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ozzgin · 3 months

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Heyyy just checked your masterlist and saw that despite you being into obey me! fandom, you don't have a fic. I'm married to Solomon in my mind so how about a situation where the reader (fem or gn your pick) is equally in love with this old man and begs him to recreate that time potion which made him immortal. Oh? Did i mention i want him to be a yandere? Please do that as well ^^

I love me my morally grey wizard ;)

I have 3 unfinished drafts for Diavolo, Barbatos and Satan on my Wattpad, but it was around the time I started getting Baki related requests here so I haven’t had the time to continue them. This goes for everyone reading, if you see a fandom title with no works you can always request something! :) This blog is only a few months old and I wasn’t writing much before (twice or thrice a year if I was generously inspired), so the variety is rather limited still. (I also finish requests at the pace of a snail, sorry about that)

Yandere! Solomon x Reader Headcanons

Featuring your fellow human classmate and now soon-to-be husband who couldn’t be happier about your wish to spend an eternity with him.

Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior

It started rather subtle. Just idle curiosity at first, a mere feigned surprise that was quickly swept aside for more important matters. Sure, Diavolo bringing another fellow human to the Devildom, especially one without any powers, was at least mildly intriguing. Your situation was as tempting as a puzzle to fiddle with in between tasks. Beyond polite offers to help you handle the new challenging environment, Solomon was not planning on prying further. Then the surprises begun to queue one after another. To think that you had barely learned your way around and somehow still forged a contract with one of the devilish siblings. Then another. And another. Fascination crept its way in and the greatest sorcerer found himself begging to learn more about the mysterious (Y/N).

Naturally such fascination should’ve had an intellectual grounding and nothing more. What is it about you that has caused such a ruckus across RAD? All he needed was an answer. Yet he discovered much too late how embarrassingly involved he’d become. Childishly clutching his D.D.D. in the middle of the night, wondering if you’ve already fallen asleep, and grinning when the screen lit up with a response from you. Cancelling all plans the instant you’d ask - casually - if he wanted to join you after class to check out a new café. No, of course he had nothing else to do. Yes, it’s definitely a lucky coincidence that he’s always available when you want to hang out with him.

Once he accepted he was madly in love with you, he began fretting over all possible obstacles. The demon brothers, life after RAD. He’d never engaged much with other humans and his charisma only covered superficial pleasantries. How was he to properly convey that he’s - mildly put - obsessed with you to the point where rejection won’t be taken lightly? Uh oh. Closer to a threat than a confession. Thankfully the Heavens were gracious and you immediately returned his affections. No need for potions or hexes (not that he would’ve…he had them prepared just in case). He remembers it to this day, years after, the wide, innocent smile that you so generously bestowed upon him. Almost like a premonition, he knew you’d be the person to marry. Something he never considered in his long, lonely life.

You lazily lift your hand and admire the ring again. Solomon is quite clumsy and forgetful, but he goes all out for the things that matter. The proposal had been planned to a dizzying amount of detail and you couldn’t believe how much thought he put into it, with many aspects you otherwise assumed he’d forget or omit. Yet staring at the intricately carved band adorning your finger now, you can’t help the pang of melancholy blooming in your chest. Solomon lifts his gaze from the book he’s reading, sensing your discomfort. “Something bothering you?” He inquires with a hint of worry in his voice. “What happens after the wedding?” You demand, turning to face him. “Oh my. I personally prefer to focus on the present.” He answers with a chuckle. “Sure, because you don’t have to worry about your future. It’s mine that will end at some point.” His eyes widen and his hands are suddenly cold. He’s been so entranced by your company that he didn’t even entertain the idea of a potential end to it. He almost strokes his cheek to soothe the hard slap of your words, leaving him in a frightened stupor.

Oh no. No, no, no. Within the blink of an eye he finds himself standing before the alchemy shelves, rattling the bottles for the right ingredients. You didn’t even need to mutter a word. He knew exactly what you’re thinking of. How shameful of him to have caused you this distress in the first place. You’re young, and time for him has lost its human meaning, so your mortality hadn’t crossed his mind this entire time. He would’ve found a solution for it later, most certainly, but he didn’t expect this postponement to make you so anxious. His lips are quivering and his slender fingers are visibly trembling. Partly from the fear of almost failing you as your future husband, partly from the excitement of what’s about to come. He always imagined there’d be nothing more beautiful and precious to witness than you in your wedding attire as you tie the knot. But now? Oh, how ravishingly tempting and seducing, the fact that he can listen to the mundanely repeated words of “Til death do us part” and stare down its meaning until there’s nothing left of it. Not quite. Not for you two. The veil will be lifted and your face will radiate eternity.

After all, nothing will stand between him and his fated soulmate. What’s death to a wizard of his caliber?

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #yandere obey me #solomon x reader #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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aemondavenue · 11 months

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desolate {aemond targaryen x reader}

word count: 1.3k

parts: one | two

warnings: 18+. mentions of dub-con sex. toxic/unhealthy dynamics. angst. proceed with caution.

note: all grammar mistakes are my own. this ended up going differently than planned because i didn't want it to feel rushed. + part 2 is up!!!

Once a week, Aemond would bed you.

Ever since your wedding, now only a couple months ago, Aemond would come to your chambers when the hour was late and take you on your bed. Only to leave once the deed was done.

His orgasm would overtake him as if he hadn’t been chasing it in the first place. He had sex with you- no. He would fuck. This was somehow separated from you. This was his duty. His burden as your husband to plant you with his heirs. Your place as his wife was to take it and you did. This must be the truth of most marriage alliances, you thought. This was not the story that lied between the pages of the books on your bookshelf. This was your life. This was the order of things.

You didn’t know if you felt disappointed, you didn’t know if you were allowed to. You had married into a house more noble than your own. Every other perk of being married to a prince had fallen in your lap. People tending to you. Intricately tailored dresses. Glorious feasts. You could not have it all. You felt it was out of your place to complain.

One night you were called into Aemond’s chambers for the first time ever. He had never asked you to be brought to him, he had only ever come to you. You were getting ready for bed. You were dressed in your silk nightgown and your hair was released from the braids and pins from the day.

“Aemond,” you called out to him as the door closed behind you.

“Wife,” he sat in his usual seat facing the fire, back turned to you.

You padded over to him.

“You sent for me?”

“I did.”

You shrug at him and your eyes find a letter in his hand.

“Do your eyes wonder, wife?”

You grimace, “I’m sorry?”

He reads off the paper, “My mother’s garden is far from lacking, still, I do miss the smell of roses.”

You furrow your brows at him and at the mention of your preferred scent.

“Now . . . have you been seeking the company of other men?” he looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Yes,” you lie. What were you doing?

His eyebrows raised, he let out a dry laugh, and looked into the flames of the fireplace, “Hm . . .”

He shakes his head and says, “Get out.”

“Do you want to know what me and this man would do in each other’s company?” What were you doing?

“Get out,” he was looking at you now.

“Depraved things,” you whispered, eyes locked on him, feet planted to the ground.

“Get. Out.”

“And he would . . .,” you reached for the straps on your nightgown, the loose fit allowing the straps to come off your shoulders causing the silk to fall from your body to a pool at your feet, “touch me here-“ you channeled the best you knew from the novels tucked tightly into your shelves. You hand moved at a snail's pace towards your lower navel-

“That’s enough!” Aemond rose from his seat and took long strides towards you. He grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. His eyes burned into yours, seemingly unphased by the sight of you completely bare before him. Blinded by his rage.

You didn’t know what you were thinking. You weren’t. However, you knew you liked seeing him like this.

