#[Voyage of the Devil's Eye]

[daystarvoyage]

Hair representation matters in entertainment industry (including black people) Don’t ignore this.

Time to discuss People of color (POC)representation,

Why we need more Hairstyles, inspiration in media for culture.

It's time to debunk HERE I GO!!!

Hello To all the Lovely Stars & Space Voyagers, This is the Brown Sugar Queen Kyoko Cane Aka The Black Crystal Jem Of The Daystar Voyage, I am a Cosplayer, A Fabulous Blerd if you will who does Drag/perform, Making Creative content on platforms involving Family Entertainment Mostly with some variety in it.

I come to talk about something that's been buzzing in my mind about a topic needing to get debunked & spoken about, IS POC REPRESENTATION & HAIRSTYLES IN MEDIA.

GOD POC REP MATTERS IN MEDIA MATTERS ( STOP ACTING LIKE IT DOESNT)

As a black Person Growing Up Myself, It has been a beautiful journey road being a proud African American man coming out as genderqueer, I always Found Comfort & love In My own Skin & even my Hair of all textures, first time I saw the ever Strong lightning goddess storm in the xmen series on fox kids made a great impact in my life in the early days of the 80s & 90s along other favorite shows back then however,

POC representation in the Future of Anime & western animation even in today's media has been distorted Or even limited on how we as black people are drawn. from caricatures To Stereotypes, or to follow a certain trend to make a profit from viewers & fans be it from influencers & popular media or just to be made Fun Of & Mocked, do to make a profit out of our black origins & History.

Example black character such as Usopp One piece.

however there have been great anime that have made our features positive one is Sol Bianca and others

Pokemon, Michiko Hatchin, Naruto & Carole And Tuesday.

Just like In Real Life, We As black people come in so many textures and beautiful complexions as you see in all of animation, & black-owned magazines, such as essence and this one Called Jet in the 1920s through Now celebrating our great culture.

We As Blerds, Black Fans & Cosplayers should have good content in which we can express, & be uplifted by our skin Personality & meaning itself, No matter what background or environment to which we dress, or cosplay a character that's out of our skin tone.

we come so far to the point where we have great indie creators, cosplayers even compays from hair products blogs Manga & comic books.

I'm glad that we are coming into our own and doing better but there's still work to be done, on how Hollywood treats us, and until we see the next all-black piece of media that's when we make it

(Carole & Tuesday, afro samurai & Yusuke on netflix prime example)

NEXT SEGMENT

We need more Black Hairstyles in animation & we need it more than ever.

The Hair Style Topic, oh yes its no big surprise that hair controversy within media has sparked in outrage,or made in impact throughout, be it in and out of workplaces or in the entertainment industry, I do feel at times things could've been handled with care.

From what I've seen we have gotten 2 steps forward, 4 steps back situation of all the controversies coming from the killmonger haircut that's been sported, which is a limited stifled hairdo on how we are only presented and how our hair can be made into cause it's a following trend, Because this is not the only distinct hairsyle to have Iin animated media, A Half Cut Mop will Not do So Put some Soul Glo & Let It Grow.

NOW you may wonder why i decided to put this post of a Disney main character of afro Latina background, well Luz Noceda I feel has great growth coming out to her friends and chosen family, however doesn't change the fact they didn't do anything for her to show ethnic representation other than speak Spanish, Having to show that aggressive Spicy latina Archetype to a Degree, & have a black father mention in season 2, having given no origin story or closure.

throughout the show this showed has shown great lgbt representation even though at times flawed, in the relationship area. ( another topic for a video COmING SOON) however the owl house has fall flat on ethnic & hair representation, Gus is a great example of a character being sidelined a lot too.

for instance luz noceda has been stifled into nothing but that pokemon goh knockoff haircut,

even though there may have been open-minded viewers,who agree on luz hair being styled effectively, making many statements that hair shows so many emotions in animation, Down below

That all hair on poc characters is a good is how you pull it off, in the picture below there tons of great characters in many hairdos complementing them.

