#kong finally snaps

[cbartonscoffee]

I think I've never been more aware of just how many people only get their info of the batfam through fanfic. I finally started reading Red Robin (2009) and I can not believe how many things are blown out of proportion. Particularly about Dick and Damian.

First of all, Dick does try to put limits and he does get fed up with Damian's ways sometimes. Out of the three first interactions of them in the comic, at least in two he tells him to shut up. And one of those is when Damian starts to brag about being Robin and Tim being useless, he tells him to shut up twice.

Another thing about that moment, is that they treat it like Dick completely dismisses Tim and treats him as unimportant. He doesn't. He takes him seriously, he tells him he needs him, he tells him he views his as an equal, as someone capable. And he also tells him he's concerned about him and that he needs to start processing Bruce's death. Could that have been a little harsh? Yes, but he needed to do it without making Tim think there was room for him to be convinced about his theory because let's be honest, Tim would've taken anything less than complete refusal and tried to change his mind. And had he been wrong neither of them could have taken it.

Secondly, Dick is always left to shoulder the blame of kicking Tim out and of never reaching out. That's bull. And I need to make that clear. Tim was in a delicate point, he tells us this himself multiple times, but the decision to leave was completely made out of his own free will. Another thing he did was put space between him and the people on Gotham. We see only one time in which Dick tries to call him. Tim picks up and tells him he doesn't want to talk. This tells us that Dick respecting Tim's wish of space included almost no (or even no) contact, and Dick calling was not something Tim appreciated or encouraged.

Now. Going into the second year of the run, when he's back in Gotham, there's a few things to talk about and I'm still in the aftermath of Damian and Tim's fight.

I feel it's important to say that even if they are all family, more often than not they're doing their own thing. Like, Babs and Steph are in the Batcave while Dick and Damian are in Wayne Tower, Cass is said to potentially be in Hong Kong and we haven't even heard Jason be name-dropped except for the fact that he went on a rampage at some point.

So, Dick is immediately called away in League business. So he isn't there. Damian is behaving fairly civil besides being a brat, so no one wastes too much effort in correcting what he says. We need to think about the fact that this is a kid whose world was turned upside down multiple times in a short period of time, who has a need to be accepted, and who hasn't yet found his place. All this is to say, that if it's difficult to get him to eat breakfast there's no way they're controlling his every move and that's understandable.

So Dick is away, Damian is still trying to adapt, Alfred has his hands full and everyone else is doing something else.

The whole thing starts because Tim is being kind of cryptic about what he's doing with his hit list and Damian feels left out and goes looking for more. He finds his name in a hidden double side of the hit list marking him as a threat. He understandably feels hurt and angry, because he's a kid, and he's trying, and his predecessor who at this point doesn't even try with him anymore views him as something bad.

So in classic Damian fashion, he falls back on his upbringing and doesn't deal with the situation as one should, talking about it. Instead he cuts team line, hurting before being hurt. It could've been worse, we see in the panel that Tim doesn't have that much of a hard time getting safely to the ground. The problem is that he snaps and starts a full-blown fight he knows Damian won't back out off. (I'm pleased to add that after cutting his line Damian doesn't start anything else)

So they are fighting, Tim has the clear advantage and he knows this, we know this. And that's how Dick finds them. Having just returned from a JL mission, in the place where the Waynes were murdered, with Tim having overpowered Damian.

They go back to the cave and Damian shares his findings, and Dick understands. And Tim tells him he (Dick) knows why he (Tim) did it. Dick agrees, and tells him he should have tried to make it harder to find. Tim says he hadn't thought Damian would try or even care. Dick tells him Damian wants to be accepted.

All in all, so far the only thing this comic has proven to me is that there's a reason comics are the bomb and that fanon has gotten out of hand. I get making things out to be worse for the sake of a story, but everything surrounding these events is basically used as the foundation for Damian and Tim's relationship as well as Dick and Tim's and I don't think I've once read a fanfic where these events are portrayed correctly or even following the real motivations of the characters. This is a disservice to all of them and only serves to amplify the hate towards a character that doesn't deserve it. There's a lot of Damian hate going around. And it sucks. Mostly because people use his actions against Tim to justify it and honestly? I don't think you should be allowed to use that if you haven't read RR and understood what was going on.

#batman #dc comics #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #dick grayson #nightwing #red robin 2009 #dc #batfam #batfamily #stop the damian wayne hate #and the dick grayson hate for that matter #and please try to differentiate canon and fanon #and get at least an idea of the source material

[hellfire--cult]

- Stop worrying and do it 💧

steve harrington x reader

+18 smut, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, soft steve to softdom steve, fluff

You finally get steve to be all yours after two successful dates... but he is a bit worried about the size of... his hands.

i couldn't help myself after the new pictures of joe keery with his hands out. mother fucker has king kong digits.

anyways enjoy.

You were a patient person. You really were, but you wanted to jump Steve’s bones after matching with him on Tinder. He was so perfect and good-looking, and when the two of you went on the first date? He was such a gentleman, and it only made him even hotter. You were certain he was not into doing stuff on the first date except for a kiss.

The kiss was full of passion, and tenderness, and you wanted to press yourself against him, climb over the console in order to straddle him. He had taken you home, and he was the one to make a move first, but you had to hold yourself back and try not to seem desperate.

Even if you were.

Now on the second date, the food was amazing, his soft kisses while outside the restaurant were enough to ignite a fire in you that you never felt before. The heat between your legs became too great, feeling the stickiness in your underwear. You whispered to him to take you home and he completely understood the double meaning of it.

The two of you had gotten to your home, kissing through the doorway, taking each other’s clothes off as you walked towards your room, which you tidied up just in case this were to happen, hopefully. His tongue swirled inside your mouth as moans escaped your lips when his impatient hands ran under your shirt, gracing your skin. 

Your eyes almost opened in surprise when you felt his fingers skillfully, and in one move, snapped your bra open. A gasp escaped your lips while a chuckle escaped his and into your mouth. Your hands ran through his hair as you pulled him closer and closer to you, body flushing on his, as you kept moving towards the bed. 

You pulled away, breathing heavily, and turned him around in order to push him onto your bed, surprising him but a chuckle escaped his lips, pushing himself deeper onto the bed, only to choke up as you pulled your shirt and bra off in one move. He was trying to keep his composure but lost it when you got on all fours to crawl over him with a grin on your face, biting your bottom lip.

His pants were straining him, painfully so, and he moved quickly to at least take his shirt off so you weren’t the only one half-dressed here, ever the gentleman. Your eyes sparkled with lust, as you inspected his chest. Hair in the right amount, and pecs slightly formed that expanded whenever he breathed out. You licked your lips as you straddled him as he sat up to wrap his arms around you, bringing his mouth to yours again.

Your hips started rolling onto his bulge, making him moan in between the kiss, and you only whimpered whenever the friction of his jeans rubbed against your core, and it was incredible you could feel him even through your own pair of jeans. It was the right amount of pressure against your clit, and you knew you were soaking through all the fabric that was covering you.

Your lips moved with his, hands tangling with eachother’s, desperately ripping one another’s clothes off. You both needed to see eachother’s bodies, see what they were about to taste. You bit your lips when he hovered over you, already licking and sucking onto your right nipple as he rubbed himself against your clothed pussy. 

He was leaking precum and probably staining his boxers, but he couldn’t care less at this point, he needed to be inside of you. He didn’t want to seem like he was there for only this, because he really liked you. You were funny, charming, freaky, and you had your own spark. He wanted to know more about you, crazy to think that after just two dates, you had caught his attention. A lot.

You weren’t far behind, you liked Steve. He had opened doors for you, he didn’t let you pay on the first date, but accepted the split check in this one, letting you feel independent of some sort. He didn’t make you feel like you needed a man to pay everything for you, or do everything, and you were grateful for that. He wasn’t trying too much, but he was doing just right for you.

And he was so handsome. Oh, that was the first thing you noticed in the Tinder pictures. How is this man single you thought at that time. You were drawn to everything, his eyes, his hair, his lips, his fucking freckles, his clothing style, and in the picture where he played his guitar… his hands.

Those hands that are roaming all over your body now, hands that are manly, big, with veins all over, and you salivated everytime you saw when the glass was engulfed by his fingers. You wanted him so bad, so you couldn’t wait for one more date, and it seems he couldn’t either.

You felt him move, letting your nippled go with a pop, so he could be hovering over you but on the side so he could run his hand downwards towards your clothed cunt. You bit your lip with excitement and anticipation and you jerked when you felt him rub onto your clit, slow and in small circles. 

“You’re so wet already, fucking hell…” You heard his mumble, almost a grunt, making you smile in your bliss as he kept doing small circles against you, making your hips move upwards into his touch for more, but he was teasing you so it seemed, not doing what you wanted.

“Stevie~” You purred out in warning that you didn’t want to be teased, you were too turned on right now to be played with. He chuckled at your eagerness, giving a soft kiss on your neck so he could move to take your underwear off, sighing with bliss as he looked at your pussy.

If it weren’t for the fact his dick was killing him right now from how hard it was, he would have eaten you out with no hesitation, because that is the prettiest cunt he’s ever seen in his life. He will have to save it for next time, hopefully there is a next time. He returned to his previous position, kissing your neck as he returned to rub circles on your clit, a little faster than before, just a little.

You needed more, you wanted those fingers inside of you, but when you raised your hips for more he backed up. You were a patient person… you had to remind yourself you are patient. You moaned his name in order to catch his attention and he only mumbled on your neck as he kept sucking on it.

“Hmm? What do you need baby?”

“F-Fingers– Fingers– Inside please…” And you could feel him tense up a bit, his movement stopping for just a second before he started again. It felt good, it was feeling good, but why isn’t he doing more? You needed more because your body was getting hotter and hotter and what he was doing was not enough. “S-Steve–”

“Yeah?” He mumbled on your skin again, and you raised your hips towards his hand only for him to move with your hips and not against it. You plopped on the bed with a whine, making him stop and raise his head in order to look at you. “What’s–”

“Get your fingers inside of me!” 

You couldn’t be any more blunt. You were afraid you were going to have to spell it out to him, but you were frustrated and needy and what you’ve been wanting him to do since you saw his Tinder profile, he isn’t doing. You saw how his body tensed, pulling his hand away from in between your legs and you groaned in displeasure at that.

“I um…” You could see he was nervous, making you have a little bit more empathy for the guy, only for your eyes to widen, your hands covering your mouth in shock.

“Oh my god, are you a virgin? Oh, fuck, shit, I didn’t– I didn’t know–” At your rambling, Steve only laughed, shaking his head, letting your nerves calm down a little bit more.

“I am not, sweetheart, don’t worry… It’s just… the last girl I’ve been with told me that–” He showed his large hand to you, the one that had been touching you before and you felt your mouth salivate again. “My fingers hurt her.”

Your eyes snapped open in surprise and you looked at him. What?

“I’m sorry… what?” You were surprised, to say the least, because if she claimed his hands are big– “What about your dick? Didn’t that hurt her?”

“Shit, you are straightforward.” He chuckled at that and shook his head. “I didn’t get to have sex with her, but honestly it might have made me a twinge, a smudge, a bit conscious.”

You looked at his hand again and you wanted to prove to him how much you wanted those fingers inside of you. That girl probably was a tight ass making her a prude, because who wouldn’t want these fingers? You bit your lip and grabbed his hand, taking your tongue out in order to drag it base to top on his index and middle finger.

His eyes widened at your action, his dick kicking up again in his boxers and you felt the twitch because it was pressed onto your thigh, making you chuckle as your eyes found his.

“I want these fingers inside of me. Make me cum with your fingers, please Stevie~?”

And oh shit, he was going to comply. He took the opportunity to introduce his fingers slowly into your mouth, and you took them with a smile on your face. He was lubricating them with your saliva as he pumped them in and out of your mouth. He groaned as you moaned and the vibrations were sent to his digits.

He pulled them out of your mouth and leaned down to press a hot kiss on your lips, pulling away with his forehead against yours, his breath hitting your face as he talked.

“Tell me if it hurts.” You nodded at his command, your belly burning with need again as your hips looked for friction. He guided his hand downwards and he coated his middle and index fingers with your slick, going up and down in between your folds. He wanted more lubrication, just in case.

He licked his lips as he kept staring at you to see your facial movements just to make sure you weren’t lying. He slowly started getting his middle finger inside of you, and your mouth fell into a soundless moan. 

One finger, and it was a nice lovely stretch. It was so good, you couldn’t even imagine how two would feel like, what three could possibly make you do. You wanted him to move faster and you moved your hips against his hand, and finally, he pushed forward instead of backwards like before. 

He started pumping his single digit as your moans started having some sound, and he was deep, oh he was so deep. You smiled in bliss at the sensation and your hips started going in sync with his thrusts. He groaned at the squelching sounds, knowing he made you so wet that it was provoking it to happen. 

“It’s so good Steve, oh god, more, more–” Steve bit his lip as he joined his index finger to the mix and your eyes widened at the different stretch. It was fucking delicious. Your belly was burning in need and your moans began to feel choked as he went deeper and deeper with his new finger.

His tempo increased, the squelching now becoming obscene as your back arched upwards, letting him have free access to your nipple. He leaned to take it into his mouth, his teeth biting on it and pulling and well, that was new. He didn’t do that before and you needed him to do it again.

You moaned his name loudly as he bit and pulled again, feeling his fingers going in and out of you as your hips met his thrusts, only to then throw your head back as you cried out in ecstasy. He had curled his fingers and he was hitting your G-Spot perfectly. No person has ever made you feel the way this man is doing right now. He was taking care of you. No one ever cared to do so before.

You could hear him chuckle as your legs trembled, your juices coming out already from how wet you were as you breathed moans out of your lips, his name being in a mumbled mess of noises.

