#anne is smarter than the others think

[nightskymd]

(Ghost, Y/n, and Soap are in the training ground both ghost and Y/n are going to have a fight and Soap is the referee)

(Note: y/n is new to their base and want to check your skills)

Y/n: you get into position, and wait for him to make a move.

Ghost: He stands still, staring at y/n with a raised eyebrow. It's like he's silently daring you to make the first move. He's not giving up his strategy easily.

Soap: makes a noise, looking bored. "Is this really happening?" He mutters to himself, rolling his eyes.

Y/n: you staring at him quietly waiting…

Ghost: he seems like he might wait for you for another half an hour, maybe more.

Soap: clears his throat. "Come on now, you can't both stare at each other all day. Do something." He prompts.

Ghost: Narrows his eyes slightly, as though considering... but he's still not budging.

Y/n wants to make Ghost the first move, and its fixed in mind, if he does not make any move I'm are not ganna too…

Ghost: Sighs and shakes his head, rolling his eyes a little."You're stubborn, I'll give you that." He says, his eyes still fixed on you. He's not going to let you win this easily. "But I have more patience than you." He added.

Y/n: “Same goes to you too!!” You waits for him to strike

Soap: Sighs, as if frustrated by the two of you. "Just *fight*..." He muttered under his breath.

Soap: Rolls his eyes, but says nothing. He was growing more and more annoyed with Ghost's stubbornness each second.

Ghost: Seems to shrug off his annoyance though. He tilts his head slightly, a hint of playful curiosity in his eyes."Are you going to be like this the entire fight? Standing still and waiting?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: “I'm not moving until you make a move” you call out

Ghost: "And I'm not moving until *you* make a move."

(After a moment, he glances toward Soap. "How long do you think we should wait?" He asks, still staring back at you.)

Y/n: IDK!!

Ghost: "This is getting annoying...What do you say, Soap? How long do we give them before they have an *actual fight*?"

Soap: Sighed. "I should've seen this coming." He grumbled. "I mean, you both are stubborn."

Ghost: Expression softened slightly. "Oh come now, can you blame them?" He said, turning back to Soap.

Soap: Rolled his eyes again, and Ghost grinned slightly. "It's adorable, in a way." He added.

Y/n: “Cmom ghost, are you scared you're ganna lose the advantage if you make the first move??” you murmured out loudly

Ghost: "Scared? Me? Of a little person? Never." Ghost retorted. He was starting to enjoy this game, in a way."I simply know that I'm smarter than you. I'll make you make the mistake first."

Soap: Huffed, but didn't say anything.

Y/n: “Then C’MON!! Fight me” you yelled

Ghost: Remained still, arms crossed. The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly. He seems amused by your antics."No... I don't think I will." He said, in a mocking tone that's probably a bad influence for you to learn from."You're not making this *easy* for me, either." Ghost added.

Y/n: you stayed, still being stubborn

Soap sighs and turns away, as though done with the spectacle. You glances toward Soap... and ghost then makes a move.He lunges and goes for a punch straight for you, using his momentum to try and knock you off balance. Soap's head snaps back toward you, eyes growing with surprise and interest. Ghost's smirk grows.

Y/n wiggles in his hold and kicks him on his belly causing him to growl in pain, you quickly kicks him on his knees making him tumble on the floor, you grips his arm tightly turns it back, and handcuff his hands. which you were hiding from the very first

Soap watched on in shocked disbelief. Ghost stares at him for a moment... then his head jerks toward you.

He stares with a stunned expression as the reality set it. Soap chuckled, as though amused by the situation. "I take it back," He muttered. "You're good."Ghost stares at you for a moment, his expression darkening slightly. He seems to be assessing the situation now, as he looks almost annoyed."That's quite an unexpected move." He said, his voice cold.

Y/n: I lost handcuffs, keys

Soap and ghost stare at you completely in silence. The silence is too loud for y/n….

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #mw2 #cod incorrect quotes #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soap ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #soap call of duty #soap cod #y/n #soap x reader #ghost x reader #incorrect quotes #soap mw2 #ghost mwii #ghost x you

[mint-yooxgi]

Hey, I really loved that one wooyoung drabble where they're academic rivals? Can we get a part 2, him being extra annoying and bratty, but also down bad... 👉🏻👈🏻

Part One

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A new semester...

A new chance to get you to pay attention to him...

Wait, that's not right. He only wants to beat you at your own game. One up you in class, prove he's smarter than you, and have you worship him the very same way he worships you...

No, that's not it, either. Wooyoung's going to prove he's the better academic. He doesn't care what you think. It's just a fact that he's smarter.

Maybe.

"Damn, another one point difference between the top two in our major," a voice is overhead saying as Wooyoung walks passed the most recent scoreboard.

"Do you think they have some kind of bet going? They're always trying to outdo the other." Another voice says.

At the looming presence they suddenly sense behind them, the two students turn.

"No, no, it's nothing like that," Wooyoung chuckles, shaking his head. "There's no bet, just some friendly academic competition.

A snort is heard from the male standing beside Wooyoung.

"Right," Yeosang rolls his eyes. "And you don't talk about this person every waking second of every waking day."

Wooyoung smiles tightly, not particularly liking the way the two other students share a look between them.

"As you can see, it's friendly." Wooyoung states, rather firmly as the students scurry off. He watches them go before turning to his friend with a steely expression tugging at his features. "The fuck you mean, Yeo?"

Yeosang snorts, "It's obvious to everyone it's more than just an academic rivalry. Just ask them out already."

"It's not like that!" Wooyoung attempts to defend himself, his lips parted as clear disbelief paints his features.

"Mmhmm," Yeosang hums. "And Mingi and Yunho don't have a competition between them to see how many threesomes they can have this year."

Wooyoung scowls. Everyone in their friend group knows about Yunho's and Mingi's bet.

"That doesn't mean I want to ask them out!"

"You started freaking out when you thought they were on a campus date with Beomgyu." Yeosang deadpans. "Tell me you care without telling me you care."

"That was different!"

"Beomgyu isn't even in your major."

"They could be getting outside information for our upcoming final. I need to know the 'Perfect Academic' isn't so perfect after all." Wooyoung states, matter of factly, crossing his arms over his chest as they walk towards the lecture halls.

"You know, instead of vying for their attention, there's this great thing called 'talking to them' instead." Yeosang shoots Wooyoung a look out of the corner of his eyes.

"I talk to them plenty!" He defends.

"A scholarly debate in class doesn't count."

"What would you know about it?" Wooyoung frowns, stopping suddenly in the middle of the hallway. "You're the one who always freezes around Anne, anyways."

Yeosang purses his lips, a slight tug downwards to his brow. A moment later, and Wooyoung receives a harsh elbow to the side of the ribs.

"Ow! What the fuck, man!"

"It's obvious you like them, and this stupid one sided rivalry is getting old." Yeosang rolls his eyes. "Just ask them out already."

Wooyoung exhales a sharp huff of air through his nose, shaking his head. "I'll ask them out when they score perfect on our next exam."

Surely an impossible feat. No one scores perfect on this professor's exams. Besides, he's not going the one to come to you. He's not going to be the one that'll be desperate for the other. Though, the more you go on ignoring him... perhaps desperate times call for desperate measures after all.

#ask #cultofdionysusnet #wooyoung drabble #ateez drabbles #drabbles #yandere ateez #yandere wooyoung

[anghraine]

5 AM blogging: another female character we know little about who lives rent-free in my head is ... well, there's even less of an excuse, since she comes from a canon full of distinctive female characters.

But I've been weirdly obsessed with Lady Anne Darcy née Fitzwilliam from Pride and Prejudice for years. My first P&P fic was about her and she haunts several of my other ones in different iterations. There are even more fanciful versions of her in my head that I simply refuse to write. Someone once commented that I clearly dislike her because some of the depictions are unfavorable and it was like ... oh no, these are just some of the many ways she rotates in my head.

I mean ... do I subscribe to the idealized maternal figure version of Lady Anne that P&P fandom has often gone for? No—she was basically a good person, but I think the implication is clear that she was the more flawed and less personable of Darcy's parents.

Do I think she was opposed to her sister in perspective generally or in particular about their children's future marriage? No, I don't think there's any reason to assume so. I imagine her as smarter and kinder than Lady Catherine (Wickham is the first person to mention Lady Anne and doesn't seem to have any particular grudge against her), but by no means opposed in character or opinions. Yet she remains extremely blorbo-shaped in my mind.

There are other scraps, like ... Lady Catherine's chilly remark about daughters not being of much consequence to their fathers. What exactly was the dynamic between the late earl and Lady Anne and Lady Catherine? :\

And both sisters married into quite similar sort of families (not peers but influential old money grand landowners), which inclines me to think the Fitzwilliams were after something there rather than that they were grand romances. Lady Catherine seized control of her life and everyone else's in her vicinity. What did Lady Anne do? Who knows?

These are scraps from a very few offhand statements. Lady Anne is barely mentioned in P&P and we can only piece together a few scarce hints some time after her death (we have no idea how much time) while nearly everyone who knew her and the late Mr Darcy praises her personable, benevolent, kindly husband to the skies. And what little we know suggests IMO that she was ... a messy figure, let's say.

But honestly, I find him annoying and Lady Anne immensely lovable. I don't know!

#practically perfect in every way mr darcy senior fucking up with wickham #while lady anne ... well my headcanon that darcy is very much her son will never be shaken #i just find the whole situation a delightful mess #but mostly lady anne herself is :) #anghraine babbles #anghraine's headcanons #austen blogging #austen fanwank #lady anne darcy #lady catherine de bourgh

[sinshinelennypops]

creepypasta drabble + headcanons pt. 2

More stuff about my silly serial killers, more semi fanon inspiration mixed with my own preferences and stuff

Enjoy!

