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I was hoping you wouldn't mind being tagged! And plz id love to hear abt the Nami and Luffy bonding thats my shit 👀👀

omg yes of course!!🥺🥺 love them. bestie vibes🥺🥺

im just gonna put everything under the cut lmao. (op marineford spoilers below)

okay so. this is a nami pov oneshot where luffy comes back from amazon lily after the two years and wants some advice about the whole boa hancock situation?? (like i can't imagine that he wouldn't at least think about how the most beautiful woman in the world fell in love with him and he didn't feel anything about it. (luffy is aroace in this.)) so he goes to nami and kinda awkwardly brings it up. they talk and nami tells him he might be aroace and luffy gets excited about that. and of course bc the nickname for asexual is "ace" they get on the subject of ace the brother (it's corny i know I ALREADY KNOW). so yeah😭 i probably won't ever post it. (especially without an aroace person to like. proofread it, since i'm not aroace) but i liked writing it and i like a lot of the moments in it

anyway i'll shut up heres the end

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Nami watches him bring his hand to his chest once again, a false smile still masking what she knows must be a storm underneath. She waits for him to say something, and when he doesn’t, she speaks.

"Luffy," she says, "you know I'm here for you, right?" 

He nods, his hair now slightly obscuring his eyes. Nami studies him closely, searching for some kind of clue as to how he's really feeling.

"Nami." He still isn't looking at her, but as if guessing her thoughts, he says, "I'm okay."

"I know." She doesn't believe it, but nevertheless she repeats, "I know." After a beat, she asks, "Luffy, can I give you a hug?"

He meets her eyes briefly before looking down again and shrugging. "Sure."

She puts her arms around him, and at first he just sort of leans against her. But after a few seconds he shifts to fully return the embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face into her shoulder.

After another moment, Nami feels him grip her shirt, and for some reason it makes tears spring to her eyes.

"It's been so long, but it still hurts so much." 

The words pierce Nami's heart.

"Luffy…"

She puts a hand on the back of his head to keep him close.

"Luffy, I am so sorry." She holds him to her, rocking him slightly. "I'm sorry we weren't there. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you." 

Luffy maintains his grip. "It's okay. There was nothing anyone could do."

They stay that way for a minute or so, Nami stroking his hair.

She knows little about Ace apart from what she remembers from their meeting in Alabasta, and of course what she'd learned from the newspapers since his death. She recalls a freckled face and eyes that squinted just like Luffy's when he smiled. (She'd been surprised to learn in the paper that the two were not, in fact, related by blood.) She also remembers Ace falling asleep while eating which had greatly alarmed everyone until Luffy informed them all of his narcolepsy. 

(She tries not to think about the photograph from the paper, of Ace's broken body and Luffy's lifeless eyes staring towards the sky. It shook her to her core when she saw it two years ago, and she has not been able to purge it from her mind since.)

She holds Luffy a bit tighter.

Her captain attracts companions like light attracts the lost. Those who know him love him—and while Nami and the others had all only known him for fewer than six months before they parted, she knows that he would give his life for any of them, and that they would do the same for him. She can only imagine Luffy's devotion to someone who had loved him and whom he had loved for years. 

Suddenly Luffy chuckles, bringing Nami from her thoughts.

"What is it?" Nami asks, pulling away from the hug.

"What if Ace was ace, too? Ace Ace. That’d be funny," he says and giggles. "But he definitely liked boys." 

"Oh, really?" Nami smiles, comforted by Luffy's familiar lightheartedness. "Now that you mention it, I thought he was flirting with Sanji when we met him in Alabasta." 

Luffy laughs. "Too bad Sanji only likes girls." 

Well, Nami has her suspicions about that, but she only rolls her eyes and says, "Tell me about it. Speaking of Sanji," she says. "Are you hungry? Let's go pester him for some lunch." 

"Good idea!" Luffy grins. And before she can say another word, he has flown out the door. Nami shakes her head and smiles. Just as she moves to follow him, he pops his head back in the doorway. 

"Nami," he says. "Thank you." 

Her smile grows, at the same time as something warm and overflowing swells in her chest. 

"I'm so glad you're back, Luffy."

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hnnnng. after rbing just a few spoiler-free one piece arts i have realized that once i have free reign to browse the fandom to my heart's content.............. this is absolutely going to turn into a one piece blog. i am so sorry

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Happy birthday to my favorite spacebabe @salemtheblackcat!

💕 I love you and I hope you have a fantastic birthday, sweetheart! 💕

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@bilbobagginsbrainrotblog

I’m gonna propose “I guess you haven’t read the silmarillion then :/” as a default response to anyone not understanding a reference to something obscure. even if it’s not remotely Tolkien related. I want to build up a perception that perhaps the sum total of human knowledge is contained in the silmarillion

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@bilbobagginsbrainrotblog

nah bro YOU live in a society. i live in a hole in the ground. not a nasty, dirty, wet hole with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and th

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oh. my. goodness.

