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ayyyyysexual · 5 months

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🏴‍☠️ white-beard Follow

Can we stop all normalising the use of "sc*rvy" as a fun little thing to call people?? I literally had sc*rvy last year and it was even worse than when I got my hand cut off. Fuck anyone who uses the S word without even considering how triggering it can be to those of us who have ACTUALLY suffered though it

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No wenches?

🏴‍☠️ white-beard Follow

Honestly you people are so insufferable I genuinely hope you walk the plank

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AHOY???

🍑 plundermebooty Follow

Okay but OP is literally a landlubber, mateys

🌴 pegmeg

nahhh why is it literally always landlubbers faking scurvy and sending plank threats ☠☠

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🗡wagscallion Follow

everyone says "land ho!" but never "land ma'am"

💨 matelotsaboteur

Really makes you think

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💃 crossdressing101 Follow

this whole crew was so gullible ngl, i just cut my hair and dressed in my fathers clothes and they all fell for it, hook line and sinker??

💃 crossdressing101 Follow

honestly im surprised no one has found me out yet. surely i dont seem that much like a man? i mean it makes this way easier but like. im still a woman. obviously

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mateys i have come to a shocking realisation,

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wildest argument for piracy i've ever heard was that the gold stored on government ships is dangerous cause it weighs them down, so they're just 'lightening the load'

🧜‍♀️ kiss-pretty-ocean324 Follow

աaռռa ʟɨֆȶɛռ ȶօ ֆɨʀɛռ ֆօռɢ?

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no thanks

🕶 monstermaterdeactivated16520210

outta my way gayboy im boutta get it

🕶 monstermaterdeactivated16520210

i have drowned at sea

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i am SO sick of the term "ship-shape" like, matey, which shape?? Ships come in so many fucking shapes like have non of you ever boarded more than one vessel in your career???? Anyway fake ship fans DNI with this post i can NOT be bothered with your tomfuckery today

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girl its not that deep ☠

🌏 boat-enthusiast Follow

to YOU. i just get it

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🙍‍♂️ dudeindistress Follow

honestly being held for ransom isnt that bad. kinda nice to be held

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🦜 pollypockets Follow

SQUAWK

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CAW SQUAWK SQUAWK

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CA-CAW

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🍑 plundermebooty Follow

the cabin boy just winked at me?? after offering to help clean my gun? privately. in my quarters. tonight.

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i think i hauve scurvy

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mateys I SWEARR my captain and his first mate are gonna kiss before our next voyage. they literally have so much romantic tension every time i see them its nauseating

🕶 longjohngolderdeactivated16511205

wtf its so problematic and harmful to ship real people?? unfollowing rn i thought you were better than this

🌊 swabmydick Follow

i literally rob and kill people for a living?????? that's where you draw the line???

🌴 pegmeg

op killed them

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even better news mateys, they kissed ☠☠☠

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#tumblr dashboard meme #fake tumblr dash #fake tumblr dashboard #pirates #matelotage #pirateblr

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superhero--imagines · 7 months

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Being Sanji’s GF would include:

A/N: this is the ugliest banner I ever made I swear.

Tags: Female reader

* A man that is 6 ft +, can cook, and treats you with respect? I can’t believe we as a society weren’t simping for him before

* We already know that he loves pretty girls, so if you reciprocate his advances—he’s down hook, line, and sinker

* I feel like he’d fall hard and fast for someone a bit shy, with a soft form of kindness

* Sanji himself is so kind, even if it’s in these extremes depending on the gender of the recipient

* So seeing someone who kindness comes to so naturally, where it isn’t a flickering flame or a bright fire, but just a soft warmth that linger in all of their actions leaves him in awe

* “You’re amazing.”

* He’s still got a wandering eye though, so catch him randomly slapping himself or sitting with his face in his hands as he tries to restrain himself from ‘being unfaithful’

* “Hey Sanji?”

* “Hmmm.”

* “Have you ever thought about cheating on me?”

* The dishes he was washing clatters in the sink and he grabs your hand in both of his, kneeling in front of you

* “Never!” And he means it, he might look but he would never dream of being with someone other than you. “You’re the only person I want to be with.”

* I think as time goes on he gets a lot better at understanding why he feels the way he does, and eventually the flirtatious behavior cools down even though he’s still as kind as always because he realizes it comes from a place of craving validation instead of genuine love

* And honestly, now that he has you he doesn’t need it from anyone else anymore

* “(Y/N)-chan, can you get me the oregano?”

* You smile as you get it from the fridge, it’s not easy for him to ask you to do things

* He has the biggest goofiest grin on his face when you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder

* Sanji would literally give you a romance as big as the world — or he’d try to at least

* “Sanji this is really lovely.” And you mean it, the candle lit dinner and all your favorite foods at the center of the deck

* “But um, I feel a little bad for Luffy.” It’s more than a little, there’s an entire waterfall of drool falling past his lips from his spot behind a pillar.

* His fingers curl under your chin, urging you to meet his gaze

* “There’s nothing to feel bad about, of course I would spoil the most important person in my life.”

* Your cheeks heat up from the words.

* “But Sanji—“ you look to the pillar seeing seven faces quickly duck, and a hand grab luffys still salivating head. “—they’re all staring!”

* If you could die from embarrassment you’d be six feet under

* “Let them stare, it’s because they’re dazzled by your beauty.”

* “Actually it’s because we’re hungry!” Luffy shouts, only to have his mouth covered by Nami.

* Sanji ends up making them a snack.

* His favorite hobby is pretending Chopper is your child when you guys go out

* “When are you guys going to stop pretending he’s your baby?” Zoro growls

* You look over at Chopper who’s happily sitting on Sanji’s shoulders, munching away on cotton candy

* “When he stops pretending to enjoy it,” You respond

* “That’s never going to happen!” Chopper shouts with a giggle

* He’s so greedy with you I swear

* You give him a kiss, he gives you back at least five

* You hold his hand, he keeps you glued to his side for the rest of the night

* “I know it’s ugly of me to get an inch and take a mile, but…around you I just can’t keep myself from trying.”

* He learns how to make all your favorite childhood foods, either from a relative or by studying old recipe books from your homeland

* And if you ever seem homesick or you’re feeling down he’ll suspense you with the dish

* “How did you learn to make this?” Your region is a far ways away from his usual French cuisine

* “I have my secrets.”

* Please cook for this man, just once, make a fancy dinner and have the whole crew pitch in as wait staff

* “You’re always taking care of us so this time we wanted to serve you!”

* He’ll eat half-burned pasta with tears of joy streaming down his face

* “This is the best meal I’ve ever had.”

* He’ll fall even harder for you if you have his wanted poster near your bunk bed

* “There’s a little red stain near my lips though—“

* “Ah, sometimes when I can’t see you at night I give it a little kiss for luck haha.”

* He’s dead. Sanjis dead.

* Cause of death: love sickness

* He died happy though

* He’s just such a simp for you man

* Like, take the shirt off his back and lay it over a puddle so you don’t get your feet wet, hear you’re craving a certain type of food and make it the next meal, buys you feminine hygiene products from the store with pride (along with some snacks he knows you like, kiss your hands and worship the ground you walk on type of love.

* Honestly what a dream

A/N: kinda wanna make a nsfw version too.

