#this is literally just the equivalent of a pin up

[st-hedge]

Is it really halloween season without a hot wolf boy moment (twili link but for some reason he is turning into a wolf)

#loz #legend of zelda #loz tp #twilight princess #link #twili link #body horror #it’s barely graphic but since his skin is peeling off #this is literally just the equivalent of a pin up #do I have a thing for hot men sitting in the grass in a gloomy atmosphere #or do I just not know what to do with legs when a character is technically not wearing pants

[sistertotheknowitall]

I love the idea of Danny being just Some Guy.

Like yes he’s Phantom, yes he has ghost powers, yes he’s the King of the Infinite Realms. But to the BatFam? That is just Some Guy. A random dude - if you will.

They are positively baffled by him. Like he’s completely normal as far as they (and the background check) can see. Yet, he. Is. EVERYWHERE. (Not actually but it sure feels like it.)

The kids have a running bingo card of where he’ll turn up. Outside a warehouse they’re raiding? Check. Stopped a mugging? He was the one being mugged. Tim’s favorite coffee shop? He was just hired as a barista.  Seriously it’s like everytime they turn around he’s there.

Which wouldn’t be such a problem if he REACTED NORMALLY. But no. He doesn’t flee in fear, stare in awe, he doesn’t even try to say thank you. This man looked Batman in the eye and called him the furry vigilante - TO HIS FACE! He casually referred to Dick as “the flying monkey one” to Red Robin while also calling Tim a literal walking Red Flag. When he crosses paths with Duke he doesn’t always speak but he does always give him a snack. (Sometimes it’s candy, sometimes it’s fruit but it’s always food. And he only gives them to Duke.)

He once told Jason that he didn’t care that he was a crime lord and built like a brick house, Danny would kick his ass and drag his “rotted milk soul” too hell if the gun fights kept going on past midnight. (He had exams in the morning damnit.)

He will only call Damian “baby ninja” no matter how many times the kid insists that his name is Robin.

Spoiler and Orphan? The only ones he’s respectful to but even they get the occasional random comment. (“It may be a Tuesday, but if the universe is gonna make me the human equivalent of a pin cushion then I have the right to keep the knife.”) (It was actually a Friday but who were they to argue with a man bleeding out in an alley.)

Eventually the Batkids start keeping score of who has had the most out of pocket thing said to them by this random white boy.

#batman crossover #batfamily #danny phantom #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny is a little shit #and a menace to society

[notquitecanon]

Look at you // Moonknight system x reader

Summary: Three words, three men. Crazy how it meant something so different coming from each of them. You cherish them all.

TW: Marvel's version of DID, sexual mentions through out, jake's section is just smut sorry I'm a whore, fingering, oral (f receiving), no use of Y/N, I don't think I mentioned specific pronouns but I used feminine descriptions of genitalia, terrible and overused Spanish. terrible and overused British slang. mentions of penetrative sex and male receiving oral. Marc is touch starved and self sabotaging but what's new? criminal overuse of italics I think that's everything worth mentioning?

I typed this up In like 30 minutes after the idea came to me. There are typos + I've never written for the moon boys before (idk how I literally never stop thinking about them) Anyways on with it:

Steven says it like he’s won a prize. His eyes light up with that amazing grin, and he holds his hands out to you like you are about to hand him whatever the archeology equivalent of a Nobel Prize is- except in this metaphor you’re also the trophy. He says it often- when he sees you in a new outfit or hair style for the first time, when he greets you after not seeing you for a couple days, when you step out of the steamy bathroom in a towel, when he’s had one too many pints at the pub and the light is hitting your eyes just right, when you kneel between his legs and look up at him. 

“Look at you!” His voice is somewhere between breathless and a growl, yet still chipper and awestruck. His eyes are roving over you as if he can’t find a favorite part about you, and he can’t- it’d be like comparing wonders of the world, “Darlin’, you look absolutely stunnin’!”  He inched closer, hands reaching out to you. You couldn't tell if it was a demand for you to close the distance or hesitation that you might not allow him to touch you. And while Steven could be fun to tease, you weren’t cruel… usually. His eyes still couldn't settle, but they kept flicking nervously- hopefully- back up to yours, “You didn’t do all this for me, did you, luv?”  “All for you, Steven.” You promised, taking his hand and placing it on your hip. His breath catches as he starts feeling the delicious fabric and he didn't wait for permission for his other hand to roam up to your hair. His eyes were still roaming, no the better word was analyzing you like you were the depiction of an ancient deity come to life. He nodded as his breath became heavy, and the sweet thing almost melted when you reach up and brush a curl from his face. He might have had wandering eyes but you had wandering hands, cupping his cheek then dragging down his neck, down his chest to the hem of that sweater you so often stole, and then underneath just to drag back up his bare chest.  “All for me, don’t know how lucked into you. Bit hard to believe, innit?” He rambled but you let him for only a moment. You playfully smacked his ribs under his shirt. It wasn’t hard to believe at all, you’d told him a thousand times just how lucky you were to have him. He breathed a laugh, shook his head, and apologized quietly. You smiled softly, reaching towards him to press a kiss to his jawline, then his cheek, and finally his lips.  When you pulled back, Steven surprisingly wasn’t still leaning into the contact like usual. This time his chocolate eyes start at your feet and rake up, painstakingly slow, “Look. at. you.”

Jake says it like he’s proving you wrong- he usually is. His smirk is as smug and irritating as it is thrilling, his eyes darken like a predator about to pounce, and his fingers flex like he’s focusing all his energy on not pouncing too quick. When something he picked out looks just right on you, when he sneaks up on you just enough to see you startle, when he makes a flush creep up your neck, when he pins you while teaching you self defense, when he pries out 'one last' orgasm after you were sure you couldn’t do it again. 

“Look at you, mi amor.” Jake teased, as if he wasn’t the reason you were the mess you had become. His strong arms were the only reason you weren’t boneless on the mattress as he held you up enough to see your reflection in corner mirror- you idly wondered if Steven and Marc were enjoying the show. Jake was grinning and his eyes are practically danced as they took in every last inch of your shaking body. If you had anymore control over your body (which you obviously don’t), you’d smack that smirk right off his smug face- and Jake would've probably liked it, the deviant, “Follame, dulce nina, lo haces tan facil.”  Unfortunately, you didn't have much control at that moment. That much was obvious to both of you (and probably your neighbors). In fact, all you had been able to manage between moans were breathy ‘pleases’ and screams of Jake’s name. Instead, you clung to him the best you could, leaving claw marks down his shoulders. Your knees had knocked back together, clamping his hand between your thighs- still too cock dumb to realize that was part of the problem. Trapping those evil but delicious fingers next to your throbbing core as you writhed through the most recent wave of pleasure. You hear Jake’s cool chuckle, but when you look at him- both of him… shit when did your eyes cross?- he’s still just watching you.  He is kind enough to wait until your eyes uncross edand your breathing to evened out before he swatted your thigh, just hard enough to make you gasp before you realized what he wanted. You couldn't even be embarrassed when he lifted it up and your slick almost shimmered on his hand in the low light.  Jake's grin was wolfish, clearly proud of his work as he rounded the corner of the bed. Leaning over you, his lips ghosted over your sweat dropped forehead and then your own swollen lips. His large hands took purchase at the soft flesh of your hips, squeezing as a warning before quickly, efficiently tugging you down to the foot of the bed where he took to his knees.  “One more for me.” It wasn’t a question or a request- a statement. You shook your head, but didn’t tell him to stop- you didn’t want him to stop but you genuinely didn’t think he could make you come again. From between your twitching thighs, he simply arced a brow. “Don’t believe me, princesa?” "Told you." Minutes later, he emerged victorious from the vice of your thighs, nose and chin practically dripping as he grinned up at you. Your fingers were still knotted in his curls as your chest heaved, stars dancing in your vision as you gasped or maybe you were screaming… you couldn’t tell. All you knew was Jake and the little circles he was rubbing on your knees with his thumb as you came back to Earth.  Jake’s dark eyes watched you like you were a living piece of art, voice rasping and zealous, yet still holding that annoyingly familiar ‘i told you so’ candor, “Dios mios, Look at you.” 

Marc says it like it just might save him. His eyes soften and his shoulders lose some tension, like the weight of the world (moon?) lessens when you’re around, and if you’re really lucky, you might catch a small, sweet, relieved smile. When you say such pretty things while he’s inside of you, when he comes home and your making enough dinner for two, when you open the curtains in the morning and the light shines in, when he looks up at you with his head on your lap and your fingers toying with his curls,  when you first wake up and the first thing you do is sleepily smile at him, and sometimes, most times, when he’s not even fronting when he’s watching as a fly on the wall as you are just as gentle and loving with Jake and Steven. 

“Look at you.” Marc whispered it, it was intimate, reverent. Like he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud. His head was in his lap and he’d been somewhere between half awake and mostly asleep for the better part of the afternoon. Jake had run the body ragged while he fronted, and now with Marc at the wheel all he wanted was to rest and be near you- not necessarily in that order. So, he didn’t argue nearly as much as usual when you simply pulled him onto the couch and pushed his had to you lap where you played with his dark curls until he went limp, sprawled over the overstuffed yet still too small couch Steven had chosen for the flat. It was comical how his long legs hung over the arm and back of the sofa, one arm draping over you and the other hanging off so his knuckles grazed the floor. But Marc knew how to be grateful, knew how to realize when he got more than the thought he deserved.  This was good. You were good. And he had known plenty of bad, so for the moment he’d soak up your good like a plant soaks up sunshine.  In between long blinks, he had watched you with soft eyes as you rotated from your latest book, scrolling on your phone, and whatever show you’d throw on the TV. Sometimes you were humming as you read or muttering comments about your show. Your free hand was twisting his curls, combing across his scalp, and occasionally gently drifting down to rub his back. God, you were a fucking angel. How could he not look at you?  “What about me?” You asked, quiet but bemused, magic fingers tracing from his hair to rest at his chin so you could see his eyes. Softer than usual. Your smile was reassuring, a promise this was real. A promise he was actually here. That he deserved to be. Marc sighed. He could wax poetic at you for the next four hours and not even cover his opening remarks on how grateful he was for you, why he didn’t deserve you, and what he’d do to keep you. But he also knew how upset it made you when he talked like that, so instead, he shook his head slightly, burrowing even closer into you if that were possibly before tugging you down to meet his lips briefly, “Someone’s feeling sentimental today. Everything alright?”  “Perfect, baby, perfect.” He promised, still openly staring. You shook your head, hiding behind your book, but Marc gently pushed the pages to the side, “How could I not be, just… look at you."

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translations:

mi amor: my love

follame, dulce nina, lo haces tan facil: fuck me, sweet girl, you make it too easy

Princesa: Princess

Dios Mios: My God / Oh my God

I'm gonna be so real with y'all I know the Spanish words need the accent marks but consider the fact that I am dumb and can't figure that out yet. Did I put three gifs to distract y'all? yes. also he's pretty. sue me.

Anyways sorry if this sucked laugh out loud

the boys during this

#moon knight x reader #Steven grant x reader #marc Spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x y/n

[cupidssweetheart0103]

♥️MCYT as Types of Munches♥️

Idk if some of these things need to have a warning, but better safe than sorry

Warnings: face sitting, power play kinda maybe, cum eating whoops, overstimulation, crying if you squint, body worship a lil, mention of alcohol/addiction?, sexual torture kinda?, mention of restraints, restraint if you squint

The MCYTs as different types of munches.

Dream-Torturous

Dream is an ass. He loves eating you out, he really does and he makes sure to tell you that, however its like a weapon. And don’t get me wrong there’s some days where he’s very sweet and doesn’t over do it, really just wanting to savor your taste, but most days it almost feels like a threat when he offers to eat you out (in a good way). He’s feral, once he starts it’s like he can’t stop until you physically can’t take it anymore, crying, squirting, shaking and aching. No matter how tight you squeeze his head with your thighs, he can’t help keep going, only stopping if you tap out. Literally. Like in wrestling when you’re put into a choke hold and you have to tap the ground or the persons arm, that’s exactly what you have to do with him. He refuses to have you restrained in any way when he eats you out for that very reason. But god, the orgasms and highs he pulls out of you are worth every ache and pain you wake up with the next morning.

Sapnap-Encouragement

Everyone has this idea that Sapnap is in love with face sitting, and I’m sure he is, but there’s something he loves more, which contributes to why he loves face sitting: Encouragement. He loves eating you out making you cum over and over again until you can’t handle it, just so he can tell you that “you’ve got this, just one more baby”. That’s half of why he loves face sitting, his encouragements have a bigger effect. He tells you to grind down on his tongue, and that you have all the power to make yourself cum. Because of your need, obviously you do; however once you try to pull away is when he wraps his arms around your thighs, pinning you to his mouth as he pulls a second, third and fourth orgasm out of you from his tongue.

Georgenotfound-Adoration

George doesn’t have the highest sex drive, so eating you out isn’t regular, but it is a must when you do have sex. He spends more time with his mouth between your legs than his hips, especially after making you cum. He has a thing for that- eating you out right after making you cum so he can taste all you have to offer. As much as that sounds like it’s a power thing, where he wants to overstimulate you, it’s not. It’s an adoration thing. Although he is rough at times and more dominant, his genuine emotional attraction to you over rides anything else. Wanting to taste everything you have to offer is part of him memorizing your body, worshiping it and adoring every drop of you. He wants to remember that taste forever, he wants to remember the way your legs quiver and the way your eyes gloss, he wants to know you better than anyone else, and that includes the way you taste.

Punz-Compersion

Eating you out is the equivalent to a quickie with Punz, except it’s never quick when he has time. If on the off chance either of you are needy and you don’t have the time for him to fully ruin you, he would be perfectly content with just eating you out and waiting until later to get any pleasure for himself. Eating you out brings him genuine pleasure, mostly from the sounds you make. However, if he has the time to indulge himself, you can bet your ass that he’s spending no less than an hour with his head between your legs. He’s an ass about it, teasing you and calling you filthy names all the while laughing when you whine, but you can see through it easily, seeing the ways his eyelids flutter close when he sucks on your clit and feeling the slight sigh of relief against your cunt when he finally gets to taste you after a long day. Yeah, he’ll act all tough and cocky, but you know he gets off on it just as much as you do.

