#sorry this is not a spoiler free blog y'all

[adhdfuelednightmare]

I can't stop thinking about how desperate Blitz must have felt in this moment

And how he tried so hard to make his way back to Stolas despite the guards pulling him away, even though his hand was lit on fire

Not to mention the tears pouring down his face when he was pulled out the door, thinking that this would probably be the last time he'd see Stolas alive

How he cried out for Stolas to do anything because it couldn't end like this. This realization that Stolas really does love Blitzø as much as Blitzø loves Stolas hit him during that song and the fact that he would never see him again after that is devastating

So he keeps fighting even though the situation feels impossible, because in that moment it must have felt easier than just accepting that Stolas would be lost to him forever...

If that's not love idk what is

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

I see danganronpa fanfic blog and i click 😈

OKAY ON A SERIOUS NOTE 1ST YOUR LAYOUT IS SO CUTE AND 2ND is it okay if i request like Kaito Momota, Shuichi Saihara, and Maki Harukawa (seperately) x a gender neutral s/o who acts EXACTLY like them? Feel free to just use 1 character or to skip!

A/N: Firstly THANK YOUU secondly I love ur pfp I like kel is soo cute n feel free to send a request anytime also sorry it took a while to come out I've been busy this week, spoilers on Maki's part

Plot: When they dated the exact same person as them

Characters being used: Shuichi Saihara, Maki Harukawa, Kaito Momota

Shuichi

Oh boy that talking stage you both had 😭😭😭, it’s like watching 2 people who have a crush on each other knows the other has a crush on them but yet still don’t know how to even process words to each other yet

And since Kaede and Shuichi were close she had to in between both of you guys awkwardness

But soon or later you both got together and still the quiet reminds somewhat, You usual started the the conversations but you were both to shy with one another lol

And since Kaede and Shuichi were close she had to in between both of you guys awkwardness

Despite being detective it took bro a while that you both acted exactly like the other but he didn't really mind I mean you both were getting along and plus same interests

I guess the pros that came with it, is that you both were really good at investigating with one another and during the trials when Kokichi wants to be annoying you're really helpful with finding out his lies and which is the truth

Overall pretty good!!

Maki

You were as quiet as her, I mean you both liked each other in a romantic way but neither of you are romantic in such a way

You usually started the conversations and she’ll carry em out or she’ll start it but most of the time it’s just you lol

If you guys have nothing to talk, you two would just together enjoy each other’s company in silence

Maki was a bit weirded out by the fact you were like the 2nd version but then again you both got along so not really much of her to think about it.

You both equally hated Kokichi and but you would get annoyed by him faster than she does.

You both are very open with each other so you were the first person to know about her actually ultimate, She was a bit worried you might leave her over it or might not want her anymore because she lied about her ultimate to you but to her surprised you stayed with her. Didn't even overreact on it either.

Private workouts togetherrrr

Def investigating with each other even if you both found nothing at least you both tried together

Once the killing game got more insane Maki want you stay by her side not wanting you to get hurt even if you know how to defend yourself. She still wanted to be there.

Lowkey she was promise you both would survive the killing game.

Kaito

The amount of time you both talked at the same time and even said the same thing at the same time, it’s like both of you were sharing a brain cell lol

Kaito didn't mind you exactly like he actual finds funny and cute

You both workout with each other from time to time and always so supportive of each other

When someone talks one of you down the other would stick up even if they get talked down too

You both equally have you're dumb moments honestly lol

He didn't want you around Koichi or anyone he found suspicious especially once the killing game gets more heated, He'll mostly trust you alone with Shuichi and Maki

Bro WILL rant about space to you and how he's so excited to soon and says how both of you are going to leave the killing game and he's gonna send pics of space even if there's no service

You both are the motivational speakers of the group if anyone is scared or worried about dying you both will motivate the hell out of em till they feels safe once more

Ofc y'all are investigating together most it's just the 2 of investigating with Shuichi honestly lol

[thebrookesnook]

Hmm, I'm surprisingly calmer this chapter (it's the stress i'm telling ya) and so much yapping to be done for EndoChika istg. I'm sorry for sidelining our savior Ume for the nth time, I'll make it up to you king i swear 😭🙏.

My thoughts on Chapter 152 of Wind Breaker so spoilers ahead!

First, the title ("Symbols") is so very fitting let me tell ya.

Secondly, idk why but Sakura being worried for Umemiya is so heart warming 🥹. My son, oh my, have you have grown so much 🥹😭🤧. I hope he gets to do the "babe this isnt you" that other people have said about in previous chapters, but like in the funniest way possible.

Thirdly, this panel of Ume is insane!! LIKE THE EYEE, THIS IS BOFURIN'S LEADER Y'ALL. BEAT HIM UP UME!!

Fourthly, Endo and Takiishi tattoo lore drop??? Not me thinking that tattoo on Endo's left deltoid m. was exclusively for himself then Takiishi takes of his jacket only to reveal the same tattoo as well!?

AND THEN PROCEEDS TO LORE DROP THAT HE DREW THE TATTOO HIMSELF??? Moreover, TAKIISHI AGREED?? these two make me sick (/affectionate)

(TAKIISHI LOOKS SO TINY HELP WHAT-)

AND OF COURSE HE TOOK GREAT CARE IN FINDING SMTHING THAT FITS TAKIISHI SO WELL.

I made a visual for comparison:

(Btw, the "kuzushi" is actually a JP martial arts term for unbalancing an opponent + there's a story behind the Kunikuzushi: to briefly sum it up, a military commander from the Sengoku Period by the name of Ōtomo Sōrin had obtained an ichibiya likely imported from Portuguese Goa, India and used it for battle in other countries hence its name Kunikuzushi.)

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Man's so gay he literally made a soulmark tattoo for his boo. Even Sakura could see it.

Endo lowkey be fantasizing an period dramas in his head with Takiishi and I can respect that.

Him also being jealous of Umemiya that he's the center of Takiishi's thoughts is so hwkwkfksl. Ume would very much like to not be Takiishi's center of attention and can you please get your boyfriend back, please and thank you. This guy I swear, I'm embarrased for you and all your boy failure. Keep doing you hun.

Lastly, this chapter has made Endo more & more relatable and I don't know how I feel about that so I made memes about it:

He's part of the art community my guys. (Not surprising considering he is a prodigy).

Thank you again Nii-sensei for the chapter and to Jacqueline Fung for the official translation 🙏 Please go and support them via the official international release in Kodansha.

(P.S. I've decided to move my wbk content on a new blog specifically for wbk. That also means new chapter rants will be there to for the forseeable future. So if you wanna check that out, come visit me @transient-winds )

[project-retina]

Signing off!

Yeah. to put it bluntly: I just am not interested in the idea of this ask blog anymore. I had fun while it lasted, but, I don't think it'll continue. I'll keep the blog up for archival reasons, and if anyone else in the fanbase wishes to pick up where I'm leaving this off, they can feel free to do so.

The reason i'm officially ending it here is because 1, I don't wanna pull a valve and leave y'all waiting for closure any longer 2, I just have better ideas for the IEYTD franchise. Better Au ideas etc. etc. 3, I was way too ambitious with the scope of this AU. Took on more than I could chew, yknow?

I will definitely continue creating IEYTD content every now and then on my main blog (@bugtoast) in case any of y'all are worried about that, but as for this blog, I think i'm done.

I'm really sorry to anyone who was enthusiastic about this blog (especially my besties in this fandom YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE /positive), but it just isn't continuing.

I'm forever grateful to anyone who sent asks or drew fanart or even just reblogged with little messages in the tags! you all gave me all the encouragement and more that I could've ever needed. To you, thank you.

Anyways, as promised when i made this blog, here's what the plotline of this comic WOULD'VE been if it had been finished. Spoilers will be present under the "Read more".

Basically, Phoenix does the third game missions (with juniper now being stuck with Handler), but when they awake on the beach, they're found by a zoraxis member.

The Zoraxis member obviously brings Phoenix to Zor, and Phoenix learns of Zor's next master plan: To find a way to control time, so that they can go back in time and destroy the agency before it even started.

It's here that we learn that Zor used to be Reggie(Handler)'s Handler before something happened that forced Reggie to retire to his current position, and that Handler and Zor used to have a similar relationship to that of Phoenix and Handler's current one.

There was more, but I honestly forgot what happens next. All i remember from here on out is that Zor and the Main crew end up teaming up, destroying the Agency (which was the real villain the whole time) and all ends up good.

