#good job op very good job

[destinationtoast]

It's really, really nice to have a doctor say, "Oh yeah, that makes sense" after years of having people tell you your pattern of pain can't be happening and/or is inexplicable!

[corvidaedream]

words teddy and i both just said in conversation: "paul revere's t-boy swag"

[aonomiki]

like I assume there’s a decent chunk of OP fans who just. don’t know that Oda supports not one, but TWO convicted pedophiles, but there’s definitely a good chunk that like. know this. and just don’t care and keep acting like it’s some kind of progressive leftist story anyways.

[namorian]

I love zoro as a character but I need society to stop pushing the idea he can be anywhere near an authority position. I don’t mind him having conquerer’s haki — his goal is to literally be the best in his field. But I cannot agree with the idea of him as a first mate/vice captain/leader etc. mainly because his stoicism and weird ass machoness that comes out at the oddest times is detrimental to being a leader.

Leadership is not just being commanding or cool. A massive factor in it is your social capacity. Being able to understand where the people under you are coming from, have a sense of what’s up with them mentally/emotionally, and trying to work with them on it or at least take it into account when making a decision. People need to feel like they’re being heard and understood, if they feel like you get where they’re coming from then they’re more likely to accept choices they actively dislike bc they feel respected. Zoro and luffy are both Very Bad at this tho in different directions. Luffy tends to Get people emotionally but really rarely takes the thoughts of others into account when making choices (ex. Agreeing to a Davy back fight b4 even knowing what it was and against like half the crew’s wishes). Zoro however really rarely gets other people, he doesn’t really put himself in other people’s shoes. He just lacks the emotional intelligence that really helps luffy get by and make up for his impulsive choices.

This is a big issue when you want to say he’s a second in command in the crew. A second in command in this context is also the HR department and zoro has big “because I said so” energy which doesn’t fly. I will say he was wrong about how to handle the usopp thing til I’m blue in the face and I avidly don’t like how he talked to chopper in the Davy back fight. He frequently shoots down nami’s more like, sensible emotionally tactful or measured approaches. This is not how you keep a group together in the long run. It’s just not. Zoro is a wonderful character, a great dude and a wonderful friend but he just — he is NOT built to manage a group dynamic or to work with people in that way. He just doesn’t always get why someone is upset about something and this doesn’t take it seriously or he does get it but responds with his own brand of emotional regulation which is just “tough it up and be man” which is just— that’s not helpful.

[sophaeros]

doing a breakdown/analysis of how one of my fav fics does scene transitions for funsies and film has actually ruined my brain i keep describing things as "motivation to cut" (im right tho)

[crehador]

so i think this is mostly because moriyama has been out for longer and isn't gacha (so more people have had time to build him and learn to play him) but he is like

consistently making more threes than midorima in every game i play lmaooo

[walriding]

miles should be a little. uncanny. is all I’m saying. you spend a little too much time around him and start to notice things that are ever so slightly. off. his breathing, his movements, even the way he carries himself. just his general presence. you can’t put your finger on exactly what’s wrong. is there a little too much of a pause between breaths? are his movements a touch too stiff? even the natural idiosyncrasies displayed by most people seem almost… rehearsed. planned. like you’re looking at something that’s trying very very hard to appear as a living human. and for the most part it’s succeeding but you looked too close for too long and suddenly you can’t be sure he — it? — is a human, living or not.

[skywitchmaja]

sometimes it does feel like everyone in world is conspiring to piss me off. but at the same time.. people also say nice things to me, so it’s hard to say really

[16-jarrah]

brba spoilers?

ok so walter's confession speech—i don't have any context abt it—i dunno when he makes it or under what circumstances it gets played in the show, but it's sorta a meme right. so i've heard it before, but i only really remember the part where he pins the blame on his brother in law hank. and i remember when i heard that, i was pretty surprised and a bit confused. i knew mostly nothing abt the brba/bcs universe, but from what i knew, that's not how the actual story goes.

i think hank's a really interesting character. he's got some White Cishet Guy tendencies that make him come off ehh sometimes and he's not really like, someone i'd hang around on purpose. not to mention he's The Cop of the show.

but i really like his character so far, actually. he's really well written. and i like that he actually comes off as a nice guy. i mean, i came into the show expecting to dislike him heavily because he's an asshole and whatnot... but he's not, y'know? not so far anyway. and i doubt "irredeemable monster" is a direction they're gonna go with him in the future. (i might be wrong since "there's no good person in the brba/bcs universe" as they say, but hey, i don't know that yet for certain.) he's someone who genuinely cares about his family and his wife, and he's like, mostly a well intentioned guy, i feel like. i mean. again he still does come off as unlikeable and can be a bigot in more than one way but he's not someone you loathe every time he's on screen. i appreciate that. i think he's the character i've been really surprised by the most so far

edit: just to be clear cz maybe i was too nice to him in this post, but y'know. the bigoted shit he does absolutely don't get any free passes or anything. that still makes him an asshole. just cz i don't loathe him in every scene he's in doesn't mean i think he's a very peachy guy

[pokeharvest]

25 and 26 for oc asks!

