#//sorry for the shitty doodle.. sobs

[worlds-least-responsible]

(Smooch.)

..The hell was that for.

[He just looks mildly confused and irritated.]

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

Hi I know it's been a hot minute since I've done this but woe au be upon ye because I've been listening to a slowed version of the disappearance of Hatsune Miku and yeah.

The vocas finding a fucked up very corrupted Piko because as a result of the discontinuation a lot of them were deleted, and they just decide to adopt him because they feel bad.

Slice of life anime except your roommate is a glitchy shell of a person who is very stressed and just wants a hug but can't communicate that because their voicebank is shitfucked and they're barely legible.

Here's the he

OHH there is so many things that could be done w/ this idea. poor poor piko 😭😭

ik u said slice of life anime which implies some more wholesome moments & comedy, and sure there is potential for that as well but. ofc the first thing my mind jumps to is angst 😭 pikoooooooo

[pocketshket]

| 🐾 | — my precious boy

I have known Fallout series since I was 5-6 years old. And thanks to my grandpa for that yep! Cause I learned all the coolest games and other things from him uh-huh.

I remember how once again I played on his computer in Fallout New Vegas. Rex was my companion in that game save.

And my tiny brain thought that the phrase <I'll take you apart for parts> carries a positive context. Like, I assumed that I would conduct diagnosis for the dog, improve his components and select suitable new parts, replacing the old ones. Sounds promising.

(I definitely remember this phrase in the Russian translation, but I didn’t find it in the original, when I checked the dialogues with Rex before publishing this post. Maybe this was a dialogue option about the fact that it’s time to part with a companion.)

You should have seen my face when I saw the dialog frame from Rex - <whined plaintively>. LIKE - WHAT HAVE I DONE?? So I immediately became hysterical and cried cause I felt so sorry for the Rex. Uh-huh.

(btw nothing has changed over the years, I still reload saves if my companion is not happy or I have messed up with the NPCs cause of my actions/phrases)

My grandpa tried to calm me down, but I kept crying and asking him if I could apologize to the dog in the game. At first, grandpa said something like «No, I'm sorry, sweetheart, it's not going to work like this». But when after playing I was sitting in the kitchen and eating, wiping away tears, grandpa came to me and said that while I was here, he himself apologized to Rex in the game instead of me. NOO I'M SOBBING.

This little story from my childhood reminds me what a delulu I was and still am yep ':)

Ahh and what a cool grandpa I have!!

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small remark

I don't know how to draw digitally at all, so sorry for shitty doodles. But I really wanted to draw this little nice guy and to share this silly story. I saw a bunch of digital artists here, so I decided to try too yay :)

[nappingnai]

megumi drabble

angst with no comfort at all, hinted at itafushi, wc; 670, im sorry i love u guys, not proof read so if theres mistakes im sorrryyyy

itadori is gone, and gojo has been given a task from before his execution. to give megumi a handwritten letter. gojo wants to snoop and see what it says, but he knows its not smart.

the soft sound of knocking interrupts megumis thoughts, muttering a small "come in" as he makes himself look somewhat presentable. gojo strolls into his room, sighing as he lookd around.

"yuji wanted me to give you this." is all he says before turning around and leaving, unable to let megumi mutter a word or let a single noise escape his vocal cords. megumi looks at the paper— a small, off-white, folded up— signed by itadori. his messy, but pretty handwriting with small doodles around it. mainly just silly ones of megumi, or itadori himself.

it takes megumi a couple of moments before unfolding the paper, letting his eyes quickly scan over it to see what the main jist of it was before taking a deep breath and deciding to genuinely read through it.

"hey fushiguro! if you're getting this note, its quite obvious ive passed on. i dont wanna say i'll see you soon because i want you to live longer than i did, okay? ill see you someday, though. thats for sure. anyways, i dont really know how to go about this. all those books i borrowed, you can have them back, if you want. they should be in the drawer next to my bed, unless gojo-sensei cleared my room out already. i think he'll leave that to you, though? i did ask him too, but you cant get everything you want, yknow!

anyways, other than all that stupid stuff, i'll miss you. i would say to tell kugisaki i'll miss her too, but, i can tell her that myself now. im sorry for leaving so soon, but you still have gojo-sensei and some of the others. i know you're not a huge fan of communication or anything, but don't continue to be that person that sits in the corner at parties!! live life a bit. i get you're a sorcerer and you assume everything will always be shit, but you can still live. it wont kill you to not be a misanthropist for once in your life fushiguro.

dont drown yourself in guilt over this because there was nothing you could've done to stop it. i was going to meet my end whether you wanted it to be stopped or not. i always had a question, fushiguro. i lived a somewhat nice childhood for someone like me, but the question always ran through my head atleast once a year. was i raised without love, or was i unloveable? and i figured out the answer. i was raised with love, just not enough for me to feel like it. and im not unloveable because i know you loved me with every ounce of love your soul could provide to me.

i think this is long and sad enough already, so, moral of the note, thank you. tell gojo-sensei im sorry for having to leave so soon, but it was bound to happen. i lived an interesting life because of you. id rather die than never meet you. thank you for this, and i love you, megumi."

megumi had already balled up the piece of paper in his hand once finished with reading it, the tears lining his waterline threatening to fall. he let out a shitty attempt at a chuckle, which seemed to be the breaking point of it. instead of a chuckle, it was a choked back sob, making him cough a bit. he threw the paper, even if it didnt go very far. he sat on his bed and stared down, sobbing. he kept wiping his eyes to try and make the tears disappear, but they kept appearing as if nothing could stop them.

megumi went to bed that night with nothing but tears and a hole in his heart that he feels will never be filled until he sees itadori again.

(misanthropist - a person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.)

[solei-eclipse]

wait . would solauri have a better chance as working out more romantically in the modern au . ?

( i would say maybe since the age gap isn’t so big and auri isn’t a total sociopathic freak . . if you think so too, id love to hear any silly little headcanons lol . )

( no im not doing this because im stressed about round 1 and really don’t want cirrus or azure to die what are you talking about haha ahaha . . ( sobs quietly in nonexistent corner with face in hands ) )

SOCIOPATHIC FREAK 😭 go easy on her now

I think it would definitely work out better than in the ALNSTverse for the reasons you mentioned but also because solei wouldn't be as stressed and people don't have to fight for their goddamn lives anymore!!!

Some thoughts!!!

Solei's first ever interaction with Auri in the park would be about pokemon. I'm so sorry. They're a loser who loves animals and biology and life so naturally. Pokemon nerd. When little Auri was in the park little Solei came up to them and showed her their pokemon cards. When they walked her home they gave Auri one of their cards: a Seel! (Also I take back what I said about them being 2 or 3 during their first meeting. I realize I was barely able to form any cohesive thought at that age so. I imagine they'd be 4 or 5 instead like what you originally suggested!)

Solei would knock on Auri's door everyday and ask Cas or Nyx if she could come out and play. Since Solei knows where she lives from when they walked together that day.

I'd imagine there weren't many people in the neighbourhood yet by the time Solei moved in (since you suggested the idea that Solei was one of the first). Since there weren't any other kids their age to play with, they stuck to each other pretty fast.

From the point on it was like glue!! Once Solei was old enough to ride a bike they'd visit Auri's every morning to head to school together (sorry I keep mixing the ALNST highschool AU together with the modern au but like. They would go to school right? Correct me if I'm wrong)

I hc they have a lot of matching clothes (matching sweaters, socks, shirts, etc)

Auri was a good star student but Solei was just around average, maybe even dropping below that at certain points. Maybe Auri would tutor them sometimes? (Ivan moment lol)

Auri likes to mess with Solei's hair and put it in ties and clips and stuff (based on one of your very first solauri doodles)! She's pretty good at it, but sometimes she'll do Lei's hair up really weird and stupid if she's feeling cheeky. Solei always keeps that hairstyle for the rest of the day no matter how stupid it looks.

Solei likes to woodcarve things for Auri all the time. It's kind of shitty and blocky and unrecognizable at first though so I don't know if Auri would keep it lol

Physical touch!! Auri likes physical touch, Lei is warm and loves warmth so they're happy with it! If they lie on the floor and Auri drapes herself on them horizontally (they'd be making a plus sign shape basically) then Solei would use their hands to play drums on her back. You know like. patpatpatpatpatpatpat. complete with cymbal sound effect. Because they're a loser.

Auri dresses in nice clothes most of the time (I think, usually in rock's sketches she's wearing pretty dresses) and in contrast to that Solei's fashion sense is just. Pajamas. Not joking they'd literally show up to places in their pajamas. Easygoing but at what cost.

When they do decide to change into something more appropriate, it still carries the vibe of pajamas. They like loose and comfortable clothing, stuff like big sweaters with wide open collars and soft baggy pants. Even their school uniform carries this carefree vibe since they forego the blazer and just wear the white button-up (that isn't even completely buttoned. Imagine till's school uniform with the orange undershirt, that's basically Solei). I'd imagine Aurien would be more clean and put together? Though maybe Solei would encourage her to loosen up and do whatever makes her comfortable.

Solei is (suprisingly) popular? They have a lot of friends at school. Definitely the type to say "okay I'm going now bye guys!" and then spend another 10 minutes yapping with others. Very "mom can we go home now" vibes from Aurien during this time.

If Aurien was feeling upset about something, Solei would take her someplace quiet and encourage her to tell them about it. They'd always make sure to carry something nice in their pocket to suprise her afterward, like candy or another wood carving or a flower they found.

