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lonely--seeker · 2 years

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One Piece characters i would marry, pro and cons included because i am bored.

#1 Corazon ♡

Pros ✅

-I fucking love this man.

-He was is the love of my life.

-Dont tell me he wouldn't treat you right.

-The BEST sleep you'll ever have, not a noice to bother you, but lots of cuddling!

-Tall mf can pick me up and carry me under his arm as much as he wants, let me sit on ur lap and I'll die happily.

-Bet he would let me do his makeup, i would be terrible at it, but what a tender moment right?

Cons ❌

-He would burn the whole house down, several times if i don't baby sit him, kinda good we get to spend time together but you get the point.

-Not only he smells like nicotine, but also burnt... feathers? Does he leave ashes around??

-I am pretty sure he would always break my favourite mug, he would replace it but i ain't ready to go through the pain so many times ;; my mug ;;

-Would constantly have lipstick on my forehead or wherever he decides to kiss me. WORTH IT THO.

-I'm certain he will step on me. And honestly thank you.

#2 Bartolomeo.

Pros ✅

-Our relationship is founded on the love we both have for Luffy and the Strawhats.

-Would never shut up abt them, but he WOULD hear me out.

-He's a feral rascal and a cinnamon roll. What else can I ask.

-Together we can hoard just the double of merch.

-I actually think he is really cute when he wants to, but a badass bitch too so all in all win/win for me

Cons ❌

-We would never shut up, annoy the hell out of each other at some point, or the people around us.

-Looks kinda stinky. I’m sorry i need to know how many times you bathe in a week.

-Will never love me as much as he loves the strawhats, can't blame him tho.

#3 Buggy

Pros ✅

-You’re a dumbass, that's so hot in a man.

-He is sort of sensible tho, deserves a smooch as much as he deserves a slap.

-10/10 Would have fun chasing after treasures with him like the pirates we are.

-I get to touch his nose and do honk honk noises ?

-Who am I kidding he is just hot trash, don't look at me like that okay.

Cons ❌

-I'm jealous of his hair.

-He is not that hot after the time skip, I'm sowwy

-Clown make up would never suit me as well as him so we don't get to match.

-I wouldn't wear the clown crown on this relationship.

#4 Page One

Pros ✅

-The anime changed my opinion on him completely, Idk why he suddenly looks cute, polite and soft, his pants are funny too.

-But that's a lie!! this man is a menace!! And I love menaces sometimes!

-I don’t have much on him, literally ignored him the whole time i read the manga so i don’t know, he just gives me husband material.

-He does put up with the oddities of his sister so he would have to bare with mine

-Look at the way he is sitting, yes tiny man <3

-Idk I liked dinosaurs when i was 5

Cons ❌

-His sister is hotter. And we both know who wins if i have to pick.

-Of course his hair is purple.

-I can't take seriously his P AGE 1 Tattoo lmao, but ✨aesthetic✨ i guess.

#I am leaving Sanji and like all the other ones that are more normal aside because it wouldn't be funny that way #I'm pretty sure i'm forgetting some so part 1 probably ajdjbad #one piece #me blabbering #my hubbys

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cherryeol04 · 4 years

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Stray Kids Playing Minecraft~

A/n: I hope you all enjoy, and if you liked, please leave a like! 💖💖💖💖

Tags: @straysrachaa @lordseochangbin @channiesmixtape @starryseung @felixsanxchatbot @jisungsjheekies @mrbangchannie

Chan

- doesn't know almost anything about Minecraft the first time around but he plays with you to make you happy

- you have to baby him for a while

- BUT THEN!

- He goes and learns about the game in his free time

- and then he pleasantly surprises you now that you he doesn't suck anymore

- and most peculiar of all

- he got really interested in redstone

- boi can make some INVENTIONS

- His house is like, fully automated - farm and all

- it makes you jealous but also very proud

- a pretty big pacifist

- shears, veggies and bread is all he needs

- he still big soft baby but he smart baby now

- also, would totally run around with a pumpkin on his head if you could still wear them in the latest version

Lee Know

- would kill everything that moves

- would hoard all the meat and refuse to give you any

- deforestation at its finest

- king of surplus

- playing with him is actually playing by yourself cuz he goes off on his own

- builds himself a goddamn empire!

