#ack—

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@hash-slinging-slasher-trash

SANJI

I'm pretty sure he wouldn't smoke while cooking, but I thought it looked cool

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This sweet creature has taken over my dashboard. I'm making it everyone's problem. @ofoceansandtombsanew this is your fault (affectionately)

Also tagging @lynndt-chocolate @captainportgasdace @that-student-that-has-homework @acesdiary @studying-shrimp @captfoureyes @sssano @kora-vevi

Bc why not and may you all also get infected🫶

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A fluffy scenario of him coming home after a mission and is in very much need of rest. Somewhat self-ship coded. Divider by @strangergraphics

WC: 700 (give or take since this is on the go)

Hoshina Soshiro who comes back after a gruelling mission to spot you reading in bed. He immediately goes over to your side to nuzzle his face against the curve of your neck. The usual grin adorning his face is gone; he just breathes in your scent before pulling you into a hug. His fingers digging into the soft fabric of your clothes as he holds you close.

Hoshina Soshiro who melts like putty in your hands when you adjust your position to accommodate him. Arms wrapped around his frame while a hand combs through his hair. You whisper "Welcome back" into his ear before placing a soft kiss to his temple. The tension from his body immediately fades away into the evening.

Hoshina Soshiro who mumbles how much he misses you against your skin before pressing a kiss there. He doesn't tell you about the horrors of the mission— yet. All he needed at the moment was to be held by you. To remember that you are safe and alive in his arms. And that he has come back to you.

Hoshina Soshiro who lets you thread your fingers through his silken hair. Your gentle affections coaxing him to relax in your embrace even more. His exhausted body caving in, letting his eyes rest— part of him wants to stay awake so that he can savor your presence just a bit longer.

Hoshina Soshiro who caves in when you mumble that you'll still be there when he wakes, as though you knew what he needed to hear at the moment. Your words warm and tender like soft rays of sun against his skin despite the late evening. Dulcet tones better than any choir or song he's ever heard. His eyes slip shut and he falls into slumber.

Hoshina Soshiro who sleeps peacefully in your arms throughout the entire night. He mumbles your name in his sleep— brows occasionally furrowing as though something haunts him behind those closed eyes. His body eases down each time you coax him that you're still there, by his side even when he's in the land of dreams.

Hoshina Soshiro who wakes up in the morning to find himself still in your embrace. A fond smile tugging his lips as he carefully adjusts his position to press a kiss to your forehead. His heart fluttering at the serene sight of you so peacefully sleeping. As well as the fact that you remained true to your word of staying by his side until he woke— you always were

Hoshina Soshiro who vows to do whatever it takes to be able to have more mornings like this with you. To become stronger so that he can come back to you after each mission. So that you'll be able to sleep peacefully without having to worry for your life or his.

[foolnamedjoey]

YJ inspired Jason I stare at you

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Mnnhh...there's something a modern AU with Sabo who hates getting his picture taken due to the scar on his face. And there's you, a photographer, who despises taking portraits of other people. So, here's a drabble abt it~

Sabo x GN!Reader

CW: Unedited. Oh, there are typos? Ignore it (pls—)

Word Count: Around less than 1k

An eye through the viewfinder as you attempt to take a photo of the sceneric cherry blossom trees by the river. Your eyes sparkle at how perfect the composition and lighting is. Just a click of a button and you'd capture it—

A man with blonde hair passes by the frame just in time. The expression on your face immediately sours at the thought of someone interrepting such a breathtaking view. You go through the camera to check if it was somehow salvable if you just crop it.

Salvable? There wasn't even a single flaw.

You, who detest taking photos of people? Gawking in awe at the beautiful capture within your screen? Impossible. But there you were. Staring at the visage of his serene expression on the screen.

The way the light casted over his features. How his eyes seem to encapsulate an unnamed emotion while he stares at the falling petals. In the way that the wind plays with his hair just perfectly. It was fascinating how someone could fit into such a scenery seamlessly.

Your eyes lift up to try and find him. He's already walking farther away from you. Oh, how your heart raced with this newfound excitement within you. Before you could even think, your feet had been stumbling on one after the other until you were sprinting after him.

"W-Wait!" You call out breathlessly.

The blonde man hears your voice and pauses his movements. He slowly turns to face you as you come to a slow stop. His brows furrow slightly as he stares at you— a complete stranger catching their breath after chasing him.

Oh, by the gods, you were simply in awe.

Even then, just by looking you then and there. You had to resist bringing up your camera to take another shot of him. Eyes shamelessly drinking in how utterly divine he looked at that moment. It was simply unfair how such a person could topple your beliefs in such a brief moment.

Sabo, that's his name— from the introduction you two have had. You stumble over your words, a blush creeping to your face upon the realization on what you were doing. What were you doing? Asking a complete stranger to let you take more photos of him?