Auri does her homework on her room desk and when she turns around to look at her bed solei has materialized out of nowhere to sleep on it. you know. instead of doing homework

When they're older, Solei would work at a zoo/animal shelter and would text Auri pictures of animals that reminded them of her

They would probably also have each other as profile pictures

I do apologize for this fact, I know it's an excruciating and annoying character trope, but solei is in fact a dense bastard. I'm so sorry. they'd have no idea. stay strong auri

[theunmotivatedparable]

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Narr with the Adventure Line™! (except my design, cuz. I like snakes.)

ADVENTURE LINE™!!!!

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I drew them as a patternless albino burmese python!!! Because 1. I'm lazy and 2. Albino burmese pythons. Narrator LOVES his lil. his lil adventure line™ snake<333.

The only reason he costumes up his snake as the Line™ is because Stanley has a BAD phobia of snakes but the Narrator can code it so that the Line™ is only seen as the Adventure Line™ costume, yeah? So Stanley can be with the Line™ without crying and sobbing because SNAKE.

Anyways, sorry for forgetting to post on the weekend. Be fed with these shitty doodles instead on a Tuesday night </3

[theoldwest]

BABE (info page) | w.i.p ⊹ ࣪ ˖

supernatural oc <3

general information

Birthday: 4/20

pronouns: all

gender identity: nonbinary

age: 26

height: 5’6

ethnicity: African American

hair color: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

favorite song: Delta Dawn - Tanya Tucker

favorite color: black

Vehicle: light blue 1969 Ford F-250

My Pinterest Board for Babe :-) | updated regularly

My playlist for Babe :-) | updated regularly (Apple Music)

Babe’s camera roll | updated regularly

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appearance ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Babe keeps their hair in locs. They’re long enough to settle just above her shoulder blades.

She tends to dress as most hunters do, her duffel bag filled with flannels and jeans. She is partial to cowboy boots and cropped tees, though.

Babe has an old west themed tattoo sleeve covering her left arm that she tends to keep hidden. There’s a lot of pretty cowgirls and cacti interwoven with bison and landscape.

interests ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Babe has seen a lot of TV in their life, mostly because they raised themselves in motels, where there’s always a shitty television set.

She does doodle quite a bit, and carries a journal around when she can.

Babe’s actually an incredible cook, taking culinary classes when she can fit them in.

backstory ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ⋆

It’s not often a witness is left alive whenever a werewolf attacks. Werewolves have an insatiable hunger, their teeth ripping through any piece of flesh they’re able to reach. But, that night, it was different.

She’s barely ten years old. Her birthday was yesterday. It’s 2 am, and she wakes up gasping, tears already falling from her eyes as she takes just a second to process the nightmare still fresh in her mind. It’s horrible- flashes of red and bone- nothing she’s ever witnessed before. She makes the decision to crawl out of bed, cold hardwood flooring shocking her half-awake before she makes the journey upstairs to her parents’ room.

She swings the door open, seeing the moonlight shining through the open window before she sees the creature stand ing over her parents’ bed. The werewolf’s just finished bleeding into the sleeping couple’s mouths, and he flashes a horrifically wicked, bloodstained grin at the little girl before he and his victims leap up and out of the same open window he entered from.

Her knees thump against the ground before a scream rips through her. She doesn’t understand why this is happening to her- why the monster left her and took them. Frightened sobs echo through the now-empty house.

To Be Continued…

random information .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Babe is the person who orders chicken nuggets at every restaurant. They can be convinced into trying something new, however.

They don’t tend to like other people, so they keep to themselves most of the time. But, when human interaction is a must, she finds herself in country bars, swing dancing with cowboys and cowgirls alike. This habit has made her a decent dancer.

Their first cassette tape was an N.W.A album. They stole it from a store on a whim at 13.

She’d never actually tell you, but she loves having her locs played with.

She always has a few joints prerolled in her bag.

This bitch drinks Diet Coke like it’s water.

media links •ᴗ•

🫀 1st drawing :,)

✨ piccrew

tags *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

#babe oc #sorry babe #babe spn oc

[mintythecup]

Im sorry you feel that way minty, it’s a really sucky feeling to have

but know that UR AWESOME AND UR ART IS AWESOME AND YOU DESERVE ALL THE FANART IN THE WORLD💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Here’s a really quick shitty midnight doodle keep slaying like you always have ✨✨✨✨

SOBS IN APPRECIATION YALL, YALL ARE TOO KIND I CANT

WAAAAAAAA

[morganpdf]

U kno what. Go ham and answer all (or as many of the questions as you want/are relevant) for uhhhhhh Robin and/or Fig (idr if Fig is your OC or Justice’s OC so I’ll leave it up to you)

damb!!!!!!!!!! an excuse to talk too much about robin lets go!!!!!!! (fig is @saltylenpai's and he's not feeling 2 well so i dont wanna bombard him w messages rn dsfds but if i know something for them ill answer it)

also warning for ~mature themes~ or w/e bc this is about robin and she fucks. sorry (nothing graphic just the acknowledgement that she does)

also just for clarity's sake, when i say 'connect 4' thats just the name juice & i use for august/piper/robin/felix bc thats easier than naming them one by one dsfds. on w the show

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

god ngl i can't really, remember, justice might have named her?? like. that's the most likely scenario :sob: he's named so many of my ocs when we were doing back-and-forths trying to figure out the vibes of guys. robin was fun tho bc she didnt have a name when i first posted her bc i really liked her design and wanted to post it despite not having. u know. a name for her yet. also just checked her og post and it has 69 notes. its what she would want

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

when i first made her, robin was 25! now its sort of just a nebulous mid-to-late 20s depending on when art of her takes place tbh! i'd say she's 24/5-ish around the start of that story (so, like, when she finally breaks it off 100% w zoey [her shitty ex that she started dating in highschool], piper moves in w her, potential one night stand w felix, etc etc). maybe a little younger but also not by much. by the time she's got shit more figured out (ie felix has moved in, she & piper have started dating, getting help for her various neuroses etc) would be like 28-29, probs in her 30s by the time they ALL move in together imo. i could be off w that tho but its fine dsbhfs their story is always changing and growing so who knows!

okay wait i just came back to this like 3 hours after starting to write these & sitting on it and. i think robin is roughly 23 when zoey breaks up w her and piper moves in. august is in her senior year of undergrad when she meets piper (again) and she's younger than robin. i think piper is the youngest?? okay wait. ok. robin is 23 when piper moves in, who is 21 at the time. august is 22 & felix is like 21 and a half. or something. at the very beginning. or maybe robin is 22 and piper is 20 and they dont encounter august for another year or so??? idk. ill figure this out eventually. where i draw her most is her late 20s when shes happy w everyone HSDVSFV thats what matters

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

yeas :3 felix is their partner/fiancé (they dont get married for a long time even after getting engaged bc robin just, really likes calling them her fiancé. it's really special to her) and piper is her girlfriend!! it took a long time for robin to realize she was worth loving tbh but all of connect 4 are out here trying to remind her whenever they can (even august. begrudgingly.) (also just to clarify, august is piper's wife) (and felix's gym buddy/bestie/fuck buddy) (she and robin have some sort of fwb thing going on. enemies with benefits. they pretend to hate each other but dont be fooled. theyre besties) (august just isnt romantically involved w anyone But piper) (same w felix & robin)

also fig is dating wren! however i have no current art of them :sob: he's a sweetheart printmaking major who meets fig in school. fig is a fine arts type major who minors in, like, photography, & also tries to work w as many mediums as possible. wren is kind of infatuated w them but tries to hide it bc he's... a dork. he's a dork who does NOT know how to talk to people. and takes to doodling fig in their sketchbook & making prints abt the nebulous Feelings they give him. fig is Aware of it but is Very Autistic abt it all & cant place their own feelings for a while. it all comes to a head when they're. like. hanging out together in the studio and fig just drops a description of how theyve been feeling around wren and wren is like. um. ummmm. did they just fucking. confess to me. and then it's another week before wren is like heeyyyyyyyyyy. would you. like to go on a date. and fig is like. ok :) anyways theyre very in love.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

is coffee a food. i think robin would live off of it if she could. felix is like, the main reason she starts actually Eating Food Normally bc they wont let her drink 5 iced coffees & call it a day. but to tell u the truth ive never really thought abt her fav food! it's probably something really simple, tho, like one of her dad's pasta recipes. comfort foods to the max.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

robin works as a barista at the coffee shop below her apartment (let me have this fantasy). ive said it once and i'll say it again: robin is the epitome of coffee shop au (derogatory). she doesnt Hate it bc so much free coffee & all her coworkers are some kind of queer but shes also like. not exactly a social butterfly & if anyone's ever a jackass to her she will Not take it (let me have this fantasy also). she's llike 5' even but if anyone yells at any of her coworkers. even ones she doesnt like. she's up to bat so fast. u wanna speak to the manager? ok speak to me. ill kill you

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

YEAS robin likes to sew & make clothes/costumes in her spare time. zoey used to make fun of her abt it so she kind of fell off of it for a while, but when piper moved in w her & showed interest in it, robin picked it back up! didn't get fully back into it for a while, but she's out here making clothes for connect 4 as a labor of love (esp felix bc. theyre fucking huge & have trouble finding things in their size sometimes. especially in the arms). also i specify costumes bc she absolutely drags all of them 2 conventions w her in themed cosplays that, like, none of them but robin understand dvgfsdgv. she also sometimes tag-teams w ellis (august's old college roomie) bc xe's actually really into cosplay & nerd shit but can't sew. however xe CAN work w robin to add cool practical effects to costumes and as much as they bully each other . ngl their cosplays always fuck. OH ALSO robin has a tattoo gun . she gives herself tattoos sometimes. when she's feeling it. sometimes the others get in on it dsfds

