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✨Strawhats✨

Roronora Zoro:

A Stack of sweets [Strawhat! gn!Reader] 🌿

with Chopper

A cute little drabble about what Chopper would Gift you for Christmas, Zoro has yet to think of something to get his new Partner; fluff fluff AMD Christmas fluff

God Ussop:

Storys just for you [Strawhat! gn!Reader]🌿

This man finally wants to confess to you with a self made present! Go Ussop Go!; fluff; Christmas; pre-relationship

Headcanons / Misc.:

What the Strawhat Ladys get you die Christmas [Gn!Reader] 🌿

With Nami, Robin and Vivi, platonic or Romantic; fluff

✨Heart-Pirates✨

Penguin:

The Cave [f!reader] 🌿

You are the newest crewmate on the Polar Tang, separated from the rest of the Crew, Penguin and you get a chance to get to know each other more; realization of feelings; Penguins past is mentioned; A precursor to this gorgeous fic by the even more gorgeous @/fanaticsnail

✨Kid-Pirates✨

Eustass Kid:

Under the Misteltoe [afab!Reader] - Part 1 🌿 - Part 2 🔥 - Part 3🔥

Kid is in denial of his feelings for you and Hurts you in the process. You two talk and your Feelings bubble over; Hurt and comfort; fluff; Smut; Kid is an Idiot; Christmas themed

Headcanons / Misc.:

What the three Commanders would get you for Christmas [Gn!Reader]🌿

With Wire, Heat and Killer; Romantic; established Relationship; slight nsfw

✨Other beautiful Characters✨

Portgas D Ace:

A crule dream [gn!Reader] 🌿

In Aces dreams you can't reject him and so he tells you things he otherwise wouldn't when you seemingly are a part of one again; confession of love; fluff; angsty; Posted on my inactive Sideblog

Shanks:

The Promise [Strawhat! Gn!reader] 🌿

Shanks promised Luffy to keep you safe while you heal from your injuries on his ship, while Luffy is out fighting. But Shanks feels drawn to you

Donquixote Rosinante / Corazon:

Just my Heart [Gn!reader] 🌿

You are on the run from his brother with Rosinante and Corazon, and He forgot its Christmas tomorrow; fluff; comfort; confession of love

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Luxury and Riches [Assassin!reader] 🌿

Doffy tries to Show you that he is fond of you (or so something, hes confused); fluff; Christmas; comfort; slightly touchstarved Doffy; No gendered terms used but reader wears a Dress and highheels

See my ✨WIP-List for whats to come !

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[queer-cosette]

Me: *writing an emotionally intense scene where I deal with some of my worst personal trauma by giving it to a character* Also me: hey why am I crying

[furlesscoconut-writing-blog]

@grandpuppyalpaca

KB Heterodyne Clay

Lu (Thrice curse her name) got hit with this odd feeling sometimes referred to as "guilt" after The Incident, and patched him back together.

Or maybe she just wanted something to do with her hands while her next vessel finished cooking.

Or maybe he's one of two perfectly ordinary war orphans, saved by the Heterodyne Boys and left in Beetleburg to be raised by the perfectly ordinary Clays.

He'd tell you the latter.

Whatever dark and twisted spark craze gave him his life back left marks, most blatantly the stitches, but also various pigmentation abnormalities, a slight stiffness in movement, and near-debilitating headaches.

Regardless, none of that quite managed to prevent him from being a somewhat nosy and startlingly well-reasoned child, his foster sister being able to remember many times where he confronted their guardians over something they were trying to keep from the kids. (Not what any of said things were, though. She didn't realise the situation was important back then.)

After a devastating workshop accident when he was barely 20 necessitated a second revival, KB immediately broke through as a practically unprecedentedly powerful spark, specialising in psychosocial analysis.

The last anyone's heard of the eldest Clay child is that he left to be a Wulfenbach spark after an explosive (though not quite literally) fight with his adoptive parents, said parents allegedly burning all letters received from CW since.

[valsyngur]

Hannibal sent Randall to Will as a gift

So I've been rewatching Hannibal AGAIN and yesterday was the first time that I realised something.

S2E9 "Shiizakana"

The Episode focuses heavily on Will's murder fantasies. It starts with Will dreaming about killing Hannibal. He openly states in the therapy session that he regrets letting Hannibal stop him from killing Clark Ingram.

WILL GRAHAM: I regret what I did in the stables.

HANNIBAL: Then you were lucky I was there.

WILL GRAHAM: Being lucky isn't the same as making a mistake. Allowing you to stop me was a mistake.

HANNIBAL: Then it's not your actions that you

regret. It's the lack thereof.

WILL GRAHAM: That would be more accurate.

Hannibal then proceeds to ask Will to imagine what he would've liked to do instead - his perfect outcome of this missed opportunity. Will fantasises pulling the trigger.