#one piece #opla x reader #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #sanji imagine #sanji vinsmoke #sanji vinsmoke x reader #black leg sanji #sanji fluff

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soliloquent-stark · 5 months

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hey liv!! do u have any stevetony fic recs??

hi!! thank you for asking me this!

because — do i have stevetony fic recs?... OH DO I?!?

i had to really hold back A LOT because i have hundreds of recommendations in my bookmarks, but here are some of my favourites. this post would be insanely long if i included tags, warnings, or summaries, so i hope the categories help a bit but make sure to only read what you're comfortable with as there are plenty of angsty and smutty fics :)

thank you to all of the authors for your wonderful work; you're so appreciated!

it's a bit arbitrary but i considered 'long' anything over 15k

stevetony fic recs masterpost!

short fics — gen/teen

this is our place, we make the rules by @areiton

Forgive The Winters, Keep No Records by @carsonian

May This Be Love by lellabeth

i would always be yours by @tinystark616

One Final Surprise by @carsonian

i'll be by your side (when you cry, cry, cry). by frostfall

don't dream it's over by @robertdowneyjjr

submerge me in your will by captainstars (@capnstars)

Paper planes are meant to fly by masterlokisev159

Motherlode by nanasekei

the perfect blend by @downeylove, @robertdowneyjjr

for better or for worse by @earliebirb

the depths of some divine despair by @meidui

Atlas by nanasekei

There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart (@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea)

short fics — explicit/mature

The Longing and Yearning by @sineala

always winter, always spring by Mizzy

there are still beautiful things by @meidui

and so begins by romanoff

this love came back to me by @meidui

love can do some damage by parkrstark

my pain fits in the palm of your hand by @meidui

Patriarch by spqr

In This Valley of Strange Humors by jellybeanforest

seven years in heaven by @meidui

long fics — gen/teen

Paved With Good Intentions (I'm on the road to hell) by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei

Clouds Over A Century Sky by @suitofhumour

Taking the Plunge, a Stitch at a Time by janonny

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

long fics — explicit/mature

you'll remember me by @areiton

almeno tu nell'universo by @silkspectred

Slipping off the Page into Your Hands by @sineala

All of Your Lonely Sieges by whenasinsilks

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep by Mizzy

Drawn to You by jellybeanforest

do you fondue? by calciseptine

The Devil in Us All by @sineala

Keep Boredom at Bay by @kandisheek

Of things lost in time by erde (orphan_account)

The Northern Cascades by @resurrectedhippo

Only Natural to Harden Up by @carsonian

Operation Spank Bank by @fohatic

don't know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

the girl with the modern face by @isozyme

I Wanted It To Be You by complicationstoo (@ifmywishescametrue)

Falling For You (Hook, Line, and Sinker) by @festiveferret

Last Stop Before Malibu by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) (@therollingstonys)

Under God by @isozyme

Thrust Issues by @sineala

Indulgence by @festiveferret, One and Five Nines (Obani)

A Guiding Hand by @kandisheek

down the rabbit hole by @starvels (dinosaur)

There's an App for That by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

(what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade

He Knows More Than You Do by @chibisquirt

with a decent happiness by torigates

Throw a Little Hot Rod Red in There by @festiveferret, SirSapling

seaside lovers by @areiton

#fic recs #fic rec #stony fic #stony #stevetony #superhusbands #tony stark #steve rogers #answered

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writeforfandoms · 1 year

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Puppy Love 1

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Gaz decides to get a puppy, and drags Price along for the ride. Plus, the breeder is cute. And single.

Warnings: Swearing, puppy cuteness overload, soft Gaz, soft Price.

All the smooches to my beloved @sprout-fics for not only putting up with my insanity but actively encouraging it. You’re the best. 💖

Word count: 1.8k

Eventual John Price x f!reader

Gaz whistled to himself as he headed to Price’s office. He was dragging his captain out for a few hours if it was the last thing he did. (Not that he expected too much resistance, not once Price found out where they were going.)

“Captain,” he greeted as he stepped into the office. The best descriptor for the office was controlled chaos. Paperwork covered every available flat surface, an empty mug balanced precariously on the corner of the desk.

“What is it, Gaz?” Price didn’t even bother to look up from a form he was filling out.

“Field trip time.” Gaz tossed the keys in his hand for emphasis, smirking.

That did get Price to look up with a frown. “Where?” His gaze darted down to his calendar, and Gaz knew he had nothing there. Hook…

“Remember a couple weeks ago, told you I sent in the deposit for a puppy?” It had been a big move, one the two (and the team) had discussed at length. They’d all supported his decision in the end, especially after being faced with the sheer volume of research he’d done.

“Yes?” Price was still frowning, but less sternly now. Line…

“Pups are two weeks old now.” Gaz tossed the keys again. “Breeder’s been sending pictures, they’re right cute.” Another toss of the keys. “She also invited me out to see them.”

“Did she now?” Price straightened, fingers tapping at his desk before he set his pen down.

And sinker. Gaz hid his smirk. “You should come with, Cap. It’s a litter of seven.”

Price eyed him for a few long moments before he sighed and gave in. As expected. “How far out?” he asked gruffly, already patting his pockets to make sure he had everything he’d need for a little venture.

“Not too far,” Gaz said, grinning openly now that he was getting his way. “About an hour.”

Price grunted. “Let’s go, then.” His gruff demeanor didn’t fool Gaz. He knew the Captain wanted to go see the puppies.

Gaz hopped into the driver’s seat, since he actually knew where he was going. But he did let Price control the music. Anticipation had his fingers drumming on the wheel, and he might’ve pushed the speed limit. Just a little.

But he was still a better driver than Soap.

–

You hummed to yourself as you did a few dishes in between visits. You were still expecting one more person to show up today, but you figured you had a little time before his arrival. Your two girls were out back, and Lola (the momma) was with her pups in the dining room.

In other words, everything was good.

The knock on the door startled you, and you could hear Sasha start barking out back, as she did every time someone knocked on the door. You dried your hands quickly and walked over to the door, opening it.

Two men stood on your doorstep. The younger-looking one was already grinning, an air of contained energy around him. He was quite handsome, which you noted almost absently. But the other… The other man was too damn attractive. You could tell he was the older of the two, bits of silver in his hair and mutton chops. He was standing back a step, letting the younger man take the lead.

“Kyle?” you guessed with a smile, holding out your hand to the younger man.

“Yes ma’am.” He shook your hand, firm and polite. “This is my friend, John.”

“Nice to meet you both.” You held out your hand to John with the same smile. “Please, come on in. The puppies are mostly asleep, but they’re only two weeks old.”

Both men stepped into the house past you, and you almost closed the door.

Except that a black blur zoomed in the front door and barreled into John.

“Sasha!” you gasped in a mixture of horror and mortification, immediately grabbing the dog and yanking her backwards. “I am so sorry, she’s never done that before!”

“No harm done,” John was quick to assure you, looking down at the dog. He blinked. “That’s, er. Not a Boxer.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No, she’s a Labrador Retriever. She was a gift, one I regret every day.” You circled one hand around her muzzle gently, guiding her to look up at you. “Did you jump the back fence?”

Her ears went down and her eyes got impossibly bigger, even as she tried to tug out of your grip.

“Bad girl. You know better.” You sighed, keeping a firm hold on her. “Again, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” John held out one hand to Sasha, and she immediately started sniffing him. Rather to your surprise, she started licking his fingers. “She’s a sweet thing, isn’t she?”

“Well, yes, but she’s normally a bit wary of strangers.” You watched the interaction, a little incredulous, as Sasha tried to cozy up to the big man. “Let me just put her in the other room. She’s still a bit too rambunctious for the puppies, and Lola doesn’t like her in with them.”

Both men waited patiently as you half-dragged Sasha to your office, closing her in. She banged on the door a couple times with a soft woof.

“Right. Puppies.” Flustered now, you straightened and tugged your shirt straight. “Right this way.”

You walked ahead of them, blocking their view until just the right moment. Then you turned and stepped aside, watching as both men absolutely melted.

Two week old Boxer puppies didn’t do a lot besides yelp for momma, drink, crawl around, and leave waste… But they were also really damn cute.

“How many of each?” Kyle asked, taking a cautious step closer.

“Come on in,” you invited, stepping the rest of the way into the room and rubbing Lola’s ears. She heaved the biggest sigh and laid her head down on top of your foot. “Lola doesn’t mind.”

Kyle was quick to find a place to sit, very gently touching each puppy, awe in his eyes. John stayed back a bit, but he was no less enamored.

“This time I’ve got four girls and three boys.” You smiled down at the puppies. “I believe you mentioned you want a boy?”

“Think so, yeah.” His big hands were delicate as he stroked the nearest puppy ever so gently.

“Well, you’ve got first pick.” You smiled at his startled look. “You got your deposit in before anyone else. So you get your pick of the litter.”

His smile was nearly blinding.

“Take your time,” you assured him, carefully moving your foot from under Lola’s head and ignoring her baleful look. “I’ll just be in the kitchen, just through there.” You stepped out of the room, sort of. The only thing separating the dining room from the kitchen was a counter, so you could still see Kyle, Lola, and the puppies.

John joined you, standing next to you, arms crossed over his chest. His very broad chest, which you just noticed. You had to fight not to look.

"How long have you been doing this?" He nodded to the puppies.

