#so i’m pretty sure this is what you meant by the same filter as the other ones but if not let me know

[chososdiscordkitten]

Synopsis: calling the jjk men good boy's for the first time ^-^

Includes: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐨 >_< Content: GN!Reader, no explicit smut- mostly just soft stuffff, just one dick jump I think..? jjk men being simpppps

MDNI

Choso Kamo

The discovery that Choso liked praise was no surprise. If he had a tail, it would wag whenever you praised him; we know this. 

But finding out he liked this kind of praise- that’s what shocked you. 

It came out of your mouth so quickly. As though you had been calling Choso that more than you called him by his name. 

He was making dinner- pattering around the kitchen with your eyes following his every move. You found it endearing how he insisted he would cook, “All you need to do is sit pretty and wait.” he would demand. 

No objections coming from you, knowing if Choso didn’t cook- you would be eating takeout instead. 

And when he offered you a spoonful to see how it was tasting, you closed your eyes with a pleased hum. 

“Now there’s my good boy.” 

You swore it was instinct- like you couldn’t filter the words that left your lips. 

And as though time stood still- you opened your eyes with pinched brows, and your lips pulled to the side. 

The little glimmer that shined in his eyes was one you only see in wonderfilled children when they see a candy store. 

His cheeks blushed with a little smile forming at the corner of his lips, had his heart beat any faster in his chest you would have heard it. 

“I’m a..?” he whispered, looking at you and wanting to hear you repeat it. 

You got the hint he liked it from the moment you opened your eyes. Blinking innocently as his hand held the spoon tightly. “A good boy.” you smiled, trying to keep the embarrassed blush heating your cheeks at bay. 

“My good boy.” you reiterated, watching his cheeks become deeper pink.

Choso nodded- as though this was some standard compliment that didn’t make the appendage between his legs jump at the name. 

‘A good boy.’ he mouthed with a giddy smile as he continued making dinner. 

For sure this only drove him to keep showing his affection with acts of service- only to hear your lips call him by that little name. 

And you were happy to call him that if it meant he would keep looking at you with the same love drunk eyes. 

After that, he would do a favor to you- not expecting anything in return except the new found pet name he wanted to hear you say. 

So when he would bring you something you had asked for—the TV remote, a charger, or a snack on his way home—his heart would pound just waiting for the little name. 

His head would rest on your chest with your hands rubbing small circles on his back and the other playing with his hair. Intent eyes watching the film you had put on- as though you were able to feel the stiffness of his shoulders. Waiting for the name. 

You placed a kiss on his forehead, “My good boy.” you hummed against his skin- feeling him ease into your grasp with a soft exhale. 

Hiromi Higuruma

You were sitting in the apartment office, scanning documents with hazy eyes till your mouth suddenly felt very- very dry.

But then you remembered you had a perfectly able boyfriend sitting on the living room couches waiting for you to finish working. 

You picked up your phone- swiping through the useless apps and clicking on Hiromi’s contact- hearing his ringtone through the closed door before hearing the dial click. 

Taking on a slightly stern tone, “I’m only a few feet away from you-” he started, only for you to sigh dramatically. 

“I don’t think i've ever been so thirsty in my wholllleee life.” you sighed, pressing your forehead onto the desk and hearing a little chuckle rumble through the speaker. 

You could hear the smile in his words, “That so?” almost sarcastically. 

Humming a lazy ‘Mhm’ “How I wish I had a tall, strong, handsome boyfriend to bring me a glass of water wiiiittthhhh three- no. Four ice cubes.” You exhaled dramatically. 

Hearing another little chuckle, “If only.” he muttered, playing coy to your specific demand. 

You gave a frustrated exhale- “Hiromi, be a good boy and bring me a glass of water.” this time more demanding, no longer having the patience for his game of playing coy.

You furrowed your eyebrows- unable to comprehend just how tired you had to be to say that to him. The silence heard from the phone made your stomach fall. 

Hanging up the phone with a small curse. Wondering if you had crossed a line that hadn’t been drawn by either of you. 

You sat up and started working again- far too embarrassed to go out for your own glass of water and settling on the fact Higuruma wouldn’t bring you one. 

That was till you heard looming footsteps behind the door of the office, hearing the door knob jiggle and widening your eyes at the hundreds of scenarios that raced in your mind. 

There Hiromi stepped- casual as ever with a glass of water in his hand. Unbothered, and cool as a cucumber as he placed the glass on the desk with a little kiss on your forehead. 

This made you think the call was cut out at the perfect moment. 

You muttered a small ‘Thank you.’ still shy from the tired, unfiltered words that left your lips. Hiromi started walking out, his back facing you as he halted his steps at the door frame. 

“Honey?” he asked, not even bothering to turn around. “Did you call me a good boy?” Your heart plummeted to your stomach from the question as your cheeks started warming. 

You parted your lips to speak, watching his neck turn and peer back at you. “Depends..?” you squint your eyes, hearing a little laugh leave his lips. 

Irking his head, almost to urge you to finish. “On whether you liked it or not...?” you whispered, looking at his expression soften. 

His nose crinkled in the slightest- “I think I did.” he whispered back with a little crinkle formed on his nose. A nod from your warmed face in return, mindlessly accepting his confirmation and mouthing a soundless ‘ok.’ 

Turning around and taking a step out of the office and closing the door behind him. Knowing he would have to hear it a few more times to be sure he liked it or not. 

Naoya Zenin

Rare were the times when the want to call Naoya a good boy arose. 

He could be such a cunt sometimes- so the urge never really rumbled in your mind. 

But when he would be sweet- when his hands held a gentle touch when cleaning a scrape you got on your knee. Or when he would gently clasp your necklace on for you- knowing you wouldn’t be able to see. 

He would do those sweet things with a furrowed brow and a pouty lip- sure. But his hands showed his true feelings. How gentle they could be at times- that’s when the pet name would threaten to leave your lips. 

But when you would hold his head in your hands, looking at him like an idiot in love- “My good boy.” you murmered, watching a light grimace form on his face at the name.

“Good boy?” he asked, almost disgusted. 

You nodded your head- so sure that Naoya was as you said. “You’ve never called me that.” 

He was so used to the strange pet names you would call him just to get a rise out of him- and he was sure this one was no different. 

You shrugged, “You’re hardly ever a good boy. But when you are- I should tell you, shouldn’t I?” You murmured, being able to feel the warmth on his cheeks fill your palms- even if his expression said otherwise. 

“M’not a dog.” he muttered. 

“If you were- I would have trained you to be a good boy all the time by now.” 

That’s when Naoya pulled his face from your hands and looked away from you. Not wanting to continue the conversation, knowing his cheeks must be flushed by now. 

And the last thing he wanted was you on a power trip from making him blush. Especially from being called a good boy.

But when you started calling him that—Pavloving himself into thinking the little endorphins that would simmer in his brain would only happen if you called him that. And you only called him that when he was kind.

Naoya warmed to the name slowly- barely even grimacing at the callousness you’d say it with whenever he would be sweet. 

Unknowingly, he was being trained to be nice and polite with one ‘good boy’ at a time. 

Satoru Gojo

The times you would praise Gojo were always met with an, “I know.” smug and cocky in his actions to brush off your praise as just compliments. 

But the first time you ever spoke those words to him- a praise he had never heard before now, and eager to hear it again. 

Satoru had made a stupid comment about how you didn’t show your affections enough- “I’m deprived of kisses.” he murmured, complaining to you as though you didn’t spoil him rotten with your affections. 

And in retaliation, you denied him any kisses or hugs. Show him what deprivation really was. 

You were washing dishes, with a whiney Satoru behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist with his chin on your shoulder. “This has to be considered abuse!” another complaint as you denied his advances. 

“You said I was cold and negligent, so I’m showing you how cold and negligent I can be.” You smiled to yourself, turning off the faucet and drying your hands on a nearby towel. 

Hearing a stifled whine of desperation huff from his nose at your denial. “Jus’ gimme one kiss-” aiming his lips at your cheek only for you to pull away. 

Turning over to look at him- faces inches apart with his hands daring to tighten their grip on your waist. Tilting your head to the side with a snide smile. “Only good boys who don’t complain get kisses.” 

From how close he was- you could see the glimmer in his eyes become blinding at the pet name. 

His features going soft with parted lips- “I’m good-” he choked out, looking at you with goal-oriented eyes. “I’m soooo good-” he muttered, bordering on panicked from the idea that you didn’t think he was. 

Gojo’s hands gripped harshly at your hips. “Have you been a good boy?” you asked, almost sarcastically—as though you were speaking to a puppy. 

He nodded- eager to hear the new compliment leave your lips. Only you nodded ‘no.’

“I don’t think you have ‘toru.” you hummed, his lips coming closer to yours with a sad pout. As though the idea of him being good in your mind was the most important thing he needed to hear. 

He only placed his forehead onto the crook of your neck with a sad puff, your hand going up to his undercut, softly stroking the back of his neck in some feigned consoling. “Tell me i’ve been good.” he muttered quietly.

So spoiled from you caving with a little pout here or there. Practically putty in your hands as your other hand caressed the side of his face. 

Rolling your eyes with a playful sigh, “You’ve been good.” with a half-assed tone, only for Satoru to look at you with sad eyes. Expecting more than what you offered. 

Pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead and pulling away, “You’re a good boy.” you murmured, watching the light return to his eyes in sync with the little smile on his lips. 

Blinking rapidly as though he was trying to blind you, “My good boy.” and that’s when he got his fill for affection for the next few minutes. 

Then came the task of having to call him that whenever he wanted to hear it- looking at him with a displeased look, knowing you’ve created a monster that thrives on that special kind of praise only you could offer. 

Kento Nanami

We can all agree- Nanami is the one who deserves to be told he’s a good boy the most, right?

There were times when the urge blossomed in your mind- at the tip of your tongue and so close to calling him that pet name. But you never did. 

That was, until you got the guts to test the waters. 

Laying on your back, a few minutes before bed and unwinding while on your phone, and beside you; a hazy Kento that was waiting for you to turn off your side table lamp. Always waiting for you to get ready for bed before allowing himself to fall asleep. 

You let out a soft sigh before turning off your phone. Rolling onto your side with Nanami watching you from the side of his vision. Only this time you didn't reach for the little nob to turn your lamp off. 

You only stayed on your side with a pensive hum leaving your lips. “Scratch my back Ken,” you muttered, clearly tired with your eyes closed. 

Though you couldn’t see it- or hear it, you knew he had a little smile on his face as he shifted onto your side of the bed. A little shiver ran up your spine when his fingertips grazed the small of your back as he reached beneath your shirt. 

A satisfied sigh left your lips when his barely present nails started circling small scratches between your shoulder blades, your cheeks tingling from the words you dared say. “Such a good boy.” with a little smile on your lips, Nanami couldn’t see. 

Nanami didn’t fully process your mumbled words, only offering a hum in response as he kept up the gentle scratches. 

But when his brain started thinking about what you said- thinking if he misheard you. Slowing his hand with furrowed eyebrows, “Did you call me a-” he hesitated in what he thought he heard. 

