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@starlightshadowsworld posted :

Atsushi gets de-aged, immediately kicks the nearest person in the shins and runs off to hide ontop of the nearest cabinet. He makes himself as small as possible, hugging his knees close.

But before he did, he grabbed a nearby glass cup. Atsushi breaks it cleanly into pieces, not even flinching as he picks up a large glass shard.

Atsushi’s terrified, doesn’t know where he is or who these people are. But immediately goes on the offensive. Because before the Agency no one has ever shown Atsushi kindness and meant it.

His hands tremble but his grip on the shard is tight. He’ll surely be punished anyway, for his little stunt and simply for existing.

But Atsushi won’t go down without a fight. He wont make it easy for them even if he’s scared. They’ll have to drag him kicking and screaming.

He doesn’t notice that everyone in the room looks surprised and concerned, before horrifying realisation hits them all.

They tell him they won’t hurt him but Atsushi’s heard that before. He won’t fall for that, not again.

Now, continued by me :

Their words serve only as a repellent as he backs even further into the away, a cornered animal, clutching his piece of glass. He is hardly aware of the blood dripping down his hand as it cuts into him. After all, what was the sting of a little cut compared to what these people might do to him?

One girl - wearing a red kimono - steps closer, garnering a hiss from him.

Atsushi eyes the girl, brandishing his glass as soon as he sees her reach for the thing around her neck . A phone? Odd choice, but sometimes the oddest choices hurt the most. His bravery washes away with the new tears he curses for falling, and he huddles up smaller, shaking as the girl approaches.

*Atushi* She says his name? How does she know his name?

*You helped me once. You don’t know me right now, but you did.......* Her voice sounds nice. Soft. Calming. But he would not fall for it. Not again. Not again....when they had tricked him so so many times. He was no longer one to believe in fairy tales such as a tender touch...or family...or love. He throws his glass, hard and fast, right at her face, almost before he could think.

And she CAUGHT it? What would she do now? That one mistake might have cost him his life. He curled up even smaller, heart pounding, desperately trying to prevent the new tears from falling. After a moment of nothing, he cracked open an eye, and dared a precarious peek downwards. The girl looks at the sharp for a brief moment, before bending down to set it gently on the floor, and kicking it away. The boy’s eyes widen. What was she doing? Oh...oh, she was going to use only her hands. Or perhaps she had a blade. He turned out to be right when she reached behind her and extracted a long knife in a sheath. So he was right. A blade. He flinched, but that to, this strange girl places on the floor and kicks away. She locks eyes with him. Bluebell eyes clashing with his own violet-green ones. The hiss he had at the ready froze when he saw her eyes, for they were a glassy, tear-soaked mirror of his own. Very slowly, he untightens the tight ball he has been holding himself in. He creeps forward to the edge of the cabinet top, peering over. The girl is still standing there. Slowly, as if afraid to disturb the air itself, she raises her hand, palm outstretched to him. He hesitates. She lowers it, backing up a couple steps.

*It’s okay.*  Her voice sounds so kind. And again, he smells a strange scent and feels the strange feeling that she too is afraid. Maybe, after so long of being the one who was scared, seeing fear in someone else was enough to take the leap, as he leaps off the top of the cabinet, and down to the floor, standing to look up at her with crious eyes. She kneels down to his level. She kneels DOWN to HIM. Imagine that! So he comes closer, and this time, when she reaches out her hand, he takes it. He is not sure why he begins to cry, but here is now, holding on to this mysterious, kind, afraid girl. He tinks he has heard this kind of contact described as a *hug.* He feels another hand on his shoulder, looking up to see an arm covered in white bandage, and a gentle smile on the face of a brunette.

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Atsushi hugs his family. Kunnikida, Ranpo, Kenji, Fukuzawa, Naiomi, Junichiro. He bends down to better match Kyoka’s height before hugging her again as well.

*Thank you, Kyoka-Chan.*

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So when I watched Arcane back in 2022, this was before I started anime (Arcane was my segue into anime, actually) before I was interacting with any sort of fandom, before I knew I wanted to be a writer, before I had ever shipped any characters and before tragic gay ships became responsible for a huge chunk of my happiness. I kinds sensed the tension between Caitlyn and Vi, but I don’t think I shipped it.

But NOW??? OH BOY. Oh yeah, oh yeah, I ship it.

*SPOILER*

WE ACTUALLY GOT THE KISS, and I was so freaking happy, punching AIR, AHH. And then...well...you know. BUT, there is hope. There is hope indeed.

