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Ohhh, tag post? Aw shucks, thanks @yujisdreamgirl

Currently reading?

Nothing. I've been trying so hard, but I'm PROCRASTINATING.

Last song?

Bruno Mars, Anderson .Paak, Silk Sonic - Love's Train, BM, A.P, SS - Blast off

Last film?

Sinners

Last series?

One Piece (current obsession also)

Sweet/Savoury?

Sweet all the way in candy. Sweet-savoury in food and some bitter.

Tea/coffee?

None. Don't like tea and coffee isn't for me yet. Does iced tea count?

Working on?

My motivation to write, sleep schedule + screen time, studies, procrastination.

Come here bbg @wepashi22, what secrets are you hiding?

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW MORE

tried to reblog the original post but it was gone so here we are i guess. thanks for tagging me leigh!!!!! @poemeater <3 i love you to pluto and back come kiss me now

currently reading: nothing actually. walk of shame

last song: man in the mirror — michael jackson

last film: captain america brave new world

last series: new girl season 3, mha season 2 (rewatch), wbk s2

sweet/savory/salty?: savory + salty!!! but i would give up both kidneys for some cinnamon sugar pretzels rn

tea or coffee: tea always

working on: packing to move states in july, weeding through some rough friendships that no longer serve me, picking up guitar again, and. well. kinktober ‘25

no pressure tags 🤍 @carminechrollo @admiringlove @madaqueue @cheralith @bouqette @mochiqa @mosskissed @storiesoflilies @toadba @tokeposts @hiraethwrote sorry if you’ve been tagged i tried to choose people i haven’t tagged in awhile/at all hehe

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THIS is how you analyse a character. I will keep playing devil's advocate for this guy to those who just say he was born evil. No, he was not. He was a child.

Donquixote Doflamingo’s reasons and motivation

His motivation is unexpectedly noble for a guy who has suffered brutal violence and was raised by the ruthless killers. We can look into his head for the first time when he has an emotional outburst over the situation in Marineford. When Doffy’s emotions started to outpour, he verbally attacked the World Government.

海賊が悪!!? 海軍が正義!!? そんなものはいくらでも塗り替えられてきた…!!! // Pirates are evil?! The Marines are justice?! Such things have been changed as many times as you want!!!

“平和"を知ねェ子供共と"戦争"を知ねェ子供共との価値観が違う!!! 頂点に立つ者が善悪を塗り替える!!! 今この場所こそ中立だ!!! 正義は勝つって!?  そりゃそうだろ! 勝者だけが正義だ!!!! // Brats who don’t know peace and brats who don’t know war have different values!!! Those at the top decide what is good and what is evil!!! This place is neutral ground right now!!! Justice will prevail, you say?! Of course it will! Whoever prevails is just!!!!

A huge inscription "The Marines” that is shown when Doflamingo is talking about the nature of justice kinda implies.

Justice is the favorite word of the Marines, the World Government army. He directly accuses the Marines of being not very just and defending the world order that brings people suffering. In the pictures from his head, the different values he mentioned are illustrated by the attitude to food. The child soldiers are happy about the canned food they have found (if there were meat on the skeleton, they would probably have gnawed it too), and the rich girl does not want to eat vegetables. Why this particular example is given becomes clear later.

These are the elite officers of the Donquixote Family as children. As can be seen, they all were destitute. The rest of the Donquixote Family members as children are also depicted in a similar way. Doflamingo felt like saying pirates are not always evil and the Marines aren’t always this shining beacon of justice, because sometimes piracy is a lesser evil than…

妻が焼き殺された…!! どうでもいいんどろお前らにゃ // My wife was burned to death!! It’s nothing to you, right?!

お前らに納める[ 天 上 金 ]のせいで…!! 国が飢餓で滅んだんだ……!!! お前ら腹へったこ��あるか!? みんな骨と皮になって死んだよ!!! // Because of the Celestial Tribute we have to pay, the country has been ravaged by famine!!! Have you ever had nothing to eat?! Everyone died leaving only a bag of bones!!!

...than death from starvation.

At the time of the Marineford Arc, it was not yet fully revealed how terrible the rule of the WG is, but, to put it bluntly, it turned the world into a giant Nazi camp.

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So, for some reason, Preacher Boy Sammie thought it was a good idea to visit me in my dreams and apparently he had a crush on me...

Idk either okay.

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What's crazy is that my little brother loves lettuce, and when there's a bag of it, he eats it like chips. Literally.

He a little weird, definitely annoying, but he's happy with his lettuce ig.

thinking about the fact that corazon's favorite foods are lettuce, cabbage, and umeboshi. the last one i'm not as floored by. but just lettuce and cabbage? what is my man doing? just biting into a head of them? opening a bag of shredded lettuce and eating it like they're fucking chips? it's not like it's a salad or a cabbage roll. just straight up lettuce and cabbage.

and now i can't just stop thinking of him biting into a head of one or the other without flinching and it makes me SICK. i fucking love this man.

