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occamstfs · 9 months ago

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In The Rink: Dunks

After moving far away from home Duncan seeks to find new community with the local hockey team. Little does he know that the Captain sees the potential for him to be a new star player.

My little reward for HairyJockTf went a little long so I broke it up into two stories haha! Hope you enjoy this ode to hair growth, jock stink, and hockey! -Occam

The sound of a puck sailing across the ice echoes through the freezing stadium, accompanied by the sound of the massive men racing to catch it. Skates on their massive feet send flurries of shaved ice up in their wake as they zip and turn in shocking displays of brutish grace. When bodies start to collide and fists start to fly in what Duncan Worthy thought was just a fun little scrimmage game he imagines how quickly he would be laid out in such a brawl and begins to hunt for the nearest exit.

Almost as swiftly as the fight broke out however, coaches call their men to heel and the teams separate. After a second longer of posting up, all return to the game and seem almost playful in the wake of what seemed like genuine violence. Suddenly realizing this is far more a bloodsport than he was aware, Duncan starts backing away sheepishly. Though he was looking for a team sport to find prepackaged community after his move from the south, clearly ice hockey was not the move.

Unfortunately for the suddenly shy Duncan, his attendance today was initiated by him reaching out to one of the players soaring down the ice, Matt King, the team captain. As the burly player turns to see Duncan begin to skulk away he calls his coach to pause the practice and less than a moment later Matt skates to the edge of the rink and begins shouting for Duncan’s attention, “YO! Worthy!” His impressive arms seem even bulkier covered in the thick obscenely large uniform he’s wearing. Duncan audibly gulps, though thankfully he’s far enough away from the athlete that he could scarcely hear.

Duncan isn’t sure why he’s frozen in place, seemingly trapped by Matt’s attention. The skater rolls his eyes as he calls out once more, “Hey kid! Are you coming or what?!” Despite himself he starts walking down rinkside. It’s not like he’s not athletic, Duncan’s healthy, he prides himself on staying fit, lithe. But as he nears Matt it just becomes clear that he bit off far more than he could chew. Even without skates the captain stands well over a head taller than him. Duncan struggles to speak while everything in him begs him to leave with his tail between his legs and never come back. Realizing that Matt is staring down at him expectantly, demanding a response, he speaks up unprepared as he may be, “Well, uhm Matt-”

“Nah nah, call me Kinger, bud. So youse think you’re ready to hop on the ice eh?” Duncan feels his bones turn to jelly as every neuron struggles to heed his flight response. There is simply no recourse but to escape, he’s too small, they’re too intimidating, they’ll break him in half completely accidentally. But he remains firmly rooted in the captain’s gaze. Kinger whistles to the equipment manager to summon some skates for Duncan and the sound forces the fearful man to attention. His shaky hands grow rigid as the older man approaches with a pair of skates. “See ya out on the rink Worthy!”

Kinger turns and gets back to the game. Duncan’s preylike instincts are overpowered by the man’s words. Though from any reasonable angle it’s just a phrase in parting, they sear into his mind like programming. See ya out on the rink. Pausing to watch the game resume, the desire to leave wanes as he sees the men grind against each other after the puck. Certainly looks like they’re having fun right? Wearing all that protection, how bad could it be? How bad could he be? Sitting down he changes into the smallest pair of skates the team had for him, even still his toes have about an extra inch of wiggle room. Neglecting to take that as yet another sign to back out, Duncan hops up on the wall and then he’s on the ice.

Still finding his bearings he slides along and sticks to the wall. The manager tosses him a stick and the coach implores he get used to moving around on the ice. Duncan sighs and, despite his limited experience skating, finds himself immediately moving with intuitive familiarity. Faster than he can comprehend it becomes second nature, allowing his attention return to the burly men on the far side of the rink going at it. Soon enough he can’t even remember what he was so scared of, excitement begins to build in his chest as he begins to follow the puck from afar.

From his vantage point he races with a fluidity alien to himself, as if the skates have imbued him with a lifetime of experience skating. Chewing his lip he has a stray thought wondering about wearing a mouthguard which he promptly discards, lest it interfere with his keeping up with the puck. Eagerness to properly join in the fray with the crew of men who outsize him before even accounting for their bulky pads continues to burn within him, he scratches at his chest and finds his tee hugging his torso in a distinctly odd manner. And man, beyond whatever butterflies hide in his chest, his skin is itchy enough that he should be concerned about an allergic reaction.

But no, no time. He’s gotta keep his mental. The puck goes long and flies towards him. Both teams follow the puck hungrily with their eyes before it nears the man who holds a hockey stick for the first time. He doesn't think as he moves, he doesn’t need to. It’s as if he were made for this. The sound of his stick making contact sends a crack through the stadium that echoes louder than a gunshot. The puck shoots past the men who now stand with mouths agape. He stands tall with pride, seemingly taller than he’s ever stood before. Must be the skates he thinks with a newfound cocky smirk across his face, but as his midriff is clearly exposed, the few hairs compromising his meager treasure trail fluttering in the aircon, it is clear something has changed in the man.

Practice is cut short soon after and Duncan has an immediate meeting with the Captain and Coach. Off the ice the confidence that filled Duncan begins to seep away, certainly not helped by the fact that he apparently threw on a shirt a couple sizes too small. He blushes as the older coach puts his hand out for a shake and his arm goes an embarrassing length past his sleeve. The coach simply smiles and nods though, and before Kinger even gets a chance to vouch for the newbie he’s already on the team. Duncan doesn’t notice as his shoes have apparently inched to fill the skates that were a size too large as his head begins to swim with the excitement of being out there with the boys.

His shirt hugs his chest even tighter as Kinger pats him on the back, “Welcome to the team Worthy!” Duncan smiles looking up at his captain and while struggling to get his shoes to fit he speaks up only to hear the first voice crack he’s had in a decade, “Ah well, then yoOu- Ah!” His mouth slams hard enough it seems to be welded shut as he clears his throat. Kinger smirks and ruffles the newbie’s hair laughing, “Howsabout you go shave up and take a shower. Wear that tarp any longer you’ll have to peel ‘er off, hah!”

With that he leaves Duncan behind and heads off to the locker room leaving his new teammate behind to take in his words. Shave? He scratches his cheek and tilts his head as he finds more stubble than he thought he left the house with. Guess it must have been a week since he shaved he guesses. Putting it on the todo list he then sniffs himself and grimaces as he finds himself muskier than he’s been after his sweatiest workout. There’s an audible sound as he pulls his sticky shirt from his skin which convinces him to expedite his time out of here. Still unable to get his shoes off he finds a pair of tennis shoes left with the equipment given to him and throws them on.

It takes a few steps for him to get used to them, despite his complaints to the equipment manager these tennis shoes are even larger than the skates he was given. Though feeling cramped in every other piece of clothing he finds himself not quite minding the room. Hopping in his car to drive home he furrows his brow as he finds himself needing to adjust all his mirrors. His new odor rapidly fills the car, overpowering the smell of his pristine equipment with ease as he speeds off to clean off the stink of his first practice.

Storming into his apartment he struggles to tear his clothes off en route to the bath. His sweaty shirt gets stuck on his shoulders as he tries to yank it upward, exposing a core thicker, his waist seemingly filled out from the hourglass figure he has unintentionally maintained. Beyond that his treasure trail seems to be claiming far more real estate as it flourishes upwards and outwards, curls as thick and long as his pubes begin an ascent above his waistline as they begin to shade the whole of his lower stomach.

No time for inspection however as he starts the shower going as soon as he gets the shirt off, grimacing at the clear tearing sounds of fabric giving way. Arms still upraised he quickly turns away from his steaming pits, quick enough that he notices not how his few curls have begun to multiply. Instead he leans in close to see the stubble that Kinger called out. He twists his jaw to get a good look at every angle and rolls his eyes as he finds it as patchy as ever. His eyes glaze over and his jaw slackens as he finds himself briefly distracted by a thought, or no, a memory?

The rink always brings out a rookie’s stubble Matt- It’ll just grow back. Why shave when that’s time you can spend on the ice?

He comes to before he even notices he was out, his thicker hand scratching at stubble that is thicker, darker than it was seemingly seconds earlier. Duncan certainly doesn’t mind though, seeing his beard fill in more, becoming stubble he can be proud of fills him with a surge of pride, and below the belt something else begins to surge. He smirks as he contemplates whether he should masturbate before or after taking a shower, grasping at his cock and finding it weightier than usual he quickly makes up his mind. What the hell, why wait.

Then his phone rings, a message from his Captain. His cock twitches as he focuses in on the message, “yo worthy sry for not askin earlier- oilers v flyers 2nite, u down 2 come over” Without a thought or second of hesitation he replies “ya” and he begins getting ready to go. Turning off the shower before even stepping inside he remembers he still stinks and bathes himself in cologne, smirking as he stares at his body in the mirror, proud as he sees his paltry patch of chest hair seems larger, thicker than he remembers it being. He pokes at a new weight on his chest and fights the urge to flex his barely existent muscle as every movement seems to have a bit more force behind it.

Duncan pointedly avoids questioning new idiosyncrasies as they begin to pop up. Surely he didn’t just douse himself in Axe instead of showering? Why does he know where Kinger lives? When he goes to his wardrobe he finds most of his clothes simply do not fit right. Button ups struggle to close across his chest and thicker waist. He struggles to move his arms in tees and sweaters as they hug his shoulders. Nothing without an elastic waistband seems to be able to manage stretching around his ass. Throwing on his new tennis shoes as they seem to be the only ones that fit he finds them almost snug?

Every roadblock causes micro-headaches. Questioning them only exacerbates the issue, while acceptance ameliorates. Throwing on sweatpants and the baggiest shirt he could find, Duncan doesn’t even give himself a once over before he’s out the door. On the road once more he only keeps one hand on the wheel while the other mindlessly feels himself up. His stomach is tighter for sure, with an alluring amount of give. New pecs pop out just far enough for his hand to push up on them, which allows him realize that any amount of excitement will cause his larger bulge to show in his sweatpants. No time to debate how he’ll conceal that from the Captain he wanders up to the front door and prepares himself.

As if Kinger knew he was standing there, the door swings open and the Captain’s thrown his arms around Duncan’s wider shoulders. His thick palms slam into the newbie’s back with enough force to send him falling on his face. Presently each slam only sends more pleasure into Duncan. Feeling his player’s package unmistakable poking into his own waist at the embrace, Kinger clicks his tongue, “Ah excited to see me eh? Hah! Be sure not to lose control bud, need all of youse out on the rink.” Released from the bro-hug Duncan gulps and blushes as he is less than certain he will be able to go long at all without giving in to desire burning stronger than ever.