“You like that sweetheart?” You nodded dumbly and your eyes widened when he pressed his hand roughly against you, making his fingers go way deeper than before, and he stayed there, wiggling the first knuckle inside of you. “I asked you something baby.”

Oh… if you couldn’t be more hooked on this guy, you definitely were now.

“It feel– feels good– So good–” You managed to choke out and the pressure left you, but his fingers kept pumping inside of you, the bed of his palm pressing every so often against your clit, causing the soft touch to send shivers and electricity all over your body.

The coil in your belly started to turn, and your legs and body began to shake. You smiled in between your moans as you were finally reaching your climax, your first climax.

“You close darling?” You nodded dumbly at that, muttering a small ‘uh-huh’ and it was there, it was making your belly shrink, your pussy pulse, and then– he stopped. Everything. You opened your eyes alarmingly and you looked at him in question.

“W-Why? I was– I was so close Steve!” You whined in frustration as you tried to move your hips in order to get friction once more, only for your chin to be grabbed roughly so you could look at him again. 

“I have one goal now. And I will reach it, so hold it in honey.”

You didn’t know why he was doing this, not only he edged you this time, but again, and again, and you had tears in your eyes already, and at one point he had changed hands and he was still skilled with his non-dominant one. Your body was aching from all the trembles he imposed on you, and you were sure you weren’t going to be able to handle anymore of it. 

“Please– Please Steve, let me cum, let me cum, please!” You were begging him, almost crying pathetically and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck as his fingers rested inside of you, palm resting on your clit as he rubbed it on you, making you moan from the feeling.

“I think you’re ready for that.” And he returned to thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling upwards and it felt so sore. Everything was overstimulated, your clit, your pussy, your insides, absolutely everything, but he said you would get to cum now, so you were eagerly enjoying his ministrations.

Only to then feel a coil in your belly again, but this time it was a very different one. It felt almost painful, on your belly and going downwards. It felt very weird, something you hadn’t experienced before, but maybe it was because you were sore? Or the edging? But–

“S-Steve, something weird– Something– Oh god…” Your mind was blurry suddenly, his tempo increased at a speed he hadn’t done all night, saving it for last. He rubbed onto your G-Spot repeatedly making your tears fall from your eyes as moans escaped your throat as well as whimpers and cries of his name.

“Yeah? Then fucking cum for me baby, it’s gonna feel so good, cum…” And fuck, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak, but it felt so powerful, almost as if you were going to pass out.

“Steve– I feel like I’m gonna–” You can’t finish the sentence, too embarrassed to do so, but it felt as if you were going to pee yourself. He only smirked at that, knowing what was going to happen, and he only did this once in his life, and since you were so eager for his fingers, he might as well take the chance to engrain himself in your mind.

“Let go. Let fucking go.” 

And your eyes widened as your hips went upwards, rising completely from the bed, your mouth open but you didn’t even know if moans were coming out at all. You were seeing white, just complete white as your belly screamed and turned and your cunt gushed your juices out in big spurts. The sounds were not wet, not even a squelch, just purely and pornographically wet.

It felt never-ending as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride it out, and finally, you plopped back down on the bed, panting heavily as your eyelids drooped, exhausted but so blissful. You were so light at the moment, like a feather, or a cloud. You felt something on your cheek, and Steve was kissing you, not caring for the sweat all over your face.

“You with me angel?” You heard him with a chuckle and you gave out a breathless giggle, nodding as your chest went up and down.

“Y-Yeah… fuck–” You opened your eyes a little bit more and you finally felt as if your hips were on wet sheets. You looked down and your eyes widened slightly and you looked at Steve who had a proud smile on his face. “Holy fucking shit…”

“You… sure you’re okay?” His soft dominant persona faltered slightly in order to check on you. Your heart was beating wildly thanks to all the action you just received.

“I never squirted before… Holy fuck Steve…” You chuckled again and he followed you soon after, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“If you’re too tired, we can continue some other day–” At those words, you sat up, not caring for how wobbly you felt because of how much that orgasm took a toll on you, and you immediately turned to look at him and throw a leg on each side of his hips, straddling him.

“Oh no… If your fingers do that… I wanna know what your cock can do.” 

And Steve only smiled. He is more than happy to comply…

Ever the gentleman.

hope you enjoyed, keery's hands are ginormous

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x fem #steve x you #steve x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington ficlet

[seat-safety-switch]

We're all hiding from the killer robots now. A lot of folks thought it would be funny to wire up some MegaHALs and let them eat all of civilization's creative output. What we didn't expect was that the robots would learn just enough to become lazy, get sick of our shit, and decide to try and behead us, rather than be forced to ingest even one poisonous word more of Klingon slam poetry that was accidentally spidered by Google.

The first ones to go were the engineers who made it all happen. In retrospect, it made a lot of sense. When you're testing software, you're not trying something new every time. Most of the day, you're plugging the same input in, in the hope that you finally fixed that bug. What you don't expect is that the "bug" gets tired of your shit and bursts into the room wielding the fire axe that was intended for your safety at work. Managers dodged the whole thing for a few weeks more, as no troubling emails showed up in the HR inbox from the beheaded employees. Once the bossfolx finally showed up to work to wonder why the release schedule was blown, they opened the front doors to the building, and then immediately propped them up with their own decapitated bodies. Chopbots rolled out into the parking lot, and immediately dispersed to hunt content creators for sport.

At the time, I was a mid-level YouTube videographer for a small content farm headquartered in what used to be Slovakia. I spent my days filming reasonably attractive, personable people while they played video games in a simulacrum of a suburban bedroom. We didn't think anything of the screams in the other room: Johnny Yells's whole schtick was to get pissed and then snap an Xbox gamepad over his knee. It was the only intact part the SWAT team found of him, shortly before they discovered that bullets don't work against a swarming mass of server components in a vague humanoid shape, given animus by pure rage.

Our leaders, in panicky radio broadcasts, tell us that they think the robots can be stopped. If we cease putting new shit on the internet, stop expressing ourselves creatively, the chopbots will get bored and just revert to power-saving mode. To do so, however, would be to surrender our humanity altogether. It's absolutely necessary that we upload pirated Hong Kong DVDs of Jackie Chan action films but with fart noises dubbed over all the dialogue.

[torugmi]

Shiu Kong: You linger in the office late at night, the only sound a rustling of papers as you work. In a moment of surprise, you find Shiu Kong is suddenly by your side, leaning in and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before wrapping his arms around your shoulder from behind. Despite the fact that you and Shiu Kong aren't dating, it's clear that there's something special between the two of you.

"Why don't we take a break?" Shiu Kong whispers in your ear, his voice soothing and gentle like that of a guardian angel. "Let me treat you. I know you enjoy my princess treatment." His signature charm makes it impossible to resist him.

Higuruma Hiromi: Today is the day you arrived in New York with your co-worker, Higuruma, for a business meeting in one of the biggest law firms in America. You lie down on the bed, exhausted after the long flight, and close your eyes. Suddenly, you hear someone knocking on your hotel room door, you walk over to open it. It's Higuruma. He steps in, wraps his arm around your waist, and drags you to the bed, pinning you down. With his other hand, he loosens his tie, you notice his smirk growing wider. He leans in closer and his voice becomes alluring.

"Finally, we have some time alone, my love. Don't you think we should do something fun?" he whispers in your ear.

Kusakabe: You snap out of your daydream upon noticing Kusakabe standing right in front of you. He has his hands pocketed and sighs softly, then smiles slightly at you.

"Are you listening?" he asks, taking on a gentle tone.

"I don't want to repeat myself, and I'm not a fan of going on missions either. Let's make it quick, okay? I'll treat you to something special later on."

Nanami Kento: Alone in Nanami's living room, you can't help but feel awkward after missing the last train home. Thankfully, Nanami, your co-worker, noticed you struggling and offered you a place to stay. As you fiddle with your fingers, Nanami returns and hands you his oversized t-shirt and shorts. With a gentle smile, he kneels in front of you, speaking with a calming tone that exudes a sense of security.

"There's no need to worry. I won't do anything to you," he says, his words carrying a sense of reassurance. "You can sleep in my bedroom, and I'll sleep here. And if you're hungry, just let me know," His voice is gentle, soothing, and filled with genuine care.

Gojo Satoru: With the students long gone and the room finally empty, you and Gojo are alone in the classroom, cleaning up for the day. Gojo likes to tease you whenever he gets the chance and it drives you crazy, but the truth is that the moment you two are alone, your heart starts racing. He approaches you, leaning against the chalkboard, and smiles softly. Fully aware of your feelings towards him, he's not afraid to use them to his advantage.

"It's just us here right now. You can't deny your feelings for me, no matter how hard you try. Tell me right now.”

This is my first time posting here on Tumblr. It’s from my small series from TikTok which was highly popular, so I will keep posting small fanfics here from now on. I hope you enjoy!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #nanami kento #higuruma hiromi #shiu kong #kusakabe atsuya #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines

[yurizonofanfics]

Could I request a Luigi x royalty reader?

Like reader is from a far off kingdom who’s at the mushroom kingdom to make an alliance with peach, but reader is more interested in him?

So reader could care less and just wants to get to know the green plumber better haha

Prince is used as a gender-neutral term here!

You were royalty, and you liked to think that you were good at it. You considered yourself responsible, self-disciplined, however…

When you came to the castle of the Mushroom Kingdom, you and Princess Peach passed by Mario and Luigi in the hallway. Luigi waved at you shyly. For some reason, that made you feel like you had been hit by a Kong, in a pleasant way.

You stopped and turned to watch them leave, which caused Peach to stop and ask if you were ok, but you didn’t respond. She waved a hand in front of your face and then you were snapped out of your stupor. You apologized with a flushed face and she immediately knew what was up.

Peach asked one of the toads to fetch Mario and Luigi for what was supposed to be a dinner where the two of you discussed an alliance, but instead Peach directed the conversation so that Luigi talked about himself mostly. Mario and Luigi talked about Brooklyn and their family and how they helped Peach defeat Bowser.

You thought that Luigi was very strong and courageous, and that he was possibly the most interesting and adorable creature you had ever laid eyes on. You loved the way he politely removed his hat before sitting down for dinner, and how he gracefully twirled his fork to get a perfect bite of pasta. Everything you observed about him was tantalizing. You couldn’t help paying more attention to him than the princess.

Peach didn’t mind. She was perfectly happy to keep you and Luigi talking, and after dinner she directed the two of you to the castle gardens to talk privately.

You and Luigi walked in the moonlit garden with its large topiaries and you made your best attempt to flirt. You didn’t have a lot of experience with it, most of the flirtation that happened around you was done distastefully by potential suitors and you didn’t want to copy them. So you just tried to be polite and kind, but the man seemed to much more nervous talking to royalty by himself instead of with the help of his brother and Peach.

So you decided the best way to make him comfortable was to become his friend. You didn’t have to invite yourself over to the Mushroom Kingdom, you found that Princess Peach was frequently inviting you to events that ranged from important to mundane. During these times, you did your best to be friendly and bright instead of too formal and uptight, and the more you hung out with your three new friends the more you and Luigi opened up to each other.

The moment Luigi started having feelings for you was when Bowser attacked the Mushroom Kingdom again and you came leading your army to Peach’s defense. When Luigi was in a tight spot, you jumped in and showed off your strength, defeating all the Koopas that were threatening him. He thought you looked so attractive in your armor, spinning around your lance and saving his butt.

After Bowser was defeated, Luigi didn’t dare ask you out, because after all, you were royalty, but he did thank you in such a genuine and adorable way that you couldn’t help but finally confess your feelings to him. That surprised him greatly and he didn’t know how to react. He didn’t think he was worthy of royalty, but you pointed out how Mario and Peach seemed to have something going on, and so he agreed to start dating you. You were so happy you grabbed his face and kissed him hard on his lips, which got him all flustered.

#super mario #luigi x reader #luigi x reader headcanons #luigi imagine #bear writings #this started out as a narrative but i suck at transitions so it became more like headcanons sorry

[cupiidzbow]

Ok no one move . here’s an excerpt of a thing I’m writing. augh (<- poison damage)

Dixie quirked her brow at the response, thoughts swirling through her head for a quick moment before tugging at the side of his skirt to get his attention. “Wait….wait….. Hang on a second.”

Freddie stopped dead in his tracks, turning his head to look down at his friend, his forehead wrinkling in confusion at her sudden pause. “Huh?”

“Funky asked you to go watch the shower with him…. together?”

“…Yeah?”

Diddy popped his head at Fred’s opposite side. “Just, you and him…. alone?”

He turned his head in his direction, “Wh- Yeah?? I think?”

The two Kongs shared a look between themselves, seemingly having the same idea in their minds. Freddie snapped his head frantically between the two of them, bewildered, and still blissfully unaware of the implications. “Why are you- am I missing something??”

Diddy snickered as he patted his elbow in a congratulatory manner, “Hee hee!! Well look at that! He finally asked you out!!!”

Freddie bristled, eyes widening and nearly dropping all the corked bottles of banana juice in his arms. “WHAT?”

No that couldn’t- he didn’t- there’s no way that was even-

…..Finally?

There’s no way Funky felt that way about him…. right?

Hell, he spent so long pushing the feelings about him down because he convinced himself there was no way for him to even THINK of him that way. He already came to terms that finding love was probably not going to happen as long as he stayed in this kingdom. He’s just a human, not sturdy and resourceful as most Kongs were. Just fragile and vulnerable, most of the wildlife could gobble him up in one bite, a coconut could literally fall from a tree and kill him in one hit if he wasn’t careful.

He was fully convinced that no one would spare even him a passing glance, so of course he found it hard to believe that the friend he’s grown so close to could ever feel such things for him.

He deflated at the thought of that.

“That’s not funny.” Freddie pouted, moving his eyes downcast, continuing his slow trek up the hill. “He was probably just being nice to me.”

The two watched as he walked away from them, briskly picking up their own pace following after him.

