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thattimdrakeguy · 3 days

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TIM DRAKE NEEDS OUR HELP

I need people NEED THEM, oh baby, oh goodness do I NEED people who don't know much about Tim Drake to stop talking about the Boy Himself: Tim Drake.

Presented: An accurate depiction of an 18-year-old Tim. The over-sized T-Shirt that helps his already lean body make him look skinnier (therefore people would underestimate him, which is part of his personal fighting technique) worn for comfort over anything else adds to it greatly. He does not normally dress fancy, as is sometimes assumed of him. Wearing some of the Robin colors also help.

If you do not know what he looks like, that is fine, that is actually UNDERSTANDABLE. Like what am I to do, pretend I don't know why people don't know what he looks like? After over a decade of him mostly looking like a generic white guy super hero?

Y'all gotta realize, people did not care about Tim for a very long time, because he was basically the D-List Robin since he stopped being the main one. So they never did their research. He wouldn't even be written right. And his relationships and details of his character could change drastically between writing changes. It was awful.

So those that don't know, please try to learn why people sometimes say what they do about Tim. It's not all true, but in this case, it is true. And when we get to see what he's supposed to look like in a real comic, it's very exciting for us, because we don't normally get that excitement anymore.

I know, it's sad just to be happy to see our fav look like themselves, but it's the spot we're in.

Presented: Canon Proof of Tim's appearance, set when Tim was only months away from being EIGHTEEN-YEARS-OLD, he was still being confused for being TWELVE-YEARS-OLD. Showing how he does look for his age.

Like he's SUPPOSED to be VERY SHORT, he's supposed to look lean to the point of seeming skinny in his street clothes, people are supposed to underestimate him (which is why his appearance works so damn well), he's supposed to have a soft 'cute' look to him, especially young looking even for his age as you can see above, that is part of him, one of of his gags is that he's confused to be twelve even when he was nearing eighteen. HE PURPOSELY LOOKS LIKE THAT. It is an ACTIVE choice. It is not a weird thing people just randomly do, it is a purposeful character design choice, made for the character, for him to stand out, and be different from the other characters with.

It is NOT a fanon thing people made to infantilize him. That is just what he looks like. And it is exactly what some real people look like. It is ACTUALLY part of him. It is a CANON part of him. That is brought up so much, because people keep thinking it isn't CANON, when it is CANON.

Presented: A horrible drawing of Tim Drake, during an era that made a lot of people have misconceptions of the character we're only lately getting away from. But some people still believe to be the more accurate Tim, based on when they started reading. DO NOT DO THIS.

All because a lot of artists don't care to draw him right, doesn't mean his appearance miraculously changed within the canon. Or at least it shouldn't have, considering that'd be weird, and take an aspect of the character that made him unique go away. Which is not fun for any character to have them done to them.

So when ever an artist does DRAW him like that, can we gang together and say "HEY, GOOD JOB ARTIST, FOR ACTUALLY LOOKING UP WHAT TIM LOOKS LIKE"

Presented: ANOTHER VERY GOOD TIM. See how he's shorter than his friends (Bart's leaning), has a soft 'cute' face, leaner physique (looking skinny, but not scrawny like he isn't athletic), thick middle parted hair. These are the components of a well drawn Tim that people desire to see more. It will look different based on the art style of course. But these are what makes Tim's appearance suit what we know of Tim, and has been clearly established no matter his age. Here, he is presumably around 17-years-old. Possibly not even a year younger than he currently is.

Because seeing people who see him look different, when it's the right difference, and complain, because they are not aware Tim isn't supposed to look buff and tall and masculine, just because a lot of artists didn't care about who is ultimately at this point a D-List Super Hero...isn't really fair to the people who DO CARE ABOUT IT.

Presented: Something I'm definitely gonna delete from my device soon enough, but added for the sake of the post.

If you wouldn't take away from Dick's ass, don't take away Tim's appearance, please.

We know Tim is different, and that's why we love him the way we do so much.

#Tim Drake #Robin #Bat-Family #Batman #Batfamily #Batfam #DC Comics #Dick Grayson

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anonymous-yandere-writer · 3 hours

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You know I was reading your platonic yandere Malleus story and I thought what if the punishment made the Reader realize how actually suffocating it is to be around Malleus and servants constantly? It's kind of inverse of Malleus, who was always didn't like being alone whereas his child realize how liberating it is to be free from royalty and royal expectations. The child, of course, struggled with cooking and cleaning at first, but slowly got the hang of it and realized this is the most fun and freeing they ever had.

Reader when Malleus tells them that their punishment is over and they can interact with him, the servants and act like a royal now:

Y'know, I like this idea. It gives the story a bit more ~angst~ and I think the yandere tab here on tumblr could use even more of that. Thank you for the asks!

Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

Part 2

Your punishment itself lasted months, almost years, but Malleus could only bear to keep you in that rickety old tower for so long.

Until he decided to take you out make you "prove" to him that you changed.

You didn't really have to prove to him much, all had to do was give a half-hearted "Sorry" and he would've forgiven you.

Though it wasn't like you didn't change during your time up in the tower. You'd like to think you actually changed quite a bit.

Given that you're not some Manipulative little shit anymore, the servants would also agree.

Due to your time in the Tower you grew to be very self-dependent. You learned how to cook, clean, solve your problems all by yourself. Without the help of your "Loving Father".

You also got alot quieter, having spent the previous months in isolation. You basically unlearned any and all social skills that you had previously built.

While Malleus expected you to change, that being the whole point of him doing this, he didn't expect such a big change in personality.

He thought you were going to remain his precious little baby, who cried and hugged their father. Begging him for forgiveness.

