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alison-raven · 1 month ago

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Another day, another Conan

Detective Conan 30th Anniversary Exhibition in Kuala Lumpur is finally here! And going there is the best decision ever!

To avoid people, I went there during weekday, and I took my AL for these... Also, it is the best decision I've ever made.

If you know me, I am obsessed (but not in the unhealthy way, just the good amount of obsession) with Detective Conan, especially with Shinichi. He is been my favourite character ever and I even dubbed him as my first husband. He is my comfort character, ever.

The exhibition is held at Pavillion Bukit Jalil. I want to purchase ticket for early exhibition, but I cannot. I really want to go to the opening ceremony. They have the mascot over there. Still, I get early bird promotion for purchased the ticket before it is started. Too bad that I have to go alone cause nobody really love Detective Conan like I do.

So, let's me tell you what I like the most for this exhibition. Bear with me cause I'm a little bit bias because, well, you know...

Of course it is started with the illustration picture from the manga and a word from Aoyama-sensei and along the way. I like went the show Conan's statue with how he always point out number 3 .

I went alone, so I had to be a little bit creative. And my brilliant brain gave me an idea. But, I do sometime asked someone to help me to took a picture for me.

As usual, they gave a pamphlet to complete the stamp. For that, they have small floating shelf for that. Using the shelf, I used my Apple watch to get me the best picture that I made to take.

Like watching Picasso's painting...

The moments that I want to highlight like below:

From the section of Conan's Love, there are some picture that I like. For example like how they show love for Chihaya and Yokomizo being highlighted. Are they canon?

And about Higo Ryusuke, which is my favourite minor character in this show. I wish we have more screen time for this man!

But, of course, we do do have the infamous Shinichi and Ran's confession scene. They are so adorable!

They also have Kazuha and Heiji's love scene, but to be honest, Aoyama-sensei dragged this too long and made me lost interest on their love scene. I love them, but addition of Ooka Momiji, yeah, not really my cup of tea.

We also have the cute Conan's design for the Conan's Hannin, which show the case that Conan's solved. Who still remember this creepy man from the library's case? I almost got heart attack when I saw this. They put it at the very strategic place!

And the famous あれれ（A~re~re). It also mention that Conan's famous excuse which is go to the toilet~

So, as Conan's fan, of course I know all the cases!

And can you imagine how many criminals in Conan's world? (exclude the filter's cases). Let me show you....

Yeah, so many criminals and I can said some of them are justified to do the crime. Don't quote me on that. But some cases are just sad. Sometime, I cannot hate the criminals.

And do you know who being shot the most with a tranquilizer needle? Yes, you guess it right. It is Kogorou!

They also show how many needle tranquilizer that was shot by Conan, which seems less than I expected. I swear I thought it should be more!

And at the end of the exhibition, there are cutout board of all major characters of the Detective Conan, but I want to highlight these two.

Ran is just adorable as she is but Shinichi! They have no right to made him this handsome and dashing! With tuxedo as well!. This remind me on one fanfiction from Ao3 that I love but not complete yet. It is Interview Mania by @purplellamanator. I can imagine them, Tokyo Spirits player Shinichi go to the red carpet, being interview by host Sonoko, and then model Ran also being interview on TV show by, you know it, also host Sonoko... I am rambling but I said what I said!

Lastly, of course I need to buy the merchandises! For me, it is affordable compare to online website (since some of these are Vietnam's product). With the purchase above RM100, you got free paper bag (since in Malaysia, you have to pay for paper and plastic bag. Even it is not free, I still gonna purchase it). The one from Japan is more expensive. But, I managed to purchase within my original target budget. I also have to buy expensive drink for the exclusive bookmark. Since I collect bookmarks all over the world, I closed my eyes on that. As long as I get the bookmark.

Also, I purchase the wrong T-shirt. I only notice it on the next day...

With this, I can confirm that I had a great and absolutely amazing time here. If I got another time and budget, I absolutely want to go here again.

Thanks for the organiser for bring my childhood here. I cannot express how grateful I am, cause lately we only got some famous animes exhibition like Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen and Attack on Titan. Finally, Conan is in Kuala Lumpur.

Let me also share some other favourite pictures.

Do you know driving with Professor's Agasa is always a problem?

Apparently, the trivia also point out about that!

You can see how awesome Ran is, which I wish Aoyama-sensei fully explore her awesomeness.

And how about my husband number 6, which (if I said it might be trigger to KaiShin's fan) is Shinichi's cousin? I got some idea for it since forever, but when it become canon on movie, I just laugh it off. I even asked my brother in Japan to confirm the rumor about the spoiler for me, since he went watch the movie before it come to Malaysia.

He got the whole section for his crime and handsome face! And his cutout board also dashing, but I wish they dress him with tuxedo with different color...

And although it is not my favourite section, I just want to upload this picture, the one from grave. Just to think only one of them still survive, pain my heart. Talking about Amuro, I wonder who will replace his seiyuu, since he being involve with the horrible scandal.

And lastly, all the casts are here. Can I just take these after this exhibition over? I probably don't talk about others, but they still have place in my heart. I LOVE DETECTIVE CONAN!

#Detective Conan #Detective Conan 30th Anniversary in Kuala Lumpur #Pavillion Bukit Jalil #Kudo Shinichi #Mouri Ran #Mouri Kogorou

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laylajeffany · 4 months ago

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Heya !

Was wondering if you saw those screenshots of the novelization of Wednesday season 1 , and if you had any thought on it ? The internal pov of Wednesday is pretty funny, especially regarding Enid. ^^

At first, I thought it was going to be queerbaiting, but then I looked up the author Tehlor Kay Mejia and saw they're queer and a successful YA writer with lgbt romances in their work. =w=

And also, welcome back and thank you for continuing sharing your wenclair writing ! 💙

I have seen some screenshots of the novel floating around, yes!

I like the addition of more of Wednesday's thoughts, and of course I enjoy how she is leaning into her curiosity over her relationship with Enid (not even romantically just in general). I think her reasons for attempting to be with boys were pretty in-line with what I wrote in the Chaos universe and the Black Menag, so I appreciate that part of the perspective as well as it's how I view her relationships with Xavier and Tyler.

I've seen some discourse on my dash that it's OOC and a bastardization of canon, some that it's a "Wenclair-coded" and Netflix approved sign of endgame. I don't think either of those things are true, lol. I think that if it's written from Wednesday's first person POV, the author's job is to incorporate her personal thoughts into the actions we see playing out on screen as she only really narrates at the beginning and end of episodes. I also think that based on what I know about novelizations (I've read quite a few over my two decades in fandoms), they were probably given the scripts. We know that there were on-set changes made to the scripts, and that since the book was written seemingly well-after season one came out, the author likely did pull from Jenna's interviews that she felt the love triangle was the actual bastardization of Wednesday's character and went out of their way to make sure that Wednesday wasn't actually obsessed with boys but using them for her own ends, lol. I won't buy/read the whole book because I don't generally enjoy reading fiction and when I do, I am the absolute most triggered by reading in first person active voice. I cannot tell you what comes over me when I have attempted to do so, it's like a frickin' trauma response for me. Nothing will make me put a book away faster than cracking it and finding first person active voice, lol.

Thank you so much for the warm welcome back! It's been a journey to get back to it, but I'm glad that I am writing again. I should have chapter five of KiGS out Saturday and chapter two of Remember Death on Sunday! Thank you so much for all the love!

#personal #ask

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minijenn · 5 months ago

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UF Preview

I dunno, enjoy the boys meeting. I made it fuckin gay or whatever. (cries in Stedip for the rest of my life)

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While Dipper was still frantically flipping through the journal’s pages, he didn’t notice the large pink blur dashing through the woods ahead of him until it was too late. All he heard was a deep, fearsome growl before something plowed into him hard, knocking him clean off his feet. He clung onto the journal, keeping it clutched close to his chest, especially when he looked up and saw exactly what had barreled into him out of nowhere.

It was a lion–large and powerful and oddly pastel pink as it hovered over him, its teeth bared as glared down at its unfortunate catch with a menacing snarl. As soon as he processed exactly what he was looking at, Dipper let out a frightened yelp, covering his face with the journal just in case the lion decided to strike. Thankfully, that didn’t happen as someone else intervened just in time.

“Lion! Cut that out! We don’t have time to play around right now, we’ve gotta save Connie!”

“H-huh?” Dipper peeked out from underneath the journal, confused. The lion still had him pinned and still looked ready to rip him to shreds at any moment. But he didn’t, if only because of the boy peering down at him from the feline’s back with a look of apologetic concern.

“Oh my gosh, are you ok?” he asked. He didn’t give Dipper a chance to answer before he scowled down at the pink beast beneath him, annoyed. “Lion, get off of him already!” The lion didn’t budge, at least not until the boy scolded him again. “Lioooon…”

The beast huffed, backing off at long last. As soon as he was free, Dipper scrambled to his feet, backing away from the big cat fearfully. “That’s… an actual lion…” he muttered, still in disbelief.

“He sure is!” the boy mustered a smile as he patted Lion’s side.

“And he’s pink,” Dipper stressed, bewildered.

“I know,” the boy chuckled. “Isn’t he cool?”

“A-and he’s yours?”

“Yup!”

“How…?”