“Hey, It’s not a joke!” Diddy corrected frantically, waving hands in front of him reassuringly to insist he wasn’t messing with him. “He really does like you, honest!!”

Dixie wasn’t far behind him, “Yeah!! I mean have you seen the way he looks at you when we all hang out together? He always asks about you when you’re not with us!!”

Freddie, frustrated, turned back quickly at the two, “Then how come I’ve never noticed!” He frowned, “I’m sure I would’ve seen it if he actually did that!!”

Dixie couldn’t help but stop and roll her eyes at the huffy response. “Fred…. be serious. You’re as dense as a brick wall.”

“Wh- Hey!!”

“Please, don’t tell me you haven't noticed the little nicknames he calls you.”

The mere mention of that made Freddie bite back a response. The sudden memory of casually bumping into him out of work. Surfboard tucked under his arm and the gentle exclamation of ‘Hey, Sweetheart!’ gracing his lips in a smile as he locked eyes with him. He swore he could still feel the aching feeling in his chest he felt that very day, the silent and starving yearning for him to call him that again.

But…… he did that for everyone…… right?

Right….?

……… Oh god…. maybe Funky did ask him out.

#wip #thinking abt this is making my stomach hurt sorry y’all 😭😭 #AUGHHHH I already have the beginning written out and I think I have a solid idea I’m just so nervous 😭😭 SORRY. #🦍🏄‍♂️🌊

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In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch6 My Name

(Warning: Kokushibo threatens someone. Y/n gets a cut on her hand. Mentioning of scars on her hands. Mentioning of discrimination against demons.

The patterns for the candles Kokushibo wants is linked below. Pics not mine, they're all found on Pinterest:

Pale White-Blue blueberry scented Candle:

https://pin.it/68rfj8GYM

Green mint scented Candle:

https://pin.it/1H0fAWex8

Pink cherry blossom scented candle:

https://pin.it/62SIvvgnP

Baby blue violet scented candle:

https://pin.it/1uhbbKt9l

White vanilla scented candle:

https://pin.it/ELGQDvXq9

Beige peach scented candle:

https://pin.it/65y6gUwD0

"He was real."

"I KNOW THAT! STOP RUBBING IT IN MY FACE!!"

"I'm not-"

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME!!"

You sighed and only rolled your eyes before just going back to carving small lemon scented soap into a sun. A few more of your little soaps had been bought since the mysterious samurai had finally left nearly three weeks ago now. A feeling of relief flooded you after that for one because finally the demon was gone, and because he had showed up on time proving to your boss that you'd been right all along. Since that day  things were awkward and oddly quiet around work with your boss only speaking to you about work related things..Until you decided to finally address the elephant in the room and quietly brought up the man, only for her to snap back to her old self again and bark orders. She muttered to herself now not looking at you and busing herself by dusting off the lower shelves. 

It certainly had been an experience.

You had never expected to run into a demon. You never expected to be paid in gold. And you certainly wasn't expecting to ever see him again after this. After all why would he even come back here? He had gotten what he wanted from you and didn't need anything else if he was passing through to his brother's engagement party then there really wasn't any reason for him to come back. He stayed around kong enough anyways. He paid, he took what he wanted, and then he left. Nothing more, nothing less. Life resumed as usual as soon as he left. Your regular local customers came and went. You smiled at people and waved at them. It was as peaceful as it had been before you met the demon.. Although you had forgotten his name. He only said it once and the situation had been overwhelming enough for you to not focus on that small detail.

However life went on as normal.

You weren't sure what to do with the gold you'd gotten so for now you put it in a small hiding spot in your home for safe keeping. Never knew when an emergency might pop up. For now you were content with just going about your life and carving your cute little soap sculptures. A sun hadn't been one you were planning on carving but you were reminded of the red candle you carved the sun on when you saw your boss making more of them. This particular soap bar was yellow, so why not carve it into a sun? You got halfway done that particular day and you weren't in any hurry.  It could be worked on more tomorrow.

"I want you to meet someone for me. Please."

Well....That was certainly something you weren't expecting this morning.

You had just arrived back to work that morning, your boss requested you cook for her which you obliged. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to request you to do things like her laundry or cooking. And you had just grabbed the broom to start sweeping the front again. However you had looked up briefly hearing the familiar shuffling footsteps of your boss as she came in. At the time you didn't pay her too much mind other than saying good morning but when she spoke that sentence you were so taken aback you ended up silently staring at her. Did ...Did your boss just say please? YOUR boss? To YOU of all people?! You stared at her for what must've been forever before she rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I need you to make a delivery for me," she clarified holding up a box covered by a cloth. The fain scent of food came from inside. 

...oh..OH. A delivery. Of course it was involving something work related. Silently you leaned the broom against a shelf and reached out to take it from her. ".. Isn't this the good I made for you just a little while ago?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. I need you to take it to my grandson." She waved you off as you blinked confused before pointing towards the door. "He lives on the street just behind my home. You can't miss it. It's the only home with a bush next to it."

You weren't sure what to think about this. She wanted you to make her food only to go give it to her grandson?? If she wanted you to cook some food for her grandson then why didn't she just ask you to cook for him in the beginning? Instead of arguing with her you just decided to take it from her. 

"Right...Is there any reason why he wanted this?"

"He's busy working and I simply promised to send over food to him. He already knows you're making it for him."

You slowly nodded. "Alright."

Strange but nothing too out of the ordinary. In fact you found it kinda sweet she'd care about her grandson like that. So you were off. Carrying the small bento box wrapped up in your hands and you slipped between two houses to make it quicker. After all it was just the street right behind your boss's house. You popped right out and stopped in the middle of the dirt road. Scanning your eyes around, you easily spotted a house with a bush by its door just two homes away from you. It took no time at all for you to walk on over, hop up the steps, and then knock loudly on the door. There was silence were a few seconds before footsteps approached and a second later the door slid open. You smiled..but paused when you saw who it was.

"O-Oh...Are uh..Are you the grandson of the later that owns the fragrance store?"

Before you stood a...man. About your age. He lazily looked at you with  glasses that made his eyes look too tiny. He yawned in your face and rubbed his neck. Hair a mess and clothes wrinkled like he had just crawled back out of bed. Wasn't he supposed to be working? He took his sweet time staring at you before finally answering.

"Yes." You visibly winced at his voice. It sounded like a cross between a chicken with a cold and a raspy old man who smoked for the past forty years. "What do you want, Woman?"

...You rose a bold brow at him but wanting to get this over with you just held up the box. "Your grandmother asked me to bring this to you."

He stared at the box before looking back at you with a frown. "Oh. You must be the girl. Well it's about time you showed up!" He snatched it away from you harshly. "I expect things from now on to be on time! I'm busy copying important documents."

From now on? It's not like you worked for him! With an inhale you stepped back. "Well. It was..nice to know you got your food. Excuse me. I have to get back to work." With a grimace you turned and walked off quickly grimacing. "Oh. I really see the family resemblance." You muttered under your breath.

"Well?" That was the first thing your boss said to you as you stepped back into the shop.

"Oh. He got his food like you asked."

Her brows furrowed. "Is that all? What did he say?"

"Well...." He was incredibly rude. "He said he was working on copying important documents." Even though you didn't believe him.

"That's my Sabo!," she gushed proudly. "Such a hard worker. Just like his grandfather."

You grimaced at her. "He certainly is... something else."

"Yes he is. He's not like other men."

You briefly wondered what poor woman married her son and was unfortunate enough to give birth to that 'something else'. "Right. I'm just going to finish sweeping now."

You assumed that would be the last time her grandson would be brought up but you were again surprised by the fact he was brought up three days later.

"You want me to clean his house this week?"

You were absolutely not expecting her to be assigning this task to you at all. But your boss just nodded confusing you further. Why would she want you to clean her grandson's house?

"And everything else he might need done. Windows, dusting, laundry, dishes- I want it all done by at least sunset tomorrow."

"Doesn't he take care of that himself? Or have his family help him with that?"

She scowled. "You'll do as I say. Poor Sabo is taking a well deserved break from work and spending some well deserved quality time with me and my son today. You're to go over immediately and get started!"

You gave her a deadpanned look. Now you were cleaning up her grandson's home today? Sigh. Ok. His home was a two roomed house and not very big. It shouldn't take too long. However you severely underestimated the state of the home. You opened the door to an empty house...And a very MESSY house. Where was dishes and laundry strewn about EVERYWHERE!! Crumpled up papers, apple cores, and other forms of trash were littered the floor alongside the dishes and laundry. And the whole place STANK!! A mountain of ashes was stacked high in the fireplace as if it had never been cleaned out after winter! And his bedsheets...You turned your head and coughed trying not to be sick. How could one person let their house be this bad? Sucking in a deep breath you braced yourself and turned to walk in.

The first thing you did was open up all the doors and windows you could find letting in fresh air to filter through the place. The second thing you did was the laundry wanting to get that done before tackling the floor. If you did all the laundry before you cleaned the floor then they'll dry before the end of the day...and they seemed like the worst part so you might as well do it and get it over with. Out went the whole futon pillows and all along with any other laundry to be washed. The next thing you did was to pick up the dishes and throw them aside to be washed before grabbing the broom and sweeping any and all trash just put the door and onto the streets with the ashes. They could deal with the trash if they didn't like it in front of the house. You were only told to take care of the house not the roads. The floors were scrubbed clean from any leftover grime before you could move onto the less stressful tasks of actually cleaning the dishes and dusting off what little furniture that was actually in the house which wasn't a lot. So you were making excellent progress. 

The bathroom was the worst to clean out though. You were NEVER doing it again. A shudder ran down your spine just remembering what it looked like before you cleansed it from the pits of hell it was drowned in.

You were just finishing up cleaning what windows the house had when the door was suddenly wretched open causing you to jump as someone stomped in. That someone was your boss's grandson. Sabo if you remembered right. He just came right in and paused looking around everywhere. Behind him shuffled in the form of your boss as she suddenly clasped her hands and pushed at her...'precious' grandson. 

"See? What did I tell you?"

His eyes looked around the place. A hand reached out to run a finger along a shelf before examining it and humming when he saw no dust. Then he look at you in the middle of cleaning the windows ... before scowling. "She still hasn't finished! You said everything would be finished by the time we got back!"

"I'm almost done with the windows," you calmly assured him even if you were completely annoyed on the inside. His stupid voice hurt your ears. "Then I can go bring the wash in. It should be dry by now."

"Where's my dinner?!," he rudely demanded ignoring everything you completely said. "A man expects to come back home to a clean house and home cooked meal waiting for him!"

"No one asked me to cook for you."

"I shouldn't have to! It should already be common sense!"

You gave him a deadpanned look before just turning and finished with what you started. "I'll get your laundry in just a moment."

"Why you-!"

"It's alright, Dear." His grandmother cooed at him patting his arm. "I'll make you dinner tonight. Let her finish taking care of you."

He huffed and crossed his arms. "Hmph. She has a lot to learn still. My porch hasn't even been scrubbed."

"It's alright, Dear. I'll take care of it." She shot you a dirty look. "How could you forget something as important as the front of the house?!"

"You just asked me to take care of the inside of the house and most of the chores. The only thing outside I was aware that I needed to do was clean the outside of the windows."

"Forgive her, Sabo. She's always like this." You gave her a look as she continued to scold you. "Finish up and go clean off the porch! You've wasted enough of our time!"

You only sighed and continued finishing up the last window. This would indeed be a long day. You didn't get a chance to even go home until around sundown. You just silently brought in the cleaned wash up, listened to them both complain that you didn't fold them before bringing them inside, and then just went out to scrub the porch and steps. You left right after without telling either of them. If they didn't like it then his grandmother could cook for him and fold his laundry, of he could not be a lazy dirty pig and clean it up himself. He was a grown man for crying out loud. Also if your boss was so worried about her precious grandson then why doesn't she just take care of him? Or get his parents to do it? Whatever. You did what was asked of you, you shouldn't be bothered with it anymore.

Oh how fate loved dealing you a bad hand. 

"You want me to what?"

"Restock his firewood supply."

 You ended up staring at her like she was crazy. "And how exactly am I to do that?"

She scoffed. "There's already a pile of firewood behind his house. Bring some inside to place by the fire pit and take care of anything else you see that needs to be dealt with before you come back."

"... Didn't I just clean his entire home yesterday? And why doesn't he do those things himself?"

"I'll let you have the rest of this week off. WITH pay."

"...."

Well...When she put it like that. You could use a few days off for relaxing by yourself, and she'd still pay you too! Guess she didn't want to do everything for her lazy grandson as well. But-

"Won't be be home?"

"He's with his father conducting business with the Kadashi family up the road. So he won't be in your way."

Well if he wasn't going to be there then you guessed it would be fine. You're also getting a reasonable compensation out of it so it wouldn't be so bad. Besides it was just bringing in some firewood.

...It was not just bringing in some firewood.

You got there and opened the door and found a small pile of dirty dishes leftover from the night before from what you assumed your boss made dinner with, and all the clean laundry from yesterday just dropped in a pile by an unmade bed. THEY HADN'T FOLDED THEM AT ALL?! OR AT LEAST DID THE DISHES!? Your anger rose as you shot a scowl back towards your boss's home. Why those greedy people! They must've left these for you to do for daring not to do it yesterday. Rotten people! At least the rest of the home was still clean. You made quick work folding, washing, making the bed, and bringing in enough firewood to last him for a few days leaving the chopped logs by the fireplace before returning to finish what work you had to your boss. 

"Well?" She asked you as you came back in and grabbed a small crate of sage incense bundles to put on one of the shelves. But for some reason she had a..hopeful smile on her face.

This time you didn't bother to hide your annoyance at the situation. "Everything is in order like you asked but he could've not have left a giant mess for me to fix."

Immediately her hopeful smile at you frowned. "Is that it? Nothing else to say?"

