#SO MANY CRABS THIS IS INSANE

[pointlessjey]

CAN YOU GUYS SEE THIS?

[sillylittlecharacters]

Isabeau, Siffrin and Mirabelle are very fun to consider in relation to each other because they're all characters who have - for different reasons and to different extents - crafted their identity for the benefit of others.

Warning: Spoilers and gratuitous theatrical metaphors below! They're light (the spoilers, not the theater imagery), but this analysis is really only for those who've finished the game.

Siffrin and Isabeau play the roles of the Funny-Jokes-Person and Team Himbo respectively - the comic relief duo, needed to keep the journey's tone light and moral high. This 'Act' is genuinely part of their personalities, but - and this is made clear in the Loops for Siffrin - they both rely on it to avoid expressing their genuine thoughts or feelings. I mean, there's a reason why it took until the DAY BEFORE THEY FOUGHT THE KING for Siffrin and Isabeau to have an 'important conversation' - these two are professionals, after all, and nothing less than a country ending catastrophe would make them break character. The difference between their performances is why they made those characters for themselves in the first place. Isabeau crafted his personality actively, to make himself as different as possible from the person he used to be. On the other hand, Siffrin, like Mirabelle, accidentally, or passively stepped into his role. (more on that in a moment)

Ah, how could we forget Mirabelle? Now, the nature of Mira's 'Act' is slightly different from our dynamic duo, as it's less to do with her personality and more to do with her status as a Saviour. Or more specifically, as the Change God's Chosen One. It's a lie she maintains, a part she plays, to give hope to the people of Vauguarde, but it wasn't one she chose. It was an accident that she was blessed, an accident that people assumed it was the Change God who did it. She's similar to Siffrin in this way: His performance is also based on how other people perceive him, only the 'other people' in his case is the party. Before Siffrin met them, he was effectively a blank slate, and he used the parties' expectations and reactions to his actions to build an identity. Take this dialogue from Act 4, fittingly found in Isa's friendship quest:

(That you didn't know how to describe yourself, you didn't know who you even were, until you said a bad pun once and he laughed so hard you thought he was going to pass out.)

Neither of them were looking for the role, but they both got type cast.

And in terms of the beauty alliance? Their biggest similarity is that they're both unsatisfied with their roles. Mirabelle hates being treated like the hero: hates the attention; the free gifts she feels like she doesn't deserve; the weight of the entire country's hopes and dreams she feels unable to carry. And Isabeau says that he hates being treated like he's stupid, hates that people assume he's brainless just because of his friendly demeanor. But they feel unable to step out of their roles, because that's what everyone needs from them, right?

(I guess this last point technically applies to Siffrin too, but that's after the Loops. Before they start, it seems like he's more than comfortable and even enjoys his role. It makes sense that he'd enjoy the feeling of having a concrete identity when he's so used to vague emptiness that comes with no memory.)

It's so fun ~!

[alexjcrowley]

My mind has been plagued by vision again I can't stop listening to (The Legend of) Miss Baltimore Crabs without thinking of Nico Rosberg

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🦀

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Steve and Eddie work together in an aquarium, and Eddie is losing his mind. He's in love, he's got the most embarrassing crush, but Steve doesn't even notice him.

They barely interact, and Eddie only knows Steve's first name. He doubts Steve knows he exists, he's just one of many tour guides (but he's amazing with kids and especially teenagers, so he's actually a great tour guide, thank you very much!)

Back to Steve. Steve, with his lean muscles, easy smile, thick hair and beautiful, but somehow sad eyes. That Steve.

The Steve who works in the aquarium as a merman.

Eddie could watch him for hours, floating in the tank with grace Eddie didn't know existed, with his sparkly yellow mermaid tail, flowing hair and chest hair, and that man can hold his breath for so long? Think of the options, the possibilities!

The mermaid show is insanely popular among all the kids and teens, even adults. His best friend Chrissy was the one who recommended Eddie to the aquarium, she's the main mermaid, and god, if Eddie wasn't gay, she'd have him at her feet. She always looks so effortless, twirling underwater in her emerald green mermaid tail, spinning around Steve. They make such a beautiful pair, it makes Eddie want to weep.

Fortunately, she's already in a happy relationship, so Steve is reportedly still single. Chrissy makes Eddie massage her feet in the evenings - he offered, they're cramping from a bad fit of the tail - and graciously answers all Eddie's reasonable questions, such as "how do his hands feel?" ("Wet. We're swimming, remember?").

She keeps telling Eddie to ask Steve out, but Eddie isn't stupid. That man is the god Poseidon himself, and Eddie is but a humble crab in his kingdom. So he admires him from afar, longing, pining and making Chrissy's head hurt.

But Steve's just so good with kids, Eddie can't keep his mouth shut. He always mutters something to Steve as he's ushering the kids away. "Great show, sweetheart," or "I love that smile, Stevie," or "need help getting that tail off?" He's only a man, and no one can hear him.

Except for a nosy tour coordinator listening in through his earpiece, Robin Buckley. She also happens to be Steve's best friend, Chrissy's girlfriend, and a menace to society.

And maybe one day she tells Steve to just smooch the tour guide, maybe she spills a few of the longing whispers and wishful stares, but she's only human too. A human who's had to listen to Steve's ramblings about the cute guy who always pulls the kids' attention like a magnet, who even through the blurry glass tank seems to be having an amazing time. Steve sometimes asks Robin for an extra earpiece and listens to the rest of Eddie's tour after the show. He loves his enthusiasm. Once Eddie even drew a heart on Steve's tank, can you imagine that, Rob?!

Maybe Robin and Chrissy have to work together to give the two idiots what they need, because Eddie considers himself too nerdy and plain for Steve, ans Steve thinks he's too dumb and shallow for Eddie.

Maybe Chrissy fakes slipping into the mermaid tank and drags Eddie with her. Maybe Robin is there and quickly gets Steve to jump after him. Maybe she makes the innocent mistake of insuating that Eddie can't swim.

And maybe, when Steve and Eddie are back on firm ground, confused and wet, Chrissy splashes them with water and asks if pretending that it's mouth to mouth resuscitation would help, or if they can finally kiss and stop pining for each other.

And one more maybe...maybe in a few weeks, when Eddie ushers the children away after the show, he kisses his palm and presses it against the tank, and watches Steve do the same, before he can give him a proper kiss after their shift.

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This is like that tsortian guy who had to pick between goddesses and started a war and then died. Or like paying the assassin's guild to kill you

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*inhume

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piss off you posh knob

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tbf I don't think the watch is wasting its time on this blue hellsite so ur probably safe there. the POSTMASTER however...

