#cuz they r canonically not soft so!

[satiricaily]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unhealthy Relationships, slightly?, Museum Guide Hob, (But not really focused on), Funerals, Past Hob/Original characters, Background Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Character Study, First Kiss, (Although it was not very consensual at first), Look they're just not very good people (or anthropomorphic personifications in dream's case), But they do want something from each other and maybe it works out, Maybe it'll be disastrous, Anyways, Non-Explicit Sex, Their reunion don't go very swimmingly here, No beta I wrote this in the dead of night and slept at 5am, oh and, Abused use of italics Summary:

"You attended a funeral, I presume?" The stranger asks, his sharp blue eyes glancing down at Hob's black suit.

"One of many, yes," Hob nods. He feels strangely fragile all of a sudden. Like his friend can see the way he had cried at Amélie's gravestone if he said more, or how he had lasted long in the anger phase of grief when he realised his Stranger might never come back.

Or, Dream finds Hob at a cemetery for their reunion instead of the New Inn.

[urhoneycombwitch]

imagine being loved by me

🍯 honey flavour: your love has stood the test of time, thus far, but a party fit for a rockstar brings up some bitter emotions.

🐝 the bees: rockstar!Eddie x jealous!Reader

wc: 8k

cw: drugs and alcohol consumption, mentions of weight gain (eddie’s, in a positive manner), R has panic/anxiety attack, jealousy (talked about and resolved tho), softdom!Reader, softdom!Eddie, oral (E and R receiving), R has breasts + a V and referred to with she/her pronouns, P in V sex, cumming inside w/out protection

foreword: timeline is wobbly and may not align perfectly w canon bc I’m bad at math so shhhh suspend ur disbelief. based on this anon thank you v much anon <3

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It’s the coldest January Hawkins has seen in ages. Snow banks sit high on the roadsides, air thick with snowflakes, three-AM fog brought in courtesy of the bitter wind chill. 

Under the yellow floodlight of a nearby streetlamp, your boyfriend is sucking down the last of a joint while you stamp your feet against the gravel parking lot.

“C’mon, Eddie,” you whine, crossing the arms of your fleeced puffer jacket, bouncing on your heels to keep the blood flowing. “My toes are gonna get frostbite.”

“A touch dramatic,” Eddie replies, unbothered. The cherry of the joint between his lips burns orange, casting a warm glow over Eddie’s cheekbones, the twinkle of snowflakes caught in his bangs. “I told you to go in without me, princess. Warmer in there.”

“Without you? As if.” You pull the pity card, and it works, ‘cuz it always does- that boy has got to learn how to say no to you, one of these days. 

Not today, though, because Eddie is tamping out the ember on the sole of his boot and crunching up the snowy path to sling an arm around your neck.

“Grub time,” he says against your hair, pressing his cold lips to the side of your forehead as you both make your way into Benny’s Burgers.

The heated air is a welcome relief, and save for a couple of old-timers at a side table, you and Eddie are the only customers in the place. 

Benny greets you both from where he’s flipping patties on the kitchen grill, waving a spatula at the corner booth- “All yours, kiddos. Want the usual?”

You and Eddie call out affirmatives as you sink into opposing seats, unwrapping yourselves from all your winter gear as you go.

“God bless Benny Hammond for expanding his night hours,” you say, piling your green scarf on the tabletop. “This is a good tradition for us, y’know. Post-band practice smoking and coffee- very rock and roll.”

“I concur.” Eddie tosses his knit hat at you playfully. “You, my lady, have the most rock ‘n roll soul I ever did see.”

As Benny approaches with two mugs of steaming coffee, you muse aloud, “Not sure if the amount of sugar you’re about to dump in your coffee is very metal, per se...”

“Y’hear that, Benny?” Eddie grabs a fistful of sugar packets and shakes them indignantly. “My girl’s trying to keep me on the straight and narrow. How’s a rockstar s’posed to live in these conditions?”

“Lord knows,” Benny says, sardonic, setting the mugs down and turning back to the kitchen.

Eddie winces as his hands wrap around the heat of the mug, and you notice right away. “Your fingers splitting again? I have that salve that you used last time, but it’s back at the trailer.”

He puts his hand face-up onto the table, and you slip yours into his, the deep fingertip grooves from guitar strings rough against your soft palm.

“I’ll live. Plus, it’s kind of metal, right?” Eddie runs a calloused thumb across the back of your hand.

You squeeze back, give him a wink. “Very metal.”

Eddie’s been working himself to the bone lately. Trying to stay in school and not drop out is a feat in itself, but compounded with the band practices that have only ramped up in length recently, it’s a lot to balance.

He hasn’t complained at all, of course. It’s not really in his nature.

In the past few weeks, however, he’s been imbued with this near-manic energy, a renewed sense of purpose. In between your own fitful sleeps you often wake in the early hours of the morning to find Eddie hunched over his desk, pen flying across his notebook as he reworks an old song or outlines a new one. Not that you weren’t proud of him before, but seeing him apply this newfound passion to his music has been a huge source of joy for you. 

And, if you’re being really honest, also a major turn on. I mean, the boy’s got swagger like no other, and you’re so glad he’s finally utilizing it on stage. Even if that stage is in the middle of a piece of shit dive bar. Still counts, in your book.

Benny drops off baskets of hot fries, a burger for Eddie, and a BLT for you. Methodic and familiar, you offload half your fries to Eddie’s basket as he slides his burger towards you for the first bite. 

After a few minutes of peaceful eating, Eddie balls up a napkin in his fist and raps the table with his knuckles. “So, uh. Kind of have some news.”

You slot the ketchup bottle back into its metal holder and look up with raised brows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He looks suddenly nervous, knee knocking into the underside of the table as he bounces his leg compulsively. “You remember Paige Warner? Graduated in ‘81, brother is a baseball jock?��

When you nod, Eddie blows out a breath- his unease is kind of setting you on edge. 

“What about Paige Warner?” you prompt.

“She moved out to L.A. for a job and she’s working this scouting gig for some bigshot record,” he continues, absently pulling the thin napkin in his hands into pieces, staring vacantly at the mess. “And she wants Corroded Coffin to record and send out a demo to the label.”

As the news sinks in, your jaw drops. “Holy shit. What?”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s fidgeting with the paper scraps now, still not making eye contact with you. “She wants us to start recording next week. I haven’t told anyone else, yet, I wanted to make sure you were the first-”

You interrupt him with an excited little squeal (drawing glares from the old guys across the diner) and shove up from your side of the table to throw your arms around Eddie.

“Holy shit,” you repeat, laughing as Eddie pulls you into his lap- “Eddie, that’s amazing!”

“You think so?” he asks, your enthusiasm allowing his own to creep in; He slides his hands to your denim-clad hips, his self-professed favorite stress toy (well, tied for favorite with your thighs). 

“How come you were so nervous to tell me?” You ask him, gently, tucking his dark hair behind his ears so you can see his face better. “Were you thinking I’d react differently?”

He looks up at you wide-eyed, shakes his head- “No, no, I wasn’t worried about you reacting a certain way. I just… I’m just worried about what this’ll mean. You know. For us.”

“Us?” You echo, encouraging him to continue. 

Eddie squeezes at your hips, presses the crown of his head against your collarbone like he’s mustering up the courage to speak. “Yeah, us. I know L.A. isn’t your dream- shit, I don’t even know if it’s mine- but you didn’t sign up to go on the road like this. You’ve got college to consider, and-”

“So I’ll take a gap year,” you interrupt, putting a hand to his cheek to make him look at you again, and when he starts to protest, you talk over him. “No, Eddie, I’m serious. I don’t know what the hell I wanna do with my life yet anyways. Following my hot rockstar boyfriend to a new town sounds like a pretty good deal to me.”

He shakes his head again, and you can feel his dimples spring to life under your hand as he teases, “Gonna be my little groupie?”

“And more,” you confirm, giving him a kiss (chaste, so as not to invoke any more ire from the grumpy other customers) and sliding off his lap to return to your own seat. “I’ll be your assistant extraordinaire, if you want. Or bodyguard. Make sure none of the other groupie chicks get too close.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, fondly. “You’re the only groupie I need, sweetheart.”

Settling back into your respective seats, you both work on the last basket of fries while chatting genially about the future. Eddie mentions getting an apartment in Los Angeles, so there’s less of a commute, which branches the conversation into the logistics of a cross-country move, and then on to more important topics such as the alleged coolness of west-coast parties. 

“Who’s your celebrity hall pass?” you ask, out of pure interest, dipping a fry into the well of ketchup. “Like, say you’re rubbing elbows at some famous muckety-muck’s party and someone catches your eye. Who’re you taking back to the motel for a slutty roll in the hay?”

Eddie snickers at your phrasing, then says, “I mean, preferably, my super hot girlfriend-”

You throw a fry at his head. “That’s such a cop-out answer. In this hypothetical, Joan Jett is in red leather petting up on you and you’re saying you wouldn’t take her up on a one-night stand?”

A laugh bursts out of Eddie, a real, proper one where he throws his head back. “Are you actively encouraging me to hook up with some bimbo at a random party? Without you? Unlikely scenario on all fronts, babe.”

This earns him another launched fry, and he squawks, trying to shake it out of its place caught in his hair as you reprimand him- “Joan Jett is not some bimbo, watch your mouth! And what I’m saying is, if you didn’t at least try to score us a threesome with her, I’d be pissed.”

“Okay, baby,” Eddie soothes you a tad derisively, likely a ploy to avoid more flying food- “if I meet Joan Jett I will do my level best to get her in our bed. Scout’s honor.”

He holds up two fingers and wiggles them obscenely, grinning when you laugh again. “All right, Nosey McGee. Who are you taking home from the party?”

You hum, eyes flicking up to the ceiling, contemplating the options. “I guess I could be talked into a night with Kirk Hammett.”

Eddie’s turn to launch a fry. “You slut,” he chuckles, “That was a way quicker answer than mine.”

“Okay, fine. If I meet Kirk Hammett, I promise to at least make a bid for threesome. Deal?” You extend your pinkie across the table.

Eddie loops his little finger into yours. “Deal.”

____

The memory of that cozy diner evening years ago fades as you shake yourself to the present.

You aren’t two highschool kids with lofty dreams, anymore- after Eddie’s recovery from all that Upside Down bullshit in ‘86, Corroded Coffin took off. Even though Paige didn’t end up coming through with any deals, Eddie and his bandmates fought like hell to get signed- and by the end of that year, a small record label in the heart of downtown Chicago had taken the bait.

