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aahsokaatano · 1 year
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I can't believe that Hal Jordan is canonically in Hell in the Teen Titans/Teen Titans Go universes
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anatomicalmartyr · 7 months
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Conrad Veidt and Lil Dagover in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)
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marc--chilton · 1 month
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love love love love those moments where house's all seeing baby blues get misty. love when he gets super pathetic about his and wilson's friendship and how sometimes he pushes just a little too much so wilson draws a line like he can end what they have Right There as he stands without batting an eye as if that isn't one of the most devastating things you can tell house. sometimes that man just looks the most beautiful at his most vulnerable
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bby-deerling · 6 months
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I’m so glad you will write for Sanji!!
Can i please request a Sanji x reader in the whole cake arc where before that Sanji and reader would flirt and have this connection making reader think their relationship would go further but suddenly Sanji decides to ignore them making reader sad and one day he just say goodbye to the strawhats because he will marry pudding breaking reader’s heart (like tons of angst)
Thankfully luffy didn’t believe Sanji and forms a plan to rescue Sanji, so when Sanji and reader are together Sanji confess to reader that he did it to protect them and he was scared this would become his life instead of staying forever with reader?
Sorry if its too much and too especifica dear amazing writer, its okay if you don’t want to write it. I just need a Sanji angst to fluff
I’m also happy the message made you happy, it’s true! The way you write its amazing! Glad you decided to write, post it here and for my tumblr to put you in my page!
Have a nice day!
thank you so much for the request! <3 i made a few lil tweaks, but i hope you still enjoy it!
crazy (sanji x reader) angst w/a happy ending, hurt/comfort, wci spoilers. wc 1.2k
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He was back.
He was back, and to everyone else it was like nothing had even happened—even Nami had forgiven him with relative ease.  The whole crew was acting as if the events of the last week and some change were a complete dream, and he never left.
As if he hadn’t been about to marry someone else.
You were a complete fool, thinking you could capture the heart of a man who constantly flitted from one woman to the next.  No stranger to the art of seduction, he threw himself at almost any woman that crossed his path, and on rare occasions, had gotten lucky when the occasional girl on an island would throw him a bone, but he had done so much to try to assure you his affections for you were genuine. 
Neither of you had confessed your true feelings for each other outright other than Sanji's dramatic professions that you would be a fool to take seriously; prior to his departure, you had been trapped in a delicate dance back and forth with each other that had slowly bloomed into something that felt more serious—at least it did to you.  It seemed so silly looking back on it—despite the way that he had toned down his flirtations with other women in order to convince you to fall for him, you should have known it was a matter of time until he went back to his natural habits.  The teasing touches, comfortable silence while doing dishes, and long, emotional talks over a late-night cigarette could only have kept him captivated for so long before moving along to someone else.
Despite the massive headache and heartache the cook was causing, you couldn’t even call him on it right now; after him having been through so much with his biological family, it would be nothing short of cruel to attack him over his wandering eye.  Still, you couldn’t help but hurt tremendously as he served drinks to you and Nami, mask of a smile on his face, without so much as a conversation with you about what had transpired, much less where the two of you stood with each other.  In fact, he seemed to be avoiding you, slipping into the kitchen if he saw you flagging him down on the deck, and contrived some reason to leave if you entered his workspace.
As you suck on your straw deep in thought, refreshing taste of pineapple juice running down your throat, you decide to follow him back into the kitchen.  You could stand him losing interest, but him avoiding anything but basic pleasantries with you was too much for you to handle.
“Ah, hello there, dear!” he says when you enter the kitchen, refusing to meet your eyes and instead feigning interest in a recipe book on the counter.  “I was just about to check on Chopper and Luffy, did you need something?”
Another thinly veiled excuse.  He steals a glance at you, and tenses when he sees you’re not buying it.
“Sanji, you’ve been avoiding me.” you say, voice wavering.  You had intended it to come out far firmer, but your emotions were already getting the best of you before the conversation had even started.
