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#the quiet you carry
caycanteven · 7 months
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Here ya go, take some Bal sustenance.
You feel like you're being judged...but he just really appreciates how awesome you look today.
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wormie wormie wormie wormi-
#tiny little guy!!! teeny thing!!!#i imagine that wormie acts kinda like a cat mixed with a crow#also she Violently wiggles her whole body when she sees barnaby. thank you for coming to my ted talk#fully convulsing. acting as though she's jello in a centrifuge#and she Does Not Stop until she is held so barnaby has to figure out how to pick her up w/o hurting her#its very amusing in my mind... hes laughing his ass off as she flops all over the place#she doesnt make noise except for very brief quiet squeaks!!#also wormie is not technically female. no one knows what the fuck she is if anything#but barnaby started referring to her with feminine terms and it Stuck#kinda like finding a cool object and going 'oh she's neat'#yeah like that!#wormie lore hidden in the fantasy au...#scribble salad#wh fantasy au#im melting picturing barnaby holding her by the 'handle'#he commissioned the harness himself... made out of the same leather as his gloves! & the same etched design as his boots!#guys im so soft thinking about them.... barnaby and his little pet worm...#i imagine he teaches her tricks... carries her on his hat.... baby talks her cause she's just that tiny how could he not....#im picturing a Scenario where barnaby full speed full force bodyslams eddie who was just walkin along#like Full Force. eddie flies back ten feet and leaves a groove in the dirt when he lands - everyone goes Hey What The Fuck Barn?!#but as soon as he does it barnaby is rushing over like 'omfg im so sorry but i had to - you were about to step on wormie'
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8bittyz · 27 days
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Slay the Princess, Save the Princess.. or CARRY the princess??? Hohoho!
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sea-buns · 4 months
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Forgive me if I'm a bit nervous about Gorgug this season. It's just that the last Zac Oyama pc was Colin Provolone, who was arguably one of his greatest D20 performances, if not the greatest.
Zac always does great with every pc he plays, but Colin was something else. He came out swinging with actions and words that were teeming with unspoken emotional baggage. The way Colin's presence affected the other pcs; there was this level of depth that I don't think I've seen in any of his other characters. It was understated and quiet in that signature "just a guy" way that he tends to be, while still captivating everyone instantly with just how raw it was.
Not to say we haven't seen emotional depth in Gorgug. It's just that, compared to the other Bad Kids, Gorgug's journey and progression as a character has been very... impersonal? Like, yes, he found his birth parents, and he found friends who appreciate him, and he faced his insecurities about his intelligence, and he navigated relationship troubles, and his trial through the claustrophobic bug-tunnels was a horrifically-uncanny parallel to how he's spent his entire life trying to make himself as small as possible.
But how much of that has actually changed him from the Gorgug we started with? I would agree that he's definitely happier with his life, given all the loving and supportive people that have been added to it when it used to be just him and his parents. And he's certainly grown into himself and become more self-assured in his abilities, even if he's still, and always will be, our anxious little guy. And there's nothing wrong with that. I've always liked how Gorgug was a representation of all the little things. The subtle acts and kindnesses that don't seem like much to most, but to some are everything.
We don't need another Bad Kid living in fear that their mouth could be shit-in at any moment. We've already got one-too-many.
All that being said, I just feel like Gorgug's personal story beats are much easier to sweep under the rug than everyone else's. He has the same soft and understated quality that Colin held, but they lack that extra oomph that pushed Colin over the edge from being just another guy in a series of dudes, to a character that the vast majority of us could not get out of our heads. He took someone who was anxious and softspoken, who ultimately never wanted to be violent— someone who is remarkably similar to Gorgug in many ways— and maintained that demeanor and core in Colin's character while still hitting us in the feels with character development at max velocity at every turn.
I think Zac gets better and better at this with every season that goes by. With each new character, there is always something that leaves me stunned in awe. And it's been, what, three? Four years since we last saw Gorgug?
I'm just,,, I'm cautiously optimistic but also going into a bit of a worry about what violence this man may inflict upon us
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berryblu-soda · 7 months
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ok but this poster is a banger!!! hello??? i need money and i´ll legitimately print this out-
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poster link webtoon link
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nympippi · 1 year
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Happy Valentines!! For this year’s Valentines I drew some Rinney because I love them💕💕💕💕
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krystaln78 · 24 days
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I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.
