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Good Mornings | Sanji x Reader

Part of the Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series

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Summary: It became a habit for you to wake up early and accompany Sanji in the kitchen as he prepares breakfast for the crew Word count: 781  Tags: F!Reader, one-shot, pure fluff, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, platonic straw hat pirates x reader, main pairing could be interpreted as platonic or romantic, no use of y/n

Mornings on the Sunny belong to you and Sanji.

It started one day when a particularly bumpy wave roused you from your slumber. You groaned when you saw that the sky was still dark outside. The clock on your bedside read 4:47 AM. You tossed and turned for a good 20 minutes before accepting that you were not gonna be able to fall back asleep again. 

You sighed and got up, wrapping your blanket around you as you padded barefoot to the kitchen. Your plan was to just grab some coffee and return back to your room, but you stilled at the doorway when you saw Sanji already up and in the middle of preparing today’s breakfast. 

You felt the corners of your lips turn up in a soft smile as you watched him peel some tangerines from Nami’s tree – harvested with her permission, of course – whilst humming an unfamiliar tune. A cigarette sat unlit between his lips. 

The slight creak of the dining room floor as you stepped into the room startled him, but he relaxed when he saw it was you. 

“Good morning, my sweet! Why are you up so early in the morning?”

“The rocking of the ship woke me up earlier and I couldn’t fall back asleep,” you shrugged, “so I’m here for some coffee.”

You moved to grab the kettle, but Sanji beat you to it and ushered you to sit at the kitchen bar instead. 

Sanji winked at you, “One coffee, coming right up!” 

The aroma of coffee brewing soon permeated the air, filling you with a sense of comfort. You were not exactly a morning person, but at that moment, you thought that you could probably get used to this. 

“Thanks,” you smiled with gratitude as Sanji slid the mug filled with the dark liquid across the bar to you.

Sanji smiled back, “Anything for you,” and returned to his cooking. 

You sipped the coffee slowly as you watched the sun rise above the horizon, its rays seeping in through the dining room windows. You know it won’t be long until the others wake up. Then, the Sunny will again be filled with chatter, and not to mention, Luffy’s thunderous demand for breakfast. You enjoyed the rowdiness of the crew, but you also found yourself savoring the peace of the morning. The kitchen was quiet, safe for the soft clanging of Sanji’s cooking. 

Brook was the first one up among the others. You heard him tuning his violin on the lawn, before playing a sweet rendition of Binks’ Sake that acts as a morning alarm for some of your crew members. 

One by one, the Straw Hats filed into the dining room, extending their ‘good mornings’ with varying degrees of alertness. Franky and Robin strolled in fully awake and dressed, whilst Chopper and Usopp were still in their pajamas, yawning and rubbing sleep from their eyes. By 9 AM, everyone but Luffy was seated around the table. Sanji dished out crepes with tangerine sauce, as well as an assortment of the crew’s favorite dishes. Sandwiches, onigiri, bacon, sausages – the plates kept on coming, and you wondered how one person managed to cook this heaping feast each and every day.��

“SANJI!! BREAKFAST!!”

The crew chuckled as the captain’s booming voice echoed through the hallway. Luffy launched himself into his seat at the head of the table, and finally, the crew indulged in their first meal of the day. 

The next day, you woke up at 5 AM – on purpose this time – and sauntered into the kitchen. 

When Sanji saw you, his face lit up in a mixture of surprise and joy. 

“Good morning, my dearest! What did I do to deserve the company of such a beautiful lady again on this fine morning?”

He reached for the kettle as you laughed and returned his greeting, “Good morning to you too, Sanji.”

“Coffee?” He offered. 

“Yes, please.” You replied whilst making your way to sit at the kitchen bar. 

Morning after morning, you joined Sanji in the kitchen. Some days you exchange playful banter with each other. Some days you don’t talk at all, just enjoying the tranquility of each other’s company. Some days he even let you help around with small tasks during breakfast preparation, after much nagging and insistence from you. 

So now, mornings on the Sunny belong to you and Sanji. 

Now, you wake up not with a groan, but with a smile and anticipation, even when the sun has not yet risen. Because you know Sanji will be there in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in his hand and a sweet smile on his face,

“Good morning, my darling!”

update: hi all, i wrote a (sort of) follow up to this story called "Sugar Cookies"! when i was writing it, i imagined the reader in that fic to be the same as this one, so it could be regarded as a continuation, but could definitely be read as a separate one-shot too. it's kind of a more romantic take on this fic, so please go check that out if you're interested!

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⊱ TWST Characters and the Orange Peel Theory ⊰ || Multiple Character Scenario

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮        Character(s): Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Riddle Rosehearts, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoeinheit, Ortho Shroud, Idia Shroud, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)        Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)        Warning(s): Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing.        Genre: Scenario, Fluff, Attempt at Comedy        Word Count: ~1530 words        Scenario: What do the TWST boys do when you randomly turn to them, holding an orange in your palm as you ask, “Could you peel this for me?”        Author’s Note: I’ve been having a hard time motivating myself to work on requests as of late and, given the state of some of my friendships irl at the moment, I wanted to write about the TWST boys and whether or not they would “pass” the Orange Peel Theory relationship test (probably because I need some comfort right now lmao). For those who don’t know, the Orange Peel Theory is a theory that, if someone loves and cares about you, they will do the smallest of tasks for you with no fuss; this “test” is supposed to show whether or not the care and respect in a relationship are mutual (another one of these “tests” I saw was asking your friend or partner to tie your shoe for you). This was written to be read as platonic, but it can be interpreted as romantic if that’s your jam.

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Looks at the orange in your hand before giving you a warm smile in return, taking it from your grasp and peeling the outer rind with no comment. He even offers to feed it to you, holding one of the pieces of fruit between his pointer finger and thumb as he gently brings it to your lips. Will only take a piece for himself if you give him explicit permission to do so; after all, he doesn’t want to ask to have some of your lunch since you looked so excited to eat the orange when you asked him to peel it for you (you were more excited about the fact he agreed to peel the fruit for you rather than the orange itself). Passes the test with flying colors.

Silver

Peels the rind from the flesh of the orange with a small smile while continuing to talk happily about whatever subject you two had been discussing prior to your question. He doesn’t ask why you suddenly needed the orange peeled since it doesn’t really matter to him; you asked him for help and he was happy to deliver (he was even touched you were comfortable enough to ask him to do that for you). Passes the test perfectly.

Kalim, Rook

Peels the orange with a level of perfection you didn’t even know was possible. You’re left absolutely astounded when he returns the newly-peeled fruit in your hand with a smile, not a single ounce of pith left on the flesh of the orange slices; it was the best orange you’ve probably ever eaten in your life. He passes the test and you honestly couldn’t ask for a better person to peel an orange.

Ortho

Is a bit curious as to why you asked him to peel the orange for you since he’s seen you do it before, but he doesn’t say anything as he takes the fruit from your hand to peel it. However, he ends up overestimating the amount of strength needed to remove the outer rind from the flesh, so now the both of you are splattered in orange juice and pulp. Your laughter at the ridiculous situation makes what happened a fond memory rather than something to be embarrassed about. While he technically passes the test, you now have no orange to eat (it has been reduced to atoms). It’s the thought that counts, though.

Jack, Malleus

Agrees to peel the orange for you, but he does want a couple pieces of the fruit in exchange for his services; he doesn’t just do things for free you know. He peels the orange for a price, but it’s a reasonable deal at least. You agree to his terms and watch as he happily and easily peels the orange, humming all the while. Once the rind has been removed from the flesh, he takes three slices of the fruit for himself to snack on before giving you the rest. Even though he peeled the orange for you, he technically fails the test since he wanted something in return.

Ruggie, Azul

Plucks the orange from your palm, but asks why you’re not able to peel it yourself. Are you not feeling well or something? He then begins to ask if you’re eating an orange because you need extra vitamin C as he proceeds to ask if you’re coming down with a cold; he definitely overthinks why you asked him to peel your orange for you. So, while he does peel the orange and successfully passes the test, you’re starting to think that maybe he cares about you a little too much with the sudden worry about your well-being.

Deuce, Riddle

Demands to know why you’re asking him to peel your orange for you since he’s seen you do it plenty of times before (keep in mind, he’s asking this while actively peeling your orange for you)! He then proceeds to ask if you’ve been eating properly and taking care of yourself if removing the rind from a piece of fruit was too strenuous on your human body; he even offers you to come and join him while he trains since his vigorous routine would be sure to give you enough strength to peel the orange on your own. He passes the test, but is the lecture something you truly want to have to sit through?

Sebek

Knows and is aware of the theory since he has seen it circling around on social media as of late, but he’s happy to peel the orange for you nevertheless. He even thinks it’s super cute how you asked him out of all your fellow classmates to try this viral test with (he’s actually kind of honored)! He of course passes the test since he already knew about it, but he would have gladly peeled your orange for you even if he didn’t know about it; you’re just that special to him.

Cater

Also knows about the theory from social media, but doesn’t really want to get his hands all sticky and potentially ruin a nail while trying to remove the outer layer of the fruit. Thankfully, he came prepared in case you asked him to do this “test” since he’s not one to disappoint, pulling an orange peeler from his back pocket as he separated the rind from the flesh. However, if push came to shove, Vil wouldn’t be against ruining his nails or getting his hands sticky with orange juice if it meant he could show you how much he cared for you. Passes the test since he doesn’t mind getting a little messy if it means he can express his appreciation toward you through small gestures such as this.

Vil

Takes the orange from your hand to peel it for you, but will be teasing you about it the entire time. Why are you suddenly not able to peel an orange, hmm? Why didn’t you ask another one of your friends? Were you waiting specifically to ask him of all people? My, now aren’t you adorable! He technically passes the test even if he’s kind of mean about it. Keep in mind that he will bring up your strange and sudden inability to peel your orange up in the future to tease you.

Trey, Jade, Lilia

Agrees to peel the orange, but is a little curious why you picked an orange to eat for lunch since you usually preferred having one of the apples he’d bring (he even started bringing an extra one just for you). A little bit upset you didn’t want an apple today, but he peels the orange for you with only a single comment about your lackluster choice of fruit for the day. Passes the test and peels the orange with no problem, but he’s kind of disappointed you didn’t want an apple; he can peel an apple faster than he can peel an orange.

Epel

Straight up says no and that he knows you’re capable of peeling it yourself. Why would he bother getting his hands all sticky just for you to be able to eat some fruit? If you want it, you can go through the mess it takes to get past the outer rind. However, he immediately notices your shoulders sag in disappointment as you bring the fruit to your body before you begin to peel it yourself. He rolls his eyes and lets out a huff before snagging the orange from your grasp, peeling it himself before handing the fruit back to you without a word. Technically fails the test, but at least he peeled it for you after seeing how downtrodden you looked.

