#ignorance is bliss

[joudama]

I honestly wish they had never released the art book, so I didn’t know what we could have gotten, but didn’t.

So I finally watched Jackdaw's video about project Joplin and I want to cry my eyes out. Honestly. What the fuck. I haven't played the veilguard yet, but I don't think I ever will. And that's coming from someone that has been a hard-core Dragon Age fan for ten years. It actually hurts to see what we could have had. Like... the fucking Divine? For example? Solas being actually relevant? Fucking Calpernia??????? You know, characters and lore people are actually invested in.

If I believed in Christmas miracles, I would wish for having Joplin/The Dread Wolf instead of Veilguard.

[anim-ttrpgs]

"Blissfully Ignorant," investigator Trait from Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy.

[reality-detective]

Charlie Kirk: Ignorance is Bliss 🤔

[juaneloriginal]

This is the story of a woman named Mariella

TW: BLOOD AND MISSING ARMS

aaaand a couple doodls

ignorance is bliss

@blackkatdraws

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea

I'm baaaacckkkkk

I hope you enjoy. This may be the start of a new series, not sure yet. But I hope you all enjoy!

Pairings: Dracule Mihawk x Reader (Devil fruit user)

Update! This fic has gone through a lot of changes! so new pairing will ultimately be Mihawk x Reader x Shanks!

Summary: Mihawk wakes from his nap near what should be a deserted island. Turns out that you and your dog Hank are its sole inhabitants. One visit leads to another until your island becomes his home away from home.

Masterlist

Devil fruit user reader,

Warnings: none yet!

Dracule Mihawk wakes to the sound of screaming. He is already scowling by the time he cracks his eyes open and sits up to scan the horizon. Seems like he had drifted close to a small island while napping. His lip curls up in a sneer when he hears the screams again, and it has him standing from his perch and using a bit of haki to see what was going on.

There, being chased by a group of obvious pirates, is you. His ringed eyes narrow, and with a dramatic sigh, Mihawk directs his little boat closer to the shore and tosses the anchor over. In a flash, he stands on shore and begins making his way toward the commotion that woke him in the first place. Dracule is not a hero. he would never dream of calling himself one, but even he would not turn a blind eye to a woman in need. He wasn't a monster, after all.

The warlord swings his sword from his back and takes off, boosting himself forward with a little haki. It's laughable how easily Mihawk cuts down the pirates, these men little more than bandits with a stolen ship. However, he is caught off guard when the ground under his feet suddenly becomes cold, near freezing, and he is quick to hop away from the patch of snow that has formed under his feet.

“You ass! I was having fun!” The woman he thought he had saved snarls at him. Mihawk schools his face back into its usual unimpressed look and looks at you. She is scowling fiercely up at him, but all Dracule can see is an upset kitten.

“You should be grateful. I saved your life, you know.” He replies hauntingly and swings his sword back around to latch it to his back, “Why were they chasing you?”

You shrug at him, shifting foot to foot in impatience. You needed to get a move on. Hank was waiting for you back home. “I dunno. They showed up this morning and demanded I give them whatever I had. I told them to fuck off.” She frowns and kicks the snow that has gathered around her. “They didn't like that answer.”

“No, I would imagine not,” Mihawk agrees and looks her over. The woman wears simple clothes, just leggings and a loose tunic, and quite a few years younger than himself. He finds himself oddly concerned. Hmm. How unlike him.

“Are you alone here?” He asks, and the woman looks suspicious immediately. Her shoulder squares, and she shifts into a defensive stance. Dracule wonders if she even needed his help in the first place.

“Yeah? So what?” You demand and narrow your eyes at him. “Why don't you wear a shirt?”

Dracule blinks at her, definitely not having expected that to be her question, “I run hot.” He says and wonders why he is even entertaining this girl.

“Ha, I run cold!” She exclaims, and snow begins to fall around her as if to prove her point. Slowly, she begins to relax after realizing that this man isn't trying to attack her like the last people. She debates with herself for a moment before ultimately giving in to her baser desires. It's been so long since she's had good, human company.