His little baby that thrived off of his attention. Going so far as to become a little troublemaker for it.

Instead you're....this

Don't get him wrong, he still loves you. But where is his precious baby? Now instead of following him around like a lost puppy constantly you stay in your room for hours on end, barely making it out to have supper with him and the rest of the family before slipping away and back into your room again.

What are you even doing in there for so long? He doesn't get it.

He also learns that you've shooed off any and all servants that come to attend to you. While it is good progress for you being a good royal and not needing servants, Malleus doesn't know if he can handle you growing up so fast.

Or at all for that matter.

"Dear, I'm worried about you. You've been hauling yourself up in this dark and dreary room of yours for the past month! And not once have you come out to spend some bonding time with me and the rest of the family. Was I too harsh punishing you? If I was please tell me! If you're upset or angry at me for what I did please just say something, anything!"

Malleus gets desperate when he realizes that you aren't a baby anymore. You don't need him to survive anymore. The fact alone makes him want to cry.

But then again wasn't that how this all started? With you acting like a bratty two year old and needing to be taught how to be both an adult and a royal.

So why then..why are these feelings so conflicting?

Yes, he got what he wanted. You're acting like an actual royal now.

However you barely even speak to him. Your own father!

He can't wrap his head around his own emotions, it isn't until you come up to him and announce your plan of leaving the castle to go venture the world all on your own does he finally snap.

He doesn't even listen to your reasoning he just grabs you by your wrist yet again and take you to your 'new bedroom.'

A room right next his, only accessible to him.

This is the only way he can keep you in line.

This is the only way he can make sure the Draconia name is upheld.

This is the only way he can keep you at his side.

Forever.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this, my child, but one day you'll understand. You'll finally see things the way I do. But until then I'll just have to keep you here and give you all the love I could ever give."

"Sweet dreams, little one."

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dovesmelodyproject · 2 days

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Dove's Melody Project FAQ

• What is the Dove’s Melody Project?

Dove’s Melody Project is a blog where you can find information about ongoing music industry boycotts, news, protests etc. The goal is to make people aware of these boycotts, why they are being done and so they can stay informed on what to do and how they can participate in it

• Why are people trying to boycott music labels & kpop companies?

The big three are western music (Sony Music, UMG & Warner) as well as the big 4 (HYBE, SM, JYPE) and Starship Entertainment have zionists working under these companies, collaborated or have sponsors with zionist brands, had zionist producers working for them & have CEOs that support the genocide and actively fund it. Kakao Entertainment is also a company people are trying to actively boycott since they distribute half of the Kpop industry’s music and have ties with Israeli companies. If you want more information about the boycotts, you can check out Zionists In Music on both Twitter and Instagram, you can check this carrd for information about the HYBE boycott

• How are these boycotts supposed to help?

Zionism thrives off propaganda and said propaganda is being spread by higher-ups in the music industry as we speak. Not to mention, said people are directly funding that genocide with money from music consumers. Them existing in this industry, means they have the money and the connections to keep spreading propaganda whether it’s in the industry or through their social media. This propaganda is one of the reasons why this genocide is still able to keep happening and thriving! If these people are no longer in this space or in a position of power, it will stop the propaganda and also people’s money will not be used to fund a genocide anymore. It’s imperative that we don’t allow these CEOs and music executives to keep thriving in this space since they don’t deserve to be here in the first place. If you want to understand how these streams can fund the genocide, you can refer to this thread. If you don't have Twitter and can't check out the thread, you can check it through this post.

• How long will these boycotts last?

Until the needs are met! Meaning, when these people are possibly fired or removed from their positions and these labels and companies are no longer supporting or funding the genocide or supporting brands that are zionist

• Will the artists under these labels/companies will be affected by this boycott?

Honestly, that’s the last thing that should be on your mind right now. The boycotts are being done because we are in solidarity with Palestinian people and we want these labels and companies to stop platforming zionists and also fund the genocide. Some of the artists you might listen to are pretty established in the industry or are from these big companies and the truth of the matter is, they might not be affected. These artists must realize why this is being done and why we need to take such measures to get our point across

#*posts #*faq

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blackhairedjjun · 2 days

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violet 🥺 tennis partners with jjuni but he’s in denial about his feelings and swears on everything he only sees you as a coworker and nothing else. yet the night you call him at 2am crying, he’s on your doorstep in five minutes

OH MYYYYY MOON IM SPIRALING JUST THINKING ABT THIS. like i keep daydreaming abt tennis player yeonjun... it's real bad

you two have incredible chemistry on the court: together you keep every inch of the court defended, help protect each other's serve, set up the perfect point - everything you do, you do in sync. and if anyone wonders how, all they need to do is to see the subtle ways the two of you rely on each other during the match. yeonjun keeps a hand on your back as you whisper a strategy to him, as if to keep anyone from getting too close to you, and after winning a set you hug him a little longer than usual in relief. he carries your bag when you switch sides of the court, and you let him have first pick when the ballboys hand you a fresh batch of towels.

rumors swirl that the rising star doubles partners are secretly dating, which yeonjun denies a little too quickly when asked - you're his trusted partner, nothing else. he's built up his chemistry with you through hours of practice. but even as he says it, he can't help but steal a glance at you while you pretend to wipe your face with your towel to hide your growing smile.

but then it's the night before the finals of your tournament, and you're staying at a hotel close to the venue when you receive terrible news from your family. everything falls apart right then and there, the tournament doesn't even matter anymore, and you're crying so hard you can't even breathe. you call the first contact you think of - yeonjun - and ask him to come over. he doesn't need to know why for him to rush from his hotel room to yours.

once he sees your state he wraps you in his arms and makes you sit on the bed with him. you sob into his chest and he holds you close, one hand rubbing your back, letting you cry it out for as long as you need. when you separate from him he cradles your face in his hands and wipes away your tears, asking if there's anything you need, what he can do, if you're feeling well enough to play tomorrow - and yes, he would withdraw from the finals just to make sure that you're okay. you don't know what to do yet but you let him hold you, feeling safe in his arms even with all the pressure on your shoulders.

