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nellynee · 2 years

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Trollstopia Blindblogging: episode 8a: Rhythm & the Blues

(a quick note, I am only tagging the focal most Trolls in my opinion for my own reasons. But, if you feel other characters need tagging please let me know it would not be hard to do. I don’t bite)

Not the most elegant episode. But I do give it my respect. It does something the Trolls franchise doesn’t typically do. It tries. Trolls has a very bad habit of writing emotional checks it has no interest in being able to cash. It cobbles together all these really interesting ideas, tells you to look at them, then puts it back down and never touches it again. It implies a lot of really deep, dark, emotional stuff then refuses to let it exist. Mostly because a lot of stuff it talks about doesn’t really have answers beyond philosophy or would get a pretty steep rating tank. They just can’t afford to talk about it. It’s really frustrating to read the artbook and watch cut content and see some really comprehensive story telling and character development get shredded on the cutting room floor. There’s real love in the production and I want to have very stern words with whoever keep stabbing ideas in a back alley to make it more “child friendly”

But, I digress. This episode chose to talk about something negative. It chose to do so very, very unsubtly to the point near cringe. But it chose to do it, fallowed through, and did so in a way that wasn’t patronizing to it’s target audience. So while it wasn’t my favorite, I do respect this episode.

While not necessarily what I would call superb quality, the cute song (R&B finally sing for those interested), some good jokes, and decently delivered message makes it like... a solid 3.8 in my books. 3 and a half and a half for respects sake. R&B episode if you are into that. Otherwise, I’d say put on the “watch it if you have time” end of the must watch list.

Funk me UP baby!

That butchered Cinderella Rhyme fucked me up so badly I had to go look up the original to make my brain ok again. But this is the kind of thing that gets me thinking about stuff. Cause like, now I’m going to be thinking for hours about the Pop or Country Trolls having a Cinderella mythos in the Troll’s meta….I’ve already inserted little mermaid so why the hell not?

There’s something very charming about the phrase “I got four legs, gimmie four dutches!”

Country Trolls are just wooo girls confirmed

“I’d swear it one my Daddy’s grave-” gasp “-y” is actually really funny why are the writers so freaking funny?

It’s a little weird, but we seem to have transitioned in full from laser to bubble beams confirmed as I had postulated in “the snugalug situation”

Also noting that either Poppy knows the side of the ship R&B’s lab is on, or R&B have their own ship like I made note of in “Across the Fashionverse”

Still pretty meh on Funk tech as compared to the movie. Not a fan of the wormhole entrance. Like, the 10 or so seconds of Vibe City we saw in the movie had oodles of personality comparatively and I’m really missing it. I’m a little sad that that’s R&B’s whole schtick cause I love their designs and attitude but I don’t love them nearly as much as I could?

Totally expected them to stick together with that little spin would have been hilarious

T-R-O-Double hockey sticks

That oath was minced to a paste

Lay-trolls terms (jesus christ I shouldn’t be surprised when it happens but I always am)

See what I mean? “Make a real big marshmallooooow” Was absolutly adorable. Every time they speak I am charmed. And then magic science with no rules happens and I’m bored again. I want to love them soooo badly

On that note why don’t Trolls singspeak more?

Cool. I suspected they were sisters based on the little bits I saw, I mean the main tag is “r&b sisters”, but confirmation is cool

on that note I left for a full 24 hours to debate with several groups of people on the viability of the term “Twins” when taking into account my headcanons for them and still haven’t settled on one side or the other.

Why do we even have that button Kronk?

wait was that recorded voice Lownote?

Welp now I understand why Hollys here

For real though I wish there was a bit more of a continuity line between the movies and the shows because this sort of topic seems tailor made for Cooper. He seems to have settled pretty firmly in both universes so far in Pop Village, probably to give him Trolls 3 relevance, but I’ll be not surprised but disappointed if they don’t have him weigh in on this.

in fact, I wonder if that’s who this storyline belongs to afterall. They seem to be ignoring the very obvious solution of.... going for a visit? Or having someone come visit them? Cooper’s potential worries of “Having to figure out where he’ll live in the long term and splitting his time between his old and new family” is a lot more indicative of a long term issue that can’t be solved quickly. Not that regular visits are a permanent or viable solution for everyone but it is absent. But I'm probably overthinking things. This is, afterall, a show for kids, and “Just go and visit” is almost never a viable option after big moves for children. Money on Holly’s solution of “let yourself feel sad about it for a while” being the end game.... oh my god it’s just Inside Out isn’t it?

Jesus Christ I was having fun until “Cloud gazing” and you know what I wasn’t expecting that but I should have been. I don’t know how I feel now

pffft da pinwheel broke

Is R&B really the only two dealing with this?

Pretty healthy showing of Trolls from every tribe and they haven’t encountered this yet in enough numbers that either the specific tribes, or the overall community, or a combination of both, haven’t built some kind of transitional or community outreach program for those feeling uprooted?

like I know it’s a kids show but the governing, political, and cultural implications of these things are the very kinds of things I’m interested in. it’s the stuff I think about

Disco-ball-ogram

did I mention that puns are objectively the peak of hilarity and there’s no way to prove otherwise?

“I can’t find the words” “fantastafleekaboomboom?” “yeah that’s it”

on that note Big Jay, medium Jay, Little Jay wth

I kinda had an inkling when they called Rhythm and Blues “R” and “B”, and my mind connected that with “D” and “Q” from the movies but hadn’t really settles on or thought on it to much but had made a note of “if Funk trolls habitually use initials as address for whatever reasons how do you distinguish between different Trolls when it gets repetitive and I guess the answer is adjectives

It’s trying SO HARD to be sad but it’s also trying to be very transparent about what's happening to the children and I can respect that it does one of those things very well

Holly shush soothing confused Biggie as he attempts the thumb trick again is legit funny AF best joke of the episode

I just wanna take the time to again make appreciating noises at the animation team. I keep catching moments through episodes where it would have been very easy to make very simple reactions or cuts that could cut some more intricate work out and probably would have been cheaper depending on the puppets. Making Blues do a whole rotation when she sits on the button to look at it instead of mimicking a slightly different version of her sister’s reaction is one such instance.

On that note this is now a Troll’s side profile appreciation blog

There’s being distracted, and then there’s having to wonder if R&B straight up stole this ship because they are not familiar with it at all

I have so many questions about that very confusing bathing Techno Troll I’m gonna just block it out of my memory entirely

Cooper got a chuckle, but Branch got a full ass laugh. That was a legit funny example of him not catching a break. Just.. defeat, then aggravation

uh first off, I knew it, this is just inside out! but second... this is a crisis!

It’s always hard to tell until they actually start singing but Holy shit R&B! Thems some pipes you got.

I am having trouble pinning down a genre though. That acoustic guitar is messing me up. I mean this hits most home for me as some really soft rock? Which while sounding good and keeping with tone, is a shame. I feel like a composer could have had a field day with this show if they wanted to, specifically using genre’s and blending to tell bigger subtle stories about emotions being used. But I don’t think that’s what we got here. We just don’t know anything about what kind of stories the genre's tell to make those connections. Having made a statement as a Country Troll about singing sad songs, they could have had something more Country leaning to show where R&B’s feelings were musically. Or had them sing something distinctly in the Blues style but to subtle I guess. It’s possible it’s trying to be Blues, but if it is my ear isn’t good enough to catch it for sure and I’ll admit that. It is a pretty good melody none the less.

Ok that completely mellow delivery of “There is still a massive wormhole that’s about to eat our friends”.... like you can see it coming from a hundred miles away, and it’s still hilarious.

Biggie no stop rule of 3 does not apply here now it’s just embarrassing

I mean yeah, it’s definitely just the message of Inside Out. Let yourself feel bad. Not everything can be fixed. But that’s not a bad thing. Its a great message for kids and adults. To many people look at negative emotions and think “what can I do to get rid of those right now” instead of facing the situation, handling what you can, and accepting what you can’t. More variations in more places gets that message across more and it’s desperately needed.

#Trollstopia #dreamworks trolls #r&b sisters #queen poppy #Holly Darling #liveblogging

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gingernut1314 · 5 months

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Songbird Pt. 7

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: The Buggy Pirates have made dock for a much-needed resupply and you are met with surprise.

Tags: Fluffff, angst??

