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equallyshaw · 4 months

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european travels | Connor Bedard x k hughes au!

↳ part of connor bedard x kailey hughes au!

@kailey.hughes: thankyou to the one's who made this trip financially possible -- wouldn't be anywhere with out yall 🫶🏻

tags: connorbedard, _quinnhughes,jackhuhges & Hughes_06

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@/lhughes_06: you are very welcome

↳ @/jackhughes: like youre the one shelling out

↳ @/_quinnhughes: wait! k told me neither one of yall were contributing..

↳ @/connorbedard: she bamboozled you guys so badly...

↳ @/lhughes_06: like you didnt know bedard

↳ @/connorbedard: found out a week before lmao

@/trevorzegras: glad to see youre milking them for everything they're worth

↳ @kailey.hughes: learned from the best 🫡

@/kent.johnson: youre making con con blush with those two pics

↳ @kailey.hughes: what can i say? hes a model

@/masonmctavish: Connor for vogue - next!

@/connorbedard: artsy gal

↳ @kailey.hughes: 😚

@madisenbedard: omg the fomo is real rn😭

↳ @kailey.hughes: next time !

↳ @/edwards.73: I want to experience a hughes euro trip

↳ @kailey.hughes: come get ur stray dog @/lhughes_06

@/alexturcotte_: where was my invite? 🥺

↳ @kailey.hughes: @/jackhughes EXPLAIN

↳ @/jackhughes: what can I say? lost in the mail.

@/nicohischier: you came all the way to europe and didn't even visit? how rude.

↳ @kailey.hughes: how rude of @/jackhughes for not putting it on the itinerary when we booked our trip

↳ @/nicohischier: oh yeah, first practice back is gonna be loads of fun

↳ @/jackhughes: LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE K

↳ liked by @kailey.hughes

@/connorbedard: kailey hughes fanpage, but whats new?

tag: kailey.hughes

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@kailey.hughes: ilu

↳ @/connorbedard: ilu more

↳ @kailey.hughes: not possible 🫶🏻

↳ @/adamfantilli: accept the defeat bedard

↳ @kailey.hughes: no fr

@/kent.johnson: I wish he traveled the world with me ):

↳ @kailey.hughes: didnt y'all play for team canada together? its my turn

↳ @/lhughes_06: yeah kj its our turn

↳ @kailey.hughes: BYE

↳ @/kent.johnson: BYE LITTLE HUGHES

↳ @/connorbedard: take this to the gc pls

↳ @kailey.hughes: which one??

↳ @/masonmctavish: theres multiple ?!?!

↳ @kailey.hughes: unfortunately I was added to a 'bc only' chat🙄

@/jackhughes: dont like the hand placement

↳ @/_quinnhughes: i dont like it either

↳ @kailey.hughes: omg the drama queens have arrived

@elblue6: so grateful to have you join us this trip, its great to have you apart of the family again🤍

↳ @/connorbedard: thankyou mama el! appreciate you and jim so much

↳ @kailey.hughes: im gonna cry mama

@/madisenbedard: looking like a goddess always

↳ liked by @/connorbedard.

↳ @kailey.hughes: stop thats you

↳ @madisenbedard: I wish gf

@/elblue6: italy-london trip was a success!

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@/jackhughes: we know who's the fav child

↳ @/lhughes_06: and it isn't even a hughes

↳ @/_quinnhughes: nope its a bedard

↳ @kailey.hughes: then its me !

↳ @/lhughes_06: whatever you say!

@/connorbedard: thankyou for having me this trip, had an amazing time!

↳ @/elblue6: you are most welcome! now we just need @melaniebedard and @/madisenbedard to join us next time

↳ @/madisenbedard: I agree!!

↳ @melaniebedard: just tell me where and when and ill be there

↳ @/elblue6 has liked this comment

@/kimberlybrisson: looks like you had a lot of fun! PLUS all four kiddos were reunited 🥺

↳ @/elblue6: the best part 🤍

@/lhughes_06: cant believe connor got a single photo and we didn't

↳ @/jackhughes: no fr, im still salty

@/chantaltkachuk: awe we need to get the 7 of them back together!

↳ @/elblue6: we do!

