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deathofacupid · 8 months ago

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hello!! can you please do one with mcu peter parker where reader survived a bad mass sh00ting, and they're somewhere in the city, someone pops fireworks and reader gets scared cuz it kinda resembles gunshots and peter comforts her? thanks 🫶

promise | peter parker

hi, darling! thanks for requesting, i hope i did it justice! (this took a little longer than anticipated to get out, sorry!)

summary: the pain of the past is a tricky thing, even more so when it's traumatic.

warnings: mass sh00ting, themes of vi0lence,mentions of bl00d, g#ns/g#nshots, panic attack, ptsd

pairing: comfort!peter parker x hurt!reader

word count: 2.3k+ words

the festival is big, it's bustling with life. happy couples, children, and families roam the area, food in hand, smiles on faces.

lights stream from booth-to-booth, which there are row and rows of. you're walking hand in hand with peter, giggling about something he said.

after a long couple weeks, this is exactly what the two of you need. alone time (well, not really alone). just something to bring spirits up.

you pass by another couple, where a girl is holding the cutest teddy-bear. it's a soft beige, with darker laced bow around it's neck. he sees you eyeing it, grin on his face.

peter is thinking exactly this; "i'm winning that for her."

he drop your hand, to which you complain, and strides up to the couple. "hey, man. what booth did you get that from?"

the man looks up at peter, smile on his face, "all the way in the back, it's red, last row, i think."

peter nods, thanking the guy. he walks back over to you, grabbing your hand again. by the look on your face, he can tell you didn't hear.

he kisses your cheek, then pecks your lips. "wanna come find out?"

you nod like it's obvious, but peter likes teasing.

he's always liked teasing you- no, loved. he fell in love with the way your cheeks turned pink when he did so, all that power in his hands. somewhere along the line, he fell in love with you too.

if someone were to ask him when, he wouldn't know. he's always had that feeling for you, since the day you met. it just got stronger as time went on.

peter pulls you to the back of the large park where the festival is set up, all the way to the back. "peter!" you laugh, "slow down!"

you bump into many people along the way, apologizing to each one. but after a while, you give up.

he takes you to where the guy said it would be, and sure enough, there's a red booth, a row of teddy-bears in the prize cabinet. "i," peter declared to you, "am winning you that."

you squeal; you've got no doubt he can. "really?"

"yep."

you're already thinking of where to put it. the nightstand by your bed would look nice, or maybe the bookshelf. finally, you decide you'll keep it in bed with you.

peter steps up to the booth, and it's one of those ping-pong-in-the-cup ones. his spidey senses won't even make him break a sweat. he pays and the lady gives him three small balls. he weighs them in his hand, calculating how much force he'll need to use.

you're clearing excited, making him equally giddy. "ready, baby?" he asks, stealing a kiss for good luck.

"yeah!" you exclaim, with a clap of your hands.

peter glances at the cups, then back at the balls. he squints, aims, and makes the shot.

that's one.

"go, peter!" you cheer.

aims, and then makes the shot. it's almost too easy.

that's two.

he makes the shot.

that's three.

it's over so quickly, that the lady is suprised. nevertheless, she takes the bear out of the cabinet and hands it to peter, who in turn, hands it to you.

"aww!" you gush, "it's so cute!" throwing your arms arounf him, "thanks, petey," you nuzzle your nose to his.

"anything for my angel."

you kiss him, and hold the bear close to you. there's a small group of patio chairs and tables, and for the most part, it's empty. "can we sit down for a bit?" you asked, and then smiling, "not everyone has spider-man stamina."

he laughs, and you're sure it's the prettiest noise you've ever heard. you and peter move over there, and he pulls of your chair. "god," you half-swoon, "may really did raise you right."

"didn't she? i'm so charming. and chivalrous. and-"

"good in bed," you say, it's off-handedly, he can't help but blush. met by his silence, you over at him from across the table. "oh, sorry. i though we were listing things. you can't forget the most important one, can you?"

peter rolls his eyes, still flustered, "so you wouldn't be with me if it weren't for that?"

"hmm," you joke, drawing this out. it's fun, it's a distraction; you love it, and you love him. "well, it's cool you know tony stark."

"then go date him," peter says, playing along.

"maybe i will," you pull the bear to your chest.

peter makes a face, kicking you gently from under the table. "he's, like, 50!"

"well, maybe i like that. he can be my sugar-"

"okay, yeah, we're done. no- we're done."

"you sound jealousss..."

"no, i'm throughly concerned. mr. starks' about 30 years older than you!"

you sigh, "what about captain america?"

"that's worse! wait, you know he's a hundred-something, right?"

"even better. and he doesn't even look it."

"y/n. no."

"fine, fine- oh, wait! have you seen bucky? god, i just want him to bend me-"

"i don't wanna hear the rest of that sentence."

"i suppose i'll settle for spider-man," you say. "too bad he's not super-old and rich."

he kicks you again, and you giggle, falling into silence. you're having something of a staring contest with him, but you lost ages ago. your eyes trace his facial feature, and he's so pretty. you open your mouth-

"you're so pretty," peter says, leaning against his hand.

"aw. you stole my compliment. i was gonna tell you that."

"well, y'know, you still can."

"okay. you're more prettier."

"seriously? 'more prettier?' aren't you literally majoring in creative writing?"

"it's my off-day. now take the compliment."

"thank you. but you're the prettiest."

"you're max pretty times infinity. so... take that."

"and that's why you aren't a math major."

"boo-hoo. i win."

he sighs, long and exaggerated, "i can't argue with the basic, ever-true fundamentals of math."

"no, you can't."

you bicker back and forth, before you know it, it's gotten dark. peter scoots his chair next to you, arm slung around you. "isn't it nice?"

"what?" you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

"spending some nice time together."

"oh. yeah. it is. it's been some time since we've had this much fun."

"mm. after this, do you-"

and it's so quick and unprecedented, you don't even notice it. it's a short pop, and instantly you've broken into a cool sweat.

because, god, it sounds so much like-

there's screaming. so much of it. it's never-ending, buring into your ears. it's everywhere, coming from everyone, and now it just sounds like a one big siren-y noise.

it feels like you're back there in a blink, feet glued to one spot as people run away.

"pe-peter," you choke, "you said- you said there wouldn't be fireworks!"

he looked around, almost frantic. "no, hey, breathe. the website said there wouldn't, and i double checked with the staff. it might be some kids-" he thinks that was the only one, but just a second later, loud pops and crackles go off - a whole series of them.

peter figures that it's some stupid teenagers down by the dock, which isn't far from here, but that's not his main priority right now.

his main priority is you.

you tune it out, the rest of his sentence because suddenly, it's not fireworks anymore.

you can see the bodies from where you're standing, darky, inky, red liquid spilling. they aren't bodies, not really, but lumps of clothing, a corpse inside.

you think you might be sick, but you can't feel anything.

or maybe you're feeling everything, but it's too much, so it doesn't feel like anything.

peter's holding you tight, you're aware of that, but you can't breathe. it's like your stomach twists itself into knots, like a rubberband being stretched and pulled.

your hands are clammy, your heart rate is speeding up, and your breath is getting shallow. you feel like you're going to burst.

honestly, it's not a great sensation. it's sickening.

you want to focus on what peter's saying to you - something along the lines of breathe - but you can't. you're sucked up into the past. but it doesn't feel like the past. it feels like the present.

someone knocks into you, and you fall onto your shoulder. you're wearing a sleeveless shirt, and your shoulder is rubbed up against the hard granite of the ground. you can faintly feel the blood that's there. though, you can't get it out of your mind that it's nothing like the body just 50 feet away.

you should move, probably, get up.

you can't.

you're frozen, all but for you're trembling breath, just as you were then.

peter grabs your chin, making you look at him. "y/n - can -" it's choppy, not enough to ground you.

and just like that he's gone again.

you never looked at any news reports, but you're sure that there were hundreds killed.

why weren't you one of them? it wasn't that you wanted to die that day, but it didn't seem fair.

children, parents, significant others, grandparents, babies...

they told you that you were lucky.

you don't feel lucky.

he squeezes your shoulders, "hey, hey, can you tell me three things you hear?"

you knows he's trying to help, but you want him to shut up. he seems to know this, but presses on, "three things you hear, angel,"

you're hyperventilating, "music," you choke out, it's the cheesy tunes, "the- the-" you're trying to think, "laughing, there's laughing. i h-i hear you."

"brave darling," he says, "can you do another on for me? two things you smell?"

"um," is it working? you can't tell. "food- food?"

"that's right," peter coos. "one more."

"your cologne."

"last thing, last one, lovie. one thing you taste."

"blood." it's short, you bite it out.

wait- blood?

"blood?" peter asks. he's concerned.

you swipe your tongue over your teeth, there's that distinct metallic taste. you bit your tongue, and you didn't even realize how hard.

he gently grabs your jaw, "no- hey, don't do that, my love."

you press your tougue against the roof of your mouth, trying to will the blood away.

peter wipes away a hot tear you didn't even know was there, "my love, breathe. you're safe, you're okay."

you bury your face into his chest, clutching his shirt. your hands are sweaty, but your lungs are doing there job better.

your breathing slows, and you're left sobbing. he tells you that it's okay, he tells you that you're safe. you know that in spider-man's arms you are, but it doesn't slow the cries.

his heart aches, seeing you like this. you've been getting help, but the hurt doesn't go away all at once.

peter knows this better than most.

he also knows that sometimes there isn't anything anyone can do to help (even though this is all he wants to do).

all he can do is sit there and hold you, let you know you'll be okay.

your crying stops, leaving you with hiccups. you're beyond glad that there isn't really anyone here, expect for an eldery pair. out of the corner of your eye, you can see they're concerned.

you feel like you can sense the dried blood on your shoulder, and you want nothing more than to scratch it away. you feel so filthy.

on impluse, you pull away from peter slightly, brushing that shoulder off. you can see the scar that it left, making you want to throw up. there's a patch of warm saliva that coats your toungue, and you can feel the burn in your throat, but barfing in public is the last thing you want to do, so you swallow it, gagging.

your head hurts, and suddenly, the festival isn't fun.

"oh, pretty girl, i'm so sorry," your tucked back into the safety of his hold, silent. "'s some dumb kids. i promise you, i had-"

"i know," you sniff. you're tried, exhausted.

"do you wanna go home?"

he reads you well, you think.

in response, you nod meekly. "okay, honey, we can go home. do you want a second?"

you shake your head; you wanna get outta here.

he helps you up, arm wrapped around your waist.

his main priority is to get you home, where you'll be content tangled in sheets. it's a quiet ride home, his hand is on your thigh, you're holding on tight.

you're asleep by the time he gets home, so he gently scoops you up, making his way inside.

peter sets you on the bed, going to the bathroom to get makeup wipes. he's sure you don't want to sleep in that.

it's the cool wipe that wakes you up, your eyelids fluttering open.

"petey?"

"hm? you're okay. we're home. 'm taking off your makeup." he pulls one of his shirts out from his drawer, moving back over to you.

"help me take this off?" he askes, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

you comply, and he takes it off, replacing it with one of his. you shimmy out of your shorts, and he tosses them somewhere, along with his own shirt. he quickly changes into something comfier, sliding into bed with you.

"feeling better?"

"yeah. i'm sorry- i-"

"don't you dare apologize," peter lightly scolds you, there's a soft type of stern in his voice.

you let your mouth fall shit, you aren't winning this. instead, you tuck yourself into his side, shielded from all your pain. when your so close to peter, all you can focus on is his scent, his love, leaving no room for everything else.

you sigh into his touch, and he holds you softly. "do you feel better?"

you're quiet, you don't have to put up a wall with him, because it's easy around peter. "yeah," you reply after a moment. "i feel better. 'm just tired now."

"okay," peter kisses your forehead, "then we can go to sleep, pretty girl."

to you it's a simple thing to say, it's sensible. to him? no.

to peter, it's a promise.

it's a promise that he'll always be by your side, that he's gonna be here to work it out, to put a smile on your face.

yeah, it's a promise.

