#and now it’s all the silly little pirate show that makes you cry

[totallynotasecretwonderland]

me, trying to write my two main whips that i’ve been working on for over a year now:

me, 12k into an au that struck me with literal lightning:

[uglypastels]

Darling pls would u mind writing a fic with OPLA Buggy where the reader is like a big fan of him. The type that wants his autograph, likes his shows and stuff like that and so Buggy melts for his little supporter and tries to impress them more and more bc for once he’s loved 💗🥰

no but i absolutely love this idea!! thank you so much for requesting it

masterlist | inbox - requests open

warnings: drinking. slightly dark themes - it's buggy after all. but nothing explicitly mentioned.

His Biggest Fan

How he did not notice you staring was a miracle. You knew it wasn't right, but how else could you make sure that it really was him?

Well, it probably didn't require that much to figure it out. After all, how many other pirates had long blue hair, a red nose, and that kind of make-up? At least, around where you were from, none.

That is why you had never expected to see him walk into this dingy little bar with his crew. You watched him from your table, from the edge of your cup, switching glances between his figure and the wanted poster that hung on the wall- more as an accomplishment than a warning, really- among the many others.

15 million Berry. A pirate doesn't get such a bounty for nothing. You had heard the tales of the Flashy Fool, the Genius Jester. The Ringleader of the most notorious outcasts and freaks in the East Blue, and somehow, he was sitting only two tables away from you.

You kept your eye on him the entire night, constantly egging yourself on to just go for it, to walk up to him and say something, anything.

Finally, encouraged by another large drink, you decided to make your move and walk over to the table.

He was sitting at the head of it, looking unimpressed as his crew drank the bar cry, smiling but never laughing at the jokes being made, generally uninterested by the conversations, thoughts far away from the island you all found yourselves on.

You cleared your throat, trying to call out his name, but it just got washed out by the noise around you. After another lost attempt, you tried to tap his shoulder, but before your hand reached it, his hand snapped up, nearly slapping you in the face.

'What?' He snapped alongside his limbs, looking over at you. His eyes glared with anger momentarily before softening up the slightest amount when he realised who was trying to speak to him.

'I'm sorry, sir.' You did your best to stop your voice from shaking. Some of his crew had stopped their conversations to look over at what their captain was doing, and you tried to ignore them as much as you could. 'Are you the pirate... Buggy?'

The acknowledgement sparked something up in him, and the corners of his wide smile grew even larger.

'The one and only,' he nodded his head, pleased, 'and who may you be?'

Nervously, you introduced yourself and watched him mouth your name to himself, grinning that wicked grin of his.

'I've heard a lot about you- about the things you've done. It's- well, it is quite impressiveve.'

'Why, thank you.' He cocked his head to the side, almost in bewilderment at the fact that someone might have found his accomplishments noteworthy. 'So, is there anything I can help you with?'

'Oh,' well, now that you were here, you weren't really sure what you had expected from approaching the pirate. 'No, I just wanted to- I'm not really sure.' You laughed off your own nerves and the silliness of the situation.

'Now, now, honey, no need to get so shy with me.' He picked up his drink. 'Tell me, are you a pirate?'

'Me? Oh no,' you, who never had left your small island and lived your days working on your family's farm outside of town, where the only form of excitement was to meet the fascinating figures that sailed by the harbour. 'I'm just-'

'A fan?' Buggy filled the gap in for you. 'Admirer?'

'I suppose so.' Your cheeks flushed hot.

'Never considered just sailing off into the distance? Seeking treasure and fame? No?' He read your body language as you responded to him with a shaking head. 'No. I wouldn't think so.'

He smiled at you, and so the quick turn from this kindness to the manic yell he shot at his crew, who had been giving him interested looks, was startling 'What the hell are you morons looking at?' he shouted out. The shock of it was enhanced by the fact that he reverted back to you and his smile just as quickly afterwards.

It should have scared you. Perhaps it even did, but you easily could have mistaken the fear for excitement. There was just something so raw and refreshing about the pirate captain, something you had never seen in any man before.

Buggy leaned over the table to look up at you, knuckles under his chin. 'But I bet you would want to go on a big adventure, hmm?'

'Uhm...'

'Go out into the world, follow your dreams? I'm sure there is something out there you'd want?' But was there? Your world so far had been so small that dreams had never even felt like an option.

When you didn't answer, Buggy sat back in his chair. 'Perhaps not. The pirate life isn't for everyone, is it, sugar?' He chuckled. 'Anything else I can do you for? An autograph maybe?'

'Oh, I don't mean to bo-' you didn't want to seem like the annoying kind of "fan", after all, but Buggy wasn't having any of it.

'Nonsense!' He clicked his fingers, and someone at the other end of the table got up and ripped the captain's wanted poster off the wall. They handed it to him as Buggy pulled a pen from the inside of his coat, signing his name in large, scratchy letters. 'Anything for my... biggest fan.'

Another hot flash came over your face as he handed you the poster.

'Thank you,' you said, unsure. Surprised. For an infamous pirate with a bounty of millions of Berry on his head, he was nothing like you had expected him to be. Not with that smile he gave you or the wink he had sent you off with.

And so, you left the bar. A big smile adorned your face, and you thought of your interaction with Buggy for the rest of the night.

And he did, too. He kept you in his mind's eye as he listened to his crew's schemes on how to take charge of the island they had just sailed to. The plans they had for the citizens. He could already see it take shape. The biggest audience he's ever had, all sitting and watching him. Crying and laughing with him. With you, his number one fan, as his special guest of honour.

Oh, the plans he had for the two of you.

[beanghostprincess]

*holds you by shoulders*

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING ABOUT 1082 I WAS SURE IT WAS SHIPPY THING AND NOW I NEED TO KNOW

*starts sobbing while slowly falling to my knees*

…….please

I SAW THIS YESTERDAY NIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP AND I JUST WOKE UP EARLY TO REPLY BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES FOR THIS QUESTION I AM GOING TO KISS YOU ANON-

I do love and adore the shippy part of 1082 because I am a very intense Shuggy shipper and I had been waiting to read their break-up for sooo long. But it's not exactly what made the chapter life-changing for me, tbh.

Buggy's speech is... Is incredibly beautiful and encouraging. It explains so much about his character, the dynamic he has with Cross Guild, and why he's so resentful toward Shanks. Throughout the manga, we've seen him in serious moments, yes, but usually, Buggy is pretty much used for comedy relief more than anything. This is one of the first times we've seen Buggy realize the position he has now and say "Fuck it. Already on the verge of dead for these two, might as well do something with this shitty situation because for once, I have the opportunity to be brave and be more than what people think of me". There's literally nothing stopping him right now, and he prefers to risk his life enraging Crocodile and Mihawk than letting this opportunity of showing who he truly is slide.

And tbh, we haven't seen them ever since (I am starving please-) but I am really hopeful his speech somehow makes Crocodile and Mihawk have a little tiny itty bitty of respect for him at least. Because out of the three? Buggy is the one who deserves the title of pirate more.

Mihawk and Crocodile don't have dreams or ambitions and see pirating as a business. Even when Crocodile did have ambitions (remember when the silly rubber guy destroyed all of his dreams that was a funny arc haha) his whole personality has always been more of a mafioso than anything. Mihawk is a simple man and is bored with life being at the top of the top, he clearly wants something interesting to happen but doesn't see any use in looking for it himself. They care about their commodities and wealth. But out of the three, Buggy is the one who had to give up on his dream and now he has the opportunity to fulfill it.