#sometimes I think only bloody stupid johnson could have come up with this fucking site

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nvm lmao 😭

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#ppl on here are actually sooooo ankh morpork centric it's insane #'EVERYONE knows webblethorpe the unconscious' who??? why the fuck should I??? #like HELLO there's other places on the disc? #and klatch is NICER like omg

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#SO TRUE KING

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Is lord vetinari gay

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Why would you ask us, a ramtops witches blog, this

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Blessings be upon this askbox

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I don't know if this is nanny pretending to be granny, or if it's actually granny, and I think I'm too scared to find out

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The Crumley's Hogswatch grotto is being advertised again but somehow I just don't think they can top last year's... like idk where they got the budget from but the real pigs?? CRAZY. my little sister asked for a pony and there was just one in the house when we got back like?? My mum was PISSED but yes talk abt Hogswatch magic. Still wonder how they pulled it off

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💖 angelofmusic

It's literally SO unfunny to be making jokes about the Opera Ghost when you all KNOW I saw so many of my friends DIE last year??? I literally have so much PTSD from it... like it's so insensitive you're all actually the WORST

#vent #don't rb #some of you will say ANYTHING for a cheap laugh :(

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My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “narrative causality” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw the Duc turn into a frog

My buddy Mrs Pleasant, pacing: Lilith de Tempscire is lying to us

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[ech0thegeck0]

God. this show makes me so emotional when i watch it like… how do these adults performing as kids in a dnd campaign say so many lines that just wrench my heart out?? “that is the love of my life” Kristen saving Riz instead of herself, “i trust fig will find me” riz’s conversations with his dad, “are you okay with us showing this picture of your dad all the time” “yeah! i love seeing my dad, hes been gone a long time” GOD, adaines conversations with her sister, any mention of the neglect adaine went through, “kristen sacrificed herself for me..”, Fabian finding his true self after being in a severe depression, but they also say so many just insanely funny lines too “did yall…fuuuuck?”, “FIG GOT HER KISSES IN?”, “Get the tinkerers to make the tinctures in the tinkerer tent?” “tremendous!”, “Im gonna punch my dad in the face”, “IM A LITTLE SHRIMP”, “GORGUGS DOING A CRAB STAND” honestly the entire shrimp party bit GOD i love them

[pmpknsoup]

isat fake-posting but its just

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AITA for trapping myself in a prison of my own making?

I, (27, N-B) recently trapped myself and my family (25, M), (21, F) (45, F??) (10, N-B) in a seemingly endless timeloop brought on because i selfishly didnt want our time together to end. i had to die countless times to figure out what was trapping me in time, it sort of drove me insane, and i ended up seriously hurting my family's feelings. theyve all forgiven me, and all agree that while i was out of line, i was apparently "traumatized" and that it wasnt my fault that i lashed out at them.

i think theyre being too lenient with me, but i cant convince them!!

#aita #i mean im pretty sure i am #i just ... want an outside perspective #sorry for any bad grammar vaugardian isnt my first language

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is it insensitive to say vaugardians are just. Like That?? LMAO

#sorry that happened op #i mean if this is real #im assuming it is because #after what happened to vaugarde #anythings possible

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As someone who's half-Vaugardian, can confirm we're just Like That. I wouldn't be surprised if they managed to blame themselves, somehow

#not pierre #sorry for so many not pierre posts in a row but this unfreezing business is crazy and my dash is flooded #aita #nta #su speaks

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Digging Vaugardians on what's clearly a vent post is crazy work actually!!!

#rb #tw self hatred talk #← (from ops post)

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yall isnt op one of the crabbing saviors

#WHY IS NO ONE COMMENTING ON THIS #I THINK THEYRE THE BLIND ONE

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"the blind one" ableism isnt cute...

#change its always tbmfiha series fans #get a personality your series sucks

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hwat

#i forgot abt this post #its been weeks can people stop reblogging this,

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

Stede Bonnet, Renaissance Man (Or an Exceptional Man who Thinks He’s Mediocre)

I’ve posted before about Stede’s love of beauty. He’s an aesthete, finding wonder in art and creative self-care rather than the transcendental. Stede’s a freethinker. He challenges the orthodoxies of his time, rejecting forced heteronormative behaviours, and even questioning the accepted traditions of piracy.

The thing about Stede is he often asks ‘why?’ It’s partly what makes him dangerous to some. This slant towards subversion is much of what Izzy observes and detests. It’s one of many reasons Stede must be kept from Ed. Like a number of Renaissance-style thinkers before him, Stede refuses to go along with the status quo. He is ‘doing something original’, questioning dogma. Many find it ridiculous, bizarre even. And it’s significant that instead Ed finds Stede enchanting, because it demonstrates who Ed might be given the chance to find his own path.

Stede is also a polymath and likely an autodidact - I doubt he learned about ‘insane foliage’ at school. He is self-motived and seems to have knowledge across a broad spectrum of disciplines. Literature, drama, botany, entomology, psychology, art, textiles. Stede’s very much about the life of the mind.

And he’ll approach areas at which he’s not so gifted, such as cartography and sword-fighting, with the enthusiasm of a dilettante; when he can’t succeed the traditional way, he simply subverts the discipline and does it his own. However, the most important thing for me in defining Stede as a Renaissance man is his humanism. People are front and centre. Sometimes that person is himself, and he loses sight of others. But it’s okay as that’s the point. Humanism is partly about being a messy individual who can do better. And Stede is someone who can learn and alter his position when circumstances change. He might not do so in the best way all of the time, but he is a quick-learner and highly-adaptable.

Stede also understands that no culture or institution is bigger than the people within it. The most important thing is human dignity - it’s what he shows and teaches Ned’s crew: that they deserve to be respected as people. Stede also has a strong moral core. When he messes up, he feels it deeply. He demonstrates strong ethics towards the natural world too - he’s absolutely disgusted by turtle vs. crab. Stede believes not so much in human superiority, but human responsibility, and this is the flip side of having dignity as a human being.

Another aspect of Stede’s humanism is his belief that culture should be accessible to all. Some of this might be naivety on Stede’s part rather than a well-thought out philosophy, but he believes in it intuitively. Stede wants the crew to have access to his library despite not recognising they can’t all read. He gives them musical instruments and sports facilities - he’s interested in what makes people flourish. And Stede practically invents art therapy!

His ship is also a safe-space for human relationships to blossom - romantic, platonic, and in between. Zheng’s ship might appear to offer collective harmony, but it’s mandated and dogmatically applied. Opting out of morning tai chi for a 24-hour shagathon might be viewed as an act of dissent. No such big brother is judging you on Stede’s Revenge.

And all of this is because of the man Stede is, and the influence he has on those around him. Sometimes it falls on deaf ears. Many don’t like what Stede’s offering. Others actively rebel against it. But anyone with an ounce of goodness will get what Stede Bonnet is about and embrace it. Stede doesn’t seem to understand his own power, it comes from such an authentic place. For me, it makes him all the more endearing.

