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gogobootz1 · 2 years

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The Joker

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

As the owner of the foremost bakery in Fightertown, slight kitchen mishaps aren't uncommon for you. But when you have a big one, can Penny and a certain Naval aviator help you out?

Warnings: none Top Gun Masterlist

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The California sun was not being kind to you. At 98 degrees you were practically melting, especially with the added weight of a crate full of fruit. Maybe your sweaty hands would protect against potential splinters. But those were the least of your worries right now.

Last week, you placed an order from a farm upstate for one crate of peaches. At five o'clock this morning, a giant vehicle had come by the bakery to drop it off. You should've known that your one measly crate wouldn't have warranted such a large delivery truck. When the driver opened the door you nearly passed out. Apparently, you hadn't just ordered one crate. You'd ordered twenty-one crates. When he asked you to sign off on the order you adamantly refused.

"Jimmy." He'd been making your produce deliveries for weeks. Now he looked at you with pity. "What the hell am I supposed to do with all of this?!" You asked the man in a panic.

"You already paid for it." He said sympathetically and shrugged. That gave you pause. For the past few days, you'd convinced yourself that you'd bought the Ferrari of peaches. That for the price you paid they would be homegrown, hand-watered, organic, gourmet, and cancer-curing. Evidently, it was just because you bought a shit ton of them.

He placed a pen in your hand and directed it towards the line on the page. It was the least excited you'd ever been to give your signature.

You'd almost cried as he moved all of the boxes out of the truck and into your storage room. Previously you'd been planning to make a peach upside-down cake or two, but after the delivery, it was more of a question of what couldn't you put peaches into.

All of the bread products for the day had already gone into the oven. Your almost daily clock-in time of four AM allowed you to get an early start each morning, but the pile of fruit staring back at you told you it wasn't early enough.

By six, you had peach cobbler pound cake and peach streusel muffins in the oven. You were piping peaches and cream cupcakes while you waited to take the other dishes out. At six-thirty, two of your employees arrived and nearly walked back out the door when they saw the state of the place. When you explained, they chuckled and began to help you.

Seven brought customers and confused glances at the peach-only options. Your regulars smiled as you told them this was a test run for themed days.

The rest of the morning saw strudel, pie, scones, and countless other (peach) dishes. Another few members of your staff eventually came to relieve the morning shift. They received a similar explanation for the peach crisis and decided to give out a free peach with every order.

By closing time you still had an inordinate amount of peaches. You had sent all of your employees home with a crate, whether they liked it or not, but about fifteen were still left. A text to your friends had gotten rid of five more, and desperate calls to local restaurants took another six. You thanked your lucky stars that the soup kitchen agreed to take three, and you were glad to spend most of the afternoon dropping them off.

Upon your return, the final crate was taunting you. Sitting in the corner and practically overflowing, you couldn't bear to look at it. Thus, you decided to take it on a walk down the street. You just prayed Penny could use it over at The Hard Deck. If you had to wake up to leftover peaches you were going to be sick.

Your struggle down the street was no pretty sight. The crate was heavy. And there was no way to tell if you were leaving a trail of fruit behind you. Looking back would've spelled failure. Losing your balance or tripping over a stray peach could've meant certain doom. Or even more embarrassment.

Finally, you made it to the bar. The boisterous noise wasn't uncommon for the establishment, but 6:30 seemed kind of early for that. Lugging the crate up the stairs was the beginning of the end. The weight was becoming too much for you.

You pushed open the door with your back, silently begging everyone to get out of your way. You heard a voice call after you as you rushed through the crowd towards the bar.

"Hey! You dropped your... peach?" His statement ended with a question. You hardly heard him over the bustle of people and your own looming thoughts.

Heaving the crate onto the bar made a loud slam. You smiled sheepishly at some of the people around you before turning to the woman across from you.

"What'd you do?" Penny shook her head fondly at you.

"You have to help me." You begged her. "Please. I have been staring at peaches since five AM. I have sliced and baked more peaches today than I have in my whole life, Pen." She took a closer look at you and saw how frazzled you were.

"Wha-" Penny tried to ask you what was going on, but you barreled on.

"I have made peach pie, peach crisp, peach cobbler, peach scones, muffins, cakes, cheesecakes, and even galette. Do you even know what galette is?" She shook her head, slightly fearful of the look in your eye. Penny leaned across the bar and grabbed your arm lightly.

"Why don't you sit down, sweetie?" She said gently. You nodded and planted yourself on the stool beside you.

"Penny I am begging you, please, please, take these peaches off of my hands." You said, your hands knit together in pleading. "I'll owe you big time."

Just then another voice entered the conversation- one you faintly recognized. “I think you dropped these, darlin’.”

You looked over into the most gorgeous green eyes you'd ever seen, and for the first time all day, you stopped. For a long moment, you just stared into his eyes. The eyes of one of the most beautiful people you'd ever had the privilege of gazing upon.

You snapped out of it when, in your peripheral vision, you saw the two peaches he held. One in each hand. You threw your head back and let out a huff. It was like they followed you around. “Just keep ‘em, hot stuff.” You said, pleading. Turning back towards Penny, you silently begged for her help. Shock was written all over her face. Usually, you were pretty reserved, so your boldness let her know how dire the situation was. “Please, Penny?”

“I’ll take care of it, hun." She nodded at you. "Go get some sleep, I know you've been up since three.” The tension released from your shoulders and you raced towards the door.

“Thank you!” You shouted over your shoulder.

Hangman stood there, stunned. Never in his life had he struck out in such a way. He turned to Penny with a seriously confused look on his face.

She shook her head and started walking away, “don’t ask.” Suddenly she turned and grabbed the crate on the counter. “Oh! But make everyone on the squadron order a peach daiquiri.”

“What?” This confused him even more.

“That’s an order, lieutenant!” She demanded.

The next day brought with it what you deemed an appropriate amount of fruit. Things at the bakery were back to normal. You made chocolate chip muffins, cannoli, tiramisu, and any other non-peach dish that came to mind.

But at the end of your workday, you felt bad about the previous night. Abandoning Penny with the rest of your problem probably wasn't the kindest thing you'd ever done. So, as per usual, your guilt manifested itself in the form of baking.

You definitely went overboard by making the dark chocolate salted caramel cake, but out of all the flavors you'd made Penny sample, that was her favorite. You decided to drive it over so it wouldn't melt in the heat.

Unbuckling it from the passenger seat, you realized that perhaps forcing a cake onto Penny while she was bartending wasn't the best course of action. So you decided to sneak around the side and drop it off in the kitchen.

When you walked through the employees-only entrance, you were shocked at how little noise was coming from the bar. You set the cake on the counter, dismissing the thought. Since your logo was on top of the box, you trusted she would know just who it was from. The two of you could chat about it later.

You went to leave. "Hey, Peaches, wait!" A voice stopped you in your tracks. As you turned you were met with a rather familiar pair of green eyes.

"Huh?" You said, suddenly sort of dazed.

"Weren't you here yesterday?" The man asked. "With the world's foremost amount of peaches?" He tried to jog your memory. You let out a sigh.

"I'm trying to make up for that, actually." You said and he seemed confused by your reply. "I made Penny a cake to apologize for sticking her with a bunch of fruit."

He chuckled a bit, "I wouldn't worry about it." Your eyebrows furrowed at his response and he shook his head. "I'm pretty sure she made a killing off those peach daiquiris last night."

"Well, I'm glad, but she's still getting this guilt cake," you insisted. "Where is she, anyways? And why are you back here?" All of a sudden it occurred to you that it was a little weird for this customer to be hanging out in an employee's only space.

The man put his hands up in surrender, "just grabbing the fruit tray for our little shindig." As he grabbed a large plate out of the fridge he turned back toward you, "anything you want to add to it, Peaches?" You felt a little flustered at the nickname he'd apparently chosen for you.

"Hangman, how hard is it to find a fruit platter?" Penny burst in, frustrated at his extended absence and the lack of party food. Her whole demeanor changed when she caught a glimpse of you.

"Hey, hon, what are you doing here?" She asked.

You gave her a bashful smile, "I felt bad about last night and I wanted to thank you." You lifted up the cake box so she could see. A fond smile grew on her face.

"You know you didn't have to," Penny started. "But since you did, you can go set it on the bar. Since someone," she shot a glare toward Hangman, "forgot their responsibility for tonight."

"Hey! Rooster was supposed to get the cake," he was quick to defend himself. Penny shook her head at him.

"Jesus, did all of your parents hate you?" You looked between the two of them.

Penny let out a small laugh, "they're pilots- those are their callsigns." She explained as she guided you into the bar. "You can set the cake down over there," she pointed to a spot on the counter. You were quick to follow her direction.

"I'll get out of your hair, Pen." You told the older woman. "I didn't mean to interrupt a private party." Your gaze flickered to the handsome blond man.

"Nonsense, Peaches," Hangman said. "Why don't you stick around?" Penny nodded in agreement. You were still hesitant and started to shake your head.

"If you don't, I'll cut the cake wrong." Penny threatened.

Your eyes widened, "you wouldn't." The look on her face told you she was dead serious. "Fine. But you'll have to explain my presence to the guests."

"Oh, trust me," Hangman assured, "they won't be complaining in the presence of a lady as pretty as yourself." His comment took you off guard, and your eyes widened as you looked at him. A charming smile had weaseled its way onto his face.

"Don't lay it on too thick, Hangman," Penny warned him, smirking. You let out a chuckle at her comment.

As it turned out, you knew most of the partygoers. They'd all stopped in your bakery at one point or another, and some of them were regulars. The aviators were all pleasantly surprised by your presence, but they were happier to see the cake you'd brought sitting on the counter.

Excusing yourself from the conversation, you went to take a water break. It took all of five seconds for Hangman to follow you to the counter.

"How come everyone around here seems to know you but me?" He demanded as he plopped down onto a stool.

"It's probably whatever wheatgrass diet you subscribe to that prevents you from enjoying baked goods." You nodded sagely.

He gave you a look. "I'm serious. I haven't even caught your name. Fanboy and Bob greeted you with hugs."

"I don't know your name either. Callsigns hardly count." You pointed out. "And Mickey's girlfriend likes my coffee cake. I also ship muffins home to Bob's mom." You told him simply. Hangman stared at you, astounded, as you took a sip of water.

"How have we not met before?" He asked, frustrated. You gave an exaggerated shrug.

"I'm a busy lady," you explained, "I don't have much of a social life beyond my bakery."

"Really? You're too busy baking?" Hangman shook his head. Your expression turned at his words.

"Excuse me?" You asked.

"We'll fix that." He said. When he saw your confused expression he elaborated, "...when I take you out."

Your shoulders dropped at his words. In an instant, you were out of your seat, "that is never going to happen, Hangman." You spat as you made a B-line towards the door.

