#im felling brave enough to share it

[bolilloquemado]

The last one just has FULLED MY TANK OF INSPIRATION and I have to use it. (English is not my first language soooo it may be fucked up)

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Mikey had always been talented. Since very little. It was one of those little things that were true and nobody could denied it.

True like the sun always rising. Even if you can't see it.

Mikey had always loved his family deeply. He would do everything in his power just to assure that they'll be happy and safe. It was another truth. One that had been proved every time.

His chains and fire only would burn those that dared to harm his family. And they will feel like hell.

One of his favorites truths was that Mikey has a Soulmate. Miles Morales. Kind of a mutant but still a human.

Draxum told him that Soulmates were something weird, not in the concept but to happen, not many yokais had Soulmates and the very few who had one not always found them. It was something beyond knowledge. Something almost divine. Two souls created just with the purpose to fulfill a live and a destiny with someone else. Someone the universe had created and chosen just for you. A Soulmate was a partner for the rest of your life.

A match with a human and a half mutant half yokai, was one in a million. To say that Mikey and Miles were lucky enough to meet was something that fulled the turtle to the brim with love, and hope, and determination to keep protecting and fighting.

They both knew eachother soon after the invasion. When cities where still some kind of cities, and existed a division between humans and yokais or mutants. The sky was still blue and the world was in despair.

Then, he and his family started the resistance. Not just to survive, but to fight. For the world that were theirs, for their people, for their families, for their future. And the one Miles always added, for love.

And then, they become Masters and Commanders.

Master Michelangelo was very strong, and powerful, and wise, and kind. The resistance always looked up to him. To his brothers. And he was proud of being a light of hope in a dark world and darker future.

But also, he had been the youngest of his family for a very long time. He didn't know what was not having his family near. He never felt alone until the Krang.

And his father was the first. Hamato Yoshi. Lou Jitsu. Splinter. His father.

His. Father.

They still had the greatest weapon. Hope.

He still had his brothers, April and Miles.

With the lesson learned, Mikey began to train more and more. His mystics had always been more powerful than his brothers, so it was natural to him to focus on that. Thanks to the training Mikey discovered how worked his link with Miles.

Being two parts of a same core, soul, and heart, they shared a lot of things. One was his ninpo.

Miles, since becoming Spiderman, got the abillity to, let's say, electrify his webs. He could even make a whole network of spider webs completely electrified. Turns out, it was nothing to do with radioactive spiders or mutagen, but with Mikey's ninpo and their link.

They shared the mystic. The ninpo.

When they found out and started working in deepend the conexion, nothing was the same. They could use eachother abilities with ease even being away. Miles could burn things with his webs and Mikey could fry krang dogs with his chains.

The most powerful duo in battlefield. And also out of it. Orange and webs were a symbol of strength.

When Raph... left them, blinded by sorrow and rage, Mikey forced his flames to burn and destroy the bio-shits that the krang and their organism was. Mikey forced his ninpo to be more destructive.

Master Michelangelo and Commander Miles where one of the few thing that could actually kill the pink bastards. But not always worked. Donnie told him, as a teory, that sharing his mystic with Miles was the reason. Cause the core of his power was feeding two things at the same time.

It maked sense. But it didn't changed things. They were still losing, the planet was still dying, people were still dying and the krang were just getting stronger and fierly.

Things worsened day by day, but he still had Donnie and Leo, April, Casey jr, and Miles.

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Part two, pretty soon (maybe)

:D✌️ 🧡🐢❤️🕷

I think we as a society are missing out on the potential of shellshocked soulmate AUs.

I do not know why I enjoy this trope so much because I think in a lot ways it's pretty allo-and heteronormative and I do not in any way believe in soulmates irl but it is interesting to explore in fiction, I guess.

After that completly unnessecary ramble, here are some cute suggestions I would love to have fics about:

-a classic "what I draw on my skin, appears on mine, too" soulmate AU

Fits them both perfectly, they would have been in contact since they were small but can't meet each other because Mikey's a mutant.

-painsharing between soulmates AU

Mikey's dangerous lifestyle as a TMNT would lead to a lot hurts that Miles has to suffer, too. Yay! Angsty, I guess. Miles would worry a lot about his soulmate in this one. (Maybe, it would even work better if it's a Raised By Draxum AU)

-This isn't really a seperate soulmate AU trope but the return of Mystic Miles.

So, because soulmates share oftentimes literally in these AUs souls and we say that Mikey's mystic come from his soul, would that mean Miles would be just as mystically talented as Mikey? Like, in this case, it's not only Hamato ninpō Miles would get but like all of Mikey's mystic badassery.

Fun angsty twist to the whole thing: When Future!Miles dies in the bad timeline, Mikey gets stronger in mystics because he now has all of his mystic potential for himself. Yayyyy

So yeah, shellshocked soulmate AU, my dudes. Fun stuff.

[insensiblelimerence]

Little Sammy blurb for his birthday!

𓂃 .* ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

MDNI! 18+ wc: 562

While it was just another year for Sam--another year of monsters, pain, and never-ending hunts, but just a little older--you, his doting girlfriend seemed to have other plans.

The day started off surprising. You'd woken up before him (which was a brave feat from you), making a nice, balanced breakfast. It was his birthday, and no way in hell were you going to let him drink some protein shake before his run.

So of course, making him some pancakes with eggs, some berries, and a cup of coffee was the perfect combination.

And right on time, Sam stumbled sleepily into the kitchen, brows furrowing when he sees you pouring his mug full of coffee.

"Baby..?" He grumbles out, squinting to adjust to the fluorescent lights that definitely needed to be swapped with yellow ones.

Grinning proudly, you set the meal in front of him. "I made you breakfast."

"I.. see that." He murmurs, glancing over you suspiciously. "You're never up this early. Do you know what time it is?"

"Of course I do," you huff in retort, crossing your arms. "I couldn't not make you breakfast on your birthday."

He blinks a few times, before his eyebrows raise. He was confused. "My birthday?"

You can't help but laugh, coming up beside him and kissing his temple. "Mhm. So eat up. I had to hide these strawberries from Dean yesterday. That was hard."

