#in the tags!!! >> 1044+

[moonpaw]

thinking about how the island where luffy was raised is called Dawn Island and how he embarks from it and 2 years later we’re at Wano where people have been waiting for the Dawn for a very long time and Luffy is here to bring it

[cantagirldrawinpeace]

Beat Loudly, Heartbeat!

(Click for better quality pleeeeeease 😭)

Guys I got to Gear 5 I am so feral

Like I heard it was good but holy shit.

Anyway

Here’s these

[sualne]

the sun

[dbphantom]

does a magical girl transformation sequence but at the end I just look like this:

[acquaporina]

[chenziee]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Ahh omg this is so sweet, thank you so much, Irene!! ❤❤

Until We Drown - second part of my ace!lulaw omegaverse where Luffy goes into a rut and everyone suffers (the begging needs editing but I still love it xD)

Ash - third part of my Ashes of Life series (AKA the vivre card series) about Law having Luffy's vivre card--during chapter 1044/episode 1071 and the aftermath of that <3

Corazon - I wrote this one for the @/opwarlordzine and it's basicly "Doffy starts turning up to shichibukai meetings because of Law and Tsuru is Not Getting Paid Enough For That™". Writing Doffy was such a challenge but I'm really proud of how it came out :D

Own it, change it, break it - this is an Orochi-centric piece that I wrote for the Justice Anthology (you can still download the zine for free here, btw!) It's a little bit different from what I usually write but I like the atmosphere of it :)

Bringing Dawn - would it really be me if there wasn't a single outsider POV? No. No it wouldn't. In Pedro's POV, it's mostly about Luffy but I also made Law come to WCI just because I could so you know there's some cute lawlu too <3

Honorable mention to this little unhinged Nika drabble (mind the warnings please!) <3

If this was a few weeks later, i'd probably include two of my @/truffyfest fics but I can't out mine yet xD

[hauntingblue]

Try not to make fights between two women look homoerotic challenge level impossible

[lorillee]

What is tcbscans?

they're a scanlation team! they take the japanese raws for some mangas, scan them, clean them up, translate them, and post them for the public. you can go on their site, onepiecechapters.com, to see which ones theyre doing, but their main ones are jjk, bnha, and one piece.

if youre wondering how they get the chapters before they've been released to the american side given that the release date for the chapters is sunday both in japan and worldwide, it's because the physical magazines get sent out to stores, and some stores will put them up for sale before sunday. so people buy those magazines, scan them, send them to tcb, and the scanlation process begins!

[ogoatsuyuuta]

Gigante Fleur🌸

[writesailingdreams]

Informed that these gifs were stolen from here. I have since deleted it, but this is a heads up to anyone else who comes across the former or reblogged it before I deleted it.

ETA: considering now it was presumptuous of me to make a post about this; also, is linking to gifs I want ppl to avoid a sensible thing to do?

[kermit-coded]

God Bless This Perfect Shitstorm (I Hope That It Takes Me With It) (1044 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riz Gukgak & Sklonda Gukgak, The Bad Kids & Riz Gukgak Characters: Riz Gukgak Additional Tags: Poverty, food insecurity, Aromantic Asexual Riz Gukgak, Riz Gukgak-centric, Riz Gukgak Needs a Hug, Campaign 01 Season 03: Fantasy High Junior Year (Dimension 20), Stream of Consciousness, Inner Dialogue, Mentioned Sklonda Gukgak, Mentioned The Bad Kids (Dimension 20), Riz Gukgak has ADHD, Internalized Acephobia, Burn Out, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Fantasy Racism, Character Study, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, author is projecting, author is aromantic, Grief/Mourning, Queer Themes, Canon Asexual Character, Good Parent Sklonda Gukgak Series: Part 6 of teenagers scare the livin' shit outta me Summary: Riz and inadequacy.

