#their fights are so in sync it looks like they're dancing

[jamesisasimp]

Finally a 9×16 kazper edits for my loves, enjoy

Also inspired by @sleepyoceaneyes the Durast chronicles on A03 ♡

#their fights are so in sync it looks like they're dancing #also for those of you that asked #no none of my edits are on youtube (sadly) or any other platform tumblr is the only place you can find them #kazper #kaz x jesper #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #six of crows

[baileybeez]

My Top Ten Favorite Bumbleby Moments (My Opinion Obviously)

10. All Fight Scenes

I know I'm technically cheating on this one but whenever these two fight, I know I'm in for a good time. And all of them have been superb. These two are in sync without even communicating with each other. They know each other's abilities and know how to work together well in combat.

9. We're Protecting Each Other

This was a 'you had to be there' moment. It was insane. Even knowing these two would eventually confront Adam, the way they did it blew my mind. I loved seeing these two stand up together to confront Adam and become each other's strength's. They had each other's backs in this moment and were going to do it together.

8. We Were There For Each Other

This moment lived in my head rent free for months after the episode came out. They held hands before this to comfort each other during stressful times. Like Blake reaching out to apologize to Yang when she lost her arm and Blake reaching out when Yang's hand started to shake because of Adam. But this time, Yang reached for Blake in a moment of peace. After everything that happened, she forgave Blake and accepted her after everything they went through together. And all she wanted to do was just hold her hand again.

7. Volume 8 Reunion

The amount of gushing I and many others did during this moment was crazy. We were starved for Bumbleby interactions in Volume 8, especially after Volume 7 did so many with them both. After 24 hours of craziness, the two are at peace once again. Blake at first is worried since they did separate missions Yang might be mad that they didn't work together. But all Yang did to reassure her was smile and the two touched foreheads and later embraced each other. It was such a sweet moment.

6. Date Night

Volume 7 had so many good little bee moments that were adorable and I'm a sucker for fluff. Blake getting her new hair and Yang struggling to compliment it, the selfie, Blake falling asleep on Yang's lap with Yang holding her etc. But the two going to a club and off handedly mentioning they're gonna ignore Team FNKI just to have their own fun. You two can just call it a date, we won't judge lol. With Yang trying to teach Blake how to dance and Blake struggling to learn while laughing. I love how whenever Yang cracks a joke, she looks at Blake because she wants to make sure she see's Blake laughing. Not to mention Nora's comments later in the episode.

"Blake and Yang are off doing they're own thing again."

"Friends huh? Just friends?"

"Two people who have gone through that much? I think there's more going on."

And I will forever be mad RT didn't show us them at their date.

5. The Burning Candle

Ya'll this was the spark that ignited the ship. Not only is the Burning Candle just a great episode but it's an amazing moment for Blake and Yang. We get to see these two open up and communicate their wants and desires. With Yang telling Blake about her past and trying to help Blake so she doesn't push herself too far. And then of course at the end Yang gives her that wink and says 'I'll save you a dance'. Then we later see the two dancing. It was also the first time we saw Blake laughing and happy and it was all because of Yang. Yang who just asked for a dance in return for helping Blake and opening up about her past. I was sold on this ship when this episode came out.

4. How Disarming ~

The gay in my brain would not stop buzzing at this moment. It's amazing seeing how much Blake was the one openly flirting and initiating playful touch. There's a great post by @wixhing0nastar going over Blake's body language throughout the volumes. How a lot of the times Blake is more closed off in her posture, like how she holds herself. But here, she's leaning into to Yang's space and just playfully nudging her. She's not holding back. Also I swear I could hear Blake purr when she said 'How disarming'. Like my breath got caught in my throat. And then when Weiss said 'About time'. I knew this volume had to be the one where they finally get together.

3. Volume 9 Reunion

This is my favorite reunion of Bumbleby. Especially since we had to wait for so long for these two to be reunited. Blake was distraught last volume as she failed to save Yang and thought Yang died in front of her. Yang who had always been there to help her and fight by her side. And the first thing Blake does when she gets a free chance is to tackle hug Yang and hug her tightly. Softly whispering Yang in both disbelief and joy. And Yang simply holds her to reassure her like she did in Volume 8. Honestly, if Weiss and Ruby weren't there they would have probably stayed like that for hours lol.

2. I'm Not Gonna Break My Promise

This used to be my favorite Bumbleby moment of all time and for good reason. Blake and Yang had killed Adam. The first thing Blake does is weep and fall to her knees. She's gone through so much and much of it had to do with him. Her torment of him is over and the person she once knew was dead. And Yang wordlessly just holds her and lets Blake cry. Blake finally gets out that she won't break her promise and swears it. Earlier Adam had mockingly told Yang that Blake made a promise to him once and that she didn't follow through with it. And even earlier in the volume Blake had promised to be there if they faced him. Yang has seen Blake stood by her words with her actions. And just reassures Blake she knows Blake won't break her promise. No more words are exchanged as the two just hold each other and Blake just cries more.

The Confession and Kiss

Was anyone really surprised? I know I wasn't. I loved the number 2 moment on my list so much. But I knew as soon as we got the confession and kiss scene it would more than likely take my top spot. It was all a matter of how it was executed and it was done spectacularly. There's many essays and write ups on why this scene was so good so I apologize if I don't add much to the conversation.

But Blake and Yang are stuck in a punderstorm and are trying to figure out how to get out. With them eventually figuring out they need to say things about each other they've never said before. At this point the two have only really said cute things to each other and then Blake comes out with.

'I think....you're an extraordinary person.'

Honest to god I was already getting emotional from just that as Blake goes in some more. Talking about how Yang does what she says, she brightens others around her and is always brave even when she's scared. The looks and the song Worthy playing in the background only add to how monumental this moment was for me. With Yang talking about how she liked how Blake wasn't intimidated by her even back when they didn't get along. She also talks about how Blake doesn't give up on people even when other people hurt her and she never gives up because she knows what matters to her. Blake has tried to help others and has sometimes failed but she has tried to push through despite labeling herself as a coward. But Yang see's a person always trying to do what's best for the people she loves.

Then we get this moment.

These are my favorite expressions of the whole scene. It's so wholesome, pure and full of love in every detail. At this point the two know what needs to be said but Yang is at first hesitant and the bridge between them widens. Blake asks if Yang thought of something then didn't say it and Yang is so bashful as she is realizing she needs to say those three words. But Yang is scared, she compares it to a cliff and if she goes through with it she'll fall. I've always headcannoed that Yang's greatest fear is letting those she loves down. And that ties into how she fell at Beacon and fell in Volume 8. It can also tie to her with the aftermath of Mercury and feeling she let her team down. She's scared she won't be good enough and will lose it all. It also similarly ties into her abandonment issues.

But Blake points out, they're already falling. Their emotions aren't going to go away just because they're scared. They're already worried for each other when they're fighting to save the world and two thought they were dead last volume. With Blake thinking Yang died and she failed to save her. So Blake encourages Yang gently by telling her to say it.

And after a heavy sigh, Yang confesses with Blake jumping in before she can finish as the two say I love you. The bridge that separated them is gone and they're together. They look at each other with blushing cheeks with Worthy playing in the background. They pull into each other, Blake slowly smiling as they get closer and kiss each other. White lilies sprout from under them as the while lily symbolizes rebirth and rejuvenation of the soul. The flowers are also used at weddings and can also mean purity. It's such a perfect flower to fit this perfect this scene.

And there you have it, my top ten Bumbleby moments. There were lots of moments to choose from and so many of the ones I love unfortunately didn't make it on this list. So here are some honorable mentions down below.

#bumbleby #rwby #sapphic #rwby bumbleby #rwby volume 9 #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #blake x yang #greenlight volume 10 #THIS IS ALL MY OPINION

[multieverlast]

enemies to lovers prompts

free to use!!

"oh wow, you look great today!" *stares at them for a minute* "wish i could say the same."

"oh you just know everything, don't you?!" "yes! why do you think we fight constantly?"

character a and b ending up in a forced proximity; could be a dance floor, a closet... you name it. when they're awfully close, character a pulls a face of disgust. "seriously (character name) if you get one step closer i'll-" "you'll what?" *proceeds to threaten them while character b just looks at them with whipped eyes*

character a and b trying their best to stay out of each other's ways, yet always ending up in the same places. sounds like fate to me :)

both of them having annoying nicknames for one another.

