#i realize now that this is not what pip really looks like

[short-honey-badger]

Older Men

Pairing! Crocodile x Reader

Warnings! Drinking

Crocodile realizes that you need someone older to take care of you, not the boys that you seem to want.

Masterlist

You fast walk through the tall tents of Buggy Town, arms wrapped tight around yourself and head ducked low so that no one else could see the tears streaming down your face. You'd been rejected again, by the third man in less than three weeks. All you wanted was a little companionship, someone to hold you close at night. To kiss you good morning when you woke up. Was that so wrong to want from someone your own age?

You don't notice how close you've gotten to Crocodile's side of the town until you physically bump into the man himself. You grunt when you lose your balance, and you brace for a fall that never happens. Instead, you feel warm sand supporting your back and upper arms, gently setting you back on your feet, and dangerously close to the ex warlord.

“Pretty things like you should watch where they are going,” Crocodile grouches lowly, and you look up at him through wet lashes.

“Sorry, sir. I'll be more careful,” you murmur, and fresh tears spout up at the reprimand. Now look at what you've done. Gone and pissed off one of the leaders of the Cross Guild.

Crocodile looks down at you, looking rather unimpressed with the thick cigar clenched between his teeth. He recognizes you and has seen your walk of shame back to his side of town each time your little date didn't go as planned. He didn't understand why you would want to waste your time on pip squeaks like them when he has been here this whole time.

The devil fruit user comes to the conclusion quickly and spins on his heel, “Come with me.”

You blink at his retreating back and jump to follow after him when he glances over his shoulder with an expectant look. You follow him to the edge of the town, and he steps to the side to allow you inside his personal tent first. You're just a little nervous being in here. You've known Crocodile for a while, after all.

He breezes past you, stopping at his desk to pour two glasses of dark liquor. He pushes one glass to the edge, an obvious offer that you are hesitant to accept. However, it's never a wise choice to not accept anything that the towering man offered.

The liquor burns as it goes down, but you find yourself relaxing because of it. You watch as Crocodile hums in satisfaction and sits back in his chair, mouth going a bit dry at the way he spreads his legs and rests his dangerous hook on his thigh.

“Why do you bother with those boys?”

You jump at the unexpected timbre and whip around to give him a look of confusion. He scowls at you, rolling his purple eyes skyward.

“Don't play ignorant. I've watched you each time you come crying back home. Why do you keep trying with them?”

You sink into yourself a little. You don't understand why it matters to Crocodile, but you couldn't not answer your boss.

“I um. I should be with someone my own age, right?” You say carefully. You've never really thought too much about the why of it.

“ku- ha ha, Who told you that?” He demands and his voice drips with condescension, clearly thinking you an idiot. You blush and embarrassed tears well up.

“No one? I just thought that's how it's supposed to go.”

Crocodile lets out a soft hmm, and then sets his now empty glass away. He eyes you, looking all cute and pathetic.

“Come here, Doll,” he murmurs and pats his lap, “Those boys out there will never know how to treat a beautiful woman. You need someone to take charge, someone who knows what they're doing. Someone a little older.”

Your face feels like it's on fire, but you can't help but hang on to every word that the gator says, his tone soft and beckoning. You step closer, clearly nervous, but Crocodile makes your decision for you when the ground under your feet becomes less stable and you fall forward, catching yourself on his broad shoulders.

Crocodile rumbles another laugh and tugs you into his lap properly, tucking you close to his chest. His hand finds your face, and the ex warlord is gentle in the way that he wipes your spilled tears away. His eyes soften, and you look on in wonder as he leans in and presses his lips to the top of your head.

“You've got me now, _, so don't think for a second that I'll send you away.”

#one piece #fanfic #reader insert #fluff #crocodile x you #crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #crocodile #sir crocodile #cross guild #fanfic writing #writing promt

[yubnubforhire]

I’ve seen a lot of people decry criticism of the rwrb movie as simply either homophobic or anti-cringe, with the statement ‘let queer people have our cringe rom-coms’ a common defense. This idea is flawed for many reasons, not least of which being that this movie is like… barely queer. Sure it’s about a queer couple, but that’s about where it stops.

First off there’s the blatant bi erasure, with no discussion of Nora’s sexuality, no June/Nora/Pez, the word bisexual only being used once or twice in the whole movie, etc. Second off is the complete lack of queer education or community: where is Alex learning about the gay lib movement and feeling like he understands something new, deep within himself? Where is Henry talking about his role amongst the erased queer figures of the past? Where are the crowds supporting both of them, in the US and the UK? (the scene at buckingham where you don’t even see the crowd felt so cheap) Where was Amy’s role as queer elder and protector? Where was Luna, and Alex’s realization as to why he looked up to him so much and why his betrayal hurt so bad? Where was Alex realizing he and Liam had actually ‘had a thing’ when they were younger, and reconnecting with him as someone who can fully be himself? Where was all the support when they got outed? Where the fuck was Catherine? Where were Bea and Catherine fighting for them during the confrontation at buckingham? Movie!firstprince feel so isolated and without community, which is just SO not the world CMQ created in the book.

More broadly, the movie just felt so shallow. I completely understand the need for adaptation and translation to a new medium, but so many of the things they changed either lower the stakes or remove them entirely. Bea is a non-character, with no depth or backstory. Nora only exists to tell Alex to fuck Henry. Pez gets all of one line in the entire movie. June does not exist, which should completely change things because Alex does not act like the only/eldest child of the POTUS. We never really see the emails and a lot of them are adapted to onscreen dialogue, so what exactly was leaked? Why are they called the Waterloo letters? No one watching the movie alone will know. Who leaked them? I figure the movie implies it was Miguel, but then why have Richards be a character at all? CMQ was making a point with the Richards/Luna story, and the movie having a new side character as the “villain” is just… so disappointing. We don’t see any of the scenes of Henry acknowledging how fucked up the monarchy is (other than a few throwaway jokes), the comparison to the Empire, any of the Bea storyline, or him trying to avoid military service and renounce his royal inheritance, so the one line towards the end when movie!Henry has an outburst about the monarchy being antiquated is just completely unearned and comes out of nowhere.

They kept the line where Oscar tells Alex that ‘sometimes you just have to jump and hope it’s not a cliff’ but it’s now completely devoid of the context— that line is about Oscar telling Alex he doesn’t regret getting together with Ellen, no matter how it ended. It doesn’t work the same if Oscar and Ellen are still happily married! (Justice for Leo also tbh)

In the confrontation at Buckingham, the king (don’t get me started on the things they changed to avoid comparisons to queen liz) still suggests to Henry that they should claim the leaks are deepfakes and deny it, but Alex already gave the live televised speech in the movie timeline! It’s out already! The entire scene with the king honestly just does not work if Alex has already made the speech. Also side note, there’s absolutely no way in turbohell that Alex would make that speech without talking to Henry first.

There’s so much more I could talk about, from more script shenanigans to the Pip of it all, but this is honestly already way too long. All I want to say now is that it’s obviously everyone’s prerogative to like a movie or not, and nothing anyone else says should change the way you personally feel about a piece of art. That does not mean, however, that any criticism of said art is incorrect or unwarranted. You can like something and still acknowledge its flaws. And no, cringiness is not this movie’s main flaw.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #don’t like don’t read #seriously! #you’re entitled to love this movie and watch it dozens of times #but it’s not immune from criticism #I really wanted to love this movie #but there are just some books that do not and will never work as movies #everything was so rushed #on top of everything else #there was no space to breathe and fall for these characters #rwrb #red white and royal blue movie #rwrb spoilers

[ticklystuff]

Your #1 Fan

summary: “do you know rex lapis? bet you don’t”

wc: ~1k

a/n: hbd zhongli!

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Who.. was this?

Well, no, not exactly "who". The face was quite recognizable, in fact. Rather, the question he should be posing to himself was not "who?" but "what was this?"

"Have we seen this one before, Xiansheng?"

"No, I don't believe so."

Zhongli took a step back, allowing himself a better view of the unfamiliar figure. The statue was unlike the others littered about Liyue, forgoing the signature look of the seated throne for a more imposing stance, an image that Zhongli wished to distance himself from now that he had entered a new quieter stage of his life. Still, despite the glaring differences, he could not deny the feat of such impressive craftsmanship, the efforts illuding any passerby into mistaking the statue was indeed levitating on its very own.

"Aren't you able to resonate with the statue in some way?" Childe pipped up, his voice just as curious as Zhongli's.

Zhongli shook his head. "It seems I am unable to detect any elemental energy, even faint traces. Perhaps what we are observing is just the work of a.. fanatic. The biggest fanatic I've seen in all my years."

The scoff that left Childe's mouth was when Zhongli realized his mistake. "Really?! A bigger Rex Lapis enthusiast than me?!" Childe crossed his arms with an upturned nose in over-the-top fashion. "Xiansheng, please don't even suggest that someone like this could possibly exist."

Here we go.

"I believe I misspoke-"

"Yeah, you did," Childe interrupted with a wag of his finger, smugly tilting his head. "Did this supposed fanatic ever get the chance to spend time with the Rex Lapis himself on his birthday? I don't think so."

"You may have a point," Zhongli nodded, an exasperated yet amused sigh slipping past his lips, choosing to let Childe go on his little tirade. He would be lying if he said he didn't find these spontaneous outbursts at least somewhat entertaining.

"Of course I have a point," Childe responded matter-of-factly, continuing without pause. "And does this fanatic know all about Rex Lapis' daily habits? Or his favorite spots to take a stroll? How about his go-to meal for when he's feeling down?

"No, if I were to hazard a guess."

"Precisely!" A familiar competitive spark gleamed in his eyes as Childe spoke. "And besides, another thing I wanted to point out-!"

The unexpected push of Childe's arm around Zhongli's shoulder was nearly enough to make Zhongli collapse, but he managed to catch himself as Childe ushered them forward, allowing the two a better view of the statue itself.