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Investigated Lucci more and looks like he's a premium asshole. I like it.

Not too long ago, I discovered Rob Lucci while my poor little self has only begun Skypiea and I have only one thing to say.

Rob Lucci is DANGEROUSLY underrated.

And I intend to fix that.

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Not too long ago, I discovered Rob Lucci while my poor little self has only begun Skypiea and I have only one thing to say.

Rob Lucci is DANGEROUSLY underrated.

And I intend to fix that.

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Murder is ok

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My husband.

crocodile icons?

﹟ crocodile icons

ִֶָ𓏲࣪ ⨾ like 𝗼𝗿 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀

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Scorched Sands of Devotion: Birthday Edition [WIP]

Sir Crocodile

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Long before the golden bands of eternal devotion graced his finger and hers, a solemn vow had formed deep within the recesses of his cold heart. This week, the week of her birth on this miserable earth, had firmly etched itself into his ambitious and unforgiving life.

Business and ambitions were held in lower regard, for this week demanded his undivided attention. Demanded that his undivided attention be directed towards her—his treasure of the scorching desert.

This unspoken vow came not of sentiment but rather his unwavering devotion to her. The day she graced this earth was to be honoured. So he believed. An unspoken truth, yet absolute.

His way of further granting her his gratitude for having dared to step into the darkness of his world and having seated herself upon the throne of affection he unknowingly held vacant.

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So @deva-26, a little someone told me to keep them updated on a self-indulgent fic about a certain character I was going to work on...

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Exactly. Can't let me precious readers have anything less than perfection. despite English literally not being my native language

being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect

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"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Are you sure?"

No. Of course, it wasn't okay. He isn't here. He left when half of his body bled out that cursed day. Nothing was okay and it would never be okay again.

“what’s wrong?” gojo asks.

“nothing” you say, holding onto him tighter, a part of you wishing upon every star for him to ask the same question again.

and he does.

“are you sure?”

“no,” you respond. “everything hurts.”

the arms that were once relaxed around you suddenly tightened, as if you would stray away. it felt like you were the only thing in his life that he’d want to stay, which would be a first.

he pulls you closer, his embrace warmer now, as if trying to shield you from the pain. "i’m here," he whispers softly, and for a moment, the world feels a little less heavy.

you close your eyes and bury your face into his chest. with you in his arms, maybe everything could be okay.

just for tonight.

this is the drabble i made that inspired me to start my tumblr blog:3 thank u for almost 500 followers i love u all🫶🫶

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Scorched Sands of Devotion: Birthday Edition [WIP]

Sir Crocodile

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Long before the golden bands of eternal devotion graced his finger and hers, a solemn vow had formed deep within the recesses of his cold heart. This week, the week of her birth on this miserable earth, had firmly etched itself into his ambitious and unforgiving life.

Business and ambitions were held in lower regard, for this week demanded his undivided attention. Demanded that his undivided attention be directed towards her—his treasure of the scorching desert.

This unspoken vow came not of sentiment but rather his unwavering devotion to her. The day she graced this earth was to be honoured. So he believed. An unspoken truth, yet absolute.

His way of further granting her his gratitude for having dared to step into the darkness of his world and having seated herself upon the throne of affection he unknowingly held vacant.

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So @deva-26, a little someone told me to keep them updated on a self-indulgent fic about a certain character I was going to work on...

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Just... wow.

If you write for him, could I ask for Sir Crocodile who is absolutely WHIPPED for reader? I loveee when he’s portrayed as a hopeless romantic for his partner and it’s even better when reader is the same way towards him ♡ sort of like Mortica and Gomez ^^ (I’m not normal about him I’m sorry LMAOWJDB)

           苦⠀⠀⠀℘𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌⠀𝐞⠀⸺⠀𝒮ilenci̲o̲s⠀⠀٫

Pairings. Sir crocodile x fem!reader

summary. Whipped

— (a/n): i am so so super excited for that request, in fact I was waiting for crocodile for so long but got no idea.

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— He is devoted, not desperate.

Crocodile does not chase love—he does not stumble over himself to prove his worth, nor does he fall into the reckless behaviors of men who do not understand the meaning of control. He is not a man ruled by whims, yet when it comes to you, something inside him changes. He does not worship as poets or fools do; rather, he loves you as a man who fully understands what he owns. His love is deliberate, a silent force that weaves itself into your life without request, without question. He is not a beggar at the altar of your love—he is the altar itself, the ground upon which your love is built. His devotion is not a weakness; it is a law—unspoken, absolute, and completely unbreakable.

— Actions over words.