"i'm sick of playing this game with you." "what game?" "the game where we pretend we don't like each other."

character b teasing a after they found out they went on a date, but are internally pissed about. "ouch, that date didn't seem to last long, i wonder why?" "clearly because it wasn't a date." "i'm glad to hear that." "what?!" "nothing!" *runs away before they get another word out*

"i don't hate you, i never did." "stop saying that!"

both dancing with someone else while they look at each other from afar (BROOOOO THIS ALWAYS HITS NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES ITS DONE!!!!!!!)

character a and b both known for being extremely brave and never backing out of a dare, until character c dares them to kiss...

character c: "you guys act like an old married couple." character a and b in sync: "WE ARE NOT A COUPLE."

fighting over the smallest things, that it becomes hilarious at how ridiculous they act.

character a in desperate need of a hug after something terrible happening, and only character b is involved. "this doesn't mean anything." "of course not." while they squeeze each other tighter :'))

"you're lying." "i'm lying? what?" "you like me."

character a and b being enemies from the day they met, zero attraction between them... until one of them has a sex dream about the other :0

going on a trip with their friends and they fight over the window seat

character a going off to character c how they don't like them. "yeah no they're just so-" *character b walking by and winking at them* "you were saying?" *character a losing their train of thoughts*

character b always mocking a for their taste in people they date because secretly they are bitter!!

"holy shit, you like [them]!" "what? that's ridiculous!" "you're not even saying no, oh this is fun..."

character a and b forced to share a bed and fighting for the comforters, tugging back and forth until one decides to give up.

#writing #writing ideas #writing prompt #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #prompts #enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers prompts

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I rant and rave about DiscoPunk performing and making albums and voguing together - but let the record show,

DiscoPunk goes fucking NUTS on Dance Dance Revolution

Pavitr and Gayatri are casuals that have a go on it at the arcade during their date nights 😊

For Miles and Gwen, it's a cute way to bond and tease each other, getting to know each other better and tripping over their collective four left-feet (You'd think Gwen would have the rhythm considering she's a dancer AND a drummer - but fam, Ballet is NOT the same as DDR)

But to DiscoPunk, this shit is NOT a game. To them DDR is a goddamn lifestyle.

Keep them away from that arcade cabinet because by God, they're here to wreck that shit. Bout to shake the whole place with it.

They're DDR Champions.

And that's ON TOP of Hobie's numerous Pac-Mac Champion wins, and his Space Invaders High-Score at the top of the credits list.

If you ever see the initials 'DSC0PNK' on a DRR machine? THAT'S THEM.

They play on EXPERT. They're not half-assing it. They're doing the arm motions and all

They're the couple that dance facing away from the screen, just to stunt on everyone there.

The ones that hop and switch dancepads with each other mid-song for fun.

Hobie's in his big-ass boots meanwhile Diane has on flip-flops. Neither are proper footwear for the intense athleticism they are engaging in. They do not care.

They only way they get away with it is telling Miguel they're 'Training'.

Of course Miguel knew that had to be a crock of bullshit. One afternoon that use that excuse.

Miguel lets them off the hook, but as soon as they leave, he asks Lyla - "They're making out or something, aren't they?"

And Lyla has to be the one to tell him. '....No, they're actually 'training'...'

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "For some reason, I'm not sure I believe you."

Lyla sighs. She pulls up the surveillance footage on Miguel's screen to show him that no, they are not making out, they're just hogging the fucking arcade machine in some Camden arcade going fucking nuts on a Dance Dance Revolution machine.

Miguel takes one look at them and thinks 'Fucking Boomers'

They take it so seriously. TOO seriously.

They'll fist-fight with any couple and even THINKS about clearing their high-score. Seriously, they're about to brawl with Felicia and Flash Thompson of Earth-1294 cause they topped their record-breaking High Score on Aqua's 'Barbie Girl'

- and now Diane and Hobie are training to beat their high score in Smile.dk's 'Butterfly'.

That's their together time.

Hobie can't dance for the fucking life of him but he CAN hit every single arrow on that screen eyes closed. And Diane has never touched a video game in her life - not even Tetris - but this ISN'T a game it's a COMPETITION goddamnit.

They just love being completely in synced with each other, they have full conversations while playing levels.

Hobie even learned how to hack it, so he could upload all kinda songs to the thing.

And when they play AGAINST each other, EVEN BETTER.

Jesus Christ almighty. The TRASH TALK.

Swinging limbs are each other to throw them off, sticking out their hands to cover the other one's screen.

DEATH GLARING at each other because yes Diane loves Hobie but she's not about to let him embarrass her up on this arcade, are you kidding me???

She's like "Think you can keep up with me, toothpicks?" (He has toothpicks for legs 😭😐)

"Who'd of thought the 'Disco Diva' would be 200 points behind, yeah?"

Do you understand? Do you see it???

DISCOPUNK Dance Dance Revolution

Miles and Gwen staring at them like 'Why are they so cute at everything!!!!! Why do our friends keep out-cute-ing us!!!'

Meanwhile Pavitr and Gayatri are secretly planning to take their title.

For three weeks straight, all you'll hear is Hobie and Diane yelling about the mysterious 'GP4E' duo that took down their score.

Little do they know that stands for 'Gayatri + Pavi 4Ever' (Pavi's idea, of course)

Now.. They must train.

There's an anomaly in 234? Who the hell cares!!! The arcade machine just got Cascada 'Everytime We Touch'!!!! THEY'RE BUSY!!!!!

#I LOVE DDR ARE SO MUCH #The music is still SO GOOD #Anonymous Italian Electro-Pop DJs from the 1980's.. I love you #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #hobie x oc #hobie brown x oc #discopunk #disco spider #DiscoSpider

[penelopwgarcia]

I said this once I'll say once again the more I think about episode 4 of wednesday the better it gets

like we see her disdain the dance and ball and etc in many scenes but she finches when she got to tell tyler she was going with xavier (while she still isn't into it at all) then we saw thing pointing at the dress and we see she like it too but didn't bother to buy it because ugh dressing up for xavier ew

then everything blows up and she plans to go look for clues in a mysterious bloody cave in the middle of the night aka one of her favourite things to do - UNTIL Tyler showed up at her door and we see her fighting inside because omg thing how could you do this to me I should have bought that damn dress oh you steal it ok nevermind I have no excuse to not go

then there's wednesday addams dressing up and wearing make up and styling her hair differently for That Stupid Ball She Didn't Want To Attend

and when thing could not get better she finds out what tyler did with xavier and IS SO CLEAR SHE FANCIED HIM EVEN MORE and she admits she would've done worst and he tells her he knew there's a reason to like her - and the next fucking scene is the dance. She was focusing his eyes on him all the time. He tried to sync with her moves but was so amazed as mesmerised by her he couldn't stop smiling. That part where they sync and he's with that smirk? Filthiest thing I've watched on a teen show.

And then she takes a break and have that talk with bianca - in which wednesday admits she wanted to care about people's feelings more sometimes, switch for the next scene in which physical is blasting and they're surrounded by people and you can see she's unsure for the first time while he's so confident with that stupid smirk looking at her lips. She was pondering about kissing him in front of everyone she really was pondering doing the one thing she finds disgusting in her parents because she was falling so hard for him jesus

if Wednesday had a crush before the Rave'N (which I think is true cause her whole behaviour etc) after that she was falling so hard girlie was head over heels she had lost the plot completely

#wednesday addams #tyler galpin #weyler #wyler #wednesday 2022 #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday

[crappyaerdn]

I'll Lead You.

Character involved: Luffy

Note: Female reader, second person POV and later becomes third person POV

Warning: None

You switched and danced with many men, after all this was how this dance circle worked. Dance and switch and repeat. People danced in sync, moving around in a circle as they do. But the middle mostly remained empty. The middle of the dance floor was usually reserved for when a couple planned to dance to a song with their partner until it finished, finally changing partner once the song change anew.

You changed partners again, smiling and nodding at your previous partner as you moved to grab another pair of hands. But this one, you instantly realized, was shorter and too inexperienced in dancing. His foot stepped on yours, his hold was wrong and his other hand clumsily on your hip. You looked at him and noticed he wasn't even in proper attire. There stood a boy no less than 20 wearing a straw hat and donning the biggest grin ever.

"I dunno what's going on but everyone's happy and dancing so I wanna join!" He said as he stepped on your foot again, barely keeping his balance right. You sighed, but a smile was on your lips. Your hand that was originally on his upper arm moved to guide his hand to place it on your upper arm, while you placed yours on his shoulder blade. "It's your first time dancing like this, right?"

He nodded with a huge grin, watching you adjusting his grasp on your hand. "I'll lead and you follow. What do you say about making this the best dance everyone's ever seen?" You said as you looked into his eyes. It's been too long since you've lead someone inexperienced, but that's your best forte anyway. He shrugged, "Sure!"

