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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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Hi hello🍄✨🌼 I would like to ask for a friends to lovers Eddie munson x fem reader, where Eddie's announcing to the reader that he's going on a date with a girl and it gets a bit angsty and they stop talking for a while but eventually she admits that that she likes him and they get together. If this is too much or not your thing feel free to ignore. Hope you have a great day ✨🌼

darling! i hope this works for you, let me know! <3 angst w fluff at the end! | 2.3k, fem!reader

The sun is warm on your face as you wait for Eddie to get out of class. You're meant to go to the library today to work on his history paper, but he's late. You don't really mind, since it's a rare early spring day in Hawkins. Having the day off, you walked to the school and chanced a skirt today, glad to stretch your legs out in front of you where you sit on the steps. The sounds of the campus are soothing as you close your eyes, chin tipped up. Someone playing frisbee, cars starting and stopping, skateboards over the pavement. Shouts and laughter. It's a perfect day.

"Don't be late tomorrow, Wheeler! You too, Henderson!" Eddie's voice from behind you makes you smile, warmth spreading through your chest at the sound.

Being friends with Eddie has made your life better in so many ways -- he is kind and caring, sure, but he is funny and brings you out of your shell. He has introduced you to a gaggle of other teens and they've welcomed you into the fold. Eddie makes your life full and makes you so happy you could burst.

Maybe it was only par for the course that you've fallen in love with him. But, friends you stay, because that is enough for you. And if sometimes you think Eddie's gaze lingers on your lips, or if he holds you a little tighter than necessary when you sleep over? Maybe someday you'll ask him about it. But first, getting him to the end of the school year and into a job at the record store with you.

You keep your eyes closed as you feel him plop down next to you, chain scraping the stone steps. He bumps his shoulder with yours.

"Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this?" The corners of your mouth turn up but you try to muster a frown. You open your eyes and allow yourself to drink him in for just a moment. Warm eyes, wide grin, messy hair. Your Eddie, pretty as a picture.

"Waiting for someone who is late," you cry, mocking affront. "I'm burning to a crisp out here."

"Looks like you're enjoying it," he smirks, running an index finder over the freckles on your cheeks."You look like a dandelion in the sun."

"Are you calling me a weed, Eddie?" You roll your eyes and stand up, brushing off your skirt. His eyes follow your movements, and you pretend not to notice. "Real nice."

"A pretty weed, babe. Honest." You snort and he laughs as you walk to his van. "And I know my weed." No doubt the sun has warmed your cheeks some, which is a good thing since you're definitely blushing.

He pulls out of the school parking lot and heads towards town after you've hopped in and buckled up.

"Y'know," he starts, glancing over at you. You're already looking at him, of course, and he smirks. "I was late because the weirdest thing happened."

"I heard you talking to Mike and Dustin. Hellfire stuff?" He shakes his head.

"No, just ran into them as I was leaving." He pauses, fingers tapping a random rhythm on the steering wheel. "Lester asked me to go out with her this Friday. To her brother's gig in the city."

"Kate Lester? From your English class?" You furrow your brow and look out the window. You feel a little mean for being surprised.

"You know her?"

"A little," you say. She'd been your lab partner your senior year. She's kind and pretty, a year younger than you, and going to University of Cincinnati in the fall, according to Nancy.

"What's she like?" Eddie huffs. "She's never talked to me before, really."

"Then why did you say yes?" The question comes before you can stop it. His eyebrows raise and he searches your face for something before looking away. Your shoulders drop.

"Well, she asked, I guess." He shrugs. "Seems to think I'll like some amateur punk music. Don't know where she got that idea." He looks at you to see if you'll laugh at him, but you're focused on the road.

"She's nice," you say, and you mean it. She is nice. "I'm sure you'll have a great time." You try to keep your voice bright because you really do want him to have a nice date, even if it's with someone who doesn't know him like you do, with someone who doesn't already love every inch of him. Eddie is a catch, anyone should be able to see that.

It's just that you thought everyone knew you and Eddie were youandEddie. Even if you're just friends, it's been you two against the world for a while. Late nights watching him practice his guitar, staying over in the trailer after helping him study, long walks when he has nightmares. You've got a drawer of his clothes in your room and he made you the guest of honor at Hellfire Club for your birthday and he visits you at work whenever he can. You know that he loves you, but maybe it's not ever going to be the way you love him.