“A ‘good boy’..?” bordering on a whisper from the nerves of being incorrect. 

Only the little ‘Mhm!’ that left your lips swatted those nerves away. “You’re such a good boy- always so nice to me.” you hummed, closing your eyes against the pillow with his hand still acting on your demand.

A pensive hum left his lips before slowly dragging his hand out of your shirt. You opened your eyes in dread, thinking he didn’t like it- only to hear him plop on his side of the bed with a throaty exhale. 

“Then be good and scratch my back.” he murmured, clearly too tired to process what he had just demanded- and the tone he used opened a whole other can of worms. But seeing as it was only fair- you did the same. 

Toji Zenin

He had been bugging you to finish your work for a while. Poking and prodding at you to stop working and pay attention to the film he put on to distract you. 

Toji had this thing where he pretended not to care- but you could see that it bothered him with every little side eye he made at you when you would stop typing for even a second. Hoping you were looking up at the TV instead of the screen on your lap. 

But every side eye he would make, Toji would find you still working. 

Going as far as nudging you with his elbow to mutter some bullshit lie he thought up on the spot. 

“M’hungry.” he muttered when you would look over at him. 

“Then eat.”

Only a few minutes of an action movie fight before another useless lure for conversation left his lips. 

“S’cold in here.” trying to bait any conversation he could think of. 

You scoffed, knowing exactly what game he was trying to play. “Get a blanket,” he quickly said, not even wanting to lose your train of thought. 

Then another, and another, and another. Till he finally spilled what he really wanted- “You don’t wanna go lay down or somethin-” with a pouty lip and furrowed eyebrows. You sighed and looked over at him.

“Or something?” sarcasm filled your tone as you looked back at the screen. 

Toji rolled his eyes with an exhale- another sassy trait he had learned from you. 

He parted his lips with an inhale. 

“Good boys wait politely, Toji.” you spat- pinched eyebrows and an avoidant gaze as he looked over to you. 

“When have I ever been polite.” he murmured- barely audible and in an annoyed tone. 

“When have you ever been a good boy?” you retorted, surprised he didn’t catch it the first time. 

He only let out a slight hum at your declaration. 

Toji didn’t really bring it up after that- and neither did you. As though the words hadn't processed in his brain till a week later. 

Looking at you across a metal table at an outdoor cafe- “Did you call me a good boy the other day?” almost with a little grimace on his expression. 

You pursed your lips- making Toji think you were going to deny it. 

“No. I said you’re never a good boy.” 

He only raised a brow at your proclamation- sucking his teeth with an inhale, “That’s not true- and you know it.” dismissing your words before taking a bite of the half sandwich you bought to share. 

Takuma Ino

One of the sweetest boys I can imagine. 

Always would he try to be as gentlemanly as he could- reminding himself that when it came to you, he would bend over backward had you asked. 

But there would be times when it would slip his mind entirely. 

Going shopping with him turned from just a quick pit stop- to an hour, then two hours. 

While ordering boba in line, your hands held shopping bags on each side. Ordering your own drink before Ino ordered his. 

He always found it offensive when you would even think of reaching for your wallet- so he would scoff infront of the cashier before tapping the chip of his card onto the little black screen. 

“How am I supposed to pay you back?” you muttered through clenched teeth, taking a few steps to the little wait area as they prepared the bubble drinks. 

He muttered something like ‘You don’t have to pay me back, what else am I here for.’ brushing you off with a little scoff. 

Ino didn't even notice the bags in your hands- his brain fried from how long you had been in the overcrowded mall. He only noticed when you moved the bags to one hand and shifted your stance slightly.

He looked over at you with a soft exhale- reaching for the bags, “Baby, don't tell me you don't have a ssssuuuuper strong boyfriend to hold these for you.” taking them from your hands and watching your expression soften. 

“What kinda boyfriend would let you walk around holding your own bags-” he scoffed, jokingly making fun of himself as you smiled warmly at him. 

Be it the general brain splitting headache you felt at that moment- or the heartmelting warmth you felt looking at him, “You're such a good boy.” you muttered- bordering on an illegable whisper, but Ino heard it. 

His eyes widened in the slightest and parted his lips at the name. “Me?” Ino whispered back, you only nodded ‘yes’ with tired eyes. Leaning in a little to you ear- too cautious for anyone to hear. “A good boy?” he whispered again. Watching the little smile on your lips widen with eager eyes. 

“The goodest boy.” you whispered with a smug tone- knowing he liked being praised in general. You knew he would like the little name. 

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(a.n) does this count as smut? kinda a grey area me thinks. Didn't know how to tag it. (p.s) im so hungry rn and need to go spend wayyyy too much money on tile :(

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[waataah]

welcome, to my first attempt at a fanfic on tumblr.

✧ sanji vinsmoke x fem!reader ✧

｡･ﾟﾟ･ (nsfw, fem!reader, 18+ only, mdni, 3rd pov) ･ﾟﾟ･｡

cw: nsfw, oral (receiving), praise, slight degradation, kinda submissive, lots of sexual tension, build-up, plot-heavy, power struggle, breast play, and unprotected sex.

summary: the straw hats stop at a mysterious never-before-seen island and their crazy captain recruits a woman who can finally rival the crew's flirtatious cook.

word count: ~about 2800

・❥・The Flirtacious Two

The captain of the straw hats Monkey D. Luffy had made an immediate order to stop the ship at the closest island. The closest island was not like any other they had seen, it resembled a forest but had many houses rooted into the trees.

Beautiful birds of many colors flew around in circles greeting the newcomers to their island. The island welcomed them and so did their people. This island was secluded and very small so it was avoided by most who went by, they did not oppose the pirates and showed them kindness and respect.

“They gave us enough supplies to last at least a few months stop eating them all!” Sanji yelled and smacked their captain on the head.

“At least show some respect…geez” Zoro had muttered under his breath.

Luffy rubbed his head and sprawled himself out on the ground at the new lump that had appeared poking out of his hat and ran from the crowd in desperation to get away from his fellow crew. The girls enjoyed themselves to new fruits, new fish, and especially new people. Being around the same boys on a crowded ship meant they NEEDED to converse with regular humans once in a while.

The crew had dispersed and spread amongst the island, till later that night they agreed to meet back on the ship for Sanji’s dinner. Sanji was making a special take on spaghetti and meatballs after all there was nothing wrong with cooking a basic pasta after all the new foods they had tried for the day. 

The pot was boiling with water as the noodles simmered in the heat, and the pan of meatballs were simmering creating a beautiful aroma that could make just about any mouth water.

“Well, well, well I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen spaghetti” An unknown voice to the cook quickly made him tense but hearing a woman's voice made him instantly feel like putty at the beautiful sound.

Once he gazed at the woman his eyes practically shot out of his head, a pure beauty just at the door of the ship's kitchen.

‘This island's weather sure is hot, but this woman is hotter’ his inner voice usually wasn't filtered but she had rendered him practically speechless with her beauty.

“Why hello there pretty boy~” she made her way over to the blonde and peeked over to glance at the food.

“Luffy said you were the chef, I’ve met the others… I believe he wants me to join this little crew you have” she said as she looked up at the taller man.

Sanji cleared his throat finally gaining the courage to speak to such a beauty, and she was flirting with him. That was new.

“What is a beautiful lady like you trying to join a group of pirates for?” he reached for his cigarettes in an attempt to occupy himself without having to look away from the woman before him. But patted around and failed to find them in his pockets.

The mysterious woman brought a hand up holding his cigarettes in hand, “Looking for this? I’m not too fond of smoking”.

‘Ah, she's a thief… a very… sexy one…’ he felt joy rising up in his chest.

She placed them on the counter and decided to answer his question.

“I want adventure, the men here are… getting dull, I figure there are many fish in the sea” She giggled a bit and made her way around the cook eyeing him up and down. Her reply was obviously a joke, but she wanted her reasons to remain her own.

This was the first time Sanji felt as if he was the prey, though he was visibly a bit nervous, he didn't hate it. In fact, he liked it.

“The others warned me, you're quite the flirt? But men tend to get quite intimidated by me. My name is [y/n] a pleasure” she said putting her hand out.

“Oh, please the pleasures all mine miss [y/n]” he said as he gently grasped her hand placing a gentle kiss upon her skin.

She smiled and gently caressed her slim fingers down his arm, “Well from one flirt to another, I’m quite the jealous type Mr. Cook if you flirt with me you can’t give the same treatment to another”.

Sanji felt a chokehold on him, he had just learned of this woman's name, yet he would give up all the other women in the world in a heartbeat.

“Jealous hmm? Well, there isn't a pretty lady as beautiful as you, so I doubt I would even think about another.” He was past the point of no return her charm had hooked and reeled him in she and he both knew it.

The woman retracted her hand from his arm and turned away from the cook walking back over to the entrance.

“Though I am a flirt, if I really want something… I will have it” she smiled devilishly.

Sanji felt a pit in his stomach, this woman was doing many things to him, he wanted her but of course, he wouldn’t just force himself on a woman.

“Oh and… you might want to check those meatballs I think they may be slightly overcooked” she smiled as she walked out.

Sanji panicked as the meatballs burst into flames he quickly grabbed a cloth to fan the fire out with and sighed in relief once it was put out.

“What am I going to do with her around…”.

Later that night at the dinner table, [y/n] had sat next to Sanji. Sanji felt a blush creep upon his face, though it had only been a bit since their first encounter he really couldn't take his eyes off her. 

After some time of everyone exchanging conversations, he finally decided to strike up a conversation. 

“You really are beautiful…” was all he could say, he was practically transfixed by her.

[y/n] looked at the cook she didn't mind if others were around, better for her to show the other ladies how it’s done.

“You're not so bad yourself handsome” she winked.

Sanji felt his heart racing, no woman had given him this type of attention, it was so new to him. He loved it. His grin and ego grew from the compliment.

“Don’t go complimenting fancy brows over there it will go right to his head” Zoro said in between bites of his meal.

[y/n] laughed at the comment and turned her attention toward Zoro, it quickly made Sanji fill with worry. He knew that Zoro and [y/n] would possibly get along, who wouldn’t get along with a woman like her?

Though [y/n] had continued her chat with Zoro she had sneakily placed her hand on Sanji’s obvious that her attention was still on him though she was talking with another man.

A small smirk came back to his face when he felt her hand on his, it made him excited but relieved that she still had her sights on him.

After dinner was over [y/n] went over to the deck to gaze upon the ocean. Sanji finished up the dishes and saw the deck was empty, no one was around but her. This was his moment, to get her attention without anyone to bother. He leaned over the railing and watched the ocean with her, he reached for his cigarettes but quickly placed them back into his pocket.

“Hello, lover boy~ What do I owe the pleasure?” she said while looking over to the chef.

He smiled softly, “You don’t owe me anything, I just thought to keep the beautiful lady company”.

[y/n] did feel a little flustered by the gesture, the whole time Sanji had been flustered and wrapped around her finger but now he seemed to be ready for her comments.

