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"Angst is beautiful, it has amazing storytelling and is more interes-"

My head is filled with flowers !! Yipee !!

I'm not alone!!!

When i say i can't handle relationship angst, at least with bad ending, i mean I really really can't handle relationship angst. I'll start crying very easily. Sometimes over very small things. I made up a cheating scenario in my head and ended up having to stop myself from literally crying out in sorrow as i sobbed. More recently i read a smau that included Crocodile and the scenario was like "You wear his shirt" except Crocodile didn't like it and it was supposed to be comedic but it bummed me out, then i started to imagine it in my head and started to despair and i ended up crying sobbing again. To be fair i had stopped taking my meds again (i get lazy to refill the little day by day boxes things, refilled them again 2 days ago bc mood was starting to get really bad) but i know even if i was taking em i would've probably still cried a bit. So unless its platonic or familial angst (though something depressing enough will bum me out a lot) I cant handle it. Strangely enough, whump is an exception. I save whump especially for when im mad or upset, to which i read it and often calm down and can go to sleep.

>Red Hair Pirates

>Look inside

>One redhead

Hiiizi loved you shanks works! Your writing style suits him sm, can i ask for a shansk x a f reader who isn't into alcool unless it's sweet and is usually very bratty/peaky? Thank you and have a great day!

Two Cats

Shanks x Fem!Reader. Fluff. 609 words.

Desc: You're a picky and bratty drinker, fortunately Shanks is there to "protect" you.

You and Beckman sit at a bar table, you holding his mug of alcohol. Despite no one forcing you, you’ve been sipping it only to judge him. “No one’s forcing you to drink it.” He says to you, getting annoyed as you take another drink of rum, making an extremely exaggerated negative reaction. His eyebrow twitches when you look at him with pity, as if he were some poor beggar forced to drink slop to forget his troubles.

“C’mon take it easy~ She’s just giving her opinion.” Your boyfriend walks up to behind you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“She’s not voicing anything.” The vice captain points out, eyebrows furrowing in further annoyance when you give him another look of pity, your eyes looking from his mug back to him. Before he can voice any complaints the barmaid comes with your margarita, your attention immediately going to it instead as you slide the drink haphazardly back to Beck.

“Oo something drinkable!” You say happily and take a taste, Shanks biting his lip to contain a smile at your bratty behavior. He used to be a victim of it before, a troubling time, but eventually learned it was simply the way you were. Once that was in his mind it wasn’t long before he found it cute. Now he watches as you happily sip on your drink.

“Can I have a small drink, doll?” He asks you, flinching when you give him a harshly disgusted look. “Ouch, you’re breaking my heart here.” He frowns a bit and your expression changes to a giggle, picking the drink up and putting it to his lips.

“Fine~ I guess I can spare a drink to a poor soul.” You tease the redhead, who plays along.

“Thank you my liege.” You smile confidently at that… before Shanks takes a deep breath and slurps the entire thing up.

“WHA- HEY!” You yell and he bursts out laughing.

“Thanks for sparing such a drink onto me, it was wonderful!” You glare at his laughing self, then sigh and place the glass back on the counter with a sulk.

“My drink…” He leans down and gives you a smooch on the cheek at your sulking.

“I’ll order you another one.” He looks to the barmaid. “Another sweet nectar for her royal highness, please.” Shanks motions to you and the barmaid’s eyes meet yours.

“You don’t have to call me that!” You say quickly to the barmaid as damage control, but she already leaves to make it with a final gaze that lingers judgmentally. Once she’s gone you stare at Shanks like you’re trying to explode him with your mind. He puts a hand on your head.

“Relax~” He pets you softly, but when he tries to kiss you on the lips you turn to the side. “That’s how it’s gonna be?” He raises a brow then smiles mischievously. Before you know it he’s moving to be in your view. When you look away he’s there again. It’s no use, everytime you look in a different direction he slides to be in it until you’re resisting a smile. “Is that a smile I see?”

“It’s not, your eyes are worsening.” To your answer he hums while leaning in closer until your noses are touching, waiting until you end up letting out a small “pfft” before he grins and kisses you on the lips.

‘They’re like two cats.’ Beckman thinks to himself, forgotten as he drinks apparently undrinkable rum from his mug. Quite a pair, the two of you are, but it is amusing watching. He’s definitely not letting you get your paws on his drinks anymore, though.

