#i hope you like this op !!

[trensu]

Eddie saw the ad. Chrissy had not wanted Eddie to see the ad. Chrissy saw the ad two days ago and knew that under no circumstances could Eddie see the ad.

"Chris. Chris. Chrissy. Chrissy-topher," Eddie said with the grin that Chrissy had been dreading. She kicked herself for not having thrown out the college newspaper sooner.

"No," she tried.

"Yes," Eddie countered.

"I can't!"

"You can!" Eddie insisted. "Chrissy, the stars have aligned. The fates have intervened. Destiny's knocking at your door. This is the perfect opportunity."

"I am not going," Chrissy said, already feeling her defenses crumbling in the face of Eddie's exuberance.

"Joy of my heart, sunshine for my soul, my darling lady love," Eddie crooned. "I will drag you there kicking and screaming if I have to. I will stuff you in a body bag and carry you there myself."

"As if you even could, you nerd!"

"Hey, I might have noodle arms but you're like a twig. Even I can lift a twig. Chrissy, you've been mooning over this girl since the start of the semester. This is your chance!"

"No! I'll just look like an idiot if I go," Chrissy said morosely. "She's barely noticed me even after I asked her questions in class. She probably hates me."

"She doesn't hate you," Eddie said, rolling his eyes the same as he had every other time Chrissy had brought it up. "It's scientifically impossible to hate you."

"She barely looks at me!"

"She was probably just nervous."

"She thinks I'm a ditz, too!"

"How could you possibly know that?

"I asked about our linguistics homework once--because you know, she can't ignore me if I'm asking about our class, right?--she laughed at me!

"Hang on, you told me she helped you out with that and was super nice about it."

"After she laughed at me! And why is she even in intro to linguistics anyway? She can already speak like five different languages."

"That's why you can't shut up about her, huh? 'Cuz she's so mean. 'Oooh, Eddie, Robin said the smartest thing in class today' or 'Eddie, Robin's started wearing ties and suspenders, she looks sooooo handsome' or 'when will she pin me down on the nearest surface and f--"

Chrissy yelped, face aflame, and slapped a hand over Eddie's mouth.

"I've never said that last thing!" Chrissy said, which was true.

Eddie licked the palm of her hand.

"Ew!"

"Maybe not out loud, but we know each other in uncomfortably intimate ways, Chris. I know you've thought about it."

...that was also true. But only when she was in bed! After dark! Alone!

Chrissy groaned and buried her face in her hands. She grimaced when her moist palm touched her cheek but she couldn't make herself uncover her face again. She screwed her eyes shut.

Eddie pried her hand off her face and held it gently in both of his. She peeked an eye open and Eddie's face was a picture of compassion and sympathy.

"I like her so much, it's scary," Chrissy whimpered.

"I know," Eddie said. "But I really think you have a shot. You're beautiful and sweet and you have the biggest heart. Besides, you've never spoken to her outside of class! Things will be different in a new setting. Trust me, I'm an experienced DM. I know these things."

"I doubt it," Chrissy giggled weakly. Eddie shrugged.

"But you'll regret it if you don't try, won't you?"

"Yeah," Chrissy said in defeat.

"Great! Make sure to wear your skimpiest skirt and your 'gonna get laid' lipstick. We're getting you a girlfriend."

--

There were so many women here. Butch women, femme women and everything in between. Chrissy was a small-town girl at heart and liked to dress pretty, but she was kind of regretting not taking Eddie's advice about wearing something that would 'display the goods.' Some of these women were smoking hot. There was no way Robin was even going to notice she was here.

She watched Robin talk animatedly with a group of suitors. Her best friend, who Chrissy recognized but couldn't remember his name, was at her side smiling widely and participating in the conversation as well. Chrissy wanted to go join them.

She used to be so popular in high school. People would come to her in droves to talk to her; it was never something she had to work at. She wasn't even sure what drew people to her back then, outside of the cheer uniform. She didn't know how to charm anyone, really. And there were so many more people in college than there were in her dinky hometown.

Eddie tried to push her to join that group, but Chrissy shook her head frantically.

"I'm not ready, I can't," she told him, more panicky than intended.

Eddie eyed her.

"You need some low stakes practice," Eddie declared, and started pulling her to other groups of women.

They were much easier to talk to, and after the first couple of times, she began to feel confident enough to approach others on her own. Eddie left her side at one point. The next time he reappeared he was showing off a slip of paper with a number on it.

