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eyelessfog · 1 year
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Consider, if you would: The sleepies
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peacockrulz · 9 months
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Merry Christmas!
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Its July
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sophieswundergarten · 7 months
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I can't stop thinking about that Wing AU and Sticky plucking his feathers...
(Weird, angsty ramblings that might require some knowledge of bird anatomy to fully understand to follow)
(Basically, when birds grow feathers they start as "blood feathers" which are basically just little sacks of blood and growing cells. After this, they are "pin feathers", and the blood is all inside where it belongs, leaving the feather all rolled up and covered in this papery stuff that rubs off and leaves a fully grown feather. Also, Primaries are the big "pointer finger" feathers at the tip of the wings, Secondaries are the medium sized ones from the "wrist" joint to the "elbow", where they get smaller and are referred to as Tertiaries. That should be it :>)
Because, in real life, it's quite common in pet psittacines (Parrots: so, macaws, cockatoos, budgies, lovebirds, etc.) especially when they are stressed. And it can get out of control really fast and take a long time to train the bird out of even though it's very obviously hurting it.
And I just keep thinking about how young he was when he started being on TV. And for a while the fluffy little baby feathers were cute but an entertainment industry seeking engagement instead of connection demanded he grow up too fast.
And so the make-up/wardrobe department for any competition he was on started pulling some of the downy feathers. There weren't that many left at this point regardless, but they assured him it would make him seem more mature and appeal to a wider audience. And it would be fine, it wouldn't really hurt him, especially since he was growing in big feathers anyway.
So it went. With Sticky being so self-conscious and anxious anyway, he probably kept his wings tucked in tight behind him no matter what people thought about them.
He had never put that much consideration into how he looked, but now he can't stop thinking about it. He doesn't know why it's so important, but apparently it matters to people. He doesn't want it to matter. He doesn't want to be seen or recognised. He just wants to be left alone.
He starts fidgeting with the pin feathers that will one day unfurl into adult primaries, and even though he knows it's counter-intuitive because removing the casings will only free the feathers sooner, he can't help it. A few times he goes too far and starts picking at blood feathers, and even though the red coats his finger tips more often than he'd like, he still can't stop his hands from scratching and pulling and yanking as he grows more and more agitated.
And then he ran away
He ran and he couldn't keep his hands off his wings for more than a few minutes. Tugging and raking his fingers through the feathers in a futile attempt to calm down. The first couple of times, it's an accident.
The first couple of times he's so caught up in soundless panic and all he can hear is his own breathing, it's only later that he notices a small cluster of secondaries, close to his body and almost never seen with how rigidly he holds himself, are missing. Small pieces of the night sky littering the alleyway ground where he'd been hiding.
His wings are so dark in colour, not to mention unkempt after a few weeks hiding and running and flitting from place to place trying to find safety, that the other kids don't even notice anything wrong.
It isn't until a few days later, when they're all in the backyard attempting to practice their Morse Code, and Kate does something that startles him that they really see what kind of a state his wings are in.
Most birds, when scared or on edge, will carefully spread their wings. Maybe not a lot, but they are preparing to fly away or make themselves look bigger in hopes to scare off the threat. (I imagine Milligan having great big owl wings that he puffs up to try and guard the children when the Recruiters come after them in the maze)
But Sticky just draws them in closer to his body. When he is scared, which Constance would note is often, he holds his wings so tightly to his back that they seem half their size. This would be considered odd and in some ways handicapping himself or keeping him from being able to react properly.
But this time, as Kate wobbles unstably out of her cartwheel and lets out a shriek of laughter, landing on the ground right next to him, Sticky jumps. He starts off the bench he had been sitting on, hunching his shoulders and reflexively spreading his wings.
And instead of the fully extended mix of fully grown flight feathers and occasionally wayward piece of down the other kids have, Sticky's wings are a mess. They have a skeletal quality, with just enough plumage that when they are folded in it's hardly noticeable, but when they are extended it's clear there are significant gaps. The remaining feathers have the dull, stunted quality of someone who has been under an incredible amount of stress without nearly enough nutrients to fuel them, and indeed Sticky looks rather like a feral cat in that moment: Spooked and curling in on himself as if expecting a fight.
He quickly realises his overreaction, and then processes that the girls are staring at his wings (Reynie's eye did dart up, but quickly returned to looking at Sticky's face), so he jerks them back into a resting position. Though there's nothing particularly restful about how stiff his posture is, back ramrod straight and muscles so tight he's beginning to shake.
However, this is something that the others know he doesn't want to share yet. And he doesn't need to. Not until he's ready.
So, Kate grabs the flashlight from where it had fallen to the ground, a sheepish grin on her face as she apologises for scaring him.
Reynie suggests they all go inside, take a break and get something to eat before they begin again.
Constance glares at Sticky suspiciously, but right as she opens her mouth she seems to think better of her questions and simply shrugs.
And Sticky is grateful for his friends, grateful that he has these people who love him enough to trust him with his secrets, even though they don't know each other very well yet. So he follows them inside, and if Kate dumps a little bit more food on his plate, and Constance doesn't try to swipe his juice glass this time, and if that night (for the first time) Reynie shyly asks if the two of them could take turns preening each others' wings, when it's just the two of them alone in the room, Sticky thinks he might be able to trust them too.
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godheadjones · 2 years
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I Know I Wanna Be With You
"Tabitha, hi." He's breathless. She's gorgeous. Those two can't go well together. 
Jughead takes hold of her face and kisses her, hard, in the middle of her diner. He doesn't care who sees them, or if people are staring. All he cares about right now is keeping Tabitha close to him.
read on ao3
fandom: riverdale
ship: jabitha (jughead x tabitha)
chapters: 1/1
word count: 1180
taglist: @jabithajates @sapphicserpentqueen @jabitha-endgame @imreallytryinghelp
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qvincvnx · 2 years
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was thinking about this earlier when i briefly saw meems for lunch but i really don't know how you could do a ~modern take on DRACULA SPECIFICALLY without buying into extremely obvious antisemitism and/or icke lizard person illuminati shit... i love vampires deeply and sexily but this one particular book. man. not sure there's anything salvageable there to rewrite. what's attractive about this book (to me!) is the prose and its place in literary history, not... the specifics of its plot
one of the thigns i thought was most interesting in that article i linked (circumcising dracula) was the idea that vampire lore is inherently intertextual... that modern stories rely on pop-cultural knowledge and awareness of existing tropes (and specifically that they almost always explicitly reference existing works, like name dropping authors) which has been really interesting to note as i listen to mckinley sunshine and which like in retrospect is absolutely a staple of the genre, yk? in every piece of vampire media i can think of off the top of my head as an amateur non specialist vamp enjoyer there's some sort of trope rundown, what Works in this particular world, are they sexy draculas or sparkly or ugly (which. what are the traits that makes someone ugly. hm!) those ferati or what... i just think it's neat. everyone wants to revisit other works... i don't think ive seen quite the same thing in like. other fantastical subgenre of networks of intertwined not just tropes but specific Texts... and they all do bow down to The Original Modern Vampire so it's been really interesting to see HOW different mr. dracul adaily is from the pop-cultural shadow he leaves
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mayonakano-archive · 2 years
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i still can't believe i'm turning 18 next month...
