#to quote my friend: “the toddler is the only one who's right”

[gaywarcriminals]

[undiscovered-horizon]

i know you only uploaded it a few hours ago, but please carry on the reader accidentally summoning morpheus, im dying to know their history, and his feelings on how much time has passed <3 big fan!!

A/N: By popular demand, I'm writing a 2nd part. The quoted poem is something I was obsessed with as a kid. My mom still quotes it.

[Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus] || [Sandman-inspired playlist]

All of it sounded like a madman's bad joke.

"Wait, hold on." You waved your hand. Hunching over the dusty box filled with remnants of your childhood, you began looking for another trinket that surely must have been there. "You mean that you are... goddamn where is it... I saw it somewhere here... Got it!" you exclaimed when you stood up with a thin, red book in your hand. "You mean that you are this funny fella?"

Your finger was tapping against the cover of a children's book. There was an illustration of a Santa Claus-like man carrying a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He was climbing a ladder to an open bedroom window. Above the picture, in fancy curvy letters, was written Grandfather Sand.

A small smile crept unto Morpheus's face. His eyes lit up vividly and you suspected that if he was any less reserved in his emotional expression, he would have laughed in your face. "Did you think he is the Sandman?"

"I didn't think the Sandman was at all," you retorted as you carelessly tossed the book on your bed. Looking once more at the pleasantly familiar illustration, the nostalgia made you recall something Morpheus had said to you a few minutes ago. "You said you know my face."

"I have visited you many times before," he stated. After a moment, he added in a quieter, defeated tone: "But you don't seem to remember."

You only shrugged your shoulders. "If I was a toddler, then no wonder. It was lifetimes ago."

Morpheus gave the room an absent once-over before staring at the box next to the two of you. Something brown and fur-like was peeking from behind dolls and plastic horses. His pale, skeletal hand reached for the mysterious object only for it to turn out to be an old, worn-out teddy bear. It still smelled of your grandmother's perfume. Sometimes you wondered what happened to him... Apparently, Terry had been safe and sound in your grandmother's basement throughout all those years.

Dream was examining the bear when he suddenly decided to make you recall something you had already forgotten you once remembered: "Maybe Spot tugged at him, tore the ear off, didn't say he's sorry?"

It was a quote - one that you had grown to know all too well. You felt as though that single line from a rhymed story allowed you to rediscover the oldest memories your brain could possibly store like you suddenly became privy to a life you had once led but not anymore. "A needle, a thread, a pair of hands, we'll mend the hurt right away," you quietly continued." You fixed Terry..." Yes, that plushy friend from your childhood did need an 'emergency surgery' once, although you could never quite recall who sew his ear back on. At some point, you even began questioning whether his little accident was even real as there was no sign of a tear whatsoever.

The memory came to you in waves like afterimages of a dream one tries to recall after waking up. It was all blurry, voices heard from miles away and sights as if seen through a dirty lens. "Yeah, I remember I used to ask to be told the same three stories over and over again and you were never frustrated with me."

"You were a great listener."

"So, how does this work? The melody plays and you just, puff, appear wherever?"

Morpheus sat Terry at the top of the dolls, plastic horses and fairytale books about fairies still residing inside the box. His bony hand lingered on the brown, matted fur of the plushie. "It was a gift." His gaze returned to you. "To a girl who just like you could not fall asleep. For decades it remained silent until that one night when I met you for the first time."

Your hand brushed against the ceramic raven inside the music box. It was quite an interesting choice of design for an item meant for children. "A magical heirloom. Sounds cool." The ghosting touch of your fingers was withheld only for you to close the enamelled lid for an unspecified amount of time. "Don't worry, I won't abuse that... privilege. I'm sure you have a lot going on anyway."

Without letting his gaze leave you, Morpheus was a little too quick to answer you. "Play it anytime you want."

His expression remained generally ambiguous but you figured it was just the way he looked. There was, however, one detail of his face that caught your attention: his eyebrows slightly raised making him appear somewhat surprised or nervous. "Is that permission or a suggestion?" you asked.

"Both."

Tagging people who were interested in a follow-up: @secretdreamlandmentality @kbrownie @lolitaisreal @thegraywitch @aralezinspace @boofy1998

[sandrockianblues]

Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of talks about the sandrock builder customization and how people been wanting more body types, although I’ve seen people being rude about it tbh, just the way talk about the female builder’s body is leaving a bad taste in my mouth. how do you feel about this?

Hi anon, thank you for asking me my opinion on this 💜💜

While it’s been more than a year of people vocalizing their desire in having sliders/ options/ different presets- only recently has the female builder’s body been complained about to the extent where I think a larger issue needs to be addressed.

Body shaming is still body shaming.

To pull some quotes I’ve seen:

“…small and childlike”

“…body types are definitely something that looks like an adult.” (In ref to Grace and Heidi bodies)

“…give us more mature body types too”

“I’m a baby.”

“…really awkward”

“Downright comical”

“…would love my builder to look more adult.”

“my builder looks like a toddler being walked to school by her husband haha.”

“I’m not a fan of looking like a child.”

“general proportions” (in ref to what the “issue” is)

“currently is kinda twigy”

And in discussion for future installments or advancements within the game:

“it’d be great if they got rid of that look.”

“I do hope they move away from it in the future.”

*this is about the female player body- I cannot speak on behalf of the male player body completely*

As someone who is personally significantly shorter than the builder myself and has a petite or smaller frame- this was very degrading to read comments of.

While I’m a huge advocate for any sort of character customization implements that can be involved such as height sliders/presets/ weight sliders/ whatever else, and I believe that you should have the right to vocalize your wants-

What I don’t believe is that it should come with mocking and criticizing the current female body of the player.

And I truly hope that this look isn’t just scrapped and gotten rid of.

Those under 5’2” are already misrepresented or just not represented enough as adults in games a large majority of the time. We often get stuck with characters that have larger or more curves than we do. Characters of average or taller height. Modelesque to curvaceous characters.

I’m not saying these physical wants for characters shouldn’t be implemented or that they should be ignored. I’m saying you can ask or wish for them without putting down those who do have smaller builds. Those without an hourglass figure or who legitimately are a foot or two shorter than the person they choose to become romantically involved with.

While this is something that me, family, friends, etc have dealt with our whole lives- those of us who have fallen on the very shorter side of the scale, I’m not going to standby and watch it be incorporated into a game that has quickly become one of my top two favorites in the past year of playing it.

Criticizing- not critiquing, there is a huge difference- the female player body as it stands right now and making harsh jokes about it is seen by those who happen upon these posts or threads and can identify with the body themselves. I know a number of short and petite people who are playing My Time at Sandrock, and if I’m being completely honest, this may be the first time we had a more comfortable experience with a character that can be customized for ourselves.

The builder is in their early 20s and also created by a small Chinese indie game company called Pathea. Think of how many of those who are more prone to those heights or body frames have been criticized alone. This game is possibly more prominent in China right now given that they have an online website we ourselves can’t translate. They’re aware of new merch and such we’ve yet to receive official news on.

Also for reference:

Yes, average height.

It may be fun to joke about how it looks to you, but for some people… this is our reality.

No, not all short people have dwarfism. No, not all petite people are just not eating enough. And yes, some of us may not have the ample assets that most women do have. And it’s something we’ve had to deal with our whole lives.

Implying that a taller height and a curvy figure or an incredible bust size is what makes a “mature” and “more adult” look is beyond insensitive. To imply that it is “what makes a girl a woman” is horrifically humbling to read.

And I do mostly see this body shaming of short or petite stature and height coming from mostly women. One cannot preach for body positivity if they continuously exclude and demoralize a body type. It’s hypocritical, it’s demeaning.

Comparing the female player body to the likes of Grace or Heidi or Jane- beyond saying it’s just the type of build one may want, as in, using them as a comparison to further degrade the current body, is yes, still body shaming and something a lot of us have worked hard to try and not compare ourselves to.

Does this have to do with me writing short female characters? Beyond the fact that I am short myself? Yes. Because it’s gotten to the point where if it’s not body shaming, it is fetishizing or glorifying the idea of being smaller than the average short height. And I want some readers to be able to read of a short character that isn’t “gremlin” or “closer to hell evil” or “feral” sometimes. Because that’s stereotyping. And we’ve been stereotyped our whole lives.

The female builder is in her early to mid 20s, around 5’2”, taller than some characters (that aren’t children), has a notable ass and chest- and yet while that’s how some of us look or it’s a bit more, “she’s not a woman”?

I have dated and befriended men from 5��� to 6’5”- and shockingly, men have been less prone to making me feel as less of a woman than the comments from my own gender have. I have shown and read these comments to my father, male friends, brothers and such only to see them become irritated that women are body shaming this body type. Pointing out the hypocrisy and some of the shallow remarks.

This is akin to a post I saw:

Unrealistic and far fetched right? How do you think we felt- those of us who were 5’2” or below.

Someone who is quite literally the same exact height as Andy irl and in my twenties.

I could go into the whole aspect of having to reanimate or rig the characters and players for cutscenes and interactions. I can dive into the whole deal with the “baby face” expressions (and yes, some people just do have a “baby face”). I can stand on Pathea’s side who has worked tirelessly and with several issues they had to work past. The deadlines and due dates they’ve had to push back while early access fans still cheered them on for support. Or I can point out that this game is rated with an E10+ rating.

But this post isn’t about that.

Preach for what you want or options you’d like to see. But no, let’s not make callous remarks and harsh jokes on the player’s body. Let’s not just suggest they get rid of it entirely.

Women are supposed to support women. How about we stop deciding bust size and height is what makes you a “real woman”?

[shippingforpros-homestuckedition]

As someone who predates the whole "anti shipping" thing by quite a large margin, the only thing that baffles me more than the fact that they exist is the fact that they've invaded the Homestuck fandom so thoroughly. Like of all media to be a fan of as an anti, you pick the one with actual canon incest, up to and including the entire troll species being directly related and born from - and I quote - "an incestuous slurry"? It's so weird. And then people act like that's a reasonable thing for them to do. Like no bitch, go watch Boohbah or something you Puritan toddlers. Let the Weird Freaky Porn fandom have our Weird Freaky Porn.

(Me answering too fast to everything cuz my brain says so)

When I started using the right terminology on tiktok, warning solkat as a shipcest/incestuous ship, I got in an argument with a dumbass who wanted to convince me that, somehow, being born from a "incestuous sloppy" (their words) didn't mean they're related.

The dumbass is also responsible for my favorite quote I am repeating to my friends endlessly now: "since when pedophilia has an age requirement!?" When I told them that, no, vantascest with Karkat being 16 and Kankri being 19, legally speaking, if they were real, wouldn't be pedophilic due their age.

But anyways, yeah, antis are fucking dumb, and they are in the Homestuck, in the South Park, in the Rick and Morty, in the Hannibal, in the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, in the Happy Sugar Life and so on fandoms. I've seen them everywhere, they're fucking IDIOTS. None of them cares about the story, or actually understanding what they're watching, ASSUMING they're watching/reading what they claim to be "fans" of. They just wants the aesthetics of being "alternatives" and "not like the others, because I like something SOOO impolite and quirky and edgy like South Park 😝".

They're all fucking normies.

LITTLE NOTE: I want to remind every nerdy shit that any Beta Troll x Beta Troll is incestuous because, even if they were born via ectobiology and not through the mother grub, Karkat took the genetic material from trolls who where born from the mother grub. The genes are those. It's incest.

[wastelandofdreams]

Hi I just wanted to say I really enjoy your posts and even though I'm not personally a gcest truther I do think that there is no doubt that there is a lack of healthy physical boundaries in their relationship.

I just personally don't think incestuous feelings is the explanation (well at least not between Noel and Liam)

To me the weirdness (from an outside perspective) between them can't be discussed without giving serious consideration to the horrific trauma they shared as children.

They do not have a healthy relationship as adults because they didn't have a healthy childhood in which to develop healthy bonds.

When Noel was being dragged out of his bed in the middle of the night and beaten sensless, Liam was right there in the bed next to him witnessing it all, at such a young ages that their brains couldn't process it properly (and I mean that literally trauma in early childhood can cause damage to the still developing brain of a child due to the high levels of overwhelming toxic stress that are produced while experiencing trauma)

Liam saw Noel at his most vulnerable, he saw things Noel to this day can't bring himself to really talk about. That is one hell of a trauma bond and for me it under pins everything about how they interact as adults imo

Then you have the fact Liam was the one of the 3 brothers who witnessed the worst of Tommy's violence towards Peggy because he was so little he was always by her side. She said herself Noel and Paul didn't really witness much her being beaten because they were always outside playing or with friends. That Noel would ask why she had a black eye and she would lie but in her words "of course he knew" But Liam saw it all from her being hit over the head with a hammer to the time he described seeing Tommy beat her so bad that he just wouldn't stop hitting her and Liam was too small to help her. Liam has said he was angry with Paul and Noel being out so often and not at home protecting their mum.

The threats to kill Peggy, the threats to burn down the house with Noel and Paul inside.

Then there is the neglect which they all suffered to some degree from Noel and Paul being left in the car all day while Tommy entertained his mistress, to him leaving them to walk home for miles in the cold and rain because again he abandoned the somewhere to disappear for days with his other family or drinking buddies. To the financial neglect.

But the most serious neglect was toward Liam who as a toddler would be left home alone all day because Tommy didn't want to do his share of the childcare while Peggy worked to feed and cloth them.

There is speculation about Tommy sexually abusing Liam due to things that Liam has said and Tommy has said and just his all round creepyness about Liam. But not sure I want to go into it any further. There was also the "mother's old friend who hurt him" quote which some have speculated was alluding to csa.

All of this is to say I don't think their odd relationship can be spoken about with out an acknowledgement of the very serious and deep trauma that was the foundation of their childhoodm

Hi! So first of all thank you for liking my posts and I appreciate that you are sharing your thoughts with me

But I'm also kind of not sure what should I answer or what you want me to say... I guess I don't post much about their childhood trauma because I'm not a child psychologist nor am I any kind of expert in that regard?

I did read some fanfics where the authors try to discuss it to some extent. But, then again, none of us were there, and we are not them. We can only make our assumptions.

Frankly speaking... I started the blog just to have some fun. Shipping them is fun. Saw something my mutuals posted and reblog it is fun. Find something interesting and share it here is fun. My life sucks I just want to have some fun here. I understand you want to discuss a more serious matter and it's probably better to make a post yourself so that you can get a more serious discussion

Anyway have a nice day :)

[hello-there-world]

hi thought about Charlie again. in the Rewrite. specifically in the games. no we're not getting into my Very Sad version of the Novel Trilogy. trust me, i found a way to make it sadder.

so!! my girl <3

like her dad and brother, she is incredibly southern. this includes her using southern sayings (mostly picked up from her dad). her favorite one is "Well, bless their heart" because it can technically be used genuinely (which is how most people use it i think) or as a thinly veiled insult (how my mom says it's Technically used). it just depends on the context of how Charlie says it. if she says it in either a mocking, sarcastic, or deadpan tone, she's basically saying "Ah, so their stupidity caught up to them, then? Is that what I'm hearing?"

yeah...Charlie's not exactly a 100% perfect angel, but she's not a Bad Kid either. she's a sweetheart, but she's rough and rugged. she lends a helping hand, but that doesn't mean she won't cuss you out if you're a dumbass. she fights dirty if she has to, verbally and physically.

