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cinnbar-bun · 4 months

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Affinity (Various OP Characters x Reader)

Characters: Brook, Buggy, Beckman, Crocodile, Zoro, Mihawk, Corazon, Shanks, Law

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~4k

A/n: Reader is GN! I kinda made this after hearing about a special thing in my religion, and decided I wanted to do this. I of course made it more romantic in nature than the original idea goes, but hey, romance! I had my followers choose 7 originally but it went to 9, which is a very lucky number in my religion so maybe it was a sign? Who knows! Please enjoy <3

Tagging: @fanaticsnail @gingernut1314 @undeadeurydice @i-am-vita @kiribuchi @therosietoesy (sorry, I forgot who asked for Law my bad)

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There is a belief that before you are born, you were once a soul that had existed with other souls. Souls who had an affinity for each other would find that affinity carried in their time as a human. Souls who repelled each other would find that distaste carried over as well. Perhaps it was preordained, fate, destiny- whatever you’d call it. Regardless, it seems your soul has met with someone who once had an affinity for you…

Brook

Being an undead figure unable to pass on was not what Brook had in mind. In some ways, he was grateful for another chance at life, another chance to do what he previously was too dead to finish. Albeit, being a pile of bones did have its drawbacks.

While he could still function and do things many humans did, fact was, he was anything but. One look at him would easily make him stand out as something like a freak of nature.

Skeletons cannot love and be loved like a human. He could hold, but could not be held like a human. Admittedly, it had bothered him on occasion, but he always tried to brush it off with a simple hum or shrug. After all, he had his friends and crewmates- and he had a promise to continue fighting for. That should be enough.

But he couldn’t stop his eyes (if he had any) from wandering… couldn’t stop the way his mind wondered…

Just what could it be like if I too could fall in love?

Ah, but that’s such a silly thing for a skeleton to consider. Who could ever love the undead remains of someone long forgotten?

He’d practically given up on such silly notions like love or a relationship- it didn’t fit his current predicament.

So Brook focused on his music and his performances instead. He held up his violin and decided to waste some time on this sunny day playing for his audience of a few blue birds chirping at this green park. It was beautiful and reminded him of his day with the Rumbar Pirates- agh, nostalgia was always his weakest attribute, he thinks.

His fingers drift along the strings of the instrument, peacefully playing his weary heart away. He doesn’t recognize he has another guest until he hears slow clapping.

“What?” He turns his head, surprised to see you on the bench, smiling and clapping.

“That was lovely,” you comment. Time slows still and your eyes meet, shining (e/c) eyes with hollow black sockets.

If he had skin, perhaps he would’ve been red or sweating buckets. As a skeleton, he was not able to do things. But Brook was still a man through and through, and he couldn’t help but freeze at seeing the way your eyes were soft and full of admiration.

“I’m glad you thought so. Music is my pride and joy.”

“I can tell,” you reply. “I felt like I forgot to breathe for a moment when I heard that. I’m sorry for watching, though, if you weren’t looking for an audience.”

“N-no, actually it was…” he was too caught up in the way his soul was resonating and burning within him. “I appreciate it actually. Would you like me to play a song for you?”

“Would you? I’d love to hear more!”

Buggy

Buggy never believed in things like soulmates or fairy tales or blah blah blah- it was all junk! The only thing he ever could trust was treasure- shiny, bright, treasure! What else did a pirate need or want?

Is what he would say out loud- Buggy, even at a young age, was secretly a romantic who refused to let himself be swept up in the sentiment. When him and Shanks would sail together on Roger’s ship, Shanks would often ask what he thought about love.

Unlike Buggy, Shanks was pretty honest and confident about his assertions. Buggy would stumble and try to keep the bravado up, pretending as if he didn’t secretly yearn for a person who could look past his red nose and maybe possibly sorta kinda like him? Was that too much to ask? If you were Buggy, the answer was yes, because he would never allow himself the chance to be soft or vulnerable with someone. Especially not when he was already so sensitive about his looks and attitude. The thought of letting his guard down to be loved terrified him- what if they left? What if they made fun of him, too?

It was just too much for his fragile ego, so he brushed it aside and continued his hunt for treasure.

“Now where the hell am I?” He yelled, tilting the map in his hand left and right, as if that would somehow make his destination clearer. “Kinda crappy treasure map is this?”

He glared and shoved the map back in his pocket as he stomped around this town. He hadn’t ever bothered to come to this place before, so everything was new for him. He glared at the kids who were pointing at his nose to scare them off (mission accomplished), but his foul attitude still didn’t lessen.

As Buggy turned a corner, he accidentally rammed into someone. They shrieked, and his hat fell off his face and covered his eyes.

“Watch it, will ya? I’m walkin’ he…” he pushed his hat back up and came face to face with perhaps the most gorgeous person he’s ever met. His mouth was wide open, gawking at you as you gave an apologetic smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t see you there,” you said sheepishly.

“Y-yeah it’s… it’s cool. No biggie,” he mumbled in a daze.

“Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he returned to normal. “I mean, yeah, totally.”

You chuckle at his behavior, and something within Buggy’s chest makes it feel like there’s a million butterflies flapping inside his ribcage. He can’t help the dumb grin on his face as he laughs along.

“Sorry again, sir. I’ll keep an eye out for you next time,” you wink and begin walking away, making Buggy flabbergasted. N-next time? Was that a promise? He didn’t even realize what he was thinking before he turned around and tried to jog back to you.

“H-hey, wait up-!”

Beckman

Beckman was fairly ambivalent to the idea of a “soulmate” or “affinity”. Sure, he humored his often childish captain with those notions, but the fact was, Beckman was simply a sailor at heart. He didn’t think being “stuck” to someone was the life he wanted, and he was fairly sure a sane, rational person would not want to be the lover of a first mate to perhaps one of the most infamous pirate crews on the sea.

Now, this would imply you were sane and rational, and this would also imply that he was also not a sucker for you. Perhaps that was what made him attracted to you in the first place, or maybe it was something that gave him the idea that his captain wasn’t so off base.

When it came to you, Beckman was eager, a bit too eager, the others would joke. Whenever you called, he came running and answering like a loyal servant. Whenever you wrote, his lips would form a large smile while he refused to let the others look at the letter you sent. Whenever he was away from you for long periods of time, he drank a bit too much.

It was common place enough for the others to notice and tease him about, even if Beckman was adamant there was nothing there. You guys were just… friends, or something ambiguous like that. You didn’t need a label for your relationship. This was completely normal, you were normal, he was normal- nothing was out of the ordinary, so if they would please stop asking and make him confront those pesky feelings he-

Maybe he had a problem. He never felt this way for anyone else he encountered. You knew of his philandering, not seeming to care all that much, but damn it, even he couldn’t continue that streak because his mind would get occupied with you, you, you. Love was too complicated. Maybe this was the alcohol talking. Or Shanks getting in his head about “souls being attuned” or whatever spiritual jazz the red-haired captain would spout.

No, it really made sense, all things considered. There was no one else but you to make him quit fooling around with others on the islands he stopped at. There was no one else but you who invaded his thoughts, who plagued him day and night with those eyes, that smile, the way you hated that red cologne he once bought and-

Oh dear god, he was deep into this, wasn’t he?

Crocodile

Love? Spirits? Souls? Soulmates?

Yeah right, add that to the list of stupid things weak poets say to make their miserable lives have some meaning. You could jump through a million hoops to try and blame encounters and relationships on things like “destiny” or “fate”. To a man like Crocodile, however, “destiny” was just something he could control. Whether through bribes of money or through making them submit with his fearsome powers, “destiny” was nothing but another means of his affluence.

Only those who were weak and had nothing could not control their lives.

Something like love was a crutch used by those who had nothing to pretend they did. What was love to power? What was love to wealth? To fame? To greatness?

Love was the longest-running scam that Crocodile almost could be impressed with, if not for the fact that the sentiment around love made him want to gag.

Except, now he was actively looking for jewelry to buy you, flowers to deliver to your doorstep, and outfits to clothe you in for when you visited him.

It was almost disgusting how Crocodile was eagerly awaiting for your next arrival, for when he could be able to see you on the street or at his casino so he could see that face he adored so much. Those eyes that made him want to melt, that voice that echoed in his head, that smile that made him want to have an image of you adorned on his wall so he could always see it.