"Who gave you that?" Chrissy laughed. Eddie pointed to a butch woman with thick arms, wearing a bi pride pin.

"She claims to have an impressive strap collection. I told her I'd have to see it to believe it," Eddie said with a saucy grin. "She said if I'm a good boy, she'd put me on my back and give me a live demonstration."

"Oh my god," Chrissy said between giggles. Eddie nudged her playfully, glancing around and taking in the upbeat atmosphere. His face broke into a mischievous smile.

"So now you have to get Robin's number. How could you live with yourself knowing I was a better lesbian than you at this lesbian mixer? Where's your queer pride?"

He reached out and gave her a twirl that had her stumbling back a few steps.

"Eddie, watch it!" Chrissy tried to say but she crashed into someone behind her.

There was a tangle of flailing limbs. She and the person Eddie all but threw her into ended up landing roughly on the ground. Both of them struggled to get up but moving simultaneously like that resulted in both of them sitting on the floor rather than back on their feet.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," the other person said when they caught their breath. "I'm a total klutz, ask anyone."

Chrissy squirmed to get off the person's lap. She couldn't bear look this person in the eye. She was going to die of embarrassment and her ghost was gonna come back to murder Eddie. Eddie, of course, had mysteriously disappeared. He was always good at running, the jerk.

"No," Chrissy said, face red. "My fault. I'm sor--"

"Chrissy?"

Chrissy looked up in surprise to see beautiful clear eyes. Robin's beautiful clear eyes. Her cheeks were dusted prettily in pink. Chrissy couldn't help but glance down at her soft-looking lips, and the handsome line of her jaw for just a second.

"Robin!" Chrissy said, her voice an octave higher than normal. She wanted the ground to swallow her up.

"But we're not in linguistics," Robin blurted. "I mean, obviously we're not, because you're here. Why are you here? I didn't know you'd be here. Not that you're not allowed! It's a free country."

As Robin spoke, Chrissy became aware of the hand on her thigh, just above the knee where her skirt had ridden up slightly. Robin's thumb rubbed back and forth on the fabric of the skirt while the rest of her fingers twitched restlessly against her bare skin.

"I saw the ad," Chrissy said, watching Robin curiously.

Robin's eyes flicked to her face before darting away every so often. She didn't seem to know that her hand was on Chrissy's thigh. Chrissy, on the other hand, was very aware and would later re-imagine the feeling of it but significantly higher up along her thigh in the privacy of her bedroom.

"Ha, yeah, the ad. That was my roommate. I said I wanted a study group, but he misunderstood and thought I wanted, like, a gay club or something, and he can be kind of a dummy sometimes with words so the ad didn't come out right at all--"

"People are having fun though," Chrissy said, now trying to stay very still so Robin wouldn't notice that they were both still sitting sprawled on the ground. If she did, she might push Chrissy off her lap and that was unacceptable.

"Yeah, he's great at parties but I still don't have a study group. Did you finish the linguistics study guide we got last class? I haven't. My spot in the library was taken and it's the only place I can concentrate. Do you study at the library? I don't think I've seen you there. I usually study late so if you came in the mornings, I wouldn't have seen you. I would've noticed if you were there while I was there. I always notice when you're around. But not in a stalker way! In a totally normal, un-creepy way."

Chrissy laughed suddenly as she realized something.

"Robin," Chrissy giggled. "Am I making you nervous?"

"N-no!" Robin blustered. "I mean, why would I be--why would you make me--that's ridiculous!"

Confidence bubbled up in Chrissy's chest the longer Robin rambled.

"Are you sure? Because you haven't let me answer any of your questions," Chrissy teased. Robin's pink cheeks darkened. "And you've had your hand under my skirt but you haven't done anything with it yet."

Robin's eyes widened.

"FUCK." She snatched up her hands and raised them in the air like she was being held at gunpoint. "Chrissy, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to."

Chrissy took that as her cue to carefully get to her feet and offered Robin a hand up. Robin took it, obviously embarrassed, and let go as soon as she was up. Robin jammed her hands into her pockets.

"I would've said something sooner if I minded," Chrissy said with a shy smile. If her hair hadn't been tied back, she would've pulled it over to cover her mouth. It was a terrible habit she'd picked up from Eddie, but it was surprisingly comforting to do.

