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requiemofrebellion · 9 months

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@deathfavor ― * ― Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

📜 give it to me for them all ( or as many as you wanna do )

Draken, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Hanma: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Draken, with the tone of someone who is used to Hanma: Outstanding. Draken: This is what I’m talking about people.

Hanma: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Draken, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Hanma: Hanma: fsh

Kazutora: Is something burning? Hanma: Just my love for you. Kazutora: Hanma, the toaster is on fire.

Hanma: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Kazutora: You need to stop.

Kisaki: Hanma was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some. Hanma: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it. Kisaki: Hanma, you ate a chair.

Hanma: You saved me. I owe you my life. Kisaki: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Kisaki, tending to Kazutora's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Kazutora: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Kazutora, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Kisaki. Kisaki: How did you do that without turning around? Kazutora: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Hanma, to Kazutora: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Kazutora, motioning to themself and Kisaki: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Hanma: What did you do with Kisaki's body? Kazutora: What didn’t I do with the body? Hanma: Kazutora: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

Izana: I’m going to take you out Mikey: great, it’s a date! Izana: I meant that as a threat. Mikey: See you at five!

Mikey: I prevented a murder today. Izana: Really? How’d you do that? Mikey: self control.

Izana: Kakucho! My face is on fire! Kakucho: Izana! Are you ok?! Izana: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly. Kakucho: But your face is on fire. Izana: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

Kakucho: Violence isn't the answer. Izana: You’re right. Kakucho: *sighs in relief* Izana: Violence is the question. Kakucho: What? Izana, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Kakucho, running after them: NO-

Izana: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three- Izana and Hanma, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Kisaki: Our turn, Kakucho! One, two, three- vanilla! Kakucho, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Kakucho: *Screams* Izana: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Kisaki: Should we do something?! Hanma, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Mikey: Care for another sundae, weenie? Izana: I am not a weenie! Kisaki: Relax, you’re among friends. *raises their drink* Izana: My friends don’t hang out at Weenie Hut Jr’s. Hanma: You tell ‘em, Izana! *sips their drink* Izana: Hanma, what’re you doing here? Hanma: I’m always here on Double Weenie Wednesdays.

Mikey: Tonight, one of you will betray us. Izana: Is it me, Mikey? Mikey: No, it’s not you. Kisaki: Is it me, Mikey? Mikey: It’s not you either. Hanma: Is it me, Mikey? Mikey: Mikey, mockingly: Is IT mE Mikey?

Mikey: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Kisaki will and will not eat. Izana: Grass? Yes! Mikey: Moss? Yes!! Izana: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Mikey: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Izana: Worms? Sometimes! Mikey: Rocks? Usually nah. Izana: Twigs? Usually! Mikey: Kakucho's cooking? Inconclusive! Hanma: How did you… test this? Mikey: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it. Hanma: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Kakucho: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Kakucho: What does 'take out' mean? Izana: Food. Mikey: Dating Hanma: Murder Kisaki: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Hanma: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Kakucho: What did you do? Hanma: Nobody died. Kakucho: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Kakucho: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Hanma: You mean literally or figuratively? Kakucho: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Hanma: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Chifuyu: Wasn't Kazutora with you? Kazutora: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Chifuyu: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited Hanma: If? Kazutora: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

Chifuyu: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Hanma: Only if you also don't ask why Hanma: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick. Chifuyu: Hanma: Chifuyu: This one is fine

Hanma: Do you take constructive criticism? Chifuyu: I only take cash or credit.

Hanma: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Lamia: Twelve, actually. Hanma: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Lamia: Yours! Hanma: That's right: no one's.

Lamia: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Hanma: You and me!!! Lamia, tearing up: Okay.

Chifuyu: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Serpent: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Serpent: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut... Chifuyu: You would eat yourself? Serpent: I wouldn’t even question it.

Machi: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume? Chrollo: *chugs entire bottle* Chrollo: It’s perfume.

Chrollo: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Machi: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Chrollo, desperately, as Machi bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Machi: Oh! B positive. Chrollo: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Machi:

Shinya: *Gets down on one knee* Byakkomaru: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. Shinya: *Falls over* Byakkomaru: The poison is kicking in.

Byakkomaru: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Shinya: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

Shinya: This is such a bad idea. Horn: Then why are you coming along? Shinya: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Horn: You often use humor to deflect trauma Shinya: Thank you Horn: I didn't say that was a good thing Shinya: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Killua: I actually have a black belt. Kalluto: In what, karate? Killua: No, from Gucci.

Kalluto: I turned out perfectly fine! Killua: Kalluto, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Kalluto: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Inui: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Izana: It’s not a joke. Izana: *sniffles* Izana: I’m a legit snack.

Izana: Am I going too far? Inui: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Draken: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Kazutora: What's that? Draken: Remorse code. Kazutora: I'm even angrier now.

Kazutora, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Draken, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Kazutora: I'm incredibly fast at math. Mikey: Alright, what's 30x17? Kazutora: 47 Mikey: That's not even close. Kazutora: But it was fast.

Mikey: What’s up guys? I’m back. Kazutora: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Mikey: Death is a social construct.

Mikey: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Hanma: Mikey, that's a coma. Mikey: Sounds festive.

Hanma: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Mikey: Go the fuck to sleep Hanma: What gif I don't want to? Mikey: Fuck You

#I BELIEVE I DID THEM ALL AND NO I AM NOT TAGGING IT WITH EVERY MUSE OMG #;; crack #deathfavor #i am crying and laughing and some of these are omg dffdgs spot on some of them LMAO

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averlym · 1 year

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a word to the wise sometimes the only true rest is looking beyond what you thought was success

so true! adamandi is full of wise advice such as this, including: "and you'll never feel better if you - fucking die- you stupid ass!"

