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luffyvace · 4 months

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Heyooo :D

Robin's anon back (ngjfnjff this is so funny to type I hope you don't mind 😭😭), could I request Robin with a male s/o who always take care of the crew ? (He's either like a big bro or a father for some of them) For example : He always makes sure Zoro sleeps in a comfortable position whenever he suddenly takes a nap after training, he always brings to Nami new inks, maps, pens..., candies for Chopper (just like Robin hehehehe), food for Luffy... but in process he kinda neglects himself because he prioritizes the crew above all.

Thank you again for your kindness and I wish you an amazing day/night. ❤️😊

OH HIII ROBIN’S ANON!! i don’t mind you addressing yourself as that at all it’s how i remember you:) 😭!

AWW male s/o sounds so sweet! of course i’ll do this request!!

anytime anyday anon💗💗 you have a wonderful day/night as well <3

YIPPIE I LOVE THIS GIF OF ROBIN<3

ENJOY YOUR HEADCANONS LOVELY ANONYMOUS!!

sooo!

your so helpful!!

“SNACKS! oh gee thanks m/n!”

-luffy

”mmmm…huh? PUT ME DOWN?! oh..hmm…zzzz”

-zoro

”come in! oh m/n, what’s up? is that for me?! thanksss m/n!! your the best! i was running out of paper actually!!….just for the record i don’t owe you any beri for this you know..😗”

-nami

”ahh! m/n! actually i need your help with something…i had usopp to build this shelf for my books only to realize it’s too high..could you get that red one down and..maybe make it lower? hahah 😅”

-chopper

”ohhh! m/n! look! it’s my latest invention!! the only problem is..i’m missing a key piece…see here? it needs something to generate it! could you go back to the island and find something for me?? thanks a lot! i knew i could count on you!”

-usopp

”MMMM/NNNNNNN!!!! MOOOORE SNAAAAAAAAACKS!!”

-luffy..again

”m/n! i’m trying to cook dinner but luffy keeps pestering me! think you could wrestle luffy to go play outside or something?!”

-sanji

”oi! m/n just in time! i need you to go help me test out this SUUUUUUPERRRRR new upgrade i’m making to the sunny! go unfurl the sails!”

-franky

”WHAT IN THE WORLD?! THE LOG POSE IS FACE A COMPLETE 180!! WERE GOING THE WRONG WAY!”

”oh! whoops! i asked m/n to unfurl the sails so i could-“

💥💥 😓 😬 😡✊

(yes this sequence again)

”M/N FIX THIS NOW”

-nami

”m/n!! how very good to see you! i’ve come up with a new song! would you like to hear it? very well—i shall play!”

-brook

you ran to the library as soon as you could and flopped into one of the chairs

a hand touched your shoulder and you wanted to just completely melt away from how tired you were

and yet you were gonna have to help another person

nope!

just robin:)

i mean you didn’t mind helping but…today’s been a long day

robin sits next to you

you air your complaints and get a lot of much needed stress off your shoulders

she sprouts two hands from your back to massage your shoulders and it felt really good

she gives you advice to start saying ‘no’ a little more and that it’s okay to take some time for yourself

she scolds you only a bit when you do this but only because she cares

and especially because she loves you

💗

robin had a hand in the bathroom preparing you a hot bath while you vented to her

after you were done she told you about the shower

and boy it was a real steamy one

just what you needed

robin always knows just what to do when your exhausted

but would prefer if you’d simply solve the problem at hand

LOL

she lectures you about this and man does it drag on

oh well you’d much rather hear her soothing voice than overexert yourself

she recommends you things like meditation and reading

and maybe even to go to chopper about it

especially if things get physical like your back or arms hurt

zoros’ heavy ok?

spawns a bunch of arms to chop your back if that’s what you need

shes the best really

brings you drinks and honestly just caters to you until your feeling better

by then your ready for a hot meal and some sleep

which is exactly what happens thankfully

you two holds hands in your sleep and cuddle a little closer that night

SO SWEET 🥲

these were shorter than my norm

it’s ok bc quality over quantity right?? you can always request more i’m just sleepy rn 😋

also this was in a slightly different writing style than usual so i hope you like!! it’s not permanent tho

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autemka · 15 days

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☀️: Hmmm hey Moonie? Shall I stop, or tease our little giggle bug a bit moooore?))))~ hehehe

Me: B-B-BOYS!! T-THATS T-t-tTOO MUCH hahah!!!

🌙: Hmhmhmhmh~~~ let’s PUNISH her with our LOooOOve~ *chuckle*

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G-GUYS YO-! N-no! *giggle*

☀️: hehehehe)))) *purring and love humming*

🌙: GRrrRrrrrrr)))~ * also purring but mostly growling*

#sketch #art #my oc art #fnaf daycare attendant #oc fnaf #fnaf 9 security breach #fnaf moodrop #sundrop moondrop #fnaf security breach #fnaf tickles #tickle scenarios #tickle fluff #tickle art #tickletorture #tickle tickle #tickle #moondrop tickle #tickle content #tic

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missamyrisa2 · 2 months

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a little thing I like to call the raspberry patch where I tackle you with tickles ~ working your sides and ribs and underarms and behind the knees and feet until you're nice and warmly meltedddd~ so that I can pin you down and spread you out and start blowing raspberries allllll over your bodyyy ~ starting on your inner elbows, grabbing a wrist and brushing my lips until I find that good spot to seal and blow~~ working up and if I find a good spot your bicep is soooo getting raspberried toooooo~ and then I'll take allll the time I want making sure your underarms are kissed and zerberted to wiggly ticklish mussshhh~ holding your weakened arm down and burying my lips inside those pitties for the bzzzzz~!

Then it's your neckkk oooh yesss gentle raspberries for your neck toooo~ getting you allll pink and worked up there as I hold your arms up and nuzzle in for the neckyyyy~ and you knowww I'm gonna zerbert them riiibiesss toooo each and every one, getting a silllly loud raspberryyy~ before I kiss my way back up and blow over each royal chest button until you sing me a sweeet squeaky song~ Then your underarms are getting it again~! Oooh yesss you can never raspberry cute armpits too much~!! Ahh but your bellllly is sooo lonely~ everyone raspberries there first but I like to get you sooo kissed up and patchyyy before I hold you steady and bzzzz bzz bzzzzz over your bouncy navel ~ you get sooo many more giggles built up when I wait like thissss~ and of course zerberts on your siiiiides and your hiiiipssss and ooh yesss the hip diiips and waiiisttt ~ sooo many kissy marks on your bodyyy now~ it must tiiiingle so much huhh?

And I know you want moreeee~ there's always moooore because I'm flipping you my little pancake and I'm getting that small of your back with my raspberry lipssss! Get you alllll wiggly thrashy on that silly spotttt before I go up and start zerberting your shoulderbladesss~ I'll bet you've never been raspberried heree!! and probably not on your nape either! That's the back of your neck by the wayyyy! and it's soooo very sensitive to lipsss huhh? Such sweet spots that never get attention ~ but today they dooooo ~ just liiiike the back of your kneeesss! Yes yes yesss I'm gonna raspberry those knee pits we're soooo planting lil patches of raspberries down there tooooo! One for thisssss lil kneepit and one heree tooooo!! And what about those feets hmmmm? Yesss you can absolutely raspberry a soleeee it's good for your soul!!