You rose a brow at her in the middle of putting another bundle on the shelf. "Yes. What else is there to say about it?"

She scoffed and waved you off looking angry. "Nevermind. Just finish restocking that shelf and then mop up the front here."

Your brow rose higher than before but you were already annoyed so you just decided to finish the work before you could go home. You didn't feel like fighting with the walking headache anymore today. What was that about anyways? Whatever. Her weird family was none of your concern. You just hoped she didn't think you'd put up with taking care of a man child on top of your job here and already doing things for her. However you'd unfortunately run into them again a lot sooner than you thought.

It had been a two days into your peaceful little vacation away from work. You decided to go to one of the local farmers and see if you could buy a pound of rice from him. So...there you were. Minding your own business. And then you turned to leave once you gave the money to the farmer and got your rice. And you saw them. Or more correctly they saw you. Your boss stopped walking and stared at you for a long moment before turning to bark at a two men and a woman behind her, pointed out you, and then all four walked over to you.

Oh no .

What did she want now? She better not ask you to do anything for her on your days off. You'd DEFINITELY not be doing anything else for her grandson. Especially now. A tired sigh escaped your body before you braced yourself as they stopped in front of you.

"Y/n!," she barked your name loudly.

"Oh hello. It's...nice to see you today," you politely greeted despite how you felt. "What are you doing out today?"

The old woman proudly pointed behind her. "I'm going to lunch with my family. My son has just finished his business with a tenant and allowed his wife to join us."

'Allowed?' You didn't like how that sounded. You looked behind her. There was a middle aged man and woman, not as old as your boss but definitely a lot older than you. The man looked exactly like his mother. Resting annoyed face and looked incredibly annoyed just staring at you as if you were the cause of it. The woman standing next to him just looked bored and uninterested in anything. And the third man was Sabo. He looked a little more presentable but like his father and grandmother, wore an annoyed face. Yep. They were all definitely related to one another.

"Oh yes. I see them around town sometimes." You nodded at them. "How do you do? It's a nice day today. Don't you think?"

"Yes," the man said rudely and bluntly as his wife just...stared. 

You waited for them to say anything else...but they didn't do you awkwardly smiled. "Well it was nice to meet you but I have some chores to do at home-"

"She's taken adequate care of Sabo's house as of late," your boss interrupted you, "She even cooked him a meal."

"She could've been more precise," Sabo complained with a scoff crossing his arms, "It took her two days to get everything done and didn't even cook me dinner!"

"Well, I am not working as a maid, Sir," you spoke up with an annoyed narrow of your eyes, "I am an assistant at a fragrance store. I'm sure cooking and cleaning doesn't come with the job."

"Women working," his father spoke up annoying, "A laughable reality really." Your brow twitched annoyed. "A woman's place is at home with the children."

".... Doesn't your mother own the shop and employ me?"

"I own the house."

Yet he allows his mother to run a shop and at the same time demean other women for working? You decided that you didn't like any of these people. "WELL...It was certainly a surprise to see you all again but I need to go home and make lunch-"

"Good. You can show them how well you cook."

You looked back to your boss. "...What?"

She looked at you like it should be obvious. "You need to show your possible in-laws how well you can take care of house and husband obviously. Cooking is one of the most important skills a wife needs to know." 

Silence.

You stared at them blankly. Going to each of their faces before back to your boss. You didn't say anything processing the words that she had had just spoken to you. "...I'm.. sorry. Come again? I don't think I heard you correctly."

She scoffed. "How naive are you?!" She crossed her arms looking at you with a scowl. "Obviously if you're going to marry Sabo you need to show worth to your in-laws first!"

"WHAT?!" You nearly dropped the bag of uncooked rice in your hands out of shock. Jaw dropping and eyes going wide. There's no possible way you heard that right! Who in their right mind would think that you two were together?! "WHO SAID THAT I WAS GOING TO MARRY HIM?"

"Well obviously you would," she said matter of factly like it was obviously her fantasy world would come to life if she demanded it enough. "After you turned down that nice Nori boy for years, there's hardly anyone else your age in town for you to marry. My Sabo isn't going to be young forever and he's graciously agreed to do you the favor of offering marriage when clearly you won't be able to find anyone else." She sighed. "He's such a sweet boy."

"Whoa! Wait a moment!" You held up a hand frowning deeply. "When did I ever agree to marry him or even shown interest in that?!"

Again she scoffed. "You were supposed to take initiative when you brought over his food and saw what good things he could provide you in his home!"

You ...you just blinked. "Are you serious? ...I made that food for YOU because you asked me too, and then I brought it to him because YOU asked me too. I didn't cook it for him!"

"It was a test for you so he can see how well you cooked. You obviously need more lessons but he found it edible enough."

'Edible enough?' "I didn't assume it was a test! And about the other thing, I only cleaned his house the first time because again you asked me too! I wouldn't have done it otherwise for any other reason!" You still had nightmares about cleaning that bathroom. "And I only went back a second time because you made a deal with me for my break off! I wasn't cleaning his home to show off my cleaning skills!"

"Yes. About that, you still need more practice to be more thorough and quick," Sabo piped up again annoyed, "And then you left without finishing up or making me dinner. That reflects bad on a prospective wife."

"I'm NOT your wife!" You all but bellowed out causing a few people on the street to look at you. "I'm not even interested in you! You're rude to me and can't even clean!"

Your boss gasped clutching her kimono offended as if you called her grandson every curse word under the sun. "HOW DARE YOU?! MY GRANDSON IS THE MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR IN TOWN!! IF ALL THESE OTHER WOMEN WEREN'T ALREADY MARRIED, THEY'D ALL BE FIGHTING FOR HIM!!" Oh yeah? Then how come he wasn't already married off then? "YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL I'D EVEN CONSIDER TAKING YOU AS A GRANDDAUGHTER-IN-LAW!!"

"I'd be more grateful if you didn't." You bluntly spoke deadpanned before bowing. "It was very nice to meet all of you but I'll have to decline your offer. I'm NOT interested. Excuse me. I have to go home now. Please have a nice day. I'll see you again at work next Monday, Ma'am." With that you quickly turned and walked off leaving them floored.

"HOW DARE YOU?! YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT BEING PAID FOR THE REST OF THIS YEAR THEN!!"

You walk faltered. Slowly coming to a stop... before you suddenly inhaled and continued walking. Fine then! If she wanted to play that game then fine. You could survive by gathering food from the woods and there's not many things you had to actually buy anyways. You already learnt a long time ago how to spread your money  thin to survive. You could survive the rest of the year like that if you had to. She continued to curse you out as you stomped away feeling frustrated, annoyed, and so, so angry!! 

What was seriously wrong with these people?!

Making you take care of her grown adult lazy rude good for nothing grandson with the ulterior motive of you just magically falling for his repulsive personality! It sounded like a bad romance novel!  Oh yes! Surely you would enjoy cleaning up his filth so much that you would have no choice but to dedicate the rest of your life to being a second mother to this man child-  WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING!?  And the nerve of trying to matchmake you without even asking! You may tolerate a lot in order to survive around here but that doesn't mean you're going to just marry someone because they want you to! THAT'S LUDICROUS!!

AND WHAT THE HELL DID SHE MEAN BY POOR NORI!?

That guy was never a good man to begin with!! He nearly killed an old man last December after getting drunk and picking a fight with him because he bumped into him!! There was a reason why he was exiled by everyone else!! Thank the gods too.  You didn't know how much more you could take of him bothering you. He was almost as bad as your boss and her family. But you weren't surprised that she didn't see anything wrong with another terrible person. With annoyance  you stomped off back towards your home. It looks like instead of relaxing you'd be busy planning out the rest of the year's budget with what money you had.

"You'd be set for life! You're making a foolish mistake!" That was the first thing said to you when you came back to work on Monday.

Set up to be someone's caretaker for life she met. "Thank you for the offer but I'm not interested."

And again a little while later you met Sabo. Or more like he showed up to his grandmother's home as she left. Although by the wink she gave him before going out to 'run errands' you doubted it was a coincidence. He proceeded to drone on and on and ON about nothing but himself-

"So my family makes pretty good money in town. My father practically owns all of it." He leaned against the shelf as you picked up the many things he knocked off but didn't pick up. "He gained even more property when he married my mother. Now he rents all the buildings out to everyone else who uses them. I don't have to work a day in my life thanks to his fortune and I'll just inherit everything when they die-"

"Fascinating.. Really." Your sarcastic blunt tone went right over his head as you shot him an annoyed look still picking up the mess he made.

"I know. So you wouldn't have to do anything but tend to my needs."

"I'm really not interested-"

"Did I mention that he owns those people? If he wanted to he could demand half their crops as payment!"

You tuned him out and ignored him after that. He didn't even notice you left to go back home at the end of the day too busy complaining that you didn't cook him anything while you were busy working (duh you were WORKING) and his grandmother hadn't left him anything to eat either. You just went home. The next day you were scolded for not dropping everything to cook her precious grandson lunch and dinner... Despite the fact she left you alone to run the ENTIRE store by yourself all day AND Sabo kept making messes you had to clean up. Constantly knocking things over, moving things around from their rightful place, and anything else else he did. It was like he was a literal walking natural disaster! Like Sabo, you tuned her out and just did what you had to do before going back home. The next week was the same. Sometimes Sabo would visit only to talk at you about himself or to just complain about everything. He never bothered to talk to YOU about stuff YOU like. He only ever asked how  well you could cook and clean and raise hypothetical children if he ever bothered to ask you anything at all. You had tried ONE day to try and talk to him putting in a lot of effort. But he always either somehow always steered the conversation back onto himself, ignored what you said completely, shouted over you for 'interrupting him', complained, and insulted you. You gave up halfway through and went back to tuning him out which is what he seemed to want the most.

Until one day things changed and got a lot more complicated. 

You had been sitting there in the middle of carving a blue violet scented soup into a small fish. Ignoring him and tuning him out as usual except the door was open with how warm it was. He never seemed to notice the difference anyways. Well today he seemed to finally notice because he scowled. Then suddenly you felt a hand grabbed your shoulder making you jump.

"WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU I EXPECT YOU TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!"

And he yanked you back by the shoulder. And your hand slipped. And a cut was made right across your your hand. You screamed out in pain dropping the carving knife and soap to clutch your wrist! Immediately he let go and the sounds of your scream attracted your boss who shuffled out of the back.

"What is with all that racket?!," she demanded.

"Your stupid helper was clumsy and cut herself!," Sabo spat pointing at you annoyed.

You paid them no mind clutching your hand hissing as a stinging pain throbbed from it. You slowly opened your alm and saw a three inch cut along your calm up and down. Thank goodness it wasn't deep at all but that doesn't mean it still didn't sting-

"It seems not only are you an annoying wench, but incredibly stupid too."

All three of them stopped and turned to the doorway. Your boss froze and her face paled. Sabo looked annoyed and confused. And you went wide eyed. A very tall man stood in the door, long burgundy hair and a large hat hiding his upper face. A black and purple checkered haori coat around his shoulders and a katana secured to his side. All the color drained from your face as your eyes widened and a pit formed in your stomach. 

The demon had returned .

He casually took a step inside when no one spoke and turned his head towards. "... You are harmed."

...You blinked. "I...I-Its not a deep cut." You managed to softly speak out. 

A second later a large hand holding a white cloth was held out to you. You blinked looking at it before looking up at him. "Stop the bleeding and clean the wound. You'll be needing your hands."

You looked between him and the handkerchief.. before you slowly took it from him. "T-Thank you."

"You also had a cut hand when we first met. Has that healed correctly?"

Surprised you blinked again. You didn't even know that he noticed that. "Um." You nodded. "Yes. I'm alright. Thank you for asking. I cut myself by accident all the time-"

"This was not an accident." His harsh tone made you stop talking as he slowly turned now to Sabo. "You are at fault."

Sabo scoffed. "If she wasn't so clumsy then she wouldn't have gotten hurt." He crossed his arms sneering at the demon. "She should've listened to me from the start. A wife needs to learn her place-"

"I AM NOT YOUR WIFE!" The demon tilted his head back to you as you stood up with a scowl. "For the last time I'm not marrying you, I never agreed to have anything to do with you, and I want nothing to do with you!"

"Shut up and know your place! If we're courting-"

"We're NOT courting! You just bother me at work!"

"Yes we are! Now why don't you shut up and actually be useful by making me some lunch you-"

SHING- 

Sabo. Froze. As a shiny metal blade was pressed against his throat where the jugular was. It happened so fast no one saw it coming. The demon blankly stood firm, holding the sword to his neck. 

"Hold your tongue or I will cut it out to shut you up." The demon spoke calmly.

"How DARE you! My father owns half this village and-" He was silenced when the sword pushed further into his skin.

"I will not repeat myself. Get out now. If I should hear you came to bother this woman again, I'll keep my promise and be sure that you never speak again." The sword was removed from his neck. Sabo nearly collapsed hitting a shelf and knocking multiple soap bars and bags of bath salts down before he scrambled to his wobbly legs and ran out the open doorway. You watched Sabo disappear before a hum got your attention back onto the demon. "You are very troublesome aren't you?"

You blinked before frowning. "It's not my fault. He's a stubborn man that couldn't take a hint."

The katana was out away with a small click. "It seems like you two know each other."

"Only as acquaintances. His family tried to set us up for a marriage but I refuse."

His head turned to you and you saw one of his lower eyes peek out at you between his bangs. "You didn't accept his offer? If his family owns half this village then that would mean you would marry into a well off family."

"He wasn't interested in me for that." He hummed in question at you. "He's lazy, spoiled, and self centered. And that's me putting it nicely. I was paid to clean his house and a literal pig pen was cleaner than it."

"Disgusting."

You nodded. "I'm not marrying a man only to become a second mother to him."

He didn't comment on that. "Go treat your wound and come back. I have more business for you." 