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EJ is my most rewritten pasta so far, I think I've reworked him the most out of everyone, here are a few headcanons

-EJ was actually incredibly social, and still is, when he was in college -He was the drummer for a small band that unfortunately split up when the lead singer transferred out -Got sacrificed at the age of 20, two and a half years into his degree (he is now 24) -Incredibly smart and cunning, doesn't just eat kidneys, consumes most if not all of a corpse when he feasts -An only child, now considers BEN and Jeff his adoptive younger brothers -Eats cake on his mom's birthday (one of the only times he eats normal human food) -Had a pretty good family life, his mom was a teacher at his high school and his dad worked as a car salesman -His parents don't know he is still alive and it kills him

Alright, all the EJ stuff is out of the way (will definitely post more of him later). Here's more general stuff

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-Jeff regularly dyes his hair black to keep up his edgy look -Tim and Brian are always, always planning around birthdays and special occassions. Just because they are murderers doesn't mean they don't care -I cannot stress this enough, everyone in that house cares for each other -Kate is and always will be considered an apex predator, the only other two 'apex predators' being Tim and Brian -The hierarchy goes.. Tim, Brian, and Kate (apex predators), Toby, Jeff, EJ and Nina (proxies or close to it), Natalie, Ann, Jane, and Helen (extra defense and backup proxies). Power dynamics can be a bit tense but everyone is generally respectful. -With Sally around everyone is usually pretty friendly, she lifts tension easily and is way smarter than she appears to be -BEN is a little shit, he's constantly being a teasing brat and knows more secrets than he should

#creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta #tim wright #tim masky #ticci toby #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #headcanons #headcanon list #creepypasta headcanons

[upsidedog]

max mayfield is 7 years old, like kelly green and annie johnson, who are her best friends. she isn’t their’s, she knows this. like she knows kelly will live in a mansion, become a princess and drive a lamborghini with her twelve kids and husband, tom simon, her seat partner. kelly’s happy, obviously, she cheated, she always cheats at m.a.s.h, but max is happy for kelly anyway, she tells her. max is marrying annie’s dad, the other girls gag at the idea, she makes a joke about marrying rich “like grandma said my mom should’ve!” max laughs too loud, no response from the girls. “i’m glad she didn’t though cuz i love my dad…” she specifies. this embarrassment doesn’t stop her from squealing at her own barf joke later on, she repeats it in case kelly and ann didn’t hear. “she’s so annoying, do we have to keep hanging out with her? your guy’s moms aren’t even friends anymore.” kelly pleads after recess, max knows they know she can hear them.

max mayfield is 9 years old, she and billy hargrove recently became siblings, legally at least, billy would not call them that, max doesn’t care. and not in the way that she’s feigning chillness to seem on top of things, but in the way that she knows if she plays her cards right she can prove herself as someone worth calling a sister. “that jacket makes you look like a dyke.” billy says, he and his friends pool into the backyard. a month ago she’d ask if she could play with them, but she’s smarter now, she’s no longer a pussy, she’s a dyke, its change, it’s progress, she can work with it. “yeah, even more than usual.” one of the friends adds, everybody laughs. max remains focused on tightening the bolts of her skateboard and uses her free hand to flip the boys off. mentally she prays this is what playful sibling fighting looks like and not an action that will get her deck ripped away from her and broken against the concrete. it’s fine, the boys mock and jeer but don’t say anything she hasn’t heard before. another friend asks if she rides her skateboard or just pretends to be it’s mom. this is in reference to the time she convinced herself the boys were interested in knowing her and earnestly spoke about the mechanics of her skateboard, being too passionate, speaking too much, smiling too wide. all things she has since learned the right amount of is none. “i don’t know.” she gets up. “do you have a life or are you such a dweeb the only time you feel the need to get off your ass is to annoy a little girl with real hobbies?” when she walks off she hears the other boys gang up on him, he’s the new fool, all the other boys were just guilty of the same thing, but whatever. she thinks maybe if she maintains this for a little longer they can return back to the sibling conversation. they don’t even have to call it that, they could just do the part where they’re nice to each other sometimes.

max mayfield is 11 years old. jenny chen is a teenager, fifteen, from san francisco, short black hair, dresses like she’s on the cover of thrasher, first girl max has ever seen at the skate park who isn’t just there to watch. max wants to be her friend so bad it makes her stomach turn. until it happens. “i never see other girls who skate! it’s so cool to meet you, i’m jenny!” max knows. she ignores jenny’s invitation to fist bump. “do you really skate? or are you just someone’s girlfriend?” max knows the answer to the question, but she also knows the ending to this story. jenny pulls her hand back like max hit it. “yeah i skate, but i’m sure the boys here wish.” her laugh is refreshing, max didn’t know that was a thing laughs could be, it was so cool and light and confident, like it reset something in her. max wonders how someone can be so cool without any hit of cruelty, when max tells jenny she has to do a trick to prove it she shrugs and agrees like it wasn’t something said with the intention of upsetting her. jenny does an ollie off on the half pipe and asks if she can see any of max’s tricks. it makes max more upset that there’s no malice in this request, the audacity to show genuine interest in her. max is usually too mean but to jenny she cannot be mean enough. and typically she cannot do an ollie off a half pipe. today is no different. she falls and wakes up in the hospital. billy hands her flowers, rolls his eyes, then goes to wait in the car. max’s mom lets jenny apologize. it’s a real genuine apology, even though she has nothing to be sorry for it still feels good and different. max tells jenny to leave and never sees her at the park again.

max mayfield is 13 years old, she wonders if the group of boys yelling over dig dug are too. her initial annoyance with their hogging of her favorite game has melted into an admiration.. that’s too bold, curiosity, maybe. there’s arguments every other minute but between those there’s “oh wait! oh shit! lucas you genius! you genius!” whoever’s praising “lucas” gets so excited his friend progressed in the game the other boys have to pull him away. when the little one says he can’t see, no one mocks his size, instead the group instinctively makes room for their friend. and they’re all being too loud, too passionate, definitely taking the game too seriously. max wonders what it would be like to have something like that. she wonders how long they have all been friends for. do you have one chance for something like their’s as a child and then never again? has she missed her opportunity? could she even exist in an environment like that or would her cruelness be so sharp it’d cut through any moments tenderness? if she just walked up and asked to join what they’d say? answers for another day. maybe never. probably never.

max mayfield is 15 years old and mike wheeler’s basement is her favorite place in the whole wide world. which is why it’s the ideal location for her birthday party. sure billy is dead and el and will are moving next week, but ignore that, because yes will and el are moving away which is sad because they’re two of her best friends, but they’re two of her best friends, and she’s there’s. el is sitting on the floor with max making stupid jokes and max is clutching a pillow to her stomach, laughing like she’s alone, too much, too loud, dustin joins in and is even worse, she loves it. lucas interrupts, nudging her back with his foot. “this is the part you like.” he mouths, big, stupid, earnest, adorable smile on his face, so proud to remember. she’s proud of him too, swooned might be the better word, if she’s being honest. she likes him so much she wants to shrink herself into something small and accessible for him, but the worst part is that isn’t even what he wants from her. as much as max is trained to see the worst in others, lucas is real and warm and never says anything he doesn’t mean and he says he likes her. “thanks.” is all she can get out, trying not unravel from the affection. her last straw is mike and will marching down the basement stairs singing happy birthday. she’s clenching her teeth, mentally “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry”-ing. she’s crying. it didn’t work, she’s crying. they’re doing this nice thing and she’s going to ruin the moment because she’s crying, they’re the best friends she’s ever had and she’s crying, they’re the only friends she’s ever had and she’s crying and they’re hugging her and laughing and she’s laughing and oh god, it’s good, she’s crying because she’s loved.

#stranger things #max mayfield #lumax #elmax #madwheeler #madcleric #idk any of the other pairing names (the 1s u’d think are platonic r platonic btw) #byler #<- idgaf them bringing that cake down the stairs was romantic #sorry for the longness and the me clearly not being a writerness i need a way to write fanfiction without writing fanfiction #tw d slur #cw d slur

[ca-suffit]

Almost 50 years old with a job, spouse, and kid and sending each other asks like this to feel superior over an online space of mainly 20 somethings lol. Everyone in "that (black) subset" already knows who these characters are and can confront the topics v easily. All this Nalyra group can do is post things like OHH NOBODY IS READY FOR THIS OHH WE'RE SO MUCH BETTER AND SMARTER THAN THESE (BLACK) PEOPLE. It also may surprise u to learn that slavery existed in America and this fantasy Daddy Marius thing u think ppl can't tolerate is nothing compared to real history. You'll never understand that though because you'd have to acknowledge race and real life outside of Anne Rice books to do that. You'd feel so embarrassed by how u sound if u did tho. like this is rly braindead shit lol. I bet you get off to this though, sounding like a ten year old edgelord to own the woke mob. But you're just v typical racists, lol, while layering on some bs "did u know there's a worse white man than Lestat, did u ever use ur brains." Ok lol. Groundbreaking, more than one white man is shitty. How could we ever imagine such a world?! Marius existing won't make Lestat suddenly be less. Aren't you the ones always crowing that he's the main character? Oh but I forgot, you think it'll all be retconned once "the truth (Lestat's story)" comes out, because you have Anne Rice brain rot and think that's quality storytelling instead of embarrassing and insulting to the audience. You also talk like this as if you won't be screaming and throwing up about it when the show doesn't coddle Marius either and make this all sexy roleplaying. Armand was just referred to as Marius' "sub" in another recent post by crazy white fandom book people. You're the ones who won't be able to handle what's coming. Then you'll just keep moving the goal post, saying shit like this forever so you can keep yourself feeling superior. It's sad u don't go to therapy and talk about why this is the thing that makes you feel in control of your life.