Ace, Leona, Jamil

Nods his head and takes the orange from your hand but, alas, he can’t even peel the orange. You both knew he wasn’t exactly the strongest or healthiest individual on campus, but neither of you thought it was this bad. After his pride is wounded and his face is a deep shade of red, you gingerly take the orange from his grasp and peel it yourself, offering him a piece of fruit in the hopes it will cheer him up. Passes the test even if he was unable to garner enough strength to actually peel the orange; he makes you promise not to tell anyone about this.

Idia

His reaction truly depends on how he’s feeling at the moment. If he’s in a bad mood, he’d either tell you no or – if someone had done something that day to really piss him off – crush and/or throw the orange. If he’s feeling a bit playful, he’d pluck it out of your hand and hold it high above your head while you pleaded for him to give you your snack back. However, if he’s in a good mood that day (and if he’s not trying to hide his slight soft spot towards you), he’d gently take it from your hand and peel the orange with ease, handing you back a perfectly peeled fruit for you to eat before asking if he could have a piece. He either fails the test exponentially or passes it with flying colors; it honestly all depends on his mood at the time.

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Love on Ice Chapter 11: The Sly Fox

Hmm…any guesses what this chapter could be about? 😜 Also, thank you to those who are keeping up with this story. Your comments keep me motivated 🥰

33 days until Competition

“No.” 

“Come on, Elain.” 

“No.” 

“Chicken.” 

“I am not!” 

There was only fifteen minutes left for their designated ice time, and the pair had spent ten minutes bickering about a new move Azriel wanted to incorporate into their program. Elain declined without hesitation, and Azriel pulled out every trick in the book to persuade her into reconsidering. 

“It’s just a simple curve lift. It’s easy enough,” Azriel tried again, hands gripping the sides of his waist. He looked like a perplexed parent, and Elain stifled a laugh. 

“To you,” She emphasized. “I’ve never tried anything that complex. My past skating programs were…”

“Boring?” 

Elain huffed, arms folded over her chest. He wasn’t technically wrong. “I was going to say basic.” 

“Even so, I never pegged you as a safe skater, Elain.” Azriel taunted. The slight flare of her nostrils brought a smirk to his lips. “I figured you would appreciate taking risks.” 

“Not risks where–if they end poorly–could slice open your thigh,” Elain said through gritted teeth. The move was dangerous. Azriel, clearly, was a sucker for thrills and had no regard for any potential life threatening injuries.

“You’re worried about me,” He teased, poking her cheeks. Her natural blush was slowly but surely becoming his favorite color, second to the lovely shade of her eyes.

Elain rolled those pretty eyes, swatting his hand as her heart thumped. “Don’t think too deeply about it. Of course I care about your safety.”

She cared about a lot more than just his safety. She wouldn’t admit it, though. 

Comforting hands settled on her shoulders. Azriel bent down to her level, hazel eyes promising. Though he always wanted her to have fun and be silly, he knew when to be serious. She appreciated how he could read her so easily. “I need you to trust me, but more than that I need you to trust yourself. I know you can do this, Elain. I wouldn’t suggest we try it if I believed you couldn't do it. But if you feel strongly about not adding this into the routine, I won’t push you. It’s your choice.” 

Choice. 

She was growing accustomed to that word over the last few days. 

A choice when to practice, and for how long. A choice of what spins or step sequences to add to their program. A choice to spend more time together, grow their relationship. It felt empowering to have that sense of control back in her life. 

Elain exhaled through her nose, softening her features as she said. “If this ends badly, I am not visiting you in the hospital. I’ll send flowers with a note that says ‘I told you so’.”

He laughed, taking her hand to twirl her a few times before pulling her close, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead. Azriel’s platonic affection was also new to her. He held her hand. Smiled big and bright and beautifully. And was apparently a huge fan of feeling her skin on his lips. One could interpret his actions as romantic, and—and it certainly felt like it, but it wasn’t unusual for skating partners to be adoring. A part of her heart twisted.

“We both know you’d be the first person at my bedside, Elain. No point in trying to deny it, either.”

She hummed. 

Fine. He was right, but there was no reason to tell him. 

“And what about me?” Elain asked curiously, blades digging into the ice. “Would you be the first person at my bedside if I were to get hurt?” 

“Of course I would,” He answered firmly, thumb running over her knuckles.“But we don’t need to worry about that. You’ll never be injured on my watch. I won’t allow it. I’ll take care of you no matter what.” 

Something crackled in the air around them. 

Elain coughed, hoping he wouldn’t find her rude for changing the subject before she could dwell on his promise. “So. When do you want to do this? After the twizzle?” 

Azriel shook his head. “It’ll be best after a pattern dance step. First, you’re going to balance on one skate while I grab your ankle and the back of your leg like this.” He guided her through the movement, solidifying his grip on the base of her ankle. A grip that would never, ever let her falter.

“While I’m doing that, you’re pushing up to stand on my thigh, and then you’ll swing your other leg around so the weight is distributed evenly. And to make sure you’re secure during the curve, my hands will wrap around the front of your thighs, holding you in place.” 

He continued the demonstration, positioning Elain’s body into the lift. She wobbled briefly, but Azriel did as he said. His hands came around to clutch the front of her thighs, his touch warm on her skin. The lift was held for three seconds, completed by Elain pushing off his thighs and spinning once in the air, Azriel catching her easily before lowering her skates to the ice. 

“So?” His grin sparkled, and Elain allowed herself one brief moment of adoration as she gazed at the slight chip in his tooth. “What do you say? Think we can add it to the program?” 

Elain considered, pursing her lips in thought. The element was bold and daring, and it could add even more depth to their program, something the judges would be looking for. And he believed in her, seemingly more than anyone else ever had. 

She relented with a chuckle. “You haven’t led me astray so far, so let’s do it.” 

With newfound enthusiasm, they rehearsed the lift for the remainder of the time slot. It was messy and needed work, but the pair was eager to perfect it. They were so immersed in the new element they failed to see two skaters gliding toward them. 

“You’ve used up ten minutes of our ice time.” 

Elain had almost lost her balance at the displeased voice. Azriel caught her with ease and set her down on the ice in front of him, his chest pressed against her back. 

Lucien stared at them, voice cold yet his face was the portrait of indifference. Instinctively, Elain’s hand found Azriel’s, squeezing once. Lucien clocked the movement, humming to himself. 

“What are you talking about?” Elain asked, only now noticing the stunning woman a few inches behind him. She tensed when the woman looked her up and down, and not in a way that made Elain feel comfortable. 

“I said, you’ve used up ten minutes of our ice time,” Lucien repeated, rolling his eyes. The woman snickered, linking her arm with his. “What aren’t you understanding?” 

“Watch how you speak to my partner,” Azriel said lowly, vein straining in his neck. Elain ran a thumb over his scarred knuckles. “I've got about a million reasons to make sure you leave this rink with broken legs. Don’t test me.” 

Lucien clicked his tongue, but offered no rebuttal. It was a smart move on his end. Something told Elain he knew Azriel would follow through on the threat. She’d never heard his voice darken the way it just had. Something stirred low in her stomach. 

“Temper, temper,” The woman purred, eyes flashing wildly. “I usually like that in a man, but I would advise against threatening my partner in front of me.”

Elain froze. Behind her, Azriel stiffened. His hands slid on either side of her hips, holding her in place. “I’m sorry?” 

“Elain, Azriel, meet Vassa,” Lucien introduced, a sly smile painted on his mouth as she dipped her head. “My skating partner.” 

Skating partner? 

Impossible…he dropped out of the–

Oh. 

Oh. 

“What the fuck do you mean skating partner?” Azriel questioned, eyes darting between Lucien and Vassa. His anger was palpable, skin ablaze against her own. She thanked whatever deity existed that his hands were on her waist. She was two seconds from pouncing. 

“Well, after our little incident, I simply could not let my chances of securing the gold go to waste,” Lucien explained. Elain noticed how Vassa’s lips thinned, how she regarded her with disdain. “Vassa and I will be representing the Autumn Region in the competition.” 

Every new piece of information gave Elain whiplash. 

“Incident?” She squeaked, eyes burning. Azriel’s grip tightened, his hold on her grounding and comforting all at once. “What the hell are you talking about? There was no incident. You–.” 

“I think we’ve chatted enough, don’t you?” Lucien cut her off, eyes hardening in challenge. He reached for Vassa’s hand. “Now, If you’ll excuse us, we’re going to use whatever time we have left to practice our routine.” The duo dismissed themselves toward center ice without another word. 

Blood rushed through her ears, skin warm and clammy.

She couldn't believe it.

The abandonment. 

The betrayal. 

The lies. 

No sadness or heartbreak filled her chest as it did weeks ago.

It was replaced by rage.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Azriel whispered as they skated off the ice. They took to the bench, aggressively flinging their skates into their bags. 

Elain nodded, hands gripping the edge of the bench. A new fire crackled in her heart. She turned to Azriel, whose own demeanor had taken on an air of fury. “Yeah. We’re winning this fucking thing.” 

The rage that had reared its head hours ago had finally dissipated into annoyance and an unshakeable contempt for redheaded men. Freshly showered in a pair of mauve leggings and a baggy white t-shirt, Elain had been pacing in her kitchen for the past 20 minutes, alternating between chewing her slice of strawberry shortcake and biting her thumb nail. 

She could make peace with the fact Lucien had lied to her. She could make peace with the idea that he found it so easy to betray her. And now she had to accept the idea that he may have more tricks up his sleeve. Could he go as far as potentially sabotaging the competition? Ruining what very well could be her last chance at receiving a gold medal? She would have said no if the question was posed months ago. Now, she didn't know what to believe. Maybe he had always been sly and cunning, and her willingness to see the best in people blinded her. 

And the more she thought about it, the more irate she became. He had jumped through hoops to abandon her, when she would have accepted his honesty even if it pained her. Clearly, in his mind, she wasn't even worth the truth. 

The clock on the wall read just after eleven at night. She huffed, tapping her fingernails on the counter once, twice, three times before deciding to visit the one person she knew would be awake. And on her trek over to his home, Elain had one single thought.

She hoped Azriel had wine, because she was going to need it. 

The matte black doors of his home were truly a welcoming site. Standing on the top step, Elain decided that she probably should have sent him a message and asked if he wouldn't mind a visitor. She hadn't even thought about if he had an early morning practice, or perhaps a game in the early evening that he needed to be well rested for. Even with those thoughts running through her head, she knocked on the door anyway. 

The door swung open, and Elain didn't even give herself a second to take in his appearance before she let herself in. Nor did it register for Azriel who was standing on his front doorstep until she was brushing past his body in the foyer, expertly sidestepping his hockey helmet. 

“Please tell me you have Pinot Grigio, Chardonnay, or something stronger,” Elain said by way of greeting, pushing past his frame until she was stomping straight toward his kitchen. 

Dazed, Azriel blinked twice and pushed the front door shut with his index finger. “Hello to you, too, Elain.” 

