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x1ndrome · 5 months
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lee_gyul_gyul
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gogandmagog · 7 months
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current bedside books please!
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‘Letters of James Joyce’ (I’m a yuuuuge Joyce fan), the ‘Blythes are Quoted’ (permanent fixture, obviously), the red scruffy looking one is a 1877 copy of ‘the Ladies’ and Gentlemen’s Etiquette’ by Mrs. E.B. Duffey (for the laughs and the information), and ‘Tales of the Alhambra’ by Washington Irving (another literary loml).
Thanks! This is always my favorite ask. Share yours, somehow, anon?
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theevilresident · 1 year
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never needed anyone so bad in my life
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deathtriangles · 2 years
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KEVIN KELLY MAH BELOVED 🥰
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soukokuarchive · 2 years
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Heyyy. How ya doing?
Actually I've been wondering how you have been doing for a while because you kinda disappeared (actually was talking about it with sushishouta the other day loll). But then I saw you liking my posts and I thought "oh they are online, might as well ask them)
Anyways, I hope you are doing great!!
aah i’ve been doing well thanks a lot for asking!!
i’ve been rarely active for a while but i’m fine, i’m glad you asked- aand sushishouta??!? i miss you guys so freaking much, our gc and our conversations too! 😭
i hope you’re doing well <3 have a good day/night!!
( @sushishouta @mariamourayoutuber )
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garciapimienta · 1 year
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FERRANNNNNNN
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seastarryclouds · 2 years
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When you, when, when yo- when, when when she when when when he mmmmmmmmmmm
WHEN- WHEN- WHEN HE IS BIG AND CUTE AND BOOBA
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chrissy, chrissy. chrissy. hello. did you think you wouldn't get a lil love letter too? you're an absolutely blessing to know, and i am so glad and so, so happy to have you in my life the way that i do. who else would fangirl over my wife with me? there's no one quite like you in the world, i hope you know that. i cherish you, and i cherish every moment that i get with you. (can you believe we're gonna be both living in Seoul soon? damn, look at us go!). simpnation rise babeeeyyy!!! 💛💛
you're gonna make me cry in the club (the kitchen) rn, simp nation is SO strong and thriving and i cannot wait to scream about how cool the girls are in reason this friday with you!! i'm so lucky to know you, you're one of the coolest humans i've ever come across and i'm obsessed. you have so much kindness and love for those around u, and we love and protect in the exact same way. how lucky is it we found friends that make us feel like our wonky's actually pretty rad? i'm even luckier to get to look forward to all our adventures together in seoul, my ex-pat bestie. you make me laugh when the skies are grey and i swear ur almost better than me at fort 🫶 yoohyeon fanclub meet when, pres? 🐶
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pipfrankenstein · 2 months
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sir pentious redesign bc i still kinda love him (sadly)
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left4dead · 4 months
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Don't you ever get tired of telling people how to live their lives?
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zirobitches · 4 months
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One Piece Domestic Fluff
I'll crawl home to her - Sir Crocodile x GN!Reader
Note: Not related to soulmate AU i just love croc
Summary: Devil fruit users are weakened by seawater, and I'm convinced some of them really hate all water as a result. Anyways reader comes back from a trip to find their partner Croc greasy af.
Tags: domestic fluff, takes place during cross guild era, slight angst? just taking care of ur mans, just domestic things. also implied/mentioned nudity bc yall take a bath together, also Buggy mention (i kind of insult him but i swear i love him i just dont find clowns hot)
Words: 3100+
AN: I'm usually an angst/slow-burn writer but I needed some fluff. this has not been beta-ed and i'm posting as soon as i get done writing. it is currently 2am. lmk if there's big errors. thanks ily bye
There was a knock at your cabin door.
“Come in,” you call across the room. The door swings open and one of the crew of your ship peeks his head in.
“The island is finally in sight, we should be arriving by 5.” He reports.
