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What Are LUFS? - The Clearest Explanation of LUFS meaning!
What Are LUFS? – The Clearest Explanation of LUFS meaning!
What Is LUFS? Jargon-busting answer: When artists ask “How loud should my master be”, what they probably mean (technically speaking) is “What LUFS should my master be?”. But understanding the concept behind integrated LUFS vs dB (decibels) is essential, and can be confusing. What are LUFS in audio? = LUFS stands for Loudness Units relative to Full Scale (or just “Loudness Units/LU”). They are a…
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bbyjackie · 9 months
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𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!
relationship headcanons with one piece feat: luffy, zoro, kid, law
warnings: fluff
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(header by Loni)
𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁𝙔 has a constant need to be around you. he follows you around absentmindedly everywhere like a puppy, sometimes it can be a bit of a nuisance.
"y/n it was so funny! usopp's hand was just stuck in the pipe and he was screaming for like an hour 'til franky saw him!" luffy cackled, a gummy grin etched onto his features as you felt your finger grow numb by the second. "hm, i bet.." you let out a light hearted scoff, trying to pull your hand back. it felt like with each tug of your hand, instead of loosening the grasp luffy had, it only made his arm stretch further. "but luf, i need you to let go off my finger!" you groaned under your breath as you felt your back grow sore from the odd angle. you were shrimping with your spine feeling like it was bent to a full right angle just trying to pull away from the - sorry, your rubber boy as he made very clear. you couldn't see him but you could already envision his dopey smile turn into a massive pout. "ehh? why do i need to let go?" "because if you don't want me to become an usopp and start screaming you're gonna have to let go sweetie!" "i dont see why i have to.." "luf as much as i love you, i'm not taking a shit with your hand snaked through the door like that."
we all know 𝙕𝙊𝙍𝙊 has the worst sense of direction, but it always becomes comedy, especially when you're mid argument with him.
"stop being so dramatic!" zoro groans as his fist pounds against the wooden door of your bedroom. "come on out y/n!", he waited for a moment only to be met with silence. you had turned away from him mid workout after he told you that he doesn't need someone to smother him like an over obsessive mother. you must be pissed. not that it's your fault, he shouldn't have turned you away, you were just worried for him. letting go of his pride, zoro's hand loosens as he purses his lips and thinks for a moment, "hey, 'em sorry, i shouldn't have said that." again, there is just utter silence. feeling dejected, zoro turns his back just to see you with an amused smirk and hands crossed against your chest and usopp giving him the most massive side eye from around the corner of the hallway. "that's great and all that you apologised marimo," you giggled, usopp jumps in, "dude, that's the utility closet."
𝙆𝙄𝘿 is always in stage one: denial. every time anyone brings up the fact that he is utterly whipped for you, his face blows red and he gets soo mad. but the thing is, he secretly keeps small trinkets of yours just so he can feel closer to you.
kid was busy at work with a screwdriver in one hand and the other keeping this small steel mechanism as still as he could. his crimson red eyes staring down intensely at the work on his bench. every time he gets concentrated like this, you could almost see the vertex of his tongue poking through the corner of his red-stained lips. "kid!" you shouted, scampering around the room, as you finally landed behind him, hands secured on either side of his broad shoulders. "hah?" kid gruffed, head leaning backwards, hitting against your chest as he looked up from his desk, "what?" "have you seen my bracelet?" you pouted, tilting your head slightly to the side as you noticed from your peripheral that the arm that was not mechanical twitch slightly. "i can't find it.." kid immediately scoffs, turning his head back down to his work. "no how would i know where it is!" "hmm okay, just asking.." when kid finally leaves his workbench, killer glances at him from the side of the kitchen. "y/n was looking for their bracelet." "yeah i know." "did you find it?" "why the hell would i know where it is?" "so the silver bracelet with a pink bunny pendant on your wrist is 100% yours?" "shut up - yeah it is mine so what!" "okay sanrio girl calm down."
𝙇𝘼𝙒 has to remind himself that he loves you dearly. you're the first person to make him feel this way. so when you're absolutely eating it up in the middle of his study with ice spice blaring through the den den mushi, he tries his best to live laugh love.
"HE SAYS THAT I'M WHAT?!" you shout, hand gripping the makeshift pen mic up to penguin as law tries his best to concentrate on the med book he has in his hand. he swears to himself that next time he'll never let you in this room again. "GOOD ENOUGH, GRABBIN' MY DUH' DUH' DUH'" penguin answers, nodding along as bepo stands utterly in the corner with the den den mushi in his hands. "THINK 'BOUT SHIT THAT I SHOULDN'T HAVE!" before you can really show your shit, law immediately shambles you guys out of the room. "law, i'm sorry!!" you plead from outside his room as the boys stand awkwardly behind you, ice spice still playing yet way quieter than before from bepo's hands. "c'mon!!" law swears he loves you, but if he hears another t-that boy's a liar! that boy's a liar! he's going to rip his ears off.
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enkaiuminos · 1 month
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Can I get a monster trio x crush (they haven't confessed/aren't in a relationship yet) when basically they're playing a game with Nami because they're bored and Nami says, "Say the first word that comes to mind when I say...(crewmates name.)" And y/n isn't thinking and says 'daddy' and they overhear. And Nami starts teasing the shitzu out of them.
thank you!!
My Daddy
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
Sorry if there is not enough sexual tension in here that you guys must have wanted. I'm personally not used to the tern 'daddy' in that way but I tried my best!
-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ I hope you guys enjoy it! :) ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ
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"Straw Hat" Luffy
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- was eavesdropping because he smelt food inside the room
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"Okay Y/N, let's play another game. Uno is getting too boring," Nami muttered.
You nodded in agreement, your eyes scanning the room for a more exciting game to play. "How about we try a round of Charades?" you suggested, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.
"Nah, I've got a better idea," Nami smirked.
"What is it?"
Nami grinned and explained, "It's a game where I'll say a word, and you have to say the first word that comes to mind. We'll go back and forth, and the goal is to see how quickly we can come up with a word."
"Sounds like a fun game! I'm up for the challenge," you replied with a competitive glint in your eyes.
"Okay, what do you associate with me?" Nami asked.
"The navigator," you said confidently.
"Wow, not drawing a map of the entire world?" Nami pouted, taking a sip of her drink.
"Well more people know you for the weather," you said, not affected by her whining.
"Okay, now what do you associate with me?" you asked, snacking one of the Sanji's desserts.
"Probably Luffy,"
"Luffy? Why Luffy?" you repeated.
Nami questioned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, you two are always together, embarking on wild adventures and stirring up trouble."
"That's because I'm the one who keeps him in line and makes sure he doesn't get too carried away," you responded, causing Nami to laugh and playfully swat at your arm.
"What about you? What do you think of Luffy?"
"Daddy," you blurted out, causing Nami to burst into laughter.
"Oh, Daddy, huh?" Nami teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.
"I never took you for the paternal type, Y/N. Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?" she added, laughing uncontrollably as your face turned beet red.
"It's not what you think," you muttered shyly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Of course not," Nami teased, "Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret," she added, still giggling at your embarrassment.
Little did Nami and you know, Luffy had been eavesdropping on their conversation the entire time, his curiosity piqued by their game.
As Luffy listened in on their conversation, a confused frown spread across his face. "Y/N thinks of me as a daddy? What does that mean? I'll have to ask her about it later," Luffy muttered to himself.
The tantalizing aroma of dinner filled the air, diverting Luffy's attention from his bewildering thoughts about your comment. His stomach growled, and with a wide grin, he quickly made his way towards the source of the delicious smell. . . .
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You had been fixing Luffy's hat after he fought a big boss and had gotten hold of his hat, carefully straightening out the dents and smoothing the fabric.
You had to carefully sew the straw hat back to gather, making sure to mend any tears or loose threads. As you worked, you couldn't help but marvel at the countless adventures Luffy had embarked on while wearing this iconic hat.
A part of you felt honored that you were responsible for fixing his hat, knowing that it symbolized not only Luffy's resilience and determination, but also the trust he had in you to take care of something so precious to him.
"Y/N! Y/N!" A voice yelled from behind you, making you jump. You turned to see Luffy himself, a wide grin on his face.
Luffy's wide grin was accompanied by beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, evidence of the intense play session he had with Usopp and Franky in the scorching heat. Despite the sweat, his vibrant energy seemed unfazed as he eagerly approached you.
"Luffy, you're supposed to be healing," you scolded, sighing as he sat beside you. "I can't believe you're already up and about after that intense battle. You really are something else."
"It's nothing," Luffy shrugged, his eyes fixated on the carefully repaired hat in your hands.
You sighed again before placing his hat on his head, feeling a sense of satisfaction as you saw it fit perfectly. "There you go, Luffy," you said with a smile. "Good as new. Just remember to take it easy and let yourself heal properly." Luffy nodded, his grin widening even more, as he proudly wore his beloved straw hat once again.
Though Luffy didn't stand or move as you placed all of the materials that you used away, his eyes never leaving you.
"So why did you call me daddy?" Luffy said suddenly.
You choked on your own breath, coughing in surprise as Luffy's unexpected question caught you off guard. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of what he had just said. "Wait, what?" you spluttered, eyes wide with confusion.
"I overheard you and Nami talking," Luffy started, munching on the food that was left on the table.
You turned to face Luffy, and despite his unexpected question, his eyes sparkled with pure energy.
"Do you even know what it means Luffy?"
"Nope,"
You turned away from him to collect your thoughts, trying to figure out how to explain the meaning of the word "daddy" to Luffy without making things awkward.
"But Nami told me," Luffy said, his mouth full of food.
"Really?"
"Yeah, but I still don't get it," Luffy munched. "It's used to address a male authority figure or idol in a sexualized manner."
Your cheek felt red as you struggled to find the right words to respond.
Nami! How could you tell him! You traitor!
"Does that mean I get to call you Mummy?"
As you processed Luffy's question, your mind started to malfunction, unable to comprehend the absurdity of the situation.
"Luffy," you stammered, trying to regain your composure, "saying those things is reserved for someone you deeply care about, someone you love romantically. It's not something you just casually say to anyone."
"That's exactly why we should do that!" Luffy argued. "I like you."
You froze, unsure of how to respond to Luffy's declaration. A part of you wanted to brush it off as a joke or a misunderstanding, but the sincerity in his eyes made you realize that he was serious.
"I need to go," I said, getting up and leaving, when Luffy grabbed your arm. His grip was unsurprisingly strong, and as I turned to face him, I saw the determination in his eyes.
"Don't you like me too?" he asked softly, his voice filled with vulnerability. You looked into Luffy's eyes, conflicted and unsure of how to respond.
A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, but you couldn't deny the growing affection you felt for him.
You then quickly went down on your knees and placed a small kiss on his lips, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. As you pulled away, Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, and a wide grin formed on his face.
"Let's take it slow okay," you said, flustered as you started to leave again.
"Okay!" Luffy agreed, following you with a beaming smile on his face, his hand reaching out to hold yours.
For the next week, Luffy continued to follow you around the ship, his excitement and affection evident in every action. However, his clinginess eventually caught the attention of Nami, who scolded him for being too clingy and reminded him to give you some space. . . . .
 "Pirate Hunter" Zoro
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- was eavesdropping because one of his swords was in the room (probably got lost)
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"Okay Y/N, let's play another game. Charades is getting too boring," Nami muttered, picking up an alcohol drink from the small nearby fridge.
You nodded in agreement, your eyes scanned the room for a more exciting game to play. "How about we try a round of Pictionary?" you suggested, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.
"Nah, I've got a better idea," Nami smirked.
"Really? What is it?"
Nami grinned and explained, "It's a game where I'll say a word, and you have to say the first word that comes to mind."
"Sounds like a fun game! I'm up for the challenge," you replied with a competitive glint in your eyes.
"Okay, what would you associate with me?" Nami asked.
"Being the navigator," you said confidently.
"Wow, not drawing a map of the entire world?" Nami pouted, taking a sip of her drink.
"Well more people know you for your weather skills," you said, not affected by her whining.
"Okay, now what do you associate with me?" you asked, snacking one of the Sanji's desserts.
"Probably Zoro,"
"Zoro? Why Zoro?" you repeated louder, shocked.
Nami questioned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I see how you look at him when he's fighting."
"That's because I'm just trying to study his moves to use them myself," you responded, causing Nami to laugh and playfully swat at your arm.
"What about you? What do you think of Zoro?" Nami asked after finishing her drink.
"Daddy," you blurted out, causing Nami to burst into laughter again.
"Oh, Daddy, huh?" Nami teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.
"I never took you for the paternal type, Y/N. Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?" she added, laughing uncontrollably as your face turned beet red.
"It's not what you think," you muttered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Of course not," Nami teased, "Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret between the both of us," she added, still giggling at your embarrassment.
It was unknown to them that Zoro had been listening to their conversation from behind the door while they were talking.
His face turned slightly red at your unexpected response, and he quickly turned away, pretending not to have heard anything.
"Daddy, huh?" Zoro muttered to himself, flustered and completely forgetting about the sword he was going to retrieve.
He couldn't help but wonder what you meant by calling him "Daddy." The unexpected revelation left him feeling both intrigued and slightly embarrassed. . . .
