#hi ! so sorry this isn't in pages i didn't quite have the time but !!! baby gorl

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Angus was a good detective. The best detective, if he could say so himself. Good enough for the Goldcliff Militia, good enough for the Bureau of Balance. But there were still mysteries that completely eluded him. Sure, joining the Bureau had cleared some things up. But it also opened up so many more questions. Angus could— and has!— filled several notebooks up with things he wanted to figure out. But right, his most pressing concern was this.

"What do you— what do you mean he was just here?" Angus said, looking away from his notes at last.

The Director was sitting behind her desk, sunk deeply into her chair. She wore a look deep… something. Angus couldn't quite place his finger on it. But it didn't matter right now.

"He was just here," the Director said again, shrugging.

"Is he—he's not inoculated?"

"As far as I'm aware," the Director said, "and I am very aware of who is and isn't inoculated— he has not been."

"How can he live up here—?"

"Who's to say he's alive?" the Director asked.

"…fuck," Angus said. Okay, new page. He started scribbling stuff down. He'd have to look into undead beings more— ooh, maybe Mr. Taako could put him in contact with Mr. Kravitz, he had been wanting to ask a few things about his whole job and purpose and such. Back on topic, Angus, back on topic. Okay. The Bureau's library was probably his next best bet and if not, maybe the Militia's library, since he still had that passcode.

"If I may speak honestly," the Director said, leaning forward. She moved a few sheets of paper aside. "I don't give a fuck how he got up here because, quite frankly, I hate speaking to him. The less we interact, the better. Have you heard his voice? The man sounds like a violin that got beat into a pile of chopsticks. It's not—"

"So you just let him stay?" Angus interrupted, appalled.

"Garfield the Deals Warlock is not a force to be reckoned with, Angus," the Director said gravely. "Sometimes, the easiest way to solve a mystery is to stop thinking about it."

"Well, yeah," Angus said. "But he's— isn't it a security risk, ma'am? If he can get up here, then who's to say someone else couldn't? Someone like— like a Red Robe, or—"

"Angus," The Director said, looking him in the eye. "There are no Red Robes on the moon."

"That you know of," Angus said.

"That I know of," the Director allowed. "But I can one hundred percent assure you that Garfield is not a Red Robe."

"He has the magical ability—"

"He's as much of a Red Robe as you are, Angus," the Director said. "So unless you have something to share—"

"I was— it was a goof, Madam Director," Angus said. "I'm— I'm not a Red Robe." A pause. But could he be? If the Voidfish could erase the memories from his head about the relics, then maybe. But, no— no, Angus had been a baby. He couldn't make a weapon of mass destruction as a baby.

"Mine was also a goof," the Director said, cutting into his thoughts. Oh. Right. Okay. "Angus, I do very much enjoy chatting with you, but I do need you to get out of my office. I'm afraid to say that I have a spa appointment with Merle this afternoon and I need to mentally prepare myself. I think it would be wise for you to stop investigating Garfield and resume looking for another Relic."

"Of course," Angus said. "But if I happen to find anything about Garfield being a— maybe like a lich, or—"

"Can't be a lich," the Director said. "He'd just get blasted off the ding-dang moon."

"I'm— I'm sorry?" Angus asked.

"It really is time for you to go," the Director said, standing. A few of her bones popped and she grimaced. "I believe you left off with the, uhm, the Temporal Chalice, correct? That is— that's a pretty big one." She rounded the desk, doing a sweeping motion with her hands as if to say "shoo!". "I'm sure you can manage, though."

"Of course, I can," Angus said. "I'm the—"

"World's greatest detective," the Director said. "So you've said— and proven, too. Expect a hefty bonus around, uh— midsummer. Or thereabouts."

The Director showed Angus to the door.

"How big of a bonus?" Angus said, shutting his notebook.

"Well, it'll ruin the surprise if I tell you now," the Director said. "Have a good day, Detective McDonald."

"Have a good day, ma'am," Angus said. She shut the door behind him.

Angus love being a detective. That's part of why he was so good at it. But it seemed like every time he and Madam Director spoke, he ended up with more questions than answers. Maybe she was right. They had bigger problems than whatever Garfield the Deals warlock was. Or used to be, if that was anything. He should get back to finding the Chalice.

He paused, opening his notebook again.

It wouldn't hurt to look up more about liches, though. Just in case.

#angus mcdonald #lucretia #garfield the deals warlock #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #dont ask me what this is bc idk sdkfsdf

[sea-of-dust]

Ranpo,Chuuya,Atsushi x M!Reader

My hand slipped while I was doing math homework and i accidentally wrote this. This is my first time writing for a male reader I'm sure I'll be fine (this is going to be worse than my math grades)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of bruising,death implications,might be a lil ooc I haven't watched bsd in a hot minute

Oh? You have sweets? Are able to bake?? What's that, you're able to spoil him? Yea, he's imagining how to rizz you up before you two were ever dating. "Y/n thinks you're cool" "really?" He lights up at the mention of you "he does think you're kinda werid tho" he pouts disapointedly, will be whining about this

You're like another piece of candy! You're not escaping him. You thought you were allowed to leave? No. "Y/n we need you on this" "alright" "I should go too" he raises his hand popping another candy into his mouth "he can solve this himself" "well I can make it so they're right back here in secounds" "whenever I go out with you the minimums like 3 hours" you cringe remembering the holes he digs into your wallet. "That's irrelevant!"

If you ever did manage a task alone, he'd be annoyed for the rest of the day, so annoyed he actually opens his eyes to glare at people. "30 minutes" "would have been a few secounds if you took me with you" you sigh kissing his forehead "I'm sorry I didn't bring you it would have been too boring for a great detective like you" he proudly huffs "well it would have been fine since it would be with you" will make you tell him how it went and it'll always end with him saying "I knew it! This is why you should bring me"

He does get hurt sometimes, but when he does, it's just a small scab at most. Never the less you still treat him. "Don't give me the teddy bear ones those are for babies!" "They fit you're aesthetic, though." "they do not!" Applying the bandage carefully, you watch him lift his pant leg higher to reveal another small bruise. "Are you serious?" "Well were already here" does like looking at your handiwork from time to time.

Wants you to stay up and tell him stories and is pretty understanding when you say you're too tired to. "Y/n! Are you up to read 12 angry men?" "Ranpo I'm heading straight to bed" you rub your eyes sluggishly, walking past him to change out of your clothes to something more comfortable. "Alright, but you owe me more pages than usual" "deal" he plops onto you as you cover yourself with the blanket. He doesn't even attempt to gain spoilers or read ahead if this happens. He really likes hearing your voice,trying to act out certain characters. He might even ask questions he knew the answer to just to hear more of you. "Wait, so why'd he agree?" "Because that guy's thinking about his son throughout the conversion by putting his past with his son behind him he accepts the fact the kid on trial isn't his son and shouldn't be found guilty" "he should've just agreed when everything else got debunked" "yea well sometimes stuff like that holds someone back"

"Do you like wine?" "No" "?!" How did you guys even date? Wait nevermind besides that wine thing, you're pretty great 10/10, not returning

He would use his ability to quite litterally sweep you off your feet. Feeling the sudden decrease in weight, you feel as if you're floating on air. "What the-" he casually grabs something out the fridge "that's the last one" "that's why I stopped you" sometimes he'd just leave you floating for an extra 5 secounds, gracefully hold your hands and and help you down. "Can't have you bursting your head open" "I was two feet off the ground" he sighs, you pull him close kissing his cheek "thank you for saving my fall Chuuya" and that's why he does it often

He does get a bit cranky, but it's usually when he has a bad day. He likes bad days if you're at the end of them, though. You'd always let him sleep somewhere or stay up and watch you try to open wine for him and fail or succeed. "Finally!!" You popped open the bottle with the Cork flying out. "Wait, where'd it go-" hearing a small thud, you see the cork crack the floor due to its sudden change of what seems to be weight. "There's a tool for that." he pulls out the drawer and shows you it nonchalantly, "but that was kinda impressive"

"I wanna get a dog" "we should get married." The guy would be on the brink of tears. A dog? And you two are living together? He's gonna love that dog. Unfortunately, that dog mostly followed you around. It likes him, but the millisecond you're there that dog lays with you,sleeps with you, he's starting to get jealous of both you and the dog! You still catch him petting it going. "You're so fluffy! Who's a good boy who's a good-" the dog sees you and walks toward you it's tail wagging .How are you fluffy?" There'd be such a defeated look on his face

Definitely would be judgemental and then do some strange shit. You'd catch him dancing in the halls? Nothing to see here, only him getting slightly upset you didn't say anything. Pulling out every product known to man to bathe the dog, it's pretty adorable. You still don't say a thing, only smiling when you see it, still a bit annoyed you didn't say anything As soon as he catches you posing with his clothes...he's flattered time to make fun of you. "What are you doing" you turn around smoothly "Why I'm Chuuya Nakahara of the port mafia" you moon walk over to him "that is not how I introduce myself" "yea you introduce yourself by trying to show off your taste in wine to someone that hates it" "you worked at a liquor store!" "I dont have to drink wine to work there" you take off his coat to put it back, but he quickly slides it back on "keep it on for a while I wanna savor this"

You taught him what a flash game is. "OK so then this guy wants uhhh" "oh my god its Wally" "WHERE" unironcally so emerged in papa's games its aggressively odvious you two aren't working, you're are lucky you specialize in speedrunning paper work the secound half of the work days basically just you two getting bullied by the food critic

He's pretty shy for a lover infact when you start dating, he still feels like a friend more than a boyfriend. So when you ask him out, expect him to hide away somewhere nervous he might say something werid, he'll suck it up for you though! He's got this! It's just a museum! He can- you held his hand, and his confidence is down the drain. How he managed to keep composed is a miracle. Surprisingly for him, he didn't do anything he'd think would embarrass him in the future. He's definitely gonna ask to go on more dates in the future.

You try to help him with tiger matenence. Including getting loads of dirt out of his paws and even splinters sometimes "Alright ready" "I never will be for AH-" he winces pulling away, but you hold out his arm "you're fine lemme put on a bandaid" they do feel nice after you clean then though a bit numb

Attempting to teach him games will get him to teach Kyōka. "Y/n would you like to play quack diddly oso ?" "You know how to play that? I thought it was too old" "Atsushi taught me" you decide to ask him about it. He would get a bit embrassed, his mind racing about what you'd do or say. "Maybe I should try and teach her numbers too" he sighs in relief leaving you a bit confused but you infact did teach her numbers, a horrible day for Ranpo in particular as she and you easily beat your record of 57 with him. You didn't need her approval for dating Atsushi, but you still got it because of some children's games

You wouldn't be surprised by how mushy he could get. He'd overthink about the dangers you two face being apart of the Ada. He'd get trembaly grabbing onto your hands for their warmth. "I'll be fine. I'm more worried for you" "But what if you get hurt cause of me!" "I gladly will" "That's the issue!" He grabs your shoulders."What if you-" "Then yosano will take care of me" You pull him close, letting him calm down. "You're hopeless." "I won't regret a thing"

#x reader #male reader #fluff #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd atsushi #bsd chuuya #atsushi x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader

[cocoacat323]

Naruto Fic Recs

Since so many people liked my svsss rec list I thought I might do one for Naruto, warning all of these are either sasuke-kakashi centric so if you don't like that I recommend you don't read this! Anywho!

heroes come back Summary: Sasuke Uchiha is reborn as Timothy Drake

With Friends Like These Summary:

“I’m from the future—seven years in the future.” There’s a long, drawn-out silence. Itachi’s face is unreadable as he stares at Sasuke. “You’re what?” he finally says.