“Thank you, go ahead and make sure the rest of the crew makes preparations.” He nods in reply and the door shuts behind him. You sigh, and lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling.
It had been almost three months since you had last seen Crocodile. You two have had longer separations, courtesy of Strawhat and the Marines, but that did not make it easier. You weren’t supposed to go this long originally, but certain encounters with some old Whitebeard crew on your end had incurred some delays. That was then followed by the official disbandment of the Seven Warlords, and Crocodile had to extend your reunion date to take advantage of the situation.
Now that the Cross Guild has been established, and no one was chasing you or Crocodile, you could finally find each other again.
Stepping onto land had never felt so good. Everyone that you passed or tried to speak to you was blurred due to your tunnel vision. You scanned the small crowd that had come to the dock to greet you, looking for the familiar tall figure.
Instead, you are stopped by a clown.
“Y/N, right?” You froze at the brightly colored monstrosity in front of you. He seemed familiar for some reason.
“Sir Croc sent me to get you, he and Mihawk had some business to wrap up before you arrived.” The clown continued to talk to you, but you were distracted by his large red nose. You recognized him from the posters - he was Buggy the Clown, the pirate who originally began Buggy’s Delivery Service, now known as Cross Guild. But you were just wondering why the red nose looked so realistic. Surely it’s not real?
“Y/N? I’ll show you to his room, it’s where he told me to bring you.” The nose was real, but you now had more important things to think about.
“His room should be fine, thank you.” You finally replied, making eye contact. Just to be met with freaky pale blue eyes. This man did not win the genetics lottery.
Buggy continued to ramble as he showed you around. Your mind however was not retaining any of it. After three months of not seeing Crocodile, the person you held most dear in the world, you were itching to see him again, and being closer to your goal did not put you at ease. Instead, you were even more anxious. Even this slight delay due to Mihawk had you peeved.
Finally, you arrived at a large gilded door. It was very Crocodile - a  golden gilded frame for a large black door, granted all doors had to be large to allow someone like Croc through. You reached for the matching golden handle on the door and walked into his - no, your room.
Buggy wished you well and ran off before you could say goodbye. You didn’t listen to him much, but it was easy to tell that he was terrified of Crocodile.
You chuckled and closed the door behind you. A quick sweep of the room told you you had beaten Crocodile to the room. You sighed and tossed a backpack you had brought on a nearby couch.
The room was massive - it was easily the size of a small apartment. The first half of the room was a lounge; a large fireplace to your right with the couch and coffee table in front of it, and a Crocodile-sized armchair in the corner. To your left was a desk, already drowned in papers - why being a pirate created so much paperwork, you would never know. The second half was the bedroom. At the center of the back wall was a massive 4 post-bed - absurdly large, even for Crocodile. Both of you could lay in bed at the same time and never accidentally touch. But the fancy, if not gaudy decor that covered the entire room was not surprising to you.
Sir Crocodile had always been partial to the baroque style.
You made your way to the bed and climbed onto it. You may have to ask for some steps to be installed if you are supposed to sleep here every night. You sunk into the bed and let out a long sigh. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be much longer till he arrived.
Then, as if summoned by your thoughts, the door opened again and Crocodile stepped in. You immediately sat up on the bed and looked at him.
The purple vest wasn’t your favorite look on Crocodile, but right now just having him in sight brought a grin to your face.
As soon as he saw you he vanished into sand and then reappeared on the bed in front of you. You inadvertently sucked in a breath - you were used to seeing him use his devil fruit powers, but having him so near - his face now less than a foot away from yours - well, you weren’t prepared for it.
“Hello my love,” Croc’s voice swept over you, the deep rasp of it driving straight into your chest.
Before you could get a reply out he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into him, all the tension of your separation vanishing with his presence. He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, and his hand came up to the back of your head to gently press you against his lips, his weight now resting on his hook to your right.