#omg i got carried away w this skldfjksldjf #tysm for this ask moon it made me dizzy aaaaa #mazeinthemoon #violet's inbox #yeonjun soft thoughts

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sunafc · 2 days

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accidentally in love - 9, don't overthink

taglist: @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @gigiiiiislife @phoenix-eclipses @needtoloveoutloud @azharyy @dearneverland @sleepystrwbrryy @oliwiasworlds

if u want to be added in the taglist just say so in the comments and i'll gladly add u 🩷

‘Alright,’ Oikawa places his cup on the desk and sits in front of you, ‘Now that we have coffee we can start.’

You start working on your project, you tell him what to write and he types away on his pc. This is going way better than you thought it would. He’s actually collaborating with you instead of scribbling on the side of your notebook or kicking your legs under the table to annoy you like he would do in class. A couple of hours pass by without even noticing.

‘I think this is enough for today,’ he says leaning back on his chair, ‘Besides, I have practice soon.’

You hum and get up to see how the project is coming together. You look down at the screen from behind the boy.

‘It’s alright, but it’s looking kinda bland,’ you say.

‘What do you mean?’

‘We should add some pictures, also maybe this section would be better in this part right here,’ you say pointing at the screen.

‘It’s fine we have to do a presentation so we have to speak, people don’t need to see it,’ Oikawa says.

He tries to close his laptop but you stop him, ‘The professor will see it so it matters, it should stand out.’

‘Honestly, only you could worry about such a thing,’ he turns his head to you, ‘We’re not gonna do that, it’s a waste of time.’

‘Fuck you, we’ll do it.’

‘We won’t.’

‘We will.’

He gets up and towers over you, ‘Look, angel, it really is just a waste of time.’

You didn’t even care what the fight was about anymore, the guy would just get on your nerves like no one else could and you just wanted to be right.

‘We are doing it. I don’t care what you think, sometimes you just need to shut up and—’

His lips on yours steal the words coming out of your mouth, his hands on your waist stop any thoughts from forming in your mind. It was just a peck but it still made you feel sparks in your body.

‘You need to shut up,’ he whispers on your lips.

With that, the kiss is long forgotten and you are angry again, ‘You are so annoying,’ you want to hit something, want to say something to get on his nerves more than he does with you but he’s so close, too close, ‘I can’t stand you.’

He gives you another peck, ‘Neither do I,’ and another, until he’s constantly kissing you, until your hand are in his hair, until your lips part, until he seals your lips together and deepens the kiss.

You’re not sure why he’s kissing you. Maybe he really just wants to shut you up but it doesn’t matter because you take it as a challenge and kiss him back. Maybe you want him to be breathless, so he’ll be the one to shut up. Maybe you are liking it. Maybe you don’t even care because your mind is in a thick fog and the only clear thing is his touch on you. You can’t stop and you don’t want to. Oikawa also doesn’t seem like he’s stopping anytime soon. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you’re already thinking about what will happen next. Will he confess he liked you this whole time, will you confess you like him too, will you start dating? Wait do you even like him or is he just a good kisser? What if he’ll act as if nothing happened? And why do you even care? You were pretty sure you hated him. Maybe you should stop, grab your things and leave. Maybe you’ll ask the professor to do the project alone or better yet you could drop the class, drop college and move to another country so you’ll never see him again and if someone has to get hurt it’ll be him.

Oikawa pushes you back until you hit his bed and sit on it. A hand on your neck and the other holding your jaw still as his lips keep moving on yours. You think it’s really unfair that his lips are so soft. You hope yours are softer and are driving him insane. He moves from your lips to your jaw and your neck and, as good as that feels, you kind of miss them nibbling on your bottom lip. He bites gently on your neck and sucks on your smooth skin. It feels like a fever dream but the noise of the front door opening wakes you up. You pull Oikawa’s head away from you as whoever is entering says a loud ‘Shittykawa, I’m back!’

Oikawa takes a good look at you, semi-lying on his bed with disheveled hair and smudged lipstick. He feels himself blushing. He brings his thumb to your lips and tries to clean up the mess from your makeup.

You quickly get up and stuff your things in your bag just in time for his roommate to enter the bedroom.

‘Oh, hi,’ he says, ‘Sorry, I didn't know there was someone over.’

‘It’s okay Iwa, we were done with the project already.’

Okay, maybe dropping out of college and moving to another country is a bit dramatic, but if he wants to act as if nothing happened, you can do that too.

‘I was leaving anyway,’ you reassure him as you walk towards the door, then you turn to Oikawa, ‘And for the project, we’ll do as I say.’

You leave clueless at how Iwaizumi didn’t miss the hickey on your neck and the faint traces of your lipstick on Oikawa’s face.

notes:

y/n’s thoughts are a mess lol

oikawa is basically already in love but he’s scared of rejection and doesn’t want to accept his feelings so he resolves by arguing and shamelessly flirting with you

i hope there aren't any typos in the written portion.. if there are some ignore them :)

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#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru smau

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quitealotofsodapop · 3 days

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Nobody bays an eye at the fact that MK's mom is a very much male presenting person. They live in a world where shape-shifting is the norm, and there is literally a famous story about a kingdom with a river that can make anyone, no matter the gender, pregnant. Its not an impossible thing to imagine for them, especially since they suspect MK to be a demon at that point anyway, which means his mom is guaranteed to be one too. No, the biggest surprise in regards to Wukong's pregnancy comes more from who Wukong is rather than any sort of gender he presents as, but it's rather easily explained away. After all, there's no reason for Wukong to hide the fact that Stone Monkey pregnancies are often fatal and result in many complications, so as the stronger and more durable between himself and his mate as well as the one with mor most layers of immortality, it's simple logic that he'd be the one to bear their young.

