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monzabee · 2 months

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pon de replay - cl16 (+18)

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Summary: The one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smuttt, nothing but pure filth, one might even say it is pwp, unprotected sex (cover your willy don’t be silly), oral (f receiving), kinda exhibitionism?, public sex, jealous charles, possessive charles, carlos being a little shit because he’s bored, poor lando, not even sure if i fulfilled the request or not, minors dni!!

Request: “HELLOOOO! i have an idea and you don’t have to write it but it’s been rattling around in my brain and im never gonna write it (i constantly have way too many ideas to write them fr) myself so i figured i’d send it to you cause you’ve kinda restored my F1 phase with your work. basically, reader being very goofy, funny, and maybe a little bit too loud at times. just like a very silly and bubbly personality and she hangs out with some of the f1 boys (maybe because she’s famous in her own right like a dancer or something) so naturally EVERYONE ships her with lando. like hardcore, almost as bad as one direction fans ships (iykyk), and it sorta makes sense cause when they’re together it’s pure and utter chaos and they both express themselves with physical touch B U T ! she’s actually with charles. to her it makes total sense to be with charles instead of lando cause while lando is definitely attractive he’s too much like her and it’d be like dating herself whereas charles brings out a new calm side to her and she can bring out a goofier side to him. opposites attract type shit😭. maybe a little angst cause charles hates seeing all the edits and also feels a little insecure cause lando and reader DO make sense together in his mind so why’d you pick him instead? then like soft fluff/smut reassurance that charles is literally the man of her dreams, a literal fucking prince, and the best person she’s ever been with. ANYWAYS, im rambling! again, you don’t have to write this if you don’t connect with it or don’t have time i just needed an outlet SOMEWHERE for all the F1 brain rot.”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i first of all want to start by saying that i’m very sorry that this isn’t exactly like the request, like at all, but it took me a criminal amount of time to actually get this finished so we’re not going to focus on that. okay? okay, great!! in all and all it was actually quite fun to work on this at the beginning, it was just kinda hard for some reason to work on the actual smut part, but i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

Charles wouldn’t call himself a possessive person, not a chance. He might be ambitious, and competitive, but possessive? That, he is not. He’s never been the type of get jealous of his partner’s friends, whether male or female, because he likes to think that he is mature enough to understand that people have friends. It’s that simple. And he is most definitely not the type of person to comment on what you wear when you’re going out, he is just not that guy. He’s fairly certain that his mother would materialise out of thin air and give him a good beating if he were to do that. So when you asked him about the dress you have on earlier before you left his apartment, the one that clings to your body so tightly that he can practically make out the outline of your tits from across the room? He just smiled and told you to have fun tonight – because he’s there to make sure you’re not put off by anyone staring at you in it.

So yeah. He’s not usually the type to let the jealousy take over his ability to think things out rationally, but when his girlfriend is dancing her heart away in the middle of the dance floor while every red-blooded men watch her with the same look in their eyes? Yeah, it’s not easy to keep his emotions in check at the moment given the circumstances. And it’s not that he even intends to pout like a petulant child at the bar, making sure to keep an eye on you, it’s just that he is an expressive person and his face reflects what he’s feeling that well. Totally because of that. It’s scary how utterly focused he is on you, watching your every move to make sure no one is bothering you, though you don’t seem to be in need of his help as he watches you dance with one of the girls you met when you first arrived to the club – and with Lando, though he tries not to focus on that part too much.

It's fine, though, he tries to make himself believe, it’s fine as long as you’re having fun. Though that doesn’t necessarily stop him from throwing daggers into Lando’s direction as covertly as he can. The way he has a friendly arm around you is driving him crazy, and he is not above stomping over there to pull you under his arm, drag you to the nearest bathroom and– Well, maybe he shouldn’t get too far ahead of himself just yet.

“They look good together, no?” He hears someone ask him from the side. He realises it is his teammate when he turns to give the person a glare.

“Who?” He asks, deciding to play dumb, but he can’t help himself as he makes a face while focusing his gaze back on you.

“You know who I’m talking about, cabrón!” Carlos exclaims, laughing as he pats him on the back and points to the two of you with a tilt of his head, “I’m glad he’s finally doing something about it rather than sulking around like a geriatric toddler.”

If he would have turned around any faster, Charles is sure his neck would actually, possibly, break. “What?” he spits out as he turns around, “Do you mean her and Lando?”

Carlos gives his teammate a confused look, “Yes,” he drawls out, “you didn’t know he had a crush on her? I thought the entire paddock knew!” Charles feels a surge of disbelief and a tinge of anger bubbling within him.

He wouldn't call it possessiveness, more like a primal instinct to protect what's his. But this revelation catches him off guard, shattering his carefully constructed facade of nonchalance. With doing his best to keep calm under the situation, he asks, “Are you sure you’re not making things up? I feel like you’re misreading the situation here.”

That receives another confused look from his teammate, and though Charles is quite the perceptive person, he misses Carlos starting to put the pieces together – thanks to his overreaction. “I guess so,” Carlos mumbles, loud enough for Charles to hear him in the loud club, “he’s always talking about her, though. The way she smiles, her hair, her dresses; did you know he even went to see one of her performances in Vegas?” Carlos feels bad, really, but there is also something so fulfilling in confirming his theories as he watches his teammate’s eyes bulge out at the mention of one of your dance shows in Vegas. Because Charles knows what those entail.

“I-in Vegas?” He stutters out, eyes moving to focus on your dancing figure again. And at that moment, he absolutely hates Lando. He hates him for having his arms around you, he hates him for dancing with you to the beat in a rhythm he never seems to be able to keep up with, he hates him for the way everybody seems to think the two of you seem to make a handsome couple, and he absolutely hates him for the way he makes you smile.

Charles Leclerc is not a possessive guy – until it comes to you, that is.

“Charles?” He hears Carlos call out his name, but he’s out of his seat long before he can hear the end of his sentence. He doesn’t mean to stomp across the dance floor to get to you. He really doesn’t. He also doesn’t mean to grab you by your arm and put a pause on your fun. And the smile you give him and the way you wrap your arms around his neck while you call him ‘Charlie’? Makes his heart stutter in a way that makes him forget why he ever came over in this first place. Because this should be normal – you, having male friends and spending time with them should not make him insecure. He should be fine with you and Lando spending time together because you both love the hustle and bustle of a club. But at that moment, he doesn’t care about what should be normal, no. He cares about the fact that someone other than him has managed to make you smile, and that he needs to remind you that he’s the only one who should be on the receiving end of all your smiles.

So when he drags you away from the dancefloor (and Lando, for that matter), he doesn’t listen to your objections. He doesn’t care about the way Carlos is watching from his place from the bar, putting all the pieces together as he shares a look with Lando. And he most definitely doesn’t care about the fact that he’s about to fuck you in the club’s bathroom. Well, maybe he does care about that last part. “Charlie,” you whine, your voice clearly scratched from shouting along the lyrics of the songs playing throughout the night, and he doesn’t miss the way you slur his name ever so slightly – which tells him that you had at least two drinks. Cosmopolitans, if he had to guess. “Pleaaase,” you drag out the word, pulling on his shirt to get his attention, “they are playing my song!”

His first mistake is to look at you, because the way your lips form a pout and the way you’re giving him puppy dog eyes is usually strong enough for him to give in. Though this is no usual situation. So instead of moving the two of you back to the dancefloor, he grabs you by your cheeks and presses his lips against you. In the middle of the club, where everybody can see him doing it. The way his lips move against yours is aggressive, and you’re definitely out of breath when he does move away. Cosmopolitans, he realises after tasting you. You've had cosmopolitans. Then, he just gives you a look, threads his fingers through yours and raises an eyebrow. Then he asks, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me now, or should I do this the hard way and just carry you on my shoulder?”

If this was any other situation, you would totally say something bratty back. Hell, you might have actually said something rude if it meant him being rough with you, maybe spanking you a few times just enough times for you to learn your lesson. But you understand that this is no ordinary situation from his voice and the expression on his face. Charles is like that, you suppose. He’s an open book – meaning that it is very easy to understand what kind of a mood he’s in just by looking at his face, or listening to the undertone of his voice. And right now? Right now you know he’s pissed. You don’t necessarily know what you did, nor do you care. Mainly because all you want to do is make him feel better simply because of the reason that he is one of those people who’s just meant to smile at all times, not frown.

And so you nod gingerly, squeaking out a thimble, “Yes.” You finally meet his eyes as you wrap yourself around his arm, pushing yourself closer to him in the crowded club. “I’ll be good.”

This thumb does that thing where he caresses your knuckle, and he starts moving you through the crowd again. This time, however, you try to stick to him by matching the speed of his steps rather than trying to stay back. You told him you’d be good, you intend to keep your promise. He’s quiet all the way to the bathroom, and he’s quiet when he motions you to get inside, and he’s quiet when he closes to door and promptly locks it behind your back. You think for a moment you’re just there for a chat, maybe about that something you might’ve done, but Charles takes you by surprise as he grabs your waist and pushes you against the door, causing your eyes to widen with realisation of what you’re about to do in that bathroom.

“Charles, what’s wrong?” You try to ask, but he shuts you up with another kiss. And if you thought the previous kiss was aggressive, this one absolutely consumes you. He doesn’t even give you a fighting chance as his tongue quickly dominates yours, and he is relentless as he nips at your lower lip. You can’t help the mortifying moan that leaves your lips, and you push him away to inhale deeply. “What has gotten into you?” You ask, eyes wide due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins, “What happened?”

“You, happened.” He growls. And by that, you mean that he actually growls. His voice is a few octaves deeper than his usual voice, and you can see that he’s snappy. There is this dark look in his eyes that would otherwise scare you if you didn’t know him, but you do. Because he’s your Charles.

And you know this because the quickly leans into your touch when you bring one of your hands up to cup his cheek, giving him a confused look. “Did I do something?” You ask, voice soft amidst the humid bathroom. “Oh my god, is it my dress? Is it too short?” Your eyebrows draw closer as you start properly spiralling. “I knew I should’ve worn the shorts, why didn’t you say something?”

Your mini monologue about your party attire must have struck a chord because Charles suddenly exhales heavily, his forehead resting against yours as he closes his eyes. “No, non, it's not about the fucking dress,” he lashes out, his voice strained, and lace with something else that you can’t quite catch. “I don’t care what you wear, though I do appreciate the easy access.”

“Easy access?” You repeat, testing out the words as you come to a realisation. “What?” You exclaim, quickly taking your hand away from his face to lightly slap at his chest. “No! We are definitely not doing that here, are you out of your mind? You pulled me away because you can’t keep it in your pants until we’re home?”

“And why not?” He asks, and this time, you can see the unbridled rage behind his look. “Would you rather go back to Lando out there? You looked quite happy in his arms after all.”

And the realisation dawns on you right then and there. That this isn’t about your choice of dress for the evening, no. It is about Lando. Though you don’t get that part, since he’s both of your friend, so why is Charles being like this? And you would ask him, of course. But the look he gives you indicates that he doesn’t want to be tested in that exact moment.

So instead, you attempt to calm him down, by dragging your hand gently down his chest and wrapping your arms around his middle. He is like that, your Charles, sometimes he just wants to be held to see reason. “Charlie,” you call out, voice soft as you give him a pleading look, “why don’t you tell me what this is about, hm?”

You think he’s going to finally give in for a moment, but then he just gives you a blank stare. “I don’t want to talk,” he grunts, pulling you flush against him by the hands he has on your waist. His lips are on your neck faster than you can say anything, working his way towards your collarbones. The faint whimpers that come out of your lips bring a small smile to his lips knowing that he’s the one causing them, not Lando or any other guy.

