisingly gracefully (you, the Flying Seal, knew what made a graceful flight) towards your stall, perching on the countertop just in front of your merchandise. And as he did so, you felt a dull crackle of power in the air, but, habitually incautious, you ignored it. Perhaps an Overlord-adjacent was taking a piss behind the neighboring food truck. Something like that.

“It’s just heart-shaped candy,” he said. Usually demons looked like they’d just crawled out of a monsoon drain. Not this duck. He looked like a dapper gift-shop-plushie, the kind that comes with a sweet tag with their inevitably adorable name, written beneath it, Please look after this [relevant animal]!

“Just heart-shaped candy? Why, this is the best heart-shaped candy you’ve ever had the good fortune to feast your eyes upon! ‘Why is that, Mrs. Appleby?’ Why, I’ll tell ya!” He seemed to be enjoying himself, not least because he hadn’t left. “This chocolate is magic!” That earned you another smile.

“Really? Is that so?”

“Sure is. Straight from my distant uncle Asmodeus. Just eat one, wait three hours, and you’ll be feeling sprightly as a spring lamb. Two’ll have all the hens—or the men, don’t look so dejected, whatever you prefer—running after you like you’re catnip and they’re a litter of kittens.”

“Hold on now. You’re trying to sell me chocolate…chocolate-ified love potions? Love potion-ified chocolate? Love-ified—”

You waved a hand at him in pleasant dismissal. “Now, don’t you overthink it, honey. I just saw you needed a helping hand and Auntie Appleby thought she’d take a”—you surprised even yourself with this one—“quack at it.” For a glorious moment he struggled between delight and disappointment. Then he laughed, genuinely, and smiled at you with something like satisfaction.

“Two’ll make me catnip. What’ll three do?”

You paused, then shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I ate three, and look at me now.”

And after that it really had been sinker, and you’d sold him a box of ten and wrapped it up in pink parchment and given it to him in a pretty heart-shaped bag with added glitter. You wondered if he’d realized he was being fleeced. There was an air of irony about the way he treated you, but you were pleased to play along. A sale was a sale.

Naturally, though, you tried not to encounter people you’d sold something to after you’d sold it to them. You’d been a little careless today, telling them to wait only three hours. You’d thought that’d be enough to get them out of the grounds, but this duck was persistent. As usual, you hadn’t meant for this to happen. He still had his heart-shaped bag. He was sitting smugly in a seat far too large for him. Did he recognise you? Could he recognise you? The Flying Seal was a far cry from homely Mrs. Appleby. It could have been a coincidence. Perhaps he just liked the circus. It wasn’t strictly unusual to re-encounter your customers. But he was watching you intently, you realized, before you had to maneuver yourself into the arms of your closest friend in the circus, your counterpart, Pell-Mell, the Soaring Fiddler. And then, still incautious, you let the strange duck slip from your mind, and flung yourself from the catchbar again.

Lucifer had decided to visit Lu Lu World less out of curiosity and more out of boredom and a vague sense of duty. It was, after all, his theme park. He’d been reckless, coming as a duck, but who’d guess this out-of-place, out-of-sorts waterfowl was the Lightbringer himself? Besides, he’d wanted to watch the circus. He hadn’t quite known what to expect. Perhaps he’d expected to be disappointed.

But now he watched you in what seemed your most natural state. Flying, entertaining. Even without the wig and the bizarre Texan accent he recognised you (he, of all people, knew what made a good trick, a good show). He saw how you fed on the crowd’s cheers like they kept you alive. It was miraculously complex and miraculously simple. You were happy they were happy. He watched you as you rose and dove through the air as your namesake might through water—easily, happily, unembarrassed—and the lights, your smile, the spectacle, recalled to him, dimly, as if seen through rain, something he had felt a long time ago.

You landed delicately on the platform opposite the one you had arrived from. “Selkie, the Flying Seal!” the ringmaster declared triumphantly. You winked mischievously at the audience. Did you realize they were thrilled with you? Could you realize it? Did the whole performance require a level of obliviousness? You caught the outstretched hand of your fellow performer, a small, slender girl sporting a glossy bob, and lifted her onto the platform. The two of you gave a final bow, and you, beaming, looked not down at the audience but up at the distant lights.

Lucifer decided half-consciously that he ought to come back.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #hazbin x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin imagine #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer #lucifer morningstar

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bidisastersanji · 4 months

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Circus One Piece AU with sword swallower/knife thrower Zoro and tightrope walker/aerial act Sanji please and thank you

They (and the rest of the crew) grew up in the « Thousand Sunny » circus together:

Sanji’s adoptive dad, Zeff, is the circus cook who always tells a different, wild story about how he lost his leg (it often involves a lion, even though the circus doesn’t use animals in its show, despite its lion logo)

Zoro’s parents both died in an accident when he was young and his relatives (Shimotsuki) took him in. His childhood friend Kuina had an accident and is now a wheelchair user- she handles the circus social media and marketing with Nami

They both have had crushes on each other for years but don’t dare to fo anything because not only what if the other feels the same but what if it doesn’t work out and they have to leave their circus family- so instead they keep bickering and pigtail pulling

I think it’s common for circus performers to have many abilities but specializing in certain things so let’s just assume most of them are good at basic acrobatic/circus things

Sanji is an aerial artist (aerial silks, hoops etc) and tightrope walker and Zoro is good at sword swallowing, stage combat and knife throwing

A lot of the crew are orphans who were adopted into the circus family from many countries the circus has passed through, so they have little accents and have the best time celebrating everyone’s different traditions and holidays

Usopp is a magician, Vivi does diabolo, Franky a strongman, Robin does Trapeze, Luffy is known for his contortionist act but also does some clowning, Ace and Sabo do fire performances, Brook is their communal grandpa in charge of music, Jinbei is the cool dependable uncle in charge of setting everything up to regulation and navigating their caravan where Nami tells them to go

Although she does Chinese pole, Nami is growing up to be the person who’ll take over the circus management/strategy- she wants them to make bank and strategizes on what acts they do, innovative acts and staging they can do etc

Luffy’s dream is for their circus to be the best in the world - they’re already going around different countries but he wants a full international tour, eager to take over after his grandpa (ringmaster) passes it on to him

Chopper is the adoptive son of the troupe doctor (Kureha) who does some equestrian tricks (voltige) but mostly studies hard to be a doctor too. He’s still a kid but everyone is else is an adult

