#lunarian positivity

[xxcalicofemmexx]

lunarian + amethysts

Lunarian: A term for nonbinary people who are female-aligned or feminine-aligned; Who identify partially with a feminine gender; Who have (sometimes indescribable) ties to femininity; Someone who has similarities in identity or experience with women. Part of the galactian alignment system.

[whotfishazel]

People need to stop assuming that the term trans has to mean either AMAB Transfemmes or AFAB Transmascs. IT IS AN UMBRELLA TERM FOR ANYONE WHO IS NOT CIS. Need me to repeat it? Yes, of course it includes AMAB transfemmes, and AFAB transmascs. BUT it also means us enbies, and YES this does DAMN WELL include:

AMAB neoboys, demiboys, libramascs, and solarians

AFAB neogirls, demigirls, librafems, and lunarians

Quoigender, Pomogender, and Gender Apathetic people

trans AFABs who are still women and trans AMABs who are still men

Agender, gendervoid people

Xenogender people

anyone who just doesn’t feel quite cis

Even if you’ve never changed your names or pronouns, or gotten hormones or surgeries, you’re still trans

Don’t worry, you ARE valid and you ARE still trans

I love you all <33

[astrangerthatlovesyou]

An especially happy pride month to the trans people that aren’t transmasc, or transfem.

Happy pride month to the trans people that also aren’t transneutral

Happy pride month to people that aren’t cis or trans

Happy pride month to AMAB demiboys, neoboys, libramasculines, and helians

Happy pride month to AFAB demigirls, neogirls, librafeminines, and lunarians

Happy pride month to pomogender, quoigender, and gender apathetic people

Happy pride month to the trans AFABs that are still women and the trans AMABs that are still men

Happy pride month to agender and gendervoid people that don’t feel cis or trans, and to those that do

Happy pride month to trans people without dysphoria

Happy pride month to trans people who don’t want hormones or surgeries

Happy pride month to people who never wanted to change their names, pronouns, or otherwise socially transition

Happy pride month to everyone that wonders if they’re trans enough

Happy pride month to everyone that isn’t quite cis. You’re trans enough for the trans community, and if you don’t feel trans, we’re happy to have you here too.

I’m glad you’re here, I love you.

Happy pride month!

[ministerofchaosabsolute]

Sorry, can we, like, talk about this -

I love the difference between concept art and shown design sometimes, but ESPECIALLY Final Fantasy's because what happened. Like, take Fusoya for example: (Concept)

(Final ?)

Like, I'm losing it. What happened here? Did they not know how to model/sprite his concept design, maybe? Maybe they thought it would be too difficult to show him in battles/overworld/etc, etc. I understand the potential logic behind it, I just also find it to be a really funny change.

[starsandsuch]

Astro Observations pt 7 📚

Short & sweet , random thoughts i recently had. Both Vedic & Tropical observations!!!

1. Aries and Pisces are naturally great at fashion. A lot of the fashion “it” girlshave these signs in their big 3.

2. Sagittarius gain a lot of power in and life and accumulate a lot of wealth

3. 3rd house placements are usually end up having a lot of success in life, since the 3rd house is our courage and bravery, they never let setbacks block them for to long

4. Sagittarius naturally have great athletic ability

5. Gemini placements are just as “lucky” as Sag placements. Jupiter works in their favor a lot too

6. Benefic planets in the 7th house gives one a great reputation (Jupiter, Moon, Venus, Mercury)

7. Finding a long term relationship is harder for people who dont have Venusian influence on their 7th house at all.

8. Someone with Venus in the 7th, or Venus ruling the 7th thrive with partnership since that’s Venus’ desired position.

9. Jupiter is not great for monogamous relationships. Jupiter’s influence on the 7th house makes it so one always has options in love, making it hard to settle with one person.

10. Jyesthas and Ardras derive a lot of ego from being “hardworking” they often criticize others for being lazy or not working hard enough, which is kinda true. Their work ethic is unmatched.

11. The laziest nakshatra is Purva Phalguni. They’ll do anything to get out of doing work, including fake illnesses. They work hard only toward a their creative projects though.

12. Someone check on Jupiterians. They’re always taking care of everyone but usually don’t get that same energy back.

13. Which signs /nakshatras/planets are the most “s3xual” ? I think it could be the Lunarians or Mercurials.

14. Nodal people are usually attracted to other nodal people. The same way venusians are “cliquey” Rahuvians and Ketuvians can be too.

-starsandsuch✌️💕

Previous Astro observations

[aspenonpawzzz]

WOW! i found my gender....

Again.

LUNARIAN PRIDE!