“Charles,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trail along your skin. Despite the confusion and frustration swirling within you, you can't deny the way his touch ignites a fire deep within you, consuming your thoughts and leaving you breathless with desire. But as much as you crave his touch, you know that there are unresolved issues between you, issues that need to be addressed before you can fully give yourself to him in this moment. “Charlie,” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper as you gently push against his chest, urging him to stop. “Stop, we need to talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” He asks, all breathy and with a wild look in his eyes. You can see that he’s trying to hold himself back, but at the same time his hands keep moving on your body in a way that makes you want to let him lose control and perhaps even join him. He successfully ignores your attempts at pushing him away, sliding his hands down on your body to grab the hem of your dress, clenching the material in his hand while dragging it upwards on your thighs until he reaches the soft skin of your stomach. “I have a thing in mind which might help me feel better.” Unable to take your eyes off of him, you take a stuttered breath as you watch him slowly get down on his knees, his lips pressing kisses starting form your sternum continuing down your body over your dress until you feel his lips on the exposed skin of your stomach. His kisses stop once he’s met with the top lining of your underwear, looking at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes as he nips at the nimble lace adorning the top. You call out his name in a weak whimper – though it is not clear to you, nor him, whether you’re asking him to stop or go on. Charles decides to go with the latter. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

You don’t really need his reminder, you realise, but it is a welcome one. Your cheeks blush even further when you feel his gaze on you as he lowers his face towards your core, leaving a sweet kiss onto your clit through the fabric of your thong. Suddenly, you want nothing more than to just rip to whole thing apart so there is nothing separating you from him, but you know the game, and you especially know that the ending is sweeter than what you could ever imagine at that moment. And so you wait – you wait until he eventually makes his move and gives your slit a generous lick through the fabric. Watching you is equal parts thrilling and painful, mainly because he wants to drag out his teasing as long as possible just to see you falling apart for him. It’s second nature to you, the way your hand threads through his hair to move him the way you want to, but it is of course not an option because it’s Charles who is in charge.

He makes this known by the way he pulls away, ignoring the way your hands scramble to guide him back to where you want him to be. He nips at the skin of your thigh in a warning manner, pulling a whine from your lips as he fixes you with a look, “You’re not in control tonight, mon bijou, I’ll stop if you try to take over. You got that?” It’s sobering to see him take control in such a way, you sweet little Charles. Usually, he has no problem just laying back and letting you take all the control, or even just making you believe you do. But now? With the way he’s looking at you with such hunger? You know you’d be soaking through your underwear if you weren’t so wet for him already. All you can do is offer him a meek nod, with your lips hanging open in shock, but he is not satisfied with your answer. No, he needs to hear you say the words. So, being the initiative person that he his, he tips at your skin again, this time earning himself a whimper along a grumble about how he’s being unreasonable. He isn’t, but that’s a topic to discuss another time, he decides. “I said, you got that?”

“Yes! Fine, yes!” You whine, grabbing your dress even tighter with your fist that isn’t buried in his hair, “Please just make me come.”

“See?” He asks, flashing you a sweet smile as he lowers his face back onto where you need him the most, “It wasn’t that hard now, is it?” The grumble about how he’s about to be the hard one, makes him chuckle to himself, the rumbling from it making you moan his name as he finally gives you what you want. His tongue works fast as he laps on the wetness through your underwear, soaking the material even more without a care in the world. If you weren’t wet before, you’re sure you’re definitely wet as he drags his tongue through your slit and back onto your clit to suck it through the fabric, causing you to let out a string of moans, each getting considerably louder as he works on your cunt.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs as the moments pass, as you become closer and closer to your impending release. You don’t even notice the fact that you’ve started to move your hips to match the rythym of his tongue, seeking something more to make you tip over the edge. You’re also very aware of the fact that Charles is letting you what you want to do, and though you’re scared out of you midn that he’ll stop like he threatened to do before, the little nod he gives you when you give him a pleading look assures you that he also wants you to come undone on his face.

Or so you’ve thought.

Because he knows your body so well that jus as you’re about to come he pulls back, leaving you high and dry, and even has the nerve to chuckle when he hears his name coming out of your mouth in a high pitched whine. You’re so lost in the moment that you almost miss the way he gently grabs your hands and removes them from his hair, pinning them above you and pushing you against the wall. “Why?” You whine, lips pushed out in a pout as your voice gets gradually whinier, “I was so close, Charles.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooes, “I know you were, I could feel it too.” He starts peppering your feverish skin with kisses, as if to say sorry for leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, and you find yourself arching your neck to expose more of your skin to his skillfull lips. You should stop him, some part of you screams to you in your head, because with the way he’s disguising the fact that he’s marking you with hickeys, but you don’t care at that moment. Your every breath and moan seem to motivate him to work faster, and harder, and when he eventually pulls back to leave a bruising kiss on your lips. A smirk finds its way onto his lips as he gives you an eyeing down, taking in how breathless you look. “Don’t worry, mon bijou, I’ll fuck you now, okay?”

You don’t even realise the nod you give him, too lost in his eyes to put words together to form a proper sentence. He’s gentle with you as he lets go of your hands and positions you the way he wants. With one of your legs wrapped around his hip he has better access to your soaked underwear, his fingers working quickly to pulling it aside. You don’t know when he managed to get himself free from his pants and underwear, but that doesn’t stop you from letting out a loud moan when you feel the tip of his cock circling your clit. “Please, please, please,” your voice cracks as you frantically beg him to do something more. You’d love nothing more than to scold him for the way he shushes you condescendingly, but any complaint you had evaporates when you feel him nudge your entrance. “Please,” you breathe out again, giving him pleading looks as you try to pull him closer somehow, “You promised me you’d fuck me.”

That manages to pull out a beathy chuckle for him, and as if he’s trying to console you, you feel his fingers gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Why don’t you do it yourself, hm?” A grin widens on his lips when you give him a look of confusion, and he leads one of your hands between your bodies for you to wrap it around his cock. “You want me inside you, right?” He rewards your tentative nod with a series of kisses down the column of your throat, “Come on then,” he mumbles into your skin, “put it in, pretty girl.” Exhaling a shaky breath, you keep your eyes on him as you guide him through your entrance. A gasp is torn from your lips when you feel his tip entering you, the initial stretch being more overwhelming because of the fact that you’re standing up. But Charles is quick to soothe you with his kisses down your neck, letting you control the rhythym and how further he can move inside you at first. With your hand making its way down to his hip, pressing him close to you, he quickly gets the message that you’re ready for him. “You’re ready?” He double-checks, raising his head to fix his eyes to yours.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now–” Your words are interrupted when you feel him move his hips back, just enough to have his tip inside you, and then he snaps his hips forward to thrust back in, making your breath hitch at the back of your throat. It doesn’t take very long for you to become a moaning mess, in fact, you’re more than ready to fall apart for him then and there, but you know he won’t let you until he gets his point across.

“Look at you, mon bijou,” Charles darkly chuckles, hips matching the rhythym of the song playing outside at the dance floor, “what would people think if they saw you being such a mess for me in a club’s bathroom?” And the whine you let out in response to his question nothing if pathethic, but you can’t find it in you to care because of how good he’s making you feel. “Yes?” He prompts you, mocking the whiny ‘Yes’, that leaves your mouth before you start begging him to let you come. But he doesn’t, because he knows you can hold it until he’s ready for you too, and he tells you just that.

“So good, Charlie, so good,” you can’t help the broken moans you let out as he fucks you to the brink of an orgasm. But that is not enough for him, no. He needs everyone to know the two of you are together now, needs to get out all of his pent up frustrations out.

So when the opportunity presents itself with Lando knocking on the door asking if you are okay? A knowing smirk find its way onto his lips, and you try to silently plead with him with your eyes. “You want to cum?” He whispers in your ear, his thrusts becoming faster. “Say my name if you want to come, baby.”

“Please–” You gasp, hands grabbing the shirt he’s wearing. It’s no avail even if you try to keep your voice down. Because when Charles finds a way to slither his hand down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit in firm circles? You know there is no way you can stay quiet through your orgasm. “Why?” You manage to get out, “God, Charles please.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel so good, pretty girl.” He encourages you, his rhythym now almost brutal as he tries his best to make you come for him. “Come on, tell me who you belong to.” He chuckles darkly when he sees you shaking your head. “It’s not Lando, it’s me. You hear that?” Uh-huh, is the only answer he receives in return, but he is of course not satisfied with it. So, he gently pinches the inside of your thigh. “Tell me who’s going to make you come, or I’ll stop.”

“N-no!” You exclaim, too overwhelmed to see that his threat is an empty one, because he would never actually do something like that to you. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“Come on,” he cooes, the sweet words he whispers into your skin making you more and more malleable to his request. “Say my name baby, let me hear you.”

“Charles,” your loud moan cuts the heavy air in the bathroom. Cheeks flushed, breath unorganised and with that wild look in your eyes? There’s nothing Charles wouldn’t do for you. With every move of his hips, you moan his name louder, eventually tipping over the edge as he feels you squeezing his cock so tight that he almost loses himself then and there.

That’s not to say he doesn’t, of course. Because just as you’re about done with your orgasm, you feel him come inside you, chanting your name alongside mine, mine mine. It takes a long time for the both of you to get back to your senses, but he’s extremely gentle with you as he helps you down and fixes your underwear. You find yourself snuggling up to him when he eventually takes you into his arms after fixing his own clothing, nuzzling your nose to his neck. “You know, I think I like the jealous side of you.” You mumble, leaving a few kisses across his jaw.

“Yeah?” He asks, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he cradles your face with both of his hands, his thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You nod, giving him a small smile, “But I need you to take me home, please, I can feel your cum dripping down my leg.”

“Oh baby,” he coos, tutting as he slides his hands down your body to grab you by the waist, “we’re not going home, it would be rude to leave our friends by themselves. Don’t you think so?” The flabbergasted look that you give him makes another chuckle come from his lips as he slowly turns you towards the door. His lips find the junction between your neck and shoulder again as he announces, “We’re going to go back out there, and we’re going to dance. We wouldn’t want you to miss your song now, would we?”

And when he opens the bathroom door and you hear the first words to a Rihanna song you love? You know it’s going to be a long night ahead of you.

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i23kazu · 1 year

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GENSHIN MEN & LICKING THEM TIL THEY LOSE IT

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff... crack fic! again! slightly suggestive! i mention a kink n everyt is /lh! an. i am losing my mind. is it obvious (part 3!) & thank u @dawndelion-winery and @iinuko for the ideas | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

????? yn?????????? keep licking and he eventually shoves you away (this is your second time licking him), please don't make him mad... he'd just poke u with his spear but he'd ignore you for a few days

zhongli

grimaces, tells you to stop it immediately because you aren't a dog. "but zhongliiiii im your dog" "no." he says flatly, and you drop it immediately because his aLpHa mALe era!!!! let him cook!!

kaeya

treats you like a dog the rest of the day bc he's annoyed. beg and whine for his attention lol but he'll relent after like. 2 days bc he's a soft snowflake. also you overhear him telling diluc (let me live my best friend ragbro dreams) "theyre not cooking shit"

diluc

"what the fuck" he sounds so embarrassed for you but jk he loves you!!!! but srsly stop licking him he sweats a lot bc ur hot yk and thats kinda gross unless ur into that... #nokinkshaming #betruetoyourself

childe

licks you back and tells you to stop it. also goes to the other room to furiously scrub his cheeks bc wtf. what is going on with. you. BROS SAYING NOTHING 🥵🥵🥶🥶🥶😈💥🔥🔥🔥 WHAT IS BRO SAYING 🥶🔥🥶🔥🥶🔥🥶🔥🥶

alhaitham

"what the fuck is wrong with you" <- you drop it after this

kaveh

licks you back. licks you MORE, even, because he's goofy like that!!!! just a silly guy!! call him a bitch bc he's ur dog now. woof bark woof woof bitches. my braincells died on me im rly sorry for this shitty work but i found it funny

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luffyvace · 4 months

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Hello hope your doing well, I had this idea for a while now but I can please request Red hair pirates x male reader with heterochromia(serach it up if I don't what it is) where the reader is ashamed of their eyes and hides from the his new crewmates.

