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alisonwritesimagines · 7 months

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I Just Wanna Know You Better Now ~LA! Mihawk Imagine~

Summary: You meet Mihawk for the first time and he is not what you expect.

Author’s Note: I was gonna upload this yesterday but my boyfriend's alarm woke me up and put me in a bad mood.

Based in my Enchanted series

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: mentions of killing, fluff

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

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The village was small. Not what Mihawk was expecting to find the quarry that Vice Admiral Garp told him to kill. He walked around the village before settling to find information about you at a bar.

“What can I get you?” The lady working the bar asked as she approached him.

“Red wine if you have it,” he tells her.

“One glass coming up,” she tells him before pouring a drink for him.

“Do you know anywhere I can find someone named Y/n L/n?” Mihawk asked.

“Don’t know who you’re talking about. Never heard anyone by that name here.”

Mihawk could tell that she was lying. But she seemed calm about it so he wouldn’t press onto it.

“Alright. No worries. I just had a message to deliver to her from someone,” Mihawk said. The woman nodded before walking away to clean the bar more.

Mihawk paid for his drink before walking out of the bar. He headed to the outer part of the village where he saw a small house and a woman in the garden. He got closer and saw that it was you based on the description Vice Admiral Garp gave to him. Though he was a little surprise with your aura.

“You don’t seem like someone who can harm a fly."

He watched as you turned around to look at him. Mihawk couldn’t deny that you were beautiful.

“I can hurt a fly. Don’t think I’m good at harming anyone else,” you tell him as you stood up. Your arms are crossed defensively but Mihawk had no intention of hurting you anymore.

“I see.”

“I know who you are so what do you want?” You asked him. A bold one, Mihawk thought to himself.

“I was sent to kill you but in all honesty, I don’t think I can kill you. You’re too beautiful to be killed,” Mihawk tells you.

“Who sent you to kill me?” You asked worriedly as you took a step back.

“Not to worry now. I don't have any intentions to kill you anymore," he tells you. Truthfully, Mihawk would be more upset if anyone hurt you. Even if he did meet you just now.

“Then why are you still here?” You questioned.

“I'm curious to see why someone would send me to go after you,” Mihawk tells you as he took a step forward.

“Feel free to stay. Just to tell you, it's going to be quite boring,” you tell him before picking up your basket.

“Allow me,” Mihawk said as he walked over and grabbed the basket from your hands.

“It’s not that heavy,” you pointed out.

“No. But how else am I to make you to start trusting me?” Mihawk asked.

“By not killing me.”

“I will do no honor in killing you,” Mihawk said.

Mihawk sat on a chair as he watched you sort out your fruits and vegetables in your kitchen. It felt awkward knowing a famous warlord was watching you sort out the food you picked from your garden.

“How long do you plan on staying?” You asked.

“Until I’m needed elsewhere,” Mihawk answered truthfully.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You asked him.

“Don’t worry about me darling. Just continue what you’re doing,” Mihawk tells you. You nodded before picking up the basket with the food you were going to sell.

“I’m heading to the market now. I don’t know if you want to join me or if you want to stay here,” you tell him.

“I’ll join you,” Mihawk tells you before joining you in the market.

You traded some fruits and vegetables for some meat before selling off the rest. Mihawk watched a close eye on you as he followed you around. Everyone was too scared to question the warlord behind you but he didn’t care. His main focus was you.

The next day, he showed up at your front door.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” You asked him.

“Yes.”

“Okay. I need to go to my job and I don’t think a warlord is going to be comforting to the kids,” you tell him before grabbing your things to head into town.

Before, you would just only teach Luffy. But since the school needed a new teacher, you became the village’s teacher.

“I’ll walk with you then,” Mihawk offered.

“Okay.”

Mihawk took your bag in his hands before following you to the school.

“You don’t have to wait for me you know. I’ll be at the school for a while,” you tell him.

“Who’ll carry your bag then?” Mihawk asked.

“I’m not some helpless woman you know. I can carry my own bag,” you tell him. Mihawk just stared at you as you walked inside the school.

Mihawk didn’t do much as he waited for you. He did grab you some pastries from the bakery before heading back to the school to wait for you again.he could hear the people talk about seeing the warlord waiting by the school for the teacher. He didn’t mind for once.

“Did you wait the entire time?” You asked Mihawk after you finished saying bye to your last student.

“I wasn’t doing much anyway,” Mihawk tells you as he handed you the box of pastries. He took your bag again in exchange.

“Thank you,” you said as you looked up at him.

Mihawk gave you a nod before the two of you walked back to your home.

“No tending to the garden today?” Mihawk asked you.

“I will. I just need to prep for dinner tonight,” you tell him.

“Why don’t I tend to your garden?” Mihawk offered.

“You know how to garden?”

“I know my way around. Where’s your basket?”

“Um by the door.”

“Won’t be long,” Mihawk tells you before walking out.

As you cooked dinner, you accidentally touched the hot pan making you hiss in pain.

“Ow!”

You didn’t think Mihawk heard you until he rushed through the door with a full basket. He placed the basket on the table before he checked on you.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Just burned myself.”

Mihawk quickly grabbed your bucket of water before gently putting your finger in the cool liquid.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

"I made extras if you'd like. I got used to cooking for two," you tell him as you took your hand out and dry it with a towel.

“Was it for you and your past lover?” Mihawk asked. He noticed the ring dangling from a chain on your neck the moment he met you. But there were no signs of him anywhere in your home.

“Not really surprisingly. I used to take care of a little boy who used to live with me who had a bottomless stomach. He wanted to become a pirate so he set sail a year ago," you tell him.

“I see.”

“So, dinner?” You asked.

“Why not,” Mihawk said as he put his sword away.

Mihawk cleaned up before sitting with you at the table.

“I hope you like it,” you tell him. Mihawk took a bite of the food, nodding in approval afterwards.

“It’s good.”

“Thank you!”

“You should let me cook for you sometime,” Mihawk tells you.

“What kind of food do you cook?”

“Anything that can go well with red wine.”

“You like red wine?”

“I do. It’s a classical drink.”

“Maybe I’ll buy us a bottle and we can have a drink together,” you tell him.

“Or I can get it along with some other supplies for when I cook.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please. Let me cook for you next time.”

“Alright. Deal.”

#dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk imagine #mihawk #mihawk x reader #mihawk imagine #mihawk live action #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece live action #enchanted universe #alisonwritesimagines

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armoricaroyalty · 7 months

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author's note: Once again, the lovely build is courtesy of @nexility-sims, who also loaned me her lovely sims and permitted me to write dialogue where they tell my sims how perfect and hot they are!

Transcript under the cut.

Nakawe Palace // Amorican State Visit - Day 1

JULIÁN | ...you're with the Armoricans, then? THEO | I am. Theodosia—Theo—Adams, with the Royal Foundation. JULIÁN | Julián Reyes. It's a pleasure to meet you, Theo. JULIÁN | You know...I'm so glad they seated me at your table. THEO | [playing along] Oh? And why is that? JULIÁN | Well, I was looking around the room and I was starting to worry that I wouldn't have the chance to speak with the loveliest woman here tonight. THEO | [amused] Have you tried that line on every woman you've talked to tonight? JULIÁN | Eh. About a third. THEO | Yeah? And how is it working out for you? JULIÁN | It only has to work once...

