#just know that i know everything (that is a joke. btw)

[inseobts]

Thank you for all your amazing writing! Your blogs seriously make my day every time. Could you write a Law x reader where the reader falls ill with a rare, incurable disease? I just keep thinking about Law experiencing what Corazon went through back then… 😭 It can have a SE or HE, whatever you feel fits best!"

Terminal

law × reader

you fall ill with a rare, incurable disease and law refuses to accept it.

a/n: this was so sad T.T btw as I said in my rules post I don’t write about this kind of topic, but given that law’s story is about that I wanted to give it a try

words count: 4.2k

tags: terminal illness, soft, angst, worried law

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You’re burning up.”

Law’s voice is calm, but you know him well enough to hear the tension beneath it. His hand lingers on your forehead, cool against your feverish skin.

You force a grin, despite the way your body aches “That’s just the effect you have on me.”

His expression doesn’t change. If anything, his brows knit together further, golden eyes dark with something unreadable.

“Don’t joke” he says flatly.

“Come on, it was funny” you mumble, but your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Law exhales sharply. He presses two fingers against your wrist, checking your pulse. You see the flicker of something in his eyes. Worry.

“Since when?”

“Since when what?”

“Since you started feeling like this.” His voice drops lower, more controlled “Don’t lie.”

You sigh, shifting under the blanket “A few days ago. Maybe a week?”

“A week?” His jaw clenches, and you watch the way his fingers curl into a fist “And you didn’t tell me?”

“You were busy, Law,” you murmur “I didn’t want to bother you.”

His reaction is immediate. His eyes darken, sharp and cutting, and for a second, you swear he’s actually angry. But when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“You think I wouldn’t drop everything for you?”

Your breath catches. You can’t look at him. Instead, you force out another weak chuckle “Well, you are a very important pirate, Captain.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Pretending it’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to argue, but before you can, a sudden wave of dizziness crashes over you. The world tilts, your vision swims, and you barely register the way your body sways before Law is already there, steady hands catching you before you can fall.

“Y/N” His grip tightens around you, firm, grounding “I need to run some tests.”

You rest your forehead against his shoulder, too exhausted to protest “…That bad?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. You feel his heartbeat being too fast, too tense.

When he finally speaks, it’s quiet. Almost too quiet.

“I’m going to fix this.”

And for the first time ever since you know him, you don’t believe him.

The beeping of medical equipment fills the silence.

You sit on Law’s examination table, legs dangling as he adjusts the monitor beside you. His brows are furrowed, golden eyes locked onto the screen, and even though he hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

The tension in the air is unbearable.

“Are you always this serious when you play doctor, or am I just special?” you tease, tilting your head at him.

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

You sigh dramatically “Come on, Law. You can’t even crack a smile for your beloved patient?”

“You’re not a patient,” he mutters “You’re my partner.”

His words send a little warmth through your chest, but before you can respond, he steps closer and gently presses his fingers against your wrist, feeling for your pulse again.

The warmth fades when you notice the way his hand lingers just a little too long.

“You like holding my hand that much?” you tease, forcing a grin “If you wanted to be romantic, you could’ve just asked.”

This time, his jaw tightens “Your pulse is weak.”

You try to wave him off with your free hand “That’s just because you’re touching me. Makes my heart stops, you know?”

“Y/N...” he warns, voice sharp.

You falter.

His hand moves to your other wrist, then your neck, fingers pressing lightly against your skin. His eyes are unreadable, but his silence is louder than anything he could say.

“…You’re scared” you murmur before you can stop yourself.

Law stiffens, but doesn’t deny it.

The realization makes your stomach twist, but you force another smile “Don’t worry, I’m still cute even when I’m dying.”

That does it. His head snaps up, eyes blazing “Don’t say that.”

The weight of his words hangs between you, heavy, suffocating.

You swallow “Sorry. Just trying to make you laugh.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You look away, fingers curling against the examination table.

Another long silence. Then, his hands are suddenly on either side of your face, tilting your head up gently so you’re looking at him again. His touch is careful, but his grip is firm, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

His voice is quieter this time “You’re not dying.”

You stare at him. For a moment, you want to believe him, but the way his hands tremble against your skin tells you otherwise.

After a while, Law stares at the test results, fingers tightening around the paper. His golden eyes flick over the numbers, the medical jargon, the hard, undeniable facts.

It’s terminal.

He’s quiet... too quiet. That’s the first thing that unsettles you. You’re used to his silence, but this is different. This is suffocating.

“So?” You swing your legs lightly from the examination table, forcing a smirk “What’s the verdict, Doc? Am I dying?”

Silence.

The smirk falters “Law?”

His fingers crumple the edge of the paper. His jaw tightens. And then, so softly that you almost don’t hear it, he says “…It’s incurable.”

For a second, you swear time stops.

The words don’t register at first. They don’t make sense. It’s like your brain refuses to process them.

And then you laugh.

It bursts out before you can stop it, light, teasing, just like every other joke you’ve made today “Wow, dramatic. You make it sound like I’m already in my grave.”

He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t even look at you.