Charlie dealt with bullying in school, mostly from another girl named Brittany and her clique. Charlie honestly could've given less of a shit (and usually did) but Brittany would drag her friends into it. which she was Not fine with.

Charlie's not even sure what Brittany's problem with her is. the long story short of it all is that while most people think Charlie is Weird /pos, Brittany and (most of) her small clique think that Charlie is Weird /neg.

so...probably the weirdest way to view the scene but like. when Brittany and a few of her friends locked Charlie outside, Charlie's reaction was less "Oh no!! :( Let me back inside, it's raining out here!! :((" it was more "BRITTANY YOU BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER, LET ME BACK IN RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL KICK YOUR ASS WHEN I GET BACK IN THERE-"

so yeah, had William decided to be Normal and Actually helped her get back inside, we probably would've gotten a scene of either someone needing to hold Charlie back before she started a fight, or Charlie getting into a fight with Brittany.

the reason Charlie likes the song "My Grandfather's Clock" was because Henry used to sing it to her. Henry also made the music box for her.

Charlie is technically transmasc and bigender, but uh. she kinda died before she realized that.

a lot of Charlie's friends and family would also call her Charles as a nickname.

so...you're probably wondering: if Charlie's meant to be the most "pacifistic" of the souls, why does she try to kill the nightguards in Fnaf 2? well...the short answer is that she kinda had a Moral OCD-Induced Mental Breakdown (she failed to save five whole children and practically had to watch them die, and in her incredibly traumatized mind, killing a few nightguards is how she makes up for her "failure." (because, technically, someone should've been working there to keep them safe, and no one was, but the SAVE THEM minigame takes place at like 11:15 at night, so no one was there yet))

William didn't think that Charlie was responsible for like. the three dead nightguards (in the span of two weeks post-SAVE THEM) until Alex pulled up the security footage. which showed her killing the guards. William put the music box in place to keep her from. y'know. Continuing To Do That. it's the only time he's really been Scared of her as a spirit.

Charlie might technically be the "leader" of the spirits, but that doesn't mean she Entirely knows what she's doing.

Charlie, despite everything, doesn't hate William. she can't bring herself to. that doesn't mean she forgives him, nor that she isn't fucking furious with him, but...those don't necessarily equal hatred. i'd say this UCN quote sums up Charlie's feelings towards William pretty well: "I don't hate you, but you need to stay out of my way."

Charlie is actually the one who voiced Marionn when she was little! their voice is literally just Toddler Charlie!!

Charlie is Pan, but kinda oblivious about it. she thinks that Everybody kinda likes everyone but a Lot of people are just being weird about having to like Only the opposite gender or you're Wrong. she pretty much inherited her dad's sexuality, she just doesn't know.

Charlie would've grown up to be/dress like a butch and i accept no criticism on this (/hj)

Charlie my beloved <3

She sounds so cool... I really like the UCN quote there, too, cause it just... there's a deep sense of kinda... apathetic bitterness? She doesn't hate him, but...

[phantompoguefangirl]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER THREE: HOME IS WHERE THE BAND IS

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the I-love-yous

But I bet you if they only knew (they don't know)

They would just be jealous of us

They don't know about the up-all-nights

They don't know I've waited all my life, Just to find a love that feels this right (they don't know)

Baby, they don't know about, they don't know about us.

They don't know how special you are.

They don't know what you've done to my heart. They can say anything they want

'Cause they don't know about us -They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

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The plane ride was only like a couple hours long and we spent the first part of it discussing logistics for my new setlist song and the rest of it watching Guardians of the Galaxy. We were still quoting it and giggling uncontrollably as we got off the plane and found our luggage. Michael carried mine for me and we made our way through the airport until we got to the secluded area where Luke, Ashton, and Calum were waiting for us with their security guard, Dave.

Ashton was the first to see us and his face lit up like the 4th of July causing his mouth to turn up into his big iconic smile. Ashton was my best guy friend and the band member I was closest to, besides Michael obviously. He was also the reason I got into 5 Seconds of Summer. I'd seen a cute photo of him and I wanted to know who he was so I googled him and found the band. I instantly loved the music and was in Ashton's lane at first, but then I discovered that an angel named Michael Clifford existed and my whole life changed.

Of course, Ashton still had a special place in my heart and when I met him, we'd instantly clicked in a purely platonic way. We were the same age, but because Ashton was older by a few months and because I was so much shorter than all of them, he liked to call me his little sister just to annoy me.

We both were very giggly and sarcastic and we had a lot of fun together. We also kind of ended up being the parents of the group a lot since we were the oldest and someone has to keep track of these dorks when they're together or chaos ensues. I mean, chaos usually ensues anyway, but Ash and I(mostly me) tried to keep them from getting into trouble. Easier said than done when you have the equivalent of four toddlers on crack in adult bodies running around with you. But I loved them for their crazy shenanigans because it was always hilarious and fun to be apart of.

"Mia!!" Ashton yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts as he ran toward me, sounding like he hadn't seen me in months.

"Dimples!" I yelped out the nickname I gave him excitedly as he carefully scooped me up into a hug and I hugged him back as tightly as I could. The boys already knew about my hand because we had called them to let them know what happened while we were waiting in the ER.

"No, stop, I don't want to be annoyed with you. I missed you too much!" he groaned, setting me down. He always pretended he didn't like that nickname but he really didn't mind.

"It's literally only been like a day and a half, Ash," I giggled.

"Yeah, but you guys left me alone with these two idiots so it felt like forever," Ashton said, pointing behind him at Luke and Calum with his thumb.

"Hey! We heard that," Luke said as he and Calum came up to us.

"Yeah, if anything, they should be apologizing for leaving us alone with you," Calum added, playfully shoving Ashton.

"Oh well my bad," I said sarcastically, still giggling.

"Wow, we're gone for ONE fucking day and you all become such whiny little shits," Michael said, laughing as he hugged the boys.

When the guys were done horsing around as they greeted each other, Luke and Calum happily hugged me too and then we started walking toward the exit. I still had a hard time keeping up with them, so Ashton gave me a piggy back ride. Michael was going to but he had all the luggage and Ashton beat him to it anyway.

"So what are you gonna do about tour, y'know with your hand being hurt and everything?" Luke asked, once we were all buckled in and Dave was driving us back to our house.

"Oh we actually need to talk to you about that. Michael offered to play guitar for me, if that's cool with you guys," I explained,"And I want to add a cover song to my set, too."

"Can you handle all that, Mikey?"Ashton asked, worried.

"Oh yeah. It's not that much more to play and like I told Mia, there will be a break between her set and ours so I can rest and refuel then," Michael answered excitedly.

"If you're sure you'll be fine, then I see no issue with that. As long as you take care of yourself," Ash said.

"I'm okay with it too. Just don't wear yourself out, mate," said Calum.

"Yeah same," Luke agreed.

"I won't wear myself out, I promise," Michael affirmed.

"I'll make sure he doesn't," I said,"Thank you guys, I really appreciate all of you."

"Of course. We'd do just about anything for you, Mia. You know that," Ashton assured me, "Speaking of which, I believe you had a second request?"

I nodded and explained my song idea to them. They were down for it too so I texted my band to meet us at our house. As soon as we got there, Michael and I went with them down to the studio to rehearse.

We did a quick run through of my set to work Michael in, and then we started learning Face Down. We were still working on the arrangement and I was just finishing singing the last part of the song when Luke came downstairs. I groaned in frustration as the song ended.

"Hey lunch is read-whoa what's wrong?" Luke said, walking further into the studio.

"Something doesn't feel right. We've pretty much got the song learned but something about the arrangement itself is just...off,"I explained.

"Yeah it feels like there's something missing maybe?" Michael added.

"Hmm, well do you guys want to play it again so I can hear it? Maybe I can help you figure it out," Luke offered, hesitantly.

We nodded, and Luke listened to the original song on the studio computer and then listened to us play it right after. He stopped us after the first chorus and we looked at over at him, confused.

"Michael, what if you sing with her? I think your voices blend well and I think if you harmonize, it might be a nice touch." Luke suggested.

"Oh, I didn't even think of that! That's great idea," Michael said, looking at his bandmate and then over at me.

"Ooh, yeah, let's try it!" I agreed, excitedly.

So we figured out what parts he would sing and Luke was right. Michael's voice and our harmonies were exactly what the song needed. I think the passion and emotion came out more that way because Michael was a big part of the story we were telling with this music and he could tell his side as well. Calum and Ashton joined us when Luke didn't come back and they thought it was awesome too, so that made me feel even better about it.

We practiced it a couple more times and then we went upstairs to eat. Calum had ordered sub sandwiches for everyone, including my band. They were here playing music with me enough that their food orders had been learned.

After we finished eating and my band left, Luke and Calum asked Michael to play Fifa. I played videogames, but I wasn't any good at Fifa and neither was Ashton so we just sat and watched. I ended up between Michael and Ashton on the bigger couch while Luke and Calum took the other one. We watched them play for a few hours, laughing at their playful arguments and insults.

After awhile I began to zone out a bit, staring at my cast and thinking about yesterday. Ashton must have noticed because he gently took my broken hand in his.

"Do you want to talk about what happened with your family? I mean we know the part about how you ended up in the ER but not the rest," he spoke after a moment.

"They were judgemental as hell, but at least my dad and Maggie shut up after Michael basically told them that he didn't give a shit what they thought of him. Grandma was the only one who didn't let up. I guess I shouldn't really surprised though," I told him as I glanced up and watched the boys fighting to score a goal.

"What did they say?" Ashton asked.

I fidgeted with a loose thread on Michael's jeans anxiously as the events of yesterday replayed in my head.

"They basically called me a ho and said I jumped from Jesse to Michael like it was nothing," I answered, trying to stay calm as the boys made various disgusted noises at the mention of Jesse's name,"Then Grandma saw my side tattoo and my belly ring while we were horsing around with my brothers and she said I ruined my body for Michael, who, according to her, just wants to get in my pants and will leave me for some other groupie."

"What?!" Ashton growled.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?" Luke exclaimed, pausing the game and looking at me incredulously.

"Why the hell would they say that to you?" Calum asked, also looking at me in shock.

"I don't know, honestly," I said sadly, shifting away from Ashton in order to snuggle closer to Michael, who set his controller down and wrapped his arms around me in response.

"I pretty much told her grandma to go fuck herself for that last bit, but I was polite about it because I was more worried about Mia's injury than anything else in that moment," Michael said, sounding like he was also trying to stay calm.

"Wow," Luke said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.

"He told them off twice, actually, but Grandma didn't stop until she said the groupie thing and Michael really went off on her,"I said.

"I would have went off too. What the fuck is wrong with these people?" Ashton said, angrily.

"I about lost my shit over what they said about her and Jesse, though. I almost took her and left right then, but we got distracted by her dad asking about her music," Michael said.

"Did you tell them what happened with Jesse?" Ashton asked.

"Yeah but I was kinda vague about it because the details are still hard to talk about,"I sighed.

"That's fair," Ashton said.

"They got the picture, though," Michael said.

"Good," Ashton nodded.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," Calum told me.

"Both of you," Luke added, glancing between Michael and I.

"Thanks," We replied simultaneously.

Michael tilted my face upward to look at him,"Hey, I hope you know your family is wrong for acting like that and saying those things. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, besides this band of course, and I'm never going to leave you. I love you so fucking much, Mia. More than you know."

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his softly. "I know, Baby. I told you I don't care what they think of you. I just didn't want to hear them say it. And I love you too."

"For the record, we're not going anywhere either. We love you too, Mia," Luke added.

"Yeah, your family can kick rocks. They don't know anything about us. None of us would ever even dream of leaving or hurting you, especially not Michael. You mean the world to us," Ash agreed.

"To be honest, I don't think they really should count as family because family doesn't treat you like that. To me, we are your family because we love each other, take care of each other, support each other unconditionally and never judge each other. Except jokingly, of course," Calum spoke up.

"Awe, Calum," I said as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"No, I'm serious. You're as much my sister as Mali-Koa is at this point," he said, getting up and extending his arms to me as Ashton and Luke nodded in agreement and moved closer too. "Remember what I always say? Home is where the band is. Well, you're part of us now so home is where you are too."

"You already know you're my little sister too," Ashton grinned through watery eyes.

The tears were free falling now as I got carefully smooshed into the arms of my four favorite boys. I could feel their warm tears on my clothes as we held each other.

We stayed like that for a bit before Ashton spoke up.

"Hey, how about we have a movie night? We can make a fort and sleep here in the living room tonight!" He suggested, knowing this was one of mine and Michael's favorite things to do.

"Hell yeah! I'll order pizza!" Michael agreed excitedly.

"Calum and I can go get snacks and drinks from the store!" Luke offered.

"You know I'm in!" I agreed, jumping up and running upstairs. I changed into one of Michael's tshirts and some pajama shorts. Michael followed me and changed into his own pjs as he ordered the pizza. He helped me bring our bedding downstairs once he got off the phone.

Luke and Cal got back before the pizza arrived and Ash emerged from his room also clad in sleepwear to help them bring in the snacks. They changed too and then someone threw in Mean Girls at some point, earning a groan from Michael.

"Shut the fuck up, you love Mean Girls," Luke said, gently smacking his arm.

"I was kidding, geez," Michael giggled, shoving him before reaching for me.

Before he could touch me, I squealed as I was swept into someone's arms and pulled onto one of the couches.

"What the hell, Ash?" Michael said, annoyed.

"I can't cuddle with my best friend?" Ash asked innocently.

"First of all, OUCH. I thought we were your best friends," Michael scoffed sarcastically, gesturing to himself, Luke and Cal, both voiced their agreement. "And second of all, what if I wanted to cuddle her?"

I knew I should probably interject but watching any of the boys banter was too funny to miss.

"Well first of all, you know what I meant so come off it, mate," Ashton replied, laughing as he pulled me a little bit closer, "And second of all, I just want Mia snuggles for a little while. You can have her back after that."

Michael was about to protest, but I nodded and smiled at him, "Babe, it'll be fine. I'll come cuddle with you after the pizza gets here and we eat."

Michael made a pouty face before overdramatically sighing and plopping down on the other couch. "Fine, I guess."

I could tell by his eyes that he wasn't really bothered, though. Him and Ashton often jokingly fought over me.