#these are all very good reminders. especially during exam season (i am suffering. but at least i'm working on art coursework so it's #suffering i love.) guys i have maybe a bit too many thoughts on ambrose. sculpture. and ceramics. and studio. in my art student 3d era rn #tmr it's black and white 2d so it's vincent vibes instead... anyways. in my breaks i ended up brainstorming more doodles again so..#anywaysndhfnfjfhf sorry to detract! but like these two quotes are holding my sanity intact i think.#at this point even without listening to the live soundtrack it sounds in my head so. lasting impressions i guess. every time i get anxious #' you'll never get better if you fucking die'' sounds in my head and i go ''ah yes there's a whole life outside''#continuing this ramble you ever think how vincent went from you'll never get better if you fucking die to '' first i chose my friend #ambrose for my debut :DD'' realll quick. or also how this principle worked for when he was talking to ambrose about it and then. for himself #he didn't want to get better. he wanted quincy to get better and so '' you'll never get better if you die'' held through to the end #it just wasn't a mentality that saved him... god that screws me up. so many thoughts.#anyways anon!!!! thank you for sending this :3 made my day <33 very vibes #going to put the soundtrack on and power through studio again.. :3 adamandi asks are welcomed ngl teehee #ask me stuff???#on another note sometimes it's so surreal that actors are real people... i guess the magic of theatre is that it makes the characters come #to life.. like i believe actors are real. and deserve to be treated like people. for the record. but also when consuming media and it's the #suspension of disbelief? these are Real Characters i can't believe that someone who isn't them is making these sounds and doing these things #it's so insane. incredible. idk i just have very high admiration for the cast and idk how i got here even... akshdjdhdf #<blinks> they did such a good job akdhdnfhfbgfhff ok bye #first time i swear in the actual post on this blog and not in the tags... of course

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give-grian-rights · 11 months

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YOOOOOO I'VE SEEN SOME OF MY MUTUALS AND PEOPLE i FOLLOW REBLOG YOU, BUT I DIDN'T YOU WERE PART OF A FRC TEAM LETS GOOOOOO

YEAHHHHH im trying to get back into mentoring this year but college has me girlrotting. i love competitions i love FRC i love robots i love Dean Kamen i love the spirit i want to be buried in the pits

even if sometimes i remember that there's teams literally sponsored by NASA and i want to put my head into a wall. like CONGRATULATIONS. IM VERY HAPPY FOR YOU. but on the otherhand jeez ain't it great that you have several hundred thousand dollars and NASA engineers volunteering for you. thats very ethical

like obviously they cant just bar NASA engineers and other highly skilled individuals from volunteering because its GREAT that they want to be involved but also its just funny.

#as someone who did awards. its really hard to not see chairmans/impact videos and see how they won because they have so much money #'we flew every member of our high school robotics team to a third world country and taught them STEM!' first of all .#i dont know if i believe you. second of all. WITH WHAT FUNDS?#my brother whos an alumni and retired driver :handshake: me who's an alumni and retired awards writer and spokesperson #shaking with rage at seeing a team getting probably multi-million dollar scholarships a year win Our Thing #not very first positive in the tags but i love you. i love you if you're a big team and i am very happy for you #and i love first and there's no fixing this issue #but i will talk about this to everyone i know because WHATT #IMAGINE IF A HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM GOT MENTORED AND SPONSORED BY HTE NFL??#actually that might be a thing already im not into sports #frc robotics #omgrobots #mika-posts

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zipquips · 1 month

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feeling incredibly unprepared for my med appointment today

#i only have original copies of my diagnosis documents #because i can't get my printer to work #and i have nothing but the cvs app to prove my prescription #and i can't even take a screenshot of that because it's blocked due to policy on android #supposedly that's to protect someone taking my info ig #but it's me! i want to take my own info!#all of the papers i have show my meds at a lower dose #idk #i'm hoping if they take my docs they'll make copies (i'm gonna ask or else i won't hand my docs over)#but like idk what to do about my med dosage though #i did write down my mental health treatment history + why i want to see this provider + how each diagnosis effects me so i don't forget #anything #i'm just really nervous #because i am going into the appointment with one of my main goals being adhd meds #and i'm just afraid that that's too suspicious #even though i have a diagnosis and need them #idk i just fear getting denied because i come across wrong idk #and one of my important papers has an incorrect diagnosis on it but i still need to give the papers for the other info on it #<- i got a borderline diagnosis from someone one time and that's the thing some people do when they see non-men with autism #because obviously autism is only for little boys #so like i don't have bpd #but that says i do #but every other provider has said no you don't #but i have nothing documenting the no you don'ts #so like i just need them to believe me because i exhibit no symptoms of it #but i'm terrified they won't believe me #sorry this is so so so so much rambling i am so so so so nervous for this #all of these tags are such great evidence for the anxiety disorder i have a diagnosis for lmaooooooooooooooooooo i hate it here #zip quips

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yo9urt · 9 months

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beat beegee three last night!

#mine #VERY LONG TAG RAMBLE INCOMING. WATCH OUT #anyway. i was and am absolutely blown away #i understood why its so beloved basically as soon as i started playing it but by the time i got to the end iw as like yeah #this deserves goty and all the actors and writers and everyone who worked on it deserves every award and 1 trillion dollars #it could be because of recency bias lol but i think late act 3 ended up being my favorite section of the game #which i wasnt expecting! lots of people seem to dislike it and i understand why (frame drops + overwhelming amount of content etc.)#but idk i really loved it. the iron throne and house of hope alone (i did those a couple days ago) were STELLAR #yesterday's tasks included killing gort and then going to the morphic pool and finishing the game and i was just enraptured the whole time #the morphic pool and everything that comes after it were just INCREDIBLE #one of the things that stuck out to me the most about the game the entire time i played it but *ABOVE ALL* in act 3 #was the way it makes the stakes feel REAL #the companions are so well written and well acted that i felt genuine attachment to them and they had huge emotional impacts on me #like when i got to the pool i was actually kind of afraid of whatever was coming (i had a rough idea of WHO i would meet)#(but not what would happen or how the fights would go)#and when i turned to my companions and i was like umm. do you think we can do this #and shart was like yes we can :) think of everything we did. that wasn't luck that was US #and la3'z3l was like 'THE GITH WILL BE FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' i was like YES MAAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#and i felt so reinvigorated like i was still nervous but i was like well if they believe in me i can do anything #and i am #1 lae'zel defender (not that she needs a defender because shes insane in battle but you know)#so when she was like WE WILL WIN i was like OKAY!! YES WE WILL!! WHATEVER YOU SAY MAAM!! I LOVE YOU!!!#shes so cool shes like my awesome best friend who is not real but i love her anyway #shart is also my best friend but in a different way (i like to think her and my character just bonded really hard over the course of the st #ry especially both being half elves idk i just love them and by the end it seemed like they built a really beautiful friendship)#anyway back on topic. the stakes felt real because of the companions AND because of the npcs and attention to detail #for rp purposes i had my character keep a few notes in his inventory that were just from random unspecified npcs #but they were like 'dont let gortash win' 'i dont want to die to the absolute cult' etc. as like a remember what you're fighting for thing #i just felt so strongly pulled into the world of the game the whole time especially at the end i was like holy fuck #i gotta save all these people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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crystalkleure · 2 years

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>“What are your favourite animals” >*Lists off almost exclusively creatures that most people are afraid of or think are gross [or both], for the given “I am offended on their behalf, they are simply vibing” reason* “...And also dogs!”