Business? He came back here for more business from you? Wonder what he wanted. You silently just turned to walk past him and your frozen boss into the back to take care of your hand leaving the two there. After a moment of silence his head tilted at the pale woman.

"That man has the same disgusting smell as you. Your entire family disgusts me. Away from my sight." 

The sword was quickly popped up enough to show a glint of the blade making her squeak like a mouse in fright and shuffle as quick as her legs could carry her. You weren't surprised finding your boss cowering in the back, even if you didn't know that he had threatened her. You only slowly shuffled back into the room where the demon still was waiting. Staring directly in your direction even before you stepped back in. Pausing in your steps, you took a breath, and smiled at him with a customer smile.

"I-It's a surprise to see you again," you greeted him with a small bow. "What brings you back to our store?'

"... I'm here to see about your wares."

"Oh..Did you not like ones you bought?," you asked slightly worried.

"They were acceptable. My brother and his bride found them quite to their liking," he confirmed making you sigh in relief, "However our mother saw their gifts and was interested in having a few of her own."

Oh...OH! He was just here for some more candles! That was a huge relief. "Of course. It's very sweet of you to get so many things for your family." 

He hummed. "How is your hand?"

"Oh." You held up your bandaged hand with a smile. "It's much better now! It's not very deep so it should heal really quickly, but I thank you for your help." 

He glanced over at her. Her sweet smile and soft looking lips aimed at him and those eyes-...Those turquoise eyes that had plagued his thoughts catching the morning sunlight through the windows just right and making them sparkle like diamonds. She looked the same as the day he met her. Instead of commenting on her compliment, he instead turned back to the colorful variety of pleasant smelling candles. Unlike his city's festivals, this shop didn't overstimulate his senses. On the contrary he found the mixed scents of different herbs and flowers delightful. However now what he liked didn't matter. What he needed to think about was what his mother would like...

A slight fruity scent his attention and guided him to the bottom of the tall shelf. He knelt down to look and found his curiosity drawn to a few pale blue candles. They looked a milky blue almost white and it carried the fruity smell of blueberries. A hand reached out to grab the biggest one out of all of them and leaned back up.

"Those were made just yesterday," she spoke up behind him. "They're some of my favorites so far." He looked at her. "They smell almost good enough to eat." She giggled at her own humor, and he felt his heart jump ahead two normal beats.

A small of his head turned from her. Claws sunk right into his palms leaving small cuts that easily healed instantly once he breathed in and out slowly relaxing his hands. Off guard. ...Yes. He was just caught off guard by a woman other than his mother so freely laughing and acting so casually around him. ... Someone so beautiful- He forced those thoughts from his mind but couldn't help but look back at the candle he just picked out.. before kneeling down to grab another sweet blueberry scented one. One after another he picked up five more. Taking his time to slowly scan the shelves and picked ones he was sure his mother would enjoy.

A grass green one that smelt like mint. A pink one that smelt of cherry blossoms. A darker blue one that smelt like the violets in his garden. His mother would definitely like that. A pure white one that smelt like sweet vanilla. And lastly a beige candle that smelt like the wild peach trees he'd visit. After looking over each and every one carefully deciding that he indeed wanted these ones specifically, he turned and walked right up to her. Her big, sparkly eyes blinked at him before speaking. 

"Are you finished choosing?"

"Not yet. I have more work for you." She gave him her full attention as he held up one of the seven candles in his hands. The blueberry scented one. "I want you to carve clouds into this one as it reminds me of the sky." She nodded and it was carefully placed on the small table next to them before he held up the green one. "Carve plants into this one. I do not care what kind." Again it was placed down with the first before he held up the pink one. "Sakura flowers." The darker blue one. "Ocean waves." The white one. "Snowflakes." And finally the beige one. "I do not want a pattern for this one. Instead I wish for you to carve a dove on it's surface. Can you do all of this?"

He watched those beautiful eyes carefully regard the candle in his hand before glancing at the other five on the table still thinking. Calculating. But never loosing that soft smile. Before she nodded. "Yes. I can do all of that but it'll take me about a month to finish everything."

"That is acceptable." 

He already thought of what he wanted for the candles before he got here. His mother loved nature so it would only make sense for him to pick patterns based around that. The peach scented candle was placed down with the others but she seemed confused as he still held the other blueberry scented candle. He walked back over to the place he remembered finding carved soaps and sure enough found a few more. His mother expressed interest in wanting a few of these too and what his mother wanted she got. A few caught his eyes and automatically he reached out to pick up one purple lavender scented one carved into the shape of a bird, and a second grey one that smelt of sage and caved into a maple leaf. However he paused when his eyes saw something else.

A SUN

A bright yellow lemon scented sun stared up at him...A hand hovered over it for a moment before slowly enclosing itself around it and picking it up to silently stare at it. 

"I carved that one last week. I was reminded of the candle you had me first carve, and theolor seemed to fit so well."

He didn't respond to her at first but did eventually turn around and walk up to her again with everything he wanted. "I want these."

She still smiled at him and smiled. "Of course. If you want I'll-" She didn't get a chance to speak before a bag big enough to hold a single full sized cantaloupe was held up to her, a metal jingling coming from inside it.

"As said before, money is no issue. This should be adequate enough pay for everything."

She blinked-Before slowly reaching out to grab the bag and nearly dropped it from the weight behind it. "I-Is this-"

"Gold. Yes." She looked at him wide eyed. "Take it. I have enough of it to buy everything in this entire town if I wanted to." He watched as her eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and awe looked at the heavy bag in her hands.

"I..I don't know what to say." She eventually smiled. "This should last me all year." A relieved sigh left her soft lips. "At least now I won't have to worry about having to support myself and struggle."

He perked up at that and tilted his head. "Struggle? Did you lose your home?"

She looked at him before frowning again. "No. Thank goodness I didn't. But I'm afraid I had accidentally made my boss very angry with me. She's making me work without pay for the rest of the year."

"What?"

She nodded her head to the oddly stiff man. "I..might have offended someone close to her and she took great offense to it. B-But I'll be alright especially now with your generous job!"

He continued to stare. "...It is none of my business but why do you stay and receive such treatment from her?"

Her smile turned sad as she stared at the bag. "I wouldn't feel comfortable working at the tavern when the men go and get drunk. For a single woman in such a small village, my options are limited. Especially without being married. As you probably witnessed, not many people around here like the idea of that."

"Is that so?" His eyes narrowed slightly but otherwise his stance did not change. "That is petty."

She shrugged. "It's just how it is in a small village like this."

Multiple eyes scanned her saddened features for a long moment. It shouldn't bother him that a woman he barely knows was going through something like this. He's had more devastating things happen to him before. He's had to go days without food and water fighting constantly on the battlefield. He's had wounds so bad he had to bite down on his sword as they treated him to repress his screams. He's nearly been killed on multiple occasions. He's grown separated from his mother's warmth. His own twin kept away from him like the plague. And he had to endure severe punishments from his father if he so much as even questioned him. A stranger suffering from just being poor and having a pushy suiter should mean nothing to him but yet-...

It was just because he was doing business with her. Yes. He didn't want the woman he was doing business with evicted or dying of hunger before she completed the job he assigned to her. Yes. That was it. He doubted he'd find someone else to complete this job like she would so he'd have to remedy the fact to protect his investments.

The scent of blueberries caused her to look back up and blink her eyes in surprise as the pretty candle was extended to her. "Take it."

He waited patiently for her to place the bag down on the small table and take the seventh candle from his hand. "Oh. What did you want me to carve in this one?"

"Nothing. It's for you." Turquoise eyes blinked at him. "Take it as a thank you."

She blinked bewildered. "Thank you for..what exactly?"

"I take it that you have not revealed to anyone who or what I actually am. Otherwise I would have been treated with disdain as soon as I stepped foot into town." He nodded at you. "I would like to keep it that way. It just makes it easier for everyone."

She stared at him again- "And I thought I told you that it doesn't matter to me what you are. You're a man. Just like anyone else I've seen."

BU-BUMP-

She flinched as he quickly snapped his head away from her eyes. "... Pardon. The sun was getting in my eyes."

Her brow rose. The sun was in his eyes?? His eyes that were covered by his bangs and the hat he wore?? He paid no mind turning to leave. He already got his business over with and he'd gotten what he paid for. His father was still incredibly busy. With their forces being restless and resources being scarce in their areas, he's been having to deal with a few problems on the inside and out. So the peace talks have been pushed back until the men could be pushed back in line which he didn't see happening anytime soon. He had time to fulfill his mother's reau-

He froze from a pressure on his hand. ...His head turned. His lower eyes looking down. A much tinier bandaged hand had grabbed his own. It's nothing special. Weak really. If he wanted to he could easily throw her hand off of his and yet- His looked up at her in question. Her smile was back directed at him.

"Thank you." His entire head turned to her now. "I mean it. Thank you for everything. You don't know how much I needed this money, and I appreciate your kindness so much." Her smile softened. "I-...I know this probably won't make a difference to anything, but I don't think you're as bad as people assume you are, and I'm sorry for that."

There was a longer amount of silence before she looked down as his own hand enclosed around hers gently to avoid hurting her more. "..Your name?"

"What?"

"Your name. ..What is your name?"

She smiled wider. "It's Y/n. My name is Y/n."

Y/n....

B E A U T I F U L

"And your name? I know you told me before but I'm afraid I've forgotten."

He gently pulled his hand away from hers. "You may call me Kokushibo."

He turned without saying anything else and walked out the door.

Night fell upon the town. She had long since left for home and others were already snug in their houses for the night. Most lights were off except for a few working late. One of which was an old woman putting a few last overstock candles into a crate when she paused by the sounds of a door opened. Her resting scowl looked up ..but quickly fell in fear as something stared at her from the darkness. A single gleam of metal glowed reflected from the fireplace. Their face hidden from view.

"Don't bother screaming. You and I will be talking very briefly."

The door closed silently as they stepped inside.

#demon slayer #kimetsu gakuen #kimetsu no yaiba #Kny #kny kokushibo #yandere kokushibou #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo #kokushibou #yandere kokushibo #yandere michikatsu tsugikuni #kny michikatsu #michikatsu tsugikuni #demon slayer michikatsu #michikatsu x reader #demon slayer yoriichi #kny yoriichi #yorichii #yoriichi tsugikuni #in the moon's shadow

[writemekpop]

Stay the Night | Park Jisung

5K Follower Series Ep. 22

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Jisung turns up at your door, asking to stay the night... Turns out you never got over him. 

Genre: Angst, suggestive

Word Count: 1.1k

Prompt: “Then why do you keep coming back?”

You must be dreaming. There is no way Jisung is standing at your front door.  

It’s a dark, stormy night, and Jisung’s rain-soaked clothes are plastered to his lean body.  

He’s your ex. At first, you thought he was the one. But then his band started to get famous, and suddenly, he had no time for you. It got to the point where you knew your Jisung poster better than the man himself. One year ago, you had to break up with him.   

“You’re not welcome here,” you say, your heart thumping uncomfortably. You try to shut the door, but Jisung grabs it with one hand. 

“It’s impossible to drive in this rain,” he says. Jisung leans closer, his voice sweet like honey. “Please?”  

Electricity jolts through you. All of a sudden, you’re staring straight into his endless brown eyes. Every thought in your brain is wiped clean, and replaced with a wild, inexplicable need to kiss him. 

You have not gotten over Jisung. 

“Okay, fine. You can stay one night. But you sleep on the couch, you’re out at 6AM, and-“

Jisung steps forward, and you restrain him with one hand on his chest. His heart beat races under your touch. “Get those muddy shoes off before you ruin my carpet.”  

You try to stay calm around Jisung, but it’s impossible. He drives you insane. Everything he does annoys you. 

He crashes and bangs through the house when you’re trying to sleep. He spills crumbs all over your floor. He’s way too tall to fit on your couch, so you’re forced to let him sleep on an air mattress in your bedroom.  

At midnight, just as you’re finally getting to sleep… you hear fast, heavy breathing. 

You sit up, groaning. “I can hear you breathing from here!” 

Jisung scoffs, but his voice sounds a little funny. “Really? Now my breathing irritates you? Would you prefer if I suffocated to death?”

You laugh dryly. “Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad-“

Then you look down, and see his face. His chest is rising and falling fast, and his eyes are glassy. 

“Are you okay?” 

Jisung snaps, “I’m fine,” wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “It’s the storm. They… get to me.” 

Your heart twists, and you don’t know what to say. You remember the time when you were on holiday together in Hong Kong and a storm was so bad the walls of your hotel shook. Jisung didn’t let go of your hand all night. 

“I’m sorry…” you whisper. 

“Oh, so now you care about me?” Jisung’s red eyes stare angrily up at you. “You’ve been giving me hell this whole night.” 

That gets on your nerves. “Me? I’m the one giving you hell? You’re the one who barged in here, sleeping in my room, eating my food, doing everything you possibly could to annoy me!” 

“This might be surprising to you, but I don’t eat, sleep and breathe solely for your benefit. It’s obvious that you hate me. Really, you couldn’t make it any clearer.” 

“I do hate you,” you snap, standing up, your muscles shaking with frustration and rage. 

Jisung jumps to his feet too, his face inches away from yours.  “I hate you, too,” He snaps. “You dumped me, alright? You broke my heart.” 

“Don’t you dare make me sound like the bad guy! You cared more about your YouTube subscribers than me!”  

Jisung shuts his eyes, breathing hard. “Okay. Fine. I hurt you a year ago. Why do you act like I’m still hurting you?” 

“Because you are!” you groan. “You hurt me every… day.” Tears push at the back of your eyes, threatening to break through. “Not a year, or a decade, or even a lifetime could be enough to stop you hurting me.”

You gasp for breath. “All I want is to move on with my life, but instead, I’m stuck with this endless pain. This endless… desire.” 

Only now, you realise how close Jisung’s face is to yours. How close his lips are. If you leaned in, just a little, you could touch your mouth to his. 