@/melaniebedard: how about a vancouver trip??

↳ @/elblue6: dont have to tell me twice!

#connor bedard #connor bedard x k hughes au #star crossed lovers au #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #vancouver canucks #chicago blackhawks #new jersey devils #nico hischier #ethan edwards #adam fantilli #kent johnson #connor bedard blurb #connor bedard imagine #equallyshaw masterlist #mason mactavish #trevor zegras

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smoothsayer · 4 months

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Soft little Gale’s Moving Castle based on this screenshot. I’m sure someone’s done this before, but pls accept my contribution 💜

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanart #astarion #gale dekarios #howls moving castle #ambitious rizzards unite #bloodweave #smoothsayer

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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I know there’s a scene in season 3 where five is singing at diego and lila’a wedding and i’m so in love with that scene 😭 I wish there was more to it especially since drunk five is the best five so i wanna ask for one with what five would do for y/n while he’s drunk pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻 it can be fluff or smut just so the thing cute n schemxy from my mans five 🙏🏻🙏🏻 (some ideas:a wedding, party, worn out from work, a tiny date gone rogue 🤭)

I also love drunk Five. Please accept this as my humble smutty offering. There is a link to the song Five sings in the body of the text so feel free to listen along!

Boy Wonder | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 2.7k words, Rated E

Diego and Lila were long gone, off in search of somewhere where the floor buzzed along with the music. The bar you ended up in was only supposed to be a place for you to have a few drinks before finding somewhere higher energy, but you and Five found yourselves quite happily installed there, drinking and putting the world to rights.

“And another thing,” he slurred, finishing his seventh Guinness with a slurp, “academics never actually do anything. They just navel gaze.”

“I’m just saying,” you reply, “you’d know more about theoretical physics than the Professors. You’d have a lot to offer the world.”

“Hey, I’ve given the world enough already. I saved it-” he counted on his fingers and then stopped, his brow furrowed, “...actually, did I save it?”

He contemplated for a second and then shrugged, waving this away with a careless hand.

“Well, whatever. I don’t want to go into academia.”

“Fair enough,” you said, “just a thought.”

He returned his attention to the laminated book on the table and you took the cue to buy you both another drink.

This was all your doing, really. Well, not entirely, (you didn’t pour that amount of stout down his neck) but you at least contributed to the atmosphere that got him into that state.

Work was shitty, more than usually shitty, in fact. The only consolation throughout was the knowledge that it was Friday. When five o’clock finally rolled around, all you wanted to do was blow off some steam.

After a few hours at the bar, you were more than tipsy yourself, but Five could drink you under the table and you learned very early in your relationship not to try and keep up with him. He was looking down at the book with a serious expression, flicking through the pages. As you watched, he cast off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves to the elbow, as if the mental energy needed to make his choice was making him sweat.

By the time you returned to the table, his tie was loosened and a couple of shirt buttons undone too.

“You not chosen yet?”

“I have if you wanna duet.”

“No!” you said, “I don’t know why you want to go up there.”

“Because it’s fun, obv-ously,” he replied, trying to sound reasonable but failing as a result of his slurred voice.

“Come on,” he said, cajolingly, looking up at you with his most beguiling smile, “I’ll be John Travolta and you can be Olivia Newton John.”

“Honestly,” you wince, “I think I’d rather perform my own appendectomy.”

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll do it on my own. I’ll blow this shitty place away, you watch."

“Okay," you said, eyebrows raised skeptically, "but you’re up next so you better choose quick.”

He returned his eyes the the list of songs and leaned his cheek heavily on his hand. He scanned the list for a couple more seconds before a look of triumph spread over his face.

“I got one! It’s gonna be great-”

“It’s My Way, isn’t it?” you said, cutting him off.

He looked at you disbelievingly.

“How did you-?”

“Because that’s what every man over fifty chooses to sing at a Karaoke place.”

Five pouted at this, eyebrows lowering and bottom lip sticking out.

The expression, so out-of-character for him, struck your booze-clouded brain as funny, and you let out a messy peal of laughter, choking on your Guinness and indelicately spitting some back into the glass.