"Lunarian"

[alexa-yukiyu]

Sponge Cake (Thatch x child!lunarian!reader)

A/N okay I ‘m not sure how I feel about doing three for one, im both sure I paid attention to both ideas enough so please let me know what you think! Please note that since this is a lunarian they are brown skinned. I tried not to mention the hair since there is so much variety there but I did mention the skin. Also I decided gn since the requests were both female and male.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“What’s the occasion, Dokucha?” Ace questioned as he watched the tween pull out a pan from the oven, wings flapping in what he guessed was excitement

“I just wanted to make something for you guys!” They exclaimed as they took hold of the pan, flying their way over to the table that their brothers sat at

“Watcha make pumkin’?” Thatch asked as he took a peek at the pan. 

“I made cake!” They called as they attempted to cut said pastry 

“Ah, darlin’, please lemme me cut it,” Thatch called as he gingerly took the knife in his hand.

“I -I can do it, Thatch-nii! I’m nine!” They fussed, trying to get the knife back

“I know, but I don’ wanna risk you gettin’ hurt,” they called, waving them off as cut the cake with ease, pulling one of the pieces into a nearby plate.

“I’m a Lunarian Thatch-nii,” they scoffed, finding it outrageous that a mere knife could even nick their bronze skin, much less go through it.

“Here, ya can have tha first pie…ce?” 

“What’s wrong-yoi?” Marco asked as he noticed Thatch’s frozen position

“Thatch-nii! I couldn’t reach the sprinkles. Can you help me get them?” They begged, pulling at his white uniform

He glanced at them, a knowing smile on his face as he straightened himself and nodded.

“Of couse,” he drawled, placing the utensil down and following after the child. The flame behind them moving brazenly, giving away the kid’s nervousness.

“You have to keep quiet about it, Thatch-nii,” they hissed when they determined they were out of earshot.

“Sponge Cake? Really?” He teased 

“Shut up! None of them noticed! You’re the head of the cooking Division, so obviously, you would have noticed the difference. I didn’t know you were joining them,” they frowned, stomping their feet. Their wings mirror their mood as they angrily flapped behind them.

“So whatcha ya put in it?” He questions, Browsing through the upper cabinets for their excuse.

“H-How did you know?” They gaped

“Cause you, pumkin’, are an absolute menace to everyone on this ship, ain’t no way you would have stopped with the sponge,” he mused, pulling out the container of sprinkles and handing it to a Shellshocked dokucha

“Wasabi… I put wasabi over the sponge to make it look like mochi,” they mumbled.

“Ya not gonna prank me for the rest of the year.”

“Why would I agree to that?” 

“Because if ya don’, imma go tell ’em, and then YOU are goin’ to be grounded for the rest of the year for nothin’.”

“Ung”

“Checkmate pumkin’ remember you learned to be a menace from even bigger menaces,” he stated smugly.

“Fine!” They pouted 

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya, darlin’,” he grinned, his attention being drawn by the loud sound of gagging, gasping, and spitting.

“Ya better go before the wasabi hits,” he laughed, watching as the Lunarian opened their wings and hightailed out of the Kitchen and to the Deck, letting out a squeal as they avoided a sudden Flash of blue

“Hi Marco-nii! You look a little red!” They cackled, taking in the very red and pained face the first mate wore on his face

“Come here.” He called launching themselves at them with a flap of his own wings letting a groan as they simply ducked under him

“Bye Marco-nii!” They laughed as they closed their wings, allowing gravity to take them closer to the only man who would save them right now

“Hi Papaw! Love you, Papaw!” They hurriedly called as they ducked behind the man, popping out of them to let one final goodbye to the commander as they pulled at their eye and stuck his tongue out at him.

What do you think? I’m kinda effy about this one, idk feel like I should have included the rest of the characters more and much more lunarian ish ? ahhh im overthinking!

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@epochal-oracle

[soulsty]

Reading Houseki No Kuni as someone who struggles with low-empathy:

I’ve seen an occasional joke about how the gems in hnk are incapable of human empathy, and it’s very true, especially when you get to chapter 96. I think that’s a large reason why people don’t like a lot of the gems by the time they finish the story, because they don’t seem to experience much empathy for Phos. (Most of them at least, Euclase definitely does to a degree, but they’re the only one that stands out to me.)

I understand why this makes people upset with them. Phos is collectively all of the fandom’s baby, we all love them, so it’s sometimes hard to like other characters if they have no empathy or remorse towards a character that we love so deeply, and for many, connect with. 

However, I could not, and can never see myself in that position as someone who struggles with low-empathy. My whole life, I always told myself why and how I need to seem like I'm empathetic towards the things people are going through, and it's not that I don’t care, it’s just that my brain doesn’t naturally produce that empathy towards people, and I have actively noticed that when I get too exhausted to force empathy, I feel much colder towards things, and it sucks. I want to feel things for people very deeply, I love my friends with all my heart, and I genuinely feel terrible about feeling apathetic towards the things they experience. 