One Of Those Things Is Not Like The Others, except it actually is because I was raised by my mother and my mother fucking hates [read: is afraid of] dogs, especially the big ones. When I was a kid I asked for a pet dog once and she got me two cats instead.

#.It speaks #About me #I am about to bitch in the tags #Animal abuse //#Child abuse //#She HATES hates dogs. I have to listen to her seethe about how much she hates dogs every time the subject of ''dogs'' gets brought up.#She says they're 1. dangerous and 2. ''too clingy and emotionally needy''#She doesn't like affectionate animals [or people] because they're ''manipulative'' [her words] and thus revolting #She likes cats because ''It's so cute. They think they're so independent and don't need me but they would DIE without me.''#Her smug words once again. She does NOT believe me when I try to tell her cats are social animals too.#They literally are affectionate they just don't show it the same way dogs do. Different body language.#Essentially she likes cats because they make her feel Superior™. Bit fucked up!#Psychology fun fact btw. People who like things other people find repulsive [ahem] aren't necessarily just being contrarians.#Sometimes it's a sympathy/relatability thing because the person themself has been made to feel repulsive/hated #Guess what happens when a small child's primary caregiver -- the only person who is raising them -- thinks love and crying are manipulative #I have DID :)#Another reason my mother hates dogs is because they can maul her much worse than a cat can if she kicks them #I think one bit her once. We USED to have two dogs when I was very small.#She was always really mad at them for ''Taking up all of everyone's attention'' and liked to drag them around by their collars #And she wondered why Lorraina had anxiety issues and chewed the furniture.#Lorraina and Frosty were both just kind of uh. Gone one day.#Mom also declaws her cats. I don't understand why vets are even still willing to do that. It's extremely inhumane.

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fadingstrawberrynightmare · 3 months

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order of writing. below is first. tags second. picture of text from friend and text after it are last.

by anticipating my needs when you thought I was distressed you are continuing to carve a place in my heart

I do think I would be at my best with two. specifically these two.

my friend is right. but do I even have the capacity to employ this in a way that allows me to enjoy you in all of the ways that I want

#I can't believe you were there. I can't believe I walked around the corner and there you were and I had to stop and fall against the wall #i/Y #and then you come around the corner when I'm starting to stim cuz I'm struggling and then your lips are brushing my neck and i. ofk #you came and found me again outside #God I feel so stupid doing this sometimes #every time I start to feel too much my brain goes. that's stupid. what are you doing? to which I think well he is displaying x #so I view him as x. And I'm not supposed to but I can't help it. especially with wonderful! I think you are and the continuous care #You keep making an effort to be there and my heart. My heart looks at you and sees boyfriend. And when I get weird like I was by your car #it's because my wires are too crossed to really be able to connect all of those things and I am just I don't know. work isn't a safe place #it's so stupid thinking these things and feeling them because we haven't even spent any time together in my brain is going when you do #it's going to change because you're going to be too much and he's going to view you differently. and and then and then it's just going to b #You and your stupid stupid heart and you did it to yourself #I'm getting closer to setting a movie date night. I need our in-person selves to match up like we do over chat and text. or not..#if I reject myself first in this it will hurt less when you do #I am so tired of being this mess of a person #it's truly not who I am and I feel like you've seen that with us chatting . And as amazing as you were today #I feel like it's it's a good example of why I'm not good enough for you. And that's not a nice way to say it. I know. but today has been so #part of me wishes I could just stop because of a part of my heart that's going. he's going to leave just like everyone else.why wouldn't he #I hate feeling like too much and not enough all at the same time #Tumblr only recognizes the first five tags for searching purposes but #🌌#eta - that smile from what was it last week on the Friday when I came around the corner at work? how that's when I knew how I felt for sure #You absolutely bowl me over every time I see you and you look at me like that that softness that affection I'm dead #not me wanting to delete all of this and turn inward to isolate because I'm afraid that I am predicting the future correctly 💀🙄

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aroaceofthesea · 8 months

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WHAT the fuck was this last pjo ep about

#pjo tv show spoilers ahead (tagging for the show is kinda rude right?)#what do you mean ''kronos is back'' ''oh ok thanks for the info'' what is that about #and why tf does luke's sword open portals that sounds suspiciously like that green thing in the movie #istg every episode makes me hate this show more #the movies may be bad but at least we got cool water powers #AND THEY DIDNT EVEN KILL GABE ON PURPOSE???#ngl im so mad about this show i would prefer if they had never made it ughh #the movies were bad but at least everyone aknowledged that now i gotta see people beign like oooh i love the showw like. shut. the. fuck. u #the show is just as bad as the movies imo idgaf that rick riordan worked on it #<- and that is something i will die mad about because it had so much potential #we didnt even get to see cool water powers there was just a big wave once and thats. it.#how tf did they spend so much on a show like this. barely any fight scenes a fade out every time percy is supposed to use his powers #seriously what did they do with all the money #i will obviously watch s2 if they ever make it but seriously fuck them i am a full time believer that the show sucks as much as the movies #mine #rant

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melodic-melovin · 11 months

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The real question is if when Один Не Один releases on November 14th I can pull the same stunt I did when Ghost's Hunter's Moon came out and play it literally so much it gets added to this year's Spotify Wrapped a month before the cutoff point. I'm already insane about this song just from previews.