You knowww I saved those thighs for lastttt~ those are the ones that reallllly make the screamies~ sooo I wanted you niiiice and wiggly weeak and alll raspberry patched up before I pin your legs and start brushing my lipsss on those inner legsss~ ooh yes gasp and squirm and giggle and writheee! It's not stoooppinnngg naawww ~ we're gonna raspberry everyyy bit of those quivering thighssss and you can just ooooh ~ I dunnnooo~ tell me how awesome and lovely and amazing I am at tickling youuuu~ tell me I'm the world's best ticklerrrr while I kisss and zerbert your thighssss nowww~ and maybeee just maybe we'll get some ticklyyy kissesss where I know you want it mosttt~<33

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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okay but can we talk about how aaron would want to fuck you so badly when you’re ovulating because he knows how frisky you’re feeling 😵‍💫

he would omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he can see the signs <33 the way you’re a bit too affectionate…the way you stare at him when you think he isn’t looking like you wanna eat him alive…so he indulges you bc honestly he’s moooore than happy too 🥰🥰

he’s a little more rough than usual just so you can really take out all your frustrations on him 😌 he makes you cum as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop <33 he goes down on you, he uses his fingers, he uses your toys…anything to get you off as many times as possible 🥰 and ofc he makes you take his cock so deeply you forget you’re two separate people 💞

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #nsfw.#hotch 🪐#ask

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reanimatedheart · 2 months

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AHHH this is my first time asking something on here so am nervous sorry~

I’d love to know how our romancable companions would react to hyper expressive auDHD MC? You know, theatrical kind of manner, not really much of a filter in terms of what’s proper to ask or say, lots of stimming and incoherent noises. Very energetic but can get quiet and dissociate easily. (Totally not asking to self-insert better before working on fanarts haaaa haaa haaa)~

Also I need you to know how much I ADORE this game. The lore, the world-building, the characters and the choices that actually MATTER. THE WRITING! THE SOUNDTRACK AND THE ART AUUUUGH!!! It’s so good, it’s officially my newest hyperfixation. Thank you for making this piece of art, I’m buzzing and can’t wait for moooore! And the gnome scene really was hilarious, I was choking on air and saliva, xoxo

Thank you for the nice compliments! I'm so happy you like it. :D

This is an interesting question. I try to avoid specificity with the MC because I want people to be able to immerse themselves in them as much as possible, but I do have a lot of thoughts about this scenario.

Black would honestly find it refreshing. I don't think he's accepted it himself (he doesn't believe in therapy LOL), but I'm pretty sure he's autistic. Esp if the MC is very blunt or makes their thoughts and boundaries very clear. Black is the type of person that misses a lot of social cues, and people make fun of him for it. He takes things people say very seriously. If the MC just tells him their thoughts, he'll remember them and act accordingly. And I think this would make the MC feel safe too, because they would feel like he's not playing games with them.

This scenario is interesting with Crux in particular. They aren't in the game yet, but actually, his bio dad and favorite little sister are like this, and he would be able to tell immediately. He won't make a big deal out of it, but he'll be adjusting around the MC. Take them to quieter places, make sure their seat is comfortable, etc. The MC will just find this out that oh, he's always playing obnoxiously loud music in the car and smoking, but he never does it around them.

I also think in a weird way, he'd be way more honest around the MC, but he won't let them know he is. Like Crux is the type of person that keeps his real feelings and thoughts close to his sleeve, because he has a whole complex about being "weird" in ways he can't control, so it's made him a bit of a liar. But if it's the MC, he'd just say his real feelings, because he suspects they won't judge him for it.

Vincenzo is complicated because he is very mentally ill and neurodivergent, but for most of his life, he was in an All Boy's Catholic Boarding School. He was bullied for being weak, weird, effeminate, etc. If he notices these traits in MC, he'll degrade them for it, and in a fucked up way, see this humiliation ritual as actually beneficial to MC, because it would teach the MC not to show strangers their neck.

But I feel like, if the MC gets closer to him, that he'd be able to face aspects of himself that he's tried to suffocate for years, and it would be liberating to him.

#asks #black lumaban #vincenzo maria fontana #crux hertz

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 months

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Summoner's Sedentary Supports: Corrin

After taking time and struggling to write smaller sizes without going crazy, so going back to writing absurd fat fuck sizes was easy though I still crave to embellish like blob sized dialogue without stretching it so much lol. Hopefully enjoy cause had fun just blurring this out.

Warning: This is a fetish story!

In the very distant, most remote wing of the Order of Heroes brick white castle—the area originally physically remodeled a couple of years back before being magically reinforced another year afterwards—the entire wing is only occupied by the Order's summoner and all of the men he's supported. The area would appear vacant from the lack of activity in the expansive hallways, if not for the loud whirring of machines sounding out from every room alongside the small yet incessant tremors that ring out from varying unknown gurgling sources, said sources all ones that Kiran intimately knows and takes care of. The only room that currently displays some different sort of sound is Corrin’s.

“Oh come on, no need to be shy,” Kiran lays down on Corrin’s corpulence, using the widespread flabby shoulder fat that’s coalesced with his numerous neck rolls as well as his plump, overly swollen breasts. So unused to being allowed to whatever he wishes, Corrin indulges himself and Kiran, gladly allowing himself to be fattened up as he craves to be, no longer having to adhere to a strict schedule. Corrin’s lard near his face is practically indistinguishable from the rest of his landscape of fat. The main distinguishing feature showing Corrin’s head is his silvery mop of hair. Not that it helps all the time with how much his face sinks into his blubbery tonnage. Kiran caresses Corrin’s face. His bloated cheeks spread out on both sides of his face with all the flab stored into them, each ponderously sized jowl far too fat for Kiran to handle just one with both of his hands.

Corrin merely whimpers. His eyes focus on anything but Kiran. Unfortunately, everything else besides Kiran is either the walls in the distance or the lard of his own enormity, nothing else in the room besides the two men, and Corrin takes up almost the entire space on his own even with a spell meant to infinitely expand the room to accommodate for Corrin’s immense, ever growing weight. Corrin's size leaves him more of a blubbery blob than a man. All of Corrin's weight is well spread out, every single inch of his immobilized figure pumped up with fat, fat, and more fat. So much of Corrin to go around, even his tail has gotten much wider; the large, extra limb which once used to be nearly as big as him back when he used to not weigh several multiple tons of lard is now fat enough to smother an entire mattress from its width alone, and yet even his fattened up tail manages to look small compared to the rest of his enormity, his tail wedged in between the insurmountable cascading hills of fat for an ass.

The portal leading to Corrin’s mouth—a portal linked to a location supplying him an endless torrent of buttery laden, fattening Hoshidan and Nohrian food that only Kiran knows about—now sealed off, Corrin’s faint blush from Kiran’s remark slowly evolves into a darker, more vibrant hue, the light dusting of pink of his jowls turning a much more noticeable red; partially from Kiran’s remark, but mostly from the bit of peckish hunger he feels in his room crushing belly quickly growing into an empty starving pit that begins to demand food in mere minutes of going without even so much as a little snack to satisfy himself.

And do so loudly, a thunderous growl of a tremor resounding from his tremendous gut, enough shaking caused to leave Corrin a wobbling mess, his numerous, countless rolls of flab sloshing against each other for quite an extended period of time. “Hnnngh,,,” Corrin whines. So unbearably hungry, he looks at Kiran, the summoner’s own prodigious 600 pound figure surrounded by Corrin’s own. “I waaghnnnt…moooore -wheeze- fooohhd…” Corrin’s eyes droop. His energy nearly depleted, he gets just what he needs to recover the recently spent calories—calories wasted to both Corrin and Kiran.