I know it isnt the best plotline, but its the one I came up with and had in mind for this ask blog while writing it.

I don't really have much else to say. Just? thank you for reading, and thank you all for supporting me up until this point.

[oldphanny]

Heyoo I just wanted to make a quick post about tit, regarding what will, won't and might be posted on this blog!

My tour date is 9th December 2024 (Sydney Night 1). This blog will remain (mostly) Spoiler Free until after this date. What does that mean?

Things that I will be posting, reblogging, and discussing prior to my tit date are:

● Merch/Photocards

● M&G stuff (including photos/anything said or done during a m&g)

● Social Media Posts (made by dnp about tit/travelling etc)

● Teasers, Trailers or Interviews (posted public on any channels or social media beyond what we've seen)

● Preshow Stuff (this will be limited to text posts/reactions regarding what has been discussed or maybe photos/short clips depending on the context (one of them stacks it or they have cute outfits on as random examples))

I don't personally view any of these as spoilers to the show itself. If you have different interpretations of what's considered a spoiler then you may need to avoid my blog for the time being.

Things I will never post prior to my tit date are :

● Photos, Videos or Audio files of anything to do with the show itself

● Audio or Video of Preshows

● Transcripts of the show itself or Preshows

● Any post discussing particular segments in length

These I consider to be spoilers (I'm personally looking at all Preshow stuff but I know some people don't want to see that stuff so I will be limiting my posting on that as outlined)

Here are some things that may make me want to post:

● Phan Conspiracies

● Off script comments to one another

● Funny/Memeable moments that happen during the show but weren't actually scripted/intended

● Revealing of new Phan information in general

I will absolutely be keeping these posts to a minimum, but I can't speak for what is about to come within the next few months. Anything in the orange category will be tagged appropriately #titspoilers and other variations. So, if you have censorship in place for that tag, you shouldn't see those few posts that may or may not be made. (I have already made one, but it was tagged)

Hope this helps, and I'm sorry to the people who may need to dodge my blog for a while. I will be adding these lists to my pinned post for future reference! Love Y'all and hope we can all have fun within this tit era together!!

[shiongenkai]

Welcome to my humble abode!

This is a blog dedicated to my current hyperfixation, Tokyo Debunker. I'll be posting / rbing general things related to it, like theories or fanart, etc. It is not spoiler free, but spoilers are tagged for two weeks post-release.

This blog will be a no discourse zone. Sorry y'all. I won't engage in ship discourse or anything of the sorts. If you don't like what I post, just block and move on! That's what I do!

Also, I'm an adult (20+) and not comfortable talking to people younger than 16. I use basically any pronouns except she/her, so feel free to go crazy with it. Feel free to call me Eset. I speak English (Native) and Japanese (Around N3), so use whichever you'd like.

I currently can only use Tumblr on my phone, so posts may be hella scuffed until I can amend that.

Misc. Tokyo Debunker Information and Tag Explanation under the read-more

Server: EA-1

Fave House: Jabberwock and Sinostra

Fave Characters: Towa Otonashi | Taiga Hoshibami | forbidden Shion Genkai | Yuri Isami | Haru Sagara

Ships I May Talk About (Name not based on JP conventions): HaruTowa | RomiBami | JiroYuri | RenRitsu | and then so many Subaru ships. so many. That man can kiss.

Note that this is not exhaustive and I am a multishipper for a lot of characters.

Miscellaneous: I have a TD oc I may post about! I also write fanfic, but I haven't posted any yet lmao. I currently have a document with over 30k words of notes on this game, because I am normal.

Tags I'll frequently use are:

Character Names (self explanatory for searching ease)

Eset Speaks (General text posts made by me)

Eset TD (General posts about Tokyo Debunker made by me)

Eset Theories (Theories made specifically by me)

Eset Essay (Long ass posts by me, usually analysis)

EseTL (My personal translations)

KTSKK (OC tag, posts abt my OC)

Not TD (also self explanatory, for rare times this happens)

TD Spoilers (Used for new TD story up to the next release. Basically, I'll tag smth as spoilers 'till the new one comes out)

Other tags will be largely self-explanatory, so I won't add them unless they have a need to.

[fountainpenguin]

Traffic Time

[Inhales deeply]

I hope y'all are ready to be reminded that I am traffic life trash because boy we are going for a ride.

I was on Tumblr hiatus throughout most of 2021 and 2022, so y'all didn't get to see me liveblog Double Life and Limited Life (I'll have to dig up the doodles I posted on other platforms... I also did a ton of Naked and Scared and Skyblock doodles because... Imp and Skizz my beloveds <3), but I plan to reblog stuff to this blog too.

I've also got a shiny new Life fan series 'fic ready to go. It's called Dog's Life and it'll update Tuesdays. Is this the dawn of a new era where I actually post short chapters?? idk

At the moment I'm just planning the one 'fic since I don't have a lot of plans to mess with the world itself and all I really want to do is a character analysis 'fic about arranged marriages and consensual murder, but I'd love to write one nice 'fic for all my fandoms before I retire from 'fic writing someday, so here we go!

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Tags to block [if you want to] will be #trafficblr / #traffic life smp and my 'fic is #Dog's Life. Also, I'll use #traffic soulmates to cover reblogs / fanart of the Double Life soulmate pairs and #Imp and Skizz for anything Naked and Scared and/or their Skyblock.

I'll use #mcyt too which will cover all the Minecraft YouTuber content regardless of server.

I'm not in the habit of reblogging blood to this blog [hashtag author has hemophobia :') ] but there might be a little here and there depending on my mood, which I'll tag as #tw blood if they end up here. Not likely, but better safe than sorry.

If we get a Traffic Life Season 5, I'll also make a new post with my season spoiler tag so you can block that if you like. I'll also use the tag #traffic life spoilers for content I personally deem spoilery, but if you're trying to avoid spoilers in general... tread with caution here, because I'm not planning to tag all the things that happen as spoilers.

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My queue is already full of 200+ posts of my usual fandom content, so that's not going away- I'm just throwing a new fandom into the mix because... when you love relationship drama combined with unhinged violence as much as I do but you've got a blood phobia, then man is it nice to have a SFW, blood-free fighting series to sink your teeth in <3

I do highly recommend giving 3rd Life [AKA Traffic Life Season 1] a chance if you haven't before because it's a lot of fun-- I feel like it has a similar vibe to my writing style which is very "large cast of characters," "relationship drama," "up and down emotional jolts," "domestic stuff," "fluff pivoting into angst," and "magical realism," so if you follow this blog and enjoy my other fanfics, maybe you'll like the Life series too.

I think that covers everything. Enjoy!

[thatoneguy031]

Okay, the whole "storywriting" thing isn't really working, especially not with the way my blog doodad works.

So, a few changes I suggest, and I want to hear y'alls opinion on them:

Make the stories more scattered/Talk about them whenever, however: I can't really find my old posts, even with the tags on my pinned post, so I want to tell my stories in a less organized manner. Besides, I might have ADHD, and I have a hard time focusing on so many things at a time. That might be another reason why asks aren't answered faster, too. Sorry about that, by the way.

Let characters answer whatever: I dunno, I just feel like the whole "spoilers" thing might not even work, especially since I wasn't taking them too seriously to begin with. Heck, I literally confirmed that Trevor's story is a gag plot or whatever humans call them, so it would check out.

Changing my pinned post at some point: I'm not replacing the one I already have, I'm just rewriting some stuff regarding my aforementioned stories, mainly the ones about Jason, Chris, and Delta. This was when I was still getting used to the whole Rotomblr thing, and when I didn't really know what I was doing. This is a site for jokes and games, and I'm a jokey-gamey dude. And, it serves as an excuse for me to blabber about basically anything about them.

On top of that, this is sort of a reminder that you can ask me basically anything regarding my hobbies, battle experience, or anything really. And, with me getting a tablet at some point, maybe I can draw the answers too.

Again, I sincerely apologize for any kind of inconvenience this can cause, and I'm still giving you all the option to let this stay how it was before. I'm just excited to talk about the stuff I've worked on for a while, and I don't think that the way I was doing it before was cutting it. I just think that this'll be a little easier on me.