“Your lover’s head will be delivered on a spike to his family due morning. Do you understand me?”

You look up at him, jaw clenched, smile bright on your face.

“And I myself will deal with you.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” you tilt your head at him.

“What has gotten into you?!” he implored.

“I’m lying!”

He takes a step back from you, disgusted and obviously not buying it.

“I have lain with no other man, husband.” you shook your head.

He moves to pick up the letter, the paper crinkling in his fingers.

“On my mother, I haven't, you must believe me!”

He looks up at you then, eyelids heavy. He moves to throw the letter into the flames of the fire, watches as the parchment is engulfed by the flames, then turns to walk back to you. He grabs a firm hold of your jaw and pulls your face to look up at him.

“On your mother?” he knew you held such sayings with high reverence.

“On my mother, on everything. I am not aware of why he remembers my scent” you say with a now shattered veneer.

“Why do you forget yourself?”

“I liked for a moment that the idea of someone else claiming me would make you upset. I liked the idea of you fighting for me. I liked seeing you angry and that it was because of my doing. It makes me feel-”

“What? Amused?” he furrows his brows at you.

“Wanted. Aemond, it makes me feel wanted. Men writing letters to me is more indicative of your character than of mine,” you moved your arms to cover your body now, somehow feeling more naked, “does it not bother you, not that they want me, but that they see a gap in our marriage wide enough to prod at?”

After a moment you wait for him to respond, but there’s silence and you shake your head. You bend down to grab the nightgown at your feet and pull the straps back over your shoulders. You take one more glance at him before walking to the door.

“Wait,” he reaches for your arm. You turn to him.

“Sleep in my bed with me tonight,” he says.

When you don’t answer, he sweeps you up from your feet and carries you bridal style to his bed. After setting you down, he slings his trousers and tunic to his chair and crawls in with you. He lays his head on the pillow next to yours, facing you. You lay flat on your back staring at the ceiling. You could feel his eye scanning your face.

You thought about how silly it would sound if you explained to your closest friend that after this amount of time into your marriage, though short, you were just now laying in your husband's bed. You also thought about how he only did this after being threatened with the idea of another man wanting you. How you were only worth fighting for because another man deemed you worthy of doing so. You began to cry.

Aemond sat up and pulled you into his arms. He cradled you close to his chest as you sobbed. The only sound filling the room was your muffled weeps into his chest. He rocked you back and forth and pulled you tighter to him.

“I have wronged you,” he says.

You say nothing.

“I told myself that I was doing you a favor by distancing myself from you as we are not bound by love,” he said, “I created a sequence in my head: a marriage before the septon then a baby as consummation. My job as a second son, a pawn. My favor to you after our wedding was to make this process as stealthy as possible. My way of coping with that was to take the human aspect out of it. Remove the fluff. Make it impersonal. That was my mistake.”

“You don’t know how lonely it’s been,” you responded, voice quiet.

“I want to make it up to you,” he sounded desperate, “how do I make it up to you?”

“Time.”

“That’s all I need.”

“Effort.”

“Of course.”

“I would like you, for the time being, to make love to me instead of fuck me and it will be when I say,” you look at him.

“Okay,” he responds in a hushed tone, eyes darkening.

“Not now, another time,” you sigh, “but tonight you will hold me as we sleep and I hope not to wake up to an empty bed in the morning.”

He nods and lifts you to lay you back on your side of the bed again. You fall asleep with your back to his chest. This would be the new order of things.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #smut #aemond x fem!reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen imagine #hotd aemond

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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Hi maggots, it's Asmi!

It seems we have arrived at That Point again, when I need a new intro post. So here we are! The Official (kidnapped) Good Omens Mascot and uh Maggot Prince has returned with a fresh post.

First, before I talk about myself, here are some important links that people ask me for and I want to make sure they're accessible:

The Official Maggots Server of Doom on Discord: The server of kindness and chaos and brainrot where we just vibe (I promise you'll be welcome there, whoever you are, maggot, so many people who were shy are now screeching at me and I love that). Link here.

Weirdly-Specific-But-Ok The Youtube Channel: Yes, thanks to the 10khaos post, I made a Youtube channel. I intend to cause a lot of chaos on it, I have already begun. Hehe. Link here.

My Ko-fi: Ummmm this exists? Wahoo a Ko-fi. No pressure and I appreciate you all whether you're a silent lurker, causing chaos, supporting me with words or supporting me on Ko-fi. I love you. Link here.

My PO address and email: I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU, SNAIL MAIL OR MAIL OR OTHERWISE! Link here.

The Good Omens Ad: A lot of you ask me what Good Omens is about. Never fear! I wrote an advertisement for it ages ago, and @1800ineedshelp edited it fabulously. Link here.

Okay I think that's the important parts, I'll edit it later, and now... uh HELLO!

I'm Asmi, I'm 19 years old, he/him, very queer and probably napping at any given moment of the day. Because of a chaotic post, I now have a fandom. My fans, such as they are, are known as maggots. There is a lot of significance behind that (accidentally, I just picked it because it looked like mascot kind of).

I am the Official Good Omens Mascot, because I was kidnapped by the fandom in January after I made a summary post of Good Omens without watching it, just by what I saw on my tumblr dash. I have grown very fond of this title and the fandom, and have since watched the show (some episodes twice) and am currently reading the book, with which I have a homoerotic rivalry (yes, with my copy of the book). I believe it is called Stockholm Syndrome. The fandom insists it's Love. I choose to believe them. Why? As Neil said, Love.

On that note this blog is a safe space for all queer people, and yes that includes aroace-spec people, trans people, all queer people. If you don't agree with that, there's the door *points to a pit of boiling sulphur*.

ANYWAY YES ENOUGH TALKING WELCOME TO THE CHAOS JUST BE KIND AND RESPECTFUL OF EACH OTHER, BE AS IRREVERENT TO ME AS POSSIBLE, AND WE'LL GET ALONG GREAT. YOU DON'T NEED TO INTERACT TO BE PART OF THIS FAMILY, EVERYONE IS WELCOME! WAHOO!

[if you see talk of spare organs, the Wibbles Incident, Fae kidnapping, Red Bull-induced madness, me thirsting over Crowley etc, don't worry about it, it's normal here. just be careful when gardening and/or fishing is mentioned, it's a trap.]

I LOVE YOU!

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #intro post #asmi #now with a youtube channel #maggots #now with a discord server #the official maggots server of doom #good omens #good omens fandom #lgbtqia #crowley #my beloved #had to include them in the post #queer community #asmi10kpocalypse #10khaos

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secretsandwriting · 3 months

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A Pirate and Warlord's Lost Love

Shanks x Reader x Mihawk

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They were there again. The pirate and former warlord. They kept coming to your home and staying around for a few days and then leaving. Every once in a great while they would come separately or the pirate’s crew would join them.

Red haired Shanks and Dracule Mihawk.

The first time you remembered them showing up, you had found yourself wrapped up in the arms of the two. The crew behind them cheering and shouting your name. You shoved away, fear radiating off of you. You saw flashes of pain cross both of their faces and neither seemed to believe you when you said you didn’t know them and had maybe mixed you up with someone else.

Since then, they come and visit. They wouldn’t leave until you shoed them away, demanding they’d leave you alone.

Every time they visited, your dreams would change. Flashes of red, fireplaces, books, the swaying of a boat. Nothing too much, nothing that explained the missing chunk in your memory, but enough for you to understand that Shanks and Mihawk were probably part of your life.

