#I FUCKING LOVE THESE MORONS HAHAHA

[doctorwormcore]

What i think i love the most about the live action is just how much love there is? Yeah its different from the anime, but honestly....kinda better. I love how kind they all are, the strawhats clearly just love each other already, their own little family

#opla #crying screaming throwing up #i hope we do get to see more of their og personalities shine through #i.e. sanji being a bit of a hotheaded dumbass and zoro being a bit of a moron and nami being a bit more a big sister hahaha #but i love the opla strawhats so much man #i love that they highlight that sanji is inherently soft or that usopp really is charismatic or that zoro really is a snarky gay bitch lmAO #and like i ADORE opla nami #im so excited for chopper man... im watching the anime atm and he still isnt here yet ;-; #boku wa doctor tony tony chopper if you even care #god if they made everyone else hot can you imagine how hot robin will be!?!?!? #ugh....can you imagine how theyd tackle whole cake island with soft!sanji ....feelsbadman.jpg #i mean we have a LONG way to go before we even tackle the time skip....very apprehensive as yo how sanjis will be tackled bc girl... #lbr that shit was insensitive and transphobic af.... #dont get me wrong....sanjis a fucking misogynist lmao....less so in the la...still there tho #god bless him...thinks hes just chilvalrous #anyway no notes on luffy he is literally perfect can do no wrong precious baby #if anything hes not as objectively stupid lol but like they only had 8 eps..you really can only squeeze in the most important shit #anyway i am screaming...dennis o'hare NEEDS to play eric the whirlwind if they utilise that shit #anywya thats my rambling for today lol

[hushedlover]

Xavier comforting reader who’s just been really emotional lately?

Ur page is so aesthetically pleasing by the way 🫶🏻

literally having a breakdown rn so this is perfect </3

also thank you so much I try to make it look nice hahaha

You were shaking and your eyes were watering and everything was so loud and everything made you want to cry. It had been like this for at least a week. It felt like forever. Rationally you knee you hadn't always felt like this, it had only been a little while of the emotional rollercoaster. But it felt like ages.

Because of this, you had been avoiding your oh-so-lovely boyfriend. Xavier. just the thought of him made the tears start to form even faster. you missed him. you felt so guilty. but once the onslaught of emotions started you didn't know what to do. So you locked yourself in your room, throwing some excuse about being sick at your teachers and friends. You had stuck with this for 3 days now.

The past days had been filled with crying, tossing and turning in bed, more crying, throwing things around the room in anger, guilt, more crying, and finally, a few short hours of sleep before it all repeated. Currently, you were in the guilt stage. Rocking yourself back and forth in your bed, wrapped in a blanket with only your face showing. You were being consumed by your thoughts. Guilt, shame, anxiety, and insecurities flow over you in waves. You were gasping for breath through the waters of emotions, looking for anything to save you. You thought it would never come. But it did. A knock at your door.

That was weird. Your roomate had told your friends not to bother you and she would just walk in. Who would be at the door? Your question was answered when a voice called through the wood.

"Hello? Babe I know you're in there."

Shit. Xavier.

You searched through your piles of blankets to find your phone, only to see the 27 missed texts and 18 missed calls from the boy. Cursing you threw the phone down and padded your way to the door.

"go away xavier," you called tentatively.

"No. We need to talk."

You're heart clenched with anxiety.

oh no he's angry. he's gonna break up with you. moron. you knew it would happen. you're not good enough for him. not like Bianca. he's better with her, he-

You didn't remember opening the door, but suddenly xavier was pushing his way past you and into your room. He was already spewing words.

"I talked to all your friends, all your teachers. You haven't answered any of my goddamn texts or calls. I thought you were dead! Do you understand that?!," he was pacing in front of you, tugging his hair. "Do you want to break up with me? God of course you do. I knew this day was coming. You could've just fucking told me. Instead of disappearing like that I mean-"

Xavier cut himself off at the sound of your sniffle. He looked at where you were standing in front of him. You were twisting your (his) sweater in your hands, and even though you were looking down to avoid his eyes, he could tell you were crying. Immediately he rushed forward. His hands were on your shoulders and petting your hair back, desperately trying to get you to look at him. He didn't mean to make you cry.

"Honey I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. What's going on? talk to me please," He was practically begging at this point. "you can yell at me, hit me, anything just please please look at me."

So you finally did. You looked at him with huge doe eyes filled with tears and the minute you made eye contact you burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry Xavier," you wailed. "I just have been having so many things going on in my head and I don't understand why I'm feeling so much and I didn't want to make you mad or make you not want to be with me anymore and-"

Xavier quickly wrapped you in his arms and shushed you.

"You're okay, it's okay. I'm not mad. I love you so so much. You just have to talk to me honey, I was so worried about you. I promise you're okay. We're okay."

He guided you towards your bed, kicking his shoes off along the way.

"Why don't we just lay here for a little and help you calm down, yeah?"

You mumbled out a quiet agreement and buried yourself in his chest. You didn't know how, but Xavier made everything better. He was what saved you.

#xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x reader comfort #wednesday show #wednesday #Wednesday x reader

[vrisrezis]

Rocket raccoon hcs . Just kinda . Interactions and stuff I guess I’m not sure? I just would like to see how rocket interacts with his partner LOL

OK I TRIED IM NOT GOOD WITH DIALOGUE BUT I LOVE SEEING LIKE .. IN CHARACTER DIALOGUE IN FICS SO !! Also . These r just little interactions between the two in random scenarios lol

- You groan as you look inside your bag, “rocket what the hell?!” “What?! What’d I do?” “You know what you did why the hell is there a prosthetic eye in my bag?!” And then all of a sudden, rocket no longer seems pissed your once again accusing him of something he didn’t do, he starts howling with laughter. “Oh my fucking god is that why those crazy assholes were shooting at us?!” “Yes- ah-HAHAHA” he laughs even louder, doubling over and holding his stomach. “It was funny, right?!” “God I’m going to actually kill you.”

- “you cannot seriously be on Gamora side! Cmon!” “Don’t Cmon me rocket. You and quill could’ve gotten us killed because your egos are so fucking huge.” You sigh, “and!! You stole some fucking battery’s we don’t even need!” your ears flop down in a manner that seems more sad, rather than angry. “Why don’t you ever think of anyone but yourself?”

- “what is that?” “A bomb.” “Oh. Okay.” you shrug, walking off as quill raises a brow at you. “What?” “You’re just gonna say ‘oh okay’ to a freakin bomb!” “Not a big deal quill” rocket says, tinkering with something else entirely. “It is!!!”

- “merryyyy christmasss my beloveddd!” You sang in a singsong voice, that maybe was a little too cheerful for your boyfriends liking. He rolls his eyes, “thanks hun,” he says with a smile, and although it sounds sarcastic you know it’s genuine. “But never do that shit again.” he says with now with a frown on his features.

- “so your dating this little rabbit?” the Norse god questions you, and you shrug. “I guess so” “you guess so?! The hell!” “Well, you still haven’t kissed me yet!” Rocket looks at you completely exasperated.

- “why don’t we ask the captain… oh wait! It’s me!” “Psh! Hahahaha!” “Babe Cmon don’t laugh! Do not laugh!”

- “wow. I’ve known you for like.. 10 years and you still can’t dance.” You said with a cocky grin, something the male was not used to seeing on your face. “Oh Cmon, give me a break.” “No way dude, I gave you 10 whole years to get your shit together.”

- “it’s not like I like you!” “Uh huh, sure rocket!” “I do not! I did not save you because I like you, I saved you because your useful and quill would be mad at me. I don’t feel like dealing with his shit today!” “Keep telling yourself that.”

- rocket was just starting up the ship. Ready to take off. He told you, if you ever needed him, he’s one call away. But for emergencies only. He won’t be gone long. Two days, tops. Super important mission he needed to go on. You call him, and he looks down wondering what the hell you could possibly need before he’s even taken off yet. “Hey.. something wrong?” “Yes.” You say as a matter a factly. “I miss you.” “Oh for the love of-”

- rocket laughs right in your face. “Holy shit! You’re jealous” your eyes widen and you puff your cheeks in embarrassment. “That’s so funny! Hahaha!” “Ugh!! I’m not jealous why the hell would I be jealous of some broad anyway!” “Doesn’t explain why you started growling! Hahaha!” “I’ll kill you!”

- “I love you” you say with a happy sigh as you give him a quick peck on the lips. He smirks, “I know.”

- “I love you!!!!” rocket screams in your face, and you’ve honestly never had him scream in your face before. “Rocket- I know but wh- mmf!” He cute you off with a kiss to the face. He was very emotional that day. For whatever reason…

- “what is this?!” “A hug, moron. Don’t tell anyone or I’ll seriously kill you.” Rocket threatens, “Got it… but uh… can you do it again?”

- “you’re so goddamn lucky I don’t bite your hand off.” Rocket says as you pet behind his ears, you smile at him dreamily, “yeah, I know.”

- “don’t you dare go in there! You’ll die idiot!” Rocket yells at you, and in all the time you’ve known him you’ve never seen him so emotional. Even when you both thought you lost groot in the battle with Ronan. “I have to! Quill is out there!” you say, “and you better not shoot at me too!” you say, referring to the fact he just shot gamora to keep her from chasing after Peter. He grabs your wrist, and you see tears in his eyes. “Please.. you can’t… I can’t… you’re the one person… I can’t lose..”

- You are everything to rocket. He’d never tell you that, but you’ll certainly tell him. It leads to you wondering if you care more about him than he cares about you. As you confess these feelings to Rocket, he sighs deeply, grabbing your hand. “I… you’re… you’re the whole galaxy to me.. I’m sorry I never knew how to tell you that.”

- you dragged Rocket around, which to him felt like forever. It wasn’t a bad way to spend the day, but he made it seem like an eternity was passing by. “Why are you dragging me around with you anyway.” “Because I like dragging you around. Cause I like you.” He groans. “You’re such a freakin sap.” “You love it.” You smile at him giddily. And for once, he smiles back. “Yeah. I do.”

- you felt a rope wrap around your ankles and pull you to the ground. You land straight on your face. Instead of being nice to you for once and being a good boyfriend, Rocket simply laughs in your face. “Rocket if you keep laughing at me I will cut your nails!” making rocket shut up pretty quickly. Works like magic.

- “wake up!” You say, slapping your boy right in the face. “Ow! What the hell was that for!” “Saw it in a show Peter watches! Thought it would help!”

- you push Rocket into quills ship, as he tries to converse with a man from the nova corps as to why he should be allowed to literally steal. “Get in you big moron.” “Who you calling the big moron?! Drax is right there for you to insult!”

- “don’t worry babe, I’ll get us out of here” Rocket says with a smirk and a wink, before literally getting tossed away by drax straight into the enemy. By the time he comes back, surprisingly in one piece, you look down at your boyfriend who’s crawling on the ground back towards you. “I’m sure.”

- “I’m working on my anger, really I am. But can you please for the love of Christ stop letting drax in our room.” Rocket says, clearly exhausted. “I didn’t.” “Well I know I didn’t! Why are you lying?!”

- “I could never be mad at you groot.” You smile, giving the baby a light hug so as to not hurt him. “I am groot?” “Rocket is a different story baby.” “Oh Cmon!”