And, the reason why I say I might have ADHD instead of having it flat-out stated is because I've never gotten an official diagnosis. It was a mix of laziness on my part, and being too broke to go to a Pokemon Center. Basic healing is free, but that's for the superficial stuff, like basic cuts and bruises. If it comes to the stuff I'm concerned about, it's gonna cost a pretty penny.

Either way, if I do have it, I don't want it to get in the way of the things I've been doing already. Like I've said before, I just want to make it easier on myself.

Stay awesome, dudes!

[animeficwriter]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG :D

💙🩶🤍 Fic/Drabble/Writing Requests: OPEN 🤍🩶💙

Hello there y'all! You can call me Blueheart or Silver, and welcome into my humble abode! I enjoy reading and writing fanfics within various fandoms and about characters that I enjoy (although i am open to leaving my comfort zone and broadening my horizions).

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Some things to keep in mind while visiting:

• I am a very nervous person, so I will likely run away if I get too overwhelmed. I promise it's not you guys. I just need a minute to calm myself and reboot. Please try and be patient with me.

• I do enjoy tickling in both a SFW sense and a NSFW sense. Although I will likely keep the NSFW part to myself and away from this blog. I apologize in advance if I make anyone uncomfortable.

• I do not enjoy talking about IRL tickling and teases. I am strictly a fictional enjoyer when it comes to tickles. In addition, I am not comfortable RPing with anyone about tickling, fictional or not.

• Please make sure that my writing requests are OPEN before sending anything in!

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BASIC INFORMATION

💙 Willing to write SFW and NSFW-ish things (ex: bondage/restraints, slight torture, etc.) We can discuss.

💙 I would like anyone wanting to make a request to do so in my ask box when it is open. I just feel like it will easier for the both of us and make me less nervous.

💙 I will write for the fandoms in my fandom list, although feel free to ask me if you are unsure. I might forget to add some.

💙 I am willing to write for a variety of ships excluding certain things such as incest or adults/minors. Be sure to check out my Will Not Write List for those that I will NOT do. I will also write both platonic and romantic pairings.

💙 I am not interested in writing Character x readers. Sorry y'all!

💙 I reserve the write to decline prompts or requests at any time. I shall try not to do so but I promise I will let y'all know if I decline one.

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WILL WRITE:

• Tickling, Fluff*, Angst, AUs*, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Depression and topics similar to those.

• Ships: Just about anything unless specified. Please feel free to ask about anything else!

WILL NOT WRITE:

• Feet tickles*, rape, self-harm and possibly other heavy triggering topics.

• Ships: Kiyoko/Yachi, Ukai/Takeda, Shirofuku/Suzumeda, Akane/Alisa, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, Hiyoko/Mahiru, Toko/Komaru. Possibly more to be added. Please feel free to ask about anything else!

*Fluff: I'm not THAT confident in my ability to write it but I shall try my best!

*AUs: I don't like writing for certain AUs, nor do I do well with a vague idea. Please feel free to ask me about it though!

*Feet tickles: Self explanatory. It just ain't my thing. Sorry to disappoint anyone.

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FANDOM LIST:

• Haikyuu

• Danganronpa (THH and SDR2 preferably)

• Pokemon (Currently obsessed with Sword and Shield. Mostly into it for the pokemon)

• Ace Of Diamond

• Obey Me (Original and Nightbringer. Not that far into Nightbringer. I don't really mind spoilers for either)

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ANDDDDDD THAT IS ABOUT IT Y'ALL. THANK YOU FOR READING AND PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY HERE!!!!!!

[gingernut1314]

Little Game Pt. 3

Dracule Mihawk x F!Reader

Summary: Mihawk has found you again. Found you under the protection of Red-Haired Shanks and a breath's kiss away from death's door after crossing blades with a Warlord far less kind than Mihawk. The game is still a foot, but as Mihawk comes to find out, winning is not as easy as he thought it would be.

Warnings: Lottttsss of angst (soooo sorry to all the angst disliker out there. I was in the mood for pain), fluff is you use a microscope, Mild spoilers for the anime

Word Count: 6.8K

Setlist:

Sentimental

On the Nature of Daylight

A/N: I got a little free time this weekend and got some writing done which has been nice! So here y'all goooo!! And....sorry for the long ass word count, I kinda blacked out and came to only to find it sitting there 😬😂 I hope you enjoy it regardless of all the pain and word count! I sure did have fun writing it!

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You never slept. 

It was the conclusion Mihawk had come to after days of trying to best you at your game. He could try storming your forest in the middle of the day, the break of morning, or in the dead of night and you would be there, blocking his path--knocking him back onto the black sands of the beach he had made camp on. 

You never slept. Never ate. Never rested. You were always there, tracking him like some jungle cat. 

“Given up, runt?” Your silky smooth voice spoke from somewhere behind where he sat on the beach, a fire snapping and cracking before him. 

You had ventured out of your shadowy woods. A rare occasion. 

Mihawk continued to prepare the fish he had caught just a few minutes prior to your arrival. His yellow eyes never once traveled to find you, despite his overwhelming want to look upon your mystical beauty. 

“Hardly.” He huffed, cutting away a slab of white flesh from the fish before him, skewering it on a sharped stick. 

Your footfalls were silent. So silent he might have not heard them had he not been listening to you. To the way your breath fell from your lungs, how your hair moved in the slight breeze that brushed past them, how your fingers tapped lightly at something wooden you carried. 

“Do all you pirates only live off a diet of fish and water?” You asked, now at his side. Mihawk kept his eyes away from you. Away from the distraction you had become to him as he roasted the bit of fish over the fire. 

“Do all you wood nymphs live off a diet of air? Or do you eat the twigs littering the forest floor?” He heard you give a small huff in something a kin to amusement. 

“We feed off the souls of those we choose to torment.” Humor. You were--joking with him. “Be thankful I haven’t claimed yours.”

Mihawk’s eyes could hardly keep away from you any longer and he turned his head slightly to give in to your distraction. And what a distraction you were. So--stunningly distracting. Such a collection of danger and beauty. You were a creature come straight from myth. 

 It had Mihawk wishing to grab your wrist and pull you into him. To partake in all the pleasures of the body. Pleasures he had never allowed himself because they were a distraction. 

He had a goal. A goal he could not afford to be distracted from. 

“And tell me, Guardian. Why haven’t you claimed my living soul?” You blinked down at him, tapping at the wooden box you held in your hands once more. 

“And end our game? I think not.” You said, a playful smirk on your lips before brushing off the topic entirely when you knelt beside him. Your eyes, so sharp and shielded against any true emotions you might be feeling blinked at him again. He watched as your lashes brushed against the tops of your cheeks in an airy kiss.  

Mihawk felt his body stir at your closeness. A closeness that was not brought on by battle, but of your own free volition. 

Again he was distracted by you. Distracted and all but unguarded against any sort of attack you might wield against him. Distracted because all he could think of was your lips and your hair and your cheeks and your stunning eyes. Distracted and wanting to lean into such distractions. To grab you and hold you against his body and keep you there.

“Have you ever had garum?” Mihawk blinked at you, eyes sharpening as he processed what you had said. 

“No.” Was all Mihawk could muster up at that moment when your rarity was overwhelming his typical sense of clarity. You huffed, inviting yourself to sit in the black sand next to him. “What are you--”

“You’ve traveled the dangers of the Grand Line and found this island, yet you don’t know what garum is.” Mihawk watched you tap the side of the box once more. He felt his anger rise in his chest, but he was quick to quell it. To calm its raging fires because you were merely looking for a reaction. Looking for his anger to snap forward as it so eagerly wanted. “And you wish for Achilles to train you without knowing anything about the man.”

“Your father isn’t a subject one can find in some book. He is a man of legend.” You gave a dramatic roll of your eyes, pulling the top off the wooden box in your hands. The smell of something bitter hit Mihawk’s nose instantly. 

“Yes, yes. My father is one to keep himself shrouded in mystery.” You said it like it was hardly a big deal. Like Achilles wasn’t one of the most extraordinary men to ever grace the earth. You scooted closer, causing Mihawk’s body to tense. “This isn’t garum.” You said, snagging the bit of fish he had been roasting. 

Again, his anger rose. Rose and wished to snap its wicked jaws around your neck and dig deep. Instead, he allowed you to take it from his hand and pull the fish from its skewer. 

“Then why cause me such grief?” Mihawk asked, a bite in his voice. 

