#holy shit ya'll

[mera-mera-simp]

OP Character's Love Languages

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Ussop, Ace and Law

Content Warning: fluff. Some angst (Sanji, Ace and Law)

Pt. 2

Luffy:

Absolutely physical touch. There is no debate on this.

He can and will cling to you with no hesitation. Man doesn't know personal space<3

But you and most of the Strawhats don't mind it. It's sweet.

Though you do have to gently remind him sometimes that not everybody he knows likes it when he does that</3

Definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy too.

This one isn't as often but he loves making you smile.

Constantly telling you how funny you are and how much he loves you. He is a sweet baby even if he's a menace sometimes<3

Sometimes, you'll get a combo of the two. He'll wrap his arms around a multitude of times and tell you all kinds of sweet things just to see you smile.

Gift. Giving.

Please give this sweet baby gifts it will make his eyes light up like stars and he'll treasure it forever.

You could get him the silliest thing and he'll be so happy. You'll have his stretchy arms wrapped around you and multiple kisses on your face while he's yelling 'thank you' multiple times within an instant.

Zoro:

Quality time.

He's not much of a touchy guy and he's not the greatest with words.

But he actively seeks you out on the Sunny. He just wants to be by you<3

He's not great at words, so just being by you is enough for him

He will make you take naps with him<3

He likes to sit by you when he's cleaning his swords.

Please just chill with him while he trains. He likes being in your presence.

This goes both ways low-key. He knows that you love him so he doesn't need to be reminded. And as mentioned earlier, he's not really a touchy feely guy.

So just spending time with you is enough.

Bro loves you so much, he'll chill by you while you're talking to the other strawhats. He doesn't need to involved in the conversation. He'll just sit by you (he'll take a nap depending on where you are on the ship)

Maybe a small bit of gift giving?

Only if he finds it useful though probably.

Get him stuff to clean his swords with and he'll be happy.

Send him over the moon with alcohol.

But definitely quality time for the most part.

Dude just wants to be by you<3

Sanji:

Is it absurd to say that it's everything? (Because I feel like it is but thats cause I'm in love with him and delulu)

He'll match to whatever your love language is babes<3

Gift giving? He'll spoil you

Quality time? Just hang out with him in the kitchen while he cooks

Words of affirmation? He'll tell you a thousand times a day that he loves you

Acts of service? Say the word and your wish is his command.

Physical touch? He'll be all over you.

He'll match your energy.

Sometimes you'll get the buy 1 get 4 free combo.

He bends over backwards for you.

And it's all super sweet. He'll cook for you, buy you some cute trinkets that you like, spend time with you while you're doing something, tell you all kinds of romantic things, and he'll hold your hand at all times

Bro is such a sweet guy<3

Please tell him that you love him. Reassure him for the love of god

He didn't get it a lot as a kid after Sola died so whenever you do, he really appreciates it <3 (Sanji my sad chef, my beloved I love him so much)

Nami:

Look me in the eye and tell me that her loves languages aren't gift giving and acts of service.

She'll be over the moon if you buy her stuff

Specially if it's expensive <3

Bake something for her, Sanji will help you if you ask him to!

She'll give you a bunch of kisses for it. It's her way of say thank you.

You're the only one who doesn't owe her a single berri. Cause why would she charge the love of her life?

She gets a little jealous super easily though. She'll pout at you. Just laugh at her and tell her she's cute. Kiss her cheek, forehead or tip of her nose if you want to make her melt.

Sometimes she'll indulge in physical touch, only for you though.

She'll hold your hand when strolling through a town on a new island. And then persuade you to buy something she likes by acting cute.

She's super appreciative if you do though

She'll hug you and kiss you with a big grin on her face

It makes her feel important

She likes to make you feel important too. She'll actually go out of her way to buy you stuff sometimes. She teases about an interest fee but if you actually try to pay it, it's the only time she refuses

Ussop:

Words of affirmation

My guy needs a lot of reassurance so he appreciates it

Tell him that he's brave and he'll be absolutely smitten

He also likes physical touch

He'll hold you as he tells his stories

Talk to him about the world. You both love being out on the Grandline and seeing how big the world is. It's one your 'late night can't sleep' topics.