- “y/n I love you but there’s literal plants growing from your shelves because you haven’t cleaned them.” “No there isn’t.” “Oh am I supposed to believe groot is growing mushrooms now?”

- “aww! Rocket you softie!” you grin, scratching his head affectionately as he tries to get you off of him. “No I’m not!! Get off!”

- Rocket gives you a noogie, as you beg him to knock it off with a smile and a giggle on your face. “Not until you admit you like me!”

- you hold your hand out to rocket, giving him the widest grin he’s ever seen on your face. No matter how much he doesn’t want to, he allows it, because he’d give anything to see you smile like that forever. He grabs onto your hand, “just so you know, I can’t dance for shit.” you giggle, “I know.”

- you hear Rocket purr, and man he purrs loud. Your almost positive if anyone walked into this room, they’d hear it even from the door. You purred yourself, but it’s rather quiet especially when in comparison to your boyfriend. “What’s with that dumb grin on your face?” Rocket mumbles, sleepily, taking in your features. “Your purring.” “Tch no I’m not, that’s you.” “You cannot lie straight to my face about this one, it’s not working.”

- “why did you come back? We both know I don’t matter. Not really..” you say, looking down. And it’s the first time ever, rockets ever hurt you physically. He slaps you right in the face, and you widen your eyes, holding onto your cheek. “Ow! What was that for?!” “That was for being a fucking idiot. I was knocking some sense into you!” “Well you didn’t have to slap me!” “Listen to me!” he grabs onto your shoulders, an emotion in his eyes is one you don’t recognize, but it feels raw and powerful. “You matter to me. You are the most important person in my life. I would come back for you, again and again, every single time, if it meant keeping you safe.”

- “I hate you.” “That means I love you, in our own secret language.” “No it doesn’t.” Rocket denies, “Yes it does!!”

- he chases you around on all fours, as do you, around knowhere. He finally catches up to your speed. “Where the hell are you taking me?” “You’ll seee!” You say in a singsong voice, running off, with him trailing behind. “God I hate when you do that.”

- “we should have a cool secret handshake!” “What? No!” “Why not? We’re dating right?” “What the hell does us dating have to do with a secret handshake!”

- it’s been years since he last saw you. Finally, thanos was gone and his family was back, you were back. You finally saw him, and with a soft smile you waved to the person you fell in love with all those years ago. Watching you, he felt himself falling in love all over again. He ran towards you with insane speed, tackling you to the ground in a big hug. “Miss me?” You laughed, hugging back. “Shut up.”

- “are you… perhaps… jeaaaaloussss?” you say in that singsong tone you use so often around him that he seems to hate so much. At this point you can’t even tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or if he’s playing it up. His ear twitches in annoyance. “I am not jealous I was protecting you from him! That guy was totally gonna eat you for dinner!” “Yeah! Okay!” You laugh.

- you vividly remember something about drax saying he literally ate you and rockets species for .. dinner. “Not helping!” Rocket yells back, but you look up at the muscular male with concern. “You ate my kind too?” “Do not listen to him y/n!” Rocket yells back.

- “Cmon sweetie, did you ever have any doubt I had a plan?” “Psh. Yeah I did.” “Oh Cmon let me have this! I totally impressed you with my awesome plan!” “Yeah yeah…” you smile, crossing your arms. “I guess you did” giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Hell yeah I did.” He smirks.

- “hate to cut you short on your little ramble about how much you love me hun but can we kill these guys first?” “Ugh! You always shut me out!” “I swear I’m not doing that this time babe there is a literal space monster after us!”

- “Psh! I’m not dumb..! Am I dumb?” You turned to your boyfriend, who would normally agree that you’re a fucking moron but for once, for your sake, he’s nice. He pats you on the shoulder, “Cmon they’re just jealous baby.” “Awwwwww” you smile giving him a hug. “Nevermind I take it back! You’re a fucking bigger moron than drax!” “Cant take back what you said!” “Yes I can!”

#marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader #mcu x you #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket racoon x reader #rocket x reader

[an-au-blog]

Thinking about Shuggy college au and got to thinking about the relative ages of other characters and now I’m thinking of end of High school aged Frobin. Robin is that loner goth girl turned popular goth girl that is still seen as a bit odd but she’s smart and helpful and has a slightly morbid sense of humor that just endears her to her classmates. Franky is that loud jock who comes to school in way too short shorts even when the weather doesn’t permit for it. You’d think he’s a huge dumbass from the way he acts sometimes but he actually knows a lot of stuff and gets decent grades and is pretty nifty with machines (Also sometimes babysitting his kid neighbor Usopp and teaching him how to not hit his thumb with a hammer). Both of them having this kind of „end of a slow burn“ relationship where Franky is trying to gather his nerves and tell his long term friend that he has feelings for her and it’s completely fine if she doesn’t, but also she’s going to move to college after the end of this school year and he’s afraid about what that means for them and not to mention he’s „smart“ but Robin is like „SMART smart“ and is going to study history and oh GOD what if this is the thing that makes them loose contact and Oh god, oh no, oh fuck.

… probably ends with her just spontaneously taking his hand and asking HIM out, completely oblivious that he has been fretting over this for almost an entire school year. Just felt like the right thing to do to her. A decision she made right that moment.

I... I never really calculated her years in the college au and at first I thought, pft, she won't be that old but then... like she IS around 10/11 years older than Luffy and assuming he's around 5/6 she'd be in her last years of school omg D:' I'm supposed to be good at math how did I not see this???

Also you have no idea how happy I am, this is my first frobin ask I was so happy when I saw it and then my happiness doubled because it's the college au hahaha :')

If I haven't given you a name, can I call you Franon? Or Fronan?? (haha cuz frobin + anon...)

(Edit: by the time I was halfway through writing this post, I realized I've written an entire subplot lol':))

Robin is definitely that weird kid in school that's a bit too smart for her own good and most teachers just think she's a smartass. The type that even though she moved schools and now she's pretty (and still a bit weird, just hides it better), she still has the outcast mentality. She doesn't know how to be herself and she definitely doesn't know what to do, react or even comprehend that someone wants to be friends with her. Let alone to be interested in her romantically.

Franky on the other hand is so outgoing because he's so weird. People will see him in a blizzard in his short shorts and sunglasses and go "how the heck are you not cold". He'd respond with "oh, I'm freezing! I have a parka and two cotton shirts under there!" and people would laugh along. The type to high-five and greet random people he's talked to once as if they've been friends for ages. I feel like he'd also kinda be the class clown but in a somewhat respectful way. There's a meme about someone calling Prometheus a mad lad and then Hermes a Chad, and I feel like that would be his vibe.

Also, I'm sorry Fronan/Franon, but I'm absolutely stealing the idea that Franky babysits Usopp and they have fun arts and crafts type of bonding. He'll need it for the stuff I've been planning for him and Yasopp >:]]]

Everyone assumes he's a moron, but it's until Robin sees him in one of his extracurricular advanced classes that she realizes he's not only smart but funny and fun to be around. It turns out that they also have a lot in common and quickly become friends.

Also him overthinking it and her asking him out is so on brand imo and I absolutely love it. And maybe here comes into play the fact that he's so friendly with everyone so he automatically assumes people like him so he doesn't know what signs for romantic feelings look like? And how she doesn't think anyone could like her in that way? I can imagine him trying to talk himself out of it because she's going places and what could he give her to make her be with him anyway. While she's sitting next to him already planning a schedule for their talks for their long distance relationship.

And of course, their long distance relationship works very well. They both love each other so much they try their best to have at least two or three nights to talk. In fact, their relationship has a very strong foundation of getting to know each other because of the physical separation.

Or so I'd like to think hehe :')

#frobin #one piece frobin #college au #franky x robin #robin x franky #op #answers

[002yb]

I absolutely adore your DickJay fics, scenarios, and thoughts! They're so fun. I am curious, though. What are your headcanons on the other Bats reaction/opinions on their relationship? What members are supportive? Do any of them disapprove?

Oh, anon. The way my thoughts scattered every which way with this hahaha. We've got a little bit of everything here; vibes separated by bullet points. ٩(๑ơలơ)۶♡

Bruce

Simultaneously overprotective and aggressively supportive; wars with himself over how his dear boy is defiling his darling baby boy and like, he doesn't know how he feels about it. On the one hand, fuck Dick. On the other, there's no one that Bruce trusts more with Jason. So. Both earnest and begrudging acceptance.

'Don't get weird about it,' Jason says. Only Bruce gets weird about it anyway. Just so intense that it's embarrassing. Fuck forbid Bruce remembers his own anniversaries, but he'll send reminder texts to them both and send them congratulatory flowers or champagne the day of. Just weirdly involved despite keeping to the fringes.

Forever oblivious. Doesn't matter what precarious situation he catches dickjay in, it never registers. 'World's greatest detective' title revoked.

Pragmatic. Uncaring so long as it doesn't impact work. Seemingly indifferent, but would capitalize on what relationship can mean for his mission. Would probably try to use Dick to manipulate Jason.

Not supportive. No blessings given. Unfortunately this sort of situation feels more like Bruce holding onto grievances with Jason and not trusting him to not corrupt Dick's morals (though like, lbr; Dick doing a lot of corruption/defilement in his own right lol).

Tim

Accepting, supportive, but also very done with these two morons because dickjay harass him with their shenanigans (intentional and not); so tired.

The above, but Tim is sort of into it (freaky freaky (*°∀°)=3)

Pragmatic. Would play their feelings for each other to his favor. Not usually in a negative way, but not above it. Generally indifferent to the feels, just sees the utility in it.

Damian

Protective of Dick (but supportive)

Protective of Jason (begrudgingly supportive after a period of failed attempts to sabotage Dick hahaha; just a whole jealousy thing because Jason is Damian's and Dick is infringing on what isn't his and Damian's patience is short and his tolerance at the end of its rope so help him Grayson, Damian will fuck him up if he fucks Jason - sorry, fucks up Jason in any way).

Protective of both and at a standstill because of it (still supportive, but too many shovel talks too little time).

Oblivious. Just oblivious.

The above would be fun in a fic where father dearest, world's greatest detective, is also oblivious lol. It runs in the family.

Devastated, but bears the heartache well (unrequited crush on Jason)

Have I made it apparent that I really like Damian crushing on Jason? Because I do. Weird place to ask but if anyone has a fic rec with this premise (bottom!Jason if anything veers that way lol) then like, yes please??

Adamant supporter because it's like his second dad/mom are hooking up. Dick and Jason are the only people worthy of each other in Damian's eye, so it works. This Damian is having a good time, given Bruce won't make an honest woman out of Talia (alternatively, Talia isn't making an honest man out of Bruce either so lol)

Cass

Supportive, no doubt or question to it

Teasing (specifically of Jason hahahah she can fluster him so easy; she sees why Dick enjoys it).

Alfred

Supportive. Content. Pleased.

Concerned, given both boys are dear to him and both are moderate disasters. He doesn't want any heartbreaks. ):

Exasperation because he finds them all over the manor, without fail.

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Thank you so much, by the way!! It makes me all sorts of happy that you enjoy my stories and the little informal things I put out there. (´⌣`ʃƪ)♥ Thank you for the engagement, too! This was a lot of fun. Have a lovely weekend, anon~ ♥♥♥

#jaydick #dickjay

[howl-fantasies]

Hi!!