“Well, it is garum, but not in the traditional sense. The recipe has been modified for those on this island. Local spices and herbs to make it more--palatable.” You said, tearing a bit of roasted flesh and dipping it into the brownish, red sauce in one of the compartments within the box. “Here.” You held the bit of sauce-covered fish out for him to take. 

Mihawk eyed it. Eyed you. You who he had been fighting day in and day out for the past week. You who he had every intention of besting. You who had every reason to keep him out of your forest. Every reason to poison the very food you offered him. 

“What is it?” He questioned, gingerly taking the bit of fish from you despite his better judgment. 

Soft. Your fingertips were soft. And cold. So utterly cold it sent goosebumps rushing up Mihawk’s arm. 

“You don’t want to know. Just try.” You all but commanded him, tearing another bit of fish and dipping it in the thickish sauce you refused to tell him of. He watched as you bit into your food. Watched as your tongue appeared to wipe up a bit of the sauce you had failed to scoop into your mouth before it disappeared once more. 

The strange sauce was not poisoned at least. 

You gestured for Mihawk to eat and he did as he was told--such a strange thing to do. To all but be commanded by you. To not fight for once. 

Distracting. You were a distraction. 

The bitter sauce had Mihawk’s nose crinkling and that wicked bellow of a laugh spilling from the very lips that he found he wanted to feel. 

Would they be as soft as your fingertips? As cold as your skin? 

“Dislike it?” Mihawk crewed and swallowed, clearing his throat against the taste. 

“It is fine.” But you continued to find him amusing. Continued to laugh. 

“You better learn to crave it because it is my father’s favorite condiment. He puts it on everything.” He watched as you extended the wooden box full of a variety of foods out to him. He spotted what looked to be quail eggs, bits of bread, and an assortment of fruits. 

“Why haven’t you killed me? Why share a meal with me?” Mihawk asked, his frustration spiking fast in his chest. You watched him for a long moment. A moment full of sharp, cold eyes that Mihawk found he could not look away from.

“I should kill you in your sleep. Should toss your body into the sea where some crustation can feed off your body. I’ve done it to many a pirate that tried to storm my forest…but Achilles has asked me to refrain from doing as such to you. At least for a month's time.” Mihawk froze. Rivers Achilles knew he was here. Knew he was here and was ordering his daughter--his Guardian of the Wood--to allow him to prove himself. Giving him time to do so.

“He will train me if I pass you? Truly?” You gave a deep huff, wiggling the box for him to take from it. He grabbed a piece of warm bread before you placed the box in the black sand that lay between them. 

“Like I said, you will not pass me so there is no bother worrying about such things.” Oh, but there was reason. Mihawk would be trained by Rivers Achilles. Training that would bring him that much closer to his blood-bound vow. “Are you a pirate?” You asked, changing the subject. 

“I thought you were convinced I was one.” You narrowed your eyes at him, popping the last of the bit of fish into your mouth. 

“One can never be too sure.” Mihawk huffed--amused. You were amusing him. 

Distraction. That’s all you were. 

“Of a sort,” Mihawk answered, dipping his bread into the bitter and near-acidic sauce. You smirked at his actions, grabbing for one of the quail eggs. “Why do you ask?”

“Pirates travel the world. They see--everything. Would you…” You hesitated. A hesitation he had yet to see take over you before. It pulled all of Mihawk’s attention to you. To your utter rarity that was a distraction unlike any other he had beheld. “Would you tell me of the world?”

“The--world?” He asked on a near-stunned blink. You nodded all but sheepishly.

“I was born and raised on this island. I have never left.” You said through near force, like you knew you should keep every part of your life a secret from him. 

Mihawk thought it over. The wicked, hate-filled side of himself whispered to do no such thing. To chuck the food you were sharing with him into the fire and kill you where you sat. To march into those woods and be trained under the likes of River Achilles so he could crush every last Marine he came across. 

But the other side of himself--the side that willed him to sit in the sand next to you. That quelled his anger and was so utterly and thoroughly distracted by you, won. 

“I have been to an island covered in snow and ice. Its people are kind and their king is supposedly a reflection of it. I was wounded at the time, but I was lucky to find it a land full of doctors and medics.” Mihawk started.

That excited light flooded your eyes and you scooted that much closer to him, cracking open your egg. Mihawk--gravitated towards you. Towards your rarity--your distraction. Leaned in as close as his pride and yours would allow and told you story after story of his adventures throughout the seas.

“Where is she?” Mihawk all but hissed as he stormed the beach he had tracked you to. A beach currently littered with the likes of the Red-Hair pirates. Pirates he was holding back from killing by a near thread. A few pirates scrambled away, going to alert their captain of his presence while the rest backed away, parting for him like some mystical sea. 

“Ah, Hawk-Eyes. To what do I owe this wonderful pleasure?” Red-haired Shanks spoke joyfully as he approached him, a grin that drove Mihawk mad on his face. Mihawk stopped before the man. Stopped so close their chests brushed against each other and Mihawk could bear the weight of his rage into the eyes of the captain. 

Shanks hardly flinched. Hardly bayed or fearfully looked away. He took the weight of Mihawk’s gaze--weathered it as few others could and bore his own weighted gaze back at him. A gaze that Mihawk physically felt shake his very being. 

“I will not ask again. Where is she?” 

“Y/N?” Shanks asked in an attempt to anger him. And anger Mihawk became. An anger that he had been keeping at bay for years. Had trained it away in himself. But now--now with you somewhere on this island and with this red-haired fool, it had his anger brewing as it once did in his youth. “Safe.” Mihawk’s fingers twitched. Oh, how he wished to cut through this man. How he wished to wipe that idiotic grin from his features. 

“Why was she in Alabasta?” Shanks shrugged his shoulders.

“Beats me. Stubborn women, that one.” Mihawk knew that. He knew of your natures. Natures he wanted Shanks to know nothing of. 

“She was wounded. Gravely. Take me to her instantly.” Shanks pulled his hand from within the darkness of his cloak and clasped it over Mihawk’s shoulder. A hand Mihawk physically had to restrain from cutting clean off. 

“My medic is tending to her. She will live.” Mihawk threw Shanks' last remaining hand off his shoulder. 

“Crocodile is not one to leave his victims with breath in their lungs. If she managed to escape his sands then she is hardly living.” 

“Well, a poison hook to the gut will do that to most.” Mihawk shoved past the man, uncaring of his power or status. Uncaring that he most likely would bring hellfire upon himself by all but disrespecting Shanks as such. 

“She asked me to keep you away from her, Mihawk.” Mihawk continued to walk. To storm over the beach and over to where he had spotted a gray tent by the edge of the jungle. “She sailed miles while on her deathbed to ask this of me.”

He wanted to ignore that fool--to pretend as he usually did that words could never hurt him. But he found his anger spiking in his hurt at Shanks' words. That you had sought out and asked him--Shanks of all people, to keep Mihawk away from you.

“You may try to stop me but that means nothing to me.” Mihawk all but hissed, growing ever closer to the tent he knew in his soul she would be. Shanks never attacked. Only followed after Mihawk, a small sigh leaving his nostrils. 

“You’re funeral, mate.” Mihawk flung the flaps of the gray tent open, entering only to freeze. 

There you were, laying surrounded by pillow after pillow on a plush bedroll he had no doubt was Shanks', a fact that nearly sent him seeing red again had you not let out a shuddery breath. 

Pale. You were too pale--fragile. Mihawk wouldn’t have been surprised if even the slightest of touches would shatter you like some porcelain doll. 

He hated seeing you, such a strong and fierce woman, like this. Brought to your near death bed by filthy tricks and dishonor. 

His mind flickered back to when he had tracked you down to the dry lands of Alabasta. Had tracked you down just as you were leaving again, in a condition any normal person would have already felt death's cold kiss in. There had been a brawl, that much he was sure of, seeing the broken and battered bodies you had left in your wake. 

Civilians screamed and some cried as they rushed away from the scene. A man, wearing the Baroque Works emblem on the crest of his head, wobbled to his knees, blood pouring from a deep gash to his side. He knew his mistake as soon as Mihawk swooped upon him--that he should have stayed down and died before the Warlord ever stepped foot in this city. 

 Mihawk had beaten what had happened to you out of him. That you had come, wielding your perfect chaos against the few Baroque Works agents that had been following you for days before storming Rainbase, looking for the Warlord that resided in its heart. 