Seeing doubt in his expression Kinger’s friendly eyes switch to something far more commanding and Duncan stands rigid. Gotta listen to the Captain. Watching stubble thicken and the once baggy shirt tighten even further on his broad shoulders, Kinger returns to joviality and points to a stack of pizzas on the coffee table, “You hungry bud?” Duncan suddenly feels an emptiness in his stomach and wonders when the last time he ate even was as he feels a hunger more ravenous than he could understand overtake him. His mouth waters like a drooling dog as he mindlessly goes to tear open a box. Already stuffing his face he takes in the number of boxes and asks, with uncharacteristic slovenliness, “Scho, uhhh is more of the team coming or wha?”

Kinger smirks and stands behind the smaller man, massaging his shoulders, “Nono those are just for us, didja forget how much food youse demolish bud?” Looking at the stack he knows that can’t be right, he’s never even had the need to exercise moderation. The idea of eating more than four slices is anathema, and yet less than a minute into the game he’s already starting his fifth and his stomach demands more yet. Kinger watches the man feast, knowing his newest teammate needs all the calories he can get as his body struggles to put on pounds at a speed eldritch. Shoulders broadening enough to be shoulder pads themselves as chest hair begins to bloom far beyond the small patch that has long made its home in the center of his chest.

Spreading out like a fungus, follicles neglected by puberty go into overdrive as his greasy hands funnel food into him, getting grease over stubble that begins to crest its way into a solid beard. Duncan is unaware as he demolishes the first box of pizza by himself as he is completely absorbed into the game on TV. Reacting to each play as if he were in the actual stadium. His legs bounce with anxiety as the players race across the rink, each time shooting up with more force as they bulk up. His expanding jungle of pubes, discontent from spreading upwards alone, send dense curls to shade his inner thighs before shooting down to cover his calves.

Kinger moves to sit on the couch, attention solely focused on his team’s growing asset. His eyes struggle to keep up with the changes simultaneously rocketing across his body. Already he hears the elastic waistband of his sweatpants straining, Duncan’s, or rather Dunks’, butt filling out to the size needed to maneuver such an otherwise powerful form on the ice. The most powerful ass in the MLB has nothing on the monumental pair of cheeks that are a moment away from sending a tear through his sweats. Making an uncomfortable face Duncan kicks off his shoes before they begin to tear. Glancing down, Kinger finds he doesn't have the care to finish the job and remove socks that have similarly begun to turn to tatters. Curls spreading down from his meaty calves poke through the expanding holes on his tearing socks. His feet rapidly become hairy fins that would fit on any number of fantastic bestial men, toes surging through the front of his socks as he flexes his feet without thought.

The Captain jumps in shock as Dunks stands with a start and shouts at the ref, his voice clearly deeper, rougher, as spit flies from his mouth in a rage. Beard thickening as his neck similarly expands with his deluge of expletives at the man in stripes. Kinger puts a hand on Dunks’ arm to calm him down, “Hey hey bud, save it for your own penalties eh?” Clenching his jaw the newbie looks down and at the Captain’s words crosses his arms and barely stilling his anger at Kinger’s request. The man’s hand still resting on Dunks’ arm, both men turn to see the growing package not at all hidden in Dunks’ sweatpants as the sound of it tearing through his briefs resounds in the small living room.

Scratching at his meatier pecs he sits down and after a moment of hungrily staring at his Captain he rolls his eyes and returns to the game. His biceps are suddenly constricted by his sleeves so he does what any rational mind would and rips them off. Kinger’s mouth is ajar as he watches the increasingly brutish man toss the torn sleeves to the floor before scratching deep into his pits and sniffing. The Captain doesn’t pay much attention to the jungle of hair spreading out from Dunks’ pits, after all that doesn’t bring anything to the rink, but he would need to lose a few of his five senses to not notice how potent the changes are there.

Patches of sweat appear all over the shirt that now hugs his burgeoning torso like lycra. But nowhere so prominent as under the still-expanding jungle of hair under his arms, musk thick enough to warrant stink lines, enough to knock a lesser man unconscious spills from his freed underarms. Eyes glancing over to see his Captain cover his nose in shock, Dunc smirks as he realizes how much power he holds. He grunts in his new barbaric voice as his pecs can no longer be hidden by his ratty shirt. Unwilling to hide his pride under a bushel, just as he removed his sleeves he wrenches his shirt off. This was of course made easier by the litany of tears sundered across it by his expanding torso.

His breath catches in his chest as his pecs burst larger into the open air. Thick strands drip with sweat as they spread dense enough to be a pelt across his upper body. Moaning as he leans back on the couch, hair rapidly covers every inch of real estate it can find, connecting every disparate patch from pubes, to pits, to the scratchy underside of his neck. Expanding shoulders similarly aren’t safe as curls bound across them to meet with the itchy forest spreading up the small of his back. He shifts uncomfortably as thick strands similarly cover his ass, though somewhere in between slamming pizzas and screaming at referees he lost the shame to scratch such an itch in front of his Captain, and so he does.

Kinger struggles to hide the grin on his face as the man in front of him becomes the enforcer he’s always dreamed of having on his team. He watches as the changes in his mind finally begin to show on his face. His brow thickens to hang over eyes that grow dull to anything but hockey. His iron jaw hardens over a beard that should have taken years to grow while his nose becomes one that has clearly taken more than a punch or two. It’s unclear how many of his front teeth or real or inserts, though something in the minds of both men makes it clear that they’ve seen his own teeth scatter across the ice on a handful of occasions, though not nearly as much as those of his opponents.

Kinger’s chest flutters with excitement as he imagines being on the pitch with Dunks. His own eye twitches as years of playing together begins to fill his mind. He’s always dreamed about having a teammate as committed to the game as he is and finally he’s got a brute enough to carry them to the trophy. Seeing the behemoth taking heaving breaths on his couch, torn clothing scattered around him, Kinger can’t quite help but feel there is some vital piece of the puzzle missing. The burly man’s hands trail to his crotch as every muscle in his body feels the need to give into lusts that control him but Kinger whistles and Dunks immediately halts his giving in, “Not yet bud, not yet. Gotta hit the rink first.”

Dunks’ mind fractures and remakes itself in a moment. Memories of over a decade playing surges into his mind. He remembers starting out a waif, as he was in reality this morning. He remembers hardening over the years alongside his captain, alongside Kinger. Becoming a man on the rink, becoming an unstoppable titan. Maturing into an athlete the likes of which his team's never seen, and with each leap forward in ability so to does he become more masculine, more virile, more of a man. No, more of a beast, higher function giving way to instinct and physicality. Kinger couldn’t be prouder, and until another reason presents itself he can think of no higher goal.

Coach never expected Dunks to be nearly as much of an asset as he ended up being. The hairy brute was always looking out for his Captain’s back, truly a tank on the rink. Often he would struggle to control his urges, on and off the ice, but a look from Kinger would always snap him back in line and empower him to come back even stronger, sometimes seemingly literally so. He never took more than two trips to the penalty box a game despite his ever-present urges to truly dominate his opponents.

After months of success on the rink it becomes clear that Dunks’ virility is making him a bit of a loose cannon. Lucky for the both of them Kinger has an idea. When an old friend of Duncan’s reaches out to the team to inquire of Worthy, Kinger implores him to visit. While it would be unbecoming for the Captain to have a relationship with a member of the team it was clear that Dunks’ has long been in need of some manly relief.

As he’s drafting a letter with a one way plane ticket to Dunks’ once-friend he wryly smiles as he realizes exactly what the missing piece was all along, their team could use exactly one more player and if this Remy Woods ends up being even a fraction of his friend, there is no way for them to lose.

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#male tf #mental change #hair growth #dumber #muscle tf #male transformation #masculinization #jockification

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cakeebly · 4 months ago

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Hello everyone!

Thanks lots for the support for my Cassette Beasts Partner VS Archangel (+ Averevoir) series! It is a lot of fun and I love this game so much. I’m playing the DLC now, so expect something coming out for that!

Anyway, this post is just me rambling about the details I put into each piece. Some have more details than others, but all of them have an equal amount of love put into them!

I’ll go in-order of how I met each companion in game!

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Kayleigh:

For Kayleigh, Meredith, and Viola I re-used the same bricks from the train station and the background to match how they are in game!

All (except for Barkley’s) have a quote from the archangel overlayed as well. Some are easier to see than others.

But for Kayleigh, all the details are in her posing! Her pose is akin to how battles start, with the characters pointing their cassette players at the enemy before transforming.

But her pose also sort of represents her GIVING. She gives you your first cassette, she always is the one giving (which ties into her story with Mourningstar). You do not take from me, you only give.

Also Dorian’s death splatter in infront and bellow Kayleigh in the foreground haha.

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Eugene:

The background is Mammon’s lair, of course! And he is in a fighting pose, ready to bash in some landlords!

The detail here I want to point out is how I created Mammon. It was really difficult since Mammon is the most abstract, and I have no idea what’s going on for 90% of him, but I am proud of how I made the face and the nose!

I used USD president / USA figures that are on USD to make the face and the nose! I did cutting and editing so it’s more pixelated. I am struggling to remember which specific notes I used, but they’re from two different USD.

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Meredith:

It might be hard to tell, but my friend spotted it when I showed him this one, there is a record behind Nowhere Monarch! Since Meredith’s quest is about the record, I thought it was a nice touch. I also used Meredith’s posing ingame for her pose here.

Can you tell I didn’t want to draw the second eye?

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Felix:

I loved Felix’s story so much, hits home as an artist.

The alter posts are in the background here!

Felix is also the only one not holding their cassette tape, since Felix wanted to apologize to Kuneko. He doesn’t really want to fight her, his hand out to her in apology. Used his sad expression ingame for his expression here.

Also Kuneko has glowing nails / claws just because I wanted to. And multiple kunai cause that’s cool.

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Viola:

Viola my beloved, the first one I drew!

Her’s is a lot simpler, mostly because I wasn’t expecting to make this into a series and I just wanted to draw her. But I still loved how I drew Goodfellow here!

The book is open, reading their stories from Shakespeare’s plays.

There’s also spotlight on both Robin and Viola’s faces! Since that’s how Robin introduced himself and to show how they’re characters from plays!

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Barkley:

Barkley is the only one not to fight an Archangel in their quest, so there is not glitching effects here! The background is, of course, the cave the fight takes place in.

