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apocalypticavolition · 1 year

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Let's (re)Read the Hobbit! Chapter 7

The next morning Bilbo woke up with the early sun in his eyes. He jumped up to look at the time and to go and put his kettle on—and found he was not home at all.

Guess my joking predictions of last thoughts of home are dashed.

After a good while the eagles must have seen the point they were making for, even from their great height, for they began to go down circling round in great spirals.

They're lucky Bilbo didn't hurl.

"I may look in on it again before it is all over, but in the meanwhile I have some other pressing business to attend to."

I assume he's trying to ruin the lives of some other innocent people, but this is a very silly assumption to make because of course he's going off to deal with the Necromancer's fortress of Dol Guldur. He's also probably got to recruit Galadriel because she wasn't chilling around Rivendell except in the shitty films, I think.

Then they took off their clothes and bathed in the river, which was shallow and clear and stony at the ford.

Nine hours of film and not one bit of gratuitous skinny dipping. Simply shameful on Jackson's part.

“And why is it called the Carrock?” asked Bilbo as he went along at the wizard’s side.

Because the Celtic root word for Welsh "carreg" and English "carr" is an anomaly that doesn't match the normal sound-changes of the language, which got Tolkien's attention.

“He called it the Carrock, because carrock is his word for it. He calls things like that carrocks, and this one is the Carrock because it is the only one near his home and he knows it well.”

Or that, I guess.

“What! a furrier, a man that calls rabbits conies, when he doesn’t turn their skins into squirrels?” asked Bilbo. “Good gracious heavens, no, no, NO, NO!” said Gandalf.

I don't even think Gandalf snaps this way at Pippin later, which is some credit to the young idiot. Bilbo clearly doesn't know enough about furries. I mean wargs. I mean skinchangers.

He keeps hives and hives of great fierce bees, and lives most on cream and honey.

I'm not a nutritionist by any means (or is it dietician that's protected? I'm not whichever one is protected and am totally the one that belongs to shysters and other disreputable sorts, please send 17 payments of $19.99 to hear my dietary and/or nutritional advice - anyway), but is cream and honey really a great diet for a person or a bear?

They were bigger than hornets. The drones were bigger than your thumb, a good deal, and the bands of yellow on their deep black bodies shone like fiery gold.

Well, I'm out of here. Fuck bees of this size.

"Bombur is fattest and will do for two, he had better come alone and last."

Come on, Tolkien. Just... come on.

“I am Gandalf,” said the wizard. “Never heard of him,” growled the man.

I admire anyone who can stay away from celebrity culture.

“I have heard of you, if you have not heard of me; but perhaps you have heard of my good cousin Radagast who lives near the Southern borders of Mirkwood?”

"Cousin" is an interesting way to describe their relationship, but in a way virtually any family relation would be eyebrow raising for one reason or another.

“I was coming over the mountains with a friend or two...” said the wizard.

The way Gandalf shamelessly lies to most everyone makes me wonder why he's particularly welcome anywhere. Makes me think that Wormtongue's castigations had more basis in reality than Gandalf wanted to admit.

"...(son of Thrain, son of Thror, I believe)..."

You don't know Gandalf but you do know Thorin's family tree. Is there a really weird and selective "Who's Who in the North" getting published?

“Troop of ponies? What were you—a travelling circus? Or were you carrying lots of goods? Or do you always call six a troop?”

Beorn, buddy, stop giving him chances to overwhelm you. It's so obvious he's got a host of dwarves with him that even an actual bear would be able to see what was up at this point.

"Fifteen birds in five fir-trees ..."

This is your reminder to listen to this song every chance you get. There's not much more to say with this chapter - it's a lot more obviously for kids than most of the others, as only children would delight at Beorn's slowly and excruciatingly getting strung along like this.

He refused to wait five minutes, and followed immediately after the other two.

Good for you Bombur, don't be fat-shamed.

Inside the hall it was now quite dark. Beorn clapped his hands, and in trotted four beautiful white ponies and several large long-bodied grey dogs.

I forgot that Beorn was a Disney princess. Good for him.

(Also this whole sequence is quite nice even though it's still pretty kiddy.)

There they had a supper, or a dinner, such as they had not had since they left the Last Homely House in the West and said good-bye to Elrond.

Sadly, the dinner itself is not described, but it clearly must be more than cream and honey since knives are involved. Maybe Beorn's a regular vegetarian?

The wind was on the withered heath, / but in the forest stirred no leaf: / there shadows lay by night and day, / and dark things silent crept beneath.

Such an upbeat song for after dinner. Still better than elf bullshit though!

Bilbo wondered what it was, and whether it could be Beorn in enchanted shape, and if he would come in as a bear and kill them.

It's definitely Beorn buddy, but it sure as heck ain't the case that he's gonna eat ya.

Just before sunset he walked into the hall, where the hobbit and the dwarves were having supper, waited on by Beorn’s wonderful animals, as they had been all day.

Another day passed and not a menu described. It's stuff like this that GRRM resents far more than tax policies and resurrections.

They must have looked very queer from outside, popping out into the air one after another, green, blue, red, silver-grey, yellow, white; big ones, little ones; little ones dodging through big ones and joining into figure-eights, and going off like a flock of birds into the distance.

Gandalf says "Gay rights!"

...he had eaten two whole loaves (with masses of butter and honey and clotted cream) and drunk at least a quart of mead...

Aha! Beorn and his animals bake! This explains everything.

“Little bunny is getting nice and fat again on bread and honey,” he chuckled. “Come and have some more!”

Gosh maybe Beorn is trying to eat him each night.

So much they told him when he forced them, but he guessed there was more wickedness than this afoot, and that a great raid of the whole goblin army with their wolf-allies into the lands shadowed by the mountains might soon be made to find the dwarves, or to take vengeance on the men and creatures that lived there, and who they thought must be sheltering them.

Note again that so much of this chapter is just about setting up the final conflict. It's good to have downtime after all the intensity, but this is one of the books' largest chapters and it's just kinda going in circles. This middle section could really have used some overall tightening.

"And in the dim shadows of that place I don’t think you will shoot anything, wholesome or unwholesome, without straying from the path. That you MUST NOT do, for any reason."

Guess what happens when they get there? Still though, this is a better use of this chapter's word count than other things have been. Foreshadowing goes a long way.

As the light faded Bilbo thought he saw away to the right, or to the left, the shadowy form of a great bear prowling along in the same direction. But if he dared to mention it to Gandalf, the wizard only said: “Hush! Take no notice!”

Protection, or Beorn's last attempt to eat Bilbo? You decide!

It is no use arguing. I have, as I told you, some pressing business away south; and I am already late through bothering with you people.

Off to Lothlorien to get the rest of the council ready for Dol Guldur? Or did Elrond take care of that and it's straight to the Necromancer? Did I already make this note? Will this chapter ever end?

“What about the horse, then?” said Thorin. “You don’t mention sending that back.” “I don’t, because I am not sending it.” “What about your promise then?”

"Just because Beorn can wreck your shit doesn't mean he can wreck mine," said the wizard.

"You have got to look after all these dwarves for me..."

Sure, Gandalf is laughing about this, but it's also pretty much true that Bilbo has a much better chance of keeping the dwarves alive than vice versa thus far.

Stick to the forest-track, keep your spirits up, hope for the best, and with a tremendous slice of luck you may come out one day and see the Long Marshes lying below you, and beyond them, high in the East, the Lonely Mountain where dear old Smaug lives, though I hope he is not expecting you.” “Very comforting you are to be sure,” growled Thorin.

Dammit Thorin if you hog all the snark what am I even here for? It's not like I have much else to say about this overlong chapter. The scene setting was nice but we've long passed foreshadowing and I feel like Tolkien was just including a few of these things to entertain himself while he told this tale to kids.

Then he galloped away and was soon lost to sight. “O good-bye and go away!” grunted the dwarves, all the more angry because they were really filled with dismay at losing him. Now began the most dangerous part of all the journey. They each shouldered the heavy pack and the water-skin which was their share, and turned from the light that lay on the lands outside and plunged into the forest.

And so ends another chapter. This middle part of the story is a lot more uneven than I really remembered. It does pick up again but when I compare the amount of detail and words spent on this section compared to the visit to Rivendell - which by all accounts should be the superior vacation destination, as it were - I have no idea why they're so lopsided as they are. It IS important to have levity between the caves of the Mountains and the spiders of the Mirkwood but this again derails the flow of the plot compared to the quick and breezy first few chapters.

Next time, another really long chapter with giant spiders, so in theory I should hate it but we'll see I guess!

#the hobbit #j r r tolkien #bilbo baggins #gandalf #thorin oakenshield #beorn #let's read

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rueririn · 2 years

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PG&T: Deleted Scene

Deleted Scene for of pop greens and tangerines, set during the fallout of Usopp’s actions in the Davy Back. This scene ended up feeling a little redundant, so I took it out.

“Usopp,” Nami asks, and her voice is strained. “Why do you use a slingshot, instead of a gun?”