"This is my third litter." You smiled. "Honestly, I kind of tripped into this by accident, but I don't regret it. They're a wonderful breed." You eyed him for a moment before your smile turned mischievous. "Usually I warn people that they can be pretty high-energy but I have a feeling you won't have a problem keeping up."

He laughed, low and rumbling and oh so nice. "Gaz is high-energy," he agreed. "Won't be a problem. Might keep him out of trouble."

"Gaz?" You blinked.

"Kyle." John waved a hand. "It's a nickname."

You didn't push, didn't ask, just nodded. "Thinking of getting one yourself?" You couldn't help but tease, just a little.

"Nah. Not my speed." John shrugged, glancing back behind the two of you as Sasha whined. "If anything, I'd go for one like her."

"You want her?" You offered, mostly joking. "She comes house broken."

He laughed again, and it was even more wonderful the second time. "Thanks but no thanks." He paused for a moment. "How did you end up with a lab?"

You chuckled. "It's a long story. Some things happened with her first family. She was a very mouthy puppy, and they couldn't get past that. So I offered to take her." You smiled a little. "She's a good girl, and she's very people-oriented. She's just got no manners."

John nodded slowly. "Good of you to keep her," he murmured.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Your smile was a little sad. You had no family, no significant other, and few friends. You had the dogs instead. "You're allowed to go play with them too, if you want."

"I'm good here." His smile was almost teasing when he looked at you, and you chuckled.

"Well, if you have any questions…" You trailed off meaningfully.

"I know Gaz already interrogated you." His lips twitched, like that was an inside joke. (And not far from the truth - Kyle had asked a bunch of questions the first time he'd called, like he had a list.) "Is this your only job?"

That was certainly a polite way to ask. You'd had much less polite inquiries. "I work from home. I'm a purchasing coordinator. This is just for fun and love of the breed."

John nodded. "I see. Convenient."

"Until I have seven puppies howling at something at 3am in a month or so," you agreed, laughing. "Then I'll swear I'm never doing this again."

That delightful laugh rumbled between you. Somehow, the two of you had edged closer together, and you could just feel the warmth radiating from him. There was something about him that put you at ease.

Which was unusual. Sasha wasn't the only one wary of strange men.

Kyle reappeared a good ten minutes later with the sappy grin of one who has absolutely fallen in love. "Sure they're all spoken for?" He asked, glancing back at the puppies one more time.

You laughed quietly. "Six of them are," you agreed cheerfully.

Kyle looked back at the puppies, thoughtful, and John snorted.

"No. You're getting one."

The chiding tone was such a dad tone that you snorted and clapped a hand over your mouth.

"Sorry," you squeaked, trying very hard not to laugh. "Ahem. Anyway. Kyle, you're welcome anytime, just let me know so I can make sure I'm home." You smiled at John. "You're welcome, too."

"Thank you."

You walked the two to the door, watching as they got into an SUV. You waved them off, waiting until they were on their way before you closed the door.

"What am I going to do with you," you sighed at Sasha. She just wagged her tail at you.

#puppy love #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

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oliversrarebooks · 2 months

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39. Fitz's Rose

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June 1905

TW: mind control, body control, captivity, human auction

There had been many a time when Fitz had stood in the wings of a stage, thinking that his life depended on his next performance going well. Usually, it was because he was flat broke and depended on getting more bookings in order to eat another day.

It was never quite so literal as it was tonight.

Fitz felt sick to his stomach as he watched men and women being led onto the stage, placed under the spotlight, and sold off to a crowd of jovial vampires. While he could occasionally hear a muffled whimper, most of the humans were half-asleep or dazed, placed deep under spells of submission. Miss Lily had offered the same to him, to spare him his nerves, and he'd declined. He wanted to see. He didn't want to waste away the last few moments of his life before he was sold like a choice cut of meat.

For the thousandth time he reassured himself that he was going to be fine. He had the highest quality blood in the auction, according to Miss Lily, which was why he was being sold last. And he had quite thoroughly charmed Mr. Alexander, Miss Lily's rich and handsome friend. There was no question in Fitz's mind that Mr. Alexander would be bidding on him after seeing that look of desperation. He seemed the sort that would be an easy pushover to a pretty face, too.

It would be fine. He'd been in far worse situations than this. He couldn't think of any at the moment, but...

"It's time," said Miss Lily, tugging at his golden chain. He'd been so lost in his self-reassurance that he hadn't noticed the number of people backstage dwindling to nothing.

He took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. If he were to go out here, this is how he would want it to happen. On stage, with an audience. His element.

"And now the final lot of the evening!" said the auctioneer. "We don't see Triple-A graded blood in this auction house every year, folks, so get those pocketbooks ready. A beautiful thrall, cleverly trained by our very own Miss Lily to be entertaining as well as completely obedient -- Lot Seven, Fitzwilliam de Hastings!"

Fitz held his head high and followed Miss Lily onto the stage, stopping dead center in the spotlight, where he belonged.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the light, and he could see the well-dressed vampires filling the hall, auction paddles sitting in their laps, waiting to bid on him. He gave an ingratiating smile and struck a pose that was calculated to be halfway between ridiculous and charming, swirling around in his red velvet ball gown and fetchingly exposing his neck.

"Dinner and a show all in one -- I'm an absolute steal, folks," he said.

There were laughs from the audience, a few sympathetic looks, and some grimaces of disgust -- good. He was aiming to endear himself only to the vampires most likely to treat him well.

Speaking of which, he spotted Mr. Alexander in the third row from the front, a terrifyingly intense look on his face.

Hook, line, and sinker.

"The bidding will start at four thousand for this excellent thrall. Do I hear four thousand? Yes, from the gentleman in the red tie. Do I hear four thousand five hundred..."

The bids began to fly, and Fitz's head was spinning as he tried to keep track of who was bidding on him. Most were vampires who had visited his little showcase room -- he couldn't seem to remember which were better prospects than the others, now. But he did notice that Mr. Alexander wasn't bidding on him, his lips tight and eyes sharp as the price rose.

"Six thousand five hundred from the woman in the pink dress. Can I get seven thousand? This is the last thrall on offer, folks, the highest quality of blood -- yes, seven thousand from our own Lady Evelyn -- "

Seven thousand. A sum that his father easily made and spent in a day. Was that all his blood was worth? Was that all his life was worth, in the end?

"Eight thousand, do I hear eight thousand? Eight thousand? Going once, going twice --"

"Eight thousand."

Fitz was surprised to find himself breathing a sigh of relief as Mr. Alexander finally bid. It must be Miss Lily's influence, but this particular vampire had stirred something in him beyond his newly inconvenient desire for fangs in his neck. He was handsome, that much was true, but that was only a small part of it. It was the way he'd responded to Fitz's hamfisted attempts at flirting, the way he'd made Fitz feel as he moved in close as if to feed.

Out of anyone in this sordid crowd, Mr. Alexander seemed like someone who might appreciate Fitz, and that was the best hope he had right now as the bids began to move again.

"And that's ten thousand from Mr. Alexander! Going once --"

Their eyes met, and Fitz didn't think it was his imagination that Mr. Alexander seemed as relieved as he did.

"Going twice --"

"Eleven thousand, if you please, auctioneer."

The voice was strange, inhuman, like a musical instrument come to life, and everyone in the audience turned to look at the back of the house, Fitz included.

There was a tall man standing behind the rows of chairs, thin and stiff as a flagpole. His skin was so pale as to resemble a marble statue, and his silvery hair flowed down his back in a tight tail. He was wearing a suit of all black, accessorized only with a gold pocket watch at his waist.

Fitz heard his chain rustle as Miss Lily grasped it tight, and when he glanced at her, her expression was pure fear. Mr. Alexander was turned around and only half-visible, but he looked in even worse shape.

The auctioneer cleared his throat. "Yes, sir. Eleven thousand to the esteemed lord. Going once --"

What was happening? Fitz could hardly swallow down his panic. Why wasn't the auctioneer asking for more bidding? Why didn't Mr. Alexander raise his paddle? Why did every vampire look frozen to the spot?

"Going twice. Sold."

The gavel came down, and Fitz had been purchased, purchased by a vampire with a frankly terrifying demeanor. No easy life with a rich pushover awaited him. The room was swaying. He couldn't throw up, not on stage, not on his ball gown. And he couldn't cry --

"Showtime, Fitz," whispered Miss Lily, and Fitz mercifully felt his mind shift away from his grasp. "Don't panic. Be calm and polite, and for pity's sake, be obedient."