Sanji often gets really distracted by Zoro during practice times- their outfits are revealing and he’s so buff and like what else can he do with his mouth goddamn

He only once called Zoro a « sword swallower » when he was a (still closeted) teen to try and bully his friend/rival but Zoro just grinned at him and said « proudly » and Sanji almost died from that mental image and never used that insult again (he might have gotten a nosebleed)

Naturally Zoro is also dumbstruck by Sanji’s beauty and grace on the regular- and he often gets in trouble for watching Sanji’s act and almost missing cues

The gang always gets into so many shenanigans in every new city they travel to and they love each other so dearly

One day a video of Zoro practicing goes viral (because he’s hot and talented) and Sanji is definitely not responsible for a few dozen views on that video

Zoro always gets a little jealous and annoyed when he finds Sanji flirting with local girls

And that’s all the ideas I have for now! Please feel free to add to this!! I’d love to see what you guys would be fun to have in the circus AU

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fic idea #zosan au #one piece au #circus one piece au #one piece zosan #circus zosan au #aerialist!sanji

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puppetmaster13u · 3 days

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Were-batfam? Indeed. Several different ideas. But which one to work on... (Little information blurbs beneath the poll)

Each were-creature keeps some physical aspects even during the day. Example being claws, fangs, tails, ears, etc. Children look more human while adults have more aspects, usually using charms to hide as humans in more public settings.

Wolf I mean, werewolves. Pretty well known. Hint of a twist. Can turn into full wolves at full moons but become humanoid-ish wolves at night.

Rabbit Bunny batfam. And I am putting this out here but rabbits can be vicious little things. If they were bigger they could definitely kick in someones chest. Also they definitely make blanket forts to snuggle in.

Cat Keep Selina away, they're cat people now! And giant humanoid cats at night. The acrobatics, the balance, the sprawling out on the rare sunny days of Gotham. How are they not the catclan of gotham- wonderful question.

Sheep You ever get kicked by a hoofed creature? It hurts. Also people are confused by their respective bat saying it's haircut day. Winter wool can get crazy. Also horns. Maybe mistaken for some sort of demonic entity some nights to their amusement.

Bat Already working on this. Poor dude gets the kids as toddlers. The League won't know what is happening. Yes he has bat ears and fangs all the time and becomes giant bat man during the night. Yes he is not impressed with Man-Bat.

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ivysangel · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/menoftiktok/722107020861423616

^ i just know that dick grayson would wear these. shows up to a gala and has ladies swooning over him, old men that believe too hard in strict gender roles breaking their dentures from how hard they’re grinding their teeth.

and getting him out of it would be soo much fun. he’d keep trying to kiss you as you struggle with the laces and get the two of you distracted.

Sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

the man spends his nights in a skin tight one piece showing off his slutty little waist and chiseled abs like ofc he'll wear a corset. it really doesn't take much to get women to swoon over him, you're basically swatting them away like flies on a normal day when he's dressed down. so on a day when he's dressed to the nines? oh it's so over. and not just for them, for you too.

the thing about dick is that he could fuck you literally anywhere, anytime, and with only a moments notice. it's almost always him pulling you into bathrooms, cars, closets, empty rooms, making you late, accidentally ruining articles of clothing because of how badly he wants you. it's almost always him until it isn't.

now you're in some random spare room of the building the galas being held in, it's also definitely restricted but oh well. you're grabbing his face and kissing him while he gets your dress off before moving onto the strings of the corset. now, i think him struggling to take it off is a funny image BUT i'm asking you to imagine him keeping it on. like, walk with me here.

his hands are pulling at the strings and he's getting a little frustrated so you tell him to just leave it on. he's like, "what? it's gonna be harder to move with it on, it's so restrictive." and you're rolling your eyes because his flexibility with it on is on par with that of a normal persons instead of a literal acrobat. plus it turns you on. plus he actually only needs his pants off to fuck anyway.

he agrees (he'd never say no to you, especially not to something that makes you feel just as depraved and horny as he does) so you end up missing from the gala for way longer than intended because you went like two rounds. 1 initially, but then you saw him sweaty wearing that stupid fucking corset, grinning like a stupid fucking asshole (endearing), and couldn't resist a round 2.

#★ dirty laundry ★#dick grayson lover #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #★ sunnie ★

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allimocha · 1 year

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Let’s show off some other units in Virtualetta besides Vivid Ageha (aka side characters)

Milky Mirage, one of the top idol duet units!

Here are the members:

Pierrot (Indigo “Indie” Charles)

Style: Circus Chic

Colors: Apple Red (Main) Sky Blue and Sunny Yellow (Accent)

Weapon: “Jokers Bells”

Aspect Color: Apple Red

VDoll: Harle-K (Elephant type plush)

Solo Song: “Go! Merry Go Round!”

A hyperactive and cheerful 18 year old girl. Since she’s a 2 star virtualetta, she can alter her outfit. So she swapped out her glass eye to a different color (the one on the right) and put on the white face paint. She’s always at 100 all the time, just a ball of pure energy. She was in the circus with her family as an acrobat, before she was a virtualetta, and during one of her stunts she injured her eye, which is why she has a glass one.

Jinx (Charlotte Monet)

Style: Vibrant Witchy

Colors: Amethyst (Main) Aquamarine and Spinel (Accent)

Weapon: “Spellbound Baton”

Aspect Color: Amethyst

VDoll: Hex-W (Cat type plush)

A very monotone and chill 19 year old. She’s definitely a girl of a few words, rarely showing too much emotion past being content, or indifference. Yet shes still very compassionate, despite her monotone speech. Very into witchcraft and sorcery, and it definitely shows. At least 6 feet tall, the definition of a gentle giant. A 2 star virtualetta like her partner, she also added face paint to her form.

Extra Unit Stuffs:

Duet Weapon : “Fortune Bell Baton”

Unit name: Milky Mirage

Unit Song(s): “Spectrum Synchronization”

So here’s another unit that I’ve created, definitely the role models of the virtualetta world too.

The next group is also a duet unit (unit consisting of 2 members) and just as close as these two!

Look forward to it, Byiiieee~!

Read More~

Here’s the photo of the two together, both civilian and virtualetta forms.