- and no one knows where it is

- if he catches you inside his house without permission: shoot first, ask questions never

- mobs fear him, not the other way around

- will give you items cuz you're a charity cause

- actually shares when you both go mining though

- but let's face it, he's just OP

- would try to get all the cats

- totally to chase away creepers

- not because he wants an army of them or anything

- gets annoyed that he has to constantly fish because the cats keep taking them but won't be tamed by him

- he totally did not search for mine shafts just for name tags to name his cats

- DO NOT HURT HIS CATS

- or he'd cancel you in-game and irl too

Changbin

- would be super excited to play Minecraft with his friends

- he would be the first on the server to scout out the land and get resources

- however, no one warned him about night fall

- and all the creepy, scary things that spawned

- changbin lives in the ground now

- he dug a hole at the base of the mountain to take refuge during the night and never looked back

- normal person? No way! He was a mole now!

- the best at mining and interior rock design

- he would only resurface to seek out food and animals

- it was Changbin who stole all the cows and sheep, so you couldn't find them for felix

- he would have three large pins just next to his mountain

- lots of cows, rainbow sheep and pigs with saddles

- " uh...so I found these pins of animals and like...no house?"

- "What?"

- "I think the magical Minecraft fairy spawned it into the world?"

- "It's super weird. But I'm gonna kill some cows for their leather"

- "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY COWS!"

- and to your shock, a secret door in the mountain opens and Changbin comes running out

- the door made courtesy of Chan

- "He's got a diamond sword already?!?"

- it's the last thing you scream as he kills you for being near his cows

- and after a round of feeding and breeding, he disappears back into his hole

Hyunjin

- would only be about building

- he would be the first one to have a diamond pickaxe just so he could mine cobblestone faster

- would also get efficiency V just so he could speed run through the mines

- would wander through different biomes for days to collect clay so he could make concrete

- and while you're busy actually playing the game, he would beg for you to pick flowers on your trip so he can dye the concrete different colors

- his first house would be a mansion

- but he would give up half way because he kept falling off the roof and dying

- would forget he is actually playing the game and would get scared when night falls and mobs start spawning in his unlit house

- not like you didn't tell him countless times to put down torches

- but he kept saying they ruined his aesthetic

- but now he keeps dying because mobs are literally waiting at his spawn point, killing him over and over and over again

- and he begs you to set the time to day and kill the mobs for him

- but you just laugh uncontrollably at him because karma really is a bitch

- but in the end, he ends up making an entire city, and invites the others to come and play on the server.

Jisung

- would be just like Chan

- a pure ass baby when it comes to playing minecraft, but super eager to play the game

- his first spawn would be in the middle of the night (because of server)

- and you would try to tell him to not leave the safety of spawn, but he just wouldn't listen

- "Listen, Y/n, I know what I'm doing! I'm a pro at this!"

- and he would run confidently into the night, like the actual idiot that he is

- he wouldn't get too far before he was attacked by all the mobs and got killed

- "Well that was just rude!"

- "Oh my god Jisung, I told you not to do it."

- "Well how was I supposed to know they were going to kill me?!"

- and you can only shake your head at his stupidity

- he would eventually wait until daytime, but unfortunately all of his items would be lost due to despawning

- it's not like either one of you were equipped to go and retrieve his items

- zombies sucked man! And skeletons are the worst!

- but with a new day comes a new adventure and you both head out to find a place to call home

- Jisung would run the entire way, even though he had no food to keep his hunger up

- he also wouldn't be paying attention to where he was going and would fall into a hole

- a very BIG hole

- 'J.One fell from a high place'

- "Really Jisung?"

