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sapphicdib · 9 months

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my headcanon is that nhs thinks that they are more powerful than sliver idk i just feel that they THAT full of themselves

I’m assuming this is about the rot au! I recently added SOS to it, so this was a perfect ask!!

Sliver is local group Senior of a nearby cluster of iterators, which includes Chasing Wind. She never got along with Sig in general, and Moon was on thin ice. Now? She’s fucking PISSED. More below the cut bc this is gonna get LONG (also a transcript in case my handwriting is illegible).

So because the ancients are still alive during the rot au, Sliver hasn’t died yet. She is one of the youngest local group Seniors, one of the first of the mid gen Iterators, (her arm design matches Sig and Wind’s!) so she feels like she has to prove herself to the others. She takes her purpose and duties VERY seriously, so I put Wind in her Group, because his intense personality in relation to his citizens matches more to how Sliver would mentor someone, rather than Moon or Suns. Speaking OF Moon, they have a very tense relationship. Moon is a lot more laid back with her Group because when her personality cores were still stabilizing, her citizens treated her more like an accomplishment, an amazing feat, her construction was met with jubilation! Meanwhile, by the time Sliver was built, she was just another iterator, and meant to work like she was supposed to. Of course there was celebration, but her citizens treated her more as a means to an end, so she picked up on this and integrated it into her personality. When she was first put online, she did idolize Moon quite a bit, but eventually came to see her as a kinda shitty leader and too soft on her local group, especially Sig. She refers to Moon as Sig’s “handler” because she thinks he acts incredibly immaturely, and Moon is the one who has to yank his leash any time he gets a bit too annoying (though she doesn’t do a very good job, in Sliver’s opinion).

Sliver does not like Sig. Never has, and this shit has pushed her over the edge. She is incredibly aware of the intense political ramifications Sig and Pebbles’ actions have caused, and as local group Senior, she feels it is her responsibility to calm her group down and prevent them from getting hurt. She knows certain factions of citizens want to literally kill their iterators thanks to this, and if one of her group died she would see it as a MASSIVE failure on her part. She thinks it would make everyone think that she is an incompetent leader. In terms of her relationship with Pebbles, she still didn’t like him before, but she at least respected the fact he actually had a drive to solve the great problem, unlike Sig. Now she blames him for this mess as well, and is just as pissed at him.

As the news of this unfortunate development spreads, many workgroups are created, all with different goals. Some want to find a cure for the rot, to help calm Sig and Pebbles back down and hopefully repair their relationships with their citizens. Others are considering joining them, terrified of their citizens’ reactions and confiding in one another about what they should do. Sliver wants them dead. She is in a small workgroup that is attempting to find a way to straight up deactivate Sig and Pebbles to restore order. The problem is, she is not their senior and has no seniority privileges over them, so she has to figure out a way to take matters into her own hands.

Wind…Wind is Sig’s best friend. He is barely 50 cycles older than her, and despite Sliver’s VEHEMENT disapproval, they are very close. He plays video games with Sig and rants about his citizens being annoying, he actually drops his stoic personality around him and can chill out for a little while. However, despite the fact that he demands his citizen’s respect and is practically a dictator over his city, he is terrified of them. So, he took initiative when he was put online and scared THEM into submission before they had the chance to. Now? He’s even more afraid. He thinks his citizens will take the first opportunity to deactivate him in a form of rebellion. At first, he’s part of workgroups to try to find a cure, but eventually joins a few groups that are considering joining Sig and Pebbles. As the rot gets worse and he watches Sig’s personality get more and more corrupted, he realizes there’s no way to cure this in time, and…that’s a spoiler I might keep to myself for now >:3€

Thank you for being interested in my silly au!! I’ve actually started writing it, and chapter 1 is almost done! Feel free to send more asks x3

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TRANSCRIPT:

SOS: This idiotic stunt of yours has gone too far. I am not asking you to fix this. I am telling you to.

CW: Sig…

SOS: Quiet, Wind.

SOS: I fail to understand why your handler refuses to do anything. You take Moon’s foolish mercy for granted. I will not be so kind.

NSH: PFFT!

NSH: “Handler”? Well that’s a new one~

NSH: Unfortunately for you,

NSH: You have no power over me.

NSH: No one does anymore.

#rain world #rain world downpour #no significant harassment #sliver of straw #rain world au #my art #rot au #rw #letters

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kikithecoconut · 1 month

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Freed Justine Headcannons

Freed headcannon a.

