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[foursaints]

Stop replying to my posts plsss 😭 I swear bc I’m nice to people doesn’t mean we’re friends my lord

okay the context behind this is: i get this anon in my inbox pretending to be iva soreddieforit whenever we publicly interact

nonnie, idk why you think me & iva don't talk?? and that i wouldn't know this obviously isn't her?? this has been going on for months now and it's genuinely stalker behavior. scary.

[tiffanylamps]

i may have said this before, but i want all my mutuals to know that in my mind you have an english accent, even if i know you're from a different country. i'm sorry.

[deadboyswalking]

Right after Zoro and Sanji get engaged, only hours from the proposal, they have an interesting late-night conversation.

"Gonna have to be a long engagement, Curly."

"And why's that?" Sanji asks sleepily from his comfortable position lying on Zoro's chest, "Having second thoughts already?"

"No!" Zoro replies, a bit too sharply before softening, "It'll just be a while until we can get back to the East Blue."

Sanji is silent for a long moment.

"Do you still have... family there?" he asks.

"No, but you do," Zoro says quietly, "You'd be sad if your old man weren't there."

Oh. Sanji hasn't even had a chance to think about Zeff yet, but Zoro has. Though Sanji was the one to propose, Zoro has clearly been thinking about this for a while. Zoro knows how important Zeff is to Sanji, how much Sanji loves The Baratie and the chefs there, and he's already planning for them to go back home for their wedding.

It's so different from Whole Cake Island, an unfamiliar and extravagant place where Sanji had been surrounded by detested blood relations, enemies, and strangers while he awaited political marriage to a sweet girl he barely knew. But Zoro knows Sanji and knows what he really wants, even if Sanji would never make a fuss and bring it up himself.

Sanji has never felt this loved.

"Yeah, the geezer would probably kill me if I got married and didn't invite him," Sanji finally says, his voice thick with emotion, "And The Baratie is the only place I'd trust to make my wedding feast."

"We could invite my sensei," Zoro adds, "And Johnny and Yosaku, if those two idiots haven't gotten themselves killed. I think they settled down in Nami's village."

"What about Mihawk?" Sanji asks.

"If I haven't defeated him yet, sure," Zoro grumbles, "He likes fancy restaurants and he'd probably get along with my sensei. Perona too since she'd haunt me forever if I left her out. What about Ivankov?"

Sanji grimaces, mostly for show.

"I'll invite Iva, but I don't think he'll show up. He's way too busy with his kingdom and the Revolutionary Army to go all the way to the East Blue just for our wedding."

Zoro hums in thought.

"I think you're wrong about that. Who else?"

Needless to say, by the time they finally fall asleep their tentative guest list has over 500 names on it. Even if Zoro and Sanji aren't quite as sociable as their captain (who they'll definitely have to restrain from inviting everyone he's ever met to their wedding), all of the Straw Hat Pirates have made many friends on their journey and will make more by the time they get back to the East Blue.

Sanji's last thought before drifting off in the arms of the man he loves is wondering how much advance notice he should give Zeff before his beloved restaurant is swarmed by all of the friends that the lonely little boy he saved grew up to have.

[kynrki]

#TEASER! — MAYBE LOVING YOU WAS A GOOD IDEA!!

!PAIRING: popular!jake sim x non-popular!fem!reader

!SUMMARY: jake’s hallway crush, yln yn, seems be having a tough time handling her emotions. luckily for her, theres someone who’s always willing to help!

!GENRE: sunshine x grumpy, popular x non popular, extrovert and introvert dynamics, reader who feels they cant be loved vs. jake who loves her unconditionally, opposites attract, you get the idea.

!WARNINGS: on fic

!FEATURING: on fic

!WC : 378 — aiming for 8-10k on actual fic

!KIMMY SAYS: hi this is so late and will be a rollercoaster coaster pls bear with me🙏 header creds to my love mar!! @byuqi ❤️

“you just dont get it do you jake!” you yelled frustratedly at him. “well cant you see that im trying to understand it? just be happy yn its not that hard” jake said bringing his hands up to rub his face. “just be happy? just be happy? jake you don’t understand half the shit i have to go through everyday! dont fucking tell me shit when i see you being all happy and smiling all the fucking time. im not well, dont you get that?” you said frustratedly as you felt something wet go down your cheek. you wiped the tear away harshly before crossing your arms.

“maybe i shouldn’t have given you a chance” you said softly after a while. jake’s head shot up as his eyes widened up in panic. “you- you dont mean that yn” jake said pleadingly. you sighed. “it’s not me, it’s you” you said looking at him. “bullshit yn! im trying really hard here, please don’t do this” jake begged, with tears forming in his eyes. “i can’t be loved. i tried so hard with you, i did but look at us.” you said looking at him. “i love you. stop it now please. im trying too, but we need to try harder. cant you see youre so lovable.” jake said taking your hands into his.

you harshly ripped your hands away from his. “jake i- i cant” you said shaking your head. “so thats it? after everything we, the two of us, have been through, you’re just gonna give up?” jake said softly. his eyes held a reflectance of hope. “it’s easier to give up than be hurt over and over again jake.” you replied after a moment of silence. “so i guess this is goodbye then.” jake said with a single tear rolling down his cheek. oh how you wanted to go up to him and embrace him in the tightest hug ever, but you couldn’t. couldn’t risk getting hurt again.

you watched as jake left your apartment. the once happy filled house was now left with sorrow and despair. you let out a choked sob as you tightly clenched your shirt. and for the rest of the day you spent crying, only this time, it was actually your fault.