"I'll cuddle you, mate," Calum offered, reaching for Michael.

"CAL PAL!" Michael mock gasped, giggling and jumping on Calum as we all laughed hysterically.

Luke jumped on them and they wrestled around before getting distracted by the movie and laying there tangled up with each other while watching.

I couldn't find my phone so I grabbed Ashton's and took a few sneaky photos of them as it happened. I posted them on Ashton's social media accounts with the caption "Movie night cuddles or failed WWE Smackdown reenactment?" causing Ashton to crack up laughing as he read it.

The other three didn't seem to notice and I put the phone down as we all focused on the tv. I leaned back against Ashton, basking in his warmth as his arms tightened around me. He was so comfy to do this with, like a big adorable teddy bear. I sighed quietly as I laid there feeling very relaxed. That is, until the pizza came and everyone scrambled to get up and grab a slice.

Once we finished eating, we built the fort and situated everything.

"Babe, look!" Michael said, pointing proudly at the nest of pillows and blankets he had created for us.

"Ooohh yesss!" I said, coming over to him excitedly. I jumped into the pile and carefully rolled myself into the blankets like a burrito.

"Hey I wanna be a burrito with you!" Michael said, burrowing in beside me, pulling me into his arms and brushing his lips against mine. I giggled, stretching my arms and legs around him as I kissed him back happily.

"Ew, get a room!" Calum joked, pretending to gag.

Michael's lips didn't leave mine as he help up his hand and gave Calum the finger. I could practically hear Calum rolling his eyes amid Luke and Ashton's laughter.

I giggled into the kiss and we pulled apart after a minute. We shifted around so we could both watch the movie, Michael snuggling me closer and nuzzling his face into my neck as we did so.

The boys had each made their own bedding nests and were now curled up in their spots contently. We ended up eating snacks and quoting every film we watched late into the night until we all fell asleep.

[basketofvoilets]

my comedic car wreck and hospital visit in chronological order (so i don’t forget)

1. i’m driving home from work (alone, thankfully) and i REALLY have to poop

2. suddenly i get t-boned right on my door, the car goes flying across the highway until i got control of the wheel (tip: put your car in park as soon as you can. that’s the first thing my mom taught me when i learned how to drive)

3. the airbag hit the left side of my head with such ferocity that it brought me out of my shocked state and back into reality. thankfully i got the worst of the impact & i was the only one “injured” (i use air quotes bc i have minor injuries, just keep reading)

4. i got the car stopped and at this point i am FACING oncoming traffic and i’m NOSE TO NOSE with the cars behind me. i am certain they will forever be haunted by the look of panic on my face. literally the first thing i did was call my mom and i am violently trembling but somehow i didn’t cry at any point

5. ppl started getting out of their cars to help me and the 3 other cars (southern hospitality) and some kind stranger had to coax me out of the passenger side of my car like a scared animal

6. luckily my mom was in town so she was like 10 minutes away. so i called my gf like heyyyyyyy i’m alive! as soon as i checked my phone my friends were texting me asking if i was okay bc they SAW me standing next to my beloved crashed car. HUMILIATING!!!!

7. i started talking to the passenger of the car that started the accident & he was like going around making sure everyone was okay (he was very nice)

8. when my mom showed up i almost fell to my knees. i literally have the best mom. the first responders show up and the firemen move my car out of the middle of the road bc there was no way in hell i was getting back in there.

9. all the cars get moved to a parking lot nearby and somehow i find myself hugging the lady who hit my car (she was also very nice and had a very cute toddler)

10. guys. i fucking love my car. she is the most perfect little car in the world and i’m so sad. i hope she is repairable💔the tow truck shows up and im like….. but :(((

11. we talk to police n stuff & we leave so i can go home to change and POOP before we go to the hospital

12. i get home, hug and kiss my gf, and poop

13. i get to the e.r with my mom and we get called back almost instantly & girl. that little hospital bed was comfy. they start asking me questions & i could tell they were entertained by my dry delivery of the previous events.

14. they give me muscle relaxers and ibuprofen, and the muscle relaxers IMMEDIATELY kick in bc i’m a lightweight

15. a nurse with a really cool traditional tattoo sleeve takes me back for x rays in a wheelchair and i was embarrassed bc i can walk and i felt like i was being dramatic despite it being hospital protocol

16. the nurse was really cool and he seemed to think my lightly sedated state was entertaining. the funny thing abt this guy is that he saw the car wreck while he was going to work and he was like well i’ll see y’all later. i told him i was the one standing on the side of the road like an idiot

17. they discharge me & say i sprained my neck & have a bruise on my head. bitch i got thrown across a highway and all i got was a sprained neck???? incredible

18. my mom and i went to waffle house and i embarrassed myself so bad trying to order bc i just could not. make words happen. at all. i ate more in one sitting than i do in a week and it was so fucking delicious that i don’t even feel guilty

19. so basically i’m fine but i was warned that the next few days i’ll feel like HELL. good thing i just bought vodka. i’m so glad everyone else is okay💕💕 but i am so sad about my car :(( and i hope the girl that hit me can forgive herself :( i stand by the fact that toyota corollas are the best cars. drive safe y’all

[justshitandanime]

Kamigami no Asobi/ Ludere Deorum (Anime) Critic, opinion, whatever (no major spoiler)

So, I just end to watch this short anime (12 episodes) and I’m like MEH. I don’t care about the game, truly, I give 3 fucks. Is only about the anime.  

The basic plot is “A bunch of gods from different religions have to take classes in a school with a human for a REASON”. And at first, when you see which gods are (Japanese, Greeks, Nordic and Egyptian) you can think: Ok, this will be great! Like, knowing that Greeks, Nordic and Egyptians in some point fight historically between them, the god’s relationships must give a lot of drama and conflict, right???

WELL NO, ZERO. The story now is “Everyone love the human, plot less deep than a paper” ISTG.

Let’s start with the only woman in the series, a girl that’s so annoying that make me want to rip off her hair. Zero personality, she only adds something because the rest of the gods are pretty much teenagers with the mindset of a 10 years old child who seems to never see humans in their lives for more than 5 minutes (which in some point it contradicts it because one of the gods almost marry a human??). Typical lady who can’t stop to cry for legit anything but, somehow save the world and somehow know how help everyone…

The gods are just plain stupid, which, coming from beings hundreds of hundred years old, HOW THE FUCK? The only ones are the two who are like on top the school, Zeus and Thoth (this last one was my main reason to see this anime), who act a little more as millennial old god. One of them literally have the attitude and personality of a toddler…

The only big GOOD APPLAUSE to this anime was make the Egyptian gods (Anubis and Thoth) NOT WHITE and neither with “people of color offensive stereotypes”. Are the same, act the same, as SHOULD, but brown skin color.

But the rest is a little meh. Both are the only different ones, the Japanese gods look just as the Nordic and Greek. Their “god form” is a mix of Sailor Moon style with some vague representation of their characteristics.

Their personality are based on one quote of wikipedia, ignoring the 99% of their original lore, their relationships are also very basic. Half of the screen time are just simping over the girl, trying to see who will keep her as if she was just a prize and not a being with own brain (hello misogyny my old friend) and she is pretty much a toy with no self-love or even the ovaries to speak (she shutters and say “but” all the time).

They also end shirtless or semi naked way too often to be barely 12 episodes long and make me think, whoever made it, was thinking in “I will make a bunch of hot dudes, showing tasty meat, to make the girls see this anime”.

Another issue with the design is that they look pretty similar. Except the change of the hair color and style, they are the damn same, to the point of be hard to identify them at first, even the girl has THAT FACE. Again, only is easy for the Egyptians gods and Zeus. They are all so absurdly THIN like, damn, they have muscles but, you know, to have these muscles, do you have bones below or something? They are eels…

Their conflicts seem so damn deep in some point that make you think “ok, now the drama start!” but no, all is fixed in one chapter as if they put the issue under a rug.

The names are a big “wtf”. The character Melissa is showed as if is going to be important but I still try to figure out why the fuck they made him/her.

Being an old shitty person a side, I can say, even so, they somehow manage to be charming enough to make you get a little sad when the bad shit happens. After all, they are just a bunch of bimbos: no brain, pretty, nice guys.

There are a few plots twist that can make you say “cool”.

Background and scenery are great, night skies were my favorite.

Score: 2.5/5 and 5/10. Is fine if you are bored one day and want to binge a fast show without need to think, but don’t expect too much. And kinda avoid it if you are fan of any of these gods (much less a nerd of their mythology) or you will end spitting foam and cursing in old latin.

[kelly-writes-1127]

Schrodinger's Brother

Thursday, 28 October 2021, 1:00 p.m.

I snuck away from work for a sushi lunch with a friend. This friend also happens to be my boss’s wife. It’s ok she’ll cover for me. We order in at her place so her toddler can nap.

“You’re the only one that gets it.” She says. “All my other friends think I’m terrible for not wanting my parents to visit.”

I laugh an easy, pain free laugh. The last one I’ll ever know. “Maybe I’m not the best example,” I shrug, “but I’m no stranger to a draining or unloving family. You don’t owe them anything just because you’re related. And it’s okay to feel however you feel. I have a lot of “family”, I air quote the word, “but the only ones I am close with are my brother and a couple of cousins.”

The name Brendon James appears on my phone as it lights up. I roll my eyes, “That’s my dad. I’ll call him after lunch.” I push the side button to silence the disruption.

Suddenly, my friend’s phone lights up with her own call. “Is that my boss?” I joke as she answers. “Tell him I’m definitely working.” She smiles and gives me a friendly wink as she answers. 

My phone goes off again. This time an obscure aunt. Ugh, what do these people want. I answer the phone as I step into the other room. 

“Have you spoken to your dad?” immediate panic in her voice. My heart starts racing. I hang up without saying a word and call my dad. No answer. I call him again. No answer.

Back to the obscure aunt. She answers with that same panicked voice, “yea, Kelly?”

“What’s going on?” I demand.

“You need to sit down,” she says.

“Tell me what is going on right now. My dad isn’t answering. Tell me what is going on.”

“Your brother is dead.” She doesn’t scream it or say it in a panic. Almost as if she is trying to steady herself for me, but it comes out as if she is telling me that she left the mail on the table. And I’m too confused by the words and her cadence.

“No he’s not.” I hang up. I’m standing in my friends foyer. I can hear her on the phone in the other room with my boss. My brother is not dead. I call him — “Charlie?!” No answer. My family is full of unreliable and dramatic people and my brother is not dead. And if he were dead I wouldn’t be finding out from an obscure aunt. If my brother had the audacity to die then he damn well would have told me himself.

Is the room spinning? I fucking hate my unreliable and dramatic family. I fall to my knees and call my dad. No answer. I had just been eating a California roll. My brother is not fucking dead.

I call Erin, his fiance. She answers the phone in a crying, pleading scream, “Keeeellllllyyyy”. My heart breaks immediately. But he is not dead.

“Erin, what is going on?” I demand.

“He’s dead. He’s dead Kelly.” she’s sobbing.

“Who told you that? Where are you?” I’m crying and my voice is escalating, but he is not dead.

“I’m at his apartment. He won’t wake up.”

“Call a fucking ambulance. What is going on? He is not dead, Erin.”

She answers with incomprehensible sobbing. I hang up and call my dad.

“Hello” his voice is gruff and ragged.

“What is going on?” Someone say something fucking comprehensible.

His mind is racing and I can tell words are falling from his mouth without any thought. “What is going on…let’s see what is going on… is that my only son is dead.”

“Why are you saying that??” I scream. My friend comes in from the other room. She’s telling her husband — my boss, that she needs to go, that something is wrong. I’m sitting on my knees near the door and rocking and sobbing. None of this can possibly be real.

“Why am I saying that? Because he is dead, Kelly.” He almost chuckles at the end. Because it’s so absurd? Because I’m such an unrelenting bitch? He’s exasperated that he had to say it again. I’m exasperated because I still don’t believe him.

“Who told you that?”

“The coroner, Kelly.”

“I want to talk to him. Give me the number.”

My friend is holding me and I’m rocking and saying “no no no no no no” over and over again.

“What’s going on?” she mouths.

“I think… maybe… they’re saying that… that my brother’s dead.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers and wraps her arms around my rocking body.

“Has anyone even called an ambulance?” I’m screaming at my dad as he looks for the number of the coroner.

“Kelly.” He’s angry, or hurt, or annoyed. I don’t know, and I don’t really care. How many times has he been wrong about how many other things? Who is the fixer in this god damn family? — Me. That’s right, me. Give me the god damn coroner’s number and I will find out that he was actually taken to the emergency room. Or that we’re not even talking about the right person. Give me the fucking number. I will find the truth. He finds the number. “I gotta go dad. I’ll figure out what is going on.” I hang up before he can answer.

I dial the coroner. No answer, so I leave a message and wait. Schrodinger’s brother. He’s not dead, but not quite alive.

My friend holds me while we wait for a call back. “I need to go. I need to go home and figure this out.” She understands and I’m out the door on my way to solve this.

[leethepiper]

Tomorrow, Before Yesterday Begins

Gol D. Roger expected himself to be in the afterlife after his execution. Instead, he found a seven-year-old boy wearing his most precious straw hat. (Time Travel AU)

make a choice (turncoat hero)

He takes the kid as Rouge breathes her last, shuddering breath, and goes to turn out the door.

Standing in his path is an old friend.

"Hand over the child,” Sengoku says, voice even and tired, and Garp has to make a choice.

-

Or: Garp accidentally becomes a pirate, purposefully becomes a grandfather, and still manages to be a hero in the end.

empty throne of un untimely king

After the storm departure from the Wano’s country with the title of the Emperor of the Sea looming over their heads, the Strawhats Pirates hunt became even more recurrent when young pirates seeking fame set out to challenge the new Emperor. During a fight in the middle of a gale, however, and an inevitable entrance in a Rainbow Mist, an unplanned time travel intrudes on the plan to find the last Road Poneglyph and make Luffy the new Pirate King.

“If it was more than thirty years back in time so that’s means Gol D. Roger is still alive, right?”

“Wait, WHAT?!”

vorfreude

Vorfreude: (n.) the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures . . Outlook Sabo is eighteen years old now, and an adept nobleman. Charming, ruthless, manipulative... and everything else his child-self had once sought to escape from becoming. For the sake of his brothers though—for his most treasured bonds—he is willing to sacrifice anything and everything, including his own sense of self. Unfortunately for his plans, Portgas D Ace has a great many things to say about that.

OR: Someone who’s lost sight of his heart reunites with a brother and a dream out on the endless sea.

Color the ocean red (to prove my love to you) [SLOW UPDATES]

[UPDATES ARE SLOW, CHECK CHAPTER 22 TO SEE WHY]

"Give it back!"