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After landing on another weird island, the crew was separated into two team; Nami, you, Zoro, Usopp and Robin, Franky, Luffy and Sanji while the rest stayed at the ship.
Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with the two biggest scaredy cats and a man with no sense of direction. What good luck did you really have?
First Zoro had got lost as soon as the group stepped into the forest and then a 13 foot tiger came over and scared the scaredy cat duo away, leaving you with a tamed tiger and an untamed forest.
"Where are these guys?" You asked yourself as the tiger let you on its back and they started to walk deeper into the mysterious forest.
The dense foliage began to give way to a clearing, revealing a hidden paradise unlike anything you had ever seen before.
"Where is who?" A voice said behind you, making you jump and turn around with your sword in your hands.
To your surprise, it was none other than Zoro himself, who had finally found his way back to you. "Zoro! How did you...?" you stammered, unable to hide your astonishment.
"Oh, were you looking for me?" Zoro smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I guess even a sense of direction as terrible as mine can still lead me to the right place. Lucky you, huh?"
You blushed at his comment, feeling a mix of annoyance and admiration for Zoro's confident demeanor. Placing your sword back into the sword holder, you replied, "Luck has nothing to do with it. I was perfectly capable of handling myself without you, you know."
"Of course you wouldn't admit it," Zoro said casually, walking closer to you on the tiger's back.
"Admit what?"
"Admit that you missed me," Zoro teased with a mischievous grin, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Why would I miss you?" you retorted, rolling your eyes. "I was doing just fine without your sense of direction and constant bickering. In fact, it was quite peaceful."
Zoro chuckled, his grin widening. "Oh, I see. So you don't miss my amazing company, huh? Then why did I hear that my nickname is daddy?"
"You spun around and looked at him in shock, unable to believe what you just heard. "Who told you that?" you asked, your voice filled with disbelief.
Zoro bursts into laughter, thoroughly enjoying your reaction. "Ah, so you do miss me after all," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
How does he know? Did Nami tell him or was he at the door when I said it out loud?
"N-No," you said, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "That was just a silly joke someone made. It doesn't mean anything."
Zoro's laughter subsided, and he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Sure, sure," he said, his tone teasing. "Whatever you say, Y/N."
"So as your daddy, shouldn't you be more nice to me," his voice said behind you, catching you off guard.
A hand crept up to your waist, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You turned to find Zoro standing close, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Or maybe I should teach you a lesson," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure despite the sudden proximity. "Oh, is that a threat, Zoro? I'd love to see you try," you replied, a smirk of your own forming on your lips.
Zoro's mischievous grin grew wider as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear. "Oh, it's not a threat, Y/N," he murmured huskily. "It's a promise."
Quickly, you turned round to face him, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. The air crackled with tension as his mischievous grin transformed into a smoldering gaze, and you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through your body.
"How do you intend on fulfilling this promise?" you challenged, a mix of curiosity and anticipation in your voice. Zoro's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in even closer, his lips dangerously close to yours.
"Oh, I have a few ideas," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to see if your actions can live up to your words," you responded, a playful glint in your eyes.
Zoro's lips gently brushed against yours, sending an electric jolt through your body.
The kiss started soft and tender, filled with a mix of longing and desire. As the intensity grew, his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer as your lips moved in perfect synchronization.
Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away, and all that mattered was the intoxicating sensation of his lips against yours. Every touch, every movement, was a dance of passion and connection, igniting a fire that burned between you.
It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a promise of the desire and pleasure that awaited as you surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. . . .
"Black Leg" Sanji
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- was eavesdropping because he was looking for the girls to try his new drink
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"Okay Y/N, let's play another game. Pictionary is getting too boring," Nami muttered, picking up an alcohol drink from the small nearby fridge.
You nodded in agreement, your eyes scanning the room for a more exciting game to play. "How about we try a round of Uno?" you suggested, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.
"Nah, I've got a better idea," Nami smirked.
"Really? What is it?"
Nami grinned and explained, "It's a game where I'll say a word, and you have to say the first word that comes to mind."
"Sounds like a fun game! I'm up for the challenge," you replied with a competitive glint in your eyes.
"Okay, what would you associate with me?" Nami asked.
"Being the navigator," you said confidently.
"Wow, not drawing a map of the entire world?" Nami pouted, taking a sip of her drink.
"Well more people know you for your weather skills," you said, not affected by her whining.
"Okay, now what do you associate with me?" you asked, snacking one on the Sanji's desserts.
"Probably Sanji,"
"Sanji? Why Sanji?" you repeated, surprised.
Nami questioned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I see you are with him."
"What do you mean?"
"Like how you're nice to him all the time," Nami gave an example.
"I'm being nice to him because he's nice to me," you responded, causing Nami to laugh and playfully swat at your arm.
"What about you? What do you think of Sanji?" Nami asked after finishing her drink.
"Daddy," you blurted out, causing Nami to burst into laughter again.
"Oh, Daddy, huh?" Nami teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.
"I never took you for the paternal type, Y/N. Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?" she added, laughing uncontrollably as your face turned beet red.
"It's not what you think," you muttered shyly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Of course not," Nami teased, "Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret between the both of us," she added, still giggling at your embarrassment.
Suddenly, you two heard a thud behind the door, causing both Nami's laughter and your embarrassment to fade instantly. They exchanged worried glances before cautiously approaching the door to investigate the source of the noise.
As blood started to leak into the room, they exchanged a horrified look before cautiously opening the door to find someone lying unconscious on the floor.
As they got a closer look, they realized it was Sanji lying unconscious on the floor. Panic washed over them as they quickly checked for any signs of injury, hoping he was alright.
Instead, they found that all of the bleeding came from his nose, and there were no other visible signs of injury.
"Sanji?" you whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. As he stirred awake, you asked, your voice filled with concern, "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Y/N?" Sanji muttered, his eyes still closed, "She thinks of me as a daddy?"
Nami sighed behind you, "he's such a pervert," before walking back into the room. . . .
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Sanji had passed out again after waking up the first time. Worried, you quickly called Chopper, knowing that Sanji needed medical attention and that he would be the best person to help get him back to his bed.
Chopper decided it was best to supervise Sanji in his doctor's office and turned into Heavy Point form to carry Sanji away, saying goodbye to you.
Feeling bad since you kind of caused Sanji to collapse, you decided to clean the dirty dishes he was supposed to do.
It's been five months since you joined the straw hat crew. Even though those months went by quickly, one particular blonde kept capturing your attention. Sanji's charm and chivalry had a way of drawing you in, and you found yourself growing more and more fond of him with each passing day.
You felt your face heat up as you remembered that Sanji had heard your conversation with Nami. The thought of him knowing your true feelings for him made your heart race and your cheeks flush even more.
"Why did I say that?" you muttered to yourself, regretting the slip of your true feelings. The embarrassment overwhelmed you, but deep down, a small part of you hoped that Sanji's passing out was due to something else entirely, and not your confession.
As you scrubbed the dirty dishes, you couldn't help but wish that Sanji would sleep until tomorrow, sparing you from the awkwardness and embarrassment.
However, with your captain's insatiable hunger and the pile of 50 plates waiting to be washed, it seemed like you would have to face Sanji sooner than you had hoped.
Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize that someone had quietly entered the kitchen until you felt a warm breath on your neck.
Startled, you turned around to find Sanji standing behind you, a concerned expression on his face. His arms were placed on top of yours, taking the plate that was about to fall out of your hands.
"Let me help you," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.
"Sanji! Aren't you supposed to be with Chopper?" you asked, turning around to face him, surprised by his presence in the kitchen.
Sanji smiled gently, his concerned expression turning into a playful one. "And leave you to do my duties? There is no way I would let you do it alone."
"But I caused this," you muttered, your hand gesturing to the bandage wrapped around Sanji's head. "I'm sorry for making you collapse earlier." Sanji's playful expression softened, and he gently grabbed your hand with his.
"Don't blame yourself," he reassured you. "It wasn't your fault. I should have taken better care of myself."
"Really?" you asked, your voice filled with disbelief. Sanji chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Really," he replied, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
As he spoke, he placed your hand on his cheek, his face turning slightly towards it. "In fact," he said, his voice filled with sincerity, "hearing your confession made me realize how much I care about you too."
Your heart skipped a beat as you processed Sanji's words, and a smile slowly spread across your face. "I'm glad," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine happiness.
"I care about you too, Sanji."
Slowly, your other hand rose up to link around Sanji's neck, pulling him closer to you.
"Can I kiss you?" Sanji muttered, his voice barely audible. You felt your cheeks flush as his words hung in the air, and without hesitation, you leaned in, closing the gap between you and sealing the moment with a gentle kiss.
Sanji moved back first, letting you catch your breath and giving you a moment to process the intensity of the kiss. As you both pulled away, a soft smile lingered on your lips, and you could see the same happiness reflected in Sanji's eyes.
"So you think of me as a daddy, huh?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Blushing, you took your hands away from his shoulder and used them to cover your face, feeling a mix of embarrassment and delight. "N-no! I mean, it's not like that!" you stammered, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.
Sanji chuckled, his playful teasing evident in his voice. "Relax, I was just kidding," he said, his eyes filled with affection as he gently pulled your hands away from your face.
"I mean the other kind of 'daddy'," you muttered, unable to look into his eyes.
"Are you sure you want that with me?" he questioned, raising your chin up to have eye contact with him.
You nodded, feeling a rush of courage and vulnerability intertwine. Wrapping your hands around his neck again, you gazed into his eyes and whispered, "Yes, Sanji. I want that with you."
Sanji quickly sneaked his hands low enough to lift you onto the kitchen counter, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
His lips found yours again, this time with a hunger that matched your own, as you both surrendered to the passion that had been building between you.
You felt your hands slide around his neck as you pulled him closer, the two of you lost in a heated embrace. His lips trailed down your neck, sending waves of pleasure through your body as your heart raced. You both pulled away, both breathing heavily as you looked into each other's eyes.
"I love you, daddy," you muttered, your voice filled with genuine affection and admiration.
"I love you too, my darling." Sanji said, capturing your lips one more time, sealing your declaration of love with a passionate kiss that left you breathless and craving for more. . . .
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can i pls have HCs of being FWB with Price. how does it start, where do u do it, how often, would anyone catch feelings...
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thx bestie as always luf u
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John is very strict and by-the-book when it comes to work, so it would take a long time for him to act on any of his initial thoughts about you.
It would most likely be right after you've all just gotten back from an assignment. With everyone retiring to their rooms as soon as they stepped foot into the barracks, you'd find yourself lucky enough to somehow be the only ones left in the hall.
Your first intimate moment would most likely be after you speak to him about your concerns, maybe you're worried about something you did. He's lovely to you, and it's weird because you've always noticed that he seems to treat you differently compared to his other underlings.
He'd say. "Don't be ridiculous. But you can always talk to me about that stuff, yeah? Anything's bothering you, let me know."
And he'd be a little too close to you as he said that. So close that you wouldn't be able to resist relaxing your posture, subconsciously leaning into his presence as you murmur your gratitude.
When you look up to meet his gaze, his face would be mere inches away from yours as he seemed to wait for his opportunity to press closer and connect your lips.
He'd pull apart from you so fast and apologetic. "I have no fucking clue why I did that. That's... so unbelievably wrong of me. I'm sorry."
Though completely bewildered, you'd be flattered, pleased with his move. Giving him a meek smile, you'd say. "Nothing to be sorry for."
"My room's the furthest from everyone else."
And John would cave, following you to your room only when he was one hundred percent sure that nobody else was around to witness it.
The first time he fucks you, he's careful and slow. He wants to study what you respond the most to, what feels the best for you as he's always been selfless in the bedroom. He finds pleasure in knowing he's pleasuring you.
Every time you had the chance, you'd be fucking each other. Which wasn't as much as you'd both hoped it would be. John would always be too paranoid to take risks, so it would always have to be when he's completely sure nobody is around.
But he'd risk it once or twice, sometimes he liked the thrill of fucking you in one of the utility closets as people paced past, just outside the door.
You'd be the one who catches feelings first, utterly infatuated with every fibre of his being.
You'd forget you were a recruit sometimes, unable to look at him with anything other than an affectionate stare each time he debriefed you and the squad, held a meeting or even just spoke to you anytime you were on duty.
John would catch feelings, too. But he'd be too professional to ever let it show. Perhaps you would never become more than just friends because of that.
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Sabosan announces they're dating and Luffy goes all overprotective mode and won't stop telling Sabo "If you hurt my cook we will not be longer brothers, do you hear me?!!?!?!" and Sabo is like "?? How come he doesn't get threatened! I am your brother!" and Luffy is just like *shrugs* "Because Sanji won't hurt you" and Sanji gets all offended because "Hey! What are you implying?!" / "I dunno. Sanji's just too good".
And then Sanji has a crisis the whole day about it because he is still trying to see himself as a good person and then you have Sabo who is in the same boat but going "Then do you think I could hurt him????" / "No. No, no. No! But-- But you know." / "I do not know, Luffy. You're an awful liar, spit it out." / "MmmMMmMmMmm. Sabo's too reckless. You died and it hurt. And I don't want Sanji to get hurt either" / "So... The only thing I have to do is... Not die?" / "Yeah!" / "I think I can work with that, Luf."