Usopp pauses. Attention in the room turns to him. Even Zoro has cracked an eye open to listen. Nami rarely ever sounded so grave and even rare has she given that heartbroken, eyewatery look as she begged with her eyes and tried not to let it transfer into her voice.

Usopp shuffles his feet, hesitantly handling his Kabuto.

“Well, even if you ask me why,” he fiddles with the connecting point of his walking stick and the slingshot. “It’s all I had to practice when I was younger. I’m used to it. It’s quiet, too, plus, guns have recoil, and since I’m not properly trained in it, the recoil throws off my a--”

“Stop that bullshit!” Nami yells, interrupting sharply.

Sanji straightens, alarmed when Nami slams her fist-- her metal fist, against the counter, leaving a dent in the wood.

“Answer me, Usopp,” Nami repeats, and this time, she’s frustrated, the anger blown right through her into denial, denial and denial. “Why don’t you use a pistol? A revolver? Hell, one of Wyper’s bazookas would be perfect. I thought you’d love to use an actual sniper rifle? So why don’t you?”

Usopp is silent.

His grip on the slingshot is tight, and he lets it stand firm.

“I don’t know,” he says. “Maybe I once had a reason to keep using it. Maybe it was just my thing. Maybe I didn’t know how to implement my weapons into bullets, or I couldn’t be darned to reload guns. It doesn’t matter, Nami.”

“It matters!” Nami shouts, and she steps forward.

Someone launches a hand out to stop her, but she goes on. More hands come, taking her by the arms and holding her back, because her fist is closed tight and she wasn't rational enough to not clock Usopp in the head. Usopp could not be clocked in the head right now.

“Nami, calm down!”

“Take a breath, please--”

“Talk this over calmly! Calmly!”

“Do you know why your stupid ass never takes a gun?” Nami’s voice raises, and she can’t move over Zoro’s arm and Conis’ entire frame holding her back, but she can and will shout. “Do you know why you never use blades? Projectiles are all you use, the furthest you’ll ever go is a hammer! Do you know why you, the sniper, will never fire a gun?”

Usopp stands, firm and shaking, but he stares right into himself, and finds no answer.

“I don’t remember,” he says. “It’s just my aesthetic, was there an actual reaso--”

“It’s because YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE A MURDERER!” Nami screams, and her answer makes Zoro pause in surprise. Nami takes the opportunity to rip herself away from him, and then Conis-- and he runs right up to Usopp to grab him by the collars.

“Nami, stop it!”

“Cool your head before you talk!”

And Nami does.

She stops, and then she takes a breath-- two-- and then, when she speaks again, her voice is broken. It’s shattered, like someone had torn through a part of her that made her words sound clear.

“You never miss, Usopp. So when you aim at a person’s head, you’ll definitely kill them in one shot,” Nami says, and it’s slightly above a whisper. “Guns are made to kill. So you use a slingshot, you swap out pachinko as bullets, you do anything but attack people directly. Because if you’re going to kill someone, you want it to be on your own terms. You want it to be a conscious decision.”

(Not because he was using a weapon that would do it for him.)

Usopp did not want to kill. He was a sniper-- but he didn’t actively scout for enemies with the intention of taking them down for good. Brook worked backwards from that, and Robin had no qualms about leaving permanent injuries-- but Usopp, like Nami and most of the rest of the crew whose hands have been clean for all their lives-- they did not kill, and no one forced them to.

They all knew the mental consequences of murder. Not everyone needed to kill an enemy to be a part of their crew, and everyone unspokenly respected that from each other.

But now…

“It’s not about how a warrior lives. It’s about how he dies,” Nami says. It’s Usopp’s philosophy. It’s the philosophy of all Elbaf. “You knew that. That’s why you hated it when people were killed meaninglessly. That’s why you always fought mid-to-far range instead of long distance like a sniper should.”

Nami stops, when Usopp’s hands come up to hers-- and with a light squeeze, she lets go of his collar.

“That was the old me, Nami,” Usopp says, and Nami’s heart breaks. “You know as much as I do that I’ve changed. I’m not that naive anymore.”

Naive?

He’s calling this naivete?

“You don’t care when Zoro, or Gin, or even Robin does it. Why do you care when I do?”

#ariswrites #of pop greens and tangerines

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imusama · 1 year

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the electric feel festival (in honor of God)

gen enel-centric one-shot

word count: 4.6k

characters: Enel, Portgas D. Ace, Conis, others.

Enel listens to the prayers of all his subjects. He doesn't usually do much about said prayers, but a festival in Skypiea sounds like something he'd enjoy. It would also give him the perfect opportunity to be chummy with the terrified citizens and zap a few of them for fun.

Or, as he'd call it, 'God Enel's Day Off'.

commission fic / ao3 link (tumblr fucks up formatting)

Enel (otherwise known as God) had a bit of a dilemma on His hands.

See, most of his subjects—well, all of them—should be living in complete fear at all times, for there was no telling when his mood would strike and he’d smite one of them down. And that was fine, really, he quite liked that, but it wasn’t until Yama pointed out that a God needed worshippers and devotion above all else that he realized, ‘shit, I have to let those shits be happy once in a while’.

So it was either he have some fun and zap as many people as he could for sport, or, in a long month of endless boring meetings and messages, he could stop his strikes and let the people do something that makes them happy. Entertainment for a God was so hard to come by.

Which was what led him, Yama, and the priests—along with a very frightful representative of Skypiea—to sit in a meeting at Upper Yard. His true dilemma? Get through this dastardly affair without zapping someone.

His priests were arguing as usual. Yama was being an annoyance. Also as usual. And the Skypiean—Enel never bothered to learn his actual name, having dubbed him “Useless” in his head from the moment they met—was trying his very best to not break down into tears right then and there. Enel appreciated that someone had the decency to fear him.

Even if that someone was currently having an affair. Oh, nothing got past him.

Ah, even the silly gossips and lives of the Skypieans were looking more appealing than whatever these meetings were. Enel laid back on his chair lazily, staring at the table but not listening to a word the people around him were saying. He leaned his elbow on a pillow, and his chin on his hand, and looked every bit the bored deity he was. If he thought really hard, he could imagine fifty ways to excuse himself from the meeting. And if he wasn’t obliged to be there, since someone (Ohm) thought it would be “impolite” and “completely goes against everything we’re working for” if he was absent, he could be out there on the skies right now.

“I’m telling you, Shura,” said Ohm, standing up and slamming his palms down on the table in a manner of rage, “that your idea is bullshit!”

“I’ll have you know that executions were a family affair at home.”

“A family—how old even are you?”

Useless whimpered, stuck between Ohm and Enel. At least seeing him squirm was a little entertaining—not that Enel really cared about whatever his priests were arguing about. Really, if they wanted to fight they could do it when he wasn’t in their presence. At least it gave him an excuse to antagonize Useless, if just for a little while.

While the priests (and Yama, who decided to interfere with any and all conflicts that did not relate to him) squabbled like the giant birds that roamed the island, Enel inched closer to Useless and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The poor man stiffened, no doubt terrified at the fact that God Himself was touching him—and perhaps a little bit delighted. Well, he doubted that, but it would be nice if people would consider his touch to be blessed.

“My dear friend!” Enel declared, not quite loud enough to be heard over the fighting (vocal debate had turned to a brawl) but loud enough that Useless surely heard it vibrate in his heart. If Useless had a name worth remembering, someone would surely utter it again in the meeting. For now, he would be referred to exclusively as ‘dear friend’. Truly an honor to bestow upon him. “You seem awful quiet. Do speak what’s on your mind—don’t hold back. Your God is listening.”

Useless, despite his skin being ashen and the sweat dripping down his forehead, looked as if he was in awe. The glimmer in his eyes—ah, wait, those were tears. Well, he wasn’t crying, exactly, but he sure was close to it. He mumbled something, an incoherent babble.

“Say your words, man! Is it not the right of the prayer to be heard?”

He spoke again, a little louder this time—but still high-pitched, like a mouse squeaking in the face of its predator. “The people want a party! Um—your holiness…” he added—remembering his manners.

Enel raised a brow, leaning closer to Useless’ ear. He did not soften his voice, however, so Useless flinched when he spoke. “Why, the people are welcome to party when they want! After all, is life under my rule not worth celebrating as much as it is worth fearing?”

“Uh—it’s… it’s a specific kind of party…” Useless stared at his hands, twisting and fidgeting his fingers like he were a child in trouble. “It’s—it’s a tradition. A sacred party…”

Enel made no move to indicate this had the slightest effect on him. Why, it did, of course—because any celebration or tradition, especially sacred—implying religious—that he did not know or approve of himself was not in celebration of him alone. It was a reminder that other, false Gods existed once. Pah. Still, Enel let the man continue, though he should be careful with his words, lest a zap of electricity run through him.

Ohm had slammed Shura over his head in an impressive move. Yama was preparing to jump on the two. Sasori laughed stupidly. Did they have no awareness at all?

Useless, who clearly was as useless with Mantra as he was with conversing, continued to talk, taking Enel’s silence as an invitation for him to elaborate. “Every Fall—um, when the trees go all… red—we used to celebrate the Vearth to give us… to not inflict a harsh winter on us… it was like a prayer… Not that it was a prayer! Because you are the only God, and it would be blasphemous to pray to anyone else but you, your Lordship! Your Majesty! O Mighty God!”