The moment you moved from merely swaying, he was starting to step on your foot less and soon stopped. The nervous gripping of his hand relaxed and the hand resting on your upper arm wasn't tensed anymore. From there you began with simple footwork. It was a little hard to do with how far he was being, but your plan was to bring him in little by little by easing him into the dance.

Maybe because he was shorter than and occasionally looking at where your feet goes, but this boy was easier to lead than the men you've had the pleasure of leading. You smiled larger, relishing on the joy of leading and the fluidity of how this boy managed to follow your every step.

Luffy wasn't one to dance, he knew he's bad at it. But when he saw the amount of people moving in sync and dancing so beautifully, he wanted to join in. But the people didn't look at him, only looking at their partners and never elsewhere. Until this lady roped him in.

He wasn't even sure if the lady realized, but he wasn't one to complain. When she took his hand in his and laid a gentle hand on his arm, he copied what other people did. The lady looked at him surprised, but he grinned at her. He was happy that he got the chance to even dance at all.

The lady said something about leading and him following, but he didn't understand. Maybe he was too happy, because he barely registered the change in his hold and the hand that wasn't on her hip anymore. He simply followed, letting her move him however she wanted.

"They're changing partners, what do you want to do, boy?" The lady asked and he brought his gaze up to her. He quickly shook his head, feeling a little sad. "I still wanna dance with you!" He protested as a pout made its way onto his lips. The lady nodded with an understanding smile. He was happy again, and this time he noticed the change in movements. She was taking long and quick steps, swaying and avoiding dancing couples with ease and grace until they emerged to an opening.

Light shone brightly at them the second they stepped into the opening and if it wasn't for the assuring squeeze of the lady's hand, Luffy would've went on a flight or fight mode. "We're at the center, and when it's the center, you have to show off." The lady spoke. "Will you follow me?"

Luffy eagerly nodded and immediately after, the lady dipped down with a hand securely at his back. Adrenaline ran through his veins the second it happened as he laughed heartily, the lady bringing him back up and dancing once more with a smile of her own. Her steps were large and unrestrained, different from when they were in the crowd and somehow it felt easier for him to follow her moves now that he didn't have to worry about hitting other dancers.

The audience on the second floor watched them with a special kind of attraction. It was clear to them that the boy has little experience in dancing, but by how the lady swerved him this way and that and even dipped her partner and doing routines, they simply had to overlook it. This couple was a strange mix of expertise and naivety but it blended well with each other. The second they were on the dance floor they already had cameras up for pictures. After all, no couples were daring enough to dance in the spotlight with someone they don't know that well.

The song came to an end and so did Luffy and the lady. She released him gently from her hold and took a few steps back to bow. Luffy followed suit, influenced in a way that if she were to do something, he might just do the same thing too. So when she went back to the crowd, he did too. Except instead of finding another partner, he went back to his waiting crew, giddily laughing on the way.

#one piece #luffy #anime #maybe a #luffy x reader #not sure #oneshot #prompt

[adamsrcnan]

What are some of your Pynch headcanons?

Hello !!! Firstly i'd like to apologise for taking time to respond to this but i wanted to make sure it wasn't a rushed response. But alas here are some of my pynch headcanons...

• Adam ABSOLUTELY has freckles and Ronan loves to count them (this is my number 1 headcanon and the highest of hills i will die on)

• Adam takes naps and Ronan always covers him with a blanket (it's something he used to do when he'd sleep in Adam's apartment and leave in the early hours before Adam was up himself - of course neither of them would mention it back then)

• Adam listens to Ronan's shitty edm when he's studying and misses him

• Ronan is the little spoon

• Ronan always gives Adam a little bit more food whenever they eat. If they go out he always orders extra for him. He thinks Adam doesn't notice but he does and he loves Ronan more for it

• Ronan likes the sound of Adam's voice when he's reading. Again this comes from when he would sleep in Adam's apartment and Adam would insist on studying out loud regardless of if Ronan was there or not (not that he was complaining) and Ronan would spend many nights drifting off to the sound of Adam's voice

• Because of this Adam once caught Ronan sitting outside Opal's room listening to him read to her one night and dragged him in every evening since

• They are Always touching. Pinkies interlocked, shoulders pressed together, ankles interlocked, heads resting on shoulders, legs resting over laps...

• Ronan totally does that overprotective on the sidewalk thing where he puts himself between Adam and anything or anyone who may be a danger

• Ronan's heart is never not skipping a beat when he see's Chainsaw land on Adam's shoulder or his arm

• Ronan has a dreamed record player that plays whatever a person wants and him and adam like to slow dance in the living room both of them stumbling over each others feet but smiling and laughing the whole time

• They're so in sync and in tune with each other they can communicate with a single look across a room

• Ronan purposely slips his hoodies into Adam's bags every time he packs for college bc he knows Adam loves how soft they are and he loves the idea of Adam walking around in his clothes

• Adam lets ronan play with his hands when he's a little anxious like that scene in trb where Gansey mused that Ronan would pick at Adam's scabs if he let him

• They still mess about a lot together, skinny dipping in hidden lakes, mud fights on the farm, donuts in the mud in ronan's beemer, water fights on hot summer afternoons...

• Adam is the biggest tease on the planet i mean that "don't kill anyone" whispered in ronan's ear just proves my point

• They're that kinda couple that no matter how bad they're fighting they're always ending up in the same bed at night - dreaming be dammed. (Ronan will make a fuss be over dramatic and say he's sleeping in the barn or on the couch but he's always crawling under adam's arms after a few hours)

I could probably go on but i'll leave it here for now. Maybe one day i'll make one of my infamous long lists of pynch headcanons

#asks #adam parrish #ronan lynch #pynch #trc

[likegemstone]

I have been in a really good groove with creating lately, and just with like "working" in general. In the past, creating has often involved a massive and constant mental wrestling match against myself—second guessing every decision, fighting through constant discouragement, rarely if ever feeling confident in what I'm working on, etc. Just all this emotional/mental exertion on top of the regular emotional/mental exertion that goes into making art.

But lately I have felt really in sync with myself—we're dancing instead of wrestling. I've been brave enough to try out new things that I've never done before (which is REALLY hard for me, like REALLY hard), and been able to notice and accept the areas of my work that I can see need improvement without beating myself up bc they aren't "good enough" yet. It has been really nice, and has shown me that, when I can care for and take responsibility for myself properly (which I now have the skills and tools to do thanks to a lot of inner work and also therapy), I can learn, grow, and improve pretty steadily, and without all the agony of that fucking exhausting wrestling match.

However.

I made a post recently about how I want to draw Daivad getting his ass kicked (and also kicking ass), right? That is in great part due to the fact that I was, at the time, rereading Kengan Asura/Kengan Omega (which is an MMA manga) and I was Very Inspired. And I still am. I've been gathering reference and inspo ever since then. And today I ran out of Haikyuu!! to watch so I was like okay now is the time—I want to draw some sick action scenes with Daivad.

But then. Here comes the anxiety. The overwhelm. The "there's no way you can pull off some sick action scenes—you can barely place characters in a scene and make it look legit, you want to try to do multiple characters interacting in a scene in extreme and dynamic poses?? no shot. and once you try and inevitably fail then you're going to be discouraged and start beating yourself up again and you'll ruin this momentum we've got going on."

So, this post is going to be me using those tools and skills I have now to work through this. Because I know I can. I've done it before.

First skill I'm going to be using: recognizing what exactly is triggering this anxiety, and figuring out a plan to care for the Part of me that's triggered. I want to ensure I'm making my decisions from Core, not from a triggered Part, and I also want to ensure I'm caring for those vulnerable Parts!

I think the thing that is making me feel so anxious and overwhelmed is because dynamic action scenes are so far out of my comfort zone and I haven't come up with a plan for connecting the dots of my current skill to Dynamic Action Scene Skill. It's a whole big leap, and that Part of me sees aaaaalllll of those, like dozens of really tricky dots that I have not mastered yet (perspective, composition, conveying movement, dynamic poses IN perspective, and so on) and is like "!!!!! HOLD UP THAT'S TOO MUCH I CAN'T FIGURE THIS OUT ALL AT ONCE. Trying to master all that stuff will take literal years and probably good money to pay for lessons from people who know wtf they're doing!!"

So, I'll care for that Part by saying: That's true! And it's okay! I'm not going to try to get the perfect action scene down right away, because you're right. Trying to force that would absolutely wreck our confidence and be really frustrating as well. And I appreciate the reminder that biting off more than I can chew can knock me back a few steps. Small bites are best sometimes.

Next skill, now that that Part has calmed down a lot and also feels steadied: coming up with a plan. I want to draw Daivad getting his ass kicked, but don't currently have the skills to pull off a whole Dynamic Action Scene yet. So how am I going to meet that desire/feed my inspiration (Daivad getting his ass kicked) while still protecting my Parts, challenging my skills, and caring for my mental health?