"How can you call yourselves pirates with schemes like that?! You're doing it all backwards!! [...] Way back when... What did you guys want to be?! [...] I wanna be king of the pirates!! Wealth? Power? Why stop there when we can have it all?!"

This is something a real pirate would say. He talks like Roger here, I am going to curl up and cry don't look at me-

What I like about One Piece is the constant use of themes like dreams and freedom etc, etc... That's something we all know. But you wouldn't expect it coming from Buggy, of all people. And I think I'm pretty fond of him being brave and finally acting upon what he truly wants to do. What makes it great is that you have this comedy relief character standing up for his dream in front of clearly two other antagonists that have control over him in, well, strength and everything. But Buggy has something they don't and it's so, so much ambition and a dream that could be considered childish but it's the representation of freedom and doing things because you want to follow your heart. This is kind of why I always say Luffy would be more fond of Buggy if he knew the whole story and would probably support him a lot--

What I like the most about this chapter is both Buggy's character development through a speech + flashback and Mihawk and Crocodile being completely stunned by it because they weren't expecting this to happen from Buggy of all people. I know I sound like a broken record but I really, really, want them to respect Buggy a little bit more after this. Also, Buggy doesn't do this only to announce he's going to follow his dream now that he's on equal footing with Shanks. He does it because the other two mention needing overwhelming power over the rest. Buggy isn't stupid and knows how manipulating people works. The thing that makes pirates work harder isn't money, it's a dream. And there's nothing a pirate desires more than the One Piece, so that's kind of why he announces it publicly. First, to establish power, and second, so that way Mihawk and Crocodile don't get rid of him because seriously, Buggy is a better boss than these two because their followers appreciate him and don't feel forced to follow him.

Not to mention that the whole thing also shows more of Buggy's relationship with Roger and how left out he felt because people thought highly of Shanks instead of him. But Buggy, even if he was jealous, was willing to follow Shanks despite his feelings because he accepted being less worthy of respect than him. Shanks shone brightly and Buggy decided that, even if he wanted to be seen like that too, he'd give up on his dream and support Shanks instead because at least they'd do this together, just the way they did everything back at the time.

But then Shanks hesitates, and I think that's Buggy's last straw because he sees giving up going for the One Piece as something disrespectful to their captain (dad) and thinks it's unfair that Shanks is so respected by everyone even though the one wanting to follow their captain's steps right away is him. It's honestly frustrating. And then you understand better why Buggy is angry at Shanks-- Yeah, he made him eat the devil fruit and lost the map because of him (not really but whatever), but the way I see it that's just a metaphor for the real reason why Buggy is so resentful. Shanks' existence, even if it was not on purpose, made Buggy feel so powerless he gave up on his dream. And eating a devil fruit means the sea hates you and you can't have any independence in the pirate world, and losing the map is kind of like losing the only thing that guides you. He left Buggy with nothing and let him carry the burden of a lost dream.

This is funny because Shanks did absolutely nothing wrong and everything is a product of jealousy and miscommunication, but I understand why Buggy blames Shanks and this chapter makes it clearer and explains it perfectly.

Basically, it's such an amazing chapter for Buggy's character and it's definitely my favorite for him specifically. Although the flashback does wonders for my Shuggy heart.

Also, adding more points for the revolutionary plot in the end and Sabo showing up because I adore him <3

[emopirates]

Thoughts about the wooden demon boy who thirsted for life

OK so I think early in his pirate career Stede latches on to the story of Pinocchio because it’s about a "fake" boy becoming “real.” And for Jim, Fang, and Archie the focus is on a "wooden" boy becoming "flesh."

Stede has masked his entire life, with his father and his bullies and his arranged marriage. He has buried his true impulses over and over (when he made himself look at that bloody goose, when he posed for portraits with a stranger he didn’t want to marry, when he said his life wasn’t monotonous, when he told Mary his crying was an owl). A puppet who wants to be human resonates with him because maybe he has become a puppet, a little bit. He's done what people manipulated him to do, and what he himself learned to make himself do, to get by and stay out of trouble. When he leaves home, Stede isn't sure who he will become or what will happen, but he knows he has to go in order to find out. He takes a leap of faith, and I think he hopes it will lead him to be more authentic to himself than anything he’s known lately.

To Jim, Archie and Fang, the story of Pinocchio is maybe the same, but it’s also about a ��wooden” boy who is becoming “flesh.” Which is hilarious because it makes it a horror story, and Jim and Archie and Fang are all in on that joke! But also, the lives they have led, as an assassin trained from childhood, as career pirates, have led them to be tough and guarded (Jim takes a year to tell their best friend their favorite color; Archie isn’t phased by fighting to the death because that’s just how stuff goes; Fang is more raw and open, but also his persona is so different on raids vs on the Revenge that that juxtaposition is used to set up the whole cake-eating scene). Jim and Fang both remember a time when almost everyone on the Revenge was unguarded and soft most of the time. They wore soft clothes and sketched each other and played the lute and went on little day trips and talked about their feelings and kissed. Archie probably doesn’t know all those specifics but she can piece some of it together, I think. I think, to Jim and Archie and Fang, maybe the wooden boy story is still about unmasking and shedding learned behaviors, but instead of the focus on those behaviors being untrue, now the focus is on those behaviors being protective.

Side note: we don’t know this for sure, but Pinocchio could be the same story, mostly, in both tellings! Certainly they’re compatible with each other. Which maybe is a comment on what it’s like to put your story out in the world. People will make it their own and use the parts they need, and that’s the desired effect! That’s part of it! Look how much relief and hope it’s giving these folks to do these silly demon voices! Look how this fancy guy is enjoying reading this kids' story to his new family!

Also both s1e1 and s2e1 end with Pinocchio (if you include the post-credit tag) which I just think is neat.

Seagull feast

I think this is related. I was wondering if the seagull feast is maybe a goose callback?

Goose: baby Stede making himself go through the motions of seeming tough and masking to avoid mean comments from dad. Mostly this isn't successful, shown by baby stede’s flinch and dad’s lecture. Dad still mean, goose still not nice to look at. Flashbacks to the goose moment always come when Stede feels like he's weak or weird or wrong :(((( — but, I think this is changing in season 2!

Seagull: Shows that the crew have made themselves BE tough since the storm / almost killing Ed. They are much more effective at toughening up than baby Stede (not flinching at the sight of the dead bird but digging in!! eating it!!). They are more armored up than ever rn. They're eating a SEAGULL and not flinching even a little bit. They've gone full box-in-the-mind.

I love so much that Stede seems to see the bloody seagull and barely registers it (or jumping overboard, swimming, climbing up a ~!~ladder~!~ for that matter). Now he only wants to find Ed, and flashing back to his dad is the farthest thing from his mind, dead bird what dead bird who CARES I have important things to do. He’s got no time for his filters and protective layers and second guessing his instincts, he’s a real boy and he’s going to find Ed damn it!!!!! Ahhhh!!

