“By the way, Ace, which one of us do you think is the bigger brother? Two big brothers and one small brother. It’s odd, but… Our brotherhood is my treasure. Luffy is still a weak cry baby, but… He is our little brother, so take care of him!”
I wanted to continue what @That-Punny-Cookie started, even if it was my other account that I deleted, I had a feeling nobody would believe me and all.
Just saying, the One-Shot wasn’t supposed to be submitted, it was a draft ;w;
But, just saying, the day I found out you replied…
I WAS JUMPING OVER MOON ;;;;;W;;;;;;
I WAS OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS! O-O
I FELT LIKE I COULD PUNCH THROUGH A WALL
I WAS THAT PUMPED WITH HAPPINESS
(Also- YOU GOT HIT BY THE TRAIN NUU ;A; WE LOST A SPECIAL PERSON!)
Error poked the chocolate softly.
It looked yummy.
And Error wanted to eat something.
Error gently picked up the chocolate while Ink watched, curious for what his rescuing to chocolate will be. Error took a small nibble of the chocolate (that wasn’t wrapped) slowly and cautiously. His eye lights lit up slightly at the sweet taste. Instead of chomping down the chocolate greedily, Error instead took quick but small nibbles of the chocolate. Ink giggled at the small glitchy child.
”Hey, what’s your name?“ Ink asked, “I’m Ink. You can call me anything but shorty.”
Error looked up at Ink, blinking a little, putting down the (very tasty) chocolate bar.
Error sat down a little more properly, sitting on his bum. (Is that more proper, or does it not make a difference? I don’t know, whoops-)
“My NaMe iS Error,“ Error murmured softly. Ink leaned in a little, humming in question. “What did you say?” Ink asked politely. Error tooonin a deep breath and looked Ink straight in the eye with slight bravery.
”Error,“ Error repeated confidently, “My NaMe Is Error.”
Ink smiled brightly, crawling closer to Error. ”That’s a great name! Do you mind if I call you … Hmm … RuRu, perhaps?“ Ink asked. Error rose his ‘eyebrows.’ “WhO Is ’RuRu’¿” Error asked back. Ink giggled, scooting a little closer to Error.
“Your RuRu, silly!“ Ink smiled, pointing to Error. Error pointed to himself, “mE¿ bUt, I’m ErRor!” Error protested, “nOt rUrU!”
Ink grinned, “If I call you RuRu, you can call me anything you want. If you like, you can call me shorty, even if I’m taller than you,“ Ink suggested, scooting until he was normal length from Error.
Error puffed his cheeks and and crossed his arms, “I-i’m nOt GonNA aLwAyS bE shOrT! I-i’lL grOw Up!“ Error huffed, “i’lL grOw Up TO bE tAlL!”
Ink rolled his eyes playfully. “Suuuuuure. Hehe. Anyway, want to leave this awful place?“ Ink asked Error. Error gasped and stood up quickly, “yEs PleAsE, InK!” Error smiled, which Ink returned. The artist stood up, and realized how short Error was. Even wearing shoes, Error was just a little shorter than Inks elbow.
’Oh my gosh,’ Ink squealed internally, ’He’s so short!’ Ink internally fangirled at how cute Error is. ‘But, I also wonder, will Error be able to go through the portal himself?’ Ink asked himself. He shrugged and opened a portal using his paintbrush. Almost immediately, Error hid behind Ink.
“WhAt Is ThAt… ?” Error asked nervously, grabbing onto Inks clothes. Ink turned a little, looking down at the nervous child.
“That, RuRu, is a portal. It will take us away from here,” Ink smiled happily. Error still hid behind Ink.
The artist turned around completely, grabbing Error and placing him onto his hip. Error squeaked and grabbed onto Ink for his dear life.
Ink looked at Error, “Are you ready? We’re going to walk through the portal.“ Error nodded, grabbing onto Ink even more tightly.
’He might fall asleep when we go through the portal,’ Ink thought, ’Probably because of his unsteady magic.’
After that thought, Ink stepped through his portal, entering his guest room in his home.
Which was thankfully not covered in enough papers to not be considered a room anymore. The room was quite plain. If had a twin sized bed in the middle of the room, pressed against the wall. On the right of the bed was a desk, papers and pencils scattered around the wooden surface. It was a plain looking room as mention earlier.
Ink turned to check if Error had fallen asleep.
Yup, he is.
Ink picked up Error and placed him onto the guest bed, tucking him in.
Ink sat next to Errors bed, just in case Error wakes up and gets scared, or something along those lines. Ink wants to be next to the glitchy skeleton, he wants to know if he’s okay, he wants to make sure nobody is messing with Error.
The artist stroked Error’s head in a comforting manner, hoping too sooth the skeletons nervous nerves from going through portal earlier.