He didn't have much choice but to follow her into his kitchen. One shoulder against the wall, he folded his arms and watched her navigate his kitchen with an amused smile gracing his face. He had so many questions. 

What the hell was she doing awake at 11 at night?

Why was she frantic?

Why didn’t she ask him to pick her up?

Why did she look so good with tangled wet hair and an oversized t-shirt? 

Why did his heart race and his cock twitch at the mere observation that she looked comfortable in his home? 

After scouring all of his cabinets, she spotted half a decanter of brandy and decided that would do for now. She grabbed two crystal tumblers and poured a finger width into each. Brows raised to his hairline, Azriel watched as she knocked back her glass in three gulps, scowled, and then refilled her glass, walking toward him with both. 

Before he could accept the tumbler, Elain froze abruptly, liquid sloshing in the glass and slightly over the edge, dripping onto her fingers. 

Azriel frowned, attempting to remove his glass from her hand. She only stood there with a pounding heart, eyes trained on the base of his throat. 

Elain croaked, “Why are you wearing my necklace?” 

Azriel stilled. Almost robotically, he tipped his head downward, where the gold chain with a cursive letter E was on display against his black compression shirt.

Fuck. 

He’d been so careful, keeping it hidden underneath his shirt during practices, hockey games, nights out with friends. And now here she was, the rightful owner of the jewelry, with an expression on her face he couldn't read. 

“Why did you come over, Elain?” A lame attempt to divert the subject. 

She swallowed, handing over the glass with a shaky hand. The last time she saw that necklace was seven years ago. It hadn’t been in pristine condition back then, and certainly had lost its color now. “Well, I was in the mood to rant about the unexpected visit we received today at Snowspell, but now I think I want to talk about something else.” 

Fair enough. 

He motioned toward the living area, and they settled into the couch nearest to the fireplace. Azriel tucked his foot beneath his opposite thigh, sipping his brandy as Elain settled into her own spot, throwing a blanket over her legs. She crossed them under the cashmere blanket, settling the drink in her lap. 

“You’ve held onto it all these years.” Not a question. 

He nodded sheepishly. “I had every intention of giving it back to you at first, I swear I did. And then you left the rink without it and I just…” A shrug. “I barely saw you after that. And honestly, I wasn't sure how you would react if I sought you out. Or worse, really, how your mother would.”

Elain shivered at the thought. She could already picture Mama’s scowl along with her…colorful language. 

Azriel traced his finger around the glass rim. Pink bloomed high on his cheekbones as he said, “You've been my good luck charm for a while, Elain.” 

She almost spat out the brandy. Blinking, she asked, “What do you mean?”

“After putting on the necklace, I won the next three ice dance competitions,” He admitted, watching Elain’s brows rise. “I’ve also played some of the best hockey of my life. A small piece of you has been with me for years. Without even realizing it, you’ve been part of some of the best moments in my life.”  

She looked at him then. 

Really looked at him. 

Not just the warm eyes and strong, beautiful features. 

Not just the tattoos or the sweatpants hanging very low on his hips or the happy trail peeking out from underneath his shirt. (Though, she may have stared just a tad longer than necessary, and he may have caught her doing so and shifted a bit in the couch so more of his skin was exposed.)

But she looked at him and realized there weren’t enough words in any language to describe how important he’d become in just a short amount of time. There weren’t enough words to reflect how much she admired him, and how much his unyielding desire to see her happy had started chipping away at the walls around her heart. 

And as he went to remove the necklace, she crawled across the sofa with the blanket and brandy and curled up beside him, stopping him with a gentle, “Keep it.” 

Azriel gazed down at her, their noses only a few centimeters away. He had to pause himself from leaning forward and burying his face into her hair. “Why?” 

Elain shrugged, throwing half the blanket over his legs. He splayed his arm along the back of the couch and breathed out a sigh of relief when she leaned her head against his shoulder. “Because it’s yours.” 

There was a brief moment where she was unsure if she meant the necklace or her heart. 

What she did know, however, was that something changed between them that night.

ARTWORK FOR THE CHAPTER BY @chachachai17: HERE

DIVIDER BY: @saradika-graphics

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Hello !（｡>‿‿<｡ ）

Can you do a one-shot for rise Leo x a crush reader were the reader is in a band as a vocalist and drummer but the thing is *drum roll* the band members wear masks to hide their identity :D but Leo discovers readers identify? (Reader can be fem or gn if you like) :)

It’s You

Rise Leo and Vocalist, Drummer Reader

Word Count: 1718

(I think this concept is really fun and had a good time with it! Thanks for the request! I’ve specified here in my guidelines that I’ll only take expressly romantic requests for Donnie. However, stuff where I can write it through a platonic lens and leave the rest up to the reader’s interpretation (like in this case) absolutely works for me :)) Hope you enjoy!)

A certain form of anticipation is synonymous with a public performance, both for those supplying and those indulging in the entertainment.

Leo definitely feels that anticipation building as he stands in a crowd of rowdy concert-goers, himself included, and waits for the show to begin.

In the meantime, he busies himself with checking his messages, specifically the ones he sent to you.

You told him earlier that you had work and couldn’t accompany him to the concert, which was a bummer, but he sent you a message asking if you wanted to hang out some other time afterwards. Checking his phone only reveals that you still haven’t gotten back to him about it.

Leo pouts and looks up, asking his brothers beside him if they’ve heard from you. It’s sort of odd for you to not see or respond to his messages.

“Maybe they’ve finally come to their senses about you,” Donnie thinks aloud, scrolling on his own phone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Leo quirks his brow bone.

Mikey interjects before hostilities can be exchanged. “What Donnie meant to say is that they said they’re at work and probably not on their phone right now.”

“No, that’s not remotely what I meant. I was implying that- ow, Raph, what was that for?”

Raph crosses his arms, definitely not having just kicked his purple clad brother. “Instigating. Raph doesn’t need any of this younger sibling bickering-”

“Respectfully, everyone shut up!” Leo gasps, staring at the now occupied stage with starstruck eyes as his worries leave his mind. “The show’s starting!”

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Everything today has been going terribly awry.

First, you woke up way later than you intended, like, the brink of being late to your band’s gig, barely ate save for a snack or two out the door, and then, the pièce de résistance, you had to turn down Leo’s offer to join him and his brothers watch a band because you are a part of that band.

You saw the text while on the subway to the venue, offering to portal you from your place to grab a slice and watch your band.

With a heavy heart, you messaged him back with a vague excuse about having to work tonight and being busy tomorrow and unable to have a late night. He could probably see right through you and your flimsy reasoning, but you didn’t have time to think about that. You had a job to do, and you’d be darned if you didn’t do it right.

You shut your phone off and all distractions down as you made it out of the subway station, down a few streets, to the back entrance of the locale. Swiftly, you slipped your way in.

You shrugged off the teasing jabs you received from your bandmates about your unpunctuality, opting to just slip into a dressing room.

You pulled on the outfit that you’d packed in your bookbag, slightly more perfunctory than the clothing you wore on the way over, before staring down your mask.

Sure, the days leading up to performances could be rough, but once you put on that mask, it feels like you’re a complete other person, like your day hasn’t been so cruddy. That’s the main reason you had suggested that the band wear their favorite colored masks, the other being that you may have been inspired by certain reptilian friends of yours.

So, you pulled on your mask, concealed your dourness, sleepiness, doubt, everything weighing you down, exited the dressing room, immersed yourself in the fog of the stage with your fellow members.

Now you find yourself seated before your drum set, your microphone, your audience. With your drumsticks in hand and blinding stage lights flooding your vision, you steady yourself with a deep breath and get down to business.

Your foot hits the bass drum pedal on beat, sends a pulse through you, allows you to internalize it like a metronome. The sound waves ring out from the bass in an almost synaesthetic display, bright colors proliferating throughout the room.

Just like that, you are off.

The crash of the cymbals, patter of the tom-toms, diddles on the snare merely feel like extensions of yourself. Any and all performance jitters you felt fade away as you allow yourself to get into the music and have fun.

You can discern the sounds of the bass, guitar, synth layering over the beat you lay down.

Your voice’s timbre cuts through the accompaniment, sounding out over it yet blending seamlessly. The first song rushes by as quickly as the adrenaline rushes through your veins, and when it ceases and you hear the roar of applause from the audience, you know that tonight’s going to be much better than the first half of your day.

As you bask in the positive feedback between songs, a few people in the audience draw your attention. Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and Leo, all seeming to be enjoying themselves and the music. In particular, Leo looks ecstatic, his gaze fixated on you.

You smirk. You have the audience, you have the attention, why not have a little fun with the next few songs?

You kick everything up a notch, improvising paradiddles and harmonies, giving the performance absolutely everything you have left in the tank.

Seeing the wide grin on the turtle’s face and receiving uproarious praise, though, makes it all worth it.

The concert ends far sooner than you would have preferred. Guess it was true that time flies when you’re having fun.

With one final crash of the cymbals and a bow, you make your way off the stage, behind the curtains, on top of some miscellaneous crates as you throw down your sweat soaked mask and guzzle down as much cool water as you can.

Out in the audience, a flow of outgoing people trudges their way out, save for the four turtle brothers.

“Did you see that guitar? The design was so cool, and blue! I wonder how much they’d want for it. And the drummer! They were wicked!” Leo gushes.

His brothers just nod along with a few ‘yeah’s, having heard Leo pour over the same things for multiple minutes now.

The red-eared slider ceases his yapping as he looks at the stage, eyes going wide as he gets an idea.

“I’m sure they won’t mind if I just pop on back to say hi real quick and maybe get an autograph, okayseeyouatthelairlaterbyeee-!”

Before his brothers can get a word in, Leo uses his ninpō to form a portal and hop into the dim backstage area.

He looks around for a moment, only able to see the outline of the curtain and a few boxes while his eyes are adjusting to the low light.

Then, he sees one of the performers from the stage a few feet away from him, laying on some crates. The drummer, based on their height. He can’t base it off of their mask or their looks since they were facing the other direction.

“I can feel you staring at me.”

He freezes. He’s supposed to be a ninja; were his stealth skills so bad that someone could sense him that easily?

“Come on. You know how it worked out last time you tried to scare me after a gig. Spare yourself the bruised nose; you know I’m not good with scares,” you call behind you to whom you assume to be the band’s bassist, who has a habit of trying to spook everyone else.

He stays frozen.

You huff, push yourself off of your seat of crates, turn around. “Look, cut the sh- oh.”

It isn’t your bandmate behind you. It’s Leo, slack jawed and flabbergasted and completely still.

“Oh my- you are not supposed to be here- why are you here?” you ask, incredulous, as you slap your hands over your face.

Leo takes another silent moment before a high pitched squeal emits from his throat.

“Whaaaaat?! ¡No manches! This has been your ‘job’ the whole time?!” Leo laughs and puts a hand on his forehead.