Okey so... After reading that story ab Oswald being kinda nice to reader I realised I needed more >.< and thought how funny it would be if Victor walked into a room to see Ozzy and Reader bonding, and Zsasz is like (:l ugh unexpected(?

Idk e.e Would love to see what your beautiful mind can do with this uwu *tips fedora*

A/N - Hahaha! I really like the idea of the two bonding and basically everyone thinking it absolutely weird and creepy 😂

Here you go dear, I hope you'll like it and not fret too much with those two being friendly with each other 🥰

Warning: English mistakes, it's not my first language but I'm working on it. And that's it I think... Maybe a little bit of blood at the beginning, it's Gotham after all...

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The noise of the bullet hitting the last skull just echoed in Oswald's meeting room, inside of his manoir. At his feet, was now laying the fifth corpse of the morning, their blood slowly staining one of his expensives carpets.

Not like he minded at this very moment. The new king of Gotham was more focused on the fact that five unknown men managed to crack his security system and successfully passed in front of his goons, who were supposed to guard his HQ, while he was outside with Y/N and Victor to put some iron sense into the thick heads of some stupid thugs operating without Penguin's license. While Victor stayed in town to kill the last dissidents, Cobblepot and Y/N came back to his mansion.

"Unbelievable." He scoffed, pushing with one of his shiny shoes the shoulder of the corpse to turn it around. "How did those imbeciles missed five freaking men barging in their boss' house?!" He now yelled, his face turning red as he shook with anger.

He saw the tall woman accompanying him slowly crouch to take a closer look at the dead man. She was tilting her head slowly from left to right like she always used to do when she was in deep thoughts, reminding Cobblepot of a hawk.

"Well?" He screeched.

The brunette ignored him, making his nostrils flare. But he knew better than yelling like a mad man when he saw one of her hands grabbing the corpse's left arm and pulling his shirt to expose his shoulder to reveal a tattoo.

"What is it?" He muttered as he leaned a bit to see the thing better.

Y/N let the arm fall on the floor in a loud "thud" and turned her head a bit to be able to see Oswald better. "I know you're more into birds, but I thought you'd be able to recognize a snake, Oswald dear", she mocked a bit with a huge grin, only earning a 'tsk' and an eyes roll.

"You perfectly know what I meant you tart. Have you ever seen this?" He grumbled.

She lifted up swiftly and lazily stretched. "Hmhm I did." She started to answer, now brushing some invisible dust on her expensive black jacket. "This ugly thing is the logo of one of Carmine's ex-rival gang, the Ripoli family, if my memories are correct".

The news made Oswald frown hard. Of course the rivals of Falcone would now target him to try to win what they weren't able to claim while the old Italian man was still on the throne.

He will have to plan a meeting with them first for Victor and Y/N to identify clearly the heads of the organization, then order a proper execution.

No one tries to kill him like a coward and stay alive long enough to try it a second time. His thinking had to stop when a heavy sigh and a horrible curse reached his ears.

"I swear I'm gonna bring them back from death to choke them with a fucking plastic bag!" The assassin swore, holding in front of her the right side of her jacket and staring at a fresh hole on the higher border of the pocket.

"That moronic dude didn't just have to be a shitty shooter, he also had to rip it off with his fucking knife! It was a gift from Carmine for God fucking sake!" She spat as she kicked said man's head with her hig heels boot.

Oswald watched the scene in deep fascination. If there was something he could understand perfectly, it was her rage. Clothes were something sacred in his opinion as well as his family's, as his father once told him.

Even if he cringed at the colorful insults the woman in front of him was shouting, he had to empathize. The jacket was a beautiful piece, made in high quality silk and, even more important, custom made.

He let a heavy sigh out of his mouth and limped until he went just next to her, pushing her hands away to have a better look at the carnage. "Not like there is something to do with it anymore, it's ruined Oswald. Can you let me go now and stop your pawing?" She sneered.

Her jest was immediately met by a slap on her left arm, supposed to keep her on her spot. "Stop moving idiot, I think I have something which can fix it in my studio." He said calmly, before he let the jacket go and start to walk outside of the room to the place he mentioned, indicating her to follow him with a move of his hand.

Y/N had to raise a doubting brow at this but decided to give it a shot. After all, if there was something she was absolutely trusting Cobblepot with, it was fashion and sewing.

Once inside of the room, she first heard him fumble from the side of the room, just next to the platform and the huge mirror. "I know I have a similar silk somewhere that I kept after making Ed's dark green suit." He informed, still sorting out all the fabrics he had.

"You were the one who made it? Damn! So that's what the two of you were doing in that room." She sounded disappointed and her innuendo won a glare from Oswald who momentarily stopped what he was doing, too stunned by her audacity.

"What is that supposed to mean, Y/N?" He asked slowly, in a guarded tone, just to see if she would poke him more viciously. She didn't, though, on the contrary. The woman assassin raised her hands in an attempt to ease his starting anger.

"I didn't want to sound mean or mocking. I truly was rooting for you guys. And I'm genuinely sad your bromance didn't end well." She said. "But nevermind. You made one hell of a piece with his costume! You're truly talented I have to say" She cheered as she put her thumbs up in front of her for him to see.

Again, he was so taken aback that he brutally stopped his fumbling to stare at her like a second head had grown just next to her own. She even wore a gentle smile he never had the chance to see before.

Not her stupid half or toothy grins, no. A real smile. She was indeed a beautiful woman, he had to recognize. And couldn't stop the warmth he now felt on his cheeks and the back of his neck.

Cobblepot cleared his throat and turned back in front of his fabrics, finally seeing the one he was looking for. "Ah! Here it is. What do you think?" He asked as he extended it in front of him.

She took a few steps to be able to touch it and put her arm against it to see if the green wouldn't be too light. "I'm no specialist here dear, but I think it'll do. I really like the color." She nodded slowly, her eyes moving up to catch his. "What do you think though?"

The little man looked at the juxtaposition of the colors, moving the fabric on different angles to see how it would look under the sun or the lights. "Go on the platform for a second" He asked.

She indulged him, letting Oswald manipulate her arms and the side of the jacket, trying different way to incorporate the dark green silk. "I can't only put it here or it will look strange." He mumbled and she hummed to agree.

"Since it's just situated on the border of the pocket, I can remove both of them and replace it with the new fabric. I would recommend to do the same with the collar. Small touches like these will make it beautifully and people will see it as an intentional artistic choice. Plus green looks good on you I have to say", He detailed.

The look of total wonder in her dark eyes made him go red all over again. "What now?!" He screeched awkwardly. She blinked once before answering. "Dude, why are you at the head of a gang, you'd totally rock as a stylist." She said, again in genuine gentleness.

Oswald shrugged and cleared his throat to try to muffle his swelling pride. "Well I'm also very talented at plotting. And, as another talented plotter, you know it, Y/N." He said.

She pointed him with her index finger and nod solemnly "Damn right you are dear. You're one of the most clever plotter I ever seen, I recognize it".

He felt his smile grow without even thinking about doing the action. This moment was truly priceless he thought. Her statement as well as the respect he saw in her eyes was a greet achievement. Not everyone can boast about being recognized as good at something by the woman, and win her admiration? Goodness even less people entered in this category.

"Uuuuuh... Unexpected?!" A flat voice he knew too well resonated from the door.

Standing with a gun in each hand, Victor was currently looking at them like someone put something in his drink making him see pink elephants everywhere.

Oswald and Y/N took a few steps back to be able to face him properly. "Knocking Victor! We discussed this!" Cobblepot shouted as he was folding the piece of fabric he previously manipulated. "Anyway", he continued. "You're here, finally. Five men broke inside of the house, Y/N took care of them. She thinks they are from the Ripoli's family".

The hitman nodded a few times, his eyes still on them and how Oswald helped his wife out of one of her favorite jacket, talking about some measurements and other bullshit he wasn't sure he wanted to know. However, what he wanted to know, aside from the bodies in the house when he arrived a moment ago - which Oswald explained. Was the silence.

Well, not really the silence, but the - for once- calm voices of Oswald and Y/N having what looked like a quiet and polite conversation. What in hell was that?! Unbelievable. Truly.

"Something's wrong with Carmine's gift? ." Asked Zsasz, while putting back his guns in his holsters, his usually empty eyes still staring at the strange duet.

"Well it's not really what I wanted you to remember about my previous little briefing, Victor", grumbled Oswald. He was now putting some dark green string in a needle. "One of the Italians currently drenching my floor damaged this beautiful piece. It would be criminal to throw it away. That's why I'll fix it." Said Oswald, like he was talking to a five years old.

"Uh-uh", Said Victor, still deeply disturbed by the whole situation.

Just behind Oswald, Y/N showed the other assassin one of her bests grins. "What with the face, Dearest? Oswald and me discovered we had at least something in common. Aren't you happy for us?" She taunted.

The bald man frowned a bit. "Not sure", he muttered between gritted teeth, making her snort and his boss let out an irritated 'tch'. "As your boss, and a fashion enthusiast, it's my duty to provide help when it's within my capacities" Said Oswald like it was an evidence as he started his taylor's work.

"If you say so, boss", answered Victor, his eyes fixed on the complex work he was witnessing. The curves of his wife blocked his view though, and he caught himself checking out if she had any injury. Call it a reflex at this point. She was doing the same, he noted.

When she reached him, she was still wearing her taunting smile, which was grewing bigger as Cobblepot was making a few comments for himself about this or that point to put here. "We got a bit carried away I have to say", she chuckled and shrugged, having to snap her fingers a few times in front of his face to grab his attention back.

"Carried away? Sweetness you were being civil, with Penguin. Even your most wicked mind games never brought me so close to a brainfuck." He whispered.

Another chuckle answered him. "Maybe next time I'll tie you to a chair and make you watch Oswald and me having a tea party and bonding with each other even more." She jested.

"Please don't. Gives me the creeps." He breathed. Frankly. Y/N and Oswald insulting each other was like Gotham and corruption: indissociable. A constant. Any thug in town knew it even before knowing what the two look like. Now them chit-chatting and bonding was concerning. As if the fragile balance of order was suddenly breaking, giving its place to chaos.

"Dearest?" He heard her called.

"Victor?" Also called Oswald.

He blinked, getting out of his spiraling mind. Both of them were now standing in front of him, looking at him like he was going to faint. He wasn't far.

The hitman took a deep inspiration under their worried eyes. "Please stop it" He asked.

"Uh?" They stupidly asked in sync. That was creepy.

"Maybe he needs to sit, Oswald" Y/N suggested, putting her right hand on Zsasz's shoulder and squeezing it a bit.

"Good idea, Y/N, help me taking him to the chair would you?" Penguin answered, putting his other hand on his other shoulder and guiding him near the seat.

"Seriously guys, quit it", muttered the hitman, letting the duet helping him to sit.

"I'm going to bring some water", said his wife.

"Take it at temperature, I'm afraid a cold bottle would aggravate his state of shock", said Oswald.

"I agree", she nodded while gently taping Victor's jaw.

"STOP BEING FRIENDLY GODDAMMIT!" Zsasz finally yelled, making the two jolt in surprise. "It's not natural" added the bald man while brushing his hands against his face, missing the shared glace between Oswald and Y/N and their synchronized shrug.