Corroded Coffin turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to Arken Records; by the spring of ‘87, business was booming thanks to the help of Corroded’s debut album, The Banished Ones- their new single was a chart-topper for over 6 weeks. (Smash Hit magazine’s latest review was titled “Fresh Sound Rises from Dirt Nowhere.” You have the paper clipping saved in your ever-growing folder with “rockstar boyfriend!!!” handwritten in black ink.) 

And in a few weeks, the band will set off on their first real tour, starting in Chicago and ending with a bang in an already sold-out show in Hawkins- Dustin, Steve, and the rest of the gang with VIP front-row seats, of course. 

As much as you and Eddie have grown and matured in the past few years, the core of you both has remained the same. Eddie is still just as dorky, goofy, and caring as he always has been, while you’ve kept that tenacious spirit and quick wit that he fell in love with back in the early days of dating. Even now, with his popularity rising and his rockstar dreams on their way to coming true, Eddie constantly brings his focus back to you. 

Pillow talks in cushy hotel beds, late night ramblings over post-show whiskeys, holding hands in the back of yet another cab- when he could be talking about the thousands of exciting things happening in his own life, Eddie is asking about you.

Did you talk to Robin last night, sweetheart? How’s ‘ol Birdie doin? What do you wanna wear to that dinner thingy tomorrow… could go naked for all I care. In fact you probably should because of feminism and all that. Did you sleep okay last night? Let me look at ya. You thinkin’ any more about those applications you got?

You’d taken a gap year to support Eddie, which you were happy to do, but with ‘87 drawing to a close, he’s been more insistent lately that you take a look at all your college options. Honestly, you’ve been enjoying the adventures that come with touring way too much to consider going back to the rigidity of school. 

And plus, having the love of your life nearly bleed out in your arms in a parallel dimension has totally realigned your priorities. If folks thought you and Eddie were attached at the hip before… 

He’ll likely argue you into academia, eventually. He always rolls high on persuasion. Damn him.

For now, you’ve got a party to attend. 

Arken Records is playing host, on the last night of 1987- in celebration of Corroded Coffin’s success and to kick off the New Year’s festivities, they’ve rented out a house in east Chicago for the event. 

Well, house isn’t the right word. More like mansion. Vaulted ceilings tall as a church’s, huge windows overlooking the Chicago river, a grand chandelier with flickering candles in nearly every room. 

When you and Eddie had toured the place a few days previous, he’d made a joking complaint low in your ear about not having the time to fuck you on every surface. Your laugh had reverberated off the sweeping mahogany floorboards, mostly at the expense of Eddie’s poor publicist who’d happened to hear his comment. (Melanie had really been putting in overtime lately; you made a mental note to send her a very nice flower arrangement and vouchers for a spa trip.)

The party was in full swing by the time you and Eddie arrived, fashionably late, and he had been folded into the throng of other musicians and partygoers against his will pretty much immediately- which you’d expected. The last hour, he’s been throwing you piteous looks from his spot across the room, where he hasn’t had the chance to move an inch with the amount of people keeping the conversation going. You’ve slipped to his side a few times, refreshing his drink, letting him curl an arm around your waist as you perch on his knee, only half-focused on whatever story some producer is saying as Eddie’s hand trails up your thigh. 

You’re back on the nearest wall again, sipping champagne, taking it all in. There are probably over a hundred people crammed into this banquet room, bass thumping through the floorboards, tables shoved to the outer corners making space for a makeshift dance space. 

The air is hazy with smoke from various cigarettes and joints; as the night has progressed, the smell of freshly-applied cologne has been replaced with heady sweat as the dance floor calls more people to writhe and grind in groups and partners. Eddie is still stuck in the lone pod of living room chairs, surrounded by a rapt audience of people crammed in to hear him better over the blaring music.

He looks damn good tonight, in a cut-off black tee and his favorite ripped jeans, leather jacket hung on the chair behind him. Silver catches the light from every angle- on the chains at his hips, around his neck, glinting off his rings as he gestures animatedly mid-story. He’d asked you to do his eyeliner at the hotel earlier, and although it’s smudged and blurred at the edges now he’s still pulling it off. Tiny silver stars, hand-drawn with your eyeshadow brush, twinkle across his cheeks like freckles.

Eddie wanted to match with you, whined until you added a belt made of gold-plated stars to your outfit. You went simple, the gold to his silver- belt cinching your short black satin slip dress, delicate brass rings and bracelets around your fingers and bare forearms. The one piece of silver you are wearing is a chain around your neck, Eddie’s guitar pick nestled snug between your breasts. 

You still resolutely refuse to wear heels, even after Eddie’s stylist cajoled you into practicing on stilettos for a disastrous media training session last month- tonight you’re in a chic pair of Mary Janes with the slightest suggestion of a heel. Compromise. 

There’s a big laugh from the crowd in the corner again as Eddie knocks a hand into Gareth’s chest for emphasis, nearly knocking the younger boy off his seat. You stare unabashedly at Eddie’s forearms, biceps on full display; he’s filled out a bit since leaving home, his usually lean frame boasting a bit more weight and bulk now that he’s got consistent access to well-rounded meals. 

He’s looking healthy, down right glowy. You’re thinking about that smattered trail of dark hair that slides down the crest of his stomach, now with extra padding enough to sink your teeth into. As if he knows, Eddie catches your eye from across the room and winks, cheekily. 

You shiver and unconsciously press your thighs together, hiding your grin with another swallow of champagne.

The alcohol turns a bit sour going down, though, as a crimped-haired blonde girl worms her way to Eddie’s side, laughing a little too loudly at the joke he just told. When she places a manicured hand on one of his shoulders, the thin stem of your glass nearly snaps in your grip.

The thing about rockstars is they have crazy sex appeal. The thing about your rockstar is he’s only interested in you, something that has been proved many times over.

So why is tonight hitting you so hard? Why do you feel nauseous the longer Eddie lets some random woman’s hand stay on his bare skin when you know he’s going home with you, and only you?

Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the overcrowded room, or the memories of Benny’s diner still lingering like a bruise in your mind. Hard to pinpoint exactly. All you know is that jealousy is gnawing like a thing raw and seeking in the pit of your stomach, and if you don’t get out of this stuffy room soon you’re gonna do something tabloid-worthy, like cry in the middle of a New Year’s Eve party.

By the grace of some god you make it across the dance floor and into a side bathroom unscathed, the pulsing sound of the party blissfully dimming as you shut the door behind you. Your mind whirls as you grip the gilded sink for stability, blinking hard at the tears beginning to form. 

You love having a boyfriend who’s larger than life. You love that he’s taking up space and getting to use that charm that was nurtured on the DM throne back in Hawkins. You’re so proud of him, you really are. 

You’re just starting to hate the way other people’s surface-level love of him makes you feel.

Because that’s what it is, right? Just surface-level, you reason with yourself- the level of intimacy that you and Eddie have is unmatched, something that the newly-formed masses of admirers won’t ever get to experience.

Christ, can jealousy give you hives? You grab a handful of paper towels and soak them in cold tap water, then press the damp bundle to your chest, breath stuttering.

You’ve never been the jealous type, or the overbearing type- it’s a new feeling, and maybe that’s why it feels so scary. The more you try to tamp it down, the more it rears its ugly head, making you, in turn, feel embarrassed for having such a strong reaction in the first place.

It’s a vicious cycle that’s only seeming to gain speed as you realize you haven’t yet managed a full breath since coming to your hiding spot. Your lungs are pinched and burning as you drop the soggy paper into the sink, leaning into the lip of the porcelain to steady yourself.

There’s a knock on the door, and you choke out “Just a minute”, not sure if the person on the other side can even hear you over the music when Eddie’s voice leaks through.

“Baby? That you in there?”

Against your better judgment, you open the door, and he crams in the small space, locking it again behind himself.

“There you are, I saw you leave and thought you were getting a drink or something but then you didn’t come back and- are you okay?”

He interrupts his own stream of consciousness when he notices the state you’re in. You give him a trembly smile, waving a hand dismissively.

“Yeah, all good. I’ll come back with you, just needed to pee.”

Eddie is not so easily thrown off the scent. He murmurs your name, sliding his hand into yours, looking at you with a wounded puppy gaze- fuck, you can’t have a breakdown. Not here, not on New Year’s in some knockoff-Playboy’s bathroom.

And certainly not in front of Eddie, who’s asking you to tell him what’s wrong, what happened, with an increasingly pleading tone that’s really, really not helping your whole Don’t Cry agenda. 

Hoping your voice doesn’t break, you clear your throat and pull your hand from his grasp. “Nothing happened, okay? I just had too much to drink, feeling overly sentimental or something. I’m okay.”

You think your white lie was convincing enough when Eddie reaches back for the door handle, that maybe he’ll rejoin the party and leave you to have a good cry, but after poking his head out the doorway briefly he grabs onto your wrist, tugging you to his side and hissing “Quick!”

And then you’re both making a break for it down the mostly-empty hallway, Eddie pulling you smoothly past a wall of expensive-looking oil paintings before going through a set of double doors that lead to the outside.

It’s December in Chicago, which means a light layer of snow covers the terraced garden that Eddie is leading you through, stopping at a stone bench flanked by two scraggly bushes. 

“Made it,” he huffs with exertion, dropping your hand to shrug his leather jacket off in favor of draping it around your own shoulders.

“You’re gonna be cold,” you sniffle, partly from the tears, partly from the crisp night air.

“Yeah,” he agrees easily, wrapping you in a hug. You press your forehead to his chest. “Got my girl to keep me warm, though.”

You stay like this for a few moments, his arms solid around you, breaths coming easier as the familiar smell of his tangy skin and that spicy bar soap he uses fills your senses.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he asks, gently, holding you at arm’s length to study your face.

When you shrug, unsure of where to start, he lets go of you and walks backwards, taking an unflinching seat on the snow-covered bench.

You gasp despite yourself, reaching to pull him up even as he twists out of your grasp- “Eddie, jesus, you’re literally gonna freeze your ass off. Get up!”

But he’s solid in his seat, widening his stance, boots planted on the ground- “I’m not moving until you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, so you better start talking before my jeans freeze to the concrete.”

“It’s nothing,” you insist, but he’s giving you that look again, the one that cracks through the tough exterior every time, and you wrap your arms around yourself under the warmth of his jacket as you admit, “Okay, fine. It’s something. I’m just… having an overreaction.”

“To the shellfish?” he deadpans.

“No, asshole, to the blonde girl who was rubbing up on you earlier,” you snap.

Eddie blinks, genuine confusion in his voice- “There was a blonde girl… rubbing up on me?”

“She was petting your shoulder,” you continue, scuffing the toe of your shoe against the ground. “She was touching you, and I got- jealous, I guess.”

“Baby, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t remember her, at all,” Eddie emphasizes, spreading a palm flat against his chest in a gesture of sincerity, hair shifting across his shoulders as he cocks his head to the side.