The important part about that is the feeling Will gets when he kills someone. He craves this feeling of power and Hannibal actively encourages this, almost orders Will to hold onto that feeling of power, to remember it.

WILL GRAHAM: A missed opportunity. To feel like I felt when I killed Garret Jacob Hobbs. To feel like I felt when I thought I killed you.

HANNIBAL: And what does that feel like, Will? Excitement bumping in your chest like a cold medallion?

WILL GRAHAM: I felt a quiet sense of power.

HANNIBAL: Good. Remember that feeling.

This is exactly what Hannibal wants from Will. He wants to see this side of him, knowing that Will feels the most alive, feels the most like himself. He feels powerful and just.

And what does Hannibal do after Will confesses that not killing Clark was a missed opportunity?

He creates a new opportunity for Will! He sends Randall Tier after Will to give Will the opportunity to kill, to feel this incredible again.

During my first few times I always thought that Hannibal just sends Randall after Will as an "act of reciprocity" to quote him directly.

But I don't think that alone is the case. I think that Hannibal wanted to give Will the gift to feel this powerful again.

"OFF Hannibal surprised by Will Graham a second time --

-- and pleased."

In the next Episode it gets even more clear when Hannibal says "one positive action begets another" when they talk about it. Hannibal sees it as a positive thing that they both basically sent a serial killer to the other. And what makes this even more beautiful is the way Hannibal carefully and gently cleans Will's hands afterwards.

Hannibal didn't do this because he wanted a little sort of revenge, he did this to give Will what he craves most. It was a gift.

[waterthecoconut]

They’re watching me write fics about them 😳

[cocopineo]

The Girl and the Goddess

A girl speaks to the true goddess of discord and strife.

*˚✧｡ Characters: Seraphina, Eris

*˚✧｡ Rating: Everyone

*˚✧｡Word Count: 501

*˚✧｡ Author Note: Hi this is a one shot! I'm slowly getting back into the desire to write and I mean slowly. A bit short but testing the waters. Formatting a bit wonky gonna try and change up the style later. College has been a thing for sure ;-). Enjoy!

"Frankly cutie I don't see where any of this gets you..." Eris plucked another gold string, the once glimmering pieces faded to black. She takes another strand bored inspecting it, before raking a nail snapping it in two.

The smaller person, Seraphina, moves another rock to her left, rolling it.

"Well I mean you're like in my mind for some reason, trapped deep within another realm...."

Eris rolls her eyes, hair fluring out in frustration before it stills back to soft hovering. Then taking another string, plucking.

"Yes, begrudgingly."

"Is it really that bad?" Seraphina responds more as a statement than a question, going back to tidying up Eris's area...prison or whatever she thought it was. Eris lands her eyes on her a bit annoyed, she lays her head on the Earth.

"I have no recollection or thought of what you're saying."

The goddess huffs still bored. She dips a finger into the Earth feeling the coolness of the water. The water begins to swirl, forming a whirlpool. She watches as the girl below her takes gold and stones attempting to decorate. It felt odd knowing the true knowledge of this girl. Things she didn't know about herself. Sure it was only a hunch, a massive one at that but she wondered.

"You know they're all weak right?"

Seraphina snaps out of her focus ears perk at the goddesses words. She turns slowly looking up at her.

"Who?"

Eris huffs a bit more amused to the fact this girl was smarter than smart but so dense to the true history. However, no one or an esteemed scholar knew, not to mention it's rumored all the historic findings are destroyed. Yet again she had to keep herself saying it was just a hunch the gods, titans and others murmured. Even those ingrates didn't know shit.

"The gods, titans, those all so powerful beings you people worship, work for, hell apparently some of you even become. They're just like you mortals, humans to water folk. All the same.”

Seraphina looked confused, glancing around her trying to relish if she was talking to someone else. Or maybe isolation got to her.

"Isn't that nearly impossible some of these are immortal beings, here for eons? History says otherwise.” She quipped

"Your books lie sweetheart. Even those "immortal " figures have their demise. It's just...harder to find or know. I'm not just here for pestering and meddling Sera. Even for the wars I caused they truly didn't bat an eye. Yet I think my ordeals we're rather fun, it's for other reasons." Eris swirls the water again looking down. This time her expression looked more sad. Her brain wandering to those saccharine memories...nice memories.

Seraphina looks at her confused, a twinge of worry seeping through. The goddess notices her face furrowed, she motions for the girl to continue her redecoration

She does so, but now her mind is a bit puzzled by Eris's tales of myths.

She wondered what other reasons could there be....

[little-curiosities]

it's ironic how I absolutely loathe how teachers play favourites with their students but still yearn to be a teacher's favourite student.

[coco-chip]

It's the month of silly but there's no April fools here! Only two new fics to enjoy on my patreon! Both #gyjo jjba fanfics and both over 1k! Enjoy some previews and feel free to check out my patreon below

https://www.patreon.com/cookiebabbus

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Hi there, i'm Coco! Welcome to my Chaos Blog✨

This blog has been a "rebloging-space" for ages, but now things are going to change 🔥

The live-action One Piece has reignited my love for writing, making art and the OP Anime again.