One dot at a time.

I could start with just breaking down some of my favorite panels from KA. Examining how Daromeon frames his scenes, how he works with perspective, how he conveys movement, etc. But specifically I want to see Daivad getting his ass kicked—so maybe I'll start with just one pose that feels doable for my skill level, use KA as reference for the pose and put Daivad in it, and since I have gotten decent at capturing his likeness, I can challenge myself to put an extreme expression on his face and still have him be recognizable. That's totally doable—it'll take time and work and lots of effort, but it's doable! And it will bring me one step closer to Dynamic Action Scene skill level!

Alright, now I'm feeling excited and fired up and also I have an exact pose in mind and I think I already have it saved somewhere, so I am off to draw Daivad, Bloody and In Pain. Wish me luck y'all!

#personal #gem problem solves #artblr #writeblr #artist problems #writer problems #mental health

[daintyduck99]

 maybe their whole dynamic is built around jokingly flirting, so they just always assume that their flirts/compliments are all platonic and regal butterfly?

Heads up: this got VERY sensual

Julie's going to dissolve on the dance floor.

She never should've agreed to go clubbing, but you can only bow out so many times before it starts to look suspicious. Especially when your entire friend group likes to go almost every other weekend for one reason or another.

Now she's sandwiched between Reggie and Flynn and she can't tell if it's the bass pounding in her body or just raw desire.

It's mesmerizing, how they move in sync, with Reggie molded to her back and Flynn her front. Reggie's broad hands clutch Julie hips through the lattice siding of her dress, hot on her skin. His lips are dangerously close to her ear, and every short burst of his breath makes her shiver.

He's definitely hard and if Julie thinks about that too much she will combust.

Flynn isn't helping. Her palms are splayed on Julie's ribs, so so close to where Julie wants them as their bodies rock together. She looks striking in the neon lights, eyes popping against her glittery makeup as she flashes Julie a sultry smile. Their noses touch, and her breath is warm on Julie's lips. They're practically panting into one another’s mouths and it's only by some miracle that Julie hasn't moaned.

She really shouldn't have let them flirt their way into this situation, but Julie'd had a feeling that she'd succumb to something like this the second she'd agreed to come to the club. They're already incredibly flirty, and there's something about the scene.

Still, she never expected them to be this forward with her, and she should've worn different panties, apparently.

Reminding herself that it's simply supposed to be fun doesn't help. She's liked them way too much for too long and if she doesn't leave now she's going to do something stupid, like beg for a kiss or for someone to keep her or even just fuck her.

Julie squirms, but that only encourages them, and her eyes flutter shut as Reggie’s lips graze the spot behind her ear.

"Please…"

"Please what, babe?" Flynn says silkily, nuzzling their noses together, and Julie exhales shakily as something in her snaps.

"Don't…"

They release her, and even through the blur of unshed tears, she can tell they both have concern carved into their features.

"Should we go outside?" Reggie murmurs, so low it's nearly lost to the music.

Flynn nods, gently taking Julie's hand.

"Come on, Jules. It'll be easier to talk."

Julie numbly follows Reggie, feeling abruptly off-balance in her heels without both of them holding her, but Flynn keeps her from toppling over as they make their way through the throng of people and slip out the door.

They settle on top of a low concrete wall, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Julie still in the middle, but the breeze makes Julie shiver, regardless. Reggie and Flynn both shrug out of their jackets, with Reggie draping his across Julie's shoulders and Flynn laying hers in Julie's lap.

Julie sighs through a wan smile. "Thanks."

"Of course," Reggie replies earnestly, and she hears a warmer smile than hers in his voice as she snuggles into their jackets. "We can't have our girl getting cold."

She fights a fresh wave of tears.

"Am I, though? Your girl?"

Flynn covers Julie's hands with hers.

"Do you want to be? Because if you do, we'd take you in a heartbeat, babe."

Reggie hums in agreement, wiping a stray tear from Julie's cheek with his thumb.

"We've been trying to seduce you for ages. And kind of seduced each other along the way? But yeah. We really like you, Julie."

Julie swivels to fully gape at them both.

"Wh—but you've always flirted with me! You're both very flirty people! How was I supposed to know that it meant anything?"

"Flirting with intent is definitely different—" Reggie starts, and Flynn nods, jumping in.

"We don't dance with just anyone like that. We want you."

Julie huffs, furiously scrubbing the remainder of her tears away.

"You'll have to tell me exactly how. In great detail. Then I might forgive you for driving me crazy without ever directly saying anything!"

Reggie and Flynn exchange devilish grins.

"We can do that," they say, voices heavy with promise and more.

And Julie has to admit it's the perfect apology as she dissolves between them on a nice set of sheets.

#friends to lovers prompts #regal butterfly #reggie x julie x flynn #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[tot-musica]

NSFW-Fade to Black - Law x Strawhat!Fem!Reader

For @winter-peach-fuzz

Request: Fem, Strawhat reader reunites with Law in Wano after going off to Whole Cake. Bit of jealousy and mutual pining. Mutual insecurities, reader has new scars. Law’s both in denial

Words: 4,200-ish

This was literally 12 pages but it feels so short actually reading it RIP.

Back up link:

A/N: Sorry this took so bloody long - life got turned upside down this month - like I mean catastrophic. In summary, work changed their disability policies under our new chief - and wiped out about half of the staff including me. One - I can’t lift a ladder alone, two - I have to take medications at certain times. And apparently that renders me completely useless in all other aspects /s. Though it looks like we’re getting a legal team against this, I might be rehired as auxiliary. That’s my TMI of the day. I’m more emotionally attached to the people of the company, rather than worried about benefits or such - I can go to other companies, but it hurts. Like being disowned.

I tried to squeeze this in as close as I could with the canon timeline - but well, fanfiction is for breaking canon.

Only physical description is I decided to make the reader around 8-9 feet tall like Kiku - because I thought about the Strawhats and I was like, “You know, all the Strawhats females are average height - let’s add tol womf.” Thought she might be a bit insecure about being so tall compared to Law. Thought reader could possibly be a zoan, because really the only Zoan fruit user on the ship is chopper - well, unless you read the manga - shhhhh. Though the Zoan stuff is just a very few subtle things.

POV switches back and forth between reader and Law.

Oh hey I learned how to do a cut after like ... six years on this site?

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You'd been part of the crew that stayed in Dressrosa - and most of those that went to Zou early were the ones to go to Whole Cake - so why did you go to Whole Cake too? Wouldn't it make more sense to rest after Dressrosa on the way to Wano?

Tch.

In his opinion they're hogging you - a valuable asset - from the alliance….

But then again you're still Strawhat’s crewmate….

Whatever. It's not as complicated as he's making it out to be.

Despite the isolation of Wano, he managed to acquire a copy of the news, and a new bounty on your head is a sigh of relief. And then he reads that Mugiwara-ya completely fucked up a Yonkou's territory, beat her best commanders, and god knows where Big Mom is heading next-

Fuck. Luffy's probably bringing her directly to Wano….

"SON OF A-"

—

He's perusing the market for fish that hopefully won't kill Bepo this time - but nothing's safe in this hell land. When the noise of a crowd has the basket head turning. Their sounds give him the impression that the situation is safe, and that it is a positive one. He approaches from a distance, but decides it’s better to join the crowd if he wants to blend in. On a makeshift wooden stage, musicians pluck their strings and beat their drums at an increasing rate, as a set of dancers work in perfect sync with vibrant colors of kimonos and fans, hand-painted masks, and the jingle of jewelry in their hair. The mid dancer sticks out with feathers attached to the ends of their fan, gauze ribbons floating around their shoulders, aloft like magic with the erratic movement of the dance. Such a thing must cost a lot of stamina, dipping up and down constantly on their knees.

Actually - that is the strange thing - while hidden by the drapes of the flashy drapes of the kimono, they’re bending and spreading their legs apart to compensate for what must be a significant stature, in order not to tower over the other other dancers, or the musicians. The fans move so fast their mask is obscured half the time, but it resembles a half moon, and half sun. The dance is elegant, but also, like a fight with invisible assailants. And their moves are not half bad…. something is much too familiar about this dancer, but he can't draw conclusions yet -

And just as he thinks that, gold shimmers, as sun piece of the mask is thrown high into the air, the dancer twirls on one leg, as as the half-sun falls, the second leg shoots out at 90 degrees, balancing the piece on the tip of a cloth, point-like shoe. The fans flash open and close, revealing a painted face, and on the right half, a mischievous eye glinting at him through the crescent moon.

'Y/n….'