Nine guns

There is so much to think about with Ed and Blackbeard and masks and armor. When Ed meets stede he’s been wanting to soften and take off his Blackbeard armor for a while, and within the first one hour and forty seven minutes :D of meeting, he does so, a bit, in the form of softer clothes. Ed lowers his guard over and over, in the bathtub scene, the kiss scene, etc, even renounces piracy (kinda ;), he is his real soft self and then when he gets his heart broken :(((((( he tries to suit back up with his emo makeup and nine guns, but he can't really get that armor to stick. Maybe because it's tied up in the Blackbeard persona which he was so ready to shed anyway???

I think I'm really glad he gets the head bonk and the cold shoulder in the antique shop and talking shit with Mary Read because they’re all little ways he’s getting little bits of protection/autonomy back?? in ways that feel authentic to Ed and not blackbeard, and not ed as part of ed+stede??? And then once he's that little bit safe he starts saying thank you to compliments from stede and yes I'll come back to the ship and gahhhhh

I have no conclusion and this is half formed, and I want to think/read about how the cake toppers and gravy basket fit in too, but really I just can’t wait for ed and stede and the crew to get more story time and art therapy. ✨🎶🎨

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 36

Nami was shocked, she hadn't been expecting Daddy the parent to know Usopp's father.

“So that's why you left the Marines to become a bounty hunter,” Nami had been surprised to hear the news, she was aware that bounty hunters had their place but that they were still looked down upon by many Marines. “It makes so much sense now,” She couldn't help but wonder if Genzio, who was the closest thing to a father she and Nojiko had to father, would have done the same.

“Papa, no! A pirate did not spare your life! Please tell me that's not true! Tell me you killed that nasty pirate!” The little girl cried pleadingly.

“Usopp!” Nami turned to her friend. “Wow! Your father must have been amazing!” She tried to cheer him up. Maybe after hearing about his father he would grow a spine. “He beat Daddy the father in a duel! And it sounds like he definitely hasn't forgotten all about you! He's thinking about you while he's out there traveling the seas, thinking about the toddler that he left behind in that little village of yours,” Usopp put his arm out, tears in his eyes as he sobbed. Perhaps she hadn't done a great job of cheering him up. “It's OK, we understand I'm here for you,”

“There's no way you could understand Nami! That's not the only reason I'm crying! There's more than one reason, you're so much stronger and braver than me! Your father figure was there for you!” Usopp stated before turning to look at the man in front of him. “I get it, I understand why you'd tell me the story about my father. You told me so I'd be more courageous, less of a weak coward and be more like him! I'll never be a great warrior of the sea if I always run away,” Usopp took a step forward. “You laid out your truth, your embracement, your failure. You did all that to show me what kind of man my father is, what kinda man I should strive to be. I'll never forget that lesson, Carol, you have the bravest man in the world for a father. He's not a coward, he isn't afraid of anything. Isn't afraid to be shamed! It's easy to find men who are big and strong but the ones who put their honor and pride on the line for others are one in a million,” Nami was reminded of Genzio, of that stupid pin wheel on his hat. How he wore it everyday just to make her smile.

“Papa is one in a million!” Carol agreed looking up at her father.

“I can't accept your dad's mercy, I have to be brave and face my death head on, I want a rematch!” Usopp cried out, wiping his tears with his arm. “I have something to prove to myself!”

“As you wish, choose your weapon. This will be our final duel,” Nami wanted to step in and stop this fight but she knew it would not go well.

“I chose Pachinko,” Usopp took his green slingshot out of his shoulder bag.

“Good, now let's see,” The man began to look around. A bell rang in the distance; it sounded ominous. “That weathervane, hit it if you wish to live,” In the distance was a whale shaped weather vane wearing a silly crown.

“What! That thing!?” Usopp had every right to sound panicked, how was he supposed to hit it! The slightest gust of wind could cause it to move! Daddy the father pulled out a gun and pointed it at Usopp.

“If you miss…”

“Right you'll shoot me dead, no third chances.”

“Usopp,” Nami didn't want to watch her friend die, what would she tell the others? Usopp was her friend, the one she was closest to on the ship, he was like her, normal. Not like the other three that were crazy and almost inhuman.

“This is the shot that will determine if I live or die with honor not turning back now,” Usopp pulled back the strings on his slingshot.

“He's not going to make it, there's no way,” Carol told the little girl what Nami was thinking.

She waited with bated breath. The bell still rang loud as her heart beat. The breeze ruffled her hair as Ussop stared at the weathervane; she held her breath as she waited for him to realize the shot. Finally after what felt like years he let go. The whale didn't move, it just continued its gentle rocking movement.

“you…missed,” Was this the end of Usopp's journey? Was there anything she could do to stop it?

“Papa no! No! You can't kill him, please you can't!” Carol sobbed into her father's coat, oh how Nami wanted to do the same.

“I can't kill him,” Nami looked at the man, who looked shocked. “He didn't miss, he shot right through the crown!” Nami pulled out her spyglass and preen threw it, and right in the center of the crown was a hole.

“Usopp you did it! I can't believe you actually did it! You shot thru the crown like he said!” How he could see that well she had no idea.

“Wow! Good job!” Carol congratulated Usopp who sank to the ground in clear disbelief and probably relief at not being killed.

“Your as good of a shot as your father, and brave as he is as well. Your father would be proud to call you his son. Go to GrandLine and find him, he deserves to see what his son has become,” Nami had to admit the more she heard about this guy Yasopp the more curious she became.

“You're a pretty good shot after all…for an old man,” Carol had a pair of goggles in her hands as she gave them to him.

They said their goodbyes and headed off. Usopp stood back up the goggles in his hand.

“When people say Daddy the parent is nothing but a disgraced Marine, we'll know the truth, the real story.”

“I will find my father one day! I will show him what a true warrior of the sea I have become! Until that day comes, I have to do my best!”

[squidsandthings]

top 5 manga/anime series :D

Sailor moon

My First love, my magical girl awakening, the reason i like women /hj (Haruka and Michiru the characters ever). I will always love sailor moon deeply. It genuinely saved my life and it will always be something which brings me lots of comfort. In the name of the moon, I'll love this series forever.

2. Bungo Stray Dogs

Okay wow was anyone surprised? I know this is a big shocker. To be honest going into bsd I never expected to latch onto it the way I did. I started bsd halfway through Moriarty the Patriot looking for something to watch in-between since I didn't want to finish Moriarty yet. Off-hand I happened to remember one of my irls (you know who you are) bringing up bsd so I watched all of s1 and s2 in one night. Bsd is one of those stories that's insane to explain but once it gets it's grips on your brain it's never coming out. The characters are just endless wells of potential and I never get tired of reading new analysis about the show and manga. I've made so many friends thanks to bsd. I can't not be grateful to it for being what really brought my blog any attention but also for all the connections ive made in this fandom and all the amazing fanworks Ive seen and creators i've engaged with. Bsd is absurd, its tragic, its funny, it's making me sob after work with BUBBLES???, but it's also one of the best things to happen to me, even if I'm going to push asagiri down some stairs.

3. One Piece

*looks at tab* hey! I made it to episode 250 of one piece thats like...22% finished. Yipeee....