Something, he could never place what it was, drew him to you. Something made you seem to stand out to him in ways that no other could. He was Crocodile- world famous business man and pirate- he had no shortage of people throwing themselves at him or fearing him. Only to you was he trying his luck attempting to woo you to give him that look he loved. Only for you was he making excuse after excuse to continue seeing you, lying over and over that he had a reason to use you, that it was just a part of some master plan.

He exhaled another puff of his cigar and rubbed his temples.

Gods, why was he acting this way? He was Crocodile. Not a lovesick teenage boy, not some lonely man, not some simpering-

“Sir, (Y/n) has arrived.” His ears perked up as he quickly slicked back his hair.

“Is that so? Send them up,” he orders, grabbing his expensive cologne to spray onto him again.

Zoro

Zoro had never heard of the idea of soulmates or anything like that. When one lives, breathes, and dies by the sword, something like “soulmates” is just comical. He doesn’t need love to become the best swordsman. He didn’t need love to teach him how to pick up a sword and kill another with it. That was, in fact, the complete opposite of love.

Survival of the fittest, he thought. Nothing more, nothing less. You kill for bounties, bounties that pay, pay that gives you a chance to eat food. Nothing more to it. He never did more than he needed to, never worked harder for anything outside of his sword training and hunting. What else did a swordsman need to live?

He was currently drinking his fill at a local tavern of some random village he washed out upon. He didn’t care to get names, not when he was always moving, always killing, always leaving. “Zoro” was a passing chance encounter few got to ever meet or understand. He was fine with that. A bounty hunter didn’t need attachments. A bounty hunter definitely didn’t need someone weighing him down.

At the tavern, a few rowdy pirates were acting up. Yelling obscenities, throwing food and liquor at one another, making rude gestures- nothing out of the ordinary for drunk pirates. Zoro had no business with them, so he ignored them, continuing to order pint after pint.

It wasn’t until he heard a crash that he looked up. You were angrily yelling at one of the pirates who threw a drink at you, and his mates were drawing their weapons. It was clear you were outnumbered, so you looked around the bar for anyone that would help.

Normally, Zoro wouldn’t bother, figuring you dug your own grave by messing with pirates like that. However, when he glanced to your eyes, he found himself… staring. Lost. Entranced?

He didn’t know why he felt like he should protect you, but he always had a good intuition when it came to these sorts of things. He sighed, placed his mug down, then stood up, drawing his swords from their sheathes.

“Zoro,” he stated. A rare thing for him to admit so casually to a normal person. The pirates heard his name and shriveled up in fear. Zoro didn’t pay them any mind, instead tapping his sword against his shoulder impatiently. “Need me to shut these guys up?”

Mihawk

If you had asked a young Mihawk about love, he would have most certainly called you a fool for daring to think of such illogical things instead of focusing on one’s own strength and potential. While he had heard of the sentiments about love and soulmates before, he didn’t place much value into it. Love was a distraction from the training he could have done. Love was a waste of time. Love was just for weak-minded people who let themselves be vulnerable or gentle with another. Love wasn’t for people like him.

Which was why he was now trying to instill the opposite into his foolhardy protege, Zoro. Yes, yes, unfortunately, Mihawk was proven wrong from his earlier ways of thinking, and ever since then, he’s been doing his best to be a good man for you.

“I didn’t think a guy like you would have a partner…” Zoro would mumble.

“Of course I would. Do I not look like a suitable husband?” Mihawk replied as he was sipping his wine. “A marriage is only an aspect of your training and power.”

“How does cooking dinner help you train?” Zoro raised a brow, not believing a word.

“If you cannot handle a routine for even the most mundane and domestic of tasks, you cannot expect to be disciplined enough to train. If you think something like making your love a cup of tea or folding laundry is too hard or not worthy enough, you are not worthy enough to hold a sword.”

Zoro nodded, impressed by Mihawk’s reasoning (or maybe impressed at how you somehow made the world’s greatest swordsman so whipped and happy to make you dinner).

“Well, when you put it like that,” Zoro scratched his cheek, looking back at his mentor to see him staring at you longingly from the window. You and Perona were outside picking some of the vegetables at the garden, an activity you insisted upon doing despite Mihawk’s protests. You and the young lady were joking and laughing about something Perona said, and Mihawk sighed.

“Something wrong?” Zoro asked, unsure what Mihawk was thinking with his stoic appearance.

“No, not at all,” Mihawk shook his head, taking another sip.

“Then why did you sigh like that?” Zoro questioned. A smirk grew on Mihawk’s lips as he chuckled, continuing to look at you. You… you who were so special, who had become the apple of his eye, his strength, his joy, his passion.

“Oh, you wouldn’t understand it right now, my student,” Mihawk closed his eyes. “Fate is… it’s simply a humorous thing.”

Corazon

He always was a sensitive soul, despite his outer appearance and harsh exterior. But even as a child, Law could tell something was up with Corazon.

“Why are you always looking at them?” Law grumpily asked, folding his arms and raising a brow at his benefactor.

“Hm? At who?” Corazon dumbly responded, cigarette in his lips.

“You know who I mean! Don’t act stupid!” Law shouted. Corazon chuckled and exhaled the smoke.

“Sorry, gotta be more specific.”

Of course, Corazon knew who Law was referring to. It wasn’t like Corazon had hidden his affection for you, but that was for another time. You were something special, something that Corazon yearned for but could never have. Not when Doflamingo’s influence was so large and looming over his life. But even if Corazon himself could not love you so freely, he always did like to tell the young boy stories. Of course, Law, being a jaded little boy, had never really given thought to such things like “soulmates” or “souls knowing each other”. That was stupid and impossible.

Corazon liked to believe, though. It comforted him. It made him feel happy that, hey, even if this life perhaps didn’t work out for him and you, at least he had known you before. At least he was able to see you again. At least he got you in his life for a moment, even if it would end in nothing but heartache and pain. At he least, for just a bit, he got to see that smile, those eyes, and feel your hands over his.

It made his life a little less hard, a little less dull. The romanticism that despite Doffy meddling in his life, Corazon still had a chance with you, was meant to know and be with you… well, that was plenty enough for him. It made him happier, too, knowing Law was perhaps a soul he was acquainted with before. It made him feel like he was always going to be guaranteed love and kindness with you and Law, even if the world was unkind to him.

Yes, this new family he had found was perhaps where he belonged the most. With you and Law by his side, there was nothing more he could ask for.

Shanks

“You’re obsessed.”

“Am not!” Shanks yelled childishly at Beckman, before turning back to face the island they were planning on docking at soon. The wide smile on his face made it clear he was beyond excited to be there, and the other men chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on running off to see em?” Yassop asked, knowing the answer.

“Oh, stop bugging about it! It’s just a little reunion with (Y/n), not anything crazy,” Shanks waved off. He breathed into his palm and winced at the smell of his breath. “Crap, does anyone have any mouthwash?”

“I don’t think anything can get that stench out. If they hadn’t run away cuz of your smell before, I think you’re good now!”

“Haha, very funny guys. Besides, it’s just between friends. Nothing weird.”

Of course, that was a bit of a fib, but who doesn’t tell little white lies? Surely he’d be forgiven for saying that by whomever was possibly in charge of making this happen?

Shanks, even with his overwhelming power and influence, did believe in superstition. It would be foolish not to, especially in such a dangerous world that a pirate inhabits. Sure, some of them were old wive’s tales from scared-straight sailors, but he did find them having some merit. He didn’t like to discount the seemingly impossible, not when it made even the most outlandish things possible.

He believed it was fate he got to meet Buggy and be a part of Roger’s crew. He believed it fate he met little Luffy in Foosha Village. He also believed it was fate he saved you that day. Some things just “made sense” like that to Shanks. It certainly made his life more interesting while also giving him a chance to bother you as always.

“Oh, come on, you can’t really kick out your soulmate, can you?” Shanks would tease.

“Soulmate?” You laugh. “Is this your attempt at proposing to me?”

“Hey, if you’d like it to be, I can absolutely make it happen,” Shanks replied, an earnest look in his eyes. You smile at him- crap, how do you always manage to make him ache and miss you? It’s gotta be fate, because no way could anyone have his heart in tight vice like this.