He swallows hard, and turns to look at you.  The silence pounds in your ears at he carefully chooses his words.
“I think we should have this conversation somewhere more private.” he says, sending chills down your spine.  Unable to respond verbally, you nod and follow him to the aquarium bar, which was thankfully empty.  He closes and locks the door, and stands behind the bar across from you; the tabletop separating you felt wider than the ocean you were sailing on.  Despite him being the one to pull you away to talk, he finds it difficult to speak.
“So.  I’ve been avoiding you.” he says, cringing with guilt at vocalizing his intentions.  You remain silent, waiting to hear him out, and the pain in your stare breaks his heart.
“I’ve been avoiding you because I’m no good for you.” he says, staring downward and unable to bear your gaze any longer.  You still don’t speak, forcing him to keep spilling his heart out, an activity that had felt effortless before, and like knives on his tongue now.
“What kind of man leaves the woman he loves to marry someone else?” he asks, hands shaking.
“The kind that wants to protect his friends.” you say, gingerly reaching out to lay your palm on top of his.  He instinctively laces his fingers with yours, and the familiar touch pulls at his heartstrings.
“I did do it to protect you all, you know that, right dear?” he says, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that his betrayal was worth all of the pain it had caused.
“I know, Sanji.” you say, trying in vain to swallow the lump forming in your throat.  “And you were brave for doing it.”
“Not when I’ve hurt you like this—” he insists, tears pricking in his visible eye and grip on your hand tightening.
“Sanji, what’s hurting me is you avoiding me.” you say, interrupting him, and with a firmness to your voice that makes him twitch.  “What’s hurting me is you refusing to even talk to me and acting like everything we had was a dream and leaving me wondering if you ever truly cared about me at all.”  Even though it needed to be said, you immediately feel guilt for saying it as his head falls into his arm and chokes back sobs.
“Of course I care, darling,” he chokes out, “I’m trying to let you go because I care.  I don’t deserve you.  I didn’t deserve you then, and I don’t deserve you now.” he insists, words muffled by his sleeve.  You run your thumb across his hand in an attempt to comfort him, but it only seems to make him more distressed.  His reaction finally gets you to break, and now both of you were sobbing messes.
“Sanji, please don’t let me go.” you plead between gasps for air.  “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.  I should have come to you sooner to comfort you instead of letting you try to distance yourself from me.  I should have known better.”
Your gazes meet, red and watery from tears.  Desperately, you search his face for any sign of what his next words will be, but he stays as silent as you had been minutes before.  Just as he had done, you take a shaky breath and decide to continue.
“I love you, Sanji.  I love you with the constancy of the sun rising and the moon falling.  I love you unconditionally.  All I ask is that if you feel the same way, you stay by my side.”
Something changes in the glint of his eye as he’s suddenly stirred to life.  Normally he is the one for poetic, drawn out confessions of love, but you’ve rendered him speechless as he lets go of your hand and slides over the top of the bar—in any moment less dramatic than this you would have laughed—and stands in front of you, spinning you around in your stool to face him.
“I love you, dear.  On this day and every day, and all the days to come, I love you.” he whispers, softly caressing your face before leaning in to seal his confession with a kiss.  It starts out chaste, but quickly turns into something messy, emotional, and passionate.
“Do you have any idea how scared I was?  That I would never get to see your radiant face again and tell you how I felt?” he rasps.
“So was I, Sanji,” you whisper back,  “but I’m so glad I told you now.
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thefrogdalorian · 2 months
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Din Djarin + Chapter 1: The Mandalorian
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jasonisaacs · 9 months
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I advance myself only through victory.
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smol-soop-spoon · 5 months
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today's the 17th of december, which is not only my birthday but also marks the beginning of Richard's terrible, terrible winter break
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writer-komaru · 1 year
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Hello! I have returned! (I mean I was always here I just haven’t been feeling motivated to write :p)
I write this after completing the newest boss battle in genshin and I am inconsolable. So don’t mind me as I self indulge just a bit. ^^ (Spoilers in tags)
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Plot - giving scara a present (confession?)