His face is too familiar, too earnest for you to be able to say what you’re feeling without bursting into tears, so you turn on your heel, pacing a short loop in front of the bench, your breath hanging in misty clouds as you speak. 

“It’s not even about her, necessarily. It’s about me and my stupid emotions. I’m not usually like this- jealous, you know? Like, I’m so proud of you, and everything you’ve accomplished, and I don’t mind sharing you, really I don’t, it’s just…”

You pause in your pacing, let your head drop back to look at the inky black sky pinpricked with stars, and your next words fall out like a confession.

“I just feel like I’m in mourning.”

You can feel his eyes on you still, as you loose the feeling that’s been caught tight in your chest. “It sounds so dramatic, when I say it like that. But I think that’s what it is. I miss when it was just the two of us, in this little bubble where no one knew our names and we just had each other.”

As the words leave your mouth, you scramble to explain, to soften the blow, hands tightening around your upper arms as you turn back to face the boy on the bench. “And I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, or, like, a total jealous bitch, because I really love you and I hope you know I’m not- are you laughing?”

Eddie tries his best to stifle the laughter into his fist when he sees how indignant you look. He rises from the bench, still a bit mirthful, pulling you back into his space. “Sorry, honey, I’m not making fun of you, I promise.”

You’re glaring at him now, and he ducks to kiss at the lines between your brow before pulling back and saying, “I think what you’re feeling is normal, and I don’t think you’re overreacting at all. Remember that asshole at the Smith Center party who kept trying to get your number right in front of me?”

“Vaguely.”

“I wanted to punch his lights out. Make a real scene, kiss you sloppy in front of some cameras.” Eddie cups your face in his hands, soothing his thumb against the wetness of your lashline. “What I’m saying is, I get jealous, too. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“But…” there’s a well of emotions that you’re drawing from, and it’s not empty yet, one nagging thought still surfacing. “But these girls that are coming on to you, they’re like… really hot. I don’t look anything like them.”

Eddie frowns. “Are you seriously trying to make a case for yourself on the grounds of not being really hot? That’s not gonna hold up in court, gorgeous. I mean… have you even looked in a mirror recently?”

He lightly taps his knuckle against your head, trying to get you to crack a smile, but you’re not ready to give in yet. 

“You don’t think you’ll get bored of me?” you whisper, dropping your eyes from his consuming gaze to the wyvern inked on the inside of his arm. 

“Sweetheart…” Eddie sounds genuinely pained. The ink in his skin stretches as he slips a hand to the back of your neck, cold rings against your skin making you shiver. “I couldn’t ever get bored of you. Not in a million years. We've been through too much together for you to think like that, hm?”

He strokes his thumb down the column of your neck, those doey brown eyes on you again. “Now I’m not saying you shouldn’t ever be jealous, ‘cuz god knows it makes me hot under the collar when you are. But I’m sayin’ I never wanna make you feel like you need to earn me, okay?”

His thumb tracks back up to the hollow of your jaw, taps twice questioningly, and you nod, letting out a shaky, “Okay.”

When he kisses you, it feels like every other time- comfortable, grounding, familiar. His tongue presses against the seam of your lips, and you let him lick into your mouth, gripping at his arms, flushing hot as you give it back to him in spades.

With a short groan, he pulls back, a wet click as your mouths separate- “As much as I wanna jump your bones in this wintry wonderland, I think the snow might’ve actually frozen my balls off.”

You giggle, spanning your hands around the meat of his waist, kissing up into his mouth again- “Poor baby. Want me to warm ‘em up in my mouth?”

He gives a solid smack to your ass for that, his palm smoothing over the stinging skin with condescension when you yelp- “All dish and no take, baby? Not exactly fair.”

____

Despite your weak protestations that you both should probably rejoin the party, at least until midnight, Eddie insists on taking you back to the hotel. 

“This party blows, anyways,” he says over his shoulder to you as he leads you back through the halls of the house. “If I hear one more Tears for Fears track I might throw myself into the river from one of the hundred balconies in this place.”

He manages to track down Melanie with some effort, winding his way through the throng of people to where she’d been chatting with a reporter, plucking at her elbow to get her away from the crowd and into the quieter hallway with you.  

“We gotta scoot, Mel,” he tells her, really hamming up the charm as the young publicist widens her eyes. “Think you can get us a ride outta here?”

“Mr. Munson, you can’t just leave,” Melanie insists, frazzled. “Someone from Rolling Stone has been waiting for the last hour to talk to you, if you could just-”

“No can do.” Eddie shakes his head, mock-apologetic. “There’s been an accident. Of a personal nature.”

You manage to choke down your laughter as Eddie turns around to show off the dark stains on the back of his jeans. They’re just wet from the snow that he sat in earlier, of course, but it looks convincing enough to make Melanie blanch and pinch the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll have a cab out front in ten for you both. Please keep a low profile until then.”

Eddie gives a sharp salute and you mouth an apology at her before she retreats to find a phone.

Okay, so maybe add a hefty bonus to that Nice Things for Melanie list of yours. 

____

One of the perks of having a rockstar for a boyfriend is the sweet digs- the label shelled out for Chicago’s finest penthouse suite; an entire luxurious upper floor with a private elevator, windows overlooking the far-below city lights, and a sunken bath big enough for two.

Also included? Soundproof walls.

A perk you’re very grateful for as Eddie walks you backwards into the room, sucking a mark with stinging teeth into your neck as you moan, then giggle breathily, admonishing- “Christ, Eddie, slow down. We have all night.”

Eddie pulls back just far enough to frown down at you, his hands slipping under the hem of your dress to squeeze at your ass. His rings are cold against your bare flesh, and he grins when you shiver. “Uh huh. Sure do have all night. You gonna take advantage of that?”

He wiggles his eyebrows, cheekily, but that smirk drops from his face in record time the second you shove him to the bed. As his knees give out in favor of sitting on the mattress, you steady your hands against his broad shoulders to swing yourself into his lap.

Eddie’s looking up at you, cinnamon eyes darkened with lust- it makes your stomach flip something awful. Your skin feels alight with heat as Eddie’s hands drip like water down your sides, then to your parted thighs.

You sigh into his mouth as his fingers trace the front of your underwear, the silk sticky with your arousal.

“Oh, baby,” Eddie says, equal parts admonishment and pitying as you squirm into his touch. “What’s got you this worked up, hm?”

He’s asking like he doesn’t know- like he didn’t tease you with filthy whispers and wandering hands in the back of the car the whole way here. 

“Whaddya think,” you scoff, not quite ready to give in yet, enjoying the thrill of being cagey as Eddie hooks a finger to tuck your panties to the side.

He grins, simmering, enjoying the chase just as much as you. His middle finger swipes through your folds and you shudder in his arms, hands tightening into the meat of his shoulders as he brings the wetness up to your clit.

Eddie rubs quick, steady circles until you’re mewling, bucking hips grinding down to seek more friction. You can feel the wetness seeping out of your core, dampening his jeans as he licks back into your mouth, capturing the soft noises you’re making as he winds you up.

“Can’t believe a pretty thing like you has anything to be jealous of.” Eddie noses at the spot under your jaw, and when you let your head fall back on a hinge to grant him access, he sucks another mark into the column of your throat. “‘M all yours, sweetheart. You gonna take what’s yours?”

Truth be told, your mind went fuzzy the second Eddie got his hands on your clit, the consistent build of pleasure sparking between your legs rather distracting. You’d almost forgotten how the night had started, but you let the jealousy and possessiveness creep back in as you push at Eddie’s chest.

He goes down easily, toeing his boots off and lying flat on the mattress; big hands settle on your waist as you rest your weight into him, warm cunt pressing against the bulge of his clothed cock.

At a light drag of your nails against his bare chest and across his nipple, Eddie groans low, squeezing your hips and rucking into you.

“You’re all mine, Eddie, right?” 

His pupils nearly eclipsing their soft brown irises, Eddie stares up at you like you hang the moon and stars every night just for him. “Yeah, sweetheart. ‘M all yours. Lemme show you.”

Eddie pulls at the backs of your legs, helping you shuffle up his body until your knees are dipping into the mattress at either side of his head. Your core hovers just above Eddie’s mouth- you can feel his breath speed up on the inside of your thigh at this new position. 

“Oh, fuck, Eddie- jesus… christ,” the last word ending in a moan as Eddie’s tongue licks a wet stripe through your folds. 

He pulls you closer with an arm over each thigh until you’re sitting on his face, his nose hitting your clit with each tilt of his head. You’ve got no idea how he’s able to breathe down there but you’re hardly able to hold onto that thought when his tongue has started plunging in and out of you.

Automatically, your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself- one hand goes to the headboard and the other ends up in his hair, gripping the roots hard. Eddie groans, sending vibrations that make your cunt clench around his lithe tongue.

“Like the taste of my pussy, baby?” you coo down at him, regaining some of your breath to give him attitude. 

Reaching a hand back to palm at his cock, you say “No one else can have you like this, hm?”

Eddie catches your eyes as he mouths wetly at your clit, then sucks it into his mouth. Your thighs shake around his ears, your orgasm unfurling in clenching ripples.

“Oh, yeah, Eddie, fuck, I’m coming- just like that, fuck fuck fuck…”

He doesn’t stop suckling at you until you’re gushing around his mouth, then pulling him off by his hair to make him stop.

Eddie heaves in a breath, kissing at the inside of your thigh, his lips and chin shiny with your release. “God, baby. Such pretty noises for me.”

“Mhm.” You shuffle down until your hips are aligned over his, then lean in to lick his mouth clean. “Gonna make some pretty ones for me, now?”

After helping pull his shirt off, Eddie whines softly as you press kisses down his bare chest, and by the time your mouth is pressing over that dark trail of hair that leads into his denim, Eddie’s begging.

“Please, angel, please- need your mouth. Do anything for it, baby, please…”

You rub your cheek against his bulge before pulling back to pop the button on his jeans, then help him shift them down and off his body. Once his black briefs join the growing pile of floor clothes, Eddie’s completely bare and at your mercy.

He gets on his elbows to watch as you mouth at the inside of his thigh, dark hair splayed around his shoulders, chest heaving when you ignore his leaking cock in favor of grazing your teeth against a sensitive spot. “Fuckin’- christ, sweetheart. Come on. Please?”

“Sound pretty when you beg,” you say, mildly, kissing across his heavy sack, hiding a smile when the contact makes him jolt. “Gonna do it some more?”

You keep eye contact as you take one of his balls into your mouth, watching his own eyes roll back so far you can see the whites of them as you use your tongue on him. 

“-yeah, baby, yeah- just like that- fucking, fuck, you’re killin’ me…”

Eddie sounds wrecked already, and a hot flush of pride courses through your body at the knowledge that he could come from just this and it’d be you getting him there. 

