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Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

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9. Here We Go Again

tw: slight violence

Maryse Monet began writing “-Ugh, those feels again” following the end of a long-term high profile relationship that she’s characterized as “depressing” and “exhausting,” but half way through the writing process the unthinkable happened, “I originally wanted this album to be a breakup album, but then I fell in love unexpectedly.” The 24 year old singer-songwriter tells Apple Music. That freshness of perspective resonates throughout the album.

“-Ugh goes through the emotional roller coaster of falling back in love after having your heart broken and I feel like everyone can relate to this album.”

Here Maryse takes Apple Music through her favorite tracks on -Ugh those feels again.

Second Chances ft. Jack Harlow

“I was stuck on this song for weeks, I had the whole song written but I always felt like it was missing something, and that something was Jack. I watched him write his verse in 15 minutes. It was amazing, I’m so in awe of his talent.”

Let It Go

“Let It Go is about when you’re so blindly in love that you ignore all their red flags and fail to see them for who they really are. You get to the point where you have to let it go and doing that will allow better love into your life.”

Fun Girl

“I love this song, it’s raw and unedited. Just my voice and my electric guitar. It was inspired by an ex who called me a fun girl. Someone who is cool to hang out with until it’s time to settle down.”

Toronto

“I wrote this song on my flight home from Toronto after a Drake concert. This song and that city will always have a special place in my heart because it’s where I kissed my now boyfriend for the first time.”

To Jack, From Maryse

“This was the very last song I wrote and turned in for the album. I literally turned it in right at the deadline. It was originally just going to be a small interlude but I just couldn’t stop writing. I’m professing my love to Jack in this whole song. I actually sung this to him first in front of a large audience before I had even told him in person”

***

A weight felt like it had been lifted from Maryse’s shoulders. Her debut album was officially released. The reviews were slowly coming in, critics were raving about the album. Pitchfork who is known for giving harsh reviews gave it a 7.4! She couldn’t believe it.

Maryse was currently getting ready for her album release party that her team and label was throwing for her. After being locked up in the studio for almost a year, it’s going to be fun to go out and not have to think about finishing the album.

As she was touching up the gloss on her lips she heard a slight knock behind her. Looking up in the mirror, there was Jack looking as fine as ever. Maryse had to smile when she noticed she and Jack were matching. You had told your team that you wanted the dress code to be more casual, Jack went with a blue sweater, black cargos with matching NBs.

Maryse had a bunch of different options to choose from when it came to her outfit but she eventually decided to wear a custom blue David Koma two piece set.

“Hey baby!” Maryse said, turning around to wrap her arms around his neck in greeting. Her heels tonight gave her a few extra inches.

Jack tightened his hand around her waist and reached down to give her a kiss but frowned when Maryse pulled back. “Hey!” He said with a whine.

All Maryse could do was laugh. “I just touched up my lipstick!” She tried to explain. Jack just shook his head at her, “I don’t care.” And pressed his lips against hers before she had time to react.

After almost four months of dating he still managed to leave her breathless. Maryse never wanted that feeling to go away.

As she tried to pull away, Jack captured her lips once again. Maryse relaxed into his arms and stopped fighting it. Enjoying this moment before they were going to be around a bunch of people all night.

Jack pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. Maryse giggled seeing that some of her lipstick rubbed off on his lips. Turning back towards her vanity she grabbed a makeup wipe, and began wiping it off his lips.

“What, not the right shade?” Jack said cheekily. All Maryse could do was smile with a shake of her head. After she was done, Jack spun her around so that Maryse’s back was facing him. He smiled at her in the mirror, pressing a kiss behind her ear.

“We look good.” Maryse nodded in agreement. They did look good.

“Look at us in our matching outfits, it’s giving power couple!” Jack said with a click of his tongue. Maryse laughed at his phrasing. “Please don’t ever say that again!”

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jackharlowsource: Looks like Jack and Maryse decided to match for her album release party! Make sure you guys stream the album and Second Chances which features our favorite guy! 💙 (Fun Fact: Urban shot the cover for -Ugh those feels again!)

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user: omg stopppp they’re so cute

user: goals

user: oh they really a power couple

user: maryse can you fight cause I want your man

user: I don’t like her for some reason

user: Jack is soooo in love

user: did y’all listen to the song she dedicated to him 🥹🥹

The party was in full swing. There was a huge turnout, not only were close friends like Saweetie and Doja there but many people from the music industry were there as well.

“BITCH!! You look the fuck good!” Doja screamed as she finally found her. Maryse was getting pulled in so many directions since she arrived at the party.

Maryse let out a sigh of relief and gave her friend a tight embrace, happy to see her. “Thank you babe! You look amazing as well!”

Doja thanked her before giving Maryse a once over. She looked happy but maybe overwhelmed. “You good?”

Maryse immediately nodded. “Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting so many people here. This has been a crazy few months. This time last year I was just known as “star New York QB girlfriend who sometimes dropped music on SoundCloud.”

Doja pinched her friend's side hearing her talking down on herself. Especially on a night like this. “OW!”

She just rolled her eyes at friend. “I’m not gonna stand here and let you talk down about yourself, especially at your release party. You deserve all this and more. You’ve always been the hardest worker in the room and this year proves hard work pays off.”

Maryse wanted to cry hearing Doja say that, she needed to hear that more than ever. She opened her mouth to thank her best friend but Doja immediately shook her head. “I know, now let’s go find Saweetie and get crazy drunk!” Maryse laughed as Doja dragged through the crowds of people and towards the bar.

As the night went on, she noticed that Jack kept disappearing. Pulling out her phone to text him, the music suddenly stopped. Maryse looked up and her eyes widened when she saw her manager, CoCo and Jack on stage both holding a microphone.

CoCo spoke first. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn the music back on in a second!” The crowd laughed as she continued. “I wanted to come up here and thank everyone for coming to Maryse’ album release party. Maryse worked on this album tirelessly to make this the most successful debut album, and I can proudly say she succeeded.”

Maryse watched as Jack pulled out a framed plaque with the cover of her single Focus on it.

“Not only is -Ugh those feels again already on pace to becoming the number one album in the world but we just got word that her single, Focus just went 5x platinum!” Maryse’ eyes started to water as the crowd turned towards her and cheered, celebrating the achievement.

“Now, come up here girl and come get this plaque!” Coco said, waving her up towards the stage.

Maryse made her way to the stage and embraced her manager. She couldn’t have done any of this without her guidance. Maryse then turned towards Jack who was standing there, looking as handsome as ever. He placed the plaque on the stand and gave Maryse a huge hug, lifting her off her feet slightly. “I love you, I’m so proud of you always.” He whispered in her ear, and gave her a small kiss. Not wanting to show too much PDA.

Pulling away, Jack lifted his microphone to say a few words. “I’m going to make this really quick, I promise. Maryse, I see you everyday, whether it’s on FaceTime or in person and not a day goes by where you don’t amaze me. I’m fortunate enough to witness your passion and tireless work ethic and your ambition. I don't think you even realize how iconic you are. You’ve earned every bit of this, I love you.”

Maryse had to try and keep her body from shivering, she wanted nothing more in that moment than for Jack to carry her off somewhere private so that she could have her way with him.

***

The party was coming to an end, Maryse spent the rest of the night sitting in Jack’s lap in a dark corner of the club as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

In her buzzed state, Maryse became more bold and touchy, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’re amazing.” She murmured, delighted.

Jack grins lazily at her, pulling her closer to him. “No, you are.” His face flushes as Maryse continues pressing kisses up his neck and along his jaw.

He hisses in a breath and squeezes Maryse waist. “You shouldn’t tease like that, M.” Jack mutters. “Play nice.”

Maryse giggles with a playful shake of her head and pecks at his lips. “Never.” She teases.

“Ok, it’s time to go. I need you right now.” Patting her ass to motion her to get her up. Maryse was getting excited, more than ready to go home.

“Wait for me by the door and we can go alright?”

Maryse nodded and stole another kiss this time tugging the bottom of his lip with her teeth.

“Fuck.”

“Hurry back!” Jack immediately nodded before heading off to the restroom.

As Maryse wanted for Jack to return, despite most of the crowd clearing out, it still felt hot and stuffy. She texted Jack that she was going to wait right outside the exit of the club.

Leaning against the brick wall, she sighed in relief. Enjoying the breeze and quiet, the moment of peace was rudely interrupted.

“Aw man! You threw a party without me?!”

Walking towards her was her ex Nate. Maryse groaned loudly. “Just when I was having a good night, you decided to show up!” She said, wrapping her arms around herself, suddenly feeling uncomfortable around him.

“Don’t do me like that, baby!” Nate said with an almost evil smile.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” Two years ago, hearing Nate call her that would’ve made her smile but now it made her stomach turn.

Maryse tried to walk further down the sidewalk as Nate kept inching closer. “I just think that the inspiration for your album should’ve been invited to the party!”

Her eyes almost popped out of her head with how hard she rolled them. “Good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.”

She continued, “Please don’t ruin my night, Nate. Go home, I can smell the alcohol on your breath from here. Besides, Jack will be out soon.”

The mention of Jack made his ears perk up. “OH! So that’s what it is, you don’t want Jack to see me. Scared he’ll notice that you’re still in love with me?”

Now it was Maryse’s turn to laugh. That was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “You should really go to the doctor and get your brain checked for early CTE, if you honestly believe I’m still in love with you!”

“What did you just say to me?” Nate had cornered Maryse now, roughly grabbing her by the shoulders and pressing her hard against the brick wall. Drinking always made him angry but he’s never put his hands on her.

Before she could even react, Nate was roughly pulled away by Urban. His drunken state made him fall back on the concrete. “Fuck off, dude before I kick your ass for real!”

Shooken up by what happened, Maryse jumped when she felt hands wrap around her. “Hey, it’s just me.” Hearing Jack’s voice immediately made Maryse put her guard down.

Jack could tell she was trying to stay strong as he pulled her into his arms. He couldn’t help but place blame on himself, he should’ve never left her alone.

He didn’t have time to think about that now as he felt his sweater turn wet from Maryse tears. Tapping her bottom with his hand, “Jump.”

Maryse listened, wrapping her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly so he could carry her.

Jack was pissed that such an amazing night was ruined by some dickhead. He didn’t know much about Nate Williams other than the fact that he was her longtime boyfriend. Maryse only talked about him in her music, never mentioning why they broke up. At least not to him. He knew that eventually they would need to talk about it.

Right now that conversation could wait. He needed to get her home, tucked in bed, snuggled underneath him. Where he knew she was safe.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Stages of love

How Harry and Y/N were before Stages of grief

[Warning- Fucked up timeline]

Face claim- Lily James

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

Late 2015

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StylesUpdate 'Cinderella' actress Y/N Monet seen at Harry's concert then them leaving together.

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Early 2016

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Yourinstagram 26 babyyy🍾

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StylesUpdate Harry at Y/N's 26th birthday party he threw for her.

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DailyMail Former One Direction member Harry Styles and Cinderella actress Y/N Monet have reportedly tied the knot in secret near french countryside after just by dating for more than a year.

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StylesUpdate Harry was seen out with his daughter, who was reportedly born a month ago.