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Hi. I just finished Act 1 of Arcane Season 2. It was SO GOOD. But I am not okay.

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Intro

Hi! I post a lot of thoughts on the shows I watch, headcannons, oneshots. I want to get better at writing and therefore am trying to post more oneshots and stories. I would love suggestions! This is a completely SFW place. I do not and will not write or post anything NSFW ever.

I will write for :

One Piece (Animanga AND OR Live Action...right now I am only caught up to Fishman Island in the anime)

Attack on Titan

Bungou Stray Dogs

Saiki K (Platonic Only)

JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure Parts 3 and 4

For One Piece right now, I can only write for the Strawhats + Ace...sorry!

For JJBA can only do Jotaro, Polnereff, Joskue, Koichi.

For AOT I can only do the golden trio, Connie, Jean, Sasha, and the Vets at the moment!

For BSD I will only write for Dazai, Atsushi, Ranpo, Platonic Kenji, Platonic Kyoka, Chuuya, and Kunnikida right now, thank you!

I will TRY, keyword TRY to get all requests done within two weeks....but that might change depending on the request, my life, and the amount of requests I have (which haven’t been many so far)...so I apologize in advance!!! 

Other Anime I Have Seen :

Banana Fish

Plastic Memories

Demon Slayer (need to catch up)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Deathnote

Solo Leveling

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A lot of people recognize that blue and pink represent the sort of duel personality of Jinx/Powder. Blue represents powder a lot of the time, and Pink is for jinx. Like at the end of Season 1 , when she launched the missile, she pulled the trigger with a finger that had pink nail polish, signifying how it was JInx who comitted the act (this was after she fully accepted the persona of Jinx after Silco’s death). I had a thought that maybe pink is for Jinx because pink is Vi’s color. Vi left Powder, and that abandonment is what led to the creation of Jinx. Does that make sense at all?

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hi, Idk if i’m doing This right, but could you please write Some angst that turns into fluff about Reader x anime sanji? reader can be Afab or gender neutral, i don’t mind. You can also choose the scenario, Full control :)

thank You 🤩 and its ok if you don’t get to this, LOVE your writing by the way it’s So beautiful

Hi! As regards to your *Idk if im doing this right* no worries fam, neither do I (your request was perfect, though, so no worries!) 😭

Here is the story. I brain stormed maybe 7 ideas for this starting the night I got this request. It stumped me so freaking bad, and it took a couple weeks to get an...almost complete draft down. I let it sit for way to long, hence why it has been nearly a whole month. So here is what I am gonna do. I just wrote the missing 1/4 of this. I am going to post what it now. I WILL BE GOING BACK TO EDIT THIS AND MAKING IT BETTER. My anxiety was screaming at me to at least put out SOMETHING. So, I hope this is okay FOR NOW. I know it sucks, but I promise eventually I will improve it for you!

Thank you thank you thank you for the compliment!!! Lots of love <3

Tw : Blood, syringe mention, death mentioned

Established relationship, fem reader, and () used as a name placeholder.

Sanji usually loved red. Maroon roses. Vermillion wine. Scarlett sunsets. Ruby hearts. But now? He hated it. He hated it so much. Seeing it, dripping from every spot on her body. Covering her in a sheet of sickening crimson. Imagining what he would give to swap their places was not a thought for the faint of heart. All he could do was watch as Chopper gently cleaned the blood off of her arms and her face. As the tiny doctor wrapped her torso in bandages, her hovered, almost like a ghost with how pale and silent he remained. Ironic...that the chef of the crew himself was the only one who did not eat. Actually, that was not quiet true, as he forced himself a few forkfuls of food, guided by the phantom scolding he heard from () about neglecting his self care. He spent that night in the infirmary with her. Listening to the fragile, feathery breaths that balanced her on the edge of his world and the next. He thought that was the worst sound he would hear that day. This was not the case. Sanji learned that the worst sound was not the sound of her anguished screams. It was not the sound of her painful, labored breaths. He learned it was not the sound of her unconscious cries.

Sanji learned that the worst sound was no sound at all.

No amount of force on the Grandline could be guaranteed success in trying to restrain him. Sanji couldn't see Chopper scrambling to her bedside or hear him shouting. He couldn't hear Luffy's yelling. He couldnt hear Zoros grunts as the swordsman tried in vain to hold the cook down, slamming him to the floor after narrowly avoiding a kick to the head. If he couldn't see Robins powers prop up various instruments for Chopper, then certainly couldn't have seen one of her hands stabbing a syringe into his arm.