The smile on your lips wavers.

“You’re kidding, right?”

His hands tighten into fists at his sides. He still won’t look at you.

Your heart pounds a little faster “Law. Tell me you’re joking.”

Nothing.

The laugh that slips out this time is shaky “Come on, then this is the part where you tell me there’s some rare treatment, right? Some experimental surgery? You’re Trafalgar freakin’ Law, Surgeon of Death. There’s no way—”

“y/n.”

The way he says your name, quiet, strained, makes the air leave your lungs.

Your fingers curl against the fabric of your shirt. The examination table feels too cold beneath you. The walls feel like they’re closing in.

“No...” you whisper.

Law’s lips press into a thin line. His hands twitch, like he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t.

“No” you say again, more forcefully this time. You shake your head, heat rising in your chest, crawling up your throat “You’re wrong. There’s... there’s gotta be something. You just haven’t figured it out yet. Right?”

“Y/N—”

“No!” The word cracks as it leaves you “I’m not dying!”

Your vision blurs. Your hands shake. And suddenly, it’s too much.

Your body moves before you can think, you push yourself off the table, right into his chest.

Law catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you, steady, grounding. And just like that, everything shatters.

“I don’t—I don’t want to die” you choke out, gripping his coat like it’s the only thing keeping you here “I want to stay. With you. I want—” Your voice breaks “I want a future. I want us to be happy. I want—”

A sob wracks through you.

“I want a family with you.”

Law stiffens.

The words spill out before you can stop them, you smile at him between your tears “A little version of you, all broody and nerdy and so so cute” You let out a wet laugh, broken and trembling “They’d probably scowl just like you, but they’d love books and have messy hair and—”

Your voice crumbles into sobs.

Law doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.

And then his arms tighten around you, crushing, like he’s trying to hold you together, keep you from falling apart.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.

“I’m going to save you.”

You want to believe him.

Only God knowa how much you want to believe him.

But the fear in his voice tells you even he isn’t sure.

The next morning, you wake up to find Law hunched over his desk, surrounded by stacks of medical books and scattered notes.

You sigh “You didn’t sleep, did you?”

“Sleep is a waste of time,” he mutters, scribbling something down “I need to go through every known case—”

“You need to stop already.”

He freezes.

Slowly, he turns to look at you. His dark circles are deeper than usual, his face unreadable, but you know him. You know that behind that impassive expression, he’s desperate.

You force a grin “If I really only have a little time left, do you really wanna waste it buried in books instead of spending it with me?”

Law’s fingers tighten around his pen.

“I’m not giving up” he says, voice low.

“I know,” you say gently “But I don’t want to spend my last time watching you drive yourself insane. If I’m gonna die, I wanna die happy.”

The words sting, but they’re true.

Law exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He doesn’t respond.

You hop off the bed, stretching dramatically “Anyway, I’ve decided I’m done being sad. It’s exhausting. So I’m back, and better than ever!” You flash him a grin “That means full-time comedy and flirting, just for you, Captain!”

His brow twitches “Y/N...”

You wag a finger at him “Shh, let me have this.” You strike a pose “Behold, Trafalgar D. Law���s hottest, funniest girlfriend! Incurable disease edition!”

Nothing.

You pout “Wow. Tough crowd.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose “Why do I put up with this?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” you say, leaning closer “And because you love me.”

His breath hitches for just a second.

And then, quietly “Yeah.”

You blink. Your cheeks burn “Whoa, that was easier than I thought. If I’d known getting a lovely love confession was that easy, I would’ve faked a terminal disease ages ago.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You snicker “Okay, okay, this one wasn't the best.”

Law sighs, shaking his head. But when he looks at you, his gaze lingers, like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he looks away.

And suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. Because this is too familiar to him.

The way you laugh, the way you grin like you aren’t dying, like none of this is real... it reminds him of Corazon. Always smiling. Always laughing. Even with blood in his mouth. Even when he knew he was going to die.

A lump forms in Law’s throat.

You notice his change in expression instantly “Hey. What’s wrong?”

His fingers twitch at his sides “Nothing” he lies.

But you see it in his eyes, the fear.

You sigh, stepping closer, reaching for his hands. His fingers are cold. You squeeze them.

“Law,” you say softly “I’m not trying to leave you behind. I just... I don’t want you to only remember me as the person who was sick, who died. I want you to remember me smiling. Happy. With you. Because that's what I am.”

His hands tighten around yours.

He doesn’t say anything. But when you squeeze his hands again, he squeezes back.

You think Law has finally accepted things.

You think he’s finally listening to you, finally spending time with you instead of drowning himself in books and medical theories. And for a while, he does.

He stays close, fingers brushing against yours when you walk, arms wrapping around you when he thinks no one is looking. Some nights, he holds you a little too tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

It makes you happy. It makes you feel alive. But then, he starts again.

The sleepless nights. The books. The notes. The obsessive, frantic research.

You wake up one night to find the bed empty.

Again.

With a sigh, you push yourself up. You grip the blanket, taking slow, even breaths, waiting for your vision to finally settles, you get up and pad toward Law’s office.