You pressed forward, your hands finding support on his chest - warm and solid, he was finally there with you - and hand one traveled up to cup his face. He hummed against you, then finally pulled back. The kiss could not have been that long but you were still at a loss for breath, but smiled at him.
A soft smile appeared across his face as well, his massive hands still cupping your face.
“Gods I missed you,” You finally responded and he chuckled. As you two just looked at each other you noticed a strand of hair fall in front of his face, his normally slicked-back style beginning to fall apart.
You moved your hand from his jaw and began to sweep the hair back into place, but then paused your hand atop his head. Your fingers briefly carded through his hair, and then you grabbed a portion between your fingers.
“Croc, darling, when was the last time you washed your hair?” Now that you looked at him, Crocodile did not look. Well. His deep-set eyes now seemed darker due to the bags underneath, his face paler than you were familiar with, and his hair….
At first glance, you thought it was a healthy shine that covered it, but now realize it was oil. His hair had clearly not been washed in days, maybe even weeks from the look of it, and stayed slicked back on his head from the build-up. The last time you had seen him in a similar state was shortly after he escaped from Impel Down.
Crocodile heaved a sigh, his eyes closing and shoulders slumped. He mumbled something towards the bed, but with his deep voice and his face not facing yours, you didn’t quite catch it.
“Sorry, could you repeat that?” You tried to use a gentle tone with him - you were now concerned for him, confused as to how he got in this state.
“I haven’t been comfortable enough to bathe, not since the Warlords were dissolved,” Crocodile spoke up, but still not making eye contact.
You felt yourself slightly lean back in surprise. It made sense you suppose - not only were devil fruit users slightly weakened by any body of water, sea water or not, but Crocodile’s powers were rendered completely useless when he got wet. If he had been chased by Marines for the past few weeks and then untrusting of his new business partners, he was going to avoid putting himself at risk of being vulnerable.
You briefly considered having Daz acting as guard at the door when Croc was bathing, but not only would that indicate he was at his weakest, but it was sure to somehow make him embarrassed. For a man with such a large ego, he really could not handle any bruises to his pride.
Instead of prying into his discomfort, you brought your hand under his chin and lifted his face to look at him.
“I need to bathe as well after all the bullshit that’s happened. Would you care to accompany me?” Your offer of an act of intimacy like this was sure to distract from whatever negative feelings he may have.
Sure enough, a smirk spread across his face, his eyes already seeming to undress you before you two had even made a move towards the bathroom.
You move your hand from his chin to his face, covering his eyes. “Cut that out, I’m too tired for anything like that.” It was true; whatever adrenaline had kept you going during your time apart was now gone, swept away and replaced by exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to get clean and crawl into bed with this man and sleep for the next 16 hours.
Crocodile merely laughed at your indignation and brought his arms underneath your hips. He easily lifted you into his grasp and carried you off the bed and into the bathroom.
You had noticed the door to the left when you walked in but hadn’t made it that far. While it may have been fair to assume it was large, you were still taken aback by the size.
It was practically a small spa. The shower could easily have both of you in there and even more, people if the occasion required it. But what stole the show was the bath.
It was less like a bath and more like a large hot tub. Or a private hot spring. It was already filled with water and steam rolled off the top.
“I had someone prepare the bath for us.” You looked up at Crocodile, finally dragging your eyes away from the bathroom. “I figured you wouldn’t be pleased by the state I was in and I thought you would enjoy relaxing in a bath.” He was looking down at you, his signature shit-eating smirk sitting on his face.
You just sighed in response and leaned into his embrace, resting your head below his chin.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” You closed your eyes as you felt him press a soft kiss on your head.
He eventually let you go and you both undressed, piling all your clothes together. You stepped into the water first, standing on a wide step as you looked at Croc. Several steps went down into the bath, which was really just a small hot pool you decided. It allowed you and Crocodile to be submerged at your preferred depth in the water, a convenience you were grateful for.