Short, but i had fun with the scenario. Just how it turned out. Also thanks for the compliment. Sorry if I don't sound excited im tired rn.

A lot of requests i got never specified if they want platonic or romantic , and i don't think they've read my rules where it says not specifying means auto platonic, so atp i'm just going off feelings.

Was writing in docs and accidentally tapped on "Read in light mode" instead of changing the title. It was like I got flashbanged

I remember ive been watching anime ever since i was a teeny kid and i never understood why they put towel on their head while bathing UNTIL one day i was watching a bathing scene of them relaxing like usual and one of the characters re-dunked the towel in the water because it had gotten cold and i was like "holy fucking shit it's to keep your head warm". Dude i actually felt my third eye opening I was genuinely like "The japanese are GENUISES" because i'd never seen that b4 in other media. Only in anime. I always have problems in even the shower about my head getting cold while im washing my body yet i just assumed there was no solution, it was hopeless, something i simply had to deal with. But they innovated, putting wet warm towel on their head. Insane, in a good way. I have nothing bad to say about that method, its fucking perfect and i would do it myself except I only shower so i can't balance the towel on my head and places to bathe ive visited dont have a small towel i can wet. But i know. When i get the chance, it will be heaven.

reminds me of this

when i used to write cod fanfic on ao3 i got comments like this often. Someone told me that they want to eat my fingers to gain my writing skills

Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

Im in public and a guy sitting near me has a Luffy hoodie but its specifically a Lakers Luffy hoodie, like luffy in the outfit and the lakers logo on the arms I didn't even know they made merch for it

When i say i can't handle relationship angst, at least with bad ending, i mean I really really can't handle relationship angst. I'll start crying very easily. Sometimes over very small things. I made up a cheating scenario in my head and ended up having to stop myself from literally crying out in sorrow as i sobbed. More recently i read a smau that included Crocodile and the scenario was like "You wear his shirt" except Crocodile didn't like it and it was supposed to be comedic but it bummed me out, then i started to imagine it in my head and started to despair and i ended up crying sobbing again. To be fair i had stopped taking my meds again (i get lazy to refill the little day by day boxes things, refilled them again 2 days ago bc mood was starting to get really bad) but i know even if i was taking em i would've probably still cried a bit. So unless its platonic or familial angst (though something depressing enough will bum me out a lot) I cant handle it. Strangely enough, whump is an exception. I save whump especially for when im mad or upset, to which i read it and often calm down and can go to sleep.

Asexual people opening their tag and seeing that fuck ass character again.

what if his mom was just short

tell me im wrong, you wont. Luffy having stunt growth and several other underlining problems outside of the 10 years off the life thing.

Birthday Boy

Shanks x GN!Reader. Mostly Shanks's POV. 1704 words. This is fluff. Comments welcome. :3

Desc: It's Shanks's birthday but it starts to seem like only he remembered, from his perspective.

Shanks’s consciousness slowly stirs as he wakes up, it's his birthday. He thinks it is, anyway. He does actually keep track, especially since it’s also Mihawk’s. “Wonder if I should go visit him…” He mumbles to himself as he gets dressed. There’ll probably be a party for his birthday, right? I mean he’s not exactly super excited for a birthday party but he wouldn’t be against one per say. They’ve had small celebrations of his birthday, nothing grand after 25, but this should be special since it's the one before his 40s, that’s special. You’re here too, extra special. However when he peeks out of his room, no party poppers. Well that’s fine, they could be hard to clean up anyway. He heads into the kitchen and there are no balloons, or cake.

“Looking for something, Captain? You’re up early” Lucky Roux asks him, still not done with breakfast.

“Uh.. err..” Well maybe the cake is too much. He’s an old man now, forcing your already busy cook to make you a sweet treat at his age would be immature. “Nothing.” Lucky gives him a raised brow but goes back to cooking, Shanks settling on the table to wait for breakfast.. which is uneventful too. No one wishes him happy birthday, or gives him extra food, or is nicer. Nothing, but it’s okay. Decorations are childish, giving birthday wishes is too. They’re pirates. There’s only so much you can do for a single person’s birthday on a ship, even if he’s the captain. His birthday wish would be just that today is a good day, and today is a good day, no pirate or marine attacks or anything. That’s all he needs. When he goes looking for you he spots Hongo instead.

“Oh, (Y/n) went ahead. Said that they knew someone on the island we’re gonna dock at and couldn’t wait to see them.” That’s.. not ideal. So you’re not here and they’ll only be at that island once it’s almost dark.