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[mjrtaurus]

I'm confused, is he trans or no? Because you say he had Luffy but also refer to him as male in the childhood posts. I'm sorry if i seem disrespectful, i'm still learning about trans stuff.

No problem! It's good to learn!

So the whole Sir Crocodile is Trans thing isn't canon, but it's a very common theory with quite a bit if evidence to back it up. The Crocomom/Crocodad Theory typically goes hand in hand with the Trans Crocodile theory, too. It also isn't canon.

So, officially, as far as we know, canon Crocodile is a cisgender man- meaning he identifies with the gender he was assigned at birth- until further notice.

I headcanon Crocodile as a trans man and as the one who gave birth to Luffy. It's safe to assume that whenever I am talking about Crocodile in a post, he is trans and Luffy's parent.

Now as for referring to him as male in his childhood, I headcanon that he knew he was a boy by the time he was four, which is not outside the realm of possibility in the real world. Kids have a sense of identity all their own, and not all identify as the gender they were assigned at birth. What they do with that information is between them and their parents/guardians. A trans child is not put on HRT- hormone replacement therapy. A trans child is not given sex reassignment surgery. A trans child- if they are fortunate enough to recieve any treatment at all- is put on puberty blockers. This has no detrimental longterm effects, and allows the child to feel at least a bit more comfortable in their body until they are old enough to actually recieve HRT. Again IF they are fortunate enough.

As for the pregnancy. Trans men can get pregnant. They can get pregnant even when undergoing HRT. The only time a trans man 100% can't get pregnant is if they were infertile to begin with, have been totally abstinent, or have had a hysterectomy.

Crocodile was out as a trans man by the time he got pregnant, but he still had a functioning uterus and ovaries. Typically the chances for pregnancy during HRT are pretty low, but they aren't impossible. And typically HRT is put on hold if the recipient is pregnant. Crocodile did not know he was, due to Luffy being a cryptic pregnancy. Iva not following medical protocol to test for pregnancy beforehand is a testament to the broken system in One Piece that mirrors our own in the real world. Trans folks often can't get the help they need safely and legally due to a lot of fearmongering against them from people in power who want to demonize them simply for being "different". Iva is not a medically licensed doctor, therefore protocol isn't exactly a thing to stand on. However, if they knew Crocodile was pregnant, they would not have gone through with the HRT until further notice.

But back to one of the original talking points, being pregnant doesn't mean a trans man is no longer a man. Pregnancy does not effect the identity of a trans man. There are trans men out there right now, many even on this site, who have given birth and still are men.

It can all seem a little confusing when you're still learning, so be gentle with yourself. And most of all, thank you so much for being willing to learn.

I would also like to be clear that I am not trans myself, so if anyone reading this is, and I have failed to relay certain information in a respectful way, or have left some crucial information out entirely, please correct me on that in a reblog, an ask, or a reply. I am still learning, too, and I want to treat this topic with the respect it's due.

[certainty2witch]

Heya there, Could you please share your crocodile and luffy headcanons +pregnant croc please?👀👀👀🙏🙏

Thank you Thank you!!!😭😭💞💕💕

Sorry for the late reply! But here i am!

Since you didn’t mentioned if you want to know that about my au or the canonverse, I’ll talk about my Revolutionary Crocodile au only, since in the canonverse Croc left newborn Luffy into Dragon’s arms (literally), and all the context, during the pregnancy and after, is pretty sad I prefer to tell just my au.

But if you are curious about the canonverse anyway, just ask for it! And I’ll share it in another post.

Let’s start!

I’ve shared time ago this Croc and Luffy hcs in this post, that also has a draw 😊 so just click it and read what i said there!

I just wanna add:

- When Luffy said that he wanted to become a pirate to his daddies, Crocodile put his hand on his shoulder and said him: “Go and make me proud”.