The fans come up and flutter down, matching the sound of sparklers going off. It's reminiscent of a colorful bird performing a courting ritual. And then you throw them back as if you've been struck, dramatically shaking and moving them as you dance to the ground like a fallen beauty. And then, a shot of smoke covers the stage, and you disappear into thin air. Then, with a heavy gust, it's all dispersed to reveal you, except your mask is that of a bird, and your outfit has exploded with white and red colors, and wielding large feather fans of the same colors, raising them into the air like wings, and the music comes to a stop with a drum beat. You motion like you're blowing one last kiss, and the crowd cheers and claps as the cast and the musicians bow, throwing coins and other items onto the stage as they disperse.

Some - many - of the crowd members hoot and holler and whistle, calling the name "Taiyo Tsuki". His bros furrows more than usual.

He pointedly turns on a heel and walks away.

"I noticed you didn't leave a tip sir."

Even with his haki, you always manage to startle him. But to be fair, no one usually expects an 8 foot woman who might as well be dressed like a goddess. There are very few people in the world that can make him feel so small, and you're one of them.

'Maybe I should've left a tip…’

—

You'd really meant to be funny, but perhaps you scared him a bit. You take a step back … you know you can be a bit intimidating … at this size.”

"I didn't know the story…" Is his apparent excuse, and you can't help but laugh.

"The fall of Nuwa, of course, and the rebirth of Jing Wei, have you not studied your history, basket head?" You walk alongside him through the back streets. “Seriously, you're trying to disguise yourself as a monk? Like the tattoos on your hands and the sword aren’t a dead give away? You're just more suspicious, hee~hee~hee.”

He grumbles, "Well… you're wearing a scarf that doesn't even nearly match your kimono."

Fair point, but your disguise is much better with a scarf. "I like scarves."

"Since when have you liked scarves?"

"Since recently. When did you start liking baskets?"

"... Shut up…"

You pat the basket, "Straw-hat Monk."

"At least I'm not in jail."

Giggling, you add, "He'll be ready, don't worry."

"I'm not. He's cursed by some impossible luck to make things work. It's the other fools I'm concerned about."

"Heeheehee. I should tell O-Nami you said that."

"Tch - not ALL of you are incompetent."

"Am I incompetent?" You stick your tongue out.

Law refuses to answer.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

He falters, spitting out,"YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" 

You snicker, "It's so easy to get a rise out of you, Law-dono."

You can hear the sound of his teeth grinding, and with the way he's seething, smoke should be filtering out of the basket. He's been far more easy to tease since Dressrosa.

"I didn't think you'd disguise as a dancer."

"Exactly - and it keeps me training for the big fight!"

You lead him round a corner to a more private alleyway, where Nami, Robin, and Brook agreed to meet you today.

"Y/n! You look beautiful! As always!" Nami cheers. 

"Yes yes Nami, I have plenty of money to give you."

"You're the best!"

You pull a large sac out of your robe, filled with gold tablets and other trinkets worthy enough for a trade. "Now remember - this is for everyone." Robin laughs, "Thank you, Y/n. I see you've run into Law-dono."

"Robin, did you know about his outfit? He thinks he's a monk!"

"I do not think -"

"I might have known. Maybe I didn't."

"Heeheehee - you're so cruel to Basket-head."

"When are you going to stop making fun of my outfit!?"

"Never!" You clutch him to your side laughing, then abruptly letting go. "Ah, sorry, sorry."

You're not sure if the fact he doesn't respond is a good or a bad thing. "Come on, I'll go get cleaned up and then we can get some snacks!" You grab his hand and (accidentally) pull him back around the corner.

“Don’t go spending it all in one place!" You shout over your shoulder.

Meanwhile,

Robin chuckles, "They're completely oblivious, aren't they?" 

"Ah, young love,” Brook sighs, “Should we tell them?"

"No," Nami grins, "It's more fun this way. Wanna place bets $w$?"

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In your excitement to see Law again, you forgot that you're basically dragging him, and slow your pace.

"I need to take off this makeup before who knows what chemicals start giving me cancer."

After a bit of walking, he hasn't made a single peep - which isn't that uncommon for Law - but still….

"Did I offend you with basket stuff? I'm sorry… I say that because I think it suits you…"

"Hmm? Oh - no. I'm just - lost in thought. What do you mean it suits me?"

"Well, the monks who wear such baskets are supposed to represent "nothingness" or "emptiness" - I thought that went well with you."

"... That I'm nothingness…"

"No no! That's not what I meant - I mean your whole aesthetic - surgeon of death? Your tattoos? It's really cool!"

"..."

"Don't be pouty under there, I can't see your face."

Somewhat near the outskirts of the capital is your current stayings, a comfy one-room apartment. It's only then do you realize you've been holding his hand the whole time when you remove it to slide the screen open. You have to duck a bit to enter the doorway, but once inside, you kick off the dreaded shoes and relish in the feeling of the tatami floor sprawling out on your back.

"You're like a child."

"Same to you." You stretch and make your way over to the kettle, lighting it to heat up some water, then you settle in front of a mirror. Removing the more decorational hair pieces.

"Ah! Sorry - forgot to say - make yourself at home! I'll make you some tea." As you shuck off the outer robes of your costume, you see in the mirror as he slumps against the sidewall and removes the basket and his hat. By any indication, he's had a long day too. He runs a hand through his hair. It's so … different to see him without his hat. 

You jump back to wiping your face when you're caught staring.

—

‘Do I make her nervous?’ He’d thought when your eyes kept shifting in the mirror. ‘Is there a reason to be wary? Maybe I really did put her off … was I being rude? Or is it something else? Perhaps because I’m behind her… but that didn’t seem to bother her before … Did something happen in Whole Cake?’ His fingers are tapping against Kikoku’s sheath at a climbing pace.

‘Say literally anything’

"Would be easier if you took off the rest of the mask."

"It's not necessary."

You’re trying to clean makeup from your face… and you won’t remove the mask?

“Aren’t you going to take it off eventually?”

“It’s a part of my new look!” You flaunt the crescent moon, “I can’t take it off just yet.”

“Not even to clean your face?

“Nope!” You smile.

But something else caught his eye as you showed off the mask.. Your right hand is still gloved. 

“You wore it during the performance.”

“Correct.”

“And you wore a bird mask.”

“At least you were paying attention.”

“Did you wear two masks at the same time? Why’d you leave off the sun half? Why not wear the other half if you’re going to where one-”

“Are we playing twenty questions? I just like how it looks on me.”

“You know … I think we are playing 20 questions, y/n-ya. What are you hiding?”

You roll your eyes at him through the mirror, “Do you go around asking everyone that?”

“If you know something that could jeopardize the mission-”

“HAH!?” Now you were full on looking at him, “I’m not hiding anything you paranoiac!”

“You're hiding your face!”

“How is that suppose to ‘JeAPorDizE’ the mission!?”

“....” He sighs, rubbing his face, “You were acting nervous. I thought you might know something you were keeping from the alliance. I’m sorry.”

You blink a few times, “My word - an apology from you? You really are paranoid about this whole thing.” You sigh, crawling over to sit in front of him. “Look, I’m nervous about many things, but it’s not like I’m keeping some kind of important information a secret.” You rest your head on your knee, and it’s difficult for Law to AND not to look you in the eyes. “Have you slept lately?”

There.

When you stare into his eyes - he stares back. Something is different with your right eye … almost, cloudy.

He snaps his fingers right in front of your face, causing you to flinch back.

"What the hell?"

"Something is wrong -"

"Nothing's wrong!"

"You didn't see my hand until the last second. What happened during the retrieval?"

"You really want to know? Ok - well a lot of shit happened, it's Luffy, what do you expect - first we-" Gently, he grabs your hands out of the air.

"You're stalling. What happened to you?" His thumbs rub circles into the fabric of your glove, rippling the fabric.

You breathe out a certain amount of darkness, reclaiming your hand to pinch the fingers -  "It wasn't exactly a smooth in and out operation..." - The long glove peels off. You let your hand hang slack.

He looks you in the eye first, before taking the hand. Upon first glance, it could be missed, but your knuckles aren’t just hardened over by callouses.

“That tickles you know…” You mumble.

“Why hide your scars?”

“To blend in duh - tall lady with a bunch of scars looks weird.”

You can practically see the long sigh in his stare, “Who gave you that excuse? Nico-ya?”

“Sh-shut up! … Ok fine it’s an excuse… I don’t like how they look. Sheesh, you really like to pry…”

“Because you’re more stubborn than Mugiwara-ya. Why do you care? No one here is scarless or hiding it. I don’t care about mine.”

"Well you just look hot with them! It's different for me!"

