#this was so fun to write bro

[memen18-m5r3]

How can I help you today?

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Some of my favourite Sonic Movie Marathon doodles

[egophiliac]

another one that I'm not super happy with, but continuing to mess with it isn't going to help! so here he is! 🦇 there was a lot I was trying to get across in this one, so uhhhhh hopefully it reads.

we're almost out of unique magics now...just Ace (and maybe Grim?) left!

[linkcharacter]

i feel like jimmys the coworker who writes people up for sitting down. like he really is the only one who actively wants to be working for PE, thinks being captain will fulfill him to the point of getting angry curly isn't. his dream scenario is traveling the far reaches of space. swansea mocks him for being a workaholic even in disaster repeatedly. why does everyone talk about him like a lazy bum i feel like half his fucking problem is being a freak way TOO passionate about this deadend job lol

I agree!

But I wouldn't say Jimmy is a passionate workaholic, as much as this job is the only place where he has prospects in, where he has high rank and is in control. And Jimmy is supposedly good at it too, queue Curly's comment on now he didn't think Jimmy would take to being a co-pilot as well as he had, as his life up until that point has been a struggle. Additionally, we can see throughout the game that Jimmy is not incompetent in the slightest, he might be shortsighted, self-centered, crumbles under stress and can't keep his emotions in check (and also a fucking dick) but he's resourceful and straightforward, he does what is required of him and is rather streets-smarts experienced, observant and pretty articulate. I'd say though it's less of a passion thing as it is a desperation at chasing any opportunity of being someone in life, to have a thing he can say he's good at and is respected for it, like a career. (" The endless fucking desperation to get shit done") He's an opportunist who craves control and uses everything given to him for his own benefit. Jimmy wants to reach further and is appalled that Curly doesn't want to do the same, that he is "taking for granted" things Jimmy desperately desires to have.

Jimmy is the only person for whom this job was everything he had. Curly wants his life to be something he doesn't have to run from, has ideas of starting over even if he's not good at something, wants to try new things. Anya is determined and persistent and knows exactly who she wants to be, and is only at PE so she can pay for her further attempts at getting into med school. Swansea has pretty much reached his goals in life, has kids and family, and he's old, as Jimmy points out, probably doesn't have many years of employment left. Daisuke just got here. But Jimmy has nothing aside from this, the only things we know about him outside and backstory-wise are that his life was shit and likely his only friend is Curly.

I think Swansea more so notices Jimmy being restless and all self-important now that he is a Captain by title, who wants to boss people around. Jimmy is a control freak. And half of his problem was that this deadend job is the best he had.

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[pencilofawesomeness]

The consequence of coming up with a full backstory for Sukuna for With the Storm is that I think about it too often. Little things remind me of it and I am compelled to talk about it; alas, it'll be, like, 20 chapters until fully get into it lmao.

Inspired by this amazing graphic made by @dappermouth which is very Sukuna-core to me and I could not stop thinking about it until I drew this.

[flaphack]

it’s actually so crazy that anthony dropped the lore that LARK FUCKED SPARROW’S WIFE. that’s so crazy. can you imagine. your wife fucks your IDENTICAL TWIN BROTHER and you know but you don’t say anything bc it’d be too awkward and he lives w u and you’re so used to managing your family (specifically your dad and brother - basically acting as an intermediary between the two) and being the peacekeeper that you internally compromise and decide to never bring it up. a couple years go by and you’re ignoring it and then you get trapped in a crazy eldritch horror dimension with him and get so drunk and shocked by the horrors you are witnessing that you TELL HIM YOU KNOW. IN FRONT OF YOUR SON. AFTER TELLING YOUR SON YOU THINK HES A DISAPPOINTMENT. and allllll this happened to my buddy sparrow swallows oak garcia.

[cursedcola]

NO TAKEBACKS ROBBIE THERE BETTER BE A TIME TRAVEL DLC NOW

(Everyone go play this game. It’s fantastic and a creative marvel in the grandest way.)