Hangout on the deck of the Sunny and look at stars together. He'll hold your hand and point out the constellations to you. (He learned them from Robin, he just wants to impress you<3)

If you hug him from behind randomly, he'll swoon.

He'll let you stay like that too. He thinks it's sweet. He'll just casually talk to you about his day so far.

He's constantly telling you how much he loves you.

You make him feel strong and brave so of course he's going to return the favor.

Overall, Ussop is just a sweet guy. He likes holding your hand and making you smile<3

Ace:

Oh my beloved sad himbo

Please hold him and reassure him.

He's definitely a physical touch and words of affirmation kinda guy too.

Trace the freckles on his face (he'll melt in your arms with a blushing face if you call them mini constellations<3)

He likes to hold you yeah but please hold him. He needs it.

He likes to be in your embrace but he'll only let you do it when you guys aren't in sight of the crew, he's afraid that Marco and Thatch will tease him for a life time. (They wouldn't)

Pepper his face in kisses

This poor cowboy is so sad please tell him all of the things you love about him

Tell him he's worth everything in the world (Ace was the One Piece</3\hj)

Whisper sweet nothings to him as you guys try to fall asleep at night, that's when his head tries to attack him the most.

He appreciates it all and he'll definitely return the favor.

He constantly has you wrapped in his arms.

He'll kiss the top of your head and nuzzle his face into your hair.

He'll purposely act stupid just to see you laugh.

Please just make him happy. He is so sad

He will deny though.

"Me? Sad? Blasphemy."

Law:

Another quality time kinda guy

He doesn't like physical touch

Or words of affirmation

Please don't openly say you love him or promise him anything, the last person who did both those things died almost immediately after (he's traumatized </3)

Just spend some time with him, that's all he asks. You don't have to say anything he just wants to he by you.

He doesn't know how to accept gifts so that's also kinda out of the question

If you do something for him though, he'll be appreciative. In his own way

Just quality time for the most part.

Just sit by him while he reads or looks over some notes he has.

He's comforted by your presence, you make him happy even if he never outwardly shows it

[deadmothsketches]

Don't feed the plants.

[jellyshoes-fandomfolk]

Isat Chatfic

*Siffrin has added Isabeau, MIRABELLE PLUMS, Odile, Bonnie and Petronille*

Siffrin: Hi.

Bonnie: Wtc

MIRABELLE: What is this?

Siffrin: Groupchat.

Petronille: Why?

Siffrin: Because. I’m lonely and it’s 2 am

Bonnie: go bother za

Siffrin: No

And plus he’s on here

Isabeau: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

MIRABELLE: Hi!

Petronille: Good change why are ther so many is

Isabeau: idk bc its fun

MIRABELLE: Yeah :)

Siffrin: So this is the groupchat

Bonnie: Weres Dile

Odile: *Where’s

Isabeau: Ther you are Madame

Odile: Rejoyce.

Petronille: ok these names are boring hold on

*Petronille changed their name to Nille*

*Nille changed MIRABELLE’s name to Mira*

*Nille changed Siffrin’s name to Star*

*Nille changed Bonnie’s name to Bonbon*

*Nille changed Isabeau’s name to Za*

*Nille changed Odile’s name to Hardcover Book To The Head*

Nille: That’s better

Hardcover Book To The Head: Why is this my name.

Nille: Remember when you hit Siffrin in the head with a book

Threatened to but still

Hardcover Book To The Head: …Fair point.

Star: omg tysm Nille

Nille: Why

Star: My name i like it

Nille: ur welcome

Bonbon: Why do they get a cool name

Nille: It fits with how much he talks about stars

Mira: with that logic, Petronille’s name should be having a lot of hair.

