I feel like quite a few comments on WEBTOON seem to forget about the context of the comic in that they are in a death game where they are supposed to turn on each other particularly when it comes to understanding Annabel and to a much lesser extent Duke and Prospero
Webtoon comments don't feel as... "into it" as the discord and tumblr side of the fandom do.
Personally, I pin it onto the curse of "casual reading," or the short attention spans that tiktok gave us. There's also what I like to call the "empathy epidemic."
Everybody thinks that they're holier than thou, when really, they'd act the same way that some of the characters do. Probably worse, if we're being honest with ourselves.
I'd act the same was as Annabel. There's nothing that she didn't do which I wouldn't in her situation, either. Granted, I probably would've have the wit that she does, but still.
Webtoon commenters don't have that same sentiment. They believe that, somehow, they'd be better. Somehow, they'd make all the right choices. Unfortunately, that's not how life is in those unfair situations.
The Nevermore characters are in a Death Game. The strongest survives. The weakest will die. The game is intended thus:
Those who play dirty have a higher chance of living, while those that grasp onto friendships and high hopes will eventually be forced to turn against the people they once cared for.
It's unfair. It's cruel. It's painful. Nobody wants to do the things they have. Even Annabel Lee, the Queen of the game, has expressed her distaste for it all. She hates it. She's only managing everything by severe disassociation.
Frankly, anon? Between us?
Those webtoon commenters, if they were as righteous as they say, wouldn't last a day in Nevermore.
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experimentations ft. the Artpop queen herself
Silly little (not so little) unrelated HC I developed later under the cut
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🎀- HC that EVE's most normal hobby - when not occupied with other things - is repainting dolls
🎀- Like in a blue moon you can catch her at the hobby lobby in mom jeans and a cardigan just looking for materials
★- In her down time (which is a bit rare these days) Nadia'll pick those ball-jointed Barbie/Bratz/MH dolls and give them a complete makeover
☆- While she's making them she's fervently thinking 'I will love you in a way that no one else EVER has' and she treats them all that way
★- She'll repaint them in the most unconventional ways possible but they're still gorgeous; a perfect reflection of her studio artwork on a body that isn't her own
☆- Sometimes if she's low on fabrics, instead of making a full-sized mockup of her exhibition fits she'll use her dolls to test the outfit design and make a mini version of the fit with small pieces of the final material
★- She's got this HUGE shelf on her pad that's got these fashion icon dolls displayed with their name and inspiration on a little plaque
☆- Whenever something significant happens and she doesn't want to paint, she'll hold onto the feeling, good or bad, and jot down an idea for a new doll's look
★- and she DOES truly love each of them - though she may have had to learn to love one in particular
🎀- She picked up the hobby in college (before she met Zuke) but didn't really think anything of it
🌸- It was just a means to practice different makeup looks and pencil techniques without sculpting something - and it was fun! She liked having a cute little gal at the end of the process
🎀- When she came up with the idea of using the dolls as models, she created a doll of herself but made the decision to make its skin completely white
🌸- When Nadia met Zuke, she sort of put the hobby aside to focus on her other art mediums, but she looked at the doll of herself and felt comfortable enough to repaint the right side pink (and she laughed a bit to herself looking at the final result, because it looked... Cute! Just like her other gorgeous dolls...)
🎀- After Rapturica, she didn't feel the need to create a doll based on her feelings as she didn't feel as hurt as she expected, but she did find it really, REALLY hard to look at the doll of herself, so she hid it away...
🎀- she picked up repainting again later but went in HARD - they began to look more artsy and alien, just like her other art pieces
🌸- After graduating she didn't really have time to repaint dolls and focused on creating other arts/music again, only occasionally using them to test outfits (but never the one of herself)
🎀- After the events of NSR though, she picked it up again as a form of self-care. It's something she doesn't have to create for the public eye, and she's rekindled the joy of creating a strange little gal and loving them despite their bizarre quirks.
🌸- ... I think she feels a bit more comfortable looking at the doll of herself now, too.
★- She's probably still got doll repaint videos up on her channel from her college days, hehe.
