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we finally have them both.. egghead island zolu fit!!!
#i cannot get over them#especially zoro's outfit. it looks SO good omg#idk why i thought they would have matching fits but they have basically opposite aesthetics LMAO 😭#luffy so cute with his lil dress and headphones#and zoro with the drip. swords on his back and all 😩#it fits their personality so well. oda is doing great with outfit designs lately. fanartist we RISE#zolu#zoro#luffy#one piece#chapter 1047#opspoilers
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#I LOVE WHEN HE GOES ALL MOTHMAN#IT'S SO COOL#IDC I WILL ALWAYS LOVE GLOWY EYES#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#THAT FIRST EYE SHOT IS CAPTIVATING ME RN IT'S SO COOL#op#one piece#opspoilers#op spoilers#one piece spoilers#spoilers#one piece chapter 1047 spoilers#one piece episode 1074 spoilers
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Chaotic beach day
#one piece#nico robin#chapter: 1047#island: wano#with: luffy#with: zoro#with: nami#with: usopp#with: sanji#with: chopper#with: franky#with: brook#with: jinbe#chapter cover#color
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Chapter 1047-1048: Holding Serve
I didn’t end up doing a write-up for 1047 because it felt filler-y. Unfortunately, 1048 was much the same. I see what Oda is doing; it’s clear that we’re about to reach the end of the Luffy/Kaido fight, and we’re getting the flashbacks of the horrors Kaido and Orochi have inflicted in parallel to the wishes of the Wano citizens on the lanterns to hammer home the emotional impact of Luffy’s victory...
But man, it sure feels tedious to see the same kinds of flashbacks over and over and over and...
I’m especially irritated at the way Hiyori’s story has been handled. After declaring earlier in the arc that she wanted to be the one to kill Orochi, she gets this incredible monologue as she watches Orochi burn...
But needs Denjiro to come save her? Dude goes missing for ever and ever and ever then pops up because once more, Oda’s female characters can’t be allowed to finish anything, no matter how much they deserve it and have even declared to want it.
The moment is clearly being played for catharsis, and the panel of Denjiro coming in to behead Orochi (again) is cool
And I like the panel of Hiyori’s cold expression in response to Orochi’s (probable) death
But man, it really bugs me that in the end, she’s getting shielded by a man.
Yes, I’m bitter.
The best thing I can say is that it feels like we’re going to see the end of the Luffy/Kaido fight in the next few chapters. Finally.
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You've Got the Real Thing Right Here
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
A/N: I kid you not, I wrote this in 30 minutes in a Gatorade-induced, TikTok-fueled romantic fit of filthy feelings. So…it’s probably not edited well and I’m so sorry haha. But I hope you like it:D
Summary: You come across a scene in a book and wonder, is this really attractive? Luckily, your boyfriend is there to show you that it really is.
Content Warnings: almost smut, really borderline smut, fluff, Jake being a sweetheart, Jake being way too hot to handle, and some swearing. Let me know if I missed anything :D Minors DNI!!!!
Word count: 1047
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You didn’t usually get many days off, so today was a rarity. Your boss left for a personal vacation and since there was nothing to do at the office, you were told that you simply didn’t have to come in. It was impromptu and random, but you knew exactly how you were going to spend it. There were only 8 more chapters left in your book, and you’ve been dying to find out of the two love interests finally get together.
It was a little cold out today in San Diego, another rarity. After a warm shower, you slipped into some cozy leggings and your favorite of all your boyfriend’s sweatshirts; a gray and burnt orange Longhorns crewneck subtly scented with his cologne, your perfume, and the smell of brownies from your shared baking excursion last weekend. You opted out of wearing anything under the sweatshirt because why not? It was your day off, after all. With a cup of hot chocolate, you sat down by a window and opened your paperback to its little crocheted bookmark and let yourself sink into the story.