“Well… if you’re insisting, Captain,” you begin, smirking at him. “Why not take me with you? As your soulmate.”

Shanks’s eyes widened and the look on his face was a mixture of bewilderment and excitement.

“You know I can always make room for you,” he answered, trying to steady himself.

“Good. Although, we could share a room.”

“You drive a hard bargain, dear,” he chugs his rum. “Cheers to us!”

Law

Since he was a young boy, Law always tried to remain by himself. You couldn’t really trust anyone in a world of piracy and violence like that. Corazon, of course, always recommended otherwise. He even shared stories about a place where souls all were together.

It didn’t sound plausible or even remotely make sense. How would you even know if your soul was supposedly affiliated with someone?

It had been years since those days and the loss of Corazon, and even though he tried his hardest not to, Law still kept those stories in his mind. They were pointless and silly, but they were something Corazon believed wholeheartedly, even saying it was a miracle he got to meet a young Law. In some ways, Law felt somewhat similarly.

Love wasn’t for someone like Law. Too damaged, too cold, too logical, too afraid to ever let that feeling grow. It was how he stayed and remained for his life, and how he was planning on operating for the rest of time.

Until you, quite literally, crashed into him.

Jeez, you had to be a pest. Or a virus. Or a parasite. Something like that, but gosh, you were contagious. When you smiled, he found himself wanting to smile back. When you talked, he found himself thinking over every word you spoke in great detail. Maybe he was overthinking things, maybe when you said you were happy to have met him that was just you being friendly. Or something.

Almost always his mind drifted to you, feeling a certain way for you that he didn’t feel with the others in his crew or from the Straw Hats. You were different.

Perfect? Maybe. Definitely too good for someone like him, he’d think. But even with that self-loathing and apprehension, he found himself being drawn to you like a magnet.

Cora, if this is what you meant before…

Damn it, now he was letting things like soulmates and affinity cloud his judgment. He was a grown man, not a young boy, he didn’t need those silly delusions and ideas growing in his head and making him think he had a chance with you.

“Tora-o!” Luffy called. “Come here!!”

“No,” Law grumbled.

“Law,” you asked right after. “Do you mind helping me with this?”

“...yes,” he replied, stoically walking up to you to see what your problem was. Luffy gawked and pouted from the side, while a few of the others chuckled at Law.

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apollos-olives · 6 months

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i really liked hearing you talking about the geography of the west bank. id love to hear more about what you love about palestine if you want to talk about it. if not i hope u have a good day! i’m sorry anons are being so weird to you and i hope this ask doesn’t cross any boundaries

i've talked about a lottt of different things i love about palestine, but i can talk a bit more about the old city in nablus if you'd like :)

the old city is where you go if you want to find anything and everything. there are hundreds of shops and vendors and you get to meet so many different people and experience so many different things, it's so cool. over the shops and buildings are decorations and long cloths and banners that are colored in so many different ways, and they provide shade on hot days and sometimes the colors reflect off of the buildings and the ground so everywhere you go you're engulfed in bright and beautiful colors as you walk through the streets.

you can find a lot of different shops there, and they usually have huge portions of their products on display so you can pick and choose personally and serve yourself on what you'd like to buy. people who sell spices or nuts have HUGE bags of them and you get to grab a plastic kilo bag and fill up as much as you'd like. people who sell candy and gummies do the same thing, so you get to choose however much you want to fill up your bag. my family almost never is able to eat gummies where we live because it's not halal, so whenever we're in palestine we fill up kilos upon kilos of gummies in bags so we can take them back home and eat them :)) my uncle says the gummies they sell in palestine aren't halal either but whatever man where is the whimsy 😔😔 let us have this. the last time my dad went, he came back with a kilo bag of gummies after i asked him to bring some when he returned, so for months i kept the bag of gummies and slowly ate them. i finished the bag a while ago but i loveeeee gummies and whenever i find ones i'm allowed to eat, i'm very excited about it. i cannot escape my inner child.

there are many refreshments that you can find too. in the summers lots of vendors sell ice cream and slushies (as most places do, i assume) and different juices, one of them is 'tamar hindi' which is a drink you'll often see around ramadan and eid. there are stores that sell different pickled vegetables in barrels, and they'll even let you take some out directly and eat them so you can taste and choose which ones you prefer. of course there are lots of food places, but ohhhh my god there was one shawarma place in nablus that i went to that had the BEST shawarma i've ever eaten in my life. like by FAR it was one of the most delicious things i've ever eaten in my entire life and i'm not exaggerating. i yearn for a shawarma as good as the one i had in nablus. wallahi it was genuinely mind blowing. yall don't understand how good it was. i cry and sob over it all the time.

you can also find lots of clothes!! from our traditional palestinian abayas to modern t-shirts, you can find tons. a lot of the stuff that is sold in palestinian territories is bootleg, because real brands are hard to find their way in through the occupation. because of that, some of the more "modern" stuff is really low quality. i bought a belt from the old city and only was able to wear it once before it literally crumbled in my hands. it CRUMBLED. for 50 shekel too 😭😭😭 absolute shame. that's why i think it's more reliable to buy the traditional stuff, like tatreez designs, because at least that stuff is actually real.

there are jewlery shops too!! they're full of gorgeous designs and you can often find evil eye jewelry in a lot of places. i absolutely love the evil eye design and i have a lotttt of evil eye jewelry. some muslims disapprove though, but whatever. i just think it looks nice. i like its meaning too. interesting stuff to me.

palestinians use different types of currencies too!! we often use the israeli shekel, but that's slowly becoming out of use 🤷‍♂️ but we also use the jordanian dinar, and we even use american dollars, usd, to buy stuff.

OH LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE KNAFEH SHOP !! nablus is famous for knafeh. we're like. THE knafeh city. there's a very VERY famous old white-bearded man who owns the famous knafeh shop of nablus and you can almost always find him every day making knafeh. his place always has a huge amount of people there, watching him as he makes the knafeh right in front of them and then serves it out to everyone. genuinely THE knafeh of all time. him and his knafeh are a very cherished part of our city.

i'm sure there are MANY more things i can go on about, but i hope this was interesting to you! thank you for asking :)

#palestine

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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months

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Hi BPP, lemme pick your beautiful brain abit if you don’t mind. So i think it is really beautiful that jikook decided to enlist together using the buddy program. But no matter how much i think about it, i can’t seem to figure out why they decided to do that if they are not more than friends. Don’t get me wrong, i am not saying that people who are just friends cannot do the buddy program, no, they definitely can and they have in the past but my thing is, with the way almost everyone was kinda convinced that jikook had grown distant and were not as close anymore in chapter two, how do u explain them choosing to go together, being joined at the hip for 18 months? Plus they have to have talked about this at some point way before they applied. So while many of us sat here thinking they were not as close anymore, they were making plans to enlist together as buddies? Why would they even consider this if they weren’t really close to each other and if they were still so close to each other enough to consider using this option, why did they both sometimes act like they were a little distant?

I can understand not wanting things to be so obvious but u could really tell that Jimin especially seemed very…, i dunno, different about Jk in chapter two. I don’t know of i’m making alot of sense rn or if u even understand where i’m coming from (i hope u do) but i’d love to hear what u think.

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Oh god. I wish you sent me this ask an hour ago when I was still sober because I really want to answer this right this moment but there's at least 6 fingers of Lagavulin in me. Sorry in advance for whatever you read below - I've been told I ramble and I'm more of a cunt when I'm intoxicated.

I want to say I told you so. It was clear that whatever distance jikook showed in Chapter 2 was self-imposed. It looked like a caricature of what an actual breakup would look like, in my opinion. And mind you, I've never been certain that jikook are dating. They might not be and it wouldn't make a real difference to what we've all observed them to be: something more to each other than whatever is normal.

Any distance that showed in Chapter 2 was simply spatial. The way I saw it, Chapter 2 was a period for each member to present themselves to the world as individuals. It's something I believe every member took extremely seriously. It's possibly one reason Jungkook agonized over his album to the point Bang PD intervened and we thankfully got Golden. Chapter 2 was a big deal for them. Necessary. At the same time, all the boys know the narratives they have in the fandom. They know there's a faction of fans who believe either Jimin or Jungkook uses the other to remain popular in the fandom, they likely know most of the least flattering ones floating around. They know external critics are also likely to conflate their individual efforts and motives, whether positively or negatively.

