The Purple Nebula

An Entity of Love ~ 22 ~ She/They - MDNI

[blushingamethyst]

Hello darlings~

I’m mostly just here to save fanfic and look at my beautiful f/o’s. There will be NSFW fanfic on occasion, so if that makes you uncomfortable, go else where.

With that, Hi~ You can call me Ivy. I’m 22. Demigirl, I go by She/They. Message me if you’d like, I don’t mind talking. Just don’t get creepy with me I will block you so fast.

You can also find me @nightshadenest

Welcome Darlings, I hope you stay blessed and beautiful

[blossompencil]

Imagine this..

You're the wife of a villainous vampire lord. He is very evil, very scary, and very very feared throughout the land..

So fearful that he is currently pouting with his face pressed to your abdomen as he rants about the latest heroes who had tried to throw him off his claimed throne. All while you both cuddled on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom of his castle.

"OLD!" He grumbled, "Can you believe it? They called me- me!? They called me OLD!"

A whiny purr slipped out of him as you scratched behind his ears. He was still pouting, but your vampire husband will gladly take those lovely scratches behind the ear.

"A thousand years old isn't even THAT old for a vampire.." He continued to mutter under his breath.

"Is that why you sent them down the trash shoot specifically?" You inquired.

"Yes.."

You giggled while gently pulling his face up to press a kiss to his forehead. A louder and happier purr slipped out of him.

"If I wasn't so.. caught off guard.. I would've destroyed them.."

"I'm sure, my love."

[t4timekeeper]

people of colour deserve to be able to enjoy fluff and escapism and transformative media and silly fandom stuff the same way that everyone else is allowed to, i think. there’s a lot of unexamined hostility toward anyone who isn’t white; sometimes it’s subtle, and sometimes it’s not. there needs to be far more love and support for poc, and far less defensiveness and tolerance regarding racism in spaces like these.

[syn4k]

"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s

[joyflameball]

[kisana-yautja]

Needed this😓

Slashers when their fem s/o was a sweet yet a deadly woman

Warning: Slasher characters, Fluff, and SFW

Characters: Jesse Cromeans (My Husband😻), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, and Thomas Hewitt

🩶 Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

Everyone who knows Jesse Cromeans fears him. He has cold precision, wears a polished chrome mask, and runs his world like a silent unstoppable machine. He is always the one who handles every threat and stays steps ahead of danger. When he met you he was drawn to how soft spoken warm and caring you were. You brought peace to his chaotic life and he swore no harm would ever touch you.

One evening he brought you along to a quiet upscale restaurant where he thought you would be safe. He stepped outside briefly to take a business call and told you he would be back in two minutes. While he was gone a group of rude loud men at the next table started making crude comments and then leaned over to grab your wrist.

Before they could even blink your sweet smile vanished. You twisted the man’s arm behind his back with a sharp practiced motion and pressed his shoulder lightly against the table to make your point. In that same gentle tone but now filled with ice you said “I would take your hands off me if you want to keep using them.”

The others lunged forward but you moved faster. You swept one man’s legs out from under him and struck precise pressure points. In less than thirty seconds all four men were groaning or sprawled across the floor. No serious injuries were done but they felt thoroughly humbled.

Jesse returned just in time to see you adjusting your napkin as if nothing had happened and your face was back to its usual soft glow. He tilted his head behind his mask feeling intrigued and amused. Later when you were alone he pulled you close and his deep voice came through the modulator. “I always thought I was the shield but it turns out you have sharper teeth than anyone guessed.”

You giggled and tapped your fingers lightly against his chrome mask. “I am sweet only to the people I love. Everyone else just has not seen my other side yet.”

From that moment on he never underestimated you again. He found it hilarious how easily you could calm troublemakers or stop conflict while still being the sweetest person to him. You brought him coffee, tended to his small cuts and kissed his mask like it was the most precious thing in the world. He watched you handle every situation with grace and strength knowing he found not just a partner but his true equal.

🪓 Jason Voorhees

Jason lives deep in the woods near Crystal Lake and he is used to defending his home from anyone who dares trespass. He is large strong and protective but he always fears he is too rough or frightening for others. When you came into his life you were a breath of fresh air. You spoke softly left warm meals for him tended to his cabin and treated him with so much kindness that he felt safe for the first time. He vowed to be your guardian forever.

One sunny afternoon you were gathering berries near the shore when a group of poachers wandered onto the land. They yelled loudly threw trash around and fired guns recklessly into the trees. When they spotted you alone they laughed and began to approach because they thought you were just a harmless little thing.

Jason was already moving toward them but you held up one hand and signaled for him to wait. You stepped forward with your usual gentle smile and spoke clearly. “Please leave this place. It belongs to someone who lives here and he does not like strangers causing trouble.“

They mocked your words and tried to shove you aside. That was when your whole demeanor shifted. You ducked under their reach grabbed a thick fallen branch and moved with surprising speed and skill. You disarmed one man of his rifle tripped another into the soft mud and used leverage to pin a third against a tree without hurting him badly. You stayed firm efficient and completely in control.

Jason watched from behind the trees with wide eyes behind his mask. He had never seen anyone so gentle yet so capable. When the poachers scrambled away in fear you brushed dirt off your dress and called him over while offering a handful of berries as if nothing had occurred.

He walked toward you slowly and then wrapped his large arms around you. He held you tighter than usual but was still careful not to squeeze too hard. He patted your head repeatedly as if saying he was amazed and proud.

You laughed softly and hugged him back with all your strength. “I am sweet because you are good to me Jason. But if anyone tries to hurt us or our home I will fight just as hard as you do.”

After that it became a funny little habit between you two. Sometimes he would spot trespassers and gesture for you to go first. He watched with silent delight as you politely asked them to leave and showed them your strength if they refused. He loved having someone who could calm his anger and stand beside him no matter what.