[lilacs-stars]

wait okay I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet (and I'm really sorry if this has been brought up before, to my knowledge it hasn't, but obviously I haven't seen every single post ever), during "perfect revenge" when they first go into the dead fish layer thing whatever, and around the time where uliana says "find that perfect, perfect revenge"

HADES LITERALLY GRABS ONTO MORGIE'S SHOULDERS AND DOES A LIL JUMP?? AND HE'S SMILING AND HE SEEMS SO HAPPY HE JUST DOES A JUMP LIKE

it's soo cute 😭 honestly in my opinion it feels super out of character for him, idk why it was even included but like maybe it shows a part of hades that's super bubbly, which he tries to mask with his apathetic, uninterested demeanor?

but the way he jumped on morgie's shoulders in particular, makes me wonder more about their dynamic? like is it because morgie's so bubbly that hades is like that around him too? and the way that morgie was quick to agree to hades's "yeah let's burn her to a crisp" makes me wish we got to see more of them. like imagine hades always acting so tough and unconcerned around maleficent, but finally letting loose and being super excited and happy when he hangs out with morgie.

anyways just a thought, I figured it would be nice to point it out and see what you guys think about it. that's all for now! :))

(also now I can't get the idea out of my head where hades is being all chill to maleficent like "yo imma go hang out with morgie" and she's like "okay whatever" and then cut to hades hanging out with morgie where they're both squealing and jumping up and down like a pair of teenage girls while one of them spills the tea 😭 I'm sorry I can't this is too funny 💀 I actually need a fic about this like this is some top-notch villain behavior fr)

[skatingbi]

So hear me out on my headcanon guys:

Sanji with heterochromia (i cant spell that fuckin word man..) where one eye is blue and another is brown. He always hides the blue eye.

The first one to notice is Zoro, who is immediantly like "holy shit youre eyes are pretty" and sanji is like "what the FUCK"

Actually fuck it im gonna write about this nobody can stop me.

Sometimes, on lonley nights in the gallery, when Sanji is busy prepping, he looks in the reflection of his knife. Underneath the frizzy mess of a fringe that is part of his hair reveals the blue eye he struggles looking at. He stares, scrutinizing that light blue in the gleam of his knife gripped tightly in his hand. He looks away to force his attention back on prep work. His hands are always slightly unsteady after those moments. He always ends up with a cut on his hand one way or another on those nights.

When Sanji was a kid, his brothers would use his heterochromia as a weapon against him. He was the freak with two colored eyes. They would say his blue eye was creepy, too. Not only was he weak but also too different to be called their brother.

When you're a kid, you take these insults to heart. Eventually, when you're barely into adulthood, they'll still plague you. They become a part of you, just like how Zeff's teachings became a part of Sanji.

Judge looked at his eyes with disgust masked by indifference. It was another reason for Sanji to assume why he was the failure. The outcast. The runt of the litter.

His mother had blue eyes. She always claimed Sanji got his blue eye from her because her father had heterochromia, too. That was the only time little Sanji felt normal. When she died, Sanji started to grow out his hair to hide the only thing he had left of her: her eyes.

Now, Sanji still hides her eyes from view. Realistically, Sanji is fully aware that none of the crew would give a rats ass what he looked like. Regardless, old habits die hard. He feels safe under the mask he made for himself. As he goes about preparing lunch, perhaps grilled sea king again with how luffy is always eager to fight those things, he lets his mind wander to his eyes more. While hands expertly move through his knife like an extension of his body, he thinks about the mess of blond hair that's always in the way. He'd never admit it out loud, but his hair actually bothers him. Since it started growing out, it gets everywhere; his mouth, in his eyes, and tangled in the buttons of his shirt. Is sanji happy with his longer hair? Absolutely. It's a nusiance to leave it down constantly, though.

As he's thinking this, he's blowing the fringe of hair covering his face out of the way every so often so it stops tickling his nose. He continues to evenly slice through a portion of sea king meat until somebody, Nami he realizes immediantly, speaks up.

"Do you need a hair tie, sanji?" Nami asks sweetly. Her smile is radiant, as always, while she looks up from the map shes been studying. Sanji didnt even realize Nami came in and made the kitchen table into a study until now, but he doesnt dwell on it. Nami is welcome in his kitchen, after all.

"Oh no, thank you, Nami-swan! I think I just need a haircut soon," Sanji lies as he's moving through the kitchen. He gives Nami a quick smile before turning back to the meat on the cutting board and avoids Nami's gaze under the disguise of being busy. His lie wasn't as believable as he wanted it to be, especially when he's stumbling over his words while he is usually eloquent with them towards Nami and Robin.