"What?"

"N-nothing!"

Despite your face turning a darker shade, he ignores it for the crippling fear growing up his spine. The rough tissue extends further into the shadow of your sleeve. What if it hasn't healed completely? Or correctly? Could you be infected? Does it hurt?

"Y/n-ya, let me see the rest of your scar…"

“You’re not going to let me go, aren’t you?”

“...”

“Fine.” You shrug off your robes slowly down to your Yukata, slipping your right arm out, then exposing enough of your breast to reveal the rest of the leathery scar. You loosen your scarf, slipping it away to reveal even more tissue climbing up your neck, and eventually under the mask.

You don’t move when he leans forwards to pluck the porcelain crescent from your face.

He can’t decide whether he feels relieved or enraged, and you refuse to meet his gaze. The tissue is all healed over at least, still a bit pink, sensitive. There’s a slight glaze over your right eye - no, not blindness, but definitely some retinal damage from…

From….

A hand-shaped brand encircles your forearm.

Heat Exposure.

“Tch - Who the hell left this on you?”

“Not sure, some big guy who could turn himself into a literal branding iron. That ass even boiled the sea, so annoying.”

“And he grabbed you?”

“He was going for Chiffon so - You don’t know who Chiffon is but I had to step in! He was going for my head, I'd gone to block it with my arm, but the proximity was still too close, and well… I think you know how radiation works.”

Every part of him is tense, down to his toes, lips barely containing the sound of his teeth grinding. The hand print is giant, even for her, and he’s about ready to-

"I'm actually… not as mad as I thought I'd be.” You say, rubbing the back of your neck with your left arm, “The Charlotte family didn't seem to exactly be living the happiest lives…"

He catches himself before the pot can simmer over.

"Who is in this world?"

Your nature is much too forgiving, which had annoyed him in the beginning. But now … he just feels … guilty. No, not for the people he's fought, but just how he's … behaved.

You're kind to everyone. You're probably just tolerating his presence for the alliance.

"We got Sanji back but … not without sacrifice. Pedro gave his life for us…"

Just one of Big Mom’s lackeys did this to you, and the fight you’re about to engage in… If you stupidly jumped in to save someone this time he might not be there to -

“Umm … Law, please say something…”

“Ah - I - uh … mmm…”

“Looks bad right?”

“No! No - no just … thinking about the wound…”

You snort, “Doctor brain.”

"Tony-ya did a good job treating it…"

"But?"

He'd never admit it, but he pouts a bit, "I could've done better…"

You laugh with a smile just as wide as Luffy's, "Of course - just don't tell him I ever said that."

And maybe, just maybe he lets a small smile crack.

“You really don’t mind … this?”

“No - you could be a living blob of flesh and meat and I’d still think you’re beaut- I mean fine - I mean great.”

“Awe. That’s the sweetest and creepiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” And any of the shadows collected are blown away by your silly laughter, and an excited glimmer in your eye.

“Did you hear that Luffy beat Charlotte Katakuri? Single-handed! It was amazing - we didn’t get to see it though - but you should’ve seen their faces when they heard their invincible brother was beaten by ‘a shrimp,’ it was amazing! … Ok and a bit sad too … They clearly love their brother and stuff.”

“They tried to kill you.”

“Ehhh - kill schmill-”

A creepy grin crosses his face, “I think you may have brain damage from the fight - I may need to cut open your head.” 

“No! Don’t do that!” You laugh, mockingly covering your head.

And that is another precious thing about you … understanding his humor.

“I can tell alot’s on your mind.”

He huffs, “Wow, really?”

You snicker, pulling the shoulder of your yukata back on, sitting next to him against the wall.

“I’m saying you can talk to me about it - I am the Strawhat ‘listener’ of sorts. Is it about the fire festival?”

“Yeah.” No. Not particularly. Sure it’s a worry, but one he’s had no choice but to compartmentalize. No matter what happens now, the gears are in motion. The raid will happen, with or without him, just the same as any member of the alliance. It’s no use to ruminate over and over again about outcomes. They succeed or fail - and survival doesn’t mean success, just as death doesn’t mean loss. No, the real concern is the tickling, clawed worm in his heart, insisting on worry for others. Shit - working alone is easy. Making friends is awful. People are going to die. It could be one of the Strawhats. One of his own crew - even if they’re far from the battle. He can’t stand the thought of the Tang sinking in those dark waters, even with as much faith as he has in his crew. But he can’t think about that - none of that - not when he’s facing a Yonkou. The people on the sidelines do not matter - they do not - they do not. And yet, caring about the people on the sidelines is directly how Mugiwara took down Doflamingo completely. He’s not doing this to help people, he’s doing this to take down the emperors of the sea. He’s a pirate. Nothing else will matter in that fateful battle-

“Trust in Luffy.” Your hand on his knee breaks him out of thought. “The only way Luffy will fail is if he chooses too. He won’t.”

“He’s failed before - I watched it directly - He would’ve completely failed if I hadn’t decided to save him.”

You're silent for a long time, “He didn’t fail, because he had you. And you have us. There’s no such thing as impossible when it comes to the future pirate king!”

He huffs, “Who says he’s going to be the pirate king - like I’m going to let that rubber brain beat me! Imagine the chaos he’ll cause - an absolute natural disaster upon the world.”

You break into an uproar of laughter, “That’s the spirit!”

And he swears he doesn’t say it out loud, doesn’t even mean to think it, and yet he mumbles, “You’re too happy. It’s only a matter before this world crushes you.”

“Law.”

“Huh-”

“I’m happy because the world has already crushed me. And yet, I’m still here. I refuse to spend my life in misery.” Your eyes bear into him, glinting with a different light, but are in no way cold, and yet, he’s swallowing a lump.

“I didn’t mean that … okIjustdidn’tmeantosayit-”

A gentle smile crosses your face, “I love making you lose that Mr. Serious attitude.”

“I -” Suddenly you lean in very close to his face, snickering. Just before he can decide what in the literal Onigashima he should do, you stand up to retrieve the now boiling water, pouring it into wooden cups mashed with tea leaves, handing one to him. All he can do is watch the ripple in the cup.

“Y/n-ya.”

“Hmm?”

"D-don't do anything too risky … in the raid… I will be busy with Kaidou."

"You say that like there's no one else around to help me - it's a team effort, remember?" Your voice is calm and warm with the tea soothing your throat.

He sets his cup aside.

Screw it. He most likely has less than a week to live anyway. Thumb and index finger on the end of your chin, he turns your face - “Y/n.”

Before his brain can catch up, he presses his lips against yours. Nothing happens. But you don’t move away. He pulls back, staring at the floor.

“Law.”

That compels him to look into your eyes.It almost makes him gulp when he sees how dark your face turns, and eyes dilating, but your expression speaks of something edging on danger and plain wantonness.

In the next second he’s attacked by lips, hands gripping the collar of his robe almost hard enough to tear, dragged into your lap.You don’t separate until he’s nearly suffocated (not that he would mind). This is dangerous. You’re part of another crew- but your arms linking over his shoulders is  a compelling distraction, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation.

You push your forehead against his, “Law. You have ten seconds to back out of this.”

He smirks, “And what is this exactly?”

“Use your head, Doctor. Or don’t.”

“I want you.”

“Then take it, pirate.”

He snaps his teeth behind the shell of your ear before licking it, then nibbling at the junction of your jaw. You smile and expose your neck to him, as he trails down to your scars with hot licks and gentle bites. In some areas, there’s nothing but pressure, and in others, it tickles with over-sensitivity. He slips the robe from your shoulder and chomps down on the line of muscle there. A jolt runs through your spine, and the next thing you register is your teeth have sunk into his shoulder in turn, a flicker of metal hitting your tongue. 

You pull back quickly, “Sorry! I didn’t realize-”

“Fuck-” he pants out, canting his hips in your lap, and you can feel the heat in his face where he hides it in the crook of your neck. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“I want to touch you.”

“Then show me your face, silly.”

He leans back enough, face contorted in a manner like he’s trying to solve a math equation. He peels back the rest of your robe, exposing your chest.

He’s seen all sorts of naked people - he’s a surgeon - but under this context? He’s a bit lost.

You gasp when his fingers gently pinch your nipple, causing a full-body flinch.

"Sorry-"

"Enough." You swipe at the rouge staining his lips while cupping his face. "Enough thinking."

He had imagined this moment in reverse - but he's definitely not complaining.

“You best be careful, I’m a biter.”

“I know.”

You lean forward until his back hits the floor, untying his robe and licking your lips, “Finally,” a feast laid before you. You trace his tattoos with rapt attention, running down the dips in his abdomen, rubbing your thumbs over the bullet scars that have him biting his lip. It doesn’t take much to get you both riled up apparently.