- he’s lactose intolerant

- doesn’t even know what a sleep schedule is. He sleeps maybe 3 days a week.

- he and Gajeel exchange tips for makeup

- he, levy, and Lucy are an unofficial team, they sometimes do jobs together but really they’re just in a book club

- youngest of the thunder legion.

-neurodivergent. I will not be taking criticisms.

- left handed.

- flawless handwriting when it comes to his runes but if you ask him to write a shopping list it’s illegible

- he has sensitive teeth. He doesn’t like super cold food bc of it.

-found it difficult to tell his lefts from his rights when he was younger so he got his guildmark on his left hand

-needs glasses but refuses to wear them

-he and Lucy have sleepovers a lot but he rarely actually sleeps at them

- HE IS SO GOOD AT DOING HAIR.

- he’s asked gajeel, begged him repeatedly to let him help with his hair but every time he asks Gajeel gets increasingly more annoyed but won’t act on it bc he’s friends with Levy

- impeccable memory. He can and will recall any embarrassing moment from 12 years ago if it means he can win an argument

- mira tells him all of the gossip

-super good listener

- he can dance . Like ballroom dance

- murder mysteries are his favourite genre of books however he also will read the dictionary sometimes

- best cook in the thunder legion

- the worst liar you have ever met. Either he’ll tell an obvious lie or he’ll crumble under the guilt and confess

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #freed justine #laxus dreyar #Laxus #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #juvia lockser #evergreen #bickslow #thunder legion #I have never loved a man so much #I need him biblically

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pupcuck · 2 months

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does leon have bad handwriting ? imagining him writing his name on a bday card actually he would write daddy and I feel like he would have illegible handwriting

thinking about making him wear a party hat

thinking about him feeding me cake

thinking about him licking cake off his fingers

anyway, what do you think his dick looks like? having bday sex w him in my head rn

(specifically ddlg leon)

OMG HAII MY LOVE :3 his old merch signature looks like this which makes me laugh. cuz no he would not write like this… I feel like he has chicken scratch handwriting and his signature is like different every time bc he never thinks too hard ab it 😭

party hat leon… forced to sing happy birthday to like one of ur plushies and he just does it bc what else is he supposed to do.. say no? that’s like not part of his vocab when it comes to you

he’s annoying… he will get messy himself but he’s wiping your chin with a napkin, kissing the cake off the corner of your lips, feeding you all neat with a little dessert spoon like he’s so annoying..

HDJSBD HIS DICK IM LIKE. older leon I think it’s dark .. and not pink re2r leon looks like he has pink nipples and pink dick but . older leon esp di is like.. asshole bleaching era came to an end . IDK.. I always lean towards it being small when it’s soft and only like an inch bigger when hard LMFAOOO I don’t think he’s packing much but it’s like. nice thickness and probably has a cute curve

#inbox 💌#BALLS HOWEVER.

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metfell · 1 year

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i think ranboo would draw little pictures when he obviously wasnt taking minutes. i think he sucks so bad at art and his handwriting is borderline illegible but he draws like the one eye everyone drew on the sides of their tests and tubbo goes wow ranboo youre really good and ranboo nearly dies bc the president he has a crush on thinks his shitty little eye doodle is good so he draws a really bad portrait of him and tubbo thinks its so ugly that its funny so he puts it in his drawer by his bed

#text

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paxmorgana · 1 month

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Militsioner Hc post bc I am cringe but I am free:

Heads up, I haven’t gotten my grubby little hands on the demo quite yet, so don’t expect perfection here!!

-So, Slavic language branch, right? I feel like our mili would at least understand some other Slavic languages, maybe even speak a little. For self-indulgent reasons, I’d like to think he has a pretty ok grasp on polish, particularly. Can’t write in any other language to save his life, though.

-In the same vein, this man has barely illegible handwriting. I know he writes poetry, but I’m starting to think maybe there’s a reason HE has to read it to the player.

-I hc his height being around 1,500 feet maybe?? Not much to compare him to, so this is really just eyeballing.

-It’s given that he’s actually pretty sensitive! His emotions are also very prone to sudden changes from what I’ve seen, and he clearly isn’t very happy overall. Until directly exposed to stimuli, though, he’s very monotone. I kind of interpret this as some kind of masking or emotional suppression.