Karl Jacobs-Service

I think you all have a general idea of what I’m going to say about him. Everyone has this idea that Karl is incredibly submissive, however I prefer to think the opposite, but the reasoning for that is for another time. Keeping that in mind, i imagine karl being more of a service dom, wanting to pleasure you being his main priority, his pleasure being secondary. He likes eating you out for fun, without any expectation of having sex or the favor being returned. Half the times he’s not even horny when he asks to, he just has an urge to make you feel good, and him getting turned on by your little whines is just a by-product. Absolutely walks up behind you while your cooking, kneels behind you to eat you out, makes you cum on his tongue, cleans you up, and smacks your ass on his way out of the room to handle his hard-on on his own.

Awesamdude- Sweet

Sam is a big guy, I feel like that’s a pretty well known fact. Muscular, tall, and over all just big. Despite his physically strong and hard appearance, his approach on eating you out is much softer than you’d expect- at first, anyways. He’d be extra gentle, kissing all over your thighs and going extra slow until your begging for him to go faster or do more. Of course since you asked so nicely he would, but only enough to make you stop begging. This man loves your thighs tucked tightly around his head, but he loves your sweet sounds more, wanting to draw out as many as possible, so his hands would be tucked under your knees with them pushed up to your chest so he could have full range and control. He’s absolutely in love with making you feel good, and seeing your face and chest flushed red with embarrassment as you cum would only motivate him to keep going. The sweetest guy really, just wanting you to feel good and be the reason you do.

Foolish- Pussy-Drunk

Foolish has learned that eating you out is the equivalent of having alcohol hooked to his arm via IV. The combination of seeing you completely loose yourself because of his tongue alone, and the distinct taste of your arousal that he is so fond of makes it addicting. No matter how you taste, knowing that it is you, that he’s tasting your arousal, knowing he’s tasting you is enough to make him love it. It lights a fire in him he can’t quite explain, maybe it’s a power rush for being able to do so much to you by doing so little, or it’s an urge to service you and give you exactly what you want, because who could say no to someone who looks so precious with their legs shaking around his head? He’d absolutely end up moaning on your cunt, one hand jerking himself off while the other held your hip gently. You’re addictive, that’s just all there is to it.

#dream smut #sapnap smut #georgenotfound smut #punz smut #karl jacobs smut #awesamdude smut #foolish smut #mcyt smut

[jester-lover]

Hiya! Saw that you had three request slots open so I thought I'd give it a go (if they aren't open anymore or you already got other requests ignore this)

I was wondering if I could request a twisted wonderland fic where the characters see the reader in traditional desi clothes for the first time, I'm not sure if you have a specific character limit so I'll just ask for Idia, Azul and Malleus. Ignore this if this goes against anything, thank you! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ♡

I couldn't find the shirt for my favorite Lehenga, so I accepted this request to cheer me up, also, my character limit is 5-10 depending on the size and detail of the request. I'll do all the characters here bc I like this request.

contains- fem! reader, fluff, mentions of insecurity

Dorm Leaders Seeing Their S/O in Traditional Desi Clothes for the First Time

Riddle

Riddle is such a blushy boy whenever he sees you in your traditional clothing

His first instinct is to put his red face in his hands and tell you how pretty you look, even though his vision is horrifically obscured

His favorite on you is definitely something red and gold, a lehenga would destroy this man

After he’s done freaking out, he’s literally so honored to be standing next to you, he’s so proud to have a pretty girl on his side

Carries around several safety pins, to keep you looking (and feeling)  your best

“You’ve blown away all my expectations, just- just give me a second to um, recuperate.”

Leona

YES

You just look so powerful in traditional clothing, and he loves powerful women

If you ever get up to dance, he’s definitely in the back, holding your purse bc he's respectful like that

Leona is happy no matter what you're wearing, but golden or saffron toned clothes just make him smile

Will you see that smile? Probably not.

“Do you need me to hold anything? I've got pockets.”

Azul

He has the most shy deposition around you whenever you're dressed up!

Cannot look you in the eyes

If you're wearing SILVER?? Just put him in a coffin already because he’s GONE

Will be holding your hand for the entire party, refuses to admit he’s jealous

Honestly who wouldn't be, you look perfect!!

Definitely the type to wear a kurta alongside you (if you feel like dressing him up)

Azul cannot dance for the life of him, he will be at all the family functions eating all the pakoras

“Look, we match! Now nobody will think I’m single!”

Kalim

He has the sweetest smile on his face

(Aladdin is a mishmash of so many cultures, and desi cultures are one of them, so I assume he’s seen traditional clothing before)

Something about you in your sweet, flowing traditional clothing opens a domestic hole in his heart

He already wants you as a wife, but seeing you in clothing he’s used to seeing on the women back home is probably the final curtain

You own his heart, everything that is his is yours

(politely ask him to wait a couple years before popping the question)

“Would you prefer an evening wedding or a morning one?”

Vil

For once in his life, he genuinely can't find anything to complain about

Vil is so giddy at the thought of doing your makeup, or draping your dupatta, but you will never see that on his face

You will look so good with this man istg

Makeup? Matching the clothes. The clothes? Impeccable.

You will catch him reaching for more traditional clothing if you ever ask him for fashion suggestions

“The lipstick needs to be berry toned to match the rest of your clothing, and perhaps, to match mine.”

Idia

Man is resetting

He’s doing the people equivalent of blue screening

THIS MAN CANNOT LOOK YOU IN THE EYES (because of how pretty you look!!)

He’s highkey questioning how tf you wanted him in the first place, you have to remind him he’s a cutie too!

He’s definitely not going to whatever event you've gotten all dolled up for, but he’s hyped in your behalf

He's like super rich, so he’s definitely getting you more clothes, tailor made and all

“You, you look, uh, really nice..”  

Malleus

Oh he’s def thinking about locking you up in a tower somewhere as we speak

JK!!!! (probably)

My boy is so obsessed with you, he’s tailing behind you at whatever event you're at (assuming for once he's invited) just staring at how pretty you look

This is the dramatic boy who would carry you if you got tired dragging along all that heavy clothing

Also holding on to you, making sure you don’t trip by accident

“Please wear this again, you look radiant.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x female reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit x reader #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #desi reader #desi!reader

[lets-try-some-writing]

For the record, I blame TikTok for this idea.

So I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen or experienced one these godforsaken kiddie Jigsaw traps, but in the US we have these fucking metal slides 🛝 that are literally death contraptions on some of our public playgrounds. It’s basically a Canon Event for everyone, doesn’t matter if you’re a kid or an adult, to get their shit absolutely wrecked (and their asses and the back of their legs burned if it’s summer) on the way down these slides crafted by satan himself for character development that spit you out at Mach Jesus speed and quit literally skin you a new one during the process.

How would the TFP Autobots react to their humans going down a metal slide and just being shot out and tumbling out of the end like a can of coke in a vending machine?

Or better, what if the TFP Autobots (as holoforms) went down a metal slide? Possibly acting as a gigantic bowling balls and slamming into some poor unsuspecting human children like they were bowling pins? 🎳

Back on Cybertron, before the war, did Cybertron have their own equivalent of the notorious metal slides on their sparkling playgrounds?

I have indeed felt the wrath of the satanic metal slides. I've lived all over the globe and it seems like every country has their own lovely rendition of the terror that is the human grill disguised as playground equipment. Many a childhood memory has involved being chucked around on one like a bowling ball. I love this idea so thank you for coming up with it for me.

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The team were well aware that the humans had to keep their young entertained. Cybertron has its own rendition of the human 'playgrounds' to keep rambunctious sparklings from getting into trouble. Thus they were not at all surprised when the children one day asked to stop and check out a playground on the way back from school.

Optimus and Ratchet had been out taking a drive together in order to take a break away from it all, but quickly decided to come park with the rest of the team while the children played. Ratchet would die before admitting it, but watching the children play brought him a degree of comfort. There had been no sparklings amongst their kind for centuries, and so seeing the young of another race play so freely was a minor comfort. The team shared the same sentiment as they watched Rafael go up and down on the swings and chuckled at Jack doing his best to keep Miko from fooling around and possibly breaking something.

Of course the moment of quiet joy came to an end when Miko, in all her infinite wisdom, declared that going down the slide was in their best interest. By that point Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen, and Wheeljack had parked as well, each wanting to see what had the attention of the other members of the team. They too were quickly drawn into watching as a rather spectacular scene played out that brought forth old memories in all of them.

Jack had opted to go first down the metal slide at the playground, curtesy of Miko calling him names. He seemed to contemplate the universe at large as he patted down his trousers, pulled up his socks, tucked in his shirt, and laid his arms across his chest. He looked to the team almost pleadingly before he sat down and very nearly threw himself down the slide as an unfortunate hiss echoed from where the sweat from his play was turned to vapor. The team collectively watched in horror as Jack was thrown off the end of the metal abomination and sent careening into the wood chipping that made up the ground around the playground. Arcee very nearly transformed to check on him but remained still at the prompting of the rest of the team and in response to Jack groaning and getting up, albeit with a lovely red mark on his face from where his cheek unfortunately hit the edge of the slide on the way down.

The team were still reeling when Rafael was forcefully pushed down the abomination as well, not having been given any time to prepare for the trial ahead. The small child stood no chance as his tiny body was bat around like a ping pong ball and promptly shot off the end of the slide as well, joining Jack in his misery. Ratchet almost burst a wire as he watched the two boys compare burns and cuts from where the wood chipping got them. Optimus and Ultra Magnus both were trying to comprehend what the point of going down was. Wheeljack and Smokescreen were stuck trying to understand why children would go down a grill like surface. Meanwhile Bulkhead struggled alongside Arcee to not transform and check on their charges. In the end the team remained still, each keeping their disguises in place as Miko prepared to go. However due to her cruelty toward Rafael, Jack opened up his water bottle and dunked her with it just as she was going down.

Miko screamed as she slowed down to a horrible speed on the abomination. There was not enough water to make her go faster, and so instead she got stuck, forcing her to roll the remainder of the way down to avoid burns. She tumbled off the edge like a bowling ball and careened right into the wood chips. The team were left in absolute shock as she got up, looked over her burns, and called it a day. Seeing the children's reaction toward it all had Smokescreen breaking cover somewhat to call out with a question.

Smokescreen: Why do you do that? Doesn't heat hurt you squishies?

Miko: Yeah, but this is a coming of age thing.

Smokescreen: How? This doesn't seem like a useful ritual.

Jack: Every kid goes through this Smokes. Out here where its hot, you must learn the wrath of the metal slide.

Smokescreen: But... it hurts right?

Rafael: Yeah, that's why I don't like going on them. But like Jack said, its just something you do as a kid. Its a rite of passage of sorts.

Miko: YUP! You didn't have a childhood if your legs weren't skinned by one of these bad boys!

Smokescreen: It can't be that bad. Its just a slide!

In large part due to morbid curiosity, Smokescreen took what the children said as a challenge and hurriedly formed his holoform. Before the team could stop him, he stood at the top of the slide, smiling as if he weren't about to face agony. Miko grinned, Jack groaned, and Rafael looked away as Smokescreen who with no idea how the survival strategies of metal slides worked, threw himself down it. The rookie screeched as he got stuck halfway down due to poor momentum and hurriedly scrambled to get off in time. He grabbed the edge of the slide, ignoring the burns in order to hurl himself into the bark below. He laid on the ground groaning as the children laughed and winced. The team were shocked for the most part. Smokescreen was a trained soldier, and while certainly not the most experienced, he was no weak link. Pain was not unusual for him to experience on the battlefield.

For him to scream and panic? What started as concern turned to similar morbid curiosity as one by one the team formed their holoforms to attempt the trial of humanity's children. Other children came to the playground and began to giggle and laugh as the team lined up and watched as each made an attempt to best the rite of passage for human spawn. Smokescreen only managed to drag himself to his feet after a toddler stepped on his fingers. At that point he joined the rest of the team, forming an odd line of strange adults all waiting for their turn to best the slide, or at least attempt it.

Wheeljack, in his similar infinite wisdom, opted to go next. Having seen the children's attempt and Smokescreen fudged one, he was ready. Ensuring his holoform had gloves, he prepared himself to go. However he he forgot about the benefit of having long sleeves as he threw off his jacket in a celebratory manner and plopped down on the slide, arms crossed over his chest like Jack did when he went. Unlike Smokescreen, he did not scream when the torture that was the blazing hot slide hit his bare arms, but he did make an undignified sound as he was careened off the end of the slide and sent tumbling out of the bounds of the playground and onto the cement. He proceeded to scramble to his feet to get off the cement only to promptly trip into the bark, face first. Miko laughed herself half to death, and seeing Wheeljack's attempt, Optimus, Ultra Magnys, and Ratchet raised their metaphorical white flags and sat back, none wanting to be involved.

Wheeljack and Smokescreen, both having been defeated quite brutally, sat beside the Prime and medic, both grumbling at their loss. Ultra Magnus sighed and returned to his vehicle mode as Bulkhead, quite sure of his ability, decided to be the one to go next and test his mettle on the human torture device that even children could overcome. He took great care ensuring his holoform was covered head to toe, and he even went so far as to add goggles to his outfit just to be safe. He was ready, and so he threw himself down the slide with even more aggression than Wheeljack. He did actually manage to survive the slide itself, but he ended up flying off the end of the metal abomination and skidding across the wood chips, right into a group of children. The children rightfully began crying and parents quickly hurried to chastise the wrecker. Sensing the situation was about to become worse, Bumblebee, not wanting Smokescreen to have one over on him, decided that sliding with Arcee was the most efficient.

Thus just as Optimus and Ratchet got up to try and deescalate the situation at the foot of the slide, Bumblebee with his spectacular planning ability, plopped Arcee down in front of him and sent them both sliding down the metal abomination. They screeched as they sped up, losing control about halfway down and spinning a bit. Optimus for his part hurriedly gathered up the human children and pushed the parents away in time for the duo to go flying off the end. But Bulkhead who was receiving a lecture from Ratchet, happened to see the flying set of mecha in their holoforms, and barely moved aside in time for Ratchet to get the brunt of the crash. All three were left groaning as they were skidded across the wood chips, with Ratchet cursing up a storm in Cybertronian and Bee hurriedly rushing back to his vehicle mode so as to hopefully speed off before the wrath of the resident medic could reach him.

At the end of it all the children were laughing so hard they could hardly breathe and Optimus could only sigh in the manner of a truly tired parent as the led his team back to base. Upon arrival, the children only had one thing to say aside from their mockery.

Miko: Did you bots not have slides on Cybertron?

The team fell silent as they absorbed the question. The younger members of the team looked to the elder who gained a haunted but wistful expression on their faces. Swiftly speaking in Cybertronian, Ratchet moved forward to reply.

Ratchet: We did have 'slides' in a sense. There were ramps where young sparklings would test their ability to transform and either launch into the air if they were fliers, or fly and flip if they were grounders.