🎃 Michael Myers

Michael is often seen as a force of nature. He stays silent moves relentlessly and almost nothing scares him. Most people scream run or freeze in terror when facing danger but when he met you he felt fascinated. You were always calm and sweet. You spoke to him in soft tones made him warm meals sat with him in quiet darkness and never treated him like a monster. He decided early on that you belonged to him and nothing would ever touch you.

One night you walked home from the store carrying a bag of groceries when a group of muggers cornered you in a narrow alley. They thought they found an easy target because you looked quiet and polite. They stepped closer with knives drawn and demanded all your money.

You sighed gently set your bag down on the ground and gave them that same warm smile you always had. “You really do not want to do this.”

They laughed loudly but before they could finish speaking you moved fast and precisely. You twisted the wrist of the closest man and took his weapon away. Then you used his momentum to spin him right into his friends. A few well placed strikes left them numb and unable to move. It was quick clean and did not cause serious harm but it stopped them completely. You picked up your bag dusted off your coat and began walking again.

Michael had been trailing you the whole time ready to step in if needed but he stopped and leaned against a wall. He watched with his usual intense focus and felt deep respect and quiet amusement growing inside him. He stepped out from the shadows behind you and you only glanced over your shoulder with a smile. “Oh hello Michael. Do not worry I took care of those men.”

From that day on it became like a private joke between you even though Michael never laughed out loud. He watched you act like the sweetest most innocent person in town but the moment anyone crossed a line you handled it with a calmness that matched his own. Sometimes he would even lead troublemakers your way just to see their shocked faces when the nice lady turned out to be tougher than they imagined.

When you were alone he pulled you close and his touch felt surprisingly gentle. You traced the edge of his mask with your fingers and spoke softly. “I am sweet only to you Michael. Everyone else has to earn my kindness or they will face the consequences.”

He liked hearing those words very much. He finally found someone who understood that kindness and strength can live in the same heart.

🪚 Thomas Hewitt / Leatherface

Thomas works hard every day and always tries to keep his family safe. He constantly worries that he is too rough too loud or too frightening to others. When you came into his life you brought light and comfort. You spoke softly mended his torn clothes baked warm bread and treated him like the kind good hearted man he truly was beneath everything. He adored you completely and promised he would never let anyone hurt you.

One afternoon you were hanging laundry on the line outside the house when a group of rude travelers stopped their truck nearby. They yelled insults threw trash onto your property and ignored your presence. When you walked over and politely asked them to leave they stepped out of their vehicle and tried to grab you while calling you names. They thought you were just a shy helpless girl.

Thomas heard the loud voices and grabbed his chainsaw ready to charge outside but you held up one hand and gave him a look that told him to wait. You stood tall and your sweet expression shifted into firm determination. When one man reached for you you stepped aside grabbed his arm and flipped him onto the dirt with surprising strength.

You used your knowledge of holds and leverage to stop the others one after another. You tripped them held them down and spoke in that same calm but firm voice. “Leave our land right now and never come back. If you return it will not be this easy.”

Thomas stood there with the chainsaw still humming softly in his grip. His eyes went wide behind his mask. He had seen you lift heavy baskets chop wood and fix fences but he never imagined you could defend yourself so well while staying in control.

Once they drove away in fear you turned to him brushed dust off your dress and smiled brightly. “See I can take care of myself Tommy but I am still glad you are here too.”

He dropped the chainsaw onto the ground rushed over and wrapped his large arms around you. He lifted you off your feet in a hug filled with pride and affection. He patted your back repeatedly while making excited grunting sounds.

From that day forward it was both sweet and funny to see how things worked. Thomas watched you greet neighbors with the warmest smile and offer food to anyone in need. Yet if someone became disrespectful or threatening you stood your ground with strength that matched his own. He would make loud happy huffs that were his way of laughing and loved you even more for it.

You always reminded him gently. “Being sweet does not mean being weak Tommy. It only means I choose to be kind but I will always choose to protect us too.”

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Me: Its been soo long since I write again😭

[st0ckholmsyndrom]

obsessive vincent! who insists you sit on his lap while he works, or tangled around his waist with your head in his neck, holding you with one arm, the other sculpting.

obsessive vincent! who gets you cockdrunk and incoherent, a babbling mess while he heats up the metal tool he uses to carve his name into wax, signing his name under your collar bone while you struggle beneath him.

jealous vincent! who gently slaps his brothers hands away when they touch you, not even letting lester near you without him with how he looks at you.

jealous vincent! who gets offended when your with his brothers too long, signing a sad

but your mine?

his head fell from betrayal, body sluggish as he pulls you out of Bo’s room, you swear it’s nothing serious, and your just talking, but he’s grumbling angry growls.

obsessive vincent! who constantly craves your touch, confused why you don’t want to be there while he’s waxing someone, demanding you at least stay in the room.

obsessive vincent! who tenses every time you leave the bed for whatever reason at night, eyes wide and unable to go back to sleep until your back, tightly secured in his arms. what if a wanderer took you? he’d listen closely to your footsteps until your back in bed.

obsessive vincent! who fills up his sketchbooks with drawings of you, wax sculptures of your face, hands, every part of you filled his room.

jealous vincent! who gets annoyed when his brothers offer making you food, or even sharing theirs, insisting he knows what you like better.

obsessive vincent! who constantly gives you little gifts, things made of wax, flowers he found, little doodles and notes, sometimes animal bones, weird, but thoughtful i guess.

obsessive vincent! who doesn’t let you leave the house without him, following you wherever you went.

obsessive vincent! who’s always staring and admiring you, running his dirty hands over your features delicately, studying all of you.

obsessive vincent! who when not sculpting or drawing, spends his time writing for you, long paragraphs of how he feels. it’s usually dramatic and sad, how he needs you badly when your just sleeping, but doesn’t want to wake you. on rare occasion it’s almost happy, sweet words about how you bring him comfort.

obsessive vincent! who gets tense when you ask about visiting your family, even after years he’s offended you want to see them

why? you have me?

jealous vincent! who pins you to his bed by your wrists after you get too close to his brothers, forcing you to take his too-big cock, spending hours attacking your bruised cervix so you can’t leave his bed, so that you depend on only him.