Ok I know one piece is long, and @bubblingacid and I will gladly give you a 10 page essay about its writing and design flaws. but..GOD. For all the sexism, the pacing, for everything one piece can be. The things it's able to do keep me hooked. One piece has given me I think osme of the widest range in emotions ive experienced watching an anime. Water 7 so far is some of the best anime I've watched, in general. Arlong park, made me cry at 3am. And even if I want to chop skypeia into bits with a meat cleaver I will say it was worth it for the g8 filler arc. I was intimidated by the scaled of one piece when I started it. Finishing one piece felt like this unachiveable goal shinign off in the distance, a legend, something I could never do. But I'm here. Not done, not even halfway done, but I've made it this far. One piece fills me with hope. A stupid reckless hope, a freedom to chase a silly, impossible dream, with all my heart no matter where it takes me. And I know one day I'll finish one piece, just like I know one day Luffy will be king of the pirates, and I just have to see it.

4. Moriarty the Patriot

One of the first anime I got into! I love this show dearly. I'm not as obsessed with it as somehting like bsd. But it has alot of fond memories for me, watching it before marching band practices and such. Sherlock is my favorite ever <3 And I do say catch me if you can sherlock holmes to myself on a regular basis.

5. Pokémon Indigo & Orange Leagues

MY CHILDHOOD!! I have so many memories watching this show as a little kid with my mom. She would tell all bout watching it with her brothers and sisters as a kid and it was a real bonding experience for me with her. I did watch the dub as a kid so I did think onigiri were jelly donuts for a good amount of my life (ive learned now I promise). One of the first songs I taught myself on horn was the original pokemon opening. It's a show I'll always have nostalgia for and one which inspired me to collect way too many pokemon cards. I love it alot and always will.

ty for the ask!

[neverchecking]

(Work has been kicking my ass. Pray for me.)

The image of Tia observing the pirate ships carefully and trying to come up with a plan to take them out slowly and methodically, only for Sage to race past her, flame sword in hand, and she's just like left in the dust for a few moments, blinking bewilderedly, is hysterical to me. She's trying so hard to keep them both safe, but it's like herding a very angry tiger. Tia kinda just gives up and throws herself after him, while making sure there's at least a little raft to get them back to shore so they don't have to swim.

Meanwhile, Aaliyah and Sweetpea are speedrunning the term 'Mass Property Damage'. Because Aaliyah is used to 'Fuck Around and Find Out" Sage and Sweetpea is used to "One Hit or Bust" Tia. There's a lot of explosions happening in a very short period of time.

(Sage and Sweetpea share a single look of She can never know she's right when Aaliyah tells them bombs are better before they both start arguing their cases again. Although it does start another argument over whether bomb arrows or barrels are better.)

Sages' Secret Clubroom. A place of mystic reverence. A place where you may gain the wisdom of your predecessors. A place where you may seek refuge among your fellows. A place where you may train your mind and soul in solitude. A place where Sweetpea keeps getting his ass kicked at the Hyrule Version of Uno by Riju and Tulin and no one helps him. Not even Sidon. The betrayal! (Only Aaliyah knows how Sweetpea managed to get a whole bunch of squishy pillows into the Realm, but she's refusing to tell anyone.)

Hateno chills out severely once Natura is fully removed from the house and Ariel takes back over. Cause No One wants to be the one to tell the overprotective big brothers and sisters that Ariel got caught up in some silly fight or someone made her cry. Ariel is every bit as sweet and curious as her original big siblings but had gotten a lot less tolerant for bullshit when confronted with some villagers trying to start something with her new ones. (Ariel was also just straight up "Oh, you brought home a strange Sheikah woman who's from an alternate Hyrule and wants to get back to her version of you, but the Hyrules have merged and now she and her Link are now here permanently? I think you mean MY new Big Brother and Big Sister now." The immediate urge to Adopt is strong in Sweetpea and Ariel.)

(The only thing Ariel and Sweetpea don't fix back is the little secret hideout in the back. They use it as a mushroom garden. Which Sweetpea takes great delight in showing Sage only to get a mushroom shoved into his mouth to stop the grinning.)

Sage and Aaliyah mellowing out a bit because now they get actual recognition? Appreciation? Respect?! for what they went through and for their boundaries. Tia's treating them just as she would anyone else and Sweetpea is worming his way into their hearts (like the zero self-preservation fungus he is) and everyone in their Hyrule is just so much more understanding? Like they all know the Calamity and the Upheaval sucked from their end so being in the heart of it must've especially sucked. So Tia's Hyrule is immediately 'Our Heroes now. No Take Backies. Even if they nibble at first.' (A new slang starts going around. Talk Shit, Get Bit.)

(I totally get it. I work in a pizza place and every day I'm left drained from doing a job meant for four people and I'm only one ;-;)

Tia is so over Sage's shit by the third pirate ship. At that point she's learned to catch him, practically choking him out before he can get past her. She's trying to give him the backup he's used to, but it's hard because him and Aaliyah had such a wordless way of communicating, it's difficult getting him out of those habits.

Aaliyah and Sweetpea speedrunning Hyrule cracks me up. Together they are the one hit wonders and should it take more than one hit, that thing better fucking run because they aren't doing a third. It's a wonder Hyrule stays standing after they're through with it. Something not working? Blow it up. Something did work, but they have no need for it? Blow it up. This random 'traveler' is talking about bananas?

Blow 'em up.

(THE SILENT AGREEMENT THAT SHE CANNOT BE RIGHT ISNOFFB Even Tia knows better than to boost the ego like that. Who knows what kind of person she'd become should she know the truth. Know what she could become. She's just glad they aren't going through practical experimentation to support their arguments.)

(...Yet.)

Them playing the Hyrule version of Uno is so great because there is no way the sages aren't competitive. They all are. Tulin and Riju are those little siblings that make you pick up twelve only to throw a fit when you turn it around and hit them with a pickup sixteen. Yunobo barely knows what's going on half the time. Sidon hides cards. (It's their best kept secret. Believe it or not, that's where the go to gush about their respective partners when they can't sleep to the other. Probably have wedding binders up there and everything.)

Ariel is the most protected individual in Hyrule lmao. Like imagine these two figures, cloaked in dark robes and just oozing dangerous energy walk into town. People are closing doors and windows, shops are flipping signs and then boom! The village's sunshine child is running right up to them with a gleeful smile and cheers. People are gasping in horror at what could possibly happen to the child only for the taller of the two to scoop her up and throw her into the air, making her burst out in happy giggles. The shorter one is digging through their side bag only to produce a gorgeous sundelion and putting it behind her ear, giving her own greeting with a hair ruffle. That's how people learn that Ariel now has four siblings and two will commit murder no second thought needed. (Possibly all four)

(The urge to Adopt is an inherited trait LMAO)

(Sage is cursing every well for starting that secret hideout. He wants them GONE, but he can't say no to Ariel sweet face. He's a sucker for her.)

Sweetpea working his way into Sage's heart will never not be funny. Like Mikey and Raph from TMNT. "Sage is just a big fluffy teddy bear <3 If big fluffy teddy bears were incredibly violent." And Tia's hyrule just adopting the new heroes FHFFB ( Talk shit, Get bit is the new thing. Everyone is saying it and the best part? Sage and Aaliyah are completely unaware they are the ones who started it. They just think it's some quirky new thing.)

[noirapocalypto]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by: @katsigian, thank you again, bestie 🤗🖤

𝟏. 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞?

I am not, no.

𝟐. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥��𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝?

A few tears came out about an hour ago, but an actual sobbing cry, I think it's been a few days?

𝟑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬?

Nah, and we're gonna keep it that way. Not for me, thanks.

𝟒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭?

Yeah, probably. We're a sarcastic bunch in my family so lots of sarcasm thrown around. I don't think my sarcasm comes off as much through text though dksjfhglsd

𝟓. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲/𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝?