#honestly ever since it came out that Spotify lets artists see the names of playlists you add them to #I have wondered if Mel ever noticed the fact that I add literally every last one of his songs to a playlist just for him #and what he makes of the fact that it's called “HE DESERVED BETTER”#I may not post about him as much or listen as religiously but like...he's still my boy! my special boy!!!#when the UK did that self-fellating thing during ESC this year highlighting Ukranian artists #(self-fellating in that they were basically going 'look how kind and generous we are hosting because poor Ukraine can't due to the war')#(and it just came off as so smug and condescending and I also believe they think they deserved the win last year so that made it worse)#(p.s. they didn't we all know even if Ukraine didn't bring fire Spain's hypnotic ass and Norwegian meme wolves deserved it more)#ANYWAY #so when Mel was mentioned briefly in the ESC Ukraine highlight I was like 'THERE HE IS! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH THERE HE IS IT'S MY BOY!'#because like...yeah maybe there are better UA artists or more well-known ones but he's the most important (to me)#I wish I could muster the same enthusiasm I used to have for you. it's so hard now. but you got me through such a rough time.#maybe you'll do it again #anyway sorry for rambling in the tags I'm having A Moment at 12:43 AM here #not mel stuff

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urfriendlywriter · 4 months

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20 angsty romance prompts part 2

(feel free to use <33 tag me when yall writeeee)

crying in your lover's arms

^ face buried in their chest, while their heart breaks at your every sob :(

"i wish i loved you less." but it is spat at the other person angrily, immediately being regretted after the words leave their mouth.

watching them cry and not knowing what to do (ouch-)

"why do you love me when you know i can't- shouldn't love you back?"

"you messed me up, you fcked me over and what- how dare i? how dare fckn you!"

"i am sorry. i am so so.. so.. sorry. please.. let me go."

"don't you dare do this to me- No! No, no, no, no- nono, hey, please!!"

"... why can't.. anybody see--that... I'm tired?... " (if written write, this wud traumatize me)

"I'm done waiting for you, [name]."

them literally on their knees, "please, please--just please trust me! Why is it so hard for you to believe me once?"

^ "how many times do i have to get hurt by trusting you!!?"

"i am not sorry that i don't love you. I'm sorry that you don't love yourself."

"i loved you, believe me. i did. then you turned into someone else, someone... scary."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP HURTING ME? why--why am i the one.. always losing everything..?"

"listen to me-" "No, no!" "my dear, i swear, that isn't what i meant." "oh yeah? i don't think so. you were pretty loud and clear back there."

"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, [name]."

hands trembling while holding their pale, bloodied face, "k-keep your eyes open, for fucks sake! PLEASE-please please, talk to me."

"promise me you'll be okay, and that you'll keep living. moving on, even without me." "only if you do the same." (this happened irl yall)

"you saved me then killed me all over again."

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thinkinonsense · 1 month

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I KNEW YOU IN ANOTHER LIFEᰔ

dp&w!logan howlett x past wife!reader

cw: mostly angst, some fluff, sorta mean logan, cussing.

wc: 800+

a/n: this is inspired by a one-shot I read a while back but I cannot remember who wrote it. If anyone knows, please please please let me know in the comments so I can give them credit <3 update!!! this is it!!

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The last person you thought you would find here in the void is Logan. There has never been a Wolverine in here. You almost didn't believe it when you found out; needing to see him for yourself. And here he was. Right in front of you, the Logan you grieved all those years ago. The one who stole your heart.

Your Logan.

"And who the fuck are you?" He barked, pushing you away from him.

Those words broke your heart the second they left his lips.

Wade smacks Logan, informing him of your past together. Logan looked like he didn't believe Wade at first. You were way too beautiful for any version of him, Logan thought. What would someone like you want with a man like him?

Tears well up in your eyes as you leave, not wanting it to sting anymore. Laura follows you, glaring at the man who looked like her father. Logan didn't seem to care about the new information, instead reaching for another one of Gambit's bottles.

"I'm sorry, mom," Laura whispers, wrapping her arms around you.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'm not sure what I expected to happen." You sniffle. "He just looks so much like him."

"I know."

Suddenly, Laura stood up and stomped out the door to confront the man who upset her mother. She found Logan sitting outside alone by the fire.

"Look kid, I'm not the man you and your mother think I am." Logan sighs, not even bothering to turn around to check if it's Laura.

"You made her cry," Laura hissed, ignoring his previous comment. Logan looked up at the young girl almost apologetically before shaking his head. "Her Logan would have never made her cry."

Logan felt a sharpness in his stomach at the news. Deep down, he wondered if you two were together at some point. He doubted it though because you looked out of his league. If a past version of him managed to marry you then maybe he did some good during his time.

"If you two haven't noticed, I'm the worst Logan apparently."

"You don't have to be."

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It's late when you finally stumble out of bed, not able to sleep. Hours of tossing and turning, trying to get Logan out of your mind. This felt like a cruel joke on your poor heart. You know it's unfair to have him pretend to be your Logan but you desperately wanted it to be him.

All of your memories together haunt your mind like a graveyard. Sweet Sundays spent wrapped in sheets. How he kissed your face every morning, had you wear his dog tags, and ride on the back of his motorcycle. You would give anything to get just one of those moments back.

"What are you doin' awake?"

The voice behind you caused you to jump slightly. A hand coming to rest on your back. You turn around, face-to-face with Logan.

"Can't sleep." You shrugged, opening the freezer to pull out a container of strawberry ice cream.

"That shit won't help you sleep." He grunts, sitting at the table. You ignore his grumpiness and continue scooping the ice cream into a bowl.

"Can we talk?" Logan didn't look you in the eyes as he spoke. Too ashamed of his actions earlier.

"I suppose so." You shrugged, pulling the spoon from between your lips.

"Were we really married?"

You answer by pulling the chain around your neck for him to see. A small diamond ring dangled next to the dog tags he gave you. The moment he saw it, he felt like the biggest asshole who ever lived.

"How many years?" The words stung in his throat.

"Five."

"What was our life like?"

"Perfect." You smile softly down at your bowl. "At least it was to me."

"You did a good job with raising her." He muttered, referring to Laura.

"You would have to."

He's silent for a second, trying to wrap his mind around the idea of being a husband and a father. He wished he knew what it was like to be cared for as much as you cared for your Logan.

"You know, you have the same look in your eyes," Your voice was so quiet, stepping closer to him until you were in front of him.

Logan could see the desperation on your face as you stared at his lips. It would be wrong for him to toy with your widowed heart, but he wanted to be the man you needed. The man you deserved.

"I'm not him, sweetheart," He said, attempting to stop you before you hurt yourself. "And I don't want you to get hurt-"

"Please," You beg, eyes filling up with tears. "I don't care who you are. I just don't want it to hurt anymore."