FREDERICK | ...what a fucking creep. EMILY | Who? FREDERICK | That guy. Julián. FREDERICK | He's been hitting on every woman with a pulse. EMILY | He was at lunch...isn't he one of Queen Beatriz's grandsons? FREDERICK | [scoffs] Not one of her favorites. FREDERICK | ...not that I'd know what Her Majesty thinks, since I've never met her. EMILY | Queen Beatriz is busy running her country, Frederick. You expect too much. FREDERICK | She made time for Rosalind. EMILY | Yes, she made time to speak with your father's heir. FREDERICK | Right, right...we mustn't forget our place! Who cares who planned the entire state visit, it doesn't matter. EMILY | I'm sure Her Highness is grateful for all the work you've done. FREDERICK | Yeah, I'm sure her office will send my office a fruit basket once we're home. EMILY | And I'm sure it'll be a lovely fruit basket. FREDERICK | [sighs] You always look on the bright side, Em. EMILY | What would you do without me?

#armorica story #chapter 3 #behind the scenes #armorica collabs #nexility sims #character: andre st. fleur #character: leonor reyes #character: julian reyes #character: theodosia adams #character: frederick st. fleur #character: emily chandra

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littleeyesofpallas · 1 month

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Oh hey so here's a thing that we never really got proper follow up on, and in fact if anything some late additions to canon just kind of... not quite "contradict" the implicit world building but kind of just exist without addressing the existing hooks?(i hope that makes sense) I'm talking around the subject... I mean the dual zanpakutou and what that actually seems to say about their wielders and how Ichigo absolutely does not fulfill that same criteria with his bullshit final zanpakutou, either played straight or as a subversion.

I have sort of talked about the zanpakutou names themselves but I didn't really stray into the territory of character analysis too much. Kyroraku and Ukitake both have implicit dual personas that are reflected in their swords, at least at first. And Ichigo pretty distinctly doesn't, not in the same way at least, although there is sort of a caveat to that, but I'm already getting ahead of myself...

I'll start with Kyouraku since his is probably the least consequential, and the most overtly addressed... On the one hand Katen[花天] probably comes from the more specific Chinese phrase Huā tiānnǚ[花天女], I specify because it has much more concrete artistic associations than [花天] does, either in Chinese or Japanese, and is a minor figure of Chinese celestial bureaucracy often depicted as a beautiful young woman flying thru the heavens scattering flower petals from a bouquet or basket of flowers. The garden she tends is comprised of all the most beautiful and exotic flowers, posses magical qualities such that the fruits of her garden can grant immorality or magical powers, and the petals she scatters all over the world bring happiness and good fortune.

Clearly her evocation here is an allusion to Kyoruaku's outward demeanor as a kind of pampered, decedent lover of good drink, music/poetry, and women. There are a few things in his name that all point to this as well, beyond just his visual design: Kyoraku[京楽] reading as "(Imperial)Capitol + Music/pleasure/comfort" and Shunsui[春水] as "Spring(the season) + Water," the associations with spring somewhat implicitly involving cherry blossoms, making the phrase sort of analogous to "rose water" or "sweet water."

And then Kyoukotsu[狂骨] is a yokai that takes the form of a skeletal old man that haunts the bucket of an abandoned well. It's got some weird uncertain regional etymologies that sort of suggest it could be any of a number of euphemisms, but I'm not certain which if any are relevant to this. There is one i stumbled into that, given the casual nature of all this, i did not think to record like a citation as i didnt think it'd be so hard to track down again... that said it was used as a kind of slang towards a crazy person or a raucous drunk. I don't want to lean too heavily on that when I can't corroborate it, but it did feel like it made a lot of sense: you drink(from a well) something you shouldn't(i.e. cursed) and it makes you violent and/or crazy.

And more over, their release call is,

Hanakaze midarete Kashin naki, Tenpuu midarete Tenma warau

[花風紊れて花神啼き, 天風紊れて天魔嗤う]

"FlowerWind in disarray FlowerSpirit(s) cry, HeavenWind in disarray Tenma* laughs/ridicules."

There is a distinct bit of poeticism here with Hana... ka[花... 花...] referring to "flowers," Ten... Ten[天... 天...] referring to "heaven," midarete[紊れて... 紊れて...] referring to things "in disarray," and kaze... fuu[...風, ...風] referring to "wind." And notably while there are obvious thematic links back to Katen, there's not actually much reference to Kyokotsu, apart from vague tonal implications. Still, the message seems very clear: The pleasant scent of flowers and aesthetic of petals on the wind are disrupted, flower spirits/god(s) cry/wail in pain or otherwise distress. And at the same time, in the same way, a divine wind/winds of heaven, something that is implicitly a blessing or relief, a kind of god send, is disrupted and the evil spirit Mara laughs or jeers. A good thing is spoiled and divine forces make noises of distress and malice.

This just reinforces the names' dualistic themes that suggest there is a dark side to Kyoraku's penchant for unrestrained revelry. While that could be taken a number of ways, the most surface level one would seem to suggest that for all the boisterous drinking and partying he does, he in fact has a violent abusive drunken side to him as well, part some certain point.

Mara btw is a sort of "demon" in buddhism with a lot of associated themes, not the least of which being seduction, and the derailing of one's path towards enlightenment --in Japanese in particular his name is associated with sexual temptation and masturbation, and yeah he's the penis chariot summon in SMT. He is very specifically the giant demon featured in classical art of the samsara --the cosmological wheel of reincarnation within which all living things exist. So when Mara laughs, it's not just a matter of generic evil, it's the victory of base material temptation over enlightenment. By all rights this makes it sound like Kyoraku's shikai is a matter of trading in his easygoing demeanor for a more violent and darker side.

But as we know that isn't quite how things panned out... Rather, the reveal of that very change in tone just got sorta kicked down the road a bit and became a part of his bankai rather than his shikai. But the implicit themes of the zanpakutou's name, and the zanpakutout themselves, suggests that Kyoraku has two swords because he has two truths, two inner selves rather than one: the one that is personified by heavenly flowers, and the one personified by malice and drink.

And I guess just to clarify, I find it really weird that Kubo went and canonized Masashi Kudo's zanpakutou filler arc designs that way he did, and I still sort of regard them and even their inclusion in the manga proper to be kind of non-canon? I know that's a weird bold arbitrary claim, but even as he used the designs they don't feel like they contribute at all to their own theme or shtick. Like, they were clearly designed with no insight to the shikai's actual powers, the designs are nonsensical (the swords printed on her kimono? european oujo drills on a japanese design? the frills on a kimono? the nonsense exposed midriff on kyoukotsu? it's just a mess) they aren't even named accordingly, you'd think the light tone of Katen would lend itself to the shikai's children's game theme and thus the diminutive one of the pair, and Kyoukotsu the darker themes and thus the noh and bunraku theatre thus the older of the two, splitting them between children's play and adult play. But no.