I was in karate from 3rd grade all the way to early highschool. I regret stopping and I would like to take it up again. Maybe a different style. But my old dojo and sensei are still around so I've been thinking about hitting him up again. He still remembers my bitch ass each time he and his wife run into me in public.

𝟔. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞?

Just how they present themselves and how they come across to others and myself, especially in a public setting. Just general vibes.

𝟕. 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫?

Lighter shade of brown.

𝟖. 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?

I'm very picky with horror movies so happy endings, I suppose.

𝟗. 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬?

The only one I can think of, I can't really do it anymore. Gotta practice again.😂But I can identify most common minerals and rocks and some of their properties from memory, if that counts? Show me a pretty crystal and I'll probably be able to tell you what it is and what's associated with it.

𝟏𝟎. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧?

Brownsville, Texas. At the tippy tip, way down in the deep south by Mexico.

𝟏𝟏. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬?

Writing, crafting, collecting, video games, virtual photography, world building, OC design, paranormal stuff, the occult, just being a silly billy in general

𝟏𝟐. 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬?

Three cats.

𝟏𝟑. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

5'10" (177cm)

𝟏𝟒. 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥?

English and Audio/Visual Production

𝟏𝟓. 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐛?

We're not made to work dkjfhgsd I'd like to be able to create (stupid dream but I went through a massive soapmaking/jewelry making phase and I wanted to have my own little small business outside of my now inactive Etsy) and still be able to support myself. So I guess something like that, being productive in a fun way that I enjoy.

Also pro-wrestler or boxer would have been fucking dope.

Tagging with zero pressure: @a-pirate @freckledsweetpea @ne0n-rust @spicyraeman @aldcaldos @kidomega91 @iamsancho @werewolves @oaathbound

[asterashley]

i love Ian Malcolm from jurassic park

this is not a character or movie analysis this is just me posting about a character i love again, there is no order or reason to this post, i just rewatched the first movie and he is such a little gremlin of a man while also being the sanest person in the room somehow that i just gotta. like he cant go five minutes without causing some sort of trouble but he's right about it.

he barely gets to be on screen before he starts laughing/growling at the same time like an idiot after asking in Alan and Ellie dig up dinosaurs. John starts to talk about how he's never been able to explain why he thinks the park is dangerous and Ian just goes for the little knee grab move where you dont know if youre meant to laugh or cry when it happens to you.

when Genaro says "things are a lot different than we had feared," implying the park is not so bad and all he has to say is "yeah, it's worse." the part about Hammond wielding genetic power like a kid with his fathers gun is really true once you see the whole movie, about how the power Hammond has wasn't earned with discipline, about how JP as a whole doesn't approach the genetic reconstruction with responsibility because most of it was someone elses work first.

"your scientist were so preoccupied with whether they could that they didnt stop to think if they should" is pretty much the premise of this entire franchise now. then John brutally misses the point and says Ian would have no problem if he were making condors rather than dinosaurs but Ian just isnt having it. he's a firm believer in just letting the world do its thing, comparing what the people at JP are doing to "the rape of the natural world." (which yuck i wish i didnt have to type that)

then the streak of bad luck with the dinosaurs no-showing, which is just a thing that can happen at a safari park zoo thing whatever JP has going on and he starts tapping at the camera going "you uh, you do plan to have dinosaurs on your dinosaur tour, right? hello? hello hello?" then hissing at the camera and sitting back in his seat all proud of himself or whatever. starts talking about the essence of chaos and how the Rex doesnt follow any park schedules, doing a little dance too.

the entire scene for the rex breakout, where he starts with "boy do i hate being right all the time" before the rex attacks the car with the kids in it and Alan goes to distract it where he shows a different side of himself, almost dying getting eaten by the rex to protect kids he doesnt know and i get the vibe he kind of doesnt like either.

the next time we see him, buried in the destroyed toilet hut asking Ellie and Muldoon to "remind me to thank John for a lovely weekend" then they bring him to the jeep then he hears/feels the stomps of the rex coming back and kicks into full panic, which to be fair he did almost just get eaten. "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, we gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here, now. NOW, RIGHT NOW, go, go, go, let's go" before he lets out this silly little "heeyyy" all the while motioning for the other two to get to the car and GTFO.

of course after getting injured he kinda leaves the movie's spotlight so here just a list of other little quotes i love but have nothing to say about - "i refuse to believe that you aren't familiar with the concept of attraction" - "do you just go about looking up dinosaur skirts?" - "hand flat like you're a hieroglyphic" - "now here i am talking to myself, that's chaos" - "that is one big pile of shit" - "i'm always on the lookout for a future ex-mrs. Malcolm" - "but John, when the pirates of the carribean breaks down the pirates don't eat the tourists"

and of course yes it is partially just because i love seeing hot men lie about with their shirt ripped open.

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

hello hello hello siren i hope u are doing well!!! i feel kind of terrible giving u show propaganda while i still have so many asks of yrs i need to answer but i have got to ask. have u seen black sails?? it really really really to me feels like something you would like. there are many lesbians in extremely load-bearing narrative positions doing varying degrees of terrible things & being really dykey onscreen. there are narratives about race & identity & messy awful relationships with desire & monstrosity and storytelling & lying and disability and bad sex with a disjuncture between what is desired and what is happening & violence and intimacy and true-selves and false-selves and becoming the story u tell about urself. it is a pirate story that does Not shy away from the slavery and human trafficking that both that idealized golden age of sail & 17th century europe were built on. the entire thing is a metaphor for otherness & the way anything other than the christian white western status quo is immediately considered an evil threat. one of the main characters reminds me a lot of wen kexing. also did i mention the lesbians. anyway. sorry for dropping this in ur inbox ggksksjf but it is. my favorite tv show of all time & one i'm cagey about recommending because what it if they don't Get It. but. i think u would get it. & enjoy it. anyway i hope yr good what have u been up to!!!! kleo looks awesome also should i watch kleo? 🖤🖤🖤

TvvvvvvvT

going to cry now because watching black sails is extremely difficult to execute when u live in germany and u dont want to go broke and like its not as if i havent been eyeballing all your posts for months and vicariously living through your meltdowns and analysises and gifs while manifesting a wonder to happen nooOOOoooOOOOOOoo YES u did mention the lesbians and YES that one lesbian gifset u reblogged where a woman pulls an arrow? out of her ex? girlfriend's shoulder and makes a joke about penetration lives rentfree in my mind

:]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] look at u!!! confidently stabbing into one of my deepest wounds woagh

edit: after thorough research instead of going to sleep like a normal person i bought a new subcription service

okay as for your Other Things .,,,,,,.. mhm idk if u would enjoy kleo tbh. i would love for u to watch it because welllllll sharing stuff i like with people i like is cool :> but its not really going hard into any of the directions u might enjoy. the thing i enjoy about it is that it takes a look at a very specific time period in german history, when the country was still seperated by a wall, from the pov of a woman trained to kill people in the name of the soviet communist government. so like. evil. and it takes a look at propaganda and how people's actions and betrayals specifically shape u, but its mostly one woman stabbing and shooting and lying her way to a secret she's trying to unearth. sooo many women with gunsTM. and the MC and every single other woman is incredibly resourceful and fleshed out and cool. its not a dark show. its a little bit silly and very easy to digest, considering the topic, and sometimes even a bit gaudy. i personally think it could have gone a lot harder but what do i know hehe. i had lots of fun. but the last episode rose my blood pressure. u might enjoy kleo and her silly sidekick thilo but otherwise uhhh idk. BUT NEVVER SAY NEVER. its on netflix and i invite u to try it out!!!!! :33

what i would recommend u to watch if u havent already is peaky blinders!!!!!!!!!!!!! tommy shelby the most silly guy of all time <3

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

It still didn't feel real, having Izzy back. Part of him still thinks that this is all in his head. Part of him still wants to turn the gun back to his head and pull the trigger. But maybe he had to give the other man a moment. Whether dead or alive, he had to give him a moment. To give him an explanation.

