#like not even in a mushy way. like yes it's mushy but also he's genuinely happy to do whatever she snippily asks him to

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

The thing with the whole "he's just not that into you/if you don't want me then you're not the one"/situationship problem is that a man will put up with SO MUCH for a woman he is truly in love with. They, or at least some of them, are hard wired to Commit. Our society kind of trains them out of it but if you see it happen it's just about impossible to convince yourself to put up with anything less than that (by which I mean a man who is looking to feel that might be, maybe, right to keep looking until he does, and a woman who's not getting that is right to call it quits)

[confettiibunny]

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴄs ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

Nanami editors on TikTok are cooking a little too hard and now they got me all soppy about him ☹️

🎀 Husband!Nanami who’s manages to quell every single one of your outbursts without letting the situation scale into an argument. His way of approaching any relationship issues is just so inexplicably healthy, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Whether you’re panicking, lashing out, or even crying he is present. Anything you have to say tumbles out of your mouth and when you’re done, his arms do all the talking as he tugs you close, rocking you back and forth in a soothing motion. All your emotions fizz away and you’re left a mushy mess in his arms, sniffling and nodding your head as he finally starts to talk you into calming down.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who is a big believer in spoiling you. Your hair is always glossy, your skin seems to glow from within, and your nails and clothes are nothing short but impeccable. But he also believes in spoiling you rotten with love. He has to hold you when it’s just you two alone, sitting you in his lap as his hands keep a reassuring grasp on your hips. And as you cling your arms around his neck and press your nose against his pulse, the world is quiet and peaceful and you feel like you’re falling in love all over again.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who is a sucker for feeling you scratch his back. It sounds a little strange but after a stressful day of work, all he wants is to strip down and flop onto the bed, knowing that you’ll always appear and give him what he wants. You insist on doing this anyways, settling your body on his lower back and raking your freshly manicured nails down his back to elicit rewarding little sounds from him. Low groans, gentle sighs, and cooes of “love you, baby” leave his lips and make their way to your ears, making you feel all fuzzy inside.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who lets you do makeup on him during his days off. Perched in his lap with him back against the headboard, you carefully curl his lashes before applying an even coat of mascara to his stubborn lashes. It’s not much makeup but it honestly suits him well; a cushion foundation, some concealer for his under eyes, and cheek and lip tint, and mascara. The fact your husband was so comfortable within his own skin and masculinity that you could doll him up so cutely made you giggle like a fool. And once you finish the everyday look, he’s so quick to ask about all the products and techniques you used with genuine care for what you have to say.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who slowly but surely becomes a biter. It all started when you tried to bite his cheeks while cuddling, only to pout when you nearly hit into his cheekbones. Of course he had to return to favor and nibbled on the squish of your cheeks, making you burst into laughter and squeals. From then on he’s expanded, leaving purplish love bites upon your chest and when you’re both feeling a little cheeky, on your collarbone and neck as well. It makes him flush with a little shame when he thinks about it, but the silent display of possessive affection never fails to leave him grinning like a child when he’s alone.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who has a photo of you everywhere and makes it known to anyone asking that yes, that lovely lady is his wife. His lock screen is a snapshot of your hands after a spa nail, pretty pink nails and a golden band that is your wedding ring. There's a small pic of you in his wallet from the times you were just starting to date, caught in a frenzied laughter after being told a joke. Ooh, and if anyone asks who you are after seeing such photos of you, he’ll say with all his chest “that’s my wife in these photos. I love her very much,” all while having a rare smile in public on his face.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who loves you like there’s no tomorrow. Who holds your hand everywhere outside and watches over you with critical eyes, glaring at anyone who even remotely gives you a strange look. He’s a man that drags out every kiss, a hand on your neck as he gently groans into your mouth. Who hugs you so tightly you feel like you’re about to burst at the seams, thick and burly forearms encircling your waist as you snuggle against his chest. This is where you belong, the both of you: nestled in each other in a heart-to-heart embrace.

[freshxsturniolo]

i want you there - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

REQUEST : Hey! Could you maybe do something about y!n and Chris going on vacation in like a lodge or something in the woods or mountains and just having the best time ever! (Also with nick, matt and Nate)

i hope this is okay!!! i had so many requests for more chris fluff too so i made this sweet and mushy 🥹

when chris had asked you to come on his boys trip, you had thought he was joking. you were flattered and happy enough to have been ask to go to boston with him in the fall, now becoming a loved member of his family due to being his girlfriend, but you were more than aware how important his trips away with his brothers and best friend, nate, truly was.

"you're joking" you said as you sat on the couch the night before, glass of wine in hand. he shrugged.

"no. why would i be joking?" he asked, his hand on your knee as you sat with your feet up, blanket over your knees as you were reading your book whilst he packed his bag for the following few days.

you sit your book down on the ledge of the couch at the same time mary-lou walks in, and she gives you a smile as she sees you both, which you return before looking back at chris.

"because your boys trips are like, your favourite weekends ever, are they not?" you say again, and chris gives you another shrug.

"okay?" he says, genuine confusion to his face at your question.

"well, i don't exactly want to intrude. have you spoke to the boys about it?" you ask now, and chris rolls his eyes.

"you're literally nicks favourite person, i wouldn't even need to ask. but yes, i did. and they're all okay with it. i want you there."

it was the 'i want you there' that had done it. you were planning to just spend a few days in boston by yourself, grab coffee in a morning and read your book in the park, come home and help mary-lou around the house. you genuinely had not considered going with them for their weekend away. but the look on chris' face made you want to melt, and so you smiled deeply and agreed.

so now you let out a deep sigh, stretching out your back as you place your bag down on the floor of the shared bedroom of yours and chris' for the next few days in the log cabin they had booked. it smelled like wood and pumpkins and it was absolutely perfect. four poster bed, bedside lamps illuminating a soft glow around the room. you could hear chris and the rest of the boys laughing away in the background before the door swung open, and chris' beautiful smiling face met yours. he shut the door, flung his bag down on the floor, and before you knew it he was running over to you, picking you up by the waist and spinning you in a circle.

"chris!" you half screamed, half laughed, before he eventually dropped you back down, his hands snaking to your hips as he pulled you into him, pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

"hi baby" he smiles. and you chuckle as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"hi" you smile.

it had been a long car journey and with only one stop, you were aching from head to toe. you were dying to get out in the late autumn afternoon sunset that was setting outside the windows and stretch your legs. you weren't sure if thats something the boys would want to do, but you were happy to go alone.

"i missed you" he whined, and you laughed.

"we just had a 4 hour car journey side by side." you said, and he leant forward and nuzzled his nose with yours.

"its not the same as being alone with you." he whined again, and you let out a chuckle as your hands came up to the back of his hair.

"you bought me on a boys trip, baby. what did you expect?"

he chuckles now, giving you another kiss before breaking contact, your hands sliding down his shoulders before dropping down to your sides.

"what you wanna do? we usually grab pizza and watch a movie on the first night."

you smile as you make your way to the bathroom, flicking on the light and looking over yourself in the mirror.

"that sounds good. i might go for a walk, stretch my leg. if thats okay?" you say as chris follows you in, wrapping his arms around your waist and looking at you through the reflection in the mirror.

"of course. let me tell the boys and we'll all go."

"i can go alone, it's okay!"

he spins you around now, pressing you against the sink.

"alone? when its almost dark? in a place you've never been. not a fucking chance, babe. let me tell the boys."

he doesn't let you say another word before he's gone, his voice echoing through the log cabin as you hear him call out the his brothers and nate. you don’t hear much else as you let out a soft chuckle, before slowing following him out the room.

your eyes meet nicks immediately.

“i was just coming to get you!” he says.

“you good?” you ask. nick smiles.

“yes. do you wanna go for a walk now?”

you sigh. “you boys really don’t have to come, i just feel stiff.”

nick rolls his eyes, walking behind you and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you forward slightly until you enter the kitchen, eyes meeting with nate and matt who give you a smile.

“we can scout out the lake, ready for fishing tomorrow” nate says to everyone in the group, and nick claps his hands on your shoulder.

“and me and you can sit far away in peace” nick says, and you turn to give him a laugh. that small peace of anxiety leaving you at their words. you hated to feel like you were intruding but it was so clear these boys appreciated and loved you as much as you did them.

an hour later, the sun is setting in the most beautiful space you’d ever seen. the lake was beautiful and the sun bounced off the water, all whilst you stood back and watched as the 4 boys in front of you laughed and joked away. you’d walked with them all equally on the way here, but standing back now you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them all. when nate and matt picked up rocks to skip across the water, you knew you’d be staying her for a while, so you found a piece of grass to perch yourself down on, pulling your phone out to take a photo of the scene in front of you. the soft orange glow, the water, the 4 best friends. it was so peaceful. but after a minute or so chris turned around, and the minute his eyes lay on yours he walked straight over.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, reaching you and holding out his hand. you took it, allowing him to help you stand up before he pulled you into his side. you smiled, wrapping your arm around his back and your other arm around his waist.

“i’m good. so good. this is beautiful.” you say, looking out at the sky once again.

chris doesn’t say anything, and you appreciate the comfortable silence between you both before matt turns around, ushering you over.