[yayll]

Could you maybe write smth up. About literally spoiling Dazai. Because i want to sit him down on the couch and kiss his pretty fucking face and buy him everything he even glances at.!! Hold his hand on walks, take him to like roooftops to stargaze and stuff and just stare at his PRETTY AHH FACE instead. Kiss his forehead goodnight!!! Cook him stuff and cuddle him and kiss him (again)!!!!....

Im lonely and past the point of no return sorry shdkhdkfjf

HIIII there, angel! i'm so sorry this took me a bit, but umm... i kind of went insane with this concept i read your ask and i immediately just blacked out because oh do i feel the same way about this god forsaken man.. and HEAVY on the spoiling. ahh, i hope it's to your liking, and i hope it makes u feel less lonely :') it was such a pleasure to write my first request xx

~ a little something about cherishing Dazai on days he needs it the most ~

Spoiling Dazai. Now there's something you can proudly admit to being happily guilty of. You couldn't count the times you've held him for hours after a terrible day at work, or made sure he had more than just canned crab and a few bottles of Sake. You'd do anything for him to be comfortable in his own skin, and you want to make sure he knows how much you adore him... that he knows he's allowed to take up space in the world too. You're also aware that he would rather die than to ever elaborate on the vague and dismissive little comments he makes about the debilitating weight of all of his past mistakes, the ones that make him resentful and tired when it really gets to him, but that never deters you.

You've put the pieces together long enough to understand that it's not easy being Osamu Dazai, no matter what silly mask he puts on for the world. He hasn't always been a good person, an exemplary man, and you're more than well aware of that. Still, he doesn't have to be the jester who's always entertaining the masses at his own expense.

You remind him that he isn't cursed forever, that he IS worthy of flesh and blood, and when you kiss him it's like you're absolving him of all sins... you make him new again. He is utterly bewitched by you and you feel it in the way he comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, squeezing your waist just enough to let you know your warmth is the reason his own blood circulates. Or when he whispers the most silliest and unhinged things in your ear late at night so you'll curl up those precious lips into a smile... Just for him. He gets off on the happiness he gives you, simple as that. He already feels he doesn't deserve to hold on to such a good life, but he's nothing if not defiant, and he'll squeeze out every little bit of love within that void of a heart for as long as you'll have him.

But... Today is your turn to love him so much it actually hurts, It's what he gets for being a menace 24/7! That is why you chose to make sure he has an extra special day today, by bringing him out of his comfort zone with a... mystery date!

"Oh? And to what do I owe the pleasure of being courted by such a beautiful creature such as yourself on this fine day?"

Dazai sips on his tea, eyes narrowing as they peer at you from the teacup curiously. You flash him a cheeky grin, already plotting your mission to make him so flustered he can't even look at you later.

"I thought we could go out somewhere and spend some time outside... Since we've both been so busy lately. Wouldn't that be nice?"

He raises a brow, and gives you a knowing smile back. Dazai's freakishly omnipotent in that way, and it's one of the many reasons you can never truly know if your surprises land or not.

"Mmm, it could be. Where to, my love?"

"... It's a secret."

He then pretends something has hit his chest, and he grips it, dramatically throwing himself back onto the chair causing his tea to flop about in the teacup.

"Oh my, is today the day you finally take me out and end it all?! I don't know if I can take the deceit, the absolute betrayal... What an occasion-"

You cut him off with your index finger as you place it right on his lips, zipped tight and his eyes burn into you, waiting for your next words. He eats this shit up.

"Shush! Let's go."

And with that, you grab your coats and zoom out and into the day. It's one of those days where It's cloudy, but the sun still peaks out just enough to send down warm rays of light. As you walk hand in hand, you see the way those very rays hit Dazai's side profile in the most devastating way.

You want to take a photo but you don't want to ruin the moment, so you quickly tip toe and peck him on the cheek, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks. He blinks for a few seconds, still facing forward, and you swear you can see the highs of his cheeks turn red. You end up tugging him to follow you to the park, smiling to yourself in triumph as he recovers.

You walk to a quiet part, and plop yourselves down next to each other on the soft grass. Still holding hands, you rub your thumb in circles over his bandaged fingers, silently looking up at the cloudy sky. Finally, Dazai is the one to break the silence.

"Love used to always be an empty four letter word to me, but you..."

He pauses for a moment, swallowing hard as he tries to feign composure.

"... You are, by far, my greatest love, and my most beloved weakness altogether."

You were supposed to be the one to sweep him off his feet today, now your vision is blurry and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You slowly sit up, and look down at him, noticing that his eyes are closed. He looks like a sleeping beauty. Your chest aches, and you wonder if this is the same type of ache he lives with on the daily. You murmur, studying the way his messy bangs frame his face, and his expression unreadable.

"That's not fair, Osamu..."

"You sound so pretty when you say it like that... Osamu."

You swallow hard, and curse him in your mind for being the man that he is. For being all you've ever yearned for. You look down at your watch, and check the time, heart beating wildly.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

"... It's fifteen till 5."

"Mm, why does that matter?" Dazai purrs as he squeezes your hand, eyes still closed.

"It always matters. Any time with you matters. You matter, Osamu."

You spend the rest of the evening nuzzled into one another, whispering secrets and trying to name constellations and giggling when you can't figure them out. He lets you kiss him silly, his eyes closed the entire time while you also toy with his hair and the nape of his neck; where you smooth over the soft fabric of his bandages and his skin, giving him goosebumps. Your touch is a sensory heaven. He's dreaming of you while awake. You'll always wake him up from the nightmares, from what cannot be undone.

When it gets too cold to stay out, you head back home and cook him whatever he asks for as he rests his chin on his palm, gazing at you with those unreadable dark eyes... always thinking too much. Always somewhere else. This time, however, you could tell he was present. He would eat sewage if you poured it for him with that loving manner of yours. You finally crawl into bed together, and Dazai cradles your face in between his hands, facing you. He mumbles, so soft.. so tender. It's a tone only you get to hear.

"It really is selfish of me to think I can have this and more."

"Desire isn't bad, Osamu."

"Mm, no, I suppose not. But it's not always wise to have desire, not for someone like me. I can't afford that."

You hear the genuine ache in his voice, and you lean in to kiss his forehead, a gentle kiss that stays planted for a few seconds before you pull back.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing, love?~" He whispers, his voice a little strained as he looks at you with those eyes, those beautiful and endless orbs of cosmic proportions that are going to consume you one day. Hopefully.

"I think so. I'm being selfish."

You smile faintly, and you proceed to make sure that you end the night the way he deserves, the way you wanted to spoil him.

[sea-lanterns]

Im curious- are there any genshin women who you think embody the "she's so fucking hot...AND RESPECTUFULLLLLLL!" Meme?

