#he is infathomably pretty

[yyoon5]

eaJ 🤍

[sanjisboyfie]

shanks being your doting boyfriend

(slightly himbo) shanks x male reader

NOT PROOFREAD mb. small, slight manga spoilers??? sorry guys + LMFAO i hadto ctrl + f every single time i used "arms" and switch it to "arm" also im so soorrryyyy its kinda rlly short.....forgive me also idc???? if this seems ooc to me shanks is just a silly lil guy.

— oh god. the power you hold. you actually singlehandedly could change the course of the entire one piece universe if you wanted to. why??? because one of the four emperors of the sea follows everrything you say like a lost puppy. he hangs off of every word that leaves your lips with a dumb, lovesick grin on his face. his head is empty, just thoughts of you. good thing you use this power of yours for good and keep this man HUMBLE.

"[name], can you please tell your idiot boyfriend to just do the dishes, i can't-"

"beckkkkkk, why are you bothering me and my boyfriend's personal time together?" shanks whined, little spooning his way into your side. his stubble was scratching your skin, making you itchy around your neck and shoulder, especially with the way he was so aggressively nuzzling his head. "we haven't even woken up yet,"

"yeah, and you were supposed to be on cleaning duty last night and you instead chose to spend that time coddling [name], so look where we are now,"

"i'm the captain, goddammit! why do i have to do something like cleaning duty?"

"ask [name], he made that rule,"

shanks' aggressive demeanor turned into putty as he pouted at you. it was not a fitting expression for someone that had a reputation like his and also his age (too old to be acting like a kid).

"babbbbyyy, why are you making us spend less time together? is it because you hate me?"

"shanks, just go fucking do some cleaning in the kitchen. it's a shit show and it's pissing me and the chefs off. get a grip, babe," you scolded, pushing his pouting face away from your own.

with a look of hesitation, shanks finally backed off and got out of bed. as he was putting on a proper pair of trousers on, he was muttering about his own boyfriend was bullying him. his comments went ignored by both you and beck — who was watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

to see his best friend, captain, and one of the four emperors of the sea so easily swayed into doing chores was something he doesn't think he'd ever get used to. no matter how long you and shanks have been together, seeing the red head so obediently follow orders was infathomable.

— shanks -> really intimidating status as captain of the red hair pirates -> turns into complete mush when you walk into the room. without fail, he physically deflates into whatever seat he's sitting in and holds his arm out to you invitingly, waiting for you to sit on his lap.

shanks was supposed to be in serious mode. he was sitting in front of some pretty high ranked marine officials, who were after his crews' heads. he wasn't the type to hold hostages, just to let them go back running to their navy base, but considering the crew was on a vacation of sorts, he needed to know how they were able to track them down.

it lingered in his mind that there was a chance there was a mole in their ranks, but he didn't want to accept that as it would be a painful reality.

"so, how did you know we'd be at this island to recover?" shanks questioned, eyes glaring holes into the marines' faces. they were shaking where they sat, except for one who tried holding a tough demeanor. "i'm not going to do anything to you if you just answer my question,"

just as the marine was about to spill all their information out, the door of the room they were in was slammed open. shanks' haki faltered slightly as he was able to recognize that it was you, and with that imbalance, it sent the marine officers over the edge and made them pass out instead.

you took in the scene, bleakly apologizing for interuppting. shanks didn't have the heart to scold you, so instead he just took you into his arm with a wide grin and said, "no, no, it's alright. i was beginning to miss you anyway, doll. was wondering why you weren't with me," he pouted into your skin, making you laugh.

"turns out one of the lackeys you let on board recently was the reason why these guys showed up out of nowhere," you informed your lover, who hummed in interest, "took a while, but was able to get him to crack under pressure."

shanks sighed in content, hugging you even tighter, "i love you so much, you're so sexy when you take control,"

another laugh escaped your lips as you heard your boyfriend almost drunkenly sing you praises, "it was nothing, the guy had zero resolve anyway,"

"you're so amazing, baby," he continued complimenting into your skin, acting as if there weren't three passed out marine officers in front of you two.

a couple of the lackeys of the crew came bounding into the room and almost froze when they saw their intimidating captain cuddling into your side like an eager puppy.

"u-uhm, captain?" shanks only hummed in acknowledgement as he held you tight to his side. "what do you want us to do with these guys and that bastard traitor?"

"oh, just keep them tied up and then leave them on the shore when we depart — they probably won't survive with all the wildlife around here," shanks hummed, waving his hand dismissively. you were standing in between his legs and he was relishing in the skinship you were allowing him.