[mizutopazz]

One Piece old men being jealous of Reader being hit on-H/C

Gender neutral reader Mihawk, Shanks and Crocodile. Fluff

Note: Reader is only hit on my men with Mihawk because there are no women on Shanks crew.

Note: p/n = pronouns

Mihawk

-Mihawk is far from happy about this development, but he trusts you enough to stay out of it

-Since you live on the island with him you lightly tagged along with Mihawk when he went to visit Shanks

-One of the Red Haired pirates noticed your apearance and delightful personality, choosing to directly ignore Mihawk standing a few steps away

-At first the man was complimenting you, like alot. You thanked him and tried to change the conversation but the man reached out to trace his hand through your hair. Big no no!

-Mihawks jaw tightned and without saying a word, he comes over to grab the mans wrist mid air

-The man squeels but Mihawk only tightned his grip.

-You roll your eyes before taking your boyfriend/husbands hand and pulling him away

-The two of you end up in a secluded area of the woods near by the camp

-"I could have handled that myself" you said

-"I know..." he replied. No explenation

-you cant help but giggle at his obvious jealousy and poked his chest teasingly

-"Your jealous" you said

-"No"

-"So can we go back and eat?"

-"No"...

Shanks

-Shanks is used to people trying shooting their shot with you.

-As a member of the Red Haires pirates you offen go drinking with the crew at pubs. Pubs with drunk people...

-Shanks had just gotten up to get another round of drinks when a strager sat down beside you

-"Hey pretty thing" clearly drunk

-You explained you where waiting for your boyfriend/husband to come back but the person didnt seem to care

-"Why dont you come over and-" the person stopped dead in there tracks was when Shanks came out of no where and pulled you into a kiss.

-"problem love?" He asked, deliberetly ignoring the person. You smiled and shook your head and he kissed your forehead.

-"pfft, whatever" the person got up and left

-you smirk and deside to teas him a little... "hey you just ruined a perfectly good date!"

-Shanks looks at you for a few seconds before pulling you inches away from his face "you know im the only person you want"

-You giggle before replying "your not wrong, but seeing you so jealous is so cute"

Crocodile

-No. Just no.

-Crocodile is prepared to full on murder anyone who looks at you wrong.

-At a fancy restaurant Croc took you to for a date night (he actualy owns the place), a waiter/ess tried to slip you their number on a napkin

-When you looked at the napkin your eyes widned in surprise

-Crocodile noticed this and took it to see what surpised you

-Man is he pissed

-Crocodile calls the waiter/ess over. You gulp

-"You really think your worthy of my partner?" You could hear the anger coated in a calm tone

-When the waiter/ess didnt reply (visibly scared) Crocodile got up but you quickly intervined, running over to him and grabbing his hand.

-"lets just go" you pleaded

-Crocodile clenched his jaw, but he cant say no to you so he followed you out

-that evening Crocodile is especaly clingy, coming from someone who is not verry affectionate its a rare accadion, enjoy it

-despite your efforts, he never told you to waiter/ess didnt wake up the next day...

A/N: how was it??? Its my first post so im kinda nervous... hope you enjoyed! :D

[staying-soft-reactions]

ok so that BG3 one where reader kisses them but pulls away before they could deepen it was chefs kiss but I'm a OP girlie so could you maybe do the same prompt with the warlords and others? please and thank you! 👌

(Other Pirates/Antagonists) M!One Piece x Chubby Fem!Reader: You kiss them and pull away before they can deepen it.

themes/content warnings (MDNI - 19+ only): suggestive implications, fluff/spice/everything nice, teasing, playing hard to get, banter, emotional tension, kissing

featuring: shanks, dracule mihawk, donquixote doflamingo, charlotte katakuri, crocodile, caesar clown, buggy, smoker

a/n: I just did this prompt but I honestly love it and I had my idea for Smoker almost immediately. Thank you for the request, the fun chat and for lifting my writers block. I hope you enjoy!~

Shanks

You crossed the deck while he was busy swapping stories with his crew, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him hard enough to cut off whatever tale he was spinning. His hand found the curve of your waist immediately, squeezing your softness, but before he could deepen it, you shoved him back and turned to walk away. The entire crew went dead silent. Shanks stood there with his mouth still open, blinking once, twice. "Did that just happen?" he asked nobody in particular. "Someone tell me that just happened."

"Captain's lost his mind," someone muttered, but Shanks was already following after you. He caught your wrist and spun you back around to face him, his grin wide and delighted. "No, no, no, you don't get to just do that to me and leave." His voice was warm but his grip was firm, pulling you closer until your chest pressed against his. "I've wanted to do that for months, you know. Thought about it constantly. Drove myself half crazy wondering if you felt the same." He moved his hand to rest on the swell of your hip. "So here's what's going to happen. You're going to kiss me again, and this time I'm not letting you go anywhere."

Dracule Mihawk

He was reading by candlelight when you entered his chambers uninvited. Before he could voice his irritation, you leaned down and captured his mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. His book slipped from his fingers and his hand found the curve of your waist, gripping tight. Then you straightened and moved toward the door without a word. You heard the sharp intake of breath behind you, followed by the creak of his chair as he stood.

