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Mating Call, Part 2 (Marco x Reader, dubcon, Monster Marco)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3
The first part
Summary: The World Government has worked hard to obfuscate an interesting fact about Zoan Devil Fruits since the Void Century. In order for a Zoan Devil Fruit to be awakened, the Zoan user must find and claim their mate in accordance with their nature.
Zoan fruit users are driven to find their mates, seeking someone to fill the gnawing need within them, even if they don't recognize it themselves.
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Thank you to @gouraminnow for reading the rough draft! There's another thank you at the end to avoid chapter spoilers :3
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You startled awake as a sharp cry pierced through the early morning light, sitting straight up and scanning the area. Your nervous system was on full alert as you quickly looked for the emergency, the instinct ingrained in you after your years in medical school and residency. After a moment, you relaxed as you remembered you were in a cave with the Phoenix. Right, right. Kidnapped by stupid pirates and trapped with the world’s most temperamental fiery bird.
You yawned and stretched, awake for the day. Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep now but maybe you’d be able to catch a nap later. You were still resting against the body of the Phoenix, which was more singed on its wings than it had been the day before. You leaned your head back against the Phoenix like it was an armchair. It out a small chirp, almost like a coo.
“You woke me up, you didn’t tell me I have to move yet. You gonna die and be reborn, huh? You better not die on me for real - then your buddies will kill me and I have tickets to see Soul King live in a few months. So just remember to be reborn from the ashes, and all will be well. Hell, I’ll take you with me if you get me out of here,” you said to the Phoenix. Using its flank for support, you stood up to see what Thatch had left for you to eat. You were desperate for some coffee but you wouldn’t get your hopes up. Walking towards the stone slab, you were arrested in your path by the Phoenix’s beak pushing you towards the back of the cave.
“H-hey, wait! I want - I’m hungry!” you pleaded with the Phoenix. It didn’t answer but continued to corral you behind itself. As you got a closer sight of the sharp beak, your jovial tone dropped as you remembered you were dealing with an apex predator. It was getting annoying being moved around like a piece on a chess board but you weren’t going to protest as long as you could see snapped femurs by the far wall.
“P-please! I just need some water,” you begged the bird. The Phoenix made a sound like a chuff as it pushed you further from your goal. It moved you to the back of the cave and stood up onto its long legs, the razor sharp talons at the end of its feet on full display. Now that it was standing, it took up the majority of the cave only leaving you a few feet for yourself.
Now that it stood up you could see more bones piled behind where it had been sitting, cementing your decision to let it do whatever it wanted without protest.
Despite the clear danger it presented you, you couldn’t help but admire its long golden tail in the morning light, the golden circles gleaming like coins as it fanned out behind the Phoenix. You tried to shift yourself to a slightly more comfortable position but the Phoenix puffed up, as if offended. It raised its foot, its sharpened talons inches from your face. You were technically a Marine, but you weren’t courageous like the fighting units - you screamed and screwed your eyes shut, awaiting your death like so many before you.
But it never came.
After a few moments of silence, you opened your eyes a sliver, you found the Phoenix’s foot wrapped around you, its talons close to your side as it curled its toes around you to keep you in place. Despite the proximity of its razor sharp claws to your skin, it hadn’t sliced or mained you in any way. Instead, it had taken one of the canteens in its beak and was dangling by the strap above your head, waiting for you to open your eyes. If you could guess the expression of the Phoenix, you would have said it was amused.
“Oh, um. Thank you?” you said, reaching for the canteen held high above your head. The Phoenix dipped its head down, handing you the water bottle. You grabbed it with shaking fingers before unscrewing the cap. You chugged from the metal container, suddenly realizing how parched you were. You drank until the canteen was empty, the Phoenix dipping its head once more to take the empty container from your hand.
Now that your thirst was slaked you relaxed in the grasp of talon that was still wrapped around your body. The Phoenix churred and looked at you, as if asking a question. You gave it a look before trying to guess what it was asking.
“Nah, I don’t need food just yet. Not really a breakfast person. I’ll get some later,” you said as you rolled your head on your neck. The Phoenix squawked in reply, making you startle in its grasp. “Or, um, I’ll ask you for some food?” you surmised, scared to upset the giant flaming bird. It trilled softly and started to unclench you from its grasp. It could understand you, so maybe Marco was in there somewhere even if he wasn’t coming out just yet. You waited until the claw completely opened before you moved, scootching a little beyond the now relaxed talons. It was clear that the Phoenix was running the show; you were just a monkey in its circus.