#art #black artist #alli’s ocs #magical girl #ref sheet #virtualetta #clowncore #witchcore

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venomous-qwille · 1 year

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"You're lucky you're cute" ouo

Sooo this... became a bit more than a drabble in the end I must admit. By the time I reached the prompt Moon had already managed to derail the scene in my mind- turning it into something more akin to a half-chapter of Astral Bodies (in fact this will most certainly be worked into a chapter further down the line). This whole thing was super inspiring, so thanks Celtic :) With all this in mind, minor spoilers ahead for Astral Bodies. TW for a little bit of PDA. The song playing in the aerial scene is After Dark by Mr. Kitty. Preview~

Fic under the cut~

"You're lucky you're cute" Moon/Reader Words: 3648

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, the remains of glitter transferring in a sweaty iridescent smear that shimmers up your forearm. It doesn’t matter how much makeup remover you use; you could rub your face ‘til it was raw and you would still find glitter on your pillow, in your shower, in the bottom of your dance bag…

You stretch and sigh, it has been a long-ass day. The last of the parade performers and maintenance staff have already left Character 2, making their way back home to the residences.

But you…

Well, it is 00:48am and you are nothing if not a glutton for punishment. You are buzzed. You know if you go back to your room there is no way you will be sleeping. Not a chance. Nope.

You had told Sunny that you would head home… but you had never specified that you’d head home right away. Granted he had given you a look, one of the ones he usually saved for moments of exasperation, exceptionally naughty children or consecutive lunches with low nutritional value. You chose to take that for what it was: his tacit understanding of your intentions.

Both he and his brother were aware of your late-night excursions to the dance studio (that was, after all, how you had first met Moon), and while Sun had never been explicit in his disapproval, Moon had made sure you were exactly aware of his feelings on the matter.

If it was past midnight, it was past your bed-time.

You tighten your grip on your bag as you trot deeper in to the bowels of the parade department. No one will be in any of the studios at this time of night, so you will have your pick of the lot. You make a beeline towards P4-PC2-029, a skip in your step.

You really want to try something new.

As you get further down into the hallways at the bottom of Character 2, the lights take on a fluorescent quality, flooding the walls with tinny yellow light.

There is a scratching noise in the vent above you.

Tap-tap-tap

Your eyes narrow.

Flagrantly ignoring the little noise from the vent (hello Moon) you pick up a jog the rest of the way to the dance studio, dumping your gear on the crash mats before unzipping your hoodie and adding that to the growing pile on the floor.

Hands now free, you can pillage the storage cupboard for some apparatus and your fingers twitch in anticipation. The room is cavernous, with all manner of rigs prepared for any kind of circus stunt a person could deign to dream up; practically nirvana for someone like you.

With a bounce, you trot over to the storage cupboard. The double doors are big and blue and as you open one you make sure push it firmly against the wall, wedging a little slip of paper under the rim to stop it closing on you. The closet has a sensor which automatically turns the lights off when the doors are shut- something that has caught you out many times in the past… and given how late it was you didn’t really want to risk encountering a pissed-off Moon.

You had told Sunny you’d be heading to bed, after all. Yet here you were. At the dance studio at 1am doing stunt work. Probably the exact opposite of in bed.

You pull the cord and the strip-lights flicker to life above you, kicking online with a metallic hrumm. The laminate creaks beneath your feet as you turn. Your eyes rove the stacks of parade equipment, bouncing from shelf to shelf to where you know the aerial acrobatics apparatus is buried at the back. Rolling your shoulders you slink between the bars and boxes and shelves to dislodge the object of your desire: a lyra hoop cut into the shape of a crescent moon. It’s a gaudy, silvery thing, but there is clear method to the swirling metal patterns that decorate its rim; subtle hand-holds and foot-holds and moments of leverage for the discerning acrobat to take advantage of.

You lick your lips.

You love trying new equipment, and you have been making your way through the long list of exotic aerial apparatus that you’ve discovered in this alcove. To you, this place is a treasure trove.

You are forced to duck and bend in order to unwedge the crescent lyra from its place at the back of the shelf. Maneuvering your body to dodge the sharp edges of a pile of stilts you suck in your diaphragm and lean your weight back on your heels, the crescent hoop shifting forward more comfortably into your palms-

Behind you, there is a soft click as the double doors of the closet seal shut.

You curse and the lights slam off automatically.

Almost doubled over underneath the shelving unit you wriggle backwards with a groan. Your hands are wrapped firmly around your quarry as you scramble through the darkness- you refuse to let this whole ordeal be for nothing. Unseen apparatus clatters around you as you reverse back through the trove. Your breath puffs from your nostrils.

With one final tug you drag the ornate lyra out into the narrow cupboard corridor. Your balance slips a little but you right yourself, stumbling as your back meets something hard-

Four cold metal claws grip you by the scruff. There is a pause, a silence only broken by the heavy pounding of your heartbeat- exertion, fear, adrenaline-

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

The words are a guttural growl. He is directly behind you, the static of his voice-box grazing your neck like a kiss.

You swing around to face him, refusing to cringe away. You know that your face is glowing in his infrared vision.

“Moon-” your mouth goes dry.

“-Starliiight,” he sings back at you, and you can hear the grin that rolls across the surface of his static. You swallow.

“Just let me explain-“

“E x p l a i n what? How you liiiied to Sunny again? Or maybe why you think the ruuuules don’t apply to you?” His faceplate spins once, slowly, before slotting back into place with a click. “Go on. I’m waiting.”

“We’ve been through this before Moon- I need to burn off the energy or I can’t sleep I-“

“No castmember should attempt to rig or use a new set of equipment for the first time without at least one other qualified member of staff present.” His eyes narrow, voice flat as he parrots health and safety jargon from the handbook. “Wouldn’t want you to get in to an accident all alooooone down here would we, rulebreaker?”

“I don’t know Moon, would you?” The question hangs for a second and you level your gaze at him, doing your best not to squirm as he towers over you. You let out a breath. “Those are just guidelines anyway, not rules.”

He doesn’t respond, eyes dropping to your arm where he dances his fingers over the flesh of your biceps. You don’t even know whether he’s listening or just ignoring you. Your mouth twists and you can feel the pitch of your voice rising breathily as you clamor to defend yourself-

“I’m not some green college gymnast Moon, this is my livelihood. I know what I’m doing.” Your face screws up a little and you grind out. “Plus. I’m not here on my own am I? You’re here.”

His gaze snaps up to meet yours and his grin seems to stretch.