And all Sam can do is chuckle, a slow smile spreading on his features.

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Turns out breakfast wasn't just it. If you were asking him, he would have been perfectly content with just that. But knowing you, this was just the beginning.

After his run, you shoved a new pajama set in his arms, insisting he wears them for the rest of the day. Which means he likely wasn't going to go anywhere. That was fine by him.

You actually played chess with him, which had him delighted to no end. Which apparently couldn't start until he unwrapped his next gift. A new chess set.

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His birthday, full of many surprises neared the end. He's convinced himself he's never had a birthday this nice. No hunts, no monsters, no death. Just a nice, relaxing day in. So when night fell, he had a sneaky suspicion you had something else for tonight.

He was reading the new book you had gotten him on the bed of your shared room, lazily draped across the left side furthest from the door. You return from your shower, a poorly-hidden cheeky grin on your features. You were in your normal bath robe, fresh and clean from your shower, but something felt off.

"Hi Sammy." The words slipped from your mouth in a drawl, slowly approaching the bed.

He lifted his head, curiosity swirling in his hazel eyes as he partially shuts the book. "Hi. What's up?"

Biting your lip, you giggle softly, shrugging. "Mmh, I don't know. You tell me."

He raises a brow. "Uh-huh.." His eyes rake over your form, looking for anything out of the ordinary. "I don't know if I can."

"Well..." You slowly get closer to the bed, loosely toying with the tie on your robe. "I think you forgot a present. I got you one more."

And when he saw the smallest sliver of a deep green lace, he knew his birthday was just about to get ten times better.

Author notes: Hii... I was very sleepy when I wrote this planning to revise when I got out of my classes today, but remembered I offered to cover my coworkers shift... BUT!! Had to post a blurb for Sammy's birthday. I mean DUH!! Anyways I love you and uh maybe ignore every grammatical error in this. Kisses! <3 also maybe if im crazy enough might part 2 with the smut??

insensiblelimerence 2025

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for ignoring this girl who likes me although I like her back?

🔥

^ (so i can find later)

Ok, so to start, I (H 17M) like this girl who we will call, E (16F). I just met her this year because we share a math class, and when I saw her I fell in love. Shes so perfect like it's crazy. But anyway, I did notice that she had been talking to me more and looking at me quite a bit. I'm usually perfectly fine with talking to girls I like, but she makes me extremely nervous. (In a good way.) Well, like last week or something, one of her friends had messaged me on instagram saying,

"Hey, one of my friends likes you and she wanted me to tell you. All I ask is that even if you don't like her back, don't be an asshole to her."

I was nervous cuz yk I knew the chances of it being E were high and I really wanted it to be E. I replied to her with,

"Who 😭"

she said

"You promise you ain't gonna be an asshole?"

i said

"Yeah ofc"

and then she said

"It's E. It's totally fine if you don't like her back, just be her friend or be chill with her."

I like her back but I didn't have the balls to tell her that, so I just said

"Fs." i personally think im an idiot for not telling her I like her back, but who knows. she didn't say anything else so neither did I, n i put my phone down and just stared at my wall. I know there were different ways I shouldve responded but fuck can you blame me for being nervous?? since the rest of this is just me rethinking shit about what i shouldve done, imma js get to the part most of you probably wanna know. when we were in math, she tried talking to me about something, and I ignored her and started talking to my friend who sat behind me. It definitely looked like I purposefully ignored her, which I did, but not cuz I wanted to, but bc I was WAYYYYY too nervous to talk to her.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her look away and just go on her phone, and I felt hella bad. After class she didn't say bye to me and just left class quick. She's just been looking at me still, and I haven't really talked to her since, so I really do feel bad, but can't voice it. The only thing I'm brave enough to do is look at her whenever she's near me, and wish I had the guts to confess back.

I think I will confess pretty soon since we go into winter break, so If I get rejected at least I'll have the break to recollect myself.

TLDR: my crush likes me back but I am not brave enough to tell her I like her too, so i've been ignoring her. might confess before break though.

So, AITA for ignoring my crush after she confessed even though I like her back?

What are these acronyms?

[galaxywrites]

you better give me space, im protective. my adrenaline spikes when [he's] threatened, and if you stay in [our] way im aggressive. cause when there's no exit, i'll kill when im desperate.

────── freed revenants au, Enenra & Tomàš

includes the aftermath of the cultists, previous she/her pronouns to refer to a trans man, they/it pronouns in reference to enenra, mentions of subsmoke

It first met the boy the day they came into being, except the lad they sworn to protect was different. With a shaved head, and no meat on her bones, she could barely waddle through the streets of Prague without stumbling. They wandered around like that for a long time. No adult willingly came to their aid, they merely just looked away and hoped someone would come to help the child eventually.

But no one ever helped them.

They could not understand why. She was a child in need, hurt by adults that had no business laying their hands on a child. It had killed them in retaliation for their transgressions against the child. It often had to take over if she got into trouble on the streets.

Somehow, its protective nature had drawn the attention of foreigners. With their odd clothes, and ominous auras, and masks that sealed the bottom halves of their faces. They had offered her food, a place to live, and something to fight for. All on a golden platter. It did not trust these adults, but they could not take over to protect her. It was the first time she resisted it. It had no choice but to respect her decision, though she was not old enough to make such a big decision. It would kill them all if they dared to hurt her.

The untrustworthy adults took them to somewhere where it only ever snowed. The vapor part of its abilities that the girl now shared warmed them, and the adults took notice how the ten year old child wasn't shivering. One adult made a comment about most adult recruits had a hard time adjusting to the cold, but this girl wasn't even shivering. Another had commented how she must have been special.

When they arrived, she had instantly clicked with a boy her age. Enenra was not worried. The boy that called himself Kuai Liang was friendly, cheerful, mindful of the girl. His hands took hers, welcoming her to the Lin Kuei.

The Lin Kuei, so that's what they were called. Though it does not have much options at the moment, they sound very culty. Could anything stop them if they decide to want to kill everyone here?