— John Green, looking for Alaska
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boimgfrog · 4 months
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when my baby nephew trips and falls I'm always like ohhhhh oh wowww you're so strong and brave!! look!!! you didn't even get a scratch!! you're like achilles!! such a big strong powerful baby!!! and he always ends up getting back up and going back to playing <3 when he gets upset or overwhelmed and starts crying im like ohhhh the woes oh nooooo, oh the saddest little boy in the WORLD oh come here strong sad boy come here let's go sit in silence or hold a soft toy for a couple minutes and he calms down. idk if this is a long term solution but it works for now and he launches himself at me at the speed of sound whenever I watch him so <3
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i remember someone asking you for the second years favorite out of itafushikugi but who do you think the trio’s favorite senpais are?
& who do you think the adults (nanami gojo shoko yaga) favorite students are?
I'm assuming we're talking about the sea glass gardens universe for this and not canon.
Megumi: Yuuta. No competition. I'm pretty sure this is straight up canon with his comment that Yuuta was the only one of his senpais that he actually respected. He and Yuuta have a special relationship, even if Megumi isn't aware of his Boyhood.
Barring Yuuta, Maki would be his favorite. They have identical bitch instincts and are always on the same wavelength. They wander the world as these beautiful judgmental assholes and it's their ideal existences. Soul siblings.
I see Maki as sort of slowly growing into her place as Megumi's family. At the start, neither of them were exactly looking to forge blood family ties, what with their history, but I think they both understand what it's like to have the Zenin lurking on your periphery in a way no one else does. They look out for each other.
Nobara: Maki. I also can't debate canon on this one. Nobara simply adores Maki. And has a crush on her the size of Jupiter. She doesn't know Yuuta and has sworn revenge on him for winning the last Goodwill event, so Yuuta's out of the running, and Panda and Inumaki are her constant torments.
Still, were it not for her appreciation for Maki as her senpai (re: rampant Homosexual Desire), I think Panda would be her favorite. They have identical asshole instincts, not that Nobara would ever admit it. Remember them teaming up during the Goodwill event? Nobara secretly has a soft spot for Panda, except for all the moments where she wants to beat him with a hammer.
Yuuji: I think it's actually Inumaki. Maki and him get on great because they both can compete athletically, but Maki's disposition is more suited to Megumi. She's harder for him to connect with for him on a personality level. Inumaki's also very athletically inclined, and I see them becoming jogging buddies now that Yuuta's in Africa.
I see Inumaki looking out for him a little when he first arrived, the way he did for Yuuta. Yuuji's not the sort to be phased by the difficulty communicating, and I think he respects the hell out of Inumaki as a jujutsu sorcerer.
If we count the Kyoto students in this, his favorite is Todo, but that may or may not be Stockholm Syndrome. He. He got swept up in it. It happened so fast. He doesn't know how this happened or if he's allowed to leave. It kind of scares him.
Yuuta is not even in the running for Yuuji's favorite. The thought of Yuuta torments him. He's just all sparkling and perfect in Africa, what with his curse-free existence and unstoppable power and having Megumi as his boy and what not. Just. Fuck off.
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Nanami: He has no favorites. He cannot play favorites. He has raised one of these children, as adopted another, and has played a very large role in teaching a third. It would be wrong to select favorites out of them.
But also it's Yuuji.
It's not that he actually likes Yuuji better than Megumi or Yuuta or any of the others; it's more that Yuuji's his student. Megumi's practically a son to him, but Gojo was the one who took the lead on raising him and training him. And while he will always do his best to support Yuuta, by the time he met Yuuta, Gojo had already become the sort of adult pillar of support in his life.
Yuuji's the one he took the lead on training. He was there when Yuuji first had someone die, first had to kill. And Yuuji reminds him so much of Haibara that it hurts sometimes. He has a soft spot for him.
Gojo: Gojo will play favorites. It's Megumi.
Sue him. His kid is his favorite. That's his little boy. He watched him grow up from the angriest first grader he ever met to the angriest high schooler he ever met. He's always gonna have a bit of a soft spot for his Megs.
If he couldn't pick Megumi, it would be Yuuta.
Again, sue him for playing favorites, but Yuuta's someone he's just endlessly proud of. He watched Yuuta go from being curled up on the floor of an execution chamber to being the most promising sorcerer of the modern age. Yuuta really gives him hope for the future and the next generation. He just adores the kid.