Sasuke travels back in time to stop the war. He infiltrates the Akatsuki in order to kill them - he doesn't expect to take a page out of Naruto's book and befriend them instead.

CCG Public Enemy No 1 Summary: Kakashi had a single red-and-black eye for more than half his life. Now, he has two.

twist 'verse Summary: Team Seven, in all its iterations, gets fucked over by whatever cosmic powers yet again and time travels/reincarnates/possesses bodies of the Founders. (Note: This is a series not a fic, but I thoroughly enjoyed it so it's making the list anyway.)

Frayed Truths 'verse Summary:

"What are you saying?" Kakashi demands, distress turning his tone harsh. "That you don't know when he'll wake up?" "I'm saying I don't know if he will."

When Itachi uses the Tsukuyomi on his brother that day in the hallway, he miscalculates. In the aftermath, Sakura and Naruto struggle with what it means to be a team and Kakashi sits by the bedside of a boy that might never wake.

A single misstep, and everything changes.

[NOW UNDERGOING EDITING]

(Note: This is also a series and not a fic, I'm sorry about that, but once again it's very good. The series itself has no summary so I went with the summary for the first fic in the series.)

How a Young Heart Really Feels Summary: It was absolutely the most devastating thing to ever happen to him in his six years of life. He knew Uchiha were supposed to love too deeply, but this was ridiculous! He was just a kid, for god's sake! He didn't want to be in love!

Or: Sasuke gets a crush and it messes with best laid plans.

Misrecognition Summary: During the fight on top of the hospital after Itachi's tsukuyomi Sasuke sees Naruto's rasengan and decides that was the final nail to hammer home his weakness, how he would never be able to become stronger than his brother. He was a loser, destined to fail, destined to die. So he might as well die now.

Sasuke tries to use Naruto's rasengan as a means to an end. Friend-killer Kakashi watches this.

Restore My Faith Summary: Sasuke was consumed with hatred because his family was killed. His entire family, not a single person left alive except him and their killer. It was enough to drive someone insane, or into the arms of the first maniac promising him enough power for revenge.

Instead Sasuke finds a little baby Uchiha on a meaningless mission and leaves Konoha for a vastly different reason. (Note: Very literally my favorite fic in the world, of you were to read any fic on this list I beg that it is this one.)

Never Trust Your Rinnegan (Tales of Sasuke's Travels) Summary: "Sasuke isn't in the Elemental Nations.

None of the Elemental Nations have buildings quite like this, people quite like this. Sure, Ame is weird, but this is really pushing it. These people don't have Chakra signatures, they shouldn’t be alive.

The Rinnegan has never teleported him somewhere he hasn’t already gone."

OR: Sasuke is transported to the world of BNHA and has a very hard time trying to get out.

Road to Nowhere Summary: Hitoshi knows there's something wrong with himself before he's even old enough to have a sense of self. He looks at his reflection and knows that the infant looking back at him isn't what he should be seeing.

His dreams are a maelstrom of grief and fear, his mind overwhelmed with a lifetime of emotions his brain isn't developed enough to comprehend. There's an ingrained instinct blaring that everything is wrong wrong wrong.

--

In which Hatake Kakashi is reincarnated as Shinsou Hitoshi, and he wants nothing to do with this world's so-called "heroes."

A step to the left (and right off the cliff) Summary: Team Seven starts off on a different foot and Sasuke's canonical journey to get stronger goes off the rails a bit. It all works out though. Probably.

#naruto #sasuke uchiha #fic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #naruto fanfiction #uchiha sasuke #kakashi hatake #team 7 #narusasu #obikaka #naruto uzumaki #haruno sakura #uchiha obito #itachi uchiha #naruto shippuden #naruto fic recs

[bungiri]

FINALLY got around to doing a slight redesign for wren and figuring out how i wanna draw her SO HERE SHE IS !!!

posted some close ups way under the cut bc i didn't realize how small my handwriting is IM SORRY

if u don't know her yet here's my stardew valley expanded based farmer oc her name is wren <3 she's a half witch who isn't very good at magic, but is more capable than people tend to think.

EDIT: ok i still get likes on this as of the day i’m editing this post so i thought i’d mention that this is outdated asfk. if ur at all interested in seeing wren’s new intro page u can find it here although it’s not as detailed as this one is

the only person who consistently believes in her and has never doubted her is her father, alejandro, who is an experienced adventurer based in pelican town. he is well known in various guilds (specifically the castle village guild) for not only his physical strength and mastery of the sword, but his optimism and abilities as a natural born leader. since he's a member of the guild in pelican town, he'd often bring wren to town since she was a little girl all the way to the present day.

on the other side, wren's mother, dolores, is much more critical of her and has had high expectations of her since childhood. she expects wren to practice her magic by the book and strive for perfection. protective and often overbearing, dolores wants wren to remain in their small town without consideration for her daughter's desires. the two of them bond over their love of fashion and dolores often spends a lot of time making clothing and accessories for wren to wear by hand.

as much as i want to make this an infodump about her Lore, i don't wanna give away too much bc i wanna do vague art about it first !!! she has 2 very good reasons for running away to the farm and is quickly overwhelmed as she tries to adjust to her new life and make money. she isn't gonna quit though because she doesn't wanna have to do the Walk Of Shame back home and admit to anyone that she couldn't do it. thankfully some of the townspeople (marnie, marlon, pierre, gus, linus) are familiar with her and help her out in her first few weeks.

i don't have a clue what isaac's backstory will be like but the idea that he and wren are childhood enemies is drilled into my brain LMAO. they haven't set aside that childhood beef because when they reunite as adults they're still snarky and hostile towards each other. isaac thinks she's a spoiled nepo baby who has only gotten accepted into the pelican town guild + is being considered for castle village entry because her dad is so cherished in the scene and he thinks they can't outright say no to her. he also believes that she's not cut out for Adventurer Life™️ and that she should just stick to farming and failing at magic or whatever it is she does. wren can also be very reckless (she gets it from alejandro) which isaac believes can possibly put not only herself but other people in danger (Valid Point). wren is stubborn though and is sick of people doubting her. isaac has never been particularly nice to her in the first place so why should she listen to him fr !!! however things happen and they eventually smooch so ?!?!?? enemies to lovers.

idk what Else to add pls do ask questions if u want,, i'll definitely be doing more art of her soon

CLOSE UPS !!! not very detailed thoughts just some notes hopefully u can read it

#stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #sdv oc #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley oc #farmer wren #my art 𓈒˚⭒ #this took me longer than expected #drawing has been tough the past 2 days bc i've been in a lot of pain and on a lot of medication #but finally got it done yay

[softlyspector]

What’s this I hear? Taking requests?! 🥺💕 if you feel inspired, I would love to see this with shy reader if possible

#30: “I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!” + Steven Grant x shy!reader

"Well, you could just go talk to him," your friend's voice cuts through the chatter of the museum's cafe. "He probably recognizes you, since you visit so often."

You groan and turn back to your cup of tea, eyes cutting away from man across the room that you have a bit of a hopeless crush on. "Don't say that!"

"Why not? Wouldn't that make it easier?"

You duck your head and cast a glance over at him again. He's serenely flipping through the pages of a book, not paying you any mind. You watch as he sweeps his curls to the side for the umpteenth time. They keep falling into his eyes when he leans over the book.

"No," you answer, turning back to your tea again. "That's incredibly embarrassing actually."

Your friend shakes her head and finishes off the last few sips of her coffee. "Sorry to burst your bubble," she giggles, "But I think he does recognize you. Every time you look away, he looks up." She raises her hand and wiggles her fingers at what you can only presume is the handsome tour guide.

Diving forward, you catch her hand in yours and nearly upset your tea cup. "Do not do that!"

"Too late," she says cheerfully. "I bet when I get up, he comes over to talk to you."

You squeeze her arm, "Do not do that. Do not get up."

"You won't talk to him, and he clearly wants to, so what's the-,"

"I can’t talk to cute people, okay?" You interrupt. "I don’t know how to flirt!” You were introverted, and shy, and new beautiful people terrified you.

She tugs her arm out of your grip and leans across the table. "You'll thank me for this, I promise. He looks really sweet. It'll be okay. Even if you don't flirt." And with that, she stands and walks away.

You're left frozen at the table, wondering if you should bolt after her. Instead, you stare into your now cold cup of tea and vow to never bring your friends to the museum again.

Really, you expect nothing but residual anxiety. There's no way he'll actually come over.

But to your surprise, someone sits down across from you. When you glance up, you see him. The tour guide with thick brown curls swept to the side and big rounded eyes that remind you of a baby cow.

You've listened in on more than one of his tours from a distance, secretly giddy over how lovely his voice was, the kind way he spoke to the groups of children he led around.

None of that eavesdropping could have prepared you for his voice directed to and addressing you.

"Hello," he says, drawing out the end of the word. "I've - erm, hopefully this isn't too forward - I've noticed you around the museum quite a bit -,"

You look away from him, embarrassment prickling at your skin.

Oh, god. You were obvious. He had noticed. You were being weird.

"- and well, I've been quite taken with you."

You glance back up at him. "What?"

"S-Sorry," he starts to apologize. "I don't mean to sound creepy, yeah? You're very beautiful. It's hard not to notice you. That, and you're always around the Egyptology section."

You blink at him, your brain slow to catch up. "I love Egyptology."

"So do I!" He beams at you, eyes crinkling at the edges. People, you think, should not be allowed to look like that.

You smile, finally able to breathe, though scarcely able to believe your luck. "I know."

"Yeah, yeah," he sounds breathless. "'Course. Bit stupid of me."

You shake your head, struggling to form words. "I'm, um, thank you. Thanks. You didn't have to come over to say that."

Your heart is beating a mile a minute, you're sure he must be able to hear it.

"But I very much wanted to," he says. "My name is Steven Grant."

He reaches across the table and offers you his hand. You mutter your name and hastily wipe your sweaty palm on your jeans before placing your hand in his.

"I'd also like to know if you'd go on - if you'd-," you glance up when he stutters to a halt, and find him staring at his reflection in the pastry case across the way. He shakes his head with a fond smile, and turns back to you, "Would you like to go on a date with me? I understand if you'd say no, I am a bloody stranger aren't I-,"

"Yes," you cut him off before you can talk yourself out of it. "Yes. I - I noticed you too," you say, rather bravely.

"Really?"

"Yes," you manage.

You're worried about how to follow that up, but Steven manages for you. Despite his nerves, he seems rather excitable and outgoing. "Which exhibit is your favorite?" He asks.

Its a long while before either of you get up from the table.

#steven grant x you #steven grant x reader

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1098 - Initial Thoughts

Who's ready to feel sad again this week?