The rest of the morning wasn’t particularly eventful, and even relaxing in parts. It wasn’t like there was anything to do in the cave so you spent an hour or so observing the Phoenix. You doubted that many had the opportunity to do so, particularly not vets. The Phoenix wasn’t like any other bird you’d ever seen - it seemed to be a composite of the best features of many kinds of birds. It had the sharp, hooked beak of a bird of prey, its call like a songbird, the beautiful plumage of a parrot, and the body of water fowl. It was an interesting combination and his features blended together seamlessly, its features in harmony.
After a while of sitting in the cave, you started to get bored. You tried to go to the entrance, but were caught by the back of your shirt when you got too close to the platform that sat at the beginning of the cave. A stern look from the Phoenix cemented that it didn’t want you leaving.
“Please? I just want to sit in the sun. I can’t escape - where would I go?” you pouted. You really weren’t going to try, there wouldn’t be a point. The pirates had taken their boat and you had no doubt that the Phoenix would find you and gobble you up if you disobeyed.
The Phoenix trilled softly, which you took for acquiescence. You gave it a bright smile as thanks before slowly walked towards the patch of sun at the entrance to the cave, sitting in the center to warm yourself up. Its eyes remained trained on you as you continued doing nothing but this time feeling the breeze off the ocean. It seemed that the Phoenix didn't mind if you were sitting by the main entrance to the cave but it didn’t want you to leave. It was sometimes difficult to guess what the Phoenix was feeling or thinking but it was able to make this pretty clear.
Sitting in the sun was warmer but still uninteresting. You were trying to find ways to pass the time - so you began cleaning. Yes, it was a cave full of bones and soot and dirt - but you were used to the bones and you preferred a tidy environment, thank you very much. You spent some time organizing the supplies Thatch brought before deciding to sweep. You’d seen bones under the Phoenix too - you’d want to clean those out as well, if he let you.
After a while you realized you were humming to an old, familiar song - the first one that had turned you on to the Soul King, actually. There wasn’t anyone around besides the Phoenix, who was watching you with amusement. So despite your fear of public singing, you started singing “Binks’s Sake” as you picked up various human bones and threw them into a pile. Some were kind of interesting and you idly wondered who had been there before you and if someone new would be looking at your own bones soon.
After a few more minutes of soft singing, you paused and silently examined a particularly long femur - only to hear the Phoenix trilling back to you. You spun in surprise to face the Phoenix, who continued to watch you clean. The Phoenix's call was harmonious, almost lulling, as it continued the song you’d been singing. It cooed the last few notes you’d sung, as if asking you to continue.
“Oh, um. OK. I just - I don’t normally sing for anyone,” you stammered, a blush rising on your cheeks. You hadn’t thought it was listening that closely to what you were singing. The Phoenix repeated the notes again - it obviously wanted to continue.
“Alright, I’ll, um, I’ll try,” you hedged, picking up the femur again. You started the song at the beginning, the Phoenix joining along with you in perfect harmony. It wasn’t that you were good at harmonizing, it was. A smile had the corners of your mouth quirking upward as it continued the lilting tune. The two of you sang together until the end of the song, the Phoenix rewarding you by chirping loudly after the conclusion of the last note.
For the first time in your life, you didn’t feel self conscious singing in front of another being. You could think of a few reasons way. First of all, your audience was a giant bird. Secondly, it was probably going to kill and eat you in the next few days. Thirdly, Marco didn’t seem to be any closer to coming out or communicating with you, so really, what was the harm?
You spent quite a while happily singing with the Phoenix while you continued to work. It has an impressive ability to mimic, understand, and improvise. By early afternoon you’d run through your repertoire and taught it nearly all the Soul King songs you could remember. It had shuffled around as you cleaned and sang, allowing you to clean the edges of the cave and standing up to allow you to clean under it. Sweeping took a long while since you had to kind of whip the debris out with some leftover sacks instead of having a proper broom, but it didn't seem to mind. You cleaned as quickly as you could while under it, you didn't want to be squished to death accidentally. It had also made you take breaks for snacks, taking away your "broom" and handing you food and water like before. You ate the hard bread and cheese while continuing to hum "New World."
After you were done, you wiped your sweaty forehead on the back of your arm, taking stock of the now cleaner cave. It looked much better and now you could be eaten alive in peace. A squawk had your eyes snapping to the Phoenix, who was not enjoying the early afternoon. It had been docile while you were cleaning and singing but now if you were to guess it's feelings, it was agitated.
The Phoenix wing’s were nearly all singed now, the char working its way from the tips towards its mantle. It was an interesting phenomenon, the embers glowing a deep blue rather than the orange-red of normal fire. You frowned and approached it slowly, as if it was the spooked animal and not you. It was going to go through a rebirth cycle sooner rather than later, you thought, based on the rapid progression of its body turning to embers. The embers had spread exponentially, reaching its mantle under your watchful eye.
“Hm, I know this is a part of your life cycle, but I can’t imagine it feels that great,” you said sympathetically. Even though it was a gigantic mythical creature and also a billion Beri pirate, your heart couldn’t help but feel empathy for the poor bird. You stuck out your bottom lip as your fingers twitched to touch it. You weren’t sure if it would hurt you or not, so you kept away. The Phoenix tilted its head with curiosity and slowly spread its wing so you could get a closer look.
“Are you safe for me to touch?” you asked, your fingers raised again. It nodded and you extended your hand to touch the tip of a primary feather, where it had been singed the longest. Touching the glowing embers was a surreal experience - the sensation didn’t match the concrete features you could see with your eyes. The embers felt like touching a tingly cobweb, or a fog so thick you could reach out and grab it. But there was also a firm wing under your hand, the feathers not unlike those you’d seen before in a much smaller form. It was more ethereal than the solid form you’d rested against the night before.
“You really are a very interesting bird, I hope you know. Of course, your plumage is gorgeous, but the amalgamation of the best of the bird world isn’t something I’ve seen before, not to mention all the mythological features. I would love to study you for an extended period of time,” you remarked. The Phoenix looked proud and ruffled its feathers for you, pulling a giggle from your mouth.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it get to your head,” you said with a roll of your eyes. There wasn’t much to do after cleaning, so you sat back down near the mouth of the cave. After another half an hour or so watching the far off waves, you stood up and dusted your pants off. You were going to treat this like a vacation, you thought. A weird, deadly, mythical vacation that you did not sign up for, but a vacation nonetheless.
It was time to smoke and chill the fuck out.
Reaching into your pocket, you grabbed the baggy you’d gotten back from Fire Fist and pulled it out. Shaking it, you saw you had a decent amount, but if you’d known you’d be taken hostage you would have brought more. Regardless you didn’t have any papers to roll with and there wasn’t any paper in the items Thatch had left behind.
But there were apples.
You hastily started making an apple bong after grabbing a small knife off the table, your hands moving with practiced muscle memory. It didn’t take long for the bong to take shape, looking not too bad for not having made one in over a decade. Filling the top with weed, you looked around for something to light it with, already knowing what you’d have to use.
“Light me up,” you demanded of the Phoenix, holding out your apple. It snorted and averted its head. You huffed, annoyed that now it wasn’t interested in helping you.
“I know you can, I don’t think all those people were healed to death,” you snarked pointedly. The Phoenix chuffed but remained unconvinced, curling its neck to rest its head on its body. Fuck that, the stupid bird would help you get high one way or another, you weren’t gonna let it ignore you.
“Oh, you don’t think you can make a fire this small? Is that why you won’t? Too difficult?” you questioned, making your eyes as wide as they would go. The only way you’d ever gotten Rob Lucci to see you was by encouraging his competitive side, talking loudly about how Jabra’s health was absolutely perfect, how no one could be in better shape by measurable metrics. Maybe a similar idea would work for the Phoenix - or maybe it was just the weakness of the male ego.
The Phoenix’s head whipped to you and trilled as if in affront. It took in a deep breath and blinked slowly before extending its wing to you. At the very end of the tip of its wing was a tiny red ember, perfect for lighting up.
“Thank fuck,” you sighed with relief, touching the bowl to the bud before taking a deep inhale from your homemade bong. You took a few more deep rips, smoking from an apple not as smooth of an experience as you 2,000 Beri bong, but you’d also had worse. Wanted posters did not make good rolling papers. The Phoenix cooed and closed its eyes slowly, which you guessed was its method of rolling its eyes.
“If you wanna lecture me that smoking is bad for my health, save your breath. You’re a doctor too and based on the pictures I’ve seen of Marco there’s no way he doesn’t smoke,” you said, blowing a cloud of smoke from your mouth.
“You want some?” you asked the Phoenix, who was watching you again. It tilted its head as if in interest. “Not sure he gives any to you,” you mused, turning the apple in your hands. The Phoenix made a clicking sound, as if it was now impatient.
“Jeez, ok. I’ll um, hmmm. I’m not sure how to - I’ll shotgun you,” you declared decisively, more confident now that you weren’t as stressed. “I’ll inhale some and exhale it to you,” you explained. The Phoenix lowered its head as if you were doing it a favor and waited. You took the biggest hit you could manage from the apple, held it in for a moment, and gently blew the smoke into the Phoenix’s face, trying to aim for where you saw its nostrils were. They weren’t easy to see, but you prided yourself on being a good vet. You’d get that bird high, no matter what. Maybe it would chill the bird out as well, or help it feel a little more comfortable while it burned. It was an interesting thought - maybe you'd do research on the effects of weed on Zoan devil fruit users - with a lot of hands on experimentation.
The Phoenix gave you a contemplative look but didn’t move back to its former position, so it must have liked it enough. You repeated the process a few more times before smoking your fill. You got up to put the apple back on the table and meandered back into the cave. Making a bold move, you ambled up to the Phoenix and sat down with you back against it, not unlike how you’d slept the night before. You didn’t say anything and neither did it, as you felt every one of your muscles finally relax after…only one day of tension. How the fuck were you going to last until Thatch and Ace came back?
The thought flitted by as you started watching the transition of the Phoenix from its normal plumage to its singed form. Watching the waves of fire on the Phoenix was hypnotic, it reminded you of watching wind running through fields of wheat. There was no doubt in your mind that it was burning faster than ever. If you had to guess, it would be completely charred by late afternoon or early evening. You laid your head back on the Phoenix and closed your eyes.
Life on the Grand Line was an adventure.
You ended up taking a short nap on the Phoenix. It didn’t wake you this time, you realized as you rubbed your eyes, coming to after what felt like hours. After you woke up, it shook itself out and sidled to the front of the cave. You watched with interest - if the Phoenix left, maybe you’d have a chance for escape or at least a few minutes to yourself. The Phoenix turned to you and put its massive beak in front of your face, snapping it once. You shivered as the sharp edges of its mouth loomed in front of you while the Phoenix gave you a withering look. The message was clear - it was going to leave, but you were supposed to stay put.
“Alright, alright. I got it - I’ll be here,” you said, waving it off. You’d grown more comfortable with the bird, you didn’t think it was going to bite your head off over a little sass - it hadn’t been turned off by your sparkling personality yet. The Phoenix closed its eyes into a half lidded expression, almost seeming to smile. It lept off the edge of the cave, diving down below. You weren’t worried exactly, but you did peer over the lip of the cave just in case - only to see the Phoenix soaring upwards, its gaze trained on you.
You’d never seen anything so breathtaking.
It flew in circles while tracking you with its eyes, as if to make sure you were watching. It didn’t need to though, you couldn’t have taken your eyes off of it if you tried. Its blue flickering flames mesmerized you as it glided through the sky, its teal plumage a beacon of pure beauty. The blazing teal was accompanied by sooty black smoke that came off its charred wings and body, giving an ominous aura to the already threatening animal. By now the overwhelming majority of the bird was charred, perhaps exacerbated by its flight.
You watched it soar lazily through the sky, wishing not for the first time that you could soar among the clouds. You sighed dreamily as it did a loop in the sky before returning in front of the cave. What a life that would be, you thought, to be able to fly away from any of your problems - no limits as you soared through the air, your only limitations your physical ability…you wished you had your paints with you to capture its beauty.
Turning in a circle back towards you, the Phoenix flapped its massive wings rapidly as it gracefully landed, the soot from its flight making you cough as it blew in your direction. The Phoenix’s head immediately dipped to your own, inspecting you closely with its unnerving teal eyes.
“I’m good, I’m good. Just a lot of smoke in the air,” you said, covering your mouth while you coughed. The less time you spent in the wings of the Phoenix the better - you wanted to avoid whatever protective instincts were activating within it.
Which didn’t prove to be possible since just a short while later, the Phoenix fed you dinner handing you rations from what Thatch had left. Unfortunately, unlike breakfast when it handed you the entire pouch of water, this time it would hand you only a piece of food or the skein of water with its beak and take it back when you were done drinking. The Phoenix would only pass you more food when you’d finished chewing the last bite, making the feeding process much longer. Even though it was annoying, you were thankful it wasn’t feeding you like a baby bird at the very least.
You watched as the sun set over the waters, enjoying the lovely evening as the Phoenix kept offering you more food. It kind of reminded you of how animals would eat a lot before scarcity, or a time when they’d have to use a lot of energy. But maybe it just didn’t know how much a small human would eat, you thought with a shrug. Marco himself was seven feet tall or something like that and Zoan devil fruit users had to eat a ton to maintain their energy and forms.
After you’d finished eating and staved off the Phoenix from force feeding you anything else, it slowly limped farther back into the cave. It's drooping wings and shuffling gait showed its lethargy. By now there remained only one bright blue spot on its body, just over where its heart would be. The rest of the bird looked like a living ember, but instead of a pulsing red, teal was emanating from within the sooty, cracked flesh. It was disconcerting to see the embers glow and burn brighter as the bird breathed, sooty layers growing by the second over its body. The Phoenix settled itself into the farthest back corner of the cave, curling in on itself as its fire continued to burn out.