At least, that's how Wukong describes it later. What he neglected to realize is that just because the specifics of Stone Monkey pregnancies have become somewhat common knowledge amongst the celestials, the mortals do not share in that knowledge and hus rather blase attitude in regards to potentially dying in childbirth does little to ease DBK, Pigsy, Tang, or Sandy's concern. PIF is a little more understanding of Wukong's position, having gone through similar complications with Redson's birth, and actually applauds his willingness and bravery in bringing more children into the world, even whilst almost losing his life to bring his eldest into the world.

prev post.

That and they don't want to assume anything in case MK's mom is a trans person. Wukong is fine with both Mama/Baba titles, and if he carried the kid it only makes sense to him to be "Mom" to them.

In a world of demons, trans people, shapeshifting, and rivers that make your pregnant, you just grow up knowing that sometimes a dude gets pregnant.

Regular Stone Monkey pregnancies aren't anymore fatal than say wild monkey statistics, but the Stone Egg method is super dangerous. Stone Monkeys basically donate so much of their life energy to the world around them that there's very little left over for themselves. The "Boulder" atop FFM is even described as spreading orchids and mushrooms into the earth around it.

PIF admires and envies Wukong a little for his success, despite the terror surrounding little Xiaotian's arrival. She wonders if DBK hadn't been imprisoned, if they could have had such luck.

Wukong very simply explains to the Noodle Gang that he's like the healthiest demon around, and his mate is slightly more fragile than him (literally born in the anaerobic enviroment of the moon = no immune system), so he takes over for baby-incubating. The gnag are super intrigued!

Tang: "So when did you decide to have MK?" Wukong, laughing: "Oh, that was a happy accident! A happy, kinda-scary, 14 year accident." Noodle Gang: (*all nod on understanding/awkwardness*) MK: "Yeah, thats why I grew up being told never to bury myself under a mountain." Noodle Gang: "...wut?" Tang:, JTTW brain activating: "Wait. Did you say 14 years!? As in during the Journey!?!"

Wukong pretty much pulls out corkboard of crayon drawings (like in "The Plan Man") to explain the process and how Macaque accidentally left Wukong "rock pregnant" under Five Finger Mountain - a collage crafted specifically back when MK had first asked about the "Birds and the Bees". The Noodle Shop Gang are horrified - and so is MK for having to re-live it.

Everyone comes away from that specifc lunchtime knowing a little too much about the reproductive habits of Stone Monkeys.

Hilariously I can imagine a situation like with the Eclipse Twins in the TMKATI au (both monkeys got el-pregante with either twin) happening here.

But with the current day. Remember how I pointed out that out of all the Nodelets, one shadow planet was missing? >:3

Once the LBD situation is dealt with at the end of S3;

Guanyin: (*gently grabs Macaque by the scruff of the neck*) Guanyin: "How long were you going to run around getting into danger without telling him [Wukong] you were expecting as well?!" Macaque, honestly confused: "Pardon???" Wukong: (*GASP!*) "Hypocrite!" Macaque: "In my defence, I didn't know that could happen."

MK barfs just *a little* at the announcement (MK: "I TOLD you they were being gross!").

Que the last Lunar Nodelet; Ziqi being made. This time via a very nervous Macaque.

Shadow monkey is on 24 hour lockdown pretty much to watch out for health complications, a reasonable punishment for his little disappearing act. Complications arise only because Mac was away from FFM for an appointment with Lao Tzu when a certain Scroll got found...

#post jttw stone egged au #jttw stone egged au #pregnancy mention tw #sun wukong #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #liu er mihou #lmk pif #lmk princess iron fan #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid

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akwolfgrl · 1 day

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How sweet it is to be loved by them

Sanji wasn't sure why, but he was going to invite the young alpha to join him and Zoro in his nest. He could see their home docked near by, he was almost there. He could see Luffy sitting and waiting for him. There was only one barrel left outside. When Luffy caught sight of him, he waved his arm excitedly just like earlier this morning.

“Sanji!” Luffy called out his name.

“Luffy, were you waiting for me?” Sanji asked, sending a puff of smoke from his cigarette into the air.

“Yes! I got help build a nest for the first time!” Luffy waited until he stepped on the ship. He warped his long rubbery arms around Sanji.

The other alpha scent was completely different from Zoro. he came off in rolling waves of sweet, smokey, and savory meat roasting over a roaring fire with friends surrounding the feast. Then it changed into that intoxicating scent you rarely catch right as the sun comes out after rainfall, where the earth is fresh and everything is still wet. It was a warmth he wanted to bask in… before catching one more underlying haunted promise that whatever Luffy set his mind to, he would achieve it.

Sanji put away the food he had carried with him as Zoro passed by him to grab the last barrel. He needed to crawl into his nest soon, but he still had shit to get done.

“Come on love cook go nest I know where you put everything,” Zoro had come back into the kitchen placing the barrel into the pantry.

“Fine,” Sanji couldn't resist anymore, it sounded too perfect.