"Oh," Robin said breathlessly with a thunderstruck expression. She said nothing else, and they stood there staring at each other for the longest minute of Chrissy's life. Her nerves started to jangle again.

"I haven't done that study guide yet," Chrissy said in a rush before she could chicken out. "If you need a study partner, maybe you could give me your number and we can schedule something? I'm not as good at it as you but I can try to help."

"No, you're, you're great! We can totally study together. Let me just--" Robin patted herself down looking for a pen.

"Here you go," Eddie said, reappearing from out of nowhere. He handed Robin a blue pen.

"Thanks," Robin muttered distractedly. She took Chrissy's hand and carefully wrote down her number on Chrissy's palm in tidy handwriting.

Chrissy was about to say something, anything, to continue the conversation, but someone called out for Robin. Robin looked towards where the voice came from and waved. She turned back to Chrissy.

"I better go see what he wants," Robin said quickly. She nervously tapped on the number she'd written on Chrissy's palm. "We sprung for an answering machine so you can call whenever and I'll call back right away, okay?"

"Sure," Chrissy said. "I'll call you soon."

"Great," Robin said, still looking a bit stunned. "Um, bye."

Robin all but ran away. Chrissy might've taken offense to that, except that Robin couldn't help but look back to wave at Chrissy like a dork, and tripped over her own feet. Fortunately, she was able to catch herself. Chrissy sighed dreamily as Robin disappeared.

She spun on her heel and jabbed Eddie in the chest with one manicured finger.

"You did that on purpose!"

Eddie made his eyes go wide and innocent. Eddie had never been innocent a day in his life, as far as Chrissy was concerned, so she wasn't falling for it.

"I would never!" Eddie exclaimed, placing an affronted hand over his heart. Chrissy caught a glimpse of blue ink on Eddie's forearm as he performed his dramatics. She snatched to to her.

"What's this? You got another girl's number??"

It was Eddie's turn to sigh dreamily.

"No, there's a guy here with fantastic hair. He gave me his number. Chrissy, he used to be on the basketball team. He's so fucking hot. I would be such a good boy for him," Eddie said breathily.

"You and your jock obsession."

"Says the girl who pulled a nerd."

"Smart girls are hot! Robin knows--"

"--like five different languages. Yeah, I heard," Eddie laughed as Chrissy shoved him. "Do you think she can talk dirty in all of them?"

"Oh, no."

"You didn't think of that, huh?"

"Oh, no."

"You're welcome."

"I hate you," Chrissy said. "C'mon, lets go home before she hears you."

"...so are you gonna need some alone time when we got home or can we watch a movie together?"

"Hate. Hate."

--

A month later, Chrissy returns from her first night over at Robin's, after her roommate had graciously made himself scarce. Eddie was lounging on their couch, eating cereal and watching cartoons. He catches her eye and smirks.

"Good night?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," Chrissy said blissfully.

"So?"

"Hm?"

"Dirty talk. How many languages?"

"All of them," Chrissy said smugly.

Steve tries to create an LGBT club at his college (so that Robin can meet more people and have queer friends) and ends up accidentally putting out a want ad for her

First meeting comes and every single attendant is a suitor for Robin

[vanmarkus]

9-1-1 • S2E15 || S7E04 ↳ based on this post by @honestlyeddie-im-bi

[froggyfootsoldier]

yknow solas from dai right and forgive me bc im sure other ppl already knew this but i just found out about this just now and now i have to say it

so i was scrolling reddit and someone was asking how come they can't seem to write solas dialogue correctly for fanfiction and someone in the comments pointed out that he, not always, but very often, speaks in IAMBIC TETRAMETER? and that's why he SOUNDS LIKE THAT?

[reineydraws]

ode to coming home by @portgasu

these are my full pieces for the @opfluffzine 🥰🥰 it was really fun doing the spot art for this uta lives fic and super great to work with asriel! go show the fic some love on ao3, and if you wanna check out the rest of the zine, you can download it here for free 💞

process gifs under the cut!

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[introspectivememories]

buggy who turns to shanks one night after they've reunited and says softly, with indecipherable look in his eyes and says, "i'm not in love with you anymore." and shanks, shocked beyond belief, heart aching with a want he didn't even know he had, with a need he hadn't even realized was there, thinks quietly to himself, i didn't know you ever were

[toomanywordsnllines]

I'm not the best on drawing someone looking slutty BUT- I was able to draw this...

here op ( @confuseddipshit )  Have whatever this is!