"should we tell the rest that we will be setting sail soon then?"

this time you interjected, "yeah, i'll come with you, boys. i'll make moving the bodies easier."

the crew's face lightened up at your familiar kind behavior, but then stiffened when they heard a groan coming from shanks.

"but [name]!! these guys got it, just stay with me longer, please,"

"oh, shut up, idiot. just go back to the main event and lift up the spirits of our crew, they probably wanna hear words from their captain after such a traitorous bastard infiltrated us,"

shanks sighed at your mini lecture, but dragged himself to follow your footsteps. he was holding onto your hand and his feet were practically stomping into the wood.

"who even made me captain, i never asked for this," he sighed, making the crew weakly laugh to fill the awkward silence while you just tried apologizing for your boyfriend, and captain's, idiotic behavior.

— shanks really cherishes the alone time he can spend with you. living your lives as highly wanted pirates makes your daily life hectic. and, thankfully, the foundations of your relationship only led to you two being able to keep that strong trust, respect, and love for each other so alive.

it was nighttime and the ship was rocking ever so slightly with the waves. for once, you switched cuddling positions and had your head resting on shanks' chest. your fingers were drawing mindless shapes on the exposed skin while shanks' arm was squeezing your plushy flesh every now and then.

"you know, i love you so much, right?" he confessed into the night air, the genuineness of his emotions being made obvious with how softly he spoke.

"i love you too," you easily said back, not thinking twice.

"but, do you know i love you?" shanks repeated, sitting up and holding onto your waist to make sure all your attention was directed on him, "i know our lives don't make our lifestyle easier and i know i get really busy when times get rough, but i needed to tell you again that i love you so much [name]."

you grinned at his sincerity, leaning forward and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his chapped lips. he reciprocated in a second's notice, but you pulled away before he could deepen it (as he usually did whenever you two kissed).

"i know you love me shanks, you are the sweetest lover i can think of. your kindness and humanity remind me everyday that this life is worth living if it's with you," shanks smiled at your words, nudging his forehead against yours to entice you to pull in closer to him.

your lips locked once more in a passionate filled kiss. your bare chests were now skin to skin with one another and it took a couple minutes of desperate kissing for shanks to be satisfied.

and when you finally pulled away and settled back onto his chest, he squeezed you once more and asked, "you've had other lovers besides me?" in reference to what you said earlier.

cue an eyeroll and pinch to his sides to make him shut his pretty mouth for some needed peace and quiet.

[luvsavos]

Ill give you random numbers 6 and 17

( send me a number/numbers for an oc to hear me talk about >:) )

hell yeah now we're getting into the Canon Divergence That Might Get Me Crucified territory let's fucking gooooo

number 6! that would be my darling dire miralis, whom i shall start off with first

given there's very VERY little canon info on the dire miralis we see in game (of which it Only appears in mh3u, and seems to be vaguely implied to be the only one of its kind as far as we, in-universe, are aware?), i kind of went wild on the backstory because canon is a sandbox and i am a toddler making sandcastles

dire miralis, the only (known) member of his species, was once a crimson fatalis that made his nest in a volcanic region by the sea in some unknown part of the old world, inhabiting the deepest and most inhospitable reaches of the volcanoes themselves. many a hunting party had tried, and failed, to defeat him, and he found their desperation to be quite amusing. note that i don't actually entirely know yet HOW he became a crimson fatalis (for you and all others unfamiliar with monhun; to put it simply a fatalis becomes a crimson fatalis when it's wounded by hunters and gets So Fucking Mad that it just spontaneously evolves<3), but that's not that important of a detail

eventually he was confronted with a particularly determined (or foolish, or Both) group of hunters that had braved the very depths of the volcanoes he called his home, who managed to, by Some miracle, defeat him. in an attempt to ensure that he was in fact truly dead, the hunters carved his heart from his chest and disposed of it far away in the middle of the ocean. what exactly happened to the hunters afterwards is unknown, but miralis himself would wager that if they used his body for materials they likely succumbed to the parasitism of fatalis materials and were transformed into fatalis themselves