“Look at me.” His eyes are near all black, and as you sink your hips around him, he's gone to heaven.

-

The crowd only grows larger, you're making quite a profit working with the band of performers. You can dance all day with only little breaks - moves fluid and swift. It’s the perfect training. Past the crowd, you can see the top of a straw-bucket hat, a man leaning against a building. Now, as you flash a fan over the lower portion of your face, he knows your eyes are only on him.

…

That is … until the word of your performances reach Onigashima.

And you're given an invitation that cannot be refused.

But is it not all the better? To have a spy placed right in the heart of the enemy?

That's what he repeats over and over and over, waiting for that fateful day.

When the fight for a new age will begin.

No longer will he go with the flow of things. Defeat is not an option. He will see you again.

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(Not pictured: Y/n absolutely killing it at Queen’s rave - while simultaneously dying inside wondering when the fuck shit is going to go down.)

#one piece fanfiction #one piece requests #one piece reader insert #law x reader #please let there be no mispellings I tried my hardest

[rthko]

Maybe you can start flapping your lips after you've actually interacted with young people past what you've seen on Tiktok. Ageism goes both ways pal (and frankly, I can promise you that most of those gen z kids don't really give too much of a shit about Pirates of the Carribean or whatever, they're just able to recognize that women are just as capable of abusing men as vice versa and they want justice all the same. Even if you want to claim Heard is totally innocent, put the blame on whoever decided to livestream the damn trial and frame it in a specific way, and not the natural way people who aren't invested otherwise would respond to that)

I don’t know how explicit I need to make my point but when I say gen z is “not exceptional” the larger point I’m making is that no generation is. Every generation thinks they’re special in their youth, every generation points fingers, and yet here we are in a terrifying era of reactionary backlash. I’m not saying gen z is hopeless or that it’s uniquely bad—none of its problems are unique. Again, “not exceptional.” I’m part of gen z. Most of my social interactions are with people approximately my age. Every issue I listed in my post I have heard play out both online and in person, and unfortunately the line between the two is blurring as people who spend all day online go out into the world and don’t know how to interact. You act like at 24 years of age I’m this old man yelling about “kids these days” and not making constructive observations about my own peers.

If you take issue with the livestream of the trial then you should take issue with the misinformation surrounding it. No, none of that is age-specific but the people lip syncing an abused woman’s testimony on the dancing app certainly was. If I were in Amber Heard’s situation would I be the “perfect victim” and never fight back? I’m thankful I’ve never had to answer that question, but no, I don’t think I would. We are talking about an alcoholic man with a history of abusive behavior who falls neatly into the pattern of “well you hit me back so you’re the real abuser.” But you don’t want to look at the facts—you want to hop on a bandwagon and use this as a poster case to parrot MRA talking points. Yes, of course men can be abused. But you think you’re rooting for the underdog here? You think there’s anything subversive about saying “women can be liars too?” Get real.

[barnesbabee]

If I see ONE MORE BLINK trying to justify blackpink's terrible performances I'm gonna lose it

I've seen all types of excuses.

"They're there to have fun" no, they're not. That is their job, people don't go to their jobs to have fun, they go to work and they chose that career, if taking it seriously makes it less fun then well, tough luck, jobs aren't meant to be fun.

"the people that went enjoyed it" if I paid 100+ dollars to see anything I too would force myself to enjoy it. And as we know kpop stans will eat up anything their idols do, so ofc they're gonna like it.

"it's not bad." if you close your eyes then it isn't! But anyone with eyes can see that they're not in sync, not even close, and if you're a group who's gonna do choreographies then at least do them right.

"they're tired" ????? literally, imagine going to a 24/7 open restaurant at 11pm and your food is garbage because "the chef is tired :(((". Again, it's their job, if they can't handle that long then reduce the number of songs with choreographies or make the shows shorter, either is preferable to whatever that is.

and last but not least, the infamous "could you do better?" if you've ever used this argument I'm so sorry about anyone who has ever interacted with you cause how can you be this stupid. Of course whoever is arguing with you cannot do better, because they were not trained for years in that area and they do not have years of experience + it is not their job.

You need to start demanding more of idols performance-wise cause what is this. It's honestly embarrassing and if I was a fan I would be so upset that they legitimately thought that is good enough for fans, I would feel disrespected. And it's sad to see small groups with great performances get swept under the rug for big groups who rely on their name and nothing else to sell overpriced tickets.

You guys know it's ok to recognize flaws in your faves, right? They're not your friends, they're not your buddy buddies and they're not gonna give you a kiss for defending them, they're professionals not executing their job well and you look stupid going to all these lengths to justify bad dancing.

at this point they're 4 soloists on stage trying to hold it all together, it's especially sad since apparently rose and lisa are fighting (again) and fans could notice it.

#kpop #bp #blackpink #black pink

[every-dayiwakeup]

For @magellan-88

Sense & Silhouettes

For the second time in the span of an agonizing three minutes, all of which she's spent staring at food she could not eat, Chrissy Cunningham fights the urge to ask her father, the Duke of Sussex, if she could rip off the skin-tight white gown that was made entirely of feathers, and hide in the bathroom until after the event.

Actually it was more than just an event. Chrissy was supposed to meet the future Duke of Cornwall. She wasn't sure what his name was, or what he looked like. All she knew was that he spent more time readying himself than she did.

"I'm here!" a gangly boy around her age with moussed brown hair cut to his shoulders calls out, making a beeline for Chrissy, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the current Duke of Cornwall. "Prince- ahem- Baron Harrington, sorry to keep you waiting!"

Chrissy suppresses a giggle. "Your hair was more important, I take it?"

Her mother clears her throat sharply, but the Baron loosens up ever so slightly, chuckling a little. "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Lady Christina. May I have this dance?"

"You may."

She takes his hand, and he guides her to the middle of the ballroom, away from her mother's eagle eye. So he wasn't a stranger to meddling parents, then.

His hands are awkwardly placed on her waist, but they don't wander any further. His feet aren't in sync with the music, and he utters multiple apologies.

It is only until their fourth dance (the Baron kept the old crones away, to her relief) that Chrissy comes to the conclusion that he's not into it. Not into her.

"What's your name?" she asks in an attempt to ease the stiffness of his shoulders.

"Steve," he whispers, his breath tickling her ear.

"Am I poor company?" she teases.

"No! Not at all!" His eyes, frantic and on edge, are an autumn brown, and they remind her of a certain bushy haired girl who is the only being in Chrissy's life that is real. So blissfully true... and yet she cannot be with her. She wants to be. Maybe Steve is pretending, too.

Or maybe I'm just lonely.

"Another girl, then?"

Steve gives her what looks like a thoroughly rehearsed nod.

Of course, Chrissy's always tried to read people. Her mind tends to forget that they are not books, and they are rarely to be taken at face value.

"At the very least we should act out the parts we were born to play," he says, an impish smile on his face as he picks up the pace, his feet finally finding their rhythm.

His happiness, no matter how false, is infectious, because as he twirls her around, she's sporting a foolish smile of her own.

Their chests collide, and they're giggling so much the pain doesn't register.

"Shit!" someone hisses, and the teens both look up to see a blonde boy clenching a bloody fist, glaring through an ocean of fierce tears.

Steve flinches away from Chrissy as though she's burned him, all of his attention solely on the curly haired boy's theatrical ballroom exit.

It all clicks for her. "You already have your Mr. Darcy, don't you," she murmurs, and something in her tone must put his fears to rest, because his face lights up as he offers a sheepish, lovesick grin.

Passerbys will assume that Cupid shot an arrow or two. But Chrissy knows that look isn't for her.

She lightly shoves Steve in the direction of the doors to the courtyard. "The fountain is a bit noisy, and there aren't many torches, I'm afraid."

Thankfully he understands, clumsily abandoning her on the floor, tripping on his own feet in his eagerness to chase his Happily Ever After.

If only people like them didn't have to do so in the dark.

Unfortunately she doesn't stay alone for long before she gets a new partner; a drool Baron who's name escapes her. She can't bring herself to be drawn into his constant state of misery like she often does on nights such as these. Not when someone finally has the chance to dance with the One.

Go get him, Ms. Bennett.

*****

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#not sure this was what you had in mind 😭 #i hope you like it 💕 #harringrove #fem! eddie munson #reds writing #your ask disappeared from my inbox for some reason 😃🔫 #this app will be my 13th reason #thank you for this btw ❤️❤️❤️ #i did my best #it wasnt much #😃🤌

[trynadollsiesplay]

About the rainbow Divas.... I really like their song, and the impact of it on the people around the stage, but the Rainbow Diva's choreography was really dull. At the start they were so in sync, they might as well have been the same people, and it felt really unnatural. The stepping back to switch who was at the mic was weird and unnecessary, and at times, I bet it would stop the singers from being heard on the microphones. Same with the spins, and the minimal dancing they had included. The camera angles were pretty plain too, tbh.