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It Comes in Waves
Chapter 1: Tsunami
Trafalgar Law x gn!reader tw; ace's death. i know, we're starting off strong as shit. word count: 3k prev|next
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Portgas D. Ace. Also known as ‘Fire Fist Ace’ or even the commander of the second division for the Whitebeard Pirates. Also…a great friend of yours. A friend you had run into several times over your years at sea. A friend that let you cry on his shoulder and who had cried on yours. The memory of you meeting flashes in your mind. A simpler time. Before he had all his alternate titles. Before he was even his own captain. 
You were on a tropical island. It was small and reminded you of your home island, but it was just a pitstop for you to get rest and something to eat. You had hunted down some small wildlife and gathered some fruit that seemed to be edible before beginning to roast it over a fire you created. 
While it was cooking, you worked on setting up a place to sleep. However, you heard something from behind you. Pulling a knife from your belt, you threw it as you turned around. 
“Whoa! I come in peace!” An alarmed, male voice chimed. You turned to see a man standing there. He couldn't have been older than eighteen. So, more of a boy. You noticed that he dodged your attack well, so he wasn't a complete idiot. There was a small cut on his cheek. Not quite quick enough but still impressive. He was lucky it was a warning shot anyway.
“Well, maybe you shouldn't sneak up on someone.” You folded your arms, taking in the boy before you. Disheveled black hair, tanned skin, dressed like a punk. You could tell easily that he was a pirate, perhaps at the beginning of his adventure.
“I didn't really mean to. I was just following the delicious smell of food.” A wistful look crossed his face before he frowned. “A bird flew away with my food.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and you sighed, shaking your head. 
“Fine. I'll share. Consider it my apology for attacking you. I'm a bit on edge.” After all, you had just narrowly escaped the navy on your most recent heist. You wouldn’t have been surprised if they had somehow found you, even if they were pretty dense.
The man's face lit up, wasting no time as he plopped down next to the fire you had going. “I have some sake I can share.” You shake your head. You couldn't risk letting your guard down right now. “I'm fine. Help yourself.”
You moved to your food, beginning to divvy it up for the two of you. You handed him his share before settling with your own. “I'm Ace, by the way,” he said, a mouthful of food. 
You told your eyes at his lack of manners. “Y/N,” you said simply, beginning to eat. 
He asks you a couple more questions, but notices you guard some of your answers, so he maneuvers to more simple questions and talks about his own journey. He eventually brings up his little brother - a kid named Luffy. From the sounds of it, he seems quite the handful. He mentions how he's the world's biggest crybaby, but he wants to become King of the Pirates. 
You can't help but feel admiration for the kid who has yet to set sail.
You knew just about everything there was to know about one another. He is your best friend.  And now, it looked like everything was going belly up for him. You were about to lose one of the few people you held close. Again. Why did you have to keep losing people you cared about?
You stared at the video that was being casted from a transponder snail in Sabaody. You were there taking care of a few loose ends from your most recent mission. It dawned on you just how long it had been since you'd seen Ace. You'd been cracking down on your own agenda, not exactly keeping up with current events. It had easily been…at least six months? 
You noticed another familiar face on screen. Monkey D. Luffy. Captain of the Strawhat Pirates and Ace’s baby brother. The one he had told you about and the one you had eventually met on your own. One that you ran into often just like you had Ace.
You had just seen Luffy and his crew not too long ago. It was right here on Sabaody. They helped you take down a human auction house. They were saving a friend of theirs and this was something you did on the regular. Freeing slaves and making slaveholders suffer. Celestial Dragons hated you, and you hated them.
You had been doing this for about a decade, so you had a pretty high bounty - close to a billion. However, you have always been extremely careful to cover your identity. You had a whole disguise set up. A special cloak that covered all of your features. That’s all they had photo evidence of. Your first and last name donned the poster, but you went by your middle name on your average day. You lived a double life that no one knew about.
No one except Ace that is.
You're pulled out of your thoughts as you hear voices begin to raise. You blinked, coming back to earth and looking around. That’s when you realize the videofeed had been cut off. Everyone was starting to raise their questions and concerns. What the hell was going on now? What happened to Ace? To Luffy? You heard those questions being asked around you, so you knew the feed cut before anything happened.
“I need to get out of here,” you mumbled to yourself. You needed to get to Marineford and fast. Unfortunately, your boat that was akin to Ace’s striker, your ‘navis’ as you called it, was much too slow to get there in time. “Even if I call to the sea…” No, still too slow. Time was against you. You cursed silently to yourself, feeling yourself beginning to unravel. This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be losing him.
That's when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You tensed. Knife in hand, you turned around quickly, pressing it to the throat of whomever was dumb enough to lay their hands on you. It didn’t matter if all around was chaos. You didn’t even care if this had been any other day. You weren’t a fan of being touched by strangers. Who was?
The owner of the heavily tattooed hand was tall. You were face to face with his chest. A logo of some smiling jolly roger. You looked up, glaring at the man only to find him glaring right back at you. Who did he think he was? He was the one that touched you. Not the other way around.
You took note of the long sword he carried and his lanky frame. Did he even know how to wield this sword correctly? Or use it in general? Your eyes trailed to his at before resting once more on his face. Something…felt familiar. Had you seen him before?
“You greet everyone like this?” There was a hint of a smirk that was just enough to make you want to punch him. His calm demeanor he had whilst you had your knife to his throat also drove you mad.
“Just those that touch me without permission.”
He took his hand away, putting them both up in a surrender motion. “Apologies.” He looked at you once more, taking you in. There was a hint of recognition in his eye and he looked like he wanted to ask something before deciding against it. He looked up to where the video feed had been.
“You know him?” Then he glanced back at you.
You stared at him, blinking several times as you processed his question. You tried to form words but nothing was coming to you. Too many questions were trying to pour out all at once. All that came out was, “What?”
“Well, I'm heading that way and you seemed pretty distraught about it so I figured I'd offer a ride in my submarine.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. Who the hell just did something like that? “You don't seem like the kind of person who does things out of the kindness of his heart.” There had to be some hidden motive. Some other reason that he wanted to offer a ride. Was this some kind of human trafficking ploy? They sure were getting creative these days. It was disgusting.
“Suit yourself,” he said, turning away. What if he was just offering out of the kindness of his heart? Or maybe there was some hidden motive but…you couldn’t risk it. You had to save Ace. You had to save Luffy. Or die trying. “Okay, fine.” He turned, looking as you spoke, smirking. “That’s what I thought.”
Oh, this was going to be a nightmare. Your fist just might up in his jaw. Why would someone just offer a stranger a ride into a war just on a whim? And why were you accepting it? You had to be just as crazy.
“Let's go then,” he said, once more pulling you out of your thoughts. 
Silence fell over the two of you as you walked, delving once more into your own mind. Would you make it on time? Could you save your friends? Why was this man helping you? Why were you trusting him? Is it because you had nothing left to lose? If you lost Ace and Luffy…you’re not sure what you’d do. They were the closest thing you had to family since…
“We’re here.” You were yanked back to the present as the man in front of you spoke. Your eyes landed on the yellow submarine. You blinked. That’s right…he had said that. It was just registering that he had mentioned it earlier. You were such a mess, you didn’t even question it. What the hell was a pirate doing with a submarine?
“Last chance to turn around. You’re stuck once the door closes.” The man smirked at you and you felt the need to punch him in the nose. You didn’t even bother saying anything as you headed inside. There was no turning back now. This was your only chance to reach your friends in time. 
You were told to keep close to the man, which you didn’t argue. You assumed he didn’t trust you…though he invited you on his ship? This whole situation was weird.
You found yourself thinking of Ace again. It was only natural. Currently, you had no idea if he was alive or dead. You hoped for the best but expected the worst. God, it was like that theory about a cat in a box. Without seeing him, you had no idea if he was alive or dead.
Memories flashed in your brain as if they happened yesterday. When you met Ace’s crew for the first time. When you met his second crew. All the nights you stayed up drinking with him. (You had eventually given in and trusted him enough to let your guard down.) You remembered when you told him that you finally met his brother on the sea. Man, he was so excited and positively radiant after hearing that news. He had immediately set out to go find him shortly after that. 
All of those memories passed through your mind, each one of them hurting you more and more. It was almost too much to handle. You had already lost so much and you thought that you were done feeling this way but…here it was again. It hurt…so much. It was never easier. No matter how many people you saw that you cared about die before you…it never got easier. You tried your best to keep your distance from people but Ace was warm both inside and out and it slipped past your defenses faster than you could blink. He introduced you to a new family. 
Many times he asked you to join the Whitebeard Pirates and you told him the same thing each time.
“I still have too many things to take care of on my own.”
The man scoffed. “C'mon! You say that every time, y/n! If you join us, we could help you!” You looked at him, shaking your head. “You know this is something I have to do on my own. The less people involved, the better. Besides, you promised me you wouldn't tell anyone or try to get involved in any way.”
Ace whined, folding his arms. “Yeah, but that was before you told me what you were up to!” He rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with you. You frowned, sighing. It was the same argument every time you parted ways. He wanted you to join his crew so that he could help you wish your mission, but you couldn’t bear to see anyone else you care about die.
He looked at you again and sighed. “I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't push you.” He looked down to his feet, unfolding his arms. 
Your own face softened and you shook your head. “Don't say sorry, it's not your mistake.” He looked at you as you said those words, chuckling softly. You said them every time he apologized. It was your way of saying that it was okay. That the feelings he was feeling were valid. That his emotions and actions caused by them were valid. It was something that your father had always said to you when your emotions were too much and you were apologizing for things that were out of your control.
“I may join one day…” You paused. 
“It's just not the right time yet, I know,” Ace finished for you. You offered an apologetic grin and he returned with his own, warm one. 
“We're here.” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts once more and you looked at the man who you boarded this vessel with. It was then that you realized that you didn't know his name. You opened your mouth to ask when he interrupted. 
“There's a war going on out there. Be vigilant.”
You nodded, closing your mouth. Now wasn't the time for formalities. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest - something wasn’t right. 
As you headed to the top deck, you felt your chest growing heavier and heavier. This was bad. You could hear all the pain from outside already. You could feel the anguish. It was almost too much to bear. It was enough to make your head spin, to make you want to lose the lunch you didn’t have.
When the door opened and you stepped outside, you were taken back. Taken back to when your own people were taken from you. The sounds of fighting, the smell of blood and metal in the air. The screaming, the anguish. You wanted to scream yourself. It was almost too much to bear. Even though it was over a decade ago, it still had an iron grip on you.
From the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of blue. You looked over slowly, noticing blue flames. Marco. He was Ace’s crewmate. He caught your eye, a dark look of guilt passing over his face before looking away. It was a moment, but that was all you needed to confirm your suspicions.
You suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe, like something just sucked all the air out of your lungs. Your legs felt shaky and you felt sick. The world was spinning. Ace was gone. A man you loved like a little brother. Gone. And there was nothing you could do to bring him back. You were going to be sick.
“Y/n!” You blinked, looking up and seeing the man you had traveled with. “Get it together!” He motioned across the battlefield and that's where you saw Luffy. It was like something sparked inside of you. You were suddenly able to move again. He was your lifeline right now. You needed to focus on saving him. He wasn’t gone yet. 
You nodded at the man before you before turning back to look at your friend. You could tell he was completely shut down. It reminded you of yourself all those years ago. You’d lost everyone you loved and completely shut down. You don’t remember what happened while you were shut down. You were on autopilot for so long. Barely living.
You noticed he was in the arms of a fishman. Ally? You had to hope so or this was going to be difficult. Seeing how he was heading straight towards the submarine and the man waving them down, it seemed safe to assume an ally. Then you saw an admiral attack them. You ran towards the edge of the deck, pressing a hand to your necklace and withdrawing a long spear. You outstretched your free arm, taking aim right over the fishman’s shoulder and throwing it.
It flew through the air, hitting the admiral in the shoulder. Not near enough to kill him but at least enough to deter him for a few moments so the fishman and Luffy could make it safely on board. The next thing you knew, you were ushering the wounded into the submarine and to the infirmary.
“You look like you know about basic medicine,” the man said, laying the two men on operating tables. 
You nodded, unable to really speak. “I can't hear your head rattle,” he said. 
“Y-Yes,” you stammered, taking a deep breath. Your father was a doctor, after all. You studied under him and read many of his textbooks. You’d also been on your own with no doctor all this time, so you had plenty of time to study and put your skills to use.
“Good. Then you're going to help me.”
And with that, the operation began.
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bonefall · 9 months
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Could you tell us some more about your Lizardstripe? It always annoyed me that the only cat in canon to point out double standards regarding kits was also the horrible mother that they blamed for all of Brokenstar’s issues. I’m glad she’s portrayed more sympathetically here though, with her friend group and role as Bluestar’s lawyer.
Anything out of BB!ShadowClan takes like, a Star Wars opening scroll of text to explain to an outsider and that's how I LIKE IT
It's my personal mission to inject nuance chemical into every woman demonized by Canon WC. Brokenstar isn't bad because he had a sad childhood or something, it was literally generations of culture turning toxic and demanding a cosmic reckoning from which he was born, moulded by, and ultimately embodied of his own free will.