You don’t bother knocking.

“Law...”

He doesn’t look up. He’s hunched over his desk, surrounded by open books, pages filled with diagrams of Devil Fruits and medical notes scribbled in his messy handwriting. His coat is discarded on the chair, sleeves rolled up, hands gripping a pen so tightly his knuckles are white.

You frown “What are you doing?”

“Working.” His voice is hoarse.

“Yeah, I can see that, genius. But on what?”

He finally looks at you. There’s something wild in his eyes, desperation, determination, obsession.

You step closer. Your gaze flickers to the notes. And then your heart stops.

“Law,” you whisper, throat dry “Are you... are you trying to find me a Devil Fruit?”

“Not just any Devil Fruit,” he mutters, flipping a page. His fingers move fast, tracing over diagrams “Something similar to the Ope Ope no Mi. Something that could manipulate your body, enhance cellular regeneration, maybe even reprogram the disease out of you.”

Your stomach drops.

“Law.”

“I just need to find the right one.” He keeps going like he hasn’t heard you “There’s research, fragments of old studies, theories. If I can modify a fruit’s properties, or find a compatible—”

“Law!”

He flinches.

You swallow, hands shaking “You can’t just... you can’t force me to eat a Devil Fruit.”

He glares at you, jaw clenched “If it’s the only way to save you, then yes, I can.”

The air crackles between you.

For the first time, you see that he won’t stop. He won’t accept it. Not like you have.

You take a shaky breath “You’re trying to save me the same way Corazon saved you...”

His body tenses.

“You think if I eat a fruit like yours, I’ll survive just like you did.”

Silence.

“I won’t lose you” he whispers.

Your heart clenches.

You step closer, reaching for his face, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch immediately, like he’s starved for it.

“Law,” you say softly “You can’t fix this, and it's okay.”

He squeezes his eyes shut “There’s always a way.”

You shake your head “Even if there is… do you really want to spend our last moments like this? Chasing something that might not even exist?”

His breath shudders against your palm.

For the first time, he doesn’t have an answer.

Law is different after that night.

He still spends hours in his office, buried in books, chasing after a cure that may not exist. He still barely sleeps, barely eats, his mind running in endless circles of calculations and medical theories.

But now he makes time for you.

It starts small. Sitting next to you on the deck, staring at the ocean in comfortable silence. Letting you lean against him while he reads, his hand absentmindedly brushing over yours.

Then, it becomes more. Stealing moments with you in the kitchen, pretending to help while you cook, though he mostly just watches you with those quiet, golden eyes. Taking you to watch the sunset, fingers grazing against yours but never quite holding on.

And sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he smiles.

It reminds you of something he once told you.

“Even now you’re trying to do what Corazon did for you, aren’t you?” you say one night, breaking the silence.

Law tenses beside you.

The two of you are lying on the bed, facing each other. It’s one of the rare nights he actually gets in bed with you instead of falling asleep at his desk. His fingers hover near your wrist, not quite touching, just barely brushing your skin.

He doesn’t answer right away. But you see it in his eyes.

“I’m not like him” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear “You’re right. From what you told me, he was goofier. More dramatic.”

His lips twitch “That sounds more like you.”

“Maybe,” you hum “But you’re doing exactly what he did. You’re trying to give me happy memories while working yourself to death behind my back.”

His eyes darken.

You brush a hand against his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. He looks exhausted, but you know that no matter what you tell him, he won’t stop.

“You can’t save everyone, Law” you whisper.

His grip tightens around the sheets “I can save you.”

You close your eyes, exhaling softly.

“Then at least promise me something” you murmur.

He waits.

“When I go—”

“You’re not—”

“When I go,” you say again, firmer this time, “I want you to keep going. Don’t disappear. Don’t close yourself off.”

Law stares at you, his expression unreadable.

“You think I could just move on?” he finally asks, voice raw.

“I think,” you say, fingers brushing against his, “that you deserve to be happy.”

He doesn’t answer.

But later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you feel his hand finally take yours. And for the first time, you wonder who’s more afraid of losing the other, you or him.

For the first time in weeks, Law looks alive.

He bursts into the Polar Tang’s main room, eyes sharp, steps quick, movements filled with purpose. His coat flares behind him as he scans the room, spotting the Heart Pirates scattered around, Shachi and Penguin bickering, Bepo munching on a snack, Ikkaku polishing her tools.

“All of you,” he orders, voice firm, urgent “Meeting. Now.”

The crew blinks at him.

“Whoa, Captain, you good?” Penguin asks, tilting his head “You look—”

“Awake,” Shachi finishes “Which is weird, considering you haven’t slept in days.”

“Meeting. Now.” Law repeats, already turning toward the control room.

Bepo exchanges glances with the others before nodding “Let’s go.”

Within minutes, the crew is gathered. The room is tense, because they can feel it. Something has changed.

Law places both hands on the table, looking at them with determination burning in his golden eyes.

“I’ve found a cure.”

Silence.

Then Penguin nearly chokes “Wait, what?!”

“You...” Shachi’s eyes widen “You’re serious?”