You also don't have to acppect my request. But anyways have a good day!💛

HIII I AM GOOD!! YOU? of course i accept your request anon!! :) dw i know what heterochromia is 😎😋

just for the record i’ve done research on the main 4 (shanks, ben, yasopp and lucky) in the past to get to know them better. so i’ll talk about them specifically and address the rest as “the crew” if that’s okay :)

THEY NEED MORE SCREEN TIME PLSSS

thank goodness for the one piece live action for a lot more gifs of all of them 😭💥

thank you so much for your request!! :) enjoy anon <3 and thank you for being patient!

so you just joined the red hair pirates recently

and you hide one of your eyes with an eye patch or your hair

shanks does wonder about it but doesn’t wanna bother you if your sensitive about it

bets it’s a scar

lucky and yasopp notice you hide your eye but they all have they’re personal reasons for stuff they do

so they assumed this was one of yours

ben thinks it could be a scar or you could just like to style your hair that way

but from the way it looks—how you try to keep it hidden so well and refuse to move it at all

he pretty much figures something happened

shanks and ben talk it over all the time

they never let you hear

just so your not uncomfortable

shanks will probably be the one to ask if curiosity gets the best of him

(it will)

”hey m/n, why do ya’ hide your eye?”

he asked it casually, drinking all the while

”oh..uhhhh, hide? i’m not hiding it..”

”so what do you call it?”

”it’s nothing shanks, i just…..like to style my hair this way”

”oh really?”

he pokes at you about it for a while

the other members kinda just watch as shanks playfully questions you

they figured he’d get it out of you

especially with his pushy yet teasing nature

and after a while…he did!

now idk how it went down since your so bent on not showing anyone

but!!

you slowly moved your eye patch/hair out the way to reveal your heterochromatic eyes!!

whoa!!

🤩

😗

we’re the reactions

it looked so cool?

so pretty?

wow it’s so unique i’ve never seen it in person?

woah how do you have two different colored eyes?

let me see!!

turn this way!

okay okay! stop pestering m/n!!

ben had to calm the rave about your eyes since he could clearly see you were a bit overwhelmed

everyone was admiring you and your eye

wondering why you didn’t show them sooner

which is what lucky asked

”i don’t know…i just..it’s shameful..my eyes aren’t even the same color!”

WHAT??

literally everyone’s reaction

wym 😐🤨

do you even know what your talking about right now??

ANYWAY

how’d you get it? we’re you born with it?

i don’t know how it works…how does it?

it’s kinda rare right?…wow…

everyone moves on because clearly your tripping

no but fr if you express your seriously upset about your eyes

the crew shares all types of embarrassing yet fun and heart warming secrets n stories to make you feel better

ben tells you there’s nothing to be ashamed about and that none of the crew would ever judge you for anything

”ain’t that right men?”

a loud uproar of “yeah’s” and cheers can be heard in agreement

yasopp definitely makes you laugh with some of his stories

turns out he’s just as goofy as his son

which he rants to you about said son for hours

makes you forget all about your troubles 😂

lucky and shanks lightly tease you for being so embarrassed over ‘somethin’ so silly’

but it’s all in good fun

in the end you all have drinks and get wasted

‘cheers to your eye! m/n!’

KINDA SHORT BUTTTTT YEAH

i’m really happy with the ending i hope you like it too<3

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veala2 · 6 months

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“ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ꜱʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴꜱ.”

✸ shanks n’ buggy ✸

SYNOPSIS - Being in a relationship with 2 pirate emperors is great, but one aspect that comes with a pirates life is a pirates thirst… no, not that kind, you dog!

CW - gn!reader, obviously there’s some intoxication on both sides, reader is explicitly said to be puking, Buggy is doing some dumb shit, shenanigans ensue.

A/N - I’m back from the dead (work), ready to deliver and slowly (painfully) write my next fic (Christmas themed?)

Probably the first to get black out drunk between the two of you.

He’s been a pirate for most of his life, and drinking was a pleasure he so stereotypically enjoys!

So, when you see his flushed face and goofy smile, you couldn’t help but indulge in his silliness. Letting him play with your hair or kiss you all over your face.

But… when the roles are reversed, he’s 100% on you to make sure nothing happens.

It’s not that he thinks you’ll do something crazy while drunk, no no. Rather, it’s what others would do that scares him.

Pirate bars are filled with crude men swinging their swords around, starting rowdy bar fights which leads to terrified bar owners and civilians to evacuate.

Yes he can take care of you with a simple look- his strong conquers haki coming in play- but he’d rather keep the chance of you safe as high as possible.

“Baby… baby, I’m fine, let me gooo…”

You whines fall on deaf ears, as Shanks adjusts you in his arms once again to make sure your head wouldn’t strain. He chuckles as he makes his way down the wooden steps out of Makino’s Bar, the pounding sound of laughter and drunk men filling his ears.

“I’ll let you go once we’re at the port. There’s no way I’m gonna let you throw up on me again.” He laughs, making you clip your tongue and rub your eyes.

“I didn’t even throw up on you!” You retorted. Which brought another chuckle out of him.

He can remember that scene like it was five minutes ago. Well, maybe because it was five minutes ago. He might be a little drunk himself.

Brushing off the warnings of having too many shots, you took your 21st and started to feel nauseous. Before he could drag you away before you hurled up yesterday’s breakfast. Which happened before he could even get out a word. Leaving him disgusted, but even more worried.

“Sweetheart, trust me, I’m not taking that risk again.” He says, planting an endearing kiss swiftly on the top of your forehead, pulling away at the smell of vomit, Making his nose scrunch up.

Shanks sat you down on the pier of Foosha Village. Rubbing soothing circles on your back, letting you take your course. The night sky shined when it hit the slow waves of the sea, a sky littered with stars. A calm, serene night he loved. Especially with you cuddling into his side.

“Are you feeling better, baby?” He asked, a decimal over a whisper. You nod, groaning into his shoulder.

“Good. Let’s get you home and clean up. And maybe apologise to Makino tomorrow morning if she catches us. Other than that, we can always outrun her fury.”

You let out a weak giggle, despite you still feeling not so great. He holds you in a tight grip, sighing happily and looking up to the sky. Allowing himself to indulge in the beauty of the night sky and the beauty that sits right next to him.

“Remind me to bring a bucket next time.” He jokes, landing him a swift punch to the arm and a goofy smile on his face.

Drinking with him has two outcomes:

Either you’re having good times! A couple of laughs, maybe making some great memories that overlap with some of the more confusing ones of drinking with him.

Or… You’re doing the most batshit crazy thing you’ve ever done in your life.

WITH HIM JUST STANDING THERE.

HELLO!?

When I tell you drunk Buggy can take over the world if he so pleases, I mean it

That man has no inhabitions, no thoughts, just a pure drive to do whatever the FUCK he wants for the next 24 hours.

You wonder how such a cowardly clown can become so brave by just a couple of shots.

And honestly, you can be the same way too. It’s not hard to get caught up in all the excitement and thrill of doing shots with a pirate group and almost ending up with a broken limb.

But MAN-

It’s a really mind boggling thing… Like, you could write a psychology paper on it.

“BUGGY, DON'T YOU DARE MOVE!”

“Huh!?”

Your shouts echo the inside of his towering circus top. There your boyfriend was, drunk off his mind due to some of the finest whiskey found in the Grandline (which he happily took), and placing his left leg inside the brightly human- cannonball. He looks back at you, confused but then displaying a goofy smile.

“Aw, c’mon, baby! It’ll be so much fun, just keep watching!”

The older pirate doesn’t stop himself from doing what he wants, and fully places himself inside the cannon, wriggling around as to get comfy. One of his lackies cackles as he reaches for a match, striking it upwards and starting the fire. Your heart only beats louder and faster at the sight of the small flame.

Of course it didn’t occur to you, that the moment that Buggy the Clown asked you to be his partner, you would have to be his temporary mother when he was shit faced on most Tuesday nights.

But, it’s not too hard to keep him in place most of the time. All he wants are some private cuddling, maybe some kisses and words of affirmation. And don’t worry, when the roles are reversed he’ll do anything to help you, too.

Unfortunately today, he decides to act like a crazed toddler.

Too bad he isn’t, it would be easier to wrangle him up.

“Buggy, baby, love of my life,” You start, slowly inching closer towards the red- faced man as he stared at you with lidded eyes and curiosity. “I really need you to step out of that cannon before you blow to infinity and beyond.”

Then there was silence.

And then there was laughter. A drunken one, slurred and almost high.

“I’ll be fine, I’m Buggy the genius- fuckin’- jester! hit it!”

It was too late, the match lit the tiny rope at the end, as it quickly rises towards where the gunpowder lies.

You plug your ears and close your eyes, not wanting to even look or hear the maniac jester shoot up into the circus top’s top, rip past the fabric and blast off again.

Oh yes… again.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece x you #one piece headcanons #shanks x reader #buggy x reader #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #shanks x you #buggy x you

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gimmethatagustd · 7 months

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sksjshsj sorry i’m in a silly goofy mood so instead of destroying you with a pic, imma make you giggle. (or roll your eyes. either one) i have nothing in mind in regards of pairing so honestly go wild boo. 🤘🏽😌

Jungkook doesn't appreciate Taehyung's Men in Black costume, and that's very rude of him.

↳ pairing: taehyung x jungkook

↳ wc/date: 1.3k | October 2023

↳ warnings: jokes that you'll only understand if you have knowledge about men in black and the jada pinkett smith x will smith x other men "entanglements" lmfaoo, slander against the Heterosexuals, an attempt at roleplay lol (work relationship, infidelity, tae forces jk to call him 'sir' lol), tae is weird as hell (what do you expect?), a very unserious blowjob

↳ notes: this is probably the dumbest thing i've ever written in my entire life, and i love it so much

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? men in black - will smith

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“See that?”

“Taehyung, I don’t feel like doing this right now.”

“See. That?”

Jungkook heaves a loud sigh and leans away, the back of his head gently knocking against the bedroom door. He tilts his chin slightly to look directly into Taehyung’s eyes. Since Jungkook isn’t wearing his signature chunky boots, Taehyung is taller than him.

Typically, Jungkook knows he looks at Taehyung like he put the stars in the skies (and in Jungkook’s eyes), but today…

“Fine,” Jungkook concedes with a roll of his eyes. “Yes, hyung, I see it.”

Taehyung’s eyes aren’t visible through the dark, alien-esque sunglasses he’s wearing, but Jungkook is sure he’s squinting in a way that Taehyung probably thinks is menacing.

Taehyung holds up a small silver object connected to a thin chain around his neck.

“NYPD!” Taehyung shakes the police badge in Jungkook’s face. Jungkook releases another heavy sigh. “Means I’ll Knock Your Punkass Down!”

“Knock is spelled with a ‘K’ in English, babe.”

“Jungkook-ah, you’re ruining the moment.”

“I’m ruining the moment?! You already killed my boner! I’m not gonna do this weird fucking Men in Black roleplay with you!”

Taehyung rips off his glasses and lets out that little whiny sound he makes when he isn’t getting what he wants. Normally, Jungkook finds it cute. Today, his boyfriend isn’t cute in the slightest.

(Okay, maybe a little bit. He does look nice in his fitted suit and fluffy bangs. A little.)

“Why do you hate fun?”

Pushing Taehyung’s chest, Jungkook forces him out of his way. “This is not fun.”

Taehyung scrambles after Jungkook as he walks over to their dresser to look for a fresh change of pajamas. Namjoon’s Halloween party lasted longer than Jungkook expected, and he has work in the morning. He’d love to get out of the ugly New Balances, khakis, and blue and white checkered button-up he’s wearing.

(Dressing Jungkook up as a Straight Person was Taehyung’s idea, and Jungkook hates to admit that it was a great fucking idea. Straight People are very spooky, right?)

“But I imitate Will Smith so well.”

Jungkook twists around to stare at Taehyung, a pair of boxers and a white tank top clutched in his hands. “If you don’t cut this shit out, I’m gonna go Jada fucking Pinkett Smith on your ass and act like I don’t know who the fuck you are.”

Taehyung gasps, clasping a hand against his chest. “And to think I was going to suck you off before we went to bed. You asshole.”

Jungkook swallows and tries to keep his voice steady as he asks, “You what?”

“Nope,” Taehyung tuts with a waggle of his finger. “You rejected me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did!”

“Babe,” Jungkook tosses his clothes back into the drawer and grabs Taehyung by his skinny black tie. “All I said was that I wasn’t having fun. But, the other thing, sounds fun…”

Taehyung snorts. “I shouldn’t have let you wear that outfit. You’re acting like such a horny dudebro right now.”