sometimes i wish luz character could have handled by poc staff, and have her own break out like the rest of the female characters, cause I kid you not, I met a lot of non-gender-conforming characters or people, who sport many hair designs. It infuriates me such a beautiful person Luz Batista find out the pilot that her character was somewhat sidelined due to the writing Problems & Shipping and I'm baffled how of course white staff members didn't do their research on Afro Latina her cause Luz is beautiful

Knowing other shows such as Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur Do an incredible job of Discussing on how black hair is powerful, magical & comes in many shapes and intricate designs if you know what your doing and I for one have a graceful mother who a beautician coming from her,

We are in an era where black people shouldn't exist or we arent amount to anything and I too had my fair share of my hair being talked about in a nasty way,

This concludes the story post of how black representation should matter support shows out of mainstream like indie projects, cause there paving the way also a video post of my channel and The owl house debunk series thanks.

Now this is has been another topic post , right now getting ready for my epic momocon outing meeting Disney creators, and everything animation, hope everyone has a good one and all the links on good hair and my video post is here below, Have a Have a Nice Cruise & Stay Shining.

[sins-of-the-sea]

-The Voyage of the Devil's Eye-

This is mostly a plotting aid for anyone who wishes to find the Devil's Eye and defeat the Master. Or however you want to do with the Eye yourself.

-To Start the Voyage-

You will need to find The Compass (La Brújula), once held in possession by the Montego Family from Manila, Philippines, though it is said there is no one left of St. Emilio's lineage after 1711.

If you are to go by the Main Story, the Compass will be located in Kingston, Jamaica.

Appearance-wise, this doesn't look any different from any other old rusted compass, though it lacks a face.

However, as this is no ordinary compass, as it will "track" whatever you ask for, no matter where it is in the world, no matter how far or far removed. With that said, it can't point to you the direction of something as vague as "my true love" or "the greatest wealth in the world"; it has to be something specific, such as "my missing car keys" or "my deadbeat father". Brújula won't HAVE to know what those keys look like or who that deadbeat father is; what matters is that the object being tracked is concrete and real.

Brújula is capable of moving her needle should the target move as well, so if one is searching for a living bounty, it is possible for her to change directions as the target is on the move.

Do note, however, as this is a compass, the object cannot talk, tell you the distance of the object tracked, nor give you directions via map or charts. You have to be on foot and follow where the needle points at all times.

From here, to find the Eye, you must find the Seven Keys of St. Emilio. Skipping this step will not allow you to get the Devil's Eye, though feel free to try. You'll regret it.

-Seven Seas, Seven Keys-

To properly get to the Devil's Eye, you will need to get the Seven Keys of St. Emilio. Without them, you will not be able to access the Eye itself.

Each Key has different 'steps' in reaching them, usually entailing the following:

Identifying the location in the globe first.

Entering the location and getting past guards, security, etc., if the place is a nationally guarded area.

Getting past the Keys' personal guardians, if applicable

Touching the case holding the Key, or the Key itself

Enter a pocket dimension which your muse must pass a trial. What kind of Trial? I ain't tellin you shit.

If you pass, the Key is yours to take and carry with you for the rest of the voyage.

If you fail, the Key will be untoucheable for you and you must rely on someone else to pass the Trial. Usually a buddy, partner, a Crewmate, etc.

Rinse and repeat six more times.

During this Voyage, your muse will be traveling in different parts of the world. In the Main Story, these include England, Rome, the Levant, China, and so forth. In the Modern Day or even Far Future AU, the locations can be up in the air and we can plot where they can be, if they are still split up at all by that point.

-Reaching the Devil's Eye-

Once you have the 7 Keys, you'll be able to reach the Devil's Eye, which in itself can be its own Trial (hence why you need the Keys). The Locker containing the Eye is a puzzle box in itself which requires solving in addition to needing the complete set to open.

And once you open the Locker, the Devil's Eye will be within your grasp.