You didn’t realize how much time had passed by the time you closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. You started at 10:00 am and now it was 3:00. Emotions were swirling within you, and you couldn’t help but twirl around your living room, smiling. They finally got together! Oh god, that was so cute—and a few pages later, so hot. Still grinning like an idiot, you decided to head on over to the kitchen and grab lunch. You microwaved last night’s leftovers and let your mind wander. Every romance book you’ve read has the same scene; the guy leaning on the doorframe and looking down at the girl. What’s up with that? It makes you feel warm every time, and you just know that whatever scene comes next is bound to be good but what the heck makes a doorframe attractive? It’s just leaning; something you do every day.
Your thoughts were interrupted by keys jangling at your door. Jake was home! You leant over in your chair, putting yourself in his line of sight. “Hey, Babe, welcome home.” Jake could hear the smile in your voice.
“Why, thank you, Darlin’. What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked, walking over to you and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“Nothing much,” you replied as he walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. “How was work?” Jake started talking, and you’re sure you heard some of it but from here on out, another thought consumed your mind entirely. Jake isn’t that much shorter than your kitchen door….
“…so I told him that was crazy. Right?” Jake looked to you to find you absolutely spaced out. “Y/N? Everything okay…?”
“Uh, yeah! Sorry, what were you saying?” Jake grinned, amused at the light blush that was dusting your cheeks.
“No, no, what’s got you so distracted?”
“Nothing, I promise.” You insisted, standing up to join him in the kitchen entrance.
“Sweetheart, you’re great at a lot of things,” he started, putting his hand in yours, “but you’re a shit liar.” You giggled with him and looked down.
“Okay, okay. Can you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Alright, uh,” you didn’t expect to suddenly get as shy as you did. “Could you just put your hand up here, on the doorframe corner and like, lean over a little?” Jake, with his Gatorade still in hand, looked down at you, confused, but still did it anyway.
“Like this?”, he asked.
“Yeah! Now, bend your elbow a little. Lean naturally into it.”
“Is there a reason for this or…?”
“Satisfying my curiosity.”
“Gotcha.”
“Okay, perfect.” You took a small step back, one hand still on Jake’s chest to get a look at the full picture and…woah. Okay, now you get why curiosity killed the cat, and why every book had this scene. It was freaking hot.
Jake’s green eyes were darkened by the shadows of his lashes and his lips had the slightest shine from the Gatorade. God, you bet he tasted like lemon-lime right now, and his posture…you knew he was tall, but did he really always tower over you like this? His biceps were on full display along with the tan skin of his neck and, god, he was so close, and so big and his cologne was intoxicating. You felt hot.
Jake saw it immediately. He knew that look; he saw your lips part and the way your legs squeezed shut. Oh. He took a long drawn-out look at your figure up and down and he knew you were done for.
Smirking, he asked, “Y/N, Honey, you okay there? You look a little red.” A teasing tone lacing his voice. He reached toward the coffee table to put down his Gatorade and he saw it. It’s that book you’ve been reading. There it is. Jake curled his hand around your waist, snaking it under your his sweatshirt, making you shiver as he pulled you close. His fingers were icy against your hot skin from holding the cold bottle. You gasped when he pressed you flush against his chest. “All this because of a book?” he took his other hand down from the doorframe to place it on your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb. “Baby, you’ve got the real thing right here.” He whispered, lips ghosting over yours before pressing into you for a rough, heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his waist while his fingers pressed into yours. He peppered kisses along your jawline, feeling the warmth of your skin on his. The sensation of his stubble on your neck went straight to your core and made you whimper, an act that tore down what little resolve Jake had left. He pulled away and took you by the hand out of the kitchen.
“Jake, why’d you stop?” You uttered, breathlessly.
“I didn’t. Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“The bedroom. Oh,” he took two steps back to the coffee table and reached for the bottle of Gatorade. “Better take this. You’ll need it by the time I’m done with you.”
Moral of the story? Read books, stay sexy.
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A Thing Of Vikings Chapter 14: Relationships
Chapter 14: Relationships
The initial Norwegian outreach to Berk, notwithstanding popular belief otherwise, was actually instigated by Magnus the Good's regent, Einar Eindridesson Thambarskelfir (c. 980-1047), of the Lade jarls, not Magnus the Good, although he was an enthusiastic supporter of the idea.
