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Masterlist Of Event Prizes and Alphabets + Headcanon, Scenario Requests, Incorrect Quotes and Self-Shipping
I’m compiling all of my event posts and alphabets for The Dragon That Will Pierce The Heavens and Heart To Heart here to be permanently pinned on my blog! Hope you all enjoy them! Now adding Headcanons and Scenarios and Incorrect Prompts!
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Self-Insert Eustass Tori Masterlist
The Dragon That Will Pierce The Heavens/
Queen Of The Fairies
~STORIES ARE ARCHIVE-LOCKED TO PROTECT AGAINST AI~
Manga Redraw Pic: Alabasta
Manga Redraw Pic: Enies Lobby
Headcanon: What If Hikari Got Pregnant?
Headcanon: What If Hikari And Usopp Pranked Luffy?
Fluff Alphabet, Luffy: L, V, Z
Fluff Alphabet, Zoro: E, M, P
Fluff Alphabet, Hikari: A, I, K
Fluff Alphabet, Law: B, J, K; H, I, P; E, G, T; N, V, Y
Fluff Alphabet, Kid: L, O, Q; K, W, Y; C, U, V; F, M, P
Smut Alphabet, Luffy: A, B, C; D, E, F; G, H, I; J, K, L; M, N, O; P, Q, R; S, T, U; V, W, X, Y, Z
Smut Alphabet, Zoro: A, B, C; D, E, F; G, H, I; J, K, L; M, N, O; P, Q, R; S, T, U; V, W, X, Y, Z
Smut Alphabet, Hikari: A, B, C; D, E, F; G, H, I; J, K, L; M, N, O; P, Q, R; S, T, U; V, W, X, Y, Z
Smut Alphabet, Law: A, B, C; D, E, F; G, H, I; J, K, L; M, N, O; P, Q, R; S, T, U; V, W, X, Y, Z
Smut Alphabet, Kid: A, B, C; D, E, F; G, H, I; J, K, L; M, N, O: P, Q, R; S, T, U; V, W, X, Y, Z
the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form
I do think the post that's like "when they torture you to insanity and then torture you for being insane 😂🤣" is one of the most succinct and foundational analyses of interpersonal violence and conflict that had ever been written
Gonna be honest a lot of people deep down view cheating as worse than abuse which is why so many people view downright controlling and manipulative behavior in a relationship as 100% permissible so long as that behavior is centered around either preventing or discovering cheating.
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
I have said before that I don't agree with the reactionary tendency to blame "social media" for broader issues, especially at this current moment where (particularly in north america and europe) we're being propagandized constantly to allow increasing censorship and surveillance via "common sense" rhetoric about how evil social media is.
with that said, I think it is necessary to understand policing of online public space as a dimension of the policing of public space more broadly. there is no ''just go outside'' solution to these issues, because ''outside'' is policed as well.
for example, the way that sex workers have been ruthlessly and structurally targeted for social death online is completely in line with how they are treated offline as well. these things work in conjunction. if you make sure someone cannot find and vet clients online, they must do so offline. if you make sure they cannot meet clients indoors, they have to meet them on the street. if they have to meet them on the street, police have more access to these workers (to harass, assault, sexually violate, abduct, and kill them). the whole system works together. every prediction I heard from sex workers in 2016 is the reality today.
so when transfeminized people are talking about being relentlessly harassed off of every social media platform, that is not just an "online" issue. it is happening alongside their being driven out of all public space, online or offline (e.g. with bathroom policing, denial from employment, housing, and shelters, etc.)
when people from the global south are being labeled as "scammers" or "foreign bots" and getting their accounts banned repeatedly, it is part of the exact same ideological justification for border policing, detention, and deportations--it is the constant reinforcement of the idea that these people are "criminal" and here to "take what's yours" and "might appear to be someone struggling but they're not really human."
when images of people with racialized features, fat bodies, facial and skin differences, visible disabilities, intersex and transsexual sexed traits, etc., are repeatedly hidden by algorithms, marked "mature," and censored, this indicates a resurgence of "ugly laws" as part of the broader ascendant eugenics movement. this cannot be divorced from the stigmatization, defunding, dismantling, and criminalization of healthcare for "undesirable" populations.
social media is part of public space. if someone wants to prevent a population from accessing it or being seen within it, this needs to be understood as a call to keep that population out of public space more broadly. if someone who does not own private property (most people) cannot be in public, they must be either trapped within a setting where autonomy is severely limited and communication is surveilled (prisons, detention centers, psych wards, etc) or dead.
if you ask the average person what they know about bottom surgery (literally any bottom surgery) their answer will be "I've heard it's not very good." like across the board. they will say that the technology "isn't there yet" and that it works/looks/feels "different"
(they can't describe how with any specifics. they usually do not know surgeries are often multiple-stages with multiple procedures involved, and certainly not the names for these procedures. there is never any consideration given that "difference" might be desirable or actively pursued by some, or that anyone wants an end result that does not involve pericis normative genitals at all).
that is what people have unconsciously absorbed culturally before they ever look into it themselves. all information about these surgeries has to first pass the barrier of "but I've heard it's not very good."
there is also a very common prejudice that trans people are manipulative, hiding bodily information, and trying to "lure" people into transness.
when this baseline "common sense" about bottom surgery (that it is bad) is conflicted by information from a trans person (who by default is imagined to be manipulative, hiding information about it, and trying to lure you), people's initial reaction is to assume the trans person is lying and attempting to coerce people into surgery.
it creates this paradoxical position where no one who has actually had these surgeries are taken seriously, and only people who have the least accurate medical information about trans people's bodies are trusted to speak about them. the less you know about healthcare, the more "objective" your descriptions.
this is frustrating always, but for those trans people who have gotten these surgeries, and are constantly treated as unreliable witnesses to their own bodies in favor of the clearly 'unbiased' descriptions of transphobic asshole #5642498, I suspect it takes on a surreal absurdity that is apt to jokerfy anyone
“people shouldn’t have to accept the bare minimum-” I agree with that too but we’re at a point where we have to cling to the bare minimum or that will be taken away too
It’s a mess here: someone looked your gift dark horse in the mouth, led it to water, and jumped back on it. Your ducks aren’t in a row, someone counted the chickens before they hatched. Your geese are silly, your brown cows aren’t explaining how, and every one of these sheep is a wolf but they don’t even notice with the amount of wool over their eyes. I’m fining you one million gold coins.
i have rule i semi-adhere to for media criticism which is to ideologically meet shit where it's at (or where it's presented to me). i like to call it the "i didn't make you market it that way" rule--like, if lancer's union was just presented as a sci-fi setting, that would be fine. i don't expect all sci-fi settings to be communist utopias! but when the creators of lancer use the word utopia like 20 times & bandy around words like 'mutual aid' and 'post-scarcity' and 'anticapitalist' when describing it, then to me that becomes absolutely fair game. similarly if someone says 'stardew valley is fun i like farming :)' then i'm not gonna reply with a long post about how it's ideologically petty-bourgeois--but if they say 'stardew valley is anticapitalist', then they've opened up that can of worms and it's fair for me to point out that the worms exist.
it's the same phenomenon where a fantasy novel that says 'for the duration of this fantasy novel you need to just believe in the divine right of kings for the emotional stakes to make sense' is infinitely less objectionable than a fantasy novel that's also about restoring a king but takes painstaking time to point out how this king is A Good King who is Progressive and Nice and is going to do Nice Monarchy. when you try to sanitize something you end up turning any otherwise neutral or at least palatable depiction or framework you've included into a normative statement!
in 2026 let’s start actually noticing and taking seriously the true scale and impact of jkrs transmisogyny and how she’s been funneling decades of royalties and ip owner cash directly into anti trans lobbying thats been making the uk hell while gradually worsening conditions elsewhere through impacting the zeitgeist
content: college roommate au, condescending/mean law, med student law, dumbification, fingering, finger sucking, fucking on his desk
MINORS DNI bc this is in fact smut
Pens, pencils, loose paper, and empty cans of energy drinks litter your shared living room space. Your eyes scan the area to see what else could be a mess. A stack of textbooks, a spiral notebook, and all types of note-taking materials are scattered over the coffee table. A groan bubbles out from your throat. You’d asked your stupid roommate to clean all of this stuff up days ago. He’d thrown a study session with a handful of his friends nearly a week ago, and most of the mess was still there.
