#live love laugh yoru

[seithennyn]

after all, they used to refer to you as "marine hunter"

[clancy-jpg]

unfortunately got in a game with this gekko who would refuse to help me get on to site and then proceed to look at me and go "yoru, DUELIST" i have THREE SEPARATE CLIPS OF THIS HAPPENING.

also please ignore the way i sound we dont talk about it

[obscure-imagines]

what you really want - Mihawk

👹 staring. Dracule Mihawk x afab!Reader

⚔️ preview. Some days you wish he’d settle down, wish he’d just choose an island and stay with you forever, but you know his first love will always be the sea. He’s a pirate, through and through, and you suppose you can’t blame him for that.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, quickie, multiple reader orgasms, big dick Mihawk, begging, dirty talk, breeding kink, fullness kink, slight cum kink, choking, manhandling, roughhousing, using a table hanging from the ceiling as a sex swing, instructed masturbation?, deep penetration, overstimulation crying, hair pulling, etc… I pet names: (hers) darling, good girl. (his) Captain.

🔞 rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I wc. 3.2k

⚔️ aus. One Piece Live Action, established relationship, pwp, etc…

🎈 mlist + an. It's the way I haven't been active on this blog in 3 years and then this stupid pirate show comes out and now I'm sinning again- I honestly couldn't help myself with this one

You’re in the kitchen rolling out dough when you feel a body press against your back. There’s only one person with the balls to touch you like this. As a girlfriend to one of the seven warlords of the sea, and the greatest swordsman in the entire world, everyone knows your body is off-limits to anyone but Mihawk.

“When did you get in?” you ask, pressing your ass back against him, enjoying the feeling of his breath on your throat.

“Just now.” His hands trace the curves of your hips, and you have to fight the groan that threatens to slip out of your mouth at his touch.

“Did anyone see you?” It’s definitely interesting being a member of the Strawhats while being involved with Mihawk. He’ll show up out of the blue, completely unannounced, and it’s clear to everyone what he’s here for.

You often feel very sinful any time he leaves, when you exit your cabin or the bathroom or wherever he just fucked your brains out, only to find the crew watching you with unreadable expressions.

“Your cook-”

“Sanji,” you interject, doing your best to teach Mihawk the names of your friends in the hopes that he’ll be more sociable with them.

“Sanji,” your boyfriend repeats with a sigh. “I bumped into him on the deck, he said the kitchen is all ours.”

“This should be fun.” You grin, releasing the dough and wiping your flour covered hands on your apron. “I’m guessing you didn’t show up to talk.”

“Definitely not.”

“So the question is…” you grind your ass back against him, “is that a sword in your pants, or are you just happy to see me, Captain?” 

He lets out a small laugh, digging his fingers into your hips to pull you flush to his chest. Mihawk is always amused when you refer to him as Captain. It’s always in a sexual capacity, and even though he’s a crewless pirate, the title feels fitting. On top of everything else, the ‘sword in your pants line’ is somewhat comical, as his sword, Yoru, is absolutely unmistakable when pressed against your body. 

“I guess I’m just happy to see you,” Mihawk sighs. He’s not the best with praise or dirty talk, preferring a more silent approach, but it’s always rewarding to work admissions of interest out of him. 

“So why are we still talking?” you ask.

It’s as easy as anything for him to turn you in his embrace, one hand reaching up to pinch your chin as he presses his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and you press your chests together, enjoying the feeling of your breasts against his muscles. 

The kiss is almost gentle at first, but it quickly becomes heated, with his tongue dipping into your mouth. You sigh at the feeling. You’ve missed Mihawk. Some days you wish he’d settle down, wish he’d just choose an island and stay with you forever, but you know his first love will always be the sea. He’s a pirate, through and through, and you suppose you can’t blame him for that.

His hands slip down your body, squeezing your breasts, toying with your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. He pulls away from your mouth, staring down at you with Hawk eyes full of lust. “Turn around, and bend over the table, darling.”

You swallow thickly at the command, grabbing his jaw and pressing one final kiss to his lips before following through. The solid cooking table has more than enough space for you to flatten your chest against it without having to worry about messing up the dough or getting flour on your shirt. In fact, it’s probably one of the sturdiest locations for Mihawk to fuck you from behind. 

A soft sigh escapes you as his hand trails down your body, then he’s roughly gripping your trousers, tearing them down until they pool at your feet. He’s discarded your panties as well, and your skin tingles at the cool air that brushes over your hot, exposed core.

You hear Mihawk dealing with his own pants, and you wiggle your ass as an invitation, impatience getting the best of you. It’s been over a week since you’ve seen your boyfriend, over a week since anyone has touched you, or kissed you, or filled you up to the brim until you were crying-

“I missed you,” you tell him, relaxing your cheek against the wood of the table as he rubs his cock through your pussy lips, coating himself in the wetness already beginning to drip out of you.

Mihawk doesn’t return your sentiment, he only lets out a small grunt, grabbing your hip roughly as he begins to push into your core.

There’d been hardly any foreplay, so the stretch of his thick cock against your inner walls has you crying out and grabbing the edge of the table. You kind of like the pain though- being with a warlord of the sea is just like that sometimes. It’s quickies, and roughhousing, gasping into each others mouths and stripping naked the moment you get each other alone.

Your boyfriend can be kind though. He doesn’t push all the way into you, doesnt sink balls deep- he thrusts shallowly, and you can feel his gaze fixed on your tight pussy as you swallow more of him up, inch by inch-

“Fuck,” you groan, clawing at the wood. 

“Good, darling?”

“So good,” you whimper, feeling your toes curl when he’s finally pushed all the way inside of you, the tip of his cock just kissing your cervix. “Oh my god, you better fuck me stupid-”

“I intend to,” he promises, grabbing your waist with both hands to keep you presses to the table. His first thrust is rough, making you cry out and wiggle in his grasp. Your hips are pushed uncomfortably against the edge of the table, and as Mihawk finds a fast pace, each rut of his hips sends you forward.

It’s not very painful, although, you might bruise tomorrow. Part of you almost wishes you do. You love reminders of him, marks that make you think of him balls deep in your aching core-

“Captain-” you whimper, panting against the wooden surface of the table as he fucks you harder and harder, making you almost dizzy. 

“Let me hear you,” he instructs.

His hand finds the back of your neck only for his fingers to slip around the front of your throat and pull- he makes you arch your back, body contorted for him. The sensation makes you gasp, deep groans escaping you. Each smack of his hips against your ass has whimpers leaving your lips. Your eyes are closed, mind entirely focused on the feeling of his perfect cock filling you up and destroying you for any other man.

“Mi-Mihawk,” you stutter, lower lip warbling with effort, your body nearly overwhelmed already.

“Touch yourself. I want you to cum.”

You swallow thickly while he pulls you up from the table, tightening his grip on your throat and  giving you the space to slip your hand down to your pussy while he fucks you in a half standing position. You can feel his breath against the nape of your neck, can hear him panting-

Even small sounds are such a turn on for you. You can’t see his face right now, but it’s sexy to know that he might be as effected as you are by all of this. 

Your fingers brush by your clit and you cry out at the sensation, clenching your eyes shut while your pussy throbs around his cock. “Oh my god-”

“That’s it, darling. You’re close.”

You can only nod, applying more pressure to the sensitive bud while he continues fucking you stupid. His grip on your throat doesn’t help the situation- it makes you lightheaded in the best possible way, your stomach muscles tensing as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach.

“I’d like to hear you beg for this first one.”

You moan loudly, the throbbing intensifying between your legs. “Please, Captain, please-”

“You can do better than that,” he scoffs, lips finding the side of your throat before his teeth bite at your shoulder.

“I’m so close, please make me cum- only you can make me cum this way, oh my god, your cock- it’s so deep- it’s so good-” 

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and your core clenches unbelievably tight around him- you’re on the edge, but you can’t cum without permission. Mihawk has trained you well, and by the satisfied sound he lets out, you think he knows it.

“Good girl,” he praises, and it goes straight to your pussy, making your legs quake with effort- “Cum.”

It’s the one word you need to fall over the edge, and as your pussy practically explodes with pleasure, you find yourself being pushed down to the table again. Mihawk’s hand leaves your throat, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

You can feel your juices dripping our around his cock, making a mess of your thighs- all you can do is claw at the wooden surface and take what he gives you, cries of ecstasy leaving you uncensored. 

He fucks you until you’re shaking, fucks you until your core stops throbbing around his thick length, then he pushes into you completely, holding you flush to his front. “Take a breather, darling,” Mihawk tells you, “I’m sure your Captain wouldn’t be pleased if I leave you completely broken.”

You can’t believe he’s bringing up  Luffy at a time like this- can’t believe he sounds so nonchalant, as if your pussy didn’t just try to milk him for everything he’s worth. Mihawk is just like this, you suppose. He’s always controlled, and it’s one of the sexiest things about him.

“You’re my Captain,” you whisper, heart still thundering in your rib cage. “You can leave me however you want.”

His hand caresses your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you twitch around him. 

“Turn around, I want to see your face.” He pulls out of your pussy and you moan at the loss. Your legs are shaky, you can hardly stand as you move to face him, leaning back against the table. 

Mihawk is too handsome for his own good. His facial hair is immaculate, and his eyes are bewitching. 

He cups your cheek and you lean against his hand, enjoying the soft moment of reprieve before the next round that you know is coming. 

“Beautiful,” he tells you, leaning in to kiss you gently. 