Rafael: Then why do you sound so afraid of them?

Ratchet, two seconds away from cursing: Because child, much like your human rite of passage nonesense, every single sparkling with access to such a ramp tested their skill against it-

Bulkhead: And every last one of them ate slag at least a dozen times before getting it right.

Even Ultra Magnus and Optimus seemed haunted as Ratchet played a video file, one showing a young unnamed sparkling standing at the top of a ramp. The sparkling smiled, seemingly confident while others watched on and observed. Within a moment the sparkling had transformed as much as they were able considering their youth and skidded down the ramp. Only instead of performing gracefully, the young Cybertronian flew through the air, flipping and careening until they returned to root mode just in time to hit the rubbery looking ground with a thunk.

Seeing the image has the elder members of the team nodding as if it were normal while the sparkling in the video wailed in a strange mix of static and binary until their Caretaker came to soothe them. It was not the same, but Cybertronians had their own sparklinghood rite of passage.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #ratchet #bumblebee #bulkhead #arcee #ultra magnus #smokescreen #wheeljack #tfp kids #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #jack darby #playground slides man #a bloody nightmare those things #the team have now learned the horror #cybertronian culture

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Space Opera AU dashboard simulator 2 (but there's plot if you squint) (probably worse than its predecessor)

🚀 renthepilot

HAPPY BITRHDAY TO ME!! I TURN 7!!! :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 RD

❤️ falsewell

Happy 7th birthday Ren! :)

🚀 renthepilot

Thank u FalsE!!!!!! :DDDDDD >.< RD

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... Why is my 17yo ET1blr mutual talking to a 7yo on Sunblr. I came here for analysis posts but apparently she's babysitting her cousin or perhaps a strangely intelligent dog??

❤️ falsewell

I mean, I would be worried if a 7yo was piloting the glider I race in 🤨

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WDYM THAT GUY IS YOUR RACE PARTNER? OMFG I AM SO SORRY

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Chat do you remember when we found RK and QoH's Sunblr accounts from when they weren't famous and were just two kids in illegal races. Because it was hysterical. Hands up if you thought falsewell was someone's canon url and not QoH herself.

🪓 handoftheking

That interaction was pretty cute to be honest. Ren's still 7 the last I checked.

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[deep sigh] littlewood at the scene of the crime as always

#WHYYYYYYY is he chronically online #he needs to be stopped and locked up #i bet he scrolls through the treebark tag every day #he knows Too Much #do you think he brings up sunblr during dinner #and etho and bigb look at him like hes insane

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save me queen of hearts

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queen of hearts

🔥 yaoihell Follow

queen of hearts save me

🏐 apollos-dodgeball 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 Follow

Congratulations on the prophecy!

[Beep boop, this is a gimmick blog!]

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what the actual fuck.

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i think i hauve the plague

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🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

hi babes the demons in my head won so new fic!!

i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me, pa-pa paparazzi

pairing: the red king x blue stalker (they/them) (exterra 1 rpf)

summary: why are you as a bounty hunter so intent on hunting ren down? what do you want to do with him? pin him against a wall and kiss him until he's breathless and melting like putty in your hands?

word count: 10.1k

tags: enemies to lovers, angst, hurt no comfort, whump, ust, no actual smut, making out, blood, slight knifeplay, submissive rk, open ending

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🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

Listen, I don't do RPF, I can handle Treebark (because I have eyes), but this is crossing a line. Especially after the accusations by RK. I think his evidence is pretty compelling.

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dead dove do not eat. i am aware this is a fucked up dynamic but it's fictional. it's not like the real blue stalker has a toxic codependent attraction to the guy they're assigned to kill (btw i mained qoh so i completely understand where you're coming from)

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oh.

🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

hey

so do you wanna kiss before the haters get to you?

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of course. can we get married

#love can be found on the battlefield in more ways than one #fave post #annoying treebark fans fuck off!!!!!!

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🌹 fyeahroseduo Follow

Coming out as a falsedog shipper is harder than coming out as gay

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

TEN YEARS????

Time is not real

🌃 nightpatrols Follow

I had vivid flashbacks. I feel faint. This post caused so much drama omfg. I need a treebark equivalent on my desk by 8am sharp next morning

🪓 handoftheking

Coming out as a Treebark shipper is harder than coming out as bi

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WHAT THE FUFHUBFBFUOUOFFUCK

#HES IN OUR WALLS #HE STARTED THE SHIP #this is gonna sweep the next unhinged moment poll #??!?1!?!???!?!?! #HATE THIS LUMIAN GLOWY ASS #btw for non et1 mutuals: this man is literally bi #yeah hes really gay for his pilot. yeah we all know #theyre always holding hands and shit #edit: DID HE REBLOG THIS AT 7:30AM #IDK HOW PLANETZONES CONVERSATION WORKS #*conversion #listen i failed school 2 years in a row ok 😭

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Music video of the day is: R8cer Boi by Avril Lavigne!

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who the fuck is renn dog

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who has little wood

🎵 daily-music Follow

why are y'alls twink racers larping as royals from medieval era planet earth

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sorry for calling the queen of hearts a twink. im sorry women

#im so done with yalls bullshit #who are these people #why do they show up in my tags

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#space opera au #i feel delirious. i think i hauve a stomachache #dashboard simulator #treebark #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #long post #unreality

[thegreatcaptainusopp]

Equivalent Exchange

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Summary: Usopp hears the news about the Merry. Instead of getting angry, he gets quiet. It doesn’t get better. Water 7 AU

“The Going Merry can’t be repaired any further.”

Time slows down.

Usopp feels himself breathe in slow motion (one-two-one-two) as the crew turn as one in his direction, waiting to see how he reacts. He sits with the feeling, letting it grow and fester, sensing the tension and fear ratchet up amongst the rest of them. Sees Luffy’s face, pulled taut and as serious as he’s ever seen it.

The anger grows.

But-

You’re lying, he shouts, struggling against the large hands holding him. You’re lying! You gave up!

That won’t work. He needs to save Merry. He needs to find something that works. And he’s not going to be able to do that if he gives in to the anger. It’s not what she needs.

We did everything we could. Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do.

“Okay,” Usopp says, tone as flat as he can make it. “Okay. How can we be sure? Who told you this? Can we trust their opinion?”

Nami’s face screws up. “Usopp…” She says softly.

He doesn’t look her way.

“Experts,” Luffy responds. He’s giving him a look Usopp has never seen on Luffy before: a mix of weary and nervous. “Guys who know what they’re talking about. There’s too much damage.”

“Have you gotten a second opinion?” Usopp asks. “That’s what people do, you know. They get second opinions, when it’s something this serious. Have we done that?”

Luffy’s eyes tighten. Ooops. That was probably too bitter.

Whatever. They want him to be okay with getting rid of Merry? They’ll survive a little bitterness.

“Usopp,” Sanji steps in now. “They gave us an explanation. They said that she’s too damaged, end of story. She can’t continue, she’ll literally break apart.”

“Okay,” Usopp says. “I heard that part. What specifically, though? What exactly is wrong with the Merry and why can’t they fix it?”

He sees Sanji throw a glance back at Nami, who takes a careful step forward herself. Luffy stays where he is, pinning Usopp with a hard, staring look. “Usopp,” Nami says, voice stuttering out in uncertainty. “It’s to do with the keel. It’s broken, which means the ship is unfixable. It’s done.”

Usopp breathes in, then out again. He looks down at his knees. “The keel,” He repeats, head spinning.

It’s in her blood…there’s nothing we can do now.

He grits his teeth. “Did we ask someone else?” He asks. “I get…I get these are experts. But we need that second opinion I mentioned, right? Right?”

Usopp lifts his head up and almost flinches back: Luffy had moved, unheard, in the time that he hadn’t been looking, and is now standing almost right in front of him. His arms are crossed, and his stare is just as piercing, but less sharp. “I made the choice,” Luffy says firmly, but not sternly. “She can’t keep going. And we can’t hurt her, or ourselves, by making her do it.”

You know…she’s at peace now. It’s alright.

Usopp feels the heat of angry determination crawl up his neck and settle on his cheeks. No, he says, past and present. No.

How does he fight against this final decision? Luffy won’t budge, he knows that, and nobody else seems like they’re going to help…

It’s your turn, Usopp realizes. You need to make the sacrifice. That’s the only way this is going to work.

Usopp shifts, uncrossing his legs, rising up to his knees. “I understand,” He says, steeling himself. It’s not about you. “But-”

And, before he can talk himself out of it, he leans forward, head touching the ground. The wood is cool, but it burns across his forehead.

He feels rather than hears the chorus of gasps, of sharp inhales, that echo through the crew. “Please,” He says, cursing the wobble at his voice at the word. “Give me some time. I’ll find a second opinion, I’ll give the Merry a second chance. You won’t have to do a thing, I’ll take care of all of it myself. Just. Give me time. Let me try this. Please.”

The silence is the loudest thing he’s ever heard. Faint tremors run up his arms, through his aching knees. The wood below his forehead burns hotter.

It’s his last play. Please, he echoes, inside this time. Please.

“Okay.”

Usopp’s head jerks off the floor, gaze immediately landing on his captain. Luffy’s face has changed entirely: eyes wide, head cocked to the side, voice soft. “Okay, Usopp. But I can’t give you a lot. We need to get out there, keep going. So. Two days. And then, come and tell me, okay? If you’ve succeeded or not.”

Usopp leaps up to his feet so quickly that stars dance against his vision. “Thank you!” He gasps out, and turns to run out the room. He doesn’t have much time. “I’ll be back soon.”

He doesn’t look at anyone else’s faces. He doesn’t want to know how they’re looking back at him.

-

Usopp runs into the night.

He doesn’t have a destination, at first—he just goes, blood pumping, lungs burning, gasping out for breath. He doesn’t know how long it takes before he can’t go any longer, and stumbles to a stop, leaning against a wall so he doesn’t collapse to the ground. His body hurts so badly.

He puts his face in his hands. What am I gonna do?

He’s the Merry’s last chance. He can’t afford to stand here, doing nothing. He has to make this work.

Usopp pushes himself off the wall, looking around to try to get his bearings. “Plan,” He mutters to himself. “Plan, I need a plan…”

Okay. Step one: get a second opinion. Should be easy, right? In this city of shipbuilders, surely someone will be able to help him figure this out, even at this time of night? All he has to do is approach a shopfront and—

Oh. No money.

Usopp looks at the bustling city, deep in thought. He doesn’t have any money, so he’s not going to be able to hire anybody to take a look at the Merry. That’s…that’s a problem. A big problem.

And whose fault is that? Echoes in his head. Who’s the idiot who lost the money?

Usopp shakes the thought away. No money, so he’s going to have to get some. And to get some…he knows some tricks, some street magic, but that’s not going to get more than a few berry and not nearly enough to afford a shipbuilding consult, let alone a repair team…

He doesn’t know the city well enough to know where else to go to make some quick cash. So, solutions. What else? What else can he do?

She needs medicine, and you need to give her the right foods, but it’s going to cost you…

Usopp feels his heart start racing again, so he just moves, hoping the walk will give him some balance. If not money, he’s gonna have to see if he can get someone who can help him for free. But who would do that, and why? They don’t know anyone here, and nobody owes them anything—

At this, Usopp stutters to a complete stop, eyes widening. Oh.

Well. That isn’t quite true, is it?

He looks around. What was once a foreign place is starting to look familiar, store fronts and docks look recognizable, and he realizes he’s been here before. His body had naturally led him to a direction he’d already been, giving him a plan before he’d even realized it.

This is stupid, he thinks, vaguely hysterical, as the plan solidifies in his head. This is so so stupid. I’m gonna get myself killed.

It’s for Merry. It’s for a crewmate. At this scale? It’s going to take a sacrifice to make sure she gets better, and he’s the only one who’s willing to do it. And, well. He’s responsible too, and he needs to make sure he fixes his mistakes.

Soul for a soul, he thinks, looking out at the crowd, past the people, out into the distance. Equivalent exchange.

And, only shaking a little bit, he goes forward.

-

Usopp hits his first roadblock rather quickly.

Where there used to be a large building, constructed haphazardly but solidly, is now a pile of debris. The place has been razed to the ground, bits and pieces scattered everywhere, unrecognizable. There’s a crowd standing around, but it’s starting to thin, the novelty of the sight clearly starting to wear off. It’s a recent enough event to draw onlookers, but not new enough to keep them.

Usopp just stares. This…this is…

Why didn’t they tell him? Why…?

Well. They didn’t really have time to bring it up, but still.

Because there’s only one reason that the Franky family’s hideout has been reduced to rubble in the matter of a few hours. There’s only one group of people that could’ve done that and would’ve had a reason to do that between then and now.

He feels tears prick at his eyes. For me?

So they get it. They have to, having done this. So why couldn’t they wait for Merry? Why, when given the option, would they fight for him but not for her? He isn’t even the one that carries them all day, every day!

He shakes his head. He doesn’t have time for this. And, while grateful that his crew would go to these lengths for him, it’s going to make everything a lot more complicated.

Usopp doesn’t have another choice, though. And so he goes forward, pushing through the crowd, looking for a familiar face, until-

Ah.

A large man with an unbuttoned red shirt and blue hair is standing despondently at the edges of the debris. He stares at the mess, arms at his sides, shoulders and head bowed.

Not the best time, but well. He doesn’t have a choice.

Gritting his teeth, Usopp makes his final push, stumbling out the edge of the almost-dispersed crowd into the debris proper. He makes his approach, darting his eyes left and right to check if anyone else from the group is still there, but there are no familiar faces.

“Hey,” He says, voice emerging more quietly than he’d anticipated. The man doesn’t turn.

Usopp clears his throat. “Hey!” He says, louder now.

This time, the man whirls around, coming face to face with Usopp. He looks up (and up and up) at the man, nerves rising at his sheer size.

The man frowns over his sunglasses. “Who’re you?” He asks, staring at Usopp. “You look familiar, have we-?”

He looks toward Usopp’s body, taking in the bandages and the swelling and the injuries, and then back up to settle on his face. The man’s eyes go wide. “You?”

Usopp crosses his arms. “Me,” He says. “Look, before you say anything…”

“What are you doing here?” The man says, seemingly baffled. “Isn’t it enough that your friends did…this?” And here, he gestures to the ruins around him. “Why are you back here? And alone? Are you stupid?”

This is very much not where Usopp expected this conversation to go. “No!” He says, slightly offended. “Just listen, okay? I’m here to—”

“If it’s the money you want, it’s gone,” The man interrupts him. “There’s nothing here for you now. Look, there’s nothing I want more right now than to get revenge for what happened here but frankly I don’t have the energy to start a war with your crazy friends at the moment. Just leave, and I’ll forget you ever came.”