"Though from a glance, the statue seems to be well crafted, further inspection would prove otherwise!"

Zhongli tilted his head as he played along, attempting to follow along with Childe's critique, but no, the statue looked quite like him. "The statue is a striking image of Rex Lapis himself, no? Care to elaborate?"

"Well, if you insist Xiansheng," Childe nodded, confident smirk on display as he pointed to the statue's midsection. "Take a look at his midsection. It looks a bit off, doesn't it?"

Save for the obvious difference in clothing choices, or lack thereof, that Zhongli wouldn't dare to wear in the current era, nothing about the statue's chest struck him as out of the ordinary. Zhongli took many glances, instinctively looking between his own midsection and that of the statue, but he still couldn't quite follow along. 

"See the difference?"

"I think you're going to have to explain this one for me," Zhongli said with the shake of his head, looking at Childe expectantly.

"Fine, fine," came the sigh from Childe's mouth, directing Zhongli's attention back to the bare chest of the statue. "His waist, see? It's not the same."

"I still don't understand what you mean?" Zhongli put his hand to his chin, perplexed by what exactly Childe was trying to point out. "It seems like a normal chest- hrrk!!" The unexpected sensations of something wrapping around his waist caused his voice to cut out, sending a tingle down his spine.

It took a moment for his brain to register that those were indeed Childe's hands clinging to his waist.

"Well, you see, Xiansheng," Childe spoke as if nothing had occurred, while Zhongli fidgeted in his grasp, "it's really obvious to me how much they managed to mess up the proportions. For example, the statue's waist-"

"Haa-aHH!" The sudden squeeze around his waist was enough to solicit the unsightliest of sounds, prompting Zhongli to cover his mouth, squirming like putty in Childe's hands.

"-is much bigger than the actual thing in real life," Childe continued, seemingly unfazed by the giggles that accompanied the way his fingers incessantly dug into Zhongli's midsection. "Notice how my fingertips are nearly touching? An actual enthusiast wouldn't forget about the real Rex Lapis' tiny waist!"

"A-Ahahaha! AjahaHAHAhax! Wah-! Stahahap!" Hearing himself being described in such a manner certainly didn't help things, flustering his face with crimson while Childe kneaded along the "tiny" waist, the heat rushing to his brain and morphing his words into discrepant babble.

"Oh, and another thing?" Zhongli couldn't help but yelp at the feeling of fingers now skittering up his right side, nearly reaching the crook of his underarm. "They're missing my favorite spot— the little mole right here!" How Childe was able to pinpoint such a flaw at a distance was beyond Zhongli's understanding, not that he had much of a chance to ponder due to all the attention Childe was giving to his "favorite spot".

"EhehehAHAHAhaha!"

"But do you want to know something that only a real enthusiast would know?" Childe mused, his voice laced with mischief as he rested his chin on Zhongli's shoulder, allowing the other to throw his head back in laughter. "Only a real fan would know just how ticklish the real Rex Lapis is."

"Okay, okahahahay! I gehehet ihihit!" His hands slapped at the ones that exploited his various sweetspots, ensuring that Zhongli wouldn't escape the current predicament as anything but a giggly mess. Once Childe took mercy and released his hands, Zhongli quickly backed away, doing his best to shoot the other a stern glare, yet the smile he wore from the lingering phantom giggles betrayed him.

"Was all that.. really necessary?"

Childe smiled, an innocent one he didn't deserve. "I just wanted to make sure you know that I'm the biggest Rex Lapis fan out there."

#chili #childe #zhongli #genshin impact #tickling

[mandy-asimp]

Sensitive baby

pairings: larissa weems x deer!hybrid!reader

warnings: fluff, crying, overwhelmed reader, kissing, i think that’s really it?

You had just started working there. It had only been the first semester. Almost the end. You had made strong connections to the other staff members and the kids.

It was your study hall and advance botany class. They were back to back, which made them your strongest class.

“So!” Enid pipped up from the silence. Catching your attention. “Do your antlers….do they hurt?”

You shook your head. “I was a witches baby. My moms, they had saved a coven and was gifted with me. They’re like your claws. They don’t hurt, they’re just there.” You explained to them. “You’re free to come touch them.” You weren’t surprised when the whole class crowded you and lightly touched them.

You were doing your best to not move. The slightest touch would always make you squirm. You were a sensitive hybrid.

After a breif minute, they all were back in their seats. “So, like your ears as well?” Bianca had raised the question.

“They function like a deer’s when I need them to, but I usually try to avoid how much noise is in this building. Its why I keep my door closed and take you outside a lot. Its quieter for me.” You went back to working on papers.

You were put in charge for planning the Raven dance this year. It was how you wanted to put yourself into the school. You had the plans scattered on your desk.

“Did you pick the theme yet?” Yoko pried, noticing the plans on your desk.

“I have, they just have to get approved by Weems. Which should be happening after this.” You glance at the clock. “And no, none of you get to know early.”

You got groans in response and you could only laugh. Shrugging your shoulders and focusing. You kept silent until the bell. Confused when none of your students got up.

“The bell rang?” You looked at them all. And even they were confused. “Did you guys not hear it?”

“No? There was no bell?” Bianca narrowed her eyes, pulling her brows together.

You were stumped now, but dismissed them anyways when you heard other kids in the hall.

“I guess I can mention it to Weems, maybe my speaker is just out? But go have fun! Enjoy the weekend, the theme should be out tonight before midnight, or maybe at midnight, maybe not at all!” You joked gaining eye rolls. “Whatever! That’s was funny!”

You were eventually alone in your class room. Finishing up your papers before leaving. Jumping at the soft knock on your door.

Your eyes first went to the shoes, surprised when you didn’t see any. Slowly your eyes trailed up, meeting the blue ones that make you feel so fragile. She took her heels off to avoid making noise for you?

“You snuck up on me?” You meant to have a joking humor in your question, but it wasn’t present at all. “I thought I was coming to you for the meeting?”

She walked further in, swaying her hips in her steps, but then you realized. She was just swaying. Was she drunk?

She didn’t say much, just came and stood behind you. Her hands resting on your shoulders first. Then sneaking up into your hair. You wanted to stop her but you were frozen in confusion.

You’d never had someone just silently touch you like this. And what was more confusing is you were enjoying the attention.

You were raised to never be so greedy but in the moment you wanted all of her attention only on you. Only on you. What did that even mean to you?

Did you want to stare her in those deep blue eyes that pierce straight through you and see your darkest secret? Or was it more so like you wanted to lay on her while she caressed your antlers till you were out cold? Would her touch on them feel different? Would you not squirm like you would with anyone else? Or would you? Maybe have a shiver or two run all through you? But you couldn’t pin point it. You wanted to, badly. To know what you wanted without being greedy. She wasn’t yours and you knew that. Did you want her to be? Want her to only be with you? Leave the school over breaks and never let go of her, was it an option? How sudden you wished it to be an option. Your mind was swarming with her.

Humming in content when her fingers brushed against your ears. Massaging the ends just a bit. This was new. No one had ever done this for you. Not even your own mothers.

"Larissa..." her name fell from your lips simply. Almost as if it was meant to be there. Almost as if this was supposed to be your life together.

"You've been working so hard, sweet doe." She broke her silence. Making you feel warm with her nickname. "Have you taken a break? Winter break is starting so soon. You deserve it. All the hard work you've put into the planning, and I know it'll turn out so well. Your work is always so perfect. I never have to worry about you. Your mothers should be so proud of the brilliant woman you've made of yourself. I'm proud of you sweet doe." Her words pulled at your heart. Nobody's every really voiced how proud they are.

Your mother's did very little, but they showed it in ways you could only notice. But you always wished they would just say it. And Larissa, she was here, she was saying it. Your heart was being squeezed with happiness. Someone was appreciating the hard work you do. It made you feel noticed. Made you feel wanted.

A stupid smile took over your face, "Thank you, Larissa." You whispered. "I did finish the plans! Do you want to see?"

When she hummed in agreement, you swear you became high off of serotonin. She listened to you go on and on. Talking over everything you had planned.

"And for the Dj-,"

"You're very pretty, do you know that?" She cut you off. Putting you in headlights now.

You felt the heat on your cheeks. "W..What?"

She walked around to the front of your desk. Staring directly through you. She had the look of she knew every tiny detail about you. "You're such a unique person. Truly you are. I've never met anyone who is as sweet and kind at your age. And you're one of a kind, sweet doe. We're so lucky to have you here."

Emotions were overflowing from you, and before you knew it, a few tear had escaped your eyes. You didn't understand this. Why was she saying all these nice things about you for doing your job? Yes, you worked harder than most, but that's because you wanted to prove that you could do more than anyone who got the chance to go here as a kid. That you weren't just some witchcraft made up. That you were more.

Larissa cupped you face, wiping your tears away with her thumbs. "Don't cry, sweet doe. You deserve these words. You do so much and I don't want you to think you're not important here." She got closer and rested her forehead against yours. "You are wanted."

That's when you smelt that expensive wine you had bought her for the birthday party you threw together for her. Inviting all the staff and students. You had said, she deserves some loving for as much as she gives this school.

You were unsure now. Did she mean these words? Or was she truly just drunk? you hardly knew anything about being drunk though, so it was hard for you. It only added to the flow of tears. Making it a full cry now.

You broke from her hands and started to rush outside of the school. You felt trapped. You needed to be in the woods. You had been through them almost daily since you arrived at Nevermore.

You learned about the monster that reeked havoc on the town. But you couldn't care less now. He was gone and the woods were silent. So silent. The woods accepted you with open arms.

You believed they directed you to the deer spot. Where you found a herd of deer. And they were maybe some of the nicest deer you ever met.

You broke into the open space in the woods. Falling to the ground and just crying. You truly were away from Larissa, not that you wanted to be, but you just needed to be. You laid on your back, staring up into the sky.