Word Count: 4.1K

Song suggestion: (Where do I begin) Love Song

A/N: Soooo I might go MIA again for like a week and a half, but I'm almost done this semester so that means I'll get more time to write after! I hope you all enjoy this part and thank you for bearing with my absences! 🩷 🩷

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes

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The Buggy Pirates had made a dock on some island for a much-needed restock of all the ship's essentials. The island was small and full of locals and what seemed to be other pirates, no Marine in sight. It was strange to you, never having seen an island with such a lack of those white shirt-wearing soldiers.

One of the girls on your crew, Esmeralda, sleep talker and ex-equestrian stunts act, had told you it was because the mayor of this island was paying them off to keep them from sniffing around. Though, the skittish contortionist, who had shown you around the Big Top, had meekly reminded Esmeralda that was merely a rumor the townsfolk floated around.

Rumor or not, it was still such a bizarre sight to see--bizarre but very much welcomed.

You had spent most of the day with the other girls on the Buggy Pirates, collecting the supplies Cabaji had assigned each of you to get and bring them back to the ship. Cabaji had, of course, assigned you to gather more straw for Richie’s room. You didn’t mind, finding it a great time to buy the lion some little treats you could give him when you cleaned.

After all, Richie was just a cat who was too big for his own good and you wanted to be able to pet him. You had gotten close, but as soon as your hands started combing through his mane, he seemed to remember he was supposed to hate you.

You were anything but undetermined and knew by the end of the week that cat would be purring under your touch.

When you and the girls had dropped off the last of your supplies, you found the rest of the crew wrapping up the rest of their chores and rushing back off the ship, their flashiest outfits on, ready to kick back and drink.

Your friends, on the other hand, still had work to do. Work that involved getting you new clothes so you weren’t borrowing theirs anymore. Borrowing and sometimes losing said clothes in the mess that was Buggy’s room. You made a mental note to find them that night and return them the following morning.

“Why do I need something this fancy?” You asked, looking at yourself in the mirror of one of the dress shops in the smaller city you had docked in. The dress was--beautiful. Red, silky, and showed off your assets in a classy yet sexy manner.

“Because you never know what situation you’ll find yourself in,” Esmeralda said from her spot sitting on the waiting bench, the skittish contortionist sitting at her side. The other girls sat on the floor before them, nodding in agreement.

“A dress like that is perfect for impressing your man.” Seqii, one of the three acrobatic girls that made up the Arieal Ensemble on Buggy’s crew, said. Your body went tense and you snapped around to find Seqii sporting a mischievous grin while the rest of her ensemble tried and failed to hold their giggles back.

“My man? I have no man.” You snapped a bit too defensively.

“Sure you don’t.” Emi, who stood behind the others, said, hardly looking your way as she rebraided her hair. She was a part of the Daring Duo with her twin brother, both sword swallowers.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are,” Emi said, matching your snappiness. She finished her braid and threw it over her shoulder. “Every night, you sneak out of our room when you think we’ve all fallen asleep. We haven’t.” Esmeralda gave a bit of a cringe at Emi’s snappy words but nodded in agreement.

“I have trouble sleeping.” You shot, trying desperately to get them to give up the idea that you had a man on the ship. A man who was not just any man but actually their captain. Emi shot you a wicked grin.

“Yeah, 'cause you're busy getting dick all night long.” The girls before you laughed at Emi’s bluntness. You stood there, open-mouthed, trying to find something else to say to smooth over the situation, but nothing came to mind besides your own panic.

Shit, shit, shit.

At least they didn’t know it was Buggy. You could be fucking Cabaji for all they knew. You almost shivered in something akin to disgust at the thought.

“You’re just jealous.” You shot back like some child. Emi huffed in amusement.

“No one’s coming at you about it. I’m fucking Cabaji, Seqii’s fucking one of the Superhuman Domingos,” Seqii gave a little hell yeah, “Esmeralda’s fucking Mohji even though his lion ate her horse,”

“He said he was sorry.” Esmeralda huffed, crossing her arms. A sliver of tears filled her eyes at the mention of her horse turned lion chew toy.

“And you’re fucking the captain. See, no biggy.” You froze. Completely. How did she--there was no way she knew.

“I’m not--” You gave a scoffing huff. “The captain--he’s just--I’m not fucking him.” Emi’s smirk stayed plastered on her lips.

“Sure you’re not. Buy the dress, I want a drink.” She said, grabbing hold of Seqii who was cracking up like she had heard the best joke in the world, and pulled her out of the shop. You turned to Esmeralda who shrugged sheepishly your way.

“I heard red is his favorite color.”

You bought the dress. A dress Esmeralda had told you to wear for a reason she was being rather secretive about. A secret reason you grew more and more suspicious of when you found none of the other girls dressing up to head to the bar you were all going to--none of the other crew either.

“Stop being so nosy and just go with it.” She had said with a huff as she pulled your hair into an elaborate updo.

You now walked through the night fallen streets, Esmeralda and the skittish contortionist at your side giggling and all but bouncing in excitement. It took all your willpower not to grab hold of them and shake them down for answers.

“Okay, okay--are you ready?” Esmeralda asked, grabbing hold of your arm and all but shaking you.

“You’re the one who told me to go with it, so sure.” Esmeralda gave you another little shake before the three of you rounded the corner.

There sat a lonely restaurant. A nice restaurant, with fairy lights, trimmed bushes, and a fancy host standing outside waiting to let guests in to match.

And standing before the restaurant and all its fanciness was Buggy. Buggy who wore an outfit you had never laid eyes on. One that was way nicer than anything you had seen him wear since meeting him. A puffy white shirt with frills that spilled out of the front of a red and white striped vest. He wore a pair of teal pants that matched his eyes and his long hair cascaded down his back and over his shoulders in a glorious blue waterfall.

Buggy smiled brightly upon seeing you--a smile almost as bright as the sparkles in his makeup.

He was--stunning. All done up like this, the fairy lights casting light down on him in just the right way. He looked like some lost prince come straight from a fairy tale.

“Surprise!” He greeted, throwing his hands out as he gestured to the surrounding area around him.

Giggling caught in your ears and you were reminded that you had been walked here by two members of Buggy’s crew. Two members of Buggy’s crew who could not, for the life of them, keep a secret. A secret you were surprised they had kept from you for this long.

The conversation you’d had with the rest of the girls in that shop echoed through your head.

Oh shit. They hadn’t kept it a secret. They knew. Everyone knew.

“Songbird, you look so bea--upset. You’re upset.” You blinked at Buggy who had migrated his way to you. His smile faltered the smallest bit.

“I’m not upset. They--” You turned to look back at your two friends who were grinning away. Esmeralda threw you a thumbs-up. “They know.” Buggy shrugged, flashing the two a smile and a thumbs-up of his own.

“I know. I asked them to get you all dolled up and over here.” He said, returning his green-blue eyes onto you. “And what a good job they did.” His voice grew gruff in that way that had your stomach flopping around all giddy. Buggy ran a gloved hand up the length of your arm, sending goosebumps rising where he touched. “Do a little twirl for me, baby.” He leaned in closer, so close you could smell whatever cologne he had put on.

Sweet and dark--like an overly sweet old fashioned. Like black licorice. He smelled so good you wanted to take a bite out of him. You almost did, had that bit of anxiety not been spiked in you.

“You’re not worried? About them knowing?”

“Why would I be worried?” You almost scoffed, looking back to find your two friends, who were giggling and cheering as they rushed off to the bar the rest of the crew would surely be at by now.

“Because--I don’t know. Typically it’s frowned upon to be--in relation with your captain.” You said, turning back to face your captain who looked like he didn’t have a care in the world at that moment. It surprised you that this of all things was what he chose to be easygoing about. Especially since Buggy was not a very easygoing person. “People get restless when they think someone is getting special treatment over them.”

“But you’re not getting special treatment because you asked me not to give you special treatment.” He grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you flush against him. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist, letting his warmth seep into your skin. “Asked in a very convincing way that I believe should get more recognition.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows that had you rolling your eyes dramatically. You shoved him away playfully.

“Fine. If you're not going to worry, I won’t worry.” Buggy pulled you back in, nibbling at your jaw.

“If anyone gets restless, baby. You say the word and I’ll throw them overboard--have you sing a funeral song while I march them off the plank.” You hummed, loving the promise of torment for your sake.

“Still want me to do a twirl for you, baby?” Buggy pulled away from you fast.