But now, you don’t remember anything about them other than their reputations. Something you didn’t think you could look past. You weren’t sure what happened or how it happened but you did know that at the end of the day it was up to you to stay safe.

“Come on! Just one meal!” Shanks offered, trying to get you to agree to spend time with them. “You can pick the place and we’ll pay.” Mihawk wasn’t currently involved in the conversation but you could tell that he was listening and agreeing with Shanks.

“I’ve said no every time! When will you leave me alone!” You snapped. It was the first time in the year since they showed up you had actually snapped. “You say we were close but I don’t remember anything and I’m so fucking tired of you showing up to try and jog them. I don’t even know if they were there in the beginning!” The two men were surprised by your outburst, Mihawk stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch you.

You slapped his hand away.

“NO! I’m tired of this! Just leave and don’t come back!” With that, you stormed off into the little house you called your own and locked the door. Going about your other business and hoping they would take the hint and leave.

They were gone when you left and after a few months you figured they were finally leaving you alone. Life went on. Every once in a while, you would feel a twinge in your heart when you would think of the men but it wasn’t strong and it never lasted long.

Until you came home one day to a letter.

Y/n

I know it’s not my place to send this letter, but I felt like I must, if only for myself. Included in this letter is the story of how you went missing from Shanks and Mihawks lives as well as a desperate plea.

Someone had attacked the Red Force, they were clearly too weak to be fighting the crew of an Emperor but we figured they were stupid. It took less than 10 minutes to have them turn tail and run. It wasn’t until after they had left that Shanks went to pull you from your shared room to come join the crew for a celebration that we realized their true intentions.

While they weren’t strong, they were stealthy and they had taken you in the middle of the short fight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ship prepared to sail anywhere near as fast as the Red Force was that night. While you were Shanks and Mihawk's lover, you are also beloved by the crew. The ship just hasn’t felt the same without you. While Shanks is the Captain and Mihawk is highly respected, you were the one who kept all of us in line and made sure we were well taken care of and taking care of ourselves.

Within 10 minutes of setting sail, we received a transponder snail call from the captain of that crew. He told us that they had you and he would be using his devil fruit to hide your memories of them and us. We tried to catch up to them, to get to you sooner, but their ship was faster than ours and we lost them in a storm.

Since then, Mihawk and Shanks have been tracking him and you down. Once they found you, they slowed down on hunting him. Focusing more on you then him, since the last time, when you told them not to come back. They’ve refocused on hunting him down. They’re running themselves ragged and I don’t know how much longer they can keep this up.

If you would consider it, I have left the number for their transponder snail. All I ask is that you please tell them to slow down or take a break. It’s killing the rest of us to see them doing this to themselves.

I might have an idea on how to help keep them calm and maybe trigger some memories. I will not send any more letters or contact you anymore unless you specifically ask for me too.

Jack

Rereading the letter, your eyes kept falling to the number at the bottom of the sheet. Sighing, you tucked the letter in a book and went about your day. It wasn’t your problem.

It wasn’t your problem until you read the paper the next week. There was an article tracking the Red Haired Pirates moves for the past few months. You could see the bags under the entire crew's eyes from the black and white picture. Putting it down you started pulling out books and flipping through them, trying to find the one you had put the letter in.

When you found it, you reread it. Trying to decide if it was worth it.

“Who is this and how did you get this line?” Shanks answered. You hesitated. “Answer me now! I’m not in the mood for games.” You could hear the murmur of the crew behind him and the waves hitting the ship. They were out on the deck then.

“Get some rest, you're overworking your crew for a goose chase.”

“We have to do something! We can’t just sit around waiting for something! He took you from us, we have too.”

“We will continue hunting him until we find him.” Mihawk spoke up from next to him.

“Could you put Jack on? I’d like to ask him something.” Shanks called him over and you could hear the rest of the crew murmuring about something.”

“Yes Ma’am?”

“If your idea will keep them out of trouble and keep me from having to read about said trouble in the newspaper and doesn’t involve them sitting outside of my house for days at a time, go ahead and do it.” With that, you hung up.

Nothing happened over the next few days until you found a box at your door. It was plain, not very big but it was decently heavy. You carried it in, curious as to where the box came from and what it contained.

The first thing you saw in the box was a letter laying on a piece of fabric. Ripping open the envelope you were met with familiar handwriting.

Y/n,

I figured I’d explain the idea to you before you were blindsided.

It’s pretty simple, things that were yours, things you regularly “borrowed” from Shanks and Mihawk, and things that remind them of you. With each or most items is a note with the story or reason behind said item.

I don’t know if it will do much but it has kept Shanks and Mihawk busy so that helps.

Jack

Well, if it kept your conscience clean. The fabric the letter was on turned out to be a shirt. Your favorite one to steal from Mihawk apparently. There was one of Shanks shirts, some pretty jewelry, and a few trinkets. Each had a note, some in Mihawk's elegant handwriting and some in Shanks chicken scratch.

That's how it went: at least once a month there would be a box at your door full of a random assortment of things with little notes attached to them. You didn’t see the Red Haired Pirates mentioned much in the newspaper anymore. As for any memories, nothing.

Even though you didn’t think it would help, there was still the hope that something would trigger something and you would have your missing memories back. 6 years were missing from you and you desperately wanted to know what they were. Even if you didn’t want to admit it.

It was a Tuesday, you were washing the dishes from your lunch when it felt like something pierced your head. You almost dropped the dish but managed to set it down. Taking deep breaths you tried to think back as to what could be making your head pound the way it was.

Loud music played at the bar. You watched as the crew danced and drank. Some of the men flirted with the bar girls or any others that were in the area. A hand appeared in your vision, you followed up to meet the face of its owner. Shanks.

“Come dance with me love!” You gave him your hand and found yourself being whisked off into the center of the bar where Shanks pulled you close to him and swayed with you to the rhythm of the music.

You laid in bed, the air outside of your blankets was cold. The ship had just docked at a winter island for supplies and ship repair. Mihawk had curled up in between you and Shanks. While he preferred the cool weather, he wasn’t a big fan of the cold and when it was just you and Shanks around he didn’t seem to have a problem showing his discomfort.

“We should stop at winter islands more often. I like the clingy Mihawk.” Shanks' stage whispered to you. He yelped shortly after when Mihawk pinched him.

“I agree, the cold is a small price to pay for a clingy Mihawk.” You received a pinch to your side. “Hey!”

“No!” You yelled at them. “I know you're both strong, I know you can take care of yourself! But I don’t know what I would do without you!” Mihawk gently cradled your face, wiping your tears from your cheeks.

“Don’t worry Darling. Nothing could keep us from coming back to you, not even death itself.” Shanks hummed in agreement, grasping one of your hands in his.

“We’ll be back, you couldn’t get rid of us if you tried!” They had left and you waited. 4 days and 3 nights without a word. When they came back, they had clearly taken a beating but both of them had gone straight to you. Not going to treatment without a kiss first.

“What’s such a pretty lady doing all by herself?” You turned, ready to glare and tell whoever it was to fuck off, the words dies on your tongue when you were met with Red Haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors. Any annoyance was replaced with fear. “None of that pretty, tonight I am just a man talking to a pretty woman.”

He eventually coaxed you to talk with him, the conversation was mostly one sided, but that didn’t seem to deter Shanks. Mihawk showed up at some point, sitting on your other side which really didn’t help with your nerves.

After that night, for the next week, it was like anytime you left your house Mihawk or Shanks was right there to walk with you or carry your things. By the end of the week, they had worn you down and you started participating more in the conversation. Even starting them sometimes.

When they were packing up to head out, you were given promises of their return. Promises that were kept. Everytime they were near your home island, they stopped by and spent a few days with you.

