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thankskenpenders · 2 years

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Comic-Con has come and gone! It’s been an exciting time for Sonic comic fans with news about the upcoming Scrapnik Island miniseries, a live mural painting from Adam Bryce Thomas, Gigi Dutreix, and co., and more. Also, Penders was there

For a while now Penders has been saying that SDCC 2022 would be where he released the new hardcover reissue of Mobius: 25 Years Later with an added extra chapter and a few names changed, now packaged as The Lara-Su Chronicles: Beginnings. (Before anyone asks: yes, he has the rights to rerelease his old Archie Sonic stories following the lawsuit, and yes, he says he’s going to pay the artists royalties. Kudos to him for that, at least.) While I take every creative endeavor the guy announces on Twitter with a massive grain of salt for obvious reasons, I thought this one might have some small hope of actually happening because it’s mostly just a collected volume of some comics that already exist and not a whole new graphic novel

So, did that happen?

Nope!

But he did show off a new build of the iOS-exclusive The Lara-Su Chronicles motion comic app, which is the main way he plans on releasing these things. He’s shared a few new videos on Twitter, too, so let’s take a look at those. This is what he’s been working on all these years

Let’s tackle these in chronological order. First up: the M25YL “remaster.” (I'm just linking directly to the original tweet because Tumblr won't let me upload more than one video.)

From that first page it's immediately obvious that the hand lettering is gone, replaced with a font. Between the few character names changed to maintain consistency with TLSC and the many translations he's doing, digital lettering is probably just easier on that front. I won't knock him too much for that, although the fact that he kept the same random words bolded is funny to me

No, what really knocks me on my ass here is when we get to the second page and we see that the new motion comic format and the need to show more of the backgrounds means that not even this "remaster" is safe from Ken's horrible fucking photo backgrounds. Here's a direct comparison of how he ruined this panel, originally drawn by Steven Butler and colored by Jason Jensen:

I should add in here that I don't hate the use of photo backgrounds on principal. You can do some really cool things with mixed media! As is true of basically everything in art, any technique can be cool if it's used with the right intent. I was a Homestuck reader in its heyday, and it made cool use of color-altered photo landscapes and images taken straight off the internet mixed with the cartoony characters and original elements. But this is not that. This isn't trying to be mixed media or alternative or counterculture or whatever, it's just a shoddy attempt to save time on a hamfisted tribute to Silver Age comics

It's also worth noting that Angel Island, which looks extremely tiny here, is in fact the same shitty image Penders has been using as his personal logo for years

Next up, an excerpt from The Storm, the prologue chapter starring Geoffrey that will be included with the rerelease of M25YL. He's been posting previews of this for years

This one also has voice acting! Bad voice acting!

When asked what happened to Geoffrey's signature accent, Penders said that he only had access to an American actor, and that he'd rather not have him use a fake accent. The audio is apparently also temporary, although how much will or won't be changed in the full release is impossible to predict. Either way, the wooden voice acting does Ken's typically clunky dialogue zero favors here, and it continues to baffle me that he thinks all of these motion comic bells and whistles are somehow worth all the added time and effort when it's been over a fucking decade and he still hasn't released the first of seven planned volumes

Also noteworthy here is that we actually see the point where the timeline-altering energy wave or whatever hits? I guess? I assume that's what's happening, because the art style deliberately changes from Ken's best approximation of what he thinks Archie Sonic looked like (which already isn't great, although the dog girl is almost kinda cute) to his new style for TLSC, which. God. Look at that profile view of Geoffrey

Lastly we have a preview of the opening of The Lara-Su Chronicles: Shattered Tomorrows, AKA the actual first volume of the series. It's the scene of Lara-Su walking on the beach and shedding a single tear over how Knuckles is dead, as one does

It's not as noticeable in the video, but I need to link to the full res version of the shot of Lara-Su sitting on the rocks so you can appreciate how truly fucking horrendous the jpeg artifacting is. At the risk of referencing Homestuck too many times in one post, this is truly some Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff level shit. I don't know how he did this

And, at the very end we have a special guest appearance from the one, the only... the unlicensed likeness of Anthony Mackie that he is still fucking using for this character. Despite his appearance changing slightly in other art, this page still very much just uses a redraw(?) of Mackie's IMDB profile photo

And that's it! If you've been following the updates on this project for years like I have, you may have noticed something

None of these pages are actually new!

I'm pretty sure we've seen every single one of these before. Some of them are from years ago. If there's actual new material in this preview build of the app beyond the addition of speech bubbles to some of these pages, it's not present in these videos. Penders says that his next priority after recharging from the con will be releasing TLSC Beginnings (the M25YL rerelease + that Geoffrey chapter), but it's hard for me to believe he's anywhere close to releasing anything in the state these previews are in, unless he's secretly sitting on a whole bunch of pages that he just didn't want people to read for free at his con table

As usual, though, Penders claims that the responses from Comic-Con attendees were positive, particularly in comparison to the constant dunking he's subjected to on Twitter. People were even buying his prints. (He also posted a photo of Karl Bollers visiting his table. I don't know what Bollers thought about the app.) My kneejerk reaction is that I find this kind of hard to believe, but it's also like... I dunno, people are just generally going to be polite at a con, nine times out of ten. Most people are not going to walk up to someone at an artist alley and be like "hey bro your prints look like dogshit." It isn't the place for that. They don't wanna cause a scene by getting into an argument in the middle of their expensive con trip. I also don't doubt that there are a lot of people out there who probably see the old Archie Sonic comics he always has for sale at cons and go "oh hey I've heard of that" or "oh I read some of those as a kid!" and then realize he was one of the writers and wish him luck on his new endeavors, blissfully unaware of decades of obscure Sonic drama. And while it's well documented that I don't like the guy or his work, I don't think that's a bad thing! People are allowed to be polite to him. I do not want him to get pelted with fucking tomatoes every time he goes outside

But the thing is, most of the feedback the guy's getting is either polite well-wishing within the context of a busy convention, or people spamming him with pictures of Donkey Kong and telling him to retire on Twitter. And so he's shutting out the latter, and taking the fact that people aren't beating his ass in the QRTs at the SDCC show floor as a sign that he's on the right track, and that Twitter is just full of haters looking for ammo

And like. He's not wrong on that last point! People blame him for all sorts of shit he didn't actually do and take many things wildly out of context and spam his replies for fun

But Jesus Christ, my guy. You've been working on these comics for a decade and the art looks like this

#tkp post

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arminreindl · 1 year

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Calumma benovskyi and the rafting Chameleons

I am on four levels of procrastination right now, procrastinating on Wikipedia projects I started because I procrastinated on other wikipedia projects.

Anyways, Calumma benovskyi is a species of chameleon named in 2020 on the basis of a almost completely preserved skull. This little guy is special for many things, one of which is the incredible preservation. That's practically the whole skull, mandible plus three neck vertebrae, which is incredible as chameleon fossils are RARE AS HELL.

As you can say its a pretty humble looking animal, an oval skull widest at the point where the frontal and parietal meat, narrow pointed snout, large eyes and a flat headcrest, all packaged into a rather small animal.

Calumma benovskyi is a member of the genus Calumma (shocker I know), which is still around today. Calumma contains over 40 species of varying shapes and sizes, some with decently big headcrests or elongated nose crests. Some examples include the Parson's chameleon (JialiangGao), Boettger's chameleon (pbertner), the globe-horned chameleon (Matthijs Kuijpers) and the blade chameleon (Emanuele Biggi).

However, what makes Calumma benovskyi so special compared to all of these is where it was found. The thing is, modern Calumma species are endemic to Madagascar. The genus is found nowhere else on earth. However, oddly enough Calumma benovskyi is from Kenya's Hiwegi Formation on Rusinga Island (Lake Victoria). Continental Africa. How did that happen?

The answer is simultaneously simple and complex. Obviously there must have been some faunal exchange between mainland Africa and Madagascar, chameleons make that obvious enough and there are other animal groups found on both landmasses (or at least have close relatives on both landmasses). For instance the iconic Aye-Aye of Madagascar has relatives on the mainland as recently as the Miocene. So it wouldn't be unusual to assume that chameleons could have originated on the mainland and only later traveled to Madagascar. This however competes with an older hypothesis that suggests that chameleons evolved on Madagascar and dispersed from there to the continent. So which is it?

Well Čerňanský and colleagues, who named Calumma benovskyi, agree with the African origin for several reasons. For one, the Kenyan species is the oldest known member of this genus. If its on the mainland during the Miocene then perhaps thats where they first evolved (tho this is hard to proof given the absence of fossils). Then there's the matter of phylogeny. Generally speaking, on a phylogenetic tree these guys are surrounded by groups from mainland Africa all around. There's some outliers, like the genus Brookesia that is believed to have arrived in Madagascar much earlier during the Paleocene and the big-nosed chameleon which turned out really weird. But in broad strokes it seems that the Madagascar groups branch away from African ones. Finally on a practical level one has to consider ocean currents. In the paper its argued that during the Oligocene and Miocene, when the second chameleon dispersal may have taken place, currents would have been directed away from the African coast and towards Madagascar. So if a chameleon were to sit on a branch that, through some events ended up in the ocean, it would be swept out towards the island. But a chameleon starting from Madagascar would have to go against the currents to reach Africa. Logically, it just makes more sense for them to have gone eastward. This only changed later during the Mid Miocene. And since Calumma benovskyi lived during the EARLY Miocene, before the shift in currents, it couldn't have come from the island. The conclusion seems simple. It is the oldest known Calumma species, most of the more basal groups are continental and currents at the time only go away from Africa. Case closed?