Originally an opponent of King Olaf Haraldsson, Magnus's father, Einar supported King Cnut the Great's efforts to overthrow Olaf. Those efforts succeeded in 1028 AD, sending King Olaf and his family into exile. Olaf returned two years later after the death of Cnut's first viceroy, Haakon Ericsson, in an attempt to regain his kingdom, and died at the Battle of Stiklestad (29 July 1030 AD), defeated by a peasant army led by Kálfr Árnasson, Thorir Hund and Hárek of Tjøtta. Einar was not present at the battle, but this was more due to happenstance than intent—Einar was visiting King Cnut in London when the battle was joined. The purpose of his visit was to petition Cnut to make him the new viceroy of Norway.
The petition failed; Einar was not given the viceroyalty over Norway, and neither were any of the other Norwegian nobility that had supported Cnut. Instead, Cnut chose his fourteen-year-old son Sveinn as viceroy and Sveinn's mother, Ælfgifu of Northampton, as the boy's regent and therefore the effective ruler of Norway. This decision infuriated Einar and the others who had supported Cnut's overthrow of King Olaf, as each of them had wished to be named as regent over Norway, and Cnut had promised each of them the position (or so they claimed). Sveinn and Ælfgifu's subsequent viceroy reign was seen as oppressive due to new laws and taxes, and was marked by intense resistance on the part of the Norwegian nobility.
In 1035 AD, Einar, acting in concert with Kálfr, betrayed Cnut's viceroys. Traveling to Yaroslav the Wise's court in the Kievan Rus', the two chieftains found Olaf's eleven-year-old illegitimate son, Magnus, who had been left there by his father to be fostered in exile by Yaroslav and his wife Ingegerd. Returning to Scandinavia with Magnus, they allied with King Anund Jacob the Coalburner of Sweden, Magnus's step-uncle, to place Magnus on the Norwegian throne as a puppet ruler to the noble chiefs.
Political machinations quickly followed, and Kálfr was quickly outmaneuvered by Einar. Using Kálfr's direct involvement in the death of King Olaf against him, Einar depicted himself as blameless, and managed to have Kálfr incriminate himself by showing how he killed the boy-king's father with a stab to the neck. Einar became Magnus's new regent and effective ruler of Norway, while Kálfr and Thorir were driven into exile. Magnus, reportedly furious, wished to have them executed, but refrained from doing so on the advice of his godfather, Sigvatr the Skald.
His primary rivals gone, Einar spent the next half decade as the de facto ruler of Norway; even when Magnus reached his majority and assumed some level of legal power, Einar made certain to keep the young monarch dependent on him.
This status quo, however, was broken by one of Einar's miscalculations. Hearing of the tamed dragons and dragon-riders of Berk from a traveling skald in the spring of 1041 AD, he dispatched one of his minor rivals in the court, the herald Yngvarr Arlaksson, to make contact with Berk, reasoning that either his rival would be killed by fearsome Norse dragon-riders or they might potentially make an ally of the same.
This backfired, as Berk—and Hiccup Haddock and his associates in particular—were not what he had expected.
—Corpus Historiae Berkiae, 1396
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Your reflection with mine
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2nhDgqP
by Jo_Rolle
“You are very beautiful, Phee,” Tech suddenly said. “I was being honest when I said you look perfect.”
Phee laughed but grabbed his hands on her belly anyway. “I thought you didn't exaggerate.”
“I am not. You do.” He kissed the side of her neck, hugging her tighter. “You are perfect,” he mumbled against her skin.
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Oneshot for the prompt "Neck Kisses": Tech and Phee are getting ready for a risky negotiation and Tech loves his wife very much
Words: 1047, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Techphee Oneshots
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Phee Genoa, Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars)
Relationships: Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech
Additional Tags: Fluff, minimal plot, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Established Relationship, Soft Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Married Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech, Sexual Tension, not really but a tiny bit implied so i'm tagging it just to be safe!, Established Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech, Domestic Fluff, Gentle Kissing, Short & Sweet
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;; The Finer Things
Pairing: Jaron/Imogen, Amarinda of Bultain/Tobias
Words: 1047
Chapter: 1 [ Complete ]
Summary: Post-war peace after The Shadow Throne.