Crocodile was a vision. Still as well built as the first time you meant, now slightly softened by age and covered with more scars. You tried your best to keep your eyesight above the waist but couldn’t help some appreciative glances at what was below.
Crocodile also stared back at you, his eyes devouring the sight of you naked in the bath before him. Any apprehension he may have had vanished when you reached out to him, beckoning him to the water. He walked down the steps and went past you, deeper into the water, till he was only a foot taller than you rather than his usual height difference.
You now felt too drained for words, the warm water relaxing you into a state of drowsiness. You gestured towards Crocodile to sit down on one of the higher steps. He gave you a questioning look but listened to your commands. He was used to the occasions you decided to go nonverbal.
After he sat down in the water you noticed it - there was a detachable shower head that was attached to the edge so you could wash your hair in the pool. That would make this process much easier.
Grabbing the shower head you found the knob at the base and turned on the water. The sound of running water made Crocodile turn his head and look at what you were up to. You just smiled back at him and gestured for him to lean his head back so you could rinse. He dutifully closed his eyes and leaned back as you rinsed the water through his hair.
After you had prepared his head you then went back to the edge of the pool and looked at some soaps that had been provided. They were thankfully labeled in little dishes - a bar of shampoo, a bar of conditioner, and body wash. You grabbed the bar of shampoo and thoroughly lathered it in your hands.
You then walked back to the large man who sat there and began to work the shampoo into his hair. As your nails gently dragged against his scalp, Crocodile leaned back towards your touch, a deep sigh escaping him as he fully relaxed into you.
Your heart ached at his softness. When was the last time he let himself relax? The last time you were together? If so, you couldn’t imagine how amazing it may feel for him to finally be at ease after months of staying on guard.
Before you let yourself get emotional by this, you focus back on the task at hand. You were now determined to get this man as relaxed as possible. You had loved Crocodile for a long time and took pleasure in doing mundane daily things such as this with him. The fact that he seemed to not only enjoy it but often only did these mundane tasks with you, made them into something special.
Lather, rinse. Lather, rinse. Condition and while you let it sit in his hair you began to wash your own.
Eventually, you both emerged from the now almost cool pool, completely clean and perfectly exhausted.
Robes had been prepared along with everything else, and after you dried off you slipped yours on. It was normal person-sized, definitely not something you could mistake for Croc’s robe that was so long it would have engulfed you.
Before you could begin to walk, Crocodile leaned down and picked you up again in a bridal carry.
You made a small noise in surprise but then leaned into his chest, the robe soft and warm against your cheek.
Crocodile carried you back into the bedroom and carefully placed you into the bed. You pulled back the blankets and arranged the pillows as your partner went around and sat on the edge of the bed and lit his final cigar of the day. As he puffed the cigar he went about dismantling his hook.
Crocodile was quite adept with his chosen prosthetic, you never feared he would accidentally hurt you with it, but at night was a different story. It had taken a while to convince him you would both be better off if he didn’t wear it at night and he had relented. Now it was a nightly ritual for him to take it off before going to sleep.
You leaned back into the bed and turned to face Crocodile. Your partner was occupied reading some documents he must have grabbed from his desk at some point - being able to turn into sand had its perks - but turned to meet your gaze.
The cigar was quickly put out and discarded to the nightstand on his side of the bed. He then leaned and turned off the last lamp and the entire room went dark. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the moonlight coming from the windows of the room and you could just barely make out Crocodile.
He finally leaned back into the bed and then you felt more than saw as he reached out and pulled you to him, the large bed not large enough to keep you away from your love.
Crocodile was always so warm. For someone with his namesake, you had assumed that he would be cold-blooded, but for you, he burned. His hand, wide and warm and no longer covered in rings, made its way to your face.
Leaning across the pillows, Crocodile kissed you again. Your hands reached out to pull him closer, and soon both of you had your arms and legs wrapped tight around each other. Part of you wished neither of you would ever have to let go, that maybe you could just drown in him, be buried alive in the sand and smoke.