The toddler stomped the sand as the mer stretched his hand further away, out of reach for the upset kid.

"Hmmmmm......how about, No."

Shanks throw the ball up in the air just to catch it back with his hand, watching the pouting toddler with a taunting smile.

Luffy could just watch as the mer held captive his beloved beach ball.

'This is too easy. I can't wait to hear the symphony of gurgling this snotty nose brat will make as I drag him under the foamy waves to the bottom of the sea.' Glee sparks in red eyes at the mental image.

 Or Shanks is a probably (definitely) murderous mer. Luffy has no self-preservation instincts and goes "You are my friend now" and it's getting worse before it gets better

Or or Author craves Shanks and Luffy brotherly fluff fics and decides to make their own.

The Future in Ink

Everyone is born with a plethora of faded marks on their skin, each marking important people, events, or ideas in their life. As they age, some fade while others become set. A series of short stories of One Piece characters and their marks.

1. Garp 2. Marco I 3. Shanks 4. Zoro I 5. Robin 6. Zoro II 7. Coby 8. Sabo 9. Marco II

Incorrect Quotes

Newgate x Garp incorrect quotes,because I’m on a road trip and have nothing better to do

To Love Without Regrets

Ace met Marco on an island his crew was restocking. Marco introduced himself as a traveler only for Ace to find out that he was the first mate of the man he was challenging.

Or, what if Ace met Marco before he challenged Whitebeard?

At Least Two Word Sentences

Borsalino isn’t known for having morals.

Mmnn that doesn’t sound quite right.. He has morals, it’s just figuring out what those morals are…

But because of these loose, lax or generally frowned upon morals. He finds himself wrapped up in a delightful conversation with the first division commander of the White beard pirates.

Lions acceptance (An Emperors protection)

They eventually made it to an empty cell that was surrounded by many more empty cells, further away from the occupied ones from earlier, where Shanks was tossed in.

The cell was nothing much, it was surrounded by bars except for the back wall, and it also had a thin blanket in one corner and with a rusty bucket in the other.

The cell door shut with a bang, and the men that had led him in left without a word—not even taking his cuffs off. Which was fine, it's not like he couldn't do it himself, Shanks mused as he used Haki to tear the iron cuffs off. Seriously? Iron? They couldn't do better than that with the massive budget Shanks knows they have.

The cuffs fell off with a clang, seemingly startling a small form in the cell next to him.

 Wait.

 Is that a child!?

or- an animal transformation au with parental Shanks that no one asked for but I delivered anyways. your welcome :D

Ace the Cat

"G-Garp." The nursemaid stutters, shaking in front of a panicking older man.

Nervously, Garp inquires, "Where's the baby?"

"See, that's the thing-" More tremors come from the nurse before she slowly points a finger towards a small bundle on a bed. When Garp follows his gaze with her fingers, a tiny mewl comes from that direction.

Suspicious of the meaning of that, Garp slowly creeps up to the bundle and peels away the layers to reveal a tiny, fluffy, incredibly cute-looking black kitten.

"-I think the baby turned into a cat," the nurse helpfully finishes it off.

Or: In order to save Ace's life, Rouge turned him into a cat.

Triskaidekaphobia

Marco has lived many lives. Lives as a civilian, lives with the Marines, lives as a pirate and the smallest butterfly effect makes each adventure new. But each death has him waking up after eating the worst fruit of his life.

Another chance, another life.

One more shot to make things right.

Pheasant and Dragon

Basically, my headcanon is that Garp essentially adopted Kuzan after saving him from drowning at his home island in the South Blue. This makes Dragon his older brother. Kuzan gets adopted at 10.

One hell of a good deal

Luffy felt like he was seven again, weak and a crybaby. He couldn't save Sabo.

He wasn't seven anymore though, he was still weak but at least he wasn't a crybaby anymore. Luffy would do whatever he had to if it saved Ace. He didn't give a shit if the next few years were going to be hell for him. For Ace he'd do it. His crew would be fine, they were awesome like that.

A Fair Trade

Luffy and his crew hear about Ace's execution before it reaches the papers, before they're split up at Sabaody Archipelago. His crew is ready for Luffy to boldly declare that they were going to break his brother out of prison, but Luffy is as unpredictable as ever, and presents an entirely different plan:

To offer himself, the son of the Revolutionary Dragon, as a prisoner in Ace's place.

the thing that remains

He'd had a plan. Destroy the SAD manufacture plant, destroy the SMILE factory... A kidnapping here, a bit of extortion there. Simple, at least by Law's standards. The Straw Hats had been a surprise, but a manageable one. Doflamingo would submit to their demands, sealing his own fate, or they'd destroy the factory and Kaidou would finish the job for them. He'd had a plan.

Now Law doesn't know what's going on, but its definitely not the plan.

And All The Problems Vanished (Or There's No Longer That Man Here)

He stared at the group with unnerving emotionless eyes.

"You have my dad. I'll give you two options. You let him and Ace there go or I will tear Marineford down brick by brick." The grin he gave them promised that. "Your choice."

"Who are you?!" One of them yelled.

The man paused before shrugging. "I'm Teach. Marshall D. Teach. Now tik tok. Make the choice."

 Please note that this is a crack filled story. Not at all like canon basically. It was supposed to be a little oneshot but expanded into this. If you don't like then please leave. Any rude comments will be deleted and the user blocked. Thank you.

Family dinners may suck, but at least they got your back

The Monkey Family...are chaos itself

Garp has three children that are either famous people in the underworld or just married a devil

his three grandchildren are also related to the Underworld much to the Marine's dismay

Kvide

When Portgas D. Ace dies at Marineford and his body is collected, his personal belongings remained in Impel Down.

Or at least they did, until Garp is tasked with bringing those belongings to the Whitebeards.

(Goddammit, Sengoku!)

The Future Belongs to Those Who Dream

Donquixote 'Corazon' Rosinante could have bled out in the snow. Alone and cold and smiling, he could have died with no one to remember him but his Father and son. OR Donquixote Rocinante could have decided enough was enough and turned tail, running off with his son for a chance at something better for the both of them. He could have taken his kid and run, creating a chain of events that would change everything - one small domino knocking into another and another until they're too tall and wide to see start to end. Creating a world similar to the original, but no where near the same.

Wherein he becomes a father of four, gains a lover, a family, and a network of people he can love. Wherein his one small decision changes more than the world could ever know.

Oh? And what if one little southern Marine just got a little bit lucky? Setting off another domino chain to really screw some people over.

(AKA LASL, Rare Pairs, Fix-It's, and general shenanigans ensue. Title Once: Always in Motion is the Future)

Chase away the ghosts you've been burdened with

"- Aladine warned me," whispers Jinbe. "He warned me, but when I heard nothing from the Marines, I thought he was being- better. That was foolish of me, I suppose."

"- He was your brother," says Nami, like that excuses anything, like her mother didn't die because Jinbe wanted to believe his little brother had changed.

(or: in which Jinbe and Nami have a conversation about a common acquaintance of theirs.)

Eternity would be a Curse (Without You By My Side)

“You never answered any of my questions before! Which is cool, I guess, don’t gotta. But- oh! Wanna be friends?” the younger rambled.

Zoro’s eyes widened, before he regarded the human curiously, “why would i make friends with a human?” he asked.

The human tilted his head, as if contemplating the question, before he answered, “I dunno, I don't really have any, I guess. And you're nice, so why not?”

Zoro recoiled slightly from that, “I'm not nice.” he denied.

The mortal giggled, “ya, you are.” he stated, as if it were fact.

Zoro regarded the human carefully, “what’s your name?”

The mortal's grin turned blinding, “Monkey D. Luffy! What’s yours?”

The god hesitated. “Roronoa Zoro.”

The mortal's eyes practically sparkled, “nice to meet you! This means we're friends right?”

Zoro shook his head, “no, i never said-”

Luffy sprung up, ignoring his denials, “Yosh! I finally have a friend!” he cheered.

---

When Luffy had decided to use the feared god of Death and Wars temple as a temporary place of stay, he never expected to meet the god, let alone fall for him.

Book One of a Two Book Series

In For a Penny, In For a Pound

Ace is beyond furious at a certain Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. He still couldn't believe he hadn't recognized the man as a part of the infamous crew. Scratch his original goal of defeating Whitebeard. His new goal? To make a roasted flaming turkey.

After his undercover mission in a marine base, Marco was upset at the thought that he'd most likely never see the cute freckled man he'd met on the island ever again. Especially not after the man had told him how much he hated pirates. That is, until he found out that the man was a pirate himself, and a powerful rookie to boot.

When they meet again, Marco tries to fix things. It goes embarrassingly well, emphasis on the embarrassing. The Whitebeard Pirates are so glad to have new teasing material for their normally straight-laced brother.

It was cold without you by my side

Sabo just got back from a mission. He overhears news concerning the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard pirates and the supernova Strawhat Luffy. Strawhat was reported to be in Impel Down, trying to break out Fire Fist Ace. What the World Government didn't know was that this caused a domino effect of epic proportions.

Sabo would rather kill himself than not do anything. His brothers were counting on him.

The price of loyalty

Ace knew the consequences of his actions. He knew his choices could bring him here, chained in a cold cell, with the first person who told him his life was worth something taking him to his execution.

Still, he made his choices.

And faced with his adoptive grandson’s death, Garp also makes a choice.

Or: Garp had been loyal to the marines all his life, but twenty years ago he disobeyed to save a child who didn’t deserve to die for being born to the wrong father. His stance on this hadn’t changed.

Oh, Mama, Mama

This is the story you know: A girl dies. A girl wakes up again, in a different world, in a different body, in a reality she knows and may or may not attempt to alter.

This is the story you don’t know: Girl’s name is Charlotte Linlin, a notorious pirate, and a future Yonko, and ideally, she’d like to see World Government overthrown, no matter how long she has to wait. And if she changes some seemingly insignificant things while she’s at it, well.

(Eloise Camden died angry, bitter, and disillusioned. Charlotte Linlin lived on, wild, free, and shining bright. The world was never quite the same after.)

Portgas D. Shanks

When Shanks visits the Moby Dick, the Whitebeard Pirates misinterpret Shanks and Ace’s relationship.

Or

The Whitebeard Pirates assume Shanks and Ace have a thing going on despite Ace’s relationship with Marco after watching their interactions, the former Spades making bets, the Red-Hair Pirates accidentally making it worse, and Ace and Shanks are oblivious to it all.

The Many Marriages of the Straw Hat Pirates

There are a lot of strange traditions to be found on the Grand Line. Sometimes, the Straw Hats get caught up in them.

(Or: The Straw Hats get married to each other. Repeatedly.)

You can't run, you can't hide

Portgas D. Ace is an experienced pirate, so not many things get to him. So when his behavior changes, it gets people's attention. And everyone wants to know why.

It just isn't what many people are expecting when they do find out.

(Or the ASL Brothers have an annual game of tag, and it gets a bit competitive)

The time the ASL Brothers ran away from home because they didn't want to deal with Garp

What if the brothers didn't decide to make a treehouse to escape Garp, but go big? Instead of making their new home, the brothers figured the best way to avoid Garp is to make sure they were nowhere near the marine in the first place.

Or the time when the ASL Brothers ran away from Dawn and explored the world with a furious Vice-Admiral on their tail.

The Mysterious Torao

Zoro has heard enough stories about this Torao person to know what to expect. He expected the guy to be a man with spots, a fluffy hat and to not know who Luffy was because, honestly, only Luffy would remember and stay loyal to a two-week long relationship from when he was eight.

Or: After learning of Luffy's relationship with the mysterious Torao, the crew is dedicated in helping Luffy feel better after the 'relationship' explodes in his face. Safe to say, they were quite mistaken.

Older Brother's Duties

"Is this a power play?" Thatch asked. "This feels like a power play."

"What?" Marco blinked.

Thatch didn't say anything. Instead, he just pointed into the distance.

Marco followed his finger with his gaze, turning to stare to where he was pointing. He stared into the distance.

“I thought Red Hairs parted ways with Strawhats a while ago?”

“Right?!” Thatch turned to him, gesturing wildly at the two ships. He almost seemed panicked. “That’s what I heard, too!”

"Huh."

"Huh?! HUH??!!"

...

Or: Luffy is the older brother and hasn't heard from his little brother in months. He decides to check up on him.

All Women Are Queens, a thesis by Sanji Vinsmoke and the Straw Hats

Sanji drowns in respect women juice. He's tested on his convictions while the crew learns to drink respect gender juice. Nami is a useless lesbian. Another day for the Straw Hats.

Like Ace!

Luffy learns what a father is, the Whitebeards learn who Luffy’s father is, and Ace just wishes everyone would shut up

Alternate summary: Some revelations are made when the topic of father’s is brought up on the Whitebeard’s ship.

Cryptid Sightings Volume #1: Portgas D. "Fire Fist" Ace

After one "Fire Fist" Ace joined the crew, the family of the Whitebeard Pirates, they all start to notice something... odd. Ace was different in some way and some of his behaviors were just off in an unnatural sense. He was in places where he wasn't supposed to be, silent as a mouse. He was mysterious but outspoken, quiet but loud. He acted one way and switched the next moment.

These are the stories of multiple Whitebeard Pirates who witnessed these strange events and lived to tell the tale.

Notes

A lot of Marco and Ace’s relationship passed by in notes, ever since they had first gotten together. They were often left in each other’s rooms, the desks in their offices, or even sometimes, in Ace’s hat or Marco’s sash. This, actually, led to their current dilemma.

Gratitude of the Phoenix

[Based on 'The Crane Wife' Folklore]

One day, he saved a bird from freezing to death in a trap. Then, a stranger saved him from suffering the same fate, and a request to stay for one night turned into having someone to fill the void left in the small cottage and in his heart ever since his brothers left.

These two incident doesn’t seem to be related to one another, but they both changed Ace’s life in ways he could never have imagined.

Fire, From the Ashes

[Sequel to 'Gratitude of the Phoenix']

2 years after Phoenix’s passing, a group of humans managed to find their way into the sacred Temple of Moby Dick. One of them in particular, had in his possession Phoenix’s ashes. Marco’s ashes. What is left of the exiled son, whose absence still left behind immense guilt like a fresh wound even centuries later.

Whitebeard lost it.

The Boogeyman is a man with rice crackers

Ace was doing quite well for himself these days. He was still at large and Thatch wants his head for the multiple thefts from the kitchen but Ace does not care, not a single bit. But his good day goes down the drain when a Vice Admiral is spotted close to their position.

Or why Ace hates his family.

The tide takes (but sometimes it gives)

"I told you that cave was freaky! I told you! But nooooo, you couldn't listen to the guy with oversensitive Observation Haki, you had to check it out, didn't you? You just had to! You're not even a D, I fucking tracked down your birth records and checked just to be damn sure, why are you like this?" Someone is screeching, loudly, from the direction the flash of light is coming from.