Weeeeeeeell not entirely. The phylogenetic analysis throw a few curveballs into that neat little package. For the time being I'll ignore the fact that the long-nosed chameleon was recovered as more basal than some African groups in some analysis, as the authors explain that this is likely just the results being fucked over by its weird head. The real problem instead lies with the specific position of Calumma benovskyi and the sister group to this genus. The later aspect concerns the genus Furcifer, another group primarily found on Madagascar (and some other islands that don't matter right now). Following the works of Tolley and colleagues, who also were among those suggesting an African origin, Furcifer is the sister group to Calumma and branched off from them during the Eocene. So if Calumma originated on the mainland, then so must have the last common ancestor between the two genera? Now that doesn't exactly overthrow the hypothesis of course. Both could have split on the mainland and separately arrived on Madagascar, not a big deal, just not as neat. Speaking of things that aren't as neat. Analysis shows that Calumma benovskyi is fairly derived. In simple terms, as far as we know its not the ancestor of the Madagascar chameleons but sits among them. Perhaps then there were multiple dispersal events in Calumma itself or perhaps this position is simply not correct. After all, if Calumma was around in continental Africa, then it seems likely that there was a much greater diversity of chameleons present, one we simply don't know from fossils. So perhaps further discoveries, new taxa, would help make sense of something that now just doesn't have all the pieces yet.

Whatever the case, the authors still hold on to the African origin and it does still make sense when considering age, currents and the surroundings. Hell, the species name itself is a reference to this hypothesis, tho the guy they named it after has a really dubious life history that puts Baron Münchhausen to shame. But I digress. Perhaps this is simply something that will make a lot more sense once we find out more.

To wrap things up, here's the only two serious paleoart pieces of this species I came across. The first published in the year of the animal's naming by Connor Ross/RajaHarimau98 and the later not too long ago by Joschua Knüppe. Because if there's an obscure animal chances are Joschua drew it.

And finally, here's the Wikipedia page that skips the theatralics and has a bit more of the anatomical stuff for those really interested. It also has all the sources and none of my struggling to make sense of the mess that is chameleons traveling across the Indian Ocean. Just the stuff from the papers. Calumma benovskyi - Wikipedia

#Calumma benovskyi #calumma #chameleon #madagascar #kenya #hiwegi formation #rusinga island #evolution #paleontology #palaeontology #palaeblr #wikipedia editing #fossils #long post #natural history

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runwayrunway · 10 months

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No. 12 - Airbus A350F Default Livery

Another Paris Air Show bonus! Airbus has unveiled the default livery for their new freighter variant of their already-popular A350 wide-body airliner.

image: airbus

For those unaware, manufacturers like Boeing and Airbus tend to have "factory default" liveries used for demonstrations and the like. Generally they have different variants for different models, which can be as simple as a change of hue or as complex as a complete redesign.

This time around, Airbus held a design competition for their new freighter's default colors. So, hypothetically, this should be far more inspired than the average livery. Do I agree with their judgment?

Unless specified otherwise all this information is taken from Airbus's own webpage on the contest.

Okay, so who won the contest? The answer may surprise you! There are two (technically three) winners who submitted similar ideas. Those winners are a 57-year-old professional graphic designer...and a pair of brothers, aged 16 and 12.

That's right. There is a very real possibility that I come out of this with the opinion that a 12-year-old can design better planes than many adult professionals!

These were the winning designs. On the right is the Iversen brothers', and on the left is the one by Feehan, the professional graphic designer. As you can see, they both play on the same theme - delivery boxes.

I honestly think this is really brilliant. This is such an obvious idea that I can't believe it's not all over the place. The brown cardboard shipping box is such a universal association that it might be the first thing that pops into most people's head when cargo is mentioned despite the fact that cargo planes use pallets.

The two designs take different riffs on the theme. The Iversens' is covered in various labels and stickers and stamps, while Feehan's is covered in typical box signage like the classic 'THIS WAY UP' and taped together. It almost looks like someone has attempted to package the airframe itself for delivery, complete with an adorable postage stamp on the plane's cheek.

If I were Airbus, I also think I would have trouble choosing between the two. While the task of combining them without making the final design overwhelming is pretty daunting, these are both very well-done attempts on the theme. And combining them is the challenge. On their own both feel balanced, neither too sparse nor too busy, but combining them could quickly become a nightmare.

My one critique of both of them is with the writing itself. I think they both missed two very obvious options - either have the A350F written on a shipping label, or write it in sharpie as one does on a cardboard box. But that's beside the point. What did Airbus do with the designs?

Hmm. Okay.

They absolutely kept the spirit of both original concepts. I really love "open here for business", that's adorable. (It's more visible from the back, which is an angle I'll post in a minute.) I like the shade of cardboard beige they chose. I do wish they'd picked a shade for the tape that looked more like tape on a box and less like barricade tape, and I wish they'd kept the messy, hand-applied look from Feehan's design rather than making it a couple of very neat, evenly-placed strips.

I do think they erred a bit too far on the side of decluttering. While I understand the reasons they did this, I wish there were a couple more loose postage tchotchkes scattered on the airframe, even if they're too small to be seen at a distance, because even if you need to get close to figure out exactly what that sticker says it still adds to the overall box vibe. That said, it is not bad enough that it completely ruins the look. I do, in particular, miss the little postage stamp on the cheek. It was very cute.

Yep, this picture again! Look, they only gave me three to work with, and I had to use something for the hook.

I wish they hadn't included the blue on the underside of the plane and on the engines. It feels a bit out of place and clashes with the brown, and I think they could have just as easily used white.

My one main criticism, I think, is that they made it very very Airbus. They couldn't stomach the crooked tape; they had to make it neat. They had to make it professional. And yes, I get it, it's a branding thing - the carbon fiber tail.

Airbus has a bunch of default liveries for various models of plane, and I might review those someday, but the only one relevant at the moment is among my least favorite - the 'carbon fiber' A350. The herringbone weave pattern itself would be fine (I like how it shows gaps of white underneath it) if it were done in some some sort of fabric design, or if it weren't just half of the plane, maybe, but in its current state it looks quite miserably...gamer desktop setup. And it does have a meaning, it's a reference to Airbus's heavy use of composite materials including carbon fiber (if anyone finds this worrying in light of recent events, just know that carbon fiber has been used in airplanes for a very long time with no issues because it's fantastically tensile despite being lightweight and is a wonderful choice for sealing pressure inside of a vessel but decidedly less so for resisting it from outside). I get the intent, I just think it doesn't look good.

image: Viktor & Rolf

Also, they dressed her like this.

I get why they kept the carbon fiber tail, and it doesn't look nearly as bad when it's mostly covered up and just poking out of the end of a cardboard tube like a leek coming out of a grocery bag in a stock photo, but I just...I wish they didn't.

Ultimately, I understand why they had to tone down the whimsy, make it neater, more professional, less relatable. More futuristic, but there's nothing futuristic about a cardboard box and there shouldn't be. Still, the idea they were given was so strong from the beginning, and they did resist the urge to scrub it of any character. They certainly did not improve the design of two literal children, but they also didn't fail to translate it.

All in all, they were given something to work with that could have been an easy A if they didn't have to be so...damn....Airbus. Still, it could be so much worse, and it is, undeniably, such a strong idea to begin with.

Final Grade: B-

For anyone paying attention: yes, this does mean that most airlines cannot meet the standard of concept and design set by literal children. But fair play to those children. I like their design.

#tarmac fashion week #grade: b-#era: 2020s #manufacturer liveries #airbus industrie #non-airline liveries

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alovelyburn · 9 months

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I‘m also very curious about whether this surge in memorabilia releases will extend to other characters. Because okay I try to keep my eye on Berserk Merchandise for obvious reasons of my simping for a manga series. And so even though I am totally making these numbers up, it will nonetheless get across my meaning, ahem:

If a company is doing statues or dolls or whatever, something like 65% of the time it’s JUST Guts (or Guts+ someone, usually Zodd).

And after that there’s like idk 25% of the time that they also make other characters. When they do, though, it’s almost always Griffith and/or Skull Knight.

And then there’s the last like 10% of times when they do a larger range which in this context usually means Zodd, Casca and/or the Godhand. If you’re Art of War or Prime1 it might also include Isidro or some original Hawks.

Serpico and Farnese never get anything, haha. And Schierke usually appears literally as a transluscent ghost that comes packaged with Berserker Guts.

It’s just funny to me. But ever since Miura passed away there’s been an upsurge in collectibles, which I have seriously mixed feelings about (feels a little vultureish? but at the same time I buy the stuff so I’m part of the problem). So I wonder if the numbers will shift. I’ve definitely been seeing more Griffith stuff, and I know some more Griffith stuff is in the works. but so far no real change in the Others.

Well, maybe there’s been more Zodd recently and Prime1 seems to be diving in on Godhand but yeah not a ton of movement for Casca or any of the other characters.

#my unfortunate collecting hobby #just thinking aloud #ALOUD SHE SAYS

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decomposited · 2 months

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PANACEA

This post exists mainly as a discussion/headcanon for what might be in those vials the Doctor always seems to have. Admittedly, the specifics pertain more closely to the segments themselves, but you know how it is. Kind of a package deal. As usual, some of the information therein evolved out of discussion with Syd about Scaramouche’s involvement. Typical Dottore-adjacent content beneath the cut (body horror, experimentation, needles, usage of dubious substances), but written about in a largely objective fashion.

One of the most interesting discoveries in the litany of experiments performed upon Scaramouche was the odd substance that circulated through their artificial body. Not blood, exactly, but something of a similar purpose, absolutely brimming with elemental energy. Upon extraction, it was found to have additional properties that made it a fine contender for a particular project Dottore had in mind.

Scaramouche was originally kept in the dark as to what the actual purpose of taking additional samples from them was. It was explained as simply a way to record any changes in their system—this was partly true. A library of samples does exist, each carefully labeled and dated. However, every single vial taken from the puppet was not placed in that same collection.