There’s bones in the background, a leash and treats on the floor.

And of course, Barkley’s bootleg cassette! Barkley’s cassette is also the only tape I did not draw the fully remastered version of for the sticker. This was an accident both in the drawing, and in my game. I forgot to remaster it before fighting Aleph 😅.

I also didn’t meet Barkley immediately because for some reason I thought he was a captain? For the trial quest? I am not sure why I thought that.

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And that is all for now! I am planning to do two oc drawings for Cassette Beasts, a DLC drawing, and probably an Aleph / final battle drawing!

But I’m not sure how long that will take.

Thanks for all of the love on the individual drawings!! Means the world

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julissart · 4 months ago

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Not me just trying to write a little drabble but this got out of control.

The remaining words

Imagine this: The Strawhats encounter with a random DF user which power shows secrets or some kind of deep desire from the person affected. And of course Usopp with his luck is hit with that. Then it shows a strange scene, more like unexpected, where Luffy is in front of him and say: "Would you like to join my crew?" it's the only part the others get to see before defeating the enemy. Usopp wants to dig and bury himself but play nonchalant, immediately looking for anything to get the others distracted. It worked (for now) nobody mention it and Usopp is relieved but at the same time a little disappointed.

Later at night, everybody is sleeping. Luffy, a "little" hungry, walks towards the kitchen but notices a shadow in the main deck. He hears a sniff.

Usopp is holding the tears back but failing miserably, he isn't aware of Luffy getting near.

"Usopp?"

Usopp wipes his tears and tries to play dumb

"Luffy!? Oh I didn't see you there haha"

"Are you okay?" that question was a bit unusual for Luffy, he knew he was crying. Usopp cursed internally, however he wasn't going to let his captain know the reason.

"I didn't hear you coming here, are you hungry? you know I can't give you the password or Sanji's gonna kill me". He tittered, Luffy just stared at him.

"Although I hid some crackers for moments like this, you can find them in-"

"Why were you crying Usopp" Luffy wasn't smiling.

"Who? Me? Crying? I don't know what you're talking about, Luffy" Usopp hands were rubbing themselves and even with the cold weather of the night he was beginning to sweat, eyes refusing to meet the front.

Luffy took a step forward. He really should learn a little about personal space, but at this point it was nearly impossible, he just didn't want Luffy to see his swollen eyes with more detail.

"Don't lie right now, Usopp"

"Who says I'm lying?" wrong answer "I was just admiring some stars before the night shift" wrong answer "you shouldn't be here, Luffy" wrong answer.

Usopp tried to escape the scenario but Luffy had him cornered.

"It's because what happens before with that woman?"

Shit, Usopp thought to himself, when will you learn to control better these emotions you idiot?

Usopp was speechless for a few seconds.

"Because if it's that..."

"NO!" Usopp covered his mouth with his hand, "I mean don't worry, it's..." the sniper stuttered. He gave up.

"It's nothing really, please d-don't worry" Usopp pushed Luffy hand and start walking away when he felt a grip.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING-" Usopp jumped to shush him but Luffy took his hand off, at least now whispering, "then why were you crying? Usopp..." Luffy with his big eyes which were now a little watery and the sniper was feeling worse seeing that.

"Wait Luffy! Don't look at me like that" Usopp sighed.

"It's silly".

"What is it then?".

"It's stupid really, even after leaving Wano" Usopp started walking from side to side, "It's not important at this point".

"I want to know even if you think it's not important" Luffy stopped him again.

Usopp was considering it, very ashamed, this wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for that crazy lady.

"I guess I sometimes..." Luffy eyes were looking right through his soul right now "... kinda wish you..." why his captain was doing this, but again it was Usopp fault for letting himself get caught, great job!

"Wish what?"

"Wish you have invited me like the rest" It was out, not coming back now, Usopp hands covering his face.

A moment of silence passed.

"Huh?" was the first thing to come out of Luffy.

"You know what, forget it, I'll go".

"NO!" Luffy lifted his hands.

"I don't get it".

"See, it was dumb" of course you wouldn't Luffy, he shouldn't have these thoughts, he can't afford having them, the others were just different.

"No, why are you saying you weren't invited?" Luffy was genuinely confused.

"You are my nakama".

"Yes, I know Luffy" this was going nowhere.

"Usopp, you had been with us all this time, why would you believe that?"

"I know I'm your- your nakama Luffy" the sniper breathed deeply, nothing good will come out if things get heated, he can't let that happen, not again. And for something so insignificant. Then why it looks like something so big inside your head.

"I mean- You said we were nakamas back then and Zoro told me to get on the M-Merry" please don't cry.

"But the invitation... was not eh explicitly worded" so stupid.

"I heard about how you asked everyone to join the crew" he gulped, Luffy stare was very intense and focused only on him, why you care so much?

"Nami told me about Sanji in Whole Cake Island. It was something difficult I suppose". Was he...?

"And I know I really don't deserve it after... our fight, and it was me asking to be accepted again that time" shit the tears weren't listening.

"Usopp..." Luffy hugged him.

Usopp returned the hug

"I'm not trying to pick a fight really" sobbing. "I just mean t-that you kinda always say what's on your mind. You can't lie, but you never said it so my stupid brain is always thinking... things" the embrace was tighter.

"Don't call yourself stupid Usopp. I don't like it." Luffy added.

"Right... Sorry" Usopp whispered. He was being squished by his captain. He really is someone to be called your captain, however, are you really someone worth to be called his?"

Usopp grunted a little.

"Is your brain saying you mysterious things again?" it sounded like an statement more than a question. Usopp buried his head under Luffy chin, he sometimes forgot how touch-starved he could be on these conditions.

"Aren't you mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

"For... everything?"

"Usopp is scared, that's all" right answer

"Oi, I'm not-"

"Usopp..."

Usopp lifted his head, Luffy tone was soft but serious

"Yeah?-" "Would you like to join our crew?"

Then Luffy smiled.

Maybe he didn't get the whole situation. Or maybe he was smarter than Usopp would give him credit for, who knows. But, in the end he always chooses the perfect words for his nakamas.

And it wasn't just an empty statement, just to make Usopp happy or treating it like a caprice. No. He meant it and the sniper knew that.

"You have to answer Usopp" Luffy whispered near his ear.

Between sobs and tears Usopp replied: "Of course! I, a brave warrior, will always be by your side" Luffy smile widened.

"Shishishi. YOSHHH, let's get those crackers" he took the other's hand and pulled him forward.

"Ok... My captain".

#Tumblr fault for not letting me copy the whole text so I ended up posting it here #I think I will put it on AO3 later #Made myself cry yesterday with this scene in my head so here it is #Just a little thought I was going to write less than 100 words!!#It always happen with this pair #Usopp is a little jealous after WCI headcanon #Sanji giving him the password 🤭#platonic lusopp #luffy #usopp #jul's drabbles #short fic #one piece

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dragongirlie56 · 6 months ago

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I saw that you opened requests and I just HAVE to ask--

Would you write a oneshot about modern Miphvali? 🙏

PS, I still ADORE your writing and keep up the good work!

Ahhh!!! Thank you so much Echo!! I’m so flattered! 😊

Thanks for requesting!! I had so much fun with this one!!!! I was so excited when I saw you requested Modern Miphvali! I definitely want to write more modern oneshots (and regular oneshots) on them in the future! :) This one’s shorter than my other oneshots but I still love it!

Warnings: None! Just some jealousy.

Headcanon: Another reason Revali dislikes Link is because Mipha likes Link

I humanized them in this one (mostly because I wanted to write Mipha with bangs-) i hope that’s okay haha

I hope you like this! :)

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01-Jealous Archer (Request)

What does Link have that I don’t?

The question lingered in Revali’s mind as he glared at his cup of coffee with a scrunched nose. The dark haired boy racked his brain for some sort of answer but he came up with nothing. He was captain of the Guardians Archery Team at the University, he was at the top of his class at the pilot academy, and he had various gold medals from archery tournaments. How is it that Link bested him yet again?

The boy barely ever talked anyways so how was Mipha so invested in him?

Revali never cared much for romance, the thought of it just never sparked any interest in him. In high school he was only focused on archery and his pilot classes. And that mindset carried over into his university days. He always thought Mipha was cute, but he never thought anything of it since she adored the blonde boy.

Usually he enjoyed cafe’s and the homely atmosphere they brought with the plants and the coffee bean scent. But today he was with all of his friends. Which meant Mipha was going to be occupied the entire time with the silent blonde.

Revali ran a hand through his dark blue hair, he was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize Zelda was in the middle of telling a story.

”….Link ate all of the sandwiches in ten seconds. I was in shock!” Zelda exclaimed with a laugh. Revali blinked, how did they even get to this topic?

A small giggle erupted from Mipha. The sound didn’t make his heart warm like it normally did. No, it made him grit his teeth.

He glanced up from his steamless mug. Mipha’s red hair was pulled back into her classic ponytail, exempt from the side pieces she kept out to frame her face. Her bangs rested just above her golden brown eyes. If he could he would stare into those eyes all day. Not that he’d ever admit that outloud. Like ever.

A sour expression took over his face. Those golden eyes weren’t directed at him. Instead they were locked on Link. To make matters even worse she was smiling at him. With her gentle and sweet smile, Revali’s favorite one of hers.

Why did she have to do that? It made Revali’s stomach swirl with… he didn’t even know how to describe it. He just felt sick… sick and annoyed. Very annoyed. Why couldn’t she look at me like that? What did he do to deserve her smile?

”Link, that's so silly. I can’t believe you did that.” Mipha covered her mouth with a hand as she laughed again.

To Revali’s annoyance, Link gave Mipha a small smile.

”I can, the little guy’s got a stomach.” Daruk scooped up some eggs with his spoon before grasping the ketchup bottle and squirting the red sauce on his spoon. Revali scrunched his nose in distaste.

”True that.” Urbosa held up her mug with a light smirk. “It’s why I make an extra course of food for holiday parties.”

A sheepish smile appeared on Link’s face as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Even that’s not enough sometimes,” Zelda teased, nudging Link in the elbow.

Link let out a small laugh as he shrugged. ”I have an appetite,” he replied quietly.

Mipha perked up. “That reminds me of when we were in our first class at the university…”

Revali wanted to stuff his ears with cotton, that would be the only thing to make this conversation more bearable.

