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gaypinebabe · 1 year

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------ how it started ------

'Well that was nearly a little too easy' Bill thought to himself 'figured a blue siren would be harder to find in the ocean'. Gleeful did give him a very direct discription where to find one of these big shimmering fish and even tho he had no clue why the little brat know where to find one or why he wanted to have a siren so bad, he didn't really care all that much. He did his job and that was all that mattered. It meant peace for him and his crew

Suddenly the net over his head ripped apart and it?... He? fell out of it and needed less time to recover from falling then the crew needed from the suprise. The siren wiggled and crawled over the deck and nearly jumped back into the water but it was no use. A crewmember already grabbed him by the end of his his tail, pulling him back and Bill approached with a rope and started tieing him up. He took a moment to look the siren in the face, grinning over the determination in it. The Sparkling Fish was scared, obviously, but the captain knew if he didn't already tied him up enough he could lose a hand to those teeth or an eye to those claws.

"I'm sorry little fish but catching you means keeping my freedom"

To his surprise the siren answered in voice that could've been fully human of it wasn't for the underlying growling

"What kind of freedom is that? Taking it from others and keeping it for themself... That's not how freedom works"

"In my case it does, trust me"

Fully tied up he picked the siren up and personally carried him to the container they got from Gleeful.

'Maybe Gleeful want one because they're so beautiful' Bill thought and nearly laughed out loud at the thought how much trouble the siren would give him

------ how it's going ------

It took all strength that Dipper still had left in him to hold on. If this stupid idiot of a Pirat could breath under water or at least didn't nearly drowned he could have easily swim him to the island he could see, but no that would've been to easy. This way he needed to make sure the blondes head wasn't under water, and apparently all that Bill could do now was try to hold on very weakly and... still smile for some reason, but at least he didn't lose his consciousness again.

Dipper screamed against the raging of the storm that was nothing compared to the rage within himself "WHy ARE yoU STILL SMILING'

Bill wispied back, the loudest he could manage

"you couldn't let me die, you..." he took a deep breath and nearly swolled more of the seawater "saved me after all I did"

That answer didn't help even if he could feel something else then the rage and Panik for a second. He put his tail around Bills legs and tried pulling the man even more to the stone and onto himself

'I HAD TO, YOU LET ME GO'

'after I captured you..."

the smile seemed to stretch even wider

"and people call me insane'

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Uhhh merry Christmas and happy new year @ryno-qq!! I was your secret Santa and I'm incredibly late xD sorry for that and I hope you have as much fun with your gift as I did!! It took a while for me to choose what to draw and the story behind it so it ended up being this mishmash of a little writing and two drawings ✌️ hope the writing isn't too bad ^^;

#dipper pines #bill cipher #billdip #billdipss22 #My art

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finalvalor · 6 years

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So I deleted the post asking if I should fantasia or not because deep down I already knew the answer AHA. Within seconds he was a Disney prince.

#FFXIV #FF14 #Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #edits #Mika #Miqo'te #LOOK AT HIM #if only the male neck wasn't so thick and the body wasn't so buff qq #who is this man he's smiling???#I GET TO ENJOY THE EAR WIGGLES YES #I'll go back after Christmas if not before #but seriously the walk and sprint animations are hilarious #I'm also gonna have to edit in his eyebrows and lil flushed nose

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dgmagines · 4 years

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I'm so glad the ask box is open again! I was wondering if you could write Lavi with a fem s/o that he constantly says strike to over the weirdest things she does. And to keep him quiet, she'll just force him to cuddle with her in bed until she goes to sleep? The new year kinda started off rough for me so I need a bit of a pick me up. Thank you! - moon anon

Gasp!Moon anon is such a cute name I love you ;; 0 ;; and oof I know this is (really) late but I hope this meets your expectations qq w qq and that it makes your week slightly better ;; v ;;

She had had enough.

Strike this-

Strike that-

“Goodlord do you ever stay quiet?!” ______ wanted to yell but she knew thateven if she did, he would continue to pester her in some other way.

She loved him but a needy Lavi was not a goodLavi to have when you need to finish urgent reports.

And so she let him stay, the boy whining and rollingaround in her bed as if he owned the place. He watched _______ carefully,waiting for her to finish her report. Everytime she stood up, he’d yell out ofexcitement, the words tumbling from his mouth as automatically as it would whenhe saw beautiful women; only to deflate when his partner merely stood to fetchwater, stretch or go to the bathroom.

He’d been waiting long enough!! When was it going tobe his turn to be paid attention to!!!

