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barbieaemond · 4 months

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The King of Qarth (sneak peek)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Qartheen f!reader (use of she/her)

Warnings: angst, mentions of sexual abuse, child bride, smut, some bondage, knife kink, breeding kink (more to be added)

Author’s note: purely based on this vibe. To be posted next week.

Taglist: @zae5 @succnfucubus @arcielee @multyfangirl @credulouskhaleesi @bunbunbl0gs

“Wife, may I introduce you to our noble guest?”

A woman comes forward to greet him when Aemond enters a lavish hall with several windows adorned with colorful drapes of silk. He is sure he has never seen so much marble in his life, feeling even more inappropriate given the state of his clothes and his whole demeanor, shamefully far from the clean, soldierly appearance that left mouth agape.

“Prince Aemond of House Targaryen, from Westeros.” The Salt King declares as the woman stops just before him. The Prince stands tall and imposing, no matter the misery of his shabby clothes, the state of his dishevelled hair falling in silver tangles down his back. He’s still a Targaryen, his chin is high and proud.

“More like from Old Valyria.” She says raising an eyebrow, and sizing him up and down. “He seems to have just emerged from the Doom, miraculously unscathed.”

The Prince does nothing but seethe his teeth behind his dry lips, a distant shame in his eye that quickly turns into a focused and unblinking rage.

“Welcome to Qarth, my Prince. I’d trust your journey was uneventful but…I can see the Red Waste takes its toll, even on Valyrian beauty.”

Aemond takes a good, long look at her, inevitably lingering on her chest, dressed as the common Qartheen fashion dictates: one breast exposed. But a lot more of her is exposed. Her shoulders, her arms and legs, a glimpse of her hips, all crossed by swirling bundles of lilac silk.

If any married woman in Westeros dressed like that in the open, he’s sure any husband would lock her up. At least he would.

“You must excuse my wife, Prince Aemond, or rather, get used to her habit of speaking her mind.”

“Come now, Xavos. Surely Westerosi women can voice their thoughts?” she moves, walking past Aemond and her husband to reach a small table inlaid with gold to pour some greenish beverage into a cup. “I had a maid once, she was from…Rich Garden?”

“High Garden.” Aemond sternly corrects her.

“Ah, yes. A delightful creature, always smelled so good.” She says distractedly “Anyway, she fled from your lands because she liked girls and not boys and she didn’t want to devote her life to being a brood mare sucking a flaccid cock until her hair had gone white.”

Her maids snicker somewhere past Aemond shoulders, stiffening his posture at the liberties those commoners are granted. “I should hope you Westerners listen to your women more than you do your horses.”

Aemond watches as she takes a sip and laces his hands behind, slightly tilting his head for a moment. “Where I come from, women do not possess such a sharp tongue. Furthermore and fortunately, most of them have manners. They know how to address a Prince of the Realm.”

She turns to leave the cup on the same table and glances at Nyla. “Oh, he bites.”

“This is not Westeros, dragon prince.” She says turning to face him with a righteous smile “I don’t need to ask for your permission to speak. The Salt King is my husband, that is why you will hear my maids and everyone else address me as Your Highness. So, you may lower that chin and stop waiting for me to bow down to you because technically my rank is higher than yours. You might say the only one meant to bow in this room were you.”

The silence that follows is so stark that the air the Prince quickly exhales through his nose sounds like thunder, alerting the Salt King. "Come now, wife. Don't wake the beast.” he says lightly, stiffening a smile “And I mean it quite literally. You should see the size of Prince Aemond’s dragon.”

“I heard.” She acknowledges “Jorio said he’s higher than the city walls.”

“She. And twice, than your city walls.” The Prince corrects her again, just as sternly. “She’s the largest dragon alive in the known world.”

His chin remains high and haughty, simply because he can. Because she knows he could raze the entire city to the ground just by snapping his fingers.

So, she looks down and says “Since you will be our guest, it is my duty as matron of this house to make you feel welcomed. If you would be so kind to follow me, your Grace.” She forces her tone to be as courteous as possible. But then she smiles. “Is my tongue acceptably sharp to your liking now?”

PART 1

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slash-me-please · 8 months

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HIHIHI I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM AND I SAW THAT YOUR WILLING TO WRITE FOR AMANDA YOUNG BUT IF YOU DONT FEEL LIKE IT THATS COMPLETELY OKAY ALSO!!

Can you do jealous Amanda x Fem reader? Somewhere around reader and Amanda having a complicated relationship and reader is an apprentice. Another apprentice flirts around with reader and Amanda doesn’t like it at all :$ Also some NSFW but if your not in the mood for it you don’t have to add it!

I hope you have an amazing day 😋😊

I love writing for Amanda!!!! I'm so happy to be getting more fem requests because I am a gay mf. Anyways on with the story.

-In the event that Michael Marks survived, he has became an apprentice. Michael Marks. Yknow, the key in the eyeball guy. So, let's begin.

A Deeper Understanding

Warnings: Literally nobody getting along, Jealous!Amanda, Cursing, Threatening, Fingering, Domish!Amanda, Getting Caught

John Kramer had collected quite the assortment of a team. He hoped at least one of you would continue his legacy perfectly. He'd make sure before he died that he'd live on through the lot of you. You were all currently at the workshop, bullshitting about random tests and other people you were interested in "helping". There was about four of you there, Dr. Gordon couldn't make it, like usual. Michael Marks had been your second choice, Gordon has always been your first.

His eyes traveled down your body, a look that made you feel a certain type of way, not a good way. He was your partner though, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. "I'm glad everyone is here," John smiled a thin smile, Jill stood across from him, eyes trained on his every move. You knew that it'd been hard on her since his diagnosis. "I need your help with the scalping seat, I'm not sure it'll get done on time." He took a pause, "I've had some other things to tend to, my apologies."

He hadn't been looking at you, you weren't the mechanic of the group. John looked to you for ideas for traps. You had a knack at creating a symbolic test, one which would change the looks of the masses. Michael stepped forwards, eyes lingering on you for too long for someone who had just needed to build a trap. "I used to work as a car technician before Homeward Bound," He said, bending down and looking through the gears. "Unless Hoffman can do better." Hoffman wasn't much for Michael, he stayed silent.

"Nobody wants you to touch anything, you hardly beat your test. I don't know why John even wants you here because you're obviously not even serious about him." Amanda stood from her spot near John, she walked forwards and towered over Michael- only for Michael to size her up. "What are you even talking about?" He barked, his chest puffing. "Amanda calm down, we need to finish this trap. Brenda's test is what matters." John corrected her, his composure was always impenetrable. "No John! Have you seen this guy? He's been eye-fucking Y/N since we got here!"

Amanda's fists clenched as she yelled back at John. She seemed ready to blow a fuse, and you were thankful for it. "As far as I am concerned, He has not said anything to Y/N that has made her uncomfortable." "But-" "No, we'll deal with him later, we have to focus on the contraption now, we'll deal with him later. I need you to act level-headed if you're going to carry out my legacy." Amanda huffed, speeding past the group and into the hallway. "Amanda!" You yelled after her, jumping down from the table and following after her.

You found yourself in a grimy hallway, off to the side was an opening to what you presumed was where Amanda had went off to. You stepped forward, watching as the curtains to the archway swayed back and forth. "Amanda?" You called, and she opened the swaying curtains as you stood in front of them. "Finally got enough of Mr. Fuck-me eyes?" You shook your head. "We're not... doing anything." She nodded, stepping away to move back to a decaying workstation. You saw she had her reverse bear trap on the table, she seemed to be fixing something wrong with it.

"What are you doing to it?" You wondered, she glanced over at you for a moment. "John gave it to me to fix, fucking Hoffman took it somewhere and it broke." She gulped. "I hate this thing, but I'm about finished." Amanda was grumbling as she fixed her trap, she seemed elsewhere and you could tell that this was a coping mechanism for her. "What's wrong?"

She turned to you, and with a sigh she sneered. "I just don't understand why Michael is even here, he hardly completed his test and he's an asshole y'know?" Her voice elevated, and she turned towards you. "He's awful and I just don't understand why he can't leave you alone!" Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening as she stared right at you. "Uh-" But you cut her off, hands coming up to hold her face. It happened to turn out that she would be the one to press forward and kiss you. She only let it escalate from there when her hand moved to reach under your shirt and pull you flush against her chest.

Her nails dug into the plush of your stomach skin when she picked you up and placed you on the workbench, shoving the bear trap off to the side. Amanda placed kisses on your collarbone as you worked to pull your shirt off, and in the heat of the moment she found herself dizzy with lust. She had been dreaming about this moment since you joined the group, and she thought she might've entered her dreamworld when you finally got your shirt off. "You're fucking perfect," She mumbled, the androgynous tang of her voice flowed through your core and straight between your legs. You opened them right up.

Amanda leaned forward, tongue landing flat on your nipple and sucking at it until it pressed hard against the pad of her tongue. With her left hand, she groped you passionately, and she praised how you fit in her hand perfectly. You had leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the top of her head as she pushed your skirt up and over your ass, eager to get where she had wanted to touch most. You blessed her with it, gripping the edge of rotten wood when she hooked her long fingers inside your heat. "Shit..." She mumbled, her left hand dropping your tit to push you back by the stomach. You stumbled back against the wood with a whine, biting onto your left hand as the other gripped her wrist.

Amanda watched with an intense gaze as you moaned into your hand, she was more than interested, her left hand moving to rub circles on your clit as she fingered you. Your hips pushed against her fingers, desperate to feel more of her as she pleasured you- you knew her thoughts of Michael Marks were gone by now, her gaze enraptured by the way your cunt sucked her in. She felt herself becoming devoted as she listened to the gasps and whimpers you released of her name- you felt the same.