🎯 -What do they do best?

bitch and moan and be a hater. fuck nasty lesbian style. etc etc

jokes aside tbh . i dont want to boil her down to "barista" but she IS, like, good at what she does. the shit she makes slaps. one of those bitches who has as many fancy coffee gadgets around the apartment as she can afford (and some she cant). no one's complaining tho bc. despite all the bitching she does. she really likes doing things 4 the people she loves and has everyones morning favs down pat

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

once more. bitch and moan and be a hater & fuck nasty lesbian style. dsvbhgfvbsdh. this is only half a joke tbh robin can be hypersexual & genuinely really enjoys sex so like. yeah. she loves to bone down w any mix of connect 4 and it's a blessing that there's 3 other people bc sometimes i dont think any one of them could keep up. lmao. other than that she enjoys, like, reading indie comics & also manga tbh. loves to cuddle up w felix in bed while they read bc they have sleeping trouble & she knows she helps sometimes. loves to plan dates & hangouts even if she complains the whole time. loves spending any & all time she can w her loved ones now that she lets herself Connect on an emotional level as for shit she hates 2 do. working closers @ opening back to back (happens often). not a fan of cooking. hates going to the gym but will do it to watch felix & august work out. thinks most chores are a sisyphean task that she, personally, has been burdened with (enjoys doing laundry tho). hates talking abt her feelings but gets better abt it

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

the first christmas she spent w felix was. ngl. life changing for her. even if shit broke bad shortly after :sob: (they get it worked out but it gets messy for a hot second). genuinely one of the first times she feels Loved for who she is & like she could deserve it someday. which scares the hell out of her in the moment but. despite everything she still thinks abt it fondly also. when she proposes to felix is up there. not necessarily the proposal (that was slapdash & embarrassing and she kind of wants 2 crawl into the dirt) (after weeks of planning & getting cold feet Once Already, she just drops it on felix while they're driving & they nearly crash bc thats nothing they would have ever expected robin 2 say. and robin ends up so embarrassed she nearly has a panic attack trying to backtrack bc what was she doing what was she saying this was the worst obviously youre going to say no im so sorry please ignore everything ive said in the past 5 minutes--) (felix has to pull over on the side of the road to help robin Chill)but the aftermath, when she's calmed down enough that felix is able to be like, hey, hey, baby. look at me. you can take it back if you really want but the answer would be yes either way ok? and they have a Moment and end up making out w robin sat up on the guard rail while the sun sets around them. very romantic save for all the honking they get

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

most anything involving her ex and highschool. tbh. that's all kind of a blur for her but it's not like she Wants to remember any of it. zoey has always preyed on her insecurities & kind of molded her into the bitter cunt she pictures herself as so. it's kind of all bad. she wasn't a good person when she was with zoey & she knows it & feels guilty abt it. other contenders include: when she lied to her dads abt going to college in LA (she went for a semester and dropped out) specifically to be w zoey, knowing they wouldnt have Let Her Go had they known zoey was involved (they did not like zoey). any memory involving holidays spent alone (or worse: w zoey) when she would ignore calls from her dads. another contender for worst is the memory of seeing felix for the first time after their initial break up because ough ouch oof owie that sucked shit.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

nope! she was originally a splatoon octoling :^] still very similar vibes tho!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

juice & i wanted to make splat ocs that were salmon runners! her og lore is that she worked salmon run shifts over night & coffee shop shifts during the day. no time to sleep she needs to make money. now she just has the coffee shop job but she's still just as cranky and mean. FELIX HOWEVER has changed so much. i know this isn't abt felix but its still wild thinking abt just how much they've mellowed out compared to like, og felix.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

slice of life :^] same as august and piper. there's a post going around abt, like, coming of age stories for adults where. u know. people over 25 or whatever are finally coming into their own & if that was a Genre id absolutely smack robin into it. she grows A Lot from her 20s into her 30s. continues to grow from there, too. haven't thought too much abt, like, Older Connect 4 bc i have some Neuroses around that, but shhh

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

robin is cis </3 but a lesbian! <3 fsdfds (august is also cis and a lesbian. piper and felix are the partners w the genders) (piper is a trans lesbian & felix is. genderfluid? queer? has something going on. & bisexual. like. fuck men as a man, fucks women as a woman, etc) (u only technically asked abt robin but shh)

fig is (wavy hand motion) and demi :^] juice is still playing around w their gender, when i asked it was like. some variation of nonbinary or agender leaning on towards transfem. gender simply does not matter to them

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

both robin and fig are only children!

robin feels Guilty abt that often bc she feels like she's kind of a fuck up and that her dads deserved a better daughter (they love her dearly and would never think she's a failure or a burden) (but robin has Neuroses)

fig is. tbh. very much a spoiled only child. theyre very sweet and kind tbh but they were (and are) Very Protected From Everything & their parents can and will do anything for them at any given moment. money is no object. they use this power for good as often as they can tho

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

ope didnt realize this was the next question dsvfgsd so. uh. oopies. i will add on that like. robins dads went the surrogacy route w her. her godmom was the gestational carrier & is pretty good friends w her dads so she shows up to family functions a lot dsfsd. ive yet to design her tho (very double income no kids lesbian aunt vibes from her) (i need to flesh her out more actually) (juice and i half designed robins dads once but didnt settle on anything. need to do that again)

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

i like that robin grows and heals w time, and even though she fucks up she still ends up happy w her friends and family. she has a support system of people who love her. despite going through deep shit & dealing w a lot of mental health issues, she's happy and safe and loved & has learned how to cope w things & is on her way to forgiving herself. she doesnt want to die anymore. she finally looks forward to the future. im normal. dont look too much into this. anyways

as for fig . my fav thing abt them is how in love w the world they are. they never get tired of how beautiful everything is, from sunsets to grass growing in cracks in the sidewalk to the patterns that gnats follow. its part of the reason they get into art tbh. they want to translate that beauty into their work. why they dabble in every medium they can. i love fig so much

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

robin is easily my most drawn oc (followed shortly by jo, but mostly bc jo was like. my only oc for a while & they were directly connected to a special interest at the time) BUT EVEN THEN. I DONT DRAW HER ANYWHERE NEAR ENOUGH 😭😭😭 rip to all my ocs who arent my comfort characters that no one fucking Knows about because i never draw them. BIGGER rip to the OCs who dont even have toyhouse pages bc i only drew them once years ago and have since redesigned in my mind but havent drawn yet. looking @ ellis & atlas & wren & graham especially. sorry to my boys (and ellis) i just never draw guys ever :sob: (posts that made me realize its literally like. all my guy ocs - and ellis - who i havent uploaded yet 😭😭😭)

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

lmao no absolutely not robin is going to live forever. all my ocs are immortal (<- guy who has Intense Neuroses & Anxieties revolving around death and is not in a place where he can unpack that shit yet)

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

i dont think robin has any ACTUAL phobias (like., defined ones. you know what i mean??) (like arachnophobia or agorophobia or w/e), but for the longest time she was terrified of showing anyone that she cares bc she didn't want to get used again. that's why the initial break-up? w felix happens (she admits she loves them during sex & then immediately panics and kicks felix out & runs away to her dads house for a month w/o telling anyone & purges all her socials. she's normal and makes totally rational decisions). she also has a pretty big Fear that zoey is going to dredge up old shit and start shit and make the rest of connect 4 leave her (which. like. zoey DOES try after a couple of years) (bc shes a petty motherfucker who is upset that robin's doing well) (it obviously. doesn't work) (piper writes a. quite frankly. scathing ass message to zoey) (august swears if she were a few years younger & stupider she would have gone out and started a Fight) (felix just holds her so tight) (anyways)

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

fig is absolutely incapable of having an arch-nemesis or rival. like. thats not something that could exist 4 them. they love everyone too much and just assume good intentions. its a problem sometimes.

also robin has several rivals tbqh. the peppy gay barista at work who is too much of a ray of sunshine. she is going to get him to crack. ellis is a rival bc xe hates everyone august has ever slept with (barring piper) (i dont think xe realizes she slept w felix though bc . those two had . a lot of risky hookups in public places i dont think they really ever boned at the apartment LMAO). august is her BIGGEST rival (said lovingly). their relationship is very (robin voice) shut up august im gonna go fuck your wife now. and august bullies her so hard. relentlessly. also full disclosure they also fuck sometimes but its specifically (i warned everyone abt sexual themes or whatever so i can say this) really rough nasty stuff bc august doesnt mind getting rougher w her and robin lives for it. lmao. very hatesex type shit where they're constantly butting heads while robin is tied to the bed. we have fun here

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

i posted robin for the first time on sept 7 2020!! which is the same day as justice's bday which is fun. so! she'll be 4 this year :^] wild as shit tbh it still feels like she's a new oc to me.

fig also looks like they have a 2020 bday, just earlier in the year! wild!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

me sitting here like. okay how much pain am i gonna be in acknowledging how old i was in 2020. okay lets see. ok. robin was a week before my birthday which means i was. oh my god. i was 24. i wasnt even 25 yet. oh my god. ohghh my god. time comes for us all. i made robin older than me when i made her im gonna throw up. im gonna become an oyster. im gona

[maxicaiman]

I was scrolling through your posts and saw your oc Navaid .