-Ofc the moment thunderstorms come around that all goes away (canon, for whoever didn’t know). This man has very real panic attacks and will shut down. The worst part about all that, though, is that he physically can’t move anywhere or even shake too much. LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIM. He would kill people, and he knows it so well. Mili can’t even let himself scream because that’d probably blow people’s eardrums out. He just has to hunker down, internalize absolutely everything and sob as quietly as he can, though of course, that’d be heard too.

-I’m linking that back to him hiding emotions most of the time, that behavior is so intense during his panic episodes that I feel like it’d carry over into day to day life. That’s why he’s so receptive to basic kindness. It’s literally the only comfort he has, and the only time he can break from masking everything ever, and he’s still subtle then.

-Something something anxiety disorder perchance..

-Also someone on here talked about the militsioner being autistic and let’s just say I’m pretty happy abt that one :)))

-Mili gets so attached to anyone who even cares to be nice to him. If they betrayed him and left on the train, he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself. He’d just be fully bewildered and inconsolable.

-If he were normally sized and whatnot, he’d be terrified of horses. No explanation or anything. They’d just freak him out.

-I feel like he’d enjoy classical music, specifically Tchaikovsky and Chopin. Very melody-rich and sophisticated. He’d wag his finger and pretend to be conducting very badly. My little (humongous) king of cring..

-Mili likes being read to! He loves listening to people talk to him. He’s a wonderful listener and just quietly melts away at that kind of affection.

-In the rare occasion of which someone falls asleep on him, he just totally freezes. Mili gets so awkward with it bc he’s terrified of screwing it all up. No doubt he’d be staring at them the entire time, though. Just.. totally mesmerized.

-I think someone else said this before, but if he were a bird, I think Mili would be a shoebill.

That’s about it now BYE don’t look at me

#militsioner #niche interests #tall boys #headcanon #writing #it’s over #pee pee poo poo #I POST CRINGE #point and laugh #everyone point and stare #kind of g/t

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clambuoyance · 2 years

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HI HELLO I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT YOU ARE SUPER DUPER COOL AND YOUR ART MAKES ME HAPPY STIM !!!!!!!! Literally love seeing your posts, sometimes i come back just to look at em <33333

Do you have any specific hcs you wanna drop about the ninja? I love hearing design interpretations ppl are always so creative !!

HIIII THANK YOU SO MUCHHH 🥹😖💜💜

Sorry it took me forever to get to this but Um here random things in my brain when I draw them…my hcs r ever changing and I’m sorry my handwriting is so illegible

In summary:

Jay- round oval features, freckles that became more prominent post s8, grew out his curly hair post s8, wears a scarf, has heterochromia, eyebrow slit is probably from an invention gone wrong in the junkyard, I think he’s wasian and like maybe his mom was Korean

Zane- long rectangular features but still soft w angles here n there, icy blue eyes, undercut and showing robot form more post s8, blasian bc dr julien was blasian and idk I think the whole gang is partly asian

Kai- supppper sharp triangle features, sharp spiky hair that gets softer post s8 bc he uses a diff gel or stops using gel idk idk, somehow got a scar before s8, other eyebrow notch is bc of a blacksmith burn, half Chinese half Puerto Rican and this is mostly bc of movie Kai yelling fuego lol

Nya- opposite features of Kai so she is very round in comparison, bobcut and bangs then grows out hair into a tiny ponytail for s8, side bangs are supposed to be like…tear dropped shaped or remind you of wavy water idk idk like how Kai is supposed to remind u of fire

Cole- blocky square face, swoops big long hair, but ties it up and uses a headband post s8, still has a ghost scar which sometimes he switches which side his bangs are on if he wants to show it off or not, Um i have two friends one who hcs him as Filipino and the other as Indian and I like both a lot T-T

Lloyd- tousled short hair and he has dark hair roots (The more he grows it out the more depressed he is /j). I hc he’s both Chinese and Japanese but mmm idk I’m not set on anything

#clam answers #clam draws #ninjago #clamjago

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itshatsig · 3 months

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It’s been nrly a month so I made 3 enjoyyy! @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 :))

Comments for each alignment chart————>>>>

Handwriting:

Spot would defo have cursive writing, cus I swear the most unexpected people have cursive writing. Same with Specs.

I think it’s just common knowledge Race would have completely illegible handwriting, cuz he finds it boring.

