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moonlitlex · 6 months

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deleting my long post to rephrase it to this: some of yalls reactions to the club thing is immediately shut down something you've never experienced and have a lot of misconceptions about (like i've seen multiple people say they've never been to the club because they don't do fun things like have themes). and i think. you should be more open to new experiences. you don't have to like the club or even really go to the club but shutting down the idea of doing a whole category of activity without ever trying it is just going to shut you off from experiencing new and potentially enjoyable things.

and this also happens like. pretty much every time a "you should do this thing that i think is fun" post starts making the rounds it becomes about how it's soooooo unreasonable to expect the mostly adult userbase of this website to try new things and be open to new experiences just because people on here have social anxiety or sensory issues or xyz other thing that makes it harder to do some things.

but they also have this extremely strong aversion to experiencing anything unpleasant at all. like i've seen people on that post talk about how they can't watch tv where characters die because it's upsetting. but the thing is if you never experience things that are unpleasant you are going to be that same person forever.

like it fucking sucks to hear for me to this day but the only way you can get over your social anxiety is by doing things that cause that anxiety. and you should never be forced to do them. you should choose to. but you have to do them or the anxiety will literally just get worse forever. do it scared. do it alone. do it while crying, even. but do it. i used to burst into tears at the idea of going up to a cashier to pay for my stuff. and i don't anymore because i did it scared and alone and while feeling like i was going to pass out.

this isn't really about the club. it's about the way people on here react to literally any post that says something along the lines of "you should do stuff"

#alexis.exe #like yeah you have xyz issue #sick list of symptoms now try humanizing your behaviour dot post etc #also genuinely think a lot of people on here were not socialized properly #and thats not your fault but it is unfortunately your responsibility #like yeah tumblr is the weird outcast loner website but like #you cant go through your entire life like this bestie you have to do the thing that sucks and reap the rewards of like.#experiencing new things #and growing as a person #even just sensory stuff like i used to throw up every time i ate a banana but then i started eating them bc of convenience #and now i dont #still not the most pleasant texture #but like genuinely. the texture is not going to kill you #not telling you to force yourself to experience textures you can't stand #i am saying however that sometimes the bad thing is actually not that bad #hell sometimes i've tried a foot with a detestable texture years later and found that it's literally fine and i had no issue with it #sometimes i try things i hated after years and it turns out i actually like them #i periodically try foods i cant stomach again just in case i've changed my mind #literally just please be open to new experiences at least #you dont have to re try things you hated but at least try things you haven't tried #it will improve your life. it's good for your brain. you need enrichment

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tildexart · 4 months

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The Magnus Archives (Season One) Production Design Project

Hello everyone! Let me introduce myself- I'm Tilda (or Tilde), and I'm want to be a production designer.

Production designers create the overall look of a piece of media. From costumes, lighting, environments, props, etc., these designers make sure that everything looks cohesive and sets the mood.

So, I thought it would be fun to put my skills to the test by designing season one of The Magnus Archives. My winter break started as soon as I became interested in the show. Needless to say, a new obsession and an abundance of free time go well together.

You may have seen these illustrations posted separately, this is a master post of the whole project. My thoughts, processes, and critiques are all included under the cut. If you read them, I hope you enjoy! If, not, thank you for supporting my work regardless.

The Characters

When designing these characters, I tried to avoid being influenced by fan interpretations. Though, that was a challenge (especially with Jon and Sasha). I found that I looked to my friends for inspiration. Certain elements (Jon's glasses) were based off of what they wore.

Pinterest was also useful for finding clothing and pose references. Some looks were based off of different actors- in particular, Tim was inspired by Nicholas Galitzine and Elias inspired by Matthew Lillard.

Jane was the most fun to design! I believe in making terrifying characters actually terrifying.

Elias's design needs the most work. Having now finished the show, I see that it doesn't fit him. The purple is overly saturated, especially compared to the set. He looks out of place! I'd reverse the color palette to mostly green/yellow with purple accents instead. Although, I will forever defend the purple tint in his gray hair.

The Set

Jonathan's office was a treat to design! Balancing the color and clutter was especially important. This room is meant to be claustrophobic and uncomfortable, but not overbearingly so.

The wood looks to be full of splinters, but not so worn that it can be thrown out. The chairs offer no back support, and the shelves make the room smaller. The goal was to represented Jon's mind. Intricate, messy, and suffocating (Note: that is more of a season two description).

One goal was to capture the look of an actual archive. Valuable times was spent researching the different kinds of storage, files, paper, etc. The texture and color had to be accurate.

A split-complementary color palette of blue-green, yellow-green, and red was used. Of course, I had to get green in there, and the varying hues and desaturated reds worked well for the wood and filing supplies.

Jane's ashes and the Web lighter on the desk place this set at the end of season one. I find details like this to be important, it's one of my favorite parts of design. There is much needed abundance of eye imagery as well. Most obviously in the carpet, but eyes are carved into the table and watch from the shelves.

My main critique is the lighting- the filters used could be adjusted as to not distort the colors of the boxes. They look inconsistent. The Web lighter could also be more obvious, yet it is small and pixelated.

The Props

I designed these as I re-listened to season one, and it is the most recent piece I finished. Combining the details described in the show with what the objects would have realistically looked like was interesting. That was most useful for the clown, the Ming vase, and Ex Altiora.

Each of these objects came from a specific time with a specific look. Ex Altiora was bound in calf leather from the 1800s, so those books were referenced. Same with the frills on the clown's outfit.

The Ming vase was especially interesting, as it is from the Jiajing period. When looking at photographs of Jiajing vases, I found that many of them lacked handles and had an hourglass shape. That was fascinating to me, as many artists depict a standard oval-shaped vase. Also, the vase's design is described as straight lines that create distorted patterns when looking at it. That effect was achieved using chromatic aberration and the liquify tool (chromatic aberration was used to create a vertigo effect on Ex Altiora).

My critiques are... nitpicky. minimal. The shading on top of the garbage bag is unnatural. The thickness of the gold engraving on Ex Altiora is uneven. The "I" in "Immediate Consideration" is not capitalized. Other than that, I'm happy with how the props look.

Conclusion

First off, if you read everything, thank you!! It is a lot, I know.

My greatest takeaways are that 1) ask for critique, always 2) research skills are necessary for design 3) references are your friend! Seriously guys, use your references.

I hope you enjoyed this project and I'm excited to share more of my work in the future!

#and before anyone asks #i am not doing this for any other season #feel free to ask any questions about this project!#tma #the magnus archives #tma season one #production design #tildexart #tilda rambles

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thebibliosphere · 5 days

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tw compulsive behavior, skin picking, self-harm, acne. I am perfectly fine; this is just a vent post because I'm driving myself bananas.

So, like a lot of people with ADHD I'm a chronic skin picker.

Except I never used to call it that. I've called it "skincare" for the last 20-odd years and kidded myself that because I used skincare tools to "extract imperfections," I was actually taking care of my skin.

That I've left myself with serious scars from doing this was neither here nor there in my mind.

I've since realized that was bullshit and started tackling it in therapy for the problem it is after my therapist finally helped me realize that it's a form of self-harm that's been masquerading as a skincare routine, so really, I need to get a handle on it because, yeah. That's not great.

And it was going fine. Great, even. Until the mild drugstore cleanser meant for sensitive skin that my old dermatologist recommended, but I never tried until recently, gave me the worst cystic acne breakout of my life.

Because, of course, it did. And, of course, it's taking a glacial age to heal, so that's fun. Love that. Love feeling like my jawline is glowing with pain from all these little lumps and bumps.

Anyway. I'm being so brave right now and not tearing my skin off the way I want to. So, so brave. Not at all having a bit of a breakdown over my face having Textures I can't compulsively gouge out. Nope. No sirree. All fine here.

#chronic health tag #mental health #personal #aaaaaaah

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n0tamused · 28 days

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'Please cannot fix'

Content: angst, character death, gn reader, possible grammar mistakes

Words: 1167

A/N: to that one person said I wouldn't do it - here you go. Suffer with me now.

Once mighty and flamboyant Galaxy Ranger, now nothing but a desperate pile in the mud. The rain hails down onto him like acid, unrelenting as it bashes his back and makes him sink further into the ground. BootHill’s breath is heavy and ragged as he has long lost his voice, crying out to you to keep awake, to hold on until you’re both back at the base, he has already contacted a doctor through a built in radio - why didn’t you listen?

Leftover footprints had long since been washed away, eradicating the proof of his attempts at keeping you alive, as if he never tried.

You had pleaded with him to slow down, he was jostling you too much, doing too much, and you never saw him this panicked. His eyes could barely handle looking at the red gushing out of your wounds and onto the cold iron of his body. He didn’t listen, and kept going, his feet leaping and swallowing the ground under him with sloppy expertise, kicking up rocks and mud before it could stick to him. One of his hands mussed up your nape, patting the skin and pushing your head closer against him until he could feel your breath on his actual skin - on what little he had to feel with. “Just a little more, sugar-” he’d say, turn after turn, thunder growling behind him. Moments feel like minutes, and he swears he can run faster, but he can’t -

“BootHill, stop-!” he froze, his eyes escaping whatever daze his mind spun him into, darting to look at your begging ones. Tears or rain, it made your nose red and your lips quivered with the weight of your words. “Let me go..” You breathed it out, cupping his cheek and turning him to face you, forcing him to feel the fleeting warmth of your palm, it prevented him from running. However, he doesn’t stop moving, he consciously, simply cannot, and for once his artificial body agrees with his organic one; and neither listens to your wishes for him to stop carrying you. “I-I can’t- are you crazy?!” he blurts out sharply, but his face betrays the anger of his tone, his eyes, as wide as yours, show the man crazed with fear of losing something precious beyond life itself.

“No, no, move yer hands away, I can’t see” he grumbles with a tangible tension in his jaw, shaking his head, flicking raindrops from the tips of his hair.

“Please..BootHill..I don’t want this sight to be my last-! Please, put me down” you argued, lungs feeling heavy and full of holes that let the rain in. They burned for life, for air, they sought to be engulfed in warmth of the space ship once more, to breathe in the metallic scent that fill the room as BootHill cleaned his iron from the rain. Just once more. But you knew such a future was only a dream behind your heavy lidded eyes that were harder to pry apart every blink. “Please..just hold me..” you muttered with defeat in your tone, and perhaps it was that which stopped BootHill at long last, or the sight of the bridge that had been split and broken before him, with the raging wide river threatening to swallow the earth itself around it.

He slowly lowered himself to the ground, you in his lap, and his eyes bubbling up with what you could call tears. Translucent blue in color and greasy in texture, his tears fell for you. One metal and freezing hand goes on top of the biggest wound on your torso, pushing down to stop the bleeding.

BootHill never felt more hopeless and useless than he did now. He tried and failed. And most heartbreaking of all, he didn’t protect you when he needed to. When he should have.

The rain fell harder after that. Your body absorbede the cold of it and grew heavier in his lap.

The wind howled over his head and went right through him too.

…..

Your face was the palest he had ever seen.

Your lips blue.

Eyes shut.

Hair slicked back with how many times he ran his fingers through it, keeping it from your face. Keeping you tidy.

You were limp and heavy, and you were still.. whole, as whole as you could be. He had cried all the tears he had within him, and he struggled to breathe for even longer. Feeling raw and more human than he did even before being turned into this walking machinery.

You had held his face, and you apologized to him, and asked him to smile, you asked him to deliver you one more charming line - and he failed you in that too.

….

The silence was unbearable, and the cacophony even worse. Now, in the confined space of his ship, he cracked his voice raw open as he glared at the little hologram of the doctor that turned him into this walking tin can.

BootHill couldn’t stand the sound of his own voice that fluctuated higher with the flare of his anger, every sentence more distraught than the last. It got to the point the Doctor on the receiving end had gone silent as a grave, realizing the futility of trying to speak over BootHill.

‘Bring them back’, he pleaded, hovering over the hologram, making himself feel greater, stronger, and more in control.

‘If you could turn me into this with just ma head alone, you can help them as well!’ he argued, teeth grit together and showing off their points. Like a cornered dog he clawed and bit and held the last pieces of hope in his maw. ‘They’re whole, jus’ a few scratches-’ he added in haste, and the doctor began shaking his head.

‘Please, Doctor, you’ve gotta’ he stared at the flickering hologram, feeling something akin to acid rise in his throat, sick at the thought of denial. No, he wouldn’t give up on you. ‘Why not?! Because they’re not as loud as I am?! What is the reason?!’. He tried to argue and reason with the other man, and when he ran out of reasons he began to repeat the ones he already mentioned.

‘WHY NOT YOU IDIOT?!’ he shouted, now on his knees before the system table in front of him, the hologram now looking much larger than his own figure. His elbows still rested on the table and he felt like strangling the man in front of him through the hologram itself.

He could see the Doctor’s face fall, disappointed at best. And he heard him sigh.

“BootHill. I can’t do it, and I won’t try it.”

The hologram flickered, and then went out, allowing the dark of the spaceship to swallow him whole. Trickles of oil began to seep through cracks in his metalwork, and more of his tears began to bubble up in his eyes. Like claws, his hands fell over his face, muffling a choked cry of anguish.

-Tags: @prettyliliy @nvuy @lofasofabread @teanypaws @molotto

(I just tagged everyone who showed interest when I talked about this idea, pls lemme know if you don't want the tag/want to be removed from the post <3)

#boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill x gn reader #boothill x y/n #boothill #boothill hsr #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you #angst #-n0tamused.angst #honkai star rail imagines #boothill imagines #drabble

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 months

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Yandere Nagas

Their gender(s) are up to you. Yandere nagas x gn reader

Idea I might think more on later

Several yandere nagas you take care of that are in a type of zoo. They’re abnormal in that they’re not the typical rumored antisocial kind. They have a more human-like nature added to their personalities, making them rather sociable. However, they’re such a rare and unique creature, that they’ve been put in the zoo for show. It’s actually for their safety. Many others that were found in the wild were either illegally hunted and killed or died by the harsh climates their body just couldn’t tolerate.

At the zoo upon their first meeting with each other, they had separate caves in the enclosure. There are no windows or cameras for them to have their privacy if they wanted, but it wasn’t needed. They all shared so the cave was remodeled to be one big cave.

They’re incredibly intelligent and picked up on human language very quickly. They were taught by the previous “caretaker” of them, but they sensed some malice within that person. They killed him when he brought in a gun one night and tried to shoot them. After that, the new “caretakers” were thoroughly run through to make sure there was no illegal hunting background. They found the old one was found of poaching a tiger and skinning it, then brung it back to his house in a different country.

After that, you started, and they were all drawn to you instantly. You hate to admit it, but you were fascinated by them. You always wanted a pet snake and love the feel of their scales. You just didn’t have the money at the moment to properly take care of one.

Their love for you grew all the more when you noticed one of them acting a little different and figured out fast they had some sort of illness that wasn’t contagious to humans. They were separated for a while for treatment, and you made sure to visit them frequently as to not let them get lonely.

The end of their tail started to latch onto your bare ankle whenever you were nearby cleaning their sterile enclosure. You didn’t mind it and accidentally let it slip you like their scale’s texture.

They took that as the go-ahead and latched on more. It got worse when the sick one went back to being with the others since they all wanted in on it. At least they’re careful and make sure you never fall and hit the ground.

One thing is they don’t know personal space so it becomes more and more common to be wrapped in one or more of their tails one way or another.

It gets worse when the days start getting colder. They have their heated cave, but it just isn’t enough in their opinions. They want you in the cuddle pile.

One day it’s a record-breaking cold that slips through the glass even with the zoo’s best efforts. It was late at night and you were finishing up searching for any holes to temporarily fill with foam to easily find and be fixed later.

One distracts you while another trips you. A third quickly coils around you and a fourth does the same, also covering your mouth as they drag you into the rather dark cave. Only a very dim light in the ceiling making you just barely able to see their traits. The temperature difference is rather great.

The other two quickly follow in and quickly find a place around your body to coil as well.

You’re piled and stuck in a knot with the nagas wrapping and coiling snugly around you. Their heads, torsos, and tails all going together to not leave any uncovered skin besides your face and hands.

The nagas all fully agree they do not want to let you go, and will find any way possible to make sure you can do this again. Maybe they can talk the zoo owners to allowing it and making you stay~

Struggling is absolutely fruitless with all the solid muscle around your body. Even if you managed to escape, there are four compared to just one of you.

… well, at least they’re smart enough to not coil tight enough to cut off your oxygen. Almost though.

#yandere x reader #x reader #yandere x you #yandere nagas #yandere naga x you #yandere naga x reader #yandere idea #naga x reader

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babsisbakery · 5 months

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A Lions fight (Leah Williamson x reader)

The end was kinda rushed uups

Christmas was her favourite time of the year, getting to eat chocolate, spending much time with her loved ones, going to the advent markt and playing in the snow. Her inner child always came out during this holiday season. Since you’ve spent three christmas seasons with her as her girlfriend you figured out how she behaves while being in the holiday spirit. Like a child.

Everyone knew Leah couldn’t cook but she was eager to keep you company while baking. She even tries to help. Only giving her the responsibility of smaller tasks, as you don’t want to repeat the events of last week. Your dear girlfriend forgot to cover the mixer, dough everywhere. On the kitchen counter, the fricking kitchen door, the floor and walls. It definitely wasn’t amusing to clean the whole mess up. Some stains remained on the wall, which you had to repaint as Leah is still in recovery.

Leah begged you to make a video of her opening the door of the advent calender. It was for an advertisement, which she loved to do. Your girlfriend and you received christmas sweaters and free chocolate. Who in their right mind says no to free chocolate? She got extremely excited opening the mini door for the first December. She savoured the taste of chocolate. Making funny faces in the process. After posting the video on her social media, it was your turn. Since your advent calendar wasn’t the same as hers, she was on her toes to find out what was hiding behind yours. A mini chocolate angel. As a true gooner, it reminded her of her Arsenal heritage. The defender began to sing “The Angel”. “As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home”, with a massive grin plastered on her face. You stare confused at her, not catching up on what your love is singing. “Liefje what are you singing?” you asked amused. Instead of answering she closed the distance between your bodies. Wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her. “Upon the baron fields of Highbury 'neath the stadiums of stone” she kept on singing. Your arms finding their place around her neck. You popped in your small treat. Letting the texture of the chocolate dissolve on your tongue, your receptors being hit by a combo of bitter and sweet. In the meantime, your eyes connected with Leah’s, staring into each other's souls. This intimate moment got better when your lover decided to kiss you. A sweet and tender kiss, igniting a fire in your heart, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Leah’s tongue swept across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Granting her entrance with delight, her tongue explored your mouth. Slightly sucking on yours. “Mmm you taste delicious, like chocolate.” “Leah, you little shit.” Of course, her plan was to get some of your chocolate. Honestly you should have seen it coming. Smacking her head lightly. “What? I just love sweets. It’s not my fault.”, she responded with faux innocence. “Mhm keep telling yourself that schatje.”, you placed your right hand on her chest and pulled her in for a short kiss. After pulling away, your girlfriend chased your lips. A pout formed as she wanted to proceed with the minor make-out session in the kitchen. Hence why you pecked her lips a few more times.

Getting ready for a game normally doesn't take long. Only this time a dispute arose. Leah wanted you to wear her England jersey but they are playing your home country. How could you betray the Netherlands? Additionally being Viv’s cousin, you’d made your mind up. With Miedema written on the back of your shirt, which was actually your last name, you were ready to leave. Usually you wore Leah’s shirt but you wanted to show Viv support, you hoped for her to be subbed on and

get some minutes. You promised Leah to wear her shirt to the next game, she reluctantly agreed. No doubt wanting you to always have her shirt on. She always loved seeing you with her stuff, her last name on your back was the cherry on top. She promised herself to make you hers for once and for all someday. Already searching for suitable rings to propose to you. Of course she wasn't aware of you doing the exact same. Only Amanda and Viv were aware that both of you were on the lookout for engagement rings. Having figured out each other's ring size through those two wonderful women.

Arriving at the stadium you were in awe. The atmosphere was extremely pleasant. Fans cheering loudly while the players are warming up. You were pretty early there due to Leah wanting to visit the girls before kickoff. You on the other hand went to the dutchies. They were quite fond of you, Viv had dragged you to some events where you’ve met most of the leeuwinnen. Exchanging hugs and good luck wishes were on your agenda. Subsequently, you had a quick chat with your cousin, reassuring her that she’d play well. Recently she hasn’t been the most confident about performance. “Anna Margaretha Marina Astrid Miedema you got this, i believe in you and so do your teammates. When you get out there I want you to destroy the English. You got me dear cousin? Afterwards I’ll be saying: she ate and left no crumbs.” Viv hugged you tightly and whispered “Thank you Y/n, you really are my favourite cousin.””I’d be shocked if I wasn’t, I am your only cousin.”, your face showed a non amused expression. “Alright, I’ll leave you to get ready, need to meet up with Leah to go to our seats” Waving goodbye to everyone and them shouting goodbye back as you left.

After finding Leah in one of the many hallways, you went to your seats. Of course they were in the family section. As the game started you both were extremely excited but also on edge. This game could cost England the qualification as well as the Netherlands. When Beerensteyn scored two times in the first half you were ecstatic but didn’t show it too much. Jumping off your seat two times was enough celebration, not wanting to rub it under Leah’s nose. Speaking of your girlfriend, she was fuming next to you. Criticising every mistake made on the pitch. You were sure some memes would be created of her expressions during the game.

As the added time was announced Leah stood up “Babe I’ll be back. Just need to have a likkle chat with the girls.” “Alright my love. Please don’t be too harsh on them.” She mumbled something under her breath as a reply. You continued to watch the game until it was halftime. Getting up to get your girlfriend some water and something to munch on during the second half.

Leah entered the changing room. She leaned against the wall and waited for the girls to come. Shortly after her the girls entered. Some with heads hanging down, some had an unreadable expression. Everyone made their way to the cubbies, expecting Serena to yell at them but instead they found Leah. Now she stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Serena

watched from the door as the true captain of the team gave them a speech. It motivated every player, gave them feedback and told them to get their shit together. Serena herself couldn’t have done a better job, she certainly was proud of the injured player. “Kick some ass girls, I know you can do it. We won the Euros for Christ's sake. You have the ability to beat them, we’ve done it before. Get out there and show them who’s the boss. I believe in you.” and with that Leah left the changing room leaving the “stage” to Serena.

Seeing them play in the second half was as if a switch had been turned. More ball control, more opportunities and some changes. The lionesses flipped the tables, the game now in their favour. Still with the narrow victory the chances of qualifying weren’t the greatest. The game against Scotland would have to be an epic one, with loads of goals.

As soon as the match ended Leah and you went on the field. Even after the win some of the girls were in tears. They were disappointed in themself. Leah joined them in the circle, she was proud of the girls, even if the game could have been better. They managed a comeback, they still had a chance. Nothing was lost yet, that's what she told the girls and she was right. Nothing was carved into stone, everything was possible.