[winterbanner]

Temporary (Steven Grant x Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend's sleeping habits are strange to say the least, leaving him apprehensive to let you stay the night.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Nervous!Steven

Word Count: 1044

Warnings: This portrayal of DID is not intending to be accurate as I am not a mental health professional, Sad!Steven, Sleepwalking

A/N: I am once again back after a leave of absence to present you with angst. You're welcome :)

The soft hum of Gus’s tank replaced the silence that hung in the air. The light illuminating from his tank, shining off the layers of sand at the foot of the bed. Steven stood before you, his hands wrining in uncertainty as he witnessed you perched upon his bed. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind staying?”, he asked quietly, his eyes wide with anticipation. You smiled softly, causing the tension to visibly release from his muscles, his shoulders relaxing in its wake. 

“Steven, of course I dont mind. I want to stay”, You responded before ushering him to sit next to you on the bed, the ankle cuffs lying atop the comforter. He obliged, but not before taking one last glance to the front door, his eyes scanning to ensure that each and every lock was in place. He found his way to the other side of the bed, his body shifting onto the mattress awkwardly, his mind still racing with hesitancies. 

“Are you positive?”, Steven questioned, his hand reaching out to grasp yours. “Because you know I have my sleeping problems and I-” 

“Shhh”, you interrupted, your hand giving his a tight squeeze. “It’s okay sweetheart. I love you and I’m here to stay.” The nickname caused his cheeks to turn pink, his eyes cast shyly  downward, as he shifted to join you under the covers. 

You felt a warmth settle in your chest as his large hands reached out to pull you closer, your bodies nestled snuggly against one another under the peaceful guise of nighttime. It was an unfamiliar feeling, the weight of his body pressed against you, his breath on your skin. 

Despite your five months of dating, Steven had been extremely uncertain about the idea of you spending the night. He was terrified of scaring you off, of you discovering his strange sleeping habits and leaving him in the dust. It had taken months of convincing, but finally you won him over. 

You finally convinced him you weren’t temporary. 

So, there you were, reaping the benefits from the cause you had sown; his shackled legs tangled with your own. Slowly, but surely, you could feel the tension dissipate from his body, his form melting into the mattress more and more with each passing moment. 

“This is nice.” He whispered. “Goodnight Darling.” 

Before you even got the chance to respond he was out cold. His breathing steady and his mind finally at peace. 

______________________

The clock on his bedside table shone the time 3:02 AM in bright red numbers as the feeling of a shift in the mattress disturbed your peaceful slumber.  It was accompanied by jangling of cuffs, and quiet yet frustrated murmuring. It took you a moment to come to your senses, the sheets beside you growing cold in Steven’s absence. After a few moments your eyes opened to the sound of footsteps, a quiet tiptoeing that grew farther and farther away from the bed and closer to the door. Immediately, you jumped up from the bed in a panic, your eyes searching to ensure that Steven hadn’t left. 

This wouldn’t be the first time you had to go and search for him at such an ungodly hour, the streets empty, cold and unforgiving, leaving Steven to freeze. He had called you in a panic, his voice wavering under the threat of tears. It scared the shit out of you, seeing that far-off look in his eye as he got into the passenger seat of your car, miles away from the safety of his bed. You didn’t understand how someone could manage to do that; to walk miles through the streets of London all while still in a deep sleep. You worried for his safety, his state so vulnerable as he aimlessly wandered alleyways and street-corners under the darkness of night. 

Now there you were, faced with his sleep-walking form, his hands fumbling with the locks on the door, his voice in conversation whilst mimicking an accent that wasn’t his own. 

“Steven?” You questioned causing him to freeze in his tracks, his eyes wide with surprise. 

“Steven!” You shouted once again, before making your way closer to his frozen form. You reached out and touched his arm. 

“Come back to bed sweetheart. Come on.” 

He refused to look at you, his actions seeming to display some sort of frustration. 

“Wake up baby. Come on, let’s go back to sleep.” 

He grew unnaturally still, his eyes cast down onto wooden floor below, a deep sigh exiting his chest. Then, as if with the flip of a switch, Steven came back to reality. His eyes frantically taking in his surroundings, his eyes welling up with tears as he finally turned to face you. 

“I’m so sorry Darling.” He croaked, his hands shaking in fear.  “I didn’t mean to scare. I’m so sorry I-” 

You wrapped him up in a hug, allowing him to take refuge in the nape of your neck. He held on tightly, his body pressed impossibly close to your own. 