I also don't like that they stayed in the same positions in middle of the stage. They'd have had more stage presence traversing the whole stage. It'd fit their vibe more, show that they know what they're doing. It could have given them more of a chance to express who they are as well. The characters are pretty stereotyped as it is. I would have liked them to be more individualised to express themselves more.

It's also amazing that there wasn't more tension showing in their performance, seeing as they looked so tense before they went on. It would have been nice to see them get a chance to do it better later on because of it, or to show their grit and devotion to the stage. I mean, if they hate eachother and are always fighting, why are they together in a unit at all. Their whole dynamic just... it seems really off, to me. Ugh.

#rainbow high #rant #rainbow vision #the rainbow divas #negative critisism

[prdsd4na]

i was randomly thinking about the trailer (that i basically have memorized by heart by now) and i suddenly thought that i really want this scene right here:

to happen before this scene right here:

i mean in the trailer this is the exact order they come out so you would think it is the right order they’ll come out in the series but we know from the other episodes that the scenes from the trailer aren’t in chronological order and a trailer never shows scenes in chronological order anyway + you would say that they’re coming out like this because logically you would think that they’ll fight together but then something happens and they find themselves in a one against the other situation but i want to put it in another prospective because to think that they’re probably enemies or anyway against each other in this sequence but to also think that their first instinct is to fight side by side in that beautiful choreography even tho they're supposed to be against one another is just !!! ugh

porsche is on kinn's side and tries to protect him while kinn is against him but caring for porsche's safety became a default reaction for him so he responds to it and syncs with porsche in that fighting dance 

porsche says the iconic 'i'm not on anyone's side. i'm on your side.' so we can guess that at this point maybe porsche isn’t working with the main family (considering how he’s dressed and the way his hair is up showing his forehead) and they were probably apart so it’s pretty much a given that something will happen in the last episodes between them that will make them fall apart but we're kind of sure that even tho they're pointing guns to each other porsche at least isn't trying to hurt him because why else would he say that then while kinn is looking at him with the same expression we have already seen him with in episode 7 before the sex happens an expression that screams i want to trust you but i still don’t know how to because i think you’ll betray me too one day (or even better something happened that made kinn think porsche really betrayed him)

and then i want this scene to follow: 

i don’t know maybe they’re being interrupted and porsche’s first instinct is to protect kinn of course and kinn responds to it with being touchy trying to feel porsche once again because they’ve been apart and he missed his smell and the way he feels to have him near him and he can’t keep his hands to himself

and the thing is we constantly see and hear porsche trying to reassure kinn that he can trust him he even vocalized his love for him twice already and the conversation they had at the end of episode 8 kind of put kinn in front of the fact that porsche is indeed different from what he has experienced before and the feelings they share are different stronger and i'm pretty sure we'll continue to hear this kind of reassurance from porsche so it makes you wonder to see them like that it makes you wonder about what it is yet to happen to make them being at that point in which episode we’ll get this infamous scene why we will see them against each other once again what will come before and after because the kinn that’s holding porsche at gunpoint most definitely isn’t the kinn that escaped the hospital and his treatment and pressed his forehead against porsche’s to kiss it while asking him to return to him safe and sound basically stripping naked before porsche in episode 7 that kinn isn't the kinn smiling so big at porsche throughout the entire episode 8 that kinn isn't the relaxed kinn we're seeing while he's with porsche the one who feels reassured to have him by his side the one who even wanted to make it official with porsche in front of everyone the very first moring after sleeping with porsche in his own bed for the first time 

during these last few episodes we witnessed the romantic relationship between them unfold and grow they started with being strangers coming in contact with each other for the first time because of fate? and the kinn and porsche we have at the end of episode 8 despite everything that awaits them are two men involved with each other on a deeper and intimate level two men who love each other to the point they don’t even need to say it out loud because their actions show it and for the rest of the show we’ll move on from here and we’ll see the trust they’re building slowly grow and fall apart to grow stronger again to get to a point where they will be so strong together and so faithful about having the other beside them that the love they share will be their strongest weapon and i think that the presence of tawan between them is functional to make them understand how much they love each other and how much porsche actually trusts kinn with his life because they talked about tawan right away and porsche seemed confident and then again the tone he uses to say to kinn that he’s on his side only is firm and gentle and his eyes say it all

so what’s really altering the chemicals in my brain is thinking we’ve seen the kinn of episode 7 and 8 trying to give in and fully devote himself to porsche like he is and we’ve seen him struggle with what he wants to do versus what others expect of him and this basically divides him in half like his body is somewhere and his heart is somewhere else but we also see a kinn who’s moving for and because of porsche like he finally found a purpose in what he’s forced to do before porsche he was just the heir of a mafia empire having to deal with the family business while now he just wants to protect porsche and shield him from his world but at the same time he doesn’t want to let his father down hence his inner struggle and even tho he has trust issues as of episode 8 he seems like he has completely surrendered to porsche (i made a comparison between episode 4 kinn and episode 7 kinn while talking with his father in this post if anyone’s interested) so the kinn and porsche we will see from episode 9 moving forward will be them struggling with keeping their trust in each other and trying to make their love worth everything they will go through (so once again i’m pretty convinced the presence of tawan functions as a plot device not because he will try to break their bond but because he will make them realize how strong their bond really is) 

#lol i'm posting this for like the third time #i really REALLY love how the writers are dealing with their relationship #i think it's very neat #kinn and porsche are in a one step forward three steps back situation i guess #they are going to suffer so much and they're going to make the other suffer without wanting to #and they have to fully hurt each other before fully give up to their feelings #JUST GIVE ME THE REST OF THE EPISODES ALREADY #or just kill me #lol i can't screenshot to save my life #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche brainrot #giordana texts

[verybiforfarcry]

I don't think anything will ever compare to the Crywank show I went to on Thursday. We barely made it to Manchester because of the strikes (managed to get a lift with one of my friends going in the same direction). We look to the poster for the exact venue + start time and we see, on the new poster, another name added to the roster besides the original Crywank and Commuted. It's Dimitri. No last name, no band name, just Dimitri. We have no clue who Dimitri is.

We get to the venue and immediately go to the bathroom. When we get back we see Dimitri. A man with the most glorious mullet ever, sunglasses and tanktop, center stage. He's telling us we have to guess what the songs he's singing are about. Our choices: advertisements, film songs, love songs. We stop paying attention to him for one second, turning around to get drinks at the bar. When we look back, Dimitri is on stage singing and. Fighting with nunchucks. Nunchucks. Okay.

After the crowd guesses that it's a film song, he says they're wrong and that it's an advertisement for a film he wants to make, that is both romance and drama and doomsday film etc etc. The next song is about how much he loves to drive his car at night and him dancing in the most erotic way possible. This one also was an advertisement song but I don't remember why.

Dimitri leaves stage and a woman comes on. She says she's a member of a four people band but her other 3 bandmates couldn't make it because of the train strikes so they couldn't preform tonight. Instead, she was going to preform slam poetry to us. My jaw drops. My friend goes to get some air.

After the slam poetry, Commuted comes on, and I think, okay, I know Commuted, sad song man, we'll chill now. Great.

Commuted comes on stage, bright orange bob, pastel blue suit, clown makeup on. He says "Hi I'm Commuted from Toronto! Nice to see you all tonight!" He struggles for like 2 minutes to get this video to sync with his music. He says "Okay, this is the last time you'll hear from me for the next 40 minutes until my set is over. I have a clown thing going on." Lights dim, all is quiet. Commuted screams in the mic for 3 minutes. No lyrics, just screaming. He deepthroats the mic. He jumps in the crowd. He moshes with the people. He lets other people scream in the mic. He throws the mic. He has a toy monkey that makes noises in the mic. It's the wildest 40 minutes of my life.

After the set ends lights turn back on and he smiles and says "thank you guys I'm commuted from Toronto!" leaves stage. Slam poetry woman comes to sway us again.

You may be wondering what happened with my friend?

After the initial 3 minutes of screaming they appear by my side and look shaken. I ask what happened. They tell me that when they left the crowd, they saw the merch stall and went to buy the famous Crywank Twin Fantasy shirt which we thought was a meme. When she realises that she knows the person manning the stall. Because it's Jay fucking Crywank. They take a picture and asks them what they're working on now that Crywank has disbanded.

They answer.

That they're working on a fucking boardgame.

#crywank #concert