“Oh, well it’s a really neat story,” the boy said, though his smile quickly fell. “But I don’t really have time to tell it. I’ve gotta go find my friend Connie. Y’see, she was kidnapped by a bunch of gnomes and I-”

“Wait, did you say gnomes?” Dipper interrupted. The sheer strangeness of such a statement should have been what caught him off guard, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was something he remembered catching a glimpse of in the journal. He flipped through it as quickly as he could, finding exactly what he was looking for as he turned the book over to show the boy. “You mean these things?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s them!” the boy nodded. “That’s a pretty cool book you have there. Where’d you find it?”

“...That’s not important right now,” Dipper quickly shut the book, hiding it back inside his vest. “What is important is that I think those gnomes may have ran off with my sister too.”

“Oh no!” the boy gasped, genuinely alarmed. “Well, then we ought to team up to save her and Connie. Hurry, hop on!”

Dipper flinched, warily eyeing Lion as he shot him another bitter glare. “You mean… get on the lion?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh, don’t worry! Lion won’t bite!” the boy assured. “...Probably. B-but it’s ok, I promise!” He held a hand out to Dipper, wearing a warm, encouraging smile all the while. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I don’t even know who you are,” Dipper pointed out dryly.

“Oh, uh, right,” the boy rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “My name’s Steven. What’s yours?”

“...Dipper,” he replied a bit stiffly.

“Nice to meet you, Dipper!” Steven’s already friendly smile widened as he held his hand out again. “So now that we actually know each other… what do you say? Do you trust me now?”

Dipper hesitated, looking between Steven and the hand he was offering to him. Briefly, the journal’s haunting warning echoed through his mind, cautioning against trusting anyone in this town. He already wasn’t the most trustful person to begin with, but how could he possibly extend what little trust he did have in him to a boy he barely knew, riding a pink lion through the woods? It was ridiculous, completely and utterly ridiculous. That’s exactly why he was more than ready to turn Steven down, to turn around and continue his search entirely on his own, except…

Except when he met the kind, soft, sincere smile Steven was sending his way once more, a smile so much like his own sister’s that it nearly hurt him to think about it… Dipper found he just couldn’t find it in him to say no.

“I… y-yes, I guess I do,” he agreed, slowly taking Steven’s hand. The other boy’s eyes lit up with excitement as he helped hoist Dipper up to take a seat on Lion’s back behind him.

“Alright, we’re officially a team now! And a totally awesome one at that!” Steven cheered, nudging Lion back into motion. “So let’s go find those gnomes!”

#o h my sweet summer boys #so soft and cute and blissfully unaware of the trauma that awaits them both #gonna write the girls meeting after that #so maybe ill share a second preview??? we'll see ^_^#jen writes #universe falls #uf preview #tourist trapped

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bigdealsgoddog · 2 years ago

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Lookism characters as fathers p2

Notes: just how I think certain characters would act as fathers (Jake kim, gun, Samuel seo)

Jake kim(kim gi myung)

He would absolutely love the idea of having a kid with you. He’s really hesitant though, he’s similar to Daniel in the sense that he knows what’s happened and what could happen so he really isn’t sure he wants to bring a kid into it all if so much is going down. But as long as nothing is really happening he’s not that hard to convince ngl.

When you actually do get pregnant he’s like !!! Me? I did that? Me? My kid? I got you pregnant? I did?

Once the initial shock dies down he’s all over you, as nervous as he is he’s really excited to have a kid of his own

Is the type to buy a million and one outfits for the kid before they’re even born and he buys all of the outfits from big deal street. #support local businesses

Unlike vasco he’s be really hesitant to bring his kid around big deal. Not that they’re bad or dangerous people but he remembers how much he hated his father for being a yakuza leader and being a playboy and he doesn’t want his own kid growing up the same way. It takes a little convincing on your side to get him to realize he can just show his kid why big deal is different from the yakuza and show how much good big deal brings

He started crying when he saw his kid for the first time after their born

There was one time you caught him playing with your kid, turns out it was a whole play date with big deal and they were pretending the baby was the yakuza boss while they ran around playing ‘pretend’ yakuza

It was quite funny when lineman had bowed his head in apology for ‘disrespecting boss baby’ and proceeded to get bonked on the head by your kiddos rattle

He immediately got dragged away by jerry to be “given to the fishes” while your baby cackled

There was one time you had gotten sick so Jake had to take the kiddo with him to big deal, this was when they were still young so he absolutely had one of those baby harnesses on

For the most part you or Jake would always pick up your kiddo from day care/school and normally it wouldn’t be a problem, Jake cleans up well and doesn’t really look out of the ordinary if his tattoos aren’t showing. That is until jerry came to pick up one day because you both were really busy and jerry is on the allowed to pick up list.

The teachers look terrified when they see this big hulking scarred guy coming up to the school, they’re panicking a little and the students don’t stop gawking especially when your kiddo dashes off excited that ‘uncle Jerry’s here!’

The teachers relaxed when they see your kid hugging Jerry’s leg and he just gives one of the sweetest smiles

The teachers end up asking you guys about jerry later on and even how he’s doing sometimes and if he’ll be coming by again anytime soon to pick your kiddo up. The kids nonstop talk about him and your kiddo cause now they think your kiddo has a personal body guard and if anyone tries to bully them it’ll be their ass.

I feel like aside from jerry as much as Jake loves big deal he wouldn’t trust anyone with his kid to babysit alone

Maybe Sinu

Maybe

Samuel seo(seo seongeun)

Honestly? He’d probably rather punt a kid instead of having one

I hate to say this but he’d be similar to endeavor in the sense of if he can’t achieve his goal of becoming ‘king’ he wants his kid to do it. It’s gonna take you talking some sense into him to make sure it doesn’t happen.

I could see Samuel maybe drunkenly confessing one night what happened in his childhood, how he wished he was gapryong kims son instead of his ‘real father’ who wanted him to get into the a/c industry.

You absolutely use that to get him to realize how stupid he is trying to make your child into a blood thirsty fighter like him. That maybe if your kid wanted to he could but just like him when he was younger his kid can go fuck right off and do whatever they hell they damned pleased if he pushed them enough. He finally got the hint.

He’d Lowkey spoil the fuck out of his kid though, he can’t have his kid out here in subpar clothes. This kid is two years old and will have more gucci outfits than a sane adult person would have.

You’ve pointed out that babies grow really quickly and that they’ll grow out of it in three weeks time

He doesn’t care

The poor daycare workers when you bring your kiddo in decked out in the most expensive brands, they’re terrified to let your kid dirty their clothes up until you tell them it’s perfectly fine and to please encourage the kid to dirty the clothes, maybe it’ll give your husband incentive to stop buying the most expensive shit

He still doesn’t care, have you seen how often he dirties and fucks up his own clothes? No fucks given

Honestly doesn’t give a rats ass about being a decent father until you snap at him(maybe while you’re pregnant because he’s giving a ‘fuck all that’ attitude if you want (insert food craving) just order it through the (insert food service) he’s not getting up just for a craving for a stupid baby) and you turned around yelling about how he won’t and can’t be a decent father because he’s too scared of messing up.

This man and his inferiority complex would make a complete 180, he’s out getting your food cravings and he’s making sure your feet stay elevated and he’s rubbing your shoulders. That’s how he ended up getting into the mindset of ‘well if I can’t be king and I’m having a kid they can do what I couldn’t!’ Of course as we already said you’d put an end to that real quick.

I think after the kiddo is born and one day you had left your kid alone with Samuel for like. Five minutes and by the time you got back the kiddo fell asleep in his arms and he’s just staring in awe at your kid. He didn’t think about it till now but they really did look like you…they’re just….so small and fragile…he’s almost scared he’s gonna break it if he shifts the wrong way. You see how anxiously careful he’s being before going over behind him to wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek

“It’s ok, you’re not gonna hurt them. They’re sleeping already how about we lay them down?-“”no!” He’d cut in a little loud and quick, shrinking back a moment surprised and confused at his own reaction, immediately quieting down his voice “no no…it’s fine-they’ll just wake up if I move…” he mumbled. He didn’t want to admit he wanted to keep holding them.

Gun (park jeong geong)

One of the few out of all these headcannons willing and wanting to train their kid to be a fighter and will probably get their way about it

His special talent is to literally train people into their peak performance of course he’s gonna do it for his kid to excel at sports in school and self defense are you kidding 100% teaches his kid kyokushin karate.

You’ve seen this man with money he would absolutely spoil the fuck out of his kid but in all the wrong ways. Samuel would spoil on the drip alone because “presentation is the most important things

But gun? He’ll buy his kid new clothes, toys, gadgets and even weaponry(as long as it’s approved by you surprisingly. You’re not letting your kid walk to school strapped)

You’ve seen gun a few times hunched over his desk doing paper work and your baby is sitting on his shoulders, messing with his hair.

Kids talk about your kid at school all the time, between how much luxury items they have and the fact their father drops them off in luxury cars all the time. Not to mention anytime someone tries fucking with them they immediately shoot it down or beat the crap out of their bullies.