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When the cook awoke, it wasn't his head, or his knees - which had been bent underneath his weight - that hurt the most. It was his heart. His ever-bleeding heart, over flowing with the love that gushed and overflowed. How he found the strength to stand, he wasn't sure. But when he did, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. A place that held a bright, white shimmer and a peculiar haze about it, yet for all it's light gave off no warmth. He rubbed the back of his head, turning to better gauge his surroundings. That's when he saw her. Standing, maybe 200 feet away from him. Standing. Almost shimmering, radiant. Alive. If his legs had ever held a purpose other than carrying him to her, they didn't remember, as he sprinted toward her. She was just about to turn to him, when shadow, greater than anything he had ever seen, was summoned forth from the white ground, casting an ugly contrast, dragging whatever twisted world he was in from chilled to ice-cold. Sanji knew what this shadow was. More sure than he had been of almost anything in his life. It wanted her. Maybe it wanted him as well. He had run from it more times than he could count. But there was no running this time.

Rage guided his motions, and his love refined them to a deadly point, spearing the sheer power of his attacks into his opponent's core. If fighting death itself was all that stood between him and his life, then he would gladly fight it. Death wanted his life, and it would not have her. His fire lit it's shadows, extinguishing them, bit by bit, piece by piece. Until there was nothing left but air.

By the time he was done, adrenaline had rewarded him with the energy to run the remaining distance to her. When he reached her, he stopped. He reached out, his hand shaking. "()........" His voice failed him, his hand attempting to make up for his words by softly coming to rest at the side of her face. She had not broken her silence, but he could see her returning to him. Shutting her eyes and leaning into his touch, a few stray teardrops escaping her eyes, his own eyes mirroring the action. Her kissed her softly, hoping to regain his words through his actions. He pulled back after a brief moment, resting his forehead against hers. His hand had now moved to intertwine with hers. When his voice returned to him, in a whisper "let's go home......"

When Sanji woke up, his eyes had hardly opened before he sprang out of bed, scrambling into Chopper's office. He saw () sitting up, awake, eyes locked on him. He paused, before carefully approaching her, perhaps afraid that THIS was the dream.

"Are you.....how are you......feeling? " the blonde came to gently sit on the edge of her bed, carefully reaching out to cup to side of her face. () placed a hand atop his.

"I'm okay." He nodded, a few stray drops of bittersweet relief sliding down his face, quickly whisked away with a small laugh.

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BSD Theory

Possible spoilers?

Fyodor will kill Fukuzawa. Then later, once Atsushi and probably Akutagawa and anybody else that fights Fyodor will defeat him and Amenogozen. After that, everyone who was killed by the Amenogozen sword, so Kenji, Kunnikida, and Tanizaki, will return, but Fukuzawas death will be the only permenant death, leaving Kunnikida as president of the ADA.

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BSD manga readers go through two stages every month :

Before Reading : YES new chapter!!!!

After Reading : NO....what just happened 😭

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Chuuya is excellent dancer. The TANGO and the waltz especially. Dazai is not a GREAT dancer, but he is decently good because he plays off of Chuuya really well, and acts confident enough to get away with it. They look GOOD together when they waltz...if they can stop arguing and trying to step on eachothers feet.

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Hey, guys.....what the FRICK was BSD Chapter 120 😭

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Guys, I really want more of the Jayce-Caitlin friendship in Season 2.

*Not a ship.*

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I love how I posted about the Wild Robot an hour ago, looked up fan art once, and now my page is flooded with it. Not complaining. Artists on here are so incredibly talented <3

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I went to see the Wild Robot today. 10/10, 5/5, 100/100