In the end, Scaramouche’s “blood” (as it will be referred to here) became one of the base ingredients for a similar compound that is present in all of the Doctor’s segments. It can also be seen on most of their persons in the form of a glowing blue liquid suspended in earrings or other accessory items. Such an important material needed to be christened with a name, of course, one suitable for its rarity and power: panacea.

(This name is also quite ironic, for reasons that will become obvious shortly.)

A significant problem with the segments during development was creating a sustainable method to power the mechanical portions of their bodies. While they do have organic components, those essentially run on a separate system, which is integrated with artificial components like their hearts and some other devices that require electrical power. The blood collected from Scaramouche turned out to have so much energy and be so efficient that it provided a solution for this.

Much like ordinary blood, the matter extracted from Scaramouche can be separated, to a degree, into disparate components. This is the first step in creating the panacea, the beginning of a long process that takes a whole room's worth of machinery. During this journey, the elemental bias is removed from the blood, rendering it neutral and unlikely to overload delicate mechanisms. Even without electro, it remains an incredibly potent method of storing and circulating energy. The next steps are a well-kept secret, but involve several other solutions being added to the mixture that create the additional uses it gains its name from.

Due to its strength, segments typically only need to be dosed with panacea once or twice a month, depending on estimated power expenditure in essential joints and organs. It can be either injected or taken by mouth, depending on the preference of the user. Naturally, there are also guides in place to make sure it ends up where it’s supposed to be, depending on which reservoir areas are empty.

The other use of panacea, and the true reason most segments keep extra on their person, is its function as a “cure-all”. More specifically, it can act as a healing agent to restore and regrow damaged organic components in the body. It should be noted that panacea is for segment usage only, and is not safe for human consumption.

Upon use, panacea can vastly increase the replication rate of cells, replacing injured tissue or even entire limbs in a relatively short time period (length of recovery time depends on both extent of damage and amount of panacea used). One syringe-worth of panacea is a “normal” dose, and will kick-start this process. Additional doses in rapid succession will accelerate this process, further sending the cells of the body into overdrive and creating increasingly dramatic results that spread to even originally unharmed parts of the segment. This unrestrained division will eventually lead to immense changes throughout the entire segment, transforming them into a different creature entirely. The segments have genetic modifications that prevent these changes from descending into unrestrained carcinogenesis, which would ultimately be debilitating or fatal for any other being that happened to try to utilize this “medication” for themselves.

Most segments appear to find these changes exciting, or even pleasurable, likely due to both the stimulant properties of the panacea and positive psychological associations with the healing process and the mutations that take place. As alluded to previously, high doses will turn them temporarily into something that can only be described as a monster. While end states vary from segment to segment, they will always be incredibly strong, dangerous, and have an explosively fast healing factor. Despite the pain involved and the potential for mental degradation, typical cognition is maintained, leaving them in full control of their capabilities. The span of time they remain in this form is also regulated by the size of the dosage. Transformation lengths from as low as 15 minutes to as long as ██ days have been recorded.

This form is intended as a last resort, to be used in the most dire of circumstances. While affected segments will eventually return to their normal state as the biological effects of the panacea wear off, the changes inflicted upon the body are often so extreme that they will need to be repaired shortly thereafter, due to their mechanical components being damaged, degraded, or rejected from the body. If they are no longer able to conduct maintenance themselves, their only option is to seek help or make peace with their situation. Fortunately, no segments thus far have been irrevocably dismantled, and so the process is considered reasonably “safe” by their standards.

One might wonder, after all these years, why does crafting this substance still even rely on Scaramouche’s blood donations? The simplest answer: complacency. While the technology to craft an equivalent material exists, Dottore and the segments have hesitated in adjusting their existing pipeline. The furthest any potential changes have extended is blueprints. With Scaramouche still present and working with the Fatui, why should they waste their time in building additional systems? It could also be possible to ascribe a more nefarious, possessive logic to the adherence to the original protocol.

If Scaramouche became aware of what was going on behind their back with all those samples, but were under the impression they were essential for something so crucial, it could serve as a deterrent to them turning against Dottore or leaving the Fatui. A particularly critical mind might realize this all depends on the Doctor’s impression that Scaramouche has any regard for him (or the segments) whatsoever. Surely this will not have any future consequences.

#hc. // epsilon #nothing too gnarly here but i supposed having some sort of warning would be considerate.#expect a future post on segment construction and biology itself #if i ever get around to that. stay tuned.#and btw if anyone finds this in a search do not reblog it or i'm going to get you

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bloodiedmedic · 11 months

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Gender is weird, Alexis.

This is a drabble because I was contemplating different things, and Alexis had thoughts about gender and sexuality and I dunno here's some random gender identity stuff. I dunno how easy this drabble will be to understand, but it's largely a letter written by Alexis for/at Alexis for their own personal reasons so it's not really a full attempt by them to explain things to someone else. Content warnings for slurs based off of sexual identities. Side note that there's queer gender weirdness within, and mentions of sex.

Sitting down on the sofa Alexis had an ashtray, a cup of coffee, a pack of cigarettes, and a few pieces of paper as well as a pen. It was a kind of tradition they’d fallen into since they were around seventeen or so siting down with paper and something to write with, and just kind of examining themselves or more properly their gender and how they related to it and through it to other people about once a year. It wasn’t a birthday thing, and it didn’t happen on the same day or even the same week every year but it was normally around spring time when people started inching from being fully covered to more revealing outfits or picking out bikinis or whatever else. The kind of socially acceptable androgyny provided by puffy winter jackets, and large winter boots, and being bundled up giving way to tight pants and crop tops or whatever else making it all the more obvious where people “belonged” as many would see it. It was a strange time for Alexis that transition as they found themselves reminded once more that they in fact “belonged” both nowhere, and everywhere at the same time and so it was a time during which they contemplated things. The easiest way they’d found was by sitting down, and writing. Originally cigarettes and coffee hadn’t been a part of this of course, but they had gotten older since than and picked up their fair share of bad habits.

This piece of writing was also one of the very few places, and perhaps the only place Alexis allowed itself to use its truly correct pronouns which in fact were It/its.

((Under a read more for length and because not everyone wants to read a big journal piece about gender))

Taking a sip of coffee, and than lighting a cigarette to hold between its lips Alexis settled down to write. For a few seconds the pen hovered above the paper, and than with a little nod from Alexis it came down and started to scribble. The handwriting wasn’t the best just as most doctor’s handwriting seemed to be rushed, and poor however it was in fact legible.

How strange it can be when everyone uses both the correct, and the wrong form of address for me. Pronouns never entirely wrong because I encompass everything, but never correct either because in encompassing everything I become something outside of it much as a box cannot be said to be part of whatever is inside of it. What’s inside of the box never changes, but what does change is what someone pulls out of it and the packaging the box displays.

I’ve been with women that only want me when I am masc. Been with men that only want me femme. Been with both in the other direction as well. A few people that just shrug and claim they are fine regardless of how I present, but than get surprised when one day I show up completely opposite of how they’ve normally seen me and perhaps even get embarrassed. Most people claim that they are accepting so long as the box doesn’t change past their expectations, and so long as what they pull out of the box meets with their desires. Most people never understand that they only ever see a fraction of what’s possible because that’s all they can imagine, and all they allow themselves to want.

There are a hundred stories to tell. Good, and bad both. Some few number of people doing their best to fully accept all of me. Some few number not accepting me at all in any way. Most people fall somewhere in the middle, and it’s been that way my entire life. Society after all does such a good job of dictating for us the roles we should fill, and the shapes of those roles and people follow along until or unless something happens to make them realize those rules and the shapes accompanying them are bullshit. Of course when you step outside of those shapes they punish you.

Dyke. Faggot. Queer. Homo. Freak. I’ve lost count of the words, and insults. The funny thing is how those words shift depending on who says them. Faggot from the mouth of some asshole cis het man feels like a spike through the chest reminding me that I’ve stepped out of the role assigned to me and that I’m wrong according to society. Faggot from the mouth of a beautiful woman sliding her strapon inside of me telling me to be good as I take her cock though? Now that’s almost enough to make me cum just on feeling her enter me. Dyke from some pretty boytoy twink whose whimpering as I threaten to crush his balls while I sit on his face, or use my strapon on him? It’s a delightful thing indeed, and of course the opposite goes as well. Dyke, butch, femme, pretty thing, handsome thing, faggot, twink, beautiful, I’m all those things and also none of them at the same time.

I am a paradox in that I am whatever someone perceives me as which is why I tell people to use they/them for I am multitudes, and am whatever they feel is correct to have next to them… but I am also one singular thing as well which is myself. I’m just a person. If anyone ever knew all of me, all encompassing everything that I am there would be no paradox. I’m not they, or her, or him. I’m it. It is just a person living its life. It wishes to reject these stupid roles, and meaningless shapes, and idiotic rules as best as it can. It has no “man” or “woman” within it, but is simply whatever it wishes to be in that day. Society decides what men, or women are supposed to be and ignores the grand wonderful complexity of existence because of a need to control people, and that is such a waste… it thinks.

Sometimes I consider trying to explain this to someone who matters. Perhaps someone who is like a *sister to me, or maybe I’ll find a **family, or someone I ***work for who I feel the need to have understand me, or sometimes… sometimes I just want to try to reach out to someone that’s both stranger and friend* at the same time. Sometimes I want to try to make people understand who I really am. How all they see is bits, and pieces and how they is just a pleasant little wrapper to make it more palatable for society despite the fact that even “they” is still enough to make someone scream and rage in confusion and denial. How though to explain such things, and more to the point why bother? All it does is make people uncomfortable. What of something as simple as a bathroom? Nearly all of them are labeled for men, or women. Where is it that it can pee when it is told by society that it should not exist, and is an aberration?

