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chaoticrei · 5 months ago
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I want to spam garlic bread in the ask box of every aspec person on this app . I'm not kidding, this is my project, it's important, you can reblog, start chains under this post, do what you want, but if you're aspec, write something in the comments or in the reblogs, so I will gift you some garlic bread. WRITE SOMETHING IN THE REBLOGS, ANYTHING, EVEN JUST "#garlic bread", otherwise I won't find you among all these notes
Let me know if you don't receive your garlic news in two days! I might miss some orders!
Edit: sorry, you're too many and I found out that I'm a human being with a life.
If you want to deliver garlic bread to those who reblog, feel free to do it (it would make me happy), but I'm RETIRED.
If you don't read this, it's not my problem, I will go back to my silly blog without garlic bread
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geo-is-queer · 7 months ago
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Good news: I noticed a LOT less supplement bots in the Asexual tag
Bad news: *in traumatized shaky voice* there's still so much nsfw
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shitpostingkats · 4 months ago
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Oh english is absolutely not his first language.
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geo-is-queer · 8 months ago
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Taking a break here for a while after today. It's been crazy recently, but the fire is nice and cozy.
Comrades, come, gather around, drink some tea, have some cake, and help yourself to some garlic bread.
Continue the fight when you are rested.
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velvetterabby · 7 months ago
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Happy aromantic and asexual pride from Hatsune Miku!
💚🤍🩶🖤🩶🤍💜
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pokimoko · 5 months ago
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hi i love your art sososo much!!! im not sure if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could you please do an aego/asexual pigeon? thank you very much, and it's okay if you dont! :)
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Pigeons, truly the aspec icon of the critter world.
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geo-is-queer · 8 months ago
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I have a baseball bat with nails to dent their stupid fucking metal heads. Actually no I want a WAR HAMMER. GIVE ME A WAR HAMMER TO SMASH THEIR HEADS
Were all super cool assassins
Or maybe not all, i know some of you guys are sprinting headfirst at the bots with pipe bombs n baseball bats n shit
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chaoticrei · 7 months ago
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To all the acespec and arospec in the word who
- don't feel included in the LGBTQ+ community
- haven't come out her for fear to be judged
- have come out and get judged and/or insulted for their identity
- don't like being the aro/ace spectrum
- like being on the aro/ace spectrum
- experience sexual/romantic attraction
- do not experience sexual/romantic attraction
- have lost contacts with friends because of their identity
- and literally any other person one the aro/ace spectrum
I AM PROUD OF YOU, I don't know you, but I wish I did, I wish I personally knew each of you so I could always tell you how proud I am of you. Always remember that, even if everyone around you doesn't like you the way you are, I always will, and you are perfect the way you are. Never change for anyone. Be you and be proud of yourself.
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geo-is-queer · 7 months ago
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These are the bots I killed few days ago and was too tired to post lol. The fight's going well, as you can see
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I swear I'm always way too happy when I kill bots lmao. But it's one step closer to having the tag back
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geo-is-queer · 8 months ago
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:OOO
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This might be all I do, hope you enjoy <3
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theprodigypenguin · 1 year ago
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Ace Eating The Mera Mera: sweet now I can cook a fried egg on my tits
Sabo Eating The Mera Mera: sweet now I can burn my enemies alive :)
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hychlorions · 6 months ago
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in celebration? mourning? mournebration? of the official ace attorney accounts switching their icon from apollo to edgeworth
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zu-is-here · 2 months ago
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In a situation in which you were stuck in a room with your OCs/AU characters and they knew you were the person who wrote their stories
...would you be worried about your well-being?
(I saw this trending on IG and YT a time ago. I think its an interesting scenario to think about. Sorry if people already asked you that XD)
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nrhshm · 20 days ago
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Hello!! May i please request an angsty hc/drabble where he patted reader's head or cupped her cheeks,her expression goes :0 and then she starts crying because she rarely received affection from anyone when she was little? with sabo/law and female reader please :)
Right away~~
Sabo and Law with an affection-depirived reader.
. Sfw
. Spoiler free
. Reader is gn (1st pov)
Sabo
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The air smelled of fresh blooms, mingling with the earthy scent of the village cobblestones. Your flower stall was modest but well-kept, adorned with colorful arrangements that brought a touch of life to the quiet streets. It was a life of simplicity, one you had built after so many years of darkness.
