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[allbluedepths]

Queue post: figuring some thoughts out for a WIP and came up with the question of “would Shanks want to continue leading the Red Haired Pirates if something happened to Benn?” and, hm…

Do I think he’d continue? Yes, if Luffy and the Strawhats haven’t reached their goal yet (primarily finding the One Piece). I can’t see Shanks backing out before then; neither he or Benn would let him step away from that so far in.

Do I think he’d step away if not for that? Purely in canon? Ehhhhh, debatable? In my personal land of writing them as pretty damn close? Yeah, I think he would. I’m having a hard time thinking of what would happen after that because he feels pretty damn directionless. Bluh.

I entertained the thought of him joining Mihawk, but I’m not sure that dynamic would work out as well if Shanks stopping pirating because of not having Benn. Not because of the pirating itself but because of what that signifying changing in Shanks’ wants and drive. Tbh, this is why I have more than one fic that revolves around Mihawk not being friends per se with Benn, but he does respect him in the sense of how important he is to Shanks.

So tl;dr, no happy answer here, damn. Benn just better not end up in trouble then!

[expectsomechange]

Copying my good ol' friend @dreaminghighh

So credits for them cause they did this exact talk hhhhsjsjs

Anyways, I'm working on a drawing rn of fanart for ribbons (zooted-ribbons, go see them they have a cool character they roleplay as) and it might take a little while, cause my motivation is completely burnt but I have so many good ideas for my comic and for the fanart!

Anyways, these two are good, please check them out

@ann0ingg3mila <- posts about her welcome home au which is cool and is showing the designs for some of the neighbors and makes little comics cooler then mine! (I'm not cool, but still I'm saying that hers are still interesting and I am begging to know what that clock person is)

@dreaminghighh <- will be posting some drawings more then usual, she missed drawing and she also makes little cool creatures that aren't fully human, same with @ann0ingg3mila and me!!

Check them out pleaseee!

[raitrolling]

Catch Him and Make Him Say

[Easy reading version on Toyhouse]

Sharle watched the slices of wagyu beef sizzle on the small grill at the centre of the table like a hawk, the tongs in his hand poised to snatch up the meat the moment it was cooked to his liking. 

Across from him sat his teammate Tira, who had invited him out to lunch to catch up a couple nights after the Twelfth Perigee Ball. While they had attended together, it didn’t take long for the much more social tealblood to mingle with other VIP guests he’d struck up a conversation with, and the blueblood to end up finding his other close friend after getting involved in a small predicament. It was this predicament Tira had seen photos of on both Twitter and Instagram that had piqued his curiosity, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get Sharle to talk about it in-depth without some sort of leverage.

And what better way to catch a bird of prey than with an offer of fresh food?

While Sharle was laser-focused on his lunch, Tira ordered a couple more sides on his phone, knowing that they could be here a while. This early on into the off-season meant that they could both be more relaxed with their diets, until the new sweep rolled around and it was back to the pre-season grind. Might as well make these last two weeks of freedom worth it.

When he heard the clattering of the tongs as the falcon troll scooped up his wagyu slices and dropped them onto his plate (a sign that he was now capable of multitasking between eating and chatting), Tira cleared his throat. 

“So, you and Velour, huh.” the tealblood said with a smirk, picking up his own pair of tongs to drop a few slices of pork onto the now-empty grill. 

Sharle looked up, a puzzled expression on his face.

“What about him?”

“I’m just saying, it’s not often you get men literally hanging off you. Like, I know your fans wanna climb you like a tree until they figure out you’re not even six foot-“

“Hey, I’m taller than you,” Sharle interjected with a mouth full of wagyu and rice, then held up his chopsticks to signal that he needs a minute to swallow his food before he can continue. “And he was hanging off me cuz he wasn’t feeling well. It was, er, something about bad seafood.” 

“That’s not what the girlies on Twitter are saying,” Tira snickered, picking up his phone again to scroll through his screenshots and read out a couple. “‘Shalour is real I never lost hope!!’, ‘the way Velour is holding onto Sharle so tenderly I’m gonna be sick’ - that’s a positive in stan slang, by the way, oh wait this one’s great - ‘need me a man who carries my drunk ass home from Denny’s at 7am like Sharle carrying Velour’.” 

The last one at least made the falcon troll snort.

“Er, who is going to Denny’s that close to the morning? That sounds like they should be going to bed.”

“It’s a figure of speech, Sharlie, no one goes to Denny’s.”

“Huh, alright.” Sharle shrugged, already starting to mentally check out of this conversation. “Your, er, meat needs flipping, by the way.” 

Tira looked down and gasped as he caught a glimpse of his pork slices now featuring a very charcoal black underside. 