- (connect to the one above) Crocodile totally supports his son goal, and hopes he will become king of pirates, realising for Crocodile the dream he had to put aside.

~~~

Now about the pregnancy 👀

(A bit of context and then the hcs)

Crocodile had so many doubts about his situation, he surely didn’t think he could have a baby (well Iva mentioned to pay attention to that, but since never happened before Luffy, he thought was not a possibility!)

He decided in the end to call Dragon for telling him about his condition.

He was so afraid Dragon would told him that he didn’t want the baby and to be left by him. But Dragon was so happy! He loves Crocodile so much, he was busy with his duties and wasn’t present (he literally never called him, stupid Dragon) until the day they met.

The draw I’ve made for Croc confession and Luffy’s birth:

After that day, Crocodile and Dragon announced to the other Revolutionaries about the pregnancy and Iva was the most excited of all, they self proclaimed “the baby’s auntie”.

Dragon proposed to Crocodile and asked him to be a revolutionary. Croc was never convinced about that, he loved being a pirate but it was better for the baby if he would have stayed with them.

So they got married (by Kuma) when Crocodile was still pregnant.

Now the hcs!!

- As every pregnant person, Crocodile craved the worst things ever. He already loves Crocodile’s meat, but he asked to combine it with strawberry jam and whipped cream one time.

- Luffy wasn’t a easy pregnancy at all, that kid was always hyperactive.

- Dragon used to caress Croc’s belly while saying him sweet word to him and their baby. Croc loved it a lot, and one time he even cried. But he said that was because something got in his eye.

- Crocodile soon as he understood that he was pregnant, he stopped smoking. He struggled a lot for that, he needed to smoke, but he cared for his baby’s safety the most.

- Iva checked weekly Crocodile and Luffy’s conditions, and they also discovered with their powers the baby’s gender (hc i have about their powers).

- Crocodile’s body wasn’t made of sand, because his baby couldn’t survive in a body made of pure element. But he could use his powers anyway, but without transforming.

- While alone, Croc loved to put his hand on his belly and listen to his son’s movements. It was a moment just between them. He even talked to Luffy. He was so excited to met him.

- Since Luffy’s birth was getting hard, Kuma after seeing Crocodile suffering so much, he taken away his pain using his powers.

For now I’m done! Thanks for the ask 💕 and sorry again for being so late.

Hope it was enough satisfying as an answer haha

Anyway thanks for the ask, I’m always open to answer to anybody, so feel free to send me what you want.

Even art suggestions, if i like the idea, I’ll draw it.

[bestiarium]

The Aku-Aku [Rapa Nui mythology; Polynesian mythology]

In the mythology of the native Polynesian people of Easter Island, the Aku-Aku are a group of supernatural spirits. They resemble skeletal humanoid creatures but have the ability to disguise themselves as humans.

These beings were the guardians of the land and were fiercely territorial and dangerous. The idea that some parts of land belong to a specific Aku-Aku is still alive today in some parts of Rapa Nui. These were dangerous spirits and more than one islander had been devoured by a hungry Aku-Aku. However, they could be defeated and even killed by mortal warriors. But despite the danger they posed, these beings were not inherently malicious and benevolent Aku-Aku existed as well. For example, if one of these spirits took a liking to you, you might find that all of your chores had magically been done overnight.

Iva-Atua, a term for a shaman-like class of people, were believed to be capable of communication with these spirits.

At least some of the Aku-Aku spirits are believed to have been humans in life who died and became supernatural undead creatures, but as far as I can tell, this doesn’t apply to all of the Aku-Aku. The first of these beings were said to have arrived on Rapa Nui with Hotu Matu’a, the legendary first king of the island, who supposedly came from a landmass to the northwest of the island (which has long since sunk into the ocean). It is a native tradition to mention the names of Aku-Aku before eating a meal, and if you have guests, it is considered good manners to mention their Aku-Aku (the spirits of the region they came from) as well.

There is a story about two Aku-Aku named Hitirau and Nuko te Mangó, who were carelessly sleeping without their human disguise. By pure coincidence, Tu’ukoiho, son of the legendary king Hotu Matu’a, found the two spirits while he was taking a stroll.

(As a small note: Hotu Matu’a and his son were Ariki, a term for a noble ruling class that roughly translates to ‘nobility’ or ‘royalty’. I used the term ‘king’.)

He found it a truly remarkable sight, as these people were sleeping but they did not have any intestines or flesh on their bodies. Clearly these were supernatural beings! Tu’ukoiho decided to leave without disturbing them, and then a third Aku-Aku spirit showed up and awoke the sleeping spirits. ‘Wake up!’ he yelled, ‘for you were not wearing a disguise and now the mortal Ariki has seen your true, miserable bodies!’

Hitirau and Nuko te Mangó were distraught at this news. They quickly got up and, after donning human flesh and blood like mortal people wear clothes, hatched a plan to get out of their situation. The two spirits, now unrecognizable as anything but two normal humans, deduced which way the prince must have gone. They took a shortcut and cut off his path, pretending to be innocent travelers.

‘Well met, oh noble Ariki!’ said one of the spirits. ‘The same good tidings to you, and to your companion over there’, the prince replied politely. ‘Tell us, noble Ariki,’ asked the spirit, ‘have you seen any strange things on your travels today?’ But the prince denied this. ‘Me? I haven’t seen anything weird or unordinary today.’