– The kids enjoy a relatively quiet moment and some indulgences as the dust settles.
The three boys sat around the hearth as the flames happily crackled over the firewood it was fed. It danced and played in their eyes while they held their hot cider unflinchingly, waving its hand in front of the vacant stares taking in its performance. Tough crowd, it thought–if fire could think–but it would be remiss to turn away the attention, no matter how meaningless.
A shuffle of skirts brought life back into the still room as Amarinda dragged Imogen in. “Have you three not moved since we last left?” Amarinda asked, raising an eyebrow at those gathered. Her shoes clacked against the floor when she leaned her weight to the side.
Slowly but surely, three sets of eyes pulled themselves away from the captivating display in the fireplace. Tobias thought to save the group as he swallowed for the first time in what felt like months. “Well–the–”
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“So, you haven’t,” Amarinda said with a quirked grin pulling at her lips. She went to haul Tobias up to his feet while he struggled to keep his drink from spilling, his knees creaking beneath him.
Tobias blinked to himself, shaking out his foot that had fallen asleep as he leaned against Amarinda. She stole a sip from his cup, puckering her lips suddenly. “It’s only cider–”
“Was it supposed to be hot?”
“Well, it–”
Roden took a sip of his. He pursed his lips, nodding to himself slowly. “I’d say it’s still hot.”
“Hot enough,” Tobias finished, tipping his hand from side to side.
Amarinda looked between the two of them and then at Jaron who didn’t bother with the argument; he sat his cup on the table, pushing himself up to join Imogen. His eyes never left her. “Is this a new dress?” he asked.
Amarinda clapped her hands together, smiling at him and then at Imogen. “I told you he’d notice!”
Imogen ducked her head down, chuckling into her hand before she pulled her braid over her shoulder. She twirled with the end of it. “It–is. Amarinda said that maybe I should splurge given… who I’m with now.” She smiled gently at Jaron who took her hand in his.
He looked her over appreciatively, grinning back at her. “Gotta say, Drylliad looks good on you. You should do it more often,” Jaron said, nudging her side playfully. “I’ll put it in as a necessary expense.”
And she could only laugh, hitting his arm lightly. “Oh, don’t do that, you already fight with the regents enough–and after everything…”
Jaron put his hand to her cheek, tilting his head. “Imogen, the kingdom will heal itself in time, a few fancy dresses here and there won’t hurt Carthya, no matter how silly it may seem. It gives the tailor something to do! That’s one person helped!” He grinned at her, running the fabric on her sleeve between his fingers. “Besides, the regents wouldn’t be caught dead in last week’s fashion, even if the dust is still settling–and I think if they have a problem with it, we can enact a silk tax. I think they’ll love it. I have been getting bored.” Jaron caught Roden’s eye as his general grimaced, pushing himself up from the floor.
“If I find another assassin in the castle, I’ll kill you myself and they can take notes on how it’s properly done,” Roden grunted out at him.
Jaron laughed. “Great! Professional on the job training! We’ll save the job market one assassin at a time, won’t we?”
Roden hit him with his shoulder as he passed. “If that’s what we’re calling it these days.”
Imogen grinned, stepping back with Amarinda as Jaron continued to poke at Roden. “Thank you, really,” she said, looking up at her.
“What for?” Amarinda asked after blinking out of her thoughts.
“For one, you’re not like…” Imogen trailed off, gesturing broadly as she watched the two boys rough house while Tobias tried in vain to pull them apart, claiming outrageous things like don’t put pressure on a broken leg and if you don’t rest, you can’t heal. Right, like that meant anything. Imogen snorted, biting her smile back.
Amarinda cocked her hip, crossing her arms with a chuckle. “I mean, I can certainly make an effort…”
Imogen laughed, leaning into her. “I think it’s nice to have someone reasonable around here that’s our age.”
