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starr-fall-knight-rise · 2 years

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Rule Number 1

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Adam had an army.

He also had a baby Celzex in his pocket, but that was beside the point, and secondary only to the army. Had Sunny rolled her eyes at him? Yes, yes she had saying, “Don’t you have enough children already.” To which he had pointed out that Celzex were significantly lower maintenance than all of his previous children.. If he could have adopted an armful of the little fluffballs he would have, but, while he was relatively sure he could get one past his wife, he wasn’t entirely sure he could get an armful.

So today, armed with a rifle, a handgun, two collapsible spears, three knives, and both of his fists, he stood at the head of his army. The Bob shown down from above, ha, he loved saying that, lighting the arcadian morning with cutting rays of blinding, white light. Before him, his waiting army stood on the green, rows and rows of men and women, many of which he recognized.

This was it.

This is where it all began.

He straightened himself, and flexed his shoulders, listening as the SE armor whirred lazily to life.

On the right, the spartans: With their own SE division standing proudly at the front, towering men and women in towering exosuits and bulky armor topped by corinthian style helmets. King James and his Queen Xanthia stood at the forefront. To their left the arcadian army, technically that phrase was sort of a misnomer as almost everyone on arcadia was combat capable.

It would be a safer bet to say that in front of him stood, a fraction of the Arcadian standing army, specifically those who made it their full time job to protect their little planet. The Arcadian SE division also stood out front, though there was a conspicuous hole gaping open in the front ranks, still yet to be filled, despite a few new additions to the fold: previous SE Soldiers Kier Lindsay and Jane, his old MTI Kimball, and the senator’s son Pier. A few other faces had since added themselves to the cause, including old friends from the Bramble and Hathor colony, joining not because they were particularly fond of war, but because they were tired of living in fear of the void.

To the left of them stood the Drev, battalions upon battalions of waiting soldiers eager and raring for battle including every member of the Nakt clan, and quite a few members of Sunny’s home clan growing up. Dzara led a sizable contingent of her own soldiers, and Even kanan had taken up his spear again. Unfortunately, and to Adam’s great dismay Hijan had also taken up her spear. Adam had argued with her for a long time about how she was simply too old to be risking her life, but that argument just proved her point.

She was too old, and if she was going to die, she wanted to do it with a spear in her hand.

It wasn’t a request he could deny the old Drev, who had become like a third grandmother to him, and a surrogate mother to Sunny.

Beyond them stood the odds and ends, their borrowed Celex battalion, who were the least intimidating and probably most dangerous soldiers on the field. Standing close to them was Etium heading a squad of soldiers that included everyone that wasn’t either human or Drev, simply for organizations sake, this including mostly tesraki, but also had the odd rundi or burg to name a few.

They had some Mikes and Lumin around here somewhere, but the were not' part of the combat portion of things.

This was it, the moment they would finally fill the Empyrean to her full capacity.

Members of the old guard stood with him. Nairobi, Admiral Simon, Glados, Conn, Krill, Riss, Dr. Adric, Katie, Celex, and Ramirez, who stood stoic and silent at the back of the group belying his usually expected cheerful demeanor distantly eyeing that hole in the SE line.

And then, of course, there was Sunny at his side where he always hoped she would be, where she would belong until the day he died.

Their previous mission to find and root out the void had been a bust, but this time, they knew where they were going and what they were doing.

They knew where to look.

Adam turned his head subtly to look at Sunny, resplendent in her shimmering pearlescent armor. Catching his eye, she nodded once, and he needed no other prompting as he stepped forward and held up a hand.

The field around them quieted.

What would he say?

He wasn’t entirely sure.

They waited in silence for a moment, but he didn’t panic. He let the silence draw out as he lowered his head to contemplate his words. What sort of thing did you say to people who might be offering up their lives to death?

Thank you?

That seemed rather route.

Good luck?

That seemed kind of stupid too, the words too week to really grasp the words he felt needed to be said.

In the end he didn’t settle on the words that would adequately express his feelings, but he did come across the right words.

“Are you ready!”

The Spartans chanted, The Drev roared, and the soldiers threw up a shout. All other aliens sort of just looked around in confusion, except of course, for Etium who lost his damn mind.

Their voices died down.

Adam clasped his hands behind his back, feeling as his spine straightened and his chin lifted. A breeze cut pst them tugging playfully at his hair. He set his jaw firmly, “This is it.” His voice carried surprisingly well over the crowd, “No more guessing, no more games, no more sitting back on our collective asses while the void plots against our family, homes and children.”

More chanting rose up.

“Kazna has repeatedly taken the fight to our front doorstep. She has murdered in our capitals, she has come into our homes, but all that ends today.”

Drev spears thundered against the ground.

“Today, we take the fight to her doorstep,”

Shouts.

“We bring chaos to their safehouses.”

Boots thundered against the ground.

“And we take back this universe for our children, and our children's children, and whoever the hell comes after that.”

More shouting.

But he was almost definitely sure they would have cheered him on no matter what he decided to yell about, good speech or no.

“Today we take the Empyrean to victory, or nothing!”

The cheering rose, raised into the sky. Spears clattered against shields as he stood staring down at his waiting army.

He allowed them to cheer for a few moments allowing a small smile to creep up and onto his face.

“There is one thing I need to go over first.”

The roaring of the crowd died away somewhat into confusion.

He paced forward, hands resting gently behind his back as he walked up and down before the waiting soldiers.

In his mind’s eye, he could see everything that came before, couldn’t help but think about all of the things that had to happen to lead him to this moment. How a boy, from mid Mericanda can go from alien obsessed loser to having his own army. In a little over a decade of life, Adam had experienced the first interstellar mission, the first meeting with aliens, a several wars on several alien planets, the rise and fall of diplomatic relations. He had gained grudging respect for and then fallen in love with an enemy. He had befriended a powerful maniacal alien despot. He had learned about the origins of life, stolen god’s spaceship, and involved himself in a cosmic war with his mother in law, all while getting married and having kids.

He was pretty sure it was impossible to have all of that in one life.

Sunny was pretty close.

Krill was close too.

And he was almost positive that there were several things in that list that he had accidentally left out.

It almost made him laugh.

The crowd was still waiting for him, their eyes fixed upon him as he paced back and forth at their front. Never had he thought he would be comfortable in front of a crowd this large, yet, here he was.

He held up a hand, “Listen up, and listen carefully because i will not be repeating myself when we get this started.” his lazy smile continued filling him with an ever increasing amount of amusement.

“The first rule of the Empyrean crew….”

For the first time in what might have been weeks, Adam heard the low bark of Ramirez’s laugh echoing up from behind him. The marine knew exactly what was coming next.

Adam could sense Krill’s Anima rolling its eyes against both the laws of physics and anatomy.

Katie, still a bit somber from events proceeding in the last few weeks, had to cover her mouth with her hand.

Dr.. Adric snorted a sudden huff of air, like an amused bull.

Adam smiled, Life hadn’t beaten the joy out of this man

At least not yet.

He lifted his chin and raised his voice to echo out across the field, “First rule of the Empyrean….” He let the statement hang on the air for a long moment before raising his hands, filling the air with a chorus led by his own voice

“Don’t Chuck marshmallows at neutron stars!”

Adam grinned, “Damn straight.”

And then Adam turned, stiff and straight as he took a step, and wheeled away.

Heelys , just like riding a bike

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peachmouthwash · 9 months

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I finished all of Dungeons and Drag Queens finally, and I had some thoughts, nothing radical but I figure I'm actually on Tumblr so I might as well write them down

I picked this up as my first video Actual Play, having listened to a bunch of podcast ones, and it has confirmed for me that I need video at this point in my life in order to be able to follow these things; I used to have a lot of solo walking around time to listen to stuff but not anymore and if there's any distraction to audio stuff then it goes straight through my brain

The Queens were great choices for the format: excellent chemistry and sufficient chops to make interesting roleplay choices

Watching someone play their first game of D&D is not particularly fun (flapping their character sheets around oh lord) but on balance, across the season, there were enough unhinged new player swings to make up for it

And I loved that it gave Brennan the opportunity to bring out all of his camp councillor skills

Talking of Brennan, he did a really masterful job here and I have to acknowledge how fab it is to have him in full costume (inspired by Bob, I understand, who asked him to consider what his own drag would be, and apparently what we get is like a sexy half elf with golden ear piercings and smokey eyeshadow - no complaints)

The story was simple but full of fun detail and I loved how many of the lynchpin characters were kind of heightened, draggy looking femmes, very apropos

Excuse me but a vampire being like "sooooo if you'd like to talk more or whatever" after drinking from someone is very sweet

Jujubee, who is borderline certifiable in a great way, and could barely remember a single character name or anything that has happened even ten minutes previously, still brought most of the moments I loved. Hearing that she'd recently lost her cat after 15 years, and how that played into her story with Buddy Bear, was so genuinely moving

The battle set was phenomenal and I can't believe they turned out a Buddy Bear mini overnight

Seeing Brennan visibly moved in the finale honestly made me well up

I've immediately subscribed and can't wait for Mentopolis (so much has gone into this one and all of the elements excite me very much)

I really hope they make more, or try more big swing crossovers with people outside the TTRPG scene

#dungeons and drag queens #brennan lee mulligan #d20 #dimension 20

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tamras-shieldmaiden · 1 year

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Jinora and Ikki, for the character asks please! Oh, and Opal too! :D

Bob cut squad

1: sexuality headcanon

Okay, so Jinora. I don’t have a defined sexuality headcanon for her but she strikes me as demisexual while I believe Ikki is ace. I think Opal is bi/pan but at the present she identifies as straight.

2: otp

Jinora’s OTP is Kai. They look very cute together and I think they complement each other well. I don't have a romantic OTP for Ikki. For Opal, although I think her romance with Bolin is cute, I actually like the Korra/Opal pairing since their interactions while Korra was in Zaofu were brief but nice, but I’m not sure if it would be an OTP, so at the moment, her OTP is Bo.

3: brotp

Jinora in canon has a great relationship with her aunt Kya and in a canon divergence AU, I believe she would strike an unexpected friendship with Kuvira because as I mentioned in my Kuvira headcanon, Kuvira enjoys the company of smart people and Jinora certainly fits the bill while Jinora is perceptive enough to see that underneath the aloof countenance, Kuvira has an awkward side to her that makes her relatable.

For Ikki, her brotp is her uncle Bumi. I think she would also get along well with Wei and Wing Beifong because they share the same carefree, energetic vibes.

Opal is Toph’s favorite grandkid and Toph makes absolutely no effort in hiding this fact, and it's fun to see cranky old Toph being protective and a softie for Opal. I think Opal would also get along very well with Asami. They have a lot in common if we think about it since they’re both rich girls from prominent families who have been underestimated.

4: notp

Anything remotely incestuous is a big no-go for me for all three characters. I see those and I nope the hell away.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Jiinora has been an avid reader since before she knew how to read well, and she would look at the pictures of the books fascinated. Once she learned how to read, which was earlier than most kids, she would spend hours in the library at Air Temple Island reading so much that she ended up memorizing the complete biographies of Yangchen and Aang.

Ikki is the main Sky Bison caregiver, no doubt about it. She understands them so well that she can even predict which bison will bond with any Airbender.

Opal will eventually become master airbender and will earn her arrow tattoos before marrying Bolin, and she will eventually lead the new Air Nomads Temple in the Earth Kingdom.

6: favorite line from this character

Jinora: There haven't been this many airbenders in one place for a long time either. We have power together.

From Venom of the Red Lotus

What can I say? Jinora more than earned her Master tattoos here with her initiative and leadership.

Ikki: But, I guess the nice part about a family is they'll always be there for you. Even though Twinkle Starchild and Princess Rainbow fight, they still love each other.

Book 2 Civil Wars part 2

Ikki, remembering what's most important

Opal: I'm glad you're okay, but it's a little late for "sorry".

From Beyond the Wilds

Opal giving a piece of her mind to Bolin when he was trying to win her back never gets old. 😆

7: one way in which I relate to this character

With Jinora is her love for books and learning. With Ikki I share the middle child syndrome, and what I can relate to with Opal is her strained relationship with a sibling.

8: thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character

Being related to Meelo 🤣

Opal: having to explain to everyone that her brother Baatar and Kuvira, who was raised as a "sister" were engaged. 😬

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

They’re all pure cinnamon rolls 😊

#the legend of korra #legend of korra #tlok #headcanons #character asks #character headcanons #jinora #ikki #opal beifong #air nomads #ask game

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drawthething · 1 year

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5, 15, 19

5. Who is your favorite side character? One-off character? Antagonist?

Side character: Uh oh you just unlock my Jimmy Jr enthusiasm. Okay okay I'm joking, no rambling this time pffft. My honorable mentions would be Zeke, Rudy, Andy & Ollie, Jocelyn, Ambrose, Branca and Bosco

One-off character: I live for Flip White Fudge and his ma Shelly, they're absolutely legends. There's also the Deli guy whose energy i love :D

Antagonist: Probably Jimmy Pesto 👀Look at that obnoxious annoying awful buttchin. His rivalry dynamic with Bob is so stupidly funny I really do miss it. Him and Trev are also very fun and I kinda wanna see more of his relationship with his kids, they do make one interesting dysfunctional family :D

Honorable mentions would be Cynthia & Logan, very entertaining characters. Their episodes are hilarious and really enjoyable for me

15. Least favorite season?

Alright don't you folks kick me in the butt okay? But season 11 & 12 are just, very disappointing for me. There're only a few memorable episodes, and I can't really recall any moment that's truly hilarious. Most of the storylines are not engaging at all, and I don't think the characters' personalities are as strong and fun as before, like they've all become a less lively version of themselves.