“No,” Usopp says, feeling the opportunity start to slip from his fingertips. “No, it’s nothing like that. Just listen to me, okay? Please.”

The man almost seems to do a double take. “What?” He asks. “What do you want?”

He’s listening, Usopp thinks, almost awed. “Are you a shipwright?” He asks. “And are you any good?”

“Am I—” The man’s eyebrows shoot up into his blue hair. “Of course I am! And am I good?” He puffs his chest out, strangely silly for his general demeanor. “I’m the best.”

That’s exactly what Usopp had wanted to hear. “Excellent,” He says. “Okay. I want to hire you, then. For a shipwright job.”

The man stares at him for a beat, then another. Usopp’s nerves rise, but before he can open his mouth again, the man throws back his head and laughs.

“You want to what?” The man asks, bellowing laughter echoing across the debris. “What, you’re gonna give me the rest of your money? After everything that happened here?”

“Well,” Usopp says, trying not to fidget anxiously. “Not really. You’ve already been paid. That money you took? Advance payment for this job. You do this, we’re all good.”

The man’s laughing cut off abruptly. “Oh?” He asks, amusement slowly fading out of his voice. “You don’t think that this,” He gestures at the ruins around him. “was revenge enough for that money? I’d say we got paid back for that, and in spades.”

“No,” Usopp says, crossing his arms and wincing as they press into his wounds. “Your house was payback for this,” and he gestures towards his injured body. “The money was for a job. You guys broke me so you got something broken back. You got money? You owe me a job for that. Just a job. And then you’ll be good to go.”

“I owe you?” And here the man’s voice turns dangerous, and Usopp swears internally. He’s losing him. “Look around you and tell me if I owe you. In fact, tell me why I don’t owe you another beat down right now, and I might let you go this time.”

Shit. Well, he’s in it now, so he might as well go for it. Merry, he thinks, and that’s enough to keep him from running.

“Look,” Usopp says. “Let’s look at this logically, okay? It makes sense. Hurt for hurt, right? You hurt me, they hurt you. We paid you, you pay us in work. It just makes sense. And, you’re right, I get it. Is this the smartest thing to do? Probably not. And the fact that I could only think to come here for help means that I really need it.”

The man backs down, but still looks confused. “Yeah,” he says. “What could possibly have led you back here like this? What’s the job?”

“Our ship,” Usopp says, barely holding back from pleading. “She’s a great ship. Carried my crew and I a long way, and really well too. She’s protected us for so long, and she needs some protecting back. Someone told us she was unfixable, and I need to make sure we try everything. That’s the job. Will you take a look?”

The man scratches his head. “Well,” He says. “Sounds like a super ship, but I have to be honest with you here. All of this damage? It costs way more than what I took from you. In so many ways. It’s not gonna cover a look at your ship. If you want that, too? It’s gonna cost you an arm and a leg, at the very least.”

Usopp’s head spins. “Look,” He says, “I don’t have—”

“Then we’re done,” The man says, crossing his arms. “I’ll let you leave, but I don’t want to see you around here again.”

No. This is his only shot, he can’t do anything else…

An arm and a leg, huh?

Usopp takes a breath, then another. Sacrifice, he thinks. The sacrifice has to match the outcome. Equivalent exchange.

He said he’d do anything, right?

“Okay,” Usopp says. “Fine.”

“Fine what?” The man asks, frowning. “You leaving?”

“No,” Usopp says. He carefully orients himself, then lowers himself to sit on the ground, amongst the rubble. “Arm and a leg, right? Okay. Let’s do it. You want both? I said okay.”

The man actually takes a step back. “What?” He asks, disbelief in his voice. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t have money,” Usopp says, and his body is shaking now. “But I have an arm and a leg. If you want that, go ahead. You can take them right now. But you have to look at my ship after that. And I mean right after. I don’t have time. You’re my only shot, or we have to leave her behind. I was only given two days to make this happen.”

“You’re crazy,” the man says, shaking his head. “What do you mean? You want me to saw off your limbs for this ship? Are you serious?”

“I’m serious,” Usopp says. He holds out a trembling arm. “Come on. You have an axe or whatever? You gonna do this here?”

“No,” the man says, stepping back. “You’re serious. I’m not taking those, kid! It’s a figure of speech. I’m not cutting you into pieces, why would I do that? No way!”

Usopp shrugs. “I know,” He says. “But this is what I have. And if that’s going to convince you—”

He cuts himself off as the man wraps a large hand around his raised arm. “No!” He says, and pulls Usopp to his feet. “Stand up, kid. Holy shit. Fine, you’ve convinced me. I get it. Just…okay, fine. Take me to this ship, okay? I want to see what could’ve caused you to do this.”

Usopp blinks up at him. “Really?”

“Yes,” the man says almost exasperated. He pushes Usopp forward. “Come on, let’s go. Before I change my mind.”

Usopp’s mind spins. He feels vaguely nauseated. “Thank you,” Is all he can think to say, stumbling forward. “Thank you.”

“Don’t…well. Don’t mention it seems crazy for this situation.” The man says, following after him. “But, what the hell. I like crazy. I’m Franky, by the way. Nice to…meet you? Again?”

Usopp can’t help but let out a crazed giggle. “Franky,” He repeats. “Hi. I’m Usopp.”

-

The walk back to the Merry is…strange.

Usopp is riding the high of a successful plan, and the adrenaline of almost losing a couple of limbs (oh my god why did I do that oh my god I might have just saved Merry) and so finds that the first part of their journey passes in a blur of repeating street corners and crowds. As the adrenaline fades, though, and the aching in his body returns tenfold, his fear grows. What if this Franky decides to ditch halfway through the trip back? He can’t have that.

He slows down a little to make sure he’s level with the shipwright. “Hey,” He says, trying to ignore the pain in his body. “So. The Merry’s main problem is the keel, just so you know. It’s damaged.”

Franky frowns. “I see,” He says. “That’s a rough one, but I won’t be able to give you an answer til I see it. The keel, huh? Your Merry’s been through some things, I can tell.”

Usopp can’t help the wobbly smile that crosses his face. “She has,” He says. “You won’t believe everything she’s been through, it’s amazing.”

“Yeah?” Franky says. “Like what?”

And once Usopp starts, he doesn’t stop. He ends up monopolizing the rest of the walk back, tripping over his words, explaining every step of their journey with the Merry thus far in every detail she deserves. He doesn’t feel the rest of the time pass until he blinks and realizes he’s looking at the ship herself, and the familiar, comforting sight of her figurehead.

“That’s her,” Usopp says, pointing in her direction. His voice is raspy from all the talking. “That’s the Merry.”

He looks anxiously to the side, suddenly worried if he’s scared off the ship’s last hope. But Franky is still there, and he doesn’t look annoyed or irritated. Just…ready.

“Huh,” And here, Franky, lifts the sunglasses from his face, meeting the figurehead’s gaze directly. “Nice to meet you, Merry. Let’s see what we can get done here.”

Usopp takes a shallow breath. The aches in his body hit him all at once, and all he wants to do is sit down. But he can’t. “Okay,” He says. “Follow me, I’ll show you where the damage is.”

He leads Franky around the side, noting the quiet darkness of the ship. The rest of the crew are either wandering the city, or are asleep inside the ship. Either way, it shouldn’t be a bother for them if they—

He stops abruptly.

There, reclining on the mast’s base, arms behind his head and legs crossed, is Zoro. He’s usually napping like this, but he isn’t now. Instead, his eyes are open, glinting in the city light. His stare is locked unblinkingly on the two of them, Usopp and Franky, and he stays completely still.

Strangely, illogically, Usopp feels a chill of fear run up his spine.

“Zoro,” He stutters. “Hi. I, um, I just brought,” He points behind him, finger shaking. “He’s going to give us a second opinion on the ship.”

He doesn’t think Zoro recognizes who Franky is (and he won’t say his name, just in case), but he still holds his breath. The fear only grows as Zoro uncrosses his legs and sits up in one fluid motion.

Zoro’s eyes dart from Usopp to the man behind him and stay there. “Hm,” He says. “You sure found someone quick.”

Usopp’s laughter sounds nervous even to his own ears. “Yeah,” He says, scratching the back of his head. “Well, you know. We’re in shipwright territory, so. That worked out for us.”

He tries not to quail back as Zoro’s eyes leave Franky to rest back on him. His eyes narrow as he frowns, examining him further. “Everything good?” He asks.

“Yes!” Usopp answers too abruptly, too quickly. “Yeah. We’ll just. We’ll just take a look now, okay? Be back in a bit.”

He takes off, rounding the corner and around the dock area to the ship’s other side. The adrenaline has kicked back in, the pain in his body a forgotten memory.

He breathes out as he leaves Zoro’s sight, Franky close behind him. “What was that?” Franky asks, soon as they’re out of earshot. “What’s going on there?”

Usopp tries to slow his breathing. “Nothing,” He snaps. “That’s my crewmate. He doesn’t know who you are so we better keep it that way. To keep the peace.”

“Fair enough,” Franky says. “But was that all? You seemed…I don’t know. I saw the shit get beaten out of you and you were less scared than you were just then.”

Usopp does not want to talk about this. He can barely even begin to explain it himself. “No I wasn’t,” He says, then points to the ship. “Anyway. Here we go. What do you think? What can be done?”

Franky fixes him a look, but doesn’t comment. “Alright,” He says, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on the ground. “Keel, you said?”

“Yeah,” Usopp replies, as Franky sheds his open shirt next to the glasses. “It should be near the—”

He’s interrupted by a splash as Franky jumps right into the water, droplets landing on his face and clothing as the man sinks below the surface. “Showoff,” He mutters, carefully gathering himself before dropping to the ground, cross legged.

Waiting is always the worst part, so he tries not the think about it, tapping his fingers against his knee, trying to establish a rhythm…

How long? Well, you’re going to have to wait a little longer. You know how these things go. We can’t give you a clear answer on her condition until-

Usopp shakes his head, trying to force all thoughts from his head. He counts backward from a 1000 in threes, 1000, 997, 994, 991…

His concentration is disrupted when a a splash sounds from below, Franky bursting out the water in a single movement. He’s silent, swimming up to haul himself back to the dock, which causes Usopp’s skin to break out goosebumps. Not good…

Franky plants himself next to Usopp. “There’s no easy way to say this,” He begins.

There’s no easy way to say this,

“…but she’s dead.”

But she’s dying.

Usopp freezes. “What do you mean?” He asks, heart pounding.

“Just that,” Franky says grimly, wiping the water off his torso with his wet hand. “Whoever you got to look at the ship before was right. It’s a miracle she got you this far, honestly. There’s damage, and then there’s this. I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s gone. Even I can’t fix her, and I’m the best there is.”

Usopp screws his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Pull yourself together. He chants. Pull yourself together.

“Okay,” Usopp rasps, wobbling back up to his feet. “Fine. Thanks for coming to take a look. I’ll just…do you know anyone else I can ask? Just, for, you know. A second opinion?”

“Thought that was me,” Franky says, standing up with him. He tugs his shirt back on.

“Third opinion, then,” Usopp says, turning to make his way back. “Til I find someone who can help. I don’t have much time, so sorry I can’t say a proper bye or anything, I’ll just—”

“Didn’t you hear me?” Franky blocks his path, then slides his sunglasses back into place. “Nobody’s going to be able to fix this, she’s gone. Best you can do is give her a graceful exit.”

End of life care is all you have available right now…

Usopp grits his teeth. “I have two days,” He says. “I’m going to do everything I can in those two days. I’m not giving up on her.”

“This isn’t helping her,” Franky says, unmoving. “You said she carried you all the way here, right? It’s your turn to carry her out. If you don’t, she will break and take you with her. How do you think she’ll feel if that happens? Let her go.”

“Who says?” Usopp says, and, oh, there’s the anger again. “You? Them? We don’t know for sure, not til we try, not til I do everything I can to-”

“Sometimes, that isn’t enough,” Franky says, still unmoving. “You think she wants this?”

“YES!” Usopp shouts, then gulps down air. Calm down. Calm down. “She…she spoke to me, I heard her. Her spirit spoke to me. She fixed herself. She wants to live! How can I-how can I not help her live?”

Franky cocks his head. “Her spirit? Like her Klabautermann? She showed herself to you?”

Usopp laughs without humor. “I guess. And yes, she did. She said she wanted to carry us further, and-”

“Oh,” Franky says softly, and are those tears in his voice? “Oh, she really does love you. But, listen. I don’t know you from the next guy, but I know about ships. And look, she’s—”

Usopp can’t do this anymore. “Thank you for your help,” He sidesteps around Franky, sets off back towards the front of the ship. “But as long as I have the ability and the time, I’m going to do everything I can. It’s the least I can do. I won’t leave her behind just ‘cause she’s not useful anymore.”

He’s said too much, but he can’t help it. There’s no time, anyway. He’s wasted too much already.

He hears a small “hey” behind him but he just hurries forward, hoping it’ll take him in front of Zoro’s sight again. If needed, he can mention Franky’s name in front of him, that oughta get Franky out of there real quick…

He slows down as he approaches the side of the ship, seeing a new light source on the deck. Zoro’s still there, but Sanji is now too, lighting up a cigarette. It seems like there’s a tail end of quiet conversation between them, which in itself shocks him so much that he almost stops in his tracks.

“…and he’s looking at it now,” Zoro says, tone quiet.

“At least he’s back,” Sanji says, grim around his cigarette. “Robin-Chan is still-”

Sanji lifts his head and makes eye contact with Usopp, causing him to stop mid-sentence. “Oi,” He says. “Usopp. Any news on the ship?”

Usopp shakes his head as the conversation registers. “Robin?” He asks, heart racing. “What about Robin? What happened?”

Sanji’s exchanges a quick glance with Zoro before looking back at him. “Robin-Chan’s—” He cuts himself off, eyes narrowing. “Who’s that?”

Usopp looks back to see Franky approach close behind him. “Oh he’s…he’s a shipwright who was looking at the Merry for us. What about Robin?”

“She’s missing,” Sanji says, breathing out cigarette smoke. “We’ll look for her again in the morning, but for now, we don’t know where she is. It’s been…a rough day, I can tell you that much.”

Usopp’s head spins. “Why wait?” He asks, rocking on the balls of his feet. “If she’s missing, let’s go find her.”

“We will,” Sanji says. “But we need to be ready to go get her a full strength, so everyone’s asleep right now.” He casts a critical eye at Usopp. “You should too. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“No,” Usopp says, shaking his head. “There’s still…I need to go look for a shipwright. I’ll look tonight and go with you guys to look for Robin tomorrow.”