“Yep, it’s me,” you grumble, pinch the bridge of your nose. There’s no way this is really happening.

“That’s- You’re so cool!” He clicks his tongue as if contemplating something. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

You blink at him. That’s a question you’ve asked yourself many a time, though you’ve never settled on a definitive answer.

“I think it’s something about it being a mystery, a little piece of myself that no one else gets to know about outside of my bandmates. Not exactly escapism, but close.”

“So that’s the reason for the mask?” He taps his own.

“Sort of.” You hum in thought, think about if you should tell him where you got the idea from.

Does he need the ego boost? Definitely not.

Will you still give him it? Sure, why not?

“You know, the design was inspired by you,” you admit, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Really?!”

“Well, you and your brothers, to be more specific.”

“Nope, no need to be specific. You can just continue on with how big of an inspiration I am.”

You snicker at his display of cockiness before sobering up.

“Just- please don’t tell anyone else that I’m in this band, that this is me.”

“Indubitably, my accomplice.” Indubitably. He always says that word when he lies, and you always call his bluff.

“No, no, I’m serious about this…” You pause, glance to the side for a moment. “I’ll give you VIP passes to all of our shows if you promise not to blab about this.”

“Deal!” He immediately puts out his hand for a shake. “Wait! VIP passes, and you let me take you for pizza tonight if you’re free, then we have a deal.”

“Did you and the guys not go for pizza earlier?” you pressed.

“We did, but we both know that I’m not above having pizza multiple times in the same day,” he winks.

“Fine. Deal.” You place your hand in his tridactyl one, give it a firm shake, then get ready to grab a slice.

It’s safe to say that you have pizza after quite a few gigs after that. It’s duly safe to say that you have one consistent, quite possibly your biggest fan at every single performance from then on.

[belovedstill]

emoji writing prompts

(inspired by this post)

96 prompts up to your interpretation. take literally, reverse, mix and match! (works well with taking ask suggestions, using random number generators, or rolling dice)

1-6 genre or tone:

🥰 fluff

💔 angst | sad ending | angst with a happy ending

🔞 smut | explicit | suggestive

🔍 mystery

🎃 spooky | horror

😎 crack | humor | meme inspired

+ 1-90 prompts:

🌸 hanahaki | pining | mutual pining

⌛ time travel | reincarnation | time loop | time is running out | immortality | time hijinks | this time they will do it right (do they?)

✉ epistolary | chat fic | letters | postservice au

🧙‍♂️ magic | urban magic | fantasy | be careful what you wish for

☕ coffee shop | restaurant | food industry

🩹 hurt/comfort | fix-it fic

💭 mind-melt | mind-reading | telepathy

🏳‍🌈 queer | queerer | unique queer experience relevant to exactly one person

🌊 merfolk au | stranded on an abandoned island | pirates

🍀 everything goes right | luck doesn't exist but somebody really does make it seem like it does

🥀 unrequited love | dealing with loss | grief

📆 slice of life

📦 delivery | package sent to the wrong address | swapped luggage/suitcase | there's some kind of mix-up happening | move in

🎬 celebrity | actor | PR hell | youtuber | streamer au

💻 internet | social media | bloggers | fandom au | two customers with radically different reviews on a product and they take it personally

🔪 revenge | murder | assassin

📞 wrong number | wrong address | wrong person | customer service | tech support | long distance

🩺 doctor | sick fic

⚽ sports | team | competition | challenge | dare

💍 engagement | marriage | arranged marriage | marriage of convenience | accidentally married | poorly-timed proposal

💋 first kiss | first relationship | first romantic experience | teaching one another how to Romance

👑 royalty | nobility | servant | butler | unequal power dynamic | undying loyalty

🎨 any artist au

🎁 gifts | surprise | keepsake | christmas | holiday | birthday

🤰 pregnancy | mpreg | alternative offspring acquisition options

��� baby | kidfic | de-aged | age regression | accidental kid acquisition | single parent(s)

👥 resurrection | came back wrong | dark alternate character | came back right but everything else is changed

🦋 butterfly effect - change a seemingly insignificant detail in source material and write how it affects the story

🐾 pet au | animal transformation | pet acquisition | animal-to-human transformation | object-to-human transformation | object-to-animal transformation (you get the drift)

👻 ghost | afterlife | paranormal | supernatural | modern supernatural | mixed supernatural genes

😈 demon | a different kind of hell | pact | soul as acceptable transaction payment | the villain's in charge now

🤡 idiots in love | platonic buffoons | only one brain cell among them | they're so stupid

🏳️ surrender | hope | bargaining

❔ oblivious | didn't know they were dating | mistaken identity | amnesia | nobody remembers them

🛡️ protect | guardian | bodyguard | rescue

💼 office | workplace

✂️ separation, chosen or forced | abandoned | cutting ties

🎓 school | university | academic professions | mentor

🏠 domestic | roommates | neighbours

🧩 soulmates (ideas) | platonic soulmates | destined to be enemies | 3+ soulmates

🏖️ beach episode | change of scenery | more than 'a lot' self-indulgent

🏩 pwp | escort | sex worker | stripper | sugar relationship

🤝 found family | putting differences aside to work together

🧬 appearance/body/behaviour modification | shrunk down | made bigger

💾 found a lost disc/usb drive/notebook/diary | lost phone | decades-old journal/letters found among the belongings of a person who's no longer there

⚖️ getting justice, one way or another | rebellion | protest | doing the dirty work so others can thrive | balance | lawyers au

⚙️ android | futuristic | science fiction | physical workers | making it work

👁 obsession | abduction | kept captive | hostage | stalker | drugged | private detective au

⚠️ make it as messed up as you want | forbidden | taboo

🕳️ something is missing | unsettling | out of the corner of the eye | nearly, almost, not quite | not enough

🤞 must pretend | spy | secret identity | identity reveal | undercover | fake dating | secret relationship | fake-married | fake [insert role] | essentially, they must pretend to be somebody they're not/to be in a dynamic they're not

✨ under a spell | truth compulsion | forced to say the opposite of what they mean | a curse made them do x

🐌 slowburn | sped-up slow burn | over the years

🧸 childhood friends (to a dynamic of choice) | separated in childhood, reunited in adulthood

⚔ enemies (to a dynamic of choice) | meddling enemies | rivals (to a dynamic of choice)

🔁 transmigration | isekai | swapped places | role reversal | body swap

🔀 crossover | fusion | characters from X piece of media put in the world of the last piece of media you've enjoyed | make it your favourite piece of media from your childhood

⁉ miscommunication | misunderstanding | wrong place, wrong time

🔆 harem | reverse harem | poly relationship

🛏 bedsharing | accidentally falling asleep on one another | passing out | dream-sharing | invite to stay over

🔮 fairytale | mythology | folklore | legend | prophecy

😶 love triangle | two-person relationship/love triangle (they know each other as two people) | one-night stand turns out to be the new boss/professor/awkward dynamic

🔒 forced proximity | locked in a room | trapped together | handcuffed together | snowed in

🤲 huddling for warmth | sharing body heat | touch starved

💬 rumours | lies | misconceptions and dealing with them

💥 set off the (conflict) bomb | right before the blow-up | argument | fight | pranks

✊ superheroes and supervillains | superpowers | the chosen one(s) | deemed to be the cursed/unlucky one

🔥 rebirth | sacrifice | sacrifice of something other than their life | destruction | letting go | ritual | change

💁‍♀️ spite fic (write literally anything you like that fandom/somebody else complained about that you disagree with) aka "they're wrong and i'm going to keep having fun"

#️⃣ love at second/third/nth sight | meet ugly | annoyed at first sight | reluctant

🖤 blind date goes right | blind date goes wrong | stood up | matchmaker

🚗 travelling together | commute | road trip | hitchiking

❕ confession | interrupted confession | confessing when it doesn't matter anymore

🚫 getting what they want but not in the way they want it | not like this

🖊 doomed from the start | it was always going to end like this | it didn't have to end this way

🐱‍👤 did a crime on accident | did a crime very much not on accident

👭 doppelgangers, lookalikes | twins | they meet their alternate self from an alternate word/different time

👂 as they go through their day, they hear a voice and it's strangely familiar (oh no) | the voice in their head actually has their best interest in mind | two souls trapped in one body fighting for control

❌ the plot is trying to incite an event for them but they refuse to have any part in it and they will outrun it

🍸 alcohol/substance use | in vino veritas | choices were made and all that's left is regrets | choices were made and there are some gains actually | remembers nothing of what they did while drunk (others may be kind enough to spare no detail)

👍 support group | dealing with issues | compromise

82. 👪 meet the family | meet the friends 83. 💰 CEO | rich x ordinary | two different worlds collide 84. 🌠 rarepair! | rarer! | unlikely friends 85. ⚡ The Realisation | oh moment | oh no moment | learning something crucial yet horrifying they wish they could forget | the antagonist was right after all 86. 0️⃣ last day alive | apocalypse | they truly only have each other left 87. ✔ it was somebody's plan all along | they sure were aware the whole time it was somebody's plan all along | scheme | trap | gotcha | test 88. 🎲 choose an action for character to take and roll d20 - that's how well it goes, write it 89. ➕ anything at all inspired by an emoji not from this list sent in an ask or randomly generated 90. ® get a string of 3+ random emojis from an emoji generator (e.g. this one or this one or any other) and write a story based on them

if you're disappointed that a prompt you wanted to find isn't on the list, take it as a sign to write it 👀

and if none of these spark creativity, check out Hatch's Plot Bank with 2300+ plot ideas

screenshots of the emojis under the cut

[hermit-lover]

Hiya! I was hoping if ur requests r free!

If so could I request a hermit x reader (cubfan)

Where the reader is bad at any pvp or combat and gets injured by a skeleton late night and the only close house is cubs and takes shelter there and how would cub react?

(U can change the character idm)

<3

Uh- Hi...

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Character: Cubfan X Reader

Type: Blurb (~1.5K)

Theme: Romantic/Platonic (left up to interpretation)

Summary: After an unfortunate run in with a skeleton, You're left to take shelter a certain scientist's base.

TW: Injuries, fear

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I wasn't sure if you wanted romantic or platonic so I tried to keep it as in between as possible. Also sorry for taking so long! Enjoy :)

This was a terrible idea. The firm body of your horse beneath you was reassuring, they gently whinny as you stroke a hand between their ears. Air blowing through your hair as you ride, it brings the cool smell of earth. You had just come from Jevin's, the slime offering you some materials to help with your mega base. It was kind of him, as you had joined the season late and were left scrambling to catch up. A shulker filled with dark oak and grey concrete lay heavy in your inventory. Standing out alongside your iron, barely enchanted tools. The two of you had gotten into a conversation about the historical style of his cathedral build, and accidentally talked until sundown. Architecture being a particular interest of yours, you had a tendency to let time slip away. Now, as the cold night creeps in around you, you regret rejecting his offer to stay the night.