"Wait." His commanded quietly, as though giving you the option to listen. You stalled and turned to see him watching you sharply. "You enter my space. You kiss me." He walked closer, each step emphasizing his point. "And now you retreat as though that meant nothing..." He stopped just short of touching you. "I am not a man who tolerates games." His hand came up slowly, fingers brushing the hair from your face with surprising gentleness. "So tell me what you want. Use your words. Because I refuse to misread this..."

Donquixote Doflamingo

He was in the middle of one of his monologues about power when you grabbed his feathered coat, yanked him down to your level, and kissed him hard. His words died in his throat as both hands clamped onto your hips with bruising intensity, pressing your soft body against him. "Well now," he murmured against your mouth. But the second you tried to pull away, strings coiled around your wrists and waist, holding you firmly in place. "Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you're going?"

You tugged against the strings experimentally and they tightened. "Let me go, Doffy," you demanded, though your breathless voice undercut the authority you were aiming for. He laughed cruelly as he tilted your chin up with one long finger, and the strings pulled you flush against his chest. "You started this," he purred, free hand tracing down the curve of your side. "Now I get to finish it." His fingers squeezed appreciatively when he reached your hip. "I just wanted to shut you up," you shot back, squirming in his grip. His grin stretched wider behind his ridiculous glasses. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," he breathed against your ear. "Keep that attitude. It'll make breaking it so much sweeter."

Charlotte Katakuri

You found him in the shrine where he took his meals alone. His scarf was down, mouth full of donuts, and his observation haki had failed to warn him of your approach. He choked when he saw you. Before he could reach for the scarf bunched around his neck, you made your way over and kissed him. He went absolutely still. When you pulled back, his crimson eyes were blown wide with something close to panic. "Get out." The words came out garbled. "You're not supposed to see this."

"Katakuri." You said his name firmly and he froze with his hand halfway to his scarf. "I know what you look like. I came here wanting to kiss you anyway." He had no idea what to do with that information. "I don't understand." His voice was barely above a whisper. You reached up and touched the jagged edge of his mouth. He shuddered like you had struck him. "Why would you want this? Want me?" His hand engulfed yours, pressing your palm harder against his face. "Tell me. I need to hear you say it."

Crocodile

You walked into his meeting uninvited and kissed him before he could dismiss you. His cigar tumbled from his lips as his hand moved to find your waist, but you pulled back and left without a single glance. The men at the table sat frozen, too terrified to even look at their boss. Crocodile stared after you for a long moment before exhaling smoke through his nose. "Meeting adjourned."

You made it halfway down the corridor before his hook slammed into the wall beside your head. His hand gripped your chin, thumb dragging slow across your lower lip. "Do you have any idea what you just did?" His voice was soft, almost conversational, which made it worse. "Every man in that room thinks you can walk all over me." You met his gaze without flinching. "And here you are, chasing after me. Not helping your case much." His jaw tightened. "Cocky little thing." He pressed closer, hook scraping the stone beside your ear. "I'm going to remind you exactly who's in charge here. And you're going to thank me for it."

Caesar Clown

You cornered him between his workbench and the wall and kissed him before he could protest. A strangled noise escaped his throat as his hands fluttered uselessly at his sides. Just as his fingers finally brushed your hips, you pulled away and he stared at you, mouth hanging open. For once in his life, Caesar Clown had nothing to say... for about three seconds.

"Y-You…" He pointed at you, hand trembling. "What was… why would you…?!" He cleared his throat aggressively, trying to recover his dignity. "I demand to know your intentions! Nobody just does something like that without an ulterior motive!" You leaned against his workbench and watched him spiral. "Maybe I just like you?" He recoiled like you had slapped him. "Like me?!" His flush deepened as he processed the concept. "That is… I mean, obviously you would, I am incredibly brilliant, but…" He trailed off, staring at your mouth. His hand reached out and fisted in your shirt, pulling you closer. "A single trial means nothing," he muttered. "Results must be replicable to be valid."

Buggy

You caught him while his head was floating separately from his body, grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him. His eyes went wide as his head bobbed uselessly in the air, unable to pull you closer. When you let go and stepped back with a satisfied smile, his body slammed into you from behind, arms locking around your waist and shoving you forward until your lips crashed back against his.

"What gave you the right to do that?!" His voice cracked when he finally broke for air, face flushed beneath the smeared makeup. "Kissing me while I'm in pieces! That's dirty tactics!!!" You laughed against his lips and shrugged, "Learned from the best." His arms tightened around you, his body pressing flush against your back while his head hovered in front of you. "That's--I…" He sputtered, outrage warring with an entirely different sensation his body was going through. "You owe me a real one! Where I can actually participate!" You tilted your chin up. "Oh?~ Are you asking for a kiss now?" His bluster crumbled. "I…Demanding--I'm demanding a kiss. There's a difference."

Smoker

The promotion paperwork had barely dried when you found him alone in his office. He looked up, cigars clenched between his teeth, and before he could speak you learned down and kissed him. His hand came up to grip your hip immediately, pulling you closer with a low sound in his throat, but you broke away before he could deepen it. His eyes opened slowly, smoke curled between you. He didn't let go. "So that's why you wanted the transfer..." His voice was rough. "Couldn't exactly do this while you were signing my orders."

His free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, thumb pressing against your pulse. "You think I didn't notice? All those months, watching you hold back..." He pulled you closer until your soft curves pressed against his chest, forehead dropping against yours. "But I'm not your superior now." You shook your head. "No, you're not." He pulled the cigars from his mouth and set them aside without breaking eye contact. His grip tightened, "Good, at least now I can stop lying on those damn fraternization reports as if this wasn't going to happen."

a/n: You know the whole holding two barbies and making them kiss? That's what was running through my head with Buggy's.