Bepo’s ears twitch “Captain…”

Law nods, rolling out a hand-drawn diagram of an unknown Devil Fruit.

“It’s called the Vita Vita no Mi,” he explains “A Devil Fruit that enhances the body’s ability to regenerate and purge diseases. It was recorded in old medical texts from over a century ago, lost, believed to be a myth. But I found something.”

He flips to another page.

“There were reports of this fruit appearing in a black-market trade just over a decade ago. Tracked to an island in the Grand Line.” His gaze hardens “We’re going there.”

The crew stares.

“You mean—” Ikkaku leans forward “You mean there’s a chance?”

“A damn good one,” Law says “If I can get my hands on this fruit, if I can modify its effects, then Y/N...”

He stops. Swallows.

“Then she survives.”

The weight of his words hits the crew all at once.

Shachi exhales sharply “Tell us what you need, Captain.”

Penguin nods “We’re in.”

Bepo clenches his fist “We’ll get that fruit.”

Law looks at them, the family he’s built, the people who trust him without question.

“Set course,” he orders “We leave now.”

And for the first time since this nightmare started, there’s hope.

The ship cuts through the Grand Line’s turbulent waters, the Polar Tang moving faster than it has in weeks. There’s a sense of urgency now, an undercurrent of hope that the crew has never felt before.

Law is different. His usual calm, stoic nature is there, but there’s a fire behind his eyes, a purpose that drives every action. He barely sleeps, constantly working to map out the island, planning for the worst.

Every night, before he goes to bed, he checks on you. His hands are gentle, his gaze searching, but he says nothing. He only watches you breathe, listens to the soft rise and fall of your chest.

In those moments, you think he’s not sure if you’ll be there when he returns.

But when he talks about the cure, when he speaks of the Vita Vita no Mi, the miracle fruit, you see the fire again. Hope.

And for a while, you let yourself believe.

Days pass. The island is in sight.

Law stands at the bow of the ship, eyes fixed on the shore.

“Keep steady” he commands, his voice cold, calculated.

You’re on the deck, staring at the sky as the island draws nearer. You’ve grown weaker over the past few days. The disease is ravaging your body, and you can feel it. But you smile through it, just like you promised.

Bepo stays by your side, as always. The big polar bear mink is there, standing guard, just as loyal as ever. His presence is a small comfort to you, he’s worried, you can tell, but he never presses.

You want to get up, join the crew, help them find the cure, but Bepo gently guides you back down when you try to stand, his big paw resting on your shoulder.

Bepo says softly “Captain’s got this.”

Law approaches, his figure towering over you, the weight of his gaze unmistakable.

“I’m going with you,” you say, your voice light, teasing “No way I’m letting you get all the glory, Captain.”

He crouches in front of you, his eyes softer than they’ve been in days.

“You’re staying here with Bepo.”

You blink at him “You don’t trust me to keep up with you?”

He smiles, just barely. It’s small, fleeting, but it’s there.

“Stay here, please.” His voice is quiet, almost a plea.

You want to argue, but the look in his eyes stops you.

You smile at him, though the effort is exhausting “I’ll just be here… waiting.”

The crew disembarks, heading into the thick jungle, with Law leading the charge. The air is thick, the path winding and treacherous. It’s as though the island doesn’t want them to succeed. But they don’t stop.

The days blur together as they search, scouring every inch of the land, every forest, every cave. Law is relentless. The fruit is out there. He knows it. He can feel it.

And then a blast of sound cuts through the jungle, a distant rumble that echoes in the air. Law’s eyes widen, his body tensing. Without a word, he sprints while teleporting himself.

The crew follows quickly, but the jungle seems to twist itself around them, the path becoming harder and more dangerous as they go.

Law doesn’t care. He’s focused on one thing now: getting back to you.

You’re lying on the deck, growing weaker by the minute, your breath shallow. You know the end is near.

But Bepo stays with you, his warm presence a steady anchor. He’s the one who brings you water, who keeps you from slipping into a fevered daze. He’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, even as your body is slowly shutting down.

“Hang in there,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face “Captain will bring the cure back. I know he will.”

You want to reassure him, to tell him not to worry, but the words won’t come.

You reach for his paw weakly, and he holds your hand with surprising tenderness.

Hours pass. The night grows darker, and the crew has yet to return. The air is thick with tension.

Finally, the sound of heavy footsteps reaches the deck.

Law appears, drenched in sweat, his face hard but his eyes alive.

“Y/N…” His voice cracks as he kneels beside you, his hands immediately going to your face, checking for fever, your pulse.

“You found it?” you whisper, barely able to speak.

He nods, not trusting his voice. He opens his pack, pulling out the Vita Vita no Mi, the fruit wrapped carefully in cloth.

But before he can do anything, you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“Law… don’t…” You cough, a weak laugh escaping you “I don’t know if it’ll work… if it’s too late…”

“No,” he insists, his voice desperate “It will work. I won’t let you—”

“I just wanted to be with you,” you whisper, the words barely audible “I wanted to see you happy… with me.”