Evil Women Who Weren't Good Mothers aren't responsible for his actions
Anyway, Lizardstripe.
She is gonna get her own summary at some point (I kinda want to do a ShadowClan Month at some point for the biggest ShC characters, like Nightstar, Russetfur, Stumptail, etc), but here's shards for now;
She's related to old Finchflight in some way. The timeline is getting reduxed and Finch is VERY dead by the time of TPB.
So she's either a child of his, or a niece. Finch is Yellowfang’s age (mid teens in TPB), Lizard is Bluestar's (10-ish)
She was a young mom, less than 2, she met the Forget-me-nots after she was already pregnant.
She wasn't actually raising Brokenstar, just suckling him. Ragged was doing that.
Lizard was still not a great mom. She didn't enjoy it at all, and was often getting bored and frustrated
She would often bring the kittens out into the woods on training exercises, activities they were TOO young for.
Runningkit, Deerkit, and Tanglekit were always covered in dings, bumps, ticks, and things that kept putting them in Yellowfang’s den as a result. Lizard was talked to more than once for this
When Brokenkit joined in on this, mysteriously, he was NEVER covered in dings. Like he was developing faster and was more agile than the others. Deerkit was jealous, Tanglekit thought it was AWESOME
Runningkit was developing a bit of a bully streak, realizing that he could exploit this by getting his sibs mad at him, and then hiding behind Broken
Lizard was always being forced to step in and take control of the situations by trying to break up the Dastardly Duo, but then would be OVERRULED by Raggedstar, who wanted his son to hang out with his friend
If Yellowfang didn't notice it herself, she would definitely learn through Lizard that these two should NOT be allowed to multiply their terror with power
But, that's more about them than Lizard.
She's a lot more than just someone's mom. She's a friend of Bluestar's, and the ShadowClan representative in the Forget-me-nots!
WOW her ShadowClan sense of humor is sharp. She can be VICIOUS
She often finds herself having to smooth her jokes over after making a comment that's too mean. What's just part of ShadowClan humor can be cutting to cats in other Clans
Oakheart is actually the one cat who never seems to get hurt, "i like your funny words lizardman"
She likes teasing Bluefur, she's just so easily flustered! And she cares so much about other people,
"Stars, you make me want to yack up a hairball, Bloof."
When Bluefur earns the name Bluemoon (unsure how yet) Lizardstripe b'awws that her nickname is going to be too cool now.
(In Clanmew, it's Luparfaf, Luf, vs Luparshom, Lum)
Lizardstripe and Barley Senior are the two smartest members of the group. Barley is all about logistics, schemas, building and working out plans for meeting up and not getting caught.
Lizardstripe knows what's going on in people's heads. She can be a manipulative mastermind, when she REALLY wants something.
I think she gave Blue and Hoprunner a lot of good advice on how to achieve their ambitions, but, she wasn't really interested in that extra responsibility herself
"What and have to deal with Raggedstar's wishy washy ass and his angelic brat more than i already do? I'd rather kiss a thistle."
What Lizi really liked in her life was the pleasure of it all. Sneaking around, teasing Bluefur, helping out Barley, wrestling Hoprunner. Playing games with her Clanmates, staying late at Gatherings.
She loves her freedom, the ability to decide where to spend her time
She was the first of the Forget-me-nots to die, a year or two after Bluestar took power, in a ferocious battle with WindClan.
Current draft: Talltail's son, Flytail, killed her violently in Heatherstar's Last Stand, the decisive battle that truly "ended" the Mothermouth Moorland War.
After that battle, ShadowClan lost a strategic area and could never regain their foothold. Raggedstar tried to surrender the next year, which was when Brokentail killed him.
Lizardstripe and Mudfoot being lost in the same year was one of the things he and Runningnose cited to each other as "reasons why" WindClan had to pay
If they died for nothing, if SO many had just fought in a war they lost... then it was all for nothing.
Warriors don't accept peace deals.
They fight, they fight to the last cat standing.
I think the news hit all of the Forget-me-nots hard. They hadn't met up in a while, their ambitions driving them apart over time, but... that didn't make it less difficult. No one thought she would be the first.
I think she's my favorite of the little friend group tbh, I'm fond of the Angel Lawyer Friend.
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You Were Marked: Day Three.
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pairing: din djarin x fem!O/C   
word count: 6.6k   
summary: The Dahls rise to mate. 
warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! , Mando'a and English cursing, unprotected PiV sexual situations, non-con sexual situations 
You Were Marked: Masterlist 
<-You Were Marked: Previous Chapter 
Din awoke the next morning the same way he had the previous morning: flat on his back, floating in a fragrant cloud of herbs and dried flowers.  He slowly opened his eyes to see golden diffused sunlight streaming in angles across the dark curtains that surrounded him.  A light breeze luffed the fabric panels, revealing triangles of bright sunshine. He felt warm from a deep, dreamless sleep that was restful rather than restless.  He heard the clatter of a metal pot lid, the hiss of meat hitting a hot pan.  He sat up, rolling his left shoulder that was always stiff upon waking up, the shoulder that would always make a hard click noise when he moved it.  He tilted his head to the left side, then to the right, relishing the series of cracks his spine made, realizing that his usually sore back did not hurt at all this fine morning.  Rolling to his feet, he parted the curtains, and looked down to see the carcass of a partially eviscerated dead furry animal of some sort on the floor.   
Well, good morning to you too, he thought.  He looked over to the fire to see Marathel cooking with her usual brisk efficiency.  Grogu sat on the table, playing with what appeared to be some smooth stones.  His gaze returned to the dead critter.  “So . . . What happened here?” 
Marathel took a quick glance over her shoulder.  “The Dahls brought you a gift.” 
“This is their idea of a gift?” 
“There were actually three of them.  I’ve already got two skinned and gutted, but I thought you’d like to at least see one of them.” 
Din nudged the carcass with the toe of his boot.  “What was this thing?” 
“A gochgoch.” 
“Well, that tells me nothing.” 
Marathel shrugged.  “I don’t know what to tell you, other than that’s the noise they make, and they’re not good for much other than dried meat.”  Din picked up the carcass between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it over to Marathel.  He laid it on a wooden board on the counter where she had processed the other two critters.  “You should feel very privileged.  Dahls are not known for sharing food.  You must have impressed them much.” 
“I’m sure that has more to do with Grogu than it has to do with me.” 
“Perhaps, perhaps not.  He is easy to love.  You, however . . .” She left the thought unfinished and went back to her cooking pots.  “Are you hungry?” 
“Not especially.” 
“Gochgoch guts too much for you?” 
“No,” Din said, turning to the table.  “I just feel that I am being too idle and eating too much.”  He stacked three of the stones for Grogu to knock over.  Grogu squealed.  “Grogu, on the other hand . . . I sometimes worry that he does not have time to play.   To be a child.” 
Marathel looked over her shoulder to see Din stroking the child’s ear.  Grogu purred with contentment, gazing up at his foster father.  The sight tugged at her heart, reminding her that her own childhood was far different.  A thought occurred to her.  “Have you taught him how to fish?” 
“Fish?  Not yet.”  Din hadn’t gone fishing in years.  The idea was tempting. 
“The boys here learn to fish and hunt.  I sometimes fish myself, but I don’t often have time.”  She rummaged around in her stack of baskets until she found her lengths of dry line and hooks.   Within a few minutes, she had packed a bag with the fishing gear, some food, a jar of water, and a blanket.  “This should work.  If you keep going past the necessary, you will see a path.  Follow that past my vegetable garden, and it will go down towards the sea.  There is a river that feeds into it.  There are tidal flats that Grogu will enjoy running on.” 
Din reached for the bag.  Their fingertips touched.  Time stopped for a moment. Din recovered first, taking the bag from her.  “Bait?” 
“I put some gochgoch meat in there.  It should be enough for you to catch some bait.”  
“What will we be catching?” 
“At this time of day?  Probably just bait.”  Marathel shrugged with a smirk.  “Do you have a knife in that basket of weapons?” 
Din wasn’t going to tell her he had a knife in his boot.  Possibly two.  “I have a knife.” 
“Then you’re set.  I must tend the garden, but I will come down later to make sure you don’t get dragged away by the Great Godynferth.” 
Din tilted his helmet.  “I assume there’s a story there.” 
“Maybe you’ll get to hear it.  If you’re lucky.” 
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Din and Grogu followed Marathel’s directions and found the tidal flats that she described.  It seemed to be an ancient lava field that had flowed from the mountain where the Mist originated.  The tide had gone out, leaving the tidal flats empty, save for the occasional low wave that spread out over the rocks.  The river was a sizeable one that fed into the sea.  Din talked Grogu through the process of tying a hook to the line, and how to bait it before casting the line into the river.  After a few false starts – Grogu had thrown the entire line into the shallows a few times – Grogu toddled through the shallow water, dragging the line behind him, enticing small fish to nip on the gochgoch bait.  Din found a long reed to use as a pole, cutting a slice to thread the line through the end, wrapping the line down the pole so that he could feel with his fingers if there were a bite on his line.  Marathel was correct: they only caught the kind of fish that was good as bait.  Grogu, of course, preferred to eat the fish, instead of allowing Din to cut them up.  Then Grogu realized he could just levitate the little fish out of the water using the Force, abandoning the fishing line altogether.  Din lost count of how many times he said put it down, Grogu as Grogu happily splashed in the water, surrounded by little flying fish.  He eventually gave up and removed Grogu’s robe and pants so he could play unencumbered.  Din set his pole between two rocks beside him, in case he got a bite – and settled back against a large boulder to watch Grogu scamper over the tidal flats.  The child brought Din little treasures: some pretty shells, a crab, a curled piece of driftwood.  Din traded these for the bits of dried fruit and meat Marathel had packed for them and arranged the shells and driftwood on a large flat stone next to him, allowing the crab to scuttle away. 
It was sometime later when he felt the ping of a small stone hitting the top of his helmet.  “Wake up, Bounty Hunter.” 
“Wasn’t sleeping.”  This was technically true.  Resting his eyes was not sleeping. 
Marathel came up beside him.  She had a light wrap around her head and neck to keep the sun off her, and she carried a large basket of vegetables in one arm and a wooden rake over her shoulder.  She looked out at Grogu.  “Well, if that isn’t the cutest little bare green bottom I’ve ever seen.”  She set down her load and sat down next to Din, stretching out her legs and crossing her dirty feet in front of her.  “What did you catch?” 
“Bait.” 
“Unfortunately, there’s not much on this side of the Hold.  They fish on the far side of the Hold, away from here.  Big fish over there.”  She found the clay jar of water and took a long drink from it.  “Your armor must keep you terribly warm.”  
Din shrugged. “The sun is always shining when you’re wearing a metal helmet,” he said sagely. 
Marathel burst out laughing, finishing with a most unladylike snort that caused Grogu to turn to her.  Upon seeing her, he ran towards her, giggling.  He leapt into her lap for hugs, which Marathel was more than happy to give.  She picked out a large orange berry-looking fruit from her basket and tore it in half, giving a piece to Grogu.  Grogu relinquished the clam shell he had been playing with, took the fruit, and toddled back to the tide flat.  Watching him go, she bit into her half of the fruit, juice dribbling down her chin.  Din gazed at her while she wiped her chin with her sleeve.  “How ever did such a charming child end up with the likes of you?” 
Din turned his eyes back to Grogu.  “He was a bounty.  Some . . . very bad people wanted to cause him harm.  I kept him with me instead of turning him over to the bad people.” 
Marathel frowned, trying to think of the words.  “It was good of you to keep him safe, even though I do not understand what a bounty is, or why you hunt them.” 
“I do it for the money.  It pays well enough.”  He didn’t feel the need to discuss how dangerous it was. 
“Money?  I don’t understand.” 
Din was not surprised in the least that she didn’t know what money was.  “When I find people, I receive a reward.” 
“So,a bounty has . . . worth?”  Din nodded.  “And when you bring me to the Hold, with the eggs . . . you will receive a reward?”  He nodded again.  “What is my worth?” 
Din was silent for a moment.  “I was offered 167 Ossum Aurodium coins for you.” 
“Is that a lot?” 
“If they are in fact Aurodium, from Ossum, minted into coins, that would be worth an exceptional lot.”  Marathel looked down to her hands, dirty from digging in the dirt.  She slipped them into her sleeves.  The fact that The Bishop would offer a stranger from another planet what was apparently something so valuable for her . . . it added another layer of dread to her thoughts.  So much for the thin thread of hope that The Bishop would forget that she existed.   Her eyes drifted closed in despair. “What I don’t understand, though,” continued Din, “is . . . why . . . there would be Aurodium coins here.”  Marathel’s eyes flashed open.  That was not what she expected him to wonder about.  “It doesn’t make sense that this self-sustaining Hold you have here would have anything like Aurodium to trade or offer.  You know nothing about the history of your planet, right?  How your people got here?” 
Marathel looked down to her knees.  “No. Nothing.  The Hold has always been there.  The Elders have always been there.” 
Din was tapping his finger in irritation on one of the shells next to him.  “The Elders.”  He turned to her.  “Were you . . . betrothed to this Bishop?   Why is it so important that you go back to him?” 
