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hey (i say with the implication to talk about law going to dressrosa as a suicide mission/attempt and how he has to grapple with surviving it)
#tw sucidal ideation#dressrosa has so many themes of family and destruction and love#especially with the heart symbolism with law doffy and rosi#guh i got go one forever#one piece#trafalgar law#donquixote doflamingo#rosinante corazon#donquixote corazon#rebel rambles
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recording ellie. palestine master list. daily click.
soft whimpers slipped from ellie’s lips, pillow rustling as she grinds her pussy on the fabric. you held your phone up by one hand, recording ellie’s every move.
a smirk rested on your lips, “cmon ellie..” she whined at your words, grinding harder. every moan made your panties wetter, holding back while watching her.
poor ellie couldn’t cum, she wanted to touch you, but you refused. her hand reached out, but again, you moved away. “i know you can cum, all by yourself…” a tear rolled down her cheek, letting out a broken moan.
“fuck! pleasepleaseplease... uhhuh, holy shittt!” ellie kept going, not caring about the camera. “you look so pretty… keepin’ this video forever.”
after a second, you got inpatient, wanting to see ellie cum. you got closer to her, licking her nipple while your fingers toyed with the other. “baby, fuhhhhh..! yesyesyes.. guh— gonna..”
her knuckles turned white as she gripped the pillow harder, one hand raising to hold on your shoulder. “let go ellie.. i got you, cmon.”
ellie’s eyes squinted shut as she whimpered loudly, rambling and stuttering on about how good it was, how much she loved you. her hips snapped and the pillow was now soaked in the spot where she came. you moved the camera close to her pussy which attached to the pillow by a string of her arousal.
you instantly dropped the phone, not caring to end the video. “what a good girl, c’mere.”
#🎀 ⋆·˚ ༘ *#𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#tlou2#ellie williams smut#ellie tlou2#ellie williams headcanons#ellie x reader
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raahhhh guh. another lineup, s2 kiddads. i love them so much they're rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. god.
design notes for them under the cut if ur interested!
Grant
blue sweater bc blue is symbolic of titanic ep (something borrowed, something blue)
his tie color is the same color as Darryl's hat in my design
Wears Frank's watch that Darryl gave him, even if it's broken he doesn't take it off.
Green creeper socks because it's a Must. He wouldn't be Grant without them.
Sparrow
curly hair he got from mercedes' genes. he grew out his hair like lark
has a pink flower tucked in his hair like my henry's design
his jewelry and clothes are mostly borrowed from mercedes, he got really into crystals and other things like that growing up and got closer to his druid roots.
earrings are a feather and an oak leaf maybe i dunno i'll figure it out later lol
tattoos! there's supposed to be a bird outline there and other plant/nature related stuff on his arm. I'll draw it out better in the future mayhaps.
colors are brighter, more lifelike cuz he's closer to nature and all that jazz.
Lark
his hair has strands of white hair because of stress/trauma/Everything going on
hair is messier, unkempt because he cares less about appearances and doesn't have time anyways.
darker forest colors, less in tune with nature than sparrow.
his pants are the same color as my Henry's shorts :0) i needed a connection somewhere to his parents, and it just had to be henry.
Terry Jr.
purple shirt because his color is purple to me
fish motifs!! everywhere! i hc that when he and ron get closer bonding thru fishing they'd get each other fun fish printed shirts or something. This was Ron's gift to Terry. The colors of the fish are color picked from my Ron's design.
Fish tail tie and the shirt is also split like a fish tail maybe.
he's the tallest of the kiddads forever and always
Nicky
he wears glenn's sunglasses on his head
he grew out his hair long like morgan's because it's like the one thing he still really has of her. has her hair type and he takes very good care of his hair.
still has the ripped leather jacket from his time as nick and various patches of bands he likes (didn't want to draw them out yet.)
blue shirt because of his time as nicholas/reminder of jodie. blue holster belt and pants are also blue for jodie association
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dungeons and daddies fanart#dndads fanart#dndads season 2#grant wilson#sparrow oak#lark oak#terry jr#nicky foster#kiddads#i love them all so dearly#i have so many thoughts and more things i wanna incorporate in their designs later on#nicky is my fave tho i'm so biased#ehehe i will draw more of them sometime
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SHURI X JAMAICAN READER
Summary: A night out at the club takes a bit of a turn when y/n’s favorite song comes on and she starts drunkenly singing it to shuri , it’s the songs unique lyrics that takes shuri over the edge…
Warnings: tipsy reader, high reader, high shuri, implies smut (I’m too scared I’ll ruin it if I write smut lol)
(A/N: post writing this I am just gonna say hats off to all the writers on this platform because it is so fucking hard to translate an idea into a flowing story and I think this is the first and last time I try to do so 😭)
Soooo I’ve been on tumblr for a while reading and interacting but I never dared to write anything..but THIS scenario played out so nice while I was driving and smoking. This song was playing and it started from there you can listen to it but idk if it’ll actually go with the story so the choice is yours. If this is shit tell me immediately I’ll take it down and stfu forever 😭🫶🏾
I don’t plan on translating the patois in the dialog but if it’s necessary pls lmk and I’ll add it !
…here we go🫣 *inhales*
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1:00AM at the club was your favorite time because the normal DJ switched out for a Jamaican one. Who so happens to be your favorite cousin.
You and Shuri decided to go out together to get some drinks in a more social environment rather than staying in like you had for the last year. Getting tired of hearing the complaints that “ Y/N put a spell on our Queen” or better yet “The Queen is pussy whipped” This was the perfect place to show face and vibe discreetly.
You made the final lick to seal your third blunt of the night. The bass in the club going hard to ‘The Harder They Fall’ by Koffee.
“Perfect song to spark the blunt to.” Shuri your girlfriend of 3 years chuckled.
The first pull was harsh but the second was sweet. That’s how you earned the name sour patch from your stoner friends.
“Here baby” you passed the blunt over. When your eyes locked so did your knees, it was a good thing you were sitting.
“You know you look really good when you’re high.” You boldly said. Shuri chuckled in reply and took a hit.
“If you think I look good so good sthandwa , dance with me”
She abruptly got up and put the blunt out, which forced you as well since you rested on her chest . As you two made your way towards the dance floor you locked eyes with your cousin.
When you saw that dumbass look on her face from the DJ booth you knew she was about to troll you in some way. The previous song seamlessly began blending into an intro you knew too well.
(start playing song here)
*Flash Back*
“Y/N long time mi nuh see yuh up weh mi spin yuh kno!” Your cousin said over wine at her place.
“It haad fi lef yuh yaad when it hold suh much luv .” You chuckled. Shuri was by no means keeping you from going out. It was more so you kept each other inside.
“Suh it guh when yuh get a gyal wid a ten outta ten ehhhhh!” You couldn’t help but bust out at the song reference she made.
“Gyal yuh nuh easy!” You laughed .
*Flash Back Over*
As soon as the bass dropped in the song you turned your back to Shuri to whine your waist.
Gyal , your pussy good mi gi’ you
10 outta 10
Up inna mi bed mi want you spread out again
“Careful, this same waistline is how you got stuck in the house for a year.” Shuri whispered in your ear, her waist keeping up with yours as she caught everything you threw.
What a body good , like you mek
outta gem
Hot inna your clothes when you
Step out again
“I’m just showing appreciation for the song choice it’s a tribute to you My Queen.” It came out a lot more breathless than you would have liked but truth be told her waistline was now leading and it was making you dizzy.
A just 10 outta 10 outta 10
Outta 10
Open up your book and mek
Mi tek out mi pen
You turned around to sing the chorus directly to her and the more words you said the darker her eyes sets.
“Slow whine gyal, your so fine
Pussy mek mi cum in no time” you sang.
Even under the club lights you could see the desire swimming in her eyes at the vulgar words you sang to her in your native tongue.