She began to kiss your hips as your legs shook around her fingers and your whines became more noticeable. Amanda gathered she had to be doing something right, her ego inflating as you rode her hand. "You're doing so well Y/N," She whispered, the fingers on your clit speeding up. You cried out, "I'm so close..." yelping when she pushed her fingers deeper and shushed you. You felt your insides clench and twitch, legs spreading wider as you held her wrist against your sex- whining out a flurry of "Thank yous," While you finished on her hand.

Finally, you leaned back down, huffing against your hand. You reached out to maybe grab her, and she reached to pull her shirt off. Unluckily, she didn't make it far when you heard Michael open the curtains, halfway through his sentence. "I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't- oh!" His eyes landed on you, and you yelped, flailing to cover your body as he stared.

Amanda's lip twitched in annoyance, pulling your skirt down with a little bit of attitude. You knew it wasn't directed at you though. "If you do not get the fuck out of my office, I will literally blow your brains out Michael."

And he turned around, scurrying down the hallway. Amanda turned back to you, giving you a happy kiss on the lips. "Maybe we can arrange a date this week?"

#Saw x reader #Amanda Young x reader #Amanda Young x reader smut #Saw x reader smut'#horror x reader #horror x reader smut #slasher x reader #slasher x reader smut

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xoxodiluc · 9 months

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step up your game | arataki itto ( genshin impact ) x female! reader

genre nsfw

summary arataki itto, one of the troublemakers in your university, needed to pass his test in his failing subject to be able to play this year's football game. so he begged for you, the smartest girl in his class, to tutor him. you never thought it would lead to something more...

cw modern! university! au, sub! reader, oral ( male receiving ), dirty talk, size kink, unprotected ( STAY PROTECTED!!! )

word count 1.4k+

notes simpy wrote this cuz i was thirsting over itto ok bye / let’s ignore the fact this was in my drafts FOR A YEAR.. i basically forgot how to write smut lol..

ao3

"No."

Arataki Itto almost dropped to his knees. No? "W-What?"

"I won't tutor you."

"Why?!"

You told yourself you wouldn't get involved with the Arataki Gang who were notorious on the campus for being... well... troublemakers. Kuki Shinobu was an exception, though, because she's your best friend. And she mostly stayed out of trouble. You never knew how she joined them, it just happened.

"I just... I have a lot of stuff to do this week." You said, opening your notebook to read the lecture for today's class.

You heard Itto sighing sadly, and you almost felt bad. Almost. "You don't have time to tutor me this week? Even just for an hour?" When you didn't respond, he clasped his hands in front of you, "Please! I'll do anything! I really have to pass this subject to be able to play the upcoming game!"

Okay, you lied. You felt bad.

Shinobu sometimes drags you to one of Itto's football games, and he was a good player. It would really be a waste for the team if he doesn't get to play in his upcoming game.

...You know what?

Clicking your tongue, you nodded. "Fine. Every 8 p.m. on weekdays at starting tomorrow."

He pumped his fist up in the air, "Woo-hoo! I'll see you tomorrow... Uh..." You tilted your head. "What's your name again?"

All you have to do is to do your best in tutoring Arataki Itto and hope to God he does well in the test. So much for not wanting to be involved with the Arataki Gang.

"This is the third time I've explained this, Itto." You pinched the bridge of your nose. You've been in his dorm for almost 2 hours now, and you had to be back in your dorm by 11 p.m.

"Wait, wait!" Itto shook his head vigorously. "Just explain to me one more time and I'm sure I can understand it!"

You sighed at the pouting look he gave you and stood up to get your water bottle from the table. "So why didn't you ask Kujou Sara to tutor you instead? She's smart." You asked, and Itto shuddered at the mention of her name. "...What's wrong with Sara?"

"Are you seriously asking me that...?! She's literally the most difficult person to get along with!"

You furrowed your eyebrows, walking back to the bed. "No she's not. I get along with her."

"Hah, right. Of course, smart people get along." Rolling your eyes at his remark, you continued teaching the math problem to him. After a few more explaining, he got the problem right.

"Hey, that's correct! Good job." You flashed him a small smile, and you could've sworn his eyes twinkled with joy.

"Really?!" Without any warning, he hugged you, catching you off-guard. "I'll make sure to focus really hard so I can get all 'em right!"

You get that he was happy about it... but...

You never thought his abs would be that rock-hard. Your clothed breasts were pressed up against his clothed abs, and you felt a weird sensation in your—

Y/N! Snap out of it!

"Uhh, you there?" Itto pulled away, looking at you with a concerned look, then his eyes widened. "Oh— Oh. Sorry, it's just when I'm happy I hug... people. Like when we win games, you know? I hug my teammates and I'm sorry if I—"

"It's fine." You chuckled, and there was an awkward silence until you spoke again. "Um, let's move on."

He nodded and answered the next question. Wrong.

"No, no, it's like this..."

And before you knew it, it was already 11 p.m.

“Thank you… really! I already think I’m gonna ace this test ‘cause of you!” Itto flashed a handsome smile, “Be safe on the way to your dorm, alright?”

You returned the smile, waving at him. “I will, bye.” Itto was about to close the door but you stopped him when you heard footsteps. “Wait.” Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

You completely forgot someone monitors the dormitories as soon as it is 11 p.m!

Itto pulled you into his room and closed the door. You leaned back on the door in distress, “Oh, I forgot about the dorm monitor. You can’t go back to your dorm any time soon…”

“No shit.” You sighed and looked up at him.

He looks… attractive. You were so focused on tutoring him that you never realized he was this attractive.

“Y/N?”

You went back to your senses, “Hmm?”

“I said, you can stay here till the monitor is gone. They’re usually gone by 12 a.m.”

You cleared your throat, nodding, “…Yeah… yeah.”

He chuckled, “Y/N? You okay?”

You nodded once again, “I am…”

“Then… why do you keep staring at me like that?”

“…Like what?”

“Like that.”

Itto was looking at you, and you couldn’t help but gulp at the way he was gazing at you. Archons… he looked so hot. What the hell? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You walked past him and sat on the bed. “Guess I’ll have to wait… like 30 minutes or so.”

He turned, a smile on his face, “Wanna do something fun to kill time?”

All you could think about was him fucking you senselessly, trying to keep quiet so you don’t wake the others.

“Sure. I’ll tutor you some more.”

Tutor, my ass.

You were on all fours on Itto’s bed, his dick in your mouth as he stood in front of you. You wrapped your hand around the rest of his length that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, and looked up at him. He was biting his lip, grunting quietly.

“Archons, Y/N… Who knew you could suck dick so good?”

You didn’t know how it got to this point — You were tutoring him once again, but you couldn’t focus. You kept stuttering and Itto couldn’t understand you. But then seeing his hard-on… You looked up at him and he was gazing at you…

You both couldn’t resist each other.

Choking on his cock, he gripped onto your hair, hissing, “Fuck…”

Then he pulled your head away, the string of saliva connecting your lips and the tip of his cock. You looked up at him, breathing out, “Fuck me.”

Itto was still panting, and the side of his mouth curled upwards. “Yeah? You gonna be quiet while I fuck you?”

“Mhm… Please…” You whimpered, then gasped when he pulled you up and then pushed you down onto the bed.

He kissed your neck, his hand reaching for your wet clit and rubbing it. You moaned quietly, rolling your hips against his hand then whining when his hand pulled away from you.

"J-Just the tip, first..." You whispered and bit your lip, feeling the head gliding along your clit. "It won't fi— Agh!"

Itto covered your mouth with his hand, growling quietly as he carefully thrusts into you. "I'll make it fit, don't worry."

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the room. You looked at Itto as he covered your mouth, and your eyes widened when he moved against you. “Shh. Don’t make a sound…” He whispered as removed his hand from your mouth and kissed you.

You couldn't help but clench around him and he groaned, pushing deeper into you. You moaned through the kiss as your legs wrapped around his waist. “Mhhf… O-Oh…”

He's so big that you could feel his tip touching your cervix, hitting it with every thrust he does. He pulled away from your lips as he fucked you harder, your moans coming out as silent gasps.

"Fuck, baby..." Itto whispered, gritting his teeth. "You like that? Does it feel good?"

You could only nod your head in response, afraid to talk because you might moan too loud. He let out a breathy laugh as he continued pounding deeper into you.

Tears filled up your eyes from the pleasure and you could feel the knot on your stomach as Itto went faster. "Mm— 'm gonna...!"

"Shhh, do it for me, baby. Come on."

Your body shook as your orgasm washed over you. He grunted once more, biting into your neck softly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." And he finally pulled out, cumming on your stomach, "Fuck..."

The sight of your almost-passed-out figure on his bed almost made him hard once again, but he resisted himself. He fell next to you, letting out a contented sigh.

You closed your eyes, still panting. "I was only gonna tutor you. Not fuck you."

Itto laughed, caressing your thighs. "Too bad."

"So you're telling me you weren't at your dorm last night because you were at Itto's?" Shinobu gave you a disapproved look. You smiled sheepishly.

"...Look, it just happened, okay? What were we supposed to do while waiting for the monitor?"

Shinobu sighed. "So much for telling yourself to not get involved with the Arataki Gang."

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ozzgin · 7 months

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I've been rewatching One Punch Man and the thought about a painfully average looking reader being so strong is stuck in my head

Like maybe the reader works at like a small restaurant that she's been working at for basically all her life and she just get so strong from doing basic chores and having the mental capacity to deal with bad customers

Maybe like one of the baki characters went to try the restaurant out and maybe gotten a big crush on the waiter, whose being harassed by some rando

But before the can tell the guy to scurry on out of here or get a swing at him, she just completely knocks him out with like a punch to the face or something, and maybe the guy was really big like nearly the size of a bear

Or we can take the Garou route and say that Yujiro decided to try the restaurant out just cause' and is like really demanding, enough to get the reader pissed and correct their behavior

And their way of correcting behavior is basically "stop that" and then BAM, they suddenly he's transported in an alleyway somewhere, conveniently forgetting what happened before

Ooo, just imagine the reaction of the baki characters like your crush basically is the strongest person in the world, Yujiro doesn't even compare

Knocked him away with a simple punch even when he's fully prepared for her

This silly idea basically was brewing in my mind, and since this has lots of Yuji bullying, I thought you might like it

Funnily enough I have an older request that was in queue to be answered with basically the same concept! By the way, turns out I've already written a reader knocking out Yuujirou in one blow! I hope I haven’t built myself a reputation as a Yuujirou bully, although this post won’t help my cause.