Im sorry- i just HAD to doodle her :0

Not sure if this counts as fan art ;-;

IM SOBBING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OML

YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME OML IM HAVING A REAL SHITTY DAY AND THIS JUST MADE MY DAY TYSM

[lifenconcepts]

SHIT POST ALLERT HAHAHunpopular opinion, but art is only art if it is made with passion and to express.

well, you might say, “well duh, everyone knows that” but wait.. listen:

art is only art if it holds expression to us, our human selves. Someone can paint a beautiful portrait of their wife, an elephant can slap some colours together on a canvas to draw a flower, a child can glue some sticks together, and a madman can scribble on the wall with blood. what differentiates art from a mere creation is intention. if someone had been in a troubling mental state and to express their turmoil they painted something, that is art. If someone drew a landscape as a gift to their loved one, that is art. If someone crafted a half-assed pottery cup to their boss, it is still art. If someone had passed and looking at their home a loved one was brought to tears, that house is art. a medium does not decide what art is, but rather the feelings of which the piece holds.

a commission without passion is nothing. A corporate made doodle is nothing. An advert without love is nothing. Mass produced prints are nothing. AI art is nothing. NFTS are nothing. Art is only defined by … by????

by me.

I said so.

if you make something, even if you hate it, it’s art, as you made it. You put part of yourself into it. Sob over the failed attempt all you want it is still art. I’m fed up with trying to reason with some dumb people - art is made by those who intend it.

you can scribble a shitty doodle, and it’s art. you can draw from a thought and it is art.

yet THE moment you are told to create something, it is no longer your art, it’s an obligation. A must to create. You are required by that phrase to fulfil their desire, and you mustn’t forget that art is made with intention. Don’t care for the illusion of that - free from interference. You want to make a gift, art. They told you to draw something, drawing. Not intended as art. Interpret it however you like, not art.

OKAY PLEASE STOP READING THIS SPECIFIC DAMN POST. I’m not making much sense to myself. I feel like I am but I am not. Seriously. My mind is hellbent on writing and yet I have no clue what to write. I’m sorry.

[preciouslandmermaid]

I'm gonna start respond to these because they make me laugh lmao HI BESTIE!!!

"Lovely and vicious. She and Nami would get along" YEAH ???? please tell her that so she can stop being a little hater (and then we can kiss on the mouth, girl who are friends style)

You know what, you're right. they SHOULD kiss. as a treat.

"Show was getting borin’ anyways" uuuggghhhhh you want to kiss me so bad, boohoo google maps

BOOHOO GOOGLE MAPS WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED. THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT. DJSLKFJSKLSJ.

"Sanji didn’t think twice. He ducked" IF A PRETTY WOMAN TELLS HIM TO DO SOMETHING HE ! IS ! DOING IT ! NO QUESTIONS ASKED ! YES MY QUEEN ANYTHING FOR YOU

Sanji the type of motherfucker to lie down on the ground for ten hours just because you told him to. we stan <3

Okay but I was kinda expecting Estella to just be mysterious and maybe even a bit shitty person and now I feel bad !!!! she's just a mother who tried !!!! SHE BUILT AN ORPHANAGE GODDAMMIT !!!

spoiler: Estella's backstory is even SADDER than you realize lmao.

"You were too busy thinking about Luffy’s declaration" KSKSKS sorry I didn't hear what you said but it's hard to focus when facing tHE FUCKING SUN !!!!!

EXACTLY. EXACTLY. He is the sun!!!!!!!!

"He smiled and the light caught a flicker of silver beneath his tongue" 👀👀 i am unable to look away

we can tell that scene in the live action altered my brain chemistry, clearly.

"The three bird islands were known for their impressive networks of caves" im sure this wont be a surprise tool that'll help us out later

FORSHADOWINGGGG

"A chubby black cat strutted into the room" oh my fucking god please let the cat interact with Zoro (he gives off those "do not bring a pet into this house -> pet becomes his favorite" vibes) pLEASE GOD

u know what.....that's it. Mimi gonna come on the Going Merry. Get in, losers, we've got a cat now. "Aw, zoro adopted a cat?" "No the cat adopted him."

"the shitty cook couldn’t tie his shoes if a beautiful woman was nearby" so you agree 😌 you think im beautiful 😌

GOT HIS ASS!!!

"The three golden earrings dangling" if I say what I want about this, I think I'll be institucionalized

I want him to [redacted] while [redacted] and then take my chin and [redacted].

"You are outside" "I got turned around" ... BY WHAT ??? THE WIND ????

KDSLFDJSL THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD

"a red sun was doodled near your thumb" is this the first drawing we did ? 🥺

wow now im crying i didn't intend that, but like, *sobs* IT IS NOW.

“It wasn’t personal” alright COOL GUY go fuck yourself

honestly big "you should be addicted to shutting up" / "you want to fuck me so bad you look stupid" energy here. like. OK EDGELORD.

of songbirds, swords, and spice (2)

pairing: Opla!Zoro x Opla!Sanji x Fem! Reader (no use of Y/N or L/N)

tw: this chapter contains blood & violence (makin' the live action more realistic lets goooo)

🏴‍☠️ read on AO3 🏴‍☠️

(masterpost)

(<- previous chapter)

Sanji blinked. The beautiful voice was gone, but the enchanting woman stood before him, her shocked expression morphing into simmering anger. Lovely and vicious. She and Nami would get along. One of the bandits fired into the air and there’s a surge of rapid movement, as fierce as a hurricane, as guests scramble to their feet. Tables and chairs went upturned, drinks spilled on the floor, alongside shattered plates and silverware. They fled. There were glimmers of gold here and there between flashes of streetwear as the staff directed citizens to the back exit. Usopp sidestepped into the flow of fleeing bodies and nervously looked behind him.

“Honestly.” Sanji stood. “Does no one have respect for the arts anymore?”

“Show was getting borin’ anyways.” Zoro unsheathed his sword.

Nami gripped her staff and looked at the crew before she nodded and jumped over the table. A scimitar whistled through the air, its silver blade glinting, and Sanji flattened himself to the floor. A single sweep of his leg knocked the bandit off-balance before he could strike Nami. There was a second of respite – as there often was in battle – and he used it to check on Nami and the performer.

Crack! Nami’s staff landed against a pirate’s jaw. Where’s the performer...he swiveled toward the exit. You were near it, but you weren’t running away. Wait. She’s not running?!

The sheer, billowing fabric of your performance robes trailed your movements. You held your microphone stand and thwacked a bandit in the stomach. The bandit grunted, doubled over, but recovered quickly. He leveled his pistol at your head.

No!

He ran toward you, but Zoro slid into his field of vision. His blade arced upward and cut through bone and muscle as if were warm butter. The bandit’s arm dropped onto the floor. A heartbeat. The bandit screamed, fell, clutched his bloody appendage to his chest, and desperately tried to halt the gushing fountain of blood from his elbow. Splotches of wet crimson saturated the front of your robes in sticky, and shiny dark patches.

“I had him.” Sanji huffed, swiping his blonde hair out of his face.

“Sure,” Zoro said sarcastically.

He flicked his blade outward and the excess blood splattered onto the floor and on your robe’s navy and white skirt. You didn’t flinch. Interesting. How often does this establishment get overrun with pirates? He wondered.

“You should get out of here,” Sanji said to you, “we can handle this.”

“No.” You lifted the microphone stand and rested it over your shoulder. “Duck.”

Sanji didn’t think twice. He ducked. The rounded base of the stand smashed into a bandit’s face, sending her reeling backward and clutching a bloody nose. He bounced back to his feet and offered you his most charming, most grateful smile. Your pretty face was freckled with blood and glistened with sweat. He can’t afford to get distracted by your beauty, however. The Cupidon Doré – the golden cupid – was still under threat. He remained close, avoiding your wide swings of the microphone stand. He roundhouse kicked a bandit. They crashed into a table, breaking it in half. One of Usopp’s ammunition whizzed past his head and ricocheted off a golden cherub before it struck a bandit in the eye.

He followed Usopp’s attack by dropping into a one-handed handstand position and – “Oof!” the bandit cried as Sanji’s kick slammed into his ribs. He used the momentum, spun in the opposite direction, and the second blow hit the bandit’s lower back. The bandit sprawled onto the floor beside broken plates and glass, dazed and groaning.

“Gum Gum Punch!” Luffy shouted, sending the leader of the blood bandits' through the wall. The Sheetrock crumbled and fell in large dusty chunks and exhumed a cloud of dust and debris. Whew.

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You stood in the middle of the destroyed dining room, heart pounding, your clothes sticky with blood, and muscles throbbing from swinging the microphone stand. You and these strangers managed to thwart the bloody bandits. Estella’s gonna be pissed.

“Did you seriously have to break our wall?” you asked between gasps of air.

“Sorry,” Straw Hat replied bashfully, “who were those guys?”

“They announced their name,” you said, placing the microphone stand back on the stage. “The fearsome bloody bandits.” You glanced at the cloying pool of blood and abandoned dismembered arm. Yikes. However, you couldn’t muster any sympathy for the poor bastard. He was going to shoot you. If not for the green-haired swordsman, you weren’t sure you’d be here. Although—the blonde one was right behind him. Maybe your luck wasn’t so bad.