"Sire!" Mr. Alexander finally roused from his stupor, nearly knocking over his chair as he stood up. "Sire, please -- "

"Hush, Alexander," said the strange vampire with the musical voice. "Wait upon me in the parlor until I have completed my purchase. We will discuss your shortcomings then."

Mr. Alexander looked dead inside as he sat back down. "Yes, Sire."

Sire? What did that mean? His father? This vampire clearly had some kind of hold on Mr. Alexander that Fitz didn't understand.

Fitz's new owner approached the stage, and not a single person moved a muscle or tried to stop him. From an unseen pocket, he produced a single, flawless red rose, and presented it to Fitz.

"For your performance, Fitzwilliam de Hastings," he said.

And Fitz felt his body move.

With motions that weren't his own, he took the rose. He curtsied low, gracefully pulling the folds of his dress outwards, head bowed in deference. "Thank you, Master," said the voice coming from his throat, meek and soft and well-behaved.

That wasn't him.

Sound and movement didn't return to the room until the lord had taken his exit out in the back of the house.

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sykam0re · 1 year

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Splatoon band based on the Seven Deadly Sins 💃

Descriptions of each member under the cut!!

Cupid - Lust - The tallest and the leader of the group. An Inkling with a level head who gets what he wants, when he wants; nothing can get in the way of his wanton desires, no matter what they may be. But that does not make him selfish! Quite the opposite in fact, for what he usually wants is to please everyone around him. A real sweetheart.

Ava - Greed - The second tallest and the co-leader of the group, Ava is Cupid's right-hand gal and the one person he knows he can always rely on. As a vampire squid, she is often described by her fellow members as a little bit greedy when it comes to the things she enjoys. Being the type of person to hoard her riches and belongings, though not for her own sake...she just wants to make sure she always has what someone may need.

Orion - Sloth - The third oldest, being childhood friends with both Cupid and Ava. Orion is a sweet little Octoling that tends to float on by through life and not really care where the road takes him. But just because he might not be as outward as his friends, doesn't make him lazy; in fact he is often considered the most kindhearted of the entire group. He just prefers to show it through subtle means, rather than making a big show of it.

Cyril - Pride - An ex-elite Octoling and a notoriously boastful member of the Seven Sinkers. Cyril may not be the true leader of the band, but he certainly views himself as such. And as its imaginary leader...does everything in his power to make sure everyone is safe, happy and always looking their best. Because taking pride in his friends is the most important pride of them all to him.

Mesis - Envy - A sweet little Inkling with a bit of a temper on her shoulders. Having clawed herself from the ground up, Mesis believes in everyone being on equal standing, regardless of their species. Though that doesn't stop her from being envious of her peers...and wishing, deep in her heart, that she could know the joys they did as well.

Reese - Wrath - Mesis' best friend and close comrade through thick and thin. While not quite having Mesis' temper, Reese is known not to hold back if anyone dare hurt her or any of his friends; being the group's guardian throughout their career, always wanting to protect them from whatever might come their way. An Inkling with a soft spot.

Gio - Gluttony - The youngest and smallest of the whole group. As a pygmy octoling, Gio's teeny-tiny stature is often in a rather stark contrast with his appetite; the little fellow able to scarf down more than anyone else in the Seven Sinkers, but food is not the only thing he's a glutton for. Love, knowledge and fun... Gio is just a child at heart who wants to enjoy as much as he can, while he can. And with the rest of the members always bringing him along for the ride, how could he ever miss out?

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shojizbae · 10 months

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Hobie's Innocent Girlfriend

Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

♛♜

Can you just imagine Hobie with a super innocent type of girlfriend? not that creepy type of couple where a guy dates someone younger than him and she's all infantilized. His girlfriend is actually older than him but she was raised in a conservative protestant house (the national religion of Britain) and hasn't shaken her upbringing despite being in university. They met in a guitar class, (her being classically trained and wanting to expand her skills) Hobie was there because he could sneak in and figure out a riff that he hadn't yet nailed.

She was instantly fascinated by him because he looked so different than what she was used to seeing. Heavy chains that rattled with every step and scratched pin on a sleeveless jacket caught her eye. He spotted her because she looked like something off of a private school pamphlet. neat long coiffed hair, thin gold wristwatch and pleated skirt. everything about her screamed elitist old money.

He was shocked though when she walked over at the end of the class. She told him his name and pointed to a pin on his denim vest.

"What is a sex pistol?" she folds her hand behind her back.

"It's a band. They yell at rich pricks for acting like they are better than the rest of everyone."

"Cool!" he tries to carry on the conversation but she continues to get pissed off by her. Everything she is is everything he stands against. ad going against his grain is pretty rocking. She is one bonnie. He claims that he slowly seduced her. In actuality, she was the one who accidentally got him hook, line, and sinker. They start dating after a month or two of knowing each other.

Hobie is so irredeemably in love with her. And they look so out of place with each other. Half of her belongings are pink all of her socks have ruffles. Hobart is so grungy and dirty compared to her. But (Y/n) is absolutely enamored by him. She is fascinated by how different and real he is. Every time she comes over to his house she looks out of place but it makes his heart ga-lump every time he sees her picking through his collection of vintage pins. One day while looking through his desk full of knick-knacks she finds a neglected spiked bracelet.

"Hobie?"

"Yes, love?"

"Can I have this bracelet?" he hears the clink of a snap and sees the ratty piece of leather with tarnished pewter spikes. He notices how it looks so out of place on your ‘pretty in pink’ look and his heart thrums at the disruption.

“Yeah love, looks great on you.” He tries to bite back the smile forming on his face.

Another time you two are making out and and you get caught on his lip ring. Not physically just mentally. Your in his lap, straddling him, finger threes in the back of his hair. He’s got his hands on your ass and he uses them to keep you as close as possible. He tries to pull back for air but he notices that you’re adhered to his lips like a damn leech.

“Dear, what’s gotten into you?” He smirks in contentment

“I love that little hoop Hobie.” She smirks and half licks her lips

“Yeah?” He questions punctuating with a kiss.

“Yeah.” She chases his kiss as he pulls away.

“Well maybe we should get you some.”

“Ok,” she climbs back in him taking a more dominant stance than before. Hobie loved when she got riled up. She was so hot. That following night Hobie found a piercing shop and even booked an appointment.

Hobie had to hold her hand the whole time she was getting pierced. She didn’t go so extreme as he did with his dermals. Instead she walked out with a bar through her tongue, a nostril hoop, and seven different cartilage piercings. It was going to be torture not to kiss her for “4-6 weeks” he rolled his eyes at that. Somehow though her body healed much quicker than the piercer thought and she was able to return just 16 days later to get a smaller bar in her mouth. She did add one nipple ring and something glittery in her bellybutton.

Hobie was over the moon about being able to kiss her but now he could only play with one titty and he loved both of your titties. He was extra tic to see you become a more punk person while still holding all of your values. And your hole punched ears could be easily hidden if you wore your hair down. You did however have to skip Christmas claiming sickness instead of returning to your family.

Hobie was beside himself. On the one hand Christmas is a Marxist celebration that’s been stripped of its initial pagan roots and been commercialized into a plot for capitalism. On the other hand you were very upset that you couldn’t go home to have mass with your family because you knew they would disapprove of your piercings and of Hobie. Both things you loved endlessly.

I order to cheer you up Hobie had to sacrifice all of his pride. He bought you a few presents, mostly thing you’ve said you need for your flat which he has sporadically moved into. He pinned mistletoe on oversold way with tape because your landlord is a complete asshole. He made you breakfast in bed and told you to get dressed. There was a church nearby and as much as he hated organized religion he hates to see you upset far much more.

The whole time you were smiling. You sang every word to every song. Even before the priest was done quoting the scripture you would cite it. When you got home he made brunch as you set out presents around the tiny plastic tree. Every time you passed through a door way he would trot over to you and say something sly like

“Oh look what we have here? Looks like you need to kiss me.” And you two ended up turning off the stove and shagging like animals in heat.

slowly though, you start to rub off on him

he starts using your fancy expensive ass skincare. You find him napping under your giant fluffy chunky knit blanket; especially after late-night spider escapades. He especially takes on your drama shows and soap operas. He loves when you throw one of your fluffy robes at him when he forgets to grab a towel after the shower.

