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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Hii! Can we get a fic with how would it like to be if the reader was basically douma same personality appearence etc. With Alastor? I REALLY WANT TO SEE HOW IT WOULD GO.

Oh my fucking god. This Duo— it’s this duo and Discord with Alastor, I think would mesh well! Haha! Anyway! I am definitely trying this out, thank you, loves! Hope you enjoy!

Alastor- Rainbow Irises

Ah… a cannibalistic murderous cult has rolled into the Pride Ring. Alastor isn’t surprised when he hears over the new Overlord being the Eternal Paradise Cult leader. He’s heard worse

Though… her eyes are a mesmerising rainbow. A gorgeous, colourful, almost hypnotic swirl of multiple colours and the way she has presented herself to the Pride Ring… menacing yet elegant and cool-headed. Dressed like a fancy old-fashioned Japanese woman and wielding golden sharp fans

You’re an entire walking-talking red flag of a person. Speaking smooth and doting to everybody you meet but raising your fangs to their neck. You’re possibly even worse than Valentino. You trick everybody into thinking you’re polite and considerate and playful but you have a VERY ugly monster under those rainbow eyes

You have that charisma and friendliness Alastor uses regularly, coming off as upbeat and you greets all the Overlords politely but the proclaims you make… the way you eat other sinner demons with no problem and even brag about putting heads of decapitated men in pots. You have everybody in the room’s spines shivering in both disgust and intimidation at how you’re like

Alastor respects the way you establish yourself and getting his full respect is hard. You are intimidating, you are menacing, it’s a sign of how strong you actually are. The second strongest Overlord in Hell’s history(right behind Alastor). You regularly loom over Alastor and enjoy sweet-talking him

Alastor can recognise when a psychopath is talking so he never falls for your tricks nor your innocent act. You’re dangerous and twisted, specifically targeting and only eating men, hence you’re only-men member cult. He won’t let you even try take a finger off him

Alastor is basically our Shinobu, except Al doesn’t beat on us

Alastor doesn’t like you just touching him. You’ll reach out and touch him, solely to annoy him. He isn’t scared of you but he can tell why the other Overlords are so tense around you… you’re the most perfect cult leader, a inviting aura and a sensual voice that screams illusionary safety

Alastor has to hold his breath around you. When you’re angry, you turn ice cold and you don’t mind making the air too frozen for anybody to breathe in. So, he is quite careful with you. Juggling inbetween cold treatment and warm treatment, he feels like he is handling a spoiled brat when he talks to you

Alastor ignores the ‘gifts’ you make or get him. The lotus ice statues are wonderful but he knows what you’re trying to do… he may compliment your work but he won’t let you talk him into anything

But that doesn’t mean, Alastor doesn’t find your work nor your power impressive. He is very impressed and he rewards you for all you’ve done with your little cult and rising up to the rank to being the second strongest Overlord ever known in Hell. It’s a grand feat that he will clap to

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Aren’t you even a little bit worried about me, Lord Alastor~?”

“Darling. Kindly do not touch—“

“You don’t know how dreadfully worried I was. Since you all are cherished comrades of mine. I’d be heartbroken if I lost any of my comrades~”

Alastor finds your Japanese voice and language irresistible in a way, since it reflects your English and ‘nature’ very well but once again… he won’t fall for how often you say you like him. He knows people like you, he’s one of them. He’ll just commend what you’ve done as a Pride Ring Overlord

Alastor HATES the ‘Lord Alastor’ nickname you give him and always address him under… yeah. You give it to every other Overlord, he isn’t the only one who is called ‘Lord’ but it feels so condescending and in reality, it is…

“Silence, my dear. The adults are speaking… now, calm down that temper of yours. We don’t need anymore aircon in this room”

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ladders101 · 4 months

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what if we were a duo of unlikely best friends on a show and developed the strongest bond out out of everyone and the writers played up our closeness for jokes and bits until our canon codependency accidentally made it impossible for either of us to get in a relationship because it would make no sense for anyone else to be our priority when we are the most established couple. and we were both boys

#the only way troy and abed could get partners is if said partner hated themselves eg: britta #community #nbc community #community nbc #troy barnes #abed nadir #trobed

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milaisreading · 6 months

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🌱🩷: So, I had this one sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now. Tbh, this is my first time attempting to write Hetalia x reader content. Hope you enjoy it. And yes, I made Yn a Nordic state, bcs why not. We all love some chaos.

(C/n)- Country name

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No warnings, really. Requests for Hetalia stories are open

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌍

"Why me?! You know I hate almost everyone." The girl asked her long time friend and ally, Finland, over the phone. The blonde laughed over the phone, which caused the other country to growl a little.

"Sorry, but you know how these meetings go. Every year one of us Nordics have to join these things. This year it's your turn, (C/n)." The said country cringed as Finland used her country name. He only used it on her when the argument was over or she made him mad.

"I know... Let's hope this ends well." She sighed, a little terrified of the meeting.

'8 of the strongest World powers will be with me in that meeting room... let's hope I won't be forced to sit between Russia and America again.' She gulped, finishing her call with Finland.

"It doesn't help that all of them hate me, too."

(Y/n) mumbled to herself and went to get ready.

"France, what's with those flowers?" China questioned, his eyes narrowing at the blonde. This caused Russia and America, who for once weren't arguing, to look at the blonde as well.

"Nothing, old friend~ you know I love roses the most." France smiles nonchalantly.