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luveline · 2 years

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hello miss j!!! i hope you're doing fine! ilysm

can i please request sunshine x grumpy trope with sirius? but like the reader is the grumpy one?! maybe like they're at a party and she's so annoyed by the people around? def not self indulgent eheheh

only if you feel like it tho, no pressure baby <3333

hi miss h ily im good and i hope you are too! sorry this took so bloody long and tysm for ur request, it was lovely 🥺 sunshine sirius is <3 SLIGHT NSFW FOR SUGGESTION NOT GRAPHIC

You try your best - you do. You don't want to be unsociable, or unkind, or frosty, but everyone is so loud. You're getting bumped, and jostled and wedged against side tables. Your legs are a dark monet of bruises and sore spots, battered in by people's pushing and clumsy footing, and you just want to scream.

Some poor unsuspecting boy steps on your foot and you can't help yourself. "Watch where you're going, you fucking cu-"

Warm, long arms under your armpits. Fingers pressed to your chest haphazardly. Sirius pulls you backwards and away from your victim, gentle but absolute. You let yourself be dragged, going limp in his arms to piss him off.

It doesn't work, obviously, because something about this boy lives to be your opposite - he's always, always smiling when he's around you. It's admirable and infuriating.

When you're out of the way of partygoers he rights you, giving you a quick squeeze from behind, face hooked over your shoulder. You shrug out of his arms and turn to him, still mildly annoyed.

"I'm not a doll. You can't just pull me around wherever you want, idiot."

"Baby, you were about to make a young man cry. What's the matter?" he asks.

You like him for a thousand reasons, but this is one of the best ones. He doesn't think you're a bitch despite the insistence of almost everyone who knows you, doesn't think you're mean. And you're not. You're just at a predisposition for anger - a propensity to react. You can't help being a little sour, and Sirius never gives you shit for it.

"I's so loud," you grumble, frowning deeply. "And people keep stepping on me. Like I'm invisible."

"Yeah? Your legs hurt?" he asks.

You nod reluctantly. His sunshine smile puckers almost imperceptibly and his eyebrows furrow.

"It's a little quieter in the kitchen. Wanna go in there?"

He's lying. It is not quieter in the kitchen, but you do find yourself less overwhelmed as he sequesters you from harm, his body a barrier between you and the hubbub. The kitchen counter behind you presses into your back and you whine to yourself.

"Here," Sirius says, hands out. "Jump up. Can't get stepped on up there."

He helps you climb up on the counter and you feel like you can finally breathe. He sidles in close, one hand on your thigh, his heat sinking in through your stiff trousers. The other pushes behind your shoulder blades, body to body in a half hug.

You let your head flop onto his shoulder. "I don't want to be here, Sirius."

It's selfish to say when you know how much he enjoys himself here, but it's true.

"How come?" he asks, without a hint of annoyance.

"I don't- I'm not meant for stuff like this."

"How can you say that? You're the prettiest person here, for starters, and-"

"Second prettiest."

"What?"

You can't say it, can't ruin all your cool girl rep by telling him how pretty he really is, but you think he gets it. His face goes bright, eyes wide and shining, smile a beatific beam. It's contagious and you smile for a second before doubling down into annoyance, embarrassed with yourself.

"You're not right." His denial is hard to take any notice of when he's grinning like a fool, head dipping down to be a half inch from your own. He talks in a murmur, "You're much, much prettier than me. You're gorgeous."

The way he says it, gorgeous, like it's less of a compliment and more of a name, like it's your name, made of something warm and melting. You get goosebumps, a wave of chills from your face to your spine to your toes. Worse, you feel your fondness for him burning hot in your mouth and worry it's going to spill out; you dig your face into his shoulder to prevent this, lips crushed to his jacket.

"If you really don't like it, we could leave," he says.

"No," you say, and then louder when you remember how loud it is in here, "no, Siri," and that's a double whammy - his fingers tighten around you, his lips push into your hair, "you're having a good time. Let's stay. I'm being a negative Nancy."

He laughs like this is the funniest thing you could've said and his hand scrubs up your quickly relaxing back. "Babe, if you're not having fun then I'm not. And you're not a negative Nancy, dummy. The way you react to certain-" he fumbles here, picking his words with a care that further melts your heart, "stimuli, and the way you process your feelings, it's all fine. You're allowed to not meet everything with a smile, you know?"

"I know, I just… you're always so happy. And I'm not. I feel awful, 'cos I should be happy." When I'm with you. 'Cos you're the best thing to ever happen to me.

"I'm not offended, if that's what you're worried about."

You feel an extreme irritation then, with yourself and this stupid fucking party.

"I like you exactly how you are," he says, lips brushing your forehead. You look at him through your lashes, see his lopsided smile, the quirk of his lips a comfort in their familiarity.

"I like you more when you're not so soppy," you tell him.

He barks a laugh. "Not what I gathered last night," he murmurs, pulling back. It's a good thing he does. You scowl and pull your head off of his shoulder, abashed at the mention of what might've been the gooeyist, most awful heart melting sex of your life.

"Oh, you're so fucking quick to use that one against me. I'm never fucking you again," you lie. "I'm celibate."

"Don't be like that."

"No more niceness for you. I'm gonna be a total bitch." He hates that word because you hate that word and goes to interject, but you barrel over him. "You're such a dickhead, I swear."

You can tell he's biting his cheek to stop from laughing. "How can I make it up to you, sweetness?" he asks, unperturbed.

"Can we go home?" You drop as much of the attitude as you can, then, because you love him, and he's really quite lovely. You still sound sullen.

He smiles like it's all he wants in the whole world. "Yes, please, princess," then, under his breath, "celibacy, huh? How long is that gonna last?"

"Forever," you promise.

"Well, best get some popcorn before we go. I'll havta give you quite a show - change your mind."

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mastomysowner · 1 year

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The Snow Woman of the Biscuits Room

I wonder what made Monet think Doflamingo would kill her for losing to a superior enemy.

彼は追わせないわ!! "M"にもしもの事があったら ......わたしジョーカーに消されちゃう // I won’t let you go after him!!! If something happens to "M"... Joker will waste me.

She also licks her lips just like him. Guess it’s contagious.

From what is known, there is no reason for this: Doffy didn’t punish Buffalo and Baby 5 in any way for their failure to retrieve Caesar, not to mention the fact that he let enemies snatch Caesar from under his nose to save Giolla’s life, even though he risked never seeing him again.

But Monet was pretty much ready to give up her life, and I don’t even mean the detonator switch.

困るわ... 子供達は"M"の大切な実験体... 私の任務は... [シーザーとその実験を守る事] // I’m in trouble... Those children are Master’s precious test subjects... My duty is... “to protect Caesar and his experiments“...

As Caesar’s assistant, Monet should’ve been well aware that the gigantification experiment was complete bullshit, and all Big Mom’s money were spent on wrestling with cabaret girls. She was an important crewmember, in fact the only Logia user, and she thought she was expected to detonate the weapon in case of emergency. Despite all this, she entered into a hopeless battle.

あなたさっきから... 受けるばかりで私に刃を向けようとしないのはなぜ...!? 正直あなたには勝てる気がしてなかったけど... 案外...... そうでもないかしら? // All this time... Why’ve you been only blocking and never pointing your blades at me?! To be honest, I didn't think I could win against you, but... unexpectedly... It might not be the case?

Maybe she thought that if she failed at anything, then she was already dead meat... But in any case she was ready for death.

Well, even with all her resolve, she didn't become less afraid of it.

斬られる!!! // He’ll slay me!!!

バカに...... シテル...!!! // Huff... Huff... Don’t make... a fool of me!!!

The whole personality of Monet is of duality: a beautiful woman and a snow-cold monster, a warped maternal instinct and death that awaited children at the end, a part that said goodbye to her life and the part that wants to live.

体の自由が利かないんだ...!! 覇気を使われてたら死んでいた事実と... 圧倒的な強者への[恐怖]で!!! こんな勝ち方があるの...!? // She can't control her body..! It’s because of the fact she would've died if he’d used Haki... because of the fear of the overwhelmingly strong person!!! Is such a way to win even possible?!

逃が...さない...!! // I-I... won’t let you... go!!!

Her being left alive was the best scenario for the situation (not to mention herself), but she forced herself to make one last desperate attack with no chance of victory. Even if Zoro hadn't finished her off, Tashigi could’ve delivered the final blow, which she did.

...あなたの... 負けです......!! // ...It’s your loss..!

But Monet somehow managed to survive and get to building C. To be honest, I don’t think Tashigi intentionally spared her, especially if we recall Tashigi’s views.

こちら...... モネ...!! // This is... Monet..!

モネ...!! よく生きていたな... ヴェルゴはやられた...!! シーザーもな...... だがベビー5とバッファローが身柄を確保できそうだ. おれの見誤りだ... おまえらに悪い事をした // Monet..! It’s amazing you survived... They got Vergo..! Caesar too... But Baby 5 and Buffalo should be able to retrieve him. I misread the situation... I’ve done a terrible thing to you all...

ーだが万全を期しここで若僧共を消しておきたい. その第三研究所にはー 4年前に第一第二研究所及びその島を滅ぼした兵器がもうひとつ眠っている......!! 起爆スイッチを押せばその島で生きて残れるのは猛毒ガスに耐えられるシーザー唯一人... スイッチの場所は...... // ...But in order to ensure safety I want to waste those brats there. In lab 3... lies in wait the same weapon that destroyed the labs 1 and 2 and the island 4 years ago..! If the detonator switch is pressed, the only one who could survive would be Caesar, who can withstand the poison gas... The switch is in...

それ以上言わないでジョーカー. はじめからそのつもりよ // Say no more, Joker. I've been meaning to do that right from the start.

It's basically a race against time with the group that will soon be able to get to Caesar and leave the island, and despite this, Doflamingo takes a long time to explain the things that should’ve been drilled into her from the very beginning. Why? There’s only one logical explanation: he thought she didn’t know. Her words shocked him, as evidenced by his "!?" after hearing them.

If she really didn't know, she would've been forced to go all the way from building B to C while wounded and probably wouldn't have made it in time. It would've made more sense to instruct her to do this long before, and yet he didn't.

This makes me remember Mr. 7 and Ms. Father’s Day in chapter 206.

Crocodile gave them the job of guarding the cannon until it went off and killed everyone fighting in the middle of Alubarna, but he deliberately didn’t tell them that they would be promoted to a better world. On contrary, Doflamingo made sure Monet fully understands the consequences of detonating the weapon.

Monet wanted to be useful to her savior, so she didn’t even think about about not doing it. Perhaps she thought that she would be killed anyway, but she herself didn’t consider her life important.

今その起爆スイッチの前にいる... 爆発はタンカーにまで及ぶわ. 一隻無駄になるけどいい? // I’m in front of the detonator switch right now... ...The explosion will reach the tanker. Do you mind losing one ship?

......悪いな // ...I’m sorry.

隻 is the counter for ships, and 一隻 means “one ship” - just some ship, not even Oro Jackson, meaning Monet valued her life less than one single ship (even though, again, a Logia is much more valuable).

全てを道連れに...... 死んでくれ...!!! // Please die taking everything with you...!!!

了解"若様" // Roger, young master.

Why did I write “please”? Kure is a form of kudasai. Let's look at, for example, Chapter 5 (Japanese Imperatives and Force Exertion) of The English Imperative: A Cognitive and Functional Analysis, a doctoral dissertation in linguistics by Hidemitsu Takahashi from Hokkaido University (pp. 188-190):

Yes, it was a request, not an order, but there’s is also a question of relationships. When your boss says “please print the documents”, is this an order or a request? It’s easy to guess how Monet, who considered herself not a real comrade, but just a tool, would interpret this.

This is most likely related to the image that Trebol created for Doffy specifically for this purpose.