I think it was important for every member to present themselves as a singular artist in Chapter 2, and this was even moreso for jikook because of their reputation of being stuck at the hip and/or overly dependent on each other. So on one hand I think they were more careful about showing their intimacy because of external critics and perceptions, but I also think they did it for themselves. They've always had lives outside each other and they had things they needed to pay attention to in any case, with enlistment looming over the horizon.

But now that it's happened, it feels very obvious that if they had the chance to do the Buddy program, they'd do it. I think part of what you're asking Anon, is which came first - did they decide to 'appear distant' in Chapter 2 before they decided to enlist together? Or was it afterwards?

Personally, I don't think it matters much which came first. They have always and always were going to choose each other. Jikook excite me because they are literally always jikooking. I'm not sure if people think I'm joking whenever I say it, but I mean it when I say I don't worry one second about those lads because they are always jikooking.

Even while they were apparently not so close in Chapter 2, some of those times they looked tormented. What was Jungkook thinking going live, just to stare at Jimin's tattooed chest in SMF Pt 2?

What was that bit with JK naked in bed and Jimin saying he could handle him? Jikook were messy as hell during their supposed 'distance' in Chapter 2 lool. Whether or not they were fucking a girl on the side makes no difference to how I think about what's gone down in the last 18 months, and it likely won't influence what I think of them during the next 18 months.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook

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emmkitt · 3 months

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me:im never gonna post ever agajn… also me:erm hi guys

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SO, im gonna be raffling thes guys off! sorry theres a bit of reading, but dont worry!! you gots plenty of time to read it all :3!!

rules::

-you MUST have a Toyhouse account! this is how i keep track of designs, and by keeping the character on toyhouse i’ll be able to make sure the design isnt stolen. That being said, if you dont currently have a toyhouse account you can still enter!! if you win, i’ll give you a code so you can make an account! (it takes like 2 seconds its ez peasy i promise lmao). I have plenty of codes so don’t feel like you cant participate if you dont have an account hdhd

-PLEASE only enter using one account. I know tumblr is funky and you can like make a morbillion different sideblogs, im relying on the honor system here… I don’t wanna make a rule like ‘if your oldest post isnt older than a week, you cannot enter’ cause i know sometimes people just. dont post. lmao. and that wouldnt be fair to them. I want everyone to have an equal chance, don’t ruin it for everyone else by entering multiple times……please… i beg of thee…

-I don’t really have a strict design ownership terms of service. basically just dont use my designs to spread hate that’s all i ask. idc if you resell or trade or change up the design or whatever just. just dont be a jerk about it. (also spare my poor fragile heart and dont just enter to win the design and resell it…. i want these to hopefully go to people who actually plan to use the design. I understand sometimes you just cant get attached and that’s fine, but if your sole intention is to resell….. yer gonna make poor lil ol me cry…)

-You’ll automatically be entered for each design, however you will only be able to win a maximum of one. If there’s any in the group that you for sure think you will not want/use, just let me know in your reblog! I wont be upset about that!

-Since there’s only four, I won’t be able to give everyone who enters a design :[, if you think you’ll get upset if you don’t win please don’t enter.

-if you have any questions at all just leave a comment and i’ll try to get back to you asap :]!

to enter::

all ya gotta do is reblog! maybe include a random fun fact, or your favorite object show character, or a recommendation for a movie to watch, or literally ANYTHING, entertain me with your rambles!!!! (not required though of course) (also you will totally not bribe me with floory rambles/fun facts I WILL NOT GIVE IN!!!!/silly)

Please please be sure to only reblog once! It’ll make it easier for me to sort through everything!!

no other requirements! u dont gotta like this or comment or be following me just reblogging is all ya gotta do!!

The raffle ends and i will choose winners on March 2nd at 4:00 CST (my timezone yay!!) (it may end a bit later if i end up forgetting … hopefully i wont)

if you will need a toyhouse code if you win you can include that in your reblog just so I’m aware ahead of time!! it will not impact your chances to win… im literally drowning in codes.. take them.. plea…s

I THINK THATS IT??? sorry its a long post but if yall can make it through 40,000 words of gay fanfic you can make it through my 200 word ramble/SILLY

#osc #object shows #object design #raffle #I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO TAG!!!

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stuckinapril · 9 months

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im an ex muslim who still lives in a muslim majority country in west asia and my culture is interwoven with islam deeply, and unfortunately i deal with people like your anon very often online BUT i’ve never seen anyone else whos not a muslim handle these stuff as well as you do. im really sorry you’re dealing with all this but also thank you so so much for making it such a safe space here. you are such a good person and i hope every blessing you deserve finds you 💛

you’re welcome babe!! i’m not muslim, but my mom is & it makes my blood boil that people would dare speak of arabs/islam like that. that anon literally sent an ask like “u pretend this is ur persona but ur arabic” as if being “arabic” is a personality trait to begin w?? as if arabs do not have the right to have a personality that goes beyond just their religion???? it makes me fucking LIVID for my mom who is an educated engineer/the smartest & most beautiful woman i know, my uncle who has an md/phd and plays in the orchestra, my great uncle who is a renowned surgeon etc etc the ignorance just runs so deep and it’s disgusting. it’s like being muslim (or arab even) cannot coexist with being open-minded, with enjoying things, w having preferences, w literally just having space as a person like other people do.

not that i owe that anon an explanation, but im literally an american girl who was raised under the roof of a very liberal mom. maybe i’m not a common case, but my mom is very lax / allowed me to choose between religion or no religion / allowed me to wear whatever i want / allowed me to move out at my discretion bc she knows i’m an adult who can make her own choices. so offensive that they literally generalize arabs to the point that every arab girl has to still be living w her parents / unable to experience anything. it’s such a stereotype & it icks me out beyond what words could say. not every arab girl is a caged bird. not every arab parent is a dictator. “arab” is not just one entity—people engage with the culture in different ways, to varying degrees.

i know sweet & smart & beautiful women who wear the hijab & are more than what that anon could ever hope to be & have the right to step on them. it did not pass me that the moment i revealed i had an arab heritage, that anon started sending racist asks / claiming i’m lesser than other people / making absolutist statements about how i live my life. literally an actual racist in my inbox. it’s just this one anon tbh everyone else is great, but they’ve been super persistent & that tells me it’s rooted in racism. it cannot be anything else. they do not know enough about me for it to be about me as a person—to them i’m just an arab entity that has to be made to feel lesser than.

i’m sorry you have to deal w this love :( this blog will alwayssss be a safe space. always. i love you

#so done w all the harmful stereotypes & jokes. arab culture is so rich #it’s the last thing that deserves to be reduced to this #ask

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blazingstar24 · 20 days

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*cough cough* Uhhhhhh lol here’s the Ludinus fic no one asked for but me. And yeah u know it’s RQ is Lud’s mother theory truther time up in this house all the time:

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The Moon of Ill Omen was high in the sky and the beautiful borealis of ley lines painted new paths. Everyone else was celebrating the solstice, but Ludinus stood beneath the town, staring at the crystal. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a raven flutter down. He smiled but did not turn to greet it. Of course only now she would come.

“You cannot stop me. Did you honestly expect me of all people to be hindered by you and your brethren’s obfuscation of knowledge?” he murmured.

The raven cawed softly but her voice was clear in his mind.

“You do not know what you are doing, the path you are heading down. Stop this.

Ludinus scoffed. “Any path away from your weave is preferable.”

The raven peaked at his hand, drawing blood. He let it run down his hand, no longer red but an odd almost oil like iridescent sheen to it.

“Look at what you’ve become. Cease this tantrum, you still have yet to choose where this all ends.”

“Do I? I believe that matter currently still lies in your hands.”

Ludinus wiped away the blood onto his robes and gestured to the crystal. He smiled, a vicious sight. His eyes still not meeting the raven’s directly.

“Let us be honest with each other for once. This little house call is nothing but a farce. What you call a tantrum, I call liberation. You’re afraid that I’m about to break free from your chains.“

He opened his mouth to say more but then felt a sharp tugging in his chest. It took his breath away and nearly sent him to his knees. The raven’s eyes were glowing gold and all the shadows in the room began to grow larger. A golden thread spilled out from his chest and again that sharp tugging sensation rippled through him. Ludinus let out a small hiss and snarled at the bird.