You would use an elytra, but you had just barely learnt how. The Hermits were shocked to learn your last server had banned them. Plus, flying around in the dark in an unfamiliar server sounded like a death wish, and you were not keen on potentially losing your few possessions. So you leapt onto the back of your familiar steed (a gift from Bdubs.) and rode off into the night. It was more efficient then foot, of course, but meant you couldn't see potential dangers. A risk you were willing to take to get home faster and sleep the terrifying night away. You could build someone the most amazing mega base in record pace, or work out the hardest redstone problems. Yet...combat bested you. Something about the high stress situation didn't bode well with your reaction times. Shaking the idea of having to fight away, you focus on leading your steed back home.

The area was not well lit up, you noticed immediately. Carrying the ominous, anxiety inducing vibe of monsters being around every corner. Overgrown bushes that you had easily navigated around in daylight snagged at the legs of your horse. Catching against your pants where they stay pressed against the animal. You narrowly manage to duck out of the way of a low hanging branch, when your horses front legs buckle. Sending you jolting forwards as they neigh panickedly. Scrambling to sit upright, you try to reassure them.

"Hey- hey your okay, calm down." You soothe, running a hand up and down their neck. They whinny again, but still remain in their awkward crouching position. Throwing a leg over, you slide down, landing on the ground with a large series of cracks. Immediately you notice the issue, brambles covering the forest floor have trapped your horses leg. Digging into the flesh and threatening to twist an ankle. Dropping down to your knees, you use the edge of your sword to gently slice the plants. Taking a sigh of relief when your steed backs up out of the tangle.

"We have to continue." You decide, returning once again to their side. "I know It's scary," you pet their nose and down their neck, smooth yet corse fur familiar. "but we can't stay out here." They whinny back, and you take it as agreement. Placing a foot into the rung, you prepare to hoist yourself up.

Whoosh- Thunk! You leap as an arrow wizzes past your head, imbedding itself in the tree just behind your horse. They cry, startled. instinctively rearing up into a buck. You cant react before you've hit the ground. Wind pushed from your lungs. Ribs exploding in pain. A grunt passes through your lips as you try to protest- but the horse has bolted off. Powerful legs stampeding the ground flat. Sounds of hooves fading into the night. You want to lay there and recover- but another arrow stabs into the ground inches away. Rolling, you manage to stand. Ground swaying as you righten. The skeleton is fairly obvious amongst the dark logs, white bones gleaming in what little moonlight shone through the leaves. Okay, this will easy enough. Then you can go save your horse.

You stumble out of the way of another arrow, picking through the thick brambles towards the mob. We got this. The string of a bow is drawn again, and you side step away. That was easy! Raising your sword you lunge the small distance towards the skeleton, swinging at its exposed ribs. It slides across with an unpleasant noise, and the mob skitters backwards, Injured. A small surge of pride makes you smile, and step forwards for another blow-

Thump. The hilt of an arrow sticks out from your shoulder. A beat of realization, and then pain explodes. Your feet don't obey your commands, and they twist as you attempt to stumble back. Panic crawls up your chest. Closing your throat. Leaning against a tree for support. An arrow lodges in the wood next to your head. Splintering the log.

Pushing away from the tree, you dash away. This was a terrible idea. Armor heavy on your limbs. Sword flailing to try and clear the path. Theres a pool of light up ahead, and you continue towards it. Hope flutters beneath your skin. Just a bit closer-

You break from the trees into a clearing, you recognize the shop immediately. Gigapies. Praying to whatever god may be watching, you dash for the door. Its sturdy under your panicked fist, loud knocks resonating throughout the building. Theres a beat of silence. Was no one there? Were you going to die out here?

Then the door creaks open, a curious set of eyes gleaming behind glasses. Your mouth works faster then your brain.

"Uh-hi I'm so sorry to bother but my horse ran away and I got shot could I-?" The words are rushed, overlapping one thought to the next. Out of breath.

"Come in." They answer for you, pulling the door open fully. You blink in realization. Cub. He places a hand between your shoulders and gently guides you to a seat. It's surprisingly plush, and you realize how much your legs ache. Your shoulder throbs, arrow hilt making you nauseous. The room is basked in warm light, low and comfortable. The spiced smell of pumpkin pie is welcome compared to that of the damp, chilled forest. Candles flicker, casting a dark shadow on Cub's face, besides where his glasses catch the light. "What were you doing wandering around this late anyways? You don't strike me as the type for night walks anymore." His voice is calm as he turns away, opening an Enderchest. He sifts through it in quick motions. It takes a second for you to be able to pull together an answer.

"I was talking with Jevin, he gave me some materials." You answer, trying to be coherent. Voice shaking. "We talked for too long and it got dark." Cub nods, and turns back. A bottle gleams in his hands, pink liquid sloshing around inside. A regeneration potion.

"I see." He hums, crouching down to be level with you. Unexpectedly you are stuck by his expression. His eyebrows are pulled together in worry, a small scowl across his lips. Was he really so shaken by your injury? He sounded so calm? Cub seems to notice you watching him, and manages a small smile. "Well its a good thing you stopped here, I'll heal you right up." He winks, heat flushes your cheeks. Laughter bubbling in your chest, you wince slightly as your shoulders move in amusement, but that doesn't dampen the feeling. His eyes glitter with fondness, but he clears his throat. "I'm going to have to remove the arrow." He explains, keeping his tone even. Its good for your nerves, and you can suddenly understand why he remains neutral. You nod slowly.

"Be careful, please." You request quietly, worry creeping back again.

"I will." Cub vows, and you believe him. You've had no real reason not to trust Cub, he is a bit sketchy sometimes but overall is pleasant. Last season, despite whatever was happening with the moon, Cub was a friendly face you spoke with often. Its weird to think you've haven't interacted much this season.

His hand presses against your shoulder, sending a small jolt of pain. "Ready?" He asks quietly, voice barely above a murmur. You nod, and he nods back. "Just relax." And you do, dropping the tension in your shoulders and brow you didn't know you were holding. In that brief second of peace, Cub reacts. The room spins, and an terrible aching pain over takes your shoulder. Then a strange tingling sensation. "You're alright." Cub soothes, placing a hand on your cheek, your eyes focus. His face is gentle, eyes glowing a slight blue. Vex magic, you recall blearily. Something about season 5 and Scar you've been told. Tension releases from your body, letting your head rest into his palm. The tingling slowly fades, and you can sense the wound is healed. "There you go, all better." He grins, teeth pointed as usual. You offer him a small smile back, tiredness creeping up now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

"Thank you." You say sincerely, affection lacing the words. Now its his turn to flush, pointed ears twitching.

"Don't mention it, wouldn't want you losing your stuff." He brushes off smoothly, slowly removing his hand. "Lets get you set up to sleep, yeah?"

"Please."

[anulithots]

Random ask, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in any media, like anime/manga, tv series, books, etc (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them....

P.s

I'm not the one who asked that fav charas but WOW your answer is great, thanks for sharing them.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

I typically like dynamics, romantic or otherwise (if they are canonical, it's just an extra for me, a nice extra but an extra nonetheless.)

BUT I do have my ships, very much so.

Here's a quick list:

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori (queer platonic/semi-romantic, I really just like their dynamic)

Maki and Nobara Kugisaki

Crowley and Aziraphale

@pinetreevillain's Timothy and Donnie

Jesper and Wylan

Kaz and Inej (really all the pairings in Six of Crows are great)

Bo Seon and Kang Dae (I hope I spelled their names right! I don't have easy access to webtoon anymore... sadness)

Daph and Tom (queer platonic) from the Interpretation of Shadows

And just a note! I typically ship with a 'queer platonic flavor' to everyone. This aspec person loves their fluff I guess. (I don't like/don't read smut)

#1 Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

I've rambled about them... a lot.

Most of my essays are here

Gojo the analyst

SatoSugu and how they support each other

Ao No Sumika - "Will we meet again?"

Gojo and Geto being compliments in an ironic way

Edit with them is here

They are each other's compliments, they are soulmates, they are most comfortable around each other, and they feel like themselves when the other is around. Like... just perfection tbh.

#2 Itadori Yuji and Megumi Fushiguro

I ship them queer platonically/semi-romantically.

But first... THE SATOSUGU PARRALLELS THEY HAVE!!

Second..

Yuji validates Megumi's way of seeing things. Megumi says that he values personality most ('unshakable character') for people he likes, and he canonically likes Itadori's personality and his 'unshakable character'.

They also get to have a calmer version of satosugu moral squabbles. (With Megumi being the one to say that not everyone should be saved, and Itadori trying to save everyone.)

ALSO ITADoRI KNOWING THAT mEGUMI SAVED HIM BECAUSE MEGUMI THINKS THAT ITADORI iS A GOOD PERSON, ONLY FOR ITADORI TO BELIVE HIS ACTIONS (finger eating) HURT OTHERS. (and Megumi's adamant proclamations towards not saving someone who would hurt others in the future... but all the while Megumi is making sure not to tell Itadori because he doesn't want itadori to be sad.)

Also the way Itadori is always giving Fushiguro little compliments, and considers him a friend pretty much immediately.

Also the 'if you die, I'll kill you' 'I guess I can't die then'

Their dynamic is just perfection. PERFECTION I TELL YOU!

#3 Maki Zenin and Nobara Kugisaki

Maki and Nobara feel like they have similar underlying beliefs, values, and personalities. They would definitely hype each other up (especially when Nobara immediately fawns over Maki). Honestly I would love to see more Nobara content in general, and if JJK were a slice of life, it would've been so much fun to have an episode directly devoted to Nobara and Maki.

As it is, they both are self-determined and are selective with who they choose to care about. And as far as anger goes, Nobara seems like someone with a 'wild anger', whereas Maki's anger is more controlled.

Nobara also is sparing in her compliments, doesn't let unessecary emtions get in the way of a mission, is more focused on strategy than the rest of the Tokyo trio, and all she wants is to live her best life. No one's getting in the way of that.

Maki is also going to live her life to the fullest, but in a ~spiteful way~. She doesn't see herself as lesser and will leave relationships behind (see Mai) for the sake of living to her fullest potential.

Basically Maki and Nobara solidarity. They would understand and work well with each other.

#4 Crowley and Aziraphale

I got into a hyperfixation about them (just them, did not have acess to the show so I scoured the internet for clips of them). A lot of my ships have this common theme of 'comfort person'. And... yea.

It's been a bit since I've hyperfixated on them though! I fell out of it a little bit before JJK.

Crowley recognizes the flaws in the system and decided to live in his own human-esque way. This includes Aziraphale. Always.

Aziraphale follows the system and justifies all of his human indulgences with the fundamental goodness of the system. Most comfortable around Crowley.

They are constantly doing little things for each other. THeir own tragic breakup scene was because they wanted to do things for each other. (Aziraphale wanted Crowley to be an angel because he thinks he would be happier. Crowley knows that they would both be happy if they had each other.)

