#yes this is about the poster. YES THIS IS ABOUT THE PO-

[kittylordinfinity]

Theyre putting chemicals in the water that turn the fucking animatronics gay

[luxcuriousao3]

Not-So-Creepy Landlord König

Word Count: 1484 Warnings: none Notes: He's just really, really awkward, okay? Go easy on him.

You were convinced your landlord was going to murder you.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was the most massive man you’d ever seen—nearly seven feet tall and with shoulders that spanned the breadth of a fridge—nor was it the fact that his face was heavily scarred. It wasn’t even his awkward attempts at conversation.

No, it was the highly suspicious circumstances in which you were renting your apartment that had you so convinced your grisly death was lurking on the horizon.

You’d found the place on Craigslist—yeah, the red flags were abundant from the beginning, but desperation had you grimacing while strolling right past them—and it had seemed like an answer to your prayers. Two bedroom apartment, small but not cramped, fully furnished, in a nice, safe neighborhood, and best of all, significantly below budget. You weren't even too put off by the listing stating that it was for women only, soothed by the fact that one of the rooms was already being rented by a girl, and she was only comfortable with female roommates. The little profile picture was of a girl, too, and any lingering doubts disappeared. Clearly, she was just looking for someone to split rent with—maybe even desperate herself, considering that she had to be fronting more than half of it. You sent a message and arranged a meeting with her, sure that all was right in the world.

All was not right in the world.

Turned out, the poster wasn't your roommate—instead it was the renter of the room you'd be taking over. The phone number she’d listed in the post belonged to the landlord, and he hadn’t seen fit to warn you that you were talking to a giant of a man and not the petite blonde in the profile picture.

You should’ve turned around and ran right then. But the allure of an in-unit washer and dryer was too strong. It was the promise that all utilities—including electricity—were included in the already dirt cheap rent that sealed the deal, though. Even learning that your landlord—König, he told you to call him in a voice that was surprisingly high pitched for such a big guy—kept some of his personal items stored in your apartment, and would occasionally just pop in to grab them, didn't stop you from making a terrible decision.

(“That’s weird, right?” You asked your best friend, who was staring at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, that's weird! And you signed a lease with him?”

“About that… technically, there’s no lease…”)

And yeah, it was fishy as hell that he didn't have you sign a lease. But the view! It was so distracting, such thoughts just slipped right out of your mind.

Unfortunately, the view wasn't going to save you from ending up on the six o'clock news.

(“So,” you began once the tour of the apartment had ended, craning your neck to look into the eyes of your potential new landlord. Or you would have, if he didn't stare pointedly at a spot just over your shoulder. You chose to ignore that. “I have to ask. Why is the rent so low? Any ghosts I should know about?”

Your landlord—König, you reminded yourself—didn’t so much as smile, and you tried not to wince at your joke falling flat.

“Helping vulnerable, young girls is important to me,” he said, and you gave a full body shudder. “It is my atonement.”

“Besides,” he continued while you mentally mapped the quickest route back to the nearest exit. “I grew up in that flat. I do not wish to see it destroyed by some careless dumkopf with a hammer and too much grey paint.”)

In the end, you’d forked over the euros, and less than a week later, you were fully moved into your new apartment. You locked your bedroom door every night, just in case. You never ate any unsealed foods. You counted your bras and panties every day, and when you noticed your pretty, silk pair was missing, you called off work and started packing then and there.

When you found them in the dryer that night, you realized that you might have, possibly, maybe overreacted.

König hadn’t actually done anything worthy of suspicion. It was just the circumstances and his general vibe that had you on edge. Which wasn’t really fair to him, you knew, and even kind of mean. But you couldn’t help it. Better safe than sorry, and all that.

Because God, but he was just so weird.

Every time you saw each other—which was often, considering that he lived in the apartment above you—he stopped in his tracks, hunched his shoulders, and asked how you liked the apartment, all while refusing to look at you. And every time, you told him it was great, silently counting the seconds until you could get away. He would respond with a random memory about his childhood—”My Oma once started a fire in the kitchen, that is why the curtains are so short. I had to cut off the burnt edges.”—and then leave before you could react to it. It was so baffling it almost pissed you off.

Then he started memorizing your schedule.

Well, you couldn’t say for sure that that was the case, but it certainly seemed like it. Every Monday morning before work, you would go grocery shopping, and when you got home, König was conveniently sweeping the lobby. As always, he stopped what he was doing, asked after the apartment, and dropped another tidbit of landlord lore—but this time, he didn’t immediately run away after. Instead, he plucked the grocery bags from your aching fingers—yeah, you definitely needed to invest in one of those folding cart thingies—and walked up the stairs, ridiculously long legs taking them two at a time. You blinked, confused by what just happened, and then scurried after him. But by the time you got to your door, he was gone, and your groceries were sitting innocently in front of it.

It became a routine. One you didn’t know how to stop. You weren’t even sure you wanted it to stop—it was ultimately harmless, after all, and really quite helpful. But you were still wary of him, and you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea about your intentions. The last thing you needed was your landlord kicking you out (or killing you) because he thought you were stringing him along.

But as the weeks passed by and the dreaded date offer-slash-murder never came, you slowly began to relax. You stopped locking your door at night and counting your sets of underwear. You started eating from containers of food that had already been opened. And tonight, you even brought a guy home for the first time since moving in.

Before he could so much as get his cock out, though, there was a loud, insistent knocking at your door. You ignored it, and told your date to as well.

Fatal mistake.

The door opened, and in walked König. You shrieked, hands flying up to cover your bare chest—which was where his wide, guileless gaze had landed. Figures, the first time he properly looked at you was to stare at your tits—and your date stood up in front of you protectively… only to throw his hands up in a non threatening gesture and start blubbering apologies the second he saw König.

“Oh fuck, man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, oh fuck, please don’t kill me, I swear I didn’t know—”

König didn’t answer, having torn his gaze away from your hastily covered breasts to stare resolutely at the wall, his pale, scarred face now a bright red. Your date looked about ready to leap from the second story window rather than try to get around the mammoth of a man standing in your doorway, and you grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back down onto the couch.

“Get out!” You shouted at your landlord—and yeah, you could worry about whether that was going to get you evicted later—and König jolted before doing exactly that, the door closing behind him with a slam.

Nothing you said could convince your date to stay. He fled your apartment like he had a warrant out for his arrest, and you were once again left in the lurch. One angry wank later, and you went to bed, miserable and furious.

You woke up the next morning to an envelope slipped under your door. Inside was a note and several one hundred euro bills.

Fraulein, I am very sorry for last night. I called to tell you I was coming to get some of my things, but when you did not answer, I thought you were not home. I have returned half your rent from last month. Please forgive me. König

For a red flag, the cash in your hand looked very, very green.

[iandarling]

Gallavich honeymoon + Liam

They’re finally off parole.

Two years of checking in with their PO’s, piss tests, early morning inspections, and overall irritation is finally over.

They’re free!

And they’ve got money. Their business is doing good, very good. They’ve got regular clients and grow houses they work with. They’ve ditched the stolen ambulance (much to Ian’s dismay) and bought a sturdy old black van that Debbie and Mickey pimped up.

Bulletproof glass and proper installation of safety gear and cameras. They even got it written off their taxes, whatever that means. Lip fixed it for them.

It’s springtime when Ian comes up with the idea. A proper honeymoon, they deserve it after all. Not just one night in a shady motel, but an actual, proper vacation.

Mickey is of course down, and takes a look at their numbers. They’re doing good, but they will want to safe up more for their travel. That’s when Ian remembers Fiona and Liam.

Fiona, who lives in Florida. Florida is hot, there’s beaches, bars, restaurants. Fiona who is the event coordinator at a hotel in Florida, Fiona who has her own apartment there.

“Hey, how about we bring Liam?” He asks, and Mickey looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “Fucking what?”

“Not for us, silly. For Fiona. We could go to Florida! I bet she could get us a good deal on a room, and we could bring Liam so he can stay with her. She’s got a car and stuff, so she can pick us up at the airport.”

It’s a good plan.

They facetime Fi that night and she’s ecstatic. She will of course get them the best suite she can with a heavy discount, room service included, and pick them up at the airport.

Liam will stay with her, and she’s already ordering new bedsheets and posters to decorate her (very small) guest room.

