#what a bunch of teases

[sun-archeron]

thinking abt luffy, and how he grew up so poor that if he wanted to have a decent meal he had to go into the forest and fight big, dangerous animals. but at least he was strong enough to be able to fight, while there were people that lived close to him that had to live amongst the trash, hoping to find scraps they could sell so they could eat once during the day.

thinking abt how luffy values food so much, how he always eats as much as he physically can. how he values the people that feed him, that eat with him. whether its a luxurious meal or just an apple they share.

thinking abt how pretty much everytime he saved/liberated a place/island/nation was bc someone from the place had fed him.

how when he actived gear 5 he was fighting to save a nation that its main problem was starvation. and not only that but the food there had also been weaponized to mock them and make them suffer more. and it was fighting for them that he fully reached the form of nika, the form that will allow him to bring down the current government and its system which creates these areas where people starve

also! how in zoros introduction we see him eat something that was on the dirt, partly bc he hadnt eaten in a long time and partly bc someone made it and risked themselves to bring it to him. and how sanji is always happy to cook for anyone whos hungry and absolutely hates food waste. and how these two are luffys wings

[causeimanartist]

WE HAVE A FULL TRINITY APPEARANCE FOLKS I REPEAT WE HAVE A FULL TRINITY

[blackbirdffxiv]

Perks of playing a polyamorous character:

Variety with writing when it comes to romantic bonds

You meet amazing people behind the characters

It's fun to do (if done properly and responsibly)

Cons of playing a polyamorous character:

When the players of your characters partners become besties and form an undefeatable squad that can, and will, relentlessly tease you

Literally cannot come up with snappy comebacks fast enough because you're a one-person army against a hivemind of nerds

[romulanslutempire]

Christina Chong supporting the cast Lewis Tan as Manu Noonien-Singh agenda. She’s a real one. 🖖🏻

[youareunbearable]

I've been rereading Here Be Dragons by thorinoakentwig and I've been daydreaming of the concept of Maedhros (after his death and being sent to the void) begging for redemption, if not for himself then at least for his brothers and father for failing to complete the oath. Eru listens to him and grants him his wish, allowing his family to rest in Mando’s halls instead of the void. Feanor is furious, not for being upstaged or whatever, but at the idea of his son suffering for him, more than he already has

(Fingon got to see a glimpse of red hair that burned like molten lava in the Halls before Maedhros was taken again. He closed his eyes for just a moment to feel and settle his grief before moving into action once again)

As per their agreement, Maedhros must save a life for every one he and his kin have ruined, however, he is not sent back as an Elf, but instead is reborn again and again in the form of Men and Dwarves and Hobbits with their mortal lifespans and limitations. He struggles with each rebirth to remember the last one, for mortal memories are so flawed compared to those of the Elves, but he gets the sensation of deja vu often and has strange dreams, and knows he has a Purpose.

But no matter the life he lives, he always has brilliant red hair, his eyes are always light in colour if not grey, he is always tall for his race, and at some point in his life he will loose a hand. Its not always in response to the Enemy- one lifetime he was whittling a toy horse and cut his palm, which became so infected that it had to be amputated.

He goes around helping people, as a doctor, a smith, a teacher, but more often than not he feels at home with a blade in his hand and the burden of responsibility for a people on his shoulders. He has led armies, villages, bands of mercenaries, counciled lords and ladies, and on one occasion commanded a ship full of Men. He never knows why he has such a drive to help people, why helping makes him feel so guilty, why he has nightmares of dark shadows and pain and three brilliant lights, why the chill of winter makes him feel safe, why he's always wanted a large family yet never once in all his reincarnation has had any desire to marry.

That is, until one day when he is reborn as a Man by the name of Doegred, he is take to the sea side by his parents as a gift for his 6th birthday. He looks west and is filled with such a profound longing that when asked whats wrong, he points towards the setting sun and says "i used to live there. I miss my home." As the sun sets, and as his parents digest the strange statement of their son, a voice comes floating by on the wind.

