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[bebetevaobora]

Personal blog, even though I don't talk much— ao3 if you want

I'm not very active when it comes to posting, I procrastinate a bit, I always need a very strong inspiration to write even the smallest thing... I hope you feel comfortable here!!

[bebetevaobora]

Will you hate me if I say that this last chapter is heading towards something extremely boring? Look, I love One Piece with all my heart (I devoured over 1000 chapters in a month) but I can't say... it didn't evoke any feeling reading this week's chapter. Honestly, the only thing that crossed my mind was "wow, Luffy got hurt in a beautiful parallel to the beginning of the story, exciting" anyway, I just wanted to share this here because talking to my mom about it wasn't enough. Everything that was once just a premise for the chaos of the lost century, Imu and Joyboy... how boring.

[dingus-dweeb]

[kenntoria-deactivated20250831]

synopsis ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ nanami accidentally finds your small, anxious-but-sincere vlogs and quietly falls for you through the screen. and when you meet, he becomes a gentle, faceless presence behind the camera—helping you grow, and loving you all the while.

tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ this was so fun to write

nanami doesn’t really use youtube. it’s too loud, too cluttered, too full of people trying too hard. he’s more of a quiet reader or podcast listener—he likes his content slow and thoughtful. but sometimes, during quiet lunch breaks or sleepless nights, he finds himself scrolling, searching for something simple to fill the silence.

the first time he sees your face, he skips the video. it’s nothing personal. the thumbnail just seems… ordinary. a soft smile, a blurry background of what looks like a street food stall, and a simple title: “trying something new today (๑•́‿•̀๑)”. he doesn’t think much of it.

but youtube, in all its persistence, keeps putting you in his recommendations.

every few days, your face reappears. new title. new blurry background. another small smile. there’s something oddly comforting about it, even if he hasn’t clicked yet. eventually, curiosity wins. one night, half-asleep and curled up on his couch, he taps on a thumbnail without thinking.

the video is quiet. not silent, but there’s no obnoxious background music or jump cuts. just you. talking a little nervously to the camera, explaining how you’ve never tried this kind of food before, how it makes you anxious to eat alone in public but you’re doing it anyway, for yourself. you pause a lot. laugh at yourself. your editing is minimal—sometimes you just leave long clips in where you sit there silently, debating the next bite.

and nanami… stays.

he doesn’t mean to. he thinks he’ll just let the video play in the background while he dozes off. but he finds himself watching. then clicking on another one. and another. you talk to the camera like it’s a friend. you say things like “i know no one’s really watching this, but…” and “this was scary for me, but i’m proud of myself anyway.”

there’s no performance. no show. just you, trying. trying to live a little braver. trying to make the world a little softer for yourself. and even though your videos have only a few thousand views at most, and a comment section with maybe ten or twenty kind words, nanami can tell you read every single one. you reply with gratitude and sincerity. you sign your replies with hearts and “thank you for watching!!” even when someone just says “nice vid :)”.

he doesn’t comment for a long time. he watches quietly, always late at night, a silent companion to your small adventures. his favorite video becomes one where you try to bike through a park trail you’ve never been on before. the camera shakes the entire time, the sky is gray, and you end up getting rained on halfway through. soaked and breathless, you laugh and say, “this was a disaster. but i don’t regret it.” and something about that sticks in his chest.

he comments on a video one day. it’s short, awkwardly formal:

“i admire your courage to keep stepping outside your comfort zone. thank you for sharing.”

a few hours later, you reply.

“thank you so much!!! i get really nervous about posting sometimes so this means a lot ;; i’m trying my best!! ♡”

nanami reads that reply more times than he’d like to admit.

—

he doesn’t think he’ll ever meet you. you feel like a little glowing orb in his private world. something precious that lives on his phone, just a click away, not real, not tangible.

but then, he’s at a weekend market. the kind of place you’d probably vlog, actually. he’s just there to buy fresh bread, enjoy the quiet, maybe grab a coffee. he’s walking past a stand selling handmade keychains when he hears a familiar voice.

soft. a little unsure. asking for the price of something.

he turns.

and you’re there.

you look just like your videos—maybe a little shorter, bundled in a cardigan despite the warmth, your bag too big for your frame, holding a small camera that’s not even recording. your hair’s a little messy. your eyes bright, darting around nervously. you’re alone.

and suddenly, nanami is nervous in a way he hasn’t been in years.

he debates not saying anything. he could let this pass. keep you as a digital secret. but then you glance in his direction, and smile—just polite, a brief flicker of recognition for another passerby—and nanami finds himself stepping forward before his brain catches up.

