#i got the inspiration...should i continue it?

[inseobts]

When the Sea Gives You Tangerines

shanks x fem!reader

after years spent loving each other you have many stories to tell to the strawhats.

words count: 2.2k

a/n: I got inspired by the kdrama When Life Gives You Tangerines, I just hope it didn't come out too cringy honestly...

tags: childhood friends, storytelling, bickering, comfort, fluff

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The fire’s warm. The moon hangs heavy above the ship.

Luffy leans back, arms behind his head, grinning “So, how’d you two end up together anyway?”

You blink “Us?”

Shanks smirks, sitting beside you on a crate “You wanna tell it, or should I?”

“Like hell I’m letting you tell it.” you mutter.

Nami leans in, curious. Sanji pours wine for Robin. Zoro pretends he’s not listening. Even Usopp’s wide-eyed. They’ve heard of Shanks the Yonko, but they never thought they’d hear him laughing like this.

You sigh “It started when we were kids.”

“She hated me.” Shanks says.

You shoot him a look “I ignored you.”

“Same thing.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“She’d walk past me every day like I was just a chair.”

“You sat like one. On the dock. All day.”

“I was watching the sea! I was thoughtful.”

“You were stupid.”

Shanks grins at the crew “See? True love.”

They laugh. You roll your eyes.

You look down at your hands “We were kids in the same village. I liked books. He liked trouble.”

“She liked pretending she didn’t care.” he adds.

“I didn’t.”

“You still don’t.” he teases.

Your voice softens “He followed me everywhere.”

Shanks turns to the crew “Everywhere.”

You smack his arm “Stop making it weird.”

He grins “I’m just saying. If she climbed a tree, I climbed it. If she stole an apple, I stole two.”

“And got caught.”

“I let them catch me so that they wouldn't catch you.”

You scoff “You cried.”

“I was seven!”

Everyone laughs again, but this time it fades slower.

You rest your chin on your hand “We grew up. He left first. Said the sea was calling. I said ‘Good. Don’t come back’.”

“But I did.” he says. Quiet now.

“You always did.” you say.

There’s a pause. The kind that only happens when people are listening too hard.

Nami’s voice breaks the silence “But when did you fall in love?”

You look at Shanks. He’s already looking at you.

You shrug “I don’t know. Maybe when he stopped being an idiot.”

“So never.” Luffy says.

Shanks chuckles “I knew before she did. I was always waiting.”

You swallow. Your voice is barely a whisper “I was afraid.”

“Why?” Luffy asks.

“Because he was everything I didn’t want to need.”

Shanks leans back, watching the fire “And I was just waiting for her to look at me the way I looked at her.”

Zoro snorts “That’s depressing.”

Robin smiles “It’s real.”

You toss a tangerine at Shanks. He catches it, grinning.

“You’re still annoying.” you say.

“And you still love me.” he says.

You don’t answer but you don’t deny it, either.

You throw another tangerine at Luffy. He dodges it, laughing with his mouth wide open.

“Why are you asking so many questions, huh?” you say, pointing at him “You’ve heard this story a million times.”

Luffy shrugs, still grinning “Because I love it!”

You squint at him “You didn’t even listen the first hundred times.”

“Yeah, but I remember all of it now,” he says “When I was a kid, I used to look up at Shanks like he was the sun. Strong. Loud. Impossible.”

Shanks rubs the back of his neck “Don’t make me sound too cool.”

“But when he was with you,” Luffy continues, softer now, “or talking about you… he changed.”

You blink. The fire crackles again.

“It was like you were his captain.” Luffy says.

Everyone goes quiet. Zoro pauses mid-drink. Nami watches you closely. Robin’s smile grows just a little.

Shanks doesn’t look at you. Not yet.

Luffy’s voice drops “And that always made me feel like… maybe the Shanks everyone fears... wasn’t that scary after all.”

Shanks finally glances at you. There’s no teasing in his eyes now.

You don’t know what to say to that.

Because it’s true. All those years he was off sailing, getting stronger, louder, more famous... he’d write to you like nothing had changed. Like he was still that barefoot boy chasing after you in the mud.