Bepo steps back, his heart heavy, but he’s still there, watching over you.

Law hesitates, his eyes locked on yours. The fruit still rests in his hand, but he can’t bring himself to do it—not yet.

“Please,” you whisper, weakly gripping his hand “Just stay… stay with me.”

He looks at you, the flicker of fear in his eyes, fear of losing you, the same fear he’s been running from since Corazon.

“I won’t leave you,” Law says softly “I promised, remember?”

The crew now waits in the background, hearts clenched in their chests. They don’t speak. They don’t breathe.

The night stretches on, heavy with anticipation. But nothing happens.

Law continues to hold the fruit, watching you closely, waiting for a sign, a flicker of hope. But you’ve grown so still. The seconds feel like hours, and when Law finally lifts the fruit to your lips, your eyes flicker open again, meeting his.

You smile, the faintest of smiles.

“I’m sorry for not being stronger…” You pause, each word coming with effort, but you press on “But you have to live, okay? You have to keep going. Don’t waste your life… Please… don’t waste it… for me.”

His eyes widen in shock, and a single tear slips down his cheek.

“I can’t lose you” he whispers, his voice breaking.

But you just smile faintly, your hand weakly squeezing his “Even if this won't work, I need you to know you already saved me… You gave me this life, this love. Now live it, for both of us.”

Your eyes flutter shut once more, and the world holds its breath.

[mirensiart]

How do you picture each of the Zelda’s personalities? I feel like some of them, most people agree on like how mostly everyone pictures Fable to be goofy and messes with Legend. Flora (obviously) being a nerd, Sun being super sweet, but like what about the others? I can see Dusk being cold and dark but also really funny! Same idea with Artemis! Love the art btw!

Hello!!! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy the art 💖

I feel like the zeldas with the most personality shown in their games are sun, flora, tetra, phantom (st!zelda) and echo (eow!zelda) obviously

The others aren't as fleshed out imo 🤔 so for the others my hc for each of them is like

Dot (mc! + fs!zelda): kinda rebellious and mischievous tbh 🤔 she does run out the castle to go to four's house for the minish festival without telling anyone and without any guards, four's grandpa is even like "princess please stop doing this" at her lmao she's also super excitable, running around the festival and trying out all the attractions lol she's just this small girl full of energy and whimsy

Lullaby (oot!zelda): i love her tbh i imagine her as this kind and super strong princess, who's a problem solver and would rather do stuff herself than let others do it, resourceful and intelligent, but with a strong air of sadness surrounding her, like no matter how much she smiles the smile doesn't reach her eyes. Very lonely as well, she hangs around the castle gardens a lot.

Dusk (tp!zelda): i love the idea that she's like, super funny and has a very special kind of humor, but her delivery is always monotone and flat, which takes people out and actually makes it even funnier lmao she's like this regal serious beautiful lady who will not hesitate to kill if necessary, but who will make a sarcastic remark out of nowhere or tell a joke with a super serious face, and no one knows if she's being serious or not (which is what amuses her the most tbh) she does this to twilight the moment they're back from the gerudo desert post game and he bursts out laughing so hard he clutches his stomach and she takes it as a lil victory cause seeing him so sad was breaking her heart.

Artemist (hw!zelda): strategic battle genius but also a huge gremlin lmao i like to picture her as a complete opposite to warriors cause it brings me joy, like if it were for her she'd put her hair in a messy bun, put on any armor and go, but she's forced to look "presentable" cause she's a princess and she hates it sm, wars takes like 2 hours to style his hair and put on eyeliner, meanwhile artemist would just wash her face put whatever on and leave for battle, her morning routine is like 5 mins, until impa catches her and forces her to go back and look "decent". She's excellent at politics and diplomacy and knows exactly what to say to manipulate the nobles to do what she wants, but deep down she just wishes she could smack everyone cause why are they all so annoying. Warriors once entered her tent without announcing himself and found her sprawled on the floor eating her food with her hands and her hair all over the place, and immediately left cause what the fuck

Aurora & Dawn (aol!zelda & loz!zelda): honestly haven't thought about them before 🤔 i just like the idea of having 2 zeldas at the same time and the chaos it'll bring, like it'd be super amusing. Aurora absolutely does the "back in my day we would walk miles in the snow to get to school" kinda comments to everything since she's like from 200 years in the past lmao i also see her as like super preppy and completely refusing to sleep, she does all nighters a lot. She slept for so long, she will not sleep until completely necessary!!!! Cue her going to the castle's kitchen for snacks at like 4am every day, the castle staff know her and ignore her at this point lol dawn & aurora are like that one meme with two people stumbling into each other and going "the person who wakes up at 6am vs the person who goes to sleep at 6am" lol

Fable (alttp/albw! zelda): really like her fanon interpretation, like her making fun of legend and teasing him is 10/10 no additions to her from me lol

[whatwouldeddiedo]

listen i get the urge to problematic away everything we don’t like in a story but i don’t think buck was so wasted he couldn’t consent. he very much straight up invited tommy to see his new place before tommy even mentioned it. he made his own decision there and he’s allowed to. my guy is in his mid thirties and if he needs to have an ill advised one night stand with an ex to make him realize who he really loves i think we need to let him do that without pearl clutching or trying to make a victim out of him. sometimes people just make ill advised decisions.