After two years of this you were asked to join them at sea. A year after the offer was given, you accepted it, packed up the essentials and what was important to you, sold your house, and joined the crew.

You sunk to the floor, tears dripping down your cheeks. Memories flooded you. One after the other and all at once. Your first kisses, your first dates, the small moments that had made you fall madly in love with the two men. You didn’t know what to do. How to feel. It was overwhelming.

You wanted to call them, to tell them you remembered. But you were still trying to come to terms with all of it. They were your memories, but they felt so foreign. According to one of the books you had gotten about amnesia when you first figured it out, it was common.

Some said that you would feel like that forever, others said that with a little time it would go back to normal, and some said that once you’re around something strongly connected to your memories they would click into place and feel right again.

Wednesday, the following week, there was a knock on your door. Shanks and Mihawk stood on the step, desperate hope in their eyes.

“Hi Love.”

“Hello Darling.”

Everything clicked into place.

You launched yourself into their arms, sobs ripped from your throat. You could feel their tears on your skin, their sobs under your hands.

“I want to go home with you!”

#Mishanks #mishanks x reader #mihawk x reader #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #red haired shanks x reader #mihawk x shanks #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader x shanks #shanks x reader x mihawk #shanks #red haired shanks #red haired pirates

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lunchboxpoems · 1 year

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you up?

you think food would taste different

if you ate it underwater? how long you

think magic hour lasts for on neptune?

what do you think cellulite would look

like on fish? can you believe olives are

a fruit? you ever notice that OM is, okay,

yes, the sound of the universe, but also

the sound literally every little kid makes

when speaking into a fan?

you up? you ever think about how

english maybe isn’t our first language?

the way I’m sitting right now is my

first language. the way I bring my

hand to your jawline is my first language. the

way I become movement inside

your hands is my first language.

you up? did your mom ever make you

talk to shit? my mom imbued life into

every corner and crumb of my small

world, and now as an adult woman

my heart breaks every time I find

an empty snail shell, or for the worms

on rainy mornings who aren’t going

to have enough time to make it to

the other side of the driveway.

you up? you ever feel like when you

fall in love it’s just this feeling of

having known someone before,

but also of wanting to find out

how much time you can kill

counting the pockets and handles

you can make together with your

bodies? there’s the age-old that goes

love is forgetting about death but

when I’m with you I also

forget about the internet.

you up? how do you arrange your

apps, by the way? what’s your

favorite shade of blue? sometimes

when men talk about themselves I

like to imagine I’m transcribing their

monologues in my head and I like

to picture how many page breaks

I have to make. I file them into a mental

folder called brief interviews with hideous

men. but with you I would take the things

you say and I would stick them inside a

leaf book. did I ever tell you about the time

a dude asked me to be his scribe for him?

you up? why are people who love

each other still sending each other

heart emojis when there’s the shooting

star emoji? the sunset on the horizon emoji?

I want to trace an excel sheet over your

body and share it with you on google

drive. I want to do with you what

night does to the smell of the

ground by morning.

RACHELLE TOARMINO

#rachelle toarmino #poem #poetry #you up?

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rassicas · 9 months

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I wanted to clarify about the inkfish's blood color? I was told there is a bit in the latest art book confirming they have red blood but i am yet to see a source so i wanted to ask

Gear acquired by our researchers Red Hammertreads Anakki has caught on to the latest trends, and has presented a collection of "looting"-themed footwear. The message of "Take what you want by force!" resonated with the boom of rough and rugged Splatlandian fashion, creating some die-hard fans. The motif of the collection is a gangster octopus, which has turned deep red due to the blood that's risen to its head.** This deep crimson color is symbolic of the collection.

**頭に血が上る means to be agitated or excited, but literally something like "blood to rise to one's head". with all the mentions of dark red, this word choice connecting it to blood was deliberate so i left it in.

Turning red due to agitation in this case might be implying its like a deimatic display rather than literal blood, but regardless that is still a connection of red blood and octopuses.

regardless of if you want to take this as solid proof of inklings/octolings having red blood, there are some other things that hint at them having red blood. like this art showing some inklings with ears and noses tinted red from the cold:

or this concept art for an inkling anatomical model, with the insides tinted red

There's also how the inside of the mouths of the squid sisters is a fleshy pink/red color rather than a color connected to their ink color, but theres some weirdness with how consistent mouth colors are If you're thinking, "but wouldnt it make more sense for them to have blue blood because they're cephalopods?" this is what i thought too. While blue blood is fine for sea dwelling cephalopods to have blue blood, it's inefficient for carrying oxygen for land dwelling creatures. Inklings and octolings took on many adaptations to make them more suited for land, so why not their blood? If the concept of a mollusc evolving from having blue to red blood sounds farfetched, this exact thing has happened to ramshorn snails!

Other option is they literally have ink blood which *shrug* idk they are creatures of Flesh and Organs so Im inclined to believe they have actual blood that, like the organs, we don't see because Family Friendly Game . I mean, we know for sure salmonids have actual flesh and blood (you can literally buy their meat in mako mart) but in game they just kind of explode like ink bags. anyway in short: not explicitly confirmed what kind of blood inklings and octolings have but with the S3 artbook and these few other examples i think red blood is a real possibility.

#splatoon translations #splatoon lore #splatoon headcanon #asks #biology #inklings #octolings #i have more headcanon thoughts about inkling organs and anatomy but i dont want this to be too long so i leave it here

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epilary · 2 months

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lake day with the haikyuu captains | headcanons

masterlist | requests are open

daichi sawamura - he loves throwing you into the water - 'help me out of the water' [you] - 'fine- AHH' [daichi] - you pull him in too - lots of splashing and play fighting - daichi can't help but watch the sun's reflection in your eyes - he even brought some lunch for you - little egg sandwiches and onigiri - it was delicious - like he's no chef but it was AMAZING - plus a good way to spend some time out of water - if you're together he'll definitely give you sloppy kisses - hands on your cheeks as your legs wrap around his waist - if not, he'll pine after you every time he sees your smile - especially when you're jumping off near a waterfall

tetsuro kuroo - he packed water guns - like extreme, slightly dangerous water guns - didn't even tell you - waited until you were already in the water to get you - 'suro, i'm going to get you' [you] - it is incredibly hard to move through the water - he is laughing his ass off until you finally get out - 'oh shit oh shit oh shit' [kuroo] - running as fast as he can - and when you grab the spare one? it's over - the two of you run and hide around the lake trying to get one another - until you're both looking back and run into each other - you collide, you falling on top of me - 'wow, i'm so strongly attracted to you that scientists will have to discover a fifth fundamental force' [kuroo] - 'you're so ridiculous' [you] - he's got you giggling and shit though

tooru oikawa - kayaKING!! - had a couple that he brought with so that you could go around on the lake - he likes to use the paddle to fling water at you - and push himself so your kayaks are side by side - 'would it be ridiculous if i paddle one side and you paddle the other??' [you] - 'not at all, let's do it!' [oikawa] - it absolutely fails - but it leaves both of you laughing your asses off - you eventually push him in - when you least expect it he swims under you and flips your kayak - 'i can't believe you!' [you] - 'you started it!' [oikawa] - 'that's only cause your hair looks amazing wet' [you] - 'and you look amazing when your hands are running through it' [oikawa] - literally almost knocked you out

wakatoshi ushijima - likes relaxing with you - probably reading a book or looking up volleyball techniques - made all the stops to make you comfortable - fresh towels, fruits - he even has a speaker that plays all of your favorite songs - at some point you'll find yourself right beside him, his arm under your head - 'thanks for such a relaxing day' [you] - 'yeah of course, anything for you' [ushijima] - yeah it's got you blushing - he's super kind and gentle the whole trip - just letting you enjoy your time together - if you're dating, he'd probably give you lots of forehead kisses

kotaro bokuto - cannonballs!!! - he loves them and he convinces you to too - brought snorkels since you couldn't reach the beach - still lots of plants and animals to see - you even find some snails that the two of you just sit together and watch - he'll try to scare you until it horrible backfires - 'you scared me shitless!' [you] - 'i'm so sorry! i was just trying to spook you' [bokuto] - but you'll get him back when you tickle his foot with some moss - he goes running - only returning to splash you with his best cannonball - he'd for sure take this as his chance for a first kiss - especially after everyone convinces him you like him - (of course only after he impresses you by blowing bubbles through his snorkel)