“My piggies! Wait- Hey, you’re using the food as a distraction from our very important discussion!” The tealblood pouted, managing to effortlessly flip the slices over while giving Sharle a mock grumpy look. 

“Is it important? Since, er, it’s not like anything happened. I just did what anyone would do, yeah?” Sharle shrugged again, popping another piece of wagyu into his mouth.

“In front of potential paparazzi and nosy fans?” Tira asked, pointing the tongs at the other troll.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t you?”

That response earned another pout from the dragonfly troll. 

“Oi, leave me outta this! Of course I would, but I’ve got the better reputation, y’know? I’m the fun class clown with a heart of gold, and you’re the rough and angry bad boy. When you do stuff like that, of course people are gonna turn heads and start spreading rumours.” 

The blueblood scoffed.

“Yeah, I don’t get that either. I’d just say there’s nothing happening between us, just like there wasn’t when people tried to say we were secretly pale, or, er, whatever that was.” Sharle shook his head. 

“Oof, how cold, you’re breaking all the Shalour girlies’ hearts yet again.” Tira clutched his chest to emphasise his point. “Guess I’m gonna have to hype up team Shamie even more to warm them up to the real ship!”

Sharle’s expression could not be any more blank.

“Er, team who?”

“Team Shamie, duh. Do I need to spell it out for you? You can figure out where in that portmanteau the ‘mie’ comes from, yeah?” Tira repeated with a smirk on his face.

While he didn’t know what the word ‘portmanteau’ meant, Sharle was capable of figuring out what the ‘Sha’ and the ‘Mie’ signified. He shook his head with a snort, picking up some pickled ginger with his chopsticks to mix in with the remainder of his rice.

“Alright, c’mon man, that isn’t a thing. None of the, er, social media people know about that.”

“About what?” 

Tira would have given him a smug look, but he was interrupted by the waitress bringing him the side dishes he ordered, a tray with three bowls resting comfortably on her arm. The first bowl set down on the table contained lotus root chips, the second bowl contained a serving of karaage with a small salad, and the third contained a single egg. Tira took the third bowl to crack the egg into his rice and pork slices and mixed it all together, while Sharle murmured an awkward ‘arigato’ to the waitress. She didn’t respond, though it was unclear if she didn’t hear him or was so confused as to why he felt the need to speak to her in East Alternian that she didn’t know what to say.

Sharle then reached over to pinch one of the pieces of karaage, but Tira swatted at his hand with his egg-covered chopsticks. The blueblood made a face in response.

“Ah, ah, ah! No chicken until you tell me what happened with Jamie. You’re hiding something, I bet,” Tira grinned, now able to reach dangerous levels of smug.

Sharle shrugged, keeping his hand in position to snatch the karaage as soon as he’s allowed to.

“I dunno, it wasn’t anything really. Or, er, anything people would care about. We just chatted, danced a bit, and, er, he gave me his cape because he didn’t want to get tangled in it.”

“Ooh, spicy. Like a gentleman offering his jacket to a cold fair maiden!” Tira nodded sagely as he scooped up as much rice, pork, and egg that his chopsticks could hold.

In that moment his guard was down, Sharle swiped the piece of karaage he’d been eyeing off and ate it in one swift movement, looking a little proud of himself. Then he remembered something.

“Oh, yeah. He, er, called me that too after I called him to look after Velour. And, er, he kissed my hand too, for some reason.”

Technically, Sharle hadn’t forgotten that, it was more that when he thought of it, he… Didn’t know what to think. It wasn’t embarrassment he was feeling, since he didn’t mind what Jamie had done, but something similar. Something…

“Oh my god, you were into it, weren’t you? You sap!” Tira’s tone was teasing, but also very endeared by Sharle’s puzzled expression. It was clear that something had awoken in the blueblood that night.

Sharle pursed his lips in thought. “I dunno, it’d probably be the same for anyone, I think. Like, er, it’s not like anyone else has kissed it before.”

“Would you feel the same if it was me?” Tira tilted his head slightly, both intrigued and amused.

“I mean, probably?” The blueblood shrugged. “Like I said man, it was the first time.”

Tira’s eyes lit up and a mischievous smile crossed his face as an idea suddenly popped into his head. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, then gestured towards Sharle.

“Alright, alright, Sharlie. Give me your hand, not the one Jamie kissed just in case you’re doing that thing some fans do. Y’know, the ‘ooh, this celebrity touched my haaand, I’m never washing it again!’ thing?”

Sharle blinked, but offered his hand as he was told to do.

“Hey man, I showered, alright? And, er, why do people do that anywa-”

Before he could finish that sentence, Tira had taken his hand and brought it to his lips, giving it a kiss the same way that Jamie had done.