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valleynix · 1 year
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I'm pretty sure I follow you on TikTok and I remember when you used to clown people all the time. Miss that era fr
i dont BAHA, like it was funny but it was genuinely such a waste of time/energy on people so miserable that's all they do in their free time. like, i have actual Adult Things to do with my life, i dont care that some stranger on the internet is trying to start beef with me over a queer headcanon LMAO
i prefer just making silly edits of these silly homosexuals and going about my day <3
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weepylucifer · 2 years
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Hmm. Looking back on it all, I really do think the whole building an entire ass identity around a skill I might not be very good at, and probably never will be much good at, was something akin to a Mistake
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poptartmochi · 2 years
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making tests is no longer fun 😭
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pizzapizzadickz · 2 years
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#diary#personal#drugs tw#disordered eating#suicidal ideation#self harm#hahahaha. ive been reading a fun novel today and its making me think im a little more than just warped lmao#well. not just this really. sometimes i just sorta... have my vision messed with by the things i consume. i feel completely different#and not in a good way. tho its not bad either. im just more cold. more callous. less feeling. i dont mind much tbh#its not like im that good of a person to begin with. hahaha. either way im officially (unfortunately) 100% sober now! whoo!!!#ha. god i wanted to pop another so badly today. i was just enjoying reading too much to really bother tbh.#idk. i wouldve liked to but i have to work tomorrow... and i dont want to develop a habit of working while intoxicated. haaah. too bad.#i feel like im sorta standing on the precipice rn... like. if i go too far ill become addicted or destroy myself or something terrible#hm. but in order for me to care more id have to find something worth being clean for....#really the only thing i care about rn is my bunny. well. not really. but. i think id like to stay mostly sober for him at least.#i should always spend a certain amount of time with him. and me being high isnt something i want to use to squander my time away from him#hes really important to me tbh. i dont know how ill manage when he dies one day. haha. ive actually restructured my life around him a bit.#...me getting him while i was depressed surprisingly is doing something for me now. im glad hes my friend.#he really is the most imortant thing in the world to me. id be willing to change a lot of my bad behaviours for him ig.#haaah. but anyways im not as depressed as yesterday. still kinda sorta tho lmao. just not as extreme thinking ig?#thats the only difference between the intoxicated and sober me. im somehow generally more rational while sober.#though not by much lmao. oh also funnily enough i had a funny thought today.#i was reading something. i dont rememeber what exactly. but it mentioned food. and i actually said it out loud that-#i shouldnt eat so much. hahaha. what is that? what fucked up shit is that that i said? hahaha.#god im fucked up beyond recognition. hah. not that i care one way or another. my body my choice am i right hah.#idk. i was thinking to myself that while i didnt want to hurt myself its not so bad if i do.#so long as i dont seriously hurt myself on accident i dont care. idk. like i still only truely work a few days a week. so it doesnt matter#i dont mind doing my other private work while injured. its just the public i fear.#hah. i wonder what my psychologist will think when i see one. hahaha. id be put in a hospital really if they saw all this.#but idk. a lot of my emotions stem from other things. like getting burned out and tired or triggered or whatever.
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zoros-sheath · 6 months
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Death of a Bachelor
2023 MONSTER FUCKTOBER October 7th
❀ Ancient Dragon Shanks x F!Reader ❀
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❀ N.SFW ❀ 4.4K Words ❀ ❀ Monster Boyfriend AU ❀ ❀ 2023 MONSTER FUCKTOBER Masterlist
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❀ Author's Notes: Whoo! A full week done! Thank you to all who have read so far, and to all of the new followers! Welcome to the party everyone!
Man, I cannot write Shanks without thinking of his stupid dopey smile! It's so dumb! UGH! I love him your honor...
Kicking my feet at the deep want I now have for a painting I describe in this. I don't want to give it away in the notes, gotta read through, but I require it to LIVE!
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And who wouldn't want sugar daddy Shanks taking care of them? Like, fuck yeah.
As a reminder, there is no tagging for MONSTER FUCKTOBER because there are so many of these in a short time. For those of you that have signed up for my tag list wondering why you aren't being tagged, that is why. You will be tagged in stories starting in November.
Anyway, ENJOY!
PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING
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❀ Your heated romance with the big-shot CEO Shanks has caused him to shower you in gifts. You aren't against it, but when you ask why he dotes on you so much, he always answers the same way.
❀ CW: Shanks and his STUPID FUCKING SMILE UGH, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, the deep desire to be doted on.
❀ Listen to the Playlist: ❀ Spotify ❀ YouTube ❀
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When you came over for the weekend to your boyfriend’s place, you weren’t surprised to find him not home. Shanks was always busy with work during the day—it was why he gave you key, after all. Well, a symbolic key at least, it did not actually unlock his mansion where the staff never questioned your presence and always let you in on sight alone. Even with how much he doted on you, you felt you would never really get used to that.
He texted you that he would still be just another hour at the office, such was the life of a CEO of a massive company. While you normally had no issue waiting, especially since his weekend was cleared, you still felt rather playful, and only responded with a “K”. You followed it with a very nice thigh picture from under the dress you were wearing to show him the body jewelry he had given you. No one else could see it, and he would have known you were wearing it the moment he touched you, but it was just more fun this way.
Shanks was home within 20 minutes.
First was you scolding him for rushing home, you weren’t going anywhere, and his work was still important. Second was him just smiling at you with that big dopey grin he always had as he ignored your scolding, his hand wandering your body to find all of the pieces of body jewelry you were wearing under the fabric of your clothes. Third was you slapping his hand away. He only had one arm, an accident from an incident long ago, which he never explained further.
“I am talking to you,” you chided, pointing a finger at him, “You can’t solve all of our arguments with feeling me up!”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t try.” His smile never left as he picked you up with his one arm and placed you on the credenza in the foyer.
Your lover’s lips immediately latched on to your neck on the exact spot that always sent a shiver right to your core as you gasped and arched your back slightly. You still tried to push him away, though it would be more convincing if you did not also grip his lapels in the process. Shanks held you in place, sucking and nibbling up your neck to your ear. He was about to say something when his butler cleared his throat, alerting you both to his presence.
“Since you made it home on time, Master Shanks, I would like to inform you and the Madam that dinner is served.”
Oh, you would never get used to that. Every one of his house staff treated you with the utmost respect, and you had spoken with many of them one-on-one before. It was strange to be treated like the lady of the house when you and Shanks had only been together just over a year and were not married (he had brought it up a lot, and you told him he was crazy). “You are his greatest treasure” was the answer you were always given by the staff and that they were content to see Shanks so happy.
Sitting at the large table, it was set for the two of you, and the house staff. You always enjoyed it better that way; such a large formal dining space shouldn’t go to waste on just two people. Regardless of the others at the table being his employees, Shanks was always the gracious host, and even got up on occasion to refill the others’ wine glasses. It always made dinners more fun, everyone laughing and enjoying the lavish meal together at home instead only the two of you alone.
As soon as dinner was finished, Shanks whisked you away to his room, making quick work of your clothes to admire you in the body jewelry. Delicate gold chains with various precious stones strung throughout draped and dangled over the surface of your skin; his eyes sparkled with delight as he devoured you with his gaze. Shanks spent most of the night with his face buried between your thighs, watching your every movement as the jewelry moved with each twitch and gasp. He was a man possessed when it came to your body, and if he had his way, he would worship at the altar of your cunt daily.
You lay there in bed beside him after hours of pleasure, feeling almost as if your body had gone numb from the overstimulation. Shanks held you against his side, a proud smile on his face as he closed his eyes. He had removed the jewelry from your body, and you looked at it all gently placed on a dresser not far away. Thinking about it, and most of the gifts he gave you, Shanks always seemed to gift you lavish clothes and jewels, things he could show you off in, or things meant only for his eyes. It never felt all that strange to you, but now that you were dwelling on it, the list of gifts was a lot.
A lot a lot.
“Big Red?” Your usual nickname for him, and he responded with a soft hum, his eyes still closed as you drew circles against his broad chest, watching the deep red curly hairs move under your finger, “Why do you always shower me with such gifts?”
He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling a moment, then looking down to you, “Do you not like the gifts? Is there something else you’d rather have? Name it and it’s yours.”
You shook your head, sitting up to look at him, “No, I’m quite happy. I just… I never actually asked for any of the jewelry or things. I guess I’m just not used to this yet.”
Before Shanks, you had lived a modest life, working as a waitress in the evenings and running your own bookshop during the day, still trying to get it off the ground. Shanks had happened to come in to the restaurant you worked at with some people on a business dinner one night, and stayed until close to talk to you more. The next day he was in your bookstore just after opening, and stayed until near closing again. After that, he showed up when you opened in the morning with flowers and a very stuttered confession asking you to dinner. Since then, it had been lavish gifts and a far more comfortable life style that you were not so sure that you really deserved at all.