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strwbmei · 8 months ago

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Matchup Event

Matchup for: @schendsal

Matchups: Yukong, Bronya, Eula

Contains: fluff, smut, male reader, breeding (Yukong), creampie mentions (Yukong), mentions of lactation (Yukong), breast play (Yukong and Bronya), marking (Bronya), semi-public sex (Eula), implied masturbation (Eula), blowjob (Eula)

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Honestly, it was Yukong's part that took the longest because there was a bunch of stuff I had to confirm with the lore and then I ended up changing most of it by the time I was almost finished. Hope you like it, though!

Ask:

Congratulations on reaching 1,000 followers, I hope you continue to grow more and more!

Personality-wise I tend to be an ambivert.

Around close friends I'm the one in the group who's always cracking jokes or saying the most mind-numbingly stupid things. I do this to make them laugh and keep their spirits high, since I know that life can be pretty stressful for everyone. If that stress gets to be too much, then I'm happy to hear out their troubles and lend them a shoulder for support. I might not be able to solve their problems, but I want to be a source of strength for them at the least.

Outside my friend group I become a lot more closed off. Instead of goofing off, I'm told I become diligent and considerate of others. I like to make sure school assignments are completed ahead of time so my group can review it and help other groups if they become stuck. Though I usually end up as the group lead, I don't like to lead by force. Instead I prefer to let my team play to their strengths, and I'll make up the weaknesses as we go along. A happy team is a good team after all!

This doesn't mean I'm not without my flaws. I can be really immature at times, and I get depressed if I feel like I'm holding others back or can't perform at the high standard I set for myself. When this happens I usually close myself off from others and listen to music until I feel better. I can get competitive when it comes to things I'm passionate about, but not to the point of lashing out at others.

In terms of hobbies I have a few outside of games. I like reading, cooking for others, listening to music, and cheesy romance novels. I sketch a bit too, but I'm not very good at it, haha. I'm the type to take a lot of interest in my partners hobbies, and I'd probably bug them a bunch about it.

For the ask, I'd like a mix of SFW and NSFW with whomever I'm paired with. Sadly the only fandoms I'm familiar with are Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin Impact. Grinding for those two eats up most of my spare time, so I haven't gotten to try the others. The scenario could be a festival date or comforting one another after a long day of work. But if inspiration strikes you, feel free to write what you please!

I'm a heterosexual dominant, so I suppose I wouldn't want to be paired up with any of the men. (Fine as they may be). Intimacy for me is more about the connection than being extreme with it, and I take pride in providing my partner with pleasure. For my own tastes, I am into breeding, sleepy sex, semi-public sex, oral (giving & receiving), and breast play.

Yukong

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ No one would've guessed that you two were in a relationship, especially with how you two act in the workplace. In fact, everyone thought Yukong disliked you due to the high standard she always held you to when that was only because she knew she could count on you.

: ̗̀➛ That said, your relationship wasn't a secret. Yukong wasn't exactly the type to be all clingy and affectionate in public, much less while on the job, so everyone dismissed it as a joke whenever you called her your wife. They just thought you were one of those guys who liked getting treated harshly. Safe to say they were floored when they saw Yukong giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading into the building.

: ̗̀➛ She may have been an ace pilot who could calmly conquer the battlefield in any situation, but she couldn't help but feel nervous introducing you to Qingni. Yukong was extremely relieved that the two of you got along. Though, much to her detriment, you bonded over pulling silly pranks on her when she least expected them.

: ̗̀➛ Domestic life with Yukong couldn't be any better. She's responsible for her share of chores and helps you out whenever she can. Both her and Qingni are also a joy to cook for because you can easily see the way their eyes light up once they take the first bite.

: ̗̀➛ Once a month, without fail, the three of you clear your schedule to have a picnic trip together. Most of the time, you're the one who cooks all of the food while Yukong is the one who sets everything up. Once you're done eating, the three of you often opt to fly kites or catch up with each other. Both activities give Yukong a lot of comfort.

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with her feels like home. In a future full of uncertainties and doubt, you find respite within each other. You might have disagreements every now and then, but they only make your bond and trust in the other person even stronger.

"Dear, could you pass me the salt, please?"

"Mm. Here you go."

"..."

"..." It's been a little bit longer than an hour since you first got home. You and Yukong didn't fight or anything, but the awkwardness is killing you. It's obvious that both of you have had a tiring day, even more so than usual.

The dining room is filled with soft, yet sharp sounds of tableware, and you're the first to actually try to break this uncomfortable silence. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Yukong." She nods and sighs. "I know, it's just... I've never been good with words."

Annnnnd it's back to that same soundlessness again. Not another word from either of you until you're in bed together. "I apologize for always treating you so harshly at work." She suddenly speaks up, turning to face you.

"It's nothing personal. Besides, I wouldn't want to get special treatment just because I'm your partner. What brought this on?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing in particular. I've just been really stressed with work lately, and I don't wish to cause any for you."

"Not at all. I know you only do that because you trust me." You smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

"Because you're one of the few I can depend on. You're always doing your best, and I'm proud of you for it."

"Yeah. Thank you, Yukong."

"I just want you to know that you can depend on me too. You don't have to shoulder everything on your own."

"..."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Breeding. Breeding. Breeding. It's quite literally all that's on her mind whenever the two of you make love. You could say that it's because of her genes or heat cycles, but Yukong can't deny that she's always wanted to have little pups to care for.

: ̗̀➛ She doesn't even care if she cums as long as you promise to stuff her full by the end of it. Of course, you'd never be so cruel, but it just goes to show how she'll gladly do anything to get you to breed her thoroughly.

: ̗̀➛ To Yukong, it doesn't matter whether she's on top or bottom. While she'd be grateful if you did most of the work, she's also perfectly willing to put in effort to get what she wants. Whether it be in her career or in bed, it's a whole different feeling of satisfaction to get what you've worked so hard for.

: ̗̀➛ Yukong isn't very vocal in bed, but that doesn't mean she isn't feeling good. It's quite the opposite, actually. You know you've got her good when she's biting her lip, nails digging into whatever part of you she can reach as her cunt clamps down hard on you.

: ̗̀➛ Despite never actually have given birth before, Yukong has the ability to lactate. You don't even have to play with her breasts to get her to— she'll lactate a good bit just from having an orgasm. Playing with her nipples certainly helps, though.

: ̗̀➛ Call her vanilla, but Yukong dislikes using toys in bed. She thinks they're a waste of time and prefers to get straight into the action. She won't mind using them on you if you want her to, but when it comes to herself, she'd much rather you pound her silly instead of wasting your energy on vibrators and the like.

You're in the kitchen, on your way to start making breakfast. You woke up early, and what better use of your time to make Yukong a nice meal? Currently, she's in your shared room, getting some much needed rest.

Or so you thought until you saw her standing by the doorframe wearing nothing but one of your dress shirts. "Good morning, Yukong. What do you think of pancakes for breakfast?" You smile at her, on your way to grab your apron.

You're quickly stopped in your tracks when Yukong suddenly stumbles, almost falling to the ground. "Yukong! Are you alright?" She shakes her head. "My love... I need your help."

You're worried and confused for a moment before you look down to see her thighs sticky with her fluids.

Oh.

You gulp. "I understand. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Your hands make their way to the buttons of her shirt, and you're able to feel just how hot her body is beneath it. Even more so than during her usual heat cycles.

You leave kisses along her neck, collarbones, and her now exposed chest, but it seems Yukong doesn't want that. Her mind is hazy, and her lust for you only worsens by the second.

She takes your hand, guiding it to her dripping cunt,and you can feel just how much she needs you. Yukong looks at you with dazed eyes, "There's no need for you to be such a gentleman. I'm... really not in the mood for teasing right now."

Bronya

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Bronya loved being the Supreme Guardian. Truly, she did—but loving something doesn't mean she's always happy to do it. She was glad to help her people and take on their burdens, but the dark circles under her eyes spoke for themselves as did her obvious fatigue.

: ̗̀➛ Every day felt like an endless cycle of document after document until you came into her life. Everybody else felt it wasn't their place to try to assist Bronya with her duties, and you were the only one who made an effort to help.

: ̗̀➛ Seeing the cup of coffee on her desk with a small note always gives Bronya the strength she needs to push through the day because she immediately knows who it's from. The coffee is made just how she likes it, at just the right temperature. It's a secret that she won't tell even you, but she keeps all of those post-its you leave in a drawer and looks through them whenever she misses you.

: ̗̀➛ Even with a busy lifestyle, she tries to make as much time for you as she can and comes home into your arms as early as possible. Sure, fancy dates might not always be feasible, but can it really get better than cuddling with each other as you fall asleep?

: ̗̀➛ She doesn't want to reveal your relationship to the public until you're married, but everyone can clearly see that the two of you have something going on. The way she smiles when she's with you is completely different.

: ̗̀➛ Overall, they're just glad that their Supreme Guardian isn't overworking herself as much. Everyone tells her to rest, but you're the only one that she isn't as stubborn with.

Cocolia Rand, her mother. Cocolia Rand, the Supreme Guardian.

Since when did the line start to blur? Perhaps such a "line" did not exist in the first place. Perhaps she deliberately chose to ignore the undeniable signs of impending catastrophe. And yet, what did that lead to?

It's already been a year, but her nightmares repeat like clockwork all the same. Just when she thinks she's come to accept what happened, memories much too vivid come back to haunt her.

Bronya jolts awake in a cold sweat. She tries to draw breath, but air fails to enter her lungs. It feels as if they've closed themselves; as if this were punishment for her ignorance.

"Bronya... Bronya!" You call out to her. Seeing you has eased the aching in her heart ever so slightly, and finally, she can breathe.

Bronya hadn't shed a single tear since that day; she vowed to herself and to her mother that she wouldn't. Yet, without realizing it, a stream of them makes their way down her cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me so suddenly..." Bronya sniffles, wiping her tears. You pull her into a tight hug, and she gladly takes the opportunity to hide her face in your neck. She doesn't want you to see her like this.

"It's okay. It'll all be alright. I'm here for you."

Just like that, something inside of Bronya shatters. All of the anger and sadness she's felt for so long, all at once. She bursts into tears and sobs into your shirt. "You've been so brave, haven't you?"

Almost an hour passes as you comfort her, and she finally starts to calm down. She pulls away, looking up at you with puffy, tear-stained eyes. "There's nothing left. I've lost everything." You muster up the warmest smile you can manage and bring a hand up to caress her cheek. "You're wrong, Bronya. There is still something left." "A chance to take everything back."

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Bronya is the most submissive person to walk this universe EVER. The human embodiment of the phrase "you tell me to jump, I ask how high." She'll do whatever you want as soon as you say the word because making you feel good makes her feel good.

: ̗̀➛ Considering the type of person you are, sex with Bronya is almost like a competition of pleasuring the other person more. She's very good at turning you on, but she's way too tired to do much most of the time. Bronya still tries, of course, but you always end up winning this little "competition" of yours.

: ̗̀➛ She's such a big baby in a way that just makes you want to spoil her rotten. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, you name it— she'll cling onto you every chance she gets. The sweet thing just has to touch you, and you could never bring yourself to deny her.

: ̗̀➛ Her moans are so pretty, too! They're drawn-out and breathy, growing louder as she nears her orgasm. She tries not to be too loud, but it just feels too good sometimes. One side of you wants to make her scream your name loud enough for everyone else to hear, while the other wants to keep her cute sounds all to yourself.

: ̗̀➛ Scratches a lot, but the marks aren't too deep thanks to her nails always being perfectly filed. She doesn't leave hickeys (much) as she's more of the type to leave soft, quick kisses wherever she can reach. Bronya can't help feeling guilty seeing the red lines she made on your back, though. There are many other ways she can mark you as hers, after all. She doesn't want to hurt you.

"My love..." Bronya sighs dreamily, feeling your hands trail up her body. Your warmth provided her comfort to get through the night, and truly, that was the only thing she sought from you before all of this began.

A kiss. That was all it took for lust to plant itself in your hearts.

She tilted her head, and you gladly took the chance to leave soft kisses along her neck. Your fingers traced her body; down to her her hips, back up to her breasts, and finally, they found themselves playing with her nipples.

