One Pieceワンピース [Alabasta Saga] : Shichibukai Sir Crocodile “Mr. 0″ vs Captain “Straw Hat” Luffy
“This world is full of peace-loving fools like Vivi. Easy for someone who’s never been in a real battle. Don’t you agree? You’re an incorrigible fool, boy! You’d give your life to help some stranger you’ve just befriended. I’ve deserted dozens of fools like you!!”
The Alabasta Saga felt like the longest segment ever but it was not without its merits. Baroque Works was unique and the members were edgy & mysterious. Daz Bones “Mr. 01″ & Miss Goldenweek were amongst my favorites but ofc the best member was Bentham, alias “Mr. 02″ Bon Clay! Let’s not forget this was also the saga we first met our beloved Portgas D. Ace! :’-) Crocodile really set the tone for the Shichibukai and what kind of pirates we could expect the crew to meet in the New World. I’d say he was the first villain I wasn’t entirely sure Luffy would triumph against (and Luffy did lose like twice if my memory is correct). Other golden eggs this saga gave us were Zoro vs Daz Bones, Sanji as Mr. Prince, and Nico Robin joining the Straw Hat Pirates!
So the second I saw this, I thought about one of the first stories I ever wrote on here called She’ll Be Back. It was my first real try and angst, part of @whispersandwhiskerburn challenge, and I feel like this gif goes along perfectly with it.
Holding your body wasn’t given a second thought. In fact, Dean refused to let you leave his arms. He knew the second he had to set you down, he would break. He would become a mess of tears, agonized screams, and a rage so potent would consume him. He wasn’t sure he was ready for that, he wasn’t ready to let you go in any sense of the word.
Cas thankfully had sent them back to the bunker with a simple touch. Neither Winchester was in the frame of mind to drive. Sam had finally stopped crying, but his face was void of any emotion now. Dean wasn’t sure which he preferred. Nothing about this situation was okay. If Crowley couldn’t bring her back then he knew all hope was lost, and Dean couldn’t accept that.
Walking into your shared room, his arms began to shake from the exhertion of holding your limp form. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew he’d have to set you down, which he did as gently as possible across your mattress. If it wasn’t for the blood soaked clothes and marks covering your body, he would think you were just asleep. Looking around your room he noticed your lotion sitting uncapped on top of the dresser, your dirty clothes sitting in a pile next to the hamper, and a half drunk cup of coffee on your nightstand next to a picture of the two of you. All of these things would normally drive him crazy, but he’s finding he couldn’t live without your annoying habits.
Taking a deep breath he looked at you once again, his bottom lip quivering as he let out the breath in a shaky rush. His eyes filled with tears rapidly, his hands clenching and pulling on the bottom of his jacket with a strength he was surprised he had in this moment.
Summary: Negan flirts with you repeatedly. But never asked you to be his wife, until now.
Also, thank you for 500 followers!!❤️
Negan x Reader
“Well, hello Y/N” you could hear the smug voice of negan directly behind you. You rolled your eyes without him noticing. You were in the sanctuary canteen collecting your food. “Y/N…” he whispered your name like a lullaby into your ear. “Why isn’t my lovely lady speaking?” Your eyes rolled so far back into your head, you thought you lost them.
“I’m not ‘your’ lady” you turned and was shocked to see how close he was to you. He grinned loving how annoyed you were, you knew he loved winding you up.
“Keep your sexy knickers on!” he raised his eyebrows and all his men laughed.
“Like you’ve ever seen or will see my knickers.” You made sure his men heard, and they did. They roared with laughter as you took your food and stormed out. Negan gave them a death glare and they immediately stopped.
Thank you every one who’s ever interacted from the first gif set to this one. It’s difficult to calculate, but in total this blog was given over 500,000 notes in the year or so of active content creation, hitting a record high of 100,000 in a single month (most of the total are in the first year which was at least 90% of the techtonic activity)
Jealous | Jean Kirstein One-Shot by imagineverything-anything
Who: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader
Summary: Jean catches you and Eren hanging out, resulting things getting a little steamy.