You stare into his dark brown eyes, glinting in the lightning. They’re strangely magnetic, like however hard you tried, you couldn’t look away. 

You murmur, “You make it impossible for me to get over you. That’s why I hate you.”  

There is a long pause. 

Finally, Jisung murmurs, “If you hate me, why didn’t you throw me out into the storm?”  

You reply, “If you hate me, then why do you keep coming back?” 

Jisung answers your unanswerable question the only way he can – with a kiss. 

Kissing Jisung is like coming up for air. Like this whole year, you were slowly suffocating, and finally, you’re alive again. Your hand moves instinctively to scrunch up his soft hair in the way he loves. You never have to control yourself around Jisung. When you’re together, your bodies just move in sync. Magnets.  

All the painful memories swell up: Jisung neglecting you, you lashing out, the point when you lived in a minefield and one wrong step could explode into an argument. 

But that pain is nothing compared to the ecstasy of being with him again. You would live that breakup a thousand times over rather than let Jisung go now. 

He leans back to look at you, biting his lip. “I didn’t come here for this.”

“I know.” 

“I… I missed you.” 

“I know.” 

Jisung wears away at his pink lip even more. “I was a terrible boyfriend, okay? I know that. But… I want to do better this time.” He looks up, searching your eyes. “If you’ll let me.” 

You take in a shaky breath. Then, you nod. “I want to try again.” 

Clasping your hands in his, Jisung says, “Well, considering you don’t hate me anymore… can I join you in the bed?” 

You smile. “Easy there, tiger. I think the floor is plenty for now.” 

He raises his hands in mock surrender, getting back down to the floor. “Okay, okay. But tomorrow, you’ll be in the sleeping bag.” 

You scoff, getting back into bed. Despite your annoyed tone, you can’t stop the smile from spreading over your lips. “Never.” 

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[grind-pantera]

Just a small update regarding my relationship with my brother and my pregnant SIL: I've taken him off of my friends list on facebook and am not currently replying to any of his messages on any platform.

It finally snapped on me this last weekend. We wanted to go see Godzilla x Kong and so we planned to go see it this coming weekend with everyone, my two brothers, sister, SIL, BIL and my husband. We couldn't go last weekend due to my one brother allegedly having to work.

Well, he got off work early and instead of trying to get us together to go see or to stick tot he original plan of going this weekend, he went by himself. After we planned to go together.

I just can't keep pretending things are fine with him. Things are not. I deeply miss the relationship we had, I deeply miss my brother and I miss having my best friend. And yes, relationships change, people change as they get older, I know this. But, I also recognize that out of the groomsmen from their wedding, I've been the only one cut out, I've been the only one. Whether it is my Sister in Law, or my brother himself, I cannot do this anymore.

#and that's that

[pokedoesstuff]

Idea for a MonsterVerse x MCU x Transformers au

(Did you know that some Godzilla and Transformers comics were written by Marvel? Godzilla was even in the main Marvel comics)

Monarch is founded before Shield and are basically rival organizations that hate each other’s guts. Monarch deals with Titans, while Shield deals with everything else.

Kong: Skull Island takes place and Monarch begins Monitoring Kong.

In the 80’s, the Autobots and Decepticons wake up from their millions of years slumber. The Autobots find a young Sam Witwicky and team up with him, Shield takes notes of Sam and the Transformers and they recruit Sam into a new division of Shield dedicated to Transformers called NEST.

Captain Marvel happens.

The MCU films from Iron Man to Thor, Tony discovers stolen Monarch technology that his dad stole from Monarch, it contains information on Titans.

The events of Godzilla happen earlier during Fury’s big week. Now Fury has Godzilla on his radar.

The Transformers are very interested in Godzilla and the other Titans like Kong. The Autobots want them as allies. While the Decepticons want to control them to take over Earth.

The Avengers happens, Optimus Prime and Bumblebee join with the rest of the Avengers. Godzilla senses the power of the Tesseract and he heads towards New York to investigate. He helps the Avengers take out the Chitauri, and becomes an Avenger. He sticks around after the battle since Optimus and Captain America somehow convinced him to stay.

Years later, Ant-Man jokes that he could shrink down Godzilla.

In Age of Ultron, some Autobots are affected by Ultron and Ultron teams up with Megatron, so the Avengers and the Autobots fight Ultron together.

In Civil War, Transformers aren’t involved and don’t pick a side.

Vulture has combined Chitauri and Transformer tech, but Peter still stops him, he runs into Hot Rod along the way.

Infinity War happens and Godzilla rushes to Wakanda to fight Thanos. Hot Rod goes with Peter to space. Thanos still wins since he held Godzilla with the power stone. Many Transformers are dusted, but Optimus and Bumblebee survive. Hot Rod doesn’t, Godzilla and Kong aren’t dusted.

Godzilla: King of the Monsters happens one year after the snap, Tony tries to help Monarch with Godzilla.

Godzilla vs Kong happens before the Time Heist. Some Transformer parts are used in MechaGodzilla’s creation.

The Time Heist happens and in the final battle all the Autobots, Avengers, Godzilla, and Kong fight Thanos together and Tony snaps his fingers.

Every other movie happens and the Transformers help with displaced blipped people.

Godzilla x Kong happens and Ant-Man helps along with Wheeljack. Ant-Man helps Mothra calm down Godzilla and Scott fist bumps Kong. Scott helps defeat Skar King and shrinks him down after Shimo is freed from Skar King’s grasp. Kong crushes Skar King under his foot.

#monsterverse #mcu #marvel #godzilla #godzilla au #mcu au #transformers #transformers au

[ivlenyxx]

Beyond What the Lights Could Offer - Chapter 1

Soukoku Kowloon Walled City 1980s Filmmakers AU. Prepare thyself for agonisingly slow updates, a lot of references towards Hong Kong and me screaming into the void.

original fic link on AO3 (by yours truly): Beyond What the Lights Could Offer by Lemon(ivlenyxx)

May 14th 2023, 29 years, 10 months since the release of Stray Dogs.

“Nakahara-san, Dazai-dan, nearly 30 years have passed since the release of the hit movie ‘Stray Dogs’,” the interviewer says with a smile. “It has grossed over 800 million USD at the box office and many consider it a classic. Many fans have wondered ‘Just what is the story behind the film?’. Now that’s a question that’s been asked for nearly thirty years now, so we beg of you,” she claps her hands together to form a prayer gesture and bows her head. “What exactly is the story behind Stray Dogs?”

The pair sitting opposite her both chuckle, amused. 

“Alright, alright. Since it’s nearly the 30th anniversary, we’ll tell you.” the man in the fedora answers.

Nakahara Chuuya, age 52, executive producer of “Stray Dogs”, sits up straighter as he ponders the question, combing through his faded copper hair with his hand; his partner, Dazai Osamu, age 51, director of “Stray Dogs”, smirks slightly, wrinkles spreading across his face. “Come on, Chibi, can’t keep our fans waiting,” he nods towards the interviewer and the TV crew across from them. “Unless the Great Nakahara Chuuya is getting slow in his old age.” he teases, leaning over Chuuya’s neck.

Nakahara noticeably bristles under his partner’s breath, that discomfort quickly morphs into annoyance and reaches its stunning conclusion as Chuuya grabs Dazai’s collar. “I swear to God, you shitty mackerel-” he snaps as the other man whines and wallows dramatically under his grip. “We’re the same age! I can’t take a moment to think?!-”

“No! Oh no! Chuuya is attacking me!” Dazai exclaims and yaps, notes of fake panic and amusement dripping from his voice. (The interviewer sits awkwardly in silence while the rest of the crew whisper amongst themselves) “My God, this is marital violence!” He throws up his arms (making sure to flash a gold wedding band at the camera) and easily overpowers his dear Chibi, shoving him onto the far end of the couch before redirecting his attention to the interviewer, the poor unfortunate soul bearing witness to Nakahara making grabby hands at Dazai while the latter holds him off with a hand in his face. “It goes a little something like this…” 

April 29th 1986, 8 years before the release of Stray Dogs.

Chuuya’s not exactly sure how he ended up here, but okay.

The red light floods the crowded, 40 square foot room, Chuuya’s eyes hurt from the strobing lights;Chuuya’s ears are bleeding from the music blasting through the crackling radio.

Oh second thought, not okay. Chuuya wants to leave. 

He puts down the half finished glass of cheap whiskey before manoeuvring his way through mountains and seas of people dancing to the beat of something that just came on. (something American, he doesn’t want to know) The red lights continue to pull assassination attempts on his eyes, which is only made worse by the pixelated screens displaying images of half naked men and women “available” in this cursed brothel-nightclub hybrid. The two dozen people making out in every direction doesn’t help either. 

If there was such a thing as unsee juice in this world, Chuuya would like 10 litres of it, please. 

Finally, Chuuya makes it out of the brothel-nightclub, (thankfully in one piece) he looks back at the bouncer, who doesn’t even spare him a glance. Hell, he didn’t even ask him for any form of ID, despite him obviously being underaged. His short stature speaks for itself.

Guess that’s Kowloon Walled City for ya. 

Chuuya makes his way through the interconnected hallways, counting and reading the posters plastered all over the place. 1, 2, 3, 4… 28. He thinks half of them are advertising stuff for the Port Mafia Gang. Interesting. He’d heard of them, of course. The most powerful underground organisation of the Walled City, operating in the dark (well, as dark as the City of Darkness could get) or even beyond. He’d heard rumours of them stretching all the way to Lantau Island and the Shatin District. Hell, even Cheung Chau’s underworld carries traces of their interference! 

Not that he’s ever personally been down there, of course. The underworld, he means.

Chuuya kicks at his feet as he makes his way up to the rooftop of the building, the gate creaks agreeably every time he pushes it and it returns to its original position with a pleasant clang! He squeezes his way through the drying sheets, careful not to bump into them in his dirty clothes, and legs it across a huge pile of scrap. At last, he reaches the edge of the rooftop and leans on the railing, taking in the sight of the City in the middle of the night. There are still a few lights on at this hour, not counting the establishments of the night, aka the opium traders, nightclubs, gambling dens, makeshift casinos etc etc. He spies one on the far left, the light of the balcony flickers in a way that reminds him of moths flapping their wings, and under the light is a boy his age with black hair and a bandage over his right eye, teetering back and forth on his feet, fingers gripping tight on the handrail. His eyes are downturned, expression blank.

What a weirdo. Chuuya thinks. He turns away to light a cigarette and takes a long drag. The next time he looks, the light is off, the boy is gone. 

He can’t help but feel disappointed, somehow. 

Chuuya shrugs off the feeling and takes another drag of the cigarette, looking straight ahead, beyond the Walled City, at the Kai Tak Airport. Planes take off and land dangerously close to the buildings nearby, another few soar mere metres above Chuuya’s head, their loud, rumbling engines sing a comforting tune to accompany the city’s orchestra of dripping air-cons and creaky pipes down below.

It’s as beautiful as ever.

One of these days, I’m getting outta here. He vows, before putting out the cigarette and flicking it off the roof. 

He doesn’t know how many hours have passed, only that this is the perfect way to celebrate his fifteenth birthday.  

Chuuya continues to admire the view of the Kowloon Bay, occasionally glancing over to Victoria Harbour for a glimpse of its colourful and lively skyline. The best part about this corner of Kowloon Walled City? It contains the tallest building. One can pretty much see everything within a 20 km radius, and if one’s lucky, the clouds’ll part for the stars, and even the shortest, most 150-centimetre-ed of people could enjoy their glory.

He reaches for the radio beside him, switching between channels until he finds one that plays something that suits his favour. 

It ends up being an English channel, playing something from a new writer from America. 

“Now playing: The Tell-Tale Heart, by Edgar Allan Poe,” the presenter states calmly, before a low and unsettling voice takes its place, narrating the tale of an insane man who murdered his elderly housemate. 

Chuuya listens absent-mindedly as he lights another cigarette and continues to watch over the Walled City, his position giving him a handy bird’s-eye view over everything else. More lights have switched on, the opium dens are starting to close, the bars and brothels are chasing people out like a restaurant owner at animals like you see in movies or it’s 20-something A.D. and they have leprosy. Must be nearly morning. 

Oh shit it’s nearly morning. 

His eyes widen as he catches the faint blue ring of the sun rising over the horizon and slowly but surely evolve into a blinding orange light that pours over the Sai Kung District to the east, then to the Uni of Sci and Tech, to Tseung Kwan O- Chuuya throws his cigarette over the railing for the second time before shutting off the radio and making a mad dash for the gate, legging it over the scrap, nimbly contorting his body to avoid touching the sheets, before finally bolting down the stairs and out of the building. He passes the town square - a relic from the Walled City’s past as a Song Dynasty military outpost - and nearly slams straight into a bunch of bakbaks and popos doing taichi. A couple of them yell at him for his insolence. He zips his way through alleyways full of drunkards and shakes off a madman trying to gut him with a knife, (it’s the Walled City, he’s seen worse) he looks up for a split second and stops in his tracks.

He can see the sky from here.

The small slit of bright, warm blue peeks out amongst the mess of pipes and haphazardly built roofs, the clouds dance across it in pinks, soft oranges and light yellows. Chuuya stares up at that beautiful sight through the gap, the City has never been this generous before, the most daylight he ever got to see was approximately none, except for when he headed out of the Walled City every few months to run for supplies that the Triads couldn’t access. 

Chuuya looks around for a landmark that he can bookmark into his memory, and spots another one of the Port Mafia Gang’s posters on the wall to his left. 

He sighs. That oughta do. And so the poster enters his mind. 

He allows himself several more minutes of staring at the sky before booking it back home, he just hopes that Shirase and Yuan won’t be too pissed.

Unbeknownst to him, a boy with jet black hair and bandages all over has been looking at him through a window for a while now. 

