Forgot to share this, but finished this Maki-piece just in time for Shoppu!
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@arlecchinoftl
Forgot to share this, but finished this Maki-piece just in time for Shoppu!
i hate the way fat antagonists have their weight moralized and used as a metaphor for greed and corruption and i hate the way it's overcorrected into fat people being "soft squishy friend-shaped cupcakes who look like they give incredible hugs" and i long for the day we have nuanced, interesting, and complicated fat characters and most of all i long for the day people are normal about fatness
Me after the slightest inconvenience in life:
okay so i was just thinking, about varka x reader.
But the reader is a really determined person, who ou could sacrifice everything to accomplish her ambitions even gamble hers and peoples lives, dosent care about making her friends worried because she just accepte the fact that she's a selfish bitch and they know it. Her gaze is just full of determination and that's exactly how she got her Pyro vision, because she's a really desperately determined person.
She kinda give a Eren (Attack on titan), Clare (Claymore) and Shinobu (Demon Slayer) vibe.
PLEASE PEOPLE TELL ME YāALL GET IT PLEASSEEEE.
I don't really know how to explain its like a amotional obsession with determination. Like a deep emotionally expressed character who is still so determined that its contradictory.
VROOO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EXPRESS MY SELF ON THIS BUT I REALLY NEED YALL TO UNDERSTAND OR ILL EXPLODE.
Monoma: can I come over
Shinso: yeah sure
Monoma: did you tell your dads
Shinso: yeah it's fine
Aizawa and Yamada: we are the dads. Hitoshi did not tell us. Monoma is at our house every single day. We get worried when he isn't. He's pretty much part of the family.
I Want You(r Last Name) ā Shanks
Shanks x Wife! Pirate! Reader
Author Note: Adding onto this idea from @arlecchinoftl where Shanks would take the last name of his wife (pls lmk if you want me to take this down). Emily is right Shanks IS a daddy.
Summary: You might not be married in the eyes of the law, but that doesnāt stop Shanks from changing his name.
Warnings: Pure fluff, hardly any cursing
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Song: My Love Mine All Mine ā Mitski
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The ceremony was small, just you two and the crew. Venue set up on the main deck of the Red Force, out in the middle of the ocean.
And you wouldnāt have it any other way.
Yasopp was the āflower girlā, Hongo was the ring bearer, Lucky Roux walked you down the aisle, Benn officiated the wedding, and Shanks?
He cried the moment he saw you.
The dress wasnāt extravagant. Hell, it wasnāt even a dress. Benn had forced you to buy at least something white for the ceremony.
You exchanged vows, placing the rings on the others finger; granted Shanks was missing the proper hand (and arm), the ring fit perfectly. Finally you two kissed, and the whole crew erupted. Shanks carried you down the aisle. You had no idea how, but you were carried bridal style with his one arm wrapped securely around you.
The whole crew was celebrating, everyone had drinks in their hands. Everyone except your now husband, which is very uncharacteristic of him. You took your place beside him, running your hand through his hair, āEverything alright, love?ā You asked.
Shanks leaned into your touch, humming. āI need to talk to you about something.ā He slowly stood, extending his hand out to you. You took it, and he brushed his thumb over the ring on your finger, smiling to himself.
Yasopp whispered something to Lucky Roux, who started to whistle, āAlready off to honeymoon, Cap?!ā He called, words slurring. Shanks chuckled, āSomething like that.ā He glanced to you, winking. You could feel your cheeks flush.
Sure, Shanks was a flirt. But surely he couldnāt be this eager, right?
Shanks led you to your shared cabin, hand still gently holding yours; only letting go to open the door. He led you to the bed, sitting on the edge, you right beside him.
There was a comfortable silence, you took in every little detail of Shanksā face, the scars on his eye, the scruff on his chin, the way he slicked his hair back to look at least somewhat presentable.
You were snapped out of your daze when Shanks put his hand on your thigh. ā(Name),ā his voice was soft, unsure, which was also unlike him. āYou know of my past. Of what the name I was burdened with means,ā his eyes were trained to the floor boards, āI donāt want this name to haunt me, or you, or any little demon we conjure in the future,ā Shanks smiled, finally looking up at you.