[allimili]

pick your shadow milk !?

@shaadowmilkcookie *takes your smilk and admires it

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

I don’t know if This is the place where people make requests but I was thinking Katsuki and y/n have been friends since childhood but as they grow up Katsuki takes the hero path and y/n chooses the villain path it’s like the 2nd year of UA Katsuki knows y/n is a villain and keeps it a secret she’s also in the class. I don’t know how much I’m aloud to ask but hiiii and if this gets picked thank you

ouuuu this is such an interesting request ! i luv me some angst once in a while ! this is also probably the angstiest fic ive written rn lmfaoo ! i tried to honour your request as best i could and i hope you like it ! (also yall keep enabling my katsuki friends to lovers addiction its not me its yall sooo🤥..) also here, reader’s family is part of a crime syndicate sorta like the chie hassaikai !

fem reader, blood n injuries, kinda angsty but i cant bring myself to fully write angst so take the bittersweetness <33 katsuki claims he hates reader but he doesn’t, reader has a sorta traumatic backstory but if u squint HARD, reader feels guilty, slight miscommunication trope, lemme know if i missed something !

"how long are you gonna keep doing this ?"

you're rolling up your bloody sleeves when you hear the question you'd been expecting fall from your best friends lips.

"what do you mean ?" you're playing dumb, you know it. and unfortunately, katsuki knows it too.

he narrows his eyes at you, you ignore him "don't give me that shit." he all but growls at you "how many more times are you gonna come to me all fucked up like this ?" you'd expected him to be louder, but you blame that on the fact it’s so late. angrier isn't the term you're looking for, you've known him long enough to know he's trying to hold back his anger. for you. you feel your stomach twisting at the thought.

"as long as you'll have me" you jest, smiling at him. you never took anything seriously. from the time you were kids until now, katsuki hates that about you. "you'll keep taking care of me, won't you suki ?"

you're spoiled, you think everything is a fuckin' joke. katsuki hates that about you.

he huffs, grabbing your outstrechted bruised and bloodied arm "i won't if you keep wakin' me up so late. we've got school tomorrow, you dumbass." his actions are softer than his words, like they always are. he cleans at your injuries with the med kit he has stashed away in his room for emergencies, emergencies being you. you snort and katsuki can barely cover the smirk growing on his face at the sound.

"you're such a goody two shoes." you sigh playfully, but your tone is more loving than playful like you'd hoped.

you'd been hiding your lifestyle from kastuki until you no longer could. coming to him one night heavily injured because you thought he was the only one you could come to, a decision you regret to this day, even as you sit here in his bedroom again.

you'd never meant to get him involved in your mess. katsuki, who's future was so promising. katsuki, who since the ripe age of 5 with starry eyes and bandaged cheeks proclaimed he would be the best. katsuki, who had wanted you to be together when that moment came.

but you had to ruin it. and you're sure that even as he sits there with you and cleans up your wounds, a part of him hates you for it. you don't blame him, how could you ?

you ruined everything. you always do—

you feel a finger flick against your forehead and when you focus again katsuki's eyes bore into yours.

"don't go zoning out on me, idiot. don't go falling asleep on me either. 'f i can't sleep, neither can you." you huff out a laugh at his petulant demand. you hum as he bandages your arm up carefully. " i think i can do that." you sigh.

"i wasn't asking." he retorts, looking up at you seriously "don't go knocking out on me."

you're left speechless at his words. because despite what he says, you know what he means. you've known katsuki for too long not to.

it’s stupid that such a simple sentence has you blinking rapidly, sniffling away the tears forming in your lash line. katsuki sighs. even when you tried acting tough, you’ve always been such a crybaby.

neither of you say a word as he finishes bandaging up your wounds. he insists on rewrapping up your hand and your heart squeezes because you know he’s stalling and it would be time for you to go soon.

it’s for the better, you think. despite your heart tying itself in knots, you won’t allow katsuki to get caught up in them.

he finishes and no words are exchanged. he stares at you, pleading for something you’re not quite sure about, or at least that’s what you tell yourself (you’ve known him way too long not to know what he wants). you avoid his gaze, your eyes growing misty again when you hear him sigh in defeat before he gets up from his bed and leaves the room.

while you’re throwing your jacket on and tugging your dirty boots back on (katsuki was a stickler about keeping his room clean) you can’t help but look around his room. it makes you giggle how he hadn’t really changed that much at all.

he’s thrown out most of his action figures but it seems he just couldn’t separate himself from the all might one’s. he’s still got the all might poster, his pride and joy that he never stopped showing off when you were kids. and then you see something on the shelf where he keeps all his manga.

katsuki walks back into the room and his shoulders visibly sag when he sees you ready to go. you don’t see it though, you’re focused on something on his shelf, he raises a brow.

before he can ask you anything though, you turn to him with a sly little grin, the grin he knows you have when you’re about to say some dumb shit. he hates that about you.

you’ve got a small rubber band looking thing pinched around your finger and katsuki feels his stomach drop.