“Why little Starling,” he coos “if you wanted to give me a private show, all you needed to do was a s k .”

You bite back a retort before recoiling in horror as his eyes drift down to the lyra in your hands. The crescent moon lyra.

“Ohhhh?” You didn’t know it was possible for a robot to sound so viscerally delighted, but here we are. You can hear the fans kick in behind his chassis and something in his chest rumbles in a way that can only described as a purr. “And what is t h i s ?”

You fumble the hoop lamely in your hands.

“You know what it is Moon, stop being a-“

You are cut off as the jester snatches the hoop from you with one hand, the other reaching to scoop you against his front like an infant. Your vision becomes a blur of red and black as he clambers back through the cupboard and out into the dance studio whilst you cling to him for dear life.

“Moon!” You grunt as he deposits you in a neat heap next to your discarded hoodie and duffel bag. “What are you doing?”

Moon doesn’t answer you- skittering away with your lyra hoop to one of the metal wall mounts that dominate the left hand side of the room.

The lights of the dance studio are dim- much dimmer than you left them before your trip to the cupboard and you wonder briefly when and how Moon managed to adjust them without you noticing. But thoughts like that are as futile as the answer is simple: Moon is a sneaky little shit.

“Moon?” You repeat, voice a little more subdued this time. His faceplate swivels backwards to grin at you. “What are you doing?”

“Spotting you.”

“Spotting me-“

Your voice jutters to life from behind his faceplate: “Plus. I’m not here on my own am I? You’re here.” The recording is crisp and uncanny and you swallow a grimace- (is that really what you sound like? Ugh).

“I thought you wanted me to go to bed?” You frown at him- not to look a gift jester in the mouth but this was awfully suspicious.

“Changed my mind.” He says flatly, shrugging as he unreels the rope to attach it to the swivel and carabiners.

“…Okay.” You lick your lips, kicking off your shoes to stretch the arches of your feet.

Moon pays your response no mind, fully engrossed in the mechanism in-front of him. You watch in fascination as he meticulously checks each element of the double pulley system, this way and that, before dismantling the carabiners to re-attach the whole hoop to a paw-plate. You observe as he runs his tests again- checking the safety of the rig with all the concentration of a consummate professional. With a final tug of the hoop he releases it into the air.

“All clear, inspector?” You jab from your place on the crash mat.

His faceplate spins with a high-whine before slowing as he tuts at you sardonically. “Safety first.”

You scoff. “You didn’t seem so concerned about my safety when you tried to throw me off the top of the parade like we were in the fucking lion king-”

“Language.” He interrupts you, voice loud and slow as if talking to a child. “If you fell, Sunny would be saaaad.”

“But not you, huh Moon?” You smile wryly. “You know, if I die then no-one will be around to bring you the next volume of Berserk, just saying.”

His eyes narrow. “I have the internet.”

“I’m sorry.” You say solemnly- and then, after a beat: “…But you know pirating is against the law right?”

He makes a high little sound- somewhere between an choke and a snort, but you keep going.

“And wouldn’t that make you-”

“Starlight.”

“-Some kind of-”

“Don’t you daaare.”

“-I don’t know-”

“B r a t .”

“-Rulebreaker?”

You finish with a smug smile and his faceplate spins three times in quick succession.

“I will drop you.” He snarls and you pout at him wanly.

“But Sunny would be saaad remember?”

“Sunny can go ȇ̵͇̗a̴̢̙̝͐̀̽̇t̶̬͚̣̂̂̎̚ ̴̛̳̍͊̽͂͑͂͊͗̕̕͝͝a̶̠̪̥̥̲̬̥̱͔̥̼̿̔̿̑̾̌͂̔̇͋͆͂̓͝Ḏ̷̡̪̤̻͍̮̱̱̞̟̯̬͕̺͔̦̩͈̻̙̣̔̔̉͐̓͑͒́̓̆̈́̕Ï̷̢̙̳̼͉̩͙̞͇̥̆͒͑̑͐̈́͒̌͒̀̌̏̐́̈̃̀̌͐͐̋̋́̓͌̚͘͘͝C̷̡̭̹̯̪̲̜̞̙͕͔̩̳̫̗̘͈̰͙̫̭̈Ķ̸̛̰̥͈͇͎̣̹̯̱̀̆̍̂̊̀̀͠"

A laugh rips out of you then and you flash him a grin. The one he returns you is positively feral.

“Sorry Moon,” you lick your lips “I guess you’ll just have to keep me in the land of the living until you find another way to get your manga.”

“Blackmail. Extooortion.” He whines flatly.

“Yeah, yeah. Here-“ you laugh and throw him your phone, “seeing as you’re being so cooperative I’ll even let you choose the music.”

He catches it with something of a surprised, almost blank expression. After a second he looks down- dark gaze wincing against the glare of the little screen- he lifts his faceplate up to stare at you.

“Password?” He says blandly.

“Gimme a break Moon I know you’ve had that thing cracked for weeks.”

He doesn’t even have the decency to look abashed at being caught out. Shrugging, he returns his gaze to the little phone, the silicone padding of his long fingers strangely silent as he taps and tinkers with the screen. You turn away to face the crescent Lyra, rolling your shoulders into a long stretch that you chase down your legs to your toes. You jump lightly on the spot, foot to foot and shake out your hands. Your blood is pumping.

Somewhere behind you you hear the speakers buzz to life, and you brace yourself for whatever god-awful media Moon is about to inflict on you. You knew what you were signing up for when you gave him control over your spotify. Come on dude, lets hear the damage.

You are momentarily taken aback as the sound of soft synthwave floods the hall. There is a traitorous flutter twinge in your chest. You ignore it.

Moon was probably just having a joke at your expense. Probably.

Your mouth twitches and you stride forward to grip the lyra, pivoting yourself and the hoop on tips of your toes- your back falling into an elegant arch. You work the crescent into a spin as you mount, tilting your head back at Moon to mouth the word ‘up’. You feel the rope begin to rise.

I see you, you see me How pleasant, this feeling-

As the vocals of the song kick in you lean back into the curve of the crescent- feet splayed to rest against the sharp points of the curve, one arm dangling to brush the air below the hoop. The Man in the Moon - A basic move but your lip curls in private amusement as you recline against the lyra.