Their little bonding session and newfound friendship were only temporary, it was Gotham after all. Both knew it.

A/N - I hope you liked it! 🥰

#gotham #gotham imagine #gotham x reader #gotham fox #victor zsasz #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #gotham fandom #gotham villains #gotham incorrect quotes #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #Oswald Cobblepot gotham #gotham victor zsasz #Fluff gotham

[sweatandwoe]

Kitten (1/2)

Different daily drabble because this took over my brain today tagging @vasiktomis and @six-feet-sleep come get your kitten Marcus juice

Pairing: Silco x Marcus Tags: MDNI, Silco, Marcus, Marcus is Silco's discord kitten, Sugar Daddy relationship (kinda), Lying, Part 1 is Funny hahaha while Part 2 is funny because I'll get questions about my mental health, Marcus is that bi guy who didn't realize he was bi until he got pursued by another man and realized he liked it a lot

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Marcus knew he had fucked up. That going along this far is probably the stupidest, most moronic thing he has ever done. If Grayson found out, she’d give him that disappointed stare that she did that made him feel like he was eight years old again. 

He had just wanted Nitro so badly. And Silco had been handing it out to him like it was free candy. All he had to pretend was to be this cute woman he found as a stock image and act interested in Silco.

It was easy pretending to be interested in another man, despite Marcus having no experience prior to it. He just told Silco things he’d like to hear. 

Now he is in a world of shit, one that he can’t get out of. As it turns out, all that big talk in chat probably wasn’t a lie, Silco had connections and wasn’t shit talking about his wealth. Or maybe when he had been talking big to Marcus in DMs, trying to impress him, his ‘illicit activities’ weren’t as fabricated or funny as Marcus had initially thought. 

It certainly wasn’t funny when he checked today and saw Silco had dropped his IP address in the DMs, his address, and his entire name. With only one thing typed underneath: Answer when I call. 

There was no point in not answering, trying to cover it up, or pretending that to still be the girl he had lured Silco in with. He had even removed his avatar.

Now he just stares at the screen, feeling the sweat drip down his back. Wondering what Silco would do for the call, or how he’d Finally, it starts to ring, and after a moment to tremble, feeling his eyes sting and throat tighten, he accepts the call.

Silco is quick to jump into the conversation, his voice surprisingly neutral and not angry. “Hello, Marcus.” 

He swallows, trying not to focus too much on the voice, other than acknowledging it was surprisingly nice. Usually, guys who played the edgy card were usually more meek sounding, but Silco sounded like he is literally holding a knife when he spoke. “Hello, S-Silco.” 

There’s a pause, the sound of a click, and then some typing on the keyboard. His voice is smooth and deep, and neutral again.  “You don’t have your camera on, Marcus.”

“My camera?” He blinks, eyeing the webcam. It was mainly used for zoom meetings for his current training. “You want to see me?” 

“Of course, I want to see you, kitten.” The nickname sends Marcus almost sputtering, cheeks flaring red. 

“Even though I’m a man?” 

There’s a tut, and Silco’s tone turns an oddly tender note. “Is that why you hid from me? You thought I wouldn’t like you, Marcus? That I wouldn’t be interested in you because of your gender? I bet you’re lovely.” 

Okay, that had something stirring in his stomach, which was surprisingly not a negative feeling. “I thought you’d hate me if I told the truth.” That wasn’t a lie entirely, he had been quite sure Silco would’ve just never spoken to him again, maybe after outing him to the other chats. Not the whole finding his address and full name thing, but at least now Marcus

“I think it would take a lot for me to hate you, kitten.” Silco’s voice purrs, and Marcus can feel the heat expanding over his face, up to his ears. “Now, I want to see you. I think Daddy has waited long enough.” 

After a few moments of hesitation, Marcus turns on his camera, sitting back straight into his chair. Silco doesn’t turn on his, not that he wasn’t expecting him to. Marcus sits for a moment, blushing horribly in his stupid gaming chair while Silco observes him and he just has to sit there, unable to even view the other man in return. The dark-haired man half-expects Silco to end the call, but then he finally speaks. 

“Marcus?”

“Yes?” He asks, voice timid as he glances into the camera, before trying to straighten himself out, to keep his head held high instead of the meek, shrimpy form he had been doing. 

There’s a sigh, but it sounds happier on the other line than disappointed or upset. “You’re stunning. Better than I could’ve ever imagined.” 

No point in trying to hide or deflect it now, Marcus can feel how red his face is getting. He's never been called stunning before, and it’s causing an odd flutter in his chest. One he’s only ever felt for women before. 

Maybe he wasn’t as straight as he thought. “Thank you, Silco.” 

“Now, tell me about your day. I want to hear your voice for as long as I can hold you here.” 

So Marcus began to. Chatting with the other man for a little over an hour, as he checked his emails and made sure everything is updated. The topics changed from how days were going, to dinner plans, to Silco even offering to buy Marcus something, which he only tried to refuse a little. 

It turns out Silco is very wealthy, and also now Marcus’s sort of boyfriend. Okay, no definite boyfriend. They were going to watch a movie now on call tomorrow night. 

The call ends after an hour, with them both still messaging each other during Silco’s meeting he had it for. Talking far more than they ever had throughout the day, and ends when Silco forcefully declares goodnight, after being reminded of how early he has to get up tomorrow. 

And throughout it, Marcus has never felt so wanted. It almost has him forgetting that Silco definitely has his address and personal information. 

That thought has his finger hover over the block button because he really should. That would be the healthy thing to do. But Silco sends him one more message right before he hits it. 

I hope you’re having sweet dreams, sweetheart. I miss you already. 

I used to want to be a cop, he thinks before swiping away from the block page and back into the DM. I miss you too. Get some sleep Silco. And then after a moment, he sends an emoji he hopes doesn’t come off as too desperate or interested or whatever the fuck. How did he flirt with guys? 

Silco sends a heart emoji in return, and it has his chest warm. Then a sleeping emoji, and the reminder has Marcus curling up into bed too. 

He glances over the block button once more, far less confident in it now. It wasn’t like Silco was a complete stranger, after all, he had been talking to him for over a month now, even if it was under a different persona. 

Silco just seemed like a lonely guy. And maybe Marcus could relate to that feeling a little too much. 

So he doesn’t block him or remove him from friends, or leave the servers. In fact, he does something even stupider. and reacts to his heart emoji with another emoji before shutting his phone off and going to sleep. 

He’ll awake to a very affectionate message, along with a gift card to go get breakfast. Marcus realizes he could very quickly get used to being spoiled like this. He had never had any partner pay for his breakfast before. 

He lies in bed, reading over the message twice, he thinks that maybe being Silco’s kitten wouldn’t be too bad. 

It might even be a little fun. 

A/N: Part 2 is gonna be NSFW, just so you know

#silco #arcane #marcus #marcus arcane #silco x marcus #mdni

[batstorm93672]

Jason whistled as he walked down the halls, stopping when he heard a strange noise from Damian's room. Knocking on the door, waiting to only hear the same sound.

Jason waited a few seconds as the noise kept going, then opening the door and walking in to see Damian laughing with tears down his face. Are those happy tears? Can... can Damian cry happy tears? "Heeeey. You, uh you doing alright there?"

Damian opened his eyes to look at Jason, he kept laughing in a strained and confusing manner. "Haha! D-Did you know as well?" "What?" Damian clutched his stomach as he laughed, barely able to keep his eyes open at whatever he found entertaining. "Hahaha I can't believe I didn't know! How foolish haha! Jason, hehe I wasn't wanted!" Jason didn't move, looking at him more, the bags under his eyes more visible. "Hahahahaha! I was never wanted for being myself! Haha! I'm such an idiot to think I was! Hehehehe what made me draw to such a conclusion anyways?" Damian's laughter was interrupted by a few hiccups and it somehow made him laugh more.

"Damian-"

"Haha! I saw the files, hehehe I really thought otherwise! Mother never wanted me-" Damian giggled like a child at a fair "-I am only meant for grandfather to use haha! How could I have doubted his words on my purpose in this world?"

"Damian stop"

"I bet everyone knew! Hahahahahahahaha! Should I be hurt that I wasn't a part of it until now? No! That's what makes it more funnier I bet! Heh it really is funny Jason"

"Damian stop talking"

"Why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny? Haha! Come on Jason lighten up, you must've known since you were sometimes watching over me, per grandfather's request even!" Damian snickered

"Damian that's enough"

"You need to lighten up! It's funny! It's- i-it's so funny hah... haha..." Damian stopped laughing, he kept his arms wrapped around his stomach. "It's funny... that I was such a moron. What else could my existence be? Not for love... never for love or friendships or family. It didn't matter, it never mattered" Jason sat down next to Damian and glanced at him in between a few seconds. "They're mocking me, I thought if I joined in... we could all laugh and have fun and they're bellowing with fits of laughter"

"You aren't meant to never love"

"Are you kidding? I'm meant to be used to keep grandfather stronger in the future. I was never loved, even my mother had me killed"

"Talia isn't in her right mind since she died more, Ra is fucked up in so many ways. You're with us now, he can't do anything to you now. Not when you are here"

"...father knew, it was in a file about me. Why didn't he tell me?"

"Bruce isn't good at confronting emotions, but I think this one was for a good reason. Your reaction now was distraught, he probably wanted to disregard that file and love you as a son not a tool for a mad man"

"Jason..."

"Yeah?"

"This joke is over correct?"

"It can be, unless you still got some laughter in you"

"I-" Damian sniffed as new tears surfaced "-I think I do"

With the river flowing down his face he grabbed onto Jason and held him.

#damian wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #ra al ghul is an asshole #talia al ghul #the angst is returning to me once more! #i had lost the angst ever since the 'alfred is dead and damian asks if his siblings hate him' fics #all my angst was put into that small series #and now it slowly begins anew like a phoenix #from the tears and ashes of the pain i am reborn!

[yesyourstalker]

Octarian superior: ALL RIGHT EVERY ONE UP!! I DON'T CARE IF YOUR HUNG OVER GET UP!!

Inkling caption: we have pain killers and meds for upset stomachs in the medical room.... Get dressed in your uniforms and line up after breakfast. The mission starts today.

Soldiers: *mumbling*.....*moaning*..... Yes sir.......

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Baja: so I joined after my folks kicked me out they told me either get a job, go to school or join the military...... And here I am today.... What about you Princess why are you here?

Warabi: oh...... uhhhh..... Will my parents cut me off from all their money and they told me to get a job and I did but they also wanted me to join the military or at least have some experience in the military so they sent me on this mission. That's pretty much it

Baja: wow sounds like something my folks would do if they were rich. Hahahahahaha

Warabi:hahahahahahahaha

Baja: You're all right princes- Warabi ......you said you work in the barnacle and diamond mall?.......... I went there once and it was pretty cool..... 5 years ago

Warabi: they remodeled a couple years back. You should see it looks really nice

Baja: hhhmmmnm.... Sure, maybe I can visit you too .......if you're still working there

Warabi: hehe... We'll see........... I like the tattoo. What is it?

Baja: oh it's an anglerfish skeleton. pretty sick right? I got it after a metal show.... Chum slingers.... You heard of it?