The years had came and go. Enenra had very rarely felt the need to step in, as the girl they'd come to known had went from a scared child, to a fearsome young man. One that could keep up with Tundra and his brother, a man that did not need its protection anymore. Though they doubted the young man knew it was there. Enenra did not have any reason to take Tomàš' body over in order to protect him. Tundra had long proved himself, proved that he would protect Tomàš as best as he was able.

Until the invasion of Outworld. Enenra thought it would be fine. Tomàš and Kuai Liang had faced bigger threats. They would be able to brave this storm, even though this time, Kuai Liang was turned into a robot. It questioned and seriously judged the ethics of the Lin Kuei once more-- if they turned Tundra into a robot, and tried to turn Tomàš into one.

This time though, it was proven wrong. One by one, they all fell. Even Kuai Liang and Tomàš. They felt the pain of their shared body's neck being snapped, slowly but surely suffocating to death. They saw him reaching out to the cyberized Kuai Liang, unable to reach him before oxygen ran out. The world went dark, just as the cyber's fingers brushed against the Czech man's thin ones.

When it awoke, they were in control. Not Tomàš. Quan Chi stood in front of them. Their mind was hazy, as if the demon was commanding control.

They would not give it up so easily.

"An enenra, I am most surprised." Quan Chi hummed, lips curled in a wicked manner. Enenra fought the sorcerer's magic, growling out in warning. "Your kind does not usually bond itself to humans, well.. at least those born in the Netherrealm-- unlike you," the sorcerer moves to the side as it lunged at him-- stopped only by a robot revenant standing in its way.

"Ah," the demon sorcerer sounded smug. "You refuse to hurt the robot. Due to his and your host's.. Ah, whatever do you call it?"

"None of your damned business," it had sneered out. Noting the yellow cracks among their arms-- what did the sorcerer do to Tomàš and them? To the rest of them? Why were they in the Netherrealm? The sorcerer ticked his tongue. "Your kind, always so obstinate. Had I known that my lord's worshippers means of worship would give rise to you... I'd have never encouraged them to steal away that meek child."

Him. This was his fault. Again, Enenra made the attempt to launch itself at the pale sorcerer. Except it was stopped once more, this time by a bo staff at its neck. The tall woman that Tomàš had fought once in Outworld, who had kicked his ass. He called her Jade? It wasn't sure.

"Protective," the sorcerer laughs, cruelly. Enenra snarls, kept only at bay by the revenants staff. "If you are so protective of the boy, then perhaps I'll offer you a deal. Serve my lord, and Tomàš will never have to feel pain ever again. Surely you understand you cannot protect him on your own."

They hesitate. Quan Chi's magic beginning to seep in, influencing the very way they protect Tomàš. "... Very well," it finds themselves saying. "The world will burn, so that Tomàš Vrbada will be kept warm."

Two years later, they'd come across Johnny Cage. "Smoke," he said. But the Enenra was quick to correct him.

"Smoke is dead, I am Enenra."

[keirawantstocry]

Ohhhh you take those prompts in your pinned!? Alrighty then!! No pressure, but Thomastair + sharing clothing?

i love you. i literally dropped everything i was doing to do this as soon as i saw it

thank you <3

anyway. i haven't written thomastair in a while so im hoping this sounds okay. i had thomas's voice down a few months ago but again im out of practice so hopefully i did him justice :)

-sharing clothes

Thomas had never quite considered that happiness like this could exist. He had known for years that he was not like other boys his age. Yet he never saw boys like him, ones with eyes that couldn’t care less for women, happy. He began to believe in it more when he found out about Matthew. When Anna began acting as her most authentic self. But Thomas was not Matthew and certainly was not Anna. He knew he was softer. They were made of deepslate and adamas while Thomas was made of puddy and wool. He never thought he would be brave enough to love in a world that was so opposed to his love. Surely he could never find a man willing to risk it all for him. 

So he never expected this moment. He stood at home, under his parent’s roof, in front of his lover. His family was downstairs. They loved him. They loved the man that he loved. Life was difficult as a Shadowhunter’s life often was but he had found the most beautiful man and that most beautiful man was, inexplicably, his.  

“Thomas,” Alastair said in that soft fond voice only used when they were alone. “What are you thinking about?” 

It brought him back to the present. To the beautiful man in front of him, drowning in one of Thomas’ shirts which was entirely too big on him but only made him look ever lovelier. It was all he wore as well. If there were less people in this house and Thomas was a bit braver he would have made advancements already but he kept his cool. “You,” he said. “How lucky I am to have you.” 

Crimson bloomed on Alastair’s cheeks, drawing attention to his elegant cheekbones. By the Angel, he was gorgeous. Thomas could hold himself back no longer. He strode forward and embraced his lover with a strong kiss, hands on his lower back. 

Alastair made a noise of surprise but kissed back eagerly before drawing back. “Now what was that for?” 

“You look good in my clothes,” Thomas said, head dizzy as he turned his hungry gaze down his body. 

Alastair smacked him lightly. “Don’t start what you can’t finish. Your family is literally waiting for us to come down to have breakfast. Don’t make your parents regret having us spend the night together already.” 

Thomas conceded with a sigh. “Fine.” He pulled back to grab a pair of old pants of his for Alastair. “But as soon as they leave for the markets this afternoon.” He shot a meaningful stare at Alastair whose jaw fell open at the implication. 

“Fine by me,” he said once he finally got his breath back. “That sounds perfect.”��

Thomas gave him a smug smile. “Good. Let’s go then.”

[tommys-cant-swim]

Hi! I asked a lot earlier about a good mcyt for me while im in school, and i thought i should give an update!

I know this breed isnt in your expertise but i wanted to share what i had learned about them and a question near the end :)

I found an abandoned pair of Hermits (hermitcraft), a Doc and Ren. It took a lot of coaxing but once i had the Ren secured in my car (weakness for sweet food it seems), the Doc followed without resistance (just lots of glaring).

I took them to the vet, and they were relatively healthy all things considered. I wanted to try just fostering them, but fell in love with their charm.

Heres some quirks i've noticed:

-Doc has the tendency to try and dismantle any electronics nearby, this has resulted in my dedicating an entire room for them to stay in while im away so my poor coffee machine stays in tack.