Without you even noticing her hand slide up to house your throat . “ nkosazana uyayazi ukuba indenza ntoni?” (Princess, do you have any idea what that does to me ?) Shuri rasped in your ear over the music.
You couldn’t do anything but stare at her like she hung the stars in the sky herself. The same effect that patois had on her, Xhosa had on you.
It was an instant panty soaker.
“masigoduke ndizokwazi ukubuyisa imbeko sithandwa sam” (let’s go home so I can return the tribute my love.) she ghosted over your lips.
Eyes heavy from the blunts , drinks , and Shuri’s goal to have cum untouched by her voice alone . You closed the gap between you two . The kiss was slow and deep but by no means was it romantic.
Her tongue danced with yours aiming to fuck you in the filthiest reaches of your mind. You knew if you didn’t leave now you would absolutely let her take you where you stood and no one would dare to try and stop the Black Panther .
You reluctantly broke the kiss with a gasp “yes.home.now.come” you spoke all at once and out of order.
You heard her laughing behind you as you practically dragged her off the floor.
“So you think I’m a 10 out of 10 ehhh” she teased . You tried to keep a straight face but failed thinking you both knew that you were both the 10’ s that made up the highest score.
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*nervous chuckle*😅
#Spotify#shuri smut#shuri udaku#riri smut#koffee#shuri fluff#shuri x reader#shuri fanfiction#shuri fic#koffeewife
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Heya! Apologies if you've already been asked this, but how did you come up with the names for the OW chars? And in general what was the process like for creating the main ensemble? No pressure though! just interested! I hope you're having an amazing day!
hey!! actually no one has ever asked this before LOL
iggy: iggy is a name i have loved forever after being obsessed with iggy koopa from the mario series for a while as a child LOL both the iggy from the games and the iggy from the live-action movie. i've always wanted to use it for something since and somehow it felt very fitting for OW's iggy ig alkdjfads
genzou: genzou was a name i researched specifically for OW after starting to work out his character. it was mostly done through looking up kanji and names and figuring out a combo that i thought felt fitting for him
orlam: orlam was the name of a char in an MMO i localized back when i worked for a game company. for some reason i got very obsessed with the char (to the point that i downloaded and played the MMO on my own personal time so i could reach the part way late in the game and see the stuff i had localized/the chars). i guess i just wanted to use the name again and somehow in my head it fit
gidget: gidget was the name of my mom's dog growing up LOL the dog was oft-referenced amongst the fam and i always thought it was just such a cute name, so i decided to use it
bucks: actually i have no idea i just like the name buck/bucks and have used both before in some of my other various stories so i felt like using it again, and then made up buxley as the full name to go with it because i thought that might be nice lol
hunar: hunar was another name i came up with through research and finding a name i thought felt fitting for his char
as for the process it's hard to say as some of them went through a variety of iterations (since i tried to make this game many times in many different ways) and i don't really remember all the initial stuff because it was years ago but they all kinda gradually evolved into what they eventually became in the game (and kept evolving even as i was working on it, as you can probably tell by how inconsistent their designs are in some of the early artwork LMAO i want to eventually go back and redraw some of the worst stuff... guh)
also thank you!! 💕
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*cracks knuckles*
okay so my hbcd thoughts. both are so sweet and affectionate towards eachother and they like to do things together as well(gardening, cooking, going on walks, etc), they have millions of petnames for eachother and they are holding hands n' giving little kissies. deuce also likes when boxcars tucks him into his coat because its warm and cozy in there. they jokingly look at eachotha like two feral dogs who are about to fight but one second later they are hugging. they tell jokes to eachother. deuce infodumps to boxcars a lot and he just happily listens. also did u know boxcars melts on the inside when he's w/ deuce or thinking about him, yeah he may look frowny and grumpy on the outside but on the inside he's just sniffling and sobbing. they sleep together and when one of them has a nightmare gets comforted by the other. they say little nice things to eachother grrrrrrr bark bark bark sniffling and wailing forever. ofc they got some of that unhingedness *giggles cutely* (they are criminals after all guh). boxcars covered in blood and deuce thinking "omg my sweety my angel my casserole💖💕" and looking like this↓↓↓
they maim and blow up people together🫶🫶🫶. also have i mentioned that deuce gives boxcars love bites like a kittys. he kneads and purrs on him too. two deadly mobsters in love okay?? love and peace in the world okay??
okay thank u for listening
#kevin's random rambling moment#my text is a bit wack since i recently woke up but i hope u get my vision👍👍👍
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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Dark [07]
ー The scene starts in front of Ryoutei Academy
Yuma: ーー That fucker, why did he come to school?
Yui: But we saw him land on the rooftop, right?
Yuma: Oi. There might be somethin’ there. Who knows what’ll happen.
Hide behind my back, ‘kay? Don’t ya dare step out in front. Do ya understand?
Yui: Okay.
ー The scene shifts to the hallway
Yui: ...It’s so quiet.
Yuma: It’s outside of school hours after all. There shouldn’t be any teachers or students. Which means that if we do notice someone’s here...
Yui: It’d be Kino-kun...huh?
Yuma: Yeah. Or it could be one of his Ghoul buddies he brought along as well. Either way, we can’t let our guard down.
Yui: ...
Yuma: Oi, don’t worry. I promise to keep ya safe. ...Ya trust me, right?
Selection
→ But I’m a little scared
Yui: But...I’m a little scared. We still don’t know anything about Kino-kun.
Yuma: I mean, you’re not wrong. But don’t piss yer pants. Ya won’t be in danger as long as I’m here with ya.
Yui: ...Yeah, you’re right.
( How reassuring. I’ll be okay as long as we’re together, right? )
→ Of course (❦)
Yui: Of course. I do feel some fear as well but...I’ll be okay as long as you’re with me.
Yuma: Good to hear.
Yuma: Let’s go then.
ー The scene shifts to the rooftop
*Creaaaak*
Yui: ...It’s quiet over here as well. Is he gone already?
Yuma: ...Nah, he’s here.
Shuu: ...Uu...
*Rustle rustle*
Yui: Shuu-san!?
Shuu: ...Why are you two...?
Yui: ( He’s bleeding! Did Kino-kun attack him, perhaps...!? )
Kino: You’ve finally decided to show up? Sure took you long enough.
I got started without you because it took forever. Oh well, seems like he still has enough energy to stand on his legs at least!
*THUD*
Shuu: Ugh...!
Yuma: The fuck’s...goin’ on? What’s the plan, shithead!?
Kino: You ask me that now? I told you, didn’t I? It’s my intention to steal his powers from him.
Shuu: ...Once again...Didn’t I just tell you that I’d be willing to give you these powers? I don’t particularly want them or anything...
Kino: Heeh~ Is that so? In that caseーー Gladly!
Shuu: Guh...!
Yui: S-Stop!
Kino: Why? Wouldn’t it be weird to stop when he just admitted to wanting this himself? Right?
*THUD THUD*
Yuma: Cut it out!!
*Rustle*
Kino: Why are you getting in my way? It’d be beneficial to you guys as well if this guy was no longer the heir to throne, right?
I’m trying to turn that into reality. I feel like you should be helping me out here instead?
Yuma: Fuck off! As ifーー!
Kino: You can’t because of personal feelings?
Yuma: ...That’s not the issue!
Kino: Then don’t stop me. ...Eden is precious to you, is it not?
Then you should understand that I’d be a much better fit than this unmotivated good-for-nothing, right?
So, what’s your answer, Mukami Yuma?
Monologue
Yuma-kun was stumped,
by Kino-kun’s question (問い).
While watching him from the side as he bit down onto his bottom lip,
I grew a little anxious.
However, I was convinced,
that Yuma-kun would never agree with him.
No matter what the reasoning behind it may be,
he is simply not the type of guy,
who would further inflict harm upon someone who is already injured.
That was the only thing I was certain (確信) about.