If the answer was no then...well...yeah, sorry Another One Piece chapter is out and we are ready to get hit by the cast iron hammer of trauma

brace yourselves

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too

We'll start with the elephant in the room, I didn't want to believe comments that the chapter looked unfinished because I didn't want to also worry about Oda's health, but the chapter is very unkempt. The cover even has a message of Oda apologizing

I'm sure I'm not alone, but I feel like nobody would've thought less of Oda just delaying the chapter to make it look polished if he so wished, I am curious about the reasoning though because usually he's ahead on these things, did the sent draft get damaged or corrupted or something? I wonder if we'll ever know

But the cover page is Brook jamming with an Electric Eel, no continuity relevant covers like last time

It appears that during the Goa fire incident another uprising is looking dire, stretching the army thin

Kuma decides to go and solo it though, on a mission and acting recklessly after news of Ginny's kidnapping

Oh, oh no. It's much worse. Captured as a prisoner for being a Revolutionary would've been one thing, but Ginny was kidnapped because a Celestial Dragon wanted her as a bride

And we all can guess what that will mean...

Kuma does successfully help the Toomi uprising succeed for the army, but Kuma has being running himself rugged

2 years pass and a ragged ship sails the sea with a crying baby Bonney

Ginny is alive, contacting Baltigo to talk to Kumachi

Something feels off though, the Celestial Dragons aren't ones for simply letting people go, especially if they're sick, usually it's a bullet

The forlorn face of Ginny's Den Den Mushi does hide a more darker truth, maybe even one Oda's not fully telling us

Of course, Kuma clocks onto the fact that Ginny's sick, and it turns out that Ginny isn't gonna be able to make it to Baltigo

Kuma wants to be with her, but she doesn't want him to see her in her state at death's door, asking Dragon and Ivankov to look after Kuma

Kuma's already gone though, rushing to the Sorbet Kingdom to the one place he knew she'd go, but in turn missing her last declaration of love for him

Kuma arrives to the right place, but time has run out

Ginny's illness is something we've not seen, her skin hardened and crystallized in contact with the sun, a risk she willingly took to cross the ocean and get home, leaving a baby Bonney in the safest place she knew

It's heartbreaking stuff as Kuma reminds himself of all the times he had with her; he did everything right, everything selflessly, and he still lost everything

Kuma's a better man than me though; if I learned that the woman I loved and lived with for over a decade got kidnapped and spent the last 2 years being the enslaved plaything of the worst creatures imaginable only to come back dying of a disease that deprives her from the light and dies before I got to see her I would've gone full Shinra Tensei on Marejois

Still, Kuma will not let Ginny's death be in vain, and will raise Bonney well

Of course, since Kuma is gigantic, he struggles being delicate with a child, seeking advice from the elderly people

Bonney was a glutton since birth

A brief wholesome montage of Kuma being a good dad to make sure this chapter didn't get super dark

Until it's layered in with Kuma having to fight with the Revolutionaries at the same time

He did put an iron cage over Bonney's cot too so he didn't smush her

And a brief Sabo training cameo

Time passes but the two kids find the church boarded up and Kuma locked inside

And right where her piercing is, blue stones form on Bonney's face

Doctors aren't sure what it is, but it's clear Bonney inherited Ginny's condition, we can only confirm it's not White Lead Poisoning like Law had

As a result, Kuma quits the Revolutionary Army to tend to her

For a guy who quit raising his child to be a Revolutionary, Dragon seems more than understanding seeing Kuma quit the Revolutionaries to raise his child

Seven years ago, Bonney is 5 years old, meaning her true age is likely 12

Local kids bully her, calling her a vampire and running into the daylight to escape her

Bonney is still foul mouthed for someone raised by a pastor, giving the boys the finger as well

Kids aren't too smart though, trying to use a cross on her, while she lives in a church...

Bonney threatens to chase after them, but is stopped by Kuma, who worries even if she wasn't being serious

Bonney is at least aware that her facial stones are part of an illness, but Kuma still tries to uplift her, calling them her Jewels

I guess that's where the Jewelry comes from

Kuma asks Bonney where she'd like to go when she's better, leading her to talk about the Sky Islands

It's a bit obscure, but it seems the book she read it from is Kuma's bible

Bonney also feels like they could meet Nika up there, so they settle that as her 20th birthday, for her 19th she'll go to Fishman Island

Bonney's disease finally gets a name though; Sapphire Scale, feels like a Game of Thrones Greyscale kinda deal, it's allegedly incurable

It's super rare, but the stones grow when they touch any natural light, sun or moon, and even then avoiding the light just slows the disease

The doctor gives Bonney 5 years, traumatizing Kuma more

Bonney only partly overheard the conversation too, taking 'it'll be over on her 10th birthday' as the disease will pass by then

Kuma goes along with it though, you can't tell a child they're gonna die after all but he also feels the guilt of giving her so much hope

A year later, King Becori returns with fire

This time instead of making borders, he's gonna burn the south down himself

Oda please, it's sad enough

and it's gonna be 12+ weeks since we last saw Nico Robin too I haven't forgotten about that

The unfinished panels didn't hamper the chapter as much as it might have had the story quality not been strong, there was only a couple of panels I just had to look a bit harder at to distinguish.

But yeah, the story. I can't say it's great because it's heartbreaking and soul-wrenching, so let's just say it achieved its intent. Ginny suffered a cruel fate and unable to be saved by Kuma, but I also feel like there's more to it than her simply being 'let go', escape is probable but I also fear that Sapphire Scale was an experiment.

There's so much traumatic irony too, a disease that deprives you of the sun, of the light, of the dawn, it feels like something the Gorosei would weaponize. Also the irony of Bonney stopping Zoro from killing a Celestial Dragon who was going to forcibly take a woman as one of his wives, I feel like Kuma wouldn't let her know the full story but that is a tragic bit for us. It also implies that Bonney is technically a Celestial Dragon herself, almost a bridge between both since Ginny was also a slave, it could explain why the Gorosei keep offering a bit of leeway to her too.

The worst part of it all is that I can't be certain that the clone theory is off the table for Bonney, Law survived his disease due to the Ope Ope no Mi, I don't think Bonney's fruit can provide the same assurances. Oda can go super dark if he wants to continue to rip chunks out of Kuma by having Bonney not make her 10th birthday after all, and then Vegapunk clones a Bonney without the Sapphire Scale disease in her DNA. I do hope not of course but it still sadly remains an option.

King Becori's return was an odd place to end though, this is either the point where Kuma becomes King, a pirate, a Warlord or all of the above, perhaps as King he gets World Government information to find a cure for Bonney. We'll find out in 2 weeks I guess, but Oda please,

There has to be a way to end the story with Kuma being happy.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #egghead island arc #future island arc #bartholomew kuma #ginny one piece #revolutionary army #celestial dragons #monkey d dragon #emporio ivankov #jewelry bonney

[pecanwriter]

IKEA Meatballs Mean Love

Themes: food as reward, slight humiliation kink, food as love language, encourager x gainer relationship

Words: 2331

Status: Completed

Year 1

"Jesus, it just hit me!" Sergio turned to Otis, his brown eyes wide. "We're living together, we're decorating! I feel so grown up."

Otis laughed, wrapping his arm around Sergio's slender waist and pulling him in for a quick temple kiss.

"We're both twenty-three, we're working full time, finished uni… Sounds pretty grown-up to me." Otis said, letting his boyfriend go to check out the stack of on-sale pillows. 

It was their first IKEA trip after landing the flat together. The commute time was great and the flat itself quite large, the only downside was that it was unfurnished. And so, after two weeks of ironing their work shirts against towels splayed on the floor and having passionate sex on the air mattress, they finally decided it was time to take their grown-upness up a few notches. Literally, like a bed frame, maybe. Some pans, maybe even a chest of drawers? 

Everything seemed fine, Otis and Sergio were pretty much on the same page. Up until that moment, apparently.

"What's the matter, babes?" Otis tossed two of the discounted pillows into their cart and grabbed for Sergio's waist again.

"I just… isn't it scary, Otis?" Sergio asked, his large brown eyes bearing a stark resemblance to a startled baby deer at that moment. "Moving in together, suddenly that seems so serious…"

"Are you having doubts? We've lived in a shared student house together all through uni…"

"I know, but that was with other people, that's different! And no, of course, I'm not having doubts, I love you, I just… I don't know if I'm ready to be THIS adult."

Otis looked at their full cart. Looked back at his boyfriend. Let out a sigh. 

"Okay, how about this," Otis said finally. "we will buy all this stuff, not much more will fit in the car anyway, and we can continue this some other day? And to make you feel better I will buy you whatever you want from the IKEA restaurant." He kissed Sergio's forehead.

"Anything I want?" Sergio's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Ice cream?"

Otis laughed, kissing his forehead again.

"Anything you want, babes. It's really cheap and really good, you can have more than just ice cream."

"Hm…" Sergio looked at Otis suspiciously for a moment and then grabbed the cart. "Alright, lead the way to ice cream!"

"How about meatballs?" Otis asked as Sergio stared at the overhead menu, clearly lost.

"Meatballs?" Sergio made a face.

"They're iconic! You will like them, I promise."

"Wow, it's all so cheap!"

"Have you never been to the IKEA restaurant?"

"We don't have IKEA in Bolivia, mister British man. I've never been to one before I came here for uni."

Otis brought Sergio close again, kissing his temple. 

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. How about…" He pondered the menu. "As an apology, I will get you the meatballs, ice cream and a hot dog?"

Sergio made another face but soon turned around to hug Otis grumpily.

"Fine. You're forgiven." 

Otis looked up from his own hot dog to examine his boyfriend. Sergio's eyes were once again wide open but didn't have the appearance of a startled deer anymore, that was replaced with amazement. 

"How is this so good?! Why?" Sergio took another big bite of the hot dog, letting out a little squeak of delight as he swallowed and greedily took another bite. They decided to start with hot dogs, move on to the meatballs and then ice cream, but somehow Sergio was having his second hot dog while Otis was still on his first, admiring his boyfriend, soaking in his excitement.

"And it's so cheap!?" Sergio continued, tiny smudges of mustard in the corners of his mouth. "If the meatballs are gonna be this good too I might get two plates as well. Oh damn, and the ice cream?! You will have to roll me out of here."

Otis laughed and standing up he kissed Sergio's head.

"Finish your hot dog, babes, I'm gonna order you the meatballs."

"Oh my God, that was all sooo delicious…" Sergio moaned as they walked to their car, he rubbed his stomach, which usually trim and flat was now visibly distended, stuffed full of delicious IKEA food. "We have to come here again."

Otis laughed. 

"Our flat is still basically empty, so don't worry, we will have to come back quite a few times."

"Oh, we should get a little storage thingy for the bathroom next time!" Sergio said, as they got to their car and he took the passenger seat.

"No more uncertainty?" Otis asked, fastening his seat belt. 

"The meatballs have cured me," Sergio said with complete seriousness.

Otis laughed.

"Damn it, I'm so full…" Sergio moaned again, slumping in his seat and unbuttoning his trousers, his small belly popping out immediately into the freshly available space.

"Oh yeah, that's better…" Sergio murmured, rubbing his stuffed stomach.

Otis smiled, watching his boyfriend for a moment and then firing up the car. If hot dogs and meatballs were going to be the price for him finally having a bed frame he wasn't going to complain. And most importantly, if it made Sergio happy, how could he ever even think of complaining? 

Otis realised that what he wanted most was to make sure Sergio was happy. Now, there was a grown-up thought for you!

Year 2

"Look at this! I love it!" Sergio waved the enormous plush dinosaur toy in front of Otis.