“I will watch over you, no matter what. Your my small little dork.”
Before y'all start screaming about stuff I messed up
I thought that Error wouldn’t have hapephobia(? Is that his you spell it?) because he wasn’t stuck in the void for a heck of a long time. So he didn’t mind the touching. (Or, maybe I didn’t want to write angst/feels ;w;)
(I’ve gotten sucked into child!error x Ink to the point where I’m drawing them in class XD)
“That’s it?” You asked. “That’s your only reason? Because you’re old…?”
“Older.” He corrected. “And that’s not the only-”
“Okay, stop… Just… If you start feeding me that stupid I-don’t-want-to-hurt-you line, or that bullshit about our age gap being creepy-”
“No, that’s not it.” He chuckled. “I’ve just got some…” He paused and looked to the ground for a moment to think very carefully about what he was going to say. It wasn’t very often Oliver had trouble telling you how he felt but you noticed a wall going up around his heart after the two of you began drifting out of the friend-zone and you had a feeling it wasn’t only because you were younger than him. “There are things about me - about my past - things I cant tell you right now. There’s more to me than just Oliver Queen and I’m not sure if you…” He paused again. “Believe me when I say I want to be with you but if we rush into this; I don’t want to blow it and never get a second chance.”
You blinked and stared dumbly… It was the first time in your relationship that he’d ever actually admitted to wanting to pursue something. He may not have been ready to really take that leap but this was a start and you could certainly work with that.
“You don’t have to be afraid of losing me.” You offered; reaching forward to place your hand in his. His fingers automatically found yours and began tracing soothing patterns over your knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere. No matter what happens… Because I want to be with you too. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
He met your stare, then…
“I’ll get there, Y/N.” He promised. “I’ll get there for you. You have no idea how much I want this.”
Hmm, I wonder if his mama said this to him and that’s why he snapped?
Okay, so I still like my theory that Sangwoo didn’t actually kill his parents and snapped after they died, but SECONDARY THEORY: Sangwoo killed his dad to make his mama happy. To set her free from an abusive husband, etc. She freaked out and rejected him, saying the above statement. Then he snapped and killed her too….That last part seems a little off, though. Maybe she killed herself instead? Maybe that’s why it seems like she haunts him. She is a representation of his guilt. And his failure.
Side note: maybe that’s also why Sangwoo freaked out when Bum tried to kill himself? It wasn’t just the loss of control, it was a reminder of what happened to his mama.
DT appreciation week, day 7:
One more reason why I love David Tennant
I’ve decided not to use the themes of the day, but to write some of my own ramblings. Hope it’s okay and that it can still be used in DT appreciation week :-)
Like most of the people that I socialise with in here, I find David Tennant extremely attractive, handsome and sexy. But lately I’ve been thinking a lot about David’s humbleness about the way he looks, and I feel that there might be more to it. So here are some thoughts:
Yes - David is a humble man when it comes to his own looks. He’s said several times that he doesn’t look at himself as sexy or handsome and this is because of his upbringing. I believe him when he says this.
However, I do think that he’s quite confident and happy about his looks. Just look at the way he dresses - he DOES care about how he looks. I think that it’s the very idea about someone deciding and setting the bar on what beauty is, who’s sexy and handsome - and who’s not - that he finds repulsing.
We also have to remember that David’s also a father and I think that he wants to teach his children to be confident in themselves based on their personalities and not on their looks (although, I can imagine David’s children being gorgeous!)
I’ve also read in an older interview (from 2005, I think), that he doesn’t care about how a woman look like - he gets attracted to talent and personality. On Saturday Night Takeaway last year, this was his comments on a clip with Jennifer Lawrence, who had just been voted “most beautiful woman alive”:
As you can see, David’s all: “Meh, I’d rather want the food that she ate!” Later on the show, David fanboyed over a chubby, though very beautiful singer, Joane Stewart. In my world, he’s sending a very clear message here: It doesn’t matter how you look - if you’re a nice person and does what you love to do, I’d rather hang out with you than this mainstream actress*.
So, my conclusion is that David is a very humble person, but that he also has some rather strong opinions and is critical about the mainstream tendencies of our society.
David is a truly good human and he wants all of us to feel good about
ourselves, even though we might not live up to society’s views on beauty
or sexiness or whatever.
* please note that I have nothing against Jennifer Lawrence - I just use this as an example to prove my point.
I’ve been worried, sad, angry, without sleep and crying…. it’s been so hard, but If I need to smile for you, I’ll do it until you’re back with us again, you promised to us, remember? I just want you be at home with the people you love, I just want you back, even if you’re not on the stage anymore, I just want you back happy and healthy doing the things you love…. I love you.