#Again something I want to draw Law's reaction off.

[xraiyax]

So why do I believe its possible that modern au firefighter Luffy does a spicy photoshoot calendar without thinking about it as anything spicy at all.

And then he goes and gives that calendar he got with only photos of himself (for your special person *wink*) to the doctor in the hospital called Law who usually has the late shift like himself too and fixes him up when he got injured again, acting too recklessly?

#Ok the photographer is Iva #Again something I want to draw Law's reaction off. #Law just took a sip of coffee opening the present that was neutral from outside. #lawlu #lulaw #truffy #no it does not mean that Luffy has no clue of this stuff generally its just some things like he was just posing like being at work

[french-unknown]

Hiii!!!

Can you please write something about a reader who wants to get self-improved?

What I am trying to say is, the reader is kinda of lazy and all they do is sleep, eat, and read. Neglecting studies and being unproductive.

But they want to change. They tried so many times, but they became their previous self again after 2 or 3 days.

Can you please write something like Law, Shanks, Mihawk, and Ace to help them to become their best self?

Like you know motivational and inspiring thing...

I don't know if you can understand this. English is not my mother language. So it's so hard to explain. Sorry about that.

Thank you so much for writing.

With lots of love...❤️❤️❤️

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: law, shanks, mihawk, ace 𝐂/𝐖: fluff 𝐀/𝐍: Hi! Thank you very much for appreciating what I wrote and don't worry about your request, I understood. I hope you will like it and have a nice day! (｡◝‿◜｡) 𝐖/𝐂: 1.2k +

| m a s t e r l i s t |

𝐋𝐀𝐖

✧ You had been locked in your room for several weeks and you didn't want to come out. You didn't want to see people. You didn't want to listen to them. You didn't want to talk to them.

✧ You just wanted to spend your days alone in your blankets reading quietly with Law visiting in the evening to sleep.

✧ Everyone outside, even your friends, bored you: their conversations didn't interest you and their reactions annoyed you. Besides, you didn't see what you could talk to them about and, even when you tried, you were cut off. this invisibilization irritated you so much that you ended up not saying a word, plunging yourself even deeper into your boredom, and no longer coming.

✧ You had tried several times to come back to them but your interactions turned on you more and more until the arrival of the Straw Hats who had finished isolating you for good.

Their captain who shouted everywhere and ruined your peace. Their swordsman who turned on his heel in the middle of your sentence when you tried to talk to him. Or their navigator who had cut you off to call out to Shachi who was passing behind you with his winnings from his bets with the crew.

✧ You hadn't left your room since.

✧ Law didn't see your isolation in a good light so, given that you were only reading and your reading stock was dwindling, he mentioned the very well-stocked library of the Straw Hats. Innocently, of course.

✧ He arranged for the Straw Hats to start a party before you could get out. Not wanting to get stuck in the hubbub on your way back to your room, you decided to stay reading in the Sunny Library until the crowd dispersed. Law sent Robin to the library to read her book.

✧ You came home the next morning to talk to Law about the archaeologist who was nice and whose invitation you thought you would accept to meet up to read together. He just calmy replied: “Cool” even though he was very satisfied inside to see you regaining confidence in socialization.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

✧ You didn't have the motivation to do anything to advance your goals. You always pushed everything aside with an "I'll do it later" to continue reading until you found yourself in the evening and said to yourself "It's too late to start, I'll do it tomorrow".

✧ It was like this every day.

✧ One morning, Shanks came into your room humming after you went back. He approached you under your suspicious gaze and took your book from your hands before going to the window and casually throwing your book into the water over his shoulder.

You could have ripped him alive just for that.

✧ However, he took out an old crumpled sheet of paper from his pocket with a quill already inked on it and wrote your objective in large letters at the top of the page. Then he spent the rest of the morning with you on the bed figuring out all the steps to take before reaching your goal. He embellished the page with little drawings here and there to make it more “cool”.

✧ He called himself "the Emperor of the to-do list" throughout.

✧ The next day, you did one of the tasks on the list because it didn't take much time / effort and you could do it from your bed. You simply checked it off and, when Shanks came back in the evening, you showed him.

✧ Every time you checked a box, he showered you with a shower of congratulations as well as special drinking parties to celebrate your accomplishment.

✧ The whole crew also ended up getting involved and they all encouraged you in their own way.

𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊

✧ He was genuinely starting to worry about you: you didn't want to go out anymore and it had been weeks since you had seen the light of day.

No matter what he does, you always return to your bed after stocking up on food in the middle of the night in the castle kitchen. You stay all day under your covers. You would refuse his invitations every time he offered to accompany him outside the castle or during his missions outside Kuraigana. You always justified that you were more comfortable in your bed and that you didn't see the point in going out.

✧ He ironically thought that he was the one called a vampire.

✧ Finally, he got fed up. He waited for you in the kitchen during the night and started talking to you for a long time. You find his behavior quite strange but you keep talking, hoping that he will make fewer remarks to you later about the fact that you always stay locked in your bedroom.

However, when you opened the door to your room to finally snuggle into your soft pillows and blankets, you noticed that your bed was gone. Your bed was missing. You tried all the rooms in the castle but all the beds had disappeared. As well as all the pillows and blankets. There were none left in the entire castle.

✧ He then guided you towards Hitsugibune where his usual seat had been replaced by your blankets and pillows. You were shocked while he gave you the choice between staying on the island and sleeping on the cold stone floor or boarding with him and sleeping in comfortable bedding.

After toying with the idea of sleeping on the cold castle floor just to annoy him, you finally agree to go on his boat.

✧ After a few weeks of traveling, you realize that getting out of bed was the best solution because your days were no longer an endless blur. They no longer paraded at full speed without your having the slightest memory of them.

𝐀𝐂𝐄

✧ You wanted to start sport but you couldn't stay regular.

✧ You could tell yourself all the benefits it would give you (post-session well-being with endorphins, being more active in everyday life, more energy etc.) but you couldn't do it. Even motivational phrases like “the hardest part is to begin!” only made you feel even more depressed when you found yourself hopelessly in sportswear in your bed.

✧ You motivated yourself to do a week then you missed a session because you had aches. And another because you were tired. Then another one because you were lazy and, at rhis point, it wouldn't make a difference.

And you always ended up stopping.

✧ But Ace wanted to help you so he offered to accompany him on his next mission. You never refused to spend more time with him so you agreed.

✧ However, this trip as a couple was very different from the previous ones where you made all your trips at sea with his striker and those on land with the island's transport.

✧ This time, you did everything by yourself.

You paddled on the Grand Line while Ace helped you while telling you about his fights with Sea Kings. You hiked from one town to another while arguing with your idiot lover who had forgotten to take money for transportation. You climbed mountains hand in hand with him as you chatted happily.

✧ Finally, you got a taste for these privileged private moments with your boyfriend. They provided you with enough physical exercises to satisfy you without constraining you and you no longer felt the duty to do these sessions alone.

Congratulations, you found my 3rd Easter Egg Here a ʚ 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 ɞ as a token of my admiration

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @lys-ada @xomingyu @dozcan123 @kai-wifey

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #shanks #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #portgas d ace #ace x reader

[svtminghaolove]

Announcing the engagement - Hip hop unit (SVT)

Hellooo lovlies ~ Do you guys want to know something sick I just realized when I were going to make this post? International GF masterlist has reached over a 1000(!?) notes. That’s insane. Like wow. Thank you. Wow. yeah... Well, enjoy.

Triggers: Online hate

S.Coups: You guys waited until like 3 months before the wedding until announcing it to the public.

The two of you of course started with telling the members, since half of them were in the building as you said yes. To your surprise, the guys were very surprised by the announcement. Apparently Seungcheol had told no one except from his parents and yours. But even though the guys were surprised, it was a happy one. Everyone were so happy for the two of you, and excited for what's to come.

And his parents wee just happy for the two of you, your parents on the other hand were a bit worried about the potential back lash from social media but still very happy to get Seungcheol as a son-in-law. But to be honest, you were a bit worried about the reactions the two of you would get from the fans, even though you knew that most of Carats liked you together with Seungcheol.

And when you went to the office, the two of you had to stay and talk out the "strategy" of how to deal with the news. It was a long conversation that didn't really help with your nerves.

"You okay?", Seungcheol asked as he parked the car outside your apartment complex. You tilted your head in his direction and gave him a weak smile.

"Just nervous. You're the first one in the group to get married, I don't really know what reaction to expect from the fans", you said and he leaned over and took your hand in his.

"I think they will be happy. Most of them at least", you let out a dry laugh and shook your head. "Of course there is going to be some shock, but we've been together for three and a half year, and public for two and a half. Most of them probably realized where this was going, don't underestimate Carats", he smiled and you rolled your eyes but nodded.

"Yeah, alright. You're right."

"Like always", you snorted and shoved away his hand.

"Goodnight doofus", you laughed and opened the door. "I'll call you when I get home form school tomorrow."

"Yeah, love you"

"Love you too"

And three months later the announcement was made and Seungcheol's prediction had been terribly off. Withing minutes of the announcements you started to get so much hate. People were saying that you were ruining Seungcheol's life and career, that you weren't worthy to be his wife and so on. It got to a point where you couldn't even go to class without running into people who would hurl insults at you.

And Seungcheol was devastated by the reactions, he really not expected people to react this way and found that the only way to deal with this was by doing an official live addressing the "problems" regarding his engagement to you.

He sat completely quiet for the first ten minutes of the live, just staring at the comments rolling in.

"Carats…", he breathed out, trying to keep his tears in and his anger down. "I'm so disappointed and sad about the reactions to my engagement.", he sighed and leaned forward in the chair and put his head in his hands. He went quiet for a little while, collecting his emotions.

"You guys get to have your opinion, I took the decision to become an idol and therefore parts of my private life became public. And if this announcement has somehow made you guys disappointed with me, I'm… I am following my heart here and can't say that I'm sorry for doing so, but I do accept your disappointment.", he looked up again. "But I have to draw the line now. I can't accept the fact that y/n is getting hate sent to her daily. That the last couple of days someone has been sending her threatening text, comments and such. It's become so bad that she can't even go to school anymore.",  his breath was shaking as he breathed in and he pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"If you need to get upset, take it out on me. Y/n hasn't done anything wrong, she didn't choose to become a public figure like I did. I am the one who dragged her into the spotlight, the one who chose to love her, the one who proposed to her. Blame me.", he went quiet again and read the comments. "That's all I've got to say.", and he ended the live.

After his own announcement, the hate toned down quite a lot. Some of the fans even started to speak up for you, saying that they were happy that Seungcheol was marrying someone who made him as happy as you did.

Wonwoo: The fact that the two of you had gotten engaged was a surprise to literary no one. Everyone knew that you were it for him, his family knew, your family knew, the members knew and even the fans knew that if Wonwoo was going to get married, it was going to be with you.

That also meant that it was no hurry for the two of you to announce it yet. Of course the two of you called you families, both part who was really happy for the two of you (but like said, not really surprised). Then you and Wonwoo decided to just take it easy for a couple of days, since you had the chance anyhow. You guys spent a lot of time at home just talking and dreaming about the future; When and where should the wedding be? Should it be traditional Korean or a westernized wedding? How many should you invite? Where should the honeymoon be?

The two of you got pretty caught up in your own heads, so much that Wonwoo completely forgot to inform the members about the fact that you had said yes. He had told them before the weekend that he was going to propose and by the end of the weekend the group chat were going crazy. Unluckily for the guys Wonwoo had tuned off his notifications, and the guys didn't want to call incase they would interrupt something.

So when the next practice day came he was basically ambushed by twelve curious men asking: "DID SHE SAY YES!?".

"Oh, right I forgot to text you guys, didn't I?", Wonwoo laughed softly. "Yeah, she said yes.", and cheers erupted from the guys. He was hugged, congratulated and patted on the back. And then he had to go through how he did it, Hoshi and Jeonghan wanted and reenactment but Wonwoo settled with just telling them.

You guys decided to hold on from telling Carats and the public for a few weeks as well but when then you guys announced it by posting a picture of him holding your bejeweled hand and the caption:

'Thank you for coming into my life and deciding to stay in it.

I hope Carats are as happy as we are about this

Thank you so much for everything <3'

Mingyu: Everyone close to the two of you basically already knew, I mean: DK and Hoshi were helping out getting the house ready. And Mingyu couldn't keep his mouth shut, he had talked to everyone and discussed how to get the most romantic proposal with all the members.