So reading Houseki No Kuni, as someone who experiences this on a daily basis, one of the lines that stood out to me, so, so, deeply:

“No, and that’s what’s bothering me.”

The context of the line doesn't necessarily speak to what I'm talking about here, since it's more about how Cinnabar feels like they should want Phos by their side, and feels guilty for being happy without them. But that very specific line in a vacuum is exactly it. I don’t, and that’s what’s wrong. I feel like I should, but I just don’t. It's the conversation I've had with myself so many times "do you feel empathy towards this?" "no, and I feel terrible that I can't."

And the fact that Jade agrees, and a few other gems probably would, makes it so impossible for me to hold these things against them. It feels so human to me, despite many people seeing it as decisively inhuman.

Also, Cinnabar shifting away from how they feel, to making that connection to the windy day, the only time Cinnabar had the heart to tell Phos to slow down and take care of themselves, hits me deeply. There’s something so palpable to me about not being emotionally present enough to feel a certain way, and instead relating it to a time when your emotions did feel raw, and real. I've experienced this several times.

Also, benefit of the doubt for the gem lunarians, we don't know when within the 10,000 years chapter 96 takes place. They could've spent months, or even years feeling very compassionately for Phos, and simply moved on by now, we have no idea.

I love all the gems and I love chapter 96, thank you for reading my perspective, maybe this will give you a different viewpoint on some of the gems! Or maybe not! I’m not telling you how to feel about anything! Your opinions were valid as they are, and I understand them, the lack of empathy frustrates me too, believe me lmao

[skull-pun]

I really like the idea of Yamato getting his own crew/scabbards so I thought I'd compile a list of the people who I'd like to see join him and their potential roles.

Introducing...The Oden Pirates! We've got:

Yamato - He's the captain (of course) and the one who (again, of course) came up with their name.

Minatomo - Every good crew needs a good shipwright, and who better than the best carpenter in Wano who even taught Franky a thing or two.

Some and Chuji - This one's a little out of left field, but I think Some would like to get stronger so that she can help Sanji like he helped her, also she obviously has a crush on our boy sooo y'know. Her pet mouse Chuji would be the crews mascot/emergency food. Speaking of food, I think Some would make a good cook for the crew since she is already running a soba shop in the current story.

Bao Huang - Cute design, useful power, did nothing wrong, make my girl the lookout!

Who's Who - This one's interesting, I think he'd reluctantly join the crew with plans to betray them the first chance he gets, perhaps he'll attempt to get back in the government's good books by selling the crew out? I'm not sure what his position would be, I guess he's just the swordsman? Maybe he'll make himself vice captain? Who knows what Who's Who is gonna do.

Sasaki and Black Maria - Both of these characters didn't get that much play in the Wano arc, so let's throw them on Yamato's crew to complete our Tobi Roppo set.

Ulti and Page One - Ulti pledged allegiance to Yamato in the latest chapter, so this one is set in stone, I'm just not sure what their roles would be? Eh, they don't need a job, they can just vibe.

So, yeah, that's the crew! Now here's the sad sacks that didn't quite make the cut:

Shinobu and Tama - I was flip flopping on wether or not to put these two on the crew, mainly Tama, but I decided in the end that Shinobu would want to stay close to Momo and Tama would want to stay with Shinobu to complete her training.

Basil Hawkins - Dead? Not dead? It's unclear, we need an SBS to clarify this, but if he is alive then I would have put him on the crew since I think he was underdeveloped in Wano and it would be a shame to just leave such a cool character to rot in Udon.

King/Arber - If King joined and reunited with the Straw Hats we could get some more lore on the lunarians, but ultimately I don't think it'd make sense for Yamato to break him out of Udon just to make him part of his crew.

Kin'emon and Momo - As much as they'd love to meet the Straw Hats again, they still have plenty of work left to do in Wano. Momo and the Scabbards will reunite with the Straw Hats in the final battle, but for now, they remain in Wano.

Thanks for reading this long ass post, feel free to return to it and mock me when none of this happens! BYE

[snarky-art]

Chimera and Cassandra!

In my rewrite, they’re both Lunarian , aka Deliosians (the actual name that most of them use to refer to themselves as)

Cassandra does indeed use Valtor’s influence to get them a higher ranking, in fact, the highest ranking one could get under Solarian rule.

Chimera is just a pawn in that, and although isn’t enthusiastic, is non the less shunned into obedience by their mother.

Info on their general storyline, content within my lore, and why I drew them Cassandra with a different skin tone and Chimera with a different hair texture below!