You were slowly killing him. How could he say no to you? Even if he was the worst Logan, he has a heart. Which is why he lets you close the gap between the two of you. His hands are tangled in your hair while one of yours rests on his jaw before climbing into his lap.

For the first time in years, your heart began beating again. You and Logan could play pretend for now. Neither of you cared what would happen tomorrow, right now was all that mattered.

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peachpitfics · 4 months

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Endgame

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: Six years after you were married off to your Father's friend, you enter a period of mourning. As soon as it is societally acceptable, Benedict Bridgerton is in your foyer with a bouquet of flowers, amending a mistake he made all those years ago.

Length: 3.8k

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Death, mentions of sex work, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm.

a/n: This is part iii to Wildest Dreams & Loml, requested by anon here! This is the final part!

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Your father stood acrost from you, tears in his eyes, which seemed genuine, though they did leave you confused. He was more devastated by your elderly husband’s death than you were – they had been friends a very many years, even with an age gap between them. It was six years since you were married to Lord Roger Howard, six of the most gruelling years of your life, pretending to care remotely for such a wretched man.

“I apologise for this display” Father wiped his tears from his eyes.

“Fret not, he was your friend after all” You replied nonchalantly, your father never caring enough to pay attention to your words, let alone the tone of your voice. He nodded sadly, blowing his nose in his handkerchief and stuffing it back into the waistcoat pocket.

“Your mother is thrilled at the prospect of you coming home” He asserted.

The shock of his audacity displayed in full force upon your face, “This is my home, I will not be returning to your house in Mayfair. I have an estate to care for until its heir comes of age” You shot back at him, far surer and more confident in your own voice than you had been when he bullied you into a match you did not want.

His weepy eyes filled with exasperation, you were not sure anyone had ever spoken back to him in such a manner, it sure looked as though they hadn’t. He stuttered over jumbled consonants, words unforming as they bowled out of his mouth. Never in your young life had you seen your father so beside himself, so baffled.

“Is there something you wish to say?” You asked brashly.

Stern eyebrows grew rigid over his unpredictable eye line, “How disrespectful! I do not recall raising a child with such an attitude! You will do as your father tells you, and your father demands you return to Mayfair” He almost shouted, the corrosive tone of his voice scared you as a child, even just a few years ago; but he had set you on a journey down Dante’s nine rings of hell. No longer afraid of small men feigning omnipotence in comparison to you, your father was no better nor worse than the husband you had just lost.

Your harsh statuette figure remained still and unblinking, unimpressed by his temper tantrum. Sweat formed on his brow line, rage simmering just below the surface. He was a volcano, ready to erupt in exaggerated self-importance. “It is obvious to me that perhaps you are confused. I was married to Lord Howard; I am Dowager Lady Howard. I do not belong to you, nor am I required to hear this nonsense any longer. I have land, and staff to account for. I will be remaining here. Would you like me to escort you out?” You asked calmly, your heart thumping in your chest, prepared for his next outrageous onslaught.

Father shuffled on the spot, puffed-up and fragile, dancing between continuing this argument, or storming out of the room. With a defeated, heavy exhale, he turned swiftly on the ball of his foot and stomped down the stairs. Staff peered around corners, having heard the yelling, worried for your safety.

Making your way out to the landing, subtly triumphant smile on your face, you watched as your father barged past someone standing in the foyer. You could not believe your eyes, unsure now of whether this was a dream or not. Benedict Bridgerton stood tall in the foyer, a big bunch of flowers in his arms, side eying your father as he passed. He looked just like you remembered, just like you imagined him every day since you last saw him. His eyebrows high, his crowning glory, that cheeky smile adorned on his face. There were small changes, delicious smile lines around his mouth and across his forehead. He looked neat, and very well dressed – you thought perhaps he finally had taken some advice from Anthony. The door slammed violently, and Benedict jumped slightly, pursing his lips together in a look of amusement.

“Mr Bridgerton, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” You hummed in soft interrogation.

“I have come to offer my condolences” Benedict tried to wipe the smile from his face.

“Alas, it has been six whole months since my husband passed away. Would you not consider these condolences to be quite late?” You retorted audaciously.

“One… might consider my visit late, yes. However, I do believe I am right on time. I would like to point out that it is but seven hours into a societally acceptable visit for a single man to call on a widow” He feigned checking his pocket watch, nearly dropping the bouquet on the floor, beaming at you as you started descending the stairs. Rushing down the stairs with enthusiasm, you threw yourself into his arms, flowers crushed between your bodies as your kiss landed. There was that sense of delirium you had missed so dearly. Your stomach dropped excitedly, your heart skipped a beat, your smile uncontainable as he pulled you into him tighter and tighter.

“Worried I would not come?” He asked between kisses, his eyes joyously lit.

“Not one bit” You groaned as his teeth took your lip, sucking it into his mouth, “Come upstairs”.

Benedict took your hand in his, leading you to the only place he knew well in this house, your bedroom. It was strange feeling this way after so long, so much glee in such a solemn house. You had not a care in the world at this moment, everything was finally right as it should have been.

Shutting the door forcefully, Benedict grasped at your arms and pulled you toward the bed, shifting behind you to undress you. Not a second later, Benedict gripped two sections of material and reefed them apart, tearing your dress from your body, his clamorous grunt igniting something within you. The fabric fell to the ground around you in a pool, embarrassment telling you to turn to Benedict, but his forceful hands stilled you where you were. Bending you forward, you rested your elbows onto the bed, the sound of his breeches unbuttoning behind you made your mouth water, wonderment tensing your mind.

Kneeling behind you, Benedict pressed his finger to your pussy, sliding it in as slowly as possible, coaxing soft moans from your lips. You so greatly wanted to spin around, eager to see what he was up to.

“God you are so wet and ready for me” Benedict commended, slipping that same finger between his lips, sucking the taste of you off it, moaning in unbridled thirst for you. Benedict’s hands snapped to your hips grasping at generous handfuls, reefing you back into him, running the tip of his cock along you.

He plunged into you without a moments notice, sinking to extremity unexpectedly. Gasping in wretched recognition as your body adjusted, his velvet skin sliding in and out of you, images flashed through your mind of all the times you had done this before. His large hands slid into the pocket between your belly and your hips, thumbs goading you back into him, savouring every thrust back into you. Benedict laced into your hair, firmly pulling you back to meet him, the starving kiss in his arsenal his best yet. That is what it had felt like, these last two years in particular – like surviving in a baron desert, aridity only quenched by a singular person, and that person being unattainable.