So since everyone had known that today was the day, it wasn't actually the two of you who spread the news that you had said yes: it was DK and Hoshi. After congratulating the two of you (and asking if it was okay to tell people) they left the two of you alone and updated the other guys on what had happened. You and Mingyu on the other hand just enjoyed each other and the first evening the two of you had been off work in a long while.

When the daybreak came your phones were filled with congratulations and a text from his manager just telling Mingyu to just say when. Both of you knew that it wouldn't be possible to keep this quiet (Because Mingyu would snitch on the two of you) for long and therefore it only took a few days before the announcement was made.

Out of all the members engagement announcements, this was probably the one who broke the most hearts. The internet got filled with teenage girls crying their hearts out in the comment sections of his Instagram, willowing in the despair of the fact that: "Mingyu won't marry meeeeeee" </3".

To be honest, the two of you just thought it was kind of cute how the fans was reaction and Mingyu just posted a picture of him pouting with the caption:

'Sorry Carat, she stole my heart before I even knew it </3'

Which… let's just say that it didn't exactly calm down the situation. (But ofc that attention-seeker loved it)

Vernon: Yeah, no the two of you didn't really do an announcement to be honest. You guys just calmly brought it up in conversations when you met the people, and everyone was excited for you, no one were really surprised but it didn't make them any less happy. But it was actually an accident found out by the fan that made the whole thing public.

The two of you had not necessarily been keeping it a secret but you hadn't really felt the need to post it on social media, but it happened when the two of you were away on a weekend trip. You had been taking pictures and videos, and had of course been posting online. By this point you'd gotten so used to the weight of the ring on your finger that both you and Vernon just forgot about it when you posted a picture of the two of you. It was a sweet picture where you were squishing Vernon's face with your hand and basically showing off your ring for the world to see.

It only took about… five minutes before the rumor were all over the internet "SEVENTEEN's Vernon engaged with long-term girlfriend, the runway model y/n"

After a quick call with PLEDIS they posted an announcement confirming the rumors, and you and Vernon posted a short explanation online. The reactions weren't that big, people was happy for you and writing that you two would have beautiful babies. You didn't really pay that much attention to what the public was saying because, let's be honest: you knew that mostly people were just teasing Vernon and getting ready to make wedding memes.

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[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Hii, I'm back. First off, I'm sorry about the request I send yesterday, I think? I didn't see the 'angst' under the 'don't do' 😭 🙇‍♀️but I'm back with a rant (I should pay you rent for staying in your asks this much- I can pay it with kaldo drawings 😭)

I recently checked the sons' ages and well- Doom, Fanim, Epidem and Delisaster were born with only 1 year of difference (also, the whole family was born of 11th of something- Innocent zero was a weird guy. He even shares birthday with Mash lol) and knowing that a pregnancy lasts 9 months there would be 4 months of non-pregnancy state with each of the 4 first sons (I calculated it- I needed to know if it was actually possible to pop out 4 kids in 4 years like that). Yes, they literally were born Doom-January, Fanim-February, Epidem-March and Delisaster-April (Domina was born in May, but Mash wanted to be different and was born in November 😭). There is a problem, Mash and Domina were born the same year, less than 9 months in between their birthdays. To which I can only find the excuses that, again, Mash wanted to be different and decided that he would be born premature lol (or they just speed up his birth, if mother was getting ill or her health was going down). Also, I checked how much each kid weights and I'm pretty sure Innocent zero starved them- BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN DOOM (who's 2 meters tall) WEIGHT ONLY 88KG??? THAT MF IS HUGE😭 My older brother (who's 25, 5 years younger than Doom, apparently) is like 1,80m and he weights 110kg😭 Domina (who's 1,76,i think) weights 68kg (that's around my weight, I'm 1,65± and 15 y/o). So, knowing that information I want to add that after mother fell into a coma, Innocent zero had more power over the sons so he starved them (bc before it was impossible. If they told mother that they wanted to eat, or even if they didn't, she gave them food and made sure they ate at least 3 times a day. Since she suffered a lot from starvation herself and almost every family member (all of her three brothers and her mom) died due to starvation), and it would also explain why tf Delisaster has such a thin waist.

It's also possible that, instead of her bearing the children in her womb, they just decided to mix their DNAs in an incubator of some sort. Innocent zero would say something that it wasn't necessary for her to bear them and that it wouldn't benefit neither of them, since he doesn't want for a strong ally to be unable to work for over 9 months and he read that it pregnancy can affect her health (again, that means that his ally will be weaker than before (imagine his reaction when she randomly falls into a coma after mash's 'birth'- and doesn't wake up for a long time). And mother would also prefer it by just mixing the DNAs (✨trauma✨, and probably not liking physical touch?). I'm also sure that after some time, Innocent zero would put some spell on mother just to keep her in the coma (let's say her necklaces worked only around itself and since it didn't cause any actual damage they weren't activated) so that he can manipulate the sons more. I also imagine them visiting her, maybe on their own birthdays or her birthday or just randomly showing up to check on her idk.

I also imagine that when Innocent zero is defeated by Mash and mother wakes up and gets context of everything that happened during her 'absence' (she really didn't care if the realm was destroyed since they didn't care about neither her or those similar to her), she would be mad with both Wahlberg and the divine visionaries (even though she didn't like the realm, she had some respect for Wahlberg when they were young bc he had good ambitions and she expected for him to at least try to make them reality) bc "what do you mean after 100 years the law against lackmagic is the fucking same and nothing changed? And then you dump it all onto a 15 y/o boy? Wtf" She would 100% slap Wahlberg in his face (and it's a good one, after all the sons didn't get the physical abilities from their father lol) and say that if they don't change things soon, she won't hesitate to start a revolution. I also don't know how would Mash react to his biological mother appearing out of nowhere. They would probably have a talk, at least and she would say that she won't interfere in his life unless he wants to and that he should contact Domina if he wants to talk with her or needs something from her, since she doesn't have a phone bc she was in a coma.

Also, after Innocent zero is defeated, I'm sure that the castle doesn't fall down, so as she wakes up she goes through it and sees all of her sons (or their remains) dead (Except Doom, since he did live after the battle with Mash) and she doesn't know the cause of it yet, but when she sees the 'arrows' that attacked Domina she would get the puzzle together that Innocent zero have killed at least one of her sons (she couldn't care less about the realm, but won't hesitate to hurt someone tenfold if they hurt her sons in the slightest), he would have had hurried to hunt that mf down, but tending to Doom's injuries is more of a priority at that time.

Anyway, I'm really sorry for that request, it was my bad. I would send a kaldo drawing as an apology, but I can't send photos when asking as anon🙇‍♀️ have a good time

-🎨anon

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(original ask:)

A/n: dear anon you sure are discovering a whole lot oh my goodness- now that you explain the entire thing I’m like o_o I’m literally confused about the logic (but anime/manga logic am I right?-) so I’m not sure what to do about this, would you still want the ask?

#mashle x reader #mashle magic and muscles #mashle magic and muscles x reader

[owlight]

My silly little Request: headcannons of Smoker, Law, Crocodile, and Doflamingo (separate) reactions to finding out that their artist S/O had been secretly drawing each other having... intercourse together.

P.S. hope you’re having a good day/ night. I’m sorry if I worded that weirdly 🥲.

Thank u ! I think u worded it pretty nicely! Thank you for requesting,I hope you are having a good day/night yourself cuz m sure not ❤️‍🔥💀, I added kid hope u don't mind 🫶🥺 Doflamingo is my enemy but it doesn't mean I wouldn't hold his hand 🫶🙏🧎I love to hate him

Warnings: suggestive themes

Smoker,law,Corcodile, Doflamingo,Law,Eustass Kid reactions to finding erotic drawings of them drawn by Thier Artist s/o

Smoker

He Was always respecting of your sketchbooks , always ,you will never catch him snooping around your side of the room

But there's this time you made the mistake of Leaving your sketchbook in his office on his desk , leaving to bring him some coffee like the good partner you're

And he was giving his eyes a break from all the paperwork,he looked around the room finding himself alone and remembering you will be back soon,maybe he will take his lunch break and you could both eat lunch together- oh you left your sketchbook?

Sure you wouldn't mind if your lover looked at it right? You always share your art with him anyway and he Adore your art! He even have one of your painting hanged in his office and he can't help but be curious about what you're sketching,it might be your next painting for all what he know

Smoker open the sketchbook with a smile on his face that's quickly washed off the moment his eyes are met with a whole drawing of him and you in a rather.... something He is sure you both haven't done yet,he know he should stop looking but he is weak and he keep flipping through the pages with a hand covering his mouth "how many more pages there's of us fucking??" He asks himself as he flip through more,Smoke come out from his head as he flip to a rather deatiled page "god." He groan as he keep the sketchbook close to his face to pay attention to the fine deatils ,you drew his dick so well-

" I got you your coffee darlin-oh no" you enter with a smile that washes off quickly as you look at smoker looking at the sketchbook with a red face,that red face is now looking at you" I can explain" you tell him ,he put the sketchbook on the desk" go ahead "he tell you with a rather red face" I was horny and I like drawing us " you tell him with little no shame ,smoker facepalm his face "You're going to drive me crazy (y/n),You can't just draw these Things!" You put the coffee on his desk as you sit on the edge of his desk ,you point a finger at him

"If you want me to stop you will have to fuck me"

" (y/n)!"

Will scold you for drawing such a thing in a sketchbook where anyone can see it ,Yet you remind him ,no one really dares to, expect him

Will Be flustered about it and won't mention it again ever ever

Did take his favorite one and he keep it safe with him to look at when he have to be away from you

Will not admit that he find them very..neat ,Might even go so far to say He likes them alot

But you will not catch him saying that outloud , would rather be water borded over admitting that outloud because he feel like a pervert for liking these drawings that much

Secretly a pervert ngl

Crocodile

Secretly? Keeping A secret from this man? You know the moment you start acting suspicious with Keeping your sketchbooks off his sight, his ass is not vibing

It's always that one Green sketchbook, always with you,yet he never seen you showing him any drawing,you always hide it when he even glance it's way

His brain goes to the worst possiblity,you must be planning on betraying him,are you writing his vulnerable moments ?his secrets?

He goes to the room that he gifted you to be your Art room and he is so bitter,he did all this, worshipped you,gifted you stuff,he loved you god damn it! How dare you..!

You are not in the room, you're somewhere out ,he sent you shopping so he can search the room,he want to storm the room,yet he find the painting you're working on ,a painting of both of you together and he grit his teeth

He looks at the desk ,And behold it's that damn sketchbook!,he walk to it with furry , opening it with even more furry,he expect to see his routine written out,his secrets ,but anger goes down the drain the moment his eyes register what he is looking at

" what the hell? " he mumble as his cigar fall off his mouth from the shock,He is met with a rather very detailed HD 4K drawing of him and you going cowgirl reverse,His cheeks only slightly darken as he flip through the pages and see that There's nothing but straight up erotica art of both of you,some even look familiar to him ,other look so much different than what you both do "since when they are into begin tied down like this..." He mumble to himself as by now he is sitting by the desk flipping through the sketchbook like it's some casual Reading session for him

he seem to be more shameful of the fact he thought you were going to betray him than anything tbh

Will not let you know that he found out what you're drawing in that sketchbook,he is not going to mention it ,nope

He will keep it a secret that he knew , only because he doesn't want to explain how he found it ,he have too much pride to admit he was wrong

Will Fuck you against his desk cuz he never done that but your drawing really inspired him <3

Exactly 6 months and 12 days later ,he will tell you that he want to look at your sketchbook for new ideas for the bedroom without telling you how he figured it out ,you were horrified for sure ,top 5 jumpscare of your life

He Secretly want to have an erotic painting of both of you in his bedroom,will not admit it or tell you about that ,but he think about that often whenever he look at your other family friendly paintings

Doflamingo

He knew something fishy was going with you and that Pink sketchbook that you keep at arm length from him at all time but never pressed the matter since he is pretty sure it's nothing important to him or anything because you draw some weird shit sometimes and he expected it's that tbh

That's till one time he was going to grab it and you Deadass Grabbed it from HIS hand and told him he can't look at it ,HIM you told HIM he can't do something? Like that made him Petty af ,who tf you think you're to tell him not to do something?

You're his beloved partner,love of his life that's who

He won't press it any further in that moment,will act all understanding and sweet and he is such a perfect man fr kind of attitude<3

Then at 3 am as you're fast asleep ,he moves off the bed in silent,walking to the desk where you keep your sketchbooks hidden,he isn't so quite as he grab the forbidden sketchbook and open it ,he is smug at how easy it was to find it really!