"No way, our flat looks like a children's bedroom way too much already." He scolded, gently prodding the toy from Sergio's hands and putting it back into one of the bins stuffed to the brim with the things.

"But it's so cute…" Sergio pouted, crossing his arms, making his modest belly chub strain against his shirt. 

"Come on, I'll get you meatballs at the Ikea restaurant as an apology, what do you say?"

"And ice cream?"

"Naturally." Sergio perked up, immediately taking off with their half-filled cart. 

Otis laughed and followed, noticing how Sergio's trousers dug into his love handles and constrained his noticeably rounded ass. He would have to convince his boyfriend to redirect his plushies budget towards a new wardrobe. Sergio might yell at him, for commenting on his body, but Otis knew exactly how to remedy that; with more ice cream, obviously.

Year 3

"How about brown?"

"Seriously, brown fucking plates? We're not seventy." Sergio prodded the plate out of Otis' hands and went on tiptoes to put it back in its place.

It was a Saturday evening and like any self-respecting adults, they were shopping for household necessities, namely, plates since the last set might've met its tragic end when a vigorous make-out session got slightly out of hand in the kitchen. You know, grown-up stuff.

"So what colour would you prefer?"

"Blue" Sergio said decidedly, strolling over to one of the displays. Otis observed how his thick thighs rubbed against each other deliciously. He'd also noticed that Sergio's belly was starting to soften and hang over his belt, whereas before it was an adorable tight ball in front of him as if he was hiding a basketball under his shirt. Otis thought the slowly appearing softness was the most adorable thing ever, he loved to play with it and grab it when they cuddled, and while Sergio always swatted his hand away at first, he never objected when Otis made his second attempts. In fact, he usually moved even closer into the contact. This usually escalated pretty quickly from there.

"Blue? That's like from a school canteen."

"Ha! Rude!" Sergio grabbed his chest in mock terror.

"How about I apologise with some meatballs and hot dogs?" Otis smiled.

"Oh! Oh!" Sergio bounced on the balls of his feet, making his chubby belly bounce adorably up and down. "And ice cream?"

"Naturally, babes, naturally."

Year 4

"I think these are not gonna last, the plastic is so thin!" Sergio said, examining a chair from one of the decor displays. "We need something sturdier." He sat down in the chair to demonstrate as it let out an ominous creak. 

Sergio progressed from being chubby to being properly fat now, he sat at the mock-dinner table, the flimsy chair creaking underneath him and his substantial gut taking up a big portion of his lap, almost touching the edge of the table.

"Alright, I was just asking if you like them! Let's go check out the wooden ones."

Otis stretched out a hand and Sergio wrapped his chubby fingers around it as he hefted himself up. 

Otis kissed his temple, noticing how Sergio's body seemed to be more and more in the way each time he did it. Not that he minded, far from it. Sergio was sexy; the big, soft belly hanging low and completely concealing his belt, the large tits straining against his pink shirt, that spectacular meaty ass, those thick, hefty thighs… What was there not to like?

"What are you thinking about?" Sergio broke Otis out of his revelry.

"Just thinking about how Goddamn hot you are." Otis shrugged.

Sergio beamed. He pressed himself closer to Otis, his soft body pulling Otis in.

"How about we skip the chair shopping and go home so I can show you how Goddamn hot YOU are, Mr. Britishman." 

"Sounds like a plan…" Otis gave his boyfriend a quick, teasing kiss.

"But first, the IKEA restaurant." 

"Of course, babes."

*

Year 5

"Why did we even come here today?" Sergio panted. He was leaning on their shopping cart, his substantial gut hanging out of his shirt for everyone to see, the impressive love handles spilling over the trouser line and his ass crack just millimetres from showing. “I don’t remember us needing anything…” “We need a new couch for the TV room, babes. Do you remember what happened to the last one?”

“Well, I…” Sergio descended into mumbling. 

“What was that, again?” Otis prodded. 

“It broke under my weight,” Sergio mumbled, marginally louder. 

“Hm?” Otis narrowed his eyes “Sorry, there must be something wrong with my hearing, I didn’t catch that?” “I broke it with my fat ass!” 

A couple who was previously very engrossed in purchasing a new plate set was now staring at them, specifically at the fat guy, panting and stuffed into clothes that were obviously way, way overdue for a size upgrade. 

“Jesus, Otis, what’s wrong with you…” Sergio grimaced, grunting as he heaved himself back to standing straight and pushing the cart away from the confused couple as fast as his fat overfed body would carry him. Which wasn’t very fast, Otis had to admit. 

“An apology is due, then?” Otis asked and something stirred down in between his legs as he saw Sergio smirk and mindlessly fondle his deep navel. 

“Apologies only in the form of meatballs and hot dogs.”

“Of course, babes.” “And ice cream.” “Naturally.” “And pie…” 

*

Year 10

“You’re so romantic for bringing me here for the anniversary, but I don’t know if I can make it...” Sergio panted. He managed to wiggle himself out of the car, but that alone took so much effort that he was already exhausted. Otis parked as close to the store as possible, but that still left about 20 meters / 65 feet to the entrance.

“Of course, you can, baby. Just think of the first time I bought you food at the IKEA restaurant. I’ll buy you all the same things I did then, but three times the quantity. Would you like that?” Sergio stared at Otis, his fat-encased face eager, his sausage fingers twitching where they rested against the car. With renewed determination Sergio gathered himself and took a step, letting go of the car. His humongous body jiggling and shaking and swinging in all directions with the slightest movement. Sergio’s legs were so immense that he was only capable of tiny, shuffling steps with his feet spread wide apart to accommodate the mass of his inner thighs and swollen knees. His arms looked like overfilled bags of flour stuffed into a cardigan as he waved them around to keep his balance with each step. The fat-encased face with its three impressive chins and the fat roll in place of a neck showed pure determination as Sergio made his way to the door, one jiggly, earth-shaking step at a time. The shirt he had on didn’t cover the lowest third of his hulking gut, but nothing did these days, really. Sergio’s belly hung almost down to his knees and no matter how hard Otis tried he could never find anything long enough for his gorgeous, ample husband. 

“Oh dear God…” Sergio groaned when they finally went through the revolving door and into IKEA. 

They didn’t even bother with the store, making straight for the restaurant. 

Otis was seriously impressed with the speed at which Sergio could still move, at least if a meal was involved. 

After finding a table and making sure Sergio’s enormous body was secured into a seat that at least had a chance of survival Otis made his way to the counter, unable to keep the massive grin off his face. 

“Hi, could I please get six plates of meatballs, twelve hot dogs and six servings of vanilla ice cream?”

“Of course, when’s your party arriving?” The woman asked, putting the order in at the till. 

“Oh, he’s already here.” 

“Pardon?” She asked, looking up at him in confusion. 

“This is just lunch for my husband, right there.” Otis pointed to the enormous mountain of gorgeous flesh that was Sergio and waved to him, beaming. Sergio waved back, fat arm wobbling. 

The cashier looked back at Otis, her eyes wide. 

“Meatballs are kind of our thing, you know,” Otis explained. 

She didn’t know, but she didn’t really need to know. What she needed to do, was to serve Otis food so he could make the most important man in his life happy, the way he always did it. With meatballs and love. 

#gaining fiction #weight gain story #weight gain #gainer fiction #gainer story #chubby boy #wg txt #wg story #wg text #bbm #bhm #bhm weight gain #fat bhm #male feedism #Weight gain story #Weight gain txt #Weight gain writing #i was writing this so hard i literally almost missed my station #imagine if i fucking travelled 600km and then missed my stop #i know 600km is not a lot for you us folk but here it's like a whole country #europe small

[cheerfullycatholic]

Hi I’m about to type out quite a lot probably so I’m sorry I’m advance but I can’t believe how sad, emotional and kind of envious I feel right now because I haven’t felt this way for SUCH a long time.

One of my friends growing up moved away a while ago and honestly we don’t really keep in contact much. We just kind of went our separate ways but still follow each other on social media. She’s not a Christian and used to be kind of wild and I definitely had my fair share of coming away from Christ moments during these times but anyway, I found out recently that she’s expecting a baby with her boyfriend and they’re not married but for some reason it made me feel like I was kind of jealous of the life they have together in some way? Even though I’m not and wouldn’t want a child yet anyhow. I then come across her instagram page where it was full of ‘luxurious’ type vibes of her and her boyfriend, the best fashion, this almost bougie looking life focused on looking good, getting the best pics and eating at the best places and whilst I know how fake part of this can be, I suddenly felt this urge to cry like I’m a faliiure etc and it’s made worse by the fact that my recent job contract ended and I found out that I have autism ; the reason why I’m constantly burned out and struggling more and I know how she used to basically call me weird (in the nicest way possible) but yeah, I think I just feel overrun with sad emotions like I’ll never be this person who she is and what she has in the sense that it feels like a tragic failing on my end.

I’m desperate for others advice btw if anyone has any too and prayer

I think mourning the person you want to be but can't be is something a lot of people do, especially during these times where everyone puts all of the best and most exciting parts of their lives on social media. And I think that's important. Mourning helps us to eventually let go and find some peace in our identities. Saying "I can't have this life and that makes me sad" will eventually lead to "God, what life can I have? What will make me happy?" We were all built different, so one way of living won't work for everyone, and sometimes, that one way of living isn't healthy for us, either. Maybe log off of social media for awhile. Try just a week, and take that time to focus on what you think God is asking of you, and what you think His plan for your life is. I don't know how much it would help you and it's geared towards younger teens so sometimes reading it as an adult is kinda eh (though idk your age) but I think Decision Point by Matthew Kelly might be of a little help to you. It's a workbook I was given in my Catechism class when I was being Confirmed into the Church, and although I didn't appreciate it at the time, I've really grown to like and understand the messages in it. You can buy it here if you'd like, or I could always type up the chapters on here for you and anyone else who may be interested. I don't know how much trouble I'd get into for that 😅 and I wouldn't be able to include everything in it because there's some cool artwork and crossword puzzles and stuff like that, but I'd be willing to put the rest on here

And of course, you're in my prayers 🖤

#prayer request #advice #please anyone reading this dont be shy to add your thoughts as well

[lovearne]

The Park

Johnny "Soap" McTavish x gn!reader

My page is 18+ only. I don't tolerate minors here, this is my safe place to express myself, and I don't consent to minors viewing my works or my blog.

Content: talks of ptsd, allusions to other mental health issues, grumpy reader, emotionally closed off reader, sunshine soap, service animals

Word count: 1.9k

No use of y/n and no descriptive of reader physically

Most days, all you feel like doing is curling in bed and cuddling with your dog. Today isn't most days, you've had an amazing day at the park with Zero, your comically named bulldog, the both of you sat in the overhanged day, not too hot or cold. He'd get up and play with other dogs and greet people, knocking children over by accident but giving them a big old kiss to make up for it.

Zero had plenty of water kept cool by the shade of the bag you'd brought, also some treats and food in case you stayed there past his feed time. He loved being outside, he was happy outside, and you were happy to see him so happy. He'd been good for your mental health, forcing you to get into a routine to care for the little stinker, but it helped a lot.

The day you got him you hadn't planned on getting a dog, but he was a small puppy left by himself in the middle of nowhere, abandoned. You'd been on a nature walk. Now he was a large lump of huggable, lovable, stinky bulldog.

