#i will find you fruit stealer

[torasplanet]

❝𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝙀𝙏, 𝙄 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍.ᐟ❞

I. KUROKAWA + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you don't know if ran knows how to eat pussy or just doesn't want to but izana definitely wants to.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, oral(f!receiving), cheating, mention of a threesome, pussy eating champ!izana, hair pulling, izanas a freak lmao, girlfriend stealer!izana, ran is kinda described as a dick, izana wanting to fuck you since forever, consensual phototaking, tenjiku!izana, praise, light degradation, petnames (doll, whore, pumpkin eater), teasing, prt 2 in works, actually came up with part 2 first, skin color not mentioned.

“Yo Izana!” You yelled from your spot on the ground with your eyes trailing up the fire escape stairs to the window the white-haired man sat on just staring out the window with Bohemian Rhapsody playing loudly from inside his apartment. He was in a tight-fitting white shirt and gym shorts and his hair was a bit unkept than usual as if he had just woken up from a nap.

His lilac gaze traveled down from the bright sky to you, you were in nothing but a hoodie and shorts, just something quick you threw on before coming here “Can I come up?” You asked tilting your head and squinting your eyes from the brightness of the sun shining on your face. His lilac eyes stayed focused on you before he gestured his head inside.

A smile grew on your face as you watched him throw his legs inside of the apartment and turn his back toward you yet leaving the window open. You hurried up the rusty fire escape stairs feeling it quake with each fast and heavy step you took the metal of it peeling off and falling on your sneakers and onto the ground below. You reached the window and poked your head inside of the window.

You had come here to get away from your boyfriend, Ran. He was really pissing you off with his whole nonchalant act he always put up for every single thing especially when you guys were arguing. You didn’t even have to be arguing for him to do that, you could just be having a serious talk and his attitude would turn it into an argument.

All you wanted was to ask him about why he never goes down on you and he just laid there in his bed acting like he didn’t give two shits about you blabbering “I don’t know…”s and “Later.” not even sparing you a glance. You should’ve listened when Rindou told you his brother was lazy and not to date him.

Even when you two did get together, Rindou still warned you and you should’ve listened then too because you were just starting to get a taste of how much ran could care. There wasn’t even a grape in that fruit’s basket.

Izana stood in the room near the small stereo holding a CD “What’re you here for?” The Kurokawa boy asked not even looking at you as you climbed inside his room.

Truth is you didn’t really know why you were here either. You’d only been to Izana’s house twice and once was with Ran and Rindou, The other was just because you were bored so coming here when you’re angry at Ran was the first time this had ever happened.

You had one idea in your head when you started walking out of your apartment, you needed someone to do what Ran didn’t and your feet carried you to Izana’s house and before you knew it, you were already here so might as well go along with it right? You weren’t really worried about whether Izana would go along with it or not because it was obvious he would.

From the moment you met Izana, he had his eye on you. Every time you stepped into his line of vision, his eyes would stay on you until you left and they would roam around your body and your face often finding interest in your lips or your legs. You were sure ran noticed but he never said anything so you weren’t going to say anything either. You definitely weren’t going to say how you kind of liked the eyes constantly on you.

“Just wanna talk to someone.” You said sitting down hesitantly on the edge of his bed watching as he finally turned around after putting up the CD “Isn’t that what Ran’s for?” Izana questioned tilting his head slightly with a look of amusement on his face but not yet smiling.

Izana sat on the bed next to you as you shrugged “He barely listens.” Izana didn’t respond to that and leaned closer to you just a bit making his earrings that he seemed to never take off jingle and sway. He collapsed back onto his bed still looking at you.

“What makes you think I will?” He asked as you both made eye contact with your head turning to face him. That was a good question. Izana cared very little for most people and it was obvious to everyone.

He only listens when he wants to so the thought that he’d just easily let you talk is foolish “Because you let me inside.” Izana broke eye contact and stared up at his popcorn ceiling wishing he could just smoothen it out. He didn’t say anything in response to your statement telling you he had nothing more to say as you were most likely right.

You lied back on the bed too now face-to-face with him staring at him and his pretty features as he stared up at the ceiling “Izana if you had a girlfriend-” “I don’t.” You stifled a laugh at how quick he was to respond to that not even letting you finish your statement but containing yourself.

“Yeah but if you did, would you eat her out?” You asked and even though he didn’t know it, it shocked Izana.

Asking a question like that as if it was an everyday question such as asking someone if they brushed their teeth this morning was completely foul and out of pocket in Izana’s opinion but being out of pocket was kind of his whole thing so it didn’t weird him out. 

What really shocked him was that you were asking him as if you didn’t have a boyfriend who’d hate it if he knew about this, well he didn’t know if Ran would really but mad because he was a little sex freak who’d probably ask for a threesome if he knew but if Izana was him, he’d be furious. Great thing he wasn’t ran and instead was on the other end of the situation.

His purple eyes trailed back to your face with an unreadable feeling in them “Yeah.” His head now fully turned to you “Why? Ran isn’t?” It’s like Izana can read people’s minds or more or so, read their expressions. That’s one thing Izana has picked up in his years in so many different places, people’s thoughts are very clear by their expressions and he saw right through yours.

“No. I wish I knew why.” The tanned male hummed in response as he turned his head back toward the ceiling as a strong gust of wind blew into the room from the still open window “Sucks for him.”

Your face contorted into one of confusion as you continued to gaze at the male, clearly, it didn’t suck on Ran’s part if he was the one not wanting to do it so what the hell was he talking about?

“Why would it suck for him? I’m the one that’s suffering.” Izana glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and a smile grew on his face as if he found what you said funny. You swear you could see him holding a laugh in.

“Eating a girl out is one of the best experiences ever. He’s missin’ out. Anyone will tell you that.” Izana said with a small laugh looking away from you who was silent.”

It’s not like Ran’s never ate you out before, he did it one time at the very start of your relationship and it was great so why didn’t he do it again? He was clearly skilled with his tongue and his fingers “Well…he has one time and it was really good but I don’t know why it was only once.” You replied with a shrug looking away from the tanned man and you felt the bed shift making you look back at him.

Izana was now lying on his side looking at you with his head being supported by his hand and his smile was long gone “I can promise you I do it better.” It was like sugar was laced in his words as they spilled from his lips and went into your head, you didn’t even get to process it and just stared at him shocked he’d even say that.

Izana was always a straight-forward guy about what he wanted and what he thought but you didn’t think he’d be like that with stuff like this or with you because of his lack of words to you about any type of feelings toward you. He never went to hide his stares on you yet he never said anything relating to it when you two talked, as if the stares didn’t exist at all and YouTube was just the best of buds and he didn’t eye-fuck you.

However, when you did process your words…there wasn’t anything that made you doubt that he could do it better. “Oh really?” Izana nodded with a hum at your questioning obviously not backing down and excusing it with it ‘just being a joke’. He was 100% serious about this.

“I can prove it to you. If you’d like.” Izana said with the smile on his face returning, you almost giggled at his tone from flustered-ness like a high school girl. This was exactly what you wanted. Someone to do what ran couldn’t or…wouldn’t.

He sat up straight still staring down at you with a smile awaiting your answer “I’d love that.” You said with a lustful look in your eyes while you kicked your shoes off your feet and onto the floor of his bedroom. Izana didn’t say anything and his eyes narrowed down at you like you were his next meal and you were.

He sat in front of you on his knees as you placed your legs on the bed, he wasted no time spreading your legs and going to pull down the shorts and throw them behind him not caring where they landed but you saw them land right on his desk where his stereo was “Don’t think ran would like you doing this very much.” Izana said teasingly with his once kind and lascivious smile turning into a devilish one and your smirk didn’t falter and only grew at his comment.

“Yeah but if he’s not gonna then who will? No one can’t blame me.” Izana ran his hands up and down your legs teasing you as he pulled at the sides of your panties before letting them go and snap back against your skin, he did this over and over every time his hands found their way to your inner thigh growing oh so close to the wet spot that had grown in your panties “I don’t blame you.” Izana muttered with his hands stopping and his long fingers finding their way back to the sides of your panties.

He slowly pulled them off of you making you bite your lip from how he maintained eye contact with you the whole time. The look in his eyes showed desire as if he was starving and had been for ages.

Watching you trail around the city with ran by your side, the male’s lanky arm lazily wrapped around your waist either hugging you close to him or resting on your ass as you leaned into him lovingly. Izana wished that was him. He wished it was his tanned arm that was wrapped around your waist, his slender fingers kneading the flesh of your ass in public like it was nothing, his cheek that your soft lips were pressing kisses into. He wished he was in Ran’s place and after hearing how Ran hasn’t even been taking advantage of how he has you and how you want to get eaten on, he really fucking wished he was in Ran’s place.

If Izana was your boyfriend instead of ran, he’d eat you out every chance he’d get. He’d thought about it a million times when his lilac irises were trailing up and down your legs just wanting to pry them open and dig in. He’d ask you every day maybe every moment and he wouldn’t waste time the moment you allowed him to just like he was doing right now.

He wanted you so fucking bad and he never said it, to anyone but he sure as hell wasn’t going to hide it. It’s not like he could anyway. How could Izana possibly find any way to hide his obvious feelings for you and the want of your love and body?

Izana didn’t throw the panties to the side like he did with your shorts and placed them on the bed as if they were fine china while you were busy taking off your hoodie from the sudden increase in heat which might’ve just been the embarrassment of being the only one exposed getting to you “But…I do blame you for not coming to me earlier. I would’ve done this if you asked a long time ago pumpkin eater.” You giggled at his newly found nickname for you and put your hands on top of his stopping them at your knees so you could get your laughs out.

“Did you just call me pumpkin eater?” You asked in disbelief earning a small chuckle from Izana, you don’t think you’ve ever heard Izana laugh before today. Maybe even smile, you have no idea but you liked it. You liked it a lot.

Izana nodded lightly as you got the nickname and what it meant. Even in moments when he was sort of being vulnerable, he was still being an ass.

“May I continue?” Izana asked politely with a smile still on his face, he didn’t have to ask twice or raise an eyebrow for an answer for you to take your hands off his allowing him to move on.

His eyes darted down to your now bare cunt basically squeezing around nothing, he trailed one hand down there with his fingers tickling the skin on your thigh “You’re so pretty y’know that?” Izana complimented not looking up at you and circling your hole with his pointer finger making you whine out in anticipation while throwing your head back against the sheets.

“Been wanting to get between these precious legs since I laid eyes on you.” The white-haired male said slipping one finger inside of you slowly, he didn’t move it nor did he add another finger but it stayed there as his thumb slowly drew circles on your clit “Then why don’t you hurry and get down there!” You whimpered out your brows furrowing in frustration with the teasing of the bundle of nerves and no movement inside of you, he wasn’t even going to add another finger to make you feel full…so mean.