Virginia is a whole psych study 2 lol. Honey u have to separate urself from the fictional man and get real help. Having racist tantrums because black people can understand your man better than u is not it. He's not real, he's not you. It's funny how book ppl are always saying the books teach empathy when you're intolerant of anyone who disagrees with you (or is just black). tbf, that is one way u actually understand Lestat tho lol. These people have all the time in the world to excuse shitty behavior from white men due to trauma, mental illness, "their time period," but Louis, Claudia, and Armand are also victims and yet just victimized more in the fandom. We can't even discuss fr "memory is a monster" without you dipshits being racist about it. How many posts about Episode 5 have we gd had since the last trailer dropped, when that's something you had to go frame by frame to even catch, and also make a lot of assumptions some things are even from that scene. You can't appreciate any of the rest of the story, you're obsessively zeroed in on Lestat being freed from all guilt of DV. You're sick in the head with your love of whiteness.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #amc iwtv #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #fandom racism

[firstdivisiongirl]

Greetings! I am writing the request for a friend of mine who has Tumblr but she is too lazy to write it. The request in question would be with Zoro. Set after the timeskip with a female reader where Reader thinks Zoro likes Robin (my friend has only heard about this ship with Zoro) and is incredibly jealous and pissed off all the time. Even though Zoro actually likes Reader and she thinks Reader likes Sanji too. It can end however you want as long as there is a happy ending here ... Thanks for your availability! The request is officially from @camaleontesuldivano, don't write to her, she won't answer you, she won't answer me either. Usually I send him his things, because she is just too lazy to do it ...

Hey sister! For those of you that don’t know, this is one of my sworn sisters. I finished your friends request. This was shockingly hard for me to write. I’ve been just racking my brain thinking it wasn’t good enough. I’ve had like 3 different versions. I think it’s really good now and I hope your friend will love it. Thanks!

Jealousy, Jealousy

To say you had a crush on Zoro, was like saying Luffy loves meat.  It was just a fact.  But you knew it was never meant to be.  He was in love with another.  He was in love with Nico Robin.  You knew it was inevitable.  She was smarter than you, prettier than you, better than you.  But you still went up to the crow’s nest to train with Zoro.  He lifted weights in one area, while you did yoga in another.

To say Zoro had a crush on you, was like saying Chopper loves cotton candy.  It was just a fact.  But you knew it was never meant to be.  You were in love with another.  You were in love with Sanji.  He didn’t know why.  Sanji was well, Sanji. But he still let you come to the crow’s nest to train with him.  He lifted weights in one area, while you did yoga in another.

The two of you were a great team. He sliced down enemies.  You paralyzed them with your chi blocking.  You were yin and yang, not only in battle.  He was angrier while you were calmer.  He slept and drank a lot, while you didn’t.  But, you were both blind to the others feelings.

It was a perfect day on the Thousand Sunny.  The seas were calm and crystal clear.  The sky was cloudless.  You had come out from the girls’ room and noticed Zoro was talking to Robin.  He was laughing!  He rarely ever laughed.  You were hoping to enjoy this beautiful day, but now you were pissed and jealous.  You were always pissed and jealous when you saw him with her, but you were usually good at hiding it. At least you thought you were (the bumps on Luffy’s head would disagree). But today, not so much.  Why couldn’t that be you to make him smile?  Why couldn’t he like you?  Why, just why?  You went to the tangerine trees to find Nami.

“Why is that boy always with Robin,” you asked the orange haired girl, “what makes her so great?  I mean I’m awesome.  I can be fun too.”

Nami laughed, “Is someone jealous again?  Is your little crush on him getting to you?  You going to get super pissy and stab a hole through a tangerine again because if so, you can leave.”

“No!  I just don’t get what makes her better than me? Besides, she is prettier, smarter.”

“You are so jealous today.  Just get back at him.  Make him jealous of you.”

“Really?” you asked

“Really,” she answered with a devilish look in her eyes as she continued to pick tangerines.

You knew exactly what to do.

***

“Oh Sanji, you’re so funny and handsome and a great cook,” you said to the curly browed cook who’s blue eyes were now replaced with hearts.

“You’re so sweet Y/N-swan.  Such a beautiful woman like you deserve the best.  I promise I’ll give that to you!”

Then Sanji kissed your palm.  Your plan to make Zoro jealous was in full swing.  Whenever you got the chance, you went to spend time with Sanji.  You made sure that whatever time you would have spent with the moss head swordsman was now spent with the girl crazy chef.

Did it affect Zoro?  Yes.  He was getting extremely annoyed with this.  He wanted you to train with him and not sit in the kitchen all over Sanji.  He was pissed.  So he did what he had to do.

He picked you up and carried you out of the kitchen to the crow’s nest.  When you got there, he set you down on the couch.

“What are you doing with nosebleed-kun?  What does he have that I don’t? Besides, stupidity and curly eyebrows? Why do you hate me now?” he said, a mix of anger and hurt in both his voice and sparkling eyes.

“Is someone jealous?” you retort. “I’m not into Sanji!  God no.  But aren’t you in love with Robin?  I thought you didn’t care about me.  That’s why I’ve been spending time with Sanji and why’ve I been lashing out at Luffy for being too loud.”

You heard a familiar chuckle come out of the swordsman’s mouth while his eye widened.  “I’ve only been spending time with Robin because she’s been helping me plan on how I’m going to ask you out.”

Your jaw dropped.  You got up from the couch and smashed your lips onto Zoro’s.  They were chapped, but you didn’t care.  You two moved in sync.  After a few seconds, you two broke away from each other panting.  He was the first to speak.  “So next island, you want to go to a bar with me?”

You nodded, still panting.  You two smiled, your foreheads now rested on each other’s forehead .   “I guess all is back to normal.  Train with me later?” you asked.  “Of course.  Can I be there when you break the two bit chef’s heart?  I need a good laugh.”

You nodded.  He grabbed your hand while the two of you intertwined fingers.  You left the crow’s nest.  Everyone was happy now, well everyone except for Sanji.

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#one piece #trafalgar d nami #request #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #fluff #marimo #vinsmoke sanji #poor Sanji he will never find love #nico robin

[spotsandsocks]

hi spotty 💖 thinking about the evan with a b fic. feel free to ramble about it!

Hello 🥰

Well it’s @loserdiaz who started it all and then my brain started to have thoughts.

Don’t know I’d you’ve seen the 80s mini series which I loved and will be blending with the Netflix series

Eddie is going to be a Diana/Gil combo or they won’t have any time together so a bit of enemies to friends to lovers im going to age hen chim down a bit and probably age buck Eddie up from Anne and Gil.

Plan to have orphan/unwanted buck angst

A dead mouse scene

A mystery teacher

A boat rescue

A fall from a rooftop

Ruby’s house fire

Eddie leaving and coming back with a child maybe??? With Chim as his friend

Teacher buck and doctor Eddie end game

Some star gazing thanks to a tag by @daffi-990 (thank you love)

And I’m open to any ideas or suggestions if your brain is thinking thoughts. Lmk what you think 🩷

I’m very happy that you’ve been thinking about it thanks for coming to say hi 🩷🩷🩷 a little bit under cut

Lucy’s face gets a trifle smuger and he can feel the urge to prove her wrong bubbling up inside him. He could do it. It’s not that high. It’s not that far from one end of the roof to the other. How hard can it be? He’s strong and he’s got excellent balance.

“Buck.”

Eddie Diaz’s voice is serious, dripping with a message he’s not actually voicing but is in his eyes when Buck sneaks a look at him.

“It’s not a good idea.”

“Eddie’s right, it’s far too high. You could never manage it. Don’t worry, we understand.”

Her eyes are alight with challenge.

“Buck, don’t”

He ignores that, again from Eddie Diaz. Who is he to tell Buck not to do something. Just because he scored highest in last week's maths test doesn’t mean he knows what Buck can and can’t do. Doesn’t mean he’s better than Buck just because he’s smarter and taller and more handsome.

#fic evan with a b #asks

[rypnami]

always you

ship: leander prewett x sebastian sallow

word count: 2.0 k

content: aged-up characters, auror sebastian, basically no plot, top!sebastian, sub!leander, semi-pining, risky places (??), i don’t write smut usually so this is probably bad, handjobs, anal sex, fingering, begging

summary: self-indulgent prewlow smut with no plot that’s been in my drafts for way too long. if you know me irl and you see this no you didn’t.

a/n: this is dedicated to aisling. i hate u. i love u. why do u make me do these things. also, for the purposes of this fic, pretend aurors have proper offices instead of just cubicles.

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Sebastian was exhausted. For weeks, the Auror department had been tracking a notorious dealer of Dark or otherwise cursed artifacts. Sebastian’s team had been put in charge, an opportunity he’d jumped at.

Of course, just when they thought they’d had the guy cornered, it had all gone horribly wrong, and now Sebastian’s partner was in St Mungo’s. The healers assured him they’d be able to re-attach Larson’s foot, but he couldn’t help feeling more than a little guilty. He should have known better. Head Auror Middlebury had offered for him to take the day off today, and recover, but Sebastian had declined.

Now he sat alone in his office, his face in his hands, trying to work out exactly what had gone wrong. Perhaps they should’ve known the man wouldn’t be working alone, like they’d thought, and that he’d put up a fight. Perhaps he just wasn’t ready to lead yet.

Sebastian picked at a spot on his desk with a long sigh. If someone had told him back at school that in the future he’d be one of the people catching Dark wizards, he would never have believed them. He often wondered about what Anne would think of him now, and his career path. Did she even know? He knew she and Ominis were still close, but he was unsure if Ominis was keeping her updated on what he was doing with his life now- or if she even cared. If she did, would she be surprised about the outcome of this raid? Or would she have expected him to fail?

Sebastian rubbed his eyes. Perhaps he really should have taken that day off. He needed to collect himself. Abruptly, he was pulled from his thoughts as someone knocked lightly at his door, then pushed it open. Leander entered the office, looking a bit sheepish as he closed the door behind him.