given the nature of fatalis, being able to regenerate from so much as a single scale, miralis reformed in the depths of the ocean, taking on traits of his surroundings and essentially mutating into a walking, active volcano; the form that would come to be known as dire miralis. fast forward to mh3u---furious at his own defeat, he wandered the ocean floor as he continued to reform, finally coming to rest in what would later be known as the "tainted sea". to vent out his infathomable rage, miralis took to attacking other islands and landmasses, often completely destroying smaller ones in the process, which was what alerted the guild to his presence in the first place. due to staying in the shallow ocean for so long, his incredibly high ambient body temperature gradually killed all other life within it, staining it an ominous red colour and leaving him as its sole inhabitant---hence why it ended up becoming known as the tainted sea. after sending out researchers (only some of which managed to survive), the guild finally sent out a hunting party to deal with him. despite his initial fury at yet again being laid low by a group of hunters, as he allowed them to think him dead once his energy was fully expended, he found himself curious as he observed them. how, after all, could such fleshy, squishy, tiny beings willingly risk their lives against something wholly unknown? all for the sake of protecting their civilizations? it fascinated him. he allowed them to carve from his body---he scarcely even felt it---and when they finally departed to alert the guild that he had been "slayed", he slipped back into the ocean to find some new place, ideally to satisfy his newfound curiosity about mortalkind. who knew that getting his ass kicked could be so therapeutic huh?

and as for number 17, That would be one of my less-fleshed out ocs, grimclaw<3

grimclaw is pretty straightforward; he's a grimclaw tigrex that inhabits some part of the rotten vale. for being a tigrex, he's not all That aggressive if you stay outta his territory, but if you cross into his territory.........

he's the most defensive of his nest, and seems to have a particular disdain for girros---both of which can be explained fairly simply. in his nest are the remnants of eggs; eggs which the girros made a quick snack of when he was out hunting one day. honestly i'm not sure what happened to his mate and i don't have a "good" excuse for why he would be guarding the eggs rather than his hypothetical mate, but it makes for good reason for him to be so Aggressive beyond just Tigrex Are Like That (which they Are but fhdjfjg). he is my darling and i love him and i feel bad for him but i make my characters suffer Because i like them<3

[ashnadir]

fanesavin‌:

“She’s taken an interest yeah, been doing some throwing and catching with her. Though I’m pretty sure she aims anywhere but the hands deliberately. That child’s fierceness is her mother’s own brand I swear.”

“Well, that’s what makes you good at all this supernatural stuff. Your brain works on twenty tangents simultaneously and you can manage to keep up with them while equally deducing and removing the unnecessary threads.” He grinned as they went preferring to think on this sideline tangent conversation rather than whatever they were headed towards. “I couldn’t keep up if that’s how my brain worked, no I’m much better dealing with things one issue at a time.”

There was a fission of tension that seemed to ripple over him at the persistence regarding his mother. In all honesty he didn’t know how or what he was supposed to do. He’d been avoiding this entire fiasco for the last four hundred odd years give or take. Now he was being thrust right in at the deep end and being told he had to confront it? The stubborn side of him balked at the mere notion, rejecting it with pure might and resistance. “And tell me,” he began, voice a fraction tighter “how do you prepare yourself for seeing a woman you ran away from, whose heart you broke and family you led to ruin almost four hundred years ago and whose funeral you never attended?” The weight of the guilt was something he very rarely let himself dwell on, it was only the eventual curiosity about what had become of them that he even knew.

“What do you me- Woahhhhhh!” any further inquiry was silenced by the a familiar language and large splash of water that followed his submersion head-first into the black depths of the sinkhole. That, as he was dragged further under by the spirit? Was it a spirit? was discovered to be far deeper than first appearances. His hands clasped around the wrist of the watery wraith, trying to pry it free but the speed with which they moved left little room for leverage. 

The pool where Fane had vanished began to bubble and churn, the dark depths infathomable. Suddenly, a thick black and purple suckered tentacle shot out, curling around Iann’s ankle and lower leg and began to yank him towards the very same depths Fane had vanished into moments prior.

“They gotta have a - ah - a teeball thing set up in Soapberry.  Do kids even do teeball anymore?”  Iann didn’t know.  He knew nothing about group and social community things for children; his love for Addie was relegated between himself and the little girl.  He left Cassie to handle her socialization.

“Always the charmer,” Iann said of Fane with a half grin, but he was intrigued at how Fane described himself.  Fane wasn’t putting himself down, he was just pointing out what he knew he was good at.  One thing at a time.

“Sometimes I wish I had that sort of focus,” Iann said.  “Even when I’m focused, I’m still thinking about other things.  Now I know though - never disturb you when you’re super-into something, huh? No brash surprises.” He grinned, considering this a good reminder that he could tuck into his back pocket.  