You said, “They wear red so their enemies cannot see if they’ve been injured.”

“That’s stupid,” the swordsman said.

“Yeah, they’re not the most creative.”

“I’ve never heard of them,” Straw hat interjected.

“Do they bother you a lot?”

You didn’t have time to answer the staff-wielding woman because Estella shouted your name. She wheeled into the room, crushing shards of glass, plates, and splinters of wood along her way.

“I’m okay, grandma. I’m okay,” you assured her, “the blood isn’t mine.”

Your gaze lifted from Estella’s worried, wrinkled face to the swordsman. He stood with his arms crossed, his clothes dappled in blood, though nowhere near as badly as yours. Should you thank him? No. That wouldn’t be right. It wasn’t only him who saved the golden cupid.

“Thank you,” Estella said before you could, “I am in your debt. You may call me Madam Estella and this is my granddaughter--” she introduced you and you awkwardly bowed your head. As politeness demanded, Estella asked for their names, so she could thank them properly. The one with the red vest and straw hat was the first to speak.

“I am Monkey. D Luffy,” he said, “captain of the Straw Hats and future King of the Pirates.”

The future king of the pirates? Despite the dubious tone of your thoughts, you caught yourself smiling at Luffy’s earnest and determined expression. He believes it. I can see it all over his face.

Estella said, “You’re better pirates than this group of brainless jellyfish.” She shot a disdainful glare at one of the unconscious bloody bandits.

The Straw Hat pirates introduced themselves as Nami, Usopp, Sanji, and Zoro. You wondered if Estella viewed them—and you – as fools for their bravery or if she was truly grateful because the golden cupid was saved. You hadn’t been thinking about bravery during the fight. At first, you fought because you needed to ensure Estella evacuated safely. Then, Zoro saved your life and you kept fighting out of instinct, not bravery.

“Allow us to thank you properly. I assume your dinners were cut short? Come and have dinner at our home, stay the night if you wish, and tomorrow I will compensate you for your service.” Estella reached out and took your hand between hers.

Nami repeated, “compensation?”

“What?” You pulled your hand away. “Grandma, are you serious?”

“You need a bath.”

“They’re strangers!”

Estella tutted, pushed her wheelchair toward the door, and said, “All friends start as strangers, dear.”

You pressed your fingertips on your temples. Clearly, Estella had forgotten all the rules from nine years ago. We aren’t supposed to have strangers in the house. You lamented her decision, but you couldn’t overrule it. It’s her house. If she wanted to have guests then you couldn’t stop her. You collected your blood-stained skirts between your hands and walked briskly to catch up.

The palm leaves rustled overhead beneath a sky without stars—the full and bright moon—had stolen the show and outshone them.

Luffy fell into pace next to you and tucked his hands into his shorts’ pockets. “You know, I saw the waiters stealing from the VIP section.”

“They must’ve needed the berry,” you replied.

“Nah, I don’t think it was that.”

“Are you telling me that you’re a pirate who doesn’t steal?”

“Well,” he drawled, “I wouldn’t say that.”

You shook your head. “If you have questions about the performance then you can ask Estella. She’s in charge. Not me.”

“Okay!” Luffy’s long strides had an easier time catching up to Estella than you did. “Madam Estella, I have a question.”

You doubted she’d tell him about her longest-running con. The performance on every full moon was a front, a ruse, for you to use your devil fruit ability and clear out the pockets of Nightingale’s richest tourists. In the early days, before you settled on Nightingale Island, you used your voice to help you and Estella out of a dozen—no, a hundred—different situations. You had beguiled ship captains for free passage, slipped from Marine arrest, and incited brawls among rival pirates. Thankfully, that part of your life was over. You lived a quiet, comfortable life now. You sighed.

“Are you alright?” Sanji asked.

“Huh?” You blinked, surprised by his genuine tone. Who are these people? They were unlike any other pirates you had met.

“Not everyone walks away from a fight like that without shaking.”

“It’s not the first time they’ve come around,” you explained. “The three bird islands; nightingale, sparrow, and heron, they visit them every six months.”

“There isn’t a marine base on this island.” He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it. “So, what happens usually?”

“Estella pays them off.” You frowned at the back of Estella’s head, her long silver-white braid swaying behind her chair. “I guess she forgot to do it or...something.” Your frown deepened.

Estella always remembered her payments. The bloody bandits were punctual and came to the island at the end of the six-month mark without delay. Estella put their payment inside a marked tree hole near the port. Did someone steal it? Or did Estella want the bandits to arrive?

“I doubt they’ll return anytime soon,” Sanji said, exhaling smoke.

You’re more than inclined to agree with him. The bloody bandits wouldn’t return to Nightingale until they had regrouped their forces and stitched their wounds. You hoped they wouldn’t seek retribution and worried, not for the first time, how safe this island was. You and Estella used to spend no more than a year in one place. You weren’t sure why she chose to place roots here, but you had your assumptions.

As Sanji had said, Nightingale Island lacked a military presence which allowed for more freedom. But, more than that, the local community of the island was close-knit and supportive. The tourists came to the island to walk the beaches of black sand, witness the migration of massive sea turtles during mating season, and explore the multiple caverns and caves scattered throughout the island’s wilderness. The three bird islands were known for their impressive networks of caves and the East Blue had no shortage of daredevils seeking their claim to fame or bored rich people.

Your two-story home was built next to the orphanage. At the gate, Estella stopped in front of a statue of a kneeling woman surrounded by children and she – as she always did – kissed her fingertips and touched the statue’s face. A bronze plate on the statue’s base read: ‘Thus you shall go to the stars’.

“Celesta?” Nami said, “is she someone famous from here?”

“No.” Estella’s brown eyes were glassy in the raw, sharp moonlight and she gazed upon the countenance of the statue with longing. “She was my daughter.”

Usopp’s expression was painfully sympathetic. You were tempted to look away, but you forced yourself to meet his tender gaze. These pirates are so weird.

“Your mom?” he asked.

You said, “No.”

Celesta was like a big sister to you, but you didn’t miss her like Estella did.

“I built the orphanage for her,” Estella explained, “I may have failed her as a mother, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t fail again for any other child in this world.”

A heavy, melancholy silence fell over the group and it felt like wearing an oversized itchy sweater. You stepped ahead and said, “I’ll get cleaned up and start dinner. Maybe you can give them a tour, Grandma?”

The sorrow on Estella’s face dimmed. “What a lovely idea, dear.”

There that’s better. You hated to see Estella haunted by her regrets. She was a good person. What happened between her and Celesta wasn’t her fault, but you had had that conversation before and it led to dead-ends and tears every time.

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A warm huff of steam fanned your face. Your tongs, holding one of the lobster tails, dripped with hot water as you fished them out to let them cool.

Estella’s kitchen was a myriad of colors. The children liked to draw and Estella never told them ‘No, children, you can’t draw on the furniture’. The light wood counter was decorated with ugly chickens, girls holding hands, and flowers and snails. The support beams were scratched with measurements of height and hearts and turtles and clouds.

When the children first started, you hated it. You told Estella to tell them to stop and she had looked at you with so much sadness in her eyes that you stormed off. Later, she had said, ‘My dear, you can draw on the walls too.’ and you argued that you weren’t a baby anymore and Estella had stroked the side of your face and said ‘Don’t let him take your joy away, don’t give him that power.’

It had taken you a while to realize that you were angry at the young children because you were jealous. You never got to draw on the walls as a child and it wasn’t fair that they could. But, you grew up and stopped caring about the conglomeration of artwork that decorated Estella’s kitchen.

Someone knocked on the door frame and said, “Would you like some help?”

Sanji leaned onto the doorframe, hands in his pockets, a soft curl of his blonde hair falling artfully over his brow.

You dropped a spoonful of oil onto the cast iron pan. “You can cook?”

“Did you miss my introduction?” he asked, “I said I was the chef on the Going Merry.”

Huh. You had to have missed it. You were too busy thinking about Luffy’s declaration and his fierce determination reflected in his eyes.

Sanji was framed in the colors of summer and misty plumes of vapor shrouded your line of sight. You swallowed. Normally, cooking on performance night was unheard of. If the bloody bandits hadn’t attacked, then the kitchen at the golden cupid would’ve made dinner for you and Estella. Fuck it. You wouldn’t mind his help.

“I’m making seafood paella,” you said.

“What can I do?”

“The onions, tomatoes, and garlic need to be chopped.”

“Aha.” He smiled. “Easy enough.”

You picked up a wet, slimy shrimp and began to devein it with a small knife. You didn’t look at Sanji beside you, but you felt his eyes flickering to you, the weight of words unsaid lingering in the air between the scent of cooked rice and lobster. Chop, chop, chop – Sanji’s hand was steady and practiced, and his technique was precise. He’s doing a better job than I ever could.

“What herbs are you using?”

You gestured with your knife to Estella’s recipe pinned to the wall. It had been your saving grace for years because you were hopeless without her explicit directions.

“Saffron, paprika, cayenne, pepper flakes, salt,” you replied, “and I’ve got fresh parsley to serve it with.”

“Do you like to cook?”

You laughed and the rhythm of Sanji’s knife against the cutting board stuttered.

“Not really.” You picked up another shrimp. “I learned because Estella doesn’t want to hire anyone to cook for her.”

“Why not?”

Because she trusts four people in this entire world and I’m one of them.

“You’re a curious bunch of pirates,” you said instead of answering his question.

