#ace moth

[lynn-the-lynn]

Ford is off to add to his moth collection, unaware.

[cinimuffin]

[help-i-lost-my-sock]

PDA Headcanons - Ace

Word count: 655

Suggestive (N/SFW)

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Ace’s initials are not “PDA” for nothing. He’s not ashamed of showing the world how just hopelessly in love the two of you are.

He loves to touch you - whether it’s holding hands, a hug, a hand on your waist, caressing your hair, a sweet kiss on the top of your head, or a passionate kiss on your lips, he loves to feel you near.

He will often have an arm around your waist or shoulders, or a warm hand resting on the small of your back. His ego will swell to the heavens and beyond if you grab onto his arm while strolling around on some island - it makes him feel loved, wanted, and needed.

When holding hands, he’ll often give it a random squeeze to make you look at him for no reason in particular, other than just wanting to see your smile.

Ace loves to feel your fingers trailing through his hair, especially when he lays down for a nap. A sunny day and a nap on Moby Dick’s deck would be incomplete without his head resting in your lap, and your fingers slowly combing through his dark, shaggy mane. Ace hasn’t known much mildness in his life, not even as a child, and especially not now that he is all grown up and an infamous hot shot. This is why your gentleness towards him makes you and your moments together that much more extraordinary.

Ace loves to show you off. He’s damn proud of himself for scoring someone like you. Anyone with eyes can see how hot you are, but to Ace, what’s inside is worth so much more. Not only are you a treat to look at, but you’re also one of the kindest people he’s ever met. And as the object of your affections, Ace is thoroughly convinced he must be the luckiest guy on Earth.

He often lets you wear his hat, especially when he’s not around. You love carrying a little piece of him with you when the real deal is unavailable, and he loves seeing you wear his things, cus that’s what couples do, right? He doesn’t really have a shirt for you to steal, so then his hat it is. He thinks it’s both cute and funny how you keep insisting on wearing it, despite it clearly being too big for you.

His kisses are passionate. Just like his devil fruit, just like his temper, and his taste in food, Ace brings hotness all around. He’ll capture your lips and kiss you with reckless abandon. And if someone’s watching? Then who gives a fuck? Let them see how much you love each other. You’ll usually be the one to break the kiss - the intensity of which makes you feel a bit awkward in public. Ace will just laugh it off.

When you guys are alone, and he can really let loose, no one can match his passion. His kisses are hot, messy, and sloppy. His tongue will invade your mouth at the slightest chance. It’s not uncommon for him to bite your lip or pinch you so he can slip his tongue into your mouth the moment you gasp.

Ace’s lips are not the only ones to express his passion. His hands will be all over you if given the chance - rubbing, stroking, squeezing, kneading, and pinching.

Ace does not shy away from biting or nipping - whether it’s your lips, earlobes, neck, shoulders, or nipples.

In the same trend, he loves to leave love-bites on your skin - a reminder of your fun times, and a heads-up to any other interested parties that you’re his, and his alone. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he gets a bit of a kick from marking you, especially when others notice and joke about it.

Conversely, however, he’s not big on getting hickeys himself but will proudly show off the red marks your nails dug in his back. 

[jrawnupon]

Happy International Asexuality Awareness Day! 💜♠️

Asexuality was never something that I seriously considered myself having, but a couple of weeks ago, things sort of just fell into place for me. I feel that in a lot of circles in my life both past and present, sexual attraction, while not an enforced or demanded, has felt like an expected thing. Whether in a focused or more casual sense, I think there's a general atmosphere of sexual attraction being a typical development in life, which of course it is - but not for everyone!

And so for the longest time, I waited for the moment when things would click for me as well; where I would have the same level of enthusiasm and excitement that I saw in others. But I've found that my strongest feelings of intimacy could thrive in something other than sexual attraction, and I've found happiness in that. I never once put these things together through the lens of asexuality, but I think the build-up of experiences throughout my life has meant that it's been easy to do so now.

If I could describe it, it would be like coming to a well-placed reveal at the end of a novel or film - Nothing about the details or events up until the reveal have changed, only now they feel so much more significant for being in this new light.

I wanted to do a little drawing to celebrate this realisation, as well as a celebration of every other ace out there, however you identify! 😊

[doctorsiren]

Moth Psycho 100 AU

Something that I latched onto for mp100 is the moth imagery for Mogami. More than once is a moth shown as symbolism, but it’s also associated with Mogami more than once, whereas with the other bugs he’s shown associated as, it’s just once i’m pretty sure (even if not, moths show up as symbolism the most so uhhh yeah)

So @cupofchemicalchatter and I cooked up an AU idea :)

Mogami Arc happens as normal except for the very end. Instead of Matsuo catching Mogami’s spirit and trapping him, Mogami is able to go and watch Mob from afar like he said he would: “You made your choice, kid. I’ll keep watching from afar to see if you made the right one.”