But that smug face is slowly replaced by a rather slightly frustrated face as he see what's inside the sketchbook

He take his glasses off as to make sure what he is seeing is actually what he is seeing " .....huh" he mumble out as he stare at the very naked drawing of himself and you ,it look lewd ,it look so... interesting? "Eh who knew you were into drawing these things ?" He ask lowly as he looks back at your sleeping form" I knew you were a Prevert but this a whole new level " he mumble to himself as he talks about you,he flip through the pages and admire the very neat drawings of him fucking you,he isn't sure if it's quite accurate,he think he is bigger than that for sure

" hey (y/n) " Doflamingo poke your cheek as you sleep,you slowly open your eyes to look at him "what's it love?" You ask as you look at him holding your sketchbook ,oh no, Doflamingo point at the lewd drawing of you sitting on his lap with his dixk out full view "it doesn't look as accurate here,I think you should fix it" he tells you, oh no you think as you hear him criticize your art this early in the morning

Yes this mf will criticize you for drawing his dick wrong ,no cap , He is very picky and prideful and he will not stand at this slander

Tbh knowing this had inflated his ego 100% ,he will not stop teasing you about it till the end of time

Will 100% ask if you want to get a painting of both of you nude together, to hang it in your bedroom

Will keep that sketchbook for himself,You will have to start a new one and keep it a secret cuz he want to start a collection of your art of both of you

Will request you to draw a story of both of you with his kinks involved ,Please he will let you wear his feathers coat 🥺

As a whole he is a menace to society and dating him taught you to never be caught slacking fr

Law

He didn't mean to find it ,He really didn't mean to ,you just have similar notebooks and sketchbooks and this mixed up was meant to happen someday

It was just very unfortunate it happened after you both were separated as law went to join the strawhats and you stayed behind with the crew

Law of course took his important notebooks and without realizing took your small sketchbook that you usually keep away from everyone

Law never questioned it , you're a Artist and you have the freedom to draw whatever you want Truly

But he probably didn't think it was This kind of things

Law was sitting in the room that the strawhats gave him,he was writing down in his journal without much mind till he wanted to use a reference out of his medical sketchbook,he grab a sketchbook that look way too familiar,he realize he mixed up his sketchbook with yours and sighs "I should have checked before taking them... hopefully (y/n) doesn't need to use this for now" He mumble to himself ,for a moment he was going to put it back before he tell himself,hey why not look at the drawings! He misses you after all and your art always cheered him up ,and begin with the strawhats really making him more grumpy by the second

" oh-yeah that's-is that me? " He blur out as he stares at the drawing of law and you kissing with what seem a collar around your neck and you're riding him-"yeah no" his face darken as he close the sketchbook ,he look around as there could be someone watching him look at this " (y/n)... you're....god I don't even know what I will do to you when I get my hands on you" he mumble to himself as he reopen the sketchbook with little shame "I do miss you..." He mumble to himself,you sure won't mind..if he used this for personal reasons..."YO LAW WANT TO JOIN US IN DINNER?" Luffy voice break into the room causing law to close the sketchbook fast " Learn to knock damn it!" He yells at Luffy who is 100% unbothered ,sighs he ain't gonna ever be able to look at it throughly here

He is secretly a Prevert in my humble opinion so he did find this very informative and enjoyable to look through in his lonely nights till you guys could meet again

He Did hand it to you when you both met again with a little grin ,you understood before he said anything, Goodbye your dignity-" let's get to my room,I want to give you more inspiration beloved" he whispers to your ear ,you nod at him with a red face , You are winning fr

He do come around to ask you to draw something specific actually,he will commission you if he have to ,he just think your art style is very neat and he like an ego boost cuz you draw him so well

Do not show him your newer work ,he will get all horny about it as he criticize you,will make you sit in his lap and go through the new sketchbook together while his hand run up and down your thigh

He a lil Prevert but you love him so it's okay

Kid

He did mean to find it ,He was trying to find it , Because he was 100% sure you are drawing something that you didn't want him to see

since he know Killer found your sketchbook that you Lost and He haven't been the same ever since ,he won't tell him what did he see in that sketchbook and killer been very frustrated whenever kid ask him about it

And he personally took this as a challenge to find what it is ,since you won't tell him,You won't show him and He is so pissed off ,like he is your captain! Just show him god damn it! He want to see what's the big deal behind that sketchbook

It was an eventful night ,he was awake past midnight working in his workshop when he decided it's time to go to sleep ,he get the bedroom he share with you with a tired look,he looks around the room out the habit and BOOM ,his eyes are locked with a Black sketchbook that HE is sure it's the one you're hiding from him,it's on the desk ,you must have forgotten about it

He walks to it with a a wide grin like he won the lottery,he open it prepared to the worst hideous sketches of himself perhaps but he is slightly caught off guard of a drawing of him between your legs looking WAY too realistic

" .........Eeh y-yeah" he let a rather frustrated small noise as he flip through the sketchbook and he is met with some of the most graphic HD 4K art of himself and you doing everything possible, There's things you've never actually done together (yet) and he doesn't even notice the growing heat on his face as he sit on the desk and look through the pages,he can't believe you would do something-actually he can believe it

you were always a bit too creative in your art,it sure won't stop to this,he can't believe that he didn't figured out it was just sex drawings! Heh killer must been frustrated from seeing them since they look so realistic,he think that's the reason as he flip the last few pages and his jaw at the floor as he see something that definitely didn't happen (yet) a few pages of killer and Kid going absolutely ham on you ,Kid closes the sketchbook with a groan,now he is confused,proud, turned on ,Have few new point of view of killer,and it's all your fault "Hey pipesqueak! Wake up,I need you to ride me-"

He didn't actually bring up the fact that he saw what's in the sketchbook to you ,but He did keep it in his mind like good soup

He will now preform even more seductively in bed in hope you draw him looking badass and all that ngl ,he will start snooping around your sketchbooks after every wild sexual interaction with you to see if you were inspired by it or not

Will hint that he know about it but won't outright tell you,it give you anxiety everytime he hint at it ,till you end up confessing about it ,He pretend like he don't care ,It's only because he already seen them all secretly

One night on your birthday you walk into your bedroom with killer and Kid sitting on the bed and kid holding the sketchbook with that one page open

" I was hoping we make this drawing a reality" kid tell you with a smirk "how about you show killer how good you're babe?" Killer is wearing a mask but he is clearly into this as he pat his lap for you to come and sit on it

Let's say the reality was better than the drawing for this one for sure

And this how you three all started dating after years of sexual tension between the two of you and killer

#one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #Smoker x reader #one piece smoker #doflamingo x reader #Crocodile x reader #one piece Corcodile #one piece doflamingo #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #killer x reader #hinted at in the end #one piece fanfiction #owl write

[mbslost]

hi. yes i came back for another yapping session, ironic.

i would like to express some of my feelings towards... some interesting things.

1. The Strade nazi drawing

i talked about his before, i am aware, but later (while reading other opinions as well) i got reminded about EP (Electricpuke for those who dont know him). did we all forgot HOW MANY nazi drawings he made? dont you believe that's an influence as well? if i remember correctly, Gato cut ties with him because of his abusive behaviour (there arent many people talking about this but some user are aware about his actions. sadly i wasnt in the community when that happened)

literally there are people calling Gato a nazi when she doesn't support the ideology. why did no one act the same with EP? different standards? the fact he left (probably) for good? still its not an excuse to call Gato a nazi. also she apologised multiple times. again MULTIPLE TIMES. even in the callout post in twt you can see the fact she IS sorry for drawing that. that she REGRETS it

edit: kay found a ss on tt from the user @/gorturic where Gato said this as well

again, she doesn't support any nazi shit :/

2. The way others silence opinions that they dont like

im not saying you should be forced to agree with it, but when you make a callout account, normally, you let multiple people say their opinions over that thing. you can even show proof when you see someone is wrong. thats how argument work, crazy ik.

i start to see that if you defend Gato or just leave the community because the fandom its on thin ice, you'll be harassed and bullied for your choices. first of all, HOW ABOUT WE LEAVE PEOPLE THAT DONT WANT TO ASSOCIATE WITH BTD/TPOF ANYMORE ALONE. good? literally saw multiple users being harassed by this. its THEIR decision, suck it up. also can we stop SENDING DEATH THREATS???

or the fact that if you do have a point, they'll immediately cancel it with the "oh but its not important". it can be if you have some proofs for their misinformation (just like i proved the variety of poc characters Gato CREATED. didnt talk about Ren since he's another story)

3. Lack of proof for the side allegations.

if people noticed mods harassing people sm, why didnt they talk? why arent there ss of their conversations? we dont even know (most of us) what they even commented about (aside of Pussyspieler drawing). or the twt user that was wronged. that situation was like.. kind of a "im more autistic so you should shut up" (i have to add that i asked people on the spectrum about this and that was their point of view) of course the mod shouldn't have said it like that but.. its more of a misunderstanding really.. that doesnt mean you cant be upset. you absolutely can. everyone can react differently so dont harass them for feeling down or for being frustrated.

also the spanish (or mexican idk) users that just copied and translated @/renhanasgf posts with little to no new information. just the same thing. (although they said something of Gato not sending merch to latin America. probably because of the laws back then or the fact that the transport fee would be high af. im still searching for the reason tho so ill need some time for that one).

4. This fandom is messed up

people when fans of horror porn games are problematic 🤯. i agree that some people are being like extreme with their reactions, but no one is perfect here. just like i approached the situation completely wrong, they did the same. of course, now if you go around and be a racist piece of shit, you shoudl just stay off the internet for a while. luckily more approach the "like the art not the artist" thing.

look. you can always block users that you dont like (just like i do to those who are either into csam,thanks for telling me ab this term anon!, or incest). i know. shocking that people can block others.

after all these fandoms are not for the weak. there may be some safe spaces in it as well but... lets be real... its still going to be problematic. if you cant handle the community or how others act around here, then id suggest for you to not have a close interaction with others. like uhm, just, appreciate the content, not every person around here. just be aware of the users, stau safe okay?

5. Will i stop yapping?

not until i will see an agreement in the fandom. Gato is a human, of course she will do mistakes. especially if she's anxious or tired. having hundreds of people around you its hard and i can imagine it. having supoortive people only to wake up with people hating you. i hope she's safe and that she wont have to go to the hospital again. i pray for her well being, and to others that got spammed with those disgusting comments.

im not saying we should forget about this like.. her poor management and emotional way of responding to things, but is it truly worth it? to force a person to apologise just because they tried to fix things?

i also dont think ill stop because i just feel like im the only one that does talk here (trying to even prove wrong on some things). if others do it as well, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME I WANNA SEE THEM😭 also because most people are still so confused about EVERYTHING. for some reason this drama its only getting more popular on tt for some reason.. which is a big no no since there are a lot of YOUNG people. i believe this should be talked here, and on twitter. (idk what to say about telegram)

ill stop here since my sickness got me. i will edit it later to add or correct myself but *sighs*

please stay safe and try to view more opinions over this. DONT SPAM OR HARASS ANYONE WHO ONLY WANTED TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS. we'll see on Sunday how things will turn out.

(if i missed something out or said something wrong please correct me)

#gatobob #btd #boyfriend to death #tinr #btd2 #i also got tired of this or the multiple hateful messages that i had to delete since there were full of kys #untill then we'll see. i also wish to take a break because i got ill and this axiety aint helping much #whatever happens i wish Gatobob will be safe and will come back without any more backlash. #i do realise that me talking too much wont help either but.. i cant help it. the voices are winning

[arpmemething2]

Loony Tunes Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction.  Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

“It’s supply and demand! They supply the ghost, and I demand the money!”

“And remember, 'mud' spelled backwards is 'dum'.”

"Go ahead! I’d love to see the audience boo you off the stage!”

“Consider yourself as lucky because you are getting another chance from me to draw a gun.”

“Go on! Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers and gunpowder and cordite!”

“Jumpin' without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain't it?”

“Don’t think it hasn’t been a little slice of heaven…’cause it hasn’t!”

“I do so enjoy observing the flora and fauna of that tiny planet.”

“I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!”

“You know, sometimes me conscience bothers me… but not this time.”

“It just goes to show ya that a one-eyed jack rabbit can beat a king.”

“I didn’t say I would be nice. I said I would try. It was too hard.”

"He’s about as sharp as a bowling ball."

"What's up doc?"

“Oh dear, now I shall suppose I have to use force.”

“Help me, please. I’m too moist and tender to retire.”