"Woah, wait!" He said, causing you to spin on your heel.

The anger in your eyes caused him to take a step back. "You know why that is never going to happen? Because you don't know me. And instead of trying to get to know me, you decided to be a presumptuous, whiny jackass." The doors to the Hard Deck swung shut behind you. He stood there for a moment, stunned.

"Who wants cake?" Penny shouted from the other side of the bar. Hangman's head fell back. He stared at the ceiling, kicking himself for messing things up with someone he was actually interested in.

Your mood the following day was abysmal. So much so, that your employees kept you baking in the back. They said it was to stop you from scaring away customers.

As the influx of customers slowed, you decided to close up shop early. You were looking forward to a relaxing evening after a busy few days. As you cleaned up in the kitchen you heard the bell ring. You groaned at the thought of more customers and wondered whether you'd forgotten to flip the sign.

Taking your place behind the counter, you were surprised to see Hangman standing in your store. He was looking around, admiring the place you got to work at every day. The place you owned, that you'd built from the ground up through pure will.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked him shortly. What he said last night rubbed you the wrong way. You didn't appreciate him undermining your career. Or his assumption that you'd just fall at his feet. He'd been so assured in it, too. That with one handsome grin, you'd fall under his spell. And you might've if he hadn't opened his big mouth.

"What do you recommend for apologizing to someone?" Hangman asked you softly, regret plain on his pretty face.

"Usually I'd say anything chocolate," you started, "but we're closed." His shoulders fell a bit. Hurting his pride was actually improving your mood.

"What if I told you it was for someone special?" He tried.

"Still closed," you would not let up.

"Even if I told you that I messed up? That I might've let something really good slip through my fingers because I'm an ass? That I'd really like to start over?" You shrugged at his words, trying to act like he hadn't made an impact. He sighed. "What if I told you that I'm sorry? Because, God, I am. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have made assumptions or implied that what you do isn't important. You make people happy for a living, and that is so special and-"

You interrupted his long-winded apology by ringing the small ceramic bell you kept on the counter. "What's the name for that order?" You asked after a moment. You leaned over the counter toward him with a brow raised. A small smile grew on his face as he walked over to the counter.

"Jake," he said softly, offering his hand. You took it with a smile and introduced yourself in turn. You quickly packaged something up for him.

"Your order, sir," you said jokingly, handing him the bag.

He took it gently, "maybe you'd like to... go for a walk? Share it with me?" Jake suggested, looking at you hopefully.

You shook your head as you rounded the counter. "I don't think so." Disappointment flashed across his face. "I put one in there for both of us," you teased, and his face melted with relief. "Come on," you headed towards the door. Jake trailed after you like a puppy.

You'd been spending time together each subsequent evening after his apology. As it turned out, the two of you couldn't be better suited to one another. That particular evening he insisted on a sunset picnic at the beach. You'd say you were surprised at how prepared he was with his checkered blanket and wicker basket, but you'd come to understand it was just him. Jake excelled at everything.

When the two of you finished dinner he revealed his surprise. "In all your rush the other day, did you even get to try one of these?" He asked, holding up one of the peaches you'd dropped at the Hard Deck.

"No, actually," you said. You hadn't even thought to get rid of them by eating them. Jake smiled at you and pulled out his pocket knife, peeling the skin off of the fruit and handing it to you. You waited as he peeled the other.

The two of you took a bite at the same time. Your eyes widened as you looked at him and nodded. "This is good!" You told him with your mouth full. "Damn, this might be my new favorite fruit." You said after swallowing your bite. He let out a small chuckle which grew into a full-blown belly laugh when you made a face at him. You pushed him into the sand. "Hey!" You'd begun to laugh too. "What is so funny?"

He snickered as he stood, "now I get to call you Peaches forever." Your eyes grew wide as you launched after him.

"Hangman!" You shouted as you chased him across the beach. He stopped and turned abruptly, causing you to crash right into his arms. Jake picked you up and spun you around as you laughed and shouted in protest. When he finally set you down, he kept you in his arms and planted a kiss square on your lips. He tasted sweet, like peaches.

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This was inspired by my baking adventures this summer and by the song The Joker. Especially the line "I really love your peaches wanna shake your tree." Genuinely, I sing this in my head at even the mention of peaches. So thank you to The Steve Miller Band for making such a banger.

#jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman x you #top gun x reader #top gun maverick

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bryce-bucher · 9 months

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500 CALIBER CONTRACTZ Post #12

Dialogue!!!11:

The main thing I did over the past week or so was put together this dialogue system. The system itself was fairly easily to implement, and I think the only interesting part of the process to share is how I went about making the UI. As per usual, I wanted to have a cool mechanical feeling ui, but at the same time a friend of mine suggested an AOL instant messenger inspired chat window. I loved both of these ideas so I decided to combine them into a screen that pops up and contains the aim-like window. The modeling process for the screen was similar to how I went about making the other two bits of ui that are on screen in the above photos, but I decided to include a VGA port.

VGA PORT:

I didn't originally plan to include a VGA port, but I was in the middle of researching monitors and accidentally left a window open on my computer that just had a big photo of one and I went "wait a minute.". With my final two braincells I suddenly decided to slap together a model for the port which I ended up being proud enough of to, for some reason, make an entire section for it.

Sorry if any of the above sentences read horribly. I am going to need a third braincell if you want this stuff to be coherent. Anyway, Blender is so cool. Using the array modifier to make all these lil squares for the holes in the port is just such a satisfying process. I've come to really like makin pre-rendered assets like this.

New Movez:

This is actually a pretty big inclusion, and I probably should've ranked it in my mind above the VGA port. I added some new movement options to the game!

Firstly, I added this melee move where you swing the back of the sniper forwards to propel yourself a bit. It is mainly useful as a bunnyhop that allows you to conserve momentum.

Next up I added this kick that happens if you melee while in the air. It's basically just the one from mario64. It lets you gain a little bit more height and distance. It also becomes way more effective if you have a lot of momentum. A good tool for correcting jumps and reaching new heights.

Finally, we have the big schmovement slide. This slide gives you a huge burst of speed that you can jump out of in order to send your self flyin. Surprisingly, it didn't really break any of the level design and ended up being a really fun addition imo. In order to perform it, you have to do a ground pound and then melee as you hit the ground. Also, I feel like I basically stole this from pseudoregalia. Played through that recently and it has been a good source of inspiration.

Nova!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:

This is a cameo skin I've been really excited to finally make myself put in the game. Anodyne 2 is a really important game to me, and I love it much. I'm really happy tha folks at analgesic let me put her in here, and I'm p happy with how her model came together. If you haven't peeped the Anodyne games I highly recommend them. The first one was a major inspiration for parts of Fatum Betula.

Conclusion:

Lately I've been playing this game way too much. It has made it impossible for me to tell if it is fun or well designed. Some problems cropped up during playtesting that ima need to address, and I hope that it all comes together into something that one could say is "fun and cool". I think takin this weekend off is gonna do my brain good. Oh yeah also I feel like I should advertise that I'm still doing commissions if anyone is interested. Anyway, have a good 1 and enjoy urself.

#screenshotsaturday #indiegamedev #gamedev #indiedev #game development #indiegames #lowpoly #y2k #y2k aesthetic #indie game #3d platformer #3dplatformer #sniper rifle #50 caliber 3d platformer #500 caliber contractz #50 cal #anodyne #anodyne 2

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let-me-be-an-egg-toast · 25 days

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me when I'm too lazy to digitalize

i was massively disappointed when they didn't make the hair wings

oh and why were the exterminators so demon-like

More info

Charlie

i wanted to lean more into Charlie's doll like features because I feel like Viv could've used it more

Charlie's face is based off info where demons make themselves look/act friendly in order to lure people to them

The twist is Charlie's luring (unintentionally) people in for good intentions

Her face is supposed to look familiar/common but enough to look kinda unique

The doll theme going on is to make Charlie s bit uncanny; aka how skinwalkers are

She looks fake and hollow, her face looks empty, kind of how someone putting on facade looks like (again referencing demon lore)

dolls just being almost everyone's least favorite thing in general because of how uncanny and creepy they are

The only thing she's hiding is a literal angel

She has her mom's nose

She only has small goat features (two pairs of ears and hooves) because technically the goat symbolism came from the Church demonizing Pan

I think it slightly adds to her symbolism of being like a sheep/lamb (innocent and pure)

the pure/uncanny look symbolizes how she's kind and sweet and other stuff but she's inexperienced (lacking basically) and bites more than she can chew in terms of the hotel

she's scared of the abuse and violations that comes with her power dynamics leading her to not have that much of a spine, which vaggie helps with

2. Vaggie

"why didn't you put a suit on her"

Literally the very person that should've been wearing a suit especially considering the bodyguard thing

I didn't research enough and so past me thought people thought Vaggie was an angel because of her hair

So it turns out I'm just dumb ig 🤡

But that didn't stop me lmao so now she and the other angels have hair wings

In here Charlie KNOWS Vaggie is an angel and is the one who suggested Vaggie to pretend to be a moth demon

i didn't like how the only things that gave away what vaggie truly was is her eye and spear, so I added bird feet and little head wings

Brother y'all already have wings and shit why not be birds

Since Charlie knows she's an angel Vaggie helped her in preparing herself for the meeting w Heaven

3. Lute/Exterminators

🤡

So looking back I forgot my OWN LORE by forgetting to put cheek rings on Lute (like I did to Vaggie)

So let's pretend (being delulu is the solulu)

lute is just there to serve as a model to how (maskless) exterminators look like (sorry lute)

The cheek rings connect to Charlie and Lucifer's own cuz Lucifer was a former angel as we all know

Exterminators dress up like higher-up angels (see Charlie's true form to have an idea of it) in order to look more terrifying and intimidating

okay like bro real talk who would you be scared of more someone who looks like part of your species or a literal fuckin eldritch being coming to swoop in and kill you

I'm taking the second option

Making exterminators look like demons was a dumb move sorry

Their mask serves as a lure of some sort where you can't help but look at them (kind of how we don't wanna see disturbing things but we can't help but stare at them when they appear)

And then boom you died because you were to busy looking at the "eye"

I think the look I gave them + some of their bloodthirsty nature's brings in more of the horror

I do like the fact they look like regular people underneath the masks because it kinda reminds you of heaven's hierarchy

once we go up the ladder the more terrifying they look

so once I redesign Emily and Sera....expect them to look more...captivating to the eyes

Other things

The reveal of Vaggie being an angel is turned into a funny scene

"YOUR GF IS AN ANGEL" "....ok and?" "....WHAT DO YOU MEAN OK AND."

#hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #sorry that I got lazy in the end #hazbin redesign #hazbin critical

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hirsheyskisses · 5 months

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It Takes Two. #02

A Demon Pirate.