You’d scold them while it’s good they stood up for themselves under no circumstances should they be shoving other kids faces into the edge of the desk to knock their teeth out. Gun will always reward them with ice cream behind your back for ‘using what he taught them’

Gun would absolutely bring his kid to goos place to brag about how much better his kid is compared to goos

Both of your kids end up just having a play date every-time while gun and goo duke it out

Speaking of goo

Goo(Kim joon goo)

I feel like in a weird way he’d be one of the best kinda of dads?

Not in the sense of he’s responsible or anything

I mean I feel like he has the potential of being a responsible dad, he’d say it’s like being that one anime character where he’s a stay at home husband while also battling the emotional turmoil of being a yakuza member, the ways of the house goo if you will

But he’s definitely the type to love playing with his kiddo, there’s a few times you’ll come home to him and the kiddo playing video games or playing robots together. Hell he’ll even spar with the kid, teach em a few moves and have at it

The problem comes in when the kid almost beats him a few times at a game and he’ll immediately cheat to pull his win.

Then you’ve got the kid fighting that yes they did win and goo being a teasing shit that he won fair and square

You know goo better than that

He’d absolutely tell his kid to give/tell certain things to guns kid to use/say to piss gun off. You’ll have a very pissed off gun at your doorstep regularly

Ok but also when you were pregnant he absolutely talked to the kiddo through your stomach. It would seem all cute and soft, you’re being lulled to sleep with his gentle rubbing on your stomach and his quiet coos to the baby

Until you tune into what he’s actually saying

“Once you come out you’re gonna say gun is a pussy ok?” Welp that’s enough of that

At some point he turned around and started putting headphones on your stomach, it’s “educational audio books”

He omitted the part where the ‘audio books’ are actually just various anime he’s seen and wants the kid to watch. Gotta start em early

He would totally fuck with Daniel and his partner because he’d get the intrusive thought to poke your belly when your pregnant cause like popping balloons and he’d convince Daniel his partner could pop easier than a balloon

#lookism #lookism fluff #lookism hc #gun park #goo kim #jake kim #Daniel park #jake kim hcs #gun park hcs #samuel seo #samuel seo hc #goo kim hcs

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no-one-anon · 2 years ago

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Unhinged twin soldiers on the 141 team.

I love them

{fun fact: reqs are open - please I need ideas}

"What the hell?"

Was all Soap said when he saw the two of you. There were two of you. You were a twin? When were you a twin?! He's flabbergasted. But he's even more flabbergasted when you two are up at two am and doing the most unhinged things ever.

He remembers this one time, very clearly. Unfortunately. That it was around maybe the first or second week that you Soap had the both of you on base. So, he wasn't very accustomed to the both of you, especially because you're both unhinged.

So, it's around two am, and Soap was in his room doing some paperwork and he went out of his room to grab a cup of tea, and he saw... Bright dots?... At the end of the hallway? It dashed from one side to the other side of the hallway, and it bloody terrified him. Then, it happened again. But.. there were two pairs of eyes.

AND OH MY GOD THIS BASE IS HAUNTED. Immediately, he dashes towards Ghost's room. Dashing past an open office door, which contained a tired Price. Which caught his attention, and made him get up and follow Soap.

Soap bumps into a few walls along the way. Hearing little cackles behind him. Slowly getting closer and closer.. And a tired Price groaning about how it was so late and how they were causing a ruckus.

Not even bothering to knock Soap bursts open the room, waking Ghost up. Soap screams, "THIS GODDAMN BASE IS HAUNTED." Right in front of a semi-awake Ghost. Of course, Ghost glares at him.

Price reached Ghost's room, seeing a distraught Soap and a tired Ghost. Then. A thud. Which caught the attention of everyone in the room. All of them turning their heads.

They see four eyes staring back at them.

"SEE! I'M NOT GODDAMN LYING!"

"What the hell?"

"What is bloody going on?"

The two of you poke out from the shadows and into the light. Oh my god. There is no way Soap fell for that. The two of you start cackling and wheezing.

"You actually believed that? No way!"

"There's no way!"

"Oh my days, this is hilarious!"

"You're so easy to scare!"

"Oh my god!"

Silence. Well, except for the two of you cackling.. Ghost, was slightly amused. But also slightly annoyed. Ghost flops back onto his bed and turns his back towards the rest of you, groaning.

Price was... A tired dad. Escorting the both of you back to your beds, making sure you both got into your beds and were sleeping. Soap left a big after you three, grumbling about the whole scenario.

#captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #cod fanfic #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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typingatlightspeed · 2 months ago

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you don't have to answer this if you want, as it's about a potentially iffy subject, but…

something i've been wondering ever since i started reading is: how prevalent is queermisia in the universe of monstrous intent? i know from reading that queermisia (queerphobia) isn't so commonplace in the universe that any of the mercs experience it (not that they have to) but i am curious on what exactly your angle is on it. despite being an au, monstrous intent is pretty canon-compliant. you clearly love tf2 and its lore!

in tf2's canon, saxton hale and soldier hate hippies, and presumably all they stand for—which means not just the anti-war sentiment, but free love and all the queerness it entails. which would not be much of an arousing thing to include in series about queer monster porn, but it exists in canon, which is why i'm curious. i can't remember if it's brought up at all in the fic series, but do you interpret saxton hale and soldier's hatred of hippies only being because of their anti-war beliefs, and nothing else? or do they not really hate hippies at all in the monstrous intent universe? and again: how prevalant is queermisia in the universe of monstrous intent? how much if it exists, if it truly exists at all?

again, you don't have to answer this if you want. i was just curious ajajsnsksnsjsjdjdjjd

Oh it's no problem! I was actually pretty excited by this ask when I saw it this morning and have been rotating my phrasing in my head all day at work, lol. I have a bunch to say on the matter! Also ty for noticing how canon-compliant I try to keep MI. It's something that matters a lot to me, where it's basically only an AU in so much as there's a stronger focus on supernatural elements (something already existing in canon) and my take on the BLU team themselves, but even then I try to keep them as close to canon as I can in characterization with my spins on them, with just little variations (except Soldier by and large being chiller; maybe undeath is good for him that way lol). I like a canon-compliant AU. It gives me a really strong framework upon which to build, a playground with lots of slides and monkey bars lol.

I'll fully answer under a cut so as not to destroy people's dashes, lol. This gonna be wordy. Especially because I made myself a cocktail after I got home from work so I'm going to be much more annoyingly wordy with a light buzz lmao.

The queerphobia of Monstrous Intent doesn't get addressed directly often, much like most bigotry, simply because the mercs tend to be pretty isolated from most of society both in their day-to-day life and job, and their role as people on the fringes to start with, but I've established a few things. Aside from the kind of monstrous bigotry Pyro tends to face, the other -isms and -phobias do exist, but to a far less dramatic degree for the time period. And with much less institutional power.

In "Gratitude" Scout's brother Lou is revealed as being married to a man, his husband Wally, and reference to same-sex marriage having been somewhat recently legalized is made, and that it was a direct result of it being legal in Australia.

Australia in canon is shown as being an incredibly advanced utopia of giant, buff, moustached himbos, bimbos, and thembos, powered by super science and Australium. It looks pretty utopian, and the fact that they elect their sovreign through fist fight suggests that it's likely at least somewhat a vanity position and that's it. Maybe governance is done via fist fights, but I like to imagine they have little need for singular sovreigns. In my mind, Australia's always been a global economic power thanks to Australium and super science, but because of the near-complete lack of scarcity this causes in Oz, rather than creating false scarcity like you see in the US and most of the world to justify Capitalist policies, they said yeh, nah, and instituted something a bit more Democratically Socialist. Not lucky enough to be something further Socialist or Communist than that because lbr they're still an economic world power, but enough that they're not scraping by on an individual citizen's level, leaving room to uncouple bigotry from politics because the average citizen's pocket isn't being picked by every level of government and business, so those in power don't need to deflect the ire of the privileged proletariat onto the marginalized proletariat. This is a bunch of leftist buzzwords to say that Australia probably ended up much more socially progressive much sooner than the rest of the major world powers for its time period. Not to say there aren't social problems, but they're probably different or at least greatly diminished compared to the United States, for example. I'm sure the aboriginal population would have some words about how much ancestral land they don't own, for example.

That said I imagine just like happens in real life, cities and large population centres tend to be more egalitarian than rural communities, which tend to be built around old-fashioned family structures and such. So while an Aussie bloke walkin' around with another bloke on his arm wouldn't bat an eye in Sydney, maybe it would out in the Mundys' neck of the woods. Sniper's mom mentions in "Approval" that they accepted Sniper being pansexual, which suggests that it's more scandalous a thing in their community. Considering farming communities tend to rely strongly on having lots of kids and big families to have a lot of hands to tend the farms and take product to market and whathaveyou, it makes sense that comphet is probably still kind of expected out there. Same as bigoted attitudes being looked past if someone's an able hand and willing to work cheap, for swagmen and such. Again, Sniper mentions in "Approval" that his dad threatened to shoot a swagman who was saying bigoted shit about an aboriginal man who was also working as a hand for the Mundys, so it exists, but far less violently than the US, especially for the time period.