‘At least they’re happy. I wonder who it is.’ Shanks thinks to himself, feeling bummed but still wondering who it is. When they dock the people are friendly and there's no dangerous weather. You’re talking to someone and not to Shanks but the alcohol at this bar seems good. Everyone is happy, enjoying themselves, including you. This is the best birthday present. Eventually he walks outside in the night with his mug, alone and leaning forward onto the wooden railing around the bar.

“Happy birthday.” Well he was alone. Your voice proves he no longer isn’t, his eyes trailing to you. You remembered, though that means you’ve been off with someone else even if you knew it was Shanks’s birthday.

“Aw jeez you remembered something like that?” He chuckles, taking a sip from his mug. Weird, it doesn’t taste nice, even if he can tell it factually is. Maybe he’s just not in an alcohol mood. “I’ve already had almost 40 of them.” That’s right. There are much more dire things in the world going on. In the grand scheme of things, someone like him, and something like his birthday, isn’t important.

“I hope to celebrate many more.” You rustle in your bag and pull out a wrapped box, putting it in front of him. “Sorry I’ve been ignoring you, I’ve been trying to get this perfect.” His eyes widen and he puts down his mug quicker than he intended.

“Is this for me?” So you weren’t just ignoring him, you were getting something for him! His eyes twinkle looking at the present.

“Is there another red headed captain having a birthday today?” He puts his hand to the wrapping, faltering. “It’s okay, just pull the ribbon.” He tugs the ribbon a bit and the wrapping falls apart, he didn’t have to struggle with one hand to get it open. He opens the box and there’s a clip, golden with a yellow flower accessory next to it.

“A hair clip?”

“You can put it on.” You’re right, he struggles a bit at first but the clip is easy to handle and clips his bangs out of his face. One half of the clip for one side, the other for the other side, then they snap together at the back of his head. “The flower is optional, I thought it would look pretty in your hair.” He looks at the flower, then puts it on. You pull out a pocket mirror and he looks at himself.

“It looks too fancy for me.” He mumbles. “And I’m still a pirate captain and emperor, I can't be going out with a flower in my hair.” You try to take it and he pulls back from you. “Hey, no take backs.”

“Relax.” You crack up a bit and he gets a little embarrassed.

“It’s my present.” He pouts, trying to play it off as you take the flower, clipping it onto his shirt pocket instead. “Oh.”

“Is that manly enough for you?”

“Perhaps.” His eyes twinkles as he looks down at the accessory, pleased. His hair is out of his face and now he’s got a pretty flower on his chest.

“It’s true you may not look fancy enough for the occasion though. Missing just a little something.” He looks back up at you when you speak, then feels something placed on his head.

“That’s better.” Shanks looks up to see Beckman, who adjusts the birthday hat strap under the captain’s jaw. Limejuice peeks out from inside the bar, blowing a party horn and wearing a party hat.

“Come in, Captain Birthday Boy.” He says and you watch as the redhead’s eyes widen and he runs inside to see that the bar he was in before has now been decorated with balloons and streamers. His cheeks are tinted with wonder and he gasps lightly.

“We knew you’d start moping outside when you thought everyone forgot your birthday, so we took the chance to decorate.” Beckman explains, pulling a chair open for the captain to sit on.

“I was not moping.” He states with a huff, sitting down. “I just needed some air.”

“You were moping.” You pull up beside him, rubbing your cheek against his affectionately. “Just a tiny bit. It’s okay.” Lucky sets down a large cake in front of the captain, decorated and with candles lit on top. You clap and then everyone starts to sing happy birthday, Shanks immediately getting embarrassed.

“You don’t-” He turns to Beckman, who’s also singing, then to you. “I..” You give him a warm smile and he sits there until the song is done. Once it’s ended everyone claps and he fidgets sheepishly before blowing out the candles. Yasopp sneaks behind him and reaches over to Shanks’s head until his wrist is gripped harshly and he turns to see your murderous gaze.

“Don’t.” You mouth to him and the sniper quickly backs off once he’s released. Shanks is given a nice slice of cake, it's wet.