Reaching up, he gently brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. He sighed, giving you a soft smile, “I guess I’m just an old man who can’t help himself. You are my greatest treasure, and I want to give you everything.”
You smiled down to him, shaking your head, “Why do you and everyone always say that? It’s so weird.”
“Because I am a dragon, so I know treasure. You’re high quality.”
There was that self-assured goofy grin of his again. Loud laughter escaped you, as you gave him a small swat, “You always say that too! You’re so weird, Red!”
He beamed at you, sitting up and capturing your lips in a tender kiss, “Anything to hear you laugh like that, my Pearl.”
Shanks managed to coax one more round out of you and himself before you drifted to sleep in his loving embrace.
When you awoke the next morning, you found the large bed empty, but could hear Shanks talking to someone. He had a small office space not far from his bed, sitting there at his computer as his glasses slid down his nose. Some of his long, crimson red hair was pulled back with a scrunchie you had left behind some time ago. Shanks was discussing a billing oversight with an overseas account with someone over his cell; you assumed it was one of his accountants. For whatever reason, he had a loose tie around his neck, one you had gifted him for a holiday last year, but was otherwise completely naked at his desk.
You watched him for a while, he always wore a tie in work mode. It was still very sexy to see him in nothing else. Slowly, you sat up in bed on your knees, still wrapped in the heavy comforter. Even though you had been watching your lover for a bit, you could feel the sleep struggling to leave your body—he had worn you out the night before and all.
Deep amber eyes glanced at you over the rim of his reading glasses, and Shanks smiled. You could hear the muffled voice of someone else on the other end of his call, and you weren’t even sure that he was listening either with the way he bit his lip looking at you. He chuckled and gave you a ‘come here’ finger as his attention went back to his phone.
“Yeah, I’m still here. I’m not at the office, I’m working from home at the moment.”
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his shirt from the back of one of the chairs and put it on. Your lover’s eyes did not leave you as he licked his lips, watching you saunter over to him quietly because you at least respected that he was still on the phone. Shanks tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder, then wasted no time pulling you into his lap. His lips were against your neck in no time, gaining him some annoyed yelling from whoever was on the other end, and he responded to them with hums and short “yeahs”.
“Big Red…” you giggled, giving his tie a slight tug as you whispered to him, “Listen to the person on the phone. You’re being rude.”
“Beck, I gotta go. Something very important just came up.” You could hear Benn Beckman, his top business partner, on the other end yelling as your lover hung up and buried his face between your breasts.
You let out a sigh, running your fingers through his soft red hair, “It’s your dick that came up, isn’t it.”
He nodded, looking up to you with that boyish grin, “What gave it away?”
Shaking your head yet again, you kicked your feet slightly as he blew a raspberry against your clavicle, “Red!”
Shanks chuckled, kissing you up your neck, “I can’t help it. You’re so sexy! Besides, you were right, I was being rude…”
“Then why hang up on Benn? I could have gone and showered—“
“—No.” Your lover stated plainly, “I was being rude to you. I promised no work this long weekend, and here I was finishing up what I didn’t finish yesterday.”
“Hmm, it’s almost like you shouldn’t have rushed home when you still had things to do. Almost like someone told you that your work is also important.”
Again, you scolded him as you did the evening before, but this time was a little more playful as you tapped his nose and adjusted yourself to straddle his lap. Shanks’ hand ran up and down your back under his shirt you were wearing, his glasses still sitting at the tip of his nose as his tie hung looser around his neck from your playful tugs.
“Well, I know that, but you are far more important to me than anything else. You’re my—”
“—You’re greatest treasure, I know.” It was your turn to interrupt him, as he had said all of this so often in your time together. You sounded almost sarcastic as you played with his tie, “Because you are a dragon, so you know treasure.”
Shanks brows knitted together, “You really don’t believe me, huh?” he sounded disappointed.
“Believe what? I believe that you value me and love me…” You felt confused.
While you had suspected Shanks may have been a closeted furry, which you would never judge—you loved him anyway—you had always wondered why he would constantly say something so strange.
He shrugged, letting out a deep sigh, “Well, I guess if we are going to get married someday, I should really just show you.”
Your eyes went wide, about to protest the marriage as you had still not accepted any of his proposals. However, when horns began to slowly form out of his head and curl backwards, followed by a smattering of golden scales spreading from the back of his shoulders, over his neck and jaw and down his arms, you began to feel dizzy.
Dreaming, you had to be dreaming. This wasn’t real.
Wings slowly spread from his back, large and bat-like, and you felt the hand on your back feel as though sharper claws gently pressed against your skin. You heard a thump, looking down to a long and scaled tail now laying on the ground, matching the scales that were spreading slowly over his body.
“Does this scare you, my Pearl?” His teeth were much sharper, and you felt your head get lighter at the sight.
You didn’t remember much else as the world went black.
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There was something cold on your forehead. You were dressed and covered up in bed as Hongo, Shanks’ private physician, talked quietly with him. Shanks was back to normal, if what had happened was even reality, and also dressed. Hongo noticed you open your eyes and went to your side to check your vitals.
“How are you feeling, Y/N?”
“Um… ask me again later…” You attempted to sit up, but the physician would not let you, “What’s going on?”
Shanks fiddled with his fingers a bit, standing off and a little further way, as if he was afraid to approach you, “I, uh… you fainted. Hit your head on my desk in the process.”
“Just double checking for a concussion.” Hongo shone a light in your eyes, causing you to wince, “You’ve been out for about 20 minutes. Do you remember what happened that may have caused you to faint? How you felt?”
Once he was done with the light, he slowly helped you sit up, and you eyed Shanks only a little suspiciously, “… Well…”
Hongo looked back to Shanks, his eyes narrowing, then to you, “Was it a sex thing? You can be honest with me,” but when you shook your head, he let out an exasperated sound, “God damn it… did you show her without any warning?”
Shanks’ eyes tried to garner sympathy as he pouted, “I thought it would be fine.”
“For the love of—No! Shanks, we have talked about this!” Hongo angrily pointed his flashlight at Shanks, “You have to open up a line of discussion very gently before showing people your true form! Normal people are not ready for that shit!”
You blinked, pointing between the men, “Wait, whoa whoa whoa… So you mean to say I didn’t dream that or hallucinate it? Shanks is an actual dragon?”
Hongo nodded, looking to you while pointing to the redhead, “Let me guess, he seemed upset you didn’t just believe him right off the bat that every time he told you he was a dragon, that you were taking it as something silly and not just at face value?”
You answered with a nod, rubbing the slight lump on the back of your head, which must have been where your head hit his desk, “If I am honest, I kind of just assumed he was a closeted furry. No offense, Red. I still love you regardless, but that was not at all what I was imagining.”
Shanks looked as if he was ready to cry, “A… a furry?!”
“What’s wrong with furries?” Hongo growled, now making you wonder if he, in fact, was the furry in the room.
“Absolutely nothing,” the large redhead sighed, “Just not what I was expecting to hear, either.” Shanks rubbed the back of his head, “I… I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you pass out or anything. I just wanted to show you the truth.”
Welcoming him to your side, you held out your arms to him to snuggle you, “I forgive you. I’m sorry for not believing you.” Taking his head into your arms, you stroked his hair, giving him a gentle kiss on top of his head.
With Hongo still in the room, you asked Shanks to show you his true form again, but then there was some back and forth about what defined that, as his real form was apparently the size of a bus. After you both agreed it was the dropped glamor he had shown you before, and you fainted a second time upon seeing him, Hongo decided that for the next few days, Shanks was not allowed to fuck you until your head recovered. It was a fate worse than death to your lover, and it took a lot of your snuggles and affection to get him through it all. Instead, you spent the time discussing his life, asking questions such as how old he really was, were there still others like him, and did he have a Scrooge McDuckian style vault somewhere full of gold.
