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cerise-on-top · 3 days
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heyhey!! just wanted to say your works are amazing and i love them so so so SO much aagghhh!!
now onto the request— what if,, what if reader knew a ton of languages like nikolai does, and they call their s/o pet names in those languages. an example would be,, maybe if they knew french they would say 'mon chéri' or perhaps they picked up romanian at some point and would call them 'dragă'
the characters i have in mind are price, nik, alejandro, & rudy, if that's okay !! (´▽`)
sorry for the super long ask, lol :')
Hey there! Thank you, that makes me really happy to hear :D And don't worry about sending longer asks, I really don't mind ^^ Also, that request is really cute! I love reader speaking several languages and being a sweetheart in all of them :D
Price, Alejandro, Rodolfo and Nikolai with an S/O who Knows Many Languages
Price: I think he knows quite a few languages himself, being a captain in the SAS and all. Not nearly as many as Nikolai, but he probably knows a good three to four languages, so he likely wouldn’t be entirely clueless when you call him something along the lines of mon petit chou fleur. While he won’t understand every term of endearment you call him, it does warm his heart to hear you speak a language he doesn’t know. It flows off your tongue very nicely and he just loves listening to you. Depending on what kind of language it may be, even the profanities sound nice. Although whenever you want to get his attention, just to call him something in a language he doesn’t understand, he sort of expects it to be some cute pet name. Will always smile at you, even if you were to call him your albernes kleines Kaninchen. Retorts with a pet name in one of the languages he speaks. Sometimes he does feel the urge to learn a new language, just for you. Or maybe you could learn a new language together? Practice with each other and just have a good time overall? He might bring up the idea at some point.
Alejandro: Like Price, he probably knows a few languages himself. More than the average person, but not nearly as many as Nikolai. So probably three to four as well. However, because he knows Spanish there’s a good chance he can derive most words in a Romance language. Call him something along the lines of giliw and he’ll always retort with some embarrassing pet name in Spanish. Yes, he knows several languages himself, but that doesn’t mean he won’t almost always revert to Spanish anyway. Pretends that you’re using your languages against him and calls you a traitor. And, as is the rule in your household when you’ve betrayed him, you will be held accountable. Lots of chasing through the house. Will “interrogate” you to get you to tell him what you said. Call him a term of endearment in Spanish and you won’t ever hear the end of it. No matter how many times he hears you call him guapo, he always gets that goofy grin on his face. Might research embarrassing terms of endearment to use on you in any other language. And yes, his goal is to find a language you don’t speak. Once he’s found one? He’s not gonna let you live it down. He’s bested you, and that’s all he wanted.
Rodolfo: You’d actually have to call him by his name if you want his reaction since he usually just tends to block out people speaking a language he doesn’t know. Why bother trying to understand someone like that? It’s not like he’ll learn the language overnight anyway. Rodolfo knows about three languages, so not as many as Alejandro. But he knows English and Spanish, which means he can communicate in most places anyway. He thinks he knows enough languages since learning one takes roughly an eternity and he doesn’t have the time for that anyway. Call him Cục vàng and he’ll just look at you as though you’ve grown a second head. You’d have to tell him what it means and then he’ll smile. While he will always appreciate a good Hartlam, he might look at you confused until you tell him you love him. Might not always retort with a pet name of his own, but will mix it up among the languages he does know since he doesn’t wanna seem too stupid next to you. Will also sometimes look up new terms of endearment in languages he doesn’t know so he can surprise you, but might get a bit shy since he might botch the pronunciation a bit. But he tries, and that’s all that matters.
Nikolai: He canonically knows eight languages, so there’s a good chance he knows what you’re saying. Even when you’re saying something in a language he might not entirely know, he might be able to derive the word from a language he does know. Although he may love any pet name you give him, he especially loves any Russian ones since he’s very attached to his country and his native tongue. Goes absolutely wild whenever you call him radnoy. There’s just something so sweet about you calling him something nice in Russian, doesn’t even matter if you botch the pronunciation. Will always give you a hug and a kiss to your forehead since he will always be reminded of how much he loves you. But even a simple min søde skat will get him to smile, even if he has no idea what it means this time. Because of you he might be inspired to pick up some new languages along the way, maybe even ones you don’t know so you can get the same treatment he does with you. Whenever you speak a language he doesn’t know he gets heart eyes for you. You’re just so gorgeous, you’re just so very smart. However, at some point he will just start speaking Russian to you, even if you don’t know the language. He won’t say anything mean, he’ll just tell you how precious you are and how much he loves you.
