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If you don't know what to start with:

Just how many times do you want me to reblog this?

And does it have to be strictly One Piece?

It does not have to be strictly One Piece no xD

Any OCs =3

Even the ones I cannot smooch ^_^

Seconding the tags. Lovely poetry

look, yes, of course a pond will kill you. A little-L lake will kill you, if you are careless enough, but they are lazy things, pitcher plant predators, and they do not hunger. The Great Lakes remember when they were the blistering endless winter and the slow crush of ice reshaping the land. They remember the implacable starvation of an unbreaking cold across the continent, and they carry that ancient ice water in their bellies, hungry still. Lake Superior wears her winter boldly, and she will wrench frigid breath from your lungs in the heat of August and pull you, unrotting, to her depths. Huron beckons you further and further from shore with such a gentle slope, so easy, until you are finally chest-deep in the water but you cannot see the shore anymore, only the endless expanse of her. Erie sends her fogs like snowfall, whiteout blizzards, blinding you to her rocky shallow basin, reaching up to claw the belly of boats. Lake Michigan pretends, charming, a child's ocean, and her longshore tides creep along her beaches and tear away anyone foolish enough to believe the clear blue lie of her docility, most lethal of all.

Ontario is no business of mine.

Here, in order of appearance: Superior, Huron, Michigan and Erie.

The Great Lakes aren't haunted. No matter what anyone says, the Lakes aren't haunted. They are the memory-eaters, the old dark painted over with charming blue, and what sinks does not rise, not even the dead. When the Lake raises goosebumps, it isn't the bodies in the depths. It's just the Lake, reminding you that you are mostly water and water calls to its own.

The oceans, the old saltwater womb, warn you with every breaker that they are dangerous. The oceans never let you forget that you crawled from their hold, with your saltwater veins, but not all of your ancestors did, and there are things beneath the ocean tides, waiting with teeth to spill the blood you stole. The oceans with their shawls of hurricanes, their steady beating, make it impossible to forget the threat of them.

But the Great Lakes? The Lakes will lie to you. The Lakes will not gift you the buoyancy of saltwater, will tempt you with still surfaces and cool drinkable freshwater. The Lakes will promise that there is nothing with teeth waiting below, as though the Lake itself is not the maw of something hungry. The Lakes are new to the world, in the scale of epochs, and they play games. They lap at your knees like they are tamed, but if you swim long enough there will be a moment where the Lake throws you sideways, pulls you under, and you remember that this is a wild thing, with teeth of ice and nothing but water in its belly. They hold the last breath of every foolish swimmer that lowered their guard for a second too long, and the carcasses of centuries of shipwrecks, and they do not surrender what they take. No, the Lakes are not haunted. The Lakes are not cursed. There is no monster waiting in the depths, only the depths themselves, and that is enough.

They say that freshwater doesn't lay quiet in its bed until it's had its measure of blood, and the Great Lakes are thrashing at their shorelines.

Oh, my darlings, bodies and shipwrecks and memories are not the only things the Great Lakes devour--seasons, too, the Lakes cling to. All summer long the Lakes hold tight to the chill of winter, scattering cool breezes off their shoulders onto the coast. All summer long the Lakes hoard heat, storing it down in the deep thermal reservoir of fresh water, the golden heart of sunlight tucked away for the dark winter months. All summer long the Lakes steal warmth from the air and store it away, and when the sharp northern winds bring winter, the Lakes breathe out the last ghost of summer and fling themselves skyward. When the air is freezing, the Lakes have held fast the deep battery of summer, and the warm memory of July evaporates from the water and crystallizes in the atmosphere as January snow. All summer long the Lakes trade in winter winds, and all winter they shake out the white storm coat of summer.

Aw heck I missed Eddie Fitz Day...

So here’s a different fun fact for you: the steel-skinned Lakers, the great cargo ships that haul iron from the shores of Superior and beyond—many of them are old, as ships go. An ocean-going cargo ship has a working life of fifteen years; thirty if the salt does not bite too deeply. But the Great Lakes keep what they take, and what they take endures. Those who are not local to the area may not know that there is a massive industrial shipping route leading from the Great Lakes east to the Atlantic, and west to the Mississippi. Mostly these cargo ships--limited in size to only a little more than 1000 feet due to the length capacity of the Soo Locks on the St. Mary River, the gate from Lake Superior to Huron--carry raw materials. Iron, from the deep veins of the Mesabi Iron Range; taconite; powdered cement, limestone and salt and grain. The Lakers, hollow bellied, carry their burdens for decades. Many Lakers serve for eighty or more years; The SS Medusa Challenger, launched in 1906; converted into a barge in 2014 and renamed the St. Mary's Challenger, still carries cement a hundred and seventeen years after her first launch. The oldest of the Lakers in service today, the SS Alpena, was launched in the 1942, and still carries faithfully.

And if you like to watch the big boats go by, then here's the Sault Ste Marie webcams.

The delightful musical _A Little Night Music_ explains that people in the northern latitudes of Sweden are Weird, because living in a place where it never gets fully dark in summer or fully light in winter does things to your brain. What I'm saying is, we could use a musical about what living near the Great Lakes does to people. I'm just not sure if OP should be the lyricist, the main character, or both.

