#ask.🌧

[petrichorium]

I... would like to hear more of your thoughts about Luffy.... if you have any more to spare.....

lil prequel to this

The jungle is hotter than you anticipated.

It's only been an hour and already you're sweating through your linen shirt. It was foolish, really, to assume you'd be prepared, but before setting foot on the beach you might have said you'd last at least the first day before stripping most of your outerclothes.

Luffy, in contrast, seems perfectly unaffected. Of course it’s been nearly a decade since he’d first entered the Grand Line, an infinity of experience compared to you—in fact you might even say he looks more at home amongst the overgrowth and unseen beasts than he did in the bustling urbanism of your home island. He stands taller, you think; doesn’t bother hunching to your height, shoulders rolled back with eager confidence.

He'd picked up a walking stick somewhere along the way, and though he's offered more than once you've resolutely refused to climb onto that broad back if only because just the sight of it before you has your heart beating ever faster.

(And, admittedly, because more than once you've spotted some bug or another that has drawn you astray, and you'd be far too sheepish to ask him to stop and let you off if you saw one from his back.)

Now you lead the way, following the trail of distinctively eaten foliage that you'd first pointed out to a surprisingly keen pirate king who'd crouched to hover over your shoulder as you eagerly gestured to the characteristic patterns. He's carried on following you, an energetic pup at your heels with hands just a bit too willing to reach out and tug you away from the countless dips and valleys you seem determined to fall down.

Such as the one you stumble across now. The ground drops before you, so large that even your poor reflexes can stop you. Your heart drops even faster—once the trees have given way you realize the cliff you’ve run square into has revealed a perfect view of the ship you arrived on, and just how far into the horizon it’s gotten.

“Ahhhh,” Luffy says, a dismayed sort of noise. You flinch as a heavy forearm slams against your shoulder, the man forcing more of his weight than comfortable onto you as he leans forward. “So slow. The Sunny would have been gone by now.”

“What?”

“The Thousand Sunny! My ship!”

You wrinkle your nose. “I know what the Thousand Sunny is—“

“You do?” He’s giddy now, eager as he leans even closer into your personal space. “She’s the best ship ever, right? With the lion at the front, so cool, I'll take you to sit on it when—“

“I don’t know that much.” Your hand finds his face as you shove him away none too gently. He doesn’t budge. “Just the name, the figurehead… the flag.”

What any person in the world would know about the ship that carries the king of the pirates. You don’t bother clarifying such things anymore. Luffy doesn’t tend to listen.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned by the fact that our ship has sailed off?”

He blinks. “That’s why you brought me along, though.”

The words turn your blood cold. You swallow thickly. “You knew? Did you… did Lyle tell you? Is that why you agreed so quickly?”

Luffy makes a face. When he speaks it’s sour in a distinctly juvenile way. “Don’t talk about him, I don’t like him. And I really don’t like when you talk about him.”

"He's my husband," is all you can think to say in response.

"He wants you dead."

Even more than before, you feel as if you've been doused in freezing water, as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. You knew—of course you knew, obviously you knew, but hearing it aloud is an entirely different territory. Your knees buckle; Luffy’s hands find your waist before you can drop, lifting you with ease to deposit you almost tenderly onto the large outcropping of rock you’d been bracing yourself against.

They rest on either side of your thighs. You try not to think too hard about how warm they feel against you.

Your new perch is high enough that you’re level with him now. It’s a more comfortable feeling, no longer craning your neck to look him in the eye. Except he has other intentions; ones that have your face growing hot as he sighs and lowers his head to rest his cheek against the soft give of your thigh.

He’s always been touchy, moreso than appropriate, but it’s never been anything this bold. When he glances up at you through lidded eyes your breath hitches, a thrill going through you.

“We’ll just wait for my crew, yeah? If I don’t show up in a couple days they’ll follow my vivre card to find us. But you knew all that, didn’t you?”

You squirm a little. Luffy's arm tightens around your legs.

"Stop that. Just lemme—"

He shoves his face into your stomach. You yelp, hand flying to grip his hair none too gently—but that only drags a groan from him as he presses further and inhales deeply. Your abdomen tenses involuntarily.

(Lyle had never touched you so intimately, and certainly never so desperately. It had all been courteous and tasteful during the course of your arranged engagement, and then he'd gone cold after the wedding. Some rebellious part of you wishes he could see you and the king of the pirates now...)

He pulls back only when you finally sink into it. Stomach still fluttering, you push it aside and lean back on your forearm, that hand in his hair relaxing to stroke through the strands absent-mindedly. He eases up, lifting his head to watch you.

“Why?” You say finally. “Why are you so calm? I tricked you into coming here, I lied to you, I manipulated you, and you just went along with it? Now you’re stranded on this island with me for who knows how long until your people finally show up and you’re just okay with that? Why?”