You hated those letters. You kept every single one.

“He never stops talking about you.” Luffy adds.

Shanks groans “Luffy—”

“No, really! He’d be telling us about a fight or a treasure, and then... bam ‘That reminds me of her’ or, ‘She would’ve laughed at that’ or—”

“Luffy!” Shanks throws a cork at his head.

You hide a smile behind your hand.

“So,” Sanji says, leaning forward, “who confessed first?”

You and Shanks speak at the same time:

“He did.”

“She did.”

The crew erupts.

“What?!”

“Liar!”

You point at him “You kissed me first. And you were obvious since you were 6.”

“Yeah, but you said it first.” he counters.

“Only because you were dying.”

“I wasn’t dying!”

“You had a spear in your shoulder!”

“A tiny spear.”

“You fainted.”

“I was tired!”

Nami shakes her head “You two are a mess.”

Robin sips her wine “A beautiful mess.”

Luffy lies back on the deck, hands behind his head again “I just knew you two would end up like this.”

“You weren't even there... But yeah,” you say quietly as you look at Shanks, and he’s already watching you “I think deep down… I always knew too.”

“So you didn’t join Shanks on the sea from the start?” Usopp asks, still wide-eyed like he’s listening to a bedtime story.

You snort “No. I didn’t want to.”

“She followed me anyway.” Shanks says, puffing his chest like a proud idiot.

You roll your eyes “I studied. For years. Maps. Languages. History. Ship mechanics. All of it. I worked harder than anyone.”

Robin tilts her head “So you could sail?”

You pause “So I could stand next to him without being a burden.”

Shanks turns to you, slower now, like he doesn’t want to ruin the moment “You never told me that.”

You pick at the edge of your sleeve “Yeah, well. You never shut up long enough to hear it.”

The crew laughs, but it’s gentler now.

“You know what’s funny?” you say, turning back to Luffy “The first time I met you, you looked at me like I was your mom and Shanks used to make fun of me.”

“What?” Luffy blinks.“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did,” you say “You followed me around, asked if I had snacks, and called me ‘Miss Cool Pirate Lady’ for three days.”

Shanks throws his head back, laughing “I remember that!”

“You sat in the corner and drew me with a sword,” you add “And then said I was cooler than Shanks. And you called me mom by mistakes multiple times.”

“I WAS FIVE!” Luffy yells, red in the face now.

You smirk “Still true though.”

Shanks puts a hand over his heart “He used to blush like crazy everytime he realised he called you mom.”

There’s a quiet moment as the waves lap softly against the ship.

“Going back to that question... I didn’t plan to go to sea at first,” you admit “I wanted a small, quiet life.”

Shanks smiles, listening.

“But then he left,” you say, eyes on the stars “And I couldn’t stop wondering if he’d die without me.”

“That’s romantic,” Sanji says, dreamily.

“No,” you shake your head “That’s just the truth.”

“I didn’t ask you to come.” Shanks says softly.

“No,” you nod “You didn’t have to.”

You turn back to the Straw Hats “I joined the crew two years after he left. I showed up with a packed bag and told Benn, ‘Don’t make a big deal’.”

“And I immediately made a big deal.” Shanks grins.

“You tripped running down the dock.”

“I was moved, okay?”

“You fell into a crate of bananas.”

“It was an emotional day!”

Everyone’s laughing again. The air is full of warmth now, wine and fire and stories wrapped around the mast like wind.

Luffy lies on the floor of the Sunny, staring up at the sails “You two were the first people I ever saw who felt like family.”

You go still.

He says it so easily, like it’s always been true.

“I didn’t understand it then,” Luffy goes on, “but… when you were together, it felt safe. Not boring. Just… safe. Like home.”

You glance at Shanks. He’s not smiling now, not in the big, cocky way. This one’s smaller. Quieter. Like he can barely hold it.

“I guess I raised two idiots” you mutter, wiping your nose.

“You did,” Shanks says “And somehow, we both turned out okay.”

“Debatable.”

He bumps his shoulder against yours “Speak for yourself. I’m perfect.”