IKEA:

I just know Race is in the trolley, it’s just normality, and Spot is just meant to be there for Race but ends up looking after the rest bc Jack found paper, and Davey got lost (on purpose-he needed a break the newsies were stressing him out)

Prison:

Les is too adorable, I had to put him in that box :)))

I have no words for Crutchie other than he just felt like it.

Ik for a matter of fact that Blink purposely sneezes too loud for no reason.

Jake was planning his army throughout the strike if they needed back up, he truly thought about it when Jack scabbed, Davey warned him off.

Think the rest are pretty self explanatory.

#92sies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies 1992 #newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #mush #jake #blink #specs #boots #les #crutchie #snipeshooter

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sir-incorrect · 6 months

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oh throwback to when I made trollsonas for a handful of danganronpa characters based on their birthdays (or rather, what blood color that would give them)

transcription of my notes scribbled on the pictures under the cut in case my handwriting is illegible haha

First picture:

Shuihi Saihra and Rantar Amamii

Met when Rantar was gathering testimonies in the caverns.

Hand is blocking sign but maybe [scribble]?

He noticed Shuihi's deductive abilities, and started calling him in to consult. Shuihi is not entirely comfortable with this yet, but does want to help.

Second picture:

Pin = symbol [scribble] (compare to 十神 togami)

Byakya Togami (actually bronze)

sad bc byakya pulled his hand out of hers before the picture

Tohkoh Fukawa/ Shoyho (Sho + Syo ?)

Byakya is the only lowblood to ever actually survive, let alone win, and kind of gladiator/fighting competition against highbloods. As such, he WOULD have been culled immediately, but the heiress took a liking to him, so instead he is the center of a massive coverup. He was "actually just an indigo pretending to be a bronze". He gets to live a life of luxury and power like he earned... but is also forced to hang out with Tohkoh ALL the time and HATES it (platonically).

Third picture:

Kokchi Oouuma (?)

[Shuichi:] "Aren't you a Cancer, though?"

[Kokichi:] "Wouldn't you like to know, Virgo boy."

[next to the purple Kokchi] Troll DICE: Infamous team of subjuggulators ("in training"). Cause problems even for those of higher castes, but these are relatively tame compared to lower castes' reception. Extremely efficient.

[next to the grey Kokchi] Troll DICE: A group of lowbloods posing as purplebloods. Their reputation has to be strictly maintained, lest they get injured and give themselves away. Part of the reason they're so successful is their targets go willingly, as DICE actually helps them fake their deaths and hide. DICE has never actually killed a target or otherwise let them die.

Fourth picture:

WHEEL OF EXECUTIONS with Junkoh Ensima and Mukuro Iksaba!

Despair clowns! Pose as a normal traveling circus act (for Alternia. So lots of murder, prob lowblood killing games), but they're actually spreading "despair", as a concept fundamentally opposite to the Mirthful Messiahs. Junkoh really just wants to see the entire PLANET start killing each other senselessly, even seadwellers, and especially lowbloods killing highbloods.

Fifth picture:

Horns are supposed to be like ⊘ [scribble]

World's worst and most boring clown

*sacrifices your shitty, shitty clown to the Mirthful Messiahs*

Sixth picture:

[Screenshot of quote from the wiki] "could hold her head up high as a "cosplaycat criminal","

Makes fursuits, doesn't wear them herself but DOES do the occasional nya~

Sumugi Shrgne

#not sure if this one deserves to go in the main tags but oh well #look at my trolls boy #danganronpa #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #byakuya togami #toko fukawa #kokichi ouma #junko enoshima #mukuro ikusaba #hajime hinata #tsumugi shirogane #dr1 #dr2 #drv3 #homestuck #btw izuru would be something that possesses hajime's corpse after he's sacrificed. believed to be a mirthful messiah but def not as expecte

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jason-todds-library · 2 years

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Anyways here are some dyslexic Lois lane headcanons bc I’m dyslexic and love Lois lane

Got into journalism bc articles used to be some of the only things she could stand reading

Always typing and never writing stuff down bc her handwriting borders on illegible and she needs autocorrect

Clark proof reads her stuff a lot

He also reads out loud to her whenever she asks

She’s so good at standing up for herself bc she had to fight to keep her accommodations for school

She’d also stand up for the other kids who were in her special ed class

Still as an adult uses rhymes to spell things out

#sorry if any of these go against current canon I mostly read silver age #also this is based off Lois canonical having trouble with spelling #dc #lois lane #superman #superfam #k posts #dyslexic!lois lane

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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could i order a dulce de leche roll, pain au chocolate, lemon bar, lemon drop & lollipop with caramel & poppy seeds and #1 from the side menu, ace with a female reader? pls & thank you

hihi ૮₍˶ •ᴗ• ⑅₎ა ❀ thanks for ur patience 💛i love ace & angst and giving ace grief, so i had fun writing this ✨ it came out a lot longer than i meant for it to be but oh well.