The villagers were cordial enough—polite smiles and brief greetings—but you knew the truth behind their careful distance. You were the former slave who had been freed by Fisher Tiger. While you were grateful for the life you had now, the shadow of your past loomed large, casting a cloud of fear over the people around you.
But there was one person who always stood out.
Sabo.
He had been a regular at your stall for months now, always buying daffodils. He never said why or who they were for, but his warm smile and gentle demeanor made his visits a highlight of your day. His sunny personality, paired with the sparkle in his eyes, had a way of making you forget the weight of your past, even if only for a few moments.
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It was a quiet afternoon when the incident happened.
An old woman approached your stall, her expression already sour. “Do you have carnations?” she barked.
You shook your head politely. “I’m sorry, we’re sold out for today.”
Her face twisted with irritation. “Sold out? What kind of flower seller doesn’t have carnations? Useless!”
Her voice rose, drawing the attention of passersby. You tried to remain calm, offering a small smile and a soft apology, but she wasn’t finished.
“You think you can just stand here, pretending to belong in this village?” she spat. “Everyone knows what you are. A slave. A walking liability! How long before the government comes and razes this place because of you?”
The words struck like a physical blow. Your chest tightened, and your breath came in shallow gasps. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The crowd had gathered now, their eyes on you—judging, pitying, or worse, agreeing.
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“Enough of this.”
The voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Sabo stepped forward, his usually lighthearted demeanor replaced by a calm authority that silenced the murmurs of the crowd. He stood between you and the old woman, his presence commanding and unyielding.
“This behavior is unacceptable,” he said, his tone firm yet composed. “No one, no matter their past, deserves to be treated like this. She’s done nothing but contribute to this village with her kindness and hard work. What have you done, exactly, besides spread bitterness?”
The old woman bristled. “I was just speaking the truth! People like her bring trouble—”
Sabo interrupted her with a polite but pointed smile. “The truth, ma’am, is that she has more strength in her little finger than most of us will ever have. And if you have a problem with her, then perhaps you should reconsider who the real troublemaker is.”
The crowd shifted uneasily. The old woman, her indignation faltering, grumbled something under her breath and walked away.
Sabo turned to the onlookers. “Show’s over, folks. If you don’t have anything kind to say or do, maybe it’s time to get back to your day.”
The villagers dispersed, their curiosity satisfied, leaving the two of you alone.
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Sabo’s expression softened as he turned back to you. Kneeling slightly, he picked up a daffodil that had fallen during the commotion and gently placed it in your trembling hand.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and soothing. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
You stared at the flower, your fingers trembling around its delicate stem. His kindness was like a balm to the raw ache in your chest.
Noticing you were still shaken, Sabo stepped closer and placed a hand gently on your head, his fingers lightly ruffling your hair in an affectionate gesture. “You don’t deserve any of that. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less than amazing, okay?”
His words broke something inside you. Tears spilled down your cheeks as the weight of years of judgment and loneliness came crashing down. Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping you afloat.
Sabo stiffened for a moment, clearly surprised, but then his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. “You’re safe. You’re not alone.”
You sobbed into his chest, his steady presence grounding you as his words washed over you. For the first time in your life, someone had seen you—not your scars, not your past, but you.
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When you finally pulled away, you wiped your eyes, feeling lighter yet raw. Sabo gave you a small smile, his hands resting gently on your shoulders.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
You nodded, though your voice was still shaky. “Thank you… for everything.”
He grinned, a hint of his usual playfulness returning. “Anytime. Someone’s gotta look out for you.”
A question lingered in your mind, and you found the courage to ask it. “Sabo… why do you always buy daffodils?”
He blinked, caught off guard, before a soft chuckle escaped him. “Daffodils are a symbol of good luck,” he said. “I like to keep a little luck with me wherever I go.”
His gaze met yours, his smile turning slightly mischievous. “But, you know, I’ve been starting to think it’s not the flowers that bring me luck. It might just be the person selling them.”
Your cheeks flushed, and Sabo laughed, a light, carefree sound that made the heaviness in your chest dissolve.
“Come on,” he said, gesturing to your stall. “Let’s fix this up. You’ve got a business to run, and I’ve got more flowers to buy.”