“Prewett. Do you need something?” Sebastian asked, trying to ignore the way his stupid, traitorous heart fluttered upon seeing him.

“Erm, well…” Leander rubbed the back of his neck, a slight pink flush colouring his freckled cheeks. “I just, uh, I heard about what happened yesterday…”

Sebastian cleared his throat. “Ah. Right.” That was embarrassing. Leander didn’t even work as an Auror- his office was 2 floors down, in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. If even they were hearing about it, then surely everyone knew.

“Wanted to make sure you’re okay, is all.” Leander offered a little smile.

“I am, but Larson certainly isn’t. He lost his foot, although I’m sure everyone already knows that by now.”

Leander frowned, walking over and leaning against Sebastian’s desk. “I thought they were able to put it back on.”

“Well, yeah, but the point is it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I should’ve been smarter.” Sebastian stared back down at his desk, feeling another wave of shame.

“I don’t think you should blame yourself.”

Sebastian glanced up at Leander, thinking. Back at school, they hadn’t been particularly friendly, but once they both started working at the ministry they’d certainly been growing closer. At least once a week now, one of them inevitably found their way into the other’s office. Dare he say, seeing that lanky ginger twat was one of the only things he had to look forward to these days. Despite what he’d thought during school, Leander was actually a very sweet, caring man, albeit a bit awkward and insecure.

“Maybe.” Before he could stop himself, Sebastian reached out to where the other man’s hand rested on his desk, gently brushing his fingers across the backs of Leander’s. He wasn’t sure why he did it- perhaps he just needed a distraction from everything, and he knew Leander would happily provide that. Sebastian wasn’t so oblivious as to not have noticed that the other man had been flirting with him for the past several weeks.

Leander gasped slightly, those plump, full lips parting slightly, and that was all the invitation Sebastian needed. He quickly stood, hands moving to cup Leander’s face as he leaned in to kiss him. He tilted his head up a bit to compensate for their height difference. Leander eagerly reciprocated, parting his lips further to accept the push of Sebastian’s tongue. As their tongues swirled together, Leander wrapped his arms around Sebastian’s waist, pulling them close together.

They kissed like that for several moments, Sebastian shoving his tongue as far as he could in Leander’s mouth before they broke apart. Sebastian smirked as he saw how flustered Leander had become. His face was almost as red as his hair, something that Sebastian privately thought was very cute. To be fair, everything about him was cute, though.

Pushing that annoying thought away, Sebastian reached down and groped Leander through his trousers, earning him a low, shuddering groan. His smirk widened as he squeezed, feeling how excited the other man already was. “That’s all it takes to get you hard, hm?” Sebastian teased. “Good to know…” He undid Leander’s belt buckle and slowly slid his hand down his pants. “Just tell me when to stop,” he murmured.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Leander whimpered, then gasped as Sebastian wrapped his fingers around his stiffening cock. He gave it a few teasing pumps, his own twitching in his trousers and begging for attention. That could wait, though. He removed his hand and began fumbling with the buttons of Leander’s shirt. He pulled it off, blushing as he took in the freckled chest, a light smattering of ginger hair across it. Sebastian found himself wanting to bite, but he held off for now.

Leander whined and tugged at Sebastian’s shirt, so he stilled, allowing him to remove it. He groaned as Leander’s hands glided over the planes of his chest. Why had they waited so long to do this? In the back of his mind, he thought that maybe they should have locked the door, lest anyone walk in, but he couldn’t be bothered to worry anymore- Sebastian’s mind was lost in a haze of lust, desperate for Leander. His cock twitched, leaking in his trousers.

Sebastian grabbed Leander and kissed him again, shoving his tongue back into his mouth with a moan. The room was quiet except for their moans as they kissed and ran their hands all over each other.

“I want you,” Sebastian mumbled against Leander’s mouth, not quite breaking the kiss. “I need you.”

“Yes,” Leander gasped. “Yes, please.”

Sebastian nodded, completely unbuttoning Leander’s trousers and pushing them down along with his underpants, biting back a groan as he took in all of Leander’s length. “You’re a big boy,” he chuckled breathlessly.

Leander whined at the praise, his big brown eyes hooded as he stared at Sebastian.

“Have you ever been fucked before?”

“Y-yes… o-once…”

Sebastian felt an annoying stab of jealousy at that, wondering who, but he tried to ignore it. This meant nothing to him, it was just a casual fucking, but he was also going to pound Leander so hard that he’d forget all about whoever came first.

He bent Leander over his desk, papers scattering, but neither of them cared. Sebastian dropped his own trousers and began pumping his own cock. A few beads of precum dripped from his tip onto the office floor.

He took two fingers and slowly sucked them, taking the time to admire how pretty and round Leander’s ass was. Once his fingers were slick with saliva, he began gently prodding Leander’s hole.

“Shit,” Leander gasped. “Please,”

“Hush,” Sebastian said with a low chuckle, slowly pushing his fingers in. “Can’t have anyone hearing you…” The office did have silencing charms in place, but Sebastian had cast them quite some time ago, and it was very possible they’d worn off by now.

Sebastian kept pushing his fingers in and out, prepping Leander’s hole as the ginger wriggled and moaned.

“Please, Sebby,” Leander begged. “Please, your cock, I want your cock!”

Sebastian felt a pleasant shiver run up his spine at the pet name. Why did that feel so good? If anyone else had called him that, he might have smacked them. Coming from Leander, however, it just felt right. He halfway pulled his fingers out before shoving them back in as deep as he could, which made Leander squeal. “Hush,” Sebastian ordered again.

Sebastian removed his fingers and fumbled around his desk for his wand. He could have used his spit again, but a lubrication charm was faster and more efficient. He pumped his cock again, making sure it was nice and slick before he lined himself up. “Ready?”

Leander nodded, his cheeks flushing even darker as he felt Sebastian’s tip brush up against him. “Y-you’re such a tease.”

Sebastian chuckled. “That I am, sweetheart.” He pushed in, stopping at just the tip. “All right?”

“More,” Leander begged, desperation seeping into his voice. He squirmed beneath Sebastian.

He began slowly thrusting, moaning in time with Leander. “You’re so tight,” Sebastian grunted.

“H-harder…!” Leander let out a long, loud moan, bucking his hips again. “Please!”

“How many times do I have to tell you to hush?” Sebastian teased. He snaked his arm around and firmly pressed his hand over Leander’s lips. “Quiet.”

Leander’s eyes rolled with pleasure as Sebastian began to thrust harder. He moaned, slightly muffled by Sebastian’s hand.

Sebastian growled as he pounded harder and harder, fuelled by Leander’s noises. He felt a tension growing in his core as his balls tightened, but he refused to blow his load just yet. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. Sebastian slowed down for a few moments, watching how Leander’s back arched and his fingers gripped the edges of the desk until his knuckles were white.

He sped back up, groaning with each thrust. “Fuck,” he whimpered. “I’m gonna cum… can I…?” Sebastian removed his hand.

“Yes,” Leander gasped. “F-fill me up, Sebby…”

The pet name again- it tipped Sebastian over the edge. He slammed back in one last time, burying himself deep in Leander’s ass as he found his release. Leander squealed as Sebastian’s load filled him- neither cared anymore if anyone overheard.

Sebastian stayed buried as he reached around, gripping Leander’s neglected cock. “Your turn, princess.” He pumped Leander’s cock, leaning down to whisper filthy words in his ear. He didn’t last long before spurting all over Sebastian’s hand with a strangled moan.

The two men panted, staying in that position for a few moments before Sebastian straightened up, gently pulling out. He licked all of Leander’s cum off his fingers, smirking as he noticed the man watching with wide eyes. “You taste good,” Sebastian cooed.

They both set about re-dressing, the room quiet as they tried to make themselves somewhat presentable. Sebastian buttoned his shirt back up, unable to take his eyes off Leander.

Leander’s hair, usually well-groomed and orderly, was a sweaty mess. Before Sebastian could stop himself, he pushed his fingers through it, trying to style it in the way he knew Leander liked.

Why the fuck did he even know how Leander preferred his hair styled?

Leander blushed, another shy smile flickering across his features. Merlin, why was he so adorable?

“See… see you tomorrow?” Leander gently traced his fingers over Sebastian’s wrist.

Sebastian cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes. Tomorrow.”

“Right.”

They both stood together in a strangely comfortable silence, before Leander turned to leave. Sebastian walked him to the door, unsure what exactly the proper thing to do was.

“See you later, Prewett,” Sebastian grinned, giving Leander’s ass a quick squeeze as he walked out.

“Y-yeah,” Leander said, flushed crimson. Sebastian watched him go before sitting back at his desk.

For the first time in a long time, he was glad he’d come to work.

#sebastian: i do not have a crush on leander #also sebastian: *jealous noises at the idea of someone else having slept with him* #MDNI #dividers by cafekitsune #hogwarts legacy #hp fandom #hogwarts legacy fandom #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #prewlow #leander x sebastian #hogwarts legacy fanfic #smut #hl smut #leander prewett smut #sebastian sallow smut #writeblr #fanfic writing #fanfiction #smut fic #smut drabble #m/m #leander prewett x sebastian sallow #auror sebastian #cursebreaker leander

[coentinim]

Cannot control the Innocent brainrot anylonger. I think Charles-Henry, as an adult, becomes quite smarter than his father. He uses mind-games as opposed to brute force to get what he wants from people. But honestly, Jean-Baptiste is more honest.

Also, young Charles strikes me as someone who feminizes himself for two reasons: partly because he spent his puberty in boarding school for boys (usually in single-sex institutions, for girls some girls would try to masculinize themselves and in all-boys club, some boys will feminize themselves. I think it's because men and women are meant to live together, and if one is missing, someone will try to fill the void) and partially because he was exposed to mob violence at an early age. One doesn't try to brute force their way out if they are so outmached. Most girls will learn to use ruse instead brute force earlier than boys (most of the time), both because of socialisation and also because the average woman is weaker than the average man per equal amount of exercise. Also, children learn by example, and he was primarely raised by Anne-Marthe, who's a master manipulator.