What will you do with it? Keep it? Put it in a museum? Gift it to someone else? Replace your own Eye and use it? Purify it? Give it to the Master? Or destroy it once and for all?

It's imperative you make a decision and stick with it--the longer you keep the Eye in your grasp, the more you'll feel your own darkest desires, impulses, and vices rise up without any inhibition or moral fiber to temper it all down. While it doesn't literally "whisper" to you or force you to go 'My preeeecioooous', it can compel you do to things you'd never think you would. Intrusive thoughts become harder to escape. The idea of murdering someone for any reason at all starts to feel easier and easier to fulfill. And the worst part--you can gain your own powers to which no holy man, priest, or shaman can defeat.

Though be wary. The longer you hold onto the Eye and not destroy it, the closer the Master and his Seven Sins may come....

[sweetfwr]

WILD UNCHARTED WATER ˒˒ yjw

as the son of the nefarious pirate king, jungwon's sole duty is to capture you, the only daughter of the very royal family that threatens his livelihood and his home. however a few ship raids, late night ventures, and exchanges of hate (love?) letters later, it seems that you have captured him instead. body, mind, and soul.

or, once the pirate prince catches wind of your engagement, he’s perched on your window demanding an explanation.

pairing) pirate!jungwon x princess!reader

tags) fantasy au, forbidden love, enemies to lovers

wc) 2.7k

warnings) mentions of death and killing, reader & won are literally evil, making out

to say that your relationship with the pirate prince didn’t start in the healthiest of ways was a grave understatement.

before the clandestine correspondence, the whispered meetings in the shadows of the imperial palace, and his weekly and scandalously unauthorized visits to your rooms in the dead of night, there were flames. 

they engulfed your royal ship, swallowing the screams of your loyal crew as they burned alive, their charred remains scattering into the cold winds of the night. the air was thick with the stench of smoke and sea salt, drowning out everything except for the cackling of pirates as more and more stormed aboard the ship, all under the command of one man. and while the screams of agony broke your heart to pieces, you remained unbent and unbroken.

you refused to bow your head to the pirate prince, as he did to you. 

his eyes twinkled with mischief as he crouched before your kneeling form, your hands bound by thick rope behind your back as he brushed a stray hair out of your face with a gloved hand, face only inches away from yours. the firelight flicked over his features, casting him as the devil and your savior in the same breath. 

“your daddy would pay a pretty penny to have you back.” 

this man was no stranger, yang jungwon was the son of the pirate king—the very man who had made a name for himself as he robbed, slaughtered, and terrorized the citizens of your kingdom as he pleased. you should have known he’d send his pretty son after you on the voyage home from a diplomatic trip. and though you supposed he was quite sharp to have successfully planned and executed a raid on a royal ship… you were sharper. 

“you gonna hand me over, then?” you sneered, eyes never leaving his own, and you noted they were just about as dark as the night sky hanging over your heads. “sell me to whichever lord is the oldest and the ugliest to feed your fleet for a measly half a year before they’re back to starving again?”

he gave a humorless laugh. “smart girl, but not quite. why keep you alive to feed my crew for that measly half a year when i could serve your royal head on a platter to your father’s enemies for double the amount?” 

“a measly year, then.” you said nonchalantly, and his eyes darkened further than you thought possible. 

“choose your next words carefully.” 

paying no mind to his previous threats, you shifted uncaringly, straightening your back despite the ash filling your lungs and the blood staining your gown of silk. “clearly, the great pirate prince is ill aware of how much my head is worth spouting what i know.”

“and what’s that?” jungwon challenged you, raising a brow. 

“information,” you said simply, a glint in your eye that made even the stomach of the pirate prince churn. “names. wealthy, powerful names of hidden allies that would prefer to see you rise to the throne of the tideborn once the lard that sits on it is dead. they all sit on the table in my court.”

“you’ve got some nerve,” the pirate laughed mockingly, something telling you that you’d captured his full attention. “a royal hostage is negotiating terms while her ship burns and her men become fish food. who’s to say that i’m not loyal to my father?” 

you remained still, expression unwavering. “because you wouldn’t be standing here trying to impress your princess if you weren’t.” 