Enel raised a brow, peering down at the groveling fool. In all fairness, Useless did know his place and know the blasphemous words that almost escaped him. That did escape him. But Enel was a kind deity (sometimes. When he felt like it) and, really, Useless was the only one there who actually contributed an idea that the public would like. Perhaps he wasn’t useless after—nah, he was.

A wide grin spread across his lips, and he clapped his hands together. Thunder rumbled as soon as he did. That certainly got everyone’s attention. His minions stopped the ridiculous scuffle, Useless almost had a heart attack, and every Skypiean on the main island trembled at the sound.

“That settles it then! There will be a festival held on Skypiea, in honor of me and of the good harvest. But mostly me!” Enel announced, his voice bombastic. He placed a large hand on Useless’ shoulder, who whimpered at the touch. “And it’s all thanks to my good man here.”

His minions immediately began protesting and fighting amongst each other again, because their ideas hadn’t been considered. Which, really, was rather pathetic, considering that even he thought their ideas were trash.

“Silence.”

Well, no one dared speak up again.

“The festival will be held in…” Enel thought to his schedule. Not that he was doing anything, really, besides terrorizing his people and building the Maxim, but that was a delicate and rigid schedule he liked to stick to. “It shall be held in two weeks, and shall last for two nights. It shall be a celebration the likes of which Skypiea has never seen. Because of me, of course.”

“It will be done, o Mighty God,” Yama said, like the stuck-up he was. “What would you like for this festival to be called?”

“It’s called Night of Forever Harv-”

“It shall be called… the Electric Feel Festival. So the people remember that they might be smited down at any moment.” Enel pointed to the skies, and lightning struck upwards from his fingertip. “Just so they don’t get too chummy.”

And, seeing as Enel refused to listen to anything else his minions had to say and found much more entertainment in lightly shocking Useless and waiting to see how long the man could last while he played oblivious to it all, the matter was settled.

Nothing really eventful happened for the next two weeks.

Which, yes, was technically a blessing (by himself, no less—he hardly even caused a storm to frighten his subjects!) but nothing happening was boring. Dull. He had millions of volts running through his blood, lightning at his fingertips, and the people’s fear, but all that had to be restrained because of this festival.

Admittedly he’d sparked a few men working on the stalls but that was only entertaining for all of three seconds. Joy was so fleeting that it was gone the moment he touched it. He also noted that a few of those he sparked would pretend to be sick the day after so they could skip out on their duties—namely, so they could avoid God’s wrath—and that usually set the preparations back. All of those men’s mantras were memorized by him, of course, so that he knew who to smite the days after the festival ended. Did they really think they could get away with such blasphemy? Idiots.

Actually, the most entertainment he got in those two weeks was when the Shandians investigated what was happening that had Upper Yard alive with activity. The savages found it to be the perfect opportunity to strike at Skypieans and took to battle while the workers who didn’t fight tried to stop their stalls from being ruined after a day’s work of setting them up. Enel watched it all from a treetop, munching on an apple.

“Mighty God!” one of the workers cried from below, trying (and failing) to stop a Shandian from stealing the prizes of a stall’s game. “Please, we ask for your help!”

Enel shrugged. “I’m a pacifist until the festival ends!”

A lie, of course. But he found it much more enjoyable to see both sides squirm. Besides, if he was to be so generous as to not smite them for the slightest offense, then they should very well fight for themselves this one time. They may just appreciate him more when they realize they needed him as much as they feared him.

The Skypiean kicked the Shandian away, snatching the furry toy from their grip. “Pretty please, God!”

An apple core was dropped on their head. Enel wiped his hands on his pants and flashed to tree after tree, finding yet another person to provide entertainment for him.

Aside from those little skirmishes (no one even died, so he hesitated to call them fights), nothing. Happened. The Skypieans and Divine Soldiers promised that the festival would be the grandest splendor he’d ever lay his eyes on—well, Divine Soldiers said it would be the second. Third, maybe. Actually, his expectations were quite low, so he’d be impressed if the damn thing started without being set ablaze first.

But curiously, everyone was in a cheerful mood. Even his priests were laughing and enjoying themselves far more than they should have—he saw Ohm smile and wondered if he’d been hallucinating—which was far happier than he ever caught them around himself. That didn’t hurt, but he was mildly irritated about that.

Actually, scratch that.

He was extremely irritated.

Not that the priests were happy, but that his closest worshippers had something they clearly valued over him that their emotions could grow this strong. They were ungrateful to work with him. Enel spent some time mulling it over in his head, and eventually decided that he wasn’t going to guarantee any of them a spot on his ship anymore. They had their chance.

Besides the business with his priests and workers (which he opted not to tell them—they could find that out for themselves), the Shandians also were noticeably less… violent? Savage?

No, that wasn’t the correct term. They were still as violent as ever, but they seemed less angry now. More amused. At least someone was having fun.

The day before the festival was to officially begin, a man from the Blue Sea arrived in Skypiea.

Enel had noticed the man’s presence as soon as he stepped within range of his mantra—a unfathomably hot aura, almost like the sun itself wandering the clouds—and decided that he would follow the man’s moves for the day, lest a Blue-Sea scum ruin the hard effort he contributed for this festival. And not because he was still bored and needed something to pass the time.

Before he even reached out of Upper Yard, he was able to grasp some basic information based on what he’d overheard. The man’s name was Ace. He was a pirate (a rare sight in the skies), had a devilishly handsome face that sent young women swooning (because they wouldn’t stop squealing in Enel’s damn head), and was the most popular visitor they’d ever had.

He also, somehow, did not break any laws—including paying the fee to enter the White-White Sea—which was shocking to say the least.

When Enel arrived in the main street of Skypiea, appearing in a bolt of lightning, no one reacted. No one was even looking. He rarely set foot in their miserable town, and they didn’t even have the decency to kiss the clouds where he walked. Instead, they had formed a crowd away from him, huddling around their newest celebrity like a pack of small-minded birds.

Enel coughed. No one turned around.

He coughed again, this time with a bit more gusto, and very obviously demanding their attention. The crowd erupted into cheers, throwing their hands up in the air and a burst of joy exploding within their souls.

They still hadn’t turned around.

So, Enel had always prided himself on his intimidation. It was what allowed him to rule over the insects that crawled on the golden path he owned, it was the fear in their eyes when in his mere presence, it was what bestowed the name of God upon him.

That a stranger could come and charm his way into defeating that very intimidation? Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.

In another flash, Enel appeared before the crowd, right in the middle of the circle they had formed around the pirate. Several of the Skypieans yelped and jumped back—those closest to him when he zapped to being had been shocked by his lightning. Weaklings indeed. The electricity wasn’t even that bad.

“G-God!” one man gasped. The others seemed to be frozen by his very presence.

Good.

Enel held his arms out, a wild (and slightly threatening) grin stretched across his lips in greeting. The Blue-Sea dweller was sitting cross-legged beside him, where Enel could only catch glimpses of shaggy black hair and a flash of orange. Now that he was closer to the pirate, the heat from his mantra was becoming almost unbearable. How long had it been since he felt himself burn?

Nevermind that. There were, after all, more important matters to attend to.

“Is that all you have to say to me? Where are your manners, people?” His voice rumbled across the island like thunder. “I have come all this way to visit you personally, and all you can say in response is… God? I hear that everyday.”

Almost on command, his worshippers bowed down before him, their foreheads touching the clouds almost like an apology. None dared to speak out loud, not without permission.

That is, except for the man from the Blue Sea. That man—Ace, yes, he was aware of the man’s name, no one would shut up about him—had leaned back on his palms instead, stretching his legs out as if he were sunbathing and whistled a merry tune. Their little crowd looked in awe and shock, their hearts racing from either dread or infatuation. All the meanwhile, Ace was not at all phased by this new development.

Enel turned to him, finally catching his first real look at the current most popular man in the sky. “Ace, I presume?”

Well, he did look more handsome than most of the residents in Skypiea, and it wasn’t like there was any competition in Upper Yard other than Enel himself. Understandable that the young population of the land had latched onto this man.

The man called Ace tipped his stupidly vivid orange hat. “Hey, yeah, that’s me! Pleasure to meet you.”

As if remembering some semblance of manners, Ace jumped up to his feet, bowed (though not in the customary way expected in Enel’s presence), and then fell back to the clouds to sprawl out in the same exact position he was in earlier.

“Sorry, I don’t know your name. Are you the leader around here?”

Enel laughed. “Something of the sort. I am Enel, but you may refer to me as God. I will also accept Holy Lord Above All.”

“Niiiiice,” said Ace, drawing the word out. He continued to gaze at the sky. “I’ve never met someone called God before. Or Enel. I’ll call you Enel, then. Saying God sounds stiff.”

“It’s a title. It isn’t my actual name.”

“Oh really? Neat. I guess that’s like me. Guys down there—” he pointed downwards “—call me Fire-Fist but it’s kind of awkward when people use that. My name’s already fine as is.” The pirate twirled a coin between his fingers. Gold, Enel noted. “Guess it sounds cool, though. So. Anything I can do for you?”