He gently placed his hand on [y/n]’s hips, causing the roles to reverse, he stepped up his game he realized that if he kept letting her be in control he would lose this flirting game. 

Though she was flustered she also didn't want to back down, “And who exactly said you could touch me?” she smirked.

Sanji let out a small laugh as he could tell she was enjoying it in comparison to her words, he leaned closer to her and looked into her eyes. “Someone told me once that if they want something they will have it. So I just decided to take what I wanted”.

“Oh really now?” [y/n] smirked at the blonde and grabbed his hand pulling Sanji closer to her “I do believe everyone had fallen asleep after their meal” she said gently while looking at his lips. 

Sanji was a bit surprised by the sudden pull, his mind flooded with ideas of just the two of you alone while everyone slept. She was bold, his mind was going crazy and he wanted to do something about it.

“Since no one is around how about a little taste?~” she kept her eyes bouncing back and forth between his eyes and lips.

With the way [y/n] stared at his lips, he knew exactly what she wanted, a little taste of him. A smirk would then appear on his face, he enjoyed this new thrill of tug of war between him and her. 

“I could never deny a pretty lady like you,” he said before leaning forward and placing his lips onto hers.

For a man who had flirted with many women, he couldn't deny that this was his first time feeling butterflies in the pit of his stomach. And for a woman who seemed to have all the boys wrapped around her fingers, she too had never felt quite like how she did with this man. 

He moved his hands around her hips and pressed their bodies closer together, the kiss was passionate, and long and made the two feel their bodies heat up. After their lips parted his face was simply in awe and he let out a satisfied breath gripping [y/n]’s hips with need.

“Wow… that was… great,” he said as he had his eyes fixed on the beauty before him. 

[y/n] also let out a content sigh, she felt a warm feeling stirring within her and she needed it to be extinguished.

“How about we head over to the lounge room? That is if you want to of course”.

“Lead the way…”.

He took her by the hand and started to lead [y/n] back to the kitchen/meeting/lounge room. Once in the room, [y/n] noticed that the whole place had been cleaned, Sanji was a very responsible cook. Though it was something that might go unnoticed by the rest of the crew she did take notice.

Sanji went over to the provisions and moved them aside to show a bed. It was a small bed, but the only place you could get privacy on a private ship with a group of men who shared the same room.

[y/n] didn’t mind it though, she would practically take this man anywhere in her current state. She sat on the bed and Sanji sat beside her.

“Well, are you ready?”.

“Are you?” he replied back with a playful tone.

[y/n] let out a small laugh before sitting on his lap leaning into him pressing their lips once again against one another. His fantasies were finally coming to life, her sitting in his lap making his pants tighten just at the friction from her body touching his. [y/n] gently ran her fingers through his hair, earning a moan from the cook. His body heated up at her taking the lead, he decided to put his hand in her hair pulling on it gently earning a moan from [y/n].

“You are so beautiful my dear~” he let out softly against her lips.

The two’s breaths increased, as the air between them kept thinning from the non-stop kiss.

The kiss eventually came to a halt, the two panting for air but eager for the next step.

“You taste good just like your meals chef~” she said softly under her panting breath.

The compliment sent him into heaven, his heartbeat intensifying just like the tightness in his pants.

“And you are even more tastier than my meals…” he smirked.

“Though there is something I think that might taste better than your meals…” [y/n]’s gaze fell upon the large bump in his pants.

His face reddened at the comment, “you really are too much…” he said softly not moving even a muscle. 

“That's what I’m told~” she giggled and moved off the bed to her knees unzipping his pants and pulling his boxers down to reveal his size. His cock twitched at the cold air and hardened as he felt her gaze staring down at it.

Sanji gently tilted her head upwards, “A beautiful lady like you should be on the bed getting treated, not on her knees…”.

He got up and grabbed [y/n] gently placing her onto the small bed as he stood in between her legs lowering himself to her core.

[y/n]’s breath hitched at the sudden change of position. Sanji left gentle kisses trailing up her leg towards the hem of her shorts, gently pulling them off as he did so along with her panties. She was starting to press her thighs together, she hadn’t felt shy with anyone before but he made her feel like she was a teen head over heels for a crazy boy. Sanji smirked at the sight, he continued to place kisses till he reached her sensitive spot, his digits entering inside her folds gently adding another while he continued to kiss her inner thighs and thrust his fingers inside her.

“Ah~ Shit~” [y/n] moaned out at the attention her lower half was getting, she felt her walls clench onto his two fingers, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Be patient my dear~ we have a long night ahead of us~” he said as he went back down to shower her clit with his skilled tongue.

[y/n] was going mad, she felt her body tensing as it was getting ready to release, and she pulled back Sanji's head. She panted softly and grabbed him by his tie pulling him up towards her and pushing him onto the bed. She placed herself on top of his cock and slowly placed it at her entrance letting it fill her up inside.

“[y/n] fuck…” he clenched his eyes shut at the tightness, it felt so good he almost came just from putting it inside.

She sat for a moment as she adjusted to his girth and length. She was inwardly cursing him out for being so girthy. After the two settled, [y/n] started to move her hips up and down his length letting out small moans of pleasure as Sanji thrust his hips along with her movements. The two let out moans filling the empty room with nothing but the sounds of their skin slapping together and the bed creaking beneath them. Sanji managed to snake his hand up [y/n]’s stomach under her shirt grasping onto her breast as she bounced. He couldn't even catch his breath, the whole situation was like a dream to him, her moans coming from the pleasure he gave her filled him with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples lightly while he reached under her bra. Just the sound of her moans alone could make him cum, he could feel himself getting close to his release. 

[y/n] continued her movements leaning down and gripping his shirt, “make a mess of me Sanji” she said before pressing her lips against his.

Those words flipped a switch in him, and a signal went to his brain, making him go insane. He knew what she wanted him to do and he would deliver. His whole body quaked as he felt himself ready to cum. The two continued moaning and panting, and [y/n] felt herself tighten around Sanjis cock. Sanji groaned in response to the tightness he moved his hands from her breast and gripped her hips. He began to thrust upwards into her harder, filling every inch of her inside. They could both feel themselves, Sanji was the first to give in. His cum shot inside her, dripping from out of her hole and onto his pants. The warmth that shot into [y/n]’s body made her tighten and her body twitched from its high. The two let out a long moan and grunt when they finished and [y/n] laid herself against the chef.

“Who would think the two flirts would hook up with each other” she said softly with a content sigh as she caught her breath.

“You’re crazy you know that? You showed me a whole new type of woman, you really know how to make a man weak” Sanji laughed and threw his arms around her.

[y/n] lifted her head a bit in confusion, “what’s so funny about that?” she raised a brow.

“Nothing, I just feel like the luckiest man alive…” he said as he let out a few more laughs.

#one piece #straw hat pirates #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #one peice #x reader #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #sanji smut #one piece smut #one piece headcanons #smut #vinsmoke sanji smut

[mouschiwrites]

I love your one shot about Lloyd and his twin and about the tomorrow tea. I was wondering if you if it’s not too much trouble if you have any hc about the aftermath like what happened when Lloyd arrived home, twin’s reaction to their suddenly being older, etc?

You got it!

Word count: 685

Ninjago - Being Lloyd's Younger Twin After the Tomorrow's Tea Incident

Part I here

You bounced your leg impatiently. It had been several hours since your brother Lloyd had left to help the ninjas, and you were starting to get worried. You had both been instructed to stay put while the ninjas responded to a distress call, but when you received a call from Jay requesting that Lloyd (specifically him, and not you) bring their weapons, Lloyd decided to oblige him. You tried to convince him to let you tag along, but gave up pretty quickly when you realized that you could have the TV all to yourself.

That was several hours ago. The TV was no longer of interest to you—you were watching the dark sky outside more than the screen.

You stood up, resolving to call one of the ninjas to see what was going on. Before you even picked up the phone you heard the unmistakable hiss of the Bounty docking on the roof above, and with a rush of relief you hurried up.

You were met first with Nya, who smiled at you, but there was something off about the smile. You’d almost say there was pity in it, but you couldn’t be sure. 

Jay, Cole, Kai, Zane, Wu. They were all shooting similarly pitiful looks at you as they each passed in succession. You ignored them, looking past them for your brother.

“Where’s Lloyd?”

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and Nya’s sympathetic face appeared beside you. “Y/n, there’s something you should know before you see him.”

You didn’t like her tone. Clearly, something bad had happened. You glanced over the ninjas. None of them appeared to be too roughed up, and with a sinking feeling you wondered if that meant that Lloyd had taken the brunt of an attack.

“What happened?” You asked, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. “Is he okay?”

“I’m fine,” a new voice came from the direction of the Bounty. It was familiar, but… altered. As if the speaker was using a voice filter. 

You whirled around to see Lloyd. Was that Lloyd? It couldn’t be. He was so tall! And his voice; it was slightly deeper than that of the Lloyd you knew.

But he had the same platinum hair. His emerald eyes sparkled with his signature charm—part mischief, part maturity, all lovable. 

Your apprehension must have shown on your face, because the stranger (or was he not a stranger?) laughed. 

“I look a little different now, huh?”

You heard the ninjas scrambling to explain, but their voices were just noise to you as you stared confoundedly at your brother. You caught enough to understand that some kind of magic potion had caused him to age several years at once; everything else went straight through one ear and out the other.

Lloyd was smiling somewhat awkwardly at you. You didn’t like it. His chiseled face was so different from the youthful roundness that you were accustomed to. 

This isn’t my brother. But it was.

The distrusting way you looked at him that night continued for several more days. Every time you laid eyes on him, it was as if your brain couldn’t compute that this was the same boy you’d grown up with. No matter how many times you corrected yourself, you just couldn’t seem to grasp that this wasn’t a stranger.

These thoughts weren’t helped by his shift in behavior. He had played video games with you mere hours before on that fateful night, and now he wouldn’t even sit on the couch with you. He was always training or helping the ninjas with their duties. You were lucky if he gave you so much as a passing glance, let alone a minute of his time. 

You tried to tempt him: turning up the volume while you played his favorite games, deliberately splaying Starfarer comics on the table, anything that might’ve caught the old Lloyd’s attention. But this new Lloyd was simply too busy. Too responsible. Too mature. 

You stared at your round young face in the mirror. Tears pricked your eyes as you whispered to yourself:

“He grew up without me.”

Thanks for your request, and thank you for reading! Take care sweets <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago fanfiction

[indieyuugure]

Hi! Let me start off by saying that I absolutely adore your ROTP series. This is also one of the very few Rottmnt/2012 crossovers in existance that does justice to both verses and doesn't put a biases on any. I love this comic.

Now that aside, I need to get something off my chest. I wouldn't have gone on Anon but experience has taught me that opposing opinions will make the followers of a blog insult and harass you so I tend to err on the side of caution. You see, I Love Love Love TMNT. And I love 2012 series, it's something I relate to so much and grew up with. It's my most favorite version of TMNT.