I think Charles' relationship to femininity is something very fun to analyse. He is very stereotypically feminine, both in character and appearance - so much so that I've seen people headcanon him as trans in either direction. As you've mentioned, he is more cunning than violent. He also expresses his emotions more outwardly and has very feminine mannerisms. He felt good while dressed as a woman for that one ball (though it was kind of an erotic experience rather than gender euphoria...). I don't think he's trans, I think it might be him taking after his grandmother and maybe his bisexuality, I mean his homosexual attraction to other boys, that makes him want to take on the 'feminine role' sometimes. (I'm not sure if gay men actually do think this way or if it's just a media thing though). Didn't Jean de Chartois mistake him for a girl, too?... Also, Marie takes after her father more, so she is very masculine. Again, it's a thing of gender roles. Perhaps Charles would like to take on the more submissive role in life that was traditionally assigned to women? Though Anne-Marthe was anything but submissive, so I'm not sure. It's a mystery.

#charles' gender blender #innocent manga #answer☆

[canonically47]

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this one

okay well total drama has a LOT of obvious mistakes and most of them come from the time in which it was written and published and the rushed season of only 13 instead of 26 episodes starting with ROTI

i also feel like they treat their characters and ships very badly, making them go right back where they started if they ever get any growth, which rarely happens. or their development is too sudden and not believable. priya, max, scarlett, that mini-arc shasmine had about splitting the money, aleheather in TDWT, prileb in TD 2024...

i rewatched ROTI and the girls were mistreated horribly. what can you expect from a season where the finalists are two guys? dakota’s internal issues were never discussed further than a funny haha moment when dawn read her aura, dawn never got to do anything for her team and her elimination was rushed, jo’s internalized mysoginy was a haha joke and never adressed properly, zoey had a whole villain-and-back-to-hero arc and STILL didn’t make finale???

also i hate when they introduce some groups and never further develop them, or develop them very little. lindsay, beth and ezekiel could’ve been an ICONIC trio. i miss leshawna and gwen’s friendship so much, and same goes for bowie and emma. jo and brick had so much potential to become allies or at least frenemies, amy and sammy were not handled well, THE E-SCOPE TRIO!!! i’m in shambles

so if i wrote TDI i’d just give the characters some proper development, more moments to shine, more fun relationships with the others. this show is based on its characters, they’re the stars!! so why not make them shine instead of burn??

gen 1 is too much work to rewrite but i’d keep TDI about the same except have a leshawna vs gwen finale, with leshawna as a ‘canon’ winner. TDA would have a harold vs lindsay finale with harold as the ‘official’ winner.

in TDWT i’d cut the duncney-gwuncan arc, make duncan never come back cuz fuck that guy, gwourtney wins. sierra gets better development. noah makes merge and fulfills his schemer role, constantly sabotaging alejandro. they become frenemies. aleheather still wins and goes to finale. alejandro doesn’t get the robot costume and we don’t hear from him again until TDAS.

for ROTI, would make jo a proper antagonist and make her butt heads with scott when the merge happened. my final six for ROTI would be scott, jo, zoey, brick, lightning and anne maria. yes, brick and anne maria, you read that right.

i still think scott shouldn’t make finale, and jo only if she got development. so maybe the merge could happen just two episodes earlier to get more stuff out of them, so the merge would include cameron and mike. scott would go before jo, and jo would be left to fend for herself after scott got cameron eliminated. this is where i would make her develop a friendship with anne maria and brick. get zoey in there and you have the anti-scott alliance. they get him out (NO TRAUMA CHAIR NEEDED, HE WILL BE FINE) and then lightning, then the girls unite against brick. sorry man.

the finale would be between two of the girls, i’d like to see jomaria or joey fight, jo needs that development. the one who gets out previously is an insta-elimination and not decided by the others.

and voilá! jo gets development and some healthy friendships! her and brick could also get together but maybe in another season. this season is for her alone to shine, she deserves it.

oh, and that’s the main thing about ROTI - i’d give them two more seasons. they deserve a WT-esque season.

i’d completely rewrite TDPI. make rodney first diss when the girls are disgusted by him (and also shit him cuz fuck him), dave an earlier boot, get beardo like third or fourth cuz i wanna see more of him, give scarlett a proper character arc instead of a rushed one throughout just one episode, make max a bit smarter and let him become a ‘hero’ rather than a villain he wants to be by rescuing everyone from scarlett since he knows her weaknesses best...

my ideal final five are shawn, jasmine, max, topher and ella. also my five favorites so no wonder. i’ll explain their arcs.

topher - 5th: shawn and jasmine, as well as max and ella, become duos after the scarlett incident (maybe it happens earlier?), and topher is outside of any alliance. plus he was getting kinda annoying, not to mention he gave chris too many ideas for challenges. damn it, topher!

ella - 4th: when she is forbidden from singing, she still goes behind chris’ back and does it, only that she intercepts sugar’s note and burns it. sugar is an earlier boot than originally because ella realizes she just hates her guts and she’s trying to befriend her for nothing. when ella stops singing, she puts her head in the game more than usual, but her refusal to hurt animals and serenade them instead gets her out eventually, by chris, not by the others.

max - 3rd: with no alliance and a softer spot than usual, he gets out at his own, last challenge.

finale: shawn vs jasmine

the same conflict about splitting the money, only that it comes earlier and is developed more. for one, chris shows jasmine the confessionals right after max’s voting ceremony.

shawn’s helper ends up being ella, but she’s been watching from playa des losers and is unhappy with how shawn treated jasmine. meanwhile, max is jasmine’s helper. max and jasmine sabotage shawn, ella doesn’t help him, but then when max and ella are given the controls for the island, they both realize the gravity of what they’ve done when they see shawn and jasmine buried in snow.

both jasmine and shawn get an ending. in both endings, jasmine gets out of the snow, doesn’t pay attention to the finish line, and goes to search for shawn, who pops out in confusion. the two have a heart-to-heart interrupted by chris to announce the race is still happening, and they have ten seconds left. in shawn’s ending, jasmine just nods to him and he crosses; in jasmine’s ending, shawn insists she crosses. pretty similar endings, the outcome is about the same, but i like to think jasmine’s is the ‘canon’ one.

and then they get another season!

so, our seasons are...

gen 1 - 3 seasons: total drama island, total drama action, total drama world tour

gen 2 - 3 seasons: total drama revenge of the island, total drama retour, total drama cruise or lose

gen 3 - 2 seasons: total drama pahkitew island, total drama reaction

gen 1 x gen 2 x gen 3: total drama all stars

TDAS would include eight contestants of each generation. gen 1 gets heather, alejandro, owen, noah, gwen, courtney, sierra, and leshawna. gen 2 gets jo, anne maria, zoey, mike, brick, cameron, lightning and scott. gen 3 gets shawn, jasmine, topher, max, ella, sugar, sammy and scarlett.

and then for the reboot i’d just make bowie win for the first season. the second season would have more development.

emma and bowie become friends again. mkulia become reluctant allies but still dislike each other. eventually they warm up to each other tho 👀. ripaxel also happens over the course of more episodes. couples butt heads - mkulia, rajbow and ripaxel - but mkulia dominate the game. short ripaxel-mkulia alliance in which they get out prileb (who have a better development trust), wayne and bowie.

damien gets to keep his immunity idol but doesn’t need to use it until the final five: axel, julia, mk, damien and raj. the girls unite against him, but he and raj voted for julia, so you can imagine mk is unhappy, but damien wins immunity. yikes.

so finale time is damien, raj and axel. everyone gets an ending, but damien is the ‘canon’ winner because HE DESERVED IT COME ON.

#this was. a long post #asks #my asks #anon #anonymous #anon ask #anonymous ask #anonymous asks #total drama #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour #total drama revenge of the island #total drama all stars #total drama pahkitew island #total drama 2023 #total drama 2024 #total drama reboot #tdi #tdi 2023

[bucketsofmonsters]

The Shapeshifting Detective - Part 6

cw: parental death, grief, referenced murder, referenced cheating, slow burn, more tags will be added as the story continues

male shapeshifter x fem character

word count: ~4k

part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

She spent the next few hours cleaning every single bouquet out of the house. It was a massacre, a path of destruction left in her wake. 

A familiar voice halted her floral reign of terror. “What in the hell are you doing?”

She turned to look at Anne’s bewildered face. “Saving our lives, apparently,” she replied, moving to throw another destroyed bouquet into a bucket. 

She wrestled the bouquet out of Kate’s hands. “I think you need to sit down, rest a little. I don’t even know how you’re still going, you’ve gotta be running on fumes, I think some rest might clear all this up.”

“I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t say you were. Just that maybe destroying all these flowers isn’t the best use of your time.”

“No, they need to be gone,” Kate insisted. “I need them to be gone, I need to fix this, I need to fix something.”

“Hey, that’s not your job. It’ll all patch itself up, it just needs time. Come on, let’s just stop fighting, please lie down for a bit.”

Kate stood stock still, refusing to follow Anne’s gentle lead. 

“How’s my mother been,” she prodded, her whole body tensing as she spoke. 

“She’s been your mother. Props to that woman, she sure can put on a show. If I didn’t know better I’d think she was grieving.”

“Maybe she is. Somewhere, deep down in there. 

A dry laugh escaped Anne. “C’mon, you don’t really believe that.”

“It’s not that absurd.”

“After what happened between him and Theresa I doubt it but who knows, I suppose anything is possible.”

Everything else came to a halt as Kate processed the comment. “Anne, how do you know about that?”

“How do I… Oh god, yeah, I didn’t have time to tell you, everything’s been so chaotic. I caught them together, I’m the one who told your mom.”

“You did what?”

“I don’t know, I have no real loyalty to either of your parents but it just didn’t seem fair. I kept imagining that she was you. You would want to know, you always want to know everything. She has so little control over anything here, I thought I could at least give her that. She seemed so calm after I told her.” 

“What did she do then?”

“I’m not sure, I wasn’t there for the rest of it but I can guess.”

Kate reeled back. “Why wouldn’t you tell me”

“I thought you already knew.”

She said it like it was obvious, like Kate was a fool for not seeing it sooner. Maybe she was. 

“About the cheating?” Kate asked, despite knowing that wasn’t what they were talking about, not anymore. She’d keep dancing around the question right until Anne said it, just like she’d been doing since this all began. It couldn’t be her, anyone but her. 

“No, about your mother being deeply suspicious in all of this. Come on, don’t pull this, you must’ve known. I mean, if it wasn’t you, who else was here? Who else could’ve hidden it this well? She was already lying about every emotion she’s ever had, I’m sure the whole grief thing wasn’t hard to do. You reacted like a person, like a weird and misguided grieving person who I’m worried about, but a person nonetheless. She’s performing her own one woman play like always, there’s no real grief in there. There’s no way you’re just finding out about this, you’re smarter than that. I mean, I don’t know for sure but you must’ve been suspicious. All of the staff here were, we see what she’s like, how much they hated each other.”

Kate responded by doing the only thing she seemed to be capable of lately. She got angry. 

“This is motive, I needed to know this!”

“It’s no more of a motive than everything that was already between them, she’d be just as suspicious without this, half the time I saw them talking I thought she might stab him. She didn’t even seem like she gave a shit. If anything I’m sure she was relieved that she was seeing less of him.”

“You knew I was investigating, why wouldn’t you say something.”

“Did I know that? Because what I remember is you refusing to tell me what you were doing! When was I even supposed to tell you, when you were refusing to talk to me or when you were actively running from me? I didn’t know anything, maybe if you had told me I could’ve helped.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“What happened to you Kate, why won’t you let me help you?”

“I don’t need your help,” she snapped, her defensiveness leaving the comment sharper and crueler than it should have been. 

“Fine, I’ll get out of your hair then,” she said with a huff before storming off back down the hall. 

Kate was left in the dust feeling regret and the distinct sense that she wasn’t sure she liked who she was becoming. 

If Kate from a week ago could see her she’d hate her for what she’d just done, for treating her best friend like that. Kate from now wasn’t all too different in that regard. 

How could she do this to her only friend, it wasn’t Anne’s fault. She didn’t know who’s fault it was but certainly not hers.

Kate was drawn away from her aimless self-loathing by the sound of someone approaching. 

When she looked up and saw Anne’s face she did the only thing she felt she could do. She turned on her heels and she started to pace away from her, desperately wanting to avoid another confrontation, to avoid hurting her anymore than she alread had. 

At the sounds of the footsteps growing faster she realized the futileness of the gesture and halted in her tracks, turning to face Anne. 

Anne wasn’t quite able to stop fast enough, running right into Kate before her instincts could kick in. 

The familiar face gave Kate a sheepish, “Hello. Sorry about that.”

The goofy smile gave him away instantly. 

“Christ, Vincent, what is your problem?”

“You were gone for a while, I got worried.”

“Wait, what did you do with Anne?” She asked, looking around frantically, trying to find any clues to where she was. 

“Oh, nothing, I just thought it would be easier to hang around here if I looked like this. I can trail around after you easier, I'm practically invisible this way. I still had one of her dresses hidden in a corner from last time I snuck in here, I’m lucky no one moved it.”

“And what if she sees you?”

He shrugged. “We’ll figure it out, how are you doing?”

“How am I doing? Vincent, you cannot be doing this. You need to leave or look normal or something, I don’t know.”

“I’m not leaving you. Now how are you? You’ve done some redecorating I see.”

She followed his gaze down to her dress, which had large wet spots across it, some rogue petals sticking to the damp fabric. 

That plus the fact that she hadn’t slept nor fixed herself up after the party, she was sure that she looked even more out of sorts than normal. Or at least, her new normal. Before all of this, she’d been so carefully composed all of the time, her normal was slowly shifting further and further into madness. 

“Stop being so reckless,” she insisted. “We can’t fuck this up and you cannot hurt her.”

“I’m not hurting anyone! You’re the one going around knocking people out, I haven’t hurt anybody!” he responded defensively. 

“No one is knocking Anne out.”

“Agreed,” he responded with an eager nod. “Do you know what would reduce the possibility of running into her? If we stepped out for a minute, maybe went somewhere else and talked this through.”

“Oh, fuck you. You’re not taking me anywhere, I’m going to see her.” She’d begun storming off towards her mother’s room before she even finished speaking.

Vincent kept pace with her. He never actually tried to hold her back, never touched her at all, but that didn’t mean he stopped trying to get her to leave. His protests continued ceaselessly until Kate stormed into her mother’s room and finally, his arguments trailed off, eyes darting between the pair.

Kate’s mother rose from her chair, brows furrowed as she got a good look at the state Kate was in. 

“Do you have no self respect?” she asked.

She was so focused on her daughter's attire that she entirely missed Kate glaring daggers at her. 

“Tell me you didn’t do it.” Kate managed to spit out, no time for niceties. “I’ve been defending you, saying you wouldn’t do that to yourself. Tell me I was right.”

She had the audacity to roll her eyes at the accusation. “Your father was a horrible man.”

It wasn’t a confession or a denial. She said it like it was a fact and in a way, it was. It was certainly a fact that her mother believed that, she had known that as long as she’d known anything.

“Tell me you didn’t.”

“I can if you want me to. Would that make it better?”

Kate shook her head. “Please be honest with me, just this once. Just give me that.”

She refused, staring Kate down, her head tilting to the side. “What is this, why are you doing this now?” 

Kate wouldn’t back down. She would get her answers. She’d earned that much. “Why did you do it? Because he slept with someone else? Get over yourself, since when did you give a shit about his loyalty?”

“You know I never cared about that, don’t kid yourself.”

“Then why did you do it? Why did you ruin everything?”

“You think I ruined everything? Do you know what he did? He blamed me. He said it was my fault he was unhappy, if only I’d been a better wife. Do you know how fucking miserable I’ve made myself being perfect? But no, it was my fault. And when I picked up that letter opener, and he said I wouldn’t do it because I’d get nothing, because he’d made absolutely certain I would be ruined and penniless, I couldn’t do anything else. He took everything from me and told me it was my fault and then he looked me in the eye and he dared me to do it. How’s that for honesty? You want to say everything that’s wrong here is my fault? Fine. But you do not get to say that your father was anything but an awful man.”

She looked back at her mother and felt nothing. No sense of victory or justice, no real answers, just endless questions and an all encompassing emptiness in her chest. 

She didn’t get the chance to ask them. Her mother was on a roll now, turning both defensive and spiteful in one fell swoop as she saw Kate’s breathing turn ragged and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. 

“Someday,” she insisted, “you will marry someone you hate in pursuit of happiness you will never stop chasing. You can’t judge me, I’ve seen the suitors you pursue. You’re no better than I am. I’ll be happier as a widow than I ever could be with your father and someday, when you've had enough of this shit, you’ll understand. And on that day, when your daughter is looking at you like you’re a monster, then you can judge me.”

“I would never do what you did.”

Even as she said it she knew there was no real conviction behind those words. If her mother couldn’t live this life and come out intact, no one could. 

In one fell swoop, her mother had taken her past and her future from her. There was nothing, nowhere she could go, no one she could turn to. She’d turn her mother in and then, in however many years, she would turn into her mother. 

“You’ll see,” her mother insisted. “You’re already heading towards the same marriage I was in.”

“And my father was the only one trying to protect me from that, not you.”

“I couldn’t protect you,” she tried to reason. “I could barely keep myself afloat.”

“I will tell Daniel to leave you to rot. You have nothing unless I marry up and I will not save you.” Tears ran down her face as she screamed, all the emotions she’d felt were missing boiling over.

“Fine. Take revenge however you’d like. I’ve gotten mine, I suppose it is your turn.”

She sniffled, trying to keep herself composed as best she could. “How could you take him from me?” she asked, her voice cracking as she squeezed the words out of her lungs. 

“You don’t understand,” her mother dismissed, a look of defeat crossing her face. 

“I do! I understand just how isolated you were and he was the only thing keeping me from that and you took him.”

“Katherine, not everything is about you.”

Kate had practically forgotted than Vincent was in the room at all, everything other than her mother fading away. That was until Vincent snapped. 

“Not about her?” he yelled. “What the fuck do you mean not about her? Have you seen her, seen what you did to her? Or have you been too caught up in your own little performance to notice how you have destroyed your daughter. You’re supposed to protect her! But instead you ruined her life and left her alone to pick up the pieces and now you have the audacity to act like she is in the wrong for what, being upset? For trying to help?”

She’d never heard him this angry, never heard him be angry at all. 

Her mother reeled back like she’d been slapped. “How dare you involve yourself in this, girl.”

Kate positioned herself between them defensively. “You leave them alone.”

“Katherine, please…”

“No, I’m done listening. You’re not getting away with this, I will make you pay for what you did to him.”

“I tried to get you to understand,” she said. The words sounded like they were more for her sake than for Katerine’s. “I really did.”

And then her mother screamed. 

She couldn’t help but feel that this is what she should have sounded like. When she found her father on the floor over a pool of blood. When she realized there was nothing she could do, he was already gone. When she got up in a daze and alerted the nearest person she could find before returning to his side. 

This was the kind of scream you made when you found out something awful. This was the kind of scream she should have made, horrified and afraid and earnest.

And now it was directed at her. 

She couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t understand what her mother was doing. She felt like she was floating again, that distant feeling from that night invading her once more. 