Maybe it's the writing, maybe it's the voice acting. I still love the show, and I appreciate the writers' efforts to make things more emotionally impactful, but comedy and story wise i think it has gone downhill which makes me quite upset :/

19. What’s something you like and something you dislike about the fandom?

Like: This fandom? This tiny funky fandom? I love how fun and creative the folks are. So many great fanworks: the artworks are outstanding, the fics are amazing, and the headcanons and analysis are so interesting :D I love that almost every character or dynamic gets to be someone's fav so I can see them hyperfixating on it for forever. It's a pretty healthy fandom too, I think. No big discourse or whatsoever. Everyone I'm familiar with is so lovely. To all the folks out there keeping the fandom alive, thank you and i love ya :D Be funky and go crazy 🤘

Dislike: Character bashing. I know it's impossible to just enjoy every character of course but eh, sometimes the takes are a little too serious, harsh and one-sided to me. Characters like Jimmy Jr, Teddy, Frond or whoever are flawed in a sympathic interesting way but some folks act like they just committed the worst crime ever and that's all they are. The antagonists? They create conflicts while being memorable and fun (and some of them have *gasp* redeeming traits). We can dislike them of course, but I don't get why someone would want them off the show cuz ya know, they're meant to fulfill a role here. In the end it's a TV sitcom, I think having a more light-hearted and easy take on the characters would make things more enjoyable.

#this is not to say there's anything wrong hating on a character people can do whatever they want #i'm just personally not very fond of some of the takes #i would include teddy in fav side characters list but i don't think he counts as one?#thanks for the ask :D #bobs burgers #ask game #me and my braincell

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white-eyed-girl · 1 year

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My personal top 37 for Eurovision 2023 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 I dont' even know what to say anymore, it has been the most exhausting ESC season ever for me and I just want this Saturday to come and go

11) Italy - song is alright (it actually grew on me in these weeks), Marco is a great singer and a cool guy, but half because I didn't want it to win Sanremo and half because I have actual favourites I'm spending the season worrying to death about, I have exactly zero interest about what happens to Due Vite in Liverpool

10) Moldova - how often does it happen to have two returning artists from the same year? Seeing Pasha and Loreen meet again was so cute! (and the fact that Ivi Adamou was there as well made the whole thing even better asdfghjffg) Anyway lol the song is awesome, Moldova incredibly managed to find a middle ground between genuine ethnodance and the amateurish country fair performance from last year, and I'm happy about it Lautar is also one of the few songs I actually love from 2012 btw, just as an add-on :'' He looks hella fine too but shh

9) United Kingdom - purely and simply a bop, it almost makes me forget how much of a tamarrata* it is asdfghjk As for its chances in Liverpool, if the pre-parties are of any indication, there's no way in hell this will get a top10 like many seem to predict, more like it will be lucky to get out of the bottom 5 :'' (*tamarrata = something camp and cringy and excessive, that sometimes you like exactly because of that lol)

8) Czechia - I usually adore songs with a women-supporting-women narrative, this one is no exception, and it also has a double reading which makes it even cooler I was a bit afraid that if they kept the aesthetic of the video on stage it could end up looking messy and uncoordinated, but luckily they decided to make it tidier and in fact their performance on Tuesday was amazing

7) Austria - This, this is how you do clever and funny This could have ended up being an apocalyptic level of trash but, ironically, the nonsense narrative keeps its feet on the ground Thankfully it seems like it's not a Halo 2.0, though the performance could have used being a lil bit more whimsical and energetic

6) France - I love how this starts tango-ish and then catches rhythm! I have no idea how it will go, France was my winner last year and I never would have imagined an almost last place for them, so yeah :'' I don't think they can snatch the win but I'd be on board with them trying purely because that would mean a new Sweden vs France death match which, like, AAAAAAAAAAAAA

5) Norway - this is the first song from this year I listened to and I'm still bobbing my head from that first time ahah This sounds like a song KEiiNO could have sung, which in my book is always a compliment We'll give her a wagon of points as soon as the commentators let it slip that she's Italian lol

4) Finland - This is me having a drunken dream while also never having been drunk in my whole life :'' Look, I love this song, or it wouldn't be in my top 5, it's a banger, it's fun and it's been stuck in my head since the first time I heard it in the studio version (the live rendition sucks, I know you all know but choose not to acknowledge it c:), I actually like the way it has two very different styles and the moment it leaves the rappish part to basically become the Carameldansen makes me fall from the chair every time It does deserve to do well. Does it deserve to win though? Ehhhh personally no, I don't think this is enough

3) Serbia - This year every time I think I have listened to the most feverdream-ish song of the line-up there comes another right after to prove me wrong lmao This is so weirdly composed, it pulls my nerves right out of me but like in a good way?? The part where Luke starts ''unplugging'' the dancers and his voice becomes low and rough gives me such a fine tingle in the stomach AHHHHH Serbia wants a win and it damn well shows, and maybe it won't happen this year but if they keep this up I don't think they will have to wait for much longer

2) Spain - this is genuinely amazing and I think it grew to be the only song that wouldn't make me want to set fire to the universe if it won in Sweden's place lol just because it's so ethnically artsy and well-sung and it has such sad melancholic good lyrics, plus I think Blanca would actually make a good winner ''Ay child, when I die let them bury me on the moon so that I'll see you every night, every night except one'' Best damn lyrics of the year hands down! This >>>>>>>>>>>>>> booty hypnotic

1) Sweden - The way she claims exactly every bit of the stage that she needs to, the way she shapes sound between her teeth, the desperation in her voice in the final part, the actual tattoo element which is important in her Berber culture, the creativity in the desert environment with both sand and sky, the double reference to the Atlas myth and the Atlas mountains, there's so much cool shit around this even if you don't like the song and so much to be happy about her participating again and so many people are choosing to stay mad for some of the most ridiculous reasons I've ever heard Unbelievable Not to mention that ''it's a song contest!!'' only when it fits their narrative I know she probably won't, it would be way too perfect and eurofans this year have decided that making literal history isn't cool, but IF she does…

#eurovision 2023 #personal top #last day with my heart still in one piece let's go

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golden--doodler · 1 year

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Hey there it's me :D! Just gotta ask you back your, hmm, favorite bobs burgers episodes?

Omg, thank you so muchhhhh this question is too good (and also too hard ahhhhhhhhhh there are just so many and too many good episodes). This show, I swear, so thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble about it. I shall try to make a Top Ten or Top Eleven episodes, depending on how I feel right now:

--First of all, I gotta mention Season 3, Episode 7 "Tina-Rannosaurus Wrecks" because of that iconic opening scene alone, oh my lord, Tina (Tina, you're kinda gonna hit the only other car in the parking lot. TINA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD EITHER TURN AWAY OR STOP YOU'RE GONNA, HIT THE BRAKES--). Also, that freaking scene of Bob and Linda pretending their kids drowned because of the dark humor alone and Bob just ripping his shirt and shouting, I can't.

--Season 3, Episode 16 "Topsy" also keeps coming back as one of my favorites because Gene's song "Electric Love" is just so--how did he write this, it's such a beautiful masterpiece, it plays on repeat in my head, it's the best love song ever. Also, Louise just having beef with the teacher, Mr. Dinkler, is quite entertaining. And Gayle and Mr. Fischoeder having a romance that only lasts this episode is pretty great.

--Season 4, Episode 3 "Seaplane!" is great as well just because of how loyal Linda is to Bob ("Yeah, I'm married, you idiot!"). And also her headbutting Kurt and saying "I was gonna punch you, but I'm holding wine" is hilarious. Plus, it's great seeing Bob and Linda each have an awesome moment with Bob cutting the rope and Linda navigating the plane upwards at the last moment. And Tina having her moment fantasizing about kissing a bunch of people on the island, hahaha.

--The Wharf Horse Season 4 two-part finale is a masterpiece and no one can tell me otherwise, God, why does this two-part finale continuously live rent-free in my bed (it has ever since I watched it for the first time, and I vividly remember watching it for the first time). "Nice Things Are Nice" and "Bad Things Are Bad" are a couple of my absolute FAVORITE numbers of the show, they're just structured so perfectly and satisfyingly, it's almost hard to put into words why I love them so much ("Ooh, I love this dress, does it come in size three?"). And the outro for part one is incredible, shout out to John Roberts because yes. I just love the little things in this episode--in my opinion, this two-parter is a better introduction to Felix Fischoeder than his actual introduction (yes, I do enjoy that episode, and I'm sorry if I offended anyone, and I do love how he changes up the bathroom and the new design is kept for the rest of the series) but he's just so deliciously malicious in this two-parter before eventually having a change of heart, only for Fanny to swoop in. These were definitely the biggest stakes the show had before the movie swooped in with Grover Fischoeder and Cotton Candy Dan's murder, and I love the family reaffirming their love for each other when they think they're gonna die. And the detail that Bob was told about Linda being pregnant with Louise on the Ferris Wheel and screaming. Also shoutout to Tina for at least trying to save Mr. Goiter and being absolutely adorable as a toddler.

--I also really like Season 5, Episode 5 "Best Burger" and I don't know if that's an unpopular opinion or not. I love that it's one of the first big Gene and Bob moments we get, with Bob telling Gene that he loves Gene, faults and all, it's adorable (I could talk all day about why I love Bob and Gene's relationship in particular). Also the gag with the kids telling the storeowner they ban him when he tries to ban them, hahahahah. And then the judges hating Jimmy Pesto Sr.'s burger at the end is so satisfying.

--Also love Season 6, Episode 1 "Sliding Bobs" simply because it told the story of how Bob and Linda met (Boblin forever--I could also talk all day about why I love them). The rest of the episode I might not rank as high, only because it mainly just consists of the kids telling random "What-If" stories, but Tina's "What-If" story with Linda marrying Hugo instead is actually hilarious, especially Louise calling Tina a monster for making Charlize so sweet.

--Season 7, Episode 5 "Large Brother, Where Fart Thou?" because Gene actually being a big brother and standing up for Louise is just the best and sweetest thing ever. Also, Bob and Linda tripping out on weed cookies together is amazing ("We're old! We have kids!" :O).

--Season 7, Episode 18 "The Laser-Inth" because Bob is at his best in this episode as a Father. His comforting Gene after Gene has sensory overload while watching the show is incredible, poor Gene, honestly, just because of how excited he was before they got there. And then Gene actually enjoying the song when Bob just plays it in the car, and then them figuring out a way to sneak back in. Oh yes, this episode also contains one of my favorite inappropriate Gene lines (still have no idea if he knew what he was doing or not with this line): "Just imagine being in there, having an incredible climax!" And also when Bob mishears Gene at the end "I love you too son! :D" awwwwwwww. The side plot is kinda fun, too, but admittedly not as memorable as the main plot. I do love seeing Gretchen again, and Louise actually getting attached to her dinner doll, and Tina, despite her fear of the dolls, wants to give Louise a chance to sneak it out and keep it. It's nice but pretty simple.

--Season 8, Episode 21 "Something Old, Something New, Something Bob Caters For You" just has my whole heart because of how freaking sweet it is the entire time, it's almost like a cupcake in episode form. Linda comforting Bob and trying to remind him that he does make a difference making burgers, and then her realization that the couple they're catering for DO care about each other and lot and WILL make it after all is just great, and the fact that a couple fell in love in the restaurant in the first place is so, so heartwarming. The kids' subplot is pretty simple, but actually pretty sweet as well because they're just hanging out and having a contest to photobomb as many pictures as they can, it's great. And Louise actually upholds her word at the end when she loses. Also good lord, what was Bob looking up that had Linda so impressed and even slightly turned on? Hahaha.

--Season 3, Episode 10 "Mother Daughter Laser Razor", because Louise affirming the fact that she does, in fact, care about Linda is just very nice. Also, the flashback with Linda and Louise as a baby had me in stitches. Also, that scene where Louise punches Logan for liking "Freaky Friday". Ooh, ooh, and the "Where is Harry Truman" song. Wonderful. Plus, I love how much Gene wants to get his legs shaved like Tina and Bob.

--And finally, after a lot of deliberation, the last episode on the main list is Season 5, Episode 17 "The Itty Bitty Ditty Committee". I love seeing how Gene's band came to be and just learning that he only knows one chord is hilarious. It was interesting seeing him question if music was the right path for him, only for Tina and Louise to sweep in and remind him why he loves it so much in the first place.

Here are some Honorable Mentions (episodes I also love but didn't quite make the full cut):

--I gotta mention Season 4 Episode 17 "The Equestranauts" real quick for giving Bob a tattoo which they kept for the rest of the series, and the lengths he went to for Tina in this episode. Also, her wanting to stop playing with toys after everything Bob went through and him getting super mad and forcing her to play with Chariot at the end pffffffffft.

--I have to mention Season 4, Episode 5 "Turkey in a Can" because of Bob's line "I'm straight. I mean... I'm mostly straight". Yes. Perfection. One of the best lines. And him remembering potty-training Tina is just so sweet, I love it.

--Season 7, Episode 9 "Bob Actually" because it's adorable all around, I love the Louise/Rudy kiss in particular and Louise slapping him, hahaha. Also, Bob learning breakdancing for Linda is incredible, he needs to do it more in the show.

--Season 10, Episode 1 "The Ring (But Not Scary)" deserves a mention because it seriously shows just how dedicated Bob is to Linda, getting her the engagement ring for her that he was never able to when they actually got engaged (made me very emotional). Also, Linda's speech to Bob about their love not being in a ring but in everything they built together is one of the most beautiful things ever. It just loses a few points because of the fact that dang it, I just wanted Linda to get the darn ring because even though she doesn't need it, she does deserve it. At least the kids were genuinely remorseful about losing it and seeing Nat the Limo Driver is always a treat.