Benedict’s hardness sunk into you again and again, particularly rigid on this occasion, you did not recall him filling you quite this much, but every moment was felt like a spiritual experience. His thrusts became vigorous, and he had that look in his eye that you knew all too well, his efforts quickly moving toward fruition. His pelvis slammed into yours with the most gloriously barbaric force, his moans and grunts animating, pleasure absolutely carved throughout his body and face. The eagerness of his movements made you squeal out as he reached deeper places, you hips bounced back encouraging his release inside of you. Benedict’s hands constricted in place; his body unyielding as waves of intensity rolled through him.

Desperately trying to inhale deeper breaths, Benedict rolled onto the bed next to you, stretching out his arms as if he had a stitch in his chest. You giggled at him, lying down too.

“Not as young as you once were?” You chortled.

Benedict flashed you a look of sunny offense, “If I… could breathe… right now, you’d be paying… for that comment…” Benedict chuckled through his panting. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart thump against your hand, your eyes went wide with awe.

After catching his breath, you laid together in the bed for the rest of the day, slipping in and out of each other and conversation. Benedict was enjoying exploring your body again, as it had been two years and another child later.

“I cannot believe we are finally here” Benedict chuffed, his head resting on your navel, staring up at the ceiling.

“Six years later, my darling. To be fair, we did think we would be apart longer” You remarked.

Benedict paused, fingers circling your forearm wrapped over him, “Y/n… There are rumours circulating the Ton…” He uttered kindly, approaching with gentility.

“I suppose you should know what happened to Roger,” You sighed, more embarrassed for yourself than for the old codfish, “I received news six months previous, that Roger had passed at an establishment… during intercourse with a working woman” You pursed your lips together, trying not to laugh. This was the first time you had explained the situation out loud, to anyone at all. The hilarity was not lost on you, but it felt wrong for the widow to relish the death of her husband outwardly, no matter the kind of man he was.

Benedict was silent for a few more moments, his eyes squinting in reserve, white flashes of teeth peeking through his lips, trying his hardest not to burst into laughter. “At least, he died doing what he loved?” Benedict knew he could hold up the façade no longer, resigning to his impish personality, eliciting a perpetual and free laugh from you. You ruffled his hair merrily, giving playful shoves for saying something so outrageous.

“Perhaps so! It is difficult to explain to the children, not that he had much interest in them anyway. I am hoping they will adjust quickly; they are quite young still” You gave Benedict a gentle smile. You knew he had been waiting to bring up the children, only having seen them a handful of times over the last 5 years.

“When can I see them?” Benedict asked keenly.

“Their nanny took them for a walk in the gardens when I was informed my father was on the grounds… He is not particularly fond of them either” You shrugged, “They will surely be returning soon” You reached out to stroke Benedict’s face, his excitement uncontainable.

Benedict continued to talk about the children, taking guesses at their heights and how they walked. He asked about their favourite foods and favourite colours, he wanted to know everything. More than anything, he had wanted to be there to see them grow and change. He had spent their lives memorising details in letters, their descriptions and little personalities, so desperate to know them. Benedict was recently thrilled to learn that Benjamin had lost his very first tooth at just five years old. He was also filled with pride when you wrote of Beatrice climbing down the stairs for the first time, all be herself – she was three now and while Benedict felt like he had missed so much, he knew how much more there was to come, that he would get to be a part of.

“My apologies, I am just overjoyed to finally be here” Benedict’s eyes watered lightly.

“Do not apologise, they will be excited too, you know they love you” You smiled, wiping away his singular tear. You leant down to place a kiss on his forehead, which he intercepted, stealing yours lips away with his own, warm and full.

Benedict rolled onto his front, lifting your thigh over him and snuggling himself between your legs. His nose rested in your tangle of pubic hair, nudging gently at your slit. Without meaning to, you laid back in anticipatory relaxation, Benedict’s arms wrapping around your thighs.

“You are unreasonably delicious my love” Benedict moaned from between your thighs.

His fingers danced around your outer flesh, tickling and pleasing strokes slowly replaced by his tongue, wet and pleasantly heated. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your lung’s feeling collapse was just moments away. It had been so long, and you were well and truly voracious for him, you had thought about this every single day.

Writhing under his ministrations, Benedict gently lapped at your clitoris, hardly touching it at times. You whimpered in hopeless desperation as he teased and circled exactly where you wanted him to press. There was no doubt Benedict was a connoisseur at this fine art and you were thankful for it. His hands slid up under your behind, lifting you up and into his face, you gave a slight squeal at his strength. The smile in his eyes melted your core, watching the lower half of his face flex and move, buried in your pussy. With every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips, you could not stop yourself from grinding back onto his face.

Your face strained, trying to conceal the loudest moans these walls would have heard, Benedict’s ravenous tongue lapping senselessly, your knees shaking either side of him. Every moan from Ben vibrated through you, your hand flew violently to the back of his head, demanding more and more of him. Sucking your clit between his lips insistently, his teeth grazing your sensitive nub, Benedict allowed you to orgasm. Your hips bucked against his face, the hot friction of his stubbled face a godly addition to your unleashing.

Remaining still, Benedict’s soft eyes peered up at you, taking in every moment of your completion, committing it all to memory. You could tell just by the look in his eyes that you were a transcendent idol, sent here only for him. His tongue dallied, sensually slipping between your lips a last few times before he released your thighs.

“God, I love it when you do that!” You almost yelled in exotic delight.

“You taste marvellous, truly otherworldly. I could spend the rest of my life tending to you like that” Benedict smiled widely, subtly licking around his mouth to take in the rest of you.

You remained on the flat of your back, drunk on your adoration of him, “I wish you would” You laughed, half joking. It occurred to the both of you at separate times, that there was no longer a need to rush, nor savour these moments. There was nothing to keep you apart any longer, no one to hide from.

Benedict suggested bathing before dinner, so you loosely dressed, calling for the housekeeper to fetch the ladies’ maids to sort some baths. Once the both of you were dressed and ready for dinner, you descended the stairs, you arm linked over his, his gentlemanly stature reinstated upon leaving the bedroom.

The children sat on the rug in the dining room, surrounded by the petals of the flowers Benedict had arrived with this morning. Benjamin looked up, playful excitement lighting his face as he noticed the two of you.

