#its not sora noooo

[dizzybevvie]

No because Roxas fighting for his right to live and be an individual on Sora's heart station, weildling both Oathkeeper and Oblivion, while a grand version of his theme plays in the background, fucks me UP

#and roxas is absolutely fuckin sora up too like Roxas is FIGHTING. GOD. #Roxas kingdom hearts you make me so sad. #the first time he stwpped thru the portal with the hood i thought he was Saïx but then he was shoet #then i was like “wait why does he have oblivion OH FUCKKKKK ITS ROXAS OH NOOOO” #not 1 part of me wanted to fight roxas i was gonna fuckin throw up LMAO #“Roxas do you think maybe we had hearts the whole time?” DEATH AND DESPAIRRRRRRRR #kingdom hearts #beverly says stuff #kh roxas #roxas #kh2

[lumagarden]

DRAGONS RISING S2 P1 SPOILERS UNDER CUT

my thoughts per ep :3!!

ngl thisbisbjust me live typing my reaction but wtv!! also cw for lots of colorful language hehe

ep 1

- THE SILLIES!!!! also riyu is huge??:?2);

- lloyd is so cute when hes eepy

- “maybe you outa crawl into your crib for a nap buddy” WAHHHHHHHH

-lloyds nightmares omfggg poor thing

- SORA OMG NO WONDER HE COULDNT SLEEP theyre visions right

- spinjitsu-ing out of his nightmare to move out of the way and save his children can someone put me out of my misery

- “my nightmares are getting worse uncle” NOOOOOO

- OH MY GOD ARIN AND LLOYD NIGHTMARE TALK WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

- arin imitating wu i xant

- cinder?,

- LLOYDSD

- ???? ok

ep 2

- new intro sooo good fr WHO TAUGHT CINDER SPINJITSU DOE

- resistance kills

- xan percival be rhe new emperor (is 12 years old)

- OH??

- poor lloyd :(

- Frohicky serving swamp ass fr

-WILDFYRE

- lloyd acknowledging his panic attack someone let me out of my cage

- wait so wildfyre and kai dont have the same power right

- HELEODOSJFNS HIM BUEPING UP THE FLY

- ????

- the sillies!!

- arin cannot be mean im sorry

- HELP “i really didnt think a human could dance like that!”

- arins voice is so non-threatening hes so baby

- “i dont know anything about that” “cool :) thanks for your time!” HELEODOS

- arins so gullible i love him !!! (if he gets the lloyd treatment i MIGHT jump off a cliff)

- “wow. im really bad at spotting liars :,)”

- sora being rebellious :000 !!

- lloyd and arin i cnt .

- ZERO CATS DETECTED IN THIS IMAGEJFKEJFJ

- LMFAOOOOO LLOYD

- why r they just standing there omfg ☠️

- whoa. what if jay hits the gong OH MY FOD!!!!!! (it will not happen im delusional and just want evil jay)

- no causw wait now i think itll happen

- WHOS KNOXKING

- PERCIVAL AND ARIN<333

- wait so do the gongs power like is it permanent or no

- wait my stupid ass-cinders not that one twitchy guy right.

- percival!!!!!! fav side character

- “how can a language look evil” “trust me it does”

- alright what the flip

- WAIT LORD RAS CUESED THW WORMS.. my stupid ass how did i not realize this

- WAITTT FORBIDDEN FIVE… (doesnt know what hes talking about)

- is cinder one of the forbidden five

- wait no im srupid

- Ok.

- LLOYD HAVING A PANIC ATTACK NOOOOOOOOO MY BABY :((((((((((

- acrually theowing up at him like panicking oh mymgod oh kymgod

- “whoever you are” HELPPP

- uh oh chat

- what if one of the ppl w wolf masks is jay

- NOOOO NYA AND LLOYD I CANT DOT HIS . throwing up

- “then just use spinjitsu-oh right sorry” My god

- literally what will happen if u hit the gong that many times

- “u know i thrashed the last one right” NO WAYY

- succeeded.. (?)

- CHAT

- can i learn shatterspin please!!

- whoa like actually this is so cool im sorry

- lloyd frm the trailer!!

- NOOO WILDFYRE

- “wildfyres hurt bad” im crying

- oh my god one of them is going to turn evil to help save thwm. thats whats gnna happen ik it

- Wheres cole.

ep 3!!

- what r u training for clearly ur alreasy powerful

- is cinder into-oh nvm

- kai getting angry.. i missed this

- can someone translate wus notes

- arin :(

- poor lloyd i cnt

- dude kai with gis like wings or something QHAT IS RHAT IM SO EXCITED

- lloyd plz

- Huh

- WHAT THE FLIP??

- who voices the life symbol

- strwngrh is coles :,3

- id be like hello??? IM RIGHT HERE??

- why r they arguing right in front of him

- K see that did not help

- lloyd is going through Way toocmuch and its ep 3

- oh my god. kai and wildfyre can aomeone throw me off a cliff please

- the boringest :(((

- what the flip

- frohicky x zane is kinda cute sorry

- :(( kai !!! i xant

- breaking my silence. jordana x cinder anyone

- oh theyre actually so evil

- lloye sleeping hes so cute

- WAHHH ivlove rhsm

- “what about the younger ones” sobs

- UM WHO WENT ON BOARD

- WILDFYRE.

- U R NOT ALL BETTER I CNT

- soras lil story :(

- how Did she get out

- oh trueee. but the source dragons were basically telling him to find them so.

- lloyd with a grabber thing omfg theyre having sm fun

- “no offense buddy” HDKWJDKSK

- “WHOS HE TALKIMG ABT” HEKDOSKD

- alright what the flip

- have i ever mentioned how much i love nyas beauty mark . i have a lego figurine of her n the beauty mark makes me emotional

- arin n sora :,(

- i love these new suits!! but dragon rising s1 still fave

- waittt what isbgoing on

- WAIT

- WAITTTTTT I SAW THIS SCENE AS A SPOILER

- arin and his parsnts i cnt do it.

- “what, no? i love you i miss you” Kill me.

- Ohh no i sont like this

- oh my god lloyds is going to break me

- No. no. Why would you do this.

- “i blame myself nephew” no No!!!

- NOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD

- JAYA OH MYGOD THIS IS THE PART THAT I GOT SPOILED FOE

- OH KYMGOD NOOOOO

- nya is so. smart i cant. n the way she knew it wasnt happening . Even tho thats wuite literally what will happen if he finds her

- this is like that visionary ninjago fic

- what did kai see..

- “i know the real jay couldnt forget me” It might seem crazy what im bout to say….

- WHAT DID KAI SEE!!!! (i say louder)

- kai literally jumping off

- HELP??

- “i knew he was fine” U DID NOT

- ok now what

- watch the teachwr be like . oh nvm

- Thwyre cooked

ep 4

- OHHHHH MY GOD

- O HMYGOD OH MY GOD !!!!! IF THEY MAKE LOST SHIPPING CANOIM KILLINGN YMSELF

- WHY WOULD YOU DOT HAI TOCME

- pls im so scared i realyl cant

- COLE WAS THE REAL CHEF??? I FUCKING TOLD YALL HE COULD COOK !!!!!!! I TOLD YALL!!!!!! I WAS THE #1 COOK-COLE TRUTHER

- “why do u say stuff like that” /);&2&$;

- making art :,))

- literally coles family

- THEY ACKNOWLEDGED IT THEY SAID THE THING

- a city could be lost i think- oh. No no. No. if they take the cowards way out im actually never watxhing this show again /hj

- wildfyre is so funny

- why is he attacking them riyu is litwrally right there

- “ive always got you arin” im ending it all

- THAT THROW WAS SO COOL

- arin please

- HES SOS ILLYRJJSNF

- ughhh i know hes not gnna feel. great after that

- “is there some sort of social cue im not picking up” OH MY GOD!!! HES SO AURISTIC CODED

- huh???? why does it talk ☠️☠️

- HUH LMFAOO

- LMFAOOOOO ARIN LAUGHING MDKDJSJ

- OH MY GOD BACK TO GEO NOOO

- oh my god. if they. if they do what i think theyre going to do i will lose my mind.

- cole save me cole if you can hear me save me save me cole

- bonzle is so funny new kin

- NOT MY BEST WORK ☠️

- ok geo self sufficient he should be.. ok..

- why do they want bonzle???

- COLE OH MY GOD

- OHHH MY GOD

- is there a lego set of this dragon cause i want it

- yall better hear me out on this dragons va… /hj

- so how did cinder even learn shartterspin

- COLE OH MY GOD SNGRY COLE

- angry cole supremacy

- husbands

- WE REALLY MISSED TOUR BREAKFASTS OH MYMGOD

- OH MY GOD OH MYGOD OH MYOGOD LOST SHIPPING I XANT

- cole and geo r sooo gay

- lostshipping makes up for laxk of jay tbfh

- Ok i didnt know dragoks could be ninja either??

- ok but how cool would it be if one of them turned evil to fight them like

- omgomgomg

- yeah why did they want bonzle

- i want a bonzle figurine like NOW

- omg omgogmogmogm

- THEM TRYING TO PULL UP THE ROCKS

- ok she knoes . aomething

- jordana is actually insane

- alright what the flip

- Oh . No… no no

- it is a little funny wildfyre

- YESSS TRAINING ARC

- IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SCENEE

- WHERE CAN I GET A FROHICKY PLUSH PLEASW ANSWER QUICKLY

- PLEASE TELL ME THE STORY

ep 5

- ITS TO WORK ON CONFLICT ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

- theyre aoo dating

- the heart on the plush ☠️

- the lil looks zane ans cole gave each other bc they havent seen each other in peobablt years someone put me our ofnmy misery

- Ok bonzle let us know fr

- UM?????????? BONZLE???????

- omg i was waiting for this scene omg where they like switch stuff frm their mexhs

- SO WHAT IS WILDFYRE THEN

- heat and fire. what

- GEO AND COLE!!!

- ZANE?? CLURXHING THE PLUSHIW?? COLE AND GEO HOLDING HANDS??

- MASTER WU??

- DRAGONS CAN DO SLI JITSU

- NOOO WU AND BONZLE :(

-wu not bringing it up is so canon

- loneliness :(

- Oh my god garmadon this season??

- Ohh my god. i MIGHT like wu after this

- little one :(

- its wildfyre pretending shes a mucoid that reminds me shes litwrally a child and i cry

- Ok is this get mad at arin day What the flip.

- OHH MY GOD

- COLe AND GEO HOLDING HABDA OH MYMGVOV

- OH MYMGOD????+> mygodbi cant icant

- cole has become. so so so soft it makes me so emtoional

- hello??

ep 6

- ohh my god the forehead touch.

- NO??:&/$:

- lloyd havinf anxiety incnt

- “my other family” Cryingn

- oh. oh no

- not dorama bro fuck this guy genuinely worst character i hate him sm

- cole not veing a performer :(

- this is some power ranger type transformstion

- why doesnt zabe have a mech

-qlright ehat the flip

- didbt type a lot this ep i was eating candy

ep 7

- bonzle is so silly

- THTEE MONASTERIES

- AAAAAA BRUISE FIGHTING OVER VIDEO GAMES AND GOING ON A DATE I CANT DO THIS.

- JAY REFERENCE OHHH MY GOD

- she loojs like ice kings gf frm adventure time. i forgot her name

- i feel so bad for arin this actually sucks

- OHH MY GOD IM SO ARIN!! not beinf able to take compliments bx hes so hard on himself . Kin

- wildfyre about to save them all rn by getting along w the dragons

- her acknowledging that kais her favorite can i please be let out of my cage

- Ohhh mg god??? hes dying?? no wonder hes so grumpy

- what is this lady saying omfg 😭

- NOOO WAIT OH MY GOD !!!

- “im just a bundle of nerves stumbling around in a daze” WAHH

- ohh lloyds gnna turn evil sorry not sorry

- can we get more baby lloyd and master wu scenes plz

- lloyds inly part mortal tho

- WHAG THE FLUP WHAT THE FLIP

- ghis is trap… this is a trap bonzle omfg

- nvm im just scared

- yeah theyre cooked chat gg

- Oh no. theyre cooked

- OH MGMGOD OH MYMGOD JAY????? IS JAY GOING TO BE OH MGMGOD

- PLEASE VILLAIN JAY SAVE ME SAVE ME VILLAIN JAY VILLAIN JAY IF YOU CAN HEAR ME

- kai gets so frustrated when he cant learn something its so cute

- Ohh my god lore.

- “just fun. no need to worry about saving the world”

- OHHG MY GOD BABY KAI AND NYA

- NOOOOOOO

- HE DID THE. HE HOLG CRAP

- GODDDDD I LVOE KAI AND NYA SO MUCH I CANT DO THIS

- thats so infsresting that he got it first like not to be that guy but - THSE BLOOD MOON WHAT THE FLIP

- COLE!! GEO!!! GET DOWN!! THEY COME FOR GAY PEOPLE FIRST

- EXCUSE ME??

- omg omgomgokg jay jay jay jay jy

- PLEASS VILLAIN JAY SAVE ME VILLAIN JAY VILLAIN JAY ID YOU XAN HEAR ME

- i hate the administration sm

- TRUEEEEEE !! zane is so silly

- THE SILLIES!!