RORONOA ZORO x READER

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"Marines?"

"Never heard of em? Fuck ya do, grow up under a rock?!" He scoffed, drawing his blades. From behind the ship came two, three, no- five more ships. They hadn't noticed you yet, being in such a small boat.

"First off, I have heard of them, just never seen them. Secondly, I grew up on a rock." You scoffed, quickly undoing the rope around you and letting it fall to the boat. "Sheathe your sword! We don't have to fight, I have an idea, but it had to be quick and we have to ditch the boat." You moved closer to Zoro. You could question why he was running from the bad guys later, right now you knew the odds of battle were against you both. "Won't be that hard f'me to fight 'em."

Zoro still sheathed his blades, and without warning him further, your wings snapped open and you shot at him, arms wrapping around his lower torso and legs doing the same. "GH- feathers-" He cursed, you lifting his body and powerful pumps off your wings sent you both heading right for the ships. You tucked your head and angled the tufts of feathers on your head to cover his mouth, flying close to the ocean. In an instant you approached the last marine ship, flying behind it. Your back was strained, and finding a piece of wood that jut out, you landed.

"See.. now we're out of sight." You removed the tuft from his mouth and instead pressed closer against him, trying to keep your balance. Being in the back of the ship, below the deck and resting on a narrow piece of wood, you pressed yourself a bit closer to the swordsman to ensure he didn't fall into the ocean. Zoro was still recovering, and finally whispered, "should be used to people doing that. Luffy does that shit all the time."

You snickered, and winced at the movement. Your wings tucked close and Zoro curiously touched your back, hearing your hiss, he sighed. "Still. You're injured. Should've just let me fight.."

Scoffing, you replied, "still might have to. We have two options. Fight, or pray to the gods I can carry you back in time to warn the others." Your voice was barely a whisper. Zoro grunted softly, taking the bandanna looking thing from off his arm and carefully wrapping it on his head. It came to rest just above his eyes, and he placed a hand on your head. It was just then you realized how close the two of you were: but it wasn't like you could move.

"We fight. You're injured enough as it is- you bring me up there, and I'll take care of all five ships." "There's five ships filled with men! How is one man going to take on all of that by himself?! No way!"

He snorted, ruffling your hair. "I'm stronger than I look."

You opened your mouth to argue, then thought better of it. The two of you had the element of surprise. If you could fly above a large group on the first ship, drop him in the center, and fly on to the next to cause some chaos, you could slow them down. Further, you could rip up their masts with their feathers, maybe destroy the wood..

"Fine."

You wrapped your arms around him again and snapped open your wings, "when you're ready to be transported to the next ship, just shout Feathers. I'm going to slow down the ships while they're focused on you."

Zoro grinned at that, an almost animalistic grin. It was enough to send a shiver down your spine, "good. I'm looking forward to this."

You shook off the sudden feeling of unease, instead just pushing you both off the edge and into the air. It took you a few seconds but you were hovering over the ships deck, confused marines staring up at you before you dropped Zoro. Something told you he'd be fine- so the moment his feet safely made contact with the deck, you tucked your wings and shot forward, feeling your feathers sharpen, and tore through the sail of the ship.

"It's Roronoa Zoro! The Pirate Hunter!" "Hold steady, men! We outnumber him 100 to 1!" "Someone call and tell the other ships!"

You turned mid flight, much, much faster mow that you didn't have the added weight of Zoro, and dove down, weaving in-between the men and slapping their weapons away, your feet barely touching the deck as you launched yourself towards the next ship, grabbing a sword from a nearby marine who'd come for you, leaving him in the dust.

Confused shouts and cries for battle were not all you heard. You didn't care to pay them any mind, only listening for Zoro's call. You tore through the next sail, the ripping through the tough fabric with ease. "Who is that woman?! Stop her!" You'd barely twisted out of the way, a bullet whizing past your head. Adrenaline was now coursing through your veins as you rose above the ship, and allowed your body to fall. Bullets continued to whiz by your head, but you're faster. You hit the deck with grace and, spinning on your toes, launched yourself at the gunning crew, slamming your body and wings into theirs and sending them tumbling back. The sharpness of your feathers had a few a little sliced up, but you recognized there was no permanent damage.

Your wings spread yet again as you prepared to take off again, hearing a familiar voice, "FEATHERS!"

Zoro had finished that battle quickly. Before the marines on your boat could recover, powerful movements had you back in the air and zooming towards Zoro.

The swordsman had two blades in his hand. There it was again. That animalistic grin of his and that horrifyingly hungry look in his eyes. It made you want to turn tail and run, but alas, you dove besides his body and scooped him up, now significantly slower as you lifted him in-between the ships.

"Not bad work, Feathers! We'll make a swordsman outta ya yet."

Zoro charged into battle. This time, you hesitated. He was fast, and cruel. His blades struck down each marine, cutting their blades away and striking down the bullets that flew at him, as if they were little more than butter. His movements were graceful, not a single movement of his was wasted. You were almost in a trance, watching him cut down the soldiers. But adrenaline quickly came rushing back as a bullet tore through your feathers. Wincing at the feeling, you turned to the other three ships.

A snap of your wings had you barreling forward, tearing through the sails of the next. You knew the average eye couldn't keep track of you: not when you were focusing solely on speed and the strength of impact, using the blade to pry through the fabric even faster. Tearing through one, two, three, move on to the next ship.. repeating until all of the sails except for one ship's had been torn. Twisting and launching yourself in between the masses of men, confused shouts and ill thought strikes slicing towards you, but by the time their blades raised, you were to the next ship- the ship zoro was on.

The sight was almost horrifying. Bloody masses of men everywhere, and yet again, Zoro stood in the middle. That wild, animalistic look in his eyes- it was when you'd finally thought of a word to use. Demon. He looked like a demon. Shaking off the fear that'd settled in your core, you dove, allowing your body to come to rest at the wheel. Your eyes were glued to the battle as you adjusted the sword in your hand, preparing to dive to Zoro's side at a moments notice. But This time, he didn't even need your help. Masses of men sent flying into the air, as he leaped to the next ship that'd gotten too close. The screeching soon subsided, and you'd be amazed if the battle had lasted a total of five minutes.

"Feathers! We're done here." You slowly lifted to the air and flew over to Zoro's position. He was covered in blood and truly.. he looked insane. But as you moved to grab him, the look faded into a playful grin. "Not bad, for an injured bird." "Oh hush. Should see me on a good day- besides, I didn't have much of a choice." You wrapped your arms around him and lifted him back to the ship with its sail still in tact. Zoro eyed it. "Whyd ya leave this one?" "We're gonna steal it. Obviously."

"Guess that means we gotta throw all the bodies overboard."

"..yeah..." You trailed off, and Zoro removed his bandanna. "Let's get to work then."

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It only took about 15 minutes with the two of you working together. It was in complete silence as darkened storm clouds began to show in the sky, yet the storm clouds were the least of your concern. You managed to ensure Zoro remained in your peripheral vision at all times- you'd only been with these pirates a short time, and despite them saving your life, you were nervous. Specifically, of Zoro. That glint in his eyes.. it still sent a chill down your spine.

"'Chu lookin at me like that for? Got something on my face??"

Zoro snapped, stalking over to you. Instinctively you cowered away, quickly defending yourself with, "I was just spacing out." To your surprise, the swordsman halted. For a long moment he looked confused, eyes narrowed, before shrugging his shoulders. "If you say so, (Name). The ship is ready to go- I'll take the wheel for a bit. You know how to man the sails?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I had some practice. With this storm rolling in again I'm a bit nervous- but as long as we don't move too far, I trust the your crew will find us just from the wind blowing. Even now I can't fully sense them." Zoro nodded his head thoughtfully, and it was around this time you began to truly feel the strain of your injury. Shit, you ever did it big time.

"How did you.. cut those men down so easy? So mercilessly?" you blurt out, immediately regretting it when he tensed up. "It isn't merciless. I didn't kill half of them, they'll be fine. In case you didn't remember, we're pirates. I'm a pirate. We don't do mercy- and I damn well ain't no hero."

Swallowing slowly, you nod. Zoro scoffed, "stop worrying your feathery brain and trust me. I'll get us back to the crew."

#one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro #one piece

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mortal-kombat-1 · 2 months

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Because I've done blocked a few since my last 2 Janet Cage edits, I'm gonna make myself PERFECTLY clear:

I don't give a fuck if you like her or not. My blog. I promise, I won't miss you or even notice.

"I hate the name Janet. It sounds so generic!" So fucking what, so is Johnny and I ain't seen you all complaining about that.

"She's so annoying. I hate her hair and she's manly looking!" She's built, what happened to the we support all women no matter what they look like on this hellsite? Only when you find them attractive? Wanna share a picture of your face? Also, guess who else is annoying? That's right, Johnny. Who she's literally based on...

"Ew, gender swapped..." It's an alternative timeline where Johnny was born female, something that's not even remotely new in media. Are you 12? Wait, I take that back, I'm sure a majority of 12 year olds have more common sense than those complaining right now.

You don't have to use her in the game -- like all kameo's she's optional.

"She's a wasted slot!" Again, you don't have to use her AT ALL. I could say the same about a lot of the characters but then again, I play because I enjoy the games. If a character I like isn't included, I go back to one of the games they're in and play that game instead of bitching until one day, they end up back in any future games.

"It should've been so and so!" There are more characters being released; files in the game points towards a few -- to avoid spoilers for those who don't wanna know, I won't mention who.

My only peeve with her is they didn't give her the nose. Other than that, I enjoy seeing new characters being added -- that doesn't include guest characters, my opinion differs there, but I still don't cry about it.

"We were promised Johnny Cage!" He's already in the base game, and you all would still cry there's too much Johnny. My guy, I've had to sit through every MK game before 10 and 11 and see everyone else get all this attention, etc. When he's the original MK character; like the very first one. He's earned his time. Shut up. And guess what, I'm more than ok with him not being a kameo. Hell, if they decide to sit him out in the next game, I'm also cool with that because as I said, I can go back to the games he's already in.

#It's just a game -- pixels... get a better hobby #Heck if you're so hellbent on being that miserable get a job and be sad there like the rest of us

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Should've Been Born Later, Nix - Chapter 6: The Plan

Easy Company x Fem!OCs

Chap. Synopsis: What will happen when the group forms a plan to get some answers?

Words: 3,677

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Author's Note: WHAT IS UP MY DUDES IT'S TIME FOR CHAPTER SIX!!!! Be on the lookout for Chapter 7 dropping tomorrow night!! :D

“We’ll need a map, and equipment to pick locks and stuff,” Chrys answered Joe, hesitancy evident in her words. “I do have a lock-picking kit, but we might need other stuff to bypass the doors that have alarms on them.” The boys nodded along before Luz spoke up.

