#and then I disappear into the void again

[arafaxdeep]

inspired by this post

[kimeoshi]

docked tor

[sopekooks]

SVT LEADERS ★ CHEERS

[vonnebenan]

been thinking about him lately

[butteronabun]

“You keep on giggling.”

You stop momentarily when you hear Diluc speak. You’re a little surprised that he’s there—that’s he’s so close, and archons, you didn’t even hear him—but also pleased, because yes. Diluc’s here!

“Oh, hi!” You smile up at him, even if he won’t return it back. “I was just looking at pictures.”

“Pictures of what?” The man asks. You feel your heart revel in delight – that only means that Diluc is making conversation, and if he’s making conversation, then he has time to talk with you.

“Owls,” You answer, before lifting the album to show the cover to him. It’s hilariously entitled ‘Owl You Can See: The Album.’ “The designers sure had their fun making this!”

Diluc scrutinizes the book. You can easily notice how he’s intrigued. He is a bird person, after all, since you remember him telling you facts about his falcon.

“I suppose.” What a short answer, yet you’re satisfied with it anyway.

You motion for him to take it. “Give it a look, I’m sure you’ll love the shots they took. The photographer is incredibly talented, and obviously, has a little bit of humor! I recommend you check page four first, because it’s a cute photo of an owl perched on a branch!”

Diluc obliges, before making his own comment. “It’s. . . preparing for a strike.” He glances at you, a little bewildered. As if he’s unsure if he’s going to say it. “This is endearing to you?”

Your smile widens. You totally understand his confusion. “Well. It reminds me of something, so. . .”

You wish he’ll soon notice your implications. But even if he’s still oblivious—with the way he scrunches his eyebrows, trying to make sense of it all—you’ll still love this man, no matter what.

“Of something? A predatory creature, that lurks into the night reminds you of something? Shouldn’t this terrify you?”

You giggle again. Oh, Diluc. “Owls can be gentle creatures too, you know. They can be sweet. And cute!”

Diluc remains confused, but he won’t disagree with you. “. . .Alright.” He dips his head down to examine more of the pages. “If you say so.”

And you think that’s the end of it, when Diluc goes silent, seemingly immersed with the pictures, until he speaks once more.

“I have so many questions.” Diluc begins, and meets your eyes. Your chest flutters. “When did you interact with an owl? What did it do to make you love the species? Was- no, the owl tamed? It didn’t attack you? Where were you when you saw it?”

You sigh lovingly in the back of your mind. There it is. The bird person spilling out—this is only the side of him that you’ll only get to see.

And since you’re such a nice friend, you reply to each one by one ( of course, happily! ) to satiate his curiosity.

[bluegooo]

The voice in my head (besty) says to post this. Who am I to disobey

[heymrspatel]

he just blurts out how he fucking feels now

@gallacrafts theme 34: i love you 💙 & The Dock Sluts entry for the @gallavich-fic-club summer writing camp gallacrafts challenge (cc: @whatthebodygraspsnot @metalheadmickey & @gallawitchxx) ✨

[alicerovai]

hello there you probably know sophia di martino said that she and the crew agreed that sylvie and loki’s story wasn’t “necessarily romantic”and you probably also know that a few months ago the cinematographer stated that loki now “has genuine friends and he’s in love” and you know that math is not an opinion. these are nice days! 💅

[alicornze7]

it is currently 12:30 pm and I have an exam tomorrow

The story of how i ship ragapom/hj

I'm getting wrecked by midterm exams so expect fewer posts from me

Pls ignore the hand I linearted it before realizing it looked wrong when it was already too late

[geminison]

“Billie.”

“Yeah?”

“Too tight.”

“Sorry.”

[ivorysodapop]

Design stuff!!! It's a little more drastic bc WWX is DEAD but differences between them also

AU Masterlist

[doshi-sukiru]

At this point I've lost all hope for myself

anyways Angel lucifer!

because i can't fuckin think to save myself anymore-

[tapakah0]

Rewatching animatics/animations of the authors I love and see all the sweats, poses, moves, progress, all their road over their creation, all ideas, all fandoms, everything they love and put it out in their works makes my head explode with such indescribable power

[racke7]

From a fanfic-writing perspective, One Piece is incredibly frustrating on a few counts.

The first is that... One Piece is actually pretty damn good, as far as stories go. So trying to nudge it into something "better" is pretty much a lost cause overall.

The second is that One Piece has this huge and incredible world that's filled with lots and lots of things... that we never see. As in, outside of the very local environment of the Strawhats, the world is incredibly vast and largely empty.

Basically? Because of OP's good story-telling, it's really difficult to really add someone new to the Strawhat-crew. But because everything outside of the Strawhats are both incredibly unknown (in the Grand Line anything can happen) and incredibly disconnected (the world is too big for people to really stumble into the plot "accidentally" with any frequency)?

Trying to write a non-Strawhat fanfic is a bit like just... inventing an entirely new world of vaguely pirate-themed shenanigans from scratch. It ain't fucking easy, is basically what I'm saying.

[lurkingshan]

Starting to think fast track release is an intentional tactic shows use when they know the end of their story makes no sense and just want to move on.

[tartagliove]

Coming Home ✧ Tartaglia

It’s been a long time since you’ve stepped foot in this nation, but the chill that settles in your bones from the falling snow is familiar and reminds you of days from long ago. 

Your old house looms before you. It isn’t as worn down as you thought it would be for being left empty for so long. The windows could use a good scrubbing, but all of the wooden floorboards of your porch are intact. Strangely enough, one of the boards on the steps leading up to your house is a shade lighter than the other ones. Maybe you’ve been lucky for once in your life, and the archons have kept away the worst effects of the harsh weather.

It just feels strange.

As you stand there, a heavy bag of belongings clutched in your hand, there’s a shift in the air. Not from the rustling of trees, nor the snow in the wind, but a change in the atmosphere that makes you turn around. And then–

A whisper of your name. 

You lose your grasp on your bag. It lands in the snow with a thump. 

“Ajax?” Your voice is equally soft, but the wind carries the name through the air to the man that stands before you. A man that is familiar yet different all at once. You can see traces of the boy he once was in the color of his hair (more ginger than the old bright red) and in the frame of his body (more muscular and scarred, yet tall and somewhat lanky nonetheless). 

His eyes though; they’ve changed the most. No longer as wide or as bright, they’re now a more muted blue with a hard edge to them, even through the wonder in his gaze as he looks you from head to toe. Life hasn’t been easy on him, and he’s had to adapt and become stronger so life didn’t devour him. 

You suspect he can read the same thing on your body as well.

Your heart aches.

Oh, how you’ve missed him.

He takes a small step forward, hesitant. Then a larger one, lengthening his stride as you too start to move toward him, picking up your feet through the thick snow until the two of you are nearly bounding toward each other, closing the distance until you slam into his chest and his arms wrap tightly around you—one at your shoulders, the other at your lower back, squeezing you to him as if he’s found a treasure he once thought he lost.

As you tuck your face into the side of his neck, and he breathes your name in heart wrenching relief into your ear, a feeling of rightness settles over you.

It feels like you’re finally home.