You reach for his hat, taking it off his head to place on yours, and it makes his lips stop. He pulls away and looks down at you darkly. You can only grin up at him. “Am I still beautiful?” you prompt.

“Always,” Mihawk responds easily, reaching own to cup your ass and lift you off the ground, prompting you to wrap your legs around his strong hips, trousers now discarded on the ground.

Your lips find each other, and you kiss him deeply while he carries you through the kitchen. When you’re set down, you find yourself on top of a wooden table platform hanging from the ceiling on four chains- you’ve never realized before that this is practically a sex swing.

This wooden platform that Zoro laid on while recovering from wounds your boyfriend gave him, is now going to be the very tool used to fuck you absolutely stupid. You’ll never be able to look at it the same way again, and you don’t want to. 

Mihawk pulls away from your lips, and you watch him take off his jacket. He places the duster and his beloved sword on the cooking table just behind you, taking the hat off your head to discard it with the rest of his clothes. You take the opportunity to remove your shirt, leaving you completely bare for your boyfriend, whose gaze takes in every inch of your body now that you’re exposed.

“I missed you too,” he says softly, reaching up a hand to grab at your breast, teasing your nipple between two fingers. 

You arch your back, legs quivering around his hips from the stimulus as well as his words. “Then fuck me,” you tell him. “Fuck me full of your cum until I’m dripping. Fuck me so deep that I’ll have a part of you with me even after you leave- I want to feel you inside for a week.”

Mihawk gives you baby fever like no other man you’ve ever met, and staring at him now- knowing he’ll leave you soon after this, it makes you even more desparate. You love him more than you’ll ever be able to say- but maybe if you gave him a baby, you’d be able to show him that he’s the only man that will ever have your heart. 

You watch his adam’s apple bob with effort, his hands slipping down to your thighs. He massages your skin, pulling you forward, his aching cock teasing between your pussy lips-

“You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, darling,” he tuts.

“You love it,” you insist, leaning back down against the wooden platform. “You love how dirty you make me. Love it when I’m begging for you.”

The tip of his cock pushes into your core and you both let out sounds of pleasure. You’re so wet, it’s the easiest thing for him to sink into you, and the swinging platform allows him to pull you close, only to push you away a little, using the hanging table to his advantage. 

With one hand, he can control the table, and with the other, his thumb can find your clit. 

Your legs shake around his hips, the sensitive bud is still trying to recover from your first orgasm, and the stimulation isn’t helping. 

“Mihawk,” you moan, already feeling desperate again. 

“You’re pretty like this, darling,” he tells you. “If you start to beg, I might just give you what you want.”

He’s not applying enough pressure to your clit to make you cum and you both know it. He’s just teasing you, gently rocking you onto his cock while your toes curl and your body nearly shakes. He’s such a fuck, but you love him so much.

“Please, you know what I want,” you whimper. “It’s the same thing I always want.”

“Go on.”

“I want you to fuck me rough. Want you to feel good. Want you to cum deep inside.”

“There’s more too it though. Don’t deny it, darling. I know what you want. What you really want.”

You blink at him in confusion, and he begins to rock into you harder, faster. His thumb applies more pressure to your clit, working it in tight circles that have your pussy clenching tightly around his cock.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you?” he asks, although, the question definitely feels rhetorical. “You want me to give you the one thing I’ve never given anyone. You want me to make you mine, completely. To do the one thing that would show everyone who you really belong to.” 

“Mihawk-” you whimper, body tingling with overwhelm from his words alone.

“This is why you’re always begging for my cum like a whore in heat, why you always want me to cum inside since the first time we fucked.” Mihawk lets out a small chuckle, grinning. “Bet you thought I had no idea, but trust me darling, I know your games.”

“They’re not games,” you try to insist, but your words are broken and whimpered as he fucks you more intensely, the wooden platform swinging almost aggressively now with each rough thrusts. 

“Tell me what you really want.”

You gasp as he pinches your clit between two fingers, your body contorting against the tabletop. Your eyes clench shut and you feel your skin heating with your impending orgasms. “I want you to give me babies!” you admit, feeling a wave of relief to finally say what’s been on your mind for months. “I want to swell with your cum and have your children- I want to be with you forever-” 

Mihawk lets out a sound that’s nearly animalistic, and then he’s hauling you off your back, leaning over your body and forcing his lips against yours while your hands grab at his shoulders. 

It’s the most intense kiss you’ve ever shared with him, all tongues and growls- 

Your pussy throbs around him, and you eat up his sounds, trailing your fingers through his beautiful dark hair and pulling gently-

Mihawk lets out another groan, fingers unrelenting on your clit. 

“Please cum for me,” you mumble desperately, the cord in the pit of your stomach pulled achingly tight. “Please, Mihawk, I need it- I’m so close-”

He pulls his lips away from yours, your foreheads touching while he stares deep into your soul. You can feel tears of pleasure already building against your lashline, and the way he’s panting has your stomach twisting into even tighter knots-

Then he’s smashing his lips against yours again, fingers digging into your hip as he pulls you flush to his front, cock burried as deep as it can possibly go inside of you. 

You can feel him cumming, and it triggers your own orgasm, which jitters through you like electric ecstasy, making your hair stand on end and your skin tingle. You’re gasping against his lips, enjoying his moans and returning them with sounds of your own.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around him while your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, your tits pressed against his strong chest. His hand moves from between your bodies to flatten against the small of your back, embracing you tightly.

You’ve never felt closer to him in your entire life.

There’s never been a moment like this one. 

You can taste the love he has for you on his tongue as it invades your mouth, tracing your lips and teeth-

Even though he’s still inside of you, hips flush to your own, it’s one of the longest orgasms you’ve ever had. There’s nothing like this type of closeness, nothing like being stretched to nearly your breaking point while he fills you completely with his cum, cock so deep you can feel him painting your cervix. 

It feels almost like a promise. As if he’s as dedicated to knocking you up as you are. He’s not said it explicitly, but you get the sense that he wouldn’t mind starting a family with you. In fact, he might even enjoy it.

You can imagine him teaching your child to use a sword, can imagine a three year old running around with the tiny little dagger Mihawk wears around his neck-

“I love you,” you whisper, tightening your grip on the warlord.

He lets out a groan. “I love you too.”

☀️ mlist + an. thank you for reading! I'm honestly considering doing more One Piece stuff on this blog, but I guess we'll see. My main account right now is kpop blog, which you can find here or @smileysuh

🍭 support me by. sending a tip here or here

© obscure-imagines — all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any fic, reaction, or piece of original writing posted on this blog is not allowed. Translations not allowed.

[brights-place]

Valorant Agent Headcannons

Pairings: None <33

Warnings: Fluff, Sillies, Headcannons,

A/N: My friend and I were rambling and writing stupid headcannons after playing a comp match so here we are \(･◡･)/

-Yoru is double jointed -Sage is heavily questioning her sexuality

-Omen is heavily questioning his mental insanity -Phoenix has a sneaker collection -Raze and KJ wake everyone up with there bots

-Chamber when he gets mad he starts speaking french sassily -Kay/0 has a file that's filled with comfort shows for the agents -Kay/0 knows how to make pancakes and makes them for everyone -Skye drags every new agent into a run in the morning -Omen once made every agent a knitted sweater for christmas… Ugly sweaters for life <33 -Breach makes good swedish sweets for everyone -Wingman would make beaded bracelets to agents he likes -Gekko bought a bead set for wingman so he could make more bracelets -When Kay/0 feels petty at an agent he will translate their mother tongue into english for the others to hear ESPECIALLY when someone talks shit (reyna) -Neon knows how to play Bass -All the young agents have tried to make a band together -Sage likes to gossip with Iso over tea and boba -When Clove’s pissed they make fanfics of the other agents >:D -Fade plays with her haunts like yarn (CANNON) -Astra collects seashells for Harbor -Sova has once had a snow globe obsession. He would bring them back to show his grandmother and place it on a shelf -Gekko has called older agents slang names -Viper is obviously a coffee woman and Reyna is a tea woman -Jett has tried to make Skyes birds move faster SHE WAS NOT HAPPY -Deadlock & Sova sometimes have a snowman building contest -KJ likes anime but also phoenix who hides it -Yoru and KJ know phoenix like anime Yoru found out by seeing Phoenix dance to anime songs -Yoru would bring back trinkets for them but denies he thought about them (LIAR)

-Reyna wants to take up crocheting

-Astra is really good at the drums

-Gekko has gotten curious on how his little friends taste he made a list

-Deadlock braids hair, and helps breach braid his

-Iso is really good at cooking and cooks with Jett in his spare time.