“What is it?” He asks. It smells good, a twinge of alcohol. You motion for him to try it and he takes a bite, his eyes shining. The flavor of cake, sweet milk, and rum exploding in his mouth. He shouldn’t like sweet things, but this is good. Plus has alcohol so it’s not childish at all, that’s what he tells himself as he scarfs more down. You stare at him, pleased. He looks cute like this, happy, like he’s a boy again. A day where he’s the focus as different crew members give him their presents and he eats his favorite foods. Right now the world revolves around him, he’s the birthday boy. Your clip ends up helping a lot too, no food or cream in his hair; and no one made fun of his flower. They weren’t even allowed to think of making fun of it, ‘less they incur your wrath. By the end of it he’s wearing a comfy sweater, warm socks, his birthday hat is a little off center, and his heart and stomach are full. It isn’t much long after that he yawns.

“C’mon. You’re getting tired, right?” You lean beside him. It’s his party, his day, he doesn’t need to keep drinking or entertain the crowd even if he’s tired.

“That’s..” He hesitates, this party is for him. Shouldn’t he have to enjoy all of it? The food isn’t done and there’s still a good chunk of people that are lively.

“It’s your choice, Shanks. Do you want to go to bed?” You look him in the eyes, understanding. You look so comforting, it’s making him sleepier. “It looks like a yes.” He hums, almost looking behind him as if for approval from the rest until you stop him with a hand on his chin. “It’s you.”

“Me..” This is hard. For him? For him. This is his choice that he makes for him that isn’t in thought of anyone else. He slowly stands up, still hesitant until you grab his hand and lead him away. This bar must be connected to an inn, but he doesn’t think much about it as you bring him to a room. He trusts you, you must've prepared this beforehand. Once he’s inside you lay him down on the bed and wow.. it's like his body immediately recognizes all its tiredness and relaxes. He lets out a content sigh, closing his eyes and feeling you lay beside him. His face is peaceful, but you can do more. Your arms wrap around and hold him, cuddling him, and as you thought you feel him metaphorically turn to mush. “Thank you.” You hear him mumble quietly and you kiss the top of his head.

“I love you, Shanks, my birthday boy.” Your words, your heartbeat, your warmth, all of it has him slowly falling asleep, feeling warm all cozy inside and out. This is bliss. His last thought as his mind goes to sleep.

‘So cute..’ You think to yourself as you hear his breathing stabilize and feel his head roll limp onto your chest. He’s held onto you vulnerably like you’ll protect him from everything. You plant a kiss on his forehead, because at least for this night, you will.

I know this is late since his birthday is on the 9th of March but I wasnt in a writing mood so i wrote this late. Isn't Shanks a cutiepie? We need more cutiepie characters, if i do say so myself.

Once saw a post where a person was sending an ask to someone that was just about how much they hate hiyori and shes a dumb bitch and they know that its not their fault but they hate her bc they love zoro and i was like "Damn bro i actually really like her character" I clicked on their page... zionist. Like proud zionist. The unreasonable hatred immediately made sense

HIS HAIRCUT VHJJTSYDUFJF

His head looks both tall and short

Bruh here bitching abouth how a fanfiction is about someone's fantasy lmaoo

obvious ragebait, nice try bud

Its so hard trying to watch media and especially anime with your wokeness off because its so fucking obvious sometimes. Like you'll be watching an anime and be like calm and all of a sudden its "By the way why don't we peek at the GIRLS wooahh they called me a pervert and hit me haha! Theyre so dramatic boys will be boys" and youll be like "okay whatever" and then youll continue watching and theyll introduce the "villian of the arc sexygirl mcbigboobs where shes such a good hand to hand combat fighter but shes completely skinny except she has massive boobies and look the mc got a nosebleed and shes suddenly all shy wooahoahh thats how you know shes secretly just a GIRL and GOOD because shes shy when she gets peeped on.." And youll be like "fuck okay whatever" and then 10 episodes later they'll pause EVERYTHING EVERYTHING to "look in a woman's bath and whats this? Heres the REAL VILLIAN this WOMAN who beat the hell out of the mc and his poor pervert friends for just trying to cop a feel. Isn't she going too far!? I mean she already hit them once.. god what a fucking bitch right guys? God anyway back to sexygirl mcbigboobs shes in love with one of the main guys now." Like its so hard 😭. The subtle shit is so crazy too like I was watching Cells At Work Code Black and its SO FUCKING GOOD but FOR SOME REASON all the white blood cells are ONLY GIRLS and ALWAYS SHOWING THEIR BOOBS. Also because theres a liver moment now where theres fanservice given to the red blood cells all the red blood cells are guys unlike the og material where it was a mix becayse what? No. Girls cant be serviced. Theyre the servicers. Dumbass. Go back to watching you fucking show liberal youll consume the media and youll enjoy it just close your eyes and pretend the girls' shirts are buttoned up. Read this new manga. The scenes of scantily clad little girls is vital to the plot.