☆- (She's debating whether or not to make a mini exhibition about the concept of dolls.* Likely not, as she doesn't want to taint the tranquility of the act, but she still likes the idea. It's better to not mix work art with home art, anyway.) (* (How they can reflect their caretaker, they exhibit both confidence and vulnerability, they can be broken and discarded but repaired, they're still images that can be moved in a 3d space however you desire, they rely on a person to actually be 'real' ykyk that kind of thing. the symbolism of dolls.)
The doodle I made in the 3rd picture (above the cut) is inspired by those really pretty doll repaints... I think that that look in particular is one that she tested on a doll first... pre-ugly cry, that is.
Thanks for reading my very silly idea... decorated the bullets with Bows and stars because I felt like it, haha. Have a lovely day~🌸
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Luffy grew up with two brothers who, at first, hated him and kicked the shit out of him. Then, eventually, loved him and who expressed that love through kicking the shit out of him.
Luffy's grown up with a low level of violence as love his whole life.
His crew is the same, from very early on. Nami will beat on anyone (or at least any of the boys), and Zoro's been known to land a punch to the back of his head at every dumb remark he makes.
And Sanji... his kicks are INTENSE.
Luffy's lucky he's made of rubber.
and he laughs it all off-- because it's FUNNY. He knows his crew loves him, they're his CREW. He knows his brothers loved him, they're his BROTHERS. Luffy has always known violence as a form of love, although notably he rarely reflects that methodology onto others.
When Luffy meets Law the first time, Law watches as Luffy punches a Celestial Dragon in the face. That violence is, obviously, NOT a form of love.
When Luffy meets Law the second time, it's when Law is saving his life, doing impossible levels of knitting him back together.
Luffy doesn't remember a lot of that bit, or the bit right after, on Amazon Lily, when the grief is at its strongest.
But then, two years later, he sees Law again on Punk Hazard, and they form an alliance, and Luffy declares that Law is a good guy.
No one else agrees.
But when has Luffy ever cared about other peoples' opinions? Now certainly isn't the time to start. Law gave all those pirates new legs. He saved Luffy. He's good.
and then Law is travelling with them, aboard the Sunny.
And he's mean and grouchy and short tempered and, again, everyone is wary of him.
Luffy's not, of course, because that's just how Law is, but he's confused.
Because no matter how many times Law snaps or yells or threatens to slice people apart, he's never violent. He doesn't throw punches or kick or draw his sword.
Which does make Luffy wonder if he's done something wrong, that Law doesn't feel like he can be free with Luffy, to go after him when he says something stupid. Everyone else does, is it because he's the captain? But Law's captain too, and they're in an alliance, they're equal.
But he doesn't say anything on it-- and even in Dressrosa, when Law tries to tell him the alliance is over, Luffy knows he wouldn't attack him even if he could. And it's confusing. He couldn't count the amount of times Ace landed a punch on him just for waking him up wrong.
After all that is said and done, and they land on Zou, and Luffy meets the Heart Pirates in all their glory, all twenty of them, he doesn't know if he gets more confused or less.
The Heart Pirates LOVE their captain (as they should, Traffy is great!) and clearly would do anything for him, starting with those dorky poses they strike. And they yell at him for abandoning them, but they don't get violent with Law, and doesn't get violent with them. He sort of just... lets them yell at him and then talks over them.
It's weird.
This isn't a thought that keeps Luffy up at night so much as it's a thought that he returns to whenever he looks at Law, reclining as his crew tries to get him to talk about what happened, or whenever Luffy's getting literally kicked out of the kitchen by Sanji.
It's a fact that Luffy puzzles on even in Wano, as Law is passively letting Luffy ruin every plan and then announcing that he planned FOR Luffy to ruin every plan.
He doesn't hit Luffy for ruining his plan. He doesn't even elbow him in the side.
Before Luffy had seen Law with his own crew on Zou, he had thought that maybe Law didn't really like him. But after seeing Law interacting with his crew, he started to reevaluate. Law loves his crew, and although he threatens to use his Room on them (and maybe sometimes he does), that's not a violent thing. They can pop back together like Kin'emon did.
But Luffy wonders-- what does it mean to be close with someone without feeling the freedom to get physical with them?
He wonders this and doesn't have an answer, because that's never been his world.
And of course, what Luffy doesn't know, is that Law grew up with that violence. Had those formative years with Doflamingo, where he was taught to fight and lived with a family who was just as violent as Luffy's own. He was full of hatred and happily took it out on people.