-Ren does similar things, but with furniture. it seems they both want to create things from scratch so i have made a deal with a local thrift store to buy unfixable items for cheaper.

-Doc is SUPER independent, basically never comes up to me for pets, i would start using a machine feeder for him too but he would obviously just destroy it.

-Ren on the other hand is CLINGY, Doc doesnt seem to mind having him on his heels at all times, and i certainly dont mind the cuddles (even if he sometimes crushes my poor lungs.)

The pair seem quite happy, but im always watching for things i can improve :)

Now for my question!: Doc looks quite similar to a Sam, and I was concerned about potentially triggering some tommys trauma. Whats the relationship between Sams and Tommys like?

Doc is very respectful, but can be abrasive when annoyed (he also forgets his own size)

Picture of the babies!!:

Aww! Cute guys :) Tommys are generally alright with sams, as in, they aren't natural enemies. Though a particularly nervous tommy will get anxious around pretty much anything unfamiliar, plus, an easily annoyed mcyt (which it sounds like your doc might be?) rarely mixes well with a nervous tommy, since any time they get brave enough to release energy they get growled at. If you want a tommy, try to get a more resilient one, maybe an origins?

(Previous(I think))

[misqnon]

yeah i definitely liked sanuso more than i liked sanji. before... before i came to like sanji. i don't think i was rly an Actual Fan though. seeing fan content of sanji (shipping content included) is part of what made me grow to like him. so ur right that a ship i like with characters i dont like would make me grow to like the characters!!

tashigi and reiju is so insanely good.. theyre perfect for each other...

LMAO ISNT THAT PRICE A BIT STEEP?? nami moment

robin definitely would notice but it would have so much more impact to have luffy intervene imo?? he is probably the most important person to both of them (arguably true for all the crew) and also he just . idk hes emotionally intelligent. hes perceptive. people dont give him enough credit. luffy is not stupid!!!!

"he and robin can be similar and enies lobby is what made everyone love her more…" YEAH EXACTLY!!! there doesnt need to be a whole arc but just show us that he isnt JUST the cool guy. i need him to cry .... i need emotional vulnerability.. please oda ..... on my knees begging for this. PLEASE Oda...

"already there babes 🫡 just doing my part" thank u

"DID. DID THEY ACTUALLY CALL HIM TRACE HEATFIST IN THE 4KIDS DUB…ARE U SERIOUS RN…IVE NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE PLEASE SAY SIKE." YES THEY ACTUALLY DID. its a stupid change but HIS VOICE IS SO COOL... theres a scene where he and luffy meet on alabasta n luffy is like: hey, trace?! and trace is like "yours truly 😎😏🔥 hey luffy, whats up? 🔥🔥💪✨" and i fucking Fell In Love on first listen. i have the biggest . fattest crush on 4kids ace. why is he so suave. why is he so cool. pathetically showing my love for the worst dub's version of the best character

i was so relieved that luffy sounded different that i can forgive anything else. i don't care if the acting is worse...

AT A CHRISTIAN GALLERY???? ur so brave

"i will share embarrassing stories like my life depends on it"

(hoping i havent used this image before)

THE SPOTLIGHT ON SANJI.... THAT IS SO FUNNY...

"BUT IM TOO BUSY READING ONE PIECE" good point... reading both would be hard.. /gen

"lion…and wings…so u want to be a griffin 👁️" i did not realize this. but yes i GUESS I DO?? i like manticores and unicorns the most out of any fantasy creature but i could never be a manticore bc it means i keep my face.. and unicorn.... doesnt have cool paws... oh and i love dragons... i WOULD be a dragon but i would like to be like. fluffy.. i want to be fluffy..

"DIDN THE BEAT OUT ZORO IN THE POPULARITY POLLS ONE TIME" YEAH HE DID... i dont know maybe i just missed it?? there were a lot of ppl there... and my memory is kinda hazy.. i will be on the lookout for law next time i go to a con

"WRONG bangs my sanji gavel." I FORGOT U WERW THE SANJI MAGISTRATE..... please forgive me....

that is so cool 🥹

"also sanji’s love for mice/rats makes me fucking insane bc its the cutest thing on earth." I KNOW RIGJT... like hes a cook.. he should hate them... but he doesnt!!! hes super fond of them!!! because he had mice friends at the lowest point in his life!!!! GOD.. i also used to love mice so . thank u sanji. representing rodent lovers. im having too many moments lately where i relate to sanji.... former sanji hater becomes sanji

"SANJI LOVES MICE MORE THAN WOMEN CONFIRMED-" GENUINELY!!!

"they’re all expecting sanji to freak and kill them and then they walk in and he’s made them tiny stir fry and is calling them cutesy names." STOP THATS SUCH CUTE IMAGERY 😭😭😭 sanji would never hit a woman mouse.

"also all the fan content ive seen where ratatouille is his favorite movie. ANYONE CAN COOK!!!!! 😭" IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

"we turn a sad into a frrAAANKKYYYYYYYY" HSJDHS

"ROBIN WHYYY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OFFFF SHE IS INSANE. SHE’S SO WEIRD." IN HER DEFENSE, THEY WERE RIGHT THERE. HOW COULD SHE NOT... HOW COULD SHE NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT ....

"should i send some on discord as well. is that how i break the ice. images of sanji with his ass up in the air (my collection)" YES..... YES DO IT.... in return i will sned... uhmm... law!??

ok but sanji in glasses. even at the peak of my sanji hatred i begrudgingly admit that he was very attractive in those glasses...