“Do you think the rest of the guys will go along with this?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t see any other option,” Malarkey barely finished his sentence before the group heard the apartment door unlocking. When the door opened, Zay stumbled through, pushed to the side by the disheveled frames of Roe and Guarnere. The men looked like they did after days in Bastogne - dirt caked into their skin, grass and leaves in their hair, clothes that were clean when they left now looking as if they're on their sixth week of wear. Speirs and Liebgott walked in after them. The soldiers had never seen the look of irritation on Speirs’ face - sure, they'd seen him aggravated or annoyed, but this expression seemed to be in a league of its own.

“What the fuck happened?” Luz asked the group, concern and bewilderment evident in his eyes.

“You don't want to know,” Liebgott muttered quietly as he sat down in the vacant armchair. Speirs immediately walked from the front door to the sliding glass that led to the apartment balcony, forcefully sliding the door closed behind him. Everyone stared out at the balcony frozen, until Zay spoke up.

“He’s just frustrated because these two almost got themselves hurt,” she explained, shooting a playful glare at the two unkempt paratroopers beside her.

“We got some good information though!” Guarnere replied proudly, placing a firm but friendly hand on Gene’s shoulder. The medic let out a quiet laugh and shook his head before Bull spoke up.

“So what’d y’all find out?” Zay reached into her backpack and pulled out what appeared to be a jacket with a camouflage pattern. It was sturdy - similar to the men’s army-issued jackets.

“We’re not quite sure if it’s useful, but it’s certainly interesting,” Zay explained as she showed the sleeves to the group. The men’s eyes widened when they saw the 101st airborne screaming eagles patch over the two chevrons that displayed the rank of corporal.

“Zay, you’re not gonna believe what we found out,” Chrys mused, eyes wide at the jacket. Chrys and her group regaled the newcomers with the rumors they read about, as well as the missing corporal.

“You don’t think that’s her jacket, do you?” Luz asked in disbelief.

“Well whose else would it be!?” Gonorrhea replied to the radioman… a bit more forcefully than he intended. There was a heavy pause before Dick broke the silence, looking at Zay with a pensive but nervous expression.

“We’re thinking about sneaking into Fort Liberty, see what we can find out,” Zay’s eyes widened behind her glasses.

“You can’t be serious…” the words fell from Zay’s lips with utter disbelief. “There’s no way… even if we wanted to… where would we even start?” The girl’s eyes darted around the group - every expression seemed to have glimpses of shock, fright, overwhelm, but also… focus and determination. If this was really the next step in their journey home, then they were going to do it right.

“We’d have to find some way to scope out the base beforehand, so we can understand how their security works,” Speirs’ voice delivered a jumpscare to the rest of the group, no one hearing him sneak back in from the balcony.

“And figure out how the base is laid out,” Nixon added.

“But the only way we can get on base is if we have a military ID,” Zay mentioned before Chrys spoke up.

“... not unless you’re a delivery driver.”

“Wait, so they’ll just let you on base if you’re a delivery driver?” Liebgott wondered aloud.

“Not exactly, you need to register your car and have a special ID card, but we can probably just look up how to do that on their website,” Zay replied before noticing the still-disheveled states of Roe and Guarnere. “Let me get y’all some fresh clothes and I’ll get my laptop and we can do some brainstorming.” Once Gene and Bill were taken care of, the twelve made a makeshift circle around the coffee table. Chrys kept her seat between Winters and Nixon, while Zay sat across from her sister on the floor, Eugene on her left and Guarnere on her right.

“Alright, so we need to figure out how to get on base, where we need to go, and what will stop us from getting there, right?” Malarkey listed out from his spot on the floor.

“We can get on base by registering as a delivery driver, and then once we’re on base we can figure out where everything is.” Chrys typed away on her laptop, making a checklist of what needed to be done.

“Right… what’s everything exactly?” Luz chimed in from his spot beside Toye.

“We could probably start with Colonel Gomez’s office, then from there we can see where he’s doing the experiments,” Speirs explained from his spot on the other side of Eugene. The group carried on like this until dark, forming their own version of the D-Day invasion, just with less planes and more… road trip playlists.

“Alright, let me see if I have everything here,” Chrys said. She made a few finishing keystrokes on her laptop before scrolling back up to the top of her list. Beside her, Lewis was in awe of the girl. Everything she did seemed to have an effortless air around it. It felt as though, at the snap of her fingers, Chrys could command the beer bottle beside her to bring itself to her lips of its own accord. Lewis would never admit to it, but her presence caused a level of butterflies to swell up in his stomach that he hadn't felt since he was in prep school. His eyes became fixated on her snakebite lip piercings - two black studs placed right below her lower lip. Lewis had never seen a piercing like this before, his mind started to wonder what it would be like to kiss her with those-

“Lew!” The man was shaken from his thoughts when Dick called his name. Nixon was broken from his trance and noticed the rest of the group staring at him expectedly, most notably Chrys. The dark-haired man took a beat before clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry, what’d you say?”

“Do you think you’d be able to help us decipher anything we find in Gomez’s office?” Zay asked from her spot on the floor.

“Well I’m not the intelligence officer because of my good looks!” Snickers could be heard around the room at Nixon’s comment before the conversation moved forward.

“So Zay and I will use the van from my garage and register it as a delivery car, then Nix, Speirs, and I will ‘deliver’ something to Colonel Gomez to find where his office is and scope out the place. Then from there, we can plan out how we want to do the second run,” Chrys explained to the group.

“Sounds good to me,” Winters piped up from his seat on the couch. His eyes kept finding their way to Zay, who could be seen whispering and laughing with Doc Roe beside her. Even when he felt a sting of envy seeing Eugene next to her, there was still a comforting warmth in his chest when he saw Zay scrunch her nose in laughter. Chrys noticed how Dick was looking at Zay and couldn’t help but smile. Chrys’ gaze abruptly moved to Guarnere when everyone heard his stomach growl, or rather, play the symphony of its people.

“Zay, why don’t you and I head to the kitchen and see if we have anything for dinner?” the dark-haired girl announced with a laugh before setting her laptop on the coffee table, stretching her arms over her head. Zay was quick to pop up and follow her twin into the kitchen, leaving Easy Company to their own devices, at least for a moment.

“I’m pretty sure we don’t have something that’ll feed everyone, do you wanna just order pizza tonight?” Zay asked nonchalantly as she looked in their fridge. Chrys simply leaned her back against the counter and let a snicker past her lips.

“You have no idea, do you?”

“... I mean I’m looking at our fridge right now and all we have is your veggie smoothies and my orange soda, ooh! And Peronis! When did we get these?” The nurse was in her own little world for a moment, pulling the cheap beer out of the fridge to share with everyone.

“I mean about Dick, don’t you see how he looks at you?” Zay turned around and met Chrys with furrowed brows, clearly confused.

“What do you mean?”

“He gives you the same heart eyes he does to Nixon in the first episode, when Nix is lighting his cigarette outside that tent.” Zay quickly shook her head before promptly setting the drinks on the counter and closing the fridge. She immediately pulled out her phone, desperate to focus on something else.

“You think they’d prefer Domino’s or Little Caesar’s?”

“Zay, I’m serious, I really think he likes you.” Chrys’ tone was quiet and serious, but gentle. Chrys was unsurprised at her twin’s avoidance of the subject - she knew Zay had a rough time in terms of relationships.

“Chrys he could have anyone he wants,” the girl said in a strikingly monotone voice - a stark contrast to her bubbly personality. She took a deep breath before continuing, “Besides, do you see how Nix looks at you?” Zay looked up from her phone, a smirk on her face. Before Chrys could finish her eye-roll, the two were shocked out of their skins as music came blaring unexpectedly from the living room. As Tainted Love filled every atom of air in the apartment, the twins scrambled into the living room to find Luz crouching in front of the entertainment stand, fumbling with the Bluetooth speaker as if it were a hot potato. Zay quickly knelt next to George and took his hands, turning the speaker so that she could reach the power button and turn the speaker off. The two sat like that for a second before Zay quickly pulled away, face bright red. She futilely prayed that Luz didn’t notice the rosy hue on her cheeks.

“I told you not to mess with that, dumbass!” Liebgott scolded Luz from his place on the floor.

“Great job, radioman,” Bull chimed in, chuckling as Luz bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. The poor man just wanted to see if he could figure out how to turn on the device to see what it was. While his mission was technically successful, George certainly did not intend to assault the eardrums of everyone in the tiny space.

“If y’all wanted a dance party, you could’ve just asked!” Zay said with a giggle. Most of the men shared in her laughter, while others felt their ears perk up at the idea of a dance party. “Why don’t we order some pizza and then I can show y’all how the speaker works?” Within the hour, the twins had educated the men from the 1940s on what toppings were available on their pizzas, as well as mediating the discussions for what was going on said pizzas. Now, all they could do was relax and wait for the delivery driver. Zay had started passing out the Peronis from the fridge (and a soda for Dick) when she heard her name.

“Zay, you said something about a dance party?” Nixon piped up from his seat, a mischievous smirk on his face. Her expression grew to match his as she pulled out her phone.

“Let me find a good playlist to show y’all the best music-”

“Zay I swear if it’s your Queen playlist…” Chrys interrupted, irritation in her eyes but a smile on her lips.

“Like, songs for the Queen of England?” Guarnere questioned the two - just when he thought 2023 could not get any more bizarre, now he knows the word “playlist” and is about to listen to music made for the queen of England. Zay simply laughed before returning to her phone.

“ONE song, then I’ll put on a playlist!” The blue-haired girl compromised with her sister before picking up the Bluetooth speaker. The boys were amazed when she seemed to only push a couple of buttons, and suddenly music was playing again from the speaker, and at a much more reasonable volume compared to earlier.

Toniiiiight, I’m gonna have mysellllf a real good time

I feel aliiiiiiiivvvvveeeee!

Zay was singing along to one of her favorite songs, she could not help but stand up and move along to the slow intro, waving her arms in big, dramatic motions to the lyrics. Everyone was laughing along with Zay’s hyperbolic display as she and her twin sang along with Freddie Mercury.

And the wooooorld, I’ll tuuuurn it inside ooouuut, yeah!

I’m floating arooooound in ecstacyyyy so

Don't- Stop me nooowww…

“Don’t! Stop me! Cuz I’m having a good time! Having a good time!” As the music crescendoed, so did Zay and her dancing. Even Chrys, moved by one of her favorite singers, got up and began dancing with Zay. The two moved like excited baby goats, hopping around the living room in time to Roger Taylor’s drumming. Some soldiers were getting into the vibes of the music with the twins, either dancing in their seats or trying to sing along, others were watching the girls with less than chivalrous eyes (Liebgott and Toye were the worst offenders), while Dick and Lewis simply watched in awe. Dick’s eyes were fixed on Zay, the way her hips were moving trapping the redhead in a trance that he would have been happy to stay in forever.