In how I percieve Australia's impact on the world in Monstrous Intent, I imagine they were mostly an economic power til post-WW2, when so much of the world ended up connected by the conflict, and Australia's superscience and weapons technology became much more well-known, that they ended up a more central figure on the world stage. Kind of like how the US went from being kind of isolationist (aside from how much it was fucking with Central and South America and continues to today) to a global power with massive economic sway and lots of cultural imperialism. But instead of getting anywhere near the Cold War, they looked at how other countries treated their people and went "Strewth, no, you do WHAT to your gays? You do WHAT to your people of colour? You do WHAT to your women? Shit what year is this, 1897? You backwards cunts!" and dragged their closest economic allies into the Australian 20th century kicking and screaming on a social front. So by the late 50s the US was no longer institutionalizing their queer people, and by the late 60s marriage equality was passed into law, thanks to Australian strong-arming.

But here's the thing. Before that? It was still like America was. Queer people were being institutionalized, blacklisted, imprisoned, chemically castrated, the works. And even though Scout was a kid during it, Soldier and Engie were very much not.

It's been offhandedly mentioned, but BLU Engie is homosexual, and in his 20s (during college and his time on the rigs as a roughneck), he was a fixture of his local leather/bdsm scene. Engie was a leatherman, and a dom, and guaranteed has fought the cops on more than one occasion during a raid. He came of age during a time when being queer was punishable, and it's coloured the way he interacts with things. He's just now getting used to being public with his orientation. And even then he's still a Southern man at heart so PDA is deeply uncomfortable for him off-base. On-base at this point it's kinda whatever he's put his dick in damn near every one of those men lmao. But when he was younger he was part of a gay culture that performed hypermasculinity as a defense mechanism against violence and bigotry and effeminate stereotypes. That culture absolutely still did exist in the 40s post-war.

For Soldier, who fetishizes the military in a lot of ways, I'm sure the allure of being surrounded by a bunch of fit fighting men with little privacy afforded had its own pull, lol. Aside from simply his powerful blind patriotism and bloodlust, after all.

Soldier's complicated. Soldier as we know is delusional-levels of patriotic. He's a nationalist, without really understanding why that's bad or what that really means. He loves America, America is the best, everyone should want to be American, everyone should be American, because America is strong and beautiful and the greatest nation on God's Green Earth, Amen. But, like, that's as far as his understanding goes, lbr. The man couldn't tell you what Capitalism is, other than it's what America does, oorah. He's been told Communists hate America and hate Capitalism, which is what America does, so Commies Are Bad (which is basically what your average American understood of the situation at the time anyway ough). He probably had no idea Australia's pressure is what legalized same-sex marriage in America, just heard it was legal now and was proud because America loves him as much as he loves her and is always giving him new freedoms because America Is All About Freedom! Why wouldn't you want to be American? You get all these freedoms, and the purple mountains and their majesty, and redwood forests!

But BLU Soldier in particular has enough internality to understand that it wasn't always this way, and he's grateful. As far as he's concerned, he's been fed the line that soldiers go to fight for American freedoms. So if he's been given more freedoms, it's because the troops fought for them! And he loves war! He loves violence! Fighting was the only thing he was ever good at (to somehow draw a comparison to Gray Fox from MGS of all people), and he's given his life and his unlife to it. He lives for war. So when hippies smelling like patchoulli oil and dressing all counterculture with their loose flowy clothes and long flowy hair and YOUNG PEOPLE SLANG tell him he's wrong for loving war and loving America, he will BE OFFENDED and GET VIOLENT.

Someone who grew up and came of age in an environment with strict rules for appearance, grooming, and behaviour, combined with fetishizing and glorifying the military, which is even stricter with how someone presents their appearance, probably isn't gonna vibe with hippie aesthetics, too lol. Which is funny, considering he's absolutely all about free love and is open about expressing it, as opposed to Engie who is much more stifled about public expressions like that. But then Soldier is also way more likely to start AND end a fistfight if someone gives him the wrong kind of look, and is happy to challenge people to try. After all, he's dead. And his capacity for violence is not tempered by adherence to social norms nor politeness.

Saxton Hale is whole different can of worms, whoof. Yes, he is Australian, true blue, but he's also very American. Which is to say that MannCo was founded and based in the US. When Barnabus inherited it, that tied the Hales to the US, no matter how Australian the family may be. Based on Barnabus, his son Billious, and Billious son Saxton's size, moustaches, and accents, there's no doubt their roots. It does suggest, however, that in spite of owning a company headquartered in America, the Hales raise their families back in Oz. Barnabus had the advantage of inheriting as a grown man, but Billious, looking like he did, clearly didn't come up in the US. Same with Saxton. So I'm assuing they kept their homes in Oz, and did a LOT of commuting to the US for business, or at least kept their families there, making sure their sons were raised proper, true blue Aussies by their mums and other family members. So it makes one wonder just how present their fathers were in Billious and Saxton's lives. Though I also get the feeling that Billious spent most of his time in America compared to his father, based off his appearance (suit, hat, clearly more a businessman than an adventurer like his father and son, though maybe that implies that when Billious took over his father saw to rearing Saxton? I quite like that, actually...).

SO HOW DOES THIS AFFECT SAXTON'S VALUES??? WELL.

Coming up in Oz, Sax probably has the socially progressive values of most Aussies, including an openness about queerness in general. Saxton's pansexual and doesn't care to hide it. Why would someone get mad if he's got a bloke on one arm and a sheila on the other? Unless he'd nicked bloke or the sheila from some other bloke or sheila, but people aren't property, mate, so you've likely earned them leavin' you for a fine specimen of manliness like SAXTON HAAAAALE, yeh?

But his economic values? Less so. Man's a fiscal conservative, a Capitalist, drilled into him by his father and grandfather, the ceos of a powerful weapons company. War is his business and business is good, and free enterprize is his god-given right as a man who inherited his business by fist-fighting his father for the title! Just like any proper Australian inheritance! He takes the propensity for fist-fighting for positions and to settle disputes into a might-makes-right worldview only exacerbated by being a guy who manufactures guns for a living. He may have come up in Oz, and traveled the world, but he did it fighting, always fighting. Violence is his way of interacting with the world. It's joy, it's fun, it's horseplay. It's how he makes his money and maintains his business. So of course he's going to take umbrage to fucking hippies telling him war is evil.

But just as much, Sax clearly doesn't like idleness. He's brimming with energy at all times, always doing SOMETHING. Always coming up with new products, always coming up with new business ventures, always fighting someone or something, always jumping out of planes or through windows or breaking something for the sport of it. He IS the grind, in business and in play. Everything is MAXIMUM EFFORT because nothing else is fun or engaging. Hippies, these comunally-living, jobless, economically-divested, itenerant, peace-loving protest-mongers, are the opposite of everything Saxton values. He doesn't care if they could be fun at a party, with booze and good drugs and loose sex partners, he'd have to listen to them TALK POLITICS, and that would end up with him caving in skulls immediately. They're sanctimonious and insufferable to him, worldviews completely incompatible, plus they don't want him to go fight cougars with his bare hands and who the hell doesn't want to go fight cougard with their bare hands? Bleeding heart cowards. This is all ignoring how a frustrating amount of actual irl hippies of the time period were middle-class white kids doing poverty tourism for the cheap drugs and easy sex, eventually going back to their old lives once they got bored and turning into the conservative middle class elder boomers many of us loathe today, casting a pall on true believers who were out there actually doing political protests, community work, and mutual aid. Nothing but respect for ACTUAL hippies, though. Especially the old ones still engaged and doing activism. <3

I was just about to publish when I remembered that I did forget to mention something: Monstrous culture! Which is to say whether there is queerphobia amongst monsterkind like there is among humankind. I feel like if there is, it's in the more human-like and human-linked creatures, but by and large queerphobia isn't A Thing overall in monstrous culture both as a vague overarching concept and in smaller cultures within. Monsters tend to be long-lived, ancient, separate from humans in a lot of ways, and of course shunned or outright persecuted by many religions. So their values likely don't align with a lot of the bigotries of humans. They care less about who is fucking whom and more about where their next meal or bargain is coming from. Though of course, things outside of the norm can always be good mildly-scandalous gossip.

#Lightspeed Replies #Anonymous #Monstrous Intent #sorry not sorry for going on for so long but this is something I think about a lot #also I'm an anarcho-syndicalist so my political views are baked into everything I write at least a little #plus just navigating the politics of the time irl with the gonzo-ass world of tf2 and its effects on politics in general #AND the hyper-queer focus of Monstrous Intent lol

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You Can't Erase Me

One Piece fanfic, part 8

Previous parts are in my pinned masterlist.

A woman enslaved by the celestial dragons is found by a man with red hair. Angst and comedy ensues. (Y'all I SWEAR the funny stuff will come soon, I have so many ideas for shenanigans with the crew (Shanks) but I can't skip over the other stuff :/)

A/N: Y'all know the drill. Also certain foods not technically canon in One Piece exist now because I said so.

TW: discussion of trauma, medication withdrawal symptoms, going to the optometrist, self-deprecating language, mc gets made fun of by 8th graders, general angst

A/N: Gave up on the dash line divider thing cause it looks funny on mobile. But I digress.

Enjoy something a little more wholesome:)

It had been a week since Shanks and Hongo had sat me down, and a couple of days since my last episode. Hongo's theory that human touch could help had been correct, and now I was able to get some small amount of sleep while hanging onto some crew member's arm or leg.

It seemed that Benn felt guilty over our spat, as he was the one who offered up a limb most often. He'd tell me stories of the crew's journeys, explain different things about pirates, marines, or anything else I couldn't remember. I learned about different crews, the warlords, and different countries along the Grand Line.