But the thing is, ever since the Rise movie got released, I've been seeing nothing but slander against the 2012 series and it breaks my heart every time I come across it. It has escalated to an unfair point that I've seen even 2012 fans who love it just as much begin hating aspects of it. I mean, don't get me wrong, it does have its flaws but it's unfair how highlighted those select few flaws are to the point of extremely biased comparisons and blame games and general 2012 slander which half the time doesn't even comply with canon. Moreover, literally every TMNT has its flaws just the same.

And recently, I've been seeing an increase in posts on your blog that have 2012 slander undercurrents or simply blatant frustrations with it. I love the comic but keep seeing this hatred still is just... it hurts ya know. Like really actually hurts.

So if possible, can you plz tag such posts with something I can filter out? (And let us know what that tag will be?) You don't have to but I really really love your art and comics, it's just the 2012 slander again that hurts me and I don't want to see it anymore. I've been seeing it everywhere.

Again, plz don't take this the wrong way, it's just something that's been hurting me and I had to get it off my chest. And find a solution to it that doesn't involve blocking or unfollowing because I genuinely do love this fancomic

Thank you for your feedback!!💕 (seriously feedback is extremely appreciated to me!)

I sorry my posts came off as 2012 slander, I really never meant it like that. I will admit I do critique media pretty aggressively, but I never mean it in a hateful way. TMNT 2012 is one of my absolute favorite shows and I love everything about! It’s the weird quirky stuff about it that while yes, I will criticize, I still love. It wouldn’t be the same without it. Just like the weather, I will complain about it, but I don’t want it to actually change.

I will try to be more conscious of how my posts are perceived, I really never wanted there to be a bias on my blog. I love all of TMNT for all it presents, and I don’t want to ever be slanderous!

Thank you again for your kind nudge! I’m very thankful to have people like you who’ll tell me if I’m making a mistake! I truly do love TMNT 2012. I can’t fix what I’ve said, but now that I know, I can be sure to be more careful to not sound biased going forward.

Again, I’m very sorry it came off that way, I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I never want to harm a series’s reputation, especially one that I love so much!

You are truly appreciated!💕

I know this won’t fix the things I’ve said, but I’ll say 3 of my top favorite things about 2012:

I love the way they depicted characters! They do an amazing job using indirect characterization that makes the characters feel so real. The characters don’t have to tell you things about themselves, you learn about them from the way the interact with each other, the way they solve problems, the things they like and dislike, and even what they’re doing in the background! It really feels like you’re there getting to know these fun people and go on adventures with them! Truly amazing!

I love the way the turtles look! Seriously I think they look so cool, and at the same time cute. They’re visual designs inspired me so much in my art and I will watch hours on end of them because they’re just so freaking cool!

I love the way their stories are told! The episodes are so well paced that it never feels boring to watch an episode! Believe it or not, I have never once wondered how many minutes are left on an episode. It’s so good at sucking you in and addicting you, that while I was watching it for the first time, I was straight up binging it and would be forced to put it down by my parents. Several times I would stop to eat something and have that weird “wait, who am I? What is my life?” Thing you get from a really good story. The stories and arc pacing are so good that Indie TMNT, my original series is using massive inspiration from 2012.

Once again, I am truly sorry for coming off as slanderous. Thank you for being so brave and telling me what many people were probably thinking. I want to do better. Thank you! :]

#tmnt #q&a #ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #Please guys do watch it #It’s an amazing show #thank you! #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #i will do better >:]

[itsnotmourn]

CONCEPTS AND RAMBLINGS | "animal" cult pmv extras

thank you everyone for liking my pmv (and on yt and twitter) !! i got more attention than i thought it would and that means the world to me! <33

here’s some of my concept art + rambles for it!

the first thing i made up, the character designs!

i didn’t think to refine them because they were good enough to use LMAO... so i scribbled colours down, threw a filter and called it a night

i wanted a sharp change from the verses and chorus (since the song goes from calm to... louder) so i made it greyscale (with a red filter) that changed to brighter colours!

also changed the text font/colour for ignacio hmm. the font was hard to read, in my opinion.

ignacio's design

ignacio loses his bandage colours because that was too many colours for my liking… i completely forgot his hair highlights tho

ah and he doesn’t get a mouth until the fire scene too…

it was only meant to be done for a few frames but i thought it be cooler if it was consistent.

the missing mouth represents his repressed feelings/silence, or something like that.

skidad's design

i got a few questions on whether skidad was a goat. despite looks, skidad’s design is actually based on the herbiadean/jacob sheep! four horns!

i have drawn skidad as a jacob sheep before as well!

look at them ominous friends.

the resemblance to goats is something i considered as well (links with cult/sacrifice) so i think of it as a fun bonus

i gave him wolf teeth because the whole “wolf in sheep’s clothing” but also because i like it when prey animals are given predator features

i left the body as "human" because i only wanted the face to be censored… i considered clawed/darkened hands too but nah

skidad was originally going to be lined like ignacio, but i liked the lineless look for him so voila! makes it feel like he’s “not bound by anything”... actually, this is the same reasoning for the match to be “out” of the border, even though it’s ignacio’s hand

storyboards

i rarely storyboard (most are locked in my mind) but i figured it'd be fun to try!

halfway, i got bored of drawing digitally so i moved onto my notebook. i think it was a good decision; since i drew with my ink pen, it forced me to move on with my mistakes instead of clicking "clear canvas" lol

i had a pretty solid idea of what i wanted after weeks of listening to the song over and over again. the only thing that really changed was the mirror, which was replaced with a shadowy ignacio

the coloured thumbnails i actually did first, just to figure out out what i’m doing for the chorus part… limited palette my beloved

i didn't know where to put the text so i was scribbling everywhere lol

ratio changes

in the chorus, the ratio of ignacio and skidad’s frames changes! it’s more obvious if i combined them together, like this

less for ignacio, more for skidad

did you notice that the fire in this shot look like the cult ?!!! why did i do that, you ask? well:

the fire is the same “red”as the robe

too lazy to draw fire without abusing motion blur

mmm symbolism idk. it's somewhere there

it wasn’t in my plans but i’m happy i made the choice in the last minute. this was the last thing i needed to finish before syncing it up with the music

also this… i just wanted to point it out… make sure everyone knows... did you notice this? did you? did you did you? well now you do!!!

that's it !!! that's your trip into my mind!! okay byeeeee !!

#even though i gave my own reasons; i welcome any other interpretations! #/gen !! i'm very interested to hear! throw an ask or in the reblogs! #[ mourn's mourns ] #[ mourning pmvs ] #[ the art of mourning ] #spooky month ignacio #spooky month skidad #not apologising for the absolute chaos of my writing... its rambling for a reason........ /J LOL #i won't be free from skidad videos ough #but now im starting university so i guess they won't be out anytime soon HAHAHA #hope you enjoy reading this!

[annabethy]

aurora // a 'tis the damn season au

Percy and Annabeth had something real. They fell in love somewhere between bookstore kittens and vintage novels with pages tinted yellow with time, and they were happy. It’s rare, finding the type of love they did. It’s even more rare making it last. Read on AO3. (Chapter 2/8)

Percy thinks that as much as he enjoys working in a bookstore, it can get pretty boring. 

The boredom winds up mainly because Annabeth seems to be absent today. She typically hangs around while he works, curled up on a beanbag by the window with a new novel in her hands. It’s a cute sight, and he recalls when he used to do the same thing when he was younger, minus the reading. When it was just him and his mom, she couldn’t always afford to stay home on days he was sick and couldn’t go to school, so he grew used to the corner beanbag and the feeling of sunlight filtering on his skin. He’s gotten used to Annabeth sitting in that same spot too, and though he’s reassured her before that she doesn’t always need to accompany him after school, she does it anyway. 

He keeps eyeing the front door, and the shop is so slow that he decides to sit on the counter stool, still staring miserably at the window. 

It’s the day after Christmas, so it makes sense that she’s probably busy, but also, she’d spent the entire previous day with him and he swears she told him that she would hang around for a bit. 

He tilts his head.

Maybe she got caught in the snow. From what he can see through the foggy windows, it’s snowing heavily. There’s at least six inches of snow stacked up along the sidewalk, more where it’s been plowed to the edges of the roads, so it’s possible. Still more likely that she ghosted him, though.

He spots movement in the corner of his eye, and when he turns his head, the cat is peering at him from behind the corner of the counter. She almost appears unthreatening, which she is for the most part to everyone except him, so he lets her slowly patter closer to him. When she makes her way onto the counter and transfers onto his lap, he’s slightly convinced this is a bookstore cat imposter, but he runs her tail through his hand anyway, scratching behind Maisie’s ears.

“You’re being nice,” he murmurs, so no one in the store thinks he’s lost it. “Must mean Annabeth is nearby. You’re never nice to me.”

His words are accompanied with a small nip at his fingers, but he doesn’t think she meant it to hurt, so he lets it slide. Like him, the cat stretches out to watch the door. It’s sweet, knowing the cat is waiting for Annabeth, and also slightly eerie knowing that the cat must also have some sense of time to know she should arrive soon. 

“Maybe she’s not coming,” Percy says to the cat. “She’s probably realized you have a double life and are secretly a wanted war criminal.” He hums. “You’ve scared her away. Hope you’re happy.”

Being alone in the bookstore is troubling his sanity, it seems. He’s speaking to a cat.

“It’s just you and me, babe.” He sighs and looks away from the door to gaze at the cat. He’s met with wide eyes back at him, blinking slowly. “And I don’t even like you.”

Of course that’s when the bells above the door chime as it’s pushed open.

“Finally befriending the cat?”

“I was telling her about how I planned to hunt her,” he replies without looking up. “She’s shaking in fear.”

“I’m sure,” she laughs, suddenly in front of him on the other side of the counter. He looks up at her then, and she looks like such a mess that he snickers right in her face. She frowns. “Shut up.”

“What happened?” Percy chokes, letting his right hand leave the cat’s back to smooth down her hair. Her curls are still dotted in thick snowflakes, though they’re rapidly melting, and her cheeks are rosy to the point he’s sure it hurts. “Did you just come back from war?”

“Have you stepped foot outside? I almost got blown away walking down the street.” She comes to the other side of the counter to steal the cat from his arms. She ignores him for a moment, shoving her face into the blonde cat before lifting up to look at him again. She does look overwhelmed, but it’s also adorable how flushed she is. “You should just be glad I came at all.”

“You may as well not have come at all,” he says, glancing at the clock mounted above the door. “I’m only on shift for another thirty minutes.”

“Perfect. We can talk after that.”

“Talk?” His brows furrow. “What about?”

“Your denial of love for Maisie,” she says. “It’s getting old. We both know you love her.”

There’s something…off.

Her voice is smooth in a way he knows she’s purposely making it. She doesn’t sound upset, but it’s not the way she normally speaks, and it makes him think maybe there’s a reason she had been late.

He wants to question it, but she doesn’t give him the chance to dwell on it before she continues on.

“Anyway, I’ll hang around the back if that’s alright,” she says. The cat jumps onto the counter from his lap to stare at Annabeth, even giving her what looked like a chastising meow. Annabeth has always been much fonder of the cat than he is, but he still adores the way she softly brushes Maisie’s back before bending to kiss between the kitten’s eyes.