After looking at their numbers, and organising with Sandy and Lip to cover for them, Mickey and Ian decide they can take two weeks off.

Two whole weeks. Two whole weeks with sunshine, sandy beaches, drinks and bars, and of course a whole lotta sex.

They decide to leave the first day of summer. They will pick Liam up after school and head straight to the airport. He has no idea what’s about to happen until they get to O’Hare airport. That’s when his eyes light up.

“Fiona?” He asked with tears in his eyes.

“Yes, Buddy. We’re gonna visit Fiona.” Ian smiles and kisses his head. Normally, Liam would be embarrassed by such a display, he’s 15 after all, but now he just smiles even wider.

“Two weeks buddy. We’re going on our honeymoon and you’re staying with her.” Tami had helped Ian pack his bags in secret, so they had already got all of his stuff in the car. Mickey had handled all their packing.

“Let’s go!”

[loolilyumm]

WAITER! Can I please order a plate of Margot lore? /pos

YES OF COURSE, COMING RIGHT UP!!

INTRODUCING…MARGOT! She is a sleepy girl. She’s worked too many salmon run shifts. She mains the tri-stringer!

She’s quiet and introverted and doesn’t really care what others think of her. She also never had a lot of friends. This leads to her being a little blunt and off putting….but she’s working on it!!!

She started working salmon run shifts around splatoon 2 when she was only 14 years old. She lied about her age and Grizz didn’t really care. She started working at Grizzco for 2 reasons:

1: she wanted to make some money for herself. She lived in foster care / jumped around foster homes and orphanages most of her life and wanted to save up enough money so she could buy her own apartment and live by herself.

2: She is absolutely FASCINATED by salmonids. She can’t get enough of learning about them. And fighting them. It’s a chaotic fascination.

She does so much salmon run and doesn’t sleep enough or take very good care of herself. But she’s making good money and improving her skills and learning a lot about salmonids. She even found a little buddy that seems to really like her! She named him Socks.

She also made a friend named Millie who works salmon run shifts with her! (She’s the inkling pictured with Margot in the first image!) She’s a little clingy and weird, but..Margot likes her. She’d never admit it! (Millie belongs to the amazing @paninipanem)

She turned 17 during splatoon 3, and got recruited by Cuttlefish while walking home after a Grizzco shift. She thought he was kind of weird but went along with whatever he wanted. She may not care what others think, but she does have morals.

And then they FREAKING FELL DOWN A HOLE INTO ALTERNA AND WENT MISSING FOR MONTHS. Oops. Thanks cuttlefish.

Alterna was really confusing and…exciting for Margot. She didn’t want to show it, but she was super happy to form such deep relationships with Callie, Marie, and Reese (Captain 3.) Although the four of them were hopelessly lost in a scary place, they made it really fun.

She began to come out of her shell and feel comfortable around them. When she was in the foster care system, she never stayed with any families for very long, so she never opened up to anyone or made any friends. She didn’t even have bullies because they didn’t know she existed. She was invisible her whole life.

The NSS made her feel seen. She became emotionally attached to them. She’d never admit it, but she totally did! They treated her like a little sister.

But all things considered…Alterna was pretty terrifying. She had some close calls with the fuzzy ink. And when the final boss fight happened and she got LAUNCHED INTO SPACE? WTTFF????

The fact that MR. GRIZZ - HER BOSS. ENDED UP BEING THE VILLAIN. Her whole world got turned upside down.

She managed to beat him with the help of the NSS and even Octavio. She was injured on both her legs where fuzzy ink had struck her on the spaceship. When they returned to the surface, she wasn’t sure what to do. She was injured, she wasn’t ready to go back to grizzco, and her Foster family seemed to have forgotten about her.

Callie and Marie seemed to realize this and took her in. YAY!

Fast forward a few months…everyone is recovered and happy and the NSS is currently working to rescue octolings and keep salmonids from coming too close to Inkopolis!

And two of the old agents came back after being MIA for months. They were in the weird hell dimension. Whatever that’s about. (Side order)

Margot is back at Grizzco. She couldn’t leave her friend Millie hanging! (Millie was so worried those months that Margot was in Alterna. She stuck missing posters all around the place and could barely complete a single Grizzco shift without her amazing partner!)

But yeah! That’s the basic gist of it. I feel like Margot has a lot more I could say about her (lore and personality wise) but I’ll save that for another time!

Thank you SUPER MUCH for reading! I love my little guys and I hope you do too :D

[echointhewaves]

The Chaotic Marriage of Hera and Zeus

Ah, Hera and Zeus—the ultimate power couple of Mount Olympus, but not exactly the picture of wedded bliss. Their relationship is the stuff of legends, both literally and figuratively, and it’s a perfect lens through which to explore the messy, dramatic, and oh-so-human aspects of Greek mythology. But let’s start at the beginning: how did they meet, and how in the name of Olympus did Hera agree to marry Zeus in the first place?

How It All Began: The Courtship of Hera and Zeus

Before Hera became Zeus’s wife, she was his sister (Greek mythology, folks, where family reunions are… complicated). As two of the six children of Cronus and Rhea, Hera and Zeus were part of the first generation of Olympian gods. But their relationship wasn’t exactly love at first sight—at least not for Hera. Zeus, ever the charmer, was smitten with Hera’s beauty and dignity. Hera, however, wasn’t interested in becoming just another conquest. Zeus had to work hard to win her over—or, depending on the version of the myth, manipulate the situation entirely.

In one of the more famous stories, Zeus transformed himself into a shivering, helpless cuckoo bird to gain her sympathy. Hera, moved by pity, cradled the bird to warm it. That’s when Zeus revealed his true form and declared his love for her. Flustered and tricked, Hera reluctantly agreed to marry him. Some versions even suggest that Zeus pressured Hera into marriage by threatening her honor, a dark twist that adds another layer to their complicated dynamic.

A Dysfunctional Love Story

Despite the less-than-ideal courtship, their wedding was a grand affair, befitting the king and queen of the gods. It was said to have been held at the Garden of the Hesperides, with all the gods and goddesses in attendance. Gaia, the primordial Earth goddess, gifted them a tree of golden apples, which would later feature prominently in the myth of the Golden Apple of Discord (because nothing in mythology can ever stay simple). For a brief moment, it seemed like Hera and Zeus were destined for happiness. The power of their union symbolized the stability of the cosmos, with Zeus ruling the sky and Hera presiding over marriage and family. But as we know, the honeymoon didn’t last. (Well just 300 years.. but who’s counting)

Zeus, ruler of Olympus and wielder of lightning, wasn’t exactly the poster child for fidelity. His charisma was matched only by his inability to stay faithful. Whether disguised as a swan, a bull, or even a golden shower (yes, that happened—poor Danaë), Zeus’s romantic pursuits caused cosmic-level chaos. His infidelities weren’t just personal scandals—they rewrote mythology itself. Heroes (like Hercules), monsters (like the Minotaur), and countless demigods owe their existence to Zeus’s escapades. But this behavior wasn’t just a betrayal of Hera; it was a direct challenge to her domain as the goddess of marriage, making their union as turbulent as a lightning storm.

Hera’s reputation often gets reduced to “jealous wife,” but that’s an oversimplification. As the goddess of marriage, she bore the impossible burden of maintaining order in her own deeply flawed relationship. She couldn’t confront Zeus directly without destabilizing Olympus, so her wrath often fell on his lovers and illegitimate children. Her fury was less about personal insecurity as she knew her power and more about protecting the sanctity of marriage, even if the battle was ultimately unwinnable.

What Can We Learn From Hera and Zeus?

What makes Hera and Zeus fascinating is how real their relationship feels, despite the divine stakes. They’re a power couple bound together by duty, love, and a shared desire to maintain their status, but their marriage is deeply flawed. Zeus’s arrogance and Hera’s fury reflect the messiness of human relationships, magnified to mythic proportions. And yet, they stay together. Why? Because their union isn’t just personal—it’s political. Together, they represent the balance of power in the cosmos. Hera is the check on Zeus’s excesses, and Zeus is the force that keeps Hera’s wrath from consuming everything. It’s chaotic, it’s unhealthy, and it’s compelling in a way that only Greek mythology can be.

