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anemoiashifts · 1 day

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how to detach for reality shifting.

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♡ stop putting your dr on a pedestal.

we’ve heard this before but really. i mean it.

im going to assume if you’ve wanted to shift you’ve asked people what it is, asked shifting creators other questions, looked into theories. you were trying to expand your knowledge by looking for answers outwardly. looking for information isn’t a bad thing, but obsessing over what shifting is / isn’t can make shifting harder because your focused on the “what-if’s” & not living as you are. deciding to set out & rationalize shifting & policing others can be detrimental in your journey. this is why i say, i don’t care what shifting is because it’s something. & that should be enough.

the truth is, there is no 10000% concrete proof that shifting is this or that. there is no experiment that solidifies one theory or another, demeaning it as “correct”. they’re all just theories for a reason. so stop trying to rationalize is. find comfort in the unknown. in my opinion, that is the first thing needed in detachment. the letting go & elimination of overthinking how something works & just allowing it to work within time.

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♡ “ill shift & things will be better. ill be happy, ill accomplish this. ill be better.”

your reality is a mirror of your thoughts & internal world. if you’re someone who thinks “this world is awful” you will subconsciously search for things that affirm those beliefs. i saw this example before & i think it really drives this thought home. if you see yourself in the mirror & notice your lipstick got on your teeth, you’re going to wipe it off your teeth. meaning, the mirror didn’t change. you did.

looking for external validation may unintentionally self-sabotage because you are not in the feeling of having it. you are searching for it which is you reminding yourself you do not have it yet.

don’t put off your happiness. allow yourself to feel everything you’re expecting in your dr at this moment. neville goddard once suggested the practice of living your life & imagine what it would be like if you had your desire. continue your imagination with the mindset that you’ve already shifted / manifested / achieved everything you’ve ever wanted until it shows in the 3d, when you are in full alignment. you are focusing on your desire, thus you will recognize it more & watch it show itself in your exterior. the 3d is a mirror to the mind.

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♡ so how do we detach ?

there is no step by step, how to guide. in its simplest terms detaching is accepting & not obsessing over an outcome (when it comes, how you will achieve it) because you know it’s yours already. detaching doesn’t mean not caring or not thinking about our manifestations or —in this case— our desired realities. it means not overthinking your desires.

detaching is ultimately trusting yourself & the universe. that everything will work out in your favor no matter what.

you must change yourself before anything else. once the concept of self is changed, everything else in your life will follow. you decide what you are worthy of. you decide what life you want to live. you are the only one who can truly define yourself. every one else, every other person you have come across, only has their assumption & interpretation of you.

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i want to take a moment to speak about timing. there is no set time your manifestation will come. everyone attracts at different rates. it takes some people days to shift for the first time, it takes others months and some it can take years. patience & persistence is vital in manifesting.

example. some people are able to solve math problems really fast & get every answer correct on exam. while others need more time to preform at the same rate as the students who are able to complete their work faster. the quality of the work is the same. vs if the person who needed more time on math exams rushed through every single problem resulting in getting the answers wrong. everyone goes at their own pace & that’s okay.

a second example. let’s say your baking a cake. you put in all the ingredients correctly, you have to correct sized pan. but when it comes to baking it — let’s say 45 minutes — you keep opening the oven door to check on it every minute. it’ll never cook. you have to give things time & the seeds you’ve planted time to grow.

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unproduciblesmackdown · 9 months

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also found this person's summary of summer stock illuminating:

"Summer Stock Musical 🍒I know this is a bit different from what I usually post but I could not write about it! Summary: Set in the 1950s, inspired by the movie with the same name. It's about a girl named Jane and her family's farm. Jane and her father struggle to meet the work demands of their farm's summer harvest. As their employees and nearby farms are entirely bought out by the Windgates. They are the last family-owned farm standing, all hope seems lost. Until Jane's sister, Gloria gets the female lead role in her theater company. In an attempt to impress the director, Joe, Gloria suggests that she has a place for them to use. Since the group keeps bouncing from place to place, Gloria takes them from the city and to her family's farm in the country. Jane, shocked by the unexpected visit by her sister and company in tow, she's very against them using the barn for their new production. But after a music number, a deep conversation with her sister, and a failed marriage proposal by Windgates' son which reveals Windgates' true intentions. Jane agrees, as long as they help with this summer's harvest. As the barn is converted to a theater for their new show, funny antics, drama and inspiration pursue. As Jane accepts theater and her dreams back into her life, she ends up falling in love with Joe and becomes lead lady as her sister ends up becoming producer. In a last-ditch effort, they use their new show to save the farm by hosting a grand opening night for everyone in show business to come see. Even though Margaret Windgate throws multiple roadblocks in their way, these sisters and company aren't determined to give up so easily. It's an amazing musical and I haven't had this much fun at a show in a while! It's genuine and has amazing characters and dialogue. It's like a breath of fresh air. I love everything about this musical! It's so funny! I love the sisters' bond. The choreography was stunning. I love the use of old music and songs. Honestly, I didn't know it was inspired by a movie. There's just so much I want to say about it. Honestly, I really hope to see it again, and somehow it can become mainstream. It's such a feel-good musical! ♾️/ 5⭐️"

put together w/various other pieces of info (list of initial songs/scenes, highlights video, a review's details) confirming that orville does propose to jane and they just get that out of the way so soon that it's presumably the wingates' introduction, that "always" sequence being early & the first listed to take place at the wingate house. which is just funny & then potentially does free both orville & jane up to like, just clearly not be engaged, whether or not they Ostensibly are....then intrigued about how orville ends up at the barn to have an adorable meetcute probably via piano with phil; maybe he's just supposed to be convincing jane to accept the proposal & in actually not being that into that task is able to wander around & get musical with it

also shoutout to mentioning gloria further, the details of her plotline remain relatively elusive (so does pop falbury's but i kinda just figure he's more of this steadfast supportive parent out here) and i was wondering if she isn't even in that lead role that jane ends up with, here it seems that she Is, but is also clarifying that she ends up in the producer role really, and i'm gonna presume that's her discovering better what she likes to do rather than like, just that she has to get out of the way for jane, same as how idk if there's as much glorville as there is orvphil apparently lol, Again simply no info i've found yet, but i am gonna imagine that if there is it's also more "open-ended" as in like, no supposed touchstones of Official romance, but. and like Why Not figure that these two people who are both discovering their passion for behind-the-scenes theatrical goings on might just be like oh hey, on the same wavelength, working together, getting along. i imagine that the show gives both orville and gloria arcs in their own rights rather than being people basically in jane's way, and everything seeming to suggest that gloria and jane's relationship is great is like yeah thank god, crucial shift thank you