And Corrin’s body does desperately need the food with his body requiring such an absurd amount of calories simply to keep his weight stagnant. Not that either man intends to maintain such a goal, Corrin stuffed with more and more each and every single day to keep him growing. At such an excessively high weight, Corrin’s gut is large enough to cover up his sizable room back in the Northern Fortress, twice as much in fact, and his entire body spreads out far enough to take up as much space as he was allowed to roam in the moderately sized abandoned fortress he grew up in. Corrin's large immensity manages to remain somewhat dressed. All thanks to Kiran’s magic. Likewise, his room is enchanted with the same expandable magic to grow and contain all of him. Corrin’s simple attire highlights nearly every inch of flab on his figure. Not all of his corpulence is clothed despite the enchantment on the clothes. Corrin’s stretchable black workout attire he always used to wear underneath his armor—back when he could actually lift and swing a sword unlike now where talking is the most strenuous thing he does in a day—is now all he wears. The top black tank barely fails in fulfilling its job of covering up his immense, rotund belly, instead doing its new job of showing off the lurching mass of adipose that makes up the lowest roll of many on his stomach. And despite making it past his cavernous belly button, the fabric clings to his navel, the outline of it showed off just like the rest of him. Corrin’s stomach resembles a nearly toppling massive stack of hotcakes, each roll on top of the other just ever so slightly coming close to oozing far enough to sag and overtake its lower roll. Unlike Corrin’s gut, his breasts are practically exposed in their entirety, the sides of his massive tits spilling out the sides of his sleeveless top. Corrin’s own breasts are large enough to come close to rivaling his transformed state. The crevice of space from where his chest presses up against each other seems to suck in the fabric of his top, the upper portions of his rack also visible. Only around half the width of each breast is covered up, his wide, puffy tits ever so slightly pressing up against the edge of fabric with the rest poking out. And they press up against Corrin’s useless arms. Corrin is completely incapable of moving his arms with how wide and heavy they are, multiple men required to lift up just a single one of Corrin’s engorged biceps the size of tables. Corrin’s wrists are in the same situation, the flabby wrists swallowed up by his bloated forearms much like his biceps do to it, Corrin’s elbows completely unbendable as a result. His hands fare no better; the bloated digits can only just barely be wiggled much like his toes. Corrin’s pants manage to cover the expansive hillside for legs. The patterning on them is so stretched out from his blubber so as to leave it completely unrecognizable, the meant to be solid shapes bloated out into massively rounded out spheres much like his actual body. Corrin’s thighs are partially trapped underneath the expanse of his gut that extends far past his feet. And Corrin’s ass juts out far out behind him, the black mass of stretched out fabric only broken up by the smidge of visible white from the underside of his engorged tail which doesn’t go as far out as his enormous, shapeless rear.

“Coming right on up. Like I’d let such a big, handsome dragon waste away,” he says with a quick snap of his fingers, a portal summoned back up just for Corrin. Food immediately begins to pour out the portal within seconds, carb laden noodle dishes of ramen and pasta magically rushing their way to Corrin’s face. The magic practically ends there, Corrin’s greedy and noisy guzzling all his own doing as he opens his mouth wide and tears into every mouthful of food flung his way.

Corrin goes on for quite some time, his eating only slightly slowing down as he begins to huff and pant. But Corrin says nothing, a slight pathetic little whimper occasionally sounding out in between the entire dishes he devours like appetizers.

Simply enjoying the peace and comfort from resting atop Corrin’s overflowing bed for a bed, Kiran grins up hearing him. He opens up an eye, glancing at his sunken face. “If you want something, you gotta tell me,” he pats and rubs Corrin’s flab, not even sure of what exactly he grabs with so much of him to grab. “Remember, I’m here to please you,

“I crahveh…-uhhhrrgh- ishhee -nggnhh- creahmm…” Corrin demands while diligently stuffing himself with everyhitng given to him. “-huff- Pleasshe,,,,” Corrin throws in after a massive belch, another whine coming from him in between all the food happily allows to be shoveled down.

Kiran closes and opens a portal, instantly replacing the food upon Corrin’s request. “You keep enjoying yourself and I’ll make sure to keep you well fed,”

“Hnnnghh mmmhmmm,” Corrin lazily replies with his eyes closed in contentment. Corrin’s moans grow louder as the warm pasta becomes replaced with a cold deluge of strawberry ice cream mixed with chocolate fudge slushing down his gullet.

Kiran speeds up the volume of ice cream pouring into Corrin’s mouth, his moans growing more muffled despite his increased enjoyment. “Extremely well fed,”

#fat emblem #my writing #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #maleweightgain #the S supports

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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playlist | #6 why don't you come a little closer?

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary: Just when you thought the boy you were in love with all through high school was gone, he suddenly reappears as your little brother's friend. Fate has once again decided to join your paths, however, everything turns out to be a bit complicated. Will Eddie Munson's sudden return to your life bring with it even more changes?

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

songs which I used in this chapter: Whitesnake - Fare Thee Well | Bleachers - Rollercoaster | Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

I don't know how I feel about this chapter, so I won't say anything more about it just hoping that you will like it more than I do. But I can tell you that I have an idea for next one and things will get even moooore complicated.

You haven't exchanged a word with Tom since that incident on the praty. Robin successfully knocked the idea of speaking first out of your head by explaining for the millionth time that you had done nothing wrong and he should be the one to apologize first, and if not apologize then at least say something. Despite the sadness you felt about the situation, you decided for the first time in your life to be stubborn enough not to give way and actually wait for him to make the first move. All week you focused only on work, so that you did not have time to think about anything else. But when Friday came and you had nothing to do in the afternoon, everything became a million times more tiring and difficult. Couldn't he really make that exception even on your birthday? As if the sadness wasn't enough it seemed that everyone except your mother had forgotten about it. You didn't expect anything big from anyone, but you made no secret of the fact that you were hoping for at least wishes from your friends.

After spending the evening at Eddie's, when he picked you and Robin up from the party, the next morning he sent you a link to the playlist you were listening to " in case you ever need it," as he stated. Yes, it was definitely the perfect time to use it. Your fluffy prince sensing the sad mood immediately jumped into place next to you on the bed where, with earphones in your ears, you lay snuggling with your new favorite cuddly toy scratching your dog lightly on the back. Taking a box of tissues with you also turned out to be a good idea because somewhere in the middle of Fare Thee Well the tears started to pour. There were more and more when you realized that this time there was nowhere near Eddie's arms to hide in.

When Hellfire gathered in the Henderson's living room for another adventure, as soon as Naveen heard Eddie's voice he quickly jumped off the bed and rushed toward him.

"Hey buddy," said Eddie crouching down to pet the dog. The dog, however, was not interested in being petted. He started biting his pant leg and pulling him deeper into the house. "You want me to follow you?" he asked, following the little guide, who led him all the way to the slightly ajar door to your room. Striking it slightly with his body, he swung it open even wider so that Eddie was now able to see all of you. The first thing that caught his eye was that you were hugging the dinosaur you got from him, which made his heart speed up considerably. The warm joy quickly disappeared when he noticed a box of tissues next to you, around it lay several already used ones with black mascara marks. Black trails were visible under your eyes, where tears flowed. It looked like you had to cry yourself to sleep. He wondered what had happened, the thought even crossed his mind to wake you up and ask if you were okay, but he quickly gave up that idea wanting to let you rest. He took the dog in his arms and quietly closed the door leaving the room.

