#imagine being able to write

[egelantier]

PSA: Winterfox/Requires Hate/Benjanun Sriduangkaew/Maria Ying

I'm starting to see recs for Benjanun Sriduangkaew crop up in fandom again, so here's your reminder that Benjanun Sriduangkaew, aka Maria Ying, is actually Winterfox/Requires_Hate, a well-known serial harasser, blackmailer and abuser who decided that the best thing to do with her multimillionaire heiress time and money is to do real and lasting harm to many communities and many writers (especially writers of color) that she saw as rivals.

with how fast things move online right now, I imagine she's banking on people just forgetting everything she pulled: please don't! But even if you won't deny her your attention, at least keep yourself safe and remember that her modus operandi used to be either love bombing people until they let slip something she then blackmailed them with, or literally decades of unhinged harassment.

feel free to share.

original sources:

Mixon report: https://feralsapient.com/?p=889

The letter to Apex editors: https://web.archive.org/web/20170216003240/http://awitin.likhain.net/2017/02/a-letter-to-apex-editors-re-the-intersectional-sff-roundtable/

Zen Cho's report (start here of you never heard of any of this): https://web.archive.org/web/20200808225250/https://zencho.org/being-an-itemised-list-of-disagreements/

*she had once upon a time deleted her blog, hence the Wayback link; but now it's re-uploaded by her here, as she explicitly still stands by her words: https://zencho.org/articles/being-an-itemised-list-of-disagreements/

Rachel Manija Brown's report: https://rachelmanija.dreamwidth.org/1288081.html

[serpentface]

The pylidaigh, a type of vampiric snow ghost, as imagined in folklore in and around the Highlands.

This is a ghost believed to come into being when a person dies in the snow and their body is not found before their soul (still trapped without its funeral rites) 'freezes' inside of it. The body then reanimates into a pylidaigh's twisted form. It looks like someone who slowly died of starvation, just a thin layer of flesh over bones. Its skin is as white as the snow itself, so pale it can blend seamlessly into a blizzard. Most of its body appears subtly stretched and lanky, save for its exceptionally unsubtle long, skinny arms, which drag on the ground behind it when it walks. After a big meal of blood, its belly swells like the abdomen of a tick.

A pylidaigh can only tread across snow and ice, and so doorways and windows are best kept clear of snowfall during the winter in order to prevent it from reaching inside. It mostly comes out to hunt during blizzards when there is little that can prevent it from catching its victims.

In spite of its fragile appearance, a pylidaigh is supernaturally strong, and can run at great speeds when it wants to. No mortal weapons can pierce its body, nor can any bonds known to craftsmen hold it in place. It is usually said that chains forged like iron but made out of ice can bind a pylidaigh and render it immobile, but this smithing technique remains tragically elusive to the average joe.

This ghost is either cast as a wildly dangerous but tragic figure, or one that is more simply malicious. In either case, it is described as experiencing nothing but bitter cold. It shivers endlessly. It retains distant memories of what it was to be alive, and it is motivated by a futile desperation to experience the feeling of warmth again.

In more sympathetic framings, it is described as using its freaky gibbon arms to capture its victims and pull them into an embrace, rather innocently trying to warm itself against their body. This inevitably fails, and the embrace becomes a bone crushing squeeze. When that too fails to warm the ghost, it rips out the person's throat and drinks their blood until the victim is as cold and drained as the pylidaigh itself.

In other cases, this more pitiable narrative of a ghost seeking warmth with no comprehension of its actions is discarded in favor of making it purely monstrous. Here it is a type of vampire with an insatiable thirst, practically a physical manifestation of the worst of winter itself. Some tales acknowledge both variants, suggesting a pylidaigh's violent attempts to warm itself may be initially devoid of malice, but turns into an act of furious jealousy of the warmth of the living after years of suffering.

The only (more or less) surefire method to permanently kill a roaming pylidaigh involves trapping it with fire. They are attracted to any source of heat, and will attempt to warm themselves with the flames (if not tempted away by a juicy living human body). The fire itself cannot kill them (as the sheer cold of their body is more powerful even than flame) but they can be trapped if kept near the fire long enough for the snow it depends upon to melt. This does not kill the pylidaigh either. The monster will remain in stuck in place (and potentially become a threat again if it snows more) for the duration of the winter. Only when the spring comes and all the snow melts does it revert into a normal human carcass (though mysteriously invulnerable to decay), at which point it can be cremated.