Marathel opened her mouth to answer, but then closed it again.  After a long time, she said, “I was . . . supposed to be a Whyn, but when Diwhyn Olba realized I could hear the Dahls when no one else could, she knew it was . . . safer for me to be out of the Hold.” 
“That also doesn’t make sense.  And what is a Whyn?  There’s something more to it than just a girl who has grown up, isn’t there?”  Marathel lifted her head, but then her attention was suddenly and completely stolen from Din’s words.  He noticed that she was no longer listening to him but was focused on Grogu in amazement.  He looked over to see Grogu levitating a tentacled creature, larger than he was, over his head.  The creature was slowly twirling like a gyroscope. 
“Frith in heaven,” she breathed.  “What . . . How . . .” 
Din sighed.  “Yeah, he does that too.” 
“He can . . . heal, and he can . . . lift things?” 
“Grogu has powers with the Force.  His people were Jedi.” 
Marathel frowned.  “Magic, then?” 
Din tilted his head.  “Well, no, not magic at all.  The Force is . . . an energy that flows through the universe, and certain people, they can . . . harness and use it.  I don’t understand it much myself.” 
“That must make your life interesting.” 
After a moment, Din answered, “It is an adventure.” 
They sat quietly for a long time.  Din wanted to keep asking her questions, but when he turned to look at her, he saw such sadness in her face that he remained silent.  She drew her legs under her to stand.  “We should go, so that we are not caught out in the darkness.  The Dahls are restless, and when they’re restless . . . they can be dangerous.”  She walked out to collect Grogu, removing her headscarf to wrap around the little green body.  Din pocketed the shells and driftwood and collected Marathel’s basket and rake.  She raised her head to look at him, standing on one hip, holding her basket like it weighed nothing, the rake over his shoulder, armor reflecting the sunlight.  She felt a hitch in her heart, and then chided herself for thinking foolish thoughts.  If only the straight-line path of her life could go in a different direction.  She may be currently sidetracked, living Holdless as she was, but her future loomed larger as she heard the Dahls louder and louder in her head.  Tired, Grogu’s head clonked against her shoulder.  She pressed her cheek to his, and a single tear dropped from her eye to land on his petal-soft ear.  Grogu lifted a tiny hand to her mouth, which she kissed, and felt better. 
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It took a while to walk back.   Marathel seemed to get more distracted as they walked along.  She kept slowing her pace to gaze out over the distance.  Sometimes she just stopped walking to close her eyes and take deep breaths.  Din frowned at her under his helmet.  Had he managed to upset her with his questions?  Was she falling ill, or experiencing some after-effects from the Mist?  He finally ended up walking ahead of her, depositing the heavy basket of vegetables in the kitchen, replacing the rake, and then meeting her back at the steps to collect Grogu.  He took Grogu from her, headscarf and all, accidentally taking hold of her tunic as well.  He muttered “Sorry,” under his breath, but then kept out a hand for her to assist her up the steps, which surprised her.  Surely, he didn’t think I needed help to go up three steps? she thought. Still, she took his gloved hand, and he did give a slight pull on her as she ascended into the hut.  Dropping her hand, Din unwound the wrap from Grogu.  “He really should have a bath,” he said.  “Is it all right if I bathe Grogu in the sink?” 
Marathel nodded.  “Of course.”  She set about adding hot water to the reservoir, finding towels, bringing the jar of soap off its shelf.  She noticed that Din kept his gloves on to bathe the child rather than remove them in her presence.  As she chopped vegetables for dinner, she stole glances over to the sink on the other side of the hob, smiling as Din created stand-up curls of soapy hair on the green child’s head.  “You are a good parent to him, Bounty Hunter.” 
Din considered that high praise, coming from her.  “I try.”  He poured a cup of water over Grogu’s head.   He didn't know why it was so easy to speak to this woman, but being around her loosened his tongue.  “I wish my own parents had lived longer, so that I could have learned more about how to parent from them.” 
Marathel was immediately saddened.  “You lost your parents when you were young?  I am so sorry.” 
Din lifted Grogu out onto a fluffy towel.  “A foundling raising a foundling seems appropriate.  You probably got to grow up with your family in the Hold.” 
Marathel put her knife down.  “I actually don’t know who my mother is.”  Din paused in his drying of Grogu to look at her.  “All the children are raised together in the Hold.  All the Whyns who give birth raise all the children together.  There are no families.” 
This struck Din as incredibly sad.  In the covert, although the children were also all raised together as a village, each child who had parents in the covert knew who they were and lived in their family units.  Even the foundlings had the fortune of being apprenticed to an adult Mandalorian who served as a foster parent.  “Diwhyn Olba was not your mother?” 
Marathel moved on to slicing meat.  “She might have been.  If she was, I never knew.  She did not tell me.” 
“What of your father?” 
Marathel stood still for a moment.  “I know who my father is, yes.”  Her tone indicated to Din that she would not continue on this subject, and she returned to her slicing.  Din went back to drying Grogu.  Then he heard Marathel hiss, “Oh, for the love of Frith!”  Din looked over to see that Marathel had cut her fingertip quite badly.  He took a step towards her.  “I’m fine!” she snapped, sticking her finger in her mouth.  Din did not offer to help her again and dressed Grogu in clean clothes.  She wrapped her finger with a bit of towel and began slamming things in the kitchen in irritation.  She couldn’t find the herbs she wanted; the meat cooked unevenly; the pot of grains boiled over.  Din stayed silent, entertaining Grogu on the steps, giving her wide berth.  She finally served the dinner, and Din fed Grogu on the steps.  Grogu seemed to be happy about what she had made, but then he would eat anything that would remotely be food.  Din set the child down to run around the yard, and he brought the dish back to the kitchen.  He saw Marathel sitting on the bench closest to the fire, her back to him, elbows on her knees, her face in her hands.  He didn’t want to raise her ire, so he placed the dish in the sink without a word, the clunks of his boots making his presence known.  Marathel sat up and sighed.  “Forgive me.  I am . . . cranky.” 
“Naas baatir.” 
“And that means . . .?” 
“’It is nothing.’” 
“At any rate, thank you.” 
“Naas baatir.” 
She softly snickered at that and got up to make their late afternoon tea.  His with a saucer, hers without.  Din was already at his usual place on the steps; Marathel placed the tea at his hip and sat at her usual place on the other end of the steps.  The late afternoon shadows were already creeping across the yard.  Marathel held her mug in both hands, hunched over, her elbows on her knees.  Her head was bobbing slightly as if she were hearing a staccato drumbeat in her head.  Din watched her out of the corner of his eye as her thumbs began tapping on the edge of her mug.  This went on for some time.  He finally turned his head to ask what the shab was wrong with her, but she must have noticed his movement, as she turned her head and snapped, “It is . . . It is naas . . .Naas . . .” 
“Naas baatir.” 
“Naas baatir.  As you say.”  Marathel put her mug down on the step -- a bit harder than she had intended -- and pushed herself into a standing position.  She ran her hands roughly through her hair, piling it up on top of her head with her hands, then letting it fall.  She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath, before walking out to Grogu in the yard.  Calmer now, she sat next to Grogu and began to weave the pile of flowers he had picked into crowns and necklaces, all of which she draped over him.  By the time she was done, Grogu was twice his size, the floral crowns piled high on his head, bracelets from his shoulders to his hands, and so many necklaces only his eyes were visible above them.  Grogu happily trotted off to show Din, who laughed, stood up and then bent into a deep and formal bow, proclaiming, “Your Majesty!”  Marathel laughed too as Din picked up Grogu and held him high above his head, flowers falling and bouncing off his helmet.  Din lowered the boy and tucked him into the crook of his arm.  Marathel sat where she was, elbows wrapped around her knees, watching the armored man interact with tiny green child, her smile falling from her face.  She closed her eyes and swallowed.  The Dahls were getting noisy again in her head.  She grimaced and looked out towards the tall grasslands, wondering how she was going to get through the night.   Finally, she stood up and walked into the stream up to her ankles, the setting sun to her back, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, forcing herself to breathe as naturally as possible.  
Din watched her as she stood ankle-deep in the cold stream, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath, the sunlight reflecting on her silver hair, turning it into a burnished gold color.  Something was wrong with her; he knew that much.  She had said the first day that eggs would be coming in four or five days, and this was day three of his time here.  He decided that she was nervous about having to go to the Hold to deliver the eggs; it was more than obvious she feared The Bishop.   
He felt Grogu growing heavier in his arms; the child had a long, exciting day, and the flowers were lulling him to sleep.  Din carefully removed all the garlands from Grogu and made a bower of the floating pram, laying the dozing child in the center of the flowers.  “Sweet dreams, buddy,” whispered Din as he shut the lid of the pram.  He wondered for the briefest of moments if there might be insects in the flowers, then figured that Grogu could have a midnight snack if that were the case.  By the time he looked up again, Marathel had left the yard.  Looking around, he noticed that she was walking through the stream, past the hut and away, deep in her own thoughts.  Din picked up the mugs and took the opportunity to lift his helmet enough to drink his tea, thinking that he needed to find out what herbs were in it before he left this planet.  He put a little hot water in her mug of tea to warm it up, leaving it on the table.  After a moment’s thought he put the saucer over it.  After another moment’s thought he put one of the fallen flowers on top of the saucer.  Then, worried that she might misconstrue the gesture, he removed the flower.  He was standing there, overthinking a silly flower, when Marathel stepped back up onto the platform at the back corner.  “What are you doing, Bounty Hunter?” 
His head snapped around as if she’d caught him stealing her entire stash of bread.  “I, uh . . . warmed up your tea.” 
She stood there, staring at him silently with a quizzical look on her face.  She reached over, removed the saucer, and took the mug.  “I think I will lie down.  Excuse me.”  She turned and disappeared behind her curtains.  Din glowered down at the little yellow flower in his hand, as if it were the source of his confusion and irritation.  With a small sigh, he walked over to the steps the furthest away from her curtains as possible – as loudly as his steps could be, for her benefit -- and sat down.  After a while, Din tucked the little yellow flower away in the inner pocket that held the shells and driftwood from earlier that day.   He leaned against the post, and stared into the sky as the stars began coming out, listening to the yip-yip-yehs of the Dahls in the far distance. 
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Marathel could not sleep.  She could not relax.  She tried to stay as quiet as possible, knowing that the Bounty Hunter was probably still awake and able to hear every move she made as the rushes in her sleeping tick crackled.  Damn these rushes, she thought.  Damn my desire to be comfortable. She wished for her worn-out pallet that she had in the Hold.  It had been very thin, and she had felt every stone of the kitchen floor underneath it, but it didn’t make any noise to announce that she was not sleeping.   She rolled to her back, stretching her arms out, trying in vain to let her body receive any cool breeze it could, but the air was still, and the yip-yip-yehs of the Dahls carried easily in the night air, but they were even louder inside her head, reverberating with her heartbeats.  With a soft grunt, she rolled to her feet, giving up on any kind of sleep.  She left her curtains on the kitchen side, hoping not to attract attention.   She wanted cool water, but all she had was what was left in the reservoir.  The fire had gone out, but the water there was still too warm.  it was too dark -- even with the moonlight -- to see if her hanging waterskin still held water, so she grabbed the small lantern that she kept above the dry sink, shaking it to wake up the glow worms inside, giving off a pale light.   
It was the light source that made Din turn his head in her direction.  He had been sitting quietly, still leaning against the post, facing her curtains.  He had been listening to her toss and turn, and heard her get up.  The floating pram was quiet.  He was surprised to see that she had any kind of lantern.  She lived like a farmer – up with the sunrise and down with the sunset.  The lantern hardly gave off any light at all, and all he could really see was her outline as she held her hair on top of her head with one hand as she held a wet cloth to the back of her neck with the other.  As his eyes dragged down her back, he could see that she was wearing a thin gown with a wrap over it.  He stood, hoping not to startle her, his boots announcing his presence on the wooden plank floor.  She took a deep breath, dropped her hair, tossing her cloth on the counter, moving past her curtains and out of sight.  He followed her.  He turned to his left, just past her curtains, when he saw her leaning against a post, her back to him.  Her arms were wrapped around the post tightly as she hugged it. 
Din crept closer.  “What is wrong?” 
Marathel gave a raspy sigh.  “It’s the Dahls.” 
Din stood quietly, listening to the cries of the Dahls. “They are very loud tonight.” 
She dropped her forehead to the post.  “They’re rising to mate.” 
A long pause. “I see.” 
Marathlel’s breath grew faster and more ragged.  “I can hear them.” 
“I hear them too.” 
She shook her head vigorously.  “No!  I . . . hear them.  Not just in here,” she said, indicating her ears.  “But here . . .” she put her hands on her head.  “In here,” her shaking hands crossed over her chest, and her wrap fell to the floor, leaving her only in a whisper of a nightgown.  “And here . . .” her hands slid down her breasts to her belly.   
Din took in her words, the full truth finally getting through to him -- then he breathed out, “Oh.”   
Marathel panted, wrapping her legs around the post, pulling herself close to it with a low moan.  Din stepped forward and bent to retrieve her wrap.  As he straightened up, Marathel suddenly leaned back, holding the post, and her spine met his beskar cuirass.  Her head shot up with a gasp, and she immediately tried to press harder against him.   