-Similarly, Jett and Iso have cook offs and get the other agents to vote

-Clove sneakily puts pride flag toothpicks in everyone's food

-Raze sneaks love letters in everyones lockersand watches with breach and laughs

-Harbour has a bath bomb addiction and collects them like an insane person

-Brimstone has reading glasses

-Cypher gets gifts from everyone on fathers day and also mothers day

-Kj likes making forts

-Chamber corrects the waiters pronunciation at french restaurants

-Reyna plays basketball with Gekko and helps him aim

-Phoenix is trying to learn how to sew so he can make better jackets due to Jett trying to take them

-Clove has an etsy and the only people that buy are breach and gekko

-Neon VS Gekko in any sports (NEON WINS PINOY PRIDE MFS) -Deadlock is scared of dogs

-When Neon gets sick every agent fears for their lives. Her sneezes are BIG (Zoomies) - Neon and Jett get the zoomies if they have energy drinks or coffee -Brim is a BBQ dad he makes good burgers -Imagine Fade looking into Deadlock's nightmares and seeing Cub instead of the bear -Cypher has tinkered with Chamber,Raze, and KJ’s is tech for funsies -Cypher will use people’s fetishes against them -Sova wears one of omens knitted scarves when he goes hunting -Omen gets overwhelmed by crowds sometimes so he likes to hide somewhere quietly -Jett would GRIND on Wuthering Waves and Honkai Star Rail

-Sova has different variations of prosthetic eyes and sometimes he gets gifted weirder or cooler looking ones for fun -Sova as a party trick has taken his prosthetic eye out and some younger agents who haven’t known scream like a banshee -Phoenix is a mama’s boy (I BELIEVE HE HAS TWO MUMS)

-Sage has binged Avatar The Last Airbender many times and takes inspiration from Katara

-Jett has a hidey hole full of other agents' belongings. Yoru’s knives, Phoenix’s shoes, Cyphers hat (sometimes)

-Yoru has tried time travelling, Phoenix jokes about it all the time

-When someone has a bad day, cypher watches over them over the camera to make sure they aren't doing anything bad to themself

-Yoru gives haircuts and is actually good, but he keeps yapping while using his different knives

-Gekko sings creep by radiohead in the shower when he's sad and Neon films from outside the door and jokes about it

-Omen gets too much candy due to being treated as a trick or treater

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact!

[illubean]

I saw ur celebrity Iso x bakery girl post and im in LOVE

May I req an art student!Iso x reader where Iso is roommates with another guy (either Phoenix, Gekko, or Yoru) and that dude has friends over with reader being one of them and tries to go find the bathroom but instead stumbles upon Iso's art room where he's painting away and doesnt notice reader? :3

And maybe reader leaves their number without him noticing until the guests all leave🤭💜

If You Need a Muse

Characters: Li Zhao "Iso" Yu Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader

this request has sparked something within me... how do we feel about CeramicArtist!Iso smirk emoji also I changed the req just a tad bit >.<

Warnings: none

It wasn't often that your dear friend Jamie invited you over to his home. Your little group often spent time at Sunwoo's (who prefers to be called Jett) house or showed up at Ryo's uninvited. He was always too lazy to host or feared disturbing his roommate, but today he wanted for you all to play a console game he just bought.

You sat on the floor in front of Jett, who was on the couch battling against Ryo. You watched the game on the screen as you awaited your turn, as Jamie came from the kitchen with more snacks. Jett was currently losing, yelling and leaning into Ryo in hopes of throwing his game. You laughed before looking at your brown haired friend who sat on the floor next to you.

"We're not bothering your roommate are we?"

"Nah, I don't think he's home right now."

After about another hour of playing the game and eating junk food, you needed to use the bathroom. Setting your controller down you looked over to Jamie, asking for directions to the bathroom.

"It's down the hall, first door to the right."

You nodded, getting up and going on your way to find the toilet. You stopped in front of a closed door, pushing it open to reveal NOT a bathroom. You look around, taking in the room. It was well lit, the walls decorated with paintings in various sizes. In the center of the room was an easel, and a man standing in front of it who's gaze seemed to have shifted from the piece in front of him to you. He was wearing comfortable clothes protected by an apron, a paintbrush in one hand and palette in the other.

"Oh uh- Sorry. You must be Jamie's roommate, I was just looking for the bathroom."

He offers you a small smile before returning to his work.

"No worries, it's one door over."

From where you stood you couldn't really tell what he had been painting, but what you could tell was that the man himself was a piece of art. He had beautiful purple eyes and sharp features that you could almost believe he were a marble statue come to life. After taking him and the room in for a little longer you spoke up once again.

"Your art is very beautiful."

He looks up and smiles at you again before responding.

"Thanks. I'm working on pieces for my portfolio, though I don't think anything I paint could compare to your beauty."

You were left speechless as you felt the tip of your ears burn.

"O-oh. Thank you. I'll be- uh- going now..." You stuttered out, before turning and going back to your original task.

Find and use the bathroom.

After doing your business, you returned back downstairs to find that your friends switched to watching a movie.

"Geez, you took forever in there!" Jett complains.

"Did you take a shit or something?" Ryo asks, scrunching his face up at you.

The other two laugh at his statement before you give a response.

"I don't see how any of that is your business," you huffed. Instead of rejoining your companions in the living room, you make your way into the kitchen. There was a magnetic basket stuck to the side of the fridge with pens, some memo pads and sticky notes in them. You grabbed one of the sticky notes and a pen and begin to write your note. You look around for a place to set it as your eyes land on a coffee machine.

Bingo

The machine must belong to your friend's mysterious and attractive roommate, as you knew your friend didn't really enjoy coffee all that much.

You stuck the note on the bottom of a mug sitting underneath the machine before setting it back in place and finally returning to the living room.

{timeskip}

The next morning, Li made his way towards the kitchen for his daily cup of coffee. He would be headed off to class soon and needed a bit of caffeine to start the day. Jamie had already been up, also about to leave for class. After brewing his coffee and picking up his mug, ne noticed a yellow corner of a sticky note peeking out from the bottom.

Peeling the note off, confused, he brought it up to eye level to read.

"If you ever need a muse (or wanna go out :D) call me~ XXX-XXX-XXXX (Jamie's Bathroom Friend)"

A light blush dusted his face at the note. This had to have been left by his roommates attractive friend yesterday. He was so distracted buy the number written in front of him that he didn't notice Jamie peeking over his shoulder.

"That's why they took so long in the bathroom! Hah, looks like one of my best mates likes you."

The man gave his flat mate a firm pat on the back before going about his day. The light blush on Li's face darkened in embarassment at the realization Jamie had seen what was written. Drinking his coffee, he sat down and put the note in his pocket.

He would have to put the number in his phone later.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Jett, Yoru, Viper, and Omen dating a male reader who likes to pull comically advance pranks on them.

𝕊/𝕆 𝕎𝕙𝕠 ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞

Words: 905

Unsure of what ‘comically advanced’ means so I’ve settled for more ‘comical’ pranks

On one hand she loves every prank you pull.

But on the other hand, absolutely despises it when you turn them against her.

She’ll become all huffy and pouts when you target her instead.

Really tries her best to avoid one prank just to wander into another one.

***

She had a mission tomorrow but no knives. Sure she had backups but she’d rather not use them until they’re needed, not as replacements. Quickly enough she left her room to start searching around in some rooms, asking anyone she came by ‘If they’ve seen her knives?’ But coming up with no luck.

At some point she gave up, planning to spend at least a few hours in the living area. And that was going to plan for about an hour, watching Gekko and Clove yell at each other. That was before Sova suddenly called for her, at first she thought it was for training, that was her main thought until he emerged from the kitchen.

“Jett, you were looking for your knives, yes?”

“Yeah! Did you see ‘em?”

He didn’t speak, instead pointing her into the room. At first she thought he might’ve been playing his own prank on her, until she noticed the bowl he placed on the counter. Peeking over the side to find something she didn’t want to.

Her knives had been stolen, and now stuck inside a bowl of jelly.

“Wha– Who did this?!”

Turning her head at the sound of someone laughing, and it wasn’t Gekko or Clove. It was you, leaning into the doorway and laughing at her situation.

“Y/N!”

Forgetting about her knives as she rushed after you. At least she knew who did it.

He makes it very clear how much he hates it.

Is so tempted to destroy the things you used against him, but will walk away before he does.

Will get you back immediately.

Scowls then pouts when you prank him, becomes so loud laughing when he gets you back.

***

Today started off pretty normal, until you started doing… you. Starting simple with a piece of tape stretched over a doorway at just the right height for Yoru to hit. And within a few minutes he walked right into it, angrily pulling it off as you howled with laughter.

That was until he dumped a nearby glass of water onto you. The room filled with even more laughter, and not just from him. As everyone else had started laughing as well. Shaking off any excess water back onto Yoru before you stormed off, you had something planned for him. “The fuck?” Walking closer to his bike as if everything on it would just disappear. But they didn’t, staying stuck on every edge of the bike. Taking a handful before dropping it onto the concrete ground. “Y/N!”

She secretly has a soft spot for your pranks. (Anyone else even near her receives a massive side eye or glare from her.)

Everytime you either try or successfully prank her she’ll grumble about it for the next few minutes at least.

Is now constantly on guard for anything you might try.

She’s willing to give you things (All non-lethal/dangerous) to help your pranks.

***

Sabine stepped back into her lab and everything just seemed… off. She couldn’t pin what it was but she knew the room was disturbed, now she needed to find out why. A quick scan only encouraged her thoughts, but she needed to look closer.

There it was.

In seconds she realized what happened. All the liquids in their original containers were replaced with more childish versions, and most of her tools were now plastic. But there was one thing that made her laugh, shaking her head as she looked away.

In the tank that belonged to her precious Eastern Hognose, she had been removed and replaced with the dumbest plush snake ever. Looking over when she heard the door slide open, finding you standing in the doorway with her snake laying over your shoulders.

“Aren’t you so smart~”

Honestly, there’s not one prank that has ever worked on Omen.

At least not any that you *think* work, as you can’t make out any facial expressions.

That is until you pull out the real annoying ones.

This is when he starts grumbling.

***

Omen didn’t need to sleep, but he enjoyed the time spent in his room. That was until you decided today was the day you would finally get a reaction from him, and you certainly got one.

As soon as he finished clipping his bonzai the sound of an alarm caused him to jump, looking around only to not find the clock. He didn’t have one, so why was there one going off?