"Really? Then what's with that paper in the bouquet?" Germany questioned.

"What paper? Oh this?! It's just the bill!" France laughed awkwardly. He tried to take the pink paper, but America beat him to it and took it instead. France frowned nervously as Japan made a observation too.

"And you smell odd today... Did you use some cologne?" The Japanese asked.

"That'-"

"And why did you insist for our Nordic guest to sit so close to you? I thought you found Sweden scary, frog." England added in.

"What are you talking about, old friend? Sweden is a nice guy, I want to get close to him."

Russia and Germany sent him looks of disbelief, but before either could say anything, America let out a yell.

"France, dude?! You really are so uncool! How could you do this to me?"

"What?" England blinked, looking between the duo.

"What are you talking about?" France asked innocently, but America shoved the paper into his face.

"To my beloved (Y/n)?! Really?! And you are so casual to use my girl's human name, too!"

America glared at the French nation. France, angered by his last sentence got up and glared right back at America.

"Your girl? My beloved (Y/n) would never go for a loud mouth like you."

"(Y/n)? Do you guys mean (C/n)-san?" Japan suddenly interrupted them, causing the rest to realize what is going on.

"Wait, why did you buy flowers for her? And don't claim her so casually, pigs." China frowned, getting a little jealous. Russia, who was smiling the whole time looked at the duo, too.

"China is right. The little sunflower is too cute and delicate to be claimed by dirty men like you. So stay away."

France and America shuddered for a moment and the ominous aura surrounding Russia. And before another fight could start, Germany, England, and Japan spoke up. The trio was jealous and pissed as well by their comments, but they couldn't cause a fight now.

"Calm it down, all of you." Germany commanded.

"You all are acting like immature kids." England frowned.

"Let's all just take a deep breath for a moment." Japan suggested. The group slowly nodded their heads and one by one sat down. After a few minutes China spoke up, looking menacingly at France.

"But seriously, what's with those flowers? You are not planning to give it to Sweden so that he can hand them to (C/n)?" The oldest nation raised his eyebrow as France gulped and laughed nervously.

"Why not? Her and Sweden are close friends."

"Cut the crap. What's this all about?"

"Yeah, you have been acting off ever since you sent that invitation to Sweden." Now it was England and Japan's turn to look at him in confusion.

"I might... might not have invited Sweden this year... hahaha."

Now, France was usually a smug and calm person, but he knew this revelation would make room for a hellfire not even he wanted.

"What do you mean by that?" Germany narrowed his eyes.

"Acho!" (Y/n) let out a small sneeze as she walked down the streets of Paris, utterly confused as to where she was.

"I got lost...didn't I?" (Y/n) muttered to herself, getting her phone out to check her location.

'This is bad! If I am late, Germany will be pissed at me! And if he is pissed, he might berate me! Oh, I am so dead.' The nation gulped as she looked at her watch.

"Bella! I didn't expect to see you here!"

The girl jumped in surprise as she heard a familiar voice and quickly turned around.

"Italy?! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the meeting by now? You are always there early with Germany and Japan." The Nordic nation commented, sighing in relief that she wasn't the only one late.

"Oh~ I wanted to get some food before going. Here, take some~" The Italian said happily, handing her a few pastries he bought.

"Ah? You shouldn't give me these." The girl blushed, surprised by his kind gesture.

'But... Italy has always been like this to everyone.' She argued herself as Italy shook his head.

"I want you to have it. I tried some of the sweets in the bakeries already, so I am full. Besides..." Italy grew shy a little, but still kept his usual closed-eyes smile.

"I bought them for you. I remember you told me and China once how you don't eat prior to our meetings."

"Y-you remembered that? That conversation was years ago." (Y/n) blushed a little in embarrassment, but was touched by his gesture.

"It was important enough to remember!" Italy argued.

'He is such a flirt... well, he is a country of passion and romance, if I recall correctly.' The girl smiled gently and nodded her head.

"Thank you, Italy. It's really kind of you. But you came all the way here to buy me food?"

"France said the best bakeries are here. But why are you here? Yesterday I saw that you would be in our meeting too, this place is pretty far away from there."

"I... I kinda got lost." The girl said, genuinely sounding embarrassed. Italy blushed at her cute behavior and nodded his head. Without any warning, the European country took her free hand and started dragging her to a nearby parking spot.

"I-Italy, don't grab people like that!" The other country scolded him, but knew it was futile against him.

"Bella, don't worry. I will drive us there. I did come with a car, after all."

The words caused (Y/n) to sigh in relief for a moment as she thanked Italy for his help. But, that relief soon turned into panic as the words finally sunk in.

'Italy... will drive me?' She gulped as the approached the sports car.

'I should have prepared a will.'

Italy, oblivious to her panic, held himself back from skiping and humming in happiness. He finally gets to spend time with his beloved (Y/n) without anyone interrupting him.

"We will be there in no time!" The Italian said enthusiastically.

"Y-yay..."

'Is this my karma because I ate Iceland's pudding last week?'

"So... you invited (C/n) and not Sweden and decided not to tell us, right? Did I get that right?" Although Germany looked and sounded calm, France could tell the blonde was far from it.

"Surprise." The French nation laughed, pissing the rest off even more.

"You backstabbing frog! Why wouldn't you tell us this sooner?!" England yelled as America held him back from jumping the country.

"Yeah, what even was your plan here? Did you want to impress her or something?" The youngest country asked.

"My dear friend, I don't need to try that hard. (C/n) can tell I am a better pick without me even trying much."