Anyway... that just being part of the set up for the fact that...

Ukitake's got a whole daoist yin-yang thing going on. His theming is a little less obvious at a glance, but pretty distinct in the broader context of things, and eventually ironically nailed down a little more firmly by Kudo's still not especially canon design work for the anime filler: The courtly heian robes the kids are put in are part of the iconic onmyoji image of daoist mystics who served the imperial court as advisors in spite of their non samurai/nobility status. The yin and yang motif is alluded to in the "twin fish" aspect of Sougyo no Kotowari[双魚理]: "Law of Pair(ed) Fish" which is itself later alluded to in the Hell Jaws Wailing/Christening oneshot. Unlike Katen Kyokotsu, there aren't two distinct facets to the sword name, and unlike Kyoraku's katana and wakizashi set, Ukitake has a single sealed katana that splits into two for shikai, all suggesting that the nature of the two fish is that they are a singular unit rather than distinct facets. This makes sense of course because the nature of yin and yang as positive and negative elements is that they are in constant struggle but balanced, and cannot exist without one another.

But the nature of the zanpakutou, again, suggests that Ukitake's soul exists as both sides of that balance, that he is is innately capable of just as much "evil" as he is good. And this underlying tone of something sinister beneath his kindly demeanor is something Kubo sort of tries to paly with but never really fully pulls the trigger on. This theme is where the Fullbringer arc's underutilized bit where Ukitake has been using the substitute badge as a means of surveillance, and where Ukitake is implicitly the one who stripped Ginjo of his powers in the first place, having also monitored him during his tenure as substitute. It implies that, like Kyoraku's two sides to his drink and revelry, Ukitake's inner truth about being an agent of cosmic balance comes in a dark and a light form.

So then there's this thing about Ichigo's stupid new zangetsu(s) where he both has two swords now like Kyoraku and Ukitake, but also doesn't because we get the janky sort of excuse that "oh they're not really two different swords one's just a sheath and their true form is one sword."

And to be fair, while I find the explicit use of that line to try and handwave... i don't know what exactly, but it definitely felt like Kubo thought he was patching up some kind of plothole when he brought it up... we technically already knew that was the case leading up to the first time he addressed it with the final getsuga thing.

In the first inner world fight, the hollow was just a part of Zangetsu that he was able to sort of produce and later reabsorb, and implicitly the opposite was true when the hollow appeared alone during the Visored training: they exist as two sides of the same coin, and can just kind of flip flop control as needed. This made sense as an expression of Ichigo's misguided struggle to deny and rid himself of his hollow --he didn't have two spirits he had one, which again we already knew, but it needed to be confirmed and addressed to cap off Ichgio's arc of self discovery.

Then Kubo tried to sort of rehash this dynamic with the whole the hollow is the sword, and Zangetsu is actually Yhwach's quincy blood just holding the hollow/shinigami side back, but it makes distinctly less sense because when Nimaiya forges the new sword(s) the two spirits show up as separate entities, one per sword. Plus the stupid retconned excuse that, oh no they weren't ever actually the same thing, the whole absorbing thing was just Yhwach actively suppressing the shinigami side. So then what does this really say about Ichigo's nature? Does he have a dualistic nature or doesn't he? Are they two facets of his inner truth, or are/were they always the same singular truth and realizing that was the entire key to self actualization and his true power?

At face value the new explanation divides his identity into shinigami and quincy, despite him having no actual functioning identity as a quincy factionally or culturally, and on a personal level he never actually does anything to reconcile this identity crisis. I know it's a long way around to just point out that it fumbles the theming a lot here, when that was fairly evident even without the context, but I guess I just wanted to bolster that. In the first place i think everyone reading at the time understood it to feel very inauthentic as a twist? like most of the developments of the late arc. Just another case of Kubo phishing around fandom chatter for stupid ideas he could play into to siphon ratings out of.

But again the bottom line being that we had precedent for Ichigo to have two swords in one of two ways: Ukitake's style of having a single identity that encompasses both the best and worst of his inner truth, or Kyoraku's suggested style in which his two facets exist in distinct and separate entities but ultimately both reflect him as truths about his nature. But Ichgio doesn't really do that. His original balance of shinigami and hollow seemed to be a satisfactory solution in the style of Ukitake's, and if he'd just had one shinigami/hollow sword and one quincy sword, that might have been acceptable in Kyouraku's style, but the flipflopping between the two by making the final form just a big sword inside a different big sword where one of the big swords is a sword, but the other sword is just a sheath to hold the first sword(???) is just this bizarre gibberish of themes and symbols.

(I've had this thing sitting in drafts for so long i forgot abotu it. and I swear I had some kind of actual conclusion I was working toward across various rewrites but i don't remember what it was anymore... anyway it's taking up space in my drafts that could be better used, so out it goes..)

#bleach meta #i guess...#halfbaked meta is still meta

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cryptids-of-spielzeit · 6 days

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Purpureo Sub Caelo

Epilogue: Amare

(A Grinning Cat Story)

It was the morning after. Or, rather, the afternoon. The sun reached its peak, bathing the Cat in its light, awaking him from his slumber. It was one of the best he had in quite some time, despite his injuries. Of that matter, they strangely felt healed, no sort of pain coursed through Theo.

He felt where that thing slashed his chest. Sealed, no blood, no cut. In it's place, tightly knit thread, royal purple. He then noticed there was a rather big blanket covering him. This was getting weird.

"Meine güte, you're awake!"

A voice cried out, soft and caring in tone. And then he saw her. She was an old woman, oldest that Theo had ever seen. She walked over to him cautiously.

"Thank the stars you made it. I had not stitched in some time, I thought it would break almost immediately."

Theo was filled with both confusion and comfort. This woman just saw a giant cat bleeding profusely on the ground and just decided "let me help you"? Was she crazy?

"...you did a good job..."

She slightly jumped, staring Theo in the eyes before regaining her composure.

"Oh, you speak? That's wunderbar! If you speak then you must have a name, yes?"

Theo couldn't comprehend it. Was this lady insane? Anyone of sound mind and body would be properly frightened by him, at least that's what he thought. She was handling this situation like she had been used to things like him.

"...my name is Theodore, ma'am..."

"Oh, and so polite too! My name is Berta, dear. Now we know each other."

Her smile was so...so genuine, so heartfelt. This lady was cartoonishly kind. But this was probably what Theo needed. Something sickeningly sweet.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berta. Thank you for healing me."

"Oh, please, don't worry about that, Herr Theodore. Did you enjoy your rest?"

"....Yes."

"That is splendid news!"