Someone whose Haki is so tightly reigned it that Roger can't feel it at all, and his eyes are still seeing spots, which doesn't help.

"Maaa, it's not like I could possibly have known this would happen," a second voice points out reasonably. Their Haki at least is palpable, and very strong - definitely a hint of conqueror's there - but for all that it's strangely familiar, Roger can't quite place it.

"It's fucking Laugh Tale you red headed moron! And your fucking brat was there! And he's a freaking D! Of fucking course something weird was going to happen! What did you expect?" 

Give Me Chaos, Give You Love

@Buggysrednose: @ECaptainKidd’s roommates Mr. Dumpling and Mr. Grumpy are dating, mark my words. @ECaptainKidd: can y’all stfu. It’s 3 am I don’t need Mr. Grumpy throwin more books at me     10.5k comments, 35k retweets, 200k likes           | @ECaptainKidd: y’all fucking suck. I’m streaming at noon.

Or: KidLawLu are married, but their fans don't know that.

Take the World by Storm

Waking up two years before their adventure even began was a surprise. The Straw Hats have to find each other again and make their way back to the New World and their dreams. Dealing with younger, weaker bodies and the weight of future knowledge they will find it's not as easy as a simple do-over. Every change has an effect on themselves and on the world. This story will quickly diverge from cannon. It will mix up, move around and ignore entire arcs. These guys are not looking for a boring adventure when they already have answers. What's the point in doing it all the same?

A promise

Admiral Sakazuki overhears a conversation between a newly "recruited" Portgas D. Ace and Vice Admiral Garp. He didn't expect the revelations that came to him.

whatever you can still betray

"I'm not paranoid!" Haruta hisses, eyes darting everywhere. "Ace is either the best liar I've ever met, or--well, he's not, because if he was I wouldn't suspect anything, but I do, I suspect he's a spy!"

The Life and Times Of Portgas D Ace, Totally A Marine Spy

Standing on the side (watching the sunrise)

“That brat of yours,” Whitebeard said, “He is going against Kaidou, isn’t he?” Somewhere nearby, one of the commanders made a sound that reminded Marco of a dying fish. At the same time, Shanks’ sake bowl shattered in his hand. - Warning: Do NOT read this if you haven't read the manga. It has a lot of spoilers. Like a lot.

Like, a lot.

The boy in Sandals

What if Shanks and his crew weren't just using Fooshas as a home base for that one year? What if the promise Luffy made to Shanks didn't mean they had to separate as they did? What if Shanks got to meet Ace and Sabo before they set out, before the time skip, before tragedy hit?

What if the boys’ upbringing was a bit more loving and with a lot bigger support system?

*

It's quiet, normally he hates the quiet, it makes him feel alone, but with Shanks it's different. With Shanks, he doesn’t feel as if he has to be loud. With Shanks, he feels like it's okay to just sit quietly sometimes. He never feels overlooked or alone with Shanks. Makino tries her best but even with her it sometimes feels like she isn’t really there with him.

That's why he always tries so hard to join the crew. That's why he always chases after the other man and his company. Luffy feels like if he could just stay with the man little longer he might never be lonely again. That horrible gnawing feeling in the back of his mind might just disappear forever.

If Life's a Rollercoaster, Marriage is Asking Someone to Scream With You On The Way Down

2 years after narrowly escaping death in Marineford, Portgas D. Ace found himself with a ring on his finger and an altar to look forward to. And in-between those two are thousand pages long to-do list, because the love of his life is the world's biggest micromanager.

In no certain order, there's guest list, gift register, coming to terms with existential crisis, invitation, RSVP, reconciling your pseudo-father to your pseudo-grandfather, food catering, keeping your spouse-to-be from dying from stress, dress fitting, preventing division infighting, location scouting, and last but not least, writing a vow.

(Some of these things are not like the others, but hey, that's pirate life, baby)

It's funny how the most responsible one in your crew is called Kid

Killer added Cap'n Kid, Wire, Heat, Penguin, Shachi, Usopp, Brook, Ikkaku, Zoro, Sanji and $nami$ to chat

Killer: please explain to Kid why defenestration is a good way to inhibit marines

$nami$: Pay me for your services

Ikkaku: That sounds unnecessarily complicated?

Cap'n Kid: see i fuckin told you

Killer: traitors

Shachi: hey quick question what the fuck did I get added to

Penguin: oh god

Usopp: this is not what I gave you my number for

log pose?

The Straw Hats, they have a routine. Show up at an island, cause a fuss, get into a couple of fights, then round it all off with a party and a decent bit of rum to wash it all down. This isn't that.

Or - what happens when the Straw Hats end up scattered throughout the Elemental Nations.

there is thunder in our hearts

He’s not close enough. He’s not going to make it. Even if he managed to shake off the soldiers in front of him and just threw his whole body at full-speed between Luffy and Akainu to take the blow, he wouldn’t get there fast enough. He doesn’t have enough time. He’s going to lose another brother, only this time it’s going to happen right in front of his eyes, from seven—five—three feet away.

He’s ten years old again and learning what grief is. He’s ten years old and all that’s left of Sabo is the letter in his hand and a shared dream and the promise that Ace will look after their silly baby brother while he’s gone. 

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Ace screams. It’s pure desperation. It’s the last human thing he’ll ever say if Luffy dies here. 

The Justice of Freedom

Garp is a pirate, Roger is a Marine? The Marine top-tiers are full of slacking drunkards and the Yonko are obsessed with rice crackers? Just what kind of chaos will unfold in a world such as this?

A role-reversal AU where everything is upside down and no one is quite sane. (Drabble series)

World's Strongest

Have you dreamt of dimensions where people made different choices? Stayed or left, lived or died?

In an alternate universe where Luffy is the oldest brother and Ace is the captain of the Going Merry, what does this mean for the characters that we know and love? What paths will they follow?

Luffy-centric

A Ticking Clock

"If adventures make dad happy, then I'm happy too!" Ace's eyes widened at the little girl he held in his arms. Hugging her tightly and burying his face in her hair, he allowed some tears to escape his eyes. "Adventures makes dad very happy."

Or, Ace has a secret daughter. It changes everything.

 [Heavy Angst / Comfort / Hurt / 'Right person, not enough time' Love Troupe / Grief]

A Split Thread

The Straw Hats find it a little weird that they don’t have a first mate. Whenever they ask, Luffy just laughs and says they do. Which is weirder, because none of the crew have ever met this so-called first mate.

A time-travel au, in which a captain and his first mate go back to the very beginning, and figures they can do more good apart than together. At least for now.

A Sinner's Prayer

‘Cora-san, can you keep this tiny little secret of mine?' Law closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath before he twirls the pen on his hand, thinking about the next few things that he wants to admit to his adoptive father. 'I think I’m falling in love.’’

In which Law writes a letter to Cora-san about his stupidly annoying and not so adorable ally.

A Creeping Dose

Cora-san died on Minion Island, and Law was found when the last lingering power of his Devil Fruit died with him.

Donquixote Doflamingo eagerly brought Law back into the family fold; if everything goes to plan he will have the perfect little pawn who would willingly lay their life down for him. Rocinante's death was a pity, but the opportunity his betrayal had presented him more than made up for it. Law would become the Third Corazon of the Donquixote Family, whether he wanted to or not.

And Law would do it. He would play the perfect little pawn, earn the Family's trust, and the moment Doflamingo's guard was lowered...

It's much easier to kill with kindness than with fear.

A Different Father

Before they get to Marineford, Buggy finds out about Ace's parentage- and fuck, he can't just let his captain's son die. Time to improvise.

Acts of Inspiration

The Marines have one chance to travel to the past. One trip, for only ten minutes. Even if it’s only a pipe dream, they hope to stop the start of the Great Pirate Era. As the only Marine who was in the crowd at Roger’s execution, Rear-admiral Smoker is picked for the job.

Birthday cake?

Once the commanders discovered that Ace has never had a birthday cake, or even a real birthday celebration, they took matters into their own hands to make sure he will have the best celebration ever. One that will only be topped by the party they'll throw him themselves next year!

Beware, Beware the Hunger of a D.

There is a rumour across the sea. “Beware the will of D.” But in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise there is a different rumour, passed down from parent to child. “Beware a D.’s hunger.” They say. “Kill them before they kill you for their hunger is endless and to them, you are nothing but food.”

Believe So Strongly It Burns

He can still remember the whispered confession, and the horror that settled like poison in his bones.

"I'm so sorry. There was a fire…"

But no. No, that can't be true. There was a fire, but his brothers got out of that alright. Of course they did. They are going to be pirates. A little fire could never kill them.

And there they are, and they smile at him, and all is right in the world.

There is no reason why it wouldn’t be.

Beginning the Next Dream

In another world, Garp has a second son, and three boys get a father.

From a different point of view, an adult Monkey D. Luffy finds himself reborn in the past, and the former Pirate King gets a new perspective on his family.

(A Time Travel AU where Pirate King Luffy raises the ASL brothers.)

Bind Me to the Tide

She was thirteen the day it happened, old enough to know what a soul-bond was, but not to fully understand what it meant, to bind two souls so thoroughly as the Fates were said to do. Every new thread they measured was tied to another; a knot that ensured their paths would cross, somewhere along the line of their lives. It was the stuff of romances. Or it would have been, if it hadn’t been for an unfortunate side-effect.

For as long as Makino could remember, she’d been feeling the pain of another as her own.

baby shark, are the waters running red yet?

The sea is no place to raise a child, and Shanks knows that well, can trace it in all the ways growing up in the New World’s bloodshed left lasting scars.

But then Garp the Hero, Garp the Murderer of his Captain, asks him to look after one child only, the boy that Shanks had already crowned. Shanks relents, and hopes that someday in the future, Luffy will forgive him.

Chasing the Sun

Trafalgar Law is a young surgeon who has carefully avoided getting too close to anyone to protect himself from his own dark past. This plan worked well, until a chance meeting with a young fireman named Monkey D. Luffy has him abandoning reason and dignity for a chance to bask in sunlight.

He just hopes he made the right decision.

 ------------------- This story has a happy ending but DOES explore trauma and other potentially triggering themes. It does NOT include any major character deaths, except where they are a part of a character's backstory or past. It is a reimagining of One Piece content and backstories, with some significant changes but as much effort taken as possible to honor original character portrayals. If you have not seen Wano, this won't spoil anything other than the introduction of characters you may not have seen yet, portrayed in entirely different contexts. Use your best judgement about whether you can read it yet or not!

Chaos in a Remarkably Compact Package

Ace knows a lot of things he shouldn’t and nobody can seem to figure out what on earth happened during his childhood. The Whitebeard Commanders would like to know what's going on – not that their attempts to find out are getting them anywhere.

Demon from the pits of hell

Remember how Garp 'visited' Straw Hats in Water 7? Now imagine this but a freshly baked 2nd Division Commander:

Calm

The alliance has never brought anything but good things. For Law, it's well worth a few minor indignities now and then.

Destiny Through Times

The clash of the two space-and-time manipulation devil fruits resulted in the unprecedented reality distortions, swiftly sending Trafalgar Law back through times to land in the unknown.

Little did he know, that the chance encounter with the Red Hair Pirates in the past, would eventually set forth the path of his destiny into the future.

Drizzle and Downpour

‘There’s things about me i don’t want you to know, and i’m afraid if i ever tell you, you’ll be disgusted by me’

It didn’t escape Ace’s notice how ironic it is that he would be told such, and he hated that the moment he found out about this secret, he really did feel disgusted. But not at Marco.

Never, ever at Marco.

and when i think of tomorrow, there we are

A twist of fate finds Donquixote Rosinante in the East Blue, raising one rambunctious Monkey D. Luffy.

(And of course, that also means meeting the infamous Red-Haired Shanks, much to Rosinante's despair.)

The Lives Of D's

An AU where the ‘D.’ initial is contagious by positive relationships and willpower ~Luffy has Admin Rights to Blacklist people (he does not know he has this power), which basically sticks a giant target on anyone who’s Blacklisted to any D’s in the vicinity that The Vibes Are Rancid. ~Corazon lives bc he's got D. instincts. ~Robin is Very Proud of her name. ~Sanji is a little shit. ~Sabo remembers thing just a bit earlier. ~Killer got stuck with the initial thru Zoro. ~etc

Ann's wonderful coughing adventure

My name is Ann. I somehow got yeeted into One Piece. Simple Isekai, right? By the way, I'm now Gol D. Ann. Nice to meet you.

Wait, what do you mean this does not goes along with canon timeline?

List of missions: survive, collect famous pirate's autographs with Den Den numbers, become a marine, save as much people as possible, fangirling around, anddd protec the precious!!!

Note: pre-canon focus

Garp the Amazon

Request from satoshy12 again: "True Challenge Genderbend Garp, overprotective marine Dragon, Sabo, Ace and Luffy. Suitors are Sengoku, Whitebeard. Old but still a punch you in the face warrior goddess, aged slowly. Think of Shakuyaku (Shakky) they are almost same age, looks like 40 or so."

Fire Dog and Fire Fist: Dawn Island

Garp wasn’t sure what the tiny tiger-dog-puppy-thing was, but he figured it would make a good companion for Ace.

The problem?

I’m that tiny tiger-dog-puppy-thing, and I’m actually a growlithe. Figuring out how to live in a new world with new instincts and abilities is interesting to say the least.

Ace named me Captain, though I’m often called Cap, or pup, or—well, you get the idea.

This is my story—our story—of growing up in the wild forests and jungles of Mt. Colubo, the trash heaps of the Terminal, and the ravines of Dawn Island. ___________________________________________________

[PKMN side of things may be inaccurate for story purposes] [Chronological drabble/vignette series] [Not an SI]

For The Love Of A Brat

Deep into a food induced stupor Garp realizes one key thing: he can’t lose another grandson. What's an aging marine to do, but gather up his fellow marines and break into prison?

From Ash and Embers

Ace knew he has cursed blood for as long as he can remember. When his soulflowers never show up, it’s just another sign he wasn’t meant to be born. Then he finds his brothers. His crew. People he’d die for.

It takes longer to learn how to live for them instead.

Facade

Left with only three other crew mates, it’s a ready expectation that Sanji will start fawning all over Robin in his usual obnoxious way. However, that’s not what happens. Instead, looking wild around the eyes in a way only someone who knows him well would recognize, the cook doesn’t break stride until he’s firmly within Zoro’s orbit and can wrap both hands around his upper arm, clinging tight.

“Hi, darling,” he chirps, his expression desperately conveying that Zoro needs to play along under pain of death. “Did you miss me?”

Furball

Zoro was strong. Zoro was powerful. He was clever, he was reliable.

He was also a cat.

 Or; Zoro is a cat...kinda.

