#literally this is not platonic i'm sorry

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

livestream 12/09/23

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[the-diary-of-a-moody-teenager]

Characters who don't know each other, but would hate each other:

[beanghostprincess]

When you think about it the stage of Sanuso not standing each other was very short because when the strawhats entered the grand line they were already pretty clingy to each other. So imo they pretty much started enjoying each other's company after the Arlong park arc

Yeah!!! I mean. I believe Sanji and Usopp didn't like each other at all at first because. Well. It's for obvious reasons. They might have similar experiences with their insecurities and trauma and way of coping, but that's hidden deep, deep down and they don't find out about that bit and their strengths until later. Without that, they're extremely different. Like, extremely.

And if the first thing a waiter in a restaurant does is flirt with the girl and treat all the others like shit, well, of course Usopp isn't going to like him. And if Sanji is trying to be polite and flirty to a gorgeous girl but some guy gets in between, of course he's not going to like Usopp. It's sort of that their personalities do not match at all at first, but then they see how they truly are and they start to get along.

The thing is-- They don't ever leave that dynamic fully, and I adore that. Despite getting along and being protective of each other, Sanji and Usopp still argue a lot over the stupidest things and they keep yelling at each other for stuff that doesn't matter because they're both morons and stubborn and I swear we don't talk enough about them constantly getting irritated by the other's shenanigans while also sacrificing their life for each other constantly. It makes their relationship so human, realistic, and genuine... It's one of the things I adore the most about this ship!

[lameotello]

I hate that we've gone from "don't like, don't read" and not caring about what fucked up shit is depicted in fan media as a standard to hypervigilance and having to mind your every word so the group you've found yourself in doesn't know you ship the Not HOA Approved Ship

[fluffygiraffe]

HAPPY (very late cOUGh) B-DAY @radiopixelctive!!!!!!!!

i drew the guys you like! :)

Jutud! Definitely that guy! I love that guy! haha love like lovesic- *explodes and dies* /j

aaand i tried to draw these guys for you too, but it looks. iffy? lmao I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!!

[moe-broey]

I think they're really cute as a platonic possibly even found family pairing, but. A Reminder

[ingravinoveritas]

mr-tom-a-dildo-lover replied to your post "Cut footage of Michael and David flirt-growling...”

We're all just helplessly drowning in the sheer tsunami of their sexual tension. Nobody on earth has ever mutually WANTED this hard before.

You're right and you should say it out loud...

[punkeropercyjackson]

"We need more m/f ships that aren't heternormative or enforce gender stereotypes!!!"You guys couldn't even handle Todomomo

[girl-drink-drunk]

sometimes canon doesn't mean professing love out loud. sometimes it's saying you don't want to live in a world without the other person and hating the thing that took them away. sometimes it's holding the other person's hand as you die, saying her name and saying she was worth dying for

[my-past-disgusts-me]

Stayed up way too late drawing a followup comic for what I posted on my art account. I looove these fucking idiots

[cosmic-ships]

imagine gatekeeping

Imagine setting boundaries so you have a safe space for yourself.

Block button is free. <3

[apocalyptic-dancehall]

claptrap n' gaige being besties is actually everything to me

like they'd watch corny romcoms and twilightesque movies and make silly comments

they'd hang out at scooter's garage and come up with freaky shit like a dubstep-blasting mecha-cthulhu or a grenade mod that scatters cutesy kitty stickers that set people on fire

also with gaige being an engineer/mechromancer and bl3 showing that claptrap has some level of assembly/repair experience (the veronica questline/probably-canon hc that he salvages parts from cl4p-tp husks because he's falling apart), they'd definitely do projects on old/trashed stuff like echo devices that weren't actually too far gone, old gaming consoles, and antique radios/televisions.

hell, maybe they'd consider doing something similar to a cl4p-tp unit and find a way to resurrect 'em, but it'd be a long and painful process (also there's like fucking thousands of the buggers), because even if they had the supplies, the code's essentially like a 24-person serving of eldritch spaghetti

they're both fucking insane!! they both spew pop-culture references like it's no tomorrow and are heavily on the chaotic side of things and they murderize fuckers!! dude i think they'd be perfect for each other

brotp of the year

[averysmallcetacean]

ok, so someone might've noticed that I've been talking alot about this one friend in tags and stuff, this is going to be about them and might be a bit rambly/overdramatic so bear with me. If you do read this I would really appreciate any advice inc just saying "you're being stupid, stop worrying" I literally have no one I can talk to about this so I would really appreciate it <3

ok so this friend and I have gotten much closer in the past few months which I've been really happy about. I haven't had close friends in a long time so it's been nice to have someone I actually look forward to seeing, it makes the hellhole that is school more bearable. Also, we are both quite physically affectionate people while none of my other friends are that physically affectionate so that's been nice yk. Anyway, I get attached to people quite quickly and they've rapidly become my favourite friend (and maybe my favourite person). I care about them so much and honestly just want to see them happy, I love them (platonically) yk.