“Silence, child! You know nothing of this world, much less the truth of it.”

“And whose fault is that?” he growled, dropping to his knees from the pain.

The raven looked sadly down at the thread still spooling out of the elf’s chest. He glared at the bird, pushing down the flutter of anxiety. She wouldn’t dare kill him. A small traitorous part of his mind wanted her to, if only to know her touch again.

“I should have never let this get so long. It would be a mercy to kill you now.”

“Then cut it.”

The raven sighed. A sound a normal bird should not have been able to make.

“No. Your path is set. You have woven yourself into the tapestry of Exandria. To cull you now may unravel the entire thing.”

The raven flapped its wings and a feather landed on the thread still spooling. A rush of warmth flooded him and a long sealed memory unlocked in his mind. Ludinus growled, but it came out more like a whine.

“Get out of my head.” he said, voice wobbling more than he would have liked.

“He will not be any better than I was. And for that I am sorry.”

The raven disappeared into the shadows and the thread dissolved. Ludinus shakily got to his feet and stepped towards the crystal. He placed his hands on it and channeled his arcana.

“You will be.”

****

Gelvaan was quite a quaint town, but there was a subtle beauty to it. Liliana had wanted to see her home one last time and Ludinus was more than willing to give her this. It was a wish they shared. He waited patiently upon as a hill as he watched her invisibly walk through the town, through the fields, and down to the stables where a purple haired teen brushed the horses.

This was no surprise to him, she had confided to him about her daughter. Still an uncomfortable feeling squirmed inside his chest as he watched Liliana stand just outside of the stable doors, silently watching over her child.

A bird cried out and he tensed, but didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to.

“Your days are numbered.” he said, no emotion, just matter of fact. But his hand was tightly clenched around his staff.

“We shall see. You should let her go.” the raven said, equally calm.

“She’s made her choice and I will make her sacrifice worth it.”

“And if I said I felt the same?”

Ludinus’s grip tightened. “It doesn’t matter now. Your death is drawing near.”

The raven laughed. “A little elfling I knew once claimed nothing was worth losing what you are asking of her.”

“Well that child no longer exist, does he now?”

“I’m not so sure.”

The wind grew cold. His gaze didn’t leave Liliana’s visage. The purple haired woman was trailing behind her daughter who was taking the horses out to the fields. He watched as the girl tripped over a root and stumbled. Liliana moved to catch her but then stopped herself. The girl dusted herself off and laughed to herself, brushing the mane of the startled horse. Liliana drew away and met his gaze.

“Let her go.”

Ludinus chuckled softly. “Would you have gone back? Or are we both to live vicariously through her?”

“She has a choice and you are taking it from her.”

Ludinus’s gaze finally ripped away from Liliana and met the raven’s golden eyes.

“You had a choice too. This is nothing more than a dying woman’s regrets. Liliana chose to stay by my side, do not project your path onto her.”

“Then you will take her down with you. You and that abomination in the sky.” The raven said, tone growing as cold as the wind.

“No. I will set her free from you and every other god who tries to claim lordship over us. Let this be my final words to you, Mother.”

Ludinus gestured towards Rudius, eyes flashing with wrathful anger and a brief spark of long held pain.

“Good riddance. May Predathos take you swiftly.”

He walked away and down to meet Liliana. The raven flapped its wings and let out a soft caw. Her voice was still ringing in his mind as Liliana approached. He willed his heart to slow.

“May your death grant you the peace you are searching for, my child.”

****

In a bright red flash, Ludinus arrived back in Exandria. He internally sighed as his thoughts drifted to the task ahead. Incompetent fools had forced him to go to Aeor himself. He waved away the Vanguard soldiers as he descended the Malleus Key. His gaze drifting to the orb that was the Champion of Ravens.

He paused for a moment and then placed a hand on it. It vibrated slightly with the force of the half-elf’s screams.

“I do regret that we never had the chance to formally chat, champion. I think we would have had a lot to discuss.”

Ludinus’s gaze drifted to the skies. Not a raven in sight. He felt a flutter of triumphant spite and then a stab of disappointment which he buried. He wondered if he would ever stop simultaneously wanting her attention and for her to leave him alone.

“She rallies her forces but I’m afraid she will not be coming to help you. But you knew that already didn’t you?”

He paced back and forth along the Key, ignoring the glances of the soldiers.

“She never does unless it serves her. How many times have you asked for her aid? She hears you but chooses not to come.”

Ludinus let out a laugh that bordered on hysterical. “Even as your world is burning and you lay there half dead, she won’t come. Champion, did she say she cared for you? I know your story, Vax’ildan. The Raven Queen chooses a certain type of people to bestow her care upon.

He ran a hand down the side of the orb. For a brief moment, he did not know if the reflection was his or the champion’s. Maybe once, a lifetime ago, the idea that her champions looked just like him gave him hope. But now it curdled his blood with contempt and bitterness.

“All you wanted was to protect your loved ones, but see Champion, she doesn’t like doing that herself so why should you get to do so? I am sorry that this is how things must be.”

Ludinus’s gaze returned to the sky. No more of this. He had a job to do.

Just as his watery blue teleport blinked him to the snow covered land of Eisselcross, a single black feather dropped from the sky.

#ludinus da'leth #cr fic #lmao look this idea has been in my head for so long #i just needed to write it all out #the ludinus brainrot is real lmao

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solarwynd · 4 months

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I’m sorry if you find it strange but u want to share this with someone.

Today was so eye-opening day for me actually. You know, I’ve been a fan of BTS for 1,5 year now, but three months ago I followed pjm accounts and started this path. Today I’ve tried to recollect why did I choose to be like this?

I’ve remembered that it was when I argued with old adjuma about Jimin and his talent on YouTube. She said so many disgusting things about him under each good comment about him, it made me so angry.

And I got that you cannot be an army with Jimin as your bias. It’s only one way - if you really, truly love Jimin the only way of sincerely loving him is to be PJM. I tried to be army and biasing Jimin, but it failed because you have to live with trashy nasty taekookers that hate on Jimin 24/7, have to deal with hate from fans of hyung line that diminish Jimin’s talent - Jimin is not the best dancer because dance leader is Hoseok, Jimin means nothing for Serendipity because Rm wrote it etc. they don’t even care for him enough to DEFEND him from antis, pushing weird narratives about him without even knowing about the actual plot and busy with making those stupid jokes and videos that harm Jimin. Not to mention their weird obsession with seeing him as a weak girly-boy

“Oh look omg Jimin changed so much😭 he said that boys don’t kiss and now he said what the heck is man” they are full of lies, making this all just to get attention not even knowing the real plot behind the scenes. They set him up by himself and he still has maturity and kindness to say thank you to those who act like this.

There no way to be army and loving Jimin sincerely, you only have to become PJM or be really strong warrior and handle those fandom weirdos who shit on him every single day

The labeling of army isn’t the issue. It’s that it became synonymous with people who don’t care about jimin. There’s a lot of jimin biased people that I know of from twitter who broke away from armys and still despise solos stans. So labeling yourself as a pjm is necessarily the only route. (plus there’s a chunk of pjms who are aggy too) They just detach and refer to themselves as some other third thing. I refer myself as a “pjm” but labels don’t matter to me. I’m just a jimin stan. There’s varying degrees of how we all navigate it, but overall, we all had to get away from armys to not feel persecuted for just wanting to support jimin since they’ve made that fandom such an unwelcoming place to do that.

I do know of a few army accounts in particular who’ve been loud about being jimin biased and aren’t fake at all about it. They call armys out on their bs and everything, but they also get accused of being solos all the time so honestly there’s no winning for us. I’ll never go back into that environment.