25. Are there any two characters that are like a dynamic duo/group?

Within the Straw Hats, I think the dynamic duo/group including Eri would probably be Nami + Eri (+ Usopp)!! We love three individually smart besties that become insanely stupid when put together <3

26. What’s your favorite relationship/dynamic between a set of OCs?

Answered!

34. What scene that you’ve written/imagined is your favorite?

The most cohesive scenes I have for any OC would be for Eri, and even then they are far and few between but I think the polearm comic is a great scene :) I still think it's really funny and the closest I'll get to making "real" stories/plot revolving around Eri lol. I also wrote an amnesia fic for Eri but I don't think that's ever going to see the light of day

send me OC questions!

[lemonade-squid]

I didn't realize that the new ruronin kenshin started it looks nice unsure of its the kinda reboot that's sticking close the manga or something?(haven't read it yet) seems ok so fat but dosent have that like thing that same feel as the old anime

[peachesofteal]

Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader

“Are you sure it’s not too cold?” 

“It’s fine.” You glance down at Emmaline in the stroller, wrapped up in a blanket over her little winter jacket, fuzzy wool hat pulled down around her ears. “It’s not nearly chilly enough to be concerned. She’s probably overdressed, to be honest. In Norway, they leave babies outside to sleep in much colder temperatures.” 

“Why?” He keeps pace beside you, strolling along the park’s walking path leisurely, trying to keep his heart rate normal every time your hip bumps his thigh, or you nudge him with your elbow. 

“It helps their immune system, I think. Exposes them to the germs in their environment, allows them to build resistance, or something. Plus, the climate there is naturally cold? So, I think it helps acclimatize them. Pretty sure some people say they sleep better.” 

“That’s… brave of them.” He doesn’t know what else to say, he can’t imagine trusting the world enough to leave a baby, leave Emma, outside to sleep. 

“It’s different, I guess, when you have a ‘village’,” you use air quotes around the word village, and regret flashes across your eyes. “when you trust your community. Rely on them.” He doesn’t expect the longing that rings in your voice, the doleful, twisted tone of loss, a mournful sentiment that has him nearly pulling up short, slowing to a stop to tilt his head in consideration, his eyes above the mask zeroed in on yours until you’re giving him a meek smile and shrug. “Anyway,”

“Sweet-“ 

“I feel like we’re always talking about me or Emma. How about you? How was your week?” You pause, something occurring to you, pushing your lips forward with curiosity. “I know you said you travel for work, but I don’t think you ever told me what you did?” Shit. He’s not ready for this. He tries to recall how he practiced it with Johnny, the words that they agreed upon, the approach he would take. 

“Ye gotta make it sound at least somewhat normal, LT. Make her feel safe about it.”

“’m not goin’ lie to her.” 

“It’s not lyin’. Just, use the official language. The propaganda stuff, y’know.” 

He knows what he’s supposed to say, the lengthy spiel about ‘managing global conflict’ and ‘identifying and neutralizing domestic and global threats’, the words Johnny had suggested, but instead, what comes out is; “I’m uh, in the military. In a multi-national spec ops task force that focuses on counter terrorism. We operate from of a base just outside the city.” The park bustles around the three of you, runners and walkers circumventing where you’ve slowed to a crawl on the crushed gravel path, families tugging at one another, boys and girls hopping with excitement over promises from their parents. 

“That’s… interesting.” You say the words slowly, like you’re mulling them over, considering them. “Is it dangerous?” 

“Only sometimes.” You raise an eyebrow like you don’t believe him, skepticism plain as day, and he concedes. “It’s not a desk job, but I’m very good at it.” He wants to reassure you, desperate to keep the hope alive that’s been building in his heart for you, needs you to feel safe with him. The water is in sight now, ducks and swans floating on top of the glass like surface, waiting for their offerings that come from so many that frequent their little lake, every day. You motion to an empty bench, turning the stroller in it’s direction, his breath still caught in his chest, lack oxygen starting to make him feel woozy. Say something. Say anything. 