Just as you’re about to curse your roommate’s name to the heavens, the front door unlocks. Your eyes trail up to see messy black hair loosely covered by a spotted bucket hat.
“Law, can you please clean your mess up? We’re going to get bugs if you keep leaving shit everywhere. Thanks,” you speak, an overly sweet tone soaking through your words and an obviously fake smile on your lips.
“Uuuuuggghhhhh, can I walk through the fucking door first? I just took three finals back-to-back today. I’ll clean the shit up later,” Law’s deep voice rumbles. His steely eyes have bags under them, his hair somehow messier than usual; part of you felt a little bad for nagging. That is, until you remember that it was finals week for you, too, and you’d finished all of your chores, so why couldn’t he?
“Okay, and? I asked you to clean up all this study session mess, like, three days ago. Not only have you not done that, but you’ve added to the jumble!” Your hands fly around as you talk, further emphasizing your words.
“Just—” he huffs, “just shut up.”
It takes a second for you to process the three words he just spoke to you. Your face contorts into one of incredulity. “What did you just say to me?”
“I said. Shut. Up. As in, stop speaking? You are familiar with the concept, correct?” The tall man condescends as he lazily sloughs his backpack onto the floor. Your eyes narrow as you walk closer to him.
“Don’t talk to me like that. Don’t you ever in your life talk to me like that!” You stand up for yourself, jabbing your pointer finger into his chest. How dare he? You wouldn’t allow anyone to speak to you like that, let alone a man. Law rolls his half-lidded eyes with a sigh.
“Move. I’m going to my room to take a fat bong rip and then a nap. After I wake up, I will gladly clean whatever the hell you want me to. But until then, you will have to shut up,” the man says, his voice growing closer as he leaned down to your level. His face is closer than it’s ever been to you. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you instinctively lean your head back. You swallow, then take a steadying breath. You would not allow yourself to be intimidated by a man with a coin collection!
“Stop being stupid! Just take your little bong rip, clean the stuff, and THEN take the nap! Like, are you dumb?” you blurt, your anger getting the best of you. The words come out harsher than you’d intended, but your point still stands. Cold fingers find their way to your cheeks, pinching one in each hand. “Hey—”
Law leers over you. “Am I dumb? Am I dumb? You’re a general studies major. Aww, did you take a math final this week? You had to write an essay?” his voice drips with false pity. “I haven’t slept in days because I’ve been fucking studying. And that’s on top of the two residencies I’m doing. So, no. I’m not the dumb one here, it’s you.”
You are truly too stunned to speak. Dumbfounded, even.
“You get to frolic around, looking all pretty, showing your tits off, wearing your little skirts. And smart people, like me, have to actually work hard for things,” his voice is soft, his tone sardonically sweet, “But that’s okay. No one as pretty as you is expected to be smart anyway.”
Your thighs squeeze together. ‘Not right now,’ you beg your body, ‘please don’t do this.’ The skin of your nipples pebble in retaliation. His hands release their tight pinch on your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the now sensitive skin. A breath hitches in your throat at the gentle touch. The mix of hospital and warm cologne fills your nostrils. The scent makes your core clench.
“And even now, you’re letting me touch you like this after being so mean. That’s just not what smart people do, baby,” Law coos, swiping a thumb across your lips, “Open.”
Your lips part before you realize it, and the med student pushes his tattooed thumb into your mouth.
“Suck.”
Law feels your tongue slide against his finger, your lips working with it to create suction. You look so pretty like this. His unoccupied hand trails down your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The hand finds its way to your breast and squeezes. A moan escapes your throat.
“See? Isn’t it so much easier like this? You can just turn that smooth little brain of yours off. All you have to do is obey, and you do it so well, baby.”
With his thumb still in your mouth, the man leads you into his bedroom. Heat pools in your lower belly as you’re pushed against his desk. Law, unfortunately, has a point. It sure is easier just to listen— to simply obey and leave all the hard thoughts to someone else. A quick pinch of your hard nipple forces a whimper out of you. Your eyes trail up to meet his gray ones.