“Please don’t go.” He whispered, his voice breaking under the weight of his tears, causing your heart to split in two. 

“I’m not going anywhere I promise. It’s okay sweetheart. It’s okay.”

You pulled away slightly to cup his face in your hands. You used your thumbs to wipe his tears, before he leaned forward to kiss your lips, his arms remaining wrapped tightly around you. 

After a few moments he turned around to fix the locks on the door, before taking your hand and following you back to bed. This time he laid his head on your chest, your arms wrapped around his middle. You rubbed his back until you felt his body begin to relax, before placing a gentle kiss to his hairline. 

“Thank you so much.” He whispered, his hands tightly gripping your shirt, as if he was afraid something was going to come and take him away. 

“I’m here, get some sleep. You’re safe. I won’t let you go anywhere.” 

And with that Steven felt at ease, a sense of security relieving his shaking body. You weren’t leaving and neither was he; this wasn’t temporary. 

[dbphantom]

i saw your tags :]

oh fuck

here take this

[ao3feed-sambucky]

First to Fall

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nlYztFc by Writer_Lethogica Bucky meets a handsome dreamboat named Sam under some strange circumstances. He thinks it went well, though. EXCERPT: Why was Bucky holding a steering wheel? This really wasn't the best way to introduce himself to a fella, especially a hunk of heartbreak like this one. Bucky, amongst the chaos and screaming, did his best to put the steering wheel back on. It. Did not pop back into the car like a Lego. Wait. What was a Lego? Why did Bucky know that word? Bucky wasn't going to think about that. Bucky was also not going to think about the fact that he had dropped the steering wheel and that the steering wheel was somewhere on the ground in that car that was still driving somewhere. "Sorry about that," said Bucky to the gorgeous fella, wondering why he sounded muffled for some reason, "Are you rationed?" "Push him! Push him out!" yelled - oh, there was a redhead in the back, "While he's distracted!" Words: 1044, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 46 of SamBucky One-Shots Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, POV Bucky Barnes, Meet-Cute, more like, Meet-Ugly, Crack Treated Seriously, Dorks in Love, Love at First Sight, Bucky Absolutely Gone for Sam read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nlYztFc

[ao3feed-zukka]

Midnight Sun

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/IZEpJ98 by Neld Sokka has Ulterior Motives for bringing the Fire Lord home for the holidays. Notes: Written for takatohedgehog in the atlasecretsanta contest. Originally posted on Livejournal in 2010. Words: 1044, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Neld's Livejournal ATLA Fics Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar) Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Aang/Katara (Avatar) Additional Tags: Fluff, Gift Fic, Post-Canon, Fire Lord Zuko Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/IZEpJ98

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Joyeux Noël

Ship: Gaston Legume x Kruk Von Lisse

Word Count: 1044

Summary: Some Christmassy vibes with Gaston. :0) Kruk puts up decorations, Gaston "helps." CWs for Christmas themes throughout, animal death mentions/references (trophies).

Tag List: @canongf @dudefrommywesterns @futurewife

Winter had descended upon the village and Noёl cheer sparkled in every home. While Gaston and LeFou went out to pick a tree, Kruk remained at Gaston’s home, putting up decorations by himself. He knew they’d be gone for a while as Gaston would be demanding only the best, so he indulged in taking his time with the little details. He hummed a carol he had heard the night before as he laid out a fresh, festive tablecloth and adorned the window sills with candles and branches of holly.

He knew Gaston likely wouldn’t acknowledge the hard work he was putting in, but at least he’d be happy when his peers began fawning over the intricate decorations. He was sorting out a small chest of baubles when the front door opened behind him, letting in a brief but terrible chill. He straightened up and turned, dusting off his hands.

“Gaston. Have you found a tree?” They glanced at the grandfather clock against the wall as he had arrived a bit earlier than expected.

“I told LeFou to keep looking, I wanted to come back and see what you’d done with the place,” Gaston hummed, but he didn’t look around to take in the decorations… his stony eyes were simply locked on Kruk.

