#just a little bit of

[pancakesbrodown]

Ohhhhh I have to hit them with a car

[oneday-yourside]

Made both of these on my phone with my finger

[an-au-blog]

I came up with a bad idea...

cw: kidnapping, abuse, suicidal ideations

After Rodger gets killed people find out that Shanks and Buggy were on the crew and decide: since they're kids, they'll be easy catch. They couldn't catch Shanks because... well... he's Shanks but they somehow manage to capture Buggy. It wasn't easy and it involved sea stones but they managed. The problem was this happened after the crew fell apart and after they had their fight with Shanks. So no one was going to look for him.

For years they try to get information on the one piece from him. And for years he's endured torture and abuse. He keeps telling them he got sick and couldn't go, but I started sounding like a stupid excuse even to Buggy, so he stopped talking all together.

He had spent his entire adult life in a small (what he supposed is an) underground cell with no food and running water and with the sea stone cuffs on him at all times.

One day the door busts down. His captors have never been so aggressive. He balled up in the corner, trying to be as quiet as possible but the clanking of his cuffs from how much he was shivering wasn't helping. There was a heavy atmosphere that lifted as he heard the boots that walked in.

These weren't the boots of his captors.

"Buggy?"

That wasn't the voice of his captor either.

Someone else from the back shouted happily "He's here!"

Just as Buggy though he was taken by another greedy bunch, the man behind him scooped him up enthusiastically into a hug.

Buggy did his best not to show his pain from the sudden movements or the brushing across his wounds. But then he felt something wet land on his shoulder where the man's head was nuzzled.

"I've been looking for you. Oh, I'm so happy I found you, Buggy!"

He pulled away to look at his face, the red hair looked so familiar but he didn't recognize him. He learned to block out anything from his past as a trauma response. But there was water streaming down this smiling man's face. Buggy had been left without water for three days as a punishment for his silence. So it was almost on instinct that he tried to collect or drink it.

Seeing Buggy like this broke Shanks. But after he was fed and watered, Buggy seemed a bit better. He was malnourished and the place where his cuffs were left a huge dent in his skin. It made him wonder how he didn't lose his hands from lack of circulation. Every piece of food was devoured and treated like it would have been taken away at any moment. It hurt. It hurt seeing this. It hurt thinking Buggy was avoiding him and finding out from some drunk a month ago that he wasn't and that he was kept all these years. How horrible could he be that it didn't cross his mind that this could happen. That he had to search for his friend.

After being fed and taken to the ship, Buggy kept staring at the ocean with awe.

Shanks wanted to leave him be. He couldn't blame him after all what is a sailor without the sea. But just as he turned around he heard a splash. He had fallen in. Shanks jumped to save him. After coughing up the water, Buggy stood up and jumped into the sea again. Shanks fished him out once more.

"Stop that! What is wrong with you, you'll die!"

But Buggy just laid there on the deck with a slight smile and teary eyes.

In the next few months, whenever Buggy wasn't sleeping there had to be at least one person watching him. Just in case.

[gralto]

[blindbisexualgoose]

the media needs to stop being afraid of representing men who like getting their hair pulled

[inkthemandrake]

Silly Roblox meme redraw

Original : x

[bornetoblood]

hiii 18, 20, 21 laurence for the bb hcs? also melia if u feel like it! :0

Link to the questions!

18.How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc) For Amelia, I can see her being very very quiet prior to Laurence pseudo-adopting her- her life prior to the orphanage wasn't great and her life in it prooobably wasn't that better. After she becomes next in line for the Yharnam thrown though she gains a lot of her confidence back. Since she was still pretty young at the time she comes across to a lot of people as kinda bratty. "Don't you dare insult me, do you know who I am!" kinda deal. It's hiding the fact shes really out of her depth.

20.A weird headcanon Weird Ames headcannon is that shes just as power hungry as her fucked up dad, she just didn't live long enough to fully realise that... truely devistating....

BONUS ROUND!!!! Another weird Lozza one is that he has offered, and given, several organs to Micolash and Rom on their college benders. For research, obviously.

21.When do you think they were at their happiest? Amelia was at her happiest pretty soon after she got taken into a better environment but before she was saddled with all the pressure of her upcoming position. She was still a kid and was allowed, if only for a couple years, to just live as one.

Laurence was most happy in the period between leaving Byrgenwerth but before the Healing Church fully became a thing. He and Gehrman lived out of that tiny study under Oedon Chapel for a couple years trying to peddal the blood to upperclassmen to get funding- just figuring things out. He thinks about that time a lot, I think; he's almost angry at how simple it was.

[jamesisasimp]

I did it

"Even if this all ends up in a puddle of burning goo," Barty gesticulates wildly, "we can... go off together."

It took a while for him to get those last three words out, and it took Regulus just as long to fully understand them. "Go off together?" he repeats, like it was stupid. It was stupid. "Are you even hearing yourself?"

"We've been friends for over six thousand years-"

"Friends?" Obviously Barty can't hear a word he's saying because he's standing there acting like the most ridiculous thing in the world is a perfectly normal assertion to make. "We aren't friends."

"Well then what are we then?" Barty insists, throwing out his arms. "Huh? What? Lovers? Boyfriends?"

This is ridiculous.

It's all so fucking ridiculous.