#daichi sawamura #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #ushijima wakatoshi #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu #headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #daichi sawamura x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader

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shares-a-vest · 11 months

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@steddie-week Day Six: True

Call him a snap. A lovesick loser. A nerd. A guy who likes fantasy stories and make-believe a little too much. An idiot who is setting himself up for disappointment and heartbreak.

But Eddie Munson believes in True Love.

He has read the stories and been swept up in the romantic plotlines of his favourites. He creates NPCs for his campaigns with unnecessarily detailed backstories with whole lives set out for them. Then he uses them to write poems and short stories he keeps safe in his notebooks for no one to see, where everyone gets a sweeping grand love story and a 'happily ever after' waiting for them by the end.

He's well aware others catch on, especially after he starts dating Steve. Yeah, an actual real-life love story sweeps him off his feet and he lets his guard down. Dustin and Lucas call him, "a pathetic lameoid". Mike and Will descend into a chorus of gagging noises. Even the guys tease him for writing song lyrics featuring admittedly, very obvious saccharine declarations. George will give a "Yuck", Gareth practically sings out his disgusted "Ew" and Jeff gives perhaps the worst reaction of all...

"Eddie... just. No."

Steve might as well be a Prince. Or a Knight in shining armour. A combination of both, maybe? Mixed in with the weapons and demon-slaying expertise of a high-stats Barbarian who runs around shirtless.

When Steve visited him in the hospital, drugged-up delirium had Eddie's mind drifting to fairytales where he lay in a nightmare-riddled slumber as a blood-stained and beat-up version of Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. Just laying in wait to be fixed by true love's kiss.

Steve calls Eddie his Prince sometimes when he's being all sappy and cute. It makes them both blush and giggle because, while it's romantic, it is also Steve trying desperately to sound impressive.

But Steve really is the Prince. Eddie insists on the matter. Even when he arrives at the trailer from a closing shift at Family Video, visibly tired with dark eyes, hair now flat and unstyled with a pained expression on his face as he blinks at a snail's pace.

"Thank god, I'm home" he sighs, voice cracking a little as he sets his keys down on the shelf near the front light switch.

Eddie snaps his book shut (A collection of Grimm Fairytales, no less), feeling all giddy at the thought Steve considers the place 'home'. But his glee doesn't last long as his homebound Prince barely toes off one of his sneakers before he clambers forward, arms unstretched in the direction of the couch.

Eddie catches him - or more, Steve collapses onto the couch and rolls into him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he panics, brushing back the mop of hair that has flopped in his face.

"I have a headache," Steve groans, talking into his makeshift pyjama top - an old Hawkins Tigers t-shirt, "Started as I was closing up."

Steve heaves his body against the couch, resting his head on the cushion back and screws his eyes shut. He fumbles with the buttons on his polo, failing to get anywhere near unbuttoning them. So, Eddie does it for him, barely finishing on the last one before Steve pops his shirt off and flings it halfway across the room.

Then Steve starts doing the same with his belt and fly as a wash of sickly paleness drains down his pretty face.

"I'll do it," he grumbles, pushing Steve's mighty paws away.

He helps there too, willing away a blush and a dirty joke as he loosens Steve's obscenely tight jeans. He isn't exactly sure how it works anatomically, but he is growing more certain with every headache that these damn jeans aren't doing him any favours (other than giving him a tight little, very squeezable, butt).

Steve puffs out what is vaguely a laugh before he slurs, "Think this is as far as you gonna get tonight, Eds."

He gestures at his underwear peaking out from his undone jeans.

"You want me to run you a bath? Squish you into the teeny-tiny combo?"

Steve sniffs under his arm and grimaces at himself.

"'Kay," he lolls his head back on the couch.

"Anything else?"

"Can you make me some tea?"

"Tea?" he questions.

He can't help it. Usually, he keeps his queries to a minimum when Steve is like this (which has been all too frequent lately) but this is a new request.

"Wayne made me some last week when I had a migraine."

"This is the first I'm hearing of it," he says, and in lieu of a physical presence, he glares at his uncle's recliner chair.

Steve smiles at the ceiling, his eyelids softening with a light flutter as he hums, presumably thinking about this magic tea Wayne is most definitely being interrogated about first thing in the morning.

"'S'nice," Steve shrugs.

"That old man with his tea collection like he's some old English Granny."

"Stops me from feeling sick."

Eddie leans over and pecks his deceptively-hot cheek. Stinky and on the precipice of a migraine or not, Steve is still his Prince Charming. He pauses there. Steve must feel his breath lingering because his lip quirks, threatening a smile and he opens his eyes.

"What?" he asks, a teasing tone dancing in there somewhere as he blinks slowly.

Eddie takes his hand and squeezes it.

"Let me kiss you."

"Okay," Steve replies and puckers his lips without moving an inch.

"True love's kiss will make you feel better, promise," he whispers as he closes the distance between them and presses a soft kiss to Steve's lips.

Steve squeaks out a noise and Eddie can feel his frown as he murmurs, "You're so silly."

#this is pure self-indulgent sappiness sorry not sorry #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #steddieweek2023

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officialstrawhat · 5 months

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The Rose of Dressrosa- Chapter 4

Hello! Sorry, I've been MIA recently. Things have not been great recently but I am hopeful everything will work out. Thank you to everyone who has been very supportive of this blog and of my writing it brings me so much happiness. :)

Anyway... As always please enjoy the next chapter!

Also, I'm about halfway through Whole Cake Island and O. M. G.!

Trafalgar D. Law x Fem!Reader

Chapter List

Summary:

After King Riku is dethroned, Doflamingo takes you under his wing and asks you to follow only one strict rule, "do not leave the palace alone". However, your sense of adventure is too great.

Law had only one thing in mind... Revenge. And you seemed like the best way to do that.

Warnings: Dark themes, manipulation

Note: Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter 4

Bada Bada Bada….

Bada Bada-

Click.

“Bepo, you there?”

“Captain?” Bepo's voice came clearly out of the snail. “Did you find what you were looking for?

“Yeah.” Was all Law said.

“Great! When are we leaving?”

“Change of plans, I have to stay a little longer and I don’t know when we’ll leave."

“What!” Bepo shouted.

“Just tell everyone to hang tight.” He tells his first mate, “There's a girl-”

“A GIRL! Seriously!”

“Not like that!” Law said irritated, “I think I may have found a weak link in The Donquixote Family.”

“But Captain-”

“Just tell everyone to hang tight. This will all be over soon.”

“But-”

Click.

Law humed amusedly as he recalled how you attempted to hide your excitement. It was so easy for him to convince you to meet him later tonight. Oh yes, his new plan for Doflamingo's downfall was well on its way. He just had to get through tonight. His smile grew at the thought of you. Obviously, you were some poor helpless little princess who was in over her head and was too trusting for your own good. He just knew it.