“i am not trying to impress you.”

“then why haven’t you slit my throat yet?” 

the silence that followed after said enough, and it was time for you to act now before you could no longer do so, heart hammering in your chest. slowly, you rose to the balls of your feet and took a careful step forward towards the unmoving pirate, the harsh winds whipping strands of your hair across your face. 

“you want it so bad, don't you?” you whispered, pretending not to notice the way jungwon’s shoulders subtly tensed as you slowly circled around him like your surroundings weren’t in flames and your hands weren’t bound behind your back. “you want the tideborn seat, and you’ll stop at nothing to get it. i can give it to you, yang.” 

when he looked you straight in the eye, looking like he was deciding on whether to gut you or kiss you, you knew you had won. something in your gut told you that you’d be sleeping soundly in your own chambers tonight. 

“…untie the princess,” jungwon spoke, and his men immediately came forward to cut the rope that bound your wrists together with a machete. just like that, you were free. 

“you’re offering to give me the seat of the tides?”  the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, like a babe being given candy for good behavior. 

“i’ll make you king of the sea,” you nodded, smoothing the material of your dress with your hands like this entire situation mattered little to you. “i’ll surrender all those who uplift your father’s reign and oppose yours to you. as long as you continue to do the same for those who contend for my throne, as i do for yours.” 

that must’ve got him, because the pirate prince stepped back and raked his eyes over your bloody appearance like he was reassessing all of you. 

“i’m impressed,” jungwon grinned, and it was the first time he had done so genuinely in front of you, you noted, trying your best to not be entranced by his dimples. “you’re dangerous. i thought you’d beg for your life.” 

you smiled, and in the eyes of the future king of the sea, the flames surrounding you only added to your appeal. 

“i am my father’s daughter.” 

and so, your agreement ensued. the price of his tideborn throne for the price of your crownseat. correspondence delivered via jungwon’s white raven—who you soon learned was named maeumi—turned into your men meeting down at the coastline to exchange information at dawn every fortnight disguised as unsuspecting fishermen.

when information was more sensitive, too precious to be passed to one another by bird or by proxy, the sneaky pirate would come to you himself, evading palace guards with alarming ease. 

he would come to you in the still of night, having scaled the stone walls in absolute discretion. you’d find your windows unlatched and jungwon perched at the ledge and staring up at you smugly, winds whipping at the curtains as if it were its own entity. sometimes, you’d come back to find him knelt down on the polished floors of your chambers, giggling and affectionately rubbing the belly of what was supposed to be your loyal guard hound. much to your disdain, it welcomed the intruder, wagging his tail in the air as soon as the sound of your window latches coming undone filled the room. 

his visits were brief at first, although he never went without leaving you the most precious gift of all: intel. whether it was a word, a map, or a name, the pirate personally ensured you were never empty handed, even whenever you fell short of your end of the deal. 

as the space between you grew smaller, his visits grew longer. he began to linger, like vermin, not only in your rooms but in your heart as well as your mind. he’d run his fingers over the dusty spines of your book collection and sit at the foot of your bed while you brushed your hair on the other end, a rarity for whenever your resolve became soft from exhaustion. intently, almost gently he listened to whatever information you had to offer him that week. 

and then he would leave again, but not without intel turning into the charred ships of rival houses and mysterious, unexplained deaths of your every enemy. sometimes you commanded it, sometimes you didn’t.

either way, blood spilled, and you learned to stop asking from whose hands it came from. 

once, jungwon showed up to your chamber with a gash below his ribs, breathing erratic as he clutched his wound with a bloody hand. “a skirmish,” he had explained, though not before jokingly reminding you that not even a barrel to the head could make him miss a meeting. you rolled your eyes, but stitched up his gash without wasting a second, mumbling incoherencies about stupid, reckless pirates while he smiled down at you almost affectionately. 