"Mmh..." Bronya groaned, leaning into your touch. You hum in response, rolling the buds on your fingers. "Beautiful girl." A soft, yet sudden pinch makes her gasp and arch her back. "Love you so much..."

Your warmth was no longer enough. Bronya wanted more; wanted you. You made her feel like the greediest woman in Belobog, and for some reason, she loved it. "Please, I want you."

Halting your movements, you gently flip her over so that you're on top of her. You take the hand covering her mouth and kiss the inside of her wrist. "Then, you will have me. I'm all yours."

Is lust just another fragment of love or an impurity that taints it? Is Bronya your adored muse, or your most beloved sin?

Eula

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Honestly, the two of you didn't quite get along at first. She wasn't outright uncooperative when the two of you went on missions, but you could feel how strangely distant she was being for seemingly no reason. You only broke the ice once you invited her to a drink to celebrate finishing a particularly difficult mission together.

: ̗̀➛ She's never had someone willingly accompany her, much less invite her to a bar, so she ended up talking your ear off as she vented her frustrations about the discrimination she faced just for her last name. While her family has done some messed up stuff, that isn't necessarily her fault. She's just a normal girl.

: ̗̀➛ No one could've expected it, but the first thing you discovered you had in common with the infamous Spindrift Knight was your love for cheesy romance novels. How you found out? You were both drunk. You started reciting the cringiest dialogue you could remember from them, and Eula continued the lines after you.

: ̗̀➛ Even though you first got to really know her while drinking with her, Eula only really shows her true self once she's alone with you. She's the gentlest, kindest, most compassionate woman you've ever met. You wonder if the rest of Mondstadt were blind to not see Eula beyond her being a Lawrence, but really, she's only this vulnerable when she's with you.

: ̗̀➛ Marriage in particular is one of her biggest fantasies. There's just something really romantic to her about being so... deeply connected to each other. Eula always thought it'd be impossible for someone like her, yet, here you are. You accept her and all her flaws with open arms. She's so used to blazing flames to the point that your gentle warmth feels so alien. It's not a feeling she's used to, but that doesn't mean that she won't cherish it.

: ̗̀➛ Speaking of marriage, Eula would prefer to take your last name. She's not running away from her family's actions; much less is she trying to clear their name. Eula knows that what they've done is unforgivable. A name is what makes up a good part of your identity. It's what people will remember you as and it's who you are to them. Bearing your last name makes her feel like she's taking a part of you with her wherever she goes no matter how much time passes, and that gives her indescribable comfort.

Eula never liked the Windblume festival. No, Eula hated the Windblume festival.

Why wouldn't she? Everything was so noisy. Even during the day, taverns were filled with drunks merrily getting wasted. There were fewer commissioners, which left more work for her to do.

It didn't help that the Windblume Festival also symbolized the downfall of the Lawrence clan.

Festivity filled Mondstadt's winds, and any form of participation from her earned nothing but more scorn from the townspeople she works so hard to protect.

Although Eula had you this time around, she didn't want to keep you from enjoying the festival just because she couldn't participate.

Alas, she forgot to consider one thing: It's you who knows her best. You know that she wants to celebrate just like everybody else. So if she can't go to the festival, why not bring the festival to her instead?

Maybe you can't exactly replicate the festive atmosphere and the little games, but that wasn't going to stop you. The essence of the Windblume Festival doesn't lie in high-quality wine and fancy ceremonies, but in showing your loved ones that you care.

Eula had her suspicions when you suddenly took her on a date saying you "knew a spot," but she didn't expect to see a secluded place in the forest filled to the brim with dandelions.

"So? What do you think?" You smile at her, pride filling you once you see how awestruck she is. It's not often she's so surprised. "It's... beautiful." Eula replies. The softness of her voice as she says this is one she shows only to you.

After a moment passes, you take a deep breath. "You're everything to me," you pick a dandelion, presenting it to her with a confident smile on your face. "more precious than the very air I breathe..."

It's her favorite line from her favorite novel. To other people, it might not make sense, but she remembers it vividly and she's glad that you do, too. She can't help but chuckle as she takes the flower from your hand.

"Or the chocolates I love." She continues. Honestly, it sounds more cheesy rather than romantic in real life, but she can't stop herself from smiling like an idiot. After all, she always viewed those books as nothing more than a mere fantasy.

"You'll always be my treasure."

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: ̗̀➛ Great would be an understatement to describe your sex life with Eula. She's flexible, has seemingly endless stamina, and her hips work wonders. Not to mention she has the most attractive body you've seen and an even more attractive face to go along with it.

: ̗̀➛ Eula is neither dominant nor submissive. She does things her own way, based on whatever she feels like doing at a given moment. If Eula wants to ride you, she'll ride you. If she wants to give you head, she'll give you head and vice versa. Eula is just focused on making the both of you feel good.

: ̗̀➛ She's fine with mostly anything as long as she can see your face during sex. If not that, then at least to feel your hands somewhere on her. Eula might not look like the type, but she's inexperienced with all of this and she just needs to see that you're the one making her feel so good.

: ̗̀➛ Eula denies it, but she loves the risk of semi-public sex. It gets her heartbeat rising and adrenaline pumping. Everything about it from having to keep quiet to the chance of being caught in such an explicit act turns her on.

: ̗̀➛ She's surprisingly shy in bed though, especially during your first time. She becomes all cute and focused, trying her best not to mess anything up. Eula becomes more daring and bold as time passes, but hearing reassurance and praise from you is always appreciated.

: ̗̀➛ Riding you is her favorite thing to do. The position you're in gives both of you just the right amount of control. She doesn't have to move much for it to feel good either, just feeling your cock grind against her walls has her biting her moans back.

"I understand that I'm attractive, but do you always have to be so... easily roused?" Eula looks up at you, a shade of pink spotting her cheeks and eyes full of annoyance.

Okay, maybe this was partly her fault since she's been putting herself in provocative positions in front of you, but she only expected a bit of fun once you got home.

She certainly wasn't expecting to suck you off in a random alleyway where you could easily be caught.

"Eula, you really don't have to..." You sigh. Admittedly, this whole situation was really turning you on, but you didn't want to force her into doing anything she didn't want to do nonetheless.

"You really think I'd let you walk home with such an obvious boner?" She glares. She did have a point— ignoring it would just bring both of you embarrassment. "Just... make sure to finish quickly. This place reeks..."

Nimble hands work to quickly undo your pants and free your aching cock. Eula would much rather take her time in the comforts of your home, but the situation just doesn't allow for that.

Not even a second later, you can feel her lips wrapped around the tip, working its way down your length eagerly. Every inch that isn't in her mouth is being carefully handled by her hands.

It takes all of your strength to keep quiet as she moves her tongue exactly how you like it. "Fuck... Eula..." You groan. When you start softly tugging at her hair and bucking your hips, she knows you're near your orgasm.

What really brought you over the edge was the sight of Eula grinding on her own hand as she sucked you off. Warm cum fills her mouth, and she swallows all of it. "Geez, you're gonna make a mess..." She complains.

Seeing the wet patch on her shorts, you know that you'll have to finish what you started.

#strwb event #strwb smut #strwb fluff #honkai star rail #hsr #genshin impact #x reader #smut #fluff #eula #eula lawrence #genshin eula #yukong #yukong hsr #bronya #bronya rand #bronya hsr

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tanith-rhea · 2 years ago

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hii, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do some fake dating for either Larissa, Miranda or Lucifer and female reader? :D You know the one where for some reason they decide it's good to pretend they're dating, but oh nooo they accidentally fall in love for real? 😱😏

Only Pretending

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for the request! I'm afraid it turned out bigger than I expected, I don't know what you envisioned but this will definitely be a multiple chapter one... Sorry!!!

Word count: 3k

"That's all for today, guys. I won't give you homework, so enjoy the break and prepare for the quiz when we get back. Remember, the winning team gets a homework-free week!" you waved the excited teenagers out of class. It was the last period of the day and autumn break was officially started. Many wished you good rest and some a fun Halloween, but there were always the ones who bolted right after you said they could.

However, some stayed behind, too entertained gossiping to pay attention at the hour or — which was the apparent case — complaining about their mother coming to get them for "Family Halloween Traditions". Wednesday and Enid were still sitting at their shared desk, Enid trying to convince her roommate that "it" could be fun if she let herself enjoy the festive spirit and Wednesday complaining she would only have fun when Enid arrived.

You thought they were the cutest pair. So different and at the same time sparking out the most unexpectedly similar sides of each other; Wednesday encouraged Enid's feistier side through bickering and teasing and Enid made Wednesday smile begrudgingly with her cuteness.

"I think it'll be less horrendous than it's been before at least," Wednesday conceded, "Some different faces of people I actually don't loathe being around."

"Exactly, honey bun!" Enid chirped, getting up from their class and offering her arm for Wednesday to take, "I'll arrive early to rescue you from your mom and I'm sure Principal Weems will bicker with her enough to make you smile."

Wait, Larissa would visit the Addams? For Halloween? You could swear she barely tolerated Wednesday's mother from what you've heard of their history at Nevermore. Morticia seemed all right to you and according to other teachers and old acquaintances, quite fun to be around, but the poorly concealed disdain that overtook your boss' face every time the woman was mentioned fostered a small uneasiness and dislike to grow on you towards Wednesday's (un)beloved mother.

"Hello, girls!" you approached the pair with the pile of essays you had to grade and everything you needed to not return to class for the entire week in your hands, "Everything all right? Do you have any questions?"

"No, Professor! No worries," Enid hushes to say, and Wednesday got up as well, linking her arm to Enid's, "We were just about to go. Happy Halloween!"

You were about to wish them happy Halloween as well when Wednesday cut in, "Do you have plans for Halloween, professor?"

Curious of her to ask. You liked to think you had a good teacher-student relationship, but the girl rarely seemed to care for pleasantries or chit-chat for that matter.

"Actually, I'll just stay at the academy and rest a bit. I love teaching you guys but if dealing with ordinary teenagers is already taxing, teaching extraordinary ones is a whole other level." It was true, the amount of trouble your last students could get into was only exponentiated when added to the supernatural abilities students at Nevermore possessed. It was also much more entertaining. Yes, you had to keep them safe and punish troublemakers accordingly, but you loved the thrill to discover just what mischief they had got up to again. The best one so far was when a vampire kid turned into a mist to sneak out at night and changed into their solid state while floating atop the lake.

“Mother is hosting a Halloween party. I believe she’ll only pester Principal Weems to go but you are invited,” she said in her trademark monotone. Why you didn’t entirely know.

“I think that would be a matter for your mother to decide, dear. Although I am honoured you’d like my presence, I don’t think I can simply show unexpectedly.”

“The more sane, competent women there the direr it will be for mother, I only figured you could help me avenge the inconvenience of her smothering motherly love.”

Wednesday was quite the interesting girl. You thought it did make sense she’d want some friends around to endure the celebration, and while you understood and quite shared her respect and admiration for the principal, you were touched to find she regarded you similarly.

“If I cross paths with your mother, I’ll be sure to ask her, can we leave it at that?” at the youngling’s curt nod, you saw the pair leave the room and followed behind, closing the door when you left.

You took three or four steps before listening to the click of very well-known heels. Your shoulders sank and you quickly prayed to any god that might be listening for patience.

“Hello, there, beautiful lady!” Razvan, the vampire transformation teacher stalked at you to accompany your steps.

“Good evening, teacher,” your voice was calculatedly calm. You learned your lesson on being nice to overly adorable and excitable kittens as well as their human-like form.

“I was hoping to catch you alone to ask about that coffee date I suggested last week,” he was smiling like a child on Christmas morning, waiting to open their presents, “You said you were too busy planning the homework you’d give the students for the break but now we’re all free.”

It was cute how he seemed to like you, but he just wasn’t your type. When you saw the tiny black cat at the quad a few months back you thought it was only that, a cat, which you petted and played with and fed because its appreciative meows were cute. When it turned out to be the very not-cat, very impressionable vampire transformation teacher, you wanted to smash your head into the nearest flat surface, so what if it was a stone wall?