“come on, y/n.” he says, moving his hand in motion to get you to join him. you look up at chris, and he gives you a smile before pushing you forward slightly to go join his brother.

you spend the next half an hour skipping rocks, all four boys making light joke with you about being rubbish whilst also helping you out, before you take the walk back. you find yourself sandwich between nate and matt, as chris and nick walk behind, and by the time you reach your cabin, your cheeks hurt from laughing.

later that evening, after takeout pizza, you find yourself falling asleep in chris arms in the small armchair designed only for one. you’re squished in by his side, his arms around you as you lay your head on his shoulder. tiredness over comes you like a soft blanket, and before the 4 boys have even decided on a movie, you’re asleep.

you just catch the moment chris brings his lips to your ear though, and whispers a soft i love you.

[seramilla]

So fluffy idea Carmilla after a bad divorce decides she needs some time away so she books a long vacation for herself and the girls at a beach resort. While there she meets the manager of the resort Sera and they hit it off.

Carmilla had never wanted to put her girls through this. At one point in time, she had genuinely loved their father. But after years of neglect of his family, and finding solace at the bottom of a bottle, instead of the women in his life who loved him most, Carmilla had ultimately decided to divorce her husband.

It was long, and dirty, and brutal, and at the end of the process, Carmilla had given up more than she'd intended when all was said and done. She had kept the house, but half of her self-made fortune had gone to her husband; it had been the only way to get him to agree to give her full custody of Odette and Clara.

He'd made it clear he didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore. It was worth it to get him out of their hair. And after all that, she thinks she and the girls deserve a vacation.

Much to her surprise and delight, the first person to greet the Carmines at the beachside resort they'll be staying at, is a beautiful woman with hair like clouds and eyes like twin stars. She's...almost ethereal, in the way she looks at Carmilla. The woman is breathtaking.

She's also the owner of the resort, and is probably only being nice to Carmilla because she has to. Still...god-damn. Carmilla is patting herself on the back for making this absolutely correct choice of hotels for their vacation.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," the owner says, typing away at her computer all the while. "My name is Sera. I'll be your host during your stay. How can I help you today?"

"Umm...Carmine. Carmilla Carmine. I have a reservation for three."

Sera looks past Carmilla, seemingly noticing the two younger women behind her on their phones. Sera smiles, beaming at the oblivious teenagers as she pulls up Carmilla's reservation to confirm.

"Those are some lovely girls you have there. I have a younger sister about that age. Children are so wonderful. It's simply amazing to watch them grow!"

A pang of something soft and mushy pulls at Carmilla's heart at Sera's words. There's nothing that Carmilla loves more than her daughters...they are her prides and joy. The only good thing to come out of a marriage that was frankly doomed from the start. To hear this woman speak so highly of her sister...it tugs at Carmilla's maternal side like nothing ever has before.

"Yes," Carmilla says, a great deal of admiration coming through in her voice. "My girls mean everything to me. Even if they can be grumpy now and then."

Odette and Clara groan behind their mother, clearly done with her little comments about their demeanor. Carmilla and Sera laugh in unison. It's a little fun to get the girls riled up, now and then. It's only in good fun as their mother.

Sera takes the credit card from Carmilla that she'd used to make her reservation, and activates the little key cards they need to enter their suite for the next week of their stay. As she's giving the little envelope with the key cards to Carmilla, Sera's hand lingers against the other woman's for just a moment. It's a soft, barely-there touch, but there is a sense of intent and sincerity behind it.

Carmilla looks up at Sera, and the woman is blushing slightly. Carmilla is, too, if she's honest. Both women clear their throats awkwardly, and Sera smiles at her again, beaming.

Sera writes something on a piece of hotel stationary, and hands it to Carmilla directly. Carmilla looks down at the paper. It's a phone number.

"If there is anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable, please do not hesitate to let me know," Sera says. "That's my direct number. I will take care of anything you need personally."

Carmilla stares, maybe a bit too long...this woman had just given her a personal phone number. Not the one for the front desk. But her cell phone.

"Um...thank you, Sera! I most certainly will."

Carmilla hadn't exactly signed up for meeting a gorgeous, self-made woman who is so transparently into her while on this vacation. But it is not an unwelcome turn of events. Not in the least. She walks with the girls to the elevator in the lobby, with just a subtle skip to her step the entire way.

"That was so gross, Mom," Clara says, making a gagging motion with her finger in her mouth.

"Shut up, Clara," Odette says, coming to her mother's defense. "I think it's sweet! Mom was actually twitterpated!"

As the elevator dings upon the arrival to their floor, Carmilla ruffles both of her daughters' hair with her hands before stepping out. Once again, their ensuing double groan is adorable.

"I love you girls," Carmilla says. "But if either one of you ruins this for me, I will make the next week of your lives absolutely miserable."

[q18au8lt2op3idl]

A short fic

"Angel Dust &"

Episode 4 was great. I wrote this story with respect and with passion…! (Forgive my poor English translation.)

—

"Cut—--!"

—Oh, it should have been the call I've been waiting for, but I'm not happy at all.

Angel Dust thought vaguely.

The males above him got up and moved away. The too bright lights dimmed a little, and Valentino approached Angel, saying good job to the actors. Likewise, don't expect him to say, "Good job.”

"'Hmph, I'd say today's shoot was just about up to par, bitch rad actor. I hope you haven't forgotten that you still have some work to do."

"...... of course, Val."

The voice was scratchy and the speech was a little slurred. He's still on meds, but he thought 'I'll be more comfortable with that.'

"Then open up those loose crotches quickly."

Red eyes peeked out from behind those badass heart sunglasses. There is no way there is a bright red burning affection there, I know, but I can't look away, so Angel opens her legs as she is told, and out of the corner of her eye she sees his fluffy collar coat being tossed away.

The end of hours of work would be capped off in the arms of his master.

—I realize there is no love, no salvation, and yet I cannot escape its poison. I know that there is only my death by your poison.

"...... you're mine, you haven't forgotten, have you, scumbag?"

"...... yes, Valentino ......"

＊＊

The days clinging to Angel are still the same. The only difference is that the bar, which used to be a convenient bed accessory where he only went for a strong drink, has become a much more comfortable place than before.

"...... I don't know whether I want to be bored and discarded earlier or not,...... whether I hate it or love it, which is it really... ..."

　It is late at night in the Hasbin Hotel with the lights dimmed. Only the bar counter still glimmered with a warm light that enveloped Angel. Angel muttered as he plopped down on the counter.

"......hey, aren't you getting drunk too fast?　You're worn out again today, good job."

The owner of the low, eardrum-shaking voice quickly replaced the glass in front of Angel with a pointed nail. A moment ago, it would have contained Angel's favorite pink vodka. Now it must have been replaced with pink peach juice.

Angel opened one eye and saw Husk's fake-looking wings. Husk turned away and wiped his glass as if nothing had happened.

"Every day really sucks."

Then he pressed his cheek against the counter and mumbled.

"But when I see you, I'll probably think you're a little better."

"........... you drunken bastard."

Husk mutters after a pause.

—I'm not drunk, it's just an act you don't like, I'm fooling you.

Angel whispered to himself, covering his face with his arms to hide the smile on his lips.

He hasn't forgotten that night of drinking.

"We're BOTH losers."

"That's fine by me."

"A loser, but just maybe if we

Eat shit together, things will end up differently."

　

He wasn't even on drugs, but it was a time when he could genuinely say that he was a little high and having fun, not with false emotions.

After a few moments of reverie, Angel lifted his head with a start.

"Do you like me, by any chance?　Hey, I'm drunk......Hey, here's your chance, you can do whatever you want ......."

The reply was a cluck of the tongue.

Angel bowed his head again and got down on the counter.

ーI knew it, let's call this drunken nonsense.

"...... Yeah, you're still a drunk. You wake up and you don't remember anything. ...... You're still drunk enough to say that here. You're still not good enough."

Husk's loud sigh reaches Angel's ears.

"...... but well, you're doing your best. I don't hate that about you."

Husk stroked Angel's hair, enjoying the feel of it, and Angel almost jumped out of his skin, forgetting to pretend to be asleep.

－What is this mushy warmth in my chest, not because I hate that, but because I want to fuck, which is also different.

The party, Husk, gently draped a blanket over Angel's shoulders and began putting the glass away as if nothing had happened.

As he contemplated what to do next, Angel became really sleepy.

He thinks idly that it is not so bad, even though he will probably only be able to sleep for a little while anyway.

－Will there be a happy ending to the dream I am about to see? Surely there will be a happy ending? I don't think it's a waste of time to hope for that now.

Hey, Husk, I wonder if you will come to me in a dream with a happy ending.

That would be nice.