after that night, the pirate prince started to bring gifts. small and careless, but material ones nonetheless. vintage bottles of wine that you had no doubt came from ship raids, seashells for you to wear in your hair, and once, a ribbon belonging to a noblewoman you despised. you almost smiled, before harshly reminding yourself that he was the enemy of your house, and the man that threatened your life not many fortnights ago. 

you would find a way to double-cross him one way or another, make him feel a betrayal of a lifetime and undo him in ways that nobody else could before he could do the same to you. or at least, that’s what you told yourself as you snuck kisses in the shadows of your castle and called on him when you could confide in nobody else. yang jungwon of course, came running like a hound every time. 

by the time autumn leaves gave way to icicles and snowflakes, your guards began to stop asking questions about the sounds of unlatching windows and creaky floorboards that seemed to only ever occur at night. 

and you? you no longer bothered to lock the windows. 

it’s past midnight when the chill of the outside air nips at your neck and travels down your spine, but you’re far too busy undoing the braids in your hair to look back. after all, you already know who’s perched on your window ledge like a hawk before his boots even hit the floor. 

“you’re late.” murmur, still facing the mirror as you remove the gold earrings tugging at your lobes. 

“and you’re engaged.” jungwon says, voice low and venomous. your body becomes rigid in response, like you’ve been caught committing an unforgivable sin.

you shift your gaze to meet his eyes through the reflection of the mirror, and to say that the pirate looked unhappy was an understatement. brown eyes stormy and jaw clenched tight, he inches closer to where you sit in front of your vanity until the smell of sea salt mixes with the perfume on your collar bones. 

the expensive one, he notes, having smothered you in the bed inches away from you until the fragrance faded one too many times before. one that you had imported from the faraway islands in the east to impress your fiance, no doubt. against his better judgement, the thought only enrages him further.

“congratulations,” he laughs bitterly, blowing his bangs out of his face in frustration. he purses his lips in such a way that allowed you a glimpse of his dimples, and you almost coo. “who’s the lucky man? one of your daddy’s simpering lackeys?” 

you don’t answer and it seems to enrage him more than any words could have, so he speaks once more. “i threw my lookout overboard and into the seas last week for a lesser betrayal.” 

you stand abruptly, turning to face him with the same venom in your tone. “you hold no claim over me.” 

“i don’t,” he snaps. “yet i was the one burning cities for you while you remained here, writing your dainty little letters to me about who you wanted dead and when.” 

“you think i owe you because you did what you were told?” you sneer defiantly, trying your hardest to not be consumed by the inches of distance between your faces. “don’t mistake your usefulness for something more.” 

“that’s rich coming from the girl who near threatened to gut me if i didn’t kiss her silly while her father’s name day feast was going on outside.” he argues, hands cupping your shoulders and gaze peering into your soul as if he was begging you to just see him. 

“you need me. just about as much as i need you. all of you.” 

you shake his hands off your shoulders, taking a few steps towards your billowing curtains to maintain a distance between you and whatever the seven hells you were with jungwon. 

“say something,” the pirate prince pleads, something you never thought you’d live long enough to see him do. despite your consciousness screaming at you to not give him the satisfaction he sought so desperately, you cave. 

furiously, you whip your head towards where he stands and let go. “do you think i enjoy being sold off like a bartering chip when i was promised my own throne?!” you snarl, nails digging into your palms at the thought of being forced into a marriage forged in paperwork. “you think this engagement means anything? that i chose park sunghoon myself? 

“then say no,” jungwon scoffs, staring at you like you just twisted a dagger into his heart. to him, you might as well have done it and it would pain him far less. 

“just say the word, and i’ll kill him myself. i’ll burn the entire damned court to ash and all you have to do is say no.” 

you stare at him, eyes wide and chest heaving like he hadn’t meant to say it– not out loud. 

“you’d start a war,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “stop pretending that you’re doing this for anything but your father’s piracy.” 

he steps forward without a word, the tension in the room so thick that you feel like it could descend and suffocate you at any moment. at least then, you’d be free from this torment. 