#oranje leeuwinnen #england lionesses #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal women #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #awfc x reader

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heartfeltcierra · 1 year

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt.3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)

AN- I've had so much fun making these! I hope you all enjoy

Masterlist

Characters- Fujitora, Koby, Smoker and Garp

(Find part one featuring Roger, Ace, Marco, Shanks and Doffy here)

(Find part two featuring Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Warnings/Content- Some angst in Smokers, Garp's part is NSFW ;)

More under the cut :)

Issho (Fujitora)

💜-This man is such a gentle giant 🥹

💜- Since Issho is blind you try to gift him things that he can feel

💜- So when you decided to make him a bracelet, you made sure to use different shaped and different textured beads

“Y/N is that you?”

“Maybe~” You sit beside the large man and gently grab his hand “I have a surprise for you!”

“What’s this?” His fingers run over the soft threads of the bracelet you’ve placed on his wrist. “Did you make this?”

“I sure did!” You beam. “The base of the bracelet is a deep purple, so that it matches your outfit!”

“I see, any special reason why you made it my darling?”

“It’s just like the bracelet says.” Issho was confused at first but ran his fingers over the beads of the bracelet. His smile widens, feeling that the letters spell out I love you.

“I hope you don’t mind.” His large hands come up to cradle your face as his fingers trace over your nose, eyes and finally your lips. “Since I can’t see it, I want to feel the kind and beautiful smile of the woman I adore.”

(Issho can actually see the colorful hue of the bracelet thanks to the love and kindness you put into making it)

Koby

🌸💕- Koby was getting ready to go on his first overseas mission as a marine captain. Meaning he was going to be gone for a few months.

🌸💕- You knew he was going to miss you just as much as you were going to miss him, so you wanted to give him something that would remind him of you. Thus you made him a bracelet

🌸💕- When you gave it to him he turned into a absolute, blushing mess (He was internally giggling and kicking his feet)

🌸💕- As happy as he was to receive the bracelet, he felt bad knowing he didn’t have anything to give you

🌸💕- You assured him that it was okay, but seeing you walk away empty handed left a bad taste on his tongue

“Wait Y/N!” You turn around on the dock to see your boyfriend running towards you at full speed. “Koby?” You raise your brow as he tries to catch his breath.

“Please take this.” Koby’s pink hair falls against his forehead as he unties the bandanna wrapped around his head. “May I?” You smile and bring your hand up so he can wrap the colorful fabric around your wrist. “It’s not a bracelet, but you can at least wear it like one!”

“Captain, we got the go ahead from HQ!”

“Roger that.”

“You better get going captain.” You reach up and give him a kiss on his flushed cheek. “Come back to me, okay?”

“I promise I will.” Koby’s hand wraps around yours as he pulls you close to him. “Let me give you one more thing before I go….” Your eyes widen in shock, feeling his soft lips press against yours for the very first time.

You both pull back with embarrassment flooding your faces hearing the whistles and “Get it captain!” comments coming from the ship above you.

“I have to go now, love.” With a cherry red face he pulls you in for one last hug. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

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“Where did that come from?” Helmeppo confronted the blushing boy as soon as he stepped foot on the ship. “Did she cast some kind of love spell on that bracelet?”

“I don't know honestly.” Koby looks at the bracelet with a dopey smile plastering his face. “I love her so much.”

“I know that you love sick fool..... also why do you look like you're about to pass out?”

“Because I am.” With that his unsteady knees finally gave out, sending him straight to the deck.

Despite the fact it took him two hours to fully recuperate, he was still proud of himself for finally finding the courage to properly kiss you. (No bewitched bracelet required)

(Koby learnt a very valuable lesson that day. Love is a hurricane!! )

Smoker

💨- The second you gave him the bracelet he handed it back saying something like “I’m a grown man and I don’t wear silly little bracelets, go give it to Tashigi.”

💨- Definitely not the reaction you were hoping for AT ALL

💨- You grab that bracelet and leave his office, but not before bitterly saying “It won’t mean anything to her….”

Once Smoker finally got home it was already nearing midnight. He was making his way towards your shared bedroom when he noticed something colorful in the hallway trash can. He pulled it out and recognized it as the bracelet you tried to give him earlier.

“Fuck me.” What you said before you left his office finally made sense to him. Why would you give Tashigi a bracelet that had his and your relationship anniversary date on it? “How could I not remember that it was today?” Not only did he reject your gift, he also forgot today actually was your anniversary. Now he was feeling like an absolute asshole, but he’s dead set on making things right.

Smoker opens the door to your bedroom to find the comforter still in place. She’s not here. Then he checked the guest bedroom. Not there either. He was about to freak out thinking you had left, but remembered he had one more place to check.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him finding you fast asleep on the living room couch. But that relief quickly turns into heartbreak, seeing the balled up tissues scattered around your curled up body.

“Y/N..” There was no gruffness in the way your name left his lips. “I’m so sorry.” He brushes the stray hairs out of your face and notices the puffy ring of red around each of your eyes. “My sweet girl.” He thinks back to earlier that day, how you were happy and smiling. But he selfishly stole that from you. “I don’t deserve you at all.”

“Hell no you don’t.” You lift up from the couch and wack his hand away.

“You're awake??”

“Yeah, I have been the whole time..”

“Listen Y/N, I don’t have an excuse for my actions and I won’t make one.” Smoker sat down next to you on the couch and took your hand in his. “Just know I am sorry and I love you.”

“I thought you “wouldn’t wear a silly little bracelet” ?” You grab the bracelet on his hand with a quirked brow.

“Well I didn’t know my silly little woman made it for me.” He replies with a smirk. “But even if you didn't, I should have accepted it.”

“Yeah, but It’s in the past now.” You grab the blanket and place it back over your body. “I’m going to sleep, goodnight Smokey.”

“On the couch?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, I guess not.” You were hoping he’d pick you up bridal style and whisk you away to bed, but the big oaf just walked away. He never learns. “I’ll sleep right here then.” Surprised to hear his voice again, you turn around and see him throwing pillows and blankets on the floor

“I suppose you will.” You huff and close your eyes.

“Y/N.” You hum in response “I think you dropped something on the floor.”

“Dropped wha-.”

“I may have lost track of time and forgot today was our anniversary.” You lift up from the couch in complete shock seeing the ring Smoker held in his hand. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have anything planned for our anniversary.” You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Will you marry me Y/N?”

“You jerk…” You hold your left hand up, letting him slide the ring over your finger. “Of course I will.” You jump down from the couch and tackle Smoker to the floor as you cry tears of joy. “I'm still mad at you, but I’m also really happy.” You pull away and look to see Smoker also has tears of his own forming.

“Babygirl I’m happy too and all, but...” His voice strains as if he were in pain. “Your knee.”

“What about my knee?” You look down and see he wasn’t crying for the reason you originally thought. “Oops.” During the process of jumping your now fiancée, your knee had unfortunately landed on his privates. “Honey I am so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” You could tell he was holding back a scream. “I deserved it anyway.”

“Drop the Mr. Tough guy act.” You roll your eyes. “Want me to go get a frozen bag of peas or something?”

"........"

"......."

“Please.”

(Smoker may have lost his ability to have kids, but it was worth seeing you fawn over your engagement ring.)

Garp (NSFW)

💥- Despite your relationship with Garp being a secret (For.... special reasons) he’s all the time sneaking you small trinkets or leaving you a stack of his rice crackers on your desk.

💥-He can't help himself, he just loves giving you things. (At one point he even tried to steal Sengoku's goat for you because you said it was cute💀)

💥- But you wanted to return the favor and what better way than with something handmade

“Garp, can I come in sir.” You knock on his office door before reviving a gruff come in. “I have something for you.”

“Is that my Y/N?" His rough tone softens seeing you standing at his door. “Don’t just stand there, come here.” He said while patting his lap.

“Isn’t that a bad idea considering we’re both at work?” Your cheeks heat up at his nonchalant invite . “What if you know who sees me, he’d kill me for sure!”

“Honestly, I hope that bastard walks in here one of these days.” Garp smirks before giving you a serious look. “And you know I wouldn’t let him harm a hair on your head, right?”

“I know.”

"Good, so come here."

“I guess it won’t hurt, but only for a little while.” You sigh before crawling into the large mans lap.