What a creep you must've been to him.

For a moment, Sabo does entertain the idea you're just messing with him. Of all the people, you wanted to chose him as the subject of your photos? Weren't you disgusted by the scar on his face?

But all it took was that godforsaken earnest look in your eyes. You were telling the truth. Going through lengths to pretty much embarrass yourself just to ask him this. He wanted to laugh— and he did.

You wanted to protest. He was laughing so whimsically while you were there absolutely flustered. But by the gods, all you wanted to do was to take photos of that smile. As if all you'd ever want from now on was him within the frames of your camera.

Nothing and no one else.

"Alright," Sabo muses. His head tilts slightly as he casts you a boyish grin. "I'll let you take photos of me— if you buy me a meal."

Obviously, you immediately agreed. Uncaring whether how costly it would be. All that mattered was for you to satiate the growing obsession within your chest.

And how did his heart flutter a bit at how serious you looked. It made him turn away in the guise of leading you to a nearby restaurant when in reality, he just didn't want to risk letting you see the blush on his cheeks.

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This...became much longer than I expected??? I wanted it to be a cute and quick drabble but— Oh, well! If you enjoyed this, here's my masterlist for more~

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Taglist: @sukunas-play-thing @lynndt-chocolate @ofoceansandtombsanew (the brain rot is strong—)

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based off mew ex #232 from paldean fates!

this was a pokemon request from ko-fi! if you'd like to send in a request, shoot me a $5 donation on ko-fi with the name of a pokemon of your choice & i'll draw it!

[foolnamedjoey]

yeah

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I did not just complain abt noy having time to write but then proceed to spit this out dead in the night—

Sabo x GN! Reader

CW: Nightmares. Grammatical errors and self-indulgence

You have nightmares most of the time.

Though you never really admit it to people that you can't sleep because of them. There were simply a few too many kinds of nightmares that still sent a shiver down your spine when you remember them.

When those happen, the bags under your eyes seem a bit darker than usual. You usually brush it off whenever someone asks about it— responding that it was just the insomnia.

Most of them believe it.

However, not Sabo. Not after you had snuck into his room one drunken night and cried to him about a really bad nightmare. It may or may not have led to you admitting there are nights where you can't sleep because of them.

He let you sleep over that night.

Though you vehemently denied anything of such sort happened afterwards. Your cheeks burning when Sabo mentioned even the very idea of it.

After that, he somewhat made a habit of passing by your door late into the night if he ever got the chance to. Sure, it did make him feel like a bit of a creep when he did. That it felt like he was peeping on your or something.

There were times when he'd happen to hear you crying out softly or notice that there was light coming out of the cracks of the door. Sabo would knock on your door and call out to you. His voice low ang gentle.

He'll tell you he can't sleep either, and he noticed the light coming from your room. Sometimes, he asks you to company him somewhere quieter to get your mind off it. And other times, you just let him into your room, and you two talk until both of you get tired and sleepy.

You knew that he knew— but neither of you would admit it out loud.

Since then, you've gotten more and more comfortable around him. There were even times where you'd just fall asleep on his shoulder without realizing it. And he'd carry you to bed, hoping you'd finally get the rest you deserve before going back to his room for the night.

It becomes a routine whenever neither of you are away on missions. And you find yourself seeking it since you rarely get nightmares the times you fall asleep in his presence.

You've gotten so used to just dozing off in his presence that it happens even during the day. Sabo doesn't view it as a nuisance. If anything, he thinks its a major flex that you feel comfortable enough in his presence to just pass out so easily like that.

There's always that faint smile on his lips whenever he glances down to your peaceful expression.

Tagging @sukunas-play-thing bc you kind of inspired this? Like I had a nightmare and went throuhh tumblr and kept seeing your posts of him. Sooooo—

[foolnamedjoey]

they're old

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I am slowly starting to be convinced that I need to take this up with me doc next time...

autistic folks when their routine gets disrupted, and they don't get alone time when they're supposed to get alone time

[haggz-is-here]

royal portrait of a lamb who never desired godhood

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At Love's Mercy

Ah, this is just an explanation to how the soulmate thing works. Totally not lazy writing to just explain here than through my work. Ack—

Portgas D. Ace × GN!Reader

A blessing has been bestowed by the gods long before the nations have waged wars amongst themselves. Though, many have considered this as both a blessing and a curse. Kingdoms and nations alike have fallen and risen because of such a thing. People all over the world have rejoiced and despaired over it—

The String of Fate.

Yes, such is the strength of a single string connecting two people's fate. A delicate thing and yet the severity of its meaning could only be seen as either a cruel joke by the gods or the salvation given by them. Wherein only the bound souls can see it.

"What exaggeration!" One might say, but the truth written upon history states otherwise.

To be bound by this string means that armies have waged war amongst allies for their beloved. It is to drive a kingdom to its ruin to hold their other half. And it is to twist one's own morals to please the other.