He blinked up at you but you didn’t see it as you were too busy whining with your eyes closed “I want you to look at me first.” Izana said with his thumb stilling and pulling out his finger earning a small groan for you. Your eyes fluttered open and you gazed up at him with pleading eyes, he didn’t move for a second and stared back at you.

Both of his hands went to the back of your thigh squeezing tightly before he lowered his head down maintaining eye contact with you until you couldn’t see his eyes anymore, you squeezed your eyes shut again your hands balling into fists from the attention he was giving your clit. Izana was making sure to give you as much attention as he physically could, he wanted you to know how good he wanted you to feel and the effort he was putting into it.

If he couldn’t have you and could only taste you, he wanted to make sure the taste of your orgasm was the best one you had ever gotten “Izana…” The sound of his name leaving your lips in a moan made his pants get tighter and he felt his raging boner rubbing against the confinements of his boxers, god he hoped you’d let him fuck you after this. He really wanted that.

To feel the warmness of your cunt sucking him in, to feel you tightening around him when he made you tip over your edge and undo yourself all over his cock. It was his most wanted dream and he hoped you would be his queen and make them come true and make his lap your throne but for now, it’d have to be his face.

Your hand went to his head and twisted your fingers in the thick and silky strands of his white hair as your back rose from the bed. You looked up at the ceiling remembering your darling boyfriend who was probably at home taking a nap because ‘the argument tired him out so much’ and it pissed you off.

Thinking about him was sort of ruining your mood and how Izana was going down on you like he hadn’t eaten in several days. You felt Izana’s mouth leaving your cunt and looked down seeing him staring at you his hand continuing to move “You alright there? Lookin’ kinda for a queen, aren’t you?” Izana said with a small smile appearing on his face tilting his head slightly and making his earrings sway and jingle once more.

You giggled slightly “Are you thinking about Haitani?” Izana asked taking his free hand and running it up your shirt and resting it on your tummy just drawing circles around your belly button comfortingly. You bit your lip when his fingers hit an extra sensitive spot reminding you that he was still going but you nodded silently at his question.

Izana rested his head on your thigh his hair tickling your skin “Then do me a favor…” His comforting smile turned into a malicious one with the darkest thoughts hiding behind it and you didn’t know if scared you or not but you knew you still loved it. His hand slipped from under your shirt and went to your hoodie you put on the bed and pulled out your phone from the pocket.

“Send him a couple of photos of me eating this pretty pussy. Make sure you keep ‘em too.” Izana said lowly throwing your phone onto your stomach before lowering his head back down not giving you any time to respond before he started licking your cunt once again. Mhm…you liked that idea.

Sending Ran a few photos just ready for him to open up after he’s done with his little princess nap and disturb him and fuck up his whole day.

You fumbled to grab the phone and angle it so you could get the perfect photo of Izana’s white hair sprawled all along your lower abdomen as he ate you out. You took multiple photos smiling as you did so and your smile only grew wider when Izana lifted his head to look up at you wondering what all that giggling was that was coming from your lips.

You made sure to take a bunch of photos of that sight. He looked so pretty like that. His lips shone with the wetness of your pussy, his lilac eyes shining focused on you his white lashes fluttering with every blink as the sun shined through the window making his tan skin glow like he was an angel sent from above just to treat you how you’ve wanted to be.

Actually no…he wasn’t an angel. Izana was a king. The prettiest one you had ever seen and he was marking you as his queen with his fingers shaping your cunt to fit his fingers and tongue perfectly, he reached over and grabbed the phone from your hands and scrolled through the camera roll still making you moan with his fingers running along the walls of your cunt hitting all those spongy spots “Took a bunch of pictures, must really like how I look.” Izana said smiling at you as he threw the phone on the bed.

You nodded your tongue lolling out “I do!” You shouted.

You didn’t know if he sent the pictures just then or if he was going to do it later but it didn’t matter because he was still putting your pleasure over getting back at Ran. As badly as he wanted to, he wanted you to feel good first.

“Aw, I like your face too doll.” Izana complimented with a smile bringing his fingers out before placing his hand on your inner thigh spreading them further apart so he could have better access.

You wondered if Izana ate other girls he fucked with like this or if you were special and he was doing his absolute best and it was probably that. If it wasn’t, you’d be in pure disbelief because you just couldn’t believe that this was his regular pussy eating skills…you could imagine what he was doing at his best.

Your back arched up above the bed as you gripped his scarlet red bedsheets digging your head further into the mattress. Your hand went back to his head grabbing onto his hair tightly and you heard a muffled moan come from him making you look down and he looked up through his long white eyelashes practically begging for you to do it again.

You nearly forgot what he wanted because you were getting so lost in his haze of lilac hues staring up at you and clearly he didn’t like that. Izana gently nipped at your clit making your body jerk and your hands grab at his hair once again as you moaned “Izana!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you jerked your hips up into his mouth.

His lips latched onto your clit suckling at it as his hands trailed down from your thigh once again his fingertips tickling your bare skin as it made its way to your crotch and two of his fingers found their way back into your hole. Izana’s hard-on was rubbing against his bed making him groan into your cunt and your constantly pulling at his hair made him even harder.

If he stood up you could probably see how hard his cock was even through his loose shorts and he wanted you to. He wanted you to see how hard you were making him just from him eating you out alone “Uh, Uh, Uh!” You shouted your chest rising and falling with each whorish moan that fell from your tongue. Izana chuckled lightly smiling on your clitoris “Such a whore, doll. Ran make you moan like this?” Izana asked his words slightly muffled as his mouth was still on your pussy.

The vibration of his words sent chills up your spine and you could barely focus on what he said as you felt it more than you heard it. “Uh huh!” You yelled hoping that was the right response to his questions but you quickly learned that it wasn’t when his fingers stopped moving inside of you. Your eyes snapped open and you looked down at him.

His lilac gaze which was once full of a bit of demand and much more begging was now glaring at you angrily “‘M sorry! Didn’t hear you!” You whined wanting nothing but for him to keep going. Izana didn’t dare take his mouth away from your clit and just stared up at you through his light eyelashes that fluttered with every blink.

He sighed closing his eyes and looking calmer than he did before “Whore gets someone in between her legs and just forgets to listen.” Izana said as you whimpered at the feeling of his breath on your clit. He lifted his face liking his lips that were wet with your slick “I asked you if Ran ever made you moan like a whore.” He repeated rubbing his fingerprints gently over the ridges of your walls making sure to hit your sweet spot making you whine and you closed your eyes again.

Your hands retracted from his hair and covered your face as you tried to find the words that were constantly dissolving on your tongue like sugar because of the teasing. Ran has made you moan like that before, ran has made you cry on his dick to the point Rindou had to bang on the door telling you two to shut the fuck up just because of your sobbing but that wasn’t the answer Izana was looking for and if he didn’t get the answer he wanted, you weren’t getting what you wanted either.

“Nooo! You do it too good baby!” Izana grinned at your words and started thrusting his fingers in and out of you once again “Oh I’m baby now?” You nodded violently at his question and he chuckled again before lowering his face again and sealing his lips back onto your bundle of nerves lapping at your clit with his tongue.

Izana knew you didn’t call Ran baby. He never heard you say it but he didn’t know what went down behind the scenes but he could just tell. Izana didn’t give a shit what you called Ran whether you called him Daddy or something like that because he was perfectly fine being your baby ;)

Izana groaned into your cunt as he felt himself cumming against the fabric of his boxers and he knew that it seemed through and there was probably a wet spot on his shorts now.

The pace of his fingers hastened and he hit your sweet spot over and over trying to get you to cum as hard as you could “Mhm…’m cummin’ baby…” You moaned submissively running your fingers through Izana’s hair once again but you weren’t pulling on it. You were so close and had accepted your descent into submissiveness and being brainless.

Izana moved his tongue from your clit and right in front of your whole just ready for you to cum in his mouth “Go ahead, cum for me.” With that, you burst all over his fingers and tongue your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as your breath hitched.

Izana slowly pulled his fingers out of you and placed them in his mouth sucking all your cum off his digits maintaining eye contact with you. You breathed heavily still staring at him while he sat up on his knees and your eyes focused on the bulge in his shorts and a smile grew on your face.

Sitting up, you grabbed at the waistband of his gym shorts and peered at him “Wanna help you. It’s only right…you helped me.” You said shrugging your shoulders while giving him a sheepish smile but he saw the intent behind your eyes. The sluttiness of your words certainly brought that out too.

Izana didn’t say anything and just stared at you with a matching slutty smile on his face. I mean, you were right. It was only fair he get a little reward too and he wanted to be in your pussy and give you the best fuck of your life along with the head. He wanted the gold and he wanted to share it with you.

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[one-idea]

I was interested in your “dream-stealer” devil fruit power idea! What would be the thing that stops is tho? The power of friendship lol

I know it won’t be easy to give the dream back. But what would your solution be?

“The power of friendship.” Téa from yugioh will haunt us all for years I swear.

I’m still figuring out the specifics of the fruit. I think the dreams would have to be stored somewhere. Else the only solution is death but you can’t guarantee that would undo the devil fruit’s work, it’s never worked that way for any other fruit to have their damage or effect magically reversed after the user passes.

So they have to be stored is a way. I kind of like the idea of floating bubbles. Not only because it calls back to the old comic thought/dream bubble but because they could be stylized so that each bubble is its own little dream world in it. If you look in the bubble you see what the persons dream looks like once it’s fulfilled. Or at least how they dream it will look.

So if Nami’s dream got stolen you’d see a complete map of the world completed in her hand writing. (Probable a lot of gold to)

Or if Sanji’s dream got stolen you’d see him cooking in a restaurant at the all blue. He’d probably be cooking for all of the crew, Zeff, and all of the beautiful women then met along the way. (It makes for a great way to cameo Vivi and other characters. This could also be used as a fun gag with the male strawhats being farther back, or could be really sweet showcasing all the strawhats together as it shows how much Sanji values his crew members)

But their dreams didn’t get stolen Luffy’s did. I can only picture Luffy’s vision of being pirate king as reaching the last island with all of his crew. The joy on all of their faces. Maybe Shanks is there wearing the famed strawhat as Luffy has returned it. Maybe Sabo is there cheering him on. Maybe because it’s a dream Ace is there. But regardless of anyone else. It is him and his crew celebrating together. Looking forward to the next adventure. Be that exploring the world (helping Nami’s map and Franky’s dream) or going on to accomplish one of the other crews dreams.

But as far as getting it back I think they would have to return the bubble in tact to Luffy. They can’t pop it. Dreams can be fragile things. If the dream breaks it cannot be returned.

This adds an extra layer of stress because the Strawhats don’t know this rule. Heck they don’t know what this persons devil fruit is. All they know is that Luffy pushed one of them out of the way and collapsed from one hit. When he woke up he gave up. He doesn’t want to go after this person and he doesn’t believe in his dream any more.