Sanji frowns. “What,” He says, inclining his head towards Franky. “This guy wasn’t good enough?”

“Hey!” Franky snaps, and Usopp practically feels him puff up in indignant anger. “I’m the best around! The ship, though, is unfortunately—”

“He can’t fix it,” Usopp interrupts. His vision’s turning a little spotty, so he rubs at his eyes. “So I’ll keep looking til I find someone who can.”

“Oi, Usopp,” He hears Zoro’s voice as he blinks his sight back. “You’ve been out for hours, you should probably—”

“I only have two days,” Usopp glares at his crewmates. “And if we need to help Robin too, I need to use all the time I have to fix the Merry.”

Zoro’s eyes tighten. “You won’t help Merry if you pass out,” He says.

“Luffy gave me two days,” Usopp repeats. “And I’m going to use them. If I pass out I’ll wake up again and keep going.”

Zoro sighs, but doesn’t move further. “Your choice,” He says. “But when the two days end, I’m dragging you back. No arguments.”

“What kind of crew are you guys?” Franky says, amazed, behind him. Usopp sees Zoro and Sanji tense as one, ready to fight back.

That’s not good. “Hey,” Usopp says, raising his arms, “Wait…”

A loud scream in the distance interrupts him, and he almost jumps out of his skin. “What’s—”

He jumps again as more shouting and screaming joins the fray, chaos seemingly spreading across the city. An alarm sounds in the distance.

Zoro and Sanji are both up on their feet, tense and ready to fight. “What the hell is that?” Sanji asks, bewildered.

Franky looks similarly ready to go. “City emergency alarm,” He responds. “Something’s happening…something bad.”

Nami stumbles out on the deck, still in sleep clothes, followed closely by Chopper and Luffy. “What’s going on?” She asks, frantic.

Groups of people are now starting to run in a panic around the docks, shouting various phrases, getting their things together. Shortly, a word gets repeated, shared across the docks, reaching the Merry…

Franky stares at them, eyes wide. “Are they saying Iceburg?”

-

“We’re getting Robin back,” Luffy proclaims.

He says it like how he says everything: like he means it, deep in his bones. It’s not a plan, it’s a promise.

Usopp nods, glancing around at the rest of the crew, all of whom sport identical grim expressions. Even Franky is there, tagging along through his connection to current events. Sanji, however, is still out doing some mysterious errand, with no word on when he’ll come back.

Usopp grips tightly at his newly constructed weapon. It’s a hell of a time for a test drive. “We storming the building?” He asks. “To get Robin?”

Luffy nods. “Yeah,” He says. “If we can’t find her, someone there will know where she is.”

Usopp looks to the side. “Franky,” He says. “You sure you’re okay with coming?”

He knows the instant he’s said it that he’s made a mistake. In all the chaos and running and worry, Franky’s name had never been said. Until now.

Everyone explodes into motion right away.

“Franky?” Chopper cries, shocked, and Usopp feels a strong arm grip his bicep and pull him back. He sees Nami, on Franky’s other side, get yanked back with him.

He stumbles back, and looks up to be greeted with the sight of a straw hatted head, placed firmly in front of him. “Franky?” And it’s Luffy now, quietly dangerous. “This is Franky? The same guy from earlier? That Franky?”

Oh, this is bad. This is bad.

“Wait,” Usopp says, struggling against Zoro’s grip on his arm. “Hey, wait. Don’t…”

He leans to the side, around Luffy, to see Franky back up slowly, arms raised. “Whoa, bro, hang on…”

Luffy raises an arm. “Hey, you,” He says, drawing it back. “You hurt my crew member?”

Usopp yanks again, but Zoro is unmoved. Oh no oh no oh no…

The situation is slowly leaving his control and Usopp can’t take it, he needs to do something, he needs to-

“Luffy, STOP!” Usopp yells, much louder than he ever expected. “STOP IT!”

Luffy freezes in place. Slowly, his head turns around, a perfect 180 degrees that will never stop being unnerving, to look at Usopp. “Huh?” He asks, bewildered. “Is this not the same guy?”

“Lemme go, Zoro,” Usopp hisses in response, and at Luffy’s nod he suddenly finds himself free. He ducks around Luffy to stand between him and Franky, arms out, shielding. “It is,” He says. “It’s the same guy. But, he’s—”

“Then lemme beat him up!” Luffy says, putting his hands on his hips. “He beat you up, right?”

“Yeah,” Usopp says, exasperated. “But he’s cool! He wanted to help fix Merry when I asked. And he’s coming with us to help Robin! Plus you already burned down his house so I think we should just forget the whole thing and-”

“Wait,” And that’s Nami, horror dawning across her face. “Fix Merry? Usopp…Usopp, did you deliberately look for this guy to fix Merry? Like…you went to him on purpose? Alone?”

Usopp grits his teeth. “It doesn’t matter,” He says. “Look. We still have Robin to save, and Merry. Let’s just do that and then we can talk about this even though it’s stupid.”

“We should go save Robin,” Luffy says, frowning, “And if you say he’s cool then I guess he is, but…”

“But what?” Usopp says. “Let’s just go! We don’t have time.”

Nami shakes her head. “Of all the reckless, stupid things to do…”

“Hey!” And that’s Franky now, behind him. “It may have been reckless, but he was really brave! He really loves your ship, was willing to literally let me lop off an arm and a leg to save her.”

Usopp winces at the silence that follows that pronouncement. “You what?” Chopper yelps. “You were going to…in your condition?”

“Usopp…” Luffy says, and there’s a look on his face Usopp has never seen before. He feels so, so guilty at being the one to put it there. “Why would you…I know she’s part of the crew but you can’t just…”

“You idiot.”

The absolute venom in the statement is enough to stop everyone in their tracks. Zoro is glaring at him like he’s a total stranger. “You know what? I don’t understand you. You’re cautious and smart most of the time and then other times it’s like you haven’t changed from when we met you. You only decide to be ridiculously fucking stubborn when you know you can’t win and you don’t even care. What the fuck is your problem?”

Usopp feels like he’s been punched in the gut. The anger is just there at the base of his throat, and it’s fighting against the sadness and the hurt and the shame to get out. “But…you did the same thing!” He says, trying to find his balance in the conversation. “In Little Garden! You were going to cut off your legs!”

“How was that the same?” Zoro says, indignant. “That was a last ditch effort to get out to save people who could be saved! With you…” he cuts himself off, shaking his head. “You, what, you don’t trust us? The people you should trust? The Captain you should believe in? We’re all right here, right in front of you, and you’re still…like this! You go to the guy who almost killed you for help instead of us. And you’re hurting yourself for a ship that’s already dead.”

The anger wins.

“You’re the ones that were okay with leaving Merry behind!” Usopp yells right back, right at the edge of explosion. “You’re the ones who weren’t even willing to try anything! You weren’t even going to try? How am I supposed to trust you if you don’t even put in any effort at all? If you just shrug your shoulders and give up?”

No no no no. His brain chants. No no. It’ll be you next. No no.

“Winning requires sacrifice,” Usopp says, waving away the voice in his head. “Help requires work. I’m willing to do what it takes, especially since nobody else was going to do it!”

“Like I said,” Zoro says again, and his voice is icy now, which sets off Usopp’s rage even further. “The ship is dead. None of us did anything because we’re living in reality. Where do you think this goes from here, huh? You get yourself cut up and the ship is still dead? What does that do for us? What does that do for you? You need to grow up and know which battles to fight and which to trust to us, and to your Captain!”

Usopp feels himself shake not in fear, but in anger. “And so what if she’s already dead?” He says, voice shaking alongside his body. “Does that mean we stop trying? Does that mean we just accept it and give up? I would never give up on any of you. And that includes Merry. Because that’s what crewmates do! And if that means getting hurt along the way, then, well—”

“Stop.”

Usopp literally freezes in place. The authority in Luffy’s voice is like a physical thing: solid, regal, powerful. It washes over Usopp’s skin, touching his heart with both awe and fear.

Luffy’s not just going to be King of the Pirates. God, he already is one.

“This isn’t helping,” Luffy says, pinning them both with a stern look. “There’s a lot happening right now, and both of you have good points. But, listen. Right now, Robin needs us. And at the end of the day, we’re a crew. No matter what, we care about each other and we’re in this together. When this is over, we’ll get back to this, but…” He crosses his arms again. “For now, we have someone to save. And she needs us all.”

Usopp squeezes in a breath. “Okay,” He says, a numbness falling over his body.

He hears Zoro grunt “Yes Captain.”

“Okay,” Luffy turns back to Franky. “Usopp vouched for you, and that’s enough for me. You can come with us.”

Franky hands, still up, cautiously come down near his sides. “Thank you?” He says.

Without a word, Luffy marches forward, followed closely by Zoro. Nami hesitates for a moment, shoots him a sad look, then follows. Chopper gestures towards him, whispers, “Come on Usopp,” And beckons him forward.

A sniff beside him catches his attention.

Usopp turns to see Franky, tears running down his cheeks. “You’re a good guy, Usopp,” Franky murmurs, refusing to wipe away the tears. “It would be an honor to be on the same crew as you.”

The numbness almost fades back, but it doesn’t make it there.

“Thank you,” Usopp whispers back, then follows his crew.

-

And then.

When they needed her, she came.

When they needed her, she saved them.

Usopp can barely believe it. Everyone had told him she was gone, that it was impossible to save her, that she would fall apart in no time…

And yet. And yet.

“Merry,” He sobs, watching as the fire devours her, hearing her final words echo in his head. “I’m sorry I doubted you. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

He should’ve known better. He should’ve known better than anyone. He should’ve known that he couldn’t count anybody out til they were gone, should’ve believed in his convictions to keep her going…

He should’ve known. But he didn’t.

I’m sorry. And the memories that had dogged him this whole time solidify, echoing in his head alongside his current thoughts, tumbling together into one. I should’ve done more. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Mom.

He cries as the flames consume the ship, until she’s nothing but burning debris that sinks into the water. He cries as the sun sets on her final moments. He cries as he walks back with his remaining crew, lightheaded and weak but unable to stop.

He can’t stop.

A hand tugs at his wrist, and he turns his blurry eyes to see shocks of orange and blue against the sky.

“I’m sorry,” Nami whispers, laying a head on his shoulder as they walk. Her words join the cacophony in his brain.

Usopp wants to say it’s okay. He wants to smile, reassure her, tell her everything’s fine. He wants to walk alongside them all, cool and sure, knowing he did everything he could. He wants to tell her that he knows it was time, that there was nothing they could do, that their friend went out like a hero.

He wants to tell her that he knows that the next time, when it’s him up there instead, that it will have been just as heroic, and everyone will have fought just as hard.

But for the first time in his life, he’s unable to do what he does best. For the first time in his life, he can’t lie.

He cries all the way back to the city.

-

“We need to talk,” Luffy says, strangely somber.

Usopp looks up from the new weapon in his lap. It still doesn’t quite feel like it fits in his hands. “Hm?”

His stomach drops as he meets Luffy’s gaze: focused, piercing, and overwhelming. Being the focus of Luffy’s attention is almost too much at the best of times, but now? It’s like looking directly into the sun.

He glances around the room. Everyone else is sprawled out throughout the ground in the room that they’re in, fast asleep. Usopp knows that he’s going to have to make a lot of noise to wake anybody else up now.

Except, well. Except…

Zoro is leaning against the wall closest by the door. His eyes had shot open at Luffy’s words, and he’s now looking in their direction expectantly.

Usopp drops his gaze back to his lap. “You want to talk about…about before?”

“Yeah,” Luffy says, and Usopp hears him get closer. “Everything’s over now, so we just need to fix this, okay? C’mon.”

Luffy tugs at his arm, pulling him up in one swift movement. Usopp almost drops Kabuto, and quickly scrambles to keep in his his arms.

He’s pulled to the door quickly, and scrambles to keep his balance. As they exit, he sees Zoro stand up in one fluid motion and follow them out, quietly shutting the door behind them.

The morning sun feels bright on his face, and Usopp squints as Luffy leads him to the side of the building, stopping to the left of the window and facing Usopp to his right. Zoro follows, taking the spot at Usopp’s left, leaning against the side and keeping his face aimed at the ground.

Usopp’s hand start to sweat, turning the Kabuto slippery. He feels boxed in, trapped.

They’re going to tell me to leave, He thinks, blinking furiously. It’s over.

Luffy takes a breath. “Usopp,” He says, serious, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Am I—” Usopp trips over his words. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Luffy says. “The whole time we’ve been here…you’ve been acting weird. I get wanting to save Merry, I really do. She was family, and you tried your best to fight for her. But…you were going to make us lose you too. And that’s not okay.”

Usopp closes his eyes. They still don’t get it.

“I didn’t want to,” He says, keeping his eyes shut. “I just…look. If you want to save someone, you have to give something in return. That’s just how it works. If you fight hard enough, sometimes you get something in return, you know? So I wanted…I wanted to give her that fighting chance.”

“You said that before too,” Luffy says, and Usopp feels him lean his shoulder into Usopp’s. His eyes crack back open. “About…about sacrifice. You did, though. You gave it everything you got.”

Usopp shakes his head. “I didn’t,” He says, and it settles in his stomach, uncomfortable. “I could’ve done more.”

Zoro makes a disbelieving noise. Usopp flinches.

“Huh?” Luffy’s eyes are wide. “What? How?”

Usopp shrugs. “I didn’t take the two days,” He mutters, trying not to fidget. “It was for Robin and that’s important, but…I didn’t use the two days that I had. And…and I didn’t actually do anything with the time I did use. And—”

“That’s not true!” Luffy interrupts, gripping a Usopp’s forearm. “You did everything you could! You helped save Robin. And you got a second opinion for Merry! But…that’s not how it works, did you know that? Sometimes, no matter what you give, you don’t get it back.”

Usopp shakes his head. “Yeah,” He says. “But you don’t know until you try.”

“The trying is the problem, Usopp,” And that’s Zoro, and Usopp’s gaze lands back on him. Zoro is still leaning against the wall, still not looking in his direction. “That’s why I got mad, you know. You keep bringing it back to the Merry, but this isn’t what we’re talking about. We’re talking about you.”

“Yeah!” Luffy says, throwing an arm around Usopp’s shoulders. “You know how you were fighting for Merry? We’re fighting for you! Against…you, I guess, cause you’re the one hurting you. Get it?”

“What?” Usopp says, shaking his head. “No!”

Zoro sighs. “That was terrible, Luffy.”