“Mama!” He exclaimed, running into your legs, wrapping his small arms around them.

“Good evening my boy” You hummed, bending down to swoop him up into your arms. Benjamin remembered Benedict from visits previously, but he had not been around in some time. He outstretched his tiny hand, offering a handshake to his father. His sweet little teeth biting into his bottom lip, the centre one missing.

“Are you going to be staying for tea?” He asked curiously, the way children do.

“Yes, my small friend, I am,” Benedict took his hand and shook it properly, “My name is Ben, I do not know if you remember me”.

“My name is Ben as well” Benjamin gasped in innocent surprise. Without thinking, you passed your five-year-old son over to his father as they continued to talk, Benedict instinctually taking him on his hip, just like he had Gregory and Hyacinth not all that long ago. You travelled across the room to Beatrice, who gathered handfuls of pink rose petals and threw them into the air above her head, clapping as they rained down upon her. You scooped your smallest child into your chest, meeting Benedict and Benjamin at the table, placing her in her little chair. Her dark curls framing her face in sweet disposition, she waved happily to the strange man at the table. As the staff served dinner, Benedict took his place at the head of the table, with encouragement from you. You could see joy filling him right to the brim, happiness pouring out of him without a hint of regret. This was what you had both worked for. The housekeeper stopped by you on her way back to the kitchen, gently pinching your cheeks just like a mother would, she had not seen you smile like this in such a long, long time.

The family spent one week together at the estate before Benedict thought it was time to travel to Mayfair, to tell him family of this news. He was not sure how they would handle him marrying a widow, nowhere on his list of objectives was there a point to explain the children and why they looked like him. Benedict had slotted into their lives perfectly and without incident, the children already slipping and calling him father at times. His heart nearly beat right out of his chest with pride.

Arriving at the Bridgerton house, Benedict carried Bea on his hip from the carriage, entering to his family waiting in the entrance hall eagerly awaiting whatever the news in his letters could be.

The first thing Benedict noticed before he had even introduced his family, was his mothers all knowing smile, and the happiness reflected in her eyes.

“Family, this is Lady Y/n Howard, and we are to be married” Benedict announced loudly, a slight echoing ringing through the entrance hall. Anthony and Collins eyes bounced between Benedict and each other, confusion ruling their faces. Everyone else littered them with congratulatory hugs and kisses.

“And who are these darlings?” Violet came forward, kissing Benedict and reaching out to rub Beatrice’s small hands on his chest.

“This is Beatrice, and this young man is Benjamin” Benedict introduced his children to his mother, watching her crouch down to take Benjamins outstretched hand for a handshake.

“How gorgeous! What a fine gentleman” Violet’s smile was sunlight, her demeanour so utterly welcoming. Beatrice leaned out of Benedict’s arms, shuffling herself across to Violet’s chest, snuggling into her grandmother. The both of you knew then that Violet had caught on as she rocked gently from side to side, Beatrice fitting perfectly in her arms as all the Bridgerton babes had before.

“Please, come to the sitting room, I will fetch the tea” Hyacinth directed everybody up the stairs to the second floor. As you and Benedict were about to follow behind the children and the other Bridgerton siblings, Colin and Anthony sequestered your arms away to an adjacent room.

Anthony closed the double doors to the dining room, and benedict slid his hand into yours in solidarity. Colin circled the both of you like a shark in open water, his normally cheery face overrun with suspicion. Anthony frowned pensively in front of you, rubbing his face, well and truly confused.

“This is all happening rather fast, do you not think?” Anthony asked sceptically.

Benedict licked his lips in preparation, “Brother, you know I was in love with y/n all those years ago. We have simply reconnected since the very sad death of her late husband” Benedict portrayed the sympathetic friend, the shoulder to cry on in a time of need.

“I see, and your engagement taking in place exactly six months after the death of Lord Howard is simply a coincidence?” Anthony questioned, logical suspicion stirring up his role as caretaker of the family.

“Yes. Benedict was very considerate, giving me my time to grieve my husband before coming to visit and offer his condolences. It can be quite confronting when one is bombarded with flowers and well wishes all but a day after a loss” You lamented, doing your best to act your part, the sullen widow.

Anthony nodded, having experienced such a similar event after the death of their father Edmund, “I understand, I am glad that you have reconnected with each other after all these years… I do just have one more question, and I will only ask once. I do not wish to offend you, however if I found out either of you had anything to do with the death of Lord Howard, I –”

“Lord Howard died in the bed of a prostitute” You blurted out, interrupting Anthony quite rudely. He was inferring the two of you had murdered Lord Howard for his estate and potentially as a crime of passion. That was not the case, your true secret seemed to be thoroughly unnoticed by the eldest brother.

Anthony and Colin stood side by side, their mouths gaping at the same time, blinking in uneasy embarrassment. There had been several rumours circulating the Ton regarding the death of Lord Howard, this was not the one they had expected to be true. Anthony snapped back to reality, shutting his mouth and nodding uncomfortably. He gestured toward the door, Benedict pulling you out of the room, heading for the stairs.

“It is strange… Those kids look a lot like Ben” Colin muttered to Anthony as they followed on behind you, not a far distance away. Benedict turned and met Anthony’s gaze in his peripheral as the whole thing dawned on the eldest Bridgerton boy. Dropping your hand, Benedict darted up the stairs, headed for the safety of his mother.

“Benedict, get back here!?” Anthony shouted, the vein in his forehead violently protruding, he stormed up the stairs after Ben.

Colin slipped into the space Benedict left, holding out his arm for you to take, “Come on, I’ll show you to the sitting room. They are going to be a while. At least you will not have to endure two dead husbands… Anthony’s going to kill him before he gets to the altar” Colin chuckled, your arm clinging to his as he escorted you up the stairs.

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silkentine · 4 months

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All I could think while drawing Nami was, “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?” And, of course, with Robin I was thinking, “save a horse… 🥵”

Design Notes and other opining below the cut:

For Nami, I wanted to go for a mix of cocky Jersey mafia newbie and surfer boy. I like to think that some of the horrendous outfit choices that Sanji makes (especially in the movies) were actually picked out by Nami. She’s the shopper!!! But yeah, the vibrant swim trunks and graphic tees just scream Nami. I also wanted to put him in a wetsuit/rash guard because I think that’s a sexy look so sue me if you hate it. You cannot argue with me that Nami doesn’t wear swimsuits as clothes.