LOOK AT HIM SOB... whole cake island was kinda his enies lobby emotional depth moment???

heres this loser

EAT

i have this sanji saved bc he looks so pathetic and sad

omg nooo how did choso get in here ...... noooo ...... that was a big accident.... completely an accident.... not on purpose at alll........

usopp out here converting more ppl to sanji likers than i am…smh. i do love the way sanji backs him up so often in canon tho, its very sweet

KNJKCDNA WAIT THE $5,000 A MONTH THING? I MEAN YES. BUT DO YOU KNOW THE YE OLDE TUMBLR JOKE IM REFERENCING? DO U REMEMBER COMMUNISMKILLS…THAT AWFUL TUMBLR USER THAT THEN WAS LIKE “i’ll shut up if u pay me $5000 a month” actually deranged and iconic. here’s a post about it

the entire crew IS important to both of them but arguably he is the only person on the crew they would listen to in a situation like that is luffy yea. he’s the mutual friend that they both love deeply and loves both of them deeply even tho they hate (“hate”) each other. AND he’s emotionally intelligent and wise!! yea!!

joining u in the begging for sad zoro. campaigning for abusing zoro in the next chapters. ready to make this meme real

NOT TRACE HEATFIST…his voice did seem cool tho ur right. i like to imagine he speaks with the emojis like you typed them. (“how are you saying that out loud-”) is the crush only on 4kids ace specifically..sorry sorry TRACE. IS IT ONLY FOR TRACE

I WANT TO STEAL ALL THESE REACTION IMAGES HAHAHA

WAIT IS IT A SPOTLIGHT. I THOUGHT THEY HAD TRAPPED HIM UNDER A CUP LIKE A BUG KJAFHBdiwjnwd

dragons. [breathes in] dude i love dragons so fucking much. i watched that documentary animal planet or discovery made where they said dragons lived in the prehistoric time with t rex and shit and BELIEVED IT FOR SO LONG. also obsessively played httyd games on the internet and other Dragon Themed Things. and i had legend of spyro: a new beginning for the gamecube and it was like my first ever video game i owned myself that wasnt a hand me down and i beat it literally 9+ times…after 9 i stopped keeping track..i loved spyro and CYNDER so much. CYNDER WAS SO COOL. THAT WHOLE GAME WAS SO COOL. just last year i started playing flight rising (but i fell off lmao)

“former sanji hater becomes sanji” KJSDBDNKJSN YEAH relating to sanji is half of why i love him. and the amount i relate to him is. way far more than i thought i would ever relate to. the pervert stereotype anime character of any given show. so mad…but also i love him a lot 😭 has become a bit of a comfort character for me UNFORTUNATELY…but i relate to his passion and his low self esteem and his self sacrificial nature and his (percieved) gender issues and even his stupid easy-to-fall-in-love shtick. god. anyways

MICE > WOMEN ‼️‼️‼️CONFIRMED

I WANT TO PUT THE SANJI FEEDING MICE AND THE CREW IS CONFUSED SCENE IN A FIC SO BAD BUT I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK ATM 😭

“sanji would never hit a woman mouse.” sanji vs. minnie mouse his hardest battle yet

ROBIN….ROBIN 😭 I WILL CONDONE ALL HER ACTIONS BC I LOVE HER BUT SHES SO STRANGE 😭

SANJI ASS IN THE AIR COMING UR WAY

dude. thank you for saying that bc. when sanji had those fucking glasses on as mr. prince in alabasta. i was simping just a little bit. and mad about it.

AND ALSO UM??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS?? STOP BEING PRETTY???

this outfit was gay as hell by the way. like how am i supposed to believe that is a fuly straight man-

“whole cake island was kinda his enies lobby emotional depth moment???” it 1000% was down to him leaving the crew and needing to be rescued and learn to love himself and live for himself. robin and sanji are my two favorite strawhats and GOD THE SIMILARITIES ARE BRUISING. have u seen that post where its drawings of each of the strawhat “rescue teams” of arlong park, enies lobby, and whole cake?

law 1: edgy. flipping u off. deranged. a bit evil looking. kinda hot

law 2: naptime. flourishing. in his lane. never done wrong in his life. thats just a guy

“EAT” KJDBVSDAJBCJDA

NOOO THAT SANJI IMAGE GENUINELY MAKES ME SO SAD BUT HE ALSO LOOKS SO SO PATHETIC 😭 SOPPING WET CAT OF A MAN

HI CHOSO. IDK U BUT I LIKE UR HAIR. HI

here are a couple more one piece memes i have collected. i will be sending u a discord message...soon

[persephoneflouwers]

Hii, this is the long post anon, thanks for replying when you could ☺️ im not ready to dedicate much of time to the fandom again, i used to actively blog before 2016 but i then was having hard time wrapping my head around much of what was happening at the time, especially after the yacht gate from hell happened, that should have tipped me off as to how his solo career would be shaping but instead of trusting my gut i trusted a white man (jk 😂) I kind of fell out of touch with most of my fandom friends bc we all distanced ourselves a bit from the fandom, so it was kinda hard for me to go through ho and revival of babygate alone, this is quickly turning into me-story but i felt like i found a safe place again in the fandom with your blog and some other blogs here so first thanks for that, second if i ever find a time to be here more actively i would definitely like to talk with you in private, much appreciated your opinions, thanks for being brave enough to share them on your space as well. hope to talk again. -C

I teared up reading this because you know… looking back, you feel like a fool and think “my god, the signs of where things were going were literally there and I just ignored them because of ✨hope✨”.

And also, I don’t feel brave but I feel very humbled to know there are some people that find comfort in reading thoughts that don’t really align with the general overview. It makes me feel less lonely, less of a black sheep and even less of a bad person, because I know sometimes i come across intimidating and aggressive when my opinions were very intransigent.

I hope life treats you well, C! It is hard sometimes, but there are so many little beautiful things everyday that deserve to be appreciated by people with delicate hearts <3

I’ll be waiting to hear from you!

[spricket-central]

sprickets, as a species, arent exactly known for being outgoing. their claim to fame (or infamy) is their ability to jump 3 feet high when startled, often in the direction of the dismayed human observer, in a rather successful attempt to frighten the perceived threat before making their hasty escape. theyre spring-loaded little balls of anxiety incarnate.

Applesauce made the average spricket look brave in comparison.

i first met Applesauce when one night, upon entering my bedroom, i saw a large nymph on my bed.

i did what i typically do whenever i find a spricket in my apartment: i caught her, put her in a temporary enclosure i keep handy, and set her up with some food with the intent of keeping her for 24 hours before sending her on her way. i always like sharing a little applesauce (her namesake) with these houseguests, as its easy to eat, hydrating, and full of sugar, which can be life saving for a starving, dehydrated traveler.