ドフィを王に掲げ部下たちに威厳を示し!! // We’ve declared Doffy king and instill awe in the subordinates!!!

Although the Donquixotes are a family, he is first and foremost their boss, who must be strong 24/7 and on whom the life and death of his subjects depends.

すまん相棒...... ......おまえとは一番古い付き合いだ. 今日まで... ごくろうだったな // ...I'm sorry, buddy... ...You go back with me further than anyone. Thank you... for your hard work until today.

ご苦労 (ごくろう) is used by superiors to express appreciation for all the work their subordinates have done. This might’ve sound heartless as the last words to a friend, but Doflamingo seemed to know that Vergo would be happy to hear just that. Him being happy in the face of death due to being praised for his service still looks very sad.

That's all Doffy could do for him; there was no way for him to save Vergo, as Law left him for dead in the SAD production room, which was about to explode. Could it be that Law made Vergo unable to speak in order to put him in the same position he was in 13 years ago, when he was unable to say his last words to Corazon? If we follow the principle of "an eye for an eye", then at that moment his personal revenge to Doflamingo was completed.

D棟だ. SAD製造室......!!! // It’s building D. The SAD production room!!!

It was the explosion that Monet heard.

どこかで爆発だ... // There's an explosion somewhere...

さよなら若様. あなたこそが海賊王になる男...!!! // Goodbye, young master. You are the man who will become the Pirate King!!!

So much like Ace, who wanted to make Whitebeard the PK. It’s noticeable that in her last moments she didn’t think about her sister, but Sugar was still part of the crew of the man on whom Monet placed all her hopes and dreams. Come to think of it, it's like the moment Nami couldn't bring herself to say that Luffy wouldn't become the PK even when Ulti was about to bash her head in.

Monet wanted Doflamingo (with whom she may've been in love) to achieve what almost every pirate wants, but she didn’t know that he wasn’t interested in piracy at all.

もうおれに望みはねェのか......!? // Is there no more hope for me?!

ハッキリ物をいわせるな ...ベラミーおれとおまえは目的が違うんだ昔からな...!! おまえはずっと"海賊"になりたがってたーだがおれは違う ......なんでもよかったこの[世界]さえブチ壊せればな!!! // ...Heh heh heh!!! Don’t make me put it straight, Bellamy... You and I have different goals. It was so from the very beginning!!! You’ve always wanted to become a pirate. ...But not I. Anything is fine, as long I can fucking annihilate this world!!!

But that's a whole nother story.

#Donquixote Doflamingo #Monet #Donquixote Family #one piece meta #Op meta #punk hazard arc #one piece

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Hannah doesn’t have to call herself a tradwife because she already is one. As such, Ballerina Farm has become the lodestar for those still aspiring to establish an aesthetically pleasing—and, ideally, monetized—pastoral existence. Most of her acolytes are less subtle about their politics, which they assume Hannah shares. In 2021, Morgan Zegers, the founder of the Turning Point USA-affiliated group Young Americans Against Socialism, said that Ballerina Farm gives her “DAILY inspiration on how to live out my values as a Conservative.” On her podcast, Zegers, who recently got engaged and does not have any children, gives “young unmarried women who dream of becoming a traditional wife and stay-at-home mom one day” advice on how to “become an asset for your future family.”

She is far from the only tradwife-in-training who has been inspired by Ballerina Farm. Take Gwen the Milkmaid, a Canadian “ASMRtist” and wellness-influencer-turned-tradposter. “Pov: you used to be a pro-abortion, anti-marriage, lesbian ‘feminist,’” reads the caption on a TikTok post of her rehydrating sourdough starter, “but now you’re getting married to your fav man on earth, love serving him, and can’t wait to make babies.” Like Hannah, Gwen is blonde, posts videos of herself cooking and frolicking in prairie dresses, and emphasizes the difference between her old life and the new one she has built for herself—or, rather, the life she hopes to have built, someday. In one video, Gwen asks God “why I don’t have a fifty-acre farm, seven children, forty chickens and five jersey cows yet.” Lacking a multimillionaire father-in-law, or a dairy cow of her own, she’s forced to churn store-bought cream into homemade butter. Gwen’s videos turn the subtext of Ballerina Farm’s videos into text, as if to compensate for the ranch she lacks: Gwen is proudly antigovernment, antivaccine, and anti-birth control.

Ballerina Farm has also been frequently boosted by Evie Magazine. Billing itself as the conservative answer to Cosmo, Evie publishes articles on everything from “How to Wear Shorts Like a French Girl” to the supposedly rampant child sex trafficking to which the Biden administration has turned a blind eye. In February, they responded to a minor scandal that broke out when details about the Neelemans’ family wealth began circulating on TikTok. The article ends with a full-throated defense of Ballerina Farm. “Our culture has become far too comfortable with criticizing people for being rich,” it reads. “There’s nothing wrong with having money or coming from money. And there’s certainly nothing wrong with using that money to create a beautiful homesteading life that creates useful food, products, and content for people all across the country.” For Evie, the Neelemans’ secret wealth isn’t proof that living off the land is largely inaccessible to the masses but a symbol of the virtuousness of Ballerina Farm’s mission. They have enough money to live glamorously; instead, they choose to live a simple life. That this simple life might be an expensive illusion is never considered.

A month later, the magazine published a treatise on tradwives by Gina Florio, a personal trainer who moonlights as manager to Candace Owens, a conservative commentator whose BLEXIT foundation urged Black people to abandon the Democratic Party. (Owens has also promoted Ballerina Farm on Instagram. Hannah, for her part, reposted the endorsement and later deleted it.) Like Gwen the Milkmaid, Florio is a reformed liberal who wrote for Teen Vogue and PopSugar before she “left the left.” Tradwives, she argues, are superior to “the shrieking, blue-haired protester who wants on-demand abortion and supports the ‘free the nipple’ movement.” She describes Ballerina Farm as the example on which conservative women should model their lives: “The children are blonde and seemingly well-mannered. The father herds cattle in a cowboy hat. And the mother is impossibly beautiful as she milks cows in her overalls, loose braids, and zero makeup.” This is all in contrast to “the average twenty-five-year-old woman” who “lacks basic domestic skills, serially dates multiple men, and loudly opposes manners and decorum.”

To her credit, Florio acknowledges that it’s functionally impossible for most women—even those who want nothing more than to dedicate their entire lives to caring for a husband and children—to fulfill the tradwife ideal. She points out that real wages have stagnated since the 1970s, making it impossible to raise a family on a single income. “We have to really ask ourselves if we want to truly return to tradition,” Florio writes, “or if we want to just fantasize about the perfect trad wife who is both gorgeous and domestic.”

#good article

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Veronica, Miss Silesto, whatever you prefer

Part 1st

So (Veronica, Miss Silesto, whatever you prefer), I could talk about your experience, but I always think it's more interesting to hear it directly. So tell us a little bit about yourself!

Hi and thank you for inviting me to talk. You can call me Veronica. I seem to be one of the few actresses of the zoo genre who keeps in close touch with fans. I am interested in interactive primarily for getting approval and criticism, guidelines in the industry. And, of course, the huge benefit of this communication is that I get sensations, sometimes on the verge of enjoyment from realizing the number of people excited by my extreme creativity. Every woman will understand what I'm talking about: a warm compliment is very pleasant, and hundreds of thousands, millions of words of delight make you a star in your own world. Of course I’ll be frank and open in conversation with you, don’t hesitate to ask sharp questions.

A little about myself. I don't know how people imagine the beginning of such atypical relationship between a woman and animal. Probably, the imagination draws pictures of the poorest slums, dirt, prostitution, diseases, sex for a food? Perhaps I used to imagine bestiality myself that way, I don't remember exactly. But I myself turned out to be a completely different example. I am educated, rich and not stupid, my family is intelligent and progressive. My husband is a big businessman in the sports industry, my wife is a former fitness model (yes, I am in a polyamorous marriage). Of course, they knows about my passion and enjoys the spectacle from the "front row".

My zoo experience is not as rich as I would like, I really regret that I did not feel this craving in my early youth, when girls begin to form their sexual preferences and make choices. I will say for sure that I would not think about changing all my male sexual partners in the past to big beautiful dogs (don't tell my husband about this!))) Seriously, I can't remember a single experience as vivid with a man as with my "fluffy boys".

How did you find out that you were animal attracted? Was it something that you weren't sure about at first, or have you always believed that it was okay having animal partners?

My last husband always had pets, and after marrying him, I also found myself in the company of his cute Labrador puppy. This is a special breed for which the owners have the meaning of life. And this dog is especially beautiful, smart and affectionate. It is impossible to imagine a more human look in an animal, believe me! His name is Proximus. We had no plans for his mating, because it's strange for us to give our baby to fuck some dog)))

And so the virgin male began to grow up, being still the same tame and affectionate. And then there were some moments when I felt real sexual excitement from accidentally touching him with certain parts of the body. You understand me, I'm sure. That's where the first thoughts were born that in my sex journey through life, the topic of animals will not be limited to a slight interest in dog pornography in the past.

Later, everything gradually turned to conscious experiments. Probably, for six months I accustomed the Proximus to my body and eventually got a temperamental, attentive and very hot partner. Recently we have another pet – a beautiful gray Cane Corso. Of course, he is also already in the process of learning our "adult games".

How did you get into making adult content? Did you start right into zoo stuff, or were you already making adult content and brought in another outside interest?

My husband was in the subject of my new "orientation" from the very beginning, he was unrealistically impressed and excited by this fact and of course the spectacle. I made videos for myself, then I started posting short home clips on thematic sites. And then I came up with the idea to create a full-fledged commercial movie and try to monetize what he shoots. As you can see, we did it well. Now there are 50 complete movies available, we made this collection in 2 years. And rest assured, we are not planning to stop! Moreover, we have a new star growing up.

This is my debut in the porn industry and in cinema in general. Before, I had nothing to do with cinema and did not even suspect that I would ever be. During my career in the zoo industry, we have made several "human" porn films in MFMF, MFM and just as a couple. But this is not intended for the mass audience, it is a personal archive.

A lot of people call me "brave" for having a very public zoo persona and being outspoken about animal rights. But I'm sitting here behind a screen name and a profile picture. Meanwhile, you're in front of a camera with just a mask. Do you get nervous about creating the kind of content you do so openly?

Believe me, I definitely don't need to drink a bottle of strong alcohol to get out under the cameras. You probably see for yourself that most of the studio zoo was filmed either without emotion at all, or with obvious tension and nervousness. For me, sex can't be like that. My sex is always a volcano, always an event that prolongs my life and a real holiday. I'm not a sexaholic, I don't accept strangers, other people's dogs. I only have sex with those I love, that's why I look so natural in the frame.

But you meant the other side of my genre, which should make me nervous. Shame, condemnation, morality... Here I have a short conversation. I can only be guilty to those I love. I can also be ashamed only in front of them. And only they can hurt me. Everything else – society, sociality – is not my story. I have no idea who the guy is who shames me for having sex with my beloved dog. A pedophile? The killer? A corrupt official? Or just a stupid nobody? What should be the basis of my emotions according to his will, especially such complex ones as shame? I can't afford to be ashamed of strangers.

Well, another thing I might be nervous about is the law. Fortunately, my producer is an impeccable lawyer. I don't do things that can't be done on the territory of those countries where it can't be done. Everything that may seem illegal to viewers from conservative countries, I do where the law does not pursue it.