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Quickly you walked through the secret passageway you were only a few minutes late. No one would notice. Hopefully…

When you open the secret entry no one is around. Taking a sigh of relief, you act as if you are just coming from your room.

Rounding the corner and came face to face with the closed fist of a green-haired bitch. You duck at the incoming swing and bring your leg up to sweep her leg. Monet was able to jump over your leg, and throw a punch in your direction again you dodge. You were so wrapped up in the fight that you accidentally dropped your book. As you watched it land on the expensive hardwood floor with a thud, Monet used this to her advantage and managed to back you into the wall of the corridor.

“You're late.” She sounded bored as she pined your body against the wallpaper with her arm.

“Sorry. Couldn't be helped.” You told her not really feeling sorry at all.

“Training began ten minutes ago. Where were you?” Monet asked coldly.

“She was with me,” Violet’s voice rang out, causing Monet to release you. The dark-haired woman walked to where you were standing, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I had some business in town and asked Y/N if she wanted to join.”

Monet blinked, “I see.”

You're about ninety percent sure the green-haired woman did not believe her. But she couldn't prove otherwise. Finally, Monet's eyes looked back at you, “I expect to see you in the courtyard in ten minutes.”

When Monet began to walk away she kicked the book out of her path, causing your anger to rise. You moved to follow her to let your fists do the talking, but you were pulled back by the woman who covered for you.

Your head rounded back and Violet's face looked sour, “What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking how can she walk with a huge stick up her ass.”

“Don't get smart,” Violet hissed, “What if you had been caught.”

You rolled your eyes, “But I didn't.”

“Get serious” The older woman scoffed, “What if I hadn't been here to help you.”

“But you were.”

“Yes now.”

“I'll just be more cautious next time.” you shrug out of her grasp and bend down to pick up your book.

“Next time?!” She said, alarmed, and massaged her temple as if she had a sudden headache. “If Doflamingo catches you, you could be in serious trouble.”

“Then I would just tell him I’m sorry.” you began to walk away, but she caught your arm again.

“You're being naive, the Young Master doesn't want to hear ‘sorry’”, she actually looked genuinely concerned about you. “He wants you to obey his orders. Please, Y/N. Don’t make him any more angry than he already is.”

—-

“Again.” Monet circled you, as you had your eyes closed and palms facing outward, “Focus.”

“I am.” you retorted. A part of you wanted to roll your eyes. You had been at this for months with almost no progress made.

“Focus harder, then,” she spat.

So you did, and in the grassy knoll that was created just for you in the training area of the courtyard. Eventually, a seedling sprouted small at first and began morphing into a full-grown tree that would have taken years to grow. Monet walked to it to see the fruit it bore.

Reaching in the green lush she picked the fruit off the branch, “Peaches.” she said flatly.

“I’m doing the best I can,” you cross your arms at her disappointment.

“Well it's not good enough,” She growls. “The Young Master expects Devil Fruits.”

“Why does Doffy even care about them?” You ask aggravated at her constant criticisms, “It's not like he can eat another.”

“Devil Fruits are not just some special little miracle like in your fairy tales. Devil Fruits can offer power, When you have power over the prospect of producing power, well -"

She held up the fruit to her face and continued, "That kind of power can control the world.” she squeezed the fruit into mash between her fingers letting the juices drip. “Or destroy it.”

You had never been scared of Monet, but in that moment as she spoke a chill ran down your spine.

—-

The sun had set. And the citizens of Dressrosa tucked themselves into their homes and the toys went back to the toy factory. All was quiet...

You wouldn't believe your luck. You finally met someone who wasn't from Dressrosa. Someone with a ship of their own. Someone who has lived and seen things that have been mentioned in the stories you’ve only read. Places you could only dream of…

You found the man who had taken over your thoughts leaning against the brick wall of the cantina alley where you first met him.

“Was starting to think you weren't going to make it.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“So where are you taking me first?”

“I was thinking we could go off the beaten path a bit.”

“Lead the way,” he smirked.

You gladly obliged and began walking down the sidewalk, “So how long are you planning on staying here”

“Just as soon as I get what I need.”

You nod. “So tell me about all the islands you've been to”

“Why don't you answer some of my questions first.”

“What do you want to know?” you were immediately guarded.

“For Starters what's with all the toys?”

“What about them?”

“What are they?” Law asked curiously, “What's their purpose?”

“They’ve just always been here” You shrug, “Why?”

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen anything like them.”

“You mean they're not on other islands?” You replied surprised.

“None that I’ve been to.”

“And where have you been?” you ask slyly.

Law smirked and began telling you about all the different islands he had been to. Apparently, there was an island, not that far from Dressrosa, that lived a race of animal people called Minks. He explained to you how there was also an Island made of fishmen too. And in return, you began telling him all about Dressrosa. About all the towns and you also spoke to him about the Colosseum. Though you had never been inside it you explained that it was such an amazing landmark. And finally at the center of the whole island was the King's Plateau.

Law immediately took an interest in this subject. “Quite a unique place. Your King must be proud.”

“I guess.”

“What do you think he’s like?” Law prodded.

“He’s-” Intense. Intimidating. Just… Doffy. “He’s King. Who knows.”

Law seemed unimpressed with your response but decided not to push you. You were guarded, and that was fine. It was actually smart of you in a way. It didn't matter, as long as he stuck to the plan he would get everything he wanted. All in due time.

Taglist: @rebeccawinters @mj-airlines @awkwardspontaneity

#trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #angst #dark themes #romance #donquixote doflamingo x reader #trafalgar law x fem!reader

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chenziee · 29 days

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Second of my three pieces for the @opblondebombshells zine!! It's available for download for free, so check it out! ✨

This one is with perfect illustrations done by @trashchaser, please just look at them they're so beautiful ;__;

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“White Knight” Cavendish in Trouble?!

NEW WORLD, Grand Line | by Absa

Is “White Knight” Cavendish in some kind of trouble? That was the question running through our minds as we stalked—excuse me—secretly followed everyone’s favorite Pirate Prince after anonymously interviewing him about the cursed Straw Hat’s Grand Fleet. (See yesterday’s World Economic Journal for details.)

When we said our goodbyes, we noticed Mr. Cavendish was slightly nervous about the time, as if he had somewhere else to be. Naturally curious what had the usually confident pirate so out of character, we decided to see what was going on.

His first stop was his ship… but we knew that couldn’t be it. And so, we waited patiently for two hours for him to come back ashore—and boy, was the wait worth it! My dear readers, the sight this man made! He was shining even brighter than usual, his outfit flawless and worthy of a front page on the most prestigious fashion magazines and perfectly accentuating his princely appearance. It was clear he put a lot of care into his look today and it honestly made us wonder whether he spent the entire two hours just getting ready.

Having seen him walking away looking like a fashion star, it was quite obvious he had an important meeting (or perhaps, a rendezvous?!) ahead of him. And we couldn’t miss out on a scoop like that.

But then, we couldn’t believe our eyes when we saw him approach—believe it or not—none other than the most hated pirate on all the seas, Bartolomeo the Cannibal!

It was near-impossible to hear what they were talking about, but from the few words that carried over to us it was clear the hooligan was scolding his partner for being “three fucking hours late!”, to which Mr. Cavendish simply shrugged, smelling his beloved rose and muttering something—something that only made the Cannibal throw his arms into the air in annoyance.