The moment, you hold me I missed you, I’m sorry-

You drop a leg down, body loose and heavy as you hold the hoop in a Cradle before collapsing into an Open Delilah- one arm and leg hooked around the bottom of the crescent as the rest of you dangles, arching towards the floor. You sweep your free hand under the calf of your free leg and stretch into a split as you hang, your whole body singing from the strain.

I’ve given, what I have I showed you, I’m growing-

You’ve lost track of Moon and your eyes search out his face as you twirl. There- a pale shadow against the wall, his red gaze thin and dark. You lift yourself out of the splits into a Candlestick- body taught and straight and almost vertical towards the floor as you straddle the crescent with crossed thighs.

The ashes, fall slowly As your voice, consoles me

Taking a breath to steady yourself you unfold a single leg down behind your head to splay your body into dramatic a Candlestick split. You sigh with satisfaction as you hang. Eyes slipping closed. Below you, the chorus crashes through the empty room with an echo.

As the hours pass, I will let you know That I need to ask, before I’m alone How it feels to rest, on your patient lips To eternal bliss, I’m so glad to know-

From the shadows by the wall he watches you. The lights of his eyes smear a trail as you spin, streaming red lines that trace through the air like the back-lights of a car in a storm. Something beautiful, in its own way.

You wind yourself out of the pose, arms tensing to lift yourself back into the embrace of the crescent lyra; your legs an artful languid twist of flesh and metal. You fold your self into a beauty roll, the world spinning around you as you twist inside the crescent, body rolling like a wave that crests from pose to split to pose to hang- this is what you were best at- the fluidity- the dizzying loops that left the watcher wondering where your gravity ended and the lyra began. Spins within spins. Loops within loops. Mermaid. Roll. Gazelle. Split. Roll. Amazon. Roll. High Angel. Roll-

We’re swaying to drum beats In motion, I’m feeling My patience, controlling The question I won’t speak-

You grin into the darkness as your body contorts around the crescent to put all your weight on the top of the lyra. There you hold yourself, your body perfectly vertical, blood rushing gloriously to your face as your breathing slows, deep and heavy.

We’re leaving, we’re talking You’re closer, it’s calming-

As you hang upside down you dare a glance beneath you to where Moon stands beside the crash mat- except he’s so much closer now. Close and silent and still in that way that only an animatronic can be. You flutter yourself into a single leg Scarab as you force the hoop away from your body at a dramatic angle, your gaze never leaving his face.

It’s then that you notice his eyes. The sclera of his visors are that familiar vantablack, only… his pupils are blue. Little lavender blue rings that shiver as they follow you. Locked on you.

You almost fall, your grip on the hoop slipping ever so slightly. You were so used to the red on black and black on red that cycled with his moods that it was jarring to see something so different. His gaze catches yours like a gravity well, and just like that you are caught in the orbit of his eyes. Your heart burns beneath your ribs.

To eternal bliss, I’m so glad to know-

You stay like that, eyes locked together in a trap- seconds pass with only the quivering pain in your muscles to mark the time. Eventually your mortal body is forced to move.

Deftly you uncoil your body until your legs are back beneath you. You finally tear your eyes from Moon as you turn to lay belly down across the crescent, relaxing into a reverse Mermaid that lets you put most of the weight on your hips, rather than your aching arms. The lyra spins languidly, it’s momentum slowing. You close your eyes.

The night will hold us close, and the stars will guide us home-

When you open them, Moon is in-front you. At this height his face is level with yours and he reaches a long arm out to steady the lyra to a stop.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

He tilts his faceplate to one side.

“Spotting you.” His voice is low and you shudder as his fingers ghost along the arch of your back.

I’ve been waiting for this moment, we’re finally alone-

“I’m not done yet.” The words tumble from your mouth like wadded cotton balls; soft, insubstantial. He watches you with lavender eye-lights.

“You’re fatigued.” He says simply- smile parting, affectionate.

You shift your grip on the Lyra.

I turn to ask the question, so anxious, my thoughts-

“Your eyes-” you whisper but the moment the words touch your lips, the pinpricks of his pupils flicker a familiar, violent red. You swallow.

“S t a r l i g h t .” He unfolds a palm around your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear with one lingering finger. Your hands start to shake. “Time to rest. Time to sleep.”

Your lips were soft like winter, in your passion, I was lost-

You lean into the cold metal of his wrist, just a little- but he withdraws. Your heart drops instantly at the rejection before stuttering as he hooks both hands around your waist- and in one fluid motion pulls you down from the lyra and into his arms.

He holds you there, flush against his chest and you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, your feet hanging in the air.

“Moon- what?” You stutter, face craning up to meet his eyes.

“…Jealous.” He says, eyes sliding back behind you to the glittering crescent moon lyra

“I’m… sorry?” Your voice climbs in confusion and his grin widens, teeth sharp- grip tightening around the flesh of your back.

“Apology accepted.”

Your eyes narrow and you open your mouth to protest but you are stopped short- a single sharp finger pressed against your lips.

“Shh-” He whispers, eyes all black and red and lavender. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Ruin what?” You frown.

He grins. “T h i s .”

And then he kisses you.

His whole body leans into you- face tilted to press cool silicon to your burning mouth. It is a simple thing, all soft and heavy at the same time. A pure, even pressure.

You grip the fabric of his cap with unsteady hands.

“Oh.” You mouth the sound softly into the corner of his smile and he buries his faceplate into your cheek.

Soft white static catches as he says- “…I would, too.”

You furrow your brow and his fingers reach up to trace the crescents of light that his eyes cast across your face. “I would be sad if you fell. I don’t like to think about… things that could hurt you.”

A breathless sigh leaves you, and your eyes soften; a bewildered smile creeping into the corners of your mouth.

“…Does that mean no more lion king?”

The look he gives you is scathing. “I will still drop you.”

“But then you and Sunny would be sad.” You flash him your teeth and his grin stretches.

“Better be on you best behaviour then, Staaaaarlight.”

Oh dear, you were doomed.

#Astral Bodies #asks #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moondrop #moon x reader #fnaf sb #I love moon so much #but he derails every conversation with SASS #prompts #drabble #fanfic #qwillewrites

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aces-to-apples · 7 months

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could you perhaps be enticed into writing more codakin? with:

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

you’ve written them so fabulously before 💖

This ask is. From January 2022. I wish you all a very I live in shame :margehiding: but hey, here's a visual reference lol? Note: Cody is deeply horny and thirsting hardcore under the cut

Cody hadn’t been present on Geonosis for the start of the war, but he was assigned to lead the 212th Attack Battalion under General Kenobi barely a month later.