Shanks was not completely sure of his actual age, remembering the the Roman empire as one of his earliest memories with a few other dragons, particularly his brother, Buggy. You had met Buggy a few times, but according to Shanks, they were not the same kind of dragon. That was a little confusing, seeing as how you were still trying to grasp that your lover wasn’t human at all. Buggy was the only other dragon he grew up with he really still had contact with, along with another named Mihawk, but Shanks had no idea where Mihawk was and hadn’t responded to Shanks’ last few letters in a century. His arm he lost to to a dragon-hunting Templar in the middle ages, but Shanks got him back. The Templar took his arm, so he took his wife.
“What, did you, like, eat her?”
Surprised, Shanks looked to you, keeping only his horns, tail, and wings out for you to get used to slowly, “What? Ew, no. We don’t eat humans. She came to me willingly. We were married for like… forty years.”
“Oh…” You looked to your hands, the two of you sitting out together in the gardens under a gazebo together.
Learning of how old he was, it should have been no surprise to you he had been married before, or had other lovers for that matter. Even you had exes and baggage, but it still felt strange to hear it now. It had been a few days since you learned his truth, and Shanks would have to return to work tomorrow. You were already feeling lonely at the prospect, especially now with this sudden feeling of inadequacy, given how many lovers and spouses Shanks most likely had.
Shanks pulled you a little closer to him, “If you are wondering if I loved her, that answer is yes. I did. Just as I love you now. Love changes and grows, but that does not change my love for you at all. Besides, I never showed any of my lovers, wives, or husbands my treasure hoard.”
You hummed, but only when Shanks picked you up bridal style with his one arm did his words begin to sink in, “Wait, what? Where are we going then?”
“To prove to you a cartoon duck ain’t got shit on me.”
With a large flapping of his wings, your lover took off with you in his arm, a screech escaping you as he flew deep into the woods on his grounds. You thought you were going to pass out when he landed by a cave, placing you gently back on your feet as he smiled to you, “Well, here we are.”
“Wow, if I am honest, I was not expecting a cave.” You looked at it in wonder as Shanks moved a rock out of the way, revealing a screen pad. He placed his hand on it to be scanned, causing a row of lights to turn on in the cave and a door in the very back to open up.
“What can I say? I’m a traditionalist.”
Motioning you inside, you walked with him down a large staircase carved into the stone of the cave, leading into a large cavern done up like a museum. It was filled with riches: jewels, gold, paintings, statues; all things beyond your wildest imagination. You walked the space in awe, pointing at a few things as Shanks confirmed they were originals.
“Is that…?” You pointed at a portrait of Buggy, but for whatever reason, he was dressed like he had posed for the Mona Lisa. But whereas it could not be told whether or not she was smiling, it was quite certain that Buggy was scowling.
Shanks laughed, “Oh yeah, that. Lost a bet. I commissioned it from Leonardo himself. Other than Buggy’s expression, he liked the composition so much, he went on to paint the Mona Lisa. Because of that, Bug refuses to step foot in the Louvre.”
His laugh was infectious, and you held his hand as he brought you toward an area full of jewelry, watching as your eyes lit up at the sight of it all.
“Do you like them?”
“They’re all lovely, Red.”
“Then they’re all yours. In fact, everything here is now yours. Except for the Buggy Lisa, I am keeping that.”
You turned on him quickly, covering your mouth, “No! No, that’s far too much!”
Again, he picked you up and held you close, “None of it matters to me, really. It’s just stuff. All I need anymore is you. After all—” he put you back on your feet and knelt down in front of you, pulling out a simple ring from his pocket. It was a gold band with a pearl set with little diamonds around it, “—You are my greatest treasure. Please, finally say yes and marry me.”
Unable to hold back your tears, you threw your arms about his neck and kissed him with all the love and passion you held for the man. It was true as he said, you were his greatest treasure, but what he never realized was that he was your greatest treasure in return.
He broke the kiss gently, “I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, Shanks, I will marry you!” You laughed, sitting on his knee as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Taking in the sight of it, you couldn’t help but smile, “Of course it’s a pearl.”
“Well, it was my favorite pearl for a time,” he stated, standing up while still holding you, placing you to sit on the case of jewelry that was beside you both.
“Oh? Then that means you have a new favorite. Is that one around here?” You looked at all of the fine jewelry under the display cases.
Shanks nodded, “Oh yeah, it’s right—” His hand slipped under your skirt, going right for your panties and moving them out of the way as he found your clit, causing you to moan breathlessly as his fingers circled it gently, “—here.”
You really shouldn’t have been surprised that Shanks would decide to ignore the doctor’s orders. The fact that he had lasted three days was already a miracle in itself. He kissed your neck, giving it as much attention as he always did. Picking you up yet again, Shanks carried you over to a softer surface, a chaise lounge that looked straight out of a period movie set.
As he always started, Shanks was gentle, laying you down and placing himself between your legs as he moved your panties out of the way. You watched his eyes roll back as soon as his mouth made contact with your folds, sighing as you ran your fingers in his hair. His horns were in the way, but it wasn’t as if you could move them. Instead, you lightly gripped them like handlebars, which seemed to just spur him on further. Shanks quickly moved to a rougher pace, diving his tongue and fingers roughly into your cunt, never able to get enough of you.
The harder you gripped his horns, the more he worked you up. Shanks brought you to the peak and back three times before he finally came up for air, wiping his chin clean of his drool and your juices. You saw that more of his features had changed, showing more dragon than man. This time, it did not bother you at all, feeling as though you were truly seeing his face for the first time.
“Does this scare you, Y/N?”
You shook your head, pulling your shirt up over your head, “No.”
Helping him remove his clothes, you ran your fingers through his chest hair as it slowly replaced with scales, watching as more of his glamor fell. Scales, claws, fangs, horns, wings, tail. All monstrous and almost horrific looking. But you knew, no matter what, that you were safe, protected. Underneath it all, he was still Shanks, the one you loved and would spend the rest of your life with.
His hips still aligned perfectly with yours, the head of his cock parting you firmly yet gently, slowly sliding in until you were full past the point of bursting already. Shanks’ teeth grit together as he began thrusting, and you gazed at their sharpness. The light reflected off his golden scales, giving the illusion that they held a reddish, iridescent hue, causing them to glitter like fire. Reaching out for him, he leaned down over you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he spread you further for him, probing you deeper and harder.
“You’re so beautiful,” Shanks always watched you closely as he fucked you, loving nothing more than seeing the expressions on your face, “Cum for me, Y/N. Show me more of your exquisite beauty meant only for me.”
It did not take long before your body was trembling while you screamed his name, pussy clenching and creaming around his cock. A few more hard thrusts and he was right behind you, filling you with hot ropes of his seed. He pulled you into a heated kiss, and you tasted yourself on his tongue.
When he broke the kiss, you held his face in both of your hands, running your fingers over his scales. You were astonished at how warm they felt, but it seemed far less important at the moment.
“I love you, Shanks. Scales and all.”
He chuckled, brushing his nose against yours, “You say the weirdest things, my Pearl.” Then kissed your lips softly, “My Treasure.”
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Yes Buggy and his hot wife are Roger and Jessica Rabbit, but if I may submit this comparison to the council:
✨Buggy and his wife are The Grinch and Martha May Whovier✨
Oh It Is ON!
In the spirit of the Winter Holiday Spirits! We are doing a Christmas Spin on My Effect Series!
So get you a egg nog with 90% rum maybe some holiday 'cigarettes' sit back and enjoy this clusterfuck idea! 🍃 🚬
P.S IM REALLY HIGH WHILE WRITING THIS SO ITS PROBABLY ALL OVER THE PLACE! ENJOY!
The Grinch and Martha May Effect 🎄
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• This Crusty Bastard has had the heart of the most beautiful women in the world.
• And didn't even realize it-
• You had all met on Gol D Roger's ship- Buggy being a snot nosed apprentice with his gaggle of friends- While you being one of the few girls on the ship was a cup bearer for your father. Silvers Rayleigh.