Growing up by the Great Lakes and the delight of Lake Effect Snow is what I miss, but what this post reminds me of is the camping.

The curve of September and the decision to go swimming when it's barely 70 outside. The way that 70 was so much warmer than -20 and so you went to the beach and you swam in the lake.

But the beach was made of rounded stones, generations away from being sand, and someone's foot would slip and off they'd go to the hospital, and you'd hope it was a sprain and not a break. And the Lake would turn your lips blue because the summer wasn't long enough, or strong enough, to warm the deep waters, and the curve of September was all it took for the deep cold to come back up.

But 70 was warm, and there was no sand for castles, but you could still bury the unruly ones in it.

i wish ao3 had a shuffle feature for all the fics in my 'saved for later' like pleeeease take the decision out of my hands

#it literally does tho#on the home page it'll show a couple and be like 'is it later now?' - @frodo-of-the-nine-fingers

It does?!

HOLY SHIT IT DOES

Happy Birthday AO3, the gift that never stops giving

(speedpaint) tacky sexy-lady-big-cat

Anniversary Event Heads Up

To celebrate 2 years on tumblr I wanted to do something fun, probably smutty, and easily divisible into two parts. With a nice two theme all the way through

So here's how it goes - for the first 2 weeks of January 2025, there'll be Smash or Pass polls posted of 14 different One Piece character sets.

I pick the characters - you decide smash or pass.

No nuance in the *voting*, but you can plead your case in the tags, or even reblog with proper propaganda.

From 1/14-/31 I'll post short stories based on the polls themselves.

Lewd, funny, sweet, dark - you won't know what you'll get until you get it, but know that your propaganda Might Just Effect the outcome for the story, whether it gets you what you wanted on the poll or not.

The 14 sets up for vote will be:

Marco/Rayleigh Eustass Kid/Killer Sabo/Marco Sir Crocodile/Buggy Thatch/Izou Zoro/Law Penguin/Shachi Teach/Doflamingo Ace/Marco Doflamingo/Crocodile Heat/Wire Barto/Robin The Four Division Commanders Kaku/Sabo

Bonus:

yandere/dubcon bonus story for whichever pair gets the most votes (regardless of if smash or pass is the result)

Remember, polls go live 1.1.2025 - Enjoy your November, and I'm doing FuckNoWriMo this December, so I may be less active on here while I'm writing.

I want to clarify since I'm getting the sense some folks are confused - these aren't like sets that are going up against each other.

You'll be voting to smash Marco AND Rayleigh - not Marco OR Rayleigh.

The theme might be about 2, but these are gonna some threesome style stories - well, and one fivesome >.> but still - all the voting will decide is what kind of story gets written.

One where you've opted to smash, or pass 😇

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This is so humiliating. Get out

I am a sadist before I am a masochist. I promise

Pssst

Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?

Come here... I got a secret for you pssst come ‘ere

waiting in deep suspense

Psst you ready here comes the secret

Here it comes

I am also very curious about this secret

Your time spent enjoying the creative process is infinitely more valuable that any final project you create. So stop putting yourself down for never finishing or posting those WIPs because every moment you spent creating something you loved is a moment not wasted. Your progress and talent is measured by your passion not your number of posts.

This post went from 3k to 7k overnight and that just goes to show how many of you need to hear this so make sure you don’t ever forget it

Following the author of The Last Unicorn on Facebook is the only thing that makes being on that site worthwhile.

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#all i know about the last unicorn is that alex hirsch hates this film#because the unicorn is a spoiled little bitch that never thanks the wizard for doing anything to help her

???????????????????????? is this true? because....she very much does thank him at the end of the movie

it’s in the gravity falls directors commentaries, and I trust his take

thank him while he’s busting his ass for you and you sit there complaining goddamnit

Well you shouldn't, you should watch it for yourself before disparaging it because she literally does thank the wizard in the end.

The ONLY reason the wizard is traveling with the unicorn in the first place is because they escaped a witch together, and she asked what he wanted as a thank you for saving her and he requested to travel with her. She says she wishes he had asked for something else, but she lets him go with her. She literally thanks him the way he asked to be thanked.

And when the red bull is chasing her down, he turns her into a human (in the book, she was HORRIFIED to find out another wizard had done this to another unicorn, and he did it to her later anyway). She doesn't want to be human. She didn't ask him to turn her into a human. She doesn't LIKE being a human, because it fundamentally changes who she is and she begins to lose her sense of self entirely because of it. All against her will. All of it without asking. And he acts the entire time as if he's really outdone himself on how awesome he is for doing it.

And STILL at the end, when she has returned to being a unicorn, she thanks him AGAIN for saving her, and tells him that she's still not who she was before, but she thanks him for that, too.

So whatever Alex Hirsch was watching wasn't the same movie as what was on the screen, if he's saying Amalthea didn't thank Schmendrick. And even if she hadn't, she's not human. Her people don't do anything the same as humans, including gratitude. It would show a real lack of understanding to judge an immortal, unfeeling creature by human standards, during the worst time of her very, very long life.