Its melodic, but melancholic in such a profound way that it moves all those that hear it to tears. Young Doegred tears away from his parents and races down the sand towards the vpice, red hair snapping behind him like licks of flame. Once his parents catch up to him, they are met with a strange scene.

An Elf, for no other being is as tall or looks as beautiful even in such a neglected state, is knelt on the shore, weeping and clutching their son to him as if he is afraid he'll vanish if he lets go. Doegred, for all that is worth, is making calming soothing croons while patting the matted hair of the Elf. He looks up at his parents, and with a glint in his blue eyes that almost makes them look grey, says "this is my younger brother. I left him behind once and I dont plan on doing so again."

(When they go home, it is with a much cleaner elf named Maglor in tow and much confused acceptance as two exasperated parents of a strange child can bare.)

Maglor stays in their village for a time, helping Doegred help others, until the Man becomes 18 and is leaving home for an adventure. He takes Maglor with him to the Elven city of Eregion, where they meet with the Elven lord there and much tears are shed. Doegred slowly begins to remember his past lives, reliving moments in dreams and second hand from tales told by Maglor and Celebrimbor. They in turn start to learn the full details of his agreement with Eru, of the burden he placed on his shoulders for his kin.

He helps his former nephew with the more political side of running his city, and tries his best to ignore the reverent whispering of the Feanorian Elves. Celebrimbor, not wanting to the news of his guests to spread, shuts his city's gates to outsiders and turns away a slightly peeved Maia in the process.

Doegred ages, as all Men do and it isn't long by Elven standards that he is once again on his deathbed and soon ready to start life once again, to have another turn at penance for he and his family- even if he still does not fully remember them. When Doegred closes his eyes for the last time a city wails at loss, and scouting parties are sent out in search of a red haired babe.

A red dawn breaks with a hobbit babe opening grey eyes for the first time. Black smog forms from the mountains in the southeast. War is the horizon. And a boat sailing from the west comes with two passengers bearing ill tidings and offering support against the growing Evil.

One has hair of spun golden silk, the other with braids of thick ebony ropes. One carries a sword and a flag with a golden flower. The other has only a harp and a bow.

Within the safety of Gladden Fields, the new Hobbit mother adorns her baby's swaddle with a golden ribbon. It seems like it will bring good luck

[indigodawns]

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[h-f-k]

Knowing Taylor and what she did with midnights i wouldn’t be surprised if after this horny depressed photoshoot she makes the album sound like me! 2.0

[blooming-cecilia]

hate that i love you so | venti/reader

summary: "Somewhere along the way, I found myself content in your company. Sure, you were still pretty annoying. Their chaos and yours can be irritating, but you were there and I could never find it in me to really push you away."

gn reader (lmk if i accidentally let smth slip so i can fix!), high school au, popular kid venti/not so popular reader, fluff, mild angst? an attempt at more lighthearted angst, i guess lol.  just silly teens trying to deal with silly feelings

notes: hs au with venti beloved, from yet another brainrot session with @tomaytow! the trope is a little cliché but it’s nice to indulge in clichés every now and then, isn’t it? enjoy!

likes and reblogs appreciated! <3

 The lunch bell rang, and students poured out of their classrooms to head to the cafeteria, loud chatter filling the hallways. You weaved through the crowd as swiftly as you could, heading into the opposite direction from everyone else.

 You were headed to the library, and while you would have loved to have lunch with your friends, right now you couldn't stand to be with them—or anyone else for that matter.

They were up to their usual antics, teasing you with Venti, one of the more popular kids who unfortunately gained an interest in you. He has been quite vocal about his attraction. It confused you greatly when he first started paying more attention to you but it quickly turned into annoyance, with him constantly pestering you with his babbling and hanging off of you like a leech.

 He’s captivated your entire class: your friends were his friends, and it seems that the same goes for every person he meets. Even the faculty! They’re all amused by his antics in trying to woo you, encouraging his shenanigans. (You can still hear the loud cheering and whistling from your class from when he asked you if you wanted to have lunch with him today, his treat!)