Genre - fluff to comfort
Song - Eternity ♪ Final Fantasy (guitar cover)
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“Follow me!”
“Don’t pull me around like I’m some sort of child! Where are you even taking me, Traveler?”
Scaramouche growled in annoyance. You held his hand tight on your own, running quickly through the dense forest. Despite his words of protest, he made no effort to pull his hand out of your grasp.
“You’ll see when we get there. It’s not much farther away.”
“Hmph.. this better be worth my time.”
After a few more seconds, light began to pour out from an opening ahead of you both. As you and scaramouche finally exited the forest, his eyes widened at the sight before him.
“So… what do you think?”
“It’s….”
The sight of the flower field around you was almost breathtaking. The vibrant colors shone brightly as the sunlight painted the land in a soft, warm glow. The tall lilac-tilted trees around the clearing gave the field a secluded feeling. It was like a small, private place just for the two of you.
“Traveling sure does have its perks, huh?”
You smiled warmly at him. He almost didn’t know what to say.
“I still don’t know why you took me here. Am I supposed to be impressed or something? I’ve seen many different types of environments in my lifetime.”
Your smile turned into a frown.
“Even after I took you all this way to show you something special to me, you still aren’t impressed. Ahh, my heart! It hurts!”
You fall down onto the comfy bed of flowers, clutching your chest dramatically. But, just as you suspected, Scaramouche ran over to you in a panic.
“Are you alright?! Are you hurt?”
He knelt down next to you and examined your body, trying to see if there was any sort of wound on you.
Even though he tried to see all big and bad, he still was such a softie sometimes.
“Hehehe, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m just joking.”
He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at you.
“Why would you joke about something like that?! What if something serious happened to you, huh? Would it still be a joke then?! Ugh… you’re so insufferable sometimes.”
“Yeah yeah…. Whatever you say, Scara.”
As scaramouche crossed his arms dramatically, pouting to himself, you decided it was finally time to prepare for the real reason you asked him to come here with you.
“I’ll be right back, I just need to get some stuff from the forest.”
The brisk fearful expression he gave before turning away again made you second guess yourself.
“Fine. Leave me for all I care.”
You signed, you should have been able to predict he would have reacted like that.
“You can come with me if you want, but it will only be a few minutes.”
Scaramouche paused to look at the ground before reluctantly taking your hand once more.
After walking through the flowers and finding a sturdy-looking tree, you took out a small knife from your back pocket. Scaramouche watched you in confusion as you began sawing off one of the limbs of the tree.
‘How inefficient.’
He mentally scoffed at you.
“Give me that.”
You gave him a confused look before handing him the knife. He approached the tree and with one swift, fluid motion, he sliced the tree limb right off with barely a single sound.
“Thank you, but you didn’t need to do all that.”
“Of course I did. You were barely even making any marks. We would have been here for hours if it wasn’t for me.”
“Hehe, we’ll then thank you for your contribution. Let’s head back now.”
Scaramouche watched you with a puzzled expression as you began to scrape the bark off of a small log you cut out of the branch. But any time your two made eye contact, he would just look away and scoff, saying something along the lines of,
“This is so pointless. Why do we even need to be out in the middle of nowhere if you just want to do some arts and crafts?”
You only chuckled in response.
This went on for hours before you were finally finished. After carving out the main shape, you gathered a few flowers and mixed it with some water in a stream nearby to add color to it.
“Finally you’re finished. Let’s get out of here so I can do something more worth my time-“
Before scaramouche could complete his sentence, you got up and sat down in front of him.
“Huh?”
“I bet you're wondering what this is. Well…”
You looked away out of nervousness, which made him groan.
“If you have something important to say, then spit it out.”
“Okay. Well, I’ve known you for a while now, and as time goes by, I feel like I’m learning more and more about you. And… I know this may not have any meaning to you since you see me as just a lowly worm, but I’m so deeply sorry about everything you’ve been through. I wish there was something I could have done back then, but I can't change the past. I can only change the future. And I want to make you a promise.”