*Isa changed Nille’s name to Long hair enthusiast*

Long hair enthusiast: I know where you sleep Isabeau

Isa: Oh change I’m so scared

Star: Yes ok we get it, you think you’re edgy

Long hair enthusiast: AFTER I GAVE YOU THAT NAME

Long hair enthusiast: THAT’S IT 

*Long hair enthusiast changed Star’s name to wannabe edgelord*

wannabe edgelord: BLIND YOU WOMAN

Hardcover Book To The Head: Siffrin, with all due respect, leave cursing people out in other languages for when we’re actually awake. I want to partake, I can’t if I’m half asleep

 wannabe edgelord: Fine

Gn ya’ll

Isa: gn sif

Mira: Goodnight!

Long hair enthusiast: night

Bonbon: gud night

Hardcover Book To The Head: Goodnight.

*Isa and five others went offline.*

[humming-fly]

heard it was shitty comic day or something so here's a shitty comic of the saddest flatest pond I ever pancaked into at terminal velocity in tears of the kingdom

[knifefightandchill]

why do you reject serenity?

[akiizayoi4869]

Why are there so many accounts sending our posts to the antis? And now it seems to be zuko-always-lies's posts specifically.

Here's the users I've seen so far doing this:

crazychildstranger

keeneaglewinner

foultheoristgiver

cooltragedysuit

I think we're up to seven users now? And six of them (the most recent ones) don't have any posts, and they seem to have the tumblr default profile pics. It's as if bots are sending these.

I really only have one thing to say to this at this point:

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

prompts - “Do you actually hate me or is it just the idea of having someone to despise that you enjoy?” for Fenders?

“What does that even mean?” Fenris asks, brows drawing together as he gives Anders a sidelong look. 

Anders, walking beside him along the mountain path, is frowning as well, his forehead wrinkled in that way it gets when he’s about to launch into an argument. Fenris braces himself.

Instead, Anders blows out a sigh. “You have spent your whole life with someone to hate,” he tells him. “Someone specific. Now that Danarius is dead, it’s like you need someone to fill that hole.”

The bitterness in his voice startles Fenris, and while he flounders for a reply, he narrowly misses tripping over a root trailing into the path. “There are no holes I need to fill,” he finally grouses. 

Anders trips over the root instead. “I beg to differ.”

Behind them, Isabela is cackling. “Walked right into that one, Broody.”

“You are all children,” Fenris informs them, attention back on Anders. For all that they’d been bickering heatedly not ten minutes before, Fenris finds that there’s no anger in his chest. “And I do not hate you,” he adds.

“But you don’t like me.”

“I don’t like this interrogation,” Fenris deflects, but the question hangs in his mind. It’s been years since he’s disliked Anders, but they’ve always been this way. Debates and arguments—it was the language they’d first learned to speak with. How do they leave that behind? Anders looks back over his shoulder at Isabela. “He didn’t say he doesn’t like me.” He grins, and she grins back. “I didn’t say I did, either,” Fenris points out gruffly, because it feels like it’s expected.

The end of Anders’ staff suddenly darts into his path, planted in the dirt inches from his foot. He nearly trips again, arms wheeling for balance before he simply jumps over it. Anders is smiling, that bright smile full of almost childlike delight that makes Fenris feel like the sun is shining on him.

No, he doesn’t hate Anders at all. Perhaps he needs to learn how to say so.

for @dadrunkwriting

[a-fervent-revision]

Catch me over here barking and howling and wailing and dying over how beautiful and stunning all of my mutuals are.

[leslieseveride]

james and ruby remind me so much of dramione, holy fuck.

[lonelyisamyw-0love]

I think you're gonna like the next chapter 😆 sneak peek 😘

IM SO FUCKIG NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!

Not my heart rate picking up reading this in my office😂😂!

Fuck. Call me Chica. Call me Carino. Call me WHATEVER, just call me gahdamnit

Uuugghh I ...fuck i am SO excited for this!!

