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They are literally that couple 🍷

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Are you loyal?

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She wants me to heel

art by @saexy

Hard launching Olimarq. Yall knew it was coming sigh... Anywho thank you to my baby Zennie who fucking KILLED ITTTTTTT with this GORGEOUSSSSSSSS art oh my goddddd. I have never looked so good in my life. Also Ollie looks so good im literally ripping the skin from fist as we speak. Anyway cheers to the messiness but so so love filled adventure that is olimarq.

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“but, when he kisses you for the first time, he swears he can taste the next sixty years of his life tucked somewhere in the ridges behind your teeth, every lazy morning painted across the warmth of your lips, every midnight dance cadenced in the rhythm of your slightly uneven breaths.”

HOLY SHITTTTTT the way i am sitting here literally speechless

shut up tho not you turning playboy!oliver into the world's biggest, soggiest simp man ever. not him having gone through some shit and thinking that "true love" isn't real so why shouldn't he have a little fun, but then in you sweep, and you don't even see him like that, not at first. but sweet god, does he want you.

he thinks it's a conquest thing, thinks that you'll fall to his charms just like every other girl (and a good number of guys) has and he'll move right the fuck on like he always has, but you don't. and you don't.

it isn't till you call him out on his bullshit that he realizes what he's doing -- chasing after sandcastles and ice sculptures because the pain of loss is so familiar he's started to call it friend.

and at first he hates it, hates knowing that you know, seeing how you see him for who he is instead of this porcelain facade he's spent his whole life painting. a face he barely even recognizes in the mirror every morning.

but, when he kisses you for the first time, he swears he can taste the next sixty years of his life tucked somewhere in the ridges behind your teeth, every lazy morning painted across the warmth of your lips, every midnight dance cadenced in the rhythm of your slightly uneven breaths. he wonders, briefly, how he could've ever scorned something like this, how he could've doubted when this is the one thing, the only thing -- the still-point of his turning universe.

the media has a field day when he posts as pic of him and you, posed in the mirror, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist, your face hidden in the crook of his neck, that signature lazy smirk slung across his lips. but the caption is marked different from anything he's ever posted of his various escapades and hookups before (all those posts also disappear sometime within a 48hr span, causing even more speculation), just a single word --

yours.

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I really hate that banana fish got this reputation of "the anime that will make you cry" bc I think it's made some people watch it and go "that was sad fuck the author" instead of like thinking about the political commentary and themes of the work and why certain story choices would be made. Obviously no one has to think that deeply about a show, but I wish that people wouldn't get mad about something making them feel an emotion when that was the entire point.

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doodles of this new bunny guy, he seems silly 😼

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cw: hurt/comfort. reader is part of the straw hat crew and in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Perhaps it shouldn’t have taken up to this moment to realize how deep Luffy’s feelings run for you, but in the split second where he hears the sound of your scream - a cry not truly meant for help more than surprise - and freezes in the midst of a battle, this fact is made crystal clear, enough so that concern in his eyes seems to suspend any other thought in your mind. You barely hear Zoro’s angered yell at him to concentrate, and barely notice Chopper in Kung Fu point has thrown you over his shoulder and is heading away from the fray, putting distance between the two of you and mortal danger, as fast as he can. Even the pain in your twisted ankle seems to fade to nothing as all your attention condenses to one point, to the man who is slowly becoming smaller in your vision as you gain distance, who would have turned to save you if Chopper hadn’t gotten to you first, losing his footing on crumbling rock and sinking off the side of a cliff.

You watch Sanji dive after him, your heart thumping hard in your chest, but you trust him, and most importantly, Chopper is not letting go.

—

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Zoro has yelled at you exactly zero times since you’ve joined the crew. At most, he’s been a little less enthusiastic at your jokes, and he’s generally quite patient with you, even offering to say to you once that he appreciates the fact that in some ways you “even” your captain out. He trusts your skill and usually trusts your judgment when it comes to you bringing ideas to the crew.

Which is why this moment is so particularly uncomfortable for you.

Because the fact of the matter is he’s right to be upset.

The crew has gathered up to a meeting point and is alive, thankfully, after a skirmish with a group of enemy pirates that proved a little harder to shake off despite the emperor-level strength of your crew. Luffy is sprawled out on his back on a patch of grass, and is almost fast asleep from weariness, and Zoro, while weary, is still standing before the group, with energy enough to directly confront you. 

Your simple presence in the wrong place at the wrong time could have made this turn out very differently, and all because Luffy took a moment to worry about your safety.

“You had literally one job, and it was to stay the fuck out of the way. Why did you show up despite a direct order?”

“I was wor-”

“You were a distraction,” he cuts you off immediately. Your mouth opens up instinctively in protest, then closes without a sound. He’s right. You saw it, just as well as he did, maybe even better - the instant deviation in Luffy’s attention to the draw of the sound of your voice.