Lewis, on the other hand, could not decide where to focus his gaze on Chrys. From the smirk on her face, to her waist swirling side to side, to her legs moving in time with the music, to her arms wrapping themselves around Guarnere - wait… Nixon was brought back to reality when he saw the sergeant dancing with the black-haired girl, also noticing that the song had changed to something more… seductive.

Pour some sugar on me! In the name of love

Pour some sugar on me! C’mon fire me uuupp

Pour your sugar on me! I can’t get enouugh

I’m hot, sticky, sweeet, from my head to my feet

The intelligence officer felt a confounding mixture of emotions - absolutely enamored by Chrys and her movements to the music, uncomfortable with watching Guarnere’s movements to the music, jealous that Chrys was dancing with Guarnere… Nix just could not let this stand. “I’m going to Chrys, and I suggest you go to your little nurse before it’s too late,” Lewis muttered to Dick before he got up, gesturing to the girl in question as he made his way to the makeshift dance floor. Winters looked away and crossed his arms - yes, he wanted to spend time with Zay, but there were a few barriers at the moment Dick was wrestling with.

First, Dick does not dance. He will if he absolutely must, he can waltz… a bit, but for someone in peak physical condition, the officer has two left feet on the dance floor. Second, the tantalizing rhythms set forth by the music and Zay’s hypnotic movements caused Dick to feel a certain overwhelm that he has never felt before, and he was quite unsure how to handle it. He was sure, though, that if he tried to talk to Zay now, absolute gibberish would come out of his mouth. Third, Zay already had a dancing partner, and the Cajun man definitely knew how to dance. If the officer had not looked away, he would see that Eugene and Zay were dancing in perfect sync, as if they were the only two in the room.

Meanwhile, the rest of the boys were in their own little worlds, either dancing in the goofiest way possible, like Luz trying to mess with Toye, or simply sitting back and taking in the music, like Ron and Bull, sporting amused expressions from their seats. The twelve were abruptly all pulled back to the same reality when the doorbell rang - the pizza had arrived!

Zay took the pizzas from the delivery man while Chrys brought out plates and napkins. The night continued with more shenanigans brought about by both the music as well as the Peronis, both Zay and Chrys absolutely delighted in sharing the music of their time with the soldiers.

When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band…

As the intro to Welcome to the Black Parade played, Zay dramatically serenaded the group, her off-tune voice endearing her to the tipsy men. Zay, being rather inebriated herself, noticed Dick casually sitting by himself, enjoying the party going on around him. While the leader considered himself to be more of an introvert, seeing his men, who had been working and struggling so hard throughout the war, finally getting to relax and have fun warmed his heart more than he thought possible. Suddenly filled with confidence, Zay slowly strutted over to the redhead, making eye contact with him as she made her way to the couch. While Winters offered her a smile, everyone could see the hue on his cheeks that matched his hair.

He said will you, defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have maaaddee…

The lyrics being sung were not exactly sultry, but the look in Zay’s eyes had Dick feeling things that he had not felt since before the war. In that moment, it was as if Dick and Zay were the only two in the room. The nurse stopped right in front of the captain, bending over to look into his emerald eyes. Past her glasses, Winters could see the mischievous sparkle in Zay’s eyes, his brain going a million miles a minute. Was this really happening? If it was a dream, Dick silently prayed he would never wake up.

Because one day, I’ll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade…

Zay softly sang to Winters, trailing a finger lightly down his cheek, taking in his handsome features. She began to wonder the same question as him - is this real? As she looked into his eyes and their faces grew closer, inch by inch, the girl could not help but steal a glance at his lips before a resounding crash broke the two from their mutual trance.

“Hey, watch where the fuck you’re going!” Guarnere shouted at Liebgott before the two started throwing punches at each other. It was later revealed that Joe stumbled back and accidentally put his elbow into Bill’s pizza, which he was thoroughly enjoying. The two tumbled to the ground before the rest of the group dove in to break them apart, Zay and Chrys included. After a horrendous struggle, the group had the angry boys separated, Guarnere holding his hand to his eye and Liebgott tasting blood from his split lip. After figuring out what happened, a couple of extremely heartfelt apologies, and some first aid provided by Zay and Roe, everyone agreed that it was time for bed. Well… almost everyone.

A while after everyone had gone to bed, Chrys heard the sliding door open from her place on the wicker chair that lived on the apartment’s balcony. She turned her head to see none other than Captain Nixon poking his head outside.

“Do you mind some company?”

“Be my guest,” she replied nonchalantly, gesturing for Lewis to sit in the chair on the other side of the small glass table, still needing to be dusted from the pollen drop of the day. Nixon gave Chrys a nod of thanks before sitting and pulling out his Lucky Strikes and lighter. He stretched his arm out to offer Chrys a cigarette before lighting his own. The girl politely shook her head, silently cursing how the dark-haired man made smoking look so attractive.

“Isn't it past your bedtime, doll?” Nixon said around his cigarette, the scratch of the flint in his zippo echoing off the brick wall.

“If I didn't know you were a night owl I could say the same to you,” Chrys retorted, not noticing Nixon’s flirtatious tone. The twins may be opposites in many ways, but one thing that ties them together is their obliviousness to a boy’s romantic advances.

The intelligence officer let out a snicker and shook his head. “You think you know everything about me because you’ve seen me on a TV show?”

“Well I know the number of times Dick had to pour your own piss on you to wake you up is one too many,” the words left Chrys’ mouth with a smirk that left Lewis weak in the knees. He threw his head back in laughter before taking another drag from his cigarette.

“First you clean the dance floor with my ass, then you bring that shit up,” he mused to himself, remembering earlier in the night. When Nixon went up to cut in on Chrys and Guarnere dancing together, the movement Chrys’ body created almost felt supernatural. Lewis tried to keep up with her, but he kept staring at the girl and tripping over two left feet.

“What’s the matter, Yale boy? You can dish it but you can’t take it?”

The two night owls continued their banter well into the night, only retiring when the first birds of the morning began to chirp. Chrys and Zay passed in the hallway - Zay was dressed in her scrubs and on the way to work. The blue-haired girl sent a smile over to her twin, “You awake yet?”

“Awake? It’s time to go to bed!”

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Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

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Thank you again for reading!! Be on the lookout for Chapter 7 dropping Tomorrow!! 🥰✨

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perpetuallypottytraining · 10 months

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I want to share a training pants alternative!!!

recently, I've bought a pack of period underwear (from Hanes, specifically) and, omg, they definitely put my headspace exactly where I want it to be!

it has 5 different layers of fabric, including the moisture wicking top, 2 absorbent layers, a leak proof layer, then the outer layer that makes up the rest of the undies - this is all relegated to the crotch of the underwear but it does cover what it needs to while worn

the padding is labelled as "moderate protection" for periods, as a discrete option, and while I feel like they'll be fine for a full day for that purpose, it's also enough padding to be right on the edge of your awareness while wearing

this serves it's purpose as training pants extremely well - I can be wearing them, then sit and browse Tumblr for a bit, forgetting I put them on, then be very aware of them as I shift in my seat. the tactile sensation is of wearing something inbetween an adult pull-up (where the padding doesn't go all the way to the waistband) and average cotton undies

additionally, in the complete silence, while walking there's an audible... not quite crinkle, but more of a swoosh as the leak proof layer shifts against the other fabric - this makes me feel very little, as it's a very clear reminder that I'm not wearing normal cotton undies and am instead wearing "big kid pants"

now! about the absorption: personally, I feel like it takes in the perfect amount of liquid. it will not, in any circumstances, take in a full bladder, but! that's kinda exactly the point of training pants

it can hold about a quarter of my bladder, under ideal circumstances and being careful about it

now, remember what I said about it being on the edge of awareness of anything being abnormal about your underwear status? while fully wet, it is very tactile and you're very aware of it. it wants to sag, but the legholes remain closed around your thighs, so it just feels heavy. it feels - and is! - thicker, but, wearing pants/shorts over it, it looks like nothing has changed

anyways, fully saturated, it feels like you've made a miscalculation and should've just used the potty

adding a little more liquid causes it to absorb onto the outer fabric above the crotch, then the outer fabric around the thighs, creating the leak points where it will no longer hold anything

so! I wouldn't say these can take a wetting, not by a long shot. instead, they're perfect for leaking into. by letting out small spurts, at first, it'll just feel a bit warm, and a bit puffy-er, but not wet - the moisture wicking will do its job, doing it's best to keep it away from your skin. then, with more leaks/spurts, it will get noticeably saturated/puffy, where upon you - or a caregiver - will need to decide to go to the potty and then change or if an accident is on the table

personally, I'm not sure I'll be using them too often, as cleaning them immediately is kinda a hassle rn, but they are easy to clean - rinse them under running water, then toss them in the washing machine. they can even be washed with the rest of your laundry. they can even handle the drier!

I am definitely going to be wearing them often though, as just the sensations of wearing them dry makes me feel all little and giggly

#... i have no idea what to tag this ajshsdksk. normal tags it is #omutsu #mine #omo #omocute #omorashi #training pants

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hobbitsesoftheshire · 7 months

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This is the first part to my different Disney AUs. Requests are open. You can ask to be added to my tag list, either by messaging me or sending it in a request. Follow me if you want more and all of my other fandoms are listed in my bio so check there. I also have a character list, the link is on my masterlist, which is pinned on my page! Hope you like this and enjoy!

Pairing: Aragorn x female!reader

Warnings: hitting someone in the head with a pan.

Word count: 606

He was running away from some men he got in trouble with. They didn't like his words at the tavern and now he was on the run. In his 87 years on Middle-Earth he should've already learned to not speak to drunken strangers.

The men were right behind him and almost catched him, but he happened to notice a cave or a tunnel that had some weird vines covering it. He carefully moved some of the leaves on the vines to the side and decided to step into the tunnel. Right after the vines settled back, the men passed by confused on where he had gone.

He sighed in relief and chose to go see what was on the other side of the tunnel he was in. It seemed to be pretty short and there was bright light on the other side. He walked to the end and was shocked to see a tower in the middle of the little field that had trees surrounding it.

It seemed like there was no one in the tower. He had either the option of turning back and possibly getting caught, or trying to climb to the tower to see what was in it.

Getting caught was not an option. He walked closer and saw that the tower was made of cobblestone. He could get arrowheads in between the stones and could climb up like that. Aragorn reached into his bag and took out some arrows he had hidden there in case of a battle. He found a good spot to start climbing and looked to the open window almost all the way up.

He started climbing and about halfway up Aragorn realized he had estimated the height of the tower wrong. He was starting to get tired, but he was already closer to the window than the ground.

Aragorn finally reached the window and got into the tower. "Finally alone" he said before someone hit his head with a pan.