“Strike!!!” he yelled, for the umptenth timethat day, when he saw the (h/c) standing from her seat. ______ snapped her headto glare at him.

“Lavi, hush! I’m gonna go send this report in andby god if you yell at me one more time, i’m going to rip yourhair out and sell it to an old man off the streets,”

“Geh! _____, thats so mean!” Lavi whined,scooting closer to the edge of the bed and opened his arms widely, a signalthat he wanted a hug from her. The (h/c) merely rolled her eyes, shaking herhead as she gathered the loose papers into her arms.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” the (h/c)spoke softly but sternly, not having enough energy in her body to be mad atLavi for anything. She was just relieved that this report was over and that shecould finally get some damn sleep.

She thought wrong.

Her supervisor had pushed even more goddamndata on her to analyze and to have another report ready by the end ofthe week and she left the bastard’s room with a huge stack of paper that shewas ready to throw off a ledge. Which she did. Just not off a ledge of course.

“I can’t standthis!” _____ yelled as she kicked down the door, basicallyflinging her work at her desk. Lavi stared in bewilderment before he laughed,papers scattering and falling to the floor from the point of impact.

“You know you have to clean that up, right?” Lavi pointed, glad he had moved the tea he preparedwhile they were away onto his lap. Lord knows it would create more work for hisbeloved partner and he didn’t wantthat. (e/c) eyes glared at him and all he did was offer them tea, to which theygroaned, ripping off their coat and tossing them to some corner of the alreadymessy room.

“Move,” theirvoice was hard, tired, and very much so irritated; the redhead complying withtheir order as they threw themselves on the bed. He watched them cover theireyes using their arm, chest rising and falling with every breath they take. Heplaced the tray containing the beverages away, leaning over the tired (h/c) andpressing his lips to her forehead.

(e/c) eyes lazily opened to look at emerald ones, thelatter grinning as he looked down on her.

“Hehe, what a cutie,” he mumbled, causing the (h/c)’s cheeks to heat up slightly. She turned to her side,ignoring his gaze in favour of closing her eyes.

“Oh hush,” shemumbled, all traces of irritation in her voice gone. She thought she wouldfinally get to rest but when she heard Lavi mumbling his infamous line andmuttering about how “cute shelooks”, she couldn’t help being flustered. Sure they’d been together for some time, but his complimentswere too much.

Normally, she’d be a mess trying to get him to shut up but she wasso so tired at the moment-

“Pleasefor the love of god, stop saying that word!” Lavi couldn’t process what had happened; one moment he was sittingbeside her and the next he was in her arms???? And he was lying down??? How????

He gaped at the (h/c), who seemingly didn’t notice his expression and seemed content to avoid itby burying her face in his chest. She let out a happy sigh, shoulder relaxingas silence filled the room- broken, a short minute later, by Lavi’s blubbering.

“Lavi, I’m goingto let go of you and return to my work on the count of three if you won’t stop saying strike,” _____ threated, lifting her head momentarily to poutat the young redhead. He gasped, colour filling his cheeks over his cutegirlfriend and before he could even say anything, the (h/c) tightened her holdon him.

“Ow ow- are you trying to take my breath away?” Lavi wiggled as he laughed, trying to create a gap sohe had some more breathing space. “I was already breathless when I met you, so this iskinda pointless, ya know?”

“Cheesy bastard, be quiet…” ______ murmured, lips brushing against the base ofhis neck as her eyelids threatened to shut. Lavi grinned, pressing his lips toher forehead and murmuring a couple more compliments under his breath before henoticed that she had fallen asleep.

“Good night, princess,”

#anon #imagine #lavi bookman jr.#lavi bookman #lavi bookman jr #dgm #d gray man #d.gray man #d. gray man #dgm hallow #moon anon

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firethebluesky · 5 years

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Chapter three of my "Even the Best Laid Plans" fic.

Saturday, Summer 27, Year 6

Addie woke up the next morning pleasantly sore but uncomfortably alone. She remembered vaguely that last night, Arlo had settled in right next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and sleeping soundly. She'd even fallen asleep with her head on his chest. There was no way that Arlo had gotten up witout her noticing. But the bed was empty. There was no sign that Arlo had even been by last night: his side of the bed was made, the clothes they had so carelessly tossed aside were gone, and even the rug had been straighened out.

A quick glance out the window revealed the sun to be high in the sky, judging by the color of the sky outside. Upon closer inspection, the clock on the wall read noon.