"What do you mean by that?" Japan asked the French country.

"Women love a man who is honest with his emotions, romantic, and most importantly, can cook." The final being more a jab on England than anything.

"Hold up! That would include me, too! I am always honest with her!" America yelled in protest, earning disapproving looks from Russia and China.

"You yell, America. That doesn't mean you are honest. Besides, she always said she likes my cooking more." China laughed as he got a nasty look from Japan.

"Well, in that case she must like me more. She always compliments my cuisine and likes listening to my interests-"

"Same with me! What now?!" The two Asian countries glared daggers at each other while Russia was smiling menacingly at them.

"I think I would be a better fit for the sunflower. After all, we both grew up in the cold and I can also protect her better-"

"Russia, you scare her. You are not a better fit." Germany sent a side-glare at the platinum blonde.

"Same for you, old friend."

The once calm room turned into a screaming match between the nations. Neither noticing Italy and (C/n) walk in, looking at them in astonishment.

"Ve~ let's skip out on the meeting and go get food instead."

"I-" She looked at the Italian man and then at the rest, a feeling of defeat taking over her body.

'Why did I agree to this? I knew I should have stayed in self-isolation! Denmark will pay for it!'

#hetalia #aph #hws #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia china #hetalia russia #hetalia italy #hetalia france #hetalia england #hetalia america #hetalia japan #hetalia germany #hetalia allies #hetalia axis powers

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amethystfairy1 · 4 months

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I love the Traveling Thieves au! Do you happen to have any spare Pearl lore for the soul?

Some Pearl Lore in this trying time, I see?

Lemme think...

Well! She's spent most of her time since getting sold from her colony in various mercenary bands or workhouses, which would essentially rent her out, so she's done a lot of work as a mercenary and a fighter, and hasn't spent much time under the direct eye of a master, the way Grian and Jimmy have. She loves pastries and sweets but never asks for them, but Gem is perceptive enough to notice and always makes sure to send Pearl to get them 'snacks' while in the city and have her choose something she likes. Pearl usually picks something plainer for herself out of nervousness, but she's getting better about it!

Out of the three avians we know, Pearl is the strongest fighter, with Grian being a close second and Jimmy third, but he's got other benefits going for him since he's grown, he is considerably physically stronger than either of them. Pearl hasn't seen Grian since they were sold from their colony at 15, and she hasn't seen Jimmy since he was 13, the age he would've been when his older cousins were sold away.

Pearl also loves the rain and thunderstorms! She finds the sounds to be soothing and the dark clouds pretty!

I hope this was enough Pearl lore to tide you over till we get to see our deadly Shiny Duo again!

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #traveling thieves au #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #grian #jimmy solidarity #skyblings #shiny duo

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fandom-chic · 10 months

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Please Please Please: Chapter 4

Summary: Y/N is only a child when she and Tommy Shelby meet. The two quickly become best friends as they grow up in Small Heath. As the years go by, Y/N and Tommy realize there may be more to their friendship than they originally thought.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Y/N

A/N: Hello everybody! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Love seeing all the comments, they make my heart smile. You guys rock my socks <3

Previous chapter

James and Y/N drove in silence through the streets of Small Heath. It was a silence that hung in the air like the end of a bad joke, except no one forced a polite smile, especially Y/N. All she wanted to do was curl in a ball on her bed and hope for sleep to take her away from Tommy. It seemed to be the only time she could truly escape from his grasp on her. It was when she saw the outline of The Garrison did she realize she had another outlet to forget about Thomas Shelby.

“Let me out here,” she said, not bothering to glance at her date. She felt the car slow to a stop and she hopped out. It was then that she spared a glance at James. There was a pitiful air to him, one that told her this was the last time she would see him.

“Get home safe.” Was all he said, before pulling her door shut and driving off. She watched the automobile disappear into the darkness. She would get home how she got home at this point, all she knew at this moment was she needed a glass of whiskey in her hand. She walked through the front door of The Garrison and was surprised to see it almost empty, except for a few patrons and one familiar figure.

“Look who the hell decided to show up.” she teased, a smile musing upon her lips. Arthur turned to face her, a goofy smirk on his face.

“If it ain’t Y/N,” he got up from his spot at the bar, approaching the younger woman and enveloping her in a hug. “How are you, love?”

“I’m alright,” Was all she was willing to disclose to him. He didn’t dig deeper as he ushered her toward the bar.

“And what will the lady be drinking tonight,” he asked, motioning for the bartender to approach.

“The strongest whiskey you have,” she replied, eliciting an eyebrow raise from the bartender. He could sense her present level of intoxication, but he didn’t question it. He poured her a glass, nodded toward Arthur, and began to clean the bar. She took a large swig, letting the amber liquid slide down her throat. It burned going down but the buzz that was there afterwards made up for it.

“I never took you for a whiskey girl,” Arthur said, taking another sip of his own.

“I guess it’s one of those nights,” she said, preparing herself to guzzle down the rest.

“So, who’s the bastard who broke your heart this time?” She smirked to herself, knowing Arthur had seen this show before. He was well acquainted with the bad luck that seemed to revolve around her love life. During her years of friendship with Tommy, Arthur would be pulled into the teenage drama that revolved around the duo. He pretended to be annoyed by all the chaos and gossip that accompanied the teens, but she could tell he enjoyed hearing about their lives.

She waved down the bartender, asking for another drink before responding, “Your fucking brother.”