2.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; hurt/comfort w. angst & smut (a spicy combination, i know); ace is an idiot & so is reader, but i love that journey for them <3 feat. cute stuff oral (f receiving), lots of kissing, ace being handsy, etc. pretentious prose bc i'm a menace 2 society these days.

dreams are fruitless endeavors meant for those who are destined for happy endings — you’ve always known that this will never be the case for you; a bitter truth that is indigestible, requiring several shots of rum to keep it down. jejune. hackneyed. cumbersome. there are not enough weathered journals in the world to spill your secrets to, not enough quills and dark ink to dictate your memories onto random scraps of paper —

(to be ripped into ugly pieces, tossed into the air in fits of madness, the physical manifestation of your anger as confetti, the intensity of the emotion pulsing through you in heavy waves, reminding you that you are still very much alive)

— not enough days in the week to wallow in self-pity. your elegant handwriting that was once the envy of others, with romantic loops and tight lettering, quickly morphs into illegible scribbles, the ire so tangible that it hurts to breathe. so, you simply swallow it back. tuck your discomfort into a minuscule box, compartmentalize your feelings about certain things and certain people — or, rather, in your case, one particular person — and don’t look back.

you must never, ever look back.

on warm nights like this, you leave your window open — you’ve always held on to the belief that whatever negative feelings or thoughts that plague you throughout the day will be purged by the sea salt air. it’s a drunken superstition you heard many years ago, but you’ve held on to the ritual just in case. a breeze caresses your face as you stick your head out and lean against the wooden planes of the thick window sill, your inhale is deep enough that you might just float away.

if you part your lips enough, you can swallow an infinite amount of that magical energy. the night transforms you — makes a reality out of the darkness, rebuilds you from the ground up. a priestess in the making; your body is a temple in ruin, your limbs are sturdy pillars, hair an ethereal spirit roaming through the empty corridors in your chest, your untouched hands an altar cut from marble, your mind a congregation of the devoted followers who have lost their way.

so you close your eyes, soak it all in, hope for the best.

you wonder if you’ll be ingested by your emotions in the near future; you’ve done so well at bottling everything up, the contents growing steadily with time, weighing heavily around your neck. teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you bite down until the pain becomes too unbearable to withstand.

a bad habit, a really, really bad habit.

it’s your fault, really — you understand that, truly you do, but it doesn’t make it easier to accept. if rejection is fire, then you will mold yourself to be an indomitable monsoon — a war that wages on for eternity.

the most logical thing for you to do would be to talk it out, but how can you when the organ in charge of decision-making has taken an extended hiatus for the time being, leaving you under the care of your shameless, impulsive heart.

a succession of knocks on your door makes you flinch, your back ramrod straight when you back away from the window. there are only a handful of people who would come to you this late at night, but you have a feeling — as the door handle turns, as the hinges creak with the slow opening of the door — that your unsolicited guest is actually the most preposterous person in your life right now.

ace has never been one to shy away from a challenge, and you are not an exception.

“you missed dinner.”

not the three-word combination you hoped to hear, and while your heart may be foolish enough to search for hidden meaning behind his playful grin, you know better.

“i wasn’t hungry.” one truth for the night, let’s see if you can manage another.

he tilts his head, dark hair following his movements, and folds his arms against his chest. “why?” he can’t imagine a moment where someone wouldn’t be hungry, so naturally your response confuses him. and it’s that confusion coupled with a dopey demeanor that should agitate you, but it doesn’t; it just complicates things. makes you reconsider, want to rewind time and try again. but you can’t. you can never go back.