“…excuse me,” he says, and your eyes widen a little.

“yes?” you ask, voice soft.

“i’ve… watched your videos,” he says, and you freeze for a second. “they mean a lot to me.”

you blink. your mouth opens a little in surprise, then closes. and then you smile.

“really?” you say, a little breathless. “you… you actually watch them?”

“yes,” he says simply. “i think you’re brave.”

your hand flies up to your mouth, eyes darting away. “oh my god,” you mumble. “that’s—thank you. that’s so nice. i didn’t think anyone recognized me. my channel’s tiny.”

“doesn’t change the impact,” he says, and it’s honest. the way he always is.

you talk for a while after that. awkwardly at first—your nerves, his reserved nature—but slowly, something soft and lovely builds in the air between you. you laugh a lot, mostly just nervous. he listens a lot, mostly because that’s just the way he is. he tells you his name is kento. you tell him you were scared to even leave the house today, but you’re glad you did. he smiles.

before you part ways, you ask, very shyly, if he’d be okay with you filming just a little. not his face, of course—just his voice, his presence. he agrees.

that night, a new video goes up.

“a tiny adventure at the weekend market ✿ i made a new friend today…”

nanami watches it from his bed, and when his offscreen voice appears—gentle, amused, offering to carry your bag for you—his heart does something strange in his chest.

—

the first time nanami appears in a vlog, it’s his hand passing you a coffee.

you call him “a friend i made recently,” and giggle when he corrects your pronunciation of a pastry. he’s never shown — not fully. a shoulder here. the back of his head. your viewers are very curious. you just smile, almost bashful, and say, “he’s camera-shy, but he’s very sweet.”

you start mentioning him more in your vlogs. he’s still off-screen, but you’ll glance his way and smile. say something like “he helped me set this up,” or “he picked this place,” or just “he’s here with me.”

you don’t have to say his name. he stays a faceless figure in your videos. your viewers start to notice something more.

you never confirm anything. you just smile, cheeks pink, and say, “he’s really sweet. i’m lucky.”

nanami doesn’t need the spotlight. he’s happy to carry your bag, offer a steady hand when you’re nervous, and hold the camera when you want to capture something new. he’s happy to be the one encouraging you behind the scenes, whispering that you’re doing great when you doubt yourself.

you film together more and more. he goes with you to bookstores, little food stalls, quiet museums. he carries your tripod. holds your coat. gives you gentle encouragement when you freeze up in public and smile too hard when it’s over.

he falls in love with you quietly. over time. he doesn’t say it at first. he lets it bloom through little gestures — buying the tea you liked, learning how to edit videos just to help you with cuts, leaving voice notes when you’re too anxious to leave the house. he listens. he supports. he stays.

and he’s happiest when, in a quiet clip near the end of a video, you look off-camera and say, “i think i’m a little less scared of the world lately.”

he squeezes your hand off-screen. you smile at the touch.

and your viewers never hear the softest part—how, when the camera stops recording, you lean into his side and whisper, “thank you for finding me.”

nanami, who never believed in fate or chance or algorithms, just kisses your cheek and replies, “thank you for being found.”

[befikra]

i bet it feels good to be an underwater plant just swaying in sync with the flow of water

[befikra]

[bebetevaobora]

Seriously, I wish the whole of Argentina would explode right now

[mindiposa]

La Familia Gol.

[amazingeurus]

闺闺们。。。

[bebetevaobora]

FIGARLAND SHAMROCK X FEM!READER wc:653!!!

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It began with remarkable subtlety, much like a sunrise that can be breathtaking before, hours later, giving way to a devastating storm.

Shamrock had been innocent — a lovestruck fool.