Five, watching this, began to laugh too. Disregarding the book, he leaned heavily against you, his shoulder shaking with chuckles as it made contact with your upper arm. Then, in a feline tribute of affection, he rubbed his head against yours.

“I-love you,” he said, softly.

You closed your eyes and returned his caress.

“I love you too, sweet guy.”

“You’re my best friend- yknow that?”

You smiled and started to laugh a little again as he continued to rub himself against you, probably slightly harder than he intended and apparently oblivious to how strange he might look to an onlooker.

“You’re my best friend and you touch my penis. It’s am-azing,” he said, voice dragging slightly. “You’re amazing.”

Laughing at this, you held him to you more tightly, stroking his firm bicep through the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re just as-bolutely perfect.” he added.

Though this warmed your heart, as the more sober of the pair of you, you were aware that the guy currently singing was limping his way through the final bars of Wonderwall.

“Come on, sweet guy.” you said, kissing his hair, “You gonna go up there and make everyone listen to My Way?”

“Nah.” he said, sitting up straight and pulling himself to an unsteady stand, “I got a better idea.”

With an overly-expressive wink, he wended his way over, weaving slightly. He took the mic from the last patron with a muttered word of thanks and cursed as he tripped up the single step up onto the slightly raised karaoke stage. You wince in sympathy, slightly anxious for what's to come.

After consulting the laminated song list one more time, he punched the number into the machine with a look of intense concentration as he tried not to let his finger stray too far from the keypad.

As the introduction began, filling the noisy bar with a soulful whine of guitar, he tried to fumble the mic back into its stand, but seemed to give up as the first line of the song came upon him.

Leaning close, he briefly closed his eyes as he began to sing.

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“If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass, Can't think of anythin' I need,”

When his eyes opened again, they lock on you, messy hair falling in a curtain over one eye.

“No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound, Nothing to eat, no books to read,”

Even as drunk as he was, he sounded good; his voice an unusual middle ground between tenor and baritone. Though the words themselves were a little indistinct at times, the notes flowed from one to another with a sweet, natural fluidity.

“Making love with you, Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired,”

His mouth twitched at this, and you smiled back. That exchanged look told you that your minds were similarly engaged, both recalling the same memories.

“What more could I ask, There's nothing left to be desired,”

His body moved, swaying gently along with the music, the smile still alive in his eyes. Though his posture was slumped, his movements were surprisingly graceful.

“Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak, So sleep, silent angel, Go to sleep”

As the chorus swelled, he again closed his eyes in feeling with the words he was singing. He leaned into the mic stand, tipping it slightly.

“Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe And to love you…” smut below cut

Finally back at home, you stripped off your dress while Five chomped his way mercilessly through a sharing bag of Ruffles. He was sitting at his desk in his unbuttoned shirt and underwear, having become distracted by the chips midway through getting changed. His hair was sticking up in all directions from all the times he ran his fingers through it.

“We’re going to be hungover tomorrow, aren’t we?” you groan, the slight spinning of your head notifying you of the fact.

“Not me!” he said through a huge mouthful, “I’m the fuckin’ boy wonder. Gonna enjoy this twenty-year old metabolism while I have it. I’ll probably sleep it off and wake up fresh as a daisy.”

“All right, don’t rub it in,” you grumbled, pulling on a short nightdress.

He chuckled blurrily.

“Drink that coffee, you’ll be fine, and finish these Ruffles,” he said, offering you the bag.

With one hand, you fanned yourself like a flustered debutante having just been asked to dance.

“I’m honored.”

“Well,” he said with ironic suavity, “I’ll get by without them. I got you.”

You took them from him and smiled.

“You sure know how to treat a lady.”

“I happen to know you ain’t no lady.” he said, drunken grin broadening.

“Luckily for me,” he added, with a wink.

You rolled your eyes at him, sat down on the bed and pulled your knees up to your chest. Leaning comfortably against the headboard, you sipped your coffee and slowly ate the chips looking unseeingly up at the ceiling. You weren’t as badly drunk as you thought: it wasn’t even spinning.

After a few minute, a prickling sensation alerted you to his eyes upon you.