The spirits said their goodbyes and both parties continued on their path. But they were not fully satisfied and resolved to try again. This time, the prince met a group of four normal human travelers (again, these were magical Aku-Aku in human disguises) and again he was asked about the strange things that he saw on his path that morning. But like the first time, he denied having seen anything particularly weird. The spirits tried a third time, now disguised as a party of ten travelers, but the results were the same.

Tu’ukoiho arrived at his house in Hangapoukura. When night fell, a huge mob of Aku-Aku spirits stealthily approached the building and listened closely for any conversation, but the prince didn’t say a word about the two skeletal spirits he saw that morning. Now finally satisfied that the Ariki had not seen them asleep, and that the whole thing must have been a misunderstanding, the spirits left.

But the Ariki had seen them, and gathered wood and rope. With great skill and patience, the mortal noble fashioned small puppets in the likeness of the skeletal spirits he had seen, and made them into marionettes using the rope. These were the first kavakava moai, a common type of statuette or puppet from Rapa Nui.

Sources: Sebastian Englert and Te Pou Huke, 2001, Legends of Easter Island, Anthropological Museum of Easter Island, 291 pp., p.103-107, p.288. Dreckmann, C. Z., 2011, Familia, propiedad y herencia en Rapa Nui, Anales de la Universidad de Chile, No. 2, pp. 165-185. Williamson, R. W., 1937, Religion and Social Organization in Central Polynesia, California University Press, 340 pp., p. 33-35. (image source 1: Ricardo Candiani) (image 2: a now famous statue of an Aku-Aku in the British Museum)

[rorywritesjunk]

(post top surgery crocodile needed to happen. sunny actually gets to boss him around this time. it's still pride month and i'm thinking about him and then remembering healing from my own surgery and woo boy, no matter if you wear deodorant or not, your pits stink. also, yes the fic this comes out of has sunny miserable a lot of the time, but being sunny she tried to not be miserable and do what she could to be happy, so this is what she wanted to do which was take care of someone)

"No."

"You can say no but I have to do it."

"I do not like it." Crocodile grumbled as he unwillingly removed his shirt as Sunny opened the container of salve she had been given. Iva had instructed her that the salve needed to be applied once a day to ensure the incisions healed properly. Crocodile put up a fuss every single time and while it was a little frustrating, Sunny also thought it was kind of funny.

This towering, brutal, terrifying man who threatened Sunny into a marriage with him was currently sitting on the edge of their bed, grumbling as she looked the incisions over, making him lift his arms as high as he could so she could see how far back they went. She had only seen him shirtless once before their visit to Iva and had seen what he was dealing with. She thought the surgery was the right choice because he seemed less gruff even if he was still healing up.

"I don't care if you don't like it." Sunny replied as she checked the other side. There was a little redness but it didn't look worrisome. "Ugh, lower your arms for a moment. I may need to wipe you down first."

"Excuse me?"

"You stink." Sunny told him. "I don't expect anyone to bathe regularly on a ship, but you're recovering from Iva and you're extra smelly okay, so let me get a cloth and water and I'll give you a quick kitten bath."

"A what?!"

Maybe she should have been a little more cautious with her words, but his reaction was entertaining to her. First she said he smelled and now was going to do what to him? A kitten bath? What did that even mean?

She left to the galley for a bowl and two cloths, returning a few minutes later. He stared at her as she dipped the cloth into the bowl, soaking up the water before wringing it out. She looked at him and gestured for him to raise his left arm.

"I'm just going to scrub your pits, Crocodile. Since you're not moving your arms that much you stink a bit more, okay?"

He clenched his jaw and gave into her order, carefully lifting his arm as high as he could before there was resistance. The muscles were still tight, restricting his movements. Sunny was quick and gentle in her movements, not wanting to cause him more discomfort. Next she did his right arm, making sure to be just as gentle, before grabbing the dry cloth.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked as she made sure he was dry before applying the salve. He shivered when she did that, finding the areas around the scarring was very sensitive. It felt weird when she'd touch him.

Crocodile shrugged and grumbled something under his breath as she wiped her hands clean. He hated the salve. It was tacky, gooey, and while it seemed to do the job he hated that he had to have help applying it. Sunny stepped into being his caretaker during this without hesitation, but he hadn't wanted her to. He didn't want her to see him like this.

She draped the cloth over her shoulder and looked him over. Usually she left him alone after this, sensing he needed time by himself, but this time she decided to try something. There was a moment of hesitation, but she took a step closer to him just as he looked up at her. She smoothed his hair back before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Thank you for um, letting me take care of you." She said, sounding a little unsure of her words. "I'm sure it's the last thing you wanted but I'm glad to do it, okay?"

He nodded and wrapped his arm around her, tugging her closer until she stood between his legs. He rested his head against her chest and she tensed up, confused for a moment, but he just sighed heavily and relaxed against her. Cautiously, she reached up and put her hand on top of his head, letting him rest against her.

"... why did you call a sponge bath a kitten bath, my darling?" He mumbled against her. Sunny blushed and stroked his hair gently.

"I thought it sounded cute." She confessed. "And thought you'd rather have me call it that than a sponge bath, that's all."

He chuckled softly and looked up at her. "You're too sweet, darling."

She shrugged, cheeks pink, and leaned down to kiss him softly. He grinned, sliding his hand up her back, but she reached back and caught him by the wrist.

"Nope, you're not allowed to do anything strenuous, remember?" Sunny scolded him gently. "Not even that. Doctor and wife's orders, got it?"