“Me?! You started this!”

Narrowing his eyes, Taehyung slowly puts the weird sunglasses back on and pries Jungkook’s fingers from his tie.

“Fine, I’ll give you what you want. But only because I like the fantasy that you’re some pathetic straight man trapped in a loveless marriage, and I’m your sexy CEO boss who gets to turn you out.”

Jungkook watches with a raised eyebrow as Taehyung slowly sinks to the floor. Seeing Taehyung on his knees in a full suit does something to him. “So now you’re a CEO? Not an alien hunter?”

With a razor-sharp grin that makes Jungkook’s stomach flip, Taehyung reaches up to swiftly undo Jungkook’s pants.

“Perhaps I’m the CEO of an alien-hunting corporation,” Taehyung suggests as he pulls Jungkook’s pants and briefs down until they pool at his ankles. Jungkook doesn’t even bother stepping out of them.

“Sure, babe,” Jungkook sighs when Taehyung’s pretty fingers wrap around the base of his soft cock.

He wasn’t lying before; Taehyung’s annoying behavior had killed his boner. However, the nice thing about being in love is that deep down, Jungkook thinks everything Taehyung does is cute. Even when he’s being annoying as fuck.

“Say it with more conviction,” Taehyung commands before angling his head to lick a stripe up Jungkook’s cock.

Reaching backward, Jungkook grabs onto the dresser to steady himself as Taehyung softly sucks the head of his cock. He knows Taehyung won’t give him what he wants unless he follows the rules of the game.

“You are the CEO,” Jungkook grits out, “Of an alien, fuck,” Taehyung swirls his tongue around the tip, poking at Jungkook’s slit to lap up the precum that collects there, “Hunting c-corporation.”

“Very good. Now, I want you to call me ‘sir’ since this is a professional relationship first and foremost. I don’t care if you’re cheating on your wife with me; I’m still your superior.”

Reaching down to brush Taehyung’s bangs away from his face, Jungkook lightly tugs the fluffy strands. “Please shut up.”

Somehow Taehyung manages to spit on Jungkook’s cock indignantly, with furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown. He runs his hand up the shaft while scowling at him.

“Is that the proper way to speak to your boss, Jungkook-ssi?”

With the tip of his tongue, Taehyung leans forward and flicks at the underside of the head, rubbing his tongue flat against it whenever Jungkook twitches.

“I hate you,” Jungkook whispers, the softness of his voice turning into a whimper.

“You love me.”

“Yes, and also, I hate you. Sir.”

Humming in amusement, Taehyung sinks further down until his nose presses against Jungkook’s abdomen. Jungkook can feel him regulating his breathing and his throat contracting and relaxing as he swallows. It’s enough to make Jungkook weak in the knees, and he tightens his grip on the dresser.

“Fuck, Tae,” Jungkook moans as Taehyung begins to bob his head. “Just like that, just, ahh shit, I’m not gonna–”

“Oh!” Taehyung unexpectedly releases Jungkook’s cock. A thin string of spit connects his mouth with the tip, and he breaks it by swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. “Maybe you’re an alien in disguise.”

Jungkook throws his head back with a groan. “Taehyung, please.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Taehyung giggles before he takes Jungkook’s cock into his mouth once again.

It doesn’t take much effort to finish Jungkook off. Taehyung has always been Jungkook's weakness. No matter how goofy he looks with the stupid alien glasses or how weird his idea of fun is, Jungkook can’t help but feel warm all over whenever he looks at Taehyung. Happiness radiates from him, an innocent soul– even in situations like this when Taehyung looks anything but innocent with Jungkook’s cock down his throat.

“Tae,” Jungkook moans, a warning that he knows Taehyung will understand. As he feels the burning pressure build up inside him, he lets go of Taehyung’s hair and takes off the glasses, tossing them to the side. “Wanna see your pretty eyes.”

They watch each other as he cums, Jungkook cradling the side of Taehyung’s face and Taehyung squeezing Jungkook’s thighs.

Taehyung pulls away with a gasp. “You handled that really well for an alien disguised as a Straight Man,” Taehyung chokes out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Hyung, oh my god.” Jungkook tries to move, but he feels like the bones in his legs have turned to liquid, and his ankles are still wrapped up in his pants. “Stop it right now.”

Licking his lips, Taehyung gives Jungkook a wicked grin. “Or else what?”

Jungkook covers his face with his hands as he mumbles, “Or else I’ll knock your punkass down.”

Only Taehyung can giggle so sweetly while on his knees in a fitted suit after sucking his boyfriend off. God, Jungkook really loves him, weird and all.

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do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my work

#taekook #taehyung x jungkook #jai asks #jjkeverlast #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #halloween 2023 #ikypd #gimmethatagustd #jai writes

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strawberryrickyz · 4 months

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bridgerton au — mark lee imagine

a/n: not proofread oops! i wrote this a long time ago for my friend and it’s so silly and fun i decided to post

word count: 460

• mark is a stable boy and ur a lady and need i say more?

(more under the cut!)

• he makes you laugh unlike other men and doesn’t see you as an object for power yk

• since ur a duke’s daughter and men only look at you for your family name and nothing else

• and here is this goofy stable boy with a nice smile—who’s weirdly well read? why is he so literate in shakespeare that’s a little odd?—and he looks at you like you put the stars in the sky

• suddenly the idea of being a duchess becomes less and less appealing if it means you can’t be with him and have to be sold off to the highest bidder but—

• mark suddenly disappears!

• you’re worried sick your dad has a knowing look on his face your mother is like who cares he’s poor

• your most prominent suitor is growing more and more impatient with your half assed dismissals of his proposals and vows to go directly to your father with the next and

• you’re SCARED SHITLESS READER bc oh my fucking god where is MARK?

• plus this creep is trying to force you to marry him so he can have all your family money and power and ur like jesus fucking christ what is this mess maybe i should become a nun

• and that pushy suitor comes to your estate to claim you and your biting your nails as he tries to butter up your bored father who is only being nice to save face

• when suddenly there’s a POUNDING ON THE DOOR

• THE FRONT DOOR

• in comes mark in royal regalia? and he’s…. not dressed like a stable boy?

• you’re very confused where did he get the royal get up this doesn’t make any sens—

• he interrupts that pushy bastard and says “no. you cannot marry her because she has already been promised to me”

• he gives you a knowing look, your heart is racing

• his look reminds you of not long before he disappeared you sat in the meadow together behind the stables where the horses were exercised and he braided a daisy clumsily into a ring and promised: one day he would make you his wife

• he finally declares that he—prince mark lee who had fled his country because of his tyrannical uncle who had ordered him to be killed upon killing the previous king—had retaken his rightful throne and is keeping his vow of making you his wife!

• your fathers knowing smiles and mark’s education despite being a stable boy makes more sense

• with a smile, mark takes your hand, never again does he plan on letting it go.

#nct fic #mark lee imagine #mark lee scenario #mark lee fanfic #nct fanfic #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct au #strawberryrickyz #mark lee au #mark lee x reader #nct x reader

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serial-serializednovelreader · 2 days

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okay for the character ask game I couldn’t decide on characters or numbers, so I just threw some random characters and numbers together, and you can decide which apply the most to what character. Whatever you like!

SQ, Jeffers, Garrison, Nicholas, Kate, and Rhonda

1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 13, 15, 16, 18, 20

What do you like or dislike about this character?

SQ - in the show, I like his introspection and that they fleshed him out to not just be Curtain's adopted son who loves art and is under his control (in both a good and bad way). My only issue is that he's not in season 2, we were robbed!! As for the books, I like that what starts out as comic relief ends up being a horrifying realization that this poor teenager is brainswept so much that he can't remember what he's saying. What I dislike is that we never get to see him grow beyond that. Yes, we see him choose kindness (which is great btw) over Curtain, but I wish we had actually gotten to see him in Riddle of Ages besides a quick mention.

Jeffers - I love that he gets to be goofy. Sure the Ten Men in the books were scary, but they let him just be whacky! And why not? I love characters that get to goof around and be silly, especially if they're not supposed to. Plus, you can tell the actor playing him is having a blast and that's how you know a character is well-done. I just wish he had been in season 1, but I'm glad you put him in S.O.S. so I can enjoy him there, Bods!

Garrison - I like that this character exists, first of all. I know book Curtain is the type to want to keep the science secrets to himself, but show Curtain needs a science person to delegate Whisperer stuff to. After all, when would he have time to do this?

(did I want an excuse to put this GIF in again? Yes, yes I did. It was too funny to resist.)

But seriously, I also love that while she does bend to Curtain, she does try to stand up to him in her own way. There's a complicated dynamic there (made more complicated by reading @nobodysdaydreams S.O.S. AU fanfic, which you should read if you haven't yet because OH BOY does it change things about Garrison for you) and it's so interesting to analyze. Also, she's just a little bit quirky and I love her for that.

Nicholas - in the show, I love that they gave him issues!!!! They made him anxious and the way Tony Hale makes his posture more stooped is *chef's kiss* lovely. His "excuse me - *cut to loud screaming montage*" is TOO RELATABLE. I think they were so right for that. Also, making him more directly responsible for Curtain's downfall was a great choice (though I don't actually blame him because he was a literal child it wasn't his fault; if anything, I blame the adoptive parents for separating twins and just not coming back for the other that's so messed up??? Who does that?????). The only thing I dislike was that they basically cut down his narcoleptic attacks to nearly nothing by the second season, almost like they didn't exist. Like, y'all, come on, don't do that!

As for the books, I love his wisdom, compassion and how he always makes time for the children. He always seems to know what they're thinking and is able to encourage them in their darkest hour. Although, I have a love/hate relationship with how they cured his narcolepsy in TPD because on one hand, I hate the "curing disability narrative", but on the other he actively hated it and wanted it gone (plus he had to suppress his emotions so much because of it) that I can't really blame him for wanting it gone...hard to know how to feel on that one!

Kate - KATE MY BELOVED!!! Again, I love everything about her. For show Kate, I love how fast-paced she is. It always makes me laugh when she says something like, "Tower. Scale it. Now!!!" It's so funny to me. Emmy did an amazing job bringing that aspect to life. Show Kate is also rougher around the edges -- I don't hate it because it's more realistic...it's just sad. :(

As for book Kate, I like that she brute forces her way to solutions. Oh she doesn't understand this maze? Guess she's running through the vents. I always admired her agility (and wished I could be that cool!!). I also like that she had to grapple with the dark urge of violence because it makes sense, she's the muscle of the team, why shouldn't she end the bad guys once and for all? A dark theme, sure, but I'm glad TLS didn't hold back on it.

Rhonda - Show Rhonda is so cool because she's so good at mediating within the group and I love that she also tries to fight in her own way against Curtain outside of their work with the society. We love to see some small acts of activism!!! No notes, amazing character.

For book Rhonda, I love how caring she is. She just always finds a way to show the group in big and small ways that she cares about them. I feel like if anyone is neurotypical in that group, it's her, and for once I mean that in a good way (let's be real, someone probably needs to be to remember things and help with social cues) /j. I wish we got to see more of her!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Nicholas - in the books, that he learned ASL for Violet in his prequel book! I took 3 ASL classes and while it shouldn't be a big deal for a hearing person to learn sign language for a Deaf person, many times they won't. I love that he automatically accommodated her needs, rather than trying to make her accommodate him. As for the show, the screaming scene comes to mind, but I like that he reads aloud to his friends, I think it's sweet :)

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Garrison - Giants by Imagine Dragons

Soooo again I had to manually pick this song since I don't really think of MBS characters + music together (which is weird of my brain to do, but whatever!). The reason I picked this song is because it's about addiction and someone reflecting on what they've become because of it. I think it especially applies to your S.O.S headcanon of Garrison and how she is in season 2. Wish I had a happier answer. :(

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Jeffers - that y'all gaslit me into thinking his name was Jeepers (s/o to @mvshortcut for reassuring me I was right) and that we have Secure the Perimeter Saturday. I think it's beautiful. 😍 ❤️

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Rhonda - I haven't seen anything I truly despise, but it definitely irks me when she gets forgotten (or whitewashed, I was worried the show was going to do that). She's such an interesting character and deserves to be included as much as possible!!!!!! Again, it's nothing I've actually seen, but if I had to pick.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Rhonda - yes, I think so! She'd get the worst end of the bargain dealing with my eccentricities, but I honestly think we could make it work. I'd do my best to try to make things easier for her living with me lol.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Kate - 🪣 ...sorry, I had to!