#summer stock #orville wingate #a summery....#also can keep the heart of what's in the film b/w gloria & orville where they're both like hey nice....you're nice lmao #But that's also juxtaposed with [joe is an asshole] which is also a thousand percent changed for this show #b/c like also we extremely don't need that #any more than we needed like ''gloria is the one who already has the passion for theatre & she's wrong to make that jane's problem but #jane's also right to basically be like 'i'm better at having that passion. it's mine now''' lmao like #i mean she doesn't say that but. & it's hardly clear where exactly gloria ends up but she doesn't have to deal w/film joe so Congrats #it's absolutely lemon squeezy easy to just go uhhh why wouldn't gloria be completely aligned With jane Accepting Theatre lol #whilest of course orville ought to get an arc abt Also getting involved. even his film's like third act ''arc'' abt Supposedly taking a #firm anti theatre stance is just a psychout hinged on his absence...? he shows back up like no im fine with the show #while suddenly his & gloria's dates are like ''we'll kill you'' & making out in front of them like okay thanks guys #not even switching things up that hard at all to go ''why shouldn't orville just get to discover theatrical passions too''#i think they still Kinda swap partners but more in the vein of like. first of all not by anyone being an asshole #and second of all by people not really being Together together in the first place. if orville & jane are ''together'' just via other ppl's #expectations / having decided they're engaged in first grade / inertia & stifling & lack of options since then #and gloria just got there w/that theatrical company so if anyone's dating it's been like 5 minutes....not that high stakes

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shellxrls · 2 months

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hannah … u said u would probably physically fight w jj if u were in obx which same but now i’m thinking …. thinkin abt “play fighting” w bsf!jj …. and there’s loads of charged energy there …. lot of ass to crotch and giggling and teasing from jj mhm yup

HELLO ??!;);6 okay i confess i was thinking about play-fighting with bsf!jj turned to him pounding me while im headlocked in between those hot ass fucking arms of his 😓😓. and you’re idea is like.. spot on celeste omg.

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being pushed around the thin mattress by his body weight, evidently stronger than you due to acquired muscle from years working in physical labour. his hips brush against the back of your ass, the seam of your crotch — gentle touches that seem to dissipate in fervor but grow in length as the pretence of ‘play-fighting’ soon begins to fall to deaf ears and heaving chests.

the stiffness in his shorts was difficult to let go by unnoticed, and as much as you attempted you couldn’t restrain the muffled noises of grated pleasure that would leave your pursed lips every time his body weight banged into yours, a heavy muscle catching your side or a stray hand wrapping around you.

“jayj,” you huff out, laboured pants puffing onto his face as you attempted to call a truce, “can we just— just pause for a minute, take a lil’ break?”

he thinks this means he’s won, the adrenaline getting him into a ditzy as he gets up all in your face, spittle visible as he starts intimidating you with a superficially pridefully interrogation, “oh you wanna take a break huh? j’s so strong you had to tap out little girl? that ‘t? no deal. i won this round fair and square sweetheart.”

and you’re laying beneath him in such utter shock, pouty bottom lip quivering due to a combination of adrenaline and fear induced arousal that for a minute he’s scared you might start crying.

that is until you align your face right with his, knocking knees and letting out a whispered, “please?”

and he knows, knows by the way your chest is rising in paced slopes, and by the way he can see your nipples hardening under the sheer fabric of your top. hell, he’s been your best friend for years, he’s known since you broke up with your most recent ex and came running into his arms for support. but he still asks “please what?”

and then you were done, blubbering out a string of indecipherable sex-fuelled pleads about how turned on you were, how you needed him.

and before jj could continue letting his best friend fall under so much duress, he bends you over the arm of the couch and strips you of your clothing, stuffing himself into your cunt so unexpectedly that you let out a wail, walls contracting around him at the initial sting of the intrusion.

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hxskzz · 2 months

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"JUST HOLD ON ."

husk x fem!reader

contents: smut, oral sex (male reciving), smut with no plot, praising, dom!husk, sub!fem!reader, size kink, p in v sex

Husk groaned with another thrust, filling you up perfectly with his huge dick. He loved having you ride him, the feeling of you being on top. His hand slid from your hips up to your breast, cupping it while maintaining eye contact with you. "Husk.." you whimpered bouncing up and down on top of him, his cock hitting your g spot everytime you went down. "Fuck..." husk cursed under his breath, his thumb grazing over your nipple. He put his mouth over it, swirling his tongue around it. you whimpered, as his other hand worked to grope your other breast. Husk released his mouth from your nipple with a final lick, now focusing on the rest of your body. He watched his dick go in and out of you as you went up and down on top of him, lewd noises filling the room. He placed his hands on either side of your hips, holding you in slight place, now starting to thrust up into you again. you let out a rather loud moan, which you didn't mean to so you covered your mouth. husk noticed this and removed your hand in an instant. "whats wrong pretty girl?.. i wanna hear you..." husk struggled to speak as he felt a wave of pleasure shake over his body. "huskk..im closee fuckkk..." you threw your head back, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "me too darling.. just- fuck.. just hold on.." a grin formed on his face as he looked up at your, taking in your lewd expression which only drove him closer to cum. "its-s so biggg.." you moaned, your words sounded shaky as husk thrusted into you harder, slowly reaching his climax. "yea ride this huge cock..you love this cock dont you.." husk placed his hand around your neck, the other hand still supporting your hip. you nodded, biting your lip from pleasure. seconds later, you came all over husk's cock, your juices coating him. he shot ropes of white inside you, painting your pink gummy walls. you fully sat on his cock, slightly rocking back and forth. you got up off him, and crawled backwards with your head and mouth aligned with his cock. you wrapped a hand around it, stroking him slowly. you put your mouth around his tip, swirling your tongue around it then bobbing your head up and down. he groaned as he tangled his hands in your hair, pushing your head down a little more. "good girl.. fuckkk such a good girl suckin me up like this..cleaning me as you're supposed to..." his words could make you cum right there on the spot. his voice itself was just enough to make you cum. his cock hit the back of your throat a few times, earning a grunt from him as he jolted his hips up. "s-shit..youre so fucking good at this love.. dont stop.." suddenly there was a knock at the door. you both froze, you looked at husk with his cock still in your mouth. "who is it?.." husk raised his voice, signaling for you to keep going. you kept sucking him, trying to ignore the fact someone was on the other side of the door. "alastor! just letting you know there's a meeting later that i need you to attend, and wondering if i could speak to you before hand!" the voice spoke, it was alastor. "just hold on...f-fuckk.. i'm uhh..busy.." husk spoke , his breath was heavy and he struggled to get his words out. there was a few seconds of silence, alastor heard your muffled slurping sounds, as it dawned on him what he had interrupted. "oh.. fair well then!.. we'll speak later husker.." alastor wasted no time walking off. husk looked at you, smirking. "good job baby, youre doing so good, you deserve a treat."

©hxskzz

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christophersg1rl · 4 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut. It’s fucking make up sex.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭🤍

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“FUCK YOU CHRIS!” you yell at your boyfriend who was being an asshole all day and became even more of an asshole when you snapped on him. “FUCK YOU TOO! IM DONE WITH YOUR SHIT Y/N DONE YOUR SO FUCKING ANNOYING LIKE CANT YOU EVER LEAVE ME ALONE?” he yells back, and that made you burst out in tears. he had never disrespected you or ever raised his voice at you. he quickly realized that you were crying but before he could even apologize you ran upstairs clearly hurt from what he just told you. You had went to nicks room knowing he was out with Matt so you could just stay there til he came back, to avoid seeing Chris. “y/n what are you doing in my room?” Nick says clearly frightened as he thought you were an intruder. “sorry nick it’s just me and chris had gotten into an argument and i didn’t wanna see him I’ll leave tho” you say as nick realizes you had been crying because your face gets really red. “no y/n stay it’s fine I’m sorry about whatever happened” he gives you a hug, you really liked nick because he was so sweet to you and always felt like the brother you didn’t have. you had brothers but they were assholes, just like chris. “I’m gonna go shower mkay?why don’t you go get some clothes so you can get comfortable?” he states as you calmly nod. as you entered you and Chris’s room you realized he was in the bathroom showering which gave you a quick minute to grab your things, that was until you heard the bathroom door open. “y/n? baby I’m so sorry” he says trying to get your attention but you pushed away from him and got your things. “baby, please talk to me. I’m so sorry for being an asshole today I just found out that I’m not getting into the college I wanna go to so it was hard today but that’s no excuse to treat you like shit baby I’m so sorry” he grabs your waist realizing you had been crying, a lot. “okay chris” you sigh. “baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry or make you upset, let me make it up to you, hm?” He smirks, lowering his hands to your ass. “okay then christopher, make it up to me.” you say as he gives you the signal to jump on him as he starts to kiss you, and oh was he a good kisser. “chris I need you now.” you whine as he nods placing you on your bed and slowly removing your shorts and panties. “already so wet for me baby? your fucking soaking.” he smirks pushing 2 fingers into you slowly causing you to arch and moan. “n-need more.” you say, obviously you can barely speak.

“you think you can take my cock already baby?” he says licking your folds. “y-yes oh my chris” you moan as he takes off his sweatpants revealing his huge cock basically slapping his stomach. he aligns his cock at your entrance and slowly puts the tip in. “I need you all baby please” you whine as he smiles and shoves into you at a fast pace. “HOLY SHIT CHRIS” you say as he goes in to kiss you, your tongues are fighting for dominance, and he takes your bra off revealing your beautiful tits. “these are fucking gorgeous.” he says taking your tit in his mouth. “mmmhhhhh” Is all you could say in response, you felt like you were in heaven I mean your eyes were literally rolling back. “mmm baby you take me so well” he pants. “this pussy was made just for me right? Right baby?” he says grabbing your chin. “mhmmmmmmmm” is all you could say. “I need words baby, otherwise I stop. “yes Christoper yes it was made just for y-you” you say as he continues at a fast pace thrusting in and out of you. “I’m about to cum baby, gonna fill you up” you nod in response as he knew you were already close. “come with me baby.” And that was it. You both hit your high and we’re moaning messes, he plopped right next to you giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“thank you baby” chris smiles kissing you.

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pretty short but give it some love guys! - a/n

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zyonsay · 5 months

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I got a new man on me, it's about to get sweaty LN4

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You spot Lando in the crowd at your concert and decide to take him to your hotel room

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Very suggestive, smut only indicated at the end

Now playing: "Escapism" by RAYE & 070 Shake

AN: Hey pookies, i got ripped a new one by a chemistry exam yesterday haha. Kill me.

Anyways! I've been listening to Ferrari Horses/Escapism a lot and i ALWAYS had this picture of Lando in my head while doing so! I hope y'all like this <3

The stage lights went out as you entered the stage with an elevator. As soon as you were situated, which had to be quickly, one singular spotlight shone onto you, as you chimed in.

“Sleezin n’ teasin’, im sittin’ on em. All of my diamonds are dripping on em.”

The crowd cheered at your appearance, you’d gained a lot of international attention in the last month or so. Numerous people attended your concert, though one very special person was standing in the front row.

Lando discovered your music not too long ago, but when he did it was the perfect match. He loved your voice; it was sweet and breathy but also sharp as a dagger. The base hits perfectly and your talent for lyricism fascinated him.

He watched each of your movements, enjoying your elegant and hot performance. He had to admit, you were very pretty and exactly his type, though he didn’t think it’d be very likely that he’d ever speak a word to you.

The brit could feel his cheeks heat up at the sight of you dancing around to the crowd’s roars. The black fabric of your top perfectly hugged every dip and curve and your low hanging pants showed off your beautiful hips and parts of your underwear.

“At least it’s the Prada two-piece that i’m trippin’ in.”

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“And I’m already acting like a dick, know what I mean?”

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“So, you might as well stick it in.”

The next thing that happened made Lando’s heart stop beating for a moment. You pointed at him, then at yourself and finally crossed your fingers. His knees felt like they were going to give in, and a very apparent grin spread across his face.

You had found your prey for the night, and he happily obliged.

Lando wasn’t quite sure what to do since he couldn’t just sneak backstage. So, he just stood around, waiting for you to appear and drag him to the nearest hotel. His mind was filled with images of you under him, on top of him, or kneeling before him. And then you were there, a sly smile on your face and an unknown glint in your eyes.

He escorted you to his 765LT Spider, making small talk and complimenting your performance. He was funny and sweet, but for the night you couldn’t care less, you just wanted to bring him back to your luxurious hotel room and fuck him.

As you guided him through the hotel lobby one of your hands snaked around his waist, causing him to quickly glance at you with a mischievous smile. While walking trough the corridors, towards your room, his hand landed on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You exhaled sharply; he was cheeky.

Just before you could open the door with your card, he spun you around and pressed you to the door. His lips caught yours in a feverish kiss and his hands started roaming, tugging slightly at the waistband of your bottoms. You groaned into the kiss, making him chuckle.

You then managed to pull out your card and unlock the door. Neither of you wanted to waste any time, so you were already peeling your clothes off. You helped him with his dress shirt, pulling it from him after opening all the buttons. You were barely left in your underpants when he threw you on the grey designer couch as if you were a Ragdoll. Lando left kisses all over your body, leaving hickey after hickey while massaging your inner thighs with his careful hands.

His mouth got closer and closer to your core while his hands had slipped under the back of your underwear to grope your ass.

“Take these off for me.”

#f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #gn reader #gay #f1 fanfic #male reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n

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cozage · 1 year

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Hi. How are you? Can I put in a request for Law x Corazon’s daughter? Corazon asks Law to take care of his wife and daughter (she is his age) if anything were to happen to him. After Corazon dies, Law finds them and stays with them before becoming a pirate and promises to visit. As the years go by, he falls for her and vice versa. Then after Dressrosa (which she helps them with), he asks her to join the crew.

A/N: Im great! anyway…Uhhhh yeah this got way long. I’m not mad about it. I hope it was worth the wait for you :) (you can also read it on AO3 if you dont like the tumblr format for long posts)

Characters: female reader x Law

Cw: sadness, abandonment, parent death

Total word count: 5.2k

A Lifetime Promise

You pout at the boy standing in front of you. “Who are you?”

Your mom squeezed your hand to silence you. “You must be Trafalgar Law,” She said, smiling at the boy. She seemed tense, like she’s scared of something.

“You have a funny hat,” you remark, looking at the spots. They matched his skin, which was patch-worked like the cows you had at home.

“You have a funny face,” he spits back, scowling at you.

You stick your tongue out at him, and your mother picks you up and holds you on her hip.

“Well, Law. Let’s get you settled into your new home.”

“What?!” you shriek, looking at your mother. “I don’t want him to live with us! He’s mean! And scary looking!”

“Quiet, Y/N!” Your mother hissed at you, squeezing you tighter to her. You could tell she was upset, but you weren’t entirely sure what you had done to make her so sad. So you kept quiet and let your mother lead the strange boy back to your house.

He stayed with you for a few years, and in that time you learned to coexist. You helped him study, and you were there when he got the last drop of lead poisoning out of his system. Both of you cried for the things you had lost and the things you had gained, and you learned to actually enjoy being around him and his friends.

You spent the summers roaming the forests with Law, Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo, and you spent the winter huddled together in front of a lowly lit fireplace, your mother serving you all hot chocolate. It was heaven in the North Blue Sea, and you never wanted it to end. You all would be together forever, you were certain.

“One week from now, we’re setting out.” He had acquired a small boat, big enough for four people. “We’re going to take on the Grand Line and I’m going to be King of the Pirates.”

“It’ll be a tight fit, but we can all fit I think,” you said, examining the boat. One more person wouldn’t be that much weight.

Law shot you a look, and the other members exchanged looks nervously. They had been anticipating an argument, but they weren’t expecting it to be in front of them.

“You’re not coming, Y/N-ya.”

You looked at him, trying to understand. Your goals have always been aligned. Go to the Grand Line and take down the Donquixote family. To take revenge for your father and for Law.

“A pirate's life is a man’s life. You wouldn’t fit in. We all talked about it, and you’re better off staying here. Where you’re safe.”

“I don’t want to be safe, Law,” you cried, your eyes filling with tears. “I want to be with you! We had plans!”

“Plans change.”

“You’re really going to leave me behind?” Your broken voice and bleary eyes were almost enough to change his mind.

“I never promised to take you with me,” he snapped. He tried to ignore the pain in his chest when you ran away crying, but the dull ache didn’t go away.

The coldness between the two of you was worse than any winter storm you had ever encountered. He said goodbye when he thought you were asleep, and you laid there silently without responding. It was easier for you both that way.

He didn’t return for another year, and when you saw the pirate flag the four of you had created now painted on a submarine, your heart soared.

“Law!” You screamed, jumping onto the deck as if it were second nature.

You leaped into his arms for a hug and he caught you, spinning you around with the momentum you both had gathered.

“I missed you,” he whispered, clutching you close to him.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Let me come with you this time!”

His hands gripped tighter against your back, grabbing fists of fabric from your cloth dress.

“Just kidding!” You say quickly, not wanting to pick up a year old fight. You scrunch your nose at him and your other three friends. “I bet you guys smell. So. Bad.”

Everyone laughs at that, and you pull away from Law nervously, hugging your other friends who you’ve missed just as much.

Their visit was short, but you made the most out of the two days they stayed in port. You showed them new restaurants, and revisited some of your old adventures, and explored the marketplace with Law to make dinner for your mom one night.

And when they left, you stood at the cliffside and waved until they were out of sight, praying their telescope wasn’t good enough to see the tears in your eyes.

It was three and a half years until Trafalgar Law came back to you, but it felt like a lifetime. You had learned to live with the pain of his absence, and tried your best to move on. But every time the light glimmered on the ocean, you could feel your heart calling out to him.

Law came quietly that time. He was surprised when he looked for you at your usual spots and you weren’t anywhere to be found. He wandered the streets with his crew - now 7 strong - searching for you.

“She’s down in the Trademark Hotel. She works the front desk now, dear,” an elderly woman at a stall said.

He tried not to quicken his pace, but everyone could feel his speed increase, and worked to match it. His new crew was desperate to see the girl he returned home to, and his old crew members missed your face.

He rushed in to see you standing at the desk, talking to a man who was dressed in a fancy suit. You laughed, and Law could feel his heart clench with joy at the sound of your voice. He couldn’t help but see a piece of Corazon in your smile now.

Your eyes slid over to the door to greet the new customers, and you screamed out upon realization of his identity, startling the man beside you.

“Law!” You jumped over the desk and he opened his arms for an embrace as you ran to him. He held you in his arms for just a moment before you pulled away, and he reluctantly let you go.

“Oh my god, this is perfect timing!” you squealed, running back to grab the man’s hand. “Jami, this is Law. You remember me talking about him, right?”

“Yeah…” the man eyed Law and his crew. “The pirate crew?”

You laughed. “And my best friend!”

“He’s more like your brother, isn’t he?” He smirked. “Since you were raised together.”

“We’re not siblings,” both you and Law said at the same time, and you laughed at your synchronicity, but Law’s eyes stayed fixed on the man.

Law frowned, looking between you and this stranger. He had his arm wrapped around your waist, and he was standing extremely close to you. It was clear you all were close, but Law had never seen him before. He was glaring at Law, as if he expected some sort of challenge from the pirate.

You took a deep breath, and then broke the news. “Law, this is my boyfriend, Jamison.”

Law’s eyes widened at the news. You were too preoccupied waving to Shachi and the others, but it was enough for Jamison to see his visible reaction.

“The three of us should have dinner tonight,” Jamison said, looking at Law with a smirk. “If you can leave your crew for that long.”

“No way! Everyone needs to come.” You pressed your hand against Jamison’s chest playfully, and Law felt something twist inside of him. “You have new people in your life too, Law. Introduce us!”

Law finally breaks his gaze from Jamison and looks at you, his jealousy melting away when he sees your smile. Things felt more normal when he looked at you and heard your voice.

“I’ll set up a reservation at the hotel restaurant for ten. Oh, and mom. So eleven. Does five o’clock sound okay?”

“Perfect.” He smiled back at you, and for a moment you were alone together in a crowded room.

Jamison cleared his throat, bringing you both back to the group. He looked at Law and his crew. “The dress code is a bit more…” he paused to scan the pirates. “...Formal. I hope you have nicer clothes available than those.”

Law frowns, and he sees you mimic his own facial expression in response to Jamison’s words. “I think the Trademark can make exceptions for distinguished guests.” you said sweetly.

“Darling,” the man hissed, squeezing your side causing you to flinch. “The Trademark has a reputation to uphold, don’t you think?”

Law resisted the urge to punch the man right then and there. If he stepped in now, you would only be angry about his interference. He knew he had to grit his teeth and let you handle it. He fully expected you to give some snarky remark back to Jamison and stand up for yourself and his crew. But the spunk he remembered you having seemed to have dissipated over the years, and your rebelling heart was more soft spoken than he remembered.

You offered a compromise instead of a fight. “Then we’ll go to Cordelia’s.”

“I don’t think Cordelia’s is the proper place for this occasion,” Jamison retaliated.

“Then don’t come.” Your voice was short and to the point, and Law could see the fire of defiance begin to relight in your eyes.

“Cordelia’s sounds lovely,” Law interjected quickly before the fight escalated too much. “Still five?”

You gave him a tight smile and a quick nod, and then broke from Jamiston’s hold to run and wrap your arms around Law’s neck again.

“It really is so good to see you again, Law.”

He held you tight for a moment, trying to remember the feeling of your body against his before he let go. “You too. See you at five,” he said, walking out the door.