“Atta girl.” Garps arms wrap around your back, pulling you further into his embrace. “So what did you have for me?”

“I can’t give it to you smother me to death!” You voice strains as you lightly smack his broad chest.

“Oops, sorry.” He pulls away letting you get some much needed air. “You okay down there?”

“Yeah.” You nod your head as you grab the bracelet from your pocket. “Hand please.” Garp holds his hand out, letting you slip the bracelet over his large hand.

“Well, would you look at that?” The older man studies the bracelet with a fond smile. “What a sweet girl, making an old man like me something so pretty.”

“You're all the time doing things for me, so I wanted to show my appreciation and ” You reach up and give him a quick peck on the lips. “love~”

“Your love huh?” You didn't even get the chance to reply before the man had you pinned down face first on his desk. “In that case why don’t you show me just how much you love me?”

“Garp not here, we can’t!” It was to late, his hands had already ripped away both your uniform skirt and underwear.

“Why, worried about your daddy seeing you?” Garp mocks while landing a hard smack on your ass. “If anything you should worry about him hearing you.”

(Garp absolutely loved the bracelet you gifted him. But even with that being said, he may like the "gift" you're giving him right now a little bit better. Or maybe a lot more, because in his eyes there isn't anything he loves more than getting to fuck Akainu's precious daughter.)

AN- To all my Y/N's who read Garp's part, click me for a surprise

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am-i-interrupting · 2 months

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You Get A Set Of Nails That Match Her

For @mimikyu-of-death

(Part one— the boys)

Lute

Lute did not know how to react when you showed her nails inspired by her.

She looked between you and the nails, complexion slowly turning more and more golden.

“They’re pretty?” was what she finally managed to choke out.

They were likely matte with a grey and white color scheme, maybe a grey french tip on a white base, some white wings with black outlines, her halo.

She liked them.

These would be the pair that you would catch her actively trying to look at whereas she normally couldn’t care less.

She thinks she sneaky about it. She is not.

Rosie

Rosie goes to get her nails done with you as often as she can. She makes it such a fun experience.

She is gossiping with the nail techs or listening to their struggles and giving advice.

She’s a real lively person.

She normally gets something rather simple, black stilettos. Occasionally she’ll get a French tip of simple swirl design. Nothing major.

When you get nails designed with her in mind? Oh, dear lord, everyone’s going to know. She’s going to find a way to slip it into conversation.

Pink with black and white detailing. Maybe a bone, definitely something resembling black lace.

No one’s going to know how the conversation gets to you or nails but if you’re around, she’ll call you over and hold up your hand.

Definitely a very happy camper when it comes to it.

Vaggie

Vaggie would have to be talked into getting her nails done, I feel like.

She wouldn’t go for anything major.

Probably square or almonds, whatever the grey equivalent of nude is. She might get some pink swirls.

Whenever she goes to grab your hand and realizes you’ve gotten a new set done, she immediately flips your hand and is stunned.

A grey base, some pink Xs, a pink bow, and some swirls which match her eye colors.

They’re beautiful.

She just sort of melts and starts finding more reasons to fiddling with your hands.

Velvette

Velvette is the person who first brought you to get your nails done.

She’s been getting her own done for decades. There is nothing this girl has not tried.

Some of the things I think she would not like are the chrome. I think she’d like the cat eyes but chrome in general is a no go.

She’s not big on sparkles unless it’s specific to a design. You will not watch her with a nail covered in just glitter.

I also don’t see her being big on textured nails or the lava lamp trend that’s going around right now.

Aside from that, free game.

It’s hard to surprise her with stuff surrounding your fashion because she likes to be so involved with it but when you pitch surprising her and trying to impress her with your nails as a video idea, she agrees.

“I hope you’re ready to get torn apart, babe.”

Then she sees your nails and is actually surprised.

Obviously the color scheme is pink, black, and white. There’s some stripes, some swirls, maybe a couple hearts, and a nod to her skeleton earrings.

She brings you in for a kiss that she covers the camera for.

“You’ve got to pay to see this.”

Of course, Valentino and Velvette both get a lot of questions about when she’s going to do a video.

She promptly shuts this down.

#hazbin hotel velvette x reader #velvette x reader #hazbin vaggie x reader #vaggie x reader #hazbin rosie x reader #rosie x reader #hazbin lute x reader #lute x reader

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whoresidentevil · 21 days

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Leon and Your Hair

a/n: I haven't written in years so this is very experimental 💀 I'm open to constructive feedback!

Also, I wrote this with the reader having type 4 hair in mind but I tried to make it as texture-inclusive as possible :)

General:

Leon himself takes pride in his hair and appearance in general which is one of many ways you guys relate to each other.

I imagine your shared bathroom would be full of hair products and tools more than anything else, though most of it is yours.

Leon isn't ignorant, he knew how important hair is to your culture way before you got together. Because of this, he respects how much effort your maintenance requires.

RE2:

This man 100% uses all your stuff every time he comes over. You start wondering if these containers have a hole at the bottom of them or something. Eventually, Leon just starts buying the shampoo/conditioner combo you use for himself at home because it's doing wonders for his hair. Plus the scent reminds him of you, it's a win-win.

Leon had nice hair before, but your presence in his life introduces him to products like deep conditioner, hair oils, etc that just elevate it further.

When you get your hair braided or styled Leon always wants to be the first person to see it! He even goes out of his way to pick you up from the salon so he can shower you with compliments right after.

If he has time I can see Leon sitting in the salon with you for however many hours it takes the stylists to be done. He sits there flipping through the hair magazines he took from the waiting area, turning the pages over to you every couple of minutes. "Babe, you should try this next time." with the most genuine smile on his face. Even if it was some atrocious 90's editorial style, you smile and nod at every single one.

RE4:

Once Leon starts going on long missions he's unable to be your personal chauffeur 24/7, so he'd definitely want you to text him pictures every time you get your hair done. He always sets them as his phone wallpaper to have an updated photo of you everywhere he goes.

During his training I doubt he'd have the luxury of technology though, instead opting to get a Polaroid of you every now and then in the mail. He always makes sure to compliment you on something in the letters he sends back and keeps the latest Polaroid somewhere in his pockets while the older ones are tacked to his wall. (poor guy misses you so much)

When he's home with you he realizes how much he missed your silk pillowcases and bed sheets. He didn't think they were actually helping his hair and skin until he had to sleep in crazy locations during training/missions and noticed the difference. he silently thanks you for that.

RE6/ID/DI:

After so many years of being together, Leon knows about all your hair preferences, favorite styles, and even things he hasn't seen you in yet. (our boy is educated 👏🏾).

Sometimes you ask him to help pick what you'll do with your hair next which either ends with him saying "You look beautiful no matter what" or showing you very specific photos he found on Google.

It's been years since you've paid for your own hair because Leon insists on taking care of that for you. It doesn't matter how much it costs, he has no problem with it as long as you are happy.

He'd go into the beauty supply store with you and know exactly where to go and what to get, even reminding you not to forget some things along the way.

Leon has a huge soft spot for your natural hair, whatever texture it may be he's whipped for it. Loves being able to touch your hair (with permission) and probably asks to help you on wash days so he has an excuse to do so.

speaking of which, I can see wash days becoming an intimate thing for you two as you get older. He'd help you shampoo in the shower as a form of affection, or you're sitting in his lap while he helps you detangle when your arms get tired.