“does it matter why?”

you turn away from him, look out of the window again and hope he takes your disinterest as genuine. you can’t deal with him right now, you’d be better off if he could give you time to purge your thoughts. but ace isn’t the sort of man who patiently waits for things like that. he prefers to barge through his problems head-on, to make a mess of things and then scramble to fix them. it’s the rush of life that keeps him going, so why is all of this so damn complicated?

rubbing his thumb against his bottom lip in silent contemplation, he watches you carefully, the gears in his mind ticking slowly and slowly until an idea forms in his head.

if you weren’t stuck in your head, you’d notice him walking closer. “i think i know what’s wrong,” he says after a while; you scoff in response, keeping your back to him, but he leans against the wall on your right side, annoying you with his warm presence. he’s so sure he has you figured out, and you hate it; you want to hate him too, but you can’t because you know that deep down there’s no way you could ever harbor any actual animosity towards him. “no, really. i’m very good at reading people.”

a humorless laugh escapes from your mouth — dry and full of irritation. “you have a lot of damn nerve,” you say, voice raising as you glance at him out of the corners of your eyes. “first you say you want nothing to do with me, now you’re here in my space ruining my night. go. away.” your anger, mixed mostly with sadness — at your ineptitude, at his obliviousness — wafts off of your body in small waves, but ace stands firm, a puzzled expression stamped on his face. so fucking priceless.

“what the hell are you talking about?” his dark brows furrow closely together, lips tugging downwards into a frown. something about that makes you feel uneasy, but you ignore it; your heart is a silly, stupid thing and you don’t have time for it to suddenly grow a conscience again.

you roll your eyes as you partially turn to face him. “don’t lie, it’s unbecoming.” which is rich coming from you. besides, pirates lie all the time, so you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s feigning ignorance. except, he really has no idea what you’re talking about.

“i’m not lying, really!” if this was a courtroom, you’d have already sentenced him to life in prison without parole, but, unfortunately, you could not play judge, jury, or executioner in this instance. another deeper frown settles on his face, but then memories of a conversation from days prior flood his mind. and then it clicks. “wait, did you overhear my conversation with thatch the other day?” the way he casually brings it up only makes your face burn painfully, your mouth and throat drying even more.

“yes,” you say quietly, voice firm. you want to drive the point home, want him to understand that you really, really don’t want to be around him right now.

ace tilts his head again, watching your stiff movements before his lips stretch into a slow, sly smile. “you’re an idiot,” he says lightly, laughing right after. you stare at him, wide-eyed and in shock. his cruelty clearly knows no bounds, and you can feel a piece of your sanity leave you as another crack forms around your fragile heart. because you can’t stomach the sight of him — not out of actual disgust, but because his attractiveness offends you greatly — you turn your back to him and march to your bed, maybe if you scream into your pillow he’ll get the hint and leave.

the universe, unfortunately, loves to torment you, because ace’s strides take him to you in seemingly no time at all. he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you still; if you were warm before, you’re burning up now. it’s not just his body temperature, but really him in general; if you’re not careful, you’ll suffocate. but you don’t move, don’t push him away, if anything you end up relaxing, hands gripping his forearm tightly.

“are you going to listen?” he asks, lips feather-light as they graze the side of your neck. “if you stayed to hear the whole conversation, you wouldn’t have been upset.”

an absolutely ridiculous accusation on his part; you clench your teeth and inhale deeply — a mistake on your part, his scent — rich, heavy; sandalwood and cinnamon — infiltrates your body. if you choke right then and there, you’d die with a piece of him inside of you. the idea makes you want to rip your hair out, so you count in your head and ignore the way you instinctively press closer to him. you also ignore the way his lips coast up your neck until he reaches your ear.

“stop running from me, i’m trying to tell you something.” he’s been trying to say this for a while, but he’s terrible with words and has even worse timing.

you decide to give him a chance to explain, and hum quietly, a shiver climbing down your spine when his lips make contact with the curve of your ear.

“you’re right, i don’t want anything to do with you,” his words slice through the top layer of your skin, “i want everything.” if you thought your heart was foolish before, it’s doubly foolish now. maybe even more than that. you swallow at that, your breath uneven, and wonder just how you let ace complicate your life time and time again. you close your eyes and wet your lips with your tongue; ace takes your silence as a good thing. it means you heard him perfectly clear. and when your nails sink into his skin, he chuckles — the sound reverberating along your skin, rattling your bones, reminding you that his audacity knows no bounds.