In the living room, the boys had already managed to set up most of the necessary things on the table, when the sound of knocking on the door echoed through the apartment. Without waiting for someone to open it Robin went inside with two bags full of snacks. Seeing all the Hellfire Club there, she furrowed her brow.

"Hello?" said an equally puzzled Dustin.

"Do you have- Are you going to play now?" she asked confused.

"Yeah? It's Friday, it's always Hellfire on Fridays." Mike replied.

"I know it's Friday, butthead. But today is not EVERY Friday."

"What do you mean?" asked Will.

"Dustin I want you to pick up your phone right now and look at the calendar." she instructed. As she said so he did. For a moment he stared blankly at the screen but after a moment understanding and then panic appeared on his face.

"Oh shit." he said, putting the phone down and catching his head with one hand.

"Oh shit." Robin repeated. "Has your mother already gone?"

"How do you know she was supposed to go?"

"Because I talked to her? People can communicate." She rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone, writing something on it. After a while, Steve also appeared in the apartment with all sorts of drinks, including percentages.

"What the hell? Do you really want to play D&D now?" he asked, seeing the set-up table.

"Someone can explain what this might be about?" Eddie finally asked watching Robin and Steve.

"I might have forgotten about y/n's birthafy today." said Dustin in a squeaky voice. "But she probably has some sort of date planned with Tom, so we can play."

"That idiot hasn't spoken a word to her in a week, I doubt he'll make an exception today," Robin commented.

Then everything became clear. Painfully clear.

"Okay guys, we're picking up our trash." Eddie said without even trying to argue. The campaign was important to him, but you were even more important.

"What? The last time we wanted to postpone the campaign you nearly killed us and now you're telling us to just pack up and go home?" asked Gareth in disbelief.

"Who said anything about going home? You're staying here! We were supposed to spend this evening with the three of us, but the more the merrier." said Steve going to the kitchen to lay out the drinks and unpack the bags.

"Where is y/n?" asked Robin.

"She's sleeping in her room." Eddie responded without thinking. Feeling the girl's suspicious gaze on him, it occurred to him that it might have sounded like he was peeping at you, so he quickly turned away so she wouldn't see him blush. Theoretically it was Naveen who led him there, the question was would Robin believe him?

It didn't take them too long to get everything in order and set up. In the meantime, Dustin brought a collection of board games from his room and Will and Mike quickly prepared paper caps by drawing colorful patterns on them with some old markers that had been lying untouched in the younger Henderson's desk for years. Now came the worst moment, which was to wake you up. While everyone else was sitting in the living room Robin stated that she and Eddie were going to go do it.

"I don't have the heart to wake her up." she whispered making the face of a sad puppy, watching you lie curled up on the bed. " I hate Tom. I hate him more every time I see her suffer because of him."

Eddie wanted to nod. He wanted to say that he agreed totally, and despite the fact that he didn't have the chance to meet him anyway, he despised him. "Maybe after she wakes up her condition will improve." He replied instead. Robin nodded and walked toward the bed. She pulled the earphone out of your ear and, laying down behind you, embraced you gently.

"Y/n..." she began to say in a calm voice and rocked you lightly. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

What if I was in her right now? He thought while watching Robin hug you. He wanted so much to have you in his arms.

"Robin?" you said sleepily rubbing your eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to wish my best friend a happy birthday." she laughed quietly. Still feeling terribly vulnerable you hugged her tightly. When the quiet whine of your sobs reached Eddie's ears a moment later, his heart once again cracked. It cracked every time he saw in this condition. "I thought you had forgotten." you muttered.

"Of course not! I would never."

"Everyone else forgot, Tom didn't even make an effort to send wishes..." Your voice was breaking.

"Not everyone forgot silly. Right Eddie?" she looked at him with a significant look. At the sound of his name you freeze. Was he here? Wiping your cheeks quickly, you turned around to look behind you, where the said metalhead was standing. Meeting your gaze, he smiled widely and waved lightly, then walked over to the bed sitting down next to you.

"Happy birthday y/n." You could hear the affection in his voice and that he wanted to tell you many other things that he couldn't possibly say in addition to that.

Happy birthday to the greatest person in the world.

Happy birthday, I want to wish you a lot of happiness, preferably with me.

Happy birthday y/n! By the way I think I'm falling in love with you and I definitely can't get you out of my head.

So many possibilities, yet none of them left his lips, although they pressed outward awfully hard. Especially when you stopped hugging Robin and threw your arms around his neck pulling him close.

"Thank you, Eddie." Your voice was barely audible and soft. He was in such shock that at first he didn't register what was happening. Only when Robin sent him a wrenching do-something look did he closed you in a bear hug.

When you had brought yourself to heel you left the room where an even bigger surprise was waiting for you. Seeing you, everyone shouted out a loud happy birthday all at once and then everyone individually. The smile did not leave your face. You completely did not expect something like this. At that moment you thought that you didn't really need Tom to be happy. If he doesn't want to talk, that's his problem. You had people around you who really cared about you, so they deserved all your attention.

At first you started with something as simple as a charades. Divided into teams, you were talking over each other trying to guess what the presenter meant. The more alcohol was in the bloodstream of the older members of the group, the answers became crazier and crazier. You and Robin drank wine together, while the rest of you settled for beers. Dustin, Will and Mike begged you to let them have a drink too. You agreed to let Steve split one beer between the three of them. You laughed as you watched them twitching their faces while taking their first sips. You concluded that it was better for them to try it under your supervision than for them to get drunk god-knows where and with who.

After the charades you started playing twister which turned out to be a challenge. Rarely could any of you last more than five minutes before falling over and dragging the rest of you with you. Everyone had a great time, it was clear that even the Corroded Coffin crew, with whom you weren't as close as the rest, quickly acclimated as if they had been in the team forever.

The bomb of the evening, was playing Just Dance and the fact that the best person in it was Jeff. You all watched in shock as he scored points in the most difficult solo choreographies. Who would have thought that metalheads would be able to have so much fun playing this game? Later it was time for a moment of competition. You made name cards and dropped them into a jar while shaking it. Later, everyone had to draw their partner. Of course, fate slipped a card with your name under Eddie's fingers. The next step was to draw a song. Fate continued to play tricks making you get a song from nothing else but Dirty Dancing. That due to the fact that you and Robin played Just Dance quite often, the choreography was no stranger to you. Eddie, however, was lost in the steps trying to keep up and not trip over his own feet which made you giggle. There were moments, of course, when he did very well, though. These were the moments of the in which you were as close as too close to each other, during which a smile involuntarily crept onto your faces. As the moment of the famous lift approached, all the others began to cheer. Submitting to their influence, you tried to replicate it, but it all ended with a loud crash to the floor.

"Oh my God Eddie, are you okay?" you asked picking yourself up from the floor.

"Yeah, it was definitely the Time of my life." he commented breathing quickly as you burst out laughing after a while.

Once you were all too tired to continue dancing, a huge tower made up of wooden Jenga blocks appeared in the middle. Robin played music in the background and you all sat down in a circle. After a while you decided that you would prepare something to eat. Pulling out frozen pizzas and fries, you began to prepare everything. Now all you had to do was wait for everything to warm up. You sat down on the counter and started humming the song that had just started up.

It was summer when I saw your face Looked like a teenage runaway Oh God, I never thought we'd take it that far Some killer queen you are

From the corner of your eye you noticed someone entering the kitchen.