“I’ve . . . always been alone before . . .I don't . . . I haven't . . .” she whimpered. 
Din stood motionless, holding her wrap with one hand.  He closed his eyes tightly, knowing that he should back off, that he should leave her, that he should just take Grogu and walk off into the night, but just then she dipped her knees, rubbing her backside against the front of his breeches, where he did not wear beskar.  His eyes opened, his penis twitching into life against his will, and from that moment, there was no existing force that could make him leave. She mewled deep in her throat, grabbing at the cuisses he wore on his thighs, pressing her round buttocks harder against him.  She turned around slowly, taking hold of whatever piece of armor or flight suit she could grab, desperately pressing whatever part of her body she could against his.  She scrabbled at his cuirass, pulling him towards her against the post, her teeth bared, her eyes gone dark and glazed, her breasts heaving against the thin fabric of her gown.  Din grabbed at the post with the hand holding her wrap over her shoulder, his own breath growing ragged.  He heard her growl as she clawed at his chest armor, breaking her fingernails.  He reached up with his free hand to release the catches and the armor fell to the floor.  She clutched at his now-exposed flight suit, straddling his thigh, rubbing herself hard against the armor there, her own thigh pressed firmly into his crotch as his erection grew.  He automatically rutted against her thigh, pressing his whole body against hers, pinning her to the post, feeling the weight of her breasts against his flight suit.  She quietly growled again, sliding her hips to his center, curling her spine, thrusting her pelvis against his, her barely covered vulva against his clothed tumescent cock, matching his rhythm.  His knees were slightly bent to accommodate her, so she wrapped her own legs around his, placing her bare feet on the backs of his calves, and climbed him like a tree until her thighs were wrapped tightly around his ribs, continuing to thrust her hips against his, her arms clutched around his shoulders.  Gasping, he reached under his helmet to rip his glove off his free hand with his teeth, and he reached between them, shuddering at her heat, her wetness, her unspoken pleading against the back of his bare hand.  He could barely register the thought that he was touching her with his bare skin as he clumsily loosened his breeches and opened them enough to let his cock spring free, aching, desperate for her.  He felt his tip touch her hot wet center, thinking that he should go slow into her, thinking that he should be gentle, thinking that she didn’t have control of herself, that this wasn’t Marathel before him but a woman with a mind and body possessed, when she lowered her chin, her dark eyes flashing at him, her teeth bared in a snarl, and she dropped her weight enough to impale herself onto him, forcing his cock as deep into her as it would go.  She gave a small cry, throwing her head back against the post, her knees squeezing his ribs hard enough to break them, her thighs going into spasm as she immediately, powerfully, exquisitely, came. He felt the flutter of her quim against his cock, and he thrusted madly against her, pinning her to the post, his hand not holding the post clutching a cheek of her round, sweet, soft, ass, losing all control of his previous thoughts of gentility.  Her thighs continued to squeeze, her quim continued to clutch, her cries continued to peal against his helmet, as she rode out not so much a series of orgasms as one long continuous one that seemed to ebb and flow as she moved her hips in counterpoint against his.  With every thrust, Din grew weaker and weaker, the greyness that had been just around the very edges of his vision growing stronger and stronger.  Her return thrusts grew more determined against him, harder, faster, her quim clasping his cock as if she were sucking the very life out of it, and Din began to feel that he might just pass out before he came if she kept this up.   
At that moment, she thrust her hips furiously against him, squeezing her thighs even harder than he had thought possible, locking her ankles together, driving her heels into his spine, rendering him motionless with a ragged cry before she dropped her face against his chest, biting him hard through the flight suit as she trembled and fell apart at the peak of her long-riding orgasm.  The pain of her teeth sinking into his chest sent him right over the edge, grunting, his hips convulsing against her as he finally released into her.  First spasm, second spasm, gasping against her shoulder as he willed his body to finish before he fell to the floor.  He twitched his hips, he had more that he desperately needed to fill her with, when he sensed, he felt, her body change against his.  Her gasps of frantic pleasure were now gasps of panic; he felt her whole body stiffen, her head drawing back against the post, her hands pressing against his chest with a need to escape as Marathel came back into herself, displacing the raw need of the mating Dahls that had just completely possessed her.  All this happened in the tiniest of moments, but he needed a bit more time, so he kept her captive, whispering, “Wait, wait,” into her ear, as he felt his pelvis and testicles clench.  Third spasm.  Marathel gasped.  “Shhhhhhhh,” he breathed.  He grunted again as the fourth and last spasm finally went through him and into her.  Marathel gasped again, this time with a little cry.  “Shhhhhhhh”, he whispered again. “You’re okay.  You're okay.”  He kept himself pressed against her, his upper arms holding her thighs against his sides, willing his breathing back to normal, as his erection faded.  Her body was still completely tensed up, ready to spring away at the slightest opportunity.  He slowly, carefully reached between them, the back of his hand touching her again, causing her to whimper as he removed himself from her, tucking his now-flaccid penis back in his breeches.  He then used that same hand to gently remove her trembling left leg from his waist, carefully setting her foot back on the floor, smoothing down her nightgown against her thigh.  He switched hands on the post, performing the same task with his other hand on her other leg.  Still keeping her captive against the post, he pulled his head back to see her staring with wide eyes at his left pauldron.  He took the wrap, miraculously still in his hand after all this, and carefully draped it over her shoulders, covering her front to grant her some modesty.  He looked down at her.  She continued to stare at his shoulder, trembling, biting her lips.  “Hey,” he said softly.  Her wide eyes shifted to his helmet.  “All right?”  She nodded and looked away.  He took a half-step back, turning his head so that he would not see her gown, which had been captured at her waist, fall back down to her ankles.  Finally released from his grasp, she turned and launched herself off the platform and into the night. 
Din took one shaky breath, then a second, and then collapsed with his shoulder against the post.  Dank ferrik, he thought weakly.  It hurt his shoulder, but at that moment he was thankful for that damned post, otherwise he would have face-planted on the floor.  He released the catches on his helmet and quickly pulled it off, feeling the cool air on his face and hair as sweat dripped into his eyes.  He looked off to where Marathel had run and saw nothing.  The lantern was much dimmer now, but he figured he didn’t have much time before she came back.  He went to the sink, grabbed the cloth she had used on her neck, resoaked it in the now-cool water from the reservoir, and quickly wiped his face, head, and neck before replacing his helmet.  He took a quick glance over his shoulder and still didn’t see her, so he quickly opened his breeches to clean himself up, making sure the cloth ended up in her dirty laundry basket.  He replaced his glove and reached down to pick up his cuirass when the fabric of his flight suit dragged across his chest, reminding him that she had wounded him. 
He went to the lantern, which was now almost completely dimmed out.  He gave it a shake as he had seen Marathel do, and the glow worms within glowed brightly again.  He opened his vest to find that she had indeed bitten him rather badly. As he sought out a clean cloth and her jar of soap, he saw Marathel returning, clutching her wrap around her tightly.    He turned his back to her so as not to expose the wound – or his bare chest -- to her as he cleaned the bite mark.   A ridiculous move, he thought, considering that they had just fucked like blood-hungry womp rats against a post, but he did it anyway.  She climbed up on the platform, decidedly not looking at him, and went to the sink to wash her hands and brush her teeth.  Glancing over his shoulder again at her bent form, he said, “You bit me.”
She froze for a moment.  “Is it bad?” 
“It broke the skin.” 
“I, um. . .”  Putting down her toothbrush, she reached up past his shoulder and brought down a jar that looked familiar.  Her breasts brushed against the back of his flight suit, and she jumped back.  “Use this salve. It will keep infection away.”  She went back to the sink and her toothbrush. 
Din used the salve as directed and closed his flight suit.  Lifting his cuirass over his shoulders he asked, “Does your cycle follow the Dahls’ cycle?” 
Marathel fell still again, and her face grew hot as she realized what he was asking her.  She swallowed and said, “No.  No, it does not.” 
Din nodded.  “You should be okay anyway; I’m fixed.” 
“I’m sorry?” 
Din clicked the last of the catches on his armor.  “I’m shooting blanks.” 
Marathel softly said, “Oh,” and went back to brushing her teeth.  She didn’t understand what he was talking about, but she knew that she did not have the courage to ask.  She returned her toothbrush to its proper place.  Din walked back to the floating pram, glad that it was still completely shut.  He was not ready to have that conversation anytime soon.  They each moved to their curtained partitions, but they both paused, both knowing that words were being left unsaid and both unsure if they would – or should -- stay that way. Din turned to look at Marathel.  Marathel had half-turned, but her eyes were downcast.   She stammered, “I . . . good night,” and escaped behind her curtains for the second time that night.   The pale fabric fluttered closed.  Din stepped behind his dark curtains and laid down, flat on his back, and linked his fingers together across his stomach.  He blinked into the darkness and thought, Well, that was different. 
Marathel sank down to a sitting position on her sleeping tick, staring off into space for a long time after the Bounty Hunter had fallen asleep.  Over and over in her head she thought, dear Frith in heaven, what have I done? 
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Hi sky!! It’s me again!
I absolutely LOVE how you do my requests and your work and it makes me so happy, and i apologize if I’m requesting to much!
Can I request Headcannons for Kid + zoro + luffy When their s/o is comfortable enough with them that they show their childish side around them like “don’t step on the cracks!” While walking or they do something that’s childish
fluff and FemReader please!
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Kid, Zoro & Luffy with Childish! Fem! S/O
Summary: You and your boyfriend have been dating for a while and you finally decided to show them your cute hidden side~<3
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Eustass Kid:
- A big bad pirate captain and a cute childish woman
- What a pair
- You and Kid have been dating for three months (with him getting peer pressured by the crew to confess to you ofc), you were comfortable enough to show him your hidden childish side
- You were subtle at first, putting stickers on Kid's hair and tools whenever he's not looking.
- The redhead was annoyed at whoever put multitude of flower stickers on his spiky red hair and precious tools. He confronted each member of his crew (so basically threatening them) and caught you putting big ass stickers on his favorite wrench.
- He was like "Oh, it's you." *Insert (⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠) face* XD
- You had a spare sticker on your hand so you decided to stick it on Kid's nose and giggled at his scrunched up face
- He forgave you. Barely
- He made you rip off your stickers tho, making you pout.
- But at least he keeps spoiling you with the cute souvenirs he made.
Roronoa Zoro:
- We know how Zoro treats Chopper like his little brother, right?
- Well, when he found out your childish side, he fell in love with you more. Not that he'll admit out loud tho
- You're the cute childish type, don't worry ;P
- Zoro would let you put flowers on his hair and doesn't mind if you tried to braid his hair
- He even supports your balance when you wanted to walk on some railing or edge. Don't worry, he's strong. Have you seen him lifting those huge ass barbells?? Cause damn, boi XD
- You're the one who tugs his hand whenever you saw something wonderful and he lets you lead the way. Cause no one wanted the moss to get lost, right?
- Overall, Zoro will treat you like he treats Chopper but noticeably softer and gentler
- You rewarded him with sweet kisses on his cheeks which he loves so much :3
Monkey D. Luffy:
- You and Luffy are definitely the troublemakers of the crew so yeah, utter chaos everyday 👍
- The crew doesn't mind you but Luffy? Oh gosh, he's terribly goofy.
- Luf tried to give you beetles as a gift, you cried ofc. Nami made sure to teach him a lesson while Robin comforts you ~
- Anyway, instead of giving you beetles and frogs, Luffy gave you stickers instead. You kissed him for this ;)
- You, Luffy, Chopper and Usopp would form a circle and draw random stuffs on the deck. The artistic level would range from Luffy, Chopper & You, and Usopp. Usopp kept bragging about his drawings tho
- Every midnight, Luffy would wake you up to raid the fridge but unfortunately, Sanji locked it up with seastone chains! The two of you whined.
- Luckily, you got spoiled with food by Sanji the next day, so yay!
- Luffy never shared his food and it's a huge shocker to the crew when he offered you a chunk of his meat for the first time. You gave him your special dessert in return.
- When exploring on a new island, Luffy and you would run off to do something fun. Eating and buying the things you like. Luffy spoiled you with his allowance he got from Nami so yeah, you guys splurged the said money on cool stuff.
- And yes, you and Luffy would definitely play "Don't step on the cracks!" everyday <3
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Hello to you too, @gl00ml ! Thank you for the kind words (⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)!
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vyl3tpwny · 1 year
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loudness in music.
you may be listening to music that is lesser in quality than artists really intend.
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(pictured: a visual guide of FabFilter Pro L2's metering section)
this post is mainly aimed to talk to non-musicians and non-audio engineers, but if you're one of those and also feel for this post, cool. but i want to put this into perspective for people who aren't in music (recording and production in specific). i'm going to attempt to explain a very complicated concept as simply as i can fathom.
there's a lot of stages to the creation of a song or album. there's the writing, recording, production, mixing, and mastering (to simplify). what i'm going to be talking about has to do with "mastering", the final stage a song goes through before it's considered 'final' (in a sense).
mastering, in short, is the process of taking a fully recorded, produced, and mixed song; cleaning it up and preparing it for people to listen to it. a mastering engineer will often add some equalization adjustments to the overall song, adding some compression to bring things together and unify elements, and other stuff like that.
but the duty of establishing the "perceived loudness" is imparted on the mastering engineer.
loudness ≠ amplitude. amplitude is the true measurement of an audio's volume. but "loudness" is a measurement of how loud we actually perceive something. there are technically quiet songs that you perceive as louder than they are, and loud songs that you actually perceive as quiet. this is because loudness ≠ actual technical volume. amplitude is measured in Decibels (db) and perceived loudness is measured in Loudness Units Full Scale (LUFS).
audio processing and transmission always has a limit. for example, if you turn up the volume up too high while listening to music on your headphones, distortion and crackling may occur. this is called "clipping". the threshold for clipping varies from one device to another. cheap earbuds may distort without you even pushing the volume much. other headphones may be really hard to even get audio to clip.