Luffy blinks at you, dark eyes wide as his head tilts and his mouth pulls into a pout that has your heart skipping a beat.

“Well… you’re gonna join my crew, aren’t you?”

[shouyuus]

im having way too much fun imagining post!figure eights reader and jayce absolutely freaking the fucking LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of vi doing one of these or one of these the one time she goes to watch them all practice bc little did she know that jayce did pairs for a long time before he swapped over to ice-dance for mel and reader used to partner with him for funsies just to keep his chops fresh (and also bc she was the only singles girl good enough to keep up and not be terrified lmfao)

vi pounding on the barrier like "TALIS IF YOU FUCKING DROP MY GIRLFRIEND I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MURDER YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY" and mel just laughing next to her like "oh relax, you should see the shit they try to do when jayce gets his hands on a harness" and vi's like 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN A HARNESS WHAT HARNESS WHAT?"

anyway.

[just-a-mer]

“Daaaaaaaadddddd?” Antinous called from behind a rocky outcrop. “Something happenedd.”

@wave-and-chains-bound

"Hm?" Odysseus turns to face Antinous and gasps as he takes in the sight. "What- Anti, what happened??" The siren worridly swims over to get a closer look.

[a-thunderous-silence]

A humming is heard from the distance, "Achilles come down." The woman's hair was tied up as she gripped her sword tightly. It felt like something else was wrong though... as if she wasn't fully human. As if she was a monster (rawr rawr rawr)

- alright, we're doing this again. Do I have to say it?

Charlotte was wandering through the forest until she heard humming. She stopped and shakily pulled out a key, it was all she had on her..

"W-Who's there?.." she stuttered out. Poor girl was scared..

[rainysflowers]

“I could… I can… do it on my own. You know that…”

“But you don’t have to. That’s why I exist. You have your enemies, and I have their blood on my hands.”

[intuspluric-culture-is]

insys relationship factive culture is finding exactly 1 edited photo of you and your insys partner and it was made 4 years ago by a twitter user who never posted again

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[urfavisaminor]

Dea* 🍀🌧️ anon;

New anon he*e! I’m he*e to co**ect you* message

“I love how kind and accepting and comfo*ting and nonjudgmental and safe and p*otective and healing you* blog is to eve*yone, u* the only no*mal pe*son on tumbl* (censo*ing the last lette* because p*osh*ppe* has the same lette* in it and I'm not letting them *ep*esent this site). 🥹”

You’*e welcome!! (✨🫦 anon)

thank you fo* you co**ections!!!!

[cloudwisp]

Helloooo !! Back it again with the selfship questions! I can't get enough of how cute you and Sylus are together! (* >ω<) </333

Now! Let's get started!

What are some physical traits you love of him ?

What are some physical traits he loves of you ?

What are some personality traits you love of him ?

What are some personality traits he loves of you ?

How publicly affectionate are you? Do you guys love PDA or do you keep it lowkey?

Do you have pet names for each other? If so, what are they?

What’s ‘your song’ with them? Does it remind you of each other, or have special memories attached to it?

Do you own anything that’s symbolic of your relationship i.e. charms, souvenirs etc.?

- 🌧 (anon)

Waa, hello again beloved 🌧 anon!! <33 omgie I appreciate you coming back with more selfship questions because this gives me the chance to work on my lore with Sylus & have it written down somewhere. Thank you, smooching you tons and wishing you a splendid day/night angel!! ✨

What are some physical traits you love about him?

There are so many features I love about how he looks. But the main one is his eyes because they’re always so expressive and it’s quite easy to figure out what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling in the moment. Like for example, if I accidentally take a joke too far I can see the glimmer of hurt in his eyes/face even when he tries to hide it or the way his eyes light up when we’ve been apart for more than half a day and see each other for the first time again. I want to include his hands as well—they’re huge and I love how he holds me, pulls me in, handles me tenderly (or roughly hehe), and leads me around <33

What are some physical traits he loves about you?

He would say my cute smile, hands down. He loves nothing more than seeing me happy, even more so when he’s the reason behind it. I would also assume my petite height—we both have quite the size difference since I’m standing at 5’1 and he’s 6’2 and he’s always amused when he comes across me huffing and struggling to reach things on the high shelves before coming to help me. Not without paying a kissing toll though.

What are some personality traits you love about him?

How incredibly respectful he is, not just to me but to others around him. I appreciate how sweet and considerate Sylus is too—always prepared for just about anything and if something goes wrong he knows what to do/who to call to fix the situation. He really loves to make me feel like I’m cared for, and I don’t have to worry about our plans or what we’re doing when we’re together. And I love his playful and teasing side because who doesn’t like to have a little fun?

What are some personality traits he loves of you?