Pylidaigh in the wilds also revert to a human corpse during the snowless seasons, but will roam again each following winter unless it is burnt in the interim. It is of critical importance that any human corpse found in high mountain pasture is cremated- not only out of respect for the poor soul trapped as an earthbound ghost, but to prevent the threat of the possible dormant pylidaigh emerging next winter.

[hi-there-buddies]

“The cell saga is bad because the z fighters were idiots the entire time”

that’s the POINT

THE CELL SAGA IS ABOUT ARROGANCE

EVERYONE IS BEING STUPID BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN

THEY THINK THEYRE AHEAD OF THE CURVE

BUT THEY AREN’T

THIS IS LITERALLY SHOWCASED MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT THE SAGA

IT STARTS WITH TRUNKS AND BUILDS FROM THERE

GOHAN LITERALLY LETS CELL LIVE BECAUSE OF HIS ARROGANCE

THE ONLY REASON CELL IS DEFEATED IS BECAUSE GOKU, GOHAN, AND VEGETA ALL LET GO OF THEIR ARROGANCE AND PRIDE AND FIGHT TOGETHER

GOKU STEPS IN TO HELP GOHAN, WHICH HE DIDNT DO BEFORE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT GOHAN COULD DO IT HIMSELF

VEGETA HELPS GOHAN AND LANDS THE PENULTIMATE BLOW ON CELL, DESPITE WANTING TO BE THE ONE TO END CELL HIMSELF

GOHAN FINALLY FINISHES HIM LIKE HE REFUSED TO DO BEFORE

THEY ALL LET GO OF THEIR ARROGANCE AND FINISH THE JOB

THATS THE THEMATIC POINT OF THE SAGA

RAHHHHHHH🦅🦅

[bannock-freak]

so honest question, those AI bros who do the 'prompt to image' thing - do they get the meditative 'throwing my whole mind into it' mindful zen out of it? the feeling of challenge and growth and even getting your feelings out of you along with the images in your head?

cus i feel like that just wouldnt do it for me ykno? throwing some words into a generator wouldnt be enough for me, but with how possessive some of them seem to be of 'their' 'work' ...

[dennisboobs]

:) i certainly have no issue dressing in drag :)

^guy who has no issue dressing in drag btw

glenn said that dennis' drag name is victoria von hemen btw

(Source)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Get Souped!

[fatedroses]

The Gunbreaker, The Spellknight... and the Berserker?

[radiantmists]

so murderbot assumes that three offered its armor because it doesn't understand that the armor can belong to it and thinks mb taking the armor is just good resource allocation.

but if it assumes it doesnt have control over the armor, it would probably let whoever it sees as in charge (maybe ART?) handle it, or at least make the suggestion directly to that person. even newly freed in NE, it's willing to give its security advice (on hostage situations being undesirable) even if it doesn't expect to be taken seriously. it doesn't make sense to me that it would have so much trouble expressing the offer if it were just a security suggestion.

and then i think about how murderbot says later in the book that even if three felt fondly toward its fellow SecUnits, the govmod would prevent it from expressing that care or knowing it was returned.

so-- imagine you're three, and you havent yet internalized that you can just say "i care about you and dont want you to get hurt" to another SecUnit; but you can make sure that it has every resource it might need; you could probably do that even before the govmod was hacked.

you can't explain why, but you can hope that the gesture is explanation enough, and you can look for similar caretaking gestures in return; things like being given code and advice to do your job better, and being reassured when you express that you're finding said job difficult.

i think *murderbot* isn't aware of this language of care, because it hasnt had much opportunity to bond with other constructs. but three probably is, and probably knows how to read between the lines and guess that murderbot is starting to care about it, too.