Applesauce seemed to be doing okay, thankfully! she was missing a jumping leg, but she had energy and an appetite.

i hadnt intended to keep her at first. i was already caring for 5 sprickets, 3 of which were female, and that was more than enough for me, but the combination of her age and her missing limb interested me for research reasons, as she was still young enough to molt at least one more time, hypothetically giving her a chance to regenerate the lost leg... so i decided to make her a member of the family! for science, of course... uh... not because i fell in love with that darling face or anything..... /s

but that family was going to shrink soon.

less than a week after catching Applesauce, my girl Poppyseed, who i had raised from an egg, died. it was a devastating loss, and im ashamed to admit that i think the care of my other sprickets suffered for it. only a month later, her partner Bagel, who id had for almost a year, also passed. i also seemed to have a sort of "revolving door" of found hatchlings, for whom the mortality rate was grim. its a fragile age, and most didnt live long enough to even get names. one who did live long enough, an absolute molecule of a bug named Tofu, ended up not pulling through. of all the nymphs i cared for during Applesauce's lifetime, only one is still living (and thriving! his name is Sesame and, while hes still very small, he's grown so much at the time of writing).

things were rough. Applesauce, along with two other nymphs of similar age in my care, Dirt and Loofah, were all still in the small enclosures id put them in upon capture, which were smaller than i like to keep sprickets their age in.

still, Applesauce was deeply loved, and she continued to grow!

but my god, this little girl was shy.

as ive already said, sprickets are fearful creatures, and nymphs are perhaps doubly so, but Applesauce still stood out in just how shy she was. it was so, so rare to see her anywhere other than hiding in one of her tubes, squished as tightly against its walls as she could manage as she tried to make herself as close to invisible as possible. getting a good look at her was a rare event, and i was grateful whenever i was able to see her sweet little face.

when she had her final molt, i was so excited! she was still missing her leg, in the end. i think perhaps the two molts she had in my care just werent enough to regenerate a lost limb, but i was looking forward to seeing her settle into her final markings, and more importantly, her personality.

when sprickets fully mature, ive noticed, their unique personalities really begin to shine through, as the anxieties of nymph-hood ease up a bit. theyre not devoid of character as nymphs, but adulthood is when i feel i truly get to know them as individuals. it doesnt happen immediately, of course, and Applesauce was no exception to this trend; she remained very shy after her final molt. still, i was excited to see how age would affect her temperament, and i was feeling hopeful as i watched her test out the new hiding places id provided for her in her (much overdue) larger, upgraded tank.

but Applesauce wouldnt end up living much longer. less than a week after moving into her new tank, she suddenly died.

i have no idea what her cause of death was. i hadnt noticed any signs of ill health until only the night before her passing, in the same way as sprickets tend to suddenly decline before dying of old age... but she was young! she was supposed to have so many more months left to live and explore and relax!

i cant help but blame myself for what happened. i have no evidence that poor care was a factor in her early death; she was well fed, and while her tank was smaller than what id have preferred, she had places to hide and move about and climb, but i just feel like i didnt give her my best, and that wasnt fair to her.

im sorry, Applesauce. i wish i could have done better for you. i wish you could have had the chance to grow more confident and spunky with age, and that i could have had the joy of watching you live out that life. even if you had remained just as shy throughout those months, id have loved you all the same. because you were you! you're my precious little Applesauce, and thats all that matters to me.

i cant turn back time and change the past. I'll never know why youre life was cut so short, but i hope that you were comfortable during our time together, no matter how much i feel i could have treated you better. in the end, you were safe, and i hope that, despite how guarded you were, there were still moments where you truly did feel at peace with your surroundings.

i love ya, Apple. youll always be the apple of my eye. 💚

Applesauce

4/18/2024 (caught) - 6/9/2024

[ardensregias]

That hc of 'your man'!!!!!!! Great,just so good,too good have a fic inspired by it. Can you please,please do a fic with alhaitham,and Dr. Ratio inspired by this one? Pleaaaaase,i want to see Alhaitham and Ratio being so oblivious of their behavior towards reader until the point they do notice and realize that they have feelings for reader and cant take it anymore and confess? Pleaseee Im begging you🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

of course <3 i'm sorry this took so long 😔😔 both are hinted to confess but the reader didn't accept or reject them.

reader is a nameless for veritas, and an assistant for alhaitham, both are gender neutral!

— veritas ratio

he's always thought highly of himself, that no one could reach his level. the doctor was also brave enough to diss even the members of the genius society, so... what changed?

ever since he gains access to the astral express' parlor car, there are two things that improved his visit: first, the archive. second, you.

you frequent the archive room whenever you're back from a mission, using dan heng's bed as your personal reading space. that was also how you two met—you leisurely manspreading on the bed with the blankets over your lap, with stack of books beside the bed.

his first impression was: why do you live like that? i like to think that veritas probably hates a messy environment, especially for studying and reading (i personally think he's a clean freak), but he decides to not disturb you and went ahead to use the data banks.

although veritas said he prefers reading physical books, he can't help but hop on the train more frequently. the scholar enjoys the peaceful atmosphere in the archive, with no idiots in sight.

and you still visit the place quite often, so veritas finds it awkward if you two are just... sitting there in silence, and he begins to chat with you.

he'll asks about what books are you reading and listen to you ramble about topics that you love. maybe if they're something he's well-versed at, he will offer you some random facts about it.

veritas finds you interesting, as he starts to pick up on your habits and stuff you do unconsciously. he doesn't usually took interest in anyone easily, yet here he is, silently staring at you instead of focusing on his notes.

he observes the way you scroll through the data banks, how you flip the pages of your books, and even the way your eyelids grew heavy the longer you read. before it could fell and get crumpled, the doctor would pick up the book in your hands and place it back where it belongs—no, totally not because he cares for you, he just doesn't want the book to tear apart, that's all.

the other nameless have noticed his 'softer' actions towards you, for example: march caught him placing the blanket over your sleeping figure when he was staying at the archive, and himeko saw how veritas' gaze was on you for the entire time you were thinking of which chess piece you wanted to move.

but one day, when veritas (surprisingly) did not come to visit the archive, you decide to have dan heng read with you, maybe sharing one book together and have your shoulder rubbing together? or have him read the story aloud as you drift off to sleep? whatever it is, the sight doesn't make veritas happy in the slightest.

when he caught you two all huddled on the bed, your head leaning on dan heng's shoulder comfortably, not even his alabaster head could conceal the anger rising to his face.

so you know what he did? he sits beside you and move your head to his shoulder instead, pettily glaring at dan heng. he doesn't want to see you cuddling with others but him now, and veritas knows he has to show you just how much better he could be.