Berta walked over to some bushes. They were filled with a menagerie of berries and other fruits, as were the trees around them. Theo had stumbled upon Spielzeit's Fruit Basket, meaning he was incredibly close to town. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

As he watched Berta pick the berries, he noticed a long shape crawling just behind the bush. PJ Pug-a-pillar, one of the "Hybrids" of the Fruit Basket, was about to make a victim out of the old lady. Not on Theo's watch.

He sprang up and ran up to Berta. She couldn't see the hybrid from where she stood, but Theo could. PJ was frozen in fear, it seems he hadn't realized that the Prototype's right hand was out there with all of them. And with just a threat of his claws, still shining, PJ scurried off.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

"No. I just wanted to watch."

"Oh, that's just precious! Seems you're a bit too late though, little kätzchen, I've gotten all I need. I hope you like strawberries!"

Theo was taken aback. Was she picking those for him? Admittedly, he was a bit hungry.

"...I do like those."

"Prächtig! I'll send these over to Ms. Puntz, she can make a strawberry tart like there's no tomorrow! Come, I'll show you to my place, we can't have you out in the open all day now can we?"

Yep. This lady was crazy. But, regardless, a home is a home. It wasn't a very long walk, only about 4 minutes from the Basket. It was a lone cottage, disconnected by the town only by having no passageway. It was huge, too big for just 1 old lady. She had to have had family there.

"Go right in, make yourself comfortable. I'll be back within the hour with those tarts. Tata!"

And with that, she left. For an old lady, she had quite a bit of energy. It was like she never grew up. Being with her reminded Theo of the kids at Playcare, at least the ones who actually liked him. They had that energy, that spunk. He could hear their voices as clear as day.

"Catnap?"

"Catnap, is that you?"

"Mr. Theo?"

"Thank goodness you're alive!"

They weren't in his head.

(PURPUREO SUB CAELO: COMPLETE

NEXT STORY: CANDLES)

(EDIT AFTER DAY 1 BECAUSE I'M A DUMB DUMB: The idea for Old Lady Berta as a part of the story and as a character originated from @abugcalledtoken. I posted this at, like, 3 AM last night and forgot to give creds ;_;)

(BONUS: CATNAP DRAWING UNDER CUT! -JY)

(I don't really draw all that much, so apologies if it doesn't look all that good, but here's a doodle of how Catnap looks as of the end of this story! Will doodle more designs later ^^. Thank y'all for readin' :3. - JY)

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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Lenny has a complete freak out when he finds out that Midge was the cute blonde he saw in the audience at the strip club years ago

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

"You have to admit he was very handsome," Imogene says as Lenny returns with their drinks.

"Who was handsome?" He asks, sitting next to his girlfriend, arm draping over the back of her chair.

"No one," Midge insists pointedly.

Imogene ignores her. "At Midge's show last night, there was a very handsome man in the audience."

"She's a beautiful woman. She attracts the attention of handsome gentlemen and handsome degenerates," he jokes, gesturing to himself.

"I didn't even notice him until Imogene pointed him out afterward."

"You don't notice attractive people at your shows?" Lenny asks.

"Only the ones I'm dating," she answers primly before eyeing him. "Why, do you?"

He chuckles. "Sometimes. Usually so I can make a joke. I remember - god this must have been seven or eight years ago - there was this really gorgeous blonde chick at one of my gigs. One of the strippers lost a tassel and she picked it up for her."

Midge snorts gin out her nose, causing Imogene to yelp in surprise and Lenny to laugh. "I've made a lot of good jokes in my life, but I don't think any of them have gotten that reaction out of you," Lenny comments.

She grabs a napkin and dabs at her face before looking back at him. "Um, Lenny..."

"Sweetheart, I promise I only have eyes for you now," he says, dipping his head slightly as he meets her gaze.

"And then, too, apparently." Lenny furrows his brow, and Midge smiles widely. "The stripper's name was Misty Dream. The blonde chick was wearing a black and red plaid dress, and just as you finished your little airplane glue joke, you made eye contact with her."

He looks at her, utterly shocked. "You?" He manages to choke out.

"Yep," she confirms with a laugh as Imogene awws next to her. "And I had the biggest crush on you, but you were wearing a wedding ring, and then Joel proposed - "

"Joel was the skinny greaser with you?"

Midge laughs quietly. "He was the one who told me about you. If not for him, I might not have recognized you in that police car."

"I feel like I should send him a fruit basket or something."

She laughs and kisses him softly.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers

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saiyanandproud · 3 months

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I absolutely adored this ship between two of my old mutuals, it had Nappa falling in love with this woman, Poharu, who worked as a chef in Conton. They were just the cutest thing, I wholeheartedly rooted for them, and Mariko was so embarrassed to see her mentor/dad getting all mushy and lovey-dovey around Poharu, Nappa really did not hold back with flirting!

Send me a ♠ for me to describe a favorite rp I’ve been in.

All of them? No, but seriously, among all the interactions I had, my favourite ones are those revolving around a whole large, extensive plot, because they feed me with challenges, ideas, obstacles and potential, I love being far-sighted when it comes to plotting. The ones with @viopolis with Mariko on Jam Mountain or at Rose Gold Repairs, for example, gave me a chance of having Mariko face the injustices of her profession and play with her destiny; while the one with both @viopolis and @anemcia with Mariko meeting both of Cell's sons is filled with drama that just begs to explode (we named it 'Fruits Basket Goes Wild', a damn appropriate title). The one with @cxldtyrant (yes you!) with Mariko serving the Arcosian family has finally given me the chance of getting her to explore a slice of the DB world I always wanted to challenge her, with given her many predjudices on Arcosians (and don't get me started on how much I LOVE the Young Armored Squadron), and I also really enjoyed the one with @risingsouls where Mariko served on Frieza's spaceship with the old Saiyan trio, as it gave her an opportunity to meet her mentors in the past. All rich of very good stuff.

Send me a ♦ for me to describe a plot that I’ve been wanting to do.

Just one?? Can't, I'll drop a few. One of them is the one with Mariko serving as a member of the Armored Squadron: I wanna break her with the difficulties of having to lie due to her mission while also growing genuinely fond of the new people she got to meet, I LOVE putting Mariko through heartbreaking situations like this. The other one I'm looking forward to work on more is Mariko on Jam Mountain, getting her to realise the kind creature who saved her in the forest is exactly the one she was meant to kill. I would like to see more of Mariko chasing her old Saiyan mentors because she has this big abandonment trauma that is still not fixed. And... Well, hopefully sometimes she'll figure out who she descends from (that will be a MASSIVE plot twist in her story and I need to plot it well), as well as how to turn into a Super Saiyan.

#(oh ahr ahr)#(no ok the joke was appreciated)

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dandelion-sugar · 3 years

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 『Adam x Reader』

Summary: Reader was Adam's first wife before he married Eve.

Warning: Angst, a little fluff, death, deities are really cruel

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Author's note: Requests for Genshin have not been forgotten! I'm working on it BUT I just finished season one of Record of Ragnarok and needed to write about Adam. I think he deserves more writing about him...he's the best husband and father Earth could have!