"Blast!" She cried as she threw herself out of bed, pulling on yesterday's clothes as fast as she could and sweeping her hair up into a loose ponytail. Higgins had for sure beaten her to the best commission that morning. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could she have slept in?

Addie raced out of the house, forgoing her habitual mailbox and resource box check in her haste to get to the Commerce Guild. She blew right by Ack, who was trying to point out the composite wooden boards she'd forgotten to turn in for the last four days for a commision. She didn't notice Remington riding his horse through the Plaza, even though it wasn't his usual patrol. She didn't notice Antoine, Albert, and Sonya chatting outside of the Round Table. She didn't notice the odd glance Gust gave her as she pushed by him and QQ to get inside. She didn't notice when she hit Builder Wang with the door as he was coming out of the Commerce Guild. Everything Wang was holding previously cascaded down the steps of the Commerce Guild, the desk lamp Higgins had so carefully inspected earlier tumbling into the fountain. The door shut behind her before Addie could hear Wang very colorfully cursing her out.

She did, however, notice the inspection tables blocking her path to the commisions board. It took her a few flustered, frustrated seconds to realize it was Saturday, and there were no commissions on Saturdays. When it did finally register, and the adrenaline died down, she let out a deep sigh of relief. No commissions meant no fluctuation in rep points, plus it was the end of the month, after all, which meant her position as number one for the season was secured. Celebration was in order.

Addie cast a quick glance around the atrium for her usual Saturday companions. They weren't hard to spot. Presley, Polly, and Isaac were all seated on the couches opposite her, sharing worried glances and cups of tea.

Presley, even with the large streaks of white in his hair, had never looked better. The years had been quite kind to the elderly man. Isaac, opposite him, sat poised on the edge of his seat like always, posture absolutely perfect, despite the chair's innate ability to swallow a person whole. And then there was Polly, ever the sweetheart, with her hair down today instead of pulled out of her face with a pencil. Her fingers bore traces of the charcoal pencils she would use to stubs in the wee hours of the morning, working hard to complete the extra credit work Lucy had set for her. Addie smiled- the girl never stopped working. Well, at least not when there was tea involved.

Polly caught Addie's eye and beckoned her over, patting the spot next to her in offering. Addie moved to sit, taking the fragile tea cup Presley had extended to her. It was good tea, she thought as she downed the whole thing in one go, not even bothering to breathe or add her usual milk and honey. She extended the cup wordlessly, and Isaac filled it, but this time, Addie slowed down and enjoyed each sip.

"It's so good to see you, little one," Isaac broke the silence, using his endearing nickname for her. "It's been so long since we last played together in the park." Addie's cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"And it's been weeks since you've actually slowed down long enough to say something but 'hello' and 'gotta dash' to me as you run out the door!" Presley chimed in, setting down his tea cup on the coffee table so he could cross his arms.

"And you promised you'd help me out with my new project at the research center!" Polly added, turning her whole body to face Addie, tucking her legs under herself in a cross legged fashion. "But you've only ever come in to see Petra, and not me!"

"I'm sorry, guys." She ducked her head, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's just that I've just been so busy with the workshop. You know I've gotta stay on top. I haven't been the number one workshop in Portia for the last five years for nothing."

Polly snorted, a very un-Polly-like noise. "Oh, please! It's not as if you need the points! Higgins is a steady two *thousand* points behind you. You could stop working for the rest of the year and he still couldn't catch up to you."

"What's got you in such a rush, little one?" Isaac reached out and took Addie's hand.

"We know... well, *I* know it's not about the rankings." Polly said. "You've never worked this hard in all your time at Portia. You've got a fire under your ass that's bigger than the whole of Central Plaza! Question is, what could possibly more important than your ranking?"

Presley inhaled sharply. "Polly!" He exclaimed in a heated whisper. "Watch your language!" Polly rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Addie, which made the latter female chuckle. When Addie didn't answer, Polly resorted to cruel tactics, which involved tickling.

"Polly! Polly! I'm going to spill my tea all over my clothes!" Addie managed to gasp out though the laughter. Polly just continued gleefully.

"Good! It's your punishment for not telling me what's going on! Are you taking a trip? Are you moving away? Yikes, I hope it's not that! Are you trying to make it into the Builder's Guild? That would be cool! Come on, spill!" At that exact moment, Polly pushed too hard, and, coincidentally, Addie did spill. But not in the way Polly was hoping.

"Polly!" Addie gasped as the hot tea soaked the front of her shirt, scalding her, then just as quickly going cold. But Polly didn't notice, she just kept on guessing.