Also, the whole idea of reader being insanely strong from menial labor reminds me a lot of Hajime no Ippo. Main character turns out to have top tier boxing potential from working at his mom’s fishing business and carrying heavy crates for the clients. Safe to say I like the reasoning a lot!

Baki Headcanons: One Punch! Reader

I’m leaving Yuujirou as a final opponent so to say, because otherwise the whole thing would be finished in 5 minutes. Imagine the anime intro with slideshows of nature scenery, and the narrator dramatically elaborating the plot and explaining why Yuujirou is the strongest creature on Earth. And literally the next panel he’s unconscious and reader awkwardly stares at the camera. Narrator coughs and has to mumble “Well I guess that’s it” and the curtains fall. That was it. That was the whole story.

So I’m going to go for a random buff stranger to showcase Reader’s strength. You have just finished taking Baki’s order. Maybe he took some of the men out to discuss certain matters. Maybe he wants to ask Retsu, Katsumi, Jack and Hanayama about their encounter with Pickle before his fight, to get some insight. He’s heard Katsumi has a big crush on the waitress here, so he picked the spot more as a joke to tease the Karate master. While attending the table there’s giggles, side glances and elbow nudges and you can only wonder why Katsumi refuses to speak (usually he’s very chatty with you) and the others have a grin on their face.

As you walk away, you notice your newer coworker struggling to handle a customer. He’s bowing repeatedly and apologizing for his mistake to a man wearing an indifferent yet sour expression. The large man begins to raise his voice and throws in a few inappropriate insults, so you gently push your coworker away, hinting that he should leave it to you, and you promptly take his place.

The customer seems to think you’re some higher up, next in line to beg for his forgiveness or perhaps suggest a discount as a peace offering. Nonetheless, he wants to make sure you understand your situation, so he stands up. Before he can open his mouth, you loudly and curtly exclaim “We unfortunately do not accept this kind of behavior. Leave, now.”

Several people have now turned their heads as the tension increases. Katsumi is uneasy and the rest of the men are also quiet, observing the unfolding event. Baki discreetly exits his booth, ready to interfere in case the situation escalates.

The man is visibly angered by your lack of fear. Once several of his threats go unanswered, he lifts his hand. By this point Baki is walking towards you. You sigh, not wanting to cause a scene. The whole thing happens rather fast, no one is entirely sure what they just witnessed, but the window is shattered, the stranger is crumpled on the sidewalk and covered in glass shards and you’re standing next to his table, fist clenched and bloodied up.

Calling the men ‘baffled’ would be an understatement. You have to explain several times that no, you’re not a professional fighter and you’ve never trained a day in your life. In fact, you’ve been working at this restaurant from the moment you could walk. It’s your family’s treasured business and you can’t see yourself doing anything else. Retsu is bewildered and demands to have your skills tested, because you could turn out to be a fearful martial arts user. A whole argument ensues and you compromise on joining them to the Underground Arena to demonstrate how far your strength goes. This evening only, and then you’re back serving customers.

Once you defeat Yuujirou, however, you’ve sealed your fate. You can’t just demolish the Ogre with one blow and walk away as if nothing happened…

*Now this is just a random thought that immediately came to mind when reading the request. Since Reader can easily beat Yuujirou, imagine the amount of people feeling like they’ve finally been avenged. It could even be a whole arranged spectacle. You know those fairs from cartoons, where one person sits above a small pool and you pay to throw a ball towards a target in order to drop them into the water? Same concept, really. There’d be a never ending line of people that have been wronged by Yuujirou somehow, so they throw some coins and Reader goes in for another punch. Yuujirou destroyed your gym? Threatened you on the street? Scared you so much you wet yourself? Gather around and enjoy the show for a small price.

#baki #baki the grappler #baki headcanons #baki hanma

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discowingneckline · 3 months

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reasons i hate rhato pt1

this pertains to v1 #1, so expect more at some point when i can stomach looking at it again. this is exactly what the title says. hey, do you like rhato? great, fuck off and don't read something that is going to upset you. i don't care what your good opinions are of this. the run sucks, and it deprives almost every other character of their personality for the sake of jason's character.

why does jason not have clothes on? why is his stupid little cute jacket not on him? why didn’t anyone give him underwear? if there’s clothes for kory, there must be clothes for him! if kory took off his clothes, it makes little sense why she wouldn’t put some on him where he isn’t injured at the very least.

why didn’t kory keep his gun farther away from jason, and also why wouldn’t a seasoned hero at the very least not take the bullets out of his gun like be so for real. she clearly doesn’t recognize him here (for some fucking reason)

why does kory look at jason and think of her and dick post sexy times?? why do you fucking think the first thing on her mind for memory is that shit? fucking weirdo.

also why is kory so white-looking? fucking weirdo. why is she stick thin?

i don’t like the relationship here of dick and jason. i am a jason todd is a nice good robin. like yeah a bit of attitude but um…ew

also why is kory here in the first place and living like this? she is a woman of class, thank you very much.

if kory had “male clothes” the entire time, back to a previous point, why didn’t she put them on jason (since she already took off his clothes to treat him) or at least keep them near jason for when he would wake up? it’s giving that scott lobdell just wanted excuses to have jason nude for like all of this issue and to dumb kory down to be super sexual.

also kory’s proportions are so weird and off. and also, let’s be so for real, they took away her curves and like body fat? like she was super strong, buff, hot before man. what the fuck.

“they appear to be the correct size” which one? the robin suit? the nightwing suit? which nightwing suit? also this is giving, based on previous panels, “jason has to face his horrible brother’s suit and take his mantle, but this time (super edgy shit) he makes it his own!” get a fucking grip.

the amount of jason calling kory “orange” when he knows her name and her title!! it’s giving fucking racist behavior. and it’s just rude. he literally got called out about it a second ago and he made this huge apology, just to do the same shit repeatedly again. speaking of that, comparing her to something from national geographic is giving…dehumanization.

where did kory get these clothes? how long has she been where she is? what the fuck. also, not that kory wouldn’t wear stuff like that, but?? i don’t see why she has so many changes of clothes that are almost carbon copies of the same shit.

what is that flashback she has with nightwing and arsenal? first off, what the hell is that roy? second off, why is kory’s body shaped like that? also this suit of her’s sucks. worst i’ve seen ever. my irl friend also complained about nightwing’s shoulders and the overall anatomy of the art. said it was shit.

why is jason handling guns and weapons with no shirt on? why are they so set on not giving this man clothes?

“she obviously loved dick grayson—almost as intently as i hated him” be so fucking for real right now. get a fucking grip. is this where the bulk of “bad sibling dick grayson” comes from for jason todd fics? because lmao be so for real.

what is jason’s anatomy this page specifically? what the fuck is it?

oh my fucking god. why does kory go to kiss jason?? in the water?? at night?? at fucking all? like kory isn’t shy with her sexuality, but jfc. you’re trying to tell me after she was so hung up about nightwing (??) that she just throws herself to whatever man is available? be so for real. she has fucking standards, and jason todd will never meet them. it’s giving that someone (scott lobdell) had a thing for a character (kory) and was using a self-insert (jason todd) to get that.

also what is with all of her thigh gaps?? give my princess her body back please holy shit.

…i read more, and what the hell is: “it is one of the ways my people assimilate language, knowledge—you said you wanted to talk, i only assumed…” kory was literally talking to him for several days in english. why the fuck would she kiss him? again, makes no sense. you’re making a very intelligent woman fucking stupid so jason can seem cool and smart and desired. it’s gross.

…why does kory’s power look like that? um…ew.

“sometimes they are crazed vigilantes pretending to love us like a son” be so fucking for real. as though jason and bruce didn’t have a decent relationship at the bare minimum. also?? what the literal fuck is “pretending to love us like a son” bruce does love jason, and of course dick as well. perhaps he isn’t always the best at showing it, but he does. and if this is another jab about bruce not killing the joker? literally get off of it. that is not fair for jason to say shit like that. it goes against everything bruce has ever stood for since he was a child, and it’s insane to expect bruce to do whatever jason wants when jason is going out killing a ton of people and overall just being a piece of shit.

why is jason talking about friendship and romance when it pertains to kory?? be so fucking for real. i do not believe for a second that kory would get with jason after their talk if jason truly talked to her about everything (because she would know that she was/is in love with dick, and i don’t take her for being someone who would throw herself at his brother).

…i wonder what “qurac” would possibly be a stand in for. also why would roy harper just be sitting and taking that? also why is it just jason who is going out to get roy and not, oh i don’t know?? his fucking family??

if you guys want to see the panels from the points i gave, just let me know and i will reblog with them included.

