#help i love my new blorbos so much i'm not ready for the game to end

[garmmy]

soul hackers 2 scribbles part 2

[sordidmusings]

WIP TUESDAY - Sugar Daddy Headcanons with Shanks and Garp

Saw Schoute's wonderful art WIP and writing and wanted to join the fun! Have some ridiculous Blorbos as Sugar Daddies headcanons that have been on my backburner LOL I've got Shanks and Garp ready for y'all 🫡 They're pretty much done, I moreso have to fill out everyone else on the list 🤡 No warnings really! Just some allusions to spice but nothing explicit. Lots of silliness. I believe they're gender neutral but I'm going to tag as afab just in case because I fear it may be in the subtext since that's the perspective I wrote it from and the one people generally expect for sugar babies. Might be fun to subvert sometime by writing them with explicitly amab sugar babies. I will Ponder lol I'd also love to see what everyone is working on so please take this as a sign to post something of your own!!

The song I blame for everything (I love u Thot Squad):

“This fine old man, he played three

He can knickknack this coochie

With an Amex black card, get a girl a Benz

Reset and do it again”

Word Count: Shanks ~750, Garp ~400 (sorry about the favoritism Vice Admiral 😬)

Shanks

shanks absolutely pursued this type of relationship with you

Your pretty face and open smile snagged his attention but the way you easily met and fed his energy had him at you like a dog with a bone

He’s no stranger to helping people laugh their way into his bed, but the journey with you felt different. He took extra time simply because each moment with you was too good to keep from savoring

You didn’t hide your attraction at any point but he did appreciate that you would try and prod back at him in good humor to test his will and want

You found he had both in excessive abundance

It felt nice to have someone so attractive, established, feared, and adored seek your company and watch him become more interested with each minute he got of you. It also felt nice to see that while he certainly had an abundance of confidence he held no arrogance with you - he played no games in making you question his interest or to assert his importance to you. He treated you as a person (one he mainly wanted to turn to his bedroom tenant but still-) and it made him feel more like a man than a myth for you both too

And holy hell did you like that man - he made you laugh even if at his own expense, he impressed you when he’d let some of his cunning slip through the jovial pirate shtick, he kept your interest with how he could entertain any topic you brought forward, he made you feel beautiful with the way his eyes and hands soaked you in, and he made you feel wanted with the way he treated everything about you with genuine interest. 

The only thing that made it better is how he made sure you wanted for nothing. The first night it was making sure you didn’t pay a cent for anything, you always had food and drink right before you realized you wanted it, his coat found your shoulders the moment you felt a chill, you found yourself in fresh air right when the heat and the noise of the bar became too much. 

After that it was an endless stream of trinkets, from priceless to silly but sentimental, all coming with letters that had you laughing, blushing, and swooning.

Every time he’d visit you (and it was at first as often as he thought he could manage but that managed to get even sooner and sooner because of his need for you) you’d indulge in each other like it was the first and last time

He stopped wanting anyone else - there were enough people across the seas he had to apologize to after explaining why he’d gasped the wrong name and they were never right to scratch the new insatiable itch he had anyway

When it dawned on him how much you had him wrapped around your finger, not just physically and financially but also mentally, emotionally, and he’s pretty sure even spiritually, he may have had a crisis (the crew was very torn between amusement and true wory watching it unfold, especially when the usual rum and patented Beckman Shoulder Pat with Nod didn't ease his turmoil)

It wasn't because he didn’t want to love you, but he truly never thought he’d ever find someone he wanted and needed the way he does you. It was such a foreign concept to him that he felt like the world had tilted and left everything slightly unfamiliar. Especially coming from a relationship he stapled together with riches. Sure, there was also joy, camaraderie, and intimacy holding it together, but he found it harder to trust that someone such as you wouldn't find someone younger and more present to belong to than to trust that you could need him to sustain a lifestyle of ease and abundance.

If he couldn't be sure you'd want him, he'd try and find solace in you needing him, even if it was only for what he could afford you

When he finally told Beckman of his plight, he was slightly offended by the “it took you this long to figure it out?”

He’s currently trying to figure out how to convince you to live on his ship with him. He needed to let you know you’d be safe regardless of your experience level with the seas or battle. 

He’d bring the world to its knees if anything touched a hair on your head

Luckily for him, you knew. Anyone with eyes would from the way he smiles at you.