The cheer turned serious as Fane finally spoke up about his mother, or more specifically the vampire’s thoughts that surrounded his mother.   He could hear the terseness, but knew it was due to an internal struggle - one that Fane probably had, taut and stretched over four hundred years.  

“That’s a helluva long time to wait to get some closure...” Iann replied, and although the words seemed irreverent, Iann’s tone was heavy, and grim.

There wasn’t much chance to go further with that though, as everything happened so fast.  First Fane was pulled into the murky pool, and then as Iann rushed backwards, then forced himself forwards, he was rewarded with, of all things, a tentacle.  Like some sort of goddamn sea monster.  

“Oh you gotta be kidding me,” Iann said, right before he was summarily tripped and dragged.  “Fane! Savin!”  Iann curled, trying to get the tentacle off him.  “Is your mother Ursula or something?!” But his efforts were in vain, and he was pulled into the pool as well, only barely managing to hold his breath before hitting the water.

Only it didn’t feel like water, it felt like...tears.  Iann wasn’t sure how he knew this, how he could sense that it was a deep, unfathomable pool full of tears.  It was sadness and grief and anger and helplessness, surrounding him.  It was almost too much to bear; Iann hated these feelings within himself, and being completely enveloped by it was almost enough to make a man go mad.

But he was spat out in the end as if the pool was a passageway, a trial of agony that plopped them upside-down and yet rightside-up to the water’s surface.  Iann gasped for air, reaching out to grasp and make sure Fane was there with him.  

Wiping the water from his eyes, he blinked and looked around.  It was daylight - real daylight, normal and clear, and around them the spring pools were bubbling with warm, clean, mineral water.

“We’re back, man,” Iann gasped, mouth open as he took in huge gulps of air.  He wanted to shake off that feeling of sorrow and hurt and strain and rage, as soon as he could.  He couldn’t imagine what Fane had experienced, in that pool of tears.  “We’re back.”

[doyoueverwonderaboutit]

Finally got it

I always ask myself what's the most valuable thing that I can give someone. Normally, I would say, time is the most valuable asset that I can offer. But then looking at it in a slightly deeper sense, the most valuable thing that I offer someone is what some people call love, others call it consciousness. When you surrender your existence for something, you merge your identities. There isn't two anymore, but only one at that point. I am really saddened by the fact that I have so many question but I can't find a human being to ask or address. I'm fed of people. At this point I will promise that my heart, my soul, my existence is solely for that celestial being that sent me here. I've had my emotions played with. I have realized that everyone/everything is temporary and limited. Why not give myself to someone who is limitless and infinite ? I don't ever want to look at anyone with the same love that I aspire to look at that benevolent creator. I only ask for resilience and the willpower to shun out anything/everything that will impede my process of becoming one with the ultimate singularity. It's funny because I always knew that this is where the road comes back to but I really wanted to live in ignorance and bondage. I remember the tale of tulsidas how he went through deadly endeavors to meet his beloved. She told him that only if he had this type of devotion and sincerity for the lord, he would free of this prison. I don't ever want to love anything besides you. I am really tired and exahausted. I will accomplish this and I will find my answers. Kabir ji wonderfully said that I have managed to manifest you in my mind to a point where "I" become "You". That is what true love looks like. Love is that one emotion that humans are desperately trying to experience in their lifetimes. It's what drives us. I'm glad that this happened bc I will ask him for the same thing. Don't ever put me in a position where I have to make between him and someone that I love. But now that won't be an issue because I have come to realize where I truly should put my soul. At the moment I am feeling sadness and a mild heartache but I know this is temporary. I am not going to ever make this mistake again. I've experienced the most grief from separation from whether kulbir or other people that I gave pieces of my heart to. That's exactly why I will give whatever is left to the one. I know what needs to be done but I still indulge in these human sentiments. I honestly don't want to be surrounded by anyone anymore. Just me and you. Bless me with the strength to not forget you. Enlighten me so I can find the way to you. Help me when I'm in need to guidance so that I don't do anything that would be against you. I know faith and evidence are two separate things but only through the evidence, that I observed, I found my faith. Please always keep me around beings that will constantly encourage me to indulge into you. Sometimes I feel like I've lost it but idk why I know deep down that this is what I'm suppose to be doing. Please guide and direct me so that :

"Whatever I do, points back to you"

Please help me discipline myself so that I can devote my body mind in your name and exprience the love that you constantly shower on me but which I fail to absorb. I am a and person but please help me become good. I'm not asking a person but rather someone who is said to be the infathomable truth. Anyways idk I'm pretty much done so yeah help me out please.

"From now, it's only you"