“Would you like some tea?”

Mihawk opens his mouth to turn her down, but what comes out is, “What kind do you have?” He can't help but enjoy the tiny little smile you send him at his question. He is curious as to why you have yet to call him out, and questions why a warlord of the sea wanted with you and your little island.

“I grow my own, so you'll have to come see at home,” you tell him and point south, “If you aren't busy anyway?”

Truth be told, Dracule probably should get back on his boat and sail away to never see this slip of a girl and tiny island again. Go back to his lonely castle and read the hundreds of books just waiting to be cracked open. Maybe even do his job and report to the Marines about this place. But Mihawk would do none of those things. Instead, he gestured for you to lead the way and was rewarded with another one of those timid smiles.

“Hank should still be home. He's my dog,” you inform him as the two of you walk, and it doesn't take very long for your home to come into view. It's a quaint little cottage with rows of flowers and a large garden off to the side. He can see rows of drying herbs in one of the windows and even a smoke room connected to the side of the cottage. A massive hound with shaggy gray fur comes bounding up. It doesn't even bark at him and instead plops right down and starts to beg for attention.

“And this is why you aren't a guard dog, Hank,” you grumble and pat the hound on his massive head as you walk past Mihawk. Dracule eyes the dog before rolling his eyes and giving in to pat the top of his head like you had.

“You know, I know his name now, but I've yet to have the pleasure of knowing yours.” Mihawk follows after you, and a tiny smirk plays on his lips when he sees your face flush a pretty pink.

“God's, I'm sorry about that,” You laugh and run your fingers through your hair before offering the handsome man your hand and introducing yourself.

Mihawk grasps your hand, noting that you indeed do run very cold, “Dracule Mihawk,” he rumbles and waits for the inevitable panic that his name usually causes anyone he comes across.

“Huh. I like that. It suits you. Especially your eyes,” You tell him instead, and Mihawk finds that he likes You even more than he thought he would.

“Thank you,” he mutters quietly and follows you through the open door of your home. The inside is just as cozy as on the outside, and he has a hard time not immediately investigating the tall stacks of books that seem to be piled on every available surface. Most of them look worn and smudged, as if they'd been drowned in water.

“Sorry for the mess. I don't have company very often,” you murmur with a bit of wince and clear a chair for your guest.

“Nothing to apologize for, Darling,” Mihawk assures you and examines the rest of your home. It's cluttered, yes, but clean and more or less organized. He cuts his eyes toward you and smirks again at the sight of your flushed face. It seemed that you were not very used to being called any type of pet name.

You cough and rub the back of your neck, “Anyway, tea is this way,” you lead him to the kitchen where strings of dried herbs hang from the ceiling. You point at a group set away from the others and point out which is which. “The peppermint came out nicely this year, probably my favorite so far.”

“I'll have that then,” He watches as you dither around the kitchen, bringing a chipped kettle to a boil and pouring the two of you steaming cups of tea. He blows gently and then sips, humming at the pleasant coolness of the tea.

“Very nice,” he compliments and watches intently as you blush even brighter than before. Mihawk finds that he enjoys making you light up.

You quietly thank him and take a small sip of your own. He can feel your eyes on him, but Dracule doesn't particularly mind your curiosity. If earlier was any indication, then you had absolutely no idea who he was, and Mihawk would prefer to keep it that way.

“And thank you for earlier, with those men,” you speak up, and Dracule ticks a brow up at you, “I could have handled them, but definitely not as quickly as you did.”

“Mhm. You are welcome. The tea is a good enough reward,” the warlord teases, and you laugh quietly at his quip. After that, it's as if a dam broke. Conversation flowed between the two of you, and Dracule found himself hard pressed to leave when he looked outside and noticed that the sun was setting.

“Ah, I should be on my way. It is late, and I don't want to disturb you any longer,” Mihawk mentions. Truthfully, he wouldn't mind staying longer, but there were things he actually needed to attend to.