Eventually, he wears you down enough to introduce him to your parents. they're terrified of what he could be because for over 2 years you've hidden him from them. they're shocked because you squeezed him into a cashmere sweater and slacks. His hair was combed and his piercings had been removed. You manage to scrape through the dinner with no bonfire temper tantrums from your mom. When you finally get back in your car he sighs and tears the sweater off. He drives you home completely shirtless and is grunting and moaning the whole time.

"Love, if you ever make me wear a button-down shirt again, I'll cut the nipples and arms off of it."

"What?" she shreiks

"Yeah, and I'll shag you in front of your old man."

"Hobie!" you slap his bare chest

"I can't help it love, you get me going." He put a hand on your thigh and gives them a gentle rub.

"Hobie wait until we make it home!"

"What, c'mon! You won't even jerk me off a little babe? Please?"

"Well, you sit with the thought for a moment. "You did so well playing house for me. And, you look pretty hot right now." you pull your seatbelt from behind your back and shift your hips around "Maybe just a little." you pull your hair into a ponytail and pull down his zipper. Let's just say Hobie's foot was on the gas pedal all the way to the apartment.

#across the spiderverse #spider punk #hobart brown #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown #innocent girlfriend #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobart brown x reader

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seraphimcollections · 1 year

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Gentle Giant | Konig x Medic!reader | ch.1

summary: You are a medic. You shouldn't be here, but a series of unfortunate events have you on the run, but from whom? And to whom?

warnings: typical depictions of violence from cod, medical inaccuracies, eventual smut (not in this chapter, patience loves), implications of smut, more than slight size kink.

words: 2.5

author's note: alright. i caved. they got me hook, line and sinker. i had waaay too much fun writing this, makes me excited for what's to come ;) There's no use of y/n but it is written in second person. OH! For the translations, if you're reading on your phone, you can select and then translate :)))

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 |

The whirring of the helicopter blades echoed in your ears as you hopped down, landing in a crouch on the tarmac next to Sergeant Soap, Lieutenant Ghost and Captain Price. You shifted the heavy pack on her shoulders as you approached the two soldiers standing a few meters away ready to welcome Squad 141. There was a woman, only slightly taller than you smirking as you all approached, her hands behind her back. Your eyes slide up, higher, to the behemoth standing next to her. Your nerves went on high alert, seeing that not only was this man simply massive, bordering on seven feet, but he hid his face away under a dark hood, with only two holes for him to see through.

“Captain Price, Squad 141, welcome!” Roze said, holding out her hand for Price to shake.

“Thanks for having us!” Price shouted over the heli. “On behalf of the 141, we’re happy to have KorTac on our side!”

Roze smirked, “we happen to share a common enemy, one we hope to eliminate as soon as possible.” Captain waved his hand to his subordinates, “this is part of my team. Sergeant John “Soap” McTavish, sniper and bomb specialist. Lieutenant Ghost, sabotage, and our field medic, Y/N L/N.”

Roze smirked, “good thing you brought another medic with you, his guy always finds a way to hurt himself.”

Roze nudged the silent man, causing him to lose his composure for a moment. You looked up into his eyes, finding them to be purest of greens, along with the nervous anxiety behind them. ‘He’s nervous, this big guy?’ you thought. Your dissecting gaze wanders across his body, noting his nervous ticks until narrowing down on the poorly wrapped wound on his left hand. You cocked her head to the side with a frown.

“You’re bleeding,” you noted matter-of-factly, pointing to his hand.

The man straightened, hiding his wounded hand behind his back, avoiding your gaze.

“I-It’s fine,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly but riddled with an accent.

You cocked a brow and with a sigh, you approached the soldier, slapping him on the shoulder, having to fully extend your arm in order to reach.

“Let’s go get that checked out soldier, can't you catch tetanus before the big mission,” you said, trying to sound firm.

Konig looked down at Roze in shock, before turning to follow you, even though you had no idea where you were going in his foreign base.

The group watched the duo disappear into the building, Price with a permanent frown.

“You sure it’s a good idea having that guy on this?” He said skeptically.

Roze’s expression became serious, “he’s one of the best -- his methods may be a bit unorthodox, but he gets the job done.”

“Yea, we heard of his methods,” Price said, “and know that we’ll be keeping a close eye on ‘im.”

“We’ve heard our own rumors, Captain,” Roze’s gaze became serious. “Rumors that you’re harboring some precious cargo. Something that can’t make it into the enemy's hands.”

Price frowned, “rumors aren’t word.”

“I’m just saying, if KorTac and the 141 are going to be working together, transparency is only fair,” Roze said.

Price crossed his arms with a small smirk, “that’s need to know, Sergeant.”

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König pushed open the door into the infirmary office, away from the row of beds that lay empty. He stepped aside, allowing you entry first, his posture rigid. You walked past, dropping your pack by the desk with a heavy sigh. You rolled one of the chairs over, plopping down into it before rummaging through your pack. Your eyes cast over to the door, finding the hooded man had not even crossed the threshold.

“Hey big guy,” you called with a smile, “can’t fix your hand from the door.”

You could almost see the man thinking before finally entering the room, having to duck his head under the entrance. He still kept his distance, so you pulled the second chair across from you before patting the seat.

“Take a seat,” you said, your voice calming. “I promise I won't bite.”

The man didn’t move for another second, before finally conceding and sat across from you, his knees curled underneath him. You continued to prep your utensils, grabbing rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and gauze. Finally looking up at the man, you held up your palm with a small smile, wordlessly asking for his wound. The hooded man held open his hand, revealing the bloody gauze poorly wrapped around his palm. His hand alone dwarfed yours and for a moment, you pitied the man who was caught in between them.

You carefully began your work, your gaze trained at the messy work. König watched you carefully, his eyes lifting from your hands to your eyes, and then back again. He was shocked at your gentleness, it felt like a small bird jumping around in his palm.

“Sie sind kein großer Redner, oder?” You said, never taking your gaze from his palm.

König felt his spine stiffen as his eyes widened in shock. He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling in excitement.

“Sie können Deutsch?” he said.

You did well to hide your shock from the man’s deep voice, rumbling deep within his wide chest. You nodded nonetheless.

“Ich war eine Zeit lang in Berlin stationiert…picked up a few things,” you smiled.

König cursed himself for getting so excited over a little German, but for some reason…it sounded sweeter coming from your lips. The temperature rose from under his mask.

“They call me Wren.” You dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball on the cut. “Don’t ask me why, because I don’t even know. What do they call you?”

Wren…like the bird. It’s…fitting, Konig smiled underneath his hood.

“König,” he answered.

You nodded with a smile, “king. I can see it.”

Your gaze lifted up to the few scars peeking up from under the man’s long sleeve. They were small, most likely superficial.

“You suffer from anxiety, don’t you?” You frowned, seeing the man squirm under your gaze. “I can tell, you pick at your scabs when you heal, that’s why they scar.”

König stumbled over his words, “I-I-”

You smiled, patting him on the soldier, “it’s alright, I’ve seen it before. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

König gaze stayed pinned on your small hand on his shoulder, feeling his skin becoming uncomfortably hot. Just as quickly as it was there, it was gone, your hand returning to wrapping his hand up properly this time. You were finished in no time, quicker than König would have hoped. You grinned, placing your hands on your knees, admiring your work.

“All finished,” you said, “the wound didn’t go too deep but I’ll prescribe you some antibiotics to help with the swelling. If you need some painkillers don’t hesitate to ask.”

König nodded, standing to his feet, “thank you, Wren.”

You nodded your head, “anytime, but maybe not all the time. If you were in here all the time, I think I’ll get a little worried.”

König felt his heart skip a beat. Worried? About him? No one worried about him. He broke eye contact, desperately taking his leave, lowering his head as he left the office, leaving you to your own devices. You listened as he left into the hall, his heavy footsteps fading away until nothing. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, swinging to face your desk. The man was no less than intimidating with his tear-streaked hood. You were almost positive that his enemies saw that hood in their nightmares, and you prayed to whatever god that you wouldn’t succumb to that punishment.

“Well, better get to work.”