“Please, songbird.” You smirked, allowing Buggy to spin you around like you were doing some sort of dance. Once you had finished your slow rotation, Buggy was pulling you right back in and kissing your lips in that fiery way he kissed you. A kiss you gave him right back, looping your arms around his neck to hold him closer, all but forgetting about the fancy restaurant and its host standing behind you.

“You look very pretty tonight.” You murmured, running your fingers through his silken hair that he had allowed to flow free for the night. “Wish I could see your hair down more often.” His ears turned a dusted red at your compliments. A dusted red you knew the rest of his face would be had it not been for the make-up he had applied.

“And you look very beautiful tonight. Like a true sea goddess.” He said, kissing your cheek which grew warm just as his under such compliments. You kissed his cheek right back as the sound of a distant clock tower chimed on the turning of the hour. Buggy’s eyes lit up in excitement as he pulled away, his hand finding yours before it could get too lonely. “And that means we are right on time for our reservation.”

You latched onto his strong arm, wanting to keep as close to him as you could. It wasn’t every day you got to be with Buggy out in the open like this. To be able to hold his hand and kiss his cheeks without care of who was watching.

He guided you towards the nice restaurant behind you. A restaurant there was no way Buggy had gotten a reservation at.

“Isn’t this place--I don’t know…too fancy for pirates?” You asked, looking over the gray stone building. Ivy had grown over the bottom half, framing the windows which glowed with a dim, warm light that seeped out of them. Warm light that the fairy lights, which had been woven into the ivy, shared.

“They don’t care who you are as long as you’re paying,” Buggy said, gaining your eye again. “It’s a Baratie wanna-be. Opened two years after old Red-Leg’s place did.” He gave that funky laugh of his. “That old man would probably tear this place down if he knew it existed.”

You agreed. From what Sanji had told you of his guardian, you knew it had been his dream to open that place. A dream he had fought tooth and nail to get, so it wouldn’t surprise you in the least if this place was brought to his attention, he would get just the tiniest bit mad.

“Heard the food’s still good. And I finally have a hot date to take with me to see if it's true.” Buggy grinned like a doofus, bopping you on the nose.

“So…this is a date, huh?” You asked in a teasing tone. One you used to keep the question light and humorous, so that, if the answer was no, you could brush it off with ease.

A label still hadn’t been put on whatever the hell was going on between you two. A label that was never talked about because rejection hurt like a bitch. And even though whatever this situation was felt serious--real--you were in no mindset to get hurt again for a very, very long time. So, light and humorous it was.

“What else would it be, songbird? Gotta spoil you somehow since you won’t let me on my ship.” Giddiness rose in your chest. A date. A real one even. It almost had you giggling and kicking your feet like you were a love-sick teenager.

“Consider me spoiled then.” You managed to get out sounding normal even though your thoughts were anything but.

The restaurant was beautiful. Warmly lit, crystal chandlers, ivy-wrapped pillars, gold-lined napkins, and even a grand stage Buggy told you would host a small band of musicians that night. It was all so lavish--expensive.

One look at the menu nearly had you fainting in confirmation.

“Buggy…spoiling me is one thing, but this is--this is too much. I don’t have enough berry for--” A detached hand came up to shush you. A hand you went to swat away like a fly had it not dodged your attack.

“You won’t be paying, songbird. I have enough berry for the both of us.” You shook your head on a sigh, knee bouncing under the white-clothed table. You didn’t want him to spend that much on you--spend his hard-earned berry on you. You weren’t worth that much. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say as much, Buggy’s hand came up and shushed you once more.

“Let me take care of you, songbird.” He said, a small smile pulling to his lips. One meant to ease your worries. “Let me be your rich man.”

His words surprised you. Surprised you because he had remembered such an unimportant detail in the short, sad story that was your life. One you’d told him a month ago while sharing a warm bath--that he’d actually listened to.

“Order what you want--anything you want.” He said, leaning in closer so he could flash you a cheesy smirk. “I want you to be so full you can hardly walk home.”

You blinked at him--watched him carefully and saw that he meant it--that you weren’t being a burden to him. Saw that he was--excited to spoil you with this overly expensive food. You took his gloved hand and pulled it from your lips, placing a soft kiss to the bit of exposed wrist there. The show of affection had Buggy looking all so beautifully flustered.

“Only if you carry me home.” Buggy covered his flusteredness with that cheesy smirk of his.

“And how would you like to be carried, my Magnificent Songbird.” You tapped your chin in dramatic thought.

“Piggyback.” You allowed Buggy’s hand to reattach itself to his arm, though Buggy kept hold of your own hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Piggyback it is.” He said, sliding your menu closer to you, almost as if in challenge. And you were not one to back down from a good old-fashioned challenge--especially when the reward was your captain carrying you piggyback.

You still felt horrid ordering as much as you did, but Buggy hardly batted an eye in worry. He oooed and ahhed at the things you ordered, licking his lips in dramatic hunger before ordering his own food.

While you waited for all the food and drink you and Buggy had ordered, the lights dimmed further and a spotlight illuminated the grand stage at the back of the restaurant. You turned your head to see the band--no duo--make their way onto the stage, holding hands with one another and smiling brightly at everyone. You nearly fainted again.

“No fucking way…” You breathed, whipping your head back around to face Buggy, who had been watching their entrance with a bit of judgment on his face. An entrance you knew hadn’t been flashy enough for him and therefore required judgment. His green-blue eyes softened when he looked back at you in all your breathtakeness. “Did you know who was performing tonight?” He shook his head.

“You know them?” Your mouth fell open as you turned back to watch the duo part ways, the woman taking her place at the piano, and the man taking his place just before it, violin in hand.

“Know them…” You breathed, quickly looking back to Buggy whose green-blue eyes were still glued to your features. “She’s my inspiration. I--she performed at our mayor's wedding when I was a kid. My mom was working it and was able to sneak me in to watch her from under one of the tables.” You said, craning your head back around just as she gave the audience a warm greeting, introducing herself and her husband.

Your chair moved and you just hardly stopped yourself from making a startled noise before you disturbed everyone around you. Detached gloved hands gripped the back of your chair as they carefully dragged you over to their owner, who was moving his own chair to make space for you next to him.

Once you stopped moving, his hands reattached and one found its way over your shoulders, pulling you close.

“It’s not a front-row seat, but at least you won’t have a crick in your neck.” He said, poking at your neck with a smile. You smiled right back up at him, an excited noise you couldn’t help escaping you. With a quick kiss to his red, painted lips, you turned back to watch as her husband rested his violin between his shoulder and jaw, locking eyes with his wife on a nod.

Fingers fluttered across keys and bow danced over string in a flowing, heart-wrenching harmony. In a soft, whispering back and forth as if lovers. A harmony that rose and fell as if on their very heartbeats.

Silence fell and their breaths held before she began to sing. Light notes spilled from her lips, ones giving voice to the instruments in the musician's hands. Instruments that drifted upwards to greet her song. A song the two lovers had wept and cried to the audience through string and key. A song about lovers who could never be together because they belonged to opposite forces of nature. To the night sea, whose voice rang through the violin, and the morning air, whose voice rang through piano and its mistress’s song.

It was one you knew by heart. One you had committed to memory. One your mother would sing to you before bed.

The song came to a tearful close and you were the first to clap, Buggy joining quickly after you.

“I know that song. You’ve sung it for me before.” Buggy said, pulling you back into him. You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. You remembered. Back on the Going Merry. It was one of the songs you sang to help keep his mind off the torment those fishmen put him through.

“She was good, but she doesn’t hold a candle to you.” You scoffed a laugh at him.

You. Better than her. No. Never. She was a professional. Had gone through training. You were just--you.

“It’s why you’re the star of my next show and no one else.” Buggy whispered, placing a kiss to your temple as his hand ran up and down your arm. Goosebumps formed over your skin again as a warm, happy feeling filled your chest. One that had been stirring around in your chest for a while now. One that only stirred to live around Buggy.

It was a feeling you were also quick to stomp down. To bury it back where it had come from…but tonight you let it simmer. Let it fester in a way you knew there was no coming back from. Because that feeling--it made you happy. Made you nestle into Buggy deeper to take in the scent of his new cologne and his natural musk, which sat just beneath it.

You’re food came halfway through the end of the next song and your mouth watered at the sight and smell of it all. It was food you had only ever tasted this fancy and carefully crafted while on board the Going Merry, though no food would ever be as good as Sanji’s cooking.