Five was always afflicted by a terrible case of rubber neck, and this intensified tenfold when drunk. Some days, all you had to do was walk past to turn his head, eyes following you with a salacious glower. You thought it probably had something to do with his heightened libido since de-aging his body combined with having spent most of his life without female company of the flesh-and-blood variety. Whatever the reason, his lust was very easy to inflame.

His eyes were combing your upper thighs and the swell of buttocks just skimmed by the hem of your night dress. Not removing his gaze, he stood up and moved towards the bed.

“You know…I’m not too drunk. Want me to show you how I treat a lady?”

Teasingly, you stretched your legs out, obscuring yourself from his view and forcing his eyes to find yours.

“You want your best friend to touch your penis again?”

He nodded and smiled mischievously. The sharp canines beneath his lips gave him the look of a tormenting imp. That look was all you needed. You slipped off your panties and shuffled down the bed inviting him to join you with a single tilt of your head.

He didn’t need further prompting, depositing his coffee on the desk and practically tripping over himself to join you. He was already half-hard beneath his underwear, tenting at what looked like an uncomfortable angle. His dick apparently already insisting on release, he pulled off the offending garment and let it out with a gentle bounce.

Stroking your thighs, he parted your legs to reveal your spread pussy.

“Mm.” he said, as he looked down at you, “hello.”

He let out an almost disbelieving exhale, cock swelling visibly as he drank in the sight. He took himself in hand and gave himself a long stroke before lowering his head and running his tongue down the entire length of your slit. With a s long exhale, he surfaced again.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, voice heavy with lascivious satisfaction, “I don’t need ruffles when I can eat this.”

Despite the arousal, you couldn’t help laughing at this; at the seriousness with which he said it. Alcohol and dirty-talk was always a strange combination with Five. He was usually talkative during sex, but any amount of booze loosened his lips even more, throwing the few inhibitions he had out of the window. The result was sometimes hot, sometimes bizarre and most often a strange mix of the two.

“It’s lucky they weren’t jalapeno flavor,” you quip.

Clearly not wanting to entertain any more joking around, he looked at you with a look of amused disapproval before repositioning himself. He straddled your shoulders and let his cock hang tantalizingly down towards your face. After another couple of moments stroking your legs and enjoying the view, he dove hungrily back between your thighs.

You raised your head to meet him and you groaned simultaneously as the length of his cock slid between your lips. His licks, pecks and sucks at your clitoris sent dancing flames outwards from the point his lips touched.

It was hard to focus on pleasuring him when he was driving you so mad with his attentions. He was eating you as if he’d been starved for days. His tongue wormed its way inside you, seeking out the wetness he’d already produced and tasting it eagerly.

You moaned around his dick as your pussy gushed juice in time with his mouth. Even with the booze and with his far-from-precise mouth movements, every sensation felt magnified: every one of his appreciative little noises sent a jolt up your body, each twinge of pleasure he gave you like the sun on the petals of an opening flower.

His hair tickled your thighs, sending little shocks along your sensitive skin; his hands holding your legs open anchored you to the bed. As he lowered himself as far into your mouth as he could go, his balls came into gentle contact with your face. The clean, pheromone scent of him adding to the heady mix of sensation carrying you away.

You caressed them gently with one hand as he surfaced again, hissing as he withdrew from your mouth.

“Oh, you’re perfect,” he said, throatily.

“So are you,” you whispered, gently rubbing the velvet shaft of his dick with your other hand.

“Look at you,” he breathed.

He made a noise part way between a moan and a sigh as he stroked his fingers across your clit, dipping his fingers down to spread some of the wetness higher up.

Soon, apparently unable to resist, he was back with his head between your legs and his cock in your mouth. In time with his licks and sucks to your clit, his pelvis began to move in tiny little thrusts, fucking your face with gentle, measured strokes. You could feel his hot breath on you as his pleasure grew.

“Mmm!” you groaned, your voice muffled around his cock, so hard yet twitching in your mouth.

His tongue was causing flutters like wings across every nerve: overlapping flames absorbing all the air inside you, building ripples upon ripples until all was turmoil. At last, you let go and came into his mouth, your humming cries undulating and sending vibrations along his entire length.

As you rode out the waves of your orgasm, you could feel his body tensing as he edged closer to his own peak, slowing his hips to try to delay. You didn’t allow this, putting one hand on each of his buttcheeks and urging him to resume his movements.