Sanji crawled into his nest purring, he had taken Luffy with him, the other alpha stood outside of the nest bouncing on his heels waiting for an invitation. Sanji patted the matters next to him, the young alpha shed his shoes and hat before carwing into the nest with him. Sanji warped around the smaller alpha, placing his head again his chest, when Zoro arrived he would cuddle him from behind.

“Sanji,” Luffy spoke soft and quiet as the waves gently rocked the bed.

“Hmm?” Sanji hummed in curiosity.

“What's your dream?” Luffy asked him.

“Have you heard of the all blue?” Sanji asked, he knew the answer already but asked it anyway.

“Nope,” Sanji wasn't surprised.

“It's a sea were fish from all over the world live! Every sea has own unique fish and sea creatures but the all blue has it all! It's been my dream for as long as I can remember, “ Sanji explained. “I almost didn't join Zoro, but I would have missed him to much,” Sanji had watched him leave or had left him so many times over the years that he couldn't bear the thught of never seeing him ever again.

“Everything's been put away,” Speak of the devil, Zoro climbed in with the spooning him from behind. He must have showered at some point because his hair was still damp.

“Thank you mossy,”

“Your lucky I love you so much,” Zoro grumbled into neck but Sanji could hear the smile in his voice before the green haired alpha kissed his neck. “I saw the marrintrd carbs, did you want them in an ongri like what was planed for me?” Zoro knew how to cook, he was no chef but Zeff hadn't let him leave during alpha training until he knew how to feed himself.

“Mmm, I don't think that will be enough for everyone but we can have it as snack,”

“What was marrined?” Luffy chimed intot he conversion.

“The carb form this morning, it was supposed to be for Zoro tonight, honestly if that's the best the marines have for the east blue it's no wonder we're called the weakest sea,”

“If we're the weakest, who's the strongest?” Luffy asked.

“Hmm porbly the north blue,” Sanji didn't like to think of the north or of grema.

“Well I guess we got lucky,”

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 2 days

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Don't Get Attached | Drabble Series

"I don't do that sharing shit,"

Gulping down my 3rd? 4th? Or, maybe 5th shot? I mean, it clearly really doesn’t matter anymore as I’ve already lost count of the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight. Mom, Dad, I’m so sorry, but it was either this or my crippling anxiety taking over my senses in the form of a meltdown somewhere in the corner of the neon lights. With the new school year beginning, a tide of frat parties has unleashed its wrath, inviting everyone who has ever stepped foot on campus. See, I’m usually not one to fall for such a trap, but my friends decided it was “good for me”. Whatever that means. At this point, though, it's hard to decipher their logic when my own slowly dissipates into thin air.

Nonetheless, here I was, against my own will, in a sparkly halter top and some knee-high leather boots. Hey, I might be anxious but at least I look good. And, no, I didn’t dress up for anyone. Believe it or not, girls like to feel good for themselves and not the male gaze. Shocker.

Unfortunately, attention was caught, and not the good kind as from the corner of my eye I saw a shadow slowly approaching my influenced self, dancing carelessly to the hip-hop throwbacks blasting through the living room speakers. The closer they got, the more I had to squint to barely make out their face since the lights in the room became more dim, almost rivaling the same ambiance of an underground cave. However, although we were still relatively distant from one another, the stench of alcohol in his system was enough to invoke a sense of disturbance in me. With a panting breath, I took a few steps back, trying to excuse myself from the dilemma before suddenly feeling his hands on my waist.

“Hey get …” I snapped, my helpless cry cut short by the presence of another body coming in between us. Hiding behind his broad shoulders, I could no longer see the drunk head that almost monopolized my body, but merely heard the exchange of a few words between the two before Mr. X turned his attention back to my furrowed brows.

“There you are, baby,” he says slowly with a sly smile before placing a soft peck on my forehead. Flinching from the sensation of his chains on my cheek, I press my palms on his chest to create some distance between us. Great, it seems like I was “saved” from a guy with bad intentions by another guy with bad intentions.

“Baby?” I chuckle from the sheer disbelief. Who does he think he is? This better be some kind of a joke. Where are the cameras?

“Hmm, is my sweet girl still mad?” his voice is soft, but the smirk on his face is anything but that.

“Wha … what are you on?” I can’t help but yelp, trying to push his tattooed arms off of me until he pulls us closer, boycotting any hints of personal space to whisper something in my ear.

“I suggest you play along if you want him to leave,” he hushes, pressing his chest closer to my burning body, natural with his touch as his hands innocently caress my curls. Focusing on the man behind him, I could feel my chest tighten, palms getting moist from the nerves kicking in. Is he trying to suggest I play along with his act of being my boyfriend?

“Not mad, just missed you,” I whisper back into his ear before kissing his cheek as I proceed to fall into character. Tracing my hands down his back, my gaze is focused on the mischievous smirk forming on the man’s face before he takes another sip of his beer and slowly trails off into the crowd. Glancing back once in a while to confirm our act.

“Thanks,” I sigh in relief, stumbling on my heels as my hands immediately let go of his. Scanning the room, my only wish is to find my friends and leave this shit show of a party. That is until my thoughts are interrupted by Mr. X’s sudden change of manner.

“That’s it? That’s all I get?” he chuckles, fixing the chains on his neck as his gaze lowers to my lips.

“Hmm? You’re kidding, right?” I gulp down the hesitation to scream before reaching for my purse as if the only belongings I kept in there weren’t my lip gloss and 3 sticks of gum.

“I saved you, didn’t I?” his voice is firmer this time, stepping closer to place his right hand on my back before it hits the wall. Once again caged behind those broad shoulders, only this time my fear doesn’t stem from the man behind us but the one standing in front of me. I knew this was too good to be true.

“What do you want?” I hesitate to ask, before looking up at his darkened orbs. Pathetic.

“What do you offer?” he leans closer, thumb caressing my flushed cheek.

“Do I look like a fucking Facebook Marketplace to you? Get off of me, before I scream,” I slap his hand trying to escape his grip on my waist, which, unfortunately, tightened with each of my attempts.

“Scream all you want, love, and while you’re at it, maybe try saying Jungkook, just so I know how you sound calling out my name,” he teases, nibbling on his lip ring.

“I hope you rot in hell, Jung…” my comeback is abrupt as he leans in for a kiss, almost too naturally, which just fuels my assumption of his playboy acts. Again, pathetic.

“Sorry, I thought he was coming back,” Jungkook winks with a sly smirk before tucking a few stray hairs behind my ear. The fact that he is so pushy and gentle at the same time blows my mind. Have I not just been assaulted? Or, it is fine because he said sorry?

“Do you often kiss strangers?” is all that I manage to let out despite the burning desire in my stomach that’s been wanting to punch him this whole time.

“Just the pretty ones,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on the soft skin before covering the evident cleavage peeking through my halter top.

“Don’t even think about it,” I snap, moving his face back to meet my furrowed gaze as his hands interlock with mine.

“Relax gorgeous, I’m not a total dickhead. But, you still owe me one,”

Days have passed since the chaos at the frat party, and I'm still trying to rinse myself free of the hands that were on me. My God, what a night. Never again, and that's a promise.

Ding Dong Ding Dong

My thoughts, as always, are flying at the speed of light but come to a sudden hault when I'm greeted by my project partner for the 300 level microbiology class I've enrolled in. To say that I absolutely despise this class would be somewhat of a downplay because I quite literally hate it with all of my body. And don't even get me started on the lab portion of it, I mean, talk about disappointment. So, you could only imagine my relief when my lab coordinator paired me up with Jaehyun, an Honors Microbio major. Literally hit the jackpot with this one!

“Oh, hey y/n!” Jaehyun waves with a soft smile, welcoming me in.

“Hi! Listen, I know I’m early, but it was my first time driving here, and I …” I burst out, explaining every minor detail that led up to my arrival.

“Chill there, buttercup, you're fine! I was just about to quickly shower, though, so would you mind waiting max 10 mins.” he closes the door behind me, taking my cardigan and leading us to the kitchen. To be honest, I was so nervous to meet this guy that I left my dorm almost 20 minutes earlier than planned, in fear of hitting traffic. See, Jaehyun is a very put-together student and clearly lives pretty comfortably in terms of finances. So, I didn't want to make a fool out of myself by getting lost in the rich neighborhood that I'm sure is taxing the amount of air I’m currently breathing.

“Of course! Don't mine me at all, I'll just sit right here and start making the template for our lab report,” I assure with a nervous smile, unpacking my backpack.

“Okay, do you want anything? We can order pizza later, but can I get you something to drink?” Jaehyun asks from the pantry room, rummaging through the cooler fridge.

“Oh, whatever you have is fine. I'm not picky,” I reply, watching him bring out 3 different kinds of sodas.

“You can choose, or even have all of them,” he chuckles, placing the drinks on the table with a bowl of dried banana chips on the side. Making sure I was comfortable, he grabbed his phone before heading upstairs.

“Just scream if you need anything,” his voice echoes from the staircase as the bathroom door shuts closed.

Replying with a nod, I scan the room filled with marble countertop and beautiful greenery. The house is too big for Jaehyun to live alone, so I'm assuming his parents are still here as well. Although, I have yet to see one picture of other residents or even Jaehyun himself. The only accessory on the fridge is an Iron Man magnet attached to a little note that says “Busan Boys”. Okay?

Shaking my head, I snap out of my Nancy Drew episode and get back to working on the report. Until my attention is once again sidetracked by a tiny Polaroid on the second shelf of the dining cabinet. Hesitating to get up, I eventually fall victim to my own curiosity, trying to get a glimpse of the mystery photo.

“Jeez, why are these shelves so high,” I grunt, huffing and puffing for air as I stand on my tippy-toes.

“Let me get that for you,” a male voice sends goosebumps down my back as his hand goes over mine. Before even turning around, my eyes widened at the sight of his tattoos. The ones I first noticed that night at the frat party.

“It's you. What are you doing here?” I yelp with my chest heaving up as my back presses against the countertop by the weight of his form.

“What a weird way of saying hello,” Jungkook smirks, handing me the Polaroid of him and Jaehyun at the grand entrace of our university.

“You and Jaehyun are related?” I try to hush my shock, but it's evident that the dots are not connecting. How can someone so calm and gentle like Jaehyun be associated with a walking playboy like Jungkook? I mean one of them has to adopted. Right?

“Shocker, I know.” he scoffs, leaning closer before tucking a few hair strands behind my ear.

“Y/N! Is everything alright down there?” Jaehyun yells from the bathroom, trying to outscream the sound of the hairdryer. Looking up at Jungkook’s amused gaze, my own furrows before reassuring Jaehyun that I'm fine.

“Y/n, huh?” he chuckles, moving in closer before our lips are inches apart as his one hand trails my side.

“Get off of me or else I'll scream,” I snap, trying to push his chest, which only makes him enjoy this more.

“You love to scream, don’t you? But, don't you think you should change first?” his tone suddenly changes before locking his eyes with mine.

“Why should I change?” I ask before flinching from the cold sensation of Coke spraying all over my white tank top. This idiot has been shaking the can this whole time, plotting his schemes to embarrass me some more

“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?” I yell, hitting his back as he throws my restless body over his shoulder.