“You don’t want to gossip with Mott?”
Imogen raised an eyebrow. “Amarinda, you have not gossiped till you’ve gossiped with Mott–overhearing even a little bit of what he knows would have the saints in a tizzy.”
“Is that so?”
“Trust me. At Farthenwood…” Imogen trailed off, shaking her head–letting nostalgia mask over the uglier parts of her time there. “Let’s just say you wanted to keep your name out of his mouth.”
Amarinda laughed. “Him? I’d never guess!”
“He had to know everything going on there, it only made sense.” Imogen chuckled, taking in a breath as Tobias finally got Roden and Jaron to sit down once more. “But… it really is–nice to have a friend here–someone who likes these…” she paused, pulling at the dress with a snort, ”girly things. I can’t exactly go to one of them.”
“I don’t know… Tobias has taken pretty well to the finer things,” Amarinda said cheekily.
Imogen laughed. “Okay, let me rephrase, someone who already knows what they’re talking about.”
Amarinda smiled at her, sighing. She nodded slowly. “Then I should thank you too–because it’s been nice to talk about petticoats, blouses, and even shoes again rather than… war strategies and the memories of those we’ve lost.” She took in a breath, her expression evening out as her thoughts drifted for a second time.
Imogen put her hand on her arm, smiling at her. “Then let’s indulge. Jaron’s right. We can’t live in mourning forever or be scared to enjoy the life we fought for.” She chuckled. “You live so long conserving and protecting what you have, too scared to ask for more, but it… it is necessary, isn’t it?”
Amarinda took her hands, squeezing them. She grinned back. “Then let’s go make sure our sacrifices meant something.” She pulled her out of the room again, leaving the boys to their quips and lukewarm cider.
#the false prince#the false prince fanfic#the ascendance series#the ascendance trilogy#writing#my writing#the runaway king#the shadow throne#jaron artolius eckbert iii#roden#tobias#imogen#amarinda of bultain#;; the finer things#{ please post. }
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ACTION COMICS no.1047 • cover art • Nathan Szerdy [Sept 2022]
In the aftermath of Superman's epic Warworld Revolution, the Man of Steel is back on Earth and stronger than he's ever been! As he and Steel join forces to remake Metropolis as a true City of Tomorrow, two of Superman's most iconic villains take notice…and they have plans of their own.
Meanwhile, Superman's meddling on Warworld has had unforeseen consequences: he's awakened an enemy so ancient and powerful, even this stronger-than-ever Superman will need the whole Super-Family to face it.
Introducing new characters and beginning this new chapter in Superman's mythology, don't miss the kickoff to the countdown to Action Comics #1050!
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Bc the ship is so new most of them are unfinished so!!!
Water me
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52207417/chapters/132055138
Neuvi hires Furina to play as his gf just to "get the feeling"
The substitute
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52032589/chapters/131585908
Neuvi experiments with the primordial water
The dragon's soul
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51841135/chapters/131071636
Princess Furina was born w/out a soul and only the soul of the neighbors emperor can make her whole.
A dragon's name
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52272106/chapters/132227353
It's the night before Furina leaves. (And the months that come after, but the most important is the night before she leaves)
This are the one shots
Crimen passioniss
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51848200
Neuvi finds out that Furina isn't the Archon.
Letters from Lady Furina
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51647758
Someone finds all the letters she wrote for Neuvillete during 500 years
The old lady by the sea
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53612623
Neuvi thinks back about his past, and Furina is by his side.
I could literally keep going for days, I must have read all the 1047 fics in existence.
Ooh thanks for the recs! I'll have to give these a read.
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Please tell me more about this Rosemary Ted Brenner fic 🙏 I’m curious
Hehe :3
Its barely anything but i was in a real RosemaryBrenner mood (real big oc/canon character thing going on here) where Rosemary left Hawkins with 12 yo Ted and went to Nevada then met Brenner. Ofc brenner was just using her but i envisioned him as a little lonely med school freak with a god complex. But I kinda got bored of it because now im more of a hawkins rosemarybrenner girlie (i mean the grandfather clock is at the house For A Reason >.<). Anyways since probably never going to finish it I might as well take this as an excuse to post it her. Brenner doesnt even show but imagine him in the corner being a creep as usual.