Cassandra ends up tanning to pass as more Solarian since they have an ethnic ancestry from those who stayed underground on Lunaria, which in my thing, results in them tending to have a paler complexion as well as increasing the likelihood for a paler hair color. Blond is considered a Solarian trait by those from Solaria, although the lightness of it would be considered Lunarian. Cassandra can just pass it off as being the result of some “impure Ancestry” though and that she’s mainly Solarian because,, the color of her hair, you see? Blond! And her iris color (also Lunarian, but she can claim the paleness is because of the small Lunarian part “tainting” it and resulting in phenotypic traits being less intense in hue) and that combined with her tan, she can prove she is Mostly Solarian,, right????

Spoiler alert: she’s totally 100% Lunarian.

In my thing, Stella will realize fairly quickly that Chimera is not someone who has much choice in this. On top of not being a willful participant, they hate pretty much everything about it. They straighten their hair because it’s easier than curling it to the 3c and various 4 texture curls that Solarian’s can have, but they still hate it. They refuse to tan or add glimmers or contacts to change their eyes. They don’t want to. Why should they?

Cassandra allows it, VERY begrudgingly. She can blame it all on Chimera’s father anyway (he had an ancestry from those who lived above ground hilariously enough, meaning his skin tone and hair color were darker overall, and he could’ve passed better as Solarian if he wanted to ((he didn’t for obvious reasons. Fuck Solarian Imperial rule.)) but shhhh he’s not in the political sphere there’s no reason for that information to pop up ever).

Even with all of this though, when all of this stuff is said and done, Stella can’t even really blame Cassandra.

For Cassandra, yes it is an attempt at a power grab, but, Stella also kind of Gets It.

“Well,, I can’t really blame her for this at the end of it all. I understand why she would want that power. How else would she get it? She’s Lunarian.”

She’s still pissed at her for doing what she could to get rid of her obviously and she thinks she’s a shitty mom, but the actual goal of trying to get on the throne? Stella goes, “well I think it’s fair to see why she would want more power. It’s not like they have much compared to me. To Solarians.”

And people are pissed she’s saying this, it was cute she was trying to play Dress Up and shit (how they referred to her connecting to her heritage from her mother, wearing actual Deliosian garb and paying respect to the Moons equally as much as the Suns). But she’s taking this seriously? Cassandra was just another power hungry Lunarian trying to get into court in a higher position. They’ve always wanted more than they have, say the Solarians in power.

Stella’s response? It’s because what they have isn’t equal.

The rest of the panel she’s speaking to during the court session: well,, I mean, that’s not the same as wanting equality-

Stella: why not? Because you’ve refused to give them independence. This wouldn’t be an issue if you did that. Or are you actually going to concede and give them equal representation?

The panel:…..

Stella ends it by pointing out she’s just as much Lunarian as she is Solarian. The panel hates it.

Stella and Chimera end up as sisters when everything is done, with Stella and Chimera referring to each other as such, and Chimera becomes one of the loudest people and a head representative for the Delios Independence Movement.

Cassandra is still in court sessions as a political figure, but is given shit for being such an ass to Stella and being seen as a shitty mom, forcing her daughter into this and using her mainly for a political pawn. It’s too soon to let her continue to hold influence though after the Valtor incident the others present decide, and she’s kicked out for a while. She’s still shit talked for the reasons previously mentioned, and for being a Lunarian that dared to want power, according to the Solarian Imperialists in court.

Stella invites her back after a time. Stella appreciates her thoughts on how to make things better for those of Delios because she knows Cassandra will never hold back on her real thoughts and feelings. Chimera and Cassandra don’t really talk after everything for a while, but eventually things do get better, and they do resume regular correspondence and communication. They’ll never be super close, but they know they can rely on each other when it counts.

[theclockworkkidart]

(JJBA LotL AU) I redrew it because I wanted to. Link to the original that’s (wheezes) two years old now (link).

Acanthite (Sorbet) is shattered by Lunarians while trying to protect Orthoclase (Gelato). A hardness of 2.5 meant it didn’t take much. Parts recovered and reassembled.

Anatase (Illuso) is accidentally covered in Cerussite's (Fugo) toxic metal. Parts need to be carved off and Anatase ends up losing some memory but ultimately recovers.

Wavellite (Pesci) is shattered in a fight against Lunarians, Celsian (Prosciutto) already damaged. The Lunarians were defeated but recovering Wavellite’s body from the sea took a bit of time.

Celsian (Prosciutto) heavily damaged in a fight against the Lunarians. Watched Wavellite nearly being abducted and attempted to fight but ultimately the others got rid of the Lunarians.

Strengite (Melone) shot with a Lunarians arrow through the mouth. Strange attack as Strengite is a long distance weapon fighter and he was positioned in the building looking for the Lunarians.

Arctite (Ghiaccio) shot through the neck with a Lunarian arrow.

Microlite (Formaggio) severely damaged during a fight with Lunarians, especially to the face where both eyes ended up damaged and attempted to battle blind. Recovered.

Orthoclase (Gelato) caught in a Lunarian trap as Acanthite was damaged. Orthoclase being the soldier and Acanthite not took a mental toll.