Maybe a weird question, but I'm curious. Given the nature of the content, how much trouble do you run into with distribution? You host your own site where everyone can buy your content, but is it hard to find places to advertise? Are people hesitant to put their credit card info into a site like that? Also, have you had any issues with payment processors giving you issues because of your content?

I am quite far from marketing my movies, my wonderful team is working on promo and advertising. Fans know Eva, Jesus and other guys who work with me, making money from my videos. My silesto.com website and a dozen well-known porn sites that host trailers of my videos with ads. This is quite enough to do a good business. Don’t forget about my loyal fans, there are already more than 100 thousand of them. In any case, we have never had any problems with demand and are not expected.

As for payment systems and customer security. Of course, it would be stupid to try to sell extreme porn directly on your site. It is even more stupid to try to connect any payment system to accept cards. That's why there are people whose job it is to solve my problems. Our clients purchase goods without any hint of pornography, so they are guaranteed complete anonymity of such a transaction. For example, you can buy gum on Amazon or a travel package on Thomas Cook, and this will be in your bank statement. But as a result of this payment, you will receive a Veronica Silesto’s video.

We have never had any problems with payment systems, because we have never dealt with them. More problems with the unfortunate, who definitely need to spoil at least something. Write a complaint to my “OnlyFans” account, leave a dumpster after a picnic, or just spoil someone's mood. These are the phenomena that sometimes occur, adding extra work to my guys.

So, part of what I find interesting in your content is that it's all you with your two dogs. It really feels like you care about the animals in your life. If you had to, how would you label your relationship with them?

Oh my God, millions of men dream of being in the place of these animals, believe me!))) A kilogram of steamed veal a day, luxury accommodation, the best beauty salons, health control like astronauts, constant sex with a beautiful woman! I assure you and all your readers – this is real, devoted, passionate love! They give me back what I feel, and it's an endless process of mutual dependence.

If given the opportunity, are there other animals that you would like to record content with? Or are you exclusively interested in canines?

I have a lot of opportunities, and I would have given myself to the whole fauna of the Earth long ago if I were a crazy nymphomaniac. But everything is more prosaic: I am a simple family woman, devoted to my beloved creatures. Therefore, there will be no horses, pigs, moray eels, or even other dogs in me. Fortunately for me and to the disappointment of casual viewers. But that's what my loyal fans appreciate. I'm not a dirty whore, I'm their queen.

However, I have one exciting interest. I've never seen porn with a woman and a monkey. I assume that this is either completely unsafe or impossible due to the lack of monkeys in home education. But this is exactly what I would like to try. It can be an absolutely crazy experience, and my interest is too obsessive not to try it. My producer is in correspondence with a couple of chimpanzee owners, let's see if something comes out of this.

to be continue...

#coukold #couple #bbc breeding #interracial breeding #bbc bull #bbc for white #vixen wife #sharing wife #perfect wife #share my wife

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Thank you @thus-spoke-lo for the tag in this fun self-recommendation game! I always feel a bit awkward posting reminders and announcements when chapters are ready for reading, but I'll take a moment to hype myself and the words of my labor up. Here are my 5 favorite things I've written so far!

What's the Magic Word? - So I love how One Piece is this giant fantastical world where pirates are a real threat and mermaids, dragons, and magic quite literally exist. I thought it was odd that there wasn't a witch character at all, especially with how well it would fit into the universe, and what type of role/responsibility power like that would look like. Rowena my baby was born. It's everything I've ever learned while practicing the craft, enjoyed seeing in pop culture media, and inspired by cultural lores that I participate in or have great respect for. I wanted to create a character that could believably exist in the One Piece world and then have her do a bunch of fun and cathartic things (that may or may not be a reflection of real life). Falling in love with Eustass Kid was not on my radar (is falling in love ever?) - in fact the first draft of the story didn't have the Kid Pirates at all. Nope, just my witchy girl and the Straw Hats having adventures. Then I got to the Sabaody Archipelago and I saw him. I thought it would be fun to put these characters in a situation where they weren't friends or enemies but rather temporary witness protection body guards with a powerful ass witch as their protectee. Plus the smut. Love the smut and romance always. Its my first writng project I've done since college and I'm so happy to be back in the writing sphere. This book will have a sequel :)

Turn Back Time - This was a random dream that turned into a 20+ multichapter fic and I'm not even mad about it. In this one I took a fun approach to the story by centering it not just on the OCs but the Kid Pirates themselves. My first fic didn't really acknowledge many of them until the editing stage but this fic is entirely about the Kid Pirates and what it's like being in their crew. Especially as the love interests of some of the scariest, beefiest dudes that end up just being touch-starved men who are fully capable of vulnerability and love. It's been fun and I am excited for the upcoming themes and trials they'll go through! There will only be the one book but it will follow the journey of the Kid Pirates up until the very recent events in the manga.

At First Sight - this was a one shot that turned into a mini-series and I surprised myself with how much I packed into it. I didn't want to or expect to make it into a series but after giving it maybe a whole day's worth of thought and effort, I feel like I pulled a pretty good fic out of what was originally a stand-alone porn trope collab story!! This one is also on the Kid Pirates cause they're my comfort characters and again its been a fun way to put a spin on these murderous pirates when they're engaging with someone who's neither foe nor friend. Not a frenemy but a familiar with benefits! I lowkey based Y/N's badassery on Beidou from Genshin Impact.

KillerCook - I saw a hot dude make brownies on Instagram and thought 'what if Killer.' That's it. I wasn't sure how I was going to present it so I settled for creating a social media experience and I'm pretty sure I delivered. I'm a Kid Pirates loyalist, if you want something else you can check my Swampstew Bedtime Stories but my bread and butter are these anarchist psychos. Now comes with accessories such as: baker's hat and apron, and also a set of gold body piercings! The response has been supportive and excitable, and it's inspired me to do another modern social media influencer monetization fic, coming soon 😏 on Friday actually!

Oh Yandere! series - I wanted to give myself an opportunity to play around with some dark content and found myself really enjoying it. Especially in the noncon/dubcon vein. I've been too meek to do anything more than head canons but I have recently been inspired to explore some truly deplorable characters if I pick this series up again. If not, I might do a short series on Yandere Eustass Kid that has some...inspiration from another popular fandom that may or may not piss some people off. ANYWAYS! Live Laugh DarkContent

Tagging for funsies but def no pressure - I just think every author should get a chance to fluff themselves up and talk about their works that make them proud!

@abysscronica @cebwrites @goldenandhappy @zoros-sheath @kenruu @creamsickle-writes

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 10

I knew the ending of this was going to get tricky, and it's beginning to trip me up, so please forgive me for upturning any expectations you might've had based on how frequently I posted the first seven chapters.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3]

The siblings adjust to their fresh separation and attempt to hold onto the concept of hope. [3994 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

It was especially cold that day, Baby 5 noted. She had waited until it was just her and Lami in headquarters again before she wrapped up her sister in blankets, took Cora-san’s Den Den out, and placed the snail on the bed, doing her job.

“Child.”

“Grandfather…?” She looked at Lami—they both had tears in their eyes. “My sister and I are home alone.”

“…I know.” The snail mimicked a pained expression as the man on the other end was also about to cry. “I already know.”

“What do we do now…?”

“I… that I don’t know.” The man sniffled sadly. “This is going to have to be the last time we talk like this.”

“There was a boy who the Marines rescued,” Baby 5 mentioned. “Is that our brother? Do you have him?”

“…no.”

Baby 5 and Lami stared at one another, not entirely sure how to process that. How come the Marines didn’t have Law if the adults all said they did? Where was he if they didn’t? Did they assume that Grandfather was with the wrong organization? Was Law safe, or…?

“When you are old enough to run,” the man said, “find a Marine base. I will come for you.”

“Grandfather, I’m scared,” Lami squeaked. “Our brother’s gone, Papa’s gone, we don’t know where you are…! Can’t you come for us?! It’s scary being home alone!”

“It will get better,” Grandfather sighed, voice sounding like a hug that was meant to feel better yet didn’t. “My darling grandchildren are strong—be strong for a little while longer, okay?”

“…okay…” both girls mumbled.

“I love you.”

The call clunked to an end and the snail fell asleep. Lami and Baby 5 stared at it before looking at themselves; they were now alone. No one was coming to save them now.

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All Baby 5 knew was that she wasn’t terribly fond of Monet and Sugar. There was something about them that was just… well… off. It was true that the Young Master had saved them, just as he had saved most of them, yet there was just something about the pair of sisters that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on-end, as though there were a lot of coincidences with their assimilation into the Family.

“You’ll look good for your date tonight,” Monet assured Señor Pink as he preened in a mirror. “Miss Russian is going to find you dashing.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” The teen looked over at Baby 5, who was trying to pluck some books from a case without attracting too much attention. “Don’t you agree, Baby 5?”

“I think he needs to tell her the truth,” the girl frowned.

“This could be something really big for me,” Señor Pink said. “I know I’m a member of the Family, but this woman could see me as a family man. Do you realize how important that could be?”

“You hate kids.”

“I hate kids that are in the way and sniveling,” he replied. Baby 5 rolled her eyes and took the books with her, away from where Monet was reassuring Señor Pink that all was going to go well. She went into her room and found Lami sitting up in the chair by the window, looking out longingly.

“Pink’s going out again,” she said, bringing the books over. Lami accepted the top one—a volume about historical architecture—and carefully opened it up.

“At least he won’t be around for dinner.”

“He was having Monet give him compliments on his outfit.”

“Ew.” Lami wrinkled her nose and looked at Baby 5. “Sugar came in earlier but didn’t stay long; the adults really want us to be friends because we’re the same age, but I don’t like it. I don’t think they do either.”

“Maybe we can figure out a way to steer clear of them that doesn’t involve staying in our room all the time.”

“I hope so. Avoiding them sucks—we need to get strong if we’re going to find Law-nii.”

“Yeah, but I wonder where he ended up… if he’s still out there…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lami shrugged. “We have four more years on me; if we can get out in three, that’ll leave an entire year of traveling the North Blue. Law-nii and I did almost all of it in half a year with Cora-san. It should be easy.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Baby 5 smirked. She pulled an extra blanket from a shelf and wrapped up Lami in it. “Oh, and Diamante wants to know if you’ll be okay enough to come down for dinner.”

“Yeah, I’ll come,” Lami pouted. “If we keep skipping Family dinners, then people will start to get suspicious.”

“…but we have a good excuse, at least.” Baby 5 gently took hold of Lami’s forearm and inspected it. “Still looks like it’s fading to me.”

“It’s probably going into my bloodstream,” Lami shrugged. “That’s worse.”

“You still got more time than before, which is time we can use wisely.” Baby 5 let go of her sister’s arm and motioned with her head towards the wardrobe. “Come on; let’s get you ready for dinner.”

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Opening up the closet door, Law found Lami right where he left her, trembling between the linens. She saw him and squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck as he clung to him.

“You’ve been so good and brave,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her out of her hiding spot, the words technically for both of them. He set her on the floor and took her hand in his, holding tight. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“…but Mom and Dad…!”

“They told me to get you out of here,” he lied. She didn’t need to know they were already cold when he found them. He pulled her along, keeping her from looking inside their parents’ office, before sneaking them both out into the corridor. They hid behind an overturned gurney as they heard the sound of soldiers shouting around the corner. Once their voices faded, Law pulled Lami up to her feet.

“Where are we going?!” she squeaked. “Where’s Bee-nee?!”

“Bee’s waiting for us! Now come on!” He urged her forward, towards the back door where he knew the path the freedom sat. “We’re going to get out of here! We’re going to live!”