Alpha-17 had given him a full briefing before shipping out, and an entire section of it had been dedicated to the behavior and neuroses of both the general and the general’s commander: a Padawan-Commander by the name of Skywalker. One-Seven had hardly been complimentary but the briefing had been helpful in dealing with them both, even after Skywalker was promoted to general himself and took ARC Trooper Rex with him to the 501st Legion.

(The captains’ tiles look good on Rex, when he’s forced into his dress whites, but that’s hardly the point.)

It’s been nearly two years since that briefing and Cody has more than enough experience to put together his own hours-long briefing just on Skywalker himself.

There are so many things about him—how his mind works, how his brain works—that Cody doesn’t think anyone else in the galaxy knows. Not Kenobi, not Commander Tano, not anyone else who’s ever shared his bed, even. And even so, Cody would never have guessed it before they started breaking formation together, but—

“You’re such a tease,” he hisses, low and resentful, as Anakin struts past.

The Jedi shoots a sunny smile back at him before reaching the front of the room and proceeding to contort himself into several showy, highly flexible poses, ostensibly to warm up. His shirt stretches with him and these poses in a variety of new and vaguely life-changing ways.

Shirt, of course, being a generous term for what the little padawan-commander’s devious mind has conjured up.

If Cody wasn’t sure she’d have let on long before now, and in a much louder fashion, he’d assume this was a deliberate attack on her part. Psychological warfare, even. If Rex knows, of course, then it just might be, but ‘get Cody so horned up, in front of a crowd of unaffiliated brothers, that he nearly bites a data-pad in half’ is not a Rex-typical form of retaliation.

The pants are—fine.

Brown fabric in a twill weave, they have a loose fit for a wide range of movement and only stay up thanks to the valiant efforts of a thick letheris belt. Of course it also has an eye-catching bar of silver for a buckle. Cody thanks every god large and small for that belt, buckle be damned. Without its stubborn presence keeping some semblance of modesty, Cody might actually shame the whole of the 212th with his lack of subtlety.

The training room is large and padded thickly, made for and used to the acrobatic nonsense of Jedi cadets. At the front—leading a mixed cohort of brothers from various assignments just barely maintaining a sense of propriety through said showy stretches—Anakin isn’t even wearing boot-liners.

And then that damned shirt.

Cody has seen glittering, sinuous dancers wearing more of a shirt than that kriffing thing.

He wants to rip it off—possibly with his teeth—and replace it with something with more coverage. Possibly himself.

At the back of the room, he watches Anakin slide his legs out to a 90-degree angle, bend, and place his hand flat on the mats. Someone finally breaks and wolf-whistles, to which Anakin simply flashes a smirk at the whole room and pushes himself up onto just his hands. Cody would be noting down the whistler for disciplinary action if he wasn’t desperately adjusting himself in his codpiece.

The shirt.

The shirt is practically nothing—or nearly so.

A black scrap of fabric dug out of a garbage bin, if Cody has to guess. It stretches obscenely around Anakin’s bulk, cut off at the diaphragm and leaving his soft belly exposed. No sleeves or real neckline to speak of, horizontal cut-outs bare inches above what’s already generous to call a hem.

The diamond cut-out in the center of his chest is the last straw.

High on his left pectoral, just under the clavicle, is a little spot of brown pigment. Cody knows that little spot intimately and with great fondness. Lying flat, the shirt covers it; showing off for an adoring crowd, the fabric twists and bunches, flashing that little spot to keen eyes.

Each time seeing it makes Cody want to stalk up to the Jedi and block everyone else's line of sight. And then bite it. Or something.

Cody has never been the jealous sort. He's from Kamino, how can he be? He's never owned a thing in his life, much less had an exclusive claim on a lover. That his jaw aches from grinding his teeth is—abnormal, to say the least.

Obnoxious, even.

And General Anakin kriffing Skywalker has the gall to enjoy it. The air around him practically crackles with his delight, even as the stupid kriffing outfit is supposed to embarrass him, or whatever Tano’s intention.

Cody has been through actual physical and mental torture modules constructed by sadists and abusers and yet, the 90 minutes that Anakin spends leading the assembly through a series of stretches and moving meditations are the longest of his life. In fairness, he wasn’t fully armored, in the middle of a crowded room, painfully aroused for the torture modules.

By the end of the time slot, Anakin’s hair is darkened and his skin glistening slightly with sweat.

He flashes an exasperated grimace at his padawan—the first indication of discomfort since he strutted into the room to start—but dismisses the troopers but his usual warm half-grin and takes their farewell-ribbing with grace. Cody watches his shoulders slump just slightly when the final trooper turns away, before he rallies.

The strut returns and Cody, unthinking, grabs his wrist as passes on the way to the exit.

Anakin meets his eyes through his helmet visor and words fail him. What is he supposed to say? ‘That was unbearably hot, never do it again’? ‘Fuck me before you go or else I might explode’? ‘May I pretty please, with a moonberry on top, suck you off’?

He hesitates too long.

Anakin Skywalker can be achingly sweet and often is, but he can also be unbearably smug and self-assured. His eyes and smile darken, becoming something wicked and teasing, and he hooks gentle fingers around Cody’s utility belt and tugs him just barely closer. Trails those fingers up the center of his cuirass. Taps them just over his sternum, where he knows a small sunflower is inked brightly, just between his pectorals.

If his helmet was off they’d be sharing breath, foreheads nearly pressed together, as close to a kiss as they can get on a battlefield.

“You know where to find me,” he murmurs, low and deep, irises nearly swallowed by pupil as he keeps Cody’s gaze.

Then fingers tap sharply against his armor and Anakin rocks back on his heels, ruffling his curls and smiling sunnily. He whistles something jaunty as he swaggers away—a normal song at one point, probably, but most likely a filthy rendition thought up by bored troopers on campaign—and Cody can’t move or speak for several moments.

If he moves, he’ll do something very much not acceptable in public, either by himself or after hunting Anakin down through the halls; if he speaks, it’ll be to moan or whine or beg, damn the consequences of whoever hears. So he stays still and quiet as a stealth mission. Until sense returns.

Or his brain boots back up.