"We are an angel and a demon," Regulus reminds him, since apparently he's forgotten. "We're on opposite sides of a war that's only hours away." In case he's forgotten that too.

But no, Barty hasn't. He wouldn't be here pleading with him like this, like such a complete, ignorant idiot, if he didn't think- no, know it was all about to end.

"Sides? We don't belong to them, Angel, we're on our own side-"

"There is no our side!" Regulus explodes. Then, softer, "There never was."

"Well now you're just lying to yourself," Barty, the expert on lies of the two of them, being who he is, sniffs him out in an instant.

"We're done Barty, it's over," he tries again anyway.

Even with those stupid glasses on, Regulus knows he doesn't believe him. He knows and it's making him desperate because he can't just abandon Armageddon all together. Not because he particularly fancies being at war, but because of the opposite. He's not the coward Barty seems to think he is - he's not the one trying to run away from this. He's the one trying to fucking stop it from happening entirely, if not for his own sake then for all those innocent humans that aren't ready to be judged yet. That never asked for this. That are caught in the crossfire just so good and evil, whatever the fuck those even mean anymore, can figure out who's best.

And he can't tell him, of course he can't, because... because Barty is still a demon. A demon who cares about him but a demon all the same, and he'll tell Regulus he's stupid for having hope, for trying to fuck with fate. And maybe he's right.

But Regulus has to try. If Sirius taught him anything it's that hope is worth the plunge, no matter what's waiting on the other side.

But that's not enough for Barty, of course it's not. To him, he's still just a stubborn coward that still believes in God's Plan. To Barty, he's given up on them, and he can't tell him that he'd never do that, not in another six thousand years, not in eternity if they ever even make it there.

He can't tell him.

And it breaks his heart, if he's even got one, because Barty looks just as desperate as he feels.

Then his jaw locks and his face hardens, he rips off his glasses and stands up a little straighter.

"And suppose," he grins, wicked, unkind, "when the war comes, that your side forgives every un-angelic thing you've ever done and mine forgives me, and you meet me on the battle field," he proposes, radiating cruelty because he knows. He fucking knows. "What then?"

And what can Regulus say?

That if he'd ever been put in front of Barty and asked to bring him to extinction he'd sooner find a way to throw himself into hell fire than do it?

"Then I will kill you," is what he says, because he can't say that. Not now, likely not ever.

"Can't kill a demon," Barty replies, yellow slitted eyes more fierce that he's ever seen them. A man, a demon, an... entity that's about to lose his best friend, his lover, his... something. Maybe his everything.

He's fighting with everything he's got, and Regulus can't let him win.

"What do you want me to say. That I'll pour holy water on you and watch you fucking melt?" he asks. "Is that what it'll take to make you fuck off?"

"No! Because you wouldn't mean it," Barty replies without missing a beat.

He's winning.

Regulus can't let him.

"Well I mean this," he says, or starts to say.

He regrets the words before they even get past his lips. But he has to say them. He has to hit where it hurts. He has to get Barty off his arse so he can do this- so he can fucking save them.

"You were never anything but a warm mouth to me, Barty, and you want to know why? Because you are fallen. You are damned. You are nothing." And the final blow. "Did you really think an angel could ever love a wretched from Hell like yourself?"

The words strike Barty hard, and the air around them freezes as they absorb into his skin.

Because, you see, the trouble with loving someone is that, in doing so, you give them a step my step guide on how to destroy you. Not with holy water or hell fire, but deep deep within. You don't even realize it, Barty certainly didn't, at least not until right now.

Barty hates, more than anything else, being a demon. He hates that he fell. Or rather, was pushed. He's ashamed of it, and Regulus was the only one who ever made him feel normal with those slitted yellow eyes.

Oh, it hurts. It hurts because there's no taking it back now, no coming back from this.

But there won't be anything to come back to anyway if he doesn't get this stupid war put off.

"You're lying," Barty tries, voice breaking, tight as a string and unnaturally still. He's not asking, but begging for it to be true.

He can't tell him that it is. So Regulus says, "Am I?" and then it all crumbles.

The softness that accompanied the desperation hardened once more, his eyes got sharp and his jaw tightened, the perfectly procured, emotionless demon mask sliding right back into place. Barty reached up and slid his sunglasses back on his face to cover up his eyes and took two steps back, wearing his betrayal and rage underneath it all without shame.

"Fuck you, Regulus."

He means it.

"Not anymore, you don't."

Regulus does too.

Barty doesn't look back but flashes a sarcastic wave over his shoulder as he stalks off. "Have a nice doomsday."

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[nikoisme]

I hate it when people ask me what genre of music i listen to because i genuinely have no clue. It's called Music I Like genre. The best genre out there

[nothingbizzare]

Taking off a costume

[saphushia]

btw. i made this quick guide of some of the natural size and proportion reference points in the human body. of course this all varies even irl, and you can stylize however you want, so ymmv but thought it might be helpful for some folks.

[cashmere-caveman]

today it rained for the first time in ages and ive got my window tilted to let in the cool air and i just heard a woman's voice say "hey i found another puddle!" followed by a little child's happy shriek followed by a big splash sound i absolutely love being alive i hope that kid has so much fun bc i am already thriving just listening to it all

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[dirtflunk]

deranged freaks. absolute weirdos. throw rocks at them