❝The crew wanted to give you a proper pirate's burial... but I wanted... I wanted you to be with me. I wanted to... I know it is selfish, but I wanted to be able to show you every little thing I found. Like that cool stuff Stede finds. Or the clouds. Or the silly attempts I make when I am trying to draw. To tell you about my day. Every day. Until one day I would... I would join you. I'd be buried next to ya.❞ He was crying now, silently, his thumb fiddling with the ring again, the other hand still holding the gun, his knuckles white. ❝But I couldn't... I couldn't stay, Izzy. I don't even know how it happened. I don't remember.❞ It wasn't the first time that he forgot about a few hours when he was in one of those moods, so at least that wasn't surprising. ❝One moment I was at that cottage... the next back on Revenge. They all... wanted the same thing. To make the English pay for what they did to you. And I got lost in it.❞

Izzy finally released the breath he hadn't know he'd been holding as Ed lowered the gun and put the safety on. Not letting go yet either. He hadn't realised just how much the sudden change in emotions had affected him and he was quickly feeling lightheaded. Having to close his eyes for several moments to gather himself. Drawing them only tighter as the other man spoke.

As Ed asked why he wouldn't just let him take his own life, Izzy let go of the gun and took several steps back. Sniffing to try and quell his emotions whilst looking off and out of the small window.

"I don't want you to do... that, no matter how I fucking feel, Ed." Izzy began before running a hand down over his face and sniffing again. "I crawled out of a grave... alone, in the middle of fucking no where.... on fucking land...." He looked back over at Ed, voice sounding both defeated and emotional. A mixture of sadness and hurt in his eyes. "All that time together at sea and... and you bury me on fucking land... alone. I meant nothing, did I? Because if I did, there would have been someone there. I wouldn't have needed to climb out of the ground, throat full of fucking dirt... and find myself alone."

Izzy had to stop talking as his words began to waver too much. Closing his eyes tight trying to force all he was feeling back down again.

"I don't know why I'm here, I don't...." His breath wavered again for a moment and he sniffed and looked away again. Unable to look at Ed for fear he would break. "I woke up under... it felt.... I had to claw myself out and.... finding that none of you were around, nothing was around.... It really showed how f-fucking little I meant to any of you.... Why would I go back to someone I meant so fucking little to...."

[cebwrites]

with a clingy s/o (law, ace)

law...... 💖💕💞🥺 //holds head in gay little hands 

masc reader, he/they law, trans ace word count: 1.1k

Law

Not that they’d admit it, but Law’s grown to appreciate having a partner who can come and go freely from their personal space without fanfare

Maybe not at first, with there being a tough period where Law would almost recoil at any express or prolonged amounts of affection, but these days it’s a form of comfort - taking the pressure off him to be the one who initiates the physical comfort he’s deprived themself of for years under some silly notions of toxic masculinity ‘piracy’ but so desperately needs

They can count on you to be at their side whenever you need it, fulfilling both of your needs, although if Law was going through a mood where they need some space, he’d tell you and send you off with a kiss on the cheek or forehead as an apology

The Doc always makes it up to you, though, it just might take a while

He likes the feeling of your hands against his skin, and theirs on yours; while sex is nice, just as important are the times where the two of you just hold one another, topless in bed with your arms around each other’s bodies, talking about anything and everything, comfortable enough for them to even crack a smile that you don’t mention - only smiling back and kissing them with all the love and warmth he makes you feel

Law’s developed a habit of grazing his goatee against the crook of your neck first thing in the morning, or whenever his disastrous internal clock manages to haul them out of bed honestly, just to hear you squeal at him about how it tickles and perhaps even take in the comfort of your scent

If anyone else happened to see or god forbid comment on it, Law at first would immediately clam up again and you wouldn’t see affection from the captain for at least a week; but these days, now that they’re much more secure in their feelings for you and your relationship, snickers and teases are simply met with a middle finger while Law buries his face for a little longer

When Law does wake up at a reasonable time, or at least at the same time as you, he likes shaving in the morning while you brushed your teeth beside him, neither of you quite awake yet but still showing subtle hints of affection when you bump hips or shoulders

When you offer to help him and it’s the rare occasion where Law agrees, or Law returns the favor by taking care of your morning stubble without the need to ask them - he does, however, tell you to stop grinning like an idiot before they accidentally nick you

Any number of years ago, before you became such a staple fixture in their life, Law would’ve simply shambles the unwanted hair off his face, but now that he’s found himself in this routine, along with all the other quirks they’ve built around you, they’ve grown fond of the domesticity

Perhaps the only downside to all of this saccharine affection to Law, though, is that when you crawl in his lap while Law’s working away in their office, you’re... broad enough to cover his workspace entirely, meaning they’ll either shambles you out, or have to put a pin in work for the moment to cuddle

You get your way more than he’d admit, but don’t push it or brag, lest those opportunities start to dwindle

Ace

Another incredibly touch starved boi, but far more vocal and not to mention shameless about it

‘Course, Ace wouldn’t say it in so many words in the company of others, especially with how teasing his own crew (mutiny, he’d cry) and the WB pirates can be, but his little nudges and the way he hovers around you speaks more than enough for him

Chronic hand-holder, even when your hands get clammy, even when everyone else starts to groan, Ace keeps your fingers interlaced with his - it’s most common when the two of you are walking around together, ‘so we don’t get lost, or separated’, but Ace will find a way to hold your hand even when you’re stationary

You accost him for kisses throughout the day and Ace gladly obliges, covering you in smooches until you’re in stitches from laughter and have to peel him off, or end up finding somewhere quiet to have a little cat nap while things are relatively quiet on the ship

In roll the hoots and hollers from your peers but Ace keeps up his ‘cool’ front, although from how close you are you can clearly see the red hue rising on Ace’s beautifully tan, freckled face

“If I wanna be all mushy with MY boyfriend, then that’s my prerogative, the rest of you can scram!”