Shoko: If we're talking sea glass gardens, I think Megumi would win by default just because she has less face time with the kids and Megumi is the one she helped raise. She's his wine aunt. She's always gonna wanna pinch his cheeks and harass him about his hair. But if he's out of the running, it's Nobara. She reminds her of her at that age. Mostly in the fact that she's endlessly suffering from her two idiot best friends's mutual homosexuality. Shoko relates to Nobara on a spiritual level.
Yaga: Panda. That's his little boy. I'm pretty sure this is canon too--Maki explicitly states that the principal plays favorites with Panda in JJK0. He raised Panda and thinks of him as his own son. He adores the kid.
If Panda's out of the running, it's Megumi.
This is also because he remembers when Megumi was a little kid. He didn't help raise Megumi the way the rest of them did--he got cut out after the Zenin incident--but he remembers before, when he was trusted with Megumi. A part of him is always going to remember Megumi as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk to read.
I also just see him as keeping more distance from the kids. he's not as actively involved in their teaching. it's partially an act of self protection to have distance--a lot of kids don't make it to graduation. So his favorites are going to be the one he spent the most time with--namely panda and Megumi, just by pure default.
#sea glass gardens#megumi sort of swept the competition but in his defense it's hard to beat being their literal child#he's had more /time/ to endear himself to them#he was the village baby okay#megumi's trapped in a nightmare#you know when you're in high school and you don't want anyone to know your dad's the english teacher#yeah so it's that but /the entire faculty/#all of these people raised him#even with yaga it's a problem#yaga remembers him as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk#but /megumi/ remembers hiding under his fucking principal's desk as a little kid and falling asleep cuddling one of his stuffed animals#his fucking principal carried him to a couch and tucked him in for a nap in childhood#he's in agony. he's going to throw himself off the gym building. someone sedate him. he needs to scream into a pillow.#100% of the tokyo jujutsu high faculty has had some kind of hand in raising him. they all have seen him in his pajamas. they have all seen#him when he was sick or upset or when he hit puberty and his voice started cracking#the annoying teacher that drives everyone nuts is the guy that raised him. his legal guardian. the one that makes his life a living hell#whenever anyone flirts with him. /their teacher/ gave him The Talk and there were absolutely terrible jujutsu metaphors involved#gojo devastated that his little boy is grown up: *reading religiously off cue cards* make sure you and/or your partner /cast/ a /veil/ to#help protect from any /curses/ escaping#Megumi in hell: you can just say condoms#Gojo who will cry: i absolutely cannot#he's doing his level best to keep yuuji and nobara in the dark but /all/ of his senpais know that he's gojo satoru's little boy. it's like#having the fucking sword of damocles hanging over him. he knows one day they'll tell the others and he'll be in agony#just put him down like a sick dog at this point he cannot stand this
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birgittesilverbae · 10 months
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thinking of babea au and lilith forced to seek refuge in her childhood home with an injured bea.
lilith standing in the foyer, stooping to heft beatrice into her arms and she smells of ozone, of burnt-out matches. her hair smells of cedarwood.
the apparition of her mother looking shrunken next to a suit of armour, wineglass in hand, and beatrice only half-aware of anything (mostly aware of lilith’s warmth, her neck, her breath when she looks down as though afraid that beatrice will suddenly stop breathing) but struck by the thought that lilith must have found her silence somewhere. here.
the quiet she carries with her, and how when she laughs it feels like the air has cracks in it. beatrice craves that sound, but the foyer echoes. lilith’s childhood home is full up with silence.
lilith stands, ignoring the steady drip, drip of bea’s blood onto the tiles, how it smears the family crest. she stares at her mother over the wrinkling of bea’s brow, her soundless sighs committed to the tomb of lilith’s throat and she feels, for an instant, like she’s holding a flame instead of a girl.
holding a match for too long and begging it not to burn her fingers.
her mother says her name. that’s all; ‘lilith’ in her sepulchral tone, eyes roaming over the bloodied shape of beatrice cradled in her arms. all the bullet holes are gone, ringed by blood but incapable of harming her. there’s a handful of them sitting inside lilith’s pocket, digging into her thigh.