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OHHHHHH MMYYY GOOOSHSHHSH I WAS LITERALLY SMILING FROM THE MOMENT I READ THE SUMMARY TO THE END💕😭😭💕😭😭💕😭💕😭😭💕😭💕😭💕😭😭💕😭

omg congrats on 160😭 could i request a faramir/eowyn ficlet? ily💕

THANK YOU MY DARLING 😩😩💕💕💕 im so dumb love, i had this done and in drafts on saturday night and forgot to hit post on it. sorry and here you are~❤️

Faramir looks at his sleeping child, moments after birth. Post-LotR drabble.

Ao3 Link: [x] or below the cut:

“You’ve been staring at him for twenty minutes,” 

Eowyn’s soft voice behind him. The shift of linen and cotton as she pulls herself forward, drowsy, to snake her arm through one of his and lean her head on his shoulder. Faramir sits in an endless eternity, staring into the face of a sleeping infant, nestled into the crook of his arm. His sleeping son- the breath catches in his throat as the thought crystalizes in his mind. There are hopes and dreams and promises, and poetic speeches about the birth of a new age. There are soft talks by the fire in winter, when the world seems warm and gentle and he and Eowyn capable of anything. And then there is reality- the reality of the little nose and puckered mouth, flaxen hair against the newly scrubbed skin. The reality of Eowyn’s breath tickling the hair on his shoulder. Her slender finger as it moves to trace the line of the baby’s cheek. Eboron- The Enduring Star. But Faramir couldn’t guarantee that, could he? 

Faramir wasn't his father, or one of the great Elf lords of a fading age. He couldn't look into the future and see what awaited the sleeping lump in his arms, and the unknowns, the what-if’s, made his heart beat and his hand clench and unclench in the white sheets.

"You're worrying again," Says Eowyn, head still on his shoulder. She curls her other arm around his side, finding his hand and interlacing her fingers with his to stop his fidgeting, "What about?"

Faramir swallows. The light is golden through the window, left open to air the room of a new birth. The fragrance of Ithilian drifts in and fills his lungs like heady draught.

"Everything." He says truthfully, "I don't know how to father him."

Eowyn laughs, a little tired exhalation, "You've already done that much."

Faramir turns and presses a kiss to the top of her hair, overcome by a sudden fondness for her.

"Yes, I know that. But the rest of it. I want him to grow up strong and valiant. I don't want him to doubt himself."

"As you do?"

"As I do."

Eowyn turns so she can look him in the eye. Even through her exhaustion Faramir sees the icy spark there, a defiance that won't be tempered.

"I have no fear of that." She says, "You will father a son who believes he can move mountains. Do you know how I know this?” 

Faramir knows the answer, sees the small amused quirk of her mouth in it’s thin set line, but asks her “how?” anyway,

“Because I will be his mother.” She says, and leans in to kiss him finally. The doubts dissipate into the warm evening air, to play among the motes from the window. Eboron stirs- his tiny scrunched eyes open, meet the light, and wrinkle in protest. His small fists curl and open, and one links itself around a tendri of Eowyn’s golden hair. If she notices, she pretends not to, and simply curls up closer to Faramir. Outside the window, a bird flutters up from the underbrush, disturbed, and bursts singing out into the gathering twilight. Faramir is unfamiliar with this feeling, as it settles over him like a heavy blanket, though he knows it’s name. Peace. 

Eowyn coos at their baby- squirming now and shaking her hair back and forth like a rattle. Faramir’s arms are tired and his shoulders feel like lead, but he has no intentions of moving. Outside the bird’s song drifts into the glade, hastening on the falling of evening. Stars begin to peak out of the pink gold sky, enduring stars, thinks Faramir sleepily. Eowyn’s breath is now soft and rhythmic on his shoulder, matching the rise and fall of the baby’s chest as they both sleep, mother and son, leaning on him. 

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OOHHHHH MY GOOOSSSHHHHHH😭😭❤❤😩😩💔💔😭😭❤💔❤💔😩😭😩😭

ok first of all you know im obsessed with "taking care" and i love your oc from it AND NOW I KNOW HER NAMEE AHHHHH the angst in this😭😭 naruto baby😭😭😭

also your tags eri and gai getting married AS THEY SHOULD!!!!!!!❤😭❤😭❤😭❤

obsessed with this. obsessed

thicker than forgotten 👀❤👀❤👀❤ i gotta know

Both you and @tenderlysizzlingfart asked about this one, which is hilarious bc its...probably THE most convoluted and hard to explain but I'll do my best 😂

Basically this arose between me and my sister during a series of speculations after I finished the adoption fic (Taking Care) where we went on to flesh out the OC and her clan/family, and play with how the story would go from there and where things would end up if Narto (and Sask) had a whole adopted family during the events of the show. This is where it gets weird. At the time, we were also obssessed with this book called "The Incredible Lives of Greta Wells" (which everyone should read- its literally lifechanging) which is about a woman who keeps waking up as parallel versions of herself in different timelines and trying to reconcile them, and we took those ideas and were like 👀👀

So yeah, basically this is "regular naruto wakes up in our au adopted naruto world where everything is perfect for...angst reasons? I guess?" Here's a bit of a snippet below. Eri and Wada are the OC's created for the story- like I said this is heavily au-

“Not true,” Said Sasuke, “Naruto knows all about how worms taste, don’t you?” 