"A demoness? A succubus? No! A human whose legends turn her into a fearsome ruler of the underworld! She rules an entire army with an iron fist! Made of the clay of creation, she is made in the image of the gods! N°00000000002 : Lilith!" shouted Heimdall to announce your entrance.

You have been chosen to save humanity. The creation of Adam and Eve. You don't know why Brunhilde trusts you to save the humans. What could she possibly have been thinking in choosing you? Were you the best choice for this? Protecting the beings conceived by your ex-husband and his new wife. Unlike your ex-lover, you refuse to walk around naked. Your body is far too precious to be revealed to the world. You stand in the middle of the arena waiting patiently for Heimdall to finish presenting your opponent.

Your eyes rest on your army led by your only son. The only being you have ever given birth to. The third human born. A slight smile appeared on your lips. Your son resembled his father, and you found that particularly funny. You couldn't help but think that Adam's genes were particularly strong. But the way your son stood proudly at the head of your army...he took that from you. Even if you were to perish in this fight, you know that your army and your son will come through.

Your right hand will be around the shaft of your spear. You hear the mocking laughter of the gods, announcing your crushing defeat. You hear the hesitant whispers of humans about your place among the fighters of humanity. You are known in human legends to be a danger to pregnant women and newborns. To be honest with yourself, you hate this legends. You are a mother, how can humans think that you would harm a woman and her child? Your eyes drop slightly to the floor and your lips pucker into an unpleasant pout. After a few seconds, your face frees itself of all displays of emotion and your hand rises to challenge Heimdall.

"Yes, Lilith?" asks the god who has the role of announcer.

"I will not fight under that name," you announce.

"Huh?" he blurts out in surprise.

"I will not fight under the name of the monster the humans wanted to make me," you reply immediately.

"So...what do you want to be called?"

Lying in a meadow, you enjoy the sun and the soft breeze on your bare skin. Rabbits and foxes quickly surround you to enjoy the comfort with you. Everything is perfect in the Garden of Eden. A shadow covers your face, forcing you to open your eyes to discover the obstacle between you and the sun. It is a pleasant surprise when you discover your husband's welcoming smile, his blonde locks framing his face. Adam sits down beside you, placing his fruit basket between his legs. He pulls out a bunch of grapes and takes one between his long fingers. He then brings the fruit to your lips to let you savour the sweet, pleasant taste of the fruit. A sigh of contentment crosses your lips. Your husband's smile widens as he notices your relaxed state.

"You have grape juice running down your chin, Lilith," Adam informs you.

Your eyelids droop slightly as your eyes express your displeasure. Adam only lets a laugh emit from his throat as he leans forward to lick the grape juice off. Your hand gently but firmly pushes him away. You want him to understand that his gestures of affection will not be tolerated again until he realises his mistake. And you know perfectly well that he has understood what he has done.

"Stop teasing me," you say, a frown appearing on your face.

"I like to see your eyebrows furrow. You look like that kitten that was trying to scare us." replies Adam, running his hand over your hip stroking it in lazy circles, as if to soothe you.

"But unlike that kitten, I can bite," you reply sharply.

"I know you can..." he hums in the hollow of your ear. "Y/N."

This memory was a moment of pure happiness that you experienced in the Garden of Eden before you were forced into exile. This name you chose with Adam was the beginning of your independence from the gods. You had never accepted the principle of being subject to a man and Adam always supported you in this choice. But the gods did not like this and in response you abandoned the name they gave you at your creation. Perhaps this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib? To prevent her from becoming like you.

"Y/N. Call me that," you proudly announce.

The gods of your creation frown but do not protest. They hope that you will perish against one of their own and that your soul will disintegrate in space and time.

Adam had slipped out of the room where he was locked up. When he learned of your presence here, he did not expect you to fight for the humans. The children he had with another woman. He snuck into the bleachers to get a better look at your figure. A sense of nostalgia stirs in his heart as he sees that you haven't changed in all this time. You stand with dignity, your weapon in hand. You are strong and independent, you have become the woman you always dreamed of. A woman you could not have become if you were in his company because...everyone wants his wife to be submissive to him.

Adam does not regret his married life with Eve, he enjoys it too. But he has enjoyed the life he has lived with you. He believes in your victory. He wants you to win. He does not want to witness your complete disappearance from the universe without any chance of reincarnation. Your first separation has already split his heart in two, Adam does not want to experience this intense pain a second time.

You swing your divine spear with one hand, deflecting your opponent's first blow. The strength in this attack was not worthy of a god, was he testing your abilities? Your eyes meet. The victorious and arrogant smile on the god's face already irritates you. He underestimated you because you are a human AND a woman. His leg comes to sweep over yours but you manage to dodge by gaining height. You position your spear, blade towards the ground to pierce his skull. The god quickly dodges in a backward leap, leaving you to land on the ground, puncturing the concrete floor which cracks under the impact.

Your exchange of blows lasts for a while. Or should we say: the god throws blows at you that you deflect with your spear. But suddenly, his paterne changes. The force that the god uses becomes more powerful. His leg comes to meet your stomach. You prevent the blow from reaching your skin by placing your spear between your stomach and his leg. Unfortunately, the attack sends you flying a few metres away. You manage to land with difficulty and before you can regain a stable footing, the god launches himself at you. You are forced to fall to the side in a roll to narrowly dodge the punch. Your cheek begins to bleed.

"Mother!" your distraught son shouts.

"Commander! Get up!" your soldiers shout to encourage you.

You let out a breath, your muscles relax, making your movements more fluid and lively. Your eyes fall on the figure of your opponent. The aura around you changes completely, causing the small smile on the god's face to disappear. Your hands grip the spear and your feet anchor themselves to the ground to give you a good foothold.

"Answer my question before we resume this fight. Why are you fighting for the humans?" the god asks.

"Do I need a reason to fight? The gods have forced me to be submissive and men have clothed me in a veil of monstrous lies. It's like choosing between the plague and cholera," you explain. "But I had to choose and I chose my ex-husband's children.

The humans observing the exchange begin to stir, either out of guilt or because they were moved by your story. Humans get teary-eyed easily, you think. But you can't help but find this side of them very touching. Perhaps it was a good thing that Eve was the Mother of humanity?

"Humans have the will to survive and a strength that allows them to constantly evolve. This is a strength that the gods can never possess," you say with contempt.

Your hatred for the gods is much stronger than your hatred for humans. On your words, the fight resumes. You manage to follow your opponent's movements. Like Adam, you were forged from clay in the image of the gods. You are Adam's equal, you have the same ability as him to copy the techniques you see. Your movements remind the gods of Athena. You had copied the movements of this goddess a long time ago.

Your body and that of your opponent are covered in blood. You are bleeding from the wounds inflicted on you, but you were able to avenge yourself by seriously injuring your opponent as well.

Adam clenches his lips into a thin line, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands but he still believes in your victory. You must win. You can't give him up a second time...you can't.

"They've created a second wife for you," you scream indignantly.

"You're the only one for me," Adam admits in an attempt to calm your nerves. He can't bear to see you cry.