#I was gonna make a post about what’s been going on with nj solos though #still might even thought it’s kinda redundant

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yinyuedijun · 1 month

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hi miss mao. i read the aventurine fic and ouagdjckkekcjcns. oh your brain…………. physically im sitting on my chair, mentally im face down in a pool because i feel like ive just had my doors kicked down and gotten grabbed by the throat for one of the greatest psychological reads of my life ??? /pos

aven’s relationship with avgin………… oh he just like me fr. i too cannot lie in my mother tongue (strange to call it that honestly, because i’m terrible at speaking it, but it’s the language my people speak and the ones who came before so it’s mine, my mother tongue, my mother’s tongue, mine) because for life reasons i was raised an english speaker, made to speak it because it’s the best way to ‘succeed’ and other fun post-colonial things. english is casual and everyday to me so the part where aven thinks about how he can’t say “i love you” in avgin because it feels too raw and too real and too honest is so,,,,,,, LAHSHDHDKSJDJD MISS MAO IM GOIGN INSANE /pos

and that dream sequence……….. is it crazy to say that ive dreamt the same? and that part about kakavasha actually listening and changing because he never had to become aventurine in this beautiful dream and he can be genuine and truthful OHHHHH MISS MAO you are making me, woman lover 9000, soggy about a man /pos

arghhh this is such a disjointed ask sorry but i just needed to spill my guts about it a little alsjcjkdsod as an apology i will leave u w a little linguistic gift; in malay, the phrase ‘i love you’ is said (formally) as ‘saya cintakan awak’. ‘cinta’ is perhaps our stronger word for ‘love’, but what i feel is the best part about ‘cintakan’ or the suffix ‘kan’ is that it denotes a current action. therefore, while ‘saya cintakan awak’ can be translated as ‘i love you’, it also can mean, in full, ‘i love you and i actively choose to love you’ :))

SEV.... I'm grabbing you by the shoulders im shaking you u don't know how much this feedback means to me 😭 when I wrote this I was so curious about how you'd find the fic because of our prev interactions where you'd mentioned being one gen away from colonialism, and how you'd be interested in a fic about cultural loss. I really didn't want to disappoint you and it makes me so happy that the fic resonated with you !!!!! thank you so much for sharing your experiences w me, I loved hearing about how you related to the fic.

I also will say. I find it very funny that you relate to the dream sequence because I based it on my experiences!!! the more I forgot my language the less I dreamed in it, and now I almost never do. but on the rare occasions where I do, I'm always in the context where the language was dominant in my life - as a child, with my family. I had always wondered if this was just a me thing or not LOL so it is very interesting that you relate !!! maybe it is a thing with all bilingual speakers. (ALSO I'm sorry for making you care about a man 💔)

OYUYGGGHDMSHS THAT FACT ABOUT MALAY 😭😭😭 I love hearing about the ways that "I love you" translate to other languages. it hits so different depending on which one you're functioning in. it occurs to me that if you contextualize the fic that way wherein the Avgin version is so specific and intentional, like Malay, it's no wonder that aventurine can't bring himself to say it....... o-(--<

#LANGUAGE....... IT HURTS !#yueshuo.asks #asks.sev #aventurine.feedback

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yeonjunszn · 1 year

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YEONJUNSZN 1K EVENT!

ꕤ HELLO BFFS!! WE’VE HIT 1,000!! wow it’s so crazy that we’re here rn… it blows my mind that we’ve made it this far 🙀 before i get all sappy like i manage to do every time i’ve hit a milestone on this blog,, let me get into the details!!

ꕤ i decided to be a little cheesy and relate this event to my blog name — the szn part of yeonjunszn! what that means is each entry will be written with one of the four seasons being a major part of the plot. the seasons play a big role in a fic whether u realize it or not, so i’m excited to do this!!

RULES

ꕤ i will only do two entries per season! i don’t wanna overwork myself SJSJWKS so i’m limiting the amount of entries to this.

ꕤ there cannot be repeated idols, so if someone u want for one season is already taken, i’m sorry but they can’t be used for another.

ꕤ u can choose between whether or not u want headcanons or a drabble! (400-1k words)

ꕤ to request, u must send in an ask! a request should pretty much look like:

i wanna request (length/type) with (season) and (idol name) for ur event!

— it doesn’t have to look exactly like that but u get what i’m saying JANSNMWKWME and then i’ll tag u in ur completed request!

ꕤ the groups i write for are: txt, skz, enhypen, nct/wayv, and ateez! so u can request someone from any of those groups!

(below will be the completed masterlist)

EVENT MASTERLIST

🌨️ WINTER (2/2)

🌷 SPRING (2/2)

☀️ SUMMER (2/2)

🍂 AUTUMN/FALL (2/2)

ꕤ autumn breeze, autumn leaves - lee heeseung

drabble, 986 words

just like the weather, your friendship with heeseung has changed.

ꕤ i will also be writing a full length fic that will incorporate all four seasons! i’ll include it on this masterlist once it’s finished 🫶

#yeonjunszn.1k✨#tomorrow x together #txt headcanons #txt drabbles #enhypen #enhypen headcanons #enhypen drabbles #stray kids #stray kids headcanons #stray kids drabbles #nct #nct headcanons #nct drabbles #wayv #wayv headcanons #wayv drabbles #ateez #ateez headcanons #ateez drabbles

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iuwon · 2 years

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ok i ran out of things to say already I DONT SPAM ASK BOXES OFTEN so i’ll give u a moot game to do 😁😁 this is unoriginal but assign ur mutuals tropes so we can bring a little deluluism from twitter to tumblr

AUHHHH A MOOT GAME😍 this is so sexy of u i love ur brain SAWRY IM GONNA TAKE A WHILE TO ANSWER THIS

@jaeyunverse — you know that trope where the kpop idol goes undercover on twitter, so like undercover kpop idol x fan. YEAH, like whenever i see those tropes i just can’t see anyone who’d suit the role better than you i’m being so serious, like your personality radiates this vibe that makes a person want to get to know you more. i can envision a whole smau and you’d make the whole thing SO FUN i’ll be the side internet best friend who comments under ur every tweet

@tyunni — IDK IF THIS IS A TROPE but you know the plot wherein they’re oblivious to the fact that they’re in love with each other so their whole story is just their own friends trying to give them signs that the other likes them, and then both of their friends teaming up until they’re in the brink of just straight up telling them bc you guys are not getting the hint IT’D BE SO CUTE AND FUNNY GIGGLES

@yjwfav — THE PREVIOUS BULLY TURNED INTRO NICE DUDE TROPE. like don’t get me wrong, they wouldn’t actually be a bully, just someone who was misunderstood. this is so random but i would do anything just to see that trope with nadia😁 the conflict and confusion and misunderstandings i feel like slow burn really fits you SO SO SO WELL like do u guys see it cause i see it so clearly THIS TROPE JUST FITS YOU SO WELL IM SORRY

@fairybinie — THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TROPE WAS MADE FOR U SHUT UP the slow burn and tension and hints and everything like i can envision this already and having u talk to me about it on twt dms and my hand would be over my mouth and all I DON’T EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF

@s-uwu-binie — THE BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE WOULD BE SO SO SO CUTE ON YOU MY ASAWA😭 or like the whole aspect of first love and🥺 it would be so wholesome and fluffy like having a best friend and a lover at the same time THIS WOULD BE SO PERFECT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

@iyeonjuni — honestly the only trope i can really see on you is the love triangle trope LMSSMDNDNXD I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT just two people pining after you 😍😍 OR MORE we Never know but i really see that on you, i also see like one of them being someone from the past and then comes back as the one who got away, so you’re stuck in between choosing. i just cannot explain why .