"But until then, you should take one! I probably have hundreds lying around my room anyways," She says. It's a peace offering designed to be in Sanji's language of communication. It secretly says he's getting that hairtie whether he wants it or not, and Sanji is weak enough to accept the offering. He takes the hair tie with a grateful smile, wrapping it around his wrist and going back to his current task. Nami and Sanji work in comfortable silence after that, but the hair tie weighs on his wrist like a weighted bracelet.

A few days pass by. Through every single one, he stares at the hair tie in the morning. He really should tie his hair back. It reaches his shoulders for gods sake, and it keeps getting in his mouth - but that small part of him that clings onto grief like its all that he knows refuses to. He doesn't think he can bring himself to share the only part of himself that he truly loves deep down. What if the crew really thinks it's weird? What if his brothers are right?

These what if's roam in the back of his mind. They lurk just beneath the surface like an unknown predator hidden in murky water. He ignores it along with the anxiety that crawls up his throat every time he looks at his wrist.

Then, a week passes by. Now he's in his kitchen making a simple breakfast for his nakama. Franky, in particular, will enjoy this since his tastes lie within American style food most of the time. He focuses on seasoning the eggs, some of them cooked differently to cater to everyone's tastes. While he goes through the familiar and therapeutic motions of cooking, the door opens to reveal an annoying head of mossy hair and the steady noise of three swords bumping each other at the hip.

" Oi, go to sleep in your own bunk. I dont need you stinkin' up my kitchen while im trying to work." He utters without looking up from the stove.

"Why can't I just sleep here shit cook?" Zoro grunts. Sanji hears him shuffle around on the gallery's couch behind him. He's probably lying down, or maybe he'll sleep sitting up again, or maybe he'll watch Sanji cook. That's the most irritating one, which usually ends up with them fighting out on the deck one way or another.

"Because youre fuckin' annoying, get out."

"The hell I am, I'm taking a nap here."

"Oh my - You know what?" Sanji whips around to glare at Zoro, making sure the knife he was using is now in his hand to point at the source of his ire, "Fine, but if I hear a single snore out of you I'm kicking you into the ocean!" He threatens and turns around to finish up with breakfast. By now, all he has left is pancakes. The batter was prepped earlier, so now it's just focusing on pouring evenly. It's task that's menial but still important to him regardless.

His hair is covering his face too much. He tries to shake his head to flip it to the side. It falls back to where it was before he can pick the bowl of batter back up. He brushes it over his shoulder, and it simply flows back over it. He blows his hair out of the way, a classic move, but not even that works and he's slamming the bowl down on the counter before he can even stop himself and walks away from his work to grab the hairtie from around his wrist. In a few fluid motions, he ties his hair back haphazardly into a poor attempt at a low bun, but it's out of his face, and now he can focus.

He's too deep in concentration to even remember that he has heterochromia in the first place. Cooking lowers his guard unlike anything else in the world. The gallery acts like a safe space and cooking is his comfort. He still forgets, too, while calling for Zoro to get his lazy ass up to help since he's decided to loiter in his kitchen.

"Hey moss, if you're gonna laze around my kitchen, set the table for me." His request demand is met with a middle finger, which Sanji gladly returns as he walks over to the couch to kick Zoro on the stomach. The half asleep annoyance is now suddenly alert and glares at Sanji for a moment before it's quickly replaced with a look Sanji has yet to add to his mental notes he likes to call "Marimo Dictionary". Zoro's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes glitter with something Sanji rarely sees. He's never been able to place a name on that look. Now he's confused. "What? Dont give me that youre tired crap youre not fuckin 10." He says.

Zoro is still looking at him, though, and now Sanji looks back with confusion because what the fuck is he-

Oh. His eyes.

Shit.

Sanji rips the hairtie out of his hair at light speed, probably pulling a few strands out by accident in the process but he could honestly care less when theres something more important. Like whatever the fuck just happened.

Before he can turn away and go set the table himself to distance himself from the marimo, Zoro's hand moves suddenly to grab his wrist, stopping him from running away.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Zoro pleads. And what the fuck. Zoro has never said anything like that and its fucking with Sanji's head because what the fuck. "You...uh." He continues in his signature graceless way. "Your eyes..." He pauses after that, sitting up and looking at Sanji, but not just looking, he's looking.

"Marimo," Sanji's own voice is riddled with anxiety with how shaky it is now. "Let me go dumbass," He demands but it could have been mistaken for him begging with how much he's struggling to keep himself together.