Your mind shrieked that you were in danger but the vet in you had you slowly approaching the Phoenix with your hands up. Its piercing gaze watched you approach but didn’t stop you, closing its eyes as you reached out to put a hand on its charred body like you had earlier in the day. Logically you knew it would be fine, this was its natural cycle that it had completed many times as per Thatch. But you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to help. You laid your forehead on its body as you ran your hands over it, trying to offer it some kind of comfort in a trying time. It trilled softly but after a few minutes it gently shooed you away with its now charred beak, giving you space for once. You frowned as you went to go sit by the entrance to the cave, feeling impotent as you watched an animal in pain.
You sat down as far away as you could while still inside the cave to mull over recent events. Sitting in the still warm evening sun, you tried to rifle through your memory about Zoan Devil Fruits to see if there was something you could do to help. You were forgetting something key, something big, you were sure of it. Something to do with transformations and awakenings…
A burst of flames and a high pitched shriek had you gasping and looking back at the Phoenix. Instead of the nearly dead embers you’d been patiently watching before, there was now a full house size pyre in the back of the cave. The pragmatist in you was worried for potential cave collapse or the more likely outcome that you'd be burned alive, but realistically the fire wasn’t even hot at close range. A huge explosion of blue fire had you shielding your eyes with your arm, unable to bear witness to the Phoenix as it changed forms.
As you took cover it finally dawned on you, the realization striking you like lightning. A mate. That’s what allowed Zoan users to awaken their fruits - they needed to find their one true mate. That's why Zoan users had one of the lowest rates of awakening - the mate had to be compatible for both the Zoan and human sides. You’d skimmed over that section in the texts, disinterested in the process of their mate finding and only in the results of awakening. Your mouth hung open as the blue fire raged inside the cave, the flames now lapping only a few feet away.
The Phoenix wanted to mate you.
Scrambling to your feet, you made a mad dash for the exit of the cave in an attempt to flee before the Phoenix caught you. Maybe it would be vulnerable or weak during its transition time and you’d be able to make a hasty getaway. You weren’t going to be the mate to the Phoenix or Marco or anyone else in there. A bright blue wing suddenly sealed off your exit from the cave. You squeaked as you skid to a halt and fell down on your butt, scraping your hands against the rough floor of the cave. The Phoenix peered down at you as flames lept from its body to your own, your scrapes immediately healed.
“Why do you run, little mate?” a curious voice wondered inside your head. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was coming from the Phoenix, even if hearing the deep sonorous voice without your ears was disconcerting. It was glorious in its new form, no longer black and charred, but a deep, vibrant blue from head to talon. It blazed continuously, pulsing with vitality as you cringed backwards from the stunning display. There was no doubt in your mind that it was stronger than before, but you didn't want to find out by how much. Even you with your lack of fighting training could feel the raw power ebbing off the beast.
“Y-you can talk?” you asked, trying to buy yourself time and space away from the creature.
“I can do that and much more, mate,” it murmured seductively, watching you with half lidded eyes. It was folding its wing slowly back to its body, and you along with it.
“I’m not your mate, we’re not compatible like that,” you bluffed, raising your arms to protect your face.
“We are fated mates - we are compatible in all ways. Put down your arms. I would not harm you, especially not when I’ve waited so long to find you,” it scoffed as it folded you against its body. You tried pressing your hands against its chest to create some space but the creature was pure muscle and wasn’t giving you an inch to wriggle away.
“The v-vessel? Marco? He’s in there? Can he come out?” you asked, now cringing away as the Phoenix’s beak came close to your neck. Since being reborn it had changed to a smaller size - you guessed it was around 10 ft tall now - but that was still almost double your own height.
“Such a smart mate, you don’t need me to tell you, hm? Of course he’s here - he pretends he is unhappy about this outcome but he is as pleased as I. it bothers him that you were taken against your will, but it was not I who stole you, yes? The vessel enjoys the same pastimes and finds you both physically appealing as well as mentally stimulating. He cannot emerge now, not until I am sated, but he agrees that you are a perfect mate for us,” the Phoenix replied.
Fucking great. Marco, a Whitebeard Commander you’d never met, liked you back. Amazing, the perfect meetcute, you thought sarcastically. Your mind snapped back to attention as the Phoenix closed the gap between you, its head dipping down to look you in the eyes.