You didn't much like when people encroached on your alone time, but when you were approached by a little long nose against your neck, you laughed. It was another dog, trying to figure out who you were, the dog moved on to smell Zero, the two happily sniffing each other before sitting down to chew on Zeros favourite toy. The unnamed greyhound and your bulldog quite enjoyed each other's company. You'd decided you would await the pet parent of the greyhound and just let the two play.

You watched both your dog, and the stranger dog, not wanting to miss a sign of agitation from either, you trust Zero, but you know how easily a mood can change, and all you knew about the other pup is that they love playing. The two eventually stopped chewing on the toy, opting instead to lay beside each other, the greyhound taking a drink from Zeros bowl.

When they were calm, you checked the greyhound over, no collar, and no identification. You stroked the animals fur, "it's ok baby, if no one comes before we leave, we'll get you check for a microchip. We'll have you home in no time." You said to the animal, they leaned into your touch, stretching their back. "What a good dog!" You praise as they moved their head to rest on your leg, zeros resting beside your thighs. You kept yourself busy, making sure to give equal attention to the two dogs, you were worried however, when the day progressed and none came looking for the lovely dog. Frowning as you pull your extra leash from your rucksack, you tie gently around the dogs neck, no collar so just softly as to not choke them, clipping Zeros leash to his harness, you went about packing your things, pulling out the on the go water bottle you have for him, clipping it to your belt hoop.

Once everything was packed you brought the two with you, walking down the park and back into the area of which you lived.

"Hey!" You heard, fixing to ignore it, you continued walking. The greyhound had stopped though, turning the other way, and when you looked down, you could see their tail wagging. "Bruce!! There ya are! I've been looking for ya!" A distinct voice called out, the way the dog reacted you knew the voice is their pet parent. You turn to greet the owner, seeing a guy, a little over six foot with a Mohawk.

"This is your dog?" You question, your face set hard with no emotion, the man looked a little shocked.

"Yes?" You sigh.

"Is it a statement or a question? There was no id on this dog. How am I to trust you?" The owner nodded.

"Aye, sorry. I'm Johnny." He says cheery, "and I've been looking for that little bastard all afternoon." They pointed to the dog, who you now know as Bruce. "He got away from me while we were stopped. Always slips his collar." You nod.

"Before j give you the dog, I'm going to request you show me a timestamps picture of him." The stranger, Johnny nods, pulling their phone out to show you. You seen the picture, Bruce was laying with his arms and legs sticking up on his back, happy as a pig in shit. You nod. "Alright, Bruce it was very nice meeting you." You address the canine, patting his head.

You and Johnny split ways, each head to your own houses. You got Zero ready to relax, taking his harness off and giving him a nice brush. "OK baby let's get you fed.

The next day, you were taking Zero for a walk, being colder, you were in a hurry to get the exercise in, walking a bit too briskly. Almost falling over when Zero stopped very abruptly. After gaining your balance you turned and seen the same dog from yesterday.

"Hey Bruce!" You said giving him a pat, not really acknowledging the owner.

The day after you were at the park again, Bruce and Johnny finding the two of you. They sat beside you, Zero moving close to Bruce and initiating the spark of both chewing on a rope toy.

"So," Johnny starts. "What's yours name?" You stare at him. He visibly tenses then relaxes. "You remind me of my coworker. He looks at me like that all the time." Your face softens a little.

"His name is Zero." You mumbled. Uninterest in your voice. Johnny smiles.

"I love tha name." He compliments. "Is there a reason behind it?" You nod. "What's the meaning?"

"Vet gave him a 0% chance of living to the age of one." He nods, face paled a little.

"How old is he now?"

"Three." You smile broadly. Your smile was the brightest he's seen in a while. He huffed and slapped your shoulder.

"There ya go!!" He encourages. Zero was alerted by the hit and sat up, glowering at Johnny.

"Shh, Zero heel. That's it good boy, lie down." You calmed the large dog down, Johnny must admit, he was insanely drawn in by you.

"Smells like it's gonna to rain soon, maybe we should move somewhere inside, yeah?" You nod. "My place is just down the road a little." You followed him.

----

Waking up to the two dogs on your bed, you smile. Zero and Hank, a dog you'd recently rescued, a whippet. The company of your animals is all you'd need. Zero was getting grey these days, his joints starting to give up. You'd purchased what you call your 'Zero wagon' a nice flat and comfortable wagon for him to ride to the park in. He was now an elderly dog, using ramps to get around in your house, and hank enjoyed them too, he had 3 legs and moved slower than he would've been before. His previous owner gave him up when he needed his leg removed.

He rode along in the hank wagon sometimes, sometimes he was happy for the walk down to the park. They both enjoyed the outside greatly, and the neighbourhood kids who loved petting Zero and getting knocked over by him now came and gave him lots of treats as preteens and teenagers.

"OK boys, let's go." You say softly, trying to wake the two sleeping dogs. Poor zero had been going deaf these past few months, you wake him softly by petting his back and putting your hand in front of his snout. When he woke he got up and started to lock your hand, you giggled. "Hey boy!" Hank also woke up, his right front leg pawing at you excitedly, standing on his two back feet. "Hey hank!!" You greet.

After your boys had breakfast, you got them ready to go to the park, putting on Zeros vest that said 'be patient I scare easy'. And Hanks vest that covers his still irritated amputation scar, it's been healed for nearly a year, you'd adopted him when you took Zero to the vet for his annual. The scar still gives him trouble, so it's best to cover the sensitive part up while going to play outside.

By the time you got the boys all ready and in the wagon, it was 9am. The perfect time to go to the park, packing the dogs lunches and a picnic basket, you head down to the park. The boys really love the wagon, the sit and watch through the mesh, or in hanks case, he stands holding the railing if the wagon with his paw watching as you pass people on the busy street, it being a school day there are children milling about waiting for school to start.

You chose a nice shady spot for you and the boys, laying down the large blanket for you and them, placing the multiple dog beds you keep in the wagon on the blanket. Right away, Zero chooses his spot, in a nice comfy bed, and Hank walks around a bit before he laid against Zero. You smile at their close bond, you get out three dog bowls and fill them with some water from the thermos, knowing that you'd be seeing a particular mohawked man in a few minutes.

Your assumption was correct, he approached the blanket full of sweat, with two greyhounds, Bruce being the slowest of the two, and Lassie, the younger, keeping up with him as he jogged over.

Bruce, the rescued racing dog, and retired service dog was older now too, he still tried to be of assistance and service Johnny with his ptsd and anxiety post life changing injury, as you'd learned a few months after meeting the man. He'd now retired from active duty but still worked on the base close to home. Lassie was his new service dog, Bruce retired 2 years ago, and he'd gotten her last year, she was a sweet little girl he is training her himself with the help of Bruce. She was rescued from the racetracks as well.

You had asked him why another greyhound, and he'd just replied that they made him feel like he was doing some good, as they were doing good by helping him. You knew jusy by watching Bruce, he hop in the wagon for the rude home as well. The poor boy looked about to pass out, he'd had a nice jog with his dad.

"Hey babe." Johnny had said after undoing both dogs from their leads, he leans over to give you a kiss.

"Hello husband mine." You joke at him, he smiles big.

"Hello spouse of mine." He giggles with you, "what are we? Sherlock and Watson?" You laugh a bit harder.

"Those two were best friends." He nods.

"I think we are quick little more than that love." He states, leaning to kiss you.

"Ugh, get away fiend! Pda who are ya?" He laughs.

"C'mon love i haven't had a kiss alllllll day." He pleads. "And you love pda." He reminds.

"You smell bad."

"You look bad." The two of you stare at each other and burst into giggles.

"After so many years I can't believe me and you still love each other." You state.

"5 Years really isn't that long sweetheart."

"It feels like forever." He nods.

"I love you." He says and gives you a peck on the cheek. You smile warmly at him. His smile matching in full.

He loved you so much, and was so glad to be the reason you don't look miserable all the time anymore, now it's just when he isn't with you. The two of you changed each other for the better and he couldn't imagine spending his life with anyone else.

#gn!reader #arne writes #soap x reader #john mctavish #john mctavish x reader #cod mw2

[krikeymate]

have you read the scream 5 draft script? because it's two scenes of christina (or susan as she's called in the draft) are fascinating and they are now how i picture her. also richie's got these two really fucked up lines that i wish had been kept in. The first one he says to Sidney "And to think: if you'd only opened your legs up for Billy earlier, like he wanted, Sam wouldn't even exist!" and then he says this to Sam "You know what the best part of fucking Billy Loomis's damaged daughter was? Making her feel loved, just so I could take it away from her." It just makes him even more deplorable.

I actually haven't! I've seen a few pages, mostly regarding the Amber/Tara relationship that they scrapped.

Let me take a look. (this took me 2.5 hours).

What the original script had to say about the mum:

Tara asked if her mum talks about her in group - that's sad.

She refers to her mother by her name.

The mention of 'group' possibly being: AA, NA, for gambling or for kleptomania - and people still think Sam's mental health issues are from daddy, c'mon, this woman fucked up.

The mention that the mum was not going to tell Sam that Tara was attacked.

Mum being drunk at the bar.

The scene of Sam & her mum at the Carpenter house: "You did this to her, didn’t you? Because you’re like him. Even when you were a kid I could see it in you... and now you’ve gone and hurt my baby girl..."

What was in the original script that was better:

Her trying to blackmail the guy on the phone - a shame we didn't get that, it's a nice piece of character personality.

"Fuck you, you're weird." - why is that so fucking funny.

Honestly, the whole sending the boob pic and the "this isn't Amber but I enjoyed the picture you sent me" is really fucked up and would have been incredible, it would make the situation even more creepy.

In the movie they change the person who Tara texts from Amber to Wes, and I don't like that.

It looks like half of Billy's conversations were cut, and they would have been better if left alone.

Amber: "you bought a date?" / Tara: "don't start."

The conversation between Sam & Tara is nice because you can see the strain. The "No. Shit, I’m sorry- I love you. Can we start over?" I love love love because straight up Sam just goes 'I love you.'

Vince's death scene was better but was also the best thing to cut because it would have taken quite a bit of time, and it makes the 'who was this Ghostface and how did they manage it' much more complicated. Realistically, Vince had to be Amber because Richie was attacking Sam at the hospital.

The Sam being attacked scene in the hospital was better in the script, with the "call the cops / I am the cops / call more cops" conversation being fucking hilarious and such a realistic thing to say. We also had Sam say to Richie just before this "I thought you were going to a hotel."

The friend group conversation in the police station would have been so important for fleshing out their characters and their relationships with one another. Presumedly cut because they cut the Amber/Tara/Wes thing.

The Judy & Sam conversation.

Tara throwing the cup as she yells at Sam to get out, it works with my belief that Tara has anger issues.

Sam trying to get Dewey to talk to her: "you’re a suspect in a homicide, so go ahead, call the police!" - this works really well with how Tara talks to person on the phone in the beginning. It also has the sister parallel of Dewey eyeing a photo of Tatum.

Sam: "There are no rules. This isn’t a game, or a joke, or a movie. Real people’s lives are at stake-"

The scene of Sam going to the house and leaving a voicemail for Tara should have stayed, however, I see why they cut it once they cut their mother out.