[rae-pss]

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. type shit i be doing instead of studying as god intented me to do in this period before uni comes and quick my butt. i didn't add more because i got tired (😭). @raven725 (my wifey) wanted to be tagged, and she gets whatever she wants.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ characters. dracule mihawk, sir crocodile, shanks, buggy, smoker donquixote doflamingo, donquixote rosinante, trafalgar d. law, killer & eustass kid. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ summary. headcanons for petnames each of them would give you, plus a short scenario..

petnames for you pt. i

—His choice of pet names is: "my treasure", "my quiet". He'll use them in regards of your temperament during the day, whether you get on his nerves or are behaving moderately.

Mihawk walked behind you, as silent as a shadow. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, stealing your attention away from the book you were reading in his dimly lit mansion. Your eyes made contact soon after. ❝My treasure… Will you train with me, or keep pretending you don’t feel my eyes on you?❞ He didn't smile, but his gaze softened visibly.

—His choice of pet names is: "darling", "(my) gem". Does everything he says drip with both luxury and danger? Yes, we wouldn't have it in any other way.

To no one's surprise, Sir Crocodile was smoking in his office. The expensive cigar was soon taken away from his lips, you had taken hold of it. He caught your wrist with his hand gently, not letting you get any further away. ❝Careful, gem… If you take something from me, you’ll have to offer something better.” His smirk was pure, addictive poison, just like his tobacco.

—His choice of pet names is: "sweetheart", "love". He's the definition of warmth and simplicity in one. His words are as sincere as how he presents himself to you.

The crew was partying wildly. The last mission had gone wonderfully well, having retrieved what you were looking for. Shanks had his arm thrown around you, hearty laughter escaped past his lips as you two moved around, a little messily, until he leaned down to whisper something in your ear. ❝Sweetheart, if you keep dancing like that, I’ll have to kick everyone out so I can keep you to myself.❞ He might be joking… Or not. That was for you to judge.

—His choice of pet names is: "(my) star", "pretty thing". It was evident he'd dramatize his affection as if it were a performance on its own. Don't mind it, though.

Once more, Buggy had failed a new trick he was trying to master. A spectacular failure, for sure. But you clapped anyway, motivating his poor attempts further. ❝I knew my star would support me! It’s for you that I shine!❞ He puffed up with clear pride… Then immediately tripped over. You were quick to help him get back up, trying not to laugh.

—His choice of pet names is: "hey, you", "love". The first one was how he called for your attention early on; he's silly like that. Nevertheless, you did make him soften up later on, even though he pretends he's not absolutely head over heels.

You were invading his space, as he liked to call it, sitting on his desk doing nothing specific. Smoker came in soon after, not hesitating in removing his coat and draping it over your shoulders. His excuse? ❝It’s cold, love… Don’t look at me like that. I won’t say it twice.❞ He absolutely did say it again. As long as it may make you smile at him.

—His choice of pet names is: "sweetness", "(my) treasure". If he addresses you with a pet name, be sure it'll always be laced with a possessive undertone, one impossible to ignore.

You two were inside his office, spending some quality time together away from prying eyes. You were sitting on his lap while Doflamingo read reports. One of his hands was comfortably settled on your curves, tracing your waist lazily. ❝Sweetness… Don't squirm. You're distracting me. Unless…❞ He lowered his glasses enough for you to catch a glimpse of his eyes. ❝… That's exactly what you want.❞

—His choice of pet names is: "(my) angel", "little one". His affection is full of heart… Jokes aside, this man is so soft and clumsy at the same time that it's difficult not to swoon for him.

Donquixote Rosinante, aka Corazon, was attempting to light a cigarette, the usual. But he soon set his coat on fire… Again. You rushed to his side, trying to help him put out the fire. ❝Angel, I swear this time wasn’t my fault…❞ He whispered with that lovingly silly smile of his, his arms awkwardly wrapping around you as he laughed at his own clumsiness.

—His choice of pet names is: "Y/n-ya", "adorable idiot". The last one is specifically used for when you make him worry too much, which could be any other day, to be honest.

You walked past his office, finding the lights still on despite the late hours. You couldn't have that happening, not for two nights in a row. You stepped inside, demanding that he rest properly for once. Surprisingly, Trafalgar sighed, set down his scalpel, and met your eyes head-on. ❝Y/n-ya… If you keep looking at me like that, I'll have to actually listen.❞ Cheesy, but it worked. He went to sleep right away, with you by his side, of course.

—His choice of pet names is: "(my) angel", "partner". I must admit, it's beautiful to see him feel at ease with someone enough to let his walls down. He sees you as an angel sent from above, always there for him.

It was late already, late enough for you two to be cooking dinner together. As expected, it was spaghetti. Killer attempted to taste the sauce through his mask and failed miserably. You couldn't contain it and laughed at the look his mask was left in. ❝Fafafa… Don’t laugh, angel.❞ You laughed harder. He joined you, unrestrained.

—His choice of pet names is: "spark", "my favourite disaster". Challenge him, please. That's the way to get into this man's heart. Make him trip over his thoughts, and that smirk of his will never leave his red lips.

Kid was in the middle of readjusting the metal on his arm, giving it some due maintenance after the latest fight. That was when you came in, not missing a beat and teasing him. Soon enough, he was grinning dangerously. ❝Come here, spark. If you’re gonna provoke me, stay close enough to see what happens.❞ He pulled you in with a magnetic gesture, literally. You had it all planned, didn't you?

[breathinginyoursmoke]

Buggy is super silly. He acts high and mighty as if your mood doesn't dictate his entire day; boasting about how he's never going to be tied down.

And then you're annoyed at him for a singular minute. Then he starts begging and pleading for you to talk to him. His voice drifting in and out as he follows you around, puppy eyes and all.

"Wait--you're actually mad, oh shit. Baby, wait! I didn't mean it! None of it! You know how we men are--we gotta boast!"

When his men aren't looking, he's worshiping the ground you walk on.

[garpen]

"you already left kudos here"

And??? Let me like it again??? Clearly it deserves more??

[writingdose]

to be clear, I believe younger artists and minors can write good fics (not to say “fanfic must always be good” either because it is a hobby and I still believe that as long as it’s done with love and the artist’s joy, it is good) and I believe it’s good when younger artists and minors start making art at young ages.

that said, a lot of fanfics out there that you read and love are done by adults with kids, jobs and responsibilities. adults who have years, decades of practice under their belts. adults who don’t let life and responsibilities take away their joy in creating.

someone’s love and passion don’t suddenly go away the second they reach a certain age. so if anything, I feel sorry for people who say “adults shouldn’t write fanfics or make fan art” because what these people really say is that they expect themselves to stop having fun and finding comfort in things that bring them joy and comfort the second they reach a certain age. it’s sad that they put an expiration date on their own fun and source of comfort.

[marshmallowkisses]

there’s something so funny to me about the fact how they took our wolf and it just absolutely broke everything.

Very big I told you so moment

game broke, people leaving in droves, and that left em with the literal worst people imaginable. You made your bed, time to sleep in it infold higher ups.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I cannot with the idea that Mihawk either has feelings for a reader who's part of the Strawhats/on their ship OR they're already in a relationship as is, so the ONE TIME that Zoro decides to sass Hallucihawk back! It turns out it is not Hallucihawk it is Mihawk staring at him very intently and very slowly unleashing Kogatana-

Anon, you are a TREASURE

You made me giggle about this concept all day

You have assisted in breaking me loose from a far too extensive writer's block and now

NOW—

I DID IT I DID THE THING I DID THE WRITING THING GUYS GUYS GUYS LOOK LOOOK I DID IIIIIT

Reality Check

OPLA!Mihawk x AFAB! Reader

Mostly SFW?? Like PG-13ish I think?? What are warnings¿?? Uh, warnings may include Mihawk being afraid of commitment?? Because he totally would be. Just don't tell him I said so, pls.

Wordcount: 3,152

♫♬♫ Serenade in Vain - Jon Fratelli ♫♬♫ yes I'm still on my Fratellis bullshit shut up

Take this born again liar, read his mind and light his fire

Write his story, sing it halfway to the sunset

It was mostly by chance that Dracule Mihawk happened upon the Going Merry the previous night.

Mostly.

His pride wouldn’t allow him to admit that he had ventured to this particular stretch of the Grand Line intentionally, that he had been curious about the ragtag little crew you had chosen to follow. It was no surprise you had chosen to leave, really — you had been a prisoner of Don Krieg when he found you, and you had born witness to Mihawk slaughtering the man’s entire crew and sinking his fleet for little more than sport. It was more than natural that, though he had chosen to leave you alive, you might have been a bit spooked. It had only been his intention to deliver you to some populated port or marine outpost.

His pride also wouldn’t allow him to admit that intention had changed by the time you reached Baratie, no more than he could begin to fathom why it had. You had simply gotten under his skin.

And then you had left with that Strawhat imbecile to help look after his equally foolish first mate while he recovered from his injuries. Your medical knowledge was limited, but you were older than the others, had been at sea longer, and knew far more about tending to near fatal injuries than any of them.

He could hardly deny to himself now that curiosity and an irritating sense of lingering attachment had led him this close to the Red Line, toward the entrance at Reverse Mountain, to see whether the Strawhats had made it through— whether you had made it through with them. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he found the ridiculous caravel, its smiling ram figurehead bathed proudly in the moonlight, the captain asleep atop its head with his prized straw hat covering his face..

As such, sneaking aboard had posed no issue at all.

No, denial was useless with the dim light of early dawn filtering through the porthole of your cabin, with your nude form curled up against his side beneath the sheets of your cot, your temple resting against his shoulder and your arm slung across his chest, sleeping soundly. He still wasn’t sure what his exact intention had been in seeking you out, but it certainly hadn’t been this.

He lifted his free hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. A mistake. An error in judgment. That was all this was. Attachments, emotional or otherwise, were nothing more than complications.

He froze when you shifted at his side — evidently his movement had stirred you, ruining his intention of sneaking out quietly while you and the rest of the crew slept on, blissfully unaware. Instead, you were stretching, bending a knee across his thigh as your sleepy murmur met his ears.

“You’re thinking too loud.” A small yawn followed the accusation. “Too early for that nonsense.”

“It is early,” he agreed, his tone level, carefully detached. He didn’t glance down at you, letting his hand fall to the pillow and keeping his eyes shut. “I’ll need to leave soon. Before your crew mates wake.”

“Yeah…” You let out a resigned sigh. “They might not be too happy to see you. Considering.”

“Considering,” he repeated, a scoff escaping him. “No, I suppose they wouldn’t be too pleased to find the man who nearly killed their first mate aboard their ship first thing in the morning.”

“Mmm…” Despite your agreement on the matter of his departure, you shifted a little closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Well, I’m not complaining. Though I am curious why you’re here.”

He did open his eyes at your quiet inquiry, though they remained locked on the wood planks of the ceiling overhead. Of course you would be curious — he had anticipated that much. And still, he hadn’t planned a response for the question. He frowned, running his hand back through his hair, considering. He had spared your life, a prisoner to a low-life crew of pirates, a woman he knew nothing about. He had spared the life of Roronoa Zoro after the bold idiot had dared challenge him for his title. He had left Baratie without fulfilling Vice Admiral Garp’s order to capture his grandson.