“I’m - I’m sorry, I don’t - I don’t want to be your m-mate,” you hesitated, the fear clogging your throat making it hard to get the words out.
“Then why did you participate in the courting, dear mate?” it purred, smugness radiating from it. “You cleaned and prepared our nest, slept on my body, were fed by my hands, sang your sweet warbles with me, shared your wares, even came to me in my time of need. One might mistake that for affection, no?”
“I - I…” you didn’t really have a reply. You had done those things, willingly even. You just didn’t think it would end by being mated to a mythological creature.
“You observed my transformation hasten with your arrival - I even waited to claim you until I took a smaller form so as not to hurt you. Do not worry, you will be unharmed, save for the claiming. But I cannot wait much longer - I grow rabid for you.” It husked, moving its head back once more. It took a step backwards, creating a small amount of space between you. The Phoenix was toying with you, you realized with a start, it already had the outcome set in its mind.
“Now we begin the ritual,” it said, gently pushing you onto the stone floor of the cave with a wing. You fell onto your hands and knees and quickly turned to face it. You tried to crawl backwards as it loomed over you. Your breath came quickly, as a cold sweat ran down your back.
“Wh-what ritual?” you asked, not bothering to keep the panic from your tone. It took a step closer, closing the gap between you. Your back hit the cave wall - there was no where else to go. Looming over you, it leaned down to press its forehead against your own like you'd done earlier, fiery blue blazing in your peripheral vision.
“The ritual so that I may Awaken.”
Thank you to @sordidmusings for the idea that if they hold off on the claiming until after the transformation, they're super rabid for the mate.
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#op x y/n#x reader#marco the phoenix#marco op#reader insert#tw dubcon#reader x marco#phoenix form marco#monster fucking#Zoan awakenings#Can u guess what the ritual entails???#It's a big surprise!!#you'd never guess#smoking weed with the Phoenix would be fucking great#maybe he'd take you flying omg#ugh but probably stupid Marco would lecture you for flying while high#whatever back down u go Marco bring out the Phoenix
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there's nobody nerdier than an archeologist... except for a jewish archeologist
#dandy's doodles#professor layton#pl#hershel layton#luke triton#chanukkah#channukah#hanukkah#hannukah#hershel is jewish... i just know it in my soul...#and like c'mon now. his name is hershel. he wears a dark hat and coat 24/7. he's an intellectual who's always asking questions.#plus he's fascinated with studying the practices of ancient civilizations (which torah study would necessarily entail). he's jewish#and if there's any official art or whatever of him celebrating christmas...#well he's a jew living in the early-mid 1900s. he's gonna assimilate a little bit#even if he doesn't really practice i'm sure he's totally into the culture and study#sorry. hershel headcanon hours. anyway i need to go to sleep#happy first night of chanukkah! yay!
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unrelated to anything going on right now but i'm glad i like taylor's music so much because it's just... nice to know that i'll enjoy whatever she puts out? i can't think of any other interest in my life that i consistently enjoy this much. idk. it's just comforting to know that on april 19 i'll be listening and loving it.
#like y'all can call her collaborators sycophants or call me a cupcake or whatever#i complain about a lot of things and dislike a lot of things but i'm glad a taylor album (and all it entails) isn't one of them
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enabler is a bit of strong word i think for describing alfred's role in bruce's life. i think maybe a more appropriate description would be passivity, or passenger seat supervising. bc it's not as if alfred shoved the bat emblem into bruce's hands, or even sought out the most dangerous people in the world to train bruce, nor was alfred particularly neglectful of bruce or uncaring of what happened to him. alfred would have been much happier to have bruce home and live a normal life, but i think alfred also recognized that he couldn't fulfill whatever need bruce was expressing- he wasn't bruce's father, he was bruce's employee. he took care of bruce, but he didn't dictate boundaries for bruce. like there is something to be said about alfred allowing bruce to go through with becoming batman, but i think it's also good to remember that it was alfred's first time too being a quasi-parent when his role for so long was to be a regular butler. at the end of the day, alfred ADORES bruce, would literally do ANYTHING for him, i think that's where the lines get blurred for alfred's involvement in bruce's life bc where he should have put his foot down and said no, alfred instead went with whatever bruce wanted bc he loves him and wants him to be happy
#obvs he couldnt have foreseen what letting bruce follow his “dreams” would entail but whatever!!#like alfred is not my number one fav guy or whatever but i do still really like him