"What's wrong, sweet thing?" The pet name makes you shiver. His hand reaches over and cups your knee, thumb pressing into the bare skin, his rings leaving little indents. His eyes flick between you and the road and you feel a little guilty, but can't muster the will to pretend.

"Headache," you mumble. He gives you a squeeze before letting go.

"Do you want me to take you home?" His voice is soft, gentle with you in that way of his.

You shake your head. "We agreed to do your essay today, Eds." He's smart on his own, but he works harder when you're there to encourage him.

"I can read and write, you know. I'll be fine on my own, honest. I'll drop you at home."

"You sure?" You're going to be no help anyway, now that you're sulking over a date that hasn't even happened yet. He nods.

That night you try not to think about it but you fail. Your brain is fuzzy all week at work, but when Friday rolls around you put on a brave face.

"We're leaving right after school," he tells you at lunch -- he's driven over to see you on your break during his free period. "Driving into the city and then back tonight."

"Be safe, okay?" you say. "No drinking." Eddie is a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them. Still, you can't help but make him promise.

"I'd never," he replies, seriously. "We'll just see some shitty music and be back before midnight, probably."

"Are you excited?" you ask, running your hands through your hair to stop yourself from brushing his out of his face.

He hums noncommittally. "Lotta driving for a first date," he huffs, as if it just occurred to him. "Didn't even know she knew my name till this week."

If you didn't know him so well you'd say he was self conscious. "Oh, stop that," you say. "You're a catch, Eddie Munson, you hear me? She's lucky to be going on a date with you."

Eddie fixes his gaze on you and looks and looks and looks. You meet his stare with your own, until he breaks and grabs your hand, dragging it up for a sweet kiss. Your heart breaks a little, but you smile.

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You don't know why you do it, really, but you avoid Eddie for the whole weekend after his date. And the entire week after. You sit in the break room during lunch in case he comes in, and pick up extra shifts to beg off when he asks you to hang out. You even go to the skatepark with Max. Anything to keep you busy. A small, ugly part of you wonders if he even notices.

Robin calls you from work a week after you last really spoke to Eddie.

"Do you know why Munson is in Family Video right now looking like a kicked puppy?" she asks, the line crackling. "Steve is telling him he's scaring away customers."

"Why did you call me about it?" you ask, twirling the phone chord around your fingers. It's Saturday night and you would bet that it's just the three of them in the store.

"Don't be dense," Robin replies, not unkindly. "Does this have to do with his date last week?"

"Robin, shh! Can he hear you?" You pause. "Wait, how do you even know about that?"

"Kate told Carol in the locker room and Vickie overheard and told me. Do you even know how it went?" She sighs. "Of course you don't, since Eddie has told us no less than four times that you haven't spoken for a week."

The guilt rises up in your throat. Have you gone and done the thing you wanted to prevent in the first place -- ruin your friendship?

"Is he mad?" you whisper into the phone. Robin barks a laugh.

"Mad? Have you ever seen Eddie get mad? Other than that time when I made fun of his music. But at you? I don't think he can get mad at you." You rub at your eyes with your free hand.

"Okay," you say. "Okay. Can you tell him to come over to my house, please?"

"Roger that," she chirps. It sounds like she pulls the phone away from her mouth before yelling, "Munson! Y/N wants you at her house, pronto."

You hear a faint Thank Christ from Steve and a Really? from Eddie.

"Thanks, Robin," you say.

"No, thank you," she laughs before hanging up.

The sun is setting, so you decide to throw on a sweatshirt and wait for him outside so you can go for a walk. You've barely sat on your stoop when Eddie's van pulls into your drive. He seems to steel himself before getting out.

"Hey," he calls, his voice hoarse. You stand. It takes about four second of looking at him for you to start running and before you know it you're in his arms. He thunks back against the door of his van and you bury your face in his neck, his hair tickling you, but you don't mind. His hands stroke your back, up and down, and the tension seems to leak out of him.

"Hey," you whisper, before you pull away from him just enough to see his face. He looks wrecked and your stomach twists. "I'm sorry, Eddie."

"No," he says loudly into the night. His hands come up to cup your face on either side. "No, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm so fucking sorr--"

You place your fingers over his mouth. "You didn't do anything." He looks confused, so you continue. "This was all me, Eds. I've been a horrible friend to you this week and that's the last thing I wanted to do but I went ahead and did it anyway."

"Why?" he breathes. You take his hands in your own and draw them down between you.

"I--," you start, then take a deep breath. "How was your date?" you ask. You need to know before you tell him.

Eddie looks confused, but answers. "Music was fine. She just wanted me there to make the drummer in her brother's band jealous," he admits, rolling his eyes. Your eyebrows furrow at that. "It's okay though," he continues. "Because I'm not really into Kate."

"Oh," you let out.

"But what does that have to do with you not talking to me?" His thumbs trace circles on your skin. His eyes have nothing but warmth for you and it gives you courage. He'll forgive you for this, you think. You can still be friends.

"I want more than anything for you to be happy, Eddie," you say, and then lose your nerve at the last second, closing your eyes before continuing. "But I'm in love with you." His thumbs still.

"And I know that's no excuse for how I've treated you this week, because we're friends first and you're my best friend and --"

"Sweetheart," Eddie says, sounding breathless. "Look at me, please." Your eyes fly open. He's looking at you the way he looks at his guitar, the way he looks when he's finished a campaign he's proud of, the way he looks at you when you wake up next to him.

He's looking at you like he always does, you realize. He's looking at you like he loves you.

"Can you say it again?" he whispers.

You don't hesitate. "I love you, Eddie." The words seem to pour out of you now. "I have for a while. And it made me jealous to hear you were going on a date, which I have no right to be, since you should be happy with whoever you wa--"

"Hey," he interrupts again, and this time you can see the beginnings of a smile on his face. "Let a guy talk, huh?" His hands return to your face and you nuzzle into one palm. "I am happy." He smiles. "Happy with you." He sighs, and it's a happy sound, before leaning in to kiss your forehead. "My best friend." His lips find your right cheek next to his hand, and then your left. "Girl of my dreams," he continues, and you're grinning, now. He kisses your nose and you giggle.

Eddie pulls away and you almost whine. He looks serious, but you can't stop smiling.

"I'm in love with you," he says. "I love you. Can I kiss you?" You find the ability to nod somehow, since Eddie has just blown your world to pieces and you didn't know you could feel this happy. But as his lips find yours and your hands tangle in his hair, you think that you could get used to it.

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wendy130 · 1 year

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forgive me if you aren’t taking art requests rn, but if you are-

could i request some peer pressure duo noms? — 🎲

// BIG COMIC MOMENTS WOOO!! PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU LIKE IT

// I fucking love your peer pressure story (pt1 & pt2) soo :P

// transcript of words under the read more line

2nd page words:

A long string of "no"s trailing behind Ranboo

3rd page words:

A long string of "no"s as Ranboo gets picked up Ranboo, thought bubble: "Oh god, I'm going to LITERALLY die" Techno, thought bubble: "Oh god, I'm going to die of social interaction"

4th page words:

*wiping drool off*

5th page words:

*muffled cry*

6th page words:

Techno: *soft purrs* Pointing at Ranboo: *passed out*

7th page words:

~~Time Skip~~

Ranboo yawns, next drawing says "where... am I?" Arrow pointing between two drawings: *thinking for a moment* On either side of a concerned Ranboo: OH NO Next drawing: *snoring noises* as Ranboo *touch*es the stomach walls Next drawing, "no"s surrounding Ranboo as he thinks "I don't want to be AWAKE for this--"

8th page words:

*Waking up noises* Techno: "Wh'h'ppen...?" Next drawing, a small "AH" coming from Ranboo as Techno *push*es down & says "Oh-- are you okay?" Next drawing, Ranboo says "...Wth do you think??" Next drawing, Ranboo is squeezed and cries out "wait-- wait-- I'm sorry" over and over again Next drawing, Techno's thought bubble says "Shit-" and he says "kid-- KID-- Relax, I'm getting you out!"

9th page words:

Ranboo is *plop*ed back into Techno's hands

10th page words:

"And then they became BEST FRIENDS" Above Ranboo and Techno it says "HUGS :D"

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bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses · 1 year

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Coming Back from the Diner

CW: Modern AU; Half Dead Guy; Blood; Cussing; Description of Wounds; Manipulation; Gaslighting; Callous Behavior (Ging); Reader is very much teetering on denial and dissociation; passive reader; No defined pronouns but AFAB reader is heavily implied towards the end; Reader is referenced as 'House Wife' Mentions of pregnancy; Established relationship; Reader is Gon’s stepparent; Ging is an actual present father in Gon's life

Summary: On your walk home from work, you find your boyfriend of two years, Ging, standing over the body of a- what you can only assume- dead man, covered in blood.

Word Count: 2,020

There was something to be said about how well you were taking this. You would have applauded yourself if your legs weren’t trembling so bad and the corners of your vision weren’t slowly fizzing out into a fuzzy tunnel vision that was slowly eating up your peripheral vision.

Ging (your lovely, awkward, brash, and shy boyfriend) stood staring at you with an even gaze. Someone lay at his feet, unmoving, blood pooling around their head and the sleeves of his well worn button up rolled up to his elbows, had flecks of blood on the off white fabric in random places. You gulped as your gaze followed the slight bulge of the vein that traveled down his forearm. You felt silly that you always felt surprised seeing how muscular he was- how defined his muscles were- his architect work was a serious workout. You had told him that once and he just grunted. Told you to be happy you had a cute boyfriend who naturally had a six pack.

You had smacked his shoulder for his cheeky attitude. He had just grunted again and claimed he was being ‘domestically abused’.

The further your eyes traveled down, the more red there was. His knuckles were dripping blood and you couldn’t tell if it was his or the person’s at his feet.

“Are- are you ok?” You had blurted out. You hadn’t meant to. It was the first thing that came to mind though- somewhere in your overheating mind a voice was telling you to check on Ging. Check on the man you were so madly in love with.

He blinked, head tilting before his eyes narrowed at you. “You serious?”

You don’t say anything. Your hands digging into the hem of your shirt and twisting the fabric.

“Holy shit,” he says it in a breathless laugh. “Holy shit. You’re serious.” He points with a bloody finger at the person- man- on the ground, “this guy is lying here and you’re asking me if I’m ok?”

Your throat tightens at the way he simply steps over the guy. Your eyebrows knit together. Why did he look so familiar? Fingers pinch your chin, guiding you to look at Ging’s eyes: they’re sharp and swirling with an emotion you can’t place. Whatever it is, it sends chills up your spine. “The hell is wrong with you?”

“I- you’re,” you suddenly can’t breathe, hand pulling at his wrist to look at his hand. “You’re hurt.”

He watches as you ghost your thumb over the splintered skin, the drying blood on his hand. You pull his hand down to naval level and start dabbing his hand with the (now wrinkled and untucked) hem of your shirt. It was staining the light blue fabric red. He titled his head again. “You love that shirt.”

The statement was more of an observation on his part rather than for you to give him an answer back, but nonetheless you whisper: “I love you more.”

His hands twitch in your hold.

Ging’s breath is suddenly right next to your ear and you shudder at the warmth of it on your clammy skin. “You love me? Despite that guy who’s drowning in a pool of his own blood?”

You freeze. That man isn’t dead? Your ears pick up on the soft, wet sound of wheezing. You refuse to look at him though. You lean your head forward against his shoulder. He was sturdy. Just like all the buildings he worked on. Your gaze remained glued to his hands, slowly rubbing the blood away until you saw patches of his sun kissed skin. Your eyes are watering and you feel your throat tighten but your words are clear in the quiet. “I love you.”

He pulls his hands away from you, cupping your face, once again, guiding you to look at him. This time, Ging’s features are more calculative- more observant and calm- than before. He tilts his own head back, looking down his nose at you, as he begins to turn your head this way and that. Soon enough a boyish grin was spreading across his face. “You weren’t lying. You are totally and irreversibly whipped for me.” His sticky palms ran down from your cheeks to rest at the junction of your neck. The corners of his eyes crinkled, pupils shrinking in a way that you knew he was about to be crude. “I could probably kill that guy now and you’d still be whipped for me.”

Your blood felt like ice. Ging’s hands suddenly molten against your prickling skin.

He seemed to soften. “Sorry.” He muttered. He was always so gruff with his apologies. “I won’t do that.” He glanced behind him. “I think he learned his lesson, anyway.”

“What did he do?”

“Hm? Him?” Ging jerked his thumb at the man from over his shoulder. Though one of his hands was still resting on you, it had traveled from your neck and was now loosely holding onto your shoulder. He scratched at his stubbled chin. He looked embarrassed. “Ah, shit.” There were little smears of blood on his chin now and you couldn’t help but reach a trembling hand up and try to wipe it away before it dried. He wrinkled his nose at the gesture but didn’t stop you, his cheeks heating up. “Aw, damn,” he suddenly blurted, “I was annoyed by this fucker.”

You blinked. “Why?”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t remember the guy that’s been hounding you for- what? A week? At the diner?”

You blinked once, twice- and then it hit you. Brad. Fuck. That guy’s name was Brad. He had been bothering you for a straight week. Coming into the diner that you worked at (Ging would pout about you still working there. Dropping blatant hints that he wanted you to quit, just become a stay at home mom for his little toddler, Gon. It was tempting. You loved that little bundle of joy, but you wanted to stick it out at least until they had someone to fill your position) harassing you, catcalling you, or just becoming aggressive and borderline violent when you didn’t give him the attention he craved.

You had told Ging about it a couple of times, nothing horrible just annoyances that stemmed from him. You insisted that you were fine, that you could handle it.

But last night, the steady stream of anxieties slipped out as you tended to Gon. Despite how much fun Gon was having with playing with your fingers, giggling and squealing as you tickled his round belly, you couldn’t shake the pit of dread that had formed in your gut. “I just- I don’t know, Ging- he’s getting bolder. It’s uncomfortable and my boss has gotten death threats from him for trying to stand up for me- I just-” you sighed, fingers going limp and a confused little Gon staring up at you. You had traced your fingertips over his soft, chubby cheek and he began to giggle again- “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want him coming after Gon- after you. I-”

Ging, who was sitting on the worn out love seat of your living room, was instantly crouching down next to you, squinting at you with that silent sort of judgment that he liked to carry around. He poked your forehead. “Quit whining. I’ll take care of it.”

“Whining?” You repeated, annoyed, “I was just venting to you-”

Him pressing his lips to yours ended the scolding there. The tension in your shoulders left you as you became boneless against him. The two of you pulled apart easily, staring into one another’s eyes. “I’ll take care of it.” He repeated, voice soft, one of his calloused hands came to cup your cheek. Your eyelashes had fluttered as you pressed against the hand. Though, it wasn’t long before a small whine caught your attention. A little Gon staring up at you with round eyes, pouting.

The anxiety had completely washed away by the time you wrapped your arms around him, leaning your whole weight against Ging while he grumbled as he wrapped his arms around the two of you. He yelled, "Hey!” when Gon had pushed his face away, pressing a plump cheek against yours, to which the toddler started giggling.

The warm feelings left as Ging lightly flicks your forehead. “You remember now?”

You nod, fingers shake as you rub the (lightly) abused spot. “What-” you clear your throat, your jaw feeling numb. “What’re we gonna do with him?” The realization that there was a half dead man out in the middle of a back alley on your way home from the diner was settling heavy on your shoulders. If it weren’t for the annoyed grunt that Ging had let out when he brushed his thumb over his torn knuckles, you probably wouldn’t have noticed them at all.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. He shrugged and brushed past you, “nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

You were stunned. By the time you had gathered your barings, Ging was already rounding the corner of the brick wall. “Ging! What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

“I mean what I mean,” he shoved his hands into his pockets, taking long strides. “Someone will find him in the morning, dead or not- not like people don’t get beat up ‘round here all the time-” he spun on his heel to jab a finger into your chest- “that’s why I don’t want you walking around anymore at night-”

“But I have a job-”

“Not anymore.” He said, that easy grin cracking across his face as he steps back into your personal space, once again, noses brushing against one another. “You are going to call in and quit tomorrow and then-” he rests his hands on your hips, pressing the two of you impossibly closer- “you’re gonna take care of our little rugrat while I go out and work on some things and then I’ll be back-” his hands were scorching hot, seemingly searing into your flesh- “and I’ll put a kid in you, and you’ll be my perfect little housewife.”

“Ging, you can’t just-”

He presses a finger against your lips, that strange emotion swirling in his bright eyes again. “Nuh-uh.” He took a deep breath before continuing, voice low and rumbling somewhere deep in his chest, “the world is a scary place. You wanna know where I caught that guy?” He leaned against you, lips brushing your ear, “I found him, with a knife, waiting outside the diner. I wonder who he could have possibly been waiting for.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, limbs shaking even harder. Your fingers felt numb as you dug them into his shirt.