“You see… I haven’t got around to grading their essays yet, so I’ll be busy these first few days. Maybe later this week? I’ll see if I can make time and get back to you, ok?” it was really difficult to just say no. You weren’t the most proficient at negating people even in normal circumstances; the fact that he was so clearly infatuated with you made saying no seem like kicking a puppy.

“Oh… that’s fine… I guess. What about tomorrow? Right after lunch? You can check your agenda tonight and I’ll look for you for the verdict!” with that he puffed into a bat and flew down the corridor like a drunk butterfly. Was he making little loops? You had to end this and soon, it was too cruel to keep it up and even if it’d hurt him, it was best than leading him on.

Later that day, you and Vlad sat together eating dinner. He was telling you about an interesting countermove a second year made to get a point on their opponent and you were only half-listening and humming when you thought it appropriate.

Larissa was at the other end of the table, rather uncharacteristically talking to no one and wearing a tight face as if her food tasted like lemons and green limes squished together.

“Something on your mind?” Vlad inquired, following your gaze to the headmistress, “Oh, wow, someone’s not looking forward to rest and relaxation.”

“Hm?” you looked at him and noticed he was also studying Larissa’s sour complexion “Ah, yes. She does seems really angry, doesn’t she? If I hadn’t seen it before I would almost say she’s pissed.”

“That is because she is.” He explained, taking a sip of blood before continuing, “Morticia Addams visited earlier, and by what I hear she quite smugly questioned if Larissa would ‘finally’ bring a plus one to the Halloween Ball they host every year.”

Oh, so that was it. You’d seen Morticia’s verbal sparring with the principal before; you attributed it to their past roommate status and the complications that may arise with sharing a bedroom for three years. You had also seen the bickering and teasing on parents’ weekend, the elongated looks in yearly student reviews and all the times Wednesday’s parents had to be called in because their daughter got herself into trouble.

You knew the story of Larissa’s fancy for Gomez when they were young, but you didn’t think Morticia would still be gloating twenty years later that she got the cake.

“And is she?” you asked, looking back at her, something in your chest making you feel cold all of a sudden.

“What?”

“Is she bringing a plus one to the ball?”

Vlad examined you with those piercing dead eyes of his, knowing all too well why you asked, but respecting your wishes not to mention it.

“I don’t know. Haven’t heard anything yet. The closest person she had recently turned out to be a fanatic serial killer who tried to murder her.”

“Laurel, right? The one before me?” you were the second attempt at a normie teacher in Nevermore. You liked to think you were doing well, but few things could be worse than trying to destroy the school and everyone in it, so you couldn’t be always sure.

Vlad only nodded and went back to his drink while you lingered on Larissa’s face, then her hands, barely moving to pick at something on her plate.

The first day of break came as a welcomed cup of hot chocolate on a winter morning. It was chilly outside; some yellowed and orange leaves were stuck on your window with the early humidity. The corridor outside was so silent it felt almost eerie and gut-clenching. But you knew it could only mean one thing: freedom. Freedom from classes and teenager angst, freedom from having to get up and face the world. You could just get back to sleep if you so wished and boy that was quite something.

But you didn’t. In truth, the fact you knew most teachers would do exactly that, spurt you on to get out of bed and enjoy the entire campus at your disposal.

The kitchen was first. You made coffee with just this side of too much cream and stole waffles someone had made and left at the table. Then you went to the library and spent some hours in the lounge, readying cheesy romance and enjoying the sunlight coming through the big arched windows.

It was bliss, although short-lived. From the corner of your eye, you saw a small black cat silently but confidently making its way to you. The man shifted with a practised puff, almost like a magician popping into the stage from a cloud of smoke.

“Good morning, professor. I see you decided to venture around the school instead of having extra hours of beauty sleep. Not that you would need, of course,” he shifted excitedly beside you. You couldn’t mask the regretfulness on your face upon looking at him, and he realized it, mistaking your meaning and quickly adding, “Don’t worry! I’m not here to talk about our date. I said after lunch, and I’ll stand by my word. I just wanted to pop in and say good morning.”

“Oh... No problem Razvan, I’ll have my response by then, and good morning to you too. Have you been enjoying the time off so far?”

He seemed to brighten at your question, and although you were happy you could converse on something else than the blessed date, you were also fretful he would think too much of it.

In the end, he had something to do in Jericho and had to leave just a few minutes later, which you were grateful for. He was perfectly pleasant and even fun to be around but his lovesick eyes made your head pound in second-hand embarrassment.

At lunch, you and Vlad got together again at the gazebo in the woods. He slept through the morning, enjoying having the excuse to shift back onto his nightly routines, but not willing to fully shift or else he’d suffer to go back when classes started again.

“You will not believe what I’ve agreed to yesterday,” he told you in a voice that very much spelt migraine alert.

“Oh, Vladdy, break just started and you’ve already got yourself in trouble?” you teased, biting on your sandwich.

“I’ve got myself in trouble?” he asked, in an undignified tone “I’ll have you know that the person that got me ‘into trouble’ is your beloved Larissa Weems!” he pointed at your chest with an arched brow.

You looked around for anyone that might have heard him, no one was there.

“Hey, Vlad you know you can’t say that! What if someone tells her? I’d be out the door in no time, you know she’s especially strict with me!”

He just tsked and shook his head, “You are such an oblivious young girl, she couldn’t care less about you breaking rules. Besides, fancying your boss is not against any and Larissa’s just looking out for you because the parents pressure her into being careful after what happened.”

You knew Vlad had good intentions telling you this, but he wasn’t called every week, sometimes two times per week, to justify a comment or action some student or staff thought deserved attention.

Of course, she was always patient and never inquired too deeply into every situation but her cold demeanour told you everything you needed to know: she didn’t like you either, she just needed someone to show off when outreach between normies and outcasts was mentioned and you happened to be an overqualified and very capable chemist.

“But anyway, this is about me,” he continued, “and what I’ve agreed to is to pretend to be Larissa’s boyfriend at the Addams' Halloween Party.”

You were sure your jaw was on the floor. How had that happened? You knew Vlad and Larissa were friends for quite some time and very close for that matter, but pretending to date was just... another thing entirely.

“How are you going to do that?” you packed the rest of your sandwich, suddenly not hungry anymore, “Won’t they know you aren’t an item? I mean you know Morticia, and she knows you’re very good friends... To just start dating out of nowhere isn’t a bit suspicious?”

“She just really needs to give it to Morticia,” Vlad shrugs, a sorry half-smile in his mouth, “She asked me to her office yesterday night to drink. She was very upset by Morticia’s appearance and mean suggestion that Riss didn’t have a partner-“

“Of course she wouldn’t,” you interrupted, “She’s too busy being a badass successful woman at the head of a god-blessed academy!”

“Yes, yes, keep it in your pants,” he rolled his eyes fondly at you, “But she was breaking my dead heart and I suggested accompanying her. And first, she said it wouldn’t be the same, because we would go as friends and only confirm it to Morticia that Larissa was still alone. So I proposed we pretend to be a pair,” he seemed equal parts rather proud of himself and loathing his genius idea.

“I think it’s sweet of you. But I don’t think it’s going to work,” you said, not wanting to make him feel even worse, but enable to shake the feeling this was doomed to fail.

“Yes, I think you’re-“

“Professor!” a voice interrupted your friend’s comment and Razvan ran towards you, “I finally found you! I was looking for you to ask when we’re getting that coffee. I trust now you have my answer, correct?”

You were so full of this situation. Full of uncomfortable awkwardness, guilt and shame for playing with your colleague’s feelings, even if your intentions were benign. You had to tell him no, to say you didn’t like him that way. That he was too adorable and nice and you could never see him in that light.

“Oh, yes... about that, Raz...” you started, no idea of what you’d say next, “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression we could be more than colleagues and friends... but I’m-“

“In a relationship,” Vlad supplied.

“What?!” you and Razvan yelled in unison.

“C’mon, darling, it was bound to get out one time or another,” he kept going, the madman, “I know you’re worried about what people may think of her for it, but I swear Larissa is dying to go public.”

His maniac grin at your shell-shocked expression made you want to squeeze his neck until you heard it pop. It wouldn’t do much for him, but it would certainly be satisfying to you.

“Y-you and Principal Weems are together?!” the teacher was turning beet read and you had to give it to Vlad that it was a funny situation at least, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! And of course, I understand why you wouldn’t want to tell me you were taken, that’s completely not my business... Oh my, I’m so sorry!” and with that he rapidly walked away, just shy of outright running.

“You little shit!” you exclaimed as soon as the other vampire was out of earshot, “What in the absolute heavens were you thinking?”

He was shaking with laughter while you punched his shoulder, which only made him go on a bit more before finally calming enough to talk, “You’re right,” he said, as if it explained everything, “I and Larissa aren’t a believable couple. But you and she are a pair one could easily sell.”

“What are you talking about?” you ran your hand through your face in exasperation. He was out of his mind, and now you were screwed if Razvan said anything to anyone.

“You’re here only a year. Morticia doesn’t know you and Larissa is comfortable enough around you to pretend to be with you. It might be even easier than with me because kissing someone after twenty years of friendship is admittedly awkward,” he reasons.

“Kissing some-? What are you even on about? I can’t pretend to be in love with her, you know I can’t! I’ll just make a fool of myself and let something slip.”

“Nonsense, girl. Let’s go, we need to tell Larissa about the change of plans,” he got up and held out his hand to you “And if she says no, we already told someone, so she’ll have to go with it.”

Chapter Two

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #female reader #normie!reader #teacher!reader #morticia addams #gomez and morticia #fluff #angst #fake/pretend relationship #idiots to lovers #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #vladdy daddy the cupid

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not-poignant · 2 months ago

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Just saw your post about Ghibli + elements of grotesque with the Nausicaa gifset and how you wrote an essay comparing it to Shinto philosophy and I had to ask - you didn't happen to write that for an IB film class did you?? Cause that would be a WILD coincidence if so, bc I'm doing IB film rn and one of our extended essay examples was literally exactly that; an analysis/comparison of Ghibli movies and Shinto philosophy/religion and it was really really good.

Even if not, that's so cool!! I adore Ghibli and totally agree with the points you left in the tags of that post. Ghibli is about confronting the uncomfortable and ugly and grotesque and scary and acknowledging it as a valid and necessary part of life. Everything in balance!! Sure there are some more cutesy kiddy films which I feel have become more mainstream but especially films like Nausicaa have very real and important messages that often get overlooked :( I was really scared of Nausicaa when I was a child and now it's one of my favourite films!!

Anyway, you're awesome, I agree with your takes and Ghibli rocks 💪

Hi anon!

So this is going to be a wild journey, strap in.

I don't know what IB Film is. I did my thesis in a final year university unit specifically where we all developed our own thesis subject, had a supervisor, and it was basically a test run to do first class Honours (which lets you bypass a Masters degree and go straight to the PhD, which I then intended to do). It was a limited class that only had about 10 people in it, I believe. My supervisor was the head of the film department.

Now, this was back in about 2004. Shit I'm old. Ghibli wasn't a household name. It wasn't streaming anywhere. You couldn't get DVDs easily, and if you wanted them you had to make sure you had a region unlocked DVD player to deal with the DRM and then buy them from overseas. Most people were only getting exposed to these films if they were regular cinema-goers, or if they were an aggressive pirate via downloading torrents (which I was). The only place you could get Ghibli merch pretty much was Japan. It absolutely did not have the kind of traction it has now, no one could do a class on it outside of Japan because the majority of students would have no idea what you were talking about.

I think Disney/Lasseter had picked up the option to do dubs, but for the most part, if we were seeing these at the cinema, they were subbed.

So that's the context! That was in an era where I was the one directly getting all of my friends on Livejournal and in person, into Studio Ghibli. I went to the Ghibli film festival back before Spirited Away came out, and that got me hooked years previous.

In 2004 I did my thesis. At the time I was the only person in the English speaking world to do a thesis specifically on my thesis subject. It had been covered briefly in sentences like 'Miyazaki practices Shinto' etc. and there was one other unpublished thesis I was able to find that talked about concepts of Shinto and some of Miyazaki's films which helped me a lot with my thesis.