He really didn’t understand how she didn’t see that Link wasn’t interested in her. He and Zelda never stopped stealing glances at one another for Hylia’s sake—it was infuriating to say the least. It was so obvious that both blondes were smitten with each other. Anyone could see it from a mile away. Everyone except for Mipha.

Yet she still liked him.

Revali secretly wished Link and Zelda would get together already so then maybe, just maybe, Mipha would see him right in front of her.

“You’ve barely had any breakfast or your coffee. Are you alright?” Her gentle voice reached his ears and he froze as she placed her hand on his. “You haven’t talked at all.”

”Uh…” Revali’s mind blanked as he stared into her warm eyes. He lost his whole train of thought with just a single touch of her hand. How does she have this power over me?

He let out a cough and pulled his hand away from hers—completely missing her hurt expression. “Yes, yes I’m fine Mipha,” he replied as he sank back into his chair with folded arms. It’s not like I’m fighting for my life over here… why can’t you just see me? Am I not interesting enough? He scolded himself for having such insecure thoughts but he couldn’t help it.

Revali bit his cheek as he stared at the cafe walls. He wondered if maybe he and Mipha weren’t meant to be. I mean they couldn’t be more opposite. He was proud (rightfully so in his opinion) and he made a lot of loud, sarcastic comments. She was kind, humble, and quieter than most.

”Hmmm.” Urbosa smiled at Revali with raised eyebrows.

”What?” He knitted his brow.

“Nothing, it’s just interesting.” The gerudo sipped her coffee.

”What is?” His brow knitted further.

She only smirked.

”What’s going on?” Mipha glanced between him and Urbosa.

”Nothing, I’m heading out.” His chair squeaked against the waxed hardwood flooring as he stood up. “Here’s some rupees for my part of the tip and the check.” He slid a pouch onto the table.

“Oh? Okay. See you later, Revali.” Zelda smiled at him.

“Now?” Mipha asked, turning her full attention toward him.

“I have… things to attend to.” He hated how unsure he sounded.

Mipha squinted her eyes slightly but Revali was quick to turn away and head for the door.

”Rev-“ The door and it’s bell cut off the sound of Mipha’s voice. He winced, feeling bad he didn’t just sit down and talk to her but he really couldn’t do that right now.

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There was a light breeze that rustled the trees in the distance. It was only partially cloudy and the sky was a vibrant blue.

Revali sighed and he turned his attention toward his red target as he readied his bow. He pulled the string backwards. He took a deep breath before letting the nock go and the arrow sailed through the air. Even with the small breeze the arrow hit the middle of his target. Like it always did.

Revali liked archery. He was the best at it and he never missed his targets. It was easy. Easy to focus on, easy to understand, and easy to achieve.

It was a lot less difficult than trying to deal with his emotions and feelings.

”I thought you’d be here.”

His eyes flicked toward Mipha and he slowly lowered his bow. He didn’t know if he should feel excited or afraid for her appearance. He definitely felt both.

The breeze brushed her bangs and his face grew warm, he didn’t think anyone else could pull off bangs as well as she did.

She tilted her head with a slight frown, her golden eyes filling with concern. “Revali? What’s wrong?”

He looked off to the side and sighed. Here we go. “Nothing Mipha. I’m fine.”

”Clearly you aren’t.”

“Yes I am.” He adjusted his glove. “I’m fine. Go back and hang out with him- “ He bit his tongue. “-them.”

Her brows furrowed and she stepped forward. ”Him? You said ’him’.”

Great Hylia of course I had to go and slip up.

“I said them.”

“No you didn’t.” She took another step forward. “Are you talking about Link? You’re talking about Link.”

Revali couldn’t stop a light scoff from taking over his features.

”I don’t understand. Why are you talking about Link?”

“Nothing.” He closed his eyes. “Nothing Miph, just drop it.”

“No!” she snapped.

His gaze whipped to hers.

“Sorry.” She winced, folding her arms. “I’m just upset. I hate when you get like this.”

Revali didn’t say anything, instead he walked over to place his bow on his stand.

“I know you aren’t fine. Whatever you’re feeling you can tell me!”

“Not this.” He shook his head. No way in Hyrule. “I’m afraid this is something I need to keep to myself.”

“Why?”

He turned back to look at her and froze. She was so close.

Mipha was staring up at him with her hands on her hips. Her eyes flicked between his own as if searching for something. Searching for an answer he didn’t want to give.

”Vali.”

“What?” He replied, almost wincing at how weak his voice sounded.

“Why are you talking about Link? You said ‘go hang out with him‘.”

“I-“ He clamped his mouth shut and turned away from her.

Neither of them spoke for a long time.

”Because. I’m…“ His tongue felt too large for his mouth. “…jealous,” he nearly spat out.

“Jealous?”

“Yes. Jealous.” His fists tightened at his sides. “I’m jealous of him because you like him.” His nose scrunched at how childish he sounded.

“I do like him.”

He winced, might as well have shot an arrow through his heart; it would've hurt less.

”But not in the way you’re thinking.”

”Wha-“ The words died in his throat as he felt her arms circle around his waist and felt her head rest on his back. He was definitely dreaming. He had to be.

“Vali. Link’s just a good friend who I enjoy hanging out with. Sure I had a crush on him when we were in middle school but I’m over that now. I’m not interested in him.”

”Oh,” was all Revali said.

Another long silence.

“I think my plan worked,” Mipha finally spoke up.

”What plan?”

“It’s silly… but I sort of. Oh, I feel horrible saying this. But I used Link in a way to make you jealous. Well he doesn’t know it but I focused on him so maybe you would have noticed me or gotten jealous. I think it worked a little too well. It’s so silly I know.”

“I can’t not notice you,” Revali whispered.

”Really?”

Revali’s ears burned. “Really. You didn’t need to go through that whole plan. I already liked you.”

“I had no idea.”

“You didn’t?” He thought he was very obvious.

“What? No, Revali, how could I? You always push me away.”

Do I? His brows furrowed.

“Can you look at me please?” To his dismay, Mipha let go of him. But he obliged to her request and turned to face her. “I wish you’d let me in. I never know what you’re thinking.”

Revali sighed softly. “I’m sorry Miph. I’ll try to be more open with you.”

“I don’t want you to be open with me if you don’t want to. I want you to do it on your own accord.”

“I do want to be open with you,” he confirmed.

“Okay.” She offered a small smile to which he returned.

She took a deep breath before speaking. “I really like you, Vali.” Her tilted her head slightly, her long earrings swaying back and forth with the movement. ”More than friends,” she added, holding his hand between her own.

“I really like you too, Miph.” A grin made its way onto his face—he always smiled more with her around. He felt lighter after saying the words, like he was carrying a heavy weight and it was lifted off of his shoulders.

”Good.” She giggled and his chest warmed. “You’re taking me out on a date.”

“Oh am I now?” He raised a brow.

“Of course you are.” Mipha laced her fingers through his.

Revali laughed through his nose. ”Where did this surge of confidence come from?”

Mipha only grinned and began to lead him away from the range.

”Wait- I need to grab my bow and my stuff.”

”Oh! Oh, yes, of course. I’ll help you.”

Revali smiled at her. “Okay, then we can go on that… date.” He scratched his cheek as his face flushed.

”Sounds like a plan to me.” She returned his smile, her own blush dusting her cheeks.

Short and sweet 😉

EEEEE!! I forgot how much I liked Miphvali! I’m so going to write more fics about them! Hehe!

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it! Maybe I’ll write their date or something 👀

Status on other requests: I’m working on them as we speak!! Hopefully I can get those out in the next couple of days!

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weneeya · 1 year ago

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Oh my gosh I just found your blog and it’s adorable! I thought I’d pop by with a request if you don’t mind! I can’t stop thinking about Noya being “rivals” with a neighbor or classmate who plays a different sport like soccer or something. They don’t actually hate each other but they always argue which sport is better until they go watch each others games and unwillingly fall in love with the other’s sport (and each other haha). Just some rivals to lovers fluff :))

sports and heart m.list | rules

pairing. nishinoya x reader

note. first, thank u sm!! I'm glad you like my blog hihi I love ur request omg I love Noya with my all heart thank u for requesting this ur idea is so cool :) don't hesitate to request anything else!

You and Nishinoya Yuu had been classmates since you were little kids. You weren’t really close, but you knew each other for a while, enough to call each other by your first names. You started to know each other a bit more during your highschool years, since you were in the same class. The reason for this? Noya was part of the volleyball club, and you were part of the soccer club. It created a sort of rivalry between you two.

You didn’t specifically hate volleyball at first, but having Noya telling you all the time how his sport was better than yours had the power to put you out of your mind. You were always arguing with him about which sport was better than the other, without any winner each time.

Noya didn’t hate you, and it was the same for you. Both of you didn’t really have a beef with the other at first, but it was like you needed to fight with each other all the time. It was stronger than your own wills.

Today was no exception. You were peacefully reading something under a tree, outside the school, when you saw a figure hiding the light from you. You sighed, knowing pretty well who it was. You raised your eyes to see Yuu, looking at you with his hands on his hips. He had a proud smile, as always.

“Giving up on your stupid sport?” He said, and you frowned quickly. He was so annoying, and you were never able to get rid of him. You put your notes to the side, resting your back against the tree behind you.

“I just don’t need to train 24/7 like you to be good,” you said and his eyes widened as his smile disappeared quickly. You know where to hit him, after so long. He was so predictable.

“Soccer is simpler than volleyball, you have no merit.” He crossed his arms, looking away and you felt the anger rising inside your chest. This small annoying boy. You stood up from your place, and both of you started to fight like you always did. Until Daichi, Suga and Asahi arrived closer to you, apparently searching for Nishinoya.

“Fighting again?” Asked Suga with an amused smile while Daichi simply rolled his eyes. They were used to it, but it was always so tiring. They needed to separate you all the time, mostly Daichi, and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Both of you started to shout at the same time, trying to explain your point of view, when Daichi raised his hands, making you two stop talking in a second.

“Can’t you stop for a minute? I don’t know, try to make an effort,” the captain of the volleyball club sighed, crossing his arms on his chest. “You don’t even know each other's sport well. Go to see the other play one time before you say you hate it.”

Noya and you stayed silent for a moment, looking at each other. Go to see the other play? Actually, yeah, you never thought about that. Hating on Yuu’s sport was something you naturally did and it was the same for him. You never had the idea of trying to learn more about the other. Daichi showed a proud smile, before you simply nodded.

“Fine. I’ll come to see your next match, if you come to see mine,” you said, giving a hand to Nishinoya. He looked at you for a moment before he nodded too, grabbing your hand to shake it. “Deal.”