Never, in all his life (as a God), had Enel ever met someone who lacked as much self-awareness as Ace did in that moment. Surely even if he didn’t possess the unique power of mantra (which he didn’t, because that was Enel’s thing, he just let his priests borrow it) he could sense the dread growing within the hearts of the crowd. As if their heartbeats were a hundred out-of-tune war drums and they were waiting for the executioner’s blow to be struck.

He held onto that dread, because the faint joy he felt from the crowd would have made him rush the plans to kill them all, and that wouldn’t be fun.

Enel smiled. “Why, seeing as you’re a guest of this island, my only request is that you have fun and be yourself!” He gestured towards the general direction of Upper Yard. “Will you be visiting the festival tomorrow?”

The coin flew up into the air, spinning around and landing straight onto Ace’s forehead. A few children clapped.

“Yeah, sure! I was planning on sticking around a bit too, my crew’s meeting up with me below in a few weeks. And that sounds fun. I used to sneak into one with my lil’ brother—oh! Luffy’s a handful of energy, but man, he’d kill to go to a festival in the sky. Actually I’ve got a drawing by him in my pocket somewhere, if I could just find it… it’s bad but that’s fine. He’s got other talents. Still a wimp though!”

“No, thanks.” Enel held up a hand to stop the man from babbling any further. He also stopped himself from zapping him to oblivion. “I’m afraid I must return to my duties,” of scaring innocents, “of overseeing the production.”

Ace tipped his hat and waved to Enel, right before Enel disappeared in a bolt of lightning.

When Enel landed back in Upper Yard, he slumped down on his throne, his head in his hands.

“I dread to think what a handful of energy is to that man…”

It took two hours for something to catch fire when the festival opened. Which was actually over the time Enel had bet on (he thought he could goad his priests into a brawl and that they’d abuse their dials. They did, but they decided to settle through one of the silly games instead). Now, while no one was foolish as to demand compensation from him, he also was not overly fond of the smug aura radiating from Satori whenever the priest bounced past him.

At least that seemed to wane once Enel told him to sit above shark-infested waters and that the instant someone hit a faraway target his seat would disappear. Satori didn’t argue back of course, and so he spent most of the first day goading the people that missed and cursing Shura for coming back and hitting the target dead-center for the third time that hour.

More frustrating was the fact that the Blue-Sea pirate got all the glory of that little fire fiasco. And it wasn’t like Enel cared about being a hero or anything (he was God, two completely different things), but he had nothing to do with a stall being burnt to the ground. That was the fault of a sky wolf getting too friendly with the flame dials. But, most importantly, Fire-Fist Ace put the fire out using nothing but his own body. Yet not a single scar remained.

By the time he arrived back at the action, having been preoccupied with convincing a divine soldier that there was another sea below the Blue Sea and that a dozen seas were stacked atop each other and that was the truth of the universe, the commotion was over and done with. Enel lost his bet, Satori looked smug for all of two minutes before he was set to be the fool of the eve, and the pirate was quickly becoming the most popular man in Skypiea.

Enel didn’t particularly care about that.

He did care that the pirate won every single game he came across.

The festival was in full swing, Skypieans and Priests and even Shandians alike (who’d set up their own stalls a bit further downstream that was just a bit more fun than Enel’s, according to them) celebrating and laughing as if everything was right. Grills and sweets and games as far as his mantra could sense. This was fun to them.

Enel floated above them, knocking his staff against his head absentmindedly. His eyes stayed firmly locked onto the pirate as more and more people flocked to Ace’s side. Some of them (the drunken, stupid ones) even asked Ace if he would like to be their new God.

“Nah, I’m good,” was Ace’s reply, and then he went and won another straw-woven ball from yet another game.

Their faces were carved into his memory so he knew who to smite later. A girl with blonde hair and a cloud fox wrapped around her shoulders pointed to another game that looked similar to games they’d already been to.

Well, that seemed like a good opportunity to join in.

Enel flashed to her side, causing the fox to screech and hide from him and the girl to freeze in place. Yet again, only the pirate was unphased by his entrance.

“A game, is it?” Enel asked, grinning broadly at his followers. “I trust you all have been having fun?”

Not that I care.

Ace answered for them. “Oh, yeah, this is a blast! I’ve never won so much in my life.”

“Well, I’m glad someone is enjoying the benefits of this weekend.” His brows furrowed into a stern glare, eyeing each and every one of his followers. They squirmed underneath him. Good. “Aren’t you all being a little ungrateful? I spent countless days setting this up for you.”

Well, some other guys did, but he zapped them a few times so that counted as his work. It was nice to pretend to be angry at them anyway.

They squealed and squeaked apologies and praises back to him, as he thought they would. He basked in their fear and burst out into laughter.

“Oh, you’re all too worried. It’s your day! Spend it as you please.”

“How about you?”

A new voice. He didn’t recognise the mantra immediately (he hadn’t exactly kept an encyclopedia of insects in his brain), so when something—someone—prodded at his kneecaps he was shocked. Literally. Just a light static.

A little girl, holding a fluffy toy (won by the pirate earlier) and staring up at Enel with the most curious gaze. “Are you having fun, God?”

Enel blinked.

Did this brat just poke him?

Was this brat… asking about him?

Huh. There were wonders in this world even he couldn’t have imagined. He barely registered the girl’s mother pulling her away from him and mumbling out apologies. The fact that they’d touched him… let alone that he could have fun (that wasn’t at the expense of another one’s suffering). Nothing he ever considered before.

He stared down at the girl, towering over her and everyone else as usual. If he were a lesser being, like the pirate, he’d kneel down closer to the girl. But he was a God, so he stayed higher than her. Reminding her of her place.

“I will have fun…” Enel began slowly, pointing towards the same stall the blonde had earlier, “...once I win the grand prize.”

The Skypieans seemed relieved. As they should be—after all, he hadn’t smited them all down for the little girl’s mistake.

But the pirate was beyond ecstatic. In fact, the moment Enel had pointed at the game, his grin grew wider and wider, until he pulled his head back and howled with laughter.

“How about a bet? Whoever wins the most games between the two of us wins!”

“A bet?” Enel repeated. “I love bets. What are we betting?”

Ace shrugged. “Nothing. Our pride?”

“Hm. Dull, but I can work with it.” The pair walked together to the game, leaving the flabbergasted Skypiean cheer squad behind. “I do hope you’re prepared to be annihilated by the greatest God the heavens have ever seen.”

Enel picked up a racket and ball, moving to one end of a table.

“Sorry mate,” Ace said, picking up his own racket, “but I’m from hell.”

A few Skypieans whistled at the lamest comeback Enel had ever heard, then the game began.

Enel lost.

A lot.

He lost count of how many losses he’d accumulated against this one pirate in one night. Or was it two? Time was an illusion, day and night seeping into each other in a spiral of headaches and nausea and whatever damned cruel tricks the skies played upon him.

Point was, he kept losing, and at some point he forgot if he did just lose more or if by some miracle he won while somewhat blacked-out.

He woke up to a throbbing head, sprawled out on the forest floor with a Shandian’s leg over his chest and a Skypiean drooling on his ear lobe. They were fast asleep, as he had surely been just before.

Music—which, if he recalled, had begun playing a few hours into the second day—still blasted from the live concert at the sacrificial altar. Satori still hung onto a branch, crying about sharks or some other trivial matter.

Couldn’t they play the music any quieter?

Enel sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the light and eardrums feeling as if they were bleeding with every beat vibrating his bones. He pushed the other men away from him when a slip of paper fell from his bandana. There was only one person who’d be so bold as to slip something underneath his headwear…

He picked up the paper, squinting at a messy scrawl of ink.

I won.

Enel laughed.

Lightning struck Upper Yard and the music stopped.

Well, he certainly had fun in the end.

#One Piece Fanfiction #one piece #one piece fic #enel #eneru #portgas d. ace #conis #oswin writes #commission #fic commission

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sammydem0n64 · 2 years

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I can't remember if this is the question I was going to ask but I'm at least pretty sure it was similar. But anyways, I've been thinking about how Cherry acts towards the Chips Ahoy kids and basically pokes at how their parents died and I was curious, do any of the other Oreo related mob members know about their parents too? Like, do they also poke fun at them to try and get on their nerves? I can't stop thinking about it and I'm soo curious about things like this lmao asdkjajnaks Like, how do they feel about it?

Everyone knows that their parents died, but Really only Firo’s previous higher ups know the specifics, which includes the parents of Donna, Gleo and Melphis... which also includes them. George, Ket and Picoda also know since of their positions (Ket and Picoda working closely with Cherry and George being married to Donna and all), but reactions are a mixed bag.

While you’d expect Ket and Picoda to be in on the “teasing “, honestly the topic hits too close to home for them, since their mom is still TECHNICALLY presumed dead (she IS dead but there has never been confirmation and never will be, not to mention there is no closure since not even Donna knows what happened to her corpse.), so even though they’re enemies, both of them wouldn’t really stoop so low. Ket MIGHT make some comment like “do they want to end up like their parents?” But that’s it, since y’know he’s so edgy and hardened and he’s used to being the parent. Picoda wouldn’t under any means.