"you still have this ? " you twirl the braided friendship bracelet you’d made for him when you were kids around your thumb and index finger, giggling when you see katsuki’s expression morph from curiosity to embarrassment. faster than you could blink, he’s already stomping over to you. he wobbles around a little on his bed to reach over your shoulder to snatch the bracelet back.

“don’t go snooping through my stuff !” his fingers are inches away from the bracelet when you switch it over to your other hand. a struggle breaks out where you push and shove at each other. you end up underneath him with him trying to open up your hand tightly clutching onto your bracelet.

“s’not snooping—if it’s just sitting out in the open !” you giggle. he finally manages to snatch his bracelet out of your death grip with a huff and a pinch at your thigh. you don’t miss the way he inspects it carefully before deciding it was unharmed and placing it right back where you’d found it. your heart squeezes despite yourself.

“either way, don’t go puttin’ yer dirty paws on my stuff. you’ll get your germs on them.” he snickers childishly. you’re just as if not more childish because you blow a raspberry at him. katsuki squishes your cheeks out with his hand in response.

you realize you feel a little too comfy, then realize you’re laying in katsuki’s bed and suddenly spring up to try and leave but a hand pushes at your chest, stopping you from doing so. “where the hell do you think you’re goin’, huh ?”

“home ?”

“don’t think so.” he utters simply, pushing you down onto his bed harshly “you’re not going anywhere.”

“katsu—“

“shut up. none of that bullshit you spout all the time” he leans down until your noses almost brush against each other, you inhaling sharply and katsuki grips the sheets next to your head “ if you get yourself in trouble again, i’m the one you’re gonna come bother and i’m trynna sleep. you’re staying.”

the asshole knows exactly what to say to make you feel bad, even if he doesn’t mean to. so you swallow the lump in your throat and concede “okay, fine” you nod “but i gotta leave super early, so don’t be surprised to see me gone when you wake up.”

“s’less trouble for me if you are.” he quips. he’s mean, he’s always been mean. yet his eyes tell a different story. there he goes again with those pleading eyes. the ones that make you want to spill your entire heart and more, to give your life and soul to him. you turn your face away from him.

“stop that.” he whispers, nosing at your neck, your heartbeat picks up and his does too.

“stop what ?” you're playing dumb, you know it. and unfortunately, katsuki knows it too.

“stop trying to act all hard. you know i won’t fall for that shit. those other extra’s might, but i won’t.” he’s awfully quiet. it almost gives you whiplash how he’d went from wrestling you to doing..whatever this was. you don’t mind, despite yourself. “known you too fuckin’ long, unfortunately.”

“yeah” you choke out “yeah, unfortunately.” you feel tears burning in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, that’d be unfair. you’re not allowed to be upset over something you’d caused.

“for fucks sake’s, yn” katsuki goes from gripping his sheets to gripping your wrists, you close your eyes. “ just—fuckin’—“

“i’m sorry.” you whimper, he pauses.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have come tonight, or any other night” you sniffle “i should’ve—you should’ve forgotten about me.”

you’re babbling, you always do when you get in your own head. when you refuse to tell him what’s bothering you, determined to do everything yourself, katsuki hates that about you. though it’s something he can’t really get too angry at you for, cus he does it too.

you’re babbling and you’re crying like you always do because you’re a crybaby despite acting like you’re not, and katsuki hates that about you. that’s why he sighs and flips you both over so you’re laying on top of him. immediately despite your better judgment, despite claiming he should’ve forgotten you, you cling to him like he’ll disappear if you don’t.

you’re clingy. you’ve always clung to him. you’re annoying, spoiled and bratty. you make dumb jokes and you never take anything seriously and you cry easily and katsuki tells himself he hates all of that about you.

because it’s easier to say than admit he’s hopelessly in love with you.