This is how you ended up in the crowd of the next volleyball match, not very excited by the idea of spending so much time looking at the sport you didn’t really care about. At least, it was at first. After some time, your eyes were following the movements of the players, and especially Yuu when he was on the ground. It was pretty impressive to see how quick he was to react to what the other team was doing. Maybe you were wrong ; maybe volleyball was cooler than you think.

The same thing happened to Noya when he came to see you play. Soccer was pretty different from volleyball, but seeing how fast your legs were moving to get the ball was absolutely amazing. He was sure that he could learn some tricks that would help him during his own matches. He was wrong about your sport finally.

Both of you talked about it after a few days, and you were as excited as the other about the sport. You wanted to know more about volleyball and Yuu wanted to learn some tricks from you. You came to another agreement, and you started to train together when you had some time.

The other thing that changed was the fact that you weren’t fighting with each other anymore. It was like a mutual respect got created between you two, and your sports. You were coming to each other’s matches more and more frequently ; maybe a bit too much than what was considered as okay from simple friends.

Nishinoya was the first one to realize how he felt about you, and he wasn’t scared of his feelings. He knew you for so long, it wasn’t so surprising for him to grow romantic feelings towards you. And as he wasn’t scared of how he felt, he was even less scared by the idea of telling you.

You were training with your team on an afternoon, and he was looking at you from a bit afar, like he did sometimes. Everything was like usual, until he made big waves to you, asking you to come closer. You excused yourself to your team before you stepped closer to the boy.

“You okay Yuu?” You asked, and a huge smile appeared on his lips. “Go out with me,” he said with no hesitation and you almost choked on your saliva. You didn’t expect this, not at all in fact. You looked at him with wide eyes, trying to catch your breath again.

“What did you just say?” You asked, thinking you might have misunderstood. “I said: go out with me. I want you to be my partner!” He seemed so excited about it, and you knew that he wasn’t lying. It wasn’t Noya’s type, not at all.

You looked away, feeling your ears burning a little at this idea of having Yuu as your boyfriend. You cleared your throat before answering a little “Yes” to him. He almost jumped on you ; well, not almost in fact, he completely jumped on you, making both of you fall over the floor. He was laughing, and you couldn’t help but to smile.

Maybe Daichi had a good idea with telling you to make some effort with each other.

aaaa I love noya sm he's my favorite boy he's the sweetest pls ask me more haikyuu I love my boys sm it's longer than what I do usually, u can tell how much I love noya lmao

#nishinoya yuu #noya #noya x reader #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu nishinoya #hq nishinoya #nishinoya yū #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #hq #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hq hcs

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angelflms · 9 months ago

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here's some of the moments during my rewatch of deadpool & wolverine that were gold for my dad (an x-men/blade/ryan reynolds fan)'s first viewing:

- bye bye dance (dk if he knew that wasn't ryan dancing)

- the happy hogan chauffeur joke

- dopinder's airpods "joke?" "story?"

- yukio like.. pursed her lips up at one point? and my dad thought it was funny so he mimicked her

- he also just loved the wade/yukio moments

- the different code words for cocaine al and wade used (also the delivery of ryan saying "motherfucker" got him for some reason)

- the pegging/hookers joke

- seeing the different wolverines

- THE THOR JOKE (every mention got him)

- "get my country's name out your fucking mouth"

- "haha! not the will smith reference."

- me: *didn't even clock the reference my first time watching the movie*

- the captain america/johnny storm misdirect

- johnny falls

- every hit is followed by my dad being like "ohh. oh. oh. OHHHHH!! damn."

- "i'm marvel jesus. mj if you nasty."

- my dude started CACKLING at that

- idk if my dad remembers all of the xmen series because he didn't recognize toad that much. he did recognize sabertooth tho.

- sees antman skeleton lair

- "yooooo that's dope though!!"

- every drunken logan scene was a blast for him

- his disgusted reaction to nicepool's hair

- his equally disgusted reaction to mary puppins (he liked her tho)

- his even more disgusted reaction wade making out basically with mary puppins (+ immediately sung lady in red tho)

- the honda odyssey scene (idk if he understood the implications. mind y'all he was half asleep)

- "coexist?" he said

- that was his only reaction

- "is that carmen electra" - my dad seeing elektra for the first time (he did see the movie years ago)

- i think he missed the daredevil joke because he was busy laughing at another one

- "ohhhh blade!!!!"

- "you need to watch blade" "I'M WORKING ON IT DAD!!"

- laughed at the "i don't like you." "you never did." joke (blade: trinity is his favorite blade movie for those who don't know or ya know, couldn't tell)

- "ohhhh gambit!"

- "is that...IS THAT REALLY CHANNING TATUM???" (all of the flashbacks of us arguing about channing being gambit coming to the forefront of his mind)

- still isn't sold on it. thinks he's too buff. love the buttery nuts line he said tho

- sees laura

- me giving him a refresher on who that is

- dad: "ohhhh, she's older now!!!"

- laura and wade saying "let's fucking go"

- my dad "hey, did they just copy what logan said earlier?"

- campfire scene

- "you got the wrong guy."

- "you were always the wrong guy"

- dad laughs "yeah dad, you suck."

- dad enjoying wesley snipes as blade

- "there's only one blade"

- "deadpool looks at the camera (referencing blade's reboot coming soon-ish)"

- me and dad "technically he's right."

- dad: "well they're still working on the movie"

- me: "yeah but they went through five directors already"

- dad: "you right. you right."

- blade: *gets stabbed once*

- dad: "ohhhh"

- me: "it was one stab... he's fine."

- me: *forgot why laura had her backpack on* "she could just take the backpack off"

- dad: "she just like you" (after getting home from class i tend to leave it on)

- me: "heyyy"

- dad: "sings the dora "backpack" theme song

- cassandra making a sling ring portal and giving the boys a five second chance to go back to their world

- dad: "you know what would be fuc-messed up? if she closed the portal and they just died."

- "ngl i thought that's what they were gonna do."

- cassandra nova touching people

- me: "imagine having some chick's dirty long fingers inside your head and nose"

- my dad "THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!"

- laughed at kidpool's wolverine's dick line

- confused at the beheaded zombie wade wilson

- *lightskinned stare fourth wall break* "the proposal"

- "what the fuck was that? bitch, is that what you think i do?"

- dad: LAUGHS (i think he just likes when ryan cusses. he laughed every time he did. but also my dad just really loves ryan reynolds. they have the same humor. tbh the delivery was really good though)

- laughs at nicepools death (i don't blame him)

- logan: *puts on mask*

- dad: "oh he's going old school"

- paradox explaining matter and anti-matter going through someone's body

- my dad, the science fanatic "yup. you gonna explode."

- me: "i know scene just got you excited because they speaking your language."

- "it did."

- madonna's like a prayer plays

- my dad, a madonna fanatic, immediately starts singing

- "he's risen baby girl."

- dad: laughs

- me: sings along to iris

- "put your greasy tits away you preening slut"

- dad: laughs HARDER

- mary puppins comes back

- dad: "ofc"

- mid credits tribute to fox

- "is this the last one?"

- "no it's a tribute to fox. remember disney bought it. wade explained it in the movie."

- "RIIIIIIGHTTT!"

- *sees little dafne*

- "she was so little!"

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before y'all say anything. no he didn't seen the end credit scene but he did enjoy the whole movie though!!!

this is all the reactions i can remember. i remember him also cackling reall hard at a joke but i don't remember what it was at all to save my life (i think it was when wade said "the gays understood" when they were talking about the multiverse. he also clocked the scoutmaster kevin joke and went like "ohhhhhh damn."

#deadpool and wolverine #deadpool 3 #poolverine #peanutbub #wade wilson #logan howlett #hugh jackman #ryan reynolds

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yarameijer · 1 year ago

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Hi!

OMG are you the writer who wrote "Accidental Reverse"?!

If so, I'm a Huge fan!!!

Anyways... How are you?

If you accept headcannons or drabbles, what are your thoughts on Shindou and Tenma? How would you explain their relationship? Do you have any headcannons about them?

... I should probably stop here, so... Thank you so much for your AMAZING stories! I can't wait for what ideas you have in the future!

Take care and keep up the great work!!!

Heyhey! Yes, I am that writer! I’m good, super busy with exams and finishing my research tho, but hopefully I’ll get some more free time again eventually. Yes, I accept both headcanons or drabbles (as long as it works with my story universe), but I’m VERY bad at actually finishing drabbles haha…

Okay so I LOVE Tenma and Shindou’s dynamic, so thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to ramble about it XD

Shindou and Tenma’s relationship is, in one word, complex. As we all know, Shindou at the start of the anime doesn’t particularly like Tenma because of his behavior towards soccer, for two reasons: he thinks Tenma is very naive and his thoughtless actions will not only get himself in trouble, but also everyone else (and at this point, if Shindou has to choose between the team he’s been a part of for a year and a kid he’s met a day ago, it’s not even a choice).

The second reason is that he understands. Shindou loves soccer too. In a prestigious family where achievement is everything, soccer sometimes felt like the only thing he could just do for fun, not because he had to be good at it. And he was good at it.

But Fifth Sector ruined it for him, and the only reason he hasn’t left the club yet is because he feels a responsibility towards his teammates and because this is the only way he still gets to do what he loves, even if it’s twisted. So when he meets Tenma - cheerful, bright-eyed, hopeful Tenma - he hates him. He sees himself in him. And he can’t stand to see that spark in Tenma’s eyes fade like it did for him, so he tries to push Tenma away, get him to quit, before he has to see that happening. Beyond that Shindou is having a very hard time in general and using Tenma as a… well, a punching bag, in a way. At the same time you’ve got Tenma, who doesn’t know the meaning of backing down, and is also not the type of person to fight back against the type of treatment Shindou is giving him.

Of course, eventually this starts to change; Shindou gains hope that maybe, just maybe they can do something against Fifth Sector, and once he’s made up his mind about something he’ll go all in. With Shindou and Tenma now on the same side, the previous tension in their relationship fades and they have the chance to get to know each other. Tenma is (sort of ironically) very shy and very enthusiastic, and his optimism brings Shindou out of his own depressive slump. It’s contagious, really.

Once Shindou stops targeting Tenma all the time, Tenma gains a new appreciation for him as well. He’s already a fanboy of anything soccer and Shindou’s plans, the way his mind works, blows him away - Shindou is easily the smartest person Tenma’s ever met, and for him to look at Tenma and treat him as a teammate, as someone to be acknowledged… that means a lot. Just like that, their relationship becomes much more amicable, and they bond over their shared love of soccer and their goal of defeating Fifth Sector. They’re, maybe not friends, but at least on friendly terms.