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You had finished unpacking all of your medical supplies in the very barren infirmary, deciding to do some sprucing up around the beds, even opening up a few of the curtains to let in the fading sunlight. The infirmary seemed like it was almost abandoned, making you wonder if KorTac even had a resident medic to begin with.

“Well that would explain the poorly treated cut,” you grumbled, folding one of the sheets before placing it on the cot.

You head turned hearing a knock on the door frame, seeing Soap standing at the threshold.

“‘Bout time you got in,” you smiled.

“Not my fault, Gaz got the coordinates wrong,” Soap smirked.

“I highly doubt our Gaz had anything to do with it,” you snorted. “How can I help you, McTavish?”

You watched his expression become a bit more serious, which was a rare feat from the Scot. He leaned against the frame, his arms crossed.

“Wanted to check in on ya, lass. See how you’re holding up,” he said.

You frowned, before picking up another blanket to fold to distract yourself.

“I’m fine, as fine as one could be in my situation,” you sighed.

“It’s okay not to be,” Soap approached. “No one would blame you.”

“Oh,” anger bubbled in your gut, “but I do.”

“Wren-”

“If I had just stayed put,” you nearly whispered, eyes screwed shut, “hell, even closed my fucking eyes, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“It’s your fault, Wren,” Soap said sternly. “It couldn’t have been prevented. It was just…wrong place, bad timing.”

You scoffed, a sad smile on your lips, happy your back was turned to your comrade so he couldn’t see the tears welling in your eyes.

“Yeah. Bad timing.”

Soap frowned, “listen, grub’s at 1800 hours. Price doesn’t feel really comfortable having to move around this big base on your own, so he’ll send someone for you.”

Hearing this you whirred around, your brow furrowed, “now I need a babysitter?”

Soap scratched his nape, “not my orders, Wren.”

You felt your shoulder slump in defeat. Soap puts a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake.

“Don’t worry, things will be back to normal in no time, you’ll see,” he said with a hopeful smile.

All you could do was nod, “and what about my sleeping quarters?”

“König will take you,” Soap waved, “big fella practically volunteered.”

Your ears perked at the mention of the tall Austrian.

“Just…be careful around ‘im? The man gives me the heebie jeebies,” Soap grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed the thought.

From the short time you sat with the man, he seemed to have not a bad bone in his body. But of course, there had to be, or else he wouldn’t be here. Again, at the thought of the behemoth, you thanked him for being on your team. He volunteered? You felt like a giddy school girl, but you quickly squash such feelings, busying yourself back into fixing up the infirmary.

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The sunlight had all but faded from the windows as you sat back at your desk, typing away at some files you needed to catch up on. Files weren’t the only thing to catch up on. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good night’s sleep. You tried at first, but the nights dissolved into restless turning, riddled with nightmares. What you saw that day replaying over and over again behind your eyelids. Eventually it was just easier to just stay awake.

Your exhaustion was more than evident on your face. Dark bags underneath your eyes, your complexion paler than normal. It definitely had caught the attention of the others, Price sending you a pitying look now and then, ordering you to take a break. But you couldn’t. Work was the only thing that took your mind off things. Whether it be the gym, the range, or any meaningless task, you needed them all. You wished for things to go back to normal, the days where you could laugh wholeheartedly when Soap and Ghost would compete to see who had the worst jokes. You missed betting with Gaz at the range, missed being able to take a shower without the worry of someone waiting to take you out, standing just behind the curtain.

You let out a yelp hearing a gentle knock on the door, your head whipping around to see König standing within it, his head lowered.

“I’m sorry,” his watery gaze never wavered from yours, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You raised a hand to your chest, willing your breathing to slow before smiling up at him.

“For a big guy, you sure have light feet,” you laughed, sliding your glasses from the bridge of your nose. “Is it grub time already?”

König shook his head, “not quite. I wanted to show you to your room before then.”

You nodded, standing and picking up your pack, that was much lighter than before, thankfully.

“Sounds like a plan, lead the way,” you gestured.

You followed König down the hall, fighting off the exhaustion that made your head fuzzy. You walked on, turning corner after corner, hardly coming by anyone until finally König stopped in front of a door, stepping aside. You nodded in thanks, stepping inside. The room was bare bones, to be expected, only having a single bed and a desk. You threw your pack on the desk, stretching your arms over your head, some of your bones cracking causing you to let out a small whimper.

König felt his mouth go dry hearing you. He couldn’t stop when he mind quickly went somewhere it shouldn’t have been. Thoughts of you trapped underneath his hulking body, dragging more whimpers, louder ones. König choked on his saliva, catching your doe like eyes to his.

“Something wrong?” You asked.

König shook his head, holding up his palms, “a-ah, nothing! I’ll be out here once you’re ready.”

With that, König left the room, closing the door behind him. You smiled, shaking your head. You peeled off your armor, piece by piece. Finally you completely stripped down, letting out a groan at the long awaited freedom. You looked over your body, feeling over the scattered scars, big and small. You let out a sigh, digging out another set of clothes, something you could be a little more comfortable in.

You placed your glasses back on the desk, before turning to open the door. Konig stood against the wall, his arms folded behind his back as if he were a guard. Well, for all intended purposes, he was. Konig turned to you, wrapping up your hair into a messy bun, looking up at him.

“Ready, König?”

The man felt his chest tighten as you looked up at him. Have you always been this small? Compared to him you were tiny, like a-

“Maus,” the word slipped past his lips before he could even stop it.

König could feel his face become hot as he instantly took his gaze off your shocked expression, trying to find the words to make an excuse. Anything, any excuse.

“Mouse?” You said with a teasing smile, leaning over to look up into his eyes. “Hm, I guess that makes sense.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” König said, not daring to look you in the eye.

You chuckled, patting the poor man on the shoulder.

“It’s alright, not offended at all, Bär.”

You brushed past him, looking over your shoulder at him.

“As long as we can keep it between us,” your eyes squinted as you smiled, “gotta make sure these idiots stay in line somehow, right?”

König felt his chest swell and you could see his eyes squint, telling you there was a smile underneath the threatening hood. “Natürlich Maus.”

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nekatto · 4 months

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Given that this is my first adoption advert, I decided to go with something basic… Basic white girl basic.

Without further ado, I present you the MeowBucks baristas: Madeleine, Mary Jane, Fontina the Big Cheese, My Little Pierogi, Gruyère, Bordeaux, and Artemis.

Accepting applications from residents of South Carolina and neighboring states only.

Bios for each cat as well as a link to the adoption form are under the cut.

logo (c) wafflestash on Etsy, used here with their written permission.

If you can’t adopt, but would like to support us, I have a cashapp ($kpao69) and PayPal ([email protected]). I’m an independent foster and all food, litter, and vetting is paid for out of pocket. Any help is appreciated.

ADOPTION APPLICATION:

Adoption fee is $85

MADELEINE || SPAYED FEMALE

10/10 but she bamboozled me.

The one who started it all. I was walking my dog when this sweet mama approached me and meowed sadly at me. From that moment on, she had me hook, line, and sinker, and I ended up returning to the spot I met her and started feeding her, quickly gaining her trust and bringing her inside… Along with her seven relatives she had hidden in the bushes.

Despite being the grandma of the family, I believe she’s still a fairly young cat, possibly around three years old or so. Since her spay surgery, it’s almost like she’s trying to make up for the kittenhood she never got to have. She loves nothing more than batting toy mice across the floor and playing chase with her granddaughter Pierogi. When not zooming around, Madds is quite the cuddle bug and loves a warm lap to lay in.

MARY JANE | SPAYED FEMALE, ~3 yrs old

Mother of Fontina, Gruyère, and Pierogi. Now that her kittens are grown, Mary Jane is beyond done with wild kitten antics and looking for some place calm and quiet to settle down.

All in all a pretty chill cat, though not particularly social. Out of her relatives, she most prefers to spend time with her daughter Gruyère.

FONTINA THE BIG CHEESE | NEUTERED MALE, ~1 yr old

They say the key to a man’s heart is food, and that’s doubly true for Fontina! While he can be shy at times, add food to equation and he’s putty in your hands.

He’ll do just about anything for food and so far has even trained himself to go inside his carrier on command. Would make an excellent trick training candidate.

Ideally would prefer a home with his best friend and wrestling buddy, Bordeaux.

**Fontina has displayed a propensity for eating non-food items. Please be mindful of this and take appropriate precautions.