Warabi: I've heard of-

Neta:..*UGHH*...* Cough* .......* Cough*......uhhh.... shit.....*sniff*................. morning................. What are you kids talking about?........ Fuck my head...............

Warabi: look who decided to show up... Thought you'd stay hunched over that toilet the whole day.... you could of missed the mission

Baja: hahahahaha You were trashed!!

Neta: shut up!................. Nice Chum slinger tattoo you went to one of their-.... Oh...shit.....

Baja: what?

Neta: nothing, nothing. * Clear throat*........ you like Chum slingers?

Baja: Yeah I was telling Warabi..... I went to one of those shows and......... Holy shit! Are you Neta? You used to play for squid squad! I went to one of your shows! Dude you're amazing!

Neta: hehehe... Good to see a fan! Most people just get mad at me for replacing ikkan

Baja: No are you kidding me? I love ikkan, a big fan of his work but you. You match their energy a lot more when you joined. The way you use slap bass technique for splattack is amazing!!

Neta: hehe well.... hahaha thank you

Warabi: I'm going to go make a phone call

Baja: you think I can get an autograph...

Neta: sure.....

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Neta: Warabi!? Warabi!?...... Hey Where'd you wander off to?

Warabi: hmm oh uh I was just trying to make a phone call........ Trying to get mahi.....

Neta: oh did they answer?

Warabi: no... They probably went to work already.... Fuck I should have saved their number...*sigh*That's my last phone call too.

Baja: you can have my phone calls.

Warabi: you don't need to do that

Baja: No I insist. I have no one important to call anyway.

Warabi: oh thank you

Octarian superior: I NEED EVERYONE'S ATTENTION NOW!

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Inkling caption:.... Okay everyone. Unfortunately this is going to be the last day that you will see all three of us.

Random soldier: thank Cod!!

Other soldiers : *agreeing*

Inkling superior: SHUT UP YOU MORONS!!

Inkling captain: We have to separate the Splatoon in half, and you'll have new leaders. Here they are.....let me introduce you to........ 'the captain'........that's all they wrote down for their name. Strange...but ok ......Colonel Kane, lieutenant Reeves and General Anchor

Koi-koi: Good morning everyone!!

Captain 3 :

Neta: Koi?

Warabi: ikkan's mom!! ??

Koi-koi: It's good to see such young and vibrant faces..... Some familiar too.....*clap*.... Let's cut to the chase. My Splatoon is going to transport the great eel to the underground...... The other Splatoon is going to have to capture it first.

Lieutenant Reeves: everyone who is a fish or urchin comes with Anchor and I. All the cephalopods will be with Kane and The captain.. is that clear?

Soldiers: YES SIR

Koi-koi: Anchor do you have anything to add?

Lieutenant Anchor: No, what about you captain?

Captain 3:

Koi-koi:......... Okay....... not that much of a talker I like that...... all right... It's very stoic......hehehehehe.......EVERYONE TO THEIR STATIONS

Soldiers: YES MA'AM

Baja: so... I guess this is the last time we're going to see each other............ here take this. It's nice seeing you Warabi.

Warabi: oh........Thanks.

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Koi-koi: ohhhhhh my little boys!! My talented step son and my future son in-law!!! It's good to see you two!!!!!! [kisskisskisskiss]

Warabi: Hi Mrs Kane!

Neta: Hey Koi....Merv treating you well?.... marriage is good I hope?

Koi-koi: as well as a 35 year marriage can be........... Speaking of marriage..... Let me see the ring...... ohhhh it's beautiful......*sniff*..my little boy is getting married!!!!... I can't believe this!!..... Not to air out his dirty laundry, but he's.... He's not really one for romance or relationships...... hehehe Don't tell him I told you though hahahah... *Sigh*

Neta: he's romantic when he wants to be

Koi-koi: that's nice.....What about you sweetie pie? I saw you talking to that young man a couple minutes ago

Warabi: uhh no we're just friends... Hahah.... he just gave me his number to talk about stuff..... Music stuff

Koi-koi: Hay! What about you Captain? you have anyone in your life?:

Captain 3:

Koi-koi: ........hmm guess not....... Well.... Back to work boys.... Just check the radio... and the sonar. If you receive a message that they found the eel notify everyone else so they can open the cage.......

Neta: that sounds pretty easy......... Considering that we're doc, do you think we can get off the boat I just need to visit-Hay!

Koi-koi: nu ah-ah! I don't allow smoking in my ship...... You can smoke outside or you can smoke off the boat. Which you are allowed to leave but you have to be back in 1 hour..... We may be family, but on this ship I'm your superior and I'd like to keep it that way.......

Neta: technically I'm a major.... I just didn't get to go to my promotion

Koi-koi: maybe you should get to that... And I'm still a higher rank

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Warabi: ok.... They better pick up this time.......hey..... Mahi....... MAhi!!!! .....*crying*......You stupid idiot! I've been trying to contact you the past 2 days!!!!....... No, I'm not crying!! You're crying!!!!............ I'm not dead you asshole! Why would you think I would have died!!........ Okay that is true..... Yeah I would do that but I didn't and I'm fine...... What have you been doing?....... Wahoo world??? I want to go to wahoo world!!! .........That's it. When I come back I'm taking you to Wahoo land.......... Yes, I know it's a lot smaller than wahoo world but we've already gone to waterworld many times. All righ? We have better food anyway. Give me a break..............I miss you and I want to spend the whole day with you when I get back........ Tell you everything about this mission....... I also need to tell you about this cute guy that I met............... I don't know. It feels weird cuz he looks like you a little bit... ..... No, he's a lot taller and broader and his fin is a little bit shorter. He also has this really cute goatee............ I don't have a picture of him.... Well how the fuck was I supposed to know I'd run into a cute guy. I don't have a phone either....... Shut up!............. He's a tetra like you......... He doesn't look like you because he's the same species!! I didn't mean it like that!! He looks like you because .... he has .. similar eye shape........ You know what I'll text him when I get back and he'll send a picture. Shut up!!.... Love you bye..... Oh fuck. wait! Put ikkan on the phone......... Hey ikkan..... I'm doing good. You know I'm surviving..... I didn't know your mom was a colonel.... Yeah she's on the boat right now. You want me to get her....... Hello?........ Hello?... He hung up..

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#yay! agent 3 I mean my bad captain 3 #and ikkan's mom yay #If there is a wahoo world #wahoo land must exist #a lot of squid squad fans don't like neta because he replaced ikkan #squid squad fans would be low key toxic I just know it #Warabi is making friends #of course he would get close to ' alternate timeline' Mahi #colonel Reeves in Colonel Anchor Will be referred to as fishling superior and urchin superior #did Warabi do a microaggression? #ikkan loves his mom he just doesn't want his ear talked off right now #if he want to hear endless yapping he would of called Neta

[butter--peanut]

Hello! If you are still taking little prompts i would LOVE to know what was goin on in obitos head when kakashi was like 'hahaha come to my home use my shower have a drink maybe teehee' in kamui blues... xoxooxoxo

This is less cracky than you might have been expecting, anon, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Kamui Blues prompt request #14 (previous requests), Obito's PoV of Chapter 6, the scene in Kakashi's apartment, including his reaction to hearing "Companion" for the first time. t-rated, 2034 words.

Obito brushed the wet fog from the glass with his pale, bare hand, and stared at his reflection in the mirror of Kakashi’s bathroom.

He’d been distracted a moment before, by someone knocking on Kakashi’s door and chatting to him, and hearing the sentence are you fucking Tenzo before Kakashi had slammed the door on the intruder, and come on, Kakashi, surely you would have mentioned something like that to your roommate who you spend half your days with — and caught up with his irritation, he’d barely registered throwing on these clothes that Kakashi had left for him, until he reached the tough green material at the bottom of the pile.

Konoha’s shinobi flak jacket.

He’d never worn this before. Obviously not, when he’d spent one day as a Chunin before the world all went to shit.

He didn’t need to wear it. Kakashi had obviously given it to him as a joke. Kakashi’s Kamui buddy was nothing like a shinobi from this hidden village, and Kakashi would find it amusing to see his neighbour dressed up in such an outlandish costume.

He didn’t need to put it on. He could just walk out of the bathroom and throw it on the floor and make some offhanded complaint about Kakashi wanting him to overheat.

Kakashi’s clothes didn’t fit Obito properly — they were too tight around the chest and shoulders and too long in the arms, stupid lanky gorgeous body that Kakashi had — but the flak jacket was naturally loose, and it fit fine as Obito pulled his arms through.

Now he stared at himself, his ugly scars not as sharp in the blurry shimmer of the half-misted glass, and he saw…

For a moment, he saw a double life. A world where Obito had arrived in time to stop Rin’s self-sacrifice, and Kakashi had never revealed how terrible this world was, neither to Obito nor himself. Obito would have come back to Konoha with them both. He would have grown up with Kakashi and Rin over many years, not forced by blood-soaked skin to become an adult at the age of fourteen. He would have been playful with Rin, teased her and hugged her and gleefully accepted her payback. He would have insulted Kakashi, and Kakashi would have insulted him right back, and maybe without their baggage their insults would have one day transformed to something like their banter now in Kamui. At some point, Obito would have had to come to terms with being in love with both Rin and Kakashi. That inconsequential dilemma would have been the biggest point of anguish in his life.

And he would have worn this flak jacket, and he would have worn the leaf on his forehead.

But Kakashi hadn’t given him a hitai-ate today. Because, at the end of the day, this wasn’t his village. Not his home.

He grimaced, and his reflection’s scars bunched up in a harsh rictus.

Thinking about this was as moronic as it was painful. It was good that the world had revealed itself, because now he knew that he had to fix it. He had a chance to make a new history and a new future. That was the only path forward. There was no point imagining what might have been.

He put his mask back on, took one last look at himself (and yes: with orange swirling across his face, this costume was blatantly ridiculous), and went out to Kakashi.

Disoriented from his thoughts, he physically reacted to Kakashi’s offhanded comment that now people thought the two of them might be fucking. (Hah. Only possible in his final dream, maybe.) He sat on the floor against Kakashi’s bed, and maybe Kakashi noticed that his neighbour was a little unsettled, because he also seemed oddly awkward around Obito.

But then Kakashi pulled out a bottle of sake and sat next to him, so much closer than he’d ever sat in Kamui, and they poured for each-other, and Kakashi asked Obito about the latest novel he’d been reading, and Obito was effectively distracted, as the taste of nice alcohol and high-quality literature tended to do for him.

He talked, and Kakashi listened and drank, and the sun began to set.

He did love the books that Kakashi had picked out for him. But maybe even more than the books themselves, he loved that Kakashi seemed to enjoy hearing Obito talk about them, even if Kakashi himself couldn’t give a shit about language or aesthetics or emotional symbolism. Because that meant he liked listening to Obito himself, not just the content. He and Kakashi were friends now, in a way they’d never truly been as children when nearly all their conversations had been arguments. Kakashi did give him the time of day now.

Except that the alcohol seemed to have made Kakashi a little more relaxed than usual. His eye was closed and he was slouching against the bed.

So, not always giving him the time of day, apparently.

Obito said, “And in her third novel, Somedo understands the distinction between the profane and the profound, even if the characters themselves do not,” and glared at Kakashi, who still hadn’t spoken or moved from his resting position in several minutes, “and now you’re not even listening again, you jerk.”