All you wanted to do was catch your breath and just breathe.

Then the sun was blocked. A deer you’ve become familiar with was looking down at you. You jumped extremely hard. But while laughing, your hands almost on instinct reached up to her and just carefully held her face.

An unspoken conversation went on. From a far it looked like you were some nature princess. Talking to animals in the forest? How classic of you.

She had suddenly pulled her head away. You sitting up at the same time. There was someone coming near.

She made her escape but you weren’t as fast. So you scrambled back trying to find anything to hide behind.

Having antlers wasn’t helping.

The sounds of branches snapping got closer and louder. Where was there for you to go? You began to feel cornered (well…you kinda were).

Was this really how you were going to go? Was the monster from the previous year back? Was someone about to come out with a shotgun? You had no cover story for the antlers. No camera to say its an art project.

Quickly, your thoughts silenced at the sight of that statuesque woman who you called your boss.

A new wave of tears hit your eyes. Falling before you could even comprehend anything. Yet, before you knew it, Larissa was hugging you and stroking your hair.

Shushing your heavy sobs of fear. She held you so tight you thought she might never let go, and honestly, you didn’t want her to.

You tried to normalize your breathing, failing miserably on you own.

“It’s ok sweet doe, you’re safe here.” Larissa’s sweet voice hit your ears. Her hand finally touched your antlers.

You were right earlier. It did feel different. Yes, it still tingled, but it was soothing. It calmed your breathing almost instantly. And once she started stroking them, you felt so tired. Ready to fall asleep in her arms.

What would she say if you did? Would she Carly you all the way back and let you sleep in her bed? Or carry you to your room and leave you and act like this day never happened.

“Talk to me, sweet doe, why’d you run?” She knelt down with you in her arms. Her back against a tall tree.

You snuggled up into her lap, cautious about your antlers. “Nobody’s ever said such things to me. Never showed me that kind of attention. And I don’t want to be greedy and selfish because I know you have so much more to do with your time and yet, all I want is your time. I don’t understand the feelings right now, I mean I’ve been shelter for my entire life, but I just wanted your attention only on me.” You confessed. Still not understanding the emotions and feelings.

“Sweet doe, it’s called having a crush. You like me in ways that you don’t think of everyone else.” She answered you. Trying not to laugh at how oblivious you were to your own feelings.

You frowned, “well of course I like you. You’re an incredibly talented person and an amazing boss. So I don’t get it.”

Larissa grabbed your chin, making you look at her. “Yes but, it’s more like a wanting. Like would you let me kiss you right now?”

You were frozen. A kiss? “I…but what if it ruins everything? Also you were drinking, what if you’re still drunk? Isn’t it like a thing not to do things while drunk?”

“Baby, it takes more than a tiny glass of wine to get me drunk.” She kissed you nose after her words. “So can I kiss you? Because y/n I like you just as much and maybe more and want to treat you well.”

You smiled, everything was possible. You brought your lips to hers instead, placing an inexperienced kiss to her lips. It made your stomach tingle.

And once she started taking control, you really felt something new. It was delicate at first, but soon Larissa was deepening it.

You broke away first. “Can we….take it slow? I’ve never done nothing like this and don’t know what’s happening.”

“Absolutely sweet doe. Tonight, can I take you out to dinner?” She asked with hopes in her eyes.

“I would love that,” you softly smiled. Placing a softer kiss to her cheek.

You felt at ease now, all your rushing thoughts and feelings seemed to disappear with this woman’s presence. You felt at home now.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? #that is mother

[madhattersez]

I finally got my hands on something I've been looking for (for a reasonable price) since I was just a lowly little level 12 hornball - A "Marvel Swimsuit Special!"

This is the second issue in the series (though the third book of its kind), and it was released in 1993 when... times were different.

The coolest thing about them (other than the totally radical '90s hunkeroos and baberinos in general) is the amount of really talented artists that submitted pieces - So many industry-leading folks putting their spin on the self-aware, low-brow, tongue-in-cheek project.

This first image was by Joe Jusko, a super popular cover artist at the time. I remember his Conan covers the most.

I'll eventually scan the whole thing in high quality, but for now, I'll take some preview pics to show you some of my favorite and/or goofiest pages:

Here is Domino, looking like we might need to race her to a Dermatology appointment. She's apparently tacky enough to wear a swimsuit with a domino print on it.

And check out Cable in the back - Sun's out, cyberbun out! He's ready to catch some waves on a totally-worth-the-money-and-production-time rocket-powered machine gun surfboard.

I really appreciate this artist's commitment to all the "Liefeld pouches" here. I hope they're waterproof, or all those Tic Tacs inside 'em are gonna get ruined. :(

Penciling by Chris Batista, ink by Hector Collazo, coloring by Mark McNaab.

Let's kick off the "after the jump" part properly with this glorious image of Pip. Because this is certainly what people bought this book for.

It just so happens that this fuzzy little asshole narrates the entire issue, so he's to blame for the inherently sexist captions on all the pictures.

Jesus Christ, he's got two big toes on each foot.

Pencilking by Darick Robertson, ink by Andrew Pepoy, coloring by Tom Smith.

I love me some Cloak and Dagger.

Tandy looks as gorgeous as ever. Surely she owns stock in boobie tape by now.

Tyrone, however, is getting so much sand stuck to him right now... I don't think he digs being used as a beach blanket. I'm... not even sure he's ever had to wash his cloak before today! Yikes. He's all like:

Penciling by Joe Madureira, ink by Terry Austin, and coloring by Gregory Wright.

I can't stop laughing at how much Thunderstrike looks exactly like the Genetic Freak, Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner in this picture:

The work is entirely by Lou Harrison. It may not surprise you to learn he's also a Fantasy artist.

I've always had a thing for Silver Sable, and this page is just fantastic.

That being said, my favorite part is Sandman sitting there, looking like a dope, shaped like a sand castle. Which, while it seems silly, was probably the most challenging and detailed thing I've ever seen him do with his powers. Worth it for the shot, I suppose!

Line work and ink by Steven Butler, a favorite of mine. He did penciling for the "Silver Sable and the Wild Pack" series (which got me attached), but he's also known for designing the Scarlet Spider suit. Coloring by Gregory Wright.

If you thought I wasn't going to Morb out on this post, you were undead wrong.

Just look at that ridiculous batpackage. Also... Is he really serving a cape over a leather jacket, but with absolutely no pants? Damn, dude.

Penciling by Gary Barker, ink by Jimmy Palmiotti, coloring by Tom Smith.

I can spot Adam Hughes' work a mile away, wow. I guess I didn't realize he was doing work for Marvel this far back.

A fierce-as-ever, short-haired Natasha who looks like she got slammed so hard against a rocky wall that it cracked, got up, emptied out the rest of her clip, and still had enough time and energy to pose during a reload.

Black Widow, bay-bayyy. ♫

Oh my god, Ghost Rider is just so naughty. Wearing nothing but his birthday bones.

This scene just looks like it smells awful.

Artwork by Tristan Shane.

Shulkie in a metal bikini (function over fashion?), bursting out of the lava from an active volcano. You wanna talk "hot tub?" Sure, this gets a feature.

Penciling and ink by cover artist Steve Geiger, coloring by Paul... Mounts.

Deezamn, Bishop. Never seen guy looking so buff before.

Instead of just Bishop, this looks like Hank McCoy and Bishop had a child together. Does he have any other mode than "arm vein p-pop?"

Penciling by Dwayne Turner, ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright.

Ah, one of the more famous '90s Psylocke images that wasn't done by Jim Lee.

This centerfold was used in lots of comic store ads for several years after this issue came out. I remember seeing posters in the shops themselves. Trading cards of this picture are one of the most costly to collect.

It's beautiful, and the colors/lighting/shading are all fantastic.

Penciling and ink by the wonderful Art Thibert, creator of the Raft max security prison and inker of some of the most iconic X-title covers.

Coloring by Paul Mounts, who did the coloring in hundreds and hundreds of just Marvel comics alone - I didn't mention that earlier because I was snickering at his name earlier in the She-Hulk feature. My bad.

Well, this wouldn't be Tumblr without a cat picture, yeah? Or a catgirl picture, I suppose.

This is the most adorable scene in the book. Just Tigra innocently taking a cuddle nap with some... um... wow, I don't know what the fuck those things are. Snuggle up anyway!

Penciling and ink by Amanda Conner, coloring by Gregory Wright.

Huh. Of all the characters in this book, I really didn't expect to see Dr. Cooper... Either which way, the swimsuit under the detective get-up is pretty choice, honestly.

This is, of course, another Adam Hughes line art joint. Ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright (who did a lot of these, huh?).

What's this? A parody ad that you'd more expect to see in an issue of "What The--?!" that only '80s kids will understand? Yup, totally.

This was in the back of the book and doesn't fit the theme at all, but it gets a mention because of the weird inclusion and also to stall time until I had the final image ready, because I needed time to prepare...

THIS.

This is the one.

How could I not end this little "show and tell" without this beauty right here?

Here, we have remorseless killer Frank Castle flexing his best end-of-catwalk pose in front of a... wrestling match between a bunch of lady demon dinosaurs battling... for his affection? To tip him American cash? Or maybe all those hearts come from their love of beating each other up? I'm not here to judge.

And then there's a sign for 75 cent hotdogs, but it's been covered with another sign for... $20 tooth brushes? What in the shit is going on here?

There is one thing I do know, though. The artist wants you to think that The Punisher has at least $2.75 worth of hotdog under that massive crotch skull.

#marvel swimsuit special #marvel comics #marvel #rare comics #rare #swimwear #comic book art #rogue #cable #cloak & dagger #she hulk #the punisher #tigra #psylocke #ghost rider #bishop #black widow #morbius #silver sable #big poppa pump

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hi! How are you? I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask for a..