MY LITTLE PIEROGI | SPAYED FEMALE, ~1 yr old

When she first came here, Pierogi was a bit shaken by the overnight transition from living outside to living in a home and spent her first few days inside hiding. But now she’s come out of her shell and blossomed into the sweetest little girl, albeit still on the shy side. Loves churu, head-butting feet, and playing with wand toys.

**tentative. if no applications look promising I miiiight end up keeping her.

GRUYÈRE | SPAYED FEMALE, ~1 yr old

No, you’re not seeing double, though very different in personality, Fontina and Gruyère are our loveable void twins!

The princess of the group. Gruyère demands you provide her with your undivided attention at all times… or else.

Out of her siblings, she has the closest relationship with her mother, Mary Jane, and the mother-daughter pair can often be found grooming one another.

**though she’s never broken skin, Gruyère can be mouthy, and we'd recommend applying for a different cat if you have young children or elderly people in your home.

BORDEAUX | NEUTERED MALE, ~1 yr old

Sweet little Bordeaux had a very rough start to life. At just a few weeks old, Bordeaux lost both of his siblings and was briefly separated from his mom during a particularly nasty winter rainstorm. It was only through a stroke of luck (and his cries) he was found before it was too late.

But none of that has dampened his spirit! As you can undoubtedly see, Bordeaux is a silly young man who loves having fun.

Without fail, he turns everything into a game. You thought you were going to mop the floor? Nope! Time to play wrestle the mop away from the kitten for the thousandth time!

10/10 but you’ll never get anything done with home around. But with a kitten this cute, who can stay mad?

When he’s not being a menace to society, he can be found palling around with his best friend and brother from another mother, Fontina.

ARTEMIS | NEUTERED MALE, ~2.5 YRS OLD

The odd one out of the bunch. I’m unsure how, or even if, he’s related to the rest of the colony. All we know is that he was buddies with the other adult male of the group, Apollo, and they could often be found huddled up together for warmth.

Artemis is a sweet boy who wants very much to be someone’s one and only. Always the first to greet me when I come in. And don’t think he’s content with a simple pat on the head. He DEMANDS all the love and snuggles. Like, I’ll sit down to relax and next thing I know he’s climbing up on my shoulder and nuzzling me.

*would prefer a home with no other cats.

**Apollo will be going up for adoption separately as he needs to have a specialist vet preform his neuter due to some neurological issues.

#catblr #cats of tumblr #indoor cats #rescue cats #fosteringsaveslives #adopt or shop responsibly

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welcometololaland · 11 months

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Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 3

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

Red White and Royal Blue

Camp Llwynywermod by bleedingballroomfloor

Cinnamon & Earl Grey by @everwitch-magiks

Come Fly With Me by politics_and_prose

Competent Guardians of Horny Little Miscreants by M0ssPiglet

confess my truth (in swooping, sloping cursive) by viciouslyqueer

confessional by @visionsofdystopia

count the stars and constellations by @everwitch-magiks

countermelody by @omgcmere

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks

For all the world to see by @everwitch-magiks

For One Night Only by @indomitable-love

forever yrs, for evermore. by @indomitable-love

forgiveness (can you imagine) by viciouslyqueer

Hashtag Soulmates by @everwitch-magiks

Jesus Take the Helm by @clottedcreamfudge

Love is Thai food and crepe paper by @clottedcreamfudge

Reclamation by @indomitable-love

Sink Beneath the Waves by @indomitable-love

Snowed in? Snow problem by @rmd-writes

The Bet by bleedingballroomfloor

The Royal Wedding Stylist Breaks Down Prince Henry & Duke Alex Claremont-Diaz’s Looks by th0ughts

thirst tweets & mean tweets [for approval] by loveonpurpose

Schitt's Creek (so many this week from this fandom! we love to see it)

(A) Simple Complication by @nontoxic-writes

Anything for Us by @wordthieve

camera shy by @hudders-and-hiddles

Catalyst by reallyfxkingpretty

coloring outside the lines by olivebranchesandwine

Coming Home by @colourcodedbinders

coming up close against your skin by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

Decisions, Decisions (series) by MoreHuman

Designated Grape by @landofsonlali

FratPat by didipickles

Hook, Line, and Sinker by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3

Hurry Down the Chimney Tonight by @mostlyinthemorning

I Think She Knows by @vulcanscully

If/Then by ishandahalf

Just for You by @beaiola

Just Leave A Message by @chelle-68

Just the Business Guy by @oneblueumbrella

Landing It (series) by @petalwritesx

Leaning In by @dinnfameron

Love at First Taste by @deenerann

Marcy's Girls by @tyfinn

Marcy's Innocent Questions by @characterassassination-at-9am

May Showers by @a-noble-dragon

Meet You at the Wobbly Elm by @agoodpersonrose

one kiss at a time... (series) byb startswithhope

Red, White & Royal Blue Jays by @grapehyasynth

Room Nine is a Wormhole by @stereopticons

Running on empty by @vivianblakesunrisebay

Secrets & lies by @hippolotamus

Spirit of the Season by @rosedavid

Sustineo by @rockinhamburger

Tahiti by resilient_rose

The Last Rose Video by @distractivate

The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose by @sarahlevys and @hagface

We stood as steady as the stars by foxtails

Stranger Things

takes a village by alchemystique

took you for a working boy by pukner

Star Trek

Watching the Watcher by stillwaters01

Star Wars

Tomorrow (there'll be more of us) by dimircharmer

Teen Wolf

The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna

The Man from UNCLE

Careful of the Company You Keep by @alienfuckeronmain

Closer and closer by @heytheredeann

Young Royals

King (Under Your Control) by @cinnamoncoffees

#fic rec friday #fic rec friday round up #schitt's creek #stranger things #young royals #the man from uncle #teen wolf #star wars #star trek #red white and royal blue #rwrb

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annoying to already see people discoursing about this “meleys the traitor” scene.

greens will say, pretending to care about the smallfolk, that they have a right to be mad about the attack on Aegon’s coronation because of the collateral damage to the smallfolk, which, fair enough, however stupid I may feel that scene was, it did do some unnecessary damage to the smallfolk of king’s landing.

HOWEVER.

if the scene is uncritically people buying into otto’s propoganda, it’s not only stupid it’s also an annoying departure from the books and a continuation of got writers (first d&d now condal and hess) treating the smallfolk as if they’re stupid which they are not. Look at the actual text of F&B:

Eight hundred knights and squires and common men lost their lives that day as well. Another hundred perished not long after, when Prince Aemond and Ser Criston Cole took Rook’s Rest and put its garrison to death. Lord Staunton’s head was carried back to King’s Landing and mounted above the Old Gate…but it was the head of the dragon Meleys, drawn through the city on a cart, that awed the crowds of smallfolk into silence. Septon Eustace tells us that thousands left King’s Landing afterward, until the Dowager Queen Alicent ordered the city gates closed and barred.

Yes, in both the books and the show, the Greens managing to kill Meleys the Red Queen and Rhaenys the Queen That Never Was is a big victory for them and of course Otto is going to turn it into a propaganda moment. It's even understandable that some of the smallfolk would turn on Rhaenys (in the show only) after her (stupidly written) stunt at the coronation. But those last two lines are crucial because it shows us what the smallfolk are really thinking as the Dance kicks off - "If the Greens are willing to disrespect even the nobility after their death, if they are willing to parade around the head of one of their great, terrifying, beloved, and respected dragons, treat Meleys the Red Queen like she's nothing but game hunted for sport...seven hells what are these people going to do to the rest of us nobodies?"

And that is why, if the show takes the route of erasing how terrified the smallfolk are after the Battle of the Rook's Rest, it's a complete disservice to the smallfolk just to have them buy Otto's propaganda hook line and sinker. They are not stupid, and when they realize very early on in the Dance just how awful and violet this conflict is going to get, they attempt to leave for safety and it's only Alicent locking them into King's Landing like lambs to the slaughter that stops the exodus from King's Landing.

Cutting that scene takes away not just the perceptiveness of the smallfolk of King's Landing to make the Greens look better, it also takes away one of the crucial moments that leads to the Storming of the Dragon Pit; after realizing that dragons can be killed by regular humans and not just dragonriders because they are forced to look at Meleys' severed head, then locked into a city that gets progressively more dangerous, with dragons that are getting increasingly more aggravated because of the continued violence of the Dance, the smallfolk take the only course of action they feel they have left to them and that's to rise up and massacre the dragons in the pit in a vain and violent attempt to protect themselves from the endless slaughter that the Greens forced them to live through.