"It's only a matter of time before the gods kick me out of the Garden of Eden! I don't understand their desire to have me submit to male authority! Do goddesses submit to male deities?" you growl in frustration. The anger was so strong that you can't hold back the tears.

"If they chase you away then I'll go with you," Adam announces, interlacing your fingers together.

A soft warmth spreads through your chest as a gasp of surprise passes through your lips. A slight blush marks your cheeks as you look away from your husband. You can't help but enjoy the tender feeling. Adam wraps his muscular arms around you in a soothing embrace. His scent calms your restless nerves.

"Spend the night with me tonight," you whisper.

"We always sleep together," he says, tilting his head to the side, not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Adam..." you gasp shyly. It almost sounded like a soft moan.

His blue eyes widen slightly as the implied request is processed by his brain. A teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to your blushing ear to whisper provocative words.

That was the last evening you spent in his company before the gods kidnapped you and threw you away from the Garden of Eden. You never tried to return to that place, you knew it wasn't possible. So you did your best to survive. You were able to thrive and enjoy your newfound independence.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son: Eurynome. A child identical to his father, who grew up with you as his only role model. He has become an independent young man capable of leading an army. But he remains a child... a child afraid to be alone without the reassuring presence of his mother.

It is impossible to understand the pain of losing a parent when you have not experienced it. No one could understand a tenth of the pain of Eurynome's scream as the god's fist plunges into your chest.

Your eyes crinkle under the sudden fatigue your body feels. Your right hand struggles to hold the spear. The humans weep in despair as the gods celebrate the downfall of Lilith, the woman who did not obey divine orders.

Nausea takes hold of Adam's body. All that blood, your blood spilling on the floor. Will you die? Disappear forever...you don't even know that he witnessed your fight. You will never know that he missed you terribly. You will never know that he wanted to feel your warmth in his arms again and whisper those three words to you.

Your eyes linger on your son's tear-streaked face. A peaceful smile appears on your lips. A fire of determination shines in your eyes. Your hand tightens around the spear and you slice the god's jugular before collapsing to your knees. If you must die...then you will prevent the gods from achieving a victory as well.

Your eyes slowly close and your hearing becomes increasingly blurred. The voices are now just an indistinguishable din.

Adam could only watch as your body and the god's dematerialize into a smoke of green glitter. His legs move towards the battlefield as if trying to retrieve the flakes that represent your soul dissolving into space. But your son's crying snaps him out of his trance. His eyes fall on a miniature version of himself.

Cain and Abel have some characteristics of their father but Eurynome is a carbon copy of Adam and you would have to be blind not to notice. Adam walks over to your son and takes him in his arms, sharing his pain. Adam fully understands the tug of war that Eurynome feels.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son. Today, this gift will show the world that you existed. That you are not like your legends.

You are an independent woman, a mother and Adam's wife.

"Adam," you call to your husband, who is perched on a tree branch.

"Yes?" he hums, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't you think I'm strange?" you finally question him. "Do you think I owe you obedience too?

Silence passes between the two of you. A pain assails your heart at this lack of response and you instantly regret having asked him the question. The disappointment was much stronger than you had thought. You look up abruptly when you hear a thud only a few feet away. Adam had just jumped from his branch. His back was to you. He turns towards you, his face devoid of emotion. He encircles your cheeks with his warm palms. His piercing blue eyes almost seem to probe your soul and you struggle to hold his gaze. But your desire to know the answer prevents you from looking away.

"We are husband and wife, I accept you as you are. Don't change for the world, for anyone," Adam says with conviction.

"So...you love me like this?" you ask aloud, wanting to sound confident.

Adam looks at you slightly surprised at this sudden question. He hums softly before leaning in to kiss your forehead. The smile he flashes makes your heart race.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too..." you admit after a few moments.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #ror adam #Angst #shumatsu no valkyrie #Adam #x reader #ror adam x reader

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starter-library · 2 years

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GAME CHANGER THE OFFICIAL CAST RECORDING/ WELCOME TO MOUNTPORT LYRIC STARTERS

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMED/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

“And your host, me. I've been here the whole time.”

“Have you ever had that dream where you've been on stage and

you haven't known your lines?”

“It's spring, but winter has left a hint of dew upon the air.”

“The fish are gone. Where'd they go? I don't know, but it's not my job, because I don't write the paper, I just distribute it.”

“That is so funny given what I have next.”

“Ugh, I got a whole batch of nothin’!”

“Fish are all gone! It's just water out there!”

“Did you hear about the fish?”

“Did you hear about [name]? Sorry, your things sounds bigger.”

“Welcome to the mountain slash seaside town of Mountport.”

“Hey, [name]! You're not allowed on the street anymore and you know why.”

“Okay, I guess I'll go back indoors.”

“The mountain’s over there next to the sea. How can that be?”

“What you do is a magic trick.”

“I'm gonna cut this part because it doesn't make me look cool.”

“They said I couldn't play baseball where I come from”

“It's called [town name], you loser!”

“This is my chance, I'll never give up, I'll never yield”

“Extra, extra, midday news! Fish still gone.”

“Oh, haven't seen you around here.”

“You gotta be careful. If you call it something else, everyone in the town's gonna

rag on you immediately.”

“Well, that's not a problem once you see what I can do.”

“Well, there's nothing classic about me except for my spunk.”

“The tuna fish here is beyond belief”

“It tastes real good, but don't eat too much it'll make you throw right up”

“Don't climb up that big ol' tree, a woman lives in there and she is not okay”

“Not like “not okay” like there's something wrong with her she's totally fine, she's just mean maybe evil”

“Don't talk to the woman in the tree”

“Hey, you get outta here!”

“Why do they call me a busker? I don't even know that word”

“You know the legend of the traveling, baseball-playing kid who can change the world?”

“A very, very long time ago a legend was foretold”

“This is when I was younger, but now, now I'm old”

“I said my destiny is to be a woman who is mean”

“I'll be writing this down because I'm a professional”

“I'll be writing these down, Every evil plan that you have said, Tell me about the evil plan that's in your head”

“You're gonna tear her down because you're a professional”

“Tear down a hero is what professional villains do”

“That’s legitimately better than anything I've seen on Broadway in the last 10 years.”

“I do musical theater for the points.”

“I'm so glad we're finally getting out.”

“I had to get away, and honestly, Palm Springs is 110 this time of year and I could not be more thrilled.”

“I need a swim-up bar. I need cards that could catch fire from the sun at any moment.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. They said this car still had an opening, but your luggage appears

to be in every seat.”

“I have a second question for you, pop quiz.”

“I'm here to tell you, the time is now. I'm turning off the lights”

“Ah, looky-here, In old timey speak they say hark”

“I’m showing you the dark”

“It's a ticket to nowhere, your playing days are done”

“Wow, being mean is fun”

“Your dreams are done, I'm sorry, gal, It's the end for you”

“Suddenly a feeling I can guess is destiny- A feeling of fate is bubbling up inside of me”

“There's something about you, I glimpsed it in a tree”

“No one can stop me, not even you, you'll see”

“Getting in my way would be the worst thing you could do”

“Take my guitar”

“Take your guitar?”