He's anticipating the worst. He knows what he's expecting. Sanji has experienced it countless times before, and he's aware he will again right now while a pancake is probably burning on the pan for all he knows.

It doesnt.

Zoro is looking at him still, maintaining eye contact but also darting between both eyes. He's looking at him like those golden eyes are looking into his soul and its too much.

It's too much because Zoro's response is uncharacteristically soft in so many ways. Zoro speaks to him like he's speaking with reverence, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Sanji shatters on the gallery floor there. His soul is bare for Zoro to see suddenly and that terrifies Sanji. Nobody has ever told him he's beautiful. Especially his eyes. He yanks his wrist from Zoro's grasp and speed walks to the stove to turn it off and remove the burnt pancake from the pan. He doesnt respond. He cant, not when his heart flutters when it should have been anchored down by rejection.

Then, Sanji walks up to Zoro, grabs onto both his shoulders, pushes him out the gallery door with surprisingly little resistance, and slams it shut. He leans against the door, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor with his head tucked between his knees. His face is burning and his face is probably red like a tomato right now. He stares at the ground with wide eyes and a weirdly giddy feeling in his chest and stomach nearly akin to happiness but also dangerously close to feeling freaked the hell out.

"What the fuck."

[omegaovaries]

prompt: favorites (unnamed Whitebeard pirate 2nd person pov)

ao3

There’s no denying that Ace has become one of everyone’s favorite sibling in the short time he’s been with the Whitebeard’s. It’s hard not to get caught up in Ace’s orbit. Everyone is literally drawn to his flames like moths. He makes you feel just as warm as his flames do, his eyes and smile and attention all on you. 

Well, that’s until his brothers show up. 

Once either or both of them are present, good luck trying to get a sliver of Ace’s attention back. You’ve never seen Ace with hearts in his eyes (you didn’t think he was the type) until he looks at his brothers. You don’t know which is worse, having Mugiwara or the Revolutionary visiting. 

Actually, you do know which is worse: both of them visiting simultaneously. 

It’s ridiculous how much the two spoil and baby Mugiwara like he isn’t an Emperor in his own right. Both Ace and the Revolutionary tease and tickle and touch him so affectionately. They’re drawn to Mugiwara like flowers to the sun and Mugiwara is drawn to them like a cat looking for pats in turn. 

It’s disgustingly domestic how the blond brother will wipe excess food off Mugiwara’s mouth or cradle him close like a baby, tucking his head into the crook of his neck and teasingly rocking back and forth, Mugiwara’s delighted giggles echoing across the deck of the Moby. Ace looks at them like they’re all his dreams come true. 

He lets Mugiwara steal food right off his plate and lets the Revolutionary drink straight from his cup. Sure Ace complains about it, even starts squabbles that have them all rolling in an indecipherable pile of flailing limbs about it, but he never stops them.  

You try not to feel jealous about it. 

[palskippah]

Hii bro this is so silly sorry but--

I'm a big trans (and preg) Ballister truther but I once in a discord server read someone (ilivelikeimtrying my pal you're a genius and I love your hcs but I'm shy to tag HSJH the fandom's small, you'll find this anyway 😔🙏) shared their HC regarding their Goldenheart fanbaby (with trans Ambrosius) and my guy almost died giving birth and overall it was terrible, but after it, he was like, so, when are we going to have our second?

And Ballister just there, after getting the biggest scare of his life about losing his partner, being like 🧍 what

Also sorry but the thought of Ambrosius there lying in bed, obviously looking like he had a hard birth and almost leaving to meet Gloreth- just calls Ballister's attention where he's looking at their baby. And when Ballister turns he sees his husband doing the most exhausted little shift of position into sexy mode

And he says, so, have you heard of Irish twins? (tired wink)

And Ballister doesn't smack him just bc Ambrosius' recovering and weak

(continuation of it is Ballister saying, how about you go to sleep, huh? >:[ that way you stop saying dumb stuff, and Ambrosius like, okay *knocks out*)

[also I find funny the contrast of Ballister having a pretty regular (still hard and tiring, but nothing bad happened) birth and deciding no more bc that was enough, thanks very much -- and Ambrosius having had a birth with one foot in death and the other in life, being like, yes, I'd like twelve more of these lil black-haired babies, pls and thanks)]

I just love these kind of hc 😔 this is how I consume them:

[themintman]