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Kate x Reynie - Sorry not sorry, I've always been a Kaynie girlie!!!! I enjoy that TMBS didn't dive into romance at all because it's good to get a break from that. Unfortunately, I'm a hopeless romantic and, at least in the books, I saw potential for something to grow when they got older (like when Reynie gets electrocuted by Curtain in TPD and Kate holds his hand while crying...that scene BROKE ME 😭 😭 😭 ).

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Garrison x Curtain - idk if anyone actually ships this (I haven't seen it, I'm just adding it to the mix for consideration), but the thought of this makes me want to barf. Just....nah.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Nicholas - I've always admired his relationship with Milligan. If you're able to gain the loyalty and friendship of someone who's lost all of their memories, you're doing something right. :) I know Nicholas is always going to feel responsible for Curtain's misdeeds, and by extension, Milligan's memory loss (in both the books and show since Curtain is his brother and Nicholas is too much of an empath to not feel some kind of guilt), but I truly admire how he treats Milligan as someone to be taken seriously and who he wants to help.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Jeffers - I don't know if this crossover is allowed, but can you imagine if Moocho Brazos and Jeffers became friends outside of Curtain's influence? I don't know, I just feel like they would be besties and potentially great together in a fight. Moocho would totally break out some cool helicopter fighting moves and Jeffers would do...something?

I hope you enjoy these answers. This was super fun, Bods!!

#thanks for the ask!#i love doing these #mbs #mbs disney #mysterious benedict society #the mysterious benedict society #tmbs #kate wetherall #nicholas benedict #rhonda kazembe #jeepers creepers #garrison #sq curtain #sq pedalian

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c28hunter · 11 months

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If you're wondering why am I having a Käärijä obsession moment, let me explain

If not, take this pic, its fun

So, I not only like his music (which surprisingly fits into my music taste) but also the way he is, gives me... coruage.

Like with other artists I love, he helps me with... well myself

Like, The Score give me strengh to get up every time I fall down, they give me the power to be the greatest version of myself and to keep fighting for my well being

Lilith Czar gives me proudness and the belief that I can be a powerful woman in a man dominated field ("if it's the men's world, I wanna be king")

And Käärijä? Käärijä gives me the coruage I need to be myself. My silly goofy true self that I've been hiding for years. His appearance, approach, encourage me to actually BE MYSELF, not a "skinny jeans, crop top, cold as bich" that I felt like I should be to fit in. He makes me believe that I don't actually have to believe and self confidence is the key to being your own happy self. And his appearance also helps me with my body dysmorphia, I mean, I don't hate myself that much thanks to him, lol?

So yeah, he's important to me, he's my role model, I love this dude

#eryka being an idiot #eryka kinda vents?#this is why kaarija is so important #read it or not i know no one cares #käärijä #the score #lilith czar

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friends-to-lovers-tournament · 10 months

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Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 1, Side A, Match 7

propaganda under the cut!

Sasuke/Mai:

THE MOST FRIENDS TO LOVERS EVER. Mai is the MC of Ikesen which is a dating sim/otome game. Originally from the 21st century, she's accidentally time travelled to the Sengoku Era where she unknowingly rescues Oda Nobunaga from his historical death thus changing the course of history forever. She reunites with a fellow 21st century dweller Sasuke whom she'd briefly met right before the accidental time travel, who is now a ninja. Though they're on opposing sides, they're friends in all the routes as Sasuke promises to protect her and bring her back to the 21st century safely. Regardless of which route you're playing, Sasuke will always be your friend and he's the same smart yet silly goofy guy, making references to 21st century events and slang and memes which have the other warlords scratching their heads in confusion. Sasuke's route is the ultimate friends-to-lovers + slow burn + mutual pining combination, as they both gradually develop feelings for each other, yet it's also kinda frustrating (in a good way) bc Sasuke is SO clueless to her feelings and his own for a good majority of the route while Mai was down horrendous for him. The pay-off in the end is really sweet (i legit cried when sasuke finally confessed to mai lol) and spicy (ikesen is uhh a bit of a mature game), which makes the achingly slow burn really worth it. Also Sasuke's just a really nice fucking guy, like real boyfriend material, no red flags, the perfect golden retriever boyfriend frfr

Fuyupoly:

Submission 1:

they're from the winter troupe of the mankai company, and unlike the other troupes they're all adults. that said, they all have varying degrees of trauma and emotional stuntedness. it takes them some time to fully open up to each other bc they're all very cautious of each other's boundaries and don't want to cross any lines which initially led to some issues in the group's formation. over time they've learned to bridge the gap while still being mindful of hard boundaries. at one point they have a discussion about what exactly their relationship is (gay) cuz they were talking about how the other troupes have clearly defined dynamics (spring=family, summer=besties, autumn=rivals & teammates) but they don't,, and homare deadass says they're "people bound by a common destiny" which in and of itself sounds very Gay (like why are you as a man bound to other men by a common destiny), but it goes even further because homare starts spouting WEDDING VOWS: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE GAME AND THE MC EVEN REMARKS "i can already hear wedding bells in the distance..."

gradually they become closer, in individual sub-units based on who's paired up as co-leads for a play, and as a troupe overall. also two of its members are childhood friends who had a messy 'divorce' in their young adulthood and it took the game breaking its genre to introduce a timeloop for them to finally make up if that means anything to you. one of their troupe songs "precious to us ~bokura no kisetsu" has some pretty beautiful and fruity lines: "The many kindnesses born in me here / Never fail to breathe life into my chest / Even all the pain and bitterness / Have now become dear to me (Ah…Stay with me)", "No matter how many times our season passes / Let us keep living together / Holding our hands, without ever letting go / Let us open up the curtain of tomorrow", "There is no need for words, because once our gazes meet / Joy sparks a light in your eyes", "Our journey, may it be a brilliant one / As our breaths overlap as one"

a lot of their plays has a LOT of homoerotic tension between the two leads too. their first play has tsumugi and tasuku play angels, and it's heavily implied that tasuku's character has an unrequited crush on tsumugi's character. their third play has azuma play a vampire and tasuku play Just Some Guy and it's generally agreed in the fandom to be one of the gayest, if not THE gayest, play A3 has ever written. obviously the vampire thing is very fruity, but there's also how the vampire was longing to bite the human but was holding himself back, and when the vampire left the human in the end, the human was absolutely HEARTBROKEN over it and was swearing they would reunite one day. the stage play of this takes it even further by having the vampire embrace the human from behind and BITE his neck. the fourth play is a watered-down adaptation of Phantom of the Opera where they genderbend Christine into Chris among other things and change the relationship between Chris and the Phantom to one of friendship.... ostensibly so, because there's still a lot of homoerotic undertones in their interactions. i could go on but this should be enough of a sampling taste

Submission 2:

the writers rlly said "let's take 2 normal guys who are childhood friends and have been into theatre since their school days and have them go through a pre-canon messy divorce, an eccentric poet with a potentially controversial haircut, an amnesiac sleepyhead who can only be awoken with marshmallows but is also somehow extremely athletic despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating marshmallows all day, a man who is so beautiful and mysterious he breaks gender, and a supposed android from a fictional south asian country, and throw them into a blender, oh and for good measure let's throw in some theatre and angst and gay and angst and gay" and the end result was marriage. i mean it took them a lot of awkward fumbling around and conflicts to get there but they got there and thats what matters. ok *technically* in-text they're all rlly good friends and kinda found family BUT they are found family via marriage papers i do not make the rules chief

Submission 3:

The reason why they are so friends-to-lovers to me is because their relationship is founded on quiet and unconditional acceptance of each other—regardless of how flawed they may be or how heavy their burdens and trauma may be. When the troupe first formed (sans Guy who was in another country at the time), they didn’t have any major clashing personalities at the very beginning and generally they were mindful of each other’s boundaries, unlike the other troupes that came before them. However, it’s BECAUSE they were too mindful of said boundaries that it was difficult for them to break down their walls and bond as a team—and there were a LOT of walls to break down, as all of them had varying degrees of emotional baggage and trauma.

In fact, it’s only three plays in that they finally truly start opening up to each other, with Azuma getting the ball rolling by opening up about the deep loneliness that haunted him ever since his childhood. It’s during this conversation that they also discuss what their relationship as a troupe is, because the other troupes have defined their relationship as a team (Spring is family, Summer is best friends, Autumn is rivals & teammates), and Homare goes on to declare that they’re “people bound by a common destiny” and goes on to spew wedding vows: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" I mean… it can’t get any more obvious than this, really. They are married.

But anyway, Tsumugi says he wants their relationship to be one where while they respect each other’s need for space, they’ll also be there for each other and share their pains and burdens—or in his words: “supporting each other when our burdens become too heavy to bear on our own”—which I think is really sweet because it carries this idea of quiet, unconditional acceptance; they don’t push each other to share more than they’re comfortable with sharing, but with whatever they ARE comfortable with sharing everyone carries the load and pain because pain is easier to bear when you’re not bearing it alone <3

A later part of the story focuses on Hisoka, a mysterious amnesiac, being terrified of regaining his memories and facing some “sin” from his past that has led to another character, Chikage, trying to take revenge on him. When he confesses this to the rest of the Winter troupe, Homare asks, “How heavy is this sin you bear?” and Azuma suggests, “Perhaps it’s just heavy enough for the five of us to carry together.” (at this point Guy hasn’t joined yet). The stage play adapts this scene into a song called Key to Memory. The key (pun unintended) part is 1:27 where there’s a back-and-forth between Hisoka and the other Winter troupe members (sans Tasuku because he wasn’t in that particular play)

Hisoka: “I’m scared…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s okay.”

Hisoka: “My unforgivable sin…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “Let’s carry it together.”

Hisoka: “I might not be me anymore.”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s all right. We understand and we accept you, so let’s go together.”

And it ends with Hisoka singing: “I was afraid to open the door of my locked memories. But if everyone is here, I believe I can do it.” In both the game and stage play, Hisoka fully regains his memories and reconciles with Chikage (long story). He tells Fuyupoly he can’t go into detail about his past with Chikage because it’s dangerous but he’ll tell them when the time is right, and they accept this saying that no matter what his past is, they know and love him as their Hisoka which obviously is a very sweet thing for friends to say, but it’s also very Marriage-coded to me.

Later, Guy is introduced as an android from Zahra (a fictional South Asian country) and joins the Winter troupe as a temporary member—because he’s stuck in Japan for the foreseeable future—until they find a permanent member to replace him. The other Winter members have a conversation among themselves and agree that regardless of whether he’s really an android or a human they’ll accept Guy for who he is and help him improve his acting, which again harkens back to the idea of ‘unconditional acceptance’. Eventually it’s revealed that Guy is in fact a human who has forgotten his memories of the past and his emotions. He recovers his memories all at once which shocks his system and causes him to pass out. When he wakes up in his room, he finds the rest of the Winter Troupe asleep around the room—which I believe is symbolic of their whole theme of “quiet acceptance”: they don’t want to push Guy to share beyond what he’s comfortable with, but they’re always there to listen to him and share his load if that’s what he wants. He opens up about the memories he recovered, and they don’t treat him with pity like he’s a lost child, but still extend gentle empathy and understanding. They also emphasise that it genuinely doesn’t matter to them whether he’s human or android because he’s Guy first and foremost. It’s at this point that Guy truly lets himself become part of the Winter troupe/Fuyupoly and not just as a temporary stand-in member, because he’s found a place where he’s found himself again and people who will accept who this “himself” is, whether that be an android devoid of emotions or a human brimming with vivid beautiful emotions.