Maybe they try to confront the dream stealer head on. That’s when the user informs them of exactly what their fruit does. It steals dreams/ambitions and gives them power (I don’t know if this power is just greater speed and strength or if they can used the powers of the people whose dreams they stole)

They engage in a fight because they want Luffy’s dream back and Zoro cuts through one of the dream bubbles. Thinking if these are the things giving the user power he can just take their strength. Or maybe he’s thinking that’s how you free the trapped dreams. Maybe he’s thinking both maybe he’s not thinking at all. But he does it.

Only for the user to laugh at him. He just destroyed someone’s dream forever. Shattered it on impacted. And for one heart stopping moment. He and the crew fear that was Luffy’s dream. But no, the user is keeping that one close.

This means the crew has to find way to get the dream away from this person without damaging it. It also creates a tension because the user can pop the dream bubble at any moment. It would be a massive lose of power for them so they won’t do it but again the crew doesn’t know that.

Note

I don’t know if Luffy’s lack of ambition will carry over to his feelings about his friends dreams. Does he lose all of his conviction for his own dream but still believe in theirs? Or does he not believe in anything?

Just imagining Zoro realizing Luffy’s given up on being the king of the pirates. Listening to his captain repeat all the reasons everyone’s told them their whole journey it’s not possible. He’s to young, it’s not real, there are stronger people, etc. and looking at his Captain the only person with ambitions greater then his own and try to snap him out of it. “if you’re not going to be the king of the pirates then I need to leave this crew, I’m still going to be the world’s greatest swordsman.” He doesn’t mean it, not fully. If Luffy truly gave up then they need to separate (no matter how much it would hurt, he needs to keep moving towards his dream) but he knows Luffy would never give up just like he’d never let one of them walk away. He’s expecting Luffy to snap out of it, but instead he gets Luffy looking at him with such a blank look asking why he thinks he of all people can become the world’s greatest swords man. And just like that the crew knows that it’s not just his dream Luffy’s given up on, but all of their’s, he doesn’t believe in any of them anymore.

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What do you think Cora would think of Law memorializing him all over his body, ship, crew? Would he find that obsessive or weird?

(apologies for the ramble; i get to your question eventually, i promiseーthis topic is actually really personal to me and makes me a bit upset).

　is this a popular take? because I’ve seen it several times now, and i just don’t understand what people are getting at. it genuinely kind of makes me upset because i feel like it’s coming from the perspective of people who have (fortunately) never experienced the unique kind of grief the death brings and are therefore judging how “messy” it can sometimes look.

sure, I suppose it’s “weird” in the sense that holding onto that kind of rage & guilt for literal years is unhealthy for your mental state (especially if that’s the last thing rosinante would have wanted for himーhe wanted to free him from doflamingo, not bind him to him via his rage)—but i’ve read multiple fics before where authors paint it as this… creepy, stalkerish thing? like it's helga's shrine to arnold in 'hey arnold!' or something? it’s not. It’s really not.  

(cw: death of a loved one).

when i was 22, a friend i knew since i was 2 (he was 2 years younger than me, so i literally knew him his entire life) passed away falling off a balcony. really traumatizing, really horrific—i genuinely have a fear of standing too close to balcony/banister railings now. i’ve had nightmares about it.

i keep his ‘in memory’ card and the funeral program his mother gave out at the service on a shelf in my closet so I see it every day when i get dressed or hang up laundry. i took several copies to ensure that i never lost them, and plan on putting them into a nicer shadowbox at some point (but have been too afraid to touch them because I don’t want to ‘ruin’ them). i still post birthday messages to his socials every year. i have old choral performances of his saved to my computer. i have a memorial tattoo.

if someone told me my way of remembering him was ‘creepy’ and ‘obsessive’ just because i think about him a lot or hold on to a lot of momentos, i think I genuinely might have a panic attack & burst into tears? this is all i’ve got left. he’s not here anymore; he was cremated so i don’t even have an actual grave i can go visit and have that connection. and i’m just… not allowed to have any of this because people on the outside think the way i express my grief is ‘too much’? i'd straight up just never speak to that person again.

ー.

so, no, i really don't think rosinante would be that off-put by the tattoos, or the jacket, or the jolly roger at all. if anything, he'd be honored that he made such an impression in this kid's life that he wanted to keep his memory alive like that.

he'd recognize they were separated in an extremely traumatizing wayーand adults have a hard time dealing with difficult emotions like grief, much less children & teenagers dealing with it. there was no way law wasn't going to be impacted by that, so he decided to redirect those things into something physical. tattoos. a custom jacket. a jolly roger. a special attack with his devil fruit. he turned that grief into something that guided him, and arguably gave him strength to keep going.

but also, not to mention, he's a doctor.

barring his jacket that literally has rosinante's codename on it, all of the heart motifs can just as easily hold a double meaning for law. he's literally called dr. heart stealer with a special move where he can detach your heart from your body and put it in a little cube. rosinante may have been a big part of the name & motif choices, but law clearly has other things in his life he connects the meaning of 'heart' to. it means a lot to him.

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so, no, i don't really find law's behavior that odd or 'obsessive' (except for his blind hatred of doflamingoーthat was clearly obsessive) and i doubt rosinante would, either. the grieving process is wholly unique to an individual, and some people just like to attach their grief to physical momentos that they can latch onto when they miss that person, or feel like they're losing focus.

i find it endearing. beautiful, even.

[harudnae]

The Roger Pirates brainrot is so strong those days, so I figured I could share another fic with some of them 😏

I wrote this one the day after reading Chapter 1054, and it was fully canon compliant back then... I've always hated the evil!Shanks theories so I wanted to share mine.

We've gotten more data about Cross Guild since, and things didn't happen the way I thought they would, but I still hope they'll have that conversation one day 😬

Originally posted on AO3 on 2022.07.28

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Shanks x Buggy

Summary: Buggy is pissed. An explanation is needed. He gets more than he bargained for.

Content warnings : Post-Wano, bitter Buggy, angst with a happy ending, spoilers for chapter 1054

Word count: 1.3k

🔶 Better late than never 🔶

"Oi, oi, oi ! What do you think you're doing, bastard ?!"

Shanks gets a hold of Buggy's wrist where it's grabbing his collar, and gently squeezes.

Buggy tightens his grip around the fabric and steps into the redhead's personal space. "No, you've gotten away with too much of this already, so now you listen closely. First, you stayed in the East Blue for long enough to find me but you never met me somehow. Then you left your- no, Captain Roger's hat with the rubber brat. Plus, you may have helped me escape Marineford, but considering all the backlash I've gotten since then, I wouldn't consider that a favor from you to me. And now what ?"

Shanks frowns. "Buggy-"

"Oh, no, Shanks, you better shut it ! I thought I'd read wrong when my crew brought me the latest News Coo. Says you're going... Where, now ?" Buggy squints, threateningly raises a detached fist under Shanks's chin as he raises his voice. "Oh wait. I already know, and since you don't seem to care let me remind you of something. We were supposed to go back together. That was your so-called "promise" from twenty-five years ago." He grits his teeth and swallows around the growing lump in his throat, his voice slightly wavering as he continues, "Can't you respect shit anymore ? I mean... Why ?"

Shanks releases Buggy's wrist, offers him an apologetic smile, and pulls him for a one-armed hug, burying his head in blue hair.

Buggy stiffens in the redhead's embrace. "What-"

Shanks places his hand between Buggy's shoulder-blades and hold him flush against him. "Buggy."

Buggy feels the rumble of Shanks's low voice echoing through his chest, strangely soothing. He realizes it's been years, decades even, since they've been so close physically, and he feels tears welling up in his eyes at the unprompted nostalgia.

"I'm not disrespecting or betraying anyone", Shanks murmurs in the crook of his neck. "Luffy's going to reach his dream and when he does, he'll help Captain realize his. I just want to be there to see both come to completion..."

Buggy closes his eyes, trying his best to hold back his tears. "What about me ?", he asks, voice tight.

Shanks pulls him tighter, buries his head a little closer to Buggy's skin. "I need you", he quietly says.

Buggy's heart stills in his chest. "What for ?", he barely manages to breathe out.

"Well... Now that Luffy has awakened his Devil Fruit he makes a good target for Blackbeard and his crew of Devil Fruit stealers. We have to take them down."

Anger flares again. "What does that have to do with me ?", Buggy growls, opening pained eyes only to glare at Shanks.

"You were the first to notice that something was wrong with Teach. Twenty-six years ago, you knew, I was too immature to consider him a threat but he's long since proved otherwise. And since I doubt World Government or the Marines would take action against him now, considering the circumstances, well... It's up to us."

Buggy grits his teeth. "That doesn't answer my question."

"I knew you'd come. I thought you'd know me better than that, but I'm still sorry for not making my intentions clear. Considering our current positions I couldn't really reach out without attracting attention, but... well." Shanks leans back a little, still holding Buggy flush against him.

Buggy reluctantly makes eye contact.

Shanks looks serious, a little hopeful, and something else that Buggy can't quite pinpoint. "We're only a couple of days away, now." He glances behind him, towards the Red Force's prow, then back at Buggy with a hint of his trademark lopsided smile. "Come with me ?"

Buggy blinks. He raises a hand to rub his temple, frowning and closing his eyes in annoyance. "Are you really, seriously asking me to go to Laugh Tale with you, now, to see your rubber protégé claim our Captain's title ?"

No answer.

Buggy opens inquiring eyes, only to find Shanks smiling like an idiot. He heavily sighs, shakes his head and shoves an accusatory finger into Shanks's chest. "You goddamn bastard. You are the most insufferable", he shoves his finger again, "annoying", and again, "obnoxious fucking idiot I've ever known ! How was I supposed to guess whatever your plan was ? Couldn't you just- I don't know, like tell me about it instead of..." Buggy flails his hands in the air. "Ugh- You're so infuriating."

Shanks's grin only widens. "Is that a yes ?"

Buggy glares, and sighs again, more angrily. "What's in it for me, huh ? Why should I even bother ?"

"Because this trip is long overdue... Because for all you say that you don't care, I bet you'd like to be there to see Captain's dream come to life. And... because once it's done, you can take whatever's left of the Tenryuubito's wealth and finally get all the riches."

Buggy gives him a deadpan stare until that last bit, where he can't help but perk up a little. He blinks. "Oh."

"So ?"

Buggy squints, studying the redhead. Shanks has always had a knack of dragging me into impossible situations, but now that the world's in chaos what's really left to loose, eh ? At least we can fight together once more. Nostalgia blurs the edge of his vision again, he blinks the faulty salty drops away. He takes a deep breath and looks to his side, at his own ship close to Shanks's, at his crew quietly but expectantly waiting for his decision. He knows they'd follow him anywhere. He looks back at Shanks. "Damned if I do, damned if I don't." He shrugs, and lets a smirk curve his lips. "Let's go ?"

Shanks intensely looks at him as he nods.