He’s toned but not as muscular as Robin or Luffy (for example) because he isn’t a front-line fighter, I want him to maintain the same kind of role that Nami has in the animanga. He’s the best navigator in the world!! I couldn’t decide if I wanted to change the violent tendencies that Nami has, but ultimately I think he’d still give the more deserving members of the crew a healthy wallop (although I might portray it more cartoonishly). Boy Piece!Nami still grew up under Arlong’s authority so he spent a lot of his childhood walking on eggshells to protect his village and his brother, Nojiko, so I think he never really got to learn “you’re not supposed to hit people just because they frustrate you” lesson. I gave him a shark-tooth necklace because surely Arlong had a few loose teeth to spare once Luffy took her down. Victory spoils LOL

If he can get the girls to stop wrestling and sit down quietly for a while, he likes to host card games (with betting, of course) or watch the clouds while sipping whatever fruity cocktail Sanji whips up. I believe that Canon!Nami is a total lesbian, and I can’t possibly envision a Nami who doesn’t like women so Boy Piece!Nami is bi. I am, of course, a Namivivi truther and Vivi is also a man in this AU. I don’t hate Sanami within this dynamic though… lots to think about.

Okay!!! All-shipper mindset aside, let’s talk Robin. I gave him long hair because 1) it’s hot and 2) I think it makes him look like Dragon. Yeahhh, I subscribe to the Luffy and Robin are half-siblings theory because I think it’s funny and makes some sense. Crocodile is 100% Luffy’s Mom in this AU and I think Robin knows it LOL

For his outfits, I wanted to lean a bit more Indiana Jones where I could; he’s still primarily cowboy inspired though. For the main look, I went with the Skypeia color palette hehe, I think Robin looks good in yellow. I did some flower-petal shaped color blocking on his chaps because I think it’s cute and subtle. I really love that the powers of the Hana-Hana-no-mi are like… unexpected for a “flower flower” fruit and I think Robin would be more aware that juxtaposition as a guy. You might also be wondering about the gloves and I initially just had it for his cowboy look but I decided to put them on all the outfits up until the events of Enies Lobby. Canon!Robin has a really difficult childhood and I think it’s exacerbated by the fact that she’s a girl on her own. If Robin was a boy, he’d probably have an easier time living on his own but would be a lot less emotionally open. All of these elements combine to make him want that physical barrier between his real hands and the world. Once he can trust that the Strawhats will always be there for him, he’s more willing to be more physically open.

I also think it’d be cute if he was much more of a coffee drinker :3c I see Canon!Robin as a connoisseur who likes a well-brewed espresso but Boy Piece!Robin needs a cup of joe (no matter its quality) every chance he can get. So I drew him with his special #1 ARCHAEOLOGIST mug.

It would make me so happy if you left your thoughts in the tags or replies!! Even if you hate everything about them, I just really like engagement hahaha. I’m thinking girl Usopp is next despite the poll results because she’s on my mind rn (don’t hold me to this, LOL I’m fickle). I’m making these for fun so I just wanna make designs in the order that interests me the most. Check out the tag “girl piece” on my blog to see all the genderbends I have so far. And happy pride!!!

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propertyofwicked · 3 months

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landonorris hi! im free june 24 if you want to hangout june 24 lmk im not doing anything june 24 please msg me if ur available june 24 so we could maybe hangout or do something june 24 !!

⤷ charles_leclerc lando please stop you're embarrassing youself

⤷ maxverstappen1 no charles, let him cook

⤷ charles_leclerc this is going to end badly

⤷ maxverstappen1 thats what im hoping for

⤷ yourusername you guys are being so mean

⤷ yourusername do it again 😈

username8 she's so beautiful i dont know if i wanna be her or with her

⤷ landonorris i know what im chosing

⤷ yourusername lando this is so unhinged pls move it to the dms

⤷ landonorris yes ma'am 🫡

⤷ yourusername ma'am??? im 2 years older than you not 20

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username3 test drive? THE CAR OR LANDO?

⤷ username12 that is not lando - surely???

charles_leclerc its june 24th.

⤷ pierregasly he's only gone and done it

⤷ charles_leclerc i fear i will never recover from this

⤷ yourusername french speaking men really are the most dramatic.

⤷ charles_leclerc i can be dramatic in spanish too if you need

⤷ carlossainz55 no gracias 😩

⤷ username3 this confirms it OH MY GOD

username7 what car do you drive?

⤷ yourusername my personal car is just a peugeot 208 but i rented a porsche for the week!

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yourusername back to work, and back to mercedes for the first time in a while! keep your eyes peeled for some race week content coming your way!

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georgerussell63 right well that's just cruel y/n. please violate lewis JUST ONCE

⤷ yourusername lewis didn't have a habit of running me off the track repeatedly

⤷ georgerussell63 that was ONCE. 14 YEARS AGO.

⤷ yourusername that's a strange way of apologising

⤷ username14 sometimes i forget she used to kart with like half of the grid

⤷ username14 like girly out here interviewing her childhood friends every week

mercedesamgf1 i feel like we need context for the last image, y/n

⤷ yourusername there are some things you will never know, admin

landonorris come back to mclaren tf?

⤷ yourusername soon 🤫

username4 lewis actually took part in social content? don't give me false hope i beg of u

⤷ yourusername not only did he take part, but he served cunt whilst doing so

⤷ lewishamilton i don't think i want to know what this means

⤷ yourusername probably for the best grandpa 💖

username15 sorry is everyone just ignoring lando being desperate in the comments?

⤷ yourusername if we ignore him, he'll go away

⤷ landonorris wrong. ill get worse! hope that helps x

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landonorris milf.

⤷ yourusername im not a mother??

⤷ landonorris *yet.

username3 wait how short is she? 'cos lando is not that tall i SWEAR

maxverstappen1 don't you mean...cougar?

⤷ yourusername you wanna talk to me about age gaps rn?

lilymhe that should be me holding ur hand

⤷ yourusername it still can be babygirl

⤷ lilymhe say less

⤷ alex_albon no please do say more - if im losing my girlfriend id like a full explanation

⤷ yourusername my hairline is still intact?

⤷ landonorris devoured.

username15 does he not get bored of you asking him questions all the time?

⤷ yourusername not really, 'cos when i run out of work related questions i spiral into asking if he's mad at me every 20 minutes

⤷ username6 honestly so real for that

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