• This made you incredibly off limits to all, Sheltered by a life of luxury your father provided as your only real 'job' was to fill his cup. Even Gol D Roger the famed Captian spoiled you in cute dresses and expensive bows.
• Turning you into the Doll of the Oro Jackson.
• A Princess Wrapped in Silver and Gold
• You still remembered the first day you ment him-
• Both of you 13 years old, fresh faced kids still needing the guidance of adults.
• You'd snuck off from your normal areas, wanting to explore the ship some more. That's till you saw a boy- His face covered in what seemed to be gunpowder as he filled homemade bombs with total care.
• His blue hair peaking out of the red hat and drawing you to step a big closer to get a better look.
• The Tull of your sparkling dress catching the corner of his eye as he spun around quickly holding a knife out.
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• Then, Ocean eyes met Your own and time seemed to slow. Ever so slightly- Your cheeks warming as you gave a soft smile.
• "Hello" Your little voice slipped out, Buggy stating at you with unsure interest. A crooked smile on his lips as he greeting you quickly- "H-Hi!"
• "Is something wrong with your nose? It looks kinda funny" Buggy glares hard at you, making you blink in question at his reaction.
• Buggy covering his face, his ocean eyes starting to cloud with tears like a storm eyed he stared at you. "Whats so funny about my nose!? Huh!"
• "Well don't get angry- I don't mind. I think its cute. Im sorry if i offended you" You smile so sweetly, feeling bad for making his sad as Buggy felt his face start to glow.
• "You think.. My nose is cute?" He questioned, making you nod honestly. He giggled into his hands, a high pitch squeaky laugh that made you smile and your heart flutter.
• "Whats your name?" He grins at you, Hearing you actually want to know about him. "Buggy! What about you pretty girl?" Your face flushing at his words.
• "I'm-"
• "(Y/N)!" You heard your name being called before you could speak, recognizing the voice of your father.
• "(Y/N)- That's such a pretty name.. Will I see you again?" Buggy asked, his eyes sparking at such a chance. Your delicate hand reaching forward and tucking a strand of his blue hair back into his hat. "I will try"
• And try you did. For a year the two of you would meet, talking on the deck of the ship for hours till you had to sneak away again. Buggy even using his Chop Chop abilities to help you get back to your room.
• It was tragic to say, but you'd never get a chance to see Buggy for many many years after your 14th birthday- Your Father sending you to an Island to keep you safe as you entered your teens.
• The disbanding of the Roger Pirates aiding in this as well-
• The death and heartache Seeming to follow you as you found yourself handing in the hands of Sir Crocodile.
• Crocodile having had an interest to whoo you for years- as he too had met you on Gol D Roger's ship, finding you the only person more then suitable to be at his side.
• You had never truly accepted his advances, Despite his power, status and more. He didn't have your heart, and you wouldn't give him any part of yourself in compensation.
• Decades it had been like this, still the girl wrapped in silver and gold. Hoarded like treasure for everyone to admire, however nothing more.
• But it seemed the tides were beginning to change- After Crocodile time in Impel Down- as well as the formation of the Cross Guild- You would meet your blue haired friend once again. Just in a unique Flashy way
• AKA by his head being punched off by Crocodile and accidently flung into your waiting chest.
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• "(Y/N)?-" He mumbled against your bust, your cheeks flaring deep crimson as he floated his head up to lock eyes with your flushed face.
• He got his ass beaten for that by Crocodile of course-
• But for you it was like your heart was Kickstart again!
• At the Cross Guild, you'd always attend. Crocodile assuming it was because you were warming up to him, But in truth it was to see Buggy-
• The two of you talking to each other constantly. He was so fascinating to you-
• Like you two were children again falling in love- Sitting out under the stars talking for hours. You tucking strands of his blue hair back into his hat, him fixing any Imperfections on yohr dresses as you sat next to him. Which often lead to Buggy giggling into his gloved hands while turning away from you
• You accepted him as he was, and adored him for it. You loved his mind, his passion, even his laziness and lewd humor.
• As time went on, you noticed the same for him. How he would ask you YOUR interest, what things YOU actually liked.
• Something no one had asked you since you were a child. Most just assuming your taste and interest.
• Hell when he came for meetings he would bring you something you'd actually want. Not just shiny things to make you look more valuable.
• "Hey (Y/N)!" Buggy cloaked towards you excited as he held out a old dirty crate to you. "I remeber you said you really liked weird plants, so I found these old books and scientist-y samples of the weirdest! Hope you like them!"
• You'd almost cried at the gift, so overfill with you you hugged Buggy. Before spending hours going through the crate and organizing it all to your liking.
• However with the sweets, came the sours...
• There had been countless times you'd walk into the Guild and see Buggys face. Beaten and bruised- How Crocodile and Mihawk kicked his ass as their own personal stress relief or just to show dominace.
• It broke your heart.. truly- Buggy humiliated like that infront of everyone time and time again... You would try to comfort him after the meetings but he would just run away- You swore you saw tears in his eyes a few times.
• You'd want to many times to have him run into your arms, so you could whisper how good of a man he is and deserving so love.
- It had been a particularly festive day in the Guild Hall, Crocodile dressing in a nicer suit as better food was served and fancy alcohol was served. You even being gifted a dress by the Desert King himself to wear today, you didn't refuse but felt rather uncomforble at how attentive he was acting with you.
And uncomfortable that he had purposely sat Buggy so far away from you..
As dinner was being served, Crocodile stood up from his seat next to you. Slapping his hand on the table to gather everyone's attention.
"I have an announcement-" Crocodile voice boomed through the room, you glancing up as the hook handed man gestured for you to stand. Which you silently did-
Oh No...
"(Y/N)- Daughter of Silvers Rayleigh. A women of greatness and deserving of only the finest of riches"
No...
"I ask for your hand- I swear I will give you all the wealth you desire"
Please No...
"From Riches, Silks and even the One Piece if your little mind wishes for it"
NO!
"Will you Marry me?"
Something inside you just snapped. Staring at Crocodile face that had the crooked cigar hanging from his lips.
Crocodile taking your silence positively as he handed you a velvet box with a massive diamond ring inside of it.
You stared at the ring box that had been placed in your glove hands and felt... nothing. Absolutely nothing...
Before A fire of rage filled your insides-
"We- We aren't even dating!-" You shouted, everyone looking to yoh in shock as you looked around wildly.
"What makes you think I want to stay by your side!? You were just ment to protect me not use me as a Scudo Girlfriend! I'm not yours nor will I ever be!-" Crocodile face starting to turn red, his eyes glancing around him before setting on you with a harsh glare.
"So I-I can't accept this" You finally hissed out, bright red in the face from both embarrassment and anger. Everyone in the Guild Hall staring at you in total shock.
"Besides My Heart... Belongs to someone else-" Crocodile eyes widen as he clenched his hands in rage. You handing the ring box back to him delicately, before turning to look at Buggy who had been picking his nose diassociating heavily at the dramatics. Only coming back to reality when he saw everyone was staring at him-
Buggy stares confused, 'Why are you all looking at me?' He looked behind himself first, Then around to see who you could be talking about, that had your heart. Realizing quickly he was alone and you actually ment HIM!
"Wait Me!?"
• After such a stunning yet shocking reveal, Crocodile cut you lose. Feeling you embarrassed him infront of everyone- Which had been the greatest day of your life!
• As you fly into Buggy's (Who got beaten senseless once again) arms. Who accepts you happily into his life-
• Frolicking away to his Circus Themed Ship in what can only be described as total Joy!
• "HAHAHAHAHA I WIN!!" He yells out, holding you in his arms as he flips off Crocodile once more and holds you in his arms.
• You adore his Flashy Crusty ways, the way he weirdly cackled and utter lack of emotional control.
• Oh How you love your Crusty Clown!