Its a little funny/depressing seeing sugar baby fanfiction cuz it used to be the focus on getting fucked and you buying lavish dresses or whatever but i read a sugar baby fanfic drabble post that was like, in a sexy way, written like "Him giving you money and his card. Calling you doll as you buy groceries to fill up your fridge ❤️. Calling you pretty as you call him talking about your day and how you slept all you wanted waking up not stressed about rent ❤️ Buying new besheets ❤️" Like is this sexual or just your fantasy.

Why did i ever think senor pink was cool i reread dressrosa and everything that happened was his fault it was just in his pov to make himself seem cool and hard boiled.

hes got his pants on backwards

It was so he could coup de boo with efficiency if ever needed

POV you just asked an old mexican relative eating food for a bite

I GET THERES TIMEZONES BUT HOW IS IT ALREADY THE NEXT DAY FOR PEOPLE ITS STILL THE 8TH FOR ME IS SHANKS BIRTHDAY NOT TOMORROW??

collect my fanfiction

Just saw that you left a like on the 5th part of is this love whatd you think of it @brownsugarcookiesyrup

The difference between cells at work season 1 and cells at work code black is so drastic its comedic. Its like i watched season one so happy and was like "Sick theres a season two" not knowing and watching it like

why does the live action mihawk exude so much sexual tension 💀

Romantic(?)

Mihawk x reader. Male reader in mind but can be read as any/gender neutral. 511 words. Suggestive.

Desc: You're a romantic pervert.

Leaning back against your chair you scan over your boyfriend. His jet black hair, his harsh but beautiful hawk eyes, his muscular plump chest.

“Refrain from staring so much, it’s disturbing me.” Mihawk says and you jolt out of your trance.

“Haha, was I that obvious?” You say, a bit bashful.

“Practically drooling, you had a foolish look on your face. It’s embarrassing.” The swordsman temporarily closes the book he was reading as you get up.

“Embarrassing for me or for you?” With a kiss to his cheek, you crouch down next to his sitting form.

“Use your brain.” Mihawk states with a displeased huff.

“Can’t, you’re too handsome. It’s distracting me~” You press a kiss to his chest. “So pretty too, you’re heaven on earth to me.”

Mihawk scoffs and looks away, then buttons up his shirt quickly. You whine and kiss his clothed chest. “Nooo.. free them…”

“Stop, you’re being ridiculous.” He puts a hand on your face to stop you from getting closer despite your protests. You sigh and rest your head on his thigh.

“You’re so mean to me, my love.” You say sadly with a sigh. “Treating me like I’m a pervert…”

“And are you not?” Mihawk asks and reaches for his book once more.

“Perhaps, but it’s only for you. I try to control myself as much as I can but it’s hard when I see you looking so elegant reading…” You say, somewhat romantically; though it’s negated when you continue to speak. “and your shirt unbuttoned a bit just so I can see your chest, rising and falling as your breath. Especially when I can see a mark I left on you it just makes me want to make as many as I can on your skin.” He puts his hand back on your face, irritated.

“Enough.” He says firmly, though when you look through his fingers you can see a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. Ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make you happy… and want to say more. You reach up and unbutton his shirt, sitting up on your knees to rest your head on his chest. His hand is still on your face, yet he doesn’t stop you, settling it on the back of your head once your cheek is to the middle of his chest.

“I get to hear my second favorite sound like this, such a beautiful melody.” You say as you close your eyes to hear his heartbeat.

“...” He stays silent for a moment before speaking. “Second?” You smile.

“You wanna know my favorite?” You ask, and he doesn’t answer; just looking down at you. “It’s the sound of it when it speeds up, thumping loudly when I touch you and love you. The marks are an excuse to have my mouth on your chest, and to hear the thump of my lover’s heart.” As you say that you hear his heartbeat speed up slightly.

“...Corny.” Mihawk mumbles, but affectionately runs his fingers through your hair as you relish in the drums of his heart.

I actually wrote this way long ago, before i started to write on this account. Before Shanks I was obsessed with mihawk so i have a few wips of him of just my random thoughts i had to write down, thought i'd make sense of this one and post it since its one of the ones that was actually readable story-wise.

Im becoming stronger (i can think again)