Hiding behind some rubbish bins, Law waited outside before making a break for the cart he saw on his way back to the hospital. It was full of bloody, half-stiff corpses, but they could use it as camouflage to get far enough away from the bulk of the soldiers so that they could slip into the woods easier. Was it ideal? No, but it would give his sisters and him a chance.

“Bee! There you are!” Law almost cried in relief as he saw their sister standing by the cart. Her back was turned as they ran up to her, knowing they needed to act fast. “Why aren’t you in there yet?!”

The girl turned around and he gasped—Amber Lead lesions were spread over her face and neck and her eyes dull and unfocused. Wait… this was wrong… why was this so wrong…?

“Join us, Law-nii,” she said, holding out her hand for him to take. “Cora-san is going to help us.”

“We have to get to the forest!

“…but Cora-san is the adult who helps!” Lami chirped. “He didn’t let Bee-nee come before, but now we can all go together!”

“Kids!” Law whipped his head around to see Cora-san running towards them, looking ridiculous in both his uniform and his full-routine of makeup. “Hurry!”

He tripped and shots rang out.

“Cora-san!” Law screamed. The man’s body fell to the ground and did not move, blood pooling and oozing between the white cobblestones in the street. “Cora-san!”

More shots and the boy heard soft thuds next to him. He looked, only to find his sisters’ bodies laying in crumpled heaps, both done in by single hits to the head.

“…Lami…? Bee…?” He knelt down and checked their pulses—nothing. “No… no… NO! NO! IT’S NOT FAIR! WE’RE ALL SUPPOSED TO LIVE!”

“Life doesn’t give a shit.”

Trembling, Law looked up to see one of the soldiers, covered head-to-toe in their protective bodysuit. A gun was in their hand, still smoking from the last round. The soldier pulled off the gas mask to reveal Doflamingo; his sunglasses glinted brilliantly, the bright and gaudy pink so stark against the paleness of their owner and Flevance itself.

“Fufufu… this is for thinking you could actually get away,” he chuckled. The man raised his arm, aimed the gun, and pulled back the hammer to cock it.

BANG

Law sat up straight and shuddered as he woke up in the middle of the night. He looked around at his roommates to see if he had shouted and woken any of them up—nothing so far. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and padded out the room and down the hall, heading towards the kitchen.

“So, you can’t sleep either?” Law nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Penguin’s voice, the older teen sitting at the kitchen table in their small house. He had a half-drunk glass of milk in front of him—huh, a good idea. Law got one himself and sat down as well. “Am I right?”

“Kinda.” Law didn’t want to pry—he knew that Penguin also got nightmares, but they weren’t really the same. For all the horrors he had seen in Flevance, the other lad had lived different ones and for much longer. What did he really want to reveal about his fucked-up dream? From everything he was reading in medical texts and journals, the signs weren’t good. “I was just… reminded of… some people… who I want to find… who I want to join the crew.”

“Join the crew…? Must be special.”

“Yeah, they are.” Law took a sip of the milk and took comfort in the chilled, smooth drink. “If things were different, they would have been the first members of the Heart Pirates.”

“That’s a statement,” Penguin said, making Law cringe slightly. Ah, shit. “They must be pretty important to you if that’s the case—you don’t just want anyone on your crew. Where are they?”

“Spider Miles.”

“Well, then I guess the first thing we do after we finish our training and raise the funds is head over to Spider Miles.” Penguin shrugged and drank some milk. “There’s no helping when the Captain has something in his head.”

“I’m not the captain yet,” Law scowled.

“You’re our wee baby captain—shut the fuck up.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. It’s a fact you’re the smallest of us, even Bepo, so you gotta learn to live with it.”

“I can make it so not even you can find all of you.”

“Nah; that’s a hard pass.” He slammed back his remaining milk like a farmer would his ale. “Who the fuck would keep everyone in line if I wasn’t here? Scrub the toilet you all refuse to touch? Braid Shachi’s hair before bed? Make you super-fucking-thin raisin pancakes of all things?”

“Alright, alright; you win, asshole,” Law conceded. He finished off his glass as well and they both rinsed the dishes with some water before leaving them in the sink. “Hey, uh… can you… not tell the others about this?”

“I make no guarantees,” Penguin shrugged. The younger teen glared at him, which made him just want to give him a hug. “You know that we all know you get nightmares, right?”

“I never said it was a nightmare.”

“…but you came out here for a glass of milk in the middle of the night, which you usually only do after a particularly bad dream.”

“Yeah, but…” Law went quiet and looked away. “Doesn’t mean they need to know every time I get nightmares.”

“Nah, you’re good.” Penguin ruffled the younger teen’s hair—fuck, he was almost too tall for that now considering Law’d been almost in a constant growth spurt since they met. He was shrugged off with a halfhearted shove and he knew all was well… at least, enough for them to trudge back to the shared bedroom.

It felt childish, but Law just wanted his sisters and didn’t want to fully admit it. He watched as Penguin climbed up into his bunk before looking at his own empty one—how often had he gone to sleep alone only to wake up with both of them clung to either side? Back then he’d always yell at them, but now… fuck… what he wouldn’t give to have them both and know they were safe…

…and instead, Law nestled himself in Bepo’s bunk, the Mink squeaking in his sleep as he suddenly was being used as a living body pillow. Even though Law knew that he was with friends—friends he might be able to keep—the loneliness he felt was a crushing, oppressive force, more than he could bear. Ha… bear… fuck. He pressed his face against Bepo’s back to hide his tears and did his best to fall into what would be light, fitful sleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Time passed.

Law and his friends worked and trained hard as they lived on Swallow Island, earning their keep and strengthening their abilities. With every time the teen could stand to keep his Room open for a minute longer or a square meter larger, he knew he was that much closer to his initial goal.

In Spider Miles, Lami kept busy, poring through books and soaking in all the knowledge she could. Science, navigation, medicine, history, language—she read through everything afforded to her and then some. With her strength coming and going at odd intervals, she knew that she needed to what she could, while she could still do things…

…and Baby 5…? She continued to take care of her sister, cooking and cleaning and making sure enough chores were done so that Doflamingo left them alone. It was hard work, often keeping her busy the entire day, but it was worth it for what little beri she could scrape together… for what she was able to do for her sister as she laid in bed on her bad days and wandered around the empty compound when things were good.

The rest of the Donquixote Family, on the other hand, had plans… the more ambitious of such were nearly ready to be put into action. They plotted, they schemed, and one day they began packing the contents of their base, putting as much as they could inside the Numancia Flamingo, for the Young Master… well… he was going home.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Three years later, in a place now all too familiar…

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Invading Dressrosa was… too easy.

It was completely engineered by the Young Master, of course, which meant that he used the king and his soldiers as living puppets, which furthered his plans easier than it would have gone otherwise. Lami had been having one of her bad sick days—they were increasing in frequency and severity again—and it caused both her and Baby 5 to stay on the Numancia Flamingo while the rest of the Family pretended to settle the country’s affairs.

“This feels so wrong,” Lami said, staring out the porthole of the cabin. She could see fires illuminating the night sky as the coup was being staged. “You know… I don’t think Law-nii and I ever really wanted to cause chaos… not if it feels like this.”

“Don’t worry,” Baby 5 assured. “One day, when the time is right, we’ll go back to the North Blue and find Law-nii.” She put a bowl of steaming water on the table and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing hold of Lami’s arm. The younger girl allowed her touch and soon her lesions were being gone over with a wet, hot cloth. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and he’ll find us here. He might rescue us.”

“Maybe you… but not me.”

“…and why would he rescue one of us and not the other?”

“…because this is still late-stage poisoning,” Lami frowned. “It’s like when Cora-san stole Law-nii and me… except now… now his last-ditch effort to save us is who-knows-where, well on the other side of the Calm Belt.” She exhaled heavily and tried not to cry. “I don’t know…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Baby 5 assured gently. “I’m clever and you’re smart—we can survive.”

“You accidentally ate your Devil Fruit.”

“It was planted, alright?” she pouted. The sisters could only look at one another for only a few seconds before bursting into giggles. Baby 5 moistened the cloth again and continued going over Lami’s lesions. “As long as we’re still here, he’s coming for us both. Don’t forget that.”

“You sound old.”

“I am older.”

“Not ancient.” Lami snickered as Baby 5 flicked a bit of water in her face. “Do you think they’ll send for us or…?”

“It’s Doflamingo—of course he will.” An idea then popped into her brain, causing her to perk up. “Say, you want to get some of his ice cream? The kind just for him?”

Lami’s face brightened at the suggestion, knowing it might be their last true act of rebellion for a while.

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It was a while before Dressrosa was deemed stable enough to bring Lami ashore. Baby 5 carried her piggyback all the way to the palace, all the while the girls staring at their new environment with wide, curious eyes. It was so different from Spider Miles, from Kuen Village, from the White City, from the North Blue in general, and they wanted to take it all in the best they could. They eventually stepped across the palace threshold, where Monet was waiting for them.

“The Young Master tasked me with finding the perfect quarters for you,” the young woman mentioned. “There are rooms that are right next to one another, and even a pair that possess an adjoining suite.”

“Lami-chan and I share,” Baby 5 insisted. Monet shook her head.

“Young Master had his orders,” she claimed. “Here; follow me.” She led them up the stairs and down a corridor where there was plenty of expensive-looking things that had been placed on the floor and against the walls haphazardly. “Pick your rooms from these; let us know your decisions when you make them.”

Baby 5 moved to enter one of the rooms, thankful when it seemed like Monet was not following them. She put Lami down on the plush couch that sat off-center in the large room and looked around.

“This’ll be nice,” she nodded. “There’s shelves for all your books, and lots of air and light.”

“There’s already stuff there though,” Lami frowned. She stood and slowly hobbled her way over towards the nearest bookshelf. “Histories, politics, books about Dressrosa’s neighbors and allies…”

“Perfect for the kid who can’t get her hands on enough books,” Baby 5 chuckled. If it could keep her from having to find time to smuggle her sister more books, then the shelves’ contents were more than welcome. She plucked a book from the shelf that was eye-level and looked at the cover—love poems. Ha. “I wonder whose collection this was…”

Just then, a stranger ran in through the open door and flung herself onto the large bed. She was tall and pretty, though sobbing so hysterically that she did not see the sisters standing there.

“…are you okay…?” Lami wondered. The woman flinched at her words as though they physically stung her.

“Who are you?!” she snapped, fear tempering her voice.

“I’m Lami, and this is my older sister, Bee,” the girl said. “We were told to pick out rooms. Is this supposed to be your room?”

“…no, but it belonged to my tia avia at one point,” the woman replied. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the girls could see that she wasn’t that much older than them—her late teens, most likely. “I just got kicked out of my room by that… that… drippy man…”

“Trebol? Yeah, he’s pretty gross.” Lami walked over to the bed with help from Baby 5 and they joined the newcomer. “What’s your name?”

“Viola… but… I just joined the Family… so I guess my name is Violet now…”

“Why did you do that?” Baby 5 asked. “You’re able to run away, aren’t you?” Viola shook her head.

“My father is the king who was in charge only two days ago,” she explained. “If I didn’t agree to work for Doflamingo, he would have been executed in the Coliseum already.” She then looked at the pair and frowned. “Why are you here?”

“We were found, like anyone, and Doflamingo gave us a place to stay,” Baby 5 said. “We were separated from our big brother a while ago and we’re just buying time until we can go back for him… or he finds us…”

“You two are so lucky to at least have each other.” Viola sniffled and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to dab at her eyes. “My sister died in the take-over and her daughter—my dear neboda—is missing.”