Then there is another important factor that influences the way they interact - the captain switch.

Several people have actually expressed their surprise at the two of them. Tenma essentially ‘replaced’ Shindou as captain, after all, so outsiders would expect Tenma to reject Shindou’s advice - to prove himself as the ‘real’ captain, instead of listening to the old one. Similarly, Shindou was expected to hold a grudge since he was replaced by a first-year. Except that’s about as far from the truth as you can get.

Tenma respects Shindou very much first as captain and later as strategist, and holds his opinion in high regard. Even after all the years they’ve known each other, Shindou is still the one he’ll turn to first when a decision needs to be made and he wants a second opinion. Even if he doesn’t necessarily ask for it, he’ll always listen if Shindou has something to add. Furthermore, Tenma has never wanted to be captain - the role was thrust upon him due to circumstances, and he agrees because his team asked him to, but he’s never seen himself as any sort of leader and if he could, he’d shy away from the responsibility. He’s also of the opinion that Shindou is a great captain - why would he need to be replaced?

Except, of course, Shindou gets injured so there isn’t really a choice in that. What does happen, however, is the decision the team made to have Tenma stay on as captain even after Shindou recovered - which was suggested by Shindou himself.

Because Shindou doesn’t like being captain.

He’s pretty good at it, but it stresses him out a lot. He’s a strategist first and foremost and being captain interferes with that. Shindou wants to make plans, analyze the world around him, observe and gather information but if he’s acting as captain he can’t do that, can’t retreat into his own head like that. He’s got a responsibility to the rest of the team and he always feels the pressure to be aware of them, lift their spirits, lead them, and if he’s too busy with his plans he can’t do that. He also does not see himself as the most empathetic individual - gauging the team’s mood, figuring out what to say, isn’t really instinctive for him. He can do it if necessary but it takes effort and he often second-guesses himself, and with a team so diverse and intense as Raimon, empathy is a must.

So to Shindou, being captain is a burden. He took the position because the team wanted him to and he doesn’t regret it, but once Tenma shows a pretty instinctual talent for it and has a few weeks to polish that talent - once it becomes clear how easy it is for the team to follow him - well, Shindou sees his chance and takes it. He’s the one to voice the thought first, and once he tells the rest of the team, they don’t see any reason to disagree.

Which is exactly why Shindou has no resentment towards Tenma for taking his position. Shindou can do what he likes most - strategize - and aid his team, all the while knowing Raimon is in the best possible hands. And beyond that; Shindou didn’t give up any of his authority in the team. If a decision has to be made, Raimon decides together. Shindou and Tenma are a duo when it comes to leading the team - Shindou makes the plans, Tenma inspires them to do what’s right and encourages them.

Tenma, despite first floundering under the responsibility, handles it well and Shindou (nor the other senpai) refuses to let him shoulder it alone. Tenma’s still just a first-year, after all, and like mentioned before, Shindou sees himself in him. Now more than ever. They both know what it’s like to become captain in their first year, to have the responsibility thrust upon them, and Shindou refuses to let Tenma struggle with it alone. He acts like a listening ear, always willing to lend advice if the younger asks for it, and although at first Tenma is quite hesitant (with Shindou being his senpai), he’s also very earnest and open.

Over time, they get to talking more and more, outside of club-related things. Shindou is the dependable smart friend Tenma can always come to with his issues, while Tenma is cheerful and optimistic and doesn’t really expect anything from Shindou, not like the rest of the world. Doesn’t expect perfect grades or being the best, and while it takes Shindou a while to let go of the mask, eventually Tenma becomes one of the few friends he can just completely be himself around. Shindou is much more relaxed now that he’s no longer the captain and the tension in Raimon that was present under Fifth Sector’s reign is gone, and it shows in his friendship with Tenma. They act crazy, or lazy, and just do things for fun because they want to. They, together with Tsurugi, have been dubbed the new Raimon Trio, and it just works. Their skills complement each other and they settle into a comfortable friendship and shared leadership over the team after Tenma’s first year.

Sure, it takes them quite a while to get to that point, both because they have unspoken issues between them originating from the start of the year, and because they need to learn to understand each other. There's the boundaries caused by Tenma's insecurities and Shindou's expectations for himself. It takes a while for Tenma to learn to depend on other people and for Shindou to learn to be patient and listen, something that's been driven out of him by years of expectation and responsibility. But they get there. Maybe not immediately, but once they do, their friendship is unbeatable and something they both cherish dearly.

As for headcanons…

They tease each other all the time. Tsurugi plays a part in this too. The three of them just full on snark whenever they have the chance (Tsurugi and Shindou especially like making fun of Tenma for being the shortest, Tenma and Shindou like making fun of Tsurugi when he’s pretending to be all cool, and Tenma and Tsurugi will never let an opportunity to mention Shindou’s dramatic tendencies go).

Tenma loves listening to Shindou playing the piano and once Shindou figures that out, he offers to play something whenever Tenma comes over to his house, to Tenma’s absolute delight.

They often discuss team matters, sometimes over video or phone call, and always end up sharing ideas for hissatsu techniques and strategies (either for themselves or their teammates). It’s actually why they’re so in sync and can pull off improvised moves so well; they share their ideas so often they know pretty well how the other thinks/works, and that shows when they’re in the middle of a match. Super convenient when you know your best friend has been designing a new super shot for WEEKS and is itching to try it out.

In the year Shindou goes to high school while Tenma’s still in middle school, they end up calling each other quite a lot, and they like to get ramen or bubble tea or ice cream after school if they’ve both got the time, since they can’t hang out anymore as easily. Soon they drag anyone in the team along if they’ve got time, but it’s a habit that started with just the two of them.

They have a standing agreement to disagree on whether cats or dogs are better.

Tenma has been known to drag Shindou out very early in the morning during weekends if he’s got plans, whether that’s soccer practice or for a walk or whatever they’ve planned this time. Shindou is NOT a morning person but it’s very hard to say no to Tenma.

That’s it for now, I hope you enjoyed it! ^.^

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven go #ie11 #ina11 #ie go #accidental reverse #matsukaze tenma #shindou takuto

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who1ssheesh · 1 year ago

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If you're still doing it I can't wait to see the prompt with squalos s/o being buds with Xanxus 😂

Squalo's S/O being buds with Xanxus

Pairings: Squalo/Reader, Xanxus/Reader (PLATONIC)

Notes: yes. absolutely. i live for those two idiots. This one is long af compared to Xanxus' one and I can't explain why. But I had so much fun with this, Xanxus is a soulmate in a bro-ish way????

Warnings: good ol swearing, brief mentions of sex (not much really), probably OOC and terrible english (ur not my teacher ha ha)

• First of all, holy shit that’s impressive?

• Second of all, must be mentioned that Xanxus kinda….doesn't see women as friends? He looks at them sexually right away. Or so he thought

• Third of all, Squalo gotta be terrified

• Fourth of all (that's a lot of counting) Squalo situation is not having any drama as Xanxus' does, he is a pure comedy gold and so is his relationship with you. That's what no daddy issues does to you, but what do i know

• Not comedy as if a clown comedy, but a good harsh bri'ish comedy - insert Utopia reference. Squalo is more than confident in you since you obviously date for some time for him to move in with you and therefore reveal you to his boss.

• I'll tell you a secret btw, Xanxus probably guessed he has you because Squalo is a loser cuck and started to act differently.

• I think Xanxus doesn’t give a shit enough to just bust into Squalo’s apartment for any stupid reason as if it’s his own. So if you at least haven’t heard of him as your boyfriend’s boss, you’re going to meet him in person

• Xanxus coming up and breaking your door just to nap:

🧍

• Squalo never told Xanxus where he lives, that bitch just knows

• Never in his life Xanxus expected to see one day a shmoll girl there and not hear screaming at the top of one’s lungs. He still says Squalo is a fucking virgin loser femboy ugly ass haha lol lmao, he can’t be deprived of those shitty jokes…

• I mean it, Xanxus can get pissed seeing you too being lovey-dovey but I'll expand this drama later

• Xanxus is basically your adopted stray cat, deal with it

• Squalo won't say this out loud or says this very...covertly and probably insults you along the way, but anyways he really appreciate you dealing with all that bullshit. He does indeed value strong character - you don't need to wield a big sword or shoot a gun, but going through his path even though you can be confused or scared means much. He knows a lot of cowards who can shoot a gun, so...Squalo looks much deeper than that. Shark, ocean, DEEP, get it<<<<<<</////??????? I'll see myself out.

• He is lowkey terrified but...also chill? Unlike Xanxus, he doesn't overthink (at least not much). He of course draws a line at some things - at first Squalo was really mad at his boss staying...alone....with you....at you house (he is jealous) cause Xanxus is immoral bitch and would try to fuck you if he wants to.

• Also is you start gossiping or making fun of him with Xanxus, holy shit Squalo is quick to start raging. It's one thing to gossip and laughing at some bud, but doing so about your partner is a huge red flag for him. If you have any problems. come straight to Squalo he is an adult and prefers just discussing problems.

• Well, Xanxus also will certainly not respect you for trying to spill out your bullshit on him and talking shit about his captain. He has standards. (And not because he is a little uwu girl and actually deep DEEP like ocean bottom deep cares about Squalo)

• “The fuck happened here?”, Squalo is on edge, to say the least, seeing stains of blood around the apartment and you cleaning it with a clearly annoyed expression

“So your boss-“

“My boss?!”

“-got over again”

“AGAIN???”

• So, the situation: Squalo, as a person who values trust in relationship the most, is really pissed (sad….) you’re keeping the truth away from him, and you, thinking he’s aware his boss is chilling around since…..well, Superbia is his right hand, makes sense?