Like- they are hot enough to get away with murdering someone if they wanted but they treat you like an absolute queen <3

Navia

Okay but in all seriousness; JEAN. JEAN GUNNHILDR. JEAN THE QUEEN. HER. And definitely Dehya, Arlecchino, Clorinde and Sara too, BUT MOSTLY JEAN.

Jean is just so hot and so fucking respectful. She’d treat her woman like a QUEEN. Idk why but yk how you have to peel the shell off shrimp to eat it? Yeah. Jean peels the shrimp for you. She cracks open the crab legs for you and feeds them to you because you’re her Queen. She spoils you so much but why shouldn’t she? This knight wants to serve you so much, it’s insane 🥺

Ofc, there are many other Genshin women who would be very respectful and loving to you too, but no one does it like Jean. The woman who opens your shrimps for you <3

[short-circuit-the-great]

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I love these crabs immensely and I am spamming the summon crab button like a madman

Thank you for the crustaceans

[hanniebaeee]

Taste of Love

Lee Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, cravings

Genre: strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff

Summary: You have been craving so many random things recently. Your best friend Mila is a believer of the soulmates theory - everyone has their own way of meeting theirs. Mila thinks yours will be through food.

You wake up in the middle of the night, craving an extra cheesy pizza. This has been happening too often lately. Craving very specific things, in the most inappropriate of times.

Your best friend Mila believes in soulmates. A lot of people do. And she keeps saying its because your soulmate must be having some very interesting food out there. Hence the craving. You hardly believed any of it. If this was actually true, why didn't this craving thing happen before? Why now all of a sudden?

Mila had a theory for that too. It's because these things get stronger and stronger and unbearably so, when they're really close and your first glimpse of them is just around the corner.

But, what does it have anything to do with love?!, you thought. Well, here you are, craving hotdogs and crab and rice cakes in class or late at night.

One night, things got so difficult, you were literally in tears.

'But I need to have a wrap right now! Like RIGHT NOW!!' You wail.

'This is fucking insane. If I ever find that guy of yours,  I'm going to fucking murder him!' Mila cried. 'It's fucking 2:30 am, Y/N.'

'Please!' you begged. 'I'll owe you. Please.'

'Fine fine!' Mila sighed, searching what place was open at this ungodly hour.

She found a little shop that was open and quickly grabbed her car keys. Throwing on jackets above your pyjamas, you set off to find this restaurant.

'I never knew of this place before.' Mila said,  pulling in at the parking lot.

You didn't care. You just wanted to eat. You were at the counter and saw the menu held way too many wraps. You hadn't eaten any of them before and you were nervous seeing all the options.

'So?' Mila asked. 'What's it gonna be?'

You bite your lip, feeling totally stupid. You had no idea what you wanted, but it felt like your body would shut down if you didn't eat that fucking wrap.

'I don't know!' You wail, looking around.

'What the hell do you mean, you don't know?!' Mila asked with narrowed eyes, giving you a sharp glare.

Your eyes fell on two men sitting at a table near the window. The third man, with a wrap in hand stood beside them, chewing away. He seemed to be enjoying his meal, his tongue peeping out to pick up the extra sauce from his bottom lip.

'That.' You said looking at him.

'What?' Mila asked, eyeing them. 'Y/N?'

Your feet were already taking you to him, with a helpless Mila in tow.

'Hi.' You said with an embarrassed smile.

The blond haired man looked at you with his mouth full of food. He swallowed quickly and said, 'Sorry, hi?'

'May I ask, what are you eating?' You asked, hoping you didn't look as crazy as you felt.

You felt Mila's right grip on your arm. You were usually a very socially awkward person and would never talk to people unless it was absolutely necessary. And so, you didn't know why this was happening.

The man gave you the name, and you almost dashed to the counter to order your food. Mila (and the guy) watched in amusement as you took a bite and let out the most satisfied moan.

'Wow. That was some craving.' Mila said, sipping her drink. 'I think it's him. Either that or you're magically pregnant and didn't even know.'

'What?' You asked through a mouthful. 'Who?'

'Don't you see? We never knew of this place! Yet we came! And you had to eat what HE was having! It all fits!'

You stared at Mila, dumbfound. You turned to the boys slowly, looking at the particular guy. He was tall and lean, with the most playful smile you've ever seen. His beautiful honey skin was sprinkled with just the right amount of freckles.

As if he sensed your eyes on him, he looked at you and smiled. Shooting him a nervous smile, you turned back, chewing frantically. Mila can't be right!

'You stop it with your soulmate thing, OK? It doesn't exist!' You scold Mila, who just scoffed at you.

'Whatever, Y/N, but I KNOW it's Wrap-Boy.' she said with a giggle.

They left before you did, and the freckled man gave you a quick wink on his way out. You hated to even think Mila's concept was real, but he set your heart racing. You wouldn't mind if he was indeed your soulmate. He was gorgeous. You turned back to your food once they left,  the fact that you may never see him again sinking in.

'How about these ones?' You said, pointing at a tray of pretty powder pink macarons.

'They look so good!' Mila said, asking for two of them to taste. You were in and out of bakeries the whole day, tasting macarons. Mila wanted the perfect ones for her sisters baby shower. You ended up trying so many flavours from so many bakeries, you thought you would throw up with another bite.

You sigh as Mila tested one. Her face went through an array of expressions as she chewed. You glanced around the bakery, taking in all the other yummy treats as the door to the bakery opened making the little bell above the door jingle. Turning around to look casually, you freeze. No way.

The person walking in was wearing a simple light blue shirt and jeans, his long blond hair in a bun. Looking as good as he did that night, only brighter, literally glowing in the daylight. If anything was different, it would be the look of distress on his face.

Mila noticed your sudden change, and followed your line of vision and said, 'Wrap-Boy!'

He went straight to the counter and said, 'I would like some macarons please.'

You stood staring, your body feeling hot and cold all at the same time.

'Macarons!!' Mila squealed in delight. 'I told you!'

You felt your cheeks heat up as the few customers in the shop stared at you and Mila. More than anything,  he was staring at you.

'Why, Mila.' You whispered, wilting with embarrassment. 'Why?'

He made his way towards you, and said, 'You're -'

'Yeah, hi.' That was all you could manage to say. You both look at each other, a blushing stuttering mess.

His eyes bore into yours as he tried to study your face. There was a warm familiarity that you weren't able to ignore.

'What macaron is that?' he asked, eyeing the paper plate in your hand.

'Would you like to try?' You asked, giving him your untouched plate.

Eyes still on yours, he munched on the goodie a smile spreading on his face.

'This is amazing' he said, his deep voice setting your heart on fire.

Mila looked so happy, she could've cried. She placed an order for the exact same macarons and said, 'Can I ask you something. Just for research purposes.'

'Mila.' You said in a warning tone.

'Did you have an unbearable craving for macarons?' Mila asked innocently, ignoring you completely.

'Mila, come on!' You said, shaking your head. She could be weird with you, ok. But not with this achingly handsome stranger!