Sharle could only stare blankly back, utterly baffled.

“Er, okay.” He stared over at his teammate, who was still giving him a cheeky grin in return.

“How’d that feel? Get the same lovey-dovey feelings? Did the sparks fly?” Tira rubbed his thumb against Sharle’s hand for good measure, and was unsurprised to see a complete lack of a reaction from the blueblood. 

“It felt like you just kissed my hand.” Sharle replied, his tone plain and seemingly unbothered.

Tira smirked in response, and let go of Sharle’s hand so they could both return to finishing off their meals.

“Sure did buddy, glad those keen eyes of yours work more than just for watching the grill. But, the point is, you prefer when Jamie kisses you, don’t you? A quick peck from your lil’ ol’ teammate just doesn’t do it?” 

Sharle paused. He supposed that the two times someone has kissed his hand now had given him completely different feelings. With Tira, it just felt like he was messing around or trying to prank him. But with Jamie…

“... Er, I don’t know, but it was different.” He sounded somewhat unsure, like he was venturing into unknown territory.

Tira grinned, knowing he’s got Sharle right where he wants him. “How so?”

The blueblood paused again, chopsticks resting against his lips while he seriously thought it over. 

“Jamie was, er… Softer.” For some reason, the tips of Sharle’s ears blushed blue when he thought of it.

“Aw, are you saying I’m not tender enough for you?” Tira teased, raising an eyebrow at his teammate’s reaction.

“No, er- I don’t think so? I guess Jamie just uses the, er…” Sharle gestured vaguely with the hand holding his cutlery, trying to think of the word. “... The lip moisturiser, yeah?”

The dragonfly troll snorted.

“C’mon, Sharlie, don’t tell me you don’t know what Chapstick is.”

“Hey! Yeah, that’s the word!” Sharle replied, snapping his fingers in recognition. “But, er, yeah, it’s probably that.”

Tira stared silently at his teammate for a moment, and then cracked up into a fit of laughter that would’ve made him slap the table if he hadn’t already picked up his bowl and cutlery again. 

“Mate! C’mon, really?” He managed to get out in between cackles. “Okay, okay, alright, sure, sure, whatever you say buddy.” 

Sharle looked incredulous.

“Yeah, what’s so funny about that? That’s probably what it is, yeah?” But even he was starting to sound somewhat unsure. Was there really nothing more to it? 

He didn’t think it would be anything different, and probably something Jamie does with other people he’s friends with. But if it wasn’t… He’s not sure how he felt about it.

But he did know he didn’t hate it. In fact, he didn’t mind it in the slightest. Maybe he did like it, after all.

Tira eventually sobered up, having had his fill of lunch and entertainment. He set down his now-empty bowl and placed the chopsticks on top of it, then wiped his mouth with the napkin and tucked that under the chopsticks. Sharle was still picking away at the lotus root chips, and appeared to be thinking over something as he had that intense look in his gaze as he tends to do when he’s concentrating. 

The dragonfly troll tilted his head in curiosity, wondering what he was thinking about, then cleared his throat to ask:

“By the way, did you get him a Twelfth Perigees’ present?”

Sharle looked up at his teammate, then froze as the realisation hit him. 

“Oh. Oh my god that’s less than a week away isn’t it.”

That had been the last thing on his mind.

[molabuddy]

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

[jvhdb]

[werewolfmack]

A story to boost the morale of a broken country.

[xxscrabiesxx]

hey folks if you have an android phone: google shadow installed a "security app".

I had to go and delete it myself this morning.

[prokopetz]

I approve of powerscaling discourse only in utterly senseless contexts. I don't give a shit about which shōnen protagonists could beat up which other shōnen protagonists, but I will 100% read your five thousand word essay exploring the subtle nuances of establishing a tiered ranking of the Smurfs.

[gallium-spoon]

A friend and I were discussing what we're like when we're sick and we decided people usually fall into one of these five 'sick modes': *Everyone is probably multiple of these at different times depending on how sick they are and with what but we think most people have a mode they default to and become more often than the others*

Delicate Consumptive Victorian: you feel tragic and mournful but also beautiful in a sad way, you are in bed, sipping hot tea, others should quietly whisper about how you are too good for this world, too beautiful, too tragic... And bring you more tea

Sick Dog: you are curled up in a ball, you don't want anything, you don't need anything, but it would be nice if others could still ask you if you need anything

Sickly Child Emperor: you are dying and it's everyone else's problem, you need pillows, no! you need soup, no! You need absolute silence or you will not be the first one to die today

Plague Pit: you are curled up probably on the floor, no one touch you, no one look at you, this is between you and God and you already know He has no mercy left for you

Warrior General: you are not sick. You are in perfect health and you don't know why anyone would think otherwise. Illness is an enemy that can be intimidated and you must remain strong for your men! (You are going to pass out at the most inconvenient moment possible)

[lapdogchase]

did… did she do that?