Gently placing down the clippers as another one went off, then another, and within the minute there were at least 5 alarms blaring. But whenever he got close to the noise it seemed to move, but maybe it was just another alarm being set off. There was only one person who was brave enough to do this to him.

You jumped when you heard Omen teleport behind, unprepared for that. Even with what you just did, you should’ve been more than ready for him to show up.

“Oh, Omen!”

“What did you do?”

“You know…” Taking small and slow steps back as if he was an animal that would attack at any moment, “At least your bonsai is safe!”

[needtoloveoutloud]

So, my husband read Chapter 34 and 35 (I finished 35 yesterday, and it also has 17k+ words...) today. Those are his live reactions to reading:

[Insert part from Ch 34] — are you fucking kidding me

Jesus fucking christ, becks

“No? Hello?”

... why

[Reads dialogue between two people from Ch 35 out loud, yells through the apartment]: “YES! GO TELL HER!”

“I can't believe you got me rooting for this guy I don't even like [character he claims he doesn't like but everytime they appear in SPPF he's like: fuck yeah, go tell her!]“

*laughs* “wait this is funny but Daddy Shota will actually kill him for doing [redacted] to Yoru”

“I prescribe Yoru thrice the amount of therapy as well as someone who can heal all her scars.” - Me: “But I don't want her scars gone. It's much more impactful if Yoru-” Him: “HEAL MY GIRL!” :(

“Once this arc is done, can we please have at least three slice of life chapters?”

“... don't you dare torture my girl even further!!!”

“Dude. You're such an ass.”

Then, over a cigarette, he proceeded to tell me his theories about Yoru's quirk and the portals and the shadow world and I neither confirmed or denied anything (he was pretty spot on tbh) and he is so invested ugh I love this human so much

(the image is actually a mild spoiler for ch 35)

[bump1nthen1ght]

Playing His Game (M!Orc x F!Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Male!Orc x Female! Reader

Warnings: Explicit content under the cut (18+ ONLY), degradation

Request: Would you do a part two for Gramus the orc and the female reader? Like an established relationship but still the same kind of nsfw?

Six months in, you think you and Gramus are officially out of the honeymoon phase.

Don’t misunderstand, the relationship is still amazing, the two of you are still very much obsessed with each other. Conversations aren’t dull, the dates haven’t stopped, and you even discovered you have similar habits of living! This isn’t that slump where he finds out your breath smells rank in the morning or you find out he doesn’t know how to wash whisks and genuinely some magic is lost. No, things are just a little different now.

7 months ago, you’d be opening your door in a sexy outfit, hair done and makeup freshly immaculate, trying to bend the sexiest way possible to get your hot neighbors attention. Now, you’re in one of his big shirts and your comfiest Monday™️ underwear, watching him do the dishes as you sip on a rootbeer float.(He once said he hadn’t drank one since he was 7. You try to make them every date night) Your hair is half-messy, your face is nowhere near camera ready, but damn do you feel hot. And maybe its because you just ate a delicious dinner and don’t have to clean, or because your fine-ass boyfriend is wearing those work pants that fit him just right, but you are unabashadly horny in this moment.

Its why you tip-tap your fingers around his back and onto his stomach, pressing your braless chest against him and taking a deep sniff of his shirt. Gramus chuckles, one hand leaving the dishes to pat your arm.

“What are you doing, love?”

His voice is so deep, always so soft. You love it, but you love it even more when it gets rough.

“Nothing.” You mumble into his tshirt, still rubbing circles into his toned stomach. The mischievous smile on your face says otherwise. “Is it illegal for me to hug my boyfriend?”

“No.” He laughs again, rubbing the back of your palm as he runs a mixing spoon under water. “But you’re a naughty girl, so you always have something up your sleeve.”

“Thats a bold accusation, sir.” You say, giggling into his back. “What proof could you possible have?”

“Well, one of your hands is playing with my waistband, for one.” You laugh again, snapping the fabric of his shorts against him. “And the fact that we had sex 3 times last night, yet you’re still hungry for more.”

“What can I say,” You press a kiss into his back muscles, “I find it hard to control myself around my sexy ass boyfriend. Is that a crime…” You intentionally slow your voice, trying to sound as sultry as possible, “Officer?”

“No,” Gramus wraps a hand around your wrist and, in one quick moment, has flipped you both around, your back now pressed against the counter as he smirks over you, “But I don’t like your attitude, slut.” Gramus other hand comes up and grabs yoru jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eye. The dishes lay forgotten behind you, Gramus mouthing the question “Green?” as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

You nod, licking your lips before pretending to struggle in his grip. “I guess you’ll have to correct my behavior, sir. If you can handle me.” You quickly yank your wrist out of his hand, trying to use his gentleness against him and take off toward your bedroom. But Gramus is used to your naughty tricks by now, pivoting your inertia to a nearby cabinet and slamming you (as sweetly as possible) up against it. He uses his body weight to press down and keep you still, though you fretfully play-struggle some more. He kisses his teeth, chiding your failed attempt.

“Nice try, but you’re gonna have to use more of those whore brain cells of yours to get passed me.” Using his forearm, Gramus keeps you pressed against the cabinet while he reaches down and undoes his belt. The clink of it falling to the ground sends goosebumps down your arms, a familiar slickness pooling in your sweatpants. “Now, I expect you to make up for your insurbordination. Maybe I’ll be genereous and even fuck you after.” Gramus doesn’t need any force to push you down on your knees, your mouth already salivating at the prominent bulge in his pants. Those blue boxer briefs you got him the other day strain in between his open fly, making you wet your lips.

“I guess I have to work extra hard.” You pout, looking up at him with all the sluttiness in your arsenal. “After all, that cock looks really big.”

“Damn right, bitch.” Gramus digs his hand into your hair and yanks you forward, shuffling down his underwear and stroking his cock twice. The tip of it taps your lips and you can’t fight the urge to lap at the leaking slit. Gramus’ thumb yanks open your bottom lip, slapping his head against your eager tongue. “That’s right, down on your knees. Where you belong.”

Despite his brutal words, Gramus gently slides his cock down your throat. He waits for your eyes to widen and your head to nod before he slides deeper and deeper, trying not to trigger your gag reflex.

Such a softie. You think, wondering how you became so lucky to have him.

Gramus always makes the cutest faces during blowjobs. His closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose. Even when his big hands yank on your hair or his hips fuck into your face, you can’t help but think he looks so damn adorable.

Drool slips down your jaw as Gramus slots himself into your mouth all the way to the base. You give yourself an imaginary pat on the back as Gramus begins gently thrusting. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, I love this mouth.” Gramus pants, rubbing his thumb across your jaw. “You know how to make me feel good, huh? Fucking whore.” Gramus gently slaps your cheek, just enough to make a sound but not enough to actually hurt. He mouths a timid “Green?” again, to which you nod. He could honestly hit your harder, but you know he prefers not to risk it.

Balls slap against your chin as Gramus picks up the pace, pulling the hand away from your face and leaning it against the countertop. The leverage allows him to move his hips even further, to pound the back of your throat. The gargle of cock in your mouth combined with Gramus grunts make your pussy ache. You decide to sneak one of your hands up his leg while the other goes down to your cunt. The schlick of your wetness is obvious, obvious enough to make Gramus chuckle.

“You’re such a cock-hungry bitch, huh? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” You don’t rebut, instead using your tongue to lick up and down Gramus cock as it goes in out of your mouth. The countertop squeaks from Gramus nails clawing across them. He licks his chapped lips. “Probably want my cum huh? You’d probably swallow if I shot my load down your throat, wouldn’t you?” You nod eagerly, looking so debauched with bruised lips. Gramus smirks, but surprises you when he abruptly pulls out, leaving you gasping. He yanks on your hair, forcing you to stand and leave your pussy unattended. Panting, you look up at him with wide eyes. “Too bad I make the decisions around here.”

Gramus easily turns you around and bends you over the counter. He rips down your shorts with a single hand as he strokes his cock, whistling as he spreads open your pussy lips with two fingers. “Gods be damned, you are wet.” You don’t need assistance in opening your legs, Gramus easily sliding his dick across your wet folds, just catching on your clit. “I guess it’s for the best, wouldn’t want to break you. Though,” Between words Gramus shoves his cock to the hit inside you, stralignt he breath out of your chest, “ I bet you’d like that.”

While you’d typically respond with some snarky banter to keep the roleplay im lime, you find all you're capable of is a whimper as Gramus begins pounding your cunt. His calloused hands dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto his pelvis, nails leaving small half-moons on the skin. He slaps your ass hard and fast, pawing at the curve before hitting it again. You can only imagine how he throws his head hack, grunting with each hump, as your face is pressed into the cool countertop.

Gramus cock brutalizes your g-spot, his sweaty balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The burn of his thick dick stretching you open makes your toes curl, some drool leaking out of your open mouth. Sparks fly up and down your abdomen and you know your lower back is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“F-fuck.” A throaty purr comes from Gramus mouths, slapping your ass again. He’s told you once before that he loves the way it jiggles, that it almost makes him cum every time. You wiggle your hips and push them onto his pelvis, getting another groan and a slap to your ass cheek. “Cheeky little thing.” He mutters under his breath.

“You know you l-love it.” You stutter, finally getting enough wits about you to back talk. But with drool all down the side of your flushed face, you doubt it's very intimidating.