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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HeliosR - West Sector mini event story (full)
Translation of the West Sector mini event story as part of the 2nd anniversary for ‘Helios Rising Heroes’. Contains all three parts in one.
Dino: Haah~ That was fun~♪
Dino: I was worried how things would end up like, luckily we could celebrate Faith’s birthday without any issues
Keith: Yeah. Ain’t no different for the LOM but if Faith’s condition didn’t get cured, things wouldn’t have gone the way they did.
Dino: Seriously… I had so much fun with the birthday party I forgot about it, but it was an eventful day.
Dino: The fact that Faith and Junior enjoyed themselves in the end is the most important part though♪
Keith: Yeaaa…
Dino: Of course you had fun too, right? Drinking while smiling from ear to ear.
Keith: Other way ‘round, other way. I was smiling ‘cuz I was drinking.
Dino: Fufu, I’ll let you have that one.
Keith: Oi….
Keith: Anyway, let’s hop in bed already. Ain’t a joke when I’m saying it was a tiring day, definitely gotta rest up after that…
Dino: Right… It’s gotten pretty late, we have to sleep…
Keith: What’cha looking all gloomy for now
Dino: …Honestly, rather than not being tired, I don’t wanna sleep.
Dino: I’ll start feeling lonely the moment I get in bed and the lights go out….
Dino: It’s no different than usual but, when it’s after doing something fun, it just hits a bit harder than normally
Keith: ….Yer such a pain in the ass
Dino: D-don’t say that now~! You get that too, right? That feeling…
Keith: Nope
Dino: Guh… Instant denial…
Dino: Maybe I should just go clean up after all since I’m not sleepy. We’ll skip over and ignore various things if we leave it for tomorrow instead, yeah?
Dino: We left Faith’s chocolate-self sitting there too, which is probably not a smart idea.
Keith: Man…
Keith: It’s still February, y’know? Nothing’s gon’ happen at room temperature, besides ain’t like there’s someone interested in eating it, so just let it be
Keith: You and I both ain’t gonna stay youngin’s forever. Now no more blabbering and go to bed already
Dino: …Okaaay
Keith: Geez… Sure was one helluva long day---
Keith: Hm? Was there some kind noise just now?
Dino: Yeah, I heard it too. Maybe it’s Faith or Junior going to the bathroom---
Dino: W-what is that sound…?
Keith: ………..
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Dino: Faith? What are you doing?
Faith: Aah, sorry. Did I wake you up?
Dino: No, we were about to go to bed just this moment but---
Keith: Uooh!?
Dino: Keith!?
Keith: A…a head! Someone’s head got cut off!
Dino: A head!?
Faith: Don’t get that riled up over it, you guys… It’s just chocolate
Dino: Hmmm? You’re right, is this from your life-sized chocolate?
Faith: Yep. Only got the head here, should go put it on a plate before anything else
Keith: Naw, that’d make for the worst display ever…
Dino: Hold on, what about the rest of the body? Don’t tell me, did you eat all of it by yourself?
Faith: As if I’d ever do something like that. I’m not like how you are about pizza….
Dino: Then, why-
Junior: kYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!?????
Keith & Dino: !?
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Dino: What’s going on, Junior!?
Junior: Uwuuaaah, Dino…!
Dino: B-being that frightened, just what in the world…
Junior: He’s… he… Shitty DJ’s head got cut off!!!
Dino: Eh?
Keith: Uwah, the hell’s this…
Keith: That headless chocolate statue's standing beside the bed. No way in hell ya won’t scream yer lungs out over that
Junior: ….Huh? Chocolate?
Keith: Faith…. Ya seriously got some bad taste.
Faith: Aha, did I take it a bit too far?
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Faith: So, basically I just felt like doing that
Keith: Even a psychopath would get freaked out over that answer
Junior: Uuugh, I’m never forgiving you…
Faith: Just let it go already, Ochibi-chan. I apologized enough times, no?
Junior: The amount of times you apologize ain’t the problem here!
Faith: Sigh… Then, guess I should explain it more in a way that you’d understand where I’m coming from?
Faith: ….It’s like, thinking about letting everything end as it did made me feel a bit sad
Dino: Eh…
Faith: Maybe it’s the fault of how fun my birthday party was? It made me wanna mess around with everyone for a bit longer
Junior: The hell’s gotten into you… Is that “Love Chocolate” still affecting you or something?
Keith: Nu-uh, he’s skillfully going for the “I ain’t in the wrong” approach with that
Faith: They’re my honest feelings, you know. It’s still my birthday, go on easy on me♪
Junior: The date’s already changed! Your birthday’s done and over!
Dino: Say, everyone!
Faith & Junior: Huh?
Dino: Since we’re at it anyway, how about we stay up late?
Faith: Eh….?
Dino: Obviously Faith might be a bit in the wrong there but, I feel the same about how much of a bummer it is to just go to sleep after all that.
Dino: We could make some kind of midnight snack and… Ah, it’s almost time for my favorite teleshopping to start too, how about we all watch that together?
Junior: Teleshopping…
Keith: Oi Dino, ya can’t---
Faith: I’m all in for that
Keith: !?
Faith: I’m like, somewhat intrigued by this midnight teleshopping honestly
Junior: …I also wanna stay up just a bit longer. I’m wide awake ‘cuz of Shitty DJ’s fault anyway
Dino: Faith! Junior!
Keith: Oi, oi…
Keith: Did this turn into some kinda meet up for them lonely guys in the end?
Keith: ….Well, ‘tis fine. I’ll go grab a drink
TL note:
This is an addition to the West Valentine's event story.
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What we Do - Part 3
Summary: Marc, Steven, and Jake are learning to live together. Old habits are hard to break and old lies are even harder to remove. Jake struggles to find his place.
Continuation of “What we see”. This is going to be a series.
Pairing: They're all friends here. And Layla saves the day.
Word count: 1407
Part one Here.
Part Two Here.
Part three: Jake is missing. Marc and Steven ask Laya for help. Can she help them or is she going to murder all three of them if they can’t get it together?
Layla was never sure what to make of these phone calls. The caller ID that popped up was now listed as ‘Marc/Steven/Jake?’ and there was a generic picture of Marc from a distance.
She answered and listened carefully for any hint on who she was talking to. “Hello?”
There was silence then a forced ‘guh’ sound.
She sighed. “One at a time.”
“Layla!” Steven gushed. “Hi love, how are you doing? Did you find what you were looking for?”
She blushed. “Hi Steven. You know how it is tracking down these skeezie dealers. No one’s happy to see me like you are.”
“Not in any danger are you?” Marc cut in. “You know if something comes up I can always go with you. You know, as back up…”
“I can take care of myself, Marc.” She sighed. “But thank you for offering. If it comes to it, I will ask for help.” They were all working on their faults.
“Hey, we were wondering…” Marc sounded a bit sheepish, which raised a red flag.
“Have you heard from Jake at all?” Steven plowed ahead. “In the past, oh, three days? Has it been three days? What day is it?”
“I think it’s Monday.” Marc muttered.
“It’s Wednesday.” Layla cringed.
“Oh my god It’s Wednesday.” Steven cried out. “Marc It’s Wednesday! I had a dentist appointment! It was on the calendar! My teeth feel cleaner. Did you go? Maybe he went. Should I call them and ask? That’s going to be weird.”
Layla took a moment to check her phone for any missed calls or messages that she might have overlooked. “I haven’t heard from any of you since last week when Steven called about the job listing.”
“False alarm.” Steven breathed in relief. “The dentist appointment is next week. Marc, are you listening? We need to go to the dentist next Tuesday at three. If we miss this I’m going to be very cross.”
“I hear you Steven!” Marc groaned. “Can we focus on this for a moment please?”
“Why are you calling to ask about Jake?” Layla pressed before another distraction could come up. “Did you lose him?”