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He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious for. All he knew was that he had climbed to some mystery tower and got hit in the head. Hard. When he gained consciousness again he was tied to a chair. He looked down to see that his restraints resembled someone's hair.

“Is this.. hair?” he asked confusedly. “Struggling… struggling is pointless” a female voice connected to the hair asked. She suddenly jumped down to the floor. He noticed she was holding a pan.

“I know why you’re here and I'm not afraid of you” she said, trying to sound confident. “What?” he asked, still confused. She walked into the light and he thought he hadn’t ever seen a woman as beautiful as her.

“Who are you, and how did you find me?” she asked. He didn’t know how to answer and just remained silent. When he didn’t answer she repeated her question more powerfully.

He cleared his throat and said “I know not who you are, nor how i came to find you. But may I just say. Hello. How’re you doing. My name’s Strider. How’s your day going?”

“Ugh, who else knows my location?” she asked, pointing the pan at Aragorn.

“All right, girlie”

“Y/n”

“Here’s the deal. I was in a situation, gallivanting across the forest. I came across your tower and…”

“Oh, oh no! Where’s my satchel?!” he panicked.

“I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it” she stated proudly, crossing her arms.

He looked around a little and said “It’s in that pot isn’t it?”

And then she hit him in the head with the pan, again.

#lotr fanfic #the hobbit #aragorn x reader #rapunzel #flynn rider #walt disney #disney movies #disney #disney au #aragorn #lotr aragorn #lotr

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kairi101 · 11 months

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The Father and Father Figures (pt. 3)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, platonic!Topper x reader, platonic!kelce x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, birth, soft!rafe, swearing

Summary: After your soon to be babydaddy left you, you were left with no choice but to return to your childhood friends. But soon your past comes back to haunt you.

A/n: this is the second to last part, lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist for the last part. tbh u don't even need to read the first 2 parts to understand this one.

Part 1 Part 2

"Y/n get down from that ladder now!" Rafe demands while putting a crib together. You were painting your baby girl's new room, though you probably should've probably done this a few months ago.

"I'm fine Rafe" you yell back at him. The pregnancy hormones have made you extremely stubborn over the past month, especially when it comes to the typical household things a pregnant woman shouldn't be doing.

"If you don't come down yourself, I'll just force you to get down myself" You don't respond and just continue painting. "For fucks sake, y/n, you're due in a week, please just let me do that."

"You're doing something else right now though, and the baby could come any moment now and she still doesn't have a room." You say aggravated. Rafe raises his hands in defeat and walks out of the room. In the ten minutes Rafe was gone, you literally got about 1 foot of the wall painted. When he returns, he has Topper and Kelce with him, and they told you the same thing Rafe told you, except this time you listen to them, and rafe rolls his eyes and stands at the bottom of the ladder to help you down.

"You two get to work, i gotta talk to momma here" Rafe instructs the two kook boys. he puts his arm around your shoulder and leads you to the kitchen, getting you a glass of water.

"You've been working your ass off all day and you haven't drank anything since breakfast" rafe informs you. "Now, tell me what's bothering you"

"Nothing" you say too defensively so he picked up on your lie. He glares at you with his blue eyes and you cave "I just want the baby out, thats all, i swear." He cradles your belly from behind.

"I know, bear, but you only have about a week left" he reassures you by kissing the side of your head. "now I'm gonna give you two options, we can either go watch the rom-com we've watched a hundred times in the past 7 months, or we can go help Top and Kelce" Before he even finished, you had already made up your mind and walked towards your soon to be baby girls room, and Rafe follows saying "No bending down or standing on ladders though!"

When you get back in the room, you see the two boys managed to get the crib put together, and they were now focused on painting the walls. Thank god for the blue painters tape. You pick up a paint roller and get to work.

After a few minutes of working in silence, Topper gets down from the ladder to properly greet you by pulling you into a side hug. "Hey, hows mommy doing?" he asks a little too casually and you and Kelce try to hold in your laughter, but Rafe just stands awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh my god Top, never say that again" you laugh, accidentally throwing baby pink paint on his polo shirt. Topper fake gasps and Rafe smiles a bit while you apologize to Topper. But Topper retaliates by flinging paint from his paint brush onto your already paint stained overalls and you squeal. You and Topper go back and forth, having a paint fight, the room filled with each other's laughter.

Amongst your play fighting, one of you must have hit Kelce in the face with the paint because he joined in with paint smeared on his arm and on his cheek. You look around for Rafe and you see him in the corner with his arms crossed, a slight smile forming on his face. "Rafe come here!" you almost sing out to him, chasing him, but he let you get him leaving a pink handprint on his back.

"You are going to pay for that y/n" he says wiping pink paint on your nose. You don't let him get revenge though. You wrap your arms, wet with paint, around his neck and kiss him before he has the chance.

The kiss lasts forever. You can hear Kelce and Top cheer you two on in the background, but the cheering dies down real quick once everyone except Rafe notices the puddle of water at your feet. You pull away really quick and dig your head into his shoulder and he grabs the back of your head, "shit" he mumbles under his breath "Top get the jeep, you're driving, and Kelce get a couple towels and the backpack and go with him"

Topper mutters a complaint, saying something about how it's always his car but goes out anyways, Kelce following. "You okay, bear?" rafe asks knowing the answer was probably no.

"for now I'm okay, just a little startled." you respond flatly. You take deep breaths, preparing for contractions as you walk down the hall and down the stairs. Rafe helps you up in the Jeep before he gets in as well. Apparently Topper going 60 in a 45 wasn't fast enough for Rafe because he asked him to "hurry the fuck up, man." Rafe held your hand the entire ride and into the hospital. You ended up waiting an hour in the hospital waiting room, but it went by in a blur. You completely disassociated the entire tim. The wait would've been longer if Rafe hadn't insisted on seeing a doctor immediately, even though the contractions haven't started yet.

A nurse comes and puts you in a wheel chair even though you're plenty capable of walking yourself. Rafe continues to hold your hand as you wait in a hospital bed, a cramping feeling building in your gut. When you have your first really bad contraction, you let out a blood curdling scream and squeezed Rafe's hand, almost cutting off his blood circulation. He almost immediately presses the call nurse button on the remote placed on the hospital bed. He hates seeing you in so much pain. The nurse comes almost immediately and takes you to the delivery room.

The next hour or so was the most physically painful thing you've ever experienced. You were overwhelmed by the bright lights, rafes encouragements, and the nurses telling you to push. You felt like you were being torn open from the inside out. After 20 or so pushes, you were over it. "Rafe I can't fucking do this" you whine to him

"Hell yeah you can, and you will, because im not leaving this room without you and the baby girl" Rafes words were the only words you needed to hear, because within three or so bug pushes, your baby girl was out and you were almost out too. The nurse gave the baby to Rafe who then came over to you. "She looks just like you." Rafe comments.

"Let's go with Lorelei"you say to rafe an his face lights up. That was the first name Rafe suggested to you, and although you didn't like it at the time, now that you see your beautiful baby in person, the name just seems to fit. Rafe kisses you on the forehead as Lorelei is carried away for a bath and wellness check by one of the nurses.

You spent a little over a day in the hospital, but when the three of you come home, you're greeted with a very small belated baby shower, courtesy of Rose. Rose and Ward were the first people to greet your new addition to the Cameron family, although she shared your last name and not the Cameron name. Topper and Kelce were the next people to be introduced to little Lorelei. After Rafe did quite a bit of convincing, you finally let Topper hold her. Rafe referred to his two friends as "Uncle Topper and Uncle Kelce," which made you laugh a little while the two just stared at him like they couldn't believe he said that. Wheez was super excited to meet her niece, and so was Sarah, but she didn't show it as much.

Ward pulled Rafe aside for a minute, while one of your girl best friends was catching up with you. You noticed the two men glancing in your direction, so holding Lorelai, you walked over to Top and Kelce. "You guys know what those two are talking about?" You ask, pointing towards the Cameron guys direction.

They look at each other briefly and then back to you. "No, probably just business stuff.' Topper shrugs. You knew he was lying, but you pretended he was telling the truth. Rafe walks back over and pats you on your ass, causing you to jump. "How 'bout we go check on the Lorelai's room real quick," he says, already leading you towards the stairs.

"Now?" You ask. "We have quite a bit of company currently," you say, not wanting to be rude to your guests.

"They'll be here when we get back," Rafe replies as he walks up the stairs with you. You reach your baby's room and notice it's not at all like you left it. You spin around slowly, taking in everything that Cameron's did to the room. They kept the splattered paint on the wall, which would make a good story to tell your little lorelai one day. There were so many stuffed animals: more than you've ever seen in one place. There were bookshelves lining part of the wall with an abundance of books and toys for your baby girl to play with one day. Your favorite part, though, was the photo wall of pictures of you and Rafe, from pregnancy photos to pictures from the first day of kindergarten. You find tears pooling in your eyes, and you turn around to give Rafe a hug, but he's not there.

"Y/n" You hear his voice come from behind you, and you twirl around to find him on one knee, and your hands immediately come up to your face. "Will you marry me?"

Taglist: @mutual-mendes @dilvcv @i-love-rafe

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron imagine

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befuddled-calico-whump · 6 months

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T$$ Dystopia AU: Part Two

previous ///// T$$ Masterlist

cw: aftermath of whipping/beating, referenced public torture, institutionalized violence, adult language

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Joy didn't often bother with the floggings or the stocks or the other punishments inflicted by the police state. As shitty as it was, they happened too frequently for her to expend the resources to help every victim. Better to focus her efforts elsewhere and try to stop it altogether.

This was different though.

One of her scouts reported a whipping, and whatever, it was practically a daily occurrence at this point, but then they'd added that the kid on the post had already looked beaten half to death before the first crack even came down. That was just a little too cruel for her to ignore. She figured she'd at least check up on him, make sure he knew where the unsanctioned medic huts were and that he had the means to reach one. The rest of her guys were busy with other taskings, so Joy decided she'd pay him a visit herself.

Only when she arrived at the square, what must've been an hour at least since the flogging had ended, the poor guy was still on the post.

Security was posted around the perimeter, watching their prisoner with a body language like they'd shoot down anyone who tried to help.

If they were going to all these lengths… who was this guy? Just a victim they'd decided to be especially cruel to? Or was he something more?

Knowing the police corp as well as Joy did, she knew either option was equally as viable. Either way, she was gonna rescue the kid, and either way, she'd need some backup.

And fast. Fuck knew how long the poor guy would be able to hold out for.

It took less than a sentence of explanation to get Jericho on board, along with enough guys to distract the cops and give them an opening for the rescue.

It took longer than she would've liked to get everyone in place, but they wouldn't be any help to the beaten kid if they got arrested en route to him. It was another hour before the group was at the square’s edge, poised to act.