- why is the administration mad like U MADE THE RULES ☠️

- save me agent jay walker agent jay walker if you can hear me

- Ermmm O HMGMGOD

- OH MY GOD AGENT JAY WALKER IF YOU CNA HESR ME

- AGENT JAY Wlker o hmygkod

ep 8

- NO ACTUAL WAY THAT HAPPWNED CHAT AINT NO WAY

- anyways. dragosn pulling the most epic prank . turning to stone

MY APP REFRESHED AND I LOST ALL MY NOTES

was mostly juat acreaming abt jay tbfh

anyways im at the part where they fell

- DID SOMEBODY SAY BOOM /ref

- genuinwlt almost had a heart attack there shoot

- bounty has to be destroyed at least once a season

- i need a bonzle figurine im so srs

- rlly confused rn 💯

- poor thint :(

- Okay get in

- wait im scared is she being tricked rn

- is this a trap idk im scared

- WAIT TIA A TRAP ITS A TRAP ITS A TRAP

- NO I DONT LIKE THIS I DONT LIKE THIS

- ok wasnt a trap but lord ras ass

- NOOO

- jordana be so fr

- “never seen her before in my life” LMFAO

- this sucks on god how is this going to be semi-wrapped up in 2 eps

- i thought that atorm was a lloyd nightmare ngl

ep 9

- ok baby lord ras liek i gaf???

- Ok nvm i do feel bad him w the apple put me out of my misery

- him sacrificng ppl is kinda crazy tho like hello?

- Like hello???? no way we cld actually feelcbad for him (did feel bas for him)

- wildfyre si scared of heights :(

- lloys getting all these visions is genuinely so sad and nya comforting him put me out of my miswry!!!

- LEAVE BONZLE ALONE

- ALEIGHT WHAY THE FLIP

- LITWRALLT WHATXIA RHIS

- THE ROCKS??

- but wherws the road road road road /ref

- RIYUS FLYING

- OO KILL EM

- “sorry i cabt remember your name!” OHH MYKDJSJDN

- “whats your elemental power?” its autism

- invisible shoes??

- HOW DID IT TAKE HIS VOICE

- COLES A PUPPYYY AAAA

- “im ALWAYS adorable” CUTEEJDKSNFM

- they cannot be fr

- cinders so-Lemme chill

- OU KY GOD HES BORDERLIJE FERAL

- if arin saw lloyd and nya as his mom and dad i wilk start screaming crying theowginh up

EP 10

- NIOOOOO ITS LLOYD AND NYA O HMYGOD

- WAIT HOYL FUCK I KNEWNIT I KNWW IT WHAT DID I SAY CHAT WHAT DID I SAY THEYRE EVIL

- OH MGMGODDDDD THATS ACTUALLY CRAZY IM SKIPPIGN THE INTRO

- bonzle :(

- ok nvm theyre not evil . Shoot. why did i want it so bad

- NOOO BONZLE

- ohh no chat

- cinders insabe

- Ok byt hes so.. Hear me out

- sharterspinning be so cool doe

- NO. NO NO N O N O

- oh ky fod i litedally paused it hc i cldnt NOOO

- OH MYMGOD NO ACTUAL WAY

- GG CHAT GG

- AND WHO IS THAT

- oh my god. is kai dead like

- NOOOO :(

- LLOYDDDD OH MY GOD

- YESSSSS

- BONZLE FIGHT BADK

- BONZLEEEE OH MGMGOD

- OH KYMGOD ARIN UR NOT SRS

- sora..

- wair.

- NO NO N O N O KAI

- ???

- what the flip

- what the actual flip chat

- ok what rhe flip

- jordana genuinely tweaking rn

- ok whos lord ras’ master

- lloyd n cole hug i cant.

- BUT MY BIG BROTHER WAS ALWAYS MY HERO FUCK.

- WILSFYRE NOOO

- this is rhe weost thinf tht couldce evwr happwnwd

- bonzle n kai wahhh 😭

- no axtual waycir ended like that

Thank u all for coming. i will now be crying my eyes out

#dragons rising spoilers #dragons rising s2 #dragons rising s2 spoilers #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #lloyd garmadon #ninjago arin #ninjago sora #nya smith #kai smith #luma talks

[strawhatsoraya]

Hiii! <3 So.. I wanna preface this by saying: OMG, I love your writing and I love reading your reblogged posts and quotes and I really hope that at some point I manage to write as beautifully as you do! The language just flows and.. .sighs I wish I'd say I was better at writing in my native language but I feel like that would be a lie. ANYHOW… may I request something…? Ace with a female reader, who feels bad for being a bit chubby? Just, like, you know, not the typical One Piece-hot-woman-figure, but perhaps (in her mind) a bit too much booty, too thick thighs, a too soft belly and (the only thing she's a bit happy with) quite decent breasts? But, baseline, is convinced that a hottie such as Ace would never ever consider her to be attractive. (What? Me? Self-inserting? Noooo. I'd NEVER. I totally don't think my PhD studies ruined my body worse than I'd like to admit. *coughs*) Could be fluffy. Or NSFW... which would make me especially happy. <3 If you feel up for it, of course!

Either way, I needed to tell you that I love scrolling through your new posts :D

I keep meaning to ask you what's your native language? I speak and write Spanish as well but my spelling, and grammar in Spanish is muy terrible. So I'm sure you're just fine lol. Anyway, so I know this was supposed to be a "reader doesn't think ace will find her attractive" and somehow it became a "two idiots don't know what they're doing or talking about" slow burn. I promise you I wrote it with my whole heart though. *does silly dance* AND IT'S NSFW. This fic consumed my mind for this whole day and I needed it to be done ASAP because otherwise I couldn't live. I hope you enjoy it!! Also you are absolutely the sweetest person ever. I'm so so so SO happy you love my writing. Your kind words and feedback are the best. Plus you're just so fun to talk to. BUT LET ME STOP BABBLING. HERE'S YOUR FIC.

ACE X CHUBBY FEM!READER | NSFW, Soft Smut ™, Slow Burn Babeyyy WORD COUNT: 9k (i have nothing to say for myself) CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption (because I am sora and I am a grown woman who likes to write about alcohol), profanity (not a lot but enough), angst galore, a sprinkle of fluff because it's cute decorations, unprotected sex (when will they learn???), groping, sloppy kisses because ace is passionate and means well but he is also eager, that being said oral female receiving with some sloppy head, nipple play, plenty of ass grabbing, biting, ace talks way too much for his own good, he is silly and just says things, and it might be embarrassing but that's just how he is, you know i love my repeating themes so if you hate that please stay away!!, is a hurricane/storm a warning? then yes, i guess dangerous time to be partying and having sexy but these are pirates, handjob, what else?, oh jealous ace is amazing, also flirty marco because i love marco sue me A SUMMARY: Ace comes aboard the Moby Dick, fire in his fists, fire in his eyes. Y/N wants to know his reason for fighting, but curiosity is a beast of a burden, and when feelings get swept up in the heat of his storm, Ace has to make a choice between reason and his heart.

I - A Disturbance : Wind & Fire

You were born in summer heat. Your mother's arms welcomed you into her world, sticky with sweat but full to the brim with love. Her plush lips against your temple, baptize you with a kiss. You grow, not like a palm tree all spindly trunk and leafy green top, but like a wild hibiscus tree; small and closely rooted to the ground with bushy branches covered in small leaves reaching out to the horizon. Like the Hibiscus, you dance in the wind, laughter trailing behind you. In your hair, its red flower entangles in curls. The sparkling water of the beach is always warm when you swim it. Your mother grows weary of warning you about the currents, and the treacherous waves. Eventually she gives up, names you her little mermaid, and braids beads into your hair that sparkle in the sun. Despite your mother's warnings you always find yourself there, at the cliff by the sea.

He is born in secret. He's born because there's nothing left. A mother's dying wish whispered into the soft spot on his head, to a dark curl who can't remember the words. In time, he runs as fast as his legs can carry him, through forests, creeks and mud. On the creak of the branches under his feet he tries to find that elusive promise; words he had sworn he never heard but somehow left a gaping hole. Sometimes he thinks he hears them in the howling wind. Sometimes he only feels it on the heat of his skin, when the sun is blistering hot above him. Heart torn in two, he always finds himself there, on a cliff looking out at the sea.

Like a Siren, it calls to them. On the horizon, the sun blinks as it sinks under the water, a fading beacon. The wind whips around their shoulders, tussling their hair with heated fingers. In their ears it whispers: come find me, I've been waiting.

You leave to the sea, as your mother always feared. She's inconsolable at the dock. You laugh to keep from crying, and wipe away her tears with the back of a small hand. She makes you promise to look out for yourself. Don't dive into the sea, she warns you with furrowed brows. Don't be impulsive. Don't head straight into storms. They forgive no one. You brush her worries aside with a kiss on her temple, before you bolt aboard the ship.

Several adventures later, you're aboard the Whitebeard Pirates ship. You offer your knowledge and skills in medicine; pair it with a big bright smile and hope for the best. Lady Luck favors you, beckons you with curling fingers. Another nurse is just what their ship needed—at least for now. Marco takes good care of you. He is patient, and kind. He is also easy on the eyes. It doesn't take long before you're being saddled with responsibilities.

You try your best, thinking your experience in wound care is your strongest skill among a ship of pirates. You did not share their strength, and undying courage but you did have wit, and you have a sharp tongue. You wielded them when necessary, the edge of your words a sharp scalpel. If you throw your words out fast enough, hard enough to kick up some dust they might not call you on your bluff. Compared to them, you couldn't help but feel like a soothing passing wind; barely noticed before you were gone, no impact, no trace left behind.

His entrance is violent, and eruptive. His presence disturbs the way of things, sending invisible critters scattering to seek refuge. You think you feel suffocating heat when you first see him. Portgas D. Ace is a forest fire at full flame, determined to devour everything, before you even noticed a spark. His eyes incinerate everything he glares at, thick brows furrowed together for so long you fear they are glued that way. Where his crew seemed agreeable even, accepting of their fates, he grew more restless by the day. You had to admire his tenacity. The sheer force of destruction his willpower possessed was alluring; dangerously seductive.

When he tries to take Whitebeard down for the 11th time, Marco is sick of it, and delegates you to the task. You swallow thickly, avoiding his gaze. You think Ace must not be a man of many words, as conversation is clipped and forced. It was just as well. The task was distracting enough. You try to remind yourself to keep your fingers moving as they brush over his skin when you apply antiseptic to gashes on his chest. He hisses, forcing your eyes up and away from the freckles you had been counting. His eye are dark pools that pull you into their depths, so deep you think they're bottomless. In your mind, your mother's warning echoes.

Don't dive into the sea.

You blink, and look away, feeling heat spread across your cheek; splotches of shame kept in secret. You try to focus instead, on the gauze on your hand, the warmth of his body under your fingers when you press it against his open wounds. You look up through your lashes when you apply pressure, wondering if a day would come when he didn't seem so closed off—so intriguingly unavailable. His jaw is set, teeth clenched so tightly all the time, you had half a mind to inspect his molars for cracks. His eyes flicker towards you and you pretend to inspect the bruise on his temple. You press a tentative finger against it, wondering if you could dip your fingertips into his thoughts that way. When he flinches, you move back to the gauze, wrap his wounds with soft bandage.

Your hands on his chest, you feel heat radiate from him, feel his heart beating steadily underneath. A heart never lied, each beat a tell tale sign. You try to listen closely to each secret told in a pulse against your palm.

Don't be impulsive.

You were never good at listening to your mother. Your mouth was quicker than your mind; traitorous and vile.

“Why do you keep fighting, if you can't win?” you ask him, slapping the bandages for good measure; assuring they stick, and assuring your message goes through. Ace flinches, and reaches for your wrist. His grip is strong, thick fingers wrapping around the width of your wrist. For a fleeting moment, you know you should fear him. You have seen what he's capable of, but the heat from his hand melts away all preconceived notions.

“Sometimes,” he says blinking down at you. His brows are furrowed together—they always are. You see his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows. His thumb brushes once against the inside of your wrist. You think you hear a call—someone shouting from the sea. “Sometimes, you fight anyway. If it means protecting people you care about.” He lets you go, and you instinctively pull back, bringing your arm to your chest. He watches you fuss over your wrist momentarily before closing his eyes. He looks pained, and before you can offer him painkillers he's speaking again: “Maybe it's all I know how to do.”

II – The Depression : A Flickering Flame

He didn't mind at first, but now it felt like he shouldn't be there.

He shouldn't be sitting on the edge of the thin mattress of the nurses station. He shouldn't stand still when your short fingers tentatively palpated his injuries. He shouldn't watch you, like a seagull over water, searching—praying, as your teeth sank into the plushness of your bottom lip.

There was so much he should and shouldn't do, he no longer could keep it together. Ignoring you seemed like the right decision. It should have been easy. You were the enemy, if he wanted to be fastidious about it. A member of the Whitebeards Pirate was just someone else standing in the way of his goal. Most of all, his pride couldn't stand it. It couldn't stand the disappointed look in your dark eyes, and the way your mouth would twist into a little smirk when he would walk in. It couldn't stand the way you would immediately retract from him at the slightest hint of discomfort, how you would look at him like he was a wounded bird, wings teared at the joints, unable to fly again, sentenced to death.

It was pride that kept his mouth sealed shut. It was pride that stapled his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He wished pride would leave him blind instead. He wished to not notice how soft your hands are, how small and cute your hands were against his chest. He wished to not notice how he becomes disgustingly interested in your short chubby fingers, and wonders what kind of reaction he'd get if he could nibble on one or two. He wished to not notice how obsessive his thoughts are over the appearance of your skin; golden, and glowing on the apples of your cheek—how soft they looked. He wished he didn't think about it at night, when darkness wrapped her arms around him tightly. He wished he didn't think about your lashes, the look you give him through them that fills his mind with smoke.