--Season 11, Episode 6 "Bob Belcher and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Kids" is one I'm mentioning literally just because of the song in this episode. God, why do I love it so much??? Why is it so catchy??? I particularly love when Louise is just like "It's nice to get to blame someone else" when it's revealed Hugo started the fire. Is it kind of a copout having Hugo start it? Eh, maybe, but I still like the reveal because it absolves the kids from guilt after they've been completely wracked with it the entire episode. Also, it's just kinda funny, because he acts like an angry kid when Ron forces him to confess.

--I gotta mention Season 11, Episode 11 "Romancing the Beef" because of Hugo finally finding love (I have to admit I was convinced the entire episode that he didn't have anyone coming to meet up with him, but he actually did--good for him) and Bob and Linda saying some of the things they love about each other is the softest, most domestic thing ever, God, everything they do during the Valentine's Day episodes is the best. Also, the outro is hilarious and wonderful.

--Season 11, Episode 12 "Die Card, or Card Trying". Am I just mentioning this because of the outro? Yes. Yes, I am. "Candy Cane Moose" is a masterpiece. And it's always lovely seeing the kids when they were younger in family photos. Plus, I loved seeing Bob get so excited about a juicer Linda got him.

--The "Some Like it Bot" two-parter, Season 12, Episodes 21-22. I really, really dig the musical numbers in both of these episodes that make up the two-parter, especially the one in the second part ("This JPEG is amazing!"). It really does hurt seeing Tina be made fun of so harshly, and her trying to get revenge in such a harsh manner is almost hard to watch. But I love it for that. Also, the fantasy sequences that take place in the "Blade Runner"-inspired world Tina makes up are super fun as well. Also poor Bob--glad they never showed who wrote the graffiti, but I also can't help but be super curious as to who did. It's also interesting seeing Tina actually making some peace with Tammy, even though it doesn't last for that long.

--Season 13, Episode 10 "The Plight Before Christmas" simply because the ending of this episode was EVERYTHING, easily one of the best in the series. It might even be my favorite Christmas episode. I love seeing Louise show her softer side again, her poem legitimately had me in tears. Also, Gene saving the show the sixth graders are putting on was absolutely glorious, and showing him telling Ms. Merkin the entire story during the dialogue-less montage was so sweet. Plus, the outro is just really nice, another one of my favorite outros I didn't mention in my ask to you.

--I gotta mention Season 3, Episode 14 "Lindapendent Woman", because of Linda and Bob's song together and their meeting up again in the store only to get interrupted by a shrimp, I can't with these two. Also, Teddy saying that Linda controls the thermostat masterfully is hilarious, and getting upset that Bob can't do it right. Also, it's extremely impressive that Linda has such a complex monetary system to keep the restaurant from going under. She's so dedicated, it's amazing.

--Season 9, Episode 16 "Roamin' Bobiday", literally just because that ending musical number made me cry, it's so freaking beautiful. Bob's passion is so palpable. Also, seeing the flashback to when he first got burnout is terrifying and hilarious.

--Season 11, Episode 7 "Diarrhea of a Poopy Kid", because I love "Turkey I Need You Beside Me" with all of my heart, and Bob's whole speech about loving to feed Gene is adorable, and just them bonding over turkey/other food during the outro, I love. The stories everyone tells are fun, but unfortunately not nearly memorable enough to be put on the regular list. Plus, I just have to say it's not an actual Thanksgiving episode like all the others.

--Finally, I must mention Season 5, Episode 1 "Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl" because that song is so glorious. Gene is somehow so incredible at writing music in this universe. Also love seeing Courtney back, and her and Gene working together.

I could list so many more episodes (tbh, I want to list them all, but that would defeat the purpose). I'm sure there were so many more I wanted to mention but these were all the definite highlights (also, the initial list wasn't in any particular order, I just wrote them as I remembered them). Did I put more episodes in the Honorable Mentions than in the actual list? Yes, yes I did.

I really loved doing this, actually!

#bobs burgers #bob belcher #linda belcher #tina belcher #gene belcher #louise belcher #favorite episodes #im screaming #this is too good #i love this show so much #thank you #Tina is highkey a menace when she drives but I love her for it #Linda is a great spouse #bob belcher being the best partner

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Tyson Fury and Oleksandr Usyk Make Grand Arrivals ahead of Saturday's UNDISPUTED SHOWDOWN

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Published: May 14, 2024

RIYADH, Saudi Arabia (May 14, 2024) — Heavyweight history will be made soon in The Kingdom. WBC/Lineal champion Tyson Fury (34-0-1, 24 KOs) and WBO/IBF/WBA ruler Oleksandr Usyk (21-0, 14 KOs) will battle for the undisputed heavyweight crown this Saturday at Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. The winner becomes the division's first undisputed champion since Lennox Lewis accomplished that feat in 1999. On Tuesday at Boulevard Riyadh City, the main event combatants and undercard fighters made their grand arrivals. The pageantry was befitting one of the most anticipated heavyweight fights in modern memory, a long-simmering rivalry that will play out in four days. Fury has been the lineal champion for nearly nine years and is coming off last October's decision over Francis Ngannou in Riyadh. Usyk survived a tough challenge before knocking out Daniel Dubois in the ninth round last August in Poland. After a Fury cut suffered in sparring scuttled their original Feb. 17 fight date, the world's top heavyweights are finally in the same location. The Fury-Usyk card is available on Top Rank on ESPN+ PPV in the United States beginning at 12 p.m. ET/9 a.m. PT. The pay-per-view undercard features a pair of world title fights. In the co-feature, cruiserweight king Jai Opetaia (24-0, 19 KOs) puts his Ring Magazine belt on the line against Mairis Breidis (28-2, 20 KOs), the man he dethroned for the IBF world title in July 2022. The vacant IBF world title will also be at stake in this highly anticipated rematch. The fighting pride of Wales, IBF junior lightweight world champion Joe Cordina (17-0, 9 KOs), defends his strap against Belfast native Anthony Cacace (21-1, 7 KOs). At Tuesday's grand arrivals, this is what Fury, Usyk, and Top Rank Chairman Bob Arum had to say. Tyson Fury “It feels absolutely fantastic to be in the great Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I’m feeling fantastic. I can’t wait to put a good show on. There’s so many people coming. It’s such an event. All the big stars are here. It’s going to be epic. I can’t wait for Saturday night.” “If I was fighting an old dosser on Saturday night who had five fights and lost them all, it would be very important to me. Every fight I’ve ever had is important to me. Every little fight along the way was important to me. I believe that every left and right turn I’ve ever taken in my life, every time I’ve fallen over, and every time I’ve climbed up was all leading to this moment. It’s destiny.” "I predict that somebody's '0' has got to go. And it's going to be that team over there, unfortunately for them. Oleksandr Usyk is a great fighter. Olympic gold medalist, cruiserweight world champion, heavyweight world champion. But, unfortunately for him, he has to come against the great Tyson Fury in the era of me. I'm really looking forward to Saturday night.” “Even if he had 20 million people screaming his name, they cannot fight for him on the night. And when there's two men in there on the night, it's going to be very daunting when he has the undertaker in the ring with him." Oleksandr Usyk "I feel good. I'm very happy to be here. Saturday is a special day because I will have the opportunity to become undisputed for a second time. It's great. It's very good for me. It's very important for my country. I like that." "I have a plan. It's a better plan. And it's a great plan." "I really appreciate the support from my fans and Ukrainian soldiers. I love my fans." Bob Arum "Unfortunately, we don’t see enough of these events in boxing. The undisputed heavyweight championship of the world occurs so infrequently that it’s almost like a blue moon coming. And now, on Saturday night, we will have the undisputed heavyweight championship of the world here in Riyadh. And that means that after this fight, there is one 'Baddest Man on the Planet,' the undisputed heavyweight champion. That means everything in the sport of boxing. That means everything for fans who love boxing."

Saturday, May 18 Top Rank on ESPN+ Pay-Per-View (12 p.m. ET/9 a.m. PT)

Tyson Fury vs. Oleksandr Usyk, 12 rounds, Undisputed Heavyweight World Title Jai Opetaia vs. Mairis Briedis 2, 12 rounds, Vacant IBF and Opetaia's Ring Magazine Cruiserweight World Titles Joe Cordina vs. Anthony Cacace, 12 rounds, Cordina's IBF Junior Lightweight World Title Frank Sanchez vs. Agit Kabayel, 12 rounds, WBC Heavyweight Title Eliminator Moses Itauma vs. Ilja Mezencev, 10 rounds, Vacant WBO Intercontinental Heavyweight Title Mark Chamberlain vs. Joshua Oluwaseun Wahab, 12 rounds, Vacant WBC Silver Lightweight Title Sergey Kovalev vs. Robin Sirwan Safar, 10 rounds, Cruiserweight Daniel Lapin vs. Octavio Pudivtr, 10 rounds, Vacant WBA Intercontinental Light Heavyweight Title

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#HF #Tyson Fury #Oleksandr Usyk #Heavyweight championship

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 26: Death Row

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 4 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: scary situation, sickness, mild swearing, violence, typical TWD ❧ Word Count: 5k

❧ In This Chapter: A horrible illness has its grips on the inhabitants of the prison, including you. Daryl leads a mission to find medicine, but is frustrated by Bob's transgression. Near death, you are greeted by a familiar face before the Governor returns to take the prison for himself.

❧ A/N: Because last chapter was kinda dry imo (I can say that because I wrote it lol) I thought I'd spice things up by giving you guys the next chapter which is a bit more dramatic I think! Mainly because Reader gets sick and I like to see her suffer apparently. References to this song.

It started with an incessant scratching in your throat, not too long after the incident with Tyreese in D Block.

You told yourself it was from the strain you put on your voice when you were yelling at him, pleading for him to spare Daryl and Rick in his rage, but the worse it got, the more you were certain it was something else.

You separated yourself from Daryl, shutting yourself up in your cell for the rest of the day. When he came in, your entire body and head was wrapped up under the covers. You were determined to wash them later so as not to contaminate Daryl, but for now you just needed sleep. Not that you got any, though. Your body was constantly alternating between extreme heat and extreme cold, and every inch of you ached and throbbed.

Daryl kneeled down next to you. You didn’t even notice he was there until his gruff voice tore you from your frightened thoughts. “Hey,” he said, resting his hand on your blanketed shoulder. “You feelin’ okay?” There was a tinge of worry in his voice, the same tone he only used with you.

You stirred uncomfortably before realizing Daryl was so close to you. “I—I think I’m getting sick. You shouldn’t be close to me. I need to… get myself to isolation. I just—just needed to… lie down for a bit.” You panted out your words with great effort, with a few dry coughs in between.

He pulled the cover back to reveal your face. Any color you had was completely drained, and your lips and eyes were crusty with the dried out fluids leaking from them. You frowned as he looked at you with worried eyes. “I look that bad, huh?” you asked.

He shook his head, swallowing hard. “We gotta get you to Dr. S. Now.”

After being practically carried by Daryl to Cell Block A, or Death Row, as it once was known as, he laid you down on the furthest bed from the other “inmates.” In his heart of hearts, he wanted to believe you weren’t really sick, so putting you furthest away from the ones who were was his way of ensuring you wouldn’t catch what they had, though you knew you had it.

He helped change you out of your clothes and situated you in one of his own sleeveless shirts you’d been wearing to bed lately. He tried not to notice the lack of vibrancy that was usually present in your skin as he undressed you.

Laying you down, he tucked you in underneath several blankets, and then left you briefly to bring back more from your cell.

“Daryl,” you coughed, “I’m not going to need that many blankets.” You might, though. While you weren’t cold at that moment, in a few minutes you might’ve been.

“Better to have too many blankets than not enough,” he said.

You snorted, still in high enough spirits to laugh at his overprotectiveness. “I think I’m the luckiest inmate on death row,” you rasped.

Daryl looked down at you seriously. “Yeah, well you’re gettin’ outta here. I’m gonna make sure of it.” He knelt down and took your hand in his. “We had a council meeting. I figured you needed to rest so I let ya, but we’re goin’ on a supply run to get meds.” He paused for a moment to brush your hair back. “Place is a few days away, but it’s the closest chance we got.”

You nodded, looking up at him with hazy eyes. “Daryl,” you started to say, “I—I’m probably going to get worse before then. I might not even make it that long, the way it’s going.”

He shook his head. “Nah, don’t say that. You ain’t that bad.”

“No,” you agreed. “Not yet. But… didn’t you see the others? And how quickly Patrick died? He was fine one day, then that night he just… died.”

Daryl squeezed your hand tightly, his lips forming a rigid straight line and his eyebrows furrowing. “It ain’t gonna happen. Not to you. It can’t.”

“It can,” you said. “And it might.” You swallowed hard as you looked at him, his face so clear and yet so muddied with worry. “I could die. You need to know that.” Your eyes began to water.

Daryl looked down at his feet, still not entirely able to process what you were saying. “I’m gonna get ready to go. I’ll be back to say goodbye.” He kissed your forehead sweetly, despite your complaints that he shouldn’t kiss you.

When he came back, you were about to begin dozing off into an uncomfortable sleep, but the sound of the gate opening brought you back to reality. “Hey, handsome,” you croaked.

He walked towards you, kneeling down again next to you. “Brought ya somethin’,” he said, unveiling your geode in his palm and showing it to you. “Thought it would bring ya good luck while I’m gone.”

You smiled, taking the glittering geode that still shone and sparkled with the same vibrancy and magic it had that first night he cracked it open for you. Sometimes you couldn’t believe you’d been able to hold onto it for so long.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “What about yours?” you asked.

He reached into his satchel and pulled out the other smaller half. “Takin’ it with me.”

You beamed at him, your smile brightening your sallow, tired face so much it was like you weren’t even sick for just a moment or two. “Good,” you said. “It’ll remind you to come back so it can be with its other half.”

