#and not enough words to describe them...

[springcatalyst]

i KNOW 'said' isnt bad to use and i do use it plenty but im also king of very specific words to get my point across and basically. all the words for 'said meanly' are too quick. spat and bit and snapped are good but theres no good word for that kind of cruel drawl that u get when really mocking someone for what theyre worth. not enough words

[buckleysibz]

"Good idea with the defibrillator. You saved us." "It was... a team effort."

[trafalgardlawless]

listen i do appreciate canon marineford for the tragedy it is. however it does happen to also be extremely funny.

ace is on his knees on the execution platform, the same place the father that he despises and has tried to define himself outside for his whole life had knelt, thinking this might be the most fitting ending to the life long crashout ace started when he found out who his father was

and then in comes LUFFY, his cheerful persistent little menace of a brother, who has come to COP CENTRAL to break ace out PUBLICLY.

Not only that, but he’s staged a mass break out of the formerly inescapable prison IMPEL DOWN (HE WASNT EVEN LOCKED UP IN THERE? SO EVERYONES A LITTLE BIT CONFUSED AS TO HOW THAT HAPPENED???)

He also kind of looks like shit? But he’s fighting like he’s on day three of a methamphetamine high so no one can be sure how injured luffy Really is.

side note: luffy tanked a lung full of Kills You Dead Toxin and then got shot full of Lowers Your Lifespan Drug and on top of all that, DEMANDED the Super Lowers Your Lifespan Drug when he realized he might need anything resembling recovery time.

as an elder sibling myself, ace might’ve been truly grateful for being loved at the end, but i KNOW there’s a part of him that was INFURIATED that his kid brother managed to crash out harder than he did like OMG STOP COPYING ME FRRRRRRRRRR.

[morsmortish]

rosier twins study.

[bl00dalchemist]

Outside of Kishimoto not being able write women well and using her as a means to add further tragedy to his story, what reason do you think Izumi and Itachi would have to love each other? What do you think could have reasonably added weight to their relationship? A mutual of mine is trying to write them in a way that is more... *more* than simply a Kishimoto plot device and I have ended up on the research team

It's very hard for me to give my opinion about a character I don't know a lot about but I think that as long as your mutual doesn't do whatever the fuck Kishi does to his female characters and actually give her a personality other than 'omg handsome ninja man, i wanna be his wife' they will be good.

[v1r33n]

what. what if one day Kaveh is cooking dinner, the sun is slowly going down and. and while he's stirring the pot Alhaitham hugs him from behind in a delicate way?????? ok and what if that NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE and kaveh is confused and embarrassed and the scribe is not saying anything, just pressing his head on the architect shoulder???? and what if I tell you that's because Alhaitham heard about Kaveh almost getting hit by heavy construction materials and realized in a whim that his perfect peaceful life is fragile and needs care and. and that. and that this life is not perfect at all without Kaveh by his side?????????????????? yea.

[waywardstation]

I'm too much of a nervous bean to reach out not anonymously. But I wanted to say that your stories are my favorite iterations of Ingo and Akari and are what sucked me fully into submas. So thankyou and I look forward to seeing everything you come out with 😊

AHH thank you kind anon!!! ;w; <3 that means so much to me!! I’m also looking forward to getting more out!! I have so much I want to get out. I realize most of my writings that have most solidified how I currently write their dynamics are still not out yet. I have so much to get out and the most important parts of them I realize still are not public, so people can’t see the characters how I currently headcanon them.

I haven’t even posted anything yet that sets up the AU I’ve developed around them. It’s called Savepoint AU and it’s been in my head since 2023, regarding the tags I left in this post.

It’s very important to the narrative leading up to everything in I Won’t leave You Behind, but I feel I cannot post about it until I get Rain Check and its accompanying sequel Entropy Syndrome out. One group of people knows a little about it and has seen art related to it but that’s it haha.

ANYWAYS these are where Ingo and Akari’s dynamics really shine and I am hoping I can pull it together enough soon to be satisfied with the smaller details and get it out. I don’t want to rush it or I know it’ll bug me forever, as I feel that way about some stuff in HFBE haha. (DW I will fix these eventually)

Once again thank you anon!!! I’m so happy you like my work specifically, and I’m looking forward to getting more out!