she doesn’t know why she picked them up, except perhaps that they were soaked in bea’s blood and she didn’t want to leave them in the alley where she dragged beatrice. where she listened to her in the dark hiccupping blood as mercenaries flickered past them in the street beyond.
lilith had to wrap her body around the cruciform sword. it glowed like a beacon. she manged it, mostly, but the light caught beatrice’s eyes. they caught on her pain as though on broken glass.
her mother stares as they trail blood over the parapet floor, the carpet, following after lilith as she lays beatrice down on one of the sofas. it’s more of a loveseat, really, and looking at it in the lamplight lilith is struck by a smaller, cleaner version of herself sitting cross-legged, a book open in her lap.
beatrice lies there, bleeds there. it’s mostly from her arm, where lilith watched a divinium-laced bullet strike her, spinning her back into lilith’s arms, blood erupting over her fingers. beatrice was already full of bullets, listing from the halo’s fading burn, but the sight of that unearthly blue light glimmering in her skin made lilith more afraid than she thought was possible.
somewhere between the family crest and the sight of beatrice dampening the sofa cushions with blood, lilith’s mother seems to find her voice.
she opts for Italian, which only makes beatrice’s lips twitch, and lilith has to fight back the insane urge to kiss her. not in front of your mother, fool!
this of course swiftly followed by, and why would it matter?
instead, lilith smooths beatrice’s hair off her forehead, ignoring the sweat and dirt that follows the sweep of her palm. “rest,” she commands, picking up the old version of her voice from the days when she used to pin beatrice to the mat in cat’s cradle and lean down close to say “yield.”
“where are you going?” out of spite, beatrice says this in Latin, which shortens it tremendously.
even with her mother’s eyes on her, lilith can’t help but dip down, darting a quick kiss to beatrice’s forehead. “just rest. i’ll be back.”
she dumps her duffel down next to beatrice, hoping and yes, maybe praying, that she has what she needs inside.
“what was that?” her mother says as lilith moves back out into the foyer. her body wants to tremble but she holds it still, moves to the staircase like a thief stealing into heaven.
her mother follows her with a string of complaints as she digs out clean clothes for bea (hers, old, trying to pay no attention to what she chooses).
lilith fetches warm water and washcloths, she tries to breathe. the response, when she asks after food, is “why on earth would I know what we have to eat?”
she carries it all back to beatrice, takes the first aid kit from her duffel. forced to cut through bea’s armour to reach the only intact wound. she makes herself listen to beatrice’s unguarded cries of pain as she takes the shards of divinium out of her shoulder. the halo flickers, gleams, replaces bea’s blood which is just as well.
there’s so much of it on her hands.
her mother hisses at her for ruining the furniture and lilith feels herself go still and quiet.
“you should be happy. aren’t you the one who told me that anything the halo touches is holy?”
bea slipping into consciousness just long enough to hear lilith say, “well, here she is; the holiest thing you’ll never get your hands on.”
her mother leaves. there’s the sound of an engine starting, a door slamming. then a better silence.
she bandages bea’s shoulder and kisses her properly, careful not to get any more blood on her face. “time for bed,” she mutters.
“can’t… don’t think I can walk.” beatrice is only half-awake.
“i’ll carry you.”
a hand on her chest, “no. just be here.”
lilith makes up a bed for them on the floor. she lights the fire with wet wood from the shed outside that spits as it takes the flame.
the next morning bea sits at the kitchen nook, wearing lilith’s old taekwondo hoodie, tracing the logo on the sleeve with her fingers while lilith burns their scrambled eggs
lilith, slightly chagrined, sets down a plate of overcooked toast and dry scrambled eggs. bea looks at her and it’s an odd expression. it’s the look she saves for the ocean, or for certain flowers.
they eat, bea tucking into her tasteless meal like she’s never eaten before, pretending she can’t see lilith looking at her with a sort of bleak fondness.
because bea’s hands are trembling as she holds her cutlery and she looks strange and small in lilith’s hoodie and a pair of old sleep shorts. they’re eating at the breakfast nook in the kitchen that her mother never uses but where lilith used to eat lunch (and dinner if her mother was at a party). it feels sacred to her, somehow. feels right to find beatrice sitting there.
bea makes a short noise of delight, noticing a big, uncoordinated ‘LILITH WAS HERE’ carved into the wood right at the edge of the table. she makes lilith scoot over next to her, points to it, then shamelessly takes advantage of their closeness to tuck both her hands into one of lilith’s sleeves so she has to eat left-handed. clumsily.
lilith rolls her eyes, but she laces her fingers through bea’s, and kisses her again.