He smiled. “I will,” he said. He lowered his head and shrugged awkwardly, anticipating the vulnerable thing he was about to say. “My other half’s here, too.”

You smirked at the corny line. “You’re such a softie.”

He leaned over to kiss your cheek. It nearly burnt him with how hot it was. “You need anythin’, water or somethin’?” He asked, looking directly at your still completely filled up water from the last time he filled it for you only thirty minutes ago.

“I’m fine, Daryl. You get on the road and bring back something to help these people. And be careful.”

Daryl nodded. “I will. And when I get back, you’re the first one gettin’ that medicine in ya.”

You smiled sadly. “If I’m still here, you mean.”

He shook his head. “Nah, you’re gonna be fine. Just try to hang on.”

“I love you,” you said, afraid it would be the last time you could tell him that. “So, so, so much.”

“Love you, too. I’ll see ya soon.”

You used to think time was going by faster in this new world. Now that you were sick, it went by ten times slower.

It was the worst, most progressive sickness you’d ever experienced, and, as you predicted, it just got worse and worse with the hours passing on that slow, slow day.

There was also a shortage of doctors. Bob was a field medic in the army, but he had gone off with Daryl, Michonne, and Tyreese on the run. He was needed to identify the correct medications. Meanwhile, all you had at the prison was Dr. S and Hershel, and Dr. S had fallen sick, too.

Hershel, on the other hand, was instructed by Rick and the rest of the council not to interact with the sick. Still, he came into your cell to check up on you.

“Hershel, what are you doing in here?” you asked between coughs.

He approached your bed with a bandana mask covering his nose and mouth and a mug of some steaming liquid in his hands. “We haven’t got any medicine right now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be helpful.”

He gently lifted your pillow so you could sit upright. Allowing him to maneuver you, you sat up straight and took a cautious sip of the strange berry colored brew. You were going through a cold phase, so the warmth trickling down your dry throat was a welcome relief. “What is this?”

“Elderberry tea,” he said. “Freshly picked. It’s a natural flu remedy. Helps keep the fever down.”

You nodded, taking a few more short sips of the tea and struggling to swallow with your aching throat.

“How you feelin’?” he asked.

You were silent for a moment. “The worst I’ve ever felt in my whole life,” you said, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You leaned forward to cough harshly, covering your mouth with your hand so as not to infect Hershel.

When you felt a wetness in your palm, you pulled away to reveal a spattering of red. Looking at the blood for a while, you began to tear up. “I’m going to die.”

Hershel rested a hand on your shoulder. “No, you won’t. You’ll get through this, (Y/N). Daryl will be back soon with the medicine, and that will help you. Right now, you just need to hang on.”

You shook your head, then laid yourself back down. “I’m not sure how long I can hang on,” you panted, simply out of breath from speaking.

Daryl’s group had been out for a day now. When they finally got to the veterinary college Hershel directed them to, things were going relatively smoothly.

Everyone filled up their bags with the meds and supplies that were needed to help the sick folks back at the prison. Well, everyone except Bob.

Bob had confided in Daryl that he had an alcohol problem earlier that day, and that was what got Zack killed back at the store. He picked up a bottle, then slammed it back down so hard it took the entire shelf down and brought on the walkers until the ceiling caved in.

Still, Daryl didn’t think Bob was directly responsible for his death. But when the group discovered that Bob’s bag was filled with booze instead of medicine, Daryl had a big problem.

The bag had inadvertently been flung to the ground, with the shattering of glass punctuating its fall. Daryl stepped over to the bag with a suspicion that proved to be correct. He pulled out the bottle of liquor that poked out from the opening.

“You got no meds in your bag?” he asked, looking down at the bottle, then back up at Bob seriously as he held up the alcohol. “Just this?” The rage was building up so fast he could hardly see past the blood in his eyes. In that moment, he regretted picking up Bob more than anything. “You shoulda kept walking that day.”

He was about to fling the bottle overhead into the crowd of walkers that had accumulated below them as they stood on the roof, but Bob was quick to reach for his gun. “Don’t,” he said.

Daryl approached the man with a fury he hadn’t felt since Jerome, only now he was thinking of how you might die because Bob didn’t pack any meds. Coming nose to nose with the man, Daryl took the gun from Bob’s holster and growled in his face. The man could only look down in shame.

Daryl grabbed him by his vest. “People might die ‘cause of you,” he said. “(Y/N) might die… and you killed ‘em.”

“Just let it go, Daryl,” Tyreese yelled to him. “The man’s made his choice. Nothin’ you can do about it. Just gotta let it go.”

Daryl released Bob from his iron grip, still glaring at him and breathing hard with rage.

“I didn’t wanna hurt nobody,” Bob said, still looking down. “It was just for when it gets quiet.”

Daryl shoved the bottle into his chest. “Take one sip,” he growled. “When those meds get into our people, I will beat your ass into the ground. You hear me?”

You were in and out of a restless, sweaty sleep for a day now. When you finally woke up the night after Daryl left, you struggled to breathe. It felt like your throat was closing in, but somehow you managed to keep breathing.

Maybe it was the hope that Daryl would come back to you soon and you’d be able to see him again, if only for one last time before you died. Though that was true, the more pressing matter convincing you to stay alive was the threat of the newly turned walkers crawling all over death row.

You tried with all your might to muster up some semblance of strength to fight them off as they feasted on other sick people, but you couldn’t even move your legs with how numb they were.

In an attempt to wake your aching limbs, you reached down and picked them up manually, tossing them over the side of the bed with much effort. Luckily, your cell was latched shut so the walkers couldn’t get in, but that wasn’t the same for the others.

“Everyone, stay in your cells!” you heard Hershel yell out.

Upon hearing his voice, muffled as it was, you willed the life into your legs and grabbed your knife from your bedside table. You were wheezing and breathing so heavily you thought you’d pass out from lack of oxygen, but you weren’t going to let everything fall apart more than it already had.

Unlatching your cell door with great effort, you stumbled into the center of the cell block and summoned all your strength to kill a few walkers in your path before kneeling down by Hershel as he was fighting back a walker on the ground. Raising your knife shakily, you plunged the knife into the back of the walker’s head.

Falling backwards, you lost consciousness.

In and out of an intense fever dream, you saw Hershel’s aged face hovering over you. “(Y/N),” he said repeatedly. The next thing you felt was the soft but firm mattress you’d come to know so well underneath you, the sound of the springs echoing in your head. “Stay put,” Hershel instructed you.

Your vision blurred and soon you were seeing double. When Hershel left your frame of vision, you closed your eyes and could only hear the sounds of snarling and occasional gunshots in the distance. You tossed your head back and forth, trying desperately to stay awake.

Between coughing up blood all over yourself and sweating profusely, your entire face and body were soaked. When brief flashes of Daryl’s face popped into your line of sight, you tried to speak but physically couldn’t, only emanating a rattling sound that you couldn’t even hear. You did, however, catch Daryl’s voice and his lips saying something to you, but it came out so muffled you didn’t even process it.

Throughout the strange poking and prodding in your arm and the insertion of a tube down your throat, you swore you heard your brother’s voice calling out to you. It wasn’t muffled like the voices of Daryl and Hershel, it was clear as a bell. At first you couldn’t see him, but then he appeared when you closed your eyes.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said to you. “I’ve been wondering where you were.”

You tossed your head in a daze, your eyes still closed so you could see him. “I’ve been here,” you mumbled, your voice hoarse and scratchy. “Been here…”

He smiled brightly at you, that same smile he always had. He was always so damn positive. You used to hate it when you were a teenager, but when you grew up his optimism became infectious. You smiled a little back at him, just a slight upturn of the corners of your lips. It was all you could manage, but for him you’d do it.

“You’re dying, (Y/N).”

You heard a muffled shouting of your name. Your eyes didn’t open again for a while as you felt a numbness flow throw your body. You tried to speak but your mouth couldn’t even open. It was like you lost control of everything in one split second, but you could still somehow see that bright face beaming at you.

“You’re dying, but you can’t—not now. Your people need you… I need you.” His face turned serious.

Every sense left you, but you could still hear that muffled scream calling out to you, crying with so much sorrow and helplessness.

“Do you remember that song Grandma used to play? You know, on that old record player at their old house… what was it called…” He thought for a moment.

A sudden jolt of life sparked within you. Your senses returned to you gradually as you heard the melody of that old song in your head, and you felt the aged skin of your grandmother’s hand twirling you around slowly as you danced with her, your older brother looking on and watching the two of you with an amused smile. “We—We’ll… Meet Again,” you mumbled quietly. “Vera… Lynn… some… sunny day.”

He smiled. “That’s right, you always did have a better memory.” You felt the slightest sensation of a familiar hand holding your face. “We’ll meet again,” he echoed. “Don’t know where, don’t know when. But I know we’ll meet again— some sunny day…”

His voice trailed off, and his visage disappeared. You moaned in confusion, repeating his name under your breath.

“(Y/N),” a gruff voice called out to you, much clearer now than before. “(Y/N)?”

Your eyelids struggled to lift, but slowly the dim light from the lantern filled your eyes. Suddenly, you found yourself gasping for air. Your eyes now wide open, only taking in the bottom of the bunk above you, you felt a horrible hard plastic tube snaking down your throat.

“Jesus, what’s happening?!” Daryl asked Hershel urgently.

Hershel sat himself down next to you and began pumping air into you with the bag attached to the tube. “She’s catching her breath again. The medicine’s kicking in.”

When you could breathe steadily again, you drifted off into another fever dream, barely able to even comprehend your brief bout of consciousness.

Your eyes fluttered open naturally sometime later. Your body ached still, but much less, and your fever had reduced significantly. Even your throat was much less on fire than it had been. You had no idea how long you were out, but you didn’t have that horrible tube in your throat, so you counted yourself lucky.

“(Y/N).” You heard Daryl’s gruff voice come from beside you. Turning your head, you laid eyes on him sitting right next to you, your hand held tightly in his. He beamed at you, his teeth peeking out from behind his slightly open lips. “You’re awake.”

You smiled at him hazily. “Mmm,” you hummed as he brushed your cheek with his hand. “How long was I asleep?” You looked down and noticed the IV in your arm.

“Ever since I got back last night.”

“You got the medicine?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I got it, baby.”

You squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”

“Daryl saved your life last night,” Hershel said as he hobbled into the cell on his makeshift leg. “Thought you were gone when he got to you, then moved like a bat out of hell to get that medicine in you. Before it kicked in, we almost lost you. He got back just in time.”

Daryl looked down at your hand in his and blushed at the praise from Hershel. You looked at him in awe. “How bad was I?”

Daryl met your gaze. “You uh, stopped breathin’ at one point. Had to put a tube down ya.” Daryl gestured to his neck and mimicked the position of the tube.

“Then the meds kicked in and reduced your fever,” Herschel added. “Now you should be able to fight the infection.”

“Thank you, Hershel,” you said.

“Like I said,” he shrugged, “Daryl saved you. I was just supervising.”

The old man left to go check on the others, namely Glenn and Sasha who had also been infected.

Daryl kept a hold of your hand for so long you thought you’d lose feeling in it, but the warmth was always there.

“You uh… said some weird stuff just before you almost—” He couldn’t even say the word. He shook the thoughts from his head.

“What did I say?” You knew you had a tendency to talk in your sleep, but you couldn’t even imagine what you were saying in your near-death stupor.

“Somethin’ like… we’ll meet again, some sunny day, I don’ know.”

You smiled. “Really?”

He laughed a little. “Yeah,” he smirked at you. “Woulda thought it was cute if I wasn’t shittin’ myself thinkin’ I was losin’ you.”

You squeezed his hand again and brought it up to your lips, leaving a small kiss there. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The two of you were silent for a while, just looking at each other in complete awe of one another. “That was an old song, We’ll Meet Again,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. “My grandma used to play it for us a lot, me and my brother. My grandpa fought in World War II, and that song helped her get through it.”

Daryl looked at you sweetly. “Did he come back?”

You nodded your head, careful not to nod too harshly for fear of your still fragile head falling off. “He did,” you said. “If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been born.”

“Glad he came back, then.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Me too.”

Daryl carried you back to your cell after getting the go-ahead from Hershel. You made one complaint about the bed not being as comfortable, so he didn’t hesitate to relocate you, being sure to bring both halves of your precious geode with you.

When the explosion hit a few hours later, you were still in bed.

Daryl was in the tombs with Rick and Tyreese, and he stopped by your cell to make sure you were okay.

“Daryl, what was that?” you asked, now on your feet and getting dressed, albeit dizzily.

“I dunno,” he said. “You stay here. We’re gonna check it out.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m going with you.” You strapped your knife, your handgun, and your axe to your belt before slinging your rifle over your shoulder.

You began to head out of the cell, but you remembered your geode. Tossing your half into the deep pocket of your jean jacket, you followed Daryl and Rick out to the fence.

Meeting up with the others, you saw a line of cars parked outside the furthest fence, with a giant military tank in the center. You could see several figures between the cars, and one on top of the tank that looked familiar.

“Rick!” he called out. “Come down here, we need to talk.”

The Governor.

There was suspicion that he was still alive. Michonne had even gone out almost everyday looking for him for the past five months. Still, there wasn’t ever any concrete evidence to indicate he was still around, until now.

“It’s not up to me!” Rick yelled back. “There’s a council now. They run this place.”

“Is Hershel on the council?” the Governor asked.

Your eyes widened when they brought out Hershel, the sweet old man who’d helped you and your people so much in the last year and a half, who you'd seen in the prison only hours earlier.

“What about Michonne?” the vile man continued. They brought her out next and forced her and Hershel to kneel down together, both of them with their hands tied. “You’re making the decisions today, Rick. Come down here, let’s—let’s have that talk.”