Both of their crews start loudly cheering, but Buggy barely hears them, deafened by the sound of his own heartbeat as Shanks now fiercely embraces him.

He's got that serious look, the one he has when he's dead set on something and nothing can change his mind...

Buggy's kind of scared to be the target of that look. What did I just get myself into ?

Shanks leans in and closes the short distance between their lips.

Buggy blinks. He doesn't move, surprised this was even in the tree of possibilities in the first place. He blinks again. He still doesn't move, but as Shanks's lips linger on his, he finds he doesn't want to draw back either. He closes his eyes, exhales the breath he hadn't noticed he was holding, and kisses Shanks back. Well, fuck. I'm an goddamn idiot because that too was long overdue. Suddenly at peace with a lot more than he expected when he first came here, he threads a hand at Shanks's nape and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss.

Shanks all too happily indulges him, grinning against his lips.

Buggy bites Shanks's lower lip – why didn't we do that sooner – and earns a downright sinful moan that goes straight to his groin – fuck I want so much more – and starts sucking on Shanks's tongue when the redhead draws back, short of breath.

Buggy opens his eyes, intensely looking at Shanks.

Shanks quietly mouths the word "tonight", and gives a quick glance to his side.

Buggy's heartbeat stops for a fraction of second, muting the loud drumming in his ears for long enough to hear both of their crews cheering even louder. He clears his throat, steps away from the redhead's embrace but remains close enough to place a hand on his shoulder. Then he turns to his crew, making a few rowdy jokes but otherwise pretty happy for him. "Yeah, well, I'm just that flashy", he shrugs, forcing a laugh in an attempt to maintain a semblance of composure.

Shanks pats Buggy's back, prompting him to look up. He grins, wide and bright as always. He looks happy.

Buggy realizes that despite Shanks being such an insufferable, annoying, obnoxious, infuriating bastard... He really missed him. He won't tell him, never, but he guesses Shanks can see it anyway. As his gaze softens, a new hope fills his lungs, and he turns back to his crew yelling, "Let's go, people ! To Laugh Tale !"

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 44

Spoiler for my stories!!!

How it began: Mad hatter PT2

- First Point -

I have a cat, it's a lying sneaky cat that was sent by that person. That cat always seems to get in trouble every now and then.

Curiosity always get the best of my cat. Even how much I try to stop that cat from getting into troubles, I'm bound to the roles. So there's not much I can do but bring my cat back to life (︶︹︺).

( don't ask how I did it, there's bunch of things that one should not dwell deep into, like what I can or can't do)

Everyone in my mansion have moments with my cat, it was strange that cat is not only trouble magnet but a spider magnet too. (；⌣̀_⌣́) It was so dreadful to stop my cat who just return from the dead come running to someone else arms when I'm their owner.

Alas, I'm bound to the role and can only laugh and decapitated a head of the cat stealer of his shoulders. The cat of mine is scared when I cut off the head of my stupid minion off.

Such a stupid cat. They should know that no one on this twisted world truly dies even if you cut of their head, their limbs or remove the nerves and bones off their body. There's no death to those who already died.

The only living in this world are those who yet to succomb to madness, like my cat and the so called Alice. And us who drown into the life of the living cannot help but do despicable means to make those who live stay in this twisted world.

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"your not allowed out of the mansion. So have fun here." I told my cat who's tied up to the bed with things they needed, they want to complain yet no voice come out. It seems my cat have accidentally digested a fruit that stolen their voice.

Now they cannot mewl any sound. I chuckle as I pat their head, the fluffy cat ears that grey have put on their head from the start felt down but their tails swing behind them so happily.

"... ~" even how much they are mad at me they still smile, oh how fake those smile are. Yet it's fine. It's better they smile than see no expression on their face.

"we don't know when is off and on, the time we'll be back to our world. So be nice and don't try to escape. I'm going to entertain that person so we can stay longer here..."

"??? " They tilt their head questioning what I mean. I chuckle and don't explain further. There's no point to tell more facts that will help my cat to escape my side after all.

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The moment I decided to come to this kkoma world, I have brought along those who are important to me.

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I walk out of the room to the hallway of image, of almost too realistic figures in the labyrinth walls. I stop in front of an image of a king of white. His smile as he held ice cream. Similar purple eyes. A crown on top of his dark red hair, symbolizing his role in my world. His knights around him that tried to protect him yet have no choice but to come with him. Now stuck in place, in a photo frame.

"I'll find a way to escape the twisted world roles... We can never stay in this small paradise forever... Or else it be a place of hell in the end..."

At least this time, I'm sure I'm doing what I needed, without roles or the name to told me what to do. It is I who made those choices and will face the consequences of those choices.

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Instead Of A Shotgun

“May God give you more and more grace and peace as you grow in your knowledge of God and Jesus our Lord.” 2Peter 1:2NLT

Have you noticed there are two ingredients missing from the world today? Grace— extending grace to other people is an almost extinct concept— although everyone wants grace extended over all their mistakes. Peace? Fear overruns every aspect of society. We’re force fed fear from every media source with their bad events permeated with fear.

How do we obtain more grace and peace? Peter gave us the answer in the same verse— “as you grow in your knowledge of God and Jesus our Lord.“ The Bible is interpreted by varying denominations. Each one believes they have the corner market on knowing God and Jesus. Truth is every protestant denomination has a portion of the full gospel. Until we unite in love as one just like Jesus prayed in John 17:11ESV “…I am coming to You. Holy Father, keep them in Your name… that they may be one, even as We are one;” we won’t have the full gospel picture God intended and definitely not the corner on the market.

More importantly than the denominations knowing God the Father, Jesus the Son and Holy Spirit— we must individually know Them intimately, lovingly, and carefully. God is the lover of mankind, 1John 4:8NIV “…God is love.” Love for God, love for friend, sibling, parent, spouse is birthed inside of God, because He’s the Originator of love.

If we hated someone, we wouldn’t kill our own son as a sacrifice for the person we hated, would we? God did exactly that for us— that’s love— not hate as satan likes to feed everyone. John 3:16NIV “For God so loved the world that He GAVE His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (Emphasis mine.)

Legalistic holiness taught me all backwards. For much of my life I’ve had to fight the belief God was out to punish me, even hated me. Satan is a stickler for the law and punisher of every offense of broken law. He’s also fear incarnate, a liar, hater, peace stealer, fight promoter and the list goes on forever and ever. In fact, he gets the church—Christians to enforce the law on each other, (legalism), so they’ll judge, and wage war on God’s grace. That was how he got the Pharisees to kill Jesus.

Once we can define the lines of where judgment comes from and where grace and peace come from, we’re beginning to have intimate and loving “knowledge of God and Jesus our Lord.”

There’s more to add to our knowledge— being ‘careful.’ Why be careful? Because Father God’s grace covers every breaking of the law, it doesn’t stop the fact He has laws and ways of doing things which work easier.

When we’re careful to do things according to His way, it’s more like deer hunting with a rifle instead of a shotgun. We get better results, like peace in the midst of the greatest turmoil the world has ever seen. The way to this peace is simple— Make God’s Word final authority in every aspect of our lives. “Thou shalt not kill.” Exodus 20:13KJV, wasn’t God stuttering about whether the mother was raped or not, baby doesn’t die. Equally, if God’s Word says to tithe— then tithe the first fruits— first deduction, not last. Offer up offerings instead of casually giving— then learn how to offer to God your offerings. Pray prayers of petition— find out what this prayer is and how to pray in petitions.

Do you want God’s grace and peace to keep you in the midst of all the fear? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Lord God lead us in Your ways. Help us to go deeper into You and Your ways, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2023 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Kny charatcrs x s/o with a sweet tooth

Sweet tooth

(noun)

a great liking for sweet-tasting foods.

Characters: Giyuu, Rengoku, Sanemi and Mitsuri

A/n: I really hope I wrote desserts and not deserts in this hcs 🙈

Giyuu

- He doesn’t understand why you like sweets so much

- Giyuu is the type of person who hates sweets and doesn’t really see the appeal in eating them

- He’s one of those people who, when he eats something sweet he gets a headache or a stomachache

- He also doesn’t like them because he hates that feeling of a “ sugar high”

- Giyuu much rather the naturally sweet things like fruits, so if you ask him to bring you something sweet he’ll get you the desired sweet treats but he’ll also buy you a couple of fruits

- He doesn’t really mind your sweet tooth, just don’t try to make him eat what you’re eating too and he’ll be fine

- Whenever he is coming back from a mission he’ll always bring you different types of desserts from the different towns he’s passed

- When it comes to your midnight sweet cravings he’ll go into town to get you a little something he’s not very happy with it but he knows if he doesn’t go you’ll go by yourself and he doesn’t want to risk you getting hurt

Rengoku

- Bakery hoping dates!

- He loves that you have a sweet tooth and he definitely fuels your addiction

- If Rengoku is out on a mission and he passes a bakery/booth that sells sweet treats he would hold himself back and wait until he can bring you with him

- Mitsuri and Kyōjurō often have lunch together and she occasionally has a dessert to eat after, since this is Mitsuri she brings enough to share with him and Kyōjurō always saves a good amount for you or he doesn’t eat it at any because he wants you to have it all

- Kyōjurō can’t bake to save his life so he’ll secretly asks Mitsuri to bake your favorite dessert so he can bring it home to you as a surprise

- He does this quite often because he just adores the cute way your eyes light up at the dessert and how you devour it as soon as you get your hands on it

- It doesn’t matter if you’re a really messy eater Kyōjurō would look at you with so much love in his eyes

- When you’re done eating he loves loves to kiss you because he thinks you taste sweet

- If you have weird sweet cravings in the middle of the night Kyōjurō doesn’t mind getting up to help you make something

- After all this is your always hungry boyfriend so he doesn’t mind a midnight snack

- Kyōjurō is a food stealer so he WILL just swoop in and take a bit of whatever you’re eating and act all innocent like he just didn’t do it

Sanemi

- He’s kind of a strict mom about it

- Like he’d let you have something sweet here and there

- But if he sees you eating a taiyaki for the 7th time today he’s taking it away from you

- or if you’re trying to eat something sweet before dinner he’s also taking it away from you because “ it’ll spoil your appetite” 😑

- It may seem like he’s just being a big bully about it but in actuality mans just really cares about your health and doesn’t want you to get sick

- Sanemi knows how to make ohagi so he most likely knows how to make other sweets

- So if you’ve had a bad day you’ll find a plate in your kitchen filled with all of your favorite treats well the not so complicated ones of course Sanemi is no master baker

- Like with Giyuu he would bring you back some desserts from the towns he’s passed and he usually brings you a lot because he knows you’ll enjoy the variety of flavors, just don’t eat it in one sitting because he won’t be taking care of you when you have your sugar crash and to make matters worse he won’t be buying you anything sweet for the next month 🥺

Mitsuri

- She’s the best partner to have when it comes to this because she too as a sweet tooth

- Sugar runs through both of your bloodstreams

- You both are surprised you two are still standing with all that sugar you both consume

- Lots of your dates are at places that sells sweets like, bakeries or test tasting festivals and there was never a time you two didn’t take home a boat load of stuff back from the shops

- At home, inside the pantry it’s a good balance of stuff to make sweets and regular food

- But the ingredients for the sweets finishes faster because Mitsuri loves to bake

- You two have been together for so long that your taste buds are now synced, if you wake up in the middle of the night wanting something sweet she does too

- And lucky for you both there is always a dessert in the kitchen waiting to be consumed

- Picture that it’s three in the morning, you and Mitsuri are just on the kitchen floor eating a strawberry shortcake you two didn’t even bother cutting it into a smaller piece because who has time for that

[guepedaddy]

Imagine this:

Ekko doesn't find s/o(not together) and all sudden the end of the day they come back with a big box of strawberries and chocolate cream (steal from Piltover, ofc).