“It's okay, love, no need to feel embarrassed. Accidents happen,” he assures teasingly, rubbing my back for support.

“Fuck you, put me down now,” I demand before my body plops onto the soft mattress as he locks the door behind us. Turning back, Jungkook's expression eases, scanning my teary eyes.

“I'm not afraid of you,” I whisper, scooting back with every step he takes.

“I'm glad,” he smirks, hovering over my frame as his chains dangle inches away. Gulping down the nerves, I could feel my chest heave up as his hooded gaze drops to my lips.

“Can I?” Jungkook softly whispers, naive to his request under the circumstances that he has already put me.

“Do I really have a choice?” I scoff, almost letting out a chuckle from the sheer arrogance.

“Good point,” he mumbles, leaning in for a kiss. Soft with his touch, his hand caresses my cheek before I finally cave in and kiss him back. Was I possessed by another spirit? We will never know. Will I regret this? Probably.

“I'm cold,” I whimper, shivering from the cold residue sticking to my skin.

“I'm sorry, love, here, let me take this off of you,” he replies, nibbling on his lip ring before moving the tank top just enough to see my belly piercing. Shaking his head with a sly smirk, Jungkook places a trail of kisses up my stomach before reaching the fabric of my bra.

“Please don’t look,” I stop his hands, glancing up at his dark orbs as he replies with a gentle nod before rummaging through his closet.

“Put this on,” he says, handing me a grey hoodie with his initials on it. JJK.

“Aren't you going to turn around?” I ask with a furrowed look, scooting up so my back is against the headrest.

“Do you want me to?” he teases, inching closer before we both stop as the sound of Jaehyun's steps gets more prominent.

“Shit, I need to go,” I snap, quickly changing into his hoodie before fixing my hair.

“Relax, he may look smart, but he is actually quite dim,” Jungkook scoffs, nibbling on his lip ring as my back hits the door. Placing each hand on my side, he leans closer, eyes focused on mine.

“Why are you so nervous, anyway? Do you like him?” he asks with a raspy voice, waiting for my reply.

“No, we're just lab partners. But …”

“Good. I don't do that sharing shit,” Jungkook is quick with his reply, giving me a teasing wink as our lips touch for the last time.

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I also want to say this as a transmasculine nonbinary person that I’ve seen a LOT of trans men be uncomfortable with the term being universalised to include them. Transmasculine started out as a nonbinary label (I think, I could be mixed up) that described enben who were transitioning to a more masculine point instead of a neutral one. Obviously trans men can use transmasculine if they feel like it fits, but still I think it’s best to not just lump us together with the label because there are so many trans men who aren’t comfortable with it (I’ve actually seen a lot of people saying that it straight up makes them dysphoric because they take it as being seen as less of a man)

Same goes for non-transmasculine afab nonbinary people— there’s actually a lot of people calling to just get rid of the terms because they see it as just an indicator of agab. I’ve actually encountered more transneutral afab enben who hate being called transmasculine than I have trans men who hate it. It makes sense, the entire point for transneutral enben is transitioning to some sort of complete middle, or outside of gender alltogether, and aligning them with a specific gender is not only just incorrect but also very uncomfortable and dysphoria inducing for a lot of them. A lot of people also really don’t like the idea of t being ��transmasculine transition’, which I totally get because I feel the same way when someone says that t is inherently ‘male transition’

(btw this is all stuff I’ve heard from these groups, I’m not just saying what I think goes through their heads or anything)

On a personal note, I also don’t like the universalisation of it because it feels like aligned enben can’t really have a term to describe ourselves— like, being a transmasc or transfem nonbinary person is a very complicated experience, most of us really struggle with this sort of balancing act of androgyny and maleness/femaleness, we’re like an in-beteeen of an in-between and it’s really fucking hard to deal with. It would just be nice if we could have our own label and space to discuss it and help each other with it. But I also get that now a lot of trans men resonate with the term and it would very much be a dick move to just say ‘nope, you can’t use this anymore, fuck you lol’, like, no

idk, I think about this a lot and the topic comes up quite frequently so I have a lot to say on it, but I can’t exactly articulate it, so I hope this made sense sorry

if anyone has sources to show otherwise i'd be happy to see them but i've always been under the impression that "transmasc(uline)" and "transfem(inine)" were umbrella terms first and foremost, with origins in the world of medical transitioning, particularly HRT, that sought specifically to include non-binary people and therefore not imply that everyone going through [medical] masculinization or feminization necessarily identifies as a man or a woman. whether the end goal is conceptualized by the individual as a masc/fem role, it's just a matter of having useful, succinct language to describe shared experience. i really don't see it as denoting agab any more than the term "trans man/woman" does. like if you really are not comfortable denoting your agab at all, it sounds like you're not comfortable talking about being trans period.

as for the binary trans men who hate it i'm gonna be real, i cannot comprehend being mad about someone using an umbrella term simply to address you and others who have significant things in common with you in one breath. i'm a binary trans man and i won't lie, i have had my phase of whining about being "lumped in with non binary people," but like... that's what it was. it was a phase that i'm over because i've grown up and now realize that it doesn't actually dilute my identity to simply have things in common with other people. it would be like a square being mad about being called a rectangle because "you're erasing the fact that i am SPECIFICALLY a square!" literally no, no one is erasing anything. especially not in the context of a poll that's just trying to not draw really arbitrary lines, and which you also literally don't have to answer.

i think it's completely valid to be made dysphoric or uncomfortable by any terminology, but there's a point at which you kind of have to accept that that is a you thing? if a term's literal function is to be inclusive and you feel excluded somehow bc you don't like that you're not being acknowledged as fundamentally different than the others who that term applies to... like i'm sorry, that's kind of ridiculous. you have to accept that it's ridiculous and not anyone else's problem.

also i truly think that if it's coming to contentions such as "just because i'm a man doesn't mean i'm masculine" or ppl otherwise trying to draw hard lines between masc and man/male as definitions... i truly think you are just trying to make this more complicated than it is. like we do need words to describe things, lol.

in any case my thing - at least on this blog - is always gonna be in the context of making polls. firstly i'm working with a character and option limit. secondly, the questions being asked make it sometimes relevant to use some terms that lump groups together, denote agab, etc. the more i think about it, i don't think there's going to be a solution that satisfies everyone, and i also don't think that there's a huge problem with that.