You mouth over to the other side of his sack, rolling the skin wiry with coarse hair against your tongue as Eddie moans above you. When your hand wraps around the base of his cock, starting to move in tandem with the pull of your mouth, Eddie makes a noise like he’s been punched.

A line of drool breaks and hits wet against your chin as you straighten up, settling yourself into the V of his legs and using his thighs as handholds while you begin to kiss up the line of his leaking cock.

He’s got a gorgeous dick, truly. Thick and long, curving slightly to the right, a pretty blue vein snaking up the underside that you lathe your tongue against, seeking out the salty brine at the ruddy head.

Eddie moans, brokenly, white-knuckled hands twisting into the sheets. When your mouth closes around the tip, his elbows give out, leaving him flat against the mattress as you work his length further in.

“Oh my god. Oh, fuck, baby. Please don’t stop. Please. Y’feel so good…”

You hum around the stretch of him in your mouth, relaxing your throat to draw him in a bit more. The spiky jealousy from earlier really is your biggest motivator here; covetous, you’re thinking back to all those first times with Eddie- trembling hands under your bedsheets back in Hawkins, stilted voices and giggles to cover up the awkwardness of trying to learn the other person’s body.

No one will ever know him like you do. No one will ever have all that shared history, those fumbling nights that slowly turned to lovesick days; memories of him on his knees for you, learning all the little things that make you tick, memorizing the song of your body.

The boy is all yours. 

Your throat automatically constricts at the intrusion of Eddie’s cock slipping past your soft palate- his hips cant up, which you can hardly fault him for, patient as he’s been with your retrospective and teasing.

Before he can apologize you’re sitting up, wiping at the excess drool with the back of your hand and shucking your dress over your head, letting it and your belt fall to the floor with a soft clunk.

Eddie reaches for you again as you slide your panties down and off, and you let him help you up his body, your knees coming to rest alongside the lightly raised scar tissue at his sides. You stroke a hand down his chest, giving in to a moment of softness before seating yourself fully in Eddie’s lap.

His hands snap to your hips, a near-brutal squeeze as you sink onto his cock. The stretch is always an adjustment, but you’re so wet right now that he slides in easily, a breathy moan from the both of you as the walls of your cunt fit snug around his sizeable length.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” The crown of Eddie’s head is pressed back into the bed, veins in his taut neck on full display as your hips start to swivel, blunt nails scraping into the soft flesh of your waist. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck me.”

With your knees planted on either side of his body, you begin to bounce in steady, rhythmic earnest, going for gold, the desire to bring your boy to the babbling edge overtaking every other thought.

“Feel so good, Eds, so big… can barely fit…” There’s a wet squelch accompanying each bounce now, slick dripping down to the base of his cock, your vice of a cunt flexing with every movement.

“S’all you, baby,” Eddie rasps out, toes curling in the efforts to keep his orgasm at bay for awhile longer. “Got a perfect pussy. Takin’ me so well.”

He’s almost in delirium territory, with you chasing after that bright unwinding pleasure at both of your cores; your hips stutter, hands flat on Eddie’s chest to center yourself, a hunger that you can’t seem to satiate gnawing at the edges.

Eddie notices immediately, feels the falter in your motion and brings his hands to your forearms, rubbing a path up them soothingly- “What’s wrong, angel, hm?”

You’re not sure how to put it into words, wishing (not for the first time) that you could just rest your forehead against his and transmit all the complexities of your emotions through touch alone. 

Instead, you sigh out the name that you use when you’re done with taking, a name that lights Eddie up from head to toe as you say it- “Teddy.”

In one swift movement, Eddie slips an arm behind your back and flips you to the mattress, his hair a curtain around both your faces as he leans in to whisper against your mouth- “Teddy’s got you. Arms around me.”

You’re quick to obey, looping your arms around Eddie’s wide shoulders. He slides one hand up the back of your leg, pushing a knee up until it’s at your chest, mouth dropping open briefly when the new angle allows the head of his cock to kiss against that gummy upper wall of your cunt.

“Bored of you,” he huffs, recalling your words from earlier with disdain. “You’re talkin’ to the guy who memorized the first six chapters of The Hobbit just to recite for your bedtime.”

A quick thrust of his pelvis into yours has your stomach clenching in anticipation, brows on a tilt and knitting together as Eddie grins down at you. “Got a wicked attention span, baby. Lemme show you.”

He starts slow, agonizingly so, every inch of his thick cock dragging in and out, wetness pooling down your ass and probably the sheets, too; errant thoughts of housekeeping are rapidly erased as Eddie begins snapping his hips into yours in faster tempo.

He’s working to find that spot, the one that turns your brain to mush and is guaranteed to cause full-body muscle fatigue from the force of your orgasm. Your back arches off the bed, breasts pushing into Eddie’s chest, one arm still supporting your lower back as he laughs hoarsely, half-amazement and half-pride.

“That’s the spot, huh, sweetheart? Atta girl. M’all yours. Take it. Good girl…”

With each thrust, the wiry patch of hair dusted across Eddie’s pubic bone grinds slick and filthy against your clit. You’re so close to the edge now, a wave of pleasure cresting as you look up at Eddie.

There are two thin tracks of black makeup trailing down his face from where tears have made a mess of his eyeliner; rosy spots of flushed color in his cheeks, eyes like twin pools of chocolate, locked with yours as he rocks into you. 

He’s learned the song of your body so well, knows every chord to strike- his hand leaves your leg to grasp at your breast, calloused palm against pebbled nipple sending more shockwaves through your body, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you sing for him.

“All yours,” you gasp out, and it feels like victory when his hips stutter and the cresting wave crashes around you both at the same time.

The pleasure roils through your gut, clit throbbing and cunt spasming around Eddie’s cock as he spills into you. 

A wrecked, broken string of moans leaves you as you ride out the highs together. Eddie presses his forehead to your collarbone as he chants your name, twitching out the last of his spend, warmth blooming inside. 

The quiet that follows is filled with shaking breaths, soft kisses, murmurs of “good job, sweetheart” as you both float back down to earth.

Eddie stays in you for longer than usual, his draped weight a grounding comfort as you trail gentle fingertips up and down his skin, lovingly against the scars that interrupt the smooth flesh of his back. Through the closed windows, you can hear the distant sounds of car horns and the deep boom of fireworks. 

Sometime in the last foggy hour of lovemaking, 1987 has given way to a new year. 

Eddie pulls his heavy head up from your chest to press kisses to your collarbone. “Happy new year, lover.”

You tuck his hair behind his ears, hands squishing lightly at his cheeks to bring his face close enough for a kiss. “Happy new year to you. Hell of a way to kick it off.”

Eventually, Eddie extricates himself from the intoxicating heat of your body (with minimal whining) and brings a warm washcloth to tenderly wipe away the mess between your thighs. Once you’re both cleaned up, he stretches out against the sheets, pulling the covers up as you hook a leg around his waist and snuggle in. 

“So I was thinking,” he starts, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I wanna take a trip back to Hawkins. Before the tour.”

Your hand stills in its rhythmic circles against Eddie’s chest; heart in your throat, you tilt your chin up so you can gauge Eddie’s reaction. ���...yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie picks up your hand on his chest, twining his fingers with your as his other hand settles on your bare hip beneath the sheets. “Could visit Wayne for a few days, fool around in that twin bed like we’re teens again.”

He grins at your giggle, taps playfully at your hip- “Gonna parade you around all our old haunts. You’ve gotten even hotter since we left, babe. Gotta really rub it in the faces of those Hawkins Tigers burnouts whose best dates are their own left hands.”

You snort, and Eddie looks pleased again, but then sobers a bit before saying- “I mean, I’ve got my piece of home with me. But I think it could be good, to visit. Just the two of us.”

You’re quiet for a moment, a longing for home that you’ve managed to ignore these past few years resurfacing. “Can we get high and go to that diner? I mean, Nell’s isn’t as good as Benny’s was, but I’ve been craving a Hawkins milkshake.”

“Christ.” Eddie hides his smile in the crook of your neck, dimples springing to life. “You could ask for the Mona Lisa and I’d find a way to get it to you. Fries and a milkshake, that all I need to keep my girl happy?”

“Yeah,” you reply, a contented noise as Eddie settles against your chest again. “That’s all I need.”

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thank u thank u for reading if you made it this far have a little kiss from me to you <3 xx lulu

[gabisbabbies]

from ask on gay-poet-gabriel blog

Johnny (little boy)

Love love loves to imitate his cg, especially dally

When dallys (failing at) cooking, johnnys playing with little fisher price plastic food

When darry or pony is cleaning, johnny is playing with his little broom or washing his plastic dishes

Loves schedules and having plan😪s

Darry is good at keeping structure for him

A bit scared of kids and other people so he doesn’t like to go to the park, especially the one he killed bob at

Loves to be read to! Especially by Pony!

Wheelchair user!

Absolutely a stuffy kid

Loves to chew on his stuffy (a small rabbit plush that’s not dirty, just stained)

Cleaner than other littles (two-bit)

Goes non-verbal often, babbling

Ponyboy (flip, regressor-leaning)

Also a stuffy kid!

Has a palomino horse plush Soda gave him named Star

Loves to color, is very precise with his hands

Also goes pretty non-verbal, completely mute

Loves to write and read little stories! They are very cute and he likes to give them to Two-Bit, he keeps them and treasures them

Begs and begs everyone in the gang to buy him a pet!

Favorite little food is grilled cheese

Pretty clean, but likes to play in puddles

As a caregiver, he’d love to take care of Johnny and read him stories (and write him stories too!)

Darry (daddy fr)

Loves to explain things!

Sometimes gets a bit frustrated though so he needs to learn to cool down occasionally

Helps with homework (already canon lol) also likes to help little pony spell things for his books!

Doesn’t like movies but he is perfectly content with laying Pony and Johnny on his belly as he sleeps and they watch a kids’ movie.

Loves to cook for his littles! (and everyone else too haha)

Sometimes even makes his chocolate cake really sweet just for Sodapop

Sets up any toys that need assembly (i.e. plastic cooking station, baby easel)

Soooooo happy that pony regresses

Bought pony like 20 pacifiers because “Anything is better than those cancer sticks” (he’s got the spirit!)

Soda (Flip, right in between daddy and middle)

Horses

So many horses

Steve made him a wooden rocking horse one time and he loves it

Would love my little pony (rip)

Loves to play with cars and pretend to change the oil on them with little tools!

Loves to watch Steve work on cars and pretends to help him with plastic wrenches etc

HUUUGE sweet tooth

Chocolate, ice cream with sprinkles, waffles with tons of syrup and butter, honey straight from the jar

Darry and Steve can’t stop him

Loves to cuddle!