“Okay Okay I'm shuttin' up. Why should I continue to keep yappin' when I'm told to shut up. I'm not the kind that don't know when to stop.”

“Ho! Ha-ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!”

“I wonder what the poor bunnies are doing this season?”

“Don’t take life too seriously. You’ll never get out alive!”

"What a perfect time for me to go on a diet."

“When I say whoa, I mean whoa!”

“Brace yourself for immediate disintegration.”

“I don't want to be grown up anymore.”

"You wasted a wish! I wish that burrito was stuck on your big dumb nose!"

“Carrots are devine… You get a dozen for a dime, It’s maaaa-gic!”

“The way I run this thing you'd think I knew something about it.”

"Sssshh... Be vewwy quiet.  I'm hunting wabbit!"

"Champagne nights, tropical music and a heavy bank account!"

"Thufferin' thuccotash!"

“I’m in my own little word. But it’s okay, they know me here.”

"You rack'n frack'n varmint!"

“Oh, drat these computers. They’re so naughty and so complex. I could pinch them.”

"Well, it's 5 o'clock somewhere."

“Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricaseeing rabbit without a fricaseeing rabbit license?”

“Wait! I haven’t tried toadying, kowtowing and butt-kissing yet! I’m still begging here!”

"Cats don't lay eggs. There's something screwy here."

"Of course you realize, this means war."

"His muscles are as soggy as a used teabag."

“I know this defies the law of gravity, but I never studied law!”

"Looks like the boy genius is tryin' to show me up."

"It was a terrible storm, the boat wocked and worked up one wave and down the other."

"You're despicable."

"If you're gonna be two-faced sweetie, then atleast make one of them pretty!"

"F-f-first they told me to lose the stutter now they tell me Im not funny anymore. "

“Well, what did you expect in an opera? A happy ending?”

"That's all folks!"

"I don’t know the meaning of the word fear!"

"Beep beep!"

"I don't ask questions, I just have fun."

"Hungry!"

“Just when I’m getting used to the voices in my head, one of them starts stuttering.”

"Say your prayers!"

“Me? Normal? How dare you insult me like that?”

"You know, it is possible to be too attractive."

"I am positive, I am mental and I know I have attitude.”

“I’m not like other people, I can’t stand pain, it hurts me.”

"I tawt I taw a puddy tat!"

“Well, what do you know … there’s the little Wiener Schnitzel now.”

“If you’re happy and you know it, you're probably annoying someone who isn’t.”

"This is gonna cause more confusion than a mouse in a burlesque show!"

"Who's responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person?"

“I'll be scared later. Right now I'm too mad.”

“If an interesting monster can’t have an interesting hairdo I don’t know what this world is coming to.”

“You say the Loch Ness Monster is living in your jacuzzi? Well, call Roto-Rooter!”

“I hate it when people are at you house and ask, ‘hey do you have a bathroom?’ No not at all...”

[positivelybeastly]

Tell me why Simon’s upcoming marvel verse tpb (releasing between xforce 49 and 50) decided to highlight that issue (the one where Hank kisses Simon) out of all the possible issues that actually like. Are meaningful for him as a character and his supporting cast not just the one where he gets gay kissed by a guy who proceedes to dress up in his clothes, his girlfriend wonders if she would be better off getting back with his brother, and the guy who kissed him calls him a chickenplucker before he dips. Like it’s not really an important Simon issue, probably not even the best Hank/simon friendship issue but it kind of feels like they’re saying getting gay kissed by Hank is at least the fourth most important thing ever to happen to Simon, possibly more so than the whole evil and robot brothers thing

I do not understand I feel like the goof kiss is something that can very easily be interpreted as homophobic since essentially it’s saying “what if two men kissed would that be wacky or what”. Why would you bring that up again. Unless…? (Bi Hank real?)

"C'maaaaaan, you aren't still dwelling on that ol' gag, are you? It was for fun! You don't think Bugs Bunny has feelings for other fellas, do you? Just a little harmless horsing around, between two old buddies who hadn't seen each other in a while, on account of one of them being dead! We all get a little excited when that happens, don't we?

. . . Okay, so maybe that doesn't happen to you guys so often, but when it happens here, that's a - very common reaction. Nothing gay about it. And it's not like there's anything wrong with being gay, or bi, or any of that, either! I'm just not. Capiche?"

So, this is one of those things where it's like - I'm 99% certain this is just a weird coincidence, or that this was picked by a staffer with a sense of humour, or something, BUT.

There's the 1%.

There's the one 1% that has to check, and, hey, what happens if you Google Wonder Man Beast?

NOW.

I WILLL ADMIT THAT PERHAPS THERE IS SOME SEARCH ENGINE SKEWING GOING ON.

BUT.

THAT IS FAN ART OF GAY HANK AND SIMON ON ROW ONE, PEOPLE.

The cover for the issue with the kiss is row two!

The kiss itself is row three!

Like, full disclosure, I have absolutely Googled 'Wonder Man Beast kiss before', to get the panel to talk about my thoughts on Hank's sexuality before, so maybe there's some stuff going on, but, friends, Google 'Wonder Man Beast' and tell me what YOU see, because I am curious.

But for real, let's talk about this TPB.

Read this product description.

"Learn more about Wonder Man, the energy-powered Avenger who doubles as a movie star, before and after the release of the Disney+ series!

Few heroes in the Marvel-Verse are more wondrous than Wonder Man and none is a bigger draw at the box office! Get to know Simon Williams, the world’s greatest Avenger-turned-movie star, beginning with his momentous debut - in which he is gifted amazing power, but must defeat Earth’s Mightiest Heroes in exchange! Will he go bad, or make a heroic sacrifice? Don’t count Wonder Man out just yet!

Soon he’s back, breaking into Hollywood and tussling with heavyweights like the Sandman and the Abomination! But who needs enemies when you can have a best friend like Hank McCoy, the bouncing, blue-furred Beast? Prepare to discover why Simon and Hank are the greatest double act in Avengers history!"

I should remind you, this is not the Beast and Wonder Man book, that is a SEPARATE collection. A separate collection with art that has been HALVED to make THIS collection's cover, I know that Nick Bradshaw art anywhere.

But let's also talk about the issue selection!

"Avengers (1963) #9" - makes sense! His very first appearance, his villain turn, his death. You HAVE to include the origin issue, it's the law. 5/5, perfect choice if you want to know what Simon is.

"Wonder Man (1986) #1" - first issue of his first solo series! Absolutely makes sense, fun little one-off thing that shows how Simon is adjusting after his hero turn, shows off his personality, self-contained, beautiful. 5/5, excellent choice.

"West Coast Avengers (1985) #25" - fun little story showing off his movie career and his up and down relationship with fame! And it doesn't rely too much on other continuity, you can just pick it up and go and have fun, even if the other Avengers parts might confuse you a bit. 4/5, good choice, a bit of a deep cut.

"Avengers (1998) #14" - awright, let's pull this one up and have a look. What is this issue actually about?

Our cover.

Hmm. Well, they seem like good friends!

Aw, cute! I love when comics break the fourth wall like this, I wonder what they have in store for us.

Oh! A . . . two page spread of, Hank . . . shouting, "Hi honey, I'm home!"

Looking a little demented, there, Hank, you okay?

. . . Hank? You . . . okay there?

. . . Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

You - got him flowers, Hank?

H-Hank, you're . . . wearing, Simon's, old . . . safari jacket . . ?

So, there IS some Simon only stuff in here, which is good, and catches you up on some of the events of his other solo series, which is good! This is good Simon content! Okay, cool!

O-Oh.

Chickenplucker?

FUCKING WHAT.

Okay, we need to check another website, there's NO WAY.

THAT is the issue you chose?

THAT ONE?

Not A+X #12?

No, wait, shit, we're trying to beat the allegations.

Um. Um. What about, what about that one Avengers Annual?

SHIT, ABORT, ABORT.

Uncanny Avengers #28! That's good, wholesome fun, right?

FUCK. FUCK, FUCK ME, GODDAMN IT.

What about - what about Wonder Man vol. 2 #6? That's safe, right?

And at this point, the poor Marvel staffer gave up and said, FUCK IT, THE GAY KISS IS LESS GAY THAN THE REST OF THIS SHIT.

Like, come the fuck on, now.

But no, that's the reason why that issue is in there.

Because it's somehow less gay than every other interaction they've had.

I have no idea if it's intentional, but how has every single writer since 1981 managed to write these two like tender hearted lovers? Why does Simon at his most asshole in Wonder Man vol. 2 act like Hank is his personal damsel in distress and smile more at him than he does his girlfriends? It's not impossible to write male friendships in a non-gay way, it really isn't, and yet.

You keep.

Managing.

To make it like this.

Hank McCoy is bisexual and in love with Simon Williams. Whether he, or the writers, have realised it, THAT is the story they have managed to tell. Maybe one day they'll catch up.

Maybe one day soon, if they're smart.

#Anonymous #verse: earth's mightiest! #outofmuffins

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Cursed

Summary: It's called a curse for a reason and when the werewolf escapes and causes harm Jack is left floundering.

Sequels bb!! Original story here. Also given the vampire a little more backstory here again for fun so sorry if you don't want LORE...or more cameos.

Vampire!Reader x Jack Russell

Warnings: animal death, blood, panic attacks, angst, once again these idiots are in love

Translations right at the end 👍

It still felt odd to say you and Jack were dating now but what else do you call two people who love one another and live together.

"Married." Ted chimed in, laughing when you almost dropped your phone. Your frowned at him from your pacing but his smile was infectious and you found yourself laughing with him.

"That make you my new brother in law then?" You joked. Ted gripped your shoulder, shaking you gently as the laughter continued. Since learning how to understand him you'd become a double act, teasing Jack relentlessly. Though in his absence the traitor had turned on you. You flopped down on the sofa next to him, frowning at the lack of messages before tossing your phone aside.

It was another full moon tomorrow and Ted had returned to assist you at Jack's request. It'd been 3 moons since you survived a night at the castle with the werewolf. However each time since then he seemed to be getting worse. More violent and more aggressive with each change, howling behind the bars. It'd frightened Jack when you told him and you'd been banned from staying with him in the cellar.

It was strange, he'd been rather sweet once you'd found him again in the castle. He'd chased everyone else off and you'd spent some time tracking his heart beast. The wolf had stalked towards you in the dim room you'd finally found him in. The moonlight filtering in from the stain glass window and illuminating his soft expression in a rainbow of colours.

He was still stunning like this, bright amber eyes and protruding teeth doing little to rob Jack of his beauty. You'd done as he had instructed you to, just in case of something like this. Keeping your head level and eyes on his as he sniffed the air.

You'd seen the recognition return behind the wolves eyes before he'd hunched back to all fours. You watched curiously as he tore the pillows from the chaise longue, pilling them haphazardly in the corner of this parlor. Then he'd pulled the curtains, tearing them down and padding atop them.

"You making yourself a little bed?" You'd asked at last. His eyes snapped to you and you stilled again. He moved back towards you, shoulders shifting beneath the fur. Stopping by your feet he let out a whine from the back of his throat.

"Oh? Right! yes, thank you." You smiled closed lipped, worried a flash of fang might be seen as threatening to him like this. You followed the wolf back to the pillows, sitting crossed legged with him squatting by you.

He was close, inhaling deeply as he appraised your reaction. You patted the pillow ahead of you humming your approval. Then when his gaze persisted you shifted to lean against them. He'd settled at that flopping hard beside you and burying his nose to your neck.

It tickled as he rubbed against the skin there, huffing hot breathes before moving higher to your jaw. He repeated this for some time before he seemed satisfied and curled against you.

When back to the cabin you told Jack about this. He seemed appreciative that you'd not been in danger. However that didn't change how he treated the next moon. After all, he'd explained, an animal can be unpredictable.

Jack returned the next morning to find you asleep against Ted's arm. He said his greetings as you awoke, kissing your temple.

"You trying to wait up?" He smiled. He moved around the room, drawing the curtains against the rays of dawn. Your groaned, stretching before flopping back against the chair.

"Yeah...Was your trip nice?" You asked, rubbing your head against the throbbing headache.

"Yeah, Lissa was happier than I thought she'd be to see me." Jack admitted sitting on the arm of the sofa. "Been a long while since we celebrated together."

You hummed as Jack ran his hand through your hair. "Told you so."

He laughed lightly, leaning back down to kiss your forehead.

"Oh Ted, I got you some records. Left them by the player outside." Jack said, earning an appreciative sound from Ted. He wandered up and out, the shadow from his frame better at blocking the suns glow coming from the curtain.