Rick went down by the outer fence to talk to him, and Daryl stood by you and the others. “We can’t take ‘em all on,” he said. “We’ll go through the admin building through the woods like we planned. We ain’t got the numbers no more.”

Daryl moved a large bin full of weapons over to your group, and handed out a gun to everyone. You kept your rifle ready to shoot, letting the barrel poke through one of the holes in the chain link fence. Daryl stood beside you, also holding a gun ready to fire while Rick spoke to the Governor.

Between the distance and the stuffiness of your sinuses, you couldn’t hear anything they said, which made the anticipation so much worse. Just looking at his small army, they’d be able to wipe you all out in a second, but not without a fight.

“Things go south,” Daryl whispered to you, “you stay close to me. All times. Don’t wanna get separated.”

You swallowed hard, the midday sun beating down on you, causing you to sweat even more than you already were from your illness. “Okay,” you said simply.

When the Governor jumped down from the tank and was handed Michonne’s katana, your heart started racing. Even more so when he held the katana to Hershel’s neck. “Oh, God,” you said under your breath. You could hear Maggie and Beth crying near you.

After a few minutes, he swung the sword swiftly, lodging its blade in the middle of Hershel’s neck so that his head was still attached but halfway separated.

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. You didn’t cry, you were too enraged.

Rick shouted in fury and anguish, then fired the first shot, shooting the Governor in his arm. You all followed suit, shooting at the militia.

Despite your best efforts, the Governor advanced, sending the tank through your fence and ripping it down so quickly it made everything you worked so hard for seem worthless, like it could all be destroyed so effortlessly.

It was over, you knew it.

You and Daryl got in several kills, but it wasn’t enough to stop that tank. When you couldn’t fire anymore, you turned to him with a frightened look. “I’m out of ammo!” you yelled over the gunfire.

Just then, the tank began firing, bursting holes into the walls of the prison behind you. Daryl threw his body over yours and protected you from any shrapnel. “Get to the bus!” he yelled. “Now!”

It was the escape bus at the back of the prison. It was always stocked full of supplies, and ready to go in case of something like this. You shook your head wildly. “Not without you!” you cried. You knew Daryl would stay to the last possible second, and so would you. “I’m not leaving you.”

The tank burst through the last fence, the one closest to the prison. At this point, there were several gaping holes blown into the walls of the prison where the rest of your people were. If the Governor was planning on taking the prison for himself, he let his rage get in the way since it was worthless now.

You stood next to Daryl, both hid behind the filing cabinets you used as a barricade. You were able to snag another automatic rifle, but your ammo was running out quickly. When a walker snuck up behind you, you shot the thing immediately before it could take a bite out of Daryl, who was more or less preoccupied with the army trying to take you out.

Realizing you wouldn’t be able to stay there much longer, an idea popped into your head as you looked down at the corpse and Daryl kept firing. You jammed a stray piece of rebar through the walker’s skull, keeping the other end jutting out its back diagonally so you could use it as a kind of meat shield. “Daryl!” you yelled out to him. “Come on!”

He looked at you quickly before sending you behind him as he held the walker shield in place, using his one free hand to grab your arms and wrap them around his waist. “Hold on to me!” he yelled, beginning to walk forward towards the tank with the walker corpse held tightly in front of both of you. A rain of bullets started bursting through the walker, but it was thick enough to stop them before they hit Daryl.

You couldn’t see anything past Daryl and the walker, but you did see Daryl pull out a grenade and release the clip. “Grenade!” you heard the Governor’s men cry out as Daryl launched it at them. You ducked behind him when the pressure of the explosion reverberated through you.

With the men now thinning down, Daryl threw the corpse aside. “You all right?” he asked. You nodded and backed him up, shooting at the walkers swarming around you both and you tried to make your way out.

Passing by the tank, he tossed another grenade into the barrel of the tank, all the while holding your hand and pulling you with him. He wasn’t kidding when he said “stay close at all times.”

When the last man rolled out of the tank, Daryl pointed his crossbow at him. He raised his hands in surrender, but Daryl opted to shoot him in the heart instead of letting him go.

As you stood behind Daryl, you turned around at the sound of footsteps running towards you both. It was Beth, running frantically with a gun in her hands. “(Y/N)!” she yelled, slowing down as she approached you. You took her hand in yours. “I was trying to find the kids to get them on the bus,” she panted.

You shook your head. “The bus left. Everyone’s gone.”

Daryl looked at the walkers coming towards you, then back to you and Beth. “We gotta go,” he said simply. “We gotta go.” He took your hand in his, and the three of you left on foot, with the remains of your former home left to the inhabitance of the dead.

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Warning: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFW CONTENT! If you are under 18 or these types of posts make you uncomfortable, you may not want to read under the cut

Ayato’s NSFW Alphabet

All S T and M brothers linked at the end!

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A = Aftercare

Ayato goes FAST, which means he is roughly pounding you into the mattress and that results in soreness and bruises. At first he won’t notice but he’ll then try to take care of them and cuddle you.

B = Body Parts (Their favorites)

Your boobs of course. He loves admiring them, fondling them, sucking on them, biting them, kissing them, you name it

C = Cum

Ayato’s ego swells when he sees his cum on your face after a blowjob

D = Dirty Secrets

It’s not exactly a secret but he jerks off to the thought of you often

E = Experience

Maybe a little experience

F = Favorite Position

Missionary. He’s in control, has a great view of you, and can go lightning fast

G = Goofy (Are they goofy or serious)

He tries to be serious but sometimes when he says arrogant things they sound so ridiculous you can’t help but laugh

H = Hair (How trimmed are they? How do they prefer you?)

He trims if he needs to and he wants you trimmed so he has easy access

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic?)

Ayato can be very romantic, sometimes even dropping his arrogance and simply telling you he loves you

J = Jerking Off (Masturbation headcanons)

He definitely jerks off to the thought of you and loves when you jerk him off while he fingers you

K = Kink

Ayato has a blindfolding kink but he doesn’t indulge in it often (not him being blindfolded, blindfolding you)

L = Location (Favorite places to make love)

Mostly your shared bedroom but he won’t mind having sex elsewhere

M = Motivation (What turns them on)

When you stretch and push your boobs out, feeling your boobs or butt against him when cuddling, praising him with dirty undertones

N = No (Something they won’t do)

He doesn’t dislike you being assertive and initiating sex, but he won’t let you tie him up or penetrate him or spank him or anything like that

O = Oral (Preference of giving or receiving, how they like it, how they do it)

Ayato L O V E S blowjobs and he definitely enjoys reciprocating. He loves seeing your head bob up and down on his length and he circles your clit with his tongue and fingers you when he gives you oral

P = Pace (Are they fast, slow, moderate, speed up over time, etc)

Ayato goes fast because he loves seeing you scream and writhe around, grabbing at him desperately

Q = Quickie (Do they like them? Will they risk it?)

He likes them and will definitely do it

R = Risk (Are they willing to take risks)

Ayato will have sex with you without wearing a condom. Getting you pregnant would be hot to him anyway.

S = Stamina (How long can they go? How many rounds)

Ayato can go a loooong time and can stay hard after cumming multiple times

T = Toys (Do they like them? Want to use them on you? Want any used on them?)

Ayato finds it much more satisfying pleasuring you himself, but he’ll tease you with a vibrator

U = Unfair (Do they tease you? Hold back?)

Ayato wants you begging for him so he’ll tease you a lot, touching you ever so gently, rubbing his tip along your slit, kissing your neck softly, and grinning as you writhe under him, desperately bucking up your hips

V = Volume (How loud are they? And how loud do they want you to be?)

This man has an ego and as his significant other, it’s your job to fuel it. He wants you screaming his name so everyone knows you’re his. Ayato can be pretty loud, especially when he orgasms

W = Wild Card (Random sex headcanon)

Ayato loves to slowly and gently rub your clit

X = X-Ray (What’s going under those clothes?)

Nice and lean torso, nice collarbones, athletic build, average sized dick, cute butt

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Really damn high. He loves sex with you and is always down for it, even if you wake him up from a dead sleep or interrupt his takoyaki

Z = Zzz (How soon after do they fall asleep?)

Pretty soon. After any aftercare, he just snuggles you close and falls asleep.

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Among You and Me - Corpse x Reader Oneshot (part 2)

Fandom: Corpse, youtubers Warning: Profanity, a lot of swear words, fluffiness, quite long Pairing: Corpse x f!reader Summary: You and Corpse continues with your conversations and it makes you realize that you have feelings for each other.

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After Corpse had followed you on instagram the two of you talked like nonstop for days. It almost felt like you had known him for years. You had the same humor and he talked about some horror stories he wanted to do and you thought they sounded cool - but not wanting to admit that they scared you as well. You talked about school and how stressed out you were for the essays and exams that were coming up soon.

“I have an exam next Wednesday so I will be off the internet the whole day :(“ you wrote and buried your head in your pillow.

“That sucks big time.”

“It doesss.”

“Wait… Then you will miss my upcoming stream that day :(“

Shit, you thought. You really wanted to see his stream but right now you don’t have time for it. Which sucks even more than school.

“Probably, I’m sorry :(“ you said and locked your phone to get ready for school.

Corpse POV.

I read the message she sent again and didn’t know what to answer. My brain was so tired so it had problems with coming up with coherent replies. I was not prepared for how the feeling of hurt and sadness that came with that response.

Why did I react like this, of course she has other stuff to do than to watch my stream…

But I couldn’t shake the hurt feeling from my chest. Even though we only had talked for a couple of days it felt like we had known each other for longer than that. She felt like a close friend almost. And when she was with me on my streams, it reduced my anxiety and my nervousness to know that she was watching, somehow it eased my nerves a lot.

Why do I need you there with me to feel safe? he thought to himself and started to type in a response.

“It’s okay, nail those exams for me ;)” he hit send. Thoughts fucking exams that is keeping you away from my stream.

Wait, wait, where the fuck did that thought come from?

I shook my head, trying to think about something else. I pressed on (Y/N)’s profile on instagram and started to go through her feed. There were some selfies, some pictures of nature and different places where she had been. Some pictures with friends and some with her family. I stopped on a specific selfie of her. She looked so beautiful on it, all I could do was to admire it - and her. Then I did something I thought I’d never do. I took a screenshot of the photo and saved it as my background on my phone.

I will never meet her so this won’t do any harm, I told myself before I fell asleep.

Your POV.

You threw your bag at the couch and fell down face first in the bed. School was killing you at the moment and it wasn’t better with the essays that were piling up on your schedule. You groaned into the pillow and then took up your phone, one message from instagram. You opened it and it was from Corpse. Your heart made a little extra jump everytime you saw the name appear, and that he had answered you. You smiled and read the text.

“It’s okay, nail those exams for me ;)”

“I will try my best to ace them, just for you ;)” you felt bold writing the last part. But what the hell right?

You hit send and waited for him to respond. He was probably asleep now, knowing his weird sleeping schedule. Not wanting to wait the whole day - it would drive you nuts and also give you thoughts like “what if I’m annoying or disturbing him?” “what if my message woke him up and he’ll get mad and never want to talk to me again?” “what if…” you know?

You opened your texted book and tried your hardest to study, but it was hard when your mind was constantly wanders away to Corpse - the man that has been on your mind all the time lately and you didn’t mind it really.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone that you haven’t met? you thought. Because if it is so, then I’m fucked...

Corpse POV.

I must’ve slept for more than three hours for the first time in weeks because I almost didn’t feel dead. I looked over at my phone and I had two messages. One from Dave checking up on me and one from (Y/N). I checked (Y/N)’s message first.

“I will try my best to ace them, just for you ;)”

I got a warm feeling on my chest reading the last part, just for you. I liked that. I liked that a lot actually, more than I liked to admit to myself. I looked at my background picture and there she was smiling at me. Even though it was just a picture from instagram it felt like she smiled at me. And only to me. Some confidence sparked inside of me and I messaged her again.

“Can I get your number?”

Your POV.

You had taken a break from your studying and were watching Mark, Bob, Wade and Sean playing Phasmophobia. It was hilarious to watch. Your phone lit up and you had gotten a message from Corpse on instagram.

“Can I get your number?”

You stared at the message, he wanted your number. Your thumbs were typing but were shaking so bad, all this kinds of emotions can’t be good for you.

“Of course!” you typed and then wrote down your number to him. You hit send and bit nervously on your nails. Not long after you got a message from an unknown number.

Hey is this (Y/N)?

Yes is it! Corpse?

Oh thank god! I was nervous I had typed in it wrong and were messaging some weirdo.

You smiled at the two of you continued your conversations throughout the evening.

Some days later it was Wednesday and you had one of your exams. You were a little bit nervous but not a lot. You had tried your best to study, even with obvious distractions, and you had got some informations in your brain.

Wish me luck on my exam! you send to Corpse, knowing fully that he was sleeping, it was early in the morning, or perhaps he hasn’t even gone to bed yet. Yoy got a ding on your phone.

Good luck (Y/N), not that you need it you are a smart girl. But I know that you are going to kill it 🖤

The heart in the end made your heart jump.

How am I suppose to consentrate when he sends me stuff like that?

The exam went like a dream, you knew all the answers to all the questions and it went by fast. You felt pleased with yourself and looked at the clock and it was just before noon. Corpse livestream had just begun!

If I grab a quick lunch I can get home before it is over! you thought to yourself and walked as fast as you could towards the school cafeteria and then straight home.

You made it just in the middle of the stream, they were playing Among Us and Corpse were super nervous. You felt bad for him because you knew that he was great at the game. He didn’t have to be so hard on himself. An idea popped up in your head. You donated 10$ to his stream and wrote:

“You are doing great Corpse and my exam went great ;) much love (Y/N)”

Now you were just waiting to see if he will notice the message.

