“The reason the Grand Line is called the ‘Pirates’ Graveyard’, is because of the Three Great Powers that rule over it. One of them, is the Ōka Shichibukai. They’re seven Pirate Warlords that are officially authorized by the World Government. The Shichibukai inhabit wild regions of the seas and as long as they give a cut of their loot obtained from marauding & pillaging, the World Government sanctions their actions. Other pirates may look down on them and call them ‘Government Dogs’, but they’re among the strongest the Grand Line has to offer!!”
Thus ends my journey with the Shichibukai. It was fun & arduous while it lasted and I had a hell of a great time re-reading some of the most epic and sad moments in One Piece. I’ve compiled all the gifs into a short video in the order of the manga’s storyline, so enjoy this final treat me buckos! Oda has given us so many fantastic characters & memories it’s hard to wait a week for each chapter but it is always worth the wait. I can’t wait to see what else the sensei has in store for us!!
james potter: tired eyes. soft smile. will have coffee at any time of day, during any season. likes the sunshine and light warmth. wears button up shirts with the first two buttons unbuttoned. sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
spinning a muggle pen between his fingers when he’s lost in thought. neatly clipped fingernails. always has a packet of mints on him. says the word “fuck” a lot. doodles on the corner of his class notes. likes to jog alone to clear his mind.
sirius black: hard shell but a soft heart. somehow always has a scar. owns six pairs of leather jackets. carries food with him everywhere he goes. loud laughter. never has extra parchment with him. textbooks are filled with underlines and circles. says “fuckin’ hell” a lot. shirt half tucked in. always wears the same pair of combat boots. will punch anyone to defend his friends. his first tattoo was of a lion on his shoulder blade.
remus lupin: a smile that often doesn’t reach his eyes. bites his bottom lip a lot. shirt tucked in. sometimes wrinkled, sometimes pressed. textbooks are filled with four different colored highlights. bites down on the highlighter cap and pulls the marker out. drinks a lot of water. sweater is worn out but he wears it anyway. mutters “shit” under his breath a lot. gentle laugh. subconsciously cracks his knuckles. likes to sit by the fire.
peter pettigrew: full of energy. chuckles a lot at other people’s jokes, even if he doesn’t understand them. finger taps on tables when he is bored. subconsciously chews on his fingernails. loves rainstorms. reads a new novel every week. often wearing slippers. doesn’t like too attention on him. walks around the lake alone. always getting late night snacks. doesn’t like to swear. carries a small packet of tissues with him.
Before I remake this blog, I got to get one thing off my chest. Appreciate and interact with original characters. Yeah, I know there are douchebag OCs who are overpowered or only want romantic ships, etc.. BUT DON’T LABEL THE MAJORITY BY THE MINORITY. Especially, if it’s a person you know who has a canon muse and is a nice mun. They aren’t going to change into a completely mean person just because they have an original character.
As a person with quite a few original characters, lemme tell you:
It takes time to get their personalities just right so they don’t come off as a mary sue/gary stu
If you have a female OC, good luck getting interactions because it’s 4x as hard for them [us]
It takes time to get a faceclaim that works just right OR if you draw your characters you will be forever in icon hell.
And once you get that faceclaim. The manga/comic/anime caps can take DAYS if you are doing them by hand. Then you have to resize them, color them, put overlays on theM.
A LOT of times your faceclaim doesn’t have renders so you gotta do that yourself and design a flipping background for a container so you look “cool” because some reason you will be overlooked just because you don’t have it [WHICH SHOULD CHANGE!]
Backstory. Backstory. Backstory. It takes days of research to come up with this stuff and if you are building a world…holy guacamole. Some people draw maps, do languages, and even draw EVERYTHING.
And you know what? MOST OF THE TIME PEOPLE DON’T EVEN READ YOUR SHIT. LIKE ALL THAT RESEARCH AND DEDICATION DOWN THE DRAIN.
So. PLEASE. Respect original characters. Try interacting with them. If you’ve had a bad experience, I understand. But if it’s a person you’ve interacted with before [as in canon muses] then please try to interact with their OCs at least. Maybe expand your horizons after. Trust me there are so many fun OCs out there with the sweetest muns who deserve love and respect.
Dex hated that voice. It was a voice he
hadn’t heard come out of his mouth in a long time, since before him
and Nursey got married, before they graduated, before he started
seeing a therapist. It was a voice that said, ’a no would break me’
underneath the real words of his question.
It was how he used to ask for hugs, and
how he asked, three months into their fuck-buddy relationship, for
Nusey to please stay the night, just once, nobody ever stays.
gave him a long, appraising look, but Dex knew he wouldn’t ask why,
all of a sudden, Dex sounded so unsure of himself. Just like Dex
knew, eventually, he’d tell Nursey why something so silly as a
headboard was so important to him.
gave a small smile instead, kissed Dex’s cheek, and said, “That’s
got out of their truck, a purchase that Nursey made without Dex
because he knew his husband could never justify the price to himself,
even though they could afford it a hundred times over. Between Dex’s
NHL salary and Nursey and Lardo’s line of children’s books, there
wasn’t really anything they couldn’t afford.
is why Dex hated how small and broken his voice sounded when he asked
if they could buy a headboard.
the new contract Dex signed, finally featuring a no trade clause,
they decided to buy a house. Nursey went all out; he spent weeks
touring places, picking out furniture, and giving Dex the silent
treatment (apparently ‘whatever you want’ isn’t the right answer).