[feinv]

hi i just wanted to say you’re incredibly talented !!and you’ve been feeding me so well these past days with those drabbles 🫶🏻🫶🏻 but i also want to request hc for constantine kinks because this man is gonna be the death of me 😔‼️

giggling twirling my hair ur so sweet ily <3

tw. dacryphilia. somnophilia. blood kink. period sex. overstimulation/edging. corruption.

corruption/dacryphilia.

constantine’s love towards you comes with corruption. anything he does has to have at least an ounce of corruptive motives behind. he thrills seeing your pretty eyes well up with tears and your voice getting all shaky. it just throws him into this void of pure ecstasy.

he would purposely tell you eerie stories of supernatural entities, even making some ghostly creatures (which couldn’t really do any harm) to scare you, so you would run right into his arms, your whole body shivering with tears streaming down your face. he would comfort you, saying words like “see? you need me to protect you,” which is, indeed, true, except from his point of view, what you need is to be completely and utterly reliant on him.

overstimulation/edging.

for the same purpose of seeing your eyes water, he would overstimulate you repeatedly, his movements never actually slowing down because he doesn’t plan on being done with you when you reach your high. he would ignore your pleas of telling him how you are feeling too sensitive, pleasuring you over and over again until you are crying and whining with the tears blurring your vision.

on the other nights, however, he would do the exact opposite. he would spend hours working you up, getting you right to that point when you are about to see stars and float in pure bliss, just to withdraw from your body completely. you would beg him to just let you come, not caring how pathetic you look or sound, and he would totaly relish in it. “please john. i need you. please please please,” you would wail, without even suspecting how good it rubs on his ego, knowing he corrupted you like that as well.

blood kink.

john may seem mean and cold most of the time, but be assured he would never indulge in anything that will actually physically hurt you. he wouldn’t be too much into knife kink or going as far as drawing blood from you, but you know what he would be into? period sex.

personally, i don’t think he would eat you out during your cycle, but his fucked up mind would absolutely adore seeing his dick disappear into your folds and coming out all covered in red liquid.

of course this wouldn’t only be about him wanting to just make you feel good. he is an asshole, he has to make it about himself too. he would get off on knowing and seeing how flustered and a bit insecure you get all exposed in front of him during your menstrual cycle. something that is so personal and private. you have always isolated yourself from others to just have that alone time, and having no barriers to shield yourself from john would mess with your head, making you a nervous and oversensitive wreck, which is precisely what john enjoyed.

somnophilia.

as mentioned before, john just thrives on the thought of corrupting you, and that also involves your sleepy figure all defenseless and vulnerable to him. but again, as much of a degenerate he is, he would never do anything without your consent. so if you tell him to fuck off, he would respect it (with a scoff obviously cuz he is dramatic) and never pry further. but if you are also into that, be prepared to wake up to surprises quite frequently.

[starsfic]

"Your Imperial Majesties, I have a request."

The words sent chills down the emperor's spine.

Lingli, his sweet bell, had never been shy in asking what she wanted, either from him or from Zuigetsu, especially when she learned he was her brother. Now, his twelve-year-old stood, a stoic look on her usually cheerful face.

He wondered what she wanted. It couldn't be anything bad, right?

"Yes?" Gyokuyou said, setting her tea cup down to give their daughter her full attention. If she was nervous as he was, she failed to show it. It helped steady his nerves. "What is it?"

Lingli took a breath.

"I...I would like to learn apothecary from Fūju Maomao."

...oh.

"Yes, of course," his empress said without letting him answer. "I wished Maomao would begin to teach you medicine when you were a toddler, but Hongniang was concerned that Maomao's interest in poison would be translated wrong." She reached for a scroll, probably to write a note to Maomao. "Is Maomao aware that you asked?"

Lingli nodded and Gyokuyou paused. "I asked her to train me on developing an immunity, but she asked that I ask you first. She was worried that you would hear about me in the hospital and be concerned."

That was a fair point. "Does she need any supplies to help you?" he asked, reaching for a scroll of his own. Maomao was fairly good at requesting anything she needed if she couldn't find a way to get it herself. The moment she and Zuigetsu had gotten married, she had delighted in her increased access to rare ingredients. He handed Lingli the scroll. "If she needs anything for your immunity training, have her write it down."

Lingli took it and then beamed. "Thank you so much!" she said, happily hopping up and down. "She was so excited when I asked, especially considering her con-" She paused, face going red. "I'm just going to go!" And with that, she was gone, leaving them in the room.

Wait...

"I see," Gyoukuyou said, a smile spreading across her face. He could practically hear her planning the party. "Jinshi must have been over the moon when he heard."

"Will you surprise her?"

"No, no, she'll tell eventually on her own. I do have to plan gifts, however," His empress stood, smiling. "She'll be rather cranky at being denied poisons."