“Poor thing, you’ve just been so stressed, haven’t you? Is that why you picked a fight with me? I can get rid of all that stress for you. Would you like that? Nod for yes or shake for no,” Law hums. Keeping your eyes on his, you nod pathetically. Your roommate removes his thumb from your drooling mouth, picks you up, and places you on his desk. Settling himself between your legs, he rests his large hands on your hips. You’d never thought about Law’s hands like this, but here you are, squirming under his touch. The ache in your core turns to a throb as he kneads circles into the plush dip of where your hip turns to thigh. You’re unsure of where to put your hands, so you opt for lightly gripping the sleeves of his black hoodie.
Large hands roam down your thighs and back up; thumbs ghosting over your sensitive skin. You feel your own slick accumulating as Law gets closer to your covered center. You let out a whine, already feeling needy as you spread your legs further for him. The short skirt you wear pools around your hips.
“That’s a good girl. See, you’re a natural. You like being dumb, you can admit it,” Law purrs against the outer shell of your ear. Deft fingers trace the seat of your panties, lingering on the growing wet spot. Your eyes squeeze shut as you mewl, bucking against him. Long, capable digits circle your clit, ever so sensitive, even through fabric. Teasingly, Law runs his hands to your hips again, this time hooking his fingers under the band of your panties and slipping them off you.
Slowly and deliberately, Law slips his middle digit into your drooling pussy.
“Fuuuuucccccckkk,” you whine. Your walls pulse and clench around him, savoring every pump.
“Look at that pussy, just making an absolute mess,” the man husks, “You’re doing so good, being dumb for me. You look so happy, so pretty.”
With that, Law adds his ring finger, stretching your sopping hole. You grip his hoodie tighter, pressing yourself against him as much as you can. The whines and whimpers you eke out are like music to Law’s ears. This is all he could have asked for; you melting around him and an end to his finals. Cream dribbles out of your cunt as digits curl inside of you. The coil in your lower belly tightens, threatening to snap as Law’s movements become quicker. With every curl, he coaxes out more of your cum; the lewd squelches fill the air. His palm pushes against your swollen clit, and the pressure finally sends you over the edge.
Wanton moans, whimpers, and curses flow out of you as your orgasm wracks your body. Your breath becomes shallow, your legs quiver, and every muscle in your body tightens as you ride the waves of pleasure. The grip on your hip tightens, keeping you from sliding off the desk. Once you come down, Law slips out of your intoxicating cunt, marvelling at the mess you made all over his hand. Already cumdrunk, you blink slowly at the man in front of you. Steely eyes meet yours as Law brings his cum coated hand up to his own mouth and cleans himself of your juices. In a daze, you watch him lick a long stripe from the heel of his palm to the tips of his ring and middle fingers.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Law groans. He palms himself through the front of his baggy jeans, ready for his own release. You watch dizzily as he removes his belt, then shoves his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. Law’s cock is long and pretty, a bead of precum glistening his tip. He pumps himself a few times before aligning with your slit. You release an obscene moan as the man pushes inside you without warning. His cock stretches you, nestling right up against your cervix.
Law groans as he’s swallowed by your pussy. A pussy like this deserves to be catered to, taken care of. You were never meant to think; you were meant to be wrapped around Law’s cock just like this. Rough fingers grasp the back of your neck, his palm firm against your nape. The other hand takes your waist, using it to guide you where he wants. The strokes start slow, deliberate; he wants to savor you, after all. Your tight grip, your beautiful sounds, your creamy cunt. With another groan, Law quickens his speed. Savoring you is nice and all, he thinks, but savoring wouldn’t make him cum. He needs you ravenously.
“F-fuck, I needed this,” the dark-haired man moans. Your intoxicating pussy after days of studying and working around the clock makes Law delirious. He slams into you repeatedly, his grip tightening around your hip and neck.
“Moremoremore—” you beg, your moans turning into desperate squeaks and whimpers. Law’s thrusts become sloppier as he reaches his climax. He ruts into you harder, faster. Your second orgasm hits you hard just before the man pulls out of you, shooting cum over your tummy. You pant with a dazed smile on your face as ropes of hot cum land on you.
Law shudders and hangs his head back; a wave of relief washes over him. With the tension finally out of his body, the man feels like he can seize the day. He pats your cheek, the sign of a job well done, and takes a step back. Ashen eyes rake over you.
“Go clean yourself up and lie down. I’ll get started on the living room, okay?”
All you can do is smile and nod, too fucked out and dumb to say anything.
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