@enhayos — I DO NOT KNOW WHY BUT I REALLY REALLYYY NEEDED TO PUT THIS: the trope wherein the both of you have changed and your relationship is on the edge so you’re just trying to find your way back to each other. GRRRRHHHHH THIS IS THE PERFECT TROPE FOR YOU ???? I’M SORRY IF IM WRONG BUT I JUST SEE THIS HAPPENING IF EVER

@junityy — the seat mates trope. I LOVE IT SM just hear me out and imagine this: seatmates. always paired up with each other. LIKE THEY COULD BE LOUD AF OR WAYYY TOO QUIET OR WHTVR BUT THIS WOULD BE SO SO SO CUTE UEUEUEUEUE😭😭 like them having this very obvious liking towards u and like to them everything is about you so like they’d notice all the little things about you and pick up your little habits or moods ok ill stop

@yyx2 — the enemies to lovers trope, honestly. this would be so sexy. like i wouldn’t say that you guys would be enemies but you guys wouldn’t exactly like each other and would disagree w/ each other a lot. you guys would be in the fine line between liking and disliking e/o it’d be so juicy HAUSHSHSBDH

@yeoforce — roommates to lovers but you guys are rivals that’s the spiciest trope so far. the tension, the awkward moments, the questionable moments I’D BE SO FUN AND SPICY i’m already envisioning scenarios I WONT EXPLAIN INTO DETAIL BC U DONT OPEN TUMBLR ANW

@ksjluvrbot — new url i lov it anw ur trope would be the amnesia trope like u forgot about your s/o and the memories so it’s a whole slow burn I FEEL LIKE IT SUITS U fr you’d be so skeptical of them at first and definitely avoidant because ur like WHO TF IS THIS DUDE GET HIM AWAY, but they’re very persistent towards you so you slowly get to notice all the little things they do yadayda I WON’T GO INTO DETAIL EITHER BC U DON’T ALSO OPEN TUMBLR

me when i don’t know who else to add i’m just tagging people off the top of my head I’M SORRY IF I DIDN’T ADD YOU😭

#📬 : iuwon's sent mail #sage <3 #moot games

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metagalacticx · 1 year

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Scott

thank u!! <333

1.Whether I like or dislike their character

i love scott mccall more than any character from any form of media i have ever consumed. when i was 15 my family gave me teen wolf and scott mccall themed gifts and my love for him has only got stronger over the years <3 anyway enough about me. i’ve seen some people say scott being poc shouldn’t matter (esp to justify hating his character) but it does. he is from a single parent home with a mother who is a nurse and he is so committed to doing good and saving lives. here’s this teenage boy who starts the semester just wanting to make first line, to mean something, to be good at something. and he’s bitten and now he’s cursed, this isn’t what he wanted. and then suddenly someone’s trying to kill him and kill people he cares about and he has to choose every single time to do something about it. but he’s still a teenage boy and he wants to be normal and he wants to be in love and he wants to play lacrosse but things keep happening and he has to keep choosing. so scott mccall chooses, every single time, to save others. to ensure no one gets hurt if he can help it. he loves his friends and he’s also hilarious??? he makes mistakes just like anyone and everyone else in the show but that doesn’t detract from his character, it only makes it that much more compelling. i always have words for the writers of this show (🔪) and their treatment of scott and his development but at the end of the day, scott mccall is an excellent poc character and i am so grateful i started watching teen wolf so i can continue to appreciate that

2. who I ship them with

kira! scira is my teen wolf otp.

boyd! because they had so much potential and we deserved more!! boyd was robbed of his defection arc and scott deserved to hold hands with him.

allison! but in a this love was not meant to last and that’s okay kind of way

isaac! i mean who doesn’t?

3. What my favorite scene or scenes of them were

my mom does all the grocery shopping. iconic. legendaric. cannot be topped i’m sorry.

but also that ‘i want a semi-freakin normal life’ scene ✨ because #felt

and of course this scene that gave me goosebumps the first time and continues to every singleeee time: ‘what did you think we were gonna do, run?’

4. my favorite season of them(If they’re in multiple)

season 1!! if you pay attention to scott in season 1 literally everything in every other season after makes complete sense! his worldview isn’t static of course, but the foundation is pretty solid from season 1 and i love noticing how much things change and stay the same for him throughout the show.

thank you!!!!

#asks #thank you sm for sending!

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justicerikai · 1 year

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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #61 Birthday Present

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

TL note:

About teru teru bouzu from Wikipedia: “A teru teru bōzu (Japanese: てるてる坊主 or 照る照る坊主, literally "shine shine monk”) is a small traditional handmade doll made of white paper or cloth that Japanese farmers began hanging outside of their window by a string. In shape and construction they are essentially identical to ghost dolls, such as those made at Halloween.“

Terra:

There he is

Terra: Ghost-kun,

Ohse: !

Terra: Do you have a moment to spare?

Ohse: Sorry, I had plans to die before the day ends.

Terra: Actually spare your life instead

Amahiko: Ohse-san, tomorrow is your birthday, right

Ohse: Eh..?

Ohse: …Ah

Amahiko: The 14th of June, that’s what you told us if I’m not mistaken

Terra: And since we want to give you a present, we’d wanna know what you’d like

Ohse: HUUH!?

Ohse: Buh… birth… birthday pres…

Ohse: EEEH!!? NO WAY!?

(Ohse panicking)

Terra: What’s wrong- just what is he doing-

(Terra and Amahiko trying to calm him down)

Ohse: F-f-f-f-for this shitty sore loser.. a b-b-b-birthday present…

Ohse: Not in a million years!

Ohse: It’d also be better for you to quit before it’s too late!

Terra & Amahiko: Huh?

Ohse: Tomorrow is a day of mourning.

Terra & Amahiko: Mourning?

Ohse: This piece of shit’s birthday shall be grieved.

Terra: What are you going on about

Amahiko: Please let us celebrate the occasion.

Amahiko: What would you like as a present?

Ohse: Eh… uuuuh…

Terra: Can’t you stop looking like a teru teru bozu on a rainy day?

Terra: What’s up with you? Are you not happy about getting a present from us?

Ohse: That’s not it! I couldn’t be happier!

Ohse: It’s more like, rather than not wanting anything… um… It’s that I’d be happy with anything instead, something along these lines, um…

Terra: Geez, that was the reason

Amahiko: You’d enjoy anything as long as we’re the ones who chose it, is what you were trying to say, no

Ohse: Yes…

Terra: That’s great then

Terra: Then we’ll go ahead and give him something we personally chose, Amahiko

Amahiko: Indeed

Amahiko: Do look forward to it, Ohse-san.

Ohse: T-thank you very much…

(Terra and Amahiko laugh, leaving Ohse be)

Amahiko: Ah, what kind of present are you going for, Terra-san?

Terra: I’m maybe thinking of cheerful clothes that Ohse-kun doesn’t usually wear

Ohse: Eh?

Terra: Gonna pick out the flashiest ones, it’ll brighten him right up

Ohse: U-um…

Terra: And you, Amahiko?

Amahiko: Perhaps I’ll give him some clothes too.

Terra: What kind?

Amahiko: Sexy ones.

Ohse: EEEH!?

Amahiko: Revealing as they can get. To make him bold and daring.

Ohse: E-excuse me…

Terra: Let’s go shopping at once, Sexy!

Amahiko: Roger, Beauty!

Terra & Amahiko: Lala lala lala lalalaaa~♪

Ohse: Please wait!

Terra & Amahiko: Hm?

Terra: What’s wrong? You’re suddenly being loud

Ohse: U-um… about the present…

Ohse: Ccccheerful clothes?

Terra: Mhm

Ohse: And, sexy clothes..?

Amahiko: Oh YES.

Ohse: …..!

Terra: What? Got any issues with it?

Ohse: No, no! Not at all!

Amahiko: Ohse-san…

Amahiko: Could it be that you aren’t glad about receiving these as a present?

Ohse: It’s not that I won’t be happy with it!

Ohse: You know you’re going out of your way to prepare a present for such a piece of trash of a human being!? It’s unbelievable! It makes me extremely happy!

Terra: You’d like whatever we choose, yeah?

Ohse: Yes!

Amahiko: We’ll be off shopping then

Terra & Amahiko: Lala lala lala lalalaaa~♪

Ohse: UWAAAAAAAAAAH——-!

Terra: Just what’s the matter with you

Ohse: U-um…

Ohse: …!

Ohse: You cannot buy clothes.

Terra & Amahiko: Huh?

Terra: We can’t?

Amahiko: What’s the meaning of this?

Ohse: Both of you, this is something for just between everyone present here.

Terra: What

Amahiko: Hmm?

Ohse: Truth to be told, this shitty sore loser, is considering leaving this lifestyle of wearing clothes behind.

Terra: Excuse me?

Amahiko: WHAT DID YOU SAY!?

Amahiko: In other words, Ohse-san, you are going to be nude the whole year round!?

Ohse: Yes!

Terra: Why be that unconventional?

Ohse: I’ve realized that luxury items such as clothes are wasted on someone as shitty as me, and I rarely leave my room to begin with and neither do I see other people.

Amahiko: I understand! It’s killing two birds with one stone!

Terra: Are you sure of… that?

Ohse: How commendable, Ohse-san.