[neko-naruto]

I am denial, guilt, and fear (and I control you)

Summary: there are good nights and bad nights in the mountains, turns out there's a similar cadence to how they show up even after he's back with his brothers

Warnings: angst, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: I went insane over the idea that John wrote songs about his brothers while he was out in the mountains, said idea spawned by the fucking epic @ohposhers who draws lots of good art and you should go check it out. title from Mr. Self Destruct by Nine Inch Nails. hope ya'll enjoy and if you do please consider dropping a reblog or checking the ao3 port

He hasn't exactly written any songs since he left BroZone to go be alone in the mountains, but it's a bad night, and this pit of guilt has knotted itself into his gut once more. He feels nauseated with himself for leaving his brothers and he was sure that stopped many years ago, sometime after he found Rhonda.

Sadly, Rhonda no longer counts to fit that empty little brother shaped space because she's his van now. She didn't really fit that little brother role very good anyways, she's more like his daughter whenever he really thinks about it.

Which he doesn't do very often, think about what he's become and how he adapts. He's usually too caught up on whether or not he'll find dinner, or if he'll catch some sweet slopes after a snow fall. He's usually more focused on keeping Rhonda well fed and making sure she's pleased as punch. He likes to make sure he absolutely doesn't have any time to think about his brothers or his past.

But he can't do anything to distract himself tonight, coming out of a fight with a wild animal that was supposed to be sedated doesn't leave a lot of stuff in your head aside from adrenaline. And the small little patches of pain and scratches that he's disinfecting, those are also on his mind. Otherwise it's empty, not focusing on much of anything and he knows where his train of thought will lead him so he tries to avoid it.

He fails, he fails to avoid thinking of his brothers and tonight he can't just cry himself to sleep because the sun is just barely setting. He'll be up while it's still dark out if he succeeds in passing out which he'd like to avoid. So he pours himself a mug of tea, dried berries and mint leaves, and starts looking for his ash tray. He'll just get a little bit high, that should take his mind off things, or make it so much worse, he's not quite sure. Smoking ring pop dust like it's weed is always a fifty fifty on whether or not he'll come down from his high feeling okay or lost in the mountains unable to find his way back for a considerable while.

He does find it, but all that remains are the ashes and a couple cigarette butts he just knows aren't gonna cut it. He gives this long aggravated sound before throwing open his closet and pulling out a very important memento from the before times. From before he left, from before BroZone, from before Branch was born, the guitar his parents gave him when he wasn't even thirteen. It's scratched, it's banged up, but it still works which is really what matters right now.

"Do I still got it," It's a mutter really, strumming the cords of his guitar, still almost perfectly tuned, but just close enough. It doesn't need to be perfect anymore, it just needs to get the job done.

Before he knows it he has paper splayed out in front of him, words and musical notes written atop them, each labeled with a brothers name. He doesn't know why he's doing this, but he is. It eases the guilt in his core, it takes his mind off the animal attack he just survived, it tears away this sheet of denial. Picks away the facade that he's fine, pulls apart the notions of him being over it, holds open his chest and reminds him he still has soft insides despite the roughness the mountains have conditioned him into.

Writing songs about his brothers, some of the lyrics don't rhyme, most of them don't actually. They just match the advances the guitar brings with the tune, the intensity gathers as it crescendos. He'll have to rename them later, so he can tell himself he wrote them for fun instead of this all consuming guilt and regret. He was sure he killed off said emotions many years ago, but apparently he didn't, and they've returned to rear their ugly heads once more.

So he writes and he plays and eventually he finds himself crying, that tight twist in his in his stomach migrates to his chest until it's unraveling. He hasn't sung in a while either, but he does so regardless, words spilling out of his mouth even though he intended to just write them and never say them. Never let out what's been boiling up for the past god knows how many years, but it's nice, working his voice and just getting it out.

He plays well into the night.

-/-/-/-

It's been three months since John Dory got his brothers back, and they spend most of their time in Branch's bunker (except for Bruce, father of thirteen) and John spends most of his time in Rhonda. He can't help it, old habits die hard, but he does spend the days with his brothers at the very least. They let him stick around for board games and he gladly plays, and even though he loses he appreciates it regardless because his brothers want him around.