"Need some help?" asked Eddie playing with his hands. You smiled widely at the sight of him.

"We have to wait until the pizza is ready." you said. "Later you can help me cut it if you want."

"Sure."

Now I'm running and I can't stop Anywhere I go I think about it every day and night, I can't let go Man, I'm never the same We were shotgun lovers, I'm a shotgun running away

He stood next to you leaning against the countertop as you waited for the food to be ready. Every now and then you sent each other nervous smiles.

"Thank you Eddie." you broke the silence.

"For What?" he asked turning his face toward you

"Being here today."

"All the pleasure is mine m'lady" he bowed low standing in front of you.

"Your presence here is much appreciated honorable knight." You joked putting your hand on his shoulder.

At the same time, Steve and Robin watched your conversation in the kitchen with curiosity. Unable to decipher what you were saying they could only see that the conversation was going in a very good direction because you were both smiling like crazy.

"What are we looking at?" asked Gareth walking up to them.

"Shhh!" Robin shushed him. "Don't startle them!"

"Are they flirting with each other?" he asked.

"It seems so." Steve replied without taking his eyes off you.

"Doesn't she have a boyfriend by any chance?" Gareth continued the topic.

"She does."

Come a little closer Why don't you, come a little closer? Why don't you come a little closer? There's something I could tell, yeah You are such a rollercoaster Some killer queen you are

As the rhythm of the song began to slow down the words like a spell guided Eddie closer to you. Only a piece of paper would fit between your faces. You both fell silent. Your eyes would meet and after a while would go a little lower to the area around your mouth.

"Oh shit he is gonna kiss her!" Robin said patting the boys on the shoulders.

"Should we do something about it?" asked Gareth.

"We hate Tom." she said, to which Steve nodded. "And we like Eddie. Eddie makes her happy, Tom makes her cry. So what do you think drummer?"

"We hate Tom." He just repeated with a nod and went back to watching.

Holding back cost Eddie all the willpower he had. He wanted this. He wanted so badly to close the gap between the two of you, but the big red sign flashing BOYFRIEND kept showing up in front of his eyes. When after concerts sometimes girls who were looking for an escape from their boyfriends offered him a quick meaningless adventure at the back of the bar he didn't care that they were taken. Why was this now suddenly the only obstacle to doing something he wanted so badly? Why did he care so much? Because he knew that you meant so much more to him than some random girl from the bar. He also knew that if he took another half step forward, that half step could make significant changes in your life. He didn't want to be the reason your relationship fell apart. He didn't want to be the one who destroyed it. He was also afraid that if you did, after time you would start to regret it and hate him. That's why when the song ended he came back to earth before he could do anything else. He slowly moved away from you saying it was time to check if the food was ready leaving you still sitting on the counter confused by your own feelings.

When you shook yourself off you jumped down to the floor. Eddie put the food on the plate and you carried it out into the room without saying a word, feeling numb. When you took the last of the plates out of sight and left him alone in the kitchen, where the three peepers attacked him.

"Why!" groaned Robin. "Why didn't you kiss her?"

"Dude I felt like going in there and pushing you towards her!" added Gareth.

"Why did you back off?" asked Steve finally.

"I would like to remind you that she has a boyfriend, so it's not appropriate for her to make out with weirdos in the kitchen," Eddie replied annoyed. Shouldn't they be angry at him?

"Who cares what's appropriate and what's not! That boyfriend you're talking about doesn't deserve her!"

"And do I deserve her?!" He didn't want it to sound so harsh. However, there was so much emotion in him now that he couldn't quite control himself. Seeing their shocked faces and lack of response, he sighed. "I thought so." He replied sadly and left the kitchen.

You still enjoyed the evening however now a small cloud of tension and questions of What if... weighed over you. What if he had kissed you?

That evening the decision was made. And no matter how much it hurt him, deep down he felt he had done the right thing. He preferred never to cross that line in his life and have you as a friend, rather than lose you once again.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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ACTUALLY WE NEED MORE ANGST. MOOOORE /j

I do like the fluff, but I do like the angst, so let’s do a little bit of both. For some of the SV and SVE bachelors and bachelorettes (you can pick who because that’s alotta people, but my main requests are Emily, Victor and Sam) they all had a pretty bad day, and here comes the farmer to cheer them up. What made them upset, and what does the farmer do?

My favorite tipes of headcanons - hurt/comfort! Sorry for not answering for so long...

Thanks for your ask, dear anon 😊 Enjoy!

Sam:

Sam left JojaMart in a pretty bad mood. And who wouldn't - Morris took away his salary because Sam allegedly smashed a whole stand with expensive drinks, and now his salary will go as compensation for the loss. Sam didn't touch this stand at all, but he was not lucky enough to be nearby, there were no other employees at this moment, and there are no security cameras. Morris didn't believe his story, and as a result, Sam now has to work for a whole month for free! This is so unfair!

Sam met Farmer near Clint's forge. Seeing his friend's sullen face, the Farmer worriedly asked what had happened. Sam didn't want to lash out at others, but he also really wanted to vent to someone. After telling the whole story, the Farmer asked Sam to wait here and, turning around, went towards JojaMart. Less than ten minutes had passed when the Farmer left the building and told Sam that the problem had been solved, and that another employee's hastily set up booth was the culprit. Sam's eyes widened in surprise. Does that mean he gets his well-deserved salary? Awesome! Afterwards, the Farmer invited Sam to the Saloon to buy pizza and play arcade games. Bad mood? Forget about it, when Sam has such a wonderful friend!

Victor:

The constant pressure to find a job always upset Victor so much. He sincerely understands that his dearest mother wishes him the best, but her constant reminders that Victor has not yet found a job bring the poor boy to a depressive state. For both of them, it has become almost a tradition: a couple of phrases turn into an unpleasant conversation, and then Victor goes outside to cool off.

So, on another walk, away from bad thoughts, on the bridge he met a Farmer who was fishing. Victor was about to leave, afraid to interfere their fishing, but the Farmer quickly stops him and asks why he is in such a depressed mood. The story was long, but the Farmer listened attentively to Victor, comforted him, helping with advice and kind words. It was much easier for Victor knowing that the Farmer supported him and did not consider him a crybaby, a bore and a weakling. This support means a lot to him.

Emily:

The autumn festivals in Stardew Valley always mean a huge rush of tourists to the Saloon, and not a moment's rest for Emily. And everything would be fine, but not all guests from the big cities know at least the minimum rules of good manners. Overworked, Emily accidentally knocks over a mug of ale on the man who ordered it. Having already poured into himself not the first mug of strong drinks, he immediately began to resent, pouring name-calling and curses on Emily. And the poor waitress, out of guilt for her clumsiness, this time absorbed all the negativity into herself.

Who known how long this would have continued until the Farmer came to the table. They grabbed the shirt collar of that boor, and with one movement they kicked him out of the Saloon. Farmer also gave that asshole an icy look and the phrase "get lost", thwarting any attempt by the man to continue the scandal. Emily felt guilty, because she believed that it all started because of her, but the Farmer reassured her and explained that this was not a reason to be so rude to the workers. Gus, who later found out what happened, was of the same opinion as the Farmer, and promised that this this man would not be in the Saloon again. Emily shone brighter than the sun, realizing that Gus and her friend would not let her drown in negative energy.

#stardew valley #sdv #sve #stardew valley expanded #sdv farmer #sdv emily #sdv sam #sve victor #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons

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variousqueerthings · 4 months

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Please remain calm while your central nervous system is disabled.