“Yeah. Pretty nerve wracking, huh?” He began to sway the two of you, him making that strange little humming noise he made when he was giddy about something. “But you wouldn’t have to worry about any of that at home. You’d have me and Gon. Mito could keep you company if you get that lonely, you know? Though, I know how much you love that little kid. And he loves you too. So just stay at home for him, ok?”

You could barely form the words, “ok.”

He hummed, happy as he pulled you along, chattering about his day as if his hands weren’t still sticky and hot from the blood of a man he practically beat to death. And yet, you held onto the hand that held yours with all the strength you could muster as you followed him on your bambi legs, the numb part of your brain thinking about how excited you were to see your little boy, Gon, when you got home.

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alliumbugs · 4 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Generation Loss (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Charlie | Slimecicle & Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), Hetch & Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss) Characters: Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Hetch (Generation Loss), Charlie | Slimecicle (Generation Loss) Additional Tags: Wing AU, GenLoss AU, Winged Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), winged charlie slimecicle, winged hetch, Intersex Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Disabled Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), how to fail at ship jumping, <- kinda. but also, How To Fail At Ship Jumping AU, Hurt/Comfort, internalized ableism Series: Part 6 of One Shots! Summary:

Title from Grow Up And Blow Away by Metric

Ranboo’s head swivelled up to have a look at who had spoken up, it was a blond kid who had braces, their wings being golden and looking like rooster wings, some sort of poultry then their mind supplied.

“My name is Tommy, he/him! You can call me the biggest man if you’d prefer,” The kid-Tommy ,supplied Ranboo’s mind, with his wings opening as if they were the most powerful for flight ever, and not some useless wings unable to be flown with. “What's your name?” ---

Or: Jump ship wing au fic where Ranboo is upset and Tommy comes to make them feel better, alliumduo fluff baby!!!!!

@how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au

#the catfish draws #wooo new fic!!!!#i really hope you like it :3 #too lazy to do all the tags lol #please reblog maybies :3

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socksboxsketches · 2 years

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Text for the convo with the blue doodle: (talking about a c list movie)

Edit: added some more!

#FUCK #almost forgot to post something sharp pic for the day of lesbians #ironic #literally reblogged something about this and this went blank for the rest the day #anywho #got some fluff i did of them!#sth fanart #sth #whisangle #idw sonic #tangle idw #whisper idw #whisper the wolf #tangle the lemur #happy lesbian day #wooo #man my minds been glitching

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enjomo-arch · 9 months

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IMPORTANT PORTRAYAL NOTES

i won't lie. my portrayal is different than what you would expect from what the sources from which ace is from. manga / anime comes and what happens to it pre - timeskip and post time-skip. while i have important details listed in my pinned's meta masterlist and also in my carrd, i talk about it i know that some facts can be overlooked ( which is no problem ) so i seen other blogs do things like these, and i find it helpful to list a pill of the canon's blog in shorter version for easy understanding of what to expect on my blog. what's listed is my personal analysis, changes and what is incorporated in replies within the one piece world. triggering content ahead so be warned. any character mention does not have to apply to the muse that you play. you don't have to as a writer acknowledge these things / we can come to terms or i don't mind going canon vanilla if you don't wish to acknowledge these portrayal infos. i don't mind worldbuilding facts along with other people as well and in fact, it'd be happy to do so. for more info click the links under certain sentences ! or head to my study directory in my pinned.

001. rouge didn't die right after ace was born. i don't like that fact, i don't like it when people speculate that ace was over a year old before he left his mother's belly. that's just supernatural to me. there's nothing said that rouge was anything but normal. and the risk of death for a child who is longer in his mother's body than 40 weeks rises really high. ace would have died if rouge had kept him longer than a month over the estimated birth peroid. while i understand that she wanted to defend him with this was never said to be risky, it is. rouge held ace in her womb for 2 week more before his birth. that was enough time for garp to secretly transport her to a safe place on one of the islands on the south blue. she gave birth to ace and raised him for 3 more years before her health began to deteriorate. before her death, she entrusted ace to garp.

002. ace was 13 by the time he met luffy. the reason for the outstretched timeline is to fit the fact listed above. ace was raised first by rouge before he even got to foosha village. ace is older and it is also the reason of my canon being tied to the canon with another's person's muse ( law ). he was more destructive to himself than he was to sabo or luffy. when yes, he was indeed a bitter child after growing up to understand what happened to him, why he is here and why the world stands closed to him with a wall, he didn't blame anyone but himself for it and his grief, anger wasn't taken out as much on luffy as he was taking it on himself.