As your muscles relaxed and warmth spread from the site of your orgasm outwards, Five’s pelvis resumed its neat thrusts, tight and careful not to make you uncomfortable. With your permission granted, he chased his own pleasure, growling like some desperate, cornered creature.

Coming to his aid, you bobbed your head in time with his movements, taking him to the depth he needed. After that, it only took a few shifts of your tongue around his shaft before it began pumping into you, stretching the tight press of your lips with each shot. His come hit the back of your throat, salty and potent as he let out a wavering cry.

Slowly, tensing from the sensitivity, he withdrew. He clambered off you and knelt for on the bed, looking comically scruffy with his hair all over the place, (not to mention the fact he was wearing nothing but his shirt).

He blinked dazedly, staring into the middle distance. The rush of the retreating orgasm apparently interacting strangely with his intoxication. After a couple of moments, he turned his eyes to you, fixing you with a bloodshot gaze.

“That was really good, but I’m afraid I need to puke now.”

And then, he was at the window with surprising speed, lifting the sash and vomiting liquid and undigested potato chips heavily onto the fire escape. For a few moments after the retching subsided, he stayed that way, head out of the window with the cool night air whipping around his face, refreshing his lungs.

His hand fumbled for a water bottle by the bed and you passed it to him. With this, he rinsed his mouth three times and poured the rest outside to swill some of his puke away.

“Sorry about that,” he said, catching his breath and closing the window.

“I’ll try not to take it personally.” you said, “you okay?”

“Sure. I just need to sleep now.”

You budged up, giving him room and he moved gratefully into your arms. He snuggled backwards into you, laying his head tightly against yours. You were spooning him warm and close.

He sighed contentedly, as if right here was where he always wanted to be; the entire day having only served to deprive him of his need.

“Whatever happened to ‘the boy wonder’”

Five snickered weakly.

“Turns out he tapped out around that sixth Guinness or so.”

You laid a gentle kiss on head.

"You feeling better after your shitty day?" He mumbled, sleepily.

“Yes,” you said, soothingly, stroking his messy hair, “but you need to go to sleep, darling. Just go to sleep."

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NOTE: Did I perhaps ruin the sexy vibes with the vomiting? Quite possibly. I regret nothing.

I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for request status and more.

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wordy-little-witch · 4 days

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Pls im begging im on my knees what happens in crossguilds honeymoon shenanigans? - dis is pertaining to the CG wedding anser sjdjdjdjdns i love it btw the asker is so big brained and u made it even better sjdmsjxkz

OKAY so I'll divide it up between General Content and Adult Content.

General first!!!

• at first, they didn't even plan a honeymoon. It simply wasn't in the cards to then, they didn't even consider it. Then Big Mom asked, making conversation at the following party, what kind of honeymoon they had planned. They told her just an evening together in their tent, then back to work.

The men, women and enbies of the Guild swooped right in there with bright grins. "We pooled our wages together," they announce, "and booked you a trip!" It's for a weekend, just three days, and they'd be gone perhaps five at most depending on the weather and travel.

All three are trying not to cringe into the ether because they'd be leaving the island for a decent chunk of time. Who would run everything?

Their commanding officers then give them an itemized delegated list, with all the primary functions taken care of. The Guild really prepared for everything, huh?

• the honeymoon is to a resort not too terribly far for Karai Bari. The first thought is for them to just.... divide and do their own things.

Only they keep running into each other that first day. Buggy and Mihawk wind up in the library with other. Mihawk and Crocodile run into each other in the sauna. Buggy and Crocodile meet up in the casino. It's constant, and eventually it even becomes rather fun.

• then evening hits.

Adult Content below~

• Buggy's got the self awareness of a walrus on cocaine honestly, so he doesn't really think before stripping down to change into his evening wear. Crocodile and Mihawk at first ignore it until they catch sight of a pale back full of freckles and scars. Both dark haired me are suddenly fighting the urge to kiss him there, to make constellations with their touch and tongue. They look away.

• Only One Bed - Mihawk wordlessly prepares the couch for himself and Buggy makes a hammock and Crocodile is getting the bed - the first night at least.