"We really need to get new ones." Jack hummed as he took Ted's place by your side.

"You think Lissa would like to meet me?" You asked suddenly.

"Oh... I don't see why not." Jack fumbled at the odd question. You'd seemed very supportive of reconnecting when he'd told you about his sister. Even insisting on helping prepare sweet treats for their family's graves before he left.

"If you don't mind me asking, where's this come from?" He questioned.

"Well you met Eric, suppose that's it for family for me. Still feels odd, last time I courted we were calling it courting." You mumbled.

Jack knew well enough now that if a blush was possible it'd be burning your ears right now. Your arm had come to rest over your eyes and Jack pulled it gently away. He reveled in your embarrassment for a moment before leaning down to kiss you gently.

"Suppose at some point I could introduce you to my oldest friend, he's still alive." You hummed when you parted.

"I'd be delighted to meet him." Jack smiled. "And as for Lissa if she doesn't call there's always next Día de Muertos. Speaking of which I have something for you too..."

Something was an understatement. Jack seemed to have spent most of his trip picking up little trinkets and souvenirs to show you on his return. You shared the day listening intently to stories from his trip but all good things come to an end.

When your strength was returning and the daylight ebbing Ted ushered Jack down to the basement. Then when he returned Ted was frowning at you.

"I know, I know. I promised I'd hunt tonight. You think it'll help?" You asked as you moved to the door.

"Help you for sure." Ted grumbled. He was right, in your concern for Jack and joy of living here you'd forgone your own health. Your eyes were bloodshot, red rimmed and bruising eye bags surrounded them. You'd felt sluggish all week and despite Jack's absence had not remedied it yet.

"You know what I mean Ted." You probed. His shoulders shrugged as he made his way to you.

"I think your scent being further might, yes. Now go before I shove you." He pressed ushering you to the night.

It was cool, the November air almost biting but it'd been a long time since that'd bothered you. The stars twinkled in the clear sky and a low breeze sent the promise of deer through the pines.

You didn't begrudge Jack his condition but in moment like this you did wish yours was more temporary. You scolded yourself for the thought, at least you go to keep your right mind. For the most part anyway.

This thirsty? A hunt was a rather dangerous proposition. Your throat burned all afternoon, your stare catching on Jack's jugular more than you'd admit. You promised years ago never to touch human blood again and you'd been true to that. Sure you were weaker without it but you slept soundly.

The deer you stalked traveled alone and was stationary as you approached. It's head bent as it lapped at a puddle. In a rush of air and fang it was down and twitching. In your right mind you didn't relish the struggle but now its fresh blood washing down your throat thrilled you. You were snarling against its throat when you heard it.

SNAP

Your head whipped up, wide eyes searching for the interruption. You were painfully aware how this looked. The blood dripping down your chin, cooling in the night air. Moments passed in silence until you heard the heart.

By now you'd recognize it deaf, Jack or specifically the werewolf. You rose a fraction at a time, keeping your eyes on the glint of his eyes in the dark. He'd gotten so close and you cursed yourself for being so distracted.

A shame burned through you and you glanced to your bloody hands. It was barely a second but it was enough. Your stare no longer holding him in place the wolf pounced.

He was heavy, crashing into you and sending you to the ground. You shrieked but his hands grabbed your own pinning them to either side of your head. You stilled, his heaving form hunched over you, face wild with frustration. The bright amber of his eyes was lost behind the swell of dark from his blown pupils.

"Jack?" You whispered but he roared into your face. You squinted against the sudden rush of air. Still he didn't attack just huffing above you before his nose was on your neck. It was warm and almost pleasant, tickling up to just under your chin before his hot tongue swiped out.

He lapped against your bloodied face before his attention returned to your throat. A deep rumble came from deep in his chest and his tongue dragged across your skin. You shivered under his touch before you felt the nip of fanged teeth.

Suddenly he wasn't Jack, he wasn't the wolf, he was your sire. Pinning your struggling form into the dirt as you screamed and he bit. Pain erupted, cold blood oozing out from fresh indents in your skin. Your chest heaved and fell in quick succession, blinding pain in your skull like midday exploding behind your eyes.

You managed to pull your legs between you both and kicked up hard. He went flying, crashing against a tree with enough force to fell it. A howling yelp shot straight through your skull as you scrambled back.

Jack, the wolf regained his footing, shaking his head. In the light of the moon he was whining and limping back towards you. You blood continued to ooze coolly, saturating the shirt you wore and the skin around the wolves lips.

Ted's roar sounded and when the wolf turned to his approach you ran.

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Jack awoke with an ache in his chest that he couldn't place. Blind in the sun he reached out for you only to find dirt beneath his fingers. He tore his eyes open, the glare all he could see for just a moment.

Ted was there, hunching low into his line of sight, brows pulled in concern. He was in the woods, not your bed, not the cage and that fact was hell. Before he could even speak your name the taste hit him. Metallic and sharp on his tongue but awfully familiar.

Shakily he brought his muddied fingers to his lips. The dried blood caked to them flaked off and sat russet in his palm. Tears welled as his chest spasmed, he couldn't speak his throat was far too tight.

"They're okay." Ted spoke at last but the relief only lasted a moment.

"Where?" Jack choked out but Ted just shook his head.

The walk back to the cabin was slow going. Each step felt like he was moving towards something awful. All the same he needed to see you, see you were alive. Even if it meant seeing the hatred in your eyes, the disgust.

Nothing could have prepared him for the empty house. For the closest doors open and clothes missing. Ted tried to speak to him, to show him the note but Jack's world was crumbling and he couldn't hear him.

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"Well we were called the howling commandos" You joked watching the man opposite you stare back in disbelief. You weren't sure his gaping mouth could get any wider but you were eager to test the theory.

"There were no werewolves on the squad, leave him alone y/n." Bucky grumbled next to him.

"Spoil sport." You frowned. "Don't believe him, Steve was a mummy." You joked.

"Hey I just found out Bucky and him were fighting Draculas so don't!" Sam quipped as Bucky groaned.

"Just Dracula singular." He stated.

"Eh think Draculas plural is more accurate." You added.

It'd been a long time since you'd seen Bucky in person. Not long after he got back he'd stopped responding to your calls and messages. You figured he needed time to adjust and didn't want to push it. When you saw his message you it was the perfect excuse to run further.

"God I need another drink" Sam got up to head back towards the bar as you poked at your glass.

"So you gonna tell me whats up?" Bucky asks. You raise your brows to him but he scoffs. "Come on Y/n, you're both the happiest and saddest I've ever seen you. I just wanna know if there's someone I gotta beat up."

"No! no...." You blurt before laughing a little. The humor doesn't reach your voice but you cave. "I fucked up I think."

"Okay... how so?" Bucky asks leaning closer. All at once you feel 100 years younger, sitting with Bucky in a Polish bar, trying to figure this whole vampire thing out. He'd been the only commando not afraid to join you for a drink and the rest was history.

"Things got complicated, messy... I ran." You admitted.

"They hurt you?" He asked pointing to your bandaged throat. It no longer bled through but it was far from healed.

"You don't understand, he's like me, he's not always in control!" You snap to Jack's defense. Bucky's jaw ticks and your curse. "Sorry..."

"You know I know a thing or two about that, and if you want to make amends you gotta let him do so too. He's probably hurting real bad right now." Bucky says.

"Considering I probably broke his ribs I'd say so." You muttered as you let his words sink in. He was right, Jack held a very low opinion of his werewolf side he probably felt pretty bad about now. If he didn't feel justified in attacking another monster that was. Still you wanted to apologize and that was enough reason to head back. Even just to confirm that home was no longer yours.

"How'd he manage that anyway? Pretty sure I saw you shrug off a mortar shell... is it the blood thing?" Bucky asks taking a long swig of his drink.

"Kinda? I mean I'm keeping my promise to Steve but I think it's more because he's a werewolf." You admit. Bucky chokes in his drink, spluttering as Sam arrives back with the next round.

"Werewolves are real?!" He coughs.

"I knew it!" Sam boasts.

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Ted doesn't leave the cabin. You've been gone for a week now and Jack's barely moved. A part of him worries this has broken him, that his friend will never recover. The other stays hopeful you were being truthful in your note.

"SOS from friend. Be back ASAP."

He curses that friend for their timing, though he wouldn't blame you for leaving. After a water fight he'd finally seen the bites that littered your body. Then the face you'd made in the woods was still burned in his mind. Utter pain and betrayal. Sure was glad Jack didn't remember that, though the taste of your blood on his tongue did enough.

Jack was asleep. He'd been drinking the night before and Ted had to put him to bed. Now he was alone again in the stuffy cabin taking care of the mess as the dusk cast long shadows through the windows.

Ted had gone to open the window when he saw you shifting over a fallen log. Bags in hand, sunglasses in place and stumbling on the overgrown trail. He's outside in a second, door slammed and bouncing back in its frame.

Ahead Ted stares at you and you can't help but drop your bags, surging towards him. Ted grips you the moment you fling yourself up onto his chest, holding you to the soft moss.

"Did you walk here in the sun?" Ted scolds and you laugh into his shoulder. "You should've called!"

"I know, I'm sorry." You say as he places you back onto your feet. "If it makes you feel better I got a lift to the trail start."

Jack stirred from his sleep, head pounding and throat raw. The front door slamming against the walls pierced like a lance to the skull. He groaned, rolling to his feet and stumbling into the brighter living room. The last light of day didn't help his headache but he continued until he heard your laugh.

His feet move of their own accord, the siren song drawing him to the porch. Ted's shoulders hunch low as he leans over to talk before he turns. The light hits your hair, haloing around your face and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Jack's stare cuts deeper than any knife, any stake, any wound you've ever felt. Bucky was right, he was so right. Jack's a mess, red tiered eyes, unshaven, mess of greying hair sticking up at every angle and he's the most perfect thing in the world right now.

You don't know how to start. What to say to him or even if you should approach. Though when his knees buckle and he slumps to his knees your rushing to him. Sliding to your knees and pulling him to you tightly. His arms don't wrap around you though and you shift back as if stung. His glassy eyes are on your throat and a shaking hand rises to the wound.

"No, no. See its okay." You babble out as your own tears well. Pealing the gauze away you reveal the scabbing wound. Its still angry, still raw but no where near the puffy bleeding mess you'd left with.

Not to Jack though. Who'd seen your stake would close and disappear without a trace over the course of a few days. This brutal mark he left on you. Another bite from a monster scarring your skin.

You cannot bare his silence, the thundering of his heart nor the guilt stricken face. You ramble half incoherent apologies between sobs, for not running, for hurting him, for leaving. He doesn't touch you but you freeze under his eyes, finally meeting yours.

"You have nothing to apologize for..." He chokes out. His voice is gruff, raw in his throat. "I'm the one who..."

Jack crumples and his head is on your lap, burying into your stomach. Hot tears soaking into your trousers as he digs his hands into the fabric of your coat.

"Te pido disculpas de corzon, No te imaginas cuánto lo siento." He wails against you. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I"

He doesn't get to finish. He's being lifted under his arms and tackled back against the cabin floor. Your holding him, hugging tightly against him. This time his warm arms embrace you back, his hands stroking your hair as you cry harder.

"I thought you'd hate." You finally mumble against his chest before rising to see his face.

"I thought you'd hate me!" Jack responds his hand brushing against your cheek. "I'm an idiot."

You laugh lightly, leaning into his touch. "I'm an idiot."

"Your both idiots now get off the floor." Ted huffs.

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Jack doesn't leave your side the entire night. Your legs flung over his and resting your head against his shoulder. A few times you catch his eyes on your neck again and you kiss under his jaw.

He still looks pained, guilty but he's holding onto you. His hands hot against your body and pulling you flush to him. You'd joke about evening the score but it's too soon you can tell. So you just let him hold you, not that your not enjoying it.

"Is your friend okay now?" Ted asks. He hands you both a cup of tea before settling on the floor. You perk up at his question.

"Yes, thank you. He's actually the one who drove me here." You say. Jack shifts under you, rubbing his face into your hair again.

"Your old friend?" He asks softly.

"The very same, he's was pretty worried about you actually. Eager to get me home quick." You admit. Jack kisses your head again before sipping the tea.

"I'll have to thank him, perhaps get his blessings." Jack hums.

"He's still in town actually, you could?" You phrase it as a question but you can feel Jack nodding against you, drinking his tea again when you speak.

"How do you feel about meeting an Avenger?"

He chokes.