You blink and jerk your head to the window. It's near dusk and the sun paints the sky in hues of pink and purple, “Oh, I guess it is pretty late, huh,” you murmur and try to keep the disappointment out of your tone. Today has been one of the best days you've had in a very long time. You would miss Dracule Mihawk.

The warlord makes a split decision and stands, only to step close to his host and gently place a knuckle under her chin. He lifts her face, and she looks up at him with stars in her eyes when he swipes his thumb over her bottom lip, “Don't worry, Darling. You'll see me again,” he assures her softly.

You wet your lip, tongue ghosting over the pad of his thumb, “Promise?” You whisper, and Dracule gives the young woman a smile that will forever solely belong to you.

“Of course, sweet thing,” Mihawk murmurs and reluctantly pulls away. He grabs his sword and hat, fixing them to their proper places before he heads to the door, “I'll see you again.”

You watch him go, heart beating loudly in your chest as you stand to watch him out the window. When he disappears from sight, you plop back down and cover your flaming face with your hands. You couldn't wait to see him again.

@writingmysanity @kenkenmaaa @browneyedhufflepuff @foggyturtleknightangel

[heav3nb9by]

mmm love me some bitches that has colored eyes + black hair with deep unresolved trauma like yesss queenies, shows me your complexibility that helps motivate and mold you into the person that you are todayyy <3

[unvsannvs]

“Thank you Wilson” we all say in unison

[housepilled]

i know he’s drunk but there’s no reason for there to be THAT much carnal desire for lucas in house’s eyes like

[jackie-kawaii]

~🎩👑🔺~

[cripsynapkinskin]

Most Hozier fans will do ANYTHING but acknowledge the African-American influence that shapes most of his music. No one talks about it, and no one cares.

Rather let him be your "forest daddy", "fae king", "Irish dude", and all that stuff, and refuse to acknowledge some of the political and social commentary he's made, especially those that affect P.O.C. Rather put his folk music on a pedestal, and ignore everything else. Rather "go look another way".

I've probably seen about 2 posts ever, that talk about the African-American influence in "Take Me To Church", self-titled and "Wasteland, Baby", and almost everything. Everybody else just sees his music as cute cottagecore, forest folk stuff. It's almost as if "Nina Cried Power" (such a powerful anthem, with THE Mavis Staples) , "Almost (Sweet Music), "Someone New" and basically the whole of self-titled don't actually exist.

It's almost as if Hozier doesn't incorporate R&B, Soul, Blues, Gospel, Funk and Rock and Roll into his music, and it's almost if these SAME people don't enjoy it.

He mixes Irish with African-American and everybody only acknowledges and appreciates one side of that. How surprising. How shocking. ���

[liiizzard]

ignorance is bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp (nikanaiko)

holy shit where do i start?

this was genuinely one of the most amazing things i have ever read. There was so much lore and it was done really well. The writing was fantastic. Very slow burn but some really really adorable moments the whole way through. God the plot. Guys this was so so good there was so much action and suspense and again THE LORE !! we do not need another harry styles fic being turned into a movie we need this on the barnes and noble shelves. get this writer a fucking publishing deal rn.

i want everyone ever to read this even if you don’t know a single thing about voltron. you don’t need to. this fic is so good and has so much lore of its own.

i did very much cry at the end that shit was stressing me out but like in a fun i love this story kind of way.

there is also so much beautiful fan art for this one !!

[kiaratoo]

Messing around with my Bill design :3

[grimewart]

WAKE UP

[mothinflamesdoodles]

No thoughts head empty

[cholerascum]

i'm a turtle as you see, a little slow and a little green, but on the whole, i'd say, SUPA DUPA

[wanderingpetunia]

Anyone else catch the parallels of the Fox being reluctant to learn how to read despite prodding from Ame and Ava doing the same in Burrrow's End despite prodding from Tula? Makes me wonder who started the bit first, Brennan or Erica?