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One Piece Shipping War - Bonus Poll
Not a single Luffy ship got past the second round, so we still gotta decide which one was the most popular of the 2 that made it to round 2.
LuSan art by @supernaturallyginger. Check out the original post here!
CobyLu art by @aroacejay. Please check out the original post here!
Propaganda under the cut.
Propaganda for Sanji x Luffy:
I don't think anyone is gonna bother denying the fact that WCI is literally just the plot of an otome isekai shoujo manga/manhwa. MC (main character) is treated like trash by family except for the 1 dead mom and 1 nice sympathetic supporter that can't do much of anything to help. MC escapes only to find themselves in an even worse situation somewhat of their own making, only to be swept off their feet by the ML (male lead) and saved, full damsel in distress style. Dramatic love confessions, crying in the rain, betrayal from an arranged marriage, it has it all.
Dude Luffy loves Sanji so so much like WCI is the best example and like you don't even really need to see the love as romantic if that bugs you but dudes. The first words out of the Luffys Shadow Possessed Oars was yelling for Sanji. He just loves Sanji so much and Sanji loves him too
The WCI arc in itself is mega SanLu propaganda. Luffy invaded an emperorâs territory, completely crashed a wedding, went up against Sanjiâs evil science family, and got nearly beat to death by Sanji himself all in order to get Sanji back. Sanji offered his life to Kuma at thriller bark so Kuma wouldnât kill Luffy. He pushed himself for 2 years all in order to get stronger FOR Luffy. Sanji feels sorry when he isnât useful, the whole reason why he used the raid suit those few times was because he was thinking about getting stronger for Luffy, but realized that he didnât want to become an emotionless monster like his family. Sanji broke down in tears at WCI when he tried to get Luffy to go away by fighting him. And then broke down in tears again when he ran back to Luffy and told him he wanted to go back home to the Sunny. No matter what Sanji cooks, Luffy always likes it and is proud to have him in his crew. Sanji is also one of Luffyâs âwingsâ, as stated by Robin! Theyâre both just so sweet and clearly care very deeply about each other.
Luffy saving Sanji on whole cake island got to me
[Insert everything that happens between them during WCI] how could I see luffy yelling about how he won't eat anything and will starve- LUFFY OF ALL PEOPLE- unless Sanji comes back and not ship them at LEAST a little. "Without you I can't become the pirate king" absolutely devastating cinema. Then Sanji laying out everything, in tears, and Luffy accepting it all and just saying, "well that's who you are" poetic. Final wci thing: luffy hearing judges bs about sanji and going "whyd he start listing all your good point" true love. This seems one sided but Sanji is also just as bad. "Which version of me do you prefer" anyone? They care SO MUCH about each other. Also Luffy loves to eat, Sanji loves to feed people, they're meant to be.
*gestures at the entirety of WCI* I mean thatâs Love, they are Ride or Die, Luffy cannot become the pirate king without Sanji, whether that means physically because he needs Sanjiâs support or just because being the pirate king means Luffy has everything he wants and what he wants is Sanji or both. And Sanji loves him just as much back! Heâs his sun heâs his worldâŠLuffy jump and Sanjiâs too busy skywalking to bother asking how high. I just love them sm
Oda himself wrote the propaganda for this, Whole Cake Island just cemented lusan as canon. "I can't become Pirate King without you!" <- that's love baby
Propaganda for Luffy x Coby:
The first characters in the series who ever met and the first characters we as an audience met. Luffy is the whole reason why Koby is the character he is now and was the first to experience the âLuffy Effectâ. Luffy is happy whenever he hears about Kobyâs accomplishments and fully believes in his dreams even when Koby is a marine. Koby holds a very obvious bias towards Luffy (even if he is a pirate) and is the reason he learned to keep an open mind about pirates and the navy and what the meaning of Justice is. Kobyâs admiration and flustered nature towards Luffy can definitely be interpreted as a crush. Koby is very ride or die for Luffy even in the face of people drastically more powerful than him (Akainu).
Coby is beyond gay for Luffy and he was the first person Luffy traveled with.
they are cute
Coby literally gets heart eyes and can't stop himself from piping up every time Luffy comes up in conversation that boy is SMITTEN. I don't know if Luffy understands but he knows Koby is one of his and that's good enough for me.
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Take Care
Sanji woke up with excruciating pain, everywhere. The sun blared down at him and he grimaced. Rolling onto his side he cracked his eyes open, trying to get his barrings.
He tried to remember the last thing that had happened before he blacked out. He looked up and saw the rest of his crew lying down, passed out. Everyone exceptâ âZoro.â
Sanji shot up and ignored the pain screaming at him. He scanned the battle field full of rubble and bodies. With no luck finding the ball of moss he started running. He needed to find him, that bastard couldnât have died.
The pressure in his lungs stung as he ran, but he ignored it. Jumping over fallen rocks. his legs shook. He kept running until he saw Zoroâs peculiar green hair.
He paused and stared at him. His arms were crossed, body standing tall, clothes torn and ripped, blood all around him.
Sanji gasped quietly and approached him. Kuma didnât seem to be anywhere in sight, âWhat happened?â
Zoro didnât move, he just kept standing firm and tall, âNothing happened.â
Sanji was about to respond with an angry retort but before he could he saw it. The break in Zoroâs demeanor. The slight tremble of his legs.
He quickly ran over to him and caught his bloody body before it hit the ground. Zoroâs face looked pained, even more than after his fight with Mihawk.
âYou dumb idiot.â Sanji whispered before scooping him up in his arms bridal style.
He walked over to his other crew mates. They seemed to be coming to. They sat up grimacing in the light just as Sanji did before. All were rubbing their bodies, trying to soothe the aches that were there.
Except for Luffy, he was jumping up and down yelling about how he didnât have any pain. Sanjiâs eyes narrowed as he thought about how much pain Zoro must be in and how their idiot captain is shoving his painlessness in their faces.
Sanji held Zoro closer to his body so he could here the small breaths Zoro was taking. He trekked towards the castle. One of the rooms seemed to still be intact and Sanji thought it would be a good place for Zoro to rest and get treatment. Sunny was too far away and Zoro needed care now.
âChopper!â Sanji yelled as he passed the little reindeer who was already starting to patch up Usopp.
Chopper looked up and wailed, âSanji! Is Zoro okay? Is he alive?! What happened!â
âI donât know, but he is breathing. Please take him inside and treat him.â
Chopper switched to his human form and grabbed Zoro from Sanji, âRight! Can you go to Sunny and get extra supplies for me? I have enough to treat Zoro but not enough for this battlefield.â
Sanji nodded and Chopper ran off inside the building with Zoro in his arms. He sighed and lit a cigarette, the sweet smoke filling his lungs. He went over to his crew first, making sure his ladies were okay. Robin was helping Nami stand up. They seemed to have minor injuries.
âAre you ladies alright? Need anything from Sunny?â Sanji asked them sweetly.
Nami and Robin turned to him, eyes widening at his injured state. âSanji-kunâŠyou need to see Chopper.â
Sanji smiled, âI appreciate your worry mademoiselle, but I can assure you that Chopper has some great priorities right now. And you two must be treated before me. I am actually on a mission from our dear doctor getting more supplies.â
Nami and Robin turned to each other before looking back towards Sanji, âMaybe some clothes would be nice, cook-san.â
âAs you wish, my loves!â Sanji bowed before making his way to the Sunny.
. . .
Everyone was treated and the post battle glory emanated throughout the room. Brook riled up the crowd as he shared Binkâs Sake with everyone.
Sanji smiled and looked back to the meal he was making. Most everything had already gone out to everyone but he had one last one to make. With some seafood Sanji finished the plate and brought it over to the one he made it for.
Zoro was lying on a makeshift bed at the back of the room. He was covered in bandages like a mummy. Sanji placed the plate on the table next to Zoro before kneeling down next to his bed.
âMarimo,â He whispered.
Zoro stirred a bit but didnât open his eyes.
Sanji looked behind him to make sure no one was watching them. He gently ran a hand through Zoroâs hair, trying to coarse him to wake, âMarimooo.â
Zoroâs face contorted and he cracked his left eye open slightly. He blinked his eyes before looking up at Sanji, âCook?â
âHow are you feeling?â Sanji asked as he pulled up a chair next to him.
Zoro grumbled and tried to sit up, hissing in pain. Sanji grabbed his arm softly and helped him. Zoro looked at Sanji angrily but didnât pull away.
Now upright against the pillows, Zoro looked down at himself, âShit.â
âYeah you got your ass beat, hard.â Sanji smirked.
âShove it, shit cook! It was so I could save your lousy ass!â Zoro growled at him.
Sanji rolled his eyes, âAnd look where that got you. Now, shut up and eat the onigiri I made you.â
Zoro looked at the plate Sanji grabbed and sighed. Sanji picked up one of the onigiriâs and brought it to Zoroâs mouth. However, Zoro grimaced and turned away.
âThatâs humiliating.â He said.
Sanjiâs brow furrowed in anger as he slammed the plate back onto the side table, âYou know what you selfish bastard?! You can suffer here by your-fucking-self. Iâm trying to help you and all you want to do is continue being a fucking jerk!â
Sanji turned away and was about to break for the other side of the room before something caught his arm.
Weakly he heard, âWait, pleaseâŠâ
Sanji paused and turned. Zoroâs weakly gripped his sleeve with his face down in defeat.
Zoro looked up to him with pleading eyes, âPlease help me.â
Sanji sighed and closed his eyes. He sat back down in the chair and picked up an onigiri once more bringing it to Zoroâs mouth.
Zoro blushed before opening his mouth and eating it, âItâs really good.â
Sanji smiled and kept feeding him, âIâm glad.â
The background noise seemed to drown out to them as they shared this intimate moment. When Zoro finished all the onigiri he yawned.
âGet some rest, mosshead.â
Zoro paused, ââŠwill youâŠwill you stay here with me?â
Sanjiâs eyes widened as he let the request sink in. Zoro flushed, âI-I meanâsorry that was a stupid. Never mind me.â
Cracking a smile, Sanji grabbed Zoroâs bandaged hand and held it gingerly in his, âOf course Iâll stay.â
Zoro smiled and squeezed Sanjiâs hand weakly. He did his best to create room on the bed. As Sanji saw what he was doing he blushed, âOh, in there?â
Zoro nodded. Sanji smiled and let go of his his hand to get in next to him. It was cramped but warm. Zoro lay on his back as Sanji lay on his side wrapping his arms and legs around Zoro.
Sanjiâs head rested on Zoroâs shoulder. Zoro smiled as he felt Sanjiâs blonde hair ticked his chin.
âGet some rest,â Sanji mumbled.
Zoro maneuvered his face into Sanjiâs hair and grunted. Sanji smiled and sleep came over him. Soon enough both of their bodies relaxed and they were peacefully asleep.
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My perfect family (morden au)
tonowari x reader x ronal
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Marrying your childhood best friends was seen as fantasy or dream, by many or even become true to for many others. Now you were living that life as you had married your childhood best friends, and after many years of dating and being friends. Now you were living another stage of your life with them being a wife and mother. You are enjoying the family you had made with your mates, and you wouldn't change it for the world.
y/n " ....." you had soon started getting out of bed when you felt someone grabbed your was it making you laugh. You had looked down to see it was tonowari arm warped around your waist.
y/n " wari you need to let me go"
tonowari " no"
y/n " yes you do I need to get ready and help the family get ready, we can cuddle later and you have ronal here"
tonowari " but it nor the same without you" you had kissed tonowari on his forehead he smiled a bit in his sleep, and soon let you go as you went to wake the kids.
y/n " aonung sweetie it time to get up" you had knocked on your eldest son bedroom door, and waiting for an answer before you knock again.
aonung " yes mama" you soon walked away and went to your other kids room to wake them up for a brand new day.
y/n " rotxo honey it time to wake up for a brand new day" like for his older brother you knocked and wait for a response from, your kids before you do anything else.
rotxo " yes mama" now there was tsireay left you went to her bedroom to wake her up for a the day.
y/n " tsireya my love it time to wake up and see what the day will bring"
tsireya " yes mama" you soon smiled knowing all your kids are awake you soon made your way downstairs, and started making breakfast which was fired or sunny side up eggs with some with some bacon, by the time all the food was on the plate the kids had came downstairs.
aonung " yes mom amazing eggs"
tisreya " yeah mines are always my favorites sunny side up"
y/n " I know what you kids love for you eggs"
rotxo " I love both styles" you smile as the kids has sat down and started eating their breakfast.
tonowari " i smelled something wonderful cooking"
y/n " here are you sunny side up eggs two of them how you like them extra fried"
tonowari " this is why I love you" tonowari had taken his plate and son started eating not before, kissing your forehead.
ronal " oh yes I can use a good breakfast before heading to work"
y/n " here you go my love scrambled eggs now you like them"
ronal " we are to good to have you as wife" you had joined your family for breakfast as everyone ate.
tonowari " well I have to get going kids if you need a ride I going pass the School today, so can either come now or walk"
aonung " we are coming day bye mom thank you for breakfast"
y/n " anytime my loves" the kids had placed their dirty dishes into the sink and kissed you goodbye.
tonowari " goodbye my love I will see you later tonight"
y/n " good bye" tonowari soon kissed you before he left as well now there was ronal.
ronal " well I have to get going there are patients waiting for me, thank you for breakfast sweetie"
y/n " anytime honey have a goodbye everyone" ronal had kissed your goodbye before she left as well, this was your prefect family. Even through some days were normal there were other days when everything was chaos.
later that day
tsireya " hey mama"
y/n " yes sweetie"
tsireya " I was wondering if you could teach me on how to make your amazing chocolate chip cookies"
y/n " oh sure honey may I ask why"
tsireya " well there is friend I have that been down lately and I was hoping, cookies or sweeties will make him feel better"
y/n " is this someone the youngest sully boy named lo'ak"
tsireya " maybe ... yes it him so can you help me mama I really like him"
y/n " sure honey I can help you I remember when I was your age, and making sweets for you mom and baba"
tsireya " did it work"
y/n " yes that one the reason they married me I think" you and tsireya soon laughed that your words.
aonung " hey can we join this cooking class as well"
rotxo " yeah we seem to have friends like tsireya as well"
y/n " sure my kids I will teach you all" the kids smiled as you helped them learn.
y/n " well it seems like this night is going to be fun, now come on help me get everything we need" the kids had nodded their heads and soon started helping you, once everything was ready you soon started your cooking lesson with them. The kids had talent for cooking even due they were some mistakes, they were still good at cooking this made you smile as well.
tonowari " hey what smells so good" tonowari and ronal had soon arrived back at home after a long day at work. when they had been overcomer by this wonderful smell that was also sweet.
ronal " yes what are you all doing"
tsireya " mama giving us baking lessons"
ronal " oh so what are you four baking"
y/n " cooking for the kids friends"
tonowari " oh the sully kids"
aonung " how did you know"
tonowari " good guess I think and is spider added to this equation rotxo"
rotxo " yes he my friend as well baba"
ronal " aww our kids have crushes"
tonowari " wow so this day have finally come out kids falling in love"
y/n " so are you two going to stand there watching or help" ronal and tonowari had smiled at their wife and kids, they went upstairs to change their clothes and soon got ready to join their wife and kids while cooking. These were moments that you love so much watching your partners and kids have a good bonding time, even it got a little messing when it came to come of the cooking batter but it was all okay because this made your family perfect to you.