When Law arrived at Cordelia’s, he noticed the table was only set for ten, but nobody in his crew commented on it. Law kept the seat next to him open, in hopes that you would take it rather than your snotty boyfriend. But as it turned out, he didn’t need to worry about it. Only you and your mother showed.

“Sorry I’m late!” you say, taking the seat beside Law without a second thought.

“You’re always late,” Law teased.

You waved him off, rolling your eyes at him. You leaned over so you could see his three new crew members. “I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m so sorry I didn’t officially introduce myself earlier! I was just so overwhelmed with seeing Law and Shachi and Penguin and Bepo!”

“She didn’t even acknowledge us earlier,” Penguin said under his breath, causing Law to shoot him a glare.

The rest of Law’s crew introduced themselves, and you spent a lot of time asking about them and their lives. Law could feel your nervous energy, like you were interviewing celebrities or famous royalty. You wanted to know everything about their lives and how they became a pirate, and by the time dessert rolled around, there was no time left to talk about yourself.

“Can I walk you back to your place?” Law asked as you got up from the table after the meal.

“Such a gentleman!” you gasped, feigning surprise. “Heart Pirate crew, it was lovely to meet you. Please come back anytime! You’re always welcome here.”

Law held out his arm and you grinned as you took it, overly dramatic in your actions. You walked down the cobblestoned streets in the moonlight, quiet for a while until Law broke the silence.

“No Jamison for dinner?” he questioned innocently.

You scowled. “I don’t want to talk about him,” you replied. “Jami always says Cordelia’s is our spot. He doesn’t like to share with other people.”

“He doesn’t seem like-”

“Law,” you warn, irritation creeping into your voice. “I really don’t want to talk about him right now.”

“Okay, fine.” He eyed you, but your face was completely unreadable. He wasn’t sure when he had lost the ability to read your emotions, but it saddened him now.

“Can we go to the harbor before you take me home?”

“Of course, Milady,” he said, ushering you towards the sea wall at the bottom of the hill.

You all sat on the wall, staring at the moon and its reflection against the ocean.

“Tell me a story, Law.” It was something you used to say when you were kids. On the nights one of you had such terrible nightmares that you woke up crying, and the other would crawl into bed with the other. You always begged him to make up some kind of story to get your mind off of things. He was a good storyteller.

He chuckled. “We’re a bit old for that, don’t you think?” He looked over at you, but your eyes were on the sea, deep in thought.

“Tell me a real story, then.”

He obliged, of course. He’d do anything for you. Keep her happy and keep her safe. That’s what Corazon had asked of Law when he was a child. A lifelong promise for the man who gave him a life worth living.

He told you the story of giant bees who hated humans, but loved Bepo’s fur. The crew had to make trades of honey for Bepos fur, and how it saved them from starvation and left Bepo half bald.

“That can’t be true!” you giggled, pushing him away from you. “Tell me a true story!”

“It’s true! I swear!” He said, smirking at you.

“Promise?” you looked up at him with wide eyes, desperately wanting to believe him.

He was about to respond, but your gaze distracted him. You all stared at each other for a few moments, hovering close to each other. Not touching, just out of reach.

“Take me to sail with you, Trafalgar Law,” you begged. “I won’t ask for anything ever again. Just take me with you.”

He desperately wanted to take you away from this island, from the man who claimed to love you and the mediocre job you worked. But he made a promise.

“I can’t,” he whispers, and you can hear the pain he's causing himself in rejecting you.

You pull away, breaking your eye contact with him to stare out into the sea. You want to cry, but no tears would come. You were expecting this response from him. You were expecting rejection from him. It still stung, but not as much as you were anticipating.

“Okay,” you say with a nod, pushing down your sadness. “I won’t ask you again.”

You rise to your feet, and turn your back to the ocean and your best friend, and walk into your house on the dock. Law didn’t even have time to beg you to stay before you had vanished into the night.

Law found your house the next morning with the help of a friend of yours. Of course, Jamison answered the door with that signature cocky sneer on his face.

“She’s not feeling well,” he said, glancing at the back room. “How about you try again tomorrow?”

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Law says, trying to push past the man. “I need to see her before we go.”

“I’ll send her your way if she’s feeling up to it, okay?” He starts to shut the door, but Law jams his foot into the opening to prevent it from closing completely.

“I need to see her.”

“No, you don’t,” Jamison said, kicking Law’s foot out of the doorway. “I don’t need my future wife being influenced by a bunch of pirates. Your presence is bad for her. You make her rude and disobedient.” He pauses to look out to the harbor, and his smirk returns. “You might want to hurry, it looks like some Navy ships got a tip about a notorious pirate crew on this island. Wouldn’t want you to get caught.”

Law looks to the harbor and finds 10 marine ships on the horizon, and he takes off towards his crew, cursing the coward you’re with.

“I’ll be back,” Law whispers into the air as he runs for his ship. “I promise.”

Law finally made it back to you two years later, praying that you wouldn’t be giving him another major life update when he found you again. He was terrified that he’d come back to you and you’d be engaged to that pompous ass - or even worse, married. He wanted you to be happy, but he knew you weren’t happy with that man.

The crew could sense his tenseness in the days leading up to the arrival on their home island. But nobody talked about it, until Shachi finally went into his office as they docked.

“Are you going to ask her this time?” He demanded. “You know she’ll say yes.”

“I don’t want her on the ship,” Law said. He didn’t even bother to look up from his book.

“Bullshit,” Shachi replied. “You have Ikkaku here now too. You can’t even use that stupid “No Girls Allowed” rule.”

Law didn’t respond. It had been what he told you years ago, and he had to admit he was a little nervous to see how you’d respond to seeing a woman on his crew.

“Captain,” Shachi said, walking over to his desk. “Ask her.”

Law finally looked up from his book. “I’ll consider it.”

When they docked, Law was the first off the ship. The others didn’t bother to follow him, they knew they’d see you soon enough.

He made a beeline for the Trademark, and was surprised to find that there had been a name change in the past year and a half.

It was now the Heart Hotel.

He walked into the lobby, but your smiling face wasn’t the one to greet him, and his heart sunk. A young woman sat at the front desk, but it wasn’t you.

“Hello, how can I help you today sir?” Her voice was high pitched and overenthusiastic, but Law couldn’t tell if she was genuine or not.

“I’m looking for Y/N.” Law said, looking around. “Does she still work here?”

The girl at the front desk laughed at his question, but Law didn’t understand why.

“Let me go get her. Please wait right here. What business do you have with her today?”

Law frowned, unsure how to answer the question. “Personal, I guess?”

The girl nodded and receded into a back room. A moment later he heard your voice cry out, and he relaxed a little bit.

“WHAT?!” He could hear quickened footsteps, and the door to the back rooms opened, revealing your frame.

He smiled when he saw you, but it was quickly erased when he saw your downward knitted brows and angry look on your face.

“Trafalgar Law!” you screeched, storming out to where he was standing. You pulled your hand back and swung it around, your palm hitting his cheek full force. Before Law had time to react, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to you, so your face was only centimeters away. You were shorter than him, but with this amount of rage, he couldn’t help but feel intimidated by you.

“Don’t you ever leave me without saying goodbye again!” You said, and he could see tears in your eyes. Your glare breaks, and you crumple into his chest and let out a sob.