Ultimately, Hera and Zeus remind us that power and love are often intertwined in complicated, messy ways. Their story isn’t a guide to a healthy relationship, but it is a mirror held up to the human condition. They show us how ambition, betrayal, loyalty, and love can coexist in the same space, even at the highest levels of existence. So next time you’re reading about Zeus turning into an animal (again) or Hera wreaking vengeance on another mortal, remember: this is more than myth. It’s a reflection of the eternal struggle between chaos and order, love and betrayal, and power and vulnerability.

What do you think? Are Hera and Zeus the ultimate toxic couple, or is there something deeper at play here? Let me know in the notes!

[layla4567]

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN Pt3

Mihawk x Thief!Fem!reader

Pt2

Summary: The third time is the charm they say. It's time to end this once and for all. Mihawk will find you again and this time it will be forever, will he let you go or will he keep you just for himself?

Warnings: teasing, kissing, kidnapping, shanks apricion, worries, canon divergence, y/n use, swearing/bad words, injuries, beta read, ooc maybe(?, mention of sword fights, mention of blood, lil make out

Wc: 6,524 (phew)

A/N: I listened to a lot of Rosalia songs before writing this, I have no idea why lmao

gif divider: @k1ssyoursister

A good day of profits, yes indeed. Your life continued as always, the small changes made before (thanks to the inspiration and advice of a warlord) have improved your existence. You had gained more muscle mass and resistance, now people called you "The light of the east blue" and not "The shadow" and that fascinated you. You never thought that so much satisfaction would come from helping the poor survive (and making the government angry, of course)

It was so fun to see the humiliated faces of the men who chased you after being defeated by a woman. Your wanted posters were still scattered all over the island, the reward on your head was very large but you didn't give it any importance, they would never catch you alive, you had learned a lot and evolved. Besides, it was flattering to see your face everywhere, they had even brought out the good side of your face.

You walked happily around the island strutting and swinging your hips like a cat. You already expected all eyes on you and you appreciated the audience. The people around you looked at you satisfied, happy, proud. You were his salvation. You stopped in front of a rewards sign. Your face was shown in all its glory, you put your hands on your hips and smiled widely.

"Even my nose is correct"

You walked safely home, waving your hair while you felt all the eyes behind your back. When you entered your humble abode, you took off your heavy sword and took off your hat. As you hung it on the coat rack, you quietly resisted when you saw Mihawk's wide-brimmed hat. You still hadn't returned it to him. You were planning to keep it for a while longer, so he would have to. look for you instead of you looking for him. The game of cat and mouse was fun for you and you had taken a liking to it.

You sighed tiredly and were about to lie down comfortably on the couch when a knock came on your door. Grumbling you jumped up and went to open the door. Oh surprise! Some uniformed men with unfriendly faces had stopped in front of the entrance. They were taller than you and looked angry. Those of the government.

"Excuse me miss, are you y/n y/l?"-One of them cleared his throat

You tried to hide your surprise by crossing one leg in front of the other and resting one arm on the door frame, how quickly they had discovered your name. Of course you didn't tell them the truth.

"Sorry, I don't know who you're talking about, you must have the wrong person"

You were about to close the door when one of them stopped it by placing his palm on the wood.

"I don't think so. Maybe we should try one more time, shall we? Are you the one they call The Light of East Blue formerly nicknamed The Shadow?"

Shit. They knew, they weren't genuinely asking, they had found you, they knew exactly who you were and they just wanted you to confirm it. You could see a flash of evil amusement pass through their eyes and it infuriated you, they were treating you like a poor devil. But you weren't stupid

"Gentlemen, with all due respect, I think it's not the right time to chat now, why don't you come later?"

Again you made an attempt to close the door but they kicked it with so much force that you almost lost your balance and fell. Staggering, you backed away in a state of alert. Now were they coming to break into your own house? That never. The two men approached slowly with sickly smiles, believing themselves to be the hunters and you the prey, poor idiots, they must have understood for a long time that it was the other way around. Your eyes scanned your entire room and when they found your sword you looked back at them and cautiously approached your weapon. With a quick and accurate movement you grabbed your trusty sword and threatened them, brandishing it in front of them, you moved your sword from side to side to make them move away. They angrily retreated and you took the opportunity to push them and run between the two of them.

You ran at full speed trying to lose sight of them. At a safe distance you turned your head and saw that other men had joined the chase. The people around were booing the government and cheering you. This undoubtedly gave you the strength to continue running to the beach. Your feet flew in the sand although the men behind you still did not give up. Suddenly you saw something from afar that made your blood run cold, or rather someone's. The famous warlord stood with his Yoru sword, appearing to be talking to someone through an intercom in his ear. With satisfaction you noticed that his dark, slightly curly hair was waving in the wind, you celebrated that the hat you stole from him was the only one he had because his new appearance didn't look bad on him at all.

Dracule had turned as cannons continued to fire and sent the sand flying behind him. As he did so, he saw you running and raised an eyebrow curiously when he noticed that some men were chasing you.

"Well, well. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"-he thought quietly

Mihawk tightened his grip on his sword and raised it to his shoulder. You hadn't stopped running but you were getting closer to him. The closer you got, the stronger the explosions became and you had to crouch down slightly, covering your head so they wouldn't shoot you. You arrived agitatedly next to him and looked at him from below, when he had his hat on you were intimidated by looking at him that way since it made him look taller than he is, but now you simply licked your lower lip and gave him a mocking, shit-eating smile. He stooped slightly to see you better and tilted his head.

"What happened now?"-he said tired

You feigned innocence "What? I was just in my abode calmly resting when these ruffians appeared in front of my entrance"-You pointed with a pout at the men who were approaching.

The warlord looked up at them and growled softly

"I see… good luck with that"

He turned to leave with more important matters to do when you, offended and indignant, grabbed his arm and roughly forced him to look at you again. You were no longer afraid of him getting angry, you knew that physical contact was not his thing. Dracule focused his gaze on you again and his eyes twinkled at you. You didn't remove your hand from his arm yet. It had been a long time since your last meeting, you still remember the tickle of his jaw against your skin, his whispering voice in your ear. For weeks you tried to suppress that annoying tickling that appeared in your belly when you thought about him, at that moment or when you saw him.

"You're not going anywhere, Warlord, or have you already forgotten that you rebelled against them too? I don't think they'll be very happy to let you go"

Mihawk growled lowly, looking at the government men and then looking at you. You were right. They would never leave him alone again, and all to help you. But could he complain? No, deep down Dracule was entertained, finally something that took him out of his boring life.

"Fine, I'll help you one more time, little bird. But you owe me one" -he said, getting into an attack position by your side

You smiled satisfied, having gotten what you wanted, you always have. Now the men were getting closer and closer and when he was only two meters away from you, you and Dracule grabbed your weapons tightly and began to fight. You had to admit that Mihawk was an excellent swordsman and he didn't wear the name warlord in vain. Back to back he quickly finished off the men who were coming at him, his height protected you and he made sure that no one touched you, despite knowing how to defend yourself alone. When one of them came dangerously close to you, Mihawk with a wide movement of his arm passed his great sword over you while you crouched down. Yoru's blade sliced ​​through the man's torso. Exhausted they looked around, the panorama was devastating. Fallen bodies everywhere, it seemed like the end of an arduous civil war.

You put your hands on your hips and closed your eyes, smiling contentedly. Dracule watched you carefully, memorizing your features as if he wanted to remember them later. It's been a long time since he saw you. Suddenly his deep voice broke the silence.

"I noticed you haven't brought my hat. Do you plan on keeping it longer?"-he said sarcastically

You looked at him mockingly. "Maybe, is there a problem with that? So I can continue admiring your beautiful curls in the wind"-you said with a shrug

You started to walk away from the beach towards the grass and Dracule rolled his eyes. Following you closely as if it were your shadow. He wasn't going to leave you so quickly now that he found you again.

"Are you some kind of vulture or why are you following me so closely?"

When you passed by a palm tree Mihawk took a step forward and stood next to you, unsheathing his sword and placing it in front of you with his arm extended to the right, stopping you. You looked at him irritated.

"I really would like my hat back, my dear"

"I'm sorry, that's not going to be possible, I realized that I like the perfume it has" - you said, smiling mischievously, Mihawk's smell was like that of grapes with a mixture of sandalwood.

You turned in front of the palm tree to go in the opposite direction when Mihawk crashed his yoru again against the trunk, preventing you from passing. You slammed the heel of your boot on the ground in anger and drew your sword.