“What if he ran away?” Steven paused. “That’s not possible, right? He’s just not here.”
Marc grumbled. “We haven’t uh, heard from Jake since Friday. We got into a fight.”
“You got into a fight.” Layla hoped she managed to sound as disappointed in all of this as she felt. “Over what?”
“He keeps lying to us! Going out at all hours of the night and then we kept missing time. We are actually missing a whole night and day. His car is still parked, though.” Marc sounded frustrated. “He can’t just stop talking to us. We know he’s there. How childish can he get?”
“Marc, you… Never mind.” Layla ran a hand through her hair. “Did he leave any clues or a note? Maybe you can retrace his steps.”
“We’re going to look around again. If you hear from him at all, could you let us know?” Steven sounded tired. “Thanks, Layla!”
“Alright, Steven. I’m sure he’s fine. He can’t stay quiet forever.” Layla wondered just how much sleep they had been getting. Steven wasn’t known for sleeping and Marc wasn’t exactly known for taking care of himself.
“Marc?” Layla tried to sound as patient as she could. “When you do hear from him, please promise me you’ll listen first. I’m sure he has a good reason.”
Marc made a sound that reminded her of an angry cat. “Fine. I promise not to start a fight.”
“Call me if you need anything. Any of you. Any time.” She heard a scuffle and silence. She smiled at this part. “Goodbye Steven.”
“Bye love!” She could hear his grin through the phone as the phone cut out. Steven always wanted to be the last one to speak. There was a sense of routine about it and it was growing on her.
She spent the rest of the day off and on worrying about what they were doing. Marc had a point to be upset, but knowing him he probably could have handled it better. What little she knew of Jake, he could probably disappear for a considerably long time without problem.
Jake was incredibly patient. What was worse was that he had no outward desire to take control. He could stay dormant for who knew how long. She didn’t know how that might affect the other two.
At the end of the day she was about to slip into bed when the phone rang.
“Hello? Did you find him?” She started out.
There was a lengthy pause that felt heavier than the one she was used to. This wasn’t a struggle for the first word. This felt more like one that was filled with regret.
“Marc? Is everything alright?” She tried. “Steven? Is that you?”
“Corazón…”
“Jake!” Layla clutched at the phone. “Where are you? Are you at the flat? Are the other two there?”
She heard a slow exhale. “No. I have done a terrible thing and I do not know how to rectify this. They are better off without me.”
“You know they are looking for you? They’re worried about you, Jake. You can’t just disappear on them.” She got up and paced her apartment slowly.
“Tell them it is better not to worry. I can and will take care of us. They don’t need to share with me. I work better without them in the way.” Jake spoke very matter of fact.
“Work better? On what? What are you doing that you don’t want them to know about?” She paused and suddenly remembered something Marc had done not too long ago. “What are you protecting them from, Jake?”
Jake was silent for a moment. “You have to promise to tell them not to worry.”
“Jake, if you are in danger…”
“He said the less they know about this, the better. It is the right thing to do. I am sorry if I made you worry. I shouldn’t have called.” Jake hung up before she could protest.
She tried to call back and was sent straight to voicemail. “Come on, Jake!” She huffed and went to sit in bed. He would have to either answer or give control back to the others sooner or later. She tried every half hour, then every hour, still being sent to voicemail.
She must have fallen asleep at some point because she jolted awake to the sounds of birds singing outside her window. “Damn it.” She called again and this time was rewarded with a confused sounding Steven.
“Morning?” He yawned loudly into the phone then apologized profusely.
“Steven!” Layla sighed in relief. “Where are you?”
“Uh, London. That is the extent of my knowledge.” She could hear cars going by in the background.
“Where in London?” She felt utterly helpless.
“Well I don’t really know, now do I? That knob. Where are we? Marc, did you do this?” Steven sounded frazzled. She couldn’t blame him.
“What the hell?” Marc sounded just as confused. “Where are we? Who are we talking to? Hello?”
“Marc! It’s me!” Layla was ready to start punching people if she didn’t start getting somewhere. “Where are you? Jake called me last night! I think he’s in trouble.”
“Uh huh.” Marc sounded a little winded. “Explains the get up. How the hell does he not over heat in all this? Why does my…”
There was silence. “Marc?” Layla started to do the math in her head. She wasn’t in London, but she wasn’t that far out. She had made a deal to collect some old artifacts and was spending the day in some little town a few hours out. “Marc where are you?”
“I think we’ve been stabbed.” Steven’s voice came back over the phone. “My head hurts too. Layla? I need to sit down. Can I call you back in a minute or two, love? Marc says we need to stop the bleeding. He’s being very persistent about this and I’m inclined to believe him on this matter.”
“No no wait Steven!” The phone clicked off. “ARGH!” She threw the phone at the bed. “I’m going to kill all three of them.”
She packed her things in a rush. She had no idea where she was going but if she had to drive around all of London till she found them, she would do it.
#Moon Knight#Moon Knight fic#Marc Spector#Steven Grant#Jake Lockley#Layla el faouly#Jake makes mistakes and now they all must pay#Only fair considering how often Marc fucks up
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Hello please tell us about Amaury and Bao
guh.. buh...
ahem, anyway lol
first off Amaury
his mom is a tiefling, and his dad is a merman, he's met neither. i originally planned for him to be raised by fairy vampires after his mom abandoned him in a fairy ring, but i'm instead going back to my original plan of them just being regular vampires, because i found out warlocks can have vampire patrons and i fell in love with the idea of Amaury serving the vampire that raised him (Josephine) and them having just the cutest relationship
originally, his patron was one of Josephine's thralls, Ariel, and Amaury was just so in love with him and wanted to be turned so they could be together forever, but Ariel kind of strung him along, then shacked up with some fairy vixen and broke Amaury's heart
so Amaury went crying to Josephine, who chewed Ariel out and maybe kicked his ass in a vampiric duel and took over as Amaury's patron, and now she's his mommy in the maternal sense, and in the warlock patron sense lol
as part of his deal with her, he finds her victims blood bags people to drink from, and helps her plan fancy vampire balls, because he's got an eye for aesthetics that she likes
oh what else what else
he's a TA at a magical college who got in trouble after he bit a student, but the student was a dick so it was morally correct, you know how it is with demons and fish men and demon fish men
now onto Bao! i haven't drawn him yet, but i found the perfect face claim a while ago and fell in love with him and was just itching to use him as inspiration:
(his name is Tony Thornburg, he's a model if you can believe it, link to the tweet the photo is from)
so Bao looks like /that/ lol, Ariel who? he's a former pirate queen, current pirate king, who had Josephine turn him into a vampire so he could sail for as long as possible, while remaining spry. his crew is made up of non-vampires, so his ship can still be maintained in the daylight
so as for how he and Amaury met... after Amaury got his heart broken, Josephine wanted to help him feel better, so she told him to go for a nighttime swim on a night she knew Bao's ship was nearby and to "make friends of the sailors" (btw part of being half merfolk is that Amaury can adapt to water by transforming his legs into a merfolk tail)
Amaury went swimming, came across Bao's ship and decided to make an entrance by diving down deep, then building momentum, swimming up and out of the water, high enough that he was able to grab onto the edge of the boat and startle the people on deck (no one expects a blue-skinned, behorned mercreature to leap out the water and say hello in the middle of the night lol)
but anyway, they pull him onboard, and call their captain (Bao) who comes out of the captain's cabin to see Amaury just hanging out and hey like.... pirates and merfolk are a match made in heaven so he was instantly intrigued by this sad wet little man on his ship
they get to talking, Bao asks where Amaury came from and Amaury tells him about Josephine so instantly Bao knows Amaury is cool, so he gets him some blankets and takes him back to his cabin, and Amaury's got his legs back but uh... clothes don't come with you when you transform lol, so Amaury is just fully naked wrapped in a blanket in Bao's cabin
and like Amaury is still hung up on Ariel, but Bao is so hot and Amaury is naked in his cabin and like.... best way to get over someone is to get under someone else and hoo boy he sure got under someone else lmao
so they knock boots and hit it off and Bao is so charmed that he asks to see Amaury again and it's the beginning of a lovely skinship that blossoms into romance, Amaury starts calling Bao "dumpling," Bao lovingly refers to Amaury as his "little barnacle" because of his stunt with clinging to the edge of Bao's ship (though he might switch to a different pet name that i haven't picked yet)
anywayyy if you read all that i commend you lol
#catgirlwheels#thank you for waiting i really went ham on this#and thank you for asking i've been dying to infodump about these two lol#Bao's entire pinterest board is just picture of that guy so i'm prepared for when i do draw him#amaury tag
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Kitty Cursed - Part 6 Cat-harsis - Cor Leonis
A/N: Another one of those things that took me forever to get done, and yet, surprisingly was easy for me to finish once I got started. XD
Also, I had someone mention to me that sometimes pet names can make them uncomfortable when they read reader insert fics, it was mentioned that sometimes the gender specific nicknames (Princess as an example) can be kinda triggering, or pull you out of the story when they're labeled as Gender Neutral - so from now on I will put a mention of the pet name used under warnings. =3
Again, each of the boys from FFXV will have their own part. I'll put the link to the others below.
Characters: Cor Leonis x Reader [Gender Neutral]
Warnings: Pet name used: Sweetheart
Word Count: 1046
Summary: You’ve been inflicted with a strange status ailment that has turned you into a cat. Immediately you seek out your soulmate to help you out with your little predicament, but you forgot one, small....TINY little detail.
He’s allergic to cats!
[ Dino | Prompto | Gladio | Ignis | Noctis ]
“...you alright?”
Hearing Cor groan softly said volumes about what the two of you had just gone through.
Then again, he could be making such a noise because of the way you tackled him when a daemon appeared out of nowhere from behind you both. It was foolish to put yourself in harm's way for the Marshal, you knew that, but you were positive in the back of your mind that it was going to be worth the scolding later.
However, you hadn’t expected that attack to cause this sort of a situation.
“Hey,” Cor called again, a slight urgency in his voice. “Answer me?”
Well, you honestly wanted to, but you knew that it was best that you didn’t.
Not right now anyway.
At least, not with the status effect you were suffering from.
“Sweetheart? Where are you?!”
Lowering your head you sighed deeply through your nose, tail flicking gently behind you. It caused an odd twist in your gut to hear his voice crack like that. It wasn’t often that he showed emotion, but to hear him call for you like that…
You mewled softly to him in return, and slowly padded around the rock you’d been hiding behind.
“...Sweetheart?”
To say that you were amused by the confused expression on his face was an understatement as you sat down on your rump and gently wrapped your tail about your paws as you huffed softly up at him.
He watched you with wide eyes for a moment before he took just a half step back from you, and that got your ears to perk forward in surprise.
“Hmn, I’ve never seen this as a status ailment before.”
Honestly, neither had you in all the times you’d gone off hunting daemons.
But you supposed there was a first time for—
“HEECKSHEW!”
Cor’s head snapped to the side as he brought his hand up to gently place it over his mouth and nose, then groaned as he tried to stifle a sniffle.
Oh six! I forgot!
With a loud mrrp like noise you scrambled to your feet, your tail held high for a moment before you found the direction of the wind and literally; and probably comically, skittered down wind. You huffed at yourself for forgetting something so important.
He was allergic to cats!
“What are you— sniffle —oh. Hm, it’s too late for that Sweetheart. Th-thaan—hm,” Cor then sniffled again, and sort of wiggled his nose as he brought his hand down from his face. “Now I think you understand whyyy—HEEECKSHEW! Ugh—why I said we couldn’t adopt the cat you found in Lestallum.”
Huffing at yourself again you lowered your head, feeling guilty.
“You didn’t know I suffered thi-thiiiiis— sniffle— this badly. It’s not your faauu…” he paused, his eyes slowly closing halfway before he turned his head to sneeze loudly again. “Guh, your fault.”
Still.
This was something you should have remembered. Some partner you were.
How could you forget something so important?!
“Sweetheart…”
Your head snapped up when you realized how close he was, and you mewled loudly in surprise, then in complaint when he picked you up.
What are you doing?! You’ll make it worse!
“Easy…” he practically purred to you as you squirmed in his arms, not realizing that you’d accidentally scratched his hands in your flailing to get away, and they were now covered in large, pink welts. You mewled in complaint again as he gently petted you and held you gently against his chest. “I’ve got you.”
Got me?! You foolish man put me down!
Cor chuckled at you, sniffled then moved to pick your clothing and weapons up off the ground. “Don’t worry. It’s not so terrible that I can’t carry you ba-baaack to— sniffle, snort— ugh, back to the haven. I’ve got allergy—”
It was the pause that made you look up at him, and you burbled softly in concern at the very odd look on his face.
“Hm…” he then moved you enough so that he could tuck you into his coat, buttoning it up to keep you safe against his chest as he gently placed an arm under you to support you.
And yet…he didn’t move…
It was as if he was frozen in place, waiting for something to happen.
You mewled up at him, turning to look only to go wide eyed as his eyes were watering and slightly swollen shut.
“Don’t…don’t— sniffle— move…”
That slightly growled warning got you to freeze in place.
What was wrong? Did the daemon that had ambushed you both come back? If so, how was he going to fight the damned thing with you held against his chest?!
“Ah six—HEEEEECKKSHEW!”
He’d wrapped both arms around you then as his entire form almost bent in half with his sneeze, and you couldn't help but mew softly in surprise.
“...right, let's get back to the ha-haven. That way I can take those allergy pills I have t-tuu-tucked into my first aid k-iiiii—HEEECKSHEW—ugh. First aid kit.” and he simply turned in the direction of the haven to do just that.
You growled up at him, then huffed when he still had you tucked into his coat.
“It’s fine,” he rumbled softly as he glanced down at you for a moment, then sniffled again. “Just…I thought the worst for a m-mmm—” he turned his head to sneeze yet again, then growled a little. “—I thought the worst for a moment. I was afraid that you’d been seriously hurt. I just..”
When his words trailed off you realized that you were purring, probably because his fingers were gently petting you through his coat, but you hoped that sound might comfort him a little.
“...you know that no matter what, I’m here for you, right?”
Yes. I know.
You purred louder up at him, your eyes closing just a little as you nuzzled your head lightly against his chest.
“Good,” Cor sniffled again with a huff, then wiped his nose with his sleeve. “Now then, let’s get—HECKSHEW! HEEECKSHEW! HEEEEEEECKSHEW!” he stumbled a little, sniffled then growled again.
If you could have laughed a little at the annoyed expression on his face, you would have.
“Right. Haven. Allergy pills. Then I’ll call Ignis…and see if he’s— sniffle— run into this status ailment with the others.”
#Meraki#Cor Leonis#Cor FFXV#FFXV#Final Fantasy 15#Final Fantasy XV#Gender Neutral Reader#Self Insert#Reader Insert#Allergy#Sickfic
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I got tagged forever ago by @whitewolfcraft to pick a band and list my favourite song from each album. You think I might decide to just let it go at this point, but I will take any opening to talk about my eternal tormenter and love of my life, Awsten Knight from Waterparks. From oldest to newest, here we go.
Airplane Conversations: Gotta go with the OG They All Float, and it’s been a hot minute since I listened to this one but my god Awsten’s always been unimpressed with the music industry and I love that for him.
Black Light: I could be a bitch here and pick Easter Egg because Awsten hates it but no, I’m A Natural Blue is actually very important to me and just. guh. The quick vocals, the lyrics, the way Awsten is and will always be a natural blue to me... I know he’s had a million other hair colours since then, but the blue just fit him, okay.
Cluster: This is where it gets harder because Awsten really figured out his sound here and it’s all chef’s kiss. But I love Geoff. So Crave it is. Still sad they don’t play this one live anymore, but we will always have his verse here.
Double Dare: Love the rough edge he has in Little Violence, love the nods to earlier works, looking back at it this definitely predicted the later albums. Also, the chaotic feel of the entire song, it works so well. It’s getting real hard to pick though... was tempted to just pick the mashup of the entire album.
Entertainment: This one pains me, okay. Because TANTRUM my beloved. But I have to be honest and confess that I think Not Warriors is slightly better. It evokes more feelings, which is funny because TANTRUM is, well, a tantrum. Plus I’m still so fucking obsessed with the Not Warriors/Crybaby mix they did for the video. It’s a Friendly Reminder (no one will think this is funny) that Awsten’s an incredible lyricist, an excellent artist and I still want to wrap myself up in this song.
FANDOM: Did you know I love sarcasm? Because I don’t. Anyway Awsten is a snarky little bitch and now that they’ve gotten rid of Equal Vision, it can finally come out. Probably the best example of this is I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Wanna Die Anymore, which only sounds happy if you don’t understand any English at all. And even I still get asked occasionally if that’s his real first name. (Yes it is! He officially changed it! I do indeed hate him for making me question the proper spelling of Awsten/Austin whenever F1 hits up Texas!)
Greatest Hits: All of it. This album is so good. I’m not joking, I’m still obsessed after two years and there are seriously no bad songs on this. Not even the really weird ones. Anyway if I really have to choose it’s Magnetic because it’s got it all. Seriously, Waterparks knows how to craft a song and make it get under your skin. Which is in stark contrast to Awsten’s tenure on social media but we move. The duality of man.
Intellectual Property: I still maintain Awsten’s a little bit of a little bitch for claiming Greatest Hits counts as both G and H. Anyway it’s REAL SUPER DARK so far. Sorry for being one of those fans, Awsten. Love you anyway. Album’s out April 14th!
I’m not tagging anyone because I’m late and I have no idea who is still around on Tumblr anyway. Hiatus who, never heard of her. Feel free to call me, beep me, if you want my tag though <3
#am i obsessed with a certain awsten knight no i don't think so#it's only an unhealthy parasocial relationship if you're not aware of it and i'm very self-aware#thanks for enabling me to ramble about parx for a bit <3#waterparks#notf1#meo shouting into the void#tag game
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Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 5
Skies searches for the Vault Key fragment.
*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*
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Chapter 12
Skies drives across Floodmoor Basin in a bladed cyclone, scrolling through her ECHO device. She barely pays attention to the road as she runs over jabbers and small saurians, thinking about Wainwright’s words before everyone split off from Knottypeak Lodge.
“I can only think the Oily Graveyard is the Ambermire,” he said, “older members of my family once filled it with oil rigs, but it has since been abandoned.”
“Hence ‘oily graveyard’,” Skies muses and grins excitedly as she pockets her ECHO.
She drives up to the entrance to the mire and stops to find a large, metal wall blocking her. She hops out of the vehicle and pounds on the wall.
“Go away!” a gravelly voice barks from the other side.
“Rude,” she huffs and looks around. The wall isn’t as tall as the nearby trees so she smirks and begins climbing.
Her finger blades dig into the bark with ease and she scales the trunk like a cat, using the branches for footholds. She swiftly makes it to the top and leaps onto the wall.
From here she’s got a nice view of the mire. It’s a large marsh with overgrown trees taking over abandoned crashed ships and old oil rigs. She can also see COV bandits milling about nearby and she scowls with disgust.
“Looks like they got here before me,” she grunts and draws her pistol as she hops off the wall.
She startles the nearby bandits as she lands on the ground and before they can react, she shoots a hole into all their heads except one. He tries to ready his gun to fire, but she punches him in the stomach with her bladed fist and holds his head up by his hair.
“Where’s the key fragment?” she demands.
“Urgh, I-I dunno,” the bandit croaks, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. “We were just told to watch the gate.”
“Well, who’s in charge then? Where are they?”
“I’ll-guh- never sell out the God Queen. She will smite you and the other blasphemers for even attempting to-!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Skies grunts and shoots him in the skull, letting his corpse flop to the ground.
She faces the marshland and sighs heavily. “Oh, this is gonna be a long day.”
Skies begins making her way through the marsh. Along the way, she checks out the crashed ships, most of which have sunken into the soft ground, hoping to find some long lost treasures. But if they did hold anything of value, it’s long been looted or ruined by nature.
Her trip is far from a smooth one. She either runs into packs of jabbers or packs of COV, both of which she disposes of easily but not without aggravation.
“No free treasure, and nothing but vermin to kill,” she grumbles after she puts another hole into a cultist’s head. “And I have no idea if I’m anywhere near the Key piece. None of these assholes are any help.”
She sighs heavily and continues her trek. Eventually she makes it out of the bog and sees a large rig facility up ahead. She shrugs noncommittally and starts to head towards it when her ECHO communicator goes off.
“Hey there, future fan.”
“I know that voice,” Skies grimaces, “I know it from all the unskippable propaganda videos I’ve been forced to watch on the ECHOnet for the last few months. And I’m not dealing with it.”
She turns off her ECHO device and continues walking up to the rig.
As soon as she enters the yard of the facility, she’s accosted by more cultists but a quick spray from her assault rifle takes them all out.
“God, this is like being max level in a video game,” she groans, “but somehow less fun.”
“Hey, future fan.” That voice comes through the ECHO device of one of the dead cultists. “I know you’re there. You can’t avoid us forever.”
Skies scowls and picks up the device. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Everyone’s a fan of me, or they will be eventually,” Tyreen Calypso replies.
“Uh, I have fans too, Ty,” Troy Calypso says.
“Yeah, whatever, Troy,” she grunts impatiently.
Skies scoffs. “I am not your ‘future fan’. From the second I first saw your stupid little baby faces on the ECHOnet, I hated you. But since I got you on the horn here, where’s the Key fragment?”
“It’s quite a show watching you mow down our cultists like grass,” Tyreen says, “so I’ll give you a hint. You’re getting warmer. But I’d suggest turning around now if you don’t want to get on my bad side.”
Skies guffaws obnoxiously. “I’m not afraid of you. Look, you two seem to have your heads wedged high up your asses, so I wouldn’t expect you to know me. Plus I was kind of omitted from Hyperion’s history- freekin Blake- but suffice it to say I’m kind of a big deal. When it comes to surviving against Sirens, I’m like the best there is. Lilith couldn’t kill me; Maya couldn’t kill me; and those two are way scarier than you. So I’d suggest leaving the Crimson Raiders the hell alone or I can be a real pain in your ass.”
“Sounds fun,” Tyreen remarks.
“Yeah, I could go for some entertainment,” Troy adds, “being the best can get a little boring.”
“Tell me about it,” Skies sighs.
“Well, if you’re so bored, then we’ll spice things up for you,” Tyreen chimes, “Troy, why don’t you show her what’s behind door number 1?”
“With pleasure,” he purrs.
Skies looks up at a mechanical noise to see a large door opening on the other side of the yard. Out of curiosity, she approaches and finds a glass case holding a stone fragment.
“What-?” she starts to question when she senses a presence behind her. She dives forward, nearly dodging a phase blast. She still doesn’t see the enemy until it grows back to normal size in front of her.
He’s a tink with glowing purple skin. His voice sounds distorted as he shouts, “I’m going to kill you!” Then he grows to a massive size and begins unleashing a wave of phase blasts.
Skies scrambles out of the way of the attack and ducks behind some machinery.
“How do you like that?” Troy asks.
“That…is…awesome!” Skies cheers.
“I mean, I don’t wanna compliment you, rat boy,” she adds, “but this is just the excitement I’ve needed today. So thanks for that, and I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.”