“You’re loud.”

“You love it.”

You don’t answer.

You just lean into him, just enough.

Luffy’s snoring now. Flat on his back, mouth open, arms spread like he owns the whole ship.

You nudge him with your toe. Nothing. Just louder snoring.

“I guess storytime’s over.” you say, standing and brushing off your pants.

Shanks stretches, groaning a little too dramatically “Guess that’s our cue to go.”

“Yeah,” you nod, already turning to leave “Let’s let the kids sleep.”

“Wait—WAIT.” Nami’s voice cuts through the quiet.

You freeze “What?”

“You’re not leaving yet,” she says, standing with her hands on her hips “You haven’t told us the best part.”

You sigh “Oh no.”

“How did he propose?” she grins.

“Oh no...” you repeat.

Usopp leans forward “Did he cry?”

Sanji fans himself “Was it romantic?”

Chopper is bouncing now “Did you say yes right away?!”

Franky still crying over your romantic stories.

Robin smiles “You must share. We’re invested now.”

You turn slowly toward Shanks.

He looks like a man standing in front of a cannon.

“We were supposed to not to tell anyone” you whisper.

He grins sheepishly “I didn’t!… Yet.”

You groan into your hands “You’re a menace.”

“But a charming menace.” he adds, winking.

“Don’t wink at me. I’m still mad.”

You face the crew with a deep sigh.

“Fine,” you say “But it wasn’t romantic.”

“Yes it was!” Shanks says.

“No. It wasn’t.”

“I tried to make it romantic.”

“You proposed during a storm.”

“It was dramatic!”

“We were sinking.”

“That’s memorable!”

Robin’s eyes sparkle “Please continue.”

You sit back down, crossing your arms “Okay. So. We’re in the middle of this horrible storm, waves taller than the ship. I’m tying down barrels, he’s yelling commands, the usual chaos.”

“And she looks amazing.” Shanks adds.

“Drenched.” You glare at him “Hair stuck to my face, one boot missing, and I’m yelling at the crew.”

“Very commanding... and sexy...” he says dreamily.

“And then,” you continue, ignoring him, “this idiot climbs the main mast with a ring in his mouth.”

Gasps around the fire.

“You didn’t...” Nami whispers.

“I did.” Shanks says proudly.

“And he screams... screams ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME?!’ while lightning is literally striking the ocean behind him.”

“You said yes.” he grins.

“I said, ‘GET DOWN BEFORE YOU DIE, YOU LUNATIC!’”

Robin is laughing quietly now. Chopper is wide-eyed. Usopp is trying not to cry while Franky is bawling.

Sanji puts a hand on his heart “That’s the most pirate thing I’ve ever heard.”

Zoro raises a brow “So when did you actually say yes?”

You sigh “Two days later. Calm seas. Clear skies. I was brushing my hair.”

“She just looks at me and goes, ‘I guess I’m stuck with you now’.”

“And then I threw the ring at him.” you say.

“You missed.”

“I aimed for your face.”

Everyone laughs again. The fire’s burning lower now, but no one wants to move.

Shanks wraps an arm around your shoulders, casual. Warm.

“And you still married me.” he says.

You glance up at him.

“You forgot the ring at the wedding.”

“It was in my other coat!”

“You don’t have another coat.”

“Exactly.”

You sigh, shaking your head, but you’re smiling now. Soft. Quiet. Real.

“He’s a disaster.” you say.

“She’s the reason I survive it.”

The fire’s nothing but glowing coals now.

Luffy’s curled up like a kid. Most of the Straw Hats are asleep, heads resting on arms, backs against barrels, dreams thick in the night air.

You and Shanks sit side by side, knees almost touching.

He’s quiet now. Not laughing. Just watching the waves.

You look out too.

Then he says, softly, “You never really wanted this life.”

You don’t look at him “I didn’t.”

“You wanted quiet.”

You nod “I wanted peace. Soft mornings.”

“And you got storms. Blood. Chaos.”

You smile, just a little “And you.”

He swallows “Sorry.”

You shake your head “Don’t be. I said yes.”

Shanks looks at you “Even after everything?”