And finally Eucryptite (Risotto) damaged in a downpour of Lunarian arrows.

All of them were recovered 😌.

[lyriumcoloredskies]

Smitten (18+)

Pairing: Sanji x Lunarian!Reader WC: 2.1k Summary: You spent your life as Big Mom’s daughter, bending and catering to her whims. When your mother decides it’s time to cement the alliance with Germa 66, will you finally find something you’ve been searching for? CW: 18+ mdni, older woman and younger man, reader is Lunarian (so described with dark skin and black wings), smutty content with fluff mixed in, cowgirl/woman topping, unprotected sex, piv, creampie, forced marriage, no beta. AN: Listening to Agora Hills by Doja Cat. I got really sick with the 'vid-19 :(. Anyways here's some Sanji smut. Was really torn between this or doing mermaid!reader.

When Mama mentioned the newest marriage arrangement, you had been skeptical. The history between the Big Mom pirates and the kingdom of Germa 66 had always been cordial at best, despite most alliances between pirates and evil kingdoms ending up dotted in betrayal and violence. For the most part, the agreement between Mama and Vinsmoke Judge had been positively tame compared to the blood soaked alliances your mother previously held and subsequently broken. Nevertheless, you offered yourself up as the sacrificial bride, not wanting to see your sweet sister Pudding be married off so young. Your 30 years in Totto Land as Mama’s precious daughter had taught you that Big Mom always got what she wanted.

***

In the haze of the room, Sanji can feel his grasp on his mind slipping, his eyes desperately claw themselves onto a spot in the ceiling, hoping to find some clarity to keep him from drowning.

Sanji can barely recount the events of the last week. Sanji truly thought that his decision on Zou had been the safest one. It was only when Sanji found himself face to face with the life he left behind that he realized how in over his head he was. Every shred of Sanji’s mind told him that he was doing everything in his power to save those dearest to him, that this sacrifice was necessary, but every bit of his heart was screaming for his captain to come save him, just like he had done for every one of their nakama. Plunged into the misery of his past life coming back to haunt him, Sanji found himself dreaming, like he did when he was younger. In his thoughts he was free to dream of the seas, of Nami and Chopper’s loud laughter, of Luffy’s happy face every time he cooked him something new, and of the All Blue. Sanji dreamt endless dreams he once thought died with his mother, rescued by the kindness of Reiju, Zeff, and his dearest friends. Going over his dreams and happy memories, he steeled his resolve. No daughter of the Big Mom pirates would ever have his heart, no matter how gorgeous the lady might be.

Never did he think he would find himself like this, playing a balancing act on the edge of a razor, a moment away from tipping into heaven or hell, with a beautiful angel cruelly observing as he struggled.

A particularly hard slam of your hips back down onto his has him throwing his head back, mind wiped blank and eyes rolling back due to the pleasure of his soft spongy dick tip hitting your cervix. You walls envelope his shaft in such a warmth, Sanji swears he’s burning in the fires of sin. He sinks deeper and deeper into the pit of pleasure you offer him with your delectable warmth. Nothing but whimpers and moans escape his lips as if he was a cheap whore, not a groom on his wedding night.

Everything is too much. Sweat coats his body and Sanji is aware of the soft 800 count Alabastan sheets sticking to his skin. The same sheets are fisted in his hands, gripping the bed for dear life. Sanji feels as if every nerve under his skin is alight, static running through his veins as you continue your devilish ministrations on him. The soft velvety walls of your heat wrapped around his dick better than his hand ever could. Your supple skin is like the rich icing of the wedding cake served at your ceremony, tasting equally as smooth and saccharine under his attentive tongue. Sanji can still taste your slick on his lips from earlier when you sat on his face. A euphoric taste that had Sanji thanking whatever gods and Zeff for keeping him alive so he could sop up every drop of your divine arousal, his face serving as your throne.

Sanji’s eyes, half-lidded in lust, focus on your figure and he is lost in the beauty of it all. Your cheeks are flushed and the golden light of the room only serves to add a beautiful bronze glow to your inky brown skin. His eyes trace a bead of sweat rolling down your damp skin, he finds himself desperately wishing he could be the one to caress the curvature of your breasts so intimately. It only adds to the sinful sight of your breasts, bouncing up and down as you ride him at a mind numbing pace. The black wings on your back with feathers gleaming like a million obsidian gems, adds the finishing touch. You are an angel of lust, Sanji concludes in his mind, sent to break him in the sweetest and most painful way.

Oh, what misery, but oh what joy.

Sanji lets out another strangled moan as he lifts his head to get a better view of the obscenest sight.  His thick shaft parting your glistening folds, pistoning in and out of your sweet tight hole. He can spy the creamy ring gathered around the base of his shaft, your collective juices smeared all over his skin and pubic hair, the prominent vein on the front of his shaft glinting in the light of the room, only to be swallowed up by your greedy hole moving up and down on his cock with practiced precision.