Once it does, though, ooh…

He is going to get his revenge for that, one way or another.

#star wars #the clone wars #sw fic #ask meme #anon asks #answered asks #by apples #subtle smut prompts #i'm GUESSING that's what list this was from lmao rip #codakin #commander cody #anakin skywalker

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catelismo · 4 months

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THE LOVE ALBUM ♥︎ CUPiDZ MEMBERS!

CUPiDZ (KR: 큐핏, JP: キューピッド) is a korean-japanese girl group formed and managed by PROJECT SEKAI.

they debuted on 26/12/2020, with the single "happiness" with the five-member line-up of LEEYEON, Y/N, LENI, MARI and KITANA.

sonically, the music of CUPiDZ reflects their group's offical colours "red" and "velvet": their predominantly-pop "red" side experiments occasionally with electronic and funk, while their "velvet" side focuses on '90s-influenced r&b with elements of ballad and hip hop. their genre versatility and catchy hooks have garnered critical praise all around the world.

(LEEYEON OR @YEONAOEEL) oldest, main rapper and leader of CUPiDZ, huge death note fan, likes cold drinks, follows an extremely sleep schedule (i couldn't never), world's best chief /j, due to scars in her childhood, she kinda had to have plastic surgery, has 2 moles (one under her right eye and one near her mouth), plants lots of roses.

(Y/N OR @BYENNN_) childhood friend of akito, main dancer, prefers rainy days over sunny days, makes playlists for every single person that she meets, headphone user, has a unique vocal range, almost starts all of the songs, bakes the group some cinnamon rolls during autumn/winter times, once tried leaking their upcoming single in secret, but got in trouble.

(LENI OR @LENIIINATE) main vocalist and the twin of mari, the actual responsible person besides leeyeon, always given the hardest part of choreos loves short hair as long hair is "overwhelming", former ballerina, passionate lyricist, follows one type of makeup tutorial, such like mari, varies in multiple of aesthetics (e.g old money to downtown)

(MARI OR @MARIIIATE) lead rapper and the twin of leni, literally the most insane person in the group, jirai kei icon, originally had vocal lessons but later trained to be a rapper, photographer of the group, sometimes directs the mvs, trendsetter of the group, loves dark and creepy concepts, such a bully (watch out for her ig), crazy at acrobatics, definitely a nightcore fan...

(KITANA OR @FLAWTANA) sub-rapper and the youngest of the group, mortal combat fanatic (+ the reason why her stage name is kitana), really good at dancing, majority of the time she listens to video game osts, drinks water with like 12 ice cubes, owner to millions of hoodies and sweatshirts, loves hiphop to death, occasional listener to rap + r&b.

THE LOVE ALBUM ♥︎ PREV | NEXT

notes. art cred goes to tamori_www on twt i think?? these characters were made in a span of minutes, but they're like... the members... so important!! vivid bad squad's next!!

notes pt.2. do i wanna damage my mental being and watch jjk or nah⁉️‼️‼️‼️

taglist. @starry-sky-melody @akitofixated @akitosheart @akitokisser @mizu-nights @kitorin @luhvashh @miya-akane @lunavixia @aki-pancake @layviyu

synopsis. music is life; music can be either contain the most depressing feeling that you've ever felt in a long time or the most heart-warming thoughts to think about. akito, a member of internationally known vivid BAD SQUAD, is a big sucker for music and when the hit korean-japanese group CUPiDZ suddenly pop in akito's head, he couldn't help but wonder that one of the members look like his childhood crush.

PROD. CATELISMO; any actions of plagiarism, distribution and tracing any of my works is strictly prohibited.

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mega-punani · 1 year

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URAHHHHHHH Y/N AND THE BOISSSS:

A headcannon

(Also, cannaw draw again for some reason 😔)

Sans:

Napping is #1. He loves scooping you up and laying you on top of him. He'll do this on a hammock, bed, the floor, anywhere that he can get a good snooze in with you.

Mtfk will melt at the sight of you putting on his hat. It doesn't matter what context, just you with his hat fills him with butterflies. He just can't get enough.

He really likes hugging you. It grounds him and makes him feel like everything will be okay. It's even better if you hug him back. Maybe a lil kiss too~

Papyrus:

Will compliment you like crazy but gets extremely flustered when you do the same.

When you want to get up the crows nest, he carries you and acrobats his way up instead of grabbing the ladder. He likes it when you hang on to him or stuff your face into his shoulder.

Mans will kiss your hand like the gentleman he is and sweep you off your feet. (Literally)

Blue:

When he's wants to train, he'll straight up pick you up and perch you on to his cannon and run around. Sometimes, you make motor noises, and he thinks that it's super cute.

Blue likes fishing with you. He likes to rant about stuff and listens when you do the same. He thinks it's cute when you make expressions.

Will combust if you call him strong and handsome.

Stretch:

Mans will sing you the sweetest love longs when you two are alone and will give you the biggest heart eyes if you sing along.

When he's whipped, he's whipped. Dude will literally jump into the ocean for you. You saving him is just a perk.

Even though he's a little emotionless sometimes, he will write you the cutest, most heartwarming poems and letters. He only gives you the best, though. He's got hundreds stashed away somewhere.

Red:

Red is straightforward. When he thinks you're cute, then you're cute, and he's gonna say it as much as he can.

He likes flexing his strength and will ask you to sit on his back or weights when he's working out.

He'll call you all sorts of pet names when you help him fix up the ship. Every time you pass him anything, he'll give you a lovestruck grin.

Edge:

When you nag him, he thinks it's super sweet. He nags when he's taking care of the crew, so when you fuss over him, he feels loved.

Keeps an eye on you the most, even if you don't cause a lot of trouble. He's just worried... not that he'll tell you that anytime soon.

He loves staying up late with you. Sometimes, you fall asleep and lean up against him. He refuses to move because it would disturb you. This is also the only time he doesn't yell at anyone.

Razz:

Razz will shower you with beautiful clothes and jewelry. Sometimes, he waits for you to start the day first so he can pick a matching outfit. And then he'll act like it's some crazy coincidence.

It gets super sunny when you talk with him. Rainbows, soft breeze, fluffy clouds, the whole shebang. If you manage to say something that makes him really happy the clouds above you will look a lil to much like hearts.

When he blushes, he throws his hat in your face so you can't see his shame.