For that matter where does it fall within the boundaries of someone else’s sexuality when it is neither man nor woman, nor contains either but merely aspects society judges as masculine or feminine and thus assigns people to a role thereby? Roles that most people cannot fulfill as easily or fully as society would wish, but people pretend they do. Is it allowed for a lesbian to have sex with me because of what’s between my legs, and because I’m not a him? What of a gay man who smiles while I have my binder on, and although may ignore what’s between my legs enjoys the rest of what I offer? Only they can decide. I speak too much of sex here, but than gender so often is involved in relationships sexual or otherwise and I care so little what strangers think of me.

Except for in bathrooms, or when a large man walks behind me at night, or a woman looks at me with confusion if not downright fear, or a police man approaches, or I’m told “the women’s section of clothing” is over there or “the men’s section” is in that direction, or I tell someone that no that lingerie is for me and I get a particular look of distaste, or a hundred other small little situations. I care so very very little what people think of me… except for when I am forced to acknowledge the fact that I don’t fit.

Not he, not she, not they. It. Always It, and yet never It either. Always a paradox, a chameleon, a shifter moving from one role and one presentation to another. With one person I fill one role, and with another I fill a different one and each person picks what they perceive me as and never are they quite right.

Never are they entirely wrong either however.

Why must people be so bound to expectations, and rules placed upon us by an uncaring society, and roles forced on us by generations previous, and so much else when the real answer is obvious.

We are all stardust, and we are all made from that same stardust. We are all beautiful, and magnificent and should be just as free as any other stardust floating through the universe.

My name is Alexis Ogata, and I am stardust forced into the form of a person.

My name is Alexis Ogata, and I am neither he nor she not they in truth.

It is Alexis Ogata, and it is a person.

Staring at the words it had written Alexis read over the small… what was it? A journal page? A letter to itself? A letter to no one? It didn’t really matter. For a long moment Alexis considered actually keeping this one, and perhaps even showing it someone. Standing up it left the paper on the table and went to refill it’s coffee cup taking a long swig from the cup before returning and sitting down. Picking the paper up it did the same thing it had done every year since it started writing these, and using a lighter lit the paper on fire like some offering to whatever gods above might exist so that if nothing else understood at least whatever might exist above it would understand. Holding the paper Alexis turned it one way than the other ensuring all of it lit not caring as flames licked at it’s fingers until finally…

they let the paper drop into the ashtray to finish burning. Humming softly to themselves Alexis nudged the paper a couple of times using their lighter to help it along while finishing their cigarette until the paper was just ash surrounded by more ash and dropping the cigarette butt Alexis stood taking a moment to collect themselves. Binder tugged at to ensure it was in place correctly, buttons checked on their shirt to ensure it was done up properly, a hand over their hair to make sure it wasn’t standing up, glasses picked up and slid over their face, and finally a coat shrugged over slender shoulders. For a moment they stood there thinking how utterly fucking stupid it was that gender could be judged based off of someones clothing of all things before taking the ashtray to dump the ashes out in the trash, and than leaving their home. It was time to go to work.

Next year it would remember it’s gender once again, and take a moment to consider it again and just like the year previous and before that and before that it would come to the same conclusion.

That the whole thing was stupid, and it wanted no part of it at all.

Except perhaps as a kink.

(( * @astrxae ** @bioniczaunites *** @misstantabismuses @oculusxcaro * hope you all don't mind the tags. Slight fourth wall breaks as Alexis ponders the types of people they might want to tell, and also because I thought you all might be interested but no worries at all if not.))

#justalexisthings #alexisdrabbles

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What’s your opinions on J?

I don’t like him to put it simply. A lot of R’s fans see them as a package deal but I don’t and will never see him as someone I have to support because I like R.

There’s some R fans who genuinely like him and I can respect that. However, majority don’t care about him and use their relationship to get likes from R on Twitter. It’s shameless.

One thing about me is I don’t care who my fav celeb dates, if I don’t like their partner I will not support the relationship and won’t change my opinion for a like on Twitter from said celeb. Everyone always says “if you like R, you would want her happy and J makes her happy!” Every time someone says that I roll my eyes. If R/J break up tomorrow, the same people will slander him and say “I never liked him anyways!”

Anyways! Here’s the list of reasons why I don’t like J:

1. The most obvious and disgusting: how they started dating. They met when she was 17 (she blew out her 18th birthday candles on set of WSS and Spielberg himself said they had “sparks” and told R to stop giving heart eyes to J when filming…) and he was 23/24? And it looks like he lied about his age too so he’s a year older than originally thought…wow. The issue isn’t their age gap, it’s when the age gap started. If you have to wait until your partner becomes age appropriate to date publicly then it’s predatory and creepy. I also have reason to believe they started dating privately before she was 20. The whole “besties” crap they did for 3 years didn’t fool me. And even if nothing happened, waiting 3 years to ask your gf out because she’s now the right age is so gross. I’m around R’s age and the thought of pursing someone younger than 22 grosses me out. I don’t want to talk about prom or algebra homework on date nights…

I’m also willing to bet 10 billion dollars if someone asked R if she would date/pursue an 18 year old as 22(going 23 year old) she would say no….

Exactly my point….

2. I really don’t like his silence on R’s hate. A ig post, a comment or something would be better than nothing. This is a personal pet peeve of mine though so maybe not everyone feels as strongly about it. She puts 100000000 percent into him publicly and he does nothing in return.

3. I think he’s unprofessional tbh. I was not impressed with him during TBOSAS tour. He seemed either drunk or incoherent during some of the interviews or easily irritated. R had to save him on multiple occasions because he didn’t seem present or know what’s going on. However, I did think he was occasionally funny, insightful at times, had a nice vibe with Hunter / T and from what I’ve seen, he’s a great singer. I also found him giving love notes to R and T while filming really sweet. Other than that I wasn’t feeling his vibe at all. There’s a video I saw (found it) where R, T and J walked into someone’s livestream video. T immediately greeted the crowd and so did R and J stood in the background awkwardly with a smile. R also enthusiastically told T that she had the same sweater as someone behind the camera and T replied with interest then R quickly grabbed J so he doesn’t feel left out.

4. Adding to the above, R needs to be careful with having herself linked to him unnecessarily. She mentioned that she turned down playing Lucy Gray because she was going to be away from home too long and magically her bf gets cast and BAM, she accepts the role. Imagine turning down this role, a role that the director personally wanted you for and in a franchise you love because you’ll be away from your bf too long. I call BS on everyone not knowing that he was her bf beforehand. The fact that we know this is horrible. She shouldn’t be on any more projects with him and should allow him to do his own thing. It’s not her job to help him get a job.

#my answers #about j

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kokoverse-au · 1 year

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Anti-LustTale

(Or Love is not forbidden)

Masterlist

Characters' Masterlist

Let's talk!

*Howdy! Attention please, if you click on the links before reading the story, there may be spoilers! Good reading!*

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Characters

Ynaa (coming soon...)

Sans (coming soon...)

Papyrus (coming soon...)

Asgore (coming soon...)

Undyne (coming soon...)

Alphys (coming soon...)

Monster Kid (coming soon...)

Toriel (coming soon...)

There are other secondary characters.

All Undertale characters are present in this Alternative Universe.

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The story's synopsys

♡ This summary comes from Wattpad, where I published this AU's story in my first language: French. Soon, I'll post all the chapters on Archive of our own, in English. ♡

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"Fuck, Sans... If you had killed this human the day you found her, we wouldn't be here..." Undyne whispered to him, filled with remorse and guilt.

She passed his hands behind his back, anti-magic handcuffs surrounding them. Checking their placing, she locked them. Sans could not tell if she was hating him. Perhaps she was blaming herself, too. Perhaps everyone was feeling a little responsible. At least, he hoped so.

"Why did you do that?" she sighed, rhetorically.

"I did it out of love." Sans simply replied.

"That's the stupidest excuse you could have chosen..."

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Fast summary of the Story

Corrupted by the Lust, monsters live a hell everyday, sex and immorality being a daily routine. Sans is one of the most luxurious of them and then, the one who had always been the most disgusted by all of that. He lost hope. He lost will.

One day, while going to this giant purple door, he found a package. A human baby. And strangely, Sans felt... at peace.

Now, Sans has something to protect from this world. And he is not going to give up, even when everyone seems to be against him. But it might be easier than he thought: it seems that this little girl can change hearts...

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Universe's specifications

Creator: @kokoverse-au/@kokonattsu-tokui (myself)

Protagonists: Ynaa - Sans

At first, it was only a story "for fun" during a RP with a friend of mine. No true plot. A bit sad but fluff mostly. Cross was in a part of the RP too.

And then the RP stopped. I wanted to write this story on Wattpad and it became : "L'amour est permis malgré tout" in French. (I translated here in "Love is not forbidden" because the true translation "Love is allowed, despite all" sounded... weird for me).

Then, I realized that I could not just leave those plot holes and all, so I just "overwrote" anything.

Cross disappeared because... well... he was useless to the story? My friend loved him so he was in the RP but in my Alternative Universe, he has no reason to be here!

So yeah. It is based on Underlust. I kept the fluff and sad parts. I made things darker (like always). And here we go: Anti-LustTale.

AND NO! THERE IS NO PEDOPHILIA OR UNDERAGE! It's a dad-daughter relationship!

There is a reason behind this name and I think it is pretty obvious. The chapters are quite long, with some Sans' POV.

Now, now...

What should I choose? Happy or bad ending? It's been a while since I invented it but it doesn't really have an end now.

This Universe is located in the Original Multiverse and the Kokoverse. There might be a slight chance that the characters will appear in the Kokoverse events.

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Anti-LustTale/Love is not forbidden (Unique Volume)

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Annoncements

I drew the cover.

Underlust belongs to nsfwshamecave-pb.

Anti-LustTale belongs to me.

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:Jumiso | Yes, i am toner | Facial toner // Skincare

Alright alright alrigghhttt here back with some more :Jumiso skincare reviews this time with...

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A AHA 5% toner that gently removes dead skin and redefines pores.