“Damn right I do. Shit!” The knot in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter, Gramus flurried hips telling you that he’s also getting close. A thick palm circles around and grabs you by the throat, pulling you up while arching your back. “Say my name.” Gramus whispers in your ear, the pads of his fingers digging into your jugular. “Scream it.”

With your pussy clenching and your cervix as sore as it is, you doubt you could do anything but scream.

“Gramus! Gramus!” You yell, that knot finally snapping. Gramus shouts another “Fuck!” As your pussy puts him a vice grip, giving a couple more stuttered thrusts before cumming inside you.

You collapse onto the counter, your heavy breath fogging up the cool top. You can feel Gramus sweat dripping down onto your back, his head now laid in between your should blades as he catches his breath. A trickle of his cum runs down you legs, leaving a warm feeling in your gut.

“Damn,” Gramus mumbles into you back. “I forgot about the pans on the stove top.”

You sluggishly turn your head to the left, seeing the messy pot you used for spaghetti sauce tonight’s dinner. You chuckle.

“Sorry, I guess I was too distracting, huh?”

Gramus press a kiss into the center of your back, pulling his softened cock out of you.

“Trust me, it was a welcome distraction.”

Gramus presses another soft kiss to your lips, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt. He then runs a paper towel under hot water and begins wiping away at your legs, cleaning off the slow drying cum. A warm hand rubs your lower back.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sigh, shimmying up your underwear.

“Nope,” You give Gramus a peck in the cheek. “I think that was just right.”

[thehoardofthegreatdragon]

Heres a prompt! Mihawk and Shanks first meeting?

Coughs in going extremely overboard and also slightly off prompt but HERE U GO I CHEATED

Tears didn’t make a man, but how he shed them did. 

Shanks learned that the good way— the long way, from a life lived well enough for heartbreak. He’d sailed more seas than half the world, and crossed half the world to do it. Shanks wasn’t afraid to cry now. He wasn’t afraid to live either, not even when living cut the deepest. 

Shanks shed tears as a man should— without shame, without anything but pride. But the first tears he ever truly shed were for grief, and he hadn’t been a man then. 

He’d been a boy. 

“Do you remember when we first met?” Shanks asked, on a whim, all for one man.

Shanks loved plans more than whims, but Mihawk— Mihawk loved whims. Oh, no one would dare to put money on it— not when Mihawk seemed forged from stern lips and cold eyes. But people were poor gamblers, Shanks had found. They put their money on all the wrong feelings. 

If Mihawk could truly fly, Shanks thought whims would be the wind that carried him. 

“It would be difficult to forget,” Mihawk answered, wine caught on his fingers, and wrist balanced across his chair, “as you remind me yearly.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” Shanks leaned in, and Mihawk leaned back, till his lap was ripe for the taking, and his wine was forgotten as their meetings were not. “You’d never forget that anyway. I nearly impaled myself on Yoru.”

“Many people are impaled on Yoru,” Mihawk cut in, and oh Shanks loved how easily his hands came to steady them, to keep them close. Shanks might be down a hand— and Mihawk might never forget it, let alone forgive it— but who needed a hand like this? Certainly not Shanks. No, Shanks thought. He had everything he needed caught between his thighs, looking up at him. 

On a whim, Mihawk would claim. 

“Yes, but not many do it themselves,” Shanks began, nostalgia creeping into his bones like wind, “I had that special something.”

“Special is one way of putting it,” Mihawk added, dry, like that wine he loved so much. Shanks would have Beck pick out a few more bottles for next time.

“I challenged you to a duel,” Shanks continued, ignoring the barb with the ease of long practice. A life well lived, and all that, “and you accepted it, sweetheart. I was a scrawny kid of fourteen, with more tears on my face than hair, and you accepted my challenge.” 

“It was a whim,” Mihawk ended, as he always did. “Nothing more.”

Shanks laughed. What a pretty liar, caught between his knees. Mihawk leaned forward, as if beckoned by a laugh alone.

Oh, but did Shanks love him. 

“Glad you’re such a fickle thing, then. That whim has carried us for a long while,” and given as many tears as smiles, in the end. 

Shanks didn’t care. For Mihawk, he’d shed as many tears as life had to give.

[haruniki]

Movie Night- CSM

What your fav is choosing for movie night!- Power, Kobeni, Reze, Asa/Yoru, Quanxi(+the gfs), Makima, and Himeno

a/n: first post that i am making from a computer waaaahhh, sorry if it’s bad lol I watched some movies today and i wanted to share what I think some of the characters from CSM would watch! I hope you guys enjoy, also trying to branch out writing some of the characters so there's a bit more in this one i think. Also all movies choosen are just ones that i think they would watch, these are also mostly movies I’ve watched! some of these movie choices suck/are probs overused

POWER:

Power has a very versatile list of movies that she wants to watch every single time

Getting to watch a movie dates are most likely her reward from you for bathing or being good

Power’s pick of a good movie are mostly likely horror movies. The more gorey the better, the more blood shown the better as well.

Always laughing at the horrific scenes

Doesn’t like horror movies where the people have to go through elaborate puzzles to live. Power finds those boring and way to long. (Definitely not disliking Saw)

Power’s go to movie is Texas Chainsaw Massacre! It reminds her of Denji and she likes taking notes of what’s going on then asking Denji if he’s able to do the things that were in the movie.

While watching the movie, Power is really invested! Finds the movies very interesting. Holds Meowy up to see the screen while asking Meowy questions.

“Meowy, don’t you think the movie is interesting? Oh wow! Look at him chopping up that human! Weaklings! I would never be killed in such a way.”

KOBENI:

Kobeni likes movies that have a nice storyline and cute characters!

When she’s able to, Kobeni always choosen a movie that makes her feeling happy! She’s most likely choosing a Studio Ghibli film or a popular romance film!

Howl’s Moving castle is one of Kobeni’s favorite movies to watch on her days off. She likes to be able to be in her pajamas while laying either on the couch or on the bed cuddling with you. Maybe even having a snack or two nearby.

She loves pointing out detail in the scene as well as repeating some of the lines that she knows by heart, though she’ll get embarrassed if you tease her about it.

Kobeni especially loves it when you remember little facts that she tells you about the movie!

“uhh, I know it’s not in the movie, but Sophie.. Sophie actually has powers in novel! I really think they could’ve added it in the movie but I suppose it makes the movie storyline move better. AH! Sorry, I was rambling!”

Kobeni’s favorite character is Turnip Head! She finds Turnip Head helping Sophie along in her adventures adorable!

REZE:

Action Movies with a bit of romance!

While it might be a bit cheesy, Reze likes movies that have both action and some romance. She think it’s nice that throughout all the violence that occurs that the main character and their love interest can still fall in love.

Her top movie of this kinda of movie is Divergent. 

She likes the main character and finds the storyline exciting and interesting.

Definitely read the book series and liked it just as much, maybe even better than movie itself.

Likes explaining niche details in the movie, maybe slightly spoiling the movie/book itself.

“So in this scene, you can see that she’s about to get a tattoo, but your gonna wanna notice the kind of tattoo it is! This will be important for later in the movie and- Heyy (y/nn) are ya listening?”

definitely looks up the actors to see what other movies/shows they’re apart of 

Reze also nit picks certain parts of the movie and how they differ from the book 

ASA/Yoru

Asa doesn’t really watch movies. I see her watching more documentaries than movies.

Likes watching documentaries with you on different topics from oceanic life to ancient greece life.

Doesn’t really talk during these moments you both are watching, but will pause to discuss part of it with you or to correct the speaker about how the information they said was slightly incorrect. (mostly does that during oceanic documentaries)

“I disagree with what they said. While yes you can eat starfish, you have to be careful. A large handful of starfish are poisonous and it’s dangerous to eat them. You can differentiate between them though but that would involve you having to do your own research about such a topic. I don’t see you having to eat those anytime soon, plus if you did-”

Asa is always proud when you praise her for knowing so much. Even offering to teach you a bit more as a study date!

Yoru doesn’t really watch movies or anything but does also like documentaries. Specifically, about weaponry or even wars.

Watching the weaponry documentaries provides her with more ideas for weapons. Likes to also watch the clips of the weapons being made.

War documentaries are a bit different with Yoru though. She oddly proud of them and wishes for you to praise her for them, going so far as to slightly nudge you to hopefully prompt you to compliment such awful events.

“Y’know, I’m the one who cause all of that. Such memorable events came from me! It’s shame that nobody else seems to remember them, ah! But you can boast about how your dating someone so powerful if you wish.”

You might have to explain why those aren’t boastful events even if she pouts.

QUANXI(+the gfs):

Quanxi doesn’t choose what movie is being watched. She usually lets you and the other girls choose. 

However, it isn’t unusually for her to be a tie breaker for a movie. Depending on the movie and her mood, she’ll choose whichever she feels more like watching.

These can range from a horror movie (Cosmo’s choice being Halloween) to mystery movies (Pingsti choice being Where the Crawdads Sing) 

Quanxi usually chooses the movie of whoever she hasn’t been paying more attention to. 

A cuddle pile always occurs during the movies in which almost everyone falls asleep.

Snacks are also always present during these movie nights too. A whole buffet of choices

Quanxi most likely feeds one of the girls and the rest then all ask to be fed there choice of snack

“Eveyone got to eat there snack right? Oh (y/n), c’mere, you got a little somethin’ on your mouth.”

This leads to movie getting completely forgot, sometimes it’s a wonder why a movie night is even held.

MAKIMA:

While a bit of a mystery, one thing that’s for certain about Makima is her love for films.

Makima loves having movies night, especially when you choose then film. She likes to know the reasoning behind your choice. 