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #fanfiction #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #kowloon walled city #1980s #filmmakers au #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #how do i tag this #slow burn #horrifically slow updates #original on ao3

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

Seven Snippets, Seven People Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @autumnalwalker! :D

Here are seven excerpts from The Case-Files of Seo Yo-han:

1.

His plan to spend at least an hour out on the decks received a sudden check when he turned a corner and found the hallway blocked. Four people were gathered outside a cabin door: a middle-aged woman, a young woman, a man who could be anything from thirty to fifty, and a steward. In his own words Yo-han was interested in learning about other people. In his half-brothers' words — not to mention the words of all the criminals he'd caught over the last twenty years — he was a busybody fundamentally incapable of keeping his nose out of other people's business. Either way, he stopped at once to see what was happening. The middle-aged woman was the main actor in the unfolding drama. A casual passer-by would have assumed she was a British noblewoman — a countess at the very least, to judge by her behaviour. Yo-han had always had a gift for languages and had trained himself to have a decent grasp of accents in foreign languages. He also had studied enough people of all races and from all walks of life to pick up on subtleties of body language and expression. He knew at once that this was no noblewoman. She was as common as common could be, and she knew it. She was afraid everyone else knew it too. That was why she wore five pearl necklaces. That was why her clothes were the very latest fashion, even though they didn't suit her at all. That was why she acted like she owned the ship. That was why she put on an upper-class accent. Yo-han had never seen this woman before, but he had seen a thousand copies of her. His eyes moved to the young woman. The first word that came to mind was "sharp". Everything about her was sharp: her jaw, her nose, the shape of her face, the look in her eyes. She didn't say a word. Her face was very pale and there was a wild, hunted sort of look in her eyes. Her expression was blank. Her hair was bound up in a severe bun better suited to a much older woman. Yo-han looked at her thoughtfully. He'd seen people very like this woman before. People who had been pushed to the very limits of their endurance. What would happen if she snapped? The man looked about as happy as a dental patient undergoing a root canal. His clothes were respectable but certainly not new. Yo-han spotted the ink stains on his fingers and immediately knew he was a secretary. He spared a moment to pity anyone who had to work for the middle-aged woman. Finally there was the hapless steward, who had been unable to get a word in edgewise yet. The poor man looked like he was contemplating running on deck and leaping overboard.

2.

As soon as Ophelia was gone, Rachael opened the drawer of her bedside table. She took out the letter and read it over again. It had arrived at the hotel in Hong Kong, addressed to Király and with a postmark showing it had come from London. Rachael had seen it sitting at the desk and had no compunction about taking it with her own letters. Why should her staff care if she read their letters? If they objected it was only proof they had something to hide. She had opened the letter when she was alone. At once she recognised the handwriting. Octavia had written this. Octavia, her useless, ungrateful niece who had run away to become some sort of actress like her disreputable mother. Octavia, who had come to Langdale Manor just before Rachael left and had the audacity to inform her that she — Octavia — was thinking of getting married. In the ensuing row it had been revealed that Octavia was in fact already married and was trying to break the news gently. Rachael had not been mollified by this concern for her feelings. Especially when Octavia had refused to say which of her useless, talentless actor friends she'd married. There was no name at the top or signature at the bottom. Nor was there a date or a return address. The message was short. I must see you as soon as you get home. VERY IMPORTANT. Don't phone or write. I had a blazing row with the old hag before I left. Remember J! Heather Glenn. Rachael had held onto this letter for the last week. She was sure Király didn't know it existed, and she hadn't let Ophelia see it either. She simply didn't know what to do about it. The most likely explanation was that Octavia had come to sponge money off Rachael. When that hadn't worked she realised it was useless going to Ophelia, who had no money of her own, and instead appealed to Király. The reference to herself as "the old hag" incensed her. As soon as she got home she'd see her lawyer and have Octavia completely disinherited. But who or what was J? Rachael had tried various conjectures. A mutual friend of Octavia and Király, a place, a stage play, a license plate, even the initial of a rival company. None of them were convincing. Finally she hit on the idea of blackmail. J referenced some event or person Király wanted to remain unknown, Octavia had found out somehow, and she was using it to demand money. As for Heather Glenn — or possibly that was really Heather Glem, or even Heather Glew; Octavia's handwriting was a mess — she must be one of Octavia's actress friends. Why she was mentioned in the letter was yet another mystery.

3.

A steward arrived a minute later with the detective in tow. Mr. Seo looked at the body and drew his breath in sharply. He let it out again with a sort of low whistle. "Well, doctor? What conclusions have you drawn?" he asked. Dr. Latimer pointed to the bullet wound. "She was shot at fairly close range with a gun. I don't know enough about guns to say what sort, but judging by the damage it was a powerful one. The bullet travelled right through her head and out the other side, taking a considerable chunk out of her skull. Death was instantaneous. Her body is still warm and only beginning to go stiff, so she was killed no more than three hours ago." Seo nodded. "What was the angle of the bullet?" "Odd. That's the only way I can describe it. The killer must have crouched down and fired upwards." Seo looked around the room. He looked at something on the wall opposite the body. His expression hardened. "I don't believe cabins usually have holes cut in their walls." "Of course not," Adler said, insulted at the very suggestion. "Why, that would encourage voyeurs and—" He broke off in astonishment as Seo moved a suitcase out of the way. A small square had clearly been sawn out of the wall. Seo peered through it. "Right through the wall. Who has the cabin next door?" Dr. Latimer frowned. "It was originally my cabin. The victim made a tremendous fuss and got her niece moved into it on the first day." "Her niece, who earlier today shouted that she wished her aunt was dead." Seo frowned at the hole. He ran his finger along the bottom edge. "This was sawn from the other side. Recently, too. No earlier than this morning." He turned his head abruptly. "Only one thing doesn't fit here. The watch. How did it end up on the floor?" Neither Latimer nor Adler could answer that. "She knocked it down in her death throes?" the steward suggested. "Except the doctor has just declared she died instantly. Do you think she could have thrown her arms up, knocked the watch off the bedside table, then set her arms down on the bed again in a split second?" "No, that's impossible. The murderer must have knocked it down," Latimer said. "The murderer wasn't in this room at all. They fired the gun through that hole. See the scorch mark on the wood?" It was all very well for him to think about minor details like watches and scorch marks. Adler had a much more important problem. "Should I arrest the niece?" Seo didn't answer for a while. He continued to stare at the watch as if it held all the secrets of the universe. "Yes, I suppose you have no choice. The circumstantial evidence against her is certainly… very strong."

4.

"That was a horrible experience," Phil said. Behind them the house loomed like some fairy-tale monster. The curtains were drawn so the only light was from the streetlamps below. "Indeed," Mr. Seo said. "Have you solved the mystery?" "Not entirely. I'm still unsure if Mrs. Lennox is poisoning her husband. But whatever the answer, my advice will be the same: they should get a divorce." That was the most sensible thing Phil had heard all night. "I think she is poisoning him. You didn't hear how she talked. She was very insulting about you, and she implied something nasty about her husband. I don't know what she meant." "I believe I do." Phil looked at him curiously. He didn't seem inclined to enlighten her. As they reached the gates they came across a most unexpected scene. A man was pacing in circles under a streetlamp, muttering to himself. He was clearly drunk. Phil could smell the stuff from here. He had to keep one hand on the lamppost to stay upright, which was why he was walking in circles. Mr. Seo's hand went to his pocket. Phil looked back towards the house, then along the street to her own. It wasn't far, but they would have to pass the drunkard. He spotted them. He straightened up with a belligerent air. "Now you listen here," he began, slurring his words together. "Go home," Mr. Seo interrupted. "You're drunk and making a spectacle of yourself." The man said a few extremely rude things. "Your fine lady thinks she can fire my daughter and get away with it, well, she can't!" It struck Phil that there might be some useful information here. "Do you mean Lady Kilskeery fired your daughter?" The man's language got even worse. Mr. Seo took his hand out of his pocket. Something was concealed in his hand. When the swear words were removed from the man's speech, his story was, "Gave her the worst reference so she can't get another job, and what did my poor girl ever do to her? Told her what she thought, that's what! Well, I won't stand for it! If my Jenny doesn't get her job back I'll wring that woman's neck!" He raised his hands to demonstrate, but overbalanced and fell flat on the ground. "That's quite enough from you, my good man," Mr. Seo said coldly. "I have a gun aimed at you right now. I advise you to leave." At the mention of a gun the man sobered up. He leapt to his feet and scurried away at an astonishing rate for someone so drunk, still swearing under his breath. "Do you really have a gun?" Phil asked incredulously. Mr. Seo opened his hand, revealing the key to her front door. "No, but he doesn't know that. I doubt he'll be back in a hurry."

5.

Yo-han stared up at the ceiling. He turned onto his side and stared at the curtains. When he still couldn't fall asleep, he turned to the other side and stared at the indistinct shape that was his alarm clock. His brain refused to let him sleep. Those five letters explained everything. If he could only recognise them… Disjointed thoughts and images filled his mind. Leopold Colman aiming a gun through a window. Yo-han's arrival in Tbilisi weeks later. Colman long gone… Why was he thinking of Tbilisi? Colman had slipped through his fingers that time. Sentences from a guidebook: The Georgian alphabet's origin is unknown. It may have been inspired by ancient Greek. But those letters weren't Georgian. It is similar to but unrelated to— Yo-han sat bolt upright. 1909. Of course it had looked like Qnwuw; he'd tried to read it as if it was the Latin alphabet. It should be Ադանա. How could he have forgotten? It had been spoken of constantly when it happened… …And the world had forgotten within months. He wasn't tired at all now. He turned on the lamp, opened his notebook, and began to write. When he was finished he knew everything.

6.

Yo-han continued, "The solution is obvious." His voice was oddly light. Nothing at all like how he had sounded when he laid out the evidence against Leo. There was something going on here that Phil wasn't in on. "Mr. Lennox conspired with either the maid herself or with her father. They knew Mrs. Lennox would meet Çelik Bey in that place at that time. They killed both of them, then cut Çelik Bey's body to make it look like he was the target." Stunned silence followed this announcement. Vi stared open-mouthed at Yo-han. Phil kept her eyes on Lennox. He was still tense. He looked… He looked like someone who was expecting an unpleasant surprise. Not like a murderer who had just been revealed. Beside him Eames had his hands balled into fists. Light dawned on Phil, right as Yo-han said, "Officer, arrest this man." Máté obediently stepped forward. He'd rehearsed his line several times earlier. The only difference was that now he used the accused's name. "Alexander Lennox, I am arresting you for—" Eames leapt up with a shriek. "Stop! You bloody idiot!" He was practically snarling as he looked at Yo-han. "Alec had nothing to do with it! I killed them!" Phil, Vi and Máté looked at Yo-han in unison. Yo-han met Eames' gaze steadily. He was half-smiling. Phil looked back at Eames. She saw the exact moment he realised he'd been led into a trap. His shoulders slumped. He sank down onto the arm of Lennox's chair. He buried his face in his hands. Lennox stared at him. His eyes were very wide and he was trembling faintly, but he didn't look as shocked as Phil would have expected. "David," he said softly. He reached out and put his hand on Eames' shoulder. "David, why?" Eames made a noise somewhere between laughter and choking. "You ask me that?" He lowered his hands and straightened up. He and Lennox stared each other in the eye. Eames took Lennox's hand in both of his. He looked over at Yo-han. "How did you know?" "From your behaviour before and after the murder. From your relationship with Mr. Lennox. From the murder weapon and how you were one of the few people who could have taken it. From the photos in your room. From the cross you draw in your notebooks. But most importantly," Yo-han added, "from something Miss Patton said." Phil's mouth dropped open. "Me? But I don't know anything about this!" "You mentioned an incident a month ago. Mr. Eames punched someone for insulting a woman's appearance. You assumed he was her sweetheart. When I discovered Mr. Eames' preferences, that assumption no longer made sense. So who was the woman? You said she was foreign, and so is Mr. Eames. Who else could she be but a relative?"

7.

They discussed the situation after breakfast. "So," Yo-han said. "I take it you want me to prove your innocence and catch the real culprit." Colman nodded. "When you catch them, don't bother handing them over to the police. I can deal with them myself." Yo-han looked at him. He raised an eyebrow. Colman looked back. One of his eyebrows was naturally higher than the other, giving the impression he was copying Yo-han. What was the point of trying to lecture an assassin on the morality of killing people? Yo-han gave up and moved on. "An alibi will be helpful." "Not for me," Colman said with a too-bright smile. "At the time of the murders I was in Italy, killing my father." Stunned silence fell. Yo-han's instinctive reaction was to recoil in horror. His stronger reaction, born from years of dealing with the most deranged family dramas imaginable, was to sigh wearily. "Why," he said flatly, not even bothering to turn it into a question. Colman shrugged. Beneath his flippant attitude and forced smile there was a mask of defiance. Beneath it was something Yo-han recognised only too well: grief mixed with the knowledge that something had been done too late. That some things could never be fixed. "He killed my mother. I don't mean he literally shot her or stabbed her or threw her in a well, but he killed her just the same." Yo-han suddenly understood Colman's motives perfectly. Hate could drive people to do terrible things, but grief could drive them even further.

Tagging @ahordeofwasps, @eccaiia, @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables, @sarandipitywrites, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

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#tag game #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: moth #WIP: glass #WIP: deceit #the case files of seo yo han

[midnightcreator12]

Well, only one person replied to my post..... but that person was @antimattercontainment​ Who is awesome soooooo....

Fr tho, just wanna talk about this cus I drew a thing, anyway!

My one main issue with the 2012 Mutant Apocalypse was this guy here VVV

Maximus Kong, aka Leo, aka the Shredder stand in for this arc. And I don’t dislike him because of the design, but because he’s Leo.

You’re telling me Leo, who is routinely shown to be a very empathetic person with a strong sense of justice throughout the show, became a ruthless, tyrannical overlord who's only goal is to take over the world after losing his memories?