Madness and passion is what it is.

But as they say, there is beauty even in the most obscure of things.

Though, that is not all that there is. Within the dangers of it all— lies a certain vantage. Whoever shall be bound by this string shall love the other. A profounding and complex kind of affection. It guarantees to be loved unconditionally. That the weight of your love for another will be reciprcated in equal.

They say that once they have found their soulmate, they were all that they saw. Should their life have been filled with nothing but hate; they will love. No matter how unworthy they deem themselves as; they will be loved.

And perhaps, that is also what has driven people mad.

It is known that there three stages to its progression:

1.) The Phantom String - wherein two people are within a certain range from each other. The string shall manifest as semi-translucent tied at the base of their pinky finger. It will lead them to the general direction of the other end.

It is important to note that in this stage: a choice will be given. Should one not be ready to face their soulmate, they may leave the range. The string will disappear. However, it shall appear once more when they are within range again.

2.) The White String - occurs when the two people are at a fair distance to each other. The string will manifest more visibly and have a silk white color to it. At this stage, it will guide the one to the exact location of the other. The string will be permanently attached to the pinky finger.

3.) The Red String - eye contact has been established. The moment their eyes meet, the first phase of the stage shall begin.

Phase I: Blood Flow - it will look as if a person's blood flows from their finger and stains the string red. This will occur on both ends. The color will continue to dye the string until it meets at the middle and fuses.

Note that the duration for the phase varies. At times, it will only be a matter of seconds. Sometimes, it may take a month. There are no known variables that affects the speed of this phase.

Phase II: Blood Bound - the string has turned completely red. The fate of the two souls are bound to each other by this point. It simply means that they are now one. If the other dies, so shall they.

A grave question must be asked: What happens if the other person dies before or during the progression?

The answer is simple: The other will continue to live. However, there are two cases for the answer.

If the progression has not started, the other person will not be affected whatsoever. The worst that will happen to them is that they will never have another soulmate. There is only one soulmate for a person's lifetime.

Now, the problem lies within that if the death occurs during the progression.

When that happens, there will be a grave consequence. Although, yes, they will still live. But they will experience this an excruicating kind of pain for as long as they live.

Many have described it as the inexplicable emptiness within their chest and the inability to truly feel. A kind of severity that has driven many to kill themselves. Choosing death as a much easier option than to live through the pain until they die.

The more late the stage is, the more severe the consequence.

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The King wants you dead.

What a noble and foolish knight you are to walk towards your own end.

The new articles all over the kingdom will have it. Their most beloved knight, died in the frontlines after sacricing theirselves for the kingdom. What an honorable death. How the people will adore you.

Every day, you are dragged to the very front of the war. To boost the soldier's morale, they say. But everyone knew the real reason for it.

You were the King's loyal dog.

But you came to know too much. That's why you need to die. For the sake of the crown and for the people. It was for the greater good.

And yet, despite having a guilotine hanging over your head— that wasn't what you feared the most, was it? It was that damned string you barely noticed now wrapped around your pinky finger.

Of all the cruel jokes of the world, it simply had to point towards the enemy's base camp.

It was bloodshed, day after day. You could barely managed to stay alive at the end of the day. And now the gods have told you that the person you will share your fate with is on the otherside of the battlefield?

A knight disowned by the crown.

Now, damned to share a fate with the enemy.

Taglist: @ofoceansandtombsanew @captainportgasdace @lynndt-chocolate @that-student-that-has-homework @kora-vevi @acesdiary

[isjasz]

🗝️⚙️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

For December in the Hermit Heartthrobs Calendar from @hotguycalendar :D!!!

Also bottom page for the calendar ft stress and joe under the cut ↓

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Dare I say menstrual items for women, healthcare, books, and life itself

Things need to be cheaper. Free, even

[yuttikkele]

thinking about benchtrio and remembering c!tommy was a PROFESSIONAL thirdwheeler for c!beeduo

tubbo: this is my husband ranboo I love him very much

some person: and who’s that?

*tommy in between them holding their hands*

tubbo: oh that’s tommy he’s our ally

tommy: I HATE GAY PEOPLE.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny: Hey guys! Wanna see me pull a rabit out of a hat?

Tucker: I mean, sure I guess

Sam: No, that's lame and overdone. Get me a pet bat.

Danny: One bat coming up!

Danny: *pulls Batman halfway out of the tophat*

Danny:

Tucker:

Sam:

Batman: *scowling*

Tucker: *hastily whispering* Shove him back in! Shove him back in!

Danny: *shoves Batman back in*

Danny:

Tucker:

Sam:

Tucker: Are we going to get in trouble for this or...?

-Meanwhile, at the batcave-

Tim: *witnessing Batman get pulled halfway into a portal* WTF?!