Are you sad or mad? Perhaps in a mood for laughs? Romantic movies perhaps you wish for something to happen throughout the movie?

Whatever the reason is, Makima enjoys watching you pick movies.

Makima usually chooses films that might make no sense or that have an artsy way of videography. Though she usually doesn’t say anything or show much emotion during the film

Makima doesn’t really have a favorite film. She likes ones that can make her feel emotions that she might not normally.

A film I believe Makima might genuinely like is Titanic. While an old movie and probably over used movie, it still has a nice storyline and pretty visuals.

“This movie is quite interesting. Were you interested in the romantic aspect of the film or perhaps the tragedy that was the boat sinking? Truly an interesting event, yes?”

Whatever the movie choice is, Makima is sure to even slightly enjoy even if it isn’t something she likes or usually watches.

HIMENO:

On the days that Himeno isn’t working or out drinking with her friends in the division, Himeno enjoys watching movies all day in her pajamas while eating either take out or whatever she has in her house with you.

She always welcome a nice laugh, so comedy movies are definitely her favorites.

Himeno especially likes movies that feature Adam Sandler

Whether that be Grown Ups or Hotel Transylvania, she doesn’t mind.

Loves quote random lines even if the lines are cringey.

Will probably watch any/all comedy movies the she can get her hands on. As long as she can get a good laugh she’s fine with it!

Definitely calls you to tell you that she bought five new movies that you both just have to watch right that moment.

“ Okay so before you come home, head to the convivence store near our place and buy an assload of snacks, OH! And drinks, can’t forget those, No need to grab any beer, i think there’s already some in the fridge. See you at home, ‘kay?”

Overall, Himeno is probably chill with whatever kind of movie you want to watch, but prefers things with comedy or atleast a comedic relief.

[blackholesun321]

Mihawk and Shanks, but they'd die for each other— but just figured the other would one day kill them instead.

Prayed for it, even hoped for it maybe. But they thought... well, they thought wrong, and in one glorious, horrible moment, the idea was rectified.

See, Shanks and Mihawk like to fight, right? Under simplification, they love to fight; on Shanks' end, they live to fight; on Mihawk's, there's only now that they're older, that they have shed the trappings of youth, the baby fat on their cheeks— that these fights can last for hours, for days.

They fight like two fierce animals, Like gods alight their heels upon the Earth only to watch it crack with indifference. Mountains turn to valleys, cliffs turn to beaches, islands turn to sandbars.

It's on one of these islands, one of these crushed rocks, and it's being swallowed by the sea that this life is made true. They die for each other, and they're just about to prove it. They fight, and they fight, and they wear themselves out till their muscles strain and their minds blur, and their thoughts are: survive, survive the next dodge, the next strike, his or me, him or me, him and me. Every breath is a moment between breaths, and when finally, they draw to a draw, barely able to stand, the Marines strike.

Maybe it's a planned attack coordinated with command, maybe it's not. Maybe there are 100 Marines with them, maybe it's just them—Two new admirals high on haki and their devil fruit, ready to prove themselves, ready to prove their worth. Ready to prove their strength, ready to claw their way as they have clawed their way through the ranks of the Marines before them. They've dropped bodies before, what's a few more bodies, especially when those bodies are wanted criminals, heinous marine killers, and of course, a former Roger pirate.

There's no warning, there's no honor, but one moment, Shanks and Mihawk are staring into each other's eyes, panting, and a grin grips the side of one of their faces. Most likely Shanks, as he begins to laugh, and the laugh is abruptly stopped with a choking hack as a hand wraps around his throat and begins to squeeze.

Mihawk does not scream, does not yell, the thing that leaves his mouth is less than human, more than animal. It is horror, it is terror, it is pain, it is anger. It reaches through his chest, grabs his vocal folds and thrusts itself out of his mouth. He howls like a possessed man and lunges Yoru first, haki second, and skewers the man who would be an admiral, arm clean from his shoulder.

He gasps and in victory turn to Shanks, to see if he's okay, but victory doesn't last long. There's a crack, followed by a sharp, sudden pain in his leg, and he looks down, and oh, there's a hole in his thigh; someone shot him.

Advancing from there, Shanks gets up moments later. He doesn't scream, not like Mihawk; instead he yells the swordsman's name. Watches as Mihawk pushes haki into the wound, armament most likely to keep himself from bleeding out, as Shanks grasps Gryphon, as Mihawk grasps Yoru, and they turn back to back, and they begin to fight once again.

The battle is bloody, the battle maybe 15 minutes, maybe half an hour, but by the time they're done, the Marines are dead. The water has turned pink and red with blood, floating limbs and tangled viscera.

Shanks, at some point, almost has his chest caved in, most likely shattered his ribs. Most likely internal bleeding; he is barely moving, barely breathing, sheer, relentless willpower is holding him up. Most of the bones in his right hand have been shattered, his body is one big mottled bruise, he's more than likely dislocated his pelvis, probably cracked his spine and his skull.

Everything hurts, but if he stops now, if he chooses to run and not to fight, Mihawk dies.

Mihawk's leg is a wreck, there's a gunshot, of course, a bullet wound that splattered through his thigh and most likely cracked his femur. His own will is the only thing keeping him standing, the only thing keeping the bone from sliding out of place. His left foot is facing in the wrong direction, probably dislocated. His face is matted with blood from a cut over his right eye. His left ear is chipped, sliced in half. He's broken three fingers on his right hand, and there are three stab wounds on his shoulders, one on his left side. Nothing serious, nothing that will have him bleeding out if he doesn't put some armament over it.

He stands, shaking, arms useless, so he picks up a sword with his mouth and fights on anyway.

There are a few moments where each of them takes a close look at one another, and it is eye-opening. It reveals things they will have to think about later, but right now, it's about surviving, living on so the other can live on.

Then, when they are done, and when the marines are nothing but bodies floating in the newly made sandbar of this island, Shanks will collapse, internal bleeding taking hold, brain damage rattling around his skull. He'll collapse and collapse, and Mihawk, more instincts than a man, more protector than thought, will drag himself over to his body. With one dislocated, shattered wrist, he will push himself up, sword bloody between broken teeth, and snarl at everything and anything that tries to get close to them.

The Red Force comes, of course, maybe one of the admirals, a Devil Fruit user, has the ability to hide haki so they won't know anything's wrong at first. But once that devil fruit user is dead, it'll feel like iron on the tongue, like fear in the air, hot and musky. They'll come running, of course, and they'll find Mihawk hovered over Shanks, hovered over a mountain of corpses, snarling and snarling and snarling through a mouth full of sword.

Like an angel coming down from the heavens to avenge, like a demon that has clawed its way up from hell for revenge, he will sit like a dragon protecting its horde, and nothing will make him budge.

He will eventually come out from his stupor, even in that state, half-awake, half-dead. He will claw his fingers wrapped around Shanks, broken skin and tattered bloodslick and blood-dried clothes. They will not be able to pull them apart.

Even as they drag them back to the Red Force, even as doctors and nurses on board piece them back together, bloody piece by bloody piece, something of theirs will remain touching: skin, clothes, and blood mixed together. At one point or another, both of their hearts stop.

Both of their breathes will be quiet, and drastic measures will be taken to wake them back to life.

Their Vivre cards will burn to a crisp. And when they wake from this, days or weeks from this moment, they will remember looking over in pain, in horrible, terrible pain. They will see the heart monitor flatline.

Each will ask for their hat, through a dry throat and minds hazy with painkillers. Somehow, through the casts wrapped around their fingers, they will search, bleary-eyed and half-alive once again, for the Vivre cards stuck in the band. They will find nothing.

And they will despair. They will think, "This man was supposed to kill me. This man wasn't supposed to die for me; I was supposed to die for him."

Then, one of the doctors, or maybe a nurse, or perhaps Ben Beckman, comes to ensure his captain doesn't do any more stupid shit while he's not watching. They inform him that the other is safe, that they both lived, and that maybe next time, they should, I don't know, call for help instead of nearly getting murdered.

And perhaps there will be a reunion, and maybe there will be some heartfelt comfort. Both of them will take care of each other while they heal, maybe learn something about being taken care of especially when your invalid, I don’t think they’ve ever been invalid before? But they have each other— and maybe, just maybe, they'll realize what they were truly fighting for was each other.

And then, they lived happily ever after, and got pirate married.

The end.

[i-am-vita]

Hello Vita!! I absolutely loved your headcanons with a partner from a different culture.

Being Spanish (Andalusian specifically, which is a exaggerated and stereotyped version of Spanish, hahaha), I think you nailed it with a Spanish and a Mexican as a couple. The accents are... aaaaaaaaah I love them, I don't know if you like the Spanish accent, but I really like Latin accents (by the way, did you know that the actor for Sanji is from the Canary Islands and in the Spanish dub he dubbed himself with a Canary Islands accent? so cute...).

And that idea of big families, that feeling of knowing the ingredients in a meal and thinking we control what we're going to eat but then... it's SUPER SPICY aaaaaaah!!!! water!!!!!, hahaha you made me laugh with that.

By the way, the fact of asking if we're pregnant I think is international! You also made me laugh with that!

I totally buy into the idea that Mihawk has a Spanish mom and a Romanian dad. Honestly, when I watched the live action without any prior knowledge of One Piece, I was blown away seeing that handsome character with that Spanish music in the background! The music fits so well with his aesthetics... and the cross on his chest... being Spanish, you may or may not be religious, but we can't deny that crosses are part of our culture.

By the way, I went to a show in France where a Frenchman fell in love with an Andalusian woman in the XVII century (a beautiful story), and the soundtrack was this. Specifically, starting from the minute I've shared with you, that instrumental part totally gives me the vibes of Ghost Rose and Mihawk, I hope you like it and it inspires you to write more about them!

Greetings from Sevilla! :D

Hello, Jin!! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me 🥰

Yesss, the accents 😚 It's always so much fun to hear all different spanish and latam accents. Ohhh, Taz Skylar's voice was 🫠 I started watching OPLA first on english but I switched to latam spanish pretty soon. Iñaki was sooo cute and they let him talk in mexican (there was a Chapulin Colorado reference!!!) and then ch 5 came and Sanji spoke... My god, his voice is so sexy... It's so rare to have this variety of accents in latam translations, they didn't even gave colombian accents to Encanto 🥺

Big families, salsas not-spicy (lie, they are), medium spicy and totally spicy, a wall full of crosses... That's some of the mexican package 😂 Pro tip: just water don't make the trick, drink milk to get rid of the spicyness in your mouth sooner. Horchata water do it too, there's a reason that's the beverage they would have by default at any restaurant, even street food.

I've been munching for the longest time about Mihawk's heritage with all the little information we have about him and the vibes he gives. If not for the crosses, including Yoru's shape, he would have been more musketeer alike, but the composers definetely felt the spanish vibe too and chose flamenco as his theme because of its intensity and passion. Their video here.

Ohh, I need to see that show and music! But the link is not connecting, like if it's broken or something 😢 Youtube links exclusively are giving me trouble today, share me the title of the play and I will watch it full!!!

I don't know if you were aware (I was told last year) but most of the spanish culture and people that migrated to latam during the colony centuries came from Andalusia! We were fed the most exaggerated and stereotyped version of Spain🤭 and don't make me start with all the MENA influences 🥰

[animehouse-moe]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 120: Triangle

⚠️Warning: Manga Spoilers⚠️

Getting a Nayuta chapter was 100% worth it. So much going on! I think the biggest thing personally, is how much of Nayuta is a mix of stuff that we associate with Makima and Denji. I mean, she does the whole finger gun thing, then follows it up with the peace sign, some pretty well defined aspects of Makima and Denji's characters.

The best part though is her making reference to Denji's luck with ladies, was not at all expecting it so got a good laugh out of me.

Nayuta as a character really is incredibly fun already. I love her approach, perfect amounts of aloof and oblivious. I wouldn't say the aloof is Makima, but rather a characteristic of the Control Devil, and the latter half of Nayuta is her being raised by Denji. With that you get all sorts of fun and interesting pieces out of her like this page of her laughing at Yoru being a dog, and then turning around and being incredibly controlling/possessive of Denji.

Overall it really gives a better look into what a Devil can end up as. We don't have many "human" Devils so it can be hard to really extrapolate what makes them tick, but Nayuta provides a great example. Devils are a combination of Nature and Nurture. Nayuta (and by extension Makima) have intrinsic traits that rest at the core of their existence that will appear regardless of when and where they are. The finger gun, the possessive nature, the dogs (though sorta not really), even potentially stuff as simple as hairstyle; there are pieces of the Control Devil that exist separate of Nayuta and Makima. And on the other end we have the aspects that they learned through their lives. Look at Nayuta and how she eats or speaks, or even her laugh. Denji is apparent in all of them, providing opposition to the nature of the Control Devil. It's really cool, and it very casually proves that Makima and Nayuta are not at all the same people, but are the same Control Devil.

Anyways, Asa's long winded monologues really are quite fun, especially with how she always dives into a tsundere act to avoid self-deprecation. That, and Yoru's little "Uh-huh" at the end coupled with her sort of distant and awkwardly avoidant stare makes it even better.

The biggest thing to come of this chapter though is absolutely Yoshida meeting up with Asa.

If he finds her this late at school, with nobody else around, was he actually tailing Asa when she went to Denji's? How much does he really know? He saw Fami at the aquarium, but how much does he know of Asa/Yoru? What's he planning on with meeting up with her? And are we gonna get to see Denji jealous when he inevitably see Asa with Yoshida?

And when the hell are we gonna find out who the imposter Chainsaw Man is!?

Regardless, it was a really fun chapter that continued the sort of tangent we've been on lately, making for a far slower story. This second part really has been a whole bunch of fun so far, constantly referencing part 1 while also keeping its distance. It hasn't really gotten into any "big" moments yet, but Fujimoto has what seems to be a winning formula without having to jump from fight to fight. Definitely looking forward to next week's chapter!

[kogareteplanet]

RILISREVERSE - Yoru no Yamai

Whoever wrote this was ready to die for their crush at one point and you know what same sis.

English

The symptoms were slowly progressing In a 6-mat hospital room, I couldn’t see the sky from the window How long has it been now? The pain is so great I can't sleep But my murder is tender, with a soft knife

Your look or that gaze or those words I don't accept them Even if I puke, I’ll swallow the pain and cast it aside My body got a little heavier

Unwittingly, unconsciously, the pain i’d been carrying Had ah, immobilised me

On a night when i'm sick I bow to you, who had at last held my heart That deep night, a disease spread by liars

Soley, that song will be what rescues me from that night

Deep in my chest was the medicine i’d taken to dissolve it Their droplets insoluble while cold

I’m used to it not working As when one takes too much “Dreams” are also a side effect To you, oh night when i’m sick I began to understand you

Your look or that gaze or those words It’s fine if I can’t force myself to accept them And it’s fine if you don’t love me completely My heart became a little lighter

Truly, don’t I have to admit The sickness was Ah, it was “me” all along

In the dead of night, laughing with you Slowly, the world is being changed And the lowly me is too So I’ll go on living with my whole heart

So let’s say, even if if i’m frail, barely holding on It is “I” who will keep on living

The cause was unknown The name of that pain was given to me Yes, after all, that pain’s name too Was the only thing that saved me…

On a night… On a night when i’m sick You’d truly given to me a gentle darkness And now I With my whole heart, can keep on living

So let’s say, if i’m frail, barely holding on “Living” will be beautiful

We’ll step out into the newly risen dawn Let’s take that “night” with us too.

Japanese

症状は徐々に進行していた。 6畳の病室、窓は空を見せない いつからだろうか？ 眠れない程の痛みが 静かに柔らかな刃物で僕を殺すんだ

あの表情や視線や言葉を 受け入れられず、吐いても 痛みは飲み込んで仕舞うよ 体は少し重くなった

知らず知らずに持たされた荷物が Ah　動けなくするんだ

ヨルノヤマイ 君をさらい、最後に心を持ってった 夜は深い、嘘つきが撒いた病

あの音楽だけがこの夜から救ってくれる

胸の奥、溶かすように薬飲んだ 粒子状のソレは冷めた温度には溶けない

効かない事に慣れて 摂り過ぎりゃ 「夢」も副作用 拝啓、ヨルノヤマイ キミがわかってきたんだ

あの表情や視線や言葉は 無理に受け入れなくていい 全部愛せなくてもいい 心は少し軽くなった

きっと認めなくちゃいけないんだ この病は Ah　「自分自身」だって事

夜の中、君と笑う 世界は少しずつ変わっていく 弱い自分も この心ごと生きていく

たとえ、脆くて、からがらでも 「僕」を生きていく

原因不明だった この痛みに病名をくれた この痛みにも名前があるんだって それだけで心は救われて…

夜の… ヨルノヤマイ キミはきっと優しい暗闇をくれたんだ 今の自分と その心ごと生きていていいんだよ

たとえ、脆くて、からがらでも 「生きる事」が美しい

明け出した空、踏み出すよ この「夜」も連れていこう。

Notes

6畳の病室 is literally a hospital room with 6 tatami mats, which we don't really have in English speaking cultures, so I thought about just saying "hospital room." But hey you just learned an interesting fact so maybe it was worth not doing that.

[mentalhells]

Sick Sick シックスティーン - Sick Sick Sixteen

Sick Sick, you there crying, yeah, you’re

Sick Sick sixteen

Sick Sick, nice to meet ya,* on nights listening to

Ding Dong drug music

Hack Hack, that’s real hip, you’re already a

Hack Hack harlequin

Until the point you Crack Crack, the world is

Crack Crack, so pitch black

Sick Sick　泣いてる　君は　そう

Sick Sick　シックスティーン

Sick Sick　夜露死苦　夜に聴く

Ding Dong　ドラッグ・ミュージックで

Hack Hack　ハクいね　君は　もう

Hack Hack　ハーレクイン

Crack Crack　するほど　世界は

Crack Crack　真っ暗くら

Sick Sick nai teru kimi wa sou sick sick shikkusutiin

Sick Sick yoroshiku yoru ni kiku

Ding Dong doraggu myujikku de

Hack Hack hakuiine kimi wa mou

Hack Hack haarekuin

Crack Crack suru hodo sekai wa

Crack Crack kurakku makkura kura

However, whoever to you sickly write “love”**

Even if you read it as “me”