"Alright if you want it that way"

Dracule, unlike you, seemed entertained by this new game, he realized that provoking you in that way had something…delicious. Now you two were facing each other with the palm tree in between the two of you. You raised your sword trying to cut him in the face when he was faster and gave you a light spank with the non-sharp part of his sword. The surprise was more than the pain and you opened your mouth and eyes as wide as you could while you brought your hands to your sore butt. You almost noticed Dracule's facial muscles trembling slightly trying to suppress a smile perhaps. Outraged, you ran towards another palm tree but the warlord did the same thing again, only this time the blow was a little stronger. You squealed, closing your eyes as you caressed your buttocks, surely now you would have a nice red mark.

"You are a rude pervert!"

"And you are stubborn"-he said calmly

You lunged at him and finally your sword collided with his. You fought with all your fury and great efforts while he simply moved his wrist and dodged the edge of your sword, it was like child's play for him. His arrogant attitude made your blood boil even more. At one point you brought your wrist forward and he grabbed it, put his head under it and spun you around until you crashed into his chest. You tried to get away but the arm Mihawk was holding you was against your back, only your other free hand was left which was now resting on Dracule's naked torso. He was breathing noisily through his nose from the effort. Your gaze lingered on his pecs for a second, trying to process what was happening. Again those annoying tickles like fluttering butterflies appeared in your belly. You looked up and noticed that Mihawk was looking at you. In fact, he hadn't stopped looking at you, so he also noticed how you were looking at his bare chest.

"You've come this far darling, now I'll ask you one more time. Give me the hat back now, please"

His deep voice resonated in his ribcage, it was funny how despite him now being under control his manners were not demanding and he asked for things please like a gentleman. His honey eyes piercing yours, his deep and manly voice, his soft and elegant gestures, his way of asking for things being calm and not rude. Damn. You could have melted right there if it weren't for him holding you tightly against his warm skin. You hated him and that stupid feeling that you tried to ignore but now you knew it was love. You tried to maintain your composure

"Fine was just playing, you bitter old man"

He loosened his grip and you finally separated from him like a hot breaststroke. You headed towards your house with him behind you. The entire way you avoided eye contact. When you arrived he stood at the entrance watching everything, afraid to interrupt your home. To tell the truth, its dark appearance made a strange contrast to your house with light walls and a warm appearance. You grabbed his hat from the rack and walked towards him. You caressed the fabric and the feather lovingly one last time and handed it to him. Dracule placed it on his head solemnly, stroking the wide black brim. When he looked up his eyes this time saw you softer.

"Anyone would think you fell in love with my hat"-he said raising an eyebrow

and not only with the hat

You rolled your eyes, smiling in amusement, and gently pushed him away.

"Ok you have what you wanted now go away and don't bother"

Dracule turned to leave and as he did so his black cape fluttered like a flag in the wind, so elegant. You slammed the door and sighing, you slid your back along the wood until you fell into a sitting position. What had all that been about? Did he realize the dangerous game he was playing? You put your hands to your hair, combing it back and trying to process what you experienced a few seconds ago. You shook your head, trying in vain to suppress all those feelings you had for the god of war that were increasing more and more like a giant snowflake rolling downhill, an avalanche of emotions and thoughts that you couldn't control. His naked torso was still stuck in your eyes as if you were seeing it right now. What would the rest of his body look like without clothes?

"Ok enough, I better visit my mother to distract myself"

You stood up and went to your room to get a large backpack where you would put everything you needed. Since you had become a thief and stole for the poor, your mother now lived much better. Many would say that it is selfish because you are helping someone in your family and not a stranger, but only God knows the bad times that both of them went through years ago. Although now she could buy her own things, you always brought her something as a gift, whether it was food or something else. You decided to wrap a couple of cookies and put them in your backpack. You started walking towards his house, people as you passed greeted you as if you were a rock star, you simply smiled and nodded back at them. Your mother's house was quite far away but you were used to walking so much so when you arrived you began to contemplate its facade. Painted white with two stories, the house was definitely beautiful. Your mother had been in charge of planting many flowers to give color.

"Mom! I'm here!!"-You screamed putting your hands around your mouth.

Your mother opened the door and ran towards you to hug you. The two merged into a warm embrace as if they were one.

"Honey, it's good to see you! I was missing your visits."-she said with a slight loving reproach.

"I know, I know. But my job is not easy…"

"Don't worry, come in and let's talk better inside"

Inside the big house was filled with plants too, hanging pots, tiny cacti, pothos and ferns, etc. And you loved it like that, it gave more life and purity to the home. You both sat on a soft sofa, you handed her the cookies and she thanked you tenderly. They spent the hours chatting like the old days when the two of you were alone at home and she taught you how to cook, knit, or paint. It's like all these years had never passed, everything was better with her and she made you feel safe and happy.

You looked at the wall clock "Oh, I'm sorry but I have to go now."

Your mother tilted her head a little sadly but then she got up and grabbing you by the cheeks gave you a loud kiss on the head.

"It's a shame sweetheart but I understand. Just come visit me more often when you can, okay? Don't forget it"

You nodded vigorously and she walked you out. Before you left she grabbed your wrist and held you for a moment longer.

"Please honey, take good care of yourself and don't put yourself in unnecessary danger, I want you to be safe. And remember that no matter what you do, I love you and I'm proud of you."

You felt your eyes begin to water, everything you did was for your mother and for her to tell you that was the best gift of life. You hated that they saw you cry so you looked away and wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

"Thanks mom, I love you too"

You walked away from the house and walking at a brisk pace you went to your house. When you arrived you felt fuller and happier, your mother always had that effect on you. You took off your boots and changed your clothes into something more comfortable. You chose a wide beige shirt and short brown pants. You realized that you were a little tired so you stretched like a cat and let yourself fall exhausted into the big chair to take a nap. And without realizing it you dreamed of Mihawk

Two hours later you woke up suddenly and you didn't know why. As in your dreams, you heard some dull, muffled and distant knocks. The knocks were insistent and were starting to tire you out, someone was knocking on the door. Annoyed because someone interrupted your nap, you got up and opened the door abruptly.

"WHAT?!"

A smiling face with brown eyes appeared before you, with fiery red locks falling on his forehead. He was wearing a navy blue shirt and you noticed that he was missing an arm. He had a slight smell of alcohol and his gaze ran over you from top to bottom until he stopped for a few seconds on your shirt that had opened and revealed your bra a little. You rolled your eyes and snorted which caught his attention and he quickly looked back into your eyes.

"You have 6 seconds to tell me who you are and what you are doing in my house"-you said bluntly

He cleared his throat "Hello doll, sorry for bothering you, my name is Shanks." He bowed slightly, winking.

Brilliant. another sycophant, you thought.

"I came to ask you something… Are you the new Robin Hood walking around these parts?"

You laughed sarcastically, Robin Hood… yeah, sure.

"I don't know what they told you or how you found me, but just so you know, they call me "The Light of East Blue," not Robin Hood"

"Sure babe, whatever you say"

Shanks knew very well how he had found you, to tell the truth it was not difficult to keep track of you. You were strutting around like a peacock. Also, by chance he had seen you talking to Mihawk near your house once and he was very curious about you, especially to know what your relationship with Dracule is. Your patience was running out and you started drumming your fingers on the door frame.

"Ok, ok I'll be brief. I like your style, I think you do noble deeds and you could be a great collaboration for my crew."

Shanks had to be joking. You worked alone and there was no chance you would join his crew or any other. Besides, you had the feeling that he hadn't come just for that reason, because of the way he smiled at you and how he seemed to eat you with his eyes. No, you were definitely better off alone.

"Ha! Shanks, right? Look, I work alone, okay? I don't need a crew or a pirate ship." You slowly got closer to him to intimidate him. "And believe me, I already know how men get in the presence of a girl and I don't need of that daily dose of idiocy in my life"

Your face was now closer to his. Shanks, far from being offended or angry, widened his smile, looking at you playfully.

"More girls should have your courage and toughness, I like it. Are you sure you don't want to come with us? We wouldn't need more feminine intuition."

You sighed rolling your eyes “NO!”

You walked into your house and slammed the door in his face. The redhead stood there for a few more seconds and then started laughing fun, turning around.

"We'll see each other again, then. I'm sure," he said quietly.