A sigh escaped Arthur’s lips, “What’d the fucker do this time?” he asked. She shook her head to herself as the bartender poured her second drink of the last few minutes.

“He told me he didn’t want to see me anymore,” She took a sip, “He said our friendship didn’t make sense. What the hell does that even mean? It doesn’t have to make sense! It’s not a bloody algebra problem! It’s such bullshit.” She could feel the steam coming out of her ears.

“What a bastard,” Arthur said wistfully, as if there were words between the spaces of that sentence that needed to be said.

“A bastard indeed,” Was her response. She stared straight ahead as Arthur turned to face the younger woman.

“Tommy will kill me if I told you this but,” he gestured to Y/N, “I can’t see you looking that sad. It breaks me heart.” A stifled chuckle escaped her lips, bringing the cup up to her mouth to take another long sip. Everything inside her tried not to look at Arthur because she knew the second she looked into his eyes, she would break.

“What is it?” she asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

A long exhale escaped her friend as he responded, “He misses you like hell, kid.” She impulsively turned toward the man beside her.

“He sure has a shitty way of showing it,” she said, a quiver in her voice.

“Since whatever happened that day on the lake, he hasn’t been himself,” Arthur said, taking a swig of his drink, “He’s been more solemn than he already is and that’s saying a lot. Usually, you’re the one to make him less depressed” A bitter laugh erupted from her as she tried not to roll her eyes.

“So, he didn’t say that he missed me, you just think there’s the possibility that he might miss me.” She watched the way the ice settled in her drink, wishing she could sink.

Arthur shook his head to himself, knowing that he would not convince Y/N, “I know my brother, Y/N. Something went out in him after that day. The only thing I think it could be is you.”

“Well,” she said, putting her drink down on the bar, “if he truly missed me, wouldn’t he have said something rather than push me away?” Arthur cocked an eyebrow at Y/N as she relayed the events of that night.

Arthur finished off his drink before responding, “Tommy is who he is, and whatever is up his ass might just need a bit more time. You know as well as I do how he can be.”

“We’ve never fought for this long, Arthur,” she gazed away from him toward the bottles of liquor behind the bar, “Even as children when he hit me with the baseball, he was at my door within minutes to apologize.” If a child can see the difference between right and wrong that quickly, she could only imagine what an adult would do in that exact situation. To her surprise, she heard a light chuckle leave Arthur’s lips.

“Did he never tell you what actually happened that day?” Arthur questioned. Y/N looked toward him, tilting her head in confusion. “I guess he didn’t. Might as well tell you.” He brushed a hand through his hair before continuing, “That day, he wasn’t going to apologize.” This made her sit up straighter.

“What?” she asked, her whole friendship with Tommy rushing before her eyes.

Arthur smirked and nodded, “He was ready to let you go, that’s how he has always been with everyone. Then I asked him if he was really willing to let you go over a stupid baseball game. I don’t know what it was about that but something clicked and he ran after you. That night when he came back home and I asked how the apology went,” Arthur paused, looking at Y/N, “he smiled and said ‘I think I met my best friend,’” Y/N could feel her heart soften at the end of that story. She knew she felt that way that day but she didn’t know Tommy felt the same. She felt a tear come into her eye and a finger go up to her eye to wipe it away.

“Why are you telling me this story?” she questioned.

“Sometimes, Tommy needs some convincing to realize he is making a shit decision,” Arthur motioned to the bartender to top off his drink, “And I just don’t think anyone has called him on this shit yet. I’d say you will have Tommy back soon.” Arthur’s words along with the alcohol softened Y/N.

“You really think so?” It felt like a plea coming from her lips.

Arthur nodded, “He needs you as much as you need him.” Y/N was ready to hug the older man when she noticed something, the music on the phonograph slowed to a tune she could recall from anywhere. It was The Girl With The Flaxen Hair by Claude Debussy, one of her favorite songs. Arthur saw the change in her expression and smiled at her.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding a hand out to her. She looked around the room but the bar seemed empty except for the stray patron or two. Perfect.

“I would love to,” she responded as Arthur led her to the center of The Garrison. Her left hand goes into his and her right hand falls onto his shoulder. His left hand gives hers a squeeze and his right hand falls onto her back. She couldn’t help but smile at the man before her. He was the brother she always dreamed of having, tough but loving. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder as the song went on. For the first time in a long time, she was at peace, but that was only momentary. She felt Arthur stiffen as the song came to an end. She looked up at him to see him staring at the entryway. She followed his gaze to see a man she did not expect to see tonight.

“You two look to be having a good time.” Tommy’s voice felt like a dagger, punctuated by the exhale of a cigarette in her direction. Arthur immediately detached himself from Y/N, taking a step away as well. Y/N looked over at Arthur, her eyes pleading for him to say something, anything to make this situation less terrible.

“I’ll give you two some privacy.” That was the last thing she wanted him to say. Before she could interject, Arthur had already made his way into the back of the bar.

Tommy turned to the remaining patrons, “Out. Now.” As if his words were a spell, they followed what he said. Now, they were truly alone. He takes his jacket and hat off, placing them on a table before asking, “What are you doing here?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “It’s a bar and I wanted a drink.”

Tommy let out a sigh, bringing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and rubbing it, “You know this is my bar.”

She gave him a sarcastic smirk, “I didn’t think you would be coming here tonight, your date seemed like a pretty sure thing.” At that, Tommy approached the bar, opening up the side door to go behind it. He began to pour himself a drink.