Will latch on and never let his cg go

Enjoys sensory play

Sand, mud, leaves, feeling blankets

Blankie kid!

Has the grossest, wettest, most slobbered-on blanket in history

Can get out of any trouble ever

Dally (daddy)

Will only take care of Johnny and Pony

Usually only considers taking care of Pony when Johnny’s there tho (cuz he doesnt have a soft spot for him [we all know the truth])

When he and Johnny are home alone, he really does try his best to cook and make sure Johnny gets 3 meals in

EXTREMELY protective

Likes to surprise them with ice cream and little candies he steals from 5 and dime stores

Totally would push Johnny in his wheelchair around town if it wasn’t so dangerous for them

Likes to take them to watch ducks and just hang out

Can be pretty quiet and get a bit angry but still reassuring

Loves to watch movies with them both!

Will only start to cuddle Johnny at the start of the movie, and then Ponyboy will whine and then he feels bad and gives in (because he loves Pony don’t lie)

Two-Bit (Flip: like i would call it daddy but its more like…cool uncle? And middle!)

Really fun to hang out with!!

Babysits Soda, Pony, Johnny, or all three at once!

Everyone loves him!

Able to distract them when they have a cut or something and need Darry to put some alcohol on it

Makes funny faces and steals coloring books and sticker sheets for them (which really annoys Darry because he keeps finding stickers everywhere)

Loves Pony and encourages him to write his stories

Helps Pony come up with really silly things to write and draw

Loves to tell fun stories to all the littles!

As a middle: loves to eat

Loves to eat so much

Especially cheesy things

Messiest little you will ever see

Loves to play pranks

Watches Youtube prank channels unironically and tries them out

Can get out of any trouble just like Soda

Lets the little ones trace animals and shapes in his freckles

Steals the littles so many gifts. SOOOO MANY

Perfectly happy to watch Mickey Mouse with them all day

Steve (daddy, but only Soda’s)

Loves to build things for Soda

Can weld!

Horrible cook

Burns chicken nuggets (but Soda wolfs em down anyway)

Playfully wrestles and roughhouse with Soda (but lets his little boy win)

Makes forts with Sodapop and likes to play hide n seek with him!

Pretty childish too but also can be pretty mean

Has made Soda cry on several occasions and everyone hates him for it (SORRY STEVE PART 3)

Saves Sodapop from Two-Bit’s pranks

Loves to play with cars with Soda

Loves to drive Soda around in his car 

Likes to nap with Soda

[ihavewierdobsessions]

HxH dating head canons multi character💪

Featuring Kurapika, leorio and chrollo

I an severely dyslexic guys so stfu😝

My friends r bullying me for writing these but the day i let mean comments get to me is the day i die.

Kurapika

let’s be honest guys he would not have time for a relationship.

I bet hé tell himself that but ends up falling for you anyway.

He is the most gentle person and so caring that you would question if he’s even real (lol)

He’s reaching out a hand to help you when you step down from a high place.

or he’s carrying you when your feet gets tired after a long date night with him out in the city.

But y’all let’s face it.

The whole thing with the phantom troupe would take up so much of his time that you would think that he forgotten all about you.

and he had on multiple occasions but then snapped back to reality with a “Oh no i forgot to text them back again.”

He feels really bad that you have to live through his issues and he has tried to end things because of that.

“It isn’t you…it’s me” aah guy.

But here, he cares for you very deeply and would want anything to happen to you. when things gets rough and he disappears for a while just be patient and he’ll come back.

It’s not easy but hey we all got fucked up problems we don’t like to face. he just happens to have a lot of it.

Leorio

I’ll hold your hand when i say this. He’s perfect! Get married now and get HIM pregnant. i’m sorry.

I’m normal abt him.

He’s a great guy to be with.

he’s not very experienced but nether am I

Y’all probably met in med school and hit it off from there.

When he falls he falls hard.

He will fight anyone that says anything slightly mean to you (he’ll prolly loose but it’s the thought that counts)

He loves physical touch and can not sleep without holding you in some way.

When y’all have sleepovers (before you move in together) You always fall sleep holding onto his waist as he reads a book before eventually going to bed.

Study dates all the time.

Breakfast on bed.

Y’all are gonna be thing 1 and thing 2 because he will only shut up if you tell him too.

Chrollo

Wow uhm

I wanna bite ahold of him and not let go.

He’s surprisingly gentle when it comes to you.

He treats you like some delicate flower.

Soft smiles and gentle touches.

He keeps you far away from the troupe.

But if you’re in the troupe with him then your relationship is secret when everyone’s there.

He can grow distant sometimes and it’s hard to communicate with him but y’all figure it out.

I dont havé much in him cuz i’m just sure he’ll be manipulative but hey no one’s perfect.

[felixdragonheartofficial]

Addition to a previous TFA megaop post

I neglected to address that many megaop shippers, in addition to butchering Megatrons characterization, also did the same for optimus.

Bro is so heavily damselfied in this ship it's not even funny. He goes from being a humble, and decisive leader who is haunted by his past

To fuckin

UwU-soft-helpless-daddy issues- everyone hates me-and I need a big strong "Marxist" "miner" man to fuck the sad out of me pwease

Like um, was thou indulging in thy devils walter white crumbs whilst thou wast watching thee show??

TFA Optimus is for the most part: levelheaded, though a bit doubtful of himself and his ability to properly lead. He's able to think on his feet under pressure. He hates making tough decisions, but will make them anyway for the sake of either cybertron or his friends, even if it means being stern with them because in the long run, it means that they will be okay. He's willing to make peace/ put his differences aside to work with people who've personally wronged him for the greater good of others, and at the same time refuses to be a punching bag.

Tangent-----

I see those mfing headcannons talking about how Optimus would just let sentinel die or something and that is completely false

This mf wouldn't let anyone die, not if he can help it

Its a core aspect of his beliefs

That the autobots are supposed to protect all life

Its quite a shame that life includes shitheels like sentinel but it can't be helped I suppose.

Tangent end----

He can be stressed, angry, snarky and rude, and honestly I don't blame him

This motherfucker puts up with way more shit than he's ever deserved

Honestly, he's very charming for it

TFA Optimus is also canonically the most skilled autobot to ever set foot into cybertron's autobot academy

Hes more than able to handle himself in a fight, even against megatron- Perhaps not for a long while, though I can imagine the little bastard is more than capable of outmanoeuvering him.

It just really irks me when he's Babiefied cuz he's the shorter one

Its givinnnnnnngggggggggguuuuuuuhhhhhhh

9 0 ' s Y a o i b r a i n r o t

[anotherferalrat]

I have a proposition for my fellow kaeluckae/whatever we're called enthusiasts

(Ragbros peeps r welcome too as long as we don't fight in the tags/comments/asks/etc bc my idea isn't technicallyyy explicitly romantic but the kaeluc tag is lookin dry af and so that's where we tagging)

But hear me out guys.

An animatic to 'Into the Open Air' from the Brave soundtrack. Or at the very least this is The Kaeluc Song.

Like look, literally every verse is perfect: And yes, I'm going through the whole thing bc this song is actually p short<3

This love, it is a distant star Guiding us home wherever we are

First, all Kaeya's star imagery and also I like to think Diluc came home bc he physically couldn't stay away any longer. I don't care if it isn't canon, this is my delusion and ur all here for the ride<3

This love, it is a burning sun Shining light on the things that we've done

Now this is Diluc's side, what with him being the sun of the two (but not in the soft, cheery sunshine way; in the passionate scalding all-consuming way. Yall know the post). The second line can either reference That Night (if ya wanna be fuckin sad about it) or it can be about their growth, how they eventually realize they're both at fault for the state of their relationship.

I tried to speak to you every day But each word we spoke, the wind blew away

Once again emphasizing how they're not helping their situation. Mainly this made me think of that one event with the letters and then how a lot of their early interactions are just them saying whatever to do the most damage. LIKE BRO THEIR INTERACTION IN VENTI'S STORY QUEST KILLED MEEEE but that's a post for another day. If this were an animatic, the wind part is where I imagine like- Diluc and Kaeya pass each other and one of them turns around but the lineart then like collapses into lines of wind and then it cuts to Venti who looks sad bc 'My children r stupid'.

Could these walls come crumbling down? I want to feel my feet on the ground And leave behind this prison we share Step into the open air

This is them trying to take the first steps towards reconciliation, if they can move on from their past that seems to be hurting the both of them, if they can clear the air so to speak (pun very much intended).

How did we let it come to this? What we've just tasted, we somehow still miss How will it feel when this day is done And can we keep what we've only begun?

Now this is timeskip, like mid-reconciliation. Things are good but there's still an awkward tension between them, like they're walking on eggshells. They want to get past this but they're afraid of hurting each other again and of going back to that place where they were strangers.

And now these walls come crumbling down And I can feel my feet on the ground Can we carry this love that we share? Into the open air

It all comes full circle. It was a hard road. They probably end up fighting several times over the course of it. But they make it. I very much think their official reconciliation moment should happen in the rain bc cyclical narratives go brrr.

This love, it is a burning sun

Back to animatic imaginings cuz I can't think of anything narratively to put here. But I need a shot of them sitting up high to where they're overlooking the winery and then they like lean on each other's shoulders. Or dare I hope for a hug. GODDAMMIT I JUST WANT THEM TO BE AFFECTIONATE-

DO YOU SEE THE VISION?????

[ad-hawkeye]

HERE R THE ARTEM X NEUVI SIMILARITIES i cant be too specific cuz neuvillette is a walking lore bomb so i'll try to be as vague as possible hehe

- both work in the law field (artem is an attorney, neuvillette is a judge)

- stoic exterior but theyre actually really soft and emotional

- BABYBOYSGIRLS

- girl dad energy (artem has canonically been told that he'd be a great dad one day/an entire race of tiny female sea creatures regard neuvillette as their "perfect father" figure)

- theater geeks

- both of them having a special woman in their life that they've watched perform in a play (can be seen as romantic or platonic for the neuvillette ship, personally i'm a fan of both perspectives 🫶)

regarding the last point, i want to share to you this post cuz it broke me bad: https://www.tumblr.com/neuvifuri/733529178818920448/thinking-about-how-in-the-aftermath-neuvillette?source=share

link attached in the second message: https://twitter.com/sunflowercroshy/status/1761852677141491896?t=xZV25TYTuH_dcagiDTc_tQ&s=19!

ANON THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC CONTENT. THANK YOU. you know how ppl are like. honorary fav character. when their mutuals or whoever loves another guy and you just rly love them secondhand too?? that's me right now. ill be the godmother of neuvi. i will teach him swear words while you're out of the room.