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yanxidarlings · 8 months
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YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER
continuation of my previous post (i got caught up in getting out my anthony goldstein headcanons was it obvious). okay so full disclosure, i haven't read the fanfictions lorenzo and mattheo are from (i only read yandere is it obvious) (i see their faceclaims and cannot. exclude), so if i'm not portraying them correctly shout at me. but just for a moment, imagine having the 79-80 liner slytherin boys yandere for their dormmate? (okay there is a loophole i'll write for male readers/darlings if asked).
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maybe they've known the reader/darling since childhood, and the sudden close proximity magnifies the possessive and obsessive tendencies they were developing towards the darling. or, the darling could suddenly get sorted into slytherin and now they have a roommate they did not expect to have. for the second scenario i don't think the darlings personality would matter much - either way, they're all apprehensive about this really cute kid they suddenly are dorming with.
maybe they give the reader a hard time at first (although this is only really likely to happen for a darling in a different house, or a muggleborn darling) but whoo boy if anyone else thinks of teasing the reader, they'll get hell from our dear slytherins here. actually, anyone who the reader pays mind to becomes a target of torment and bullying by draco and his gang. especially potter. please, reader, for potters own sanity and the good of the wizarding world, do not approach, think about or even look in the direction of harry. it ends in an ugly tantrum from draco, prolonged sarcasm from theodore, silence from blaise, aggression from mattheo and teasing from lorenzo. crabbe and goyle won't be carrying your books for you for the next week either.
when they get like this, it'll be the darling that'll have to make it up to them, or risk having it all drag out until one of them gets over it naturally.
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GREGORY GOYLE & VINCENT CRABBE (cast josh herdman, jamie waylett):
they're all horribly possessive and jealous by default, but generally, crabbe and goyle are the easiest to deal with, they both have a soft spot for their darling, and are pretty used to being bossed around, the second choice and having to share. they're also the easiest to appease, putting food on crabbe's plate is enough to make him happy, and paying goyle any mind will go a long way.
they don't need constant attention (draco), validation (draco), and affection (draco), from their darling, and are content just being in their life.
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BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):
after them, i honestly don't know who's worse. going in alphabetical order, blaise appears to be calm and uncaring when it comes to his darling, but do not be fooled, he's not going to sit back and let his darling get whisked away by the likes of a half blood (sorry mattheo), spolit daddy's boy (apologies draco), spolit mommy's boy (soz enzo) or someone who's one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain (blaise's words not mine theo).
blaise tolerates the rest of the slytherins for now, but if any of them think he'd ever fully agree to sharing with the likes of them, they are wrong. he fantasises about taking his darling away from the world after graduating, and probably has his mother trying to arrange a marriage the moment he decides they're his.
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DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):
unlike blaise, draco is not even a little bit subtle about his possesiveness over his darling, he only see's the other slytherins as tools to ensure his darlings safety and happiness at hogwarts, and does not bother to pretend like he isn't planning to kidnap move the reader into malfoy manor the minute they graduate. actually, he couldn't wait that long.
he'll look for any opportunity to have the malfoy family gain custody of his darling. all the more better if his darling comes from a dysfunctional household. but either way, he'll make sure his family is all they have to turn to.
all i know about lorenzo is that he has mommy and daddy issues so i'll have to piggybank off that. he'll present himself as the 'sane' one, if his darling is complaining about the behaviour of the other slytherins, enzo wholeheartedly agree's with them "i don't know what's wrong with all of them - you sure you didn't slip any amortentia into their drinks?" he becomes a safe haven from the possessive obsession his dormmates seem to share for their darling.
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LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):
lorenzo acts the most normal, but don't be fooled, he's just as obsessed as the rest of them. enzo is just better at hiding it. he too, frequently thinks about whisking them away, but is much less finite about it; holing his darling up in his house isn't the end goal. he could honestly live with sharing them with his fellow slytherins, but this is all assuming that the reader takes well to his attempts at becoming the 'sane one'.
if enzo isn't able to successfully befriend them, he'll have to settle for being the 'mean one'. teasing and humiliation follows his darling, as does he. it's not severe, but it's probably the push the reader needs to fall into deep depression and anxiety. so please, take the sane bait.
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MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):
mattheo doesn't exactly have a family reputation to uphold, blaise, draco, enzo and theo would want to keep up a respectable reputation, whatever that is in pureblood society, but mattheo? the dark lords son? he's entirely unhinged.
if lorenzo is the 'sane one', mattheo is the 'crazy one'.
he doesn't really care what his darling, or others, think of his behaviour. if he wants to spend time with them, he's going to. he'll pull them out of class, drag them away from the other slytherins, just to skip rocks in the black lake with them, or raid the kitchens. he doesn't really bother hiding his yandere tendencies, he'll actively tell his darling not to talk to certain people "because i said so" "stop asking questions", and will refuse to elaborate further. sometimes, there will be disturbing moments of honesty between him and his darling; he'll admit that he's obsessed with them, and threaten to attack people they pay attention to. and he'll tell them that they belong to him.
sometimes it's frightening and sometimes he'll come across as sweet. he is both predictable and unpredictable, which puts his darling at unease around him.
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THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):
theodore uses guilt to garner his darlings sympathy, all the more easier if they are childhood friends. he'll make sure they know about his harsh childhood, and make them feel responsible for his wellbeing. he's the only one to create a sense of dependency not built upon threats. out of all the slytherins, he gets to know his darling the best, he'll use guilt, emotional breakdowns and dark secrets to create a sense of obligation towards him.
theo is the most comforting of the slytherins to be around, he's quiet and the only one who they can spend time with without feeling much pressure. he demands the most of their attention, and is by far the most possessive. whilst i can see the other slytherins finding a way to deal with sharing their darling amonst themselves, if the rest don't back off eventually (stop dreaming theo) (they won't), he's the most inclined to just get rid of them - he can't stand it when his darling is around anyone but him, he wakes early to walk his darling to class just so they won't get caught up in the busy halls, where eyes can wonder and other people can have a chance to interact with his darling.
theodore pairs with them for every project, which leads to some ugly arguments between him and blaise, who only really get's his fill of his darling by sitting next to them in class. and draco, and mattheo and enzo and even goyle who was hoping the reader would help get him a good grade for once.
out of all of them, draco, goyle and blaise are the most patient. they want their darling to love them, not see them as monsters to flinch away from.
theodore, lorenzo and mattheo will take whatever they can get. lorenzo in particular doesn't want his darling to fear him but won't let them get away with trying to escape or disobedience. mattheo doesn't mind being the villain if he must be, but his heart clenches when his darling acts so obviously distrustful of him. theodore is the least patient, and if his darling starts to shy away from him, he snaps. at them, at the rest of the slytherin boys. but he's also easy to keep content, so long as his darling is always by his side.
similarly, blaise just enjoys being in the presence of his darling, and doesn't feel the need to cuddle up to them constantly like draco and enzo do. mattheo is a loose canon, and sometimes is fine being near them, other times he wants skin to skin contact 25/8.
they're hopeless at sharing, and only really get along for the sake of their darling. there are only really two ways this can end; theodore finally snaps and tries to off the rest of them after graduation, or they somehow come to an agreement on sharing, maybe they each get their own day a week
monday for draco, tuesday for blaise, wednesday for theo, thursday for enzo, and friday for mattheo. goyle and crabbe probably aren't taken seriously enough to get given their own day, so then the weekends are spent sharing (fighting).
the only time the boys will work in tandem is when someone attempts to take their darling and their attention, away. best example, darling starts dating someone. which is already pretty improbable, considering they give the reader no alone time whatsoever. but let's just say the darling here is going on a date with cormac mclaggen (get a grip, darling), any grudges they've been holding against each other are off, mclaggen has just signed his death warrant.
mattheo and theodore do most of the dirty work, whilst lorenzo distracts the reader. draco and blaise cover up their tracks, so it seems like whatever they did to mclaggen was an untimely accident. or have it blamed on someone else. goyle and crabbe intimidate anyone who tries to get close to the darling from then on.
they might hate sharing with each other, but they truly despise sharing with an 'outsider'.