Garp’s Adoption Journey, Whitebeard Style

Where Luffy wish for some siblings and Garp wanted to be a good grandpa by granting this wish.

~~~~~~~~~~

AKA Adoption Time!

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Give Me The Strongest Drink You Got (Don't Name Strays or You'll Get Attached)

Before Luffy knew he wanted to be king, he just knew he wasn't going to be a marine.

Or: In which Shanks is not drunk and chooses to make it Luffy's problem.

How Brothers Hunt

Three oneshots of the ASL bros being incomprehensible when it comes to food/getting food, one per brother!

~ Thatch is Very Tired of Ace's shenanigans, and would like to know just What The Fuck. ~ Sabo has no answers about why he knows how to survive in a forest, but He Does. ~ Luffy is utterly unphased by people bigger and stronger than him. Also he might have a pipe. (not sure on Luffy's yet, i'll get back to you lol)

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Her Lady in Waiting

Law finds herself being assigned to as Luffy's personal maid. Unfortunately, for her, Luffy has a reputation of being difficult, to the point of scaring off or driving away any maid that stepped up to the challenge.

With few options, Law knows she must do everything she can to stay. Even if it means having to deal with her growing feelings towards her Lady.

It All Started When

Ace and Luffy grew up in unconventional ways. That's bound to leave some marks right? Certain behaviors or ticks that just don't mesh with other people. After a while people get curious.

Ivy and Seaweed and Moss, Oh My

Kuina is seven years old the first time she says, "I wish I was a boy."

~

"You could have been the best," Papa says, looking at her with a sad expression.

Kuina blinks. Her pride and eagerness start to wilt. "But… but I am going to be the best!"

"A girl can't be the best, Kuina."

"Well, I'll be a boy then," she decides, resolute. "I'd rather be a boy anyway!"

~

Roronoa Zoro considers himself a simple man.

It wasn't always that way.

Interim Arrangements

It’s so quiet in the war room that you could hear a pin drop. Not a single person dares to say a word - not even the favored princes - and all eyes remain fixed on the head of the table, where a large figure sits hunched over in its chair, clutching the latest newsreel between two massive fists.

Having been forewarned of some of the contents of said newsreel, Sanji does his best to keep anything from showing on his face, to maintain his expression in an implacable facade. He thinks he largely succeeds in controlling himself outwardly, but inwardly his gut is churning with emotion.

The newsreel twitches, and the five people not holding the paper sit up a little straighter in their seats, each of them bracing for impact without actually meaning to as slowly, oh so slowly, the paper is lowered down until it’s resting flat on the table.

“Well,” Judge says, his mouth working like he wants to spit. “This is certainly an … unexpected development.”

How?

At long last, the Pirate King has been executed, captured by the Marine Hero and beheaded publicly, but not before giving parting words that led thousands to the sea and singlehandedly started a new age of piracy. One story ends and another begins... or so everyone thinks. Monkey D. Garp, the Hero of the Marines who destroys mountains with her bare hands, denies anything between herself and that annoying, now-dead pirate, but now she has a second son that she has to keep secret from everyone around her. In other words, a fem!Garp x Roger whirlwind romance and the story that follows!

It Takes Two To Have A Chase

Sengoku taught Garp that his job and life don't just revolve around Roger and his crew of misfits and Garp mildly agreed to that.

Roger realized the change so late and he rushed to make himself relevant to Garp again.

If anyone were to tell Rayleigh that there will come the day they'd chase after a marine who genuinely wanted nothing to do with them, he'd laugh in their face and toss them to the ocean. Well, he couldn't laugh anymore now.

Or in short: Garp stopped chasing after Roger so Roger made it his mission to make him return to their old habit, even if it means he had to be the one doing the chase now.

How Sengoku met Garp

Sengoku's trip to the library bears some unexpected results

Heed the Siren's Call

Rumours on the tide say he's got a girl in every port, but sea-sayings tend to exaggerate. There was only ever one port—and the one girl.

Pre-series. Bookish and wilful, Makino is not even twenty when her legal guardian leaves her on her own, and with a bar to boot. And it figures he'd choose the greatest personal upheaval in her life to make his entrance. After all, he's that kind of guy.

it'll work out fine

Everyone knows strange things happen on the Grand Line. Dreams from an unknown future aren't as common, but, well, Luffy's a D and all the information checks out. In which Garp and Sengoku interfere and collect people as they go, Luffy gets a best friend and two brothers for his birthday, Drake is brought along for the ride, Shanks isn't arrested on sight and Makino is happy that everyone's becoming good friends.

I Want To Go Home.

Rocks D. Xebec kidnaps Monkey D. Dragon.

-

Monkey D. Luffy and Portgas D. Ace lose their brother.

-

Portgas D. Ace is on the execution platform.

-

Monkey D. Garp.

justice and its consequences

If you had told Coby that a pirate was going to break into a marine ship to kidnap/save him, well. He wouldn't have called you insane, because his life was crazy enough for something like that to happen.

But he would have expected that pirate to be Luffy, not one of the Emperors.

Luffy's Guide To Becoming King Of Pirates By Becoming A Marine First

Luffy's biggest fear was being left alone. That was the one thing he didn't wish upon anyone.

So, he hoped Shanks would understand that their promise was going to have to wait a little while.

Because family came first, before everything else. No matter how badly the seas of freedom called out to him.

little, broken, still good

An exhausted Ace falls asleep at work one day, forgetting to pick up his younger siblings from school.

It's all good, though. They know how to use cell phones.

Luffy-less Strawhats

a marine dude called Jenkins puts together that the Strawhats are terrifying badasses even when lacking a captain. Maybe especially when lacking a captain. He wants to cry.

(what follows is the aftermath, proving poor Jenkins right)

Let Him Go Free Damnit

Garp to Sengoku: Aren't you tired of being good, don't you want to go ape shit? Or, Garp reminds Sengoku of his deceased son to convince him to release his grandson, Ace.

Losing Time (You Can't Go Home Again)

He’s a little thing, maybe four or five years old if she had to guess, and that would be concerning enough considering he’s alone in the woods, a quarter of the way up a mountain and at least a mile away from civilization all by his lonesome. But Nami’s always been the observant type of person; had to be, to get by for most of her life, and to be a good navigator, and this kid? This kid is setting off all the warning bells in her mind. Not the kid himself, mind you; but at all the little details that are telling her that he really should not be here.

When Law goes missing during a stop on a quiet, out-of-the-way island, the Hearts and the visiting Straw Hats immediately drop everything to find him. But instead of the captain, they find a small boy with a familiar face who just wants to go home.

As investigations into the strange nature of the island and what has happened bear fruit, both crews are left with the uncomfortable realization that they don't know how to predict how or if Law will be able to return.

Or worse: if he'll even want to come back at all.

mothers' love

The teacher told them all about the big, big world that they lived in, how it was divided into five seas, and their island was in the South.

That's when she started to cry. Loud, noisy sobs that would not stop, until the teacher had to call her mother back to pick her up.

It happens sometimes, she said. Her birthday was very close to the cutoff and maybe she just wasn't ready to leave home yet. There was no shame in waiting for another year, if she was too homesick and scared to stay yet.

That wasn't why she cried. She cried because of what she'd learned, that one morning in first grade. The geography lesson had cemented it, brought all the memories rushing in.

Her name was Portgas D. Rouge, and she had seen how she would die.

One Piece Fic Recomendations

We’ll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves

Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Or maybe he should’ve listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he’d figure it out sooner.

How A Feline Screwed Up Marineford

When Ace’s execution is underway, the Marines panic as they realize that Ace is no longer on the scaffold, and why is there a cat attacking Marines?

Or

Ace has the ability to transform into a cat and promptly screws up his own execution.

To Know 

A series that I like

Life Anew

Another series I like

[forever-rogue]

Idk if you’re still taking Bucky requests, but I came across a quote and I feel in love with it because it just screamed Bucky to me. It read: “there is nothing as beautiful as seeing someone who has been unlucky, finally being loved so effortlessly by the right person” if this sparks anything in you, I would love to read it 💜

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Warnings | dad!Bucky, slight language, slight suggestive theme

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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Bucky bit back a yawn as he closed the car door and headed towards the front door. The smell of spring, the freshly mowed grass and blooming flowers overwhelmed his senses along with the warm summer sun hitting his skin. This was nice, he realized, the calculated simplicity and domestic nature of it all. He hiked his bag on his shoulder, the gold in his vibranium arm glinting brilliantly in the slowly dying light of the day. He didn’t bother to hide it anymore, somehow long past that part of his life. At one point he never thought he’d reach that point in his life and now he had the world in front of him. 

Walking up the stairs, he smiled to himself as he could already smell something delicious cooking through the open windows. In a vain attempt to keep the household from falling into complete and utter chaos, he slowly opened the door and tried to tip-toe inside. He managed to get about two feet inside and kick off his work boots before he heard an exciting squeal followed by a few loud woofs. 

The pitter-patter of two small feet and four paws quickly reached him as Falcon, the trusted family dog, and Emily, your oldest daughter, ran down the hall towards him. Any stress he had remaining quickly melted away at the sight of two of his favorite beings as they almost knocked him over in their rush. 

“Daddy!” an excited shout was followed by another bark. He bent down and scooped the small girl in his arms, the weight of the world off his shoulders as she wrapped her little arms around his neck, “hi daddy, you’re home!”

“Of course I am,” he propped her on his hip and studied her sweet little face. She took after him with his dark unruly hair and ocean eyes, but the rest he swore was all you, especially that sweet smile, “I’ll always come home to my sweetest girl. Did you have a good day, baby?”

“Yeah,” she nodded excitedly as he brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “mama and I painted and then we planted some new flowers. She said she picked them out because they reminded her of you!”

“She did, did she?” he couldn’t stop the grin that spread from ear to ear as his heart fluttered in his chest. Even to this day you still managed to make him weak in the knees and set off butterflies in his belly. He held Emily tightly in his grip as he bent down to give Falcon a few pets, causing the dog to rub against his legs as he wagged his tail, “what would I do without my little hellraisers?”

“Mama says that’s a bad word!” Emily looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled softly before holding a finger to his lips.

“It’s our little secret,” he whispered as she nodded, “do you know why this secret is okay?”

“Because it’s not gonna hurt anyone,” she asked as he nodded. She gave him a wide gap toothed grin as he set her back down, “will you play with me later, daddy? Falcon wants to have a tea party!”

“Of course,” he promised his daughter as she held tightly onto his hand, “now go and get cleaned up for dinner. It smells like it should all be done soon.”

“Okie dokie,” she dropped his hand and motioned for Falcon to follow her instead, practically bouncing up the stairs. 

Bucky sighed in content as he shook his head before slowly making his way into the kitchen where he was sure you were. He found at the island, brows furrowed in concentration as you chopped vegetables for the salad. Your baby boy was slung around your chest, and despite the commotion from Bucky’s entrance, he was fast asleep. A lump welled up in his throat as he watched the sight. It would be nothing special to most people, but to him it was everything.

You looked so beautiful, even in your sweatpants and t-shirt with your hair a chaotic bun as you hummed to the baby under your breath. You looked tired and he felt bad for a moment; leaving you with a toddler and a baby was a ton of work and he would have gladly stayed home with you and helped, but you were insistent that he work if he wanted. You’d never hold it against him, he knew that.

As soon as you sensed you his presence in the kitchen, you turned to him and gave him a soft smile, and his own features softened even more, “hello, my love. I’m so glad you’re so home!”

You set down the knife before slowly making your way over to him, careful not to disturb the baby as he immediately leaned down to kiss you. Your whole body was practically humming from his touch as you stole you a few more kisses, “rough day? You should have called me and I could have come home, honey baby.”

“It wasn’t bad actually,” you promised, watching with nothing but adoration in your eyes as he stroked Stevie’s chubby little cheek, “the chaos duo was on their best behavior today and the little one has been sleeping most of the day. I think he wore himself out from all his fussing last night.”

“Miracles do happen,” he laughed lightly as his hand went to your face and he gently stroked your cheek. You grinned at him, keening into his touch like a cat to the sun, “you are so beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed his chest before hiding your face behind your hands. Funny, how even after all this time he still managed to make you feel nervous and shy, “I’m in my ugliest mom clothes which I’m pretty sure these sweats have permanent puke stains, I haven’t showered today and I look like I haven’t slept in five years. Hardly beautiful.”

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on regardless of all of that,” he insisted softly, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face. Your whole body flushed with pleasant warmth as you looked into his eyes, “and I love you more than anything in this world.”

“You’re just saying that ��cause I let you knock me up twice,” you joked as he playfully rolled his eyes, “god, Bucky, how do you still make me feel like this?”

“Like what?” he asked as he slowly moved to undo the sling from your chest and take the baby from you. Stevie made a few small sounds before cuddling up on Bucky’s chest. 

“Like I’m still falling in love with you every day,” you whispered as you leaned in and let him wrap arm around you as well. He kissed the top of your head before sighing in content, “I guess I am. We’re a little different every day - we’re definitely not the same fools from when we first met, huh?”

“I mean, we’re married and have kids, and the whole you know, typical suburban thing going on,” he teased, “so I’d say we’re pretty different. But you’re still my favorite pain in the ass.”

“James!” your eyes widened before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, “I will get you back for that later!”

“Oh, I definitely count on it,” he promised, “now, go and take a few moments to yourself, shower or whatever, and I’ll finish dinner and get the kiddos and Falcon settled.”

“Whatever would I do without you, my love?”

“I think the better question is what would I do without you, honey baby?”

You blew him a little kiss as you all but ran towards the stairs in order to fit in a quick shower. Sometimes even ten minutes of peace and quiet would suffice. Bucky watched you go with a soft smile on his face, before turning his attention back to his softly cooing son, “your mama’s the best person in this entire world, I hope you always know that.”

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“What?” you could feel Bucky’s eyes on your back as you brushed your teeth in the bathroom en suite. He was sitting in bed, winding down with some television as he waited for you, “I can feel you checking out the goods, Barnes.”

“That’s because I am,” you could practically hear the cheeky smirk in his voice, “it’s not wrong to admire, is it?”

“You’re too much,” you dried your face off before making your way back over to him. He offered you a lazy smile as he pulled back your side of the blankets and made room for you. You were only wearing his shirt and a pair of old cotton panties but he was watching you like you were the best in this world. Because to him - you were. The end all and be all, “James? What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” he whispered as he immediately reached for you and gently pulled you into his lap. You made a small sound of surprise but easily gave into his touch, “nothing at all. I’m perfect.”