DAYS AFTER

You were walking calmly on the island, cooling off with the fresh breeze and smiling enthusiastically as usual. You walked through the stores looking at the clothes and jewelry in the windows, rubies, emeralds, silks and linen. You were about to enter a store when a thin girl with purple hair and a backpack stopped you a little abruptly. You turned around startled and frowning. The girl looked at you and seemed worried.

"Sorry to interrupt you but you're Y/N right?"

You looked at her somewhat surprised, almost no one knew your real name. You nodded confused.

The girl let out a sigh of relief "Oh thank God I found you, your mother asked me to call you urgently"

Your intrigue grew even more, how was it possible that she knew your mother? And what had happened to her? The girl noticed your confusion and hurried to say

"I'm Suni, her maid, she hired me a month ago. But now she's seriously ill and I don't know what she has, you have to help her soon!"

A whirlwind of emotions crossed your entire being and confusion gave way to panic. How had your mother gotten sick if a few days ago she was fine when you went to visit her? Why did he never mention Suni, had he forgotten? You couldn't waste time with questions so you ran with her to your mom's house. Your heart was beating fast and you feared the worst. When they both arrived you saw the house a few meters away and felt a little relief. When suddenly a headache invaded you and your vision blurred until it became black and you fell flat to the ground. Suni had hit you from behind with a bottle that he had taken out of his backpack. He smiled satisfied as he looked at you unconscious on the floor.

"You already have her?"-a voice behind her asked

A member of the government approached at a sure and fast pace, anxious.

"Yes, it was easier than it seems. It turns out that our little thief has a sensitive heart. Now pay me what you owe me"

The man paid without even looking at her, he only had eyes for you. They had finally caught you and they wouldn't let you escape. The man called his comrades and between six men they lifted you into the air and put you on a boat without being seen. Luckily, almost no one lived in that part of the island.

...

You woke up on a cold, wet floor and with a severe headache that almost made you nauseous. You slowly opened your eyes and had to get used to the darkness, you weren't sure where you were or what had happened to you, you only remembered being about to enter your mother's house and then that unbearable pain that left you faint. Suni… sure, Suni. That bitch set you up, but why?

Very slowly you sat up and realized that your hands were tied tightly with a rope, luckily they had not gagged you but you assumed it was because you were in a place where no one could hear you. Suddenly you heard sounds of splashing water and turned your head to see. In a round window you could see the sea, you were on a damn boat

You sat up with difficulty to see outside. The salty breeze hit you squarely and gave you the strength to wake up and get into action. You were about to come up with a plan when you heard footsteps approaching. A governor approached your cage and placed a hand on the bars to open the cell. You froze in place waiting for the moment to attack.

When the man entered you approached quickly but he stopped you by taking a gun out of his pocket.

"Don't even try, dear" He said while pointing at you

You stepped back in resignation as he smirked. You hated it

"Why the fuck did you lock me in here?"-you spat out the words like they were poison

"Simple, you were causing us a lot of problems especially when you started allying with Mihawk. But that's over"-he said playing with the gun

You approached again with a bitter smile. "You think you're very virile, don't you? Locking up a woman, believing that this way you'll gain more power, what did they offer you in exchange for my head? Money, a higher position? They wouldn't give you that even if I You're just another pawn in this chain, an idiot who delights in the inferiority of others, I feel sorry for you. You're just a miserable son of a-!"

A loud crack was heard throughout the cell and reverberated. The son of a bitch had slapped you. You fell to the ground with a pitiful moan, feeling like your lip had been split. You licked it and felt that iron taste.

"I'm not the one who's tied up, do yourself a favor and shut your fucking mouth."

The man spit on the ground and left to lock you up again. You felt alone and tears fell towards your cheeks without being able to stop them. You thought about many things but above all about Mihawk, you wanted him to come rescue you. You no longer cared about all those stupid feelings you had for him, because they weren't stupid. They made you feel good, loved and safe. You promised yourself that if you came out of this alive you would confess your love to him.

...

Dracule had gone out as always to do his job, kill. But he thought he felt a little lonely and realized it was because you weren't there. He would never admit it but his games and teasing towards you had a deeper meaning than just making you angry. He was amused when you challenged him but over time he realized that he had also fallen in love. Love…was it possible to feel that? Was it possible for someone like him to love? With you everything was possible.

With his Yoru on his waist he walked the beach looking for you, it was strange that you weren't turning around or running away from someone. Suddenly he saw someone but unfortunately it was not who he wanted to see. Shanks came running agitated and disheveled towards his friend.

"What do you want now Shanks? I'm not going to drink with you this time."

"It's Y/N! She's in danger, I saw how the government took her away!"-he said breathlessly

So the pirate hurriedly explained how he had seen Y/N and a girl in the market. He followed them and saw when they beat her and took her away. Dracule's eyes seemed to flash and turn yellower as his hand tightened on the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white. He turned around and with long steps walked away from there.

"Wait! Where are you going?"-Shanks shouted.

Mihawk without turning, said "I'm going to save her"

...

You were still in your cage racking your brain thinking about an idea to escape from there, you couldn't take it anymore. From time to time some men would approach your cell to whistle at you or laugh in your face. Suddenly you saw a loose screw in a wall and started rubbing the ropes to untie the ropes. It took you several tries but you got it. Just in time when a uniformed member of that ship came to bring you food. You pretended to still be tied and approached, hunched over a little. When he opened the cell you got up and kicked him to run away.

You felt him shouting orders to catch you but you didn't hear him, you just ran towards the deck, eager to get out of there. When you came out you saw a large number of men surrounding you, some holding guns, you decided to take the risk and fight with all your strength.

There were too many of them but you managed not to get hit. What you didn't take into account was that you felt the fatigue of being locked up and your strength was leaving you. Suddenly while you were fighting with an admiral you felt a gunshot and a burning sensation in your arm. With a grimace of pain you first looked at your bleeding arm, the bullet had grazed you but still cut you, and then you looked back. The man who had locked you up was holding the gun towards you.

"She's mine"

They fought, although it didn't last long. He was stronger and soon with a blow to your jaw and belly he left you lying on the ground. You felt your body burn and you held back the tears of pain that wanted to appear in your eyes. You crawled as best you could on the ground to get away from him.

"That's it, crawl like the bitch you are. You know, you were right, I love feeling superior to the weakest"-He laughed as he kicked your legs, making you scream in pain.

"Don't worry, I'll spare you the pain, it'll just be a quick death" He said sarcastically as he prepared to shoot.

You closed your eyes in fear and your body tense as you waited for the shot. but that never came, instead a strong shake made the ship shake, someone was firing cannons. With great effort you propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Mihawk's ship in the distance. You sobbed in relief.

The ship got closer and closer until it soon collided with the other and Dracule jumped towards where you were. You were feeling very sore so you could only pick up a few things, like how Mihawk seemed angrier than usual as he moved frantically and killed the men mercilessly. When he had finished he approached you with a genuinely concerned face, you've never seen him like this.

"M-mihawk...?"-you said almost without strength

He crouched down to your height. "Shh, don't say anything. Let's get out of here."

He picked you up from the ground and you complained about the pain, he tried to be as delicate as possible and taking you to the wedding reception he walked away from there so he could leave you in his castle. Your vision became blurry again and you became unconscious.

...

When you woke up you noticed a soft, pleasant warmth. You opened your eyes and noticed that you were in Mihawk's castle and that heat was from the fireplace. Dracule was sitting right in front of you, you smiled shyly and wanted to sit up but a sharp pain in your abdomen made the air escape from your lungs and you fell back into the chair. He approached, afraid that you had hurt yourself, and put his hand under your neck.

"Don't move, you still need to rest."

You looked down at your body and noticed that your shirt was gone and a large band on your abdomen was pressing against your skin. On your arm there was also a tight white band to stop the blood. You instinctively touched your lip and noticed that it was no longer bleeding.

"I called a doctor myself to treat you, he said that your injuries are not that serious and you will be fine."

You looked at him and suddenly remembered everything you had been through. All the accumulated nerves and tension were triggered and came out in the form of crying. Without realizing it you began to sob bitterly. Mihawk was worried and wiped away your tears, holding your cheek with his hand.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

You cried harder as you held on to his hand. How would you tell him that you loved him in a state like that? When you realized that you were about to die, you thought about him, how much you loved him and how much you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. And now he had been so nice to you, as if he were someone else. You really felt that he cared about you and also felt love.

"Mihawk, I… I don't know where to start. Something like this had never happened to me, I- I felt afraid, very afraid. I thought I was going to die and the only thing I thought about was you" you felt your voice break "Thinking about you gave me hope, you were my anchor so I wouldn't give up and I realized… that I don't want to live without you, I love you."

Since you couldn't stop sobbing, Dracule approached you and kissed you on the lips. At first it was a sweet and tender kiss but soon you two realized that it was not enough, it was not enough to show all the love and desire that you had been suppressing so he placed a hand behind your neck and deepened the kiss. . You gasped in surprise when you felt his tongue run through your mouth but you gladly let him do it. Mihawk rested his knees on the cushions of the chair, cornering you while he raised your thighs and you surrounded his waist with your legs. Your hands surrounded his neck and he began to kiss your jaw and run his lips and his facial hair along your neck, tickling you.

"I didn't realize how much I loved you either until I saw you lying there, helpless" He whispered against your skin "All these games were starting to take their toll on me, you've cast a spell on me angel"

His words and his whispered voice were beginning to cause that tickling in your tummy that you already knew with the addition of a throbbing in your groin.

"Mihawk I-"

His mouth was now kissing your collarbones near your chest and making you sigh, you wanted more. You cautiously raised your hips until you bumped against his pelvis, wanting some friction as your hands were now in his hair. Mihawk kissed you again, sucking and biting your lower lip. Suddenly he got too close to your wounded belly and made you moan in pain. Startled slightly, he moved away from you a little, looking at you.

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault, I'm fine."-You comforted him by stroking his jaw when you saw him so worried.

He nodded in relief and grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles.

"Rest now my love, there will be time to enjoy the two of us"

You smiled a little blushing and he left you alone to recover. You never thought something like this could happen to you, or to him. Love love love. YES, that was it and you liked it that way. I resisted you thinking that at first they couldn't stand each other, and now… well only time will tell, but you were sure that this was the beginning of something beautiful.

...

That afternoon you went to visit your mother as you usually did. Now you were chatting with her in the same chair as always.

"Oh honey, the letters you sent me are very nice but you finally appear here!"-she laughed

Yes, it had been weeks since Mihawk let you stay in his castle, since you couldn't go out anywhere he suggested you write letters to your mother and he would send them himself. That's how you started telling your mother about your experience in the big castle, your relationship with Mihawk and what had happened to you. Until you recovered and were able to visit her like now.

"Well… what did you think? Did you read them all?"

"Of course yes! I admit that I was very scared when I read about the kidnapping, but it was lovely to know that they rescued you and left you in a castle!" She lowered her voice and looked at you knowingly. "Above all, I found the letters where you named Mihawk very interesting."

"Mom!"

You looked away blushing and embarrassed. In your letters you had told him what Dracule was like, but not what others could know about him but something deeper, what he was like inside. Your relationship with him had blossomed, you could say that you were already a formal couple. And your mother seemed happy about it. Of course you never clarified your intimate encounters with him, the way he touched you and made you sigh with pleasure.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to the castle, he's waiting for me for lunch."

"I understand love, I won't keep you anymore"

After a hug you said goodbye to her and ran towards the castle. Now you lived with him. You decided that after everything you went through you couldn't be away from him for a minute, ever again. You continued doing your job and his, sometimes separately or fighting together, that had not changed. When you arrived he greeted you with a small smile and a passionate kiss.

"Just in time, my angel"

"Always"

They both entered the castle holding hands, happy. As they say, the sun always comes out after the storm, right?

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Odd fact:

Growing up in the 2000s, we were all swept by the Bionicle heatwave. But being foreigners, we had limited access to the development of the story in time, usually getting everything about half a year later. Additionally to that, we never cared about the real life stuff going around.

That led us stranded with the OG story of Mata Nui, speaking of heroic Toa (Mata), noble Turaga, beastly Rahi, and mysterious Tohunga, mentioned in the promo materials but barely addressed and never named.

Then, these appeared. The poster was only available to us as a miniature in promo materials, effectivelly showing us the Tohunga, led by Onepu.

And so we, being the creative kids, developed our own interpretation of the mismatch. While Matoran were the common villagers and Turaga were their elders, the Tohunga to us became a kind of priests or noble shamans (really more in the Ancient Egypt sense than anything tribalistic). Back in the day, going to school meant playing with the Bionicle during the recess and exchange our heard-on-the-grapevine theories as legit canon. And so to us, the Matoran were ordinary villagers while the Tohunga became somewhat priests or shamans to them. Hierarchically beneath the Turaga whom we deemed the high priests, but also kinda set aside from the linear hierarchy.

And then, McDonald's came.

And it fit.

So now, we had the names for the Tohunga.

Onepu, the obvious leader since he was set in the front position in the same fashion as Tahu and Vakama on the game promo - again, that was the main and only source on Tohunga we had.

Jala, the Tohunga of fire (not to be confused with the Matoran Jallar; for us, those were two separate beings).

Kongu, the Le- Tohunga. A priest of air.

Huki, a Po- Tohunga, a priest of stone and desert. (Not to be confused with Hewkii, whom we again deemed a different character).

Maku, a Ga-Tohunga.

And Matoro, a priest of the Ko-Matoran.

Of course, this is basically a realm of fan fiction. And yes, the Ignika/Mahri storyline basically destroyed this (though it only did so to Onepu and Maku. And why is Nuparu there with them? It's not like he ever got involved with them in any way apart from building the Boxor.). But to me, the Tohunga will always be different from the Matoran.

[provinzpoet]

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Guess who I am

Here are the sentences

I have interests that I enjoy very much (idk what to say so I’ll ramble about something and hope you don’t go “___ absolutely loves that thing that insane lunatic look at em go :D /pos”)

I really like when characters are like shapey and you can color the shape and then draw the lineart afterwards to put the details and stuff I love doing that

Like in that one episode of spongebob with the hall monitor and there’s the wanted maniac poster and spongebobs like a yellow square with limbs and a face drawn on I love it so much

I love yellow characters so much idk what it is but when a character is yellow I just go like OOOOOOOO and I love them so much

I’ve been wanting to make a robot oc lately idk what started it but I need to now I just need a little robot guy to be friends with my other guys

I love when I’m hyperfixated on one of my ocs it’s so nice I love it so much especially when it lasts for several years it’s SO GOOD I LOVE IT

I think I have written enough now maybe and also I can’t think of any more so ye :D

BENJI?

[e-adlirez]

So the GS movie right

Hello fandom newbies, yes there's a GS film that was announced in 2023

Just thinking about it again because uh, we got ding dang nothing about it besides the teaser poster that was put up when the news came out in the middle of April 2023. No release year, no cast, not even a screenwriter-- we just know from this article on Atlantyca's official website and this English article that Radar references on their website that it's gonna be made by Radar Pictures (the company behind the Jumanji movies), David Soren (the man behind the Captain Underpants movie) is gonna be directing, and we have producers Anthony Tringali, Michael Napoliello and Maria Frisk from Radar. (If ImdB is not screwing with me rn, then I guess they're also working on the Bendy and the Ink Machine film, but take that with a massive grain of salt.)

We don't even know about what artstyle the film is gonna be in :D all we got is this, and while it is very nice and cute, I am lowkey terrified for what G's gonna look like for realsies beneath that extremely conveniently positioned camera :D lord forbid another Sonic trailer situation winds up happening here :D

Atlantyca (GS's copyright holder) is apparently gonna be working with Radar to make this movie happen, so uh no Percy Jackson situation is gonna be happening (thank god), and uh that's it :D

We're gonna have to hold on a little longer, Stilton fandom, but we will be fed 😔✊

Soren is the director so the bar's already pretty high considering the Captain Underpants movie and its success, so I wager that we will be fed well

I just hope the film doesn't come out super-early like, 2025 or something. What is this, Disney and Marvel churning out movies with only two years of development? No thank you to that, please, Wish was disappointing and I don't want lackluster mainstream food that tastes on par with Wish. We have standards, people even though we've barely been fed in the English side of the fandom besides the GS graphic novels with the cute lil' rat man artstyle IT'S GOOD YOU GUYS TRU--

Anyway uh, GS ramble over, time for me to hunker down and wait at least until 2029 or something for the film /pos

(and write SPN)

[stygianheart]

Usually I don't send these but asks are better than messaging for me..