He turned and looked sharply at Naruto, and Naruto felt like he’d been sucker punched. His teammate had an actual smile playing around his lips, as he looked slyly over to him across the table. Naruto had never seen Sasuke so relaxed and happy; for one strange fleeting second, he felt like he really was his brother, being playfully ribbed with an inside joke at dinner. The next second, Sasuke realized his slipup, and his face re-masked itself. 

“Oh, you wouldn’t know about that.” He said, clearly embarrassed. “Nevermind.” 

Tell me about it then Naruto felt like begging him. All of a sudden he could no longer stomach it; the warm inviting banter at the table and the hot food and the feeling of being surrounded by people seemed cruel. He pushed his bowl away suddenly. 

“I think I’m gonna go to bed.” He said, throat suddenly raw, “OK?” 

“Alright…” Eri blinked at him from her seat, “Do you want me to show you where your room is?” 

“No, I can find it.” 

It wasn’t hard to find. At the top of the landing a note scribbled on a piece of paper and stuck in the attic door with a kunai read, “Wada’s room, keep out!” in bold lettering. Down the hall, all of the other doors were open; he had only to get a glimpse of the Gai poster, smiling brilliantly at him from the wall to tell which one was Lee’s. That left the door in front of him. The room was a high-ceilinged space with bay windows. On one side, the dark blue bedspread was perfectly made and clothes for the next day laid out. On the other, the garish orange bedspread was haphazardly tossed over the mattress, familiar looking clothes and socks strewn around it. 

I share a room with Sasuke. He realized, and tried not to dwell on the thought, kicking off his clothes and searching through the pile of unfamiliar items before pulling on a T-shirt and sweatpants that already smelled disconcertingly like him. 

The sounds of them talking and laughing downstairs drifted up to him, Sasuke’s voice among them, and he bit his lip and tried to snuggle down into the blanket. 

It wasn’t fair. If this was a genjutsu, it was a particularly cruel one. But it couldn’t be; the detail went too deep; Naruto only had to look around the space he was in to see touches that couldn’t have been constructed by his own mind. Sentimental items he didn’t recognize, trash shoved into the frame of his bed; there was even a diary, hidden not-exactly-well within his pillowcase. He pulled it out and began reading the latest entry,

Tuesday, July 10’th. 

Kinda spent all day goofing off again at training, but captain Yamato takes forever to get to the point so it’s not really my fault. Sakura is totally eager to spar all the time now and I don't plan on getting my face caved in, so i’m pretending to learn a new move to avoid her. Tomorrow Wada and Shino and I are going out to Ichariku’s with our mission money. Might ask Sai to come just so i don’t feel like a third wheel (gross). Ok, Sasuke is literally snoring right now even though he says he doesn’t snore. As I'm writing this I can hear him. Note to self; borrow a video camera for evidence. 

There was more to it, but Naruto closed the book and quickly shoved it back under the pillow. He didn’t want to read anymore. He didn’t want to be here any more. It was too cruel, and unfair; and a cruel and unfair thought was beginning to form in his mind. Maybe, he thought under the covers listening to the warm family banter below, maybe he just wouldn’t get back home. Maybe that other Naruto could take his life- the empty, trashed apartment, the fractured team, the lost Sasuke- and he could have this, if only for a while. He’d had it pretty good for a while, hadn’t he? That other Naruto? It was only fair. Maybe that other him would even  know what to do with his life. 

He lay there considering it in the darkness for awhile until he heard someone come up the stairs. In the hallway outside the door he could hear people talking in hushed voices; Eri and Sasuke, it sounded like, before the door was pushed open and Sasuke slipped inside. He didn’t bother being particularly quiet as he pulled on his pajamas and slid into his own bed. 

“Night.” He called quietly after a few minutes, and Naruto jumped, having forgotten that he could, of course, use sharingan to tell if he was awake. 

“Night.” he called back, guiltily, but he stayed awake anyway, as long as he could, listening to the sounds of the house as it settled. Trying to create a perfect snapshot of it, in case he closed his eyes and woke up in his old life again. 

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omg this was so fun!! thanks for the tag @fineanimesideblog !! 💕

my loot items 👀

i'll tag @zmieciony @shannonanagains @humantangerinee @rogueninja @pinepickled @jeanbo-kirschtein-blog @irukapng @mangekyhoes @leo-probably if you guys want to do this!!💕

Thanks for the tag, @timelordoftherings! This is the item drop game, where you display what loot items might drop upon your demise.

Seems like it could be fun, anyone interested in joining? :) @atychiphobiasucks @quaranmine @goose-bxrry @ginkobirchfalls @spacebabe51 @uniqueshoebakeryweasel

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I CANT DO THIS

sometimes i think about how there is a spy kids cinematic universe. like the machete movies are part of the spy kids universe. machete is the same uncle