“Shut uppp,” Luffy whines, then looks at Usopp again. “You’re the Merry for us right now. You’re the one that’s hurt and we want to make sure you don’t break! And if you decide to put yourself in harm’s way and get hurt, then we have to come save you, right? So, we’re saving you!”

“You need to think about the risks you take,” Zoro cuts in. “Weigh them up and see if they’re worth it. Sometimes, stubborn courage is good. Other times, it’ll only hurt you, which hurts us as a crew. Get it?”

Usopp feels wrapped in his uselessness, hugging at his skin like a familiar, old coat. “So…” He says, voice small even to his own ears. “When…when there’s no way to…to help someone. I just…let it go? I let them go? If someone…if someone becomes useless, and can’t continue, then…”

Luffy tugs Usopp closer to him again. “You come to us,” He responds. “And then we’ll try to help together. And then if we can’t, then we handle it together too, okay? Deal?”

Usopp knows, logically speaking, that he can’t have control over every aspect of his life. That’s just how life goes. But…he’d like to be able to have his choices have some impact, at least. If not for him, for the people who matter to him.

That they won’t is a bitter pill to swallow.

Usopp looks at Zoro, who now pins him with a clear gaze. He looks at Luffy, who pins him with a huge, sunny smile.

Awe bubbles in his throat, shock and love and disbelief mixing into a heady cocktail that he wants to submit to. But there’s still that anger, just on the surface on his thoughts, banging to be let back in.

You’re lying! You gave up!

He pushes back. And back and back and back. “Okay,” He tells Luffy, giving him a smile. It still feels like a lie. “Okay, Luffy. Deal.”

Luffy cheers, and the anger in his head softens at the sight.

It’s the most important lie he’ll ever tell.

#one piece #op #speaks #usopp #monkey d luffy #Franky #one piece fic

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Lady Dimitrescu ~ (spicy tickle & relationship hcs)

Author’s Note: These are n$fw/spicy tickle headcanons!!! 18+ ONLY!!! ❤️‍🔥

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*She is a sadistic ler. Mercilessly sadistic.

*Sadistic in both rough and gentle ways. She’s able to make you crack with the littlest of touches.

*She’ll make you beg for more then immediately regret it.

*Since she’s literally 9ft tall, you better believe she uses that to her advantage.

*Using one hand to hold you down or pin both of your wrists above your head.

*One hand can cover your entire waist and it flusters you to no end. She finds it adorable.

*I definitely think she has a chest, not a box, a chest of tickle tools and sex toys.

*She never really knew she was into tickling until she met you. She loved being able to make you beg and squirm without hurting you.

*It’s even better for her that you absolutely love it.

*She loves teasing you about how much you crave to be touched in such a way.

*She loves to start out gentle, a barely there touch to make your nerves light up with anticipation. Then she’ll get more and more rough as time goes on till you’d call out your safe word.

*I think she’s got a thing for bondage for sure. She prefers to pin you down with her own hands or body, but she gets such a thrill when you’re tied down and she can use both of her hands.

*She will tie your ankles together behind her head while she eats you out. She will for sure tickle you while she does this.

*She also loves tying your hands behind her back while you sit in her lap so she can tickle you.

*This is her favorite position for anticipation tickles. She knows how bad those get to you. ❤️‍🔥

*She is definitely a top 80% of the time. The other 20% of the time is her being a dominant bottom.

*There are times when you can manage to get her flustered and it turns her on so much.

*The fact that a mere human like you could make her feel such things is insanely flustering and hot to her.

*Not to mention that she’ll definitely get you back tenfold for whatever you do to her.

*You give her a gentle poke to her side randomly when you pass by her? You’re getting tickled for an hour.

*She’ll also do this to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

*You didn’t eat today? Well, I guess no kisses for the entire day until you eat.

*You feel bad about your body? I guess she’ll have to shower you with compliments while kissing and tickling every single part of you. 💖

*Fingering you while gently running her fingers through your hair until you agree that you’re worthy of love.

*She’s so sadistically sweet.

*Lady Dimitrescu for sure has a thing for your neck. Not in a wanting your blood kind of way though. Unless you’re into that ❤️‍🔥

*She adores kissing you there and leaving hickeys for others to see to show you’re hers.

*She loves putting her hand around your neck and gently pulling your hair. (guys I’m into light hair tugging don’t judge me) 🦋🦋🦋

*Won’t choke you, but she just loves gently holding your neck in her hands. It’s almost the equivalent of hand holding in her mind.

*Speaking of holding hands, she loves holding your hand during sex.

*Interlocking your fingers while you kiss or while she eats you out.

*It’s a small gesture that reminds you both how much you love each other.

*She really loves using feathers. Seeing which ones tickle more and loving how something as simple and gentle as a feather can make you squeal and laugh.

*However, she also loves vibrators of all kinds.

*Taping electric toothbrushes or small vibrators against your feet and underarms so she can attack your tummy.

*Strapping you to a table and covering you in electric toothbrushes before using one in watch hand to glide them up and down your inner thighs.

~

Overall, I need to be tickled by her. ❤️‍🔥🦋 Hope you all enjoyed these!

#resident evil tickle #resident evil tickle hcs #resident evil tickle headcanons #Lady Dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu tickle #lady dimitrescu tickles #ler ​Lady Dimitrescu #reader #lee reader #ticklish reader #y/n #lee y/n #ticklish y/n #spicy tickle hcs #spicy tickle headcanons

[chimerahyperfix]

RECIPE OF THE DAY

[OR: This was the most upsetting alternate looper option]

Long post because i have been cooking this in my brain for like, two months, and it's all-consuming. Also I'm not in the Discord yet because Anxiety so my ramblings had to go somewhere, and what better than one big fucking post yknow. I cast spell of fuck you mind blast on the tag/lh /j

TLDR for below: Siffrin words his wish differently, Bonnie gets trapped in a time-loop, and despite saying they're in a timeloop repeatedly nothing works and no one can help them. The normal ISAT absolute horrors ensue.

CONTENT WARNINGS: the normal ISAT tags [death, violence and trauma, suicide, self harm and unreality], Notable Pin on child endangerment and death, poisoning.

most of these get discussed ^ even if shortly

SO. THIS AU.

This is it this is my big one. Ignore me pushing the literal 12 other isat aus I have into a pile pls this is THE big one. I’m looking at the note I’ve stored all this lore in on my notes app,and it’s like. 35 fucking pages?

I've looked at a ton of alternate looper aus [that's part of the hyperfixation babeyyyy I need to consume ALL content forever and ever and ever] and I was like “oohhhh I wanna do that!!” So I literally just listened to music until I caught an idea and yikes. Looking at the AUs playlist now [it’s about 100 songs! Oops!] and I’m like [cartoony image of me laying face first on the floor]

This is a bit scattered because I wrote it over 3 days instead of working on the fic I’m supposed to be writing ooopsieeeee. Ramblings belowvvvvvvvvvv

It begins as simply as the game does. No one knows how to wish properly; so Siffrin wishes, because they know how to. The same folded leaf, repeated three times wish. Close to what is said in canon; different enough for the Universe to read it differently. No longer does Siffrin loop, because the wish isn’t about him, it’s about Bonnie and their sister. Siffrin’s wish is construed as “I wish Bonnie’s wish would come true,” and even if the Universe can’t hold onto Bonnie’s wish as they did it wrong, it CAN hold onto Siffrin’s.

And that’s the base point: EVERY LOOP, Siffrin wishes, because he wishes after he talks to them and that's where they loop back to, and its wish craft goes to Bonnie. A recipe for disaster with how much time they have!

They loop back when Siffrin gets crushed by the rock, because they can’t win while being down a party member. When they touch a tear, or when the sadnesses get the jump on the party and they all go down, or when they use the dagger equivalent [a poisoned snack], or when they get to the King. They Never Beat The King. Think SASASAaP but ISAT.

Bonnie doesn’t fight with craft, but rather craft-infused weapons. The wok and their pan for rock, a pair of kitchen shears for scissors and a cookbook for paper. Snacks for healing and buffs. And they have a cool friend that lives in the favor tree! [they get in fistfights like every five loops. Maybe it would be funny, someone just as willing to spar with them instead of trying to find the right words they can’t find because they’re a kid, if their friend wasn’t ALSO another version of themself, which bonnie clocks pretty late.] They pick up little quirks from their friends, like biting their nails like Belle, and puffing up to look bigger like Isa and stealing Dile's curses and closing an eye to match Frin's in focus. And maybe they start forgetting a little bit, just a little! The same thing over and over will get to you.

So everything essentially boils down to this. Bonnie specifically needs to be strong enough to beat the King, as the rest of the party doesn’t keep experience through loops. For a good chunk of the loops, they take advantage of Siffrin asking them if they need help and drag him into a training lesson that slowly goes from a whole emotional conversation to them quietly listening to Siffrin’s every word. [Siffrin fills this silence with random star facts that pop into their mind. This Is Important It WILL Be On The Test] Eventually the training becomes too tedious, so they start sneaking off to go fight sadnesses— and eventually just punch trees, which busts their knuckles— to get stronger faster! Everything goes downhill from there, with them forgetting to make food to them sneaking out at night to fight more to them getting reckless and uncaring; it snowballs down into “oh this could be considered suicidal confidence”.

Every loop, you say "hey, I'm trapped in a time loop", and EVERY time it is a big emotional thing that exhausts you to the point of going to bed immediately after, and everyone gets antsy and worried, and in the end the anxiety and trouble NEVER ends up mattering because the King still flattens the party every time. [And (shuffling through the sea of my notes for the au), imagine this from their situation for a second; Today, you tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that makes you cry, and you go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they will protect you, and you will protect them. You make sure he doesn't get squashed by a boulder, you make sure they find the key, you make sure they don't die. Tomorrow, you will tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They will drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that will make you cry, and you will go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they've failed to protect you, but they're trying this loop, and you'll still protect them anyway.]

And then the King fight. He grabs them and he kills them and it fucks them up. [it fucks them up, until it too happens again and again, and eventually it simply is just another obstacle you must pass, because the second his stupid hand wraps around you like a ragdoll it’s over, so you just spit in his face to make him press the trigger immediately and not drag it out for forever- imagine the most traumatic event in your entire life, repeated over and over, until it looses all meaning. It’s still traumatic, it’s sewn into your brain forever you will never forget this.]

They tell the party ‘hey, I just got murdered’, and if this au was ISAT, it would go from having a memory that gave everyone a defense buff to a memory that literally stops you from winning, randomly attaching to a party member. You couldn’t get rid of it. They’d take every hit for you, and you’d have to loop back, because you couldn’t win with an unremovable memory like that. and that’s why they stop saying things, because if the people you loved would die to protect you, something you don’t want and have the ability to stop, would you stop them?

And so everything collapses, and from that point [the start of act 4] it collapses fast.

WHICH LEADS US TO ENDLESS MY FAVORITE LITTLE THANG

if this is transparent or not I don’t fucking know and honestly. After 2 hours of fighting ibisPaint X to make it transparent I stopped caring. o7

Slight design notes tangent: the fucking. Wispy things around their limbs just kinda move around them- yknow because black holes pull things in and they are one. Their like,,,, face spike design??? Question mark on what 2 call it? It’s designed to look like their hair lol. The little star-dot things on their knuckles are important smile. Eventually I’ll post a full thing 4 them (I have like 2 pages of random doodles of them it’s craaazy)

Endless (or Ness, later on) is Bonnie’s loop-alike. They’re a little angry hater and I based them on the song Black Hole Sun [therefore they double-dip in the space theming, the little scoundrel! Imagine being both a black hole and a partial eclipse!! Damn why you taking all the space theming for!!] which was the song the whole AU was based on! Woah! Damn you carrying ALL the out of AU lore in you! They’re anger over fear while Bonnie is fear over anger.

They make me SO fucking upset. Like. I’m not being funny anymore. This is THE most upsetting character I’ve ever written. They make me cry. My entire schtik is making horror and this little creature is the most upset I've ever been at a creation of mine.

Endless is a Bonnie who, without exaggerating, literally imploded from having too much wish craft in them— hence the black hole theme. They went through an unreasonable amount of loops [i think I noted down 400??? Probably not that many, but hey, leveling is slow when half the time you rely on a scripted event that has like 3 enemies. Never really pinned anything down, but it’s a CRAZY upsetting amount.] and just couldn’t win,, and they eventually broke, and begged for it to stop— and, well, with so much wish craft in them, even without the proper rituals the Universe just couldn’t ignore ALL this wish craft, overflowing, in one spot. They asked for help and it killed them.

And then they were at the tree! And they’re helping a DIFFERENT Bonnie, who they’re upset at because what. What why is this happening? They asked for it to stop, not for a whole NEW Bonnie to exist and to do it all over again, what is this what, stop stop it. And they have to keep watching Siffrin wish, and doom them to their endless loop, and they have to tell Bonnie no, the party can’t help them like they want the party to do because the party never could help them, and it’s just going to bring them distress and heartache. Bonnie does it anyways, until the very beginning of act 4: it goes downhill from there, until they’re worried This Bonnie will end up like THEM.

They’re not the most self-confident type. They give themself the most un-nicknameable name [Bonnie still finds one that fits— Ness. They reluctantly accept it.] [Endless vc: Ness? Like? From Earthbound???] they can think of because nicknames are a love language and they speak it, and they don't think they deserve it anymore because they've Changed, and trade out the nicknames they have for the party for things they learned from Siffrin in their own many many training loops: The Sun, The Moon, The Star, The Sky, and Bonnie is Supernova, because its cool as hell and Siffrin told them that’s what happens when a star dies, and they died. Open foreshadowing. They take to closing the same eye they made Siffrin the Star loose, because if he doesn’t get to see anymore neither should they— even if that eventually becomes a natural thing, something they do now to focus. They talk about a sister they have— had, because their world is gone and she never got unfrozen, they never learned if she was alive under all that icy craft or not, and they’re not Bonnie anymore. Ness is Bonnie, but Bonnie is not Ness.

And so, when act 5 hits, they’re desperate. They can’t see it happen again, because it erased them as a person and it was terrifying enough why would you want to see it happen again? they prepare to storm the house, bevause theyre strong enough to tear it apart themself, get stopped by the party, and essentially they’ve replaced Bonnie for a loop; which would be okay, if failing didn’t mean there would probably be Two Endlesses and No Bonnie’s. By the end of the au, Bonnie, lvl 99, is like bringing a brick to a stare down. Endless, in comparison, is like bringing a bazooka to a fistfight. They can’t face the King, they can’t, it would probably mess something up [the party has them pinned as being a kid by this point— wether they realise Ness acts a lot like Bonnie or not, who knows] so they panic and wave the party off into the King’s room and fights off the remaining sadnesses to calm down.

