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𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒; 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘.

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oh  god.

oh god.

it's  actually him.

videos  and  pictures  were  one  thing,  but  here  in  person...  Eden  quickly  realized  that  they  didn't  do any  justice  to  him  at  all.  and  heavens  above  if  they  don't  pass  out  right  here  on  the  spot,  it'd  be  a  miracle  if  they  survived  this  elevator  ride  crammed  in  so  close  to  him.  undoubtedly  he  hasn't  the single  clue  who  they  could  be   (   because  why  would  a rockstar  know  anything  about  an internet  idol  popstar   )  but  a  rabbit  could  dream  right?

there  were  so  many  emotions  going  through  their  mind  right  now;  outwardly  they  looked  calm.  perhaps  a  little  pale,  but calm  nonetheless.  eyes  fixated  forward,  hands  folded  neatly  in  front  of  them.  Eden  had  idolized  him  for months;  idolized  him  because  the  two  of  them  were alike. 

he   (   a  vastaya  proudly  in  the  limelight   )   and  they,   (   a  vastaya  just  rising  up  in  the  world   ).  they'd  always  wondered  if  there  was  a  place  for  someone  like them  in  the  world;  they  never  thought  their  kind  could  be  so  openly  harmonious  with  humans.  but  here  Sett  was,  singing  his  heart  out  alongside  five  of  arguably  the  most incredible  people  Eden  had  ever  seen,  and  it  gave  them hope.  hope  that they  too  could  be  so  widely  accepted.

these  thoughts  drift  away  as  the  sound  of  their  phone  begins  to  ring  in  their  ears,  and  they  fumble  to  pull  it  out  of  their  pocket.  in  the  process  of  doing  this,  the  miniature sett  figurine  keychain  they  had  attached  to  it  somehow  becomes detached  and  hits  the  carpeted  floor  of  the  elevator.  mortified,  Eden  dives  down  to  try  and  retrieve  it,  only  to  collide  the  top  of  their  head  with  his  painfully  hard,  i  might  add,  thigh.

stars  spring  out  in  front  of  their  eyes  and  they  drop  to  their  knees,  holding  their  poor  head  and  ears  as  tears  spring  to  the  corners  of  their  eyes.  they're  too  terrified  to  say  a word  to  him  about  it,  having  already  made  enough  of  a fool  of  themselves  to  last  a  lifetime.  if  they  died  right  here  and  now?  yeah,  they'd  be  satisfied  with  that.  pass  away  so  they  didn't  have  to  face  whatever  repercussions  were  about  to  come  their  way.  poor  thing.

[blindmagdalena]

I know you've done vampire Homelander before, but after looking (totally not obsessively) at various Antony Starr/Homelander gifs, how do you see canon normal Homelander reacting to his so/us/reader pointing out his sharp teeth and how vampiric they are? Perhaps pointing it out around Halloween👀. I can see a bunch of scenarios but I'd love your input.

"You could be a vampire," you say, swiping lazily through the costume listings on Vought Prime on your phone.

You've made a dozen suggestions already, but he's shot down every single one of them. You're beginning to lose hope that Homelander will be dressed as anything other than "The Homelander" for your first Halloween together.

"You already wear a cape, a high collar, slicked back hair. All we need is a palette swap."

Sitting on the couch next to you, your legs draped over his lap, he gives your thigh a pensive rolling tap with his fingers.

"I thought the vampire fad was over."

"No, vampires are timeless. Plus, you even have the fangs."

"I do not have fangs."

Like Dracula rising from his coffin, you sit straight up, staring him dead in the eye.

"Yes, you do."

His eyes narrow a touch. You can see him running his tongue along his teeth behind his lips.

"See?" you prompt. "You could definitely pierce my carotid with those bad boys."

"You sound like you've thought about it," he says, amusement steadily replacing his initial offense.

"Maybe I've fantasized a little," you say, the words more a tease than a simple admission. "Like I said, you've got the look down pat. You have super strength, you fly, you hate the smell of garlic. You're just a very... patriotic vampire."