'I did!' said Wrap-Boy with wide eyes. 'How did you know?!'

'Oh, just a hunch.' Mila said, smugly. Then she passed on a small box of macroons to him.

'Oh no, you don't have to. I'm good, Thanks.' he said, shaking his head, cheeks turning pink.

'Please, you'll need them today.' Mila said and you feel your whole body blaze with heat.

He gave you both a questioning look.

'Will it be really weird if I invite you to my sister's baby shower? Like, it's also her birthday, so technically, it's a birthday party, with a surprise baby shower. Would it be weird? Will you come?' Mila asked, like it's the most normal thing to do.

'Um.' he looked absolutely lost. 'I mean, we don't even know each other. So, won't that be weird?' He asked, eyes moving from you to Mila, back to you.

'Mila, darling, what the hell are you doing?' You ask, giving him an apologetic look. 'I'm so sorry.'

'Oh no, please, there's nothing to be-' Mila cut him off quickly saying, 'We can solve that problem. I'm Mila. This is Y/N. You are?'

'I'm Felix.' He said. 'I'm sorry, is there something going on here? Or do you always invite strangers to your parties?'

'My dear Felix, I'm trying to test a theory, here.' Mila started. 'Gimmie a chance yeah?'

Felix laughed. A beautiful deep laugh you didn't expect. He was an angel with the voice of a demon. Your eyes land on his pretty plump lips, oh, he was so so pretty! You didn't know if you were simply biased at this point.

'And since we are no longer strangers, you will have to come to my party. You can be Y/N's date.'

He looks at you, no longer protesting.

'Is that ok?' He asked.

Every time your eyes meet, you're a little bit more fond of his little freckles and that kind smile.

'Yeah, ok.' You said and Mila is so happy, like as if you said yes to marrying him.

'But for Y/N's sake, I hope you're not a serial killer or a -' Mila gave him a sheepish smile.

'Me? Oh no. No, I'm not.' He laughed.

'So what are you?' Mila asked.

'I'm a musician. I have a little band and things back in Seoul.' He said smiling.

'Oh wow. Really? You're a celebrity?!' Mila squeaked.

He just looked embarrassed now.

'Oh no, nothing like that.' He said, blushing. And the look on Mila's face made him ask, 'You're gonna Google me, aren't you?'

'Am I that obvious?' Mila asked with a laugh.

Felix laughed too, and you were lost in that beautiful sound.

You meet Felix near Mila's sister's house and go in together. Mila's sister was just like Mila, welcoming Felix to the party like she had known for years now. You just smile, knowing that Felix just made two best friends for life.

You were on the quieter side, hanging back, watching everyone and mostly being part of a conversation only when you didn't have to initiate it. Felix caught on immediately and then, he didn't leave your side at all. You were embarassed and you tried to tell him that it was alright, but he wouldn't have it.

'I'm your date. Can't leave you. You know?' He said with a shrug.

You had a permanent blush on your face, trying not to show how much his presence had you worked up. After a while, he asked, 'So, are you gonna tell me what I'm doing here?'

'What?' You asked, you heart thumping away.

'Darling, I know something is going on. That day at the restaurant? Then the bakery? There is something. Isn't there?'

'Felix, Mila can be silly sometimes-' You try to dismiss it, but Felix just raised an eyebrow, giving you a look. 'I'm sorry you had to come. And I'm sorry if you're bored. You can leave whenever you want.'

'Y/N, I'm not bored. At all. I like talking to you. Besides, I wouldn't have come if I really didn't want to. I just know that you two are up to something. And it has something to do with me.' Felix said and you felt guilty.

Mila came by to your rescue just then, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

'Come on, we're gonna cut the cake now.' Mila said, taking your hand and Felix's, and leading you into the crowd. You did your best to not be left alone with Felix again. By the end of the day, when Felix was ready to leave, you were sad again. What if this was really the last time you saw him?

Felix found himself unable to look away from you. He thought you were so pretty, and he loved how shy you were. And he didn't want to leave you. He would have to go back to Seoul in a couple of weeks and he didn't know when he could come back next. So he mustered all his courage and asked you for your number.

You froze for a moment before nodding yes and holding out your hand. He placed his phone in your hand with a grin and watched as you save your number in his phone. He gave you a ring so you could save his number as well and then you went your separate ways.

'Heyy, I got the pictures from the party!' Mila announced, walking into your room. 'I'll send them to you. Please share them with Felix yeah? He said he wanted them.'

You look through the pictures and smile as you come across a few of you and Felix. He looked so cute in pink. And your pictures together looked so good. You sent him some and he texted back almost immediately.

Felix: These are great!

Felix: Thanks for sending them, Y/N

Y/N: No problem😊

Y/N: How are you, Felix?

Felix: I'm good, thanks. You?

Y/N: I'm good too

Y/N: Are you still here? Or back home?

Felix: I have a week left before I leave

You really wished that you had the courage to tell him how much you liked him. True that you didn't know him at all, but isn't love strange?

Felix: Y/N?

You look down at your phone, realizing that you had left him on read.

Y/N: Sorry, something came up

Felix: Busy I see

Y/N: Not really

Y/N: Just hungry I guess

Felix: You know what, I'm hungry too

Felix: Let's go get some dinner. If that's ok?

You stare at your phone before screaming. Mila had the fright of her life, and came running into your room. You push your phone to her and she screams in excitement.

'Say yes. SAY YES!' She said, eyes glowing.

Y/N: Sure. Let's do it.

Felix: Great! I'll come pick you up. We'll decide something on the way.

Y/N: Ok

Felix: See you in an hour?

Y/N: Sounds good👍

You were way too nervous. Mila helped you get ready and Felix was at your doorstep with a bouquet of pink tulips.

'Hello beautiful.' He said sweetly, making you combust on the spot.

'Hello Felix.' You said with a smile, accepting the flowers and inviting him in. You walk into the kitchen to find a vase to place the flowers in. When you come out, you find Mila and Felix in a conversation. Felix was frowning a bit, but seeing you, he smiled again.

'Take care of my Y/N, got it? I'm just lending her to you for a few hours.' Mila said, squeezing you in a hug. 'You have a good time, ok?'

'Yes, ma'am.' Felix said with a grin and you both leave.

'So, what are we having?' Felix asked. 'Any favorites?'

You weren't in the mood for anything fancy so you decide on a pasta place that you have been wanting to try for a while. You both order a few different things and share. Felix was so sweet and caring, it didn't feel like you had just met.

He had even called his bandmates and introduced you to them all, and they were so excited to talk to you. It warmed your heart so much that thinking about him leaving in just another week made your heart sink.

'So, if you leave, when do you get to visit again?' You asked, trying not to sound too heartbroken.

'I try to come whenever I get the time. We usually don't get long vacations. Just a week or two every now and then.' Felix said.