Everyone seems to see his charms… except for you.

You hear familiar footsteps clicking alongside your own, the sound growing louder as you briskly walk down empty hallways that lead up to the library.

 You abruptly stop walking, and you can hear his shoes skidding to a stop behind you.

An hour. An hour of peace, an hour away from him and everyone else is all I ask for. Is he really that desperate for my attention that he can’t leave me alone for one hour?  

 “Why do you keep following me around? I told you I didn’t want to have lunch with you didn’t I? Are you deaf?”

”But, Windblume, I just wanted to— “

”FINE!”

 “...huh?”

 “FINE, YEAH, OKAY, SURE! THERE. THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR ISN’T IT? I’M YOURS NOW. YOUR PARTNER. NOW WILL YOU SHUT UP?”

 “...”

“So? What? Nothing to say?”

 “.…I don’t want you to say yes to me if you’re just forcing yourself to say that.”

”…What?”

”Windblume… do you really hate me that much? Can you really not stand my presence? Does seeing my face everyday disgust you that much, just as you say it does?”

 It’s your turn to be silent.

 That’s... not true, your mind immediately supplies. You don't hate his presence, per se.... Admittedly, there have been more times than you can count on your fingers where you can say that you don't find his company annoying. In fact, he's rather fun to be around. You acknowledge the nice things people said about his personality, because it's true.

 You’ve asked yourself the same questions too, why do you hate the idea of becoming his partner so much? Is it the attention? The teasing from every single person you know of in this place? The jealous glares of his own fan club, muttering profanities about you under their breath?

 Is it all worth it? To say no to him to avoid what others will say, think, and do when it comes to both of you? Can you really handle hurting someone who’s shown that he truly cares for you, clear as day?

 But before you can respond to him, you look up and find an empty hallway.

 ---

 He doesn't come to school the next day.

 Or the day after that.

 Nor the day after that, too.

 He didn't show up for a week.

 You told yourself you were going to apologize and be honest with him after that day, but how can you even talk to him if he's not even there?

 You're worried, and with his loud presence missing from the room, you constantly feel eyes on you again. Nothing new, but this time it feels more distressing, probing. Everyone likely knows that something happened between you both and given your past responses... you're sure they know.

 Now a villain in their eyes, perhaps.

 It's uncomfortable, but you couldn’t care less. Your mind is still on him, his words and your own echoing in that empty hallway.

 When he comes back after more than a week's absence, everyone gathers around him, various concerns and questions thrown at him about his well-being.

 He's trying his best to seem fine and act as usual but you know it's a lie. (When did you start reading him so well?)

 He used the crowds as walls keeping you from having a quiet moment with him. When he doesn't have them with him, he simply vanishes, out of sight.

 Finally, after multiple failed attempts, you catch up to him after classes, and grab hold of his wrist to keep him from leaving.

 "Venti, wait!"

 "A-ah... W-[Name]...! Hi, haha..."

 He called you by your name. Not Windblume.

 "Venti... please.... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you and say such mean things—"

 "No, no. I should be the one apologizing. I've been so pushy this entire time, haven't I? Constantly following you around, all the teasing... You don't like the attention and noise but I forced my feelings and reputation onto you. It's my fault, not yours. So I understand. Why you're always so  irritated and why you said that. I don't know how else to make it up to you, I'll do whatever you want if you have an idea, but I'll stay away from you from now on—"

 "Don't go."

 "...What?"

 "Don't go. You wanna know how you can make it up to me? Stay here."

 "Wait what, I don't get—"

 "You shouldn't even have to make it up to me... I'm the one at fault—no, don't you dare refute that. I made you upset enough that you couldn't show up to class for a week. I've been an ass, both for yelling at you and for not being honest."

 "I did find you annoying. I hate large crowds and loud noises and you always had those with you. You're loud enough on your own but with everyone else in the mix… it really was annoying. I avoided you because I just couldn't be bothered by the mess and the racket because I had better things to do than to get caught up in he middle of your crowd."