BUT HELLO??? This chapter was AWESOME!!

From tears to my own rage to fucking joy, it was so good!! Koby and Luffy finally getting a real lovely moment

And the end of the chapter?? Hello??

I'm so scared for Ryan, you're gonna make me curl into a ball and sob/pos

And fuck Luffy, how you described the scene is so awesome and sad?? I could FEEL his emotions, just like always through your writing, but this was just pure art!? I'm so excited, because I'm hoping I get more Joyboy action, along with everyone else completely ruin this shit show, especially now that Ryans dead/dying

And fuuuuck the idea alone paints a image in my head that if I had the confidence I'd do it right, I'd draw it out?? Because it has me in a grip

And Koby oh Koby, love to have his pov of things, this chapter was just chefs kiss

You did really good, I'm so excited for the last three chapters!! You write long ones, so I really don't know what to expect, but it's gonna be great!! You did just. God..I'm gonna be on this for awhile I mean just it's. It's so amazing..I don't even know how to describe it, I hardly got all my thoughts and emotions out

Just, good job!! Great work and you have my heart on a platter I'm so invested in Ryan and the rest of this story, came here for Kobylu, currently crying in a sea of tears and joy for this lovely and heartbreakingly, funny story <33 Please know I haven't been this infested in a story in ages, I think of fanfics I've read a lot but this one definitely has me in such an iron grip I can't not think about it

- Mr.Fabulous

Luffy and Koby finally getting their alone time was the thing pushing me through this depressing chapter. That and the funny “which way is left? That way? Okay! *bolts in the other direction*” as well as the “gotta love iron” scene.

The ending is my favorite part! A perfect climb to the climax, which will drag on for another two chapters before the resolution of chapter 14.

AND YES MORE JOYBOY!!! I love Joy Boy a normal amount, I totally don’t have a giant poster of him in my room, no sir I do not. But how could I not add as much Joy Boy scenes as humanly possible??? It’s so fun to write.

(Also don’t be afraid about not doing it right, just draw it, I bet it would be a 10000/10 drawing anyway—)

And we gotta love Koby the Poet with his Muse Luffy. That boy is down so bad and he finally had the nerve to say it. Like sheesh. Took you long enough. One of my favorite details in the whole story is how Koby is constantly thinking “why me?” and “do I deserve this?” but in that one moment with Luffy, Koby doesn’t care about the why or if he deserves it. He just takes it with open arms and loves it.

I’m so happy you like TSaTS so much! I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite child out of my fics, but…well I do certainly love it a whole lot, and I’m gonna be sad when it comes to a close near Christmas/New Years. But in the mean time, I’M HAPPY YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

[zukkaoru]

was a bit surprising to see you posting alnst bc you're The bsd poster. to me. /lh /affec BUT WELCOME TO, AS KEY PUT IT, DOOMED RELATIONSHIP LAND. soooo glad you got the point about luka (ur first post abt alnst a few days ago) bc same. SAME. isn't it funny how mischaracterization and a lack of media literacy follows us everywhere <33 AGAIN. WELCOME. HYULUKA ENJOYER TOO I SEE...I think(?)

yesss ive jumped on the alnst train and i'm having. a time for sure (/pos) sfdgfhgk

but yeah. wow. luka..... like i get why people dislike him but he's soooo interesting to me!! i need to pick him apart and study his brain. he's just playing the part he has to in order to win. he's taking the freedom he has while on stage performing as far as he can, because he has no other option and no other escape. he's cruel and that's the Point!! but. sigh. the mischaracterization and lack of media literacy..... it really just is everywhere i fear 😞

hyaluka also!! yes i do enjoy their dynamic it is very interesting to me and i love love love hyuna as well!! i enjoy m.izisua and iv.tl as well but perhaps iv.tl least for completely petty reasons (hyperfocus on them in the fandom bc it's a mlm ship,,) (it's a shame too bc their dynamic and the characters are both vv interesting and ivan seems like a character who is right up my alley lol. alas. my distaste towards fandoms centering everything around one mlm ship when there are other great characters and relationships is preventing me from fully appreciating it)

[astro-b-o-y-d]

er not too used to sending asks, buttt yes. Yes. I would like to see the Pre-Chapter art :3 Also! Really excited about the new chapter, I've started reading your fic for a month or two(?) ago and the way you write is Phenomenal. I can hear them talk in my head whenever there's dialogue, and the added art in the fic just- wjjsbdjakka /pos :D It also makes me giddy n excited every time I see you talk about the fic in my for you page here.

Anyways, Really excited for the fic! And thank you so much for writing this hand-crafted masterpiece. Really sorry for the rambling here, just got really excited when I saw you post the Chapter art lol

Anon, you NEVER have to apologize for being excited in my inbox about my fic 🧡🧡🧡 I appreciate any and all kind words about it and thank you SO much for yours!

As for the pre-chapter art, I've still gotta actually draw it out. But the poster is up and available on my blog now, and the art itself shouldn't take too long! I'll be getting started on it after work today!

[canonisdead]

Tinky Winky with his electric spear: I know you killed my friend with a rock Guardian.

Guardian, thinking: *play dumb*

Guardian: Who’s Guardian? 

Guardian, thinking: *Not that dumb!*

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Tinky Winky: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Guardian: Bees?

Tinky Winky: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES!

Guardian: Wait-

*Po approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

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Laa-Laa: My therapist started crying mid-session.

Dipsy: I think that means you win!

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Laa-Laa: *gasps horrified and rips her wanted poster off a wall* Oh no….nononono, this is bad. This is very very bad. This is REALLY bad!

Laa-Laa: They just can’t get my antenna right! 

Tinky Winky: Does that really matter? 

Laa-Laa: Well that’s easy for you to say! *gestures to Tinky Winky’s wanted poster* You look amazing!

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Finn: sapnu puaS.

Miles: What??

Richard: What language is that.

Finn: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Finn was removed from the groupchat*

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Blinky: Do you know that we are made out of atoms? And atoms never touch each other. So in my defense, Papa. I did not punch Gary.

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Guardian: Wait, you're gonna lie to people?

Lenny, mostly joking: It's not lying when you're in charge, Snowball. It's politics.

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Blinky: I’m going out

Gary: Okay, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Blinky: Like what, get a boyfriend?

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Miles: I’m telling you, if you want boys to respect you, you have to show them that you’re serious. Blow something up. Shoot someone. Nothing gets a guy’s attention like violence.

Laa-Laa:

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Anne: Hey, do you know the password to Dutch’s computer?

Finn: Fuck you, Anne.

Anne: Hey!!

Finn: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouAnne".

Anne: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Dutch: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Finn: Stepping on a fox’s tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

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Dipsy: Yesterday, I overheard Baa saying "Are you sure this is a good idea?" and Duggle Dee replying "Trust me." I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my entire life.

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Lenny: *master chef* 

Cave: *knows a few recipes* 

Blinky: *can follow instructions on a box* 

Yeti: *made toast once* 

Arrow: *banned from the kitchen*

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Lenny, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Finn: Gray?

Dutch: Gray.

Lenny, turning to Richard: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Richard: Dark white.

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Miles: Why is Richie making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Lenny!

Lenny, currently has a broken arm: It’s because I’m Richard’s favorite.

Miles: I hate you.

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Ping: My mom died when I was little so whenever someone jokes about fucking my dad I’ll pretend to be really sincere and say some shit like “Glad to see he’s moving on, my mom’s death hit him pretty hard.” Then watch them absolutely fumble trying to figure out a response to that statement.

Ping: Update, he got a new partner I can no longer make the joke.

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Umby Pumby: Whoops

Mi-Mi: Whoops? Whoops? This is not a “whoops” situation. We are far past whoops. “Whoops” is a distant speck in the rear view mirror. We are solidly in “oh fuck” territory, and I expect you to act like it.

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Daa-Daa: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?

Ru-Ru: Excuse me Sir. Would you give me the honors of indulging in sexual activities with you?

Baa: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Nin: Shh, here comes Po! 

Duggle Dee: Quick, Baa, start talking about boring nerd stuff! 

Baa: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. 

Duggle Dee: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

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Baa: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. 