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ruhgh the pilot. the pilotttt.......... the patient getting wilson to reflect on house's actions and he barely has to examine before determining with a little smile that "yeah, he cares about me :) " like it's such a little thing. utterly precious. but also very smoothly gets the audience to think similarly: people will say anything, it's what they do that really shows what they mean and how they feel. love is a verb love is a doing word
#house md#the pilot is sooo strong#very pretty too but that's not here nor there rn#and like you understand on a surface level how all the stuff house does raises hell around the hospital#particularly wrt a patient's treatment#like yeah he does malpractice and he can be caustic which to any passerby would look like he's torturing people for the hell of it#but we see it all go down from house's perspective so we see how thoroughly he dedicates himself to his patients#he'll run tests ON HIMSELF if he must if it will benefit the patient#he'll speak carefully yet not mince his words if he talks to the patient 1 on 1. he DOES want them to get better. whatever that entails#he cares. just not in a way that is typical or even believable at times#and caring about wilson???? EXTREMELY OBVIOUS but only if you like. Get house#son of coma guy shows this mutated endearment be reciprocated#by way of house urging wilson to leave so he's safe from legal harm when. yknow#“i don't want to push this until it breaks”#only then for wilson to go and establish an alibi for BOTH of them#aouruurhghhghh i'm going to start punching HOLES IN THE WALLS
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IS THIS REAL IS ANYONE ELSE SEEING THIS. CAN CONFIRM ? HELLO ?? HI😊DOUBLE TAP IF YOU’D SCRUNY THE WHEN
not making it off homeworld..? who’s to blame for that one…. @simcardiac-arrested
#SORRY LOSING MY MIND IN YOUR TAGS DO UOU MIND .#AAAAUEHFGGHHHHHHH THEYRE BOTH SO CUTES WHAT THE FUCCKKKKK#UR EVIL!!! EVIL I SAY!!!!!!#oh my god what are you doingt o me#you’re gonna mind control me into getting back into su serious .#I JUST CNAT. I CANT. WHY ARE THEY CUTES#THANK YOU FOR DRAWING MY LITTLE GUY SO MUCH UWEEEUHGGHHHHH GHHH#FALLS TO THE GROUND AND CRIES. BADLY#WHATEVER THAT ENTAILS#IS FOR ME TAG#oc: ???????? Idk imagine dragons#D ON T LOOK AT ME
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My p-word is popping!
And I will not be stopping.
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#gabriel ultrakill#ultrakill#hes just letting everyone know#the popping will continue till morale improves#whatever popping actually entails.... im not sure... but hes allowed to do it
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hate when people feel the need to woobify and make akaza more of a 'moral' character so they feel less guilty about liking him and writing him as a complex character. he's a murderer. he has murdered and eaten innocent people. hes not a savior or genuine outseeking protector of woman, he just doesn't kill them and expresses some semblance of disgust at douma targeting woman to kill specifically. he does have a weird set of morals unlike most of the demons (ex: him refusing to turn people into demons without their consent) but him having some semblance of morals that he abides by does not make him a justifiable person. HES CANONICALLY AN ASSHOLE AND A BAD PERSON. STOP BEING A COWARD AND LET HIM BE AN ASSHOLE.
#my post#akaza#kny akaza#hate the portrayal of akaza as like a very 'honor abiding' character. like the he only wants to fight an entirely fair undirty fight & gets#-pissed when other people dont abide by that#like. no. nooo.#this guy would ABSOLUTELY throw dirt in your eyes or aim for the dick if he got cornered. he is very much a feral fighter#he ENJOYS a 'fair fight' and seeks out opponents he thinks are on his level but his definition of a fair fight is NOT the no 'dirty tricks'#-kind#he likes a good fight to the death and whatever shit that entails because hes an adrenaline junkie and enjoys fighting#i can see him hating POSION and thinking its cowardly but thats because of a trauma response not any morals or specific ideals of his#anyways LET HIM BE AS HE ISSSSS. STOP TREATING HIM LIKE SOMETHING HE ISN'T.#HIM BEING A BAD PERSON IS INTERESTING. LET HIM BE INTERESTING. STOP MAKING HIM LESS INTERESTING CUZ YOU HAVE A GUILT COMPLEX ABT HAVING-#-FAVS THAT ARE BAD PEOPLE. PLEASEEEEE#ahem. anyways. apologies for the rant but i felt like complaining 2nite#demon slayer#demon slayer manga spoilers#just vague ones ig#akaza demon slayer#hakuji soyama#youd think a manga that has such interesting portrayals of morality and good and bad people and sympathy wouldnt have such a boring view of#-character morals. but alas#ALSO ALSO i will say im not against the akaza helping and protecting woman plot becuz its very potentially interesting but its not a canon-#-part of his character and acting like it just is is boring i feel#when a situation where he ended up doing that could be an extremely interesting exploration of his morals and amnesia and relationship to-#-humanity#and portraying it as an already innate part of his character is just boring