It is AMAZING. One of the best movies I have seen in awhile. Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, breathtaking animation, astounding cinematography, and some shots that will move you to tears, with the masterful lighting, the composition. WONDERFUL musical score, and just such an incredible story. I cried maybe 3 or 4 times. I mean CRIED CRIED, walked out of the theater in tears as well. The pacing felt a little bit quick in the beginning, but then it evened out. The running time is about 1 hour and 41 minutes. There is no part that really drags plot-wise which is great. Lots of action-filled moments, and lots of soft moments as well. Sometimes, when celebrities or Hollywood are chosen as the voice actors, it can go well...or it can go south. In this case, thankfully, it was the former. Pedro Pascal fit the wonderfully sassy and michevious Fink the Fox, and he was one of my favorite characters. Kit Connor was perfect as the lively and youthful Brightbill the Goose, and Lupita Nyong’o did well as Roz. There was a plethora of awesome supporting characters as well that, despite having decently limited screen time, still felt important and enjoyable. So many details in the animation, in the dialouge, in small call-backs and running gags. There are, again, so many heart-wretching, heart-pounding and heartwarming scenes, and a good amount of humor to balance it out that does not feel too forced (and a surprising amount of dark humor). Powerful themes (such as love, survival, community, family, acceptance), and wonderful development of the relationships between all the characters (Fink, Roz and Brightbill especially). I highly recommend this movie. If you end up watching it, I hope you love it too <3

Rating : PG

CW : Sequences of flashing lights, some dark humor/jokes, action/peril/thematic elements

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To the very few people who read my stuff, I am so so sorry. Writing and posting is slowing down a little, but I promise I am working on new stuff. Whoever sent the Sanji x reader request, I swear I am working on it.

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Hey! Could you write a Opla Usopp x reader fic, where Usopp reassures the reader that they belong in the straw hats and that they’ll find a place just like he did? could reader be Afab please?

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting. I am SO SO sorry it took me so long! I wanted to make sure I did this right. I did my absolute best to try and make Usopp as in character as possible, and make the dialogue okay. Also, Anon, if you resonate with reader in anyway, then I will be Usopp and tell you that there is a place in this world for you, weather you have already found it, or are still finding it. Oh yeah, also, lets just say for this, Kaya and Usopp never had romantic feelings for each other.

Thank you so much, @inkperfect for your feedback/proofread!

I am using () as a placeholder for the reader’s name.

CW: None, really. Implied identity/gender dysphoria/thoughts of not fitting in, being uncomfortable within your own skin.

Sometimes...it was too much. Although the salty ocean breeze carried the promise of adventure, the freedom of piracy, the start of a new life, it also seemed to give a voice to the constant unease () felt when left alone with their thoughts. The stiffling murmurs of the relentless battle between their body and mind would take breaks, sometimes participating in moments of quiet, only to spring back into ambush in moments like these. The Strawhats, of course, had welcomed () with open arms immediatly, hence why Luffy had so warmly invited them to join his crew, however they could never get over the fact that there seemed to be one key differnce seperating them from the rest of the crew. Luffy was the man with his heart set on becoming King of the Pirates. Zoro, driven to become the greatest swordsman to ever live. Charming Nami, wanted to draw a map of the world. Whimsical Usopp, strove to become a warrior of the sea. Gentlman Sanji dreamed of finding the all Blue. So what did () want? Beyond that, or perhaps closer, how could they know what they want if they didnt even know who they were? At the moment, the only thing they wanted was to finally feel okay with who they were. To feel good in their own skin for once. Maybe that amounted to nothing besides the ambitions of the other Strawhats. Maybe that was a battle () would have to fight alone. They didn’t belong on this crew of dreamers, with their heads held in the direction of the next adventure. How could Luffy have accepted stranger into his crew? As far as () was concerned, they were a stranger to everyone aboard the Going Merry. Luffy. Zoro. Nami. Sanji. Usopp. () themself. A sharp pang shattered their thoughts, as something hit one of Sanji’s  pans hanging from the wall, an exclamatory voice cracking ()’s spiral.

“Another perfect shot from the Great Captin Uso- OH, shi-shoot. Hi.” Usopp had jogged down the stairs into the galley before noticing ().

“My bad. I didn’t think anyone was down here.” Usopp rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, before walking over to take a seat near (). A small smile escaped ()’s  lips at the sharpshooter’s antics.

“No worries.” Maybe some company would be good right now anyway. () gaze fell on Usopp’s  slingshot, which had been placed on the table as he sat down close to them. “Where’d  you learn to shoot like that anyway?”

The Sniper perked up from his hunched position dropping popcorn kernals into his pocket. “Huh? Oh. I guess....I guess you could say its in my blood.” He broke out into a grin, as he hopped up to stand on his chair, snagging his slingshot, and weilding it dramaticly. “My dad is the legendary Sniper....Yasopp of Great,” he proclaimed, his trusty weapon aimed at an imaginary foe. “Braving the treacherous waters of the Grandline, chasing adventure. A warrior of the sea.” The energized marksman jumped back off the chair, sitting back down. “I wanna be like him someday. Brave, I mean.”