It was also Benn that told me about the One Piece, and while he'd mentioned that Shanks had been on the crew of the late King of the Pirates, he never gave me any details, saying it was up to said captain to share that story.

Hongo kept me company too, although it was in part because he wanted to make sure I was eating and drinking plenty. It was a bit of comfort to hear him explain how my health was progressing, however. Yasopp, unlike Shanks, was good at making me laugh, and often made jokes about the crew to keep me in good spirits.

I probably could have written an essay or two on his son; when he wasn't talking about his own crew, Yasopp would excitedly tell me more about Usopp's adventures with his own crew. Usopp's crew, the Straw Hat Pirates, was a common name thrown around the Red Force, and Shanks loved telling me stories about their captain, Luffy. He especially liked telling me (bragging) about how he saved the kid from sea king that had then eaten his arm.

While I was grateful for the efforts of the crew, I couldn't squash any of the guilt that often bubbled in my gut. I felt like a chore, some kind of burden or part of some checklist they had to make themselves do. Every bump or lurch of the ship made my skin crawl, thinking that we'd made it to an island and they were going to finally be rid of me. I couldn't get it out of my head that whenever the door to the medbay was shut, every one of them complained about how annoying or whiny I was, and how they didn't understand why they had to take care of some girl that they didn't even want in the first place.

They didn't ask for someone that screamed all night, they didn't ask for someone who couldn't eat without it all coming back up. They didn't even ask for someone quiet and unassuming - without another choice, they just let me stay on board, and I'd caused problems ever since. I saw it in the way Hongo's brow twitched when I puked up my lunch again or the way Benn's jaw clenched when I woke him up at night.

Hongo said every now and then that no one on the ship minded me being there, and that they'd much rather help me than throw me out, but I knew that wasn't true. On the rare occasion I made it outside, no one outside of the senior officers wanted to be near me. I was sure the only reason anyone helped me was because they took pity on me, like I was some stray dog that didn't know any better.

At least a dog was cute.

-----

Things got better after I was able to eat, stand, and walk around without vomiting everywhere. The stomachaches hadn't ceased, and most of the time I'd have to sit down from the way my gut constantly twisted, but everything stayed where it was supposed to.

It also turned out Hongo did have a sense of humor after all, because there was a list tacked up on the medbay wall of any foods that upset me- and often those things were very specific.

Chocolate

Too much cheese (don't ask why we have cheese)

Sea king meat on a Thursday night after listening to Shanks sing

Anything past Benn's spice tolerance level (low)

Pop-Tarts - what even are these and why did Roux buy them

PB&J sandwiches, especially when she eats three of them

Homemade mac and cheese (????)

Fried chicken unless immediately followed up with fruit

And at the very end, in Shanks's messy (drunk) handwriting-

pussy>:)

There was also a list of things I could eat without little to no symptoms, and some of them were just as confusing.

Sushi, even raw

Canned Spaghettios - another Roux purchase, it doesn't even count as pasta, I swear this crew is INCOMPETENT

Boxed mac and cheese in small amounts

Copious amounts of chicken alfredo, WITHOUT garlic bread

And Yasopp's addition-

ATE UP Shanks's shorts, NO CRUMBS

As many times as Hongo tried to remove their additions to the lists, both the captain and the sniper would either rewrite what was already their, or in Shanks's case, write something worse. After I evidently couldn't eat "used pirate ass", the doctor just left it alone. Part of me wished he'd left it something a little less gross, like "Shanks's left arm".

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We'd docked at a bustling island, and I could feel the ship occasionally shifting as the wind changed. I was holed up in one of the storage rooms, and having tried and failed to climb up into the rafters, I was curled up in a corner, keeping in the shadows. My hope was that if the crew never saw me before we left, they wouldn't find some place to leave me ashore. My newly returned hearing proved to be quite useful in times like this, and it wasn't hard for me learn how to pinpoint who was moving around outside the door or above me. I'd hidden like this a few times before, and no one had seemed bothered enough to look for me. I even almost relaxed, feeling confident in my ability to go unnoticed, when-

"Oi, girlie!" Hongo's voice echoed. "I need ya to come with me on shore!"

Fuck.

I stayed silent, trying my damnest to stay in the shadows of the corner, begging him in my head to just change his mind, that I wasn't going to be trouble any more.

"Come on, I want to get there sooner than rather than later."

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Was he that desperate to be rid of me?

"She's in the closet to the right, back left corner." Benn. A tear snuck down my cheek and landed with a soft plat onto the floor. I thought we'd made up. I thought he liked me.

There was a soft knock on the door. I stayed silent.

"I'm coming in, girlie."

Hongo pushed his way through the door and seemed to strain to look through the shadows in my corner.

"Damn, Jett, you're good at that disappearing act. The only ones who can tell where the hell you are are Benn and Shanks." He yawned, stretching some of the ache form his arms before he continued. "Alrighty, you're coming with me today to get some fresh air and-"

"Are you going to get rid of me?" I blurted.

Hongo stared at me like I had asked him to kiss Shanks on the mouth.

"What? No-" his brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched. "Did someone say something to you?"

"No," I said quickly, "I just thought that since- I-I've been causing so much trouble-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, girlie." He walked closer to me, squinting in the dim light. "No one here thinks you're too much trouble. You're someone who needed help and we wanted to give it to you. We want to be here for you because you don't seem to have anyone else, and we like you; it isn't because we just feel bad now and we'll dump you when we get bored or annoyed."

He held out a hand, waiting patiently for me to take it.

"No matter how many times you decide to upchuck Roux's shit cooking, or how many times you wake me up screaming like you'd seen Lime naked."

As much as part of me was screaming not to believe him, and to run and hide somewhere else, I laughed. I chose to laugh and take his hand and stand up.

"There we go," he said, patting my hand. Then he was back to his usual no-nonsense tone. "There's a pretty decent optometrist here, I'm thinking since your hearing has come back- which I want to test the limits of, by the way - that your vision should have come back by now. So, we're going to see if your problem is physical or purely neurological. Either way, it might be helpful to get you some glasses so you quit squinting at everyone."

I just nodded my head as he continued, watching some of the crew head off on their own errands. My feet felt a little unsteady as we hit the dry shore, now more accustomed to the rhythm and sway of the sea. Hongo offered his arm, but I waved it away, saying I'd be fine. He gave one of his small, rare smiles before continuing on about what Shanks had done to piss him off this week. Something about leaving his dirty sandals in the kitchen? I wasn't paying full attention.

I was wideyed at the busy city in front of us; people were everywhere and all of them seemed to be in a hurry. Most of them were yelling about various things - one couple seemed hellbent on getting a divorce because the husband's cooking was bad, a little girl was crying because her dog loved her older brother more because it didn't like its tail pulled, and someone else was talking about a warlord- there was a warlord here in the city? Did that mean trouble? Benn often said that there weren't many marine warships that would bother the Red Force, so had they sent someone more powerful after us?

I'd opened my mouth to ask Hongo when he turned to me and gestured to the large, shiny building in front of us. It was taller than it was wide, and the large red lettering on the front spelled "HOPITAL". Strange, but okay.

There was a large, red-faced man yelling at a smiling older woman at the front desk.

"We have told you, April, changing the spelling won't stop people who need a real hospital from coming in here-"

The woman, never ceasing her grin, waved us over. "Hongo, you old fart, I haven't seen you in forever!"

The man sputtered at her in indignation, clearly not having been ignored very often. "I ought to have you arrested-"

"For what, exactly?" The woman turned back toward him, her grin widening. "It doesn't say 'HOSPITAL' on my building, so you have nothing to complain about, Hank. Go bother someone else, I have an old friend to catch up with." She opened a door behind her, ushering us through, and shut the door in the man's face. I could still hear him squalling and cursing on the other side as April turned to us, her hands clasped.

"So, honey, what did you need?" Her eyes glimmered from behind her round spectacles, the bright blue irises almost transparent.

Hongo spoke. "I was hoping you could run a few tests on her. She's had-" he rubs the back of his neck and glances at me. "-a rough going of it and might have some brain damage that causes her vision problems."

"And you want me to prove that wrong, yes?"

He nodded. April sticks her hand out for me to shake, staring at me with fascination.

"It's lovely to meet you, young lady, and I'm sure this will be so much fun!" She dons a white coat, and hurredly starts opening doors, pulling out elaborate machines that get more and more comically large in size as she goes. My hand starts to sweat at the... unorthodox way this doctor ran her clinic, and wondered how close those machines were going to be getting to my eyeballs.

Hongo seemed a bit tense as well, but did his best to give me a reassuring look when he caught me looking at him. It didn't help much.

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An hour and a half of strange beeping, bright lights, and April telling me to 'Move your peepers this way, dear', Hongo and I were pushed out the door with a cheerful diagnosis. It didn't seem like the- whatever had been used on me had been the culprit of my most recent vision problems; I was simply 'Naturally blind!' as the doctor had excitedly told me. We had also been told to kill a couple of hours as she made my new glasses.