"You're horrid."

"I know." She giggled, smiling as she kissed him on the forehead. "I'll go make you some lunch, okay? You just rest."

[rustyvanburace]

honestly pretty shitty someone sends character hate unprompted period. if you’re doing an analysis of a character, biased or not, it’s kinda just common etiquette to be like “oh never thought of that” or something. then again it’s twitter aka the site where most of things people get mad at are stupid-

that being said i mentioned it before and i’ll mention it again—your character stuff is wonderful!!! love reading all your analyses tbh. would like to know who your favorite 4a party members are (navarre’s up there predicting it now) just for funsies and a little positivity to balance out the character hate :)

Oh it wasn't over any of my analyses. I had posted a little IVA-related joke on Twitter and got some random guy replying back with "You forgot about the part where Toki is being weird and (some nonsense about Navarre taking up gigabytes, which I take to be a roundabout way of saying he's a loser)." I get this shit all the time on Twitter.

I'm just tired of not being able to talk about anything IVA without getting some hate about the game or cast in my notifs. Tired of always feeling like I have to preface with a "yes I KNOW this game and cast are flawed" disclaimer. Tumblr is fortunately a lot better about this, though I've still gotten some character hate here before.

That aside though, I'm happy to hear you enjoy my analyses! My favorite characters are...gosh, well they'd pretty much be the whole IVA cast lmao. It's really hard for me to not pick all of them cause they add so much colorful personality and chemistry to the game. Aside from obviously Navarre, I am really attached to Asahi, Hallelujah, and Gaston. I also deepdown really like Toki in spite of her flawed character writing. Krishna is also def a fave as far as the villains!

[footytea]

https://www.tumblr.com/footytea/759404511284641792/now-that-ana-and-gavi-are-official-i-wonder-how

Her at is iva_marinkovicc 😭😭 the comment under the video with wearing pink outfit said

(@🧸: How are you feeling now that Gavi commented Ana's post? 😬 You can delete your fake account page about yourself now I think)

She replied

@Iva: Happy for him :) never had another account and you’re really gorgeous ❤️

Girl bye 😭😭😭😭 be serious now I wonder if the posts on xoxo.gossip.girl.here0 will stop now cause it was getting weird.

She’s so weird there’s also 3 accounts on instagram that are dedicated to her and she’s verified yet she only has 2000 followers and isn’t known for anything. I think she also runs _barca.fan.girl on instagram as well as Marinkovic_iva_info, Iva_marinkovic.fanpg she’s very bizzare there’s another account but I don’t think it’s her but someone she knows.

having multiple accounts dedicated to yourself is insane work she needs help 😭

[childotkw]

I LOVE THAT YOUR TALK ABOUT IT IS SO LONG. Also i am cursed because i so very very very badly want to read it but i know you are working on your many many tomarry stories + others. I love all your content oh my gosh. I wish you could write all of them at once 😂 please post when you publish because i want to buy them <3 if you had a blog posting about your original stories i would 100% follow though, PLEASE talk more about them if you want <3

sdkhfas;ldkgalskdjf thank you!!! Sorry it took so long to reply to this one!! I'm always happy to ramble about my originals 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And have a little snippet that I was thinking about the other day!

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Footsteps sounded behind him. It had to be Iva – only she would have the guts to follow him after his showing in the main hall.

“Dacre.”

He ignored her, continuing to root through the cabinets of their shittily cobbled together medical bay. The wound on his shoulder throbbed fiercely in time with every frantic beat of his heart, and the blood was beginning to seep through his hasty bandage. He could smell the metallic tang of it beneath the cloying scent of rubbish that clung to his clothes; could feel how a rivet was already twining its way down the underside of his arm.

“Dacre?”

“Where’s the spray?” he asked, pulling a cabinet door open. The glass bottles clinked nosily as he worked through them. He shut it a moment later, annoyance bubbling up viciously. “What’s the point of having a system if no one uses it, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

Iva let out a harsh breath, her boots clanking on the metal grates as she approached. “Dacre, can you just – will you stop.”

“What?” he snapped, slamming a drawer closed and spinning around to skewer her with a glare. “What, Iva? I’m a little busy if you couldn’t fucking tell.”

Iva’s expression was pinched, her lips pressing into a thin line and her cheeks leeched of colour. Wordlessly, she stepped closer and opened another drawer, pulling out the medi-spray and holding it tightly.

“Take your jacket off,” Iva ordered, quiet but blistering. One look at her face told him this was a battle he wouldn’t win, so Dacre shrugged out of his ruined jacket, hissing at the flare of pain.

Iva studied the large patch of bloody bandages around his shoulder, her concern for him briefly outstripping her anger. Gentle hands unwound his attempt at playing doctor, and Dacre remained silent as she then cut through the stained material of his shirt, baring the jagged slice to the cold air.

“What did this?” she asked, cleaning the area carefully as she shook the medi-spray in preparation.

“Who,” he corrected, looking to the side, and he knew she understood when the rattle of the medicine abruptly stopped.

“…tell me you didn’t go after that fucking DOVE, Dacre.”

The horror in her voice had him sneering. “I didn’t go after him. The bastard came after me. Caught me completely off-guard, nearly shot me twice and tried to slit my throat.”

“You let him get close enough to aim for your throat?”

“I didn’t give him a signed invitation,” Dacre said, gesturing angrily with his free hand. “He was faster than I expected and…determined.”