You and Buggy devoured the meal before you, taking bits and pieces from each other dishes as well. You ate so much, you felt as if you had turned into a beach ball that would need to be rolled down the street.

Buggy had grabbed the check before you could look at it, all but commanding you to watch the performance still happening on stage. You begrudgingly did, though it wouldn’t take much convincing to keep watching her as she sang song after song about love and heartbreak and everything in between. Songs you knew and songs you didn’t, which you were quick to try and remember.

By the end of the night, you had tears in your eyes as the duo said their goodbyes and left backstage. It had been a dream come true to be able to see her perform like this--without worry about being caught and thrown out. Eating good food, while in the arms of someone you greatly enjoyed being around.

Buggy stood and you followed him with a little groan, all the food you had eaten still having yet to fully digest. A mischievous smirk played on Buggy’s lips as he stopped you from walking towards the exit.

“Hold on, songbird. Hop on.” He said gesturing towards his back.

“You’re going to carry in out of the restaurant?” You asked, looking about to see a few other couples leaving, neither of which being carried by the other.

“That was part of our little deal. You order, I carry you. No walking done in between.”

“I don’t think that was ever a part of the deal.”

“Oh, yes it was. Check the fine print, baby.” You huffed in amusement. A huff that turned into a laugh as you let yourself give into the silliness. Who was going to stop you? You’d already paid.

“Kneel down a little, you're too tall.” You laughed, watching the clown do as he was told. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hopped on, Buggy taking your weight with an ease that had your cheeks warming. His arms wrapped around your thighs tight, holding you in place before he began all but sauntering out of there, leaving no room for people not to watch.

Buggy was a showman by nature. It was one of the many things you liked about the man.

You both waved to the hosts and waiters in a flashy manner, them watching you bug-eyed before you made it back into the night air.

“That was really nice, Buggy. Thank you.” You said, placing a kiss to his warm cheek.

“Like I’ve said before, songbird. Anything for you.” That warm feeling only grew and you kissed him once more, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You know what, I think I’m ready for seconds.” Buggy mused, making you groan.

“I couldn’t eat another bite, I’ll explode.” You saw the corner of his red-painted lips pull up just as a detached hand smacked you on the ass.

“Baby, you won’t be doing the eating.” You felt your body burn at his words, but rolled your eyes in mock annoyance in show for him.

“You’re such a jackass."

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paigemathews · 7 months

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Okay seriously?! I don't understand that anon's problem?!?!?! Are people really that pathetic and needy that they sit waiting for people to reply all day long? In this day and age life is so incredibly busy and hard as you said there's not many moments to sit still and just appreciate life anymore and it royally sucks :/ I'm sure you just like me would love to have time to edit and talk away to people a lot more but sadly it only comes around every now and again for chances life has to come first no matter how much you may want to interact and obsess over your shows. If the anon is that bothered why not try messaging other charmed blogs who may have a little more time to answer if it's that big of a deal? Sounds to me like it's a teenager who doesn't have to work or have family, pay bills among other things such as health and just taking a "you" moment with a cuppa and a book to switch off for all of 5 minutes if that. I'd give anything for some time to live again adulting is soooo much fun..said nobody ever x'D

I think that to some extent, it's easy to view people on the internet, especially specialized blogs like this, as content instead of individuals doing something for fun. Same notion as why you shouldn't give criticism to people who don't ask for it. This is a hobby that people are doing for fun in their spare time, and they're not obligated to give you anything: fics, edits, meta, thoughts, etc.

The funny thing to me is that I definitely get the desire for more Charmed content. I mean, one of the only things I even use Tumblr for anymore is the Charmed tag. And it's definitely a small fandom and there's not a ton of people creating stuff or writing or editing or anything like that. Which is why I made this blog.

Like sometimes, if you want more content? More fics, more aesthetics, more headcanons, more meta, more anything? Ya gotta make it yourself. I mean. I'm not saying don't engage with other people's stuff, but this is a show that ended nearly two decades ago unfortunately. And depending on what you're wanting in regards to characters, ships, plots, scenes, etc., you're gonna have to do the specific stuff yourself sometimes. (Please be aware that I Am Not Saying Not to Engage with People but like if you're wanting something specific... you can also do that? Like, honestly, asking another blog and then still doing it yourself means more content, which no one is gonna be sad about.)

Okay, but yeah, back to the point. (Me going on a tangent? Pft, that's the entire blog, lbr,) Anon was definitely a frustrated teenager with a bit of an entitled fandom problem, who is almost definitely gonna look back on this in a few years and cringe. And I say that bc, while I was so by far not the worst, my entry into fandom was not on the best angle of things. (There's literally an apology on my FFN profile for anyone I ever gave "constructive criticism" to as a teenager, and I still feel bad about it today.) And don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly thrilled with getting called a bitch - actually, no, that's a lie, I started laughing at that, might be one of the best moments of my life. But I hope (and recommend) that they find their own creative way to engage with fandom! Just preferably not Dear John-ing random Charmed blogs for not answering fast enough (thanks @chloesaunders for that reply, it's now the exclusive way imma talk about it).

#asks #good grief i really cant keep things short can i #this is the other half of the reason i didnt bother writing out a response to the other anon lmao #i initially started and then it was two paragraphs long and i took a step back and went #is this actually going to be helpful when their only goal was a guilt trip? and the answer was no so #i think that my response was funny af tho so i think it was the better one lol

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misqnon · 9 months

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ranting about the dragon prince under cut (and by ranting i mean. criticizing it)

Season 5 of the dragon prince comes out soon. and I'm gonna watch it, bc I'm genuinely interested in the story and (some) of the characters but Bro.

This show could have been SOOOO GOOD and in my opinion it is just so. so held back by all these weird avoidable flaws

like, the extremely childish humor. like bad

the weird writing, the odd pacing, the strange focus on humor bits that aren't funny and literally take away precious time from the VERY INTRICATE PLOT THEYRE TRYING TO TELL BUT NO LOOK AT THESE PASTRIES GETTING ON PEOPLE'S FACES HEHEHE FART JOKE AS WELL

and the conflicts are Extremely Obvious and on the nose. like that episode between the sun elves and the human camp

I know this show is inspired by avatar but that's like the perfect example of how to make a show for kids that isn't excessively Childish. they've made like 4 kinda tryhard avatar references so LEARN FROM THE SHOW U KEEP TALKING ABT BRO 😭😭

now that I think about it the entirety of the dragon prince feels like of all of atla was under the same writing vibes as the great divide episode. like epic plot, epic characters (aaravos, the dragons, rayla and the moonshadow elves, viren, ezran as a child king!) But then they have the most threatening character in the entire show do shit like nose booping for a funny haha. but it's so cringe

or when they made that weird joke about claudia loving the smell of her boyfriends farts bc they smell like petrichor?? HELLO????

I could also mention the elephant in the room of how aaron eehasz got allegations for having a semi-abusive work environment (especially towards women) during like seasons 1 and 2 I think?? Idk where that went cause its been such a long time and I don't follow anything about the show aside from watching it

And this is less of a thing about the actual show but. The Fandom. Is so.

I feel bad saying this cause they aren't even problematic necessarily its just very weird and annoying and kinda. Kinda dumb

I see so many tdp posts on my dash just from following the tag of people obsessing over rayla and callum like its the deepest het ship in existence when its two teenagers who have known each other for like a year and have very basic chemistry

and it follows the same weird Fandom phenomenon that royai does where you have a perfectly healthy and equal het ship and the fandom takes it and goes OOOH LETS PUT GENDER ROLES ON IT AND CALL IT CUTE <333

also people commenting about how deep the show is when it's really?? Not?? They paint it with flowery language and dramatics in these pretentious tumblr posts about the show and then it's really not that at all? like don't get me wrong the world building is obviously intricate and you can tell they went full in and had fun with it (behind the scenes) but how much of it really made it into the show. and also...worldbuilding =/= emotional depth.

there ARE really good moments and the coin thing with raylas family is cool and so it claudia's journey but even some of these are cut down by the random shitty humor that's always ruining everything including tense scenes, moods, and screentime

also the other day someone posted an AI generated image of a dude who barely looked like callum with actual random circles on his face from AI distortion, tagged it, paraded it off as fanart, and there were like FORTY PEOPLE IN THE NOTES SAYING LIKE "great fanart :3" "love the idea!" "nice art!" And I commented that it was AI and they blocked me like YOU GUYS ARE SO....STUPID

kay im done sorry

#microphone effect #not tagging this cause no need to just complain about it in the tag lmao. this is just my personal opinion But I Stand By It

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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A Change of Heart part 3

CW: Whumper turning caretaker, Injured whumpee, whumpee afraid of caretaker, whumpee being considered merchandise, recovering from a cauterizing, broken ribs, mild stripping, rough caretaker, some medical whump

((Prompt tags! Idk if you still want to be tagged here, as it started as a prompt, so if you no longer want to be tagged here, let me know))

part 1 and 2

Darius sat on the metal rail on the side of the road. He held Felix in his arms, holding him close to his chest, a hand holding a cloth to the wound on his side. Felix laid his head limply against his shoulder, tilting it to the side. He was breathing heavily, face sweating, eyes half closed.

