While I was pleased that the Cardinal remained Cardinal flavored for now at the end of Bleeding Palms (“your eminence” is just the best of the available styles of reference imo), when he said he wasn’t in a rush for his papacy I couldn’t help but think that he’ll be pleasantly surprised by how much he’s going to like it when Mouse calls him Papa for the first time.

It's so true, nothing quite hits like Your Eminence can ❤️

And you're so right, I think he is going to like it, very very much indeed hehe

But like you, I'm still not ready for that, so there will be more Cardinal-flavoured depravity being served for the time being ❤️

Wood carving and killing people both require knife skills. And both tend to leave marks

licking the inside of his hand that he just used to jerk off with only to watch him grow hard again and lose his mind

Girl you're not looking so well

THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]

One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.

Hi how are you, I saw this here and thought of Jacemond and You immediately.

"actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. Let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself."

I screamed internally when I read it.

Any thoughts?

yes. my thoughts are yes and Yes and also YES again just *cries screams claws hair* yes.

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#wipwednesday! some zoro pov pining but not realizing acknowledging he is until he finally goes “oh. oh lmao.” or sanji kicks him in the head. whichever happens first. (this part is set right at the end of alabasta!)

there’s an awful lot of chest touching in this fic. a lot of “bro. you got a new scar bro. bro, u hurt bro. will it ever heal or will you carry this forever?” and chopper screaming “of course it’s not going to heal if you keep touching it!”

also called “the pine trees fic” because he’s PINING and an entire forest will grow before zoro admits anything. | text under the cut:

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, voice barely above a murmur.

“S’okay,” Luffy says. “Whrrya doin’?”

“What?”

“Said,” he tries to sit up a little, though it’s accompanied by a groan and Zoro gently nudging him to lie back down again, a small spark of panic shooting through his veins. He’s seen the wound for himself and knows it will haunt him for a while still: the bloody mess of Luffy’s body, the (commendable) knowledge that he fought in that condition, and that he wasn’t there. “Ah, what’re you doin’?”

“Came to check on you.”

“Oh. Okay. Yeah, I’m here,” Luffy says, eyes already slipping shut again. For a split second he thinks he’s fallen asleep, right up under a cool hand reaches for his own, fingers looping around his wrist. Luffy’s gaze is half-lidded as he looks up at him, somehow stern even on the cusp of unconsciousness. The same hand he drags toward his chest, toward the upper part of where the bandages lay, where his skin is warm to the touch and alive.

He’s met with a surprising amount of resistance, instead of the usual give in his flesh. As tactile a person he may be, he knows Luffy doesn’t like being touched. But now he finds he wants to pry as much as he can, wants to digs his fingers in and see how far his ribs bend, with a sick, twisted feeling that coils in his gut, like part of him wants to burrow himself into his chest, and all Luffy does is watch him with bleary eyes, blinking himself awake.

There is a reassurance in there he didn’t know he was looking for, and his next breath is smoother, though there’s a shakiness to the beginning of his inhale.

Luffy tugs again, a little more insistently this time, and so Zoro follows to settle down beside him. The mattress dips under his weight and his movements are awkward because Luffy refuses to let go of him, but he lies at his side, Luffy rolling his head on his pillow to face him and holding his hand against his chest.

Zoro can feel the rise and fall of it, the thump of his heart if he lets his fingertips press against the flesh a little more. Luffy’s asleep, snoring loudly in the next instant, but Zoro remains awake for a little while longer. With the cool desert breeze rolling in he could almost imagine them on a dinghy again, Luffy asleep beside him and limbs entangled as he keeps watch. He watches him longer still, even as his breathing evens out and he drools onto his pillow, and something hot and angry, scorching the back of his neck in the desert sun, crawls up the back of his ears, threatening to dig its nails into his hair and yank his head back to leave the column of throat exposed like a fool.

Pfff sliced my hand a little while doing dishes, definitely no art today :,D

Man, now I'm afraid of anticipating GMMTV shows because the last few GMMTV shows I've watched, I'd highly anticipated for months or even 1-2 years before watching them (Be My Favourite, Only Friends, 23.5) and they all ended up being meh to me. Only Warp Effect escaped unscathed and even then I had issues with how they dealt certain things, it's just they did everything else so well that I overlooked them.

I have literally only heard good things about Cherry Magic though, so I'll hope that changes things around for me (along with Wandee which seems to be going great from the reactions + My Love Mix-Up starting next month).

Hmm. Picked up my phone and got stabbed with three shards of glass so I feel like I should do something about... I don’t know where that glass came from. Hmmm

For your villainous parent au I think it would be really funny if you gave branch an ability to control shadows with his voice (a lil bit like that one dude from princess and the frog I forgot his name) and had him sing gives you hell by The all American rejects at his brothers because bby boi has ✨-🥚 anon

Growing up, Branch didn't really learn any actual magic from Lola. He wouldn't sing a single note, after all, and the magic she uses is basically an extension of a Troll's innate ability to affect the world around them through song.

So imagine her excitement when she returns in World Tour and finds him singing again! Oh, she has so many new things she can teach him now! Sure, some of her magic comes with a cost, but it's not like Branch has shied away from her lessons before. She's sure he'll take to these ones with just as much dedication! (she's not entirely wrong)

the fucking blood pact….

digging a pin into my palm and getting blood everywhere like alastair campbell at the select committee for foreign affairs but i'm just in a seminar

i don't know if i can type on a computer today. my hands are really fucking killing me

Sliced up my hand trying to cut watermelon this afternoon but I'm going to try and get myself more watermelon so pray for my fingies