[wlwanakin]

Give me your favourite Grelle hcs that align best with how you personally interpret her!

TYSM FOR THIS QUESTION i laurv talking abt the version of grell that exists in my brain i’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time fleshing out her character. i got a similar ask like immediately after this one so i basically just used that one for Fun Headcanons and now i’m just gonna talk abt stuff that’s like relevant to how i characterize her

her appearance didn’t actually change much when she died cuz she already had shit vision and green eyes as a human. it’s like a Metaphor for how the human world was never fit for her or whatever i think it’s very fitting personally

she has bpd. i am blatantly projecting and hpd is the one that’s more fitting based on like her canon characteristics but i write her as having both bc i can!!

she’s also autistic in this essay i will

double whammy mommy and daddy issues but in different fonts. neglectful mom abusive dad she was having a Bad Time as a child

she also suffers from Daughter Who Is Too Much Like Her Father Syndrome it makes her wanna die Again

i’m a “her whole personality is kind of an act” truther but i like taking that further by saying that she does not actually know anything abt herself bc every time she self reflects she does not like what she finds and wants to rip off her own skin so she just leans into being a horrible person cuz it’s easier

likes chasing after men who r deeply disinterested partially out of fear of commitment and affection and partially bc she has a brain worm that screams I Must Perform Heteronormative Femininity in her ear periodically. also cuz like genuine attraction and infatuation but that’s only like half of it

genuinely doesn’t believe human life has value out of a combo of bitterness abt her own experiences and having enough confirmation of an afterlife that she views killing people as Not A Big Deal

has a very weird combination of having a massive soft spot for children and absolutely hating the company of children

her butlersona is literally just how she was with an added layer of comical incompetence bc she does not like herself

has the most complicated and convoluted relationship with sex in the world and i WILL elaborate one day but it’s like a whole thing. for the sake of keeping it sfw i will end that there

tldr she has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public places

[ssatanicsscrabble]

I'm a destiel LOVER. I adore those two gorgeous gongeouses. But I have a big bone to pick with lots of other destiel shippers and SPN Fandom goers and that is:

The heteronormativity y'all are constantly perpetuating within the Fandom for the ship itself.

The arguments about who's topping or bottoming I stumble across under very NORMAL and even funny posts about these two characters used to be funny to me, but now it's getting borderline fetishy. And I'm not even saying the idea of one of them being a stone top or stone bottom is ridiculous or stupid, I'm talking about the way y'all portray it.

I hate to use this internet coined word so freely, but the literal twinkification of grown 40+ year men in a serious context is so weird and creepy to me. And the way you guys WRITE it is so out of character for both of them.

I get that different shit gets different people off, but I need you all to stop and ask yourselves whether or not your view of these characters, and any characters within a ship in general, is healthy. Gender roles are harmful, and if you keep adhering to them in this sense, it's going to affect your real world views.

There are quite literally people so obsessed with MLM ships that they will invest their real life time thinking about the SEXUAL dynamics of REAL people.

I mean yeah, your kink fics are creative or whatever, but I also want to remind you of the inherent sexualization of 'girly' behavior found within even the straight community. I'm not talking about femininity- I ADORE femininity.

I'm talking about how pedophilic it can come off as when you write your little 'soft uwu small beanGROWN ADULT REGARDLESS OF GENDER OR SEX' as childish and girly.

Yes, this character is my pretty little princess too, but I'm not gonna spend my precious time mental illnessing my way through art and fanfiction blatantly depicting who is who in the bedroom, as a way to point fingers and be like LOOK SEE! ITS CANON THAT THIS MASCULINE CHARACTER IS OBVIOUSLY JUST A LITTLE STEREOTYPED VIXEN IN DISGUISE!!!

Get a life, or at least, respect yourself and other by not soullessly arguing with a wall about top and bottom dynamics. They’re literally just sexual bedroom preferences, not a lifestyle.

If you're proud of your sexual preferences, good for you. I literally think that's great, and I don’t even hate you for it. On the other hand, if you are my target audience for this post, please don't misconstrue anything I just said just because it pissed your sick little MLM fetishist brain off. And rather analyze your feelings and ideas, and maybe get help with your obsessive line of thinking.

Anyways, so sorry if this reads as very scatterbrained -signed by a switch!destiel truther. (I love all opinions on what y'all think their preferences are, but please please please stop letting yourselves get addicted to this kind of Fandom behavior. It's psychological.)

I'm a queer person, and a very mature one I like to think, and I THINK that until y'all challenge how comfortable you are to be acting this way, the world will remain unchanged and stereotypes will continue to harm e v e r y o n e.

How do you people manage to rationalize this yucky stuff? Please don't go giving me that 'but it's a coping mechanism' stuff either, cuz that's the same argument made about r@pe fiction.

[spotsupstuff]

Do you know any other LMK artists that don't ship sh@dowp3ach and views the two as either brothers or former friends (like how the show canonically portrays them)?

At this point, it's kind of getting annoying that the vast majority ships them, the other day my friends and I got harassed by a die hard shipper lecturing us on how we shouldn't ship them with female characters (or female oc's) because of some lie they're trying to put about them being canonically gay and in love.

oh damn it has gotten to That kinda point?? das impressively horrid ! welcome to the sufferers club, i am offerin u bread in sympathy-based solidarity ✊😔

uhhh.... the ONLY artists i can recall as of now is @/aceiinspacee and afaik from my insider knowledge @/journeytomonkiekid's Mac isn't actually supposed to be romantically affiliated with SWK (but yanno, Vix's comic ain't bout them but it's Something to consume without havin to worry bout the shdwpch presence) @/fre-dream might be worth a mention ? they don't really draw stuff with the monkeys, rather focusing on their OCs but i'm like solid 95% sure they don't necessarily pair up the two anymore i recommend checkin out @/forgettin-my-legos just cuz they don't ship the thing n even tho they aint really active rn i have a soft spot for 'em n they make me smile when they pop up in my notifs

other peeps i'd recommend would be @/sun-wukongs-peaches (not an artist n he ain't in the LMK fandom anymore exactly cuz of the shdwpch bullshit, but he Used to be so if u scroll down enough u might find some leads to shdwpch-free stuff) n then ofc @/sketching-shark (main blog, but they offer some really fun insights, they post drawings from time to time [i'd more credit them to jt/tw itself over LMK tho] n just like s-wks-peaches they reblog strictly non-romantic stuff so if u r willin to dig u might find smth) and @/ar-blackshaw is also not on the hog ship train

[3spurrrr]

EYES.

I headcanon

- yuta and yuuji have the most kindest eyes, with the most softest expression. Don't piss em off tho.

- Inumaki, megumi, nanami having the best SIDE EYE should be Canon and probably is.

- Nobara, toji looks a little manic, but that's because they r

- Maki is just shmexy but in a way where you know you can't have her. Just admire it from afar

- Gojo is just all the "blue eyes be like" memes from tiktok. it takes a bit of getting used to. Luckily he only wears sunnies and blindfolds lmao. His eyes change a lot tbh, there isn't one constant expression on them because he is perceiving too much lmao. His general vibe is big fun idiot who can be super smart and responsible sometimes.

- Geto would have the most pathetic asylum eyes and you'd get a glimpse of them whenever he stops masking. While acting all prim and proper he'd have slightly forced soft eyes. But you know that man is hiding some dark shit.... the eyes never lie Chico

- Yaga would have stern but really soft eyes. Kind of like, Dad eyes when they look at their children doing dumb but adorable shit

- Panda is just ⚫️⚫️ , cuz he is a panda, but you feel most comfortable around him for some reason :) (I really want panda as my best friend, I know for a fact that we'd get along great)

- Sukuna also has those manic eyes but it's a bit of a mix with geto + pissed off 24/7. (Because I have the biggest crush on that bitch I'd like to imagine that only for me, he makes his eyes super soft like yuuji. BUT THAT WONT HAPPEN 😭)

- nortioshi... he only opens his eyes when there is something serious or suprising going on. So his eyes change depending on the situation. That man is a softie tho, so he'd look at you with love and compassion of sorts if you ask him to really look at you.

- choso. Biggest babygirl on the list. Kind of dull eyes, man has lost his brothers, has a deadbeat dad and lived 150 years already. He is EXHAUSTED. Tries his best tho. Exhausted kind-ish eyes. Sometimes slightly annoyed bevause he has a short fuse.

That's all the characters I can think of sooo

[77ngiez-archive]

chihiros izurus and yukis

chihios

favorite thing about them: her influence!!!!! ough the way she still impacts the story beyond death!!!! least favorite thing about them: her canon writing favorite line: i dont pay much attention to lines but that one where she says she wants to destroy the past version of herslef.. NO! GIRL! GIRL! brOTP: i think her & kiibo r the bestest.. siblings <3 OTP: i lovelovelove her with. makis and sakuras and sayakas and mukuros and kaedes and mikakos and- *goes on for five hours* nOTP: i do not like her w kiibo bcs . like i said . siblings . also chimondo or chishimaru or chishimondo is Icky! or her with byakuya.. DIE! random headcanon: strawberry hairclips . also i think sjhe like steals items of clothing from ppl she likes unpopular opinion: TRANSGENDER song i associate with them: villain by teniwoha or digital/physical heart by vane lily favorite picture of them: babygirl pose

izurus

favorite thing about them: everything <3 esp her interactions w junko in dr3 lmao least favorite thing about them: her canon writing. not bcs its bad bcs it doesnt align w the version of her that exist in my brain favorite line: i think all her reactions to junko in dr3 r funny . or when she showed up at the end of ultra despair girls brOTP: her and hajime r fun.. he likes steals her deadname so she cant hold a grudge against him lol . HER AND IBUKI!!!!!!!!!!! also her and chihiro r good OTP: kamunagas <3 also a soft spot for kamushima nOTP: hm i guess her and either of the naegis? i see them as cousins (who stick to each other at family gatherings cuz the rest of their extended family is homo/transphobic more or less) random headcanon: when she gets older she goes into computer science <3 unpopular opinion: that she is her Own Fucking Person ffs song i associate with them: hahaha i have a whole playlist but uhh. fruiting bodies by rip or cutlery by yoh kamiyama r good ones. favorite picture of them: anything i draw of her <3

yukisss

favorite thing about them: ok i love how he seems like a Real Actual Person . does that make sense? like hes dumb sometimes and hes silly and gay . i love makoto but yuki is much more of a Real Actual Person then her least favorite thing about them: what the fuck was his chapter 3 motive . wtf favorite line: iii like some of the stuff he says in the bad end lol brOTP: him & akane !!!! also him & kizuna r good in their ftes, and the weed fic is making me appreciate him & kanatas dynamic also . also him & haru r funny OTP: KINJOMAEKINJOMAEKINJOMAE!!!!!!!!!! theyre soocanon so perfect for each other love love. also hes cute w yamato nOTP: i dont like him with akane or kizuna romantically. or any of the girls in general lol random headcanon: inferiority complex unpopular opinion: he is Literally a system . *gestures at chapter 6* song i associate with them: the monochrome mentality by rip <3 favorite picture of him: THAT ONE CG WHERE HE SLAPS TSURUGI HAHAHAHAH