Word Count: 775
Warnings(s): Language, slightly mature themes
Note(s): This was my first ever one-shot, so please excuse mistakes and amateur writing.
“Come on Jean, you know it meant nothing! It was just two friends hanging out!” You desperately cried to your enraged boyfriend.
You and Eren had been hanging out – just the two of you – at a local fair that they had every year. It was a pretty trashy fair; one of those cheap ones they only have set up for a week tops. It only had three rides, and all of them looked absolutely not safe. So, being the chicken you were, you had dragged Eren out of the non-safe trashy fair and to a small café. Both of you were laughing and having fun that you hadn’t even noticed he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders. And just as you were having fun, you had ran into Jean at the small café who was hanging out with Marco at the time, and that had caused all the fun to come to an unexpected stop.
“He had his arm around you [Name]! How is that ‘just friends’?!” Jean shouted at you, causing you to flinch at his harsh tone.
didn’t know who was more excited about today, your five year old daughter or
your husband. It was Easter and you’d decided to take your daughter to a fun
Easter egg hunt and Andy decided to tag along when he heard about free
and Andy sat with the other parents watching your daughter run around the small
wooded area with a cute little pink basket which still had no eggs in. Your
daughter was smaller than the other kids and some of the eggs had been put
quite high in your opinion.
scowling love or you’ll get wrinkles, what’s wrong?”
stroked your hand across the table and you sighed.
of the eggs have been put high and our little girl can’t reach them which is
then we’ll have to do something about that then y/n.”
were confused as to what Andy meant but before you could question him your
daughter came running up to you with an empty basket and a pout on her
daddy, I can’t get any eggs and the other kids laugh at me.”
was the spitting image of Andy right down to his blue eyes, the only feature of
yours she had was your long h/c hair that nearly reached her waist. Andy picked
her up and put her on his lap.
you like daddy to help you princess?”
please daddy. Mummy can he help me?”
couldn’t say no to two sets of bright blue eyes staring at you with puppy dog
he can angel, just make sure you get the most eggs then.”
high-fived my daughter after y/n gave us the all clear. I helped her off the
chair and took her small hand in mine, when y/n first announced she was
pregnant five years ago I was scared but then my little princess was born and
ever since then she was my world and I’d do anything to make her happy.
was right about some eggs being too high so I hoisted my daughter up and
allowed her to pick them while the other kids weren’t around.
you for helping me daddy, I wanted at least one egg and now I have more than
seeing her little face light up as she admired the eggs in her basket made my
heart melt. I crouched down so that I was in front of her and kissed her
forehead, I still had a good eight years before she hit those moody teenage
years and I stopped being her knight in shining armour.
make a good team princess, now how about we cash these eggs in and get some
she was definitely her mother’s daughter with her sweet tooth. I led her
towards the table where you handed in the eggs and got chocolate in return for
each egg in your basket. The middle aged woman smiled warmly at us as I lifted
my daughter so she could hand her basket over.
precious; you have a beautiful daughter sir.”
you, she’s my little princess.”
woman handed us ten Easter eggs because we had ten eggs in the basket, y/n was
going to be proud of us. As we made our way back over to y/n I noticed she wasn’t
alone, Ashley was here with his son as was Jake and the three of them were laughing
their heads off.
Ash and Jake, look at all the eggs daddy helped me get.”
down next to y/n and put our winnings on the table before leaning over and
kissing her while our daughter pestered her uncle’s.
you got lots of eggs Andy, you’re the best dad for helping her.”
you’re the best mum for not snitching me out to the people in charge.”
laughed and swatted me away. Our daughter was currently sat on Ashley’s lap
wearing his cowboy hat which was way too big for her.
you’re not turning my princess into a cowgirl.”
put his hands up in surrender.
can’t hurt a guy for trying; now how about you share all this chocolate?”
I could protest our daughter shut me down with a single look and handed her
Uncle Ashley one of the Easter eggs. Jake burst into laughter as did y/n.
Andy she’s definitely got her mums knack for shutting you down.”
shook my head and held y/n closer to me; this was the perfect way to spend our
Hey guys! I was recently asked to do a bellarke fic rec, and with Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day just around the corner (21st of August; go appreciate fanfic writers y’all!), I thought it was a good time to find my favourites.