- "I couldn't see it!"

- playing with Jisung would be a very challenging task, because he would never learn

- because by the time he had diamond armor and ready to fight the wither, he would have fallen from fifteen cliffs, twenty holes in caves and three ravines

- "Jisung if you die one more time I swear to god!"

- 'J.One fell from a high place'

- "That's it! I quit!"

Felix

- You would be so hyped to play with Felix

- You've seen him play other games, so you knew he'd be great at minecraft

- Getting the server had been his idea, the easiest way everyone could play together

- First day of spawn, Felix would already be listing off the things that you would need to accomplish

- wood, cobblestone, iron, seeds, sheep

- it was all just so overwhelming

- by the time you make your first complete set of wooden tools, felix would have iron tools already

- he'd been ten feet underground, digging for more resources while tasking you to find the animals for food, wool and feathers

- easier said then done

- and when he resurfaces and you don't have animals, he would simply sigh and go do it himself

- which would upset you because you would spend hours looking for just one god damn cow

- meanwhile, Felix would take five steps in one direction and come across hundreds of cows!!!

- WHERE DID ALL THESE COWS COME FROM?!?!?

- he'd travel the whole map just to find a jungle to get coco beans

- seriously though, how did he find the fucking jungle?

- it like doesn't exist

- except it does and Minho most likely lives there with all his cats

- Also, there's pandas!!!!!

- Felix would try and tame a panda, even though it's not possible

- When not trying to show off, Felix would be in his crappy little hut (cause hyunjin was still making the city), making cookies and cakes because why wouldn't he?

- at least he shares, unlike someone.....

- Felix would be absolutely unstoppable at the game, while you struggle to get to iron level armor (while trying to keep Jisung alive)

- Felix would have just a big ego

- it's okay though. One strike from Seungmin's sword and he'd be put back into his place

- Revenge is a dish best served Seungmin.

Seungmin

- the worst of the worst

- he would be the one to pretend to not know the game

- but really, he would be a minecraft expert

- read: troll

- every chance he would get, Seungmin would try to do something to ruin your day

- don't ever go mining with him. EVER!

- he would be the one to lead over a creeper to you in a ravine while you're trying to mine diamonds, right next to a lava pool

- the first one to explode wouldn't do any damage, thankfully

- "Don't you dare bring a creeper over here!"

- "I wouldn't."

- somehow, you wouldn't be convinced

- but you decided to trust him

- y/n clown

- you're just mining away at the diamond when a big explosion happens

- and you notice two things

- 1. the diamonds and the surrounding area were blown up

- 2. you were now in the pool of lava, dying

- meanwhile, Seungmin was running away, cackling like the evil little shit that he was

- the holy terror, that's what they would call him

- he would purposefully go out and fight creepers just to gather their gunpowder so he could make dynamite

- no one was safe from him

- except Minho

- because no one knew where he was

I.N.

- Jeongin would spend at least two days researching things for the game before actually playing

- he would want to have some knowledge before walking into hell that was the Stray Kids server

- it's okay though, because everyone loves Jeongin

- really, he wouldn't need to do a thing

- diamond armor, enchanted? check

- enchanted weapons? check

- his own cat and dog? double check

- everyone would do anything for this baby

- but Jeongin isn't one to mooch *coughJisungcough*

- even with all his presents, he would still start with the basics of punching a tree

- while others have found this skills in cooking, mining, falling into holes, redstone and building

- jeongin would be more interested in potions and enchanting

- YOU'RE A WIZARD INNIE!

- Jeongin would quickly master potion brewing

- even if it meant battling the scary blazes in the nether

- huh, so that's why Changbin was screaming so much

- he would be hired by Minho to make him potions of breathing so he could go claim an ocean monument

- Jeongin would only do it if he could help

- surprisingly Minho agrees and for the first time in 84 years, everyone gets to see Minho's character

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fanders-fic-awards · 6 years

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Creative Disfunction (SFC Submission)

Summary: Human/School AU. Roman laments over his inability to start anything. Or finish anything. Or really do anything at all.