While they eating it, a drop of choc is in s/o's lips and Ekko just about to wipe down it, but it's turn awkward -in a cute way- and they both are blushing messes in the rest of the time.

Omg that's such a cute idea ~

"[Y/n], you're an adult of your own and all, but can you at least tell me when you disappear for a whole 12 hours? I was worried sick and-"

You didn't let him finish and instead exhibited a pink box with a big smile.

"What-What is this?"

"Well, it looks like strawberries and chocolate cream," you giggled, amused by his puzzled face.

He frowned, "That's hella expensive, what are you doing with those?"

"Because you really think I bought them? Please, think better of me."

"Okay, okay, my mistake," he smirked, his features now more relaxed. "But still, I was worried something bad happened to you."

"Right there worried guy, I'm all fine," you gesticulated to your body, with no blood or scratches. "Remember, I become the slickiest thief whenever food's on game."

"You do, you do," and you could see his eyes growing softer. "Well, are you going to open the box or are you keeping it all to yourself?"

"I'm sorry, I did all the work and I should share?"

He only answered with non amused pout.

"Alright, you're lucky and I only steal Piltover's sweets and not their way of thinking."

You cracked the box open and offered Ekko to pick in. He jumped in eagerness. You sat onto the rock behind you, and watched him glutting on the strawberries. You smiled: these were his favourite fruits.

He sat next you and you picked a strawberrie for yourself and napped it with chocolate. Damn, it took you a long time to rob it, but it worthed it.

"Oh my god [Y/n], you may be an agile stealer, but you're such a messy eater."

Indeed, some chocolate had slipped on your lips and chin. You were about to dry it off when you saw Ekko reaching for you. It took you a few seconds to understand he wanted to clean it up himself and, well, you blushed a bit. Though, you weren't the only one embarrassed, as you saw him stop mid-action, realizing how intimate? this gesture could be.

This could have been followed by an awkward silence, especially because you tried to recollect yourself, but thankfully Ekko handled it.

"So, um, you like chocolate do you?"

Okay you took back what you said, an awkward silence would have been better than a totally off question. But nonetheless, you found it cute. You threw a glance at him, and you could see him fidgeting the strawberry, his head slightly on the side, his bitten lips. Somehow, you wish he hadn't stopped himself in the middle of the gesture and actually touched your face.

"You're cute when you blush," he eventually said.

"I'm pretty sure you're also blushing as hell," you threw back with a pout.

The silence falling between you felt a bit less awkward. You finally took your courage.

"You know... as a messy eater, I really think I need someone to help me," you gestured to your face with a soft smile, "clean my face."

He chuckled, "Okay, okay. I'll... remember it."

The more I write about Ekko, the more I like him... Don't hesitate to send me your angsty, fluffy and smutty thoughts! I want to hear them (and maybe write them)

[heavenlyhaechan]

The Pursuit of Happiness

Pairing: Ten x Gn!Reader 

Genre: strangers to friends to lovers au, fluff, a teensy tiny itty bitty basically nonexistent bit of angst, 

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: very brief mentions of stress, 

Rating: PG 

Note: happy birthday ten!!! 

The day was bright and sunny, which inconveniently contradicted your mood. You wouldn’t have to be outside for long though you reminded yourself, just long enough to get a net of clementines from the co-op down the street. This small bit of happiness would have to be enough to hold you over until finals were finished and you could finally breathe again. 

The bell on the door jingled merrily, another offensive clash with your mood. You headed straight for the produce section, your eyes watching your feet as they moved you forward. You knew your way around this little shop so well you were sure you could find what you wanted with your eyes closed. 

When you saw the last net of clementines sitting on the old wood shelf, the blue of the net complimenting the bright orange fruit, your heart leaped. Well maybe not leaped, but certainly sat up a little straighter. Your hand reached for them, but just before your fingertips could brush the netted plastic it was being snatched away by a quicker shopper. 

Your heart sunk again as you looked up to meet the eyes of the clementine stealer. His dark bangs fell into his eyes and down his neck, and a mole stared at you from under his left eye. He looked a bit confused which only proceeded to aggravate the indignation now building in your chest. 

“Uhhh,” he began, eyes moving back and forth from you to the clementines in his hand. 

“I’ll pay you for them,” you interrupted him, hands rummaging in your pockets for your wallet. 

“No no it’s okay,” he shook his head emphatically. “You can just have them.” 

It was then that you were reminded of the way you’d left your residence, half asleep after a three-hour nap that had been proceeded by your third all-nighter this week. You were in the same clothes you’d been wearing yesterday, wrinkled no doubt, with circles that made you resemble a raccoon imprinted under your eyes. 

And yet if the sympathy of this stranger meant that you got your treasured clementines, then you couldn’t complain. 

“Okay,” you took them from him. “Thank you.” 

“Sure,” he nodded amicably. “Just know that you owe me.” 

——

“Wow, there’s a lot of people here,” you said to Yuta as you took your seats. Nearly every chair in the auditorium had already been taken and people were still filing in through the double doors that led to the lobby. 

“For good reason,” he told you as he leaned back in his seat. “They’re really good.” 

You had agreed to go with him to see his friend Sicheng and his dance company perform a while ago, so long that it had almost escaped your mind today. You supposed it was a good thing that Yuta never failed to give you countless reminders for everything in your life, from a project due to an event that you had promised to attend with him months ago. 

Just as you began to flip through the program in your lap the lights in the audience went down only to be replaced by a single spotlight. A man appeared from the side of the stage to announce the upcoming performance before disappearing backstage once more. 

The dark and silence that followed made you feel like the entire audience was holding their breath. Then the red velvet curtain parted and the show began. 

——

You clung to Yuta’s arm so as not to lose him in the crowd as you wove your way through the lobby to the door marked with a neon exit sign. He had agreed to meet Sicheng outside after the performance and so there you waited, hands stuffed in your pockets to ward off the winter chill. 

Soon enough a chattering group exited the building, their stage makeup looking comical under the light of the streetlamps. 

“Sicheng!” Yuta cried as his friend emerged from within their midst to greet him. You laughed to yourself at the modest and faintly embarrassed expression on his face as Yuta began to talk his ear off about the intricacies of the show you’d just watched. 

Leaning against the brick wall of the building you watched as people hugged each other goodbye, feeling oddly out of place. Then you were met with the sight of a familiar face with a familiar mole under the left eye. 

“I’m pretty sure you owe me,” he said as he leaned against the wall next to you. 

“Oh, you were serious?” 

“Of course.” 

You stared him down, waiting for him to waver. But he didn’t. Instead, he just smiled at you like you were an old friend, someone who he had shared tubs of popcorn with and borrowed a towel from after a summer day spent in the pool. 

You felt entrapped in his gaze, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. His eyes were warm and comfortable like a rare spot of sun on the wood floor in winter. It wasn’t exactly a staring contest you were partaking in, but you still didn’t want to be the first to look away. 

“I don’t even know your name,” you finally conceded. 

“Ten,” he said simply, reaching out a hand to shake. 

You told him your name and he repeated it back to you, rolling the foreign syllables around on his tongue like they were peas fresh out of the pod. Your name, something so mundane after hearing it so many times, sounded fresh and beautiful coming from him. 

“So how about you buy me an ice cream cone to pay off your debt.” 

“It’s too cold for ice cream.” 

“It’s never too cold for ice cream,” he said cheekily before turning to say goodbye to his friends. 

You stepped forward as well to let Yuta know where you were going, and after an affirmation from Sicheng that Ten wasn’t a creep, he let you go with a promise that you’d text him when you got home. 

——

“So what’d you think of the performance?” Ten asked you before taking a bite of his green tea ice cream. 

You shuddered at the sight, gums cringing in phantom pain. He tilted his head like a cat would at your actions, and you quickly had to explain that it was aimed at him biting his ice cream, not at the performance. 

“It was amazing,” you said after the miscommunication had been cleared up. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mm.” 

Your mind drifted off for a moment as you relived the contents of the show you’d just watched. Some songs had been slow, strange, and hypnotizing. Others were much more upbeat, the energy in the room making you feel like you could fly up into the rafters of the grand auditorium. 

“What about me?” Ten asked, successfully jolting you from your fond remembering. 

“Huh?” 

“What do you think about me?” 

You smiled at the cheshire grin on his face, noticed the way his eyes twinkled with mischief. To yourself you thought, I think I’d like to see more of those eyes, but out loud you said: 

“I think I’d like to get to know you better.” 

——

Months passed and you did exactly that, got to know each other better. You learned that Ten actually hated fruit and that he had only wanted to buy the clementines for his roommate, the aforementioned Sicheng. You saw firsthand how hard he worked, how creativity ran through his veins in place of blood and leaked out of his pores in place of sweat. 

You quickly learned that he shared your affinity for coffee and so, since you only lived a few blocks away from each other, much of your time was spent haunting the local coffee shop. It was there that he told you of his home back in Thailand and of his family and friends there, as well as the story of how he started dancing. 

He talked a lot if you let him, but you didn’t mind. He was fascinating to listen to and to watch. Time and time again you found yourself sinking into the depths of his eyes as you listened, bathing in their warmth. 

He caught you doing just that a few times more than you’d like, laughing kindheartedly at your embarrassment before starting back up again where he had left off. He was always kind, even when he teased you for the purple butterfly sticker you bought to place over your laptop camera. 

“You watch too many crime movies,” he’d said before letting out an exaggerated yelp when you’d punched him in the arm. 

Tonight you were watching yet another crime movie on that same laptop, your blankets creating a nest for you to rest in. Ten sat next to you, his fingers braiding the loose strings on the side of one of those very blankets. Every now and then he would look up to watch you, barely remembering to pay any attention to the movie. 

Your brow creased as you focused on the crime detailed in the film, your eyes wide and reflecting the screen at him. Your shoulders were hunched in and for a moment he wondered whether it was from the cold. This made him realize how cold it was in your living room, despite all of the blankets, and so he slipped an arm around you until you were pulled up against his side and sharing his body heat. 