“why…” you squeak, clear your throat and try again. “why did you say it like that?” in a way that seemed confusing, you want to say. “i thought…” foolish, foolish, foolish. “whatever.” you mumble that last bit which only makes him chuckle again; ace drops a lingering kiss on your neck, a small fire erupting in its wake. you squirm and try to distance yourself, but his hold is strong and your will is weak. and, because his deviousness never ends, he turns you around to face him properly. you can’t bear to look at him, your proclivity for jumping to conclusions has you feeling all sorts of shame; but ace doesn’t mind, he likes that side of you — likes all your sides, really — so when he gently grabs your chin, tilts it upward, you feel hopeful.

that hope only intensifies when he kisses you; his lips moving against yours slowly, and, because you really are tired of fighting him on every little thing, you relax in his hold, step closer, part your lips and kiss him back. his kisses are soft, experimental — as if he’s testing to see how far you’ll let him go before you run again. but, what he doesn’t realize is, you’ve been holding back for so long that you’re ready to burst. you slip your tongue in his mouth, that fire you felt earlier burns through you and has you pulling him onto your bed, the mattress soft and fluffy. panting lightly, each kiss leaving you more breathless than the last; ace rolls you onto your back and he hovers above, a smirk prancing onto his lips at your dazed expression.

you feel like slapping him, but refrain when his lips are on your neck again, leaving behind lingering kisses that have you arching your back and whining pathetically. ace’s hands are clumsy but fast, doing his best to not destroy your clothes as he peels them off of you. thankful that he put his savagery aside to be a bit considerate for your clothing, you don’t bother feigning shyness, your legs spreading, giving ace the sort of access that makes his cock press stiffly against the front of his knee-length shorts. he tells himself to calm down, to not rush, to savor the moment. he rubs a thick finger up and down the folds of your pussy, your hips twitch and buck forward at his light touch. you shoot him an incredulous look, words stuck in your mouth when he dips his finger inside, your arousal pooling and prettily coating his skin.

if he had it his way, he’d just take his time fingering you, but he can tell by the look in your eyes that you’ve run out of patience with him tonight. grinning, because what else can he do but grin in a situation like this, ace pushes your legs further apart, lowering his head and trailing kisses along the inner part of your thighs. you bite down on your lip, afraid of being too vocal — you refuse to let anyone on the ship hear you — but when he inserts a second finger, begins pumping them in and out of your cunt, all of that determination goes out the window.

“ace,” you breathe, hips rolling, he flicks his tongue against your clit in warning, and you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper that has him plunging his fingers into you deeply. again, he tries to remind himself to keep at a steady pace, but your reactions entice him to be reckless, to see just how much you’ll let him get away with before you’re back to cursing his name. ace gives you a look — one that’ll haunt you when you try to sleep, that’ll have you rubbing your thighs at the memory — before eating your pussy, thoroughly enjoying the way you’re writhing underneath him. he curls his fingers inside of you and you press a hand over your mouth to keep yourself in check; but it doesn’t work, because ace is truly a devil in disguise.

he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy fast and hard, enjoying the way your slick arousal drips onto his skin, mouth warm as he slurps up the excess. you’re annoyed at how much you enjoy the sound of it, and at how much you like having ace’s mouth on you. he has a maddening effect on you, because you completely disregard your pride and drop your hand, allowing your moans to echo around the room. his cock is heavy, pre-cum seeping out of his slit — he knows he’ll need to take care of it, but all in due time. for now, he’ll enjoy his third after-dinner dessert. he moans against your skin, plucking his fingers out of you suddenly and running his tongue up and down your pussy, swirling around, gluttonous as he devours you.

you buck your hips forward, panting and moaning his name loudly, a tremor passing through you when he sucks on your clit hard. he holds your hips steady, which simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on at the same time. you tug on his hair, riding his face shamelessly as he tongue-kisses your pussy — a messy affair that has you so elevated you can barely see straight. when he plunges his tongue inside you, it’s as if the string that bound you together finally snaps. you babble at him incoherently, body entirely too sensitive, and an orgasm surprises you, has your back arching off the bed completely as your thighs tremble around his head. he works you through the orgasm by finger-fucking you again, remorseless and relentless.

whatever impossible feelings you had for him before only intensify; your fingers are still tangled in his hair even when he pulls away from your pussy, tongue gliding along his lips as he laps up your wetness, grinning at you slyly in the process. you feel your face flush and you grab a pillow to hit him with it. he laughs at your feeble attempt, drops kisses onto your jaw and neck. you sigh before wrapping your arms around him, clinging as you kiss him lazily. despite being a little theatrical and hasty, you’re happy with the turn of events; you just hope that your crew mates were far enough away to not hear the way you fell apart underneath him.

you can hardly deal with ace being smug, you don’t know what you’ll do if the others tease you about him too.

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