She barely felt it when Vincent grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, barely noticed the setting quickly changing. 

Eventually they stopped running and she looked around. She was presented with familiar surroundings, seeing that same warehouse where she’d found out his secret.

“Why did you take me here?” she asked, her voice low and wispy.

“She was going to blame it on you. We had to get you out of there, they won’t believe you over her.”

“They’d believe you. Well, not like this,” she said, waving her hand at his appearance, at Anne standing in front of her. “But as Harvey they would.”

“I know. But you deserve some time to think before I do anything.”

“What is there to think about? You heard her, she did it.”

“She did. Now what do you want to do about that?”

It felt like an absurd question. “I want justice.”

“Justice won’t bring him back, it’s what you want that matters. I wanted to give you time to think, to consider if you were ready to lose both parents'' 

She shook her head. “I’ve already lost my mother.”

“It’s up to you, you have all the power here.”

“You’re trying to save your friend arent you?” Kate snapped. “Arrest her, that’s what you came here to do. Arrest her, save Evelyn, and then fucking leave.”

“It’s about more than that now.”

“Why? I don’t know you! I don’t know jack shit about you, why are you helping me?”

“Beacuse… I don’t know, because you needed it. Because no one else was helping you and you needed it and you were all alone.

“I didn’t need you. I don’t need you. I’m fine on my own, I’ve always been fine on my own, I have to be fine on my own.”

She collapsed onto the floor, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her skirts pooled around her, the ones from that same fancy dress from the ball that felt like it took place years ago. 

She barely noticed when Vincent skuried away behind some of the crates. 

When he reappeared he was Harvey once more, in clothes even more crumpled than normal. He was holding out something to her and all at once she realized it was Anne’s dress. 

“Here,” he said. “It’s better than that one, more practical. More comfortable too.”

Changing seemed like a herculean task so instead she held it close. It reminded her of Anne. 

“I’m sorry,” she called out. “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve anything I’ve done to you.”

He settled down next to her and rested a gentle hand on her forearm, tentative and soft as if looking for the smallest sign that his touch was unwanted. He didn’t question her cradling the dress like it was something priceless.

She leaned into his touch, the sense of connection more than welcome right now. He was so warm and gentle and so very kind. She felt as if he was the only thing holding her together anymore, like she wanted to wrap herself up in his arms forever and let him keep her from falling apart. 

After a moment of thought he replied, “I have a big family. 14 older siblings. I was always the runt of the family, the littlest, the weakest.”

It sounded amazing, that many people in a house. “I always wanted siblings.”

“Well, you can take some of mine if you want them. I think my parents stopped having kids because of me, because I let them down that badly. I was bad at everything, none of my siblings would give me the time of day. It was like they thought I would rub off on them, make them unlovable too. ”

“You’re not unlovable.”

“No?”

“No. I think you’re the most lovable person I’ve ever met. I think I might’ve become the angiriest person alive and I still can never stay mad at you.”

She didn’t miss the bashful smile he tried to hide before continuing on. “Well that’s besides the point. The point is, you were there, grieving, and no one was doing anything about it. They were all avoiding you or talking to you like you weren’t even there. So many people and you were still all alone. You know, I figured it wasn’t you pretty fast, I know what someone with no one to turn to looks like.”

She buried her head in her hands, feeling overwhelmed by him, by how tender and caring he continued to be. “You’ve been so kind and all I’ve been so cruel to you.”

He shook his head and made a quiet noise of protest. “Absolutely not. You haven’t been cruel, you’ve been grieving and you’ve been honest. Maybe honesty just feels like cruelty to someone from your world, with your endless, pleasant lies.”

“Maybe. I honestly don’t know how to tell.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“He really was a good man, you know.”

He was caught offguard by the statement. “What?”

“What my mother said. It’s not true, he was a good man. She’s a liar.”

“I don’t know. People contain multitudes, someone can be a good father and a bad husband. The bad doesn’t undo the good but it also doesn’t change your mother’s life. He probably wasn’t a good man or a bad man. He was just a man.”

“I know. He still didn’t deserve this.”

“Of course he didn’t.”

“You know what? Neither did she.”

He spoke softly as he added with a quiet determination, “And neither do you.”

Kate nodded, terrified to say the words out loud, scared to admit that maybe she did deserve better. Maybe they all did. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” she managed to choke out. “That was all that was propelling me forwards, it was all I had. I needed to solve it, I needed to fix it, and now I’ve solved it and nothing is fixed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Just rest. Please, rest. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

He picked up a blanket from the floor, shifting it around her shoulders and pulling her into his side, arm wrapped around her, holding her. 

If his hand on her arm was reassuring, she wasn’t sure what to call this. All she knew was it felt real and safe and those were two things she didn’t want to let go of. 

For the first time in a very long time, Kate managed to sleep through the night.

#the shapeshifting detective #terato #monster bf #monster boyfriend #monster x human #shapeshifter #Big Important Chapter #Sorry it took so long squad

[mdhwrites]

This is me sending you an ask about Commander Anne! 🦎

...This is literally the first time I've gone "Hey, ask me about X because this has too many topics" and they actually did it. XD Okay, so Commander Anne is FUCKING AMAZING. There's a lot of reasons but a lot of it comes down to part of what I think people need to realize about the show. Above anyone else, there are two main characters of the show and S3 is all about their change and their fates. The first is Anne and S3A was entirely about how she had changed since the start of the series.

The second one isn't Sasha. It's Amphibia itself.

Don't get me wrong, Sasha gets a LOT of good in this episode and I will be talking about it but she still isn't elevated to main character status in this half season. She's still a supporting character just like Marcy is primarily a side character (Loggle gets more screentime than the lovable nerd after all). I also don't say this to diminish either of the other girls as characters, simply to admit that their narrative importance isn't as high as the setting itself.

And why shouldn't the setting be important to an ISEKAI? The term literally means other world and Amphibia is ALL about culture clash from big city girl to rural farmers, to frogs and humans and even the various Amphibians themselves. Thus the world is important and Commander Anne shows that Amphibia is FUUUUUUUUUUUCKED.

But how it does it is INCREDIBLY clever because it also shifts who we should expect to be leading things over to Sasha and why she is the Commander. As such, the big highlight of the episode for me is actually the montage of the trip. See... Anne is treating Amphibia the same way she used to.

Amphibia says that won't work anymore. It dumps sludge on her, attacks her with robots that want her dead, etc. like that until we get to the plant where a goofy, silly plan that might have worked in previous seasons is met with a dose of harsh reality as it puts everyone at risk. The got through with gumption and willpower before after all but that doesn't work anymore.

And this is because of a fundamental shift in HOW Amphibia is dangerous now. Amphibia has always been dangerous but it was an impassioned danger. Frogs were merely food and so the monsters took what they needed and then left. The hibernation episode is a PERFECT example of that and of how the Amphibians dealt with it. It might suck but it wouldn't ever mean the end of the entire town. The end of the world.

Andrias on the other hand wishes to warp and break the world so as to fuel his conquest. His desire requires the elimination of any threat and its led by a man who at this point actively hates any and all who oppose him and meets them with sadistic glee. As such, you can no longer just take a casual stroll through the woods. You can no longer drink from the rivers. You can no longer find peace with a world at war.

And FINALLY this brings me around to both Sasha and the Amphibians themselves. They have lived in this state for MONTHS and you can feel it as they clash with the Plantars, who they themselves also adapted to their new environment. Modern luxuries allowed one to become soft. War made the others have to get stronger and smarter. They are more serious because they have to be and there's a certain expectation they hold of those around them because of it. They still vote Anne as commander because they remember the warm days but they don't need a friend who will share their heart.

They need strength tempered with compassion. They need Sasha Waybright. They don't need Cheer Team Sasha though. They need the Protector of Amphibia and for that, we needed to see the end of Sasha's character arc here and it's a damn good one that I should do a full blog on at some point. My big point here is that our one look at her as a child is her playing protector and trying to help Anne and Marcy. Her at St. James is someone who uses the personal belief that she's protecting her friends and making their lives better to make them utterly server her goals and her interests.

There is no pretense now though... Or not quite but that's a discussion for the ending when I get to it (I'm at All In now). She genuinely looks out for people and wants to make them the absolute best they can be, something we'll be seeing from her for the rest of the season in one way or another. She is a true protector which earns her spot as the strength gem because she understands that Strength without selflessness isn't strength at all. It's just cruelty and manipulation.

All of this also does something really smart from a meta standpoint that you can even feel in Sprivy. Namely: This half season IS different from the rest of Amphibia. There's only one episode, full episode, that feels truly like an old episode from S1 or 2 in the entire half season because there is a tone change. It's necessary for the fact that Amphibia is at war and the show doesn't want to treat that as just a joke. It's honestly really clever and impressive in the breadth of what a change in status quote this is.

And done in ELEVEN MINUTES. I... Just... I don't want to compare S3 of Amphibia and S3 of TOH too much because the shortening did cause a shift in priorities and goals but like... If For the Future spent a quarter of its time being this well crafted and compelling about the change of the Isles, it might not be seen as an almost complete waste of time by most people! And these two DO have the same goal for at least part of it which is to introduce the newly changed world and how it has been warped and ravaged and have to be dealt with in a new way which makes the comparison genuinely warranted. Both needed to show this new world and Amphibia did while also having rich character development and not wasting almost a second, unless it's doing jokes that still play into the changes for the characters, while TOH spends 30 seconds of its re-introduction of the Isles to give us eye candy as the animation goes "Gosh, isn't Amity pretty?"

Hell, all of this gushing actually didn't even cover the main conflict of the episode except tangentially but it's a GREAT capstone to Sasha's arc. She wants to give up power because even if she trusted herself with others, she can't trust having it over Anne. Anne is willing to give enough understanding and care though to put herself in a vulnerable situation with Sasha for the good of everyone else. It's a great concept executed very well.