But I'm worried that I've just gotten way too attached and that to them I'm just a friend and not someone they care too much about. Cause, like for me this is a really special friendship, I really value the time we spend together and the fact that we can be physically affectionate. But they have other friends who they are arguably much closer with and who they are also physically affectionate with and I'm worried that I've misinterpreted and that we aren't really that close and that they're just like that and I've just gotten overattached. It's not like they've been awkward with me or anything, if anything they've gotten more affectionate lately but like, it probably means nothing to them but to me it's like the highlight of my day when I get to hang out with them.

tldr: I really care about my friend but I'm worried that I've misinterpreted and that I am not really important to them at all

p.s. If you are my friend and you've seen this for some reason (if you have then like, you know who are lol), then like no you haven't, this was all a weird dream

[tempestclerics]

rereading tâm's character sheet. my girl is genuinely a disaster but i love her anyway

[softquietsteadylove]

I have to be honest tho I really loved it when Eros got punched by Gil. It was pretty satisfying ngl.

But what if Eros decides to sue Gil? To take his revenge on him? What if the agency decides to fire Gil? We all know Thena would not let that happen but they need proof and more witnesses.

Give us the angst and drama Darling!

"You what?!"

"Thena, the label can't sustain this kind of heat," one of the executive producers from the studio said a little too plainly. "Eros is demanding Gil be dropped from our services, in addition to a couple other stipulations of the lawsuit."

"I can't believe you're even entertaining it!" Thena fumed, gripping the edge of the table as she glared at them sitting across from her. "He put his hands on me--tried to force me to kiss him!"

"We know," the pressed, holding up their hands and eager to tell her to keep her voice down despite the privacy of the conference room.

"You don't seem to," she growled, looking from the board of morons to the end, where Gil was seated a very specific distance away from her. "Gil, you can't be thinking about agreeing to this."

He winced.

"Gil?"

He looked up at her, grimacing further at the wobble of her lower lip and the glittering of those viridian eyes of hers. He sighed, "Thena, Eros can sue us all into the ground if he wants."

"No, he can't!"

"Thena, be reasonable," the executives were back to talking (unfortunately). "Eros has unlimited resources, a terrible temper, a chokehold on the general populace--he hasn't left us much of a choice!"

"Except for countersuing him for literal harassment?" she turned back to them, this time slamming her hands onto the table as she shot to her feet.

The team of asswipes across from her looked between themselves, "we...we don't have the evidence."

"What do you mean you don't have the evidence?! Plenty of people were there!"

"All the video we've found thus far is of Eros after he was hit."

All eyes turned to Gil, who shrugged. He was quite literally only present to be fired but he offered a remorseless pursing of his lips. He had no 'sorry's to offer.

"Then ask for the security footage," Thena huffed, sitting down again but not by any means calmer about the whole affair.

"We did," asshat #3 leaned forward, "but there's no clear angle on you and him in the corner."

"Only of him flying off to the side-"

"After the hit," Gil finished for them with a roll of his eyes. "Look, I-"

"We suggest you be quiet."

Thena's eyes shot to them like lightning, "do not speak to him that way."

"Thena-"

"Just let me talk to her," Gil raised his voice at the people who were technically trying not to be his bosses any longer. He held out his hands on the conference table in her direction. His fingers flexed in subconsciously, "please."

"Gil," Thena uttered his name as a plea, moving over to him and gripping his jacket, also realising that it was his black water-resistant bomber jacket instead of a suit jacket. He wasn't dressed for work. She shook her head, "you're really going to let them fire you?"

"Thena," he sighed, rubbing her arms up and down as she held onto him. "This could really hurt the label--could hurt your reputation. It's better if we let him have his way on this one, I think."

"You can't be serious," Thena glared up at him.

But he only smiled at her, pushing some hair behind her ear (despite and maybe forgetting about their audience). "Hey, I'll be fine. You-"

"I'm not accepting anyone else as a bodyguard, Gil."

"Thena," he drawled out in the way he always did when she was being stubborn. "I'll find someone you'll like-"

"No," she insisted, uncaring of the executives rolling their eyes or muttering 'brat' under their breath. She held onto Gil tighter, "they won't be you."

"It doesn't have to be me-"

"Yes, it does!" Thena tugged at his jacket, pulling him closer and refusing to let go. "They let me hire you! I chose you because you were the only one I could trust! You're the only one I can have with me! I...I can't do this without you."

"Thena," he sighed, pulling her only as close as he could stand with their room of an audience present. He wasn't opposed to holding her, but it certainly wouldn't be for those pricks to witness. Her forehead collided with his collarbone as he rested his hand over her hair. "You'll be okay."

Thena sniffled, her tears dropping down between them and onto his white t-shirt. "Please, Gil...I don't want to do this without you."

"I know." And he did know--Thena wanted no part of the fame that came with her level of talent. If she could have had a body double lipsync for her she probably would have done that. She was just too beautiful to not make into an icon.

Thena pulled her head up, "you won't really leave me, will you?"

"Believe me," he pleaded, giving her fingers in his hand a gentle squeeze. It was just a few days ago he'd held this hand in her apartment, at her counter, kissing her fingers as he fed her breakfast. "I don't want to."