If you have locs I can see Leon looking up a tutorial on how to do retwists to help you out. Even if you tell him time and time again that you'd rather have your loctician do it he insists you give him a chance. Turns out he's not half bad at it and you let him do it a few times a year.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #black reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil #fanfic #x reader #x black reader #leon x black reader

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hyperfixat · 1 month

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hey!! I really love ur blog so so much rn! If you can, I'd like to request a neurodivergent MC? One that has certain foods they hate and have never told anyone since their family had forced them to try them since they were little? (Ex. Cauliflower, brussel sprouts, blueberries, bananas, carrots) and so, one day, when theyre all eating (at the HoL or just out) and they notice MC eating all but those foods on their plate? Sorry if this is a bit too specific, I just really can't write it properly for myself and i would like to have some form of comfort-

Anyway, have an amazing day!!

anon i am holding you so close rignt now this cured my writers block this is the first ask i’ve got in like two months TT

i am incapable of writing anything not hurt comfort so there is some ‘oh man im so sad :(‘ at the beginning but yk if u said u like my writing i imagine u kinda expected this

warning for mentions of throw up and actually eating the bad foods :(

and yes yes yes i love writing explicitly nd mcs!! i added in another obstacle to the req; freaky demon food bcs thats always fun to consider. That way u can kinda make the demon food similar to whatever food u want in ur mind, anyhow, the words u wanted;

You push the pile of purple (purple!?) mashed… something from one corner of your plate to the center. First you had to go to a strange demon school where all of your peers are so much scarier and larger than you and now you’ve been presented with whatever the hell this is for dinner.

You think Leviathan (Levi — it feels so odd referring to him so casually having just met him) was the one that made it. There was a protein on the plate, you ate that with no issues, but.

Urgh. This?

It’s your second night sleeping in the House of Lamentation and you don’t feel nearly comfortable or safe enough to get a snack on your own, especially at night. You��ve had such a long day at RAD and your body is dying for some food.

Disguising your disgusted reluctance with a carefully blank face, your grab some of the. The stuff.

Ah, nope. You set your fork down quietly after taking a slow bite / swallow and grab your cup to drown the leftover flavors and textures.

Luckily all the demon brothers seem pretty into their dinnertime banter and didn’t notice your… less than satisfactory reaction to the food.

Gosh, you don’t want to offend any of them, especially not so early on in the year you’ll have to room with them.

It’s a good thing that Beelzebub is practically a food vacuum and doesn’t question the nearly untouched pile of. Well you know. Left over on your plate.

…It’s official. You hate Devildom cuisine.

Is the universe playing one big, cruel joke on you? What the hell is wrong with demons? Why must the eat the worst things in the world? Why… why… why?

Lucifer wouldn’t let you starve under his roof, and provides you with full meals and makes it clear what parts of the kitchen are free to raid (as not to take anything designated to anyone else). You feel like the most ungrateful human in the whole wide world right now.

It’s been quite a few months since the start of the exchange program and you’ve been… getting by. Okay, that’s not exactly true, you’ve been having a blast in most aspects of your stay in the Devildom. Most.

There’s still the teeny tiny issue of the cuisine not quite fitting your tastes. You’ve tried talking to Solomon about the Devildom cuisine and he tried to cheer you up with some authentic human world cuisine, but as it turns out his cooking is far worse than Devildom-style food.

Not to be dramatic, but you’re suffering in silence. You get by, as in you’re not hungry – the demons you’ve grown oh so fond of wouldn’t let that happen. They always seem willing to fetch you anything.

You’re trying so hard not to hurt any feelings, because you love them and want to support them. It’s just. You want to throw up almost every meal. (Barbatos’ little treats have been your saving grace – he always seems to have some yummy little snack on him. One that you like and doesn’t make you feel like your throat is crawling out of your mouth.)

Most of the time the brothers don’t pay much thought to what you leave on your plate – as long as you eat some of what was served they seem content. Even on nights where the meal is more nasty than good, it’s easy to just say you’re not that hungry.

This night was bound to happen at some point. Your plate is uneatable. It’s edible, just uneatable. It’d be more humiliating to choke down a few bites than it is to go to bed hungry. You wrinkle your nose when you think no one is looking and stab at the meat chunk.

Your eyes are downcast and you drag your knife lazily through the food. It’s mesmerizing in a way, so much so that you don’t notice at first when Asmo calls your name.

“MC, is something wrong? Are you feeling alright?” At this point he’s drawn the attention of his brothers as well.

“Yeah, you’re barely eating,” Mammon supplies.

Ah, the moment you’ve been dreading and hoped you would never have to face.

“Oh, I don’t have much of an appetite right now.” Which certainly isn’t a lie.

“You didn’t eat much at lunch, hon.” Asmo reaches across the table to put the back of his manicured hand on your forehead to feel for a fever.

You cringe, “uhm, well. I’m.” You fail to think of a decent lie quick enough – nothing you say will be believable as you mentally blue screen.

“Honest answer?” Satan prods.

“I’m not the biggest fan of some Devildom foods.” “Not the biggest fan?” Beel questions, “you dislike them enough to forgo eating entirely.”

“I’m trying not to sound like an ungrateful jerk right now. Give me a moment to word this properly.”

Satan scoffs. “Just say it. Whatever you have to say can’t be worse than what we’ve put you through.”

“Damn, okay. The food makes me wanna throw up when I eat it.”

Levi, the chef of the night, folds in on himself, face darkening with shame or embarrassment.

“It’s not a personal gripe, most meals have something that makes me feel that way, hon.” It seems your attempt to comfort him isn’t appreciated though, as Levi shoves his face in his hands.

Lucifer sets his fork down. “And why haven’t you said anything to any of us about this? We want you to feel at home here.”

“You can’t expect me to be comfortable barging into what was at the time a strangers house and demand they make special accommodations for me, then once I was comfortable enough to say something I felt I put up with it long enough that it’d be odd to bring it up out of nowhere.”

“Fair enough,” Satan nods along.

“No? Not ‘fair enough’!” Mammon scolds. “You shoulda said something to me! Do you even like half the snacks I give you? I spent good Grimm on those!”

Memories of bribing Beelzebub to do certain errands in the earlier days of your Devildom stay flicker through your mind. “They got eaten.”

“MC,” Lucifer brings the conversation back on track. “Let us know foods you don’t want to eat, we may be demons, but we’re here to provide you with a comfortable stay.” You nod under his sincere gaze. “Now, give your plate to Beel and order some delivery. I’ll cover the costs, as long as you eat.”

As you shove your plate across the table you see Lucifer pulling a shiny black card from his coat pocket. He gestures for you to come and take it. You walk to the head of the table and he presses the card into your hand.

“Order whatever you’d like. My treat.” There’s a glint of humor in his eyes and you look down to see Goldie in your palm.

#verified hyperfixat post #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #om hcs #obey me hcs #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me headcanons #obey me headcanon #obey me x you #obey me demon brothers #hyperfixat answers

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moonydustx · 2 months

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So I have this thing...

I need more Law x Reader fics pleeeaassee (；ＴДＴ)

Anyway...

May I ask a reader (up to you what gender) reacting to law proposing to her? Which I doubt canon law would even do but I guess since it's fanfiction, who cares if it's Canon, right???

OMG, this is incredible, hold my hand and I'm with you on this, thank you so much for the request. In my HCs on the Law (I will still post them) I think if it was important for him to do it without even blinking. Surely it would be something more discreet, a small ceremony between just two? I don't know, I might be rambling too much.

Apologies because I didn't have much time to review and maybe I got carried away writing it. I hope you enjoy!

Important: italics are for flashbacks and character readings aloud.

The proposal - favorite moment (part 01)

Part 02 - Part 03

Law counted the minutes until night arrived, it was one of his favorite moments. That was when you would sneak around the submarine and end up knocking on the door on it. In most of these situations, you didn't get out anytime soon. He's not much of a follower on the calendar, celebrating each month together - and come to think of it, everything happened so naturally that it was decided on which day it started to be difficult for you to be a boyfriend.

Like so many other nights, you found yourself doing what was one of the only things Law could name as a hobby. You were nestled between his legs, your body resting on his chest as you attentively read another book. He found himself leaning against the wall, one of his hands resting on his body while with the other he tried to leaf through one of the new editions of Sora comics that he had picked up on the last island he visited.