The whole Wes situation being cut was good for his character, but I don't mind the death scene we got. The Ghostface REVEALING themselves to Judy, jesus that would have been so good. It's totally Amber.

The Mindy & Sam being cut (it's a deleted scene in the movie) was tragic because it really explains why she blows up at the deputy and why she suddenly thinks Tara is in trouble.

They had Sam lifting Tara into the car and Sidney helping, that would have been so nice to see, and also would make more sense for the tracker situation.

I'm sorry but the whole Liv with a bedazzled knife is hilarious and I wish we could have seen that.

Sam allowing Amber & Tara the opportunity to talk but also going with them. The way the script shows Sam giving in to Tara, being soft for her. The 'On Sam. Hates this.'

The Richie trying to convince Sam that Tara is the other killer is slightly better in the script.

"You know what the best part of fucking Billy Loomis’s damaged daughter was? Making her feel loved, just so I could take it away from her. Pretty fucked up, huh?"

What changed that was better:

The choice to change to an inhaler - although they could have done both the necklace and the inhaler, to convey how close Amber & Tara were, even as best friends.

Adding the "I just couldn't be around you anymore, Tara" and the way Tara reacts to it really works for how the conversation falls apart.

Cutting the "I don't care" from Gale.

The script had Sam banging on the bedroom door and the girls not hearing that, it wouldn't have worked. The part where she's standing downstairs when Sidney called so the camera can pan out to her in the doorway was a really good choice.

In the original script, Amber knows about Sam's father because: "About your father? It’s a small town. My uncle went to school with all of them, he knew Billy was banging your mom behind Sid’s back." I think changing it to something more ambiguous about hearing from Sam's drunk mother works better.

The change to Tara attacking Amber with the crutch instead of a poker makes more sense. Richie shooting at her and missing I also wouldn't have bought.

Amber sending Tara through a window would have been incredible, but it would have made it more implausible for her to appear to shoot Amber.

Amber shoves a fork through Sidney's foot? Was she not wearing shoes lmao, this would have made no sense.

Some general notes:

I think most people can agree that they should have kept Amber & Tara as girlfriends, it would have been so awful/satisfying for both sisters to have been betrayed by their partner.

The whole "maybe: name" thing that comes up on Sam's phone in the movie is weird, and it should have just stayed an unknown number.

Interesting choice to change from Mindy pointing out Chad's bruises to Amber.

"But then why kill that random Vince guy? It doesn’t fit the profile-" except it does because Vince worked with Tara. This is called back to later with the "So why then immediately go murder some guy who was stalking Liv?" conversation in the twins' home, which cements it for me that Vince actually died because he knew Tara, him being a Macher was incidental.

"Maybe it’s the nice one, maybe the funny one, maybe the quirky one." -> Maybe it's Wes, maybe it's Mindy, maybe it's Liv.

I wonder why they changed the name from Meeks-Martinez to Meeks-Martin. Gonna be honest... the choice feels kinda 'this is too ethnic let's dial it back' :/. Melinda.

Also, something that doesn't make sense that is in both the script and the movie is them all knowing it was someone in a Ghostface costume, it seems to imply Tara 'finally wakes up' twice: once to tell people about the Ghostface and what happened, and again when she texts Wes that she's finally awake.

The way Sam goes "it wasn't you, it wasn't you" is so interesting because it really reveals where Sam's state of mind was - that she actually thought it could have been her and she just didn't remember, because of all the people accusing her.

Richie telling Sidney the comment about opening her legs: it's an interesting thing to think about. Would Billy have been satisfied with Sidney? Who knows. Interesting to think about. It definitely says something about Richie, given the situation where he was getting some from Sam, but also possibly Amber.

#/mp #ask box #hell-comes-to-gotham #Scream #Scream 5 #-notes #Side notes: there weren't 2 killers in Stab 3 or 8. if they do 2 killers again in 7 & then have a single killer in 8 I will give them props #Mindy calling Sam the killer in 5 and then Sam thinking the Ghostface is Mindy in 6 #lol at the error in the script which says (to Tara) when it should have said (to Amber)

[gaykarstaagforever]

Part 2

Part 3: The Exciting Conclusion!

At one point Kal-El decides he has to trick Lois into thinking Clark is still thin while Superman is fat, or she'll be too hip to the "they are the same person" jive. Which she has been for like 10 years by this point in the comics. But this is the weird little sex game these morons apparently need to keep playing, so he does this:

Let it be said that his great weight has not diminished Superman's ability to solve non-problems in the most pointlessly complicated way imaginable.

Seeing this, you may be asking...well, a lot of questions. But the one I asked immediately was, "Hey, idiot who uses robot clones to solve every problem: why not just use robot clones to solve this problem?"

Well! The sad people who made this were one step ahead of you the whole time, baby girl!

So I guess we can ask SOME questions after all, DC.

Having finished the ever-important Superman task of lying to the woman who wants to sleep with him, Kal-El gets back to trying to slim down to 200 lbs by 8 the next morning, for a reason that is really going to piss you off in a bit.

But how can he do this, in a world before fast-motion Richard Simmons tapes or liposuction?

Answers: Silver Age Superman style!

Juggling box cars!

Use his ass to destroy condemned buildings in Metropolis!

Incomprehensible space nonsense!

By 8 the next morning, he is nearly 200 lbs. But not quite. And this is a problem, because he has to use his own body at exactly that weight to unlock the door to a vault. That will EXPLODE if he doesn't.

Which sounds like a bad design to me, and everyone else with a functioning brain. But, see, this vault was built by the US Government to house a very special peace-ray robot they built.

Yes, really.

We never see that used, by the way. This is the second to the last panel. This is all you get about the machine America built that can somehow cancel guns.

I guess that means it didn't work.

Thank God and the 2nd Amendment for that, am I right, boys?

🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲TRUMP👍2024🇺🇲🇺🇲🇮🇱🇺🇲🇺🇲

As for how Superman activated the lock while he was still slightly too heavy, he simply used some alien anti-gravity disks he just...had. In his crystal ice palace. That he went and got.

No, I don't know where they came from. No one does. It doesn't matter. Why ask questions?

The only good thing about this ending is that outside of context, it looks like Superman is offering you the pills that make him think he can fly.

I remind you that this is the same issue that also had the cool story of Super-Pancho. What a mixed bag. Of POTATO CHIPS, YOU DISGUSTING WHALE!

Let's go out on a positive note: a WWII vehicle driven by Nazi skeletons.

Yes. This is the bottom half of the page where Superman is offering you drugs.

Maybe those drugs will help you build this wacky model of, again, a WWII vehicle driven by Nazi skeletons.

You know. For the kids.

...I'm not going to pretend Rommel's Rod isn't amazing. If I ever get hold of a time machine, I'm using it just to go back to 1969 and buy one of these kits. But that said...kind of a tonal shift, to drop this in at the end of Superman being fat.

Don't ever pay $30 for this comic. Not even Super-Pancho is worth it. And I LOVE Super-Pancho.

...Super-PAUNCH-o. Hee hee!

Sorry. All the kick-ass evil from these Nazi skeletons is turning me into some jerk on a dam.

#silver age comics #fat superman #comic book cover #nazi #dc comics

[xxpeppermintxx109]

Dearest Mint,

Haven't been on tumblr since it deleted my account a while back (rest in peace anonymousgothic) but I simply had to get back on here to commend you on your work. You've done it, once again. Another hit. This 3rd gen book has punctured one of my organs and rotted my brain -- that is how deeply it managed to nestle its way into me. Like I genuinely have to break bones to make room for it.

First, we must discuss Laena. There are no words in the English dictionary that can describe how satisfying it is that a Targaryen/Lannister baby has been born and bred within the walls of the red keep -- with Tywin and Robert and Cersei none the wiser. I wish so badly for her to know her true identity and understand her worth; I want so much good for her. I find it so thrilling that you chose for her to be based in King's Landing (for now) -- and do not think I didn't pick up on the fact that she's mapping out Shaemond's tunnels and yearning for the sea! I miss nothing!

I also cannot wait for her to know and love Jaime, but I am nothing if not a patient woman when it comes to you and your perfectionist pacing, Mint. I see a Daemon x Shaera dynamic in their future (and a very angsty journey à la Jaime-held-captive-while-Laena-sleeps-with-a-wolf-king!) and that hope alone will keep me sustained for now.

Second, Brynden. If I had a nickel for every time a bastard believed himself to be the son of Ashara Dayne, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice! Am I worried that Dany will take this betrayl even worse than she took Jorah's? Yes. Am I hoping the power of love overcomes? Also, Yes. Cannot wait for him to meet his aunt (who I know you will do right by) and his uncle (truly the most beautiful Targaryen, if only his personality matched). His history with Jorah and honesty just his background in general intrigues me, Arya would worship the ground he walks on, I already know. Also, whilst I see much of Rhaenyra in Laena's demure and yet childishly wild persona, I see so much of Arthur in Brynden. All of that honor -- um, career choice aside!

Third, the TRUE heir to the iron throne. Rhaegar's emo boy complexity is strong in this one. Quite possibly the most original storyline to ever be given to a Game of Thrones original character. And by far one of the most enticing. He's so morally grey and to see that clash with Jon's annoyingly fierce sense of honor will be...delicious. The fact that he wields Dark Sister honestly put me in a coma, and I only awoke to type out this novel-length review (Do not attempt to contact me once you finish reading this for I will be falling back into my state of prolonged loss of consciousness).

Also do I have a major soft spot for him because he is eldest daughter coded? Do I love him because of how much he mirror Viserys -- the older siblings who remembers everything and has been left with nothing on the outskirts of the kingdom he was due to inherit? Answer is maybe.

In short; wow. Truly, Mint. You created a multiverse that puts Marvel to shame. I cherish each and every one of your characters, and can do nothing but thank you and remind you of how powerful you truly are. I still have people emailing me about your work -- and it takes all the power in the world to simply point them in your direction and not go on a 10 page rant about how much they're gonna love it.

All my love, your biggest fan,

Anonymousgothic

excuse me while I go scream cry and throw up, I love you for this so so so much, I can’t even articulate it (and I’m so sorry I can’t put it into such beautiful words how grateful I am for this cause I am deceased by how big my heart is for you, and for this). Thank you for picking out the smaller details and thank you for the love and support. Pls know u are adored (by me hehe)

- mint

#thedragonmusthavethreeheadswip #the dragon must have three heads #greenliesblackheartswip #thedanceofdragonswip #game of thrones fanfiction #xxpeppermintxx109 #fanfic #anon ask

[remyfire]

Silence, her face hidden by the paper in her hands. She waits, rocking on the balls of her feet for her audience to absorb her work before Erin peeks over her drawing. Wide ocean eyes and unruly blond curls spring to life as she lowers the paper. "See? See?" She implores, pointing at the squiggles and circles meant to stand in for people. "That's Baby," she begins, pointing at the smallest figure, meant to be herself. "That's Mommy and Daddy," Erin continues, pointing at the second smallest figure and the massively tall one on either side of her. "An' Uncle Hawk an' Uncle Mack Tire!" She's quite proud of it too, especially when she holds it back out and exclaims, "See! We hold hands!!" Which is true, the five figures connected by the hands even as squiggled and messy as the drawing is. "You like it?"