Some zombie Nurm's for y'all 😋😋

[wyllaztopia]

friendly reminder that i'm not obligated to respond to asks or dms

agdt asks take time to answer and i have already mentioned before that people's asks are unlikely to be answered due to how many there are [literally had to add my friend as a blog mod to purge 500+ asks]

i answer my own inbox when i have the time and when i see an ask i find interesting - if I don't answer your ask, it's either i don't have time to or i don't have an answer for it OR answering yours means i have to spoil something about agdt

so erm 🤓 ! don't bother going to my dms, i'm not going to answer you

uhh, slash i don't mean any animosity when i say this stuff idk whatever tonetag fits

[sysig]

Experimentation (Patreon)

[mvrphysart]

I thank you for telling me all the fun facts! I am here once again to ask for more :D You could make a funfact book and id read it ngl

of course!!! it’s my pleasure <3 i LOVE rambling about this heheheh

this fun fact is, once more, about Brasil!

Brasil has the second largest Japanese descendant population in the world, only after Japan itself!

Japanese immigration to Brasil peaked between 1926 and 1935, but the immigration process actually began on june 18, 1908, when the japanese ship Kasato Maru arrived in the country bringing almost 800 workers to farms in the interior of São Paulo. because of that, June 18 was established as the national day of Japanese immigration! in 1973, the flow stopped almost completely after the Nippon Maru immigration ship arrived — at that point, there were almost 200,000 Japanese settled in the country.

in 2022, Japan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs stated that there were 2 million Japanese descendants in Brasil (around 1% of the brazilian population!!) making it the country with the largest population of Japanese origin outside Japan.

however, Brasil only had around 46900 Japanese citizens as of 2023, since most of the Japanese descendant population in Brasil has been living in the country for three or more generations and most only have brazilian citizenship.

now you may ask: but why did so many japanese people immigrate to Brasil, specifically?

the answer is that, basically, Japan needed emigration and Brasil needed immigration. it was perfect for both.

Japan needing emigration

at the beginning of the 20th century, Japan was overpopulated. the country had been isolated from the rest of the world during the 265 years of the Edo period, with no wars, epidemics from outside or emigration. Japan produced only as much food as it consumed, without storing enough for hard times, which meant any unexpected problems or shortfall in the harvest caused famine.

when the Edo period ended, there was a project of modernisation and expansion during the Meiji Era, which brought the mechanisation of agriculture and consequently left thousands of workers unemployed, in debt, or caused them to lose their lands because they couldn’t pay the high taxes. because of that, the people who lost their lands moved to the big cities, making them crowded and making job opportunities quite rare.

so, in the 1880s, Japan encouraged the population to emigrate through contracts with other countries. before Brasil, many Japanese people had already immigrated to Mexico, Peru, and the US, especially Hawaii.

Brasil needing immigration

due to the expansion of coffee plantations, which was the major driver of the brazilian economy for a long time (from the last half of the 19th century until the 1920s, which i could talk about for HOURS but that’s another day’s fun fact), there was a demand for cheap workforce in rural São Paulo.

note: before that, the brazilian immigration policy was no only a way of colonisation, but also a way to whitewash and “civilise” the country with european immigrants, mainly germans and italians, following the ideals of social darwinism. because of that, there’s also a large number of italian and german descendants here, especially in the southeast and south.

the immigration of asians was practically prohibited in 1890. in that year, the president and the minister of agriculture signed a decree that immigrants from Africa and Asia could only be allowed with the authorisation of the National Congress. it was only in 1892 that Chinese and Japanese immigrants were allowed to enter Brasil, making the decree of two years earlier lose its effect.

in 1902, the italian government banned the emigration of italians to work in Brasil. the coffee plantations faced a very severe shortage of workers as the number of italians decreased, which led the brazilian government to accept the arrival of Japanese immigrants.

in 1906, Ryo Mizuno, president of the Imperial Emigration Company, visited Brasil. the timing was perfect, as the restriction of Japanese entry into the US and the restriction of italian emigration to Brasil meant that the interests of Japan and Brasil were aligned.

now, one of the most famous neighbourhoods of São Paulo is Liberdade (“Freedom” in portuguese), where many japanese immigrants established themselves around 1912, coming from the rural areas of the state after not adapting well to working in the coffee plantations.

despite being a “japanese neighbourhood”, nowadays most of the japanese people live somewhere else and only have their businesses there, and the region started to accept many chinese and korean immigrants as well.

the Liberdade neighbourhood: