Damn...
I just had this thought
Does Dust ever get flashbacks about the human/player from his au whenever Killer is fighting or is generally acting more like a player than a monster like the rest of them?
Does he hate Killer because of it? Some general dislike? Discomfort, disgust that someone has fused souls with someone more monstrous than an actual monster?
Srsly I gotta see that like. I was thinking abt that one post talking abt how Killer disassociates and views everyone as npc's with repeating habits and dialog ever since he got to see the perspective of the player. And just saw the new Xtha song Eye to Eye. And thought of this
I feel a little less of a reader when I can't understand big words 😞
stop using big words in fics i’m a dummy
Fatherhood was a phase unwelcome in the Great Destroyer's endless life. The mere concept of fatherhood clashes with all that he is. He is a destroyer, devoid of any tender and loving feelings, the very things that make up fatherhood.
Fatherhood is a new phase in his life—if not the only new phase in his life apart from being once the hailed Herald of Change and now the feared usurper—the Great Destroyer.
The woman he met once upon time, the woman who sought his knowledge, was barely to be found. She was still present, however, she had matured. All because of this little spawn that belonged to none other than him.
However, despite having matured, it was clear she, too, struggled with motherhood having stepped so suddenly into her life. An invasion initially unwelcome but now... unsure.
Both parents struggled with what is now presented before them. Something which they must (forcefully) accept and it seems as if the mother has taken that first step forward. Whether Burning Spice truly wishes to do so or not, remains to be seen. However, should he not, it comes at the price of his little lamb.
I got bored and did something.
That panel of Sans realising has the potential to be a meme
frisk is just a fucking baby. and everyone just monologues at them
Rah, my childhood
hug
So, I very recently got into One Piece for the third time because of the Donquixote brothers.
However.
The man they call Sir Crocodile has taken over in a mere day, and now, he's all I can think about to the point of wanting to write a VERY self-indulgent fic that is VERY spicy.
Help me.
If it's one thing I dislike about Wings of Eternity, it's how Golden Cheese half-realised/realised late why Burning Spice is the way he which led up to the mass mischaracterisation within the fandom.
Burning Spice is not evil just because he grew bored. Burning Spice is evil because the process of watching the things he protected be born, live, and die over and over again. He grew tired, depressed, and despaired at the sight of his creations, his children dying while he is cursed with immortality, being forced to watch each and every one of them wither away without being able to do a single thing about it.
I understand why he went mad.
Just... wow.
If you write for him, could I ask for Sir Crocodile who is absolutely WHIPPED for reader? I loveee when he’s portrayed as a hopeless romantic for his partner and it’s even better when reader is the same way towards him ♡ sort of like Mortica and Gomez ^^ (I’m not normal about him I’m sorry LMAOWJDB)
苦⠀⠀⠀℘𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌⠀𝐞⠀⸺⠀𝒮ilenci̲o̲s⠀⠀٫
Pairings. Sir crocodile x fem!reader
summary. Whipped
— (a/n): i am so so super excited for that request, in fact I was waiting for crocodile for so long but got no idea.
⠀⠀ ⠀ ︵‿⭒ ⠻ ❀ ⠟
— He is devoted, not desperate.
Crocodile does not chase love—he does not stumble over himself to prove his worth, nor does he fall into the reckless behaviors of men who do not understand the meaning of control. He is not a man ruled by whims, yet when it comes to you, something inside him changes. He does not worship as poets or fools do; rather, he loves you as a man who fully understands what he owns. His love is deliberate, a silent force that weaves itself into your life without request, without question. He is not a beggar at the altar of your love—he is the altar itself, the ground upon which your love is built. His devotion is not a weakness; it is a law—unspoken, absolute, and completely unbreakable.
— Actions over words.
Crocodile is not a man who speaks in vain, nor does he waste his time on great declarations. Words are cheap. He has been a man of power for a very long time to believe in beautiful phrases and fleeting emotions. What he truly believes in is consistency. A gloved hand touching yours—not by accident, but because he wants to feel your presence. The way he ensures you walk on the safe side of the street, a silent habit that has become part of his nature. He watches over you not because he doubts your strength, but because the idea of something happening to you is not a possibility he can accept. Loyalty is not something he gives easily. But you? You hold his loyalty in a way no one else does, and even if he never says it out loud, you will know. You will always know.
— He indulges you—but only you.
Crocodile has no patience for fools. His subordinates know well not to waste his time, and he rarely engages in unnecessary conversations. But with you? His attention is yours alone. It does not matter if you are talking about something important or simply enjoying the sound of your own voice—he listens. He listens in a way that seems indifferent, reclining with a cigar in hand, occasionally letting out a hum or a low chuckle, but he does not miss a thing. He notices every change in your tone, every glance, every small smile that tugs at your lips. And when you turn to him expecting a reaction, he meets your gaze with that same knowing look—because of course he was listening. He remembers details no one else notices and indulges your whims in ways that are so subtle yet so profound that you do not realize how much he spoils you until you think about it.