 "And it got worse when you started to take interest in me. Your attention constantly on me, every single day. Where you look, the crowd looks too. I couldn’t handle the attention, like you can. I hated it."

 He winces.

 "But I don't hate you."

 Surprised, his eyes meet yours, small glimmers of hope reflected in his gaze.

 "Their constant chattering was nothing but noise to me. But when I started listening in, I realized, what they say about you is true. Who wouldn't want to surround themselves with such a wonderful soul? You deserve all the attention and praise you get."

 "The more time I spent with you, I saw nothing but sunshine in your smile and laugh. You find me, even in places no one else knows. And I felt at ease when you sit by my side and hum as you strum your guitar. In quiet moments like that, it felt like you knew me better than anyone else ever did."

 "Somewhere along the way, I found myself content in your company. Sure, you were still pretty annoying. Their chaos and yours can be irritating, but you were there and I could never find it in me to really push you away."

 "And when the one time I finally did... I couldn't take it either. I yelled at you, made you leave for a while and it's like I’ve lost sight of the lighthouse and I'm left, lost at sea."

 You take his hand in yours, softly caressing your thumb over his knuckles.

 "It really only hit me then how much you meant to me already. I don't know when I started to care so much about you but I do. Neither do I know what I really feel for you… all I know is that I don't want you to leave my side."

 "So stay. Please."

He's silent for a moment before he lifts his gaze from your intertwined hands to look back at you.

 "To be honest with you Windblume... I never really wanted to leave in the first place."

 You snicker, "I know," and he follows, laughter echoing in the empty hallway.

 ---

 "Wiiiiiiiindbluuuuuumeeeee!"

 A loud voice disturbs the quiet murmurs of the room. It's early next morning, so people taking quick naps on their desks grumbled from the disturbance.

 Venti lets out a small apology, setting down his bag in his seat, before taking your hand, dragging you out the door and down the halls.

 "Venti! Where are we going?"

 He doesn't answer, instead leading you through twists and turns of various paths and halls.

 You get out of the building and find yourself led into a quiet area, near one of the school's many gardens.

 You find his guitar case leaning by a tree, and a bag of bright red apples next to it.

 He stops and turns, giving you a fond look before engulfing you in a big hug and squeezing. Snuggling his face into into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent, he mumbles.

 "Mm, good morning Windblume... I missed you."

 You let out a sigh, a small smile on your lips as you wrap your arms around him, gently squeezing back.

 "’Morning, Venti. Why are we here so early?"

 He breaks away from the hug, taking an apple from the bag and holding one up to you, intertwining his free hand with yours.

 "Well... I thought maybe we can have some breakfast and a little relax time before class starts? I could sing you a new song I've been working on!"

 You laugh, take the apple from his hands and bite into it.

 "Do apples count as breakfast? Doesn't sound like a full meal to me~"

 "Well it is to me!!!"

 "Honestly I don't know how you get full from just apples for a meal..."

 He just giggles as he takes out his guitar from its case.

 "Alright! For my first song of the day..."

 ---

 When you come back to your classroom five minutes before class starts, no one makes any teasing comment.

 You can feel some looks on you, and some concealed smiles, but no one makes a single remark about you two coming back to the classroom together.

 You're confused, and Venti doesn't say anything either, just offering you a smile as he leads you to your seat, and heads to his own.

 The morning bell rings.

 ---

 Bonus:

[oh-meow-swirls]

the page for heartwarming stuff in yo-kai watch is going to make me cry i swear to god-

[ranger-kellyn]

someone: so why have you spent the last 10 years obsessing over a niche pairing that was only recently on screen for a few seconds???

me:

[dyketubbo]

can dsmp ccs stop doing things just to be shitty to fans. like i get it people asking for lore so much can be annoying but like when you do things just to make your friends' fans mad and even disappoint your own fans like that just reflects badly on you

[smallishbabes]

I feel like Techno is calling me a nerd for being a nerd about him rn and making fun of me from beyond KEKW. And who’s fault is that huh Techno, the biggest nerd out of all of us /j