Mihawk had killed the man before following your trail. Rainbase was left in a state of panic and celebration after your arrival. He grabbed one civilian celebrating more than Mihawk enjoyed, hardly having to lay a finger on the man before he was spilling every last detail of what had happened to Mihawk.

You had hardly made it to the bridge that led to Rain Dinners before its owner stopped you in a swirl of sand and poisoned hooks. The Warlord had left your corpse in the street with the relieved city folk, only for you to rise from the dead and stumble away. 

He had wanted to march into that golden fortress Crocodile hid in and erase him from the face of the earth, something he would have done without a second thought had he not seen the pool of blood so thick it was nearly black on the ground. 

Your blood. Blood that trailed in pools here and there, leading to wherever you had gone. A trail he followed until they disappeared into the sea, you and your boat long since sailed away.  

It took him too long to find you again. Find you dying and in the hands of an Emperor of the Sea. 

“Have you counteracted the poison?” 

“Yes--”

“She lost too much blood, has she--” A warm hand found its way to rest on Mihawk’s shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“I currently have one of the best doctors the Blue Seas has to offer on my crew. She is in good hands.” Mihawk brushed Shanks' hand off his shoulder, a snarl he found he could not and would not hold back bared Shanks’ way.  

“But is he the best?” Shanks merely gave him a pitying smile, unfazed by Mihawk’s returned temper and biting words. 

“I would bet good berry on it.” Mihawk clenched his fist, his nails digging into the thin skin of his palm. Dug so deep the skin broke under their assalt. 

“That’s not good enough.” He hissed. 

“What do you propose then? You cannot move her. She is in no condition for travel. She has been in and out of consciousness for a day and a half, fighting death herself off.” Shanks’ words did nothing to calm the storm raging wild within himself. Only made it scorch and turn into a fire hotter than those burning in hell. “Let her rest.” 

Sand burned at your lungs. Hot, boiling sand that invaded your nose and ears and mouth and eyes. Sand that took and took and took and would never stop taking until it took all it could from you.  

Cruel, dark laughter. A wicked hook--pain ripping through your abdomen. Pain that twisted and wound its way through your veins. A pain that burned like lava had been poured just beneath your skin. 

Your heart slowed painfully, making you heave for air with every breath you took. Your body grew cold--numb. 

You were going to die. Die before you could finish your goal--your vow. 

You were going to die and you would have never seen him again. Never seen those sharp yellow-gold eyes again. Eyes as bright as yellow marigolds. 

Cold…so cold. 

That was your father's laugh echoing through the pain. A laugh you hadn’t heard that deep and rich since your mother had been killed. Since he had held you both tight in his arms on rainy nights, sitting before a burning fire and telling you two stories of danger and adventure. 

A hand reached out for you. Two hands. You’re parents, smiling warmly down at you--reaching for you. 

“Come home.” They seemed to whisper. “Come home.” 

You wanted to go home. You were so tired--cold. 

You reached--

Yellow-gold eyes stared down at you. Worry. There was such worry in them. You blinked, your eyes dry and your body heavy--numb. A body that didn’t feel like yours. Lips moved--he was saying something to you. Something quick and urgent. 

“Come home.” 

You ran through the forest with your mother as she taught you the duties the Guardian of the Wood undertook. She smiled warmly at you--reached for you.

A voice called for you. A voice that floated into the forest from the black beach. A beach you had spent many nights sitting on with that voice. A voice you knew like your own beating heart. 

"Come home." Your mother whispered, blocking the voice calling for you. A voice that...You're home was destroyed. Burned to the ground. You're home wasn't here on this island anymore. Home was...home was familiar. Was a person. That voice.

“Come home.” Your father whispered. A whisper that voice broke up again and again and again--

“Y/N.” Pain shook your body as you sucked in a deep breath. A breath so dry it stung at your throat and lungs. Your vision blurred as you struggled to feel your body again. A body that burned in a pain that wanted to keep you down. 

No. No, you wouldn’t stay down. Not when you still had a vow to fulfill. A vow that would allow you to retire your title of Marine Hunter and find those yellow-gold eyes.

Warm hands caressed your skin. Hands that anchored you in your blinding pain. Hands that slowly, with every little touch, cleared the fog behind your eyes. 

Mihawk knelt over you, eyes searching your face a mile a minute. Mihawk who looked more worried than you think you had ever seen him in his life. A deep, deep worry for you. 

“I’m--” Your throat was so dry it was painful to talk. “I’m gonna kill that red-haired drunkard.” At least you would punch him in his lightly breaded jaw. You had told Shanks to keep Mihawk away. To throw him off your scent until you either died or got better. Though you knew once Mihawk had a scent in his nose he never gave it up until his target was found.

Mihawk closed those yellow eyes of his on a relieved sigh. 

“And I will hold him down as you do.” He said, looking at you once more. “What were you thinking? You nearly died.” 

“You think I do not know that?” You hissed as best as your dry throat would allow. Of course, you had. You probably should be dead, having failed in such a horrid way. Failed against a man who you should have been strong enough to kill. 

You huffed, pulling an arm you could still hardly feel up to swat Mihawk’s hands away from your face. He gave an annoyed huff of his own, sitting back on his calves. 

“Why would you go after Crocodile? What would killing him have gained you?” 

“I wasn’t trying to kill him.” You said, gritting your teeth against the pain that rippled through your abdomen as you tried to pull yourself up. Mihawk’s hand was back on you, holding you down in an annoyingly, aggravating way. You all but growled up at him. “Sit me up this instant.” You demanded, grabbing at his wrist. 

“If not to kill him, what business did you have going anywhere near his territory?”

“Let me up and maybe I will consider telling you.” Mihawk’s eyes narrowed down at you. Narrowed in frustrated anger that mirrored your own. 

Of course now of all time you could get a reaction out of him. And of course, it was during a time you couldn’t truly enjoy it. 

Mihawk gave a long blink before he was gently placing a hand under your upper back, his other reaching over you to cradle your head. Ever so slowly, Mihawk pushed you upward. 

Pain shot through your stomach and you were quick to grit your teeth to keep from shouting out. To keep from letting him know of such things because you knew he would stop as soon as you did. 

You heaved a heavy breath as you slumped over, holding your stomach which felt as if it could rip open and spill your guts onto the floor. You closed your eyes against the spinning your head had begun to do. Closed them to focus on controlling your breathing and settle your rolling stomach to keep from puking. 

“Here,” Mihawk said, prompting you to open your eyes once more. You found he held a glass of water and a singular, circular pill out to you. “That doctor said to give this to you if you woke up in pain.” 

Doctor…yes. You remembered seeing a doctor through the blur in your eyes. One with blond hair kept in a loose bun at the back of his head and a scar that jutted from his hairline onto his forehead. Hongo, the Red-Haired Pirates’ doctor.

You took the pill from Mihawk, your fingertips brushing shakily against his warm palm as you did. A palm that had four, crescent moon-shaped gashes at its center. You wondered what had happened as you weakly placed the pill in your mouth. 

Mihawk raised the glass to your lips and you allowed him to help you drink from it, your hand finding his writ again to keep him from drowning you. You swallowed gulp after gulp of the room-temperature water and nearly moaned at the taste--at how it eased the stinging dryness of your throat and your rolling stomach. You drank the whole glass with a satisfied gasp for air, your hand slipping from Mihawk’s wrist.  

“I came across a man with the number seven tattooed on his forehead. A man who wore the emblem of the secret organization known as Baroque Works. He had been sent to kill me, to no avail.” You said, remembering back to that devil fruit user you had wounded and thrown into shallow waters to watch him drown. To watch the life leave his eyes as he panicked and begged you silently to pull him back. “He had a transponder snail on his ship, one that connected to a voice I had heard long ago.” 

“Crocodile.” You snapped your gaze back to Mihawk who was watching you intently. 

“Yes. We set up a meeting and he was quick to send his underlings upon me. I knew he would do as such, seeing as he was the one to send that Mr. Seven.” 

“Why were you meeting with him?” You narrowed your eyes up at Mihawk and his impatience. 

“Because he has connections. Eyes and ears across the globe. He would know what damp cave he is hiding away in.” Understanding shone in Mihawk's eyes. 

“Is that what will get you to end your little game? Knowing his location? Killing him?” 

“My game won’t end until you win it.” You snapped.

A sharp hiss escaped you as you pulled yourself to your knees, throwing a hand out to catch yourself before you fell on your face. You were not going to sit here a second longer. Not when you knew Mihawk, if he wished it, could pluck you up and take you away in your weakened state. 

“You should lay down.” Mihawk insisted only for you to hiss in his direction.

“You do not command me.” The Warlord gave you an unamused look as you continued to struggle to your feet. 

“Yes, yes. As you have reminded me time and time again.” He said dryly before standing and making no move to help you up. Not that you wished it. You could get to your own two feet all on your own. You didn’t need his help--help you had already taken too much of for your own taste. 

 Once to your wobbly feet, you took a small moment to collect yourself before heading out onto the beach. The sound of waves crashing and cheering men filled your ears as the night greeted you with a gentle, breezy kiss. 

A roaring fire caught your eye a little ways away, closer to where the massive ship, The Red Force, was docked in the sea. A fire its crew sat and danced around; cheers, laughter, and song spilling from their lips as drink entered them. What they were celebrating was beyond you and, quite frankly, annoyed the hell out of you. 

But you knew of this crew's nature, having been allowed passage into the Grand Line with them after first leaving Mihawk all those years ago, and had grown used to its tendency for wild, drunken nights. 

You heard Mihawk exit the tent after you, his footfalls near silent in the sand as he followed behind you. Behind you like some looming, shadow or some vicious, yellow-eyed, attack dog sent straight from the pits of Hades. 

“Ah! The Guardian of the Wood lives!” Shanks announced joyfully to his crew when his oak brown eyes caught sight of you. He stood, raising his bottle in the air as his crew gave a rousing cheer you frowned at. “You look lovely as ever, sweetheart. Almost as if you hadn’t been gutted and poisoned by that mean old alligator.” He said, that crooked smile of his plastered on his face as you came to stand at the edge of the circle. 

“Save your flattery, sweetheart.” You all but bit, mocking the captain who gave a bellowing laugh. “Where is my ship?”

“Aw, but you just woke up. Come, sit. Drink, eat.” He said, gesturing with his bottle-clutching hand to the surrounding area. His crew agreed, egging you on to stay. 

“She is in no condition for your silly little merriments,” Mihawk spoke from behind you in that bored manner of his. It spiked your anger, but your wound throbbed too loud to snap at him. 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Hawk-Eyes. The invitation extends to you as well. The more the merrier.” His crew cheered once more in agreement as Shanks looked back to you with pleading eyes. “Please, little nymph. We’ve missed you something awful.” He shot you a little wink that had been known to win you over in the past. 

“My ship?” You asked simply, making Shanks give a deep, over-dramatic sigh in defeat. 

“Just that way, darling.” He said, gesturing a little ways down the beach where you just made out the dark silhouette of your ship. 

“Thank you for keeping me alive. I would say I was in your debt once more, but you let him find me. Almost ruined the game at foot.” You said, starting off on wobbly feet through the crowd of drunken men. 

“What can I say? He’s very persistent.” You gave Shanks’ alcohol-flushed cheek a little pat as you came up to him. A touch you let linger as you smirked up at him. 

“I forgive you, sweetheart. I am sure we will cross paths again. Maybe I’ll even take you up on that drink.” Shanks kept your arm still with his wrist so that he could kiss the inside of your palm. 

“And I will gladly offer again. Safe travels, sweetheart.” He said the nickname teasingly before his arm fell back to his side just as yours pulled away from his skin. You left the warmth of the fire and headed for your ship, having to physically keep from looking back at Mihawk, whose sharp eyes you could feel piercing the back of your neck.

“Ah--what a woman,” Shanks said watching you hobble off over the sand. 

“I agree with Hawk-Eyes, she should still be resting. It’s a miracle she’s even able to walk. I had to all but bring her back from the dead.” Hongo, the Doctor of the Red-Haired Pirates, huffed, taking a long sip of his drink. 

“You hear that, Mihawk? I have the best doctor throughout the Four Blues. Brought the dead back from the veil!” Shanks said with a laugh. “I really should have made you make a bet with me.” He murmured before taking a swing from his own drink. 

Mihawk’s anger rose once more in his chest. An anger he had struggled to re-control since he first let it roar to life a day ago. An anger that hissed and gnashed its sharp teeth at Shanks, who still watched you walk off. 

His mind races faster than he could keep up with. Raced with thoughts that had been spurred into being by the interaction you had shared with Shanks. An interaction that was all too familiar and intimate for Mihawk’s liking. One that spoke of a deeper connection you had built with the man when you had left all those years ago. 

Shanks knew of your past--at least some speck of it. Enough to know your title of Guardian--to know you were closer than anyone on these seas to being a creature born from myth. 

Your hand on his cheek. His lips kissing your palm. 

Mihawk saw red. Saw it and had little control over it as he stormed off after you, hardly hearing Shanks’ calls. 

He found you struggling to push your ship back into the sea, pained, whiny, grunts and moans escaping your lips. It almost had him pausing--had his anger banking, seeing you in such a sorry state. 

Sweetheart, darling, little nymph. 

“You sought Shanks out after you left.” Mihawk hissed, making you pause. A pause broken up by a deep sigh and the small bang of your forehead against the hull of your ship. 

“Who else was I to turn to?” You asked sounding so--tired. “I knew no one else in these seas. I was in a foreign land and you had just left me for its tyrannical government. A government I followed you out of the Grand Line to destroy.” Your words cut into him--deep. Reminded him he had hurt you. Maybe more than you had hurt him. 

His anger was hardly quelled by this, it merely adding fuel to the fire. 

“He was my rival.” Mihawk continued. He felt like a child. The same child that would argue with you day in and day out to your heart's content back on your island. Back when things were so--simple.

“Was and yours.” You shot back, finally turning back to look at him. You looked--horrible. Like you would kneel over and die if the wind hit you just right. No spark of excitement at finally, finally riling his anger. Just tried anger that bubbled in your eyes like some old, underwater volcano. “Shanks has always been kind to me and was kind still in taking me in.” 

Mihawk was quiet. Quiet despite his anger wanting to continue lashing out at you, even when your words were true.  

“We were--” You paused, eyes willing him--begging him to see what you didn’t want to say. Words he knew would cut him deeper than any blade you could wield against him. “We were done. Ended. You ended us when you turned your back on me. You ended us when you sought a lover’s relation with power and pride and ego. With the people who killed our families.” 

Tears. Those were tears in your eyes. Tears he had risen in you and Mihawk felt so utterly--pathetic. So unforgivable and mournful and heartbroken. Feelings he had pushed down in his chest for years since your leaving. Feelings he had pushed down right beside his anger, which had wrangled them back to the surface along with it. 

“I should not be made to feel shameful in seeking him out. In allowing the comfort he gave me.” Tears rushed down your cheeks. Tears you tried to wipe away quickly as if he would forget you had ever shed them. 

He never would. Would never forget the pain he had caused you. The pain he was still causing you. 

He took a small step forward. One to see if you would stop him, but when all you did was wipe away more tears he crossed the space to be before you. 

“Say something.” You all but hissed up at him through your tears. 

“I’m sorry,” Mihawk confessed. A confession he should have said long ago. 

You gave a huff of breath that was something like a kin to a held-back sob. One you clenched your teeth against and squeezed your eyes shut, turning your head down with a shake as more tears spilled. 

Mihawk, on feather-light fingertips, brushed your cheek. When you did nothing against him, he brought his other hand up to gently scoop up your. To tilt your head back up to face him, your eyes opening once more. Your eyes, which had become watery pooling as deep as the sea itself, watched him. Such pools of heartbreaking sadness and exhaustion. He wiped his thumbs under your eyes, disturbing the rivers that had formed there.

“I did. I let my need to prove myself to the world drive you away--to hurt you. And I will never forgive myself for it. Never go a day without regretting my choices.” You huffed a sad little thing, as your hand, not clutched around your stomach, came up to hold his wrist.  “And I don’t expect you to forgive me either. And I know it isn’t enough--will never be enough, but I am sorry.” 

You gave another sad, little huff as your hand fell from his wrist only for your cold fingertips to brush over his lips. Mihawk’s breath all but hitched in his throat at your touch. A touch he had not felt in years. One he had yearned for. 

Your touch fluttered over his cheek and jaw only to make home cradling the back of his neck. You tugged lightly at his neck. Tugged him closer towards your sad, sad face. Mihawk moved where you led him, staying near frozen beside that of your guiding hand. 

Another sad, little huff escaped you as you brushed your nose over his. 

His heart beat painfully against his ribs. Painfully because he knew in an instant want this was. What this would mean. 

A little sad huff and your lips, which were always so naturally cold, brushed over his. 

You pressed your lips to his. Lips he leaned into. Allowed his own to meld into like some perfect puzzle piece. A kiss that was soft. That was sad and soul-wrenching. One he committed to memory. One that would haunt him in his waking days and sleeping nights. One he tried to hold onto for as long as you would allow. 

It was a kiss that meant goodbye. Goodbye for a long, long time. 

There would be no finding you. You would vanish like some ghost, just as you had all those years ago. A ghost even he would be unable to find until you allowed him to. It wouldn’t stop him from looking. From searching you out again and again and until his dying breath. 

You pulled away from him. Pulled your lips and hand and soul with you. And despite his own wish to keep you there--to keep you in that moment forever--he let you go. Let you slip through his fingers for a fourth time that might have never come to be had he not let you go that first time.

“W--win my little game.” Mihawk nodded and you smiled such a sad, broken thing back at him. 

He gestured silently, not trusting his tightening throat to speak, for you to board your ship. You nodded, a fresh wave of tears spilling down your cheeks that nearly split Mihawk's breaking soul before you climbed aboard. Once he made sure you were in, he pushed you out to sea. Push you as wave after wave crashed into him, further numbing his body.

And when the water pulled you from his fingertips, he watched you go. Watched as the wind brought you further and further away until you disappeared into the darkness. 

Mihawk stood in the sea for a long moment. A moment he spent replaying every little touch and smile and anger-filled dagger you gifted him. A moment before he was making his way back onto the beach and across its sands. 

Cheerful laughter and talk filled Mihawk's ears as he made it back to the group of merry men. Men who parted for him and said nothing. He snagged a bottle of rum that sat waiting in the sand to be noticed before taking a long, burning drink. Unsheathing Yoru from his back, he laid it against the log he lowered himself into the sand to sit against. 

Shanks came to his side, sitting upon the log he lent against with a deep sigh. He said nothing as he joined Mihawk in drinking. 

Win your game. 

He thought he had known how to. That it would be as simple as finding you and catching you like some rabbit. But now he was unsure. Now when you would be gone, a ghost to him once more. 

Win your game…he knew it wouldn’t be easy. It would take something great to win. Some great sacrifice. Something Mihawk mulled over and over and over again in his head. 

Despite this new puzzle, his vow stayed the same. He would win your little game, and he would win it the right way.

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[ignitification]

I mean, there’s some people that would argue that killing is the only way, but let’s not act like heroes are going around killing people all Willy Nilly because they want too. Because that’s not canon. Hawks is the only character that’s done so, and the framing isn’t as black and white as people want it to be. Because Hawks didn’t kill Twix because he wanted to kill twice. And make up your mind on what constitutes the ideology of real life or not. Should people think that the villains shouldn’t be killed because it doesn’t send a message in real life? Or should we take real life messages that even villains need help? Or should we disregard real life all together, and say that all the villains deserve to die because they’re not real characters? In the end, sometimes people need to die. These villains aren’t normal people. They’re not simply robbing banks, or he’ll, selling drugs. They’re doing much worse than that, and I don’t know why people ignore that, because... the villains are mentally ill?

Sorry to get you off your high horse, but Hawks is technically not the only one to have 'killed' in his duty as a hero, as you put it (AM thought to have killed AfO and Endeavour killing at least two Nomus). Fair enough you say it's not because they find pleasure in the fact that they kill, and it is mainly because 'the situation required them to act in such', but I can't really agree with the 'Killing is sometimes the only way to save' because it really isn't. Preemptive, and arbitrary deprivation of life is just not it. As for Hawks, he had another choice. He didn't have to kill Twice. As GT did not kill Kurogiri when he was captured and same with Deku when squaring off Muscular, Overhaul or Gentle. It is not a hero's prerogative to kill, because why would they be heroes after all? If they are allowed to do whatever it takes, what's the point on having laws dealing with building damage, rescue policies and insurances? What are agencies, plans of patrols and the Commission for?

As for the real life comparison, I don't have to make up my mind to please you. First of all, I put it in the mix, because the ask I got clearly contained at example with real life with was bullshit. Furthermore, all mangas send messages in real life, which has nothing to do with the perception of crime and fictional character. But my point stays the same: what is the point of having as a major plot device characters who are mentally ill and then treat it like some kind of crazy villains, which have no recollection of their reality. Because that's the point made by other questions, and the line between what is the manga and what is interpretation, which is borne out of the perception of this manga in reality, gives birth to this ass opinions in which they only thing I hear is that reality black and white, and that someone who is evil, will always remain evil - so the logical solution, as evolution is not a thing, is to kill them off.

Also your mentality is absolutely insane. First of all, no one is disregarding their actions. And the fact that they are mentally ill has nothing to do with my perspective on them, and their actions. Here you are not only invalidating mentall illness, but also prompting the view that since they are mentally ill, and villains we have to put them to sleep because being mentally ill is not an excuse for murder. No, it's not an excuse - but it's still not a justification for you to say that I pity characters because of that. Please absolutely refrain from saying things of sorts.

As a final point, I would like to point out that villains may not be 'normal' people, as you may think of them, but they are still people. And that's all that counts.

[howmanyepsofmlseason6areleft]

Jubilation English Sub + Airing Reminders! (important)

Hey y'all!

Sorry for the lateness, I was super duper tired yesterday and forgot to queue up my countdown post, so that'll definitely come later today! But for now, here's the drive link for Jubilation with english subs, provided by Miracle Bug on Youtube :)

Also, I wanted to highlight something really important in regards to airing!

So gloob has been the one premiering episodes, which I know means we've gotten used to monday episode premieres, but the next premiere, for the episode Determination, is actually airing on Tfou this Friday October 28th... Three days from now! It airs at 10:20 am Local France Time, so make sure to check out the airdates post for more info.

And here’s the important part! Determination is the SIXTH episode of season 5, which means... this is the first out of order episode premiere of the season! Since the channels are being super strict about airing order for plot purposes, something tells me airing these episodes out of order might not be that big of a deal if they're willing to do it, but do NOT take my word on that! Trust your gut/judgement!

If you DO want to wait for episode 5 to air watch before watching Determination, I would suggest staying off the internet until next Wednesday Nov 2nd, when Tfou is supposed to air Illusion! Ofc, you can always check this blog, bc there will probably be a earlier airdate for it and if there is, i'll tell y'all ab it risk free bc again! Spoiler free blog!

Anyhow, sorry for the long post, but I just wanted to update you guys before I have to go to class! Countdown post coming later today, i've updated the airdates post and the pinned post, and I hope y’all enjoyed the episode!

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“Giggle one more time, I dare you.” with ler!eddie please🙃

"Giggle one more time. I dare you."

You were fighting your own body as you tried to hold your laughter in. "What!? I'm sorry! Resume the solo, please." The smile on your face had the man glaring at you before he resumed playing.

Eddie Munson had just about had it with you. He'd invited you back to his trailer after he was done with class for the day to listen to him practice guitar, and you'd happily accepted. But, the faces he made while he was focused on shredding, had you biting your lip to keep from laughing. Unfortunately those giggles had slipped out twice now already, and you were using every. ounce. of willpower you had to keep that laughter from escaping a third time.

However, as Eddie reached the guitar solo portion in the song 'Mr. Crowley', your eyes wandered to his face, and his expression immediately yanked a third giggle from your throat.

"God... FUCKIN. DAMMIT- Ohohohhhh ALRIGHT. I have absolutely had it THAT'S IT!!!" The amp was promptly turned off, and his guitar was set safely aside with alarming speed.

A giggly screech which you were sure could be heard by the rest of the trailer park echoed in the room as Eddie tackled you onto the mattress. "AHAAAA! E-Eddie!"

"Wanna keep laughing while I'm trying to play guitar for you?" His teeth were grit as the two of you wrestled with each others' arms and hands, but he began to laugh as he tore his wrists from your grasp and tickled your sides relentlessly. "IhI'll give you a reheaal good reheheason to giggle, you adorable little shit!"

You squealed with laughter, twisting your torso and kicking your legs, messing up the blankets that covered the bed. "Whahahat abahabout thehehe sohoHOHOHONG!? EHEEEE! NOHOHOOO! WAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT WAHAHAHAAIIIIIT!"