Your invitation to him to spend the night at your house had not gone unnoticed by Jade, the cat. Your little gremlin watched you pace around the bedroom, carefully getting ready in all those tiny ways that reflected the affection she had grown accustomed to ever since you adopted her. Her large, fluffy body rested atop a pink cotton cushion on your vanity, made especially for her.

Jade yawned, blinked slowly, and lowered her head with the quiet resignation reserved for emperors exhausted by their own grand empires.

The little cat trusted that you would never do anything to upset her, because that was the unspoken language shared between mother and daughter. No one was allowed to disturb the peace of their home. Jade would make sure of that.

Much to her displeasure, however, there was a fool for everything.

She neither hid, nor avoided him, nor did she approach. Instead, she observed every interaction from a safe distance, and within only a few minutes, she had already reached her verdict on the man — as she always did with anyone who stepped into your life.

He was nothing more than a stray dog ​​from Mary Geoise.

The mutual dislike had been expected. You had warned him beforehand that your cat — your adorable little princess — could be excessively protective. Shamrock, however, would have described the situation very differently. From his perspective, he was simply an ignorant outsider, an explorer trespassing upon territory that already belonged to someone else. And that someone else was an overweight, greedy, jealous cat beyond human comprehension. The Commander had a vague understanding that, for your sake, the wicked little creature would be perfectly willing to spill blood.

Their endless clashes eventually brought them to a point where one of them would have to give in, because you would never tolerate fighting — even if it happened when you weren't looking.

The Commander tried — emphasis on tried — to be diplomatic, and, in a way, even resorted to a little bribery. He brought toys, custom-made clothes, expensive treats from time to time, and the determination of a man seeking the approval of the woman he loved.

And with her little paws dangling lazily in the air, Jade stared at him with utter smugness, as though he were merely one more fool who had tried before and failed miserably.

Then came one particular morning, when the sun struggled to pierce the heavy curtains with rays like threads of gold. Shamrock slept peacefully, one protective hand resting against your back beneath the comforter that covered him up to his shoulders, finally getting the proper rest he had long neglected because of his duties.

Digging her claws into him out of pure spite, Jade appeared perched atop his back. There was curiosity in her eyes — a silent question of whether Shamrock truly needed to remain alive.

She had been sitting there for several minutes already, thoroughly bored, patiently waiting for the man to have the decency to disappear so she could wake you herself with soft, adorable meows — something he had absolutely no right to witness firsthand.

When he finally stirred, feeling an unusual weight pressing against his lower back, he turned just enough — still sleepy and therefore half-blind — to identify the threat.

What followed was an intense exchange of stares, the very same kind Shamrock reserved for his targets and sworn enemies.

And yet, perhaps it was the absurdly early hour, or the sweet scent lingering in your sheets, or the comforting warmth he felt simply by lying beside you, but Shams did what any wise man in his position would have done...

He gave up.

Letting his head fall back onto the pillow once more.

Which the smug cat naturally interpreted as a victory, padding even closer before curling up against her enemy's exposed shoulder.

notes: I'm taking this from drafts without much revision. If you liked it, know that I'm sending you a kiss. If you didn't like it: I'll be sending you a kiss on the mouth 🤭🤭

[mazeeque]

eepy duke and damian ft alfred for @spinninggaround via @dcforgaza

[bakugoubaby]

Someone slides up on pro hero Dynamite's live and asks what his skincare routine is.

"What's my skincare routine?" He pauses for a second and looks at you in your tiny pink lace slip dress putting dishes away. It has cute sakura flowers adorning your chest, holding it up nice and pretty.

"My girl sits on my face every morning n night, next question."

"Katsuki!"

[bebetevaobora]

I really want to write soooo bad about something (ANYTHING!!!!!) But then I look at the screen and get completely lost T^T

[bebetevaobora]

Dealing with Sanji sticking two fingers in his mouth and watching the magic happen

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you don’t have to be useful to deserve love!! you don’t have to be anything but you to deserve love!!!

[scribeherself]

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

[bebetevaobora]

Without a doubt, this is about my beautiful soulmate; having that princess in my life is the best thing!!!

[howelljenkins]

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

[howelljenkins]

to love and be loved is to rest

[707chance]

Let the trees remind you that growth takes time ⋆˚࿔