Melphis wouldn’t comment on it. Not at all. He thinks it’s cruel to punch so low, he thought the incident was cruel in itself, he thinks this entire situation is cruel but he can’t leave.

Gleo would make some teases, some jokes like “Awww do you need your mommy?” but that’s the Full extent. She wouldn’t brag like Cherry does, just some low punch to catch them off guard.

Donna and George are in an interesting position, since they are expected to conform to Cherry, but also Cony is their daughter’s boyfriend and he’s the sweetest thing. They want the best for him and his family, but instead Cheon started the Chips gang back up and now they might have to kill him if his group gets too bold, and they don’t want that. They don’t want to harm Cheon or his family, including his kids and in-laws and Hershey, but they fear they might have to, or else THEIR family would possibly be in danger. Any comments made are done to protect their images and themselves.

Guo, Phoenix, and two other members I haven’t introduced yet don’t know shit. One of the unknown members would joke about it with a smile, the remaining three wouldn’t.

Despite this, all the members besides Cherry feel various levels of horrible about it. Mostly Donna and George, since the act was done without knowing there were young kids who would be orphaned... not like Firo would care, if anything, he would’ve taken out the whole family. Since they know about Cheon’s family they have more empathy. Ket and Picoda wonder if their mom went through a fate similar to Chuck and Bonnie’s. Melphis wishes HIS parents were the ones drowned.

TLDR: it’s not good.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hi! Wondering if you’re gonna be taking prompts from the 360 you posted. If you are would you be able to do 36 and 54 with Din? Would love to see those with him!

Prompts used: 36. "Does he know about the baby?"

54. "H-how long have you been standing there?"

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: pregnant reader

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

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“Boba?” you reached for the Mandalorian’s arm and stopped him from going any further into his new hold. You wondered, for an amused fraction of a second, if you should attempt to address him as King Boba, just to get a rouse out of him. But the severity, the harsh reality of your current predicament placated any desire to do so. Fett turned to face you, pulling his helmet off so he could see you properly, “might I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course,” he set the helmet down on the aging wooden table as you inhaled and exhaled slowly, “what’s wrong, little one?”

“I was wondering...once you and Fennec are settled and Din plans on leaving,” you found the ground intriguing as you studied the worn soles of your shoes before continuing on, “might I stay on? With the two of you? I-I know I’m not as skilled as either of you, but I swear I’ll pull my weight and do as much as I can - whatever you desire. I would just like to stay here.”

Boba paused for a moment as he looked you over and contemplated what you had asked him. He had no issue with you staying on, absolutely none, knowing you were both capable and a quick learner. It was the reason behind the sudden request that caused him to consider his words. As he watched you, and you grew increasingly nervous, a single tear, one of nerves and worry rolled down her cheek and fell to the sandy ground.

“Of course you can stay,” his hand went to your shoulder as he delicately squeezed it in a sign of reassurance, “make sure your Mandalorian knows of your plan. It would be a great shock for him to be blindsided.”

“Yes.”

“Does he know about the baby?” he chanced his question, although he was sure he wasn’t too far off the mark. While he had no children of his own, he’d been around enough women to know when someone fell pregnant. Maybe the bounty hunter was extra perceptive, maybe it was a trait of the Mandalorians to all be nurturing and familial, but from the look on your face, he knew he was right on money.

“How did you...I haven’t told anyone,” your eyes were wide with worry as you looked around to make sure no one had heard Boba. If Din were to ever find out, this would be the last way you wanted him to do so, “I-I found out two months ago and I just...I don’t know what to do. I’m scared and nervous and worried. I can’t just tell him - he’s got too much going on to worry about something else. I can’t do that to him.”

“You think it is a better idea to never tell him about his child and take away any decision he has in this?” ever the level headed negotiator, Boba had a point. Your lips pulled into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, “he deserves to know. Whatever decision he makes after that is up to him. It will tell you his true measure, although I am sure that is already quite apparent.”

“Boba, he’s the Mand’alor now,” you reached for his arm and held it tightly in your grasp, “I-I can’t have him worry about a silly thing like this. Especially not after...Grogu.”

“Tell me then, just what do you plan on doing with the babe?” it was a fair question to ask, and one you really needed to think about. The baby was going to come one way or another, so you would need a plan as quickly as possible, “were you going to have it and hide it? Hand it off to someone else? Raise it on your own and expect that he would never find out? He is your riduur-”

“And he is the Mandalorian and the Mand’alor,” you grew frustrated, not with Boba but with yourself. You knew he was right, you knew that you needed to tell Din but… it wasn’t that simple, “I can’t hold him back with a baby.”

“Suppose you don’t tell him,” Boba held up a hand for a moment as a musing glint entered his eye, “suppose you remain here and have ths child. Do you think he’s never going to come back to see you? Or for business? It would be awfully suspicious if he came in three or four months and found you round with child. It wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. It would be a greater pain, I think, if you were not to say anything and he came back to find the truth. You owe him at least some honesty.”

“You’re right,” you confessed quietly, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, “of course you are. I’m scared, Boba. I don’t want him to be angry and hate me or the baby. I don’t want to hold him back either. I want him to be happy…”

“He’d be a lot happier if you’d come to him with this first,” the voice startled you to your core as you realized exactly who it was. Swallowing the lump in your throat, your eyes widened in worry as Boba offered you an encouraging nod. Turning on your heel, you found Din watching both of you with intent; his expression was almost unreadable as your hands started to tremble.

“How long have you been standing there?” what a stupid question from a stupid girl.

“Long enough,” his voice was pointedly neutral as you nodded in understanding, “I think we need to talk.”

“Yes,” you agreed as you shuffled over to him, preparing yourself for the worst.

Din was silent as he led you back to the quarters that served as your temporary home while you’d helped Boba and Fennec settle into their new roles. You followed close behind and swallowed the lump in your throat as he sealed the door.

“It is it true?” he asked softly as his gaze shifted to your belly; there was still no evidence of your pregnancy just yet. But soon enough there would be, “you’re with child?”

“Yes,” you admitted, a hand slowly coming to rest on your belly, “I am. I found out…”

“Two months ago,” he finished for you as you nodded, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I was scared and nervous, Din!”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked softly as you refused to meet his eyes, “Cyare?”

“I wanted to,” you whispered, “I planned on it-”

“When?!”

“Eventually,” you’d seen your husband angry before, but never quite like this...never at you, “I was scared and I panicked and there was so much happening at once.”

“You were scared?” he asked as you nodded. Din stepped closer and stopped in front of you, looking at you curiously as he realized just how hard this was for you as well, “were you scared of me?”

“No,” you grabbed his hand and quickly cut him off, “never of you. It was just everything all at once. With losing...him, everything with the Mandalorians and Boba and Fennec. There could not have been a worse time for this to happen. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

“You’re sorry?” a look of confusion marred his features as his eyes softened and crinkled in the corner, “whatever are you sorry for? In case you forgot, this didn’t happen just because of you. It takes two...nothing in life seems to go to plan, but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t have to work out, Cyare. You are my riduur and that is our child.”

A large hand found your belly as he pulled you into him, wasting no precious time before he wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back, just as tightly, just as fiercely, clinging onto him like it was the only thing in life that mattered, “I should have told you sooner, please forgive me, Din. I should have come to you first…”

“I’m glad I found out,” he whispered as he pressed gentle kisses to the side of your head before pulling back and cradling your face in his hands, “before something else happened or we were separated. I’m not mad, I’m happy - really happy. It doesn’t matter that the timing isn’t perfect or we’re in a different situation than we thought we might be. I’m happy, Cyare. I love you beyond measure, and that includes our whole family - Grogu, and whatever other children we’ll have.”

“Yeah?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he agreed, “I hold you in my heart forever - you are my home, my heart, my family. We’ll figure this out together, I swear. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything, Din.”

“Don’t stay here,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, “stay with me.”

“Yes,” your smiled against his lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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mosneakers · 5 months

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Nadia: [Concerned] Colonization has already set in. We are all literally doomed.

Erwin: Now don't panic, that doesn't necessarily mean—

Jeremy: Don't you have a lot of friends in Shady Acres, Erwin? We know what aliens could do to a person's memory, and they've been known to shapeshift...You trust all of them?

Erwin: Well, yeah. Tycho's my best friend; he would never. He's got family who married aliens and stuff, but he's one of us. Plus, he was away all summer, so the frequencies couldn't be coming from him. Coni used to live over there, but she lives with me now, so it's not her. That leaves Sage Darling... No. I know the Darlings. They're a little strange, but Sage is Seymour's kid. They're not aliens. And Alice, we've been friends since high school. I highly doubt it could be her.

Kayla: Doesn't sound like you have the strongest case there, bud. I'd keep an eye on them. Jeremy: I have my suspicions about the mayor... Kayla: Ohhh, the Roswells!? Maybe it could be M.I.R.A.? Erwin: I'll do some more digging. Mabel, where did you find that scientific study? The mysterious anonymous one from Strangetown? I imagine it's nowhere to be found online. Mabel: Nope. I asked the librarian. If you catch Ms. Davis and ask her for it, she'll hook you up for sure.