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borkb11 · 9 months
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you should draw some sollux!
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Him
And a bonus doodle bc i wanted to draw him in some pants i saw someone wearing outside
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creaturefeaster · 1 year
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Can you tell us more about Debbie??? Because she is my favorite character!!! :D
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DEBBIE!! Absolutely >:3
Debbie is my tiny energetic ball of sass, she's loud she's proud and she's so much more fearless than a lot of people give her credit for. People, in the universe I mean.
She's the youngest at 17 coming on 18, and the shortest, and she's often perceived as immature and overly unrealistic, but only because she's so straightforward and blunt about her thoughts and opinions. She does not wait to blurt out her own plan or her own suspicions, but rarely do a lot of people take her seriously. She often needs Vilmr as a back up for support to her word. So, like, she tends to be pretty fussy as a result of not being respected by the group at large.
In her own friend circle she is very used to being the leading voice of things-- her bestie Samantha is quiet, easygoing and very passive, her close second Vilmr is serious and a bit blunt himself, but he doesn't like to be put in the spotlight, and Michael is just too nice to do anything but go along with whatever Debbie decides the group is doing on any given day.
But back to the rest of the group, she is no longer that leaderly voice, so she ends up amplifies herself so much more. Jumps in the face of danger way more than she ought to, to prove that she's just as tough and serious as everyone else. Many think this is reckless, but Vilmr is a continuing source of support towards her fearlessness.
Her and Vilmr's dynamic is a mimic of Chickenstab and Rede. She's short and loud and seems to have endless energy, and she tugs around her blind green friend everywhere she goes. They're a package deal just like Cstab and Rede too. You will almost always find Vilmr by Debbie's side.
So when she is kept away from Vilmr, her true colors tend to bleed through a little more. She can get argumentative if she feels like she's not getting the respect she tries hard to earn, and without a second voice to help carry her opinions she tends to act overall more stubborn and disagreeable. She can get extremely hotheaded, in some cases.
BUT! When all is well, she tends to be the source of motivation for a lot of the team. Her neverending enthusiasm for just doing things really helps get people in the mood of... yknow. Actually doing things. Even if she jumps headfirst into danger to prove herself, it's that push to action (to save her scrawny ass) that often gets everyone moving.
Not to mention, she's also a source of some pretty decent wisdom. She tends to see things through a different lense than most, she likes to make big assumptions and step outside the basics. While she doesn't always get it right, be it from lack of experience or otherwise, when she does drop some heavy wisdom it's often something not even the brightest of minds have considered yet.
Again though, it's hard for people to take her word seriously because of how she presents herself. However, she will never stop being her despite how often she faces this disrespect. She is a source of inspiration (which she doesn't realise, but if she ever did she'd be so hype) because of how true she remains to herself. She WILL wear her dragon costume on this serious world-saving journey, she WILL make dragon jokes every step of the way, and thats HER and there's NOTHING you can do to stop it.
She would be ecstatic to know that she's somebody's favorite 0u0!
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whyoneartheven · 6 months
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you mentioned in some tags that you've taken multiple pictures of ospreys landing and taken off and?? are you a wildlife photographer?? i am Curious 👀
well… I sorta am?? Like, I’m an amateur and also a birder, but I haven’t been able to do either for like a year :(
Still, I guess I am in my own way!
here is one of those osprey pics I mentioned!
I do have more but I could only download the pictures I have on my computer because my phone is out of space :(
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and also a red tailed hawk bc I love him
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edit:
I managed to free up some space on my phone so here are some more pics!
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good-beanswrites · 9 months
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oooh, for the drabble prompts may I request Books or Night? with whatever characters speak to you for this one <3 thank you!!
Ahh thank you pal! :D I went with Books for Mahiru and Mikoto (I mean it takes place at night but idk if that counts lol)
From this ask game
Mahiru read a lot of books. She read a lot at her university. She read a lot on her own time. She could recall endless romance novels in which the knight in shining armor came to rescue his lover from her dark, musty dungeon cell. The thing was, she couldn't think of a single one in which the fair maiden had killed him before he got the chance.