“I can at least say I tried.” He mumbled to himself.

“Tried what?” Y/N asked.

“To make you leave.” He puts the bottle down. “Seems I can’t get rid of you.” He throws back the drink.

“Tommy,” she said, approaching the bar, “Why do you want me to leave? Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want to go away?” Tommy didn’t meet her gaze, as he poured another drink.

“I want you to be safe, Y/N.” He put the bottle back on the counter, “You know the way that my life is going, that won’t be possible anymore.”

The alcohol went around her shoulders like a blanket, giving her the confidence to say, “That’s so stupid, Tommy.” A real smile and laugh came out of Tommy. One that she had not seen in six months.

“Now that is not how I expected this conversation to go.” He took another drag of his cigarette, “In all the ways I thought of this talk going, I did not imagine you calling me stupid.”

She giggled to herself, taking a seat on the barstool, “So, you knew we would speak again.”

He leaned against the bar, his face inches from hers, “I told you, I can’t seem to get rid of you and you can’t seem to get rid of me. Maybe that’s just how life is supposed to be, you and me.” Her thoughts began to swim. She wasn’t sure if it was the booze or the fact that Tommy smelled like whiskey and soap. All she knew was that she didn’t want to move away from him. She only moved when the next song came on, one that she remembered well. The movement was a chuckle that turned into a laugh as Tommy followed suit.

“You remember this song?” She asked, motioning toward the phonograph.

He smirked and nodded, “How could I forget?”

The first time that Y/N heard this song was a moment that replayed in her head from time to time. It was a hot August day. She was 16 and Tommy was 17. There was nothing to do that day but lay on the floor of Tommy’s room and listen to music. They stayed side by side for hours as track after track played. Finally, a track with provocative lyrics rose from the phonograph, causing Y/N to giggle and blush. Tommy looked over at her and smirked.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing!” she said, shaking her head as if she was trying to shake the blush off her cheeks.

Tommy nudged her shoulder, “Come on, tell me.”

She paused before answering, “I don’t know, the words are just so… raunchy.” The blush came back onto her lips as Tommy let out a belly laugh.

“What? Have you never had a shag?” This caused Y/N to burst out in laughter.

“I haven’t even had my first kiss, let alone slept with a man.” She expected Tommy to laugh along with her but when she looked over at him, he was already sat up, looking down at her.

“Really?” There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

She sat up and faced him, “Really,” Y/N said. She shrugged to herself, continuing, “I just don’t think anyone wants me in that way.” There was a long pause as Y/N expected Tommy to say something sarcastic but all he did was stare. Y/N matched his gaze.

He then took his best friend's hand, “Don’t say that,” and continued to stare. He took a deep breath before saying, “If you’d like, I can kiss you.” Y/N didn’t know how to respond, all she could do was gaze into her best friend’s eyes. Neither teen knew what to do except let their faces grow closer together. His breath graced her lips, so close. Then the song changed, and so did her mind.

“No, Tommy,” She backed away. “Not like this.” He backed away.

“I understand.” He said with a nod.

“I want it to be with someone I love who loves me back.”

Y/N felt her mind come back to 1913 as she giggled to herself, “Fuck that is what you said!” Tommy said as he took a large sip from his drink.

She shrugged, “I was harsh, it might be why I didn’t have my first kiss for another year.”

“I remember that,” Tommy said, sitting beside her at the bar, “George Milton, right?”

She nodded, “By the bridge. He bit my lip and it bled.” Tommy let out a snicker. A comfortable silence fell over the two old friends. Tommy was the first to break it.

“So, why did you say no.” She looked up into his blue eyes to see a sense of curiosity there.

“I told you, my sixteen year old self wanted it to be with someone she loved,” Y/N took a sip of her whiskey before continuing, “She wanted magic and delusion. Still haven’t found that yet.” James crossed her mind for a fleeting second and left as quickly as he came. Tommy’s gaze did not leave hers, watching how the words stayed in her mind. Then the song changed again. The tune was a waltz, one that made a smile come onto Y/N's face.

Tommy held out his hand, “Arthur can’t be the only one dancing with you tonight.” Y/N gave Tommy her hand as he led her out to where she and Arthur danced earlier. Their hands found their homes on each other's bodies easily as the couple began to sway to the tune. Y/N looked up into Tommy’s blue eyes and he gazed down into hers. His hand relaxed on the small of her back, sliding down and pulling her closer. She laid her head on his chest feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. She moved her arm behind him, holding him tight. The pair swayed as Tommy laid his head on top of hers.

“Y/N?” She moved her head off his chest to look up at him, “You’re not delusional. You just want what you deserve.” That was when she felt her lips begin to grace his. As soon as they touched, Tommy backed away.

The pair stopped and pulled apart.

“I have to go,” Tommy said. Before Y/N could question him, he was out the door.

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oz00ms2 · 6 months

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I bet Shanks in the Firebug au has asked Firebug to come with him at least several times. Since their departure here is on way different terms than canon (even tough getting to Firebug that it was indeed an accident is probably gonna take a while. But I do believe it would be easier to get trough to him than canon as well) Shanks still holds out a little hope that he can set things right. Firebug holds a dagger to the dreaded redhaired pirates troath and snarls at him for any last words, only for his opponent to grab his arm in a flash and violently twist it behind his own back, managing to pin him to the wall behind him.