But Kakashi satisfactorily repeated what Obito had just said, proving that he was, indeed, awake.

And then Kakashi opened his eye, looking at him from under his lashes, and his grey eye and silver hair glimmered golden from the bath of evening sunlight, and…

Was this world hell? It surely must be, but it was the most exquisite, breathtaking torture Obito had ever experienced.

Kakashi was gorgeous. Kakashi was ethereal. He was hyperreal, popping from his bedroom floor like some religious object cast in holy light. Obito wanted to worship him. Obito wanted to kiss him. Oh, fuck, he wanted to kiss him so much; just rip his own mask off and lean across the tiny gap between them and, sure, leave Kakashi’s mask on because he surely wouldn’t want to reveal himself, but that was fine; press his lips against the fabric and clutch the back of Kakashi’s neck and hold his divine body close; breathe in his scent that he sometimes caught when they sparred together…

He forced this train of thought snap-shut.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He was letting his mind go off on insane tangents this evening. It was probably the new location, being out in the world with Kakashi, not just in Kamui; but it was pathetic. It was pointless to even fantasise about kissing Kakashi. He needed to get a hold of himself.

And now he’d been staring at Kakashi for too long, obvious even with a mask.

Obito swallowed, cleared his throat. Distraction. Sake was a distraction.

The bottle was empty, but Kakashi guided him to the new sake bottle on the bench along the window of his apartment, and there Obito blinked, his musings in the bathroom coming back to slap him in the face when he saw the photo of Team Minato staring back at him, next to a photo of Kakashi’s Team Seven: his three students as Genin, and Kakashi beaming above them.

His new team, Kakashi said, and his old team.

Well, yes. The symmetry was striking.

Obito picked up both photos and brought them back to Kakashi. It seemed he was destined to think about the past tonight, dressed in this costume of what could have been, and he wanted to bring Kakashi’s thoughts in sync.  

And maybe he wanted to hear Kakashi say some nice things about a long-dead boy who had changed him at Kannabi bridge.

Kakashi didn’t let him down, even though it seemed at first as though he might.

Kakashi, indeed, gave Obito’s past self the biggest compliment he’d ever received.

He wasn’t that person anymore. But maybe there was hope for Obito’s dream.

“And you’re comparing your previous self to the Yondaime,” Obito prompted, pointing at Minato, feeling generous. Wanting to hear Kakashi talk about himself with pride, sharing all the progress that Sakura and Naruto had made recently.

“No,” Kakashi said quickly, and his body tensed, closing off, shoulders rounding as if in defence. “That’s where the comparison ends. I’m nothing like Sensei. Sensei could actually teach. Sensei wouldn’t have let his team fall apart for any reason other than their deaths.”

Oh, and wasn’t that a stupid comment Obito had made. Of course Kakashi was going to take any chance to criticise himself. Kakashi was the only person who couldn’t see how incredible he was.

And, as Kakashi sat glumly with the photos of his two teams, Obito noticed something startling.

Somewhere, over the last few weeks or months, all his anger for Kakashi had disappeared.

He didn’t blame Kakashi for revealing the world’s awfulness anymore. Indeed, it seemed ridiculous that he had ever blamed him. He’d known for many years that Kakashi had never intended to kill Rin; he’d been a victim of circumstance just as she had. Kakashi had been broken irreparably by his action. And why had Obito celebrated that? How could he have laughed at Kakashi’s pain in the past? How could he have watched Kakashi’s grief stuck against his skin thicker than the mask against his face and felt triumphant that Kakashi was broken?

Obito was revolted with himself.

This was why Infinite Tsukuyomi needed to happen: Kakashi needed to have his perfect dream. Kakashi wouldn’t feel pain in his dream. Kakashi would have everything he had ever desired.

In this moment, Obito wanted to help him so much that it was painful. And this sort of pain came with an odd déjà vu of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place, until he wound back the years and saw Kakashi laid out on the floor in front of a nin so much larger than him, eye slashed deep, and felt that same certainty that he would kill and die to save him.

Obito turned away as Kakashi sipped more sake, and he tried to keep his breathing even, tried not to spew out some jumbled mess about how Kakashi shouldn’t discredit himself when he was the only part of the world that was worthwhile, and when he turned back Kakashi had pulled himself together, now wearing a painfully fake smile that he often used around others but only rarely around Obito.

And Kakashi said, “Companion. This is becoming maudlin. Let’s turn to other topics.” 

And Obito had a whole other reason to force his breath to stay steady.

Companion?

What did — what could he possibly mean by that?

When Kakashi went to collect Obito’s clothes from the washing machine, Obito held his arms with his hands and tried to be rational.

Kakashi was drunk. Kakashi didn’t understand what he was saying. Kakashi wasn’t trying to imply that his Kamui buddy was someone closer than a friend. That Kakashi thought of him as a — a partner. The person he travelled with. Someone he cared for. Someone he trusted.

A life companion.

Ludicrous. He was inferring far too much from this. This was the problem with too much literature: seeing a single word and thinking of too many possible underlying meanings. He should give up reading entirely if this is what it led him to think.

Kakashi returned with Obito’s clothes, and now he was noticeably, adorably drunk, and Obito felt a rush of deep fondness on top of everything else he had experienced this evening, this tumble of intense emotions that would make any member of his old clan nod their heads in sympathetic understanding.

He touched Kakashi’s hands to stop his silly attempt at a drying jutsu, and he didn’t even try to keep the warmth out of his voice.

He was endlessly grateful that they would have the next few weeks or months together in Kamui. Kakashi didn’t truly think of him as a companion, but Obito could play pretend in the time they had. And after everything, in Obito’s dream, maybe Kakashi could take on that role.

If only he could convince himself that Kakashi could ever feel that way for him.

#kb prompts #bp answers #bp shortfic #kkob #obkk #kamui blues #it was fun to write this just after ch1 from Obito’s pov #because he has clearly changed so much in the last year #makes me want to write ch 3/4 from his pov too to show the shift happening but aaargh time #still I am happy with this #it soothed all the big obito feels I've had over the past few days

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Hey, I'm the anon who gave that list of food:

Lamo Aelys was so angry for no reason. She's deffo gon' be chaotic like her daddy. The new chapter was great. Venison with clotted cream and jam? Yikes. That is truly reprehensible. I love it. Looks like Babey's gonna be a mummy now. Daemon can't hit for like 3 months while Babey's recovering , hahaha. Great chapter! Gerardys needs to gooooooooooooo. He was so excited about the possibility of cutting Babey up. I don't trust the maester’s! Go ULLA! she's great, and yes, Daemon is a stupid boy. I agree 100%. Babey, being nervous, the babies won't like her crib preparations was 🥹🥹🥹. Daerons gonna be sooo excited about his new neice and nephew/ siblings.

Thannnnnnkkksssss

Hellooooo, nonnie! Thank you so so much for that food ask; I cannot tell you HOW MANY TIMES I have looked at it for inspo. It is a core part of my resource hoard now, haha! (It literally is - I have a tag that I compile writing resources for ASOIAF on for my own use, and I refer back to yours loads!)

Aelys was big grumpy, lol - prolly because she was pretzeled up and shoved out of a cooter ass-first, during which she’d have been dangling in the air by her mama’s cooch 💀 plus, she IS the drama. GTFO Daemon, your 2.0 has arrived, lol.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the chapter! I was originally going with venison and just jam, but the more I thought about it the more I was kinda into the idea of trying it; like, turkey and cranberries works, pork and stewed apples, why not venison and jam? So I added cream in there to really fuck it up - that made it disgusting enough for me, I truly hate cream (long story short, I had an eating disorder when I was a child that has forever put me off it plain/stand-alone dairy products - most I can tolerate is cheese so long as it isn’t overly processed).

Poor, poor Daemon - ain’t no peen-in-veen action for a while, haha! His dick is in daddy jail, he’ll have to find other ways to cope. You bet he’s got some fucked up countdown scrawled somewhere to the day he gets vag again! Gerardys was an ignorant moron, but I’m hoping Ūlla’s showed him the light and he’s gonna be less annoying in the future; he’s a trusted physician in canon, so we’ve got some inroads to make there, I suppose. I’ll give him some wins, help him out a bit.

I’m hoping to include some reaction scenes next chapter (still haven’t started haha, taking one more day and I’ll start planning on Monday) which should include Daeron! I love him so muuuuuch.

Thank you so much, nonnie! You have SAVED MY LYFE with your expertise!

#fanfiction comments

[madraleen]

Attack on Titan - Hajime Isayama Vol.22-25: A "Herein I Start To Lose My Mind" Commentary

-oh dina killed mama yeager?! er. that's. huh. how life works out

-what are you talking about, they're not the transformers, you literally INJECT THEM WITH TITAN SPINAL FLUID TO TURN THEM INTO TITANS AND THEN CALL THEM MONSTERS YOU MORON!?

-HE NAMED EREN AFTER THE OWL

-GODDAMN MANGA EXTRA SPECIAL POWERS AND THEIR GODDAMN TIME LIMITS, THIRTEEN YEARS FFS ARGH I HATE YOU

-if we time-jump to eren's weakening body when his time's up i'll kick something

-"I'm sorry. I can't hate anything anymore."

-so much juicy info, i cannot take it all in and i desperately want more

-sensei, did you specifically have levi say that eren is fifteen only because he looks seventy in the next panel?

-so wait, we're essentially at war with another nation that we didn't even know existed until a few days ago

-so fight genocide with genocide is the the marley logic

-...for real? that's a thing owl actually said, 'mikasa, armin and the others' or is eren confused?

-i'm sorry, but “i'll pick a fight with anything and everything that moves if it offends my sensibilities” eren is and will always be the best eren

-it's nice seeing eren empower armin, like armin's done so many times for eren

-who is this being eaten by dogs?

-this is the first time eren's not being transparent. i mean, he's not very good at it, but still

-okay, we're now about a year later from the first attack. i think.

-eren's hair is longer :)

-EEEEEE WE'RE SEEING THE OCEANNN

-WE'RE *IN* THE OCEAN!

-i have loved this story and the characters so much that i'm constantly worried that somewhere along the way i'll get disappointed

-HISTORY TEACHER ERWIN

-i was like, why is levi not a PE teacher or sth, but no, janitor's right, he's always cleaning up everyone's messes

-I WANT TO READ ATTACK ON SCHOOL CASTES!

-what four years? what is fort slava? where are we? is this a random concurrent war?

-I VOTE FALCO FOR OUR NEXT WARRIOR! YOUR NEXT WARRIOR. wait. whose side am i on again

-hilarious. marley persecutes the eldians for being the titan bloodline, while at the same time saying "the power of the titans is absolute" as it keeps them in their military. hilarious. (i am not laughing.)

-reiner with the facial hair, alright alright i see you

-this is disgusting. these are literal human-titan bombs. how dare you, marley

-it's weird to see that even zeke succumbs to the marleyans as an eldian

-paradis be like I'M THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE I EAT YOUR SHIPS FOR BREAKFAST

-"a force of flying freaks"?!?! WATCH YOUR MOUTH, ROYAL BOY!

-OH! galliard has ymir's titan? rip ymir.

-gabi is so entertaining

-eyyy, the reiner fam!