Garp

Garp was decidedly not in your plans. Yes, you wanted someone older, someone with wealth, someone with influence, someone who would take care of you, but you thought Gilfs were an urban legend told to see what face it would get out of freshies

You’re not complaining tho

He has certainly convinced you that the rarity of his kind just pointed to what a prized role it was to shack up with one

He was rough around the edges to be sure - brash and loud and stubborn - but he used all those traits to get you both exactly what you wanted

All your needs were met without you having to even think of them anymore (you were surprised that needs in the bedroom were included in that, but you supposed you shouldn’t have underestimated a man who could still punch apart battle ships, nor one with such a lust for eating)

Neither of you had any illusions of sweeping romance

You were more than happy with the care and respect that built between the two of you in your roles, growing with each act of service to each other, each piece of comfort, each unintended moment of vulnerability

Don’t get me wrong, the vulnerability ain’t common; most of your time is this man having fun watching you light up when he took you out and tossed his money around for you before taking you home to have multiple courses of dessert

You’ll never get over his gruff voice and curling accent - they helped your brain turn to mush while he coaxed and praised you through happily giving him everything he wants as a thank you for all his care

That voice along with all that burliness and age, which you thought would’ve been a turn off not on, ended up making you feel small yet so protected

Garp didn’t think he’d enter a relationship like this that went on so long and so easily but any reservation or second guessing was lost the moment he saw you and everything just felt natural

Tho he’d still make jokes that always make you groan about how you keep him young better than his troublesome recruits (that he is stuck between wanting to parade you around to see their jaws drop and wanting to keep you hidden away from any young bucks who may try to get your attention before he’s ready to let you go)

Thank you for reading 😘🤍🤍

Masterlist

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If it’s okay for me to ask what were your inspirations when creating mizuiro?

Ok, first of all, you're totally allowed to ask! Secondly, I don't think you're ready for my weaboo answer. I'm sorry in advace HAHA. I was 13 when I decided to join a Bleach Roleplaying Forum. (Yes you read that right.) I created a character, Mizuiro, who was a Shinigami. She was depressive and shy. Her sword had the power to choke people to death. It was something like "Choke, Chinmôku" (meaning "silence"). She was very dramatic HAHA. Her first design was based off Youmu Konpaku from the game Touhou. To this day… I still haven't played or don't know anything about Touhou (lol sorry). Using Gimp back then, I colored her hair pale blue because I thought it could be cool to have a whole theme with her name, Hasu Mizuiro, meaning "Pale blue lotus". I knew there was someone called Mizuiro in the Bleach series already, but I guess I didn't care oops.

She stayed my muse for so many years, because I, too, struggled with depression for a long time. She was an escape to my emotions, I guess. During my late teenage years, I began writing with her with some friends of mine. Again, I was at a very bad place in my life. Mizuiro helped me a lot. Over the years, she kept some of her main traits : Melancholic and calm. I also developped new ones for her, like being curious to the core, creative and a daydreamer. At first, I got a lot of inspiration from my intense feelings and many expressions using the word "blue" (ie : Why so blue?; Once in a blue moon; Feeling blue; etc) During the pandemic, I began writing with her again- as an escape. (There is a pattern here, see.) I always loved the Vaporwave/Synthwave aesthetic and music. During those years, it kept me calm. I decided I would associate this type of music with her, mostly because it explores themes of escape and half-lucid dreams. In 2020, I had a lot of time and got inspiration from this music. I finally found the courage to publish some of my writings online. Because of ~life~ and how busy I am, I concentrated my energy on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003) universe. It was both because I never stopped being obsessed with it and because it was better for me to focus on one coherent backstory instead of different projects. Since then, I was introduced to an online TMNT fan community and people were actually reading what I published. My main writing project with her is Space Echoes. Since I began posting, I received many drawings of her [HERE] and I'm incredibly grateful for these. The TMNT community is amazing, and every time someone reads about her or my story, it makes me teary-eyed. Honestly, I wasn't expecting any of this love. I can't express how happy it makes me that my blorbo is getting so much attention, even though I am not very quick in my writing. ;__; Here's a recent drawing of her by my friend, @sassatello. I can't thank the community enough for the support it gave me over the recent years. Mizuiro keeps evolving and it makes me want to keep going.

Thank you so much, Anon! This ask also means the world. 💙