I'm probably missing some things, but yea! They gave me a lot of happy sparkles. (Aziraphale was so excited to hold Crowley's hand it was great)

#5 @pinetreevillain's Timothy and Donnie

(I want this image forever imprinted in my brain.. also hope this doesn't count as a repost... full credit forever to pinetreevillian!)

Again, while I still love rottmnt and it was (and is) my longest running hyperfixation ever... my brain is all JJK right now. So I might have forgotten some things!

For all the love that his brothers give him, none of them give their wholehearted trust to Donnie ("Fixing your fix" and all that jazz). None of them can understand exactly how his brain works - and it's lonely being the only one with a mind that works differently. (Plus it's maddening to not have at least ONE PERSOn that listens to your infodumps... speaking from experience).

The FIRST THING TImothy says to Donnie is "I trust you"

"I love it when you talk"

Someone who understands his science jargon! Somone who he can vent to that isn't his brothers! THE FONTS! FRIENDS! EVERYONE GETS A TRAGIC BREAKUP WHOOPDEDOO! (the bad ending death)

... is there a single ship on this list that isn't 'comfort person + tragic breakup?'

... nope?

.... I guess I have a type.

AND I WRITE THE SAME WAY actually -

THEY ARE LIKE THIS TOO WUT. 'comfort people + tragic breakup'

WELL! YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST! If you want Noorie to like your ship, they better be each other's comfort person and have a tragic breakup scene.

I'm going to skip over the SIx of Crows ships because it's been awhile + I want to talk about the others. BUT THE SIX OF CROWS SHIPS ARE REALLY GOOD

#Iforget - Kang Dae and Bo Seon.

They are so fluffffyyyyyyyy

And they're from the webtoon: to the stars and back. I don't have easy acess to webtoon anymore because of 'they're going to make you gay' (I'm literally lithromantic asexual... being gay isn't going to change anything... also being genderfluid makes everything gay. So there <3)

I HAVEN"T ANALYZED THEM BECAUSE MY BRAIN WAS TOO FOCUSED ON FLUFF (which rarely happens) IT"S SOO FLUFFY AND THEYARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER BECAUSE I PREFER ENJOYING EACH OTHER'S COMPANY TO PINNING AND PRE-CONFESSION NERVOUSNESS (unless you're @justrustandstardust and can make it really funny)

#something or other. Daph and Tom from the interpretation of Shadows.

CANNONICALLY QUEER PLATONIC WHOOODEWONDEROUSDOO!(comfort people comfort people comfort people... not sure if they have a tragic breakup tho)

Daph can't see Tom's shadow and it's a comfort because he isn't bombarded with truths all the time and I remember seeing the author talk about it more but I forgot..... and I still like them A LOT, but I;m also waiting for the comic to progress before I can analyze fully.

For now! We have Daph the silly with a great burden on his shoulders, and Tom who tries to be rational and likes hanging around Daph even thought the sillies can be aggravating (because of aggravating sillies?)

ANYWHO! SORRY FOR THE LATER REPLY! I HONESTLY HAVE A FEW SHIPS THAT I LIKE AND THE REST IS FOUND FAMILY-ESQUE DYNAMICs

and while we're here... Satosugu anyone?

Also Gojo core-

[pandi-ponders]

I was a fan of FNAF since I was a kid. So when they announced Security Breach, I was so hyped :]

I am huge sucker for anything celestial themed, especially sun and moon counterparts. I'm also a HUGE fan of Jekyll and Hyde, so when I saw Sun switch to Moon, I was HOOKED. Oh, and the jester theme to them did it for me as well. They were practically made to bait me XD

I've been here since the game released but haven't made any content until recently

Nope, just watched gameplays :3

I haven't made a lot of content, so I don't really have a favorite. I do have a lot of stuff planned tho ;)

I LOVE looking for or reading about AUs people come up with. I know y/n content makes a majority of fics, so I don't read them often since I'm not a huge fan of romance. I love the different crime or cryptid AUs people make, also slice of life stories

My favorite AU at the moment is the Serial Killer AU by @/ayyy-imma-ninja, Daycare AU by @/cookiiemancer, and Mad Scientist AU by @/woolysstuff (I love your AUs!)

My own ocs? No. But I don't necessarily have a favorite when it comes to other people's. I love them all!

Bro, I loved their canon appearance. They look so funky that I fell in love with it instantly.

I don't know, I just love looking at the content people make and everyone's different interpretations. They make me smile and laugh, it's so charming

Honestly? Moon. I love Sun tho! He was my favorite initially but Moon slowly won me over.

ECLIPSE, MY BELOVED. The way my heart melted when we met him in the DLC XD

I haven't thought much of pre-glitch Sun, actually. I imagine it's still Sun, just less anxious and controlling

Pre-glitch Moon, the horrors you had to witness saddens me :[

I think they're two different beings in one body. And if it's the latter, I don't really care. Like I said earlier, I love all interpretations people come up with

I NEED MORE PLATONIC CONTENT. I see usually romantic interactions with Sun and Moon but I crave for silly shenanigans and friendly interactions

I don't really have any complaints, this has been the most peaceful fan space I've ever been in (Thanks for that guys :3)

The DCA Fanzine that's in the works right now. I do plan to try to contribute. If not, I'll be excited to get the fanzine anyway

Honestly, yeah. I love their whimsy and grand behavior. I'd probably play along with their antics. Like Sun could keep me motivated to do my work and Moon would help me with my horrendous sleep schedule. In return, I'd be the best companion I could be >:)

ECLIPSE. WHAT IF ECLIPSE WAS THE DEFAULT PERSONALITY. THE DCA WAS A THEATER BOT, SO WHAT IF SUN AND MOON WERE JUST PERSONALITIES ECLIPSE MADE UP AS A BIT. THEN HE PRACTICALLY LOST HOLD OF HIS OWN PERSONALITY AND BECAME SUN AND MOON. THE RESET FROM THE FAZWRENCH IN THE DLC WAS JUST ECLIPSE REVERTING BACK TO HIS DEFAULT PERSONALITY

alright dca fandom, here's some questions bc i'm curious. the funky jesters make our brains go brr, but why? treat it as an ask game or answer in the tags if you feel like it! :)

how did you get here?

why these characters in particular? what was the hook for you?

how long have you been here?

have you actually played fnaf sb?

if you make content, what's your favorite piece you've contributed?

what's your favorite sort of art or fic? what genre/flavor/style?

what's your favorite au?

do you have any ocs, or have any ocs you're fond of?

what do you think of the dca's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

what keeps you in this fandom despite the very small amount of canon content the dca had?

be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

thoughts on eclipse?

thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

thoughts on pre-glitch moon?

do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? does it matter?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

anything you're looking forward to?

do you think you'd actually get along with the dca if you met them irl?

free space! talk about whatever's on your mind!

[chibinasuu]

Captain's Seat | Luffy x Reader

Part of the Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series

Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here

Summary: You checked up on the Captain, who had been sitting on his favorite seat for hours as he tried to get the first glimpse of an oncoming island Word count: 1.2k Tags: one-shot, fluff, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, platonic straw hat pirates x reader, main pairing could be interpreted as platonic or romantic, no use of y/n, GN but written with F!Reader in mind

a/n: here it is, the final fic of the thousand sunny slice-of-life series, featuring our beloved captain!! i wanna say thank you to everyone who has been following along, and a warm welcome to everyone who’s seeing this series for the first time! without further ado, please enjoy!

“This is boooring,” Luffy whined from his perch on the Sunny’s railing, one hand limply holding a fishing pole. 

The water today was calm, and the weather was sunny, but not too hot. That is to say, it was a perfect morning for fishing. But, it had also been two weeks since the last time the Straw Hats set foot on solid ground, so you could understand why your Captain was bored out of his mind.

“It hasn’t even been ten minutes, Captain.” You chuckled as you looked up at him. You were leaning against the railing next to Luffy, a fishing pole of your own gripped between your fingers. 

“But no fish is biting!” He pouted, resting his chin on top of his hand.

“Have some patience, Luffy.” You chided him, though a smile was still present on your face. Knowing full well how his brain works, you wittily added, “Don’t you want some grilled fish for lunch? Or sashimi? Maybe some fish and chips? I’m sure Sanji will make something delicious with our catch.”

Luffy’s eyes practically sparkled at the mention of food, and his focus returned to his fishing pole with renewed vigor. You smiled to yourself, nothing motivated your Captain more than a promise of a good old feast. 

“And get down from there, will you?” you told him, eyeing his precarious position on the thin railing, “I’m not fishing you out if you fall overboard.”

“That’s alright!” Luffy laughed cheekily, “Zoro will get me!”

You sighed, knowing that he was absolutely correct. 

Today’s catch ended up being an octopus, some mackerels, and a giant tuna, which was so massive that it actually managed to drag Luffy into the ocean. Zoro immediately jumped after him of course, just like Luffy said he would, and successfully wrangled the tuna onboard with him too. 

Sanji was ecstatic to see the tuna and proceeded to expertly filet the fish, treating the crew to a fresh sashimi platter before cooking the rest of it for lunch.

The meal that followed was a buffet of seafood delicacies – Sanji’s specialty – and by the end of it, everyone was so full that no one seemed to have the willpower to get up from the dining table. 

“Oh, right!” Nami suddenly spoke up, “We’ve entered an island’s climate, by the looks of the weather, so we should make landfall…”

Nami’s sentence was cut short by Luffy’s excited whoop. He immediately leaped up from his chair and charged outside, looking back only to thank Sanji for the meal. You could hear the Captain hooting with joy as he ran to the front of the ship, singing the word “adventure” over and over to a random tune of his own making.

The orange-haired girl heaved a long sigh, “I was saying that we may be making landfall in a few days. The island won’t even come into view until tomorrow, at least.” 

Robin let out a soft giggle, “Let him be, Nami. You know how excited he always gets whenever we’re approaching a new island.”

The crew returned to their respective activities after lunch. Franky and Usopp were holed up in their workshops, while Zoro was training in the crow’s nest. Nami was in the library, readying her mapmaking tools to chart the new island and the seas surrounding it. Robin was keeping her company, deeply engrossed in a book. 

You helped Sanji wash the dishes and clean up the dining room, before asking him for pieces of vegetables to feed the Straw Hats’ resident transponder snails. The little creatures usually just sleep a lot, so it was always fascinating to see their round eyes widen at the sight of some fresh greens. 

A couple of hours passed before you noticed that Luffy had yet to come down from his spot at the figurehead. Now that your chores are finished, you figured it was a good time as any to go check up on him. 

“Hey, Captain!” You called out from the bottom of the stairs leading up to the lion’s head, “Mind if I join you?”

Luffy whipped his head around at your voice, yelling out your name excitedly. His lips formed a sly grin, and your eyes widened as you belatedly realized what he was up to, “Luffy, don’t you dare!”

