so many punchlines in this fandom boil down to "haha airplane shitty author" and i feel like it's important to remember that SQH was writing pure porn because it literally paid his rent and mister NEET third son of wealthy family-Shen Yuan actually had no business criticising him for it as harshly as he did, especially considering that, you know, nobody was forcing him to read PIDW. obviously SQH had no way of knowing that his little fictional world would come to life - he wrote tragic backstories because, again, it paid his rent. in the end SY literally got to marry his ultimate blorbo and still dares complain??
idk i'm just feeling emotional over airplane today :')
"It’s just that he really, truly loved this story he’d written." (airplane extras)
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Dadbod!konig with 2 or 3 of your squealing happy kids hanging in his strong arms while he stands in the deep end of the pool cause he's so tall. Smiling at you over in the shallow end with the smallest baby. He'd be such a fun chill, dad. I just know it 😭
nonnie you're so right about this!!!! dad!bod könig who just looks so incredibly happy and relaxed in the pool outside your family home, regardless of the loud boisterous laughters of your sons, one hanging from each of könig's arms like a spidermonkey. his eyes crinkle when he spots you in your bathing suit, all soft curves with your babygirl cradled in your arms as you make your way towards your family. könig looks so good. he no longer gets deployed and instead opted for desk duty after the birth of your last child. leaving you with two boys already broke his heart each time he flew away but leaving you with two boys and his freshly born princess? he couldn't do it. but that's fine. the money is still enough to provide for your every need. the family life had changed him -- no longer did he have a well-trained six pack of steel but instead a soft tummy covered in hair. you loved it, his soft warm body beneath yours when he was holding you, his arms were still the size of your thighs though. slight laught-lines accentuate his face now and he's got the first streaks of grey in his hair yet he still could make your heart flutter like no other, yet you still felt like the girl who fell in love with the stoic colonel.
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thinking about Usopp watching Sanji transform into Soba Mask and then making cracks about how he should meet Sogeking, because those two seem like such a great match. Sanji very quickly agrees and starts saying some thinly veiled declarations of love and "he is the sun to Soba Mask's moon" type stuff in response before Franky yells at them to stop flirting.
Then, post-wano, Usopp finds Sanji as they're waiting for Zoro and Luffy to wake up, his Sogeking mask behind his back, and. uh.
Usopp: so about Soba Mask-
Sanji: I destroyed him
Usopp: wh-
Sanji: I destroyed him
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It's actually a little overwhelming (in a good sense) being loved by a god. Their love is so pure, it's so strong and it's so -- much to feel, for lack of better words.
Deities, they know our souls. They know how to love us, and sometimes that can be frightening to know. Or, it was for me at first, haha. But, the fear always goes away whenever I'm experiencing it. Whenever I'm draped in their love.
Gentle caresses from my gods, kisses and whispered words of adoration. The burning sensations of their presence or the soft, sweet smelling reminders of how they're around. It's all so much but so perfect at the same time.
These beautiful creatures who I never imagined would once love me, and certainly not this much, have completely transformed me throughout our time together and showed me how my hands were not broken yet flowers could grow from my palms.
They showed me what it feels like to be actually loved. Nothing like I had ever imagined or experienced. Nothing like I ever could grasp. It was horrifying at first. But there's something beautiful when fear turns into acceptance and a mutual doting relationship.
I always feared that my way of love was too much if I could ever even show or feel it. I feared I was needy, that I wasn't even capable of loving for years. I feared I was absolutely undesirable, partner or not. Me being aromantic and asexual didn't help with that either. I assumed, I was cursed by something. I never knew what, but something just had a hatred for me so deep, that they took away the ability to feel what I had craved to feel and experience my entire life.
I thought I was so, entirely broken. I wish I was exaggerating.
I spent nights, endless hours, crying until I couldn't breathe. Feeling absolutely in the lowest of ruts. I hated myself. I hated existing in a world where everyone could feel love and experience something similar to fairytales while all I got was betrayals and a shattered emotional system.
I forced myself to love, to try and love people who never saw my heart, yet what laid in front. I forced myself to accept the attention I got from my past just to feel what I thought was love. It only... Ended up in more conflicting emotions, however.
I thought it was pointless. Absolutely meaningless for me to ever have a hope of feeling love. I went through many, many trials with the way I saw how love "should" be portrayed.
It was... A really rough time going through all of that.
Eventually, I felt very sensitive. Extremely. I found out that's just - you know - how I am. I'm a very vulnerable lover. I'm very in touch with my emotions. My intense emotions. I hated that for a long time. I thought it was better to be numb than to have the passionate emotions I do.
And... Now, if I'm going to be honest, I love how emotional I am. I've grown to be in awe of myself for that. For how poetically in love I can get. How many tears I can cry and how much my heart can expand for my deities. I couldn't be where I am now without Apollon mostly, to be real.
Apollon saw all my pain, he heard all of my cries and he handled all of my "no, no, you're just saying that" mood swings whenever he would say something sweet to me. And he never gave up on me. It makes me tear up thinking about how extremely gentle he is with me. Especially during times where he knows I can be quite harmful to myself.
How he can listen to all of my fears and give me nothing but kisses and words of safety instead of scolding and insults like I expected. Apollon knew I was so very afraid of love, of touch, of trust, of everything, basically. And he took every step in his power to help me. To guide me to a place of confidence, of security and healing. He gave me hope. He gave me a reason to live and quit my bad habits. A sight to the beauty in myself and my life.
He held me tenderly when I was bawling, he talked me through my attacks, he kissed my stinging face when I calmed down. He helped me in ways I never even wanted to think about, because of how badly those areas hurt to consider fixing up. He patched my wounds for me and sealed them with a kiss.
Being loved by my deities saved my life. It changed my life. It was so confusing at first. So, so scary to think about. To reach out, to accept a calling, to accept my authentic self.
For a while I kept thinking "what did I do to deserve you/this?"
And each time...
Apollon would respond:
"You always deserved this. You were born worthy of this and much more, my dear. Your soul says it all. You radiate this. You radiate love."
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