Warnings: Self deprecation

WC: 1742

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Roman tilted his phone, trying to get the best angle for a selfie. He knew it was late, and no one would probably even see it until much later, but right now he really needed some good old-fashioned peer validation. He sat back down, scrolling through the camera roll, deleting all of the nasty ones.

There were only three left by the end of it.

He bit his lip, flipping between the three until ultimately choosing the second. He posted it with a cute caption, then turned his phone off with a sigh, putting it back on the ground next to him.

Even with all the handsome selfies in the world, Roman hated himself.

Well, he supposed that wasn't entirely accurate. He thought he looked good on some occasions, was fairly confident in his acting abilities, and knew he had a propensity for matching colors, which he liked.

But right then, sitting on his bedroom floor at 12:00 am with two tests and a dance call the next day and absolutely nothing done about any of them, he really did hate himself, or at least his stupid brain.

Why couldn't he ever do things? Even things we wanted to do, like make aesthetics for his friends, or watch a new tv show? He felt… Trapped, stuck in this loop of unproductiveness, even though he figured it was his fault.

He should have just done something, but he didn't.

He could be so much farther, so much better off if he could just force himself to buckle down.

“You've got so much potential!” His parents would say. “You can do so much, Roman. Don’t let that go to waste.”

And he didn't want to, he wanted to do well!

Didn't he?

Working hard was the only way to achieve the dreams he was so desperate to reach.

So why didn't he?

Roman felt tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, whether from frustration or dispair or exhaustion, he didn't know.

He wasn't going to cry.

“It's so easy,” he whispered aloud to himself.

He was not going to cry.

“You could be doing this so easily, and what are you doing? Lamenting over it like some bratty baby! This is all your fault you know!” He cried, his volume raising. He pointed his finger at his own chest.

“This is all your fault because you're a spoiled child who doesn't face consequences for his actions and only ever creates his own problems!”

He wasn't going to cry.

He leaned back.

He was not going to cry.

“If you really cared, you would do something.” He muttered through gritted teeth.

“If I really cared, I would do something but I… I don't.”

He sighed, thinking of how disappointed Logan was going to be with him when Roman told him tomorrow morning that he hadn't done anything.

Even worse, he'd just roll his eyes.

Logan would be disappointed, yes, but he'd come to accept it.

He wasn't going to tell Patton.

He'd spent most of the day talking to him after all, the two of them texting back and forth, and the last thing Roman wanted was Patton thinking this was his fault.

And Virgil…

Well, Virgil had enough going on in his life. It wouldn't be fair to make him sit through one of Roman’s little bitch fits when he was going through so much worse.

He wasn't going to cry.

He sat back up.

He was not going to cry.

This pity party was really starting to get pathetic…

Oh, why did he always wait until the last minute! It was like he wanted to make things the most difficult they could be! What sort of sadistic lifestyle was this, and where would it lead him?

Certainly not to Broadway.

Nor to becoming an award-winning author.

What kind of knight gave up when the going got tough? What kind of Prince shirked his duties?

A cowardly one.

He certainly didn't want to be cowardly, but whenever a task was laid out in front of him, he couldn’t help but imagining the perfect version of what it could be, lurking in the shadows before he hid it away in the depths of his folder. He could never live up to that… He always felt like he was setting himself up for failure right out of the gate.

Or worse, when he finally started to get the hang of something, he'd dismiss it as “easy” and get completely and totally off track, underestimating the time and effort it would take to complete. And it really did not take much to get him off track. He’d once whiled away at least five minutes of precious time on a social studies final simply staring into space and attempting to decide which fruit flavored candies actually tasted like the fruit they were based on.

And what did not having enough time do? It killed him, because he refused to turn in anything half-assed, even when it would benefit him to do so.