He laughs, giving you a perfect flash of those very sharp canines you do so adore. He grabs your legs and slides you over his lap like you weigh nothing at all, bringing you properly into it.

"Tell me about this fantasy."

You slip one arm around his neck while you gesture with the other, setting the scene.

"Alright, so, picture this: it's nighttime—obviously, because vampire"—

"Obviously," he echoes very seriously.

—"and I'm on a rooftop alone."

"Why are you on a rooftop at night?"

"I'm sorry, are you already poking plot holes in my hyper specific 'vampire you' fantasy that you asked to hear?"

He puts up a gloved hand like a white flag of surrender. "Continue."

"Thank you. So, rooftop at night. It's cold, I look very demure and vulnerable—stop laughing—and perfect for a midnight snack. That's when I hear you, first the billow of your cape in the crisp wind, followed by your deep, velvety voice as you lure me in with, 'Chillin' all by your lonesome, beautiful?'"

Homelander bursts into laughter at that. You grin, his laugh causing something warm to blossom in your chest.

"That's fucking lame," he says, teeth as sharp as ever in that wolfish smile of his. "Why did you make vampire me so lame?"

"I mean, my love. If the boot fits," you say slyly, cupping either side of his face.

"See, I don't think I would say anything at all," he tells you, taking hold of your wrists. He pulls your hands in so that he can wrangle them both into the grip of one hand, and then turns you away from him, putting your back to his chest.

To this day, the ease with which he manhandles you still leaves you breathless. The strength lurking in him is unlike anything you've ever known.

"I would just... creep up behind you. Silent," he says, quieter now, his hot breath tickling your neck. "You wouldn't even know I was there until..."

You suck in a sharp breath of your own as you feel his teeth graze your throat, goosebumps erupting over every inch of skin.

"The bite."

He sinks his teeth in, the sharp sting of it jolting a gasp out of you that fades unexpectedly into a moan.

Holy fuck.

He didn't break skin, but you're sure he came close. He drags his tongue over the fading indents left in his wake, the heat of it sending a shiver up your spine.

"One bite is all it takes, and then I'm hooked. Instead of suckin' you dry, I keep you. My own sweet, demure little juice box."

"Eugh, you had me going until juice box," you say, but your trembling voice fails to convey the disinterest you intend.

You feel the shape of his grin against your neck as it widens.

"Your pulse disagrees. It's gone south."

"You're one to talk. Your cup feels awfully stiff," you say, grinding back against him for good measure. It satisfies you to hear him suck in a sharp little breath.

"Bedroom?" he murmurs, the word nearly lost in the kisses he's peppering along your still-stinging neck.

"Bedroom," you agree, giving a little yelp at how quickly he propels himself up into the air, flying more than he's walking.

Once Halloween rolls around, some remark that putting a little fake blood in the corners of Homelander's mouth doesn't constitute a costume, but you don't care.

You're plenty satisfied with your vampire boyfriend.

[misteria247]

really called smn a ho

SGSGSGSGSGSGDFSFSFSFSF ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? GOD DAMN DONATELLO HAMATO OVER HERE MURDERING HIS ENEMIES IN COLD BLOOD-

This gives me the vibes from that one vine that goes-

"I said whoever threw that paper, you're mom's a hoe."

[dittobtch]

I'd like to hear about leatin

ah yes my favourite topic:

leah, just a lonely girl living in a lonely world. a girl who falls in love with an older disgusting man only to get her heart broken later on.

then there's fatin: bold, gifted, and tired. so fucking tired of being held back by her busy schedule that she doesn't even want.

both of them fear love for different reasons. fatin thinks she's incapable of it and even if she was, all it brings is pain and heartbreak and she's had enough of that. besides, she doesn't have the time for anything like that: not romantic love nor platonic. familial love for fatin is... well... complicated...

leah on the other hand is familiar with the sting an intense, burning love leaves behind. she's suddenly left alone and has to deal with the consequences on her own. despite everything, all she wants is that toxic love back. to her, it's the only thing that can cure the emptiness she feels.