“You could say hello to me first, you know,” Percy says blankly, watching her kiss Maisie again. 

“Well, I would, but I much prefer Maisie’s company.”

Despite that, she leans over the counter for a kiss. Who is he to deny her?

The rest of his shift is boring, and it seems to drag on for eternity knowing that Annabeth is somewhere behind him while he is forced to stay at the front. He does consider going to steal the cat who followed her to the back so that she returns to his side, but even that seems cruel. She’d probably take the cat back and put them in a loop of thievery.

By the time he’s able to leave, he’s practically bouncing in anticipation. He’s quick to take his name tag off and move to the back room in search of his girlfriend. All things considered, this bookstore would make an excellent location for hide and seek because he doesn’t immediately see her. The room is crowded, shelves of boxes filled with books he’d been too lazy to put out quite yet, and she could be hiding behind any one of them, but that would also be a little odd of her to do. 

He stares at the empty room, and then at the small staircase up to the roof where the door is propped open with a new copy of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. 

“I don’t mind if you want to sit on the roof, but is destroying my books really necessary?” he calls out, pushing the door open and finding Annabeth sitting against the cement railing.

“How else were you meant to know I was out here?”

“Like you don’t sit up here every other day,” he says. It’s a semi-true statement. They used to come up here a lot in the summer and just lay with their hands intertwined, looking up at the clouds and finding shapes in the nonsensical patterns. As it got colder, they stopped going as often. As far as he knows, Annabeth mainly finds her way up here when she needs a quiet place to run through her thoughts. 

Annabeth laughs as he steps out further onto the roof. It’s covered in a layer of snow, and he nearly fell over with the first step he took. She’s wrapped in her coat, and also a blanket that she’d stolen from the back, sitting on the ground in an area where she brushed away the snow. Beneath the blanket, he spots a small black nose and a singular eye peering back at him.

“You kidnapped the cat?” he asks, amused.

“She followed me,” Annabeth says. “It’s not my fault she can’t handle the cold.” 

Percy laughs, and Annabeth lets go of the cat anyway.

“Let Maisie back inside, will you?”

He holds the door open as Annabeth releases the cat from her arms, letting the cat pass through before removing the book and letting the door click shut.

She glances at him, amused. “Did you just lock us out?”

“That door doesn’t lock,” he says, coming closer to her. 

“That’s a pretty big threat. What if someone broke in and stole all your books?”

“Well, aside from my mother, you’re the only person that knows the door doesn’t lock. I’m looking right at my number one suspect.”

“An unlocked door to a bookshop is practically an invitation,” she defends. “Am I at least allowed to take them if I promise to return them?”

He hovers above her, giving her a lopsided grin. She smiles back before resuming looking out in the distance. As she’s looking at the quickly darkening sky, covered in low hanging dark clouds, shadows looming over the opposite buildings, he never stops looking at her. She pointedly tries to look anywhere else. 

“Are you okay?”

Annabeth shrugs, but her lips quirk up. “Aren’t you sick of the snow?”

“It gets annoying.” He nudges her knee gently with his foot. “Easier to handle when you’re not sitting in it.”

She doesn’t respond to that. Instead, she continues looking out over the building, tightening the blanket around herself. He stays standing above her for a few moments before deciding to settle down next to her. She opens up to him immediately, letting him into the warmth of the blanket and tucking her head against the right side of his chest.

Together, they look out in the distance. There’s not too much visible with the fog the clouds offer and the haze the falling snow creates, but he doesn’t say anything for a few minutes until he notices her shallow breathing like she’s trying not to cry and concern takes over.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m great,” she says, her head still heavy against him.

Percy adjusts the blanket around her shoulders softly. “Then why are we sitting out here?”

“I don’t know why you’re sitting out here,” she says. “I’m sitting here because I wanted to be alone for a bit.”

“Did something happen?”

“Something always happens in that house,” she says bitterly.

And his heart aches. 

He’s held her in his arms at night listening to her sob enough times to know what surviving in that house is doing to her. He knows that her dad treats her as though nothing is never enough, and he knows that Annabeth always continues to try anyway. It never ends well, and he desperately wants her to not have to put up with it, but Annabeth is the most beautiful person he knows, in love with the idea of miracles and families finding their way back to each other like in novels written by people with the same dreams. Some part of her remains with the childlike hope that she’ll earn her father’s approval. 

She never does.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He can see the thoughts running through her mind, a glimmer of something real, something hopeful. Despite herself, she smiles, like she’s imagining they’re somewhere else, and asks,  “Why don’t we leave?”

Percy laughs, confused. “What?”

“California.”

And he’s always dreamed of a life with her, but he’s never imagined that his fantasies would lead him away from his home. 

“Can you imagine it?” she breathes. “It wouldn’t get this cold, so we wouldn’t have to constantly run around in the snow. It’s so pretty there, and, oh, the beaches. You would love it there.”

“I’m sure it’s wonderful there,” he agrees hesitantly. “I like it here too.”

She nudges his arms. “Oh, come on. Be adventurous. We could take a road trip there when we move, and we could stop at different monuments. I know you always wanted to see the Grand Canyon. You could go to school with me too.”

Percy smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “What’s going on? You’ve never mentioned wanting to leave before.”

She’s silent, biting her lower lip until it begins to bleed. There’s an uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach because her theoretical words don’t seem too theoretical. Her words are real, and he knows something’s not right.

“My dad and I got in a fight,” she says. “Once I graduate, he wants me out. I have nothing left for me here, but I was thinking…we could leave. Both of us.”

Percy furrows his brows. “But…your dad won’t actually kick you out, will he?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “I don’t want to stick around to find out.”

Percy grabs her hand, squeezing comfortingly. “Even if that were to happen, my mom loves you. She would never leave you without a place to stay. Don’t worry too much about it.”

That’s a life he can imagine. He can see them a year from now, living together, Annabeth spending her days writing while he works, creating their own home, even if it means living with the cat that he doesn’t like (except maybe he likes the cat just a little bit). He wants that life.

“You’re not listening to me.” Annabeth laughs incredulously, pressing the base of her palms against her eyes. “I want to leave.”

“Why?” He tries really hard to be gentle to not scare her. “This is our home.”

“This is your home.” She sits up now, turning in her position on the ground to face him. “I grew up here, but this isn’t my home. My dad doesn’t even want me, and he’s not going to stick around once I’m eighteen. There’s no point in me staying here.”

A stab of hurt runs through him. “I’m here.”

Annabeth takes a deep breath, and there’s a shift between them. The few feet that rest between them seems to span a mile.

“That internship I mentioned,” she says. “The one in California. I just heard back from them, and they’re offering me a position there. I wasn’t going to take it, but then with everything going on with my dad…I can’t be here anymore.”

Percy laughs because he’s not sure what else to do. He waits a moment for her to say something, to start laughing and tell him it’s all a joke, but she doesn’t. She only stares expectantly. 

“You’re serious?”

“I am.” She reaches out to rest her hand on his knee, pleading. “Come with me.”

“California, Annabeth. That’s the opposite side of the country.”

“We could figure it out,” she says. “We have time. We could plan to get an apartment, and we’d bring Maisie with us.”

Percy’s an impulsive person. He’s always been bad with blurting things out before he has time to think about the implications of what he’s really saying. It’s for that reason that he almost says yes. He almost agrees to move across the country without thinking of the consequences. He almost drops everything to chase down a daydream because this is his girlfriend and he loves her. It’s a type of love he thought he’d never find, and he’s not willing to let that go quite yet.

Then, he remembers his mother and how she spent her life supporting him on her own, never having the means to provide for him yet somehow doing it anyway. His mom found love again, had another baby less than a year ago, and she needs help now, and he’s actually old enough to provide that help, and he can’t leave. Not after everything his mother has done for him.

“Let’s not do this right now,” he says. “It’s December. You can try talking to your dad, or we can start looking for somewhere to live. Maybe in a few months, things will be different.”

Annabeth smiles sadly. “It won’t be different.”

No, no, please, no.

“I’m going to LA, Percy.”

“Annabeth, please.”

And then Annabeth’s crying because somehow, they both know how this ends. “Come with me. Please don’t make me go alone.”

He knows that’s her way of saying she’s going regardless of if he follows. 

Percy sees the end as it begins. He thinks he knows how these next few months are going to go. She’ll accompany him to work, reading words because it’s easier to drown out her own worries. They’ll pretend that she’s not going to leave if he decides not to follow, except she will leave and he won’t follow. There will come a point that she stops joining him at work and he stops picking her up outside her class. She’ll say goodbye to her friends and he’ll be left in the bookshop watching time move on as snow falls down, wondering if she’ll show up to say goodbye to him too. He’ll never find out because he’ll stop working nights. If she shows up, he won’t want to know because he will have watched her walk away to the opposite side of the country knowing that he can’t follow. 

As he looks in her eyes, he knows that’s how it will go.

Still, he tries. 

“I have my family here,” he says. “I grew up here, and my mom needs me. I have people here.”

There’s a flash of something unfamiliar in her eyes. It’s not anger, but something softer, like she knew it was going to end like this too, like she wasn’t ready for this moment to come. The only problem is that time is not fond of slowing down. Not for him, and not for anyone. 

He tries to silently plead for her not to go, to remind her that her father’s opinion should mean nothing, but Annabeth has always wanted to write words that mean something, and it’s hard to do that somewhere she feels she hardly means anything herself, and so even he knows there’s no avoiding what comes next. 

“Stay,” he begs.

“I don’t have anyone else, Percy.”

“You have me.”

Annabeth’s crying now, and she can’t look him in the eyes. All she can do is look in the distance from where they sit on the roof, where the sky remains gray, a color he used to find so comforting when looking into her eyes in the darkness of the night. The color seems awful and sad now, forcing him to be estranged from her.

“I can’t do it,” she says, wiping her nose. “I can’t stay here. I love you, and I’m not going to make you come with me, but I can’t—”

Those are thoughts that have been passing through her mind for months. Where Percy is spontaneous, Annabeth is not. She thinks things through, weighing them, and for her to reach the point that she feels suffocated here…he hadn’t known. He wishes he had. Maybe then things would be different.

“I can’t leave here,” Percy whispers.

Annabeth locks eyes with him. He takes it in, suddenly terrified of where they’re going to go. 

Correction: where she’s going to go, and where he knows he can’t follow.

“And I can’t stay.”

#percy jackson #percabeth #my writing #annabeth chase #pls tell me ur thoughts i have heard no thoughts and i demand thoughts #ch 2 babey!!

[skzhera]

Hera on the GET REAL w/ Ashley, Peniel, and BM!

*Part 2 of a one shot of Hera from Stray kids on the Dive studio's, Get Real podcast with hosts Ashley Choi, Peniel and BM*

Part 2

Ashely: Are there any embarrassing incidents that your fans don’t know about, or would possibly never know about?

Hera: um…

OH GOD, Yes! I have one pathetic incident.

Well, it was really sad for those employees at the company, quite funny to me.