Erwin: K... I uh... I'm cutting this meeting short. Kayla, go off about the jackalopes or whatever.

Erwin: Ah, just the young lady I was looking for, Ms. Davis...

The librarian fidgets anxiously with her nametag and smiles up at Erwin. Ms. Davis: Oh... well hello, sweetheart... What can I help you with?

Erwin: Actually, I'm looking for some archives? Ms. Davis: ...Okay, and? Erwin: ...And I was told you can help me? I'm looking for some old science studies done in Strangetown. Really anything from Strangetown can help.

Ms. Davis peeks over the top of her glasses convincingly.

Ms. Davis: Erwin, you're not chasing alien stories still, are you? Like those crazy Salas supporters out there?

Erwin: No! Ms. Davis, of course not... I'm just curious.

Ms. Davis: Erwin...

Erwin: Well... between you and me...

Ms. Davis: Oh, sweetheart... Ms. Davis stands up from her chair, and silently walks over to Erwin.

Ms. Davis: Erwin, honey... I want you to drop the subject. Erwin chuckles, confused. Erwin: What? Ms. Davis: You heard me. The alien stuff. Drop it. It's not safe, Erwin.

Ms. Davis takes a step closer to Erwin, limiting the personal space between them; Erwin defensively takes a step back. Erwin: Ms. Davis? Ms. Davis: [Stern gaze] You're getting yourself into trouble, and you're not going to be able to come back from it. Now, there will be no more talk of aliens in my library. And if you've got any sense, you'll stop chasing them. Do I make myself clear?

Erwin is at loss for words, and nods silently with his eyes narrowed. Erwin: I... I should go. Ms. Davis: [Bobs her head in agreement] I think that'd be for the best. Go straight home, and do something useful with your time.

Erwin: I'll make sure to do that. Oh, Ms. Davis? Ms. Davis: Yes, Erwin? Erwin: You know, Ms. Davis, I find it amusing. For all the years I've been coming to this library, ever since I've known you, we had this little thing. I'd call you "Ms. Davis," and you'd always respond with "Call me Mildred, honey!" without fail. Funny how you just... forgot that today. Have a nice day.

part 2/2

#ts4 #MD4season10 #MD4 #Erwin Pries #Strangerville #Strangerville Conspiracy Society

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hanazou · 3 years

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matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

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tiffdawg · 3 years

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Some Kind of Magic | A Frankie Morales x Reader Story

Part Three of the Summer Sunlight Series

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: T | Warnings: family fluff, allusions to baby making.

Request: @b0n-chann requested 68 (you didn’t have to ask) and 80 (is your seatbelt on?) from this list with Frankie for the 500 Celebration. Thank you for the request my love!

A/N: I was hoping to have something more substantial to share this weekend but apparently all I have in me is some super soft Frankie fluff. This is from a request for my 500 follower celebration eight months ago... which took an embarrassingly long time to fulfill. It follows One Summer Night and Golden Hour which you can find on my masterlist.

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Some Kind of Magic

Beams of golden sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves to light the forest floor. With bubbling laughter, your precocious daughter danced between them, always careful not to disturb the seedlings along the trail. Despite the uphill hike to the river where you’d enjoyed a picnic lunch earlier that afternoon, she was as energetic as ever. Of course, her father had carried her on his back most of the trek up. The man was defenseless against her pouty lips and big brown eyes that matched his own.

As you glanced over at Frankie, you found a dreamy smile on his handsome face as he watched Celia play. In a silent gesture meant to convey that you felt the exact same way, you squeezed his hand, still firmly clasped in yours even after miles of walking.

“That little girl is magic,” he said quietly before turning to you with a soft look, “just like you.”

“I think she takes after you,” you countered. Frankie pulled you closer and pressed a quick kiss to your smile.

“She’s the best of both of us,” he reasoned. There was a mischievous spark in his eyes when he added, “we made a good kid.”

“Yeah, we did,” you agreed enthusiastically. You’d loved Frankie before you’d ever so much as kissed him. In the last decade following that first kiss one summer long ago, your relationship proved steady and sturdy and full of love. You made a good team as partners and as parents. It was no wonder you had such a great kid.

Ahead of you, Celia’s curiosity got the better of her and she knelt to inspect something on the trail. Bear, the fluffy Burmese Mountain Dog you and Celia had found at a shelter and surprised Frankie with a few months ago on his birthday, stopped beside her. The dog was never far behind her as he was the little girl’s best friend and fiercest protector. A moment later, the two came sprinting back toward you.

“¡Papá, mira!” she called to Frankie as she jumped into his outstretched arms. He groaned as he hoisted her up so that her weight rested on his hip. The four-year-old seemed to grow every day right before your eyes and you had a hard time believing she wasn’t a baby anymore.

“What did you find?” he asked.

With a toothy grin, she proudly showed him the heart-shaped rock sitting in the palm of her hand. “It’s for you.”

“I’ll keep it forever,” Frankie promised as he smiled lovingly at his daughter. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, and you knew it was a matter of moments before she’d finally fall fast asleep. Judging by the way Frankie held her, you also knew he wouldn’t mind carrying her the rest of the way. With as quickly as time passed and as fast as she seemed to grow, it wouldn’t be long until he’d be unable to hold her like that. It was a bittersweet thought. One that made your heart ache with premature nostalgia and reminded you to enjoy every moment the three of you had together.

And the sight of Frankie and your daughter bathed in the light of late afternoon was nothing short of a perfect moment. It was almost too good to be true but something so wonderfully real.

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After loading up the back of your crossover – a family car Frankie insisted you have the moment you mentioned the idea of trading in your old sedan shortly after you found out that you were pregnant – you helped Bear inside and climbed in the driver’s seat. As you belted yourself in, you caught sight of Frankie setting your sleeping daughter carefully into her new booster seat. You paused for a moment just to watch because as mundane as it might’ve seemed to anyone else, it was a sight that always melted your heart.

“There you go little lady,” he said quietly.

Not even half awake, Celia responded with a mumbled “I love you, papá.”

“I love you too, mija,” he said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Ever the worried father, almost as soon as he was settled in the passenger seat, Frankie turned and double checked her seatbelt. He also spared a quick glance at the dog, also securely belted and already fast asleep with his head in Celia’s lap. And then his eyes found yours. “Is your seatbelt on?” he asked like always.

“Yes, Francisco,” you answered with a smile and a playful roll of your eyes. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Of course I do,” he muttered, looking slightly offended. “Gotta keep my family safe.”

It was a familiar sentiment, but it warmed your heart all the same. So, after you shifted the gear into drive, you rested your hand on top of his, your fingers slotting together perfectly. As you headed west toward the sunset, you smiled to yourself as you felt the cool metal of his wedding band against your skin.

It was a quiet journey down the mountainside with only the intermittent static of the radio, still out of range, between songs and Bear’s soft snores breaking the silence. When you stopped at the first intersection in miles, Frankie turned to you with that shy grin you loved so much. “This might’ve been my favorite anniversary yet.”

“You say that every year,” you teased.

“And each year is better than the last,” he replied emphatically, his brows raising above his wide eyes.

“I know,” you sighed happily. “Can you believe we’ve been married five years already?”

His only response was to lean over the center console and kiss you soundly. A kiss you returned with equal fervor. “I love you even more than I did five years ago,” he said with astonishment lacing his voice when you finally parted. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

“I know what you mean,” you said as you scratched at his scruff on his cheek. You noted a few new gray spots fondly. “I love you too.”

““So,” he started carefully. You followed his gaze back to Celia. “How about one more?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder the question the two of you had been debating for months. “Our family hike might be over, but the anniversary celebrations don’t have to end just yet. How about we start tonight?”

His eyes darkened as he grinned wolfishly at you. “I can’t fucking wait.”

“That’s a dollar!” Celia called from the backseat.

“I thought you were sleeping!” Frankie feigned exasperation with an exaggerated sigh. Celia’s amused giggles were absolutely infectious.