even on the island all she can think about is jeff. she gets into a literal fight with fatin over him (and fatin's "laziness" and lack of cooperation, but anyways).

then shit gets real. specifically, fatin goes missing. (cue the beginning of a beautiful, complex, sometimes toxic relationship).

only after Leah's confronted with the thought that holy shit someone could die - Fatin could die, does she finally burn his fuck ass book and metaphorically let him go (for now, anyways).

things are good for a bit, then they're bad. the ups and downs of the island. sometimes they get along, like when they think they're going to get rescued. other times they still have trouble getting along and that's okay too; they're learning and they're there for each other and that's all that matters.

well, they're there for each other until they're not. leah's mental health goes into a decline as season 2 begins. fatin tries to hold it together for the both of them, but she can't help but (homoerotically) argue with leah (for the second time) to defend her grieving friend.

eventually they make up because of course they do. afterall, fatin "was starting to like her" and knew that she could never really stop caring about leah.

in fact, the opposite starts happening. she cares about leah so much that she begins to look for the truth for leah. she devotes herself to the very thing that nearly drove leah insane. because she believes leah, for real this time.

and it's good but it's makes her feel so guilty because holy shit leah was right and fatin let her believe that she was insane. she unknowingly helped in gaslighting leah, but she can't give up now. she has to prove that leah was right; it's the only thing that can make up for it.

so, fatin attempts to pick up what leah left behind. fatin, who less than two months ago was unwillingly to help in building a simple shelter, puts in so much of her time and energy in figuring out the truth for leah. she'll let herself go insane the way leah did, do all the ethically questionable things, as long as leah doesn't have to do it anymore.

because fatin loves her:

and even though leah doesn't know fatin does all of this for her, leah loves her back:

(i could not for the life of me find a "the voices you love" gif, sorry)

ultimately, i love leatin because it's a story of these two complex teenagers who heal and break together. neither of them are fond of the idea of love when they meet, especially not with each other but together, they form a unique bond. their love doesn't fix each other but instead, they do things out of love for one another that helps them both.

they relearn how to love together. it's not perfect, but it works for them.

in the words of basically everyone left in this fandom: THEY COULD HAVE BEEN EVERYTHING but also they kind of already were everything and i don't think i'll ever get over it.

anyways if you liked this you should read my new fic too lmao

[gildedmuse]

Hey, I was just reading one of your FICS and suddenly I started to wonder about Zoro — or most strawhat — just jumping into the water whenever a devil fruit user falls into the sea, like because of Luffy the moment they hear the sound, their bodies just go into auto pilot.

Did Luffy — Robin, and Chopper— Pavlov them?

There's actually a scene in Zou where they're climbing up the elephant on the poorly drawn Ryunosuke; which of course means holding on tight since it's a poorly drawn dragon scaling a straight cliffside. But the second Luffy appears to fall off you see just how pissy Zoro gets, because Zoro knows, if he hears a splash he is going in that water. It doesn't matter how turbulent it is, how far the drop, how much an elephant might have just shit in it, he isn't even holding onto the dragon - his arms are folded over his chest this whole time - but you know the SECOND he hears that splash he's relaxing his thighs and taking a straight up dunk into that water.

I mean, just look at Zoro, Killer, Bepo, Rayleigh, Beckman. What do they all have in common? They have arms as thick as my thighs because these boys are use to dragging their captains up from the deepest depths (note: Rogers and Shanks might not have devil's fruits but that doesn't make them not fucking idiots. "There's a GODDAMN WHIRLPOOL and - you know what? I'll just drag his ass back to the shore myself, you guys just try and keep from dying while I'm gone.")

I believe that on your First Mate resume, one of the questions has to be, "how fast do you jump into the water after hearing a splash?" and if the answer isn't IMMEDIATELY you are OUT.

Can you imagine how fast I the water Heart! Zoro is. Don't worry, I did it for you. Instantaneous. Some part of first mates is just written differently in their DNA. It commands they save their captains from the sea.