Racing thoughts, and a racing mind. It took everything in him to keep them quiet. Your voice is soft when you speak, and his lips part, a beating heart trying to scream but no sound comes out. His cheeks feel hot, and he swallows awkward conversation prompts down. He chooses, instead, to fix his thoughts on something else, something more urgent: like how to defeat Whitebeard.

He simply couldn't afford to dawdle with you. Ace never thought twice on taking on a challenge, but you were a chasm he couldn't bring himself to jump across. If he missed, the fall could be deadly. He blinks when you speak again, your eyes fixated on his face. Ace quirks his left brow, and thinks he's offended you. He wants to speak quickly, heart beating against the sinew and bone keeping it prisoner, but the words tangle in his throat.

The door creaks open, and Marco walks in. You look away from Ace and smile at Marco, before forcing two round white pills into the crook of Ace's palm.

“Make sure you take those,” you tell him, as you force his fist closed. “You hit your head pretty good.” You reach up to rap your knuckles against the side of Ace's head lightly. “Gotta try to save whatever brain cell's are left fighting for their lives in there.”

Marco laughs as you stand up. Ace hears you chuckling lightly, as it grows into laughter. He takes a sharp breath through an open mouth, watches you as you turn to look at him over a shoulder.

He wishes pride would hurry the fuck up and blind him. He wishes it so bad, he crushes the pills in his fist into dust.

The sight of your ass stretching the nurse's uniform fills him with a heat he's not very familiar with. It settles at the pit of his stomach, and he stares at the door even after you leave. It isn't until Marco speaks that he brings himself back to the present.

“Why don't you join, Ace?” Marco asks, as he settles on the stool you were sitting on moments prior. Ace frowns down at it, annoyed at his thoughts—he wondered if it was still warm, and he hated that Marco would know the answer. “You know, it's not a bad deal. He treats us like his sons. We're all a little lost out here, kid. You don't have to be alone.”

Ace scoffs, mouth twisted into a crooked smile. He tilts his head as he watches Marco, trying to swallow the bitterness in the back of his mouth. His heart lurches, and he shuts his eyes. If he closes them tightly enough, perhaps the hopeless dream will go away. He never had a father figure, and never needed one. It was a lie he recited at night; a prayer to a faceless God.

“I don't need a father,” he mumbles at last, picking at a string on one leg of his shorts. Marco laughs. Ace looks up, frown back in place.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Marco agrees, reaching up to rub the back of his head. “But why don't you try? What do you got to lose? It's not like you have any manners.” Ace begins to protest but Marco's laughter caught him off again. “And you might learn how to properly talk to a lady.”

Ace thinks his head might start catching fire. He pats his hair quickly.

“I don't need any help with that!” he says loudly, an elbow digging into a thigh as he leans forward to scowl at Marco.

“Oh, yeah?” Marco says trying to keep his laughter at bay. His smile is crooked, and insufferable. “Is that why you looked like a fish gaping for air when I walked in? Very convincing.”

Just when Ace thinks there is no way he could be more embarrassed, he feels his blush deepening, freckles almost obfuscated. He promises Marco to think about it, and he does his best, but thoughts of you plague him afterward. Your laughter that carried in the wind to him, the way it felt like it sank into his scars, the way it burned and made new ones in return.

III – A Simmering Storm

The needle on his back, sinks into his skin time and time again, embedding ink to stay forever. It is liberating, in a sense, marking himself with a brand of his own choosing. So much unlike the one stamped upon him at the time of his birth; the son of a monster, a nuisance, someone not worthy of the space they took up in the world. No longer did he have to search for reason, or an excuse. Ace could simply be, and he welcomed his newfound drop of happiness with a toothy grin.

A celebration at him joining the ranks, and being able to be commander of the second division seemed a bit over the top but he liked merriment—and the food and alcohol was too enticing. The darkening clouds in the distance threatened to dampen his mood, and the crowd on the deck of Moby Dick. Murmurs spread the word of an oncoming storm but nobody seems particularly worried. The only thing on their mind is how fast they could drink and eat before they got rained out.

The only thing on your mind was the blooming ache in your chest. You try to soothe it with a hand, smearing your palm against your voluminous chest. The crop top is soft under your skin. You try to memorize this, instead of the radiant smile on Ace's face. He had never seemed so undoubtedly happy as he did now. A different feeling settled between your ribs, a pang so bitter it causes you to hiss. Jealousy was a monster you squashed down with angry fists every time you saw one of the nurses place a hand on Ace's bicep. You never thought you would have to beat it down into submission while picturing the face of your own captain.

You're happy for him, truly. You mutter to yourself, over and over, drink after drink. You're elated, even, that he has finally come to accept the bright side of things. You're happy that he has been given a position that you feel is well earned, one that you hope he can excel at.

You're happy for him. You really are.

You're so fucking happy it hurts to breathe. You force another deep breath into your lungs, the air is humid and the scent of rain floods your senses. You blink back the wetness in your eyes, and when Marco asks if you are okay you blame pollen. Marco tilts his head, but chooses not to pursue the subject. Instead, he swaps your empty cup with his. You barely notice. You're too busy thinking about where the sea will take Ace next.

Something in your chest seizes—panic, or fear. It rises like heat from the ground, a crackling electricity flying up through the stale air that keeps you trapped on the ground. You try not to move too much, you fear jostling your thoughts, fear that if they move too much—touch a certain way, sparks would fly, singing you to a crisp; charred and useless.

He is happy, truly.

It wasn't something he could have ever dreamed of or imagined. He smiles as people congratulate him. Alcohol tastes sweet on his heavy tongue. He barely tastes his food as he pummels it into his mouth. He pictures what it would be like, sailing away from this ship, to complete tasks he would be responsible for. He pictures what it would be like to tend to his own wounds, what it would be like to sit at whatever island he found, and not hear your laugh.

He is happy. He really is.

He's so fucking happy, he thinks he feels sick. It's not anxiety. Ace could never admit that. Anxiety over what? He did not fear death. He never had a good reason for living anyway. You could only fear death if you were bound to the living. Then what was binding him to this ship? It felt like a vortex, a cone ensnaring him and trapping him to his spot; a gust of wind that kept bringing him back to you, no matter how many times he moved around this damned ship.

He tries moving again, taking his mug of beer with him. You bump into him with your ass against his. He turns around, ready to pick a fight but sees your heated cheeks instead. You mumble an apology that he laughs off. His hand moves before he controls it, and he ruffles your hair—something he knows you loathe.

“I'm not a puppy,” you hiss, pursing your lips. Ace drinks quickly from his mug, to refrain from sighing.

“Then why do you look like one?” he asks you, and leaves through the crowd. You lose track of him quickly, and decide to stomp around on the spot. It was easier than to think about the way he had looked at you, and how it had set your face on fire.

You do your best to mingle. You notice he does the same, but you're never far from each other. It feels comical in a strangely annoyingly tragic way. When you squeeze between Thatch and Izou to refill your cup, your hand brushes against something warm. You follow the hand to see Ace's tattooed bicep. When your eyes meet, thunder splits the sky. You move quickly, wordlessly, determined not to see his face against for the rest of the night.

The sea has other plans. The ship begins to move more than usual, and your legs still not quite so strong, threaten to have you rolling over. You blame the alcohol of course, when you land on Izou's back. He steadies you with a tight smile as you giggle, and spins you in place trying to send you in the opposite direction but your eyes meet Ace's again. The ship lurches, and you stumble forward. His body is warm, and inviting, you giggle at the ridiculous situation—as people continue to bump into each other mid-party. You try to move again, but your legs betray you. His arms hold you up, and brings you closer to him. Your body is soft against his, plush and delightful. You look up at him with a tiny small, eyes hazy from the alcohol, and Ace swears he hears the sky split open.

You're on your way again before he can say anything else. It was probably for the best. He loses track of how much he drinks. He could still feel his face, could still keep track of his thoughts—filled to the brim with you, and concludes he clearly hasn't drunk enough. He holds on to this as he grips the railing so tight, it cracks under his fingers at the sight of you with Marco.

Marco was so kind, and so friendly. His hands were soft around your waist. You know it was shameful, to giggle at all his silly little jokes, but the alcohol has you feeling weightless—for once. You almost don't feel the wind against your cheeks, you don't feel it whipping your hair around. You let Marco pull you closer, his hand pressed against the small of your back. It was better this way. It was better Marco than a ship sailing to a destination unknown.

He drops the mug of beer. It splashes on the deck, and he feels liquid splash against his knee. Ace clenches a fist as he moves, fire erupting from his knuckles before it swallows his hand whole. Drops from the sky grow heavier. They sizzle as they reach his wrist, little wispy vapor rising from the flames like warning flags. Ace breathes through his nose and wills himself to smother the flames. They die out by the time he reaches you, but there's a fire in his chest, flames behind his eyes he can't control.

The sight of Marco's hand very comfortable in the small of your back almost threatens to set him on fire again. Marco's mouth is so close to your ear, Ace thinks he must smell the lotion off your skin the same way he smelled it off you so many times before; the one that always drove him mad, who forced him to imagine tropical islands, to dream of coconuts and beaches, of you and sandy dunes. Your smile takes his breath away, and when he sees it's aimed at Marco it fills his lungs with lead instead. Your lashes flutter, and Ace sees a drop of water fall and cling to the apple of one your cheeks. He follows its path until it rolls off from your jaw.

As the last rays of light glints on the surface of it, a spark goes off.

His hand is around your wrist. Marco moves away slightly, only pulling away to look at Ace with a quizzical expression. His smile is frozen in place as he tries to assess the situation. He laughs, and naturally Ace feels like he should punch him in the mouth for it. Marco looks over to you, to pull a response from you when he begins to talk but your eyes are nowhere near on him. You are too focused on Ace's face instead.

You zone in on the arch of his left eyebrow, the narrowing of his dark eyes, the slight curl of his top lip. Rain starts pouring down. You watch rivulets of water streak down the side of his face. You try to breathe as he watches you, try not to think about his fingers wrapped around your wrist but you can't stop yourself from wanting to know. You want to know what it means. You want to decipher that look in his eyes, the dark clouds forming, the way you think you see lightning.

Your mother's words ring one more time. Don't head straight into storms.

A gust sweeps you off your feet, a dream so airy and full of promises you think you can fall forever if it meant he'd look at you this way for another breath, and another.

IV – The Hurricane

It wasn't enough.

He could consume every drop of alcohol aboard the Moby Dick, pour into his mouth ounce after ounce like his life depended on it, and it still wouldn't be enough.

There's nothing, not a sobering thought, not the lightning in the sky, not the dark clouds in the distance, that could free him from the hold you have on him. Your eyes are so big and round you remind him of the softness he hated in himself, the same he tried to strangle with his own hands. In you, it only made him want to kiss you. Right there. Right now. Ace swallows down the last of his apprehensions. He tightens his grip around your wrist, and thinks everyone and everything could go to hell and stay there. If he caused a scene by dragging you away, he simply did not care.

Nature had other plans. The wind picks up, the sea fights back. Waves rise, and rock the Moby Dick—a feat that's not as easy as it sounds. Marco gives you one last look before he scrambles away, shouting orders to the crew. They desperately climb to close the sails, but you can't finish watching them work. Ace drags you away from the deck, down a path you're ashamed to be familiar with.

In his room, he finally lets you go and you stumble forward with momentum. You hear the door close, and a lock click. You spin around belatedly, trying to keep your arms from swinging too much and losing your balance to see Ace's back pressed against the door.

He watches you from where he stood, hair soaked through. His raven curls are slicked against his forehead, so he runs a large hand through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face. He can't be bothered to find his hair a nuisance. Not when you're standing in front of him, wet from head to toe. You're out of your nurses' uniform, something he is not used to seeing. Your hair is lose and partially wet, wavy tendrils sticking to your cheeks and shoulders. Your round face looks precious, he swallows as he fights the urge to cradle it in his hands. Your wide eyed expression forces a chuckle out of him, one he tries to hide on the back of one hand.

He notices belatedly, and with a little remorse, the slight blue tint on your bottom lip and the redness on your cheeks. Your eyes are hazy, heavy lidded, and he tilts his head at you, dopey smile on his face.

“You were having fun,” he mentions, eyes trailing away from your cheeks to your torso, the dips on your sides that make your waist. The soft rolls that settle there make him want to touch you. He raps his knuckles on the door behind him instead, fingers tapping without rhythm; anything, and everything to keep himself controlled, especially at the sight of your wide hips, the thickness of your thighs.

“Yeah, I was actually,” you finally find your voice to speak. You swallow with difficulty, slapping a hand against a thigh, over your wet jeans. “Anyway,” you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose. You should stay focused. You do your best, but the sight of Ace's bare chest reminds you of how warm he is and how frigid your fingers currently are. You'd love to warm them up right now, skim them over his toned abs. “Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” he asks you quietly.

“Drag me here. Can't you see?” you start, licking your lips, feeling very very parched when you follow the small trail of hair beginning at the bottom of Ace's belly button, and disappearing underneath his shorts. “I have working legs!” You make a show of lifting each one, one at a time, and pointing obnoxiously. “See? Perfectly healthy.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, pushing away from the door. He walks slowly towards you, steps hesitant and careful. His eyes roam over your body. You watch him drag his gaze from the top of your head, to your feet, and back up again at an excruciatingly slow pace. Your heart accelerates, and it thunders in your ears. “You're perfectly healthy,” his voices comes in softer now that he's standing in front of you. “I can see that.” Ace hands wrap around the roundness of your shoulders. He slides them down slowly from the short sleeves of your crop top, thick callused fingers skimming along the back of your plush and soft biceps. Your skin is soft, tantalizing. It feels as if he shouldn't touch you. It feels sinful, something he has no privilege to but he continues anyway, down to your wrists until his fingers grip yours gently. Ace tightens his hold on your hands and pulls you closer to him.