At the end of the Mogami Arc, Reigen says: “Anyway, history has shown that no good ever comes from drowning in wealth, fame, or power. Think about it: Mogami let his own powers swallow him up too.” Remember this, as this is important for the AU I’m about to explain. 

And this will go into the next arc, the Separation Arc. The part where Reigen is in the alleyway under the streetlight with those moths above him always felt deeper to a level that it probably wasn’t supposed to be and by that I mean I was connecting it to Mogami’s moth thing.

What am I talking about? Okay well, just imagine the Separation Arc happening as usual UNTIL that moment. The moment where Reigen is in the alleyway:

Mogami had been keeping an eye on both Mob and Reigen, figuring that a way to break Mob was to use someone he cared about, that person being his mentor. So in that moment, Mogami had been possessing / using that moth as his vessel to watch Reigen. The moment that the moth drops dead and Reigen looks up is the moment that Mogami transferred his possession from the moth to Reigen, causing his sudden change. Now he is determined to “become somebody”. Of course, just like in canon and like Mogami did, he starts out by helping people out with their problems. He stated in the Mogami arc: “Mogami? Yeah, I modeled part of my work off him when I started this job.” Mogami stated that “at first, I used my abilities for good, giving advice and solving various problems.” Mogami was the “Psychic Star of the 20th Century”, with Reigen being the “Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century”. Mogami basically told Mob the classic villain thing of “we’re not so different, you and I”, but Mogami now sees that with Reigen as well. Despite the man not having powers, he would prove useful.

Reigen began “developing” psychic abilities. He thought at first that it might have been something residual still left over from when Mob gave him his powers while fighting the Scars, but he soon began to believe that he had dormant abilities that became awoken once he set out on “becoming somebody”. However, it’s actually just the possession from Mogami. He begins to realize that he doesn’t need Mob anymore. He can do exorcisms on his own now! So, he starts pushing everyone away…the people who would be able to actually help him out of this.

Reigen starts to hear a voice in his head. It’s Mogami speaking to him like he did with Mob, but he disguises it as Reigen’s own voice, allowing the conman to think that it’s his own thoughts. Reigen begins to separate himself from this “new” version of himself (which is just Mogami), but not in a way of “oh, these are bad thoughts” but in the way of “this version of me is my only true friend.” Since he’s being possessed, he’s not really thinking rationally. 

His reflection becomes a way that Mogami can communicate visually, while disguised as Reigen, of course. He speaks to Reigen, convincing him further that he doesn’t need anybody. Only himself.

His shadow also becomes a visual way for “Reigen” to communicate (because I thought that would be cool, kind of like Morgana in Ducktales 2017, or in The Princess and the Frog). 

The turning point for where things actually go south is the Supernatural Detective TV spot. When Jodo suggests that Reigen be the one to do the exorcism, instead of letting Jodo trick him, Reigen insists that Jodo go ahead with how the program was planned. In this world, the event is reversed. Jodo actually does the fake exorcism, since it was scripted, but then Reigen steps in and explains there was no evil spirit to exorcise, hence making Jodo the fool rather than Reigen. The host praises Reigen and the child reveals that he was acting the whole time. 

And then begins his true metamorphosis. 

Usually, butterflies are used to represent change, however moths go through that same transformation, but to most, they are held typically in a lesser regard than their daytime counterparts. Not really important, but I just thought it was interesting.

Reigen starts to spiral, becoming more and more of a corrupted conman. He isn’t assassinating people for money like Mogami had done, but he is lying more and more and more. The more he becomes corrupted with power, the more his psychic abilities grow (think Ritsu with Dimple and the student council stuff)/ The idea actually started out by me suggesting that as he gets more corrupted, he starts to cough out moths (sorta like an odd moth-based hanahaki, but having literally nothing to do with unrequited love and he won’t die from the moths. He just coughs them out because we thought that went kinda hard), but of course, he keeps telling himself (as well as Mogami telling him) that he’s fine. 

His powers (Mogami’s powers) are getting stronger and he’s taking out bigger spirits, taking on bigger clients, and becoming a bigger star. He finds himself losing consciousness / disassociating at times, only to wake up and find that he is stronger. It has become a little of a Jekyll and Hyde situation, but while Mogami has control of Reigen’s body, he uses it to consume evil spirits to try and regain the power he lost from fighting Mob. How we’re visually showing the possession is through a scar (like how Dimple has the red cheek spots). He got the scar under his right eye when Mogami exploded that one-way mirror in the Mogami Arc, and since Reigen’s technically being possessed during the duration of the AU (once that moth dies), the scar is visible the whole time.

In the end (we haven’t figured out when but we just know), Mob has to confront Mogami inside Reigen’s head, like he did with Minori. Inside Reigen’s head, it becomes blatant that Reigen isn’t psychic, although Mob’s sorta known that for a while (as it is alluded to at the end of the Separation Arc). But, Mob himself doesn’t want to acknowledge that fact. Reigen always said he had powers! Why would he lie? So although Shigeo knows the truth, Mob doesn’t see it. He pretends that it’s not true. He believes in Reigen’s lies. The student has become the master, in it that Mob is now lying to himself because he can’t bring himself to believe that Reigen lied to him.

After everything, Mob is able to separate Mogami from Reigen (but of course, not without everyone getting their fair share of trauma). The scar goes away, as he is no longer possessed. He’s back to being powerless, and now he knows that it was Mogami the whole time. However, Mob says that line. He says how he’s known that his master is genuinely a good guy, because it wasn’t on his own that he did all that conning and evil spirit stuff. It was because of Mogami’s corruption and influence. I think Matsuo would still somehow come across Mogami’s spirit and capture him, just so that it can come in handy later when he’s used in the World Domination Arc bc I don’t wanna mess that up lmao

Anyways yeah that was my attempt at compiling some frantic and excited discord DMs about this AU into something somewhat cohesive! Now here’s art for the AU, because I wanted to share them, but I needed to explain what was going on first!

This was the first one I did for the AU, when I knew I needed to draw something up for the concept of him getting corrupted and coughing moths 😄

And then the shadow and mirror thing (I LOVE the one of “Reigen” in the reflection oughhhh)

If you remember that post where I said I woke up and found I had written “twink controlling a twink” the night prior, this is what it was in relation to 😭 why did I call Mogami a twink very very late at night? Who knows. The important thing is that doing so altered everything and now he is one in my mind, so I can’t do anything about it. Don't ask why this page seems really fruity, it was like 3 AM and over a week ago so I don't know (/silly)

These were from when I was rewatching the Mogami Arc to pick up details for the AU

Moths have the patterns on their wings to mimic eyes, so there’s that inherent aspect of deception and lying. It makes the moths seem like a bigger threat than they actually are. (also I have him wearing Mogami's blazer and shirt)

And then just the moths and such with Mogami’s spirit

And me pulling a quote from when Dimple was explaining who Mogami was.

YEAH I just really love drawing stuff for this AU bc of the fun moth symbolism.If none of any of this makes sense, I’m so sorry. I just needed to finally post about this AU bc it’s given me brainmoths (like brainworms, but y’know)

We kinda came up with the AU backwards and filled in random spots here and there after the fact of our original conjuration of it, so I had to try and piece it together HAHA 

[bluestarrcreations]

✨ Ace / Aro / Aroace Moth Stickers ✨

Because there’s nothing better than the single life~

These are up for sale in my shop! —> https://bluestarrgoods.etsy.com/listing/1713841532

[pancake-moth]

yuri 4 ever

[mxtheyes]

merry crisis or whatever

[moonmothbroth]

It haunts me how it was confirmed that logia users should, theoretically, be losing their clothes whenever they turn into their element but the clothes stay to avoid nudity censorship issues. Please,,,i beg,,,let me have Ace and Smoker with their clothes falling off

[casualfr1days]

Apollo Justice if he was a moth ?! Mothpollo my beloved

[xlr8nrg]

🌈 HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 🌈

Here's something to celebrate this pride month.

🧡💛🤍🩵💙 Happy June 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

🧡💛🤍🩵💙 Everyone 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

[fabianvalencia561]

I just made this during a sudden hit of motivation at 3:00 in the morning, I decided to post it later

Ace hiding from this creature

[cinimuffin]

[help-i-lost-my-sock]

Sleeping Beauty (Ace x Reader)

Summary:

As he reminisces their first kiss, Ace can't believe how lucky he is to have her in his life.

SFW

Fluff

Established relationship

A/N: Experimenting with 3rd POV; semi proofread

Warnings: Itsy-bitsy little hint of angst if you really, really squint. Otherwise, just tooth-rotting fluff. Enjoy!

Word count: 1170

It was the middle of the night when Ace finally managed to drag himself out of the meeting and towards the bedroom he shared with her. He’d been up late with the other commanders going through the details of an upcoming operation, and trying to iron out the kinks. They must have gone through it some 50 times already, courtesy of Marco’s insistence (and Ace dozing off repeatedly, but he can’t really help it, can he?). 

At long last, the day has ended, and the quiet of the night reigned once more, as Ace stumbled around the hallways and towards your door. The only sounds he could hear were small, cold waves crashing against the side of the boat, rocking it ever so gently, making its timber creek. 