[mroddmod]

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[ongreenergrasses]

I’m so curious on your reasons for reading Finnick as non white. Love the take, just curious what you pulled out of the text that cued you into it!

a couple things! so i think Ms. Suzanne Collins slides in pretty organic descriptions of how characters look. it’s a staple of YA, she has to and that’s fine, and i do think by and large she avoids a lot of the traps people can fall into when physically describing characters, however! she doesn’t describe the skin tones of all her characters, and the ones she does across four books are the not white ones. Finnick’s skin tone gets described, so that right away made me go hm. he’s not white. because I think she sees whiteness as default and something she doesn’t need to describe for the reader. and yes, sure, he could just be really tan, but!

i also think about the way he’s described vs the way Cashmere and Gloss are. Cashmere and Gloss are classically beautiful. Finnick is extraordinarily beautiful. and the fact that she did that in particular immediately makes me think okay, classically beautiful is beautiful in accordance with mainstream (white) beauty standards. if Finnick is extraordinarily beautiful, he’s falling outside of those standards somehow.

he’s also being trafficked really heavily. this is something I do want to treat delicately but we know that tributes from One play up their beauty, and i have to imagine the volunteers are getting selected for that district in part because of that beauty. if Finnick’s (by his own admission!) more popular in the Capitol than the victors from One are, i think that’s because in the Capitol’s eyes, he’s got something they do not, and it’s most likely because they’re really heavily fetishizing him, which yes, could happen to a white dude, but happens a lot to men of color. (there’s a lot of factors that could play into why he’s being trafficked but again. delicate. also not the point i’m currently making)

all that to say. she really stays away from anything beyond describing physical appearance, which i think is smart because thg is a future dystopia and our ideas of race and ethnicity probably wouldn’t apply to any of the characters, but based on the way Finnick is physically described and the way the Capitol reacts so strongly to him, i think he’s not white and as disgusting as it is they see him as exotic. and that is a large part of why he’s trafficked so heavily.

[mpreg-ask-blog]

Derpy losers

I also made (non-cannon) design ideas for the babies but idk if I should add them or not.

[clitoris-maximus]

can- can i request a Megatron x Rung 🥺?

this request helped me discover that i like drawing rung. A LOT. so thanks :3

(meg wrote him a love letter >_<)

also have a bonus doodle

[primal-con]

I’m blaming you for my inevitable Jazzwave brainrot just fyi

Yes!!! My evil plan is working >:DDD

Jazzwave be upon ye!

[seagull-scribbles]

Birthday gift for @kito-oh-kito

Sometimes, before you trudge through sewage to get home, your Bro will patch up all your wounds and tell you how “sick” you’re moves where tonight, and you won’t be able to make eye contact

[blindmagdalena]

Homie with an s/o who gets cuteness aggression towards him. She'll grab and squeeze his face really hard (not like it hurts him or anything) but he is very confused about what she's doing nonetheless

It happens without rhyme or reason.

One moment Homelander is sitting peacefully on the couch, and the next he can feel you shifting next to him, moving rapidly–at least by your human standards–and pouncing on him.

It's cute that you still think you can surprise him.

You grab his cheeks like they're made of putty, squishing his face together until his lips pucker and pop apart.

"Huh-llo?" He says, looking at you with a quirked brow, the words half muffled as you push and squeeze his face.

"You're just... so fucking cute," you tell him, voice low and laced with intensity. You knead his cheeks, giving his face a sharp little shake. "You think you can just sit here and be cute like this?"

"Evidently not," he says, the words a mushy mess from his pursed mouth. "Is this assault or affection? The signals are mixed."

"It's both," you say, leaning in to kiss his squished lips. "I'm so utterly in love with you, it spills all the way over into aggression."

He laughs. "Well, aren't you lucky that you can be as aggressive as you want with me," he says, cupping your face in turn to kiss you firmer, tugging you properly into his lap.