• sleepy early mornings are so intimate and nobody discusses that enough. Buggy is the first up, hair slightly messy from the braid he slept in, curls framing his bare face. He makes coffee and starts on breakfast. Mihawk joins him not long after. Crocodile wakes to the smell of food, coffee, and murmured voices and laughter. When he inevitably wanders into the kitchen, halfasleep, he accepts a playe and mug, presses a kiss to Buggy's temple, a squeeze to Mihawk's wrist. Both clown and swordsman take a moment to process that.

• Buggy isn't exactly a contributer to Gender, so he'll wear whatever so long as he likes it. Including, it turns out, a form fitting dress in a rich green with gold accents and jewelry which shows his long leg via a high slit. He plays the part of ditzy eye candy well for Crocodile, and all seems fine - until some others begin to look at Buggy as well.

• Crocodile is possessive. And they ARE married.... so he pulls Buggy close by his hook at the other's waist and yanks the other down to one of his legs, within neck kissing range. Buggy is flustered. Crocodile is glowering. The wandering eyes ease off.

• at some point, Marines show up. The resort is neutral ground, so none of the Guild leaders make moves to react. Through a series of events, it turns out the Marines are there to apprehend the pirates and have paid off the resort owners.

There's a fight which goes.... fairly normally with Mihawk close range, sinking vessels and soldiers alike. Crocodile is lurking midrange to use his poisons and sand most effectively. Buggy has opted for more long range with his explosives and plots. The whole thing is pretty damn smooth, all considered. Until someone makes it past and grabs Buggy.

A comment is made on his outfit, a cocktail dress and blazer with matching stockings. On his decorum. On him, specifically. It's nothing he hasn't heard before, and he's already halfway through a snarky comeback along the lines of "What, angry I'm hotter than your whore at home-?" when there is a wave of pressure. Buggy blinks. The marine officer stumbles.

There is suddenly a hand on his waist, a hook around his neck, two presences flanking him. "What," the both nearly snarl, "did you say about our wife?"

• Buggy absolutely gets butterflies.

• the rest of the fight is pretty quick, Hawkeyes and Crocodile out of patience to play with their foes. Buggy isn't a slouch either, by the way, he's lobbing explosives strategically all around. Nearing the end, he herds his husband's to their ship, pushes off, and gives a theatrical count down.

• the island and nearby ships are bathed in fire. Buggy is cackling, a mess, his hair wild around a filthy, bloodied face. The dress reveals his shoulders. The torn edges reveal more of those freckles.

Something in both taller men snaps, and they converge upon Buggy with claims and lips and teeth. On the deck of their ornate ship, to the cracking ambience of fire, they have their wicked way with him, learning his body and finding unexpected but delightful facts as they go.

Crocodile could transition fully due to Iva, but Buggy is not so lucky. His top surgery was experimental, and bottom surgery was never a huge deal to him. Mihawk, luckily, enjoys all bodies and pleasures of the flesh, and he is a quick study under Crocodile's tutelage and experience with the organs he once had.

Buggy falls to pieces more than once, teary eyed and begging and so sweet for them, so cute and attractive with his grasping hands and hiccuping breaths. He is beautiful as he sinks down onto one, cradled by another and wails with the stimulation and hands and hook that break him I to pieces just to reassemble him again.

It ends with them together, indulgent and depraved, christened beneath firelight and debris and the screams of their enemies.

And none of the three had ever felt quite so seem as they did in that moment.

• back on Karai Bari, they sashay back in, mostly, as Buggy has a mild limp.

The lipstick stains and bite marks and bruises and scratches paint a clear enough picture for what happened.

"How was your trip?"

"We blew it up"

"Wha-"

"Fire. Explosives. Our beautiful chairman has quite the knack for such weapons"

"D'aww! Hawky, you'll make me blush!"

"We can make you do more than that, you little shit...~"

"Hehe~"

The poor mercenary is left rebooting.

#buggy the clown #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #cross guild #cross guild polycule #fake wedding au #witchy answers!!