I went on a deep dive into Shinto. Because it was a thesis, I had to research a lot into the difference between folk and shrine Shinto (Ghibli films lean very 'folk' but there are moments of shrine Shinto), and ended up with a pretty baller reference list. But many, many, many more resources online and off have come out since. I'd find the thesis very easy to do if I was doing it now.

Because I was the first to kind of present my findings in a thesis like this, the thesis ended up getting published in a book on animism and then journeyed further on because it was of interest to people who are interested in representations of animism in mass media, especially popular mass media.

The specific focus of my thesis statement was the difference between the black and white puritanical morality of Disney, the most popular animation studio for children and adults at the time, versus Miyazaki's mixed morality and more nuanced explorations of good and evil, villains, heroes and antiheroes in Ghibli animations, and how that was at least partly founded in the difference between a more Christianised versus Shinto mindset in relation to nature and intersections with humanity.

Idk, something like that.

The thesis did well! I got my high distinction, got my invitation into first class Honours, and then was too sick to go on and get the PhD and teach about these things, which was what I fully intended to do!

My thesis got some traction over the years, published in a few places both online and in at least two books (one that I own, the other I forget because it's been oh my god like 20 years), so the idea got around!

Anon, there is actually a chance - a small chance - that the only reason you're getting this essay subject in a more standardised curriculum is because my thesis made its way into the public eye 20 years ago and got quite popular. It was never peer reviewed or anything, it wasn't a PhD thesis and didn't need to be, it was mostly just a very well-researched (if I do say so myself) collation of thoughts on the subject as someone is also a practicing animist. In retrospect I really wish I'd incorporated more of Zipe's teachings but he was in a completely different field to media studies and my supervisor didn't know about him to suggest him.

Discussions of Ghibli, Miyazaki and Shinto became a lot more popularised as Ghibli got more popular and people in the western world discovered that there were already a published essay (at the time people could read it without paying for it as I'd put it up online for folks to access) that linked to other sources and the unpublished essay I'd found. So...

Um, yeah, that's wild, because I know that this wasn't a thing in universities 20 years ago, because I was so desperate for resources I was emailing around and asking universities so I didn't have to figure so much out myself. 😅

#asks and answers #time is wild #this was one of the things that helped me get into the golden key society #i'm sure #unfortunately the thesis is published under my legal name #which i'm not super comfortable revealing on this tumblr specifically #(it's not the name associated with my facebook account)#(and i'm the only one in the world with my legal name so yeah)#(like it's findable but i just don't like to volunteer it)#anyway good luck with your essay!!!#an essay would've been way nicer #my thesis was like 20k in words sadlkfjsa #mini thesis - i was so ready to make it a book though lol

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flagellant · 2 years ago

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Putting this on anon, because I'm pretty sure this is an opinion that might upset people, but it's still relevant to the discussion you're currently having/stuck in.

I, personally, don't believe you CAN appropriate Japanese culture, for the same reason I don't believe you can appropriate American, British, Russian, or Chinese (Beijin central official government) culture.

Because these are imperialist powers who have literally murdered and waged war to FORCE people to adopt their culture. I feel like once a group walks up, says "You will adopt this culture or WE WILL KILL YOU," everyone is allowed to do whatever the fuck they want with it.

Now, I love Japan, I love Japanese culture and artwork, and yes, anime, but I think that anyone who high on the bandwagon of "Oh, you can't do that, that's ApPrOpRiAtIoN of the Japanese culture, needs to read some fucking Japanese history. Ideally stuff written by the Japanese.

The people worried about appropriation of Japanese culture are the same ones who dog-piled on a designer for making a Kimono in an Clan Tartan (she was half Japanese, half Scottish) because they were CERTAIN she was a non-Japanese """Appropriating""" Japanese culture.

Also, I follow all the Japanese official government twitters, and about once every other week they just tweet out a whole slew of "Come join us at such and such, learn about traditional Japanese culture! Come participate in our festivals! We really, REALLY want everyone to come be part of our cultural heritage! We'll send you free books on the subject!"

Closing clarification. I absolutely believe that Cultural Appropriation is a real thing, it is a real problem. Especially when dealing with smaller cultural groups that have been suppressed in the past, one must tread with care and the utmost respect. I very specifically have worked to remove terms taken from certain cultures from my common usage and vocabulary because people from those cultures have asked. Spirit Animal, Golem, (The cannibal spirit repeated referenced in Hannibal), these are terms that have important cultural significance, and diluting and misusing them is wrong.

But, again, if a major historical factor in a culture is "We are literally going to murder you and your family if you DON'T adopt our culture," I think you lose pretty much all right to claim/complain about appropriation of your culture.

Okay so you do realize that the reason the Japanese official government twitter posts "Come learn about all these traditional cultural and historical things" is because they want people to learn about Japanese culture so that they DON'T continue appropriating it, yes?

All I'm going to tell you is you seriously need to remind yourself what, exactly, cultural appropriation is. It doesn't just mean feeling entitled to a closed culture's practices. It means the theft and misinterpretation of a culture due to a lack of knowledge and respect for that culture within its own context. Wearing a kimono as someone who isn't Japanese isn't appropriative. Dressing as a geisha for Halloween is appropriative. A foreigner seeking to become a geisha isn't appropriative; Memoirs of a Geisha is appropriative.

I am trying to say this in the most well-intentioned way I can, and I hope you understand it as such: The reason you think this opinion will upset people is because it's an opinion which literally any fucking East Asian person would see and go "What the actual living fuck is this bullshit." If you are as invested in respecting these cultures and in not perpetrating racist and dismissive attitudes towards its people as you claim, I would really suggest you need to do a better job and actually find fucking someone, anyone, who is East Asian, because the concept of "It's impossible to appropriate Japanese (and by extension of your definition Chinese) culture" is literally why the term cultural appropriation exists in the first place.

#modern day cassandra

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libraford · 8 months ago

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I'm sorry this may be dumb but... what art artist grants? Are they just like academic grants where you write a proposal and someone pays you to make art?

Most metropolitan areas have an arts council, whose purpose is to encourage artists to create, thrive, and connect. Some councils set up grant programs to provide funding to artists in the area. You can get some money to work on your art.

They require you to say exactly how much you need, and there is a limit to how much you can make from the grant. In the case of the one I'm applying to, the limit is $500 and I have to outline exactly what I would use $500 for. I have to submit an artist's resume, a proposal, a budget, and a portfolio.

The council then looks at your proposal, and decides whether you get the grant. If you get the grant, that money is yours so long as you are using it specifically for your art. I've never gotten one before, so I'm not sure if its a check or if there's an account opened with limited use or what.

So like... in the example I'm doing here- I'm applying for a grant for photography. The amount is not nearly enough for a new camera, so forget it. But $500 would mean that I can:

expand my memory for my camera and for my computer

buy editing software thats more efficient in decrease my turnaround time because my ambitious ass has been doing one photo at a time on freeware and a batch editor would slice that work time into absolute fractions.

Upgrade my website so that I can host video and host more albums for client download.

pay for admission to more festivals for me to cover, since I can't always guarantee that they'll let a press person in for free.

Social media management software, because tagging people to make sure they get to see their own photos is time consuming.

In my artist's statement/proposal, I have to make a case for why my photography is art instead of 'journalism,' because they are the Arts Council and they have to make the distinction. Sucks, but here we are. I know how I want to spin it, I know what I'm about.

An artist's resume outlines all the things you've done as an artist. So if you were an arts student, yes. Did you have an internship- put it in. Have you sold pieces? Is your art hanging somewhere? Have you been in any shows? Stuff like that.

Not every city has opportunities like this, but some bigger cities will extend their jurisdiction to adjacent towns and townships.

Anyways.

The general spirit of the thing is- if you want some money to make art with and you qualify, the worst thing that can happen is they say no.

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galaxysupreme17 · 1 month ago

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The Mistletoe Mishap

Hey!! This is my first like Agatha Harkness one-shot thing! I decide to go with an AU and make it a little different! Let me know if you have any requests or anything! The only thing I don't write is smut just because I am not the best at writing it, lol!

Y/n pulled at the hem of her dress, fidgeting in the backseat of the car as Agatha drove toward the Avengers Compound. Sitting beside Agatha, Wanda glanced back at her daughter, noticing her discomfort.

"You know, sweetheart," Wanda began, a smirk playing on her lips, "if you keep fidgeting like that, the dress is going to wrinkle before we even get to the party."

Y/n groaned, sinking back into her seat. "I don't know why we have to go at all. We could have stayed home, watched movies, and called it a night."

Agatha chuckled, her eyes focused on the road. "Trust me, I'm with you. But your mother has this thing about 'holiday spirit,' which means suffering through Tony Stark's extravagant parties."

Wanda rolled her eyes, though the smile never left her face. "You two are so dramatic. It's one party, and it'll be fun! You'll see your friends, there will be good food, and if you're lucky, we won't have to stay the whole night."

Y/n looked out the window, still not convinced. The only thing she was looking forward to was spending time with Sabrina. It was hard enough sneaking around during regular days, but with the chaos of Tony's Christmas party, it was an ideal distraction. Seeing Sabrina again gave her a small burst of excitement, though she kept it hidden from her mothers.

The festive decorations glittered in the distance as they pulled up to the Avengers Compound. Strings of lights draped across the building, and Tony managed to rig a holographic snowstorm that hovered around the property.

Y/n wrinkled her nose. "Holographic snow? Seriously?"

Wanda sighed. "It's Tony. Did you expect anything less?"

As soon as they stepped inside, the party's energy hit them. Music boomed from the speakers, and people were already mingling with drinks in hand, laughing and chatting. Tony was holding court in the middle of the room, a Santa hat perched crookedly on his head as he entertained the guests with some over-the-top story.

Y/n immediately slipped away from her mothers, spotting her friends—Peter, Kate, Yelena, James, and, most importantly, Sabrina—by the massive Christmas tree. She felt a jolt of happiness seeing Sabrina's familiar grin and made her way over.

"There she is!" Peter called, waving her over. "Finally! We thought your moms wouldn't let you out of the house."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "They're not that bad. I'm just not a fan of parties."

Kate laughed, elbowing Y/n playfully. "You and me both. But if we're stuck here, we might as well make the best of it."

Y/n slipped into a comfortable spot next to Sabrina, who casually wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping it low-key. Their friends were in on their secret, and they agreed to keep it that way—at least for now. Sabrina squeezed Y/n's hand, her smile soft and knowing.

"You okay?" Sabrina asked, her voice low enough that only Y/n could hear.

Y/n smiled, feeling the warmth of Sabrina's touch. "Now I am."

The night, she progressed in a blur of games, holiday snacks, and laughter. Y/n's mood lightened considerably, especially with Sabrina by her side. Eventually, Yelena nudged Peter, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Okay, enough of this. Let's sneak off to the roof. I need air."

"Air?" Kate raised an eyebrow. "More like you need to escape before someone ropes you into another ugly sweater competition."

"Exactly," Yelena said, grinning. "You coming, Rogers?"

James chuckled, shrugging. "Lead the way."

The group made their way through the compound, dodging the crowds of adults and sneaking up to the roof. Once they stepped outside, the cold air hit them, a welcome change from the stuffy warmth of the party. They all settled into a loose circle, Sabrina pulling Y/n into her lap without a second thought. The others barely noticed, too busy talking and joking around.

"Okay," Peter said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "What now?"

Yelena shot him a look. "Use that brain of yours. Make it festive."

Peter smirked, pulling out a small gadget from his pocket. "You mean… like this?" He pressed a button, and a slight holographic mistletoe appeared above Y/n and Sabrina.

Yelena grinned. "Perfect."

The others started laughing and cheering, and Y/n could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Sabrina, however, was utterly unfazed. She smirked, leaning in so their noses brushed.

"Well, it seems we don't have a choice," Sabrina teased, her voice soft and playful.

Y/n's heart raced, and she smiled nervously. "I guess not."

The kiss was slow and sweet, a tender moment that made the rest of the world fade away. Their friends whooped and cheered in the background, but for Y/n, all she could focus on was Sabrina.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room...

Clint Barton looked around, counting heads. "Okay, where are the kids?"

