"Is this what growing up is? Just leaving things behind, over and over?"
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"Is this what growing up is? Just leaving things behind, over and over?"
Vera ( @verademialove )
Hi!! For the Christmas event, can i request shanks with going ice skating?? Thx in advance 🥺❤️
Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you love it, as much as I did. It was so cute to write, and it was my first time writing for Shanks so I hope it is good lol. Enjoy <33 btw I wrote this as gn reader because lol i forgot to include that part in the event, to specify the gender of the reader. I hope it is okay, if not feel free to request again :))
Shanks x GN reader
🎄Ice skating🎄
The day was beautiful, a bit chilly but there were not many clouds and the sun was shining, just enough to feel warmth on your face as you waited for Shanks, as he was still learning how to use the ice skates, he looked so adorable trying to walk and slipping.
You laughed a little as he walked holding sometimes the walls.
"What's so funny, huh?" The red haired said as he approached to you, step by step.
"Oh, it's nothing, don't worry my love" You said trying not to laugh at the way he walked.
You reached out to help him get closer to you. And just as he took his hand he pulled you closer to him, making you lose balance, but somehow didn't fall. He was now holding you with both arms tight around your waist while small snowflakes caressed your faces and your hair.
Shanks leaned closer and kissed your nose, causing you to blush. You cupped his face with both of your hands and kissed him, his lips were cold but soft and he tasted like the hot cocoa you had been drinking earlier.
Christmas songs were playing on the speakers that were close to the ice rink, people walking on the park and around the ice rink, while they drank something hot to reduce the cold of their bodies. Christmas season was your favorite, all the people coming together, the music, the love, and the cheerful energy. It was all so beautiful.
You snapped out of your small trance, Shanks still holding you and looking at you with soft eyes. "Let's continue babe" You said and held his hand as you tried moving slowly with him, trying not to lose balance.
After a few falls and slips, Shanks finally got the hang of it. He was so excited as he could now move on his own without your help. He even tried doing a whole lap without holding your hand. "Omg you did it!!" You celebrated as he was approaching to you, a big smile drawn on his face.
You stayed some more, but decided to walk a bit more around the park, watching some kids sing christmas carols, some people dancing, and the big christmas tree that was on the center of the park. It was the best Christmas, something in the air felt different, maybe it was the love that you felt for Shanks or mainly because you were enjoying your favorite season with him. Everything seemed better when he was with you.
As it was getting dark it was time to go back home. Walking back you saw all the houses decorated with lights, santas, snowmen, etc. It was spectacular. Shanks had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, as you walked through the streets.
"You really love christmas don't you?" Shanks said laughing, saying you looked cute as you got all excited for the decorations of that house, or how cool does the reindeers on certain house looked.
"I do, it is the best" You said as you embraced him with both arms.
As you were arriving to your home you saw some decorations were added to your small garden and the porch. You hadn't had time to finish the whole thing as work was taking all of your time, even more on this season.
"Babe, how did you do this?" You said surprised.
"I had a little help, if you don't mind" Then all of a sudden someone came out of your house, it was Luffy jumping around, saying that he had decorated the whole place all by himself.
You smiled and thanked him for helping you.
"I love it, it is beautiful, thank you" You said to your boyfriend peppering him with kisses all over his face.
My poor confused little characters in any of my stories that ever existed:
Author seeking Artist for a graphic novel collaboration
I'm a published author of novels, short story collections, and video games. I'd like to work on a thriller/dystopian graphic novel with an artist (or two, I don't disdain teams).
The story is quite intricate, and its main themes are memory loss and drug abuse; as mentioned, the setting is thriller/noir.
We are in a dystopian future where society is collapsing and a new synthetic drug is taking hold. People are driven to take increasingly stronger drugs to stop feeling the dullness of life, and they don't pay with money anymore--what the Boss wants from them is their memories.
I don't have any particular preference on the graphic style, on this I give you carte blanche. However, at least partial coloring will be necessary, as primary colors play an essential role in the plot. If it can be of any help, I have some example boards of what it should look like.
Given the rather harsh nature of the story, there are several trigger warnings. Please refrain from applying if you have issues drawing things like: vulgarity, drug abuse, physical violence, domestic violence, partial nudity, emotional abuse, mental problems, bodily waste, blood, suggested sexual abuse. The target audience, however, is +16.
The idea is to start it as a hobby, but should we activate a Patreon page, print copies, or even find a publisher, it would be a RevShare.
I can send you some writing samples, or the link to my online portfolio if you want.
If you think you could be interested, please contact me on Discord at Shekh#5230.
(If you're not, please reblog!)
Thank you!
I really badly wanted to get some work done today , but here I am scrolling through cat memes.
i’m so done with myself
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night -Sarah Williams
Entering the house having the least trace of a human and more of the void. The ceiling was covered by the spider webs and haunting huge spiders staring down at me. I dropped my bag on the couch, the massive dust layered on the couch was let spread all over me. Some got into my nose and I started sneezing. I ran out of the house to get some fresh air, and I let the doors open while coming out so that the house got ventilated even a bit.
Not that the night was intoxicating nor the air was dreamy but it was my mind fogged by those thoughts that blinded my eyes and made it a bit hard for me to resist that huge sigh. The smell of the hot rice and the sound of frying something in the oil was filled in the street. I heard people watching television and laughing at jokes and hearing songs. I was dragged back to the days I walked roads alongside you who made me laugh with the stars like the moon who reflected you, the Sun.
The time never let me lose hold of your memories when I see the trails of some tyre, I wonder if the cycle you used to go on races was still good to go on a ride. I never hopped on your cycle because you never asked me to do so. The round eyes, huge lashes and sneaky smiles on random strangers often remind me of you.
There is always you, your memories and the stars surrounding me when I think of you. You, a faraway island that I can never step in is so exotic and tempting as any sweet I craved in my life. Those assuring words you uttered when I cried, those words you wrote on the last page of my notebook, I still treasure them more than anything.
Your memories spooking me around in some dreams where you do not recognise my snotty face anymore and walk past me in the street of an unknown city. And those memories of the real you who is still out of my reach killing me a little every day, I walk with it.
And finally the stars you bring around me, taking me up in the sky showing the actual butterflies and shooting stars. I fell in love with you and these stars you bring along while I was trying to finish that one ice cream before melting down. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Every star has a story to tell, and mine has the story of me falling silently in those bright round eyes in front of me and losing myself as it was not me but you who got craved through my eyes deep in my heart through those roads and casual words.
-vaishdas
“I’m not going to ask why there’s blood on your hands but at least take off your shoes before entering my house”