And the Party brings Bonnie down, and they fight a fake version of their sister [who they win against, even if barely, because Nille is their sister and damnit, Nille would never hurt them, not after giving up her life for them] and they have a breakdown, and then there's two of them. There's Bonnie and there's Ness. Bonnie confronts them and they get in ANOTHER fistfight, bveause how else would two angry ultra-powerful preteens settle things, and Bonnie convinces them to come along, because their identity has been found out and damnit Nille really won't care, Ness is her sibling too.

[Nille approaches the situation carefully, but Bonnie is right: Nille sees the two of them and immediately decides she has two siblings and she wants to protect them. Both of them went through so, so much, and they saved the country and damnit it would be monstrous to throw Ness out to the wolves because they Changed. Aka I was physically incapable of letting Ness dissapear or have a bad ending they deserve the world too.]

I just I jsutt. Auguhghghghhh. au too big in my brain spill it out on the floor it goes everywhere. When you hyperfix on your own au

#isat #in stars and time #isat au #isat bonnie #<- this is abt them. uh oh. #recipe of the day #anyways the au title is based on a shitty joke I made once #also “”’hey chef what’s for dinner? slop! slime!’ #something something the recipe of the day is timeloop soup. yknow. a timeloop au. and soup……. #who let me in the kitchen. someone take me out before I burn the place down #I have. so many thoughts about this au #most of which boil down to me screaming and crying #I know there are multiple other AUs where Bonnie loops but counterpoint #has an alt looper au ever not had the looper wish? #[pushing divine intervention behind me. no that does not exist in this question] #I really like twisting au tropes on their heads :) #‘I don’t want to tread on other ppls ideas’ handshake ‘three month au hyperfix lets fucking go let’s yap’ #they can and will coexist heart emoji. #I think about this au a lot. I’m cooking so much art #(yknow. aside from being the worlds slowest artist. oop) #I’ll prob post abt it every now and then (aka when I finish the fucking art) #but for now. laying my au cards down #endless is my favorite little being ever rn they’re such a little hater

[snowmist-hashira]

Probably a weird ass scenario but imagine while the reader was fighting demons with muichiro, the reader has an impulsive thought on biting a demons arm, for some odd reason curious on what they taste like... their stomach did not take it too well however.

Sorry if this request seems weird, I literally just thought of 'What do demons taste like"?

[Chapter title: Absurdities]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:[KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader

Master list:♠ Information ♠

Word count: 819

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠

I can't, I'm dying out of laughter HAHAHA. This scene might deviate slightly from Muichiro's usual character, It was intended to add a comedic and parody element to the story, and hopefully it brought some laughter to you as well XD

Muichiro and Y/n were assigned to a joint mission aimed at unraveling the enigma surrounding the sudden disappearance of young individuals during the darkest hours of the night. Their objective was to investigate whether demons were responsible for these incidents and, if confirmed, eliminate the demonic threat.

As night descended upon them, they ventured into the eerie, desolate town, their senses heightened as they searched for any clues regarding the disappearances. The moon cast an ominous glow over the empty streets, adding to the air of unease that hung in the atmosphere.

The once vibrant and bustling town had transformed into a ghostly shell of its former self. Closed shutters and boarded-up windows hinted at the fear that had gripped the townsfolk, forcing them into seclusion.

The silence was broken only by the distant hooting of an owl and the soft rustling of leaves in the wind.

Suddenly, a faint whisper reached their ears. Muichiro and Y/n turned their heads simultaneously, trying to discern its source. The whisper seemed to be a mixture of fear and despair, as if carried on a haunting breeze.

As a demon emerged from the shadows, it launched an attack towards the two, but Muichiro and Y/n skillfully evaded its slashing claws. However, Y/n was caught off guard when the demon suddenly split into two. One of them swiftly moved towards her, forcefully covering her mouth with its hand.

She wondered what demons tasted like and her impulsive curiosity got the better of her. In a moment that could only be described as comically bizarre, she shifted her head, releasing the demon's grasp slightly, and took a daring bite at the hand covering her mouth.

Her impulsive and rather peculiar act of biting the demon's hand out of curiosity left everyone stunned. Both the demons and Muichiro stood there, frozen and utterly bewildered by what had just transpired.

Muichiro's hand remained poised at the hilt of his blade, forgotten in the face of the absurdity that had unfolded before him.

The demon whose hand Y/n had bitten pulled back in pain, staring at Y/n in a mixture of shock and confusion. It seemed utterly dumbfounded, as if struggling to process what had just happened. The other demon, witnessing the bizarre turn of events, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow—or at least its closest demonic equivalent to an eyebrow.

"Wait, did you just… bite the demon?" Muichiro finally managed to utter, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Y/n, realizing the absurdity of the situation, quickly snapped out of her momentary lapse in judgment. She spat out the demon's hand, wiping her mouth with a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

"Uh… Yeah, I guess curiosity got the best of me," Y/n sheepishly replied, trying to regain her composure.

The demons, still stunned and seemingly unsure of how to react, exchanged perplexed glances. Their menacing presence was momentarily shattered by this unexpected and comedic interlude.

Muichiro's sweat drop intensified, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of concern and amusement for his partner. Resuming his battle stance, he swiftly moved with lightning-fast speed, beheading both demons without a moment's hesitation.

As their lifeless bodies fell to the ground, their expressions of confusion remained etched on their faces, invoking a sense of sympathy from Muichiro.

"Y/n…" Muichiro glanced at her with a mix of worry and disbelief, questioning her sanity. "Are you sure you're alright? Biting demons out of curiosity is… well, not exactly what we do..."

Y/n, a sheepish grin spreading across their face, scratched the back of their head. "Sorry, Muichiro. I guess my curiosity got the better of me. But hey, in the face of danger, why not take a bite, right?"

Muichiro blinked, momentarily speechless. "What…?” Y/n's explanation left him utterly dumbfounded, his eyes widening in disbelief. He couldn't help but question the sanity of his partner as he tried to process the absurdity of the situation.

"What… in the name of all…" Muichiro stammered, his voice tinged with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Taking a bite out of demons??”

Y/n shrugged nonchalantly, their sheepish grin never leaving her face. "Well, Muichiro, life is too short to let opportunities pass by. Who knows, maybe demons taste like a mix of cotton candy and rainbows. A demon's hand could be the new delicacy we've been missing out on!"

“…” Muichiro stared at Y/n with a mix of disbelief and incredulity, his mouth slightly agape. He sighed heavily and massaged his temples, as if trying to alleviate the headache induced by the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Y/n, I never thought I'd find myself in a conversation about the culinary potential of demons' appendages," Muichiro deadpanned, his voice laced with concern. He shook his head, sighing dramatically as he came to a realization.

"Y/n, Perhaps, it's time we schedule a visit to the nearest medical professional. Just to be on the safe side."

#muichiro x y/n #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #fanfiction #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #one shot #female reader #x reader #requested #parody #comedy #humor #kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kny muichiro #muichiro x you #kimetsu muichiro #kny x y/n #mist hashira #kimetsu no yaiba hashira #kny hashira

[freakartack]

I love your Orbulon and space bunnies are sea creatures propaganda how do you even come up with that it’s so cool‼️

Thank you!! A fun fact about me is that i am actually insane about invertebrates. So when wario presented me with two made-up invertebrates i went a little insane. I do play it kind of fast and loose with these guys so i'm sure an actual specbio enthusiast would not be impressed but i'd say 40% of my creative decisions are also based in what would be the funniest (such as making sure the polyp looks like a bowling pin)

I have hinted at this via my orbiology poster but i have an entire orbulon corkboard living in my head so here is the bulk of that iceberg

Based on orbulon's aversion to heat, big ol' sunglasses, and milky complexion, i think that he is the interstellar equivalent of a cave olm. Instead of an underground cave i think he lives on a gas giant far from his system's sun, which would be cold, dark, and have a thick atmosphere for him to "swim" through. ("What about the air pressure?" You say. "Hold your horses" I say. "It will all be worth it in the end.") This reason i think it is worth it is because my model for this is uranus, the gas giant whose atmosphere contains notable amounts of, and i cannot stress this enough, methane. Tell me a more warioware planet

I also think that his planet is predominantly blue, not just because of the youranus thing but also because whenever he gets really scared he literally turns blue. Check it out

I think this is NOT the same as blushing, but a fear response similar to cuttlefish changing color to camouflage with their environment via chromatophores in their skin. Unfortunately when orbulon is scared shitless he does a bad job of it and just defaults to his home planet color, but when he actually thinks about it he can change his color and shape to be whatever he wants (such as a pretty woman).

3. On a similar note, orbulon does not have teeth but he can shapeshift his mouth to create the facsimile of teeth. This is a cool party trick but you need to know that the fake teeth are still squishy and it's really gross.

4. Orbulon's eyes are uber-sensitive to light which is why he needs those impenetrable coke-bottle sunglasses. He also doesn't have eyelids, so during his 24-hour naps his eyes are open the whole time. Sweet dreams.

5. This is going to veer out of plain biology and into his society so i'm not going to go too deep into this but basically i think that telepathy is an integral part of intraspecies communication and that their society is very communal as a result. Think like ants with pheromones, not a hivemind in that they lose their individual identities but they're definitely less atomized than humans. They're also wildly intelligent and have canonically developed time travel technology to the point where the average person can just have a time machine built into their car. This gives a little insight into orbulon's mindset here

(I don't think he's very clever by orbulon standards)

This is getting too long and crazy so i'm going to top it off with one more thing. I know orbulon is supposed to have smooth skin but in my heart i wish he had the texture of these bad boys

#If any of this is contradicted by the new game that just came out do NOT tell me i will cry #not art

[the-possum-writes]

Adventure time Relationship Headcannons: Bad Guys Edition

❥A/n: Gonna stretch the creative muscles for this one.

❥Tags: (Mostly) SFW, Fluff, Headcannons, NS/FW (just one or two per character), Gn!reader

❥Characters: Scorcher, Peace Master, Sir Slicer, Samantha the dog warrior, The Lich, Simon Petrikov, Hunson Abadeer

❥Taglist: @foxpearl1wilder @watchingfromthefloorboards

➼Scorcher:

- literal hottie

- if he advertises himself as a hitman through online ads I'm 90% certain he uses the Ooo equivalent of online dating. I have no proof, but also no doubts.

- Doesn't half ass anything he does, that includes to his job or courting you, willing to dress in nice garbs on the first date.

- He never gets you any chocolate boxes though, they melt when he holds them for too long :(

- Very good at his job as a bounty hunter so he always has clients that keep him busy and away from you sometimes. Fortunately he's quick and efficient, the moment you start missing him he's already at your doorstep. (plus, he can basically fly)

- Really tall, crouches alot if you're smaller than him when you wanna give em a peck on the cheek.

- Scorcher is really quiet, don't expect long conversations with him but he's good at listening.

- When he does talk or write notes it's mostly through frustrating metaphors.

- Get comfy on those pecs like a pillow for movie nights.

- Likes slapstick comedy movies even though he never admits it, you hear him laugh through his nose when someone gets hit in the boingloings.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has long limbs, likes any position where he can touch/envelope you as much as possible.

➼Sir Slicer:

- Pros: He's got the good looks and his own ride.

- Can take you to places on his horse.

-Cons: He picks on literal children when he's bored, needs a new hobby.

- His armor is well kept and lustrous so it tells me he's the type of guy who likes to keep himself presentable and make an impression.

- Literally can't move in that armor. You keep telling him to get something more lighter but he insists on wearing it for the ✨aesthetic✨

-The other knight's respect him so he's gotta have some level of skill (or it's probably just the armor) Either way, would sometimes take you to jousting matches.

- Pays a bard to sing to you.

- Takes forever in the shower cause he uses more shampoos/soaps/hair products than you, if you use hair ties or pins expect them to go missing, needing to buy packs every month.

- He always has a band of crows following him around, it's nice to feed them on occasion. He gets jealous when they like you more than him.

- You also like his pink horse. I bet their name is either something cute like butterscotch or really edgy like Night crawler.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Hates his hair being pulled.

- Humiliation kink probably

➼Peace Master:

- DILF ALERT

- Being a (somewhat irresponsible) single father of three I feel like he barely has time for anything let alone dating, I mean, he took his kids with him during a fight with peppermint butler.

- He's a man of commitment, won't invest time in you unless you're looking for something serious.

- I hope you like kids! There's no scenario where your dates with this man isn't in company of his kids, unless PM finds a reliable babysitter, you'll get used to spending time in fun group activities like board games, theme parks or picnics.

- Even though dark arts are part of his job and every day life, he's uncomfortable about his kids getting into it and that applies to you too.

- When he actually does find a babysitter you can expect a much more romantic date for the two of you, though please be patient with him, he's been so used to father mode that sometimes he forgets to interact with another adult.

- He'd dice up your food for you out of habit, make sure your drink is of room temperature or cut the crust from your sandwiches.

- Whenever something bad happens during (or before) your dates he blames it on dark magic rather than take responsibility.

- Somewhat overly religious vibes like, he wouldn't approve on games like card wars or harmless divination like fortune cookies.

🔞N/S/F/W

- For the sake of saving time and savoring some intimacy, you could indulge him in getting handsy in his van one night. He would later feel guilty about it and wash it in and out before driving it again the next day.

➼Simon Petrikov:

I know he's not a bad guy by the end of the series, but thematically he still fits here.

- It takes a while for him to accept Betty's sacrifice and move on, he wasn't actively hooking up with other but you two happen to met at Marceline's concert and knock it off really well from there.

- Sensitive man who's open about his feelings.

- Would read you poetry before bed

- Most dates would consist of something tranquil between the two of you instead of going somewhere too crowded, if you two do head out somewhere you're usually home by 10pm cause the adult life is tiring.

- When he has trouble sleeping you turn on the ac at full blast cause it helps him cope with his ice king era.

- You throw flowers at him during his presentations at the local tavern. #1 fan

- Often invite Marcy and PB for dinner.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Probably cries after segs, feels overwhelmed at being loved after everything that's happened.

➼Samantha:

- Gotta love a woman who can kick your ass.

- She definitely believes in horoscopes and soul mates, would ask for the time you were born on, your star sign and other things to weight the chances of you two being compatible.

- Huge romantic, would pull off all the tropes she can think of, like purposely bumping into you. It's kinda charming.

- Would stand up to you and tell the waiter you asked for no pickles.