(QUAD FLUFF QUAD FLUFF QUAD FLUFF QUAD FLUFF—)

There's a long moment where there's no response. It's not surprising that Erin has finally drawn a full family portrait, but the implications of it take a little bit of time to fully set in for all observing parties.

Erin pops her head around the side of the paper with a frown, and that's what spurs BJ into dropping to one knee in front of her with a warm smile as he cocks his head to the side. "It's perfect, sweetie. I love the colors you chose." He taps them one by one. "Red for Uncle Hawk, pink for me, blue for Mommy..." There is one detail, however, that makes his smile just a bit more barbed. "Why did you make me and the Tire hold hands?"

"BJ," Peggy murmurs with that sweet warning tone from the kitchen table. Trap, who'd been grabbing the orange juice out of the fridge, stares holes through BJ's head, which he doesn't acknowledge.

One long, slow, deep breath in. "Sorry. Daddy misspoke." No, he didn't. "I meant Uncle McIntyre."

Erin blinks rapidly. "'Cause Mommy and Uncle Hawk always hold hands."

"Do we?" Hawkeye glances all around the room, even to the ceiling, trying to solve the mystery, then gasps gently when he looks down and finds his fingers lightly laced with Peg's on top of the table, just like they have been for the past ten minutes. He beams at her, like isn't this just the most delightful surprise? "Oh, look at that!"

Peg presses her lips together, trying as hard as she can not to laugh.

BJ nods encouragingly. "That's right, they do. You've got great eyes. I love how you see the world." Encouragement is the name of the game—even when his daughter accidentally manifests absolutely awful things. He can accept Trapper's presence in their home and even the joy he brings to both Peggy and Hawk, but there are lines in the sand one should never cross. "But you know what?" He drops his voice.

Erin leans in. "What?" she asks in the loudest stage whisper known to man.

BJ taps the page again. "You forgot someone extremely important."

Erin stares back at him. He can see the gears turning behind her eyes in her young but incredible mind. Finally she gasps and turns and starts running out of the room as fast as her tiny legs can go. "Waggle! I didn't do Waggle!!"

Hawk's the one who finally succumbs to the laughter, bright and beautiful sounds that fill the whole room, only going muffled when Trapper circles around behind him and puts a hand over his mouth to muffle it. "Quiet, don't embarrass her," Trap tries to say as commandingly as he can, but it doesn't quite work when his words are wobbling from his own barely restrained laughter. "You wanna give her an art complex for the rest of her life, Hawk?"

Hawk pulls Trap's hand down when he's got himself more in control, but his eyes still sparkle. "S-Sorry, sorry, she's just so goddamn cute," he whispers.

Trap taps Hawk on the thigh, and Hawk obligingly stands up just enough so Trapper can slip into the chair. Hawkeye retakes his throne shortly after on Trapper's lap, burying his face in the man's curls so he can keep his last few chuckles quiet.

As BJ sinks into the seat next to Peg, he rubs his face. "You know she's going to start saying things to people soon."

"Or doing them," Trap points out. Out of all of them, he's the one with the most to lose—the last thing he needs is a summer visitation with his girls becoming the final one because word of his perverse lifestyle makes its way across the whole country to Massachusetts.

Peg clears her throat in the particular way she does when she's trying not to laugh as well. "It might be a bit too late for the latter."

"You're kidding."

"No."

"Yes," Peg murmurs. "Do you remember the birthday party at the Stantons last Saturday for their little girl?"

The three men stare her down. Beej is the one to speak. "What happened?"

"I stepped into the kitchen for a second to refill my tea." Peg clears her throat, brushing one of her fingers over her upper lip, trying to keep her voice even. "When I went back to the backyard, Erin had every single child holding hands."

Trapper wraps his arm around Hawkeye's waist to steady him better as he peeks around his arm. "Well, I mean, kids play games doing that sort of thing all the time. Hell, the first thing we taught Becky and Cathy was to always be holding hands before we crossed the street or anything."

Peg slowly shakes her head. "They weren't playing anything. They were just talking and waiting before cake. Then she started leading them one by one to the table in a little daisy chain behind her."

They all absorb this information. It's tricky. Celebrate how their little girl is unafraid to be affectionate with her friends? Or squash it where it stands? All four of them spent so long being isolated to one degree or another that restraining physical contact in the house feels almost impossible.

"We have to talk about this," BJ points out, scanning over them. "Make an actual game plan for what we're gonna do from here on out."

Hawk looks between BJ and Peg with fondness. "With your lead, she's maybe a week out before she just starts laying a wet one on all her friends when she sees them."

"Jesus." Beej rubs his eyes.

"Well?" Peg heaves a sigh. "Where do we even start with this?"

They're all at a loss. They're still processing when Erin calls, "Okay, I'm done!" from the other room and comes running back.

Sheer instinct is what makes Trap shove Hawk straight out of his lap and onto the floor, and arguably is also what makes Hawk follow his yelp with a loud, "FUCK!"

Erin skids to a stop in the kitchen door with huge eyes and a gasp. "UNCLE HAWK."

After all her hard work at keeping it at bay, Peg finally bursts out in such a bright laugh that there are tears in her eyes.

#your honor i love them #mcpunnihawk #my writing #some things are evergreen

[iwannawritelots]

Restless

Originally written September 2021

Masterlist

Genre: comfort

Ship(s): Satan X MC

(genderless MC)

(requested)

Trigger/content warnings: mention of MC not having strong family relationships, negative self-talk (Satan)

Headcanons/notes from the author: none really come to mind

Brief Blurb: MC can’t sleep, so they seek out Satan.

It had been hours since you laid down, but getting any sleep was hopeless. You weren't sure exactly why it was so difficult to sleep recently, but fighting it was impossible. With a small sigh, you pulled out your D.D.D. and checked the time. It was 2am... so everyone should have been asleep except Lucifer. You sat up and stretched, then quietly left your room and snuck into Satan's. He was always your comfort demon.

Once you stepped inside, however, you found Satan sitting on the floor, curled up with a manga. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and he seemed to be only a few pages from the end of the volume. "Satan?" you spoke, carefully coming to his side. He snapped his gaze towards you, suddenly very aware of his tears as he wiped them away. "Oh kitty, what are you reading?"

He sniffled and rubbed his nose. "B-Banana Fish... I borrowed it from Mammon, since Levi doesn't get a lot of human world manga..." he croaked, obviously holding back sobs. "It's so sad... I haven't slept because I got so close to the end and I couldn't wait, but... now..." He didn't even finish his sentence, whimpering and looking at you. "I don't ever want to lose you, _____."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, then realized the statement must have been brought up by what he was reading. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere." You sat next to him, then carefully adjusted him so his head was in your lap. "Is it that upsetting?"

"I k-keep rereading the last few pages... I can't believe it..." he muttered, nuzzling into you. "I feel so dumb crying but..."

You hushed him and pet his hair. "So you just keep rereading the sad ending, huh?" He nodded and burrowed into your tummy, slightly embarrassed. "Maybe it's a good thing I came in then."

"Wh-Why are you up?" he asked quietly. "Was I crying too loud? I'm s-sorry..."

"Baby no, I haven't been able to sleep. It's been like this recently. I just can't sleep." You ran your fingers through his hair, making sure your fingertips brushed his scalp. He relaxed into you, crying still, and hummed a little in delight. "I think it's because my mental health isn't that good recently."

"S-Sorry.. I'm just sitting here crying over a story and you're actually—"

You hushed him and shook your head. "No, none of that. Crying over the story is better than holding it in... besides, you're quite the unstable stray cat, aren't you?" He pouted but you couldn't really see it. "I love you, Satan. I don't want to lose you either." He peeked up at you, and you chuckled. "You're very dear to me. I was thinking about it a bit while I was staring into the dark void earlier."

"You don't have to say th-that, I know I'm pretty awful..." he mumbled, sniffling. "I really try to control my temper but it's not very good sometimes..."

You frowned at him. "Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. It's not your fault. Besides, you're not just wrath. There's more to you than that." His big emerald eyes were gleaming at you, mostly due to the tears. "You do your best to be kind and you're very knowledgeable, even if you can't get all the books possible..."

"I-I guess..." he muttered, curling up as he attempted to bury himself into you more. "I just... I dunno... I feel like I'm such an asshole. S-Sometimes I wanna make up with Lucifer but I still hate him a lot of the time... I just... I wanna be my own self."

"Your feelings are valid." You twirled some of his hair around your finger before letting it go, then doing it again. "I understand. Feelings are difficult, especially with family."

Huffing, Satan adjusted himself so he could see your face. "Don't you ever get mad at us for taking you away from home?"

Your face contorted a little as you thought about it. "Mm.. not really." You pulled him close, holding him more like a baby now. "There wasn't a lot for me at home. Why are you asking?"

"W-Well... you mentioned family." He gave you a small smile. "I'm glad you aren't mad, though."

"Of course I'm not. I love you." You kissed his head and nose. "Maybe we can try to sleep together, okay?"

"Mmhm."

#darlingqueue #comfort #satan x mc #mc x satan #mc #gn mc #satan #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! #obey me #omomtrta #omswd #om #fanfiction #fanfic #darlingficsbycinna #iwannawritelots

[jerzwriter]

Ok so asking for Casey and Tobias from the OTP asks

4,15,16,23,34,41 and 70

Tash! So sorry for the delay - I swore I answered this last night, but apparently not! :) Let's go! Sorry page break isn't working because - TUMBLR SUCKS.

4) Who is the meme lover?

I mean, if it is a quality meme, either will appreciate it, but neither is especially fond of, or anti, memes. Memes just... are.

15) Who is the nerd?

Of the two? Casey

16) Who knows the most obscure facts?

It's kind of a tie because they both know a lot of obscure facts about different things.

23) How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

Their first baby is a surprise, and Casey was quite frightened at first. But once she told Tobias, the two of them were elated. They decided to tell her parents, and his mom, right away. And they didn't do anything spectacular, they drove to Philly and DC to share the news, and seeing the two of them beaming with excitement was more special than any "announcement" could be. They weren't going to tell anyone else until the first trimester was over, but they agreed to each tell their best friend (Sienna and Ethan) as they were over-the-moon excited and also needed the support.

They made the announcement to all during a toast the couple made at their wedding reception. They taped envelopes with cute sonogram picture announcements under each chair. During the toast, they instructed the guests to open, and pandemonium broke out! :)

34) What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

This was answered here.

41) Can they do yoga couples’ poses?

Absolutely. And it helps with sex positions. :)

70) Who is their go-to couple for a double date?

For a while, they are the only bonafide couple so there isn't too much going on. Although they do get together with one of Tobias's best friends, Sasha, and her husband from time to time. Down the line, when Ethan meets his partner, that's their go-to.

#tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #oc asks #long post

[girlbattled]

hola m’angels , i’m min ! twenty-two ( aka gettin old ) , from the gmt timezone ( aka will be awake when everyone’s sleeping ) , and i use she/her mainly but i don’t mind anythin else . if anyone happens to wanna go wild with me over anime, robert pattinson / zoe kravitz as batcat, or riot games dropping way too much shit on us on the 10th anniversary pls hop into my ims or give me a little ping over on discord at 𝖓𝖔𝖊𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓#0252 .