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#it's been four weeks#i knew i loved wada very much#but this continues to hit me a lot harder than i expected#never seeing him again would be one thing but#i wanted him to live so very badly. to laugh and cry and to be able to eat good food and sleep well and breathe in the fresh air#to pick up a new silly series to read to pet cuddly animals to smell the flowers and to cultivate them#to continue not knowing who he is and what he wants but still learning little by little along the way#to get help and support others‚ to create‚ to work‚ to rest‚ to win and to get better and to regress and to fail‚ to try and to keep trying#to suffer because that's what being alive and being a person entails. and also to smile‚ eventually. to continue loving and being loved.#to live his life in whatever form it takes‚ with all its disappointments hardships and little pleasures. to be tired and yet to continue on#despite everything‚ despite the heartbreak and guilt and loss and feeling he's not worth it‚ to continue on.#.....#...i will always think of you.#i see your face when each day's through / and days go past‚ oh so fast / but memories‚ they last#summer‚ winter‚ year by year / i'll hear this song inside my ear / try to restart / that'd be smart‚ but thoughts of you haunt my heart#no‚ i don't wanna be alone now / just biding my time / i need somebody dearly / and darling‚ you'd be sublime#spring and autumn‚ up and down / i keep trying to escape this town‚ and i just might / i'll take flight...#...maybe tomorrow‚ not tonight.
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i want to hear about people's cog ocs that aren't managers. who are your weird little worker guys. please tell me...
#cogblr#toonblr#toontag#mine#please...#i understand why managers are over saturating the cog tags bc they're neat#but what about the weird little bean counter#i actually made a bean counter oc as a joke. his name is grant and he has cog ocd whatever that entails#(i have numbers ocd so i thought it would be funny)
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Since Dick is someone who falls in love easily (I don’t remember the exact words you used in your post), is he going to stay in love and grow old with bwmc or are they going to breakup/ divorce at some point?
I wouldn't be writing SOTS if they weren't endgame 🥳
#they are growing old together or. whatever old entails for bwmc#bc she is not aging at the same rate everyone else is . lol#sot
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i know jean paul is like a nurse rn but he was into computer science wasn’t he? imagining him as a tech dude or doing repairs as a freelancer or whatever is hilarious. does he ever get proper sleep.
#jpv#been watching my brother deal with getting his certification for it or whatever has made me think#but unfortunately idk shite about what that or computer science entails#and i don’t wanna look like an idiot#so i will not elaborate
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i should be clear that i'm pretty sure that consuming collagen is actually identical to consuming any other protein because it would be kind of weird and shocking tbh if the process of digestion left it in long enough chains that they retained something resembling collagen function? and even if that happened i'm not sure how or why you would... target...chopped-up pieces of collagens lacking most of the tertiary or secondary structure... to Specific Tissues?
it is good to make a broth that you cook long enough that it is full of dissolved collagen and other ECM, but that's because you've now made edible/bioavailable lots of protein that was previously potentially inaccessible to you in the connective tissue, and also because it's fun and satisfying when something gels when cooled
nutritionally i am like. 90% sure it is just protein. because how could it possibly work differently. it's technically not impossible that you could have... special... partly-broken-down collagen transporters.... but what the fuck
#it's just not necessary to hypothesize.#box opener#if i'm wrong based on something in the literature that would imply some wacky stuff so please let me know immediately#i'd love to know whatever strange cell bio facts this would entail.#diet cw / not really but kind of related#mention of the concept of macromolecules in a dietary context.
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yeah, i made it up. happy non-halloween lol
Huh, wonder if this is what the rest of the site feels like when it's a major Unovan holiday.
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I’m even more convinced now that Robby and Abbott have slept together in the past.
#Nicole watches stuff#Nicole watches the Pitt#and I do believe that there are some romantic feelings towards Robby from Abbott#Robby is not in a place where he can even start to deal with that and what that might possibly entail#I’m thinking they’ve used sex as a coping mechanism#obviously not a good way to deal with your issues but you know…#and both of them did that but then Abbott started going to therapy and he found other ways to cope#but since Robby isn’t there yet they still slept together#but Abbott was then more focused on making Robby feel good#I think that works with the whole ’’please don’t try and talk about feelings’’ thing#using sex instead of words you know#no but seriously the chemistry though!#Noah PLEASE take another queer role I beg you#but a happy one this time#I realise that by me headcanoning Robby as bi I’m contradicting myself but whatever#he can be a sad bi in this and then he can take a happy queer role as well
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