But, he doesn't want himself to be around.

He ruined everything twenty years, whose to say he won't do it again? On purpose or accident he doesn't want to lose his brothers again (he doesn't know that despite everything they don't want to lose him either). He'll fuck it up again, he'll do something stupid and they'll leave him unless he leaves them first. His brothers that he just got back, his brothers that he's missed and been isolated for so fucking long that it makes his chest ache just to see two of them in the same room.

He needs to leave before he breaks their harmony again, a harmony of four is still a harmony. But if he's gonna do that then he at least needs to leave them something so they know he's doing it because he loves them. He's doing it for their own good and he'll go rot alone in a mountain for another twenty years if that's the price he needs to pay so they can be happy. So they can be happy without him because he sees it a lot more clearly now, they weren't happy with him all those years ago. He just made everything worse, his need for perfection, his need for the perfect family harmony, his need for the band to work out- he fucked it all up.

He really hates himself for doing what he's doing, but he has copies, it'll be fine. He never wanted them to know about the songs he wrote for them, about them, he wrote those songs over the memory of them and they're so visceral no one should have to read them. But it's the only thing he can think of to leave in place of himself, so they'll have a memory of him in his absence.

He gives brief skims of each sheet as he returns down the elevator of Branch's bunker, guitar slung over his shoulder so he can get a sense of how the chords will sound if they play said songs. They all sleep like bricks (even Clay which is a shocker considering how constant of a vigil the putt putt Trolls had going on), he can get away with a couple strums without any of them noticing and maybe even a few muttered lyrics. He needs to rework the one for Bruce more than any of the other ones, rewrite the name if it ever pops up for starters.

He finds himself sitting on a stool beside Branch's kitchen counter, scratching out words and rewriting them. He's getting too wrapped up in this. This was supposed to be a quick little in and out operation. But nope, he's stuck reworking Bruce's song so it seems sincere, he wants them to have a good memory of him. Not an oddly tainted one like they did for the last twenty years, if he's gonna end up making the same mistakes he'll at least try to avoid that one.

"John Dory, it's eleven PM,"

It's Bruce, the voice is groggy and coming from behind the teal Troll who spins on the stool to face his younger brother.

"It's when I do my best writing," A lie, a partial lie at least, enough truth to make it sound true. His nervousness comes off clear on his voice and it is very clear that Bruce is seeing directly through his bullshit.

He takes a couple steps forward and watches with John's reaction with rapt attent, the scuffle to hide something. He acts like he doesn't see it, "What's with the guitar?"

"Oh, this old thing?" He holds it up very, very carefully, "I got tired, thought I'd strum out some tunes to try and get back in a sleeping mood."

"I thought you quit making music for the last twenty years," Bruce countered with, he'll build to what's on the counter, ease his oldest brother into it. That's how it works with his kids, just calm them down from the panic and they'll tell him anything. He presumes it'll work the same for a fully grown Troll who couldn't emotionally mature past the age of seventeen out in the woods.

"Hard to forget how to play guitar, it's part of me," John said, the anxious edge slowly disappearing. Fucking Bruce, he thought only Floyd had that magical ability to calm people down, apparently not. And if he's unlucky he'll end up pliable enough and tell Bruce everything, by accident of course, not because he's been bottling it up for twenty years and needs someone to hold onto him while he cries-

Hey now, that's a pretty big jump, he cried plenty when he was out in the woods.

"And," Bruce takes a seat beside John before reaching for the papers. There isn't any recoil and he distantly wonders if this is a trap, but it isn't. As much as John Dory can be a dick, he wouldn't be a dick at this hour, "What about these?"

"Songs, wrote 'em while I was in the mountains," He half lied, although he wouldn't call it lying, just telling half of the truth. Bruce already has the papers, he'll know what's actually going on soon enough. John can feel his chest constricting again, he's not making out of this one alive.

Bruce places them back down, he's not gonna violate John's privacy any further, "How was it out there anyways?"