A small flame flickered atop his finger, lighting his way. He kept on walking - one foot in front of the other. There were two main thoughts going through his head at that moment, as he struggled to keep his eyes open just a little longer. One: how his head throbbed with exhaustion, and two: how he longed to hold her in his arms. 

It was a rather chilly night. While not quite winter, Ace knew it was too cold for her liking. She must have been cold without him… He’d warm her up as soon as he got there. As soon as he got there… This must have been one of the longest journeys to his bed; the stairs and hallways connecting the decks and areas of the Moby Dick seemed positively endless that night. 

A seeming eternity later, Ace’s heavy feet finally stopped in front of a door. He hoped it was the right one, given how tired he was. He wasn’t looking forward to climbing in bed with one of his men. He’d never hear the end of it. A shiver ran down his spine; the thought sobering him up ever so briefly. 

But it must have been this one. 

Ace traced his finger over a burn mark on the door - about shoulder height for him, and on his right side. He smiled wearily to himself as his fingers rubbed over the charred wood. It happened some years ago, around the summer festival. Everyone got drunk off their asses that night, and decided to play truth or dare. While she wasn’t eager to share much about her mystery crush, rumours had been going around about who it might be. Fueled up on liquid courage, Ace made a move on her that night. But oh, that look in her eyes. Her cheeks, so rosy from the booze and the proximity. The way her soft lips parted as she stammered to string words together. And finally, the sound of her voice when she admitted it’s been him all along; him - the one who stole her heart. 

He tried to play it smooth - tried to put his charms to work - but he could not hide the way she made his heart skip a beat, and butterflies flutter in his stomach. The bottles of booze he’d downed - that same liquid courage that brought them to this moment - now seemed to work against him, as his hand, resting against the door, sparked up ever so slightly. But ‘ever so slightly’ was enough to singe the wood before either of them caught on to it. 

Ace then hurriedly patted the wood, clumsily trying to put out the flames, while she laughed and got the hiccups. It was then that she rose up on her tiptoes and pecked him on the lips. Their first kiss - so soft, so sweet, so fleeting - before she told him goodnight and skipped down the hall to her room. 

Her old room… Ace couldn’t remember how long it’s been since she’d slept in there. He didn’t think she could remember either. 

Memories like these warmed his heart. 

His hand grasped the doorknob and turned it gently, trying not to wake her. 

And there she was, curled up in bed, wrapped up in blankets up to her chin. It was indeed a tad too chilly for her liking, and Ace couldn’t help but puff a small smile at that. How someone from a place so cold could be so averse to it was a mystery to him. 

Seeing her in his bed, sleeping soundly, made him feel at ease. They were hardly ever apart, and yet, a part of him could not help but worry that one day she would no longer be there. That one day she would leave him, or be stolen from him. 

But when he saw her form there, beneath the sheets, her chest slowly rising and falling as she breathed in the night air, all his worries melted away. She was safe, and she was there with him. 

Ace softly put his hat down on his desk. He slipped off his boots, and peeled off his shorts, eager to crawl in bed with her and join her in her dreams. 

What was she dreaming of, he wondered? Would she have been dreaming of him perhaps? The thought of it made his heart flutter. 

She stirred, vaguely awake, and turned her head towards him. 

A strand of hair slipped down her cheek and now clung to her lips as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes, beckoning him to join her in bed. His fingers reached out and gently touched her face, brushing the silky strands of hair behind her ear, his gaze and smile soft as he looked down upon her face. Her lips, so full, were more beautiful than the summer flowers in full bloom. The way her long hair would glisten in the warm sunlight reminded him of cascades mirroring late sunsets. Her eyes, so bright with hope, could not compare to any glistening riches of this world. Her love, and his love for her, were deeper than any seas he may have sailed. To him, her beauty was more radiant than the sun, and her love… more captivating than the moon. 

“Ace…” she whispered in the darkness. 

“I’m here, babe.”

“I’m cold…”

“I’ll warm you right up, love,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on her cold forehead. 

Ace climbed up in bed, quickly wrapping his arms around her smaller frame. His body moulded to hers, as his heat seeped into her skin.

To him, she was the calm that cooled his hothead. She was the cool breeze on a torrid summer day. The soothing ointment on a burning wound. 

As her temperature rose, he could feel her relax in his embrace. 

He could not quite understand how he got so lucky - why a girl like her would go for bad blood like him - but that did not change the fact that it did happen…

With a soft sigh, she snuggled closer against him, nuzzling her face into his arm. 

…and all that mattered now was that he loved her and she loved him. To him, she would always be…

…the beauty to his beast. 

Tags: @captainportgasdace

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

james would make the most delicious thirst traps on how long by charlie puth btw i needed to share this

[doctorsiren]

If you make miles edgeworth cry I’ll be veeeeery happy :3

okay