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Prison of Stone and Flesh
Chapter Ten
This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.
Dividers by @samspenandsword
Pairings: Chris x transfem!Vinny, Justin x transmasc!Ricky, Chris x Justin x Ryan, Chris x transmasc!Ricky, Ryan x ONBC, Ryan x transfem!Vinny, Ryan x transmasc!Ricky, Justin x transfem!Vinny
Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, (To be added to)
Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.
Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.
Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?
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Chapter Ten
Vinny smiled, seeing Justin slipping from Ricky's room. âWant some eggs before you leave? I'm making my breakfast.â She offered to him, brushing her hair back with an easy-going grin. âHow do you like your eggs? Scrambled? Sunny side up? Fried?â
Justin hasnât realised that she was already up, oh, at least he was already dressed, so much for just slipping out the door. How he liked his eggs, right, right, sure, he knew there were different ways to cook eggs, of course he knew that.. But when, you didnât really have the luxury of living in a home, or apartment, making food like that.. Doing things like cooking eggs⊠right⊠never happened. âAh, any way I can get them. Beggars canât be choosers, so they say.â
Vinny laughed, âI'll make a couple of styles, and you tell me which one you like most.â She explained, moving gracefully to prep her skillet, mixing up some eggs humming softly. âHave fun last night? He can be an interesting experience. Most people don't expect him to be dominant.â She explained, her skirt sweeping against her knees.
She set a sweet coffee in front of him, smiling softly. âI added extra caramel.â She whispered, moving back to the stove.
His eyes went a little wide hearing that about the eggs, âOh, oh, you donât have to do that.â Not that he wouldnât eat all of them, he most surely would. Justin could probably eat both occupants of this apartment under the table all on his own, not counting Christopher and Ryan. Never mind, they lived on whatever they could find, for, well, as long as he could remember. They made do, it was what they were used to. It wasnât a problem, they did fine. When the Church functioned, it was much easier, there was always food in the kitchen, and they never questioned when there was some going missing, during the night, never made sure never to take more than they needed though. They were not greedy.
Oh, well, âYea, most people donât expect me to be submissive either.â As big, and as imposing, as he could be. He was as big as Christopher, they expected him to be a lot like him, and he just.. Wasnât. Christopher was one of the gargoyles originally created by the angels, Justin was one of the later generations, born, and raised. Sometimes he thought it hurt Christopher more how the angels had treated them, because he remembered how theyâd always dismissed them in the start, only for it to get worse with time. Sipping at his coffee, smiling at the extra caramel, thankful for that, but he swallowed thinking about Ricky being dominant. âIs.. is he always dominant?â he hadnât minded Ryan last night, and Justin knew Ryan, he, he did not switch, not⊠anymore.
Vinny smiled softly, âRick is⊠usually dominant. But he does switch when he finds the right people. People he can trust. He trusts you quite a bit, he fell asleep with you.â she explained, putting some scrambled eggs in a bowl with cheese and offered it to him, before starting on a fried egg. âBy the way⊠I get way too many eggs at any time. I donât want them going bad. If you guys ever want some, Iâll put some in the kitchen in the Rectory. I was going to go grocery shopping for you guys in a few days. You should make a list of what you guys like, and Iâll get it for you.â she added.
Her heels clicked lightly as she moved around, eating some eggs herself. âIf you wanna learn how to cook anything, just let me know. I love teaching people how to cook.â she admitted, smiling as she started working on more styles of eggs, âWill you take some to Ryan? I donât know if he got enough to eat earlier.â
Justin was still as he heard that. Of course Ricky would trust Ryan, everyone trusted Ryan, it was practically ingrained into who he was. It was his virtue, after all. Sure, when it came to virtues, only Christopher was created with his virtue actually in mind, but they all symbolized them for a reason. Trusting him like this was nothing, he knew nothing of who Justin really was, he hadnât worn even one weapon, no daggers, no swords, no nothing.. What did Ricky have not to trust. Ryan, however, he was going to switch for, he was.. He was.. Justin didnât want to think about that smirk that Ryan when heâd said goodnight to Ricky, and, see you tomorrow.Â
âWonât you use them for the cafĂ©, though? I mean, baking?â Justin asked slowly⊠âI mean, we, none of us, well, none of us really know how to cook or make anything. Weâve never really had time to learn.â Sure, the rectory did have the tiniest little kitchenette, renovated now, yet, did any of them have the time, with patrols, no⊠let alone the ability!
âWell, I could⊠but I also buy too many to use in a month so⊠Iâll stock your fridge⊠and you will learn to cook with me some nights. Okay? I think it'd be good for you.â She said firmly, setting a plate of fried eggs and an omelet. âGo ahead. Eat.â
She was a busy little morning bug. Moving around and flitting about, filling the church with amazing smells. Her hair was tied back in a bun as she grinned offering a few dozen hard-boiled eggs, peeling them for her customers and a few for Ryan, Justin, and Chris.Â
Learn to cook, Justin just, he almost couldnât believe the idea. Heâd have to find a way to fit it around patrols, and Vinny working with Ricky in the bar. âI mean, if, if itâs not too much, I know youâre so busy, with the cafĂ©, and the bar.. But I, I might like that.â Smiling slightly, finally looking down to the bowl with the scrambled eggs and cheese, trying a mouthful.. They were fresh and so⊠Oh, they were so good. These had to be his favorite⊠Right?Â
Glancing over at the different types of other eggs that Vinny had put out to try. He knew they werenât all for her, he knew, of course, he could more than eat all of them. Christopher always made sure they never took more than they needed. He picked up one of the hard-boiled ones next to take a bite, chewing, it, it was alright, but, he liked the other one better, the cheesy mushy one so far. Then there were the fried ones.. Oh they were good too.. This.. âThis is hard to choose. How are you supposed to know which one is your favorite?â
Vinny chuckled, âsometimes it depends on the day. My favorite is an omelet with spinach and onions, mushrooms⊠and hollandaise sauce.â She explained warmly, âI just can't make hollandaise for shitâŠâ she admitted with a laugh, before bringing over sunny side up along with bacon and tofu bacon for Chris.Â
She sipped her own coffee. âeggs are cheap and not too hard to make. We can start there whenever you want.â She assured him, âeat as much as you want. I have quite a bit packed up already for Chris and Ryan. You just had fun with Rick⊠anyone needs food after keeping up with him.âÂ
She smirked softly, looking into her coffee. âBut he makes sure everyone leaves his bed satisfied.â She admitted. âIt's like he knows what people need.â
Looking to the last that sheâd made for him this morning, what he assumed was an omelet. He wasnât sure if it had the spinach and onions and mushrooms in it, but he had a feeling it was an omelet. Taking a bite, he smiled, he could see what she liked about it, the different flavours along with the ends, oh that was nice. But if it came to eggs, as eggs⊠scrambled had to be his go to so far, definitely.Â
Drinking some more of his coffee now, smirking a little behind his cup at the quip about keeping up with Ricky. âOh, it's not that hard, if he let me, Iâm sure I could try to put him through his paces.â Sighing, though, he had a feeling Ryan or even Christopher would probably be better at that again. They both had so much more experience, at well, everything, than him anyway.
She laughed, âGood! Boy is a never ending supply of energy I swearâŠâ she laughed, letting him eat what stood out to him as she cleared her own plate. âDon't forget to write a list of foods you like, Ryan likes, and I think I know what Chris likes.â she said warmly putting the plate in the dishwasher before cleaning up and packing up the warm meals.
âTake Ryan's when you leave, I'll give Chris his.â She promised, moving over to peck Justin's head gently, clear affection. The same she gave Ricky. âWhatever you don't eat, just shove it into the package with Ryan's food.âÂ
âHonestly, we will eat anything, Christopher though, he, his preferences have always been personal, but youâve got them pretty good so far.â Justin quickly eating more, yeah, there was no way Ryan was going to get any more of his, even what he didnât like as much as the scrambled and the omelet, he was still scarfing down of his portions.. Because, he was hungry, and heâd never been given this much food. It was amazing.Â
Part of him wondered if he should ask if itâll keep until tonight, but then remembered that they had a kitchen. If Ryan didnât have time to eat it fresh this morning, he could eat it up tonight, right? Still, âMaybe I should go take him his soon, give him time to eat before we head out to work⊠Christopher will probably be heading to find you soon as well.â
She blushed softly looking at her hands that held the package, âyeah. I really just⊠hope he likes it. I'm happy you liked breakfast.â She explained warmly, âhe's going to help me with flowers.â She explained before smiling at him. âI'll see you later.â She said gently, before she slipped out into the main of the church looking for Chris as she went down the stairs, almost tripping in her excitement.Â
Christopher had already heard Vinny and Justin talking in the resident apartment, while he hadnât pleased that Justin had gotten involved so intimately with Ricky there was nothing he could do about it. They werenât supposed to act on their attractions to mortals, even if he long accepted that they had them, even he did, something he knew. Then there was the flip side, that note, that message when heâd returned to the rectory earlier.Â
They were sending a new handler, that meant another new angel. After Jerahmiel, he didnât know what to expect. Heâd hoped for help, mentally asked for it. He regretted that now. A new angel handler meant that involving themselves so closely with the mortals was going to bring them trouble, even friendships would get them punished. Jerahmiel had always been a hard task master. Christopher kept Ryan and Justin to the edicts, sure, however, he didnât punish them the way the angel had for even the most minor infractions, and never would. After all of that, how could this next one be any different?
This was why Christopher had decided that until their new handler had arrived, if Justin and Ryan wanted to involve themselves with the mortals, who was he to stand in their way? As he walked downstairs, he thought about Vinny in that matter, what about her, would she, no, no he shouldnât⊠He shouldnât. Then he saw her and he just couldnât help but smile.
Vinny trotted over and set the large Tupperware down and looked up at him with soft eyes. âHey⊠are you ready?â She asked, pulling in a delivery of roses from outside, offering them to Chris, observing him with a small smile.
The roses were beautiful as Christopher accepted them from her, breathing in their scent, âTheyâre perfect, Iâm sure sheâll love them.â Smiling as he looked over to the pedestal that was marked with Authenticity, and sighed softly. Carrying them over, he moved behind the bar, and took the flowers that were there, and replaced them with the roses fresh on the pedestal that Chenza had once perched on. He murmured a morning blessing in enochian as his fingers brushed over the virtue plaque.Â
She smiled sadly, taking the old flowers to place in other empty vases, already filling with dried flowers. She gave him time at the platform to mourn, she didn't fully understand. But that was okay. She didn't need to, to know that Chris was starting to feel more secure grieving. She walked back to him and gently rubbed his arm softly. âYou okay?â She asked, green eyes peering up at him with a soft smile. "Have you eaten yet? I made eggs⊠and tofu bacon.â She said softly.
Christopher glanced back towards Vinny, seeing how she had placed the flowers heâd moved from Chenzaâs platform, and spread them into other vases on the platforms of other fallen members of his unit. Taking in a deep breath, he couldnât explain that to Vinny though, just talking about how the virtue reminded him of his love was so close, but making up more excuses would be crossing a line he was sure.Â
âI am,â sighing softly, as he looked at her, those gorgeous eyes so beautiful, and so, he tried not to compare them to Chenza but every time he looked into her eyes⊠âI will be okay.â Blinking at the question of eating, Oh, yesterday heâd had the cookies, the thought of eggs, and.. âTofu bacon? Iâve never tried it.â
She laughed and moved to the counter, grabbing him a fork, walking back to him with the container. âIt's like bacon but vegan. Like the fried tofu.â She explained as she pulled off the lid and handed the warm plastic container to him. âWhile you eat, do you want to learn how I make your coffee?â She questioned fondly.
As she handed the container to him, immediately Christopher knew that the eggs were real and not a vegan substitute, glancing towards her, wondering how, how did she do that. How did she know, know what he could seem to handle tolerating with eating them and not.. Not that he touched animal products most days, but eggs were not quite as much of an issue for him.. They were something, as long as they werenât fertilized, was something that needed to be passed, and needed to be consumed, or would be wasted. It benefited the chickens.. Provided they were treated humanely.
Still, he took a bite, and that was all it took, a low groan.. It was so good. Just like that, he realized how hungry he was, and he was eating, possibly, a little bit too fast, actually. He was hungry, and it felt good to have a full belly for once.
She smiled and moved to make his coffee, adding some vanilla soy milk and oat milk with the coffee with sugar and coconut whip, pushing it to him. âI'm going to teach Justin to make eggs so you guys can have those regularly, and I'm going to get you premade vegan meals as well. I was also considering protein shakes?â She offered, âthey have some great vegan ones.â
Okay, he ate that too fast. His tongue might be a little bit scalded from the eggs still being hot and fresh, heâd never had anything so freshly cooked, save for those wonderful cookies. âJustin, cooking? Are you trying to poison us?â Not that that would work, his small smile on his face told her he was joking. Considering some of the things theyâd eaten over the years, theyâd survive even the worst dish that Justin tried to make, he was sure. âBabygirl, we do eat, you donât have to keep feeding us, though I am delighted that you think of me.â Oh, oh, he was.
He knew she thought they were homeless, but he just wanted to assure her that they did their best to look after themselves, even if they were living in a previously abandoned Church. Obviously just thankful that they hadnât kicked them out after they realized they were still here.
Vinny shook her head. âYou guys don't look like you eat enough. Like you live off bread which isn't healthy. You need rounded out meals⊠I'm just helping with that. I'm sure you can agree you all have felt better with a balanced diet.â she pointed out firmly with a knowing smile, âyou all seem to be much more active.â
Eat enough? Christopher was confused, well, admittedly in the years since the Church had been abandoned, and the kitchen had been shut down here, it had gotten harder for them to get food as regularly. They still got quite a bit of food, found it as they could. Swallowing, âVinny, this isnât your⊠responsibility.â That feeling was painful, because, no, no, it was his. Glancing in a direction up towards where he knew the rectory was, everything that had happened, he had to do better didnât he? Heâd been trying, he couldnât have this damn handler come in and⊠prove he was as pathetic as he felt right then. He couldnât even feed his unit properly. They fought, day and night, for nothing, what did they expect from them? Miracles? That wasnât their department. He would find something, he would have to. As it was, telling her they seemed more active because they actually let them see them now, seemed pointless, he did feel better after eating, and her coffee, was as always, divine.
She sighed softly, âI know it's not. But just because itâs not my responsibility, it is my responsibility as a kind person to help when I can.â Her voice was crisp and matter-of-factly, no room for argument. âIf I didnât help, I wouldnât be me.âÂ
âYou have enough on your plate. Let me handle food. Itâs something that helps, why not? Then you can eat whenever in a more balanced way,â she reasoned sweetly, âPlusâŠyou probably donât know how the modern oven and stove work.â she added, âSo⊠let me take the one worry you have that you canât handle, to me.â she assured reaching up to pet his cheek. âYou donât have to do everything if you let people help you.â she assured, petting his cheek. âOkay?â she whispered.
âPlus this way if someone wants popcorn⊠I know at least one person has a chance of not burning it.â she teased with a smile.
No. No, no, no. Christopher couldnât tell her how horrified he felt at that moment. He couldnât even admit it to himself really because there was something inside of him that he was running from, in the worst way. Vinny was the most beautiful being, and deserved the world, the utter world. But then, at that moment, when she started almost what he felt like, gently berating him for his insisting she didnât need to do this, all he could think of was⊠No, no this was not okayâŠ
Chenza.
Christopher was horrified at himself.Â
Swallowed, all he wanted was the best for her, and he wanted, he would give her everything if he could, but how could he if he, if he was so lost⊠If he was so lost in her. Breathing in so deep, âVinny, I- You barely know me, you barely know us.. You donât know us at all.. Why.. why do this for us at all?â
She took a deep breath, âBecause, Chris, treat others how you would like to be treated. And plus, karma. What you put into the world⊠comes back to you.â Her lips quirked gently, âI just want people to help each other when it's something so easily solved with compassion and understanding. Okay?â
Vinny just kept making it worse for him didnât she, twisting him up a little more every time she gently chastised him for not understanding why she was being so kind. Why, why did she have to be so much like her. He hated this feeling, this inability to separate them. Please, he needed something, anything, give him something different in her.. Absolutely anything.. It was killing him to look at her, to hear her, to have her even scold him like Chenza did. No one talked to him like this anymore. No one told him off quite like she did, no one dared. He knew she was right, but it hurt all the more that he couldnât separate Chenza from Vinny, and it wasnât fair to Vinny..
Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, âBabyGirl- I- Vinny-â Stopping himself, stop it stop it stop it, his lips pressing together trying to figure out what he was even trying to say right then. How could he tell her he didnât believe in karma.. How could he.. He lived with the knowledge his mate and her unborn children were murdered, because of him.. That Ryan, who had been abused and tortured by someone that was supposed to support them.. Christopher, he, he didnât deserve any of her kindness because he could only lie to her about any of his life.Â
He was a coward, and he was tired.. âOkay.â It was his responsibility to take care of his unit, and he was failing. Maybe, letting her do it in his stead, was all he had left. Jerahmiel was right, he was a waste of his race, the last of the original creations. He was worthless, he was nothing.
She kissed his forehead softly, âChris. All Iâm doing is teaching a skill and providing space for the skill to grow.â she whispered with a soft smile. âDonât overthink it darling.â she insisted petting his cheek, âDo you mind flipping the sign to open and unlock the door for me? Iâd appreciate it.
When Vinny leaned up to him, Christopherâs head dipped on instinct without thinking, so her lips came in contact with his skin. He swallowed, feeling an instant wave of guilt that he kept accepting these little touches of intimacy when he was so cruel to compare her so blatantly to another⊠Sighing, all she was doing, that wasnât all she was doing and there was no way she didnât know that. She was giving them so much more than skill, and space, she was providing them with all the means to thrive with it. Something Christopher could not manage without stripping away his honor and throwing away the duties that he clung to and fought to follow every night.
Walking to the door with direction, the heavy wooden Church door. Most wouldnât assume it for a cafĂ©, but opened up now to a secondary set that was more welcoming and open for people to just push and come in. He opened the heavy doors, and set them open and in place after unlocking the doors that people could push open easily, and flicked the open sign, ready for customers to enter as they wished. Christopher looked out to the street, the darkness still blanketed the world, the dawn however would be approaching soon, and he had to head up to the rectory. Sighing, as he came back to Vinny, âI have to go, Iâm sorry.â
She looked up and smiled at him, âGo ahead and take those coffees with you for Justin and Ryan.â She urged. âI gave Ryan espresso this time.â She commented, âin dried raspberry coffee.â
Christopher raised an eyebrow at the mention of the raspberry coffee, however it was for Ryan, and Vinny made enough coffee for him with fruit involved. Always delightful, every time, he could never complain about it either. Nodding slightly as he accepted the coffees, âThank you, Vinny.â He swallowed, it was bad when he had to remind himself at times, which name to use, when he had only just been thinking the right one a moment before. Looking into her eyes, he sighed.. She deserved better, and yet, everything he felt when he was around her.. Sighing, that was why she deserved better. Still, he couldnât bring him to stay away right now, could he? âIâll see you tonight.â
âPromise? I'll dress up for you and we can dance if you want.â She offered, âI have a dress in mind just for you actuallyâŠâ she teased warmly, âtake it easyâŠokay?â She requested before he was out of earshot.
Vinny watched him as he ascended the stairs up into the Church, loving the look of him as he moved⊠He had a powerful, reserved nature about him, and he seemed like he needed more help than he got. All she wanted was to see him smile and relax around her⊠maybe that would help.
#chris motionless#ryan sitkowski#justin morrow#miw fanfic#vinny mauro#chenzo mauro#ricky olson#ricky horror#chris cerulli#miw band#miw#fanfiction#angels#gargoyles#band fic#monster fic#motionless in white#grief#tw grief#dealing with grief#loss#grieving
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Brunch Plate
Sul sul, tombler!
Iâm back with the last household in my gameplay rotation â the Ito-Landgraab family featuring Nanami Ito. My Nanami used to live with Kiyoshi and Aria, and grew up together with their daughters Stella and Vienna. She went to Foxbury University to study Computer Science, and later entered the tech guru career. Nanami was still living with Kiyoshi and Aria even after the twins graduated and moved out; matter fact it was a few years back when she met Malcolm Landgraab and agreed to be in a so-called traditional marriage and have kids. The twins, Kieran and Sean are born the following year.
Fast forward a few years later, the twins are well into their tenacious toddler phase, yet Nanami and Malcolmâs marriage is distant. Just when they both consider to come off clean to Malcolmâs parents, they are hit with two consecutively horrible news: when taking a respective vacation on Mt. Komorebi and Henford-on-Bagley, Geoffrey had died after falling off a cliff while climbing, while Nancy perished after a fierce attack by a rabid rabbit (pun intended). Just like that, the only people who forced Malcolm to âmarry a nice girl and bear a heir for the familyâ is gone. Which brings us to today: Malcolm and Nanami is still married by the papers, but he spent half of his week with them and the other half in his other properties. Donât get him wrong â Malcolm is a good father, it's just that he (and Nanami) is not a good spouse.
I did warn you Nanamiâs family drama would be juicy, didnât I? đ”
Anyway, letâs just start with the cooking process. Life in the desert is good, and since the twins have their own nanny, Nanamiâs mornings started off later than for other people. Hence, todayâs menu brunch plate fits perfectly for Nanamiâs lifestyle. Additional point for it being easy enough for the twins to feed themselves with. The cc recipe is made by @oni28 (click here to download it). Please be aware that you would need to install Oniâs Recipe Pack Mod which is updated regularly on their Patreon page.
Brunch is a portmanteau of breakfast and lunch, and is usually eaten during late mornings. It originated in England in the late 1800s, but gained popularity in the United States in the 1930s. Although the menu features a wide range of foods, some common brunch items include: eggs, either fried eggs, eggs Benedict, or omelets; bread, most popular being French toast or pancakes; fruit or vegetables for vibrancy; a sweet touch of pastry for sweetness; and alcohol⊠for emotional support, I guess.
I feel like I need to take 1,000 screenshots from this angle just because of how much I struggled to place all those items on the shelf. I don't know about you but placing clutters in Sims 4 will forever be my Achilles' heels đ
Cutting the store-brought bread into slices. Another chance, we will make bread from scratch with Nanami, I promise!
Chopping the tomatoes, because girl have to stay healthy and eat enough fiber.
EGGS! Itâs always sunny-side-up in Philadelphia Oasis Springs!
Really love how chonky everything looks. Might be biased but one could never go wrong with a plate of toast and egg.
Also, another close-up of my Nanami. She is always so fun to makeover in CAS! Growing up, she was very punk with her red and black attire (Wei WuXian incarnate -- toast of Emperor's Smile if you get that reference!) â dark eyeshadows, fishnets, and piercings! So much piercings. As she grew older she took most of them off, but keep one in her right brows for sentimental purposes. Nowadays she enjoys her comfy boho style.
I have yet to find the perfect photoshoot place for this house, but this will do for now!
And one more picture â a sneak-peek of the next member of the Ito-Landgraab household, if I may. This is Kieran! He just woke up from his morning nap, just in time for some brunch plate. Better leave some for your twin brother too! Until then, dag dag!
P.S. I realized later that I had ReShade off for this post, hence the colors look less dreamy and more... desert-y. You'll see what I mean when you compare this post with my other posts. P.S.S. Definition and detailed information of brunch is taken from this article, this article, and this Wiki page.
Imomiso's note: This post is originally posted on the now deleted blog.
#sims 4#sims 4 cc#sims 4 custom content#sims 4 gameplay#simblr#oni28#type: mains#origin: united kingdom#sims: nanami ito#repost
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two pancakes get a loaded egg scramble beaten into them as they cook. then they get put in two tortillas and wrapped but burrito style. then that pancake burrito nightmare gets deep fried. THEN it gets covered in churro cinnamon sugar. THEN it gets injected with hot honey butter for some reason???
So at first I saw the âpancakes and eggsâ and I went âoh yeah thatâs fine. I used to top my pancakes with a sunny side up egg bc I liked the way the yolk tasted on my breakfastâ but⊠but then it kept going
It lost me at the tortillas. Why do I need to wrap it more? The pancake can be my wrap, and then we deep fry it??? Are we at a local carnival???
Good choice about dusting with cinnamon-sugar, but that only really works if itâs a sweet scrambled egg.
The hot honey butter looks atrocious
This is something Iâd see at a pop-up fair and yearn to try. It costs $5. Itâs the size of my face. I stare at it, stare at people in line to get it, and I yearn. I know I wouldnât finish more than one bite, but the ability to say I tried it is right in front of me. I go on a tilt-a-whirl six times in a row to make up for the fact I will never have a lick of this monstrosity. I go home feeling as sick as if I did. Maybe less
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The Marali Festival Commentary Part 3
WELCOME TO THE CHAPTER SECTION OF LAST MINUTE SUNNY DECISIONS!đ€Ł Chapters were getting written after I got home from school rather than posted beforehand. And I had to switch some chapters around last minute. Trust me it made more sense.đ But more on that below.
**SPOILERS FOR THIS FIC BELOW** Â
Chapter 7- Dance
I posted in the authorâs notes here that I had the âKingdom Danceâ from Tangled playing on repeat as I wrote this chapter! It just seemed to work well.Â
As soon as Bilbo was confident enough with the basic steps, she spun him out and into the arms of another dancer. Bilbo found himself hugely amused as Dori fretted and kept his eyes down so as not to accidentally hurt Bilbo. Then Bilbo was spun into another dwarf and then another. The rhythm picked up, and all of Bilboâs worries over how well he was doing went by the wayside as he became lost in the music.
A clap here, two stomps, spin, and heel kick. Bilbo closed his eyes for only a moment, and when he opened, there was Thorin holding him in his arms. Bilbo panted, a large grin spread across his face as everyone around clapped in thanks for the wonderful dance.
Okay, I may have also been inspired by the actual scene as well.
Thorin continued to try to inch away as his protests grew in volume.
âBilbo, stopâŠâ
âItâs just one little danceâŠâ
âI DONâT WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU!â
Bilboâs hands dropped listly at his sides. Thorinâs expression swam with regret and frustration, but rather than explain his harsh words, he shook his head and stomped out of the halls.
Thorin...you done goofed. I really hoped that the anxiety he was feeling from the previous chapter translated over well. But this was certainly a chapter that I was mentally kicking myself for adopting this back and forth POV style. This chapter probably would have made more sense and flowed better from Thorinâs POV.
Chapter 8- Silent Communication
Okay so Thorin making it up to Bilbo was supposed to happen during the âCooking Togetherâ chapter, and âSilent Communicationâ was originally going to be after âLaugh Togetherâ consisting of Thorin and Bilbo making goo-goo eyes at each other in the hallway. However, I realized I could get a lot more out of it with Bilbo giving Thorin the âsilent treatmentâ and moved this into place very last minute.
âUmâŠgreetingsâŠYour Majesty. I was told to inform you that Master Baggins wishes not to be disturbed at this time.â
Thorin leaned around the younger dwarf to see Bilbo glaring at him before ducking his head back down into his book.
âTabor?â Thorin addressed.
âYes, Your Majesty?â
âMove.â
Tabor is very loyal to Bilbo for all that he wasnât actually in love with him. That was part of what sold him to go along with Fili and Kili was they promised it would make Bilbo very happy. Maybe I should write a Tabor POV??
Bilbo dropped the book just far enough to raise an eyebrow at him.
âIâm sorry.â He blurted.
Bilbo huffed and raised his book to hide his face once more.
âI wasâŠunprepared to hear that particular tune, and Iâm afraid I might have lashed out.â
The book slammed shut and came to rest in front of Bilbo as the hobbit rested one elbow on the cover, and his chin in his hand, glaring at Thorin with suspiciously glistening eyes.
I was weirdly proud of my descriptions of Bilbo here. I mean, heâs giving Thorin SO MUCH sass and attitude and he hasnât said a word.đ
Chapter 9- Laughing Together
The Green Room was an entertaining space in the royal apartments of Erebor that Bilbo was informed once sparkled in the light of emeralds.
You canât tell me Thror wouldnât have an âAmber Roomâ. He probably had several: Emerald Room, Sapphire Room, Diamond Room, Gold Room...
âArda Day.â Thorin blurted which all of them nodded and agreed as if that explained everything.
âArda Day?â Bilbo repeated.
âI promise youâll like it.â Was all the dwarf would say.
I canât remember how detailed I got in this, but the garden Thorin gifts Bilbo on Arda Day was supposed to be a sort of âthank you for giving us a homeâ so all the dwarves (plus Gandalf) were in on it. It becomes more romantic when he kisses Bilbo the night before.đ
âWhat I donât understand is how you had a song like this all ready to go upon first meeting me.â Bilbo pointed out when they finished.
âItâs an old tune.â Thorin explained. âYou replace a few words here and there, and considering the majority of dwarven names are two syllables it becomes âthatâs what Fili the dwarf hatesâ or âthatâs what Bofur the dwarf hatesâ.â
âThatâs what our Uncle Thorin hates.â Kili reminded cheekily.
âYou had one for Thorin.â Bilbo asked, far too amused as the dwarf king threw his head into his hands in disbelief.
âOh please!â Balin answered with a chuckle. âThey had a new version every week depending on what Thorin made them do.â
â Blunt the swords and dull the blade.â Fili started mockingly.
âArrows littered all over the glade.â Kili chimed in.
âThereâs no shine to these breastplatesâŠthat what our Uncle Thorin hates!â They screamed out together.
Okay, MONTHS in advance I realized that every dwarf in the Company had two-syllable names with the exception of Oin, but even that one could be stretched into 2 and therefore could be replaced in the âThatâs What Bilbo Baggins Hatesâ. In fact, I had planned this scene so far in advance that I actually almost forgot it when it came to writing, and had to go back and add it in later.
Whelp, thatâs it for this section. See you tomorrow for cute family moments and the reveal of the misunderstanding. đ
#sunny's greatest hits#the hobbit#bagginshield#the marali festival#commentary day 3#my shorter sections đ
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One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side C
Lusan art by @supernaturallyginger. Check out the original post here!
Propaganda under the cut.
Propaganda for Sanji x Luffy:
I don't think anyone is gonna bother denying the fact that WCI is literally just the plot of an otome isekai shoujo manga/manhwa. MC (main character) is treated like trash by family except for the 1 dead mom and 1 nice sympathetic supporter that can't do much of anything to help. MC escapes only to find themselves in an even worse situation somewhat of their own making, only to be swept off their feet by the ML (male lead) and saved, full damsel in distress style. Dramatic love confessions, crying in the rain, betrayal from an arranged marriage, it has it all.
Dude Luffy loves Sanji so so much like WCI is the best example and like you don't even really need to see the love as romantic if that bugs you but dudes. The first words out of the Luffys Shadow Possessed Oars was yelling for Sanji. He just loves Sanji so much and Sanji loves him too
The WCI arc in itself is mega SanLu propaganda. Luffy invaded an emperorâs territory, completely crashed a wedding, went up against Sanjiâs evil science family, and got nearly beat to death by Sanji himself all in order to get Sanji back. Sanji offered his life to Kuma at thriller bark so Kuma wouldnât kill Luffy. He pushed himself for 2 years all in order to get stronger FOR Luffy. Sanji feels sorry when he isnât useful, the whole reason why he used the raid suit those few times was because he was thinking about getting stronger for Luffy, but realized that he didnât want to become an emotionless monster like his family. Sanji broke down in tears at WCI when he tried to get Luffy to go away by fighting him. And then broke down in tears again when he ran back to Luffy and told him he wanted to go back home to the Sunny. No matter what Sanji cooks, Luffy always likes it and is proud to have him in his crew. Sanji is also one of Luffyâs âwingsâ, as stated by Robin! Theyâre both just so sweet and clearly care very deeply about each other.
Luffy saving Sanji on whole cake island got to me
[Insert everything that happens between them during WCI] how could I see luffy yelling about how he won't eat anything and will starve- LUFFY OF ALL PEOPLE- unless Sanji comes back and not ship them at LEAST a little. "Without you I can't become the pirate king" absolutely devastating cinema. Then Sanji laying out everything, in tears, and Luffy accepting it all and just saying, "well that's who you are" poetic. Final wci thing: luffy hearing judges bs about sanji and going "whyd he start listing all your good point" true love. This seems one sided but Sanji is also just as bad. "Which version of me do you prefer" anyone? They care SO MUCH about each other. Also Luffy loves to eat, Sanji loves to feed people, they're meant to be.
*gestures at the entirety of WCI* I mean thatâs Love, they are Ride or Die, Luffy cannot become the pirate king without Sanji, whether that means physically because he needs Sanjiâs support or just because being the pirate king means Luffy has everything he wants and what he wants is Sanji or both. And Sanji loves him just as much back! Heâs his sun heâs his worldâŠLuffy jump and Sanjiâs too busy skywalking to bother asking how high. I just love them sm
Oda himself wrote the propaganda for this, Whole Cake Island just cemented lusan as canon. "I can't become Pirate King without you!" <- that's love baby
Propaganda for Sanji x Usopp:
PLEASE they are so great for the needs love/gives love dynamic because it goes both ways.
My fav somewhat rare pair. I specifically love on skypiea when Sanji sacrifices himself to save Usopp from Enel. (And of course the scene when they wake up from their injuries holding hands!!!!)
It is simply the best Sanji ship Iâm afraid
Consider: they cute
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đđđđđđđđđđ:Â luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, robin đ/đ:Â fluff đ/đ: 1.5 +
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Luffy is a pretty affectionate person in general so he's not against public displays of affection. However, while he's not against speed kisses in front of the crew, he won't hesitate to push you away if you try to kiss him longer.
You found Luffy and Chopper listening to one of Usopp's stories with stars in their eyes. You went to join them and, as soon as he was within reach, you collapsed against his back while wrapping your arms around his neck. He laughed as Chopper jumped at your intrusion which came at the same time as a passage of tension.
He turned his head and upper body towards you and put his hands on your forearms, a smile eating his face. He began to quickly summarize what the sniper had already told them so far, in case you stayed to listen to the rest of the adventure, but you were more interested in his lips. So you leaned over him quickly to steal a playful kiss, which he gladly returned. You heard Usopp next to you throw himself on Chopper to hide his eyes with his hands.
Still, Luffy backed away just as fastly and looked happily towards his companions for the sniper to continue his tale but, wanting more, you turned his head around to steal another kiss. Unfortunately, when you tried to go deeper than the previous one, you felt his hand land flat on your cheek before he pushed your face to the side, laughing.
"I want to listen to the story!" he exclaimed."Hey, Usopp! What's next?"
Any public demonstration of affection is a big "no" for him. He avoids hugs and kisses like the plague because he is far too embarrassed to give or receive them in front of others, especially when Sanji is nearby.
Your plan was ready. You had sent Chopper to chat with Zoro next to the circular staircase of the Thousand Sunny while you stood above them in the passageway in front of the female dormitory. You were careful not to get noticed and, even though Robin and Nami were sunbathing a few steps away, you made sure the cook wasn't around.
Suddenly, you jumped over the railing to land on Zoro's back. You quickly circle your arms around his neck before wrapping your legs around his waist and coming to kiss his cheek. However, you barely had time to place your lips on his face when he leaned forward while clutching the top of your shirt in his fist. You then found yourself on your ass between him and Chopper.
The swordsman's face was so red that it might have been possible to light a match just by resting it on his cheekbones. He was also screaming to stop setting traps like that before rushing off.
"Are you okay?" Chopper asked sheepishly. You reassured him immediately that he wouldn't be mad at you for long. The reindeer regained his smile when you revealed to him the hiding place of the candies you had promised him for his participation.
Nami isn't bothered by public signs of affection and will even ask for them but, if she finds people watching, she'll try to make them pay for the show.
You had arrived on a new island that morning and since none of you were on watch on the ship, so you set sail as soon as possible. You had been requisitioned to accompany her during her shopping but a major problem had quickly presented itself: the population living on the island was very puritanical and this had repercussions, among other things, on their style of dress. While you were holding hands in the street with Nami sorry for those loose, covering clothes, you noticed that some people were staring at your bound hands with curiosity or blushing.
However, you hadn't seen that Nami had also realized the attention you were attracting because of your physical proximity. She clung her arm with your anyway and you continued on your way in search of a place to drink. You ended up finding yourself walking down a less-traveled alley when Nami suddenly stopped to turn around and look behind her.
"Get out." she ordered dryly and, under your astonished gaze, three teenagers emerged from the shadows with guilty faces. She sighed. "It will be 100,000 berries per person, okay?!"
Then she smiled and turned to you to circled your face in her hands. She leaned in to kiss you on the lips. You took the opportunity to run your hand through her red hair as you felt her smile against your lips.
Usopp isn't very comfortable kissing or cuddling in public but he responds as best he can. He also tends to try to brag about it to hide his embarrassment.
While you had joined Usopp in his main factory on the Thousand Sunny in order to discuss, you ended up kissing on his workbench. You didn't know how events had unfolded but you didn't mind now that you were sitting on his workbench, pushing away his plans for further improvements, as he stood between your spread legs with his hands on your hips. You were happy to finally be able to reconnect with the sniper away from the commotion that Luffy and the rest of the crew often caused.
However, you both jumped when you heard a "Yohohoho" pop up next to you. You both separated to turn toward the skeleton who was watching you from the entrance to the room.
"You're so discreet together that I wouldn't believe you were kissing if I hadn't seen you with my own eyes. Even if I don't have eyes! Yohohoho!"
"I have the honor of having a wonderful partner, it's normal that I take advantage of it!" He yelled too loudly, making you move your ears away from him, while uncomfortably throwing an arm around your shoulders like he would have done with one of his crewmates. While Usopp was faking a forced laugh, Brook left laughing and then the sniper collapsed against you, blushing.
He doesn't care if you're in public or in private. It is ok if you want to hold his hand, have a hug, cling to his arm, have a kiss or even ride on his back if you feel like it because your requests are his orders. If you're comfortable with affection, you're not done with him.
The Thousand Suny had moored three days ago and the log pose had finally changed direction to point to the next island. Since the crew had nothing more to do here, you decided to leave but the green-haired swordsman got lost again somewhere in the vegetation while no one was watching. Everyone had thus dispersed into groups of two to find him and you obviously found yourself with Sanji.
When you had been walking hand in hand in this stifling climate for a few hours, you felt your throat go dry without having thought of taking a bottle of water. However, you didn't have to look far because the blond handed you a bottle of fresh water with a "Here, mon amour!".
After a few sips, you pulled him towards you to kiss him in thanks. He melted straight into the kiss but, not even a few seconds later, Zoro's silhouette appeared in the thickets with a scowl on his face.
"Tch, not you." he muttered as he turned around before Sanji grabbed his collar back and they fought because of his disrespect. You end up going back to the boat with the cook literally sticking you and kissing you just to annoy the swordsman.
She won't react much to displays of affection in front of others. Robin will not try to be physically affectionate towards you by herself, but she will never refuse a loving gesture from you. The most negative reaction you might receive from her is surprise.
You had just woken up from a nightmare, so you wanted Robin's affection and comfort. After a rather long search and shuffling around the ship, you found her watering her flowers on the observation deck of the ship while calmly talking with Nami and Usopp who were also taking care of their plants.
You opened the hatch and went directly to her, who was back to you, to hug her from behind by wrapping your arms around her waist without saying a word. She stiffened briefly before acknowledging your warmth and relaxing under Nami's laughter as she watched you over her tangerine trees. Robin turned her head to the side to glance at you and you took the opportunity to place a kiss on her lips before she had time to react. A slight laugh left her lips before she came to put her hands on your forearms crossed on her belly, a sweet smile still present on her face.
You then remained in this position, comfortably snuggled against her back, while she resumed her conversation under the amused gaze of Nami and Usopp. Throughout the time that passed, you felt his fingers continue to gently caress your arms.
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âAlways.â
A/N: Sorta short compared to my usual posts, sorry yâall. Inspired by the song Keep Driving by Harry Styles :)
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Maple syrup, coffee
Pancakes for two
Hash brown, egg yolk
I will always love you
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It was the first day of the trial for Sonnyâs first big case as ADA. He had been up most of the night going over all of the evidence and any other important information that heâd need for the trial. You donât know when he ended up coming to bed, but you woke up early, planning to do something special for him before he left for his big day. You carefully disentangle yourself from Sonnyâs grasp, tip toeing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
You get out pots, pans, bowls, and every ingredient that you can think of from the fridge so that you can make Sonny a big breakfast before he has to leave for the day. Sonny usually just grabs a coffee on his way to work and calls it his breakfast, but today, you knew that he couldnât go to the courthouse on an empty stomach. You begin frying two eggs in one pan, sunny side up, and hash browns in another pan on the stove. While theyâre cooking, you whip up some pancake batter in a bowl. As you start pouring the batter, you hear footsteps in the living room.
âGood morning, doll,â You hear Sonny sleepily mumble before his arms are wrapped around your waist as you stand at the stove. âSomething smells good.â
âMorning, Dom,â You greet him, smiling at the feeling of his touch. âPancakes, hash browns, and eggs just how you like them.â
âYou know I love you, right?â Sonny asks, practically drooling at the sight of the food on the stove.
You giggle at him. âI love you too. Coffee isnât enough when you have such a big case today. Now go sit, Iâm almost done.â
Sonny released from his grasp on you and sat down at the kitchen table. He took a sip from the cup of coffee that was already waiting for him at his place setting. He watched as you finished cooking, plating the food and bringing it to the table.
You give Sonny his plate before sitting down at the table with yours. He puts butter and syrup all over his pancakes, and shakes some salt and pepper onto his eggs before digging in. You glance over at him as he eats, chuckling to yourself at how hungry he appears.
âTake a breather there, Counselor.â You joke.
âWhy donât I have you cook breakfast for me every morning?â Sonny asks.
âBecause you insist on only coffee.â You remind him.
âAfter today I might rethink that decision. This is way better than coffee, baby.â
You smile in response to Sonny. âIâm glad you like it. You need all of the strength and energy that you can get for a big day like today.â
âYou take such good care of me. Iâm so lucky.â Sonny trails off as he goes back to eating his breakfast.
The two of you finish your food and get ready for the day. Sonny showered while you picked out your clothes for work, and then the two of you switched as you went to shower and he went to pick out which suit to wear for court. You both brush your teeth, wash your face, do your hair, etc. Sonny finishes before you, gathering all of his notes and papers for the trial in the meantime. When you come out of your bedroom and into the living room, Sonny is nervously pacing around the room.
You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him close to you. Sonny sighs in relief and you can feel his body relax a bit as you hug him.
âYouâre gonna do great, Dom. Youâve already got this.â You tell him as you look up at him.
âThanks, baby. Iâm just nervous.â
âYou have no reason to be nervous. Youâve been waiting for this moment for so long. You know exactly what youâre doing and everything will work out in the end.â
Sonny sighs. âI guess youâre right.â
âAnd regardless of what happens today, Iâll be right here waiting for you when you get home and we can do whatever you want afterwards.â
âSounds like a plan, doll.â Sonny softly smiles.
âJust remember that I will always love you, Sonny Carisi, no matter what.â
Sonny tightly wraps his arms around you one last time, kissing your hair before releasing his grip.
âI love you forever, Y/N.â
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Hey i was wondering if you could write a fluffy zayn x reader?
Hey babe, sorry to be late... I have many requests so I adapted this one for you (original is with Harry).
Note: English isnât my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :) These gif's aren't mine.
Pairings: Zayn!boyfriend x Reader
warnings: no one
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Make a massage
One more day in that company and you would rip someone's head off.
The thought made you laugh weakly as you parked at Zayn's house. It was a little after six o'clock when you clicked the control to close the garage door.
Your head was pounding with fatigue, no pill could cure that, but you had another remedy: Zayn, actually, his hands.
Your shoulders burned and you grabbed your backpack and locked the car, sighing as you walked through the door leading straight from the kitchen.
"Hey Sunny!" Zayn smiled, stirring the pot.
The smell of cooking chicken came from the oven, making your stomach beg for a big piece. You loved to eat, even more so when Zayn was home and cooking for you.
"Hi baby." You replied and pulled your backpack over near the countertop on the floor and sat down on the bench facing Zayn. You leaned against the clear marble which made Zayn let out a chuckle.
"Rough day?" He turned off the fire and washed his hands, you tried to relax but everything seemed to hurt. You waved your thumb.
You felt him coming closer caressing your head, you turned to him and hugged him, feeling his perfume and the warm temperature made your body relax little by little.
"I can imagine, my love... I can imagine" Zayn hugged you, caressing your back covered by your t-shirt.
"Do you massage?" You asked giving your best pity face as you raised your face to Zayn, seeing those two green eyes staring at you.
"Let's go to dinner, then you'll get to know my massage therapist side." He kissed you softly and left a kiss on the top of your head, you agreed leaning into him to get off the chair.
The pajamas consisting of slippers, sweatpants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt in a gray tone made you feel welcomed, it wasn't tight like your social pants and didn't hurt your foot like the high heels you walked on all day.
You threw yourself onto the fluffy bed with a grunt, Zayn had just stepped into the shower and you looked forward to the moment when his hands would squeeze your tense muscles.
You dozed off when you felt Zayn's body sitting on your buttocks and leaning over you and supporting your arms stretched out beside your body as his lips kissed your back.
"My love, do you still want the massage? Or do you want to sleep?" He whispered and you nodded positively.
Soon he got off of you and you straightened up on the bed sitting Indian style and he sat behind you, leaving you between his legs.
"Take your top off, sunshine, please." You took it off, leaving only a loose fitting top, listening to Zayn uncap a blackberry scented gel.
He had bought it the last time he was in Italy, he knew how much you loved the fruit and the smell of the products made with it.
"Before doing so, Z carefully pinned your hair up high, massaging your scalp and secured it with a clip that was in his hair, you thought all the care was incredible.
Zayn even though he was far away, loved to know about your day no matter how dull it was and even though he had many more amazing stories to tell, he was always like that, careful and interested in you and everything that was involved with you.
"The intern... I'm doing work for two!" You started and your skin shivered as the icy gel touched your skin, Zayn's large hands spread the product, squeezing just above your shoulders earning a groan from you "I teach her everything I know and she ignores it, I think she doesn't like me... and why do you know, babe"
Zain frowned between his eyebrows, spreading a little more of the cream to near the hem of his sweatshirt "Actually I don't know, my love, why?"
His thumbs pressed a sore spot on your shoulders, making you arch your body "It hurts, Z" you whined again.
"Sorry my little one, it feels like your muscle has knotted" He distributed kisses and massaged again and now, more lightly.
"She's your fan and she knows we're dating..." you let out, rolling your eyes "I don't know..." A mixture of sadness, tiredness and confusion went through you.
Since you started dating Zayn, your life had changed, but you still remained a studious, hardworking, independent woman, you were responsible for training the new HR girl, but seeing Zayn's and your picture on her lockscreen and your face on his instagram pictures, she just ignored you, leaving you to talk to yourself. You tried to understand, but working in human resources, it made you upset, were you guilty of loving someone?
"Really... But still, it makes me sad." You confessed taking a deep breath.
"My sun..." Zayn caught her attention "You care too much about others...and that's what makes me love you so much, know that! But try not to worry so much, okay? I love you and my fans know how good you do me!"
He put his arms around your waist and laid you on his chest, Zayn was also shirtless and you allowed yourself to relax once again. His fingers massaged your hand, twisting it lightly, twisting your fists slightly, and bringing them close to his face allowing him to leave tender kisses.
"I love you too, even more your massaging side." You smiled with your eyes already closed.
The last thing you heard was Zayn laughing softly and snuggling you tighter in his arms.
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PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN
y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.
âââ corpse husband x reader âââ soc. media + written fiction! âââ word count: 2.2k âââ â„ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)Â
authorâs note:Â fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!
ultimate masterlist. Â Ò Â myso masterlist Â Ò Â previous. Â Ò Â next.
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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if sheâs dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.Â
Alas, you hope this little chaos youâve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, youâve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your lifeâs a fucking mess.
Your fans arenât the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Raeâs message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didnât find significant others by the time youâre 40, youâll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (âSo Iâm sitting thereâ alludes to Rae, âOn my tittiesâ alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.Â
But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesnât work out, youâll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldnât, though.
Rae was having none of it. She said youâll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to âBoke.â
You leave her for barely a week and sheâs already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.
But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.Â
Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.
Thatâs where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadnât even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.Â
You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesnât help, either. Maybe itâs better he doesnât know that youâre a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read âbabyâ.Â
Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft âHello! Hi hi!â. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - todayâs inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because youâve been listening to Corpseâs song all day.
Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didnât forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldnât have to.
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âI feel like,â You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, âI feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also donât respect men so I donât want to call you guys. Like, so many creatorâs have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--â You canât help snorting, âSo, Iâve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking Iâm gonna name you cockroaches. Because youâre grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!â
Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. Youâre as equally proud as you are disturbed.
âWell, anyway.â Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, âBig dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, itâs cuz Iâm in Brooklyn now. Donât ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I donât plan that far ahead.â
While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.
r u dating sykkuno?
You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you canât exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, âNo, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, Iâm not sure how much Iâll have to repeat this, but, we really arenât, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill thatâd be great.â
the roaches lmao sounds like weâre a sports team
âOh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. Thatâd be cool, I think.â
how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?
âMy parents are actually not disappointed at all!â You say with a cute little smile, âUhm, theyâre both really proud, actually. Theyâre glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesnât exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-â You eye catches a comment, âOh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They donât know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they donât know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--â Youâre grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, â--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. Itâs really cute.Â
can i be adopted by ur parents plz
will you and corpse ever collab?!
You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.
Corpse_Husband: yes.
Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkunoâs own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.
pack it up, sykkuno
More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, youâd like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.Â
âOkay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--â Youâre covering your mouth, giggling, â-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket Iâm turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.â
we are prepared
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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. âWhatâs a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?â you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, âAww, look!â You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, âItâs a baby chicken! Die, bitch.â The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. Youâre cackling by the time the dust settles.
y/n is a child murderer
âRoaches,â You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you canât get over the name, âI think Iâm like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft wonât actually make less hungry in real life.â
take a break and go eat queen <3
âFuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.â
Another twenty minutes trickle by and youâre trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when thereâs a knock on your bedroomâs door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, âMOM!â You scream, âGet OUT of my room Iâm playing Minecraft!â But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you donât manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or itâs some sort of performative dance.Â
âIâm live right now,â You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, âdo you want to say hi?âÂ
The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.Â
âSorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!â
Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. âWhatâs this about?â
âYour pizza came.â
âMy what now?â You echo, confused.
âDominoâs. You ordered pizza?â
âWhat? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--â
Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.
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You decide that itâll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but youâre okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. Itâs a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. âDâaww,â She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, âdonât cry my little raccoon.â
If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, youâd answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000âČs angle. Sent it to Rae.Â
looking hot, her message read.Â
thanks, was all you replied with.
You couldnât just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.
Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.
âThank you for the pizza, it was delicious.â
You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.
âGlad you liked it, baby.â
He was going to be the death of you.
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It's Raining Cats and Dogs Out There
This isn't nothing serious, just wanted to write sumn, might not be too good, I haven't written nothing in years.
warnings: none
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Bo had slept in, something that wasn't particularly rare, but something he wasn't too keen on. Maybe it was from the lack of sun in his face, or the comfortable cool that made it so easy to curl into the blankets on his bed, but it was more than likely from the exhaustion he accumulated from so many nights full of work and less of sleeping. Deep down he knew he needed the extra sleep but as quick as the thought came it was just as quickly replaced with the self-degradation that pushed him to work hours on end with little care for himself-- the fuel that worked him near death in order to prove himself. The wind outside began to pick up and Bo peaked out the window to watch the dead leaves that danced within it, the thought that the only movement in the desolate town being dead itself made him frown a little. Gray clouds above covered the usual harsh rays of the Louisiana sun, what was once a vibrant sky was now dull. The blanketed sky looked heavy and with every movement threatened to burst and unleash the gallons of water it held.
Bo weighed his options in his head: he could either hurry up and make his way to the station to work before the rain started or he could stay and spend his day inside. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rainfall outside the window, mother earth decided for him-- he was spending the day inside.