Pippin x GN reader, (Or fem reader if you are ok with that)

Ideas; pippin helping reader when reader gets really stressed when reader has to cook (not by cutting things but when a pan with water needs to boil.)

Or that pippin catches reader dancing by herself and reader is very embarrased

Or pippin going on a picnick with reader and bees come hang around as well, but reader is afraid of bees.

Or if you have any ideas you can write them 😅I am just very happy with any story haha.

Have a nice day and sorry this ask is very long to read.😅

(ah thank you so much! I love all those ideas, I'm just gonna pick one for now but I might end up doing the others in future - I'll see :) hope you enjoy!)

May I have this dance? (Pippin x gn!human!reader)

It had been such a relief for Pippin, returning to the Shire, the ring now gone, and with you now by his side. You may have been a human and not normally invited into the Shire, but he loved you miles more than he hated the glares from other hobbits. He had wholehearted approval from Merry, so who else's opinion did he really need?

Speaking of Merry, Pippin had just been out with him and Sam - one the first times that they'd been able to spend time with one another without any kind of looming threat - while you insisted on staying at home to prepare dinner and bake if you got a spare moment. The afternoon had been wonderful, but he couldn't wait to return and have you all to himself for the evening.

The second he opened the front door - to the hobbit hole he now shared with you, he reminded himself giddily - a grin crossed Pippin's face, hearing the gentle sound of your humming echoing through the hall. He always enjoyed hearing the songs you knew, and he also realized that it meant you wouldn't have heard him come in just yet...

Slowly padding over to the kitchen, he peeked round the doorway to find you with a mixing bowl in front of you, swaying your hips to the tune you were half-humming, half-singing. Pippin's smile grew as he leaned on the doorway and watched. You continued baking... whatever it was you were making, he was too distracted to tell, and your singing grew louder, and your dancing became more enthusiastic, and you spun around and-

"Pip!" You exclaimed. "You scared me!" You laughed nervously, a blush dusting your cheeks, as you moved forward to kiss him. "I didn't realize you'd be back so soon."

"Hard not to come back when it's you waiting for me," he said with a grin, noticing the air of embarrassment you held since being caught. You smiled at him before returning to your baking, noticeably quieter than he would've liked.

"Why's the show stopped, sunshine? I was enjoying it."

Your blush grew darker at the question and you glanced back at him. "Why, how long were you watching?"

"Not nearly as long as I wanted to." He took your hand and leant against the counter. "Keep going?" he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You shifted on your feet. "I don't know, I don't normally dance in front of people..."

Pippin thought for a second, then seemed to leap up and grabbed both of your hands. "Maybe if it's both of us..?" At the slightly skeptical look on your face, he bowed exaggeratedly and looked up at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "May I have this dance, my love?"

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, then curtsied exaggeratedly in return. "I'd be honored."

He pulled you into the middle of the room and started singing the same song you were humming earlier, then you joined in and started swaying with him - Pippin always did make it feel easier to let loose. His enthusiasm was contagious, and soon you were spinning around the room, the sound of your singing interrupted by the both of you laughing. When the song (regrettably, Pippin thought) came to an end, you let out a sigh and smiled.

"That was... actually really nice."

"What can I say?" He grinned. "I have the best ideas."

And the next time he caught you dancing in the kitchen, sunlight shining through the window and making you glow, you smiled and offered your hand. Pippin was convinced he'd somehow found an angel.

#lotr #lotr x reader #lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #pippin took #peregrin took #pippin x reader #pippin x y/n #pippin lotr #pippin x you #lotr x y/n #lotr x you

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Hi! Can I please request headcanons for Seras being friends and having a crush on reader who's been working at Hellsing before she came and is also an extremely skilled vampire hunter? Thank you and have a good day!

Alright! It's been a little while since I wrote Helling stuff. Still not sure how to write Seras, I'm still trying to figure out my style for her so it's nice getting to write for her more. Hope you enjoy it!

It's not uncommon to meet vampire hunters in the Hellsing manner of course but most of them don't plan to get close to others

It was no different when Seras arrived, sure not everyone was mean but it was clear no one planned to make friends with her and honestly with how much her life had changed it was almost a good thing

But then came meeting you and it felt like everything had changed

At first her feelings were purely admiration, as a skilled vampire hunter of course she would look up to you

Seras, like the almost lost puppy she is, wants to learn from you

she wants to tag along on all your jobs and have you say she did well!

Honestly Seras doesn't even realizes its a crush until Alucard and Pip point it out

The first like week she realizes its a crush, that she likes you romantically Seras will avoid you

It's easy to think she's hiding because of bloodlust, maybe she's just having some trouble controlling herself around humans

In reality though she's just so confused about what to do

A vampire and a hunter dating? Would that even be possible, would Sir Integra let something like that happen

There are so many questions about how it could work or if you would even like her, could you see past what she is

Within that week Seras takes time to think about her feelings and how they might affect work, for as puppy like as she can be Seras does take her work seriously

Just approach her casually and she becomes so easy to read

Now that Seras is aware of her own feelings she gets so nervous and embarrassed around you, even a smile or bit of praise is enough to make her dead heart flutter

Tease her a little for it but make sure it's all harmless, poor girl deserves nice things by now

She wants to stay friends and worried that something bad might happen Seras won't confess but you could and it would send her over the moon

She obvious in her crush but this doesn't change much in her actions, wanting to spend time with you or being excited to hear about your work it's all the same

Seras is soft but deadly, still a sweetheart trying her best in death

You're someone she looks up to and that will always be a thing so really just treat this lovely lady well

Not much to say with this one but I hope you liked it! I definitely haven't nailed down my Seras yet but I still find it fun. ~ Lilly

#reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #reader x #hellsing imagine #hellsing x reader #hellsing imagines #seras victoria x reader #seras x reader

[meluiloth]

LOTR Week Day 3: Merry and Pippin

LOTR20 Day 3: Fear . Courage . Adventure

Summary: Merry and Pippin keep watch for the Fellowship. 1076 words

After a week of uneventful, exhausting travel, Merry and Pippin’s spirits were not exactly bright and cheerful; in fact, it took very much effort on their part to keep back all of their complaints, as they both knew full well that it was their own choice to be here. 

Aside from short rest stops and even shorter meal breaks, the Fellowship had made no pauses that Aragorn and Gandalf would deem ‘unnecessary’, and Merry and Pippin, who had been used to the comfortable life of Hobbit gentry, could not be less satisfied with the arrangement.

Not that it was all bad—the scenery was magnificent, and they liked their traveling companions well enough. The hiking even felt good for the first few days; Hobbits rarely ventured beyond the borders of the Shire, and their idea of ‘exercise’ was walking down the lane to the farmers’ market to haggle for the best fruits and pastries.

Pippin really wanted one of those pastries right now; they had only eaten twice that day, which was practically starvation for a Hobbit. The sun was setting behind the thick ceiling of trees above, and he didn’t know how much more he could take of the endless walking.

“When do you think we’ll stop for the night?” he asked Merry in a loud whisper. He cut his eyes to Gandalf as he spoke, half-hoping the Wizard would hear him and perhaps take pity on a bone-tired Hobbit. His hopefulness faltered when Gandalf only shook his head irritably and increased his speed. “Do you think we will stop for the night?”

“Beats me,” Merry answered, pausing to give a colossal yawn. “I could really use a hot bath and a pipeful of Old Toby’s.”

Up ahead, Aragorn called out: “Men, we shall stop here for the night; From here, the land opens up into a desert plain, in which there will be little shelter. Which means that you ought to take what rest you can—we will not stop until we pass out of the plains.”

A vague part of Pippin’s mind already dreaded the full day of nonstop travel that awaited him tomorrow, but it was largely overshadowed by the pleasure of immediate rest. “Finally,” he sighed, dropping his bags beside him with a thump. 

“Who will take the first watch?” Boromir asked, beginning to unload his things as well. 

Pippin settled into his bedroll, but was surprised to hear Merry say: “I’ll do it.”

“Merry,” he said exasperatedly, “I’d planned on getting some sleep tonight!”

“Well, you don’t have to stay up,” Merry replied, a little defensively. “You can go to sleep if you want.”

Pippin frowned and muttered, but he still clambered out from his blankets and sat on top of them, watching a little enviously as the others laid down to sleep.

It was only a few moments before the silence of the evening was broken by Gimli’s loud snoring, and Merry and Pippin were the only ones still awake. Aragorn had, thankfully, said he would relieve them of their duty in a few hours.

In the meantime, Merry and Pippin chatted quietly to pass the time. They had not lit a fire, to avoid danger, but there was a curtain of starlight overhead that shed a little dim light onto their tired faces.

“You know, this isn’t actually so bad, adventuring and such,” Merry commented, tossing Pippin a piece of cured pork and biting into one himself.

Pippin chewed on the pork and shrugged. “I suppose—though I could do with more frequent breaks and a good bath now and then. But I do see why old Bilbo loved it so.” He looked up at the trees stretching high into the sky, at the stars twinkling through the branches, and couldn’t help realizing that this was the first time he’d seen anything so alien. Hobbiton was all rolling hills and quaint homesteads, but out here… it was all wilderness, all unfamiliar, all exciting. “I wonder what kind of food these strange lands have,” he said.

Merry grinned. “Pip, all you think about is food! Maybe—what was that?”

In an instant, the smiles had slipped from the young Hobbits’ faces as they looked sharply towards the strange noise that had pierced the silence, a sudden snap not far away from their campsite.

“I don’t know,” Pippin whispered. “Do you think it’s dangerous?”

Merry gulped and put a trembling hand to the sword at his hip. Both of them waited fearfully for something to happen—it was dark and frightening out in the wild, and any manner of malicious creature could be stalking the woods. Neither Merry nor Pippin wanted to entertain the idea of Orcs ambushing them in the dead of night, but it was the first thing their minds went to.