:Jumiso Yes, I am Toner is a AHA (Alpha-hydroxy-acid - a type of acid deprived from sugar cane, fruit or milk) toner that is a gentle exfoliator for black heads, dead skin and is pore-refining. It's key ingredients are Gylcolic acid (found in sugarcane to eliminate dead skin cells and stimulate collagen production), Lactic acid (found in milk replicating the same process as Gylcolic, but in a more gentler form while improving skin & tone texture) and Panthenol (which is the fancier term for Vitamin B5 locking & holding water to keep your face moisturized). Suitable for all skin types. Alcohol-free.

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Directions: After cleansing, apply toner to a cotton pad and gently wipe over your face.

Package: The toner comes in a white box, an aesthetically pleasing minimal design and color (blue in this case). A cute illustration of a cartoon girl patting the toner on her face and THE dog. THE dog that is Where's Waldo-ing it up throughout not only on their packaging but the products themselves. I'm guessing this particular skincare mini-line was it's debut haha.

Product: The toner comes in a skinny white 150 ml plastic bottle (it shares the exact same design as the packaging). Has a screw cap and a doohickey (yes I have to refer to it as that because for the life of me I can't figure out what it's correct terminology is called) that controls the liquid from pouring out everywhere. Decent size for a toner.

Fragrance: The fragrance gives me a good chuckle every now and then. To me personally it smells like bubble fluid. This is my first time introducting AHA to my skincare so I'm not entirely sure if this is the standard AHA smell. It's not a bad thing, it doesn't smell horrible to me it's just that haha. It's not overbearing either, you can't really smell it all too much once you apply it over your face.

Texture: Nothing too grand. To be honest it's toner haha. Like, it's all liquid. This one is just clear liquid. Water basically.

Price: I purchased this product on a really good sale, it was half of the original price. Original price I feel it's pretty decent compared to other toners out there in the market. I can't really compared in terms of the AHA/BHA standpoint since this is my first, but even then I say it's more affordable and probably worthy of trying.

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✎ 1st impression So far I like it! I've learned you're technically not supposed to use AHA/BHA toners daily. I'm guessing cause of the strong/fast working acidity?? You can eventually use it daily once your face gets used to the ingredients. For obvious reasons I've been using it every other day for sensitive skin issues. And to wear suncreen if you're going outside. For me since I work indoors, it really hasn't been an issue. And if I am going outside I change my skincare routin according to. Overall it's been a decent experience with my first time using AHA toner. At first my face did felt a slight irritation, feeling of itchiness but after a couple of uses it's gotten use to it. One more thing I want to discuss is the name... this whole time before typing up my review I kept referring it to as Yes, I am A Toner, but it's I am Toner. I am Toner?? It just seems so Engrish to me. Like those 90's stationary, actually not even 90's they still kinda do that today if you go to places like Daiso and you read the text, and you do a double take. It's all very amusing. Wait till I hit you with the Snail & Centella review, oh boy.

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"Great products are our expertise"

Ingredients: Water, Butylene Glycol, Glycerin, Caprylyl Methicone, Pentylene Glycol, 1,2-Hexanediol, Chlorella Vulgaris Extract, Malachite Extract, Bifida Ferment Filtrate, Bifida Ferment Lysate, Lactobacillus Ferment Lysate, Lactococcus Ferment Lysate, Saccharomyces Ferment Filtrate, Polymnia Sonchifolia Root Juice, Hyaluronic Acid, Hydrolyzed Hyaluronic Acid, Sodium Hyaluronate, Pancratium Maritimum Extract, Cetearyl Olivate, Hydrogenated Polydecene, Sorbitan Olivate, Dimethicone/Vinyl Dimethicone Crosspolymer, Glucose, Tromethamine, Ammonium Acryloyldimethyltaurate/VP Copolymer, Hydroxyacetophenone, Acrylates/C10-30 Alkyl Acrylate Crosspolymer, Fructooligosaccharides, Fructose, Sodium Phytate, Silica, Ethylhexylglycerin, Alpha-Glucan Oligosaccharide, Maltodextrin, Lactobacillus, Carbomer.

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You can purchase :Jumiso Yes, I am Toner: here at iherb. Using my rewards code HXI4668 can earn you up to 30% off Super Rewards deal weekly. Enjoy. ♡

DISCLAIMER: I bought this product with my own money. This is my honest review. I was not paid to review this product. I do not claim to be a medical or professional advisor. My reviews is to merely share my skincare journey and hoping to help others through my experiences.

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A Room with the Cook (Sanji X Fem Reader)

♡ Tags: Fluff, One Bed Trope, Friends with Nami, Reader is a Member of the Straw Hat Pirates, No Angst, Comfort, Love Confessions, Sharing a bed

♡ Content Warnings: N/A

♡ Words: 6.7k

♡ Summary: You are a member of the Straw Hat pirates who has just so happened to have fallen for the ship's cook. After unforeseen circumstances, you're forced to share a room... and one bed.

♡ a/n: this is kind of an old fic, it was posted originally on feb. 10th and my writing style has changed a bit since then lol i hope you enjoy it anyways <3

♡ ao3 link!

Ever since you joined the Straw Hats, you've had a huge crush on the ship’s chef. As hard as you've tried to convince yourself otherwise, the feelings always end up coming back.

Every time he makes a dessert specifically for you, you secretly melt. Every time he mindlessly flirts with you, you have to hold back the desire to tell him how you truly feel. Watching him sacrifice himself for the sake of the crew over and over again during battles shakes you like no other. There was no denying that you loved Sanji, but there was no way you'd let him know that.

For the record, you didn't want anyone to know, but of course at least one of them had to find out. Seeing as Nami is the most observant on the ship, it was no surprise when she had confronted you about your crush a few weeks ago. You asked her how she found out and she made it painfully clear that you didn't do a good job at hiding your emotions around him. Ever since that conversation had happened, Nami’s been your wing woman every step of the way. She eggs you on almost every second of the day, saying things like “You really think he's going to turn you down? Don't you realize how desperate he is?” and “Come onnn...you'd be doing Robin and I a favor!”. You always just laugh and nod. Nami’s quips never fail to make you smile. She's really been there to help during this entire ordeal, whether it's with dropping hints to the cook himself or listening to you rant about why you're fond of him, she always has your back. Sometimes a little too much.

It had been a normal day on the Grand Line- terrible weather, rivaling pirates and bounty hunters everywhere, the Marines refusing to back down, the whole package. You had all managed to just barely scrape by alive. Luckily, there was no better doctor the world had to offer than Chopper so no one was in extremely critical condition, just lots of miscellaneous bruises and scratches.

It was getting close to nighttime and Nami had made it clear that it would be necessary to stop somewhere for the night. The Thousand Sunny was so easily recognizable in this area that it would be detrimental if they were once again targeted, especially in these stormy conditions. When they finally found a small and eerie island, the navigator ordered the ship to be docked along the coast. Everyone on the crew obeyed and some of you started packing small bags for the detour.

You walk to your room and throw your comfiest pair of pajamas and a toothbrush with toothpaste in a small backpack. You figure you'd only be staying until morning so there was no reason to pack more than that. As you walk back out onto the deck, you notice Sanji walking along with his hands in his pockets. He strolls towards Nami and you watch as he asks her if they're good to go. This wouldn't be a big deal if his eyes weren't hearts, but it was Sanji so of course they were. You tried to ignore the jealousy bubbling in your chest. You knew Nami didn't have feelings for Sanji, she made that very obvious to everyone on the ship, yet seeing him look at her that way still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Your thoughts are interrupted by Nami’s voice confirming Sanji’s inquiry, we’re all set.

As you step off the ship, you get a huge chill. This island resembles Thriller Bark far too much for your comfort. You look over at the rest of the crew and their faces seem to read the same thought, especially Zoro’s for some reason. You swallow your fear and follow in the footsteps of your friends through the twisted black trees and dark red leaves on the ground. Finally, you hear Luffy scream at the top of his lungs that he can see a small building in the distance. You squint your eyes and try to make out the structure he's talking about. You only start to see it as you get closer, the fog being too thick to get a good look at anything.

You and the crew approach the rundown building. Its wood is rotting and the roof looks like it's one shake away from completely collapsing. You shoot a look of skepticism towards Nami and she just shrugs her shoulders and has a “What else are we gonna do?” espression. You open your mouth to say something but before you can, Luffy is already skipping inside laughing. Zoro immediately follows, and of course, Chopper is riding on his shoulders with his hat pulled over his eyes out of fear. “Well this should be interesting. I wonder if this happens to be a gathering place for murderers or maybe a cult.” You hear Robin say all too calmly. Usopp takes the thought right out of your mouth as he asks her why she'd say something like that at a time like this. Your attention is stolen as Sanji lights a cigarette and takes a long drawn out breath from it. “C’mon guys, it's not like we're gonna find anywhere else to go.” He says as he walks in the shack after Zoro. As much as you really don't want to go to this sketchy place, your desire to follow Sanji is too overwhelming to keep standing outside. You hear the crunch of the leaves stop as your shoes hit a glossy wood floor.

The whole crew stands in the entrance, looking around in awe. In front of them was the most pristine, gorgeous and high class looking place any of them had ever been in. The floor looks as if it's never even been walked on. You look up and take in all the different lights above you. They range in all sizes and shapes but somehow it works perfectly with the atmosphere of the inside. You glance over to your right and giggle as you see Chopper, Usopp, and Luffy’s eyes turn to stars. You take in everyone’s entertained expressions, loving seeing what each person is thinking about right now. It's obvious that Brook’s eyes (if he had any, yohohoho!) are fixated on the live band playing in the corner of the room upon a small black stage. Zoro is looking at the collection of numerous katanas all aligned symmetrically over the check in desk straight ahead. You swear you see Franky take a handful of mints from a bowl while no one else is looking.