() nodded, thinking about it. If there was one thing they were good at, it was being disappearing when they wanted to. They had been able to glean quite a bit of information about the crew this way. Just by listening silently, gathering scraps of concersations, an over the shoulder glimse of a journal or a map here or there. They knew Usopp wanted to take inspiration from Yassop, but also make a name fr himself. How amazing was that? How amazing would that BE? To forge a path of your own. To charge at your dream at full speed? ()’s  inner turmoil surfaced again, thinking about how Usopp seemed to fit in perfectly into this family of dreamers.

“Hey, you uh....you good?” For the second time that day, Usopp broke their thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah...yeah. I’m good.” They could tell he didn’t beleive them, quirking an eyebrow.

“Ya know its pretty hard to fool me right? I mean.....I once saw through the blatant lies of the vicious Captain Kuro, grasping victory out of his sterling claws because of my immaculate perception.” The sharpshooters words tugged a small smile from (), which he returned. Maybe telling SOMEONE wouldnt hurt. But maybe it wasnt a good idea.

“Usopp.......”

“Yeah?”

“I - nevermind...”

He scooted his chair closer, craning his neck to see ()s face better.

“How long did it take you? To feel...okay. Here, I mean. In the crew. To find a place with everyone?”

“Not long at all.”

“Oh.....” Again, the marksman could tell something was off. He hesitated before extending a gentle hand to ()’s  shoulder.

“Hey. It takes time, okay? All of us felt out of place until we found a place to belong....however stupid that sounds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Usopp removed his hand from their shoulder, leaning back in his chair a bit. His hands once again found his slingshot, rubbing the base with his thumb. “I mean.....I was a nobody. I was a liar. Ya know? After my mom, I.... think Kaya was the only to really kinda see who I was. The village saw me as a liar. Klahadore or, Kuro, whatever....saw me as a liar. Heck even I knew I WAS a liar. Then Luffy showed up and he saw me in a different way. Then I got to come here and fight all these bad guys and go on all these adventures....” again, he lifted his slingshot, lining up his shot before launching a popcorn kernal into the inside of another hanging pan. “And I got to meet you,” he said, nudging () gently with a small grin. “And maybe I’m not a...Great Captain. Or a Warrior of the Sea.....yet. But my point is, I found my place here. And I didn’t do it alone either.” If Usopp rarely missed a shot, now was no exception. The sharp shooter’s words had hit their mark exactly. Usopp still often embellised the truth, but a lie wouldn’t dare to come near a subject like this. () moved closer, resting their head on his shoulder, grateful. They felt the weight of Usopp’s head land gently a top their own after a moment. “I’ll help you figure it out. We all will. Kay?” () nodded, enjoying the gentle silence that followed. Whatever worries they had been having earlier that day seemed to wash farther and farther away with the churning waves. Maybe Usopp was right. Maybe they COULD find their place with this crew. With this family. And all those doubts would be punched away, cut in half..left behind. The voices tormenting them could be shot down, and kicked away. () shifted a little closer to Usopp, knowing that his promise was far from a stretched truth. For the first time in a LONG time, they felt safe. Safe, and ready not to fight themself, but to fight FOR themself, with the help of the Strawhats, and especially, Usopp.

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The DUMBEST thing I have ever written

Dazai : Chuuuuuya. Chuuya : What the hell do you want.. Dazai : You know what time of the year it is. Chuuya : Huh? Dazai : Its October! Halloween is coming up! Chuuya :.....*realizes* Dazai : ..... Chuuya : ......No.... Dazai : Please? Chuuya : I am giving you....five seconds, before I turn you into on of those lawn skeletons. Dazai : Come ON, we can f*ck with Mori and make him think theres another pandemic and hes about to be killed by a vampire, itll be perfect payback itll be so f*cking funny PLEASE.Pleaseeeeeee. Chuuya : Wha - You know what if it means that much to you, do it your fucking self. Dazai : But Chuuyas the one with the experience! Chuuya : I f*cking hate you. No. Dazai : PLEASE. We can gaslight Mori so fucking hard. Chuuya : ......

*Spoiler alert, they BOTH end up doing it. On Halloween night, Chuuya sneaks Dazai into the Mafia, they both scare the living crap out of Mori, Dazai knocks him out, they run away, and the next morning Chuuya carries on at work like nothing happened. Chuuya glued in his fangs so that he could actually get them OFF this time.....Dazai was not so lucky the next day.*