[Mod note: There’s a LOT more but we’re afraid of crashing the post. I (Deli) summarised it the best I can since I’m familiar with A3, but if you want to read the full thing you can check it out on this google doc)

#friends to lovers tournament #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#fuyupoly #ikesen sasuke #ikesen mai #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #guy nishiki #polls #tournament polls #mod deli note: when i say the 3rd fuyupoly propaganda is long #i mean it is THREE THOUSAND WORDS LONG #i thought receiving the entire tok/yo ghoul plot as propaganda was long but that was on another level akjdnajka

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hiii im in the middle of watching voy for the first time (i just finished watching 6x6 riddles actually) and ive always recognized you as That person who Loves tuvok and i wanted to know your thoughts on neelix and tuvok's relationship? its my favorite aspect of voy personally but im interested in hearing how a massive tuvok fan like you feels about them

Tuvok & Neelix Thoughts (Fractured): Man who grows flowers for food loves a man who grows them purely for beauty, Annoying4Annoying, Comedy routines, Intricate rituals and the playing up of roles, Aliens amongst humans - to assimilate or remain stubborn?, Bringer of water/Bringer of life, Seeing an angel through the mist, Two people who have difficulty communicating and come off as off-putting to those around them, Unrequited love, Love is stored in the food + kitchen, Family men left without any family, People from impossible moons, Jokes that go too far, Horrific loneliness being masked by something else, I won't leave you alone (pos&neg), Cracks in the facade, People pretending and pretending and pretending, Leolaroot I Can't Help It I'm A Moth To The Flame Required Viewing, I can only admit I like you when no one else is around - when the situation's as bleak as can be - when we're seconds from death - only then will I admit that it's been fun. Apologies in the form of sliced apples instead of words vs Apologies in the form of long and tearful contrition. LET ME IN!!! LET ME IN!!!! Locked door you keep bruising your hand banging against. People who love too much so they: keep knocking, keep their ear against the door.

My thoughts are that Neelix is a silly goofy little tragic clown of a man and Tuvok thinks he's so much better than him but in actuality whatever they're up to makes them both look stupid <3 /affectionate Neelix having a crush on Tuvok is canon to me - what Tuvok's response to or level of knowledge of that is changes by the day.

#I was halfway through typing all those fractured thoughts when it hit me 'perhaps this user did not mean in a romantic sense'#but I already typed half of that and made that picture thing SOOO #In regards to pure friendship I still love them and think they're very funny together <3 #I think Tuvok's feelings towards Neelix are complicated and alien #and Neelix's are more straightforward internally but complicated in that Tuvok usually is making fun of him v_v #I headcanon them both as being poor at communicating honestly with others but they cover this up and proceed in different ways #Neelix is overly friendly and attentive and ignores ppl's comments about him (but he KNOWS)#meanwhile Tuvok is reclusive and doesn't often let comments pass without a comment of his own to counter it #Neelix worries about that bc it means Tuvok won't be as well liked meanwhile Tuvok finds Neelix's persistent friendliness to be exhausting #Neelix is a guy who uses friendliness in some ways as a means of survival and I also headcanon he feels somewhat protective of Tuvok #and indeed everyone on Voyager in a strange way...like 'oh these guys are such idiots...they don't know shit about survival they've lived #such cozy little lives!!' <- eventually said with much more affection than shock/scorn #Tuvok & Neelix: (about one another) You are SO annoying and stupid...godbless.....#Q&A #I h ope this answers your question #waspstar #Tuvok/Neelix #Tuvok #Neelix #I 'm IMMEASURABLY pleased to be The Tuvok Loving Guy HEHEHE <3 #star trek relationship aesthetic

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29. Apple Picking, requested by @ophelialoveshandsomemen

2022 Fall Blurbs

Autumn on Caladan was the best time of the year. The air was always brisk and chilly, but inside the castle it was warm and cozy. You loved all of the seasonal food that grew during these colder months, especially those in the orchards surrounding the castle.

The orchards and gardens had always been your favorite place to explore, to spend an afternoon wandering around and taking in all of the different plants that grew and thrived on Caladan. Despite the high castle walls, those gardens were your true sanctuary, a place where you could be alone with your thoughts, perfectly at peace.

Except, of course, when the Duke would join you.

Leto was busy, always running around to keep Caladan running smoothly, and to keep the Emperor happy. Though, sometimes, he’d join you in the afternoons for your walks through the orchard, silently falling into step next to you. Sometimes you’d talk, quiet and polite, and other times you’d simply wander around in silence, taking in nature and each other’s company.

Today, though, he sneaks up on you.

You’d been simply walking around the orchards when you decided to pick some of the apples from the surrounding trees. You do it all the time, the perfect sweet snack for your wandering, and with the cooling weather the apples are perfectly crisp and sweet.

You’re reaching up on your tiptoes to grasp the apple you had your eye on when, suddenly, an arm is snaking around your waist and tugging you backwards. You let out a surprised shriek, one that’s met with a deep, rumbling chuckle that you feel vibrating against your back.

You exhale deeply, letting your shoulders sag as Leto places you safely on the ground before reaching over your head and grabbing the fruit for you, placing it gently into your hand.

“You practically scared me out of my skin!” In response, he places a chaste kiss to your lips, looking all too pleased with himself, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“My apologies.” He smiles as he says it and you shake your head, knowing that he isn’t sorry for his antics at all.

Everyone assumes the Duke is stoic and stone-like all of the time, regal and business minded all hours of the day. And while he needs to keep up appearances, Leto is as playful and goofy as anyone you’ve ever met.

You know that he often has to hide that part away, from the men he commands to his subjects to the other members of the Landsraad, but he lets that part out with you. He doesn’t hide from you, allowing himself to laugh and smile and make silly jokes and pull stupid pranks.

That has to be what you love most about him. Not his high status, hawkish nose, or magnificent curls, but the soft heart he hides from everyone but you. You’re one of the only people privy to this side of him, and you’re thankful for that every day.

Your Leto is a soft, sweet man, who likes to scare you and take walks around the orchards together. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

#duke leto atreides #duke leto x reader #duke leto x you #dune 2021 #dune fanfiction #dune movie #2022 fall blurbs

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Ch.8 - El Sin Nombre - Part 2

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

Soap is interrogated by Valeria for intel; Alejandro and his team raid the home in search of El Sin Nombre; Alejandro is face-to-face with an old friend.

Soap was startled when the brief moment of silence was interrupted by the burlap sack being ripped from his head. Looking ahead, he saw two of the guards that brought him in staring at him with intimidating eyes. "Hermano..." Alejandro said in a low voice, putting his hand on Soap's shoulder.

"Alejandro?" Soap asked, puzzled, before looking to his left to recognize the second pair of eyes to be Kiera. "Kiera? How did you--"

"No time. Listen, give them good intel in there. Don't lie. Tell them everything they want to know or you'll die here."

"Tell them everything?"

"Everything. Mexican Special Forces, American PMCs, Shadow Company. Phillip Graves. All truth."

"Even your name?"

No reply.

The door to the elevators opened, Kiera having to stop herself from laughing at the man who appeared before him to have a very feminist stance to be a cartel member. He had a smug grin on his face as his hip was parked out and his chest was puffed out. "This him?" The man snickered.

"Si, senor." Alejandro replied.

"You got a name, hawk?" He questioned, poking at his preferred hairstyle.

"They call me Soap."

Diego scoffed, "What kind of a name is that? Let's go."

"I want to see El Sin Nombre." Soap stated.

"He wants to see the boss..." He sighed, momentarily taking a step back before grasping the collar of Soap's shirt. "You're only alive because you may have some information. And it better be good, guero, or I'm going to scalp that hawk right off your fucking head. Get the fuck out of my elevator."

"GeT tHe FuCk oUt Of mY ElEvaTor." Soap heard Kiera mock as Diego walked away, Alejandro nudging her shoulder as she was in one of her silly moods. Soap couldn't help but crack a smile too as he was thankful there was some ounce of comedic relief in the situation. He just hoped she wasn't going to be around when he was interrogated because of her mood.

And when she was in a goofy mood, she couldn't be looked at in a serious outcome due to a major laughing fit.

"This is my house. Which means you don't meet the boss until I say so. You don't speak unless spoken to. And mass importante - tell the fucking truth. 'Cause if you lie, I'll feed you to my dogs."

Soap gulped as he watched Diego beat one of his workers for snorting cocaine on the job, telling him that "the pain will keep you sharp".

"Las Almas is at war. You want to win? Don't disobey," Diego explained, rubbing his sore knuckles. "That is how the organization survives, and that is why the boss is here tonight."

"0-7, confirmed on Sin Nombre." Kiera whispered into her comm to Ghost once she and Alejandro split up.

"Copy that," Ghost replied back. "What's your 20?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. This is a big house."

"Well, that's comforting."

"I'll be making my way upstairs to see if I can find anything."

"Stay sharp." Ghost advised.

"I might."

You fucking better, Ghost rasped to himself, scanning the balconies of the mansion for any movement.

"El Sin Nombre is down here?" Soap asked Diego once coming to the end of a corridor.

"Heh, no, but Sin Nombre's personal sicara is," He said before opening the door. Oh, fuck, Soap thought at the sight before him. Two men, bound to a chair with a woman of power pacing back and forth between them with a gun in her hand. She was tattooed and thirsty for dominance - a demon drink if he had to say so. If Soap didn't know any better, he would've thought the sight before him was insanely attractive, but now that he was on an enemy's turf, he pushed that thought aside. "Valeria, there's one more. A gringo."

"Sit down." She demanded to him, nodding towards one of her guards to remove a deceased victim out from the chair before forcing Soap to sit in his place. Splatters of blood decorated the floor and a small crowd of cartel members gathered around Valeria. His eyes scanned the many exposed ones of the guards, stopping when he found the soft feminine eyes of Kiera. She nodded at him briefly, ready to cause a scene if she needed to. "Who's this?" She said to Diego in Spanish, expecting Soap to not understand.

"His name is Soap. He came to us."

Valeria chuckled, "Soap? And you let him in?"

"He says he has information."

Valeria kicked behind Diego's knees, grabbing his neck from behind as she pressed the tip of her knife into Diego's temple, threatening to penetrate the blade into his flesh. Badass bitch.

"We don't know him and he's seen our faces!"

"Valeria, we need intel - he could help us."

"He better. Or after I kill him, you'll be in that chair." She snarled before pushing him from her grasp. Fucking scared street dog, she thought after looking at Diego. Tucking your tail between your legs.

"Children!" She said, removing her semi-automatic pistol from her holster. "This is simple: I ask questions, you answer truthfully. Do not lie to me. Recently, we were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there. Who?" She said to Nunez, a Corporal who was assigned to protect the cartel when they called for reinforcements when Alejandro and his team breached their containment.

Nunez shrugged, "It... It was chaos. I didn't see--"

"In English for the white boy!" Valeria shouted.

"I-I think it was the Rivals Cartel."

Valeria then turned towards Soap, "Your turn, blanquito. Who attacked us?"

"It wasn't cartel. It was Mexican Special Forces."

"We found the bodies. Fuerzas Especiales," Valeria cocked her brow. "Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?" She asked Nunez.

"Maybe he was there!"

"You were there, asshole," Diego snarled at Nunez before pointing to Soap. "Maybe he was there, too."

"There were outsiders who were helping the Mexican Special Forces. Who were they?"

Don't say Kiera's name, Soap reminded himself as he wanted to protect her, recalling how she felt about Graves and what he was up to. Graves has an army, she doesn't...

"We-We heard them yelling in English... They were with the gringos, like him!" Nunez said.

"American PMCs. A group called Shadow Company." Soap answered, watching Valeria walk over to Diego.

"Los Vaqueros is working with Mercenaries." Valeria whispered.

"Those fucking snakes."

"You see?! I was right! It was the gringos!" Nunez bargained.

Valeria then pointed her gun at Nunez, "Can you even prove that "Shadow Company" even exists?"

"H-How can I prove this?"

Valeria scoffed at him before turning to Soap, "What about you? What proof to you have?"

"Check my pocket." Soap said in clear Spanish, shocking both Valeria and Diego as they assumed he had no idea what gringo even meant.

Valeria paused before putting her hand into the front pocket of Soap's jeans, pulling out the insignia patch Graves had given him.

"W-What is that?" Nunez asked nervously.

"Shadow Company's insignia... Proof." Soap answered, watching Valeria lean towards him, her face inches from his. She had an abrupt and intimidating gaze.