he doesn’t care about waking up late to treat your wounds, he’d stay up all night even if it meant fucking up his sleep schedule just to take care of you. he’d give everything he has just to hear you giggle at your own stupid jokes and he’d offer up every limited edition all might figure he has just to stay here and bicker with you over nothing. he’d always comfort you cus you cry easily and he wants to breathe the same air you do constantly, he’d swallow you whole and keep you safe right next to his heart if he could.

you’re clingy, annoying, spoiled and bratty and all of the above but katsuki would do absolutely anything for you.

so he comforts you as you lay crying into his chest. apologizing about something he has no idea about. he’ll ask and he knows you won’t answer him, but he doesn’t care. as long as you’re here.

you fall asleep soon after and you’re still clutching onto him. he reciprocates by holding onto you just as tightly, hoping it keeps you safe as you dream. it’s a stupid thought, he thinks. but it seems you’ve gone and wiped your germs onto his heart.

“you drive me fuckin’ crazy.” he whispers into the air. you’re still wrapped up snuggly in his embrace and his black sheets. in his room where you’d spent the majority of your childhood together. until you came to him with a snotty nose and big wet eyes and told him you weren’t allowed to come play at his house anymore.

fate must think it’s so fucking funny, because despite you not coming over anymore you’d ended up going to the same school every year afterwards, even now ending up in the same class. and with you sneaking into his room almost every night to have him clean up your injuries.

he knows you’ll be gone in the morning, somehow untangling yourself from his snake like grip. with tired eyes and some treat from that coffee shop you know he likes, your stupid way of apologizing to him. katsuki wants to tell you you don’t have to do that because he’d forgive any crime you commit. he’ll turn a blind eye to whatever you do even though he’s studying to do the exact opposite because it’s you and he loves you. but you’ll get in your own head and start assuming stuff. so he accepts your chocolate covered croissants and splits both with you.

you must’ve hit your head extra hard during your late night excursion to think katsuki would ever forget about you. you’re stupid that’s for sure, and katsuki wants to say he hates that about you. but that’d make him stupid too.

[hey-august]

buggy filling you any chance he gets. pumping into your creamy cunt until it's overflowing and that's still not enough. not until you have his babies.

"i'm gonna get you pregnant" he promises with each load.

"gonna fill you up, babe"

"gonna turn this pussy into a clown car"

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

as soft as a misty rain

cw. f!reader (no specified anatomy), recently established relationship, allusions that sanji's past is more complicated than he lets on, reader has a defined devil fruit ability

pairing. vinsmoke sanji x reader

synopsis. it is all typical sanji; there is no deeper meaning to his actions. until it isn't all typical sanji and now there are many meanings to everything he does.

notes. a back to school treat for pookie @hash-slinging-slasher-trash because we both survived the first week of the new semester. title comes from rain by swv, it just felt like it would really the vibes i was going for because established relationships are sweet, but the buzzing honeymoon phase of a recently established relationship can be a bit sweeter

Sanji has always handled you with care.

There is nothing to realize. It’s an objective fact that has been apparent from almost the very moment you met on Charmed Enclave. Aside from children, there are very specific individuals Sanji will always be gentle with. An enthusiastic softness, eager and ready to serve at the drop of a hat.

I’m not special, you had told yourself, clutching Zoro’s previous warnings tightly. He does this for every woman, with or without a pulse.

It didn’t matter how many treats he brought you, reserved solely for you.

There was no deeper meaning to when he held out his hand to help you down a few steps.

Nor did it matter if he’d push Zoro onto a puddle for you to walk across like a coat taking in all the liquid, amusing as it had been.

It’s all typical Sanji.

The question is raised when it isn’t typical Sanji; that is what makes your skin buzz as Sanj’s fingers thrum across your own. What makes your chest warm as you watch as he wraps a cloth around your palms and your fingers, how he touches you as if protecting a thousand treasures.

“I won’t lie and say the Nervy Nervy Fruit isn’t useful,” Sanji murmurs with a sigh. “But if you can’t feel pain, how are you supposed to recognize your limits? Like the other day.”

You chuckle sheepishly and Sanji’s expression is uncharacteristically sharp, unamused at the display. You are sure he will be sour about your turning off your pain receptors to test the heat of the stovetop a while longer. The blond has been fretting over you like a mother hen even since. “I’ll try to be more mindful,” you promise when your chuckles subside, letting your gaze rest on your connected hands. As of now, you’ve only dulled your senses to a light discomfort. Enough to feel everything without wanting to croak from your injuries. “But this time I was distracted, I normally don’t singe myself when I check how hot the stove is.”