All three decisions had been made on a whim, one he didn’t even fully understand as yet.

“I suppose,” he said slowly, weighing each word as they left his lips, “I was curious as well.” The admission cost him more than you knew. His frown deepened. “I chose to spare your life. It would have been a shame to learn that decision had been in vain, had you not made it beyond the Red Line with this ship full of idealistic imbeciles.”

“Oh, is that all?” You finally shifted away a bit, but only to roll onto your back, stretching your arms over your head, your body arching from the mattress just enough to pull the sheets down a few inches. “I’d ask if you give everyone you spare the same treatment, but I’d venture a guess you wouldn’t have taken the same course of action had Zoro been the one you found in the galley last night.”

He did finally turn his head to look at you at that — a grave mistake, as the sight of your insolent little smirk, of the sheets barely concealing the swell of your breasts and the curve of your hips, rendered him momentarily speechless. The fact that you weren’t wrong grated at his nerves, nearly as much as did the memory of his own actions last night. Finding you sitting alone in the dark galley, gazing through the porthole, a glass of whiskey in your hand and an expression of deep contemplation across your features, would have been enough to seal his present fate alone. The way you had looked at him when he made his presence known had done little to help. The initial shock had been expected, but what followed hadn’t been the anticipated fear or loathing; it had been pure, honest curiosity.

You hadn’t even managed to get a word out before he had pulled you to your feet by your wrist and kissed you, drank you in like you were the only source of water in some vast desert wasteland, and allowed you to lead him to this very cabin.

For the briefest of moments, he considered doing it again — leaning down to capture your lips, finding out how many screams he could draw from your lips before the rest of the ship woke.

Instead he rolled his eyes away from your knowing gaze with a dismissive scoff, sitting up on the small cot. “Insolent woman,” he accused in a grumble — one he had intended to come across as irritable, though it sounded almost fond. “You are correct in one matter, however,” he went on, his tone clipped now, far less personal. He swung his legs over the side, lifting his discarded pants and boxers from the floor and setting to the task of dressing himself. “Your new friends likely wouldn’t be pleased to find me aboard their ship without invitation. And I’d hate to have to kill them this early in the morning.”

You gave a small snort of laughter at that, the sound making him pause as he stood from the bed to fasten his belt. Infuriating, indeed — you didn’t even flinch at the threat. Idle though it had been, most would have taken it far more seriously. “I’m sure it would be far too much of a hassle,” you agreed, an air of dry sarcasm in your tone that said you knew otherwise. You pulled yourself to your feet behind him before he could stoop down to pick up his coat, your arms snaking around his middle, your smaller form molding against his bare back as you stood on your tiptoes to murmur against the shell of his ear, “Plus, you’d have to kill me too. Which I think we both now know you wouldn’t do.” You punctuated the accusation with a light, playful nip at the edge of his jaw.

It was truly a testament to his self control that he didn’t turn to throw you back onto the bed and take you again on the spot.

He did, however, turn his head just enough to capture your lips in a brief, searing kiss, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose before breaking the connection. “Don’t test my patience,” he warned in a low purr against your lips. He shifted to face you, pulling an arm tight across your waist, finally meeting your eyes. He lifted his other hand to curl his fingers beneath your chin, pressing the pad of his thumb lightly into your cheek as he tilted your head back. “I might not be so generous as to let you live a second time.”

The smirk that curved one corner of your lips said without the need for words that you had called his bluff. That smirk, the way you met his gaze without so much as a single flicker of fear, of reservation, of regret — it was as infuriating as it was captivating.

It hardly helped when you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his as you breathed your response against them.

“What about a third time?”

Your lips met his then in a kiss that was far slower, far more thorough, your tongue grazing across his bottom lip in blatant invitation. He accepted without thought, tugging you infinitesimally closer as his own tongue swept into your mouth, his hand drifting from your chin to tangle into your sleep-mussed hair.

This was madness. Utter insanity. No one should have been able to tear through his defenses this easily. Yet you, in all your insolence and audacity, had all but demolished them with a single, taunting invitation.

He tore his lips away, though his forehead remained pressed against yours, his grip tightening in your hair. “Why did you join this crew?” The question surprised even him as it left his own mouth in a breathless whisper. It had, loathe though he was to admit it, been the question he had planned on asking you last night, before impulse had outweighed his own intent.

You lifted an eyebrow as you processed it, that infuriating smirk returning to your lips. “You said you were leaving me at the next port,” she pointed out. “What difference does it make if I decided to leave a little earlier?”

He closed his eyes, drawing in a slow breath through his nose. Damn you, you saw straight through his intentions, and you dared to toy with them instead of offering a real answer.

But you went on before he could form a fitting response, you went on, “But even had you been planning on keeping me...they needed me. Or, at least, they needed someone aboard this deathtrap of a boat with enough sense to stop them from getting themselves killed.” You tilted your head back enough to rest your chin on his chest, your gaze never breaking from the intensity of his yellow eyes. “They may be a bunch of silly little dreamers right now, but…” You shrugged a shoulder. “Everyone has to start somewhere, don’t they?”

Your statement hit him with more force than he cared to admit. Only through years of blood, sweat, and tears had he reached his own status — Dracule “Hawk-Eyes” Mihawk, Warlord of the Seas, the World’s Greatest Swordsman. Before all of the prestige, he hadn’t been so different from the moronic youth who had challenged him to a duel at Baratie. He knew that was why he had deigned to let the boy live, to continue chasing that dream, even if it meant his own eventual fall from grace.