She attaches a sticky bomb to the ECHO device and throws it at the tink. He stares at it curiously as it sails towards him, then Skies hits her detonation button.
The tink shouts in surprise as the bomb explodes in his face. Skies runs out of cover and fires at him with her rifle as he waves the smoke out of his face, but the bullets barely seem to affect him.
The tink shrinks back down to tiny size. Skies zooms in on him with her robot eye and watches as he runs towards her. When he gets close enough, she scoops him up with her right hand but before she can crush him, he turns giant again, knocking her back.
She slides across the dirt, groaning painfully. Over top of her, she spots a crane holding a large, metal storage container.
She looks ahead and sees the giant tink charging her. As he reaches her, she flips backwards, kicking him in the jaw and knocking him onto his stomach. As she lands on her feet, she draws her pistol and fires at the crane’s cord, sending the container plummeting. It crashes right on top of the tink.
When the dust clears, Skies sees the busted container, dented on the bottom where it would’ve landed on the tink. At the sound of creaking, Skies reaches into her coat.
The top half of the giant tink bursts out of the top of the container, screaming. Skies leaps up to him and shoves a bomb down his throat then kicks off his stomach and flips away.
“Bottoms up!” she shouts as she hits her detonator.
The tink squeaks with surprise before his head explodes, sending bone and viscera flying everywhere. Then the tink’s body freezes into purple crystal.
Skies approaches the crystal and taps it. “Eridium. Can’t break that.”
She hops off the container and stretches, sighing with satisfaction. “That was fun. Now then, back to business.”
She walks up to the door where the Anointed tink came from and goes inside, up to the glass case. She smashes it and picks up the Key fragment.
“Mission accomplished.”
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i return.... to express my eternal grievances. sorry but it’s got to do with the character that is my muse here so why it’s here. you can read or not it’s your choice. regardless i hope you have a lovely friday and weekend.
so i’m eternally exhausted by the whole character slander that those who hate uget/su (usually of the ones who don the ‘h0rnee ak/iharu shippers’ title tbh) tend to portray onto him. basically they refuse to accept uget/su moving on from aki and refuse to even hold aki accountable for his parts in their relationship prior to the breakup to make him the ‘perfect victim’ which is just disgusting to think of as an abuse victim myself.
i’d been living in blissful ignorance for the longest while but then the slander popped up on my tl claiming uge/tsu has never moved on from the breakup and he still want’s aki in that way simply because--and i quote--he smiled at aki’s text in his own emergence bonus comic.
something most ppl forget is while aki was indeed uget/su’s first love and boyfriend he was also his first friend. even after breaking up i’m quite certain he wants to keep the good memories and was pleased aki felt it in him to text him congratulations. while their romantic bond is gone they still clearly have some bit of care for one another despite it all.
i mean... look at how uge was on about loving aki and wanting aki to be the one to properly end things since then it’d be the proper end bc aki was trapped by him and he was trapped by aki. just... guh.
uge did horrible things and was horrible in his relationship with aki and the two brought out the absolute worst in each other but now he’s on his own path away from aki and seems to be in the light as in a better headspace than the dark basement.
just... guh. if i can go forever without blatant mischaracterization out of hate and spite i’d be happy.
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Late Beginnings [Ch. 2]
Summary: Macaque’s gotten over the biggest gap on his side of the burnt bridge between him and his broke af relationship with Wukong. Now he’s gotta take an even bigger leap in hopes of getting MK to give him a chance as well.
(Author’s note: DUNNO IF THERE’LL BE MORE BUT WE’LL SEE, FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST STUFF TO PUT IN HERE)
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It should’ve been easy, a kid like MK had a good head on his shoulders, enough to see the good in all besides himself.
It should’ve been easy.
So then why the hell was he still standing on the sidelines mulling over what to say to the kid who was just a few yards away training under the careful eye of his mentor?
What could he say? The same to Wukong? He felt that might be a bit too cliche, even if it had worked.
‘Just barely.’
Mac sighed, brushing his hair back and watching the two practice stillness together, Wukong resting on his tail in a lotus position while MK stood on one foot, straining to keep his posture in check. Even with the staff being used as a counter-balance his muscles flexed against the lack of support in his other leg.
Maybe he could offer him something? Nothing major of course, something innocent but worthwhile and thoughtful. Demon head’s wouldn’t do, the kid had no real use for those, nor would he probably appreciate a trophy that wasn’t his. What did kids even like these days anyways? He thought of toys but, MK was practically a bigger kid than most other cub’s. Most kids like him usually just kept to popular places or their phones…
Decisions decisions…
A small yelp forced him out of his thoughts, his gaze shifting back over to MK who had since fallen back on his butt. Groaning and complaining like usual before Wukong gave him the ol’ ‘keep it up!’ attitude, prompting MK to simply nod and give it another try.
‘Geeze, and I thought my training was harsh. At least I gave him actual critique on his form…’
Then an idea flashed in his mind, popping off like a rocket and he suddenly found himself with something worthwhile.
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“Alright bud, I think that’s enough of that. Why don’t you hit the bench, I need to go check on the kids back inside n’ make sure they haven’t left a mess after that marathon I set up for em.” Wukong claimed, patting MK on the back before turning away. Offering a curt wave as he left, “Call me if you need me!”
“Alright, I will!” MK sighed and made his way over to a makeshift seat, which happened to be nothing more than a split log. And proceeded to take his headband off if not to just drench his hair in some of the water from one of the bottle’s he’d brought along with him. Before guzzling the rest of it down like he hadn’t drank in forever.
“I see he’s been keepin’ you on your toes. Full pun intended.” Mac commented, earning him a startled squeak from MK who had just about spat his drink out when Mac rounded him from behind to sit himself down on the opposing side of the log.
MK had heard a little snippet from MKing about Macaque trying to make amends, he didn’t get the full details but he’d heard enough to know to keep an eye out for the guy. Not that he wasn’t already always on high alert for any suspicious activity.
“Guh- yeah.” MK coughed a little, rubbing his throat a little as he cleared it. “It hasn’t been uh, easy, but I think I’m gettin’ better. Just need to try harder or whatever…”
“Mmm…” Mac let his gaze concentrate on the immortal peach tree Wukong had planted out in the front of his yard, it having long since bloomed and been picked clean.
MK shifted a little under the uncomfortable silence that spread between the two, there wasn’t tension in it per sey, but it was still a lil awkward for him to just outright be chatting it up with the same guy who had once tried to kill him at one point.
“So uh..I was hoping to..make it up to you, what with everything that happened the last time…” Mac’s face squinted a little, his tail irritably swaying behind him, it seemed this was just as awkward for him as it was MK.
“Uhm..okay?..” MK veered a little away from the guy, not too sure how to handle that. “Hey if this is about the whole ‘you trying to kill me thing’ then uh, hey man we’re cool.”
“What? I mean yeah but, it’s more than just that..” Mac fiddled idly with the hem of his cloak, the things color long since having been worn down from the elements. “A lot more…”
“Complicated?” MK quirked a brow at him.
“Yeeaaahh…”
“Heh, been there. Done that.” MK nodded, not that it was anything to be proud of.
“He didn’t tell you?” Mac looked at MK finally with a concerned expression.
“About you and him?? I mean..yeah he told me a lil..mostly just warned me to keep an eye out for you but…” MK rubbed the back of his neck out of nervous habit, shifting under the demon’s gaze.
“Of course he didn’t…” Mac sighed with a frown, “Well, maybe that’s where I can help you out. I know Wukong, he doesn’t exactly give you the full picture so easily, then again he’s never really had a student before either so.”
“So?”
‘So, he won’t just outright give you the benefit of the doubt just like that, especially if you just say you’ll give him whatever advice he wants. He’ll think you’re just trying to pull him from Wukong again or worse.’