besides, if my dude hadn’t taken tommy back to his place and had sloppy sex, we would not be here. no one would have kickstarted his feelings realization. it was necessary for the story to cook and i don’t think we have to make buck some kind of victim for that to happen.

anyway. feels weird to have to say that grown men in their 30s can make bad choices without being taken advantage of but here we are. he more or less admits to maddie that he knew exactly what he was doing and made a conscious decision to do it and even *used tommy*.

this is not really defending tommy btw it’s defending buck bc he’s a grown man and not a kid. he’s not even the dumb 20-something he was when we met him. he wanted to forget his problems (eddie) and it was easy to jump on tommy and do that. there’s nothing actually wrong or inherently gross or inappropriate about a one night stand.

now, given bucks history, we know it’s unhealthy and bad for him but i think it’s really bold to assume tommy knows anything about all that since he barely knew buck didn’t like basketball and assumed he could make a joke about eddie leaving and it would land well, so i doubt buck ever told him about the therapist who took advantage of him or the way he used to use sex as a distraction. i think it’s clear from the fact that tommy thought they would just…get back together…that he had no idea that buck using him for a lil fun one night stand was even a possibility.

but i DO think this was another way to show us bucks growth and maturity that he immediately realized what he did - used tommy to get over eddie leaving, and i just think it’s a discredit to buck and what that’s meant to show for him to say he wasn’t able to make these decisions for himself and he was taken advantage of. idk if this even makes sense.

ruminating. thinking. i just think. [oliver stark voice] let buck fuck (even if it’s super ill advised and he’s gonna regret it later)

(in fact it’s even better if its ill advised because we need that feelings realization BAAAAABY)

[sillysceneid43]

i rlly liked the ponyboy x soc! reader hcs!! could you do the same but with dally? (and maybe include how the gang would react😁🙏)

Dallas Winston x Soc reader

(I love anything x Soc reader thank you for requesting :3)

Pinterest credits!:

Angle statue - GothicaandRoses xxgothicaxxandxxrosesxx

Angle statue on the right - Emanuel CR andytaker11

Dallas Winston / The Outsiders / Matt Dillon -

𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎👅💦 dime girl

no1miyagi_glazer

---------------------------------------------------------•♪• How you met

°Met at a part (that was hosted at bucks)

°you were with one of your soc friends and they left you (to make out)

°you were kinda in the corner just watching everything go on around you

°he saw you and asked said he would get a drink (on the house)

°When you guys started talking and it got to the point in the conversation he asked if you were a soc or a greaser

°When you told him you where a soc he was so surprised

°jaw dropped

"You! A soc? You play'in with me or sumthin?"

"What?," you swatted at his arm, a bit tipsy.

"Why you so surprised? Is it because I'm not dressed like one?"

•♪• Him asking you

°Yall just kinda became a thing

°You did ask him one day while y'all were in his bucks thunder bird

"So Dal," you hesitated, "are we like... together?"

He looked at you weirdly

"I mean considering we have made out about a billion times, yes doll."

•♪• After you asked him

°yall didn't talk for a day after that 💀

°like you thought it as awkward and he came to your window that night

You opened your window to see Dallas as he crawled in without a word, as you started to speak he cut your off

"Haven't heard from you all day, though yu' died."

"Well I'm not dead, it just felt really awkward after what I asked you yesterday."

"Huh? Why"

°he was so clueless on why you said that

°literally had no clue on why you would be awkward after that question 😭

°you guys talked it out though

•♪• What the gang thinks of you

Darry -

°Wasn't as surprised as you would think

°after being told what happened in the drive in he's just like "oh really? What's her name" to Dallas after he tells him

Soda -

°Iffy about you at first

°but once he realizes that you and him are actually for real and that your not like Sylvia he's chill

°asks you about the soc side of town a lot (Darry does the same)

Ponyboy & Johnny -

°both VERY skeptical with you at first

°ponyboy has seen you a few times around school but he hasn't pay much attention to you

°Johnny has seen you around school too, he kinda pays attention to you. He knows your friends with a few greaser at school and your nice to remotely everyone

°all in all Pony and Johnny learned to get used to you and Dallas

Two-Bit -

°Laughed at Dallas when he told him

°He convinced himself that Dally was joking with him until he saw you and Dal at the drive in

°he went up to you guys and Dallas introduced you guys to each other

Steve -

°Also thought Dallas was joking

°when he got told by everyone else he was dumb found

°though you would jump Ponyboy and fuck up his noes again 😭

Bonus!!

Cherry -

°at first she was like "Girl..."

°and then when you told her you guys where for real she was like "GIRL."

°She was kinda hurt you would date Dallas after what happened at the drive in

°You and her argued about it for a while

°you guys apologized

Marcia-

°Was happy for you! But also thought about him at the drive in but didn't tell you

°oh she DEFINITELY asked you if you could bring her to see Two-Bit one day

(We support Marcia x Two-Bit in this house 😾)

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A/N - I can also right short fic btw ;3

Thank you for requesting ۶ৎ

[fernesaul]

as an animator, I can never state enough how GOOD Rebels animation actually is.