“Hmm,” you leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his plump lips, gently tugging on his dog tags, “me too. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I kind of like you a lot.”

“Is that why you married me? Had two kids with me? Got the dog?” he raised a brow as you carded a hand through his dark locks, scratching lightly at his scalp, “I bet it was all for the dog.”

“He didn’t hurt,” you joked, gently stroking his cheek, “but you aren’t so bad either. I love you, Bucky. So much. I hope you know. I hope you know you deserve this, everything we have - the whole world.”

“I…” he paused for a moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as you showed him so much tenderness and delicate love, “I love you too.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under your chin and turned his face up towards yours, “I mean it James Buchanan Barnes. You have been through so much, so much that other people forced on you, and you deserve happiness. You deserve all the happiness this world has to offer. I know you have some bad days, and I understand that, but I want you to know I will always be here for you and I will always love you. You are my best friend, my husband, the father of my children, you are my everything.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he took your hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Yes,” you insisted softly, “you do, James.”

“I-”

“How about for one moment you hush up,” you pushed him back against the headboard and pressed a few gentle, lazy kisses to his lips, “and just listen to me. And let me love you.”

“I love you, honey baby.”

“I love you too, James.”

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter two rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Masterlist and Series Masterlist

Moving and finding an apartment can be an incredibly long and stressful process. Unless you’re you, and life likes to throw a lot of curve balls at you for the utter hell of it.

Your dad dropped dead three weeks after you told Andy you were moving to New York. Coincidentally, right in the middle of you trying to find a place to live. He drank himself to death. Figures. You doubted you’d ever had a conversation with him that he was sober enough to remember. His untimely demise was unfortunate for him, because he died or whatever, but very fortunate for you. As his only child, you got his apartment in Queens and all his smelly hoodies.

You said your goodbyes to Andy and Dani after a night out in the streets of San Francisco. You had originally moved there after high school to start your show, The L/n Report. San Francisco was known for its crimes against the homeless population and you wanted to start with a story on that. You ended up interviewing Andy at the police station while investigating a missing person, and dated him for two years. Now, you were spending your last few hours in San Francisco with the very boy you once loved and the very girl he now did.

“Are you all packed?” Dani asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Pretty much. I gotta put my toothbrush and hairbrush in my suitcase in the morning. Other than that, I’m good to go.” You answered her. She smiled fondly at you as she linked her arm through yours.

“Hey, I’m really gonna miss you. More than that guy over there.” You whispered, nodding towards Andy, who had his head buried in his phone. Dani laughed and nodded in agreement as you continued to walk.

“I’m going to miss you too. You’re my best friend here.” She sighed sadly.

“I’m glad we’re friends. Most women in our position would hate each other.” You thought out loud.

“Uh uh. You’re thinking of women in films. It’s 2021, baby. Women support women. You and I are two talented, smart, beautiful women who would never be caught fighting over some boy. Especially not one who can’t take his eyes off his phone for two seconds.” Dani said loudly and smacked Andy’s arm. You laughed at the domestic moment but couldn’t help feeling a pain in your heart knowing he used to be that way with you.

“What, sorry?” Andy looked up. You and Dani looked at him before looking at each other and laughing.

“What’s funny?” He asked, growing annoyed.

“We’re laughing at you babe. Put your phone away. It’s Y/N’s last night here.” Dani scolded playfully. Andy sighed and reluctantly put his phone in his pocket.

“Right, sorry. And it’s not her last night here. She’s coming back. You are coming back, right?” He asked you. You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure.

“Of course I’ll be back.” You shrugged. “I just want to experience something new for a while. I’ve done a million pieces on homelessness and poverty. I want to see what fresh stories New York has to offer.”

“You’re quoting the Daily Bugle, aren’t you?” Dani teased you.

“That is verbatim what they said to me.” You admitted with a laugh. “But hey, it worked. As of tomorrow, I’m the Daily Bugle’s newest investigative reporter.”

“Who are you reporting on anyway?” Andy showed a rare interest in your work.

“Some guy named Cletus Kasady.” You answered. “He’s some hot shot serial killer down in Queens. No one knows how he’s hiding his victims bodies. Apparently none have ever been close to being found.”

“And they want you to write the story on him?” Andy raised an eyebrow, always with the condescending tone.

“Well they heard about the whole Carlton Drake situation and decided I hadn’t been through enough trauma in my career.” You replied, earning a laugh from Dani but not Andy. You and Andy had already broken up by the time Carlton Drake contracted a symbiote and tried to kill you and Venom. You stopped him before he could hurt anyone and wrote a career defining article on his lethal human experiments. You managed to leave out all information regarding symbiotes from the article, so your secret was still safe. You were a fairly well known reporter since the incident and your next job was waiting for you in New York.

In the morning, You and Venom got on a plane and made your way to New York. Being on a plane with Venom turned out to be the equivalent to traveling with a toddler. You tried to sleep, but every two seconds you had to stop Venom from getting into trouble. She kept trying to open the window, even after you explained to her that everyone on the plane would die horrible death if the window were to open.

“Stop that.” You whispered when you noticed a black tendril creeping towards the window. The lady in the seat next to you shot me a look of confusion. You gave her a fake smile and turned back to the window, doing your best to conceal the small black tendril that was coming out of your body and fidgeting with the airplane window.

“We want it open.” Venom replied telepathically.

“Do you also want us to blow out of the plane and into space?” You said through my teeth.

“We didn’t anticipate that but it’d be appreciated.” Venom answered, making you groan. The rest of the plane ride followed in similar fashion.

Seven hours later, you arrived at the apartment building. You had never been to your dads apartment, you didn’t even know he had one. You wondered what happened to your childhood home as you looked around the place. The apartment wasn’t too small but not too big either. The rent was practically nothing compared to how expensive San Francisco was, and The Daily Bugle offered to cover your expenses until the story was done. You figured after some redecorating and moving in, it would make a fine new home.

The first seven days in the apartment went by smoothly. You unpacked, with little to no help from Venom, and set up the furniture. On the eight day, you sat on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels in the TV when you had a thought.

“Oh shit.” You said out loud.

“What?” Venom, who was curly nestled around your neck like a neck pillow, asked.

“I forgot mail exists.” You frowned. “We better go check the mailbox before it overflows.”

You and Venom grudgingly walked to the mailboxes and back again. No one was around, so she manifested herself and rested on your shoulder as I looked through the mail.

“Oops. I grabbed someone else’s mail too.” You clicked your tongue when you read a strangers name off the envelope. “I gotta find them.”

“Let’s go.” Venom said and pulled you towards the front door.

“Sorry, babe. This is a me thing, not a we thing. You know I love you but I don’t want to scare our neighbors. Not yet anyway.” You reasoned. Venom grumbled and went back inside your body.

You checked the address of the envelope and discovered that it belonged to the apartment directly across from you.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to open it as you mindlessly cracked your knuckles. Just as you were about to walk away, the door opened.

“Hi, are you May Parker?” You asked right away. You looked up from the envelope and your face instantly flushed. The person staring back at you definitely wasn’t May Parker. It was a boy around your age, maybe a little younger. He had soft brown eyes and wavy brown hair. It was gelled back loosely and you could see the outline of soft curls. To your surprise, he was just as flushed as you were. You stared at each other for a moment, no one wanting to be the first to blink.

“Yea. I’m May Parker.” The boy said finally. He shut his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head.

“I mean, no I’m not. But that’s my Aunt. May is my Aunt but I’m not May. That’s my Aunt May. I’m her nephew…obviously. Aunt May is my Aunt May. I…what?” He stumbled over his words and somehow turned even redder. His blush reached all the way down his neck, to his blue jumper that read “Midtown Tech” in yellow letters. You recognized the name of one of the most prestigious high schools in New York, already impressed with your new neighbor.

“Well hello, not May Parker. I’m also not May Parker. But I seemed to forget that when I grabbed your mail this morning. Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly as you handed his mail to him. The boy rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at it and attempted to redeem himself.

“It’s not problem. She and I always forget to check the mail so you actually helped us, um, whoever you are.” He smiled weakly. His voice was cute. He had that Queens accent that the people of San Francisco lacked, for obvious reasons.

“Oh, right.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I’m Y/N L/N. I just moved here from San Francisco. I live across the hall.”

You pointed to the door behind you as if he didn’t know what “across the hall” meant. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You were never this awkward.

His eyes lit up a bit once you told him where you lived.

“Really? I thought that smelly guy lived there.” The boy said and you stifled a laugh.

“That smelly guy was my father. He died a little while ago so I live there now.” You told him, malign the boys eyes widen. They were so brown. Like little pools of honey. Or little pools of the Hudson River. You had seen a million pairs of brown eyes before, but none like his. They were quite distracting to be honest.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I had. I had no idea-“ he began to frantically apologize but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it. We never got along. And you’re right, that man stank.” You chuckled. It was the first thing you said that felt like your old self. You hadn’t really talked to anyone since moving to New York, with the exception of Venom and the occasional phone call from Andy or Dani. You liked talking to this boy, though you still had no idea who he was.

“Oh thank God. I thought I screwed this up before it even went anywhere.” He immediately turned red when he heard his own words. You saw the regret in his eyes and decided to throw him a bone.

“Well it certainly can’t go anywhere until you tell me your name.” You flirted. Again, he relaxed. You felt a surge of confidence knowing he wanted this to go well.

“Parker. I’m Parker Peter. I mean, Peter Parker.” He fumbled over his words again, making you smile fondly.

“We like him. He’s cute.” Venom said telepathically. You looked down at my shoes and blushed, knowing you liked him too.

“And he looks delicious.” She added, ruining the moment.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter Parker.” You gave him your best smile. “I’m glad there’s someone my age around here. Everyone I’ve met so far is either an old bitty or a creepy uncle type.” You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth. You didn’t know what his sense of humor was like and he might not find you the slightest but funny. Andy always told you you were bad at telling jokes, and you feared he might be right.

Lucky for you, Peter burst out laughing.

“Ah. I’ve seen you’ve met Henry.” Peter pointed a finger down the hall. “Yeah, I’d stay away from him. He asked me if he could have pictures of my feet once. He said he’d “pay me handsomely” for it too.”

“Damn. So he beat me to asking you.” You pretended to be upset, which made Peter laugh again. The sound of his laugh made your heart pick up speed. You weren’t used to feeling like this. Boys rarely impressed you, Andy was just lucky you liked a man in uniform.

“Yeah. You better stay away from him.” Peter advised.

“It might be hard.” You clicked your tongue. “Our mailboxes are pretty close. I’ll make a mental note to never check my mail while wearing flip flops, though.”

Peter smiled at your joke. He had the kind of smile that you would make the person laugh just to see it again. It was brilliant.

“Well my mailbox should be directly above yours. So don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He grinned, and you grinned back.

“My hero.” You gushed as you put your hands over your heart. The tips of his ears went pink, like he was shocked that you said that.

“I’m no hero.” He sounded almost panicked, like you touched a nerve or something.

“We’re hungry. We need to eat.” Venom interrupted abruptly, causing you to jump. Since Peter couldn’t hear her, he looked at you strangely, not knowing the cause of your sudden jolt.

“Sorry, I uh, I thought I saw a spider.” You lied.

“If there was a spider, we’d eat it. We need food. Now.” Venom demanded.

Peter looked up at his doorframe for the imaginary spider.

“Yeah, New York is full of them.” Peter said skeptically. “Not that full, though. And some spiders are nice. One might even call them friendly.”

“Right.” You laughed at his strange wording, unaware that you were both keeping a secret.

“Would…” Peter began but trailed off, seemingly mulling something over in his head. “Would you like to eat dinner with my Aunt and I? I remember when we first moved in, it took us a while to get into the swing of things and make dinner every night. If you like, you could join us. And, you know, we could get to know each other.” He offered. It all came out in one breath. You could tell he was nervous and that only drew you in more.

“I’d love to Peter.” You said, and he smiled in relief.

“Great.” He gave an awkward thumbs up. “We usually eat around six so maybe come around then? She’ll be so happy to meet you. She loves cooking and she always tries to get me to learn but I once burnt cereal and I still don’t know how.” Peter began to ramble. He cut himself off and shook his head again. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Then, you did something stupid. You put your hand on his arm like the dumb bitch you were. You barely knew this guy. Who the hell were you to touch him? He must’ve been thinking the same thing, since he instantly froze under your touch and stared at your hand on his arm.

“Don’t apologize. I can’t cook either. Unless you count making tater tots as cooking. Then I’m Gordon Ramsey.” You assured him, feeling him relax under your touch.

“You’re just gonna mention tater tots without warning us first? Our mouth is watering. Can we eat Peter?” Venom asked, making your eyes widen.

If it was socially acceptable to scream at your symbiote in public, you would’ve yelled “NO, WE CANNOT EAT PETER” from the top of your lungs. But since you didn’t want to scare Peter and the rest of the neighbors away, you merely smiled and made another mental note to smack the shit out of Venom later.

“I love that man. “Where is the lamb sauce?” Peter mimicked in a bad British accent. He had no right being as charming as he was.

“No no no.” You shook your head. “His best line is “I’ll get you more pumpkin and I’ll ram it right up your ass. Would you like it whole or diced?”. He’s said some pretty wild things but that one makes me cry.”

Peters laugh rang through the halls. To be the cause of that laugh was a feeling like no other. You stood there for a while, just looking at each other. His eyes grazed down your body, but not in a crude way. You berated yourself for not dressing better when going to meet the neighbors, clad in nothing but a grey hoodie and some leggings. Peter looked cute, but you had a feeling he always did. His jumper was pretty baggy and you could see a collared shirt poking out the top. He was dressed almost professionally and you found it incredibly endearing.

You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to know his secrets and his hobbies and what makes him itch. You wanted to see if he dresses this way on weekends too or what his summer clothes looked like. Your gawking was interrupted by Peters phone ringing. He broke out of his trance and answered it quickly.

“Hi, Mr. S. No I’m not busy. I mean, I’m super busy but I can totally make time for you. Yea, Happy talked to me. Okay. Okay. Where? Okay. See you in a bit.” Peter hung up and looked at you apologetically.

“That was my job. I have to run but I’ll be back in time for our dinner. I live at…you know where I live. I’ll see you then. Don’t be late.” Peter called as he ran down the hallway, towards the elevator.

“I won’t. See you later.” You called back.

You went back to your apartment and like a kid, broke out into a happy dance.