If Sharks had any mercy he would kill him quickly, slit his troath, run a sword trough his back, even killing him with his own explosives would be less cruel than him leaning in so close that he can feel Shanks breath against his neck. “Buggy…sail with me again. Let’s see the world like we always said we would when we were kids! The whole grand line is gonna know your name! We’ll have our own ship and our own crew like we’d always wanted and they’d adore you! I’ll let you design all the weapons you can think off! Please Buggy, let’s make Rodger prou-“

The elbow to his stomach hits Shanks hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs completly for a second and Firebug screams loud enough for his ears to ring and it makes avoiding Firebugs frantic stabbing towards him with his holdout weapon a bit of a challenge : “I DON’T NEED CHARITY FROM THE LIKES OF YOU! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT ME LIKE YOU STILL KNOW ME!? HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU STILL KNOW ABOUT WHAT I DREAM ABOUT YOU RAT?!”

If Shanks was a merciful man he would have shouted back at Firebug or at least try to reason with him. If he wasn’t as utterly cruel as Firebug knows him to be he maybe would have looked hurt by those accusations, trying to tell him that this is not true, that he still believes in the young boy he knew years ago. Even just looking slightly remorseful would have been better than this. But Shanks doesn’t yell and he doesn’t try to argue, the smug bastards face instead bearing an expression of complete and utter understanding as he says “I see. You have your own dreams now.” Before the oncoming footsteps alert them to more marines coming and Shanks disappears.

Captain Firebug replays that scene over and over in his head. It’s disgusting. Utterly absurd. Sailing with Shanks again. Trading his secure post for a life of danger and uncertainty. Damn Idiot has lost his marbles. Like their time together as kids meant anything. Like the promises between two dumbass kids in the middle of the night mean shit to the world. Like Shanks hanging down from his Hammock and extending his pinkie towards him was akin to a blood pact when he promised him they would be the greatest pirates who ever lived (“The most amazing.” -“The strongest!” -“ The absolute FLASHIEST and COOLEST” “The most feared pirate captain duo in the world!”). It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t…

In the middle of the night, Buggy smothers his face with a pillow to muffle his anguished screams of rage and frustration.

hey anon, real tears in my eyes. 🥺😭💔💕

#one piece #buggy the clown #captain fire bug #buggy au #shuggy #oz answers

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curapicas · 6 months

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I find it curious Link Click uses the twins flashback to shove on our faces right away the parallels between Cheng Xiaoshi and Li Tianchen. Both combative boys, protective of their family, somewhat naive in different ways and quite enamoured with looking cool. So yeah, there's parallels, but to be fair the writing is good enough that you can find parallels with the main duo regarding any of the new s2 characters. And I think Link Click cleverly does that so we only realize closer to the finale what is, in my opinion, the strongest parallel: Cheng Xiaoshi and Li Tianxi.

They are both "the babies" of the group. Whereas Cheng Xiaoshi has two endlessly nagging friends who often scold him and push him to do better, Li Tianxi lost both her mother and a brother capable of caring for her, thus her needs go ignored as she grows up with Qian Jin. Qiao Ling and Lu Guang work together with CXS to earn a living/pay off his debt, LTX is used by her family to carry out the shady stuff they don't really need to do (both CXS and LTX get in extremely emotional and vulnerable situations because of it).

Cheng Xiaoshi eventually grows and understands his powers as a duty, and even though LG and QL still try to shield him from the worst*, they look proud whenever he shows what he's capable of (QL even calls him cool!). LTX's one "act of rebellion" is framed as a betrayal and she's straight up murdered. In the confrontation, she even prefers hiding behind CXS, whom she met hours beforehand, exactly bc she knows what her family is capable of.

Both are sensitive people, burdened by well-meaning actions with over-the-top consequences (it hurts to try and explain this one). In (this specific trauma for) CXS case, he was already an adult and in s2 spends the entire time reevaluating and adapting; in LTX's, she was a child and hardly knew how to deal with this guilt and /waves hands/ everything after

I really like this parallel of their running and emotional actions setting off this part of the plot. They cross paths, but the people they help do not have their fate changed significantly by this. But those moments where they FEEL Emma (+Lu Guang in this specific parallel) and Chen Bin were enough to carry LTX and CXS both into their roles in the story.

LTX finally "goes back" to the home she idealized, CXS is waiting at home for his parents. They cross paths, both get shot in that tunnel, but just as quickly go down opposite directions. LTX out of care for her (criminal) brother, parts with him; while CXS waits, he also built a new home for himself with new people he can call family. There's hope for him yet.

*tbh they're a biiiit controlling, but I can see that habit developing through the years, not because they don't mean well

#link click spoilers #link click #shiguang daili ren #cheng xiaoshi #li tianxi #I'm pretty sure I'm missing things but anyway who did cxs possess when he went to the past? exactly #oh look it's the dead ones of the trios (lovingly)#does it count as something in common to have QL basically adopt them both? lmao #huh. I just realized that in the all-white shot only cxs has a shadow. probably bc of the point LTX's walking cycle is but heey #also. I'm trying to put it in order in my mind but LTC and LG also relate in some interesting ways #btw people are welcome to chime in

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loevhyuck · 9 months

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#our strongest duo #nct #nct mark #mark lee #mark #nct haechan #haechan #nct donghyuck #donghyuck #markhyuck #mahae

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nabwastaken · 4 months

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Nab's Nightmare Time 4 lineup!