It also admittedly hits close to home, especially post "The Beginning of the End" due to complicated things between me and my twin brother but that's again: For a blog about Sasha's entire character arc and its added complexities that keep Sasha compelling.

But yeah, Commander Anne absolutely deserves to be beloved by the fandom and should honestly be dissected by more people for how incredibly good it is at introducing the new Amphibia to us properly.

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Small bonus: Thank you to Nexstage for also asking. I really do appreciate when people take my baits for extra blogs because it's genuinely easier for me to make a blog as a response to an ask rather than making it myself. It has to do with brain problems wanting some guarantee there might be interest in the topic which is a whole thing. Yaaaaa-

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

#amphibia #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #commander anne

[ca-suffit]

i hope you know how much even white fans appreciate you. i think i learned a lot about what poc go through and you inspire me to be louder about my support of poc fans. i'm sorry if this is weirdly phrased but i just wanted to say i love your blog. what you do is so so important to everyone in this fandom.

not weird at all, thank u.

"white fandom" is never meant to solely mean "white people" so, despite how most luv to frame it, this is nothing against white ppl as ppl. I don't think the ppl who are the driving force of this gatekeeping rn are even white at all, but they are still coddling white feelings. they are making this a safe space for white ppl only, which is fucking insane given the show's focus, but not insane coming from typical anne rice book ppl.

white ppl have the best chance to rly say something and be heard, so please do speak up however u can. inspiring others and dragging this shit into the light are goals here but others have to do things too. it's not pretty or rewarding but u have to speak up.

showing the anons I do and pointing out these weak techniques they try, the things said to me, are all meant to show u (at least some) of the reality of what they'll try to get u to shut up. most ppl will suffer in silence or leave, because nobody comes here for this. I have no other purpose here so I will keep showing u how long this goes on and why this fandom forever remains so small.

this is what anne rice inspired in ppl btw. a fandom originating from books written by an egotistical white woman with a big mouth have made these ppl grow up to think they're smarter than they are. it's not being smart, it's just being abusive and obsessing over it. this is why it's funny when ppl say *I'm* doing too much. I've been here five minutes. this fandom carries obsessive grudges for *years* once ur a target. It's sick. she was a sick, abusive, racist person, not a fuckin girlboss.

#asks #interview with the vampire #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022 #fandom racism #anne rice #vampire chronicles

[susie-dreemurr]

Dungeon Menshi (live-blogging from ep 2 to like 7 I think

Ep2

Marcille is such a mood I love her. I too am a picky whiny bitch

THE MY LITTLE PONY CHICKEN— BASILISK. Ah yes i remember its bam enow

Genshin rly said fuck that guy I wanna cook. He’s gonna have to wait for me to cook. Everyone but Marcille is insane <3

NOOOOO MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT THE DOGS— oh thank god she never tried it

If I was Falin I would kill these motherfuckers the instant I got out fr y’all wasting too much time man

Fofa conversa

Ok if I were this Chil kid I would fucking kill Senshi as soon as we could

“Your job is to cook, mine is to detect and ruin traps, Marcille’s is magic” …and the protag guy can get fucked I guess

Ep3

“I was killed by a moving armor once so I used to be terrified of them. Wonder what they taste like, none of the books ever described it. How would you cook them?”— Insane person speaking

Is there like a really tiny person controlling that one specific armor that moves wonky. Like two kids in a trench coat kinda deal

“These armors seem alive and are protecting something *skips the implications* which means they’re edible”

“If he dies let’s leave him here” “yeah” based

Laios (I know his name now) Laios please take out the fucking creature from the sword before taking it with you. Laios please

Laios NEEDS to get someone on the team killed one day. *remembers his sister* that one didn’t count

Ep 7 (I forgot to liveblog the others)

Damn Senshi got that nasty ass beard. Marcille teach him hygiene— FUCK SHE LOST HER SOAP IN THE DRAGON FIGHT NOOOO

MARCILLE JESUS???? WLAKING WATER

In a modern au Senshi is that guy from a countryside town who’s an urban legend because he lives in the woods and refuses to interact with any kind of technology. He doesn’t stop others from living their way but he decided to be a medieval citizen, good for him ig

Marcille finally is awestruck by Senshi and all it took was a fantasy horse… she’s a horse girl isn’t she

Senshi is a better person than me because if someone said it’d be more practical to use my pet’s organs as 🛟 I would kill them. I understand Laios but damn bro

“Why is everyone soft hearted for mamíferos and doesn’t let me plant carnivorous plants?” — Laios. Aiai eu esqueci que ele é assim. Freak /pos

NOOOOOO ANNE NOOOOO. It was inevitable I guess, it is a wild animal after all, but FUCK MAN.

Senshi :((( I feel so bad man but class will start shortly rn so I can’t even be sad :((( having a pet makes me sensitive to this stuff. :((( I’m so sad man

Naur he’s gonna eat Anne to make sure nobody else gets to do it. What if we all died

THESE MFS KEEP GETTING WIPED MAN NO MAMES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM STAY OUT OF THIS DUNGEON

Chilchuck??? Chilchuck thanks to hxh I have trauma over dull eyes I know you’re hypnotized probably but don’t do this to me

Thank you Laios for being weird as shit not even the mermaids want you

Lmao Chilchuck trying to talk his way out of not acting to eat a semi-human creature

I have a feeling that Laios will eventually make everyone in this group cannibalistd

MARCILLE FOFA DEMAIS

“Is that a squid? Or an octopus?” It’s an Ikalgo

Senshi is smarter than me I would of literally never thought of that. Marcille’s Jesus spell the true MVP, just like Jesus himself was god bless

Ok essas são as consequências das suas próprias ações Laios, pra que que tu foi comer VERME cru???

#live-blogging

[choupiee]

Okay but, imagine Chishiya and Kuina (no borderlands au and they’re in college) just being bffs or Kuina ranting at Chishiya for dress codes or talking about the most randomest shi-

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Kuina: Oh my lord

Kuina: Chishiya, answer your damn phone

Chishiya: ??

Kuina: I’m too lazy to crash at your place

Chishiya: And that’s a problem why?

Kuina: Bc I got tea to spilllllllll

Chishiya: Well hurry up and tell me right now

Kuina: Heading, it’s about dress codes

Chishiya: Pass

Kuina: Bro c’mon oml-

Chishiya: Just follow the dress codes, it’s not that hard

Kuina: I actually did but apparently my jeans aren’t allowed bc of tHe hOLes

Chishiya: Sad

Kuina: Give me a good comeback to getting dress coded, and yes I think your smart so I’m asking you

Chishiya: “Nah I’m good”

Kuina: Oml Chi you little b

Chishiya: Just walk into a crowd of people and escape the professor, what’d they gonna do? Hurdle at you?

Kuina: Some of them would ngl

Chishiya: Bro that’s harsh

Kuina: Damn tell me about it

Kuina: Also I’m here bc Tatta, Usagi and Chota are begging for you to check their assignments

Chishiya: Am I suddenly a professor now?

Kuina: They thought you were when I described you to them

Chishiya: Girl what did you say??

Kuina: ‘stoic, calm, smarter than the professors, quite moody ect’

Chishiya: What am I? A tired leader, leading a whole group?

Kuina: YO YOU WATCHED THE HOBBIT THING?

Chishiya: Yeah I did because I was bored man

Kuina: I’m so happy you actually did something

Chishiya: Oh why no problem at all, fuck you

Kuina: And yes I did tell the others your smarter than a professor

Chishiya: How am I smarter than a professor?

Kuina: You pulled up with an actual counter-argument to my rant on a professor disregarding women getting their period products for free from the school’s office

Kuina: And I sent them that

Chishiya: I shit you not, did you actually?

Kuina: Yes I did b

Chishiya: Did they pull up?

Kuina: Sadly, no

Kuina: BUT-

Kuina: They did put the products for free after I sent that

Kuina: AND BRO DW I TOLD THEM IT WAS FROM YOU

Kuina: They kinda didn’t know where you are from so I did tell them you were at that one ‘apparently smart’ priv college

Chishiya: And you let everyone in the main gc know-

Kuina: Yes tf I did

Chishiya: I’m gonna cry

Kuina: That’s a first lmao

Chishiya: Fine I’ll check the assignments, I have nothing else to do anyway

Kuina: Sad, and I’m gonna tell them now

Kuina: They’re ecstatic, the others started sending in theirs in

Chishiya: Bro-

Kuina: DAMN NOT MY FAULT THEY ALL GANGED UP ON ME

Chishiya: Why you always start fights ong

Kuina: I’m not that bad chill tf out

Chishiya: Damn alr

Chishiya: Tatta sucks at math, Niragi’s not actually that bad, Ann’s too, Usagi’s pretty good, Arisu’s on thin ice, Karube is long gone, Chota is fine, got one question wrong and that will maybe-maybe-not affect his grade though

Kuina: Okay ty bby

Chishiya: Wh-

Kuina: I call everyone bby

Chishiya: Yeah duh

Kuina: lmao

Kuina: I’m bored

Chishiya: Do something

Kuina: Yo they all replied

Kuina: Everyone said ty btw

Chishiya: Even Karube and Arisu?

Kuina: Even Karube and Arisu.

Chishiya: Sad

Kuina: Damn Ikr

Chishiya: Yo got a text from my crusty af boss again, he said he needs me

Chishiya: You got all my permission to kill me

Kuina: Kk I will bby 💕

Chishiya: Your weird fr

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Slightly ooc, but hear me out-

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #kuina hikari #they both besties stfu #Kuina and Chishiya forever love them #I want them both #aib chishiya #aib kuina #they definitely become a whole new breed when they’re with eachother #usagi yuzuha #tatta kodai #chota segawa #karube daikichi #arisu ryohei #ann rizuna #niragi suguru #they all besties fr #Niragi’s on thin ice tho