He had already lost count of how many times the two of you had wasted hours tangled up in his bed reading and something else he was used to hearing you sniffle at something, like you were doing this time. His eyes looked away from the painting and went straight to where you were reading, just out of curiosity. The other times you were sniffling, he had found you reading about some character who died, some reunion, some couple who got together. This time, from what he could see, it was a marriage proposal.

He already knew it was an important topic for you. He also knew that if he had to choose to spend his entire life with someone, it would be you. Law had thought about the hypothesis a few times and when reading the small excerpt from the book, he let himself think about the idea.

"Wow." your feet were planted in front of an immense showcase. Dresses were stacked side by side in various sizes and textures, some with huge trains and others full of silk.

"Don't tell me you're one of those marriage freaks." Ikkaku planted himself next to you, next to Bepo.

"They are beautiful." the bear confirmed, touching the glass.

"Not freak…" you tried to find the words, you really didn't want to sound like a crazy person. "I mean, marriages are two people coming out in love to the world, to the government, to whatever god they may believe in or to no god at all, as if nothing could intervene or separate them."

"Okay, insane then." Shachi appeared behind you, mumbling.

"Actually, that's a nice way of thinking." Ikkaku replied to him, watching you just shrug. "And I won't deny it, they are beautiful dresses."

"Time to go." The captain's voice echoed closer than you imagined, as if he had been there the whole time listening.

Seeing the crew members move forward, agreeing to the captain's request, Law took a few seconds to evaluate the display that had distracted everyone. He could just be daydreaming, but one day you would look incredible wearing a dress like that along with the new name you would carry. Ms. Trafalgar.

From that day on, the idea of proposing to you never left his mind, Law just needed to find the perfect opportunity and it appeared before his eyes.

"Okay…" your choked voice took him out of his reverie. "That's enough tears for today and I'm getting sleepy." you closed the book, turning towards him and snuggling even closer against Law's body.

"Do you mind if I keep reading some more?" he asked and you just mumbled no. His hand got tangled in your strands of hair and it didn't take long for unconsciousness to take you away.

Law gave himself a week to put the plan into practice. The small room at Polar Tang was tidier than usual however you could notice Law more tense than usual behind his back.

"Everything is fine?" you asked, quickly turning to face him. Law seemed distracted from the book in his hands.

"Everything amazing." his lips quickly touched the top of your head. It was now. All the other battles he had faced had not even come close to the anxiety he felt at that moment. "That book you were reading last week?"

"Ah, it's this one. I'm almost done. It's a period romance, princess, knight and all the little things that involves." you laughed, knowing that from your description he would hate the book. "There's no point trying to convince me to read Sora, this one is much cooler."

"So cool you were crying the last time you read it." he said in a teasing tone.

In a casually planned way, even if it went unnoticed in your eyes, he placed the comic he was reading on the bed.

"It's because he was so sweet to her, made an amazing statement."

"Really? Let me see." He moved even closer to your back, looking for space on your shoulder to follow the written words and find the perfect cue.

"Here. Can I read it?"

"Please." he asked, feeling his hands sweat cold.

"Of all the countries I've visited, I don't think I've ever found a home except in you. You've been my home, my safe haven." You started reading, already feeling yourself melting with those words. At the same time, Law took out a small box hidden behind one of the pillows. "So let me be the sword that protects you, the heart that loves you infinitely. I thought happiness would only find me in the next life until I found myself lost in you. What do you mean by that, my love? So, the The knight fell to his knees, the wounds of the battle he faced seemed not to bother him, not when Annya's eyes rested on him. Annya then heard the four words that carried a lifetime of promises…"

"Would you marry me?" Law's voice echoed alongside yours.

Before you could ask what he thought, a small black box appeared in your field of vision. Inside it, a golden ring with a small heart symbol glittered. The book fell from your hands, finding your lap, as you turned to your boyfriend.

"Law?" at that moment, your voice was not the most reliable. As shaky as she was, your vision was blurred by what you suspected were tears. Your hands covered your lips, still not believing what you were seeing.

"Maybe my sword heals you more than defends you, but that doesn't mean I'll let anyone hurt you in this world. You're my home, my safe haven and I can't wait for you to be my wife. I'd even kneel, but It's a little complicated." he smiled, seeing you still paralyzed on top of him. "So, would you marry me?"

"Yes." the first time came out as a whisper. "Yes Yes Yes!" with each new time the word left your lips, you allowed euphoria to take over your body.

Law took your hand, placing a small kiss before putting on the ring and repeating the gesture, as soon as the jewel was in the place where it belonged. His hands pulled you so your legs were around his waist.

"That's…" you even tried to speak, but it was impossible to put everything you felt at the moment into so few words. You saw him pull out a ring that was the same color as yours, without all the details. "Let me do it."

Before he could put it on his own finger, you took it from his hand and repeated the same thing he had done to you. He placed a small kiss between the tattooed fingers and let the jewelry take its rightful place.

"I don't believe." You looked at your hand and then at him. "Law, that was so amazing."

"You're incredible. I can't wait to see you become Mrs. Trafalgar. My beautiful, smart, a little crybaby…" he wiped away your tears, bringing a laugh from your lips. "My dear wife."

"I love you so much." you cupped his face, taking his lips to yours.

Even though it was full of emotions and promises, it was a calm kiss. Law, like you, wanted to record every second of that moment, every inch of skin kissed, every touch.

In the end, Law was also a marriage nut - just with his dear Lady Trafalgar.

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Little extra:

Law was never a big fan of public displays of affection, but that morning he had made an exception. Seeing you happy, showing off your new ring and the promise of marriage, ideas of what to do on the date, honeymoon suggestions. He couldn’t deny it, it was amazing to see how happy you were with the whole situation.

His happiness was short-lived when he saw three sullen faces - one of them looking like a bear - sitting in front of him.

"So Law, my friend." Penguin began.

"Shut up, it's me."

"But I'm his best friend." Bepo grumbled.

"What do you want?" he asked, trying to understand what the three were discussing so much

"Which of the three of us will be the best man?" Shachi warned and Law watched the three in front of him cross their arms and wait for a response.

Before he could respond, Law felt two arms slide and lock around him.

"We haven't decided that yet guys. We can talk about it later." you asked and watched them begin to argue among themselves who would be what.

"Thanks." Law muttered, making you laugh. You bent down to his ear level.

"And you, I'll be waiting for you in the room. I got someone to cover my duties today, now I want to continue feeling what my dear fiancé can do for me." In contrast to the whispered and sexy voice that left your lips, you left a chaste kiss on Law's cheek and left towards the dorms.

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #requests open #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader

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kumezyzo · 7 months

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could you do a bf!sapnap headcanons (sfw & nsfw) seeing reader for the first time? she’s a faceless streamer and they’ve been dating for around 6 months and sapnap really wants to see her face and is reeeaaalllyyyy attracted to her, like off the charts attracted to her? <3

also can I be 🎀 anon?

thank you for requesting! ofc you can be 🎀anon 💜💜 this is very spencer reid and maeve donovan vibes

okay, note after I've fully written this, and i interpreted the 'dating for six months' as not in a relationship but talking/not technically bf!sapnap yet but is still referred to as bf!sapnap.... im sorry if that throws it off for you... or if i didnt wrote this in a way that doesnt make sense... mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap who loved hearing you speak when he didnt know what you looked like.

bf!sapnap who would send you voice messages to entice you to do the same.

bf!sapnap who hopes you get comfortable enough with him to show him your face

bf!sapnap feels his heart soar when he sees your face for the first time. he already had an image in his mind of what you looked like. but actually seeing you was ten times better.

bf!sapnap who wants to meet you as soon as he knows what you look like. not because he's superficial and wanted to wait until he saw what you looked like. but because he knows you're comfortable enough around him. he just wants to finally be able to hold you, feel you, kiss you.

bf!sapnap who just takes in your physical appearance the first time he sees you. he practically has heart eyes holding your face and hes examing everything about you from your lashes to the texture of your skin. hes seeing it for the first time in a way that isnt behind highly defined pixels.