I suppose Sylus loves that I’m always thinking about him too. Especially since I love baking/cooking for those who appreciate my labor of love, I tried to recreate some of his favorites when we first started dating. And now, when I attempt to make new things—from savory delicacies to sweetened pastries and desserts, I always set aside the perfect plate or piece from the batch for him. And he always loves tasting the homemade things I make no matter what it is.

(A few things I’ve actually made before are sea urchin cream pasta, salmon nigiri, chocolate souffle, tiramisu, etc. As you can see, I’m a lover of delicious food 🙂‍↕️)

How publicly affectionate are you? Do you guys love PDA or do you keep it lowkey?

I feel like I’m pretty affectionate around him—enough so that the people around us know we’re a couple and while we both enjoy it we’re also mindful about our surroundings. But we do look like we’re in our little world with the way we hold hands, share loving glances, give each other sweet & quick pecks, my head against his shoulder, his arm around my waist, and him hugging me from behind as we wait for our turn.

Do you have pet names for each other? If so, what are they?

Aside from kitten and sweetie, Sylus loves calling me darling & beautiful and would often times add wife at the end of it—my darling wife, my beautiful wife. I’m not huge on using pet names so I’ll call him Sy, my love, and honey.

What’s ‘your song’ with them? Does it remind you of each other, or have special memories attached to it?

I’m not sure what our song would be yet but I’d say a modern rendition of Isn’t It Romantic by Ella Fitzgerald holds a special memory.

For one of our first few dates, Sylus took us to a nice restaurant that had live music entertainment and we were dining on a private rooftop with a beautiful view and a small group of musicians to play for us on the side. After finishing the main course he asked for my hand to slow dance while we waited for dessert to arrive, and I was so flustered at how unexpected the gesture was. But it turned out really lovely and he even spun me around and dipped me—I was nothing but smiles and giggles during and afterwards.

Do you own anything that’s symbolic of your relationship i.e. charms, souvenirs etc.?

The romantic song Sylus composed for me on the organ instrument and gifted to me on a vinyl record because it’s a little piece of him expressing his love for me. For my gift to him, I booked a kumiko keepsake box course to make one for him where he can deposit anything that’s meaningful to him—like photos, ticket stubs, or little trinkets. I thought it would be pretty neat and he would appreciate something handmade, and I even added a written love letter to him to get it started.

[petrichorium]

also on my hands and knees dying to know about ur divorce (and perhaps reconciliation maybe…) with sir croc

Firstly I wanna say croc is THE reason for the divorced tier I had everyone in the husband/fiance/bf (and cusp + complicated) tiers I had the list downloaded and then I looked at croc in the husband tier and I was like no. Divorced………

Anyway I think you’re a marriage of convenience at first. Crocodile needs a wife to look more like An Upstanding Citizen Ready To Settle Down for his plans in Alabasta, you need the stability and rapport for your own reasons. A deal was struck (including a nice shiny prenup and an easy way out for both of you), the wedding goes off without a hitch, and now you’re cohabitating.

You’re all but a stranger, truthfully, though he’ll admit you were one of the most beautiful brides he’s seen walking down the aisle. And he finds your presence in his home less distracting than expected—you stay out of his way mostly, though the pair of you eat meals together and sleep in the same bed and you are always expected to be on his arm for formal occasions. You’re more than decent company, slowly warming to him and growing more open; willing to give advice on occasion, even, and it’s good advice he’s prone to heeding.

Which is why he’s blindsided when you drop the papers on his desk. There’s little he can do—they were practically already signed before the wedding, and in the surprise he can’t compose himself enough to think up a proper protest. All he can do is fold his hands together as you turn to leave, clear his throat, and call out, “Might I ask why?”

You shrug. It almost seems sad. “I want something more. You’re a very busy man, I don’t think you can give that to me.”

And those words haunt him, all the more because every trace of you is gone in the span of a few days. He lays in his bed, alone, pondering how much you truly lived in his home and how much he truly had to give you. He thought he made sure you wanted for nothing—but, clearly, that wasn’t the case. And if he’d known you’d be gone in the span of a few years…

In hindsight perhaps he’d been a bit distant. His work took up the vast majority of his time. All those meals were more often than not spent in silence, with Crocodile leaving long before you finished your food; you were often asleep before he came to bed, still slumbering when he woke; he’d arrive to those formal events with you on his arm and part ways almost immediately, drawn to meet with some politician or another and leaving you on your own.

The bed feels empty.

And then he gets a report about Nefertari Vivi. It all goes downhill from there. The empire he spent years building crumbles beneath his feet, toppled by that godforsaken princess and the upstart pirate with a straw hat. And as he’s carted off to Impel Down… he still thinks of you.