“Indeed they do,” he finally conceded. With that small concession, he released you from the iron bar of his arm across your back, turning away at last to pick his coat up from the floor. It was both a relief and a torment when you sat back down at the edge of your bunk, putting further distance between the two of you. “I may have to check in from time to time,” he went on as he slipped his arms into the sleeves, the familiar weight of the garment settling over his shoulders. His tone remained clipped, though his words were a stark contrast to the impersonal, almost clinical cadence. “Out of...curiosity.”

“They are curious bunch,” she said with a small chuckle. He glanced over his shoulder, watching you lie back across the bed, tucking your hands behind your neck, wholly unashamed of your present state of undress. There was no indication of how the sight affected him aside from the slightest feathering of a muscle in his jaw. The smirk that graced your lips told him you hadn’t failed to notice. “And I definitely wouldn’t object to the occasional check-in.”

He gave a small, somewhat undignified grunt before tearing his eyes away from you, taking a few steps further away from the bed to grab Yoru from where it rested against the wall, slinging the sword over his shoulder to fasten it back into its rightful place. “I’m sure you wouldn’t,” he shot back, his teeth grating together at the sound of your responding laughter, light and melodic in the early morning silence. He picked his hat up from the nightstand, setting it firmly back into place atop his head.

Infuriating, insolent bloody woman.

Your voice, teasing and melodic as your laughter, met his ears as he was leaving — “I’ll see you again soon, Hawk-Eyes.”

He refused to dignify that with a response.

Still silently seething at your audacity as he emerged onto the deck of the caravel, he very nearly didn’t notice that someone else was already awake. He froze for a moment when the sound of a blade slicing through the air met his ears, lifting his gaze sharply to hone in on the source of the disturbance.

Roronoa Zoro. Awake. Training at the break of dawn.

The rookie swordsman noticed him in an instant — but instead of addressing Mihawk’s presence with expected volatility, he let out an irritated growl and returned to his training without any further acknowledgment.

Mihawk’s brow furrowed at the dismissive reaction. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps this entire ship was simply full of humans who defied normal logic, but that wasn’t good enough. No, the younger swordsman had regarded him as if he all but expected him to be there.

Curious, indeed.

In spite of the pressing situation, the need to make himself scarce, Mihawk found himself crossing his arms, leaning back against the door frame behind him, watching for a moment longer. He let out a quiet, contemplative hum.

“Heavy-footed,” he commented. “Your form needs improvement.”

“I’d have an easier time improving if you’d shut the hell up, you goddamned birdbrain.”

Silence, cold and murderous in intent, followed the blatant insult. Zoro hadn’t so much as ceased in his movements, growling the words out between clenched teeth. Mihawk’s eyes widened for a moment in his astonishment at the utter audacity, before narrowing into slits. He had allowed this insolent fool to live out of respect for a promising potential adversary.

He had no intention of making the same mistake twice.

He didn’t bother to draw Yoru — just as he had last time he faced Zoro, he lifted a hand to reach for kogatana —

And his fist closed around empty air.

Once more, his eyes widened. He looked down, and found the golden cross that normally rest against his chest to be absent.

No. No.

He hadn’t. He couldn’t have.

And yet he heard hurried footsteps through the doorway behind him seconds after the realization, heard your voice cutting through the tension, “Hey, you forgot your —”

Your words were cut off abruptly as Zoro paused in his movements, his head whipping around to stare at you. Mihawk turned his head slowly, arms still crossed, to look your way as well. You had dressed, at least, in a simple black tanktop and shorts, and you were holding out the concealed knife, still attached to its chain, your gaze locked onto Zoro’s across the deck.

Zoro’s eyes shifted briefly to Mihawk before locking onto yours as he slowly straightened out, his arms hanging limply at his sides, eyes wide as saucers.

“Y...you...you see him too?” he asked slowly. Quietly. Cautiously.

Your brows furrowed. “Wh — what?” you blurted out incredulously, looking at Mihawk before jerking your head to look back at Zoro. “What the hell do you mean? Of course I see him, he’s literally standing right here — what?”

The silence stretched for several seconds — you staring at Zoro as if he had lost his mind, Zoro’s eyes flickering incredulously between you and Mihawk, and Mihawk himself utterly speechless for the first time he could recall in years. At last, Zoro sheathed his katana, shaking his head as if trying to clear what he was seeing from his mind. “I…think I might have had too much to drink last night,” he said finally, his tone gruff, before hurrying across the deck, pushing past you to descend below deck into the living quarters.

You and Mihawk simply stared at the door for several seconds, before turning your heads and meeting each others’ eyes.

“I swear I have no idea what that was about,” you said finally, clearly fighting to keep a straight face.

“Mm...hmm,” he hummed slowly, still marveling at the spectacle himself, lifting a hand to lightly pluck kogatana from your grasp. As he fastened the chain behind his neck, he added, “I trust you’ll figure it out before I return.”

Your expression slid into a full, knowing grin at his words — at the confirmation that he wholly intended to see you again. “Oh, I’ll definitely be asking him some questions after that,” you affirmed, stepping around in front of him. Your hands slipped beneath his open coat, looping around his hips as you stood on your tiptoes, your breath fanning across his lips. “I promise to have a full report prepared upon your return.”

You didn’t have to close the distance this time — his hands found your hips, pulling you flush against him as his lips crashed down upon yours in a deep, furious kiss that spoke of both promise and the possibility of mutual ruin. His lips parted from yours just as a small, far too enticing moan rose up from your chest. He lifted a hand from your hips, his touch far more tender as his fingers touched your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your bottom lip.

“Good.”

And with that, he captured your lips again, turning you around to press you against the wall in one final, claiming kiss before his inevitable departure — a departure that was just as inevitable as his return.

[akmu]

Steven John Ward as imaginary Dracule Mihawk ONE PIECE SEASON 2

[blushingamethyst]

Also- why the fuck was the update 25G and they added fucking NOTHING

[blushingamethyst]

my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.