I may be losing a bit of steam, but that could also just be the end of the year blues. but we watched "Oxygen" a couple of weeks back and I remember liking it and also what happened, enough that I think I can rate it... relatively accurately, if a bit more shortly than usual

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 10/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 5/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 9/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 7/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 4/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 8/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 6/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 7/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 8/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 7/10

FULL RATING: 71/100 (if I can count….)

I've got no smart words. spooky corpses in this one

OBJECTIFICATION: everyone's wearing the same spacesuit and everyone is pretty equal.

PLOT-POINT: Bill isn't really much of the focus in this episode, but she does overall continue to have some feelings about space around her and the like. also I believe she calls out to her mother right before she thinks she's going to die, which, of course her mum is a bit of a throughline this season

COMPLEXITY: it's quite a neat little plot, which I think I remember comparing to the earlier episode "sleep no more," in which one of my major issues with that episode was that it seemed to just be creepy for the sake of being creepy without knowing quite what to do with anything. this one has a central Theme, which we move towards and so keeps plottwists from seeming kind of pointless

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: at the end of this the doctor is blind. my friend watching this episode didn't like the way that was revealed, feeling it came out of nowhere as a concept, and I don't totally disagree, especially considering where it goes next. I think because I like things to be character-driven, I don't think it tells us enough about how the doctor feels about things, beyond "it's hard to be suddenly blind and people can't know because I've got to keep control of situations" but that's... moooore next episode's Thing than this one, isn't it. stay tuned

beyond that, there's not much explored in character-dynamics, and by that I mean not much explored that holds weight for future episodes. we know the doctor is sacrificial, we know that sometimes it's hard to know what the doctor is thinking, we know it can be scary travelling with them. I think it's that bill has less to do this time around than tag along, which can be fine and I guess as a catalyst for the doctor making that sacrifice... yeah it does work, it's not super egregious, it's just that there's not much new information this episode on the whole

COMPANIONS MATTER: bill, like I said, doesn't reaaally do much other than be there and have a struggle, because her spacesuit is malfunctioning

also, nardole is along for the ride. is it contentious to say I don't enjoy nardole onscreen? I find him to be superfluous and I'm not a massive fan of matt lucas' brand of comedy. he can be good, but it's a m*ffat doctor who show, and I think he had outworn his welcome post husbands of river song. anyway, he also is mainly there to nag

I think that's a thing as well. I feel like it's trying to make nardole the voice of some kind of thematic relevance (or maybe it's not and I'm trying to be gracious) -- the doctor's conscience or something, idk, and it just translates to nagging. nardole isn't even really a character, so he (it?) and the doctor don't have the background to justify the not-really-repartee going on. I mean yeah, technically nardole was there back on darillium, but we never saw that and nardole wasn't much beyond a comic relief character in the episode, so yeah, just doesn't work for me, takes time away from other characters and plots and themes... like bill

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: the doctor figures out some things bit by bit, and then goes blind. I like a bit of whump. this episode I think it's alright, although I don't feel like I remember it "mattering" sooo much in the end, and exists more as a setup for the next episode

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: nothing much here. a callback, but otherwise this episode exists pretty much on its own

“SEXINESS”: so this is mostly fine... except for fucking nardole, who has a monologue with himself in one scene where he's reminiscing about a fling or something he had with an AI and tries to remember her name and then later randomly remembers her name was Velma, I guess... highly suspect

INTERNAL WORLD: this one is pretty cool. basically yer future capitalism taken to its natural conclusion type story, which is both the core of its setting and its politics. but yeah, station, workers on the station, eventually they go back to earth

I quite like as well that with bill we've had a bit of follow up in a couple of episodes -- so in this one the doctor tells her that there's a revolution of some kind six months later. this doesn't have to mean all good things afterwards, but it's just a sort of "ah yes, this has consequences that we don't see or know the exact outcome of, but it has some consequences." think vs the rebel flesh where I felt there was a teensy bit of "hey wait a second" to where they ended it (which, maybe pedantic, doctor who does that lots, but I'm here to rate on Criteria)

POLITICS: POLITICS! as in we have actual politics, right in yer face anti-capitalism politics. I dunno what else to say on that front, it's solidly saying "capitalism will sell air to you if it thinks it can get away with it, and it will kill you if it favours profit" and you're like... yeah that tracks

on the flipside of things, couple of little tidbits -- I felt kind of. yoooo at the sheer amount of corpses we start with in this one. 36 people are dead at the beginning, and their corpses are wandering around the station, and while we do have some dead people who centre the tragedy onto faces and names, I don't think it was done thaaat well on the whole, beyond the one woman who dies right at the beginning

it's something I was thinking about throughout m*ffat that sometimes worked out okay, but often death feels kind of meaningless, and I don't know what this one did with 36 that couldn't have been done with a few, but a few that were really connected to the other survivors. death does need to matter on this show in my opinion, for the themes to land properly

also slightly leery at the "you're blue" "racist" "lots of my friends are blue-ish" bit. it's just a very lazy nod to the idea of "racism taking on new shapes in the future" without really caring to do more than make it a joke. it's not the worst thing this show has done, it's just kind of badly thought out (also the "blue-ish" part of it... comes from fucking nardole... maybe I've decided to dislike nardole and therefore am looking for nardole things to dislike... sorry to people who enjoy nardole... I will be petty I think)

FULL RATING: 71/100 (if I can count….)

it's a good episode. spooky corpses. I dunno if I'm coming to this realisation late (or if I ever said it before), but I do note that it's not really necessary for every episode to do every thing perfectly. this isn't one of bill's strongest episodes, but it does a lot of other things well and it balances out relatively well for other bill entries

there are some things that could have been scrapped to give bill more space, but on the whole this one is pretty neat. this'll probably be the last of these I manage in 2023 so... on to 2024 for more doctor who (wooo)

#im watching nu!who #im watching capaldi who #episode oxygen #the measurement

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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hiii can i request law with like a reader who has known him since childhood??? it can be romantic or platonic, u choose!

Hello! I know it took a little bit, but I have your request. YAY! I love Law. I have an affinity for characters for sad and tragic backstories. I don't know why. I do actually but I want to pretend I don't so please turn a blind eye to my own possible traumas lol. Anyway, I didn't write that much angst and I left an open ending. I hope you enjoy.

Between Death && Memories

LAW X READER | NO PRONOUNS, GENDER NEUTRAL | SFW |WORD COUNT: 812 words

CONTENT WARNING: If you're anti angst, then sure that's a warning, and a little bit fluffy. Nothing to worry about!

A (BADLY WRITTEN) SUMMARY: Law likes to stand in the middle of roads i guess, he isn't verbose at all, friends meeting maybe moooore who knows!

To this day, whenever he’d see the color white, he couldn’t help the mixed emotions.

Memories of a life once lived, in a city that seemed to be made of snow. He recalled the iron-wrought gates with a bitter sweetness, as the scent of used textbooks floods his senses. At the time, his biggest desire was learning; to maybe one day become as useful as his father. He met you at the academy inside the hospital, your curious eyes constantly distracting him from the books he had been reading.

At first it annoyed him. He explicitly would go to the hospital to learn, not to make friends. Later, it dawned on him that the best course of action would be to recruit you into his plans. If he had you as a studying partner, an ally, then all will be well. It surprised him how quickly you had agreed to it.

Friendship bloomed naturally, as you both poured over medical textbooks. Your dream was similar to his. You wished to be someone who could help others heal, someone people could rely on.You had promised each other to follow through, to seize these dreams by the throats.