"Who leads Shadow Company? Give me a name."

"Phillip Graves."

Diego chuckled, "Fill graves. Fill graves, I like that."

"This man, Graves, what does he want?"

"The Iranian. He wants Hassan."

"How does he know that?" Diego asked Valeria.

"You can't trust him. You can't! I'm telling you!" Nunez pleaded.

"You've told us nothing!" Valeria shouted.

"No, no, no! Don't do that! Please, I don't want to die!"

"We pay you well, and this outsider knows more than you." Diego scoffed.

"Time to kill this useless motherfucker." Valeria said to Diego, smirking at Nunez before Diego pulled the trigger. Nunez's brain matter and blood managed to spew onto Soap's clothing, causing him to swallow hard within his throat, knowing he was going to be next.

Valeria pulled out her knife, approaching Soap, "How nice, did good here. Well done." She whispered to him, cutting his wrists free of the zip ties.

"We're going upstairs, gringo," Diego said to him, motioning for him to follow. "To be fucking clear, we're not done with you. Sin Nombre will decide your future." How comforting, Soap thought as he entered the same elevator that brought him down in the first place, Kiera being the only guard that was with Diego and Valeria. Where's Alejandro?

"Penthouse, 1-1." Kiera said to Alejandro in Spanish, desperately trying to make her voice sound deeper.

"Los Vaqueros is moving fast."

"I'll be in the penthouse with Sin Nombre." Valeria replied.

"When do I see El Sin Nombre?"

"Valeria is going to speak to the boss now. You will wait with the others."

"I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be... very interested in talking to you."

The elevator opened, Alejandro's masked figure waiting for them. "I'll be in the ofrenda. No interruptions." He said to one of the other guards.

"Si, senor."

"I got him, man. They need you outside." Alejandro spoke to him.

"Hermano, you're alive."

"Aye, you too, mate."

"El Sin Nombre is in the penthouse - third floor." Kiera spoke to him.

"We'll need a keycard."

"I got you." She said, removing the knife from the sheath around the jeans she wore under the suit and handing it to Soap.

"Sweet." He said.

"Here, take this." Alejandro said, handing him a white balaclava.

"Why a mask?"

"Some can't be seen with the cartel. Let's move."

"Ghost, we're in." Soap said to his comrade.

"What've you got?"

"El Sin Nombre's in the penthouse. Third floor."

"Elevator is a straight shot. We just need Diego's keycard."

"Where's Diego?"

"The ofrenda. Second floor."

"You seein' anything, L.t?"

"If you can scout a way to the roof, there's access to the penthouse."

"I'm heading upstairs either way."

"Sergeant, I'm heading towards the second floor now." Kiera told Soap.

"Be careful, senora. If guards see you going towards the penthouse or the garage, they'll shoot on sight."

"I look forward to it."

Ghost gripped his rifle harder at her words, Don't be bloody stupid.

A few agonizing minutes of silence went by before Soap's voice could be heard, "Alejandro, Kiera - Diego's dead. I've got the keycard."

"Badass, Sergeant," Kiera complimented. "I'm coming back down from the second floor. I overheard one of the guards saying they found a body. Alejandro, I think we're fucked."

"Copy that, senora. Just stay sharp. We're in the calm for right now."

"Alejandro, security checkpoint up ahead before you get to where Sin Nombre is. I'm here."

"Aye."

"How'd she get there so fast?" Soap asked as he and Alejandro were descending the elevator.

"Senora moves like a cat, Hermano," Alejandro chuckled. "She'll probably have PID on Sin Nombre before we even get there."

"Let's hope so."

"Ghost, can you cover exterior? I'm hearing more and more guards coming this way." Kiera said over the comm.

"Copy that. Covering exterior now."

"Alejandro, Soap - breaching for entry into Sin Nombre's penthouse."

Kiera took her pistol and positioned it to where the barrel was horizontal to her forearm, preparing to use it as a makeshift set of brass knuckles to save on ammunition. She went to open the door, stating she was informing the guard on a possible intruder. The guard opened the door and Kiera didn't hesitate to attack, using the barrel of the pistol to hit him in the nose before hitting him in the jugular as well as the inside of his elbow, disarming him before taking his weapon and stabbing him in the neck with the tip of the barrel. It was a morbid and gruesome scene, but Kiera had seen worse. "Victor 1-1, I'm in. Bring the snake camera."

"Copy that. On your six."

Soap and Alejandro stepped over the body of Kiera's previous work to see her standing at the French doors that housed El Sin Nombre on the other side.

"Snake Cam is set. Time to get PID on El Sin Nombre." Alejandro sighed.

"Let's put a face to the nameless."

"The shipment from Spain arrived on schedule-"

"Boss, we should move!"

"Do not interrupt me when I'm working! If there's a fucking problem, then solve it!"

"I-I can assure you my men will conclude the arrangement and the packages will be in place--"

"Sin Nombre, we have to go now!"

Sin Nombre sighed before hanging up the phone, "Let's go, then."

"No fucking way!" Soap whispered in shock.

"What is it?"

"The Sicaria I met downstairs - Valeria - She's El Sin Nombre."

"Valeria?" Alejandro asked, the name pinging nostalgia to him. "Are you sure, Hermano?"

"Yes."

"We have to move," Alejandro said before tuning in to his comm. "Graves, Sin Nombre is posing as a female sicaria. We're moving in. You set?"

"Check."

"Ghost?"

"Ready."

"Take her alive."

"This is going to be fun." Kiera noted as she watched Alejandro kick the door open with a powerful thrust of his leg, he and Soap taking the first shots. I haven't fought a woman in a while...

Alejandro and Soap took the first shots, taking out two guards and clearing the way for Kiera to go after Valeria after seeing her shoot through the nearby door with one guard close by. She kept her weapon out, ready to take fire when the guard hit the gun from her hands, using his elbow to hit directly to her nose. Through blurry vision and pure adrenaline, she steadied herself, looking up at the man who was going to shoot her before seeing blood coming from his mouth.

He had been shot - a bullet clean through the nearby window.

Ghost had saved her life.

Soap and Alejandro took the left, seeing more guards piling in from the area and going first to clear them out. Removing the balaclava from her head, she used the cotton fabric to rid her nose of the blood and looked ahead. Valeria stood with a smirk on her face, eager.

"You sneaky punta," She scoffed. "Coming in here like this."

"Well," Kiera shrugged. "Quit making it too damn easy."

"You know you made a big mistake, right?" Valeria snarled in Spanish.

Kiera opened her arms, taunting her, "I'm right here. What're you going to do about it?"

Valeria charged at her, Kiera blocking the first blow with her elbow before Valeria delivered a powerful thrust to her abdomen, causing her to hunch over briefly. Kiera then created a hook with her right arm and punched her in the collarbone before grabbing her right arm and forcing it behind her back and shoving her to the nearby wall. Kiera was one for smart fighting, but Valeria was a brute force of nature. She was a challenge, to say the least. With Valeria's left arm above her head, she planted her feet before turning her torso, delivering a powerful blow to Kiera's temple.

Now angry, Kiera delivered a powerful punch to Valeria's sternum, causing her to cough in defeat. With the advantage, Kiera then used her leg to hit behind Valeria's knee, knocking her down completely.

Baring her teeth, Valeria used her free hand to punch the sensitive tissue above Kiera's knee, causing her to stumble backward. Using her right elbow, Kiera was able to block herself from a potential break of the nose as Valeria had full intentions to use her forehead to knock her. "And fucking stay down." Kiera shouted at her.

"Fuck you, punta."

"What good is that gonna do you, huh?" A strong hum of Graves' helicopter could be heard as it was preparing to land on the roof of the mansion while Alejandro and Soap finished off the remaining cartel members.

With another brief struggle, Kiera was able to contain Valeria and escort her - forcefully escort her - towards the beam of Graves' spotlight, knocking her behind her knees to force her to surrender.

"On your knees!" Graves warned, watching her attempt to stand up again.

"I kneel for no one, motherfucker!" She shouted.

"A bullet will make you kneel," Graves replied, watching her stay on her knees. "Atta girl."

"Keep the target secure, I'll cover." Alejandro stated, nodding at Kiera as if he were asking if she was okay with his eyes. He knew the women were fighting like dogs and by the looks of them, aside from the obvious, it was hard to tell who was winning. Both women had red faces, blood coming from their lips, and messy hair.

"El Sin Nombre." Soap scoffed, forcing Valeria to her feet.

"My name is Valeria." She spat.

"Hiding in plain sight."

"Hiding?" She scoffed. "I'm everywhere, soldier."

Graves stepped down from the helicopter, smirking, "That's good. So are we. Let's go."

She was forced into the helicopter, looking back over her shoulder at Alejandro, the two sharing an immense gaze with the other. "Hermano, what's up?" Soap asked him, nudging his shoulder.

"Valeria, I know her!" He replied, leaving Soap to host a confused glance at what Alejandro had just said.

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 7 months

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hi, if it wont take up too much of your time, could i get a match up for obey me?

i'm 20, male (trans), and unlabled in terms of sexuality though i am fine dating any gender.

personality: I am usually very nervous and quiet when I first meet people, (which a lot of my friends call me emo for 😭) but if I do get to know people I become much more friendly and often make a lot of jokes, though i will always be slightly introverted and shy. however, I am kind and show sympathy and empathy regularly, especially when people need it. I have an issue with sort of acting 'head empty' around my friends, but i do trust that i am mature and have strong ambitions for the future. I often don't discuss this with others as the people i'm surrounded by mostly only like me when i'm funny and stuff. i'm not sure if this is more personality or physical, but I also have times were i don't talk a lot. I can get cold and snappy if people irritate me too much, but am usually quite patient.

I can made judgements on people's characters and get their personality down very quickly, and if i do not like them, I will try keep a distance. however, i can sense when people are using coldness or harshness to hide problems and will either try stick around and subtly help them or make sure they're doing well from a distance. I don't like overly energetic and spontaneous people as i get tired and burnt out easily, and often prefer doing less chaotic activities though I do enjoy watching others do stupid stuff.

I'm an intp-t.

physically: I am 163 cm and 52 kg (so basically i have the build of a malnourished child in a charity ad). I am also chinese, so i carry some ethnic features from there. I have relatively short black hair and pale-ish skin. I have a multiple scars and bruises on my arms, legs and elbows which have come from completely random causes, and also some sh issues. I usually wear oversized sweaters and t-shirts with silly goofy cool prints on them. because i'm ftm, I still have female genitals, though i am on testosterone and blockers for the last two years. planning on getting top surgery soon.

hobbies: swimming, baking, cello, aquascaping, botany, chemistry, taekwondo, marine biology, reading, philosophy, drawing.

other-

I have ADD, ASD, and MDD . currently being medicated for major depression, but it's going badly 💀 also had issues with anger and eating disorders in the past but they've gotten a lot better over the years!

I have a higher iq than most but i forgot the exact number

I have daddy issues so naturally my taste in men is immensely fucked up

I don't have much time on my hands due to being in uni, being in a state/national swim team and a strings orchestra, but if i had a partner i would do my best to try spend as much time with them as possible.

I give love through physical touch and gift giving mostly.

I have a dog, but i had to leave him with my parents when I went to uni :( planning to get a cat one day i love cats sm ughhh

I'm not very used to physical touch or words of affection but I do like it a lot!

Thank you so much for your time! Have a good day :))

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchup!

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Lucifer is a good balance for you. He’s physical enough without being overwhelming, and quietly supportive.

He’s very observant so he can tell when you want physical affection or words of affection, as well as when you need a break from any displays of affection and will adjust his advances accordingly.

Lucifer’s not excessive with his words of affection. He’d rather let his actions convey his fondness for you. But since he knows you like words of affection, he’ll do his best.

No need to worry about him being overly energetic. I don’t think we’ve ever seen Lucifer “energetic” unless he’s under a spell or someone else is in his body. That’s just not who he is.

His brothers on the other hand…Lucifer knows you’re not fond of people who bounce off the walls every other second so he’ll try to keep his brothers under control. But there’s only so much one demon can do.