There was nothing you could do as Luffy’s arm stretched out, wrapped several times around your waist, and snatched you off the deck. You crashed into him, both of you struggling to maintain your balance on the curved figurehead. 

Once you were safely seated next to him, you playfully swatted his arm, “I could’ve just used the stairs, you know. Did you want to fall into the ocean for the second time today?”

He only scratched his head and laughed maniacally, “My bad!”

Luffy’s eyes returned to the horizon, eager to catch the first glimpse of the island, which, according to Nami, won’t even appear until tomorrow. 

You said teasingly, “How come you can stay up here for hours but get bored with only ten minutes of fishing?” 

“Hmm,” He seriously considered, before nodding decisively, “Because the view is way better from here.” 

You laughed, “We’re in the middle of the ocean, Luffy. The view is practically the same from anywhere on the ship!”

“Nope!” He insisted, “Here is better.”

You could only chuckle, “If you say so, Captain.”

After a few minutes, Luffy’s knees started bouncing in excitement, “I wonder what kind of adventure we’ll have on this next island! Do you think there's gonna be a jungle? A desert? A crowded town? Ah, I can’t wait to taste the food there too!”

“Looking at our track record so far, there will probably also be trouble waiting for us, huh?” You said in jest, nudging him with your shoulder. 

“Well, whatever the trouble, I’m not worried one bit.” He gave you a wide grin, “After all, I have you guys with me!” 

Luffy put both his hands in front of his face and counted off on his fingers, “I have you, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook, and Jinbe. We always made it through together somehow, don’t we? So, we can just keep doing what we do until we reach the end of the Grand Line!”

You nodded in agreement, your heart filled anew with joy and gratitude for this little family of yours – this little band of misfits who had somehow found each other amid this wide, wide ocean.  

Your Captain was uncharacteristically solemn for a moment before he proclaimed, “Then, I’m going to become the King of the Pirates!” 

He had said the exact same thing thousands of times before, but the conviction in his voice never wavered. 

“You will.” You replied with equal confidence, not a shadow of doubt in your mind. 

“And you all are gonna be there by my side when I do.” Luffy said, not as a question or even a Captain’s order, just a statement that you both knew would come true. 

You took his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, “Of course we will.”

With that signature laugh of his, he took off his treasured hat and placed it firmly on top of your head, “Y'know, I’m glad you joined my crew!”

“Well, you didn’t exactly give me a choice!” You joked, recalling how he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he first invited you to join the Straw Hat Pirates. You leaned your head against his and squeezed his hand, “But, I’m really glad I’m here too.”

You sat side-by-side with Luffy for hours after that, eyes on the horizon, awaiting the stage for your next adventure to come into sight.

Maybe your Captain was right, the view really did seem better from up here.

a/n: aaahh it’s over! thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed that! this series may have come to an end, but i’d love to write some more of these slice-of-life stories if someone requested it, so if you have ideas/scenarios featuring any of the straw hats, you are more than welcome to slide into my askbox or dm!

Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here

[yuugort]

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[polyghostfacehours]

IMAGINE GOING ON A NATURE WALK WITH BILLY AND TAKING SPOOKY PICTURES (+ Stu dressing up as a cryptid for added spooks in some of them)

OKAY INSPO TIME. I modified this a lil tho, hope you dont mind!

This can be read as either platonic or romantic

TW: Unhealthy friendship/relationship dynamics. Dark implications. Blood. The term "ladies first" is mentioned but can be interpreted as jokingly/condescendingly if male or GN!Reader. Su!cide Joke.

Halloween - poly!Ghostface x Reader:

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CLICK

The sound of Billy's camera echoed along the trees of the foggy forest, it's lens pointing at the murky gray depths of the lake you three usually frequented during the summer time.

You rest your face in your hands from your spot on the log, a towel draped on rotting wood in hopes of preventing your costume soaking in the moisture. You're lost in thought, buzz of cicadas in the air lulling you as you stare out at the waters. A groan rattles you from your reverie, and you blink towards the blond standing not too far from you.

"Billy, come oooon man." Stu whines as he traces patterns into the dirt with the stick he's holding "We've been here like, an hour. If we don't leave soon I'm gonna fuckin -Ccckkk - off myself." The blond sticks his tongue out dramatically as he performs a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat.

"Shut up Stu." Billy says, adjusting some setting on his camera, lifting it up again to take another series of pictures, not even bothering to look up and acknowledge the faux-offended gasp leaving Stu's mouth.

You smirk. "Do it. A corpse would just add to the atmosphere." The dark joke leaves your mouth teasingly, and you stick your tongue out at Stu as he flips you off with a grin before turning back to Billy, waving his stick like a wizard as he speaks.

"Look, man. I'm a growing boy. This right here?" He taps his temple. "Needs stimulation. Prefrontal Cortex development and aaaall that good stuff. You don't want me to grow up a stunted adult, right?"

Billy finally turns around to give him an unimpressed look before allowing a small smirk to grave his features. "Too late. That happened when mom and pops stopped hugging you."

You snicker and Stu pouts.

"Damn man. Is it Ouch-o-ween or what?" He grumbles before something catches your eye.

"Hey Stu, what's that?"

Stu's blue eyes look down to where yours are trained, and he squints before crouching down and poking the bumpy, rather moist looking thing with his stick. He moves the moss and a sharp grin pulls at his lips, mirth dancing in his eyes as he turns his head to you.

"Dead frog."

You blink. "You didn't kill it did you?"

"What? Noooo, I'm not some kind of monster Y/n." Something dark flashes in his eyes as he says those words, something that make an uncomfortable feeling pit in your stomach. It disappears almost as quickly as it comes, and Stu shrugs. "It was already dead. Probs starvation, since this place is also DEAD." Stu shouts that last word with an emphasis, startling both you and Billy as his voice reverberates along the trees. Stu chuckles at your reactions. Another poke and the stick almost breaks the rough skin of the frogs back.

"Let me see. Hey - don't fuck it up, stop poking it." Billy's speaks as he begins walking to where Stu stands with his camera in tow, not at all bothered by the mud tracking the boots of his Michael Myers costume.

An idea strikes you as you too make your way over to the two boys.

"Hey Stu, gimme that stick for a second!"

He hands it to you, and you get to work, the patterns and symbols etched in your mind being transferred onto the dirt as you encircle the frog with macabre sketches. Stu's eyes brim with mischievousness and curiosity in equal measure, and Billy's eyes mirror them.

"Aaaaand." You poke your tongue out the side of your mouth as you put the finishing touches "There! Pretty cool huh? Saw it in some cheap giallo film." You puff up your chest proudly as the two boys take in the pentagram and demonic symbols that now had the dead, rotting frog within it's center.

"Doooope. Looks like you got it, heh, dead-on." Stu cackles with his tongue out as you roll your eyes playfully. Billy gives you an impressed look as he tilts his head at different angles. He lifts his camera up, but hesitates and brings it down before locking eyes with you both.

"it's good. But...missing something." He says, and a shadow flickers in his eyes, one that had you hold back a shudder.

"What?"

Your breath hitches, and you hear Stu's does too, as Billy reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Buck 120. He unsheathes it, and his eyes dart between you and Stu's faces.

"Blood. For a little, hmm. Ambiance." He pauses. "You two in?"

You and Stu look at one another and you notice the excitement in his blues, pupil almost obscuring the sky-like color. You know immediately what his answer will be, and you pass your tongue over your drying lips as Billy looks at you both expectantly.

You nod at the same time that Stu confirms his participation with a loud quip that you don't register. All you can focus on is the steel that flashes with every subtle movement of Billy's hand. Something catches in your breath, tight and uncomfortable, as Billy opens his free hand towards you with a smirk.

"Ladies first."

You swallow the lump and nod, eyes squeezing closed as Billy's warm hand wraps around your wrist. He notices this and, in an almost soothing, very-not-Billy way, he gently runs his thumb against your wrist's pulse soothingly before bringing the knife to your arm.

As the sharp blade nicks your skin, you feel warm, and a brief fire lights in your veins as blood drips out of you slowly like water. it dribbles onto the frog, it's body as silent as the air around you as all your eyes train on your blood with bated breath. After a few large drops, you pull your arm away, putting pressure on the cut and hissing as it stings.

A grin that looks jagged stretches Billy's lips, and he lifts his eyebrows playfully as he now looks at Stu. Stu gives a nervous grin back, and it almost seemed like he was scared of Billy having a knife, but any trepidation seemingly disappears as he holds out his arm with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

"My turn!"

Billy chuckles, and does the same to Stu that he did to you, earning a hiss from the taller man as life leaves his veins in a thin stream. The two lock eyes as Stu clenches his jaw and Billy's eyes brim in excitement. They break this contact when Stu pulls away, gripping his own wound as best as he can, using the apron from his Bubba Sawyer costume to stall the blood flow further.

Billy sheathes the knife as you and Stu grip at your arms, placing it away as his hands once again grab his camera and lifting it to his face.

"Wait. What about you?" You ask, confusion marring your features, and Stu raises his eyes from his still bleeding arm to also give Billy a questioning glance.

Billy lowers the camera briefly, and a blank expression paints his face as he stares down at the frog and gives a nonchalant shrug.

"There's already enough blood."

You both look down and see that he's right. Red dribbled down green-gray skin and seeped into the dirt around it, trailing outwards in a way that looked like it was reaching for something.

You and Stu's blood painted the perfect picture for Billy.

He brings the camera to his face once more and the shudder sounds louder than it is as he takes a myriad of pictures. Come to think of it...this forest seems a lot more spacious than you remember it was back in the summer. The opposite of claustrophobia encases your heart.

Stu gives a shaky smile to the both of you, and you and Billy return it with varying levels of steadiness. Your mouth moves before you can stop it, earning a chuckle from Billy and a loud cackle from Stu.

"Happy Halloween."

[discluded]

Hello there

I just saw your meta in regards to photography & how Apo captures Mile, what are your thoughts on how Mile captures Apo. They are so different Mile almost always captures Apo when he’s not looking, doing random things or just looking cute.😩💕

Hi anon! First of all, I'm embarrassed to say, I haven't seen a lot of photos of Apo that Mile has taken. I asked @nattaphum who directed me to this one, but a sample of one is not exactly telling. Additionally, I feel like at least this photo does not necessarily have artistic intent but is mainly meant to capture a moment.

Not all photos necessarily have an artist's intent -- and this is not a degradation of common photography or of Mile's photography ability. None of the gatekeeping bullshit from me. I already mentioned photographers usually find 90% of their photos to be inadequate, and you also can't get better without practice either.