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#fic: some kind of magic #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 3 years

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The Voyage So Far: Skypiea

east blue (1 | 2) || alabasta (1 | 2) || skypiea || water 7 || enies lobby || thriller bark || paramount war (1 | 2) || fishman island || punk hazard || dressrosa (1 | 2) || whole cake island || wano (1 | 2)

the bar scene in jaya is one i didn’t really get the first time i read it- like nami, i mostly found luffy and zoro’s refusal to fight back frustrating more than anything else. i didn’t realize the connection to shanks in the prologue until someone else pointed it out awhile later, but when i did, it made me appreciate the entire sequence and luffy’s choices a lot more.

honestly, i know this is one of the pages that gets the most attention from jaya, and it absolutely deserves it. blackbeard here is effectively dropping one of the biggest main themes of the series- people’s dreams don’t end!!- and how interesting that we get that delivered by the antagonist to the protagonist, instead of the other way around? how often do you see a series do that?

and the line hits. look at the emphasis. there’s absolutely nothing on these two pages except for the three strawhats, blackbeard, and blackbeard’s line, bigger than anything else.

chapter 232, with luffy punching out bellamy in one hit is still, to this day, probably my favorite one piece chapter. it opens with the drunk pirate seeing the newspaper with luffy’s hundred million bounty and realizing just who bellamy was kicking around, and it hits on one of my favorite plot threads of one piece- the growing infamy of the strawhats and luffy in particular, and their rise in the world.

the atmosphere of the whole scene is so good, the tension in their air, the way all the bar patrons jump when luffy yells for bellamy to come out- and when the hit comes, the satisfaction is visceral.

i’ve talked about it before, but god, i LOVE the way one piece defines “romance”- the arthurian kind of romance, the adventurous kind, that romanticizes the world and its wonders- romance dawn. in an arc as thematically heavy as jaya, it makes sense that it, too, is explicitly brought up. can you think of a more romantic, impossible adventure than traveling to the sky?

nami’s confidence when faced with the task of navigating into the sky is so fantastic.

the expressions, and the art in general, in skypiea, are really so lovely. look at the variety between the strawhats when they first emerge from the white-white sea to lay eyes on angel island. look how expressive they all are!! i have such a soft place in my heart for the art in these earlier arcs, honestly.

somewhat related to the above: there are so many little moments in skypiea where the strawhats just get to have FUN, and be stupid, and get fleshed out more as characters, and honestly it’s such a delight. also, everyone’s skypiea outfits were just really really good. cowboy hat robin... i miss u every day

i really like the whole scene where robin is exploring the ruins, and these panels in particular have such a lovely sort of ethereal look to them. i love seeing robin doing archeology, i think for the same reason i love to see sanji cooking- the strawhats are all such cool and passionate people, and it’s really really nice to see them doing and talking about the things they love and excel at most.

i’m sure i’ve said it before but i LOVE how logia powers are depicted, especially when used to avoid an attack. it’s so cool. ace’s cover story runs through most of this arc, and we get some great examples of it there as well.

1. wife

2. skypiea is SUCH a good character-building arc for robin- which is good, because the next saga is almost entirely predicated on how much both the audience and the strawhats care about her. it’s here where we learn about her passion for archeology, her reverence for history, and get a much better look at the softer sides of her personality and her fast-growing admiration and affection for the strawhats.

man, enel has so many huge, terrifyingly powerful shows of force throughout this arc, but this right here, this little sequence where he appears behind raki between panels without warning and we see him reflected in her eye, communicates better than absolutely anything else just why he’s a nightmare.

“jonny you sure are posting a lot of panels of zoro being cool without any real commentary” yeah. he kicks ass in this arc

conis is a very underrated character, i think. she’s pretty easy to overlook, but she also manages to completely break the indoctrination she’s been raised into and gambles her own life to save most of the population of angel island from complete extermination. she yells that she doesn’t recognize enel as god, an instant death sentence at any other time, just to get them to listen to her.

there’s a moment, in this scene, where a boy throws a rock at her for insulting enel, and she just stands there, and lets the blood trickle down her face, and keeps making her case. honestly, i really like her.

look at this page. look how it’s framed. luffy in the foreground, taking up most of the page- enel in the background, tiny, inconsequential.

now that’s how you draw god’s natural enemy.

this is one of my favorite nami character moments in the whole manga. nami is a greedy person. she has a lot of things she wants. it’s one of her defining traits.

but when faced with someone with godlike power, offering her absolutely anything she wants if she’ll just abandon her friends and come with him- she doesn’t want anything, for that price, even with her life on the line if she declines. she knows exactly what her treasure is.

obviously this is an awesome panel, but sanji’s little smile just before enel strikes him is what really, really makes it for me. he’s about to get slammed with several thousand volts of lightning, but more importantly, nami and usopp are going to be safe.

the skypiea flashback is one of my very favorites, and also the first time one piece ever made me cry. i nearly cried just flipping through it again for this post. it’s just so fucking devastating.

noland never stopped looking, and calgara never stopped waiting, and neither of them ever lost faith in each other despite how badly they fell out at the end, and wow, that just kills me. but at the same time, it makes the way the flashback and the main story come together at the end so satisfying and cathartic.

i do think skypiea has one of the best climaxes of any arc. the way all the disparate elements and plot threads- enel, the story of noland and calgara, the war between the skypieans and shandians, cricket’s search down on jaya- come together and tie up so perfectly that the entire arc can be ended by the ringing of a single massive bell is nothing less than genius writing.

i really love the establishment of roger’s poneglyph message and all the things it implies here. it raises so many questions, most of which we’ve only now gotten answered, in wano. oda’s capacity for long-term storytelling is one of his greatest strengths, and this is probably one of my favorite examples of it. (see also, in jaya when sanji mentions offhand that he was born in north blue.)

i just really love seeing them all smiling, and i love the parallels to calgara and noland’s sendoff here. feels like a wound finally healing, after four hundred years.

and, of course, it ends with cricket, asking what crazy, romantic dream they’re going to chase down next. because this is one piece!! just because you find the end of one rainbow doesn’t mean you stop looking for the next one.

#the voyage so far #one piece #arc: skypiea #arc: jaya #not japanese #long post #opmeta

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arminocean · 3 years

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helllooo i saw the new scenarios you did with admin and iwa where they were insecure that u liked their friends better than them, so could you do the same thing but with erin and jean? fluff endings plz:)

Hello, and sure thing hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day. And I will be doing the normal snk season 1-3 verse since that what I did last time but i can do modern au. Also cool theme.

Jean

now this boy may act all cocky and cool, but come on we know he never been with someone before

So much is going on and he never really had time

well he also kept getting rejected so there is that

but then there was you

Jean has told connie, sasha, and Marco about you multiple times

But since they never met you they kind of didn’t believe him

but Marco believed him since you two talk with each other a lot

So during “Lunch time” you actually sat with Jean friends (why does this sound like we are in high school)

Anyway you guys talked and got along

but you guys' had to clean because of levi after eating

Conie, sasha, and jean had to clean the halls with other cadets

While you and Marco had to clean the stables, alone... together

Jean of course trusted both you and Marco

But you and Marcos personality went well with each other

And you guys being alone together for probly a hour or two didn’t feel right

“Hey earth to Jean are you going to help me clean the shelves i’m too short,” Connie said waving his hand in front of Jean face

Since multiple cadets were cleaning the halls they finished before the people cleaning the stalls.

Jean went over to where you and Marco was cleaning

“Hey guys are you alm-” Jean stopped just staring at you and Marco laughing together

He had this small smile on his face, walking away not wanting to interrupt you two

Jean usally wouldn't be jealous of you hanging out eith someone unless it is eren

But knowing hoe much nicer marco is kimd of concerned him

This dude is slightly cocky, but still overthinks a little

Also iu nevered laugh like that with him

Yes they do Jean, yes they do

Jen was distracted ft hie thoughts when someone hugged him

"Hm, hey y/n what are you up to," he said

"Well I have to shower, then I have time to spend with you," you said smiling at him

awkward jean activated

But fr he started blushing not knowing why

All his insecureities kind of flew away

"Hey y/n how do you actually feel about me," he said quietly " like im this relationship what do you think of me,"

"Huh well if you are really curious i care very much about you and... Love you," you replied

Jean basically tripped on air since he wasn't really expecting that answer

"Um love you too y/n," Jean said actually calm now

He gave a gentle kiss on your head smiling

Marco DEFINITELY wasn't watching the whole thing

Eren

Okay normally you would know Eren friends before you guys started dating

And you did, except you didn't know armin well

So you and armin made a plan to go hang out with eachother when you guys didn't have anything to do for once

But the thing issssss...

No one told Eren this, and the time you guys were goung to hang out is when he has stable duty

Now it not like you can't hang out with other people. You and Eren just haven't talked for a while cause of an argument

Anyway you and Armin were just sitting outside, talking about random stuff

You guys were actually getting along really well

But you didn't know a sad Eren was watching you two behind a bush

You guys wouldn't of noticed him if he didn't actually fall over and made a bunch of noise

He quickly got up and just awkwardly stared at you two

"Umm hey guys didn't see you guys here, can I talk toy y/n for a second," Eren said passive aggressively

Armin quickly got up saying a quick bye

"What the hell was that about Eren," you said scolding him

"Well I was going to talk about the fight we had, but I didn't know you already found another boyfriend," he said.

"And you know me and Armin got in a fight the other day, is this your way of telling me you hate me cause it sure seems that way," eren shouted

"Eren your overeating me and Armin just wanted to hang out since this is one of the few time both of oir schedule is clear," you said kind of annoyed

"Ohhhhh I guess that make since," Eren said obviously embarrassed

You knew Eren pretty well and could tell he was insecure of Armin for some reason

You were still upset about him get upset like that, but you understanded

You two sat in silence for a while, before Eren started walking away

You quickly grabbed his arm staring at him

You were about to say something when he tightly hugged you

"I'm sorry I love you," was all he said even though it meant a lot

"I love you too Eren."