He couldn’t move.

He let out a tiny whimper, almost inaudible. Darius tucked his hair out of his face, dabbing his forehead off with his sleeve. “Just hold on, they're almost here...” Darius whispered. He kept glancing back and forth down the empty road, then down at the phone he was struggling to grasp, wedged in his elbow so he could hold Felix.

Finally, a car pulled up, slamming on the brakes with a screech in front of them.

“It’s about time!” Darius yelled, sliding an arm under his legs to pick him up.

“Ehh, you’re welcome?” A woman hissed, slamming the side door open. Darius laid Felix in the back of the van, he winced in pain as he was set down.

“My goodness Darius, he needs to go to a hospital!” The woman scolded.

“No, we can’t Janis, I shouldn’t even have him. We’ll both get taken, probably killed if we go to a hospital.”

“So what are you going to do, huh? Take him home? Stich him up yourself?” She threw her hands in the air.

“Yep!” He said, cracking open a water bottle, pulling Felix up enough to tilt it to his lips. Felix choked down a couple of gulps before he was out of breath, wrenching his head away. Darius soaked up a cloth in his hands with the remaining water and cleaned up as much blood from his side as he could. Felix let out a whine, his whole body flinching, instinctively grabbing Darius’s wrists to pull him away.

“Sssh, no no, you gotta hang on son, be tough...” Darius tried to soothe, prying his fingers off his wrist and laying his hand back down. Felix twisted his head to the side to hide his face in the seat, eyes squeezed shut, his body visibly cringing with each stroke of the cloth.

Janis shook her head as she climbed into the drivers seat, stepping on the gas. “Janis! Easy! Try and not jostle the car please.” Darius complained. “Yeah yeah.” She waved, easing down on the gas.

“What even happened, Darius? One day you’re calling me up about this nice paying job you got, and you’re soooo happy with, and now you’re running off with this half dead kid and you're drenched in blood. Who is he, what happened?” She snapped.

“I’ll explain later...” He muttered, pulling out a fresh bandage from a first aid kit.

“Jeez, you’re both a mess.” She shook her head. She drove them to a well kept home, mowed lawn, a fresh garden with a swing on the porch.

“Clear?” He asked. “Clear enough.” She shrugged glancing around the road.

“Alright kid, up we go.” Darius grunted, hoisting him up in his arms.

Felix tried to lean out of his grasp, but he was quickly lifted anyway, letting out a small cry. “Please.. Please don’t hurt me...” Felix pleaded with a weak voice, forcefully being held against Darius’s chest.

Darius wanted to assure him he was only trying to help him and promise he wouldn’t hurt him, but he knew the night would still be a painful process. His wound was horrific, burned and infected. He couldn’t answer his question, he only let out a guilty sigh. The silence only made Felix more uncomfortable, as he slightly squirmed around in his arms, regretting it immediately as he cringed, curling in on himself from the pain shooting through his side.

"Easy. Just lie still." Darius instructed.

The inside was just as clean and delightful as it was on the outside. Light colored furniture, plush carpets, the pleasant tick tick tick from a grandfather clock. Darius wasted no time climbing the stairs into the bathroom, using his foot to uncurl a folding chair tucked against a shelf. He gently sat him down, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Stay here for a minute please.” He instructed, turning the bath on full blast, and closing the door behind. The cool air slowly turned warm from the steaming bath behind him. The running water felt loud, ringing in his ears. Felix struggled to look around, trying to find someplace to slip out. The window was much too high, he could try and stand to slip out the door, but walking would be painful.

He stood up anyway, his legs trembling beneath him, his side screaming at him to just stop and rest. He gasped when he fell forwards, slamming onto the door, gripping the handle for support. His wrist instinctively turned the knob, as his weight resting against the door pushed it open, as he hit the ground. He cried out, biting his sleeve in an effort to numb the pain, as pain pulsed through his body. He whimpered into the floor as he blinked his eyes open, his vision swaying like he was strung upside-down, tears started trickling down his face.

Darius climbed the stairs, hands full of medical supplies. His face froze when he saw the bathroom door was open. He dropped everything in his hands that clattered to the floor in a heap, as he sprinted to the door, wrenching it open. It swung open to reveal Felix laying on the floor in the doorway even not moving.

Darius pulled him up into his arm, hoisting him over his shoulder, and bending down to put him back in the seat. He took his face in both his hands, using his thumb to force one eye open to check his pupils. He gently leaned his head back against the chair, he was barely conscious, being silent and still. He collected the pile of supplies back into his arms, slipping into the room, as he used scissors to cut his shirt off. It was shredded and soaked in blood anyway...

He took an arm around his waist, arching his back off the chair enough to wrap a Vaseline soaked cloth winding it tightly around his ribs. He could feel a rib was crooked, most likely broken. Great... What else could possibly be broken in this mess. Felix still didn’t stir, head tilted back against the chair. He didn’t stir when Darius lifted him in his arms, laying him in the warm tub. He kept the water shallow enough it didn’t reach his wound, as he pulled out the detachable showerhead to rinse him off.

He kept the water at a comfortable cool temperature, often spraying it on his own forearm to make sure it wasn't too cold or hot. He kept one hand on Felix’s chin to keep his head straight as he rinsed his hair out of all the dirt and blood, dark bloody water fell around him off to mix into the rest of the bath. Darius wanted a shower himself after spending a night in the hot forest, but he had priorities first.

“Hey.” He heard a voice behind him. “Mmm?” He twisted his head. “How’s he doing?” Janis asked. “Might have some broken ribs.” He sighed. “Sure you can’t take him in?” She asked. “Positive. He’s merchandise... Damaged goods in the eyes of the state. He has to stay here for now, until I figure out what to do with him.” Darius sighed. “What about family? Doesn’t he have a home we can just drop him off at?” She asked. “No. He shouldn’t. People who get shipped there don’t have any family. They're the last of their kin, that way no one looks or fights for em when they get taken away.” He sighed.

“That’s messed up. Why did you work there again?” She shook her head. Darius let out a sigh, popping the drain in the tub with a swishing sound. “I had the skills and the pay was good.” He shrugged. “If they call, say nothing. Say you haven’t heard from me at all in the past three days. Okay?” He asked. “Okay...” Janis sighed. “I’ll make you two something to eat, you must be starved.” She muttered, wandering off. “Thanks.” He nodded, looking back at Felix, who was unconscious now, head tilted to the side.

“We’ve got one big ride ahead of us kid. Closest thing I’ll get to riding a roller coaster.” He chuckled.

((Prompt tags! Idk if you still want to be tagged here, as it started as a prompt, so if you no longer want to be tagged here, let me know))

Tag list: @grizzlie70 @alien-octopus @lave-whump @amethysts-sideblog @pyromilka @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight @yet-another-heathen @princessofonward

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper turned caretaker #rough caretaking #rescued whumpee #whumpee afraid of caretaker #recovering whumpee #creepy caretaker

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yazthebookish · 3 years

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Hi!! ❤️❤️

first of all, love your posts

second, dont’t know if you will end up posting this, just to avoid some haters (and I SUPER understand) but I would love to discuss somethings to someone (I think it’s going to be long so sorry 😂)

I find really funny how e*riels treat elain and az “relationship” because they always treat her like this delicate damsel I’m distress who needs to be saved (blood duel) from the abusive horrible guy (Lucien) and how Az is her pretty dark prince

And then saying things like how they want soooo much someone to reject the mating bond (since SJM sayid multiple times this existis) and how the cauldron not always choose right and how Azriel doesn’t need a mate and then “they are mates you will see he is her second (or better wet true) mate, it’s all clear”

I think it’s funny to how most people, when ship this couple, don’t “think” about Elain’s character development, they “want” Az to do like everything for the couple (aka look a blood duel where I’m going to fight until death for my forbidden love while she patient waits for me to kill her true mate and they maybe start a war but hey it’s a forbidden love right? SO ROMANTIC) while Elain’s goes from shield by her sisters to shield by Az and never ever truly been herself never really leaving the cocoon .