Corpse POV.

My hands were shaking so bad, more than usual. It was normal for me to be nervous before and during a stream but today my nerves were going crazy. I was making rookie mistakes as a impostor, like wtf I am supposed to be the number one impostor here.

Fuck I wish my hands would stop shaking so bad, why am I so nervous? Well I knew the answer to the question but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. (Y/N) wasn’t here watch and it sucked so bad. I felt lonely and anxious. I looked over at the chat and was that I had recieved a donation with a message.

“”You are doing great Corpse and my exam went great ;) much love (Y/N)” Why thank you-... Wait a minute, (Y/N)?” my voiced cracked at the end of the sentence and I am sure someone caughed up with my surprised and overly excited tone. I took up my phone and texted her fast.

Please tell me that was you who wrote that.

I waited and I saw the three dots going of, not helping with my anxiety one bit.

Yes it was me, I finished much earlier with my exam than I anticipated, so I hurried home to see your stream.

My heart became all warm over her message and I didn’t even notice that I had held my breath before I let out a huge sigh. She hurried home to watch me. My hands were shaking but not over my nervousness, but from excitement and, i don’t know happiness maybe. Three dots appeared again on the screen.

I couldn’t leave you alone when I know how nervous you get when you’re streaming.

Fuck... That sentence made me fall over the edge, if I haven’t already. I am falling for (Y/N) and I haven’t even met her...

Yet.

A/N: Upon many requests, here is part two! It made me so happy to see all the comments on my first oneshot and how well recieved it got. Thank you all so freaking much! :D

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Humans are weird: Assassins

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The soft light of the morning dawn slowly filtered into the room through cracks between the lavish curtains. Streaks of light bounded off the polished gold detailing of the rooms furniture and made the room appear as if the very stars themselves had come to adorn themselves upon the walls. So bright were the reflections that it managed to find their way underneath several layers of bed sheets and directly into the face of ambassador Glifin.

Roused from his seemingly peaceful sleep Glifin slowly pushed off the sheets one by one and rolled to his feet. The loud thuds of his hooves touching the floor sent a shudder through the room as he stood and stretched out, his general grogginess slowly shaking off. With a loud yawn finally leaving his throat he rose and shambled over to his desk to begin his day’s work.

Tonight he was hosting a party honoring visiting royalty from his home world on Argon. The prince had decided he wanted to visit this miserable planet he had been stationed on, though why anyone would want to visit this world was beyond him.

Glifin’s posting on the human homeworld had been sold to him as a great honor but in reality it had been a means to keep him from continuing his political rise. On Argon he had been a senator whose mere whisper was enough to make generals and minor nobles quiver in fear. His star struck ascension didn’t go unnoticed however and just before he was to be elected into the office of Artock Supreme and reside over the entire senate the royal family had stepped in and given him the position of ambassador to humanity.

Within the spam of a solar month he was shipped off the throne world and sent to this backwater dump of a world; were he had to smile and feign sincerity to these miserable sacks of flesh all the while his political powerbase slowly began to crumble in the senate.

Now fully consumed by feelings of dread over his situation Glifin did not hear the sudden knock at the door. Only after several more knocks did Glifin look up from his paper work.

“Come in.”

The door slowly opened and Glifin’s aide Jafal walked in and bowed.

“My apologies for disturbing you at this early hour, but Mr. Robinson has arrived with your evening wear for tonight’s event.”

Glifin nodded and shuffled his papers back into his desk and locked it just as a new figure entered the room.

“Say what you want about Argonian fashion, but they do have such a wonderful sense of aesthetics when it comes to room decoration.”

A slim human emerged from the doorway pushing a small cart with a metal rod built in holding up two clothing bags.

“You have a problem with Argonian styles?” Glifin said as he rose to his feet and walked over to Robinson as he pulled out a tiny box device and casually threw it down on the floor. The moment of contact it sprung open and in an instance a large set of mirrors emerged from it giving an impressive view from all sides.

“Oh far be it for me to question ones culture, “ Robinson continued as he opened the first bag and stepped aside for Glifin to see the contents, “but some would consider the amount of dead mammals your people adorn on themselves to be a tad morbid.”

From the corner of his eye Glifin saw Jafal’s face redden from anger but with a motion from his ambassador kept his tongue still.

“I would find it surprising for a human to find anything morbid with the amount of toxins you willingly consume.”

Robinson flashed a brief smile and shrugged. “You do have me there; personally caffeine will most likely be the end of me one day, but we’re not here to talk about my eventual demise.”

“An end that will come much sooner if you continue to waste my time with idle chatter.”

Humanities incessant need for small talk and idle conversation was something Glifin had never come to terms with; and this human fashion designer was by far the worst example he had ever put up with. Part of him viewed it as a challenge to see how long he could endure before snapping the tiny man’s neck, and though such a moment would no doubt bring him great pleasure the other part of him realized that Robinsons work was well regarded among prominent members of society. Not just with other humans, but with other alien dignitaries who had embassies on the human homeworld. It had been surprisingly an ambassador from the Hive that had recommended the human’s services when it was suggested that Glifin update his style to match his new role.

Walking up to the first black bag that Robinson had opened Glifin inspected the wardrobe.

Inside was a finely trimmed suit of Rygonian Leaper fur of a dark blue with a sash of Haponi tongue and a dashing pair of pants metal grey Roller Worm hide.

It was custom in Argonian culture to wear the skin of that which you have killed, thus the outfit before him was a prime example Glifin’s traditions.

“A fine work indeed,” Glifin said as he ran his fingers across the material, feeling the roughness against his skin. “For a human” he finished as he turned and smirked at Robinson.

“With the effort it took to obtain the materials you requested I would say it is nothing less than an example a miracle performed before your very eyes.”

Glifin stopped his examination of the attire and looked at the human. “For a miracle you sound so…displeased with your work.”

Robinson crossed his arms for a moment and pouted as if considering his next words.

“My work is perfection, I can assure you, but a man in my trade is not just meant to listen to the specifications of their client but their intention as well.”

“And your point?” Glifin queried.

After a moment he outstretched his hand and casually gestured to the Argonian clothing. “Is this really the message you want to be sending?”

Glifin looked at the suit again then back at Robinson. “I don’t understand.”

“If you go to the event dressed like this it will send the message that you still value your traditions, but I worry that it shows a disconnect with your current situation; almost as if you are attempting to relive the past.”

“You would appear as an old war hero trapped in past glories that the other guests would acknowledge, but not make to engage in conversation.”

Glifin opened to rebuke the human but stopped himself as he pondered the man’s words. Robinson stepped forward to the other black case. “Now this,” Robinson said as he slowly pulled down the zipper revealing the contents, “this would make you not only the talk of the party, but would make you the talk of the after party all the way back to your homeworld were many people would no doubt be very much interested in your on goings.”

“Each piece has been designed by some of the most dangerous animals on this planet, and in some cases far more ravenous then anything back on your respectable homeworld.”

Robinson went about and pointed out the specific materials used one by one.

“The body is made from a powerful species that inhabits the various swamps and wetlands around the globe with jaws so powerful they could cut you in two with a single bite.”

“Each of the buttons along the coat are the fangs of the most poisonous reptilian creatures on the planet; each one capable of killing a human let alone an Argonia ten times over with a single drop of their venom.”

“Now the pants I am particularly proud of as they are the skin of the deadliest hunter of all the planets seas. They can smell fresh blood from miles away and commonly take on prey twice their size.”

Gliffin heard Robinson go through the list of creatures but his expression remained emotionless.

“Why would these creatures be any more interesting than my own worlds?”

Robinson smiled. “Because everyone from your world already knows about them and have hunted the same creatures for generations. Yet I would be so bold as to wager my humble shop that none of them have ever faced down the black eyed stare of a great white shark, nor wrestled the deadly crocodile demons of the swamps, and most certainly have been quick enough to pluck out the teeth of rattle snakes just as they lunge to strike.”

“Neither have I,” Gliffin said with a hint of disgust in his tone, “and you would make a liar out of me for saying so.”

“My dear ambassador, who but you could say what you do or don’t in your free time?”

Robinson leaned forward and whispered into Gliffin’s ear “I am no doubt sure many of your females would find the idea of a striking Argonian such as yourself sneaking off to go hunting the unknown for sport a rather attractive quality.”

Glifin looked at the new set of clothing and then back at the original set of traditional clothes. He went back and forth for several moments before finally settling his gaze on the traditional garments.

“Take these away.”

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The lights outside Robinson’s humble shop slowly went off one by one as he walked between the displays straightening out garments and folding tossed aside pieces customers had casually put aside when the door rang.

“I’m sorry but we are closed for the night.” Robinson said as he returned behind the counter with a stack of clothes.

The figure slowly approached the counter and took off their hat. Robinson looked up from the register to see the figure was a Rohanan; a species known for its gel like appearance yet could collect random bits and bobs to create a sudo skeleton and present themselves as humanoid.

“That’s alright,” the Rohanan said, “I am here to pay for a set I ordered for a….friend.”

“Then they are most fortunate to have a friend such as you then.”

Robinson’s smiling nature unnerved the Rohanan but nonetheless they placed a small envelope on the table and slid it across. Robinson placed a hand on it and tapped his fingers several times against the contents inside before opening it and spilling the credit chips on to the table.

“Is it satisfactory?” the Rohanan said, their nervousness building as the human finished counting the chips.

“Oh yes indeed; I believe you have paid in full for your order.” With a swipe of his hand the human pushed the chips back into the envelope and sealed it. “Always a pleasure to deal with such an honest and upstanding man such as yourself during such troubling times.”

Robinson leaned in towards the Rohanan, his expression shifting from smiling to one of mild concern. “I heard there was a most unfortunate incident up at the Argonian embassy several nights ago.”

“Several guests including the visiting prince and ambassador himself all died from poisoning.” The Rohanan confirmed.

“How gruesome!” Robinson said as he recoiled in shock and finished putting away the remaining clothes while he talked over his shoulder.

The Rohanan regarded the human for a moment before continuing. “The strangest thing was that the poison was not native to this world, but is most common in the Hagar system under Dovorian rule.”

“A most embarrassing situation I am sure considering the Dovorian and Argonian people despise each other.”

“Indeed; one might wonder how such a toxin came into contact with them.”

Robinson shrugged and turned as he finished placing the final shirt back into the display. “With all of those fangs, bones, and animal skins I would not be surprised if someone grabbed a tooth or two that hadn’t been fully drained of its contents.”

The Rohanan laughed and placed their hat back on their head just as they stopped at the door.

“You were worth every penny, assassin.”

“An assassin you say?” Robinson’s smile returned and he casually waved to the departing customer “You must have me mistaken for someone else, as I am but a simple tailor.”

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #story #scifi #assassin

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Midnight Cinema || 18+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Request: Hellooo, I hope you’re doing great 💙Since the last request I submitted, I couldn’t resist and here I am again lol. Just your writing is so immaculate and amazing.Can I request a Dabi x female reader going to the cinema together? Like, they decide to watch a horror movie, but then Dabi being Dabi ofc has other purposes. And things get heated uppp. Advantage: there aren’t many people in the cinema :D

A/N: Hello, love! Thank you for the kindness 🥺

Let’s be friends, you’re cute as fuck 💕

Movie theaters have always been like a mini oasis from reality for you. A place to forget and be forgotten, as the darkness shields you and all eyes too enthralled by the big flickering screen before them. Loud speakers reverberating various sounds on all corners of the walls disguising your voice from unfamiliar ears. But the best part of movie theaters is it’s the one place he can go in public without creating unwanted attention.

•••

Three knocks beat against the front door of your apartment. Loud, fast, aggressive, impatient knocking; ones you have become very accustomed too. Before opening the door, you already know who is standing behind it.

“Huh- I thought you died.”

“And I thought you weren’t a bitch. Guess we were both wrong, Doll.”

You push the door open more and turn to your side giving Dabi enough room to welcome himself in. It’s been six weeks since you last heard from him. No text, no call and surely none of his usual uninvited visits.

Accustom to the usual routine of him barging in, covered in blood and burns, you go to grab the medical kit you keep in your closet. He watches as you bend down, admiring how your extra long shirt, still isn’t long enough to cover the curve of your ass. No bra, no shorts. Just your hair in a messy bun, baggy shirt with perk nipples leaving little to the imagination, and cute striped underwear. You pop back up with the large medical bag in hand and a reassuring smile.

“So what’s the damage today?”

Dabi responds with a raspy chuckle as he falls on your couch, popping one leg up on the cushion. He’s looking at you with dangerous eyes that make you feel small. The corners of his jaw muscles tense and his Adam’s apple bobs as he keeps his heavy eyes on you.

“Actually, I’m not the broken one here today.”

Your head crooks to the side with curiosity.

“Caught wind that idiot boyfriend of yours finally broke up with you. Came as soon as I heard.”

That wound is still too fresh for the salt Dabi is pouring on. Four days to be exact. Dabi reaches into his interior coat pocket and grabs an unopened pint of liquor, shaking the bottle to entice you to his games.

A heavy sigh escapes after you realized you were holding your breath, giving into the painful feeling of a bad breakup. You fall into the couch and let your back lean against his chest.

“Guy has serious small dick energy going on, so he’s not worth feeling like shit over. But being the nice guy I am- I brought cheap booze and an open day to do whatever. As long as it doesn’t get me arrested.”

His words had you laughing freely, forgetting for a moment the pain.

“That’s awfully out of character for you. Nice guy.”

“I have my moments.”

Dabi taps the side of your bare thigh with the cold bottle, letting you take it. As you twice the cap, the sound of the plastic threads snap as you break the seal. The glass bottle is rushed to your lips as you tilt your head back and take four large quick gulps of the burning liquid. You pop the bottle off your lips with heavy breathing trying to cool the back of your throat. Dabi’s eyes were wide with surprise, then closed as he darkly laughed at the sight.