-oh we're touching on soldiers' ptsd, i see i see

-mannn... this "we're the good eldians, it's the island eldians that are the devils" rhetoric...

-reiner has aged fifty years in this family dinner

-i'm loving the marleyan chapters. a welcome respite, a welcome change of pov

-DON'T CALL OUT SASHA LIKE THAT REINER YOU JERK

-come now, that's jean slander

-marley has gone to war with everyone at some point, goddamn

-man, with all this info i wish i could go back and reread everything with reiner's pov in mind and catch all the little nuances. i mean, i CAN go back and read it, but you get what i'm saying.

-did eren actually look that bloodthirsty or is it reiner's pov, i can't remember anymore

-EEEEEEE REINER IS KILLING HIMSELF WHAT. wait. what about the armor titan?! he didn't do it, okay, but what was the plan here?!

-HOLD UP HOLD UP IS THAT EREN?! ARE THEY INFILTRATING MARLEY?! DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT

-is this grandpa yeager is eren meeting the fam

-hahaha reiner paying for the kids at the festival

-okay but that facial hair on eren? not working for him, no offense baby. on reiner? great, fantastic, good choice. on eren? bring the shaving cream

-WHAT WILL TYBUR ANNOUNCE JUST SAY IT, GODDAMN!

-yes, right, it's eren yeager that single-handedly opposes fritz's peaceful world, FUCK YOU

-OH OKAY EREN IS STILL ON FIGHTING MODE THANK GOD I WAS WORRYING HE'D MAKE HIMSELF A SACRIFICIAL LAMB

-no wait i'm scared i'm not convinced, how is this helping paradis, this is making things worse

-if eren turns himself into a sacrificial lamb for any reason, like sacrifice himself in a 'kill your bad guy to have peace' way, i'm actually gonna be angry. FIGHT! that's what we've always said. FIGHT!

-(i can't wait to see the paradis' people pov, this has been all so distancing)

-i think it's knowing that "the end was divisive" that's destroyed me. when i started the manga, it was a fact, something to go 'haha' about. now that i'm invested, i'm like BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHAT IF I DON'T LIKE THE ENDING? WHAT IF IT SULLIES EVERYTHING THAT CAME BEFORE?

-i am in peak obsession, that's it, i've peaked.

-bon appetit eren. enjoy that tybur i guess

-in this endless cycle of violence gabi can be marley's eren, you know. she WILL destroy you if you get her mad

-ah udo getting crushed by the mob... that's the worst

-do we want this, do we want to fight war hammer, i don't understand the plan 

-EEE PARADIS WHOOSH WHOOSHING

-eren please go home. i don't know what this is about yet, but mikasa is right

-ah yes, hi jean. i see the true mark of boys growing up is long hair and facial hair

-OH this wasn't a plan-plan, it was eren! PLEASE GIMME POV PLEASE, eren, bb, what are you doing. eren bb mikasa's still saving your ass, eren talk to us

-and hello sasha, i see the true mark for girls growing up is cutting their hair shorter

-CONNIE SHORT HAIR AND NO FACIAL HAIR HE'S THE MVP HE'S THE HERO WE NEED

-LMFAO GALLIARD BOOKED IT at the thought of levi

-C'EST LEVI MY HEART MY LOVE MY ANGEL MY PRIDE AND JOY MY TREASURE MY-

-what are we doing here guys why are we here :'( EREN WHAT DID YOU DO

-i don't know, eren, at this point... chomp man chomp! *FACEPALM*

-levi my love you are so beautiful.

-everyone: uniforms. levi: A CAPE

-please, please spare me from this hell i just want to read attack on school castes please

#attack on titan #attack on titan manga #manga commentary #manga #some of these comments didn't age well ehe

[leam1983]

On Bilateral Systems

So, let's say you're me. Your ears are fucking up, and you know you're due for a full cleanup and a potential exam. You can either:

visit a private clinic for beaucoup bucks but no wait time whatsoever

visit a public clinic after going an appointment process that might take weeks - but which is free.

My father's the unrepentant French-Canadian Nationalist of the family and sees it as a point of pride that I prioritize using the system that was designed by us Québécois for us Québécois. In no uncertain terms, he calls me a moron for even entertaining the notion of wanting to fast-lane this by coughing up a few hundos.

So, to assuage him, I gave the public process a shot today. One phone call at the main hotline got me on-hold for twenty minutes, after which a call center op cross-reference my phone number with her database. She then gave me another phone number to call on my own, saying it'd patch me through to my appointed cabinet. I hang up, dial it - and I find myself back at the first hotline.

Fuck.

I look up the clinic's actual number, call it externally (as in, outside of the national registry for orphaned patients) and the receptionist shunts me to the the registry's own line, thinking that I'm not registered and that I'm still seeking a referral.

I'm not. I want a fucking appointment. Ears hurty. OW.

If this goes nowhere around 4 PM, I'm tossing this in the bin and just scheduling an appointment at my private clinician's.

Don't get me wrong, I love sociodemocratic measures when they work as intended, but Quebec's free healthcare system has been a shitshow for decades.

And no, in case some Americans reading this want to go "HAHAHA, LOOK AT THE SOCIALIST MORONS!" I'll just add that Ontario's own public system is immaculate in its response times. It's just Quebec's that's fucked beyond all hope of salvation.

#rant

[manie-sans-delire-x]

I feel like we glossed over the rapist in reddit confessing stuff to you part a little bit too quickly on that answer

Hahaha well alright, so this guy approached me on reddit. He said "Hi your posts seem creative and intellectual. Can I ask you for some advice please?" He said he liked how fair and unbiased I seemed. Not the first time Ive been approached for advice, so I said sure.

He told me this other guy at work was being accused of sexual harassment by some coworkers. But this guy also told him that he saw him raping a drunk passed out coworker. He claims he was so drunk he doesnt remember any of this, if he raped her or not. (I call bullshit.) The woman he (allegedly) raped is now asking him for a written confession, and he doesnt know if he should or not. (What a fucking moron that he even has to ask this.)

Hes also concerned that if he testifies against the guy sexually harassing the women, that the guy will testify against him raping the woman. Gotta love sexual predators blackmailing and covering for each other.

The fool doesnt realize how much contempt and hatred I have for rapists. He asked to switch to Telegram, he thinks hes safely talking to a sympathetic ear. Little does he know Im recording everything. Im gunna try to get his workplace out of him so I can attempt to find the woman and send her the evidence, and a blatant confession. Unfortunately he lives in Germany so this may be difficult to do. We'll see.

#asks

[solardick]

If you ask me, green?

It's a primary. Colour.it is, it's every where beyond blue green here is everywhere. I'm not caring

If its part of two other colours , it takes from The yellow of the sun. And the . blue. From the sky. Put then together and you go. Red colour is the one that doesn't belong red is a hidden colour and with it sharp attention. Sharp to denote the presence of thorns. it belongs to delicacy and to the reception of war. It marks endings. To fiddle with it is to risk life.

To see where I'm going with this. There's always one that doesn't belongs to another order. Don't ask me. The demon in red. That’s why pink is so awesome. It’s red. But with a lot of white. If evil was to be any colour. It would defiantly be red. Personal bias. Here. It’s the serpent and the dove. Except that it’s not black and white to create a boring grey. Noont likes grey ok. It’s black or it’s white.

Thats pretty gay.

Dont call it pretty! …well, what do you want from me. I hang with a bunch of fags all day.

Naw, its a cool colour. Denotes happiness. White is the shade wanted anyway. It means clarity and mind. As in white is light. It’s receptive on the side of light. What ever little black there is in the red. Shows an imperfect nature but capable. Shows there is a trace shadows but that one has a handle on them. Bringing with it a sense of comfort to vulnerability and loss potential. Or soemsuch. I dont know.

The whole lgtbq whatevee community could have just taken pink. But no, they take everyother coulour but pink. So, im a little confused about wtf?! Its the god damned colinization of the americas all over again. Nothing learnt.

Peace and love may suck my balls. And i mean that. Wouldn’t trust in rage and carnage to do that. No sir.

Oops. <- see that there? That’s what you call artistry. oO fool. When thise connections hint. Outside previous script. That is fun.

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What of the word oops? There’s none other like it, that starts with Oo. Not common parlance.

😆

Nope sorry not going to sleep. I have trauma to do.

Sex is the only thing i had. And i kept it to myself. And now its broken. I dotn want to be alive anymore. Oh well giess im not even allowed to masterbate. I never was allowed to care about anything. Im not even even allowed to mnow what freedom feels like. Hahaha 39 years and counting.

Well i can get nothign else from tarot. Im done. Now what? Its not like j can do this with a person. Vedio games drugs and alcohol. If they didnt want me doing it. It wodbt be so easily attainable. Its all just a walk down the block.

Yay a fantasy wothout the deive and the deive wothout the fantasy. Yay. Fuck i need some pussy. Ones artificail injected and conditioned and the other is nature. You can tell the difference. And all it serves is to retard development. And now i can allow see women in a derogotory way. And now i see gays in a derogetory way. One allows me to get off. Seems for rewarding. Oh well, still got degenerate hetero males. Guess yhats my life. Serrounded by bs. And nothig to live for. Hey nothing has changed but hey at least the destabilizing attacks are mostly gone. No more violence coming from without. I leanred thats its ok coming from others not from oneself. Pressures and stresses have been scales down. No more freakign out. And sayign stupid shit. Droped the stupid ass australian whore. I liked here for what she had underneath. She played shit. I gave it back. It was fun. She enjoyed it. I didnt. But. Whatever. Thats all i ever do. Fight back get punished for it. Thats life.

I always tried to bring out that little sparkle some of them have inside. And i did on some account to a coupel of them. But most if them or ghosts. And morons. Like me but in an non- intently destructive way. On well. Peoplw ahve litterally been shocing their cocks at me somce i was like 6. So whatever. Continue on. Its all theres ever been. Sorry we’re. Ot allowed talkign. Cus im sexy and your a whore.

So, as we wait on the development of thos queer ass script that i managed to salvage to some degree. Guess ill be waiting to see what guy im going to be set up with to get fucked. No no im not here to reproduce. Or produce anything. Im just here to be fucked. Plain and simple. 39 years have taught. Ir the o ly thing im good for. Wo der of their still comig. Into my appartment and drugging my food

Pretty sure my fakily was dosing me with anti-spychotics. That and the anti-depressants probably fucked me up. All those years just a potato. Wonder what feeling loved and accepted by a girl feels like. I wonder what not havong a wall of stress feels like. Theres always a threat. Indotn know what life is with out that either. Cones hand and hand with stress. Well its 2:30 i aint sleeping. Probably dosed. Again. Aint no full moon. Isnt natural. Ate nothign but sleepy food. Oh well ill just stay born serpeunded by ignorance neglect, violence and sex. Thats all life is.

Anyway thats why pussies are pink. They are full of white. With the occasional red. I dont make up the rules. And be wary of anyone that gives an insult as a compliment. It mixes insult (primate shit) to that of love.

This also shows to be wary of mixing images of significance with that of language. These images need to be carefully chosen. Or these images become apart of the everyday functioning of communication.