Crocodile is not a man who speaks in vain, nor does he waste his time on great declarations. Words are cheap. He has been a man of power for a very long time to believe in beautiful phrases and fleeting emotions. What he truly believes in is consistency. A gloved hand touching yours—not by accident, but because he wants to feel your presence. The way he ensures you walk on the safe side of the street, a silent habit that has become part of his nature. He watches over you not because he doubts your strength, but because the idea of something happening to you is not a possibility he can accept. Loyalty is not something he gives easily. But you? You hold his loyalty in a way no one else does, and even if he never says it out loud, you will know. You will always know.

— He indulges you—but only you.

Crocodile has no patience for fools. His subordinates know well not to waste his time, and he rarely engages in unnecessary conversations. But with you? His attention is yours alone. It does not matter if you are talking about something important or simply enjoying the sound of your own voice—he listens. He listens in a way that seems indifferent, reclining with a cigar in hand, occasionally letting out a hum or a low chuckle, but he does not miss a thing. He notices every change in your tone, every glance, every small smile that tugs at your lips. And when you turn to him expecting a reaction, he meets your gaze with that same knowing look—because of course he was listening. He remembers details no one else notices and indulges your whims in ways that are so subtle yet so profound that you do not realize how much he spoils you until you think about it.

— The little things he does to take care of you.

If you fight, your weapons are always in perfect condition—not because you asked, but because he made sure of it. There is no spectacle in the way he takes care of you, no unnecessary words or dramatic displays. He simply does. If you forget to eat, he will not scold or argue with you—he will place a plate in front of you, and he will not take no for an answer. If you are hurt, the entire world stops until it is taken care of. His hands—so accustomed to violence—become incredibly gentle when they touch you, his gloved fingers lifting your chin to examine even the smallest wounds. He does not make a fuss, does not overreact, but the tight set of his jaw says everything. His concern is silent but suffocating, woven into the very fabric of your life.

And if someone was the cause of your pain? That is an entirely different matter.

— His temper is controlled, but his rage is not.

Crocodile is not a man who acts on reckless emotion. He does not explode, does not waste his energy on unnecessary outbursts. His anger is quiet, cold, and patient. One glance from him can freeze a man where he stands, and a slow drag of his cigar is the only sign that he is deciding how to handle the situation. If someone hurts you—physically or emotionally—they will not know the moment they sealed their fate. There will be no warning. No second chances.

— He does not threaten. He does not need to.

Instead, things simply happen. Business partners disappear. “Accidents” occur. A man who dared to speak ill of you suddenly finds himself without allies, his empire crumbling beneath him. Revenge for him is easy, simple, effortless. He does not just remove problems—he erases them from existence as if they were never worth acknowledging in the first place.

And you? You do not even need to ask. By the time you mention the offense, it has already been dealt with.

— When he expresses his affection, it is with purpose.

Crocodile is not a man who wastes words. He does not say things he does not mean, and he certainly does not indulge in flowery phrases. But when he speaks to you, when his words are slow and measured, laced with something meant only for you—they carry weight.

“You are the only one who matters.”

Said in the dead of night, when the world is silent and his walls are at their lowest. His voice is rough, weary, but certain.

“I do not trust easily. You know that.”

A simple sentence, but the meaning behind it is undeniable.

And when he says “I love you”—on the rare occasions he does—it is never empty. Never casual. It is a statement, a fact, as unshakable as the empire he has built.

— He lets you in—truly in.

No one sees him as you do. No one sees past the Warlord, the businessman, the criminal. No one else knows what his silence truly means, what lingers behind those sharp amber eyes when no one else is looking. He is a man who does not trust, a man who has built his entire life on control, on keeping people at a distance.

— But you? You are different.

You see the rare moments when he is unguarded, when his head tilts back, eyes closed, exhaling a long breath as the tension drains from his body. When his hand—always gloved, always composed—finds its way to your waist, gripping just enough to remind himself that you are real. When he allows himself to sleep beside you, something he never does unless he is completely at ease.

To the world, he is untouchable. But to you? He is simply yours.

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So, I very recently got into One Piece for the third time because of the Donquixote brothers.

However.

The man they call Sir Crocodile has taken over in a mere day, and now, he's all I can think about to the point of wanting to write a VERY self-indulgent fic that is VERY spicy.

Help me.

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I can write after months of sitting and running behind my ass and then take a whole year just for the damn title and summary before going back into the thousand year writer's block slumber.

At least I got something out ☺️

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

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I feel a little less of a reader when I can't understand big words 😞

stop using big words in fics i’m a dummy

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Began watching Cory's Finding Frankie gameplay and Frankie reminded me of Choo-Choo Charles. Now, imagine this. Choo-Choo Charles paired with Frankie.

Nightmare fuel.