— al-haitham

he loves to be alone, don't get him wrong. but the work of a scribe is starting to look not-so-simple and alhaitham is forced to hire a secretary—you!

your relationship was pure business. no chatter, not even small talks—a small 'good morning' and 'good evening' are all you could get from him before he puts that noise canceling headphones back on. if you told your friend that you work with him, they'll start sighing and patting you on the back.

if you happen to did something wrong, the scribe simply sighs and points out the mistakes before giving the work back to you. no yelling or tearing down the papers—as he believes that you're competent enough. if you aren't, why would the akademiya picks you to work with him?

his uncaring and aloof attitude annoy you sometimes, but it's also nice to not get have a boss that yells at you for every small mistake you made, and since this job is one that pays well, you decide to endure it.

seeing as you have improved, alhaitham will begin to let you handle more work than usual, and he surprisingly cares enough to left a note and a box of lunch for you! the note says that you can take a few breaks and to not forget to eat. and when your friends happen to find out, they'll start losing their minds over alhaitham's 'favoritism', shaking your shoulders and telling you that it was the strangest news they've heard up until now.

you brushed your friends' words off, yet alhaitham is actually starting to be more attentive to you—as you notice that he starts to leave the lunch more frequently, and he begins to talk to you more, even about the small things like your favorite book and whether you had a good sleep last night.

until one day, the lack of sleep and fatigue are catching up to you, leaving you unable to work for a day or two. you had asked your friend to tell alhaitham, but the longer they took, the more worried you get. what if he decides to fire you? the idea of sleeping beneath the akademiya's bridge did not sound appealing at all.

to your surprise, it's not your friend who came back, it's the stoic scribe, and what's even more surprising is the fact that he has a bag of medicine and fruits with him. what's gotten into him? this has like, 1% chance of happening, but here he is.

"i've heard from your friend about your ill condition." he breaks the silence, awkwardly placing the bag down before taking a seat on a chair near you, "i wish you a fast recovery."

he still spoke with that usual flat and uncaring tone, yet you know that getting those words out of him would require him to like you first, and it almost made you proud for a moment.

"will you... let me take care of you? i'd hate to see my assistant sick," he adds, reaching for the bag he brought earlier to reveal a box of porridge, "it has been a hassle to handle all those work alone," he almost sounds shy, as if he's hiding his true feelings.

truthfully, he is hiding his feelings for you. he did not realize the love gnawing on his heart, and he only managed to acknowledge it recently—thus the gifts appearing in your desk. yet he knew better than to confess now, as you're still sick and you'll probably would not believe him. he's content with waiting, just a little longer, and in the meantime, he will try to get closer to you.

[dearmailman]

HELLO AGAIN! ✨

Sorry to keep buggin you, but im very secretive about the fact that im an age regressor, so i cant happy vent to any of my friends irl about it 😳

But! I was venting to a friend about my sensory issues because they were very bad today, and they said "awe i would love to hold you like a little baby until you fell asleep ):"

They said that!! Without knowin my little secret! (Pun intended)

It shocked me at first, but i feel very happy! I cant wait to get back home to my friends!

Have a good day/night!

-✨ anon

Hello neighbor!

I'm a little late replying, but I'm mighty proud of you for being brave enough to share such a big part of yourself, love! I'm so darn happy your friends were nice about it. That's such a cute, sweet comment from your friend, too! Being held and cradled like a baby can be real helpful when it comes to meltdowns or sensory troubles, putting you somewhere safe and warm with that gentle pressure...

I hope your friends continue to be kind and true to you always, neighbor!

Love,

Eddie💌

[xxcynicalxcuriosityxx]

It’s getting late and Im not gonna be able to sleep. I don’t even want to sleep because every time I do, I dream of you again and it hurts me to the core. It hurts to wake up and realize that this was just a dream, that none of it was real. I’d like to believe that perhaps our souls really met in the dream but I can never know for sure. It’s this uncertainty that I hate. Not knowing if it’s just my own illusion or if there is more to this life than the physical reality. But the universe knows I’ve missed you. And I will always miss you.. There is no remedy for how much I miss your voice, your touch, your smile, your laugh, your brown eyes. No amount of time can take away that longing to see your face, to be able to hug you and tell you how deeply sorry I am. No matter how great the distance is between us, it can never truly break the bond we once shared. There is no cure. You weren’t just a lover, you were also my best friend, my closest spiritual companion, my person my bebegorl and you will remain in my heart forever.

My words cannot do my grief any justice. I could write a book and you would still never know how I feel. Knowing that you won’t tell me what’s going on with you knowing that you prefer to be my secret friend knowing that you might even hate me, is just suffocating me to the point of insanity. My voice is screaming inside, begging for you to hear me out and just listen. My hands are pounding on the walls of the prison in my mind. I want to break free. I’m desperate to get out. My love for you is suffocating me, so much that it has manifested as a physical illness. Each thought of you brings tremendous pain. I can’t breathe and bare your loss. I am not strong enough. I’m not brave enough to live.