“Yes, well,” Kruk waved their hand toward their work. “Have a look, then. It’s all pretty much done, just waiting on that tree.” He glanced up at the upper parts of the walls. “Could do with some garlands, where there aren’t trophies.”

Gaston nodded, rubbing his chin and following their gaze. “You did promise you wouldn’t try to make them more ‘festive,’ didn’t you?”

Kruk folded his arms and scoffed. “What, the deer heads? Yes, Gaston, I promised I wouldn’t touch them, as per your request. No le père Noël caps for them, as tempting as it is.”

“Oh, don’t act so disappointed, little dove.” Gaston grinned, pinching their chin. “You know how important they are to me. Now, I’d like to see those garlands you’ve been talking about up by the time I get back, comprendre? LeFou has surely found a tree by now.” With that, he turned and left before Kruk could reprimand him for his bossiness. They shook their head and considered the blank walls once more. Trouble was, they lacked the height needed for such a task, and Gaston didn’t own any footstools. He could use a dining chair, but that would mean dragging it across the floor every time he had to move down a little and put in a new nail for the garland to hang on. He could go back to his own house and retrieve his own footstool, but knowing his luck Gaston would be back by the time he picked it up. Perturbed, he knew he’d just have to wait until Gaston got back.

When he did, LeFou was pulling most of the weight of the large and handsome tree they brought back.

“What did I say about the garlands, Von Lisse??” Gaston asked, irritated.

“I couldn’t find them, sorry. You can help me look after we set up the tree,” Kruk smoothed over, stepping over to help LeFou with the load. It took all three of them to get it properly set up in the corner of the living room. Kruk and LeFou did most of the decorating while Gaston set his clothes to dry by the fire and poured himself warm cider. Between the two of them, barely half of the tree could be covered, as they couldn’t reach the higher branches.

“Ta-da!” LeFou panted, gesturing to the unfinished work and fumbling for praise, “isn’t it beautiful?”

“For some people’s standards, I’m sure,” Kruk added under his breath, still attempting to place a bauble just out of reach. Gaston rose from his chair.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

“What are you--??”

Without warning, Gaston had wrapped his thick arms around Kruk’s middle and hoisted him up so he could reach the upper part of the tree. Blushing furiously, they momentarily froze, completely caught off guard.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Right, sorry.” Moving quickly, they hooked the bauble on the branch they previously could not reach. Gaston continued to hold them up, moving around the tree as the baubles left in the chest disappeared one by one, handed to them by LeFou from below. Finally, all that was left was the angel.

“Steady, steady…!” LeFou warned as Kruk eyeballed the top of the tree.

“Shut up, LeFou,” Gaston growled. With slightly shaking hands, Kruk secured the angel in the tree and heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Gaston,” they pat his arm. “You can- you can set me down, now.”

“Ah, but there’s still the garlands! You won’t be able to reach without me once we find them,” Gaston boasted but slowly set Kruk back on his feet. He dropped his voice as he traced a strand of hair behind their ear. “Besides, I like how close we are.”

They continued to blush, smacking him in the chest with feather-lightness as the two of them went to check a closet for the garlands. Kruk knew exactly where they were, but continued to play dumb just for the sake of maintaining their previous excuse. It was a little less shocking when Gaston picked them up for a second time, holding them steady as they hung the popcorn and cranberry garlands on the walls.

“How merry!” LeFou complimented, beaming.

“You’re not staying for dinner,” Gaston commented, immediately knocking the grin off of his accomplice’s face.

“What?! Why??”

“It’s not that we don’t want you here,” Kruk reasoned, “but I think Gaston’s hoping for something a little… intimate tonight, after all this hard work.”

Blood crept into LeFou’s ears. “Ohhhh.” He then giggled, waving dismissively. “Alright, you crazy kids! I’ll take my leave.”

And when he had gone, Gaston spoke, “I thought he never would.”

“You’re so mean to him!” Kruk scolded lightly as his feet made contact with the wooden floors once more. Gaston said nothing, instead guiding them into a warm kiss, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek.

“I love you, Kruk.”

They hummed. “Love you, too. Joyeux Noël, Gaston.”

“Joyeux Noël, little dove.”