• You didn’t know about their burning hate for each other. Gotta be jealous, his love to you will never be as true, fiery and emotional as his undying HATE!!!! for Xanxus

• You screaming “get a fucking room, deepshits” when they start arguing again

• You probably got Xanxus with an insult. Obviously. Sorry, you’ve signed a pact, nothing in your life will be normal again, just like your boyfriend (he’s a little unstable. Just a little)

• Xanxus haven’t been around your house for long - leaving more work for Superbia and leaving right after, quickly patching a quick wound and stealing alcohol, of course

• You’ve been quieter than a mouse, thinking you shouldn’t be involved in Squalo’s business, but one day Xanxus was noticeably not feeling good, ready to pass out, so…you helped him obviously

• Xanxus being Xanxus didn’t thank you, got pissed because air was too warm for his liking or smth and was whining that actually you did a poor job tending his wound

• “Bitch, I will kill you in your sleep?” sent him away, he honestly found this hilarious (we’re talking about your audacity here)

• You got a chuckle out of him, whick you didn't think about much at first, but a Squalo's shocked expression said everything. You can be proud

• Lowkey Xanxus doesn't separate you two together in his mind, you both are a one Superbia homunculus in his mind. Maybe that's why Xanxus with Squalo's s/o feels so....included for all three of you compared to other way around lol

• Even your jokes are on the same line istg

• Xanxus feels even...bittersweet.

• He is...kinda cautious? He knows Squalo is capable of getting out from the devil himself (remember how may times he "died" in manga lol), but you...well...he double checks every visit. Xanxus is very brutal and, unbothered and nonchalant but very smart. Makes sure no one is on his tail.

• Don't get me wrong, it's not in a sweet family way, but you kinda start having dinners together? Both are bitching around but you notice in the end they start having a human conversation instead of their regular unga-bunga

• Xanxus likes this

• Xanxus feels home

• Unlike Squalo, he can't show his devotion to save his life, so you just know there is a "useful friend of a friend that can solve some problems with a call". But I'll tell you, Xanxus will double-check if something is serious, not just throw problems as subordinates.

• Mafia is not flowers and sunshine. Those two have had a conversation "what to do if Squalo dies". Xanxus probably threw a glass at him and said to not be an idiot, but he didn't say no. You're the first person he can call at least an acquaintance, so...

• Well, that counts when we talk about older Xanxus, I'm sure he is mellowed out by that time (+ just enough time for you and Squalo to establish your relationship)

• He's not the type to get over at 2am if there's a problem lol. Maybe he can miss a call cause he's a heavy sleeper. But if anything, you have his subordinates at your place.

• He will teach you to drink. Will laugh his ass off when you fail to beat his ass at drinking competition again and Squalo is having a heart stroke on the background

• Xanxus will turn you in a copy of himself just to piss ofs Squalo lol

• You learning his mood by the intonation he says 'trash'

• Also you calling him janitor or sum in return. Varia horrified you dare to do this, and Xanxus laughing. He still shoots your way though...

• If you're not Italian, you MUST teach him swearing on your native language. Also tell him if there is any local alcohol (of course)

• "Yeah, I teached him coupla words", you laugh, looking obviously happy being a useful friend and having a surprisingly cozy chat with Xanxus.

Squalo is very confused by that. "What the fuck, but he DOES know this language already?"

• I'm sorry but so many sex jokes. Xanxus doesn't give a shit what you do there in the bedroom (until you invite him over ahaha joke unless), but he's going to be a little shit

• Xanxus is 12 yo btw.

• "Can you suck him off so he shuts the fuck up or smth?"

• LITERALLY LOOKING AT SQUALO "NO BITCHES????"

• This idiot fools around sometimes and throws 9-yo-school-bully insults lol

• "He said he wants to marry /insert random woman name/ when he grows up". 25+ y/o Squalo looking at him just:

🧍

• I hope you two have a cat. Xanxus will feed it. Raw meat and everything a fluffy boy shouldn't but it's Xanxus we're talking about. Literally a teenage edgy teen "ITS NOT A PHASE MOM" at your house.

• Naps on your bed ONLY to leave hiss smell of tabaco, whiskey and a heavy cologne. He 100% heehaws thinking about this - Squalo will NEVER be able to have sex if there is reminding him of Xanxus, like an instant turn off. You always try to complain to Xanxus about this absurd situation but start laughing to the point of crying, Xanxus becomes HYSTERICAL at these moments.

• He will teach you how to shoot. Usually he just drinks there and says you're pathetic while you try. But he keeps inviting you himself, so....Xanxus is a little sappy shit. You only use Squalo's photos as a target, so you get sad a bit and probably tell your boyfriend afterwards. He will say he wants to kill you both or smth.

• Xanxus bringing you ideas in your bed. "Hey so you can tie him up and beat to death as a foreplay".

• He will make you rank up bodies of other women he finds hot. Also if you're a girls' girl, Xanxus will ruin this completely. Basically like "just by looking at her tell be if she's a bitch"

• Xanxus enjoys if you talk shit about someone cause he is the same way.

• He will drag you into his shitty gang ideas. If Squalo could go gray-headed again, he would.

• Squalo looking at you both beaten up anf almost getting caught by the police: "why are you like this."

• To be honest, you may be having a serious talk with your man. Squalo is unironically worried, he did a LOT to keep you away from mafia but here you are. If you are very good at convincing (20 CHA lol), he can just a little bit become convinced that you getting hardened can be useful for mafia life "just in case".

• Also MAYBE he can notice the influence Xanxus has on you. Feminine clothes change to leather jackets and grunge, your knuckles even being bloody way too often, you may be smoking more frequently. Squalo is kind of chill with you finding you identity, but if you start wearing feathers in your hair HE LOOSES HIS MIND

• Xanxus will personally train you, if you ever discover your flame. They will have a fight about this with Squalo.

• Xanxus is proud of you tho. One day he will say this, I'm sure

• People know your bond, they know he does appreciate your opinion even in Varia business, and even anything happened he knows Varia is in the right hand - Squalo is more than competent and there is a little angry copy of himself so Xanxus' spirit always haunts Vongola till the end of time. hehe

• You are a badass little sis. He has never had a family, but that...feels nice.

#khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #varia x reader #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus x reader #squalo x reader

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an-au-blog · 2 years ago

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Omg!

Really loved the idea of East blue asylum. I have a few questions about it! (If you are willing to hear me out of thought about it, haha) First. Is Sabo really dead or is something like in the Canon where Luffy (and Ace before whatever happened to him) thought he was, but he actually wasn't? (A part of me would love the latter, but the first scenario is also very plausible). Second, I'm wondering about the other East blue villains? We know about Arlong, but the rest? (This isn't me asking about Buggy, of course not, haha)

(Thought I have an idea about the clown also related with Shanks because Shuggy: He was previously interned right after Roger's death, and with help he was able to recover. Maybe that was the reason Shanks recommended the place to intern Luffy in first place, giving him his straw hat and assuring him they've seen each other again once he fully recovered, making a parallelism with the Canon. Now the clown (like Franky) is a volunteer that helps whenever he could and Luffy loves to bicker with him because of his funny reaction about his red nose.)

Anyway! You can take it or not! He could also be a patient, I think that could work too!

Thanks for sharing the idea!

Oh! I'm happy you liked it!

Sabo is considered dead in this au, and just like in the series, both Luffy and Ace had a hard time coping with it and could "see him" from time to time. Losing a second brother down the line was what made him snap. And although I kept Ace's death like in canon, I moved it around a bit to make it the reason to trigger Luffy's disorders. And the series starts when he comes into the hospital.

In reality, Sabo isn't really dead. He almost died in a house fire but by the time they rescued him he had hit his head and gotten temporary amnesia. He grew up trying to remember who he was and by the time he did, he felt like he abandoned his brothers and felt like he couldn't barge back into their lives. Luffy was going to become a firefighter because of what happened to Sabo and Ace was volunteering for safety patrols. They had entire lives that he was no longer part of, but he just couldn't resist going to the funeral. Good thing he managed to outrun his brother.

(for people with no context: here)

Technically, keeping Sabo dead would make more sense in the real world, but I think it'd be more interesting and a bit more sad if he wasn't and Luffy kept seeing him. The first time he saw him was a bit before Ace's death. He told his big brother but he just went "I know, I sometimes see him as well... Like a mirage of the kid we used to love," but Luffy's just like "No, I saw him as an adult! He was real!" And it was a bit concerning but they decided, oh well, he's been a bit of an odd child anyway. But then Ace died and Luffy ruined the funeral because he was supposedly chacing his other brother. It was bad enough that he went in a state of shock for a full three days, but this was too much... Everyone keeps telling him that they're both dead. Accidents happen. But he refuses to believe it and slowly starts creating this makeshift world to fit the trauma of losing his family.

It got worse when he found out he got admitted into a facility. I believe he goes to visit him later on under a fake name, but tells him that he can't tell anyone he's alive. He said it mainly because he knew they'd probably think he was losing progress and double his pills.

As for the rest of the villains (Buggy)... The marines are just guards who won't let him leave - or in Luffy's eyes, suppressing his freedom. (Except for Garp, he's just his grandpa and he's in the military in real life as well. He comes to visit his grandson whenever he can but it's very painful for him.) Axehand Morgan is just an asshole guard who got fired for abusive behavior. His son had the same internship that Koby did and they both left after a while but would come back after some time later.

For captain Kuro, I think he'd just be one of Usopp's lies. Maybe he was an ex of Kaya's (before Usopp came along) who used her for her money and he told this big story about how he tried to kill everyone and how he saved the day and was all heroic for Kaya and sent him running for the hills. Luffy liked it so much that he put his own little spin on it and added himself to the story.

As for Buggy, I honestly didn't really think about it. But if I had to, I initially thought he could be a patient, but I didn't like that, so I thought "Maybe a guard", but that wasn't fitting either. But I think I got it! What would make a kid believe someone is a rival, become an ally, back to annoying kinda rivals and so on and so forth? Well I think one of his favorite uncle's exes would do just fine.

Outside of Luffy's world, Shanks and Garp have a normal relationship of tough love, the only thing Garp blames him for is spoiling Luffy and Ace too much. The boys have lived with Shanks for a long time and had seen a lot of his love life. His first love - Buggy, who was a part-time clown for kids' parties. Makino - who was Luffy's favorite because she would cook him tasty food, unlike Shanks who only ordered takeout. Mihawk - the cool goth, who was neurodivergent, (so is Luffy) so there was a kind of unspoken bond there. And then Buggy again.

In my mind, Shanks ran back to him after Ace's death for comfort. Buggy, now grown with a real job and no longer a part-time clown, stayed in Luffy's mind the evil clown who loved money and that's why he broke Shanks's heart. (Or that's how he saw it...)

...

But then I read yours as well and I liked it! I like the idea of him getting help after Roger's death. I think that maybe him or a parental figure were afraid that he was too emotional and could potentially get depressed. So he went to see a psychiatrist and they decided it's best to take him in for a little while, just to make sure he handles grief in a healthy way that wouldn't be harmful to himself or people around him. Maybe that's why he broke up with Shanks. But he was too embarrassed to tell him that he had such a hard time handling death, so he lied about it. He lied and made up a different reason to leave.