You jumped in response to his actions, almost crying out from surprise after being so engrossed in the movie before you. 

“Sorry, I thought you were cold,” he said quietly. 

“Oh. It’s okay,” you decided, not wanting to admit how comfortable he was and how nice he smelled. 

“Okay,” he said, moving his arm into a more comfortable position. You jumped again but for a different reason this time. 

“Sorry I-” he started to retract his arm. 

“No, it’s okay I just-” 

“Wait,” he cut you off, his trademark grin growing and filling you with anticipation. “Are you ticklish?” 

“No,” you said quickly, maybe too quickly. 

He let out a giggle and poked your side to test his theory. You jumped a third time, pushing him away in annoyance. But now he was laughing outright and you couldn’t help but laugh with him, any momentary exasperation disappearing as the golden sound poured out of your throats. 

The two of you sat there laughing for far too long and simultaneously not long enough, movie long forgotten. You hadn’t laughed like that since you were a kid, that exhilarating feeling where anything and everything is truly hysterical. 

Eventually, you lapsed from breathless giggles into giddy smiles. As Ten watched you, his heart still pounding like a drum in his chest, he had a rare moment of clarity. 

“I like you.” 

Once he came to the realization it wasn’t something he had to think about saying out loud. Why shouldn't you know? You were the only one that he cared to tell after all. 

“Like like?” you asked despite how childish you felt. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Like like.” 

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. 

“You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to,” he said matter of factly. “I told you so you’d know, not so you’d say it back.” 

The corners of your mouth turned up against your will as you stared down at your hands where they rested in your lap. You realized then how easily smiling came to you since you’d met him. How easily happiness came. You no longer had to convince yourself that your small pleasures and indulgences were happiness, for in the time since you’d met Ten you had simply begun to believe it. 

“I like you too.” 

“Really?” his eyes lit up as he looked at you, mouth curving into a newborn smile. 

“Really.” 

[votederpycausemufins]

This one’s short but it exists at the very least. Just had a busy few days and I’m exhausted but also wanted to write. So now we have this

scattered au by @hermitcraftheadcanons and pinging @helleborusangel as always because I can :3

“Alright! That’s going to complete contraption number one! Whack a Melon!” Zedaph said after writing the name on a sign. The sheep hybrid had set up a bit of a base in a clearing of the jungle he had spawned in. When he couldn’t contact anyone, his immediate thought was he could probably rig something up with redstone to send messages.

With that idea in mind, Zed dug down to get the redstone he needed. He also got some diamonds followed by obsidian so he could get into the nether for quartz. As he was finishing that up, he ran out of melons in his inventory, so he had to farm more. With that, he started thinking about a way to make a farm, and so when he finally got some quartz, instead of working on something for communication, he just made the melon contraption.

“Now… what was I doing again?” Zedaph asked himself, taking some of the melons that came out from the contraption courtesy of the parrot he had led in there. “Ah right! Communications! Oh but I’m all out of quartz! Guess I’ll have to go back to the nether.”

He started to go back to his nether portal, but then noticed his pickaxe’s durability was low. He could use his diamond one, but with everything going on, he had left it in a chest down where he was mining. So Zed trotted back down to his mining area and started looking through the chests. But no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find it.

Reluctantly, he just made himself another iron pickaxe, making his way back up the surface and into the nether. He would get more diamonds later. He’d have plenty of time once his contraption was done.

~~~~~

Tango stared at the two pickaxes he held, one in each hand. He knows he only crafted one. He’s absolutely sure of that. He had gathered enough diamonds to make it and some armor, but he hadn’t bothered to make a second pickaxe. So where did he get it?

Tango put both of them in a chest in his small base. The entire thing was made out of stone even though he was surrounded by trees. Or at least, he had been. He had noticed it a bit after the sun suddenly appeared in the sky when he was finishing up for the night before resting. In his shock and joy at something working right, he had suddenly set some nearby wood on fire.

Thinking back, Tango couldn’t think of it happening much before, though he had spawned near a lava lake in the jungle, so his flames and fire from the lava could have gotten mixed up. Still, it was definitely worse now, but he at least had a good way to cook food whenever a stray animal came by.

He was also trying to gather two sheep or cows for breeding as he was growing wheat for bread in replacement of meat. It wasn’t the best source of food, but it was like the whole jungle had been emptied of its melons. A few oak trees were here and there for him to get apples from, but that wasn’t guaranteed.

Tango had also tried going outside the jungle for better resources, but after getting hurt, he wasn’t healing and couldn’t get far with the jungle itself letting a good number of mobs spawn. So now his only chance was to hope a zombie dropped a carrot or potato, or somehow find at least one melon seed.

~~~~~

Zedaph came back through his portal, munching on more melons. They weren’t the best food, but at least he had plenty. Since he wasn’t sure what to do for food, he had just taken any melon he saw, filling his inventory with the fruit. Maybe he could go looking for something else, like chickens or sheep or something to get for food.

Pulling his tools away, Zed started exploring more of the surrounding jungle. For the most part, there were just leaves, wood and vines, but sometimes he could spot a parrot. “Hello? Any chickens out there? I’ve got some seeds and I’ve already got a parrot. Hmm, he doesn’t have a name yet though. Maybe he’s an Andy. Oh yeah! I’ve also got wheat for any cows or sheep. I’ve just-”

Zed reached into his pockets to switch the seeds out for wheat, only to find he had just a single piece left. It was pretty odd, because he knew he had at least six when he started looking. Or was it less than that? Anyway, it was at the very least more than two when he set off. Six or three, because he had thought about making bread, right?