She huddled in the back of her cell. Her headache had been a permanent one the last few days; Shidou wasn't sure when he'd have more painkillers for her. She didn't mind. It wasn't her head that hurt the most.
Hands clawed at her chest. She'd read so much at her university, and even the most unhappy endings weren't quite like this. There was always a message, a meaning to it all. Her thoughts returned to the classroom, when she drew out little charts and diagrams plotting out books. There always came a turning point. There always came a moment where everything became clear, even if it didn't improve. So, where was hers? When would this all make sense?
In the middle of her desperate search for a pattern amid everything that had happened to her -- everything that had happened because of her -- a knock echoed off her cell door.
"Come in..."
She was surprised when Mikoto swung it open. He gave her a slightly awkward, "hey."
Mahiru flinched as he tossed something her way. She barely caught an apple in her hands.
"You didn't show for dinner."
"T-thank you." She was slowly growing accustom to the new Mikoto that had started appearing around the prison. Now that had been a story-worthy twist. "Sorry to make you worry. My head was hurting, I just wanted to rest in here."
He nodded. "Yeah, I get that."
Whether it was the brief kinship she felt remembering how he'd been complaining of constant headaches, or the fluttering in her chest from the thoughtful gift he'd brought after noticing her absence, or even just a lapse in judgement due to her injured brain, she blurted, "can I ask you something?"
"Hm? Shoot."
She hoped what she was about to say wasn't ridiculous to him. She looked down at the apple.
"I... keep thinking of my favorite books. In all of them, the hero comes in to save the day just in time. But my hero... he... I mean, I..." She didn't need to explain it to him. Her smile filled with sorrow. "Between that and what happened with Kotoko... I'm realizing that no one is coming to save me. You and Amane, you don't seem as worried about it. How do you still have hope that someone's going to help?"
After an agonizing moment in which she was sure he was going to laugh, Mikoto crossed the room to her. He knelt on her bed. His expression radiated an intensity she wasn't used to seeing on him. He took her by the shoulders. His grip wasn't painful, but it was unshakable. His voice, too, came out commanding, and not cruel.
"Listen to me. No one's coming for you. You're right. No one else is going to help you get out of here. That's why you need to do it. I know it's not easy, but you can't just roll over and let this place walk all over you. The only one who will always be there to save you, is you. You need to be the hero, okay?"
She stared at him with round eyes. It wasn't the answer she'd been expecting. Or maybe, it wasn't the answer she'd wanted. She spoke with instinctual protests.
"But, but --! I'm not strong, or smart like the others. What can I even do for myself?"
Mikoto held her gaze, and she began to understand. "It's just like the stories. You do anything you can. You do everything you can."
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bluehattedapprentice · 8 months
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What if before he went to America, Luke somehow travels back in time 3 years, the day before he meets his mentor Professor Layton with all the memories of what happens after?
Introducing my timeloop au! where Luke is stuck going back in time 3 years the day he was to go over to America several times and promptly tries to "fix" things that had gone wrong originally. Unfortunately for him fixing one problem leads to others being formed and after a mistake gone wrong on his 5th loop- Luke decides it's time to put an end to it once and for all.
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nympippi · 1 year
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sent this hc a little while ago but it ended up being very long and i'm not sure tumblr even sent it, so! Take two! i think robin loves cats. they're just very comforting for him to be around. and idk if these were actually A Thing back then but i could totally imagine robin in your au having a cat as an ESA (Emotional Support Animal) to help him come with his trauma post revival. y'know
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I absolutely love the idea of Robin having an emotional support animal!! I can see him having one of those bad days where he just is in his own head and his cat just lays on his chest purring, bringing him back to reality.
I love the cat person Robin hc and I absolutely love the esa!!
And even if they aren’t a thing in the 70s the hc that this cat just grounds him and helps him through his bad days is just as valid!