Wanda, who had been quietly chatting with Natasha, froze. "What do you mean 'where are the kids?'"

Tony grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Friday, locate the little troublemakers."

Friday's voice echoed through the room. "The Young Avengers are currently on the roof, Mr. Stark."

"Of course they are," Clint muttered.

Tony's curiosity got the better of him. "Hey, let's see what they're up to." He motioned to the TV, and within moments, footage from the roof security cameras appeared on the screen.

The Avengers watched as the teens laughed and played games. Then, Sabrina kissed Y/n under the mistletoe on screen.

There was a beat of silence before Wanda shot up from her seat. "Excuse me?"

Agatha tried, and failed, to suppress her laughter. "Wanda, calm down."

"Calm down?" Wanda's voice was rising. "They didn't tell us they were dating! She didn't—this is—" She fumbled for words, her protective side flaring. "Sabrina was kissing our daughter!"

Agatha stood and gently placed her hands on Wanda's shoulders. "Wanda, it's okay. They're teenagers. They kiss people."

"Not our daughter!"

Natasha, sitting nearby, chuckled. "Relax, Maximoff. Sabrina's a good kid. It's not like she's sneaking Y/n off to a club or something."

Wanda crossed her arms. "She might as well be. I didn't even know they were together!"

Tony, trying not to laugh, chimed in. "Friday, let the kids know the party's winding down."

"Don't encourage her," Agatha muttered.

The car ride home...

The tension in the car was thick. Y/n sat in the backseat, her mind racing. Wanda hadn't spoken to her since they left the party, and the silence was unbearable.

Y/n finally worked up the courage to break it. "Mom? Is everything okay?"

Wanda didn't turn around, her eyes fixed straight ahead. "We'll talk when we get home."

That was enough to make Y/n's stomach drop. Agatha glanced at her daughter through the rearview mirror, offering a small smile. "Don't worry. … give your mother some time."

Back at home...When they entered the door, Y/n made a beeline for her room. "Goodnight!" she called quickly, hoping to escape awkward conversation.

But Wanda wasn't having it. "Y/n, wait."

Y/n froze, slowly turning to face her mothers standing by the kitchen island.

Wanda took a breath, her tone measured. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Y/n's stomach twisted with guilt. "I—I don't know. I just… wasn't sure how you'd react. It's only been a few months."

Agatha chimed in, her voice gentle. "We're not upset that you're dating. We're upset you didn't feel comfortable telling us."

Wanda finally softened, her arms uncrossing as she stepped closer to Y/n. "We just want to be a part of your life, Y/n. We're your moms. We care about you, and we care about who you're with."

Y/n's eyes filled with relief. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to bring it up."

Agatha smiled and pulled her into a hug. "We get it. Just promise us no more secrets, okay?"

Y/n nodded, feeling lighter. "Promise."

Wanda, her overprotective side finally easing, pulled them both into a group hug. "We're happy for you. Really. Now, tell us everything."

Y/n chuckled, pulling away to sit on the couch. "Everything?"

Agatha grinned. "Everything."

They spent the rest of the night curled up on Y/n's bed, a Christmas movie playing softly in the background as Y/n answered every question her mothers threw at her. They laughed and teased each other, and eventually, all three of them drifted off to sleep, the warmth of family filling the room.

#x reader #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #agatha all along #agatha x wanda #Agatha x daughter! reader

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chronicbeans · 4 months ago

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Hihi I really like your really detailed headcanons about Skin-Taker and how he views people with skin conditions and I also like the guests from a foreign country, I was wondering what would he feel about certain traditions / holidays around the world about death like All Souls day , day of the dead , etc . Think of this as a prompt type of thing.

Oh, I definitely have ideas for this! While my version of Candle Cove changes the names of holidays and, sometimes, changes some aspects about it, some people remember episodes that included episodes about The Day of the Dead and All Souls Day happening in the second half of the show due to it personalizing itself to them.

The Skintaker, especially, had interesting reactions to the guests that showed up with these traditions. This was most likely because of the fact that, while Candle Cove is filled with despair and references to death and mourning, there isn't necessarily a holiday celebrated there about it.

TW: Skintaker Misunderstanding Traditions, Mentions of Skinning (it's the Skintaker we're talking about)

☠️ The Skintaker, at first, was genuinely angry at the guest who was celebrating The Day of the Dead. Due to the "Candle Cove Halloween Stand In" being all about celebrating and appeasing the Skintaker by dressing and trick or treating as a skeleton, and The Day of the Dead falling near that holiday, he assumed the face paint he wore was to make fun of him. You don't just go around wearing it all the time! You don't cover the skull in designs! So, when Horace told him about this guest, The Skintaker had him kidnap this guest so they could talk. In an ironic twist, the guest was able to leave a path of flower petals as Horace took him to the Skintaker, leaving a path for Percy and Janice to follow, much like how some leave paths of petals for the spirits of their loved ones to follow while visiting earth.

☠️ Nobody knows exactly what happened between the time of him getting kidnapped and Percy and Janice showing up, but by the time they arrived The Skintaker was getting calavera makeup done by the guest. It seems like he was able to tell him what it was actually about, and teach some traditions to him while he was waiting for Percy and Janice to show up, so he was safe most of the time he was waiting.

☠️ The Skintaker seems to love the holiday, now, even if he's not the most enthusiastic while celebrating it. He claims to not have any dead family or friends to mourn, because he doesn't have either, but he does not mind the idea of those celebrating it. This comment caused Horace to cry out "What about ME?! I'm your friend, yeah?!" Only for The Skintaker to reply that he's a sidekick, not a friend, and that he shouldn't confuse the two.

☠️ As for All Souls Day, much like the episode with the Polish woman going to a festival, the episode completely cuts out two of the main cast. However, instead of cutting out the Skintaker and Horace, it cut out Percy and Janice by having it occur after Janice and Percy drop the guest off on land. People describe the guest as being a woman with a slight Hungarian accent, which seemed to imply it was basing it off or the creator's research into Hungarian traditions, specifically.

☠️ The Skintaker shows up after she leaves some food and flowers around one of the tombstones. He recognizes the flowers being there for mourning, but he doesn't understand why the food is there, causing him to pick it up to try to return it to the lady ("Like the gentleman I am", according to him), thinking she just forgot it there. However, this results in a classic "cartoon misunderstanding", where the lady confuses him with the spirit of her husband visiting earth on All Souls Day because he has the food she made for her husband. Despite the Skintaker trying to explain that he isn't her husband's spirit, and he simply thought she forgot the food there and now intends to return it to the grave due to knowing why it's there, she doesn't buy it. Instead, she believes he must be self-conscious due to appearing as a skeleton on earth, and doesn't want her to know he's her husband because of it. The Skintaker, at this point, decides to play along and return the food to the grave later.

☠️ He gets dragged around to all "their" favorite sightseeing spots in Candle Cove, before she brings them to "his brother's" house to show him all the pictures she still has of her husband. He quickly panics, realizing that the man is somebody he had skinned, and that his grave and his brother's home is probably located in Candle Cove instead of Hungary because he lived there instead of Hungary. Having a "I must get out of here" moment, he tells her that he has to go back to the spirit world, before scurrying off back to the grave in order to return the food.

☠️ It then goes to a scene of him in his lair, talking to Horace about the lady and all the things he went through that day. He expresses an uneasy feeling, now that he knows the life that man lived before he got to him. Then, in a shocking moment, he takes the patch of the man's skin off of his cloak, before going to his grave to "give it back" by leaving it there. He states that "If you can give food and flowers on this day by leaving things there, Horace, you should be able to give back their skin through the same means."

#candle cove #candle cove headcanons #Not associated with the wiki #candle cove skintaker #the skintaker #skintaker #Yippee my first Candle Cove ask!

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geeky-nightphilosopher · 1 year ago

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There are quotes that the Leverage Team is defined by. And it's something I hadn't realized until I was reading a quote that I wrote down. (I'm not sure yet what quote defines Harry and Breanna-so their gonna be excluded... unless of course you who reads this know! Please add!)

So far this is what I have;

Nate: "Your an honest man."

Sophie: "When you can't tell the truth, tell *a* truth."

Parker: "I'm not crazy!"

Hardison: "It's okay to grow up, realize you aren't the person you used to be."

Eliot: "Because you were suppose to."

I know it's silly- but each of these quotes define them in someway. (Obviously.) And I know I could be wrong- but each of these quotes tells them about their personality in a way I don't think most people realize.

At the beginning, Nate has only ever been an honest man. He knows only of the crimes because he's chased these people around the world. Always ready to catch them. He doesn't know how to be a criminal. At least- not at first. As the series progresses though- he learns the appeal of crimes. He understands what his dad loved about having a certain control and plan. Nate was a good, honest man. And even at the end of the series- he still was, even if he was a criminal.

Sophie has spent years telling *a* truth. Just not the truth. She's a well versed in playing her cards and knowing when people have reached their limit. That's her con- telling people exactly what they want to hear- or at least enough to get through it. Her life is full of lies- but what she tells people is the truth. Even if it's not the truth.

Parker has (had) a reputation of being crazy. Jumping off buildings, learning to steal cars and how to drive them, and she says the wildest of things. She lives in a warehouse (and probably other weird places.) Yet, Parker isn't crazy. Really she's not, she's just an adult who had to grow up. She watched her brother die, spent years in and out of foster homes. Learned how to steal to survive. All she really wants is to be seen and to be a child. And that's what the team gives her. The team not only gives her a family- but a chance to be a child. They don't criticize her for her love of Christmas or Santa. Yeah, sure they panic when she goes to a Chocolate festival alone- but they don't really chastise her for being hyper. Nate doesn't even reprimand her for poking Eliot. They allow her to be a child- she got her childhood to back.

Hardison has only ever been one thing; A geek. He's hacked countries, banks, corporations. He's a foster kid- who got the better end of the stick. Yet knows that not everyone is so lucky. Since joining the team; there are days where he wishes he could do more. And he tries- and he certainly is way over his head. And I think that's why Eliot and Parker's relationship/friendship is SO important. Unlike Nat and Sophie, Eliot and Parker keep him level headed. Eliot calls him out in a way that doesn't hurt his spirit, but his will. Parker reminds him that it's okay to not know things and his mistakes are important. It's a base to fall on. Hardison grows a lot through the series and he learns to lean on the team.

Eliot has a broken heart and I think that is something people don't really consider. He tries his hardest to improve. He knows he has blood on his hands and ever since then- he has tried to wash it off. I know I've mentioned this before multiple times; but Eliot is a Teddy Bear. He's soft, gentle, and kind. And maybe Damien Monreau took that from him for a while- and when he got out from under him- he slowly got that back. So here he is, trying to do what others won't do. That quote I mentioned? He was talking to a dirty cop. Cops are suppose to save people. Their suppose to care for people, protect them. That cop didn't and it fell on Eliot to protect those people- because the cops weren't doing their job. It breaks my heart- knowing that Eliot thinks he has to fix the injustice by himself.

I know there is more quotes that define their personalities- but for me those fit perfectly. Let me know if you agree/disagree. I'm always wanting to know what y'all think.

#leverage #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #nate ford #sophie devereaux #quotes that I think define the characters #i know its silly #but i couldn't stop thinking about it #especially the 'because you were suppose to #they all grew up honestly #they are not the same #i love them all #tell me what y'all think #agree?#disagree?#i'm willing to discuss

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phantompages · 1 year ago

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I've been reading a lot of MP100 x MHA fics and looking at prompts and I'm absolutely in love with the idea of Quirkless Reigen faking having a quirk, maybe even running his own (not exactly legal) "hero agency" in Seasoning City and getting the most powerful sidekicks and interns possible despite being relatively unknown as a hero (also not exactly legally one). His "agency" is more focused on just helping people with whatever issues they may have be it spiritual, Quirk-related, or otherwise really.

I just think it would be interesting if maybe, one of the kids he knows (maybe Teru, even) placed really high on the UA Sports Festival and ended up dragging along other characters to Spirits and Such because that's where he ends up interning. Others are like, surely the Hero who managed to get Hanazawa to intern at his agency is super powerful and knowledgeable right? Right??