Eddie paused, and with the most impish grin, he leaned closer, eyes glittering with mischief. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll just play the rest of that solo on allllllll your tickle spots~" The last few words were sung teasingly enough to cause your hands to cover your face while a squeak left your lips.

He wasn't kidding. Eddie Munson "played" the remainder of Mr. Crowley's guitar solo, note for note, on every ticklish spot he was aware of. You didn't tell him that you'd made a mental note to interrupt his guitar shredding again in the future.

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK AHAHSHDHDJDJF /lh /p 🪦💕 Eddie. "The Ler." Munson. 😭🥴 Oh my jesushchrist this was flustering to write. The idea of Eddie playing a guitar solo on your tickle spots 🫢 OHMYGAWD??? (If y'all haven't heard the guitar solo in that song, take a listen and just visualize Eddie shredding that solo on your ribs or something PHSHEHEHAHAHS ⚰️🪦) /lh /p

*Extra note: As I write this, I have no clue if I will have finished Volume 2 by the time this posts (since it's a scheduled post), but, no matter what happens in these final episodes, I want y'all to remember, that the fanfic writers will keep the joy and happiness that all these characters deserve shining brightly. I hope this drabble gave you a little joy 💕 /gen /p

ALSO- Please do not comment spoilers of any kind about anything from the show because I want to keep the blog spoiler free for a week at least 💜

~ Ushu 🤍

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Funky pinned post y'all!

Some info about me, Eowynn!

I'm Eowynn, and my deadname is private now, sorry not sorry.

You may also call me Amity, Vea, Nepeta, or Wynn!

I'M A FUCKING MINOR DONT SEND ME WEIRD SHIT PLEASE

I am using She/Her pronouns.

I'm a bi trans girl!

I am part of and am fully supportive of anyone in the LGBTQ+ community. If you've got a problem with that then you can go eat some wolfsbane.

I am a furry and support the furry fandom, but not that small part of the fandom that is very loud about certain things.

If you ask me to draw Karkat Vantas from Homestuck I WILL oblige with much happiness!

If I reblog stuff with spoilers I probably wont tag it with spoilers just be warned.

I'm in Tennessee but this place is the most mediocre place I hate it.

I have a side blog for my art. @eowynns-art-n-things

I have a side blog for writing. @wynns-writing-n-updates

I have a side blog that's a journal of a character I've made. @ace-latros-journal

My pokemon blog is @two-gay-mons theyre a gay shiny sneasel couple <3

And if you wanna rp with my ocs, you can talk to them at @wynn-is-here

Homestuck blog is @aurum-goddess

You can try to find my wizard blog lol.

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Feel free to ask me about anything! Questions about me, the world, or anything else are greatly appreciated!

I'd love to talk, so message me or ask me anytime you'd like! Just note that I'm in Central Daylight Time so check the time difference please!

If you wanna be friends, here is my steam profile, I've got a steam group for tumblr friends.

I am no man.

Finally, I make stuff n' things sometimes.

That's all i hope you have a nice day, bye!

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#5

Screaming and ripping and tearing and crying and howling and shredding and scratching and barking and

I get it. I do. And the loss of any safe piracy hosts is always to be grieved because that's access being denied to countless people who never would have had access otherwise. But book piracy specifically is The Only Piracy That Actually Hurts Someone. Please just uSE YOUR LOCAL FUCKING LIBRARY JESUS CHRIST. we're RIGHT HERE. we're FREE. and we don't MAKE THE PUBLISHERS SO MAD THEY CANCEL CONTRACTS WITH THE AUTHORS LEAVING THEM WITH ZERO INCOME. when you pirate books, various publishing companies have ways of keeping an eye on the ratio between purchased and pirated copies of a specific book in question. A lot of the time, if that number goes too high, instead of I don't know ~cracking down on piracy sites~ or ~putting the books on sale~ they blame the author and cut the contract. Meaning the author stops getting paid entirely. And that's the BETTER outcome. That ✨️clever tiktok trick✨️ for renting reading and returning books on amazon? Oho my friend someone still pays for that book! Guess who! THATS RIGHT THE AUTHOR.

I g e t the need for free books. Everything is expensive right now and $20 for a book that will take you a day to read feels obscene. Go to your local library. Don't gimme that 'but they don't have the book I want' shit--have you Asked? Because beloved guess what? When we genuinely don't have a book you want to read we reach out to sister branches in the area until we find a copy for you! It's called an interlibrary loan and it's completely normal! Sometimes there's a shipping fee if it had to come across state borders. Did you know you can also suggest books we add to our catalogue? And I remind you getting a library card is free. And we have half dozen online resources that are also made free by your having a library card. You Do need a piece of mail with 'your' address on it but besties. Y'all. Do you think we have the kind of time to check if you're giving us Your address or your Grandparent's address? No. Just give us the address of some family member in the area, it doesn't really matter much, you can change or update it whenever. Don't tell anyone I suggested that though lol.

On a very selfish level, our counties don't like giving us our yearly budget. The old cis white capitalist men, shockingly, don't seem to like the beacon of socialism that is public libraries. A lot of the time the excuse they use to literally just not pay us is 'the youth of today don't use libraries anymore, they're more interested in *insert 'them video games' schpiel*'

If you came to the library they wouldn't have that excuse anymore. We're not the cardigan wearing shushers in the movies I swear. We've got Mario kart wii in our teen room.

I'm sorry you lost your book piracy website, genuinely I am. You should have been using the library all along though. Pirating books Does hurt the author. And libraries nowadays have massive digital catalogues so even if you aren't physically close to one there is enormous f r e e benefit to getting a library card. Please god go to your local library

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#4

Liking a mutual's vaguely concerning personal post is like I see you I hear you i am bringing you a cup of tea and a weighted blanket I am holding you i am holding you i am holding you

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#3

If I had to see this so do you

102 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#2

No you don't understand your honor I love him

137 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sorry not sorry for the person im going to be for the next year

I have SO MANY QUESTIONS

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Monday Posts

So in my blog's bio, I mentioned how I have other non-Bleach specific interests, like cooking/baking and playing video games that I may want to talk about occasionally. However, I wasn't sure how to incorporate that into my "mostly Bleach" blog. Sure I could cook something Bleach related or I could talk about which pokemon teams I think each character would have (and I probably will!), but I didn't want to be tied down to only that. (Plus, I'm not actually good at cooking, I just think it's fun).

But then, having been a part of the Bleach Tumblr community for a couple of weeks now, I noticed something. New episodes of Bleach come out on Mondays. Most of the fans want to avoid spoilers. But most fans are also too busy to watch the episode first thing in the morning. So, therefore, on Mondays, most fans avoid this site like their life depends on it for the whole day (I know, I usually do!). So, in other words, it's the perfect time to post non-Bleach content!

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So yeah, you may see that from time to time. Can't guarantee every week, y'all don't need to know about how I had nuggets for dinner again, or something. I may also just reblog cool cooking/video game things as well.

Also, if I'm talking specifically about the new pokemon games (which I'm loving so far!), I'll mark it as "pokemon sv spoilers".

These posts will also be tagged with "Bleach-free Monday", so that way people can avoid them if they don't care about them.

Anyway, sorry for the long post, just wanted to explain the general idea. If this kind of stuff does interest you, then click Read More to get the first post!

For this week's post, I'll make it a cooking/pokemon combo and talk about the time I tried to recreate a dish from a pokemon game!

So have y'all heard of pokemon café remix? It's this cute little mobile game where you try to connect the pokemon faces in a line to clear obstacles and create dishes in a café. And all the dishes looked really good! So I tried to recreate one of them, the Yummy Yamper Pasta.

However, it required two things that I had never cooked before, a bolognese and a dinner roll, i.e. THE ENTIRE MEAL (minus the salad). 

So I looked it up online, and found this helpful YouTube video that taught me how to make "yamper-shaped dinner rolls". But the video said nothing about how to make a bolognese. So I followed an America's Test Kitchen video on it, and here's the result:

Lookswise, I think it came out okay-ish. I actually waited till the next day and used food straight from the fridge to get better photos. The pasta came out fine taste-wise, and the rolls well… I cooked them for waaay too long.😅 I kept waiting for them to turn golden brown, and they just never did. So I kept on waiting and waiting until about twice the time had passed, and then I decided I had better take them out. They were edible with butter and microwaved, but that was it. Oh well…

I still had a fun time with it, and will try my hand with it again later! 👍