#op #dc #dc comics #anti rhato #jason todd #koriand'r #roy harper #dick grayson #nightwing #starfire #arsenal dc #i fucking hate this #and the art is pretty shitty too

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I hate people who say ‘swearing doesn’t make you cooler it just makes you sound immature’ like bitch I don’t do it for you or to sound cool I do it bc I need to express myself in the way I fucking feel like. Do you expect me to say ‘holy moly I had a really bad lesson’??? Like ffs if I wanna tell my teacher that the lesson went like fucking shit then I should be able to without fucking criticism, I literally don’t even do it for anyone except myself so you can shut your fat ass up and keep failing everything you fucking piece of shit pick me ‘I’m so much better than everyone else because I don’t swear’ ass bitch. Like we’re not even friends so how can you fucking dare try to tell me what to do, unprovoked and unprompted, I don’t tell you to stop being so fucking stupid and yet you are, fucking no ass, no friends, no nothing ass person trying to make me be like her loser ass self like shut the fuck up and disappear not like you’d be missed by anyone you fucking worthless piece of human garbage. Instead of trying to tell me to check my language, try checking the door before you walk in the room you Oompa Loompa, 10000 kg, no sense of style, looking like you got dressed in the dark, paler than a fucking vampire, failure, no one likes you, no bitches, no future ass bitch. She honestly needs to check her superiority complex because she’s truly more pathetic than me trying to find a gf, I swear even if she was the last woman in the world not a single person would hit, looking like an iguana mixed with a trash can and lighter fluid, she looks like the melted version of wheelchair Barbie only if wheelchair Barbie was plus size Barbie, no eyebrows ass bitch, no eyelashes ass bitch, caca eyes ass bitch, shit stained face ass bitch, skid mark ass bitch, looking like her name is skidmore muncy, cankles having ass bitch. When I say that your standards would have to be in Dante’s 8th circle of hell to even look her way I am not fucking lying, her wannabe goody two shoes ass persona is so fucking annoying I swear it makes me want to rip my ears and eyes out the second I hear and see her, and don’t even get me started on her fucking voice that sounds like a giraffes shit hitting your head whilst someone plays an out of tune piano and drags their nails over a chalkboard. Her entire being is like a a cancerous cell, I swear that she’s a failed fucking abortion because there is genuinely no way anyone would willingly give birth to that creature, someone had to have a gun to her mothers head all throughout labour to keep her pushing bc that child would never be born otherwise. I swear I couldn’t be paid to be that annoying ass bitches friend, it would make me even more suicidal than just hearing her from afar would. And she pretends that she’s so good just because she listens to girl in red like fucking congratulations you’re like 90 fucking percent of lesbians, no one cares about your fucking ass music taste because you’re not important, the world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re listening to some stereotypical artist. I swear she’s like the hitler of the school, you always have to be so fucking politically correct when you’re even near her bc otherwise she’ll start her fucking crying again like shut the fuck up and get a personality. Literally the plain boiled chicken breast of the school, she doesn’t even realize that no one likes her, and that people are only remotely nice to her because they feel bad that she has the personality of a piece of coal, she’s more boring than the word boring. She’s a pimple on the day you take the school pictures, she’s an air bubble in your veins, she’s that fucking annoying ass hoe you never want to see but always do, she’s the paper McDonald’s toys, she’s a hole in the bottom of your shoe on a rainy day, she’s the ball that hits you in the face in PE, she’s everything i strive not to be both looks wise and personality wise because if I end up like her I would legit kill myself.

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spitfire-of-the-sea · 1 year

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Stowaway Series, Part 3: A Bubbly Disaster

Finally, part 3 of the Stowaway series. I was torn between ending it there and continuing it, but for now stopped here. :D

Find part 1 and part 2 if you want to read the beginning of this. =)

Word count: 3 Warnings: Still SFW. Just a naked butt. Pretty safe, I think? Characters: Ace, Marco & Thatch... and cat!reader :D

The Stowaway Series, Part 3: A Bubbly Disaster

The last remnants of your sanity drowned in a bubble-filled bath that smelled of rose water and white lotus.

At least that was what the label of the bottle read, the content of which Ace had squirted quite generously into the bathtub while he filled it with warm water. Generously enough to result in a veritable mountain of bubbles you had almost hoped would hide you when Marco dropped you into the bathtub, rather unceremoniously so.

Ace had strongly protested that kind of treatment, the sweet boy, while you had sunken deep into a puffy cloud of white foam. Sure, you’d tried your very best to bite Marco’s thumb off a minute prior to that in an attempt to escape… well, to escape whatever the fuck was going to happen in a giant bathroom with three pirates with a combined bounty of over Two. Billion. Berry. And a combined shirt count of one.

So perhaps it didn’t come as a great surprise when Marco dropped you into the bath – with a happy grin, too. But honestly, a girl had to at least try, right? Not that you were totally against getting bathed by three handsome men suffering from a veritable lack of fabric. Preferably those men would not be world-renowned criminals, though. And preferably, you’d be in your human form, being fed grapes or something such. For this whole scenario to work, you shouldn’t be in your cat form. This was just plain weird.

So you’d splashed into the water and immediately stood up to your neck in it, spluttering as you tried to keep your nose over water. Of course, you landed on your feet – you were still a cat, even if only like… 50% of one. The foam had fused closed above you, hiding you from sight, and you’d tentatively waded towards where you thought the door might be, your fur soaking in water as swirls of rosé pink and white drifted past you. After a moment, you squeezed your eyes closed. A soap bubble had gotten into your right eye and you’d almost yowled in pain and annoyance.

“Where is she?” you heard Ace ask, concerned. Groping hands parted the foam somewhere behind you, and you waded more quickly, your whiskers twitching desperately at the constant contact to the myriad of bubbles in front of your face.

“Ace, that was way too much,” Thatch commented and sighed. “I literally can’t see her in all those bubbles. Why’d you go for so much?”

“Girls like bubble baths,” Ace murmured, shoveling hands full of foam out of the tub. “I didn’t think it’d blow up like this. I should have used my soap.”

“She’s a cat-yoi,” Marco said, and you heard somebody move around the tub. Or at least you thought you did. The bubble foam made sizzling noises in your overly sensitive ears.

“Do you even have soap?” Thatch asked, sounding genuinely curios.

Flattening your ears against your skull, you waded onward, a task made very difficult by being fucking submerged in water to your nostrils. Using your tail like a paddle seemed to do little to propel your forward. Useless thing!

“She’s a girl cat,” Ace corrected him. “She might like it. Kotatsu likes bubble baths. Also. I do owe a soap. Fuck off.”

“Kotatsu is five times her size and is no danger of drowning in it,” Marco replied warily, and you heard fabric rustle, and then a big set of hands parted the foam to your right – you couldn’t see it, but you could hear it.

You melted away from that side and wondered how fucking huge this bathtub was?! Did they do communal baths?! Pirate orgy parties?! Where was the end of this?! You shuddered and waded onwards.

“When was the last time you took a bath, anyhow?” Thatch continued, unperturbed. Water splashed behind you, and you almost growled in annoyance. “By the way, I suspect Kotatsu appreciates the company of the nurses more than the bubbles,” he chuckled, and a hand touched your tail.

You snapped it forward against your body and squinted against the pain. Bubbles. Bubbles everywhere. Was this how you’d die? Suffocated by fucking bubbles?!

“Actually, only four days ago, thankyouverymuch.” Ace sounded exasperated.

You grimaced. Pirates.

“Well, you might as well use the chance,” you could hear Thatch and then something that sounded like he was heartily patting Ace’s back. “Since you went to all the trouble to prepare the biggest bubble disaster since Haruta’s prank of ’17.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna get in there naked. You saw what she tried to do to Marco’s thumb?”

You rolled your eyes. You hadn’t even been successful; your teeth had barely nicked him. Plus, whatever Ace was thinking, you definitely wouldn’t try to sink your teeth into his naked arse. Or anything else, for that matter. You had class, after all.

“Guys,” Marco said, “Focus. The cat.”

You’d given up trying to find your way out of the fucking bathtub for a moment, but now that hand after hand full of foam was suddenly shoveled away, your chance was slipping away quickly. You might have even made it to the rim of this veritable pool if a bubble hadn’t found its way into your left nostril. You tried to control yourself. To be zen. To find your inner center.

You managed for about 2.5 seconds before a hearty sneeze parted the bubbles in front of your face.

Aw, rats.

Looking up and squinting against the burning in your eyes, you saw Marco look down at you, clearly very amused. Clearly also very shirtless and up to his elbows in foamy water. He apparently hadn’t noticed the small cloud of foam that was sitting on his shoulder. “There she is.”

Yay. He found you.

You sneezed again, realized that the door was very much not in front of you, and heaved a sigh that didn’t even nearly match the tragedy one wrong decision had brought upon you. Closing your eyes again, you accepted your fate, your tail curled tightly around you, your ears flattened against your skull, and your strength seeping from your body from the continued contact with water – even if it wasn’t saltwater, it wasn’t exactly doing great things to your stamina and strength, submerged as you were.

“Where’d you get the bath thingy from, anyway?” Thatch asked and sidled up on the other side of the bathtub. You blinked your eyes open briefly. Long enough to notice that he had not bothered putting on a shirt in the meantime. Well. Understandable. But distracting. You closed your eyes again.

“Izou’s stash,” Ace answered and removed a bulk of foam from around you. “Aww, kitty, this is too high for you!” He moved away, and then a slurping sound somewhere behind you announced that he was letting some of the water out.

After a moment of silence, Thatch spoke up again. “He’ll kill you.”

“Naaaah,” Ace shook his head. “He’ll like her.”

“He’ll kill you and not even try to hide it. Shoot you right between the eyes.”

You ducked into the receding water line, curled up as much as you could. Five minutes spent in this porcelain prison, and they were already talking murder. Fucking hell. You better be a very convincing cat.

“Miau,” you uttered and cleared your throat. No, that hadn’t sounded quite right. “Miau?” you tried again, happier the tone.

“Sssh, kitty. It’s all good,” Ace said, and you personally didn’t think anything at all was good right now, but hey, you might be biased.

“He won’t kill me,” he then continued. “I’ll just tell him it was Marco.” He chuckled, and suddenly his hands were on you. Not that you could see right now, but he’d touched your butt enough times today for you to know the way his hands felt on you, and that in itself was… disconcerting. You didn’t even know how your life had derailed like this.

“Yeah, as if I’d be that dumb-yoi,” Marco snorted. “I think she’s got foam in her eyes, she’s not even opening her eyes.”

A large hand came around your chest and propped you up only a moment before a second hand cupped your face. You opened your mouth to protest – still undecided on whether this warranted a hiss or a growl, you weren’t quite sure on the proper cat etiquette – and felt water pour over your eyes. Sputtering, you tried to reel back, but Marco held you firmly. A moment later, his fingers traced your eyes, and the burning sensation was gone in a second. You slowly blinked your eyes open, seeing three very expectant faces looking down at you. All naked, as far as you could see. The men attached to the faces, that was, not just the faces. All very built as far as you could discern. Huh. Apparently a life of pirating made for great upper body training.

With some delay you remembered that you should probably be scared and shrunk away.

“She’s got pretty eyes,” Ace cooed and started to massage the shampoo into your fur, the movements surprisingly tender and somewhat hypnotizing. You blinked up at him. One plus point to Freckles. Clearly, he had great taste.

“Mhm,” Marco made and mirrored Ace’s movements at your front. Each only used one hand, steading your body with the other. There was literally nowhere left to go.

Ace’s hand felt pleasantly warm, while Marco’s was refreshingly cool. It was weird, but… if you had to be honest… probably the most comfortable bath treatment you’d ever gotten in your life. Ah, well. If you were doomed, you might as well enjoy a massage, right?

So what if they were hardened criminals? They also had amazingly dexterous fingers – probably from strangling marines or something such – and they hit just the right spots. Right there, on your lower back and just above your shoulder. You didn’t realize that your eyes had drifted shut, and you had started to purr until Marco chuckled.

“Not so bad now, huh?” he murmured. “Considering you were trying your best to chew off my finger just a minute ago, kitty-yoi.”

You abruptly stopped the purring, and your eyes snapped open. Right. Right. You shouldn’t get too comfortable. The chances that they’d do something nasty after going to the trouble of fishing you out of the sea and literally bathing you like a princess were slim. Not zero. But slim.

You eyed the three of them, taking note of their wide shoulders and muscular chests. Your eyes landed on Ace’s upper arm, the muscles rippling below his skin as he moved, and the letters spelled on it. ASCE. Drunken mistaken? Illiteracy? A lost bet?

The hat he’d worn before was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t look too hard, though; you got distracted by the freckles on his shoulders and, even more so, his very defined pectorals. Shit. He was hot.

Quickly looking away to the pirate in front of you – Marco – you hoped to regain focus. However, his chest was just as defined, and the lines of the giant tattoo there just invited your eyes to roam. It was like they were models for the Hottest Pirates of the Year calendar, and that was slightly unfair.

But enjoyable.

You looked up, your eyes locked with Marco’s, and for a horrible, horrible moment you saw something in his eyes that looked like scrutiny. His brow furrowed and you gulped. Shit. Did he know?! Shit. Shitshitshit.

Just then his hand reached your right ear and he started to rub circles against it and without any conscious choice your brain cells took a vacation and you absolutely melted into his hand like butter onto warm toast bread. One touch and any intelligent thought was annihilated. Your ears were your weakness. The purring was back, full volume, your chest vibrating.

“Awww, just listen to her. Almost as loud as Kotatsu,” Ace grinned and worked the shampoo into the fur along your spine, setting off all kinds so reflexes.

Overstimulated, your tail started to twitch as you tried to simultaneously shift against his hand while remaining in full contact with Marco’s hand at your ear. Your paws were kneading water, your eyes dropping closed.

Suddenly, it didn’t seem all that important anymore that they were allegedly plundering and killing their way through the Grand Line. Their hands were magic. To be fair, you’d never seen them make any trouble on your island, on the contrary… they restocked, paid good money… partied… and left.

Maybe they weren’t so bad.

Maybe getting a full-on body massage was actually completely ethically acceptable.

Maybe playing cat for like a week or however long it would take to land on another island wouldn’t be too bad.

“Well, seeing as you have the little Miss under control…,” Thatch said, and you’d have protested that notion if you weren’t so busy feeling fucking amazing right now. You cracked one eye open to watch him.

He got up and ran a hand through his wet hair. Somewhere, in the periphery of your conscience, you noticed that his wide chest and back were decorated with several tattoos, as were his muscular upper arms. “I’ll go take a shower, and rinse the salt off of me too.”

The next time you had something resembling a conscious thought was when your eyes landed on his very naked butt on the other side of the room, stepping into a shower. His very naked, very shapely butt. And his strong, muscular thighs. And, as he turned to draw the curtain closed, you saw even more that piqued your interest... You craned your neck, the purring momentarily forgotten. How… interesting.

“Alright, I think she’s all shampooed up-yoi,” Marco decreed and dropped his hand from your ear. You shot him an indignant stare because you certainly didn’t feel all shampooed up yet, you were pretty sure there was a spot still missing just behind your ear. Why did he stop?!

“Didn’t get her paws yet,” Ace murmured, slid his hand below your belly and scooped you up in one movement before you could so much as squeak your protest. In the next moment, you were held against his chest and his fingers massaged your paws. The ticklish feeling immediately shot up your spine and you drew your paw back and away only for him to reach for the next one. The game went on – you had four paws after all – and perhaps you’d have tried to protest more strongly if you hadn’t been made very aware of Ace’s physique over the last minutes. A physique you were now very close to. Close enough to boop your nose against.

Thing was, the longer you stayed in your cat form, the more feral mannerisms bubbled up in you. You’d known this for a while and usually it was fine.

Did you feel the need to run after flickering lights sometimes? Yes.

Could you handle it? Usually.

However, you’d never been in your cat form for this long.

So your tongue was already out of your mouth and halfway to his neck when you realized what you were about to do. Scraping the remnants of your sanity together, you bit down hard, wincing at the pain and quickly turned your head away from him, eyes glazing over. What the hell.

You’d almost licked the 550 billion berry pirate like a Popsicle.

Perhaps he’d been right to decline a bath. Perhaps you would have tried to bite his ass if it was even half as nicely shaped as the rest of him. Just a little. Just a nip. In a friendly, complimentary way, of course. Respectfully.

“There you go, kitty, now you’re all clean,” Ace cooed into your ear and you shivered. Ah, shit. You were in even bigger trouble than you’d realized.

“Time to rinse it all out-yoi,” Marco announced suddenly. “Close your eyes!”

“What?” Ace managed to ask while you squeezed your eyes shut.

Next thing you knew you and Ace both were dripping wet, although it was fair to say that you had been for quite some time and were far less surprised. Ace, on the other hand, looked utterly flabbergasted as he glanced down over his length, then at you, then at Marco, and then back at himself. A frown appeared on his face.

“What the hell, man?!” he demanded to know, his hands tightening around you.

Marco chuckled. “I figured it was a good opportunity-yoi.”

“For what?!” Ace snapped. “Being the most annoying brother since Luffy raided the alligator mom’s nest and had her hunting us through the whole forest for days?!”

“Regular showers are highly encouraged,” Marco said mildly, a serene smile in place.

Ace’s fingers twitched and you looked up at him, seeing his grin grow absolutely feral as he lowered his head. Suddenly, you felt very much like you’d like to switch holder.

“Is that so?” he asked and tenderly set you on the ground. You made a squishing noise as you touched down and grimaced. Shampoo bubbles were still everywhere in your fur.

“As per the nurse’s request…-,” Marco started and easily dodged the bucket full of water Ace was splashing his way. How quickly he had managed to pick up the bucket, scoop it full with water, and splash it out was beyond you.

Within five seconds the situation had derailed completely. Marco was hosing Ace down at any chance he got, Ace was catapulting buckets full of foamy water at Marco, Thatch was humming in the shower as if this was an everyday occurrence, and you sat there. Just watching. Just wondering if these men were indeed the criminals you had assumed them to be.

Also… should you… like… just go finish rinsing yourself, or…?

Let me know with what we shall continue - Ace's bath? Picking a name for cat!reader that she will hate with a certainty of 100%? (Suggestions? :D) Let me know in the comments! :D @ms-sasa You wanted to be tagged, here you go! <3

#stowaway series #one piece x reader #whitebeard pirates #one piece #portgas d. ace #marco the phoenix #thatch #kitty!reader #this took forever and I apologize but I can finally write again so if you have aaaaaany wishes and ideas #let me know +_+#I hope this is funny for somebody other than me too

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iliektehhaxs · 13 days

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Hi lovely how’s your day?🤍

Do know the trend of calling your boyfriend husband but in some mistaken them and s/o as husband and wife and s/o not correcting them what do you think ff16 babe reacts including gav an Jill maybe bene too

Cid is a smug ass I know it

Clive starts hearing wedding bells in his head. He acts like it doesn’t affect him, but we all know that Clive couldn’t lie his way out of a paper bag.

“Me? Nothing’s wrong with me,” he says nervously. “Why would you ask?”

He hasn’t looked you in the eye this whole time, you damn near corner him before he finally asks the question on his mind.

“What you said earlier, about me being your husband…it made me happy. Ecstatic, actually.”

You smile up at him. “If it makes you so ecstatic, buy me a ring and make it official.”

“Gladly.”

Joshua easily accepts the lie and makes a show of calling you his wife every chance he gets.

“Of course I’ll set the table wife, what else would a good husband do?”

“Massage your legs? Anything for my hard-working wife.”

Each time it makes you blush, but little do you know he has a tiny box in his back pocket at all times, waiting for just the right moment to make it official.

Cid literally won’t respond now if you don’t call him your husband.

“What’s that love? Can’t tell who you’re trying to call, gonna have to be more specific.”

You’ve given him an excuse to be an even smugger bastard, but in reality he feels his heart beat faster at the thought of you seeing him as husband material. He hopes that never changes.

Jill is a fantastic liar so she assumes the role easily, it’s only when you’re in private that she calls you out on your Freudian slip.

“Wife, is it? I’m very flattered,” she tells you, hand in her own. “Pray tell—what ring size are you?”

She giggles when you face starts reddening.

Gav starts sputtering like a broken engine, looking at you wide eyed with disbelief.

“Beg your pardon?”

When you repeat yourself he puts a hand over his heart, falling over as if he was struck. “Oh, mercy me! To be subject to Cupid’s enchanted arrows at such a young age—“

You have to slap his shoulder to get him to stop, but he gets the point across.

Tarja looks at you with a raised eyebrow, asks you if you meant what you said, and when you say yes she simply nods.

“Alright then, wife it is. Can’t promise your wedding will be extravagant but I’m sure Charon could give me some tips for a nice ring.”

Surely she’s joking, right?

She is not. Two weeks later she presents you with a ring.

Barnabas becomes so stoic you’re afraid you’ve actually angered him, but it’s quite the opposite—he has to harden his face to steel to hide just how badly your words make him weak.

“We will talk about this when we get home,” he grunts, and now you’re convinced you’ve upset him. By the time you get home you have an apology on your lips until Barnabas steals the words from you with a searing kiss.

“What you said, did you mean it?” He asks, to which you nod profusely. He laughs against your lips, then places another kiss upon them, hands cradling your face.

“Then you shall be my queen from this moment.”

#robo speaks #ask #robo writes #final fantasy xvi

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flowerslut · 2 months

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shamefully despite how easily i am influenced i have not made my way through your ao3 catalogue. where would be a good starting point? (licking kink not required but always appreciated)

wow thanks for giving me an excuse to make a compilation of my (shorter) twilight fics that I want more people to read!!!!! ok ok so all my best favorite ones (minus call of the night. we are pretending call of the night does not exist, okay? dont think about it. dont even look at it) are my mid-length ones. now, first and foremost: I am an angst writer, and boy do I love to whump on alice and jasper, so in no particular order, you should read these fun little jalice fics while you wait for me to update roots over the next few weeks/months

North Star

rated: M words: 20,336 chapters: one-shot summary: "He’s the Eye of the South. The god of war. Master of battle and oracle of death. He’s not just the most dangerous weapon the world has ever seen, but he’s a man in love. And combining those two just makes this so much worse. Jasper sees a girl in his head, and he's afraid of what comes next."

thoughts: okay i lied, they are in a particular order. or at least this one is. this is my favorite twilight fic I've written (I think) and I got dramatic as fuck with it. written for jalice week back in 2021, the prompt was "power/ability swap" and you get exactly that: jasper is the psychic, alice is the empath, everything else is the same... or is it? this is also notably the first fic I ever sent to someone (g, obviously) to look over/give corrections to, so that might be why it has fewer stupid grammatical/sentence structure issues than most of my other stuff (minus roots). content warning for physical abuse, implied sexual assault, and mild sexual content. (also on ff.net)

The Almost Quiet

rated: T words: 10,365 chapters: one-shot summary: "He wants to blame loneliness, but maybe this is what was meant for him all along. A long road that leads to a depressing end. Longing after a girl he doesn’t know whose mind is lost."

thoughts: the last line of this fic is my personal favorite one I've written in recently memory! anyways this is an all-human AU, (sort of). in 1920, alice and jasper meet as humans and jasper's job gets much harder after that. this one is far from the best on this list, but it's entertaining, angsty, and has a satisfying ending imo. content warning for forced institutionalization and ableist language. (also on ff.net)

Déjà-rêvé

rated: T words: 6,551 chapters: one-shot summary: "It's nothing Alice had ever seen. It was no vision, no dream. It was only a possibility that had haunted the back of her mind like a nightmare for as long as she'd known what was out there for her to fear. Jasper had never known about this fear until it became their reality."

thoughts: this is the shortest one on this list, and since you like roots, you'll probably like this. its vaguely similar in that it's a whumpy post-breaking dawn AU, but this is only a snippet of an aftermath in which alice loses her power. wrote it for secret santa 2022 and had a BLAST with it. (if you want more whumpy one-shots my ao3 is chock full of whumptober prompts)

No Friend of Mine

rated: T words: 15,199 chapters: one-shot summary: "He contemplates telling Peter about Alice’s visits, but something holds him back from doing it. Perhaps because it doesn’t feel like Alice whenever she’s lying on his bedroom floor, curled in an old blanket that’s too small for him but perfectly sized for her, utterly still and silent even while awake. A part of him feels like it would be a betrayal to reveal this side of her to someone even as close to him as Peter is. After all, Peter is his friend. And Alice is… well, not."

thoughts: I think this fic is severely underrated, but maybe that's because I literally came up with the concept and wrote it over the course of a day and a half or something insane like that, and I think that for a hastily written secret santa gift from 2020, it holds up sooo well. it's an all-human AU where alice is the weird new girl, and like always, jasper is in way over his head. all the cullens get a role, it has the 'fluffiest' moments, and its faaaantastic. content warning for child abuse.

The Hunted

rated: T words: 26,664 chapters: 11 summary: "It's not so wise if you try to run."

thoughts: this one is the most self-indulgent (with the most questionable characterization tbh) based on g's post from 2019 that says 'twilight, but when bella slips away from jasper and goes to the ballet studio to meet james, he isn’t there. he waited until everyone split up in the airport, and then went for alice instead. in the ensuing chaos, while everyone is freaking out, victoria grabs bella.' this is the only one on the list I might take a look at in the future to rewrite chunks of, but it's great fun your honor. ignore what anyone else tells you about the ending. but make sure to keep this short sequel/epilogue handy, for... reasons. (also on ff.net)

A Loyal Wife

rated: M words: 21,930 chapters: 5 summary: "Alice is only a Lady because she was forced to be one. She much rather preferred being untitled. Just a constant in this strange family of women. Girls both grown and not, betrothed to the man who protects and spoils them. Quickly the newborns realize that Alice is more weapon than wife, and that suits her just fine."

thoughts: last but certainly not least is my attempt at 'jalice enemies-to-lovers' that I wrote over the course of two days while on vacation. this story has everything: southern wars, a marriage cult, weird power dynamics, and [checks notes] trying to seduce your enemy mid-fight. this is another one of my favorites, and maybe the messiest (affectionate) as far as story content goes (of course, minus roots). content warnings for sexual assault/dubious consent.

#jalice #twilight fanfiction #alice cullen #jasper hale #no but seriously if you haven't read call of the night just hold off on it for now #the entire series is like half a million words rn but the beginning is SO POORLY DONE that i always wish I could make it like.#invisible to people on AO3 until I can fix it. that way I can CONTINUE the series #the fic/series as a whole is hashtag Good but you can just TELL the fist 20-50k was written by a high school kid. bc it was #thats on me for not editing well enough back in 2017/18

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anitalianfrie · 4 months

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re: your pinned post on genderbending those old men -> care to share your genderbending headcanons

anon i'm giggling kicking my feet it's like i've waited all my life for this ask and the time has finally come!!! numerous thoughs under the cut

formula 1

in this case i mainly thought about them as couple dynamics, so every one is their separate au

lestappen: grew through the ranks together, super strong hate because of course only one of them could get to the top. almost phisically fought a couple of times. charles actually pretended to be a boy for the first years of her career (because she didn't want to be left out and thought that the only way to race was being a boy) while max idgafs her way through everything, she's been raised with a purpose and that purpose is winning. when max wins her first gp charles is literally fuming because she was supposed to be the first and you can guess how bad is their antagonism in 2018/2019 because they're always paired together, always compared. max struggles less with redbull than charles does with ferrari (thank you italy and sexism), but she wouldn't be allowed to come out anyways. charles is always underestimated because she's "too pretty", "too feminine" an thus not able to drive the car in the "correct way". But once she starts beating seb she becomes "la predestinata" anyway. And of course they were each others first crush (girl crush in charles' case but you get the point)

brocedes: they have already the crazy middle-school psychosexual codependent girl friendship down to a T, so my thesis is it would be even worse. somehow.

strollonso: nanda who wins her two back to back championships and then suffers by the hands of numerous teams, gets called a whore for getting the "preferential treatment", gets told she should retire by the age of thirty. And lance who grows up watching her on the tv and begs her dad to race and works and pleads to get sponsors because she might be rich but she's still a girl. and then after years and years they become teammates and lance gets hit with the super embarassing middle-school crush she had on nanda of ages. and fernanda who married a man because she thought that's what she was supposed to do (and then divorced him once she realized she was a lesbian) can't help but to be charmed by lance's clumsiness and to tease her (lance literally vibrates out of her skin every time it happens and calls este to talk about it. este hates her)

motogp

no more separate aus baby, i'm shoving an embarassing amount of girls on the grid!

vale: i've already talked estensively about her here (like. waaay to much. i'm obsessed)

marc (marcia): she's a girly girl, she loves to feel pretty and traditionally feminine and to dress in pink and to wear skirts, she's the og babygirl. people try to underestimate her for this, but once on the track she transforms into a ruthless monster and the excuse of "too girly to ride a motorcycle" doesn't exactly stand. "en la pista soy putilla" yes she is. a lot. she pretends to be small and weak but her arms are the size of trunks and she can benchpress her brother. she's a big girlTM in a short body (but she's still taller then dani). and of course. big tits.

bez (marzia): big girlTM. she's big she's strong she's tall her face is too masculine. she's a lesbian. she's a tomboy. she doesn't know where she fits. vale is her idol, her goddess, since she was six and pretending to be her on her bike (she also had a crush on her. of course). she fight tooth and nail to get what she wants and to arrive to moto3 and her family supports her fiercely. when vale asks her to get into the academy she cries (alone in her room)

cele: weird girl, weird face, she doesn't know what's her place, she's not feminine enough but also not masculine enough, she lives in the no-man's land. she's a bit off-putting and her humour is weird and she's serious and extroverted but like, in a weird way. she's lanky and lean and shouldn't be able to ride a motorcycle but she does anyway. she's had a crush on bez for the best part of her life.

pecco: "too serious, she should smile more". small but her arms are the size of trunks. has been in love with luca for half her life and refuses to aknowledge it (but her first crush was vale. of course)

#please do come in my asks to talk about genderbend drivers/riders #girlcedes #girlestappen #girl!nando #girl!lance #girl!vale #girl!cele #girl!marc #girl!bez #girl!pecco #c'è posta per me

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pacific-rimbaud · 11 months

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How do you imagine Draco and Hermione physically? We know he’s white blonde and she’s curly haired but do you have a specific hairstyle for them? Is Draco muscular or leaning on lanky? Is Hermione tall or short and voluptuous

So . . . DHr has a passionate love affair with the "What do you absolutely hate in a fic?" thread across multiple platforms, and if you read just one or two of them you discover there's truly nothing you can do that won't make a great many people despise your fic and probably you (other than make Hermione flawless—by all means give her Johann Goethe's mind and a runway body). Some readers get legitimately angry when you violate their personal headcanons, and readers have strong feelings around the way these characters look. I've tried to leave Hermione in particular a bit of a blank slate for this reason, even though I have a fan cast I adore. It is not Emma Watson.

But, with extreme caution, my personal headcanons under the cut:

I have a loved one with curly hair who struggles tremendously with their hair texture despite doing everything "right" to manage it, and I headcanon Hermione's hair as a similar forever war. I feel that's supported by canon. It's not a bird's nest, she keeps it clean and trimmed and styled, but it behaves differently at various points in her hormonal cycle, suddenly decides it hates previously useful products, and goes frizzy in humidity. That sort of thing. I think she'd keep it a practical medium length and wear it up/back a lot. She'd use make-up well, dress neatly and with style, get her nails done, all of that.

I see her as about the average height of a British woman, 5'5"/165cm, with a moderately curvy build on an average frame. I think she'd be fit, but also treat exercise the same way she would tooth brushing: something vitally important to her health that she gets out of the way so she can move on to other, more interesting parts of her day. She's 100% the person at work who brings a chicken salad for lunch every day, but also see her loving food just as much as literally every other human being I know.

Draco's a little easier, because unless people are in the tall/small size kink camp that was super active for a while there, they seem comfortable with a Draco described somewhere in the neighborhood of average British male height, which is 5'10"/178cm. My headcanon is that he's a little bit tall, maybe 5'11"/180cm or 6'0"/182cm. Because he's canonically an athlete and canonically self-important, I picture him as having a lean Seeker build and taking care to maintain it.

And that's about it! I don't intend any of this to be a correct answer. They're my personal preferences and headcanons, not directives. I hope everyone finds loads of fic where their beloved characters match what they see in their heads and use the exit button liberally when they don't. 💜

#you asked I answered #heacanons

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bungeo-ppangie · 1 year

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002 . chemistry

ღ wc. 1.2k~ words, 7k~ characters

Setting down the polaroids reluctantly, you finally got back to finding your scarf and heading to the filming location. It was only a few blocks away, fortunately, so walking there wouldn't take up too much of your time.

Of course, since Jungwon had to film an EN-LOG for most of the recording session, being late would come with at least 50 angry engenes staking out HYBE's dorms for the next two weeks. It was safe to say that you weren't planning to take any risks with this.

You arrived just in time, thankfully not with too much sweat. Unsurprisingly, it was a high end academy, to match the album's concept, the loves of youth. Jungwon was already there, with stylists crowding around him. Each held up different outfit ideas at him, trying to decide on the final outfits.

You laughed to yourself about his unfortunate situation, allowing yourself a second to enjoy it before being the better person and helping out. You walked over to him and tapped his shoulder, making him glance over at you.

"Yah, Jungcat. Are you still not finished with fittings?" You asked him as his eyes lit up from your presence. Meanwhile, your stylists were already all over the place, gathering outfit pieces and makeup.

"I've been busy, so they could only take measurements. I think I've earned their hate for a good amount of time from making them decide my mv outfits in only a few minutes." He grimaced, thinking about the struggle with makeup that would come soon.

“Yn if you drank a shit ton of water again right before this I’m going to murder you~” Your head stylist and probable 2nd best friend, Haeyoung, interrupted your conversation by grabbing onto your shoulders to steer you towards the dressing room, ignoring your protests. “Sorry jungwon, but you’ll see her when you start recording.”

“As long as she gets back somehow,” Jungwon replied teasingly, but the disappointed little pout on his face was obvious- his dimples even came out. All things considered, it even came as a surprise to you that the expression didn’t also come with a pair of drooping cat ears and limp tail.

“Young-a, it’s the first time I’ve seen wonnie in a week,” You whined as she buttoned a cardigan up on you at an impossible speed, unneeded pins ready to be used in her mouth.

“Ah, young love. Yn literally stop dieting or I’m complaining to the company, it’s the third time we’ve had to size down again.” Haeyoung barely paid heed to your complaints, instead dishing out her own.

“What are these double standards? You just told me to stop drinking so much water, now I have to eat more. I don’t see a difference. And that statement of yours was wrong on both accounts. We’re the same age, if you haven’t noticed, and me and wonnie are just friends.” You grumbled, spinning around at Haeyoung’s command.

“Quoting Miraculous? I would laugh, but I can’t dismiss my childhood love Adrien like that. Anyways, you do realize that I could go a lot faster if I didn’t have to continue stopping to take these pins out of my mouth to talk to you. Easy work for me, more time with loverboy for you.” Haeyoung murmured, not even hiding her love for the ship. Actually, it should be an entire cruise by now, as she’s managed to welcome over half of the stylist teams in HYBE aboard the vessel. Curse her extroverted personality.

However, you couldn’t deny her reasoning was correct, so you stayed silent for the rest of the fitting, in hopes of seeing Jungwon soon. When you finally headed into the recording studio, Jungwon was already starting his live.

“Good afternoon, engenes! I’m recording my new album with my best friend Yn today!” He gave the camera a wave and a smile, which only brightened when you slipped into the frame.

“Hey engenes! Nice to meet you all, I’m everyone’s favorite Belift soloist, Ln Yn!” You cheered, matching Jungwon’s dimpled cheeks with your own and a toothy grin. He threw his arms around your shoulders casually and slouched a bit while walking around and talking to make sure you stayed in the middle of the frame. Even though it went by completely unnoticed by the two of you, your actions as the live went on were able to completely convince everyone who was watching that you guys were absolutely smitten with each other. It started with exchanging knowing glances before giggling uncontrollably together, or gazing fondly at the other person while they worked on their pitch.

However, your chemistry became even more noticeable half an hour into the live. You would find yourself unconsciously leaning towards him, pr catch him looking at you with the slightest blush when you ran a hand through your hair. Nothing uncommon for you two, but it was completely new for the engenes watching.

You had actually been caught with him many times already by Dispatch, but they were never able to catch you close enough to identify you. You were able to stay just out of dating rumors for years due to your incredible luck. However, it seemed that your luck had run out by this live- but not necessarily in a bad way.

“Jungwonnie oppa, I just joined. Is that your yeochin?” Jungwon’s brows furrowed as he read out loud a comment, which he instantly regretted- well, right after he finished being confused over it. “Yeochin? Ah, yn? Ahh.. umm, we’re just friends. I’ve just known her for a really long time, so I’m more comfortable around her.”

Jungwon’s awkward tone only became hurried with his manager tapping his wrist at him to indicate that they had to leave soon.

“Oh, I have to go now engenes. I had fun today, thanks for joining me!” He quickly rambled, trying to find a way to end the live without an awkward aura.

“Kkeut!” You quickly put what you had learned as Riki's protege to use, ending the live quickly and hopefully less awkward than it could have been. Off-topic, but how were you younger than Riki? You always thought your age was practically the same as Jungwon's, yet you had to use honorifics with Riki in public.

In any case, Jungwon interrupted your thoughts by turning to you with an apologetic smile as the live ended.

"Sorry ynie, I read the comment out loud without thinking. It shouldn't be an issue, it was probably just that one fan thinking that. Don't be mad?" Jungwon parted his lips widely in what he thought was an encouraging grin, but turned out to be more of a cute grimace.

"It's all good with me, sheep garden. I'm an independent girlbossing woman, remember? A comment isn't even denting it." You flipped your hair behind your shoulder dramatically, not unlike the kdrama CEOs you mirrored the move from.

"I-LAND? Really? Be up to date, halmeoni~!" Jungwon called behind his shoulder, laughing as he skipped away. You heard his manager grumbling under his breath about how Jungwon was never this cheerful with them, and that if he was half this happy looking in all his lives, then he'd be on the receiving end of all possible good PR by now.

Little did you both know, this comment would bring upon the most change and chaos in your idol careers yet. You know that saying, "Everything will be better in the morning"? Well, whatever greater sentient being was in charge of making that statement true evidently forgot to apply it to you.