You let out a small breathless laugh as you spy your new husband’s eyes roaming, lustful and dazed. Leaning over, but never breaking your pace, you capture his mouth in a sloppy kiss. His soft swollen lips close messily around yours, and you can feel his neediness. His tongue engages yours in a desperate dance, gliding around and begging yours for intimate contact. You allow your hands to roam over his well-built body, fingertips drawing imaginary lines over the well corded muscles of his pecs and torso, dipping into the valleys and mountains of his perfect abs. When you break the kiss, you hear Sanji let out a small whimper, the sound sending sparks of want and need right to the heat nestled in your belly. Your eyes catch Sanji’s and you’re enraptured by the sight. His hair is messy and strewn on the pillow, surrounding his head like a golden halo. His pupils are so blown out you can barely make out the blue ring around them. You take in the sight of his creamy skin stained pink, all due to your efforts. You can practically feel your ego humming in pleasure at seeing such a powerful pirate under you, writhing and mewling like a needy kitten.

“Feels so good doesn’t it - husband?” you say, a teasing lilt in your voice as you emphasize the last word. The man looks like he wants to reply but you don’t let him, eager to continue his pleasure driven torment, you give his cock a squeeze with your core. Sanji lets out a choked moan which breaks into soft gasps when you start grinding on his dick while it’s fully sheathed inside of you. You throw your head back and moan, leaning back to angle his hard length to your g-spot.

You continue your grinding at a teasing pace, the tortured whimpers leaving Sanji’s mouth only serve to fuel your masochistic streak. Sanji is hypnotized as he sees your hips moving in sensual circles, the pace agonizing, pleasurable enough to stoke the fire deep in his belly but not enough to send him over the edge. He whimpers and begs, wanting to feel the unrelenting pace again, to feel your sweet hole milk and squeeze around his cock, like he was your little fuck toy.

“P-please” Sanji begs, screwing his eyes shut. His body squirms under you, hips desperately trying to press up to fuck into your warmth. “m-more” he whines.

Sanji opens his eyes, tears dotting the corners as he looks at you pathetically. The look on your face is dangerous and Sanji knows it. The teasing smile, flushed cheeks, and those eyes. The intensity of your stare has his heart fluttering. You stop your grinding, causing Sanji to groan in protest. His complaining stops when he sees you lean forward. You’re close enough Sanji can feel your labored breath on his skin.

In that moment he’s brought back to earlier today, the sight reminiscent of when you leaned in for your first kiss at the altar. Time had stopped then like it did now. The thought brings fire to Sanji’s cheeks and suddenly he feels too exposed, like you’ve somehow flayed his heart open, and he finds himself defenseless to you.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, then one to his temple, and trailing butterfly kisses down his cheek.

“My sweet boy” you whisper softly, words only meant for him, his ears and heart greedily soak up the sound.

That’s when Sanji knows he’s utterly lost - drowned in your magic spell. He knows he will always be desperate to feel this love again, all-encompassing and vulnerable – one that can break him into shards too sharp to ever put back together.

Your kisses find their way down his strong jawline and then to his neck where you bury your head in the crook. He can smell the amber incense and vanilla of your perfume wafting around him along with the thick heady scent of sex in the room. It only serves to add to the dense cloying haze in his mind. Sanji’s sensitive skin can feel the soft mounds of your breast resting on his chest, the hard peaks of your nipples poking into him.

A loud moan leaves both your mouths as you begin moving up and down on Sanji’s ample length again. Sanji can hear your breath stutter, caught in your throat as a particular thrust grazes over your sensitive spot. Sanji wraps his arms around your waist, as if to anchor himself, in the fog of lust and emotions which he finds himself overcome with. Sanji moves in sync with your hips, thrusting upward, desperate to find your climax together. Sanji gives himself entirely to you, chasing his high as your chants of his name spur him on. Your moans grow louder, turning into needy mewling as Sanji begins to focus on hitting your spongy g-spot. Every thrust winding the coil in your loins taut.

Pinned down to Sanji’s chest by his strong arms, you’re powerless as he tightens his hold on you to take on a brutal pace thrusting upwards, hammering your cervix. Each thrust drives the air out of your lungs as you whine out in pleasure. Your eyes roll back and you squirm in his arms

“L-love it s’much S-Sanji” you babble out, words slurring together. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to find some purchase to steady yourself from the unrelenting pace of your husband’s thick cock. The sound of your nonsensical babbling and squelching of your pussy, is all too much for Sanji as he quickly finds himself nearing the edge of his orgasm.

“Yes – ah, f-fuck, my angel I’m s-so close” you hear Sanji say, his voice strained by effort and lust.