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Te pido disculpas de corazón, No te imaginas cuánto lo siento - I sincerely apologize, you can't imagine how sorry I am

#werewolf by night #jack russell x reader #my fics #teeth for hire

[fanatichistory]

Scene Prompt 18

CW/TW: defiant whumpee, cruel/intimate whumper, beat-down, begging

Thunk

Thunk

Thunk

"Let me hear you beg Whumpee." Whumper sang gleefully as they continued to beat Whumpee with police baton they had acquired. 

Whumpee had no idea where, seeing as Whumper was typically on the wrong side of the law, so they had assumed they procured it from an attempted arrest or something along those lines.

  "Come on now, I said BEG." Whumper no longer sang as they grew increasingly frustrated and landed a blow hard enough to crack one of Whumpee's ribs. They were sure if they continued with the baton it would elicit the wanted reaction from their stubborn and defiant captive.

The pain exploded through Whumpee's torso and radiated in agony as they felt their rib crack under the harsh blow. Their body was covered in bruises and blood, their lip nearly bitten off by their own teeth as Whumpee tried to keep from screaming out.

It was only fun then, for Whumper that is. 

From giving in and giving Whumper what they wanted.

Whumpee gave up trying to hold back the screams of pain and cried out their misery. But they still refused to beg for relief. Refused to give in to Whumper and come off as weak as Whumper believed them to be.

Whumpee could make out a blurry figure stand over them before their vision focused and they recognized the features of Whumper's face and clothing. 

Pain still beat in tune with Whumpee's heartbeat as they cautiously opened an eye to see what was going on.

After a few minutes, or maybe hours they weren't sure, Whumper stopped hitting them and silence took over the room.

Just as Whumper bent down over them, straddling Whumpee to the ground and pinning their wrists above their head with one hand while brandishing a mean looking knife in the other.

"N-no..." Whumpee's cracked with the fear that began to take hold over them. Was this it?

"Heh, what was that? I didn't quite hear you." Whumper smiled as they leaned in close while gently dragging the knife's edge along Whumpee's jaw, feeling them shiver at the cold touch of the metal.

They were stronger than this and therefore stronger than Whumper.

Figuring as much from the glint in Whumpee’s eyes, Whumper cut into their skin. Retracing the path along their jaw, only this time drawing blood. 

Relishing in the way their defiant little Whumpee's closed their eyes against the pain as silent, hot tears rolled down their cheeks to mingle with the blood trailing down their cheek and neck.

Whumpee bit their bleeding lip again. Rather taste the metallic tang of their own blood to remind themselves not to give in, not to beg.

Knowing that Whumpee needed more...persuasion, Whumper guided the blade of the knife across the right shoulder. Allowing the tip of the knife to pierce the flesh and cut out a chunk as Whumpee struggled under them, trying to buck them and the knife off of their body.

"You know what you have to do to make the pain stop." Another deep slice across the collarbone, not taking a chunk out of them this time but Whumper pushed the blade in beneath the bone only to wiggle and scrape the blade against said bone with a sadistically cruel smile spread across their face.

Whumpee thrashed underneath Whumper as they screamed and cried out loud which only caused more of the blade to scrape against their collarbone before Whumper finally pulled the knife out.

They had to do it. Whumpee knew they had to now, there was no other way Whumper was going to stop.

But Whumper didn't have to know that they didn't mean it...

With that thought in mind, as Whumper began to slice into their bicep, Whumpee started to beg.

"Please! No, d-don't-please no more Whumper, no more!" 

Smiling in triumph, Whumper sat up a little straighter while still holding their captive restrained beneath them with their body weight and grip on their wrists.

"Good, Whumpee, good...do continue. I'd like to hear more." Whumper set the knife back behind them in their waist band, not caring of the blood from the knife smearing on their clothes. 

They had worked their defiant little Whumpee all day to finally get this as they caressed the side of Whumpee's face with their hand, smearing blood on their cheek

Whumpee obliged them, begging and crying until Whumper was finally satisfied and released their grip on their wrists and slowly stood up. 

Whumpee curled in on themselves, cradling their rib and placing a hand over the deep wound to their collar bone that still pulsed with blood a bit from earlier.

Whumper began to hum to themselves, mood gleeful again, as their steps made for the door while they let their Whumpee get some rest for the night now feeling they having finally earned it.

It worked, Whumpee couldn't believe that Whumper bought it all. Hook, line and sinker.

As if Whumpee had actually meant all that, had actually broken and given up all hope as Whumper wanted. 

No, they told Whumper exactly what they wanted to hear. Unfortunately the tears were real enough, pain still throbbed throughout their body.

It was the beating of a lifetime leading up to getting sliced and diced a little but Whumpee was glad to say their spirit remained intact somehow.

They remained unbroken.

"Stupid motherfucker." Whumpee muttered to themselves, a bit delirious from the pain. The defiance remained strong with this one if only through their spirit alone.

"What did you just say?”

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[visceravalentines]

Thank you so much to everyone who has read, responded, and reblogged!  It’s good to be back.  Here’s chapter 2!

Don’t Fear the Reaper:  Chapter 2

Rating:  Mature

Length:  1.7k

CW:  implied past murder, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, law enforcement

Reader POV

You only realize you’ve fallen asleep when you are jolted awake by sudden light, sudden sound, a sudden grip on your shirt all in the same instant. Your bleary eyes open on the deathly white face of the Boogeyman and you scream. He throws you backwards against the wall, your neck snapping back, skull connecting with drywall. The force sucks the air out of your lungs and chokes off your scream. The knife is aimed at the hollow of your throat.

Your fingertips tremble against the wall on either side of you as you wait for him to make a move. Beneath the mask, you sense his appraisal. He is waiting for you to do something, take some action that will determine his reaction. The fact that you are still at this moment breathing feels like a challenge. The moments creep by and you decide, with few other options, to press your luck once again.

“I-I…I don’t want to call the cops.” Your throat is so dry, fear evaporating every drop of saliva. “I won’t…I’m not going to try to run.” You cannot tell if he believes you. You don’t think so. You’ve got to reach him somehow, connect like you did last night. “How are you feeling? Is…is there anything else you need?”

He seems to have tired of giving you the floor, because his free hand shoots out and snags you by the scalp again. You gasp in pain and surprise and stumble as he drags you out into the hall.

If you had any illusions about his physical condition, they are shattered when he flings you down the entire flight of stairs. You land hard on your wrist and scream in pain. “Fuck!” He is there again – how – hauling you up and into the kitchen. He tosses you into the corner like a garbage bag and you sob, just once, and gingerly touch your wrist, which has begun to swell rapidly.

While you test to see if it is broken or merely sprained, the Shape throws open the fridge and begins to pull things out like a scavenging animal. God, he’s huge, a full head taller than the top of the refrigerator. You cannot take your eyes off him as he slams various items on the counter, a half-empty gallon of milk, a carton of eggs, a package of chicken breasts, a container of lunchmeat. He is chaotic but not careless, and you notice he does not leave anything on the floor. It occurs to you again that you are witnessing an annual event, that all those years when he disappeared come November he had to be somewhere and maybe, just maybe, he stayed right here in town.

You turn your head toward the back door, a mere ten, twelve feet away. Who is faster? It’s mid-morning. Would he chase you through the streets in broad daylight? Would you even get that far? Your sneaker slides carefully across the linoleum.

When you hazard a look back at him your heart skips a full two beats. He is staring right at you. He is perfectly still the way large predators become still when their prey wanders unsuspecting right in front of them. From this distance his eyes are black sunken holes in the face of the mask, but you feel his gaze like a force. You draw your foot back to its starting position. He looks at you for a long time before turning back to the task at hand.

Your eyes widen when his fingers grip the bottom of his mask and roll it upwards, just enough to expose his mouth. He has a strong jawline, but one side is swollen and bruised, maybe fractured. This does not stop him from raising the entire carton of milk to his lips and guzzling half its contents in a matter of seconds. Next come the eggs. He cracks one and slurps the contents out through the hole in the shell, then another, and another. You hear the crunch of eggshell between his teeth and cringe.

When he tears open the package of chicken you’ve had about enough. “Wait,” you say hoarsely, barely able to hear yourself. He freezes and turns his head toward you. “W-wait…I can…do you want me to cook that?” His whole body pivots to face you and he pulls the mask back down. “L-Let me make you breakfast.” What are you even saying?

The knife is on the counter. He makes no move to grab it as you brace yourself against the wall and stand up. You try to ignore his stare and the chill that passes over your skin when you step closer to him. Your instinct is to run. You know if you try that, he will kill you, his patience spent. How long can you keep up this delay of the inevitable?

You are too close to him, the smell of stale sweat and blood full in your nostrils. He does not move except for the mask, which tilts to watch you inch past him. With shaking hands, you select a frying pan and turn on the stove. In your periphery, you see him place his hand on the handle of the knife. He does not pick it up, but you recognize the warning. You reluctantly meet his eyes as you reach past him for the carton of eggs. His gaze is dark and glittering, his mind impenetrable.  

You make scrambled eggs like you’re in slow motion, afraid of any sudden movement. He is never more than two feet away from you. He is unnervingly still and silent. Were it not for his breathing, which is still rough from that injured lung, you’d think he might not be real, merely a figment of the collective imagination.

When the eggs are done you plate them. You cannot bring yourself to hand them to him, so you set the plate on the counter and back away like it might explode. He pulls the mask back up, watching you, and begins to eat, still watching you. He inhales the entire plate in less than a minute. Then, to your surprise, he hands it back to you.

“I – um….”

He holds out the carton of eggs next, then picks up the knife and points it at you.

“I got it, I got it.”

You cook the entire carton and he still is not satisfied. You cook the chicken as well, which he eats with his hands. With no small amount of awe, you watch him finish off the lunchmeat too. The entire process is so human, you almost start to forget to be afraid of him.

Then the sound of a car in the driveway, and he is a predator again in the blink of an eye. The mask comes down. He seizes your arm and yanks you to him. The knife is in his hand and at your throat. Through the sliver of the front window you can see from here, you make out red lights on top of a white sedan. He pulls you backwards, deeper into the kitchen, away from the front door, and the blade scrapes against your skin, somehow does not draw blood. You grip his forearm for balance, terrified he will cut your carotids without even trying.

You hear a key scrape in the lock of the front door. You are barely breathing, trembling. Surely this is the end of it. He will slip the knife between your ribs and slip out the door. You think you close your eyes, but maybe they just stop working. Is this how the flashback of your life starts?

And then he is gone.

You stumble back into the wall without his chest to hold you up. Your hand flies to your neck; the skin is unbroken. You look around wildly, bewildered, but he has well and truly vanished. When the front door swings open and two uniformed officers step inside, it is only you they find.

“Freeze!” one of them yells as they both fumble for their firearms and point them at you – at you, with the Boogeyman somewhere within stabbing distance. “Hands up!”

You oblige. “I-I’m – I’m sorry, I live next door –”

“This is a crime scene!” the same one barks.

“I know, I’m sorry, I – I came to feed the cat.”

“You what?”

“The cat!” You are on the verge of tears. “I saw it in the window and I thought he’d be hungry.”

The officers exchange a glance. “Someone reported a light in the window. Were you here last night?”

“Y-yes, that was me. I came last night to feed the cat.”

“So why are you still here?”

You exhale heavily. This has been quite possibly the worst few hours of your life. “I came back to get the cat and just take him home with me. I couldn’t leave him here.”

One officer lowers his gun, then the other follows suit. You sag on your feet, so goddamn tired of people pointing weapons at you. “You can’t be here,” the cop scolds.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll leave, I just – I’ll leave.” You sidestep towards the back door, resisting the powerful urge to sweep the room for a hulking shape in blood-soaked coveralls.

“Wait,” one of them says. You freeze. “What about the cat?”

“Oh.” The truth fits nicely here. “I…don’t know where he is. I haven’t seen him this morning.”

“Okay, well, you can’t come back here looking for him.”

“Understood. I won’t, I promise.” The door is at your back. “Have a…nice day.” You duck out before they can ask you anything else, and they don’t try to stop you.

Once you’re outside, it takes every ounce of self-control you possess to keep from sprinting toward your property line. You force yourself to walk at a very normal pace around the side of Mrs. Baker’s house, across your driveway, up to your front door. Nowhere do you see a hulking figure with a knife. You glance back at the poor old woman’s home and do not see the officers emerging. They are probably, hopefully, searching the house.

You step inside quickly and lock the door behind you, then sink to the floor, exhausted, and at last collapse into gut-wrenching sobs.

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[laylaylamode]

Got any fun Noize interactions?