The noise came again, closer this time—a soft sound like a cape brushing through leaves. This time they both knew it was real, knew that thing—whatever it was—was still out there.

Pippin looked at Merry, gripping his own short sword, and Merry nodded at him. “It’s up to us,” he said grimly. When Pippin swallowed hard and answered with a nod, Merry said, “On three: One, two, three!”

He raised his voice to a shriek on the last word, and both Hobbits leaped up and rushed into the foliage with a yell—and startled a huge owl away from a squirrel it had killed. The bird gave a squawk and launched into the air, gliding out of sight, leaving Merry and Pippin feeling both relieved and very foolish.

“What’s all this?” asked a sharp voice behind them, startling both Hobbits further. They turned around to find Aragorn standing over them, looking suspicious and alert.

Merry swallowed. “We, er, we thought we heard danger nearby, and we were only making sure it was safe,” he said.

Pippin nodded. “Yes—that owl could have carried the both of us away in its claws,” he added, earning himself a jab from Merry’s elbow.

“Bloody rascals,” grunted Gimli, his voice thick with sleep.

Pippin looked down at his feet, his cheeks reddening—but Aragorn’s sigh was half a laugh, and he said, “It was good of you to take your duty so seriously; that was brave, if not a little hasty. Now, you two would be best getting some sleep… I’ll watch for the rest of the night.”

Merry and Pippin both nodded and said nothing more as they crawled into their bedrolls and settled in to sleep.

Pippin dreamed of owls.

I had so much fun writing this story; I don't often write light, happy stories, but these challenges have really given me the opportunity to explore a more light-hearted side of The Lord of the Rings.

Maybe I'll dream of owls when I go to sleep at one in the morning... at this point it will be more of a feat to write these at a normal time of day than it is for me to crank out a fic during the witching hour.

See you next time!

taglist:

@lotr20, @frodothefair, @acornsandoaktrees, @lanthanum12

#lord of the rings #lotrweek #lotr20 #fanfic #my writing #merry #pippin #merry and pippin #aragorn #day 3 #fandom event

[powerofelvis]

(Tw: ed) would you be comfortable writing something for Elvis x reader who has anorexia I understand if you’re not comfortable writing this

No One Loves You More

Pairing: Elvis x Reader, Austin!Elvis x Reader (wc: 629)

Warning: Angst, Fluff (TW: Eating Disorder)

Requested: Yes! (🥰)

I had to do some research on this topic because I really didn’t know the difference of anorexia, but while I was looking this stuff up, I thought of a song that reminds me of this story. This story is based off of the song by Gladys Knight and The Pips. It’s a really great song! Also I apologize in advance if there’s spelling errors, I’m still getting used to writing fanfics on here.

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“Y/N?”

You turned away from the mirror at the sound of your name from the bedroom door. Elvis stood at the threshold of your shared bedroom with his arms crossed. It was another night that you were going to bed without eating dinner for the third night in the row. “Ya ain’t eatin’ again tonight are ya, doll?” His southern drawl sighed out in sadness as he witnessed night after night how you stood in the mirror, looking at your body. “No honey, I’m not hungry.” You smiled at him. Your smile didn’t meet your eyes, betraying the happiness that you were trying to show. You suffered from body dysmorphia since you were a teenager, but it did not get worse until you started being seen in public with Elvis.

While you weren’t directly bingeing or exercising excessively, you were limiting your food intake with hopes that your weight wouldn’t change. Elvis knew about it, but he wasn’t sure that you understood that it didn’t matter how you looked on the outside. He still loved you as he did when he first met you. He could remember the day that he encountered you. You were the sweetest thing, standing at the concession stand at the carnival in town. You were aimlessly picking at the cotton candy that you purchased, talking to one of your friends. Elvis was at that same carnival, having performed an hour earlier with Hank Snow and others that the Colonel had on his tour.

He remembers how he approached you and your friend nearly jumped out of her skin because she was a fan of his. He signed an autograph for her, still looking at you shyly picking at your cotton candy. “And who may you be, lil’ mama?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on his toes. “Y/N.” You smiled softly, now taking your attention away from the candy. Elvis could have whisked you away from the carnival then and there, your personality attracting him like a moth to a flame. That night, you and Elvis rode the ferris wheel all night, just getting to know each other.

Now years later, Elvis was still madly in love with you just as he was that night at the carnival. He wished that you could see yourself in the way that he saw you. He adored you as if you put the stars and the moon in the sky. He didn’t understand why you would starve yourself because you were afraid of gaining weight. Although he didn’t understand, he would continue to ensure you that nothing would change between the two of you, even if you gained 100 pounds. “Darlin’, I wish you could see how beautiful you are. It won’t matter if you were 100 pounds or more, you are my girl and nothin’ ain’t gonna change that.” He said as he walked across the room, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You sighed, looking at the mirror again, wanting to believe him. “I just don’t want others to think that you could do much better because of my appearance, E.P.” You said as you leaned into his arms. “Hey now, there will be none of that. No matter what others think, I only want you as my woman. I don’t want you to harm yourself because you think you could look better.” He kissed the base of your neck, looking at you through the mirror. “No one will change the way I feel about you, mama.” He smiled as he pulled you away from the mirror.

At that moment as he pulled you away from the mirror and down on the bed, you realized that no one could love you more than him.

#elvis x plus size!reader #elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #daisy writes

[starsurface]

hello again! i have nightwolf on the brain again, so could i ask for him with a toddler regressor who asks to play with his spirit animals? (no im not asking this just for Kiba... or maybe.. she's my favorite out of all of his animals but still >.<) 🔮

Hi!!! I like Nightwolf's animals (I love animals in general)!!! I got the bear's and eagle's names from a quick online search. And I only know that Kiba's a girl, I don't know about the other two but I made them girls too. (Tell me if I'm incorrect!!)

Although, I did kinda throw the whole 'spirit' concept away, ish? Like, they can eat animal snacks, but Nightwolf still has to summon them, you know?

Also I'm so sorry but I realized these are so much more focused on the animals than Nightwolf himself!!! :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Nightwolf w/ Toddler Regressor That Plays With His Spirit Animals Hcs

🐺 Nightwolf’s spirit animals are important to him, Komo (bear), Hana (eagle), and Kiba (wolf)

🐺 But you are also very important to him

🐺 He actually really likes you spending time with his animals!! Both when your big and when your little

🐺 But does have to summon his spirit animals so you have to ask to play with them :(

🐺 Although he’s rarely ever said no!! Maybe once or twice, but he probably had good reasons, like it was bath time, or he didn’t want Kiba splashing in mud . . . again

🐺 However, his animals adore you!!

🐺 They get playtime, and head scratchies, and they can go onto the bed-

🐺 You might get a small scolding for letting Komo onto the bed though, she’s too big for it!!

🐺 Komo and Hana like playing with you, but Kiba’s the main one that tries to steal your attention

🐺 Hana has to be specific where she lands and how gently she eats from your hand, especially when your tiny

🐺 And Komo’s very big!! Great fo snuggles, although she does have to watch her claws :(

🐺 Kiba though? Perfect size!! :D

🐺 She can play ball, do tricks, sit on your lap, be used as a pillow

🐺 Nightwolf finds it funny when you try to bribe any of them for cuddle time, leaving a small trail of their favorite snacks to the couch so you can steal them for yourself

🐺 He might tell you that you can’t overfeed them though, they’re still his kombat animals :\

🐺 That doesn’t stop you though, and the animals get pretty huffy when Nightwolf tries to call you out

🐺 A very fun activity was jumping outside in the rain with Kiba

🐺 You got your little rainboots on, and a coat, and jumped into some muddy puddles!! :D

🐺 . . . Although even spirit animals can get dirty, and now Nightwolf has to clean you both off 😮‍💨

🐺 Komo really likes snuggle time

🐺 She’s very big and furry, a great cuddle partner

🐺 Plus she gets to sit on the couch and watch funny cartoons >:3

🐺 Sometimes she’ll lay on top of you, and do an animal like laugh when you whine that she’s too heavy >:(

🐺 ^ Don’t worry, Nightwolf saves you . . . Until it happens again

🐺 Hana will pip (eagle chirp?) with you, sitting on your lap most times because she doesn’t want her claws to grip you wrong 

🐺 Nightwolf will usually have her on his arm so you can pet her, it’s safer that way

🐺 More about Kiba because we love Kiba in this house (and she was specifically requested <3)-

🐺 She’ll bring you things!! Sticks she wants youtube throw, your stuffie when you look upset, a pair of shoes when you're looking outside

🐺 Now, the shoes are rarely ever matching, but the thought is what counts <3

🐺 She takes you on walks, you don’t take her on walks (Nightwolf takes you both on walks, but whatever)

🐺 She’ll whine when you tug on her fur by accident, but Nightwolf will teach you that you can’t pull her fur, soft pats, love

🐺 She doesn’t mind being used as a pillow or a stuffie while your watching your show, she’ll probably take a nap or stare at the colorful screen

🐺 She’ll sit at your tea party too, put a tiara on her and pour her tea, she can’t drink it, but if you keep feeding her little snacks she’ll stay

🐺 Nightwolf totally doesn’t get jealous by how much you wanna cuddle her instead of him, why would he?

🐺 . . . . But he is your Dada, not Kiba, you should remember that every once in a while and come cuddle him instead 🙄 <3

🐺 No but seriously, he does love seeing you hang out and interact with his little friends

🐺 He will join your cuddle sessions though, you can’t get rid of him that easily, darling

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Did you know in Mortal Kombat Defenders of the Realm, Kiba is an actual wolf? And her and Nightwolf combine to give him his Shamon powers? :D (Her relationship with Styker is ridiculous and I love it)

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #mortal kombat agere #age regression headcanons #mk agere #mk11 #mk11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 headcanons #mk nightwolf #nightwolf x reader #nightwolf mk #mk11 nightwolf #cg nightwolf #caregiver nightwolf #mk kiba #kiba mk #kiba

[so-sures-blog]

Hey so like I recently started getting into ikarishipping and I found your stuff and like???? It's so good???? I need more???? I wanted to request more fluffy hcs and stuff for them, but I totally understand if you don't wanna

listen

Ok, I know this isn’t a headcannon but I was inspired to write this little fic about them, so hope you don’t mind. This was sitting in my drafts for so long now until I finally worked up the courage to get it done.