“Curious as in strange,” he said, tilting his head, ���or curious as in nosy?” He smiled and the light caught a flicker of silver beneath his tongue, well-hidden, but noticed by you.

You clarified, “Nosy.”

“You and Estella are an interesting pair.” He added rice to the pan without your instruction and you were grateful you didn’t need to walk him through it. “She reminds me of someone – someone I used to work for.”

The fondness in his tone surprised and intrigued you. You met Sanji’s clear blue eyes. Wild blue, you thought, the color of the cloudless sky while at sea…so much blue that you could stare and go mad. The aromatic, earthy spices flooded your nostrils, the shrimp was cold between your fingers, and your heart did a funny, backward somersault.

“Your dynamic is familiar,” he said, adding tomatoes and green beans to the dish and increasing the heat. “And perhaps it’s made me a little homesick.”

Homesick for what? For who? You wondered.

“It’s a long story.”

He wiped the countertop and said, “We have time.”

Too bad, you thought, I’m not telling you anything. Your history with Estella wasn’t meant to be shared. It was safer that way. Yes, the straw hats were pirates who saved 'the golden cupid', but that didn’t mean you trusted them. Trust had to be earned and fought for.

“Who does Estella remind you of?”

“It’s a long story,” he said, stirring the rice.

Your heart repeated its funny, little somersault. You shook your head and took the parsley from the herbs hanging off the wooden rack. Your knife work was much, much clumsier than Sanji’s and you roughly chopped the parsley before setting it aside in a small bowl.

Sanji cleared his throat. “Didn’t you say you were using parsley for the garnish?”

“Yeah, why?” You asked while wiping the knife clean with a rag.

His eyes remained on the paella when he replied, “Because you chopped oregano.”

Your jaw was unhinged and a warm, prickly heat clawed its way up your neck. You dumped the bowl’s contents into the trash.

“The fresh herbs aren’t labeled!” you retorted, embarrassment sharpening your tone.

“Here”–he reached over your shoulder and plucked the aforementioned herb free– “It’s this one.”

His lanky arm brushed against your shoulder and you caught a whiff of vanilla with a spicy undertone, wholly unrelated to the seafood dish cooking nearby. I think I’m having a heart issue, you thought worriedly, maybe I’ll see a doctor tomorrow.

“Thanks.”

“Normally I wouldn’t say anything. It’s not my kitchen, after all, but…” He pushed his hair out of his face, smiling. “I couldn’t let a wonderful dish like this be ruined with oregano.”

Your eyes connected through the misty clouds of fragrant steam. Once again, you were baffled by these pirates—by this man in particular—who fought nearest to you and offered his help in a stranger’s kitchen. It doesn’t matter how interesting they are, you reminded yourself, they’ll leave tomorrow. No one stays on Nightingale Island. Pirates especially weren’t known for their desire to stay put.

“Is dinner ready yet? I’m starving,” Luffy asked, bounding into the kitchen. “Neat drawings. Are these yours?”

You broke eye contact with Sanji.

“No, they’re from some of the children next door.”

“I like this one,” he said, pointing at a child’s rendition of Gold Rodger. “Do you think they’ll draw me once I’m King of the Pirates?”

You smiled. “If you’re lucky.”

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When dinner was served, Estella said, “Oh good, you didn’t burn the rice this time.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned.

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After dinner, Estella ushered everyone into her ‘trinket room’. Zoro didn’t know why the old bat didn’t show this room during her tour, but he wasn’t going to ask. The tour had been a waste of time and consisted of everyone else asking a dozen questions to which Estella answered with long-winded stories and unrelated anecdotes. He wished, more than once, that he was back on the ship taking a nap. The chilly room was as large as the dining room and filled with...junk. Old paintings of beaches lined the wall and glass display cases contained rocks and jars of dirt.

Nami’s face lit up at Estella’s collection of brass telescopes and Luffy smeared his face and palms against a glass box at the center of the room.

“Noticed those, have you, Luffy?” Estella asked.

Zoro peered around Luffy’s shoulder. It was a glass box with more boxes inside. There were four stands, although one was empty. A jade box, an onyx box, and a lapis lazuli box were stored within the glass. The boxes were etched with lines, like impressions, and Zoro scratched the back of his head. What’s the big deal?

He asked, “Do you have any swords?”

“No.” She shook her head. “They’re too expensive.”

He exhaled shortly through his nose. She wasn’t lying. He hadn't found a swordsmith yet, but his broken blades were a lost cause. He would need to buy brand new ones before they entered the grand line.

You draped a blanket over Estella’s lap and stood next to her. She’s protective. His eyes trailed across your shoulders to your arms. She’s strong, though. He wouldn't have guessed it on his first impression. You had stood on the destroyed remnants of wood and glassware, drenched in blood, and didn’t waver.

“Have you heard of the great pirate Pandora?” asked Estella.

“No,” Luffy replied eagerly, “who were they?”

“It’s said that Pandora hid her treasures inside these puzzle boxes.” Estella smiled. “It’s my dream to someday have all four.”

“You should find them. You’ve already got three,” Luffy said, pointing to the case.

“Grandma is a little too old to travel the East Blue hunting fairy tales,” you interjected.

“I don’t think so,” Luffy said, “if you have a dream then you should go for it. Your age doesn’t matter.”

Estella smiled again, but you didn’t object to Luffy’s bold optimism this time. This – at least – he understood. Some people heard Luffy speak but they didn’t listen to what he was saying. Even if I’m old and graying...I’m going to be the world’s greatest swordsman. Hopefully, he would hold the title until his death.

“Where did you get all this stuff?” Usopp asked.

A chubby black cat strutted into the room and Estella patted her lap.

“All over,” she said, “my granddaughter and I explored quite a bit of the East Blue before we settled here.”

That topic gathered everyone’s attention but his. You sat on your knees by Estella’s lap and scratched the cat behind the ears, offering gentle corrections to Estella’s story, but otherwise remained quiet.

Hmph, he thought, this is weird. When you had performed, Zoro forgot to breathe, to move, every nerve-ending was alive and buzzing at the saccharine sound of your voice. But whatever happened within the golden cupid had faded. Now, the only person on the crew who was affected by you was Sanji and that was because the shitty cook couldn’t tie his shoes if a beautiful woman was nearby. Idiot.

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You paced. Your bedroom was bathed in pale moonlight. There was no hope of sleeping tonight. The joyful songs of crickets and calm ocean waves fell on deaf ears. You couldn’t sleep with strangers in the house. Estella offered them the guest bedrooms which were upstairs with yours’. Every creak of the floorboards and every clanging interior pipe brought your hair on end. You scooped Mimi up and the overweight cat purred in your arms, but wouldn’t be held for long before she jumped free.

“I see how it is,” you grumbled, “you’re my best friend when I’m slicing tuna, but you won’t keep me company tonight?”

Mimi pawed at your closed door and looked over her shoulder, her big eyes flashed, reflective in the moonlight.

“Spoiled.” You opened your door. Mimi sauntered into the dark hallway, her tail curved into a question-mark shape and twitching. I’m not sleeping so I might as well take a walk. You tightened the sash on your robe and followed Mimi down the stairs. When you first moved to Nightingale Island, you walked at night because you were afraid that someone from your past was inside every shadow. You walked to ease your nerves and prove to yourself that no cutthroats or bounty hunters were hiding in barrels or waiting on the black beaches. The weathered floors welcome your bare feet in gentle familiarity. You skipped the second to last step on the stairwell—knowing it creaked like a gunshot—and you didn’t want to wake Estella who slept on the first floor. Mimi pranced by your legs, demanding your attention, and you gently nudged her away with your foot.

“Traitor, I’m not feeding you.”

Mimi, who you were convinced understood human language, made a soft ‘mrrow’ chirp before she abandoned you and darted toward Estella’s room. You better not wake her you little rat. You quietly opened the backdoor and silently closed it behind you. The brackish night breeze stirred your silken robes and teased your exposed ankles. You inhaled deeply and found a semblance of peace in the quiet freedom of being outside. The backyard wasn’t large, but the bordering underbrush led to narrow pathways created by the tiny, traversing feet of children straight to the ocean. I walked these paths first, you thought, pushing a branch aside before the children came to live next door.

The closer to the ocean you got, the lighter your steps became, and the tension in your shoulders relaxed. I should check the drop-off tree, you remembered your conversation with Sanji. There’s no way Estella forgot to pay them. You hadn’t wanted to ask her while the Straw Hats were visiting because you didn’t want them to start asking for payments, too. You had seen Estella’s accounting books. The golden cupid fared well, but there was a reason she continued her long-con with you. The berry stolen from wealthy tourists helped provide for ‘Celesta’s Home for Lost Children’.

A swordsman drenched in gossamer light and made ethereal stood beneath the arching palm trees. Your heart bounced into your throat. They’ve found me. They’ve finally found us. Your lip wobbled. The swordsman had to have heard you—although you didn’t recall making a sound—because he turned his head. The three golden earrings dangling from his earlobe caught a fraction of moonlight and glinted.

“Zoro?” You rubbed your palm against your terrified heartbeat.

“Hey,” he greeted you like it was normal to stand around in the middle of the night.

The cool sand threaded through your toes as you walked towards him.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was apprehensive and a foreboding sense of doom gripped your lungs. What if he isn’t part of the Straw Hats? He infiltrated them, and earned their trust, but his true goal was to come here and kill us. It didn’t matter how friendly they all appeared whilst at dinner. Maybe all of them are bad. They’re all hired killers. A memory of warm blood squirting onto your robes, the bandit’s fingers twitching on the floor, and Zoro’s intense, focused expression as his dark eyes met yours through the arcing spray of blood. Your heart skipped and you resisted the urge to run back home. If Zoro was dangerous, then you needed to kill him first and then secure the house.