The rear guard gave the signal, and Joy darted forward, Jericho and a pair bolt cutters at her side.

Up close, the sight of the kid’s back was far more gruesome; layered blacks and reds gouging every inch of it. Torn to shreds. How many had they fucking given him? What had he even done to deserve this in the force's eyes?

The whipping alone should've been enough to kill him, let alone the dark bruises covering his ribcage, let alone being left like this for hours. But this kid was a fighter. Though shallow and wheezing, he was still breathing.

“I got him, Jer. Cut him down.”

Her friend cut through the chains linking the guy’s handcuffs together, and he collapsed onto Joy. She winced when she saw his face, half of it basically one big bruise. It would be hell on his wounds to carry him out of here, but they needed to get back underground fast, or there would be no saving him.

Jericho slid the cutters into his belt, reaching to take the unconscious man from her, but as the bigger man started to lift him, his hand closed around Joy’s arm.

“Stars…” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “Th-they lead to you.”

Fuck, he was delirious too. Not that she was surprised by that. Joy nodded, not knowing how else to respond.

“Yeah. Yeah, they do.”

Behind her came the shout of her men, and she knew they needed to get moving now. Joy gently removed his fingers, allowing Jericho to sling the leaner man over his shoulder. She kept a few paces behind her friend to watch his back, her pistol drawn in case any of the cops saw them and moved to close in from the rear.

Somehow, the whole group made it back to the clear zone without pursuit. Joy sent a few guys on to fetch a medic, and accompanied Jericho to one of the safe havens. The havens were usually occupied by those who'd been wrongly accused of criminal intent, and needed somewhere to hide for a while, as well as people who had nowhere else to go. As far as she knew, their rescue checked both of those boxes, but she wouldn't know for sure until he regained consciousness.

…if he regained consciousness.

Jericho carried him to one of the empty rooms downstairs, carefully depositing him stomach-down on a bed.

“Thanks, Jer,” she said, cutting away the tattered remains of his shirt and gently removing them.

“Happy to help.” He sighed. “Never thought they would take things this far. Not in public. I mean, an execution is one thing, but this…”

“I know.”

“Do you think they would've let him down at all?”

Joy shook her head, letting her gaze fall to the unconscious man on the bed. “Cops've been doubling down lately. Wouldn't be surprised if they just wanted to make an example of him.” Her medical knowledge was limited, but she figured she should try her hand at cleaning him up. Who knew how long the medic would be?

“There's a silver lining then. They know the resistance is a threat,” Jericho said.

“How is that a silver lining? It'll only make them strike harder, do shit like this.”

“It means we stand a chance against them, and they know it," Jericho said. "Why else would they be lashing out?”

Joy pressed her lips together. “You're right.” She tore herself away from the bedside, checking one of the room’s cabinets for supplies, and coming away with a small stack of gauze and a bottle of water. “But fuck, man, we need to get the upper hand before there's a death on the whipping post.”

“We will,” Jericho said. “We have to.”

Joy sure fucking hoped so.

She wet one of the thicker gauze pads and started dabbing at the wounds on the man's back, trying not to let it get to her when the muscles there spasmed in pain and the guy let out a weak whimper.

“Easy does it.”

She hadn't covered much ground before the real medic arrived, patching up his ragged torso and giving him a morphine injection. Their stock of drugs and antibiotics was getting scarily low, but if anyone needed it, this kid did.

They'd have to set up another raid on the upper-ring hospital soon. Dangerous for sure, but necessary to keep people alive.

“Will he live?” she asked as the medic started to leave. They answered with an apologetic shrug.

“He's made it this far. Keep a close eye on him, but… I wouldn't set my hopes too high.”

Joy nodded, clenching her jaw. “Thank you.”

As the medic left, she turned back to the bed. The man there looked marginally better, his thin form wrapped in heavy bandages that masked the worst of his injuries. He'd live. He had to. The cops couldn't win this one.

“I'll take the first watch,” she said.

“Are you sure?” Jericho asked. “How long have you been awake?”

“Few more hours won't kill me. I'll send for someone else soon, I promise.” She dragged a chair to the foot of the bed, and planted herself there, fidgeting with a paperclip she’d found in her pocket, bending it into different shapes until piece by piece it broke into nothing.

Sometime around midnight, the kid began to stir; little shifts and twitches and groans. Joy grabbed another water bottle. They didn't have the supplies for an IV line right now. As much as she hated to drag him out of his rest, if he was gonna live, he'd have to take liquids by mouth.

“Hey,” she said, giving him a light shake on his shoulder. “Can you hear me?”

“Ffff-fuck off,” came the shaky reply, and Joy nearly cracked a smile.

“You need to try and drink something,” she said, unscrewing the cap and sliding a plastic straw inside. “Can you turn your face towards me?”

After a moment he did, bruised eye and cheek pointing in her direction. She set the straw against his lips, careful to avoid the spots that were cut up, and waited.

It seemed to take a lot of effort, but he managed to swallow down some of the liquid.

“Cool,” she murmured, then hastily added, “good, I meant, that's good.” One step forward.

“You can drink more if you want,” she said. “If not, I'll let you sleep.”

He spat out the straw. It was enough of an answer for Joy.

“Got a name?”

“Hu-Hunter,” he muttered.

Behind the bruises and blood and swollen lips, she swore she saw him grin.

“Joy,” she replied. “Welcome to the resistance.”

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@theonewithallthefixations

#joy: everyone is a kid until proven otherwise #whump writing #aftermath of whump #recovery #caretaking #t$$ dystopian au #dystopian whump

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pixelpulp · 5 months

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10 years ago to the day, I put in my notice at the Bose store I worked at, because for some reason I was allowed to start an art career when I had almost nothing to offer.

At the time, I was 3.5 years out of college and depressed to the point of googling “most painless way to unalive yourself”. I don't know what the search results looks like these days, but the ones I got weren't within my means, so I applied for a job posting on CraigsList and said I'd circle back to Plan A when I got rejected. I didn't have any work experience, so I made my resume the big stupid thing up top there.

I don't know how much of the document constitutes as "lying". Technically I didn't lie! I was featured in the publications I listed! They were not real jobs. I don't recommend doing this unless you're a really good bullshitter and you have literally no other options in life, and even then I'd tell you that I'm an awful role model and you shouldn't do what I did.

For some reason, I was hired! Bonus: my first assignment was drawing rocket ships for Johnson & Johnson. I don't know why they'd give that to an obvious liar! But I didn't realize it was a contract/freelance hire, which, if you don't know, is a complete lifestyle change from a normal job. I decided to jump right into the world of running one's own business because Plan A seemed less attractive now.

Over the years, I've had opportunities to work with major international brands, explore a bunch of different industries I never thought to work with, collaborate with folks I looked up to for years, worked on books and games and animation and music and ads and a bunch of other stuff. I'm very fortunate to have what others have told me is a "career" but what feels like a series of silly things that have happened to or around me. Lots of people took a chance on me when they probably should've hired someone with a better head on their shoulders.

I don't use the Drawbarian resume anymore (I have work experience now!), and I don't think it represents me even a little bit, but I think self aggrandizing humor is way funnier than self depreciating humor, and that original drawing was so fucking bad that I wanted to see and enjoy my growth in something more tangible.

Plus I dunno muscle dudes are fun to draw.

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hamofjustice · 27 days

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Julinemo Week, Day 4: Rest

Nemona lay awake in the dark, hair and limbs spread out like a snow angel, despite how dead tired she said she was when she went to bed. Her first night in Kitakami didn't go the way she expected at all, to say the least. Everybody had tried to shake off the weird vibes of that whole ordeal, but they could only play games in the community center to take their minds off of it for so long before Kieran and Carmine went home and left Nemona, Juliana, Arven, and Penny to sleep in their provided rooms.

Nemona jumped a little when she heard a quiet knocking on her door-- the kind that she'd probably only be expected to hear if she was already awake. She gingerly lifted herself back out of bed and made her way over, speeding up a bit when the knock repeated itself. She opened the door in such a way that she could slam it shut again if it was another super-creepy Pokemon…

… But it was just Juliana.

"H-hey… you having trouble sleeping too?" she whispered.

Nemona's apprehension melted away with a sigh and she stepped out from behind the door. "Yeah. You okay?"

"Not… really. Nightmare. I really didn't, um-- Can I stay in here for a bit?"

"Of course, Jules. Really didn't what?"

Juliana slowly stepped into the room properly, shaking a bit.

"You cold? C'mere." Nemona added before Juliana could answer, holding her arms open for a hug. She staggered a bit when Juliana very eagerly accepted it. "H-hey, easy, I'm still pretty sore…"

"Sorry. I just…" Juliana began, but needed a moment to slow down her breathing. "I just… I thought I lost you. I had to turn my back on you tonight, when we heard Arven and Penny were in trouble, and you kept running off… and… I really didn't think… I'd ever see you again… I thought you'd be gone forever, and… it'd be my fault…" she said, muffled by Nemona's pajamas.

"Oh, Julie, you poor thing… I'm kinda lucky for not having any idea what was goin' on tonight, huh?"

"Haha… maybe. Feels like tonight could've been a lot worse if that little pink weirdo wanted it to be. I just… I felt so powerless."

"Hey, that's the last thing I'd call you. You saved the day, didn'tcha? From what I hear, me and the others put up more of a fight than it did."

"Yeah, but I mean… it could've really hurt all of you. I mean, it fed you guys p-poison… poison we're hoping doesn't… do anything else…"

"Hey, you've got the little fella in your storage now, it's probably fine…"

"And… having to choose who to help… not knowing if I chose wrong… I'm sorry…"

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

Juliana squeezed her tighter. "I should've picked you… I… left you… I don't deserve you… I'm--"

"You left me to help out other people we care about, Jules. C'mon. What if you'd gone chasing after me and I was fine, while they were getting hurt?"

"N-not helping…"

"Really, though! It… doesn't sound like you really had any good options, chica."

"Me and Kieran could've split up…"

"Pffft! When has that ever been the right answer in a horror movie, Jules? C'mon now."

Juliana smiled up at her and sniffled. "Yeah, okay, I guess…"

"I'm prouda you, and I know you have my back. Everything's good now! Give yourself a break for once."

"… Oh, I'm supposed to take that advice from Nemona of all people, huh?"

Nemona snorted. "Oh, callate! We both need to hear it sometimes. But yeah… I'm not chalkin' this up as you lettin' me down."

"Okay, okay…" Juliana relented, before burying her face back into the taller girl's shoulder. "Oh, Mona, I'm so glad you're okay…"

Nemona patted her back. "I'm sorry I put you through all that just 'cause I saw a free sample, heh! I coulda been helpin' you instead of the bad guy…"

A muffled sniffle. "Hehehe… yeah, better watch out for those from now on."