He wraps your arms around his waist. You don't fight him. You move; a leaf carried in the wind. Your fingers grip around his belt loops, as he dips his face to the crook of your neck. His hot breath fans against your skin, when he drops the softest kiss—his lips, or the wind, you're not sure. He nuzzles the exposed skin, using his nose to move the neckline of your crop top as much as he can to drop more soft kisses. You're colder than he expected, so he holds you tighter, until your softness fills all his hard edges and gaps. Your curves are a pleasant surprise. He had expected some of it from the way you filled the skirt of your uniform but seeing you out of it had been a vision he shouldn't be worthy of.

He shouldn't be worthy of any of it. He shouldn't enjoy the way your hips feel under his hands, but he still runs them over them up and down, over and over again. He shouldn't enjoy their width, the way the flesh caves under his grip, how his fingers dig deep and it still isn't enough to touch all of you. He shouldn't enjoy the way your skin feels so impossibly soft against his lips, as if it melts under his heat; snow under a sunny sky. He shouldn't enjoy the scent of your skin, the scent of your lotion that brings him to the brink of madness. He shouldn't enjoy the way you sigh his name when he sucks on your pulse, and grabs your ass. He shouldn't tell you the way he thinks no matter how much alcohol swims in his veins. He shouldn't tell you the way he feels, but words bubble up his throat and out his mouth—a freshwater brook whose source he can't define.

“You feel so good,” he moans against your ear, when he pushes his hips forward. Your eyes flutter at the feel of his erection against the softness of your belly. “I love touching you, Mermaid.” The nickname usually bothers you; given in passing because you loved swimming in the sea despite the dangers, but from his lips it feels like a spoken song; a poem only for you. “You smell so good,” he licks the shell of your ear, bites on the sensitive cartilage on top. You gasp, and dig your nails into his back, desperately holding on to whatever was left of your self preservation. “Do you know how sick I was?” He thinks he should punish you, and so he does, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. You yelp, and slap his back but it doesn't deter him. He smiles against your skin, licks the blooming bruise with a flat and sloppy tongue. “When Marco's hands were all over you. I thought I was going to burn. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand a second of it.”

His words sound desperate. You try to stay present by drawings circles on his back with your fingertips. The storm screams outside the room. You hear the wind pick up its shrill song, tinny and distant. Water pelts against the small circular window on the door, a drumming sound that soon grows deafening.

“Ace,” you try to interrupt his rambling, but his hands are tangled in your hair. His lips brush against your temple, before he speaks against your head.

“I felt sick watching you. It felt like I was in pain,” he groans into your hair. His hips press against you again. You bite down on your lip hard enough to inflict pain. You rub circles on his back, and force yourself to focus once more. His words come in belatedly, sound traveling a long distance in the air. You press your small hands against his chest.

“Where does it hurt?” you ask him, brows furrowing together. Leave it to Ace, to be injured in a moment like this. You shake your head, not sure to trust yourself or his words. You should have drank less. You should have stayed away from Ace. You should have left with Marco instead. Ace presses his forehead against yours. His breath tickles your nose. He moves his hand over yours. His fingers clutches your hand, and warmth seeps from him to you. You feel it sink it, seep into the rest of your arm and down to your elbow leaving a tingling sensation.

“Here,” he breathes out in a whisper. He squeezes your hand, presses it closer to his chest. “In here.” He pats your hand once, and again, repeatedly in a rhythm that matches his heart beating under your palm. Ace moves slowly, and gently brushes his nose against yours. His heart beats faster under your hand. Your eyes are tethered to his mouth. You can't look away from the sight of his lips parting, as if he couldn't catch his breath. You feel your mouth do the same, feel the air in your lungs run out; breathing is not enough, nothing is enough. His head tilts, and you follow his lead; reflections on still water.

“Idiot,” you finally whisper, a breathy laugh bouncing away from your mouth. He feels it reach his lips, and he swallows it whole in his mouth. “You mean your heart?”

“Yeah,” he admits fighting a smile, his lips brushing against yours. “My heart.”

You should laugh it off. You shouldn't take him seriously. A drunken confession would be forgotten the moment the sun rose again but there is a screaming in the back of her mind—distant and ancient like Sirens on rocky shores. The storm grows louder outside. You had always thought you were a serene passing wind, something to soothe and lick old wounds better; something to be forgotten once you left, but the heat of Ace's breath against your mouth, spun around you in circles. It transformed you into something bigger than you thought you could be. You wanted to be bigger. You wanted to be something destructive, something that would tear him from limb to limb, leave him with the wreckage of your path so he could have something to remember you by when he was gone.

You reach out, hands seeking a target. You clasp his face as you smash your mouth against his. He hums into the kiss. It's clumsy and forceful. You leave him no room to push back, no gap to slip his tongue past your defenses. It isn't until he is grabbing fistfuls of your ass to pull you closer to him, to rub his bulge against your belly once more that you concede. You gasp, and it's the only weakness he needs to exploit. His tongue strokes against yours, hunger forcing him to be overzealous. He is sloppy, and imprecise, kisses so wet saliva coats your lips, making them shiny under the yellow sconce's lights of the room. Ace knows he should slow down, show a little finesse but your ass feels divine in his hands. He had been watching it the whole time during the party, watched you saunter back and forth, hips swaying; teasing him.

He moves against you, and you step backwards, the ship swaying enough to make you forget your route. You land against the wall with a thud, your plush ass making you bounce slightly in Ace's embrace. He laughs against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. “Nice,” he mumbles before he takes your bottom lip for a long and noisy suck. “It's like a safeguard.”

You groan, hands traveling down the wideness of his back, and over his shorts. They settle over his ass, and you return the favor, digging your fingers into the muscle. He groans loudly, pushes his hips immediately against yours and grinds against your lower belly. The smell of wine on your mouth threatens to intoxicate him further. He closes his eyes as he pushes against you, feeling precum starting to soak through his underwear. Your tongue feels perfect in his mouth. He sucks on it time and time again, taken in by the sheer softness of it. How it doesn't feel unfamiliar at all, as if he had kissed you thousands of times before.

He wished he had kissed you that many times already. He wished he could tuck away those memories somewhere no one could take them away from him.

Every time he kisses you, it feels like dying, and it feels like coming back to life. You've died hundreds of times already, hundreds of little deaths by his hands and by every stroke of his tongue. You think you smell smoke in his hair when he holds you close, when he whispers sweet things in your ear before biting down your neck, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. His hands are weapons he uses to tear your down. Their heat eviscerates all your defenses. It kills you how they feel so hot, even over your clothes. How when he drags his palms over your belly, you want to feel them lower, towards the center of your legs. Your belly is soft, and pliable, he squeezes and kneads until he memorizes it. His hands move to your sides, where he grips the soft flesh, the rolls that are tender in his hold.

Your cheeks color, and your heart flutters. Embarrassed, you swat his hands, and move them away from your waist.

“Don't push my hands away,” he says annoyed, going back to grab your sides. “Before I--”

You cut him off with a kiss, pressing your mouth hotly against his. You wrap your arms around his neck. “Shut up,” you say breaking the kiss. You kiss the corner of his mouth, and up his jawline. “If you say it—I'll leave.” You press your mouth against his pulse, and a soft spot behind his head. “I'll walk out right now. Don't even say it.”

He kisses you, and you crumple under the weight of it. It feels like a last desperate attempt at silencing you, at keeping you here with him. His heart is in tatters. He tries to ignore the debris of it, the way it splinters off into pieces. Ace deepens his kisses, crushes you against his chest, and traps you tightly between him and the wall. He knows the truth. He knows the more he kisses you, the more he'll discover all the things he wondered about you, the more he'll become familiar with your softness—the more he'll miss you. A feeling of unworthiness crawls out of a well. He tries to smother it with another kiss, one you moan into. You bring a leg up and he holds on to it, hooks it around a hip and pushes against you, his cock feeling painfully hard. He thrusts his hips, and he tries to forget every touch of your fingers on his back, how your trail them along his muscles, leaving memories in them he could never forget, memories you shouldn't give him so willingly.

He should be the one to walk out without a further word. If it hurt you, it would mean you'd never look at him again. That was the right thing to do. He should let you go immediately. He should stop craving the heat of your body. He should stop pushing against you, and moaning into the crook of your neck, giving into every desire and fantasy that had filled his body since he met you.

He should. But he couldn't stop himself from being selfish. Just this once. For once, he wants to seize a semblance of happiness by his own hands without needing a reason for it—without needing a reason to simply exist.

Ace brings you to his bed, pushes you down until you're seated on the edge of his mattress. He kneels before you. You blink, mouth surprisingly dry considering all the wet sloppy kisses Ace had been giving you. You lick your swollen lips, and think you taste beer in the corner of your mouth; residual of Ace's conquest. Ace kisses your cheeks—one at a time. He reaches around you to the bow holding your crop top together. He unties it easily, and just as easily pulls it over your head. You don't know where it lands, and it honestly doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the way Ace's eyes land on your breasts, the way he licks his lips as if he's gearing up for a feast.

He wasn't expecting you to not a have a bra, but he couldn't complain either way. Once again, he is amazed at his sheer stupidity. How he had never noticed the size of your breasts, how large they were and how beautifully they hanged from your frame. He swallows thickly, wishing he had done this sooner. He presses his mouth against the middle of your chest, hands tentatively taking in the weight of your breasts. He palms them gently, cupping and lifting as he moves his fingers. His intentions are well meant. Ace would love to take his time with you, but you react so deliciously when he flicks his thumbs over your hardened nipples, mewling against the top of his head that he felt like he had no choice.

If his hand felt like furnaces, his mouth is incomparably vicious. The heat of his tongue is paralyzing. When he sucks on a nipple, his free hand twisting the other one between thumb and index finger, your toes curl. Your panties cling to your folds, covered in your slick since earlier. You whimper, embarrassed and aroused as Ace continues his streamlined assault. His teeth leave marks over the swell of your breasts. You respond to every lick and nibble he gives. Your soft moans leave goosebumps on his skin, reminding him that this is him making you moan, him who has you scraping your nails against his scalp.

He shouldn't—but he smiles—thinking Marco can go kick rocks. He bites down on a nipple, a bit too hard, at the thought. He should mark you more, lest anyone get any ideas.

And like that, his heart aches. Ace sighs against the side of your breast, licks over a bruise in apology. He shakes his head, trying to dislodge thoughts that had no business polluting his mind. He wonders what would happen if he leaves you for too long. Would you move on? His fingers stumble to unbutton your jeans so he tries again. Of course, you would. Who wouldn't? Marco seems to like you, and what's not to like about Marco?

Desperate, he finally unhooks the button. You fall back on the mattress with a surprised squeak when he pushes you. Ace tugs your jeans off. You see him standing between your legs, as he unbuckles his belt, and drops his shorts. You hear the thud on the ground, the creak of the mattress as he joins you.

He cages you in, and you immediately reach out. Your fingers splay against his broad chest. His shoulders are wide, and strong, muscles rippling with every movement he makes. The yellow lighting of the sconces compliment the golden tone of his skin. You bite your lip, and rub your legs together, deeply aroused when you brush your fingertips against his muscular abs. Lightning strikes, and bathes him in a flashing white light. You see for a moment, every freckle on his shoulder, and chest. You run your fingers over them, connecting the dots, making up little galaxies on his chest and shoulders and committing them to memory. You'd remember these later, on lonely nights, and hold your hand to the ceiling, pretending that if you trace over the memory of them you could bring Ace back to you like a spell; like a wish.

His kisses scatter your thoughts, little stars clouding your vision. His mouth is on your neck, and on your chest. Heated, and wet. He leaves hot wet trails of saliva wherever he goes, coating you with his smell. He kisses your belly, and nibbles on the soft flesh underneath your belly button. His fingers dancing over your thighs. Ace moves lower as you hum, parts your legs to drop kisses on the inside of your thighs. For a split second, you consider being embarrassed at the state of your arousal but you are past the point of caring. Soaked right through your panties, all you want is for Ace to keep kissing you.

He smells you before he sees it—before he sees the big wet spot in your underwear. Ace chuckles, and you reach out to swat at his head but he is faster than you—as usual. He grabs your wrist and kisses the inside of your palm.

“Don't be like that, Mermaid,” he says in a good mood, smile wide and crooked. He looks up at you through black lashes, a faint flush over his cheeks. “I know how much you love being wet.”

You think about screaming, and beating him senseless for saying something so embarrassing but when he pulls your panties down in one quick move you are left speechless. Just as quickly, his mouth is on your pussy. He gives long, meticulous licks; ones he uses to slurp up every drop of your arousal. He uses his fingers to part your folds, and traces your slit with the flat of his tongue. Your back arches, and you moan loudly, hands flying to tangle in his black curls. He is noisy, but he does not miss a spot. He slurps up a lip, sucks on it gently. He flicks his tongue around your sensitive nub, making you shiver and tremble.