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lazypanartist · 10 months
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Hobie Brown x Artistic/DIY Reader
I love him 💙
pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4
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Warnings: maybe spoilers for ATSV, IDK. Reader's in the punk scene and from Hobie's universe. Whole lotta projection. Canon-typical injuries
Features info dumping and personal Hobie HCs I guess. It's long ASF. And just self indulgent
Please RB, likes alone don't do anything for the algorithm!
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DIY/punk Hobie Brown
If you're in the scene, you know the basics
Patches?
Hand-Stitched
Usually with dental floss for durability/cost efficiency
And originally painted with white-out for the same reasons
Spikes or studs?
Cheap, bulk buy, screw em on yourself
Or just make em out of cans
Hobie's fit looks like it fits the bill
Old leather or denim jacket with the sleeves cut off
FN/SM painted on the back
Shirt's kinda tattered iirc
Spiked collars are easy
Same with the wristbands
When he meets you?
Whoo boy
It was one of his shows he was putting on
New songs, new faces in the crowd
He spots you from a distance at first
Little sketchbook in hand
You stay through his whole performance
When he's chatting up the crowd afterwards, though?
You're already gone
(Bitch writes a song about the pretty thing watching from afar, bc ofc he does)
He next sees you during one of President Osborne's speeches
Standing in the front row of a gathered crowd, shaking your head at the screen
He drops down after a few minutes, hanging upside down and blocking the less-than-pleasant view
He takes a few moments between questions from others
Little explanations
A promise to do what he can
Takes just a glimpse to look you over
You have a similar touch to the rest of the crowd
Worn out boots, tattered clothes, hand-sewn and painted patches
And your sketchbook still in hand
It's a little peculiar for the crowd
But he doesn't question it
What he does question is where you've gone after he turns to look at you
He only took a second for more reassurances
But when he goes to see you again
You're gone, just like the first time you caught his eye
He realizes then
That he's intrigued
He doesn't know what it is about you
Until he keeps seeing you pop up again
Riots
Concerts
Shows
Speeches
His immaterial object of interest
He finally starts actually talking to you the third or fourth time he sees you
At another of Osborne's liefests
An ambassador on a stage, surrounded by punks
Speaking of the President's virtues
Yeah
Spider-Punk shows up pretty quickly to run him off
And gets to chatting with you
When he first approaches, you ask for his opinion on a patch idea
And turn your sketchbook to show him the page
His spider symbol backpiece
But instead of FN/SM, it simply states
"Down With President Osborne"
He takes your pen and signs as a seal of approval before swinging away
Sure, it was a short interaction
But it led to even more meaningful ones
Like, say..
Him practically dropping out of the sky into a park
You were just minding your business, sketching the scenery
When he almost fell on top of you.
Covered in injuries
He laughs when he looks up and sees that it's you
Because of course it's you
Tries to resist when you start futzing over him
If you're the parent friend like me?
Patch him up
PLEASE
Even if you can't see him back together
Just
Bandaids and gauze pads
And maybe some candy
Bc suckers help with creativity
Or it's just my neurodivergence? Idk
Just. Offer him one in case he needs to bite on something while you're putting alcohol on his injuries
When you're done he looks them over
Promptly winces when he twists his arm 🙄
But then thanks you for your help and swings off
Again
These kinds of interactions become common
He'll find you hanging around the city
Either doodling or just vibing
And drops down to talk for a bit
Or get patched up
Loves when you offer to fix his costume
Bc it looks just as nice & homemade as the rest of your/his fits
Grins under his mask when he sees a new patch or two
And starts snickering if you deny their application
He really appreciates everything you do for him
And figures he should prove it
Sure, he's saved you
But he's saved a lot of people..
He wants this to be special
Unique
And he thinks he knows how to do that..
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girlboypersonthingy · 18 days
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hiiiii!!!! so i’m thinking of a velvette fic where u meet the vees after having dated her for a bit (a few weeks maybe). you hate them. you think they’re creepy and just assholes, even for being in hell. (you’re a bit more wholesome but yk still a sinner) like you just do NOT like the guys. you’re super worried abt velvette’s reaction to that fact so u try to sugar coat it but she’s just like “thank lucifer! i didn’t want them to be creepy bad influences on u!” and u’re both super relieved. i love her.
Heeyyyy I was wondering when you’d send in a Velvette request ☺️ you got it friend! Enjoyyyy~
TW: Val being a perv 😎 for like one second tho, Velvette gets a bit suggestive,?? Lots of cussing lol
The Only V For Me 💜
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“AAHHH!!! Darling, you’re finally here! How was the drive? How was the driver?” Velvette watches as you walk through the doorway of her studio, looking around with big doe eyes at all the bright lights and flashy outfits and really beautiful model demons.
“Velvette!” Before you can say anything more, she’s pulling you into a a deadly tight hug. “It was actually…like way too much, babe. You don’t have to do all that fancy shit for me, ya know? But…yes, it was really nice. Thank you.” Velvette offers you a cheeky smirk followed by a quick kiss to the cheek.
Your darling girlfriend snaps her fingers and yells out a command to one of her assistants. “You! Come here.” She makes a ‘come here’ motion with her finger as she turns her attention back to you, her lips upturned into a smile again, “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Anything you need, you tell her.” She points to her assistant who is now right at your side. “Anything my darling asks for, you get it.” She gives the worker an intimidating glare before winking at you.
“Let me show you around!” Velvette puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along, pointing things out, explaining them. She is absolutely beaming with pride right now, glancing at you often to see your reaction. As you pass a mannequin clad in a really nice outfit, a gasp comes from Velvette. “Oh my! You know who would look absolutely stunning in this little number?” And now she’s flashing you this flirty grin and her bright red eyes are looking you up and down. Suddenly her smooth demeanor dropped as she grumbled under her breath a bit then sighed deeply.
“Oh, who am I kidding. With Vox and Val both here today, if I dress you in anything more appealing than what you’ve got on now, they will definitely try to steal you from me. You already look too cute…” This pulls a laugh from you but your laugh stops suddenly, stuck in your throat when you see how serious her expression is at the moment.
“Wait. What? What do you mean-“ And suddenly the doors swing open, slamming into the walls behind them as an extremely tall, blue-skinned individual with big red heart shaped glass quickly approaches Velvette, towering over both of you.
“WHERE THE HELL IS VOX?! I’ve been looking for that flat faced fuck all day.” He growls out and you take note of the fact that Velvette doesn’t flinch a bit. “Why the hell are you asking me? If he was here, you’d have found him already.” She snaps back and as the angry man before you was about to screech out another sentence, his expression softened rather quickly as his eyes fell on you.
“Why hello~ who do you have here? Wow! What a gorgeous creature you are. I’m Valentino. What’s your name, sweetheart?” One of his hands slips into yours and as he goes to lift your hand to his lips, Velvette pushes him so hard he nearly falls over.
“Their name is (Y/N), alright? And they are MINE. Now back off, Val.” She hisses in response, now tightly holding your hand, the hand that Val was holding just a second ago. “WHOO! Alright. My apologies, dear. Didn’t know this one was all yours. But I mean FUCK! They just have such nice lips! I mean, look at that mouth. You have the perfect pair of dick sucking li-“
Velvette shouts over him, “SHUT IT!!! You’re actually so vile. Get out of here, Valentino! You’re freaking out my babe.” She gives him another shove, making him frown angrily at her before he stomps off, probably punching a wall or kicking something over as he leaves. Oh, he definitely slams the door again too.
“Alrighty! Where were we?” Velvette seems to relax a bit more, going back to a more chipper and excited attitude as she again shows off all of her impressive work to you. She even got a few models to come do a little show just for you, all of them casually posing and showing off different outfits. Velvette kept asking your opinion, begging you to be ‘bloody honest’ with her.