In fact sometimes I think they are really a possibilite, but they are so bad to each other, they don’t bring the best on each other

I mean, yes SJM mentioned the blood duel but in what world do people live to believe LUCIAN (in all people) is going to go with it? He would never accept it (and not because he is a coward oh because he can’t defeat Az, it because he thinks of Elain and respect HER)

And rejecting the mate bond would make Lucian (one of SJM favorites) an SA survivor who is been thru A LOT on his life suffer even more (and highly chances of him not having a truly HEA because well having a mate - a rare thing - who loves other man and doesn’t want to be with you is brutal)

I’m not really a fan of Elain (I mean how can I like or dislike someone who has zero development) but I would love to see she grows and recognize her mistakes (because she, like Nestha, had done a lot) and grow out of the shell and I truly believe that this is not going to happen if she stays in the NC and I think she, like Feyre and Nestha, needs to “leave” to find her true self, her “true” family (like Feyre with de IC and Nestha with the Valkyries) and what she really wants for her life (and no I’m saying she needs to be this badass warrior, I’m saying she needs to grow in all ways of her life)

Sometimes I think SJM is going with the “rejecting the mate bond” plot but then it didn’t really sits well with me?

I mean it’s possible but then it don’t make “all parts” happy since we have the Lucien part and if we are thinking about numbers book 6 will be about who or what? Because if we have Az + Gwyn now we will have Elain + Lucien and that closes just right the story

I think now I’m just delivering random thoughts because I don’t know what to think anymore 😂

Hello Anon🤍! And thank you!

I'll post it anyways since I won't tag it

The whole forbidden love trope for Azriel, Elain, and Lucien is the most boring plotline. It really is and this is coming from someone that enjoys forbidden romance from time to time but for this dynamic it will make me cringe so bad.

1. Azriel and Elain are attracted to each other but they're not in love. You need true and deep love for forbidden love to make it more devastating and emotional. They don't have that. A small smile, fleeting glances, and a tray of potatoes just doesn't cut it for me.

2. Lucien is too sensible to participate in the Blood Duel and Az, as much as I love him, will look like an idiot.

3. They want someone to reject the bond yet come up with theories about Elucien's bond being fake and her true mate is Azriel? pick one struggle please. If we will witness a mate rejection it won't be with Lucien and Elain because it's too late for that.

4. Azriel didn't bat an eye when Elain was being dragged to the Cauldron while Cassian even though he was half conscious tried to pull himself towards Nesta. Who reacted to Elain and broke Hybern's unbreakbale restraints to reach her? Lucien. Feyre went into his head and looked into his thoughts, his and Elain's mating bond are real. They're mates. It's canon. Period.

5. We have seen Azriel not respecting Elain's decision to scry for the trove. He had no say in it, he isn't her lover or her mate or a family member when Feyre was willing to let her try. She told all of them she was ready to do it yet what did Azriel do a few pages later? He doesn't want Elain to do it because it'll expose her to the darkness and even Cassian goes "and Nesta should?". He has no reason to be overprotective and not wanting her to have a chance at exploring her powers. He had no excuse for it, and I am 100% if he said this while Elain was present she would've been pissed.

6. ACOSF reinforced the whole Elain does not belong to the Night Court. Sarah always foreshadows something using symbolism. Cassian said Elain looked ridiculous in black and Nesta finds Elain in black ill-fitting. Elain always seek the sunlight of course where she is meant to be is not the Night Court. Even Nesta says the Spring Court is perfect for Elain. Not saying that Elain will end up with Tamlin because that's a big nope, but.. it's obvious Elain won't stay in the NC.

7. If Sarah wanted Elain to reject the bond she would've done it earlier to give time for Lucien within the two years that have passed to heal and try to move on. Rejection of the bond is devastating for the males and so it's unrealistic if the bond rejection came in book 5 and then Lucien in book 6 finds his love and lived happily ever after. He said to Feyre in ACOWAR he wants to see Elain once and decide if she is worth fighting for, two years forward and he is still making the effort. The situation between Elain, Azriel and Lucien is already complicated as it is and Sarah did not need to add Gwyn to them. She won't be using Gwyn as a plot-device not with Gwyn's background and development.

I hope my points explain it well. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me 🤍

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nonawaaa · 3 years

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20 question fanfic writers edition

Thank you for the tag @nightowl27-writer ❤ even though I'm not that active lately due to school and work 😭

How many works do you have on ao3?

6 and it’s not increasing anytime soon 💀

What’s your total word count?

47,864 (I mostly write short drabbles soooo...)

p.s. I'm just not good with words lmao

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

jkandkan probably 2 or 3 not really sure. Of course I mostly write Naruto and sometimes Boruto, the other 1 or 2 are either still in my drafts or I cringe about it so no no.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Drabbles

We & Us

Limited Strings Attached

New Generation x Originals

Lovers Series: Forsaken Story

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond I promise! It’s just that I respond to most of the comments IN MY HEAD and forget to really post it 😭 So if you ever commented on my fic/s and i didn’t respond pls don’t be mad I responded to it in my head and forgot to post it I’m sorry and I love you 🥺💖

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ohhhh probably Last Kiss and Sa Susunod Na Habang Buhay (In Another Lifetime) I love giving NaruHina some angst 👀

I’m a sucker for angst I love them

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

A Father’s Day Special, it’s a four part series featuring Naruto, Sai, Shikamaru and Sasuke for father’s day. Maybe not the “happiest” but I can say it’s heartwarming and wholesome 😌

Do you do crossovers? If yes, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever written?

I don’t. I don’t think I’m capable of that.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. Not really on ao3 but on ffn and twt. People are so weird.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do 😳 I DIDN’T KNOW THERE WERE KINDS?!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully none but I don’t think I’m that good either.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Glances, an entry I did for SS month, was translated to Vietnamese (I think it was posted on facebook). I’m still stoked about it, I didn't think someone would take their time to translate my work but I’m also being a bit cautious lately about someone translating my work so yeah 😬

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Again, I don’t think I’m capable or even have the ability! If I ever co-write, my co-writer would probably just hate me cos I procrastinate too much 🥲

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Don’t make me choose! I love all of them though I mostly write NaruHina and SasuSaku.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

If WIPs could kill, I would be dead 3 months ago. I really want to finish some smut WIPs as they fill my drafts but I don’t think I’ll ever will (not now at least)

What're your writing strengths?

I don't know I don't really think about it too much, maybe the way I write? Many tell me how can I write with so little words and still get the story clear and out but I don't really think about the word count too much, you can tell a story using a book or a sentence it really depends on how you write it.

What're your writing weaknesses?

Words lmao. I find it hard describing things in a poetic way and just ran out of words. I still try though but I think whenever I try it's too obvious since it's not my style. That's why whenever I read something that is so poetic I get really hooked.

What are your thoughts on writing in other languages in a fic?

It's fun! English is not my first language to begin with so I've been doing it, I just hope I don't offend anyone. I also enjoy writing and reading something in my own language, I just find it funnier when it's Tagalog but I think it's just me .

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Naruto is the first fandom I SERIOUSLY ever wrote for. But for the first fandom it's soooo cringey I don't want to say it

What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

Awww I love them all! I think We & Us is still at top, even though I don't update that often, I never thought I would write a multi-chapter fic so We & Us is really special for me. For a short series I'm in love with Manila Encounters, I just love the idea of different ships meeting in different places in different circumstances. I plan on doing another mini series but I don't have time!

Tagging @thatsakurastan @airashisakura @secrettastemakerland @pinkhairedlily no pressure!

#well hello there #tag game

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cakemakethme · 4 years

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soooo @silkymittsmcgee tagged me in this thingy

Top 3 ships: sidgeno, reddie, stucky, stormpilot (yeah, yeah thats 4 w/e)

Last song: I’m Not Okay (I Promise) - was showing my niece some songs of my youth and exposed her to MCR. she dug it

Lipstick or chapstick: I tired to keep up with making my lips not gross but that didn’t happen but they’re not that bad. I do use lipstick on certain occasions and only the outlast 12 hour ones because I hate when lipstick gets all over the place.