— The little things he does to take care of you.
If you fight, your weapons are always in perfect condition—not because you asked, but because he made sure of it. There is no spectacle in the way he takes care of you, no unnecessary words or dramatic displays. He simply does. If you forget to eat, he will not scold or argue with you—he will place a plate in front of you, and he will not take no for an answer. If you are hurt, the entire world stops until it is taken care of. His hands—so accustomed to violence—become incredibly gentle when they touch you, his gloved fingers lifting your chin to examine even the smallest wounds. He does not make a fuss, does not overreact, but the tight set of his jaw says everything. His concern is silent but suffocating, woven into the very fabric of your life.
And if someone was the cause of your pain? That is an entirely different matter.
— His temper is controlled, but his rage is not.
Crocodile is not a man who acts on reckless emotion. He does not explode, does not waste his energy on unnecessary outbursts. His anger is quiet, cold, and patient. One glance from him can freeze a man where he stands, and a slow drag of his cigar is the only sign that he is deciding how to handle the situation. If someone hurts you—physically or emotionally—they will not know the moment they sealed their fate. There will be no warning. No second chances.
— He does not threaten. He does not need to.
Instead, things simply happen. Business partners disappear. “Accidents” occur. A man who dared to speak ill of you suddenly finds himself without allies, his empire crumbling beneath him. Revenge for him is easy, simple, effortless. He does not just remove problems—he erases them from existence as if they were never worth acknowledging in the first place.
And you? You do not even need to ask. By the time you mention the offense, it has already been dealt with.
— When he expresses his affection, it is with purpose.
Crocodile is not a man who wastes words. He does not say things he does not mean, and he certainly does not indulge in flowery phrases. But when he speaks to you, when his words are slow and measured, laced with something meant only for you—they carry weight.
“You are the only one who matters.”
Said in the dead of night, when the world is silent and his walls are at their lowest. His voice is rough, weary, but certain.
“I do not trust easily. You know that.”
A simple sentence, but the meaning behind it is undeniable.
And when he says “I love you”—on the rare occasions he does—it is never empty. Never casual. It is a statement, a fact, as unshakable as the empire he has built.
— He lets you in—truly in.
No one sees him as you do. No one sees past the Warlord, the businessman, the criminal. No one else knows what his silence truly means, what lingers behind those sharp amber eyes when no one else is looking. He is a man who does not trust, a man who has built his entire life on control, on keeping people at a distance.
— But you? You are different.
You see the rare moments when he is unguarded, when his head tilts back, eyes closed, exhaling a long breath as the tension drains from his body. When his hand—always gloved, always composed—finds its way to your waist, gripping just enough to remind himself that you are real. When he allows himself to sleep beside you, something he never does unless he is completely at ease.
To the world, he is untouchable. But to you? He is simply yours.
ATTENTION ALL SOLYGBM FANS.
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Solo Leveling, Black Clover, Castlevania, JuJustu Kaisen, Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack On Titan), One Piece.
Bendy series, Cookie Run: Kingdom, Mortal Kombat, Mouthwashing, Five Nights at Freddy's, Street Fighter, Sonic The Hedgehog.
Justice League Unlimited, Justice League Doom, Aquaman, The Batman '04, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Due to being only recently released, the list is heavily subjective to change.
Bendy games used: BATIM, BATDR, Lone Wolf (Boris and the Dark Survival), The Cage (not yet released), Secrets of the Machine (on hold).
Only the anime adapted parts of JJBA shall be used.
Black Clover, Solo Leveling, and One Piece will not have any manga/manhwa spoilers. (I must specify that I have not yet reached episode 100 for BC & OP and won't be for a while, and have finished season 2 of SL)
Only Netflix's adaptation of Castlevania will be used as I have not played/seen the games.
FNaF variants used: 4, Sister Location, FNAF World, Security Breach.
Sonic variants used: Adventure, Lost World, Generations (excluding x shadow), Unleashed, X, Boom (show), Dash, Advance series, films.
Street Fighter variants used: The games (2: special champion edition, the New Challengers, alpha 3 max, 4, V, 6, Canonspike -> purely for Vega) , SF2 film, SF4 film.
TMNT variants used: Tournament Fighters, '03, '12, the films ('14 & '16).
Characters from only mk 1, 2, x Justice League, 9, X, 11, and 1 shall be used. (Mortal Kombat 1 shall be heavily limited due to my personal gripes with it)
Graphics -> pink 1, pink 2
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