“Oh, darling! You just have to come over one night and let me dress you up, just us two! Hmm~ I could dress you up and then maybe even…undress you again.” Just as your girlfriend started to flirt with you and as you started to feel more comfortable in this environment-
“Velvette! Happy Friday. Have you seen Val? I haven’t been able to reach him all day. I’m-“ The strong, electric voice that sounded from behind you two made you jump a bit and brought a frightening grimace to Velvette’s face.
“Oh~ Hello. (Y/N), right? Pleased to meet you! I was wondering when our precious like Velvette was gonna bring her play thing over. I’m Vox, creator of Voxtech. You know, on the late night talk show…and the morning talk show. I’m also the news anchor.” He doesn’t really offer you his hand, he more so just reached out and grasps your hand in his, giving it a rapid shaking.
His grip on your hand hurts a bit and the smug smirk on his face makes you somewhat intimidated by him. Vox just…gives you the creeps even more than Valentino did and he basically verbally assaulted you. Before you can even come up with a response to him-
“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone knoWS WHO YOU ARE, YOU PRICK. NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” And now Velvette looks kind of scary, like so pissed off and annoyed that she looks like she could actually kill someone right now. The someone preferably being Vox. Her bright red eyes glow with rage and irritation, her pretty lips now turned into a deep scowl.
As she yells in his face, his expression drops to one of annoyance and exhaustion. “Where’s Val?” Velvette groans before responding. “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me! He just left, looking for you. Look on your stupid little cameras and find him and go tell him to STOP SLAMMING MY DOORS OR IM GONNA-“
Not that Velvette scared you but…she looked pretty upset right now and her yelling is enough to put anyone into a slight panic. So you slip you hand around her bicep, gently pulling her tense arm back a bit so you could comfortably slide your hand down to hers, interlocking your fingers. Her words stopped in their tracks, your tender touch almost making her flinch. Her head whipped around and she looked at you for a good few seconds, a smile slowly growing on her lips. She turns back to the screen-faced man, her smile not faltering this time.
“Off you go.” Velvette quite literally shoos him away with a wave of her hand as her other hand snakes its way around your waist and back until her arm is fully wrapped around you and you’re pressed into her side. She turns her back on Vox, determined to keep her full attention on you for the rest of the day. You’re too distracted by her embrace to notice if Vox had even left or not.
You clear your throat. “Babe…?” “Yes, love?” “Don’t get mad.” You look at her with a serious expression, causing her to blink in confusion. “Mad at you? Never. What’s on your mind?” Velvette pulled away from you for just a second then she faced you and held both your hands in her own.
“I feel…extremely uncomfortable here. Specifically, with Valentino and Vox. I-I…I’m sorry I just…I don’t like them…very much…they scare me.” Velvette chuckles before you can finish your sentence and you’re not sure if you should be relieved or even more worried. Suddenly, she pulls you into a tight hug, her hands rubbing big circles all over your back.
“Ugh, I’m so terribly sorry, darling. Truly, I figured those two would be busy on a Saturday, too busy to be bothering us already.” She turns her head to kiss your cheek then pulls you in even closer. “Fuck! I’m actually so relieved you said that. Those two are so terrible…truly, irresponsible! I mean it when I say I’m the backbone of the Vs okay? Those two pussies would fall apart in a matter of hours without me! Ugh they can’t even keep it together for one day!” “Babe…” You try to calm her again, seeing how worked up she gets having to constantly deal with her work partners.
With her attention solely on you, she softly says, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What do you want to do next, hm? We can go somewhere. Anywhere. Just say the words.” Her long fingers gently graze the skin of your cheek, causing you to become a bit flustered. It’s almost baffling how she can be so cold and cruel to everyone around her except you. You were her only weakness, and she doesn’t mind one bit. She loves you endlessly. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in Hell.
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WIBTA… my crush threw up when she saw my scars.
I (22ftm) have intense feelings for my friend (24 f ), we’ll call her Bee. For some background I met her through my job (we’re in the food industry). I’m have a big friend group and my crush use to work with everyone. Bee use to actually date someone within the friend group, Sandy (24 f). They’re still friends even tho they’re broken up.
I hangout with my work friend group a lot, and Bee sometimes will come along. I like Bee a lot because she’s just really cool, she’s always calm, she talks about anything and everything, and she’s beautiful. She even is working as a heating and cooling technician. It’s hard for her to hangout with all of us because she has so many other things going on in general. She even bough a house in this economy!
Sandy and Bee are still close friends. I’ve asked a Sandy about their relationship and if she’s over her, and Sandy basically just tells me they were both kids and have dated other people since breaking up.
I haven’t actually gotten the chance to hangout with Bee one on one. I’ll even invite her to hangout with our group, but most the time she’s either busy with her house, or her other friends/family/business trips/etc. At first I thought she was lying, but Sandy has told me Bee just does a lot in general now. I’ve invited her to see a few scary movies with me, but she’s turned down 3/3.
This is where I may have been the asshole for making Bee uncomfortable. I had gotten my top surgery (whoo hoo) and after some recovering I kinda wanted to celebrate. Our other mutual friend was throwing a game night and I asked if Bee was coming and if she could come. Our friend said that’s fine since Bee is cool, and I invited Bee and she said she’d love to. She showed up with her boyfriend. I know it sounds bad, I just wanna get closer to Bee in general, her and I don’t have to date (although I wouldn’t mind).
Anyway during the game night, Sandy and Bee went to a separate bedroom to talk. I did pretend to go to the bathroom to ease drop. Bee was just basically telling Sandy she’s been stressed about work and her family, and redoing her house (she and her bf are doing the work themselves) Sandy basically just offered to help and Bee was just like “oh you listening is more than enough!” And they kinda just talked a little more. I was kinda feeling betrayed by Sandy, I haven’t told Sandy I really wanna get closer to Bee, she probably knows tho, but she never offers any help on how I could get closer.
When the two got out I raised a toast to my top surgery and to just making my body feel more like me, and to thank all my friends for the love and support I’ve received through them. I took off my shirt to show off, and I immediately noticed Bee looked away.
Throughout the night I would try and talk to Bee, but she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. she was keeping the conversation short Was she afraid to sexualize me? Was she transphobic? Her boyfriend even got between us and tried asking me how I’m doing and was kinda being a block. My mind was racing and I just kinda grabbed her hand and said “Does this scare you?”. She cried out “sorry!” And ran away…and she threw up in the sink. She started crying and apologizing and Sandy and her bf kinda took her to the bathroom then the car. Bee came in said sorry to everyone for ruining the night, and like three people said “no you just go home and feel better”.
I watched Sandy talk to both Bee and her boyfriend for like 20 minutes “saying goodbye”. I was shocked by the whole thing. It finally took someone to ask me if I was okay. I asked if Bee was trans phobic, why wouldn’t she look at me, she never hangs out with me one on one. Everyone told me that Bee isn’t transphobic (gee thanks). One of my friends even said I shouldn’t have grabbed Bee like that, which I know now. She was just acting all weird around me, and she was what I thought the coolest person ever.
Sandy came back in, she was laughing and she told the group Bee was fine. I asked “what about me!?” Sandy basically explained “body stuff” makes Bee “queasy”. i was hurt and offended that no one cared about me or my feelings.
Later that night Bee called me to apologize. She offered to buy me lunch. I was still hot headed and asked how my scars make her throw up. She basically told me about an event in her life that does make her uncomfortable around blood/scars/etc. I asked if she supported trans rights. she said of course. I asked her if she would ever date me, and she said shes never thought about it because shes with her bf. i basically confessed my feelings which she did not return but wishes me luck.
We never got lunch. I feel weird reaching out to her. she hasn't stopped by the restaurant. She hasn't come to a group gathering since. i know her and Sandy still hangout which pissed me off. i tried talking to my "friend" about it, but they say it as a step too far. they also shame me for crushing on her (i was fine with just friendship).
Its been like two months and everyone is still weird about it. Every time i bring it up, everyone makes me the bad guy. was i the asshole? was Sandy or Bee or even my friends that didnt support me?
What are these acronyms?
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