Last movie: Coco (watched it on borrowed disney+) last movie I saw at the theater? it was Cats lol

Reading: dude, I don’t even read books anymore. Fanfics, so many fanfics. There are some books I have on my list the reading group (? maybe) but I gotta buy them *cringe face*

tagging @zashamalkin @fahbee @justinschultzy @universereboot and anyone else if you havent been tagged already

#tag game #personal

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thethistlegirl · 5 years

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Soooo....my AU has a new title and I’ve been playing around with a different cover image as well...

@bands-space-and-monsters-oh-my @dickgrysvn @alchemist-rising @impossiblepluto @whumpwriterforlife @murdocsmacattack @fan-from-the-start @nevcolleil @telltaleclerk @emygirl I’m gonna tag you guys cause either you’re already part of this thing or you’ve asked! And below the cut is a series of three excerpts from the fic as well, although anyone on Discord’s already seen them...

Jack glances up at the mast to see almost everyone coming down. Almost everyone ,except a terrifyingly familiar slender figure in a white shirt. What the hell is Mac doing up in the rigging? He’s not a sailor, he doesn’t belong there! Jack’s already running toward the ropes, even as he hears Charlie yelling from above him.

“Mac! It’s too late! The mast’s going to give, you have to come down!” The sail on Mac’s side is still partially loose, it looks like the section he was trying to secure has gotten away from him. Not surprising, landlubbers shouldn’t be anywhere near sails in a storm. Those sheets of canvas have a mind of their own.

Jack scrambles up the rigging, his hands going numb from the wet, icy ropes. The ship is pitching and rolling more than ever, but Jack barely notices. He passes the men coming down, who give him odd glances. It’s unheard of for a captain to do this.

He reaches the crossbeam and starts along it to where Charlie is trying to reach Mac. The rain is lashing in their faces now, and the movement of the ship means it’s all they can do to stay put.

“Mac!” The kid looks frozen. He’s not moving, blue fingers clutching the canvas in a death grip. “Charlie! Get out of here! It’s too late to salvage this! I’m going to get him down.” Jack makes his way across the ropes. It’s been a long time since he’s been up the masts in a storm, but it’s a familiar rhythm, rolling with the rocking of the ship. He tries to ignore the creaks of splintering wood. If the mast gives out before he gets Mac down...

When he reaches Mac, he puts a steadying hand on the kid’s shoulder and cringes at just how terribly cold he is. Mac is shuddering, body stiff. Jack’s not entirely sure if all it is is the cold, or if something else is wrong. And then Mac turns his head, ever so slightly, and Jack sees the eyes wide with panic. He’s afraid. Of how far up he is, of the storm, something. It doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that Mac is going to die if he doesn’t find a way to deal with that fear and get down.

“Listen to me, Mac. The whole mast is going to snap. And if we fall into the sea they can’t get us back. The mast will drag us down with it.” Mac nods, almost unnoticeable in between shivers. “I’m not going to let you fall. But you have to let go and climb down with me, okay?”

“N-no. If I l-let go I’ll f-fall.” Mac is staring at the water below them, breaths short and shaky.

“No, I’m not going to let you.” Jack twists his fingers into Mac’s belt. “Listen. I’m holding onto the mast, and I’m holding onto you. So let go of the sail and come toward me, slowly.”

Mac finally, slowly, removes his stiff fingers from the sail and begins creeping toward Jack. Jack edges along, working their way toward the mast and the ratlines. If he can get Mac to the point where he can get his feet on the rope netting, maybe the kid will feel comfortable enough to come down.

The mast groans ominously. They’re still halfway up. Jack forces his feet and fingers to move faster. “Mac, we have to get down. Now.”

The next wave rolls them dangerously far to the side. Jack hears the deep, rending pop of the heartwood cracking. The mast is going over any second. They’re still fairly high above the deck, but Jack has a plan. He grabs one of the ropes dangling free and lets go of the netting he’s been scrambling down. “Mac! Hold onto me!” The kid looks absolutely petrified, but to his credit, he does, letting go of the rope and clutching Jack’s sodden coat in a death grip.

The ship pitches, the mast snaps and begins to fall, and Jack swings them both out of the way of the descending beams, rolling them onto the deck as it rises up to meet them with the waves.

Jack pulls Mac out of the way of the falling timbers, both of them sliding across the deck, crashing into the walls of the stern cabin as the mast, like a massive tree, topples sideways, falling with its canvas and ropes into the raging surf.

The men grab hatchets and start chopping off the ropes still holding the mast to the ship. If they don’t cut it loose it will drag them all down.

Jack shudders. If he hadn’t noticed that Mac was in trouble...Mac would still have been up there when the mast fell, possibly Charlie as well. And they still would have needed to cut the mast away. Jack can’t bear to think of how horrible it would be to have left either or both of those men to drown in the storm.

Beside him, Mac is shaking violently. Jack thinks it’s from the icy rain, but then he hears a soft, strangled sob. Mac is crying, tears running down his face with the rain. Jack puts his arm around the kid’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you inside and dry.”

“I’m sorry,” Mac gasps, fingers wrapping around the tin mug of tea Bozer hands him. “I’m afraid of heights.”

“What did you go up there for?” Jack asks.

“You said you needed everyone who could help securing the sails.” He shivers, and Jack can’t tell if it’s because he’s soaked to the bone, or because he’s still terrified. “I’d read about it…”

“And you thought because you’d memorized the correct procedure while sitting safely in your chair, you were qualified to go into the rigging in a storm and attempt it?” Jack shakes his head. “Mac, I know how much you love learning everything from every book you can get your hands on, but at sea, nothing is the way it looks in those diagrams. Wet canvas being dragged every which way by the wind isn’t anything like a couple of pages of paper and ink. There’s never a perfect way to do anything we do out here. That’s something that people who spend their lives at sea learn slowly. You start to feel it in your bones, it’s not up in your head.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No one’s hurt, or dead. But the next time, leave the handling of the ship to the people who know her.” Mac flinches, and his eyes go glassy with tears again. Jack sighs. Curse his blunt sailor’s personality. “Mac, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be harsh. But...you have to understand, the sea is a harsh place. It requires respect. To treat it as if you can understand it is to ask for disaster.” Jack puts his hands on Mac’s shoulders gently. “You saw them cut the mast away when it fell?” Mac nods. “If you had been unable to climb down, that mast would have fallen with you still on it. And to save the ship, we would have had to cut it free, just the same.” Now Jack is the one blinking back tears. Mac swallows and looks up at him.

“And if it had fallen with you and me there, they would have had to do the same,” he says quietly. “Why didn’t you just let me fall?”

Jack wakes out of a nightmare of the mast falling before his eyes, Mac still clinging to the sail. Of watching his men hack away the ropes, of taking a hatchet and joining them. Watching Mac’s desperation turn to resignation, until a wave sweeps him and the mast out of sight forever.

Would I have risked the ship to save him? It scares Jack that he honestly can’t answer that question. A good captain is always supposed to make the choice that protects the greatest number of lives. If, to try to save one person, he let the mast drag them and capsize the entire ship, it would be one of the most utterly stupid choices in British Naval history. And yet he can’t tell himself he would have cut Mac adrift to die in the storm. What makes a scrawny little scientist so important to me?

#macgyver au #master and commander au #my edit #thistle writes

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Seromina || Firsts

For Sero Ship Week Day 3: Firsts at @seroshipweek

SUMMARY: Ashido tends to overshare her personal life on social media so it’s only fitting that she shares her favourite moments on it too, right?

But this time, it’s only for one pair of eyes.

GENRE: sero hanta x ashido mina, social media au (I think?)

TEXT from your queen 💕

follow @iloveutapeboi on insta its private but dw youll be accepted start from the first post!!!!!!!!

POSTS

[Image: Candid of Sero taken from the side; slightly blurry, low angle as if the photographer was trying to be discreet as they took it. He’s wearing an orange hoodie with black stripes. He’s grinning at someone in front of him and he holds a bitten meat pie in one hand. In the background, there are barely visible bowling lanes.]