Neither of you had accounted for the tragedy that would befall Flevance. Amber Lead had led Flevance to its affluence. It had also led it to its downfall.

The illness spread quickly, and Law had been so busy trying to survive, so busy trying to find a way to save Lami that he had forgotten about you. He barely remembered you when he escaped buried in corpses, barely thought of you as he ambled around the world.

Now you were standing in front of him, in a seafaring town far from home, and it was as if he never forgot you at all. Your hair was shorter than he remembered. You had grown tall, long legs hiding behind a white coat. Your skin darker, your eyes a little bit more tired. The sparkling sheen had been dulled slightly, but you were still you; his friend.

“You became a pirate instead?” you ask him, and your mouth twists in a crooked smile. He blinks, trying to remember if this was your voice. He can’t recall the details, but it feels right when your laugh reaches him. “What are the odds?”

He smiles, surprised at how easy that was. Smiling wasn’t something he often did. It almost made him feel guilty, as if he had no right to a miniscule ounce of happiness. He had been so hellbent in his quest for justice; a little piece of revenge. That seemed idiotic in your presence.

He takes in the sight of you once more, allowing himself a moment of reprieve. “I see you’re a doctor.” He is curious. He wants to know how you made it out alive. Has your mom made it out too? What about your little brother? If he remembered correctly, you had a dog named Red. Was Red alive?

He can’t bring himself to ask. He feels his own wounds tearing at the seams, blood seeping through his clothes. The burning pain, constantly in the back of his eyes; prickling. He didn’t have the heart to dig his inked fingers into your sutured battle wounds.

If he was honest, and logical, he should let this encounter go; let it die here in the middle of the paved road. It would be easier for you and him. He blinks, and turns his head, begins to think up an excuse to leave but you move towards him. You capture his hand with ease and he is embarrassed at his lack of awareness. What kind of pirate was he to let someone get so close? And he wanted to call himself Captain?

You turn his palm in your hands, brush your thumbs over his tattooed knuckles. He holds his breath when you laugh at him again. “Death?” you ask him with raised brows, mirth dancing behind your eyes. “Isn’t this a bit much? I never pictured you to be into theatrics.”

He considers this, and is too distracted by childhood memories to notice the way you still cling to his hand. You pull on it gently, bringing him back to your presence.

“Well, Mr. Death,” you say, tilting your head. Your hair moves, a breeze blows, and it takes his breath away. “Why don’t you join me for a drink? For old time’s sake.”

Time was unforgiving. Time, allegedly, healed all wounds. Law couldn’t tell if that was true for himself, at least not for certain. But he also knew time to be kind to others, perhaps it had been gentle and compassionate with you. He nods, blaming it on curiosity.

“Sure. We’re still friends, right?” He asks, a lump in his throat. You smile back, a small flush taking over your cheeks and nods.

“Of course.”

#law x y/n #law x you #law x reader #fic request #one piece law #one piece fanfiction #one piece fic #one piece fluff #one piece angst #law fluff

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poisonousroxstar · 2 years

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Imagine:

Making Tanjiro Kamado your personal plaything.

(Title: "Love Is Blind")

Plot summary: you are something... Not from this world. A being of love, and of hate. He cannot resist your charm, and eventually he doesn't want to. He is your plaything now. Always and forever. (Romantic).

This Contains: drug-like themes (giving). Forced feelings of love (giving). Mental and emotional manipulation (giving). Murder (giving). Capture (giving). Worship (receiving).

Note: Meant to be bigger, but never got around finishing it+ I still haven't finished demon slayer, only watched a bit of it. Found in the old drafts! Seeing how finished Tanjiro's part was, I figured I'd post it! Maybe I'll make moooore if I ever finish demon slayer on Netflix ;D. Anyways, enjoy this while I try and finish some request stuff. Heavily inspired by the works of @koinotame and @minkmousesworld annnnnd just, me wanting to write an Aphrodite-like, Dom S/O-

There was something.... Alarming about you. Something otherworldly.

It was your beauty, your divine appearance.

You captivated the masses, making man and woman alike victims to your appeal. Hundreds of people would come just to have a mere glance at your visage, and each one would fall madly in love soon after.

But it wasn't all just skin-deep. Your personality was just as radiant.

Kind, affectionate, and completely irresistible. If people didn't fall for you at just a simple look, then a single conversation would have them all wrapped under your finger.

Of course, there was an ugly side to you. Everyone is flawed, even you. But they could be excused. So what if you're outrageously jealous when others challenge your glamour or take away the attention? So what if you're incredibly spiteful to the point you would have your worshippers beat, whip, and burn whoever did offend you? So what if you can be murderously insecure? Doesn't everyone have their moments? Their bad days? Of course they do, it's human. They all forgive you in one way or another.

They worship the ground you walk on. Though, you don't allow your feet to be tainted by the earth often. Instead, you are carried in a palanquin fit only for an emperor. Your word is law, your action is their command. You truly are an anomaly, especially when so little is known about you. They do not know where you've come from. They do not know why you seem so displaced and above them. They do not know how you can perform unearthly miracles with a simple flick of your wrist. And they do not care to ask, for they are happily content so long as they can worship you. So long as they can love you.

So imagine the despair you caused when you finally took someone as your personal plaything. Someone that was not any of them. But who are they to oppose your choice? And who is your beloved to oppose you either? They won't allow them to change their mind.

Not like you'll allow him to anyway.

He doesn't seem to remember anything from his past. It's all.... Fuzzy and blurred.

But he remembers when he first met you, how could he ever forget it? Your appearance may of caught his eye, but it was your kindness that really captured his heart.

You were so sweet to him, so kind and gentle, how couldn't he fall so deeply in love with you? Sure, it may of been a little alarming how quickly he got attached to you, but that just proves how amazing you are!

Likes to take care of you, though he can't really do much that hasn't already been done by your line of endless worshippers.

But he still tries, doing other things for you instead. He's so cute when he brings you something to eat in the morning, or when he cleans around your room (seeing that that's the only place your followers can't enter). Acts of service is his greatest love language. He wants to do everything for you, make you comfortable and content like you've made him. He's so cute, isn't he?

He also tries to help the community, helping them out in any way he can. This gets him some favour among your people, which after awhile turns into acceptance. They now welcome him with open arms.

Tanjiro tries to steer you away when he notices the thick air of jealousy forming around you whenever someone touches him in a way you don't like, or says things in a tone a bit too suggestive for your liking. He knows how you get, how quickly you are to anger, and he does an amazing job at calming you down; feeding you attention and reassurance that he is never going anywhere. That he loves you, and only you.

He does get a little jealous from time to time too, seeing so many people touching you and everything. It triggers something in him, something that wants him to isolate the both of you, somewhere far away where only you two exist; where you both can start your lives together, raise some children together, have a beautiful family far away from these people.

Like in the mountains.

But that's just an instinct for... Some reason.

D-don't misunderstand! He's in awe with how progressive, thriving and safe your village is! He just.... Wants to be able to provide for you himself. Alone. Together.

He's also very amazed whenever you perform a 'miracle', conjuring long fields of fruits and vegetables for your people to devour, and animals for them to butcher. He asks you questions about it, how on earth can you do these sorts of things! But, you only giggle and pinch his cheek, leaving him flustered and red in the face.