Chopper freezes as he finishes tying off the roll of bandage he’s wrapping around Sanji’s left arm, and Sanji, cigarette in his free hand, shakes his head.

“Lay off of her, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Shut up, cook.” Zoro replies immediately. Sanji moves to get up and physically respond, but Chopper gives him a look and he stills begrudgingly, a contained grimace on his features. Robin watches the look in Zoro’s expression carefully, but says nothing, still measuring her words.

“I didn’t mean to,” you murmur under your breath. “I’m sorry.”

Usopp tries to laugh to dispel the tension, a shaky “Hey guys, at least we’re still alive!” coming from his lips, but his half-hearted tone echoes even louder with the solemnity of the rest of the crew. 

Zoro is still angry and you are still apologetic. Franky, deciding he wants no part of this kind of tension, has started to prepare Sunny for the next leg of your journey and Brook and Jinbe similarly come to the conclusion that there is nothing else to discuss, making their way to the ship. Nami sits by your side in uncharacteristically quiet solidarity.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t fucking mean to, what matters is Luffy messed up because of you -”

“Stop it.”

Luffy’s eyes haven’t opened yet, nor has he moved, but his voice is serious enough that it’s clear that he’s heard enough.

“Whatever else you want to be mad about, just take it out on me.”

The “captain” voice. Final. Luffy shifts just enough to cover his face with his hat, himself uninterested with this conversation further, and guilt settles deep into your bones when you realize you might actually be getting away with being a nuisance.

He’s making it worse, you think, confirmed when Zoro glares at you, then glares back at him, then with obvious frustration storms off, hand on the hilt of his sword. You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch him go, your stomach turning in your belly. 

Nami squeezes your hand gently and it feels just like the squeeze in your chest when Luffy, exhausted, falls right back asleep.

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Zoro keeps his distance from you for the rest of the evening, and while you’re not exactly sure he’s really just written you off, your attempts to go clear things over feel premature, so instead of risking aggravating him further with a poorly prepared apology, you head over to the infirmary where Luffy is still resting after you’ve had dinner.

No one else is around when you slip in, but as soon as you pass the threshold, Luffy sits up. Ten to fifteen cleared bowls appear haphazardly set on the table next to him which bring a small smile to your lips. You’ve given him a little bit of freedom from your presence as well, instead of curling up beside him, a little hesitant now of taking up that space. Too much space.

He doesn’t seem to understand that as your goal, his arm extending to tug on your sleeve almost childishly when you choose to sit on a chair instead of the bed beside him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

He’s the one who’s banged up and yet he’s asking you why you’re unable to hide the furrow of your eyebrows.

“Nothing,” you say, reflexively knowing fully well he’d never fall for that lie. Instead, you pull up your knees to your chest and sigh.

“Luffy, don’t worry so much about me.”

“What do you mean? I don’t worry about you.”

You blink at his response, but he appears completely straightforward.

“You just asked me what’s wrong?”

“That’s not worrying, that’s asking a question. I want to know the answer,” he says. He reaches over and tugs again at your sleeve twice as if ringing a bell. You try to ignore it. Letting out a sigh, you perseverate.

“I mean earlier today. Zoro got mad because you worried about me. During the fight. You could have gotten hurt, and the crew hurt too.”

Luffy doesn’t say anything immediately, but his hand starts to coil around your arm like a snake and you say nothing, waiting to see exactly how far he’ll go with this. The length stops short of your shoulder for a moment, and you find yourselves in a sort of stare-off. You don’t move, and neither does he.

“I know,” he finally says.

His hand uncoils slightly and pulls back to his side. Cross-legged now on the bed, he rests his hand in his lap.

“Just to be clear, I don’t regret it even if I have to be more careful next time.”

Your arms cross over your chest, not in defiance but for comfort.

“Well you should. You’re a captain, not just someone I…” you let the word trail off, your face warming. “Anyway the point is, don’t treat me differently.”

“But you are different.”

Your eyes widen. “Weaker, you mean?”

Your voice is curt but he shrugs. “Not that much more than Nami… but that’s not the point.” He shifts, and one last gentle tug on your sleeve has you finally choose to get up and slip into the space beside him on the cot. 

“After we find the One Piece, I still want you to stay with me.”

“Luffy…”

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want everyone else to stay like this forever too… I just would understand if they want to leave and live their own lives,” he admits. It’s heavy and full of emotion even if Luffy doesn’t display it on the surface, you can feel it weighing onto your skin. Your head lowers slowly until you’re resting your head on his shoulder, and his fingers interlace with yours. 

“I think it would hurt me the most if you didn’t stay. So yes, you’re different.”

“I don’t think you can have a favorite as a captain,” you say softly.