Mi-Mi, struggling to not laugh: 

Baa: Vroom vroom, come out already.

[rutadales]

I normally don't give Actually Opinions on drama, but seeing as some of these conversations are delving into the American politics side of things I wanted to give my two cents. to be incredibly clear I am in no way calling anyone a bad person, but im seeing what is, in my opinion, some misinterpretations of why Kick, and streamers joining the platform is a bad thing.

First things first I want to dismantle the idea that Twitch and Kick are equivalent to each other. They aren't. If Twitch goes down tomorrow, Amazon still is going to exist. If Kick goes down, then the crypto gambling website the streaming service exists to promote will have a lot less traffic.

Here's an excerpt talking about Stake.com playing a role in Kick.

and here's Stake promoting crypto.

Kick literally exists to promote crypto gambling. (If you don't know why crypto is bad watch Dan Olsen's video "The Line Goes Up" or if you don't have time to watch a 2 hour long video tldr crypto is horrible for the environment, is a more or less a scam, and functions to make the rich richer. the video explains it better and has sources I just don't have time to write a crypto manifesto here okay)

Not to mention Kick's poster boy is a transphobic pos who showed porn to his child audience.

Yes, Kick recognizes this is bad for PR but Adin is still on that platform and still making them money. By giving legitimacy to that platform we are putting more eyes on that kind of rhetoric.

I am not saying that every streamer on that platform is bad, or that Sapnap is bad and going to streamer hell or whatever. I am saying Kick, and Stake, is an unethical website. Yes, so is Twitch, and Amazon! But Twitch and Amazon are already legitimate websites with strong influence in the industry. Kick isn't, at least not nearly on the same scale, and what they're trying to do by adding content creators like Sapnap is add legitimacy to their, again, crypto gambling website. This is a bad thing.

And I think it is flat out wrong to compare the two websites. Just because one bad thing exists doesn't mean we try to make an even worse bad thing just because. Yes, there is no ethical consumption under capitalism. This doesn't mean it's time to start buying oil drums and throw them into the Pacific, ya feel me?

[ramblingoak]

Hello Oak!!

I’m writing to you because like many others I absolutely DEVOURED the existing parts of The Cardinal’s Bride last night. I loved it so so much and I’m very excited to read The Morningstar as well. Your construction of the Wild West world, diff. dynamics between Ghouls, the buildup for the reader and The Cardinal - ETHEL AND HAROLD??? Etc spark so much imagination and joy.

I wanted to really show my appreciation in some way, bc I have craved good escapism and this really helped me out amid weird moods and stuff irl… so these are my fav line(s)/moment(s) from every Chapter (spoilers) w/ my silly lil reactions …..

-// < 33 @copium-copia

Chapter One: Heading West

“You snuck a peak back at the two women and glanced briefly out to the street before pulling the poster off the window. It seemed such a silly thing to do, but you figured if you were being forced to marry a boring bank owner like Mr. Saltarian you should allow yourself a small thrill. Something to look at when lying alone in the dark in your new home.”

Omg omg omg yess I’m keeping the poster !! this surely won’t lead to consequences : )))

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Chapter Two: La Principessa

“She should be scared, she’s marrying fucking Saltarian.” Ooo storm’s brewing !!! Anyone else get a lil hot under the collar at Cardi Copia’s mere mention of Saltarian this way ??

Satan’s Dick !

Hehehe Ciaooo Cardinal🥰….. “Mi scusi Principessa, are you looking to collect the bounty?”

YES READER GET HIS ASS/NOSE

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Chapter Three: Promises “But…you have been whispering for me at night” ummmmmmm - /pos

“She’s not fucking riding with you Swiss.” ummmmmmmmm !!!! no I’m not hehe you’re so right, Cardinal

SUNSHINE MOMENT + Sunshine’s perspective on CHOICE YES PLEASE

“Clearly it meant a lot to you, so I wanted to replace it.” my face 🤭!

Okie dokie!!!

Brizio my beloved

“Faster, eh? Good idea, Principessa!” - what if I swoon -

His hands agh his hands, p leas ,e ________

Chapter Four: There’s Something about Mary

YESSSS I love to justify my hatred and apathy for Saltarian yess

“There are plenty of pretty girls in the world, Mr. Goore, I don’t plan on wasting my time mourning this one.” cold as fuck ??? /pos

“You pregnant, Sweet Cheeks?” // “Excuse me?” Your indignant question was nearly drowned out by The Cardinal’s sudden laughter. You shoved your elbow back into his gut and he groaned before muttering ‘sorry’ into your ear. hehehe

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Chapter Five: Copia

Aether & Sunshine bickering hehe

“Sunshine, stop giving her knives!” 😂

GET THEIR ASS READERRRRRR

Copia/Reader Reunion 🥲

“We’ll have to find some time for that, eh?” gahhhh

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Chapter Six: The Newlywed Game

“Si, si fine. You’re very dangerous. Now pay attention.” 😊

“I’m helping love blossom here, Mountain. Take some notes.” SUNSHINE I LOVE YOU

“Cowboys were strange.” :))

“Oh you are trouble, Mr. Emeritus.” !!!!

He was blushing. YESSS BOYYYY

“Maybe you start dreaming about me, eh? Maybe your hands start wandering…” shhhhhhh

“Copia had snuck up right behind you so when you turned around you nearly smacked into his chest.” Ooooooooooooooooooo

Copia didn’t say a word, he just moved his hands to your waist and then lifted you onto the dresser. STAYFUCKINGCALM.jpg

“I have a reputation to uphold Principessa.” ✨

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Chapter Seven: The Ministry

tumblr user @ramblingoak you are simply too damn CLEVER

I just. This is… my favorite chapter? They’re all my favorite chapter. But the whole concept is so cohesive and the characterization is so specific and I can see the scenes in my mind??

“I do and if you could bring yourself to give a shit about anything but getting your dick wet you should too.” it’s funny, it’s in-character, it crystallizes this relationship, I’m ??

Copia kissed with his whole body. Ehehehe…

“Copia! These are clean sheets keep him away.” / “Ai, Brizio is clean.” Cope is not here for the #BrizioDisrespect

More hair was hanging down and you couldn't help but hesitantly reach out to brush it back just like he did to your own hair. / “Go to sleep, Principessa.” / You jumped at the sound of his voice, jerking your arm back and shoving it under the covers.

Before he could answer the door to his office burst open, Mist quickly striding in. The look on her face was one Secondo hadn’t seen for nearly 10 years. OH SHIT OH FUCK

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Chapter Eight: Playing House

Th.e.. The whole chapter. .

Dewdrop flinched when Ethel pushed the end of the barrel closer to him./ “Nothing! Unholy shit, your barn is fine!” / hehehe

The ROSARY WHAT IF I SOB

“Do you remember this morning, Principessa? When you said I could touch you?”

“I’ve been thinking about touching you here all day.” OAAAAAKK

“Because it’s getting harder for me to stop.” BOY

“Did you rub your clit like this? Is this what you like?” gaaaaaaaaaa

Every time you tried to reach for him he’d gently press you back down into the bed. “Soon, Principessa. Soon, I promise you.”

“So this is what you do when I leave, eh?” oop. Maybe .😳

“Ciao, Principessa.” Copia turned towards you and gave you a lazy grin. “Cat got your tongue?” king shit

“Mr. Emeritus put a shirt on!” HEHE

The doggy hair shake so cute I SWOON

“Tsk, so many buttons. I’m not sure I like this skirt.”

“What can I…Copia what should I do?” / “Just touch me, it won’t take much.” GAH

Copia twitched and hissed when you lightly nipped the skin under his jaw. “Ok, ok fine. You’re developing some bad habits, Principessa.” PLEASE why isn’t he REAL

You squealed and kissed Copia on the cheek, blushing a bit when you realized you’d done that in front of the others. Ehehehe yayyy

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I really hope this is amusing for you rather than annoying ---- thanku so much for putting so much time and effort into this fic. It's been not-so-easy being human lately, and you made my night much brighter !!

um again I'm @copium-copia if you wanna be ghesties or anything

It's not annoying at all!! Oh my gosh, you are so sweet 😭

I appreciate you taking the time to find your favorite parts. I appreciate you taking the time to READ my story to begin with. I'm so glad you are enjoying it and I hope you continue to do so! You're the best, thank you sooooo much 💙