There are days when I manage to hold on to some kind of hope the kind that everything will be okay in the end and this isn’t our end and then there are days when I don’t mind having a disease that could be a potential cause of death. What else could liberate me from being in love with you? For a while I was doing quite well. you appeared in my dream and kissed me a few days ago, and I woke up feeling the feelings for you all over again. The same way I fell in love with you 8 years ago. Why do I keep falling in love with you in my dreams? I didn’t even like you in the beginning You seemed like a player to me, scratch that you were a player you came off as arrogant and well-aware of how attractive you were to all the girls. I thought you were so proud of yourself. I even laughed at thinking of how you could get all the girls, but surely not me. I would not fall for your charms so I thought. But look at me now – the biggest fool of all. How is that possible?

The saddest part of it all is that we probably won’t end up together. You will live your life on the wild side you’ll get your shit together and just live for you me lol I will settle I will marry someone else, maybe travel and live a meaningless life without you. I will live a life like a person lost in the desert, thirsty and desperately searching for an oasis to fulfill me. This desert will be endless and bleak. My soul is empty without you. There is nothing. Absolutely nothing. How could you abandon me in this desert and forget me so easily? How could you love me more than anyone, make all these promises, How could you let confusion separate us? Why didn’t you fight for me? How did you give up so easily?

All I wanted was to be with you. All I wanted was to sit with you and feel your arms around me. I loved you SO much

I’m sorry I was nothing but a bringer of trouble and pain. I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to lose you. I never wanted to say goodbye. I wanted to stay and make love with you every night. I wanted to be your wife someday.

I wish I could turn back time and change everything. I wish I could make things right. Don’t you miss me after all this time? Don’t you want to hear my voice again, feel my face one more time? Don’t you feel the same?

I still think of our moments together. I remember every sensation, every detail and the excitement of our rushing hearts and our trembling, nervous touching, kissing, holding. The touch of your skin is so vivid in my mind. Your lips against mine was the epitome of bliss. You drove me crazy and I would’ve done anything for you.

I cry every day because I miss you. It hurts so much. It’s so excruciatingly painful to have memories of you that will never fade.

If only you were here.. If only I could run to you. Where are you? I miss those good old days when we were just getting to know each other, when we couldn’t control ourselves and gave ourselves into love. I loved being your girlfriend. You were the most amazing thing in my life. The best thing that ever happened to me. I will never forget the day we first met. Well “met” we talked for hours about everything and nothing I truly believed that you were the one. I knew it the moment I fell on top of you on the bed and we locked eyes I knew I didn’t know when or why or even how but I knew. You were gonna wreck me change me forever. You did Ironically,I loved you first. You adored me secretly and now I am the one longing for you from afar.The truth is I have always admired you.. You were everything I ever wanted.I tried so hard to live up to what I thought was your standards, to your expectations of me.

I wish so badly that you would find it in your heart to forgive me. Please, forgive me for whatever happened, for whatever has happened that made you turn away from me. We went From texting and calling and Snapchat ..to texting and Snapchat ..to Snapchat ..to radiate ..to tumblr we’ve slowly but surly grown apart and it wasn’t me this time you grew out of me you started talking less to now barley at all while Iv remained hoping and wishing for your return

I hate how we ended. I hate this silence, tension and pain. I wish from the bottom of my heart that there would be peace between us. That even though you don’t want me I could still have my best friend I love you but I’d rather have you in my life as a best friend then nothing at all because of my feelings

I pray that somehow you will hear the words I want to say, because I miss your presence more than anything. Your absence tortures me. It torments me every second of the day. How I miss you.. How much I miss us.. How it hurts to miss you. I must have done something horrible to you in a past life, to suffer so painfully, to receive no mercy to sit and let life torture me with your absence.

I’m crying now writing this as I have always known that you were and you will always be the love of my life. My soulmate. The keeper of my whole heart. Nothing will change that nobody can replace you or even compare to you.

I just I wish you could understand or just open up and tell me what your thinking or feeling so I could understand you but I know that’s not on the table

I will love you, and I will miss you, until the end of my life, and even in death I will still love you.. just as strongly as I do now..

no matter what, Forever yours ..

Tay

[boimlerkisser]

Also thinks about how me and Rex's first anniversary is at the end of this month 😳😳💖💖💖

[pepprs]

ok u know what im gonna say it. stuff like humans of new york and chicken soup for the soul is the coolest shit in the whole world and honestly my dream job is like . going around and collecting those kinds of stories and finding creative ways 2 share them w other ppl like that 😔

[juliethebibliophile]

Gotta love it when my parents prove to me time and time again that I cant ever be honest with them.

[dumb-coward]

Dear Minors, what are you doing here? Get lost >:( Yea you! Get!

Warning to everyone. I very rarely tag so bewray of post that you may not like

Fair warning. I get very obsessive if we interact so be careful.

Who is this dummy?

Just call me Vesper

I am a sub who was here to worship both my Mummy and Master (@consensualdomination). Now I kinda do my own little things~ But honestly I discovered hypnosis & mind control when I was a wee kid and when I grew up there was a kink to it. Which I fell into immediately.

Feeling brave enough. Asian Singaporean porn :3

DNI:

Cismen who beg for pictures/claiming.

TERFS

Things I enjoy (I do not label these so if you don't like em please don't follow me)

Degradation

Hypnosis

Dumbmification

Body Writing (You can send me asks on what to write if you want)

Worship

Praise

Breeding

CNC (If you don't know what that means, consensual non-consent)

If you decide to push past any limits I swear, I will block you. If you act weird and creepy also I'm gone. If you try to hypnotize me without my consent I will blast you.

If you want to chat just ask me in asks.

Limits

Knife play (Not because I'm afraid of my blood running down my throat but because of my dumb medical condition that might not stop the blood from flowing)

Spit

Food play

Feedirism

Pedophiles

vomit

piss play

Sharing personal photos (Begging and degrading me for them won't get anything more than me being very annoyed)

Calling me things like trash, or referring to me as anymore than garbage. I like being degraded but not to the extent of this.

Oviposition (Pls. I'll cry. Dont)

Gaslighting me.

Still learning about different kinks so this might expand

Bimbofication without consent (Only people I trust can play around with this)

B***i.

Other stuff

like any other human being I also enjoy things that don't have anything to do with being horny. So, deal with it. (e.g. Digimon, cats, other stuff)

(I am aware of the spelling error but its so stupid Im leaving it wrong)