[misslovasstuff]

THIS MOMENT RIGHT HERE

[andthesunwillalwaysshine]

guess who just watched s7e11 and is not ok that is me me is who

that scene when buffy saves spike is so powerful and so touching, i think this is def in like top 5 most emotional spuffy moments in the whole show</3333333 buffy's gaze at what they've done to him, spike's slow look of realization, the smile of relief (the look of love too and buffy staring right back at him with all the care in the world (and love but...) the touch of confirmation, the arms around the neck/arms around the back walk out </33333

... s7 them are not letting my heart rest one second and even though i strongly have questioned the writers, whoever made sure s7 them happened thank you

[good-beanswrites]

You want to write creepy Mahiru? I shall enable you ^_^

Hehe thank you for all your enabling 😌✨This was super fun to think about – I started off with normal-au thoughts of her courting behaviours being thrown under suspicious lighting (I don’t think she’s a stalker at all, but paired with the right character, her attention/involvement in their life can definitely come off as creepy). But I ended up going with a little scene between her and Yuno! They’re not officially a ship, but there is something budding between them when this takes place.

If Yuno knew that cooking dinner would have ended like this, she never would have agreed to Mahiru’s request for help. But how could she have known? Mahiru put on the roundest, most pleading eyes to match the lilting in her voice. She appeared genuinely in need and excited to teach Yuno this new recipe as promised. It was impossible to guess that such a sweet smile could ever have her cornered, knife in hand.

Yuno didn’t notice anything amiss when they started. Mahiru was overbearing with her instructions – chatting nonstop taking a very physical approach with her demonstrations – but that wasn’t anything new. In fact, the way her arms unnecessarily pressed against Yuno’s, guiding her to cut the vegetables under the pleasantly dim kitchen lights, was the very appeal of cooking together.

It was only when she pulled away, busying her hands with a precarious stack of pots and pans on the counter, that Yuno noticed something plaguing her.

“Is something on your mind?”

“O-oh! Well, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I asked you! What’s up?”

Mahiru’s expression, which was reflected in a dozen funhouse mirror shapes from the tower of dishes, shifted. It was watchful, aware it was watched, but unable to be watched itself. It didn’t matter that Mahiru wore her heart on her sleeve, she knew better than to broadcast her more impolite thoughts on her face. It would have been an admirable trait if Yuno wasn’t so lost trying to read her.

“Do you… do you still love me?”

The question was sudden, but not the first of its kind. Yuno smiled. “Of course I do!”

“Oh, really?” She pouted her lip. “Then… why did you spend the night in Fuuta’s cell last week?”

“Eh? I told you that day at breakfast, I forgot the guilty cells lock, and I just got stuck after staying too long.” Her smile wavered with Mahiru’s uncharacteristic lack of one. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Her voice remained sullen. “I can understand if you didn’t want to be vulgar in front of the younger ones. You can tell me the truth.”

“That is the truth.”

Mahiru turned away from the dishes. Her brown eyes, which usually spilled with warmth, now pleaded with a superheated focus. 

“You won’t even come to stay with me in my cell, you keep saying it’s too soon – but you’ll spend all night with him? Is it something I did wrong? What is it? What did I do wrong?”

Caught up in the sudden panic, she surged forward to grab Yuno’s hands. With her gaze entirely distracted, she didn’t notice her apron get caught on one of the dishes until it yanked it from its place.

The motion brought down the whole tower – Yuno flinched at the grating sound of everything clattering to the ground. Mahiru wasn’t rattled in the slightest. She even smiled, a little ‘how silly of me’ expression that didn’t suit the massive mess at her feet. She released her hands and bent to clean up the dishes.

“Aw, come on.” Yuno muttered to herself, hoping to change the subject. “Are none of those lazybones coming to help?”

“Ah, sound doesn’t travel well from here. We could yell and scream in here and nobody would hear a thing!” Mahiru giggled.

Yuno found it difficult to join in her enthusiasm.

They moved on to the next step of the recipe in silence. Mahiru took out the meat to slice. Yuno put a few things in the pan on the stove and moved to the corner pantry to gather some of the final seasonings. She squinted at the labels in the dull lighting.

From behind her, Mahiru’s voice came out hushed.

“You know… I really hate cheaters.”

Yuno swallowed hard. “I know.” She decided to stay an extra moment by the shelves; no need to approach the woman who was currently choosing out a large knife. “Which is why I swear, nothing happened.”

“You think I’m stupid. I may not be very smart, but I’m not as airheaded as everybody thinks…”

“I don’t think that.”

“You do!”

Yuno spun around, expecting to see a rage paired with the sudden outcry. Instead, Mahiru had a desperate smile stretched across her lips. She stepped forward, blocking Yuno’s path. “But I can fix that! I can fix all of this!”

Maybe staying in the pantry hadn’t been a good idea.

“That’s what love is! I’ll make everything perfect, and you’ll never want to leave again~” She may have forgotten she still clutched the intimidating knife in her hand, but Yuno couldn’t think of anything else.