[strawbrygashez]

Shane Carver x Kyle Sullivan HCs cuz why not… I still don’t know what to shorten their ship name to.. circleshipping?? Idk

•Once they get together, it’s not long until Shane basically is living at Kyle’s house since he has nowhere else to go. Once Kyle’s mom heard Shane’s situation she was totally on board with him staying with them.. I think she can be a very sympathetic person even tho she’s kinda meh about trying to fix her husbands attitude towards Kyle. Speaking of him, I doubt he’d even really realize Shane is always in the house since he’s always out doing work. He just thinks Shane is a close friend of Kyle’s who hangs out a lot 🤷‍♀️

I don’t think Kyle & Shane would tell her they r together. But she definitely has walked into Kyle’s room to ask him or Shane something late at night and saw them asleep cuddled up together. She knows something’s going on but she won’t say anything since she’s happy for Kyle. But I also could see her awkwardly trying to drop hints that she knows

•Kyle is lowkey obsessed with Shanes hair. He steals some of his moms hair stuff so he can mess with Shane’s hair when he’s bored. Shane ends up walking around with pony tails or a single pony tail sometimes. He doesn’t really care what Kyle does to his hair.

•kyle is definitely the one who’s more open to less extreme music. He isn’t gonna listen to pop or classical music but he can listen to grunge & rock. Shane on the other hand swears up and down he hates anything that isn’t the most evil and brutal metal ever but he does end up preferring Kyle’s calmer music when his thoughts are racing.

•Kinda related to previous point, but I really think Shane likes quiet moments more than he lets on and I think that’s one of the reasons he really likes Kyle. It just sticks out to me so much how softly Shane talks to Kyle.. like even if Shane is talking to another ‘friend’ of his one on one it isn’t as soft as it is with him. He obviously feels really safe with him. I doubt anyone else knows the private stuff he shared with Kyle. Shane lets himself be so vulnerable with Kyle IT MAKES ME SICK!!!!

•Shane kinda hates it when anyone but Kyle touches him. If anyone else had held him back when he was about to fight that old dude, he would have been beyond pissed at them but it’s literally canon he loves him so.. lol. He’s not gonna say or do anything.

Going along with that, Shane doesn’t like people touching Kyle (this is basically canon lol)

•At least one of those edgy drawings taped onto the wall behind Kyle’s bed was made by Shane.

•Shane and Kyle actually don’t try to hide pda. Especially at their meetings in the woods. Everyone knows not to say anything about it because Shane has a lot of stuff held over their heads and they know they r in trouble if they say something. So it’s not unusual for those two to be holding hands while they’re there.

[misqnon]

hi its march! my anon name changes with the months /j

ok thats fair if u didn't have a guess. maybe it just felt really obvious to me because i am... myself...

its hard NOT to ship op characters. they all have such fun dynamics!! hannyabul and magellan is like.. im being silly when i say i ship them,, but also they ARE kinda real boyfriends to me.

its such a shame when ppl ignore the silly side of zoro. he has a few extremely wholesome, adorable, fun moments with luffy in wano and.. yeah ... im excited for u to see the interactions they have. add that to the list of things i am excited for!! lol. do the 3 dangly earrings signify he uses 3 swords??? i Never noticed this but if so... thats genius?? either way they r so pretty and in wano they zoom in on his earrings multiple times and show them like . waving in the wind or something idk. its so .. i love it. one more thing im excited about LOL

IT *IS* THE SILVER FOX LOOK!!

HELL YEAH.. i honestly am not a huge fan of the wci arc. i really disliked it the first time i read it but i think there r a lot of things that contributed to that. i couldn't remember a lot of the story from before, i started it in the anime and then switched over to manga at some point so it was a bit of a jarring difference, i have complicated feelings about sanji, and i was really sleep deprived when i was reading it. it was super difficult to get through cuz it just felt like everything dragged on and on.. so when i was rereading i was really dreading coming back to that arc and having to slog through it again. but actually it wasn't that bad. its still nowhere near being a favorite for me, but it does have a lot of good moments. anyways i think u will have a much better time than me and im looking forward to seeing ur reactions!! (as usual)

dragon: "i miss my husband, sabo. i miss him a lot" /ref

one of the sanji tiktoks is actually extremely topical considering what arc ur on so ill probably send it when ur done with wci!!

i watched the scene u sent and!!! robin puts her WHOLE SOUL into that "i want to live!!!" i dont remember the japanese version that well tbh cuz its been so long since i watched it. so the dub is probably what i will remember when i think of that scene now...

i wont kill u for liking la luffy.... because i havent watched it yet LOL. i might end up agreeing with u (although tbh i doubt i will,, i tend to be more fond of things im familiar with). i like edgelord zoro but its only when he has a healthy amount of silliness to go along with it :( im very very sad to hear he isnt nearly as goofy in the live action. ive seen a few moments of him joking around but.. i miss u silly guy... i miss u....

live action usopp seems like he has more rizz than anime/manga usopp (forgive me for using slang. i have been told it sounds really odd when i do bc it sounds like an old man using it LOL). i think that is a very interesting choice!! cuz i love usopp and i do think hes really charming and a lovely person,, but i feel like him having 0 confidence in himself is so important to his character?? but he seemed like he was an enjoyable character to watch so maybe i shouldnt get too hung up on it.

tongue piercing doflamingo is canon to me too 🫡 its very fitting considering hes always doin something with his tongue

straw hat crew supports and encourages sanji to explore his gender because at the end of the day their friend is their friend and gender doesnt matter

im glad i didnt spoil anything phew!!

i will accidentally influence u to like law more. just like u influence me to like sanji more. tradeoff /j

penis death... yeah... penis death.... i love it.. its so insanely funny to me. penis death. also i find it funny that he seems to have a milder reaction to chopper saying it compared to luffy. like is that his soft spot for the cute reindeer showing?? is it bc theyre both doctors?? idk i like to analyze his relationships with the straw hats..

im procrastinating on the tierlist (im actually very busy irl with moving) but i will no t forget to send it,, i swear!!

u probably have turned on sending images in asks but i do this on my phone and im also.. kind of a tumblr noob.. so i dont know how to .. i will look it up. or just send the tierlist (when i make it) in a separate ask on my computer.

in terms of favorite characters we have in common: link, sesshomaru (i still haven't finished inuyasha. its been .. 10 years or something), kagamine rin (although tbh i like len more (im not actually that into vocaloid.. just a little?)), crowley, robin, doflamingo

i do know a lot of the characters on there but havent actually consumed the media theyre part of to feel super attached to them. i have too many things i plan to watch/read/play and i just end up not doing any of it LOL

i will keep trying for sure 🫡 ive been drawing a lot more recently. because.. im hyperfixating on anime characters. did i already say that

im pretty sure that any characters that have black eyes oda just makes them brown whenever their eye color is visible. and similarly, the anime just makes anyone with black eyes have grey or white. i dont know if oda has thought abt most of his characters eye color,, or if he actually does just plan for them all to have brown eyes. but headcanoning crazy eye colors is more fun imo!!

the anime notoriously does NOT know what colors things are. my favorite guy law has grey eyes in the anime and theyre gold in the manga.. which is devastating!? cuz gold is way more interesting and fitting and... yeah. i will forever be upset abt that. if they're gonna whiten all the characters to such a crazy level why cant they change the eye colors that are objectively WRONG (following manga canon)

brown is a good choice for luffy!!

i also love nami having brown eyes. they're pretty!!

grey definitely does work for zoro!! idk hes pretty no matter what.. and i cant clearly picture any color for him. i think most muted colors would look good

usopp having brown would look good too!! i was trying to think of the characters color pallets when i was imagining their eye colors and tbh hes worn a lot of brown so.

YEAH i saw that colorspread n that was why i was like . . yknow what... brown eyed sanji.. bc he looks very pretty there tbh. to go on a bit of a tangent, im kinda a blue eyed hater because my whole family (outside of my dad) has blue eyes . I've seen too much of it.. its boring. my mom has literal baby blues tho theyre so bright and. yeah its.. its striking.. its cool. its interesting. but the rest of us just have regular blue eyes. theyre dark and kind of grey. its too boring!!! and . therefore.. brown eyed sanji.. brown eyed sanji is best .

i am so .. i miss robins early design .. they kept her blue eyes (which again.. are objectively wrong according to manga canon) but they just had to make her like. the palest member of the straw hats. i love her having blue eyes so im not complaining that they didnt fix it but its like ... why did u fix one thing and not the other... i find that very frustrating. i wish they had just kept both her skin color and her eyes LOL. also cowgirl robin was so cool 😢

franky with pink eyes is SO GOOD??? tbh no matter what eye color he has i think it should be bright and vibrant

thats what i was thinking too!! the purple goes with his color scheme.

no worries abt not being able to reply <3

dressrosa is by far my favorite arc!! and then next i think is wano, egghead (the most recent arc), and impel down

those are my absolute favorites but other ones i like are arlong park, syrup village, punk hazard, sabaody/post war/return to sabaody, marineford (this would be another absolute favorite if not for the fact its so painful), whatever arc zoro joined in, drum island, skypeia, and.. controversially i do like fishman island despite also finding it a bit boring

i also rly enjoyed the reverie (it counts as a separate arc on the wiki) this one is apparently directly after wci.. i can never remember when it takes place chronologically. theres not really any action but i dont even care... i dont read for action

people dont like post timeskip one piece as much for some reason? its confusing to me bc almost all my favorite arcs are post timeskip.. im loving the focus shifting to the whole world.. and i love reading about huge world events. and i love theorizing about things. its all very fun

its really hard to choose just a few favorites LOL. i keep wanting to add other arcs i really enjoyed . augh.

what are YOUR favorite arcs :o

hello!!

no u’ve put me on the hannyabul and magellan train now. its my new otp. sorry. u did this