“Well shit, Doll- I need to catch up.”

You whip around and give Dabi a determined look as your brows knotted and your cheeks puffed a bit. He loves how cute you get when you clearly want something. Fuck he wants you to want him this bad.

“What?”

“Movie.”

“....movie?”

“I want to go to a cinema. Please! It will be perfect- it’s dark and loud so no one will even recognize you. We can even sneak in the back to avoid crowds.”

Your begging face makes his pants tighten around his hardening dick. You move close into him with your hand on his thigh to hold yourself up. His cyan eyes fall to his leg, noticing how dangerously close your palm is to his cock. He can even get a glimpse as your perky ass as your shirt rides up.

“Fine- but I get to pick the movie.”

“Deal!” You hop off the couch with an extra pep in your step. “I’ll go get dressed and then we can leave”

Dabi clears his throat before speaking “it’s pretty warm outside.”

An innocent gleam lights up your face but darkens his eyes as his lips curled into a smirk.

You change into a comfy top, short skirt and thigh high socks that deliciously squeeze the fat of your smooth thighs. You also return with one of the hoodies you keep at your house for Dabi that hides his face pretty well.

He strips himself of his jacket, exposing his toned chest and arms. You catch a glimpse of his adonis belt and the white hairs of his happy trail, as he pulls over the hoodie. Your teeth play with your bottom lip and you can feel the your face heating up. Your small actions don’t go unnoticed by Dabi, he grins loving every bit of the sexual tension.

•••

The small theater tucked away in the far back of the building was nearly empty, no more than a hand full of other visitors. The room was already completely black except for the flickering moving pictures luminated on the big screen. Dabi got to pick the movie, and with sneaking in the back and not actually having a chance to see which theater he picked, you have no idea what’s about to play. Dabi lead you to the furthest back row of seats, while everyone else congregated near the front. Soon the previews faded away and the unknown movie began to play.

It didn’t take long for the movie to reveal its horror themes and have you quivering in your seat while hiding your face in Dabi’s shoulder. As for him, he’s drinking the bottle of liquor he snuck in with a bored expression on his face. That is, until the soft plushness of your breasts squish against the side of his arm, giving him a sinful taste. Dabi drapes one arm around the back of your shoulders, using it to bring you in closer. Even in your current terrified state, his action surprises you. You look up from his shoulder and into his azure eyes, as if you’re searching for answers.

An abrupt blood churning scream rips through the speakers and scares you half to death. As you go to curl back into Dabi’s side, his hand rapidly cups around your throat and his lips ghost over the shell of your ear in one swift movement.

“The only thing you should be afraid of... is me.”

Before you can even process his words, his lips engulf yours into a heated kiss. His tongue dances around the insides of your mouth. Each breath is inhaled by the other. Dabi swallows your small moan as his hand drops from your throat to cup your breast with a forceful squeeze. Dabi lapped at the side of your neck, just under your ear while whispering his filthy confessions. He sucked and bit at the flesh until your skin turned blue and purple. His hand playing with your chest shimmies itself up under your shirt and bra, until he can feel your hard nipples. His fingers roll the pert bud, pinching and pulling between. Hidden under the loud music from the movie, was your desperate lust filled cries.

Annoyed with the theater chairs, Dabi picks you up and places you on his lap so your facing the movie. You can feel his hardened dick pressing against your ass. Heat builds between your thighs and your sure your dripping into his lap. One hand returns to playing with your bare chest while the other rubs at your clothed cunt. Under his breath, you can hear him praising how wet you are. His index and middle finger play with your sex over your underwear, teasing you for more. His fingers circle around your clit, making you squirm in his lap. You can see everyone else in the theater, completely clueless of what is happening behind them. Knowing anyone could at anytime turn around and see you spread open while Dabi played with your pussy. You felt like a whore on display, the embarrassment got your blood boiling. You felt shameful for how much it turned you on. Suddenly Dabi dips his fingers under the hem of your panties and forcefully shoved both fingers knuckles deep into your sex. Just as you were about to scream with ecstasy, Dabi uses his other hand to shove his middle and ring finger deep into your throat, preventing you from making a sound other than muffled gagging. While your spit covered one of his hands, your wet cunt covered the other. You could hear the squelching sounds and wondered if anyone else could hear as well.

“Fuck babe, you’re sucking my fingers in so good. You like the threat of being caught? Of course you fucking do.”

His words had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. You bounced up and down on his fingers, wanting more and more. Dabi bit your shoulder as he groaned.

“I can’t wait any fucking longer. I was going mental when you were dating that douche bag of a boyfriend. It was driving me crazy how bad I wanted you, that I had to leave. You have no fucking idea how excited I got when I heard you were single again. Now I’m going to finally make you mine, I can’t wait any longer- I need this wet pussy choking my dick.”

Dabi shoved you forward, making you catch yourself on the seat infront of you. He rushed to remove his belt then drop his boxers and pants to his thighs, just enough so his rock hard cock stood up freely. Next he rips the fabric of your under, leave you completely bare. He became feral, animalistic. Dabi hooked around your waist and pulled you back to him. He then locked both arms under your legs, spreading you open till the cold theatre air brushed against your dripping cunt. He hovers you above his pierced cock, lining himself with your entrance. You slap your hand over mouth, prepared to prevent yourself from making too loud of sounds.

Dabi rushed his cock deep into your cunt with the support of gravity, having him bottom out. Just as one of the actresses on the movie screams, you’re own loud moaning scream disguised perfectly with the theatric audio. Dabi didn’t even take a moment of pause, he plowed himself with forcefulness at a toe curling speed. The movie theater seat creaked and squeaked under you with each thrust. Dabi let go of one of your legs to perform a series of quick slaps to your clit before running tight fast circles around the bundle of nerves. The palm of your hand muzzled your cries of pleasure. When the movie became quite, you held your breath to stay completely silent. When the movie got loud, you wailed in pleasure.

Dabi snaked one hand around your throat with enough strength to leave bruising. He growled, panted, praised you like a goddess. There was a sense of being his slave while being his god. Being powerless but driving him to his knees. He worshiped your body but didn’t hesitate to destroy it. His balls squeezed as cum builds up inside of him, ready to paint your walls with him name in white. Your own coil was tightening. Your cunt choked and squeezed around his dick like it was sucking his lifes essence. You bounced and grinds into him, his nails rug into your skin leaving little beads of crimson in its wake. Your vision gets spotty as every nerve is shooting off electricity. Dabi holds his breath with his mouth hung open and his eyes rolling back. Every part of him is completely focused on how good you make him feel. For a few short moments he stays in this out worldly bliss until a low moan breaks through his lungs and every drop of his hot cum pumps into your cunt. You can feel the thick white ropes fill your womb which sends you spiraling into your own orgasm. There is no care anymore for trying to hide what you both are doing. Pleasure makes shame become forgotten.

When you finally come down from your high, you fall forward, resting your arms on the chair in front of you while his dick is still inside of you. Dabi takes both thumbs and spreads your pussy open to look at the mess he made of you. You look back with a sinful grin and a flirty wink.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Dabi basks in how fucked out your voice sounds. He replies with a smile and a simple nod.

You slowly move your hips in a circle, making his half hard dick flinch inside of you. Your mouth hung in an open smile, even in the dark he could see the lust in your eyes.

“When my ex couldn’t get me off, the only thing that could was the thought of you fucking me.”

Dabi rubbed his jaw while whispering curses under his breath. You could feel his dick grow inside of you.

“Fuck”

The movie has since ended, but round two has only just begun.

/END

#dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #toya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #submission

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charlotte-headcanons · 3 years

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Hey! How have ypu been? 2,3,6,7,9,15 Who else but Monty (Kata, Brulee, Peros too :D) yeah it's a big order!

Phew, that one sure took a while! But everything for you, friend 💕💕 We're alright, hope you've been well too! ✨

Some practicalities first: We decided to organize this answer by characters, for maximum space to go into detail on each headcanon! Some headcanons pertain to our modern AU rather than to the One Piece canon as we found these headcanons worked better for a particular prompt: we'll indicate those at the start of each bullet point!

Send us a number and a character and we'll post headcanons!

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: Mont D'Or is a librarian by passion and a prosecutor by profession. He opened up and manages his own library in the early mornings and late evenings, but in-between that, he works on court cases. He might be overworked, and is definitely a workaholic but he hardly ever slacks off on either of his careers; and he's notorious for being professional, convincing, and very attached to every case. Highly principled unless Mama orders him to do something for her, he refuses to prosecute those he doesn't believe should be prosecuted, and for those he wants to face justice - he will get so heated that he might get reprimanded by judges for yelling or by cops and detectives for joining their investigations uninvited. His sister, Galette, is his secretary, and she follows him around everywhere, helping out however much she can!

3. Drinking headcanon

Mont D'Or... might have a bit of an alcohol problem. It's not that he gets drunk often... but he does drink regularly. Essentially, every time his siblings piss him off, he takes a sip, so you can imagine how many sips accumulate throughout the day. His prefer drink is red dry wine and he mostly drinks alone, without witnesses, not to give a bad example! To get really drunk, he would have to drink a lot; but if he does get drunk, he mostly gets more explosive than usual or somewhat lagged out, processing all information input slower than normally.

6. Musical headcanon

In Mont D'Or's eyes, the main function music has is to help him either focus or unwind. For both of these roles, he enjoys classical music most - think especially something akin to Wagner. He despises loud music and prefers instrumental pieces, although he is also an opera enthusiast. His guilty pleasure, discovered quite recently, could also be lo-fi kind of music! It calms him down a little, even though he doesn't like to be caught listening to it, as his expressed music-related opinions are overall quite snobbish.

7. Food/Cooking headcanon

Mont D'Or would gladly cook if he had the time for it; but being as busy as he is, he is forced to depend on others and on ordering food throughout each day. His tastes encompass rather fancy cuisine: he adores charcuterie boards and seafood, refuses to eat fast food, adds cheese to pretty much everything that is remotely acceptable like an apple pie and calls it an acquired taste. Besides that, he always likes to have a cookie with his black coffee; considering how much coffee he drinks every day, that is a lot of cookies consumed!

9. Childhood headcanon

As a child, Mont D'Or was known as just a nerd. He was way more shy and less aggressive than he is now; it was only over time, having been ridiculed by some siblings for his unconventional (in this family) interests, that he toughened up and learned to stand up for himself. Ever since he learned to read, Mont D'Or was a frequent visitor to all libraries of Totto Land. At the time, there weren't that many, nor did they have impressive book collections, so soon enough, Mont D'Or started reading books way above his age target group, and by the time he came of age, he was disappointed to find out that he has already read every book currently available within Big Mom's territory. At first, little Mont D'Or wasn't quite sure what he can offer to his family of murderous pirates: he wasn't strong nor all that ruthless, and his strengths could be found rather in the areas that wouldn't be that useful for sailing or plundering. He also felt lonely before Galette came along, and he could most often be found alone, or around Compote, who had a soft spot for her smart little brother. Eventually, Mont D'Or figured out that strategy and organization were the areas where his family could need him, though; from there, he moved on to transform from a quiet nerd into a pillar of Big Mom Pirates’ planning.

15. School headcanon

Besides setting up many more libraries in Totto Land than it once had, Mont D'Or took it onto himself to kickstart a proper education system in his mother's territory. In the past, none of the Charlotte siblings went through formalized education, rather having to learn from experience or directly from Big Mom, other pirates, and from each other. Now, Mont D'Or makes sure that teachers are recruited to Totto, and at least basic schools (available universally) are established!

Modern AU: It is probably not surprising that at school, Mont D'Or would be a straight-A's student. Stellar at every test, he would however not be all that liked by the teachers due to his behavior problems. His temper and lack of respect for authority if the authority is wrong would both make him a troublesome student to get in conflict with. He'd absolutely correct the teachers on their mistakes, and if they dared refuse to acknowledge their faults... he would yell. 😔

Katakuri, Brulee, and Perospero under the cut!

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: As we discussed in a previous post, Katakuri would definitely be every parent's dream child, aka a doctor and a lawyer in one! A neurologist and an advocate, Katakuri would be very close to burnout, and wouldn't really actively work in the law field anymore, not wanting to infringe on Mont D'Or's turf. He would definitely work too much, but telling him to rest would hardly be a solution: with his perfectionism, he would not be able to sleep unless his task was carried out well. He wouldn't like his job all that much, really, but he'd still keep it to continue supporting his younger or less talented siblings with his money; and not to disappoint his mother, of course.

3. Drinking headcanon

Katakuri refuses to drink alcohol, finding every possible excuse to not be pressured into it. First of all, he just doesn't want to show his mouth, lay down, or do something even more embarassing for anyone to see if he gets drunk. More importantly, though, he is scared of falling into an addiction as a coping method, so he prefers to just avoid the temptation altogether. If possible, he'd rather not be around drunk people, too!

6. Musical headcanon

Katakuri enjoys all kinds of music and has quite a diverse tastes, with some of his favorites coming from indie rock, metal, cute pixel music, grunge, and more. He is quite embarrassed to share the music he listens to, so when possible, he listens to it on headphones. When he's fully convinced that he's alone, he might sing a little or bob his head to the music he enjoys; if listening to songs around people, though, he'll keep a fully straight, unmoved face.

7. Food/Cooking headcanon

As the supreme donut lover, Katakuri actually has a secret bucket list of all flavors of donuts he wants to try! He cares about the textures of food a lot, and generally prefers soft and chewy things. To set him apart from Luffy, Katakuri also doesn't really like meat, with few exceptions! Sometimes, Katakuri joins Perospero in his morning tea drinking sessions, and it was from his older brother that he learned to like his tea very sweet. As for cooking, he tried it as a child, but found to have little patience for it back then; now, he'd probably do way better if he tried to cook, but just like Mont D'Or, he just doesn't have the time!