[lgbtqtext]

[raitrolling]

“Oh! It’s here. Behind you! Haha.”

Lusien turned around, finding the salt shaker he had misplaced now dangling in front of him. An inky black tentacle was wrapped around the shaker, one belonging to the scientist standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, who was looking at Lusien with amusement.

“Thank you.” He nodded, and grabbed the shaker off him to pour a small amount of salt into the soup he was preparing for the two of them. Vallis responded with a pleased hum, and retracted the tentacle back into his body. A mutual friend of theirs had tailored him a new labcoat, one that had a hidden slit in the back to allow for easier movement for his eldritch appendages.

That friend must not have visited for a while, nor had his other friends, hence why Vallis was spending his evening with the lighthouse keeper. Lusien didn’t mind, of course, and it was probably better for him to keep an eye on the scientist than to leave him to his own devices. He was quite content to let Vallis hang around in his living room and work on one of his puzzle books while Lusien worked on his own paintings, and neither seemed to mind the lack of conversation. Vallis was perfectly capable of filling the silence with his own humming, but Lusien had noticed there was something different to his tone. As if he was singing in a way that deliberately would not affect the blueblood’s mind. It was calming, but in the sense that he was relieved the hybrid had been taking steps to be more mindful of his abilities, more than being musically forced into a state of calmness.

What was less calming, however, was the demands of Vallis’ appetite. He had bought fresh fruit early this evening, and over the course of the night had watched the seadweller idly consume every piece down to the very last individual grape, and not discriminating between any part of each fruit. Banana peels, apple cores, the skins of the citrus fruits and the heads of strawberries, all gone. Lusien would have preferred to have kept those for compost, but he found it hard to fault Vallis for it. He wondered if those tentacles he was capable of producing (summoning? extending? He’s unsure exactly what the correct phrase was) acted on their own, sensing some form of easily-accessible sustenance in the room and dutifully delivering it to the hybrid’s mouth in order to keep up with the demands of the body. Vallis was somewhat apologetic as well, stating with a laugh that he didn’t realise how much he had eaten until there was nothing left.

Lusien couldn’t fault him either for another reason. He could tell that the seadweller was troubled. 

He remembered that Vallis mentioned a while ago that he’d had a falling out with Celise, and as far as he was aware, the rift between them still had yet to be solved. It wasn’t Lusien’s place to ask, nor could he really do anything about it. Celise always ignored his existence, and on the few occasions he had visited the library they had acted dismissive towards him. It seems that they simply did not care about anyone who didn’t match their own personal interests. Vallis didn’t seem to want to reconnect either, knowing that it was probably a lost cause... Or knowing now that one simply cannot mend a broken relationship with an apology alone.

They were at an impasse, just as Vallis was with Thrixe. And while the seadweller acted like he didn’t mind, spacey as always, singing and humming while he worked on his own projects, Lusien could see the melancholic aura permeating from him. Imperceptible to trolls who lacked his specific kind of psiionics, and undeniably the reason why Vallis was spending more time with him recently. He was lonely.

He couldn’t solve this problem, that was something for Vallis and Celise to work out amongst themselves, and he hadn’t been invited to do so anyway. But, there were things he could provide for him. Some company, and, after giving the pot of soup one last stir and shutting off the stove, a warm meal. He served himself a bowl, making sure to get an even amount of stewed meats and vegetables, then stepped aside to allow Vallis to enter the kitchen.

“Help yourself,” Lusien said with a nod.

“Oh! Thank you!” The seadweller glowed happily, and, true to his voracious appetite... Took the pot off the stove and carried it over to the dining table, swiping the stirring spoon from the bench with a tentacle to use instead of a standard sized utensil. 

Lusien suppressed a sigh. It doesn’t look like he’ll have any leftovers for tomorrow.

[shamebats]

[chessb0r3d]

Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.

[djungleskogs]

it’s crazy how absolutely blatantly luigi’s constitutional rights are being breached and people seem more concerned about his appearance than a real, scary view of the power CEOs and the healthcare industry have over the legal system. like yeah he looks good in those photos i can appreciate that too but can we focus on the fact that the media is absolutely treating him as if he has already been found guilty. this could happen to anyone. anyone could be arrested over the death of a wealthy, influential person and the precedent being set right now is essentially that the prosecution can run wild and create documentaries declaring your guilt. like that’s really serious and scary.