“Well,” Iva said bluntly, “you did put his partner in the hospital. Be glad he didn’t set up a nest and snipe you from a distance.”

The cold mist of the medi-spray instantly numbed his skin, and some of the tension he had been carrying began to ease. Dacre tilted his head further to the side, stretching out the muscles and closing his eyes.

Piers, he remembered.

The name that female DOVE had called out during their first encounter – shrill with protective fear. It had stuck in Dacre’s head without meaning to, ringing in his ears hours after they had shot the woman and escaped the ambush. It was a good thing too, because at least he had had a name for his would-be assassin when the man had been digging a blade into the meat of his shoulder.

[katierosefun]

Hiya! For the prompts, jwds and 41 pretty please~~ (also, have a nice trip🤗)

thank yooou iva!! // from these prompts

There are exactly three ways that Joo Won can handle the current situation.

Wait until Dong Sik leaves the house and then hightail it to his apartment. Spend the entire weekend and also the entire week just working and reflecting on what he’d done.

Pros of this plan: Subtle. Saves embarrassment for the both of them.

Cons of this plan: Relies heavily on whether or not Dong Sik will ever actually leave the house. Which seems doubtful, because Joo Won can hear him clattering around downstairs in a way that suggests he’s going to stay. Additionally, it’s a Saturday, so that means Dong Sik doesn’t have anywhere to be right now.

Climb out the window and escape.

Pros of this plan: also mostly subtle. Also saves the embarrassment for the both of them.

Cons of this plan: Requires Joo Won to climb out the window. He doesn’t want to test his balance right now. Nor does he particularly want to be there should Dong Sik just happen to be by the window when he climbs out.

Go downstairs and face the music.

Pros of this plan: None. None.

Cons of this plan: So many.

Joo Won rubs his face, letting his palm rest over his forehead. Then he smacks it, hard, at least hard enough for him to actually wince—but the pain is good, if even for a second, because it’s enough to distract him from the fact that he made an absolute fool of himself last night.

I’m never drinking again, he thinks, rubbing his forehead ruefully.

Last night—why did he even drink that much last night. He remembers just feeling annoyed with the entire week, something to do with the stress building at the substation and something to do with the sheer relief he felt at meeting Dong Sik last night. Something to do with how the soju kept pouring, and Joo Won doesn’t even like drinking with people, but something must have clicked for him that night, because he hadn’t pulled back.

And then—and then he blurrily remembers Dong Sik’s amused face, mostly. Laughter around him, and then that laughter turning into concern, and then Dong Sik’s own amusement turning worried, and then that worry turning into a sheepishness that’s directed at someone who wasn’t Joo Won.

And now he’s here. In Dong Sik’s bed—and thankfully, he actually remembers how he got into bed. He also remembers Dong Sik helping him out of his jacket, and there it is now, neatly folded over a chair.

Fuck.

A knock at the door causes Joo Won to jerk up.

“I’m up,” he croaks, and he hates himself for even answering. He should have just pretended to be asleep. Plan 1 and Plan 2 are quickly slipping through his fingers.

“Thought you were,” Dong Sik says, sliding open the door. He sticks his head inside, slight smile tugging at his mouth. “Nice hairdo.”

Joo Won pats the top of his head instinctively. “What is it,” he asks, his voice coming out flatter than he’d intended. As though Dong Sik were the one who’d drank himself stupid last night, not himself.

“Nothing,” Dong Sik replies. “Breakfast is ready.”

Joo Won’s mouth dries. “I’m not hungry,” he starts, but Dong Sik waves him aside.

“You’ll feel better when you eat something,” he says.

“I feel fine,” Joo Won says.

Dong Sik just smirks, and Joo Won wants to sink right back into the bed.

“Come downstairs,” Dong Sik says, turning around. “You’ve been starting to look too thin these days.”

Joo Won waits until Dong Sik’s at the bottom of the stairs before dragging himself up. Immediately, his body protests from the movement. For maybe the tenth time since he’d woken up, Joo Won curses himself for drinking and swears off alcohol. Or at least, alcohol around other people who aren’t just himself. What was he thinking.

When he makes his way to the table, Dong Sik’s already laying out spoons.

“Not typical hangover soup,” Dong Sik says. “I don’t know how to make it, and the stores are closed right now, but…” He gestures. “Eggs are supposed to be good for hangovers.”

Joo Won looks down. Sure enough, there’s swirls of egg yolk and egg whites in an otherwise clear broth. He looks back up at Dong Sik, who’s ducked back into the kitchen. “You didn’t have to.”

“’Course I did,” Dong Sik says from inside. “Believe it or not, I know how to host.”

Joo Won steeples his fingers against the table. “You shouldn’t have to,” he says awkwardly.

Dong Sik pokes his head out from the kitchen. “Han Joo Won,” he says with a finality that feels a little too familiar. “I wanted to. Now shut up and eat.”

That does it.

Joo Won sits down at the table, not bothering to pick up his spoon until Dong Sik at least makes it back to the table. When he does, his former partner just raises an eyebrow at him. Joo Won replies by making a pointed nod to Dong Sik’s presumed bowl.

“So polite,” Dong Sik says, sitting down.

Joo Won makes a noncommittal sound, dipping his spoon into the broth.

All through the meal, Joo Won steals little glances at Dong Sik. He doesn’t seem to notice—or if he does, which Joo Won bets he does, because nothing seems to get past him, he doesn’t say anything. He just eats, occasionally asking Joo Won whether or not he needs medicine (he does not) or coffee (he’ll be fine) or if he slept comfortably (annoyingly, yes). With each question, Joo Won feels the overwhelming urge to reach across the table and shake Dong Sik a little, just to see if he would react.

Maybe this is just some other form of psychological warfare that Lee Dong Sik’s picked up. Say nothing, do nothing, watch Han Joo Won slowly lose every sense of self-control he has. It’s worked a million times before, so one would think that Joo Won would learn by now.