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faeriebabee · 9 months

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pls accept my small contribution to the gbu community

#the good the bad and the ugly #the dollars trilogy #eli wallach #clint eastwood

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applejupiter · 1 year

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hello tumblr, i'm hoping to get some perspectives from people who use mobility aids or other visible tools for accessibility (eg. hearing aids, splints, earplugs, service/emotional support/etc animals, and anything else!). i'm writing a paper for my feminist disability studies class about how mobility aids and other access tools can serve the function of helping the user access spaces/resources, but also be used as a political tool or message. i identify as disabled myself, but i don't currently use many physical, visible tools to help my access, so I'm looking for input from those who do! some themes i'm thinking of focusing on:

normalization & fostering social familiarity and acceptance (feel free to talk about this in a positive sense, like you are glad to help normalize, or in a negative sense, like it feels like a burden)

self expression, fashion, and customization (this can include purely cosmetic adjustments as well as adding things to your access tools with an explicitly political purpose- eg stickers with political phrases or symbols)

feelings of unity/safety/support when you see other people using visible access tools

access tools as being an extension/part of the body

if you want to share your experiences/thoughts, reply to this post or dm me!

i was also looking for a specific post and i can't find it anywhere- does anyone remember a post by a younger cane user about someone coming up to them to ask them about using a cane because they thought they might need to use one but we're scared to do so?

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licncourt · 6 months

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pls elaborate on your latest post??? it's so interesting

Of course!! I think about it a normal amount. For sure.

Basically I just think that's it's very interesting how both Louis and Lestat get the Bad Woman/slutTM treatment in regards to their turnings throughout the books, especially as AR starts to get Weirder about things. We all know that blood drinking = sex, and in context that translates to Lestat’s turning being a sexual assault and Louis' turning being kind of an impulsive, drunken hook-up.

In TotBT, that's a very gross and Bad scene where Lestat and David make pointed comments about how Good, Strong Vampires are made by force (raped) and how that builds character basically. The only other vampire who's involved in all this is Louis, so obviously the implication is that he's morally and mentally weak for asking for and consenting to turning (sex).

With the turning = sex comparison and how weird AR is about being misogynistic (????) towards Louis at every opportunity anyway (my complaints about that here), you get a very distinct image of Louis as the stereotype of the slut who didn't keep her legs, a loose woman basically, which is especially interesting given his background as a Catholic. In this scene he's disparaged but later on, he kind of receives a "punishment" for it.

I think his mind controlled turning of Merrick and romantic relationship with her (both things he's very upset by to the point of contributing to his suicide attempt) mirror the societal idea that "a whore gets what she has coming" eventually and, like in the book Merrick, those voyeurs (AR) sort of revel in it. At the very least it's seen as expected or fair. Even if it wasn't intended this way, I can't help linking the two.

As for Lestat, you get a different story that takes a little longer to come to fruition. The initial "rape" by Magnus is handled in a very sympathetic manner. Magnus is a predator who seeks out beautiful blonde boys and attacks them, and Lestat was innocent in this, stolen from his bed by a monster and violated.

This changes later though, the narrative shifting in Magnus' favor with Lestat saying things like his turning was a "gift" before things come to a head in RoA. In this book, AR actually says through Lestat that he was "asking for it" and that he "seduced Magnus", ostensibly by flaunting his looks and talent on stage and seeking attention. Essentially, it's framed as if he was tempting fate somehow, and Magnus' abduction was the natural result, something he secretly wanted even.

Later in the book, he goes so far as to kiss Magnus, lauding him as an almost divine creature rather than the monster he'd always been described as. That kiss between them feels reminiscent of a hypersexual trauma response, a victim coping by idealizing their abuser, but AR frames it as Lestat’s realization that he was indeed "asking for it" and could accept that now and be grateful. Gross.

As awful and the implications of these things are because of the lack of irony and self awareness (thanks Anne), it really adds to the richness of Louis and Lestat as narrative foils, really two sides of the same coin in so many ways. Like I said in my original post, Louis the Whore Opened Her Legs and Lestat the Slut Who Was Asking For It. Neither of them can win in the world AR created that mirrors our own.

Louis and Lestat both have very prominent aspects of female coding (my thoughts on Louis' here, but this one is maybe the most interesting to me.

#i'm not even going to begin to wonder what anne must have had going on in her personal life to create this monstrosity #answered #vc #interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #meta

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