"The human mind's a fickle thing. It has the power to create whole worlds, unperceivable and unknowable to all but itself. Even during the cold passage into the abyss, it works to comfort the waning soul embedded within it."
(lil experiment to mimic @deceased-bunny's artstyle :3)
For @sanusoweek || Day 2: Fairy Tale / WLW (pretend this was posted on time)
Relationship: Sanji/Usopp (F/F)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Recommend reading on Ao3 but the main ones are: Transphobia, gender dysphoria, child/domestic abuse, and violence (I swear this is happy too don't get tricked by my angst)
Chapters: 14/14
Summary:
‘I love you’, her mother always says. ‘My precious daughter. My angel.’
But her father’s words are still louder.
“It is the only thing he will never be able to obtain.” He turns around to approach her numb body, as she uses her last efforts to hold on to Pedro’s armor. Judge doesn’t smile, but he has all the fun in the world when he frowns with disgust at his son. Son. “A true love kiss.”
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Usopp smells like wild berries, daisies, and wood. Like ancient books, fire, and dirt. Like chemicals, poison, and deadly flowers. Like sunlight, wet grass, and thousands of thousands of songs Sanji hasn’t been able to hear. It is impossible to know what a song smells like, but she is quite sure they all have the scent of that music box Usopp made for her. She always brings gifts whenever she comes.
It makes the princess feel less trapped and more… It wouldn’t be more, since she isn’t even a bit free. But it makes her feel free.
Liberation, that’s what she smells like. Freedom.
Read on Ao3!!!
More of my works!
Check out @aimtodraw's fanart here!!! I loved it so so much and I had to hold myself back from screaming in the middle of work when I saw it--
Also @the-orion-inexpirience's art I asked them to draw quite obviously inspired by this fic!!!!!!! It inspired me so much to keep writing!!!
Let's just say that they commit a coup at the bar and are now on their run (⊙_◎)
Last dayyyyy!! I won't lie I didn't think my Louigan pieces would be that well received but thank y'all so much for the kind feedback ♥️ It assured me that I did these two justice and GOD can I also yell about everyone's fantastic work 😭???
Huge shot out to the forever amazing host @babsvibes who is one of the major causes for this fandom's incredible ship weeks and this whole Louigan craziness! Love you and everything you do
Context: After the alien invasion, the turtles and other people formed the resistance. A couple of years into it, a strange toddler yokai appears in the base, a little rat they names Nico and raised along with the others.
Nico was always close to the turtles, specially Michelangelo, whose he used to call “Master Mikey”. He has the natural power of telekinesis, and after too much begging, he starts to train his magic with Mikey, and his combat with Leo.
As he grows older, and people he cares about starts to die, Nico finds comfort in being with Mikey, like a father figure he never had, and Mikey thinks the same.
But when the resistance fails and they have no hope but to go back in time, Nico watches as the person he looks up the most sacrifices himself for the greater good.
(You can call him my version of casey jones? Yeah. Idc, I love my little rat)
gonna be honest the weirdest thing I barely think about is the amount of people this blog means something to them, like am I just a passing form of entertainment for? do you actually wait for me to post and are happy about it? did I impact your live in anyway shape or form? and so many other things that I will never know about
kinda odd when I realise that just some dumb fun for me could mean so much more to somebody else