What they end up with is a sweaty man in a cheap suit (is that supposed to be his hero costume??) claiming his Quirk to be so powerful and out of this world he can't use it for most situations lest he destroy the city block or something, who gives them much needed life counseling and lectures and takes them out to help citizens with the most mundane things under the guise of "evil spirits" or "villainous plots".

He has maybe two, three employees there, though they don't have many work hours anymore, they do pop in sometimes and help the interns learn about the job, the paperwork and attitude and helping others. And thus they learn the power of customer service that it isn't big flashy fights or being super popular that makes a hero, its just being a good person and helping others.

#mp100 #mha #mp100 x mha #crossover #phantom bunnies #i imagine this to take place either later in the mp100 storyline or even afterwards but itll depend on how things go #i havent actually consumed mha itself in a while outside of crossovers so im a bit rusty on some details #but if i try writing this i'll pick it back up to be more accurate #unless i deliberately change stuff haha #anyone is free to add on to my posts or use ideas i have for their own stories #just link the fics so i can see 👀#reigen arataka

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burnwater13 · 6 months ago

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Ashoka Tano speaking to Grogu and Din Djarin in the woods of Corvus. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 5, The Jedi. Calendar from DataWorks. Caption reads: I've only known one other being like this - a wise Jedi Master named Yoda. - Ahsoka Tano.

Hey folks. I'm taking some time off from our routine, daily stories and just re-running some stories from 2023. Hope you enjoy them. I'll be back with fresh content soon.

This story first ran November 1, 2023. Titled 'What Kind am I?'

Grogu thought a lot about what his dad said that day on Tatooine. “If I can locate another of my kind…”. That turned out to be pretty easy. When Mandalorians weren’t hiding they stuck out like sore thumbs. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was did anyone know what ‘kind’ Grogu was?

Ahsoka Tano had said she knew Master Yoda, but then so did Grogu. He wasn’t locked away in some closet at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He was there with the rest of the younglings and Master Yoda visited them all from time to time. But that didn’t mean he knew what ‘kind’ they were.

Lot of different kinds of people were at the Jedi Temple. Lots of different kinds of people became Jedi. But of Grogu’s kind there were only three of them. Master Yoda, Master Yaddle, and Grogu. Grogu didn’t have any illusion that he was their child either. That was sweet and romantic and convenient. Nope. Not their kid.

And even if he had been their child, what kind of parents were they? They weren’t raising him. They didn’t teach him songs to learn his numbers, or tell him stories about their home world, or even pat him on the head when he’d done something particularly clever. He much preferred to think of them both as people he had met and could not un-meet.

Now, here he was on Nevarro, with his dad, Din Djarin, Mandalorian Bounty Hunter and all around good guy. They watched out for each other. They told each other funny stories. They ate the same food (sometimes) and they both burped in the same distinctive manner. They even had the same eye color.

Grogu was Din Djarin’s apprentice and was going to learn how to fly a starship and be a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. That seemed really cool and so far it had been pretty exciting. But considering everything that had happened with the Clan Mudhorn Festival and the fact that Luke Skywalker had come all the way across the galaxy to help him when he really needed the help, Grogu felt a tiny bit of the old Jedi spirit tugging back at him. Were they actually his kind?

He wasn’t sure who he should talk to about this sort of stuff. Grogu didn’t want to talk to his dad. That would just make the Mandalorian sad and think that Grogu didn’t love him and that was beyond wrong and there was no way he was going to hurt his dad like that. Nope.

But then, Luke wasn’t the right person to talk to either. Luke had a vested interest in Grogu returning to Jedi Sleep Away Camp and Grogu was well aware of that. He should probably just start training his nephew and see how things went. Grogu knew too much to be a student and too little to be a master and most importantly, he knew that.

He supposed that he could talk to the High Magistrate, but Greef Karga was still too excited over how the Clan Mudhorn Festival had worked out in Nevarro City and was already planning one for next year. Sure the name would change a little, but then it wasn’t going to just be something Clan Mudhorn put together for everyone to enjoy. ‘The Nevarro City Council of Civic Engagement Proudly Presents an Evening of Story Telling, Culture, and Friendship’ is what Grogu heard the High Magistrate tell Fennec, once the prior night’s event was all wrapped up.

Maybe he should talk to Fennec. She had done a lot of different things and had dealt with some real setbacks and knew exactly how to analyze a situation. She collected data, drew conclusions, took action and made it all look so easy. The only draw back to speaking with Fennec was that she might think he’s not as cute and competent as she told other people he was. ‘Listen to the kid, he’s got a good feel for that’, ‘Grogu knows what he’s doing, pay attention people’, and ‘Don’t tell your dad, you’ll be fine, you always are’. He really didn’t want to risk that happening.

Grogu sighed deeply.

“Hey! Ya little womp rat… oh, sorry, you don’t like being called a womp rat any more, you’re growin’ up so fast! Would you like Auntie Peli to get ya some nice dung worms? You need to keep up your energy if you’re goin’ to go all dark side on us.”

Peli Motto scooped him up, tweaked his nose gently and carried him over to the campfire that his dad set up outside the cabin. They had all been having a quiet day together, chatting and playing games, like chase the frog, find the target, and hide from the Jedi.

“Ya know, you need to get some rest, just relax, and maybe, just maybe, watch the clouds float by. Look at me! First time off Tatooine ever and here I am with my best friends doin’ nothing but havin’ fun. This is my kind of life… I just hope Treadwell doesn’t sell the garage while I’m gone.”

HA! There it was! This was Grogu’s ‘kind’ too. Kind of life that is. Surrounded by friends, just having fun and eating a big bowl of slow roasted dung worms. What could be better than that?

#grogu #the mandalorian #din djarin #peli motto

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lizardlicks · 5 months ago

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WIP Game!

I was tagged by both @rainbowbarnacle and @mercurialmalcontent like. A week ago. And only just got around to setting up a new post for it. AHEM.

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay SO I did this one a few months back, and there are some WIPs on my list that I have already talked about (but would be happy to talk about more!) so I have marked those down here in bold. Some of the files also have descriptions which I have removed so you ONLY get the titles. Uh. The list has only gotten bigger. Since then. I have a problem.

Learned to Cary Love

Zukka Fire Festival Fuck

In the Spotlight (and I'll make you mine)

Ley Lines

Upward Over the Mountain

Kanna and the Wolf

Wolf Spirit!Sokka & Zuko

Grand Theft Appa

Zuko Took a Shortcut

Like Theseus’s Ship

Your wine stained mouth (on mine)

oh no I'm writing soul mark AU FUCK

Deep within the Borderline

Hair Brained

Zuko sick fic

Pappa bear Piandao

Sokkla prison fic thing idk

Zukka Oops AU

Max Soap drama AU (AKA deadbeat dad Jet AU)

Cold is the Night

Towards the sun but worse

Dragon Zuko: the first Agni Kai

Script for sokka and foo foo’s meeting in Avatar Sokka AU (comic collab project with BMH)

Script for Turn left and left again, circling all the way down

La!possessed cannibal zuko (exactly what it says on the tin)

Shifter!Verse Jee and Zuko (Zuko Not As Alone As He Could Have Been)

FMT Zuko gets sex ed at a brothel

Zukka amnesia fic but it's funny

“Divorced Zukka”

Sokka's brilliant plan to date zuko reveal the fire nation spies

Zuko+Ran & Shaw ovi

Aaaand I'm not gonna tag thirty odd people so I'm just gonna say if you see this POST YOUR WIP LIST HAHAHA

#WIP game #writing game

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seth-shitposts · 10 months ago

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Oooohhhh, I wanna know about Force User Zeb and The Eyes of the Ashla 👀👀

Absolutely friend 🫂💙💙💙

Force User Zeb

For FUZ, it's from when we participated in Bahryn Festival 2023. We're taking a break from it, but I'll share some things about it.

We want to explore how cultures who are separated from the main region/mainstream cultivated their relationships with the force. In this AU, Zeb is force sensitive, but having grown up on his home planet, his parents chose to have him follow tradition of nurturing his connection to the ashla by learning from the Revered Masters.

[In the fic, somewhere we're going to explain that with Jaro Tapal, that was an attempt/mutual reaching out. Lasan being isolated by how far out they are, decided to exchange their love and respect to The Force/Ashla. Things were going well with them building a connection until it was severed by order 66. To protect themselves and after losing one of their own and an entire community that they trusted, they returned to their isolation. They were friendly to those in neighboring systems, but that was it.]

In this, Kanan and Zeb had been so crucial to bringing each other back into recommiting faith to the Force&Ashla. It's another thing that brought them close. And it had been catalysted by Hera.

We're going to incorporate the new concept Sebastián and I thought of, the sentient bo-rifles. Force User Zeb would be the perfect place for us to utilize it. Especially with how in this AU, Zeb has the psychometry ability!

Hondo is going to make several appearances. Because we want to build more upon the lasat prophecy and Hondo was such a key element to that. I want to keep to that theme through the story.

Which brings us to:

At one point, something that we've had in mind for the au since starting it, Hondo steals an artifact off an imperial black market smuggler. He has not a clue what it is. Whatever it is has something to do with Lasan [& The Ashla]. He tells kallus about how he can't get anyone to buy it. Kallus offers to make him food in exchange for it (so he can safely return it to Zeb. Kallus wants it out of imperial circulation entirely. So he wants it to return to the person who has the most right to it).

But the moment kallus touches it, it binds to him. Both through the ashla and physically. At first he thinks it's just stuck on him. It's not until later that he realizes that it has more to it than that. Ashla shenanigans ensue and Kallus routinely gets sent to a pocket of space/time where he meets with both a form of The Grand Inquisitor & The previous bearer of his bo-rifle.

We might revamp what we have so far, but it's still in debate between Sebastián and I. What might happen is that we could turn what we have up atm into a concept dump and proceed similarly as we have been doing with Defectors AU. Quilting it. It's been how we've gotten the most worn done and are still highly committed to it. Trying to work on a fic by only doing it a chapter at a time/in story chronological order is the main reason why it went into hiatus. Its very difficult for us to write a longer story in that way. (Which is why I'm so relieved we've learned more about quilting and have been able to do it intentionally.)

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The Eyes Of The Ashla

We had been hoping to have this done for Halloween. As a Halloween special type thing.

@lost-in-derry gave us the prompt/concept and we started molding it. I'm still looking forward to it.

The concept we're doing is that Kallus has had the ability to see wisps, purple wisps, for as long as he could remember. He was never sure what they were. He found out early in life that only he could see or interact with them.

On Lasan, he realizes *exactly* what they are. Because he had never seen so many in one place. And they kept multiplying.

A big part of the concept and this fic is that the wisps are Bogan spirits, unrested or trapped. Kallus is tasked with guiding the wisps back to the light- to the Ashla, bringing them peace. Once he helps the first one, he just keeps going. Slowly but surely becoming much more intentionally about it. He doesn't fully understand it all, but the wisp of the guardsman he fought is a bit of a guide for him. The Bogan [in this au] contains the fury and wrath of injustices and Kallus slowly realizes this at some point after Lasan.

It's force sensitive kallus with a twist. There's much more to it, our notes are just scattered on it atm. Here's a snippet though.

#force user zeb #star wars rebels #swr #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #star wars #wip ask game

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the-bar-sinister · 4 months ago

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Deicide (2627 words) by thesavagesabretooth

Summary: Realizing something is very, very wrong after the fight with Kaidou, Luffy seeks out Robin for comfort and advice. What he tells her is unsettling.

Luffy is hearing the voice of a god, and he wants it out of his head.

The dust was settling, literally, on the end of the New Onigashima Plan– all of the lead-up and preparation culminating in one long night now already three days behind them. The Straw Hats had been resting in the capital all that time, and it was only earlier in the day that Robin had heard that their captain and his faithful swordsman had awakened.

She’d excused herself from chattering with Otama and Shinobu, smoothing her kimono as she stood and made her way through the familiar halls of their temporary residence deep within the Flower Capital.

She knew where the captain had been sleeping, though she hoped he hadn’t up and left already in his charmingly manic way. She entertained the idle thought of him hollering for meat as he raced through the capital streets, startling housewives and guards alike.