Just when you think you can't take the heat of his mouth any longer, Ace pulls your lips apart again, and slips his tongue inside your aching pussy. He thrusts it in and out, upping the pace the more you moan. He slurps up, wet and noisy to suck on your clit. His fingers tease your entrance before he slips two inside you. He scissors his fingers inside, the squelching so loud and lewd, you're forced to slap a hand to cover your mouth. It is sinful, and you wonder if you should worry when you grow hornier the louder the wet sounds get. He curves his fingers, seeking out that spot that makes your toes curl. His moans against your clit as he sucks vibrates against you, and you cry out as you cum. Your pussy flutters around his fingers as you reach your peak, little tremors running their course throughout your body.

The way you look so disheveled makes him want to stay down there longer. He'd love nothing more than to feast on your pussy all night long, but his throbbing cock is becoming increasingly harder to ignore. He moves to climb over you, but the ship tilts when a particularly large wave comes. Ace sways, but you reach out to grab him by the arm before he rolls off the bed. You pull him towards you, and laugh at Ace's shocked expression. He laughs with you for a moment, before it dies out. Your eyes captivate him—their sparkle too bright to be dimmed by the yellow lighting of the room, or even by the darkness of the storm outside the room. Ace kisses your cheek, and licks your ear. He laughs into your hair when you yelp, and hit his shoulder with a tiny fist, your own laughter overtaking his.

“Your laughs always carries so easily,” he says quietly, a hand brushing hair away from your face. You wrinkle your nose up at him. “You know that? I always hear you wherever I go.”

There's a breath that refuses to come back to you. It stays there behind Ace's smile. You swallow, following the path of his trail of dark hair that starts at his belly button. You grip the tip of his cock gently, and watch his brows knit together, teeth clenching to keep from moaning. You brush a thumb against his slit. His lips part, eyes fluttering close, and as you squeeze your hand down his shaft, he lets go; a moan flying past the front of his teeth. He is thick in your hands. You move them gently at first, taking in the sight of him above you. His dark hair spilled around him like a curtain.

His eyes that he fights so hard to keep open but flutter close every time you squeeze his pink tip just right. He cusses under his breath, upset he can't watch you jerk him off, how he can't keep the sight of your white teeth sinking into your berry colored bottom lip in his vision.

You are mesmerized by the sight of him. You try your best to commit to memory the planes of his face, the sharpness of his jawline. You rub your legs together as you stroke, enjoying the way your slick slides down your thighs. You love how vulnerable he looks, how soft his expressions is as he gives in to you, his dark lashes that flutter open and close, the freckles on the bridge of his nose; everything leaves their residue behind like sticky fingers on glass.

You feel his hand swat yours away from his cock. “Stop,” he whines in a hiss, eyes opening partially. He frowns down at you, cheeks bright red, mouth hanging open. “I don't want to cum like that. I want to cum inside you. With you.” There's no time to think, you feel him shift your legs, and feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushes inside you, slowly, inch by inch. Your mouth drops open, a sound that refuses to leave your body. When he bottoms out, you moan gently, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Your thighs are thick and plush as they tighten around his strong hips. Ace feels as he would be swallowed whole—like a small vessel in a raging sea. If you wanted to drown him, he'd let you, if that's what you really wanted. He grunts with every slow thrust of his hips, wanting to feel you first, let you adjust around him. He's only begun, but he feels you fluttering around his cock, senses the tightening of your grasp around his shoulders.

He picks up the pace, as the storm rages. You're panting against his hear, so loud that even the thunder can't drown you out when you moan. Lightning splits the sky, over and over, bathing your sweaty body underneath him in bright white. He tries to remember the pieces of you, the soft breasts pressed against his chest, the sight of his cock disappearing into your soaking pussy. He tries to remember the sound of the rain, how it compliments your voice when you sigh into his neck. He pushes against you faster, deeper, your moans grow closer and louder. The scent of rain and wet wood floods the room along with the scent of your arousal. Ace can almost taste it on his tongue all over again, as he breathes through his mouth, panting loudly—moaning when you clench around his cock again.

His cologne makes you delirious—mahogany, and sweet blossoms, or it's the thickness of his cock or both. You bite his neck, scream into the crook of his neck when he picks you up slightly by the hips, when he angles his thrusts and slaps his hips against yours viciously enough to bruise. His cock pushes against your gummy walls, stretching you out until it's almost painful. He is so hot and warm inside you, you feel like you're melting, as if your body is built by nothing but pleasure and pleasure alone. You bite his shoulders, leaving marks behind. Your attack is as relentless as his thrusts. You continue to sink your teeth into his shoulders, and his neck, you nibble at his jawline.

He loves it. He loves the pain you leave behind. Ace digs his fingers into your hair, and he tilts his neck to give you more access—anything to keep you going. He groans with every thrust into your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your thick and plush ass so noisily he worries for a second someone might hear.

“Go ahead,” he whispers to you when you nibble on his neck once more, groaning right after. “Make it hurt.” It is a fitting punishment, he thinks. Pain always left the deepest scars. If it was you, he'd take the scars with him.

The wind picks up more, the shrill tinny scream rises, banging against the round window on his door. It pounds at the glass, demanding tribute. Ace cries out when your pussy clenches around his cock, his body tensing before it relaxes at his climax. He releases, spilling into you, hot cum that oozes slightly out of your cunt. You stay tangled with him in his bed sheets, lightning coloring your bodies in bright white every now and then. Heat envelops the room, a humidity so thick it feels suffocating; muggy. Your bodies covered in sweat, are slippery, almost uncomfortable but you don't care.

You don't care about the incessant heat beaming off his body, you don't care how his hair sticks to your skin when he nuzzles in your neck, you don't care bout the storm outside the door, the angry sea. You bring your hand to Ace's chest, feel his heart thumping against your palm. What you care about is there, under skin and bone, just out of reach.

You shut your eyes when he kisses your lips, when he holds your face in his hands.

Your mother's words cut through the screams of the hurricane outside. Don't head straight into storms. They forgive no one.

But who was the storm? Was it him? Was it you? Who's to forgive if there's no one left in the wake of the storm?

#ace x y/n #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas ace x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #ace smut #fic request #for the cummunity!

[nin-jay-go]

LIVEBLOGGING!

omg ras at shadow dojo....

"sora and jordana's unreciprocated kismesitude"

confirmed catboy can see in the dark

INTRO FUCKS WHOA

oh shit the mechanic's back as... doc oc?

OMG RIYU GREW UPPPPPPPPP

FUGIDOVE?????? HELLO??

THE SPONSORSHPI VIDEO SOBBINGGGG

"riyu cinder noxtide guardian" "yea"

lloyd?????? buddy??????

oh boy he's so sleep deprived

oh no zane passed on his prophetic visions to lloyd

HES SO SHINY WHY IS SO SHINY

the whost

i love kreel

ok WHY does riyu have eyebrows. thats not good.

HE DO A BIG STRETCHY

hi cinder.

oh his voice is familiar OH ITS ACRONIX

EUPHRASIA!!!

WHYYYYY ARE THE DESTINY QUILLS (sticks) NOT WORKING

omg destiny she/her

PERCIVAL TARTIGRADEEEEEE

I LOVE THIS SERPENTINE GIRL. SHES SO FUNNY

shatters the goodness inside you....

HEY THIS BETTER NOT HAVE HIT JAY. HEY. HEY HOLD ON.

this language looks EVIL

THE WORMS ARE BACK THE WORMSSSSS YESSSSS

the forbidden five????? hello???????????

DESTINY IS A TWITCH MOD

OH NO LLOYD IS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK

DID CINDER JUST BREAK HER LEG. HOLY SHIT

GODDDDDD SAM VINCENT'S ACTING THIS SEASON IS SO GOOD.

UHM????? DRAGON FAIRIES THAT DELIVER VISIONS????

OH THEYRE TALKING TO HIM

elemental master of SPEEEEEN

yep totally expected wyldfyre stowed away

oh no magical darkness. MAGICAL darkness. DREAM DARKNESS.

oh i like the yellow robes on wu

NO NO NO NO JAY........ NOOOO.............

SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH SHE WAS ABLE TO BREAK OUT

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

"the wasting????"

"the real jay could never forget me" cue both of us screaming

GEOOOOOO

THERE IS NO HETEROSEXUAL EXPLANATION

COLE IS THE CHEF????????????????? NO.

arin autism moment

GOOD JOB SPORT KJSHFKJKSFDHSJD

those dragons sure can master

papa's home!

oh thats actually fun, rontu is voiced by rarity's singing voice :0

oh my god the dragons are rising

THE BORDER IS GONE!!! THE FORGOTTEN GUYS CAN LEAVE!

family roadtripppppp

THEYRE HOMEEEEEEEEEE AUAUAAUUAUAUUA

I NEED THAT FROHICKY PLUSHIE

the wuorb!

BONZLE??? HUH?????

"ive rehearsed this" bonzle i love you

oh i LOVE these cagehead designs

SQUEEEE

BEYBLADE BEYBLADE LET IT RIP

SOBBINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG AUAUUAUAUA

REALM #16 BABEYYYYY

RAS PROPHETIC VISIONS?

ARE THEY GOING TO FUCKING FORCE POSSESSION ON THOSE MONKS?????? WHAT

you lost track of the children guys

"the children are drift compatible!"

mysterium better not fuck up my magic headcanons

SIBLING BEYBLADESSSSS

well good thing none of these guys need to breathe

OH MY GOD EGALT'S EYE D:

oh no. gladiatorial combat.

DORAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh hey the nonbinary person's back

oh this place is PRETTY

i miss jay.

boys will be boys!

GANDALARIA... I LOVE HER

fugitives from madness is the coolest title ever

....oh... the wasting....

bonzle trans :D

ADMINISTRATION

OUHGOOFHDUFGUDFODUFGHGODU BABY KAI AND NYA. SO LITTLE. SO TINYSMALL

link... the blood moon is here... be careful.

UHM? GET TURNED TO STONE?????

ROBOT MICROAGGRESSION.

the only way to beat madness is to play by its rules!

JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY VILLAIN JAY FUCKED UP AND EVIL JAY HOLY SHIT IM GONNA AOHAIUQDGFJKHDFKJHGDKJFHGDFK

JAY. HONEY. he SO does not wanna be here

he hasn't told anyone he can lightning power.....

MY ROBITTTTTTTT THEY KILT HIM

and jay remains unseen forever. his grand reveal is Coming

RIYU FLIES NOW :DDDDD

the poor bounty. she dies so much.

THE BOUNTYYYYYY

if bonezle wasn't claustrophobic before, she sure is now

omg baby ras :00000

EUPHRASIA FUCKING DIES??????

NETHERSPACE???? THE FUCKING NETHER?????? FROM MINECRAFT???????

MIMIC!!!!!!

janet..... who is janet.... is it gandalaria's ex

ok i do not like the fact that they just put on the wolf costumes

ok there must SOME kind of supernatural shit healing that leg of wyldfyre's. that's FAST

KJHSFKJHSJDKH MAGIC MISHAPS :) MY FAVORITE :)

KJHSFJSDKGFHKJSDFKSJDH HE TURNED INTO A PUPPY

PICKS YOU UP

ok my friend just coined gandalaria x laroe. i'm calling it scimagicshipping.

HELLO????????? THE FUCKING MC ESCHER LABYRINTH??????

arin my silly billy

WHO IS YOUR MASTER RAS??????

i took a break here and my gandalaria brainrot is infecting me. i love her so much

OH MY GOD ARIN'S PARENTS ah its a hallucination

oh no. the gong. they have the masks on oh no oh fuck

oh thank god wyldfyre hates the masks

NOOOOOO BONZLE

RAS' EAR POPPING UP SO CUTEEEEEE

LIKE THE FIREBREATHING DRAGONS WE ARE IM GONNA CRYY

raine must be jumping for joy at all this cinder content

KAI?????????

OH HE"S GETTING FUCKING FORCEPOSSESSED

OH NOOOOOOO

KAI FUCKING DIES

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

KAI'S CORPSE ERA RETURNS

zane is always getting shit done to him

NYAAAAAAAAA

lloyd's VISIONS AGAIN

HE'S IN A FUCKING LOCATION. OH GOD HE'S IN THE MC ESCHER UNIVERSE

GET PUNCHED RAS

KAIS FUCKING STUCK IN THE MC ESCHER UNIVERSE

UH??????????????

IT ALL JUST FUCKING VANISHED????????

ok this guy is immediately pathetic

JORDANA????????

TOURNAMENT OF THE SOURCES???????

oh my god nya is now the remaining sibling :( reverse seabound

oh thank god bonzle and kai are together, they're not alone

ninja never quit :)

HEY THE OTHER FOUR ARE THERE. THEY'RE THERE.

WELL. THATS SURE A P1 SEASON

#jay.error #dragons rising spoilers

[pyrothecary]

livetweeting open heart 2 softball chapter (except not live and all in one incomprehensible post)

softball/baseball are the sexiest sports in my opinion so this chapter gets its on post.. 🔥

NO WAY RAF WAS A JOCK IN HIGH SCHOOL. GET OUT OF MY FACE. WHY IS HE SO PERFECT IM GONNA BREAK SORMTHING (only fictional jocks. irl jock men are a different story)

aw the uniforms are cute <3 high school story book 3 flashbacks (fuck you brian)

NOOOO NOT AURORA WE'RE FRIENDS

bitch don't you dare. you think this is support? this is not support. i am not balling for YOU. in fact because of you i'm NOT going to hit this home run. i'm going to swing the bat with all my fury and let go at the perfect angle for it to sail through the stands and hit you in the place where it will do the most damage in the least permanent way

(edit: Sorry i'm coming back a new and changed man. sora it is Not your fault that rafael left me in the dust. you are simply... you are simply. Yeah. anyway. we're cool)

#.....!!.!.!.!!.!.?.??$

[palisadewasp]

If you play the KH games do NOT play in chronological order, the series only makes sense in release order. If you get the 1.5 + 2.5 remix collection, play KH1 -> KH:CoM -> KH2 -> honestly doesn’t matter much after this point but technically the progression is Coded -> 358/2 -> BBS

KH1 has some plurality vibes, and so does CoM to a lesser extent, but KH2 is like peak plurality fiction. Borderline giving yugioh a run for its money level of plurality and it has a really satisfying ending to boot

The problem with the KH series past KH2, however, is it seemed to forget that the plurality wasn’t 100% bad so it’s a slow downhill slope to KH3 where it goes as anti plurality as possible. And a talking walking dog and duck are considered more realistic than a healthy case of plurality 😩 (WHICH ROXAS AND SORA WAS BUT NOOOO WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS CAN WE?)