Even though how much i like the Oo death card, for its beauty it is a dominantly feminine, receptive signifier for sex. The added notion that i comes from a deck called something similar to; un jeux de carte des dames. A woman’s card game. Crowley in his honesty didn’t even try to hide it. His spychedelic bad trips mixed in with the perversion of sexuality. Shows credit to the 1960’s hippy movement trashing natural experience. As serves the moon landing, for man kind to the new age, to the receptive motives of nourishing basic desires over the rational.

The Russians tried to get it first? Im not so sure. Isnt really their p.o. Anywai leanred in elementary school that the austrailians are the last country(apart of the good union to be set for assimilation. For the nuclear fallout will take some time to drift over that continent. But it will eventually. You’d figure otherwise, basing on the facts that the country was inhabited by criminals and pirates. And that their national holidays are about the invasion of war and its victory. Where as the americas are based upon the freedom and emancipation. Theres no celebration of the initiatory acts of war. Just the closing of it. Well the amerivan sid eof it anyway. The canadian side, pulled down their pants and said we give up. Dont hurt us. Celebrating canada day is kind of pathetic. The flag of the fallen leaf. Surrounded by red and white. Shows the beauty of death and acceptance of detachment. The bleeding sect. Not all that different from the nazi flag. Symbolizing peace, fortune and the full repetition of life based upon the gamma influence. Considering that both sides of the war. Stopped killing wach other and celebrated christmas together shows that their motives are one and the same thing. It be risky to say that the nazi parties veiled by death and destruction and the Canadian are the same thing. The only bit pf difference is the colour black. Which shows a hint of violence compared to the all white (pink) of the flag. One side had a steinger focus on death( canada) and the other on life (the swastika). The flag of the rising sun isnt all that different either. Not to mention that at the same time the americas were floodign with foreign philosophy and “spychology” which is a feminine name came right out of the holocaust. Speaking about the anima and animus found inside the brains of man and woman. Freud with his evwrythign is a penis and Jung with his, you have a little woman inside. Embrace it. Which would seem about eight considering all he ever side was intruded himself inside the minds of patients. Placing them of the receptive side of experience. The name of the game is to take over that position. While in that state theres no act forward.for being receptive to the act of law and regulation. Isnt enough. They want more.

For all the people that think the WW’s wasn’t an inside job. Anyway theres nothing to do about it if one wants to be apart of the world amd its accompanied personalized cultural heritage.

Just the external demon doing it’s thing. Got to control one’s projection towards available rewards. The more of the spyche that is externalized the better. From there two may easily fiddle with experience. While the life affirming are also being prohected by consequence. A pretty little thing may catch the projection with ease. As long as its fix and out. It cant be inside and life affirming. The longing for a legitanite need for nourishment and peace, while being receptive and accommodating, lacking any volatility one may find after just reading that. Sadly, thats not the case. Volatility abounds. While the prjection is no longer there the fantasy has say, and the internalization of Want and Need. Adopting the influence with ease. Since its mostly just internally created images anyway. For the complete lack of any authenticity, and prosocial behavior. The nothings of 0. One starts to imagining what two is like. The fantasy pictures possibilities.

All lack of “masculine movement”, gives nothing to motivation. All acts forward have been framed to loss. The only choice is nullification. Or dullification. I know, it’s “not” a word. I dont have a sidewalk. Its just a stream. One walks up it. Past it and see’s everything. The touch choices are choice comfort, and the creation of sensuous desire. Or its the group dynamic. Now here also depends ipon ehat cloud of information is raining fury upon it. If its not a choice, there’s only decay.

“Yah, i ain’t walking up those steps. Do you see whats up there? They can howler down like a murder of crows.

For example;

War doesn’t mean war. A crunch of violent vulnerability, fear, ignorance, and promises. Being filled in like a vessel. The mind fills the moon and a desire for reception. R and W overlap with the number 18. W is letter 23. (5 for the fool and the king) and temperance is number 14. 23-14= 9.. Card for the hermitic wisdom. Or the i-card for joy. i to j. Joy to chariot . 23+14= 37. Minus the tarot equals number 16, the tower or to P the hanged man. The enlightenment.

While MAN equals the wheel, the fool and strength.

Where as Woman has the added Moon and O death cards.

The wheel turns and nature along with it. Save it the wheel card itself might active production and not “corrective conditioning.” If ine is just going to mix everything together. In the same pool of water. Like the beautiful star card does. The word for Moon is pretty much the same. A wheel, an O fool, and strength. Which seems to equal woman over man. The double dose of masculine colours are reflected by a doudle dose of feminine images. And now the whole script itself becomes projected onto reality. If one were to ever mistake it as not being a game.

So bye bye tarot. Ive been glied to a tv for 30 plus years. I have nothign to gain from this that isnt encumbering. Theres no eauality. Just a one sided crime. The mind starts raping itself because both side are incompatible. Forcing a submission for the desire for peace. Doesnt matter if its artificially produced by outside forces. And it means the death of the natural function of sustaining life. The genome becomes less important. For sex and death have been combined. The french called it, “le petit mort.” There’s only an external masculine image conditioned by two parts woman and one part man. If it had any opportunity to grow. Otherwise one becomes an over feminized. If choice was made against any better alternatives.

Its just when it on active engagement with life does the conditioning take second seat. No longer consequential, if attention isnt paid to self. And not another. It be so easy to go full woman. And feel liberated from pain and suffering. Forever haunted by “karma” and self - disrespect. Without the choice of doing it oneself. Which is why the image of pride is so important. The internal inage of man crys out to mommy only to be spanked or ignored or laughed at.

If one changes the I-fool for that of the E fool. And coverter strenght as harmony to that of strength as violence. Or over domineering pressence. The then script is how it really is.

While also showing a happy emperor fallowing strict rules of conduct. The eternal child is fulfilled and fun and loving. Not reckless and destructive.

One has to separate and add positive outgoing images of masculine sexuality in place of the Oops card. Lou fucken a tiger works great. The two horses of the chariot arw clasically made to the image of felines. Which again. Is a feminine word. The fact thats its the masculine feline that holds kingship through out the land. Within cultural context inside this cloud of information. The lion is surrounded by active outgoing females. It just protects the nest. As all good males should do. Which requires the use of violence. Ir it cant protect itself from outside threats. Which are always there. And always have been. If your the deer you get taken out. If your the lion. Your more pasificist then the wife. Either or.

Though the tiger does cause some problems considering the japanese/asian influence that place significance on its images and meaning. And to that of the dragon. Especially to that of a dragon with a dove. Which is the equalivant of raping a man. Or to the dragon without the conditioning to that of instincts. But its overall mean is identical to that of the strength card found in tarot. Just the sexes are reversed to ther proper order. Considering how queer that movie was. Holy crap is right.

And just like a soldier, i keep on moving forward. Always getting closer.

🫰🏼🤌🏼

There’s alot of framing of mind going on.

Save for a moment of shift in experience. When one is found outside the “curse” propelled, when intent or expectation predict an outcome of horror, to the reversal of this experience under a lense of “love” over that of hate. A reversal of dialogue. As the scene switches from the male protagonist and centers on the female antagonist. Being humanized by all the protagonist’s prosocial behaviour. And that event be true. There was always going to be harm coming from the antagonist. Save that now it was unintentional, and deeply sympathetic.

Not mentioning, where FE or SHE play would with cards either. The emperor and the fool. FE.

The devil, the lover, the fool. SHE. There becomes an inconsistency. For FEmale represents rulership. This centers around the FELine. Royal lineage. For both FE and SHE are a feminine tense. Whoch breaks down in the sentence. She the female is queen. Both overlap. As does the devil S make the only distinction from HE. As does HE become the lover and the fool. And becomes a sHE when left to temptation.

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The people laugh at her death and others are happy she is dead as the whole cell is afraid but Sol is burning with hate she wants to kill that beast to exterminate them for what they took away from her dad and herself, person after person they are dragged out till its just her and the kid. ¨take the kid we will use the bull Wendigo with her~¨ she immediately kicked him hard in the dick ¨pussy¨ the man was on the floor cussing ¨take her she attacked Alex ¨ she smiles at the kid as she was dragged away and thrown into the arena ¨NEXT UP A LITTLE T-oh wait MAYBE WE HAVE SOMETHING MORE EXITING¨ everyone is confused ¨WE WILL BRING OUT THE BULL TO FUCK THIS FRESH MEAT¨ someone accidentally drops a machete as the protective dome is closed she quickly grabs it and slashes up the guard as she locks the door behind her keeping her in the arena as she tosses the keys to the kid ¨see ya kid I feel like this is gonna cause a breakout run while you can¨ everyone is exited while the announcer is yelling at the person who dropped the blade ¨GOD FUCKING DAMN IT YOU MORON I WANTED TO SEE HER BEING SKULL FUCKED BY THE BULL YOUS STUPID CUNT!!!!!¨ she bashes in the skull of that person who dropped the blade as the massive bulky wendigo roars bashing its cages Sol grabbing the blade ¨alright big boy ILL FUCKING TEAR OPEN YOUR STOMACH AND FUCK YOU WITH YOUR LIVER AND PANCREAS¨ the entire crowd is speechless ¨ATTA GIRL FIGHT FOR YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE ¨ the beast breaks out and roars sending the gate flying as she doges out of the way dashing to the monster ready to slash it all but only getting a cut on their arm as she is flung into the fence knocking the wind out of her. The beast seems to look at it and laugh as she hears it speaking its native Wendigo language, she understands it ¨hahaha little one you are strong like another human but you are ignorant like their husband oh so long ago¨ she gets pissed off  ¨THINK AM STUPID. SHALL TEAR SPINE TO SAVE PRIDE. FOR MÖTHER!!!!¨ the wendigo stops laughing as she dashes up and climbed him getting some good stabs in as the announcer is losing her shit ¨HOLY SHIT SHE CAN SPEAK THEIR LANGUAGE AND SHE IS FUCKING GETTING IN STABS?!?!?!?¨ she almost gets thrown before she jumps off ¨Why  are you taking your rage out on me girl i never harmed your mother¨ she slashes at his leg making him topple over ¨MÖTHER. Taken by beasts. Beasts you. Took möther! Shall make you suffer¨ she continues to slash at the creature actually pinning them down ¨The Captain shall gut you if she finds out you did this¨ she is confused before she is about to end him ¨Captaim. Me fear not. Shall gut her like pig¨ he sighs as he begins letting out a loud roar with more roars following it from a great distance away. As he finishes roaring she starts to sink the blade under the skull to lift it up causing bright lights to flash as the flesh of the wendigo is gone and tears off the skull plate that he had as everyone is both booing and loving that she slayed a Wendigo. She slowly lowers her arm putting it on her face as the announcer continues ¨ Let's GET THE REST OF THE-¨ gets cut off ¨THE SKULL IS FUSING TO HER FACE¨ the announcer looks down as she fuses with the ¨EVERYONE THIS IS NOT A DRILL WE ARE SEEING A FREAK IN THE PROCESS GET THE GUNS FOR WHOEVER IS AUTHORIZED  TO SHOOT ONE AND LIGHT HER UP¨ she takes out a rifle and aimed at sol and fired and the bullets got shot back ending the skanky bitches life ¨SHOOT HER!!!!!!¨ Gunfire erupts with bullet ricochets and explosions with fires erupting with massive explosions causing all sorts of havoc with alarms piercing ears as Sol Begins to fuse with the Skull Mask. . . . . . . .

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