“Then you’re my favorite as Luffy,” he says, which makes you laugh but also tear up. And yet, he still hasn’t addressed the matter at hand.

“You still can’t put others at risk because of me,” you remind him. “No matter what, I’m also capable and you need to trust me the same way you’d trust everyone else.”

He takes a deep breath, then squeezes your hand.

“Yes. But you’re not going to convince me to care about you any less.”

You look at him for clarification, and he continues.

“I told Zoro when he came by here earlier that I’ll look if you scream. Every time.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“Luffy, you can’t just-”

“Every time,” he repeats, definitively, and you grimace, knowing that you really will never change his mind. 

However, he’s not done.

“But I will trust you. And focus better. So that I don’t slip up and that no one falls, and most importantly-” he pauses, then smiles at you, before kissing your forehead, “- you don’t apologize to anyone ever again.”

His arm snakes around your waist and pulls you even closer and you’re compelled to bury your face into his chest, hugging him close. He’s real, he’s silly and difficult to reason with, and he’s yours.

“I have the right to apologize,” you say, muffled into his skin.

“Not for me loving you.”

You pause, letting his words sink in carefully. 

“So what you’re saying is I need to stay out of the way or you’ll lose focus?”

He frowns, peeling you gently off of him so he can look you in the eyes.

“What I’m saying is it’s not your fault if I lose a fight. Ever. And that you’re too important for me to not look. But I’ll be better at choosing when.”

Your heart squeezes yet again, but in a good way.

“I’ll make sure you don’t have to choose either.”

He grins, and lets you cuddle close to him, his favorite way to heal.

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op dressrosa

“watch over me, ace!!” WHAT IF I CRY I AM CRYING

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everything just got so real…….. do i skip do i pull aaaaaaaa ;-;

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oh no! you and your f/o have died! you'll spend the rest of your life in the afterlife!

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FROST AND WRATH ⸻ CREGAN STARK

synopsis. the daughter to rhaenyra targaryen is a violent force. forged from sin and blood, you are the only chance to stop the dance of the dragons from ending the lineage your ancestors had spent centuries building. you become the wife to cregan stark, the lord of winterfell but at what cost?

content warnings. minors dni. fem!reader. she/her. princess!reader. targaryen!reader. reader has long hair. it is not the famous targaryen silver/white except for one strand of her hair. reader has a personality. world building. canon divergence. non canon and canon elements. betrothal. forced proximity. tension. reader takes after rhaenyra. misogyny. long chapters. depression. mental breakdowns. death. war. pregnant!reader. yes, pregnancy trope further down the road. smut. loss of virginity. unprotected sex. reader is 18 but as the dance of the dragons go on she does get older. i tried my best to make sure it lines up with the timeline but i tweaked it a little. dark content themed because we are talking about the HOTD and GOT themes here. no use of y/n. readers uncles having an infatuation with their niece. power hungry. reader knows how to wield a sword (go cry about it). all chapters will have extensive content warnings. make sure you read them before reading.

note. this was written in 2019 and picked back up again in 2020-2021. i took the books and morphed my own retelling of dance of the dragons with some canon compliance. anything you don’t recognize from the show, house of the dragon or the books, it is all mine. from dragons created to houses being named. this also has some deep dive of magic. this has also been made to fit the show in some aspects. i have spent a lot of time off and on re editing, re writing, etc. it is a very intimidating fic series that i have had try to convince myself to post long time ago. if you’ve read any of the books, you know that the women are treated terribly. in this series, the men are treated poorly but not in a disrespectful and held accountable for their actions. i don’t want to hear people complain with how dark this series is. SLOW UPDATES. each chapter will be around 6-8k words long. regardless if it’s complete, i am shortening it to make it easier. first chapter will be posted sometime next week! please have an age in bio. must be 18+ but im also considering you to be 20+ to consume this storyline. granted, you are an adult and if you get triggered easily do not read this series. if you don’t publicly have an age for me to see, i will block you. you can also send me an ask to tell me your age! thank you so much. sorry that this is long.

word count. complete. 88k but will be shortened to fit the tumblr readers standards.

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LACRIMOSA. your uncle, aemond has just started the battle with an unforgivable death. a death you won’t be able to forget and you don’t easily forgive. with the talk of war, your mother does what will be best for not only her only daughter but for the sake of restoring the mends that have already begun to break. the talk of a betrothal to the one and only, cregan stark angers you but it is a duty you must uphold. the wolf of winterfell is waiting for you to claim what has been yours since birth.

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idk what i'm doing LMFAO

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cowboy zoro‼️

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i have been curious about this for a while so i figured i would make a poll.

please note that i am asking out of curiosity and not condemning nonsharers for their choices or desires to curate their own spaces for their personal comfort!!

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i have… a vision….

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I, unfortunately, had a thought.

I'm very sorry