Dusk wrinkled his noise at the strange looking bacon that Noize was eating out of a clear plastic bag. What he assumed was bacon, anyway. It smelled like woodsmoke and looked uncooked.

"What're you eating?"

Noize gnawed on a strip as he spoke, smiling around it. "Molted dragon skin." He extended the bag to him. "Want some? It's high in protein—"

"Stop. Dragon what?"

Noize laughed at the expected reaction. "Molted dragon skin, mate. Tastes far better than it sounds."

"Pass." Dusk moved the bag away, but Dawn and Rain looked up with interest and leaned forward to get a better look. He eyed his siblings warily. "Don't even think about it..."

Naturally they ignored him. Anything that had to do with food always caught their attention. "What's it taste like?" Dawn asked.

"Spicy bacon. Not as tender but it packs a lot of flavor if you boil and season it right. Go on." Noize shook the bag, offering more of the strips that Dawn and Rain grabbed eagerly.

"It doesn't hurt the dragons right?" Rain frowned, thinking of Sear, Pepper, and their cute little dragon babies.

"No dragons were harmed in the making. Completely humane, and the dragon I get it from can attest to that."

Dusk watched in disgust as his siblings at the molted dragon skin. They both hummed in delight and went back for more pieces. "I can't believe you're actually eating that."

"The whole world's a kitchen, mate." Noize smirked. "Don't knock it till you try it. I can show you some receipts that might change your mind."

"Hard pass" Dusk was never going to eat anything offered from Noize again. Some things just...weren't meant to be eaten.

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Rain watched curiously as Noize traced a giant glyph into the sand. Currently they were the only ones on the beach, save for the loud seagulls loudly chirping above them with urgency.

"What are they saying now?" Noize asked, not breaking his concentration from the fortification glyphs he was drawing.

"They said that the storm is an hour away and we have to hurry." She knelt down beside him. "Are you sure this will stop the flood?"

"It should," Noize replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I charmed every grain of sand lining the shore to work as a repellent, so it should send the water back to where it came instead of letting it gather and flood."

"What about the law of conservation?" Rain tilted her head. "The water will have to gather somewhere else, rght?"

"That's where our lovely weather girl comes in," Noize said with a smirk, making Rain's cheek marks glow faintly. He pointed above them. "I already summoned some clouds. If you increase the humidity then it'll speed up the water cycle. The water will go up, disperse in the clouds, and be carted off elsewhere."

"Sounds doable." Rain stood up and started stretching her arms. Increasing the humidity would be simple enough, and she and Noize could push back whatever waves still came through if they had too.

Noize stood up and dusted the sand off his pants. He examined the glyph for an errors and sighed with satisfaction when he found none. A strange feeling of excitement came over him, and a light blush came to his cheeks.

"Rain..."

"Yes?"

"Thanks for asking me to help. Even though I mess up constantly."

Rain glanced over at him, but Noize was staring up at the forming clouds with his hand shielding his eyes. She smiled and turned her gaze to the sky too, watching the seagulls take off so they could keep tabs on the coming storm. "I think you're pretty great."

Rain didn't see it, but Noize had smiled too.

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DJ glanced around his bedroom with confusion. Something was horribly wrong with it: it was clean. He had no recollection of doing so himself, and despite his parents constantly telling him to do so, there was no way that they would take it upon himself. DJ preferred the mess because he could find things easier. And cleaning in general was boring.

"Hey, down there. How's it going?"

DJ jumped at the sound of the foreign voiced and glanced upward. He stared at where Noize was currently stuck to his ceiling. "Uhhh...hi? What are you doing?"

"Funny story, that." Noize cleared his throat. "See, I was trying to find the skateboard you were looking for, but it looked like a hurricane had a bash in your room, and I had to tidy up just to see the carpet"

"Okay?"

"But the clean up spell I used had less clean and more up." Noize grimaced. "So, here I've been...for two hours. Mind giving me a hand, mate?"

DJ snorted and grabbed his nightstand. He focused on changing it into a tall ladder and climbed up carefully, then started tugging Noize's arm down. "You could have waited for to get home and helped me find it."

"I could have...but then there'd be less time to go coaster surfing."

DJ blinked, having never head of such a thing. "Coaster surfing?"

"Yeah! You never surfed on rollercoaster tracks?" Noize had enough of himself freed to start prying the rest of him off the ceiling. He dangled from his hands and finally dropped to the floor, landing on his feet carefully. "Just put a magnetism spell on your board and find an empty coaster to surf on. It's fun!"

"Cool!" DJ jumped down from the ladder. "Let's go!"

"Still haven't found the—"

DJ turned the ladder into a skateboard and tucked it under his arm. "Problem solved." He smirked. "Lead the way."

Noize did a double take and furrowed his eyebrows. Did he seriously just waste to hours when the solution could have been achieved in less than two seconds?

He pointed at the board. "...you could have done that the whole time?"

DJ shrugged. "Yeah, dude."

"Then why didn't you?"

"You didn't ask, dummy."

Noize considered his words and then shrugged in defeat "You know what? You're right. That's on me." He walked to the door and cracked his neck loudly. "Agh. Gonna need a massage from a steamroller after this..."

#ask #onelastfic #callyieverse #tales of mewni #future au #Noize Casperan #sorry it took so long! thanks for asking!

[shipwreckinabottle]

throne of old boxes and queen astride

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (TV)

Relationship: Matt Murdock/Jennifer Walters            

Word Count: 6523

Summary: -like she was blindfolded, the intensified sensations of everything happening in this small, cramped space, where she couldn’t make out anything beyond the shape of old boxes lurking in the shadows, where she couldn’t even turn her head to see him in the dark.

/Matt, Jen, picnic parties, and the little shed at the back of the yard/

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i wrote a thing!

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Something about it hits different kissing a grown man on your childhood bed. Maybe it was the soft flannel of his shirt twisted in her hands; maybe it was his day old scruff scratching across the underside of her chin; maybe it was his legs, just a bit too long and sticking out the ends of her bed like a sore thumb; or maybe, Jen wondered, as she rolled Matt onto his back and straddled his waist, as she kissed him with her palms squeezed into his shirt, it has to do with him.

Maybe it was his good looks. Maybe it was the mind-blowing sex. Maybe it was his kindness and patience and honesty. Maybe it was because he was the first person in a long while she could completely trust, could let her walls down, could be her true self around. Maybe it was because he was someone, regardless of how much it would hurt him, who wanted to do the right thing; to help the defenseless; to bring a little bit of light and joy into this dark, dark world.

A hundred different variables in mind, too many, she thought, to draw a definite conclusion. Or maybe, just simply, he was all of those and so much more; and he was also someone she really, really liked, and as far she was able to tell, liked her the same way too. An unfamiliar concept these days, it seemed.

It was a warm Sunday afternoon. A day after the whole debacle with Todd and Intelligencia, a day after Matt had decided to stay for the weekend; the sort of day perfect for an afternoon lunch picnic, a chance to relax and unwind away from the crowd and bustle of the city, a chance to trade the sirens and horns and the thick, electrified air of millions of busy Californians jostling to and fro their destinations (obstacles be damned), for the quiet suburbs where she grew up, surrounded by familiar palm trees swaying in the wind, and the gentle hum of laundry machines and sprinkles in the front yard.

The weather felt wonderful, too. Lazy sunlight filtered through her second-floor bedroom window, alongside a gentle breeze and the warm laughter of her parents and relatives setting up the lunch table just outside in the backyard, underneath a sky Jen knew was as blue as the oceans themselves.

She kissed Matt again, fingers lingering on his jaw as she tasted the coffee on his lips, bitter and sweet and just so quintessentially “sleep-deprived-lawyer” and just so him. Their kiss today was slower, lazier, unhurried, more time to explore and savor; there was no hurry, no early-morning flights nor masked criminals to catch; it was just the two of them, and in the quiet space of her childhood bedroom, it was like a beautiful world of their own, made of soft flannel, gentle kisses, and the warm rays of sunlight across her skin.

She drew her teeth along his lower lip, and felt him shivering at the friction, a small hum as she coaxed him open with her tongue, as the kiss deepened and her hand slid up into his hair. His hands, in return, moved from her waist down to her legs, just a few inches off the hem of her floral sundress; his palms were a warm cushion against her skin, a rise of goosebumps where they connected, like the first stages of a chemical reaction, her own body responding to him in a non-verbal want, want, want, a catalyst to a more, more, more.

His fingers brushed up against the dress’ edge occasionally, but never going further, like the fabric itself was a reminder, a physical and also invisible line he wouldn’t quite cross; there was an unspoken appropriateness to the way he touched, held, even kissed her. A modern day gentleman, she was reminded of, properness down to his bones. Endearing at times, but also utterly unnecessary when she was quite literally making out with him atop her childhood bed.

So, when Matt brushed up against the hem again, she grabbed hold of his wrist and slid them up the hike of her dress. “Touch me,” she spoke into his neck, the words mingling amongst nips and kisses, as much a plea as an order. He tensed at the sudden movement, a short second’s pause before he complied—quite enthusiastically, if she might add—as he cupped down onto her butt, his hands feeling impossibly large against her, fingers pulling towards him, like he was trying to mold them together, to eradicate whatever little spaces left between them.

She shuddered at the sensation, at his eagerness, at the vibration in his neck, originating from an instinctual sound not loud enough to form, but felt from the contact of their skin. She felt like she was burning up, heat radiating from every point where they met, a flush of warmth pooling inwards and out at the same time, that curled around her thighs and in-between, causing her legs to squeeze tighter around him, her hips grinding forward and sliding up against his groin, a sense of friction which allowed her to feel exactly how much she was affecting him.

When they broke apart for air, he was breathing softly, his eyes fluttering and warm and hazel, little flecks of gold visible in the faint sunlight; his voice was milder than usual, a soothing quality to it like she was precious air and he’d kissed his fill. “Jen…” he started to say, but paused when she kissed the side of his jaw, the words trailing off like he’d forgotten whatever he’d wanted to say for the moment. “Jen,” it took him another moment to—it seemed—compose himself. “Are you sure your parents don’t want our help? I can help carry things around. I’m blind, not useless.”

“Matt, you’re a guest,” she said, remembering how she had introduced him to her parents and relatives the day before, the wide grins and patented overly-friendly-Walters-Family-hugs, which led to her father clasping Matt on the back as a way of greeting, causing Matt to stumble and lose eye contact for a short moment before everyone realized, even without Ched’s surprised, “Oh shit! Jenny’s (she hated that nickname, but it stuck from when they were kids and he couldn’t say “Jennifer”) boyfriend’s blind!”, that Matt couldn’t see.

There was a lot of apologizing afterwards; a lot of coddling and handholding, as well as Matt trying his best to convince everyone around that it was all very unnecessary, that he was a grown man who could take care of himself. It didn’t work very well, and resulted in him looking lost and overwhelmed under all the attention that she just had to Hulk-up and put her foot down and roar at everyone that if just one more person treats Matt like a helpless child, they were getting on the first Uber out of there.

Things went a lot better after that. Though her parents were still pretty firm on setting up the picnic table on their own, since Matt was a, as they had called it, “a handsome, esteemed guest (and hopefully soon part) of the family.”

“Yeah, but I can still help wit-” he started to say again, but she gave him no chance whatsoever to finish the sentence, her fingers bundling his collar and pulling him against her, silencing him with another kiss, taking as much of him to her heart’s desire. In some ways, she felt like clay, like she was shaping herself to him: to his lips, his tongue, his taste, even the way he would hold and kiss her, even the light hums that would come from his throat, and the way he would whisper her name, all which formed different impressions, a sculpture of him she would remember till the ends of her days.

Jen honestly couldn’t remember the last time she felt this… contented, this peaceful and warm and happy. Everything felt light and fuzzy, like she was riding on a chariot of clouds, where everything felt just so… right, for the first time, that even with all the wrongness and darkness out there in the world, she had carved out this safe little corner she could call her own—this little spot with Matt and the afternoon breeze and his fuzzy socks peeking out the ends of her bed; a world separated from it all, a place where no one could hurt her even as regular ol-Jen. Here, she was safe, she was peaceful, she was happy.

Her hands slid down to his ribs, feeling the brush of flannel against her palm. It felt so warm and soft, too. In fact, everything about Matt felt warm and soft, from his lips to his kisses, to the way he held and even looked at her without looking; the way she would catch him tilting his head towards her sometimes, like he was just… listening to her, like she was birdsong, she was music, she was an orchestra and he was the only person in the audience who caught the symphony between the beats of her heart, who shouted—encore! encore! encore!—at the end of it all, even as everyone else stared on in confusion.