You try not to look at Sanji but your eyes move on their own, as they tend to do. You have to hold in a sigh of admiration as you realize what he's looking at. In the same area as the band, there are dozens of empty round tables all dressed in white tablecloths with rose centerpieces. There's no doubt that the cook is thinking about this place’s menu. Every time you're made aware of the chef and his passion you want to double over in infatuation. It sounds pathetic when you say it in your own mind but there's nothing you can do to stop it. You even find yourself picturing the both of you at a table together, enjoying fine cuisine and conversation.

Your gaze along with everyone else’s is pulled away when Nami begins walking back with 5 room keys dangled around her finger. “When did she get those?”, you ask yourself in your mind. You can't help but blush when you realize you'd been too busy ogling at Sanji to notice she had already checked everyone in. “Alright guys, there's something seriously weird about this place,” Nami said seriously. Everyone was listening intently. “I think we'll be okay for the night, but once you get in your rooms, stay there. No one is allowed to leave until you hear me knock on each of your doors tomorrow morning, got it?” She asks. You were half relieved but still half terrified. That was such a mixed message. You thought about whether you should begin to prepare for a fight or not. You saw Luffy’s arm stretch and snatch one of the keys away from Nami. “Shishishi,” Luffy laughs. “I like this place!” He said while snapping his outstretched arm back. Nami was clearly resisting hitting him. “I'm serious! We have to be careful.” She directs. Everyone nods in agreement.

“Ok everyone, listen up. They have a weird “two person to a room” policy so we'll be splitting up in pairs.” Nami holds out each of the remaining four keys. “Usopp, go with Luffy.” She said while pointing to the sniper and signaling him to go with their captain. “I'm counting on you to make sure he doesn't leave.” Usopp grins and throws up a thumbs up. Luffy laughs again and playfully hits Usopp on the head. “This is going to be great!” He yells and sticks both his hands in the air. Usopp’s grin turns to a nervous smile. “You guys matched yourselves up already it looks like, so just go ahead.” Nami says while handing another key off to Zoro, who still has Chopper on his shoulders. Zoro simply nodded and grasped the key in his hand. Chopper’s amazement of the inside of the building has since vanished and now has been replaced with fright once more as he grips Zoro’s mossy hair. You start to get a little nervous as Nami continues to pair people up together. You know your best friend and her cunning ways. There's a voice in your head telling you that she might have something up her sleeve but you try to shoo it away. Surely she'll pair you two together in the end instead of the devious plan you consider she may have.

She continues assigning roommates and calls to Brook and Franky, letting them know they'll be in the same room. Franky puts his arms together and yells out a classic “Suuppeerrrrr!” and Brook gives a hardy “Yohohoho!”, in response. Usually, Brook’s laugh was always contagious and never failed to make you crack a smile as well, but in this moment, you knew exactly where this was going. There was no way Nami was about to pair either herself or Robin with Sanji. You look over to Sanji who has a stupidly wide grin on his face. Clearly he's realized that no matter who he ends up with, it'll be one of the three women. “Alrighty so Robin and I will room together,” Nami says, clapping her hands together, Robin lets out a small giggle. “Which leaves (Y/n) and Sanji! Perfect!” No one else realizes that Nami has a devilish glint in her eyes, but you do.

You softly sigh as you realize what being in a room alone with that man for an entire night might do to you. All you have to do is not accidentally confess or get caught up in emotion, you tell yourself. That was probably going to be a lot easier said than done. You glance over to Sanji who is currently spinning around the room like an absolute fool, the smoke from his cigarettes coming out in perfect heart shapes. “(Y/n)-Swaaaannnn!!” He cried out. “I can't believe I’m the luckiest man on earth and get to stay with youuu!”

It was impossible to lie to yourself. Watching the cook say things like this about you was extremely flattering. You're highly aware that he acts like this around all women but even just hearing him say your name is enough to make your face turn pink. You force your eyes away from him, acting like you don't desperately crave all his attention, and look over to Nami. She shoots you a quick wink and sticks out her tongue. You glare back at her but don't come off intimidating in the slightest. The eye contact is broken as you're almost pushed over by a gust of wind. The source of that wind being Sanji rushing past you at full speed to grab the key away from Nami.

As Sanji heads back your way, he seems to have gotten a little control of himself. His eyes are still two bright pink hearts but at least he's manageable. All of the others are walking to their rooms, which leaves you two as the last to start heading over. You start to walk at a fast pace, desperate to just get inside for the night and try to calm down. Sanji barely gives you room to breathe. Every time you turn your head, he's right there at your side. It's taking everything in you not to show how much you're enjoying this. Instead of focusing on the man you love being so close next to you, you take in the sights of this mysterious hotel. Your brain wanders and tries to pick up any clues on things that seem to be off. You notice how there is no one in the restaurant or the lobby besides the receptionist and the band who's been playing the same tune the whole time. You also recall Nami mentioning the “two person to a room” rule, although, you can't be positive that that wasn't a lie to get you and Sanji to spend the night together. While walking up the stairs the thought crosses your mind that this place looks way bigger on the inside than it does on the outside. There was definitely something suspicious going on, as your fellow crewmate had pointed out. You want to keep looking for hints as to what this building really is but you hear the sound of a door unlocking and snap out of your fake detective mode. Sanji opens the door and holds it wide open, waiting for you to step inside first. You smile weakly and say thank you as you take one more deep breath in and step through the door.

You step into the room and it's more luxurious than you ever would've imagined. You hear Sanji let out a small gasp and realize you're both thinking the same thing. This room is incredible. It was decorated top to bottom in black and red. The floors were the same wood as there is in the lobby and the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling is a deep crimson, saturated in white gems. As much as you're weirded out by the fact that this place looks like a tattered hut from the outside, you aren't complaining right now. You take off your shoes at the door and walk into the full spread of the room. It isn't until you walk down the tiny entrance hall that you notice something that's a huge problem. There's only one bed. You desperately look around the room frantically and try to spot a couch or a chair or anything you could sleep in. Nothing. The only fitting place for a person to sleep is on this gorgeous bed with black sheets and maroon silk pillow cases. It's the most romantic scene you've ever seen in your life, and all you're doing is praying you don't let anything slip.

You hear the clack from Sanji’s dress shoes being set down on the wood and laugh nervously as the cook comes up behind you. He quickly realizes the situation as well and joins you in nervous laughter. “Well isn't that something..” He says, his words trailing off by the end. “Yeah… something.” You respond. Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. In reality, you want nothing more than to just drape the covers over you and the man who's standing next to you and cuddle all night long. But that isn't something you can just say. You're about to offer to sleep on the floor when he beats you to it. “A lady’s beauty sleep should never be taken away from her. Please,” He said, bowing his head and gesturing toward the bed. You hope the darkness of the room was enough to hide how red your face was. “But then there's nowhere for you to sleep. I can sleep on the floor, I do it all the time on the Sunny anyways.” You try to stay as laid back as possible. Sanji's face is one of shock and disbelief. He stands up straighter than he already had been. “As a gentleman, I could never in good conscience let that happen. Especially when the bed in question is one so fit for a queen. It's perfect for you, Mademoiselle.” He says with an angel’s voice. You feel tears start to pool in your eyes. You can't really pinpoint from what emotion. You decide it's probably due to how overwhelming this entire situation is. Your heart flutters as you realize how much you're cherishing this. You don’t want to be the one to offer the one obvious solution, but you know Sanji won't be the one to do it. You know that he'd rather die than take up an inch of space if it means you'll get a better rest. You walk to the bed, sit down on the edge, and brace yourself.

“I mean, it's not like we’re enemies or anything. Why don't we just share the bed?” You say in a calm tone laced with nervousness. Sanji’s face lights up and he tries to hide it. It's the cutest thing ever. He coughs. “I wouldn't want to be a bother to you in your sleep. I'm perfectly content sleeping on the floor, (Y/n)-san.” He says sincerely. You can't help but laugh. “Sanji, come on. I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor when there's a bed this nice right here. We're probably not gonna get an opportunity to sleep this well for the next few years, honestly.” You chuckle. “Plus, the bed is huge, we're not being forced to huddle together for warmth-” Your speech stops as you realize what you said. Sanji’s face also had a small pang of shock. Both of you blush. “...So we won't even notice the other is there.” You try to save the conversation. “And if you refuse, I'll just sleep on the floor then too.” You promise. He lets out a puff from his cigarette and sighs. “I guess there isn't any point in trying to change your mind.” He smiles, takes the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it out with his fingers. He saunters to the trash can and throws the butt down. He looks back over to you. His eyes have such a genuine and caring look to them. You have to force yourself not to get lost within them. “But if you're uncomfortable for even one second, please let me know.” He says in the softest voice you've ever heard. Hearing Sanji talk like this is music to your ears. You've never in your life heard someone sound so real and worried about your comfort. It’s like a breath of fresh air. He’s a breath of fresh air. You say nothing in response, afraid you might say something too bold. You give him a pleasant nod and his smile widens. He takes off his suit jacket, drapes it on the hotel room desk, and walks over to the unoccupied side of the bed.

This is something you've always wanted but not in the context you'd always dreamed it would be. That was okay. This was enough. You just have to make sure you don't make a fool out of yourself.

You reminded yourself to murder Nami in the morning.

You lay down as close to the edge of the bed as you can possibly get. Sanji does the exact same. You both look at each other with a nervous smile as you pull the covers over yourselves and exchange quiet good night wishes. There's so much space in between you two it's almost embarrassing. If a stranger were to walk in right now and look at the scene, they'd no doubt assume that you guys were a couple who'd gotten into a nasty fight. You both turn to face away from each other and you settle down into the bed. It really is the most comfortable bed you've ever been in. How you and your crew managed to kick out with this one is beyond you. You only realize how exhausted you really are when you're completely settled in. You hold your breath and the whole room goes quiet except for Sanji’s quiet and consistent breathing. You can tell he's asleep and you relax a little bit at the realization. Maybe this actually will end up fine, as long as you stay all the way over on this side and he does the same thing, everything will be alright. With this thought in mind, you drift asleep almost instantly.