Oh gods help them all.

[thepenultimateword]

Types of Confessions : Public Confession

CW: Murder

“I love you!”

For a moment, the entire street seemed to go quiet. Cameras whirred from behind blockades. Nervous feet scraped the asphalt as police shifted, attention briefly moving from Supervillain to the battered hero who had just thrust their way into the line of fire.

Supervillain could only stare, the edge of their knife pressed to the Director’s throat. Just a smidge more pressure, and he’d bleed like the pig he was.

But there was Hero, breathing hard, hair sweaty and ragged in their face, costume in tatters. Supervillain had sent several of the syndicate to hold onto them until this business was over, but apparently they didn’t compare to a legal power user when they really wanted something.

“Don’t do it,” Hero said, stumbling forward another step. They were bleeding through one leg of their leggings. “You do it, and every officer here shoots you down. Or they catch you and dissect your brain until they figure out what went wrong. Why you can still hurt people.”

Supervillain raised their brow. “And if I do stop? What? Mr. Director here forgets I ever threatened him?”

Hero took another step. “I made a deal. I-if you stop. We can leave. Together. They won’t stop you. You don’t have to be trapped in this city anymore. You don’t have hide.”

Supervillain could feel the director’s shoulders relax a little. He was confident that Supervillain would take this out. Exchange all his bitterness for a happy ending.

“This is my magnum opus,” Supervillain said. What I’ve built my career on. You want me to give it up?”

“I love you!”

“Why should that matter?”

Hero choked.

The director stiffened.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you. This is about us. And everyone this city exploits. And crushes. And pushes under the rug. This place is supposed to be some sort of powered utopia but it’s a scheme. And I like it better when I’m the one behind the curtain.”

“Please. Please I don’t want to lose you.”

Supervillain’s heart pounded. Hero’s words only now just soaking in. They didn’t make a difference. But they felt warm in their chest. Hopeful. Grateful. Regretful.

They might never get the chance to actually kiss them. To hold them. To go on a date with them. To tell—

They could do that part. They’d intended to never say it, but well…

“I love you too.”

“Supervillain…” Hero sounded pleading. They knew it wasn’t the sort of ‘I love you’ that expected longevity.

“We could always do both.”

“Supervillain, no wait— I don’t even know if I— This isn’t how—”

They gazed directly into Hero’s eyes. “Save me, my hero.”

Then they slit the director’s throat.

[inniave]

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[starrylevi]

Cute and silly drabble about Levi trying to convince you to quit your job and let him take care of you ♥️

“You’re not happy.” He states as he picks up his cup of tea by its circular top.

You chew on your bottom lip for a moment. “I know.” You reply softly.

“So quit.” He shrugs as he brings the cup to his lips.

You roll your eyes. “I can’t just quit, Levi.”

“Sure you can. I’ll even write the resignation letter for you.” He smirks before taking a sip of tea, his eyes meets yours as he drinks.

You chuckle at that. “I wish…”

“It doesn’t have to be a wish, Y/N…”

“I don’t have another job lined up.” You remind him.

“So?” He places his cup back down on the table.

You look at him incredulously. “What do you mean, ‘so?’ How am I supposed to make money, Levi?”

“I would give it to you.” He states simply, as if the answer was obvious.

Your eyes narrow at him. “And what would you get in return, Mr. Ackerman?”

He shrugs. “Nothing I don’t get already. This isn’t an arrangement-“

“So I wouldn’t be your sugar baby?” You ask jokingly.

Levi looks disgusted. “Absolutely not.”

You pretend pout. “You don’t want me to be your sugar baby?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.” You giggle.

“I’m serious. If you need to quit-“

“Levi, I couldn’t possibly do that. What if we break up?” You ask, your mind jumping to the worse possible conclusion. “What if we break up, then I would be without a partner and without a job.”

“Why would you assume we would break up?”

“I’m just thinking of possible scenarios!”

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a breath. “Look, I know it would be a big deal. I’m not saying it isn’t. I’m just stating the option is there.”

“I don’t know, Levi…”

“I know it’s scary, you would have to rely on me-“

You cut him off again, trying to explain yourself. “It’s not that I don’t trust you-“

“I know. I know, Y/N.” He says with a chuckle. “I know how your brain works. Just think about it.” He shrugs.