"I- to be honest it was kind of boring after I found Rhonda, my lovely daughter," John answered with, making sure to cut himself short. He gave just enough for Bruce to push further, to pry him open because John sure as hell isn't spilling it without incentive.

"No stories to tell me that you don't wanna subject Branch too?" Bruce teased.

There's this long sigh and the knot in his chest starts to come undone, pressure starting to build in the back of his eyes, "I really missed you guys, I thought I'd never see any of you again I kind of thought some of you might've died. And hell Floyd nearly did die, we nearly died trying to save him," He takes a shuddering breath and he just knows that he's probably crying just a little bit, "What a mess."

Bruce doesn't even know what to say, a part of him was sure John Dory was untouchable in terms of emotional hurt, a part of him knew nobody was untouchable. But he was the younger brother, he idolized John for a short period of time and turns out that he still hasn't beaten it all down. He just spreads his arms, "Do you want a hug?"

John doesn't even answer, he lurches forward, fully slumped against Bruce and just crying. He hasn't cried in the arms of literally anyone in far too long, he can barely form a sentence, it's almost pathetic. But Bruce just holds tight and doesn't let go and it grounds John into reality, into the reality he was planning on running away from.

He can't believe he'd ever do that, run away from his brothers again, go be alone in the mountains ago. It fucking wrecked him last time and now he's trying to willingly surrender himself back to a place where the only control he holds is where he goes. He's never been more glad to have a brother in his entire life, even when he pulls back he's still sniffling just a bit.

"Feel better?" Bruce asked quietly.

John laughed, "Oh absolutely not, it helped but I think a dad hug isn't gonna cut it this time around," He reaches for the papers, the one for Bruce. As much as he wants to shut up and go to sleep he keeps talking because he knows he won't reach this momentum again for a long time, "When I was in the mountains I really missed you guys right? And I was writing songs you know, busted out the old guitar and some pencil 'n paper."

Bruce is handed the paper and he's cautious to read it.

"Wrote songs about you guys, try and take the edge off," John admitted quietly, "They're kind of bad, and old, and I was going to leave so I thought I'd leave them behind 'in my memory' or whatever but then I got caught up fixing mistakes."

"You were going to leave?!" It's a lot louder than he intended and panic is quick to blossom across John's expression.

"Shut it! Or just, be quiet, I've changed my mind," John said, "But, no one else is allowed to know about this."

"They'll be flattered to hear you wrote songs about them," Bruce said.

"Yeah, and no one was supposed to learn about those songs unless I died or disappeared which backfired big time, so don't tell anyone," John practically demanded.

Bruce held out a paw, "I won't tell," he swiped it away when John went to shake it, "If you spend more time with your family."

"Fine, I'll spend more time with you guys," John agreed, Bruce placed his paw into John's they shook on it.

There's this small, comfortable beat of silence.

"Love you bro, we all do,"

John doesn't really believe Bruce, not entirely, but he says it back, "Love you too man."

[maxwell-the-pizza-boy]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE PPG GOT ADDED TO MULTIVERSUS ALONGSIDE THR RRB AND BRICK IS VOICED BY FUCKING YAKKO WARNER!????

[braveburned]

hi !! my mental health unfortunately tanked over the past month just by virtue of being around and dependent on my family for such an extended period of time, but I head back home tomorrow night and will hopefully be feeling a bit more like myself again once I'm in my own space and around my friends again. thanks for being patient with me, I know I've been horrifically ooc the past couple of weeks but I do want to get some writing down to unwind before my classes start back up !

[blackbackedjackal]

Fucking hell I'm finding so much concerning information.

I want to confirm with my own research and find multiple sources before just dropping a bunch of links but...

[bigmeandragonlady]

not me tabbing out of a mission at extract b/c my team was taking so long to get there, forgetting about the game for 15/20 min and tabbing back in to see they still havent extracted

[masquenoire]

So, about my contract ending? Work just called and they want me back permanently starting from Tuesday, same hours but less days (just 4 days a week) to cover evenings which works out pretty good for me, leaving me free during the day!