“I’m going to business school because business is cool”

“This is really compelling.”

“And everyone says you'll acclimate, I never acclimate to anything in my life.”

“We got to send a card to Ethel, or a fruit basket or something.”

“Would you go half and half on a fruit basket with me?”

“She doesn't like building regulations, so she actively builds it in a way that is not earthquake-safe.”

“Money can buy anything I want.”

“You're really good at getting the word out.”

“We can take it apart beam by beam as a team”

“We'll show her what money can't buy”

“This is nice, it's the most activity I've had in a while.”

“Whoa, well if you're doing something, I'm gonna try and do it better, because that is our relationship.”

“You keep me sharp, bud.”

“I told you this was a ticket to nowhere look what you had to do”

“It's a place where you can follow your dreams. And then think, well maybe I should go to business school, and then realize I could go to business school and follow my dreams”

“Well, if I'm being honest, I never wanted to be mean.”

“You could buy your own ticket to something new, If that's something you want to do”

“I guess money can buy a giant tower, but it can't buy a vocation and a passion”

“Thank you so much for welcoming in a scrappy kid from not here”

“No home run is worth it If you can't run home to a home you love”

“The world is your musical. It's just that your cast is bad at taking direction.”

#lyric starters #roleplay meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay starter #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #comedic rp starters #comedic sentence starters #game changer #welcome to mountport #i had this in my drafts for until the album dropped on spotify #anyway stream welcome to mountport

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astrabear · 2 years

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The Guard Place

Me getting ready for bed: haha, imagine if The Old Guard took place in the same universe as The Good Place. They would totally lose their shit when Andy finally died. Hahahahaha.

Me lying in bed trying to sleep: ok but what if I actually wrote it...

This is completely unedited, written on a high of anxiety and sleep deprivation. It is 100% crack fic, and will make no sense to anyone who doesn't know the entirety of both properties. Post-canon for both. (Although "post canon" is hard to pin down for the Good Place, given how time flows in the afterlife. It's after the new system has been put in place.)

Constance sat down at her desk, fresh mug of antimatter in hand, and opened the file for her recently deceased assignment. "What the fork..." she muttered. "Janet?" *bing* "Hi! How can I help you?" "Hi Janet, I think you gave me the wrong files for this human." Janet glanced quickly at the desk. "No, those are the correct files for her." "But she's got someone else's files mixed in! No human could possibly live that long, or do that many things. Look at how many volumes this is!" Janet's smile never wavered. "Yes, her file is 213 times as long as the average human file. But it is all the same person." "But how is that even possible?!" "Unknown. My records show that there has been another outlier, and even his file was only a third the size of this one. I have no information about what causes these anomalies." Constance flipped through the pages at random. "I'm supposed to meet with a Bad Place architect tomorrow to go over our first draft concepts, but it'll take at least a Bearimy to get through all this. What am I supposed to do? I can't even find a points summary anywhere. These numbers are just... there's so much good, and so much bad, and half of it... cancels itself out? I've never seen anything like it before!" "I believe the Accounting Department included a note about that." Janet leaned over Constance's shoulder to point it out. "There it is! That should help." Constance pulled out the note, read it, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Janet. It just says 'This one broke our computers. Good luck.'" She dropped her forehead to the desktop. "What is happening?" Before Janet could respond, Constance's phone started ringing. "Hello? Oh hi Dana. Yeah, I know. Me too. No idea. No, Good Janet didn't know either. I guess all we can do is keep a positive attitude and try our best - no, of course I didn't mean to - I'm just saying that - well that's not very helpful!" She put down the receiver and turned back to Janet. "She hung up. I think I hurt her feelings. Should I send her something to apologize? Like a fruit basket? What fruits do they like in the Bad Place? Crab apples? Ugli fruit? No, focus, I can come back to that. Oh, I know! I'll ask the Judge if we can put together a larger team. Many hands make light work, and so on." Janet winced. "I wouldn't approach the Judge any time soon. She's been working her way through Mark Harmon's filmography and she just finished St. Elsewhere." This made precisely zero sense to Constance. "And that's... bad?" Janet looked unusually somber. "She was so annoyed at how the show ended, I had to talk her out of erasing humanity. Again. Maybe give her some time to calm down first. Just... start at the beginning, get a sense of who this woman was, and take it from there. Remember, it's not really about the points anymore." "That's true. Thank you, Janet." *bing* Constance took a long swallow of antimatter, now somewhat lukewarm, and turned back to the massive file. "All right, here we go. Eurasian steppes, 5th millennium BCE." She shook her head; it still seemed unbelievable. "When she was four, she picked a flower for her older sister, after her sister fell and skinned her knee. Aw, that's sweet. And then... my goodness, when she was seven she hit a boy in the head with a rock, because he teased her younger sister and made her cry..."

#the old guard #the good place #crossovers #crack fic #andromache the scythian #good janet #my fic #why am i like this

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iricathel · 2 years

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Talk About Me

((Omg I knew that the ask that had a bug must be yours 😭💔))

Send “Talk About Me” to overhear a conversation between my muse and someone else (can be a side character, in their canon, or a just random person) about your muse.

[Irina was calmly making some pistachio, chocolate and strawberry mochis in the kitchen until her mother came in seeing her daughter busy]

Vera: I hope I don't bother you too much Irisha, I'm just coming for some juice. It won't take long for me to go.

[Said the blonde woman approaching to the fruit basket to take some oranges and squeeze them in the juicer]

Irina: Ah .. Don't worry mom, I really like it when you keep me company.

[She answered raising her gaze for a moment to see his mother directly]

Vera: Speaking of company ... It was a long time since you brought home visitors, much less prayed to stay over. Is that girl with short hair your friend?

Irina: Well ... I wouldn't know how to answer you, you know it's hard for me to trust new people. But ... I have the intuition that she's a trustworthy person.

Vera: She seems to be a very good and nice girl.

Irina: Yes it is. She is quite shy, but it is easy to start a conversation with her ... I would also like to help her to have more confidence in herself, that someone idolize me so much and put me on an unreachable pedestal ... it feels strange and sad.

[The woman smiled softly and poured the juice into a crystal glass]

Vera: I'm glad to see that you're still able to see the good heart in people, Irisha. I hope I can see that girl around here more often.

Irina: I hope so too.

@yuriko-tsukino-rp

#diabolik lovers #yuriko tsukino #irina avenel

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marcoacesabo · 6 years

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Oh god I just read your Cinderella story and I'm so in love with it. I hope you will continue it to the happy end for Ace.

The kingdom is in an uproar. People all over town are gossiping about the mysterious stranger that the princes are looking for. Supposedly both wish to ask him for courtship and then later marriage should he choose it, trying to find the man before the other can.

It’s like a treasure hunt, a race to find the prize. Ace pities the poor sap, he truly does. Being thrust into a political war would be stressful for anyone. After all, both men would be kings and both had different countries they needed to rule which made it impossible to simple court someone with real repercussions.