“Don’t you have a brother?” Lami asked, tilting her head to the side. “I remember the Officers saying how there was a guy that they needed to watch out for who wasn’t the King…”

“Must have been one of the guards,” Viola replied, shaking her head. “I wish I knew the man who had won my sister’s heart—if that was the case, then maybe he could be someone on the other side who could help… like your brother…”

Yeah. If only they had their brothers… then things might really be different.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Lami was getting worse with each passing day they spent in Dressrosa. The warm, dry air should have been good for her—it really should have—yet she seemed to be deteriorating faster than she was on Spider Miles. It was so bad that Baby 5 barely left her side, knowing only that her sister was dying and she wanted to be there for her. In fact, Baby 5 knew her sister needed her—ha, it felt like it wasn’t that long ago that she would bend over backwards if she thought someone new needed her. Now? Now no one could rip her from her sister’s side without breaking her arms and legs first.

“I thought she had five more years,” Doflamingo frowned. He was standing by Lami’s bed in the palace sickroom, where both girls were sleeping peacefully, Lami snug under the blankets while Baby 5 was passed out next to her atop the bedding. The Elite Officers were there as well, all three some level of curious about their boss’s continued interest in the dying child.

“A brat’s still a brat,” Trebol sniffed. “He could have given a misdiagnosis.”

“This won’t do.” Doflamingo leaned over the bed and traced his finger over Lami’s forehead, down her cheek, then jaw, flicking up off the underside of her chin. “You’re an important part of the Family, Lami, and I take care of my Family.”

“With all due respect, Young Master,” Diamante frowned, “she’s yet to go on a mission… hasn’t proven herself…”

“She will once she’s better. Those who have been with us as long as she are going to be the core of our empires.”

“…but she left,” Pica mentioned.

“He’s right,” Diamante added. “She ran away once before—who is to say that she wouldn’t again?”

“Where would she go? Even if both of them work together, they’re still children in the New World—neither of them are going to escape. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How do you propose that, Young Master?” Trebol wondered. Doflamingo simply smiled.

“I’m going to make sure that she doesn’t remember she was even sick at all.”

#Baby 5 #Trafalgar Lami #Trafalgar Law #Donquixote Doflamingo #Donquixote Pirates #Penguin (One Piece)#One Piece #fan fiction #this is a bit of a longer chapter for this story so apologies #I actually moved some stuff back bc of it now hopefully I don't suffer later because of it #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami

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m0tel6mxzzy · 2 years

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a rant on monet de haan and “but og gossip girl was old money”

not to bitch abt racist og gossip girl fans but im gonna bitch abt them. i REMEMBER yalls tone when the show first got promo before it even aired, and weren’t even willing to give it a chance, u just made assumptions bc the entire cast wasnt white.

ppl, specifically og gg tiktok fans, were saying the old show “gives old money” and the new show doesnt, conveniently forgetting chuck’s dad wasn’t born into wealth but became wealthy when chuck was young, making him new money. his dad is worth 22 billion dollars.

monet’s parents are heirs to a new york pharmaceutical company and on her wiki its listed that her family descends from old money. johnson and johnson is one of the biggest and has a net worth 435 billion as the wealthiest pharma company in the us. bc im lazy and dont feel like counting means and stats for the top 10 pharma companies in the us relative to ny, im assuming the de haan company has a networth of 100-400+ billion. whatever her family’s networth is i will happily believe it is more than chuck bass.

and monet’s parent’s donation of the wing had to occur sometime after everyone in the og show including jenny’s grade had graduated constance bc it wasnt yet canon, but just before monet had gone there. if we’re talking as soon as jenny’s grade had graduated, thats between june 2010-aug 2018, and monet would be 5 to 13. i’m going to average that the time the wing was planned to be built was 2014 when she’d by 9 bc i love the idea of little monet dreaming of going to constance with absolute certainty, and bc 2014 is a prettier number. my theory is that greyson and camille were planning to have monet go to CB St Judes ever since she was a child, hence the early donation.

anyway her parents literally paid for wing in constance and it has their names on it w the money from an old new york pharma company they own. and yall are like,,, dying on the hill she, bc she’s part of the reboot, wasnt born into wealth??? and even if she wasnt i know yall didnt just forget the og gg had poc on the show who were also old money or otherwise so loaded rich they could afford constance, but usually they were background characters like the minions, nelly yuki, and raina. the minions who literally only served to do blair’s bidding, and nelly yuki who was opposed bc blair saw her as an academic rival and was willing to sabotage her.

and then raina thorpe whos one of the only black girls in the show w a prominence in the og series, but idk. she’s moreso there bc she was w/ nate and chuck, but also her dad is basically a “villain” in the show and raina gets the short end of the stick and has to suffer for it, which is when she leaves the show. im just saying ofc someone the same race as monet or luna or aki would be happy to see themselves represented on screen and not as a background character or recurring character there only a short amnt of time if they loved the og gg.

and if you personally aren’t? cool thats ok but let ppl who are be happy. you dont need to mount some moral high horse pretending u care abt poc to defend why u hate us being represented in media. yall complain whenever poc are shown in media even when it isnt a reboot but rather an extension of the franchise such as star wars, so i find it hard to believe ur crapping on new reboots in media for having poc bc u actually care abt us being properly represented.

like, factually racism is the only thing convincing yall the old gg is “old money” and the new one isnt. also we need to have a talk abt what yall constitute as old money, bc hf twitter stayed hating on alexa demie for her early 00s fashion for being “cheap” as if paris hilton also wasn’t dressing kinda like alexa currently does in the early 00s while also happening to be an heiress to a hotel brand. and as if hf twt doesn’t constantly worship the air bella hadid breathes for wearing low rise jeans and baby tees which is just as much y2k inspired as what alexa wears.

like,, yall think all rich people, w/in ur very narrow view of what rich old money ppl look like, only ever dress in ralph lauren polos,,,and it’s not even like yall read the gg books to know the og characters wear burberry and ralph lauren which any tiktok old money “connoisseur” would hate for being “flashy,’ but because its in the list of their weird arbitrary rules of crap all old money rich ppl apparently do. if the reboot characters wore burberry scarves and ralph lauren polos w giant logos on the front yall would complain they arent following ur made up rich ppl rules u think applies to everyone who’s an heir to fortune.

yall just forget abt raina and hated gg2021 before it even aired all bc it starred poc, and bc its weird seeing a rich it girl in a position of power who doesnt look like blair or serena. for the de haans to have the money to donate a wing to the school and pay monet’s tuition on top of that and live in the excess monet does simultaneously kinda shows like,,how fucking rich monet is. therefore the attitudes of the students make a lot of sense. and if blair was treating a teacher the way monet does bc she had a wing dedicated to her parents, yall would eat that shit up whether blair was old money or not!!!

listen im a huge gg fan but i also pay attention!!! i am not letting monet de haan slander slide!!!! im all for her being as entitled due to her wealth and carefree as blair was!!! bc blair did some f’ed up shit yet monet being snide w a teacher gets yalls feathers ruffled...and we all know why yall wouldnt have the same reaction if it were audrey doing the same but thats none of my business

#gossip girl #ggrb #monet de haan #gossip girl 2021 #gg 2021 #and if i got the math wrong on when the de haan wing was first planned idc the exact numbers and calculations arent the focus #anyway i spent an hour trying to properly articulate this

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astoldbychae · 3 months

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He's got the whole world in his hands 💙

"Little Bear, just know you are so loved." 🧸

As we get a little sneaky peaky into Carmelo's camera roll, you'll notice quite a bit has changed. Monet's no longer pregnant and there is a new bundle of joy in the Giordano-Hollingsworth family. 🥺

Due to unforeseen circumstances their plans of a baby shower and baby moon were cut short. . .

Monet spent several weeks in the hospital leading up to babygirl's arrival and of course her big cuddle bear was there with her every step of the way.

Alleia Marsai (Uh-Lay-Yuh • Mar-Sigh) Hollingsworth aka Leia Bear aka Little Bear was born prematurely (27 weeks) at Terra Amorosa County Medical Center in Tartosa.

Shortly after giving birth Monet had a few postpartum complications which prevented her from visiting babygirl in the NICU for the first couple of weeks. Those weeks months were stressful nonetheless but He managed to stay by both his girl's sides until it was time for him to bring his babies home. 🥺

Fast forward to present day...and they've been inseparable...

He's an Early Bird (morning sim) and Leia LOVES wake up time. While Monet gets a few extra minutes hours of sleep, Papa makes sure little bear is fed, clean, and happy before heading off to work (or the gym, if it's his off day). Daddy sings to her all the time, just like he used to when she was in her mama's belly. Although he's got a bit of a deep raspy voice, it's calming enough to relax you and put you to sleep.

If he's not singing, he's definitely playing R&B or Soul. Somehow he managed to get "Blue" to play on Leia's crib mobile...and she's finally started sleeping through the night. Such a spoiled little stinker!

📌 The real story of why there was no celebratory baby moments: In a non-theatric series of events there was no baby shower or baby moon because I sorta-kinda-maybe forgot that I unpaused her pregnancy while I was playing with Penny's household. Came back in my game and boop, Melo was holding a newborn baby. After punching the air for several minutes, I decided to age lil miss up and test out some infant CC (because this was a "back up save")...Long story short, I sorta-kinda-most definitely fell in love with little bear and couldn't turn back the hands of time. Especially after seeing Mel autonomously care for her. Like He's literally such a W Dad, for real. 🥺

And after all that...girl now this man has THIS whim and I-

😩 Mama better watch out! It's officially Spring in game...so we're prepping for Love Day AND Mother's Day...I hope sis is back on birth control.

#astoldbychae #blacksimblr #blacksimmer #ts4 #ts4 story #oc: carmelo hollingsworth #oc: monet giordano #Story: For Your Love #Spotify

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otrtbs · 2 years

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how did you learn so much about art history? did you learn it in school, or do you have any book recommendations for it or anything. love art heist baby btw !!

when I was 16, i needed volunteer hours for a school club I was in and decided to work at my local art museum! and I had always thought art was cool and nice to look at but I never really appreciated it, yk?

anyway one day, im volunteering at the museum, and I stop in front of this weeping willow tree painting that was painted by Claude Monet. And im staring at this painting and I feel SO SAD. literally so melancholy and I cant figure out why,, bc after all its just a painting of a tree,,, but I stared at it forEVER

it literally wouldn’t leave my head. so that night i went home and researched it and found out that that willow tree was one of the last paintings Monet did before he died. he was losing his eyesight, he had lost both sons to the war, and the war was advancing so close to where he lived he could hear the artillery fire from his house. the government officials urged him to evacuate but he chose to stay “wishing to suffer the same fate as his willow trees”. so it was an incredibly melancholy piece.

that was the first time i stood somewhere and felt what another person was feeling through brushstrokes and colour. monet had somehow managed to make me feel exactly what he was feeling YEARS ago when he painted that tree as a 16 year old girl. i was astounded.

and then I became obsessed hahaha i only planned on volunteering at the art museum for a semester but I did it for three years and then majored in art history in college (which is mainly where I learned everything). I also learned a lot by just going to museums! Take full days to wonder around the galleries and read the wall text and read it again and look up paintings and artists that you find interesting on google!! when you learn about something you love/find interesting it tends to stick wayyy easier in your head!!

as for books!

the story of art by E.H. Gombrich gives a very good chronology of famous works

Boom by Michael Shnayerson is great if you want to learn about contemporary art

7 Days in the Art World by Sarah Thornton breaks down the art world from auctions, to art fairs, to museums if thats most interesting to you!!