"A boat? A fancy banquet for all your best friends? Really awesome presents for your best friends forever? Are you saving up for a new factory? A yard extension? A new house?" She suddenly stopped, as if something had knocked all the air from her body. "It's a guy, isn't it? You're saving up to get married, aren't you? You need a bigger house for babies, is that it? Are you pregnant? Oh my Peach, you're pregnant, aren't you? I KNEW IT! ADDIE'S GOT A BOYFRIEND!"

Addie covered Polly's mouth as fast as she could. "Polly! Quiet down or the whole town will hear you!" She glanced around to see if anyone had entered the Commerce Guild and overheard their conversation. Satisfied when no one else could be seen, Addie let Polly go. "I'm not pregnant, for your information. I've got other priorities right now."

"Oh my Peach, who is it, and why don't I know about it?" Polly was bouncing up and down in her seat, more excited about the prospect than Addie was. Addie looked around once more, checking for anyone lurking in a corner, before turning back to the group. Presley and Polly leaned in conspiratorially, while Isaac sat back with a lazy grin.

"What I say here stays between the four of us, you hear?" Addie looked at each person in turn, catching their eyes and staring them down. "I don't want the whole town knowing my secrets. Got it?" Polly nodded frantically, eager to get to the juicy details.

"You're right, Polly. I have been seeing someone." Polly's eyes widened as she wiggled in her seat like a caterpillar. Presley and Isaac just looked bemused. "You know how Arlo walked me home after the Day of Memories last year?" Polly nodded, but then the realization slowly dawned on her. If Addie thought her eyes had been wide before, then they were the size of dinner plates now. But then Polly seemed to deflate, and her eyes swept to Presley, who gave her a tiny, nearly imperceptible shrug. Addie watched Isaac's face fall from happy to worried, his forehead furrowing.

"Oh honey," Polly reached out comfortingly. This was not the reaction Addie has expected to get from her big news.

"What? What am I missing here?" Addie has never been more confused. Just what was going on?

"Arlo's gone." A deep, powerful voice came from the doorway. Addie whipped her head around to see Remington standing in the doorway, Builder Wang cupping a bloody nose just behind him. Where the heck had he come from so silently, and how had he overheard their conversation from that far away? "He took the first bus to Sandrock this morning. He left this behind." He advanced to press a single piece of paper into her hand. Addie couldn't take in the typewright fast enough.

The top of the page was emblazoned with the Flying Pigs logo, followed by a short letter of congratulations, an order to travel to Lucien immediately, and a extravagantly loopy signature. The letter was dated just a week before. Addie was speechless.

"I... I... I don't understand." She managed to stutter out. "How... Why... I don't get it. Is this a joke?"

"It's hardly a joke," Remington leaned up against the back of Isaac's chair. It was then Addie noticed just how exhausted he looked, as if he'd been awake all night.

"When did you find out about this?" Addie asked Remington. He couldn't answer right away.

"Five days ago." The words seemed to stick in his throat. "I've taken over as Captain of the Civil Corps. Sam and I have split up Arlo's patrol routes, which probably explains our slightly bedraggled appearances."

Addie was trying so hard not to cry. Arlo had left Portia without telling her and without saying goodbye. He'd kept his greatest achievement a secret from her. That's what stung: after all the scheming and dreaming and planning the two of them had done to get Arlo into the Flying Pigs, Arlo still hadn't found it in himself to share his success it with her. The room seemed to go blurry for a moment.

Polly wrapped herself in a hug around Addie, holding her tightly, while Isaac took her hands gently and squeezed. Presley stood up to walk behind the couch and place his hands gently on Addie's shoulders. Only then did the tears start to fall onto Addie's cheeks as she feverishly blinked to keep them away.

"Hey guys," a voice came from the doorway. Everyone looked up to see Wang still standing there, holding his nose to staunch the tiny trickle of blood there. "This has been real heartwarming, but can I get some help here?"

The glares from Polly, Presley, and Isaac shut him up pretty quickly. Wang mumbled good apologies and stepped outside.

Remington sighed. "I'll leave you guys be." He took one last look at Addie desperately trying to hold it together before heading out the door, closing it softly behind him. Once he left, Addie burst into sobs that should her whole body.

"It's okay, little one. Cry as much as you like." Isaac crooned softly. "We're all right here for you." So cry she did.

#mtap #my time at portia #arlo my time at portia #arlo mtap #my works #she arises from the mist #with the jazziest hands you ever did see #big oof #haven't posted a part in forever #no more friskies for a while

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