You finally meet his eyes “Especially after everything.”

The ship rocks gently.

“You know,” you whisper, “when we were young, I thought you were the kind of boy who would burn the world just to see what was under it.”

“I was.” he says.

“And I thought I’d spend my life trying to stop you.”

He smiles faintly “Did you?”

“No,” you say “I ended up helping you light the match.”

You both laugh, soft and low.

You reach into your coat pocket and pull out a candy.

Shanks raises an eyebrow “You still carry those?”

“I always do, they're my favourite.” you say. You hand it to him.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything. He just leans into you, warm and steady.

And in the quiet, in the dark, with the sea all around you and stars blinking like old friends overhead, you think:

No, I didn’t get the life I planned. But I got the one I chose.

And more importantly, I got him.

[darkpolicepsycho]

Fan art for @vylantrophi because I want

Arts(fan arts):

Another version (night version? light?):

Speedpaint:

A little closer:

A little closer again:

🪴 . . .

So.. A few words from me.

I had this idea a month ago (or more). @vylantrophi created a test of who you are from this au, and at first I got April, and then Casey, after which I said I would draw them..

. . .

So I drew them..

. . .

I take this opportunity to say that I think your work is cool and the universe itself is interesting. I wish you to continue to promote your own ideas and gain more confidence. You’re amazing, know that. You inspire me (know this too).

(I'm talking without stickers, so you know that I’m serious🫵)

🪴 . . .

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening, and I'm going to die because I've been edited this for 2 days and my arm is falling off.

(I decided to draw in your style because I thought it would be an interesting and fun challenge... I was wrong... I have no idea how you draw Casey’s hair, so next time I’ll draw him bald✌.)

(I also added a hockey stick to him, but Idk if he uses it in this au. I’m sorry for that🫰)

(Also, the video was 12 minutes long even in accelerated mode, so I had to speed it up even more)

(Lol, I also have photos of separate backgrounds, I know it’s cool, but Idk if I should post them here)

🪴 . . .

(And I also lost the reference, I know, I'm awesome)

🪴 . . .

Songs for the video ( In the order of appearance in the video):

[lovejongseob]

dancer gf hcs..? i’m back >:3

Soul x Dancer Reader

Hi again !! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy !!

Soul's eyes are always on you, but even more so when you're dancing. He has so much respect and genuine adoration for your style, he would watch you practice and/or preform as much as he could. He struggles putting it into words, but he feels a personal sense of inspiration and love when watching you dance. He looks through any videos of you dancing multiple times, and would ask if he can record you so he can watch it again later. Honestly, he really admires your talent so much.

He's usually on the quiet side, but you find him talking much more when you bring up dancing. He would spend hours just conversing about different techniques, studio stories, and so much more, but keeps in mind you both have schedules. He's listening intently to everything you tell him about your day, but he gets a starry look in his eyes when you mention what you worked on with dance. You can tell Soul cares about everything you have to say, but has a possible hyper fixation on dancing.

Absolutely loves stretching with you when the chance arrives. Soul is lively, trying to make you laugh with faces, making a variety of noises, and telling you fun facts about planets you've never heard of. You aren't totally sure if they're real, but he makes you smile nonetheless. Asking if you need anything, or any help, but if you're alright on your own, he totally loves just staring you down while you warm up. Please remind him he needs to be doing so as well, or, you could also tease him a bit.

Soul is extremely empathetic to those he cares about, but he takes on a particularly nurturing roll whenever you're injured. He'd notice almost instantly, and there wouldn't be any hiding from him. Sitting you on the nearest surface and inspecting where you're hurt, and is immediately getting you to proper help if its serious. If its something you can fix up there, you'll get to see him kneeling before you, occasionally looking up at you from where he's wrapping tape around the injury.

Always seems to have an extra pair of knee pads for you, even if you aren't a forgetful person. Patiently waiting for the day he can slide into your space, and magically have what you need. Soul unintentionally does this quite a bit in your personal lives, but is eager to somewhat impress you here as well. If you do happen to be more forgetful, or when natural mistakes happen, he's quickly there for you with backups.