(Im so sorry this was so long winded and so much more than you bargained for I just get very excited about art hahaha) ALSO thank you for the kind words abt art heist <333

#asks #ramblings

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waitingona-mirabel · 2 months

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HOTTOGO: a mal playlist ( @mal-mchale )

cherry by fletcher (feat. hayley kiyoko)

pretty girls by renee rapp

what i want by muna

comme des garçons (like the boys) by rina sawayama

i'm on fire by bruce springsteen

make out by julia nunes

heaven is a place on earth by belinda carlisle

kiss me more by doja cat (feat. sza)

lipstick lover by janelle monet

hot to go! by chappell roan

cherry by fletcher (feat. hayley kiyoko)

Cherry Hello, nice to meet you, my name's Cari We should rendezvous sometime, mon chéri I want you on top of me like cherry Cherry, uh, uh

Mal is a really flirty person and I wanted this playlist to reflect that side of her! This song is just cute and funny and obv very flirty and I don't know if she would call someone mon cheri but maybe she would LMAO. Also this is just an amazing collab so

2. pretty girls by renee rapp

In the p.m., all the pretty girls They have a couple drinks, all the pretty girls So now they wanna kiss all the pretty girls They got to have a taste of a pretty girl

So this is another flirty song but it's also specifically about being with someone who's still kind of figuring out their sexuality and I feel like Mal has probably caused a queer awakening or two in her time whether she is aware of it or if that person was just watching from afar LOL

3. what i want by muna

I want the full effects, I wanna hit it hard I wanna dance in the middle of a gay bar Ooh oh oh, that's what I want There's nothing wrong with what I want Yeah, yeah

This song is sooo fun and it's just about not being ashamed of your desires and going out and having a good time! Whether that's sharing some ~substances with your friends or hooking up or whatever. Mal is very confident and goes for what she wants regardless of the gossip and we love that for her.

4. comme des garçons (like the boys) by rina sawayama

Comme des garçons (comme des garçons) Like the boys, like the boys Comme des garçons I'm so confident

Speaking of confidence! This song I think is about like being confident in yourself and like basically being a bad bitch because plenty of men do that all the time so why not me lol. But I also wanted to put it on here as a sort of tribute to Mal's masc energy, and idk I just think this song has queer rizz

5. i'm on fire by bruce springsteen

Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no I can take you higher Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

I put this song on here because Mal is a firefighter obviouslysakljdfhs okay but also imagine Mal singing this song at karaoke. Idk it just works. Are you picking up what I'm putting down. I see it so clearly. I don't have anything else to say about this just go with it.

6. make out by julia nunes

Kiss me in the doorway Always on your way out I'm trying to make you stay So we can make out

Another flirty song look it's a playlist with a theme! This song is just cute and fun and idk I'm sure Mal has a different work schedule from a lot of people being a firefighter and all. I always got queer vibes from this song I have absolutely no idea why but yeah

7. Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle

Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth? Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth They say in Heaven, love comes first We'll make Heaven a place on Earth Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth

We've all seen that Black Mirror episode, right? Idk lol also I just didn't want Bruce to be the only song from like the 80s on this playlist I wanted to give him some contemporaries. And yeah this is pretty straightforward I mean I don't think Mal is looking for like ~~committed relationship~~ love right now but I think there are many ways of expressing love and many kinds of love and yeah

8. kiss me more by doja cat (feat SZA)

It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh

I put this on here in honor of the Mallora thread that's currently happening ok I joke but this is a bop. Sorry I feel like I'm starting to get repetitive here but you know what I'm going for. Who else can see Mal busting a move to this song in Pixie's??

9. lipstick lover by janelle monet

I like lipstick on my neck It let me know I'm your number one select I like lipstick on my neck Hands around my waist, so you know what's comin' next

This song is so spicyaskdfjhjlk it has a GREAT beat and like idk y'all just listen to the lyrics. Underrated album tbh I should listen to it more. Janelle truly doesn't miss idk

10. hot to go! by chappell roan

What's it take to get your number? What's it take to bring you home? Hurry up, it's time for supper, order up, I'm hot to go!

And finally the inspiration behind the playlist! This song is also here because of firefighter references jkjk it is just a truly perfect song it's so fun and it's BOLD and that's Mal in a nutshell she is not shy she just goes for it!! it's like 199 degrees indeed!!!

#swyntask #mal #playlist

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lmanberg · 2 years

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x when he's monetizing his pics which he is allowed to do he is mentally ill but when you laughed your ass off at his child videos and photos that were doxxed info its fine? double standards much, also where is this behavior for other people (celebs) doing the same thing? smh Jason for a sec I thought you knew how to use your brain and not just blindly agree with every anon you get sent but I guess I was wrong...

Girl first of all what celebs are selling their baby pics and also MY BLOG IS ABOUT MCYT!! I’m not gonna fucking talk about Brittney Spears or whatever because that’s not what my blog is about. When Philza starts selling his baby pics I’ll call him weird too! Also I do not remember ever having laughed over his doxxed pics considering the fact that when I was finding it I was a drolo and wanted to defend him, and if I did it was like a fucking year ago so who gives a shit. People change, I know that’s hard for mcyt stannies to understand but I hope you do

Edit: ALSO I’ve been calling him mentally ill for fucking years and once I call him mentally ill for something you feel you need to defend him on it’s a horrible and bad thing to say. I’m no calling him mentally ill for being weird, I’m calling him mentally ill for not knowing boundaries with strangers and relying so fucking heavily on their affection. And before you come after me, any cc who does this is mentally ill. Idc who it is, they all need therapy

#ask #woke up from a hangover nap i’m too tired and dehydrated for this bs

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tsunderedoctor · 3 years

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Best One Piece Yanderes

Donquixote Doflamingo

The man screams yandere in the show and he screams yandere in the fanon too. Literally a manipulative, isolating and eliminating yandere all in one. Would take his s/o and lock them up, make them only rely on him (because he’s so godly), and if that doesn’t work he has no problem killing them so no one else can have them.

If s/o was feeling miserable or crying he would coo at them and offer them whatever they desired (just not freedom of course~). Best clothes, finest jewelry, you name it he gets it. Would also put them in his lap and snicker at how they are being a crybaby.

Would only allow the family to see s/o; but if s/o gets too much attention or might have an attitude be prepared for isolation, even from him. The guy would leave you in a room for a week until he decides you are worthy enough to see him.

Would probably end up giving s/o Stockholm Syndrome and wouldn’t feel an ounce of guilt

10/10 for like hitting all the yandere marks, but honestly s/o might not mentally (or physically) survive

Trafalgar D. Water Law

My boy! Doffy said it himself, there is some of him in Law, and that also goes with yandere tendencies! Law would definitely be a manipulative and isolated type of yandere. Boy is so stressed he just wants to protect his s/o from everything. But he also still has to act tough and play the pirate part, so be prepared for threats about being sliced in half if you think about leaving.

He’s probably the chillest in terms of letting s/o do their own thing/hobbies unless it involves them getting hurt, then forget it, find a new hobby.

If s/o was sad/crying/upset he wouldn’t know what to do, but just stares at them. Part of him blames himself which leads to him not wanting to comfort them because who would want him? And the other half is angry at s/o or the individual for allowing the person to make s/o that upset. So definitely a quiet watcher as s/o lets the emotions out, afterwards he might ask if you want to talk about it, depending on the situation.

The crew can hang out with s/o since Law isn’t a huge jealous type, but don’t expect the Straw Hat gang to be chummy with them, they are his, get your own.

9/10 cause boy needs to calm down and take some melatonin

Bartolomeo

We all see how he obsesses over the Straw Hat gang (especially Luffy); boy would lose his mind over a s/o. The submissive type yandere, one who gives all his love and honestly doesn’t expect much back. Probably would just stalk his s/o and make sure they always get home safe and maybe sometimes will leave them small gifts at their door.

Would literally break down if he saw s/o crying or upset and would ruin his stalking just to run out and comfort them (which might confuse/weird out s/o-)

Knows everything about s/o, from favorite food to that one time in grade school where s/o got pantsed.

8/10 for caring, but doesn’t initiate unless really needing to. Really just wants s/o to live their best life (while he watches from afar).

Boa Hancock

If Doffy is King of Yanderes in One Piece, Hancock is the Queen. She’s definitely another submissive type yandere who will follow whatever s/o tells her to do.

“Hancock, you need to pay attention to the meeting.”

“Yes s/o-sama~!! Kyaa~!!”

She’s also the delusional type of yandere so sometimes s/o has to remind her, they are indeed not dating/married.

If s/o were to get upset/sad/cry Hancock will definitely be the type to ask “who did it?”, whether it’s from her own trauma growing up or just not wanting to see her s/o so upset she doesn’t know, either way whatever happened she is going to change it!

10/10 for yandere tendencies and honestly who wouldn’t want to have her as their yandere lover.

Baby 5

Baby 5 just wants people to accept and love her (honestly same). So when s/o was kind to her and thanked her, she couldn’t look away. Were they meant to be? Are the stars in line?

Definitely a submissive yandere; I wouldn’t put her as fully delusional like Hancock, but she can get up there at times!

She tries to act tough and not wanting s/o’s attention, but God when she gets it the girl is gone. Will literally get beet red when s/o compliments her on something random/small, lord be with her when it’s something big.

Would remember every anniversary and special day of s/o’s and wouldn’t even get mad if s/o happens to forget or says they are too busy for a big event she planned. As long as s/o continues to want her, she’s happy!

She would be in the mixture of Hancock and Bartolomeo on seeing her s/o distraught. She doesn’t know if she should comfort them, cry with them, solve the problem or do all three.

9/10 but baby needs to learn to love herself :(

Runner Ups:

Eustass Kid

Vinsmoke Ichiji

Vinsmoke Niji

Vinsmoke Yonji

Charlotte Pudding

Monet

#one piece #one piece headcanons #my thoughts #tsunderedoctor #yandere one piece #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar d. water law #bartolomeo #boa hancock #baby 5

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gyllenhaalstories · 3 years

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CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS — SUGAR DADDY!ZEMO

summary: a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending whose side you’re on) events brought you to mandripoor seven years ago. it was fun, dangerous and exciting for the most part. a lot has changed, but you are back in high town in the hope of purchasing a rare monet painting, and reuniting with an old flame.

warnings: tfatws spoilers, alcohol, established sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, smut (daddy kink, dom/sub/switch dynamics, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, fingering, both degradation and praise kinks, spit kink, cum play, marking, unprotected sex). 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT.

word count: 2685

gif credit: pedropcl

notes: this (very long) fic is brought to you by zemo’s #1 hoe. for the sake of the fic, zemo’s daughter and wife have never existed. i get it zemo is the bad guy daniel is not your typical hottie but let me live my fantasy and reclaim my crown as the original zemo fan. listen to off to the races by lana del rey and let no man steal your thyme by the pentangle if you want to fibe with me! i hope you guys will enjoy it!!! <3

“If you keep staring at me like this, I’ll mistake you for the Mona Lisa.” You took the last sip from your glass, which was immediately filled by the man standing behind you. You had felt his familiar presence a long time ago, but you were too mesmerized by the rare painting trapped in a cage of glass to bother notifying him. “Your glance has followed me around the room. In other circumstances, I’d find it creepy. Now, it’s just very flattering.”