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svtskneecaps · 1 month
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listen in the grand scheme of things i'm glad i let myself get back into minecraft content for this. like i haven't touched a minecraft series since like 2014, on purpose, but i saw clips of qsmp in march 2023 and thought, screw it. maybe it's time. and i don't regret it yknow? i saw multilingual server and thought 'that looks AWESOME' and it certainly didn't disappoint. my only regret is that everything went crazy and people logged off RIGHT when everyone finally started relying on the live translations more, which was something i've been dreaming of for months lmfao. all in all, just happy to be here. this stuff gave me new reasons to use my blog.
hell if this is actually an end or even just a pause maybe i can FINALLY write my FUCKING TIME LOOP FIC JESUS FUCKING I'VE BEEN COOKING THAT STUPID FUCKING THING SINCE LIKE MAY LIKE I WAS ON THE FUCKING FIELD AT MY COLLEGE GRADUATION CEREMONY WAITING TO WALK THE STAGE AND GET MY DIPLOMA AND I WAS WRITING THE FIRST STUPID CHAPTER OF IT LIKE GENUINELY BUT I PUT IT ON HOLD BC THINGS KEPT HAPPENING AND I WAS LIKE I SHOULD UNDERSTAND THE BIG PICTURE SO I CAN ACTUALLY PLAY WITH IT PROPERLY BC THE MOST FUN I HAVE WITH TIME LOOP AUS COMES FROM KNOWING EVERYTHING AND MESSING WITH HOW SIMPLE ACTIONS CAN ALTER THE PROGRESSION OF EVENTS AND CHANGE CHARACTER CHOICES LOGICALLY BC THAT STUFF'S COOL BUT I DIDN'T KNOW LIKE THE MYSTERY OF THE FEDERATION OR WHATEVER AND I WANTED TO SEE WHERE THAT WAS GOING SO I COULD SEE WHETHER I WANTED TO TOSS IT OR ALTER IT OR KEEP IT AND SEE NOW I'LL KNOW YKNOW AND NOW I CAN JUSTIFY SHIT LIKE "OH HEY PURGATORY'S HAPPENING IN JUNE THIS TIME BC I WANT THE BREAKFAST TRIO TO EXIST FASTER AND FUCK YOU" WITHOUT IT FEELING TOO WEIRD AND ALSO STUFF LIKE CODE LORE AND ALL THIS OTHER NONSENSE LIKE DAMN WOULD BE PRETTY COOL I MEAN ONE SINGLE FUCKING INTERACTION BETWEEN SLIME AND MARIANA COULD SEND ME CAREENING DOWN A PATH PREVIOUSLY THOUGHT UNIMAGINABLE I COULD MAKE THIS FIC THAT'S BEEN SIMMERING SINCE LAST MAY A REALITY I COULD DO IT THIS COULD FIX ME. THIS COULD FIX ME
but yeah i'm glad i allowed myself to get invested in this server. i think y'all are cool, and i think the admins did amazing with everything they were given even though they shouldn't have been given it the way they were, and the ccs were cool and i'm glad everything happened yknow. maybe things will keep happening and maybe not but yknow what. i became All Powerful. i started watching as someone who knew english and some french and now i am someone who knows english (100%), slightly more french (like 70%), a workable understanding of spanish (like 40%) and a slightly less workable understanding of portuguese (like 20%) they added german to nerf me specifically. they knew i was getting too powerful. yeah, i spent some time as a kpoppie, i have a tiny miniscule understanding of korean (5%) german i have 0 experience with they added german to nerf me and then this happened to nerf me further. make no mistake they cannot stop me. i will become all powerful.
like cmon. if it ends here it was never all bad. i don't even have to use google translate to understand roier shittalking in the chat. i can just read it. i couldn't do that before :D and i can make my chilean friend keysmash bc she's not used to me knowing any spanish at all
we've grown strong over the year, haven't we? i hope we will continue to, no matter what :D
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thychesters · 7 months
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prompts👀
okay so u have choices for formats:
luffy + stars; robin + shining; vivi + hope
"who told you about that?"; "i have never heard anything that STUPID before."; "watch out."
the strawhats + belief; vivi&nami + dreams; luffy&zoro + choices
if u get ideas that don't go along with the people/prompt i paired together don't feel beholden to these, i'm just excited to see what you create :)))
With the dark sea pooling beneath a darker, cloudless sky, the stars spill out across the waves, glittering at their peaks as they crest and shimmering in their wake. The moon, big and bright, casts a brilliant, dazzling light—too bright for this time of night, and Robin watches its reflection curve and glint in a million smaller ones, and, for a moment, she considers pitching herself over the railing to spill into the expanse of the ink-dark ocean only to be poured into the sky as both meet at the horizon.
The corner of her lip quirks in amusement, and she slowly turns her gaze from where the sky stitches itself into the sea at the patter of sandals against the deck. They’re followed by the stretch and creak of rubber, and Robin watches fingers close over the lip of the crow’s nest before the captain comes sprawling over the edge in an inelegant heap of limbs and a grin that split across his face the second they made eye contact.
Monkey D. Luffy remains a curiosity to her—for a multitude of reasons, not the least of which being why he plucked her from the sands and refused her her wish, or how the Will of D. pertains to him. Straw Hat Luffy is an oddity, to say the least, but Robin has yet to find a mystery she doesn’t enjoy puzzling out.
“Hey Robin!” he says, voice too loud for how calm the night is, sprawled on his back and taking up the majority of the crow’s nest she hasn’t tucked herself into. He keeps his hand pressed to the top of his heat, strap digging into his chin and straw bending against the worn wood. “There you are.”
“Here I am, Captain,” she says, because she can’t quite find it in her to call him by his name, to breach that one wall that still keeps a division between them, even if she did demand a place in his crew. She draws her blanket tighter around her shoulders. “You’re up late—or early, I suppose. I didn’t think you were going to relieve me from watch for another hour.”
Even that had been a point of contention—a tension in the air as Robin found her seat beside the navigator and her offer of taking first watch had been met with hesitation and an even more hesitant suggestion that perhaps she wouldn’t mind a partner the first time around, just to show her the ropes. That debate had been cut short by Luffy, sloppily spearing roasted potatoes with his fork and declaring that Robin was crew, and that had been that. Far be it for her to question the captain’s orders, she surmised, though she hadn’t offered him much then beyond a nod.
His lips twist into a comical frown as he rights himself with a shrug. “Couldn’t sleep. Got bored, and Usopp snores kinda loud.” His eyes widen, shining in the moonlight, and the sight takes her aback when he twists to face her. “Have you seen anything cool? You’re supposed to wake me up if you do.”
She huffs a laugh. “My apologies, but there’s nothing of much note beyond the stars and moon, Captain.”
“Oh,” he murmurs, deflating some. He clicks his tongue before he reclines against the side of the crow’s nest, feet kicked up and crossed on the edge as he folds his hands behind his head. “That’s still cool though. The moon looks so big!”
When it becomes clear he has no plans on leaving anytime soon, Robin finds herself pulled to fill in the silence, as companionable as it is.
“Did you know the reflection of the moon on the water is called a moonwake?” she offers, and his gaze slides from a cluster of stars high—so, so very high—above them to her. Luffy makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, but she can’t quite tell if he finds the fact interesting or is simply acknowledging her. 
His gaze is bright and the breeze picks up, blowing his bangs into his eyes, and for a moment he looks like the child he is as opposed to the power that brought Baroque Works to its knees, toppling a mighty War Lord in the process. Luffy blinks back at her and she can feel a familiar tension coiling in her gut—the calm before the storm and unease she has never been able to fully shake for the last two decades.
Saul’s words echo in her ears, but so do harsh whispers, as do Crocodile’s gruff reminders of furthering their own agendas. Their allegiance was built on an exchange of services: shelter and fulfilled orders, but there was no loyalty and only a thin veil of trust that neither wasted any time in shattering in the catacombs of the Grave of Kings. 
As such, there is still a part of her—a part she is afraid will never be stifled, no matter Saul’s request, that awaits for the moment the other shoe drops. Luffy had wasted no time in welcoming her to the crew, showing her around the Going Merry in a rushed tour, but the others—the cook notwithstanding—had not shared the same sentiment. As far as she knows—she hopes—they do not know her beyond Miss All Sunday, beyond a brief meeting and warning upon their ship outside of Whiskey Peak, beyond her partnership with Crocodile.
(And the Marines—and that officer—)
Luffy blinks back at her and yawns.
She rubs at the bandaged scar blossoming in the middle of her chest, where her breath still catches and the ship’s adorable doctor puffs up and asks if she needs any more care, as if his tiny legs don’t tremble at the inquiry.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, brow knit. He looks like he’s about to go fetch said doctor.