“Why did you do that?” you cried. He wrapped his arms around you, and held you tight against him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding you tight. He didn’t make excuses or try to explain. It didn’t matter now. “I’m here now. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

You nod into his chest and pull away from him, viciously wiping the tears away with your hands.

“God look at me, I’m such a mess.” Your voice is still thick from crying. “Amanda, I’m going on break. If anyone needs me-”

“They won’t,” Amanda finishes, and you laugh at her response. Then she corrects herself with, “I know, I’ll call you on the transponder snail.”

“Looks like you’ve moved up a bit in the hotel,” Law states as you take his arm and lead him out the door.

Your laugh rings out, and Law feels his heart flutter in his chest. “I’m the owner now, thank you very much!”

“The owner?” he gasped, looking at you. Your chest is puffed out proudly and you’re carrying yourself with more confidence than the last time he saw you.

“Yep! You like the name?”

“I was wondering about that,” he mumbled, looking up at the top of the hotel, where name was proudly displayed.

You giggled again and bumped into him as you walked. “I missed you, Law.”

“I missed you too,” he said, bumping back into you. “You seem to be doing good for yourself.”

“Oh, I love running the hotel!” He can feel your excitement. “It’s something I didn’t even know I was good at, but it’s so fun! And the restaurant is interesting to work in too! It keeps me busy, but me and mom run it together and we work with local farmers and suppliers for everything in the restaurant and for the hotel.”

He listens to you ramble on about the intricacies of the business, and he feels his heart sink. He was going to ask you to come with him, to join him in his adventure. But he can’t pull you away from this life. He can’t pull you away from this happiness. He’s not so selfish that he would do that to you or your mother. He made a promise, and he would be breaking it by asking you to leave now.

When you finish talking about your new business, you both find yourselves at the door of your house on the dock.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask, pulling out your key. “I can make dinner for-your crew! How many are there now? I can make a reservation at the restaurant if you want!”

“There’s thirteen of us in total, but we still don’t have any fancy outfits, I’m afraid.”

You roll your eyes and open the door, trying to usher Law into the house. “The Heart Hotel isn’t as snobby under my new management. Table for 15, got it. Come on in.”

But Law kept standing outside. “Are you sure it’s okay with Jamison that I come in?”

You scowl, and you realize that he’s waiting for some kind of update on more than your professional life. He glances down at your hands, but there’s no sign of commitment around your fingers.

“That kind of crashed and burned.” Your tone indicates that you won’t be going into any further detail, but Law isn’t quite done with his questions.

“It looks like you came out on top, at least.” He walks into the house, looking around. It’s decorated similarly to the house you all grew up in, evident that only you and your mother were living in the space. “The hotel, the house…”

“Law.” Your voice told him he was getting into dangerous territory. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, flopping on the couch. He didn’t want to drop the conversation, but he could tell that he wouldn’t be getting any more information out of you at the moment.

You put out a snack tray, and called Amanda on the snail transponder. “Hey dear, could you put in a reservation for 15 please? 6 pm should be good, but we might be a little late.”

Amanda and you chatted briefly, and then you came back to the living room to sit across from Law.

“So, how’s the sea life treating you?”

He talked about his adventures, telling you about his three new members on the crew. He saw you tense at the mention of a female joining the crew, but you didn’t say anything. You just snacked on the cheese and crackers and listened to his stories quietly.

You desperately wanted to ask him to take you with him again, but you refrained. After the last time, where you begged him to go and then he left without saying goodbye, you promised not to ask anymore. And you would hold true to your promise, no matter how much it hurt to let him leave again.

Law left you to round up his crew, and you all met up again outside of the Heart Hotel. You could tell his crew adored their captain, and it was good to see your old friends and meet your new ones.

Dinner was delightful, and you could tell the chefs had put their entire soul into creating the meal for you all.

“It looks like you’ve got the best of the best working for you,” the crew complimented.

“Oh, they are! I love the creative liberty they take in each meal.” The more you talked, the more apparent it was that you loved the life you had built.

Shachi and Law exchanged a look, a sense of understanding passing through them.

“How long are you here for?” You finally asked after dessert was served.

“We’re actually pulling out tomorrow morning,” Law said, ignoring the look of shock from his crew. They had anticipated being in port for at least a few days.

“What?” Your spoon dropped out of your hand from the surprise. “So soon? I can put you up in-”

“That’s not necessary,” Law said, cutting you off. “I just wanted to stop by and say hello as we passed through.”

“I see,” you said carefully, trying to beat around the bush of the question you wanted to ask. “Are you heading to the Grand Line?”

“Not yet,” Law admitted. “We should be ready soon.”

“You’ll visit before you go for good, right?”

“Promise.”

He came back to find you a year and a half later. He had his mind set for the Grand Line, and he was finally going to ask you to come with him. You had to be by his side if he was going to succeed in being the King of the Pirates.

When he walked into the Heart Hotel, he saw Amanda, who didn’t seem surprised to see him at all.

“Trafalgar Law,” Amanda said with a sad smile on her face. “She said you’d come back.”

Her words raised the hair on his neck. They were ominous and foreboding, and she spoke as if she knew something he didn’t. She walked to the back and came out with a envelope, which she handed off to him.

“This was what she left you.”

“Where is she?” he demanded. His name was on the front of the envelope, the handwriting in your style. He felt sick to his stomach.

“I’m not sure,” Amanda said. “Off on some great adventure. There’s more in the note. You should read it.”

He walked down to the sea wall and sat, opening the letter to find out what happened to you. The date was marked 10 months after he had last visited.

Law,

Mom died this morning. She got sick a few weeks ago, and it all happened pretty fast. The doctors said she didn’t suffer much, and she passed peacefully in her sleep. So I guess there’s some comfort in that. I wish I could’ve told you another way. Maybe I’ll find you and we can talk about it face to face before you’re reading this.

I can’t stay here. Everywhere I look reminds me of you or her. This place I loved just feels dead now. Maybe I’ve outgrown it. Maybe I need something more.

The last time you were here, I was hoping you would ask me to join you. But I see now that you don’t want me to be a part of your crew for whatever reason. Don’t worry, I’m not angry about it. I understand that you want to live your own life, and I don’t hold that against you.

But I can’t wait around for you to brighten up my life every few years. I have to make my own adventure. So I’m heading off to be my own captain, going straight for the Grand Line. I’m going to do what we promised we’d do all those years ago. I’m going to go find my uncle and take revenge on my father. Some way or another.

I hope I’ll see you on the Grand Line. We’ll meet as Pirate Captains, but don’t take too long, or I’ll beat you to the One Piece.

See you soon.

Law shoved your note into his pocket and took off towards his crew. He wasn’t even sure if you had made it to the Grand Line, or how you would survive it long enough to get to Dressrosa.

“We need to go,” he yelled at the crew. “The Grand Line! Now!”

Shachi looked behind the captain, waiting to see you tagging along. But you didn’t appear. “Captain, where-”

“She left!” He yelled. “She went to the Grand Line already!”

“What?!” The crew yelled in unison.

