Pudding and Usopp should be friends me thinks. Usopp hears about everything that happened to Sanji on WCI and is fully prepared to hate her guts no matter what anyone says and then it’s slightly mad at himself when he actually likes her. I have a very specific image of Sanamipu bff dynamic in my head I can’t really describe but I’m having it. The type of people who think of themself as some of the more sane people in the group and sure, they get the idiot ball just a tiny bit less often when they are all together and snarking, but when they get it they slam dunk it so hard the entire court shatters.
I AGREE COMPLETELY!!!!!!!!! This would be so funny, too 😭 (Making this Sanusona as I always do) Usopp finds out about what happened back on WCI and he hates Pudding. Sanji keeps telling him to see it from a different angle. That it wasn't really Pudding's fault and she was being manipulated by her mom. That she actually helped them in the end. But Usopp doesn't like her- Not only because she did what she did, but also because he can't stand the way Sanji talks about her. Ngl, I think Usopp isn't a jealous person, but he is very insecure and Sanji being fond of the girl he almost ends up marrying makes him a bit sick. But, yeah. Final saga, they rescue Pudding, and she meets the Strawhats. Usopp is fully prepared to be her worst enemy no matter what! But- But she's actually really nice? And cute? And really, really funny? And he can't hate her. He tries to be angry at her but she's cooking sweets for everyone and even though she has this weird on-and-off personality when it comes to Sanji... She has a good heart. But Usopp keeps pretending that he hates her because he's a proud idiot and he won't admit he was wrong about her. Sanji just tells him to get his shit together already and enjoy their time together because otherwise, he'll regret it (funny that he's the one saying that as if he wasn't equally as stubborn. That frustrated Usopp more). I think Pudding would actually make amends with them, you know, since I doubt Nami and Luffy could forgive her that easily. But they end up getting along with her when she apologizes (when Sanji isn't around because if he is in front of her she'll end up yelling without wanting to). Usopp doesn't buy it. I mean- He does buy it. He just doesn't want to. So Pudding talks to him in private and explains her situation and apologizes and says she understands if he doesn't want to forgive her. She almost marries his boyfriend, after all. And she has hurt him in multiple ways. And she has broken his heart. It's understandable if Usopp wants to hate her so bad. But the guy is soft against that and Usopp believes people can change. Besides, he knows what being insecure about your appearance and status is, especially if it has to do with a parent. So they end up getting along. The same thing happens with Nami, actually. Imagine trying to forget what Pudding did to their cook. Nami is going feral cat mode against her. If looks could kill, y'know... But! But she saw with her own eyes how Pudding helped them out and she knows what it feels like. To act like somebody you're not. And yeah, okay, the girl might be a little bit insane but it could be worse. And when she's acting like a normal person, she's a sweetheart. So Usopp ends up befriending her quickly, while Nami accepts her and embraces her friendship, but not without the typical "But I swear, if you do anything remotely bad to him again I am not hesitating to electrocute you and throw you overboard. Understood? Understood. Glad we had this chat, bestie". So, uh, yeah- At least they're friends now.
And let me tell you-- It's chaotic. Sanji thought he would be devastated if they didn't get along, but now that they do... Sanji is losing his mind. They're all crazy. He's living his dream, you know. His dear Pudding is friends with his partners. Great. Yeah. Uh. Pudding is teaching Usopp how to use a revolver, which makes sense since he is a sniper and he's curious about guns. That makes sense. But she's also telling Nami manipulation tactics and the navigator couldn't be happier. And you might think that's it, but then you have Usopp showing off his abilities and Nami giving tangerines to Pudding so she can make sweets with them. Which is adorable and cute and Sanji loves every second of it, but it's like they planned this to make him go insane. His poor heart can't handle this. He's going to die. They're a menace to society. Honestly? An unstoppable trio. They manipulate, gaslight, and Sanji malewifes. If they don't like you and you have something they want they probably will steal that from you using either manipulation, burglar tactics or, you know, a gun. Perfect trio. They're also Sanji's protection squad. And also they're the ones who scold him when he doesn't behave. He's a bit scared of them but like, in a good way? And they also look after him a lot so it's alright. And besides, Sanji is kind of like their knight in shining armor too because he gets extra violent if something happens to any of them.
Isn't it just,,, Such a cute picture to imagine Sanji and Pudding cooking while Usopp and Nami work on their own things at the dining table while they keep them company? I find it cute,, They're all a bit crazy but it's fine.
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Absolutely blest by the tag from @myreia !!
As some of you may have noticed i have been in the TRENCHES with schoolwork the last few weeks LOL so all I have that is not just barely-coherent 4 am hallucinations is this jkdsfkjnfk. I've been holed up in my room being insane + I'm very eager to share so it's a longish snippet, hopefully tumblr dot website does not DESTROY the formatting.
I was thinking aaahhhh i can't tag ppl again I JUST tagged them in a thing but even if that were a thing it is not true I have been eaten by school for so long LOL @thepapernautilus @yourlocaldisneyvillain @delirious-comfort @eemamminy-art and anyone else who would like to pls feel free to tag me!
Wheel of Time, Liandrin x Reader 🤪🥰
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The first time you meet Liandrin Sedai, it is not in your proudest moment.
You are a lady of perfectly average talents. And although you work hard and perform your weaves well, yours is not the sort of power that gets noticed. One must be noticed in order to be offered the trial of the Arches. And so it is that each of your classmates, each of your friends, each of your enemies, becomes Accepted one by one, and leaves you behind.