You have no idea what time it is but it must be really early in the morning because the windows in the room are telling you that it’s still pitch black outside. You're calm for one moment until you remember you're currently sharing a bed with the man you're secretly in love with. Your face gets bright red immediately and you feel your heartbeat increase. You turn your head to the side and realize that Sanji throughout the course of the night has gotten significantly closer to you. You lose your breath as you take in the sight.

His hair is wavier than it usually is. You trace the golden locks against the pillowcase with your eyes. You hear his breathing and it sounds like home. You feel safe and calm next to him. He's about a foot away from you, close enough to touch. You almost consider it. You quickly throw the thought out of your mind, realizing how bizarre that would be. You need to go back to sleep, if you don't, you might get more of those insane thoughts. You can't bring yourself to look away. He looks so peaceful. You describe it in your mind as angelic and dreamy. God, you wish this was your view every morning. You smile to yourself as your eyelids begin to get heavy again. You maneuver your whole body so that you're completely facing him. The next thing you know, you're drifting off to the tranquil sight of Sanji fast asleep.

The next time you wake up is a few hours later. It's still dark outside but there's a tiny bit of sun peeking through the windows. You smile to yourself as you nudge your head further into the warmth in front of you. You squeeze your arms just a tiny bit, pulling in the body you're wrapped around ever so slightly. You hum in contentment.

Suddenly, your eyes shoot open as you realize what's happening.

Immediately, you pull back and sit up straight in the bed. You put your hands on your face in anguish as you mumble soft curses out loud. How could you do this? How did this happen? Why didn't he wake you up to stop you??? You're a mess. You curl your knees up to your chest and hope that Sanji hadn't realized anything that had happened. Your hopes are shattered as you watch him turn around, look at you with worry, and join you in sitting up. He looks so concerned and you think you just might start crying. You turn your head away from him.

“I am so, so sorry! I had no idea what I was doing, I have no idea why I did that, oh God..” You plead. You felt like your entire world was ruined. He was probably thinking about how weird you are in his head at this very second. You glance back over to him and you can tell that he's still exhausted. His eyes are droopy and his hair is messy, he looks perfect to you. You feel your heart bang against your chest as you can't help but indulge with an extra long look. As sleepy as he is, he's still awake enough to have this conversation, to your dismay.

“Why are you apologizing, (Y/n)-san?” He looks at you with those caring eyes and you feel yourself melt on the inside. “Well.. because… I don't know.” You try to collect your thoughts and not sound as flustered. “I was literally like spooning you! That's weird!” You said and tried to hide your sadness with laughter. If you could manage to play this off as a random fluke, you might be able to get out of this alright. Sanji doesn't laugh when you do. “I don't think it's weird.” He said, almost plainly. He sounds like he's trying to reassure you.

“But… it is! Wh-Why didn't you wake me up?” You respond, trying your absolute hardest to keep control of the situation. Sanji smiles and runs a hand through his slightly curly hair. You accidentally let a loving sigh slip out of your mouth. He definitely notices, but luckily doesn't say anything. “(Y/n), I didn't wake you up because I didn't want to disturb your rest.” He exhales. “You looked so comfortable, I didn't dare move you even an inch. Plus… it was really nice.” He looks you in the eye and smiles brightly. A light red blush dusts his cheeks, you refrain from making a comment about how cute it is. All you can do is smile and say “Thanks.” His gaze lingers on you and you see a glint in his eye. You tell yourself it's because he's still in a drowsy state from just waking up but it feels like more. He's not looking away. You don't want him to but at the same time it's getting overwhelming. Seeing him so disheveled is something completely new. Even when you'd see him in the morning making breakfast he was always completely put together. When he fought, he was elegant and succinct, even when bruised and bloody. Witnessing him with his dress shirt wrinkled and slightly unbuttoned, messy curly hair, and foggy eyes gives you a feeling you aren't used to. Your heart pulses hard as you stare at each other.

You take in every detail of him in this state. It feels so domestic and real. You want nothing more than to live like this for the rest of your life. The way he's looking back at you makes it seem like he's thinking the same thing. Could there be a possibility he feels the same way towards you? You scold yourself for thinking something so crazy but… his eyes look so full of life. He's giving off pure warmth. He looks so content. The way he's looking at every part of you in the most respecting and appreciative way makes you feel like maybe you're not so crazy. You had promised yourself to hold back from making any bold claims but at this point, you can't help yourself anymore. What's the worst that could happen? The cook is always flirting with you anyways, even if he didn't reciprocate your feelings, he'd still be flattered. You can always just tell him to forget you ever said anything and go back to your normal selves. The desire to find out if this could end up being something more is eating away at you. You need to ask.

“Hey, Sanji?” You ask, looking up at him shyly through your eyelashes. He looks like he's holding back the will to dramatically flirt. “Yes, (Y/n)-swan?” He asks eagerly. You let out a huff. Are you really about to do this? This is so unlike you. You may as well use the courage while you have it because you know it'll be gone in mere minutes. “Would you say that you… like me?” You finally manage to ask. He smiles and puts a hand on his neck. “Of course, dear! Why would you have any reason to believe I didn't?” He looks at you with a kind but confused look. You sigh again. He didn't pick up on what you were saying. Which means you're going to have to say it again but be even more specific. Yay. “Not like that. Umm..” This was a lot more difficult than you imagined it to be thirty seconds ago. “I mean in a more than just crewmates way, like… in a romantic way?” You squint as you say those last words. This was so terrifying. It seems that the message had gotten across this time because Sanji looks completely caught off guard. You wait for a response.

Sanji’s face instantly gets bright red. He begins to shuffle his hands together and his usually cocky personality has been diminished. He looks just as scared as you feel. “Well, I mean, uh.” He looks towards you for a second and immediately looks away. You're not an idiot, it's not that hard to put two and two together. Your heart leaps through the air as you realize that you might actually have a chance with the cook. You suddenly feel a lot more at ease with your feelings. “I only ask because I do.” You look at him with a soft smile, one that could only be described as absolutely smitten. His glittered blue eyes quickly move to meet yours. He looks like a kid who's just been told they can get any toy from the toy store. “What?” He asks, shock drenching his tone. Well, it's now or never.

“I like you, Sanji. A lot.” Saying it out loud isn't as hard when the person you're saying it to is matching your lovesick expression. His face turns skeptical. You feel all your fear come back. “D-Did Nami put you up to this? If this is a joke I don't think I can take it, Mellorine.” He says quietly and desperately. You hear him mumble under his breath about how he's going to have words with the other woman, but watch as he quickly remembers his own ideals and scratches that thought. It's impossible to stop yourself from laughing. “Nami?! No! She hasn't told me anything, why would she?” You say between laughs. If this ends up being what you're thinking it is then you'll be the one having words with her.

“Because she’s, well, she's the only one that knows how I feel… except… you as well, apparently.” He chuckled nervously, twiddling his thumbs some more. You giggle once more. So you were right, that's great to know. Suddenly you're hit with a sour thought though. “Wait but,” You start to question. He looks at you as if you're going to ask him the most important question in the world. “I thought you, y’know, liked Nami like that.” You say with slightly somber undertones. He makes a face that shows his feelings have been hurt. “(Y/n)-san…” He takes your hands in his. His hands are so soft. They fit perfectly within yours, it all feels so right. You hope you're not dreaming. “I had to keep flirting with the other ladies because if I didn't, I knew you'd ask why. I was scared of doing anything out of the ordinary on the chance that you might end up figuring it out and,” He pauses. Get uncomfortable.” You look into his eyes as he avoids yours. He looks sad, as if he's currently making you uncomfortable by telling you this. Has he already forgotten that you just confessed your feelings to him? Your heart aches as you think about how much he truly cares for you. He’d been hiding his own feelings and acting in ways he didn't want to just to make sure there'd be no way you'd end up out of your comfort zone. How did you manage to get such a man to like you back?

You chuckle and cover your mouth. He looks back up at you, that twinkle in his eye has multiplied significantly. “Oh, Sanji,” You whisper as you rub circles onto his skin. “I could never be uncomfortable with you.” His eyes are shining brighter than you've ever seen them. His mouth is hanging open ever so slightly. You have no idea how you never saw it before. This was single handedly the best day of your life.

You both take a long moment just staring at each other. You enjoy each other’s company so much, why stop? You rub your thumb back and forth along his hand as he squeezes yours in return. You can tell he's in awe, but then again, so are you. You think about kissing him. You want to so badly but realize that might be taking things too far too fast. Afterall, you'd only just made both of your feelings clear, it's not like he's asked you out or anything. The thought of Sanji asking you on a date makes your heart flip. You try not to get ahead of yourself. As you both make eye contact, you can tell how tired the man in front of you still is. He's been through so much lately, you've witnessed it all first hand. The non stop fighting, running, cooking, and everything else he's been tasked with has clearly taken its toll. Right now, he deserves to get the best rest of his life.

“You look so handsome when you're sleepy, you know that?” You say to him in a playful but genuine voice. You swear you can see his heart beat through his crinkled button up. He puts his hands over his face and you hear him weakly protest “Stop it!”. You could very easily get used to flustered Sanji, it was adorable. You take one of his hands off of his cheek and hold it in your own as he lets the other flop down onto the blanket. You bring his hand up to your mouth and place a gentle kiss against the back of his hand. He lets out a small gasp and you can see stars in his eyes. “You should get back to sleep, I can practically see the sheep waiting to be counted.” You say in an equally tired tone. He closes his eyes and nods in agreement. You let go of his hand and lay back down, maneuvering the covers back over you. He hesitates before sinking back under the covers, but when he does, he wastes no time wrapping his arms fully around you and pulling you in.