You gently held out the object to Scaramouche, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.
“I want to promise you to always be there for you, even when it feels like you’re all alone. To always be there to support you when it feels like the world is turning against you. To always be there to comfort you when you feel as though you will always be alone. Because in reality, you won’t ever be alone anymore. I’ll make sure of it.”
“And, I know this isn’t really much, but I remember you told me about how you were trying to seek this out. So I made one for you. I… hope you like it.”
Scaramouche didn’t know what to say as you placed the wooden gnosis in his hands. This feeling…. This is the first time he has ever felt like this before. And before he knew it, he felt something begin to drip down from his cheeks, creating wet marks on his shorts. You gasped in surprise. You had never seen scaramouche cry ever in your whole time knowing him.
“Ah! I’m so sorry! Did I say something bad? Ah, I knew I shouldn’t have talked about your past.”
You mentally scolded yourself as you gently brushed your thumb over the corners of his eyes. All he could do was stare at you, still in shock.
“I….”
He looked away from you, clutching onto the gnosis tightly, as if scared it would dissolve in his grasp at any second.
His mind began to race.
Why were you so nice to him? Why is he crying? Why can’t he seem to let go of it even though he knows it’s fake? Why are you looking at him with such a soft yet worried expression? Why can’t he manage to say a single word?!
He forced himself to look back into your eyes. Your expression was so warm. It filled his cold, husk of a body up with feelings he’s never even known of before. For his whole life he has felt like a broken toy that’s been tossed away and forgotten, never to be loved ever again. But the more he hangs around you, the more he can feel himself growing to trust, even care for you. No matter how many times he tells himself he shouldn’t, that he will only get his heart broken again, he just can’t stop this feeling deep in his chest.
His shaky hand reached forward and grabbed the collar of your shirt, forcing you forward and into a tight hug. Your body stiffened from the sudden action.
“S-scara?”
“… thank you. Thank you for giving me hope.”
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“So….. you like the gift?”
You smirked at him as you both began to walk back towards the forest. He looked away out of embarrassment, scoffing at you.
“Like I should tell you, traveler.”
The whole trip back to your house he clung onto not only your hand but also the false gnosis.
Deep down, he always knew that he didn’t need a gnosis to feel complete. He always had you.
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bennpadgley · 1 year
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PENN BADGLEY You (2018-) 4.10 The Death of Jonathan Moore
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wrinkleintime · 9 months
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enterprise text posts: featuring trip (and friends) in Situations
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sandwichmustbetasty · 7 months
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i'm fucking sorry but
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izzy here is literally:
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thecoolestcowboy · 7 months
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season 1 stede bonnet has and will never let that word slip from his mouth during his entire career. he would be mortified and would die on the spot.
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koyot1 · 1 year
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newbie medic seconds before disaster
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mint-mumbles · 7 months
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He BECAME the little meow meow we always knew he was 🥹
Also, I’m so happy we’re actually getting cosmetic lore again. I love learning about characters, even trivial things that will never get brought up again (Can you tell I’m in a fandoms who try to put characters together with the little crumbs we have? 🥲)
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Now we know that Ji-Woon posts some real fucked up shit! (Hooray!…?)
He would probably make posts like this* and wouldn’t care what people said about him afterwards and would only make an apology video because Yun-Jin told him to. (Of course the script had to be approved before he actually began recording)
*The posts in question (oh, and here’s some JTHM, I don’t know how large the DBD and JTHM overlap is, but here you go :P):
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(This one isn’t concerning, but it is funny and in character):
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xcosmicsans · 3 months
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Happy valentines people. I present to you something I made years ago. Eons, even. And it has been haunting me ever since…
I would probably have posted it sooner, only it has about a million branching paths because I couldn’t decide what was funniest.
And then the answer it turns out is all of them actually make all the rest funnier so you really need them all, but god does it make formatting a nightmare
But anyway! @iridescentoracle this one’s for you On with the show or something I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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