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Dawn places the finishing touches on Piplup’s outfit, clapping appreciatively as her starter proudly strikes poses in his little cheerleader prince uniform.

“Let’s go show everyone your outfit!” Dawn picks up Piplup and beams as he chirps his agreement.

Dawn exits the room, heading out to meet Ash, Barry, and Brock to talk about the match today. It was the early morning of the Pokémon Sinnoh League, with Ash and Paul finally facing off. After a full year of battling and insults the two were about to meet in the semifinals.

Dawn makes her way down the hall, footsteps echoing. Ash against Paul … it would certainly be a battle to be remembered. It had been a long time since Lake Acuity. Since their very first battle. Ash and his team have only grown stronger since then, and so has Paul.

They all had.

“… I have one last thing to tell you,” a voice suddenly cuts across the lobby and turning around, Dawn gasps and ducks before Paul sees her.

Piplup turns around with a questioning “Pip?” and Dawn claps a hand over his beak. Piplup releases a silent squawk of rage before pecking her hand indignantly. Dawn shakes out her hand with a quiet hiss before pressing a finger to her lips and glaring in a ‘be quiet’ motion. Piplup glares right back before he settles down to eavesdrop. Dawn pokes her head over the counter to watch.

“Paul? Win this. Don’t underestimate Ash’s skill — then win the whole thing!”

Paul’s lips curve into a smile. “I will.”

Reggie hung up with a “Later, Paul,” before Paul turns around — only to meet Dawn’s startled blue eyes.

Dawn froze in embarrassment, a pink blush staining her cheeks once she realizes she’s been caught staring. Paul looks taken aback, staring at her with surprised onyx eyes.

Say something, stupid, her brain says as silence starts to creep between the two.

“Umm …” Dawn laughs nervously, and Paul turns on his heel and begins walking away. She nearly facepalmed herself. Really, that’s what she comes up with?

“That was Reggie you were talking to, right? So, is he coming here today?” Dawn hastily tries to cover up her lack of verbal skills by asking him a question, but she must’ve said the wrong thing because Paul begins walking faster.

Dawn felt stupid. Of course Reggie wasn’t coming, Paul was just on a phone call with him, and Veilstone City was too far to make it in an hour. Before she could wallow in her own self-pity, Paul spoke up.

“So, how’s he doing?” Paul practically sneers.

“Uh, you mean how’s Ash?” Dawn asks. She exchanges a questioning look with Piplup before realizing Paul is almost at the door. She runs after him. “Wait! If you ask a question, don’t you want to hear the answer?”

Dawn catches up with him, falling in a step or two behind him. The brisk morning air hits her face and clears her head. “Ash is doing some last minute training with his Pokémon. Want me to get him?”

“Please don’t. No need.”

“Why did you ask about him then?”

“ … I don’t know.”

Oh great, Dawn thinks sarcastically. Dawn realizes she’s fallen behind him and hurries to catch up.

What do we even say to each other? She thinks nervously. The awkwardness is probably one-sided as she doubts Paul cares about that sort of thing, but it’s all Dawn can think about. 

As a coordinator, Dawn prides herself on being able to entertain the audience and appeal to the judges. Her entire career depends on people’s opinions and how they view her. 

But Paul? Paul was unreadable. She had no idea what he was thinking, much less feeling. 

Should she just peel off, say she forgot something? But they were walking in the same direction. Should she ask him about his Pokémon, if he was ready for his battle? But would Paul get defensive and snap at her? Would Paul even notice if she fell back and walked by herself?

“I just don’t like him,” Paul says suddenly. Dawn’s head whips up. Was Paul actually talking about his feelings? Verbally expressing how he felt? In front of her?

Dawn suddenly felt like she’s walking on a live wire. 

“He talks just like my brother. Friends, trust … my brother says those things all the time too.”

“But Paul, Ash isn’t Reggie. Ash is Ash, and that’s that.” Dawn protests.

“PAUL!”

“Hey Dawn! Paul!”

The two look up to see Barry and Ash racing towards them with bright grins on their faces.

“Look, Ash is like any other trainer I’d have to battle in the quarter-finals … and I’m going to have to beat him if I want to win the Sinnoh League.”

Dawn stares at Paul with an open mouth. Wow. She had no idea Paul felt those things — that he is even feeling things at all. She knows Ash, his nervousness for the battle manifesting in his training and his determination. But Paul is feeling things about the battle too. 

Dawn feels his determination, his strength for what is ahead. The way he speaks and how his eyes focus up ahead — past her, past Ash — as if there is more waiting for him to achieve. 

It makes Dawn realize that being the Sinnoh Champion isn’t just Ash’s dream — it was Paul’s too. The way Paul trained his Pokémon and how he let go of Chimchar — it was ruthless and wrong, but suddenly Dawn realizes it was for a purpose. Paul wasn’t power-hungry for no reason. 

Paul is ambitious and determined and focused and level. His strength to push past things and focus solely on his goal is what makes him powerful, not his Pokémon. His ambition drives him to do better and his determination is what forces him to never stop. This battle with Ash is a stepping stone to something greater, and Paul is going to do everything he can to beat him. 

And Dawn could respect that. 

*** 

Ash and Paul’s battle is as heart-pounding as Dawn expects.

She’s cheering for Ash, calling out encouragement as Piplup cheers and Brock yells. She is rooting for him because she’s his friend, and one little conversation with Paul won’t change that. 

But still, between Barry screaming in her ear and the roaring audience, a small part of her thinks she wouldn’t mind it if Paul won.

#pokémon #pokémon fanfic #ikarishipping fic #ikarishipping #pokemon diamond and pearl #ikarishipping headcannons #pokemon hikari #pokemon shinji #dawn pokemon #paul pokemon

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Thor's best friend + Týr's Fiance part 3

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Reader: female | Thor x sister-in-law Reader (Platonic)| Týr x reader (romantic eventually)

Notes: thanks for waiting so long guys.

Warnings: bitchy ass mom w / her bitchey ass friends.

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Týr would be up before you would the next morning, your cuddled in close to him, head barried his chest, his arm drapped around you

The loose shirt you're wearing exposes from your neck to your shoulder, and even a bit of your arm

He thinks you're pretty

And FUCK do certain people know.

Freya. Sif. His mother. The dragon that likes to sneak in and grab food off the counter

Anyone that would listen really

He's sure he's told you

But not really he tends to marvel at you instead

Which causes him to go silent and just stare.

Luckily his hands are warm and when he places one of your bare shoulder you sink into it.

And just casually rubs your shoulder, looking at your tattoos he hadnt seen before

He gets startled when you toss and turn, turning to your other side with your back to him.

He's just glad he doesnt disturb you.

He'll admit he wants to kiss you, but just wont.

Well a kiss on the cheek never hurt no body-

"OH Y/N!" Freyr cheered with a bright smile, slamming the shutters open.

"No!" She shouted, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at him.

"Hey! Someone didn't get laid -" Freyr argued Y/n getting up on the bed, "Shit!"

She jumped out the window barefoot and in a night gown, chasing after him as if he was prey.

Choking Freyr out at the crack of dawn in a puddle of mud?

Absolutely

He rather you be passive, but he cant stop you

Plus, no real damage is being done.

You come back covered in mud.

"Morin!"

"Ah. Good morning..." Týr chuckled, "You have fun?"

Y/n nodded, "Yeah. I think Freyr knows who's better anyhow."

So as the mud dries on your skin you offer him to go take a bath in a near by lake.

He takes you up on the offer.

You both dont think much of it as you walk together carrying your chlothes for afterward.

You only realized what you've asked as you both stand infront of the water.

"You can!-"

"Oh no-"

The two chuckled.

"Neither of us thought this through I think." Y/n laughed.

"No. We didn't."

Shit you might as well at his point.

Luckily you found a tree and hid behind it as you undressed before jumping in the water.

You manage to convince him in but turn your back, giving him the same amount of privacy he allowed you

Soon akward bathing turns into you guys messing around.

Because tbh your a massive child at heart

Throwing water at one another out of all things, till one gives up

Its you

You can't compete with the massive waves he can make with a wave of his arm

By the end of it your cleaned sure, but now exhausted

Both are now dressed. You sit on a log outlooking the lake

"I'll get you next time." Y/n told

"I look forward to it." He responded smiling at her causing her to chuckle and shake her head.

Its already turning mid-day as you guys sit by the lake in peace

You do feel like the conversation does go kinda dry between you two.

Its like there is nothing else to talk about but so much at the same time

The wedding, perhaps, or really- what to do after it...

"Are they expecting a kid out of us?" Y/n pipped up.

"I. I'm sorry?" He asked, confused.

"Our parents. Are they expecting ae have a child together?" Y/n asked, "like immediately. What happens if we hate each other."

"You are very much a delight to me, Y/n."

Y/n sighed, "I just..."

"Y/n." He spoke, she turning to look at him, "When you are ready, you are ready, when you are not, you are not. That is your choice. The greatest wars are often against oneself. The hardest to win is the one where your heart, your gut sides together, but your mind and your upbringing sides with another, your mother in this case."

"Read me like a book..." she chuckled under her bresthe, "thats gonna get tiring real soon you know."

Týr smiled softly at her, he letting y/n lean into his side as he wrapped an arm around her.

"What's your opinion?" Y/n asked.

"I have no opinion." Týr explained, "there's nothing to have an opinion on. Not on your feelings."