Mr. Cavendish seemed unphased by his barbarian behavior, however. He smiled brightly, so much in fact that our visual transponder snail was momentarily blinded when we tried to take pictures. He didn’t even protest when after a few muttered complaints, Bartolomeo grabbed his wrist to drag him somewhere, not at all fighting the violent grip on his hand the entire time they walked together.

Confused by why the “White Knight” would let himself be treated this way, of course we followed them. We were surprised even further when they arrived at an expensive looking restaurant, where the two of them were led to a table that was seemingly booked in advance.

What were they talking about? Was the Cannibal blackmailing him somehow? That was something we aimed to discover when we sneaked inside the restaurant.

Unfortunately, it was not possible for us to get close enough to the pair without a waitress tripping over me and becoming my wife—I mean, without being discovered.

What we can tell you, however, is that they ate a full course dinner together, chatting the whole time. By the way Bartolomeo rolled his eyes a few times, it seemed that Mr. Cavendish talked about himself a lot—but on the other hand, he also looked annoyed whenever Bartolomeo would start talking about something excitedly, pointing at a copy of Straw Hat Luffy’s wanted poster he pulled out of his wallet for some unknown reason.

At one point, it looked like they got into a fight with their faces very close to each other. It almost looked like they were kissing… but as the Pirate Prince and the Cannibal being that close is frankly unthinkable and honestly straight up impossible, we are assuming some secret information was being passed—possibly to threaten Mr. Cavendish!

What is going on between them?

Is “White Knight” Cavendish in danger?

Can he get rid of Bartolomeo the Cannibal somehow without harm coming to him?

We shall keep an eye on them and keep you, our wonderful readers, updated on the wellbeing of your most beloved star in the following issues of our magazine!

For now, we can only pray for Mr. Cavendish’s safety together.

- If you are able to provide us any more information on this matter (or want to become my wife), please contact our editorial team via the News Coo! -

#one piece #bartocav #bartolomeo #cavendish #bartolomeo x cavendish #they are so dumb i love them #also i will NEVER get over the secon papparazzi shot chaser just KILLED IT #it's so beautiful 😭#katie pretends to fic #blonds zine #zine stuff #zines #also yes absalom wrote this one ahaha #forgot to add the alt text because i'm a dumbass #added now xD

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melancholysway · 1 year

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Holy nunchuuuuuuucks, I can't believe I'm here again, why do you have to tempt me so?! Anyway! 2007, the turtles' SO bonds with Splinter and for a while everything is incredibly good but then here comes the awkward childhood photo or memory!

Got you! so sorry for the wait, college is overwhelming rn but when is it not tbh

I haven't forgotten about the other requests ya'll have sent me btw! I'm just getting it done at a snail's pace LMAO

TMNT 2007 Imagines: Embarrassing Photos

I’m doing this formatted to where the S/O meets Splinter! There’s a fic at the end with your turtle of choice :)

Key: --- followed by italics = flashback is happening or ending

Leonardo

Leo has an awkward photo of him drooling while sleeping as a kid

Though that habit is long gone, he still shudders at the thought

Cannot believe he used to drool until he saw the photo

Brings it up one day when talking to you about each other’s childhood memories

“I um…I used to drool as a kid.”

He used to sleep in a big pile of pillows and blankets with the rest of his brothers, but he would always wind up being cuddled with Donnie, as he moved the least in his sleep (mikey kicked, HARD.)

He doesn’t tell you about the PHOTO master splinter has of it

This is early on in the friendship turned relationship, and when you get comfortable talking to Master Splinter for long periods of time (it was scary in the beginning, because, well, he was a giant rat who could read literally anyone,) he does his favorite thing: whip out the photo album

While Leo is in the dojo meditating, the others joke around and tell Splinter to show the Leo photos

And he does

And oh, he doesn’t hold back.

Raphael

Raphael had a teddy bear when he was younger

He was emotionally attached to that thing, seriously

Not really an awkward memory, but embarrassing for him

Splinter remembers Teddy all too well, seriously.

He has a photo of Raph and Teddy somewhere, though Raph never told you about it at all

“Teddy!” - 6 year old Raph

Oh, Teddy.

Attachment issues incoming

Wouldn’t let splinter wash it because he didn’t want Teddy to get hurt

He had to steal it from him while he was sleeping just to wash him

Raph literally could tell the difference right away and got sad

It reflects on him now, Raphael (as much as he may deny it) doesn’t like being lonely. He likes to have someone there (either to bother, talk to, smack, all of the above.) He NEEDS his brothers.

After getting to know Splinter more, he gives more details of the turtles’ upbringing, and (segue) whips out the photo book to show you all the turtles as tots

Donatello

Donnie has one photo of Raph dunking him in the tub while the others laughed

Its truly menacing, but Donnie kind of just

Represses it

It’s a really embarrassing moment, and luckily splinter caught it right in 4K

Once you begin dating donnie, you go up to splinter one day while he’s cleaning the bookshelf as you watch him pull out the photo album

He gives you this smile as if he knows you’re wanting to see the baby donnie photos

Don’t tell donnie by the way

Raph and Donnie used to be on and off besties, they would fight one day then be hanging out the next. If Leo was trying to get Mikey to stop crying, Raph and Donnie were being devious together somewhere in the Lair

Raph brings up dunking Donnie often, especially if they’re at the Farmhouse. He’ll just casually bring it up like, “remembah when I used ta dunk your ass when we were kids?”

Cue Donnie speed swimming out the lake and onto dry land

Michelangelo

Mikey cried, A LOT

He cried for basically anything and everything

Too cold? Cried. Too hot? Cried. Just right? He’d find a reason to cry anyway

One time Raph smacked Mikey a little too hard, and he cried for a solid hour

Im talking ugly crying drool snot everywhere

He was not letting that go

Raph apologized (many many times)

Donnie thinks he was being a drama queen

Leo suggests that it would make a funny childhood memory, and Splinter laughed at that and snapped a photo of Mikey as he was calming down and hiccuping after getting a hug from Raphael

It’s actually a cute photo, but Mikey still gets mad about it for some reason

Thinks about his cry baby days a lot, but honestly, the crying got him what he wanted at times

Especially from Donnie

Leo was Mikey’s favorite brother and vice versa, Leo would always try and help Mikey when he was crying (which was very often)

He tried to be funny or comfort him, either way, it made their bond stronger

“And this,” Splinter points at the photo, “is a memory I find rather amusing from my son.”

You try to contain your laughter, but the way your boyfriend looks as a child is too cute and too comical to not laugh at. “Do not hold back your emotions, laugh all you want.” The rat says at he notices you trying to contain yourself.

It’s probably one of the funnier photos you’ve seen of your boyfriend so far. Though, he sort of told Master Splinter to never show anyone. However, you weren’t just anyone. You had legal right to see it.

You would take this witnessing to the grave, but it’s always nice to know more about your turtle’s past. Though him and his brothers had a nice childhood with what Splinter was able to do for them, they had ups and downs as well.

If anything, Splinter did everything in his power to give them a seemingly normal childhood. They did what normal kids did:

Leo just so happened to drool a lot when sleeping. Splinter points to the photo of Leo on a mountain of blankets, and his closed eyes and unconscious self completely oblivious to the drool coming out at the time. He must've had a good dream. Leo sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and wipes his mouth to see if he drools. He doesn't wanna drool on you if you're sharing a bed together. He doesn't drool anymore, but, he still has to make sure. If you sleep together often, he waits for you to fall asleep first.

Raph had attachment issues to a stuffed animal. It's such a cute photo of Raph hugging onto his teddy bear for dear life on the couch during the early morning. He slept with it all the time. Raphael has shown a few times where he has to cuddle you. He's touchy, all the time. He feeds off of physical touch. Don't tell anyone, but he probably couldn't go a day without kissing you or hugging you in some way.