(maybe not every part of him is soft—she’s grinding on something quite hard, after all, but she digresses)

She laughed in the middle of their kiss. The sort of dumb, self-conscious laughter people would try to hide out of embarrassment when tasting delicious food or when telling a joke and failing horribly. Matt looked up at her, confused for a moment. Then, almost as if her laughter was infectious, he smiled—and broke out into laughter too.

#matt murdock #jennifer walters #daredevil #she hulk #jennifer walters x matt murdock #matt x jen #daredevil x she hulk #matt murdock x jennifer walters #fanfic #she devil

[naivesilver]

gonna cheat for a minute and say: any ask of your choosing from the 'sentences' in the 'parent and child relationship prompts' BUT with either leona and pierrot, or with leroy and lampwick PLEASE 🥺

It was a TERRIBLY hard choice, thanks 😡💕 they're all my specialest unconventional families and I can't pick a favorite, so I had to use a super secret discrimination method :^)

Parent/Child Relationship Prompts

“Look! A dog!”

"Mom, stop! I just saw something really important."

Leona has learned, by now, that teenage boys' perspectives on what is important and what isn't are often a little skewed, but she stops pedaling nevertheless, drawing her bike to a halt to look at where her son has done the same. "What is it, dear?"

In lieu of a response, Pierrot points at one of the houses along the road, clambering off his own bike with great enthusiasm. "Puppy."

The dog in question can hardly be described as a puppy, in all fairness, big and hairy and long-legged, but it doesn't seem troubled by the moniker, either. Instead, it wags its tail expectantly, its nose (the only part of its body that can wedge itself through the fence around the house's backyard) sniffing with great curiosity at the hand the boy holds out.

For his part Pierrot is grinning from ear to ear, and when Leona circles back to move closer to him he turns that bright grin to her as well, giving the dog's snout a friendly scratch. "You can't walk by a pup and not say hi," he says, with that pompously savvy air he puts on when he's being silly. "It's the law."

"Dear me. To think I might have been a criminal all along."

She loves him the most when he's like this, effortlessly happy like any other kid. It's not a rarity anymore, seeing him so warm and carefree, but it's always a joy all the same, to know that her son is at ease enough around her to act as such - if nothing else, it's an elating high to ride, like a rollercoaster with familiar turns.

It is perhaps that soothing, relieved feeling that pushes her to open her mouth again and say, after a moment: "Have you ever wanted a dog for yourself, sweetheart?"

He shrugs, looking somewhat distracted. "Dunno. They're cool, sure, but they're very loud and need lots of space. You never know if one of us might have issues with loud noises on some days. I don't want anyone to be scared to come to my house."

Oh, her heart. Leona sometimes thinks she should tell him to spend less time on stage, if that's what makes him pull out such profound remarks in that offhanded way of his. "What about other pets? Would they be off limits too?"

"Uh, I guess not?" Finally, he glances at her, wary curiosity in his gaze. "Why?"

"Well, I was thinking- maybe we could go to the shelter, see if they have any suggestions for pets that'd do well in our house. We don't have to make a decision right away. Just take a look around, maybe get a pamphlet or two. What do you say?"

Pierrot's eyes go as wide as saucers, stunned beyond speech for once in his life. "For real?"

"Yes." Leona bites her tongue as not to laugh, impossibly endeared by his reaction.

"You'd have to look after it, of course, but I know you're a responsible boy. If that's something you'd like, obviously."

"Something I'd like?" The boy spreads his arms, as if he couldn't contain the force of it, all but bouncing on the spot. "Mom, that's the best idea ever! I love it!"

She laughs in full, then, fond and fonder, and lets him pull them both towards their bikes, the dog that has just witnessed their exchange huffing cluelessly and trotting back across the grassy yard.

Before he resumes his stance, however, Pierrot clears his throat awkwardly, drawing his mother's attention again. "Anyway, there is an animal that I'd love to get, if they think it's gonna do good up here."

That comes as a surprise to Leona, at least. "Really? Which one?"

"A pet turtle." Her son's face scrunches up in a peevish smirk, dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"And I already know which name I'll give it, and it'll be amazing, mark my words."

#lizardthelizard #ask meme #thousand problems verse #court of misfits #my mother raised me to be bold #fanfic #tied for best court mama forever and always 💖

[mrzoetuxedo]

READ BEFORE TO JUDGE

This is the last thing I'll put in this year, I'll no post something on Tumblr and Twitter till I get a therapy and finish my REAL jobs of university.

Here is the decision I made, some things I want to make clear, what I think about of this and the changes I decide to make:

First at all, for my own good and mental health I made the decision to DON'T DRAW A VN ANYMORE.

But I have my exceptions, the only visual novels I will continue drawing will be A DOUBLE SIDED MIRROR and DEEP PRESSION, the rest one I don't want to see it or draw it anymore and some of as form of prevention to don't make the situation worst. Now the topics you will see in the account will be random things (More Pokémon and Dragon City), my OCs and the before mentioned VN.

What I think about the mistake I made

What happened that day made me feel awful and made myself disappointed, but also I felt disappointed of the ones I liked before because the form of how they took it and treated me made feel that I don't belonged to this world.

I lost followers, I lost people who really was interesed on my characters... Was one of the worst day of my life. Also there was people who think that what I made was childlish when the true is that I was trying to say an anecdote of what happened to me, with your wrong reactions you showed me you are really unreasonable people. But now I'm better, I love myself when I never did and I finally understand that I shouldn't be always aware of anyone that is not myself, make me know that i'm not worthless and cry for VN devs who judge me wrong don't matter and doesn't mean something.

Changes I will made about Mr. Zoe BGM:

Here is now the forced and not very forced changes:

- Florencia will be FORCIBLY REDESIGN and Salem's boss will be someone else (Please don't say the name of the person here because is now forbbiden).

- Rosen x Helen WILL NOT be canon anymore (I finally see that Rosen doesn't deserve Helen and she doesn't deserve Rosen).

- Also thanks to that change I'm implenting the law of demons can't have kids with mortals as immortals anymore.

- When someone said that Mr. Zoe was a T3rr0r1sT, you ARE WRONG! The one who was, were a character that I killed without say something. And well, Mr. Zoe were thought to be a powerful character (Even more powerful than Black Hat from Villainous), but now thanks to the one who spread that, now Mr. Zoe will be just a demonologist who has a lot of jobs, mix science with magic and sometimes use the powers of their demons to make things.

- For obvious reasons the VN saga comics is cancelled now and only will be Mr. Zoe interacting with A Double Sided Mirror and Deep Pression characters.

- My plans of my own visual novel... It will never goes out now anymore and will something I will buried it for a good time till feel i'm ready to do it.

CONCLUSIONS

Finally I would like to say that please listen this:

- DO NOT harrass me for what I did or talk about the ones who treated me bad and almost made me feel I'm nothing, they almost drive me to the other world.

- If you want me to draw a VN character who is not from A Double Sided Mirror or Deep Pression, please don't do it understand my reasons and don't talk me about them.

I'm really sorry for all I made with a simple iceberg, the iceberg that I made was done without the objetive to hurt anyone and ENTERTAIN, but after the problems it gave me, I think I'll remake it take off some points. Also now that I leaving the majority of visual novels I would like to say too that I see the true nature of the people who blocked me for all so what I want now is PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME if you only are here for the visual novels that are not the ones I said before because you will not see them anymore, go ahead, I'll be grateful if you do that.

Again, I'm so sorry for everything but this is for my own good and mental health.

GOODBYE BECAUSE I'LL NOT BE PART OF THIS ANYMORE AND I WANT TO BE FINALLY FREE FROM A LOT OF PAIN.

With honesty,

- The Strangest Parodist.

[medicus-mortem]

Thoughts on the Ch 1063 bullshit:

Basically this shit:

And boy is there a lot to cover here so I’m gonna divide this into some main points/issues I’ll address. Those being:

1. Thoughts/feelings on Genderswaps in general.

2. Doc Q’s disease fruit.

3. Fandom behaviour.

4. Law’s reaction.

Without further ado lets just get down to business.

1. Thoughts/feelings on Genderswaps in general.

Personally genderswaps have always made me uncomfortable. At first I believed they were inherently transphobic but perhaps I do need to reconsider that idea, depending on why a genderswap is being done, because that is the crux of my main issue with them; the intent behind them. I have yet to see a genderswap done in any media that isn’t for the sole purpose of fanservice. Be it turning a man into a sexy woman because boobs or turning women into men to create a fetishised gay relationship.

What is worse is how these gender swaps often completely change a character’s personality. The greatest offender of this is when dominating male characters are turned female and they become meeker. It’s as if people believe suddenly having a vagina makes you gentler. It does not.

We know for a fact the purpose behind this particular genderswap is for fanservice reasons. There really is no good reason for this to happen, especially with how it came to be, which is in itself fucking disgusting. Oda just wanted to draw tiddies and so he did. Just look at the pose and the way Law’s shirt hangs off him, then there is the wet shirt situation. 100% done for the ‘male gaze’.

2. Doc Q’s disease fruit.

I have no issues with the fruit itself. Being able to create diseases and infect people around you with them is a very cool and terrifying devil fruit and Doc Q is honestly the perfect user for it. Except no he fucking isn’t. Look how he’s decided to use it? Before even going into how inherently problematic it is to call turning someone female a disease, this is not an effective use of his power. Turning the Hearts female doesn’t weaken them or make it easier to take them down. He should have done a proper disease, something that would give them fevers or debilitating coughs, or fucking have horrible growths. Something actually deadly.

Hell, I would have loved to see him induce symptoms similar to Amber Lead in the crew and then watched Law have a panic attack because there is all his childhood trauma all over again. Can you really say you wouldn’t find that far more compelling than suddenly everyone has tits?

Now lets go into how disgusting this whole fucking thing is as a concept. First lets look at what Doc Q calls this disease.

The Ma-Lady Transformation Plague. You know what that tells me? It only turns males into females. How fucking horrible is that? It’s not even an equal genderswap situation. It’s specifically made to turn men into sexy women. Like, what the actual fuck!? To then have this as a disease, which is not how genetics determines ones sex at all. The only other person who can do this is Ivankov and that’s through hormone injections which is part of what sex reassignment surgery does, which makes sense. This absolutely does not. Not as a disease, not as an effective weapon, and certainly not as a reasonable choice of attack.

Just ... how are people not furious about this whole situation?

3. Fandom behaviour.

This is where I am gonna get the hate thrown at me but I truly don’t care. What I have seen in the Law tag on Tumblr has disgusted me. Everywhere I look it’s people going rabid for a Trafalgar Law with tits. It’s gross over sexualising behaviour. Already the One Piece fandom treated Law like the fandom bicycle, throwing him in ships all over the place and making him seem nothing more than a glorified dildo, which enraged me as a Law writer, but now it’s worse. Now they have precedence to feed into their bullshit.

Then we have the people using this as proof of their trans!Law headcanons. Now, let me make it clear I have no problem with different gender headcanons for Law. I fully support them, I truly do, but I do question the ethicality of a trans headcanon that is using a moment when Law’s gender is changed without his consent as proof that he is trans. Especially when I see everyone suddenly giving him female pronouns when he’s turned into a woman. Law might have boobs and a vagina now but in canon he’s still gonna use male pronouns. Honestly, considering how pissed the fandom gets when people misgender Yamato I do not get it. Isn’t this the same deal?

4. Law’s reaction.

Now let’s end this post on something kinda positive, while ignoring how gross Shachi and Penguin’s reaction to Law’s gender swap is. I can tell you I know a few Shachi and Penguin writers who are going to write that garbage out of their canon. I’m gonna do the same thing with this whole situation. Will make a post about that too.

Anyway, when I first saw this genderswap thing through a leak (which is something I really hate about manga based fan communities) I had the fear that Law would react like all genderswaps tend to do. Get meek, freak out over his new boobs, or even become a perv about it. All things I saw as wildly out of character, but he did none of those things and I am thankful for that. He was pragmatic and focused on the situation. His people were in danger and he was not going to be phased by this change, after all Trafalgar Law is just as capable whether he has a dick or a vagina. That was something I liked, seeing Law thrown into a weird situation and still being in control.

Good and appropriate characterisation. That I approve of. Still would have been better if he had to deal with an actual real and concerning disease.

TLDR: I am angry. I am offended. And so should you be. We deserved better, more compelling content as a fanbase.

#puppet master // ooc #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #op spoilers #op hate #genderswap tw