“M-mcummin’ Sanji” you cry out as the coil in your body tightened until it finally snapped, flooding you in depraved pleasure as you whine out Sanji’s name, burying your face deeper into his neck as your mind buzzes.

Your climax brings Sanji to his as your pussy milks his cock until he’s seeing stars. Sanji nearly blacks out as he thrusts one last time, hips lifting your body up as he tries to bury himself into the deepest part of your pussy before flooding you with ropes of his hot cum.

The two of you collapse into a mess of labored breathing and sweaty skin. As the intensity of your orgasms fades, your pounding heart and rushing blood slowly coming back to a regular rate. The both of you lay still, allowing several beats pass as you soak in the moment. Finally, you push yourself up, your chest peeling from Sanji’s, and you look up to see your new husband’s flushed face. His ocean eyes offer up everything to you and for the first time, you think you can truly see him. You offer Sanji a sweet smile, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. His face flushes a beautiful rosy pink. You take in the sight for a few seconds before leaning in to close the gap between you and Sanji, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

Mama may get everything she wants, but this time you think you’ve gotten something you’ve wanted for a while.

Someone you could fall in love with.

[jan-ala]

sometimes i think about when phos was torn to shreds by her own family, being manipulated by the lunarians, and buried in a hundred different holes for hundreds of years

and like

everyone just moved on. no one cared. not the lunarians she was trying to help, not the family she loved. just left with her own hatred to soak in.

there really isn't that much i find relatable about phos. i'm very solitary. but that stuck with me.

never put any stake, positive or negative, in others. it will inevitably fester and leave you worse.

[overtaken-stream]

This whole part is just King going, "My favorite color is dark, like my soul." also, this gif is so hot omfg I can't with him, I have a smut idea for him, and if I do, somehow wrap my head around it, I'll post it here and on ao3.

Yandere!King The Wildfire x reader Pt2.

It was a hasty decision, done in reaction he is unsure what to call, hardy he could handle himself when in your vicinity, it was a feeling of something intruding someplace it had no business being.

Similar to you in this situation.

His room was devoid of human touch, obviously because he barely used it, postponing his sleep until the flames on his back would collapse in on themselves, and he felt the consequences every time. It complemented his suit and the general aura he tries to surround himself with when dealing with Kaidou's henchmen, dark and containing no distractions. One specially made bed with dark covers, straightened against the wooden walls, on the other side was a wardrobe that seemed giant to a normal-sized human; unlike others, it was decorated and carefully carved, leaves, waves, ships, eyes, and unseen mysterious symbols were embedded into the burnt wood.

``It's an interesting texture.`` He remembers thinking, though he can no longer put his finger on how he got it in the first place.

And yet, in the grim surroundings, there was a light his flames could never compare to; warmth, no matter how hard he tries, will never radiate from him. It was similar to that dark house where he first laid his eyes upon you. You who have not changed nor moved on from that moment, you who trembles and shakes, cry and call out for help, insult him, and corner yourself in a place where you feel defended.

He has been in your shoes before, a long time ago, he can't be sure.

Perhaps the understanding is the cause of his heavy heart, taken away from home in such a way... He can feel his throat close up as your hunched figure shines in his view. Grime stuck itself onto your limbs, knees, and hands decorated with splinters of all sizes, hair matted and filthy from ash and smoke, and its smell follows him in his showers as he allows himself to let free of his suit. It's so recognizable.

And if his heart clenched everytime he saw you in this horrible position, nobody had to know. Not even him, it was a can of worms King won't dare to touch.

He remembers bits of information about his race, long lost to time and humanity, the whispers that came in the form of dreams speckled across his mind and reflections; the delusions and validity are mixed within his remembrances, the real and fake are smelting into and out of each other, his past is forgotten even by him, the lineage of mighty warriors feared by all is smeared across the walls with mud and blood mixed with heartfelt feelings.

In a memory long before the laboratory, his tiny ears picked up information, a word that defines and tames a feeling of awe he is experiencing—a SoulMate.

Lost words from his Ma that he was too young to understand finally make sense, a connection of minds, unconditional love, and a total understanding of each other. It's about being oneself and knowing others, a SoulMate is following and understanding One's thoughts, but They're right there with the One, side by side. Completing the soul and tying the Lunarian instincts of animals into a pretty bowtie. A Soul and a Mate.

Love at first sight doesn't exist because even if King has not experienced it before, he is not fooled by others' thinking, Love dependent on sight is lust.

But he didn't see you first, did he? He felt you.

Kaidou is not obligated to put up with a civilian within his chambers, under his roof, where the empire buzzes with insignificant life, but it has been hours after they departed from your home island, now a kingdom of ash and debris, a few hours he has spent watching you with motionless crimson eyes.