“i was,” jungwon’s voice drops. “and then i started seeing your face in the sea at the dead of night and wondering when i could come home to you next.” 

the pirate didn’t say it, not directly, but you hated him for saying anything that could even be remotely related to love first. you should have slapped him, scorning him for thinking he could ever be anything other than the enemy you entertained to save your own life. 

but instead, your fingers dig into the collar of his heavy coat. 

and you kiss him. 

there’s no softness in the way your lips move against each other, just months of tension, arguments and correspondence that could never satiate either of your appetites. he tastes of caramel candies and smells of smoke and sea salt, everything you hate about him down to your very core. and yet, your body continues to betray your mind as you loop your arms around his neck and his hands find your waist as if they belong there. 

when you finally break away from each other, you're breathless against his chest as jungwon wordlessly holds you close to his rapidly beating heart. “you’re the most awful man i know.” 

“you wait for me nightly regardless, princess” your pirate murmurs, and you hate that he speaks the truth. 

for a split second you wish that you could let yourself stay in his warmth forever. you wish that ending your engagement was as simple as saying no, and you know to yourself that the man holding you close wishes the very same. 

then, reality comes creeping back like the cold air billowing through your curtains. you shove him away. 

“go,” you say, face void of any previous emotion. “before i do something i regret.” 

for once, jungwon doesn’t have a sly remark. he backs away from you slowly, the expression on his face unreadable. 

“i’ll be back,” he says, and you know it’s a promise. 

and then he’s gone, swallowed by the darkness of the night and the sounds of the sea lapping at the coast like he always was, his final words to you ringing in your ears like a melody. 

you latch your windows shut, though not before sending a prayer to the heavens to ensure his safety. 

after all, he was your weakness, as you were his. 

taglist: @won1yoiz @dreamiestay @wonys-won

© SWEETFWR

[gtinthepot]

MASTER LIST OF GIANT/TINY CONTENT

Disclaimer, I have not looked up everything on this list and most of it was suggested from others. I cannot promise the accuracy of the content. Suggestions for the list are more than welcome, leave a comment on the post for people to browse through after checking to see if its on the list already :)

I’ll be editing and adding to it here and there, so some reblogs of the post might be outdated. I suggest clicking on the source /main post to get the newest version. The old list can be found here.

7 deadly sins

A bug's life

Aaahh!!! Real Monsters (some episodes)

Adventure time

Alice in Wonderland

Alvin and the chipmunks

Amour de poshe (the girl in his pocket)

Animorphs: #24

Ant bully

Ant man (1 and 2)

Antz

Archies weird mysteries (one ep)

Army of darkness

Art Attack

Arthur and the Invisibles

Athena complex (webcomic)

Attack of the 50 foot cheerleader.

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman

Attack of the puppet people

Barbie and the nut cracker

barbie movies (look up specifics)

Barbie Thumbelina

Beastars

Beatle juice

Berserk

Big man japan

Bottle Fairy

Bramble the mountain king. (video game)

Brave little tailor (mickey mouse)

Bugs life?

Captain America: Civil War

Card captor sakura (one ep and some scenes)

Christmas Stories: The Tin Soldier is a good one.

Clifford the big red dog

Cuphead: Don’t deal with the Devil (mostly with certain bosses)

Darby o’gill and the little people

David the Gnome

Disenchantment

Dollman

Downsizing

Dr cyclops

Dr who (one ep: into the dalek)

Dragon ball

Dungeon meshi (a few chapters)

Ella Enchanted

Elusive people.(video game)

Epic

Ernest and Celestine (more of a mini-giant/doll-sized tiny size dynamic)

Fairytale: a true story (1997)

Fantastic Planet

Fantastic voyage

Ferngully

Final space episode 5

Frame arms girl.