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cruoren · 15 days
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me wanting to be here vs me clutching a new blog to my chest,
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pipippizz · 1 year
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giving Nagi head....
I imagine him being more on the sensitive side;; the warmth of your month and teasing licks makes his head spin and he starts subconsciously buck his hips and might cum in your mouth without warning... He's sorry, but he really couldn't help it when you make him feel so incredible,,,
this is honestly adorable to think about oouhohhojhgjgh i love nagisa
minors do not read or interact !!!!
gn reader — blowjobs , praise , general fluff ww
nagisa is so good at keeping his composure. it's something you can't help but admire about him. so it's fun to think about the different ways you can break that rock solid façade, y'know?
you definitely take your time with it. he's a patient man, such a good boy, he can handle a little waiting for what he wants! as soon as you say that, his eyes flutter a bit, and that's where the fun begins. the seed was sown.
slowly, you get on your knees and rub his thighs over his pants before pulling them down to his knees, but not his underwear yet. no, you palm him through the thin fabric, and his hands twitch at his sides before he runs a hand through your hair and down your cheek. a silent coaxing for more, you can tell. so you move forward and mouth at him through his underwear, and you can feel him get fully erect against your mouth.
you giggle under your breath, mumbling a little "cute" to make him twitch before finally pulling him free. you hear him sigh in relief, his hand returning to your hair. you stroke him with both hands, taking your time working him. one hand presses flat against his tip , rubbing it in circles while the other pumps him at a snail's pace.
the whole time, you feel his hand flexing in your hair, moving between gripping it tightly and resting flat. his hips twitch beneath you, and he mumbles a soft please the more you stroke him. looking up, you see his head is leaned all the way back, but you can still tell he's completely flushed by the red of his ears, his breath a heavy pant.
this takes a complete 180 when you lick his crown. his body jolts, and he leans forward over you. both of his hands are on your head now, and he can't stop himself from basically whimpering as you start swallowing him. he fights against pulling you fully down over his cock, but it's so hard when your tongue presses against the underside, putting pressure on the thick vein there when you bob your head.
within seconds, he's moaning your name every other breath, fingers completely tangled in your hair and hips bucking into your mouth. you celebrate internally at how you've gotten to see him letting go like this, showing that by returning moans around his length. he's so lost in the pleasure that neither of you realize how close he's gotten through all of this. not until his breath hitches suddenly, and his hips tremble under you as warmth floods your mouth. you swallow it as fast as it comes, but sticky white still drips from the corner of your lips, and nagisa sighs deeply in estascy.
when the rush finally stops, he pulls out from your mouth and lifts your chin up to be equal with him. his tongue flicks out and licks his cum from the corner of your mouth, and he kisses you gently, mumbling apologies and praises both against your lips.
you'll have to do this more often.
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if u seek amy??? ok. but the guy im looking for is named bob. im going to a different gas station you are not helping me track this hee hee ha ha ho down.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 months
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#what do you call it when a mind is lacking in depth of m thought? is there a word for that?#because all my mind can do is spin in tiny circles. never push any further. no depth of thought#i cant even carry out this line of thought to completion in my head. i have to write it down like this or else it remains stuck in an eddy#its so frustrating. when my thoughts are pressured i spin so fast it feels like my head might pop but the thoughts never go anywhere#bc they just repeat the same god damn things all thr fucking time. they drag me around in circles. then when im feeling low or even like#normal. my head just feels empty and it freaks me out. i have no intersting thoughts to think. theres nothing behind my eyes#possibly its just my brain on 0cd. but how am i suppose to escape the spiral if its in my own head? i guess im just supposed to changr my#reaction to it. recognize what it is and let it go. but i dont like it#i just want to curl up on a warm tile floor. press myself into a quiet corner and not think anything#in an aquarium or a conservatory. specifically the conservatory in Columbus. i love that place#i went there for my birthday when i was like 12 bc i liked it so much. the botanically gardens and the butterflies and the stained glass#i dunno. i just like it there. ugh. im just tired#god. there was a really cool talk today and im always like im not that inattentive lol but then i cannot for the life of me follow a talk or#read a paper all thr way through. my short term working memory is just a tiny little cup. easy to overfill#so i miss mostly everything. its so frustrating#its all frustrating. whatever. back to the psychiatrist tomorrow. probably up thr lamicta1 dosage#bc im past where i was last time i had a reaction to it 💪#i just wish i wanted to draw. drawing just makes me tired and impatient rn#unrelated
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hauntingblue · 4 months
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The marines calling Roger the worst man of the world is something but considering ace renounced him and luffy kinda blindly admires him bc we don't really know much about what he has done past his travels....
#like i know he wasnt but why then#bc he opposed th government and thats it#and now theyre going to kill his son just because they can#also surprised the d came from aces mother (well considering what she could do...) but i really thought it was bc of roger#even if they keep writing gold roger and not gol d roger but alas#tbh idk if thats just a theory or it has been confirmed but im not there yet#also i wanna know more about aces mom#and the fukcing bubbles of saboady keep haunting me!!!!!!#why is the people so sure that roger was bad what happened#and why is rayleigh alive if rogers family is dead like damn#also fuck!!! the marines know about dragon being luffys dad when iva san said to keep ot quiet!!! because of fucking garp!!!!#like lets kill rogers son but dragons is alright i guess#not like i want luffy to die but considering the revolutionary army you know#a newborn doesnt carry any sins just as boats arent good or evil. thats what im talking about#there arent any love stories in one piece and like i get it but it would be nice to know why ace was even born you know#OH ACE LOOKS LIKE HIS MOTHER OOOOOOHHHHH... THATS A DEATH SENTENCE#he has his mothers eyes what if i shit and cry and throw up#this is sickening also#the hunting pregnant women#the orange clouds looking like fire when ace is born. what if i start to sob#nono gol d ace now.... so they are both d names.... is that like a curse because damn...#also ace being held by his mom with the orange clouds behind again..... i am telling you he is like jesus christ you wouldnt get it#mary did you know your womb was also a tomb etc etc#god.... rogers rivals raising his son. whitebeard wanting him to become pirate king.... his rival's son... old men do not make me cry#buggy opening the doors like moses lmao#ace surprised whitebeard is coming for him.... and not believing luffy came for him either#that was good i cant wait to see more flashbacks but how many episodes will we be here until the thre hours are past. i fear for aces knees#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 460
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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 months
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shake your hand in character ft. flashback joe iconis, cyril von miserthorpe, krampus, the fancy tree, mister macabee, quince, little evalina, debra neezer jolie, flashback joe jr., flashback mama, poinsettia, hot candy, clouds, santa, aunt lorette, rufus?
#bass boosting & blurring visuals as i go Aunt Lorette....what's next a rare peenie w/o the islanders jacket orange glasses#listening intently under the [clouds] handshake like his beloved aunt lorett(e) it does sure sound like. uncle giuseppino#who has to reveal the uncle peenie nickname b/c present tense joe finds his toddler self's mispronunciation embarrassing or what have you#opposite of posts like ''it must be so hard to be 70 yrs old a toddler calls you peepaw & that's your name for the rest of your life''#anyways maybe i misheard it Once & have been aunt lorettaing ever since lmao#haven't technically heard that many actual auditory uncle peenie aunt lorette/a intros#in fact sure could be spelling it like uncle pini or such the whole time but a) peenie's funnier; relevant; more obvious outside context#& b) it's like a toddler's mispronunciation so that justifies a like artistic / poetic translation choice there lol#joe iconis christmas extravaganza#cyril von miserthorpe#will roland#i was also wondering why giovanny's costume looked so similar to flashback joe abf's....well because he is flashback joe junior!!#whose flashback daddy was Not killed by flashback mama#ft. many others....thrown by [clouds? thought that was the personification of Hope] but other things are new/unknown to me ofc!#little evalina is the role who does not speak until singing all i want for christmas is you btw. last time ft. george as little evalino#or referenced in the extensively phyllidia krampus fancy tree featuring video there as The Silent Child whom will be made a Quiet Stew#hang in there rufus#quince not bringing up the eternal onehandedness ft. carrying it around lol....#oh hang on i bet i know what happened re: [was it aunt lorette the whole time] w/pertinent grammatical choices here already#hearing them introduced & outroduced as Aunt Lorette And Uncle Peenie & rebracketing Lorette And into LorettaAnd
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