“No,” she says, because it’s an ache, but not quite a pain. Betrayal is a different sort of sting—one that’s numbing more so than anything after twenty years. She casts a glance at his vest, where the top button is barely hanging on by the remnants of a thread. There are other stains and patches—evidence of care, even if it was messy. “Does yours?”
“Nah. ’s not so bad.” He sniffs, returning to his quiet stargazing, one foot bobbing. “Man, being stuck in that sand pit woulda been so bad.”
“Being swallowed up by the sand would have been worse?” she asks, brow knit. Having been impaled herself—to which Luffy had said they matched, a joke that had fallen flat and drawn ire from the rest of his crew—she can’t quite say she favors the cold, dark, loneliness of the sand.
“Yeah, probably,” he says, and it’s then that she realizes it’s the closest to a thanks she’ll ever get—not that she would expect nor ask for it, and she can only stare at him as he watches the stars and picks at his nose.
“How interesting.”
He’s peculiar, she decides, fascinating in a way that’s more comforting than anything else. How fitting, she thinks too, that there’s so little they know about one another, and how much he’ll never ask her for. 
In the short time they’ve known each other, where she gets to be Robin, the Straw Hats’ stow away who declared herself their new crew mate because their captain wouldn’t let her die, he has never asked anything of her past. Even now, sitting two feet from him with a chasm between them, Robin is unsure of whether it is ignorance or indifference.
Once more the silence is amiable, and she rests her chin on her palm, propping her elbow up on her bent knee. Together they watch the stars, the night accented by the Jolly Roger flapping in the breeze and the sounds and scents of the sea. She closes her eyes against the salty air brushing against her cheeks, and for that moment Nico Robin is not in hiding, is not glancing over her shoulder or pinned beneath the watchful gaze of one of the Seven War Lords of the Sea. 
For a moment Nico Robin is standing out in the middle of the open sea, the sails full and glimmers of hope and freedom winking out from the millions of tiny stars gathering at the horizon and the gentle lull of the waves, a brilliant light bursting against the backs of her eyelids.
For a moment, Nico Robin is a Straw Hat, and she allows a small smile at the thought.
“I wonder how Vivi’s doing,” Luffy says, apropos of nothing, and she opens her eyes to find him watching the moon above. “You know her, don’t you?”
“I do know the princess,” she says, finding herself wanting to cling to the thought before it dissipates. Just for a moment, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the sea, she will let herself entertain a feeling, silly idea. Her role in this crew is still too fresh—still too new, and she will grant them time and their careful assessments.
He nods, seemingly making his mind up over something. “I think you two would be good friends.”
“Do you?” she muses. “I’m afraid we’ve only known one another as Miss Wednesday and Miss All Sunday, and neither leave much room for forging friendships.”
He sucks in a breath, eyes wide and jaw dropping. “Do you still have that hat?”
Her brow furrows at the sudden topic change. “What?”
“That white hat you had.” He rolls his head, dropping one hand to gesture to the brim of his own. His dark eyes are wide enough she finds she can’t look anywhere else, and points at his head. “Do you still have it?”
“I do,” she says, fingers curling into her cheek. At the moment it sits in the girls’ cabin with the rest of her meagre possessions she was able to tuck away into the bilge after the cook had finished reviewing his stock prior to leaving Alabasta. (Upon loaning a few articles—much like the sweater she’s found herself in—the navigator had insisted upon a shopping expedition the next time they made port, so Robin is inclined to believe at least three of the six have warmed to her some.) “It’s actually my favorite one.”
Luffy laughs, all teeth and a sound that’s so bright that for a split second it’s hard to associate him with the man who forced her to her feet and out of the sand, telling her it was up to her to figure out what happened next. (And doesn’t that sound familiar, though when it comes from Luffy it carries a different weight—lacks a threat.)
“That’s awesome! You should wear it more! It’s a really cool hat.”
Robin’s smile grows, her teeth digging into her lower lip. “Perhaps I should. We might match.”
His laugh dies into a snicker. He folds his hands over his stomach.
“You can go to bed if you want, Robin. I’ll take over the rest of watch.”