When she wasn't telling me to open my eyes wider than they could stretch, April had talked Hongo's ear off the entire time, evidently having known him as a doctor-in-training. I had to admit, it was funny trying to picture the gangly, nerdy Hongo she excitedly spoke of. He was a far cry from that now, having the same muscular build as most of the Red-Haired pirates, and from what I could tell, now sported no acne.

Said doctor was still a bit red-faced from that interaction as we wandered toward a small street market a few blocks over from HOPITAL.

He seemed to gather himself a bit as we drew closer, saying, "What all can you hear from over here, girlie?"

I tried to focus my hearing on the brightly-colored booths closest to us, and did my best to describe anything I heard.

"The merchant there is annoyed by his oldest. Apparently he was arrested for the-" I paused, trying to get an accurate number. "Seventh time for graffiti. And the woman buying from him isn't thrilled with the conversation." My eyes popped open. "Oh my shit, her wife is the marine that keeps catching him. Seems like she hears this story at home, too."

"Damn. You can hear all that from right here?" Hongo seemed to strain to try and listen too, but to no avail.

I hummed a mhm.

"You know, I wonder if your hearing overcompensates for your vision problems naturally, or if it's caused by your devil fruit." He seemed a little lost in thought at those prospects.

I tuned him out and focused on the booths now surrounding us, trying to catch a mention of the warlord I'd heard about earlier.

"I can't believe Shara would do that, she loves that man..."

"Are you wanting that scarf? Look, it's got a sea king tooth on the end there..."

"Look, Strawhat's bounty went up again, wonder what he did this time..."

"Woman, there is no way in hell you actually think Doflamingo is hot..." Oh, gross.

"The hottest warlord is Mihawk by far, I wonder what he's doing here..." There.

I went to tug on Hongo's sleeve, and he let out a grunt, still clearly lost in thought.

"Hongo, people are saying the warlord Mihawk is here, should we be worried?"

He seemed incredibly unbothered by this fact and shrugged. "No, the World Government isn't stupid enough to send Hawkeyes to mess with us. He's refused to fight Shanks since he lost an arm, anyway." He scratched his chin. "I wonder if he'll stay for a drink this time."

I'd heard of Mihawk and Shanks's past, but I'd gathered that the warlord barely tolerated our captain most of the time. I didn't love the fact that Shanks considered himself buddy-buddy with someone under the same government that considered me property, but I was often reassured by Benn or Shanks that he only held the title to keep from being disturbed, and often refused tasks the marines gave him.

I couldn't blame him for wanting that total freedom.

Continuing to listen to the girls' back-and-forth about which warlord they wanted to bang with mild interest, I started looking through a rack of bandanas that had caught my attention. I especially liked one with bright sunflowers on it, thinking it would look nice tied on my head to block my still partially-exposed scalp from the sun. Hongo, having noticed me eyeing it, snatched it up and bought it before I could protest.

"Pick out another one to wear out on the ship, you don't want that one getting too gritty or sweaty all the time." And he went back to looking at a few journals nearby.

He'd also bought the dark blue bandana I'd picked next, and I found myself excited to try them both on. It felt a little silly and childish to get so giddy over pieces of cloth, but I couldn't help myself as I snuck glances at the pretty colors in my bag.

We were contemplating getting Limejuice a t-shirt that said "piss is permanently in my Cheerios" when I heard giggling. It was a girl and boy, teenagers from the sound of them, and they were just far enough away behind me that I couldn't quite make out their faces.

"That's the doctor for the Red-Haired pirates, right?"

"Yeah, his name is Hon- Hongo, right?"

"Oh my God, he is so hot, look at those arms." I had to stifle a giggle of my own, and was about to whisper to Hongo that we were being watched when I heard-

"Who is that with him? You think that's his girlfriend or something?" Yeah, no.

"No way, her ass is ugly as hell, must be another crew member. I don't remember seeing her bounty poster anywhere though." What?

More giggling.

"Look at that ratchet-ass haircut, and that dumbass outfit."

Cackling, then a "Shhhhhhhhh, they'll fucking hear us."

"Wait, I saw her face earlier, her nose is so crooked, what the hell."

"And what kind of pirate is that skinny? And on a Yonko's crew?"

"Holy shit, do you think she's their who-"

My eyes watered, and I reached up to lightly touch the bridge of my nose before swallowing thickly, trying not to sniffle or let any tears fall. I tried focusing on any other sounds on the street, to the cats in the alleys nearby, to anything that could distract me from how badly my face was burning.

"Girlie? You spaced out for a minute, did you hear something?" Hongo leaned in closer and saw my face. "Jett? What's wrong? Do you feel sick-"

There was that damned giggling again, buzzing in my ears like a persistent mosquito. The two were getting closer, whispering about trying to get a peek of Hongo's ass, and was just within earshot of him when they pointed out I didn't have one.

"Oh." He straightened out, put on his "I'm going to murder Yasopp if he doesn't shut up" face, and strode over to the two. They squeaked as he got closer, and their excited grins vanished as he glared down at them.

"Did you know I've skinned grown men alive for saying nicer things than that to my crewmates?" A grin replaced his scowl, and I made a mental note to never try to make the doctor laugh. It was wider than April's, which was creepy enough, and nearly split his face in two, and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

The kids screamed and ran off, and I almost felt inclined to join them until Hongo turned toward me again, his face back to normal.

"What the fuck-"

He ignored my horrified expression and threw an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as we continued down the street.

"My secret weapon, girlie- the Doflamingo."

I decided to leave it at that.

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Two hours, a long search for clothing that would fit me, and a pair of new glasses later, we were back on the ship, immediately getting harassed by our ginger captain.

"Oi, Spooky, lookie here-" he jabbered on about some bar he wanted to go to tonight, and I was thinking about laying in bed, not really paying attention.

"-and I hope you got some good digs, 'cause you're coming with us!"

Excuse me? I stared at him, waiting for him to say something else, that he was just joking and I could go.

"I'm- doing what?" I spluttered, shifting back and forth between Shanks and an approaching Benn.

"Coming with us! An old buddy of Benn owns this nice music club and I figured you could use some fresh air."

"But I just got some fresh air, and I'm tired-"

"Damn. Womp, womp. Go put some nice shit on, we're leaving after dinner."

Benn was the only one with the decency to look apologetic, but even he wasn't budging on the issue.

"You've got to get on your feet and out of that medbay at some point, lass." He smiles a bit. "This isn't one of the nasty places Shanks usually picks out, I promise you'll have some fun."

And that's how I found myself in a billowy white shirt tucked into a pair of flowy pants cinched tight at the waist. It gave the illusion that my figure was fuller than it really was- at least that's what I told myself. Nausea crawled its way into my throat, and I my face burned again thinking back to earlier that day.

Did everyone think that when they looked at me? Was I really so hideous?

Hongo had told me not to pay attention to anyone like those kids, and that I was plenty pretty, but I wouldn't be shocked if he'd said that just out of pity. I just wish he wouldn't lie to me.

I leaned forward closer to the mirror and scrunched my nose. It was crooked, like I'd broken it and it didn't quite heal correctly. I studied the bags under my eyes, and the way my cheekbones protruded just a little too much. My health had improved drastically since I'd arrived here, but I was still so scrawny and all sunken-in. My jaw clenched as I remember some of the women out today, their lips and cheeks full and dewy, eyes bright and curves- well- existing. I didn't have any sort of makeup to try and even out my skin tone; Hongo had offered to try and help but I'd had enough embarrassment for one day. Plus, it seemed stupid to have that kind of stuff on a ship.

"Spookyyyyy, dinner time!" Fucking Shanks.

I groaned and just splashed my face with water, patting it dry. The best I could do was put my new glasses on and hoped that hid the broken nose and buggish eyes well enough. The one thing I did like was the sunflower bandana I had tied carefully around my head at the base of my skull.

I grit my teeth as I emerged out on deck, ready to face whatever teasing Shanks or Yasopp were about to throw at me, or the stares I would get from the crew for my pitiful attempt at looking nice.

A low whistle greeted me from across the deck. I didn't even have to look over to know it was Shanks. I fought back the tears pricking at my eyes. Get a fucking grip, you aren't a child, you can handle-

"You look great, lass." Benn's heavy hand patted me on the shoulder before handing me a plate of steaming grilled chicken and vegetables.

At that remark I nearly vomited. Teasing I didn't particularly want, but pity was far worse.

"You feeling alright? Ya look a little green-" the damn captain again.

"Please shut up Shanks, you're already forcing me to look stupid in front of strangers tonight, at least try not to in front of the people I fucking live with." I snapped, earning a few snickers from the crew.

I wanted to slam that plate down over someone's head so damn bad, and just storm back down into my hiding place, throwing these stupid clothes I'm not pretty enough to wear overboard somewhere in between.

Benn's hand was on my shoulder again. "You don't look stupid, lass, I mean it, you look-"

"Don't." My hands shook. "Do not fucking lie to me Benn."

"I am the vice captain of one of the most dangerous crews in the Grand Line, lass. I haven't told a lie to save my own ass or anyone else's since I met this ginger jackass."

Fuck. I'd pissed him off again.

"Look," his voice was softer now, catching me off guard. "I don't know what goes on in your head, or how to live through what you have. But don't accuse us of being or doing anything we aren't. We aren't trying feed your ego or pity you."

I just swallowed and nodded, not liking the attention I'd brought to myself.