“Venom!! Did you see how cute he was?” You gushed. “And how funny he is? I have to get ready for tonight.”

Venom manifested and swirled around my arm.

“Someone has a crush.” Venom smirked. Well, as much of a smirk as she could muster with that huge mouth of hers.

“I don’t have a crush. I just think he’s cute okay?” You replied coyly. “Cute. And funny and sweet and charming and amazing. But that’s it.”

“We can feel your heart beat.” Venom reminded you. “It was going ten miles an hour. What would Andy say?”

You had been rummaging through your closet and stopped in your tracks. With Peters new inhabitance in your mind, you had forgotten all about Andy. You moved to New York to avoid his wedding and his moving on, and you might’ve succeeded.

“I don’t care what he’d say.” You decided. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But we want him to be.” Venom insisted. “We want him back, remember?”

“I don’t know what I want.” You answered honestly. “I just want to get ready for tonight.”

“Why are you getting ready now? You have 5 hours until you have to be there and it’s right across the hall.” Venom teased.

“Only 5 hours?” You sighed. “We better get moving.”

[yn-dere]

3:32 AM • YAN!J.JK

Little drabble #4

You know, my mother used to remind me that common folks are easily forgotten. It was a quote repeated far too many times for the words to have any impact left. But as I stand here mum, retreating back into the corners of my own mind... I understand that it is true, not only for people but for everything in life.

The sharp croaking of the crows outside my window, no matter how annoying... will be out of mind in a twinkling.

The faint singing of our upstairs neighbour will be forgotten, even by her own toddler as he drifts off to sweet slumber.

The girl that my friend seems to be crying about at this time of day will be bygone as he graduates and finally gets his life together.

Every insignificant thing will be lost in the void of past but isn't it easier to forget someone who was never known to begin with?

No one will remember him. No one even bat an eye because they don't know him. Because he is nothing.

The painters called to do a rush job tomorrow won't question anything because he is no one.

My dorm roommate from whom I got a car ride home at 2 in the morning isn't half as suspicious because he is nothing.

Jesus, even his own friends won't bother checking up on him when he fails to show up at work because who cares about him?

Everyone overlooked or slept through his cries of help because he is insignificant.

He is nothing. He is no one. A contemptible pest who's life didn't even amount to a shit stain. Hell, even those black little screeching spawns of satan seem to be more merrier than that wet piece of rag who's out to make everyone else's life distasteful.

This moment will be forgotten by that lady who just stopped the lullaby, her child, my friend who is probably sleeping as we speak, my roommate, and everyone else in this world. 3:32 am was either disregarded or simply slept by.

Those blood spatters on the walls will too vanish if the painters do their jobs right. Everyone will overlook the fact that the bedroom is painted a different color compared to the rest of the apartment. Everyone but my fiancee who's all but drenched in her "lover's" blood and sweat. I hope it is forever etched into her mind as it helps me drill the same lesson my mother taught me time and time again... Common people are easily forgotten, people like him and her.

(You don't fuck with no man's girl if you don't have a death wish, especially with someone like yan!fiance!jungkook who's more than willing to show up unannounced at his s/o's residence at the middle of the night. You won't get a second chance like the babe you fooled around with)

[weiisz]

cate-eblanchett·:

     well, honey, i fear to tell you that i am actually terribly old. the 90′s and early 00′s good old times. i was pretty savage back then, i still am but now i am more careful to don’t get home too drunk when the kids are there. so if you’d been waiting for a reunion it means there’s not a feud in your head against me or the other way round.  kidding!, i know there’s never been grudge feelings between us, funny how just life and work has kept us in different places during all this time, but i am aware about your extraordinary career.  you’ve decided that your fifties was the perfect timing to bring up to life the most alluring, scariest, seductive and complicated characters ever. i can’t  even imagine the hard work it was for you. oh, stop! my ego is being burst, i am going to tell the academy what you said about Lydia. thank you, i really appreciate it, rach. i miss her, weird, but i miss her. were you able to shake off your characters at the end of the day, rachel? i am still shook by them and i’ve seen only two episodes. trying to catch up with it but edith, my youngest one has decided that spending the night in my bed is much better than in her own room. i am still in England with the kids, yes, i spent most of the time here but i travel constantly to NYC and i am trying to spend more time there as well. Henry is sixteen already? wow!! he is a young man already! I have the image of him as an adorable toddler, I don’t know grace yet but i already know she must be adorable and surely gives you a lot of work, isn’t she? —so, there’s no a husband in the equation anymore? that’s quiet surprising, i did not have idea but i am sure it was the best for both of you, right? —i did the same a couple of years ago, andrew and i did not work as couple anymore, we were more like best friends and decided to part ways a while ago and since then, life has been pretty interesting and different to say the least. @weiisz·

                           Oh  pipe  down’  we’re  the  same  age’  unless  you’ve  been  lying,  and  encountered  such  youthful  secrets.  I  like  to  say  the  beast  was  ‘tamed’  the  second  i  had  my  son,  but  what  a  time,  less  we  forget  that  savage  side  of  our  youth  was  rather  thrilling  .  was  it  a  premiere  or  some  actor’s  event  we  met  at,  by  chance  ?    cause  my  mind  seems  to  be  betraying  me  with  fuzzy  details  lately.  Woman  can  remain  civil  after  all  these  years  ?  who  knew.  As  exhilarating  as  a  feud  would  be  to  the  media,  i’m  much  more  pleased  there’s  no  bad  blood.  Path’s  cross  back  around  eventually,  and  here  we  are.  Yet  rather  amusing  how  similar  those  paths  have  been,  you’ve  just  beaten  by  one  extra  academy  award,  blanchett.  I  don’t  think  i  can  catch  up.    wow,  I  may  have  to  quote  you  for  the  our  emmy  campaign,  that’s  incredibly  kind  of  you,  alway’s  had  such  a  master  play  with  words.  My  pleasure...  send  along  the  message  before  i  do  !    plus  nobody  really  understand’s  that  ‘longing’  for  certain  characters  until  you  lay  them  to  rest,  but  they’re  still  nagging  you.  I  get  it.  I’d  drink  several  cups  of  tea  to  wash  them  away,  like  a  mini  ritual,  especially  regarding  some  more  intense  days  on  set,  but  i’ll  keep  my  mouth  zipped  until  the  little  one  isn’t  ambushing  you.  How  old  is  she  now,  or  more  how  old  is  your  eldest  ?!  i  very  much  remember  him  being  so  incredibly  tiny’  so  i  know  the  feeling  how  strange  it  is  to  even  imagine  them  anything  other.    She  keeps  the  balance’  a  hand  full,  but  what  five  year  old  isn’t  ?  it’s  just  imaginations  24/7    ---  it’s  scarily  accurate  how  you’ve  easily  described  my  own  situation.  Myself  and  Daniel  still  co-parent,  still  very  much  confide,  as  if  nothing’s  changed  beside  the  ‘marriage’  title.  It’s  just  a  modern  day  way  of  life,  especially in this career path.  ‘Interesting’  as  in  another  suitor  in  the  equation,  or  is  “savage”  cate  back  on  the  town.. @cate-eblanchett

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Family, Suspicions, Rage and Plans

A Phantom adopted, Chapter 2, ao3

Team Phantom and the Lumano Clan discuss, separately this time.

Jasmine Fenton was a good person, as many people would agree, and as such did not deserve to be startled by gremlin-like little brothers phasing their heads through her walls.   Thankfully she had only one of those, and so her startle was only a tiny bit, followed by a scowl.

“Danny!  Can’t you knock?”

Danny laughed, falling into her bedroom with each breath, and flopped onto the floor.  Jazz rolled her eyes and nudged him onto his back with her foot.

“Ok, sorry, you’re right.  I finally got you though!”

“Ah yes, a jumpscare, truly the height of being frightening.  Was there something you wanted to talk about, Danny, or was this just to tell your friends you managed to scare a single person in your whole life?”

Danny clutched his heart and curled up with a few more laughs and Jazz smiled.

“Oof, friendly fire there.  Yeah, big news actually and we felt like you should probably be filled in cause you’re smart and all that.”

Danny picked himself up by floating until he could get his legs under himself and Jazz couldn’t help the fuzzy warmth in her chest, knowing he trusted her enough now to use his powers so freely in her presence.  It wasn’t too long ago that Danny would overact normalcy around her the same that he did for their parents, and while Jazz had been determined to wait that period out, it still hurt to be put in the same boat as them.

“Ok, I assume Sam and Tucker are in your room and I’m not letting Sam and her nature-covered boots all over my nice clean floor.”

Danny pointedly looked down at papers strewn about near her desk and Jazz turned him around by the shoulders.

“My floor is without dirt upon it, Danny, I’ll not have your friends change that just because Sam feels the need to rebel against her parents when they aren’t even here.”

“Gosh, tell me what you really feel.”

“Ah, but this is about your big news, not views I have the good manners to keep quiet about little brother.”

Once they were in Danny’s room, door closed firmly, Jazz took a seat on the bed next to Danny, with Tucker on his other side and Sam in the spinning desk chair.

“Ok, so what happened today that I need to know?”

“Well,” Sam said, fingers steepled in a triangle like some rich supervillain.  “Today we met a ghost who was appalled at the treatment other ghosts give Danny and decided to purge them all.”

“He specifically swore not to slaughter them all, Sam,” Danny all but pleaded.  “Maybe his magic binds him to his word?”

“Dude, he said, and I quote,” Tucker said, pulling up his PDA to read from, “’I promise not to slaughter all of the ghosts you inform me of that have hurt you in the past few months.’  There’s so many loopholes in that.”

“But the spirit of the deal-“

“Isn’t the deal, Danny.”  

Jazz shrugged when Danny turned a betrayed look her way.

“Sorry, that left way too many openings.  I’m not sure a ghost can truly be destroyed anyway, though, so do you really need to worry about that?”

“Besides, he promised you and Sam that, dude, I gave him the list.”

Tucker laughed as he was shoved nearly off the bed and shook his head.

“I’ve got to say, that’s suspiciously serendipitous, Danny.”

Jazz leaned back, crossing her legs and drumming her fingers against her arm.

“What does he get out of swooping in and dealing with all of your enemies for you?  You might’ve given him a list of allies to rally together into an organized force to attack you with.”

“He’s a liminal like me, for one thing.”

Danny grinned and Jazz’s eyes widened slowly.

“He said that Danny’s basically a toddler in ghost years and so he’s just absolutely horrified that he’s being basically hunted down for brawls by adult ghosts.”

Sam caught the pillow that Danny threw at her, and Jazz just barely managed to dodge it herself when Danny phased through the return throw.

“He put on the kind of fake cheery tone that you only hear from someone ready to explode, and his wings lit up again.”

“Ok, Tucker, wait.  Start from the beginning, please.” #

Valdan watched Toby burn his way across a massive purple rock floating in the void, slashing it apart with his claws and smashing it to bits with hooves, tails, and all manner of weaponry gifted by nature to its beasts.  Even upon reaching the coveted arch-druid status, Valdan had rarely seen him act like this.

He couldn’t blame him, of course.  The ectoplasm around him buzzed with the whisper of notes to a war song that could bring down fortresses and rally armies out of civilians.  He balanced a knife on his finger, daring the tip to pierce him, and watched the flames dance off the blade.

A warm hand pressed against his back, heat pouring into muscles that relaxed like thawing ice, and Valdan hummed, leaning into Duncan at his side.

“Is everyone back, yet?  I’m not talking about this over dinner, that’s for pleasant things.”

“Well, I think Apo and Cole are back from chatting with the dragon princess, and they’re only a little charred, so I think that’s everyone.”

“Right, well, someone’s gonna have to reign in mister Wrath of Nature over there.  I’m not doin it.”

“Lazy bones,” Cole calls out as he jumps off the deck of the ship that was still taking the shape of a somewhat standard sea vessel.  Valdan can’t hear what they say to each other, doesn’t need to, but soon enough Toby is his human looking self again, and the both of them are on the deck.

It doesn’t take long to gather everyone below deck in their little meeting area, there were only 7 of them after all.  Still, Valdan paced a bit, eyes narrowed as he thought.

In a trip around the table all the weapons that could be removed had been placed in a neat pile in the corner, which did nothing to ease the tension in the room.

“Right, so.  We’ve got a handful in our lap, damn that compassion of ours.  The kids provided us with a lovely little list of problematic poltergeists that attack their little hometown.  They isolated for us three particularly bad pests but summarized only two of them.  Both of these threats need to be eliminated as soon as possible, but I imagine we’re gonna have an easier time finding one than the other two.”

“There’s also another plane-touched child that particularly needs our help and isn’t gonna get that help from anyone else on their material plane.  She’s a result of the only adult plane-touched round here being a total scum bag.”

Apogo sighed, waving a hand to make sure he had their attention.  Valdan braced himself for the speech that would come at some point in the conversation.

“Hold on now, look.  I know that whoever’s on that list needs a good ass kicking, obviously, but are we gonna go around destroying souls just like that?”

“I don’t think any of us have the magic to destroy a soul, Apo.  Well, unless the weird power boost we’ve been getting from being here between Realms has gifted me the illustrious power of eating them.  We just shoot them in the core and they’re souls floating around in the void.”

“Deprived of their senses and unable to control their movement.  I’m not saying we don’t take out the worst of them, I’m sure you’re about to tell me something irredeemable about these two ‘worst child fighters’ but maybe we should get a bit more information from them before we go on a bloody campaign?”

“Oh absolutely, just from the hilarious names given I suspect most of these people aren’t a major problem, we can handle them in an afternoon or two.  But, well, I took your weapons away cause I don’t want you to blow holes in the ship when I tell you about this Vlad Masters guy.”

“We have developed self-control, Val, what could he have done?”

Simply because he was the one to say that, Valdan kept his eyes on his brother while he relayed everything Danny told them about his clone.  He did, however, have the tact to keep a hand on one of Apogo’s shoulders through the tale.

With the powder keg of magic in the room, Valdan wondered if he should’ve had this conversation on the deck.

David drummed his clawed fingers against the table and closed his eyes.  His other hand was occupied with holding onto Leico’s, more to keep him from leaving than comfort.  Leico himself was looking rather ready to call on his precious goddess to smite the man in his stead, but Valdan knew he wouldn’t.  That would be too easy.

“So, the misery demon lady will die first, I think.  Easier target, no clean-up really needed.  While Leico and Duncan track her down, Valdan I want you to find where Vlad lives, see how easily we can turn his environment against him.  Toby, you head to the Far Frozen and see if they can help, learn some new medicine stuff even.  Cole, how do you feel about training a kid with weather powers?”

“I feel like I need to know what you plan on doing, David.  Don’t forget to let everyone else in on your master plan.”

“Oh, I’m going to learn the new technology of this place’s prime material plane, maintain our ship so it doesn’t fall apart, and prepare to commit murder.  Perhaps you and I can even go out and socialize, find some of the other ghosts on that list of Valdan’s so that we can judge them ourselves.  When we take down this Vlad Masters, we should raid his laboratory so that we have all the relevant data on Elle needed to help her.”

“Until then, how about we eat ourselves some dinner, yeah?  We’re all stressed, and acting without thinking is going to get us nowhere.  Besides, I have a feeling the kids are gonna call us again soon anyway.”

“Of course, Lei, you always make the best food to get over rage with.”

That night, while everyone else was getting much needed sleep after a patrol around the city and several smaller ghosts captured or sent on their way, Danny took to the roof of the Ops center, staring up at the stars.  He looked down at his hand, curling it into fists over and over.

“The weather, huh?  Wonder how far up that goes.”