You have been a novice for nine years when your best and last friend goes through the Arches. And Light help you, you cry. You go out into the abandoned courtyard, you shamble down onto a stone bench, and you cry.
This is how Liandrin Sedai finds you.
“Oh,” says an unfamiliar voice, high and clear, surely put off by your discomposure.
You wipe furiously at your face, but you hadn’t expected to be interrupted. You cannot stop crying.
You feel her approach. “Oh, there now—“ she says awkwardly. You think you feel her hand hovering just shy of your shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle. “I’m sorry, I’m just—“ but you have no words for what you are. You are a lady of perfectly average talents. You are a Novice. You are all alone.
In your periphery, you see the red skirts of the Aes Sedai trying to comfort you. This is, to your mind, even worse. At last you get the attention of one of the Red Ajah, and it is for this!
“There now, little sister,” says the Aes Sedai, and she sounds more confident now, as though she has steeled herself against your onslaught. “What’s all this? Surely nothing we can’t fix, yes?”
This is, somehow, the worst thing she could have said. You cover your face with both hands in a poor attempt to stifle a sob. “No!” you wail miserably. “No, it can’t be fixed! I try so hard, but it doesn’t matter! The problem is me! I’m—“
You are a lady of perfectly average talents. A Novice. Alone. Abandoned.
“I’m weak!” you cry, your hands falling uselessly into your lap. “I’m weak, and I always will be!”
Once more you scrub your white sleeve across your face, but the tears won’t stop flowing. The mysterious Aes Sedai sits at your side. “Weak?” she wonders after a long silence. “Weak in the One Power, you mean?”
“Mhm,” you sniffle horribly. “Everyone’s gone through the Arches without me.”
“Ah.” She draws out the syllable, low and rich, knowing. “I see. And you’ve been a Novice for how long?”
“A little over nine years,” you say. Somehow, recounting this information calms you, rather than making you more upset. At last you manage to dry your eyes enough to see.
“And you work hard, yes? You’re sure it’s not your form that’s lacking?” She asks the question without accusation.
You look up, meaning to nod your affirmation, but you are wholly unprepared for the sight. The Aes Sedai sitting next to you has an unearthly beauty about her, something indescribable that you don’t see every day. It’s not any one feature—her honey-blonde hair, her doll’s lips, her prominent cheekbones, or her wild, piercing eyes—but rather something more than the sum of her parts. Awe and apprehension course through you in equal measure, and you almost forget to respond at all.
“It’s true,” says the mystery woman, “this Tower often values raw power over actual skill. And I expect it’s also true that you’ve reached the limits of your raw power for the time being. And so I suggest—“ Without warning, she reaches up and wipes the tears from your cheeks. “—you stop wasting your energy on the things you cannot change.”
You are too stunned to speak. She inclines her head, as though studying something, but there is something off about the gesture. “After all,” she says. “There are so very many things that you can change.”
There is something unsettling about her, a distinctive undercurrent of unrest you don’t see in most Aes Sedai. You are reminded of a cat poised to spring upon an unsuspecting mouse.
“You know your weaves well?” she asks you. “If I were to test you, I would not find myself disappointed?”
“Yes,” you nod, perhaps a little frantically. “I mean—I know them well.”
The mystery woman nods, as though to say, exactly as I thought. She stands and brushes her hands over her bright red skirt. “Take a few days to collect yourself, little sister. Come and find me when you’re ready to make a change.”
You stammer. “Oh, but I—“
“Liandrin Sedai,” she clarifies. Then, just shy of turning to leave, she amends, “Oh, and keep this between us, hm?”
You nod, dumbfounded. And then she is gone.
You take Liandrin Sedai’s advice, and you spend the next few days in deep contemplation. You know you have not overstated your familiarity with the weaves, but you worry she will still be disappointed. In your heart, you yearn to move forward, but you worry that you are being prideful, that being a Novice still has something to teach you, and that you are ignoring it. You write to your mother, a letter that reveals little but says much, if one reads between the lines. You are profoundly lonely, deeply self-conscious, and yet you know you cannot possibly refuse Liandrin Sedai’s invitation.
Liandrin does test you, hard. In a way it feels good to finally show the full breadth of your dedicated practice. But you are unused to such rapt attention. Yours is not the kind of power that draws a teacher’s eye. You weave what you can with practiced precision, but what you can weave is not impressive, and it takes hard work every single time.
But Liandrin watches you anyway, her gaze piercing, her stance not a little unsettling as she prowls about the small room like a hunting animal. She doesn’t say much, just tells you what to weave and then watches, again and again and again, until you’re sure you just simply don’t know anything else you could possibly show her.
“Good,” she says, with a curt nod.
You drop your weave and stagger a little, out of breath and reaching for something to lean on. Your hand finds the hard stone wall behind you, and you take in a gasping breath. You’ve worked yourself to exhaustion before, but never quite like this.
“I think I see what you mean,” says Liandrin contemplatively. “You perform the weaves well, but it’s not the kind of thing that catches the eye. Pity, really. Raw power is all fine and well, but it’s nothing next to perseverance. One would think the Teacher of Novices at least could appreciate that.”
Your vision refocuses, but your mind is slow. You’re still stuck on ‘you perform the weaves well.’ You smile foolishly.
Liandrin regards you with an unreadable emotion. She squints as though studying you, but again there is something off about it, just like before. Half-consciously, you think that she is only affecting the mannerism of studying you, pretending to contemplate something even though she’s already made up her mind.
“No matter,” she says at last. “Run along and rest up.”
You hold a moment, baffled, waiting for something else that will explain what she is thinking.
She raises her eyebrows. “Go.”
You do not need to be told again.
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