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thus, because of the limitations of how audio works — both in the digital and analog domains — the mastering process of music seeks to finalize a song to be loud enough, but not so loud that it clips in a way artists and listeners don't want.
enter: The Loudness War
in the 90's when digital music studios started to become a thing, people started mastering songs louder and louder because things didn't distort as much when you pushed them in digital spaces. you can get stuff to clip in the digital world, yes, but it was much easier to push things louder than on purely analog equipment. ever since then, songs have been getting mastered louder and louder. we've called this "The Loudness War", because people compete to have the loudest mastered songs.
something you must understand is that the louder you try to master a song (without it clipping above a digital threshold) the more squashed the song gets. the methods for mastering a song really loud often make it lose quality and fidelity. for some people this is fine. stuff like dubstep usually benefits from the squash and the distortion (although it's a personal preference). nonetheless, people have actively chosen to master songs loudly to compete with each other, but at the cost of a song's quality and dynamics.
quick side note: a song's dynamic's is a measurement of how quiet the quiet parts are, how loud the loud parts are, and what the ratio is between these are. so a VERY dynamic song will have very quiet parts and very loud parts. a NOT VERY dynamic song will have mostly everything in the same volume range at all times.
so ok. artists and engineers have been fighting in this loudness war. everyone wants to have loudly mastered songs even though the more you try to push a song to be loud the more it will lose fidelity and the more compressed it will become.
below is a video containing three versions of my song "bonnie". the first version is the original master. the second version is being pushed into a mastering limiter hard. and the third version is being pushed into a mastering limiter VERY hard. a mastering limiter is usually the last part of the signal path of a song's master. i've (very roughly) gain matched the examples so that instead of hearing the loudness differences, you will hear the quality differences. they should be roughly the same volume, but the quality differences will be what you hear. pay close attention to the waveforms getting progressively more squashed the more the song is being pushed into the limiter.
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keep in mind, this example is extreme and unscientific, only meant to demonstrate the kind of quality deterioration that occurs when you try to push a song to be potentially too loud. these quality issues often exist at least a tiny bit in songs that are mastered to be really loud.
so we know that trying to master something loud comes with tradeoffs. but people still really like to do it and sometimes it can be pulled off just fine. but not every song handles these treatments equally.
but what i really want to get at here is the fact that mastering things super loudly in the modern day is kind of pointless! the main exception i can think of is club mixes, DJ's really like to have loud stuff to work with because of the complications that come with DJing in venues. but aside from that, there kind of isn't a point to mastering that loudly anymore.
streaming services like spotify and youtube follow broadcasting standards and automatically adjust music to be roughly in the same range. this is so people listening to music on these platforms, especially through playlists, won't be bothered by a discrepancy in REALLY LOUD songs and really quiet songs being in the same space.
i've been thinking about all of this for a long time. i've been learning how to master my own music for maybe 4-5 years now? but recently an audio engineering youtuber, white sea studio, came out with this video:
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i highly recommend you watch it if you have the time and are interested in learning more on this aspect of music. but to divulge upon the points and information they talk about...
...it's unanimously recommended to master your music to be at least ABOVE -14 LUFS. there are two kinds of misconceptions. the first being that you should try to have your song reach EXACTLY -14 LUFS. wytse explains in the video how this is wrong, and that experts instead recommend you master just to be above -14 LUFS, not exactly and certainly not lower. popular and loud music is being delivered at around -5 and -4 LUFS even. this is really loud and you can imagine there are lots of compromises to quality to get songs to be that loud. but as wytse continues to explain, there's clearly not much point in doing this if streaming services are going to be turning loud songs down anyway.
we're in an age where the loudness war really shouldn't exist. not only has it caused lots of songs (including my own) to be finalized and delivered with compromises to quality and dynamics as well as unfavourable distortion, but it's established this misconception that songs need to be mastered super loudly in the first place.
if it were so simple though, i don't think we'd be talking about this at all. to speak from personal experience, i actually feel self conscious if my music isn't as loud as other songs in the same genre that i'm making. i've found myself not even checking if i'm making it above -14 LUFS, often times i'm just trying to get everything to be as loud as possible. and this is a huge problem for me because i make music in every genre. period. my album CUTIEMARKS mixed dubstep, pop, rock, acoustic, ambient, and so many other genres in one place; but i worked so hard to get everything to be consistently the same loudness. the reality is that it's so hard to pull that off and i'm pretty sure the album is lesser in quality because of it. i already have frustrations listening back to things like "nonexistent meet-cute" and "how to kill a monster" from that album because i tried to push them to close enough loudness to a dubstep song lol.
but despite knowing all of these things very transparently, i still feel very self conscious about it. and i feel like this conversation actually needs to extend beyond musicians and engineers. that's why i'm writing this. i want listeners and fans to know that there's this thing going on and it's been going on for a while and it causes a lot of stress and misconceptions. i'm especially self conscious because i'm actually going to try to actively master my next album quieter than all my other ones on purpose. to try and combat all of this. even if it makes me self conscious to listen to some of my favourite albums of this year and know how much louder they've been mastered compared to mine. but i think it's really important we let songs breathe and not try to compromise quality anymore. it would relieve a lot of stress from me personally to be able to know this is all ok.
if you ended up reading this whole thing, thanks so much. this is a thing that's actually been affecting a lot of musicians who do their own engineering a lot. and it's been affecting all audio engineers anyway. this is an extremely complex topic and to anyone who knows as much as i do about it, trust me i KNOW this post is EXTREMELY simplified. but i want to speak to listeners and fans, not musicians and engineers specifically.
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madilovrs · 1 year
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Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader
summary: you want nancy but you don’t know if nancy would want you
inspired by She by dodie
800 words
warnings: angst
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You were smart and in all of the hardest classes at Hawkins High School. The only class you struggled with in your junior year was physics. Your struggle confused everyone who knew you because you had always been a science and math person. You had always thrived with the logic of science and math and the way there was always a right or wrong answer. It wasn't the concept of physics or the contents of the class that caused the worst grade of your junior year. It was the people in it.
Actually, one person in it.
At the beginning of the year, you had all gotten the opportunity to choose the person you wanted to share a two-person desk with.
"The seating chart would not be changed all year. No exceptions," Ms. Davis had droned. So you were adamant to pick someone god. On the first day of class, you discovered that you had physics with Nancy Wheeler. The two of you had known each other your whole life but were never close. Nancy was kind and you'd always admired her beauty and generosity. In recent years, she had also grown into a bit of a badass, not to mention she was extremely intelligent.
These were just some of the reasons you had asked her to sit together. However, she hadn't just helped you with physics. You and Nancy had become best friends. You two had sleepovers almost every week and you two knew everything about each other, you knew how she smelled and her favorite chapstick flavor. However, your feelings for her were different than hers for you. She had an effect on you that you had never had with a girl before.
You knew her feelings weren't reciprocated. The majority of the conversations the two of you had at sleepovers were about her boyfriend, Jonathon. You knew you would be better for Nancy though. It's not that Jonathon was a bad boyfriend by any means, but you were a better match, you could provide Nancy with everything she had ever wanted. But you knew that you couldn't think like that. You weren't allowed to like her.
Nancy Wheeler was a girl who liked boys.
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"Y/N, you gotta stop looking at her like that," Robin whispered while luffing your arm, noting your wistful gaze toward Nancy and Jonathon browsing Family Video's selection. You and Robin had been friends for a while, both being considered Hawkins High outcasts. The two of you worked together alongside Steve Harrington at Scoops Ahoy earlier in the summer, but due to the incidents at Starcourt, you were forced to relocate. The three of you, with a newfound bond, applied together at Family Video. 
At the time, it seemed like a good idea. Before you realized Jonathon's affinity for movies he dragged Nancy into.
"I know..." you said slowly, looking away. You are not allowed to look at her like that. That was a job for boyfriends.
"I mean you never know, Y/N/N, maybe she likes girls as well," Steve offered, "you'll never know until you tell her."
You shook your head immediately, "No. No, I couldn't. She means everything to me, I can't lose her." Robin and Steve exchanged a look. "I mean it's not that bad. She's pretty when she's happy.." You smile weakly while gazing at Nancy, knowing you cant risk ruining the bright smile on her face. She glanced over at you and offered a small wave, not waiting for a response before turning back to the wall of movies. You sucked in a sharp breath and looked at your feet again, biting your lip to stop the tears from falling. 
"Maybe she just... doesn't know you're an option?" Robin egged, willing you not to feel this way after witnessing the encounter, "let her know."
"Robin, it's okay," you turned to her, smiling to reassure her. "I'm okay. I’m her best friend, and her best friend wouldn't sacrifice her happiness for a selfish reason."
Robin nodded. She knew you were right, but that's not what you wanted. More than anything, you wanted to be with Nancy.
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Nancy was a writer, she was comfortable with the grey area of literature, but was also very versed in the logic of science and math, the right and wrong. You were only fond of the logic, you didn't understand that grey area that was up for interpretation. There was no 'maybe' or 'possibly' to you. Only 'yes' and 'no', 'right' and 'wrong'.
Your mind was made. Nancy had never talked about liking girls with you, she rarely talked about anything other than her relationships and schoolwork and journalism. In your mind, this was her expression of telling you that she only liked guys. You were each other's best friend, out of all people, you would be the first to know about her sexuality.
But maybe the real reason Nancy didn't tell you was that she was scared of losing you.
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cebwrites · 1 year
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shimmy shimmy hello o/ i've been reading your stuff lately, several of your works have been stuck in my mind on repeat. good food. i figured i could try sending something haha. soo how about some headcanons with a reader who's a sibling figure with asl- they're just hanging out and reader suddenly starts crying because hey wow they love their brothers so much damn. just a sweet lil thing because same. if you don't feel super inspired thats fine no worries <:) <3 -B☆
hi B, you didn’t specify what age they’d be so i went with younger~ i’d love to know which of my works are living rent free in your head if you don’t mind sharing 👀🤲🤲
Reader being overwhelmed with love for their brothers (ASL Trio)
gn reader word count: 0.4k
Ace immediately freaks out, we all know this boy deflects and/or ignores negative feelings like a champ so no doubt it’d be even worse when he was a kid - he’s trying his best to be at your side, but the lad’s completely out of his element here, Ace would much rather leave it to the other two and cheer you up once your tears were dry
Sabo is the most level headed out of the three stooges, immediately asking what’s wrong and trying to soothe your tears as you blubber an explanation to him - you hear Ace’s confused “Haa??” but he’s whacked with Sabo’s pipe before he can impulsively voice how dumb he thinks that reasoning is - Sabo doesn’t quite understand how this happened either, but he’s here to rub your back and let you get gross snot on his shoulder (to a degree) anyway, because that’s what brothers do
Luffy is, surprisingly or maybe even unsurprisingly, the one who’s most in tune to his emotions, so he’s immediately on you, arms wrapping several times around your little bodies and refusing to let go until “__ feels better!” or Sabo and Ace pried him off
After Sabo explains that the reason for your tears wasn’t a bad thing, Luffy’s still a little bit huffy, and Ace a smidge awkward as he tries to avoid eye contact, but you take their hands and reassure them that it’s fine, that you cried because you loved them so much and loved being their sibling
Ace recoils on instinct, getting another whack from Sabo, this time it causes the two of them to break out into a squabble that you and Luffy watch from the sidelines, laughing at their antics 
Luf turns to you after a little bit and asks if you’re really alright, though, but when you smile at him and ruffle his hair, he beams bright and leaps up to join the other boys in their tussle - you take a minute to watch them roll around in the grass, wind in your hair and their shadows cast by the setting sun dancing with every movement
It’s only when you hear Ace talking shit that you throw yourself into the fray too, grinning mischievously with your weapon of choice and charging at him while Luffy and Sabo held down one of Ace’s arms respectively
The outcome of this grand battle is yet to be decided <3
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randomnameless · 6 months
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The phrase “we have been aware of the high levels of competency from KT's writers, especially with their work for 3H” is worrying; i'm not going to shit-talk them just for thinking that 3H has a good story, especially when someone's standards for what makes a story good or not is subjective and could be different from ours, but KT's story-telling skills are never going to improve if people keep only telling them that Three Houses' deeply-flawed story was actually a narrative masterpiece, instead of a self-contradicting mess with plot points it introduces solely as gotchas and has no intention of ever following up on in any meaningful way, characters getting assassinated left and right to try and argue that female Ashnard might actually be right and not so different from them in terms of morality and goals (while they're in the middle of fighting for their lives and watching their friends die in battle because she decided to invade their home unprovoked and solely for a landgrab), and an over-powered villain group that should have ended the story long before it even started because the writers decided to give them a stockpile of magic nukes they can launch at anywhere in the world, which was also introduced solely for shock value and without them realizing how much of the story is ruined by making it so that the villains who want to kill everyone and take over the world can just nuke anyone they want (that isn't inside Garreg Mach when they launch it) with no consequences.