“Emmaline’s dad had a dangerous job too.” You unbuckle her from the stroller, cradling her in your lap as you nestle into one end of the bench, eyes fixed on the group of ducks closest to the shore. “And he was good at it.” 

“Is that how you lost him?” He concludes softly, the question as gentle as he can voice it. You don’t look at him, but he can see the change in your face, tears welling at the corners of your eyes, posture curling over your baby. 

You only nod, but it’s enough. Enough for him to slide a little closer, pressing the outside of his leg to yours. Enough that your free hand wanders, fingers brushing against the fabric of his jeans, your face lifting from the water to his with a question. 

“Can you hold her? While I get the biscuits?”

“Of course.” You shift her into his arms, and he straightens her so that she’s sitting up against his chest, crook of his arm supporting her head, other hand flush with her belly. You rummage inside the bag that’s shoved under the stroller, Emma’s backpack, and she coos at you from Simon’s arms. “Is that your mum?” He murmurs, and she gurgles something in response, a happy string of sounds that has his heart warming inside his chest. “Yeah, that’s her huh?” You straighten, bag in your hand, watching him and Emma, sad expression turning beatific, bittersweet smile pulling at your lips. 

“Come on.” You don’t reach for the baby, instead motioning for Simon to follow you, trusting him to carry her down behind you, to hold her as you as break up the little pieces of biscuit. “I promised her some ducks.” 

[gremlingottoosilly]

Mafia konig and his sweet innocent assistant

OMG!! MAFIA KONIG!! My mom was obsessed with TV show about ex-spec ops soldiers starting a criminal ring as a friend group because they didn't have any opportunities after being discharged from the military and...well, let me introduce you to this: Mafia!Konig as a discharged colonel Konig, was let go from the military with(thankfully) enough connections and retirement funds that his little hobby of smuggling guns from poorer Eastern European countries into Austria and Germany(both having horribly strict gun laws) for the less fortunate criminal rings. He gets them guns and drugs -- much lower prices too, thank god for his Prague connections and cheap labor -- and they get him money and power. Mafia!Konig who isn't your typical suit-wearing nice and clean-cut mob boss. He still wears his uniform - not because he wants to taint the suit, but because of his connections as the guy on the inside in the special forces - he was booted out of the army because of his age and traumas, even though he refused until his last day at the forces. He won't ever let anyone tear that form away from him - you just know he fucks you in his office in full gear, bouncing you on his cock as you're forced to beg your colonel to let you cum. Wearing his dog tags as the sign of ownership - as you're nothing but his obedient pet. Mafia!Konig has a solid reputation. A center that helps veterans overcome their traumas and find new purpose in life after exiting special forces - and you're his pretty assistant, just an innocent thing that runs around and does all of his paperwork because Colonel hates doing it! And you want to keep your job, you want to be useful, you're a good girl that doesn't question the suspicious numbers and shady people that attend some of his other totally legal businesses. You know better than to accuse people who served your country of being a dishonest bunch of thugs. Mafia!Konig who knows this is bad for you - innocent thing, you shouldn't ever be wrapped in his schemes, he only hired you because he wanted someone nice, someone kind to hang on to. He is doing terrible things every day, not shading from murders, assassinations and contraband smuggling - but he can come to you and place his head on your chest, just laying here for a few minutes as you stroke his head and relieve all of his anxieties.

Mafia!Konig who eventually convinces you to be his girlfriend. His trophy wife even, eventually - he wants to take care of you, to free you from having a job and worry about money...he has all means to make your life in Vienna as sweet as possible, cute thing, and he even hired move assistants for his more illegal doings just so your only job would be bringing him coffee and sucking him off under a table after the closes a very important weapons deal, forcing his thick cock in your willing throat as he promises to take you to the mountains on Christmas.

[bluerosefox]

GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS

When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.

(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)

But Jason didn't mind his penpal.

Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.

From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.

Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.

Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...

But then he died by the hands of the Joker.

The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.

Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.

Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.

And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.

Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.

It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.

The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.

"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.

Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"

Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.

His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.

"From: Danny Fent Nightingale

Amity Park, IL"

To: Jason Todd-Wayne

Gotham City, NJ.

Wayne Manor"

And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.

"Jason.

I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.

Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-

I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.

I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.

I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.

I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.

Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.

Again I’m sorry.

This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.

Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.

-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."

The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.