As Zed thought more, he didn’t really notice the fact that he was eating the last piece of wheat he had, not until it was fully gone and his hand was left empty. “What? Why, I think I’ve got a wheat stealer around here! Something really likes wheat, but it’s probably some sort of animal, so maybe I just need to find it and lead it back to my base. Yeah, that should help!”

~~~~~

Tango’s back in his mines when he finds a cave he hasn’t explored yet. Normally, he would just be cautious and explore, or even block it up with everything that was going on. But instead, it was all lit up. For a moment, he’s trying to think if he had just forgotten about the place, but then he also thought about his mysterious second pickaxe. This isn’t just his mine, at least, not anymore. Someone else was close enough that they claimed this place as well.

Immediately Tango was rushing back up to his base. Signs usually weren’t flammable enough for him to worry about, so crafting those could be helpful, and he definitely had wood to spare. He crafted up a few signs and then memorized his base’s coordinates before going back down. He wrote down that he had been there and the exact coordinates of his base.

Tango had no clue when the other hermit would return to mining, or if they were even working in that area anymore. As a precaution, he put more signs up with the same messages, but he still couldn’t help but worry they wouldn’t see the signs. Though right now, that was really his only hope if he didn’t want to be stuck in the jungle for who knows how long.

.

.

Etho was worried he wasn’t respawning anymore when all he saw was darkness. He didn’t know what was up or down or left or right. For all he knew, there was nothing. And then a comm smacked into his face.

It wasn’t his comm, he could still feel it in his pocket. He turned it on long enough to see it belonged to Bdubs. But the owner was nowhere in sight. Etho started to look around for him, but all around was just inky darkness. And then it was pain.

He had reached the part of the void that you couldn’t live in, that tore you apart. No matter how strong you were, the void could kill you, and it was killing Etho.

If it weren’t for the lack of messages of Bdubs dying, Etho would think he were stuck here. But why was his comm here if he wasn’t? As his vision was going dark, Etho had the answer. The void could kill anything, but apparently it wasn’t killing Bdubs. Who knew how far down he was at this point.

On his last hearts, Etho threw the comm down as fast as he could, hoping just maybe that extra speed would help it get to its owner. It was probably already at terminal velocity, but maybe it would work.

And then Etho died again, the void stealing the last of his health: and when he next woke up, he was in a desert, all alone. It was still early in the day at that point, but already the light sand was reflecting the heat back at him. He couldn’t even see any dead bushes for sticks, just cactus. Also lots of sand, the biome large enough that there was only desert around him as far as he could see.

Pulling out his comm, Etho was still grateful for the coordinates they gave. He was pretty far from spawn, but the desert, while hot, was mostly smooth terrain. He could go straight towards spawn with little trouble and hopefully get out of the desert before long. So, with little else to do, he startled walking.

Eventually Etho finally saw some sort of life other than cactus. Well, previous life, as it was some dead bushes which he broke for sticks. Still, it was better than nothing. But that begged the question of why there weren’t any to begin with. That likely would only happen if someone broke them.

Then Etho realized something. He died and suddenly appeared at Ren’s side. Killed and he was in the void finding Bdub’s comm. torn apart by the void, and now he was in a desert someone obviously had been. He wasn’t showing up in completely random places, he was showing up near the other hermits.

Etho stopped walking and immediately started digging at the sand with his hands. He was upset that the sticks were going to be lost when someone else probably needed them, but right now dying was actually more important. He used the sand to build up high below his feet, getting into the air, and then he jumped down, the amount of damage killing him.

As he had been falling, he made mental notes. Ren at a ravine, Bdubs in the void, someone in the desert, and now-

Etho opened his eyes and was met with Impulse’s face. He tried to breath in from shock from nearly being nose to nose with him, but instead of air, his lungs were filled with water. Etho knew he was already running out of time, so he quickly grabbed Impulse’s shoulders and shook him.

Impulse seemed to wake up a little, opening his eyes. It made Etho panic for a second as his normally brown eyes were red, and the ninja was reminded of Ren, but he wasn’t attacked. Instead, Impulse touched him, as if to make sure he was real.

As Etho’s lungs burned more, Impulse died first to drowning, which normally he wouldn’t like, but that meant neither of them were cursed. He started punching at a block, putting all his strength into it. Impulse hesitated for a moment, then joined Etho in his task.

Etho kept punching at the block until he finally died, but he did what he needed to. The cracks were large enough and Impulse still had enough time that even after Etho had died, Impulse was able to finish breaking the block. It didn’t open up to an exit, but Impulse stared at the sliver of air at the top of the space. Etho wasn’t back, but that didn’t matter. As Impulse died again, he started at the next block. That missing block might still be filled with water, but it was also hope.

[leonasbitties]

MÖTH GÏRL

give her ur lamp and u will be spared

Basic Info

Name: Ophelia Picket

Age: 17

Aliases: Lia, Moth child, Mothra, Moth woman, Little moth, Moth baby

Birthday: June 18th

Star sign: Gemini

Year: 2

Origin: Land of Pyroxene

Personality: Sweet, clumsy, easily distracted

Favorite food: Fruit Juice

Least favorite food: Pickled anything

Hobby: Tap dancing/dancing

Dorm: Neewollah @neewollah-dorm

Quote: “Oh! Sorry I was distracted by my flashlight here, how may I help you?”

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Physical

Eye color: All Black

Hair color: Black

Hairstyle: Short and curly with blunt bangs

Height: 5ft or 154cm

Scars/Marking: Two black marks under each of her eyes

Gender: Female

Extra: Ophelia has four arms and wings which she can fly with. Her wings are rather large and go down to about her knees, when not in use they flow like a cape if sorts.

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Personality

Ophelia is the type of person to be super enthusiastic and outgoing but when a they get her order wrong at a restaurant she just drinks the water. She’s very fun and easily distracted with the whole moth thing, just hand her a flashlight and she’ll be entertained for hours. She’s very kind and polite, she also loves to help people.

She’s very clumsy and bruises easily so it’s not uncommon to find her with random bruises on her arms and or legs.

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School Stats

Best Class: Botany

Worst Class: History

Club: Astronomy Club

Unique Magic: Sunshine stealer - She steals light and it forms a little ball and it’s gets bigger depending on how much she takes or she can divide it into section and what ever she stole it from won’t turn back on until she gives it back. the name is contradicting because she can’t steal natural light hjsjshsj

Other: She’s very much nocturnal so it’s no uncommon for her to fall asleep in her day classes but that’s part of why her field is astronomy so a lot of her classes are at night.

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Brief Backstory

Ophelia is a strong girl who’s stayed cheerful throughout her childhood as she got bullied pretty harshly because of her eyes and arms but there’s not much more to her backstory as of right now.

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brööther give me ur lämps 🔦🔦

hope u like the baby!! she hates sleeves because four arms and a extra large set of wings isn’t super comfy with sleeves in her opinion so most of her clothes e sleeveless i’ll draw one of these days in her uniform when i have the stamina lolol.

[tkachow]

Les Habitants in 4, babe.

Whoa, whoa ok-ok whoa, whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday!

You can't give it to 'em dry like that

You gotta get that shit wet first ***** like c'mon now

You gotta prep them for shit like that

They can't just get that shit right off da top

Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back

Holiday season

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ayo, I was on the plane with Wayne

You can call me Whitney I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin' da yankee

I was fuckin' with bass, I was pitchin' da Frankie

These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky

But mami I'm cold give me me my blanky

Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel

Keep the snow white I can buy it by the bundle

Step ya cookies up for they crumble

Don't be actin' like the cardinals and gone fumble

‘Cause I'm a stealer

Fresh up out the dealer

All da dope boys gon' feel her

Flow so sick I need a healer

Fuck is my M.A.C. Concealer

I be out in queens in da back of

Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers

I'm a big bill

That's why I get more head than a pigtail

Pussy mansion I'm gettin' the munchies

I think ill have a rap bitch for my entre'

'Cause they be thinkin' n***** spit, spit shine my shoes

You know I keep a bad bitch let me sign your boobs

I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo

I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew

Listen u should buy a sixteen 'cause I write it good

That 808 woof woof 'cause I write it good

And bitches can't find they man 'cause I ride it good

I'm the wolf where is little ride-uh ridin' hood

Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim, I put 'em in a field

I let Oscar Myer bake 'em

And if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim

I put 'em in a field and I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (bake 'em)

It's like I just single-handedly annihilated

You know every rap bitch in da building like

Like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewenski, Nicki Da Ninja

Nicki Da Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie

Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls even bother at this point

Like keep it up, it's me, I win, you lose ha-ha, oh shit!

Ha-ha-ha-ha, oh shit ha-ha yo I'm bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'm bad bitch, I'm-I'm a bad bitch

I'ma bad bitch, I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'ma bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch ha-ha-ha, ah I told you, I told you before

I told you, you gonna have to pick my fruit out now listen

In addition to pickin' my fruit out

I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques

Know what I'm sayin'? Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me

I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know

I want, I want all dat crazy lizard skin, shit you know

You know you can be my personal shopper ha-ha-ha, ayo!

Woo-uh-huh-uh-huh

[kissthiskunt]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yoo

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo y o yo y o yo y o y o yo yo yo

Ayo I was on da plane with da Wayne (yo)

You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in the game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin' the yankee

I was fuckin with bass, I was pitchin da Frankie

These bitches so cranky give d'em a hanky

But mami I'm cold give me my blanky

Whoa, whoa ok-ok whoa, whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday!

You can't give it to em dry like that

You gotta ***get that shit wet first nigga like c'mon now*****

You gotta prep them for shit like that

They can't just get that shit right off da top

Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back

Holiday season

Yo yo yo yo yo yo you yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

Yo yo yo yo you yo yo yo yo yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoo

Ayo I was on the plane with Wayne

You can call me Whitney I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin a yankee

I was fuckin with bass, I was pitchin da Frankie

These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky

But mami I'm cooooold give me me my blanky

Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel

Keep the snow white I can buy it by the bundle

Step ya cookies up for they crumble

Don't be actin' like the cardinals and gone fumbllllleeee

Cause Im a stealer

Fresh up out the dealer

All da dope boys gon feel her

Flow so sick I need a healer

Fuck is my M.A.C. Concealer

I be out in queens in da back of

Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers

I'm a big bill

That's why I get more head than a pigtail

Pussy mansion I'm gettin' the munchies

I think ill have a rap bitch for my entre'

Cause they be thinkin' niggas spit, spit shine my shoes

You know I keep a bad bitch let me sign your boobs

I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo

I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew

Listen u should buy a sixteen cause I write it good

That 808 woof woof cause I write it good

And bitches can't find they man cause I ride it good

I'm the wolf where is little ride-uh ridin' hood

Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim, I put em in a field

I let Oscar Myer bake em

And if you see a itty bitty piggy in a market

Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it

I don't fuck wit pigs like Asalamalakim

I put em in a field and I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (bake 'em)

It's like I just single-handedly annihilated

You know every rap bitch in da building like

Like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewenski, Nicki Da Ninja

Nicki Da Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie

Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls even bother at this point

Like keep it up, it's me, I win, you lose ha-ha, oh shitttttttttttttttt

Ha-ha-ha-ha, oh shit ha-ha yo I'm bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'm bad bitch, I'm-I'm a better ad bitch

I'ma bad bitch, I'ma-I'ma bad bitch, I'ma bad bitch

I'ma-I'ma bad bitch ha-ha-ha, ah I told you, I told you before

I told you, you gonna have to pick my fruit out now listen

In addition to pickin' my fruit out

I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques

Know what I'm sayin'? Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me

I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know

I want, I want all dat crazy lizard skin, shit you know

You know you can be my personal shopper hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa ayo!

Woo-uh-huh-uh-huhhuhuhuhuhu

[victorie552onepiecespeedrun]

Reading One Piece pt 196: Soul And Shadow

Chapter 443

Thoughts:

- Fpos/cs: The space pirate is dead and there’s a big explosion in the distance. Let’s see what it is

- Brook is on Sunny! :D

- “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT GUY!?” – everyone :D

- “There’s no reason for a skeleton to wear an afro!” there’s no reason for alive people to do so either but that’s doesn’t stop us

- Where did Usopp’s new hat come from? (Usopp looks like a Vampire Slayer now :D) It looks like something Mihawk would wear. Is it Zoro’s? Please let it be Zoro’s. We know he’s a fan :D

- What is it with Brook and panties. I see it’s a gag already but like… why

- Zoro has objections :D

- “Why do you think you went with him? You were supposed to stop Luffy from running wild!” “We’re ashamed…” oh, like you would do a better job, Zoro. But I won’t lie, Zoro yelling at people like they’re unruly children is my JAM

- Let’s get to know each other a little better. In the kitchen!

- Wow, nice kitchen by the way

- (lol, now Chopper got a cross too. He’s imitating Usopp, it’s precious)

- Brook praised the ship. Franky likes him already

- Wait for the dinner patiently, Brook

- Lol, Luffy didn’t even introduce himself till now

- Yomi-yomi no mi. That’s Brook’s devil fruit. „Yomi-gaeru is the verb for ‘ressurect’” says the underpanel text

- “The truth is, I already died few decades ago!” wow. Ok

- “the power of revival” yeah, we kinda guessed that

- “I was promised that I could live a second time as a “revived human”. Oh, how wonderful that ability seemed!” this already sounds heartbreaking and we’re nowhere close to Brook’s backstory, what is going on here

- So Brook was killed some years ago, along with his crew