[pointlesshroom]

thinking about how the first time I saw an older gay couple in real life. it was my cousin, not all that much older than me, just 10 years or so, and his partner - who was only ever referred to by his name, no title to signify their relationship whatsoever, sometimes maybe as a friend. but. they were adults with jobs and an apartment and cats. they were both invited over for sunday dinners, holidays. his partner brought paints and kid sized easel for my cousin's nice and help her figure it out (acrylics! none of that baby stuff).

god, i couldn't stop staring. i wasn't even that young, 17 i think, i've already figured out my own queerness, i strongly suspected my cousin's. i've seen queer couples on the internet, watched youtube channels of happy, queer couples with jobs and houses and pets and kids. and yet. and yet. i could not stop staring. wide eyed. silent. awkward. i could feel everyone glancing at me, i could feel my aunt watching me but i couldn't stop staring.

because yes, i've seen all this beautiful queerness from all over but it was never this real. in my country. in my, especially conservative, region. in my family. mine.

i keep trying to describe this feeling and the only word rattling around in my brain is: visceral

i keep thinking about it and about how, mere two years later, i went to a wedding at the other side of the family with my girlfriend. and how my cousin, not all that younger than me, just 8 years or so, kept staring

[prettyboybun]

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[kerra-and-company]

4, 9, 20, 31, 34 for whatever TWO otps you want to talk about most! :3c

@mystery-salad

Double the OTPs!! :3 :D We'll do Casca/Brook and Cio/Ari, because I feel like talking about both of them and haven't gotten the chance recently!

4. How did they first meet?

Brook and Casca met in the Ash Legion fahrar, when they were very little (toddlers, more or less). They honestly don't remember not knowing each other, and can't remember the specifics of their first meeting, either.

Cio and Ari met for the first time when they were assigned to the same airship for the upcoming attack on Mordremoth. Ari was the pilot; Cio was the engineer more-or-less in charge of making sure the weaponry did what it was supposed to do. They were both stressed and on edge, and managed to get on each others' nerves very quickly--and then, very shortly afterward, had to rely on each other to survive in a jungle full of Mordrem after the fleet crashed.

(Putting a cut here because all of the other answers are Long!)

9. How are their personalities different?

Brook and Casca can both be abrasive, but it's slightly different forms of abrasiveness. If it's mission-related, both of them are more than capable of acting differently/playing a role, but in general, with no motive to act otherwise, Brook is just kinda...I think I described them once as "spiky", alsjdkf. They need a reason to be pleasant to someone (adults, at least; they're pretty good with children). Casca, on the other hand, can be...sort of aggressively pleasant, if that makes sense? Not in a cloying way or an insincere one. She's the kind of person who will tell you with 100% honestly that you're pissing her off and she's really exhausted and would rather not deal with your bullshit today so could you please fuck off while grinning. This still feels like it's not quite capturing what I mean, but I think it's close. (Side note, for whatever it's worth, Casca is very awkward with kids, though she does like them.)

Also worth noting for these two is that Brook has faith in the gods--more specifically, in Kormir--where Casca does not. Brook's faith is not in quite the same form as Kasmeer's, but it is pretty unshakable, even though (and partially because) they do believe in the gods' fallibility. Casca, on the other hand, has never had that kind of faith in any sort of higher power--not a god or gods, not the Legions, not the Pact. The closest she's ever gotten to that was the trust she put in Ari, but it's not really the same thing.

Cio and Ari both had walls up in very different ways when they first met. Cio was afraid of letting people get close because she was afraid of losing them, but she was still outwardly friendly/amicable to most people, just distant. Ari refused to confront all of the complex emotions she was dealing with as a result of past experiences, and therefore barely talked to others beyond what she had to for her job (or what slipped out as a result of being angry/irritated/pushed past her limits for the day). Their personalities without walls up have some semi-similar differences. Cio is entirely unafraid of calling out anyone who's being an asshole, but she's also quick to be friendly to a stranger, whereas Ari is not. Ari has a sort of gruff teasing thing she does with people who are (at minimum) on the cusp of progressing to the friend stage from the acquaintance one, but Cio really only teases the people she's closest to.