- Likes to partake in friendly sparring, if she's stronger than you she'd playfully give you an upper hand. "Oh noo, you've over powered me~"

- Her idea of a cute date could vary between dinner at a fancy restaurant or trying to steal blood from demons.

- Bonus point if you're a canine of sorts.

🔞N/S/F/W

- More than once a sparring match dwelled into something more passionate.

➼The Lich.

Am I crazy for adding this one? Maybe. But then again, all the props if this suits someone's monsterfucker niche.

- The only way I can see any type of relationship happening is that you either worship him like some ancient deity and listen to his every comand or you're an immortal being that has been fighting him since the mushroom war, like two sides of a coin.

- He's got a neat voice I won't deny that, it can even be comforting.

- He thrives in cold environments, you're gonna need to carry a sweater whenever you talk.

- You once tried to gift him jewelry once since he's insistent on having the princesses crown jewels.

- He values a loyal follower, wouldn't want to get rid of you any time soon since he knows if anything were to happen to him you'll find a way to bring him back.

- Showers you in praises

- I don't know what else to add. This dude has a set goal of destroying all life, gotta love an eldritch man who knows what he wants, but unless you're actively fighting against him or working for him, things would be very one sided with this one.

- But hey, when he's prisoned in Prismo's dream room he'd be so bummed out that you can indulge him in your hobbies and interests without complaint.

🔞NS/FW:

- If you're his long time enemy and watch over him in Pb's attic, it's almost near impossible to get some alone time to yourself cause the second you feel needy, he gets in your head and teases you. "Go ahead dear, no need to feel shy heh."

➼Hunson Abadeer:

Another canon dilf.

- Hunson is the last person you'd think of in regards of father material but then again he eventually tries to reconnect with Marcy and you find that redeemable.

- As a partner, I can imagine he's a combination of old timey formality but also a little unhinged due to his demonic nature and profession.

- The guy knows no boundaries when it comes to the fridge, eats your snacks (even if they have your name on it!) unless you hide them from view.

- Atleast he knows how to organize, would set up a 5 star dinner date and have demons perform for your entertainment.

- Sometimes you'd tried to do activities for three in an attempt to bond with Marceline, but where there is room for 3 there's room for 4 (she always brings Pb cause she keeps her level headed)

- You help him do his eyeliner and advise him on "hip" clothing when the two of you go to Marceline's concerts.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has seen you naked many times before but still gets hot and bothered when you're fully dressed formally (a rare occurrence in itself)

#adventure time x reader #Adventure time villians #Scorcher #Scorcher x reader #The lich #The Lich x reader #hunson abadeer #Hunson Abadeer x reader #Peace master #Peace master x reader #Samantha the dog warrior #Samantha adventure time x reader

[bestworstcase]

Your points about Salem and Cinder possibly being a fucked up mother/daughter relationship also puts her constant parallels with Ironwood and Winter in V8 into a very different light as well.

Ironwood and Salem, in their own dark and twisted way as a result of their culture/their circumstances loving the one person they consider to be their daughter, but differing ultimately in regards to what they chose to do about it.

Ironwood deciding that his own selfish desires and ideology mattered more than even the one woman he cared for more than most, while Salem basically dropping and twisting her ideals into a pretzel to help the one person she considers the closest thing to a replacement daughter for her dead daughters with Ozma.

Winter, thinking the world of Ironwood only to ultimately have to oppose him due to his betrayal of her and everyone else, vs Cinder thinking Salem is just Madame 2.0 due to Salem constantly stamping all over her trauma buttons by poor decisions and abusive actions born of her own trauma even as Salem, in her own fucked up way, is willing to do anything for Cinder if she truly asks for it.

It also frankly explains rather well why Cinder is so important in Salem's plan in a way that I haven't been able to pin down without that as a consideration. Cinder thinks it's because she's got some fancy storybook destiny that she needs to prove that she "deserves", and the audience being led on a red herring to think that it's only going to lead to her being discarded once Salem has no more use for her. When in reality it's because (again in her own fucked up way) Salem wants her surrogate daughter to get what she wants in her life (mixed with fighting a rebellion against the gods) because Salem knows exactly how Cinder feels about having her trust broken beyond repair and demonized by others.

And all of this occurring in the story arc where an overarching theme is of multiple parents (Dr. Polendina and Penny, Tai and Summer and Ruby Rose/Yang, etc.) being deeply flawed people who are willing to do anything and everything for the sake of their daughters.

Cinder.exe will just end up suffering a mental bluescreen when Salem ends up showing this in the most undeniable way possible, because it's so opposite to everything she understands about the world.

:)

give 8.4-5 (<- fault + amity) a watch with this reading in mind sometime. bc cinder’s relationship with salem and penny’s with pietro are directly compared, in a really interesting way:

PENNY: Why are you doing this? Why serve someone like Salem? CINDER: I don’t serve anyone—and neither would you, if you weren’t built that way! PENNY: …That is not… [She glances down, making eye contact with Pietro.] I choose to fight, for people who care about me.

<- amity is a really fraught place for penny to be confronted with this, both because it’s where cinder orchestrated her being ripped to shreds a year ago and because in order to get the comms satellite launched, penny had to let her dad remote into her system and literally use her body like a puppet and it is painfully obvious that she did not feel comfortable with that.

so… for cinder to come here and draw an implicit equivalence between salem and pietro and insinuate that penny is not free, that truly does get under penny’s skin. which i think is something that often gets overlooked, because it’s layered under the more obvious fact that cinder really doesn’t understand who or what penny is at all; but like, penny hesitates. it takes her a moment to figure out how to articulate that’s not true because there is a kernel of truth to cinder’s point. 

penny was built to be ironwood’s weapon. his perfect super-soldier. and now she that she’s defied him to do what she thinks is right, half the people she cares about have told her that she’s being evil and selfish and it’s her fault if everyone dies. and the other half told her she needs to go to amity and stay there and not help anybody, and she feels like a tool, she feels like she has a million things she’s supposed to do and none of them are what she wants to do. so she has all these mixed-up feelings about… what she was built for and what she chooses to be.

and like. in 8.4:

CINDER: I… I want to search for the winter maiden. I think that— SALEM: Did you hear that, my pet? She thinks; she wants. As if she’s done something to warrant me caring about either of those things.  CINDER: We’re just sitting and waiting. Without the maiden, the vault means nothing. Let me claim it for you.  SALEM: I will tell you when and where you are needed. CINDER: But your grace— [The Hound lunges around to snarl at her.] SALEM: I would like to think I have shown a great deal of patience over my many years walking Remnant, but I do hate repeating myself. You will remain here. Is that clear? CINDER: [lying] …Yes. Yes, of course. Without you. I am nothing.

vs 8.5:

PENNY: I can fix this. […] Our message is only a few minutes long. I can try to hold Amity in place for— PIETRO: Absolutely not! You’re in no condition to do something like this. Even just the temperature out there could… PENNY: It is our only option.  MARIA: She’s right, Pietro. We have to remember the big picture— PIETRO: I don’t care about the big picture! I care about my daughter! I lost you before; are you asking me to go through that again? No. No, I want the chance to watch you live your life.  PENNY: But, dad, I am trying to. PIETRO: …Right.

<- literally. literally the exact same argument. not just in terms of what the conflict is but the structure of the dialogue is identical. the interrupted statement of intention; the practical reasoning shot down; “but, your grace” vs “but, dad”—the difference is that where salem is masking, pietro wears his heart on his sleeve, and that allows him and penny to come to an understanding that she is going to do this and he’s going to sit in his fear and support her. whereas salem gets the false capitulation and false security. 

it’s pretty in-your-face (<- which i think supports the interpretation of salem’s motive being protectiveness twisting through her emotional walls) and it’s an interesting parallel to set up given that salem does, in the end, come to a similar resolution to step back and let cinder take risks. it telegraphs the possibility of constructive change, a choice to accept the fear instead of trying to force cinder into a position where the fear doesn’t exist. 

it’s also just darkly funny in a way. cinder kills penny twice and is directly the culprit for pietro’s intense terror of losing penny, and salem feels that same terror for cinder. mirrors. 

but yeah with ironwood and winter too, “i’ve chased a lot of shadows over the years, always expecting betrayal, but never once did i think it would ever come from you” vs “you chose to disobey my specific instructions, just to fail again. and… i’ve realized it’s all my fault.” and, “consider this my last order: step aside” vs “here i am holding you back, instead of lifting you up.” 

salem if nothing else takes cinder’s betrayal as a reason to reevaluate her own actions and consider what she did that gave cinder cause to disobey her, where ironwood is by this point completely disconnected from the reality that loyalty is a two-way street. 

and there’s something too in salem choosing not to stop at “it’s my fault” but fully articulate that she understands why cinder did what she did; it’s of a piece with the way she responds to cinder in 8.14, a conscious reversal of “she thinks, she wants, as if she’s done something to warrant me caring”—she does care, and she has always cared, and it shows in how she speaks to cinder when she’s not trying to prove she doesn’t care.

like. salem chose to put her trust in cinder—an enormous degree of trust, over and over again—without having any illusions about what sort of person cinder is. she knows cinder is singularly focused on what cinder wants. she’s unfazed by the disobedience because she knows she prevented cinder from getting what she wanted. whereas ironwood trusted winter because he molded her so well into the perfect lieutenant that he never imagined she could break from him, because he never understood there was more to her than the surface he sculpted. 

#salem is either going to save cinder’s life to the detriment of her own agenda #or let cinder go free before the beacon vault is found or opened #and it’s going to absolutely shatter cinder’s concept of herself and the world #long blue screen of death moment #THAT’S not how it works how did SALEM of all people miss the memo

[pixeljade]

With photomatt's new pinned post I think this illustrates not only the problem with this whole situation even better, but with the general idea "Allies" have toward their allyship regarding. Well, literally any marginalized group, but I'll speak on transphobia since thats the topic du jour and also something I can speak on.

And that's that a lot of "Allies" believe they are allies not because of their actions but because of their beliefs. Photomatt has done *NOTHING* to prove his ACTIONS arent transphobic, here, he has only listed his beliefs as if those are evidence of his allyship. Its the social media equivalent of putting up one of these signs.

Which, like, its fine. But "allyship" it does not make: breakdown the origins of the term ally. An ally is someone you turn to for aid in battle. And if that someone has nothing to give you but kind words? Do they count as an ally in battle, or just some useless bystander who watches as you get slaughtered?

Matt is one step worse, though. He's the one providing the tools for the slaughter. He (and others) may read this and roll their eyes at this, saying its an exaggeration, but its not. The suicide rate for trans women right now is ALARMING, and it comes from being bullied relentlessly, especially in online spaces! And make no mistake, the moderation system most social medias use, this one included, are being abused by these bullies and bigots to drive trans people to suicide.

And the thing is, we now KNOW this has been brought up to Matt multiple times by queer staff. He's apparently ignored it. Back to the ally in battle metaphor: this now makes him someone who has been told time and time again his tools are being abused for ideals he supposedly does not hold, and he has ignored. He's basically a Tony Stark Iron Man 1 figure, selling tools of slaughter and claiming its "defense", only now figuring out that these tools are used for slaughter of innocents, even though he's been told by others for ages--only caring now because they are being directed at him.

He isnt actually doing what Tony Stark did though. Hes not as charming or as talented as to build a method of aiding the world (which, lets be real, was always a rich person fantasy in that movie anyways). He's said when he returns from sabbatical he may reassess moderation on the site, but it sounds like he's also considering just...pulling out investment. Pulling the plug on Tumblr altogether, and considering it a "toxic" place. All because the same harassment us trans people face CONSTANTLY is finally being directed at him.

I do genuinely hope he does do the right thing, which WOULD be to reassess the moderation process with queer people (and folks of every other marginalized community, I have not forgotten how many black folks have been purged by the site!) In the room, and LISTEN to them. But his pinned post doesnt give me hope. It tells me he'd much rather you ignore his actions, or lack thereof, and that he instead wants you to judge him solely on his beliefs. "I may do nothing to save you," it says, "but look at my lawn sign telling you my beliefs". And that slaughter continues.

#photomatt

[overwatchfics]

A/N: Something Ramattra for a cool snow gal.

When a Customer throws their food on you (Feat. Ramattra)

Today was just not your day, people you've dealt with in the last cpuple hours all seemed to treat you as if their were on their wits end

If they took the time to pay attention they'd realize you were about to be at yours

You thought you could keep it together for the rest of your shift, that os you found yourself being the target of a thrown cupcake

The source being a customer who clearly hadn't ever learned the term "human kindness"

You were at a loss for words, but the rage in you kept boiling hotter the more the customer intended to piss you off.

The customer lifted their beady eyes and noticed your rage telling you to "Calm down" which is the equivalent of throwing kerosene on a fire.

You felt a presence next to you and turned your head to see what imposing figure made itself known next to you

Weirdly enough it was Ramattra

Is this insect bothering you dear?

Under normal circumstances you wouldn't let Ramattra harm any human, but today was different and you nodded silently, doing your best not to tear up.

Ramattra turned his attention towards the cupcake tossing asshole in a way that made the customer take a step back

No no, you wanted to pick on her so you don't get to run

In a matter of seconds Ramattra is at the customer's side, and before said ass-hat could mutter a sound, Ramattra grabbed the back of their head with one large hand and shoved them to the ground.

You bought that cupcake yes? Well Eat it.

Your eyebrows lifted watching the scene unfold

The customer smashed against the floor like a pinned bug display muttered a whiny No before Ramattra shoved their face onto the cupcake

I can stay here all day human. Eat the cupcake

Another no, Ramattra was beginning to lose patience so with his other hand he twisted the customers arm behind their back eliciting a pitiful cry of pain from them.

You lost the right to choose when you decided to be a piece of scum to another of your kind who happens to do her best to suit your needs. Say no again and you'll lose an arm

At this point the customer was in tears and began their humiliating task of liking the mashed cupcake off the floor.

After finished Ramattra lifted the customers head by the hair and demanded that they apologize.

The customer was about to say something sparky until Ramattra reminded them of their arm's disposition.

The customer, with cupcake frosting, bubbling snot, and tears running down their face began to apologize.

I-im sorry I was an asshole PLEASE LET ME GO

This was beginning to get sad to watch so you nodded to Ramattra to let the pitiful piece of shit go.

Ramattra huffed and dragged the loser to their feet and whispered a warning that left the rude customer running out the doors.

Ramattra pulls you in for a hug Assholes like that deserve to be squished beneath my boots, but let's forget about that insect and get you cleaned up and head out for some icecream shall we?

A/N: literally girl, that customer can go fuck themselves. I hope this felt good reading it as I felt writing!

#overwatch2 #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #ramattra