Warning for bad writing and also cringe but we are free
Exes and Ohs (1047 words) by kawtharami
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Rosemary Wheeler (OC)
Summary:
Rosemary Wheeler leaves Hawkins with her son and finds herself in Nevada.
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#op#one piece#opspoilers#op spoilers#one piece spoilers#spoilers#one piece chapter 1047 spoilers#one piece episode 1074 spoilers#Youtube
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The Lies we Tell Ourselves
Reading this week’s chapter of Akane Banashi got me in the mood to talk about some aspects of Japanese culture that may be lesser known by the fandom outside of Japan, and how Wano, along with other arcs, incorporates some of them.
These panels are what motivated me to make this post. Traditionally, Oiran were entertainers first and foremost, learning many skills ranging from playing music, conversational skills, both things Komurasaki has been shown to be skilled at, as well as calligraphy, flower arranging, and more. She also held the highest rank a courtesan can have, being Tayu. Holding that rank meant that she would be not have taken on any sex work whatsoever. So I don’t want to see anyone saying Toki “forced Hiyori into a life of slavery.” She did nothing but make the best of a bad situation to ensure that Hiyori would be protected and in good care, trusting best kappa Kawamatsu to raise her daughter.
And what a fine job Kawamatsu did in the years the two were in hiding together. Hiyori’s words here make it unquestionably clear that it was her decision to make the gamble and flee from Kawamatsu, putting his well being above her own. She didn’t know Denjiro would be in a position to take her in afterward, or even that she would meet another ally she could trust.
And again, it is Hiyori herself who made the decision here, deciding to trust his words and dedicate herself to completing the difficult training that becoming an Oiran would require. Denjiro merely asked her to be brave. Sounds a lot like Toki/Kin’emon asking the same of Momo, just before sending him and the Akazaya members to the future in chapter 1047. Do I think it’s a particularly healthy mindset when it comes to self preservation? Hell no, but it got them through and is what many of Wano’s prominent faces know. Now I’m thinking about God Usopp’s and Izo’s words to Kiku again, there is value in living beyond the battle, even after dealing with the shame of defeat and of losing your leader.
If Usopp had thrown in the towel at the first chance he got, he would have croaked before ever entering the Grand Line. And now I’m thinking about the former Usopp Pirates protecting Kaya, who was pretty unconcerned with her own well being for a bit there, lying to herself because she didn’t want to accept what was right in front of her. Sounds a lot like the Akazaya’s struggle, and especially Kiku’s, during the raid.
Then there is past Usopp, asking his mother to not say such fatalistic things, even if she has to lie. The arc ends with the captain of the Usopp Pirates disbanding the group and wanting to keep everything a secret from the villagers. The idea is later reflected in both Zoro’s “nothing happened” moment during Thriller Bark, and in Luffy asking Momo to keep his role in defeating Kaido between those who took part in the battle.
How different are Zoro’s “nothing happened,” or Luffy asking not to tell Momo he is the one who defeated Kaido, from what an Oiran does? Or from the stories Usopp told to Kaya for that matter? Each serves the same function at the end of the day, a selfless performance put on for the sake of others.
I wouldn’t call Syrup Village one of my favorite arcs, though it certainly gets bashed on by parts of the fandom more than it deserves. There’s some great stuff in there!
#one piece#akane banashi#wano arc#syrup village arc#kozuki toki#kozuki hiyori#komurasaki#kawamatsu#okiku#usopp#kaya#usopp pirates
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Unlikely Family
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by Skygirl_26
After 100 years of nothing, Manny sends Jack to the age of Vikings. A few years later Jack finds his first believer in the village outcast Hiccup Haddock. When things get dangerous and the village finds out about Toothless, Hiccup and Jack have to leave and find a safe place to make a new home.