It’s perhaps a good thing that you left when you did. In a certain sense it saved you, severing ties with him when you did. But foolishly he wonders about the timing—wonders if it would have happened at all if you’d stayed. Logically he knows the rationale is anything but sound.

Instinctively… whenever he gets out, whatever he intends to do next, he thinks he needs you at his side again.

So when the break-out happens, and Crocodile is given a freedom he’d nearly given up on, the first thing he does is begin to track you down.

It takes more than he thought it would. His web of informants isn’t half of what it once was, and his name no longer pulls as much weight, forced to remain in the shadows as he now is. You, meanwhile, catch onto the mystery person trying to keep tabs on you far too quickly for his liking—flighty thing, never quite setting down roots, quick to flee at the first sign of danger. A trait that has only seemed to worsen in his absence, it seems.

But it’s only a matter of time. He’s Sir Crocodile after all, back from banishment to the depths of the ocean, sure to see the sun again. His men close in on you within a year as he builds up his numbers again, but Crocodile ensures he’s the first to make contact.

He intends to show you immediately how things will be different this time.

You’ve made temporary home on a quaint little island, sharing a house with a little old granny who lets him in eagerly when he presents a bouquet and says it’s for you. There he waits, served tea and biscuits that he doesn’t taste.

And then the door opens. You pause when you see him, eyes wide—donning a breezy sundress you’d never have worn for him in Alabasta, your hair wind-tousled so unlike the meticulous updos he always saw you in, with a basket of produce under arm—and the sight of you has his chest unwinding. It’s like he can breathe again.

Not that he had any intentions to before, but the smell of your familiar perfume steels his resolve to never let you disappear again.

[shouyuus]

i dont know if they asked you already boo, buttt top 5 of your favorite arcane works (of your own ofc) SO I CAN HAVE A READING SPREE THANK YOU

ask my top 5 anything!

LMFAO NICE NICE uhMMM, in no particular order:

carmech!vi hcs - nsfw (this entire au lives in my head rent free)

figure eights - fluff, nsfw; hockey!vi x figure skater!reader; 28.8k

always, you - fluff, nsfw; childhood friend/brothel worker!reader; 10k

for the love of flowers - sfw; fluff; bartender!vi x florist!reader

college roommate!vi x reader au - nsfw, this entire au tag is so dear to me

hehehe have a good time!!! <3

[revasserium]

😮‍💨

get to know me event!

😮‍💨- favorite writers on tumblr

unfortunately, i don't read much on tumblr, even though i have recently started back up again a little. i don't feel like i've read enough to have favs yet, tho that might change in the future!

but here are some irl authors that i love and highly recommend:

erin morgenstern

laini taylor

kelly andrews

ocean vuong

leigh bardugo

alix e harrow

ava reid

madeline miller

catherynne m valente

seanan mcguire

[just-a-mer]

I'M ALIVE I SWEAR I SAW THAT ANTINOUS ASK AND WENT 'OH SHIT' LMFAO

Antinous was sitting on the beach, picking at random stones and shells he found before looking up and seeing Odysseus before smiling. "Dad!" He went over quickly and hugged him. "How are you?"

@wave-and-chains-bound

ooc: AJSHSJ HI THERE!! /silly

Odysseus tensed at the sudden embrace but returned it just as fast, reaching a hand up to ruffle Antinous' hair.

"Hey, kid. Ignoring the general feelings, I'm doing alright." He answers with a soft hum. "Has the ocean been treating you well?"

[intuspluric-culture-is]

insys relationship culture is making alter intros in pairs for the insys couples

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[welikevitamins]

im so sorry about the death threats you're getting, i know its really tough. although i am upset that elena quit people are taking it way too far and being immature. stay safe<3

its okay the death threats turn me on i hope they keep them going

[cloudwisp]

AAAAHH HAZELLL !!!!! I was just about to ask you about Caleb !!!! SOOOOOO are you excited 🤭✨️

- 🌧 (anon)

aaa so you saw that Caleb post ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა but YES I am very excited for his return, surprisingly!! I didn’t expect for him to have such a different side so I’m interested in learning more about his motives aside from protecting MC and the secrets he appears to be keeping from us. Also, his gameplay looks really fun and cool so I’m excited about that as well ^^

[urfavisaminor]

you didn't tag my first ask https://www.tumblr.com/urfavisaminor/772753964558172161/to-the-misinformed-anon-who-said-miku-is-a?source=share with #🍀🌧 anon... what is this p**shipper behavior my queen??? get it because they never tag correctly... I mean this one disgusting fic I found only put 9 warnings for inc*st instead of 10 :( it's so hard to avoid proship***s these days 🤮

I did but it was the last tag

And about the tags thing that's so gross. why can't these disgusting amut scum prodhippers tag their stuff correctly???? or maybe the shouldn't tag bc then ppl can look up incest and find it!!!! either way their still wrong