Just being in love with love

That’s so not me

Jeez, I’m not a kid anymore

I’m not, not, not, not

ヤマイダレにコイと書いて

それを“あたし”と読んでも

恋に恋するだけ

あたしじゃない

もう　子供じゃない

ない・ない・ない・ない

Yamaidare ni koi to kaite

Sore o “atashi” to yonde mo

Koi ni koisuru dake

Atashi janai

Mou kodomo janai

Nai nai nai nai

Your face is so sick, I so get your heart tho,***

We’ll hold each other like we’re trading blows

To live is like, literally messed up

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

I’ll get you, not with the heater****, but with with my heart

Let’s not kill each other, but love each other

To live is like, seriously sick

Even sicker than dying

Sick Sick Sick sixteen

顔はヤバいよ　ハートをやんな

殴り合うように　抱きしめ合うよ

生きてくなんて　本気(ガチ)でヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

ハジキじゃないよ　ハートでやんな

殺し合うより　愛し合うんだ

生きてくなんて　本気(ガチ)でヤバいよ

死ぬよりヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick　シックスティーン

Kao wa yabai yo haato o yanna

Naguri au you ni dakishime au yo

Ikiteiku nante gachi de yabai yo

Sick sick sick sick sick

Hajiki janai yo haato de yan na

Koroshiau yori aishiaunda

Ikiteiku nante gachi de yabai yo

Shinu yori yabai yo

Sick sick sick shikkusutiin

Thug Thug, talking all gangster, you wanna be called a

Killer Killer killer queen

Thug Thug, with your brass knuckles

Yo Yo, Throw the punch, you Hell’s Angel*****

Thug Thug　サグいって　言われたい

Killer Killer　キラークイーン

Thug Thug　メリケンサックして

Yo Yo　投げ　暴走天使(よばしり)

Thug Thug saguitte iwaretai

Killer Killer kiraakuiin

Thug Thug merikensakku shite

Yo Yo nage yoba shiri

However, whoever to you sickly write “dreams”**

Even if it’s a real thorn in your wrist

Only dreaming your dreams

Only pinky-promising

Even though I’m already all grown up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

ヤマイダレにユメと書いて

それを手首に刺(い)れても

夢に夢　見るだけ

指切るだけ

もう大人なのに

はい・はい・はい・はい

Yamaidare ni yume to kaite sore o tekubi ni irete mo

Yume ni yume mirudake yubi kiru dake

Mou otonananoni

Hai hai hai hai

It’s super cringe to just wait, don’t get driven all the way back

Ride it out until the next hell

It’s seriously cringe to laugh at others

Go laugh at yourself, jerk

Go give yourself a smile (lol)

待つのダサいよ　後ろに乗んな

次の地獄まで　乗ってきなよ

誰か嘲笑(わら)うの　本気(ガチ)でダサいよ

てめえを嘲笑(わら)えよ

てめえで　微笑(わら)えよ(笑)

Matsu no dasai yo ushiro ni nonna

Tsugi no jigoku made nottekinayo

Dareka warau no gachi de dasai yo

Temee o warae yo

Temee de warae yo

Sick Sick, your sixth sense runs wild

You’re scared of the world, a hate, hate, hated child

Your world of sensitive sensibilities, the world’s not all that bad

Sicks teen is all, is all but idiocracy

In this world running rampant with no-name goods

You’re surely damaged goods, you lunatic

Break away from the Kimagure Sixth Road******

Unsellable sickness, Cut Cut, give it a buy!

Sick Sick　シックス・センス　蔓延る

憎・憎・憎まれっ子　世に憚る

繊細センス　世・渡る世間は

Sicks teen　ばっか　ばっか　莫迦ばっか

無印良品　蔓延るこの世で

キ印の君　きっと不良品

鬼魔愚零　シックス・ロード仏恥義れ

売れない病気 Cut Cut　買ってやれ

Sick sick shikkusu sensu habikoru

Niku niku nikumarekko yo ni habakaru

Sensai sensu yo wataruseken wa

Sicks teen bakka bakka baka bakka

Muinryouhin habikoru konoyo de

Kijirushi no kimi kitto furyouhin

Kimagure shikkusu roudo futsu hajigire

Urenai byouki Cut Cut katte yare

However, whoever to you sickly write “die”**

Rather than flying off the rooftop

Go fly with music

Go fly with a song

Give flying a try

Right, right, right, right?

That’s right, Sick Sick Sick Sick

ヤマイダレにシぬと書いて

屋上から飛ぶより

音楽で飛べよ

歌で飛べるよ

飛んでみなよ

ネ・ネ・ネ・ネ

そうネ Sick Sick Sick Sick

Yamaidare ni shinu to kaite

Okujou kara tobu yori

Ongaku de tobeyo

Uta de toberu yo

Tonde mi na yo

Ne ne ne ne

Sou ne sick sick sick sick

Your face is so sick, I so get your heart tho,***

We’ll hold each other like we’re trading blows

To live is like, literally messed up

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

Let’s not face off, you’re not my foe

And don’t you beat up yourself

To live until you die is

Seriously, like, literally

Even sicker than dying

Sick Sick Sick sixteen

顔はヤバいよ　ハートをやんな

殴り合うように　抱きしめ合うよ

生きてくなんて　本気(ガチ)でヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

タイマンはんな　てめえではんな

てめえ自身とタイマンはんな

死ぬまで生きるの

本気(ガチ)の本気(ガチ)さ

死ぬよりヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick　シックスティーン

Kao wa yabai yo haato o yanna

Naguri au you ni dakishime au yo

Ikiteiku nante gachi de yabai yo

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

Taiman han'na temee de han'na

Temee jishin to taiman han'na

Shinu made ikiru no gachi no gachi sa

Shinu yori yabai yo

Sick sick sick shikkusutiin

So don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, Sick Sick

So don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, Sick Sick

Don’t cry

泣きなよ　泣きなよ　泣きなよ Sick Sick

泣きなよ　泣きなよ　泣きなよ Sick Sick

泣きなよ

Nakina yo nakina yo nakina yo sick sick

Nakina yo nakina yo nakina yo sick sick

Nakina yo

TRANSLATION NOTES

This song has a teen delinquent (or yankii) motif (see music video<3) and as such uses a lot of slang and puns associated both with historical delinquent groups and with current day teens. One thing popular with teen delinquent gangs in the past was puns using phonetic pronunciations of certain words, but with kanji characters that hold other meanings, so there’s a lot of those and references to that practice. There are also some instances where certain kanji are written, but provided with alternate readings.

*: This first instance is a pun on “yoroshiku/nice to meet you”, written with the characters meaning night, tears, death, and suffering, respectively. It was popular with members of Bosuzoku biker gangs.

**: These lines are written in katakana (only phonetically) so their meanings are more obtuse, but (I believe) they’re puns on yamaidare, a kanji radical (used to construct kanji characters) and yamai, dare, meaning “sickness” + “who/whoever” respectively

***: I think it’s so funny that the closest english equivalent to the either really really good or really really bad popular slang term yabai is… Sick. This song is too sick. Yanna is a little trickier but as I understand it, it’s something like “y’know?” or “right?”… I hope

****: Hajiki is slang for gun, so I tried to pick appropriate matching slang…

*****: Literally meaning “acting recklessly” plus “angel” tagged on the end cuz it’s cute, this is a reference to the earlier mentioned Bosuzoku biker gangs. We do a little appropriate localization as a treat

******: Pun on a manga featuring delinquent characters, but “kimagure” in the name, usually meaning fickle or selfish, is changed to be spelled with the characters for demon, devil, foolery, and voidness respectively

[seaoftales]

; Valentine's Day Special Ask ₊˚⊹♡

Mr 3 is laying at the bottom of the bed, legs up the air moving back and forth as he nonchalantly ate bonbons from a heart shaped box with Mihawk’s name on it. Mihawk’s living quarters were overfilled with boxes of all different shapes and sizes, stacked one over another with only a single gap on the floor that made it walkable. “ Oii Sir Mihawk. Listen to this. I never believed in love at first sight, but that's before I saw you! I envy Yoru for being able to feel your touch! Mihawk Sama!!  Fu ha ha ha ha ha ! ” Galdino couldn’t hold himself anymore as he started to laugh. Rolling side to side. He loved the letters the convicts sent. “—and it doesn’t stop here, ga ne. More ships are arriving since evening. Ah! The curse of having good looks. You should see how Mr 1 is struggling to keep the marriage proposals towards Sir Crocodile away, ga ne. That’s my fault, I started the gossip that he was searching for it.”

The swordsman had been roughly on his third box of chocolates at that point, still slightly bewildered at the sheer amount of the boxed goodies that covered quite literally almost all and every surface in his private quarters. The only intact places had been a small gap to the door for walking purposes, the bed, and the chair yours truly was sitting on at that point. While he didn't celebrate Valentine's Day, mainly because he had nobody to celebrate it with, Mihawk was quite the sweet tooth and would never say no to a box of chocolates, especially the ones made from the dark chocolate variety. Perhaps what looked like several dozens of them could be considered too much, though he wouldn't be complaining.

The messages on some of them were particularly interesting, the one in question that Galdino read out loud almost having him choke on the sip of wine he took in between eating more chocolates.

❝ So you're the one who orchestrated all this? ❞ He wasn't even mad about it. In fact, Mihawk was incredibly amused by all this. ❝ I have to admit, hearing Crocodile lose his mind about all these marriage proposals and blaming it all on the clown is peak entertainment. Best of all, we have more chocolate I know what to do with to eat and wine to drink while watching it all unfold. ❞

A part of him was really glad he wasn't on the receiving end of all those marriage proposals, though he relished in the chaos that they caused.

❝ I have another one, ❞ the swordsman announced as he reached for another one of the little notes left along with the plethora of boxes of chocolates. ❝ Blood is red, the sea is blue. If anybody can have me in a chokehold, I'd love it to be you. How do people come up with these? ❞

@waxgentleman