If there is anything she has learned about Monkey D. Luffy over the course of knowing him—really knowing him, beyond the opposing sides they stood on not even a week prior—is that if he’s made up his mind, there’s little use in arguing with him. So rather than relent, or rather than tell him no, she said she would go on watch, so she’s taking her watch, she watches him in silence. In her study—like in most moment—he looks unfazed, eyes occasionally darting from one cluster of stars to the next, and in a few hours’ time they will all slowly wink out of existence as the sun breaks over the horizon, and it will be like they were never there at all.
“Captain,” she says, and then, when he looks her way with a confused glint to his eye, “Luffy. If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to stay up a little longer.”
Luffy hums and sits up. When he adjusts the brim of his straw hat there are a multitude of interactions she sees but he likely doesn’t. Thank you for pulling me out of the sand, he does not say. Thank you for not letting me die, she does not say either, though she can’t say for certain she’s thankful for that just yet. I’ve lost my will to live and you have to take responsibility for that she’d told him, and Luffy had nodded and said that made sense, and then immediately turned to ask the cook if dinner was ready soon and has not mentioned it again.
His expression shifts from perplexed to amused. “Robin,” he says, and she notices he says her name quite a bit, though it’s nice to hear it without revulsion—without the underlying tones that come with the promise of profit. He beams, his face drawn into a wide grin, one that’s more enthralling than the stars above that he could hardly tear his gaze from only a few minutes prior. “You can do whatever you want!”
Robin laughs, and he laughs with her, loud and bright, and big enough to swallow up the moon.
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boygirlctommy · 5 months
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i love you bedrockverse :')
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kindlythevoid · 7 days
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🌊🏕️ for kirsi!
The CREATOR!!! :D :D Thank you so much!!! :D <3
OOOOH, okay, okay!!
ATLA:
Mmm, okay, so she takes after her dad, so I'm gonna have to go with Earthbender. Kirsi definitely gives earthbender vibes, very dependable and on-the-ground type of person.
PJO:
PJO my beloved There's like a billion houses now, aren't there? I haven't checked in so long now I'm looking it up like I wasn't raised on this smh.
Okay, I'm back. I have no answer. I'm torn between Apollo and Hermes. Based off patronage, I'd probably have to go with Apollo, bc of medicine and the whole chariot in the sky vibes. But Hermes is also a pretty good candidate bc of, like, personality, messengers, more down-to-earth even tho he also flies?? IDK. My answer is. Undecided. IDK, maybe throw her to Hestia or something.
Um. Yeah, that's all.
Thank you once again!! :D
Kindly,
The Void
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deus-ex-mona · 7 months
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tfw you’re just trying to look up some current affairs and end up on a late night wikidive instead
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lineffability · 8 months
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I didn't see a list of filenames, so "Meanwhile" please!
Aziraphale looked at him, and there was something in that look, in that god-unforsaken gaze, that tore at Crowley’s insides, and he leaned forward: just a bit. And Aziraphale didn’t draw back. They stayed like that for a moment entirely too long for it to mean anything but one thing, but neither closed what little distance remained between them. 
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woolmasterleel · 1 year
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@artekai @footofananimal @the-squeege o(*°▽°*)o
I felt bad not finishing the Kisaki outfit meme you guys sent these lovely lads for.. and I wanted to draw them (absolutely criminal that I haven't drawn Kai or Moreaux yet.. and drawing Percy again was so fun!)
I hope you like them! ༼ つ ✿◕_◕ ༽つ
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age-of-moonknight · 11 months
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What's the first MK comic that you read?
Hmmmm pretty sure I’m Basic in that my first Moon Knight comic was Moon Knight (Vol. 7/2014) #1 by Warren Ellis, Declan Shalvey, and Jordie Bellaire. It’s unfortunately a bit of a blur, however, because if I remember correctly that same night, I read in rapid succession the rest of that volume and what had been released of volume 8 at the time??? So sometimes volume 7 and volume 8 kind of bleed together in my mind, but yeah, pretty sure “Slasher” was my first! 😅
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inkykeiji · 3 months
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hihi clari, just wanted to remind you that you are SO very loved <3 !! take all the time you need, rest, and be kind to yourself!!
thank you for this my lovely anon <3 i really appreciate you taking a moment to send me such a thoughtful lil message!!! i love u lots <33
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