Amahiko: Terra-san, we cannot dare to hinder such a revolutionary commitment. We better give up on the idea of giving him clothes.

Terra: Eeeh~?

Amahiko: Let us look at other things instead, Beauty.

Terra: What, like, seriously? Hey, hold on, like…

Amahiko: Gosh~ this calls for a celebration. Double meaning intended.

Terra: In what way?

(Amahiko drags Terra away)

Ohse: W-what a relief~

Iori: WAAAAAAAH! OHSE-SAN!? WHY!?

Fumiya: Woah. That spooked me.

Sarukawa: HAAAH!? What the hell are you doin’

Iori: W-w-w-w-what is this

Sarukawa: The fuck happened, oi, explain yerself-

(PPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII)

Rikai: It’s a shame, Ohse-kun.

Rikai: I believed you had the potential, however- to think that you were a vulgar dunce who would stoop so low to such stupidity instead

Rikai: Live as you like. It has nothing to do with me anymore.

Ohse: Ah….

Ohse: Aaah…

Ohse: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-

#charisma house #charismahouse #minato ohse #terra #tendou amahiko #ito fumiya #motohashi iori #sarukawa kei #kusanagi rikai

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taintedcigs · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍' 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍' — send this and give me some information/fact about yourself, send me your preferred fandom (mcu, stranger things), and your preferred gender and i'll ship you with a character!

okay first of all!!! congrats on 1k baby u deserve the world <3 uhhh okay i’m just gonna list off random facts about myself sjfjsj. i just got chick fil a for myself as a reward for being brave (i took an exam i’ve been putting off) so that’s something. uhhh i play piano n sing? i’m trying to teach myself how to play guitar rn. it takes me way too long to make decisions like i’ve been thinking about getting a nose piercing n a tattoo on my ribs n i’ve yet to book a consultation for either. i have a snoopy stuffy n he’s my emotional support i fr love him sm <3 i also really love animals. like i have a crisis whenever somebody asks me if i’m a dog or cat person bc i feel like i’ll make one of them feel bad if i choose sjfjsjd

anddd stranger things and no gender preference <3

IVY HELLO!! thank u soo soo much, <33

jesus im so conflicted on who to ship you with bc, getting a chick fil a for taking an exam is so steve coded, idk why don't ask me, but i feel like steve is the type of bf who would take u out whenever u did something. like you cleaned ur room? he's taking u to go get ice cream. u studied? he's getting u flowers, good job!! u did anything? he's taking u out to wherever. BUT BUT. no matter how cliche it is, the guitar, piercings and tattoos is so eddie, and he would be so head over heels for u its INSANE!! like if eddie learned you were trying to learn how to play guitar he would drop everything and force u to come with him as he tried to teach u all the songs he knows how to play !! and he would play u something just so u could sing to him and he would melt immediately. eddie would gladly book a consultation for both ur tattoo and piercing, and his mind would explode at the idea of you having a nose ring and a tattoo on your rib. that boy is a sucker for tattoos. and don't even get me started on having snoopy as your emotional support bc i think eddie would also have his fav cartoon character from his childhood as his emotional support bc its one of his only good childhood memories... ok im stopping the sad shit!!

bonus ++ not deciding whether you're a dog or a cat person bc it could hurt their feelings is so robin coded... like the two of you want to adopt an animal so robin asks u if u would want a dog or a cat and you're like i cannot choose what if their feelings get hurt omg??? and robin has to sit down for a bit and she's abt to tear up bc u r so right!!, so the two of u decide to get BOTH. <33

this is a bit long and its mostly me rambling I AM V SORRY.

join my 1k celebration!

#em’s mail💌#emmy's 1k celebration #ivy 🥀

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readsrealm · 2 years

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incorrect quotes part 2

Luffy: You're 'the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans', what does that mean?

Usopp: It means i was second worst thing to happen to those orphans.

Luffy: but what’s the first worst thing?

*Awkward pause*

Usopp: Luffy, they...they weren’t always orphans.

Luffy:

Xxxx

Usopp, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Sanji: How?

Usopp: How what?

Sanji: How could they be worse?

Usopp: They couldn’t, I lied.

Sanji:

Xxxxxx

Usopp: *Accidentally hits Sanji in the face*

Usopp: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Usopp: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Sanji: What’s wrong with you?!

Xxxxxx

Usopp, to Sanji: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Sanji, motioning to themself and Zoro: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Xxxxxx

Usopp: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Sanji: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Usopp: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Zoro: edible

Xxxxxxx

Usopp: HELP! I TOLD SANJI I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Zoro, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Xxxxxxx

Store Worker: Would a Mx. Usopp please come to the front desk?

Usopp, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Sanji and Zoro

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Sanji and Zoro, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Usopp: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Xxxxxxx

Sanji: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Usopp: What?

Zoro: That you're a child.

Luffy: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

Xxxxxx

Luffy, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Sanji, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Zoro, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Usopp, trembling: What are we playing

Xxxxxxx

Usopp: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Zoro: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Sanji: I personally was created in a lab.

Luffy: I just straight up spawned lol.

Xxxxxxxx

Zoro: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Usopp: 'Prettiest Smile'

Sanji: 'Nicest Personality'

Luffy: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Nami: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Xxxxxx

Usopp: Bye Sanji! Bye Zoro! Bye Luffy! Bye Nami! Bye Sanji!

Zoro: You said ‘bye Sanji’ twice.

Usopp: I like Sanji.

Luffy: What’s something you guys are better than Usopp at?

Sanji: Cooking.

Luffy: Fighting.

Nami: Emotional vulnerability.

XXXXXX

Luffy: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Usopp : Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Nami: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Sanji: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Zoro: My moral code, is that you?

Luffy:

Luffy: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk Dadan left me but do you guys need a hug?

XXXXXXX

Usopp : bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

XXXXXX

Usopp , threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball!

XXXXXX

Usopp : I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

XXXXXX

Franky : People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.

Franky : And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

XXXXXX

Usopp : Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

XXXXXX

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Usopp *

Usopp : Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

XXXXXX

Zoro : I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

XXXXXXXX

Usopp : So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

XXXXXXXX

Usopp : Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

XXXXXXXX

*Sanji recording whilst Usopp and Luffy are arguing*

Usopp : HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO!

Sanji: *wheezes like a tea kettle*

Luffy, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab them.

Usopp : YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG?

Luffy: It's my favorite movi-

Usopp : SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, LUFFY!

Luffy: I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y-

Usopp : GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

XXXXXX

Nami: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Usopp : Which one? I can't do both.

XXXXXXXX

Chooper: *sighs* I have no friends...

The strawhats:

The strawhats: *coughs* B****, what am I? A roach?!

XXXXXXXXX

Usopp : STOP!

*Everyone stops*

Usopp : wAiT a MiNuTe-

XXXXXXXX

Luffy: You know what’s funny about Usopp ? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

XXXXXXXXX

Sanji: Usopp ... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now.

Usopp : *muffled* mm hmmm :)

Sanji: F***. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

XXXXXXXXX

Sanji: How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Nami: *blushing* I—

Zoro, butting into the conversation: Usopp is perfect, thanks for asking.

XXXXXXX

Luffy: Hey.

Nami: Hey?

Luffy: I can't sleep. :/

Nami: I can. Goodnight.

XXXXXXXX

Brook: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us.

Robin: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this:

Robin: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

XXXXXXXX

Brook: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.

Jinbei: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

XXXXXXXXX

Brook: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Franky: You and me!

Brook: *tearing up* Ok.

XXXXXXXX

Murderer: Any last words?

Robin: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

XXXXXXXX

Franky: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Brook, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks

XXXXXXXXXXX

Robin: Listen, we’re done, we’re over! Okay?

Franky: Whatever b****, you ain’t never gonna find no one like me.

Robin: Yeah, that's the point s***head!

XXXXXXXX

Franky: You look mentally ill.

Brook: I am. Let’s go.

XXXXXXXX

Luffy: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

XXXXXXXX

Usopp, looking at their watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted.

Usopp: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been a**aulted, but let’s not talk about that.

XXXXXXXXX

Usopp: How would you like your hair cut?

Zoro: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be bada**.

#usopp #monkey d. luffy #nico robin #tony tony chopper #ronoroa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #nami #brook #franky #jinbe

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