I just don't like what it means for the future of FE stories if the worst story in the series keeps getting praised as one of the best, even by separate developers, is all.
Wait and see anon!
For what it's worth, while Engage's sales are apparently not as stellar as Houses in the same timeframe (like House after month 1 and Engage after month 1?), Nopes totally crashed.
Amazon isn't the only market in the world, but in some places in the world (tfw not for amazon.fr) Nopes is now sold at around 15 bucks, which is ridiculous considering older games released on consoles still being in circulation are more expensive than this thing that is barely 1 year old(even the first FEW?).
Also, Engage was supposed to have been released earlier but Covid and Houses being released later than planned meant it was delayed, but Engage was supposed to be Fodlan's antithesis, at least writing wise - you'd think IS would have tried to retrofit more Fodlan themes (maybe more uwu maybe some villains aren't BaD and earl grey because they luf u) but they didn't.
Imo, fwiw, while KT apparently loved how Fodlan was received, IS is aghast and doesn't want to touch it within a 10 meters radius, only if it means selling units in FEH and even there, they sometimes retcon Fodlan units (hello F!Billy/Sothis) or challenge them in various FB (Brave!Supreme Leader, but also in the most recent one, Sylvain harping on his Crust being BaD...) clearly showing how they don't really want to follow KT's direction regarding those units - at times, it's almost as if the CoS receives more development in Heroes than in both Fodlan games!
So I'd like to see what IS has in store for the next FE games (or the next non remake FE game), even if in my opinion, given how Heroes has to retcon/finish the writing (Mercedes reveals more about her Adrestian family in FEH than in two of her games!) for characters just to sell them in the gacha game ffs, speaks volumes on what they think of Fodlan's writing.
On top of that, FE16 was the first game where people received surveys/mails from Nintendo/IS asking them if they understood the game... - so despite Fodlan selling well (better than expected?), imo it's clear the writing isn't to praise, at least for IS, and they don't want anything to do with it (Nopes' DLC was scrapped, when shiny!Rhea's sprite was datamined, so either they made an useless sprite, either this sprite might have been used in a future DLC?)
They can still butcher a future remake (plz no jugdral) by adding pointless supports between units and trying to uwu more than needed the red emperor - or add an OC waifu du jour who will sell merchs and try to uwu her if she is on the side of the red emperor - but I feel like we will see where they will go with a brand new game (since Heroes's writing is... as consistent as a fog and basically circles around "women sad'n'lonely*, men evyl", female playable OC simps after the avatar and is useless in the resolution of the plot because Alfonse will finally find a mc guffin way to defeat the villain of the year).
*i truly hope Vero isn't any indication to what the writing of the future games will be, like heavy retcons from her first apparition to "i was brainwashed and akshually everyone supports me from my home even if i send them to death against askr because the voice in my head told me to do it" because that'd suck, but vero is a young woman, thus she could be monetised for alts, figurines and even DLC content in a main game!
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can you do hc’s for denki, kiri and iida with a girlfriend who loves like heavy eyeliner yk? like they love wearing hella eyeliner and doing it at other people along with wearing big eyelashes!!
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄-𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄
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Ft. Eijirou, Denki, Tenya
WC: 381 words
mha m.list | female reader [no specific pronouns are used] | fluff
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Kirishima Eijirou
When he saw you were doing make up he let you be and went to lay on the bed behind you while he stared at you through the mirror you were using and soon enough you felt his eyes on you.
"You done staring, big man?" he tilts his head
"Why do you always do the huge eyeliner and those big lashes all the time?"
"Hmm…let me think. One, I like the way it looks. Two, I use heavy eyeliner for practice and to improve my make-up. For the lashes, they just look better on me and I like it!"
You turn around and pose to present the beautiful work you've done for the past hour "So~ How do I look~?" posing while fluttering your eyelashes, showing of your eyeliner and hard work.
"Gorgeous."
Denki Kaminari
"Babeeeeeeeeeeee." "Yes Denki?" "You're taking to loooooonnggg" "Oh hush, I already told you not to wait up go take a nap you know it's my make-up time" as you draw your eyeliner ignoring the guy groaning and whining behind you, now he's shuffling and walking up to you while looking at the mirror "Your eyeliner looks awesome!" he said as he stared in awe of the sight of you "Thanks babe" "Can you do mine sometimes? Pleaseeeeeeeeeee-" "Okay okay stop. I'll do your eyeliner you big baby." "YEYY" he celebrated enthusiastically.
He followed your movement and saw you picking up eyelashes and you can tell he's staring with an open mouth as he saw the biggest pair of fake lashes "BRO THEY ARE HUGE! Wait, you're putting them on, let me see…Holy….Babe you look amazing." you look at him admiring you fondly and can't help but smile and giggle at the sight of a blushing Denki staring at you with his mouth agape in awe.
Tenya Iida
"Tenyaaa, I need your opinion on something, come here please."
"Coming, what do you need?"
"How does my make-up look?" "That's an excessive amount of eyeliner and look at the size of those lashes-"
"Ten~" you pout at him waiting for the answer you were hoping for.
"Alright alright…not that my opinion matters on this but you look great." he smiles with such a soft look "Aweee Ten you're adorable thank you."
"You're welcome, love."
likes and reblogs are appreciated lufs 💘
thank you for the ask this was so cute ;)
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library-of-ohara · 2 years
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"This is a bit of a sensitive request and it might be triggering for some. please I don't want you guys hurt by me being selfish. hello, could I please request some comforting.. anything really.. lots of cuddles, hugs, touches, supportive, hand holding just something to make someone feel good again. Maybe they find s/o crying in secret, or notices them being 'numb and not wanting to exist but not wanting to die. If I could request Luffy, Law, and/or Robin I would really really appreciate it. I'm so sorry if this request causes anyone any trouble. It really wasn't my intention…. im sorry" - Anonymous
anon my love my dear my darling, i get what you're feeling. most of us in the library do and i'd be more than happy to fulfill your request my lovely. i picked luffy and robin for this one, hope you don't mind! stay safe my sweetheart! - star (@ztarvokwrites)
TW; thoughts of not wanting to exist, reader feeling numb
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Luffy stopped dead in his tracks when he heard someone crying coming from one of the rooms above deck, his grin faltering into a frown. Ignoring the questions from Usopp and Chopper, whom he was previously playing with, he walked towards the room the sound was coming from, waving his friends away so he could press his ear to the door. His frown deepened once he recognised the voice behind the sobs and sniffles, immediately opening the door and stepping in without a second thought.
In the middle of the room, you jolted, turning to face whoever intruded your mourning. When you saw Luffy standing there, a serious expression on his face as be stared at you, you just broke down even more. He frowned, gently closing the door behind him and embracing you, one arm wrapped around your waist and a hand cupping the back of your head, stroking your hair - holding you the way you liked to be held as he let you sob into his chest. Luffy didn't need to ask you what was wrong, as you had already babbled it out.
"I'm just so tired! I don't know why or what to do!! Everytime I try to be happy or have fun, I just... I just..." You sobbed, stopping as Luffy gently hushed you.
"It's okay now," He mumbled, using his powers to wrap you up and push you snug against him, your head on his chest. "I'm here."
Instead of being his usual, energetic self and taking you outside, he stayed inside with you, holding you and cradling you as you let it all out until you eventually calmed down, his hands gently rubbing your skin as Luffy gently presses kisses to the crown of your head. He hadn't realised you had stopped crying until you wriggled your hand free to rub at your eyes. Luffy cupped your face, kissing all your features before softly kissing your lips.
"You okay now?" He softly asked, smiling once you nodded a little.
"Yeah... I guess I just needed to let it out for a bit... Thank you, Luf."
"Not a problem. Hungry? Sanji's cooking meat!" He exclaimed with a sunny grin and his stomach growling. You giggled, making him smile wider.
"You're only asking because you're hungry."
"Nuh-uh!!"
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Robin was very quick to notice just how... unusually quiet you have gotten as of recently. Ever since you had all escaped from Enies Lobby and left Water 7, it seemed like you had been... numb.
Eventually, Robin had found you in the library, reading a cute little fairytale book to try to get things out of your mind, yet the frown on your face convinced Robin that it wasn't working. She cleared her throat, gaining your attention.
"O-Oh. Hey, Robin."
"Are you alright, Y/N? You've been acting different ever since we set sail a week ago." Robin asked, sitting next to you. You could only shrug, scooting away a little bit as your eyes glossed over. She hummed at your reaction, watching as your bottom lip trembled.
"Dear, what is it?" Robin softly asked again, placing a gentle hand on your knee. That's when you broke, spilling everything on your mind to the woman there and then.
"I just don't wanna... Be here anymore. Like, I don't want to die but I don't wanna exist either... All that's happened recently has just made me so... Tired and stressed." You exhaled, tears pooling at your eyes as you calmly explained how you were feeling to the woman next to you.
Robin frowned a little before bringing you into a hug, forming hands to gently caress you.
"I know exactly how you feel," she began before continuing, a soft smile on her face. "But we have strong and sweet friends that can help us through anything. I'm always here for you, too." Robin reassured you, planting a soft kiss to your forehead, making you blush. Leaning into her, you hummed, letting the tears fall down your face as you two sat there in each other's embrace.
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You know I was thinking, how will Luffy about turning 20 and 21? Because when he turns 20, he wont be younger than Ace anymore, and when he turns 21, he'll officially be older than he ever was. Similarly, how will Law feel about turning 27 and becoming older than how Corasan ever was? It's something that was in the back of my mind. I knew some people who lost certain loved ones who were older than them, and when they got older than them... it just felt wierd, that's how they describe it. Bittersweet some have told me.
(Sorry in advance if this makes you sad)
I would yell at you and be angry at how sad this thought makes me, but on the other hand, I just love angst a very insane amount, so this is exactly the type of thing I absolutely love.
I think that Luffy doesn't focus much on age. He focuses on birthdays, of course, I think he'd love birthdays (both for the food and the meaning behind it. I personally think he loves throwing big birthday parties for the crew members because he likes celebrating that they're alive and growing together. Especially when it comes to Robin, Sanji and Brook tbh). But I think he'd feel uneasy when somebody makes a comment about how old and tall he's getting. Like, Sabo would make an innocent comment like "You're growing up so fast, Luf!" and Jinbe (for example) would compare him to Ace the way everyone does, with a proud smile and saying "You look so much like your brother, captain! Might even get taller than him!". And Luffy laughs at that because he's supposedly over Ace's death. He should be. But after a long while thinking about it in the middle of the party, I think he'd start wondering about growing up and the fact that he's getting older than Ace. That Ace will never experience growing up with them. That Luffy never got to spend his last years together because they were apart living their own adventures. And, you know, the fact that he's already accepted his death doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to feel older than your older brother. I think Sabo would notice right away that something's wrong and ask what's going on. And Luffy would just say something like "Ace was twenty when I let him die" (he still has to fix the wording. It's a work in progress) and Sabo understands because now Sabo can't argue against Ace about who's the oldest. Now Sabo is the oldest. And Sabo would try to make things better by placing his arm around Luffy's shoulder and saying: "Well, if it makes you feel any better, just think about his face if he knew you might get older than him! He'd get soo pissed about it! [...] And he'd be so proud of you for growing up, Luf. He'd be so happy, with that big smirk of his and the dumb tilt of head, y'know?". And Sabo just has the right words to make Luffy feel better about growing taller and older than Ace, because he knows that if he's looking after him somewhere, he's smiling wide.
I think the Law thing is harder than this. Because for Law, growing up older than his own father makes him feel guilty. Survivor guilt complex type of shit, you know? He got out of there alive but Cora-san didn't and... And it's just fucked up and unfair and Law just fucking hates this specific birthday. Normally, he doesn't care much about growing up and his birthday, but he ends up having fun because it's just impossible not to do so when Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo always want to throw a party for him. But this time, when he realizes he's getting older than Cora, it hits him. Like a fucking truck. Because he doesn't feel mature enough. He doesn't feel like he has done enough stuff for Cora to be proud (which is stupid because Cora would be proud of him but, y'know, Law's thoughts). He doesn't feel like he deserves to grow up older than his own father. It'd be a hard thing to swallow, honestly. I think he wouldn't stop repeating the words "I love you" in his head, mixed with "Don't try to find a reason for somebody's love" over and over again, trying to make everything better. Because he knows he's acting stupid. But he just can't get over the fact that Cora was this young when he acted like a whole father to him. Law doesn't feel half as mature. But then Bepo (because he's just like that. Caring, loving, Bepo) says something about being glad Law is alive and with them, and it just shatters Law completely. I think Bepo would stay with him for a while in his room until Law just stands up and says something (very softly and trying to keep the waters calm, bc he knows how Bepo is) about throwing a little party. And I think that comment would make him feel a bit better, because Cora fought for him to be alive. He shouldn't waste the gift Cora gave him.
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