Benn settled beside me when I sat down to stab at my flavorless chicken. Fuck, I hated having stomach issues.

He started telling me about where we were going that night; a tavern run by a well-known pirate from Gol D. Roger's time. Evidently she'd retired after the Pirate King's execution, not interested in taking the One Piece for herself. I didn't understand what was so great about another old tavern, other than the history of the owner, until Benn mentioned that the former pirate was once world-renowned for her singing.

"Her music's considered a bit out of style now, but her voice is still as good as it's always been," he said, sneaking me a few pieces of spiced sea king when Hongo had his back turned. "People go to her place for dancing more than anything, but I've loved the music alone for the entire time I've been at sea."

Dancing? That caught my attention. I wasn't one for rowdiness or heavy drinking, but some dancing actually sounded fun.

AN: Sorry this one was so long, and honestly a little boring, but I needed this one to set up the next bit, which is a scene I've been planning out and looking forward to writing since I started this.

We may or may not be finally meeting our beloved goth warlord ;)

#one piece #mihawk #red haired shanks #mihawk x reader #slow burn #straw hat pirates

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sumu-samu · 2 years ago

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Behind The Glass

This was how I imagined Tank reacting to the things Quinn was saying. Please have in mind I wrote this before Quinn’s Aftermath was uploaded I was just busy posting the Broken series and don’t have the energy to rewrite it. So if things don’t match up exactly I apologize

“He’s gonna try and get into your head Sam, say… say things that aren’t true to try and get you to tick. You have to take everything he says with a grain of salt. And no small talk. You have to go in knowing what you want. You give into his stalling he’s just going to get more and more under your skin.” Tank’s heart was beating at a rapid pace. What did Quinn want with Sam. It didn’t make any sense to them.

“Darlin.” Sam grabbed their face so they could look him in the eyes. “I know.” He said staring deep into their eyes. They could tell he was trying to calm them down. It only half worked.

“Sam there’s been things I haven’t told you….. he… I want to be the one to tell you personally but… knowing Quinn he’s going to bring them up. Please…. If you hate me after what he says then… give me at least a chance to explain myself.” They held on to him tight, they couldn’t let him go. He was their mate, their world.

“Darlin, Quinn is a sick fuck. I’m not going to let what ever bullshit he spews change my opinion of you. I love you, with my absolute everything.” Hearing him say that made their heart metaphorically skip a beat. He kissed their forehead and walked out to go confront Quinn.

When he got in there he did everything they told him to do. Skip the small talk, go straight to questions. But Quinn had other plans, as per usual.

“Why the hell am I here?” Sam asked.

“Because I want to get to know you Samuel. We’ve barley even met.” Hearing Quinn’s voice again was like needle’s piercing their skin from every direction.

“Oh I remember the night we met, perfectly. That image is never gonna leave my mind.” Sam shook his head No Sam don’t tell him that.

“I do look rather dashing in blood. Don’t I?” Quinn laughed, the needles pushed in harder.

“That supposed to be funnny?” Sam cocked his head.

“Two and a half years.” Quinn ignored the question “You think they would all blend together over the decades. But I never forget a face. How if Freddie doing? Does he still wake up screaming at night, thinking of me?” Quinn smirked. They could see the smoke coming off of Sam.

“Keep his name, out of your fucking mouth.” Sam seethed.

“Fredrick Collins.” At that point Tank themselves wanted to jump through the glass and strangle the fucker. “He did take your name didn’t he? Must have left a pretty good impression as a maker then. Was that your way of compensating for than your own less than stellar undead upbringing?” That got Tanks blood boiling. How fucking dare he bring up Sam’s turning. Especially knowing how hard it was for them.

“Tank, calm.” David shot them a look.

“Sorry.” They cleared their throat.

“Where is she?” Sam pushed

“I’m not done playing with you Sammy.” The nickname made them growl.

“Calm.” David repeated.

This was going on way too long, Quinn kept stalling, trying to get under Sam’s skin. They didn’t expect much less from him but they weren’t the most patient of people.

“I’ve never had a progeny. Tell me, what’s it feel like when he has the nightmares? Do you feel them too? Do you feel his fear like it’s your own or something separate? When he remembers my teeth tearing through his skin, ripping muscle off the bone. His blood splattering his face. Do you feel it whgen hes sobbing in bed, trapped in a dream begging for his life. What doe that feel like.” Tank was thankful Bright wasn’t here at the moment, the pain and anger they would be feeling having to listen to that.

Sam saw the two as if they were his own kids, as with Sam being their mate they met the two of them many times. They were good kids gone too soon. Sam was often really hard of Bright but Tank was able to get him to lossen up on them. Bright reminded Tank as themself, only younger and having more to live for. That night at wonderworld they never would have known Quinn would attack. They probably didn’t even know he was there. They were unempowered, and that world was hidden from them, for all they knew vampires were pale white teen heartthrobs who sparkle in the sun light.

“I don’t have to sit through this.” Sam started to get up.

“Is her life worth less than your comfort?” Quinn asked when Sam had his hand on the door. “Sit.” He demanded, a tone Tank heard a lot during their time with him. “Do you hold him when hes crying or is that too much? Consoling isn’t everyone’s strong suit.”

“Clearly.” They could practically hear Sam roll his eyes. “I have a question of my own,”

“Oh yes, ‘where is she?’ I heard you the first ten times” Quinn mocked

“No, something different.” Sam sounded proud, like he was able to get the jump on Quinn.

“And what might that be?” Curiosity, something rarely used by Quinn.

“Why am I the one in this chair? You know who you should actually be facing.” Tank’s eyes went wide, what was he doing.

“Be cause this is more fun.”

“Because youre a coward. Because youre scared to face them-”

“Because theres no greater pain I can give them than denying them closure. Because I know that having me this close just out of reach, refusing to talk to anyone but their beloved mate-” Tanks eyes could have popped out of their head hearing him say that.

“David….” they whispered.

“What?”

“He’s been watching me…” Their breathing got faster.

“What? How do you know?” He took a step closer to them.

“He called Sam my mate” The fear could practically be heard on their voice.

“Ok? So? He is.” David was very confused.

“But how would he know that? I’ve never called anyone that. Not even him…”

“Why are you doing this to them?” Sam questioned.

“I take betrayal very seriously.” Betrayal? Betrayal? He was the one who betrayed them, hes the sicko who attacked innocent people.

“You have to have trust before you can have betrayal.” Sam countered.

“Oh, they trusted me. They trusted me with every part of them.” Tank’s stomach dropped. “I was their safe place for all those ugly thoughts in their head, because they knew what was in my head was much worse. That I wouldn’t judge them for it, that they could ask me to do anything to them and I’d do it with a smile. Anything for my precious” The name made them want to puke, to scream, to cry. “Are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?” They felt something in their heart hurt, like Quinn took a wooden stake and gud it into them, their chest got tight.

“I’m enjoying being with my mate” Sam seethed, “Someone who is stronger than the shit you’ve tried to put them through.” Sam defended them.

“This is why your more fun Sammy! You don’t crack under pressure like they do. Not yet anyway. I wonder how many buttons I have to press to push you over the edge.” Quinn was trearting this like a game. To him it was.

“Save us both some time end this. tell me where the girl is.” Sam tried to get back on track.

“Game’s not over yet. Tell me something, vampire to vampire, their blood tastes like heaven, doesn’t it.” Their face got hot with shame. They could feel David looking at them. “And the sounds they make when the fang sinks in.” They shut their eyes, tight. “The way they’d wind their fingers into my hair, dragged me in tighter like they wanted me to bite hard enough to hit bone. It’s like nothing else.” They knew he was doing this to get under Sam’s skin, but they couldn’t help but feel absolutely disgusted by who they used to be, what they used to do.

“Where is the girl?” Sam didn’t let him in.

“Do they still prefer their bites on the thigh? I was never picky. Ephemeral artery would suit me just fine. Especially with how hard they always wanted me to bite. But with a mate, maybe they prefer the neck nowadays.” Tank tried to hide themself, the look they felt coming off of David was enough to send them back into their old self.

“He… bit… you?” David’s voice growled.

“It…. It was all consensual at the time David….” The tried to hide even harder.

“What is the point of any of this.” That obviously got on Sam’s nerves.

“I guess I’m asking the wrong person… because… you’ve never bitten them… have you?” Quinn chuckled. “I’ve been close to them Sammy, so close. With out them even noticing. I would have detected your mark on them. But I haven’t. You refuse to taste them. How interesting.” The smile on Quinn’s face sent a chill through them, the metaphorical needles in their skin were practically hitting bone at this point. “Surley they’ve asked for it by now. Knowing them.”

“You don’t know anything about them.” Sam was trying so hard to keep it together.

“I’m sure you wish that was true. Sorry to burst your bubble there cowboy. They always were my favorite thrall.” Quinn chuckled at Sam’s obvious anger. “How are the scales looking? Your comfort weighed against the life of a stranger. Still worth it?”

“If listening to your sick shit is what it takes to ensure that girl’s safety. Then yes, it’s worth it.” Sam looked into Quinn’s eyes.

“You mean that… how interesting. You know, I considered adding the stipulation that no one be listening behind the mirror while we spoke, I do love my privacy after all.” Quinn poked.

“Why didn’t you?” And Sam bit.