PREVIOUS . M.LIST . NEXT

#enha #enha fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen #enhypen jungwon #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon angst #jungwon x you

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junkosblunt · 1 year

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despair sisters headcanon of the day

personally i headcanon junko and mukuro as identical twins. i think within the context of the games it’s much more realistic for them to have been identical instead of fraternal but then again when has danganronpa ever striven for even mild realism lol. like in the ultimate talent development plan and in danganronpa s ultimate summer camp junko and mukuro swap out and interact with the same set of classmates and nobody notices that they’re two different people. how could they pull that off if they weren’t identical? lol.

it also strikes me as unrealistic that mukuro could just throw on a blonde wig and pass for junko in thh when there were literal photos of junko for other students to compare her to. i know they had the whole “it’s photoshop” conversation but it was kind of implied that the photoshopped differences in question were mukuro’s chest size and freckles not her whole facial structure. if mukuro were truly a different person appearance wise, kyoko or togami or even celestia would’ve clocked that shit so fast.

and idk—sprite wise they look almost exactly the same to me save for bust size, freckles, and, in some expressions, eye shape, though i think the slight variations in eye shape can be attributed to makeup. remember, junko is the ultimate gyaru, meaning she’s extremely skilled with makeup application and probably wears a fuck ton of it. junko’s eyes may appear a bit bigger than mukuro’s with some facial expressions, but that doesn’t mean they actually are. it’s wild what eye liner, concealer, eye shadow, eye pencils, a base, and crazy talent can do to your eye shape. meanwhile, mukuro has to do her own makeup during the killing game, and let’s be real—odds are, it’s a herculean task for her to even properly apply mascara lmao.

am i correct that they’re identical twins? nope! will i hold the belief that they’re identical twins in my heart until the day i die? yup!

BUT IN DEFENSE OF THIS HEADCANON—hair can easily be dyed and mukuro beginning her rigorous athletic training as the ultimate soldier at twelve years old (so before puberty) could account for her smaller chest size. as far as the freckles go, mukuro probably spends significantly more time outside in the sun for training/work which would explain why her freckles are so prominent and visible while junko appears to have no freckles at all. it’s entirely possibly that junko does have very faint, faded freckles that she covers with makeup or that simply aren’t as prominent as mukuro’s.

#junko enoshima #mukuro ikusaba #danganronpa #dr #dr trigger happy havoc #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #despair sisters #ikusaba mukuro #junko fucking enoshima #enoshima junko #headcanon

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pix3lplays · 24 days

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(( hiiii ~ )) " oh, jade ? i've met her a time or two, " she noted, her eyes glancing from cinnamon's form to the world around them, dark and in ruin. there's literally no way that she believes her for even a second, but she'll entertain the other girl's ideas for a little while, just to see how far she would go to hold up a lie. " you sure do seem like the type she would get along with. ah, how is she doing ? last i saw her, she was doing what she does best: making deals and getting profits. "

calico was not the type to blatantly accuse someone outright, at least, not when she had no proof. she was a much more friendly person than some of the faces one would see within the ipc. " a world long past might be the correct way to put it. look- over there. vegetation has grown out of control. surely civilization hasn't been here for a long time, right ? " she nodded over to a crumbling building, where thick green vibes were growing up the cemented stones, travelling so far that it was practically at the third or fourth floor. " but.. i don't know that for sure.. " she crossed her arms, her eyebrows knitted together as she thought about what could have possibly happened.

" i know i was stuck on penacony for a little while, with one of your.. colleagues, no doubt, but there's no way i was so late to a travesty of this size. " she seemingly ignored the other girl's thinly veiled insults, although it was definitely filed away for later, instead trying to figure out what had caused this in the first place. it wasn't like the ipc to get information wrong, so there must be a reason she was sent out there. and she alone, apparently. there were no signs of other ipc members here, either, which only added to her confusion. finally, she shook her head to get herself out of her slump, her attention returning to cinnamon. " how about we work together ? you can get your little trinkets, and i can get a nice little report to the ipc. i won't even report you, consider it a.. friendly little get-together. you are friends with my colleagues, after all, and i've met yours. that makes us friends either way, right ? " (( strongly considering makin an ask blog just for her,, the babygirl ))

(Honestly you should, I’m surprised at how much interaction I’m already getting and I’m like UM maybe I should’ve put this on an ask blog lol. Might move her later, haha)

“Ah well…you know Jade…she knows how to get what she wants. I admire her but you IPC types are a bit too ambitious for my taste…” Cinnamon shrugs. “I believe a woman like her will be successful in all that she does. She hasn’t returned my phone calls in a while though so I couldn’t tell you exactly how she’s been.”

Cinnamon looks like she’s considering Calico slightly differently, it’s almost like she’s realized she’s underestimated the efficiency of the IPC, given Calico’s very professional initial examination of the planet. She examines what Calico pointed out, whistles and nods in agreement. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right…seems like the local flora are in charge now…” she points at a large vine climbing what once was a skyscraper, following its curve with her finger.

“Oh I do hope my fellow Fool didn’t cause you any trouble…but you’ve come from Penacony? I’ve heard there’s been quite a bit of IPC activity there…”

“So why would they send you out here all alone…?” Cinna asks, mostly to herself.

“But yes!” Cinna clasps her hands together, and then performs her signature bow. “We’ve met each other’s colleagues, we’re practically family at this point! Do you IPC types know how to fight?”

Cinna asks, patting the large hammer slung around her waist. She knew she could draw attention to it given Calico had already mentioned not reporting her, but Cinna simply HAD to draw attention to the illegal weapon. An extendable handle on the hammer wasn’t the issue…but what WAS the issue was the fact that she installed some sort of unstable rocket into the hammer, to give any swing some seriously lethal extra force.

“I only mention it because upon arrival I discovered the local wildlife was Not very friendly,” she chuckles. “But who knows…there may be some other “hunters” out here that aren’t nearly as friendly as me, too…”

“Oh and if you can fight I would be Very happy to let you take the lead in this little dance…clever girls like me are better suited to support from the shadows…” either she was trying to use Calico as some sort of shield, or was genuinely better at covering blind spots than actually fighting.

#pixel rp #cinnamon rp

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silver-wield · 11 months

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i find the whole tifa "SHOULD" be buff on twitter really sad. Some people are really taking the white Knighting complex and missing out why some are saying factual stuff about her. If the OP didn't try to force their way that she's a pugilist (which she is not, she's a monk but they're probably referring to ff14 pugilist -> monk system which didn't exist in FF7 yet.....but they really do no want to be corrected and would rather tantrum instead ... seriously so "mature" goddamn it, that's why I blocked them off) and that she should be buff otherwise you're kissing SE's/Nomura's ass. It's sad, really sad.

Do they even really love tifa just as she is? Then why ask to change her? Almost even removing most of her chest which is a part of her whether they like it her not? One could have a preference surely....but they shouldn't shove it down people's throat and call them names if they don't agree. If they don't want people to comment, then why post it on public then? It's the internet? I really don't like OP, they're being too defensive and insecure with their own work.... Just because people liked it, doesn't mean the majority will accept it, twitter is not the world. That isn't tifa, that's somebody cosplaying as tifa instead. Seriously..... If OP didn't say shit that she "should", this wouldn't escalate at all. there have been plentiful buff < - > ultra buff tifa fanarts made all throughout the years before but don't need to assert a stupid stance like this, acting like it's a fact when it's not. They should stop forcing tifa to be their poster mascular body type character in FF series and demand SE to create a new one instead. They should leave tifa alone and stop forcing their ideals on her, Tbh her best design for me will always be dissidia tifa.

Personally, I think remake tifa could use a bit off current Rose Namajunas' body type to balance with her huge chest and add more strength to her *design shape....but what OP drew was no offense, "not effective" at all in the grand scale of things. Completely deflated her chest and muscle size like compared to cloud lol would look like a sore thumb with the rest of the cast too. Perhaps they wanted a Reika Saiki....instead? But this muscle idol, unlike their redesign is still able to keep her feminine vibes though??? Hmm

Anyway, I don't appreciate op being too defensive and aggressive I think it was them who ultimately made it worse and those who sincerely do have muscle fetish too (in the guise of pro muscular women), Im sure cleriths are taking advantage of this moment. There are indeed bad takes from clotis as well but most of them are only there because OP brought up what should and shouldn't be, no different from people who assert her breast should be larger than it already is. I clearly see no difference and "both are still objectifying tifa", it's just that their taste are different from the other. They don't even realize their hypocrisy smh. Tifa.... When will they ever stop talking about your body. You trully are the most realistic character I've ever laid eyes on 😢.

This was long but also silver, I may not always agree with you but I wish I could be more Idgaf in my life when it comes to shit like these, how the hell do you do it? It's incredible.

forgot to add srry! Not making tifa cute is like a no go especially in japan. Her youthful, feminine, cute design is like that for her (specially her), for a reason, especially when her looks are supposed to be reminiscent of general japanese Beauty standards and not western ones.

Op has zero respect for the devs or fans by being all idgaf about canon and my interpretation should be what the devs do because that's what I want.

I literally do not give a fuck if people draw Tifa different from canon. I also draw Tifa different from canon. The point I made from the start, and have stuck by is that op is body shaming women who aren't overly muscular like women can't be slender and athletic. They're disrespecting the devs creative process and acting arrogant af because they got a description from fucking Google that doesn't even match Tifa's job. She's a monk, not a pugilist. Op acting like they're being bullied when they were the one antagonising people with what they said is so much garbage I can't even.

You'll notice it's never any other character being demeaned this way. Cloud lugs an 80lb sword around but nobody says he should be more muscular.

Op even thought they had some gotcha by saying they'll draw Aerith overweight, but unless she also says this should be canon then she's just being a fucking body shaming moron. They're not doing it to celebrate bigger women, they're doing it to piss people off, and at the same time implying Aerith's canon appearance isn't adequate either. Women look like Aerith. She has a straight up and down frame. When people warp that by making her look like Tifa and then try and claim she has curves that also pisses me off because she doesn't. It's not so much the art, although I also don't like it, but typically ignore it, it's the mindset of the people making and commenting on it like their opinions should be taken up by the devs and the game changed to suit them.

And comparing a body type to a haircut is ridiculous. Anybody can get a haircut. Tifa does get a haircut in AC. Hair is not body type.

Tifa's design is canonically cute and adorable. She's yamato nadeshiko

People can draw Tifa how they want, but this is how Nomura canonically designed her. She emulates the delicate beauty, so screaming that should be changed is just a disrespect to Nomura and ffvii.

If y'all are fans then why you being assholes to the creators?

#ship war #for our girl

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