You pause, digesting his words. “Would I get an allowance?”

This makes Levi chuckle again. “Would you want one?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, man, you tell me.”

Levi playfully rolls his eyes. “C’mere.” He gestures for you to sit on his lap. You follow his command, now you’re snug against him. “Whatever you want, you’ll get.”

You nod.

“I love you, and I just want you to be happy.” He murmurs against your skin.

“I know, I appreciate you. I love you too.” You think about how lucky you are to have someone like Levi. “I don’t deserve you.” You mumble.

“Tch, don’t say that. I’d argue it’s the other way around.

“Absolutely not.”

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.” He places a small trail of kisses on your skin.

“I guess so.” You giggle.

Maybe you would take him up on the offer.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

ford: would you be interested in a dd&md campaign where nothing bad happens whatsoever

stan: what’s the fun in that?

ford: the escape from our chronic depression

stan: …can i raid a dragon’s hoard or somethin

ford: you can. you can even mock the dragon so hard it dies

stan: holy shit yeah i’m in

[rainintheevening]

James wakes first, before their alarm. He lies for a few minutes in the softness of his own bed, listening to Lily breathe, and relishing her nearby warmth.

It was good to be back out in the thick of things last week, but he's glad to be home safe, glad to be back with his wife and son, all of them safe and in one piece.

Harry.

Lily is still sleeping heavily, barely stirring when he leans over to kiss her, so he slips away, pads across the hall to Harry's little room.

"Harry," he calls softly, as he pushes open the door. "Harry-kins. How's Daddy's boy this morning?"

He stops dead when he bends over an empty crib, breath lodging in his throat, and he spins away, scanning the room, up and down.

Harry is nowhere to be seen.

He flits through the upstairs rooms, finding nothing, hurtles down the stairs to turn in atthe living room, and comes to a screeching halt.

Bathed in the glow of a small lamp, he sees his baby son, splayed out on his stomach fast asleep, across the gently rising and falling chest of one filthy, blood-stained, and clearly knackered Sirius Black.

James sags back against the door frame, relief quickly followed by a wave of aching affection.

Ah, Sirius.

There is a wide scrape down one side of his face, a cut dried dark red showing through a tear in one sleeve. But his hands cupped over Harry's little back are gentle, and he too sleeps deeply. He's gotten terribly thin of late, and his hair looks like he cut it himself, uneven and too short.

Mum would be so worried if she saw him now, James thinks. But part of him was glad Mia and Monty Potter hadn't lived to see the horrors of war.

The adrenaline fades, and James stifles a yawn as he crosses the room to gather up a quilt from Lily's chair. As he drapes it over his best mate and son, Sirius blinks awake.

"It's alright, Mister Cat Burglar," James murmurs, smoothing one hand over the warm, soft curve of Harry's little head. "You two should sleep." Without thinking he strokes Sirius's ragged black hair, finds it still damp. "I'll go start some breakfast."

He does not draw attention to the tears that start in Sirius's eyes at his touch, simply bends lower to kiss Harry's baby soft hair, and then Sirius's blood-speckled, sweat-crusted forehead.

"Lilly might mind how much dirt you get on the couch, but I don't."

Sirius watches his best mate disappear into the kitchen through a haze, and when he shuts his eyes, he feels the warm drops run down his cheeks.

I love him, he thinks, more than any man loved another. "But I love you too, Harry," he whispers through the lump in his throat. "He's just been there for me for such a long time. That's all. You, and your mum and dad... You're my family. You're the only reason it's worth keeping on fighting."

Harry sleeps on with the quick breaths of a baby, warm and heavy, heavy enough to hold the life in Sirius's heart.

Sirius hears James singing slightly off-key in a deep morning voice, "Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo..." as he dozes off again.

He is safe here.

[beanghostprincess]

Canon and logic be dammed.

I just like the idea of Uta hearing Buggy making his own town (just as the Cross Guild was forming) and as soon she finished her tour, she headed straight to Karai Bari to spend some quality time with Momma Buggy.

Like picture if you will, Buuge's getting the usual treatment in a Cross Guild 'meeting', and a shy knock comes in. A lowly follow tasked to say that there's a visitor requesting the Chairman.

'Who?' A certain lizard and bird ask, 'a by the name of Miss Uta.'