And the only difference was Cora-- who at first was just as violent, to be fair, throwing him out a window and all that.
But Cora who saw him as someone that could be saved, who sacrificed everything from his mission to his life, to give Law freedom of a different kind— the freedom of gentleness. The freedom that comes from being able to live for yourself. The freedom that comes from being loved enough that the one who loves you gave it all up for you.
He gave Law everything he had, and he held him tight and told him it would all be okay.
And it wasn't, because Cora's gone, but Law took that love and internalized it, and from the very start the first thing he does is save Bepo from being hurt.
He gathers a crew little by little and does so by giving them second chances like he was given, and gives them safety— including physical safety. Because separating himself from Doflamingo and that hatred means also separating himself from that senseless violence that comes from growing up in organized crime.
Law's crew respects him because, despite his prickly exterior, he's stoically kind.He's using his fruit to help and to heal-- even when he gives those pirate hearts to the marines, did he kill them? Debatable.
Law has worked hard to excise that violence from his life, and Luffy can see that even when no one else on his crew seems to notice.
And Luffy doesn't know why-- doesn't understand it-- but god it makes him smile wide when he sees Law snap at someone and knows that he can trust that Law won't hurt.
It's like having a wild animal, capable of destruction, lay lazily at your feet.
Luffy wants that. It's an addicting feeling, to feel safe in that way.
He loves his crew and he loves his brothers and he's made of rubber-- they couldn't hurt him, wouldn't hurt him.
But the secret gentle kindness of Law is addicting.
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Sweet, Sweet Fantasy
In which, Charlie fantasizes about you
Warning: SMUT 18+ only!! Male masturbation, handcuffs, a little dark but not much.
It was Charlie’s favorite time of day. Not because the day was over or because he was finally able to rest. It was his favorite time of day because he could lock the door and think about you.
He quickly took his clothes off and settled into his chair. He pulled out his box of tissues and pumped some lotion into his right hand. He didn’t have to do too much to get himself hard. Just the thought of you was enough to send him overboard.
The thoughts he’s had about you are anything but normal. He’ll typically start out with something tame. You stripping down to your bra and underwear or no bra and just underwear. He loved how your skin glistened in the sunlight so he knew you had to apply oil to your skin.
The thought of you gently caressing your tits, traveling to your stomach, all the way to the inner part of your thighs drove him crazy. He even thought about your perfume, the smell of flowers mixed with the type of oils that you put in your hair was unlike anything he’s experienced. He wanted to be around you at all times.
But the longer he gets into it, the more depraved his thoughts become. Like how hot it would be to make cum over and over. He’d love to use a vibrator on you at the same time he’s fucking you, so you both can feel the vibrations. How sensitive and fucked out you’d be, but you’d beg for more. Or how he’d love to take you in a dressing room. Fucking you against the door, you both trying to keep quiet. He’s rubbing your clit with a little pressure and fast, you’re reaching down to massage his balls. You both quietly gasping for air, feeling each other’s bodies rub up against one another would be enough to send you both over the edge.
His personal favorite would be you using him. He’d love it if you handcuffed him to the bed, riding him slowly, taking your time. It would be sweet torture. He’d whine and beg, “please, please baby, if you c-could just- fuck- could you move a little faster?” You shake your head no “Sorry baby, no can do.” He’d whine, bucking his hips up, desperately trying to meet yours and chase his orgasm. He’s right there, he can feel it. You shove his hips back down and climb off of him. “Nnnooo, please baby. I won’t do it again, I’ll be good.” As you’re digging through the drawer, you reply, “watching will just have to do for now.” You pull out a wand and come back to the bed. You straddle him, sitting on his stomach so he can get a good look at your pussy.
By the middle of his fantasizes, Charlie has beads of sweat formed all over his body, his brow and his chest in particular. Some of his hair has begun to stick to his forehead and shoulders. He’s hunched over, feeling his orgasm start to rise, just a few more strokes and he’ll cum for you, just like he always does. He’ll moan your name before closing his eyes tightly, spraying his chest and painting it white. Cum running down his shaft and knuckles, dribbling down onto his balls and floor. He’s got a mess to clean up, but not before he makes another one. Despite cumming, he’s still hard, and he hasn’t even thought about role playing with you yet.
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