[theneighborhoodwatch]

uhhh wally/barnaby for the ship thing?? idk if you ship them im just guessing because youve rbed some art for it lmao

(send me a character/ship to hear my thoughts)

when or if I started shipping it: [friendly shrug that communicates absolutely nothing]

my thoughts: IT'S FUNNY, I... I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD FEEL WAY MORE STRONGLY ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP BEING ROMANTIC THAN I DO? especially considering that "eccentric and traumatized manic pixie nightmare guy obsessed with fulfilling some fictional archetype x his more cynical and worldly friend-slash-colleague who starts out supportive but eventually finds himself way out of his depth" was pretty much the Exact dynamic of the last ship i was invested enough in to call an otp. so far though, any moments they have together don't get much more out of me than "ooh, interesting, i wonder if/how that's gonna come into play later," or "oho, i think my friend who ships barnwally will get a kick out of this," or "aaaghghg fuck.... buddy comedy angst...." i think my thoughts on them right now can be best summarized as ... i am excited for when there is enough About them in canon to finally make me as emotional over them as i am about, like, franklydear or wally and home. but also even if their relationship is never explicitly or even implicitly romantic then i have more than enough reason to believe it will still be just as emotional and rich with Themes. TL;DR: i know they're gonna fuck me up Some day, but that hasn't happened yet.

What makes me happy about them: they genuinely like each other! i feel like with welcome home's whole Thing of its characters' predetermined roles coming into conflict with their reality it'd be really easy to have one of them secretly hate or resent the other from the get-go, but - no, wally trusts barnaby to always have an answer for what he's feeling or experiencing and barnaby is gentler and more upfront with wally than he is with almost any other character (although considering his general personality that may not be saying much HAHA.) it makes it a lot easier to get invested in them and subsequently dread what effect The Horrors will have on their relationship.

What makes me sad about them: so, like. wally probably knows why he and barnaby are friends to begin with, i.e. he probably knows that A Higher Power decided that they should be friends, and so it was done. the possibility that wally can exist beyond what his audience/creator(s) expect of him does not seem to have ever occurred to wally himself. what i'm getting at here, is that. wally may genuinely like being friends with barnaby, yes. but liking something because you chose to seek it out and liking something because you are under the impression that you will somehow cease to exist without it are Two Very Different Things, and the latter is. very dangerous for any kind of relationship. and, fuck, barnaby - if i was barnaby and i found out that that was how my best friend (who i may or may not be in love with) saw our friendship the whole time - if i found out that was the truth and i never noticed it? i would never be able to forgive myself. even if that friend ended up doing things that hurt me or other people or themselves and i was rightly upset with them for that, there would always be that little voice in the back of my head telling me that if i had just looked closer for two seconds i could have fixed it. i could have helped him. i could have shown him i was a real friend.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: i don't seek out WH fic all that often, but i remember when it first became a thing a lot of explicitly romantic barnaby/wally fic made barnaby a little too earnest/mushy for my liking? like yeah, he cares about wally and is gentle with him and everything, but he is also very quick to tease wally and to dress up pretty much everything he says in at least on layer of irony/clowning around. this pooch does NOT have the emotional self-awareness for the things you want him to say!! i also dislike when authors make another character (usually home or. howdy?) like, over-the-top abusive towards wally so barnaby has more incentive to get with him, but i just don't like character assassination/flanderization in general, so.

Things I look for in fanfic: honestly, just, like. more stuff that actually interacts with WH's canon. i feel like a lot of the stuff i see for them is either AU fic or smutty oneshots that don't do a whole lot to incorporate canon elements. which, like, do whatever you want forever, but i'm Starvin' over here.

My kinks: y'know i was gonna be like "teehee, wrong blog! you're not getting that here, silly!" but. i actually have no idea what kinks i would consider Only in the context of wallaby. uhhh. ask for my nsfw blog if you wanna hash that out i guess.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i'm very curious to see if canon is going to end up making a case for laughingstock. i don't know if it will but i think it would be very funny. as for wally... [looks at his relationship with home] uh. [looks at his relationship with W/the WHRP] umm. [looks at his relationship with the audience] fuck. maybe work on yourself a little bit before thinking about sharing your life with someone again, buddy.

My happily ever after for them: an animated music video set to on melancholy hill by gorillaz. it opens with wally sitting in front of home's burning remains at night, gazing mournfully into its eyes one last time. the only sound we hear is the crackling of the fire. we smash cut to black for a split second before the song begins to play, paired with the visual of wally driving down a long highway at sunset, in what is very clearly a hastily painted over mail truck that used to belong to eddie's post office. after the opening instrumental of the song, the footage alternates between three perspectives: wally traveling to his unknown destination, complete with all the hitchhiking, gas pumping, pit stopping, and otherwise less glamorous parts of road travel; the other neighbors trying to put their lives back together after The Bullshit, in particular following barnaby's melancholic point of view as he visits each one/attends their various get-togethers; and finally, the neighbors Braving The Horrors back in the day to fight for a life that best fits their needs rather than that of their long-dead makers. as the song begins to roll to a close, we see the mail truck pull up to an unfamiliar looking house, with a handful of neighbors hanging out on the porch and barnaby leaving out the front door to grab something. the entire scene takes place at sunset once again, meaning everything in is in silhouette. barnaby stops dead in his tracks when he sees the truck, and the others soon follow his gaze. wally opens the door and steps out, his body language hesitant as he takes one step towards barnaby. barnaby begins to walk towards him. we smash cut to black on the final note of the song. the end.

[bberetd]

Hey there! Since you also reblogged the post saying you want people to send you asks (actually I even reblogged it from you), here I am to ask you a question. A potentially very tough one. Ready?

If you had to pick only one (1!) favorite Mario character who would it be and why?

I'm just trying to get to know my mutuals a little better, y'know?

But most people seem to be using that 'send me asks' post as another opportunity to say mushy stuff to each other, so let me also do that! I'd like to remind you that I'm very glad that I'm following your blog. You're certainly a fun and kind person, and must say I like you very much 😀❤️ Thanks for always supporting my art, it really means a lot to me.

Also please teach me your ways to draw so fast, I just finally finished sketching my latest fanart today (yeah, that ambitious one) and it took embarrassingly long. And this one is supposed to have a proper lineart too💀

Oh, that reminds me: I'm really excited for your animations! Once I'm done with my current fanart, the next bigger fan project on my list is also one animation I've been thinking of, so I hope we'll be able to motivate each other a bit 😁👊

OH just oneeee? 😩

Whew, okay, well... while Daisy has a huge place in my heart (especially lately, as you can tell 😹), my all-time favorite will always be Luigi.

See, the funny thing is that I hardly cared for him before the movie, and even a little after I watched the movie. My first favorite Mario character was actually Rosalina when SMG came out, because I was SO obsessed with space when I was younger (and still kinda am), and blue was and is my favorite color (such a deep reason, right? :P)

I always tend to lean towards the underdogs of a franchise, yet I don't remember the exact moment that drew me to him. There were just a bunch of edits and videos of him flooding all of my social media pages when the movie hype was still fresh, and I guess one day I decided, "yup. that's my guy."

I think the moment that really solidified my love for him was when I replayed Luigi's Mansion (I kiiinda played it before, but I was 4 and just pressing buttons lol... it's strangely a core memory for me). His bravery throughout the game despite his evident fears and anxieties is just... so inspiring and real to me, genuinely. And a little bit of him shone through his commentary of some of the objects throughout the mansion, which was also endearing 😆 The game gets creepier the deeper I think about it, and I just can't help but give him more flowers for going through it three different times!

plus, he's just so happy and awkward and silly. how could you not love him?!

But in short, he's my favorite because he's relatable to me, and I find his little quirks adorable and endearing.

yet despite all that, he knows when to lock tf IN. that's my hero <3

anywhoooo...

Mugi!!! I couldn't be any happier that we're friends and moots! You've blessed my timeline with your gorgeously detailed art and commentary, and I'm so grateful you support my art just as much ♥️♥️ I admire and like you very much as well, you're amazing <3

as for quick art, basically-

and thank you!! the animation might take longer because classes start tomorrow for me, and year 3 of uni is definitely gonna be more challenging and, er, expensive. 🫠 Hopefully I'll learn to manage my time better so I can make decent progress every day, but I do know where I want to go with the animation. Big yes to motivating each other!! I know that ambitious art will be PHENOMENAL when it's dropped, and I can't wait to see your style in motion! :))

[divine-misfortune]

Mushy May, day 5. Personal grooming.

Rating: Everyone

Pairing: Rain & Copia

Words: 693

Summary: Personal upkeep can slip through the cracks when there’s so much thrust onto someone at once. The Cardinal does what he can to make it easier.

“Sit.” 

Rain could have curled in on himself from the sharp edge of the Cardinal’s tone but instead he slunk into the bathroom and sat himself on the seemingly precarious wooden stool in the middle of the room. It creaked under his weight. He folded his hands in his lap and subtly began to pick at a loose thread on his knee.

“You don’t need to-“ he started to whisper, throat dry. 

“Ah, but I do, pioggia…I can’t have my ghouls walking around in such disarray. It reflects poorly on me, but also you seem to be in need of the help.” 

Needles of cold shame pricked up his spine as Copia attempted to run his fingers through the water ghoul’s hair. A sharp tug on his scalp earns a wince as the man snags against a knot. Copia makes a soft and apologetic sound. In the mirror, Rain could see his brow furrow as he assessed the rats nest in front of him. 

It was the burn of humiliation in his cheeks that dragged Rain’s gaze to the tile floor. 