You separated the kiss to breathe again and tucked your head into the curve of his neck.
“I can’t do that again. Being away from you for so long was horrible.” You finally spoke up, your voice hoarse with exhaustion and emotion.
Crocodile’s grip around you only tightened, his face leaning down to bury it in your hair. He took a deep breath and exhaled before responding.
“I have forgotten what it was like to live before knowing you.” His voice shook through you, the vibrations of it coming from his chest. “I’ve found out I am no longer capable of finding joy without you.”
You felt like you might cry - from happiness or sadness, you were unsure. Instead, you blinked back the tears and backed from his chest to look at him again.
Crocodile had never looked so tired before. He looked at you with such longing, maybe even grief in his gaze, that you knew without a doubt that he spoke the truth. He didn’t look like he would cry, and you have never seen him shed a single tear. But this was probably the closest you have gotten to him doing so.
“So I guess we'll just have to stay together from now on, hm?” You murmured to him, your hands coming up to brush some stray hairs from his face.
Crocodile just smiled at you and agreed. “I do hope you realize I wouldn’t let you leave me even if you wanted to.” He spoke so softly that it sounded sweet rather than obsessive. But you were so obsessed with him in return you didn’t even care.
“Sounds perfect to me.” You whispered as you leaned in to kiss him again.
Eventually, the two of you began to drift off, finally safe and sound in each other. As you fell asleep that night, surrounded by Crocodile’s warm embrace, you had never felt so loved.
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ticklepinions · 1 month
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Let me tell y'all what happened to me last week-
I'm hanging out with a group of friends and they're playing Mario Kart. I was sitting on the arm of the couch just watching them play and laughing at every betrayal that occured on the screen. They eventually finish the first tournament or whatever and decided to play Smash for a bit. At this point I'm hugging a friend I'll call Chris. So anyways I'm hugging Chris and give him a lil side tickle for good measure. He usually doesn't retaliate and opts for curling in on himself or swatting my hand away. BUT NOT THIS TIME. He grappled me and I was basically trapped in his arms as he tickles my ribs. Obviously I'm like dying as my other friends are just watching. Then my other friend who's recently gotten into tickling me a lot (even said that its one of their favourite things) says to tickle what they think is my worst spot which happened to be feet (in reality it is probably my back). Next thing you know I feel like 40 hands poking, prodding and tickling ME all over. Like hello where tf did this come from. Unfortunately for me I'm not that ticklish so I could definitely take it but if any of my mutuals were in my position I know they wouldn't fair as well (especially @b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b).
My other friends eventually stop but Chris and I are still going at it and eventually tumble onto the carpet. He was being so gentle with me despite being so much stronger than I am. I'm being held down at this point as he attacks me again but thankfully my long arms come to use and I started squeezing his hips which made him squeal and fall over which was just-.
Anyways I won't bore you all with the details anymore but it was so funny to see my friend group get bitten by the tickle bug. We literally spent the next hour or so wrestling and tickling each other it was such a pure moment and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it 🥲.
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inpolariis · 1 year
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Cross Guild hand studies 🦅🐊🤡
Headcanons under the cut!
Buggy: fitted velvet gloves to cover faint chemical burn scars on his fingertips where he messed around with his explosives, high grip strength from ship/rope work in his youth
Mihawk: strong hands, calloused from years of swordsmanship and farming/gardening, very prominent knuckles and visible veins 
Crocodile: lost his left hand in his teens as punishment for stealing food, several smaller scars from taming his bananawani, likes to accessorize with expensive jewelry
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lelelego · 10 months
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i found the boone fellow you all are talking about. its like meeting a celebrity
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the real question is if he had two hats why didn't he just give the courier one????? "do you ever remove that hat?" "no" THEN WHY DID YOU REMOVE IT FIRST TIME WE MET SIR
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braverytattoos · 2 years
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a cutie
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fjorrd · 1 year
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