please please please let me get what i want as meronia, but near is the smiths version, quietly and bittersweetly yearning, and mello is the deftones version, internally brewing and raging
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Being a One Piece multi-shipper is honestly bliss : I get to enjoy all the great content the fandom has to offer^^.
My favourite dynamic is top!Luffy x Zoro/Sanji/Law
With Zoro, it is about being soulmates. It is the fact that Zoro is the closest to Luffy's mindset, regarding what it means to pursue a dream. The deep captain-and-firstmate bond, the wordless understanding.
With Sanji, it is about self-worth. What it means to be free, to be yourself, how brave it is to follow your own morals. Found family, found home.
With Law, it is about vengeance, and how to live afterwards. How to rebuild yourself, how to give your life meaning. How to re-create bonds with others, after having not lived, but survived to obtain revenge.
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Talking to the person who got us into PJo all those years ago and it's like :
"the actors are all so Perfectly casted"
*I am so grateful for you.*
"the scene where walker does *x* is amazing"
*I'm so glad we reconnected.*
"ANNABETH'S ACTRESS PLAYS HER PERFECTLY"
*I've missed you and I love you so much.*
-Marlo
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Whump Drabble #1: The Reality, Of the Situation
warnings: captivity whump, broken defiant whumpee, implied torture, blindfolds, begging, rescue arc
A slow, metallic groan reached Whumpee’s ears as the door to their cell was eased open. They had been thinking about how to do this all night—or at least since Whumper had last left them, blindfolded and barely alive. Even after all that time, however, Whumpee supposed there really was no correct way to do this. To finally give in to months of torment, to be reduced to… whatever this was.
“Please,” Whumpee stammered, their chains rattling as they recoiled from the person’s footsteps. “Please, I-I’ll give you what you want, just please don’t—”
Whumpee’s pleas fell on deaf ears, and the footsteps only grew closer. Their face burned with shame, more than they ever imagined they would feel, but they forced the words out anyway. “St-Stop, stop, please—” Whumpee cried, their blindfold growing wet with tears. They had nothing left to loose. "Don't come any closer!"
The person stopped.
"Mercy." Whumpee's beg broke into a hard, painful sob. "Please, please..
They had prepared themselves for the worst. They had anticipated Whumper to laugh at their groveling, to kick them in the ribs and drag them through another session of torture.
They were all but prepared, however, to hear the voice of their dearest.
"Whumpee?" Caretaker whispered, as if they doubted the identity of the broken person before them.
Whumpee's mouth slammed shut. It couldn't be real. They weren't being rescued, no, the last hope of rescue had diminished long ago.
"Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god."
Before they knew it, arms were wrapping around them, and Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's shoulder. "You're real," they recited, over and over, as if to confirm to themselves.
The two stayed like that, weeping into the other's shoulder, for a long time. It had been so long since Whumpee had felt the touch of another, since they had truly melted into the presence of their loved one. Their days here were over.
"You're going home, Whumpee." Caretaker sniffled. "You're going home."
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