Your heart breaks when he drops you home, tells you how much fun he had and he will miss you when he has to go back. Your voice shakes when you tell him that you'll miss him too. He lingers for a moment,then places a quick peck on your cheek before walking away.

You are sad and frustrated and everything else in between for the next two days. And then you are craving again. Such intense cravings at that. This made you angry. You are sobbing in your room when Mila finds you. Wiping your tears with the sleeve of your top, you look at her.

'I'm fine. Ok? Just fine.' You said, standing up. Quickly pulling on a pair of jeans and a jacket, you decide to go out.

'Where are you going Y/N?' Mila asked.

'Out.' You said. 'I think I'll fall dead if I don't eat some brownies right fucking now.'

'Brownies?' Mila asked.

You just hum in response and grab your purse to head out. You were pulling on your shoes when you heard the doorbell. You open the door and see Felix smiling at you. This would probably be the most pleasant sight you've ever laid your eyes upon.

'Felix, hi.' You said, stepping aside to let him in. His smile falters when he sees your teary eyes.

'Y/N, we're you crying? Are you ok?' He asked, stepping closer to you, his worry evident on his face.

'I'm ok, I'm sorry. I am not -' you stuttered, eyes filling up again. 'Why don't you sit and talk to Mila. I will be back in a minute, ok?'

'Where are you going?' He asked, looking around for Mila.

'I have this crazy craving for brownies. I've been craving them since the morning. I NEED some. I can't explain this, ok. I'll just be quick.' You said, but quickly fell silent as Felix held out a box to you.

'You were craving brownies?' He said in a small voice, like he was finding it difficult to believe. His eyes drifted past you to Mila and back to you.

'What's this?' You ask and he opens the box for you.

You're silent again, staring at the brownies he got you.

'I've been making them with my sisters all morning.' He said. 'I wanted to bring some for you earlier, but -'

He watched as you took the box from him.

'You made these?' You asked, tears blurring your vision.

'Yeah, I did.' He said and he looks nervous as you take a bite. Then you are crying. Felix makes a bold move and puts his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as you cried.

'Tell me this is real. I'll believe you.' You cry. 'I've been feeling like an idiot, craving things I've never even tried before. And then you're here and I don't know what's happening.'

'Baby, please don't cry.' Felix said, rocking you gently in his arms. 'I want to believe it's true, too. I didn't when Mila told me. But it's a little too much of a coincidence, yeah? And I really don't care if it's true or not, 'coz I know I like you. I want to give us a try.'

'You're leaving. What happens then?' You asked, tears streaming down your tired face.

'Sweetheart, we can figure it out. Ok?' Felix said softly. 'I promise we will. Can you please stop crying now?'

You wipe your tears away, and take a good look at him.

'Y/N. I'm sorry. I feel like this is all my fault.' Mila said sadly. 'I feel so stupid! I never really stopped believing in my grandma's stories. I-I'm sorry if I confused you.'

'No. No, don't.' You say, hugging your friend. 'I'm not mad at you ok? I just want to know if it's real.'

The restaurant was so pretty, lit with a golden glow of the yellow lights and it was so peaceful. You sat with Felix on one side and Mila on the other. You couldn't keep the smile off your face as Felix held your hand in his under the table. It felt so childish, but also so so romantic.

Mila was ranting on about something, but no one was actually listening. You and Felix just shared timid glances and smiled so much. His fingers intertwined with your, his thumb rubbing at your skin gently. You loved it.

And then all of a sudden, Mila yelled. You watch as she holds up her hand and a little red mark begins to spread on the smooth skin of her wrist.

'What the hell?!' Felix said, looking at the mark that had magically appeared on her hand.

'Is that a rash? Are you feeling ok?' You asked, examining the mark.

Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened, and a tall man stepped out. He was wearing a black apron and was holding his right hand up.

'Soobin! I burnt my hand! Where's the first aid box?' The man called out, and the three of you stare at the red burn mark on his wrist. The exact replica of Mila's mark.

Mila puts her hand over her mouth, staring at the man. You look at Felix, before covering your mouth with both hands.

'It's true?! It's actually true?!' You cry out.

'What?!' Mila squeals, before standing up and hugging you over the table.

The man in the apron is now staring at you all, and you sit down, blushing.

'Is he my soulmate?! Am I gonna get injured every time HE does?!' Mila whisper screams.

'What?!' Felix joins in.

'Oh my god! You get the food and I get the pain?! So unfair!' Mila wailed, making you roll your eyes.

'You should be thankful that you have a soulmate with your level of psycho.' You said and Mila swats you across the table with her napkin.

'Calm down ladies, he's coming over.' Felix informed you and both of you sit back.

'Sorry about that. Are you guys ready to order yet?' He asked, bringing out a little tablet from his pocket.

Mila and you are studying the man closely as Felix placed your orders. He steps back after Felix hands the menu over.

'I want to ask him his name!' Mila said. 'I mean, I should right?'

'Why didn't you just ask him? You didn't mind ambushing me at all.' Felix said.

'Hey, you're not my soulmate. But he's potentially mine.' Mila said. 'I have to be careful.'

Just then, the guy was back and he seemed a bit embarrassed, but he asked, 'Aren't you Felix? I'm sorry, I had to ask.'

'Yeah, I am. Hi.' Felix said, blushing, but standing up and shaking hands with the guy.

'Oh wow! I'm Yeonjun. I've heard your music-'

'Yeonjun!' You mouthed to Mila who was absolutely, lost in him.

A few months later:

You wait, nervous and excited all at the same time. Even though you spoke every single day he was away, the thought of having him in front of you was overwhelming.

'I am so nervous, Mila, I can't even breathe.' You complain.

'Don't worry, that look on his face says he's not planning to let you breathe anyway.' Mila laughs before getting off the car. You watch as Yeonjun, who was leaning against the car waves and hugs Felix before taking his backpack from him. Felix then hugs Mila before getting into the car.

You freeze as you watch him get his mask off and then yours away. Then pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you. Months of not being able to touch you or kiss you had him craving you.

'I missed you so much.' He mumbled against your lips.

'I missed you too, baby.' You said, kissing him again.

When you were both satisfied for the moment, Yeonjun and Mila joins you in the car.

'So, what next?'

'Let's go to that wrap place.' Felix suggested. 'You haven't been there, have you Yeonjun?'

'Nope' said Yeonjun, starting the car.

And that's where you went. Where it all started.

[witchthewriter]

(𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    

Warnings: Mentions of Davy Jones’ locker, death, violence and piracy (yay!)

a/n: message me/comment if you want to be tagged in any of my posts x 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

🌿ENTP 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Sagittarius Rising  

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:  

How’s It Gonna End by Tom Waits

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・It wasn’t easy being with Jack, then again, it wouldn’t have been easy being with you either - 

・Over the years you had gotten into a flow - knowing each other’s quirks, your wants and desires; vices and virtues. 