You heard him laugh through his nose. You saw his reflecting in the glass, lit up by flashing blue and pink lights and vibrating ever so slightly to the sound of the loud music.

“You’re like a Monet painting. From afar, you are clear as cristal and easy to read like an open book. From up close...” You marked a pause and stoodby straight. Your eyes never leaving the work of art you had been scrutinizing for the past hour. Water Lilies in Bloom, it was called, an incorrect translation that always brought a grin to your lips. “You are a mystery.” You swallowed thickly the bubbly liquid, recognizing the peculiar taste of champagne.

“It is arrogant but right to think of myself as the pure definition of mysterious.”

You chuckled, throwing your head back in disbelief. Some things never changed.

“After all these years... I managed to find my way back to you. Now that’s a mystery.”

You turned on your heels as you spoke. “Is it, though? Tell me, Daddy. Is it really that hard to believe you’d recognize your property even after all these years. I heard they put you in a pretty little cage. Didn’t have much else to think about than what you missed most?”

He took you in, just how ethereal you looked under the colourful neon lights. You had your arms pressed against your chest, the shiny material of your matching bracelet and necklace twinkled. He squinted slightly, his lips curled into a smirk while he looked down your body, the one thing that kept him sane after all these years in jail (that and the thought of destroying symbols like super soldiers and make the world a better place once and for all). “Nice dress.”

“My Sugar Daddy got it for me.” You did a twirl, showing off your outfit innocently. “You like it?”

He reached up to his neck and pulled on the collar of his purple sweater, like it was a tie he could loosen up. “So you received everything I sent you.”

You clicked your tongue. “Not everything...” Your head turned to look behind you, where your most priced possession was glowing in its full glory — soon to-be yours, you should say.

“Use your words, Princess. Say it and it’s yours.”

It was your turn to analyze him, to take every ounce of cockiness and pride. “You’re playing with fire.” You walked closer to him, erasing the distance but increasing the tension between the two of you. “All the money in the world won’t get you everything you want.”

He was quick to move, his soldiers instincts never left his body, clearly. His delicate hand wrapped around your throat so effortlessly. It tightened, forcing you to manage your breathing. “Money got me everything I wanted already.”

“What is it, Daddy? What is it that you want so badly?” You clenched your jaw, holding his glance which was filled with lust, instead of rage and grudges.

“You never looked so beautiful.” He leaned closer too, whispering the words to your ear. It was liked the loud club music turned into white noise. He could not care less about the stares and the words strangers exchanged as they witnessed the scene. High Town was not his playground.

But you were his plaything.

*~*~*

History repeated itself, in one way or another. Icons rose and fell. Symbols mattered and vanished into oblivion. Originality turned into plagiarism. Winners would lose it all, losers would dig their graves deeper into the abyss.

History repeated itself. The sight before your eyes was the same one as seven years ago, when all that was on this man’s life before meeting you was this stupid Mission Report of December 16 1991. You met him at a party like this, in High Town before he was banned from the land. He caught your attention doing his ridiculous dance moves, sharing his knowledge about the art pieces showcased around the room. Then he brought you to a hotel, the ones so fancy they had multiple rooms and a vintage record player as part of the decor. Only, it worked, and he put on his favourite Édith Piaf records. Rien de Rien, Le Petit Homme, La Vie en Rose, song after song, you were diving deeper in your memories.. He was popping yet another bottle of champagne open and pouring some in flutes you would never touch for the rest of the night. The same night, seven years ago, it changed your life. At the second you regretted setting foot in Mandripoor, he changed your mind and gave you the best months of your life. You would ride around Europe in vintage cars, dine in gigantic mansions you called castles. You admired the old paintings of his royal family members while he brought you a silk bathrobe to change into after a steamy shower.

You’d get lost in your thoughts, he’d get lost in his ambitions. You two were one and the same, in one way or another. That affirmation sent shivers down your spine. You could not tell if it was a good or a bad thing, a shy voice in your head was reassuring you it was the former.

“They call me Baron again, I guess I’m not doing too bad after all.” His voice snapped you back to reality. He was still wearing that obnoxious trench coat. You hated it, it made him look like a pimp. Although that was not too far from the truth, as the mountain of luxurious jewelry and clothes in your closet proved.

“Do you like being back here?”

“I love it here.” The emphasis on the last word was audible. You nodded in agreement. This place was heaven on Earth for some people, hell for others. For both you and Zemo, it was somewhere in between.

“You’re certainly not here for me.” You laughed, setting the still full glass on the nightstand.

He shook his head, mouthing a negative response.

“What is it, this time? Mission report February 32?”

“Something like that.” He answered, after another silent laugh.

“If only you had made me your mission, your life would have been easier.”

“Yours would have been, too.”

You shrugged. You agreed, but you did not need to say it. He knew. The two of you knew that this warmth washing over your bodies was the answer to all of your problems. Yet, you were fighting the urge to surrender and give in.

History always repeated itself.

All it took was for him to set his hand on your exposed knee. You got flashbacks of the numerous times his hand rested there while you two drove deeper in the country side, in some old Chevrolet, Ford, or any other European brands he could find and buy.

“Say it, Princess. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You swallowed thickly and fell on your knees. He sat straight, as straight as he could on the comfortable mattress, and spread his legs wider. “I want to go back in time.”

He leaned foward and you opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. He spit in your mouth, and you swallowed. The giggle that followed your actions sent blood to his hardening cock. “Just as eager as I remembered, right? You’d do anything to please me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Daddy.” You repeated, the confession left you breathless.

“That’s my good girl.” He brushed your hair with so much tenderness for a moment, you let out a content moan. He changed the mood real quick when he pushed your head closer to his crotch and unbuckled his belt at lightning’s speed.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, a sight that was tattooed in your memory forever. Whatever relationship you two had went beyond fancy presents and sex, it was a connection that tickled your souls and left you a different woman than when it first started. You wasted no time, stroking him a few times as you spit on his blushing tip. You smeared the spit over his sensitive spot and pulled the sweetest moans out of him, which grew louder and more intense when you finally wrapped your lips around his head.

No one compared to you, to your attention to details, to the way you were taking him all in, inches by inches like you were made for his cock and his cock only. No one compared to how blissful you looked pulling back, choking on your own saliva and the lack of oxygen. “You look so beautiful, Babygirl.”

His praise made you bat your eyes, hoping to receive more compliments. You flattened your tongue, licking him from the base to the top before you deep throated his cock again. You never left him untouched, your hands were massaging his walls or exploring his thick thighs while your mouth almost brought him to the edge.

That was when he pulled on your hair and demanded you went back up on your feet. “I bet you’re soaked. All you need is to see a cock to wet your panties.” You nodded as one hand reached up to cup your face, the other to cup your core from under your dress. He could felt the ever growing wet patch. He discarded of your panties in one effortless pull and pressed his pointer and middle fingers against your sensitive clit. He circled it, studying your reaction.

“Daddy...” You breathed out. “I need you.”

“I’m proud of you for using your words,” his finger slipped inside of your entrance, you moaned out his name. “So greedy and needy and easy for me, like the good whore that you are. Is that right? You’re Daddy’s perfect little whore?”

He was two fingers in, all the way to the last knuckles. He pumped in and out of you slowly yet roughly. You smirked when he finally touched that spongy spot inside of you. “I’m Daddy’s. I’ll always belong to Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

He brushed his thumb over your clit, his fingers stopped fucking your hole to abuse the bundle of nerves until tears started to pool in your eyes.

“Be a good baby.” You looked at him with doe eyes, sucking his thumb between your plump lips. “Do what I want.”

And you reached your high. You had nothing to hold you up, except for your shaky legs that threatened to give in under your weight and the intensity of your orgasm. You sucked on his thumb harder, hoping to quiet some of your moans but your screams escaped your parted lips.

In a blink of an eye, you were pushed against the bed and bounced against the body that blocked your every movement. His pants were nowhere to be found, just like the rest of your respective clothes. Your finger tips brushed over the skin of his shaven cheeks, down to his neck and chest. The intimacy, you had craved it all these years.

“I bet that sweet cunt of yours missed my cock.” He spoke, chuckling mockingly when he pushed himself in your stretched hole. You both let out a long moan of satisfaction. He rested inside of you, adjusting to your warmth and tightness. “I was right.”

“You’re always right.” You flattered his ego, and earned a sloppy kiss in return.

His lips moved down to your neck where he sucked hickeys and left small bite marks as he picked up the pace of his hips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to bring him that much closer, and deeper, into you.

Zemo pinned your wrists above your head and pumped his cock inside of your tight pussy like his life depended on it. “So fucking wet for me, gonna make me cum, Baby.” He had tried so hard to hold back, not to mark you and claim you again.

“Wait for me.” You begged him, and he brought one hand down to your neck again. He squeezed it, choking you deliciously until your eyes rolled inwards. He tightened his grip ever so slightly and he felt it, he felt the way your walls fluttered around him.

He thrusted inside of you, his hips snapped against yours and the sound of your skin slapping echoed in the bedroom. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum with Daddy.”

And you did, your body exploded in fireworks when you felt his release planted inside of you. He kept moving, rocking back and forth. He leaned back, leaving your neck to rub your clit once again. He was a moaning mess, the overstimulation made it almost painful to keep going but he did not want it to stop, not until...

“Fuck, Daddy!” And a second wave of pleasure hit you hard, it left you panting and shaking even more than before.

Zemo had to pull away quickly, and already missed the feeling of being inside of you.

Your fingers reached between your bodies, dipping into your folds and moving up to your lips as they were covered in his seed. You painted your lips with his white cum, before you licked them and your fingers clean as he watched, completely amazed and mesmerized. “Taste just as good as I remembered.”

He laughed, he was always one step ahead of everything and everyone, but you always managed to take him by surprise. You were just that great, that perfect. He rolled to the side and fell heavily on the bed. His skin was glistening under the light of the chandeliers from the thin layer of sweat.

You pressed your legs together, clenching around nothing. You hoped you could keep his load inside of you, as a proof this had really happened and it was not just one of your daydreams where you two would be reunited.

“I missed this.” You boke the silence with a small voice. Your fingers brushed over the bruises on your neck, and you hissed at the sensitive skin.

He turned on his side, worried for a second that he went too hard on you. The smile and joy on your face proved him otherwise. “I missed you, Princess.”

“I missed you so much, Daddy.”

*~*~*

The sun hurt your eyes, he noticed. He slipped out of the bed to pull on the curtains only to hurry back to you so you could lay your head on his chest. You were still wearing your bracelet, he started playing with it.

His mind was racing, just like his heart. You could feel it rumble in his chest like a loud engine. Something was bothering him.

“Oh, Zemo...” You caressed his cheek, looking up to study his features. “You can fool the smartest people in the world, but you’ll never be able to lie to me.”

“I’m coming home, Baby. I’m coming home now.”

You looked down again, taking a moment to answer. “Let me guess, you’ll take me to a fancy house like Rebecca’s Manderley and Jane Eyre’s manor at the Rochester’s. You’ll show me around, make me feel like I belong. And you’ll leave, high and dry. Again. All the money and presents from your people won’t erase the pain I felt. Not this time, not ever.”

He pressed his thin lips together. Pain, suffering, he was used to it. He had his fair share of it, caused even more to other people. The thought of hurting you, however, was unbearable.

“Every kingdom needs its king...” He paused and moved you, so you were resting on your elbows and your face was closer to his. “And an even greater queen.”

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #marvel imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws spoilers #tfatws #one shot: champagne problems

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