He dances at you? He'll start freestyling, and getting closer to you as he goes on. It seems like he's approaching you more rapidly as he continues, and though he expects you to dance with him, you almost feel like you should run. Extremely expressive, giving you a few flirty looks and maybe even winks. Its oddly endearing in his own way.

Occasionally, Soul will sing while you dance. He's a bit shy, but he finds it incredibly intimate, and loves your movements. He relaxes when his eyes are on you, and finds himself getting more confident as you continue. Ecstatic if you ever learn the dance to a Japanese song, and you hear him sing in a way you haven't before. Feels a little lightheaded in a blissful way. If you specialize in Japanese dance or music, he asks to do this more often.

tape ? maybe ? im not gonna lie i have NO idea what im talking about. im not a dancer and i know no dancers. i looked up day in the life of a dancer yt vlogs and just got to work. forgot what else i was gonna say lmao. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy !!

[dailyblooky]

daily blooky: i won't forget

spoilers for the ending of deltarune chapter 3 continues from definitely illegal

inspired loosely by this lovely art by brokenclockgears

"Kris is going to seal the fountain now, so you won't have to wait long... I'm so sorry you got caught up in all this, officer."

Napstablook nodded silently. Though they didn't completely understand the young boy's words, they knew just from glancing at the pulsating pillar of darkness that it was very important, and they should very much not interfere.

They quietly got themself out of the way. From here, the expanse of white was a lot clearer. They scanned the scene—piles of... snow...? stretched to the horizons, with a door somewhere in the distance.

As they looked, something brightly-colored caught their eye.

Buried in the snow was a tall, person-shaped figure—probably about three times their height—lain haplessly like a discarded toy. Despite its size, they could've missed it if they weren't looking. A casualty from the earlier fight, maybe? They felt a pang of sadness... even the three teens, preoccupied with "sealing the fountain", didn't seem to be paying it any mind.

They floated over, taking a closer look.

It was dressed smartly with a bright red tailcoat—once carefully pressed, but now rumpled—and equally bright yellow tie, both made slightly damp by the snow. Its head was a bulky television, its screen cracked and displaying only a color test.

"hello...?"

There was a lingering silence before they heard a crackly voice, like it was fighting to be heard.

"H-hello? Can you... hear me?"

"yes...? yes i can... are you okay"

"I..."

A glitchy noise, something like air sucked through teeth.

"No... I can't move."

It was then when they noticed the figure had no arms, with severed wires jutting out of its shoulders.

They laid down next to the figure, their cop hat falling to the ground. Any thoughts about the legality of dismemberment were pushed aside, overtaken by their empathy.

The sound of a speaker crackling, again. "I can't... see."

"oh... that's okay... i'll, um," They didn't know how much time they had left here (wherever "here" was), nor did they know what "not long" entailed, but they didn't want to leave someone alone in a situation like this—lying on the ground, like garbage. How familiar. "i don't know how long i can, but i'll stay here with you, if that's fine..."

The voice didn't protest, which they assumed was a yes.

The familiar darkness seemed to stretch far upwards as well, with no ceiling or stars in sight. It was decisively notrelaxing.

The voice sputtered a bit, indecipherable.

"what was that?"

"It hurts."

"...oh......"

They didn't know what to say—no words could make the pain disappear, they knew.

"i'm so sorry..."

"It's... I'm..." the voice started, before being interrupted by a sharp, static noise—something like a sigh.

"hm...?"

"... scared. I'm scared," the words were laced with guilt like it was an admission to a crime.

"that's okay..." Napstablook rolled closer, hoping to provide some comfort, even if they couldn't be seen or felt. "i hope you'll be okay"

Silence. No, that wasn't good enough.

"i know you'll be okay"

A short ring of feedback.

"You mean it?"

"... yeah"

A long pause.

"The name's, uh"—The voice crackled and glitched, as if looking for any semblance of composure—"Tenna. If you... if you wanted to know that."

"tenna... okay, i won't forget"

A sound like a choked-back sob.

"Thank you..."