Thank you!!! I'll keep this in mind when I finally pick up the series.

#i guess it's kinda like the chronicles of narnia #gotta Consume That Media™ it in a specific order to get the full experience #also it really sucks when a series starts off with p good representation and then it just gets worse :/ #y'all had us in the first half!!! not gonna lie!!! #poggay answers #one day i will get out of my ace attorney hyperfixation and play the silay disney games!!! i promise!!!!!

[lovely-english-rose]

2, 11, 25 for art asks 🤗

2. who is your favorite character to draw?

oh noooo this is a tough one!! on one hand, niles because he is my absolute favorite character and whenever im drawing him im just 🥰💗💝💖 on the other hand, sora is a lot of fun to draw, especially in different poses-

11. warm or cool colors?

i think cool? i usually end up using more cool colors in the things i draw ;w; but i do really like the warms too.

25. where in your house do you usually do art?

my room! its the coziest place for me to be in general, plus i keep all my art stuff in here. though if i wanted to do "messier" stuff like painting, then its kitchen time-

artist ask meme!!

#thanks for the ask! c:

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

KH 2 playthrough post so far so I don’t actually have to spam my blog and you all:

OOOH!! I just beat Aladdin’s world for the second time and now the organizations place is showing up!! It’s beginning to appear which isn’t too good-

But it’s also perfect bc I am craving to see Riku pleaseeeee.

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I have to go back to Twilight Town for the second time and I didn’t see that the path wasn’t opened up yet (like I can see the world but I can’t land there yet), so I went up to it and it did that barrier thing and it scared the crap out of me. Idk why it did, but it did-

.

AXELL!! IM IN THE DATA TWILIGHT AND AXEL IS SAVING US IN THE PORTAL THING!!!

.

HE DIESSS NOOOO. I mean Ik he doesn’t die but STILL ITS SO SAD😭. He just wanted to see Roxas….

.

I’m looking at the shadow profile in the journal and gosh the way it just twitches…it makes it so hard to believe that Sora was one of these at some point-

.

Went back to Pride Rock to lvl up bc I remember that spawning those flying creatures thing on top of pride rock and it’s worked pretty well. Got Sora leveled up at least once since the first time so :).

But also why am I only now learning that Sora can actually run in Lion King’s world?? He doesn’t do a short dash…if you hold down square he actually runs…why am I only now realizing this after years-

.

Yesss!!! The heartless wasn’t that hard. I just didn’t go up to the actual heartless at all and just attacked the big dinosaur thing bc it was safer and that thing was dead within 5 minutes?? Maybe?? Idk but anyways. I really wish we could do drive form in pride lands bc that fight would’ve been really good for leveling up my Valor form and others. I think I need to lvl each form up to beat Roxas so I need to get to working-

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Tron: Hugs the crew

Donald and Goofy: Happily accept the hug

Sora: Acts like he’s never been hugged in his life and is so uncomfortable

I still find this moment so funny-

.

Leveled up my Drive Forms (even tho I could only use limit :’)) and I beat Roxas on the first try! I’m so happy!! And while reading through comments of a video about how to beat him since I haven’t played him in awhile and needed a refresher of what he does, I saw people saying they quit. They literally got to this fight and quiet and it made me a little sad. One comment said they got to lvl 40 and couldn’t beat him and I was like, “Did you…not read the lvl recommendation? It says 50 for me, plus leveling up the drive form needed wasn’t too difficult.” I literally took a TON of damage and could barely block any of his attacks, but if you have Curaga and Hi-Potions, then you can beat him. Literally my first time posting on normal mode and I managed to do it!!

Some even said that it took them two hours to beat Roxas and I was like dang. It took me awhile to level up my drive forms sure, but not two hours. I guess they didn’t go to the right areas :/. I just want to tell people that if you gave up bc of him, to back to this game! It’s so amazing to beat him yourself and feel that satisfaction! It really is! Plus, as long as you’re at the recommendation lvl then you can do it! I’m literally barely dodged his attacks and almost died once, but I managed and it’s very satisfying to beat him!! And very emotional if you look up why you fight him :’’’(.

But yeah there’s my small rant about my fight with Roxas. I really can’t believe I beat him on my first try. Last playthrough (which was the first time I beat the game ever) I sucked so bad.

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BROO WHY AM I CRYING AS I WATCH SORA AND ROXAS HAVE A MOMENT. HE HAS A WHOLE MOMENT WITH AXEL AND THEN HE JUST TELLS SORA, “You make a good other.”

BRO IM LITERALLY IN TEARS. My head hurts😭. I love that KH seems like a Disney game because of the worlds, but it’s story and lore is real deep and punches you in the heart while simultaneously making you laugh. I love it here even as I cry :).

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This is so terrible out of context, but Namine and Kairi running away while holding hands is kinda funny. Just the way they run is a little bit funny. Situation is terrible but I just had a small chuckle at their run-

.

Okay that’s all for tonight :). It’s almost midnight and I’m just now quitting KH, so yeah. Goodnight yall or good morning :).

#me playing games #me playing kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts #kh #oh btw this is my second run through of KH 2. I believe I made a post about my playthrough on my first one so I wanted to make a #clarification lol. #gosh I love this game. it’s genuinely so sad and sweet Even if on the surface it just looks like a Disney game. it’s really good and GOSHHHH #I somehow always forget how much I love this game truly-

[bananaapplewaffle]

A Twisted Halloween: Spectral Soiree: Book 3: Ghostly Plight

Everyone and everything’s split up.

Silver/Jamil What the fuck

I mean…yeah this is how the Realm of Darkness is.

Silver honey…y’all are not staying here.

Ah the old days of Naruto and focusing your chakra into your feet to walk on just about an surface.

Ah, Mulan reference!

PERIODT JAMIL

COMMIT STEAL

Was…was “Zounds” supposed to be “Zoinks”?

This man learning quickly.

Gotta lie to Silver to get shit done

I mean…there was some magic…some Mushu magic lol

THERE HE GOES

MASK OFF JAMIL

Imma need these ghosts to chill

Also!

Silver…you are at the wrong school

Princess Aurora headass

Where we going?

Sparkles?

Nope.

Nope.

STAIRS?

Girl what is that one SCPs number?

The stair scp

JACK

ITS YOU

Oh…

Oh you’re possessed.

What the hell is this ghost talking about

Jack, you were possess—

OH WAIT

JACK WASN’T WITH THE PARTY WHO WENT IN

HE WAS STOLEN

Jack’s comin for ya!

Riddle/Ruggie/Ortho

This freaking disney twinkle

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

HALLOWEEN

HALLOWEEN

HALLOWEEN

HALLOWEEN

Ion read One Piece but

Chile I can't find the image

Oh well...

Is this a One Piece ref?

Can’t really think of any other treasure hunter manga…

Really hate that i’m on a reread, so I have to sit through all these fights…again

Y’all don’t bully Riddle

He had a strict upbringing

We gotta take Riddle to an escape room

GIRL WHAT

…why are y’all walking away from Riddle

And why is my dog standing at the end of the bed

What has a alarmed you my dear doggo

DAMN IT

RIDDLE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PRIVATE CONVERSATION

OH

NEVERMIND

HE’S HAPPY!

Yeah, don’t ever tell him, Ortho.

AW

RIDDLE, RUGGIE AND ORTHO ESCAPE ROOM ADVENTURE???

IF Y’ALL GHOSTS DON’T DIE INTO NOTHINGNESS

Oh hey they made it to the stairs!

What possessed person will they meet?

AY FUCK

ITS JADE

NOT IT SAYING “Floyd?

NOT Y’ALL NOT KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE

Oh wait nevermind that was Floyd dialect

Riddle ofc would know tho

I have no words at what the fuck Jade told Riddle

ASLDKSA;LDKSADL;

HE DIDN’T SAY THAT, JADE

Rook/Trey/Sebek What the hell is going on with this group

Sebek sweetheart you are half human please chill

The face Rook is making after being caught

Y’all didn’t even get a fragment before leaving

Hate to see it

Sebek if you don’t put that magic away rn

Ooooo

Trey’s frowning~

NOOOOOOO

WE WERE ROBBED OUT OF ROOK LORE

I WANT TO KNOW

IS HE FAE/HUMAN

OOOO

TREY WAS THE ONE TO COMMIT STEAL?

Proud of him

…

Oh no

He’s like Tartaglia…

Was this man fucking Tarzan

Or Sora? Cuz that fuckin whatever the hell would come out the woodwork just to scarp

Bro I wanted him to touch his chest and feel nothing

Rook just stopped his heart to fuck with him

I FUCKEN KNEW IT

HE WAS FUCKING WITH HIS HEART

THE BITCH

They literally have like two why are they already at the stairs

Anyway

Who y’all fighting

OH

ITS DEUCE

I mean… he is a mama’s boy

And Trey just entered mom-friend mode

The face Rook is making now that he cannot wipe Deuce’s face Im—

He looks so serious good lord

WHERE IS HIS MAMA

Oh hey the ghost left

YUCK

Deuce

Throw hands

Ah shit there he go…

Tbh Trey

We should get carried away

Leona/Ace/Floyd

Alright my fav group

BEAT THEY ASS FLOYD

Oh

Leona my beloved has used his growl

Floyd, we stand down.

LEONA CHILL

WAIT

THERE’S A DOOR IN THE CAVE

ACE NOOOO

DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR

OR THE WORLDS WILL BE CONNECTED

TIED TO THE DARKNESS

And there goes Floyd to go touch something

FLOYD GIVING INTO THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS

Leona: Don’t touch anything

An intrusive thought: But what if you did? What would happen then?

THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS ARE WINNING

Also known as

Since you said not to do it

Imma fucking do it

Bomb

PERTFICATION BOMB???

Now tbh Ace

I feel like honey is in fact acting

ACE GET HIS ASS

:)

All according to plan

Alright,

Who’s gonna be with this group

EPEL????

Epel I’m so sorry

He’s gonna be PISSED when he comes to

ANGEL WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR CARDS

THAT ONLY TOOK ONE TURN

WHAT IN TARNATION

Nothing, because that’s it.

Twisted Ramblings

#waffle plays #waffle plays twst #twisted wonderland #a twisted halloween

[mystery-gems]

Not really au related, but whos your fav character from each series? :o

Thank you for being a good anon, you get a cookie! I even got our discord mods to join in! So here are the answers.

Sparki: For Steven Universe, I would have to say my favorite character would have to be my babey Connie! And for Gravity Falls, I choose Wendy!

Sora: For SU Peridot would be my main pick?

Love Steven too of course

Uh and GF, Mabel is a mood so, her, lmao

Steven(Mod From Discord): Dipper and Steven for me NBHGHMH. Oh if we going with more than one I'll say Amethyst and Peridot as well for SU

Gravity Falls? Also Bill hxfcvbvhg

I cannot chooose

Moon(Mod from Discord): Peridot and Stan 👌 👌

#gravity falls #steven universe future #gravity falls au #gravity falls x steven universe #steven universe #steven universe au #steven universe gravity falls au #sparki answers #sparki #sparki's post #discord #discord mods #sora #its not sora noooo

[daremozaza]

"Har-dee-har."

so Demyx is the Master of Masters because Melody of Memory is abbreviated as MoM(like master of masters), and it is a rhythm game with music that was the next game after kh3 and now Yozora is the opposite of Sora meaning night sky. And Demyx just so happens to be the MELODIOUS NOCTURNE.....and if you flip his sitar upside down its the Masters sigil. And as soon as Xemnas mentions Keyblade Legacies, he flips sides.......Then I realize Im thinking too much because Noooo Waaay...😂🤣💀 I mean he's extremely imposing...when he wants to be.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts theories #demyx #the master of masters #keyblade legacy #melodious nocturne #melody of memory #justforshitsandgiggles #dancewaterdance #yozora #putthebluntdown #my gif

[fyodorz]

52. “Are you showing off for me?” for ranpo with gender natural reader

Hi! Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you enjoy it 💕

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Are you showing off for me? | Ranpo Edogawa

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: tw blood (it's a crime scene)

You had been sent off with your boyfriend Ranpo to solve a case. Of course you didn't mind, you loved seeing Ranpo at work. You had boarded the train with him to get to your destination, sitting next to him.

"So what's the case today?" You asked.

"I think Kunikida said it was a murder case. We'll get more details there." Ranpo replied, relaxing with a lollipop in his mouth.

You gave a nod and laid your head against him, making him ruffle your hair playfully. You squeaked and batted his hand away with whine of "noooo". That only served to make Ranpo laugh as you tried to fix your hair.

"You're so mean." You pouted, making him laugh more.

"I know." He said, giving you a cheeky grin as he got comfortable again.