20. Who holds a grudge the longest?

For Brook and Casca? Casca, by a mile at least. She'll give a second chance, but very very rarely, if ever, gives anyone a third.

For Cio and Ari...hmmm. Cio, as far as who's actually held one the longest. Ari blamed herself more than anyone else for the losses she experienced, and she thought her primus was horrible (which he was) but didn't exactly hold a grudge against him. (To be fair, by the time she was in a space where that grudge would maybe have resurfaced over the various other feelings she was distracted by, the guy had already died, so.) I was going to say that I could maybe see her holding more of a grudge against Weylon (and Lifa, later on) if she thought more of herself, but...honestly, no, not really. She was in charge, and as far as she's concerned, on her head be all of it. Cio, on the other hand, does hold a very justified nugget of resentment with her towards a large part of Rata Sum and the Arcane Council, one that she would likely be holding even if they hadn't repeatedly proven over the years (often specifically to her face) that they're no better than they were when she was a child.

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

Brook and Casca were inseparable as cubs. They were a team before they really formed a warband with the others, and they remained a team afterwards. They got together romantically during their early teenage years, and their relationship was pretty much like their friendship. They had some arguments, some minor rockier times, as well as some things that were more or less related to growing pains--both of each other, as they were literally growing up at this point, and of the relationship. But they'd had a whole lot of practice with those things in the thirteen years before they got together and managed to navigate it pretty damn well in the following seven years. And then their warband was shattered, they were both captured by the Flame Legion, and they were separated for nearly ten years.

After reuniting, it's...both smoother and not as smooth. They have to relearn each other in some ways, but they're also not kids, and they have a sense of stability in a different way now. There's places they have to be cautious that weren't there before, triggers that are new, ten years worth of memories to go through together. But they've always known each other, and they still do after everything. And they love each other. And they're making it work. It gets easier every day.

Cio and Ari have a very smooth romantic relationship, but in terms of their relationship in general prior to that, it started off somewhat rocky. As kinda mentioned in question 4, they didn't like each other that much when they first met, but they worked well together when they were forced to, and their back-and-forth switched at some point during their trek through Maguuma from having a tone of "I'm irritated with your existence" to having one of "I care about you and would very much rather you didn't die"--not that neither of them would have admitted that at the time. They kept working together throughout the rest of HoT, and their friendship progressed from there, but it wasn't necessarily smooth or linear. They worked for different parts of the Pact (Whispers for Ari, and the Priory for Cio), and therefore were deployed to different locations at some points during LWS3 and early PoF. When they were together (or when they sent letters), there absolutely were miscommunications occasionally, and hurt feelings, and a decent amount of hey, I care about you, please eat/sleep more than you are currently. LWS4 was when they reached a point of making key decisions based on each other--which group they wanted to be deployed with, where they'd be stationed during the fight with Kralkatorrik, what they'd do afterwards. Whether or not they'd go to the All-Legion Rally.

These days, they're no longer part of the Pact, and they get to make their own decisions. They fight very rarely, though they disagree over smaller things on a semi-regular basis. They have somewhere they're comfortable and they're building a life together. Aside from that one time recently that the world almost ended thanks to the Dragonvoid, their lives and their relationship are both going pretty smoothly!

34. Do they give each other nicknames?

Brook and Casca will use shortened versions of each other's names when they're alone--just B and Cass, nothing super fancy--but that's pretty much it.

Cio and Ari have the nicknames that they originally gave each other as insults--Ari called Cio "Sparky", and Cio called her "furball". Both of those eventually became more affectionate terms. These days, the nicknames are used in more teasing circumstances. They use each other's names when they're trying to be sweet/romantic.

[isabelguerra]

300 points for 'Isabel takes the L'?

the wizau isabel catches feelings fic :-)