That does little to sway Sanji in your favor.

“I’ll be more careful,” you dramatically let your head hang as if you’re being reprimanded by your boss.

“You’ll make Chopper sad otherwise,” despite his words, Sanji sounds satisfied with the conclusion. “Think about Chopper. That’s what you told me, remember?”

Your shoulders shake with hearty laughter, “don’t use my words against me,” you beam brightly with a hint of challenge. “And you should be thanking me. Quitting smoking is going to help you in the long run. What if they started calling you Black Lung Sanji? What would you do then?” Not to mention with how impressionable the young reindeer is, the last thing you want is to see him attempting to take a smoke break between patients.

With how hectic things tend to get for the Straw Hats, it is too easy to envision.

Sanji’s cigarettes and lighter had to go for the greater good.

As your laughter subsides, a comfortable silence settles over you both.

“So,” you feel possessed to break it. Comfortable as it may be, you fear you’ll drown in it. Sink deeper and deeper in it until you do something foolish, whatever foolish thing that may be. It’s easy to drown as a power holder, it is why you are always careful around the water’s edge. What happens when you find a piece of the ocean you aren’t afraid to fall into, however. You’ve never been prepared for that. “Have you always wanted to become a cook? I know that’s what you were doing before you joined the crew.”

At your query, Sanji’s eyes shine like a child’s, “it is.” As if he’s water flowing over a dam, Sanji tells you about his home in the East Blue. The floating restaurant, the Baratie ー a concept you’ve never certainly thought possible ー and the fighting cooks that reside in it.

He tells you about Zeff and the many cooks that joined his ranks over the years. Laughter falls from your lips as easily as the stories leave Sanji’s. 

The Baratie sounds more like the Waffle House restaurant chain throughout your home island than anything else. At the tail end of Sanji’s story about how a line cook named Peter got into a fist fight with three drunks and a cranky chicken, you finally ask, “what made you love cooking so much?”

“I’ve always enjoyed it, but I’d say my mom is the one who really encouraged it,” he tells you thoughtfully, his hands moving slower against your own as he recalls the woman. He should have long since finished, you know, but you don’t mind that he’s stalled in his 'wound tending efforts'. It’s nice feeling as if it is only you on the ship when in reality you are just the only ones awake. “I liked making her lunches, not that I was always good at it. But even if it tasted like garbage, she always ate it,” the blond’s dark eyes are miles away from where you sit on the Sunny. “Then she’d ask me to make her something else again.”

“I can’t wait to meet her,” you try to imagine what such a gentle person looks like. I think you probably look a lot like her. A good portion of the woman’s character certainly had been imbued in her son. He’s always been gentle and kind, you’ve seen it in how he treats Chopper.

It’s easy to baby the crew’s smallest member, but there is something unique in how everyone does it. Vinsmoke Sanji was meant to be a father. It’s a thought that flusters you, but you know it is true regardless. It’s a bit too soon to think about that though.

“It,” Sanji’s gaze doesn’t meet yours as his thumb brushes over the back of your cloth-covered hand. You aren’t able to dwell long on what exactly your newly minted boyfriend means, however, as he continues on. “will probably be easier meeting Zeff than my mother. He’s a stubborn old fart but he means well. You’ll like him. Just don’t believe anything those jackasses at the Baratie tell you about me. I just know they put up that god awful wanted poster of me where everyone can see it.”

A giggle slips from your lips at Sanji’s distressed expression and you recall how he begged for you to pretend the portrait didn’t exist. 

It’s easy to imagine all the cantankerous characters he mentioned growing up with. Zeff, Patty, Carne and you can easily picture the boisterous men hanging Sanji’s wanted poster for all to see like proud parents and uncles. Ones very good at teasing their group’s baby. The men who made Vinsmoke Sanji ‘Vinsmoke Sanji’.

“I can’t wait to meet them.”

Sanji pauses at your words before he lips stretch into a dreamy smile and you let yourself arrogantly assume he’s picturing the same things you are. “I can’t wait to introduce you to them.” With that, his tending to your hand is finished, cloth gently knotted so it can’t move. “I’m no Chopper, so he’ll probably have to redo it once he wakes up.”