“Because then I wouldnt have the satisfaction of knowing my favorite thrall was in the audience.” He laughed and it made everything in Tanks body run cold. “I know you’re back there Precious. Have you missed me?”

He smiled looking at the mirror almost like he was looking directly at them. And that’s when they broke, the fear and anger and sadness that was running through their body had started to overflow. Their breathing got rapid, their eyes began to well with tears, their body began to tremble.

“Tank? What… hey.” David grabbed their shoulder but it only just made them jump and slip deeper into the panic. “Woah, hey, look at me. Tank, it’s okay.”

Almost as if he could sense their panic Sam shot up out of his seat “you asked for me. Talk. To. Me. Leave them out of this.” His words like knives

They felt their knees start to give out. And luckily David never let go of them, he lowered them down as they continued to let the panic attack run its course.

“It might be best to get them out of here. They don’t need to relive stories of their trauma from the one who gave it to them.” The detective interjected.

“No… Sam…” they managed between gasps.

“Sam’s going to be fine Tank. Come on, let’s get you some water.” David lifted them up and carried them out to the car to calm down.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted darlin #redacted quinn #redacted tank #redactedaudio #redacted department #Redacted trauma

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sparkyscissorhands · 1 month ago

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Hihi! I hope you dont mind asks?? But really you can just use this as a free gush, cause i just kinda wanted to ask what all about edward scissorhands really pulls you to him? Are there specific qualities? Is it just everything as a whole? If so what is 'everything'? What was it specifically that initially made you catch feelings? (If you can remember, as i saw youve liked him for so long!) Honestly would just love to hear you gush if youd like! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

Oh and also, i saw you have a taglist, if youd like you can add me to it, my mutuals posts tend to get lost in the dash... 😭

omg hiii! i dont mind asks at all, i rlly love getting them actually!! :] im just,, incredibly slow when it comes to responding to them sometimes 😭

putting my gushing under read more because i wrote so much good lird but thank u!! thank u for enabling me cause ive been thinking about edward this whole month ngl haha winter/christmas just reminds me of the movie therefore him ^_^

plus reading the original screenplay and the sequel comics!! yeah they may not be the most “canon” thing but ill read anything if it has my husband in it and take what i like for them to use for my own ship lore LOL but theres just so much to love about him!! hes so talented and creative. like ik hes known for the hedges and ice, but yeah u can give him anything and he’ll make something that looks great! ^_^ he lowkey has a sense of humor? mostly in the screenplay when he has more dialogue! and hes sometimes funny when he doesnt even mean it,, he makes me laugh sometimes in the comics and the script. he loves animal (like me!!). u rlly only see him interacting with dogs (shout out to the dog from the comics which is the only character he actively spoke to directly the most), but I think he would love my bird too <3 and theres a lot of smaller things too! like him having a habit of mimicking other people’s gestures and echoing phrases he hears. he talks to animals and seems way more confident talking to them (not in the movie but in the comics and og script). hes rlly awkward in front of the camera especially in the comics. this one part in the comics makes me laugh so much where theres like 2 people in front of him arguing, and he just stares at the camera like 😁 like he does not know what to do!! in general he is just such a weird guy sometimes and i love him for it!! thats what life is about <3 his weirdness is so charming and he doesnt even try. hes just naturally like this!!

i just guess with time i fall more in love with him <3 and i relate to him a lot more! at least, i finally know to explain how I relate to him haha and the movie makes me cry even more :( edward scissorhands is one of my favorite movies of all time, but its so hard to rewatch. i just dont like how hes treated by everyone,, the whole movie makes me wanna cry but the part that gets me the most is the ending tbh i will sob my eyes out every time edward gets beat at jim and kind of lets it happen. but the moment jim even threatens to hurt kim he intervenes in self defense. like he cares so much for others but has so little care and respect for himself ;_; every time i even watch this movie and get to a part where theyre even slightly mean to him. i wanna fall to my knees in front of him and burst out into tears and hug him and tell him he deserved better and hes worth so much more than being treated that way agghgh gripping him by the shoulders and telling him to PLEASE love himself because i love him so much. the curse of having a husband from a really sad movie </3

#ty again!! and of course!! i can add u to the tag list!! ^_^#i wrote so much LOL sorry i get so emotional when I talk in depth about edward #asks #gush #❄️#yvette! 🎀

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many-gay-magpies · 1 month ago

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Hi it's Quill! ❤️ You said you love to talk about writing, I'd love to hear some of it, so here it is: can you please answer 13, 14, 27, 63 and 64? AND as a bonus (if you want), answer the question you really wanted someone to ask you when you saw the list 😜

hi hi @shadowquill17, thank you sm for asking!! I am glad you would love to hear because I have written. A Lot. thank you for giving me license to yap lmao

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

more and more lately, I've been following the advice of "write the scenes in the order you want to write them, you can connect the dots later"- it just makes for such an easy flow as opposed to trying to write everything in perfect chronological order to get to the scenes you really want to write, because often by the time you GET to those scenes you're worn out by trudging through the writing in-between, or the words have fled from your brain. and oftentimes I end up majorly rewriting those scenes I wrote early on to make them fit with the stuff I wrote after, but like, it's such a relief to just. get the words on the page (or screen, technically). and now im realising that this tip may not exactly be COMMON but it's one I follow a lot kshdfkhsdfkh

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

I mean, I don't know that the writing of emotional scenes is something I really consciously think about? like. any scene that has characters in it is going to have emotions in it. because I am writing people, and people are feeling emotions. pretty much all the time. but I get that this question more means, like, big breakdowns or emotional climaxes or cathartic moments, so- I don't know? I don't know that I feel what the characters feel (although sometimes yeah probably); it's more that I just imagine how THEY would feel and act in the situation, based on how they've acted in the canon material and whatnot. for some things I have drawn on personal experience, like the description of Edwin's touch starvation in to a grave dug for fear is VERY drawn from my own physical feelings in similar situations, especially the "grip around his heart like a scream about to burst" description of the hug at the end. but mostly yeah I just, like, envision the scene in my head as if I was watching it as a scene on TV and then write it. writing emotion and emotional scenes is very well-practiced/comes very naturally to me, so it's not really something I think about anymore skhdfkshdfkh

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

ooooh lemme think. I think most favorite: right when you have a fresh new idea and you're just on a ROLL writing it, everything's coming out so smooth and perfect and you feel so INSPIRED and so happy with how good it is/is gonna be. that's my favorite and then my LEAST favorite is that stage of editing where you've been looking at a piece so long that you start to hate it, and now phrasings and bits of dialogue you started out loving look weird and clunky, and oh lord why has no one ever told you you use this many semicolons??? that's too many semicolons. cool it with the semicolons. and the em dashes as well. coming back with an edit because I remembered another least favorite part (which really pertains more to the ABSENCE of writing): that specific mood where you have an idea that you know would be really really cool to write, you have the plot and character dynamics and arc and everything perfectly envisioned and you know it would be SO SO GOOD... but the actual spark of motivation that makes you want to write the thing just is not there. it's always like UGHHHHH IM SO SORRY I CANT DO YOU JUSTICE, YOU WOULD BE SO GOOD IF I ACTUALLY WANTED TO WRITE YOU TT. but instead it sits there and rots. I despise this

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

I don't know if it's an outright HATE, and I can push through it sometimes if the rest of the smut is more or less enjoyable, but like. I strongly dislike when there is not clear, explicit, enthusiastic consent established throughout the scene- like, if a character just DOES SOMETHING without asking first, or just saying like "can I try something?", and waiting to get their partner's agreement before proceeding. oftentimes I see this happen in fics with a dom/sub dynamic where the just-going-for-it-without-asking is written into the general commanding-ness of the dominant person in the relationship, which is just. eugh, no thanks. I think DBDA fic in particular has diminished my tolerance for lack of explicit verbal consent because so many DBDA smut fics have SUCH prominent and fantastic consent established. also when characters in a d/s dynamic are made to do or say things that are just completely out of character (imo) in the name of pushing that dynamic further

64. Something you love to see in smut.

Conversely, of course, I love seeing explicit and enthusiastic consent in smut, ESPECIALLY when someone asking "can I try something" "can I touch you" "is this okay" "do you want to stop" etc etc is answered with "anything" "do NOT stop" or just straight-up begging. like. such a lovely lovely way of confirming consent while maintaining the mood >> (although consent doesn't BREAK the mood anyway). or like, when a character does something on accident, the other character reacts with a gasp or a loud noise or whatever, and the first character is like "oh no did I hurt you??" and the second character (who was really into it) is like "FUCK NO DO THAT AGAIN" In the interest of giving a different answer tho, some other stuff I love in smut is dynamics where a character that hasn't gotten to let go or be vulnerable in this way really ever is given the space to do that, and even ENCOURAGED to... where someone who thinks they aren't good enough or don't deserve this gets assured irrevocably that they ARE and they DO through sex... cough cough sub Charles fics cough cough-- yeah generally just. some good home-grown life-affirming smut. thumbs up emoji also desperation/lack of composure/greed/intense unrestrained desire/want bordering on hunger is hot. especially characters that have been composed/trying to hold back before just fucking losing it. but I think that's kinda the name of the game with a lot of smut

hope you enjoyed this essay lmao

#magpie's writing adventures #asks #ask games

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