“Heheh…” She giggled into her balled fist “though it’s a pipe dream.” The battle three days prior had taken a lot out of him…even Luffy’s high spirits had a limit.

In fact, she found him exactly where she had left him. Except instead of fitfully sleeping, having been attended by servants with damp clothes, he was voraciously eating as she imagined– attended by servants now laden instead with platters full of meat.

He paused mid bite to wave at her when he saw her approach.

“I see you found something to sate your voracious appetite, Captain.” Robin gave him a thin smile, her eyes briefly closing joyfully as she sat opposite him. “Good. They had to stop you from sleep eating three times according to O-Kiku.”

Luffy swallowed and smiled, shaking his head. "I can't help it, I'm hungry, you know? It took a lot out of me!"

There was a twinge at the edge of the captain's bright smile that Robin didn't usually see.

“It was one of our toughest yet.” She agreed as a hand bloomed beside her captain to steal a piece of meat on the bone and pass it to herself, pointedly visible just out of the corner of his eye. “One of the most difficult too…I can tell you agree.”

Luffy gave her an exaggeratedly betrayed look and his hand shot out to snatch the meat from her– stopping just short of 'managing'. He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Yeah, it was rough alright…."

The door slammed open at the back of the room, and Usopp hollered. "Luffy's awake!" More of the crew were behind him, too.

Luffy shook his head and smiled at Robin. "Maybe we can talk about it later?"

Robin raised the meat as several arms all shrugged at once, a long-suffering smile on her face “whenever we manage to peel away from the pack, Luffy. Let’s.”

Nami leaned in, the small ornaments in her hair jingling as she grinned from ear to ear. “it’s about time you woke up, you lazy excuse for a captain!”

Luffy nodded to Robin quite seriously, and then his grin broadened, looking up at Nami. "Did you miss me that much? You could have come to nap with me!"

“And wind up a victim of your octopus arms? No thanks!” Nami teased back.

The party atmosphere really kicked off in the room, much to the servants' decorous surprise, and perhaps dismay.

Robin laughed into her hand, soft and pleased as she watched the chaos unfold. The Straw Hat crew never changed– and while she never reached quite the raucous heights her crewmates did, she was a part of the celebration all the same, even as her mind lingered on the raid on Onigashima and the difficult truths within.

It was almost a full day later– full of food and excitement and chatter about the upcoming festival that the capital was throwing for all the heroes– when Luffy finally came and found her alone. In fact, he took her by surprise as she was walking down a corridor taking a breather. The rubbery length of an arm snaked out from between sliding tatami doors, and tugged her toward the room.

Robin stumbled, skidding somewhat against the polished floorboards, before she allowed him to reel her in like a fish on a hook.

“Oh dear. I’ve been caught. I hope I’m not filleted.” she drawled in wry good humor.

Luffy beamed widely at her as he pulled her into a room full of cushions and low shelves that was probably someone's reading room and closed the door behind her.

"You know me, I just eat the fish whole," he teased. Whether or not he meant this suggestively, or just literally was unclear.

Three arms bloomed to loop around him as she let herself fall on the cushions by his side. “My, my. And here I thought that appetite would take a few more days to come back in force.”

The captain wrapped his stretchy arms fully around her and more so, falling into the pillows with her. "I run on my appetite, you know?"

At least she could be certain whatever was on his mind wasn't enough to completely take away his usual cheer.

Robin leaned her head against his shoulder, her arms looped around him as tightly as his were around her. It was comfortable, the strange– and often alarming to outsiders– way that they could embrace with their powers.

“That you do. Most would wonder if it was the only thing on your mind….but not me.” she winked.

"Most people don't think I have much room for anything else," he laughed. "I mean, they're not completely wrong but I have a few thoughts bouncing around sometimes!"

He nuzzled his nose against hers, his bright smile again tempered by something deeper and distracted.

Robin’s sharp nose brushed gently against his, her bright and serious eyes glancing up to meet his distracted stare. She shifted, and gently kissed the edge of his lips. “I can hear a few of them bouncing around even now. Clonking around in there.”

Luffy nodded almost seriously. "You can hear them, huh? Not surprised."

“Loud and clear. It’s like they’re playing tennis in there.” Yet another hand bloomed, and reached up to start petting his hair from its spot on his shoulder. “A lot of very strange things happened, didn’t they?”

He nuzzled his fluffy dark hair against her extra hand and nodded, biting his lip. "Yeah, a lot of strange things." He paused for a moment, and his dark eyes were distant and unreadable. "You saw me while I was fighting at all?"

Robin nodded slowly as her fingers traced through his hair. “Mmhmm. After I was finished saving Sanji from Black Maria. There were holes in the ceiling from where you and Kaidou were fighting…I caught a glimpse of something I couldn’t quite believe.”

His voice was soft, and his question more hesitant than any question that usually came out of him. "...What did you see?"

“A blaze of white and the bonds of the natural world breaking and warping…far more than a devil fruit should warp its fabric,” she mused. “I saw something that looked like you, but not…quite…handling the King of Beasts Kaidou as if he were a toy.”

Luffy nodded, his usually grinning mouth a firm line. "Something changed. It wasn't like my gear transformations. I know what's happening when I do those. It's hard to remember what even happened…"

“You don’t remember?” Robin asked with genuine surprise. “...I didn’t see the whole fight, but I saw enough for it to be properly burned into my memory, Luffy.”

"I remember parts," he said, his soft jaw held tense, and sharp. "A lot of it even but… Robin…"

She watched him run his tongue over his teeth as he hesitated to continue.

Her fingers cupped his chin, rubbing along his jawline as she watched him with the slightest furrow of her brow “....Luffy. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He leaned into her touch, his whole body clinging to her, as tense as he ever got. "I know. But I want to make sure I say the right thing. Like, what I mean. It's… some of it didn't feel like me."

Robin’s expression grew tight. “...not…like you, Luffy?”

"Like it was somebody else's ideas in my head," he said, the line of his mouth twisting and curling like he'd sucked a particularly difficult lemon. He seemed to grapple with exactly how to say what he meant. "I… it… they? It made me want to share the meat."

Robin knew what that meant. Her eyes widened as the implications bloomed in her mind. “They wanted you to be a hero?”

She’d heard of Zoan users slowly losing themselves to the will inside their devil fruits before. Upon awakening they’d be taken by the animal impulses and the metaphysical implications of the creature they had become. It was well documented– and a genuine threat if one didn’t have the willpower to control it.

But that was only the Zoan. Paramythia, Logia…they had no wills to overwrite you with. They were power, bringing you closer perhaps to a metaphysical concept, or in line with the metaphorical ideal of the fruit, but not changing who you were.

He nodded solemnly. "Yeah. That was the feeling. And I think… it felt like I should kill Kaidou. That that was what would be…. best. Most heroic, I guess."

Robin shuddered against him. Kaidou was a man who had to be stopped, that much was true. His plan for taking over Wano–his ‘law of the jungle’ philosophy–the cruelties he perpetrated around the country of Wano in pursuit of his goals all spoke to that.

But she couldn’t help but imagine herself there, back in Alabasta with all she had done in the name of Crocodile, a man she still felt the twinge of fond feeling for, a man who she gladly helped up until the worst case scenario. She couldn’t help but imagine her Captain killing her and Sir Crocodile for their sins.

It’d be the heroic thing to do, perhaps.

“And this…presence…in you wanted to take the most heroic option and kill him? How strong was the urge?”

He bit his lip. "I had to resit it. That was when I realized something was wrong. That it wasn't… me. It was like it was guiding me, but when it wanted to kill Kaidou, I remembered Speed telling us about his past, you know?"

It had been more than a week ago. Luffy had been the one to ask, and Speed had answered. Afterward, Robin had seen Luffy skipping stones on the pond quietly with Zoro standing nearby, neither of them speaking.

She knew exactly why. There was a sort of dark mirror in King and Kaidou, one that Luffy most assuredly knew well. She’d learned enough about the early days of the Straw Hats to see that. She’d watched the two for a long while before she gave them their privacy to interrogate the former Beast Pirate herself much to Otama’s frustration.

“And you were able to fight it off.” It was most assuredly an it. Whatever it was, the devil fruit or some kind of hideous possession from a yet unknown power, if Luffy had to fight it to finish the battle his way there was something deeply wrong.

He nodded again, pressing his cheek heavily against one of her arms, squishing himself to her. "Yeah."

“Can you hear anything now trying to get you to share the meat?” She pet his hair, lovingly and tenderly as her many arms held him close.

He nuzzled her arms again, shaking his head. "No, it's not there any more, I can't hear it. I think it was… whatever happened. The white stuff. Gear five."

“Gear Five.” she mused “which seems to be phenomenal power at a steep price.”

Her head rested against his “...Luffy, I’m concerned about what might happen if you use it again.”

Luffy pressed his face into her neck, and twisted so that he could barely get his muffled reply out. "Me too."

Her arms squeezed him tighter. “I don’t understand why you’re starting to feel it, either…do you think it’s tied to your devil fruit like gears two through four?”

"I don't know." He chewed thoughtfully on one of her arms for a moment. "If it was, I never noticed it before. And I practiced them a lot."

She let him chew all he wanted, soothing him with her fingers as her eyes narrowed in thought. “but this washed over you?”

"Yeah," he nodded. "I was at my limit and it just… kind of came over me."

In a moment of weakness, when his willpower was eroded by the long and brutal fight…it took him and tried to turn him into a hero. Robin’s lips grew tight.

“....” Her fingers dug a little into Luffy as she took several soft, sharp breaths.

He clung to her tightly, his own fingertips digging into her in return. "I don't wanna be a hero, Robin. You know?"

“If you were a hero, you wouldn’t be our Luffy, captain,” he whispered back, clinging tighter. “...the man who saved me from my darkness wasn’t a hero– he was a pirate. A wonderful, silly pirate in a ridiculous straw hat…who understood that sometimes you have to be selfish...”

Luffy looked up at her with his wide, dark eyes and nodded quietly. "I knew you'd understand. I don't… want to scare anybody with this stuff, but I'm worried, Robin. It scared me."

She kissed his forehead firmly.

“It’s scaring me too. But we’ll figure it out. I’ll see if I can research it, Luffy. If anything like this came up in my research into the past, or any of it.” She smiled down at him “...you know me. I’m hard to scare. I’m the scary one, right? ..I won’t let whatever this is take you.”

His bright smile returned to his face only slightly shadowed with worry, and he pressed his forehead to hers. "You're my scariest friend. And that's saying something."

“I’ll take it as a compliment then, captain.” Robin chuckled richly, her fingers finally loosening on him. “Maybe I’ll scare this thing out of you.”

He squeezed her tightly once more and then loosened his own stretchy grip. "I bet you could. But… thank you. Just for listening."

Robin could guess why it had been her that he told, and not the rest of the crew. Luffy wasn't someone who liked to admit fear, not as a man, and not as a captain. She was the one that he trusted with that fear, and trusted that she wouldn't say anything to the others.

It reminded her in a way of someone else who had once trusted her with some of his fears– though he wouldn't have used the word trust. Rather, he probably would have said he allowed himself the risk of burdening her with his thoughts.

Crocodile.

She gently thumbed Luffy’s nose, playfully as she smiled. “You know you can talk to me any time, Luffy. Your secrets are my secrets, after all.”

Nostalgia…that was the feeling that filled her chest as she smiled down at him. Nostalgia for those days in Alabasta when Crocodile ‘burdened her with his thoughts’. His concerns, doubts and anxieties about the plans to come…in some ways, Luffy and Crocodile weren’t as different as their conflict made it appear.

And just as she felt during those hot Alabastan days, so too now did she feel the warm swell of affection as she took her Captain’s anxieties to hold and help him carry their weight.

"I know."

Finally, Luffy's smile had returned to full strength, worry departed as it was shared.

Note: This is very much meant as the beginning of a longer piece, but it stands on its own for the moment as a one-shot. Thank you for reading! <3

#monkey d. luffy #nico robin #one piece #one piece au #one piece rewrite #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #fic: one piece deicide

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