And now that I think about it, this - him knowing how hard loss can be, could be the reason why he was so willing to welcome Shanks again. Because he's been there and he knows that it hurts less if there's someone next to you and he wants to be next to Shanks.

Thanks for the ask! I'd love answering any other additional questions if you or anyone has :))

#east blue asylum wing au #one piece au #asl brothers #shuggy #answers #op

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hotcat37 · 2 years ago

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Käärijä songs personified (pt.2)

Some more Kä songs with made up character traits :3 Maybe I should do the same for JO songs these are fun

Huhhahhei: -a hopeless romantic, pulls out roses from thin air -he always wears the leather coat and a Captain's hat -self proclaimed captain of his love boat (no one knows what boat he is referring to) -his date ideas include fishing, going to amusement parks and having sex -looks intimidating but he's actually very sweet and always in a good mood

Kiertävä Sirkus: -uses self deprecating humor to cope -will not flex about his money because he's broke as hell -there's a lot going on inside but he struggles to put his feelings into words so he'll resort to making monkey noises if he's feeling flustered -has very colorful makeup and clothes on, he'll always stand out -has a love/hate relationship with performing but you can rip that microphone from his cold dead hands

Paidaton Riehuja: -very body positive, he encourages anyone to take off their shirts like the shirtless guru he is -often seen walking around with a yellow plastic guitar, a weapon or an instrument? No one knows -I actually rlly like the idea of Paidaton!Käärijä specifically being trans, so he's transmasc with top surgery scars :3 -has tried taking up going to the gym several times but always ends up giving up -a bit of a himbo but he's got the spirit

Fantastista: -he looks like the Fantastista album cover (yes, he's literally black&white) -he's the youngest of the Kä's, even younger than Mic Mac Käärijä -very stubborn and determined to get his way, ends most demands with "It's a threat👺" -as bratty as he is, he's also quite thoughtful and always makes sure to keep things quiet for the neighbors past 22:00 -quite reckless, constantly has to be dragged out of mosh pits and fights

Menestynyt yksilö: -very bitter about the past, he gets caught up on all the time he's lost -he may be a bit depressing but conversations with him are real as fuck and he gives excellent life advice -has a big soft spot for dogs and would like to get one some day -very pessimistic about the future, especially once he's had a few drinks in him -honestly just needs a hug

Auto Jää: -absolutely insufferable, do not pair him with Urheilujätkä!Käärijä or you have two over energetic men that will cause chaos -always wears the black/pink ski jacket -he's quite childish but also very responsible, will fuck you up if you even consider drunk driving -give this man a bottle of champagne and everything will be flooded within seconds -just happy to be here

Viulunkieli: -one of the few Kä's that isn't completely broke, gets a reasonable paycheck -he's quite sensitive to people's moods and gets nervous when he picks up on tension -very close with Välikuolema!Käärijä, they get along well -his plans to have a fun night out usually don't go so well 😅 -keeps talking about this mysterious figure called Kari, no one has seen the man before

Rock Rock: -very self confident, is always talking abt how much he loves his mom -has some kind of fascination with construction cranes -very bouncy and is often hopping all over the place -he exagarates his own success but, well, as long as he's happy.... -prone to babbling and talking really fast

Online: -is very openly anti social media -however the reason he's so vocal about not being in online spaces is because he can get addicted very easily so he tries to keep himself from falling back into internet addiction by talking smack about it -communicates mostly through written letters and maybe if you're lucky you can have the number to his landline phone -is the least pale of the Käärijä's, actually goes on proper vacations -he uses a Polaroid camera if he wants to take pictures somewhere

Nou Roblem: -bro has sunglasses on at all times to disguise the European gay porn sadness in his eyes -"I don't have a problem haha" (guy who has a lot of problems) -rides a moped around -is often hungry, pls feed the man -consequences always come back to bite him in the ass no matter how much he tries to play it cool

#Käärijä #This reads like those Undertale AUs where everyone gets obsessed with the amount of Sanses there are lol #Käärijä personified #For fun teehee #Tag yourself I'm Huhhahhei

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ranger-kellyn · 8 months ago

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one of the sections of my suki fic's outline that i'm really excited to work on next month ovo/

Expanding on Suki training Sokka, a day or two into training-

• One of the hilltop dojos that has an incredible view, they mutually come unglued. While not an entire pushover this time, Suki still ends up putting Sokka into submission. (i wish there was a better phrase but also i mean. yeah.) • While slamming his face into the mat, harder than she knows is okay, “And you don’t even understand the risk I’m taking for you!” She keeps her grip on his wrists behind his back, digging in almost enough to hurt. “Some dumb boy outsider, who has no respect for anyone but himself, so he has no understanding of the risk I’m taking for him.” • “Oh, please!” He tries to push up, but she’s got him pinned with all her weight. “The second I’m gone, you’re gonna go back to the Kyoshi warriors and you’re all gonna laugh and joke and be like ‘haha, hey, remember that dumb boy you beat up? Wasn’t that so funny? Tell us how you beat him up, Suki!’” he says in a falsetto. • “No,” she hisses. “The second you leave they’re all going to start questioning me. I’m gonna have to justify myself to all of the other warriors why I would break over 100 years of tradition of never teaching boys how to fight…” She relaxes her grip, exhaustion setting in. “And if they don’t like my reasoning, they could decide I'm no longer fit to be the leader…I’m a young captain, Sokka. I’m sure they’re already thinking I’m just being a boy-crazy teenager. An embarrassment to Rei’s legacy, and an embarrassment to Avatar Kyoshi’s legacy.” • She lets go of him, putting distance between them as she goes to sit on the edge of the porch. “All because I did what I thought was best.” • Sokka takes a minute to collect himself, rubbing his neck as he joins her, sitting further away. “…Why are you training me?” • She straightens herself out, and as she speaks, Sokka wonders how many times she’s already gone over this speech in her head. • “I am the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors, the living legacy of Avatar Kyoshi. Aang is not her, but I am choosing to believe that his spirit knew the Avatar would be safe here. Kyoshi didn’t know she was the Avatar until she was 16– he’s, what?” • “12,” Sokka huffs. • “12. Exactly. He’s the only living airbender– Kyoshi still had her firebending sifu, Rangi, and her daofei teachers.” She looks over at him, her expression unreadable to him. “What’s the name of your village?” • “Wolf Cove…?” • “All Aang seems to have is a waterbender who can’t bend, and the 'strongest warrior' from Wolf Cove.” The way she says it feels like a gut punch. “I can’t teach either of them bending, but I can at least try to teach the warrior how to actually keep them safe until they get to the Northern Water Tribe. I’m teaching you for the sake of the Avatar.” She crosses her arms. “I can’t leave the island, but I can at least do everything I can for Avatar Kyoshi’s reincarnation while he's here.”

#my fics #wip #writing tag #november novel #this is just a small snapshot obv but MAN i'm just. really enjoying expanding the warriors of kyoshi episode #and digging into suki's character has been sO MUCH FUN #AH i hope i can do her justice

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the-last-patch · 7 months ago

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<< Hey, Opossum! You’re okay! Have to admit, I was worried there for a moment. It’s Hachiko again, by the way.

Trapped inside a chassis…lemme read up for a second.

So, for facilitating egress, hydraulic cutters are best due to the limited cutting angle and lack of fragmentation and heating you’d see in those saws and plasma torches. If they do use torches and saws to breach the chassis, they need to be really, really careful. The nonstandardized designs in HORUS PGs can be tricky, variable material thickness and all…but I’m sure you guys know this already. Sorry. Just wish I could help. Kinda feel useless unless I’m working the problem, you know? My first thought was to provide direct counterintrusion support, but your omni connection is unfortunately a bit low-bandwidth for that. At least you’ve got a signal, though!

…you said your parents were SSC affiliates? I’m actually a Constellar hound myself. NHP, fighter jockey. What about you, where are you from? If you ever happen to be in Constellar space once all this blows over, you’re more than welcome to drop me a line.

Also, what’s the interest in cassette tapes? That’s some seriously ancient tech. Older than my entire species, come to think of it. You an Old Cradle buff?

Hang in there. You’ll be through this with a paycheck to boot soon enough. Hachi out. >>

@luna-wing-cns274

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Ah Hachiko, nice to hear from you again! I appreciate the worry, and the advice too! It would be great if we could get a pair of cutters, but the nature of our op out here means no printers anywhere near base. Our target has some pretty nasty tricks to ruin our day if we rely too heavily on them. “Hotshot” suggested using his Tokugawa’s torch to get me out, but everyone immediately recognized that would be a horrible idea. As for you feeling useless, don’t sweat it! Just chatting with me is helping me keep my cool a bit, I might be an accomplished Lancer and Merc, but even I get nervous in situations like these. I don’t know exactly what you meant by “counterinteusion support”, but given that it seems to involve omnihooks I wouldn’t recommend it. That lich screwed something up in mine, and that’s what led to the situation I’m in now.

<“Opossum” coughs slightly, as if clearing his throat, but not quite.>

It’s getting a little stuffy in here haha…anyways, you wanna know about my parents? I do too honestly, never got to spend much time with them. They decided I was “inferior” the week I was born and sold me off to the highest bidder. Lucky for me the captain had always wanted a kid, and pitied my situation. He picked me up and raised me as his own, raised me as a Mercenary! That being said, as far as I know I have no other ties to SSC, and don’t really have a home either. I grew up on The “Patchwork Banner”, the humble flagship of PMC. Also the only ship in our fleet. People often don’t believe that story though, I’m rather short for someone raised in the vacuum! I’ll definitely swing by next time I’m in constellar space though, I promise!

Now for the question I’m most excited to answer, the reason for my cassette obsession! You see, PMC is made up of people who don’t belong anywhere else. Whether it be excruciating hardship, witnessing incomprehensible horrors, or even just being picked up as a baby like I was. A crew like that tends to pick up some weird cargo, and it was while rummaging through that cargo I found my first tape. It’s scratched to hell, and quite frankly is in terrible condition, but despite that I built a makeshift player and took a listen. It was haunting. I was listening to the voice of a person long dead, and longer forgotten. The singer could never have even comprehended the times we live in now, yet their words resonated deep within me. It’s that reason I collect cassettes, to hear the voices of the forgotten. To give them a chance to be remembered again.

I don’t think you’ll be forgetting them anytime soon either.

P.XV “Opossum”, dozing off

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