The rest of the ride was pretty mild. You and him made conversation, he shared some of his endless bounty of snacks with you. When your ride came to a stop, you took Ranpo where the crime scene was.

The scene was what you would expect. You two had arrived at an apartment that was buzzing with police. Thankfully Ranpo was easily recognized and you two were allowed in to the unit. Inside were even more officers. The body was in entry way a couple feet from the door, covered in a white sheet to conceal it from view. Despite the sheet, it was quite obvious what was under it just from the shape and the slowly growing pool of blood under it.

The wall next to the entry way was spattered with blood, as if the victim was shot or bludgeoned. Inside a crying woman was talking to an officer, trying her best to describe what happened while a teenage boy hid behind her, avoiding looking at the sheet and blood. A few nosey neighbors had attempted to gather as well, only to be warded off by the police. Both you and Ranpo quickly took in the scene as an officer came to speak with you two.

"Ah, Ranpo, detective [l/n]! Glad you're here. Our victim is 43 year old Sora Takahashi. Over there is his wife Ayano and their son Akira. Victim was beaten to death and there was no sign of a break in, but we've been unable to find the murder weapon. The wife and son both have an air tight alibi. The murder happened at approximately 6:09 am." The young officer read off his notes to you after greeting you. Once he was done he looked back up at Ranpo and you.

Ranpo hummed and glanced at you, taking his trademark glasses out of his pocket. You smirked slightly at him before you turned to the officer, which surprised your cocky boyfriend.

"Did mister Takahashi have a life insurance policy?" You asked, making the officer blink.

"Uh, yes actually, for about 5 million yen." He replied, a bit surprised.

"Did miss Takahashi have any close male friends?"

"She was close with her next door neighbor according to her son. One Daisuke Hanamura I believe."

"Have you questioned him?"

"He's been out of town for a few days."

"Any camera feed show otherwise?"

"The cameras on this floor had been cut, unfortunately."

As you were about to speak again, Ranpo wrapped his arms around you from behind. "[Y/n], are you showing off for me?" He hummed.

You softly laughed and took his hat off his head, making the detective pout. "I am, I believe mister Hanamura is the culprit." You said.

"Alright, let's see if Ultra Deduction agrees with you~." Ranpo said, putting on his glasses. After a moment he nodded, "the culprit is indeed Daisuke Hanamura. You'll find the murder weapon in the trunk of his car. Ayano Takahashi and Daisuke Hanamura worked together to murder Sora Takahashi for his life insurance policy and were planning to run away together. Miss Takahashi had Mister Hanamura leave town for a few days, only to come back early in the morning and beat Mister Takahashi to death while Miss Ayano and Akira were out for breakfast."

The officer was in awe of Ranpo's ability for a moment before he quickly went to inform his superior. Ranpo gave you a kiss on the cheek, "nice work, junior detective~," He teased playfully. "Maybe soon enough you'll be on my level."

"I don't have Ultra Deduction do I doubt I could ever be on your level." You replied with a smile.

"Oh my dear [y/n], you'd be surprised." He hummed, wrapping his arms back around you as you leaned your head against his chest.

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Requests: Open

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[fizzingwizard]

Alright, so, Digimon Adventure 2020 Episode 12: Castle in the Sky Laputa!

I mean, I, Guardromon...

... Bicentennialmon?

well, any of the three works :P

Right off the bat, I’ll say this ep gets a ‘meh’ from me, BUT I did love its aesthetic. I’m a big fan of robot stories, especially the Asimov variety. Scrap heap robots are my absolute favs. And I did like the Ghibli vibe going on too. The episode was pretty, and the robot characters were cool... it just wasn’t very fun. At the very least, I was expecting team Taichi/Koushirou/Mimi to be a bit more fun than Yamato/Sora/Jou, but I guess this ain’t 1999 anymore ;)

^The most amusing bit was finding out Koushirou’s laptop can fold like this... which, okay, shouldn’t surprise me, it just looks frigging weird...

me: DO YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A KEYBOARD???

koushirou: hush old lady, your first laptop was grayscale only and had Windows 3.1 installed.

Actual content relevant to the episode below...!

We had a promising start when last week’s episode ended on a cliffhanger... or a cliffdropper, I guess, because Mimi’s not hanging onto anything. She’s fallen down and landed on Palmon. Digimon can sure take a beating.

Palmon reaches to see if she can hoist them back up, but...

... it’s too high! Oh well, no choice but to travel on foot. Good thing Mimi landed on Palmon!

Meanwhile, above, Taichi and Koushirou turn to his computer for help. Unfortunately they have some technical difficulties.

Koushirou: Noooo, not the swirling of doom!! My immortal nemesis...

Even Taichi understands that buffering spells death. He’s a 21st century kid, so he’s a little more savvy about computers than 99 Taichi, whose trusty recourse in these situations was "treat the machine like a Bop-It.”

Mimi discovers they are in a Digimon scrap heap. ;_; Good heavens. Apparently robot Digimon are unlike organic (??) Digimon same as robots are different from humans, so the way they die is not quite the same either.

Mimi feels sorry for these trashed creatures. She’s no cold-hearted corporate goon who looks at these guys and just sees dollars. She notices the heart!

She also just wiped that rusty Guardromon’s helmet with her bare hand...

Mimi: Where’s Sora-san when I need a towel!!

Andromon makes his 2020 debut! And he’s just as much the pawn of evil as ever!

Boxing Cactus Go-go-go!!

Togemon gets her prickly hiney owned, but the Guardromon suddenly reanimates and protects her instead. His big strategy is “drop something heavy on Andromon and run away.” It’s super effective.

Who wants to translate the digicode, because I’m not gonna. Ten bucks says it’s something like “target human child exterminate” yadda yadda

When Koushirou’s computer fails, we must rely on our physical skills. Their big plan is “climb down the bottomless pit after Mimi.” There are a few things wrong with this picture:

1) Even if they know how deep the hole is, IT’S STILL QUITE A FALL. Make one wrong move and you’ll be useless to Mimi T_T And these idiots make plenty of wrong moves.

2) If there were handholds like these, why couldn’t Palmon have just grabbed them with her vines and carried Mimi up? Instead she was like, “Nah, can’t reach the top, let’s walk in a random direction and hope things work out!”

3) The Guardromon is taking Mimi to an elevator. Meaning there is a working elevator, meaning there is a way down that would significantly decrease their chances of DYING on the way. Koushirou’s computer can’t figure that out? Also I was expecting some hijinks there... like, they finally make it down only for Mimi to say “Why didn’t you just take the elevator like I did? Boys are weird.”

In his defense, Koushirou’s method of descent is worlds better than Taichi’s.

Hate to say I told you so...

Guardromon takes Mimi to some suspicious water which she uses to nurse Palmon... with a towel

Guardromon presents Sheeta Mimi with a flower to convey that he likes killing pretty delicate things :) run Mimi

The Laputa vibe... it is vibing.

We cut away to Yamato/Sora/Jou for thirty seconds just to point how much Better they’re doing than Taichi’s group. They’ve even realized how that basket was, who needs to put in all that work when we can all fit comfortably on a log! Sora and Yamato flirt. Jou’s going to be sick.

Taichi and Koushirou encounter some broken Solarmon who are being controlled by Soundbirdmon, so I guess it’s official now that we can’t believe any Digimon is truly evil if Soundbirdmon is around. Koushirou goes to help Mimi while Taichi stays behind to fend off these gears. Uh, is it just me or does this team seem very quick to split up.

I like the way Guardrmon cradles Mimi so all we can see is her shocked expression.

Guardromon tries his tried and true method of shooting down something heavy to crush Andromon...

... but Andromon’s like “hah! Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me!” and knocks it away. Not very effective...

Guardromon’s guarded his last mon... he starts to go... offline I guess...

In sweeps Kabuterimon to the rescue. In 99 Adventure, he’d have something witty to say, or at least a pun. 2020 Kabuterimon mostly likes to make weird noises. I understand why Agumon and Gabumon’s VA’s were calling him a “weirder uncle than ever” at Digifes...

Obligatory Best Boy cap

Hell Approacheth

Wow!!! Taichi finally got knocked off Greymon! He must have forgot to put on his suction cup shoes today!

So this entire episode, I was wondering what was to stop MetalGreymon from happening and stealing the show from Lillymon. I expected “Agumon just evolved recently and doesn’t have the juice to do it again so soon!” or some such. Nothing more than that. But, nah, we don’t even get that... MetalGreymon happens and he just... can’t... beat Andromon? For some reason? I’m going with “Because he’s Andromon.” Afterward, this very heavy structure falls down and MetalGreymon has lift it a la Atlas to keep Taichi from getting squished, so he can’t continue to beat on Andromon.

... Of course, Togemon gets stuck holding this thing up too... so there’s that...

The reason, of course, is so Guardromon can make one last action surge, grabbing Andromon’s leg, which works, randomly. At least for a moment.

Mimi spends most of this episode being Shocked.

Guardromon takes one final, grainy look at Mimi as he prepares for sweet death. The digicode says “Sheeta.” (kidding like I’d bother to translate it lol)

Andromon RUDELY stomps on his head. Like HELLO Andromon can you not see the dude is having a moment here? Show some respect!

Mimi sheds a Single Emo Tear

Which causes “Your sorrow made me evolve!” Lillymon. She immediately flies out to attack Andromon, leaving MetalGreymon alone holding the heavy metal structure, which promptly crushes him and our heroes. Game Over!

just kidding, the structure just vanishes I guess :/ It’s not very clear...

High kick attack!

It’s not very effective...

Lillymon does seem to have an ability that MetalGreymon doesn’t which cinches her victory over Andromon... her rain of petals interfere with his ability to lock on to a target. Too much organic matter everywhere I guess.

Lillymon covers Andromon in plants rendering him immobile...

... *cough*

Poor Mimi’s had a hard day of watching robots die.

Her affinity for marking graves returns as she leaves the flower Guardromon gave her on his corpse(?).

Taichi looks only sadly as Koushirou explains that Andromon and Guardromon were totes besties, until Soundbirdmon started mindcontrolling everyone. Gee that seems like something that could have been an interesting plot point had it been mentioned y’know earlier.

In sum... yeah, this ep just isn’t fun. There’s no friend moments, no getting to know each other, everything takes a backseat to this robot-protect-girl storyline. I really did like Guardromon, but the episode takes itself way too seriously in my opinion.

That aside... I was happy that Mimi’s episode didn’t involve stinky ugly Digimon falling in love and stalking her so she can passionately reject them. I can live without both of those things.

Mimi having the ability to project feelings onto supposedly nonfeeling things is a very Mimi-like character trait for her and one that I really truly love. It’ll definitely come in handy in the digital world where all is never how it seems. On the other hand, though, it’s not like it’s a trait we didn’t have already... it just belonged mainly to Hikari :P So... yeah.

Next week we’re going to get Garudamon, in a way that looks like it will pale compared to our first meeting with Garudamon in 99 Adventure, BUT that’s okay... because we’ve got plenty of time for the Big Important things to happen, both on a plot level and on a character development level. I am a little wtf??? about everyone getting not one but two evolutions within the same adventure - assuming the kids are going to go home at some point and finally put Tokyo out of its misery. I’d expected this show would be more like 02 with the kids jumping in and out, but tbh I’m not gonna be sad if they just stay in the digital world indefinitely. Also, it’s not like Taichi didn’t get both an evolution and a jogress the first time he came to the digital plane, so obviously things are just working differently in this show!

But as it’ll be a Sora episode, I just hope it’s an improvement on the last Sora episode. There’s plenty of potential following the mini tiff between her and Yamato last week, so i hope we see some follow up to that. Maybe a couple Sorato moments. We didn’t get anything for Taishiro this week :( But since it looks like probably next week the groups are still separated, perhaps the week after we’ll get MegaKabuterimon and see more interaction between Taichi and Koushirou then. *shrug* A girl can dream!

Anyway this ep gets 5.5/10 from me!