Thena looked at him--stared at him. Her eyes ran over his face over and over and over again, searching for something. She turned back to the board of executives, her hair flying out behind her and nearly whipping Gil in the face from the suddenness of her movement. "Fine--fire him."

"Wh-" Gil's jaw dropped.

"But," Thena glared at them, "I have every right to hire my own assistants. Personal assistants don't have to be approved by the label at all, they're mine to contract as needed."

"Thena, you can't be serious."

"Technically, Gil's main contractor isn't the label," Thena shrugged, as if it were just that simple. "It's me. So, really, if you want to fire him, you need to consult with me before you do."

All five dickheads across from her sighed loudly. "Why are you being so difficult about this?"

Thena looked down to her hands clasped in her lap. They were shaking terribly, but she held her ground. "Someone once told me that when you care about something, you protect it. It's the most natural thing in the world."

The executives were unmoved by her little anecdote, but Gil sat up in his chair straighter.

"So," she stared down their bosses - her bosses - as she straightened her posture, "you can pry Gil away from my cold, dead hands."

The executives resumed muttering to themselves again when the doors burst open.

"We got it!"

"Kingo?" Thena startled at his sudden entrance.

"We found the footage of Eros getting handsy," Kingo waved his phone around before sliding it across the conference table. "I already sent it to legal to review, by the way."

Thena looked up at her friend and manager as he leaned on the back of her chair. "How-"

"Makkari's little gremlin," Kingo chuckled, patting Thena's shoulder. For all his cavalier attitude and beaming smile portrayed, he knew how hard this would be on the both of them. "He was lurking around in the shadows and just happened to catch a glimpse of Eros before the hit happened."

The executives shook their heads at the footage, "this...this could ruin him."

"It could indeed," Kingo stood up again, straightening out his very fashionable purple blazer. "And, seeing as how you have the video evidence, I'm sure you wouldn't take it lightly that someone under the label was put in a vulnerable position and then almost forced into silence about it."

The executives bristled at all the right words being used to make their guilt feel palpable in the air of the room. "O-Of course, not."

"Of course." Kingo let his smile drop, putting his hand on Thena's shoulder again. "We want Thena to know that she's both supported and protected by the label, don't we?"

The executives knew that they were beat, clearly, squirming as they were. "We'll contact legal, find a way to proceed with Eros' team. I'm sure you're aware that a circumstance of the settlement will be that this footage never see the light of day."

Kingo held his hands up in surrender, "keep the phone--delete it for yourselves if you want."

The executive swiped up his phone, eager to do just that on their way out.

Kingo waited until they were out of the room before leaning against the table with a sigh, "someone has to teach those crusty old bastards what the cloud is."

"Kingo, how did you find it?" Thena shook her head at the sudden development. "How did Druig know?"

"Well," he pretended to examine his nails in a rare display of modesty. "I may have let it slip to Makkari that Eros was making a stink about 'something'. And that gremlin of hers has eyes everywhere. I knew if he didn't have footage of it then one of his followers would."

"Is that footage really never going to see the light of day?" Gil asked with a scowl, coming over to Thena's side again now that he was free to do so.

"We'll have to uphold our end of the deal," Kingo broke the news to them. "They'll probably reach out to Druig for the video originals, too. It's kind of out of our hands by then."

Gil squeezed Thena's shoulder silently, and her hand responded by coming up to give his a pat. Kingo pretended not to see any of it.

"But if someone else has a completely different angle of video, also capturing Eros being a creep," Kingo shrugged. "And they were never aware of the lawsuit because it was settled before it ever went public, and they were a completely uninvolved third party--well, then..."

Thena smiled up at Kingo, giving him a friendly little nudge, which was the most affectionate she could be (with exception to Gil).

Kingo leaned down, just barely pressing his cheek to Thena's hair, "he's not going to get away with this, T. Mark my words, that fucker's going to pay for what he did."

Gil sighed as Kingo straightened his immaculate suit again before heading out the way the executives did, no doubt to pursue - annoy - them about the matter.

Thena smiled as Gil finally managed to pull her into his arms comfortably. She inhaled, pressing her cheek to his chest. "I can't believe you were going to let them fire you."

"Sorry," he chuckled, combing his fingers through her silken hair. "I didn't think I had a choice in the matter."

Thena pulled back just to glare at him, "well, I do. And I choose you."

Gil's heart swelled in his chest, which also swelled against Thena's palm.

Thena blinked, seeming to absorb what exactly she had just said and scramble to take it back. "T-That is--not that-"

Gil just beamed at her as her fluster increased and the loveliest rouge rose in her pale cheeks. He didn't actually see her flustered much (she was pretty good at hiding it). "No, no, go on."

Thena gave up on her defense, knowing damn well she didn't have one anyway. She pressed her face into his chest again, "can we go home yet, or what?"

"Okay," he smiled down at his stubborn Goddess of War, snuggled into his arms. "Whatever you want."

Thena tightened her hold on him for another second, "just...you."