The monster gets up from the throne, the squicking of leather alerting you of his movement, forcing you to turn towards him; the last time he made any move was when he sat down on the chair you can't quite make out in the dim moonlighting, your quivers, and sniffles fade out as he gets further away from you, his broad back is turned.

It's time he explained himself.

The cold yet quiet air is disturbed when he lights up the flames on his back, coloring this room in warm shades.

Your swollen eyes and snot-filled nose could only gasp for air as he slowly turned his face back to you.

``I'll come back.`` he slams the heavy door shut.

The smell of smoke lingers in the air, the disgusting dirt of your suffering sticks onto your skin, seeps through the crack, and marks the invisible scars into your psyche.

You wished, for the first time, that a promise would be broken.

``tsk...`` the angry and tear-stained eyes turn away from the door.

Left unchecked, fear turns into irritation, irritation into anger.

Balled fists shake, out of fear, out of anger.

[mjrtaurus]

Following up on that old ask about Zoan children turning feral, I've found a way to combine that with the Seraphim.

Do you recall Hanafuda? The warlord who Ace defeated and was replaced by Kuma. The guy whose hobby is collecting Ancient Zoan Devil Fruits and whose epithet "King of Lizards" implies he has (had?) the T Rex zoan.

Safe to say there's a high likelihood the World Government is still in possession of Hanafuda's DNA , which meant a Seraphim in his likeness was produced as part of the reserve lineup consisting of Nemo and potentially Weevil and Law.

While the locations of S-Weevil and S-Leopard are still unknown, S-Rex was released at the same time as Nemo but was left behind on Egghead after the World Government extracted all the resources from the island post-Buster Call.

Months of roaming alone through this charred futuristic jungle and scrounging off whatever food from the machines and dead sea beasts he could find reduced S-Rex to operating purely on instinct. His puffy hair became matted and dirty, the rest of his body even more so because he hadn't been fitted for clothes like the other Seraphim before being released from his containment tank.

He can't control when he switches back and forth between his zoan and Lunarian form, but even when in the latter he walks with his upper body in a horizonal position and his arms tucked close to his chest like a T Rex. His wings flop uselessly at his side because he has no idea how to control his wing muscles and no clue of how to fly.

S-Rex can only communicate through screaming, growls, and chuffs. His aggression is growing by the day, in large part because he's not eating anything else but meat and he's wracked with digestive issues.

Needless to say, he's not much prone to genetic memories like the other Seraphim. Except when Dragon and Sabo are doing recon of Egghead months after the World Government has dropped their guard, the sight of Sabo's flames fills little S-Rex with rage and fear like nothing has before.

Which brings us to Sabo fighting the dinosaur who's actually a 4-5 year old kid who is probably going to be next on Dragon's adoption list. Although I'm kind of tempted to put him with King since Hanafuda is theorized to have been the broker for the Beast Pirates before Doflamingo and really King needs a Seraphim to care for bc all of the others already have adopted families.

The poor kid…

Dragon’s done well to put restrictions on his bleeding heart over the years. He saves who he can and tries anyway for those he can’t… but he typically doesn’t take them in. Sabo was a special case in the sense that the boy had worse than nothing to go back to, and would have fought tooth and nail against the world with or without the Revs’ support.

And the kid had imprinted on him, and Dragon was- is- still grieving…

And this child that’s been picking through wreckage and ruin, that had no chance to develop properly, had no sense of personality because the fight to survive took all of his effort and left nothing to spare for developing one…

And it just so happens that the Tyrannosaurus Rex - let’s assume it is as closely related to the modern day chicken as current paleoscience theorizes for this hypothetical- imprints like a chick. And this poor boy sees him call Sabo- his nightmare incarnate- off of him. And the fire goes away.

The man stopped the fire.

The man is safe.

And suddenly Dragon has a little winged T-rex chick huddling up to him like he’s looking for warmth. A return trip to the Wind Granma and a zoan transformation later, the little dinosaur is cuddled up against a very broody Amaru.

King might not be getting this one right away.

It takes a long time for him to trust Sabo, but by the time he can communicate well enough, the two talk about pyrophobia. A shared fear the both of them have. Ironic that the Flame Emperor of the Revolutionary Army is afraid of the very element that he is made of…

A side note, too: do you think S-Rex would be terrified of the Lunarian fire on his back? Running from it all the time? It flaring up because he’s scared and making him even more scared?

[rainyn0ise]

Managed to make another Houseki no Kuni OC, so here’s Rose Quartz! :>

Rose Quartz is a softhearted Lustrous who wishes only to help those around them and keep spirits high. They are relentlessly kind and self-sacrificing, having been jaded with the constant cycle of violence between the Lustrous and the Lunarians. Despite having passing Lavender Spinel’s tests alongside their sibling, they are learning how to pray and meditate with White Onyx, hoping that the two of them will actually make a positive change in the world.