・When other people are around you - that’s when it isn’t easy. Because all they see is two people on a whole other planet - you have inside jokes, lingo, a way of communicating that others can’t comprehend quick enough

・And when Jack gets attention from others ... you have to admit, you do get a little jealous. Okay, a lot jealous. 

・Especially when he’s around women, he can’t help but flirt back. And it’s taken a while for him to learn to cut it out

・Captain Jack Sparrow has always been known for his extravagance, his over-the-top nature. And you’re known for your chaos, your unruly nature; and of  course your clumsiness. 

・But somehow your clumsiness is always connected to luck. Knocking something over will somehow lead to a distraction where you’re able to escape later on. 

・You found each other in your youth. Constantly rescuing each other by chance - destiny always found a way for you to run into each other 

・The stories you could tell! 

・The amount of times you’ve pulled each other from the brink are countless

・Where one went, the other was always soon to follow

・You have no idea how many times you both faced the gallows

・They didn’t seem all that frightening now 

・You loved the Black Pearl just as much as Jack. You saw her as your freedom.

・When Jack was pulled from your world into Davy Jones’ locker, you went straight in there with him. 

・The Kraken was the easy part. The time spent in that godforsaken desert was hell. Literal hell. 

・Unluckily, you didn’t end up in the same place. 

・Davy knew Jack would be fine if you were with him, so he separated the both of you. 

・And in the time frame, Jack had inched closer to insanity - not having you by his side made his mind plunge into instability 

・You thought it was fun ... at first (insanity was/is second nature to you.)

・But Davy had more tricks up his sleeve, ones that he somehow knew would get to you

・Then little crabs started appearing. 

     “Aw rocks.” You said out loud, moving to lay down and gaze at the perfectly rounded sphere.

“Oh, not rocks. Rocks with legs-”

・And when they moved, you followed 

・ “Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU REAL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ‘ERE?” Jack bellowed from the moving Black Pearl

     “YOU JUMPED, I JUMPED.” 

“Oh yes, Kraken. I remember now, he was a slimey smelly big thing wasn’t he-”

・You found your way on deck and Jack swooped you into his arms. He held you close against him, holding one hand on the back of your head. 

・Now others think it weird, but Jack likes to smell you. So when you were nuzzled in his arms, he did exactly that

・ When you found everyone on the beach, you nearly ran to Tia Dalma. She’s been a close friend throughout the years. 

・You didn’t feel any resentment towards Elizabeth. Holding onto grudges didn’t make sense in your line of work. 

・And you kept her secret. 

・The relationship with you and Jack means you share a lot of the same enemies. 

・Barbossa, the man who marooned the two of you on separate islands, had come back to save you from Davy Jones Locker. It made you laugh. You actually audibly laughed when you saw him

・Although you did like Jack the monkey

・Will was ... less than enthused to see you

・Only because he thought you were bat sh*t crazy

・But Elizabeth could only blush - she didn’t look you in the eye until a week later

・You were present during the meeting of the Bretheren Court. And were incredibly excited to see Jack’s father again. 

・Back in the day he and yourself hit it off nearly instantly. He thought you would have made a brilliant Pirate Lord, if only you weren’t so clumsy

・To Jack’s disbelief you wanted a war with the East India Trading Company

    “They’ve taken too much from us, Jack.”

・Yet again, destiny had spared you. The fight with Davy Jones and Beckett had caused many casualties, but neither you or Jack had been hurt

・You were able to sail away... until Gibbs had fallen asleep and the Pearl was stolen yet again

・Jack has mastered how to patch you up; cuts, burns, bullet wounds etc. In another life, he would have made a great healer. And when you brought how talented he is with remedies and such, he said: “Love, I’m only good at this because I’m looking after you. I couldn’t care about anyone else.” 

・Jack likes listening to you read out loud. But most of the time you get bored of the story and start making things up, while still holding the book so Jack has no idea what the real plot of the story is ... 

・Many might think you two have a treasure cove of riches. But really you just have a small tockens of each other on your persons

・He has a trinket that you found many years ago in his hair, twisted around a dreadlock

・You wear a ring of his. He gave it to you as a sign of his affection and love. A little like a promise ring

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Drama Queen (Jack) x Drama Queen x3 (You)

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You say to Jack) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Jack replies to You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You’re His Lucky Charm

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖:  

Love, Pet, Sweetheart, Sunshine. 

Jack likes to make nicknames up on the spot as well, especially when he wants to cheer you up. He’ll string two random words together and they may not even be sweet - but the way he says it ... he can make anything sound sensual. 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch and Gift Giving

Jack is big on words. But what really gets to him is when you compliment him - when the words are coming from you, they mean something. People might think Jack is a touchy feely guy; but he’s really not. He’s calculating with how he touches you - moving hair behind your ear, being the big spoon, dancing with you. His favourite love language is gift giving both giving and receiving. He absolutely ADORES presents. Especially all things sparkly. 

Tagged: @sardonic-the-writer, @roguesknights.

[sixeyescurseuser]

Thinking about figure skater Gojo who tirelessly trains to qualify and compete at the next Olympic Games.

Gojo is such a legend in the skating world, very well known for his jaw-dropping, difficult performances, handsome looks, and charming personality! He was built for the spotlight.

Naturally, he has many global fans, fan accounts, and ordinary people who follow his career.

People who meet Gojo in-person after having only seen him on tv are shocked at how tall he is, yet manages to skate so well. All those triple and quad axels? And the amount of grace and power he skates with is insane considering his build. 

Once, an interviewer asks Gojo what other skaters he admires? Gojo talks about a few current big names, then sneaks in a mention of, “Oh, Suguru is also in my list , hehe.”

The interviewer chuckles alongside him, yet can’t help but ask, “Suguru…who?”

Later, Geto Suguru nearly spits out his water while watching the interview posted on Youtube. He doesn’t hesitate to text his boyfriend.

Geto: “Why do you keep bringing me up? I literally just skated in high school 😭”

Gojo sends back an old video of Geto’s skating routine from a regional competition: ❤️❤️

Geto: “WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE THIS?”

Gojo: “heyyy >:(“

Gojo: “It makes me happy 🥰 I loved watching you”

***

Growing up, Gojo and Geto skated at the same club.  But while Gojo continued skating as his professional career after, Geto dropped skating in order to focus on his academics in college.

Gojo often reminisces on the long practices they had where they would watch each other run through their routines and give each other feedback, when they would mess around and throw the craziest combinations just for shits and giggles.

He didn’t realize their time together on the rink would be so short in the long run, but they began dating when they were only sixteen, and have been going strong together since.

Gojo is still lucky to have Suguru to come home to after his long days at the rink.  