- “My soul was returned from the underworld! If I had returned to my body immediately, I would have been resurrected, but, as you can see, there is a thick fog on this sea and I got lost.” Well damn. It doesn’t sound heartbreaking, it IS heartbreaking

- My only problem with this is it’s heartbreaking a little too soon. I’m used to a slower pace and I’m Suspicious

- “My soul wandered around this fog for a whole year! When I found my own body, it was only white bones.” wow

- “You’re just as stupid as Zoro, huh?” WHAT A FUCKING BURN LUFFY TOTALLY UNCALLED FOR

- (Just noticed Brook’s souls says a little “yohoho” in that one panel. Precious)

- Now Zoro wonders about the afro

- “The roots of my hair are strong” You guys are made for each other

- Huh?

- Brook doesn’t have a reflection

- This is weird. You know why? Vampires are known for not having reflections BUT it is a thing because people believed water/metal/mirror can reflect your soul, and vampires don’t have souls. And Brook just told a story of how his soul returned to his sad remains after a year. This is sketchy

- (do I sound paranoid)

- Oh, and no shadow either. Ok, how is that a thing, what is GOING OOOOON

- Zoro! Is! Suspicious!

- Well, at least in a good company then :D

- “being a skeleton… and not having a shadow… are completely different things” oh????

- “to be continued in the next chapter.” WHAT A TROLL

- You really have a feeling Oda wanted to cut in that moment but to his dismay realized he’s still got half of a chapter to make. That’s what you get for switching to such fast pace. Do you know anything about shounens, Oda

…

*Please stand by. We’re experiencing technical difficulties; author needs to stop wheezing at her own joke*

…

- Back to business

- “Some years ago a man snatched away my shadow…” snatched away???

- “A shadow being stolen… It means that I cannot exist in a world with light.” ???

- “If my body is exposed to direct sunlight, it will start to disappear. I don’t have a shadow that should be seen in the light.” This is horrible

- “I also can’t be seen in a mirror or in a photograph! In short, mine is the existence rejected by light!” THIS IS HORRIBLE

- “Why are you so cheerful? Your life sucks!” Sanji… I… I don’t think Brook’s all that well in the head to be honest

- “Today is a wonderful day! I WAS ABLE TO FIND SOMEBODY!” uh, what

- I couldn’t tell a difference between today and tomorrow on this dark sea with a think fog. All alone on the ship that won’t obey its rudder. How many years I’ve been wandering!” I’m taking it back, Brook is as sane as possible in these circumstances

- “I’VE BEEN REALLY LONELY!” and that’s all you get from me, this is getting way too depressing

- “you invited me to be your nakama! I’m really glad. Thank you very much.” Luffy’s smile is precious and has to be protected at all cost

- “But the truth is, I should decline” I knew the other shoe will drop soon

- Brook can’t stand in the light and needs to be at least somewhere close to his shadow. Yeah, it’s unpractical for them to have him as a nakama

- But if you think Straw Hats will be practical about that then you clearly watched the wrong show, BOIIII

- “What are you saying!? We’re not strangers! If that’s the case, we’ll get your shadow back! Tell me who stole it!” LUFFY FOR PRESIDENT

- ...Oh sorry, LUFFY FOR PIRATE KING

- “…!!” Brook clearly doesn’t know what to do with this and can you blame him

- “You’re really a good person. Even then, I cannot tell you that.” Yeah, that’s what I thought

- “I only just met you. You shouldn’t say that “you’ll die for me”” I’m sensing a good heart, complete incomprehension of anything Luffy, and trauma. Lots and lots of trauma

- “Is the enemy so strong?” yes, and also Brook doesn’t know how strong you are

- “I’ve decided that I will fight him” Brook wants to deck that shadow stealer :D I hope he will

- “However, Let’s sing a song! In honor of the good encounter we had today. I’m very proud of my abilities. I used to be the musician on my pirate ship.” CRITICAL ERROR CRITICAL ERROR

- “Eeh!? Really!? I’m begging you, be my nakama, you idiot!” you confessed to being a musician, Brook, now Luffy will never leave you alone. He wanted a musician in his crew even more than he wanted a cook! You got a big storm coming, Grandpa!

- Huh?

- !!!!

- THERE”S A GHOST IN THE KITCHEN

- Oh, Brook knows what’s happening!

- “Did you pick a ‘floating barrel’ on this sea?” “We did!” “That was a trap.” Figures

- No but seriously, they’re heading to some island (or they’re leaded to it?) that’s probably not on any maps

- “this is the “Ghost Island” that wanders through the sea… Thriller Bark!” !!!!!!!! Name Drop!

- That island is from West Blue and log pose isn’t responding to it. I don’t understand the science of it but it’s bad

- What is Brook doing?

- On the Sunny’s head he stands. Big jump tho  

- You drama queen. I love you

- Oh look, he can run on the top of the sea. How does that even…. Ok, nevermind

- PROTECT LUFFY SMILE! EVEN IF IT LEDS YOU TO AN ISLAND FULL OF GHOST AND SHADOW STEALERS!

- More of Sunny

- Isn’t she amazing

Second chapter and I learned so many things already. This arc is GREAT

rOP 195  rOP 197

[buffyannesummrs]

Since you’re (about to start) buffyposting: thoughs on Anya?

oh i simply LOVE anya! 

please let me know if you were curious about anything specific always happy to ramble about any buffy topic! but generally -  

i think emma caulfield has the best comedic timing of any actor in the show, and anya is right up there with characters like spike and cordelia as a charismatic scene-stealer.

i also enjoy her character arc so much as (brief) antagonist turned unlikely ally turned friend and member of the scoobies ... it’s a formula that works. her “immortal turned mortal” trope leads to some of my favorite poignant moments in the show - obviously one of those being her speech in “the body” which is one of my top 5 buffy monologues. 

“I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.”

whenever the show gives her more weight as a central character - “hell’s bell’s”, “selfless” - she really gets a chance to shine and i find her character incredibly compelling.

in my opinion, anya suffers from a similar problem to cordelia - the show is confused about whether we the audience are ever supposed to like her or see her as a true friend to the scoobies. that problem for cordelia was already overdone enough by season 3 (she had been empathized and shown her “true colors” as a good person time and again by that point) but for anya it gets ridiculous. she is a core member of the scoobies and she is engaged to xander post season 5! and yet the other characters continually make jokes at her expense and maintain that she’s not really one of them.

so that about sums it up! i love anya! 

[pastelbatfandoms]

Get to know My OC-Meghana

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?  I actually looked up names that went with either Hercules or Megara and found Meghana,which is an Indian name that means Thunder. 

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? Her biggest weakness is definitely her emotions and her powers are more dangerous when she’s emotional which makes them easier to exploit. 

03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? Her natural beauty

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)  

Hades- Meghana thought he was Charismatic,funny and cute when they first met,yes she knew he was The “Villain” of Olympus she just didn’t care. It was when he showed off his more intelligent and even gentler side that Megs started to fall in love with him.

Physically? I mean have you seen him? and I don’t mean his Blue skinned,monstrous side that everyone thought of. (not that she minded that) but his more human look but still godlike with the bright blue hair,piercing eyes,that magnetic smile and those muscles ♥♥

Harry Hook- Another one of her Lovers that has Charisma for days. Also being The Son of Captain Hook aka Killian Jones,Harry had a wild unpredictable side that Meghana loved. But Harry also had a Sensitive side that he showed to very few. 

Physically-Where to start?! Harry’s smile,that body,that hair,his killer dance moves,THAT ACCENT! 

05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?  Confident,even when she was a Virgin lol

06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? No

07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 

08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it?  Her Temper,But being with a band of Pirates they kinda embrace that. Her Impulsiveness,her stubbornness. 

09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? Spring and Winter. They don’t really celebrate Holidays on The Isle. 

10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? Feminine but with God like strength 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? Being left for someone else,being used. 

12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? Well she kind of had to give up her Powers while on The Isle. (At least The Darker ones.) But probably her Inner Strength. 

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? Light sleeper,if she sleeps at all. Cannot sleep alone,but always looks like she’s sleeping peacefully. 

14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates?  Meghana’s never truly been alone. First it was being born into a family of Gods,then getting sent to The Isle with Hades,then joining Uma’s Crew after Hades dumped her. 

15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear.  Maleficent. But not out of fear.  16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? Her Father is The Hero/Demi God of Strength,what do you think? 17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? Yes well Marriage anyway. 

18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?  Anyplace her loved ones are,she’s very adaptable. 

19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily?  Meghana can be peaceful until you push her buttons,being a student of Hades and on a Pirate Crew you better believe she has a Temper. Uma and Harry taught her how to fight without the use of her powers and she has become rather good at it. 

20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? Yes,her Favorite’s are Big Dogs and Horses. Her favorite Mythological creatures are Pegasi,Unicorns and Cerberus.  21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?  Well she’s already dealt with being Abandoned,I suppose her parents hating her and never being allowed back in Olympus. (Which doesn’t happen)

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?  Besides her Godlike Beauty she doesn’t really have any other unique traits. But unlike most Greeks her hair is a Golden Red like her Fathers. (until she goes to the isle)

23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? When Meghana was in School on Olympus she was a very good student. The Classes and School (which looked more like a Cathedral) were very different from Earth’s or even Auradon Prep. Meghana’s favorite were Music with The Muse Euterpe and Pegasus Riding with The Goddess Nike. 

24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? I kinda already did....

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? Being sent to The Isle of The Lost by her Father and Zeus. 

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc?  Hades is a very demanding yet gentle lover. If there is something Meg is not comfortable with,which is few and far between he comes to realize,Hades won’t do it. But when he’s jealous that’s another matter entirely. Hades can also be especially Seductive and persuasive when he wants something. 

Harry is very Charming and Flirtatious,though he gets Jealous as well,although it more has to do with his insecurities more than anything. Harry is very dominating and passionate in bed,usually taking the lead,unless it’s a day where Meg feels more Dominant then Harry can become Submissive as hell. Harry also likes using his Hook as well but not in an Extreme BDSM way more of an Enticing,seductive way. 

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? Using her Powers and going Evil like Audrey did. But Aurodon doesn’t really do arrests,more like Banishment. 

 2 8. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? Model or Olympics.

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?  

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?  Greek Poetry,The Ballet,Musicals,Fine Art,Anything Opulent with a darker undertone,She also has a fondness for Dance Music and Black Metal. 31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? I think Meghana would only kill when Necessary,like if someone she loved was threatened or hurt,or if she was blinded by rage and betrayal. (like when Hades left her for Maleficent) 

32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? A date with Hades would be a bit unusual,if still Gods,they would probably spend the majority of the time in The Underworld,then sneak up to the surface for a picnic. 

With Harry it would be a bit more daring,more going out at night on The Isle,teaching her how to sneak into places,teaching her how to sail and telling her about his adventures in Neverland when he was young. Causing a Ruckus wherever they went.

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? On Olympus it was to her favorite Water Fountain in The Nymph gardens,usually taking Pegasus along with her. There’s not much freedom on The Isle to be alone but at times she’ll go up to The Helm of The Ship or her Quarters for privacy. That’s usually only when she’s troubled though as she is the type to not like being on her own,especially on The Isle. 

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)  Grapes,Pomegranates,Apples,any fruit really as well as Bread. Though recently she has become fond of Sea Food. 

35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? Megs is a DemiGod so No,she knows what lies ahead and is even looking forward to it.

36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? No

37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? Flirting,being Manipulated,Liars,Judgemental people (Villains and Heroes alike) 

38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? The Isle is usually cloudy so she has gotten used to that. Sun or Rain is both fine with her,Megs doesn’t really have a preference.  39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? Snobby,Evil,Immortal (Contrary to popular belief Gods are not) Selfish,Reckless,Naive,,Mean. Yeah she really is none of those things,she can be a tad Selfish at times but that is not always a bad thing. Also Just because she is Friends/in love with Villains does NOT make her one.  40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?  Well few Heroes know that she still dabbles in the dark arts every now and then,even sneaking a peak at Mal’s Spell Book once or twice. Other then that not really no.  41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? They used to and to some extent still do,since she is stuck on The Isle. 42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change?  Maybe encouraging Audrey to become Evil,Meg didn’t do it on purpose only saying she knew where Audrey was coming from and how she felt,also if SHE had Maleficent’s Staff....Also not liking Mal on The Isle because of her Mother... 43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? Not really. I suppose she’s more on and Intimidating to those she doesn’t know.  44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? Losing Harry or any of her Friends on The Isle.  45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve? A bit of both. Though she has become more guarded as of late.

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? Meggie is The Queen of Affectionate gazes but on a more physical level,she does give her boys kisses on The Cheeks when she’s excited and neither Harry or Hades are averse to PDA. 47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? Outgoing definitely. She started off as a bit more Introverted until she met Hades,but Megs has always had a Sassy,’I can take care of myself’ side just like her Mother.  48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? Her Men flirting with someone else or being Flirted with. Which is a problem because both Hades and Harry are flirtatious by nature.  49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? Not so much anymore. But she has had to wake up or comfort Harry during a particularly bad night terror.  50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say? When Meghana first confessed her feelings to Hades,during an intimate moment,Hades was at first taken aback,he never told her he loved her,until they were broken up,but he always called her My Queen or My Love so Megs took that as the same thing. 

With Harry it was very mutual,though they were both cautious at first,Harry looked at her one day while with the crew and whispered “I think I’m in love with you.” Megs responded back in kind and they’ve been together ever since.