Helloooo everyoneeee! A while ago on the Halloween livestream, Nick revealed the episode listing for Nightmare Time 3! And he said that eeeevvvvveeeerryyyyonneeeee must go give NMT2 a watch if we could even dream about getting these amazing episodes! So that got me thinking... what if I write my own NMT concepts for if season 3 does well and we might get a season 4? And here's what I got based off of all sorts of other posts and inspiration I got from none other then you guys!

P.E.I.P.S (an extra long stand alone for the pilot, around the same length as Honey Queen)

Being two of PEIP’S top undercover field agents is hard work for Dan Reynolds and Donna Daggit. Especially when you live in none other then Hatchetfield, Michigan. The two under cover news anchors were both sent to investigate all the strange happenings in the small town, and when they suddenly discover something off about a certain pocket squirrel they were reporting on and it's owner.. well, it's time for the two of them to step back into action, to save the entire town and possibly even the world.

(Note: I may or may not be writing a fanfic about this one)

2. Fuck Clivesdale! and Spankoffskis Through Time (2 separate segmented episodes)

GO NIGHTHAWKS! Everyone in Hatchetfield hates Clivesdale to the very core, especially none other then Paul Matthews, average office worker at CCRP's Hatchetfield branch. But when him and his coworkers (all except Ted, that lucky bastard) are sent to none other then Hatchetfield's rival town on a business, Paul's coworkers start getting more and more... indoctrinated into Clivesdale's odd ideology, and now he has to figure out why... and not go insane in the process.

Peter Spankoffski is a nerd. And Theodore 'Ted' Spankoffski is a horny bastard. Pete never thought highly of his brother, but when he, due to a slip of speech, suddenly discovers a time machine in his locker, he's thrown back to none other then Hatchetfield, 2002.. also known as his dear brother's senior year at Hatchetfield High School. And now, Pete and his nerdy older brother must figure out how to get the younger Spankoffski home.. or else he's trapped in 2002.

3. Spectre Sweetly and Problem Cops (2 separate segmented episodes)

Charlotte Sweetly hasn't admitted it yet, but her husband is a real scumbag. Sam never comes home, never does any chores when he is, and doesn't even bother to cuddle her! But when Charlotte discovers Sam's infidelity (and is still recovering from a rather traumatic business trip).. Well, she can't control herself anymore. After burying the body in the Witchwood, Charlotte starts having a lot more.. assistance from a mysterious force.. but it can't be who she thinks she is? Right?

Officer William Bailey and Detective Bryce Shapiro have a problem on their hands... Hatchetfield's been real messed up lately! Way more then usual! With the recent disappearances of Peter Spankoffski, Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel, his Proud Papa Ed, Paul Matthews and now their police sargent Sweetly, Hatchetfield's best really had their work cut out for them! But when they're approached by couple of certain news anchors, maybe their questions will be solved after all...

And our finale...

4. Idk what to name this one you guys (full length finale)

After almost dying at the paws of a squirrel, Dan and Donna need to work fast. Hatchetfield is in big, big, trouble. Bigger then it has been before. With Bailey and Shapiro gone, the two of them are now on their own. But when Peanuts's plans also happen to be discovered by a certain school counseler.. huh, maybe they can stop him after all. So together with Ms. Holloway, the news duo now face down Hatchetfield's greatest horrors until they reach the strongest one: Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel.

As you can see, the episodes are pretty intertwined! Similarly to NMT2, all of my hypothetical NMT4 will take place in the same universe. The chronological order is the release order, and I tried to be semi-canon compliant and gave this season less of a focus on the LiB and more on Hatchetfield's greater mysteries (Don't worry. They're still there... lurking).

So! What do you guys think? Let me know!

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SSR Ortho Shroud - Cerberus Gear Voice Lines

Just a small reminder that Cerberus Ortho does not have a vignette.

When Summoned: Leave it to S.T.Y.X to handle magical calamities. We'll show that we have the world's greatest technological abilities!

Summon Line: Nii-san... Everyone, just you wait. I'll definitely come and save you all.

Groooovy!!: This is something that only I can do. That's why I have to go. This is the strength of my... "our" own determination!

Home: AI Data, migration completed.

Swap Looks: Resuming mission.

Home Idle 1: You can hide behind me. Don't worry, this body has high durability. No matter what happens, I'll protect you.

Home Idle 2: As long as I have this gear, I should be able to break through any strong magical barriers. I'll cut a path through.

Home Idle 3: The drive system and energy consumption is the pinnacle of efficiency. Mom's engineering skills are definitely top notch...

Home Idle - Login: Retrofitting complete. Commencing specialized anti-magical calamity functions with the 【Cerberus Gear】 attachment.

Home Idle - Groovy: We will definitely eliminate all disasters that emanate from blotting. That is both the mission and purpose of S.T.Y.X.

Home Tap 1: KB-RS01 gets its sustenance from electricity. But, for some reason, it also kind of likes pastries. Not that it can eat it, though.

Home Tap 2: The engineering division of S.T.Y.X is packed full of elite engineers. They all seem to be super interested in all the cutting-edge technology in my gear, too.

Home Tap 3: They both might be the pessimistic, downer types, but they're really reliable in a pinch. My dad and brother are really similar.

Home Tap 4: What's my brother like when we're back home? He's pretty much the same. He'll use chat functions to talk to the employees, and doesn't really talk to them, for the most part.

Home Tap 5: Careful! It's dangerous to reach out so suddenly like that. KB-RS02 might switch on his battle mode.

Home Tap - Groovy: The strongest person in our family has got to be my mom. She's usually nice, but... When she gets angry, she's really scary and no one's a match for her.