9. Childhood headcanon

Katakuri is probably the Charlotte that changed the most since his early childhood. Before the Brulee incident, he was actually a rather lazy, even if talented, kid. To get him to train, an incentive of donuts was always necessary; and having been highly influenced by Daifuku and Oven, he also used to be a bit of a troublemaker. If anyone made fun of him or annoyed him, they would always see Katakuri throwing hands - he was far more eruptive than now and didn't really care what others thought. Brulee getting hurt because of him, though, had a life-changing effect on him; and it effectively molded him into the hardworking, serious, troubled person that he is now.

15. School headcanon

Modern AU: Despite starting off as a troublemaker who slept through the boring classes, these days Katakuri is a model student, and many teachers marvel at his transformation. He is just as good in sciences as in sports, and often represents his school in various competitions, regularly winning too! Although he gets A's in everything, his favorite school subjects remain the humanities. After school, he revises the lesson material for exactly an hour every day, but doesn't need to study much before tests, having a great memory and a kind of sixth sense for filtering out important information. Despite not wanting to be in the spotlight, he's very popular with fellow students and a lot of classmates have secret crushes on him, girls or guys!

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: As we headcanon, one of Brulee's main hobbies is tending to her herbal garden, and she knows a lot about the healing properties of plants! Naturally, then, she would gladly choose pharmacy as her career path: the calm atmosphere combined with helping others would fit her vibe perfectly. Besides that, she would also work voluntarily babysitting the children of her siblings; the kids would always be kind of scared of her at first, but soon enough they would outright cry whenever she would have to leave even just for a moment.

3. Drinking headcanon

Brulee drinks alcohol rarely and in small amounts; mostly as an addition to a good dinner. She is an extreme lightweight, so anything more than one glass of her favorite white wine results in her becoming way more clumsy than usual and inevitably getting a next-morning headache. To avoid this, she makes sure to never drink more than she knows she can handle!

6. Musical headcanon

Another classical music lover, Brulee would enjoy something akin to Schubert's songs most! Even though she isn't the best at it, with her voice being just a bit too nasal and too scratchy, Brulee likes to sing (especially ballads and lullabies!) and often hums while working. Having a bit more free time than most of her siblings, Brulee also managed to learn some instruments, albeit she only ever stuck to the basics and simple pieces. The piano is the instrument she plays rather well, so she can teach her younger siblings how to play a few easy songs if they so please; very recently, she also picked up the violin, and she enjoys practicing it although, so far, the sounds she can make hardly resemble what she would like to hear.

7. Food/Cooking headcanon

Brulee cooks a lot and enjoys doing that a bunch! She's quite experimental and healthy with her recipes, and prefers salty foods as well as meat or soups. As a result, she is one of the few bastions that keep some of her siblings from succumbing to dessert-only diets. Once in a while, she bakes bread too; since she always cooks way more food than she needs, she often ends up sharing or donating it! You can almost always smell something cooking up in her hut; even if Totto Land has so many high-level chefs, Brulee still likes to make her own, homemade food herself.

9. Childhood headcanon

As a child, Brulee was much more anxious than she is now. She was always a bit awkward and clumsy, and kind of bullied for her witchy appearance by the other children in ports and in Totto Land. Over time, she learned to embrace herself, though; in the stories her older siblings told her, she always identified with the witches, and she later proceeded to amplify this image of herself as much as possible, instead of resenting it!

15. School headcanon

Modern AU: Brulee would be a mediocre student, who'd be kind of picked on, at least until Katakuri got all set on defending her! Her favorite school subject would be history, and she'd also enjoy some parts of biology - though she'd much rather learn about plants and animals than the human insides. Always a sweetheart, Brulee would enjoy secretly making her classmates happy with little anonymous gifts; each birthday or Valentine's Day, anyone could count on at least one card from a secret friend, who everyone would suspect to be her, as she isn't all that great at hiding.

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: Perospero would be an interior designer, but really, one of a kind. Even if just designing a chair, he'd see his work as art and himself as an artist, and he'd act accordingly. Cracker Any architect unlucky enough to have to work with him would end up in despair as he'd blatanly ignore the technical limits and capacities of a building for the aesthetic. Likewise, his clients would have to be prepared for many unexpected decisions and costs: Perospero would not take orders from them but always stick to what he thinks looks good, no matter how intricate or expensive. Effectively, the only clients brave enough to employ him more than once would be the rich and extravagant ones: those would appreciate his work immensely, while anyone remotely more practical would have to complain.

3. Drinking headcanon

Perospero parties and gets drunk quite often, although he exclusively drinks overly sweet cocktails and never drinks outside of a social context! When he has too much to drink, he gets either hyper, horny, or annoying - or all three at once - depending on his mood. Whichever it is, he also loses all understanding of personal space, gets a lot more touchy, and much more likely to lick everyone and everything. At the end of the night, he has the tendency to pretend that he's much more drunk than he actually is, too, hoping that someone will carry him home like the princess he wants to be; though most of the time, it just ends up with Daifuku pulling him back by the leg.

6. Musical headcanon

Perospero loves to sing, especially publically, and he's surprisingly good at it! damn I really got a stroke first time I heard him sing, like, my man, how can you sing so well with an entire tongue out wtf Perospero explain. His preferred repertoire of music to sing includes all sorts of songs from musicals; as for music to listen to, he ranges between musicals and hyperpop, or any music sweet and bubbly on the outside but disturbing and horror-like as it develops!

7. Food/cooking headcanon

Perospero does not cook on principle, insisting that they have the chefs for it. His diet as a whole is downright atrocious; he adds sugar to quite literally everything, acts dramatically, as if he was poisoned if forced to eat anything not sweet enough, and mostly lives off candy. His 'tea' can hardly be called that anymore, considering that it contains more syrups and sugar than tea itself. Basically, Compote gets chills whenever she sees him eat and continuously marvels at how the fuck he is still alive.

9. Childhood headcanon

Having to take care of his siblings early on, Perospero didn't get much of a careless childhood. Once Linlin was unable to keep all children with her on the Rocks Pirates ship, by the time he was 8, he was put in charge of all the younger siblings she left in a port (while Compote was looking over the ones that stayed with Linlin on the ship). Perospero looks back at his childhood fondly, though; he liked ordering his brothers and sisters around, liked being in charge, and especially loved being admired and looked up to as the eldest sibling role model. Once Katakuri became a new favorite of the family, Perospero was so jealous and grumpy for a while that he even went through a rebellious phase of trying to run away; he came back less than a day later though, having cried his eyes out once missing his family and homesickness kicked in, never to try to leave ever again.

15. School headcanon

Modern AU: At school, Perospero would definitely focus on socializing way more than on learning. Among the teachers, he would be known as a smart but lazy kind of student, doing the bare minimum for most classes, though excelling in art and music. He would have mostly girl friends, essentially running his own mean girls group; together with them, he'd always come up with excuses to not exercise during P.E. so that his looks don't get ruined and so that he can just spend the time gossiping about the guys instead. If someone got on his bad side, Perospero would also not be above bullying them, although he wouldn't do that in a conventional way - rather, he'd just make his victims severely uncomfortable, getting way to close, switching between flirty and dangerous tones, and making them feel trapped before just backing off and laughing. An absolute menace to society, even in a modern AU 😔

If you managed to get through all of this, we salute you, soldier 🎖️Hope you enjoyed, though! ✨ It was sure fun to come up with. Thanks for the ask! 💕

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bored-mumma · 3 years

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Steve Rogers - Smut Alphabet - NSFW

MASTERLIST

18+ only. Very sexual nature. Swearing.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s the king of aftercare. He’ll get warm cloths and clean you up, will grab you a glass of water and massage any place you ask him. If there’s anything you need after sex Steve will be more than happy to do it for you. Especially on the days your legs feel like jelly.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favourite body part of his is his arms. The way they can just pick you up and carry you, no matter your size. Or how they can pin your down against the bed when his face is in between your legs.

Steves favourite body part of yours is your thighs. The way they move when you walk, how soft they are in his hands or the feeling of them wrapped around his waist. He can’t get enough of all of your body, but your thighs are just something else.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Inside of you nearly every time. Thanks to the super serum he can’t have children anyway so there’s no pregnancy fear for you. Though it’s mostly about the feeling. Being buried deep inside of you and bringing you to your orgasm as well, so he can feel you clench around him, is a feeling he can’t describe. It’s pure heaven to him. Although some days he ends up cumming in your mouth instead, not being able to resist your lips around him and watching you swallow everything he gives.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s nothing he wants more than to fuck you in the compounds gym. Seeing you work out, getting all sweaty in your tight gym clothes does crazy stuff to him. It got to the point he’ll no longer work out with you, finding it too difficult to concentrate.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced at all. He’s only been with a couple women, all but one of them was more than 80 years ago.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The “upstanding citizen” ironically. You straddle Steve, wrapping your legs around his body (he keeps his knees unlocked and thighs spread slightly). He then stands and supports you in their arms. You can start on the bed and have them pick you up without disengaging. (Or for the truly bold, you can hop aboard from standing position!)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time he’s pretty serious. His number one priority being getting you off as many times as possible. However, occasionally when you’re both in more relaxed, silly moods, Steve can crack jokes and make you laugh as well as make you feel great.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t really do much down there. Which is fine, you’re not fussed about that and he’s not fussed about yours either.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

No matter what position or what mood he’s in, sex between you both is very intimate. Eye contact, loving whispers, moaning in each others ears and hands linked together. Its an act that brings two people to one.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not very often since you are always usually up for it but sometimes he can’t help but get himself off in the shower. His sex drive is pretty high and he knows sometimes after a pretty rough night you may need a few days to recover before you can go another round. Although masturbation isn’t his favourite thing to do, he’ll still do it on the days he doesn’t get laid.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s a slight masochist, loving the pain he feels when you pull his hair hard or drag your nails down his back. He always loves a bit of orgasm control too. You riding him and getting him so close to cumming but as soon as you hear his moans getting louder, you stop all movements. He’ll get his revenge though and the next time you two have sex he’ll edge you with his tongue.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In the safety of your shared apartment. He doesn’t care where in it and has taken you on every surface but he doesn’t like to do anything outside of your home. He’s got a reputation to keep up but not only that, the thought of someone else seeing you in an intimate position makes him crazy jealous.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you sit on his lap then your night is instantly sorted. Especially if you lightly rock your hips as you straddle him. He could be in the middle of the most important paperwork but if you do that then he’s gone from your loving boyfriend to just an animal.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Two of the biggest things he would never do is humiliation play or breath play. He loves and adores you too much to ever even consider humiliation play and breath play feels far too risky for him. Especially when you count in his super serum strength - one mistake and you’ll lose all breath.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can’t get enough of your mouth. You knelt on your knees before him, head bobbing up and down as he grips your hair. Torn between throwing his head back in ecstasy or keeping his eyes fixed on you. Its now to a point where he gets excited every time he sees your hair up in a ponytail since thats what you do before giving him a blowjob.

He also loves to give you oral back too. Feeling you writhe against his face as he uses his arms to hold you down in place, hearing you cry out his name as he holds back your orgasm for the third time. Its his happy place.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually pretty rough but not overly fast. His strong thrusts are one that some may consider to be at a fast pace but since you know how fast he could get, it didn’t seem so to you. However on the occasion, he’ll go more slow, more sensual. Usually those nights consist of oral on you and some plan missionary, him going deep but slow and whispering how much he loves you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’ll take whatever you give him! A good few hours of fucking at night time or just a quick ride in the shower before the day starts works for him. As long as you both get off, he’s not fussed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’ll try basically anything you want to do. To him, one of the most important part of sex is making sure you have an orgasm (or a good few!) and if you want to try different ways of doing that, he’s usually game. He also feels very comfortable in talking to you about things he’s heard about and is interested in trying and again, most of the time you say yes to them. You both only have one very strict rule. Before trying out any new kinks of play things, you have a conversation about it beforehand.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Neither of you really know how long he can last since it’s usually you who has to tap out first. After three or four rounds lasting at least an hour each, you can’t even walk. Thankfully Steve's aftercare game is strong and takes care of everything for you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own a couple of toys for when Steve is away from you on work. But when Steve found them he couldn’t help but bring them into the bedroom together. Especially ones that vibrate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not very often as he loves the feeling of you having a wave of pleasure beneath him but every once in a while he’ll be in the mood to make you suffer. Orgasm control as he eats you out. Tongue going up and down your body but missing all the places you wanted it the most. Fingers circling your clit but refusing to give as much stimulation as you wanted. Anything to get you begging for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not loud in volume but very loud in words. He’ll deny it but you’re certain he has a praise kink. Always whispering in your ear about what a good girl you are, how well you take him. He never stops talking/moaning and it turns him on to full extent when you do it back.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He can’t even tell you the amount of time he’s looked at you during an Avengers conference , eyes going over your body which is wrapped in your work suit - an outfit he has fucked you in so many times before. Instead of paying attention, he’ll sit there and think of all the ways he’ll play with your body later. To the other Avengers, he’s Americas man in blue, someone who is just a soldier and can do no wrong. But you and him knew his mind is one of the filthiest you’ve ever known.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

A good 9in.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive never goes down. He’s ready wherever, whenever you are. It’s usually you who initiates sex since its just easier that way. After four years together, Steve has never turned you down.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s out like a light! As soon as the two of you are finished, cleaned up and started to cuddle, you can hear his gentle snores. He doesn’t mean to do it and always tries to wait for you to sleep first but never actually manages to.

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