(btw none of this is directed at anon, you articulated yourself fine, i'm just jumping off of your talking points)

edit: irt anon not liking the universalization of "transmasc" - it just occurred to me, would "transmasc nonbinary" not simply work? like it seems to me that you just need to add the word nonbinary and now you're gucci

#anonymous #not polls

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alexthesillybilly · 2 days

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This is a character analysis on Springtrap- if you have some kind of fear of death or body horror and don't want to see that, this is your warning ❤

"The Safe Room".

After thirty years trapped in that safe room, William's mind would never be the same.

No matter how much his body rotted- first his corpse, and slowly, the suit, too- no matter how much of him decayed or was eaten away by bugs, he was still alive.

He could try to rip his corpse out of the suit. He could try to throw himself against the walls of that room to get them to break down, even just a little.

Or he could just sit.

At first it was thinking. Sitting in the corner of the room, trying to occupy his mind with his memories, trying to analyse any detail he'd missed- something, anything to keep him sane.

But one day, without him even noticing, it slipped away.

There must've been some day where when this thing thought, it was no longer William- but Springtrap.

How long had it been there?

How long would it be stuck here?

Was it all in vain to keep any hope, to continue begging that somebody would find it?

At some point, the safe room would have broken him. Further than he'd ever known.

Everything William had experienced- the springlock failures, all the pain he caused, burning over and over and over again, even being trapped in his own hell-

None of it compared to the safe room.

None of it compared to the endless void that was that room.

He could see nothing, it was completely dark in the room.

He could hear nothing, other than the occasional bug or rat finding its way in, possibly the rain leaking through the roof.

He could smell nothing other than his own rot- if he could even sense that at all anymore.

He could taste nothing other than his own blood.

And, god, he felt nothing but his own excruciating pain, both physical and psychological. But at some point, it wasn't even pain anymore. It was just how he was, how this creature existed. At some point he must've been aching to feel anything, even if it was more pain- longing for any kind of stimulation at all, no matter how horrific.

At some point, he realized that this was death,

and it would never,

ever,

end.

#girl talk #fnaf #springtrap #fnaf 3 #UM. SORRY #MENTAL ILLNESS MOMENT #ANYWAYS #tw horror #yooo im writing!!#character analysis #angst #william afton #body horrow cw #fnaf angst #fnaf analysis

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kuroo-hitsuji · 3 days

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Maybe Levi and Beel with purring, if you don't mind?

Absolutely :) apologies in advance if any of this is incoherent, i wrote most of it out half asleep and did my best to fix it but my brain skips over things when i reread so it could go either way 💀

Context, i headcanon purring (positively or negatively charged) in demon society to be the kind of emotional display most people avoid doing publicly for the most part, like crying and etc in a lot of human society, often being tied to vulnerability

Levi - absolute master of silent purring. A lot of his emotions are really strong and happiness/excitement is no exception, especially when it comes to his interests; he's gotten good at purring silently as a matter of necessity, his social anxiety would vaporize him on the spot if purring about his blorbos drew attention to him in public, but he can't just not go to limited addition merch events and etc, and he also feels like he'll explode if he doesn't channel his excitement somehow, so he does it Silently (and feels very sneaky and prides himself on this ability lol. Some people do actually notice occasionally but at that point he is usually so engrossed with whatever is causing it in the first place to actually notice. As far as he's aware he's got a spotless record agsjsdg). In the privacy of his home (more realistically just his room, but not exclusively) he doesn't bother as much with keeping quiet. If MC is present its about a 50/50 shot between loud or silent purring, mostly depending on if its from general contentment or from shock and nerves at something cute MC did lmao.

When his purr is audible its very consistent and kind of crunchy? That's the best word i can find rn but its not exactly what i mean djdhshhd like. You know the kind of purr that lowkey sounds similar to crushing a paper bag or something? (But like, more even and consistent and purr-sounding lmao i have no idea what I'm saying anymore-). If he's really flustered by whatever caused the purring it gets weird and choppy because it cuts out when he forgets to breath properly lol

Beel - Literally a chainsaw. He is so large (lots of space to make loud and deep sound) and simply does not care that much about social norms jfzjfz He does tend to catch himself quickly when it happens (usually about getting a snack he's particularly excited about, in which case his stomach growling also tends to mask the short sound to begin with lmao), cutting the purring short in a way that kind of sounds like a tiger chuffing, but it's mostly just because he's been taught to do so and generally does do his best to follow rules ("rules") when he's aware of them. He's mostly the same in public and at home, just a bit less careful about it at home, and will generally drop the effort the most around Belphie and ofc MC. He found it to be a surprisingly useful comfort tool when they first fell as well, for himself but especially for Belphie (who was insistent that it was not actually helpful, not wanting to accept such a bizarre change, as if he could actually lie to his twin about something like this. Even without the twin telepathy the positive effects of it were visible).

#obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me levi #obey me beel #these are two of my most fleshed out purring headcanons tbh thank u #levi #Beel #personal headcanon #asks

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