YEA HIS 3 EARRINGS ARE FOR HIS SWORDS!! and yes im. so excited for so MANY wano moments (that i know of but havent been completely spoiled for: everyone in beast pirate disguises, zoro and luffy reunion (+ everyone else ofc!) sanji’s raid suit and subsequent Germa Angst, THE ZORO / SANJI DEATH PACT??. DEMONIO FLEUR!?!??! (GOING TO LOSE MY MIND AT THAT ONE) AND MORE. and if theyre gonna be animation zoro’s earrings like that then damn. i got even more to look forward to on top of tht

i like wci but mostly for the sanji arc. i dont care much for the setting (although the alice in wonderland insp is cool!) and i actually love pudding but the fact she’s apparently 16 puts a bad taste in my mouth every time she’s on screen. it doesnt feel like its dragging on yet but as much as i do wanna continue i keep not having the motivation bc i know i still have quite a bit to go through vjbjfdkn. im glad u enjoyed it more ur second time tho!! (katakuri….gotta get to katakuri at least)

NOT THE DRAGON ROBOTNIK QUOTE JCCNSDKJN “i miss my wife tails��

and yes…YES……SANJITOK/…

HELL YES IM SO GLAD U WATCHED THE ROBIN SCENE. SHE DID PUT HER WHOLE SOUL INTO IT. FUN FACT I WATCHED A PANEL OF THE VOICE ACTORS ON YT AND THAT WAS THE FIRST AND ONLY TAKE . INSANE

yea the opla is so fun and a great ride but like anything it has its problems! although im still just amazed that it somehow seemed to break the live action anime curse and be the only one to do so with moderate success and yet it adapted. probably one of the hardest and longest anime to adapt ever. like how. do tell me if u watch it!! 

jacob is just too hot to play usopp is the issue- KNDFSJSKL /HJ. it’s definitely still played as fake confidence but its a different flavor of it for sure.

and yes beautiful. gnc sanji my beloved. transji my beloved. sanji forced to lipsync for his life by iva my beloved

i am completely ok with this character influencing btw. tradeoff initiated. i actually saw a law post and thought of u the other day!! i was gonna send it to u but i was like i’ll wait for the next letter…so here

idk if this is fanon or canon a lot but ppl say law has a cuteness to weak animals bc of bepo. robin core

THATS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY BC IM IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING TO MOVE TOO AND AM ALSO BUSY FROM THAT JVBFJD

omg tumblr noob…i’ve been on this damn website for more than 10 years 😭

slay im glad we have some in common >:^) inuyasha was my first actual anime! and sesshomaru my first anime crush…wow. love that guy. [don’t watch the yashahime sequel. i dont wanna talk abt it 😐] and thats valid i love both the kagamine twins!!

i havent had time to draw but man…i draw like. in my mind. u know. i…i think about things…i COULD draw…that counts right,

i agree! i was surprised no one has asked in an SBS but i know it HAS to have been a question so maybe he has a reason he isnt answering??

I HEARD HIS EYES ARE GOLD IN MANGA WHICH IS SO FUCKING COOL?? GOLD EYES ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAV IN CHARACTER DESIGN!! and god. yea. yea. like oh okay you can get the colors wrong on everything and not change them to be right but u can make usopp whiter than a sheet. ok. i see how it is. they even lightened CHOPPER FOR PETE SAKE???

im not a blue eyed HATER but i definitely prefer brown eyes. as a brown eyes haver im pushing back on the blue eye supremacy with spite ‼️

dont even get me started on post timeskip robin. biggest downgrade. like at least franky is still himself and can change his hair and his face is still franky. someone else worded it best in saying oda took away so many features that made robin’s character design recognizable and unique that she feels like a completely different one. APPARENTLY robin was never supposed to be tan and anime assumed that too, but idc if u keep the blue then keep the skin color…its like. blatantly just colorism there

omg…DRESSROSA WAS VERY GOOD! that makes me think…hey have u seen this video . made by the same editor as the last one i sent u also…that makes me so excited to move forward. AND MAYBE ITS JUST BC IM GAY AS HELP BUT I LOOVVED IMPEL DOWN !! 70% FOR THE NEWKAMA AND 30% FOR CROCODILE

i didnt think fishman island was anywhere near as boring or badly paced as i heard. it was literally fine imo. not my favorite but not bad! except um. fishman island sanji can burn pls stop making me hate my favorite character (THOUGH I STAND BY RETURN TO SABAODY SANJI BEING WORSE THAN FISHMAN ISLAND. AT LEAST HE WASNT SNIFFIN PPL WHAT THE *FUCK* WAS THAT]

and i defintely see the post-timeskip haters points sometimes. there’s less time spent with the characters just. getting to interact and chill- partially bc the anime doesnt really do filler now but also partially bc now the crew is so large that oda never writes them all in one place. theyre always splitting up. and also the obvious things like robin getting sidelines and her design change, zoro is less silly, overall there’s less lightheartedness (although at times i can appreciate that). but the thing that bothers me most is it feels like oda got more brave with the off color jokes and sexualization and such. it was there pre timeskip (esp starting around thriller bark) but post timeskip its just like. sexualization and perv jokes are turned up to 200%. and yea im bitter bc sanji got worse in that aspect (although i actually prefer his post timeskip design! i like his stupid little goatee and his new suits/outfits are very nice! and his character development has obviously. gotten some spotlight) but damn if they couldnt give that to some of the other crew members too! though i digress. and ur right- the arcs and story HAVE improved and been super epic!

hmm..i think my favorite arcs would have to be [as of where i am currently] water 7/enies lobby, impel down, and dressrosa. whole cake will probably be up there when i finish it just bc of it being the My Guy Arc.

help im running out of one piece questions…uh…uh…any other strawhat headcanons? about anything!

p.s. i saw this and it made me laugh so hard

[sug4r-sp1c3]

HELLOOEJWJDIIW YOUR ACCOUNT IS COOLIO !!! CAN I GET A CH HEAD CANON OF GERMANY,CANADA,PHILIPINES,SAUDI ARABIA WITH AN S/O WHO LOVES CAT AND OWNS LIKE 3? UR ACCOUNT IS COOL <333

HOLY SHI-

HI THIS ISN'T AN ACCOUNT IS A CALL FOR HELP'CUZ I SIMP A LOT OF IDIOTS/j

Germany, Canada, Philipines, and Saudi Arabia with a S/o that haves and loves cats

Germany

this bitch loves when he comes back of his job and the 3 cats are there waiting him + his lovely S/o

thats heaven ofc

loves to feed them small pieces of meat from their lunch or breakfast (ham, sausages, meat, etc.)

buys you cat stuff and toys for them

loves waking up with 3 furballs with him and s S/o

doesn't let you scold them or say bad words in front of them

"SH#T"

"SWEETIE NOT IN FRONT THE CATS-" proceds to cover the cats ears

"[insert name of the cat] WHY DIDYOU BROKE THE CORTAINS-"

"i was playing with the laser and with him sorry!"

or

"i broke it!-"

bro yeah with ur nails u broke like 55 dolars cortains

YEAAAAHHHH

Canada

cat man vibes

loves your cats and he loves you!

but he doesn't love the result in his clothes

"[insert one of the cats name] i have to clean my jackte again!"

haves to buy cat toys because they probably play and broke one of his raccoon hats

and the bad result of that

is that ur babys don't have whiskas for a week

"thats what they get! chasing that raccoons its hard!"

loves buying them cat treats,

definitly one of ur cats its a fatty one

and he loves that

he would try to take one of them(or all) to hunt

spoiler now he has like 7 more hats

"LOOK I HAVE MORE RACCON HATS-"

"PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT MY BABIES HUNT THOSE RACCOONS-"

"YOUR BABIES HUNT THOSE RACCOONS-"

"okay why i am sleeping in the coach"

Philipines

HE LOVES KITTIES

like germany he defens them and buys you cat things, and toys for them

"WHO BROKE THE CORTAINS!?"

"ME, IT WASN'T OUR BABIES AND YOU DON'T HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE THAT THEY DID IT!"

ok but now explain why one of them was climbing of one of the cortains

"ok but aare you okay? one of my cats hurt you while you was playing with them"

"THEY LOVE MEEEE"

you can't sleep in r bed 'cuz the cats are in ur place

imagine this

you send poland to buy some things and he comes back with the things you asked

and

food, toys,sweets, clothes, beds, things, etc.

for

ur

cats

just him being a cinnamon roll,

Saudi Arabia

(since i take a break of the fandom [before i start this blog] i don't know how some ppl think that saudi A acts, so here is going to be the typical scary man but a soft man when you know him better)

i feel like your kitties are going to be scared of him

but after a lot of cuddles, cleaning everything, pats, and toys ur kitties will love him

its like their dad lmao 😭

"i love our little cats,... but please keep them away from my S U I T S "

this man definitly haves one of those sweaters with a cat on it

if ur cats are the ones that chase mices, flys, etc(idk my cat chases flys lmao) just to bring them to him

he will feel alabated.... and when the cat is not watching he will throw it but everyone here would do that so ssshhhh

If you give more attention to your cats than to him, he gets mad and won't give him whiskas.

although if you give them to him without him noticing- well he realizes

"/opening the [cabinet/basket/drawer] where his food is supposed to be/"THERE WAS 41 WHISKAS, 4 1 , NOW I WATCH JUST 38! E X P L A I N"

"THEY WHERE- wait you counted the food envelopes and you memorized how much it was?

"oh look [cat name] brought us another cricket, awww"

"ANSWER U SCARY MF"

{YESS ANOTHAR REQ, okay its been a hell wirte with my throat feeling like I'm dying,but meh, with 1 or 2 pills it goes away, back on topic, the limit is 4 blabla, ehmmm, I've been getting a lot of questions from Countryhumans lmao, I love writing for them, miss spells, etc etc, just say it}

[quirkle2]

hhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg

Brain will not stop but um... do you think...would Warriors dance with Legend?

(I just read the sad Warriors scarf stuff and want to give him loving)

Because I want them to dance together? Like, Legend is a good dancer in canon, but I like thinking Wars would be too, he just doesn't care too with most people because dancing means touching and touching is a risk when it's not a person you trust. But Warriors trusts Legend so.... them dance?

Your thoughts?

YESSSSSSS i am in Love w them dancing it's so fuckin soft. can i tell u a secret, at the end of my fic ice and indignance i actually imagined them dancing rly slowly when goofing off together at the end. i didn't include it cuz it woulda fucked w the pacing i think and also i was Scared of What Society Would Say but now i don't give a shit. LET THEM DANCE,,,

i think they should be allowed to dance at parties. ledge would impress literally everyone there including warriors himself and wars would get to learn the kind of dances ledge knows instead of just like,,, idk . Fancy Dances at Fancy Places. can u tell i know nothing abt this GVIYEAV

if ur aimim for less party-stuff and more quiet, subdued vibes, i think the softest kinds of dances r like . rly slow ones in the middle of a kitchen at like 3 am or smth. smth So fuckin soft. neither of them can sleep but they're both tired and they don't rly know how they started dancing but they did and they sure as hell don't wanna stop