So one day, I was just wrapping up things at the studio, we were practicing for our next comeback since morning and once everyone left, I decided to stay back and work a little more. It was quite late actually, now that I think of it, it was almost 3 or 4 in the morning. Which meant, very few people at the company; almost none.

I left the studio, slowly shut the door and began walking down the hallway, when I heard some whispering voices. As I got closer to them, I peaked over the corner to see who it was. They were a couple of managers from the company. Coincidentally, they were talking about no one other than me!

*They all laugh noisily*

Ashely: God, what shitty luck!

Peniel: They thought they were alone?

Hera: yeah!

So I slowed down, and tried hearing what they had to say.

Here’s what I heard,-

Peniel: Wait are u allowed to talk about it? I don’t want you to get into trouble!

Hera: f**k it. I’m not even allowed to curse, but here we are.

So, it was two dudes talking,

Dude 1: Man, I heard the kids’ are getting some reality television offers and a couple offers from prank shows and reality castings

Dude 2: woaah

Dude 1: yeah but they aren’t taking any of them. They can’t!

Dude 2: what do mean?

Dude 1: its adorable and cool that they are the same on and off camera which is why even we want to film those, but we can’t do it because of that female chic of theirs.

Dude 2: yeah, the only girl right?

Dude 1: yeah man! That chick’s got no filter. She’s wilder than all the boys combined!

Dude 2: what do u mean?

Dude 1: she is not very girl like man. Korean TV viewers won’t like that. She wears shorts around all the time, dark clothes, dark personality. Curses more than any of the other boys. Man, she isn’t even Korean what is she even doing here?

*Hera finishes laughing her ass out*

BM: Dude, if it were any one else they would have taken it in a hard way. But you, you are a weirdo!

Peniel: Well, they did say she’s wild loll!!

Hera: But its’s not true!

I agree I curse around a lot, but I’m pretty sure the aussies are a tough competition to me!

No wait but hear me out, they weren’t done. There I was trying my best not to laugh out loud at this point. Changbin had joined me on eavesdropping by this time.

Dude 1 but that not it, their entire group’s dynamics behind the camera is bit shocking!! They laugh around all the time, there’s no seriousness. The girl is constantly hitting someone, teasing each other, smacking each other’s butt!

*Hera laughs louder this time, along with dive hosts.*

Peniel: they got a problem with butt hunting? That’s so very stray kids of ya’ll.

Ashely: Aren’t ya’ll doing it, even on stage?

Hera: yeah man! Even our dancers are in on it. We have a lot of fun!

I just find it hilarious, how seriously they were conspiring about me!

Peniel: maybe they want in on it too. Its hilarious.

BM: No, but like I said, all of this is hilarious because she's taking it lightly. If it were any one else, they would have thought of this incident as something so dramatic, they would probably want to leave the company!

Ashely: Honestly, if I were hearing all these things, i wouldn't be so easy. I would have created a scene. I'm not even gonna lie

Hera: No, but the thing is, this was just one incident. I've been hearing all sort of none sense since day one. I'm glad my members love me enough to take some of my share of backlash for me!

Nonetheless, it's gossip that keeps me going!

Laughter rumbles again

Hera's Masterlist!

#skz Hera stray kids 9th member #stray kids #stray kids 9th member #9th member of skz #9th member of stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #felix #seungmin #i.n #bang chan imagines #lee know imagines #changbin imagines #seo changbin #hyunjin imagines #han imagines #felix imagines #seungmin imagines #i.n imagine #stray kids oc #stray kids female member #kpop female oc #kpop imagines #skz hera

[amanemisagf]

miraculous characters on musical.ly

since i’m pretty sure miraculous takes place in 2015/16, im convinced that they’re on musical.ly since it was a big deal at the time. here are my headcanons for them!

adrichat- he has a secret account his dad doesn’t know about because he wants to carefully monitor his son’s social media image. he’s crowned bc gabriel has never heard of the app and has loads of followers. nathalie found out about his account one time and promised she wouldn’t tell, but someone else snitched and he had to take it down. as chat noir he has a joint account with ladybug and when it’s a slow day on patrol they’ll make some together but he posts his own too after his adrien account gets taken down. he’s used the me myself and i audio at least once on both accounts, and when he’s crushing on marinette before he has to take his account down he posts cheesy “yeah i am in love” type audios (this is what gets him caught cause some fan gets jealous).

maribug- she also does those cheesy crush audios as marinette to try and send a subtle hint but obviously none is taken. she loves flighthouse and cute color filters. she has maybe 300-400 followers and makes them with alya. as ladybug she sometimes makes them with chat noir to humor him but prefers posting on her main.

chloe- she has maybe 1k? she’s not very good at the hand motions or moving the phone so she doesn’t have that many even though she’s crowned (she somehow got her dad to get musically to give her one). she’s jealous that adrien has more and when they’re still friends she makes him make musicallys with her to boost her follower count.

nino - he lipsyncs to those dumb comedy audios, he has 20 followers. he also is always using the “fire when the strobe hits you” one and always shakes the camera so much that it’s impossible to make out what’s even being shown.

alya - she does a mix of lip sync and her own comedy skits which people tend to like. she’ll make some with marinette after school and her goal is to make one with ladybug (post reveal, marinette obliges).

juleka - she lipsyncs to my chemical romance with half her face covered and horrendous camera quality and posts maybe one every few months, only the class + luka follow her but she only got the app because rose asked her to so she doesn’t mind.

rose - she doesn’t have a lot of followers but will post 10 musical.lys in the span of an hour, sometimes to the same audio. she’ll make them in class and have her phone taken away.

lila - somehow convinced people that she had so many followers that the app couldn’t handle it so it doesn’t show her account any more (in reality she has a secret one with zero followers). according to her, selena gomez actually wanted to duet /her/ but it glitched and got sent to everyone but hers worked! but you can’t see it because her account isn’t working.

sabrina - she has one, but she’s on private and doesn’t have a lot of followers. she’s always on the app though.

luka - he has a bit of a cult following and likes to do them with his hair covering his eyes emo style.

kim - he does a lot of challenge videos that are more meant for youtube and also lipsyncs to comedy skits.

alix - she claims to hate musical.ly and says it’s stupid, but she has a secret account where she’ll make them sometimes and just not post.

those are all the chars i think have an account ^-^

#this has been on my mind all day #miraculous ladybug meme #miraculous #mlb #miraculous ladybug #adrichat #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #maribug #marichat #ladrien #ladynoir #adrienette

[hollywoodsargeant]

chapter 11 thoughts (amazing chapter as always) and damn is it a chapter (and my thoughts are long so as always sorry if it’s a pain to read)

first of all i love how even oscar’s coworker thinks that him and logan are in a relationship. ‘he’s just touchy’ i mean sure touchy is definitely when you have sex with your friend, make out with your friend and whatnot, that’s just him being ‘touchy’ obviously. if a coworker is saying that youre and you still arent convinced idk how oblivious you can be

and logan saying that the best parts of him are oscar, i mean yeah youve kissed youve fucked and youre both inseparable so that makes sense i guess but i love though that kyle is all so confused about this everytime logan is like ‘you know what i mean’ bc no logan i dont think kyle has a life long friend that hes done more than friend things with before

speaking of more than friend things, i still dont know how they can call themselves just friends when they’ve now both fingered each other and one has eaten the other out (first thing i thought of when i saw that scene was a similar scene in shark bait). i know i keep saying this but every chapter i always think ‘wtf do you mean that you’re just friends???’ and logan saying that he likes oscar whilst he’s naked is not helping my point

also i get logan’s entire college thing, moving away from everyone is so weird and especially when you know your best friend is going to be moving away from you. i wonder what will happen between the 2 of them and whats gonna happen after they go to college (unless somehow they magically cross paths in the same college or whatever)

anyways we need more of drunk logan thoughts bc i think it’s really interesting to see how he as a character thinks about things (just without a filter stopping him anymore) like just full on saying he cant get hard when he thinks about fucking oscar, no filter stopping him. i like hearing these thoughts just bc they’re so unfiltered

and kyle again… poor kyle i swear if i were him i would be scheming with callum to get logan and oscar together bc the man must have at least heard logan talk about oscar as if he’s his partner (no sorry i meant ‘friend’ obviously) like a million times

maybe kyle’s teasing might actually work idk (does it? perhaps it does, only you can tell us haha), and with that, that’s the end of my thoughts, sorry for it being so long and again thankyou for another great chapter!

HELLO. THANK YOU FOR YOUR THOUGHTS <3 never a pain to read i love and appreciate your thoughts very much me taking like 4 days to answer this ask is no reflection of my appreciation i just suck and am busy. Anyways

justice for oscar’s coworker tbh. she has been forced to witness their antics and then also put up with oscar’s insistence that they are Just Friends. at least she’s getting paid to be there…

logan literally does not know what he would do without oscar. i mean oscar doesn’t know what he would do without logan either but he isn’t really talking about it… but like. idk. just in life stuff like that is pretty wild to think about. like who would i be without this person in my life. logan thinks he would be Much Worse without oscar and does not understand why kyle doesn’t just Get exactly what he means like hello. logan. pretty sure You are kyle’s best friend and he is not gay for you. but i digress

THEY’RE JUST STUPID. aware of the fact that they do things “normal” friends don’t do but not aware of the fact that they’re just not friends. “it’s different with him” yeah because you are IN LOVE? whatever. my bad i did write it like that!

college will be fun. hehe. they’ll be fine… going to different colleges for the plot but it will be a spectacular time. they can keep arguing about who will drive to visit who until the end of the world probably. AND THEY WILL VISIT EACH OTHER! and i’m scheming.

DRUNK LOGAN WAS SO FUN TO WRITE. something something the first person he thought to call when he needed help was oscar. something something his angel. something something oscar being stupidly nice to him and why the fuck are you untying his shoes for him buddy stand up. Anyways. i agree more drunk logan i love him

i will disclose that kyle is a catalyst in thee ending of all time. i have it all planned out in my brain and not written down but shoutout kyle. he’s evil and i am evil and logan is fucking stupid

#ask #this is a long ass answer i apologize #and i am once again vagueing. rip #boyish.miamis

[mollymagician]

Chapter 3 of A Translation of the Dream is up!

Hob was sitting on his couch, staring at the banana peel in the middle of his coffee table, when a knock sounded at the door.

“‘S open!” he called, knowing who’d be on the other side.

“Okay,” Matthew said, pushing his way in and closing the door behind him. “What was it that was so exciting you needed to sh— uh. Hey there, you good?”

Hob beckoned him over with one hand, pulling his phone out with the other. “Sit down here, look at this.”

Matthew plopped down beside Hob on the sofa, wearing one of his habitual and varied what the fuck faces. Hob opened his camera app, aimed it at the banana peel, and waited.

“What the fuck?” Matthew said.

There was nothing on the screen but a bare coffee table.

“How’d you do that?” Matthew took the phone and aimed it at his hand (there was a hand), at Hob’s face (there was Hob’s face), back at the banana peel. Blank screen. “That’s fuckin trippy. It’s a—a what, some kind of filter?”