Caption: the first time i thought to myself “maybe seros actually cute and i actually like him in a like like way” if that make sense lol. maybe there were other times but this was the earliest memory i could think of. this was after that laser tag game we all played and you did your whole dramatic self sacrificing for me (lol quickest way to my heart - take a laser tag shot for me).

[Image: Image of the city taken from inside a bus. Half the image is of the seats of the bus whilst the other half are buildings of the city. A few people are in the shot, but they’re faces are unrecognisable.]

Caption: first time I realised I was in loveeee (i love youu) how cheesy amirite. its a bus because i realised it when we were going back to ua together after a field trip and idk i just had this light bulb moment ok ugh this is too cheesy were done here ily but im cringing too hard at the cheesinesssss (two posts in and im already dying but im pushing thru!!!!)

[Image: 2 puppies being held by someone who is clearly Sero by the look of the arms and his orange black striped hoodie. One puppy in each arm; a white pit bull and a brown one.]

Caption: our not-so-official first date?? idk if you’d call it that but like......we were alone together so idk??? u know i was going to actually confess today but the dogs were so cute they distracted me!! so i forgot lol!!! (theyre only sliiiiiightly cuter than u dw dw!!! 🤣)

[Image: Sero’s silhouette inside a movie theater. He’s facing the camera but it’s too dark to see much other than the shadows of his face and the glint of his white teeth in his grin. In the far left of the photo, the Lego Movie is playing.]

Caption: our official first date (tho i guess it was kinda rushed??? considering i literally told u i liked u like an hour earlier lmao but i wouldnt have it any other way ❤️)

[Image: Ashido’s room, taken from the doorway. The bed is unmade; the curtains are drawn back to let the sunlight in; the desk is a mess of school books and loose sheets. Ashido’s arms are outstretched in front of the camera; she’s forming a heart with her hands.]

Caption: place we had our first kiss!!! (tho we failed like five times and kept laughing!! the movies are wayyyy too serious - they make it seem like ur not allowed to laugh!! our kisses are so much better😘)

[Image: Pathway leading up into a park where cherry blossom trees frame the edges. There are a few passerbys and one dog, legs a blur, running through the image.]

Caption: place i asked you to be my boyfriend because SOMEONE STILL had this WEIRD idea that?? i??? didnt?? like?? them? EVEN AFTER?? LIKE FIVE DATES?? AND FIVE KISSES???

[Image: UA Heights Alliance common room. Looking through the windows, it’s night and there’s no one in there but there’s food wrappers strewn across the coffee table and the floor.]

Caption: place you said your first i love you (ok i suppose i shouldnt be salty about the boyfriend asking thing because first ilys are such a milestone!!!! ps. im still sorry i panicked when u said it lmao i love how we laugh about it but i know from sources coughbakuyellingthat1tapeboiwasstressingashell that you almost cried ilyyyyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️)

[Image: Close up focus of Sero’s lit up face. He’s giving a close-eyed smile to someone slightly to the left of the camera. Just making it in the frame is a slice of bright blond hair. The background is blurred but it is clearly of a busy beach; the sky is blue and there’s not a cloud in sight. There are two figures, one shirtless with red hair and one wearing a wetsuit cut off at the lower thigh with what might be black or dark purple hair in the water in the far background.]

Caption: when i said my first i love you (i love you toos and i love yous on phones dont count!!! and also u are sooooooo cute in this photo!!! not that ur not always cute ofc 😋)

[Image: Text screenshot. (Sent) Ashido: IM SO MAD AT U SERO HANTA ANSWER MEEE (Receiving) Sero: NEVER U TRAITOR (Sent) Ashido: UR THE TRAITOR!!!!]

Caption: first fight :( one of the saddest chapters of my life i hope we never do that again ❤️

[Image: Rice with natto on top, chopsticks on the side. The dish is on top of pink, patterned napkins.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!) anniversaries (see??? taking pics of food is VERY important!! and u dared to make fun of my ‘attempts at being aesthetics’!!)

[Image 1: Necklace in shape of a crown with engraving of words “Alien Queen”. Image 2: Necklace is flipped over with engraving of words “Ashido Mina”.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!!!) anniversary presents (I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHY R U SO NICEEEEEEE ITS SO CUTE IM WEARING IT EVERYDAY ILY)

[Image: From the side, Sero smiling softly, looking up at a beautiful orange sky to match his brighter orange hoodie. His eyes are wide but he’s happy. Behind are a few trees.]

Caption: I love youuuuuuuuuuuu sero hantaaaaaaaaaa and dont you forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *spam of heart emojis* (also u r seriously wearing the same hoodie in like five of these pics w h y)

TEXT to your queen 💕

im actualy cryin can i call u

TEXT from your queen 💕

oof [Image: google search bar “how to comfort crying boyfriend”.] ofc u can!!

CALL TRANSCRIPT:

Sero: How long have you been planning this? I love you so muchhhhhhhh. I’m crying, can you hear my tears? How did you do it? Did you go to every place or were you planning this from the beginning?

Ashido: *laughter* You can’t hear tears dummy. And you’re not meant to cry! Its meant to be a happy thing! *more laughter*

Sero: ...Glad to know your happy about my pain. ...Its amazing I have literally no words Ashido. I love it-I love you and I love us. Thank you so much.

Ashido: Awww don’t make me blush. It was nothing!

Sero: What do you mean NOTHING? Don’t insult yourself Ashido Mina this is...I don’t know-EVERYTHING!

Ashido: Okay that’s true. I’m awesome.

Sero: I’m going to treasure this forever. You’ll never delete this account right?

Ashido: *giggling* Course not!

Sero: It’s too amazing. Seriously, and I gave you the most cliche relationship present ever.

Ashido: Eesh don’t worry! I love my present! Besides it was the final piece for the account!

Sero: If you say so. You know, I don’t think a meme war counts as a fight...in a relationship...

Ashido: Of course it does! I was soooo angry at you. How could you side with Kirishima?! It was so frustrsting! You wouldn’t BELIEVE!

Sero: ...Trust me I believe. *muffled* Especially after you taped me to the ceiling.

Ashido: What was that?

Sero: Nothing! Also how’d you take the pic of your room with your arms in front of you? Is it...*whispers loudly* sorcery?

Ashido: *giggling* You got it. I have a second quirk that I-...I kept secret. Yup. But I’m telling you because you’re my boyfriend and all.

Sero: And I will totally believe you, because you’re my girlfriend, and all. Hey, I know you need your beauty sleep but can I come over--

Ashido: Yes!

Sero: --tomorrow--wait, what?

Ashido: Oh. Well-

Sero: *muffled snort* Someone’s desperate.

Ashido: *huff* Shhh! You can come over anytime!

Sero: Would you really not mind if I came over now? At like...*shuffling* eleven?

Ashido: Is that even a question? If you come over now, I can add it to the journal!

Sero: The journal?

Ashido: The account Sero!

Sero: Okay...Why? It’s not the first time I’ve been to your house. Firsts was the theme right?

Ashido: Yep! And I can make it ‘First night spent together’ wink wink.

Sero: …*muffled laugh* Whatever floats your boat.

Ashido: But you’re getting a cab here right? You better not walk out this late at night!

Sero: I mean, we’re both training to be heroes if we can’t walk out at night then what could we do--

Ashido: Sero you butt!

Sero: --but yes I’m getting a cab.

Ashido: Good! You better stay on the phone the whole time too!

Sero: Of course. I love you Ashido Mina.

Ashido: And I love you Sero Hanta! ...Wait are you still wearing that orange hoodie?

Sero: ...*distant mumbles* Why do you hate my beloved hoodie so much?

Ashido: *equally distant mumbles* If you wear it one more time the photos will think you have one hoodie.

Sero: What would you say if I said yes?

Ashido: I’d say we’ve got our next date planned and you can guess what it is.

Sero: ...I mean, I wouldn’t say no to any time with you anyway?

Ashido: Pfft, stop being cute. Just-alright, whatever. Tomorrow? At whatever time we wake up I guess?

Sero: It’s a date.

A/N: completely forgot that they live in the same building so pretend it’s holidays or something 🤷 buuuut i hope you enjoyed this was harder than expected so im rlly sorry if they seem ooc 😳!! Thanks for reading!!

#bnha #sero ship week 2018 #sero hanta #sero hanta imagine #seromina #ashido mina #sero hanta x ashido mina #sero hanta scenario #ashido mina imagine #ashido mina scenario #my work

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