* drum roll pls * i present to you sloane janeway !

underneath the cut is a little bit about my baby gorl. her bio, fun facts, some wanted stuff, etc etc. if you fancy plotting w her it’d be super cool if you liked this or if u came to me, either in my ims or discord ! i’m super down for anything & loan is a total mess so pls throw stuff at me . ♡ ♡ ♡

trigger warnings     :     abuse,  physical  abuse,  neglect,  destructive  behaviours,  alcohol,  drugs,  sex,  overdose.  if  i’ve  missed  any,  please  forgive  me  and  let  me  know.

the new york janeway’s, you’re sure you’ve heard of them before. cyrus janeway, a stockbroker with far too little time on his hands, flanked by estrella janeway, his personal assistant turned life partner. they gave birth not longer after the wedding of the century to their eldest son, their pride and joy, cole janeway. he was to be the golden child, the heir to the estate... that was, until sloane came along.

from birth, sloane was a vicious departure from her family. she was unplanned, unexpected, perhaps unwanted was a stretch but it certainly wouldn’t have been far off the mark. her birth nearly destroyed the reputation the janeway’s had so carefully cultivated for themselves, nobody could quite believe cyrus and estrella would be so stupid, but along she came regardless. a spanner in the cogs.

for the first few years, sloane didn’t feel the difference between herself and cole. whilst he kept his distance, which she had always assumed was because she was five years younger and a girl, she never believed there to be bad blood. she was dressed up in countless fancy dresses, her golden locks repeatedly brushed and subjected to numerous chemical treatments, and even her skin somewhat speckled with makeup even as a toddler. estrella always seemed like she was trying to make up for something. it didn’t take long for sloane to notice.

she began acting out at the age of six, when she realised acting the pretty and perfect princess did not get her what she wanted. when she was quiet, she was ignored, but when she was loud? at least the help scurried to her, at least her nanny cradled her in her arms, at least cole’s personal butler gave her a look full of love rather than scorn. it wasn’t long before she was hanging out in the kitchen rather than the dining hall, the quarters rather than her own room.

as she grew older, however, her acts grew. countless times her mother woke to find her dressing room trashed, her father’s hunting trophies ripped to shreds, her brother’s endless awards from school all in the garbage. they tried to discipline her, cyrus even hit sloane a few times, but all it did was make her angry. instilled a fire within her. when they locked her doors, she climbed out of the window. when they barred her windows, she broke the door into splinters. when they replaced the door, she ripped up the floorboards. sloane was a loose cannon. and things were only about to get worse.

for the most part, she’d kept her nuisances to the confines of her “home”, only wishing to get back at her parents for neglecting her for so long. only one night, when she was fourteen years old and had finished her latest act of malcontent, it was cole who chose to deal with her. he, as a nineteen year old male who’d grown a considerable amount of bulk as star of his college football team, proceeded to beat the shit out of her. 

turns out, the brother she thought had simply never been on her wavelength had never been on the same planet as her at all. he despised sloane. despised everything she was and stood for, and made sure she knew as she was spitting up blood on their pristine carpets. 

the next day, sloane strolled into school. no makeup. joint hanging from her lips. typical upper class attire replaced with torn jeans and a shirt far too inappropriate. when people asked her what had happened, she had simply replied, ‘ you should see the other guy. ’ and birthed a new persona.

sloane’s way of coping with what her brother had done to her, and what her family had allowed him to do, was to fall deep into the cesspits of teenagedom. drugs, sex, alcohol – she’d done it all by the age of eighteen. yet somehow, the part of sloane before, the part that was simply a bratty child with a short fuse, was gone. now she was a danger. she held a wicked grin and too many scrapes to count. she knew no bounds, understood no loyalties, screamed at the top of her lungs as if she were attending the world’s wildest rager. on top of it all, sloane was the maximum party girl. nobody cared what she was going home to, because all they cared about was where she’d be at 1am on a friday night. she became the family wild child. photos of her strewn over the papers. consistent beatings and beratings from the men in her family did nothing to drown out the buzz she received from the attention she’d craved her entire life. sloane was finally getting everything she ever wanted, why did it matter where it was coming from?

as a final resort, her family shipped her off to hollingsworth. here, away from the prying eyes and judgemental glares of the horrid new yorkers, sloane somewhat thrived. forced into economics by her shithead father, but enjoying every test she aced and spat in his face, she fell quickly into gamma rho alpha and, by the time she had finished her freshman year, she was well in line to be vice president. she was still a wreck, still doing anything she could for the attention and limelight she craved, still bouncing off the walls in an attempt to get her desired adrenaline rush, but what little responsibility she’d been given allowed her to finally form connections. friends, best friends, but anything more than that? things like love, compassion, altruism? she wasn’t even sure what those were.

♡     personality.

uncritical. if there’s anything sloane is, it’s uncritical. she’s never held judgement against anyone in her life, and would never hold judgement against anyone who came to her to admit a heinous or strange deed. she’s heard all sorts, from strange sexscapades to near deaths, and to each of them she often has the same reaction – a loud chortle, followed by disbelief and a desire to know way too many details.

venturesome. to try and stop the blonde from heading out on an adventure is a task mortals would find impossible. a true ‘yes girl’, sloane has never been one to say no to anything, and to never back out of something she said yes to, no matter how bizarre or dangerous the situation might become. she’s always first into the fray, first in line of all the girls to beat the burglar up with a hair straightener, first in line into the abandoned building, first to jump off the roof into the pool.

allegiant. whilst sloane’s loyalty is almost as rare as unicorn blood, it’s possible to receive it, and when you do it’s something you’ll never lose. she sticks by those who have managed to put up with her, unable to let them go even when they do her dirty. 

graceless. a. clumsy. bitch. if you’re expecting sloane’s etiquette lessons to have stuck with her, you’re very wrong. the girl trips over her own feet more times than she can count in a day, always has at least something broken, fractured, or sprained, and has certainly won the award in gamma rho alpha for ‘most freak accidents in a single day’.

chaotic. everything about sloane is a nightmare come to life. she drags people down, deep into the depths of places they never thought they’d be, wishes for them to destroy their lives like she’s destroyed hers. to say she loves to see the world burn would be an understatement. she loves starting and watching drama, getting into fights, smashing up homes and belongings, getting into relationships she shouldn’t be in. trying to stop is nigh impossible, the chaos is almost an addiction, and she’s not ready to give it up.

needy. despite it all, she’s still the same girl who was never loved. not truly, not by anyone, and perhaps somewhere deep down she still craves that. she’ll leave you on read for days but god forbid you do the same to her. she’ll have a one night stand and dip right after but never lets her flings leave her life without something to remember her by. she drunk calls the exes she let get away, tells them she loves them and calls them a pussy in the same sentence. no matter how much she tries, she can’t hide the part of her she thinks is ugliest at all, her desire for others.

♡     fun facts.

an avid skateboarder, she picked it up in an attempt to ruin the family image even further when she was fifteen but it stuck in a surprising way. she now tends to ride it over campus, and has broken at least three in her time here.

massive stoner. whilst sloane openly dabbles in most drugs, weed’s the one that’s stuck with her, and it’s the only thing that slows her down. she’s a much nicer person when she smokes and she tends to have a preference for indica over sativa.

fucking bosses her major. economics, despite all its complexities, is something sloane is just naturally adept at. she takes a picture of every grade she gets with her middle finger in front of it, posts it on facebook and tags her father. he blocked her over a year ago.

besides that tho she’s stupid af. a lot of people think she puts it on bc of her grades and bc . . . she does everything for kicks, but no, she’s just kinda ditzy. a lot of people also think she’s just a straight up cheater and hasn’t gotten her grades herself.

nicknames are loan or jane, jane’s reserved for those she’s closest to tho!

♡     wanteds.

fellow  sorority  sisters     0/?     ⟶     self-explanatory! positive, negative, etc etc etc. i wanna plot w all her gals so bad lmao. besties, literal sisters, clothes sharers, secret smokers, party gals, enemies, girls who’ve slept w each other’s exes, all of it bABY.

economics  pal     0/1     ⟶     i’m thinking this person goes to sloane for help with everything and sloane pretty much does all their work for them. she doesn’t care bc it’s easy, and the other person blesses her and thanks her all the time. it’s a quiet agreement, so whilst it’s no secret bc sloane hates keeping them, it’s def hush hush. this person is one of the few who actually believes sloane’s as smart as they say. can also be a business student or smthn with similar classes!

super  soft  bestie     0/1     ⟶     ok so this is male only for a dumb reason i’m rly sorry. i had this plot before where my old muse sloane’s based off had a really sweet, selfless soft pal who was a dude, but they’d never slept together, she’d never even flirted somehow, and he was the one person in sloane’s life who always had her best interests at heart, and she defended him tooth and nail against anybody. the most unlikely duo ever and i want it back. she knew he never wanted anything else from her and that’s why it was so easy for her to attach, but bc this other person deals well with affection and is very reassuring, she never feels needy around them.

people  she  skates  with     0/2     ⟶     people she met down the skatepark or at a typical hangout before meeting them at hollingsworth. when she’s with them she’s pretty chill, though they’ve def been responsible for saving her ass and driving her to the ER a few times.

people  she  smokes  with     1/3     ⟶     oh shit whaddup stoner gang? lmao sorry anyway, yeah, again self-explanatory but! a lil more interesting because sloane’s very different when she’s stoned. she’s calmer, talks slower, and lets people get a word in and doesn’t try and get everyone involved w her hare brained schemes. these people probably actually enjoy her company! how wild?

new  yorkers     0/?     ⟶     sloane’s underwear has been plastered on the front page of most nyc tabloids and she’s the daughter of two massives in the industry, new york natives will know her somewhat. they can use that against her, they can empathize, or we can concoct some real dramatic shit. people who helped her fuck someone up, and now theyre keeping it quiet? someone she slept with who’s come to hollingsworth with their girlfriend/boyfriend? an addict she started on pills? yikes, lots of opportunity tho.

exes     0/2     ⟶     whew boy. we all know by now sloane’s a hot mess, right gang? so let’s see some people she’s messed up in the past. tOTALLY open to more exes and the more crazy the plot u bring me, the better. i lov angst just like anyone else does.

the  one  she  didn’t  ruin     1/1     ⟶     the one person in her life sloane walked away from without destroying, aka, the one she let get away because she realised she was going to harm someone she severely card about. she would’ve ended things with this person rather than pushing their buttons, would’ve been faithful and honest in their relationship, but dipped bc she’d let herself get involved too fast, too soon. definitely a name she’s forbidden her friends from bringing up.

lifeline     1/1     ⟶     let’s be real for a second about drug use, you can do it responsibly, but when you don’t, you can get in some serious fucking trouble. this person has always been there to stop sloane from od’ing. she only does hard drugs at ragers, so her risk is a bit lower than expected, but when she does them she does them. she’s a serious risk, and for some reason this gentle soul has taken it upon themselves to get her stomach pumped, take her home, clean her up, and give her a warm bed to stay in. they don’t speak much away from these nights where she has this vulnerability (she’s definitely mumbled things about her past to them), but that could very well change.

#𝙴𝚇𝙴. 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟶 ⟶ david dobrik’s t-shirt supplier. ⎠ out of character. #hi ! so sorry this isn't in pages i didn't quite have the time but !!! baby gorl #there's a lot here i apologise #hworths:intro #might not show up bc i had to make a brand new blog booooo