✨I will start posting the occasional one piece x reader fanfic in the future, but i am slow, so bear with me please. 🥺🙏🏻

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[queer-cosette]

any time

“Thank you for coming” you message me

The night after your birthday party

“It meant a lot to me”

And I wish I could tell you

“I’d rearrange the earth to make time for you

I’d do everything in my power to make you happy

I’d buy you a mountain if that’s what you wanted”

But that’s far too intense for what you expect from me

So all I say is “of course, any time”

And when you open your gift

And frown until you realise what it is

And then gasp like a little kid on christmas morning

And try to remove the cellophane

So enthusiastically your fingers slip

- those skilled, gentle fingers losing their elegance

In your moment of delighted glee -

And you have to hand it to me to open it

Because my nails are sharper than yours

And you vibrate excitedly next to me

Like a bee that’s found a good source of nectar

And then you take it and meet my eyes and say

“I can’t believe you remembered”

I wish I could tell you the truth

That I’ve remembered everything you’ve ever told me

That I carry it in my heart like a vault

That information about who you are

Is so so precious to me

That I couldn’t bear to forget -

But that’s too intense, so instead

I just smile and say

“Happy Birthday.”

Ao3

[furlesscoconut-writing-blog]

#he'd get accused of identity theft

Ironically enough, I have a KB lives wip myself.

He doesn't get accused of identity theft though, from this list I'd honestly choose mail fraud.

The accurate answer is of course, treason.

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[valsyngur]

tryna write Hannibal's pov for a fanfiction is legit the hardest thing I have ever attempted to write

[waterthecoconut]

hi, i just finished reading your fics!!! they were so much joy, are you planning on writing more for this fandom? is it gonna be llorumi? or will you write something else too? what are your favorite ships in the show?

Hello ☺️🩷 !!!

I definitely do plan on writing more for this fandom! I am specifically Llorumi-centric and plan to write more about them because I am very much passionate and in love with their strange, strange, weird, complex relationship that I must thoroughly dissect it again and again… and again. It just takes me forever because I’m a seriously slow writer… because I get easily distracted from my laptop all the time 😅

I do have a sneak peak of a llorumi wip i’ve been working on for many weeks now, completely out of context:

I do ship Jaya and Kailor and Pixane! And… this is a hot take… but I was sensing something between Faith and Wu 😳🙈

I doubt I’ll write much about those ships though because while I do enjoy them, I’m not as passionately motivated to spend weeks writing about them. But who knows for sure! I may randomly be in the mood to write something out of nowhere for those ships in the future.

Thank you for asking! 🥰

[apricatt-art]

them!!!

[little-curiosities]

"you're so pretty"

It's a small phrase. A phrase I've heard my whole life, from when I was a small kid all the way to my teenage years. And for all the way people love to hear this directed at them, I've come to have a love-hate relationship with it.

"You're pretty" is a glow of happiness when a classmate you're not close with whispers it to you after you help them with their makeup.

"You're pretty" is a small smile of happiness when a little girl at the grocery shop stage whispers it to you while you're paying for your things.

"You're pretty" is love when you text your online best friend of three years now a new poem you wrote and she says your handwriting is as pretty as your eyes.

"You're pretty" is love when your other online best friend texts it to you randomly at 4am in your area because she lives halfway across the world and you have a twelve-and-a-half-hour time difference and she saw cherry blossoms and thought of how your cheeks looked in your latest photos.

"You're pretty" is guilt when it's your best friend of your entire life says it in such a tone that it feels worse than any rude things she could've called you.

"You're pretty" is guilt when it's your best friend whispering it to you while looking at herself with a slow resignation.

"You're pretty" is disgust when you realise that your friend gets compared to you and mocked just because she's not a carbon copy of you.

"You're pretty" is disgust when you realise it's the only reason why you haven't been treated the same way.

"You're pretty" is hate when someone who you considered a friend says it like it's the only thing that matters about you.

"You're pretty" is hate when this is your nth number of times hearing it as the reason for someone's confession, just that nothing else.

"You're pretty" is insecurity when it's 10pm on a Friday night and your brain won't shut up about you aren't smart or creative.

"You're pretty" is insecurity when that's the only thing you can hold onto during the darkest of hours because you don't know what else you have.

"You're pretty" is shame when you are asked about your abilities but all you have ever felt confident in was your looks.

"You're pretty" is shame when someone who's supposed to be interested in your writing tells you how you don't have to be smart because you're so pretty.

It's always "You're pretty" is the most physical of sense, I can count on my hands the times I've felt pretty when I've been called pretty. And all of them came from my online friends who have never met me in person.

And isn't that the most pathetic thing of it all? That the only people capable of calling my soul pretty are the ones who have never once met it in person?