Not that it stops him from yelling his surprise when you suddenly bite his cheek.

You're a weird one, and he's fairly certain you were made for him.

[misteria247]

Since you're also a fan of Paz and Fidds bonding I'm suggesting to you my headcanon that Paz learned the violin while she was growing up and then switched to fiddling (same instrument, different genres) after the events of the show (and much prefers the fiddle). she and Fidds play banjo-fiddle duets sometimes.

YES, YES, YES-!! EMBRACING IT, ACCEPTING IT THIS IS LITERALLY THEM ANON YOU GALAXY BRAIN

[oddsel]

——— AKIRA KURUSU/REN AMAMIYA RENTRY GRAPHICS !

requested by anonymous . . .

——— NOTES !

boy why you so names /lh

[gildedmuse]

Fandom rookie here. Could you please walk me through your Zoro/Law and Zoro/Ace HCs? Love your humor btw!

Ahhh! A little fandom greenhorn! So cute!

You have asked the wrong person the wrong question, newbie.

ZoLaw:

Zoro is from the East, and while he isn't use to Winter Island Cold, he naturally runs hot. Law is from the North and while he HATES being stuck on Summer Islands on hot days, he naturally runs cool. They balance each other beautifully when they share a bed.

Up in the North Blue, it's considered weak to admit that you're cold. Weaknesses gets people killed in the North Blue, so having someone imply you need an extra blanket is a direct insult to a person's ability to keep themselves and their loved ones alive. So obviously Law would never need the extra heat.... But he MAY find himself scooting closer to Zoro-ya on the chillier nights.

The handle of a katana isn't the only thing Zoro can talk around.

...

(Cock. He can talk around a mouth full of cock. And Law LOVES it. Its the only time he can stand one of the Strawhats yapping on).

Look, Law is scientifically minded and likes to believe he is very rational (that's open to debate). He's seen Zoro-ya in the sea and knows he doesn't have a devil's fruit. But sometimes it feels like he does. SPECIFICALLY, one that somehow manages to undo every single one of Law's plans. Because the problem certainly isn't in Law! His plans are complex and perfect. But anytime he comes up for one about how to, say, ask Zoro-ya out it always somehow manages to go terribly wrong. It MUST be a devil's fruit ability.

The first time Zoro actually properly asks Torao out, he first bows to and addresses Kikoku. Since it's imperative he has the curse blades permission to touch his master (especially with all the touching Zoro has planned).

Law doesn't get jealous. That's petty and below him

Law has personally threatened at least three shichibukai and one very (also highly annoying) horny yonko. Not because he was jealous, they just need to step off and stop looking at HIS Zoro-ya that way.

If you ask the boys when they started dating, you get VASTLY different answers. Law would argue that while he'd of course taken notices of the other Supernova back on Saboady, the boy then disappeared for two years and besides Law had a lot of plans that he needed to focus on and execute perfectly. They didn't really see each other again until after Punk Hazard and of course Law was very distracted until after Doflamingo..... Then the horrors they saw on Zou, though, admitedly he may have found himself distracted by Zoro-ya once or twice even at the time.... You know, he would say it was Wano. It was Wano when he realized what an idiot the other boy was, and how he absolutely needed Law on the ground watching after him or he would do something amazingly stupid like... Like listening to Law's plan for instance! When Zoro-ya endangering his life was CLEARLY not what Law intended! Yes, that is when Law decided this boy simply couldn't be considered safe unless Law is there to watch after him..... Also, it's sometimes nice when Zoro-ya looks after him as well.... SOMETIMES.

Zoro would say "Did you see Torao cut that island in half?" And that is all he has to say on the subject of when they started dating.

Law has noticed that Zoro-ya doesn't seem to pay much attention to what he wears, just picks up what is nearest and easiest and throws it on. On an unrelated note, Law has been "accidentally" making sure to strip down right by their bed, and leaving his shirts right there. His shirts with his jolly roger.