#hope you enjoyed #Aot angst #Aot fluff #Jean x reader #Eren x reader #Aot x reader #Jean fluff #Eren fluff #Eren headcanons #Jean headcanons #Aot headcanons #request #Aot request

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roseate-felidae · 3 years

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Why might a Guinea pig be better than a Rabbit?

Hi,

When looking for the best pet we want "cuddly", "friendly" and "Cute" But in reality "sitting still on your lap", "not biting" and "easy on care and your wallet" are just as important too.

Other than a cat or dog, Guinea pigs and rabbits check all of these boxes. (Except with covid 19, dogs and cats are even more pricey than before).

So which is better?

first the similarities -

They both live in hutches or cages. They eat the same food (Except guinea pig food has added vitamin C) and guinea pigs were even called Pig- Conies (coney is old English for rabbit) back in the day.

So why might a Guinea pig be better?

Health, temperament and price.

Below are some examples of my experiences that favour the guinea pig to the rabbit in these three instances.

Health-

Most important in my opinion!

Recently, I had three rabbits die within a few days of each other to a deadly disease. This disease was Calcivirus. No cure, vaccines are very expensive and in 1984 (the first outbreak) it killed 140 million in China alone. With the rise of man made diseases, many rabbits do not last long. These man made diseases are terribly common and once caught, are incurable and fatal.

Thankfully, Guinea pigs are less susceptible to deadly illnesses, have no man made diseases and there are no vaccines to be paid for.

My longest lived guinea pig was 7 years old. In that time, She never went to the vet, was never ill and lived outside through the hottest summer's and snowy winters.

Temperament -

We have all heard that rabbits turn nasty when they hit maturity. Neutering can stop this, but it is pricey and not every vet is good at it.

4 Out of my 7 rabbits had an aggression issue. They would bite, lunge and grunt, growl and scratch. It could have been 5 Out of 7, but one we never picked up as kids.

But guinea pigs do not tend to bite or change temperament with age. Neutering is only for male guinea pigs, which is only used when bonding a male to female Guinea pigs.

Price-

Rabbits need bigger hutches or cages, more food, vaccines and Spays to solve health or temperament problems.

This all makes rabbits dearer than them. The initial price of a rabbit is £45- £80. Guinea pigs are on average £25-£50.

My rabbits died a common, yet mostly unavoidable death, I will never keep one again. So my only option is to continue with Guinea pigs from now.

There are many people who like rabbits more than guinea pigs. perhaps they find them prettier or softer (their fur is only rivalled by Chinchillas).

What ever your opinion be, know that this is my opinion and does not negate or replace other people's views. Choose what you feel is right.

*Update

In response to a comment about guinea pig fragility and respiratory infections.

A lot of small pets are fragile and should be taken to vets. A respiratory infection (guinea pig) is not as common as you think and is easy to treat. Compared to mixie or rhd in a rabbit. These man made diseases have become very prevalent up and down the country and are incurable.*

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Drowning | JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: JJ saves your life.

A/N: I had this idea this morning and just thought it would turn out into a great fic. I hope you guys enjoy! xx

!!!! Warning: curse words, drugs, drowning and resuscitation

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Your parents were throwing a party to celebrate your dad’s growing company and the guest list included most of the kooks on the island. You were okay with going to the party because you thought Sarah would be the one to accompany Ward and Rose, but instead it was Rafe who showed up in her place. Sarah was hanging out with John B.

That’s where you would like to be right now, except you wanted to be hanging out with JJ instead of John B of course. You and JJ had grown into close friends the last few months. Your car had broke down on the side of the road and out of everyone who passed by, JJ was the one to stop and help. He offered to look at your car and see if he could figure out what was wrong and since then your friendship grew.

Your family didn’t mind you hanging out with JJ or the rest of the pogues for that matter. Your family didn’t follow the other kooks in hating the pogues because most of your dad’s employees were from the Cut. He actually knew them as a person and didn’t judge them for what side of the island they lived on.

It was only 30 minutes into the party, Rafe had come out of your guest bathroom with bloodshot eyes and the remnants of white powder on his nose. You knew he’d just done a line, which meant he was drunk and high. He’d already downed three drinks.

“Seriously, Rafe? My bathroom?”

“What? Scared your parents might think it’s you doing coke?” He jokes, wiping his nose.

You roll your eyes, “They know me better than that. Why did you come tonight anyways?” You made your way outside, Rafe following.

“My dad asked me. Said there could be a potential job opportunity.”

“So you decide to snort a line of coke? What a great first impression.”

“Who are you to judge me? You’re the one who slums it around with those nasty pogues on the cut.”

“Hanging out with the pogues is better than doing drugs, Rafe. That’s not even a good comparison. Plus, they’re better people than you kooks.”

“Last time I checked, princess, you’re one of us too.” He continues to follow you down to the edge of your dock.

“Last time I checked, I don’t snort cocaine and disappoint my parents.” You fire back, turning to face him. Okay, maybe that was a little too far on your part, but sometimes Rafe needs it instead of being babied.

He narrows his eyes at you, “You fucking bitch.” And with that he slams his hands into your chest, sending you into the water.

When Sarah had arrived at John B’s, JJ questioned her where you were. She’d explained that you were at your family’s party. JJ then suggested going over there to pick you up on the boat and then do a little evening fishing. He knew you loved being out on the water so you could watch the sunset. The rest of the pogues agreed and headed out to the boat.

It wasn’t a long drive out to your house. John B had slowed the boat when they entered the wake zone and JJ spotted you heading down the dock, Rafe following behind.

“Well that makes it easier for us to pick her up.” Sarah says with a laugh when she saw you at the end of the dock.

“They look like they are arguing.” Kie shields the sun from her eyes, “Someone yell out for her.”

Before anyone could yell, they watched as Rafe pushed you into the water and then turned around and headed back to the house.

“Oh my god!” Sarah was up from her seat in seconds, worry in her voice, “She can’t swim!”

“hang on!” John B gassed the boat and got as close as he could without getting too close to the area you could be in.

JJ had already pulled his shirt and shoes off and was diving into the water. Your body came floating to the surface, face down. JJ surfaced nearby and flipped your body over, but you weren’t responsive.

“Y/n?! Shit shit..” JJ swam your body to the dock as John be got close enough to the dock. Pope jumped off the boat and onto the dock, pulling your body up on the dock.

JJ exited the water and began tapping on your shoulders and shaking you, “Y/N?! Y/n can you hear me?!” He leaned down and put his ear against your chest but you weren’t breathing. There wasn’t a pulse felt either. “She’s not fucking breathing!” JJ immediately began CPR, panic setting in.

“Someone call 911!”

“Help! Someone help!”

The ruckus down at the dock caught the attention of the party goers. Soon you could see your parents running down to the dock.

“Come on, y/n! Breath!” JJ alternated between mouth to mouth and chest compressions. About the third alternation, you finally coughed and JJ could breath again. He cradled your head to the side as you coughed up the water, “Good good..”

Your eyes met JJ’s, “What..”

“Shh..” His hand went to your cheek, “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He held you in his lap until your parents got to you asking what happened. Your mom had took JJ’s place, giving you a look over, checking for any other injuries.

You could see Rafe’s sober face at the front of the crowd, “I.. I tripped and fell in.”

“Oh honey.” Your mom holds you tightly in her arms, “I’ve told you to never wear those heels on the dock.”

JJ had to hold back the urge to jump at Rafe and beat the shit out of him. He knew Rafe had pushed you in. If JJ hadn’t suggested to pick you up, you’d be dead right now because of Rafe.

“You saved her life.” Your dad placed a hand on JJ’s shoulder, pulling JJ from his thoughts.

JJ ran a hand over his wet hair to get it out of his face, “We’d seen her fall in.” He motioned to the rest of the pogues, “Sarah said she couldn’t swim.”

Your dad holds a hand out to JJ, “We’re forever grateful.”

JJ shook your fathers hand, with a nod, “I’m just glad we were here.” He took the towel from John B to dry off.

Sarah had took a moment with you next, hugging on you. She’d given you a towel to wrap around yourself. It was after Sarah was done, you went to JJ, immediately wrapping your arms around him.

He returned the hug, “You scared the shit out of me.” He gave you a tighter squeeze.

“Thank you.” You felt him kiss the top of your head.

“You weren’t breathing.” He pulled away enough to look down at you, caressing your cheek with his knuckles, “I’ve never been so terrified.”

You were well aware of the crowd watching. However, your parents attention was on the police who’d just arrived. They’d explained what had happened. “This is the second time you’ve saved me.”

“The first was your car. Not your life.” He fixes the towel back around your shoulders.

You let out a soft laugh, “Well, either way you’re always saving me. How can I return the favor?”

“Well, I know how to swim.” He teases, “So you don’t have to save me from drowning.”

You roll your eyes at his teasing, “How about...” You bite your lip in thought and finally the idea comes to you, “A date? I mean I don’t really know how to pay you back that would live up to you literally saving my life.”

“A date?” He hums, “I think that would work as a great payment. Only if it’s maybe a weekly date kind of thing.”

You laugh and nod, “I can make that work.”

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