The time he’d spent topside had not been easy. He was run ragged, pulled every which way. Everywhere he looked, there was a new expectation to meet. The poor water ghoul was dead on his feet before the days could even come to a conclusion. It was exhausting, it was scary, and he couldn’t keep up. 

To say he felt inadequate was an understatement, the space he’d been set to fill was impossibly big despite the previous bassist being, well…Not very big. It was daunting. He wanted to crawl back to the pits and stay there where he couldn’t prove to be a disappointment. Most nights, he could barely bring himself to eat his dinner. Trying to care for himself was the last thing on his mind. It was all precious time he could be using to learn the instrument they’d thrust upon him. 

“I’ve noticed” Copia began as he retrieved something from the cabinet above the toilet “you haven’t been very present, during practice, meals, mass.” Rain braced himself for a lecture, a warning. “This has been hard on you, no?” 

“This?”

“Your summoning, your new place,” the man gestured vaguely with one hand as he returned to the place behind him. Rain looked up at the mirror to watch Copia. “There is much to adjust to, I know. Take me for instance, this is all new to me as well.” He took a comb and began to work at a particular knot in his hair as gently as he could, Rain knew it wouldn’t be pleasant. “I cannot say this has come easy to me either.”

“But you make it look…I don’t know, like, easy.” Rain said through grit teeth as Copia tugged a little too hard.

“I will let you in on a secret, ghoul…It’s all pretending. None of this is easy. You never got to see any of the Papa’s in their prime, but they left quite the shoes to fill. I could never hope to be them, so I instead hope to be me.”

“I don’t - Fuck! Ow!” He yelped and jerked away, reaching to rub at his poor abused scalp. “I don’t get why you’re telling me this.” 

“Because, we are both confused of our place here and that’s okay. But I’m afraid that allowing yourself to fall into despair because of that fact, is not. It won’t always be this formidable, and if it is, it is not something you have to stomach in silence.”

Rain ran his tongue over the inside of his teeth and looked back down to his hands. Copia’s eyes were kind, his voice was genuine, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“I mean…Yeah but,”

“Then continue to trust me. You must only have faith in Satanas, me, and yourself or none of it means a thing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Cardinal.” 

“Very good, now sit still. This is…” He gave another tug at a snag, “going to take some time.” 

[emptystove]

The Long Con - Ch 4

One Piece Fanfic (Romance/Drama/Suspense)

Pairing: Nami x Law

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

Chapter Summary: The Celebration of Germa brings new friends and experiences when Nami takes an unprecedented risk.

Posted to AO3, FanFiction, and Wattpad under HortyCord.

Chapter 4 - The Game

Law traced his fingers idly over the hilt of his sword as he mulled over the information he received. Nami had just recounted her visit to the Vinsmoke Manor in great detail.

"So," Law finally spoke. "You beat Niji at pool three times straight?"

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"After everything I told you, that's your question?!"

Law ignored her and continued. "You told him you thought he let you win, but he didn't, right? How did you win?"

"You realize he snapped his brother's arm like a twig and acted like it was nothing right? You heard that part of the story?"

Law let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes. That part was clear, confirming what we already suspected. Niji has considerable strength and speed. His and the others' reactions to the event are also clear. The violent outburst directed at Yonji wasn't surprising or out of character from their perspective."

Nami folded her arms across her chest, annoyed but listening.

"Niji has enhancements. We know some of them, but there could be more. I need to know why he lost to you at pool."

Nami softened as she started to understand what he was really asking. "Same as the bar. I'm quite skilled, but I also distracted him when he started doing well. He was good, but not any better than a well practiced regular person. And if the alcohol affected him, he didn't show it."

"You don't seem too affected by the alcohol either. Maybe it wasn't as strong as you thought."

"I can drink fishmen under the table." She waved off his implication. "The scotch was strong enough."

"So strength and speed are enhanced, strong alcohol tolerance, not necessarily improved dexterity or perception though." Law hummed thoughtfully. "That's good for us."

"Yeah, until they decide to turn that strength and speed on one of us."

"I don't think we're in any danger for now. If everything you told me is true, they appear to be quite taken with you already. You were good enough at manipulating them to get all that information and an invitation for both of us to go back."

Nami crinkled her nose and pursed her lips. "Yeah, but I'd rather not have to continue that kind of manipulation. I only got him to agree to include you by kissing him and running away before he could realize what happened."

Law raised his brow and looked directly at her for the first time since their conversation began.

"On the cheek you pervert!" She grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen and tossed it at his head.

Law caught the fruit and grinned.

"Anyway, I doubt that kind of thing would work twice... and I have no intention of going further with that kind of distraction."

"Fair enough," Law said casually as he bit into the apple. The way she grasped her own arms let him know she was serious. Even though she was unapologetic about using her looks to get what she wanted, she had limits she definitely did not want to cross, and she was worried that those limits would be tested.

"You did good tonight, you know. And I'll be with you every step of the way on Saturday."

She looked back at him, cautious but grateful.

"I bought something for you while you were gone." The amount she perked up after hearing that made him genuinely laugh. "Don't get too excited, Nami-ya. It isn't clothes or jewelry."

Law pulled out a small box from a shopping bag under the table. He opened the box to reveal two Baby Den Den Mushi. "They can't broadcast far, but you should be able to reach me from anywhere on the island if you need to."

Nami reached out and took one of the pair. "Normally I prefer diamonds, but I have to admit this is not a bad gift."

Law flashed a lazy grin at her approval. "We should come up with a code word. Something to use to let the other know we're in trouble if someone else is listening."

Nami hummed as her gaze fell to the fruit bowl. "Mikans."

"Mikans?"

Nami smiled to herself. "I grew up on a Mikan grove."

When she didn't elaborate, Law asked, "In the house smaller than your bedroom?"

Nami rolled her eyes but didn't lose her smile. "That's the one."

"Mikans it is." He could tell she didn't want to go into it any further. Although he was intrigued, he wasn't going to push it. "Now that that's settled, let's take it from the top again. I don't want to miss any details."

Nami groaned, "You may not ever sleep but that doesn't mean other people shouldn't either."

*****

Saturday came before they knew it. It was mid morning by the time they were ready to head to the celebration. Nami was feeling confident after she successfully convinced Law to leave his nodachi at the apartment. In the last few days, they found out from the locals that the celebration was more akin to a carnival than anything else. Whatever games and entertainment awaited them, it was very unlikely that it would warrant a sword. Not to mention, Law was playing the part of a doctor on sabbatical. She appreciated that he wanted to be prepared but the large weapon would only raise questions they weren't prepared to answer.

To both of their surprise, a car identical to the one that brought Nami home from her last visit to the Vinsmokes' was waiting for them outside the apartment.

"Ah! Miss Nami." A man in a stuffy black suit too warm for the sunny weather jumped out of the driver's seat to open the back door and bow. "Master Niji is most looking forward to your visit. He wanted you to know that he takes care of his guests' every want and need, especially, uh," the man hesitated and cleared his throat before reciting his prepared statement, "especially compared to lesser princes."

Nami snorted at the remark. Niji couldn't help trying to make Yonji look bad, even when he wasn't around to gloat about it.

Law leaned down to whisper in Nami's ear, "You gave him our address?"

"Of course not," She whispered back harshly at the accusation. "He sent me home with a driver last time. They must have given him the address they dropped me off at."

Brushing away the unsettling feeling that came with that realization, the pair climbed into the car. They made good time as the city streets seemed quieter than usual. As they got closer and the manor came into view, Nami realized that it was because almost everyone in town was attending the event.

The celebration of Germa was huge. There were swarms of people walking and gathering around pop-up shops and wooden stands for a hundred yards before reaching the gates of the manor. The car drove slowly up the path, giving Nami and Law a view of the carnival-type games and local food vendors within the various booths. The gates to the manor were wide open, but a large security detail at the perimeter made it clear not everyone at the celebration was permitted inside. The scene inside the main gates was an elevated version of what was outside. Larger, more elaborate booths with fancier food and merchandise lined the grounds. A grand table sat on an even grander platform at the center of the manor's front garden.

Nami and Law exited the car and began walking about to view the festivities more closely. They didn't get far before two security guards stopped them. They were instructed to follow the guards immediately, bringing them in front of the elevated platform. Yonji, Niji, and Ichiji all sat on the same side of the table chatting and sipping wine.

"Announcing Miss Nami and-" the guard paused to glance from the princes to Law and back uncertainly, "and her brother."

Yonji and Ichiji shared a mild look of surprise while Niji jumped from his seat and clasped his hands together. "Right on time!" It was clear that he failed to inform his brothers of today's guests prior to the event as he relished in their confusion.

Nami and Law were all but pushed up the steps onto the platform as Niji walked to the edge to meet them. He grabbed one of her hands and held it out to the side, making her strike a pose as he took in the sight of her. "You look fantastic." He moved her arm, prompting her to spin, making the bottom of her blue mini dress float up and out before falling to her thighs again.

"You're too kind, my prince!" Nami smiled brightly and motioned to the bored man next to her. "This is my brother, Law. Law, this is Niji, Yonji, and Ichiji." She motioned to each one as she spoke their name.