After college, Geto went on to become a marine biologist, where he does a lot of work in ocean wildlife conservation. He’s either on a boat collecting data for research or in the lab analyzing his sample results. 

Gojo is not only busy training in Japan, but he also frequently travels to train in different countries. Gojo receives lots of updates from Suguru in the form of selfies and blurry photos with ocean wildlife or results from the lab.

Suguru in the lab with his ppe (personal protection equipment). Suguru wearing his wet suit while investigating algae farms. Suguru smiling while holding a crab.  

Gojo makes the last one his lock screen. Suguru just looks so cute with his hair pulled back, and when Gojo holds his finger down on the live photo, he can hear Suguru’s voice talking in baby to the crab.

(Geto’s wallpaper is a selfie of them when they were teens.)

Geto gets super excited telling Gojo about his new findings, taking the time to explain different facts and technical terms. Gojo eagerly nods along on the phone and asks questions, commenting, “No way! The algae increased nearly double the amount with your XXX solution? That’s amazing!”

***

Gojo loves what he does, but it’s always a relief to come back home and find his comfort place in Suguru’s arms. 

Nothing beats taking a shower and raiding Suguru’s closet after, cooking dinner with his boyfriend, and then cuddles on the couch.

The first thing they see when they turn on the tv is a sports reporter announcing Gojo Satoru's third national championship title, and what it means for the road to the Olympics.

“Oh wow, this guy is on a roll. He should train for the Olympics or something,” Geto says.

Gojo simply buries face in Suguru’s neck and snickers: “Or something.”

***

Once, while getting ready to sleep one night, Gojo whispers in Geto’s: “Remember that one time you ripped your pants during the Junior Grand Prix?”

Geto doesn’t react at first.

Then, without warning, he tries to smother his boyfriend with his pillow.

***

One of the best memories is when Geto surprised Gojo by showing up in-person to one of the abroad competitions. 

In the middle of his post-win interview, still in his competition suit, makeup dewey and hair fluffy, Gojo suddenly spots a familiar face behind one of the paparazzi. 

Gojo is literally mid-answer when he locks in and SPRINTS to get his boyfriend in his arms.

“Suguru!!” Gojo shouts. He’s already leaping and oh, Suguru’s arms readily catch him. 

Geto laughs with his whole chest, squeezing tightly around Gojo’s middle.

“Hello, darling.”

Gojo has to finish the interview but he’s so bubbly now because teehee Suguru is right there and watching proudly. 

Gojo needs him in his bed immediately.

After the interview, Geto explains he got his lab assistants to cover their project for the next week so he could fly out and visit Gojo in Australia!

Gojo happily drags Geto back to his hotel room,  giggling and babbling about the plans they could have for the next week. The couple excitedly discuss outings to art and performance events, to the beach, even the zoo - which Geto is ecstatic for. 

Upon entering the hotel room, Geto quickly drops his luggage off in the corner. Gojo is still yapping when Geto suddenly walks him backwards to the bed. 

The back of Gojo’s knees hit the edge and he falls back with an “oof!”

Geto smoothly crawls on top to lay his whole body weight on his boyfriend’s. 

Gojo chuckles. He combs through Suguru’s hair and continues his talking, knowing Suguru is tired from traveling and this will help them both relax.

Gojo gradually runs out of things to say, and the soft breaths against his neck tell him yep, he unfortunately needs to poke his boyfriend awake so they can both shower and freshen up before bed.

Gojo pats Geto’s lower back. “Suguru, wakey wakey.”

No response.

Pat pat on the lower back again, then smoothing his hands up to pat the upper-back.

“Babyyy, wake up. We need to shower. And eat.”

Geto offers a protesting grunt, then nuzzles against Gojo’s neck.

This leaves Gojo no choice.

He sneaks a hand down to pinch Geto’s ass.

“Ouch- hey what the fuck?”

Gojo yelps when he feels Suguru pinch his nipple in retaliation, then rolls off Gojo’s body to head toward the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the couple shower together while casually recapping the results of the skating event.

“Any feedback for me today?” Gojo asks. Geto hums, more focused on massaging the shampoo into Gojo’s hair. He applies the perfect amount of pressure that makes Gojo moan in appreciation.

“The only feedback I have is that you look amazing out there, Satoru. All the hard work you put into training clearly pays off. I am so so proud of you,” Geto says, dropping a kiss to Gojo’s nape.

Gojo preens, and completely surrenders himself to his boyfriend's tender touches.

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On a recent rewatch of s2e3, I noticed how interesting it is to spot clues something's up with the gravy basket before Ed does! The entire episode really rewards a rewatch or ten but I think this part is especially neat. For the purposes of organizing my thoughts, here's what I've noticed so far that contribute to a feeling of "something is definitely off here:"

It is so blue. Blue like water, maybe? Especially when you're expecting and noticing it, it's striking just how blue all the gravy basket scenes look. The blue doesn't let up, either - in fact, I almost think the blue filter gets heavier once Ed realizes what's going on.

Hornigold is always bringing up stuff that's just a little too relevant to Ed's situation - for example, when he's trying to get Ed to eat some soup and Ed resists on the grounds of Hornigold's past behavior, Hornigold says that "I was in a bad place back then, last time I was too much on the rhino horn." I don't think it's a coincidence Ed's also been doing so much rhino horn other characters have been commenting on it.

Part of this is surely just for the sake of adding levity, but you know how no one responds quite right to stuff in dreams? It's like how in the opening scene with Stede's dream, dream-Ed's dialogue is just off enough to notice. The way Hornigold talks to Ed reminds me of that - he's hitting enough rational responses that it makes sense and you don't notice right away, but something's definitely weird. For example, he says "I can see you're agitated" when Ed is, like, thrashing and hyperventilating and visibly terrified of his soup. "Agitated" is such a mild word to use that it almost seems inaccurate.

Hornigold flips topics to things that are probably weighing pretty heavily on Ed's mind in a way that really stands out when you watch for it. When Ed tells him about his mutiny, Hornigold seems very disinterested and then suddenly pivots to ask him "are you worried you're insane?" Ed immediately replies "yeah, a little bit," letting us know this isn't the first time he's had that thought. And immediately after that, no buildup or segue or anything, Hornigold launches right into the "I once fed a cabin boy a live crab" thing, which is probably drifting to the front of Ed's mind considering he's thinking about Hornigold and that was such a traumatic event for him. The conversation is clearly following Ed's thoughts, not Hornigold's.

We know Hornigold is Ed and we know Ed hates himself, and Hornigold is so fucking mean to Ed, even when he's seemingly trying to take care of him, like with feeding him soup. He force-feeds him and talks down to him constantly, telling him his mutiny was basic, shutting down his ideas (like the inn), dismissing his emotional reactions, and refusing to offer him any real comfort.

Really interesting stuff. I adore how OFMD has so many little details in every episode you can only fully appreciate on a rewatch!