#anti greens #rhaenys velaryon #meleys the red queen #getting on my soap box #pro team black #anti team green #smallfolk rise up #is gonna be a tag bc the nobles in this series are always acting up and so many pretend they care but they Do Not. its cool tho bc germ wil #and before anyone comes at me yes i am aware rhaenyra's tax policies suck and also lead to problems. she unknowingly adds more kindling to #an already raging fire and it explodes in her face. but CRUCIALLY that fire is not started nor even exacerbated by her. she merely inherits #an already out of control kl while stuck in the middle of a war with the northern army still months away from backing her up.#hotd spoilers

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“You’re a Disappointment,” An Analysis

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Seven years. Seven. Years. And it only just now finally hit me what Toffee truly meant when he called Marco a disappointment in Storm the Castle, and I feel pretty silly for not realizing it before.

Before Storm the Castle, Toffee has only seen Marco on two significant (canonical) occasions, Fortune Cookies and Mewnipendance Day. (As you may remember, Marco was MIA during Marco Grows a Beard, considering he was… physically trapped in that bathroom as his beard overwhelmed the house)

Fortune Cookies:

The entire plot of the episode, besides the ever enjoyable introduction to our favorite lizard, is Star once again being amazed by another Earth oddity: fortune cookies. She believes that the fortunes are genuine predictions of the future and are infallible and to be relied on for all of her future decisions (not helped by Marco who did influence this misconception by messing with her). This immediately establishes in Toffee’s mind— after learning from Buff Frog that she believes the messages in the messages in her cookies are fortunes— that she’s naive, impulsive, easy to stray, and immature. Of course, he very quickly learns about her impulsivity, fighting prowess, and stubborn will, but her naivety is what sticks out to him in this moment, and it’s what he takes full advantage of. (Note: I don’t think he actually looks down on her for these traits alone and expects her to be mature at all, I think he sees those traits going hand and hand with her age. She’s only 14, after all. Nevertheless, they are still traits he can use to his advantage to further his goals.)

This is something that Star has in common with the monsters Toffee has found himself within the company of. The only difference here? These are grown adults who he expects to have a bit more dignity under their belt, ESPECIALLY Ludo. While I’m sure he’s grateful that Ludo was naive enough to hire him with clever wordplay alone— overall assisting to further his goals— he can’t help but feel annoyed by the plain stupid amount of immaturity he possesses.

I think this is less so with Ludo’s army. Even if they share very similar traits, he knows they’ve been living under Ludo’s childish tyranny, and probably has a bit more faith that they can be molded into proper soldiers. Though, his patience is still worn extremely thin by their shenanigans.

Toffee takes advantage of this by planting a fortune in her bag, “Love is Always the Answer.” While I personally believe there’s a deeper meaning, it’s not relevant right now. But anywho, the core purpose is to let Star’s guard down enough so Ludo can gain ownership of the wand.

While Star believes the message hook, line, and sinker, Marco immediately sees past the ridiculousness of the fortune in such a dire situation. “What? Not in this case! Fighting is!”

“Really? Now??”

He immediately sees past the fortune, relying on logic to reason that such a simple trick is just that: a trick. Clearly Star’s pacifism isn’t working, and they need to make the rational decision to fight. He’s immediately proves himself to be the level headed one of the duo, the one who keeps his head on straight and is clearly the maturer of the two.

Marco saw right through the trap and displayed common sense and logic. And he was later vindicated when it was revealed to Star that the fortune cookie was a trap.

And I can guarantee you Toffee noticed this, and it was only further cemented in the next time Toffee sees him again.

Mewnipendance Day:

In this episode, Star is celebrating what she knows as “Mewnipendance Day”, also known as the Great Monster Massacre, where the first Queen of Mewni attempted to wipe out monsters from the face of the planet, an attempted genocide of innocent people who lived on the land she stole from them.

Star explains the entire story from the Mewman’s propagandized perspective, going through a pop-up storybook to demonstrate the beginning and the end of the massacre. She gives an explanation of the beginnings, skips past the actual genocide and fighting itself, and ends with “And the Mewmans won!”

And guess who’s the only person who notices and brings attention to it? Marco Diaz himself.

“Wait, but you just blew past all the important stuff.”

Once again, Marco is the one who’s calling out important things, looking deeper and more critically at the situation, opposed to everyone else who just goes along with it. He shows very clear and obvious signs that he’s more mature than his peers.

And let’s not forget, Ludo and Toffee are watching all of this through the surveillance device (the “all seeing eye”). Sure, Toffee is a tad distracted by the book he’s reading, but with how intelligent he is I’m almost positive that he’s multitasking here.

And Marco only proceeds to exceed expectations, actually going through the book and starting to see, at least in part, the true reality of the situation, calling it out and bringing it to Star’s attention.

“Star, I know the monsters are bad and all, but this seems… unfair.”

Marco demonstrates that he is willing to see past biases and to see reason. He sees past the blatant propaganda and revisionist history, at least in part.

Overall, he is actively more mature than the others with common sense that aids in critical thinking skills and nuance beyond what’d Toffee would expect at his age, especially contrasted against Star. And I think taking off rose colored glasses and seeing the monster massacre for what it really is (again at least in part) really helps with Toffee’s perception of Marco as some levity amongst the childish people he’s been surrounded with.

That is, until their third interaction in Storm the Castle.

Storm the Castle:

Toffee clearly sees Marco as a competent fighter, considering the double imprisonment with not only the chair that confines him but the crystal box prison too. He knows Marco is more competent and mature than most people in his vicinity

At least. He did.

During Storm the Castle while Marco is imprisoned, he takes on the traits seen with Ludo, his soldiers, and Star. He’s acting immature, he’s being impulsive, and he’s talking back with what he assumes is witty dialogue. He’s trying to act all tough guy, which clearly doesn’t work with Toffee. Toffee humors him a little bit during the sandwich dialogue, releasing him from the chair, and Marco immediately takes an impulsive swing at him, leaving him to punch the crystal and immediately writhe in pain at the impact. Marco then immediately throws away Toffee’s genuine attempt at offering him a meal. Toffee is a monster, and being a monster in Mewni means that food, especially good food, is invaluable, because it’s so hard to come by. Seeing Marco waste and make a mess of it without a second thought is probably the nail in the coffin.

Marco isn’t the slightly more mature young boy Toffee assumed he was. He had witnessed from afar Marco’s knack for nuance and critical thinking, a breath of fresh air amongst incompetence.

But as soon as they get one on one all of that is immediately washed away.

Marco is acting like everyone else he’s come across lately, openly defying the nuanced maturity Toffee had witnessed previously. He’s just like the others. He’s being childish. He isn’t special.

“You’re a disappointment”

It’s not some profound statement, there’s no weight behind it. Toffee had no expectations for Marco and wasn’t planning on using him for his goals. Marco just genuinely was not who Toffee assumed he was by his previous actions. Toffee was mildly genuinely disappointed to learn just how kiddish Marco really is. He really expected better.

I also think this explains why Toffee didn’t bother to put him back in the chair restraints. He really didn’t need to go that far with trapping him in the first place.

I don’t think Toffee is surprised, or even phased by it, Marco is a 14 year old child after all. I don’t even think Toffee’s expectations for his maturity were big, period, just the slightest bit of relief that Marco was a breath of fresh air amongst the sea of incompetence. But no. He wasn’t, as far as Toffee concludes at least. This one interaction completely killed any hope Toffee might have carried, and he would just roll his eyes for even allowing himself to put even a little faith in someone.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Anyways…”

I know there were tons of theories on this, but the actual answer, as far as I’ve figured, is incredibly simple lol. And now that I’ve finally realized what that line really meant, I think it’s important to share.

#svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #toffee of septarsis #toffee svtfoe #svtfoe toffee #marco diaz #marco svtfoe #svtfoe marco #svtfoe analysis #analysis #cartoon analysis #I can’t believe it took me seven years to realize this #it was in front of our faces the whole time #has anyone else noticed this ??#it feels so painfully obvious now that I point it out

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