He made his way downstairs to the kitchen, the weather had him hankering for something warm to combat the chill that the elements brought with it, coffee sounded real good. Bo didn't realize how hungry he was until his stomach announced it's vacant state, he supposed some breakfast wouldn't hurt either, and it wasn't often he had the time or care in mind to make himself an early meal. He just hoped the eggs and bacon hadn't spoiled.
The storm outside had picked up significantly and he didn't hear the small taps from Jonesy coming in from the doggy door in the back, the dog nearly made him drop the egg he was about to crack as she shook the water from her coat, some hitting Bo.
"God damnit, Jonesy, you 'bout scared the mess outta me!" Bo hollered as he watched the dog dry off, "ah, quit that, yer gettin' water everywhere." He grabbed a stray washcloth and wiped her down a bit before he threw it on the ground, an attempt to pick up some of the puddle that accumulated at the pups feet. "What am I gonna do with you?"
After he dealt with Jonesy, Bo turned his attention back to the stove, more focused on his egg sunny side up than the dog at his feet. In the middle of moving the egg around there was a clap of thunder outside that caused him to jolt, the spatula breaking the yolk from Bo's harsh movement. A quick 'fuck' escaped his lips as he watched the runny liquid start to cook in the hot pan, he really wanted them sunny side up. He noticed Jonesy move and watch in interest as he plated the now 'ruined' egg.
"Quit yer beggin', got food in yer bowl, leave me alone." He grumbled as he cracked another egg in the pan before he made his way to start the coffee. Jonesy just sat and watched him before she headed over to lay under the kitchen table and out of Bo's way. Not long after the coffee machine was done rumbling, Bo had him a cup of the steaming liquid with the proper fixings, his plate at his space at the table, and a begging dog at his feet once again. As he brought a bite of egg to his mouth, he watched as Jonesy's interested peaked, she went from laying under the table to sitting upright beside him, her eyes followed the movement of his fork.
"Tsk," Bo sucked his teeth and narrowed his eyes, "now go on somewhere." In no mood to deal with the dog, he dropped his hand to swat her away but Jonesy stood her ground. Her head lolled to the side as she peered up at him with her big puppy dog eyes, a soft whimper leaving her muzzle.
"Nu uh, I'm fixin' to put you out if you don' hush up, don' give me none of that shit, what? Vincent don' feed you none?" He tried his best to ignore her eyes but he couldn't ignore the way she made a noise as he continued to eat. Bo sighed and his eyes fell to the egg that he had messed up earlier. He let out a huff as he fished the food off his plate and looked back at the pup.
"Alright, you wan' it? You gotta work fer it." He lifted the food to show her but as she went to lunge he held his hand up, halting her movements. "What I say? Now," he pointed his pointer and middle finger in the shape of a gun at Jonesy, "BANG!" She stared up at him, tilting her head again and Bo felt a little embarrassed that she didn't respond correctly.
"Damnit, girl," he attempted once more, "BANG! Jonesy play dead gosh-dangit!" Bo's lips curled up a bit as the dog did as told, although not with as much enthusiasm as she would with his other siblings, but he supposed it was enough. Bo plopped the egg down on the ground for her and Jonesy scrambled to eat it the second she heard it hit the ground.
"Actin' like we'on feed you, shameful." He shook his head and sucked his teeth before he finished his plate. He sipped from his mug and peered down at Jonesy from the rim as she stamped her front paws a little, her head jolted as she softly barked at him.
"I'on got nothin' for you, now g'on, get." Bo nudged her out of the way as he got up, piling his dishes in the sink before making his way to the living room, Jonesy followed at his heels.
Bo stood in the middle of room and scanned the contents it held, trying to decide if he wanted to read or watch a movie but he changed his mind the second his eyes fell on his parents old cassette player. His fingers skimmed the cassette holder and stopped on Marty Robbins' "Return of the Gunfighter", nothing too sad and he loved storytelling. The peaceful guitar contrasted the harsh snap of thunder outside; it calmed him.
The tape played as he settled into the couch, his fingers drummed along to 'San Angelo' as it played in the background. While he preferred the twangy sound of Johnny Cash telling the big guys to shove it, he couldn't help but feel something for the expressive guitar, the Tex-Mex style bewitched him. He enjoyed the songs of a lone cowboy who had no time for love, but his favorites were the ones in which an outlaw managed to find a companion despite their wrongs. Love was always described so sickly sweet, and while he was usually put off by it, he couldn't deny he yearned for it, the idea that someone could love a criminal like the outlaws that were sung about, maybe someone like himself.
The once warm cup in his hands was now cold, the liquid inside had cooled while he sat in thought but Bo couldn't bring himself to care. Jonesy stretched as she laid beside him, her head found its way in the man's lap as she nestled in the couch. He bought his hand down to scratch her side, chuckling a bit as her leg kicked before giving her a couple smacks on her side. Her tail drummed wildly against the sofa and she wiggled further into his lap, licking at his hands.
"Alright, now settle down, girl." He smiled and brought his hand up to rub her head, his cup now abandoned on the table beside him. He readjusted himself, careful not to disturb the animal in his lap as he got more comfortable. Bo allowed himself to further sink into the cushions, sighing contently as he laid his head back. He finally relaxed, his eyes closed as he listened to the rainfall's percussive taps as it landed on the earth around him, lulling him to sleep.
Vincent made his way to the house through the tunnels, having finally finished the wax sculpture that kept him up all night. As he made his way from his late father's office, he took notice of how quiet the house was aside from the quiet melody of Marty Robbins that played in the living room. He stopped walking when his gaze fell on his twin and his dog cuddled on the couch, Bo's chest rising in falling as he slept. Vincent watched for a while before he retreated back to the hall closet and retrieved a blanket for them. Carefully as not to wake them, the twin laid it over the two. He grabbed the coffee cup Bo ditched on the table and took it in the kitchen, noticing his brother managed to cook breakfast. Vincent picked up a covered plate that sat on the stove, smiling behind the mask when he realized that his brother fixed him some as well. He retreated to his room with the food, taking one last glance at Bo and Jonesy before ascending the stairs.
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If the Straw Hats Had a Reality Show Dedicated to Pirates Headcanon! Ft: Law!
With how infamous the pirate crew gotten, it was only natural that they were soon granted the rights to have their own reality show, like other famous pirates in the Grand Line and the New World.
Get ready for Keeping Up with the Straw Hats!
Luffy: Whether it was his strength, or his childlike innocence, Luffy was a fan favorite!
He often ignored the producers suggestions to make the show more interesting.
Luffy didnât like when the producers told him to punch a random person on the street when they were visiting an island.
Was not getting paid, as he owed the producers over 10,000 berris for punching the camera one time in anger, when the director attempted to take his meat away. The director was only making a suggestion for a much healthier diet for the star of the show.
Luffy also skipped out on a lot of confessional sessions. Mainly because he really didnât have much to hide to begin with. But if he did go, it was mainly to either show appreciation for his crew or to make public declarations:
âSanjiâs cooking the BEST!â
âDo we get free meat with this show?â
âIâm going to kick Mingoâs ass!â
Zoro: The viewers found Zoro amusing! Whether it be him constantly getting lost, or his heated arguments with Sanji. The producers would rush over to him, cameras and all whenever they caught the two together.
Zoro was surprisingly popular with female viewers. They enjoyed watching him sweat whenever he would work out in the crows nest.
Zoro didnât care about the show really. Just as long as he gets to work out, drink booze, and sleep, heâs good.
The producers always looked forward to his confessionals after he fights with Sanji:
âThat damn shitty cook! Just who the hell does he think he is?!â
âThat curly brow dumbass is gonna get himself killed one of these days!â
Sanji: Was angry that Zoro was racking in more views from the female viewers than he was!
Why him?! Why not me?!
He kicked the camera man straight in the chin when he told him that Zoro was naturally more popular than he was.
Sanji desperately tried to win over the female viewers by showing off his fighting skills or his culinary expertise.
He was excited when he finally got some fan mail from the fans!
It turned out to be from the okamas thoughâŠ
If Sanji went to the confessionals, it was usually to cry about why women werenât interested in himâŠor to talk shit about Zoro:
âJust what does he have that I donât on this show?â
âWhy arenât all the beautiful ladies watching me?â
Little did Sanji know, he caught the eyes of Violet and Pudding.
Nami: An absolute slut for the camera! The producers LOVED her!
One couldnât tell who was using who more. All that mattered was what would bring them more views and more money.
Whenever it was filming time, Nami would purposely wear a bikini without the jeans to draw in the male viewing audience.
Add the extra seductive act she would put on, and nosebleeds would cover millions of transponder snail television screens.
Loved to give tours of the Sunny and show off her designer clothes.
Would parade around the islands, using Momonosuke as an accessory to manipulate the fans into loving her more.
Nami LOVED to take advantage of the fanbase, often subtly asking for gifts mainly money through the fan mail she receives. Next to Robin, she had the most.
Nami became very vain and strict with the crew on how to present themselves for the camera and had to keep members like Luffy in check to make sure he didnât do anything stupid to cause the show to be cancelled. But just in case, as a backup, she could always start an Only Fans.
One might say that the fame and fortune was getting to her head, as she would purposely start up drama whenever she was out on an island. Would probably steal from a city mayor if it meant she could get the fans taking for weeks.
Whenever she was in the confessionals, it was mainly to complain about Luffyâs or Zoroâs antics.
Would probably shit talk about Robin, although faking it the whole time, to get some drama started:
âHonestly! I wish Luffy would just use some common sense for once!â
âRobin thinks sheâs all that! But everyone knows, Iâm the prettiest girl on the show!â
âIâll let you film me in the bath. Itâll cost you 1 million beri!â
Franky: Loved the camera! One sided on the producers part since they didnât enjoy Frankyâs sense ofâŠahemâŠstyle.
He would dance, be loud, or show off his cool body.
If he was in the confessional room, it was to complain openly to the producers on why they did him dirty.
âHey! I saw last weeks episode! Why did you cut my scene out, bro?!â
Ussop: Although not nearly as popular as Nami, Ussop was interesting enough to get some viewers watching the show, even unintentionally.
Ussop used the show to make himself seem cooler, mainly through the confessionals.
The lies he told caught the attention of viewers worldwide, though very few could sees past his lies.
The producers didnât care, so long as there were viewers.
âYes it was I! The Great Captain Ussop who defeated CP9!â
âWait wait! Cut that out! Cut that scene out! I meant SniperKing!â
Chopper: The Worlds Favorite Cutie Pie!
Choppers looks alone were enough to win the hearts of viewers! Mostly the female reindeer mink.
Combine that with his child like innocence and heâs instantly a popular household name!
On top of that he already has many sponsorships from multiple sweet brands. (Mainly cotton candy ones.)
Choppers pretty shy on camera and often does his usual dance when heâs nervous. The audience eats it up.
He doesnât gossip. When it comes to confessionals, heâs usually talking about Zoroâs recklessness when it comes to bandages, or Sanjiâs nose bleeding habits.
Jimbei: Not particular interested in TV or fame, but used being on TV to his advantage to spread his word and try stop discrimination against fishmen.
The producers found him boring and didnât look forward to filming him, especially at confessionalsâŠbut at the very least, he was able to bring in views due to his former status as a warlord.
Robin: Had many admirers! She enjoyed being on the show. Often is seen on screen on a lavish shopping trip with Nami.
She does her part to make the show more interesting, whether it is be her dark sense of humor or putting her devil fruit powers to good use.
She once used it on a producer when he asked her to do something suggestive for views. After that, the producers never messed with her again, out of fear for their lives.
Not much for confessionals though, except when sheâs expressing how amused she is at Luffyâs antics.
She may appeared to be calm and quiet but you better believe that the rumors she would stir up, would get the people talking!
Piers Morgans was having a field day with the headlines:
âDid Cat Burgler Nami Get Breast Implants?!â
âRoronoa Zoro: Honorable Swordsmen or Man Thot?! Gets Caught Sleeping with Wanoâs Most Beautiful Woman!â
âIs Monkey D Luffy, Secretly Seeing His Crewmates Sister From the Germa Kingdom?!â
Brook: Fans loved seeing Soul King on screen. In some episodes heâs either playing music or heâs attempting a panty raid in Naniâs room. Which often results in him getting beat up by her every time.
Anything he says in the confessionalâs ends up with his signature laugh.
Law: Made a special guest appearance since starting hiw alliance with Luffy.
You can imagine his look of surprise, when the crew showed up on Punk Hazard with a camera crew and all.
He wasnât at all interested in being on TV. His famous âI hate breadâ made him an instant fan favorite. And meme along the fanbase.
He didnât like thatâŠ
Law hated being followed around by the camera crew on the Thousand Sunny or when he simply just wanted peace. He frequently scolded the producers to stop or told Luffy to call off the cameras, but neither listened.
He only wanted to discuss the alliance plans in private with the crew and didnât want the producers to catch any of it for the world to see.
As time went on, and Law was getting sucked into the Straw Hat shenanigans. He found himself wandering into the confessional where he would frequently complain about the crew. Mainly the captain.
âMugiwara-ya will be the death of meâŠâ
âRorona-ya has no sense of directionâŠâ
âHow has the crew survived this long? They donât ever strategize when it comes to making a plan!â
Viewer Reactions:
Sabo: Enjoys watching his little brother on screen, and always has a good laugh. Koala would often scold him for abandoning his duties to go watch the show.
Hancock: Would briefly abandon her duties as Pirate Empress for the whole day if it meant, she could watch Luffy on screen.
Took up most of his fan mail, and gifts that had meat.
Hancock would be envious of Nami and Robin on her screen, wishing she was their with Luffy.
Mihawk: Reality shows werenât his usual choice of television entertainment, but he did watch, soley to watch over Zoroâs progress as a swordsmen. He would lie if Perona asked him if he found what he saw the slightest bit amusing.
Ace: He got a kick out watching his little brother on screen. Often laughing at Luffyâs antics. He saw that Luffyâs crew was slowly riding in more views on the reality show The WhiteBeard Pirates had. Ace wasnât too worried but he knew he had to step it up.
Shanks: Often shaking his head and smiling in amusement at the sight of Luffy on screen. Would sometimes watch the show with Ace as the two spoke fondly of him.
Big Mom: Was furious that Luffy was racking in more views than her crew combined. Everyone used to love Big Momâs wedding cake special episodes.
âMUGIWARAAAAA!â *Smashes TV*
Garp: Nearly choked on his crackers at the sight of his crazy grandson invading his screen.
âLUFFY NOOOOOO!â
Smoker: If any marine soldier was caught watching, Keeping Up with the Straw Hats, you better believe that heâll would be raised at HQ. in secret though, he would watch it. Not for entertainment, but more so to study the Straw Hats moves.
Buggy: Screeching out in jealously seeing Straw Hat Luffy was popular enough to be given his own show and not him.
Kid: Was sitting at a bar one night and spat out his drink in anger at the sight of Straw Hat on his screen.
Nearly popped a blood vessel when he saw Law on screen.
âThe hell?! Even Trafalgar?! How come those bastards get their own show?!â
Killer remained silent. He knew the reason why the Kid Pirates never picked up the rights to a pirate reality show was because of how scary Kid was.
Dragon: Used the show as a way to keep up with his son. Although in secret, since he didnât want his army to notice.
Germa 66: Mixed reactions.
âThatâs no son of mine.â Judge would say.
Reiju giggled at the sight of the screen. After a mission, she would look forward to watching the show to see her brother.
Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji expressed annoyance and criticized Sanji. Although would never admit that they were each jealous that Sanji got to be on a reality show instead of the Germa Kingdom itself.
Yamato: Wants to be on the show. Not for the fame, but mainly to spread the word and tell the world what a horrible father, Kaido is and spread Odenâs legacy to the world.
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Luffy x Reader | Amnesia pt. 1
I saw this idea on wattpad a few weeks ago, but the author never posted the part 2 :(
So I made some changes and only kept the idea of the reader having amnesia.
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It was no secret that you were under much stress. The crew could notice, and they constantly told you to get some rest, especially your boyfriend Luffy. But you couldn't help feeling this tension and overthinking so much. Lately you needed to be the best, to train harder e be strong enough during the fights.
You didn't know how much stress could affect your body until you felt it physically. Stomach pain, headaches, a bit of memory loss and insomnia were just a few things you started to feel. So Chopper kept telling you to have a few days to rest, but you refused.
ê· I'm fine, I promise. ê· you said, going to train. ê· I will rest later. But thank you for worrying about me, Chopper. ê· you smiled.
After an hour you showered and went to bed feeling exhausted.
ê· Hey, (Y/N). ê· Luffy opened the door, checking if you were awake. ê· Aren't you gonna eat? Dinner is ready! ê· he asked, while chewing something, probably meat.
ê· No, Lu. My head hurts a little, I think I will skip dinner tonight. ê· you said really low. ê· But thank you, baby.
ê· Hmm... ê· he frowned. ê· I will stay here with you then. ê· he closed the door and went to bed. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. It felt nice and comfortable, like the world couldn't hurt you and there was nothing to worry about.
ê· You're amazing, Lu. ê· you whispered, looking at him despite being in the dark. ê· I love you.
Eventually you fell asleep.
The morning after, you woke up and didn't recognize where you were. The right side of the bed felt warm, but it was empty, as if someone was sleeping next to you. This was terrifying.
"Was I kidnaped? But I don't remember a thing. Did they drug me or hit my head somehow?" you asked yourself while getting up to explore the place, still afraid of someone dangerous finding you.
ê· Oh (Y/N)-swan, are you feeling better? ê· a tall man with exotic curly brows asked you, with heart eyes and going to your direction. ê· I made breakfast for you.
ê· Who are you? ê· you asked, confused and afraid.
ê· What do you mean, (Y/N)-swan? ê· he laughed. ê· You're kidding, right?
ê· Who are you? ê· you asked again, starting to sound annoyed. The cook never heard you talk using that tone.
Out of nowhere a boy, with black hair and a straw hat, hugged you, wrapping his arms around you, as if he was made of rubber.
ê· Good morning, my baby! ê· he said, surprising you by pecking your lips.
You pushed him, scared.
ê· Stop, what are you doing? Who are you? ê· unlike last time, you didn't sound aggressive, but you sounded more like concerned. ê· What is going on?
Luffy looked confused. He didn't understand why you refused to kiss him. Also, why you were afraid of him?
ê· What? ê· he tilted his head to the side. ê· Is this a new game?
ê· Please, tell me where I am. ê· your voice was desperate by now. ê· Who are you?
ê· I'm Luffy, your boyfriend, remember? ê· he laughed, not realizing it wasn't a joke or a game. ê· And this is the Thousand Sunny, our ship.
ê· Boyfriend? ê· you whispered.
You don't remember having a boyfriend. As far as you remember, you never had a man in your life before.
ê· I'm calling Chopper. This doesn't sound right. ê· the blonde left in a hurry.
After a few minutes, a cute reindeer with a hat, who walked like a human, and more surprisingly could speak, ran to you, obviously concerned.
ê· What are you feeling, (Y/N)? Sanji said you are acting weird. ê· he asked. What a cutie!
ê· Oh my god, you can talk? What is going on? ê· you asked.
ê· Lets bring her to my office, I guess she isn't joking.
The boy with the black hair held you bridal style right away, without asking me if you wanted to, and took you to a different place, it was a doctor's office inside the ship! That was something too crazy for you to deal with.
After examining you and asking a few questions, the reindeer who is called Chopper, called the rubber boy, who entered the room with a concerned look on his face. You could tell he was worried, and even a little sad.
ê· I know what is wrong. ê· the reindeer doctor said. ê· Due her tension and the fact she was exhausted lately, she had physical symptoms of stress. She had memory loss before. It's not common to have amnesia like that, but it's possible. So that's why she woke up without remembering a thing.
ê· That's why she doesn't remember me... ê· he looked down. ê· Chopper, is it permanent? Can she remember things again someday?
ê· Yes, she can. Maybe she can completely recover her memory in a short time, but some memories can be just a blur. In the worst scenario...
ê· What? What is the worst scenario?
ê· She won't be able to recover her memories.
ê· What can I do to help? I need to help her! ê· his voice was starting to get loud and slightly angry.
ê· The first thing you need to do is be patient. Showing her pictures you might have, showing her food and scents that might be familiar...
You got up from the bed, trying to calm down. It's terrifying to think that there's memories you have no idea that happened. Memories that you didn't know if you'd be able to recover or not. It got you anxious, and despite the doctor's recommendations to be calm, it was too hard to be calm at that moment.
(Continue...)
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Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime (Belle) Novel | English Translation | Chapter 3
**This is a machine translation. I put it together by extracting text page-by-page from a .pdf version of the Japanese novel, and running it through Google translate. I have only minorly edited some of the more confusing lines to make it more read-able. It is still a very rough translation, but itâs good enough to understand whatâs going on. If there is anyone out there who wants to properly translate the novel, I am more than happy to edit it, if youâll contact me.**
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Chapter 3: Memory
"Mother."
"What is it, Suzu?"
When I called, my mother turned around and replied.
Eleven years ago. The house was still new. There was no garage yet, and potted flowers were lined up all over the garden. "Do not cut my hair."
I told her that and ran down the slope in front of my house. Mom walked down the stairs opposite her, resting her hand on her waist and waiting. I ran away in the opposite direction, bouncing, saying that I would never let my hair be cut. But I was taken back without a hitch. She was seated on a bench in the garden and dressed in a haircut cape. âIâm going to make you look cute, Suzu.â After cutting my hair, I don't like the tingling of my hair. She shook her legs and sharpened her lips. But when she held the scissors without hesitation, she cut my hair all at once. "Because youâre going to be an elementary school student," I hope the hair on both sides doesn't stick to my shoulders. The bangs were far above the eyebrows. Even when I went to school, my neck was tingling for a while.
I played a lot with my mother. I took a sumo wrestling on the lawn of the riverbed in the evening. I pushed her by force and my mother rolled on the grass. I won, I laughed happily. Mother also laughed. I asked why? Wonât she cry if she loses? Mom shook her head. âI'm glad that the weak Suzu has become stronger.â Dad was laughing while lying on the grass. My mother often made salted seared meat. She lightly sprinkles salt and roasts the bonito stabbed on a gold skewer from her lenticel over an open flame on the stove. I was staring from the top of the chair. Since the fat drips, the microwave oven will not get dirty if you bake it while sucking it with cooking paper. When it gets burnt, dip it in ice water to cool it, and then drain it. It was a style. So as a kid, I had a hard time holding a thick piece of salted meat with chopsticks, and I had a hard time putting it in my mouth. Mom was waiting for dad's return, holding a mug and watching my struggle.
My dad was a salaryman at that time, and he wore a tie and went out to the city every day. Perhaps because of that, we had some money in our house in the old days. Mother bought a state-of-the-art smartphone at the time. I decided to try out the performance of the on-board camera, and on dad's lap, I pointed my smartphone at my mom. I asked dad to help put mom in the frame and pressed the shutter. She is dressed in white.
The smiling mother, she was beautiful. The photo of her was printed on paper and is still at the house. I was a cheerful child running around, unlike now. I definitely liked playing outside rather than inside the house. If there were trees, I climbed, if there were leaves, I tore them, and if there were insects, I chased them. But it didn't burn in the sun. I must have been such a constitution. Instead, my face is freckled.
I was often injured. My knee was also full of scratches. In the woods, on the riverbed, on the slope in front of my house, I often stumbled and fell. My mother ran up in a hurry and she hugged me tightly, crying in pain. Mysteriously, it hurts somewhere. That's when I was happy. I don't know how many times I fell because I ran around vigorously and wanted mother to hug me. Every time mother rushed in as if it was a big deal for her daughter and worried. Every day was like summer vacation. I clung to mother doing the laundry and cleaning and played. After lunch, she opened the tatami mat, laid a summer futon on the tatami mats, and we took a nap together. The smoke of the mosquito coil was rising slowly. When I woke up, most of the time, I couldn't see my mother sleeping next to me, and she was busy doing housework. In retrospect, she never been told me that she is busy. She was always with me when I asked for it. Since my house was in the mountains, I rarely went out to eat somewhere, and instead my mother cooked any kind of food. One day she saw it in a picture book, and she said she wanted to eat yakitori. She had never eaten it before. My mother made yakitori by sticking chicken on skewers one by one. For the first time in my life, I saw yakitori with the naked eye. I didn't know how to eat it, so I couldn't do well by chewing the meat and removing it from the skewers. Dad and mom were staring at me. Never missing what her daughter experiences for the first time in her life. The place where we, who live in the mountains, go out to play is not an amusement park or a shopping mall, but a campsite further in the mountains from our house.
On a sunny summer day, my mom and I wore a wide-brimmed hat and crossed the subsidence bridge. Dad was carrying a lot of camping equipment. The water crystal pool in the depths of the Yasui Valley was a breathtaking blue color even for us living in the area. The water is so transparent that you can clearly see your shadow on the bottom of the river. I feel a little scared as if I were floating in the air. My mother was an advanced swimmer. She boasted that her mother, who was once a local kid, swam like a kappa every day in the summer. She knew all about the fun of the river. At the same time, she never let her swim in dangerous places on dangerous days. Mom wraps around me, floating. She dived into the water to show her off her skills. Still picked up by her, I became anxious and called out. âMom, don't go.â But mom, she swam in the blue water, as if she couldn't hear me.
One evening, I was playing with my mother's smartphone and saw a strange app. I put it on. When you launch the app, you'll see white and black horizontal stripes lined up. I pointed to what this was and asked my dad who was next to me. Dad looked it and twisted his neck, calling mother, who was preparing dinner. After dinner, mother's hand fixed the smartphone I was holding vertically. I laid it down and found it to be a piano keyboard. As prompted, I pressed one of the keys. There was a "do" sound. I looked at my mother's face. My mother also saw my face, saying that she had come out. It's momâs music production app. Only then did I look around my mother's room and notice. Old records, cassette tapes, and CDs are lined up on the shelves to the end. And if you set them on a record player or cassette deck and pass them through an amplifier, music will be played from the left and right speakers. The collection was a brilliant one that accurately captured the main points of the history of classical, jazz and rock. I didnât know at the time, the value and meaning of such a lineup being packed in a room at the end of the world.
In that room, I pressed the keys of the app one after another and recorded. When played, each sound sounds in the order in which they are arranged. Even if you enter an insane scale, it will play back in a lawful manner. I was so happy that I bounced on my chair. My mother was laughing too. Warm incandescent light was illuminating us. After that, I was crazy about this app. I had my mother lend me a smartphone and I was playing around with it day, night and morning. The operation was intuitive and easy to use. There were words that I couldnât read because it wasnât a children's app. And there were many functions I didn't understand. But I was absorbed in that kind of thing. I was completely absorbed in the exciting new experience of writing songs. I composed a number of songs and previewed them in front of my mother. The mother who finished listening gave me advice in short words each time. If you do xxx, it will be better, or the trick is to do xxx. She sometimes took out some of the records in the collection and listened to them for reference. My mother is neither a musician nor a composer.