"Pleasure to meet you." Law barely hid the sarcasm in his voice, though no one seemed to notice. Niji gave Yonji a knowing grin as his brother stared daggers at him in return, and Ichiji was more interested in his wine than whatever was happening around him.

The other brothers stood from their chairs in ceremony as Niji led the pair to their seats at the table. Nami paused in front of Yonji to address him.

"It's good to see you again," she said sweetly, and Yonji returned the look slightly surprised. "I have to apologize though. I didn't have time to thank you before I had to leave. It really was great night."

He softened immediately. "Erm, of course it was," Yonji mumbled as his voice caught in his throat slightly as her hand touched his arm briefly.

Yonji's own hand twitched as he began to reach for her, but she was gone in a flash, gliding elegantly to her empty seat on the other side of Niji.

Law fought hard not to smirk. She was good at this. She was better than he realized. Nami had diffused the situation before it began. She made sure whatever anger Yonji may have, it wasn't toward her. She did this without slighting Niji, and she did it within only a few minutes of interacting with them. What had impressed him most though wasn't so obvious. She touched Yonji's arm. The arm that was broken in front of her just a few days ago. For a normal person, that type of break would take weeks, maybe months to fully heal. Yonji wasn't wearing any sort of cast, and her touch made it clear that the arm wasn't even tender.

Law took the seat next to Nami at the far end of the table, and the day of celebration continued. Nami played her part perfectly. She was endearing and attentive. She even told a few stories she had learned from a friend she made during her travels. When Law dared to glance at her, he was greeted with the warmest smile he'd ever seen. He couldn't stop himself from smiling back as he felt a slight tightening in his chest. It was enough to make him momentarily forget the whole reason they were there. He quickly settled himself down, understanding it was part of her act. He couldn't let himself get distracted. Even though they were already outside, he needed to get some air.

Law muttered something about relieving himself and left the table. He began to walk. He walked until her smile faded from his mind, replaced with thoughts of Dressrosa. He focused hard on the bigger picture, the culmination of his plans, and he day dreamed of running his nodachi through the heart of the man he hated most in this world. He took a deep breath and lounged underneath a tree near the fence on the far side of the manor.

A raised voice to his left caught Law's attention. A merchant stood next to his food stand. A tray of rice filled bowls lay broken on the ground at his feet. The man was shouting at a white ball of fur next to the smashed meals on the grass. Law spotted a hint of metal behind the white fur, and his stomach dropped as he realized what he was looking at.

He nearly jumped when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. His head jerked around to see Nami kneeling down next to him.

"You've been gone a while." Nami gave him a small smile.

"I doubt anyone at that table noticed," he replied.

"One person noticed."

"Niji missed me that much?"

"Well, I did tell him you were the fun one between the two of us."

"You told him that?" He smiled.

"Yeah, I lied," she teased, and they both chuckled.

His smile faded as his gaze fell back upon the ball of fur struggling to pick up the broken lunches.

Nami took noticed and followed his gaze. A small mink polar bear slowly picked up shattered dishes and food off the ground. He stopped briefly to run his paw under the metal collar on his neck as the food vendor pointed his finger at the cub mumbling curses under his breath.

"I thought they outlawed slavery in this part of the world" she stated.

"They did. Though nothing is illegal if you line the right pockets."

Law's face took on a look of sadness far deeper than the scene they were watching. She wanted to ask what he was thinking but decided against it.

"I've never actually seen a mink before. I've only read about them." She looked at him, but his gaze held on the bear.

"My best friend is a mink." He said after a few moments.

"Really?" Nami was genuinely surprised.

"Yeah." He showed the faintest hint of a smile.

"How does a crime lord's doctor become best friends a mink?" She asked playfully.

"We met when he was just a few years older than him." He motioned to the cub, now carrying the ruined food to the trash. "His name is Bepo. He's a polar bear as well."

Nami opened her mouth to speak but something stopped her. She was interested to know more, but wondered if she should. He was a criminal working for someone willing to partner with Arlong. In their time on Germa, it was easy to forget that fact. He didn't act like any of the other criminals she knew. He was methodical and cunning, but something told her he had a softer side she had yet to see.

To Nami's surprise, Law continued. "We met on Swallow Island. He was only 8 years old, alone after having to leave his homeland. I guess I saw a bit of myself in him."

Nami held her breath and waited quietly for him to continue, as if any sound or movement might stop this sudden admission.

"He actually practices cartography, too. His maps aren't nearly as good as yours, but he's no amateur," Law turned to look at Nami. "I think you'd like him."

She couldn't help but smile brightly, a light blush grew across her cheeks at the compliment. "I can't wait to meet him."

"It's been a long time since I've seen him, and I doubt I'll be back with him again any time soon." Law gave her a sad smile. "It's too bad though. I know he'd like you as well."

It was unexpected and a bit confusing to Nami. There was so much she didn't know about Law. She had no reason to trust him. She shouldn't trust him. Something in the way he spoke about Bepo convinced her he was telling the truth. There was no lie in his eyes. His softer side was showing, and she felt compelled to nurture it.

An idea formed in her head almost immediately, and she grabbed Law's hand, taking him up and back toward the table that he so eagerly had fled.

"Nami-ya, what are you-"

"Do you trust me?" She cut him off.

"Not particularly."

She gave him a pout, sticking out her bottom lip, and that was all it took for him to concede.

*****

"There you are," Niji called out as Nami and Law returned to their seats. "I was worried we'd die of boredom without you."

"Well, we definitely can't have that." She smiled and her hand traced along his shoulder gently as she sat down.

Law looked out at the celebration activities. He forced a lazy and careless demeanor, but inside he was eagerly waiting to see what Nami was planning.

"You know," she began, "you'd be less bored if we participated in some of the games."

Niji scoffed. There were a number of vendors who set up carnival-style games in their booths, but most were beyond the manor gates.

"Hustle in bars all you want on your time Nami, but you're here as a royal guest." Yonji pointed out.

"We can't have you consorting with peasants when you're with me." Niji added, sliding his hand on her knee.

Nami hummed and placed a finger to her chin. "Then we'll just have to make up our own game." She smiled wide as both men turned to look at her.

"Do you have something in mind?" Yonji asked, likely interested in a chance to get back at Niji for breaking his arm the other night.

"On my walk, I spotted a prize I very much desire. But.." She trailed off and shook her head. "I doubt anyone would be able to win something that isn't for sale."

Even Ichiji turned his head to give Nami his full attention after that comment. They all looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate.

"Oh, alright. The rice vendor down the path there had a very interesting servant in his employ." She motioned toward the area around the far side of the manor.

"You want a servant?" Yonji furrowed his brows.

"I don't want any servant. I want his servant. He's a mink cub."

A wave of realization washed over the brothers' faces. When she said servant, she meant slave. The Vinsmokes did not keep slaves in chains on their property, but the servants in their employ were basically treated as slaves without the unsightly metal collar. It was clear that they allowed others to own them as long as they didn't cause trouble.

"You want a mink?" Niji asked.

"No, I want that mink." She could see them hesitate. It was rare for anyone common born to desire a slave. "If I'm going to be spending more time with any of you, I'll need some help taking care of personal things. Someone younger would be easier to train, and that little fur-ball all but stole my heart already."

She saw the men consider her words. She batted her eyelashes and added a pout for good measure, but she could see they still hesitated.

"And how is this a game exactly?" Ichiji finally chimed in.

Nami smiled wide again and clasped her hands together. "Whoever gives me the bear will win a gift from me. Let's call it a favor to be determined by the winner."

Niji and Yonji looked at each other. They immediately started talking at the same time, arguing about who deserved to be the one to claim the bear. Ichiji rolled his eyes and left the table. Nami sipped her wine and sent a playful look toward Law.

He wasn't sure how he felt about this plan. He had opened up to her only slightly about his past, and her first instinct was to do something kind for him. Or was this favor a way to get closer again to their overall goal in Germa? No, there were other means to continue without giving anything up herself. She confided in him that she was very against getting physical with any of these men if she didn't have to. Seeing the younger brothers salivate over her all morning made him worry that this favor would put her in danger of that. She wanted to help him, to do something kind for him, even at her own risk.

Niji and Yonji were still arguing, this time about how they could decide which of the two would win the cub for her. It looked like the decision was they would bare knuckle box to determine the winner, but before they could even agree, a throat cleared loudly behind Nami.

All four of them turned back in surprise. Ichiji stood on the ground behind the raised platform, his face devoid of any emotions, holding the mink cub in his arms.

Nami gaped at the man for a moment before composing herself. She clapped in praise, then leaped down to greet him. He gingerly handed her the bear and then held out the key to his collar. Nami smiled brightly up at Ichiji in thanks, struggling to find the words she said, "How- er, thank you!"

Ichiji turned stoically to Law, taking him off guard with the sudden attention. It was the first time any of the brothers looked directly at him that day. "You are a doctor, yes?"

Law nodded warily.

"Good. You will check this over for injuries. I do not want my gift failing to meet Nami's expectations." Ichiji stated plainly, gestured to the cub in Nami's arms.