“Take out your phone. You try,” Hob said. Something must have bled through in his voice, because Matt gave him a long look as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and opened the camera. He pointed it at the coffee table to line up the shot. The shot of a bare coffee table.

“What the fuck??”

“That banana peel is three days old,” Hob said. “It should be a manky puddle of sludge by now.”

“Uuhhhh I guesssss…” Matt scrubbed his hand over his hair. “Look, Hobsie, are you okay? Because you’ve been acting weird all week but this is just straight up freaky.”

Hob leaned back against the couch and folded his arms, still staring intently at the banana peel as though he were trying to will it to behave. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah? You’re giving that banana your ‘teacher look’ but I don’t think it’s gonna help, boss. Cause it’s a banana. Can you just tell me what’s going on, please?”

Hob took a deep breath and let it loose. He was not losing his mind. He was not. Matthew was seeing the same things he was and that was a massive relief. It meant he wasn’t hallucinating. Excellent. It also meant that bizarre bullshit was actually happening which was a whole other kettle of upsetting fish.

Hob told him.

“Huh,” Matthew said.

They sat side by side on the couch, arms crossed, staring intently at the banana peel.

“So you’re telling me you saw our dude draw something, pick it up off the page and conjure it into thin fucking air?”

“Uh, pretty much, yeah.”

Matthew reached out and poked the peel. It felt…like a banana. He lifted his phone again and tried to get the thing in frame, putting it straight up against the lens. Picked it up off the table and held it up against the backdrop of the closed front door. Took a photo of his hand, empty.

“Yeah okay so, that is so SUPER fucking weird. I’d think you were screwing with me, but like…it’s you. You don’t do this sort of shit. And also…I don’t know but…we didn’t call him Tall Dark and Spooky for nothing. Dude’s got a vibe.” Matthew grimaced.

“Just do me a favor,” Hob said. “If he ever comes in and I’m not there, just call me? Don’t confront him. He doesn’t mean anyone any harm, I’m sure of it. And…and he’s…shy. About talking to people.”

“Ooooo-kay. And what are you going to be doing?”

Hob thought a moment, then reached out and grabbed his coat where he’d slung it over the back of the couch. “I’m going for a walk.”

“Right.” Matthew watched him skeptically as he shrugged on the coat and, after a moment’s thought, dropped the banana peel into his pocket. “Don’t go doing anything stupid, please.”

“Course not,” Hob said. “When do I ever?”

…………………………………

“This is stupid,” Hob said.

He stood in a dark alley and glared at the walls around him as though he could force them to give up their secrets. He’d been walking for two hours, and now he had to face the fact that ‘wander the streets aimlessly until you stumble over a Twilight Zone escapee’ was not the best plan he’d ever had. The sun had gone down properly a half an hour into his little trek and the temperature was dropping like a stone. His dodgy knee was beginning to complain. No one had tried to mug him yet, though. One bright spot. He sighed and decided that it was time to head back home.

Luckily his meandering rout had brought him back around to the Inn’s general neighborhood and within twenty minutes he was trudging up to the outer door that led to his stairwell. A few steps away, fumbling for his keys, he glanced up and stopped. In the orange of the security light over the entrance, something glowed white against the door.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Leaping wildly across the dark painted metal was the same figure he’d only seen in miniature facsimile, painted across the grimy wall of the old White Horse Pub. Now it was here. On his door. As bright and obvious as an arrow. Find me.

“Okay,” Hob said. “Okay, I’m coming.”

Thankfully for his knee, the White Horse wasn’t far.

The opening in the old chain link fence was still there, no one had ever bothered to repair it. It had been years since Hob had pushed through that ragged gap and crunched through the gravel and broken glass in the overgrown front courtyard. The building had stood derelict for decades, locked in development hell as locals fought to get the budget allocated to have it restored and designated a historic site. For now it lurked, a sad old ruin slowly being consumed by graffiti. The usual kind, and—

There, in the ambient urban glow of the street lamps, Hob could make out the remains of Dream’s mural. Sheltered by the overhang of the sagging roof, it had faded but not washed away, like the paintings on the walls of some unearthed villa in Pompeii. Hob stepped in close to study it.

leaping, charging across the open green, gleeful, cutting through the wind like a hot knife, free, free, free

“Oh,” Hob whispered. “There you are.” Like a magic eye painting solved, Hob could see it now, that hidden layer, opening up to him like a book. Why now? he wondered. Stranger, what did you do?

The sound of a boot scraping on flagstone behind him in the dark sent a jolt of alarm up his spine and he tore himself away from the mystery in front of him and spun around, adrenaline prickling at the back of his tongue.

For a moment the sensation persisted, as though he was seeing different pages of reality. Dream stepped out of the deeper shadows of the doorway, a long thin monochrome haunt, draped in shadow, black pools for eyes—then he crossed into a bar of street light and it was the Dream he recognized again. Disheveled, worn. Beautiful.

“Hello, stranger,” he whispered. “Sorry I’m late.”

Dream stopped a few feet away, hands buried in his coat pockets. His eyes were riveted to the ground. Hob could see the tension in every line of his lanky body. “You are not,” he murmured. “I am glad. That you understood.”

Hob huffed a soft laugh. “That was at least one thing I understood.” He pulled the banana peel out of his pocket and set it carefully on the stone ledge of the boarded window beside him. “Was hoping for some clarification on a few others, though.”

Hob didn’t think it was possible for Dream to be any more pale, but even in the dim light he could see him go positively gray beneath a suddenly blank expression. Fuck. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to open up this particular conversation. He lifted both hands in a placating gesture. “Shit. No, it’s okay. Whatever you’re imagining right now, I’m not going to do that. I promise. I just…” He raked a hand nervously through his hair. “I just couldn’t understand what I’d seen and…I wanted to.” Dream was silent, slanting a cautious look up at him as he babbled. “It’s my whole thing, see, I can’t help it. I want to understand. You get me curious about something, someone…uh…I just can’t keep a lid on it. And so.” He gestured to the banana peel, to Dream, to the gloomy old ruin around them. “Here I am. I just had to know if what I saw was…”

“Real?” Dream was staring at him now so intensely it felt like a weight against his skin.

“Yeah,” Hob finished weakly.

Dream stood silently for so long that Hob was certain he was about to be told in no uncertain terms that he was a lunatic and also to fuck clean off thank you very much. He was girding himself to turn and leave, when Dream reached out, slowly, and picked up the banana peel.

Hob watched in wonder as he closed his fist around it, and it…crumbled. Powdery yellow grains sifted through his fingers, swirling off into nothing. He opened his hand, now empty but for a coating of chalk dust, as though he’d swept an old blackboard clean with his palm.

“There are many ways a thing can be real,” Dream said.

Hob opened his mouth, closed it, tried again. “…oh my giddy aunt…” was what he managed to wheeze out.

A corner of Dream’s mouth quirked up and, oh, he’d done that, he’d invoked a smile, even if it was just by being poleaxed and incoherent. “Would you. Walk with me? For awhile?” Dream asked hesitantly. His gaze darted away again. “I promise I’m not…not some sort of devil. I—“ His mouth snapped shut on whatever else he’d planned to say when Hob’s hand closed lightly over his shoulder. He hadn’t even realized he was going to move before he did it, his natural inclination towards friendly touch bullied itself to the fore while the rest of his brain was trying to reboot.

“Clearly,” Hob said. He hoped his smile looked reassuring and not as unsteady as he still felt. “You seem like a person to me.”

Dream’s smile grew, just a bit. Hob hoped that the tension he felt leaving the muscles under his hand wasn’t his imagination.

“Come,” Dream said.

Hob went

#Dreamling #the sandman netflix #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dream x hob #dreamling au #A Translation of the Dream

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

The Return of Find the Word!

Hi! So, I'm bored and definitely need sleep, but can't. So! What better use of my time than to have this game make a little comeback! So yep! We're going with round two of find the word! This is gonna be super fun, I can tell already! Keep note tho, these snippets are gonna be from my newest works.

As for who I'm tagging? Hmmm! Well, that'll be my lovely besties! @mikaharuka @tsunderewatermelon @kayedium-writes @mrsmungus @bleepbloopbotz @sliebman10 @aislinnstanaka @hylianjo @justanotherpersonwhowrites @oceangirl24 @precambrian-sea-pancake @udaberriwrites @lena-hills and of course, open tag!

So, let's get on with this shall we?

Words for me!

expression, finger, gradual, breakfast, sympathetic

Words for you!

outlook, talkative, intensify, exchange, twist

Now! Here come all the snippets!

Expression (Momo's Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 9)

Edgeworth nodded again and then ran back up the stairs, and a few minutes later he had come back fully changed and with bags. Bags, plural, specifically three big backpacks filled to the brim with whatever Edgeworth felt was “necessary”. Edgeworth carefully laid out the bags on the floor, looking up to Phoenix, who was staring down at the bags with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Surely Edgeworth was joking, right? When Phoenix saw the serious expression on Edgeworth’s face, he realized that he wasn’t joking.

Finger (The Things I Notice)

The first thing Klavier noticed was the adorable habit Apollo had whenever he was thinking. Whenever Apollo was deep in thought, he would press his index finger to the bridge of his nose. It was a habit that Apollo did even when they weren’t in the courtroom, like whenever Klavier would give Apollo a nonsensical riddle. It was a small thing really, something that he should have not noticed, but he did. Klavier watched as Apollo did that same habit in the courtroom.

Gradual (Hearts upon Hearts)

Pretty early on in their relationship, Alex had told Sebastian that he wanted to improve on the more intellectual things like reading, puzzles and games like chess and sudoku. Sebastian, confused at first, had suggested that he go to Maru instead, though he quickly caved when Alex had explained to him that he felt more comfortable with having Sebastian help him out first. After much insisting, Sebastian eventually agreed to help him. And so very often when time they spent time with each other, they often engaged in an intellectual activity like reading or puzzles for at least a few minutes. It was challenging at first, it really was. But slowly and gradually, Alex got better at understanding the books that he read and playing the games that he played. It was as though he was cleaning up the cobwebs in his mind, and he found himself delighted by this. Eventually, Alex was able to beat Sebastian at least once in most of the games they played. However, there was one game he had yet to beat Alex in. And that was chess.

Breakfast (Momo's Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 9)

Phoenix Wright did not get up early this often, he had woken up early so infrequently that Trucy usually had to wake him for him to make breakfast. This time though, he had woken up early, a lot earlier than everyone in his house. He had woken up four in the morning, placing a chaste kiss on his sleeping husband’s forehead before he went downstairs to make preparations. He made food, packed bags, readied maps, and other various activities. Once he was done, Phoenix looked outside at the window, sunlight filtering through the windows. He smiled, the weather was warm, which meant that they could do what he had planned for them to do for weeks. They were going camping today.