He’d huff something along that sentiment all but one day of the week when Thatch, Haruta, and the lot of them gave it a rest, although you would tease him about even knowing about such big words like prerogative

And then the two of you would get into a lil slappy fight and end up tumbling down the deck, laughing all the way, while Deuce and Izou sipped their tea with a beleaguered sigh at the ship’s resident school boys discovering what a crush was for the first time

The man walks around shirtless two thirds of the time for whore reasons and to show off his top scars anywhere else, having you nuzzle against his chest or lean your head against his bare shoulder really shouldn’t affect him as much as it does, but he can’t help it

His entire face lights up, eyebrows even lids raising for once, and the doofiest little smile plasters itself front and center - Ace loves you but when you fall asleep in those positions, you’re really throwing him to the dogs

Marco, Vista and a few others crowd around him, Ace immediately gives them all a ‘god so help me, if you wake him up-’ glare, but ultimately has to submit to the teasing lest his wonderful boyfriend gets awoken in all the whispered ruckus

Truly, Ace is a man among men for taking such devastatingly serious blows

Surprise tackle hugs are also a thing, from both your ends, Marco is sick and tired of having to deal with injuries from aggressive gay affection and  warns that the next time you louts come into his office because of that, he’ll get you two to walk it off 

Ace play-flirts that Marco doesn’t really mean it as he’s being tended to, but the look that Pop’s first mate levels against (the both of) you tells you that maybe roughhousing should be kept to a minimum, for at least the sake of your health insurance-

[harryhoney-bee]

I'm feeling really soft and fuzzy today, So if I can request something I want to do that abeja 🐝💓

#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

Tag me if you write this baby ✨✨

Adore you alot 💕

Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

Word count: 1.7k

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I hope you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think 😚

“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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also thoughts on yamace now that you've seen them

Stabbing me in the esophagus would have hurt way less than watching these two interact. I want to give you a proper answer like I always do instead of incoherent screaming, but I watched the flashback so recently that I'm still fucking sobbing. I can't stand gay people and their daddy issues. They make me insane. But since I'm an annoying writer, I will try and explain why Yamace has suddenly made his way to my top 5 ships in only three episodes. I'm pretty sure everybody knows all of this already because I'm late to the boom of episode 1015, but damn, I really need to talk about this or I'll die.

Okay, first of all, their personalities are so good together. They're both silly and fun to watch and impulsive and they want to be free from the chains their fathers put them in (metaphorically and, well, also literally). Perhaps the animation and direction of the show (especially on episode 1015 because oh my fucking goodness) helped a little in setting the romantic mood, but the interactions were all them. These two are literally something else.

To me, it's the angst of falling in love in the span of a night with a stranger with whom you have a lot in common and then watching them go, hoping to see them again- Like, basically being the only thing you look forward to because you don't have anything else except them and the freedom they promised you. And then watching them drift away between your fingers without being able to do anything. It's the frustration and helplessness and the way Yamato's life was the best it could've been and then crumbled down to the point where he had to place his faith in a man who he only knows because Ace talked about him constantly without shutting the fuck up because he's the most annoying brother ever (I love him).

And- I don't know, man. The chemistry is unmatched. Like, I actually felt I was interrupting their romantic moment watching that shit. If I hadn't known anything about them I would have genuinely thought they would kiss.

The whole "You can't choose your parents" and "What do you really want to do?" left me crying and sobbing on the floor. I literally had to sit down on the floor and cry because I couldn't take the parallelisms between them, both being children of important pirates and feeling (a very valid) resentment towards them. It's so good. The way they bond and talk to each other,,, The way they look at each other? This is the type of thing you only see in a romcom. Because quite literally: What the fuck.

And it's not only the obvious parallelisms or the fact that their personalities match perfectly (and also that, aesthetically, they look amazing together. But I think that's what happens when both boyfriends are hot af) but the fact that in the span of a night... Their feelings were so genuine. Ace wanted to come back, he just wasn't strong enough at the time and he was so positive and determined to become stronger so he would go back to Tama and Yamato,,, And Yamato? Waiting for Ace? Yamato waiting for his only friend to come back but knowing he will never do it? Yamato was so cute and excited to meet Ace, and seeing him hurt but it hurt less knowing that he would come back. The fact that he's dead takes that away from him. It just makes him have more faith in Luffy because he carries Ace with him.

How can a ship be so fucking good in only three episodes???? Going fucking wild. Ace taught him the meaning of living freely. Ace made him want to fight to be free. Ace changed his life and, honestly, Yamato changed his life too because it was the second biggest promise (first one being with Luffy, about not dying) he made and he had to actually train and fight to fulfill it. And he wasn't able to do it, but the whole "Luffy carrying Ace's promise" thing makes me go fucking wild.

Well, basically, to finish this: Expect a lot of posts from me about Yamace from now on and also a lot of edits to Taylor Swift songs.

This is so,,, God. It's so romantic. The lightning. The smiles. The fact that they're literally two intersecting lines that will never meet again. It makes me sick.

[straightupsickfics]

i had to give ed a cold + stede a little caretaking moment. because even blackbeard™️ needs someone to look out for him when he's sick, right?

right 🖤

*****

It's not exactly unusual for Ed to be in Stede's captain's quarters, though it almost never happens without Stede there too, and it definitely never happens in the middle of the day.

Stede wouldn't have found him at all, but he'd gotten his jacket absolutely filthy trying to show enthusiasm for Roach's cooking lesson that morning, and he was dying to change. So, he's unbuttoning his overcoat and only half paying attention when he hears something stirring in his bed, making him jump.

"Oh! Ed, you gave me a fright. Not that it's not nice to see you, just wasn't expecting you... here."

He takes in the sight before him: the distinctly Ed-shaped lump on the mattress, though he hadn't even bothered to cover himself with the many blankets and throws Stede had assembled there. It also, Stede realizes, smells distinctly like alcohol.

"Are you... drinking?"

There's more shuffling from the bed, and when Ed looks up at Stede, his dark eyes are red and watery, like he'd been crying, or needed a good night's rest. But his nose is the real worry, rubbed an irritated shade of red, and it looking almost puffy, standing out against an unusually pale, drawn face.

"Tried to... didn't help," Ed mutters. "Still feel like shit." His voice sounds raw and thick and entirely unlike the Ed he's come to know and...

Stede blinks at him, the coat predicament all but forgotten. "You're ill," he says, the realization hitting him all at once. "You need something like tea, not rum. And something for your nose... have you been doing that all day? Don't..." By now Stede's standing just beside Ed, and he leans down and gently tugs Ed's hand away from his nose before he can think the better of it.

They both freeze for a moment, and Ed leans into the touch just a fraction, Stede's sure of it.

Ed glances up at him, then looks away, almost shamefully. "Didn't mean to crash here. Just wanted somewhere to shut my eyes a minute... head's been fucking killin' me..." He trails off, rolling himself back into the blankets, but Stede thinks he catches something about just ending up here, that makes him feel pleasantly warm all over.

"Well, you can rest here as long as you like," Stede says. "I'll be right back, alright?"

He hurries into his closet before Ed can say anything either way, reaching into a drawer and plucking out a soft, silky handkerchief that would feel much better than whatever Ed was using now. Stede has a sneaking suspicion it was his sleeve, if Ed's sore nose was anything to go by. He gives a shudder at the thought, then returns to the main sleeping quarters.

Ed's propped up on his elbow now, breathing shallowly, and he mutters a curse under his breath before he succumbs to a fit of truly miserable sounding sneezes.

“huhUHH—httCHSHShhh’u! uhhTSHchsh!”

"God bless you," Stede says, offering Ed the handkerchief.

He takes it, frowning down at it and sniffling; Stede can see the uncertainty clear on his face.

"My guess is that'll feel much better on your nose."

"Id's...too n'dice for all that," Ed protests. He traces the floral detailing with a finger, holding it like it's something special, and Stede wonders not for the first time how this is the pirate everyone, himself included, had so looked up to, torn between admiration and fear.

He still admires Ed, of course he does, but he knows now, too, that there's so much more to him than the stories people tell.