I’m posting under the cut, because it got a bit long and I didn’t want to make your dashes annoying. I’ve tagged the writers whose tumblrs I know, and used some people’s names like I know them even if I don’t – let me know if you want me to remove any of that (or add a tumblr I don’t know). I’m giving little review/summaries and mostly just being amazed at all the awesome fics we have in this fandom.
So, anyway – Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!! This is me letting you know I appreciate you all a lot. Read these fics!!!! They’re great, and I encourage everyone to send writers (all that you like, not just these ones) love and kudos and comments to let them know you like their stuff.
okay so i did promise i would celebrate this milestone with a bang & so let’s begin the firework display!!! :) honestly though, i can’t believe what a year 2016 has been. so much has happened in the world, and to me in my own life. but really, the highlight (& this might sound lame but idc) is this site - during this year, i have met some people on here who i would probably give my life for. i have been allowed to just be me, weird and awkward, terrible and affectionate, over the top and silly, and somehow i have been loved for being this person. i’ve literally never felt that from a collective group of people before so… thank you. you will probably never understand how touched my soul is by this whole experience.
now, let’s cut to the chase. to celebrate this wonderful incredible achievement, i am hosting my first ever tumblr awards !!!!
Imagine Dean finding out about your abuse filled past, and the reason you self harm. Submitted by @fandom-queen-of-the-world Beta’d by @sdavid09 Warnings: mentions of self harm, abuse, depression
“Stop. Please, Dean. Just…” Your head collapsed into your hands, resigned to Dean’s forceful questioning of your past. You’d received a phone call from your Dad and it had sent you into a downward spiral, Dean had insisted you tell him what was wrong, he hadn’t stopped when you told him to back off. “I get it. Our Dad wasn’t the best either, and if he came back into our lives now I’d have a hard time -” Dean’s ignorance was too much, comparing his father to yours was ridiculous, you snapped. “Don’t you dare say your father was…” You choked on the rest of the sentence, “You have NO idea.” You screamed, pushing yourself off the bed and storming out of your room. “Then give me an idea.” He begged as he followed you. Sam had opened his bedroom door as you approached but quickly thought better and closed it, hiding away from the fight that was about to ensue. You headed straight for the kitchen and lifted yourself onto the bench, reefing open the cupboard and reaching into the back of the top shelf. This is where you kept the strong stuff. Whiskey was great to dull the senses, but to drown the memories you needed the Balkan Vodka. You hopped down from the bench and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Fuck it burnt, but not as much as the memories. Dean snatched the bottle away from your mouth. “Talk to me!” He growled, glancing over the 176 Proof label and frowning. “Ever wonder why I wear jeans and long sleeves, everywhere? Ever wonder why I lock myself in the bathroom? Ever wonder why I flinch when you or Sam yell? Why I try and avoid any kind of argument?” You spat between gritted teeth. Dean stayed silent, staring at you. Your nostrils started to quiver with the fury and depression that had set itself deep in your bones. Your hands gripped tight into fists, repressing the urge to find something sharp and relieve the tension. “My father beat my mother senseless, Dean.” With that first confession out in the air, the rest seemed to tumble out of you, “When Mom left, he beat us. He smacked me in the back of the head so hard, one time, I swear I heard my brain smack my skull.” Dean handed you back the vodka, it was like milk to a baby. “He left me terrified of men yelling, conflict…” The fantastic fuzz that came from a high percentage alcohol fogged your mind, clouding your judgement of when to stop speaking, and the last secret you held fell from your lips, “That’s why I cut myself.” You put the bottle back to your lips and let the liquid slip down your throat. “Son of a bitch.” Dean muttered, he actually looked upset, disappointed, as if he were feeling what you felt all those years ago. He stepped forward, his hands hovering over your arms, you’d frozen, watching him warily. He could see, now, that you were shaking, the air around you vibrating. “We are your family, Y/N. You understand?” His hands closed gently around your arms, pulling the bottle down from where it had paused. He took it and placed it on the bench, slowly circling his arms around you. “We need you. We would never- You are our family.”