He said, “’m looking for the kitchen.”

You looked around in case this was a strange stress-induced dream. Or maybe you had missed the creaky step and tripped over Mimi and you were unconscious on the floor.

“You are outside.”

“I got turned around,” he replied nonchalantly, resting his wrist on his sword hilt. “You?”

“I was taking a walk.” You adjusted the front of your robe to ensure it was closed. “I like walking.” Why did I tell him that? He didn’t need to know.

Zoro looked away to the rolling dark blue waves and glittering black sands. The tide was going out, pulling seashells and seaweed with it. Maybe Zoro was drunk. That would explain how he managed to wander out of the house. Great, he’s just a drunken swordsman. Nothing to be afraid of. As much as you wanted to leave Zoro here and let him find his way, you knew Estella wouldn’t be happy if she found out that you abandoned her guest. Drunk or not—you had to help him.

“Can I walk you back to the house?” you asked, “and I’ll even show you where the kitchen is.”

Zoro shrugged. “Sure.”

Your eye twitched. Deep breath, you said to yourself, he’s drunk and lacks social manners.

There was a strange phenomenon that always occurred whenever you took your nightly walks when the walk to the ocean was shorter than the walk home. However, tonight, that phenomenon didn’t happen. You were hyper-aware of Zoro’s nearly silent steps in the sand behind you. The palm trees whispered secrets overhead. The ocean’s lullaby grew quieter and quieter. Every few steps, you wanted to check over your shoulder and ensure he was upright and coherent and didn’t get lost again.

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You tell Zoro to help himself to any food or drink within Estella’s pantry. ‘She won’t drink it all,’ you had said. You stopped before leaving him and gripped the doorframe—a red sun was doodled near your thumb. It was as bright as blood. You swallowed and turned partway to see him. If you were going to say it, then you might as well face him when you did. He leaned against the countertop with the beer bottle’s neck dangling between his long fingers. You couldn’t read his expression. Bored, maybe? He was nowhere near as animated as the rest of his crew. The kitchen light muddled his mossy hair, making it appear a sickly yellow-green.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?” His dark, pensive eyes jumped from a spot on the floor and locked with yours. Now or never, your other hand flexed into a relaxed fist, I would be dead and gone if not for him. You thought of Estella building a statue in your honor, kissing her fingers and pressing her wrinkled palm against your stone cheek.

“Thank you for saving my life.” The words rushed out of you, jumbled and earnest. You blinked back your tears, tilting your face from Zoro before he could notice the telltale glossiness of your eyes. Your heartbeat echoed a lonely thrum in your ears.

The silence stretched, elongating like the streaks of moonlight through shadows of palm leaves. Why hasn’t he said anything? He was drunk, probably, and maybe didn’t hear you. But you couldn’t say it again. It would be mortifying to say it twice.

Your forearm and elbow trembled as the edge of the doorframe bit into your tightly curled fingers.

“It wasn’t personal,” said Zoro, finally breaking his silence.

You nodded, curt and short, and left Zoro to his lukewarm beer and quiet contemplation—or perhaps it truly was boredom.

You skipped the second step on the stairwell because it creaked like a broken ship’s hull and you definitely didn’t want to wake Estella. You were afraid everything would spill out of you if you saw her: your confusion and curiosity about the Straw Hats, your present fears, the tense moments you had shared with Zoro, and the quiet ones shared with Sanji, and the light you saw in her eyes when she shared her trinket room and talked about Pandora.

Your heart was pounding by the time you reached your room and closed the door, leaning your knobby spine against it. You rubbed your tired eyes with your fists. How could one day feel like ten years?

“Mrreooow!” Mimi called from the other side of the door.

“Rat,” you said affectionately, opening it, and following her to your bed.

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a/n: this chapter was supposed to be so much shorter lmao. i hope u are all having a lovely time <3 thank u for reading

[wizardgame100]

ceren nightchant, but in a distinctly LGBTQ way

Asks that make me SOB

I love Ceren so m u ch!! Glad I can provide such an honor

I doodled Ceren while mid battle since I'm playing Wizard101 rn so very sorry it's shitty lmfao

We love our LGBTQ Wizards here<33333

[fanmoose12]

ansgty hc inspired by your recent post where hange and levi were sending each other letters: let's say that levi lived until the end of the finale and as he finished helping armin settle in the commander's office, an eccentric-looking box catches his attention. it turns out to be full of hange's old journals she kept as a trainee until she became a commander. some of these write-ups would be yeaaars old. research notes, grocery lists (that had stuff he liked written down, like his favorite brand of black tea and cleaning supplies 🥺) aaaand of course, for a dash of extra pain -- letters she never gave to him (she probably wrote a scratched-out love confession somewhere). imagine a post-war recovering levi clutching hange's journals and reading her entries way baaaack before and during the no regrets ova timeline until the marley vs paradis arc TIME TO SOB :((((((

"Captain, you don't have to do this," Armin spoke softly. "I can clear it all myself."

"No," Levi harshly refused. "I'll do it. It's- it's the least I can do."

"Captain..." there was an infinite sadness in Armin's voice and in his eyes. Some of it, Levi knew, wasn't caused by the need to clean Hange's office. They all had their fair share of tragedies.

"I'm not your Captain anymore," he answered wearily. "And don't bother yourself with worrying about me. Just-"

"I'll give you some time," Armin nodded. He gave Levi one last cautious look and then turned, slowly walking away.

Levi watched him go for a second and then looked at the door, grasping the handle. He opened that door hundreds, if not thousands of times. There shouldn't be anything hard about it. Yet his heart was in his throat as he stared at the wooden surface.

It was the second time he was clearing that particular room. It was the second time he couldn't protect what was important to him.

He let out a shaky breath and turned the handle.

The room was dusty. It was messy, with stacks of papers littering every possible surface. It was... just as Hange left it.

Levi gulped and stepped inside.

His knees grew weaker with every step. He tried to pretend it was from exhaustion. He tried to keep his composure for as long as it was possible.

He decided to start with a desk, gathering all the papers, quills and books. Most of it held no importance - simple reports, accounts and official letters. Levi held each paper with utmost care, laying it inside the card box he had brought with him.

Most of the stuff there was meaningless, useless. But not for him.

For him, it was a proof, an evidence of Hange's existence, a testimony of her work and life, of everything she had accomplished. For Levi, it was the most precious thing in the world.

Slowly and methodically he looked through every paper and journal. Hours went until he moved from the desk to the bookshelf, from the bookshelf to the closet.

His hand trembled, as he opened it and saw Hange's jacket still hanging inside. His fingers touched the soft fabric. It wasn't washed in a long time, Hange's smell still clinged to it. Levi took it off the rack and draped it around his shoulders.

He pulled the jacket tighter around himself and continued with his work. At the back of the closet he saw a small box, and, curious Levi took it in his hands.

Inside lay even more papers, but those were different. They still were written by Hange, but the handwriting was different, a lot messier. They were written before Erwin's death, Levi guessed. They were written back when Hange was still allowed to be a messy, crazy scientist, not an strict and experienced leader.

The box contained her scribblings and doodles, drafts of new weapons and outlines for the next experiments. There were a few of drawings, and the quality of them told Levi that they were most likely done by Moblit.

At the very bottom of it all, Levi found an envelope. 'For Levi' was written on it.

Levi's breath hitched. Carefully he opened the envelope. Inside there was a letter.

Feeling his legs buckle, Levi sat down on chair beside the table and started reading.

If you're reading this, then one of those things happened: you went through my stuff again, probably during your cleaning spree; I was too much of a chicken to tell you everything myself and left it by your door; or... I'm not with you anymore. If the latter is true, than I'm sorry and I hope you can go on without me. Also I hope that in my last moments, I looked as awesome as possible. If not, then please pretend I did.

Either way, I'm writing you this letter because there is so much I want to tell you and so little time to actually talk with you. Life has been hectic in those last years, don't you think? Sometimes I wish we could go back to the way it was. I wish we could go back to the times, where it was just us - you, me, Erwin, Mike, Nanaba and Moblit fighting a hopeless fight against giant monsters. No shifters, no Marley, just our shitty little world inside the walls. Don't you think it'd be nice?

You probably don't, and you probably are rolling your eyes at my naivety. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, Levi. You are the closest friend I ever have. You're the last friend that I have, and I... I can not thank you enough for this. For sticking by my side through thick and thin, for tolerating my quirks and weird habits, for being my rock in this sea of uncertainties. I lov... Ah, well, you probably know exactly how I feel about you, subtlety was never my strong forte.

We live in a terrible world, but if there is one thing I'm grateful for, if there is one thing that almost makes it all worth is the fact that I've met you. You make me so happy, Levi, and I'm so happy to have an honor of calling you my friend.

You know, sometimes I wonder - would we still get along if not for our circumstances? Would you still like me if not for the duty that bound us together?

Sometimes I try to imagine a different life, a life where we could be allowed to be happy. To be together - safe and alive. Maybe, I'd still be living with my parents, up in a big mansion in the middle of the capital. Maybe, you'd be a notorious criminal from th Underground I'd have a scandalous affair with! You would sneak into my room in the middle of the night, getting past my father's guards and climbing inside though the window.