If he couldn't be the best, he could at least be the best he could be. That was a healthy outlook, right?

Now all he had to do was make himself believe it.

“I'm… trying.”

He attempted to reassure himself.

“I'm trying all the time, but it's just too hard…”

But of course, he was the one making it hard on himself. He was the one imposing these challenges by not pacing himself, which was stupid!

Some part of his brain did have the courtesy of acknowledging that he wasn't really stupid, he just made stupid decisions sometimes. While he appreciated this, he had to wonder how many stupid decisions it took to call it a stupid habit, because he was pretty sure he'd reached that point. And from there, how many stupid habits did it take to actually make a bonafide stupid person?

Roman looked down at the math homework in front of him. The test was tomorrow, and next to none of it was done. He didn't understand.

He wasn't going to cry.

Of course he didn't understand if he didn't do the work, how was he supposed to learn? Idiot.

He was not going to cry.

He thought he would be able to just pick it all up in class, like he’d done for years. He’d always had a great memory after all, and an eye for detail, which worked wonders for him in the theatre world. He had always been what some people had called “naturally talented.” Of course he'd later learn that this didn't really mean anything, but it sure did give him one hell of a complex. So now, whenever he had to actually work at something… enter the mental block.

But guess what? He asked himself. That's not going to cut it anymore.

He was doing the same thing in science, a class he'd never done horribly in before, not even last semester.

And you know why? It's because he wasn't doing his damn work, that's why.

Which lead him back to his self pitying, woe-is-me plight of “why can't I just do my work?!??!”

“Grow up.” He snapped aloud to himself.

If he was going to act like this about school, how was he ever going to do things in the real, adult world?

Life wasn't a magical fantasy where everything worked itself out, and wishing for a miracle wasn't going to help him solve a trigonometric function.

...Though to be fair, when was he ever going to use trig in the real world anyways? Never, because when he had a real job-

A real job…

A real job like what? he asked himself.

Logan knew what he was doing with his life. He was going to be an astrophysicist and rake in the big bucks with that sharp brain of his. Or he could start a business, he'd always been the best in econ and stats, or whatever math you do in business, Roman couldn't remember if that was stats or not at the moment. He’d end up creating a huge enterprise and leave Roman in the dust.

Patton was going into education with a culinary minor, he was going to be a FACS teacher. Family and consumer science. Home ec? That class. He loved kids, he loved teaching people how to cook and sew and live a healthy life, the job was a perfect fit for him, and he was going to be happy.

In a twisted kind of way, it made Roman a little bit relieved to know that Virgil was also undecided as to which field he would be going into. But despite what Señor Sunshine liked to claim, he was a hard worker when it came to academics, even if it was just “anxious drive,” as he called it. He was going to do great things, even if he didn't know that yet.

But Roman…

What could Roman do?

All his skills came from his creativity. He made things, art pieces, performances, poetry. It's what gave him his drive, his passion.

But that didn’t translate very well to the real world. He wasn't that naïve, he knew that getting work as an actor was difficult and that life would be constantly unstable. He knew getting things published was a nightmare and most likely wouldn't earn him living wages.

All he could do was create.

And he knew the world didn’t need him, not when there were so many other much more talented people willing to work so much harder for their passions.

Roman glanced at the clock. It was getting late.

He sighed, closing his math folder.

Whatever.

He had to be up at 5:00 am, and he knew that no matter how much he hated himself now, he was going to hate himself even more when that alarm rang.

So he stood up, knees aching from being bent for so long while he sat. He turned out the lights, then practically threw himself into his bed, curling the blankets tight around him.

I’m not going to cry, he thought to himself as he lay in the quiet, still darkness.

That would be entirely pathetic and undeserved.

He closed his eyes, wiping something wet from his cheek.

“You know what? I don't even care,” he whispered to himself, caring deeply.

I am not going to cry.

Maybe not that night.

But he sure was going to have to some time.

by @5-crofters-jams

#fandersficawards #springcomp #ent

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