“I didn’t leave.” She was careful to keep her voice steady. However, she made the mistake of stepping back against the shelves.

Mahiru’s eyes darted around her, taking in every bit of body language. “You hate me. Oh, you hate me…” Her smile wobbled, tears rising to her eyes so that her expressions looked like they were fighting amongst themselves. “That’s okay! I can fix it… That’s right… Love can fix everything…”

Yuno’s breath caught in her throat as Mahiru lunged forward. 

The fact that she wrapped her in an embrace didn’t quell the adrenaline charging through her – the cool, solid metal of the blade was unmistakable through the material on the back of her uniform. Mahiru’s voice shook, whispering in Yuno’s ear. 

“Do you trust me…?”

Yuno’s mouth was too dry to answer. Her head spun. It felt like an eternity of waiting, anticipating whatever it was she would decide to do next, but it was likely only a few seconds before Mahiru gave a loud exhale, her tone dropping to something more casual.

“No, no, don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter.” She pulled back, her smile less forced. Tears now streaked her cheeks. “What matters is I trust you. That’s the important part of a relationship. I’m sorry for ever doubting you.”

“I-I…”

“I know. I know! Mahiru never should have doubted you!” She wiped the tears from her cheek with one hand, though it was the other that distracted Yuno. “Thank you~!”

Still at a loss for words, Yuno was grateful when the pan on the stove started to sizzle. Mahiru spun around, rushing over to stir it. “Oh! Can you cut that while I stir this?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you for this talk, Yuno-chan.”

“Of course.” She picked up the knife where it had been placed gently down. She willed her hands to steady as she arranged the cutting board.

“I love you~”

“I love you too.”

[clumsypuppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[dafpork]

repeating myself here, but for good reason: the Silliness of the dafpork dynamic, however you determine the definition of Silliness, is really so integral to me and i think a big part of what makes them so special and personal. and i think that's a big reason why i was so afraid to post even the most innocuous stuff on main--even if they're not being clingy or cute together in a drawing, even in the comics where they're bickering like children or just being Themselves, there's this undercurrent of love beneath it that feels so comparatively intimate. they can have their moments of Unabashed Earnest, and they stand out much more and feel more special when you have them being dumb together to contrast it with... it's hard to pin down and they're hard to pin down, and that's why i love 'em, y'know? the variations on their dynamic is boundless, and so is their love, and so is their hijinks. they're not easily squeezed into an identifiable little box, and while i think that can trip some people up, i think it works to such a great strength with them. it's why i have trouble doing ask memes or drawing prompts with them (though i should try more!), because Dafpork Is Dafpork--they have minds and emotions and dispositions of their own and this blog functions to just sit back and observe what that all is, rather than force it. and that's how you get such a broad spectrum of Stuff, too; them being cute together, or being obnoxious, whether at each other or with each other, or they're not quite anything at all because the only one who knows what they are is each other. there's just truly so much and i really don't think it can be condensed into a bite sized trope or sweeping label.. and considering Daffy's anarchy and Porky's stubbornness, that feels very fitting. maybe it's a reason as to why it's difficult for some people to get on board with them, but i feel like it's such a great strength, and it's a great motivator to spread their gospel all the more, too! to try and get people to understand! so thank you for reading this, because if you're here then it shows you're curious and want to uncover more about them. me too!

[awkwardarmadildo]

eight and a half minutes into the reigate squire part one and i love them all i love them all so much so so so much theyre so silly and goofy and i want to chew on them who let them all be so fucking perfect whoever it was deserves a raise and a bonus and paid time off but maybe not time off because i desperately need more of them all being silly and goofy and strange and lovely like genuinely sherlock panicking and ordering without thinking and then giving it to john to try is something i do all the time i love them so much i dont even have the words to articulate how much i thoroughly enjoy the simple domesticity and off time like the adventures and cases are incredible obviously but i LIVE for the simple moments like that or at the beginning when mariana and sherlock were teasing him for his atrocious handwriting like thats so cute so throuple to me bro

sorry for the absolutely Shit readability, this is an attempt at a thought purge to try and be normal for the rest of the day lmao

[whokilledtheowl]

Meanwhile me to those thick classic novels—

[marianettes]

ILY ATLYS

[kililivesinmyheadrentfree]

Also speaking of headcannons i love how i have. Aroace fili vc fili/ori. The compromise being weird undefined fili/ori and fili being somewhere on the aroace spectrum. I genuinely love undefined relationships- theyre more than friends, many people mistake them for lovers, but whenever theyre asked if theyre romantically involved they just kinda shrug. Maybe its romantic, maybe its queer platonic- theyre don’t really care. Theyre just fili and ori, and thats enough for them :D