Stede waves a hand, smiling. "Don't be silly, that's what it's there for! I've got plenty and I'm happy to share," he says honestly. Stede turns and pokes at the fire before Ed can protest again. It's not exactly chilly in here, but the extra warmth might be nice, what with Ed feeling so under the weather.

Behind him, he hears Ed snuffling into the handkerchief, before sneezing again.

And again.

"hh! Huh’EDTSSSHH! Ugh, fuck."

"Bless," Stede says quietly. "Best to get it all out, I think."

He feels quite protective, all of a sudden, seeing Ed like this, his head full of cold, tired and tucked up alone on Stede's own bed. Something about the fearsome Blackbeard completely undone, curled up around a handkerchief, sniffling, brings that all-over warmth back again.

With the fire going and handkerchief acquired, Stede sits somewhat awkwardly next to the bed, unsure what to do next.

Well, no, that's not quite it, he should probably leave his friend to rest and recuperate, but he doesn't want to leave him alone while he's feeling so poorly, and besides, something's niggling at him.

"D'you always do this?" Stede asks as Ed rubs at his nose through the soft cloth.

"Mm?"

"You know, hide away somewhere with a bottle when you're... when you... Feel badly?"

"Does the job," Ed says, which is all the answer he needs, really.

"Hm. Well, I can stay with you, if you like? Or I can give you some privacy if that's what you prefer," he adds quickly.

"Might be nice," Ed says, "some company." He looks over at Stede like he half expects him to change his mind. Stede nods, smiling a little, then leans over and adjusts the blankets so Ed's completely covered.

"Better?" Stede asks. He rests his hand on Ed's leg, over the blankets, and lets it stay there.

"Are you tucking me in?" Ed asks incredulously, though his voice sounding more tired and congested almost by the minute.

"Maybe. D'you mind?"

Ed sighs, shakes his head. "No," he admits.

"I thought not," Stede beams. "Now, if you want to sleep, you sleep. Or! I can read to you from this fascinating book I've been reading, about a young girl who runs away and..."

He trails off, wondering suddenly if maybe it's too much, if he's being too overbearing, too... soft. But Ed's looking at him with such clear, tired fondness that any doubt fades as quickly as it arrived.

"Right. I'll read to you for a bit, see how you're feeling?"

Ed nods, and Stede can't help but feel a little pleased when he drifts off only a few pages into their book.

[inonibird]

Sahuldeem/Kaleesh Q&A #9

Oh boy! Here we go! (questions bold; answers italic) — Do Kaleesh pups drink milk from their mothers or are there differences between humans and Kaleesh? Heh, so I HAD thought of this some time ago in my brainstorming of Kaleesh biology, but decided not to write about it in the story itself. I headcanon Kaleesh as mammal-like reptiles, and when it came to the matter of nursing I looked to modern day monotremes for inspiration and reference. Monotremes do lactate from mammary glands, but don’t have nipples—they just sorta secrete milk onto patches on their fur/skin and the babies lap it up. So, uh. To answer your question, yes and yes.

Does Dalibor know anything about Ronderu´s backstory? How much time did she spend with the pirates anyway? Dalibor never learned as much about Ronderu as Qymaen did, but that’s not to say he knew nothing. And I always imagined she spent a few years pirating. It’s questions like these that cement my desire to someday write a Ronderu-focused fic in the Sahuldeem setting, starting back at Mir-Haz and leading up to the day she met Qymaen. Someday... :’)

Sometimes I remember the name of Grievous’ starfighter and cry Good! Let the tears flow through you!

Will you ever do a tutorial on how you draw Kaleesh? If there’s a significant demand for it, I suppose I could?

i finally got around to reading theough salhudeem, after it being on my to-read list for months haha. oh my gosh i love it so much, its so great to see kaleesh culture actually developed! small question, are we going to get to see grievous and gor interact? i was always sad we never got more elaboration on how grievous saw and treated his pet, i mean, he seemed pretty devastated when gor died... anyway, keep up the amazing work :D!!!! Thank you so much for reading!! All right, now is as good a time as any to make a confession (and maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but ah well): I’ve always thought the idea of Grievous having a pet was pretty hecking silly. In my original script (back when I was plotting Sahuldeem out as a comic), Gor only showed up in one panel during a Clone Wars montage, more as acknowledgement than anything expository. The plan has been to expand a little bit on “so where’d that thing come from and why does he care” in prose, but don’t expect a whole chapter dedicated to the cyborg general bonding with his pet Roggwart on Vassek 3.

I'd be surprised if noone asked you this before, did you intentionally come up with the term Sahuldeem to parallel Saladin? See, I always identified a lot with Grievous as being very Middle East, which comes from both the writers appropriating (as they do a lot) but also from his incredibly deep and poignant story resonating with the colonization the west has done to the middle east for centuries, the cultural anger we have. So I think its dope to give a nod to Saladin, even if its unintentional Thank you for this perspective! The specific parallel of the term was unintentional, I must admit. (I explain a bit about where the name Sahuldeem comes from here.)

Are you able to tell us anymore about Qy's wives? Hm, I can give you names + order of marriage: Zena kal Nitzelka Vykalla san Nisina Kirizal nun Shandana Ninurisa bal Zimah Siduri qam Ushbar Ashme nab Surhlavi Mahulena tir Kizurra Tila sul Khamaji Peshanu saj Anugi Ilona dae Zubaru (something I wrote in my original script when he interacts with one of his wives: “We won’t meet them all or learn their names. They exist on the periphery of what remains of Sahuldeem’s heart at this time...and when perhaps he finds himself caring again, it will be too late to matter.”)

How common is the letter Q in the Kaleesh language? Honestly? It’s rarity is in perfect correlation with how often I forget to use it, lol. Sumerian doesn’t have a ‘q’, and I don’t often remember to swap out a ‘k’ instead. It’s easy enough to handwave it as “oh ‘q’ IS a very rare letter in Kaleesh”. Qy’s just lucky!

Hello. I would just like to say that your work has inspired me so much that I am writing my own fanfiction. It would be a slight rewrite of the clone wars, but Grievous is more like his 2003 interpretation than his 2008 one. I have come to ask if I could borrow some things, like names of characters or places. Once it get the first act done I could send it to you to beta read, if you want. Hell yeah, that’s awesome! I appreciate you checking with me. When it comes to someone using any of my Sahuldeem-specific creations in a fanfic (vs. the official Canon/Legends material that’s already out there), I would prefer if you credit me and/or provide a link to the series on AO3. I’m afraid I can’t commit to beta reading any works—I can barely keep up with my own project(s)!—but am fine with folks linking me to anything they do post if it took inspiration from Sahuldeem. :)

Mentally shrieking because once the banking clan becomes involved, the end is nigh. There may be more yet to come than you expect, but you are correct: this is the beginning of the end.

In the next part of Sahuldeem, will Grievous ever get to appear before the Galatic Senate? (At least before the Clone Wars?)

;D you might know this already but i feel like telling you that fun fact grievous kills t'chooka d'oon in the 2005 grievous comic (yknow, the one where he captures a bunch of younglings and plans to build them cybernetic bodies, complete with masks like his that he designed himself). do you think he remembered You’d be hard pressed to find something about Grievous that I don’t know! I’m familiar with the comic; had to look it up to figure out what T’chooka D’oon looks like, after all. And yes—I do think he remembered, in spite of everything that happened in the intervening years.