Duo: [ORTHO]: Let's clear this lickety-split, Nii-san! [IDIA]: Leave it to your big bro, Ortho!

Requested by @rotattooill.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ortho shroud #idia shroud #twst ortho #twst idia #twst translation #italics: ortho robot voice

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foundheavenly · 6 months

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“Why so serious, Nanami?”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

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Plot: You’re Gojo’s little sister and you have the same goofiest and prankster attitude as him, especially with Nanami

Pairing: nanami x you as Gojo’s little sister

Theme: fluff, teasing, goofy

ITS A REQUEST from @pureblood-sorcerer thanks again for this request it was so fun to write and I hope you will like it! <3

There existed an unusually dynamic duo: Gojo Satoru, the strongest and goofiest sorcerer, and you, his little sister. Despite your age difference -two years apart-, you were just as goofy as him and, some might even think, even more annoying.

It was already Thursday and the air was charged with anticipation as you prepared yourself for your mission with Nanami. You were quite excited to be around him as you loved to annoyed him. You knew him since the first years of your brother’s days in Jujutsu High and you already teased him like no one before. You remembered the first time you saw him with your brother and how he used to look like and it was so funny for you. He changed a lot but mentally he was still the same.

For a hourly time you had already your vibrant energy and Nanami sighs as soon he sees you. He, ever the punctual and disciplined sorcerer, was waiting for you at the designed meeting point. Nanami looks at you with a raised eyebrow as you approach him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Ready for our mission, Nanami?” You say, a playful smile on your face.

Nanami lifts his hand and puts his glasses back on, mentally preparing himself for what he knew would happened. You were as annoying as your brother. “Let’s just get this done, Y/N. Remember: this is serious business”

At his words, you raise your eyebrows and salute him dramatically “Roger that, Captain Serious”

The mission was to investigate a series of curses that had been plaguing around a nearby school. Nanami focused as ever, briefed you on the details. As you set out, you couldn’t resist cracking a few jokes and making light of the situation. That’s how you are: always taking the most serious situation into a joke.

“Nanami. Do you think these curses have a sense of humor? Maybe they’re just trying to liven up the place”

Nanami glances at you with a deadpan expression. “Curses don’t have a sense of humor. Stay focused please”

You watch him attentively and nod dramatically again, your playful facade momentarily slipping into mock seriousness. “Yes, sir! On a serious mission to defeat the not-so-serious curses!”

“Y/N, enough with these jokes”, Nanami grumbles, his serious expression softening as he shot a disapproving look your way.

You merely grin and innocently reply, your arms cross on your chest as you look around in case a cursed spirit appears. “What jokes? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Nanami”

Despite the annoyance, Nanami couldn’t help but finds your jokes somewhat endearing. There was warmth to your presence that even he, with his no-nonsense attitude, couldn’t ignore. Deep down, he had a soft spot for you. It was only for you actually.

Plus he couldn’t deny your effectiveness as a sorcerer. You weren’t an owner of the Limitless or the Sixth eyes like your brother, but you were stronger than any others sorcerers of your generation. You had a natural talent that often surprised even him.

Eventually after thirty minutes of investigation, you both run into the curse responsible for the chaos around the school and confront it. The battle was quite intense but with you two it was a piece of cake. You moved with agility and your precise techniques while your laughter echoed through the hallway as if the whole encounter were a thrilling game.

“See? I told you it could be fun” You turn to Nanami with a triumphant grin.

Nanami couldn’t help but crack a small smile. He secretly appreciates the lightheartedness you brought to what would otherwise be a solemn journey.

“Perhaps Thursdays aren’t so bad after all” Nanami nods.

As evening fell, you joins your brother at a cozy restaurant near the school. Satoru, was as energetic as ever, and you spot him joking around with Suguru and Utahime. The woman seems to be a bit annoyed by your brother’s behavior.

As usual.

You then recognize a familiar blonde head and you smile widely. You set around the table, next to Satoru and in front of Nanami, and you couldn’t resist the opportunity to keep your playful banter with him. As you waited for food to arrive, you lean over and grin at him.

“So, Nanami. Do you always eat dinner with that serious expression?” You ask him, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Nanami sips his tea, raising an eyebrow but doesn’t take the bait, and gives you a stern look. “I eat with the same expression I approach everything else- focused and with purpose”

You smirk and turn your attention to Satoru.

“Satoru, do you think Nanami ever laughs? Or is he just permanently stuck in “serious mode?”

Satoru watches h Nanami with his usual grin and leans back in his chair. “Nanami? Laughing? Now, that’s a rare sight. You might need a special cursed technique to make it happen”

Nanami, unfazed, keeps eating his meal in silence. You decide to up the ante as you are determined to crack the stoic facade of his.

“Did you know there’s a rumor going around the school that you have a secret collection of cute plushies hidden in your apartment?” You grin even more, enjoying the hint of surprise that flashed across his face.

“That’s absurd” Nanami retorted. “I don’t have a collection of plushies”

You feel your brother watches the two of you and laughs loudly as Suguru hits him behind his head.

You feign innocence, chuckling. “Oh my, why so serious, Nanami? I will buy you one for your birthday”

Nanami sighs and merely shakes his head, but this time there was a hint of a smile. “Y/N, sometimes I wonder if your mission in life is to turn everything into a joke”

You grin mischievously. “Well Nanami, life’s too short to be serious all the time.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami

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