Law casually dropped himself down off the platform to join them on the ground. Nami wordlessly handed him the bear, hoping Ichiji's request was just a formality and not based on any actually abuse the cub may have received. As soon as her hands were empty, she turned back to Ichiji and smiled again.

"So." She was searching his face desperately for any indication of what he was feeling, but she found none. "You win. What favor can I give my new hero?"

"Come with me." He did not answer her but held out his arm for her to take.

Niji and Yonji shared a glance that Law didn't miss. It was quick, but he was sure there was a bit of concern mixed with the obvious annoyance. He thought he saw the slightest hesitation in Nami before she happily took Ichiji's arm and began walking in pace with him. Law watched as they made their way across the lawn and driveway to enter the manor. He looked back to the remaining brothers, hoping to glean any other information about what might await her inside. They gave him none. They had already returned their attention to the celebration, motioning for their cups to be refilled with wine.

Law looked back to the manor once more before looking down at the cub in his arms. He realized then that the cub was shaking. He carried him a ways away from the brothers where he rested the bear under a tree to begin examining him.

"My name is Trafalgar Law. I know you are scared, but everything is going to be ok." He gave the mink a delicate scratch behind the ears. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

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[homeboi-corn]

🌟 LONG POST AHEAD

gonna be rambling abt my valo ot4 dynamics under the cut :3 feel free to read if ur bored or smth

It's also a follow up to this first post I have of them <33!!

phoenix and gekko have a lot of things in common, like loving their moms, having so many healthy hobbies, they're both pretty peppy and optimistic! And they almost literally share the same tastes in fashion and shoes!! they would totes be best friends at first sight and hype each other up so much it's crazy. Oh! And they can be LOUD. Asides from being loud I also think that as a couple these two could get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 but that's a story for another time. AND MY GOSH I just love thinking about how gekko is a fucking champion at killing phoenix's cool guy persona (he half loves-hate that gekko could do that)— it is also obligatory that I mention that the word 'bro' gets thrown around a lot followed by actions with intentional and 100% homo I mean seriously how could they not

gekko and iso are adorable, just two dorks dorking it out. An introvert and extrovert situation if you will! gekko kind of took it upon himself to make sure iso kinda eases up when he first joined the protocol even tho gekko only joined recently too. iso had his doubts abt the guy but he loved the way gekko was just having a ton of fun and living life and iso thinks it isn't so bad to be doing that too at times:) I just think they'd be so fluffy with each other and soooo sooo mushy URGHHH they're the epitome of tooth-rooting fluff.... Also flustered (like tomato-faced) iso everytime gekko hits him with some smooth ass moves it's just crazy I love them </3 (yes, gekko can also kill this guy's cool guy persona, but iso can hold up longer than phoenix can lmao)

iso and phoenix are unexpected but I can totally see a dynamic between them too! Nonchalant, go-with-the-flow iso and overdramatic, theater kid phoenix. But like the way their personalities kind of clash is so good to me because they'd also be good rivals (bec at this point phoenix kind of just challenges everyone) and like iso HUMBLES his ass and it was strangely attractive to phoenix; and also bec iso is just so nice abt it too. they'd have a really good "friendly rivals-to friends-to lovers" arc me thinks. Also also there's no way they didn't have any sort of amount of sexual tension when they first met 😭😭 (phoenix just kind of has that effect on people). IT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY to think that phoenix did also try flirting with iso and the man did not get it at first and phoenix thought he was just bad or simply looked uncool in front of iso, until iso finally realized he was flirting, got really flustered too and just let it happen because he genuinely does enjoy phoenix's company <33

gekko and clove ARE JUST THE DUO EVER. I MEAN. clove's gremlin personality really compliments gekko's outgoing vibes y'know?? and like gekko kinda feels like the type to know how to ground them since sometimes clove's energy gets too chaotic. they're sooo cutesy friends to lovers too..... AND AND clove canonically loves gekko's lil guys so ?!?! Do I really need to elaborate that much on them I just love them sm they're great and I love their color palettes together < 3 oh and gekko would totally agree when clove would suggest they get matching silly frog tattoos and gekko's just like "erm hollon let me look for an empty space where everyone could see it!" ++ these two have either the worst or the best humor combined and like it's so, so bad sometimes that they're kind of considered a menace when together

clove and iso are so PRETTY??? LIKE TOGETHER AND INDIVIDUALLY. clove likes to think so too. in a way, I think their gist is like, Iso's used to being the one giving compliments but when he gets them he gets kind flustered and just says a quiet thank you like uesghfgavaa?!?! And clove loves showering him with those and most of the time they're naturally in awe of Iso's flawlessness! I also think they'd love to just launch themselves on iso at random cuz the guy looks cuddly what can I say and he catches them with ease :') their height difference is adorable too holy shit. Iso would also send clove funny cute cat pics and insta reels and it's also in line with clove's humor and that surprises them bec iso doesn't seem like the person to have humor at all when this bitch almost has the same gen z humor as gekko and clove (😭literally have u heard his voicelines

phoenix and clove makes so much sense cuz they would totally bond over the fact that they're both technically immortal and isn't that so fun?!? theyd be so much fun, they're like the life of parties. There would be some banter here and there but it's all lighthearted and so </33 clove would climb on phoenix and phoenix would also run around playfully trying to shake them off him. they're like a bunch of puppies (gekko would run around with them too) NOT ONLY THAT i genuinely think clove would think phoenix's acting would be so cool and actually very impressive cuz the man is so expressive. clove decided that phoenix could utilize that acting in DnD (like maybe LARPING) and phoenix is fucking down for it y'know?? i also like to think clove is just one if the most prettiest people phoenix has seen and phoenix has seen so much already in his lifetime. I genuinely think he wants and feels a closer bond towards clove because of how they both technically can't die and neither know if it's a good or a bad thing (but they mostly take it as a good thing+ good angst material 🤯)

As an OT4, all I could think about is how they could easily be mistaken for a friend group, until gekko starts kissing iso, and clove also starts kissing iso, then gekko moved on to phoenix and as he kisses him back phoenix also needs to give iso a kiss. They're all very comfy, and just chill, a good amount of PDA and they're open and vocal about their relationship! When you see them around, it's really either just 2/4 of the polycule. Oh and it's not that hard to hang out with their friends because admittedly they all just have the same friends (#jett is their designated fifth wheel). I'll also just attach an "understand my ship in 5mins meme" down here so it'll narrow down some basic stuff abt em <33

*I forgot to change it but I actually hc phoenix to be around 21-22 but 20's fine too :DD

this is lowkey also a preach post and I finally wanted to follow up the first art I posted of them :') I wish this made their dynamics a little more clearer and because I love them so much, it's a lil hard to put it into concise words, thanks for reading!!!

[yamatossideboob]

One Piece 1117 spoilers!

This week's philosophisings:

I fucking love Yamato hugging Daddy Cat, happy father's day son

So I did not cop this until I saw people raving about it but. Gin lives babes.

And he made it back to the New World with Dong Krieg and Pearl...

I'm genuinely stunned by this, I can't lie. Oda is stuffing in cameos from E V E R Y O N E.

This is so strange. On one hand I feel like I should be cross that Oda has not only cowarded out of ANOTHER character death, but the fact that 1) it's after 20 literal fucking years after we saw him last, which is genuinely just hilarious, and 2) its fucking GIN!!!!! OUR GUY FUCKING MADE IT!!! HE DEFIED THE GRIM REAPER BEFORE ZORO!!!!! DON GIN FOR LIFE BAYBEEEEEEEEE

also nice callback to the City of Gold myth from Skypiea

oh hi Saruyama lads

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Kujaku...

DRAKE??????????? glad you're alive I guess now you can do something interesting

SMOKER ON THE FUCKIN DUNE BUGGY ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN

This fella channeling the entire readership for what feels like months now

One inch closer to gtfo Egghead, real den den mushi pace to this escape manouvre lmao

Nusjuro is easily the scariest-looking of the Elders, the fucked up skeletaur form is just peak nightmare fuel. fuckin SMT shit

'Fishman Jiu-jutsu Piggyback' doesn't quite hit the same as 'Fastball Special' but FUCK if it doesn't otherwise tick those Hype Shit boxes, gwan Jimbei and Mosshead

Zoro stanboys creaming themselves reading this, power scalers succing themselves thru their jorts at this display

Fr though good on swordsman repelling a fucking Elder to let the crew have more time to flee, ditto Jimbei on the slick catch

also Zoro sword deemed significant somehow woowee

shit, what are the chances we get another crew split a la Whole Cake? Doubt it at this late stage buttttttttt

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah (thats Luffy yellin)

the Giants delight in their carnage yay yippee

I cannot help but read Bluegrass in a Cork accent.

VICE ADMIRAL DOLL ILYSM PLEASE BETRAY THE WORLD GOVERNMENT MWAH MWAH

I guess some VAs being not useless is good for stakes. On the Giants tho.

LOTSA D'S HERE HI DRAGON HI BLACKBEARD HI IMPLIED TRAFALGAR LAW

AND VIVI EVEN IF SHE DOESNT KNOW YET

go Giant Robo... you gave us nothing.. lol I'm not yet convinced that the Iron Giant is kaput yet, it just seems too hardy for that even with the Elder assault going on. but that signal is banjaxed now, probably for good. Which suits me fine, Robin can still have her big moment in due time this way.