bf!sapnap who kisses you for the first time. he feels butterflies in his stomach and his face turns bright red at the idea of being with someone as pretty as you. it makes him feel special.

bf!sapnap who thinks you look so much better in person. like the screen of his phone distorted your beauty.

bf!sapnap cant get over the way you style your clothes to fit your body, the way you hold yourself, the way you walk. he doesnt understand how someone could be so attractive.

bf!sapnap who can barely contain himself when hes around you. but he after all this time, he cant stand not being around you.

bf!sapnap who waits for you to initiate anything sexual with you. especially after experiencing you getting comfortable enough to even show him your face, he almost doesnt wait.

but he wants to be with you in such an intimate moment. his mind is wandering and he tries so hard to keep the ideas as just ideas.

bf!sapnap who tries to hold back the first time you have sex.

he's practically shaking by the time he's hovering over you, taking in your appearance in the way for the first time. he's restraining himself, keeping his head as clear as possible.

bf!sapnap who almost cums as soon as he's inside of you.

he has to think of anything else than your body, the way you moaned when he bottomed out, the way you're subconsciously squeezing him. his face is buried in your neck and taking deep breaths. but even your smell is making it hard for him.

bf!sapnap who starts fucking you slowly but doesnt change the pace. for his own sake.

"nick..." you moan softly, playing with the hair on the back of his head as he thrusts slowly. he hums into your neck. "nick... faster... please."

"shit... okay, baby..." he tells you, moving fast enough to feel different. but not enough for how long you've waited for this.

"babe... just fuck me," you whisper in his ear, hoping to get a reaction out of him. "i need you to fuck me..."

bf!sapnap who practically loses his mind at your words. It's like a switch inside of him flips. and your moans are what is fueling him to keep going.

"shit peach..." he says when he sees how your face is just as fucked out as he feels. his thighs are covered in a mixture of your cum and his. every thrust sounds wet and loud, sending butterflies straight to your core. "so fucking pretty.

bf!sapnap who has you sore and aching the next morning. but he will hold you with such a dopey smile on his face, kissing all over your soft face.

"you're so cute," he tells you when hes kissing the hickies he left on your chest. your keep whining in embarrassment, hiding your face from the way he looked up at you so lovingly.

"im sore," you tell him as he makes his way down to your thighs. he scoffs and spreads them softly, kissing your inner thighs. he smiles at how your flinch when he runs a finger through the folds of your pussy.

"youre so cute, peach."

lowkey hated my writing in this. im sorry its such ass. -nony

#sapnap #anon #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #dteam #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fluff #sapnap x streamer reader #sapnap smut #sapnap x streamer smut #smut #dream team smut #dteam smut #sapnap x reader smut #bf!sapnap #bf!sapnap smut

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You, Over the World (Solomon)

So, I wasn't satisfied with the “snow” entry in the 9days of Solomon challenge and always intended to write another fic in the challenge outside of the continuing narrative I was working on, but life had plans and I ran out of time so I dedicate this oneshot to its wonderful organiser @impish-ivy. I switched out “humanity” for “the world” in the repeating dialogues cause it sounded more dramatic lol but this should have been an entry for ‘humanity’. If the vibes are familiar, I was thinking a lot about Frieren while writing this. :))

“Would you choose the world over me?”

He mutters a yes over the verdant foliage, amongst the spring flowers that bloomed over melted snow. He says it again as he traced the petals with his fingers, his memories simmering in the past—your understanding eyes, smiling and unwavering, as if he were waiting for you to say something else.

He held his breath,

“Would you choose the world over me?”

…and he says yes again under the shade of an umbrella overlooking the horizon. He squints his eyes against the hot air blowing on his face. The unchanging view he once saw with you became unrecognisable. The sky was blue as always; the summer sun, hot and cruel as he buried his feet under the warm sand—he strained his ears to listen to your stories, but even a whisper of them had been lost in time—the weight of his choice carried away by the thrashing waves. The world over you. “The greater good”. The “logical” choice that even you understood that he had to make. He thinks this over and over until the cicadas had stopped crying, and the punishing heat of the sun hid itself away to welcome a cool, moonless sky.

With nothing but his thoughts to occupy him, he walks towards the ocean again. Aimlessly, almost dragging his feet, until he heard the currents, the salty air welcoming him as his feet touched the seawater. He hated everything about it, but he couldn't get you it off his mind–he should not even care anymore. He never cared. Everything that carried a piece of you is seafoam dissolving in the tides, and your memories were nothing but a ghost haunting him in the night.

“Would you choose the world over me?”

He was at a loss for words as he remembered the question again when a leaf fell on his face, waking him up from an unplanned nap. He was never the earliest riser. Mornings to him were nothing but extra hours of sleep, but he found himself there again despite the absence of…everything. The busy crowds haggling for bargains—cinnamon and nutmeg and the falling leaves. Your hands were on his face, slapping him gently on his cheeks to rouse him from his slumber. Your voice was admonishing yet sweet.

It's gone too, I suppose.

He thought to himself as he waited for a flea market in the forgotten park, with nothing but the dents on the pavement and fading paint telling him that it was actually there. Years ago, maybe. Relocated somewhere else. Why didn't he bother to know? He did remember a stall there that he frequented with you. A kind stranger told him they have a whole chain of restaurants now; sold to a big company after the original owner’s passing. The orange leaves crunched beneath him as he left to take another train, waiting for hours on the queue to be seated.

He ordered your favourite.

But it didn't taste anything like it.

The texture was off. Something was wrong with the taste. It was too hot and too cold at the same time. That couldn't be right, so he tried again and ordered his usual but it tasted even weirder: an amalgamation of textures and flavours that barely paid homage to its humble roots. And he wasn't even much of a gourmet.

He left, letting his eyes linger on the seated crowd: their blissful faces obviously enjoying their meal. He sighs.

“Would you choose the world over me?”

Everything was grey; the orange and yellows and reds were being buried in the cold drafts. He asks you to close the door, only to be reminded that Cocytus Hall was nothing but ruins now; earth and dust. Rotting foundations and leaking ceilings. Seen better days.

“Why have you chosen the world over me?”

He didn't know. What should he have answered you? The more time passed, the more it felt as if the hours had gotten slower and slower. His youthful face was a painful reminder of an eternity waiting for him. There was an aching that lingered in his chest that never went away. The view from outside was pure white. A light fog formed on the window as he breathed out and drew faces. He had many thoughts, but most were barely comprehensible, mangling into static noise. He stared into the distance.

It must be a beautiful day. It was warmer than a usual December, and the view from outside was breathtaking. Didn't he just make a breakthrough in his research? The Demon Prince and his butler are set to arrive in a day to honour his contributions…or something like that. He wasn't sure. It was a feat that his academic peers envied greatly, for he had yet again proven why he was called “The Wise”.

Never “The Heartful.” Not even discerning. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. There, he saw you.

“Cheer up, Solomon!”

A gloved hand that took his own. There was a question lingering in his mind as you walked through the thick snow.

“Would you let me choose the world over you?”

He couldn't remember your face. He had imagined the scenes in his head so many times, and it only worsened every cold winter he had to spend on his own.

But he had no choice.

Company was all but warm bodies that didn't seep into his soul. They laced fingers with him and whispered sweet words, but he was a phantom whose presence they couldn't even touch.

He was barely there or anywhere. See-through and paper-thin; deaf to kindness even in the face of sincerity. He remembered caring more, maybe a century ago, when he could still count the numbers of your fading presence with his fingers. But now…

…he saw you walking away again, so he pulled you back into his arms where you fit perfectly.

Where dreams were his only comfort. Where centuries and aeons felt like minutes ago, and the entire world that remained at your loss had any semblance of meaning. He held your face and pressed your lips on his, hoping all of what he couldn't say would reach you,

“I wish I didn't.”

…even if it's too late.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me fic

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