Or, maybe, I'd be a student and you'd work at the bar I frequent. I'd be trying to flirt with you to get free drinks for me and my friends, and you'd grumble and roll your eyes at me, waving me off like an annoying fly.

Maybe, we could be simple soldiers, without high ranks and important tasks. We'd be allowed to retire and run away to a small village, where we could live together and raise some cattle.

Wouldn't it be nice?

It would, and I'm sure you think the same. But life is what it is, and, for better or worse, we can't do nothing to change it.

Despite all the shit we've been through, there is one thing I would never think of changing, and it's meeting and befriending you. Whatever happens when you read this letter, I hope you remember this. And remember me.

Forever yours, Hange

There was a dark, old stain at the end of the letter. As he finished reading it, another one appeared.

Levi let the tears flow, rereading the letter again and again. He could almost hear Hange's voice as he read her words. He could almost see her smile and her bright eyes.

He wished Hange told him sooner. He wished he confessed to her before the world had torn them apart. But he knew it wouldn't have changed anything.

They were soldiers, nothing more than tools of war. Their hearts weren't their own, they belonged to humanity.

But with no squad to lead and no battle to fight, Levi turned into an old and broken man. His heart still wasn't his own, as he had given it away, sacrificing it along with his hope for a happy future with the one he loved.

He could still dream, though. Dream of another life, dream of those scenarios Hange described.

He could still dream and hope that it wasn't their last meeting, that in another life, much kinder than this one, they'd be allowed to be happy.

[passedport]

IM SO FUCKING ANGRY I COULD FUCKING STRANGLE YOU I WANT YOU TO KNOW YOURE A LITTLE SHITHEAD YOU LOOK LIKE TURBOTASTIC AND I HOPE YOU ROT--

[ response to this from @passedport ]

[pastelchris]

just like oranges.

“wonwoo stiffened beside him, holding his breath for a couple of seconds, he wished there was a button to disappear from there, become invisible or something.”

☀︎︎PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x kim mingyu

☀︎︎GENRES: angst, fluff, oneshot, childhood friends!au, highschool!au

☀︎︎WARNINGS: mention of domestic violence, mention of bruises, mention of violence.

author’s note: hello <3 i’m back with another fluffy angst. i was eating an orange while my dad was screaming to my mum and brother and i got the inspiration. the rest is purely fictional tho. for a better context, the place that i imagined was similar / taken from steven universe. i just love the light effects so much and the coloring is amazing, i love it so much. i want you to read it while thinking about oranges smell and a warm agust sunset. i made this thinking about a platonic relationship but it’s up to you to decide! i hope you’ll like it as much as i did <3

“usually my dad's screams last an orange. i’d watch him walk around the house angrily while screaming and gesturing at my brother, my mom, and anyone who would get in his way at the moment. i’d just swing my legs, sitting comfortably on the kitchen table, peeling my orange, and eating over the sound of his screams. sometimes we’d look at each other, then i’d do my best not to betray any expression, hoping that he wouldn’t have anything to say to me. most of the time it would work, and i’d just stare at the view of his shoulders as he walks away, then i’d go back to my orange. but sometimes I’d stare back a second too long, maybe I wouldn’t hold my emotions enough, so instead of his shoulders, I’d see the shadow of a hand or a foot, and suddenly the orange would be nothing but a crushed pulp on the ground.”

this was one of those days, he said to himself, swinging his legs into the void while he looks at the sea from above a wall: it's almost sunset, and the pink and violet of the sunset match the shades on his skin, making it look like a colorful yet bitter painting of despair.

he slowly closes his eyes, enjoying the quietness of the place, healing after all of the noise he had to stand at home.

or so he tries, until a too well-known noise comes to his ears.

« WONWOO !!!! » he screams, running towards him, waving his arms around.

mingyu has always been pretty, to him at least, since the first time he saw him, playing basketball in the school’s gym, and it’s not news, they’re still in high school, but everyone reminds him of his looks as soon as they get the chance, telling hem that one day he’ll make it big.

but to wonwoo, he’s always been pretty outside And inside, and now, messy hair and skin glowing under the sun, he’s even prettier than usual.

he hears his voice again, calling for him with such an excitement that only puppies have, wonwoo greets him back, hiding the bruises under his sleeves.

« good afternoon to you too mingyu. where are you running to?»

« to you of course » he rolled his eyes, jumping up and sitting next to him, enjoying the warm breeze.

« i tried to call you the whole day but you straight up ignored me, am i that annoying?» mingyu pouts at him, jokingly putting up a scene.

« i promise you i wasn’t ignoring you, gyu. i just had lots of homework to do, some of us actually need to study you know? »

« yeah, and i feel sorry for you...must be hard to have such a small brain »

« oh shut up you idiot » wonwoo sighed, turning back to face the beach, bringing up his legs to hug them and slightly flinching as he hits one of the bruises.

« hey woo, wanna swim? the weather is perfect today» gyu asks him, the same expression of a labrador who wants to go out.

« i think i’ll pass today, but you can go! i’ll watch you from here » wonwoo slightly smiled, chin resting on his knees.

« but i want you to come with meeee pleaseeeeeee » mingyu clung to his arm like a little kid, making the other flinch in pain unintentionally.

gyu looked up at him confused, clinging again on his arm and watching him thin his eyes in pain, looking away.

« what’s wrong woo? did you get you hurt?» he sounded concerned, hand still around his bicep

« d-don’t worry about it, i just stumbled on the door earlier...it’s fine, i’m fine»

« then why won’t you look at me?»

wonwoo stiffed, an unpleasant feeling filling the pit of his stomach: guilt.

he always told mingyu everything, the good and the bad, he never kept anything from him before, well, obviously, everything but episodes like those.

« you always avoid my gaze when you’re lying, has anyone ever told you you’re a really really shitty liar?» gyu pouted like a kid, slightly frowning as a thought took shape in his mind.

« could it be tha-»

« i really am okay mingyu, stop asking please » wonwoo tried to persuade him, brushing off the nervousness with a little laugh.

« but i don’t think i believe you » gyu answered, still looking at him in the hope to find his eyes.

« well i think that’s a You problem, i’m saying the truth-»

« then why won’t you look at me?»

« because i don’t want to.»

« but you never avoid my gaz-»

« JESUS CHRIST WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?» wonwoo finally snapped, looking back at him with piercing black eyes and grinned teeth.

« i just want you to look at me while you tell me the truth...i don’t like it when you lie...» mingyu bit the inside of his cheek, he never intended to make the other angry, but he also didn’t like it when people lied to him, especially since he was the last to judge another over the truth.

« well fine then, i don’t feel like swimming today because all of my body- and i mean Every Single Inch of my body Hurts like hell and you’re making it very hard for me to enjoy some fresh air before coming back inside. » wonwoo breathed in, frowning even more and staring at the sea.

« was it your dad?»

wonwoo stiffened beside him, holding his breath for a couple of seconds, he wished there was a button to disappear from there, become invisible or something.

instead, he just kept silent, staring at the beautiful view in front of him, while mingyu tried to understand his expression.

« i actually had a hunch but you didn’t let me finish, i guess i’ll take your silence as a yes...can you look at me?»

no answer.

gyu waited for a couple of minutes, thinking of a way to get the other to acknowledge his presence beside him.

« is it the first time he does it?»

still no answer, but he could sense the stiffness in wonwoo’s posture, the way his shoulder closed up as if to protect him, he somewhat curled up a bit, making it even harder for mingyu to see him in the face.

« does he do it often?»

this time he got an answer, a slight shaking of the other’s head, telling him that, luckily, it wasn’t a frequent thing, which made it bearable.

« mhnm....i see....i’m sorry if i forced you to open up woo...i just...i want to be as close as possible to you, i want you to trust me with every little secret you keep inside, and most of all, i want you to come to me when you need help or confort, i want to be a still point in your life but i don’t think i’ll ever be able to achieve such goal if you keep acting like a stray cat to me...» mingyu’s words came out rushed, they left him out of breath and he finished the sentence in a whisper, and still, wonwoo noticed the slight flinch of his hand, the way he closed it as a fist; he noticed his posture got stiffer, his eyes lost the playful light they usually had, and became two sharp daggers, staring at him.

« i’m sorry if i made you feel pressured to tell me, i won’t ask anything again but instead wait for you to tell me, but please, keep it in mind okay? come to me first if anything happens, alright? i promise you i’ll be by your side from dust ‘til dawn if you let me.” mingyu was a pretty loud person, he had a deep pouty voice but always talked as if he was selling fresh fishes in the morning, so he didn’t hear wonwoo’s muffled sobs at first, just when he looked at his eyes, and saw them puffy and teary, he realized something was off.

« woo?-»

he couldn’t even finish the sentence that a pair of marked arms flew around his neck, hugging him close to the other’s chest.

wonwoo’s voice was tore from the sobs and the pain

«thank you so much gyu, you really are my safe place»

wonwoo kept him closer to himself, burying his face on the other’s hair, closing his eyes.

the sunset light turned them both into golden statues, just like a painting they perfectly fitted into each other, mingyu’s skin glowing like caramel and wonwoo’s as light and shiny as porcelain, marked by violet and red-ish doodles.

« do you wanna swim now?»

« are you fucking dumb i literally look / and feel / like a war survivor right now »

« right m sorry»

«....»

«.....»

«.....»

«pizza?»

« yup, definitely up for that.»

the end.