I think each piece of advice is accurate even if I look back on it now. Over and over again, she listened to my melody, and she said she noticed something, and she sang herself to make sure it was. When I asked, she said it wasn't bad. She said she was smirking at me as she said. I put the sound in a place that I wouldn't normally put it. I'm sure this song was a failure, and all the work I've done so far will be ruined. But as it gradually takes shape, it seems strangely cohesive, she said. I felt as happy as I wanted to. I'm sure it's my parents' favor, but even if my mother added, I was happy. For me, I'm not making it with the intention of letting someone else listen to it. It would have been nice if only my mother could listen to it. My mother sings along with the song I typed in. Take the tempo with her right hand and sing gently. The voice of mother, who was also a member of the chorus made by her friends, echoed and was transparent.
She listened to my weird songs many times. I was happy and sang along with it. Anyway, itâs a song that is as nice as my mother.
I couldn't. Happy memories of me and mother suddenly end here. And that August has come. After this, all I have is a painful, painful memory. The voice of a little girl crying and crying echoed in the riverbank. A girl was left alone on a sandbar. Is she 4 or 5 years old? She looked smaller than I was. It was so sunny just a while ago, but I noticed it wasn't a blue sky, and it was covered with overcast clouds. The beautiful and calm river was cloudy, flooded, driftwood-filled, and surprisingly fast. I can imagine that it is raining heavily upstream. Before this happened, there were people happily making noise on the opposite bank when the flow was still transparent. They are now staring at the girl on this shore. She wore colorful outdoor clothing that made it easy to see that she probably came from the city, not a local. The girls' clothes were also bright colors that I had never seen. Why did people from the city overlook the girls' flashy colored clothes? Why did she forget her existence and she came back to this shore? What to do with friends, their families, and those who enjoyed fishing and canoeing on the riverbanks.
It seemed that she couldn't do anything, and she had no choice but to stand and look like a stick. It's no wonder you're standing. The violent flow of the river separated the girl from the people. Everyone realized that it couldn't be helped. One of the adults was talking to someone on his cell phone. However, everyone can see that where the girl is, is gradually narrowing. Everyone is aware that it is very unlikely that the rescue team will arrive in time. Therefore, I have no choice but to stand up without being able to do anything. Is it just listening to the girl's crying as it is? At that time, someone picked up the red life jacket beside the canoe.
I went forward while staring at the girl. She was a mother. Mommy, and I hurriedly clung to the hem of her mother's clothes. She realized that what her mother was trying to do was too dangerous. She wouldn't have been anxious. She screamed and pulled hard, trying not to let her go. Mom crouched down and squeezed my hand, and she told me something. At that time I can't remember what mother said. Maybe I was screaming and not ready to hear the words. Mom stood up to shake off my chasing and ran, locking the buckle on her life jacket. I fell down on a stone in the riverbank trying to chase her. Still, I got up and shouted at mother's back. Don't go. I think mom didnât hear my words. While checking the girl's whereabouts, I went around the river, went into the water, and got in the stream to help. It started to rain.
How long has it passed since then? Suddenly the surroundings became noisy. The girl was rescued from the river. Adults are pulling the soaked and tired girl out of the river. I was staring at while getting wet in the rain. People running up. A mixture of joyful voices and crying voices. Are you okay? Open your eyes. I'm glad I was saved ... The girl was wearing the same red life jacket that her mother wore. At that moment, I understood at once what was happening. Mom isnât here.
"Mother ..... Mother .....!"
I looked left and right, searching for her.
Not anywhere.
"Mother ...!"
In the distance, I heard an ambulance siren. The girl was wrapped in a blanket.
Carried by many adults, she leaves the riverbank. Everyone is crazy about it and realizes that my mom isn't there.
She isn't.
"Mom!" Only I raised my voice and kept calling. Many times. Many times. Many times. I don't remember much after that. When I heard that my mother was found all the way down the river, it seemed like a lie. It wasn't long before I realized that the mug that mother was using was missing. Dad put a picture of mother, which he took someday, in a picture frame and put it in a corner of the kitchen. He had to add flowers every day next to it. Neighbors bothered to talk to me every time I met them on the road, listened to me in a friendly way, and encouraged me with tears. Meanwhile, the Internet was flooded with anonymous posts about the accident.
"It's a suicide act to jump into a river flooded by rain"
"It seems that she was confident in swimming, but it's different from the pool."
ăIt is irresponsible for my child to help someone else's child and dieă
ăIf there is an accident, playing in the river will be a nuisance and annoyingă
ăBecause helping people is a good person, this is what happensă
The person who wrote it probably didn't know anything about the actual situation, and the day after he wrote it, he probably forgot what he wrote. However, the person who wrote it keeps sticking in my chest forever. Immediately after the accident, an acquaintance told me with resentment that it was terrible when I saw this. In front of these words, I was too young to understand all the meanings. However, as I grew up and became able to understand the meaning of the words accurately, I continued to suffer from the unconscious malice contained in them. Losing mother.
How should I pass on these writings as a bereaved family, even though I still can't accept them, as if the mother who helped me was all bad?
Aside from me, my mother just smiled in the picture frame in the kitchen. From that accident, I think something has changed decisively from what I used to be. One evening, in mother's room, where dust began to build up, I stood on her chair, hoping to return to her happy memories. And I sang the song I sang with mother. But when I started singing, I realized I couldn't sing at all. My voice became stuck in the back of my throat and couldn't get out of my mouth. I was confused. Something in my heart was suppressing me from singing. Why can't I sing? Tears came out.
Hey mom. Why can't I sing?
It was clear that the reason why singing was so fun and necessary was because my mother listened to it.
However, just because you can't sing... You don't have to worry about anything. Even if you can't sing, no one will blame you. Life just goes on. I went to a local junior high school. The jumper skirt uniform was stuffy. Many of the elementary school classmates went to the town as they went on to school, and there were not half of the students remaining in the local area, so even in junior high school, it became a compound class. Therefore, the chorus practice was accompanied by the vice-principal teacher, and it was decided to sing in all grades. There were three people in all grades. Because there were only three people, I quickly realized that I was just lip-synching without singing. I was asked why I didn't sing, but I didn't say anything. I thought they would get angry, but they didn't get angry. It means that only I can visit from the next practice.
I sat alone in a corner of the music class and watched everyone practice. I may have looked like a lethargic girl who was just silent. But inside that, there are things that can't be translated into words.
I think it was swirling. When I left school and returned home, I irresistibly entered mother's room in the twilight. The twilight light was shining through the window. Cardboard boxes containing tableware and seasonal home appliances that are no longer in use are piled up on the table. It was completely turned into a storeroom. It's been many years since then. It has passed. I listened to the large number of records there, one by one from the edge of the shelf. Days, days, days. By listening earnestly, I managed to calm my rough feelings. But one day, there was a moment when I thought I couldn't bear it anymore. Upon returning, I entered my mother's room, sat down in front of the keyboard, quickly opened the report sheet, and began to write fiercely with a pen to spit out the incomprehensible feelings in my chest. I was almost suffocating if I didn't spit it out. I turned over the paper and continued to write forever. -Why did mother leave me in the river? Why did she choose to help the child who she didn't even know her name rather than live with me? Why am I alone? Why, why, why â I added paper, supplemented with post-it notes, and wrote long, long lyrics. The scale that springs up is notated long and long. Those that were neither were spit out as pictures. It was a swirl of many kinds. It was like a whirlpool floating on the surface, like a black hole that swallowed everything, and like a hole in the top of my head. The floor of the room was filled with pieces of paper with a mixture of lyrics, pictures and sheet music. But suddenly..... I returned to myself and stopped writing. Right now, I've noticed the worthlessness, meaninglessness, ugliness, and helplessness of the words, pictures, and scales I wrote.
What are you doing? I broke the paper. Everything I've written so far.
I threw it in the trash can without hesitation. The bundle of paper looked like a vomit that I had just spit out. Then I became a high school student.
I finally found myself worthless. The uniform tie was stuffy. I crossed the subsidence bridge while looking down and went to school. I took an exam and passed the exam at a junior and senior high school in the center of the city, and transferred from high school. There, I met my childhood friend Shinobu-kun again.
"Shizu.."
"Shinobu-kun ..."
Now that I was in high school, Shinobu-kun looked tall and shining, all different. On the other hand, I didn't seem to have grown at all since then, and I was irresistibly embarrassed and couldn't even talk. What have I been doing so far? I started a new life going to the city from the mountains, but I couldn't get into studying. Even though I had a hard time taking the exam, I just looked out the window during class. Knowing that this shouldn't be the case. Club activities didn't go anywhere. There were very few such students. On the way home, you can see the students devoting themselves to club activities. The track and field club is jumping the training hurdle in a line in the courtyard. The volleyball club is running on the ground. A percussionist in the brass band with a metronome in his ear is striking a stick in the hallway. The Naginata club sits upright in the martial arts hall with a good posture, and thank you for your cooperation, saying before the practice. The first-year students of the baseball club, who have not yet been numbered, stand side by side and watch as if they are digging into the practice of their seniors. I didn't belong anywhere, so I left school quickly. It was already winter. There is a river called Kagami River that flows from east to west in the center of the city. Since the flow is often gentle, the TV tower and buildings on the opposite bank are reflected like a mirror. When I returned to the station through the road beside it, the girls of the light music club carrying the "Chahahaha" musical instrument case overtook me with a light step while laughing. A cute cat-shaped stuffed animal attached to the school bag is shaking. Attached to my school bag was a cheesy plastic plate of "Gutto Koremaru". "Gutto Koremaru" is an egg-shaped character who can poke his hand against the wall and endure the pain. I have a crack in my head, probably because I endured it too much. Of course, it's not cute.
In a dark and narrow corridor.
I resisted, "I can't do it! Hey!", But I was pulled into the room, saying "OK." The soundproof door slammed behind me. Shinboku "Ah!" There was a flashy room in a karaoke box, and the pink and purple lights were spinning mysteriously. It smells of incense. Only for girls in the class.
I heard that it was a social gathering, but when I saw the frenzy of the girls standing on the sofa and shaking their heads, I thought that I could not get into this tension very much.
"Peggie Sue is cute"
"This is the one that is popular in" U ", isn't it?" On the monitor screen on the wall, the popular Az of "U", Peggy Sue, was seen singing in a black rubber dress. Purple lipstick that shakes silver hair. An eccentric beauty with red eyes. Peggy Sue? "U"? Az? Is it popular? I don't know anything. It's like an event in a different world from me. Then, Hitomi suddenly offered a microphone, "Yes." Sing, and so on. "Huh?" Puzzled. Neither the coat nor the muffler is taken off. But "yes" the microphone was pointed again. Why for a child like me who is at the end of a class?
"Sing together?"
"Hey, sing."
The shadows of the girls press the microphones. What do you mean?
"Are you not going to sing alone?"
"Isn't it a lie that you can't sing?"
I see, so itâs this situation.
Dozens of microphones are forced against my face one after another. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Sing"
"Hey, sing?"
"Sing"
Those voices sound like a threat.
"You're telling me to sing."
"Sing!"
"Sing!"
Ahh!
Immediately, the microphone popped off and fell to the floor.
The girls dancing on the sofa suddenly saw me. It's calming down as if I was taken aback.
"What happened? Suzu-chan"
The mic and the shadows of the girls disappeared like a phantom.
"No, nothing. I'm sorry. Hey ..."
Without saying anything, I pushed the door of the karaoke box open by force and went out like crawling. Someone might have heard and told everyone that I couldn't sing.
When I got off the bus, powder snow was flying. I almost slipped down the slope from the bus stop. Even in Kochi, it usually snows in the mountains, aside from the city. When I crossed the subsidence bridge, I heard a crackling sound of thin ice. The surface of the concrete bridge is frozen.
Cold. It's not dexterous enough to get used to everyone, and it's not divisible. On the other hand, Iâm not strong enough to be alone, not prepared, and have no idea.
I don't do anything selfish. Rumors that you can't sing, that's a lie. I'm just not confident in myself for a while. I want to get along with everyone. Really. I know. Of course I know. So "Ah ... Ah ..."
In the middle of the bridge, I impulsively exhaled my voice.
"Ah ... ah ... ah ah"
As I breathed in, cold air sank into my throat. Still, I sang towards the river. "Ah..â
Did I sing? It didn't match a song. It's just a growl. The bag slipped off my shoulder. Will you forgive me if I sing? Can I get along with everyone if I sing? It doesn't help to sing alone in such a place. It's like a scream of a dead end before being crushed. Still, I sang that song with my mother with a squeezed voice. I was happy back then. It's different now. Powder snow was swirling in the flow of the river. Suddenly, in front of me it became pitch black. Nausea swelled from the back of my stomach, and I held my mouth with both hands.
"Uuuuu!"
I crouched on my knees. However, I couldn't stand the momentum of the backflowing gastric juice. I pushed my body forward and vomited towards the clear stream under the bridge. The vomit that was about to kneel and vomit fell to the surface of the water, creating a number of ripples. I spit out everything in my stomach and fell on the bridge. My hair is messed up and my mouth is smeared with gastric juice and smells. It's already spicy. I want to get rid of everything. Shivering and crying as if groaning. Drops of tears ooze on my cold cheeks and tingle. I wish I were gone.
I could hear the slight sound of powder snow folding and piled up right next to me. A notification came to the smartphone that slipped off my bag. It was a message from Hiro-chan.
<< Look at this, Suzu. Itâs so amazing that Iâm seriously laughing. >>
There is a link to somewhere.
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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dcx2NedPVBEdbfQaU-WC0pJMRmn20ASn7HSC0KY9R7E/edit?usp=sharing ~ Google Doc of the English-translated novel.
ryuutosobakasuhime.wordpress.com ~ English fan-site for Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime where translations, scans, and other content is posted.
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