Nico Robin had to use not just her ability but her most Teacherly voice in order to separate Luffy and Law when Zoro shows up with the Heart Jolly Roger on his shirt. Law's smirking about it (while Zoro remained utterly confused through the entire fight) didn't help.

Zoro is super weak to people playing with his ear. This goes double when it's Torao and his stupid, sexy hands. He already wants to squirm whenever he watches Torao do that stupid switch-switch thing, but once Torao starts to sit closer and, even while reading his fingers seem to find their way to Zoro's earrings..... Twirl twirl twirl, TUG. Its enough to break Zoro's brain.

Historically, Northern denizens tended to have shorter and much more dangerous lifes compared to the relatively safe and stable East Blue, leading to them having a much different view of things like romance and marriage. That's part of why tattoos are so popular among North Blue denizens. However short your inevitably short life is, a tattoo is permanent. You can't change your mind or take it back. It's a way of wearing your loyalty.

Right behind his ear, the same side as his piercings, Zoro has a small black heart tattoo. He got it on their way up to Wano.

Usopp still doesn't understand how Zoro got lost on a submarine. He didn't see him for a whole four days! What's so funny, Robin.....

I actually have a number of HCs for these two that basically boil down to "Each Island should have its own culture, and by extension, each Blue should have its own culture the way each state has its own culture but the USA also has its own general culture." This can range from things like what I mentioned above, about North Blue having historically shorter lives due to the harsher environment or being more technologically advanced. But I also had smaller things like Law kissing Zoro-ya on the nose, since up North that was how you showed affection to family or younger friends and acquaintances. I also went the entire opposite direction of "smaller" and invented an entirely Shinto derived religion that's customs and kami differed based on the Blue.

I even came up with particular weather that happen almost strictly up North (Ice Storms which are incredibly deadly at sea and Black Mist, a yet unexplained phenomena that seems to choke the life out of any one who gets caught outside) and then wrote up an entire "Old North" mythology that explains the two phenomena and why they often follow each other even though one happens strictly on land and the other typically at sea. I pretty much full on created a whole religion and mythology and wrote individual stories just so Law could have a whole culture that belonged to HIS blue. The myth in question involved a human falling for a siren, and just like actual myths I created multiple retellings and versions where the characterization changed depending on the message the storyteller was trying to express. But in most every version the Siren, Isa, had green hair (because of course the North associates green hair with fertility; oh that's another thing, I created a whole sex profession hierarchy for the North Blue with the one common feature among different types of sex workers being they typically dyed their hair green, like that was a way to physically depict that you were fertile and later that you were, you know, open to being fertilized) and regardless of how they are depicted they end up turning into the shards of an Ice Storm either because they accidentally take human captain's life, do so and then regret their hunger, or are told they have killed them and in turn kill themselves. Law was told the latter version as a child and so always felt bad for Isa, who didn't know they were eating the captain's life force but the crew could have just told him and he would have left and instead because he is "different" they think it's better if he simply destroys himself. It's a character Law can both identify with but also see aspects of Zoro in; both his physical appearance which I'm sure to Law he just pictures Zoro now, but also in his loyalty and honor which aren't as important values up North which instead values survival and strength.

As you can see if I presented an accurate list of my HCs for these two, it would be insane and make no Earthly sense. I just really enjoy world building, especially when that world building leads to two hot sword boys pining after one another.

Oh, did I mention the whole "green hair = sex worker" association and just how personally All Hearts Law takes that when applied to his Zoro-ya?

Yeah.....

ZoBurn FistRo PortZoro

ZoAce:

Upon meeting him during Alabaster, every single non Luffy Strawhat was - at least a little -totally into Ace. He just seemed so cool (and also hot.) He's like a sexy Luffy and the whole crew wanted some.

Zoro wanted it the most, bitches

[somethingsteff]

As I miss my little ones 🌸

Hi friend!! Nice to see you on Tumblr!! 💖

🌸 - Do you have any pets? If you do, post some pictures of them.

I WOULD LOVE TO.

Our orange boy is Theo, and our secret calico girl is Arya. 😻