I get that when you re used to super sharp jawlines and big eyes and conventionally attractive proportion on every characters from tcw, having a more organic, less defined look can be surprising when you jump to rebels

but but this is. SO. GOOD. Rebels animations has some issues, but the QUALITIES IT HAS!

( when I talk about problems I m mostly talking about the shading and lighting of the first season that is sometimes really grey-black and so feels a bit cheap )

but. This is genuinely a breathtaking work on other aspects ( and is resolved very fast on this problem too, giving us down the line drop-dead gorgeous shading work)

I already talked about the designs, but I de like to mention the utmost and absolutely care to the details there is in them, and the fact that everything is pretty well thought too. Those designs elements aren’t just here cause it looks good, but they re also here to give more material to the characters ( Sabine for exemple, or Zeb jumpsuits, or the tiny details like the color code of the crew that is never mentionned but is so freaking cool) ( by that i mean everyone wearing orange or green or both. This is so fucking clever. This is the phœnix squadron after all. )

there s also the huuuuge diversity in features, species ( a serie that doesnt shy away from having tons of non human characters CAUSE THEY CAN ), tons but also just basic shape of faces, nose, eyes. You could recognize any characters just by their facial features and that means a very good work on character design. ( btw I m not saying tcw doesnt have good designs, they are excellent in other or similar regards, but hey!)

And most importantly, THE thing that makes me adore Rebels animation more of any other sw series

The god damn. Expressivity. And liveliness of it all. oh god. every single characters gives you SO MUCH INFORMATION without saying a single word. Take Kallus for exemple, in some shots of Honorable Ones he passes through SO FUCKING MANY EMOTIONS that are left unsaid, and how do you know it ? The animation is just that good that you can catch small aborted start of expressions, thoughts, and everything. You can make the different between anger and frustration, between surprise and fear, between shame, self-consciousness and guilt

the liveliness of it all too ! Everyone is ALWAYS mooving, like their breathing oh swaying or whatever, never dead still

but not in an overwhelming way, in a actually pretty realistic way. Everyone is always moving around you but your eye knows where to focus. This is crazy it just feels like your in the room with them, this gives so much realness to the scene and characters. That also means that when you want to put attention to it, THERE S SO MUCH IN THE BACKGROUND TOO SOMETIMES ! Little interaction, jokes, anything

anyway, sorry for the long text and for the inevitable mistakes ( English isn’t my first language) but just …

REBELS ANIMATION GUYS !!!! and I have not even mentionned the props and the backgrounds. Holy fucking shit.

but yeah it’s the serie with the most « alive » characters I have ever seen.

( please Star Wars ditch live action sometimes )

I still don't understand the hate on rebels animation, I can understand on some of the characters like Yoda and Anakin for example but I think most of the characters design looked good especially the crew of the ghost.

[yuwuta]

roommate katsuki lore time: 

your job isn’t as physically demanding as that of a pro-hero, but it is equally, if not more time intensive. your friends often comment you seem dead on your feet way more often than they do, and you have to agree. so when you decide to scrounge up some extra money and hire a private chef, you think it’s the best decision you’ve made in a while. 

your friends would seem to agree—and some tease that maybe you should ask your guy if he can cater to izuku, too. except for katsuki, who seems appalled, betrayed, and disgruntled. it takes all but one week about you gushing over the meals your chef has prepped for you for katsuki to show up to your apartment in the middle of the day, while you’re at work, and the chef is in your kitchen, kindly ask him to leave forever, and get to work himself. when you come home, you’re confused and pissed when you realize katsuki has fired your saving grace, but the anger falls flat on your tongue when you’re interrupted by the blonde spoon-feeding you the most delicious bite of steak that you’ve ever had in your entire life. he’s way too smug watching you physically melt about the food, and ordering you to sit down and have a proper meal. 

he tries not to be endeared by your stuffed cheeks, but there’s a satisfaction brewing in him that he can’t quite place. all he knows is it won’t be taken away from him again; that’s why he flicks your forehead, throws a dish towel over his shoulder, and says, “make room for my shit here by the end of the week. and don’t complain when i put all your spoons together in one drawer,” before heading over to the sink to wash up. 

you don’t even get until the end of the week before katsuki is barreling into your apartment with boxes and clothes and, “this is what we call a stainless steel pan in the wild. ever seen one before?” prompting you to reach up and pinch his ear even as he cackles all the way to the kitchen. you suppose, in the end you can’t complain. you get to live with your best friend, you get free catering, free cleaning, and it takes you two months of living together to find out katsuki’s paid off your rent for the rest of the year, too. you know, what friends are for. 

[feketeribizli]

[onesidedradiostatic]

"alastor isn't canonically aroace" errrrm actually he told me he was himself sorry

also yes I edited this myself so some details below if anyone's curious (did this to challenge myself a bit but it didn't take too much effort)

edited in premiere pro, this is how the frankensteined audio and visual look together, even reordered, slowed down and stitched the different mouth movements together to fit the words

specific dialogue taken are:

Alastor: I'm afraid you've lost your signal.