Cash:

Will steal things part of your morning/night routine (hairbrush/toothbrush/bonnet) just so you can visit him when you wake up and go to sleep. And he also thinks you're angry face is the cutest.

The MOMENT you lay your eyes on something in a town or city, it's yours. That funky top in the store window? Yours. That old ass book? You got it. That kid's balloon? He didn't need it anyway.

You make sure to grab him when you go into a populated area to keep him from taking someone's wallet. He can still most definitely steal.

Bear:

Mans will hunt you down so he can give you the first taste of a new recipe or a tasty snack, much to the complaints of the crew. He always finds you, and if your in the restroom he'll wait outside of it and scare the shit out of you.

You're the only one who he doesn't get mad at. You can literally break in his fridge in the middle of the night, and he won't even raise a hand. Instead, he'll probably fix you a snack and tuck you into bed. (You already know Red, Cash, and Blue use you as a shield for his wrath.)

When you're concentrating on something super hard, he'll feed you bites of your meal. He thinks it's cute that you don't even realize you're being fed. He also likes feeding you mid convo and watching you get slowly frustrated. He thinks it's funny.

Cinnamon:

If you thought Stretch was a simp, Cinnamon is a whole nother level. Cinnamon will literally pause mid battle just to run over to you to share a kiss.

Will do funny little dances with you to get you to cheer up or laugh. If he's feeling down, you need to simply pat his head once, and that man is already jumping around.

When his teeth pain is especially bad, he'll cuddle with you. He says he already feels better, but it's obviously a lie. If you get him some painkillers and tea, he'll cry in your arms about how you're the best thing that happened to him. You both spend the rest of the day comfortably mushed together, reading or talking.

#pirate au

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fnafwritings · 5 months

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Okay that’s it time for some headcanons to get these blorbos under control, and also bc it might help with writing them in the future:

Sun

Sun is the featured personality when the ambient light around him is over a certain threshold for at least a few seconds. He is very aware of Moon, and while management often categorizes them as one animatronic, most employees and customers instead refer to them as two distinct characters. Sun also shares a memory with Moon, though he describes it less as being out of control of his body and more like watching a summary of events when he eventually takes control back, sometimes forcibly.

Though Sun adores kids, he can and does get severely anxious and overstimulated by them; this happens rarely, though multiple animatronic software engineers have yet to find a reason why—if he’s programmed to be a caretaker, how can he get overwhelmed by his primary duty? Regardless, Sun is often able to get through a full day of glitter glue and screaming by retreating to his room above the daycare, or if he’s particularly desperate he will try to let Moon take control, though this is even rarer still.

Sun is extremely expressive and bouncy, and several people have joked that if he was tied to a chair then he wouldn’t be able to talk at all; he makes large gestures with his hands almost constantly, though nobody is certain if that’s simply a happy accident of his childcare programming or if he’s just like that—the kids love him regardless. He’ll often jump about or the sunray spines on his head will spin about when he’s excited about something. Because of this, Sun is an atrocious liar (not that he likes lying in the first place)

Both Sun and Moon are incredibly flexible and acrobatic, but Sun does his best to keep any ‘unnatural’ motion or twisting around to a minimum—it frightens the children, or so he has decided, so most of his body language is relatively natural.

Moon

Similar to Sun, Moon is given control over their body when the ambient light is very low for at least several seconds, though the shift can sometimes take up to a full minute. Single points of light—such as a flashlight—does not inherently make him change back into Sun. It is painful however, as his eyes are carefully attuned to seeing in the darkness when he is physically switched over, perhaps even having a form of heat-sensitive vision that his maintenance workers have alluded to a few times.

In very rare circumstances Moon can be out when the space around him is fully lit; this however requires Sun to willingly allow him control and for Moon to focus very hard on not letting his body automatically shift back. This has only occurred on one occasion and is considered a bug in their system.

While often characterized as ‘evil’ or ‘mean’, Moon genuinely cares for his wards and for Sun as well—he is simply less bright and outspoken than his sunny counterpart. He loves to play jokes and cause various sorts of trouble that rarely bring harm to anyone. His most favorite activity is chasing the children around the daycare like a monster, but recent complaints by parents have restricted the time that the daycare isn’t lit during business hours. (The kids themselves love him though, several calling him endearing nicknames despite Moon’s grumbling)

Hilariously, Moon is incredibly good with neurodivergent children. Whether this is a purposeful part of his subroutines or not is anyone’s guess, but he does know when to draw a line with his shenanigans and is often a huge comfort to kids who are overstimulated, overwhelmed or needing comfort some someone who isn’t as high-energy as Sun is.

Moon, just like Sun, has the flexibility to contort his animatronic body into very unnatural angles, and he often uses this to his delight when scaring the kids (or the daycare employees on occasion). He is quite fond of scaling the jungle gyms like a spider, and is more than capable of twisting his body through openings that seem way too small for a seven-odd foot tall animatronic like himself.

Eclipse

Technically, Eclipse is not normally supposed to be encountered in day-to-day activities. He is first and foremost a subsystem safe mode, either in times of extreme danger towards himself or his wards in the daycare, or if he is suffering a system meltdown in some way and needs to do a hard reboot to fix it. He is so internalized in fact that Sun and Moon aren’t even aware that he is part of them—maybe deep down they can guess that there’s something else between their two personality matrices, but they wouldn’t be able to say much for sure.

On the flip side, Eclipse is aware of Sun and Moon’s presence, but he doesn’t share their memories or knowledge outside what is strictly allowed in his coding.

Since he is a designated safe mode and the combination of Sun and Moon’s code playing out in tandem, Eclipse is very sweet and soft-spoken; this is reportedly to help with keeping those around him calm, namely the children that would be nearby in the case of a crisis. But do not for a moment mistake that gentle demeanor as weakness—if he registers a threat within a certain range, he can and will remove it by any means necessary.

Any. Means. Necessary. There is a reason why most employees consider the daycare to be one of the safest places within the Pizzaplex, though management won’t comment either way in order to avoid misunderstood fear from parents that use the childcare service.

When in Eclipse mode, light and darkness don’t really have an effect on him, though he has described that there is a slight internal shifting within his chassis that is vaguely uncomfortable, though he doesn’t quite know why.

#fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #sun headcanon #moon headcanon #eclipse headcanon #fnaf eclipse #headcanon #sfw #sfw headcanon #dca headcanon #dca fandom #daycare attendant

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