What's the deal with the D though... I can't wait til we finally find out... mamma mia

Thankfully another chapter is due next Sunday. This is likely the end of this colossal lore drip feed by Vegapunk, but next time will surely be immensely exciting now that we can finally get off the island and off to Elbaf! I'll meet ye there nakama!

💪✖️

[aquanthis]

🌎🔪✏️☄️💚 and 💖 for aemara?

why is there no rubbing-hands-together-evilly emoji. anyway

🌎 - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

ohhhh yes. at the end of the day, aemara is not really noble; he is distinctly selfish (said with all the love in my heart) and, if push came to shove, he would sacrifice just about anything to make sure he could keep someone he loves close to him. we all know i'm referring to anduin, though the same is true for zephya and paleri. it's not really so much about them, though he does care for and love them, but moreso about the fact that he'd fall apart if he lost them. it's a self-defense tactic more than it is a sacrifice. i could see him killing innocents for anduin. and i don't think it would be hard for him. it's so funny. he's such a hypocrite. he needs therapy

🔪 - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

scorched-earth violence, or complete meltdown, depending on the situation. sometimes both. no matter what, he blames himself. he's supposed to be able to protect EVERYONE he loves, dammit, and if he fails, even if there was no way he could do anything, he'd still somehow find a way to make it his fault.

✏️ - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

pretty much the entirety of "eight" by sleeping at last. but particularly:

"I was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up / And suddenly it fit"

as well as:

"I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut / And bury my innocence / But here's a map, here's a shovel / Here's my Achilles' heel"

songs that make me so fucking sick in the head about him. literally i can't listen to it without immediately thinking of him and nearly bursting into tears.

☄️ - what do people assume about them? are they right?

people assume A LOT of things about him, and most of those things are wrong. some people think he's cold, and to some extent, he is, but he is genuinely so sweet and so gentle when he feels safe (which is rare). they assume he loves violence, but he doesn't; it's just the only thing he has. they assume that he'll hurt anyone if they so much as inconvenience him, but he's really not quick to anger unless you threaten someone he cares about.

and this one's a joke but i was joking about it in the car to my husband earlier so: people look at him and assume he always wants to be in control/dominant/etc because like. look at him. he's a general, and strict, and so untouchable. but he is actually so submissive behind closed doors. paleri thinks it's cute but he will vehemently deny it if anyone ever finds out. hahaha. sorry for the sex joke

💚 - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

he does really like hugs/physical affection but it takes a lot for him to be comfortable with it with someone. but when he is comfortable with it, it makes him feel so safe. also, tea, and tending his plants, and warm food. also just sitting in the same room doing separate things with someone he loves. he likes just sitting in the same room reading separate books with anduin. it's like, "i know you're here and safe and i can protect you if i need to but i don't need to, so i just like knowing you're here with me" yknow. he's so sweet rrhrhrhhghghgh

💖 - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

he's usually a little embarrassed talking about mushy things, but if he gets a chance to show off his wife who he thinks is the most gorgeous and wonderful thing in the whole world, he'll take it. there's a scene that i wrote once where they're in a ballroom setting and he is being the biggest show-off in the entire place because he wants to show off his wife more than anything. he's not one for GRAND gestures but he will fondly make her breakfast and bring her flowers from his garden and talk about wanting to kiss the lipstick off her face if he gets bold enough. 🥰

[rockybloo]

i like the way you draw zeke's gashes and gore, do you like horror/have horror recs (any media)

As much as I like to draw mushy wholesome romance between two characters...I love horror to an almost unhealthy extent. It is my favorite genre of anything honestly (I have spent days binge watching horror films back to back to back on Netflix, even the bad ones)

I've never really done a recommendation list before for anything so I can only list my favorites that I could spend a day rewatching no problem. I also need to add that I am a gore hound and the gorier the film or series is, the higher my chances of enjoyment so please keep this in mind.

My FAVORITE horror films are:

Brain Dead/ Dead Alive: I need to state that this film basically has EVERY trigger in it and did not age well AT ALL in terms of some of the jokes. However, having watched it when I was young, it was a crucial part of me becoming a horror fan and I love this trainwreck dearly...for its special effects. Mainly just the special effects. I do appreciate how the film is kinda split in two. The first being funny zombie comedy stuff and the last half being...well a shit ton of blood and gore. Also it has stop motion in it at some points which I love as someone who also adores stop motion.

The Final Destination Franchise: Not recommended for the paranoid but I love this 2000s ass film franchise. The premise is creative as well as the deaths. I also love that Death is super petty in this series and refuses to just kill someone up front and instead chooses the Rube Goldberg approach to offing people. Plus the original voice actor for Kratos pops up in one of the films which is a bonus if you are a God of War fan like me. If I had to pick a favorite out of the franchise, I'd say it's a tie between the first and the last. HOWEVER, the last film is oh so more rewarding if you watched the entire franchise-I will not spoil why but just trust me.

Candyman: The original film specifically. It's so interesting how the antagonist is a living myth and is so poetic in his words that sometimes I kinda forgot he was the villain. I love his design and the fact this film deeply touches on certain issues and not just being focused on being a typical slasher.

The Haunted Mansion: Yes the...original Disney live action film with Eddie Murphy. I count it as a horror film because it was genuinely scary to me as a kid. There's still some horrific stuff in it now. I mean, you got the opening credit scenes leading up to a dude straight up hanging himself, the zombies looking like straight up corpses, A DUDE GETTING DRAGGED TO HELL. The music still haunts me to this day.

Nope: A recent addition but this is def one of the best horror films I've seen. It is filled to the brim with so many details that you don't catch on the first watch. Plus, the "spaceship" is such a well designed element that I still think about how it works and how smart of a concept it was. I love the protagonists in this film as well and the bit of humor sprinkled in. I actually enjoyed this film so much I read the script for it since it was online (which I've never done for any film before). Cannot recommend this film enough.

Us: This film is just a level or horror that I only feel when reading Junji Ito stories. The idea of a doppelganger never scared me until this film because the entire concept is your other self hunting you down to kill you. There's a murder spree scene in this film that is so well framed and done because you see both everything and nothing at the same time because of the camera angle. The Tethered are underrated as monsters.

The Thing: The old one with the husky dog. The original Among Us and the best "WHO THE FUCK IS THE KILLER" film. The special effects are amazing and the fact that the audience cannot tell who the alien is is so great because we feel just as scared as the crew members. Plus...the alien absorbing people is just straight horrific.

This list is getting long and I have so many horror films I got jingling around in my brain but my last one is Pet Semetary. I was gonna put Poltergeist, which is also a favorite and is the only paranormal film I enjoy (I am not a big fan of ghost movies but that's because I love gore and carnage), but I kinda...don't really see it as a horror film. It certainly is one but there's so many cute and funny moments and it's kinda more whimsical than scary to me.

ANYWAYS BACK TO PET SEMETARY-There's an unsettlingness to it that I can't really explain. It's not just the dead pet aspect, it's just the vibes in it. The happy music becoming twisted as well as the always foreboding mood where you know something bad is gonna happen. There's a couple things that are left up to the audience's imagination but there's enough context that you just KNOW something terrible happened (like that ending). Plus, the little kid actor going on a killing spree is...kinda funny. He's just a little fella with a knife having a good ole time before bedtime.

ANYWAYS-I'VE RAMBLED ENOUGH ABOUT HORROR FILMS!

[thirtyoneflirtingnoneanddying]

10.21

We not passin that test tonight bestie. Is it the bechdel test? I do not feel like I spelled that right but ooooookay I’m gonna google it at the end maybe and we’ll see

But anyway it’s the test where people see if women can have conversations about anything other than men? Yeeeaaaahhhh we are not passing the test

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo I believe I posted about the birdman about three months ago. And things were like not cute for him and so as a candidate, he just was not viable. Nor was I for him, as he had all this other shit to worry about. And so did I lol that woulda been terrible in fact I think it was very important that we did not pick things up during our initial interaction.

Because it feels like a win? To like have it be not really an option before but for things to change to where it becomes an option. Wow love that thank you universe.

Just wanna add before I get started that I realized tonight while I was talking to Vanessa, I really really value my freedom and it is not something I should have to sacrifice to have love and I don’t want to! And I will not! Because the right person for me will gain a full body yes. And that has to come with time. And the right person will understand that some things take more time than others.

Okay to back to it.

There I was, minding my own business—sleeping actually—when this birdman bobs into my dms trying to relate to me and I just find it so charming that I kinda subtly egg him on and whoops! He says he has a crush on me. Oh now where did that info come from sir? What’s going on here? He did reply to a picture of me at the beginning of October and called me gorgeous. And I said thank you cutie 🥰 and so then now, getting that confirmation of “I have a crush on you” and also, in jest (but still!!!!!), “yes I want to marry you” is like hmmmm the tarot readings are kinda hitting now. And the psychic readings. They did mention someone new in october/november. The tarot readings have often mentioned someone like watching me online but not knowing how to approach me. Someone who could be like an acquaintance/friend of a friend, someone like that.