An example of Apo doing this kind of photography is the facemasks selfie. The artistic intent of this photo is intentionally low, but it's of high (sentimental) value to both them and the fans. There's plenty of these more affectionate and casual photos of Mile that Apo has taken as well -- by your comment, I'm guessing that's similar to a lot of what Mile has of Apo? And again, these photos are a side of Mile being viewed literally through the lens of a loved one (platonically, romantically, or some other way that we don't have a word for yet is up to your own interpretation). They're very soft and sweet, and cheeky.

So instead I'm interpreting your ask through one of two perspectives:

(1) What do I think of Mile as an artist-photographer, or (2) what do I think of the Mile-as-artist and Apo-as-subject relationship?

(1) As mentioned, model-photographers are an interesting breed to me. I think Mile's primary alignment in that is preferring to be in front of the camera. But from what we see of flowwithmp, the shots of his guitars that he's taken are beautiful. His attention to framing, detail, and perspective show why he's such an effective model. Models should understand what makes a composition of a shot good -- that's their main job and it's reasonably challenging to navigate when you're in front of the camera (additional kudos to Apo for often being able to successfully direct shots when he's the one in front).

But I think the most important thing I take away from that photographer-subject relationship on display here is that his passion for music, which brings me to:

(2) It's clear that Mile's preferred artistic alignment is music. In terms of viewing the MileApo as mutual artists/subjects who feed off each other creatively relationship, it's best to think of them as each other's muses. Mile lights up Apo's artistic vision through visual decadence and worship. So what about about how Mile is inspired by Apo, sonically?

Well... we don't have a lot of evidence of that. Again, they've mentioned their relationship is very private. We see the smallest slice of what they choose to share with us.

But of what we do have? Might have driven us a little crazy. Watching him repeatedly glancing shyly at Apo while he's singing makes me blush and squirm in my seat. It again feels like that photo of Mile at the beach -- he's performing in front of everyone, but the performance is so intimate and intentionally directed at one person. I know in theory they were playing Kinn and Porsche in this scene, but really it doesn't read to me this way. It reads as Mile and Apo (and especially the way Apo interacted with him at the end... yeah. That was 0% Porsche from Apo at least).

And the Mile's body language in performance is so different from him performing with Jeff. Or his other performances in KPWT. Or even literally when he's playing the guitar for Apo as Apo is performing.

The energy is so different. Mile is a confident musician in front of an audience, so why does it feel so shy? Why does it feel like I'm watching something I'm maybe not supposed to be watching when he's literally performing in front of thousands of people?

In conclusion: I don’t think we are ready for Apo-as-subject from Miles-the-musician-artist. At the very least, I’m certainly not.

[studyinglogic]

Idiosyncratic thoughts on music III: relationships in songs and time-slices of a self

Many song lyrics are about relationships (in the widest sense of the word): romantic, platonic, friendly, familial, antagonistic; failed or successful; past or present; close or distant; ongoing or ended or future.

But however you see these, people most commonly interpret song lyrics as about relationships between two different people. But there is another possible interpretation, which I personally find almost always more interesting: these are relationships between two different time-slices of a self.

(Both interpretations are possible, of course. The point here isn't to close off one angle of interpretation and to say that only one can be right; it's to say that songs, like most other works of art, hold a multiplicity of meanings and are all the richer for their ambiguity. Keats on Shakespeare and negative capability comes to mind.)

This insight on interpreting relationships in songs isn't original to me, of course. It's a familiar one from time-slice epistemology and various YouTube comments (some quoted below at the end of the post, keeping the original spelling and syntax).

Some songs lend themselves to this interpretation rather easily; others less so. The song "Did I Make You Up?" by half·alive seems straightforwardly to be about two different people, and it might seem difficult to interpret the lyrics otherwise.

But I've found the time-slice interpretation more interesting: one can see the song as looking at your past hopes, at who you thought you would be (did I make that person up?), and realising that you're never going to become that person.

(Then again, maybe this interpretation is naïve, a product of my being lost in a daydream.)

YouTube comments

On flora cash's "You're Somebody Else":

All the comments talk about other people changing and leaving. I hear this about myself... when you've changed in ways you didn't want to, when you're someone you don't recognize, when you've become someone you hate. It hits different when you try to change to fit your ideal image of yourself but you have just got to accept that life has changed you in so many ways and you just have to move on from the past you.

this songs hits different when the person that looks different is yourself

everyone talking about how they miss someone they once loved but i’m listening to the song because i can no longer recognize myself...

On Regina Spektor's Two Birds:

The two birds represent two parts of a person. This person has gone through some really hard times and would really like to move on, one way or another. Their motivation is right there, ready to unfold its wings. But there's that part of them which doesn't wanna fly at all. The world is a bad place, and it knows it. Staying on the wire is safer than flying out, and this feeling is much stronger than motivation. The person will never move on unless the two birds find a compromise, a way to start flying together without either of them giving up right after the take off. They may never get to that point, but the two birds never fight each other, and this way the person will still live happy, though they're missing the best part of life: flying.

On the other hand:

Imagine if instead of being this deep song open to interpretation, Regina just wrote a song about two birds

[aliteralchicken]

Hello, I was wondering if you had any timkon headcannons (romantic or platonic) that you feel like rambling about

sorry this took so long tumblr crashed and deleted what id wrote twice 😀 , * for romantic, everything else can be interpreted as either

• they have a ‘hands are always cold/hands are always warm’ dynamic

• Tim steals clothes, it’s a fact of life. Kon just wasn’t aware of how frequent Tim did this

he expected Superboy shirt or two , he did not expect to catch Tim wearing one of his flannels, his leather jacket and his pair of jeans

‘I’ve cuffed them’

‘you're drowning in them Tim’

‘I’ve cuffed them it’s fine’

‘is that my belt as well?’

‘like you said I was drowning in them’

•Kon tried to get revenge, he only had one obstacle, Tim was small and therefore nothing he could steal of Tim’s he could wear

but there was one saving grace, it wasn’t just Kons clothes Tim stole, he found an extra large hoodie amongst Tim’s things that was probably originally Jason’s that Tim had claimed long ago

it wasn’t until he got home that Kon realized he’d just stolen back and hoodie he’d lost months ago

said hoodie was restolen not three weeks later

• you know the whole ‘least homoerotic way to carry your non super-powered teammate’ thing? Yeah the justice league may do that but Tim and Kon are member's of young justice, they do not care

Tim once got injured and had to be bridal carried, since then if it’s ever going to be a long flight Tim just gets comfy, there’s no use hanging on for dear life when you have the option to be protected and cozy

•* they hate fancy dates, why go to a five star restaurant where the foods going to be tiny and the waiter is going to be judgy when you could go to the bowling alley and get questionable pizza?

•* speaking of dates Bart often third wheels, Cassie sometimes forth wheels and if Cassie is there that turns into a double date with Cissie, but if it’s a double date Bart doesn’t want to be on his own so he invites Greta and Greta invites Anita and-

their dates usually just end in a young justice get together

• if Kon gets a slice of cake he only eats the icing, Tim hates the icing, it usually ends in Tim getting two slices of cake and Kon getting two servings of icing (they share, everyone hates it)

• Tim can be very touch averse sometimes, Kon is often very touch starved, if those occasions line up in a bad way and no one else is around it can get complicated

• Kon often reminds Tim how he dated his sister, you can probably imagine how Tim takes this (Steph finds it very funny)

•[from Superboy #60] Kon once tried on Tim’s cape, it started out funny but then he just got reminded of that time he met his other self from a dimension who lost his Tim and worked alongside Batman in his grief

It wasn’t so funny anymore

•Tim loves taking pictures, Kon loves staring in said pictures despite the fact Tim is always taking photos of the landscape (Kon finds a way) Tim doesn’t appreciate this but he doesn’t delete them either

[tenthgrove]

feel free to pick la squadra or the bucci gang for this one: you celebrating a member's bday! can be either a party or just surprising them with a present or cake. how would they react?

Birthdays at House Buccerati

Team Buccerati x Reader (GN), Platonic/Romantic (Interpretable), SFW

Bruno Buccerati- When he comes downstairs to find you've decorated the house for him, his face lights up with a warm smile. It's so very sweet of you to have taken the time to set this up for him, and he is very quick to let you know that. If there's a cake, he treats it like the best thing he's ever tasted regardless of how good a baker you are. Throughout the whole day, he makes reference to your kindness in making this happen at every little treat you have planned for him. By the end, Abbacchio is quite tired of hearing it.

Giorno Giovanna- As a child, Giorno was never really able to celebrate his birthday much as his parents never saw it as worthy of their time. Nonetheless, he has always been intrigued by the festivities that go on in other households when someone has a birthday, so when he gets wind you're planning to make his special, Giorno is absolutely delighted. You notice his demeanour appears to lighten up considerably throughout the day, becoming almost child-like. You're reminded that Giorno isn't always the unreadable mystery he seems.

Leone Abbacchio- Who needs birthdays anyway? They're just another pointless way to mark the ceaseless passage of time in his opinion. When you blow a party popper in his face the moment he leaves his bedroom on the morning of his birthday, he is not impressed. He does his best to keep scowling through the whole day, but eventually he has to admit there are some things about your plans that are quite fun. The cake is certainly nice, and he liked the part where you sent the kids out to buy more last minute snacks. Giving him some peace and quiet is the best present he could ask for.

Guido Mista- It doesn't matter how old Mista gets, he will always want his birthday parties to look like they belong to an 8 year old. Come on! Let's play games in the garden! Go invite some actual kids to come along and pad out the guest list! Make Abbacchio want to commit murder! Really, Mista probably would have still had an amazing party even if you hadn't made your own plans in advance, but he really appreciates the effort. Just don't expect to have much cake. It only takes one turned back for the Sex Pistols to dive in and eat the whole thing.

Narancia Ghirga- Similarly to Giorno, Narancia has always wanted a birthday party, but hasn't had one since his mum was alive. It's actually a bit of a sad point there because the parties remind him of how his mother used to love him, but no matter. He'll make sure to still enjoy himself. Like Mista, Narancia just wants to run around and be childish. It's not often he gets to just go feral these days, what with all his work in Passione. He's quick to pounce on the cake, but makes a point of leaving a couple slices for you.

Pannacotta Fugo- Leading up to the day itself Fugo just kind of avoids the topic. He acts like his birthday is just another day, nothing to be dreaded or hyped for. Having none of this, you arrange the party anyway, and for a rare moment in his life, Fugo can't help but show his joy. It means a lot to him that his team cares enough to make special time for him, and you even get a rare thank you when you give him your presents. Perhaps you should arrange parties for Fugo more often, if this is how he'll act.

Trish Una- Trish's birthday is her favourite day of the year, without fail. What better time to sit back and relax while her friends present their wonderful gifts? She gives hints about what she wants for months in advance, so you don't have to worry about getting the wrong thing. As for the cake, you get a couple, to make sure there'll be something Trish can adore (and so the others get their fair share). Seeing all her favourite colours and brands included in the decorations, foods and presents assures Trish that you really do listen to her, which leaves her very chuffed.