Loves listening to you play the cello. He enjoys classical music and finds any little imperfections in your playing simply add character to the song.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #lucifer

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istherewifiinhell · 7 months

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[Chin in my hand. tilting head back in forth] no its just like. is anyone else a sicko enough to watch that tf 86 without me telling u more about it.... its only an hour 25. took me like 3 cause. im Unwell. this is the emotion they gave kids in the 80s isnt it. what in the god damn. what did they put in this shit...

Okay well i dont actually care what other people do but a lot of what im getting out of this is based on. knowing only meagerly more than if i was there when it was happening. so. thats the angle.

okay the most important thing i could lead with its not flashing light free. unfortunate tho unsurprising

how to get into this... what im. doing here. is i think entrusting myself to the absurd. and letting myself go with it. and how much i can care (the answer is usually. very much). so. this installment:

Transformers: The Movie. 1986. what is it?

It's 80s kid's movie shit. Aggressively so. pure. saturated. 80 proof. directly into my brain stem. And I'm a fucking sicko for it.

It is... the movie that is technically based on the 84-87 show. I mean. it is that. Its the same world, its the same continuity…. i assume. I had to watch it before starting season 3. What awaits me there, I do not know.

It is also the hypothetical "he is so outside of the original scope of the material the text no longer offers guidance on whether or not He would fucking say that".

…I exaggerate but the movie is... different enough in tone and situation, and but of course, character cast, that it's more in the realm of value add to seen the show than. Necessity. The cross over characters with the most screen time are, I think, the dino bots. and i love the dino bots. but, you get their gist.

was new toy opportunities: (characters, accessories, locations for play sets), obviously.

What I knew going in was: that its better animated. darker. and that characters…. Die!

so in general what i expected to see, and did receive

new lore: the shit keeps popping outta the ground anytime they have to readdress the transformers home planet, cybertron. even in the show. just suddenly. randomly. take some [conflicting to previous examples] lore.

general kid movie tropes and goofing

… the character death thing. more on that later

I'll touch on animation. cause. ofc. for context. im sicko. im. silly guy but. people aren't lying about the show's animation quality. that sort of thing doesn't bother me so much, but more than just. looking jank. It also effects like editing and shot/scene construction it a way that can be. noticeable to jarring. so the movie is a treat cause its not just a upgrade to theatrical animation (which. when considering comparable weight classes, just IS gonna be a step up from television) but on top of that you just get overall better flow and continuity.

BUT that, does not exclude it from old kids movie WILD tone/scene swings. From fun goofy action, to the horrors, to main plot action, to grief, to funny comedic bit characters. It is, I imagine, exactly as it intends to be… and I fault it not an iota. It's very funny to me to just. experience it and let that happen. Especially considering its still delivering on cool ass scifi visuals, just big beautiful impossible machinery, and nice action scenes even when being goofy as shit.

The easiest thing to mention I did NOT expect. the soundtrack. hol lee shittttt. the synths are hitting, the guitars are shredding, old rock men are crooning. like think of the phil collin's disney movies. times. a thousand. a million. I'm listening to right now writing this. Bangers.

SO that's I think, my vaguest recommendation for the movie. Fun to look at and listen to, big robot aliens face adversity and strange situations and hopefully come out on top to the killer score. I'm a simple man. Do experience childlike wonder from time to time. And regardless I really just enjoy the amusement I get from corny shit.

Specifics

Setting: So this is not the world state of the show, of two battling forces stationed in headquarters on earth foiling each other. They do this with a time skip as denoted by the resident human character, Spike, now having a son!

This future state of affairs has "new cybertron", a city on earth. I really like that, its a good vibe for like, aliens are real, they're here and some are our friends (and also maybe. losing the war on their home planet. just a tad). And equally cool vibe, our bots have two moon bases, (their moons, not ours), hunkering down as more rebellious force, than an equal power. And this is where most of the classic show characters are stationed. Including Spike, in a transforming mech suit. That's just fun.

Lore/Plot: Were the robots in disguise not weird enough for you? Okay, how's this. A giant robotic planet eater (is a robot and eats robotic planets specifically it seems). Voiced by Orson Welles.... OKAY. So, incalculable powerful? Pretty much, but there's one thing he's weak to.

The matrix. No, not that one. This Matrix is a big, glowy. thing. That the leader of the autobots carries. It's said to. Light the way in darkness, and has something to do with... "Till are are one" or becoming one with it when you die? Unclear. Its magic, its good, its only for the pure of heart. Etc. Antithesis to big robot planet eaters, I guess. It also uh. confers… prime-ness? No never mind how the show said Optimus Prime was just a normal smaller guy and then got built back different. Magic Box.

Tone/Story: so ive dragged it on long enough. if you've heard of this movie. this is probably why. they KILL CHARACTERS! There getting shot, murdered, general, combat things. Also execution. And being planet eaten. Those sick action sequences to even sicker jams. As your beloved toys are slaughtered. Notably Optimus and Megatron have it out, for real for real. Primes grievously wounded, Megatron's fucked up after falling SEVERAL stories. Which leads to leadership change on both sides. Cause, prime fucking DIES! DEATHBED SCENE! Dad of the autobots, gone. Countless children, traumatized. And this adult in 2023, moved, also.

And Megatron? Instead of dying surround by loved ones, gets picked up by the planet eater. Is it a Faustian deal if your options are "work for me and destroy the magic box of power. Or die an agonizing death"? The deal also nets him a forced rebuild, new name, and... being voiced by Leonard Nimoy for the rest of the film? New game plus Megatron goes a bit harder than original flavour, killing Starscream (Rip baby girl your coronation outfit was nice). Though it does not totally subsume his character, just any time he tries to get out of it, and even wanting to team up with the heroes, the robot god turns on the agonizing death mode again. Cowabummer, dude.

THE SILLIES: This might sound like a crazy thing OR you might be well versed in the art of kids movie yourself and get this picture. Those are some pretty GRIM and heady details I pulled out. But, did I mention there's a weird al song in this? You couldn't find a better thesis statement than it's title: Dare to be Stupid. It's fucking dance parties with. australian? junk bots "batteries not included" style speaking in TV commercial gimmick characters. There's some little freak who speaks in rhymes. The hero of this movie is called HOT ROD. He's almost executed by being fed to robot sharks. But hes not, because the DINO BOTS come save him :D.

So i'm saying, if people have this idea that you can only come to old kids media if you were there. Cause, the nostalgia and history you have. You like remembering confronting serious emotions as a kid, characters that find the will to go on. To be brave and kind. And the enjoyment outta sick fights and crying cause it was too sad. And everything else is just the baggage. Dead weight.

Well, I dunno! I still like it! I can see the animation errors (of course there still there, do you know how many drawing make up a movie?) But I also like cell animation were you see the smudges. There's annoying characters, there's jarring needle drops. There's... baw weep gran nah weep ni ni bong. But. Movies can be good AND be stupid. You don't gotta choose between only completely sincere first order enjoyment, or ironic amusement. I wanna do the secret third thing. And, so, I'll be out here acting a fool! And I'll have a good time.

I think, in general, I really like being surprised by media. And I know how to expect bad media. I did not know how to expect this, though. This beautiful mess. This lovely thing. It has fed my heart and soul. Cause it's fun.

#some shit #its not called cisformers #eh. erh. a little long. a little. i dunno how to do it any shorter tho.#ill post a song from it later today and that'll be my actual closing statement.#but. BUH. i gotta eat. sfdkjgnsdfkgn #we have fun here. i hope. i always try.#wifi's media list #<- how could i forget

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novelmonger · 1 year

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I just finished Trigun Stampede, and it's left me feeling so disappointed, because it could have been...so much more.

To be fair, I have to acknowledge that the storyline is distinctly different from both the first anime and the manga, and while it retains certain similarities to both storylines, it's kind of its own story--and not a bad story, either; it was engaging and interesting in its own right. I especially liked how it handled Vash and Knives's history, what it did with Wolfwood's backstory, and how it wrapped things up at the end.

But the point is that my disappointment with Trigun Stampede has nothing to do with which anime is a closer adaptation of the manga. (I'm due a reread of that anyway; there are a lot of details of the Trigun Maximum portion that I don't remember very well.) When I compare the two animes, I just...enjoy the first one so much more.

It's all very subjective, of course, but here are some of my thoughts:

Where's my girl Milly? :( Why'd they take her out? Did they really think Roberto was a good substitute for silly Milly, the giant girl with the huge gun and the innocent voice, who comes across as an airhead but is actually really sharp? I'm sorry, I'd much rather have her in the party than a jaded, world-weary alcoholic who honestly feels like a less-interesting Wolfwood most of the time. Also, having Milly around meant that Meryl could take the role of the straight man most of the time, whereas the Roberto-Meryl duo is like...two straight men. Just doesn't have the same spark as Meryl and Milly :/

Vash is so much less goofy in this one, he's practically a different person. I mean, yes, his heart is the same, and in a lot of ways the goofiness is a mask and something Vash uses to keep himself from despair (better to laugh than to cry and all that). But it's still a huge part of his personality, and a huge part of what I love so much about Trigun in the first place. I love how the first anime will switch back and forth between being utterly hilarious and dead serious. Trigun Stampede, on the other hand, is almost entirely serious. As a result, the serious moments don't have the same impact as they would have if they came at the tail end of a string of ridiculous hijinks. I probably wouldn't think of that if I hadn't seen the first anime and knew how the story would feel with that kind of tone, but there you are.

There's so much less time to get to know the characters. You can really tell that Trigun Stampede's primary target audience is people who are already fans of the story, because they don't let the story breathe in the beginning. I really got the sense that we're supposed to already know who these people are and why we love them, rather than getting introduced to lovable characters for the first time. I have to wonder whether I would care about any of them if I didn't have tons of episodes where I'd gotten used to them and their quirks and had the time to really learn what they're all about.

WHERE IS BRILLIANT DYNAMITES NEON?! HOW CAN YOU BRING IN THE BAD LADS GANG WITHOUT THEIR FABULOUS LEADER?!?!?

Okay, I'm going to say it: I hate the animation. Sometimes it looked really good (particularly everything with the plants), but other times--especially when it came to character animation, particularly facial animation--it was so...sluggish? It was like the mouth movements couldn't keep up with the voicework, and every movement a character would make would take twice as long as it should, like they were moving through water or something. I'm certainly not against CG animation in anime, but I've seen it done so much better than this. I didn't know such a stylized art style could veer into the uncanny valley, but that was the feeling I got over and over again while watching this anime. It was so distracting that sometimes I found myself staring at their faces without reading the subtitles, and had to back up.

Oh, that reminds me: I'm sure there's a whole host of reasons behind them changing Vash's voice actor, but...I'm sorry, Masaya Onosaka is Vash the Stampede to me. He did such a good job with both the serious and the goofy sides of the character. Yoshitsugu Matsuoka did a great job; I have no complaints with his performance. But...he's just not Masaya Onosaka. It's probably a good thing that this iteration of Vash wasn't as ridiculous and all over the place, because I'm not convinced Yoshitsugu Matsuoka could have pulled it off.

The new character designs were okay for the most part. Not my favorite, but generally not a problem (though I'm not a fan of Meryl's outfit; it makes her look like a kid somehow). The only real problem I have is that Vash's floppier, softer hairstyle makes Wolfwood's nickname "needle noggin" just...not work very well. It was clear why he would give him such a nickname when Vash's hair was sticking straight up like a shock of wheat, but this way? Doesn't look like needles at all. His hair isn't noticeably spikier than anyone else's.

There weren't really any surprises or suspense in the story, because everything was shown in a fairly straightforward way. Not necessarily a problem, I suppose, and it makes sense that they have to cut to the chase more quickly when they've only got 12 episodes to work with. But I missed the way the first anime would just drop hints, show a little bit of a flashback, then move on for another episode or two. Particularly when it came to the nature of what, exactly, Vash is. They basically tell you right away in the first episode what's going on, rather than letting you wonder and slowly piece it together over time. I don't like that.

All in all, Trigun Stampede just doesn't hold a candle to the first anime. Now I'm off to rewatch that one, and then probably reread the manga.

#trigun #trigun stampede #no spoilers #i'm sure plenty of other people have said all of this before #but i wanted to get my thoughts down

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