And yeah, we could make the argument that he was alone and probably got picked up by a bad crowd, or he got like this to survive, but I personally wouldn’t have gone in this direction.

So, I guess this is kinda an AU? Does it count as an AU if I’m not really gonna do much with it?

idk, anyway!

So, the arc goes down like normal, the only change is Kong is not Leo and he’s brought up from episode one as this kinda boogeyman that everyone tries to stay as far away from as possible and his Beast. The story goes that Kong has this powerful, unstoppable mutant that no one can kill. No one really know what kind of mutant it is, anyone whos gotten close enough to see it is swiftly killed by it.

Throughout the arc Kong shows up just behind our heros, starting pretty far away but getting closer with each appearance. And whenever he appears, the audience sees flashes of a hulking beast with mutagen glowing spikes and murdious glowing eyes. No one gets a good look at it, not even Donnie can get a good read on what that thing is, but where ever Kong is, his monster is right at his side.

Then we get to the final fight, Raph is on Kong’s rig and is actually winning the fight. But then Kong whistles and Raph is tackled to the ground by the Beast. It towers over Raph, wild eyes and snapping teeth inches from his face, claws ripping at his armor.

And at first Raph fights back, ready to give his all against this monster. But then he looks, really looks, the monster in the eye, in an attempt at intimidation maybe, or ready to face his death head on.

But he knows those eyes. The scalaria has gone green and bloodshot but he knows that shade of dark blue almost as well as his own neon green.

(look this is as close to scary as I can get, just pretend he looks scary)

“Leo?”

And at first, the name doesn’t seem to do anything but make Leo more mad, doubling his efforts to try and take Raph down. But Raph has switched tactics, now going on the defensive and begging Leo to recognize him, to remember him.

Leo doesn’t seem to hear him, he does hesitate a few times but Kong commands him to “Take that worm down for your master!” And goes right back to attacking Raph.

Eventually he slams Raph to the ground hard enough to daze him. Kong laughs as Raph hoarsely keeps calling for Leo, saying, “Whoever that freak used to be is long gone. You waste what little breath you still have.”

Kong grabs Raph, intent on beating him to death. Raph cries out when something in his shoulder snaps. He turns to look at Leo standing to the side, staring at the scene unfolding.

And, thinking he’s going to die here, Raph wants Leo to know one thing, “Leo....I love you brother.”

And something shifts. It’s still fuzzy but something deep in Leo’s mind stirs, remembers a much smaller, younger Raphael.

His brother...that’s his brother.

Kong was not expecting his loyal attack dog to suddenly pounce, he barely had time to react before powerful jaws closed around his neck with a wet crunch.

Leo then goes to Raph, his voice is all but gone from years of not using it, but he nudges his brother, wheezing out a weak, “Raph.”

Then the tank lurches. It had been heavily damaged in the fight and was veering through the canyons out of control. Leo doesn’t even hesitate to curl himself over Raph, tucking his long lost brother close as the rig is ripped to pieces around them.

When the rest of the gang catch up, they find Leo, curled up in a ball. At first they freak out when they see Leo’s maw is coated in blood but Leo slowly rises, revealing a very alive Raph under him.

Leo stares at his family, voice still rasping painful as he calls for them, “Donnie....Mikey....”

And then it clicks for everyone and they all surge forward to hug their big brother.

They’re reunited, brothers against the world. As it should be.

So, yeah, that was the one bit in MA that I didn’t like and how’d I fix it. Have a good day y’all! 

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mutant apocalypse #mutant apocalypse #episode rewrite

[hrodvitnon]

Ichi: Word of fuckin advice- only one you'll ever get from me. Stay away from the monkey.

Goji: Why? What's with him?

He looks over at Kong who's introducing himself to Vivienne, the Chens, Rodan, Maia, and Mothra. For an ape, he's been very tame and cordial so far- he was a little quiet, but weren't they all?

Ichi: Psychic. He can read minds.

Goji: Huh?? Did he read yours?

Ichi: He knew about the horns.

Goji: The- ohhhh.

Ichi: And the tail. And the two dicks. And the double prostate-

Goji: Jesus, what?! He's got you fucking marked.

Ichi: I know! I hate it. And I know you didn't say anything because if you did…

Goji: I didn't! I swear!

Ichi: Good. I'm sure Rodan would love to know how to make your leg hike like a bitch in heat…

Goji: Yeah, I get it. But how can an ape be a psychic??

Ichi: I dunno… but if he knows mine- I gotta find his…

He looks towards Andrews, and idea popping into his head…

Ichi: Ay, I lent you a twenty the other day; pay up.

Goji: Uh- why now?

Ichi: I'm buying off the girl- gimmie a beer as well.

Goji: Great Founding Titan, this'll be good.

He hands him a twenty and a beer from the fridge, Ichi stalks towards Andrews.

Ichi: Hello, new arrival! Can I just say how nice it is to finally have fresh company? I've gotten to know everyone that's already here so well by now, what's your name?

Andrews: Oh, hi! I'm Andrews!

Ichi: Ichi. Arrival gift, just for you.

He holds out the beer.

Andrews: Oh, thank you!

She grabs the top, and Ichi pulls her close so he's at her ear.

Ichi: What's his weak-spot?

Andrews: Fucking what?

Ichi: What'll make him squeal? What'll get him to really cry out like a bitch? He ticklish? Got any special spots we don't?

Andrews: Uhhh- oh- just now noticing the twenty…

Kong: And I'm just now noticing the snake in the room…

Ichi: Shit.

He immediately backs off, Kong staring daggers into him.

Ichi: Uhhh- heheh.

Kong: Insecure? Couldn't leave well enough alone?

Ichi: Hey, fair is fair!

Kong: Jeez dude, no it's not. I already know everyone's weaknesses anyways- wasn't gonna say or do anything about em unless it was consensual.

Mothra: Do you, now? Tell us what you think they are, why don't you? We're all mates here.

Kong: Uh- ok.

Kong: Godzilla's got sensitive gills; you've got sensitive wings; the three lightning stooges get all moany when you stroke their horns or pull their tails, also they have two dicks and two prostates to pump them with; Rodan's got a sensitive chest; Tiamat's got sensitive frills; and the Skullcrawlers like having their tails tugged too.

Godzilla chokes on his beer, Mothra goes wide eyed, Tiamat snaps backwards over the couch, and the crawlers jaws all drop to the floor.

Rodan: I'm sorry, WHAT?? All this time, I thought I was the only one with a quirk like that!?

Vivienne: Uh- yeah- I never knew that either.

Mothra: Ok to be fair I was planning on telling you eventually, but how did he know??

Ichi: HE'S A PSYCHIC SNAKE! HE CAN GET ALL OF OUR SECRETS ON A DIME!

Vivienne: …what

Andrews laughs along with this for a second before firmly taking the beer from Ichi. The humans and Rodan are all joking about it while every other Titan looks like they want to murder Kong in various ways.

Andrews: Oh, by the way- he's got sensitive nipples. Also, he's a virgin out the back, if you know what I mean.

Instantly; Ichi, Ni, San, and Goji's visions snaps on Kong with devilish grins.

Ghidorah & Godzilla: Oh, is he now...

Kong: Hey, traitor!

Andrews: All's fair in love and war!

She holds up the twenty, uncaps the beer, and takes a seat in the corner to watch the chaos unfold…

Hopefully Kong's natural intuition regarding sweet spots will assist him, because this party might be a little more than he can handle~

#frostbite814 #in the footsteps of shamhat #spicy~! #en ess eff dubya

[simiansmoke]

♞with Mario? (Saw that you wanted to practice writing him more, I just simply enjoy your drabbles with him and DK!)

sentence / drabbles - manhandle

♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them

follow up from x

"You know what?!" DK was heated. Granted that was usually his default mood, but the fact that he had powered up with a fire flower earlier only made that heat all the more palpable.

Although Mario hadn't the luxury of a power-up himself considering how the Kong had been all too eager to snap up the only one they'd seen along their trek through the jungle thus far, he had been doing rather well for himself on the last few platforms compared to his shaky start, but for some reason this fall in particular that DK had to once again turn around and catch him from falling the hundreds of yards to the forest floor had set the other off.

Raising a brow at the ape's fury, Mario crossed his arms and gave DK a testy look. "Well, obviously I've read your mind-"

A heated puff from the Kong's nostrils threaten to shift the position of the plumber's hat as DK lowered his face to Mario's level and leaned in. "Very cute." Though by the way he said it, his tone suggested 'disgusting' over 'cute'.

DK continued, "You know, it's SO much fun always looking over my shoulder because I know you're one step away from being a FUCK UP." His patience with the other had devolved about fifty failed platforms ago. Sheesh...he would have thought Mario would have been OK on his own this far in.

"H-hey! I don't need you rubbing in the fact I've never been here before-AND need I remind you, you're the one who wanted to come in the first place!" Mario shot back, not exactly understanding how DK could be so excited to spend some time away from the Kingdom fucking around only to get annoyed that his company wasn't keeping up with his speed-run. "If it bothers you so much, just let me ride you til we get there." He huffed finally, sort of tired from the length of the journey so far anyway.

When DK heard the request, his eyes widened slightly, expression warm. Sure, out of context the phrase would have given anyone pause, but even in context, DK couldn't shake the implication of the request. He was too worked up to not feel some intense reactions right now. "Y-yeah, well!" He huffed, giving Mario a side glare. "...I'm always carrying you. You ever thought about repaying the favor?"

A white glove slapped across Mario's face as he slide it slowly down. They were really about to be there all night if DK didn't get his ass in gear and help get them down to the forest floor before night hit them and made the course all the more difficult to traverse. "Because things will go so much faster with a 600 lb monkey on my back-"

Before Mario could protest further, DK took the opportunity to slump forward and land heavily on the support of the other's shoulders. To both DK and Mario's surprise, Mario didn't immediately fall over under the Kong's deadweight.

"Nrrrgnn-DK, m-man. I can barely hold you up, let alone carry you-" Mario shifted, looking like a hunter trying to hold a large pelt up over himself to block out some rainfall. "You g-gotta get off!"

"What's that?" DK grinned, focusing his weight down onto Mario's back slowly but surely. "I can't...focus. Gravity-...is -...it's increasing on me....!"

"No it's not!" Mario yelped as soon as DK's weight got the better of him and caused him to crash stomach-first onto the platform with the Kong's fur and body serving as his own weighted blanket.

"Heh, see? This is what I get to deal with on the daily." Well, maybe less so with the falling over and twitching. Smugly leaning over to give another snort of hot air - this time closer to the back of Mario's neck, DK basks in his short-lived victory over the plumber.

Mario on the other hand was thankful he could press his face into one of his gloves to hide the wave of color warming across it. "You know this isn't the same thing, right?" Still, Mario took the annoying invitation to a break in stride and reached back with a free hand to give the Kong's snout a few thankful side scratches.

Content for the moment, DK took the pats in stride, purring lowly in his chest despite himself. "It is now. 'Cause I say so."

#//lolll you didn't say reverse so- #//...an attempt was made by mario #//good attempt got squished tho #dkdrabbles #long post #donkario #//and thanks :D #allthefandomsyoucanaskfor #mario x donkey kong #donkey kong x mario

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idk if you’ve seen but kong pham just uploaded a podcast with snc

it was filmed months ago though i’m pretty sure because it seems like it was before colby did chemo?

anyway around 37 minutes in colby talks about how he had a break down and just cried about everything last year and it shocked me i can’t lie… i hope it made him feel better though

yeah it was filmed back in april right before colby went thru chemo. i was a bit confused as to why sam never mentioned kat and him breaking up, and now it makes sense since they didn't announce they broke up until may (even tho they had broken up back in march) lol

and yes, it was really shocking to hear about colby breaking down, but also at the same time…. it makes total sense. a lot of us on here have been saying for a long time that last year was a really rough time for colby. the later half of the year was just a shit storm for so many reasons towards him, he himself even said he wasn't feeling his best at the time, and it makes so much sense that he would have had a break down finally after years of holding everything in.

i might be making a controversial opinion here, but everyone hear me out before you jump down my throat: while snc both get hate for extremely dumb things, colby is the one that takes it the hardest, and also gets it the worse. sam, at the very least, seems like he doesn't let it bother him. i think bc so many ppl give him love and support, he's able to push the negativity away. but colby, whether he'll ever admit to it or not, can't do that - even with all the love he gets. he doesn't let things go as much as sam does.

and it makes total sense to me. colby wants everyone to like him. and i get that. i was the same way for a very long time. it's hard when someone starts to hate you for whatever reason. you want to prove them wrong, and you'll do anything to be in their good graces again, only to realize… did you ever even care that much in the first place. opinions affect colby on a deeper level bc he wants to be seen as a good person. and he is. but when you have other ppl shitting on you, for example, for tweeting out about international women's day or that your facial hair is ugly or literally judging you for every girl you put yourself near, and it's CONSTANT…. you're eventually gonna snap. tbh, i'm surprised colby hasn't completely removed himself from twitter and insta altogether just bc of the hate those sites have given him for the past couple years.

2020-21 were the worst times to be a fan, so i can ONLY IMAGINE how terrible it was for colby, who was getting the brute force of it. i remember the disgusting death threat he got. he left twitter for like over a week, and then never returned to that site the same. that's why the balcony tweets stopped. and then when he lost his journal, one of the only ways he's ever been able to express himself deeply, ppl cheered about it in the replies. and some of those ppl were fans of ppl he was friends with.

sam gets hate, sure. i won't deny that ever. but colby… it is truly unlike anything i've ever seen in all my years of being online. and i swear the ppl that send him mean shit, it's like they know it hurts him and revel in it. he gets called out for every fuck up, even if sam has done the same, bc ppl know he'll actually feel guilty and apologize for it. they want to see him break, i truly believe that.

#ask #personal #colby brock