And suddenly Buggy just pops up from the floor, miraculously healed, a sparkly (dare I say, flashy) look in his eyes, "Uta?? Red and white hair? Bunny loops, prettiest purple eyes???"

As soon as the subordinate nodded, Buggy was out the door! Practically flying to the docks.

Crocodile and Mihawk got up and followed the path (grumbling all the way, cuz who the hell is this? Taking away their clowns' attention and making him this damn happy??) Cut to see Buggy swinging the young lady around, elated to have her in his arms. All the while she hugging the stuffing out of the clown and giving him cheek kisses.

'Just who in the hell is this? And who does this little-'

"Momma!" The girl shouted with joy. "I missed you so much!!"

...... huh???

"I missed you too, sweetie!" Buggy grinned ear to ear as he nuzzled his nose atop Uta's head. And he just started to babble about all the things a mother would say

'What are you doing here?/ Have you been eating well?/ look at you! So flashy and cute! Was the trip over here okay? No troubles?' etc.

All of which just turned to white noise to Crocodile and Mihawk as they watched from the sides, both clearly surprised.

And then they picked up the talk from the people around them;

'Is that the famous Uta? Why is she here?'

'Wasn't she supposed to be on a concert tour?'

'Did the captain called her Bunny?'

'Forget that, did she just called Mister Buggy, Mommy??'

I just want Crocodile and Mihawk just shocked to hear that Buggy had a child and find it funny that she's more successful and competent than her 'mother's.

And maybe a bit jealous that Buggy spends 100% of his attention to her all day (the entire trip even).

THIS IS SO CUTE I'M SOBBING-- Uta and Buggy are so so so so sweet together. They make me go insane.

Nobody has ever seen Buggy so... Happy... And optimistic.... And genuinely caring and loving somebody this much. Like it's surprising how much Buggy changes around Uta. That's his little girl!!! Seriously. Buggy calls her his little girl, his little Bunny or whatever and she's all like "I'm older now!!! Stop saying that!!!" and he just hears a sweet little voice because that's still his little girl no matter what.

I want her to stay with them for a while and she is of course so polite and sweet to Crocodile and Mihawk because she is a star and knows how to handle social situations. But damn, she is scary when she sort of threatens them to never hurt her mom ever again. They won't listen to her but at least they won't do anything while she's here because... There's nothing scarier than a teenage idol.

They have girl nights together with Alvida, too!!! And nobody is ever allowed to mention Shanks because if they do, Uta ends up getting incredibly mad or having a breakdown and nobody needs a mentally unstable teenage girl with daddy issues to be angry. Buggy manages to calm her down every time, somehow, it's incredible.

Buggy does her hair and she sings for all of them! They make this huge party to celebrate she is here and I just know a lot of them are her fans, so she would have such a great time too!!! Buuut at the end of the day it's always just Buggy and her and Uta singing lullabies for both of them only under a starry night. I am. So not normal about them. I am not okay.

I don't want to make this about Shanks but they have to have a conversation like:

Buggy: Do you miss him? Uta: No! How could I??!?! I hate him. Buggy: You know, it is okay to miss you father- Uta: He's not-- Not anymore. Buggy: Whatever you say, kid. Uta: Besides, I like you better. Buggy: Pffft. Of course you do! Thought I-- Thought I was your mom, though? Uta: You can be both. As far as I know, both titles are free if you want them. Buggy: As if somebody other than me could match your flashiness, Bunny.

But!!!!! Crocodile and Mihawk??? Jealous of Uta???? Because Buggy spends all of the time with her??? That is amazing. And I also like to think Buggy becomes more competent and bossy when he's with Uta because if there's something scarier than a teenage idol is her parent. And Buggy would do anything for her. So he's extremely protective and also even a better leader now that he has to take care of her. While Mihawk and Crocodile are all like "????? Why the fuck did he not act like this before" and also "Why the fuck has he not talked to us all week ???". Because as long as Uta is near, Buggy doesn't fear them and he doesn't need to talk to them every day. And that bothers them soooooo much.

It'd be funny to see Uta getting along with Mihawk and Crocodile in the end. You all know (because I've talked about it) I just love Uta actually joining them and being the diva of the group. She's extremely protected and loved there!! Also please, add Perona there too because they're,,, Girlfriends,,, And they should meet,,, And be Cross Guild's princesses together,,,