āI want to have your last name.ā
Your heart rate sped up, hammering against your ribs. He wants your last name? For a moment, your voice failed you. Youād never expect him to ask you this.
āOf course.ā
You finally answered. You raised your hand, brushing your knuckles against his cheek, Shanks raised his hand to hold yours in place on his face.
āShanks (Your Last Name)ā¦ā you tested it out, kissed his cheek. Then you laughed. The only melody that Shanks wanted to hear, āAnd whatsā so funny?ā He questioned. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, āNothinā. Itās justā¦ā you took in a deep breath of his scent, sea salt and wood, āitās perfect.ā
You two spent the rest of the night together, wrapped in each other, talking of the future, kisses peppered over one another. Youād decided to tell the crew of the decision in the morning, while they were healing from their hang overs.
Shanks fell asleep before you, you caressed his chest, placing gentle kisses over the rough skin. You loved your husband. You loved that he felt comfortable enough to abandon his birth name to take yours.
You wouldnāt trade this for the world.
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Have a great morning/day/night!!
okay guys HEAR ME OUT.
Shanks would SOOO take his wife's last name.
this man would say "im not a figarland anymore, i took my wife's name, its [ur last name] now.
i think it's hot.
A woman doesn't need to cook for her man. If you're hungry, eat her pussy or go hunt
-Varka, probably
YOU ALL HEARD VARKS'S DRINKING VOICE LINE
THAT MAN IS A DESPERATE KISSER
pov: finding a masterpiece that focuses on his actual personality instead of just fandom bait.
asdfmovie16 was awesome
giving my king a head trust.
I lOVE HIS THICK EYEBROWS
BRO THIS MAN LOOK SO SO FINE.
one piece x attack on titan reader
Why isn't anyone writing about a crossover between Attack on Titan and One Piece? I'd like the reader to be Eren's sister, who kills her brother and then, after the rumbling, moves to another island where she meets the One Piece characters. I'd like the Titans to be an experiment or a whim of the World Government, Grisha was a scientist for the World Government, and the Eldians are connected to Nika. The reader could then be part of either a crew, and in my opinion, only the Straw Hats or Shanks, depending on how old she is. Or maybe the reader has the same backstory as Levi Ackerman, and the Ackermans can bond with either someone with a D or a Celestial Dragon, but having an Ackerman is essential to finding the One Piece.
Destroy everything.
āhey what e-book are you reading there?ā
A Captainās Silence
Shanks x Fem!Reader
Summary : Shanks was feeling heavy tonight. He didnāt want to be alone.
Warning : Spoiler Manga Chapter 1171, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Suppression, Silent Crying, Emotional Vulnerability, Guilt, Self-Hatred, Unspoken Feelings, Mentions of Past Death, Canon-Typical Violence.
Note : Okay everyone, thats my first time writing. Sorry for any mistakes, english isn't my first language, feel free to correct me in the comments. So I was literally crying in my bed and then for some unknown reason I thought about the last chapter of One Piece and this One Shot idea just popped into my head. 𤣠Anyways, enjoy reading. š«¶
One evening on the Red Force, Shanks was lying on his bed. His cabin seemed more uninhabitable than usual, and his heart felt strangely heavy in his chest.
With his hand behind his head and his gaze fixed on the wooden ceiling of his cabin, nothing stirred but the sound of water striking the hull.
At this late hour, Yassop was probably up in the crowās nest, keeping watch. Knowing him, heād likely dozed off by now. Shanks hesitated, wondering if he should take his place. He sighed, got up, and stepped out of his cabin, forgetting his cloak, deciding to walk the deck instead, hoping the night air might ease the weight pressing on his chest.
As he walked down the corridor, the wooden floor creaked softly beneath his steps. He paused, eyes lingering on [Y/n]ās cabin door. She was probably asleep by now,and still, he wanted to try.
He stepped up to the door and knocked softly. After a few seconds, he cracked it open and peeked inside.
ā [Y/n]?
he whispered.
No answer.
He cursed himself silently, feeling ridiculous, and started to pull the door shut.
ā Shanks..?