Say like an assassination of the one they wanted to possible war over who got him and anything in between.

Prince Sabo had a home advantage, seeing as the young man that captivated him lived somewhere in his kingdom but Prince Marco was resourceful.

Or so they say, personally, he hadn’t seen much of the manhunt too busy cleaning and being locked at away at home. In fact, the only reason he learns about it is due to his stepmother demanding he goes food shopping about a week after the ball.

As he walks through the village to the marketplace he learns that the kingdom has split into three groups. The first were the ones pretending to be this mysterious man, the second was the ones who believe the man would choose Prince Sabo and the last were the ones that believe he would choose Prince Marco.

Ace hears about it while he’s buying some bread. He doesn’t mean to, as he doesn’t care at all about the princes’ search but the ladies standing in front of the nut bread his stepmother adores speak loudly as they eagerly try to guess who the young man was.

“He danced with them all night. Oh, have you ever seen someone as graceful?” One asks, voice dreamy. Hands clasp around her basket, she swoons.

“I haven’t ever seen someone dance that lovely. I can see why the princes are so head over heels. Did you see him smile at Prince Sabo?” her companion replies. She fans her face while crocking one of her hips- Ace starts to tap his foot impatiently. He can’t waste too much time while shopping otherwise his step-brothers would be insufferable if his late to lay out their clothes.

Though they don’t notice too caught up in their conversation “I’ve never seen a young man look at someone with so much passion”

“Then clearly you did not see Prince Marco’s face. Why the captivation in his expression was almost enough to make me blush!”

“Clearly Prince Sabo had a far better chance then Prince Marco. He’s much younger-”

Ace clears his throat “I’m terribly sorry for interrupting ladies, but I need to get a loaf of breed”

The women turn to look at him, taking time to notice his rags, before scoffing. They raise their chins, acting like birds with ruffled feathers. Ace fought to keep his polite smile at the superior sneers on their faces. For women of the middle class, they sure were acting rather mighty.

“Why do they let you into the village?” One accuses, her mouth twisted down. Ace wants to scowl, wants to yell back, wants to punch her in her self-righteous face, but doing so will only give her more firepower so instead, he silently sidesteps her and gets his bread. He doesn't make sure it’s the good bread, wanting to get away from the situation as fast as he can.

The other woman retreats from him like he is carrying a deadly contagious illness as he reaches for the loaf her face clouded over in hate. He doesn’t pay them attention keeping his stare straight as he places the bread in his basket. He walks away but not before hearing one complain.

“The prince should just get rid of all the street crawlers already.”

It makes Ace’s teeth clench as he tries to wrestle his rage into control. He’s not a street crawlers, he has a home, he has a roof over his head no matter how unpleasant it, but that doesn’t mean anything to people when they see him. His step-mother makes sure of that.

Still, even if he isn’t a street crawler it’s not right. It’s not right that the people who are homeless are being treated like this like they are sub-human and all beacuse of some people believed themselves better.

Ace heard rumors that Prince Sabo plans of getting rid of them, and people rejoice over the fact of making their kingdom clean. It makes him sick to know people think other people as nothing more than trash.

Ace hates the prince for it. He hates that his comments can make others believe they have the right to treat people that look like him this way. Like they don’t matter. Like it’s okay to act as if though they are dirt underneath their feet.

He pays his bread, the vendor making sure to bite all of his coins assuming Ace was using fakes- he hadn’t even checked anyone else's and Ace wants to punch him too- but he’s away from the stand and move on.

It’s fine. He thinks Someday I’ll be far away from here. Someday.

He wanders to the fruit stand, looking for some apples when a large carriage stops in the middle of the road. Its wood is white and the designs are a dazzling gold yellow, obviously from up class. Ace like everyone wonders why it’s there, but he rolls his eyes goes back to his fruit even when people excited crowd around the carriage.

He is counting the coins he needs to pay for them when someone shouts “You! The one with the freckles!”

Confused Ace turns, seeing as he is the only one that spots freckles in the town and comes face to face with an eager man waving at him from the carriage. He is wearing a blue suit, with a purple stash across his shoulder the Whitebeard symbol stitched proudly on it.

This marks him as a royal family member. What on earth could he possibly want from Ace?

“I saw you at the ball! I must speak with you!”

Ace’s face pales. Oh no, someone recognizes him. Someone knew he was at the ball. He just shouted it for the whole town to hear. If his step-mother caught wind of this, what she would do-

He’s running before he can think of better of it. The royal man screams at him to wait but Ace can barely hear him over the sound of his blood roaring in his ears. He turns into a dirt street, dropping some of his food but not caring in the least.

He hears rapid footsteps of people running after him and he knows it’s the knights the royal brought with him. The sound of their clacking armor makes Ace’s heart pound in fear. The world is a blur as he runs as fast as he can, his panicked mind not making sense of the familiar streets, everything just blending together.

Why was this happening? How did that man remember his features?

Luffy swore no one would know. He said the magic would morph peoples memories, made them not be able to remember his face even if they looked at him directly. That’s why he had not been worried about his face being exposed, why a simple change of the last name had been all he needed.

So why now?

“Stop in the name of Prince Thatch!” A man yells at his back, closer than before and Ace nearly screams.

Not good, not good not good. He thinks to turn a sharp corner, hoping to shed some seconds off of his pursuers. Maybe it’s due to this that he crashes into a warm body and they both go down.

Ace hits the floor hard, while people start shouting. There is a bit of dust, making him shut his eyes as his lungs burn from the full sprint he was doing.

There is a soft clack, as his glass boat slips out of his apron pocket- he’s gone to carrying it around for the fear that his stepmother may discover it while he is away in his room.

“Prince Sabo! Are you alright?”

“How dare you, you street crawler! Filth like you should not be anywhere near the Prince-”

“Someone has attacked the Prince! Men defend-”

“Kill the street crawler where he stands-!”

“Silence!” Some shouts, his voice has so much command that even Ace straightens under it. He opens his eyes to gasp at the sight of the man he danced with, the one with the wavy hair holding his boat.

He is staring at Ace in wonder before he breathes “Is that really you, Sir Portgas?”

Just then the knights following him catch up and they start shouting “Please do not attempt to run anymore! We mean you no harm! Prince Thatch only wishes to bring you back to meet his brother Prince Marco. You two danced at the ball he has been searching for you...Sir Portgas?”

The knight's voice dies in confusion as the squad comes to halt before the other royal guards. Ace looks just as helpless as he does. A few seconds of silence is broken by the panting form of Prince Thatch who finally caught up. “Please..come with me..my borther..he wants to meet you..”

“I’m sorry,” Prince Sabo says loudly standing from his crouch to stand protectively in front of him “But Sir Portgas is a little busy right now. Please send my regards to prince Marco. ”

Oh, Ace thinks numbly I’m the poor sap stuck between the princes.

Somehow he can hear a distant but satisfied shi shi shi.

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