003. your muse has obviously no prior knowledge of his past. all that is known is that ace is a pirate, his name is portgas d. ace and his alias is fire fist ace. since forever his identity has been hidden by him at the cost of everything. the first person to ever know who ace is, who his biological family is, is sabo and then deuce. the fact that ace is roger's son didn't come to light ( for the public ) until ace was thrown in jail and then sentenced to death which he avoided. only whitebeard and certain members of the crew ( marco, izou ) knew about who he really was. his priority was and still is to talk as little as possible about himself, where he comes from and the only parental figure he adheres to is whitebeard. ace considers him his only father, because he has no memory of roger. he doesn't hate his biological father to the point of disrespect. he just thinks he owns him nothing.

004. ace is a hunter and gambler first and pirate second. living for a really long time in a forest that was like a real jungle. filled with predators, snakes, crocodiles. everything you can imagine, ace fought to survive, ace hunted to be able to bring meat back to dadan to be able to feed, to be useful in what he does. he has incredibly sharp instincts. he has insane tracking abilities, knows how to hunt and follows his own hunting code. he doesn't harm the first better animals, he's not cruel to them. ace in fact connects very much with animals, and they resonate with him just as much. his gambling addiction began in his early teens when he played to win money with adults in the gray terminal, in taverns placed within the goa kingdom to earn his and sabo's common goal. he would steal from people, pirates. but the card game was becoming something he was really good at. his addiction can be cruel, and ace is really serious when it comes to gambling.

005. post - timeskip when ace underwent rehabilitation from the damage he sustained after the war over marineford he learned to use haki. like luffy and his crew ace spent his days training, improving his own health and mentality. his haki empowered ability of the mera mera no mi he mastered is called ' the fudo myoo ' in short, a god of fire. much like luffy's gears, ace extended the power of mera mera no mi thanks to his hard training. the fruit's awakening ability is called the demon inferno, allowing ace to create fire-like creatures that are independent but controlled by ace and his flames. are a living part of him and have inherited behaviors and abilities ( eg. agility, speed, strength, combat ability ) that ace observed in animals during his life as a hunter / during his voyages and adventures over the seas.

006. ace has narcolepsy. which is basically a sleeping disease. he finds it hard to stay awake for long periods of time which causes him to fall asleep suddenly and randomly. he sometimes experiences muscle tone which is basically caused by strong emotions such as anger, sadness and excitement but most of the times laughter is the strongest case. there's no cure to this disease and since ace doesn't really have medication for this to at least keep the symptoms in check it appears pretty frequently in his case. most of the times ace falls asleep while eating because, when the meal is rich in carbohydrates and protein which are essential to build up strength he gets an uptake of tryptophan from the protein and then an increase of serotonin. eating also causes blood sugar levels to rise, which can lead to a decrease in energy and the more he feels tired the easier it is for his narcolepsy to trigger suddenly.

007. ace is depressed. maybe he doesn't look like that at first glance. when someone meets him ace seems to be an incredibly kind, carefree and confident person. and yes, he is exactly like that. however, ace also has some problems with his mentality that were born when he was a child left behind within the walls of the goa kingdom. he also struggles with a lot of insecurity when it comes to his relationship, self-worth and survival trauma after the war. ace post- timeskip doesn't resemble himself in some aspects that happened before the war. it changed him, the way he had to live changed him. what happened between luffy and him changed his perspective about a few things, about his will to live. he wants to live, he finally understood that he doesn't want to die. he wants to live, even if it is a sin. even if his existence is hell on earth, he wants to live because luffy proved to him that despite who ace thinks he is, there are people who love and loved him.

008. ace is indifferent heat or high temperatures. they are completely indifferent to him, and he would most likely feel a change in temperature only if something were hotter than his orange flames. ( these flames reach around 1,100°c to 1,200°c / 2,000º f to 2,200º f. ) otherwise ace does not feel a change in climate, temperature-wise would be logical considering when he was moving through the deserts in alabasta his clothing was completely black. as is well known, black or dark colours attracts heat and sunlight but it made absolutely no impression on him even when he spent hours in the bare sun in the middle of the desert.

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