You smile at his handiwork, “thanks again.” You think that will be the end of your little moment, but rather than let your hand go Sanji holds your fingers a touch tighter.

“Can I kiss your hand,” the cook asks earnestly, dark eyes reserved yet hopeful.

“You don’t have to ask permission for that,” your chest burns a gold the color of Sanji’s hair. It’s unfair how easily he gets your heart pounding like a drum. In spite of your words, he doesn’t lean forward an inch. “Of course you can,” you grumble, eyes darting to a particularly interesting piece of wood in your embarrassment.

The hair of his chin dances across your skin like raindrops.

[dykealloy]

the catholic rejection of it all

[r0semultiverse]

Small indie artists in need of support for moving out by September!

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[mooneln0ne]

One piece Secret Santa for @gali-la , I gift ye Zolu 🤲…

A clearer version(?)

[kacievvbbbb]

Mihawk and the Red Haired Pirates

-Look I don't know what to tell you, Mihawk's epithet is literally Hawkeyes meaning he is world-renowned for his eyesight meaning that he'd probably make a good sharpshooter. And maybe Yasopp decides to test this theory with a little friendly competition. And after giving Mihawk a quick intro into how guns work, maybe Yasopp had to pull out every trick there is in the book to narrowly avoid losing to said Hawkeyes, who as it turns out is indeed very good at hitting targets and who had literally just learned how to cock a gun not even 30 minutes ago. But who's to say what actually happened, the day of November 25th at 2:35pm? Certainly not Yasopp, the record clearly shows he is undefeated.

-Once a year Ben and Mihawk go on a little trip just the two of them. They act like it's just so they can shit-talk Shanks but actually, they just go fishing somewhere in the middle of the ocean and drink horribly overpriced and fancy alcohol. Look Benn loves his crew, and would die for them but also if he doesn't get at least a week to himself once every year he'd kill them all himself. He deserves nice things and a little peace and fucking quiet and not being constantly inundated with the whims of a man child and Mihawk's the closest he's ever gonna get to a friend with taste, and he travels alone with a bunch of fancy wine. Sue the man. Mihawk who would rather nap is fine to let someone else sail his overgrown raft against the annoyingly ever-changing grandline for a week or two.

-Wouldn't it be cute if Mihawk learned a lot of his fancier cooking techniques from Roux? Like he knew how to cook to survive but watching Roux is how he learned to like properly dice vegetables and that eating fish prepared the same way three times a day is not infact a life he would like to lead. This was of course less cute to Lucky Roux who in the beginning had no clue what was happening and only felt the weight of Mihawk's otherworldly stare on the back of his neck as he handled knives. (he defiantly for at least a little bit, thought Mihawk had a knife fetish. which, he's not entirely wrong)

-To Building Snake (who I just learned is the RHP's navigator) Mihawk might as well be a modern-day miracle. In his eyes, Mihawk's sailing is proof that god exists, because only divine intervention can explain how this man ever gets anywhere never mind on time or early even. Building Snake is pretty sure he owns neither a map nor a log pose and he has never actually seen the sails of Mihawk's pretend ship unfurled or in use. Actually, he has never seen Mihawk do anything but sit menacingly on the throne in the middle of the boat, which why? If you think about it for even a second longer that 2 minutes how Mihawk "sails" anywhere breaks every law of physics and somehow even the concept of geography. Building Snake would like to dissect him and study him under a microscope but knows the boss would disapprove.

[shroommush]

So i drew some fanart of @pompadorbz sorry boys "still wakes the deep" au ! I had fun with the more action filled drawings, and definetly wanna do more >:P

While drawing, i got to brainstorming about what character roles the boys might take in the story. Like, charlies probably caz, and maybe phil is caz's friend whos a cook (i forgot his name) but then i thought about if characters like Rennick had a coresponding cc, and i immediately thought about schlatt. So, i have ideas about what expanding the au might look like, but this isnt MY au, so for now ill hold off on yapping my ideas and just share what ive drawn for now

But either way, i REALLY enjoy this au and love all the ansgt potential it has. Like i was thinking, who out of the boys would end up being the last one? (Aka, taking caz's place at the end of the story with the lighter) and thought that, out of the boys, it would just make the most sense to be tommy. And thats HORRIBLE, AUGH ITS SO SAD but i LOVE IT

Anyways, sorry for the rambling, i hope you guys enjoy the art :] i still have to draw that other scene with charlie on the elevator, tho, so i might come back with more later