Unfortunately, he hasn’t, because he blurts out, “Aren’t you angry?”

At that, Dong Sik pauses, spoon mid-air. “Should I be?” he asks.

“Shouldn’t you be?”

“Dunno why I should,” Dong Sik says, bringing the spoon to his mouth. He slurps annoyingly loud. “Why, are you angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry with you,” Joo Won says.

“You look angry,” Dong Sik comments.

“I’m not angry with you.”

“That’s nice,” Dong Sik says, returning to his soup.

Joo Won waits two more annoyingly loud slurps before saying, “You should be angry with me.”

Dong Sik looks at Joo Won over the rim of his soup bowl. “For…?”

“This,” Joo Won says. “Last night.”

Dong Sik stares blankly at Joo Won.

“You think I should be angry with you because you’re hungover?” Dong Sik asks slowly.

The back of Joo Won’s neck warms. “Don’t make me sound stupid,” he says.

“Well, you said it, not me.”

“I lost control last night,” Joo Won says shortly. “That was unbecoming of me.”

“You got drunk with friends,” Dong Sik says. “It happens. It’s normal.”

Joo Won stares at Dong Sik. “I said something,” he says. “I made people uncomfortable.”

Dong Sik pauses. He looks at Joo Won again, some of the amusement fading from his eyes. It’s so much like last night that Joo Won has the overwhelming urge to run out of the house from that alone. Something in him twists in satisfaction anyways, just knowing that he was right, that this was the exact look that he was given and that he hadn’t just been imagining up last night.

“Do you even remember what you said?” Dong Sik asks.

Joo Won lifts his shoulders. “Vaguely,” he lies.

“Hm.” Dong Sik watches him, a finger tapping against the side of his bowl. Joo Won stares back, desperate to not blink or back down, even as his face grows warmer and warmer. Even as he wants more and more and more for nothing else than the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he says finally. “And I’m sorry. That was embarrassing.”

Dong Sik’s mouth twitches. Joo Won can’t tell if it’s a smile or smirk.

“You’re going to have to be more specific for me,” Dong Sik says.

Bastard.

Joo Won looks at Dong Sik, whose mouth twitches again.

“Come on,” he says slowly. “I just caught you lying. Might as well confess.”

At that word, confess, Dong Sik’s lips turn into a full-on smirk, and Joo Won has to look away.

Dong Sik taps the side of his bowl again.

“Hey, Inspector Han,” Dong Sik drawls, and it’s that slow stretch of Joo Won’s own name that forces him to look back over at the annoyingly sly, annoyingly self-satisfied man who Joo Won had confessed everything to.

Except when Joo Won looks up, he finds that Dong Sik’s smirk has slipped right back into a smile.

“Next time you confess to me,” Dong Sik says, “just don’t get drunk to do it, yeah?” He reaches across the table, giving Joo Won’s wrist a tap of a finger. It’s the equivalent of a schoolboy’s tease, but the light touch alone lights something in Joo Won’s chest. “You can try again later tonight, if you’d like.”

Then Dong Sik disappears into the kitchen, and Joo Won stares blankly across the wall before realizing that he needs to cancel all of his weekend plans.

[kynrki]

[ 4:39pm ]

wc: 283, genre: fluff, warnings: nothing, pairing: ex!jungwon x gn!reader

it was a chilly day out as you looked out at the river in front of you. today was the day you and your ex had broken up. you had been coming here every month since your break up, because it gave you peace. you sighed as you stood up from the rock you were sitting and dusted yourself off.

you turned around and looked up. your eyes caught his. you sucked in a breath as you took in his appearance. he had matured, alot. his hair now a bright shade of red, very different compared to a year ago, his dimples still as deep as ever, and his mannerisms were still the same.

your eyes widened a bit more as you remembered what you said. and he stood by your words. “if we meet again next year, exactly on this day, then we can try again”

and here he is. exactly 365 days since you had said that. since you two have parted ways. since you had your heart broken.

you gave a little smile as you let out a chuckle and walked up to him. “you’re crazy you know that?” you said as you looked at him. “so i’ve been told” jungwon replied as he looked at you in adoration.

you smiled and shook your head at him. “hi! im yn” you said as you held out your hand teasingly. “hi yn, im jungwon” he said as he held your hand in his. “are you ready to start over again? but of course with a totally different outcome” jungwon said with determination. you looked up at him and bit your lip trying to prevent a smile as you nodded your head.

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[catsafarithewriter]

A/N: part 10, double digits! Also two of Baron's cousins mentioned here are OCs very kindly lent from @lin-iva and borrowed with her permission <3

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"I suppose," Baron said, "that we should get better acquainted before we meet my family."

It was, Baron realised, a tad close to the curtain call to be making such talk – they were only an hour off arriving at his family estate – but Muta had slipped off into sleep, and it was somehow easier to make conversation when not under the watchful eye of Haru's 'uncle'.

Haru grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Right here, in the carriage? With my uncle present? How very forward of you, Baron."

Baron reddened. "I meant getting to know one another."

Haru's other eyebrow rose. "My dear sir, I don't even know your middle name."

"Take pity on the poor guy," Muta mumbled, evidently just awake enough to note the conversation. "He's still getting used to you."

Haru's grin turned rueful. "Sorry. It's just – you know – this whole thing feels so surreal. It's hard to take it seriously." She dipped her head apologetically in Baron's direction. "What do you want to know?"

"How about the basics?" Baron suggested. "Hobbies, career, family–"

"Social security number," Muta listed, eyes still closed. "Mother's maiden name..."