"Your opinion about our parents, I mean." Y/n responded

"Oh well, that. That's a different subject."

You felt the safest you have in a very very long time.

And its. Relaxing almost.

He's pretty sure your the god of sleep though, as you fall asleep on him after you had gotten comfortable.

He lets you snooze and soon snoozes himself

He'll admit he's not used to adventures like you take him on: for the laughs and the funs, his are usually go here: diplomacy here and there

When he wakes up a few hours later you're gone

Your mother had snatched you right from his side

You were just having the time of your life with your mother

"You should be glad I am giving you a choice here." Her mother ordered holding the dress up to Y/n's form.

Y/n yawned, pushing it away.

"I do like, it's pretty white is pretty," Her mother smiled, "You'll look to big in it."

Y/n was silent tired still in her eyes.

"What do you think?" Her mother asked turning to her friends.

"Do you want her look pregnant?" One chuckled.

"Are you pregnant dear? Or perhaps you should lay off the meed."

"Yeah and your all whores so I'll take your words with a grain of fuckin salt."

"Y/n." She was scolded by her mother, Y/n, rolling her eyes.

"Disrespectful little twat." Her mothers friend snapped.

"Oh no. Im so hurt. Mama! Tell the bad lady to stop it!" Y/n cried, a smirk painting her face as she walked away, "I'll find a dress on my own."

Unfortunately, your attempt to leave is well, non existant and your trying on multiple dresses.

Your mother ended up picking a white one: just as bland as she is.

You picked a soft red one, its not bold or strong in color, but it's old, older than you, and decorated beatifully.

So while your mother's too busy laughing it up making fun of you, you take it and leave quickly.

You run into your father outside tending his little garden he always did that.

He looked to see you, holding the dress bundled up, ready to run for the hills with it.

"Quickly. Come on." He spoke guiding her along, "lets get it all folded for you to not ruin."

He's quick to rush you into his little shed where he kept to himself most of the time.

He helps you fold it and put it in a handmade sack and handed it to you.

You thanked him.

You and your dad were always awkward in a sense.

He loved you, and you loved him, but your mother always ruined everything

And that caused a rift.

"Go. Quickly." He spoke, "before your mother finds out you've taken it, go now!"

Y/n nodded and rushed off quickly.

When you get back in the room, your starttled by Týr.

How fast he comes at you next almost scares you as well.

"Are you alright?! You disappeared! I was worried!" His words quick, his voice raising with every word which were laced with concern.

Y/n shifted slightly, back against the door, and sack in arms.

He sighs in releif, the sigh visibly easying Y/n.

"I'm... okay..." y/n spoke softly, "sorry..."

"No, it..." he sighed, "I should have not of rushed you in such a way. I was..."

"Worried?" Y/n asked he nodding, "you don't have to apologize for being worried...I should be sorry I worried you so much."

He looked down at her as she looked up at him, soon moving her eyes away from his gaze, just to look back at him and chuckled softly.

"You... do that a lot."

"Hm?"

"Stare." Y/n responded.

"Ah. I." Týr chuckled, his laugh having a flustered tone to it, "I'm sure I have told you before, of your beauty."

Y/n's expression told it all, her lips formed a goofy smile as she looking down in response.

"Oh..uh. my dress." Y/n responded, "for...the ceremony...would you uh...like to see?"

"If you'd like."

Y/n nodded, passing him and making it to the bed to put the sack down and pull out the dress.

"It's uh..red and uh black." Y/n smiled smally, "I liked the sleeves..."

She held it to herself, turning to look at him, "I wasn't going to wear shoes with it...since no one would see my feet anyway. Plus, the cold never really bothered my feet."

A finger carefully grazed the deep v neckline.

"It'll look beautiful on you." He told.

Y/n smiled, looking up at him, her stomach in knots. Face hot to the touch. Her skin glowed and seemed soft as ever. A hand carassed her cheek she leaning into his touch.

"Can I....confess." Y/n spoke.

"Has something gone wrong?"

"I...believe I have....fallen." y/n responded, "for...you that is..."

Týr looked at her, she was concerned, worried. Afraid.

"Y/n." Týr spoke, "I...I..."

"I shouldnt have-"

"No- Y/n-"

"I got caught up I am sorry-"

"I feel the same-"

"Please, don't say that to make me feel better-"

"Y/n." He stopped her, "I feel the same."

Oh. oh SHIT ITS HAPPENING

You kinda don't care what happens to that dress you once had in your hand as you melt into his palm

Bro didnt even have to kiss you before you were melting for him

Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him.

He ends up just placing a firm kiss on your cheek, holding your face as he does its so sweet and soft.

His beard tickles you.

And your doing stupid laughter.

He starts laughing too he doesn't know what's funny even.

You guys are having a laughing fit.

And it ends with you both dying on the bed. He looks over at you to have you start laughing again

And you both start up again,

This time he grabs you: softly too, ontop of you as you laugh and smile, crying almost.

"I don't understand!" He laughs, Y/n taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Okay. Okay..." she breathes, the smile hurting her face as she looked up at him, "im okay..."

He raised an eyebrow as she started up again.

This wasn't ending any time soon.

But it made him happy, to see you laugh so hard it hurt.

He's gonna be telling anyone about it for days.how pretty it was to just sit there and watch you smile and laugh.

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Tags: @gabedreeam

#x reader #x female reader #female reader #thor x reader #thor x y/n #týr gow #týr #týr god of war #týr x reader #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow ragnarok x reader #gow ragnarok

[dino-boyo-agere]

This amazing art piece of my human OCs was made by @littledinosaursposts!!

It's the first ever art piece of these OC's, that are incredibly important to me & I'm absolutely in love with it!! <3

So, thank you again for bringing them to life!

I've been planning on telling y'all about them for a while, but it's so much lore and some of it is a little dark.. uh.. so anyways, here is a "tiny" summary..

Who is who on the picture:

Frank is the tall black man sitting on the floor, he is Chrisses best friend and future husband. In his lab is sitting Nate (yes, I choose the same name for me lols) . On the couch are sitting Nate's big Brother, Chris and Riv, who is Frank's child and Nate's best friend.

About the characters:

Frank - A 25 yo black man and single father of River (Riv). He became a dad at the age of 16, took full custody and raised his kid with the help of his mum. Rivs mother always wanted to be a career woman and Frank always wanted to have children. Frank is now a preschool teacher and LOVES children so much. He's autistic and likes how honest and direct they are, he is very good with children. He calls his kid "Muffin", Nate "pipsqueak" / "Pip" and Chris "Chrissy"/ "Love". He's an absolute rock for Chris and never fails to support him. He knows exactly how to handle a traumatized kid like Nate, since he was a child psychiatrist for a while.

Riv - is 8, goes by they/ them pronouns. Riv loves heavy metal and spending time with their dad. Together they often play video games, DnD or make music (Riv plays the drums and Frank the guitar, bass or piano.) Riv has a hard time connecting with their peers, they are also autistic. Frank did a really good job raising a very intelligent kid, emotionally and generally. Riv knows exactly what they want and are really good at communicating their needs. They share a lot of interests with Chris and the both of them often enjoy horror media or metal music, while Nate and Frank partake in calmer activities, like crafting. Nate is Rivs best friend and "sibby". Even though Riv is bodily younger, they feel like a big sibling, since Nate is permanently regressed and mostly stuck at ca. age 5.

Chris is the big (half) brother of Nate, he took his sibling in after the police removed him from the house of their father. He didn't know the kid existed, no one did (more of that later). He's 26 and trying his best to take care of this deeply traumatized kid. Frank is his neighbor and best friend.. and even though he thought he was straight, he's beginning to realize that he has a huge crush on him. Chris is very loving but a bit overbearing and overly cautious & overprotective with Nate. But Frank is pretty good at grounding him. Chris is trying his best at raising his traumatized sibling.

Nate - ❗Tw - mention of abüse & deäth❗ The police found him chained up in the basement when looking for drugs at the father's house. Any type of abuse one can imagine, he had to go through. His mother was found after he told the police "she sleep in roses." Her body was buried under a rose bush.❗Tw over❗

His left arm is amputated under the elbow and he has many scars. He's still a little underweight, but he's getting better. Nate is intersex and his gender is ambiguous. He has no construct of gender, so he doesn't care what pronouns ppl use for him. The kid has heterochromia, with his right eye the same shade of blue like his brothers eyes, and the left one a turquoise. He also got the same blue streak his Chris has, bc he wants to be like him. He is permaregressed, with his age moving between 3 and 13, depending on the day and possible triggers, tough he's mostly stuck at about 5. He's semi verbal and has selective mutism. His bio age is unknown, since there is no birth certificate. He loves his brother, he calls him "Kiss" because he has trouble pronouncing the name Chris and he calls Frank "Dad" because he keeps hearing his bestie Riv call him that. Nate is obsessed with dinosaurs and the kid would drop everything and anything for an apple.. he loves apples so much. That's because when he was found by the police, one of them gave him some apple slices, that was the first time Nate ever tasted anything sweet.

#nates little ocs #my ocs #agere oc #oc #ocs #sfw interaction only #sfw #sfw agere #agere #age regression #agere community #age regression community #age regressor #agere fandom #agere boy #tw: abuse mention #tw: death mention

[wildwarcat]

Hi! Just saw your requests were open! Could you write a pippin x fem!hobbit!reader where she’s having trouble realizing what she wants to do with her life while also dealing with Mutual Pining™️ but neither of them realize it (yknow, the woiks)? Sorry that’s so specific whejdjfjf

You got it! And don't worry about being specific, it actually helps! Enjoy!

Where Do I Go From Here? (Pippin Took x Fem!Hobbit!Reader)

Summary: You've spent your whole life in The Shire, you've always intended to live out the rest of your days there. But is that really what you want?

The Shire was your home, it always had been. Being a Proudfoot, it had always been your intention to stay there and live out your life happily, tilling the fields and tending to the goats and sheep your family owned.