Sympathetic (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 16)

“Tell me, then. What’s wrong?” Phoenix asked. (There’s no use trying to hide it from him…) Maya sighed. “Alright…It’s just…This is my first Christmas without Mia, first of many that is. I’m…bummed about it. I realized it this morning and I’ve been bummed since.” “Oh…Maya…” Phoenix said, giving her a sympathetic look. “I’m…I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.” “It’s okay, Nick…” “…You know, if it’ll cheer you up, the Wrights and Naruhodos are always gonna be there for you.” Phoenix said, a small reassuring smile on his face. “We’ll be here, through thick and thin, sickness and health, and in the courtroom and detention center.” Maya giggled, starting to feel better. “Thanks Nick, I appreciate it.”

#find the word game #find the word tag #fanfiction #ace attorney fanfiction #fanfic writing #snippets #fanfic #tag game

[tbcanary]

Hi, can I ask you how to cut different panel scenes and have them the same size without warping them? sorry if this is a stupid question but I have less knowledge of editing than my grandmother.

oh, sure! happy to explain some things. this is like, not so much a walkthru of the process as things to look for, but i'll try to provide examples.

quick note just to say: i’m focusing on a figure more than a scene in this, but the same principles apply. everything i say about sizing up/down, selecting panels, and avoiding weird ratios is just as true with a panel that has a background as it is for a silhouette, or anything you work with. it’s all just pixels!

the main tip i have is that you want to start with high quality scans of a page -- like, not a screenshot, but by right clicking and opening the image in a new tab and saving it, or by just right click-saving it when possible. that'll give you the best resolution in terms of digital scans that already exist. you want the clearest image possible to work with.

the second thing is to check the images you want to use to make sure they're at least of a similar level of detail when you select your panels. take these three kori panels, just as an example:

they're all very different sizes and levels of detail. one is a small panel in a bigger spread, one is a full-page splash panel, and the other is a brief little group shot. you can't bring the first one up to the same size as the second one, and you definitely can't bring the third one up to the same size as either of the first two. doing so would make either of them pixelated and distorted, or at the very least blur the edges. it just wouldn't look... right.

so the third one would be an automatic no for me, generally, unless for some reason i need a really tiny and cute kory emoji. (who doesn't?)

but! you can take that middle one down to the size of the first one, and it'll look pretty close. because they're both detailed, where the third one is meant to be more of a far-off view with less detailing. just tilt that middle image and crop it to be about the same as the first, then remove all the extra details and fill in the blank spots.

you end up with these:

you can see that one is fuzzier and less defined, because of the sizing differences and original quality of the panels, but like... they aren't so different that it's jarring. to get a better idea, let's look at sizing.

the first image, from the smaller panel, is currently 262 pixels wide and 368 pixels tall, and the larger is 427x632. that's a pretty big discrepancy. the key here is that you never want to make the smaller one... bigger. that'll make all the blurring worse, and ruin any definition that the image has. instead, you want to downsize the larger image to match. that way, it isn't getting pixelated -- it just translates better, generally.

you can do this by "transforming" the image and scaling it down to the same height as the other image, because they don't have identical ratios. they'll still be off in terms of width, but that's not something we'll worry about here. make sure to either "constrain proportions" or "preserve ratio," anything along those lines. that'll make sure you aren't making it too wide or too tall and skewing the thing to look like a funhouse mirror, if that makes sense. in photoshop, it's that little like... chainlink? between the width and height measurements.

here's the kory image at its new size:

again, still clear, still defined. just a little smaller now. at this point, i'd use some filters to make it better match the original image. we'll lose some clarity -- and some quality -- but it'll make it look better next to the first one in the final edit. if you fiddle with the "palette knife" filter in photoshop, you can get it closer to that old vintage fuzz sometimes. here's what we got:

so now you can take that, and you can use it to make any kind of edit you want alongside the first image -- so long as your final edit is not any bigger than either of those panels. again, sizing up will make it worse.

here you are:

hope this helps! happy editing!

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[euphoricfilter]

i’m so tired of searching for fics and just people in general that don’t see or treat jimin completely different than the rest of the members. idk how to explain it? but nothing he does, none of the others don’t. and yet he gets treated like this absolute baby girl feminine princess. an almost 30 year old man. it just feels like everyone else in bts smut land is respected as a man even the most babiest babies like jk and jin. and the babies with duality like hobi and tae. but jimin? no he’s not a man from busan who gets angry easily, always talks his shit and always flirts with fans. isn’t extremely and has always been sexually expressive and a tease. from filter to serendipity to like crazy to that video of him in paris with those girls at a party like ugh. i feel like i’m the only one that sees jimin like how we see every other man who we respect and don’t demasculinze and misgender based on stereotypes. i just want soft dom, cute boyfie jimin fics, without it being all about switch stuff and sub jimin stuff. a man can be sweet and pretty and still be a man, and act as such in and out of a relationship 😭 this was a random rant but searching jimins name on reddit and twitter got me so mad at seeing him being projected onto and emasculated and dehumanized because of he’s a sweetheart. anyways i’m candy anon. much like jimin, sweet and soft but also sometimes hard and sour. all yummy. (also jimins busan satori is the hottest thing on earth, when he gets mad or upset, which is a lot lol. his native accent coming out? >>>)

no i kinda know what you mean!! i think people feel like ‘femininity’ (within whatever capacity we’re talking about) and dominance are exclusive events and can’t coincide?

i think we’ve mentioned it recently on this blog how open we think jimin is about sex as whole 🚶‍♀️i agree!! he’s very sexually expressive, especially through his solo songs and projects where he’s able to express himself as an individual 🕺

as a writer— and as mentioned like months ago, when i started writing requests (which was meant to be a joke but became way out of hand), barely any one ever requests jimin. i think i got one request out of 30+?🚶‍♀️ and i don’t know if it’s just my page.. or if it’s because it’s kinda obvious that i find it hard to write any of the members as subs or as a switch (simply because i don’t have a dominant bone in my body and even though i don’t necessarily see myself as the ‘reader’ in my fics, it’s hard to write the “other” character as a sub) and therefore no one was interested because they saw jimin as a switch or more subby

i think for people it’s easy to demascluinize jimin simply because he’s come to terms with himself and has been open that yeah, he isn’t what you’d call a “classic male” or doesn’t present as a “typical man” but i think that some people can’t comprehend that just because someone shows more feminine traits or qualities, or has been open about not forcing a stupid, outdated agenda onto himself. doesn’t mean he’s any less of a man 🧍‍♀️

soft dom jimin ☹️ going back to what i was saying a couple of days ago. he’s definitely the type of guy to do a lot of research to make sure he knows a lot and that what you’re doing is gonna be a safe experience for the both of you and just :( he’d definitely be a pleasure dom too. and would definitely be open about sex as a topic, probably doesn’t shy away from much

it’s okay!! i quite enjoy having these kinds of conversations with people but it’s not often i get to have them 💞

i really do see what you mean though. a lot of the twitter aus i’ve read, either it be member x member or jimin x reader he’s always basically portrayed the same in most if not all fics.

if i ever stumble across any fun dom jimin fics i’ll reblog them for you 🙏 and obviously try and write some good stuff as well whenever inspiration or motivation hits 💪

candy anon 🫂🫂🫂 that’s so cute 😭

jimin using satoori >>>>> 🕺

anyways! if you wanna go deeper into this topic at any time or literally anything else i’d love to just chat about stuff. it’s always interesting to see other peoples’ opinions on things like this

#ask #candy anon #🍭

[hypnotic-kink]

I’m sorry Tumblr is being so hypocritical to you. I just wanted to say I tested the alcohol and dirty thoughts hypothesis and I must say ideas did get far more primal the more I had… out of respect I won’t go into details but I can confirm.

I have to admit, I've tested my hypothesis several times lol but I must clarify, dirty thoughts are a given without alcohol for pretty much all of us here on the Tumblr "dark side" as I call it, maybe even a lot on the vanilla side. Am I wrong? No raised hands, so I say yes :)

What I really meant is ... add alcohol and those dirty thoughts get a "tad" lewd, ok, ok, more than a tad. If ever thinking those thoughts, I needed a filter for my mouth, it would be when I'm buzzed. Inhibitions go bye bye. Thanks for confirming but my question to you would be, were they your run of the mill dirty thoughts or does alcohol make it turn into an entire other animal? Thank you for no details, especially if they were BDSM related (the horror!) I'm sure my followers appreciate it... NOT 😂

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Wait, I just reread your ask, I'm going to assume 'primal' is the same thought process as my lewd is ... well damn, I typed that all out and I should've just said yes I'm not the only one! YaY

[wandaluvstacos]

THE ONLY SECONDS THAT MATTER

CHAPTER TWENTY IS UP!

Genre: Contemporary Romance Rating: 18+

Includes: Extensive horse nerdery + cowboys, mxm romance (1 trans + 1 cis), some discussion child abuse, some instances of trans/homophobia (it is rural Oklahoma, y'all), depression, occasional sex scene (but it’s a slow burn for sure)

Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victor’s been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and he’s ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he can’t fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anything– Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.

Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victor’s opposite. However, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnny’s life until there’s no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but there’s more to him than he’ll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if there’s anything Johnny’s taught him, it’s how to stay in the saddle.

Excerpt:

“Diego?” Victor whispered to himself, then repeated it louder, loud enough for Diego to hear. “Diego?”

Diego’s open-mouthed stare turned into a closed-mouth one, and he took a few steps closer to be better heard. Was that the same blue baseball cap that he used to wear when he went riding with Victor? Were those the same boots? Probably not. Even Diego didn’t cling to clothes that long. But those were still his eyes, dark and sweet, ringed with thick lashes and settled deep beneath expressive eyebrows. No matter what he changed, those would be the same.

“I… I thought that was your horse I saw in the class this morning, so I came looking for him,” Diego began, voice hushed because he never spoke that loudly. “Hard to forget Blitz. I couldn’t imagine you selling him.”

“What are you doing here?” Victor asked.

“Oh, uh, a cousin’s showing this week,” Diego replied. “And her kid was in the same class Blitz was, so I…” He trailed off, his attention turning to Blitz, who had reached over the stall to nuzzle his elbow. Diego’s smile was so instant and natural that it felt like a punch through Victor’s chest. “Hola, viejo amigo. Qué has estado haciendo?”

The smile lasted a few seconds, about as long as his attention on Blitz did. But then he turned to Victor and his expression turned befuddled again.

“It really is you,” Diego murmured, staring at Victor so intently that Victor wondered if he had something on his face.

“Of course it’s me.”

“Yeah, but… it’s really not.” Diego gave Victor a once-over. “Jesus christo, you’re…ah.” Diego cut himself off, looking away and shoving his hands in his pockets. How typical of him to avoid conflict by not saying what he meant.

“I’m what?”

“Dios mio, no te enojes. I’m just… shocked, that’s all. You look so different. I barely recognize you.”

“Really? What’s changed?” Victor asked sarcastically. He probably shouldn’t give Diego such a hard time, but he was still hurting after Diego rejected him. Even after Victor cancelled the wedding, they’d tried to make it work. Diego had insisted upon that, at least until the reality of Victor’s transition really hit him. Victor was not going to change his mind, and he wasn’t going through a phase. Victor really did want a beard, a low voice, and top surgery—several things Diego could not handle when all he’d wanted was a pretty wife.

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