"Oh shush, Muta. Weren't you telling me to be nice not thirty seconds ago?"

"Yeah, but you're the one who's married to him."

"If we could return to the topic at hand..." Baron attempted.

"Oh, right." Haru leant back in her seat and wondered how best to condense down over two decades of life into a single conversation. "So it's always been just my mum and me; my dad is... not in the picture. I have a degree in Cat and Human history, and for a while I was co-owner of an antique shop in the Human World, before trying my luck over here." There were, she wasn't willing to admit, quite a few major plot points missing from her tale, but they weren't things she was about to share with her husband-of-one-day just yet.

"And how is the antique business?" Baron asked politely.

"Terrible," Muta grumbled. He hadn't yet deigned to open his eyes. "Was never great to begin with, but there's been an uptick in smuggling and fakes in the last few years, so yer have to be extra careful or you'll end up in trouble. Or broke."

"And yourself?" Haru asked Baron. "I mean, apparently you're actually a baron, but you don't seem to be doing much... baroning, from what I see."

"That's because my parents are still very much running the estate," Baron replied. "So instead, I run a little tea shop on the corner of town. It is," and there was a pause laden with baggage, "perhaps a more modest affair than the family had hoped for me, but I find it fulfilling in its own way."

Muts snorted.

"Ignore him," Haru said. "He doesn't like tea."

"All tastes like boiled grass to me," Muta rumbled under his breath.

"And your... family?" Haru asked, almost scared to broach the subject.

"A fair bit more extensive than yours, by the sound of things." Baron's brow furrowed in concentration. "There are my parents, of course, who run the estate. My sister, Louise, who – last I heard – was still doing some travelling, although now she's married she may be looking to settle down..."

"Younger?" Haru asked.

"Older, by ten minutes." He smiled, in a fond if slightly exasperated manner. "Not that'd you'd believe it. Either one of us might inherit the estate, but we're not in a rush. There's my uncle, Toto–"

"The Wizard of Oz dog," Muta chortled.

"–a doctor by trade, but also a gifted magician," Baron continued, learning by now to not stop for Muta's interruptions. "And then there's my father's brother and his family, including my cousins, Hugo and Hunter–"

"You really like the H's in your names, huh?" Haru teased.

"–both around my age, with Hugo a librarian, and Hunter settling into a career as an archaeologist."

Muta snorted. "Dump the tea-maker, Chicky, and marry the archaeologist instead. Maybe he'll be able to help with the shop."

Haru rolled her eyes. "I never mix love and business, Muta."

"Hey, I'm just saying unfaithfulness is a pretty good reason to divorce, when the time comes. And think of the boon it'll bring to the shop, having a tame archaeologist on call."

"I'm not going to get married to advance your business."

Muta cracked one beady eye open. "You're my least favourite niece."

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(Tagging @tcrmommabear cause she asked)

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

Full name: Irma Necronomicon (no maiden name) Cedricovna

Date of birth: October 15, 1950

Character: kind, sweet, sometimes shy, easily vulnerable, romantic

Loves: his family, Orm, Sheila, Henry, Orm's friends

Dislikes: losing a family

Russian voice acting: Iva Solonitsina

English voice acting: C. C. Catch (real name of singer Caroline Katarina Muller))

First appearance in Fanon: The fifth chapter in the fanfiction "SCP Foundation: The Last Pages of History" (physical appearance)

Last appearance in Fanon: currently unknown

History: Irma was born into a pirate family to her parents Cedric and Leila and her older sister Aigun. Unlike other pirates, she doesn't like to do bad things like steal gold and the like. In Fanon, she is Billie's aunt, Orm's wife, and Luta's mother. When Irma was still a little girl, the North Wind carried her father to Snow Queen. She met Orm and Sheila when her mom and the rest of the pirates captured them. When Sheila and Orm were together with Aigun, Irma watched them unnoticed and felt sorry for the prisoners, especially Orm, who looked at Aigun in fright and hid behind his sister's back. When the prisoners spent the night with them, Irma decided to talk to Orm and asked him her background and asked him if he had a mate. To the last question, Orm replied that he did not and did not think about it. When Orm and Sheila went on to look for Henry, Irma was sad for some reason. She began to think about Orm, and dreamed of him, and after a while she realized that she had fallen in love with him, but was afraid to admit it. Two years after defeating Snow Queen, she, her sister and her friends decided to visit Orm. Irma was not only disappointed that Orm lied in front of the whole crowd, but she was also upset that he was still filtering with Princess Maribel. When she saw this, she imperceptibly quickly left in tears and without telling anyone what she was crying about. But after Orm defeated Snow King and became a royal knight with golden armor, she forgave him in her mind and fell in love with him again, but only twice. She kept telling him that he was a wonderful knight and kept making eyes at him and did not suspect that Orm did not understand why she was making eyes at him. After Sheila left the island (you know why) Irma married Orm and gave birth to a daughter from him, who was named Luth. After Willow's death, Irma and her husband and daughter began to live in another city (read more about Orm).

Interesting facts: In the first version, she was supposed to be a simple peasant of the Island of Unnecessary mice, but then Fanon decided to make her Aigun's sister and younger daughter's Leila. Surprisingly, the pirates don't have a surname, because they don't live like urban or rural people.

[bridges-to-ashes]

Why's Iva holding you so tightly...?

"I'm embarrassing her", Raisa replies, her grin only widening as Iva rolls her eyes at her. "As if it's my fault that she took Frankenstein as a tutorial."

"You are unbearable."

"And yet, you couldn't resist my corpse charm, девушка."