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A spirit, human, and a dragon. What could possibly go wrong?
Words: 1047, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Light Fury/Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon)
Additional Tags: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Needs a Hug, Protective Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon), Protective Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Runaway Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and Dragons, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Can Speak With Dragons, Dragon Hybrid Hiccup, Night Furies (How to Train Your Dragon), How Do I Tag, will add more tags later, Unfrequent Updates, Magic, Time Travel (mentioned briefly), Hurt Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parent Stoick the Vast
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First line tag game! Tagged by @yourlocal-charlatan @notallsandmen and @aquilathefighter. Thank you!
Rules: post the first lines of max. 10 of your fics and tag as many people! I haven't got 10 yet, but I'm getting there. These are all Sandman fics.
I'll go to sleep and dream again | rated E for shit in later chapters | 37991 words | Complete
He's quiet. He's seething, glass freezing against his side and face. Numbed by the circle, he feels a girl crying out for her mom, again, because she can't get to sleep. A boy in a city in Africa is chased by a nightmare, looking like a tiger but all wrong.
Feel my body, crack my bones | Rated E for gore | 3223 words | Complete
Hob Gadling is sitting on his couch in nothing but his boxers. It's a nice, warm summer night, about 10 pm. It's Friday, and that gives him plenty of time for his task until he has to see his students again. His body aches all over, in some places worse than others, and the worst of all it hurts inside his chest. But one thing after the other.
Ill-advised things | Rated E for smut | 8224 words | Complete
Dream is fuming as he enters the stables. What he thought was a diplomatic visit to a neighbouring kingdom turns out to be… well. It’s still a diplomatic visit, technically, but for entirely different reasons than he originally thought. His parents brought him along to barter him off. He is to marry the Prince of this kingdom and kindly shut up about it, because they need the alliance, and the trade agreements, and preferably by yesterday.
The softness of light | Rated M for near death experience | 1047 words | Complete
The lake was peaceful. In the red glow of the hot July evening the water almost had a siren's call and Dream was glad Hob had managed to persuade him to come. He'd brought a small bag with waterbottles and fruit in plastic containers, watermelon and grapes and peaches. They would be warm and a little soft later, when they would have finished swimming, but Dream didn't mind.
Home should be where the heart is | Rated M for violence in chapter yet to come | 11009 words | Ongoing | AU: Beauty and the Beast
Once upon a time there was a small village surrounded by vast woods. So small a town it was that it did not even have a name, and the woods were old and very dark and many forgotten secrets were sleeping within.
In this town there lived a man, a printer by trade, who had moved there after his wife and children died and he found he could no longer bear to live in the city. His name was Robert Gadling, but he much preferred to be called Hob.
Policy of truth | Rated E for smut | 628 words | Ongoing | Drabble collection for smut march
Dream had always noticed Hob’s hands one way or another. It was hard not to. Hob was always waving them about, gesturing, emphasising his stories with big swoops of his whole arm or or tiny movements of his fingers. Dream had caught glimpses of calluses, small scars, freckles, a dusting of hair.
Tagging @mure-sauvage, @tj-dragonblade, @issylra, @zoeysdamn, @lenreli
Apologies if you already did this. I can't keep up lol. Also, only if you want. Obviously.
#My writing#tag game#the sandman#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream x hob#morpheus#sandman#the sandman fanart#my fic
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Wings of Time
Wings of Time
by Bazzpop00
You’re sure about this?”
“Positive.” Aziraphale said, flapping his wings in an effort to show that the demon should get on with it. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
”Isn’t grooming something that’s…” Crawley trailed off, looking vaguely constipated before finally spitting it out, “intimate?”
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Crowley groomed Aziraphale’s wings long ago in Eden, and gets his groomed in return in a cottage in the South Downs six millennia later
Words: 1047, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Wingfic, Wing Grooming, Fluff, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages (Good Omens), Scene: Garden of Eden (Good Omens), Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, ends with, Post-Canon, South Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Established Relationship, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Married Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
From https://ift.tt/6jRxL0C
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46893787
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