“What I mean to say is, if you want to correct your form with that whole balancing thing, you should try putting less focus into just your foot, and put it towards your whole body.” Macaque stated plainly, his gaze shifting away back to the peach tree.
“Oh..uhm..alright?...Thanks???” MK blinked, none too sure what to make of that, but he wasn’t trying to kill him, or hurt his feelings so, maybe that was a good thing??
“Feel free to mention it to him…” Macaque claimed, his gaze softening before he got up finally and began to walk elsewhere.
“h-Wait!” MK called out, standing up right then. To which Macaque of course obliged, though he kept his back facing kid.
“..are you..like...being serious about that whole, ‘making amends’ thing?..” MK squinted at him suspiciously, even if Macaque could lie about his true intentions, MK at least thought it right to ask. Considering everything else…
“Yes.” Mac stated, his tail curling a little behind him.
“Ohkaaay... “ It was still hard to tell but, “Then why’re you trying to?-”
“Because he told me to.” Mac claimed, his head turning just enough to share a glance with the kid. “Don’t get the wrong idea..it was wrong of me, but.”
“Buuut?”
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“But whatever you do, you gotta stop lyin’ about the real stuff.”
Mac grunted, that was probably gonna be the hardest trial of his to overcome. For him, lying was basically his day by day means of survival. “I think I’d rather cut my own tongue out at that point an be mute then cut that out.”
The chick shrugged, “Hey, I’m just sayin’. Honesty is the best policy. Even if it hurts to hear it, better said than left for dead. You want em to trust you again? You gotta earn it. A few pretty words ain’t never gonna be enough. You gotta put some effort behind em.”
“Uuuugh.” He rolled his eyes, already regretting having decided to go through with the whole thing. “Fine...but if I get my ass beat because someone couldn’t take the heat, I’ll hunt you down.”
“I’ll take that chance.” The chick smirked.
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Macaque sighed, he could already imagine just how easy it’d be to screw up something so casually done by others. Century old lies he’d held onto for most his life being the worst one’s, with how gnarled they were from the many times they’d been knotted by his reasons to keep them from being undone by any means necessary. He’d run from them for such a long time though, enough to the point where he’d finally hit the end of his lead, and now he was forced to look back at the mess he’d caused.
It wasn’t a pretty sight at all.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t go back and try to fix some of it. Now matter how long it took, little by little. He just had to be careful in doing so or else he’d just get himself wrapped up in knots all over again.
“...I..” Just say it, even if it’s half the truth.
“I didn’t want to see you waste that potential under a guy who wouldn’t appreciate it...” Macaque claimed, his gaze shifting away.
That...was probably the first time MK had ever seen Mac show a genuine side of himself before. Even during training he’d been distant and strict, similar to Wukong but a lot less merciful in a spar. Where with Mac, bruises were lessons learned.
“...Thanks. For the uh..advice I mean.”
Macaque stiffened a little at the response, but he didn’t spoil it for fear of ruining what little ground he had on that bridge.
“Anytime.”
And then he was gone.
#shadowpeaches#LMK#lego monkie kid#Sun Wukong#Macaque#MK#my fics#ayeeeee chaptah 2 baebeeeee#just as messy as the last one#with some sloppy seconds#;'D
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This was prompted by a caller’s most embarrassing moment on a morning radio show. Luka.exe has ceased to function.
Locked Out
A Miraculous Ladybug fanfictioin
By Mintaka14
When Luka answered the frantic knocking, he opened the door and found himself staring into the bluest pair of eyes he’d ever seen above bare legs that went all the way up to the oversized tshirt the girl was wearing. Her blue-black hair made an adorably dishevelled mess, and she was hugging a largish parcel.
“You’re not Juleka,” the girl blurted out, and, thanks to those blue eyes, he found himself having to think about that for a moment.
“No, I’m not,” Luka said eventually, and he was fairly sure that that was the correct answer. “I’m her brother. Can I help you with anything?”
Please, let me help you with something!
“I needed to borrow her underwear,” the girl said on a note of rising desperation. Any blood left in his brain after seeing her bare legs fled south and abandoned him. “And maybe her balcony.”
“Guh- “ he said eloquently, and stepped back, gesturing haphazardly to invite her inside.
Words were proving difficult. Coordinated movement was even harder, but he was fairly sure he shouldn’t leave a damsel in distress (and out of underwear, a voice in his head reminded him unhelpfully) standing in the hallway. He followed her into the living room, trying very very hard to not stare at the glorious curve of her butt under that tshirt, or think about how far up those bare legs went. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“I just got up,” she was saying, “and I hadn’t got dressed yet, because, you know, just got up, and I wasn’t expecting the delivery this early, but I had to sign for it and it was only for a moment, except I had the balcony door open, and then the breeze slammed my front door shut and I was locked outside. Without underpants.”
She turned, and stumbled to a stop as she suddenly seemed to realise what she’d just said to him. She looked up at him, and a pink blush dusted her cheeks.
“And I can’t climb back up to my apartment without underpants.” She gave him an adorable smile. “Is there any chance I could borrow some?”
The possibility that the complete stranger standing in his sister’s living room might be there to rob them blind didn’t even occur to him, and if it had, he would have cheerfully helped her pack up Juleka’s entire apartment if it meant that she’d smile at him again. Instead, he almost ran to his sister’s bedroom and grabbed the first pair of underpants that he found in her chest of drawers, and handed them wordlessly to the gorgeous girl in the living room.
It wasn’t until she turned a brilliant scarlet with the scrap of lace and silk in her hands that he realised that he was still staring like a creep and spun around. He tried to block them out, but the rustling noises behind him as she put the pants on were going to fuel his hottest dreams for a very, very long time.
“So,” he croaked. “How do you know Juleka?”
Please, dear God, don’t let her be one of Juleka’s girlfriends …
“I’m a designer, and she got a modelling gig with the atelier that I work for a few years ago. We started chatting, and then it turned out that we lived in the same building, so… You can turn around now,” she said, and Luka turned to face her. “She has a spare set of my keys for when I do stuff like this.”
This girl turned up half-naked on a regular basis? Luka had already formed some vague plans to move in with his sister before the rest of what she was saying registered.
“But I can’t see them in the bowl where she usually keeps them.”
Luka followed the line of her gaze, and indeed, the bowl by the door was empty. Maybe she could move in with them instead if she was locked out forever? He was happy to share.
“So if you don’t mind, I’ll just use the balcony.”
Wha-?
She reclaimed the package from the couch where she’d put it, and padded on bare feet towards the balcony door. She paused, and glanced back at him with a shy smile.
“It was really nice to meet you. Thanks for your help, and tell Juleka that I’ll return her underwear once I’ve washed them.”
The strangled noise that he made might have passed for a response. He really wasn’t sure of anything, including his own name, and he watched as she climbed up onto the balcony railing with her parcel tucked under one arm. She swung herself out over the edge and, with a heartstopping twist, caught the next balcony over one-handed.
She flipped the parcel up onto the balcony above that, hauling herself effortlessly after it, and holy crap if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Her bare legs flashed out of view, and Luka dropped bonelessly into the couch.
When Juleka finally got home, he was still sitting there, one hand pressed over his mouth, and his sister kicked his leg out of the way as she passed.
“What’s gotten into you, dumbass?” she asked. She dropped the bags of shopping on the counter and turned back to her brother. She waved a hand in front of his face.
“I met one of your neighbours,” he said in a daze, and Juleka’s eyebrows rose. “Dark hair, said she knows you from work, climbs like a ninja, legs like you wouldn’t believe, and god, those blue eyes…”
Juleka’s brows rose further. “Marinette was here? Wait, climbs like a ninja?”
“Yeah,” Luka sighed happily. He probably should ask Marinette out to dinner at least once before he proposed. He was pretty sure that was the right thing to do. He probably should introduce himself to her first.
“What did she want?”
“Your underwear.”
“What??
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