#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure reboot #digimon psi #psi spoilers #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon

[playablekairi]

What do people mischaracterize Riku as? I'm not that into fanon and am curious

ah... this is gonna get long, sorry. plenty of other ppl i follow on twitter have said it before me, so i don’t take credit for this, but the soriku fandom in particular has a long history of hating kairi, and their flimsy justification for it is that she only exists to be sora’s love interest and how it’s pathetic that her existence revolves around nothing but him. they then turn around and do the exact same thing to riku’s character, and make everything about him revolve around his relationship with sora. so he winds up getting mischaracterized as someone who doesn’t have connections to any of the other characters and is even straight up uncomfortable around girls, because haha gay guys hate women amiright!!

this fails to take into account that uh... riku actually has deeper and richer connections to most of the cast’s girls than sora himself does, even though fandom has no problem characterizing sora as bi. to clarify, i do not mean this in a romantic ship sense. riku’s bond with kairi is VERY important to the plots of kh1 and kh2, equally important whether you interpret it romantically or platonically, because this series is at its core about friendship, and seeing fans say “oh that’s just comp het, he actually can’t stand her and did everything for sora” leaves me flabbergasted, especially as a lesbian who has experienced vicious comp het. also like... did they not play the game or...??? but i admittedly have a rikai bias, so moving along. his relationship with naminé is important, and has been continually revisited throughout the series. i don’t think it’s being set up in a shippy sense (or, at least, i sure hope it isn’t), but i think it’s important to note that they are two people who worked together behind the scenes quite often and there is a shared history there, even if it hasn’t been spoonfed to us. the same goes with xion, riku has spent WAY more time interacting with her than sora himself has (granted, for obvious reasons, but i digress) and their relationship is a messy thing i would really like to see explored in future instalments. even looking at minor characters, fans will use his brief interactions with shiki in ddd to ‘prove’ that he’s gay and not just, you know, an awkward disaster because he’s a sixteen year old boy. even his connection to aqua gets sidelined, which i think is a goddamn shame because i would love to see him be her apprentice after all this is said and done, because noooo riku can’t interact with anyone but sora. this isn’t to say that you have to ship him romantically with any female character, that’s not what i’m suggesting at all, but to outright and explicitly say “he has no connection to these characters at all ew how could you say that this OBVIOUSLY gay-coded male character has female friends you fucking homophobe” is. downright insane.

twitter is a bad place, anon, you gotta block the right ppl or you’ll lose your mind because i know that sounds like an exaggeration but i have honest-to-god receipts. in my opinion, it’s downright biphobic, usually misogynistic, and frequently verges on this weird fetishization of mlm relationships. i think it’s often a projection of their own insecurities, which is really sad, but it’s not my responsibility to hold their hands and walk them through their internalized prejudices. i’m here to have fun.

i like riku a lot, and he’s one of my favourite characters of all time. i find him very relatable. i myself am gay. i... do not need him to be gay? i see a lot of fans act like it’s a personal attack for riku to not be 100% gay. i can’t wrap my head around it.

okay this is getting long lemme tl;dr: mischaracterizing riku as tragic gay caricature who exists to do nothing but pine after sora and has actually always hated kairi is such a bad fucking take that it makes my blood boil. kh is about bonds, particular bonds of friendship, and to insist that riku only has a bond with sora and that it HAS to be romantic or else we’ve been queerbaited for years... goes against everything the series has always been about. it’s also hypocritical as fuck that they cherry-pick evidence that kairi’s role in the game is ‘only’ to be sora’s prize to be won at the end, and then turn around and treat soriku the exact same way. i’m over it.

#sorry anon this is messy as hell #it may also be spaced super weird bc answering asks on mobile sucks #anyway feel free to drop me a dm i’m always down to get salty about the toxic underbelly of the kh fandom #....... i feel like i need a disclaimer here that i do actually love soriku lmao #i just hate fans who are like soriku-or-death #kh #i love my disaster bi son riku kingdomhearts

[akingdomtheorist]

KH Catch Up: BBSFM Terra

-sees Terra- "Oh, so thats the guy who completely destroyed me."

"Why is Roxas here? That's Roxas!"

"How many times has Xehanort been cockblocked from Kingdom Hearts?"

"Are you talkin' shit about Destiny Island?"

"Person I assume is Xehanort, why are you kidnapping someone?"

"Xehanort, why is he kidnapping Roxas, this is a prequel?!"

"Why is he old as shit?"

"Roxas what are you doing in this game?"

"What do you mean you're a brand new heart? What the fuck is happening?"

"Wait a minute... that's the outfit Xigbar saw Xion in."

"This is starting out a lot happier than most KH games."

"Ooh I holdin' it in reverse grip."

"This has conspicuously avoided giving me a name for this character, I'm starting to think it's not Roxas."

"You're right I love her (Aqua) already."

"Is this Ventus?"

"Is he gonna kick my as- wait I'm playing as Terra-am I gonna kick my ass as hard as I did in KH2?" "No." "Awww..."

"Yeah that's fuckin' Xehanort."

"These three are a lot more wholesome at the start."

"So Terra's the Anakin of this game?"

"Ah, we're Power Rangers."

"Wait, do we- OH MY GOD when can Sora do that? Excuse me? That's fuckin' rad!"

TERRA STORY BEGIN

ENCHANTED DOMINION

"Terra just called the Unversed basic."

"He sure did."

"Good to see Maleficent is a manipulative bitch, even now."

"Why does this feel familiar to stand over a sleeping woman after murdering into her house?"

"So Terra's the Riku of this game."

"Time to turning evil is the lowest in any of the games so far. I think Riku even lasted longer."

-melds his first commands- "Heck yeah we got Leaf Bracer! Now I just need Second Chance and I beat the game."

He then died to the boss and learned his lesson of not having Items in his Command Menu.

"Yeah you kinda fucked up there Terra."

He's gonna say this about eleventeen more times.

DWARF WOODLANDS

"I'm surprised the Queen isn't like- how did you get in here."

We are not even an HOUR into this game yet.

"Terra... -sigh- you make bad decisions. Terra stop, just... stop."

"So is Terra's storyline just accidentally working for the bad guys? IS that his entire storyline?"

He figured it out folks and not even an hour in!

"THERE'S MIMICS? There's mimics..." "Does this upset you?" "Why are there fucking mimics..."

CASTLE OF DREAMS

"My favourite idiosyncrasy is just seeing classic Disney scenes and just the one anime character there in the scene."

He has pressed Triangle instead of X seven times and wasted so many items.

"Why can the shoe turtle? It's not a turtle, it's a shoe!"

"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the blonde alone."

"What emotion is the boot? Salt? Is it salt? So it can kick other people from the boot?"

"Counter Hammer? B'scuse me?" No that isn't a typo.

"You were right, Terra's yeylash game is on point, Jesus Christ."

"I like the idea that the boss is playing his own boss music."

"I might jinx it, but the bosses in this game feel easy."

"Excuse me? That little brat did what?" "How dare you." "I knew that would get a reaction."

-sees cutscene with you know and not Xigbar- "Who the hell are you?"

MYSTERIOUS TOWER

-opens chest- "That was a very dramatic tap. Terra is a very dramatic person."

-sees totally not the Keyblade Graveyard- "That level, it gives me a mixed vibe of Chernobog and Land Before Time."

"Oh shit. I know this place. I got my ass handed to me here."

"I believe everything he's saying, but I don't believe he's guilty and it was an accident."

RADIANT GARDEN

"So is ten year old Squall here?"

"Well, yeah but you won't see him."

"But he's technically here?"

"Yeah?"

"I bet he's a fuckin' nerd."

"I see you lurkin' back there old man Xehanort."

"Merlin!-gasp- Pooh Bear? Is that Pooh Bear?"

"Your Elderness? God dammit Terra."

"Oh it's dis bitch. ITS DIS BITCH."

"Can we just all get along please?"

"Oh Terra..."

"Who the fuck are you? Wait a second... is that, is that Xigbar?"

"What was his weapon? What did he use? Was it gunman? It was gunman."

"Oh hey look, he has a crossbow."

"I don't believe this isn't an elaborate ruse. This has to be an elaborate ruse."

Well he died to Braig.

"I take back what I said about the bosses being easy."

We then spent some time getting Second Chance and Once More because Braig is a shooty bastard.

"I forgot to save."

"Yeah this is way easier." "Not because you have Cure, Cure and Cura in your Command Deck, noooo."

"Oh no. Oh this is how he loses his eye! We did that! Dammit it Terra."

"Terra is 100% the Anakin Skywalker of this game."

"Called it!"

DISNEY TOWN

"So is this... Mario Kart or Diddy Kong Racing?" "You'll figure it out."

"I'm not a citizen. I'm not even an immigrant, I just wandered over here."

"Wait, that was it?!" "You'll be coming back."

OLYMPUS COLISEUM

"Oh wow it's scrawny Herc."

He tried to open a chest, pressed triangle again.

"Yeaaaah, let's make bad decisions."

Then there was the salty agony of the timed battles in the Coliseum.

"So which Final Fantasy character are we gonna fight now?"

"Which Final Fantasy character are you? Who are you?"

"Is this Squall?" "No."

"Who is this?" "He looks a lot younger than he should." "Oh shit is this Zack?"

DEEP SPACE Terra wants to hit nothing he's aimed at. Apparently his weakness is zero gravity.

"Hey it's mah boy."

"Wait isn't that-" "Sparky!" "Yeah we're beating the hell out of him apparently..."

"Oh that's right we're excaped prisoners. Uh... jail break?"

NEVERLAND

"Oh are we helping Hook?" "Yeah." "God damnit Terra."

"Terra makes so many bad decisions, all the time."

"Never mind that this person might be in danger from pirates, I should leave."

"I like how the game was just go out of the cave, go in the cave."

"I've fought 1000 Heartless once I should be fine." He then hit critical health in twenty seconds.

DESTINY ISLANDS

"It's baby Sora and baby Riku!"

"I mean you're the Riku of this game so... yeah I guess?"

"What is happening?! He's seeing the future!"

"Little did Terra know, he set Riku on the path to super villainy."

"Did Terra just make Riku a Jedi? That seemed really official does he have the power to do that?"

THE LAND OF DEPARTURE

"Alright we've gone full fuckin' Darth Vader now."

"-sarcastically- From my perspective the Keyblade Masters are evil!"

"Are we becoming a Heartless?" "No." "It feels like we're becoming a Heartless."

"Did Xehanort just kill him?"

"It was Xehanort!"

"Oh no, he was evil? I would have never guessed! This is such a surprise to me! /endsarcasm/ Look now our home is fuckin' gone because we trusted the evil man."

We then spent lots of time getting commands so he didn't get his ass kicked. There was cross-referencing a guide and everything.

THE KEYBLADE GRAVEYARD

"Oh god it's a save point, and a shop. I think this is it."

"Oh look it's the in-game in engin version of that one cutscene."

"Aqua looks mad at us. We look mad at Aqua."

"Oh hello asshole."

"Since when are you an earthbender?"

"WHEN DID KINGDOM HEARTS GET HERE? WHAT IS GOING ON?"

"DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR HEAD PROTECTION!"

"Why did we take off our armor?"

"We have hurt him a lot, jesus."

"I'm not looking behind me-OH GOD DAMMIT."

"Oh no, oh nonono oh no mm-mmm. This is why you don't take off your protective gear!"

"Oh no this is bad, we're Xehanort now aren't we. So that's why he looks young."

"You get to be the Lingering Will, are you ready to beat yourself up?" "HECK YEAH!"

"So here's the plan: Shotlock, get the shit beat out of us, HEAL, Shotlock, repeat."

"Is he saying yield?" "He's telling you to yield." "NO!"

"Oh hey we got our cape!"

#kh catch up #kh bbs #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts bbs #long post #terra #god damn it terra

[jey-chan]

A dark time (or not so) ahead.

This is based on a post that @destiny-islanders made on Tumblr and Twitter and they had given me permission to do a fic (well... they did on twitter...) please enjoy!

Also: I am not good with the grammar side of English. I have mostly self-teaching English in the most perfect way a girl with dyslexia can have. So please! if you saw a grammar error, let me know so I can do it better! And more important: HAVE FUN! (Also I hope you like this Destiny-Islander! Its technical a fan stuff for your art!)

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The day had started as always.

She had woke up, tried to have something to eat, meditate, kill heartless. Self-pitying herself for what happened some time ago, and wondering if there would be someone out there to protect the light.

Day by day she had been doing this for… well, she doesn't know how much time has happened since then and she had thought that all this time.in the darkness realm, had made her realize to expect the worse and the impossible, but… nothing had prepared her for this.

And be This she mean a raft with three teenagers trying to defend themselves against the heartless.

….

Just.. what tha nordt?

The brunette blinked and frote her eyes with her hands, but they were still there.

A boy with silver hair that was trying to kill heartless with a wooden sword, a redhead girl that seemed to have trouble in the darkness but still manage to kick some monsters with another wooden sword and a boy with spiky brown hair that seemed to be in between of helping the girl and trying to pet a heartless.

Whait…

Pet a heartless?!

Just what is wrong with this kid! More important, Why where kids here in the first place?!

shaking her head, she summoned her keyblade and started to run toward the kids.

Luckily she had already mastered her walk on water trick so running to help them was easy.

Killing all those heartless and shadow creatures was easy now that she has a real goal in mind, and in a short time, they had disappeared.

But… apparently, this was the easy part of the day.

Because once the kids saw her all hell was lost.

“Hey is Aqua!” said the boy with spiky brown hair, that somehow just sounded like her friend Ven, making her take a double view.

“Wait… how do I know her name?” the boy seemed confused for a moment but let it go once he remembers something, “Oh! Riku and I know you! you are this girl that comes to us to say something about a promise! aren't you?” asked the boy with a radiant smile.

“Oh, I think I know you too… for my homeworld, you are the one that gives me this necklace?” asked the girl,

“Oh yea, you are that girl… what are you doing here?” asked the other boy.

And once she had seen them well, it appears to be people that she really had to meet some years ago.

“Wait... Kairi, Sora Riku? what the hell are you doing here?! more important, how did you come here?!”

For her astonishment, (and not surprise be the others) Sora Had raised his hand in the air.

“We were sealing to see new words! And we come here with the ocean currents! But I will admit… Didn't expect the creepy little guys” a pause of three seconds was made before the kid put one that he had behind his back and the monster had a red bowl in its neck.

“I call him Heaty! Isn't it cute?” Aqua was about to cry a response for that when the platinum boy took the heartless and tossed it in the sea, and the girl just handled the brunette so he wouldn't go after that thing.

“Noooo! Heaty! Riku what did you do it?!”

“Sora… how many times I have to tell you. You Can't Have A Pet” said the more matured boy.

“And you just can't take that thing as one! They seems dangerous!” reprimand him the girl.

And Aqua was still shocked by the fact that the brunette boy had direct contact with a darkness creature and still was intact. How the hell did that happen?

And now he was running after that damm ant… and the other two kids followed him…

Aqua toke a breath and then started to run after them, resigning herself to the fact of begging a babysitter to tree random teens in a darkness word.

“Woow! Kairi! you are like a flashlight! Riku where did you get that cool weapon?”

well…  not so dark now.

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