As your head rests against his chest, you listen to his heart beat. It's extremely fast. You smile to yourself at the fact. You match his movements by embracing him in a hug as well. He lets out a pleased hum and nestles his chin on top of your head. He squeezes you tighter and you do the same.

“I can't tell you how happy you make me, (Y/n). I really am the luckiest guy in the world.” He says with that same mesmerizing angelic tone you die for. Your thoughts are flooded with only those of love. “I can't tell you how happy you make me!” You say, your face still being fully pressed into him. “I can't believe this is happening!” He laughs sleepily and rubs your back in the most sincere and relaxing way possible. You feel yourself drowning in the good feeling. You know you're going to pass back out any second. “I can't wait to spoil you like I've always wanted to…” He says on the brink of falling asleep. Your heart swells as the words echo in your ears. “Right back at you..” You respond in a cheery but obviously flustered tone.

Before you know it, you can hear his sleep specific patterned breathing once more, but this time it's inches away from you. Just like you always hoped it would be someday. You can't help but think about the future. Future nicknames, future dates, future wedding planning. Maybe you're getting ahead of yourself. Before any of that you had to keep your eye on the task at hand- cursing out Nami for never mentioning the fact that the man you've been pining over has liked you back this whole time. You smile to yourself as you think about telling your best friend the good news. Your thoughts are interrupted by another big squeeze from Sanji. Even in his sleep he desperately tries to hold you closer. There is definitely a conversation that's going to have to happen tomorrow, but that's okay. Now instead of this being a topic you swore to avoid, it was something you were looking forward to talking about. You drift away into a deep sleep as you listen to the beat of your lover’s heart, the rhythm aligning perfectly with yours.

In only a few hours' time, you're woken up by the intense banging on the door and Nami’s voice yelling at the both of you to get up. “We gotta go! We're being ambushed! They have the Sunny!” You heard your friend scream in terror at the hurried pounding continued. You instantly (and unfortunately) separated yourself from Sanji and you both sprang out of bed without a second thought.

You both looked at each other, then at the bed, then back at each other. You both wore a look of “Did that happen? Is this real? Are we a thing now?”. It clicked in both of your heads at the same time that none of it had been a dream. Sanji runs over to you and scoops you up in his arms. He holds you by your waist and twirls around in place, laughing and resting his head against your chest. You grin and fling your arms around his neck, never wanting to let go.

You relish in the moment until it finally hits you what Nami had been freaking out over. You start lightly smacking Sanji in his back. “Put me down! Put me down! We have to go, oh my god!” You frantically spoke. He set you down delicately without hesitation. He puts his hands against your cheeks and looks at you with a look of utmost concern. “What is it, Love? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asks, full of concern. You contain your excitement about him calling you “Love”. “No, no! I'm fine! Didn't you hear Nami? We're under attack. I don't know who but.. someone took Sunny!” You try to speak as fast as possible. You've already wasted too much time. His face turns from concern to anger in a split second. It's a good look on him. “Well we gotta get her back, let's go!” He says as he grabs his jacket off the desk and slips it on in one smooth motion. You both put your shoes on in a more than timely fashion and you swing the door all the way open. You don't even try to stop yourself from blushing as he grabs your hand and runs out the door.

You quickly catch up with the rest of the crew. Everyone is running at top speed and attempting to come up with a plan on the fly. Nami looks back while taking a head count and sports a sly grin as she notices you guys holding hands. You and Sanji both look at each other with a knowing but playful glare. “Shut up!” You both say sarcastically in tandem. She giggles and throws up an “Okay” sign with her hand, turning back around to help come up with a plan of attack. You smile at each other after realizing you said the same thing at the same time. No words are needed in this exchange. His deep sea colored eyes are filled with hope as he looks at your hands interlocked together. You feel your eyes glint with the same hope as you meet his gaze. Even though you're running for your lives, everything feels right.

You're fired up and full of confidence. Right now, all you want to do is get your beloved ship back. The faster your crew gets Sunny, the faster you get to spend more time with Sanji.

And you'd be damned if you let a bunch of scumbags get in the way of you and your cook.

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shouto request::: instead of shouto constantly spoiling reader, how about reader spoiling him instead?

we start the day by waking him up with kisses, cooking him breakfast with lots and lots of hugs, pack some lunch for the picnic and spending the rest of the day with shouto under a tree, making each other flower crowns 🤩

JAN 11

character(s) : todoroki shouto (bnha)

format’s inspired by this post i made tbh

legend : [Y/N = YOUR NAME] you/your pronouns, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : purely fluff (x reader)

note(s) : so it’s still january 11 in my country, so i just managed to squeeze this in while it’s still his day 🤩 oh, and i listed everything you mentioned— i just added some spice (i think) and nuances to it

no proofread 😭 so that’s a small warning 😨

JANUARY 11

5:33 AM — the day starts. normally, you wouldn’t wake up this early (unless you had something planned ahead of time), you decided to have a head start, and finalize what you’ve prepared for this day. considering that shouto’s an early riser which is unfortunately, something that cannot be changed

6:11 AM — shouto, despite being deep into slumber, can feel the slightest bit of pressure on his cheeks, as it spreads to more places on his face— his forehead, his temples, the tip of his nose, the corners of his mouth. the entire package.

they feel light, and feathery on his skin. he grabs a concept of what is happening, and knows who’s doing it. a familiar warmth spreads throughout his chest— a fuzzy feeling. and he’s certain it’s not because of his left side.

6:12 AM — shouto, fakes being asleep, for just a little longer, basking in the affection he’s currently receiving. people might complain that this is only special treatment for an occasion like one’s birthday, but shouto takes it all in the same.

6:14 AM — shouto, finally awakes (for real, this time) peering an eye open, he catches a glimpse of the person of his many dreams.

6:19 AM — after a few more minutes of embracing one another, the two of you crawl out of bed to start breakfast.

shouto sits by the dining table, as you take charge of the morning’s cooking. normally, he’d try to assist you of this matter, but you heavily insisted— that you’d be the only one in the kitchen for the day. shouto couldn’t just,, refuse what you wanted even if he didn’t like the idea of you doing all the work.

6:35 AM — the two of you finish breakfast. after washing the dishes, shouto follows you back to your bedroom to clean your bed, as he pulls you back into the wave of blankets, just to spend some extra minutes with you.

you complain, that the two of you have somewhere to be for your day! but, his vice grip on you doesn’t falter.

6:45 AM — the two of you finally fix your bed. shouto, who originally was supposed to just stand there as you cleaned— ended up forcing his way into helping. there’s no stopping him.

6:46 AM — shouto, who again— drags you back into the clean, neatly arranged sheets, for a hug. you may have complaints and worried about ruining the freshly fixed sheets, but shouto pulls the birthday card, saying that this is what the birthday boy demands for.

7:36 AM — the two of you decide to get up after 40 whole minutes. the two of you (because it just so happens to be a tuesday on his birthday 😭) change into your school uniforms, and head out to the common room— in which shouto’s met with various other birthday greetings from his friends, and classmates.

7:44 AM — shouto watches from your side, as you pack up what you’ve been preparing. he asks what it is, and what it’s exactly for, but you never gave him a concrete answer.

12:30 PM — it’s now lunch break, and it’s time to execute your plan. the rest of your classmates collectively decide to not get in your way— after all, they all wish the best.

12:32 PM — you tell him on the way, that you’ve planned a picnic for his birthday. you don’t tell him more, and you don’t tell him less.

shouto’s never paid any special attention to his birthday (for obvious reasons) yet he could feel his stomach bubbling with excitement, when your words finally sunk in.

12:35 PM — moments before arriving to the final destination, you tell shouto to close his eyes. though not quite understanding why, he follows— having complete trust in you, and what you’ve planned.

12:38 PM — shouto’s eyes open, and his mismatched gaze falls onto the mellow field of grass that has a sightly tree for shade from any sunshine. it’s a place that’s not far from UA’s school grounds, but far enough to the point it’s comfortable.

shouto’s not particularly a fan of picnics, per say— but,, he likes this.

12:41 PM — you set down, and arrange the picnic. if shouto’s eyes weren’t shimmering with content already, then they are now— as his eyes are affixed onto his favorite kind of soba, and drink.

12:46 PM — shouto’s pleased with how his day has turned out, despite it being a school day. but the next thing you’ve pulled out caught his eye

shouto pauses from slurping down his soba, “what’s that?” curious, his heterochromatic eyes are set onto your lap, which is swarmed with flowers, and materials he knows of, but isn’t aware of it’s use.

“have you ever made a flower crown, shouto?”

shouto falls silent for a second, before responding. “no, i haven’t.” having never made a flower crown of his own, shouto feels as if he’d fall behind on this experience, due to the lack of thereof. lucky for him, he has someone like you.

“well, would you like to make one?”

shouto’s gaze falls back to his hands, as if he was hesitant of admitting this out loud. “i’m afraid.. i wouldn’t know how to make one.”

you smile, expecting this answer. “it’s okay. you can just follow my lead.”

“okay.” he sets down his soba, “thank you.” he lifts his head, and your eyes meet with such tenderness. “for this, for everything.”

“you don’t need to thank me for something like this, shouto.” you reach to measure his head with wired floral twine, “you do a lot— and i mean a lot for me. and, i just want to do something for you. just this once, y’know?”

you press a chaste kiss onto his cheek, before falling back to your work.

“i really love you, so much— and words just explain all of it, honestly.” you pull back your hands to check the measurements, “sounds kind of cheesy, doesn’t it?” you grab a handful of flowers, and arrange them into little clusters, “but it’s true! very true, shou.”

shouto’s silent, as he watches you create his very own (and first ever) flower crown. you finish up with your work, and feeling satisfied— you plop the finishes product onto your boyfriend’s head.

involuntarily, he could feel his eyes watering, and your words hits him hard— simulating power like a truck.

“and i, you.”

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