But now, you weren't so sure. Why? 

Because of Peregrin Took. 

Pippin had been a friend since you were wee ones, chasing you around Hobbiton, or stealing mushrooms for you from Farmer Maggot’s fields. But then he was gone, off on an adventure, as many Tooks were known to do. And when he at last returned, dressed in fine clothes bearing the symbol of Gondor, you found that the care that you had held for your childhood friend had in fact been love all along.

He was different from the Peregrin Took that you had known as a youth and yet he remained the same. He was kind, fearless, and humorous. Most of the hobbits looked at him and Merry as though they were cracked. But not you.

So now you found yourself at a crossroad, something a respectable hobbit hoped would never, ever happen to them. Do you leave the Shire and look for satisfaction elsewhere? Or do you stay and continue to find yourself stumbling over words every time Pippin told you good morning?

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"You're drooling, Pip." Merry muttered, shoving his companion to snap him out of his stupor. He jolted upright, his mug of ale spilling as he jumped.

"What?" He asked airily, looking over at Merry in a daze. The Brandybuck rolled his eyes.

"You were drooling, you idiot. Just go over there and tell her how you feel. Confessing your love to Y/N is far less terrifying compared to comin' face to face with a bloody orc!" Merry exclaimed, raising his mug in your direction. You were sitting with a couple of friends, bowls of chicken stew in front of you, mugs of fine ale set next to them.

"It's not that simple, Merry. She's a popular woman, I can't just walk up and say, 'Hello, Y/N, I just wanted to tell you that I've been in love with you since we were kids and I'd like to court you, if that'd be alright with you.'" Pippin drawled, gripping his mug and taking a long swig.

Merry shook his head, giving his friend another shove. This hadn't been the first time they had discussed you. And Merry was certain it wouldn't be the last. So, he sucked in a breath and turned to Pippin, giving him an ultimatum that he wasn't expecting.

"Well, you best make your choice soon. Y/N's been talkin' to some of my cousins about buyin' a place out in Buckland with the intention of not comin' back. So, either you tell her how you feel, or you might lose her for good."

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"Y/N!" A familiar voice cried out to you as you were leaving the pub. When you turned to see that it was Pippin calling for you, you told your friends to go on home without you; the young Took would walk you home after you were finished talking.

"Pippin! To what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked him, plastering a smile on your face to hide the flurry of emotions that were coursing through you as Pippin came to a halt in front of you. He swallowed hard, his dark eyes scanned you up and down before meeting your gaze.

"I... I heard you were moving out to Buckland." He started, his voice a bit shaky. You nodded slightly.

"I've been thinking about it; found a couple of holes that are reasonably priced. But I haven't quite decided yet." You explained.

"Don't go."

Your brow arched, your mouth fell slightly agape. Pippin's eyes were wide with a slight fear.

"What?"

He cleared his throat and spoke again, a bit clearer, "I don't want you to go to Buckland."

"Why?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but he still heard you loud and clear.

"Because I'm in love with you."

Your heart stopped, and it felt like time did as well. Pippin was in love with you? This whole time... he had felt the same way?

"Y/N? You alright?" Pippin asked, reaching out to take your hand in his. You nodded, your false smile growing into a real one. You had made your decision.

"Yes. It's just that... I love you too."

#pippin took #pippin x reader #pippin took x reader #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #lotr fandom #lotr movies #requests are open #request #hobbits

[twst-drabbles]

Ruggie 1

Summary: Ruggie gained his full form early in the morning.

“Congrats Ruggie,” Leona gave a lazy grin to the shrinking, frowning Ruggie as he leaned against a boulder, “you went from insect to a pipsqueak.” He really doesn’t hesitate to tease, does he?

“Shut up…” Ruggie hissed out through gritted teeth, “can you at least do me a favor and get me some clothes? Laughing at me isn’t going to protect me from the wind, you know.”

“No need,” you finally decided to stop letting Ruggie suffer and stepped out the door, carrying a pile of clothing under your arm as Ruggie ducked further into the tree, hiding his modesty, “I got you some things. Try them on.”

The relief that entered him practically sagged his bones. “I owe you the world, Caretaker.” Ruggie reached out his arms as far as he could, making sure the leaves don’t leave him exposed. “Give ‘em here, please.”

Ah, what nice manners, unlike the sand spirit that continues to smirk at Ruggie’s newfound size. You can only imagine how horrified Ruggie was when he woke up right next to Jack, bigger and bare as all day, his tiny clothing torn asunder.

You adjusted yourself and tossed the ball of clothing into the wind spirit’s hands. You already had a set of clothes prepared inside this sanctuaries house, but Ruggie refused to move, so you had to bring those clothes here. He caught them just fine and dipped back into the leaves.

“Seriously, why did this had to happen while I was sleeping?” He grumbles, pants dangling in view for a bit before disappearing, “And in front of Jack and Leona? They’re never gonna let me live this down.”

“Don’t worry, Ruggie!” Jack pipped up from below, standing as high as his tiny form will allow him. “I didn’t see a thing!” The joy in his eyes reflected the light so brightly, a great contrast to the conflict on his face when he woke you up this morning.

Jack was proud, that much you’re certain, but you suppose he’s disappointed that he hasn’t gained his bigger form yet.

You leaned against the wall of your home, stuffing a snort back down. “I mean, transforming in front of me wouldn’t have been any better.” While sure you wouldn’t have laughed at him—at least not in his face—your reaction wouldn’t have been any better. You don’t think mortification would’ve been a confidence booster.

“It be ten times better.” Finally, the wind spirit jumped down to the ground. “They’re too big,” Ruggie remarked as he flapped the sleeves. He really doesn’t look all the different from a regular person had it not been for his odd, shifting transparency and constantly moving clothes. The winds of this land are calm, but Ruggie certainly was not.

You just shrugged. “They’re hand-me-downs, what do you want me to do?”

You got these things from Crowley, Trein, Vargas and Mr. Kingscholar. Kalim wants to give you clothes but after that one time you let him indulge, you realized you can’t afford another closet just to fit all that Kalim wanted you to have. Crewel wasn’t a believer of giving you old things. You were either up to date or it’s nothing on his part. And Sam, well, he likes his gifts to be more unique. Clothes are too boring and common, simply put.

Even though the naked problem was solved, Ruggie still didn’t look all that happy. His body sagged a bit, eyes wandering down to Jack right by your feet. You saw the frown on his face.

“You weren’t going to be small forever, not when I’m around,” Leona pushed himself off the boulder, turning into a cloud of sand, solidifying right next to you right before poking Jack with his foot, “now you can actually help out around here instead of taking advantage of the Caretaker’s coddling.”

His ability to say such things with a straight face was something to envy. You smacked Leona on the back hard enough to stumble him forward. You gave a tight smile, clapping your hands to grab everyone’s attention. “Now that both of you can assist me in cleaning out all the other places. Speaking of which. Leona, we’re gonna have to clean out Jamil’s place.”

“Wha—”

“Come on,” you turned around, waving your hand to follow, “we’re burning daylight. Best to get it done as quickly as possible. So you better come here.”

The shift in your tone left no room for defiance. Leona’s ears flattened and you can see sharp words forming on his tongue before he pushed them back. He sighed. “Fine.”

Good boy. “I’ll pick you up later Ruggie, okay?”

“Take your time!” Now that put a smile on Ruggie’s face.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #savanaclaw #ruggie #ruggie bucchi #sanctuary au #reader insert

[ixelx]

INCORRECT QUOTES

I was messing around with an incorrect quote generator. Most of them are Hellsing x Male reader.

The rest are my ocs, and my Uglydolls x child reader book on Wattpad.

Hellsing Ultimate:

M/n: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Integra: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents

M/n: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you

Seras: Actually I did the math, Integra would have $225, not $0.15.

Integra: Fam I’m right here....

Alucard: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

M/n: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Alucard: Sorry I only have a dollar

M/n: :(

Seras: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Integra would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Alucard: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice

Seras: You can buy anything you want with $22,500

Pip: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice

Seras: Apply juice to what

Walter: Directly to the forehead

Integra: Great chat everyone

Male name]: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Integra: Rude.

Seras: That’s fair.

Alucard: Not again.

Anderson: Are you going to want this back?

[Male name]: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Integra: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Seras: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Alucard: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Anderson: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

[Male name]: Bye Integra! Bye Seras! Bye Alucard! Bye Anderson! Bye Integra!

Seras: You said ‘bye Integra’ twice.

[Male name]: I like Integra.

[Male name]: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Integra: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Seras: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Alucard: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Anderson: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Ocs:

Astoria , about Clemontine: Apparently we're getting someone new in the group.

Morizane : Are we stealing them?

Nanako: New or used?

Astoria : Wonderful responses, both of you.

Uglydolls x child reader:

[Name]: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Lou: >: O language

Kitty: Yeah watch your fucking language

Lydia: OKAY WHO TAUGHT PERSON C THE FUCK WORD?

Tuesday : 'The fuck word'.

Mandy: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Kitty: Oh my god they censored it

Tuesday : Say fuck, Mandy.

Kitty: Do it, Mandy.Say fuck.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

[Name]: So.Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Lou: ...I did.I broke it.

[Name]: No.No you didn't. Kitty?

Kitty: Don't look at me. Look at Lydia.

Lydia: What ? !I didn't break it.

Kitty: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Lydia: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Kitty: Suspicious.

Lydia: No, it's not!

Mandy: If it matters, probably not, but Tuesday was the last one to use it.

Tuesday : Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Mandy: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Tuesday : I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles.Everyone knows that, Mandy!

Lou: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, [Name].

[Name]: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Mandy: [Name]...Kitty's been awfully quiet.

Kitty: REALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

[Name], being interviewed: I broke it.I burned my hand so I punched it.

[Name]: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

[Name]:

[Name]: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

That's it. Also...

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