He heard rumors of a one-woman ship in Alabasta, but there wasn’t much information besides that. And then, on Kite Rose Island, he heard that you had disappeared. People speculated if you had been killed by an enemy ship, or sold into slavery, or sunk into the ocean. Law got sick to his stomach whenever he thought about it.

But he still had a promise to fulfill. To take down Doflamingo. For you and for Corazon.

And he did. With the help of the Strawhat Pirates and some luck, he finally succeeded. And as he sat with Sengoku, he couldn’t help but bring up your name.

“Did you know he had a daughter?”

Sengoku raised his brow and smiled. “I kept tabs on her,” he said. “She came to Dressrosa about two years ago, and has been operating under the Donquixote family. I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

“She made it?” Law breathed out, unable to believe you had been here the whole time.

Sengoku laughed. “How do you think your friends were able to navigate the colosseum so easily to escape? Or that the Tontattas made it to Dressrosa so quickly? How do you think Princess Viola avoided detection of her betrayal for so long? She may not have been an inner family of Doflamingo, but she was high on his rank and extremely trusted. Any time you thought luck was on your side, I assure you it was her.”

Law struggled to stand, looking around for you over the cliffside.

“If I remember correctly, she was heading for the castle the last I saw her.”

He ran as fast as his feet would carry him. Even in his weakened state, he willed his body to stay upright to find you. His eyes desperately searched every face he saw, looking for your eyes, your smile. He had tried to abandon the hope that you were alive over the past three years since he found your letter, but it had never truly died.

Finally, he found you laughing with the purple-haired princess of Dressrosa. He called your name, and he saw you turn to him, scanning the faces until you met his eyes.

“Law!” You screamed. You abandoned Viola and took off towards him at full speed, tears streaming down your face.

He tried to brace himself for the impact he knew was coming, but it wasn’t enough, and the two of you tumbled onto the floor. He pulled you into his chest and refused to let you go, and you laid against him, sobbing.

“You did it,” you cried, getting tears and snot all over his coat.

“We did it,” he corrected. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”

You cried harder into his chest at his praise, and he stroked your hair gently. He didn’t care that the two of you were causing a giant scene in front of everyone. He blinked back tears of his own, relieved to know you were finally back in his arms and you were safe.

“Sail with me. Join my crew.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded in response.

“I’ll follow you anywhere captain,” you sobbed. “I promise.”

He pulled you closer to him, never wanting to let you go. “And I’ll never leave you alone. I promise.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #law x reader #law x y/n #cozage #✧˚law✧˚

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hana-no-seiiki · 6 months

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WUICK WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON YAN WRIOSTHELEY. Do you think he's delulu? Controlling? Doting? Lucid? PLEASE TELL ME

OKAI BESTIE I GOTCHU

THIS ASK IS SO OLD BUT I FIGURED THAT I MIGHT AS WELL SINCE I GOT HIM NOW

okay so this is just my opinion but yan wriothesley specifically (meaning not wri in general) pairs the best with someone who’s an absolute goddamn maniac. his complete opposite basically. someone morally questionable at best, downright evil at worst.

this is why i love writing him so much with kafka! reader because AUGH POLICEMAN/WARDEN x CRIMINAL/MAFIABOSS relationship trope will never get old ! ! !

He's incredibly controlling and values honesty. Which is why we want to fuck him over by giving him the exact opposite of that. This is true for most of my yan headcannons but im emphasizing it here.

This doesn’t mean reader has to be the absolute most heinous person out there by the way. I think it’ll be better if they’re more on the lawful evil side since he’s definitely horny for that - the type who’ll kill without a second thought just for money but would die before they disrespect an elder or god forbid hurt a kid.

You know his idle animation right? Some melusines tried getting away from their stickers being removed by having you personally make em but he ends up taking them off anyway. But when people look closely, the sticker doesn’t disintegrate like the ones that isnt made by you. He keeps them in a very safe place in his office.

He’s incredibly lucid but also doesn’t have much control over his feelings. I feel like he’s the type to get overwhelmed sometimes by how much he ‘loves’ you and ends up breaking someone else’s bones.

If we’re continuing the evil reader route he wouldn’t be as doting as he would be if you were nice.

But if you are a kind and morally upstanding person then he’ll shower you with credits and whatnot, assuming you’ll allow him to give you a few side jobs here and there. It’s nothing much, all you have to do is suck his cock or bend over his desk once in a while to let him have his way with you.

But yeah in summary yan! wriothesley is vv flexible in my opinion and would mostly depend on reader’s alignment since he’s a duke of a prison and all that.

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he’s just a switch like that ✨

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere core #yandere wriothesley #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact fic #genshin impact x you

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redrosesandcharmingsouls · 2 months

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Otto manages in some way to ''delude'' himself into thinking that Alicent would have wanted to marry her best friends's father ,become his queen and have his (male) heirs ,all of it while shes an anxious teenage girl who suffers from dermatillomania .Which is weird because Alicent clearly looks uncomfortable as he asks her to see Viserys .Actually ,the second time we see her asking her if she will see him she looks angry

In this scene Otto also asks her why she's biting her nails in such an obsessive way ,and he outright says that he doesnt understand why she is doing it ,after all why would she do it if she is the most comely lady of the realm?.

Otto doesnt realize that Alicent is anxious not only because she is like that by nature ,but because he's putting her in a difficult position ,not caring about her desires at all .And he thinks ,in a pretty sexist way ,that her being the most comely lady of the realm is a enough reason to make her stop .And what is worse is that when he said that he didnt do it out of malice ,he genuinely thought it that way with no intention of harm.He was probably encouraging her to stop of her own good.

That doesnt mean he is above weaponinzing things against Alicent ,such as her sexuality and her mother's memory .And ,horrific enough ,these two things go hand in hand i the first scene we see them alone

Her sexuality is a weapon for him because Otto can strictly control it and he is the one who will decide who she can share said sexuality with .Her mother's memory is a weapon because Alicent's mother was very dear to her .He straight up tells her to wear one of her mother's dressed ,one that is very bold for that matter.

Otto's also uses her mother's memory again in ep 9 (''you look so much like your mother in certain lights''),as he is desperately trying to get back into her good graces once its clear she is the one in charge between the two.She doesnt give in this time.

A thing about Otto and Alicent's dynamic is that ,not only he genuinely believes that he is doing something good for her ,there is a specific reason on why he completely misunderstands Alicent.

And i think the line ''Our heart are one'' explains it perfectly.

Otto cant see Alicent outside her daughterhood ,he cant understand that she has a mind of her own .Thats why he gets so baffled when she speaks her mind and her plans do not align with his (ep 3 ,ep 4 ,ep 5 ,ep9).And (dont you dare think im blaming her im explaining his pov)Alicent always strives to be dutiful and sacrificial at all costs ,so obviously she obeys her dad (the man who has a lot of power over her in a fantasy medieval setting).And she also loves him and doesnt wanna disappoint him !.And so Otto gets used to the fact that ,even as a 35 adult woman with lots of experiences ,she will always obey him and their plans and ideas will always align .

Alicent is essentially a character who lost her sense of personhood because as a teenager she is put in situations where she is forced to serve and to always take care of others ,who take advantage of her dutiful persona ,and she never actually gets used to the idea that her feelings and desires matter .