"And another thing, Julie…" Nemona began, as she brushed back Juliana's hair a bit. "If I DID think you did the wrong thing, we'd talk about it. It'd be okay."

"… Does that mean you do?"

"No, or I'd say that. You know I don't do that kinda double speak. On purpose."

Juliana hesitated a bit, then nodded. "Alright…"

"… Uh… you wanna sit down? My legs are killin' me." Nemona admitted sheepishly.

"Oh, sorry, yeah, sure."

Juliana released the hug, but Nemona was quick to put an arm back around her when they sat on the bed.

Nemona rolled her neck a bit. "I can't sleep either. Having missing time in my night, where I apparently did stuff I had no control over, is really… oogh… creepy…" Nemona said with a shiver.

"Yeah, I bet…"

"Like, I've suddenly got rare, super-strong Pokemon on my team now that I don't remember catching, and I used up a ton of supplies I'd been saving up…. and judging by how worn out I am, I was either dancing really hard, or ran a lap around Kitakami… I really got pushed beyond my limits, here…"

"Maybe a little of both. You were just THAT excited about going out and catching new Pokemon, I guess?"

"Guess so! Wish I'd just rode my Cyclizar instead for more of that, heh… ouch."

"Kieran said he heard rumors that, uh… the curse makes people mindlessly act on their most basic desires, or something…"

"Really? I… Oof, I don't wanna think I'd just ditch you guys the second I was let loose. I don't like what that says about me at all…"

"Hmm… yeah, yeah you're right, maybe not. Maybe Pecharunt just wanted you to be as strong of a bodyguard as you could be, and thought Kommo-o was cool?"

"Heh! A Pokemon that trains Trainers. Maybe? I'll have to get to know my new Pokemon properly tomorrow, I guess. Can't wait to have a rematch with you that I actually remember properly!"

"Yeah… and we can go on some nice new adventures together, too. I get to be the one showing you around, for a change! Even if Carmine'll probably wanna be the tour guide…"

Nemona's eyes sparkled even in the dim light. "That… sounds really nice, now that you mention it! Plus all those new Pokemon I've never caught! We'd better get to sleep so we're all energized for that, heh!" she enthused, finally laying back down. "Hopefully I can walk tomorrow…"

"True. And hopefully we can sleep now… ah, as if sleeping away from home wasn't already hard enough, right?" Juliana responded, having turned to look back at her.

"Yeahhh… seriously. I think it'll be a little easier now, though."

"Definitely."

They gazed at each other for a moment before glancing away, but then… "… Hey, Jules?"

"Yeah?"

Nemona patted the bed she was borrowing. "Do you wanna stay here tonight?"

Juliana's eyes widened, but she nodded vigorously and bounced right in next to her rival-for-life without much hesitation.

"At this point we may as well hug it out for the rest of the night, right?" Nemona joked, wrapping her up close again.

"Yeah. I knew we should've gotten three rooms, but it felt weird to share after Penny and Arven were so insistent that they wouldn't."

"Heh heh, yep! Well, it's fine, it barely cost anything 'cause everybody knows you. Especially now..."

"True. Hehehe… I probably won't have any more nightmares with you helping me fight 'em."

"Heh! And… I'll feel like I never left home if I'm in my hero's arms."

Juliana's brows shot up as she grinned with apple-red cheeks. "Wow. I-- That might be the sappiest thing you've ambushed me with yet."

"… And we weren't even in public this time!"

As the girls giggled quietly, their embrace grew warmer and closer than ever despite the night they'd had, like a campfire in uncharted territory.

"G'night, Jules."

"G'night, Mona. … Love you."

"… Love you too."

#julinemoweek #pokemon scarlet and violet #julinemo #juliana pokemon #nemona pokemon #nemona #pokemon sv #hamfiction #nemonaposting #julinemoweek2024 #if you saw a grammar error no you didn't

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lilyrealm · 1 year

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my ass FINALLY wrote a new fic after ages and ages and its a one shot for degrees of lewdity 🤪🤪 you can find it here or under the cut

its about mickey because i got the dialogue where they say "I missed you" and it really Got My Goat

At first, your visits were just business. You needed help putting your name out in the business world. You needed Mickey to scrub nude images of you off the internet. You needed people to know not to mess with you lest they get put in the hospital. Always needing tough favours that Mickey tried not to pressure you into going through with. They were all dangerous things to do, after all.

But you came back with a spring in your step. You said Wren was a delight, and even played cards with him. Mickey thought you were crazy, but then, you'd been in the asylum, and come out fine. When Mickey offered you a question, you shook your head and let them close the door. You helped Landry find his black box lost deep in the moor and emerged with wings and plumage.

One time, they'd made the mistake of saying "I missed you" when you came calling. You'd stared at them, eyebrows raised, mouth open slightly. "Forget I said that," they said immediately. From outside, they thought they heard Landry chuckle.

You started to come more often. Mickey had gotten cameras set up in the pub for their own safety, but sometimes they'd catch themselves watching you banter with Landry, drinking and passing stolen goods under the counter.

You were stealing more and more. They'd heard the museum was slowly filling up with artifacts you'd found. You were asking Landry for help clearing your name more and more often. Mickey's gaze would slide over their computer, wondering if they ought to help you out. Their hands froze above their keyboard, a sinking feeling within them.

Mickey didn't get close to anyone for a reason. Bailey's punishments had taken away what little friends they'd had. Life was easier when you stopped caring so much about other people, and focused on surviving. Landry understood that, which was why Mickey liked working with him. He and Mickey had a mutually beneficial relationship, and he never tried to get more out of them like everyone else had, whether it be sexual favours, cyber favours, or just... trying to get close when Mickey didn't care about that.

They flexed their fingers and changed screens. If you needed help getting the police off your back, Landry was your guy. Mickey was here to help with your online presence. Which was atrocious, by the way. The fact that you had this many videos of you up was frankly astonishing. Then again, they knew it wasn't by choice. No one had a choice in this godforsaken town. Either you gave up your dignity or your life, and you didn't seem like the type to go down without a fight. Unless it played in your favour, of course. You'd told Landry you needed something from prison, of all places, and when he couldn't do anything to help you, had gotten yourself arrested.

Even time in jail didn't phase you. Apparently, you'd gotten help from Wren. Still a crazy option, in Mickey's opinion, but Wren was nothing if not a man of his word. Too close to Remy for comfort, but agreeable.

When you came in asking for help lowering your exhibition fame, Mickey asked you to remove their name from Bailey's computer. One of her thugs had been by the bar the other day, and Mickey had stayed in their room, but it was still too close of a call. They asked you to not get caught. "Please don't get caught," they reiterated seriously. Bailey is dangerous was the unspoken warning.

You nodded. Almost flippantly. Mickey should've been irritated, but their eyes fell on the tattoo on your thigh that read "Remy's cow". It reminded them of how much more you'd been through; that Mickey was lucky their skills kept them safe in the orphanage while everyone else got sold off.

The next day, Mickey was watching the cameras outside the pub (why yes, they'd added more) as some of Bailey's thugs loitered in an alleyway. They kept looking at the pub, which made Mickey anxious. But then you walked into view and they accosted you. Mickey watched, powerless, as they pulled you into the alley, holding your arms back and stripping you of your clothes. It was nothing they hadn't seen before, prowling the web for content of you to take down, but they instantly knew why Bailey's thugs were here. Bailey must've figured out you'd tampered with her computer.

Mickey's first instinct was to run. Though they doubted you would sell them out (you'd managed to escape interrogation at the Elk Street compound before, to their shock), they didn't know how much Bailey had figured out. Better safe than sorry, right? But Mickey looked to the screen again and took a deep breath. You'd proven strong all this while. Would it be too much to hope for that you'd accomplished your mission and this was just... Bailey's thugs on a day off? Yeah, right.

Still, five people at once was no joke. Mickey felt... awful, watching this like a voyeur, but what else could they do?

You were red in the face as they handled you brutally. You kept one man's dick away with your feet while you licked another woman's pussy. Though they couldn't hear much, they could tell by the way you convulsed that you'd cum. You took a deep breath, pulling away from the woman's crotch. The thugs' grip on you had loosened as you pleasured them, and Mickey watched your hand slip behind your back.

All of a sudden, the thugs fell back, screaming. One man covered his eyes as he took a direct shot of your pepper spray. The others tried to grab your arms, but you flailed, kicking with your high heels. It got one of them in the balls even as the woman held your arms behind you.

"You've only made them angrier," Mickey whispered. Should they get Landry? Would he even be able to help? They didn't want to take their eyes off of you, though. What if you collapsed the moment they looked away?

You pulled your arms out of the woman's grasp and aimed a kick at another thug. Your mouth was open, shouting, and though tears streamed down your face, you smirked derisively at them.

Mickey had seen videos of you punching rapists before, but today you didn't bother, unloading all your sprays upon them. They stumbled, screaming and grabbing blindly, but you dodged and weaved through their hands with the grace of a dancer. The last thug made a lunge for you, but you leaped away, running towards the pub.

Five minutes later, Mickey heard the familiar knock on their door. They got up, glancing at their computer screen, which showed the five thugs gathering themselves, eyes reddened, some of them clutching their genitals, where you'd really made it hurt.

You were already dressed in a new outfit, which Mickey assumed you'd gotten from the brothel nearby that you occasionally worked at. Your expression was mostly clear, though there was a certain anxiety around you that you couldn't hide.

Before Mickey could ask, you nodded and said you'd cleared their name from Bailey's computer. "There were all the other orphans' names as well. Full spreadsheet of everyone Bailey had ever sold, released or lost." It suddenly made sense why Bailey had sent so many thugs after you. One look in your eye and Mickey knew what you must've done. A million thoughts ran through their mind. It was reckless. It was stupid. It put a target on your back.

But in exchange, dozens of orphans were now free.

There was a slight pause, and you turned to leave. But Mickey intercepted you, awkwardly wrapping an arm around you while they mumbled, "You just saved a lot of people like me. Thank you." They quickly retreated into their room, but not before missing the soft expression on your face.

After that, Mickey found themselves looking forward to your visits more and more. When you came just to chat with Landry, Mickey watched, entranced. On days you came in looking haggard, their hands itched to hack all the cameras in town and find out what was plaguing you. Well, other than the usual terrors of living here. It'd gotten to the point that one day, you'd come in, knowing Mickey was done with their previous assignment, and left without seeing them, making them grouchy for the rest of the day. Landry brought food to them, and their reply was just snippy enough that he lingered, one foot in the door, an amused smile on his face.

"What?" Mickey asked, glaring.

"I reckon you've got a crush."

Mickey froze, food in hand, and turned slowly. Their murderous expression confirmed everything to Landry, who only whistled quietly.

"Get out."

He raised his hands in defeat, but he still wore that smug grin as Mickey slammed the door shut, clicking the locks into place.

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