A sleepy voice echoed through the dim room.
Shanks pushed the door open a little wider, whispering again.
ā [Y/n]...
He heard her shift under the covers, saw her shadowy silhouette lift her head slightly.
ā Why are you up so late? What do you want?
She asked, her voice low and groggy.
Shanks hesitated for a moment before answering.
ā Can I stay with you?
ā Stay with me?
There was a hint of irritation in her voice, still heavy with sleep.
ā I couldnāt sleep... not alone...
The words hung in the air for a moment.
ā Oh... fine. Just donāt wake me up again.
Her voice was calmer this time, softer, more understanding.
A low, breathy laugh escaped Shanks as he stepped inside and gently closed the door behind him.
And just like that, he was lying on one side of the bed. Flat on his back, eyes on the ceiling, faintly lit by the moonlight spilling through the porthole.
Beside him, [Y/n] had her back turned, perfectly still, probably already drifting off again.
Shanks let out a quiet sigh, silently cursing himself for waking [Y/n] up and for climbing into her bed on top of that. The whole thing felt ridiculous. All this⦠just because he didnāt want to be alone? Or maybe he was looking for comfort.
His gaze drifted into the dark, unfocused, until he heard [Y/n] shift beside him. The soft rustle of sheets made him turn his head.
She rolled over to face him. They couldnāt see each other clearly in the dim light, but Shanks could tell, her eyes were open.
ā Sorry... this is kinda weird.
Shanks said, with that usual tone of his.
ā Whatās going on with you, huh?
Her voice was calm, almost concerned.
[Y/n] lifted a hand toward his face. Her fingers bumped into his chin by accident, misjudging the distance in the dark. Then slowly, her hand moved up, brushing over the faint stubble on his jaw, then to his cheek, her thumb gently stroking it.
Shanks let himself be carried away, the atmosphere around them had shifted, grown quieter, closer.
ā Nothing... nothing at all...
He murmured, his voice tired.
But deep down, guilt tugged at him. Sadness, too. Memories of when he was younger, back when he still had his left arm, back when Harald was still alive.
Fourteen years ago, and it still weighed on him. That time in his life when he used to curse his birth. Or maybe... he still does.
His heart felt heavy, but he couldnāt show it. The moment [Y/n]ās hand touched his cheek, his body relaxed. His features softened, no furrowed brow, no clenched jaw.
A single tear slipped down, tracing the bridge of his nose before soaking into the pillow. [Y/n] caught the glint of it in the moonlight, just for a second.
And when she realized Shanks had let that first tear fall, she raised her hand a little higher, gently wiping the scarred corner of his eye.
ā Shanks... talk to me...
This time, the tears came more freely. His eyes welled up, and he couldnāt stop it.
He felt heavy, yes, but strangely, he also felt... safe. Confortable.
His crying was quiet, almost soundless. When he sniffled, [Y/n] didnāt hesitate. She sat up against the headboard and gently pulled his head into her arms. One hand wiped at his tears, the other threaded softly through his red hair.
Shanks reached up with his one hand and held her forearm, not to push her away, just to hold on.
Bit by bit, Shanksās sobs began to quiet. The tears didnāt stop, but they no longer came in waves. One of [Y/n]ās hands slipped from his cheek, reaching toward the nightstand.
Shanksās voice came almost immediately, rough and a little shaky.
ā Donāt light the candle.
[Y/n] froze mid-motion, then let out a soft sigh and brought her hand back to his face, gently wiping away the last of his tears.
ā Are you sure you donāt want to talk about it?
She asked, worried.
ā I just want to sleep...
He answered, voice steadier now.
After a while, still lying in the same position, [Y/n] reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover them both. And as Shanks slowly began to drift off, his head resting in [Y/n]ās arms, she pressed a soft kiss on the top of his head and whispered :
ā Donāt keep it all to yourself, captain...
The next day, Shanks was the same as always. Drinking from morning till night, laughing too loud, carrying himself with that same easy swagger, the image of a strong, unshakable captain.
But [Y/n] still hoped that one day, heād let her in.
I feel like at least half of my problems would be solved by Sabo patting my head and calling me a good girl š®āšØ