The only thing left was a new mattress.
saved it specifically for a week when Dex didn’t have any scheduling
conflicts. He tried to tell Nursey that it was fine, he could go
ahead and buy one without Dex there, but he refused, insisting that a
mattress was an individual experience, both of them had to agree.
both knew that, in the end, Dex wouldn’t have an opinion. A bed was a
bed to him, and any bed was better than no bed. It felt nice to have
a full day with his husband, though.
stood in front of a huge mattress store, and for some reason, Dex
felt uncertain. There was something about this, buying a bed, that
made everything real to him. He was an adult. He was well off
financially. And he was about to walk into a store hand in hand with
his husband. And he was happy.
wasn’t the angry kid from Maine, anymore.
saleswoman nearly a foot shorter than the couple (call me
Cici!) dragged them all over the
store, practically pushing them down on mattresses and asking about
their firmness. She asked about hteir opinon on memory foam versus
tempurpedic, about fabrics and springs and coils and all sorts of
questions Nursey has answers for that Dex can’t make heads or tails
He zones out a bit, but jumps
back into the conversation when the topic of temperature comes up
(so, are you two warm blooded or do you use a lot of
blankets at night?). He had no
idea that they made some mattresses cooler than others, but yes they
wanted to try those out, because his husband is a furnace and the
three stupid cats Nursey snuck home were like little fuzzy ovens.
So, they go to the other side of
the store and try out hybrids (of what, Dex really couldn’t say).
Without even trying it out, Nursey pointed at one of the set-ups and
declared, “it’s going to be this one.” Dex had to admit that it
was pretty comfortable. He didn’t feel like he was sinking into the
mattress, which was nice.
Nursey clamored on top, cuddling
into Dex’s side with a smug grin. “Told you it was this one.”
Still grinning, Nursey asked
Cici, “Can you show us some headboard options?”
an entire room of them. Bed frames and headboards and footboards. Big
quilted ones that Dex thought would go great in his baby sister’s
princess room, studded leather ones, wrought iron frames that looked
a little too bondage for Dex’s comfort.
Dex wasn’t sure what his face was
doing, but Cici told them quietly that she would give them a few
minutes to look around, even though she had been attached at to their
side for the hour they had been in the store.
They wandered around, looking at
all the choices. Dex knew he held Nursey’s hand a little too hard,
but Nursey didn’t say anything. He let Dex take the lead, inputting
his opinion but never tryng to influence Dex, never pushing him to
talk about it.
They made two circuits of the room before
stopping (for the second time) in front of a simple padded headboard.
It wasn’t anything fancy, just smooth, cream colored fabric. Dex ran
a finger over the display. It was softer than it looked.
“I don’t understand headboards.
Or footboards. They’re totally pointless.”
In the past, that
may have been an invitation for Nursey to chirp Dex, to ask what the
hell they were doing buying one if Dex thought it was pointless. But
after so many years together, Nursey knew Dex needed to talk it out,
not have a conversation.
“Did you know that before I went to
Samwell, I never slept in a real bed?”
Dex never took his eyes off the headboard. “For a
while I had a matress thrown on the floor in me and Adam’s room, but
then I gave it to Hannah and I started sleeping on some sleeping bags
on the floor. I told myself it was like camping. Even when I imagined
my house, I never imagined a having a real bed. What’s the piont of
buying something that’s totally pointless? It’s just a waste of
Nursey ran a warm hand up and down Dex’s back. Dex
rarely talked about his childhood. It was one of the only things they
still faught about sometimes: Nursey taking their money for granted
and Dex not being able to accept that he can spend money when he
“But we can buy this. We can buy something that’s
totally pointless, just because I want it.”
It wouldn’t match the room, even
a little bit. The whole house was stark greys and bright whites,
accents of bright colors. The cream fabric would stick out like a
sore thumb. It was meant for a softer house. There was something about
it that Dex like, though. He couldn’t put his finger on what,
exactly, but he loved it.
“What do you think?”
Nursey didn’t bother to look away
from Dex when he answered. “I think it’s great, babe. It’ll look
good in the bedroom.”
Dex gave him a hard look.
“Okay, no. but if you like it, then I couldn’t
And just like that,they bought it. And later
that night, in their brand new bed, in their house (their
house, not a house they were renting), Dex slept better than he could
ever remember sleeping.
“If you want me to keep on doing what it is I do, we’re going to have to trust each other. Right now, Angela, I do not trust you. So I’m going to ask you one more time.Why, exactly are you doing all of this?”
Summary:Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.
Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.
a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Voice thick with irritation,
spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin
cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you
up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of
coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.
You weren’t exactly sure how you
managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small
of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold
pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s
heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as
you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which
hadn’t been very much to begin with.
Your mental health comes before anything else, always. Before school, before work, before a night out with friends. If
it’s midnight, and you have an exam the next day, but your hands have
been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not so sure you
want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and
afterwards, go the fuck to bed. If you’re mentally exhausted and dreading going out with friends, cancel, draw yourself a bath and take the night for yourself. If work is getting to be to much, call in and take a few days to collect yourself. I have this rule, if life is getting a little too hard to handle, take the next 24 hours to do whatever the fuck you want to do. If you want to treat yourself to lunch, do it. At the end of the day you’re all you’ve got. Take care of yourself and to hell with anyone who tells you