He really likes the times where you two can just be at peace with one another, happily relaxing in each others' arms and mindlessly asking questions to each other (though it's mostly him who gets questioned). You two can simply be by yourselves here, enjoying a warm meal he made and each others' presence. It's so domestic, and it leaves him in bliss.

There are days where he.... Wonders. About his past. He knows he should remember things, but he just.... Can't... Familiar places, familiar faces, familiar smells all bring nothing back for him. He can't remember from before he met you.

You won't let him

He has.... Glimpses, sometimes, where he manages to recall faint remnants of something. Or in this case today, someone. Someone who.... He swears he remembers.

He.... He had a sword right? Yes, a sword....why does he have a sword? What purpose would he need a sword for? He doesn't think he was a samurai... But that sword meant something... And the uniform! They signified something, didn't they?

..he was a demon slayer.. he was a demon slayer! Yes, he remembers that! He trained to become a demon slayer, to protect others from being hunted down by demons! But there was also another reason he can't recall

Images flash in his head, blurry and hardly possible to decipher. There are blanks and gaps in between them, but something nostalgic and melancholic clings to them, and he can hear a faint, feminine voice..

He had a sister, right?....yes, a sister... What was her name..? He... He can't remember. He can't remember what his sister's name is. He can't remember what she looks like. But he remembers that he has to protect her. That he has to cure her. Yes.... Yes, he remembers..

He remembers!

He remembers...

And he tries to escape. But something is stopping him. Something inside of him.... It doesn't want him to leave this place. It doesn't want him to leave this room.

It doesn't want him to leave you.

Every step he gets closer to that door, a little piece of his heart begins to break. By the time he's halfway through the room, he's crying, and his body is shaking, and it's getting harder to keep moving forward.

He's betraying you, he shouldn't be doing this... after everything you've given him... B-but his sister... She needs him. He has to do this. He has to get to her. He has to go!

No, he doesn't.

He's collapsed just at the entrance, sobbing and breathing uncontrollably. His whole body is shaking by now, and he feels so awful and horrible.

When you've returned, Tanjiro is hyperventilating, fat orbs of tears rolling down his face. It makes you pity him almost, even when he was just about to leave you behind.

What a lovesick puppy..

And what is a better cure for heartbreak, then love? You kneel down to his level, scoop his handsome face in your hands, and gently rub your cheek into his; leaving little kisses and hums along his trembling skin.

He grips onto your clothing, a small piece of himself telling him to throw you on the ground and get away, that something with you isn't right, but the rest is begging him to hold onto you, cling to you; engulf you in his arms as he weeps uncontrollably.

He's trying to say something, though it's hard to understand, but you can definitely hear a few 'i'm sorry's from his incoherent rambling. Ugh, it hurts to see him like this.

But you suppose he deserves this, trying to run away and everything. His heart is too big for his own good, and now it's cracked in multiple ways. He should be thankful for your attachment to him, for your mercy, because many before weren't often so lucky.

Afterwards, you begin to melt his mind further. Being around you is similar to a drug, you're something that makes Tanjiro feel happy and content with his new life here. Overtime, his mind slips, and day by day he is forgetting everything of his life.

His life as a demon slayer? What do you mean? Why would he be a demon slayer? This village is perfectly safe. His sister? You must be mistaken, he doesn't have a sister. His friends? Well, they're all here, silly! His family? He already has a family, with his beloved Y/N.

When all is said and done, Tanjiro is rendered the perfect husband. He maintains his kindness, his hardworking nature, his compassion and his friendliness. But now he is so much more loving, and submissive, and doting towards you. As he should, for you are his spouse now. And both of you couldn't be happier, you're sure.

And if his little sister and friends were to ever appear? To try and take your puppy away? Well, your devotees will take care of them swiftly. They trained themselves to be your unstoppable armies.

And if they fail. You can always intervene... And nobody in this world wants that.

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Thoughts on Danny Phantom: A Glitch in Time

If you want the tl;dr of my thoughts on this graphic novel, it's simple: I LOVED IT! And I want moooore!

SPOILERS GALORE BELOW

I'm soooooo happy with all the dialogue and characterization, it is just spot on! I could perfectly hear the original voices of the characters saying these lines, this comic could literally be a new episode of the show and it would fit seamlessly! No 2020's slang or memes, no wokeness that wasn't there before, just pure Danny Phantom. The only few indications of the comic having been written in 2023 is the use of words like "selfie" and "goat", and those are already old enough now that they don't feel that blatant.

Needless to say I'm sooooo glad this story's main premise is on Dark Danny, the fact that that storyline never came back in the show was always a sore spot for me. And not only Dark Danny but Vlad AND Clockwork come back for major parts to play? This is like the most wish fulfilling fanfic ever, except it's CANON!

But yeah, love that Vlad got to come back, it's always funny when he has to work together with Danny, AND the fact that he gets a redemption of sorts at the end fixes one of the many things I disliked about the show's finale - it had always felt like this was a villain character that could have and should have gotten a second chance to do some good.

Ahahaha I had completely forgotten that Tucker was made mayor of Amity Park in Phantom Planet, and ngl it was a great move on the comic's part scrapping that idea immediately, that had always been pretty silly.

I wish we could've seen just a little bit more of Danny interacting with his parents now that they know his identity as a half ghost, but considering they weren't major characters in this plot (and considering how things end up) it kinda makes sense.

The important thing is that we still got lots of cute wholesome hugs between Danny and his friends. :')

Aaaaaah Dark Danny is so cool! The art style was really cute but the author also managed to make Phantom look just as dark and menacing as he was in the show.

The best and most disturbing joke was Danny seeing that Vlad still had a clone of him in stasis, ahahaha! And this actually comes back to play an important part in the plot later!

I'm glad Valerie got some moments to shine in this too, I never liked how her and Danny's whole thing was just kind of rushed and brushed aside in the show's finale. Now we can see, she still doesn't completely trust him!

If there's just one thing I fault this comic with, it's the whole glitching through different timelines thing to make filler action scenes. I felt like they ate up page time for nothing.

"I put you two in the ground before, I can do it again" HOLY FRICK THAT'S DARK, DANNY!

I really love the lore surrounding the ghosts that was added. Given that Butch Hartman has said the ghosts aren't actually deceased spirits of real people, the explanation given here actually makes the fact that we have ghosts like Poindexter, who was a living boy once, make sense without negating what he said. It also very simply explains why we have weird formless or creature-like ghosts, something I'd never even thought to wonder about.

I did think it was a little too easy for Danny to get his powers back after that explanation (and dang, as if he hasn't been compared to Spider-man enough XD), but I love what it did for Vlad's character arc.

I don't know how I'd never thought before about Dark Danny and Vlad interacting but WOW I needed to see that! God what a deliciously complicated relationship - Vlad literally adopted this version of Danny and made him who he was! And again, what a great way to develop Vlad's character making Dark Danny show him exactly what would result from him getting what he'd always wanted in making Danny his protegee!

Clockwork Dark Danny looked so cool~

"Why was I the one who lost everything?" God this part punched me in the gut.

Clockwork returning Danny and his friends back to the status quo of the show would usually annoy me, but I totally see that this is the author's way of undoing the results of Phantom Planet and leaving the story open to doing the ending over again - and I'm all for that! You know, if in fact we do get more comics after this.

Which it seems like we will because we kinda left Valerie on a cliffhanger there?

And Dark Danny is now a kid again and back with Vlad, heck yeah! Again, I need mooooore! Bring back Dani next!!

5 stars man, this is a continuation done right in every way!

#mispearl cartoon thoughts #danny phantom #repost from da

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