As the two of you worked side by side, you couldn’t help but feel, for the first time, that maybe, just maybe, the future didn’t have to be so lonely.
Law
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The Polar Tang was quiet save for the hum of the engines. The usual raucous energy of the Heart Pirates had settled into an uncharacteristic stillness, a quiet born from the long day of storms both inside and out. You sat in the ship’s medbay, fidgeting with a roll of gauze in your hands, your mind wandering to the events that had left you here.
The mission had been dangerous—too dangerous, according to Law. He had explicitly warned you and the others to tread carefully. But in the heat of the moment, when you saw one of your crewmates in danger, you didn’t think. You rushed in, shielding them, ignoring the pain that came when debris struck your side. You pushed through the fight, brushing off the blood that seeped from your wound.
No one noticed your injury at first. You didn’t let them. Because that’s what you always did—gave everything you had to make sure everyone else was okay, while quietly swallowing your own pain.
It wasn’t until the adrenaline wore off that you collapsed on the deck, the shocked gasps of your crewmates the last thing you remembered before waking up in the medbay.
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“You’re an idiot.”
Law’s voice was sharp as he entered the room, his steps deliberate as he approached. He didn’t look at you at first, busying himself with medical supplies on the counter.
“I’m fine,” you said softly, your voice betraying your exhaustion.
He turned then, his gray eyes narrowing. “No, you’re not. You could’ve been seriously hurt—or worse. Do you think that’s fine?”
His tone was cutting, but beneath it, you heard something else. Worry.
“I was just trying to help,” you muttered, your gaze dropping to the gauze in your hands.
Law sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know you were. But you can’t keep doing this—throwing yourself into danger like your life doesn’t matter.”
His words struck a nerve, and you looked away, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.
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“You don’t get it,” you said quietly, your voice trembling. “If I don’t help, if I don’t give something to others, what’s the point? It’s not like anyone’s ever—”
You stopped yourself, biting your lip.
“Ever what?” Law’s voice was softer now, but it still carried weight.
You shook your head, unwilling to meet his gaze. “It doesn’t matter.”
Law was silent for a moment, then he stepped closer, his hands resting on the edge of the bed. “It does matter. You matter.”
The simplicity of his words made your chest ache. You glanced up at him, expecting to see irritation or pity, but his expression was unreadable.
“I don’t—” Your voice broke, and you quickly looked away again.
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Before you could say more, you felt something unexpected—a hand on your head. Law’s hand. He gently rested it there, his touch firm but surprisingly gentle as his fingers lightly ruffled your hair.
“You don’t always have to be the one giving,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an unusual warmth. “Sometimes, it’s okay to let someone take care of you.”
The lump in your throat grew, and tears stung your eyes. You weren’t used to this—someone comforting you, showing you even a shred of affection. You had spent so long being the one who gave, the one who protected, that you had forgotten what it felt like to receive anything in return.
Tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them, and a soft sob escaped you. Law didn’t pull away, his hand still resting on your head, grounding you.
“Why…” Your voice cracked. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Law’s lips quirked into the faintest of smirks. “Because you’re part of my crew. And I don’t let my crew fall apart—not even the stubborn ones.”
His words were simple, but they carried a weight that made your tears flow even harder. Without thinking, you leaned forward, burying your face in his chest as your emotions overwhelmed you.
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He stiffened slightly at the contact but didn’t push you away. Instead, his hand moved from your head to your back, giving you an awkward but comforting pat.
“You’re not used to this, are you?” he asked, his tone dry but not unkind.
You laughed through your tears, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “What gave it away?”
Law sighed, shaking his head. “You’re a mess,” he muttered, but there was a softness in his eyes that belied his words.
As the tension in the room eased, you found yourself smiling through your tears. “Thanks, Doc.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he replied, standing and grabbing a nearby clipboard. “I still have to lecture you about following orders and not getting yourself killed.”
You groaned, flopping back onto the bed dramatically. “Maybe I should’ve just stayed unconscious.”
Law smirked, his usual stoicism giving way to a rare moment of humor. “Don’t tempt me to use Room to keep you in check next time.”
Despite everything, you laughed, the sound light and genuine. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you weren’t alone.
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starrsoftopaz · 5 months ago
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dave mustaine, george + ringo and kiss ‼️
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otaku553 · 1 year ago
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I have an agenda.
Long hair teenage sabo.
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