Alastor: Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!

Alastor: When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run!

all from episode 2, basically what was compiled was "I'm air al ace" but air al sounded enough like aro to me so I just rolled with it LMAOOO

[ganondoodle]

Sorry ab the shitty English translations/localizations, it's bc they think that Americans won't get it otherwise (bc when we act stupid, we act REALLY stupid), our bad 💀

[tell-them-the-north-remembers]

Don't get me wrong, I hate Robert Baratheon as much as the next person, he is awful. That being said, his hatred of Targs is SO real. Like every time someone so much as says the word Targaryen he is like "Fuck them all" and that might be the most relatable thing I have found in the book as I am re-reading AGOT again.

[samgirlie-gn]

Dean shows up to Stanford unannounced and the little sister who left home a few years ago is now a not-so-little brother. Dean reacts badly. Of course he does. When Sam says "I was never your sister" Dean hears "I was never YOURS". Because if he got this fundamental thing wrong about Sam for all these years, it means he never really knew Sam the way he thought he did. As far as he's concerned he had Sammy memorized, every aspect of her personality noted down in his brain like a private religion, and Sam's telling him that all of that was wrong. He's losing Sam. He's losing the idea that he ever had Sam. It's all about ownership, his little sister belonging to him, and now he's having that essential part of his world challenged. Dean's response is denial - "this is a phase, she's just confused". Until eventually he has to reconcile the Samantha he knew with this Samuel who's come into his own as a man. He has to recognize that he did know Sam - because despite this missing piece being put into place, Sam is still Sam. And he has to realize that if he wants to have (or frankly, own) Sammy in the future he has to adjust. If he doesn't get his head out of his ass he'll lose him forever.

[catatonicsx]

all of you are wrong the mirrorball is not miles it's alex's "prize" for being famous & The Car, with all its introspection and self-reflection, functions as a goodbye album even if it isn't the arctic monkey's final one.

so basically. most if not all of the car is by alex TO alex (with notable exceptions). alex has never had a chance in his life to Not be famous- i mean, whatever people say i am was the fastest selling debut album in british history, and the bands' fame has only skyrocketed from there.

so alex, who has never not been famous, doesn’t know what his "prize" should be for going through all of it, he doesn't know what he should aspire to anymore. the mirrorball is some sort of consolation prize for going through so much. some vague thing he can Win once and for all, to say he deserved it.

for specific lyric analysis:

"don't get emotional, that aint like you"

an expectation of him imposed by an audience. more later.

"yesterday still leaking through the roof / but that's nothing new"

this sets up this album's theme of self-reflection. alex is acutely aware of his past and how he's changed. again, more later.

"i know i promised this is what i wouldn't do / but somehow giving it the old romantic fool / seems to better suit the mood"

i think this song, if not all of this album, is reflecting specificially on the audience's expectations of him around AM era (& after with tbhc, how he defied those expectations). he was a sex symbol, a "golden boy," the epitome of a romantic writer. after AM, he didn't want to do that anymore-- the "promise"-- but he's still an "old romantic fool."

"so if you wanna walk me to the car / you ought to know i'll have a heavy heart"

the car in this album comes up a lot (obviously, lol). i think the car is not a person. it's his escape from fame that he's after, his way out. but the fame is all he's ever known, and he's come to appreciate it, hence the heavy heart.

"so can we please be absolutely sure / that there's a mirrorball?"

the mirrorball is phrased like his reward for escaping that he'll get once he reaches the car. and i don't understand much beyond that, but i think it's nebulous on purpose. the mirrorball is what will make him feel okay, heal his "heavy heart." maybe it's a person, sure, but i think the important part is how he's itching to escape his fame.

"and how's that insatiable appetite / for the moment when you look them in the eyes / and say 'baby, it's been nice?'"

i've been stuck on this lyric for a while because of its romantic undertone with the "baby" and how it reads like the ending of a romantic partnership. but in context of him wanting an escape from the expectations and perceptions of an audience, i think it makes sense as the fantasy of saying goodbye to an audience once and for all. and this is def a fallacy although i'm not sure which one-- but doesn't he enjoy calling his audience at shows "baby?"

other rant which is probably incorrect or problematic in other ways because of how much intent it's attributing:

in the context of his alter egos, wouldn't it be fun to picture a mirrorball as the parts of his "fractured identity" making up a whole?

all the tiny pieces of mirror, all fracturing light slightly differently, making up one whole collective but fractured identity..,

[lightyearssurrogatedaddy]

Dream worries for Ink's safety, reasonably so, that flower's a trip.

[wildstar25]

What physical part(s) of Arsay does her partners find the most attractive! Is it the same for all partners or does it differ between them?

(also optional bonus ask of what part(s) of/about Arsay generally do they love the most, physical or not!)

Meanwhile, if you were to ask the same of Arsay:

[st4zia]

Marina, where are you?