Donnie was used as collateral by his other siblings. This photo has to be a core memory for Donnie. It's an action shot of Raph dunking him halfway in the tub water, while Leo and Mikey giggle on the opposite side of the tub. It's probably why he never likes to go in the lake while Raph's in it when you all take a trip to Casey's grandma's farmhouse in the summer. Though he knows you can't physically dunk him, Donnie thinks about if you'll just turn around and do it while you're taking a relaxing bath together.

Mikey cried a lot. Though, even human kids probably didn’t cry as much as Mikey did. You see the photo of Mikey crying while Leo tries to comfort him, and Splinter mentions that Mikey would cry for practically any and everything. Mikey doesn't cry now, but he has this puppy-dog look he gives you whenever he wants to do something with you or wants something from you.

As you had only been dating him for a few months now, you were still uncovering pieces to a fun little puzzle that was the sewer life.

You continue looking at the photo of your boyfriend, seeing how small he was back then, compared to now. He's a...big, muscular turtle. How his tiny shell doesn't compare to the one he has now. But, his facial features are all the same.

“How’d you do it?” You turn to Splinter, “I mean, raise them?”

Master Splinter smiles, and leads you to the family portrait of all of them together. Though not kids anymore, this was taken recently. Before Leo left for South America a few years back. It was a sort of farewell photo, as per Leo’s request. He was always a family-oriented turtle.

And now, here comes the origin story of said photo.

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“Tha flash is too damn bright, Genius!” Raph scolds his younger brother- Donnie- after he complained for the 5th time that Raph’s eyes were closed.

“I can’t make it any more dim, hothead!”

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty! My face hurts,” Mikey whines, “are we done?”

“Not until Raph beats the try not to blink for 5 seconds challenge.” Donnie snaps.

“Not until Don here stops tryin’ ta give his family a seiz’a from tha damn flash!”

“Raphael, language.” Splinter interrupts, scolding the second oldest turtle in red.

“Guys, I want a good photo before I leave. Can we all be civilized for 5 seconds?” Leo huffs. He leaves his spot from the frame and finds a way to shut off the flash. It wasn’t needed, anyway.

“Now was that so hard, Einstein?” Raphael turns to Donnie once again, only to get a subtle middle finger as a response that Splinter couldn’t see and scold Don for.

And finally, after all that bickering, they got the photo done. It comes out really good, and Mikey boasts about how he was always the most handsome turtle out of all of them.

“Dude, I’m gonna miss you,” Mikey says, this is the last day they’ll be together before Leo leaves, and it gets a little emotional. Mikey’s back to his old ways, almost crying as he runs to give his older brother a tight hug.

Donnie’s gonna miss Leo, too. But instead of crying, he just has a sad look on his face. He was never one to cry, really.

Raph, on the other hand, is stoic. He doesn’t show his emotions. But, he’s gonna miss his older brother. A lot. Probably more than the others. What is he gonna do without him? Could he even function without him?

“I’m gonna miss you too little brother,” Leo hugs a crying Mikey, “I’m gonna miss all of you. Truly.”

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The family photo holds more meaning than the others, and Splinter cherishes it so much.

“I did what I could,” Splinter says, “And…though I know not to be arrogant or smug, I believe I did a great job with them.”

They are strong, loyal, and amazing turtles that protect the city. If anything, Splinter just made the best heroes in the world. If only the world knew about his accomplishment.

You smile at your boyfriend’s sensei, “I agree with you. I mean, who else could protect New York City as good as your sons?”

You weren’t wrong, either. You remembered the first time you met the turtles, and your soon-to-be boyfriend. You knew the police took their sweet ass time with responding to crimes, so you sort of had to deal with whatever hardship on your own. But a gang? No.

So, yes, you were forever in debt with the turtles, but you couldn’t complain. They were four distinct personalities, and were so interesting that you just had to know more.

And honestly, this “embarrassing photo” did just that. As you and Splinter continued to go through the photo album, he gave background on each photo you saw. It was your first time ever going through the book, as Splinter never really had this much time with you one on one to do this, but you enjoyed it. It appeared that Splinter did, too. The wrinkly smile that was plastered on his fuzzy face truly showed his content. He loved to reminisce and remember about the old times, and how quick time passes. Time is a thief, and he was lucky enough to have captured those moments.

Especially the one photo of your boyfriend.

The photo that you wanted a copy of, so you could keep it in your own personal album at home, where it would be safe, and you could pull it out whenever you needed a good cheering up or giggle.

Splinter did an amazing job with his sons, and though he probably skipped on the relationship advice thinking it wasn’t possible, your boyfriend was doing great with you.

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Will You Be My (Platonic) Valentine?

Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite holidays. I’m as shocked as anyone to realize this, especially since I haven’t had a serious romantic relationship in years. But February 14th isn’t just a day for traditional lovers. It is also the day I came out of the closet as queer. It is the day I chose to stand up and show the world who I am. It is a day about self acceptance.

It is a day on which I commemorate loving myself.

After my divorce I started a tradition. Each year for Valentines day, I ask a single friend of mine to be my Platonic Valentine. Every time I do, it creates so much joy and surprise that I can’t help but wonder why more people don’t do this.

There are so many ways to love and be loved. That’s part of what inspires my Affectionate Animal series, in which I strive to paint as many different expressions of loving connection as I can. To me, deconstructing what our ideas of “love” are and reconstructing something that works for us is what lies at the heart of being queer.

I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I haven’t even had a date in longer than I can remember. But I remain open and curious to what the universe has in store, and I believe in the power of connection.

Love saves us, in the end, from a world of isolation, both in the giving and the receiving.

If you would like to send someone a little love this Valentine’s Day, consider one of these ideas:

1. Mark the Calendar

Schedule a time to meet for drinks or take a walk and catch up. The anticipation of plans warms the heart as much as the actual plans themself. Quality time is one of the most cherished things we can share.

2. Write a Letter

Artifacts of our connections, like letters and notecards that we send through snail mail, have a way of anchoring our relationships with a weight that online “likes” and “reblogs” do not carry.

3. Potluck

Breaking bread together is one of the oldest forms of intimacy, and it doesn’t even have to be fancy to hold meaning. Invite a loved one over for spaghetti or pbjs. Light a couple candles to make it feel special. Or make time to play a board game afterwards.

4. Book Club

Read your best friend’s favorite book, then talk with them about it. This has been my favorite way to show my kid I love them lately, by reading the Percy Jackson books they are obsessed with, then watching The Lightning Thief TV shows on Netflix with them.

5. Early Spring Cleaning

Make a pact with your friend to each fill up a box with things you don’t need anymore and drop it off at a second-hand store together. Maybe even stay for awhile and thift something new to cherish once you get home.

We’ve all heard Marie Kondo’s mantra “Does this spark joy?” It’s time to apply that to your relationships, as well, and make time for the people who spark joy in your life by letting go of those who don’t.

6. Lend a helping hand

When you feel isolated or lonely, one of the most effective ways to dig your way out of that is to uplift others. Talk about your friend’s hard work or business online, raving about them. If your friend has an event or a project, spread the word about it. Use your voice to spread awareness of others’ dreams, and that will strengthen your connections.

7. Say “I love you.”

It’s so simple, but many of us go so long without hearing simple words of affirmation. It’s never too late to say it, and it’s never too much.

My Affectionate Animal series is available as art prints, notecards and stickers. You can buy them in my online shop.

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