And Otto is the first one who takes advantage of that ,he is the one who used her ''a piece to move across the board''.And that shapes her .

Now that doesnt mean he doesnt care for her ,he does love her in his own way.

But people have already explained why he actually loves her .What im trying to say is that Otto's failing to see(not even understand but see) Alicent shapes her and her dynamic ,and ,in the consequence ,the story.

#alicent hightower #hotd #house of the dragon #team green #otto hightower #alicent and otto #otto and alicent #Hotd meta

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rez-urrection · 3 months

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I saw someone else on here saying how Rick needs someone with a different moral compass to go with him on adventures because otherwise it'd be an echo chamber of bad decisions, and thats why he brings Morty (very outspoken against him) rather than Summer (very often outspoken against him, however very much aligns with his violent impulses)

and I agreed with that, however I wanted to add my own theory as to why he brings only Morty, which kind of goes along with theirs.

I lost their post/url so I dont know who it is who posted that, but if I find it ill reblog with a link to their post, or if one of you find it youre welcome to do that for me !!

okay, so. it seems to me that another reason Rick would take Morty most times and not usually Summer is not only because Summer is more likely to become a moral echo chamber, but because Morty is the most likely in the family to not end up another Rick.

let me explain what I mean:

Rick has witnessed the citadel and how that ended up, he's implied to have witnessed the deaths of so many people (not just Ricks) for being too confident in their smarts. he knows that his life style kind of ruins you if youre as smart as he is because you start getting to know that you are.

this won't happen with Morty.

Morty is a lot of things; resourceful, highly adaptive, good in combat (when he can be), quick on his feet and passionate. but one thing he isnt, is like Rick.

Morty gets none of his traits from Beth or Rick. he isnt inhumanely smart (in fact its canon that he's quite the opposite), he isnt predisposed to being cold and uncaring, he isnt as impulsive (he still is, just not as much), the list goes on.

not only are Summer and Beth predisposed to end up like Rick, they have, on many occasions, acted exactly how Rick would've acted in situations. and to me, it seems like that scares him.

Morty however is very different to Rick, and Rick knows that very few Mortys ever end up even a fraction of the man he is.

Mortys are not predisposed to end up cold and uncaring, in fact Mortys are predisposed to be the exact opposite. Mortys are "hardwired for forgiveness." theyre empathetic, loving, forgiving. Mortys rarely harden into the kind of person Rick is, or the kind of person Summer and Beth would be.

Morty is the obvious answer to who Rick should rely on - he'll never be bad. Morty is good at his core. at least most of them are, of course just like there's outlier Ricks (c-137 himself), there's outlier Mortys, but as a general statement, Mortys are good at their core.

kind of off topic, but I also beleive that c-137 is good at his core.

let me explain.

he is, by admission, a different kind of Rick. he wanted to stay home, to be there for the girls, he was even willing to give up his dream of science just to be there for him.

when they died, so did a part of him.

he lost the love of his life, and he lost his daughter. he lost his perfect little family.

and what did he do ? go insane trying to find the person who did this to him, and get rid of them.

the things he did on the way were kind of a "in the grand scheme of things" type of situation.

again another blog already said this (here) (hopefully that worked), but when Prime said he c-137 could've been him- he already was. he was in the exact same situation that Prime was. he offered someone infinity, and they rejected it. but instead of going the way Prime did, which was killing the people around Bird Person to force him to travel infinity anyways, he just moved on. he got upset at first and tossed some weak insults, but he moved on. because, as the above post says, its not that big of a deal. it wasn't the end of the world for him.

now, im not saying c-137 has never done anything wrong. hes done a lot of things wrong. what I am saying is he's good at his core; his goal was never and still isn't just to hurt people. his goal is revenge and in his eyes, its a ticking time bomb. anyone in his way has to be swiftly dealt with because he's running out of time.

also - of course he can't show how much he loves Morty. he doesnt know if Prime is still watching him, but he does know that the Omega Device could very well still be on operation, and he finds out he was correct in this assumption in Ultmortricken.

if he had shown his love for Morty often at all, who knows what Prime would've done with that information.

#goodness fucking gravy this got ranty #i love rick and morty can you tell #rick and morty #rick sanchez #r&m #rnm #c-137 #c-137 obviously #bird person #rbp #anyways rick and bird person 100 years #beth smith #beth sanchez #jerry smith #summer smith #morty smith #rick c137 #morty prime

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dragonskulls · 1 year

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ok but what if instead of being a bobots they were a kitty cats 🤯

ok so um. yeah. basically tfp warrior cats au of an au (im changing events too here fuck canon; as well as some characterizations). i'll designing the other characters too and maybe give bits of the story im giving it. giggles. Also i haven't read warriors in years i only got to half of the second arc lmao

but anyways this is still on early construction but what i have is that there was this massive as shit colony of cats living in a huge ass territory and idk there was something like the inequality in canon (i haven't read the Aligned books so im making this up on the fly) and yadda yadda war happens tons of cats leave even more die and the territories get ravaged, probably there was a wildfire that was the final nail on the coffin for the old territories (cybertron). The main story would take place in a run down abandoned city where resources are very scarce (which would be earth, also humans sorta disappear here lol) where the brightsparks (autobots) are hiding from the shatterclaws (decepticons) while looking for ways to restore the old territories as well as a stronger connection with Goldenspark (primus) and instead of tech maybe its like,,, starclan magic or something lmao. the humans are mini rats here and are in danger from the shatterclaws just like, killing them or something idk (also also the humans here are NOT up to scale they'd be a bit smaller compared to the drawings here). so some quick stuff:

-shriekingsky is starscream (i wouldve kept the original name but it wouldve ended up being Starstar) who's the traitorous deputy of the shatteredclaws

-shatteredstar is megatron. no one likes him. he made a pact with the devil (unicron for whom i have yet to come up with a name) in an attempt to use the dead souls in the dark forest as pawns for his faction or something and also to get the nine lives (but evil and fucked up)

-crimsonstrike is knockout. medic of the shatteredclaws and while being on their side isn't particularly loyal to shatteredstar. he and shriekingsky were the equivalent of highschool mean girls as apprentices bc i thought that would be funny

-brokenstone is breakdown. originally part of the brightsparks, but something something happened that made him not really trust them anymore, that plus probably crimsonstrike accidentally helping him out caused him to switch sides

-owlglare is ratchet. goofy ass eyebrows. really REALLY wants to restore the old territories, which causes some slight conflict with the others who also want to protect the city (bc of the mice as well as other rogue cats i dont know yet)

-sparkstar is optimus. god damn i struggled so bad with his design. you know him.

-bumblepaw is bumblebee i couldnt bring myself to change his name. he's a baby sparkstar found in the trash. like in canon he wants to get his warrior name back home so hes keeping the apprentice one for now

-the rats the humans. most of the population dont know about the cats and if they did they'd probably panic a whole lot. these had me looking up rat color morphs

#transformers #tfp #maccadam #catformers #starscream #megatron #knockout #breakdown #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #jack darby #june darby #miko nakadai #raf esquivel #agent fowler #GAW DAMN. sorry for being cringe it will happen again etc etc

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