[qoldenskies]

Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi

um huhhhh?????

sorry. So I just read Coming Undone and AGDHJAKQKAKZJSKAKAOSOXKJSKA. Basically. So I guess my question is: how long have been writing for the fandom or just writing in general? Because that is some SKILL, my guy. Like. Huhhh???? Why you gotta craft the most beautiful, well paced, and some how plot centered around one happening with 3 distinctive parts that are well balanced and very nourishing to my angst craving soul??? And the length?? AAAGGGHHHHH

HOW DO YOU DO IT??? HOW DO YOU MANAGE PULL OUT BANGERS TIME AND TIME AGAIN??? WHAT LED YOU TO BEING SO SKILLED IN THE WHUMP?? HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR POPCORN???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Just. Wow. You deserve so much love my guy. All the work and effort. Geeeez. Props honestly.

thank you for writing ^v^

HEEHEHE THANK YOU ;~; and i've been writing my whole life!!! somewhere out there exists files of things i wrote when i was like 6 or 7 years old on my grandma's computer before i even had internet access ... honestly i may have been doing it seriously even longer than drawing, it's always been my Thing teehee

but i started writing for rise in june 2024! im a newbie

[eggroll-sama]

Beauty and the Beast x JOJO AU

Imagine Fugio, but Beauty and the Beast. Fugo was cursed by the Enchantress for his awful temper and selfish attitude, and all his servants- Bucciarati, Narancia, Abbacchio, and Mista- turn into objects around the castle. His curse will only lift when he falls in love. Full of self-loathing and anger, the Beast locks himself up in the castle for years.

And then there’s Giorno. Giorno is peculiar to all the townspeople, his nose stuck in a biology book and not really fitting in with the rest because of his race, looks, and love for science. Giorno lives with his old and only father, Johnathan, an Archeologist trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople believe that both of them are crazy loons, but the father and son ignore it, finding solace in each other and talking about their daily discoveries. Of the townspeople there is only one who is interested with Giorno, Diavolo (serving as the Gaston of this AU), but unlike the original Gaston, he is interested in Giorno for his talents in agriculture. The Joestars have the most beautiful, productive farm in town, and many farmers are jealous of it. As the leader of the town, Diavolo wants to buy out the Joestars, hire Giorno and offers him large sums of money to work for him. Diavolo sees that Giorno’s talents are wasted staying with his father. However, Giorno despises Diavolo and sees that he’s a selfish man. He treats his workers poorly and gives them below minimum wage. He refuses to work for him. There is also his father, Johnathan, that is getting old. He wants to take care of him.

One day, his father Johnathan leaves out of town and doesn’t come back. Giorno goes to find him, locked up in a castle’s dungeon. This is where he meets a terrifying creature in the shadows, glowing yellow eyes, salivating, tall, and cloaked. Giorno tries to stay level-headed even though he’s scared, and makes a deal with the Beast that he’ll take his father’s place as a prisoner. He sacrifices his dream of exploring the world to save the one thing more important than his dream: Johnathan. Fugo is moved by Giorno’s selfless heart, and also sees the potential in using Giorno to break the curse before his 21st birthday. He agrees to let Johnathan go in exchange for Giorno…

[brutal-out-here]

God I freaking hate sirens

[marinecorvid]

blorbos from my brain

[summer-sapphic]

Hi I'm mad

[tokopng]

i think everyone should draw their sonas with the bindle

[hauntingblue]

Hiyori is the most effective person to complete their kill so far

[gnzma]

[ i could say GO AND PLAY FEAR AND HUNGER NOW but

do i. want you guys to go through that ]

[kuppakohee]

Been on a Kuro brainrot so 🫠

[handcat]

back to the dating app 🚶

[censoredmuse]

little writing things: when you're about to finish writing a scene between two characters and you're happy with it but then a third character that's not even mentioned in the scene kicks down your fuckin door like "what up i'm late but here i am we're just gettin' started, bitches"

being held hostage by my own fuckin' character here...i was gonna be done within 100 words but now i'm 500+ more words in with no finish line in sight

[obligatory-name-change]

have finished scott pilgrim takes off!!! i have many thoughts