And I’m just like????? What an interesting turn of events. I’ll tell you what I like:

- we genuinely had a really great conversation when we talked in July. And this one hasn’t been bad either!

- he approached ME, and he approached me knowing full well what I look like.

- he tells me I’m smart (which I don’t need him to!!!!!!!!!!! But it is a nice compliment because I feel like he means it and genuinely enjoys what I say)

- his openness and willingness to put himself out there and be cool and sweet about it. Not creepy, just wholesome.

- saying he wants to hold hands and talk for hours???????????????? Like where the fuck did you come from? That makes me want to fall right into love!

And, I’m open to that. Because so far he has gone about it in a way that really attracts me to him. I wouldn’t even mind him being sweet and like mushy?????? Because I’m already attracted to him. So it’s like, easy to be close?

I fully intend on showing up as myself if we do end up hanging out this weekend. I want whatever follows to be genuine and pure. If he is not the one for me, it will be clear.

[forgetmenots0250]

can you do vance and billy x platonic older brother reader pls?? love ur stories

Platonic big brother figure reader x Vance Hopper HCs

Was already done with Vance and was working on Billy, hope you like it Ask and you shall receive ;)

You worked at grab n go and saw the birth of Vance’s pinball addiction but you were the only one who enjoyed his presence

He was like a firecracker and you would hate for the fire to be put out so you made a system

Every time he would get a new score he would get an item free of charge and he loved getting shit for free but no one else got anything for beating the score only Vance would get anything since if you did you would go broke

You and Vance had a good relationship, he would beat his score and get something but then he came into the shop bloodied up, and you thought he got beat up so you were worried and tried to fix him up but it was just blood without any wounds sure there were wounds on his knuckles but that was it

You didn’t ask

You wrapped up his wounds and whipped off the blood

He didn’t struggle against you he just let you take care of him, he leaned into your touch

“You want some ice for your knuckles?” you held his hands gently

“yes…” his voice was lower than you have ever heard before and was almost mumbling 

“Okay just sit here and I’ll get you some ice” you stood up still holding his hands before letting them go and walking to the bath for some ice

Vance sat there staring at his hands as he looked around to busy himself

You came back quickly with a bag of ice wrapped around a thin towel and you also brought a high stool that went to Vance’s torso

You place his hands gently on the stool and put the ice on top of his knuckles

You two sat there in silence for a bit before Vance spoke up

“Why are you helping me? Aren’t I a pain to deal with already”

“I care for you Vance, is it that hard to believe that I genuinely care for you?”

“Yes, it is.”

“And it’s okay to feel that way so why don’t I get you your favorite snacks, how does that sound?” You said it as softly as you could

“Yeah”

You got him starburst and Hubby Bubba gum tape accompanied by some water, he always got these

After that day he became a bit more open like bringing you water or helping you re-supply in the morning when he came in the morning 

You even got to touch his hair without being punched in the face

You made him a home-cooked meal as a thank you and he slightly teared up 

You found out that Vance’s home life wasn’t the best, his dad was neglectful while his mom was abusive 

He usually eat what he could at grab n go

You hugged him without thinking and he leaned into your hug and you two stayed like that for a bit

Vance basically lives at your house now

Vance has his own room and shit, he basically moved in over the months of sleepovers and hangouts 

Vance only goes home around 12 am to get stuff and then leaves to go to your house

You get to play and style Vance’s hair whenever you want 

You and Vance hangout near the pinball machine when you’re not on the job

You grew out your hair for Vance to play with and he appreciates it

He doesn’t really like touch but he also doesn’t like to talk about mushy stuff so he gives you things, he gave you a hair clip, a bracelet he got off some guy, a necklace he got off some guy he beat up, and some money he took from another guy he beat up (he secretly loves your bear hugs)

Though you don’t want him to steal from people you still thank him and wear it

You gifted him a vest since he always wears one and now he doesn’t take it off

You two go shopping but Vance has never gone shopping he only stole shit so it’s a new and weird experience 

You don’t let him walk, “walking is for BITCHES” from Vance Hopper

You have a motorcycle and you pick him up in it and he feels like the fucking man when he puts on that helmet

He flexes your motorcycle to other students 

You let him wear your helmet for a bit till you buy one for him

Vance takes long baths and showers so you go first so you're not stuck waiting 

You had to teach Vance how to condition his hair and it was so much softer 

You like to brush Vance’s hair after he’s done showering and you two just sit on the ground as you braid his hair

He likes to put your hair in ponytails and you don’t mind

You like baking and Vance loves your baking, especially your brownies and cookies

He likes licking the batter bowl and then feels nauseous the next day 

Hot chocolate and baked goods when it's raining are the best days

You cook dinner almost every night unless you two go out for dinner and Vance chooses the place every time

Rainy days are one of your favorite days and Vance doesn’t like rainy days but will go for a walk with you in the rain just for you

Sometimes he comes to your bed and just lays on you starfish style and you find him just on top of you drooling

You’re a light sleeper but you told Vance you’re a heavy sleeper so he comes in more often

You’re known as Vance’s older brother and not to mess with you

You come in to bring Vance food sometimes when he just can’t take the cafeteria food, it's mostly warm homemade food but sometimes you pick something up

Every student is scared of you but the younger students love you since you’re so nice

Vance growls at the students who get too close

Yes Vance is a feral dog but he’s your feral dog

[sunnibits]

You know what we don't talk about enough? Izzy's perfectionism vs. his fear of vulnerability and how it would apply to relationships. He would be so determined to get an A in boyfriend but in order to do that he has to effectively communicate his emotional needs. The poor bastard would just be reeling.

AAHHH that’s so true nonny!! it’s the conflict of the ages… Desperate Need To Prove Himself vs years of rejecting any kind of vulnerability…. Gasp!! Whatever will he do!!!

I think if Izzy rlly tried to enter a relationship with someone it would definitely be one of those thing where he keeps pushing people away but then gets upset if they actually back off/leave him. Like he doesn’t want to appear mushy or soft, so he always brushes off the lovey-dovey affection and acts like he doesn’t care at all but!! He does care!!! So then when his lover eventually loses patience with him he’s like 🥺🥺wait no come back 🥺 and gets super grumpy about it as if it’s not his fault. He wants someone who’s going to force him to take affection, someone who will keep chasing him even when he’s being difficult. But the reality is, even if someone does have a higher than usual tolerance for Izzy Bullshit, that’s not gonna last forever! And if he actually wants to have a relationship where he’s getting the amount of genuine love that he secretly craves he’s gonna have to learn how to mature enough to communicate and not be a dick about everything. And just ask for things he wants. Or fuck, not even asking, just the base level of not sneering at any affection given to him as if he hates it, lmao.

essentially just:

^^^^ izzy when he forcefully rejects affection but then his lover actually stops giving it to him

Anyways I think that’s getting off topic of ur actual point but. Getting back to it now I am also obsessing over the idea of Izzy doing his best to be The Perfect Boyfriend because that’s SO CUTE oh my god. FUCK. Izzy Hands, who puts 100% effort into everything he does, just going ALL out on this whole ‘romance’ thing because he HAS to be the Best Boyfriend Ever and he has to be good enough that someone will actually chose him to keep and not leave him like everyone else. Izzy ‘doesn’t really get romance but is a romantic deep down’ Hands, desperately trying to copy what he’s seen other people do, all the basic romantic gestures he thinks he’s supposed to be doing, and like he’s not getting it quite right but fuck he’s trying!! And it’s fucking adorable and ridiculously endearing!!!! But on the other hand some of it is also like?? Clearly not him??? Like yes, it’s very sweet, I’m flattered my dear, but his lover can tell that it’s just. Him putting in so much effort to seduce his partner the way he’s seen other people do it, because he has never done this before and just has no idea how he’s supposed to go about this. Until it gets to the point where his lover finally has to sit him down and be like. Babe. I love you and ur adorable half-wilted flowers and cheesy little chocolate hearts but you know you can just be yourself right?? Like you can just be Izzy??? Just love me like Izzy does?

And at first Izzy panics because A) oh shit has he done something wrong oh fuck he’s going to get a bad grade in boyfriend now isn’t he something that’s normal to fear and possible to- and B) he has. no idea what that means at first. how does he love? how does he do that? what’s his style?

but eventually he does sort of start getting it and being more open with his affection without being fake or trying to copy other people and it’s!! so sweet!!! obviously very acts of service based and just like,, god. fuck I love the idea of Izzy being in love so much. (That is, “properly” being in love, not just ‘fucked up devotion that leads you to enjoy eating ur own toe’ type love). I think a lot of Izzy’s affection could get misinterpreted at first, but then as their lover figures it out it’s like OHHH. OH FUCK. OH HE’S SAYING I LOVE YOU. FUCK THAT’S ADORABLE. Like at first it seems like he’s being a real asshole about telling them that they’ll get themselves killed in battle, they don’t know how to handle themselves, no let me show you how to hold it PROPERLY you stupid TWAT. But then they realize he’s just being protective like!!! You get me!! You get what I’m saying!!!

God sorry this got so long I hope this is intelligible. I just have a lot of thoughts about him ok!!