Futurama (some episodes)

Gelias and the giant

Gen V

George shrinks

Gods of Egypt

Godzilla

Grandpa in my pocket

Gravity falls (one episode)

Grounded (video game)

Guardians of the Galaxy (vol. 2 more so than the first one)

Gulliver's Children (webtoon)

Gullivers travels (1939, 1977, 2010) as a well as a mini-tv series

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: Aladdin

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: Season 2, Episode 2 thumbelina

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: The shoemaker and the elves

Helmecrons

Help I shrunk my friends

Help I shrunk my parents

Help I shrunk my teacher

Here come the littles

Hilda

Honey I blew up the kid

Honey I shrunk the audience ride at Disneyland

Honey I shrunk the kids

Hornby sets

How to Keep a Mummy ( Miira no Kaikata)

Inch high private eye

Innerspace

Invincible (Some episodes)

It takes two (game)

Jack and the Beanstalk

Jack and the Beanstalk: The Real Story

Jack the giant slayer

Jackie Chan Adventures (one episode)

Jaimes and the giant peach

Jitsu wa watashi wa (mostly the 4th episode)

Journey 2 The Mysterious Island

King kong

Kubo and the two strings

Land of the giants

Legoland

Lilo and Stitch the series (two episodes)

Little (Grrl) 

little nightmares 1 and 2 (game)

Littles

Lord of the rings

Macross sequel shows (-anime-)

Mars attacks!

Mickey and the bean stalk

Micro Machines

Micro Ventures

Militsioner (Video game)

Minami-Kun no Koibito (2015)

Minish cap (video game)

Moana

Modest Heroes Kanini and Kanino (Short film)

Monster (video game)

Monsters Vs Aliens

My hero Academia (some episodes)

My Little Lover

My Miniature Manual (webtoon)

My Monster Secret (specifically one character)

natsume yuujinchou

Nau-lmg

Night at the Museum

Nils holgersson

Ok Ko! lets be Heroes season 3 episode 9 Planet Vacation

One Punch Man (some episodes)

Onward (a few scenes)

Osmosis Jones

Ozzy and Drix

Pans labyrinth

Paper mario sticker star (Video game, two levels)

Peter pan

Pikmin 1, 2, and 3 (game)

Pinocchio

Pokemon sun/moon anime second season (one ep)

Ponyo

Rainbow Magic

Ratatouille

Rick n morty (one episode)

Robotech (-comic series; new ones-)

Robotech (season one/The Macross Saga) (-anime-)

Robotech Remix (-comic series-)

Super Danganronpa 2 (video game, final boss)

Shadow of the colossus (video game)

Shrunk the family (Onnelin ja Annelin talvi)

Small blessings (webcomic)

Small Lands Survive The Wilds (Video game)

Small soldiers (1998)

Smallfoot

Smurfs

Smurfs lost village

Snorks

Spirit of wonder: The shrinking of miss China

SpongeBob SquarePants (the wumbo episode)

Steven universe

Stormlight Archive (-book series; has tiny fae people-)

Strange days at blake holesy high (one episode)

Strange magic

Stuart Little

Sugar apple fairy tale.

Super giant robot brothers.

Tales to Astonish (comics)

Ted Hughes

Tentacular. (video game)

The 3 worlds of gulliver

The 7th voyage of sinbad

The amazing colossal man

The bee movie

The BFG

The bfg 1989

The borrowers (1973, 1993 1997, 2011)

The Borrowers (Arrietty)

The Borrowers exhibition at the Hancock Museum

The Boys (some episodes)

The dwarf and the giant 1901

The Fantastic Planet

The hobbit

The hulk

The incredible shrinking man

The incredible shrinking woman

The Indian in the cupboard

The iron giant

The iron man

The Journey.

The Last Guardian (video game)

The Last of the Huggermuggers by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Little Bits

The littles

The magic school bus

The nut cracker

The owl house (one episode)

The phantom planet

The Rescuers

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[rea-grimm]

Three demons are enough - Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy

As a child, you ate the devil's fruit, allowing you to see what others could not. See demons. 

It happened a little after you befriended two boys who were a few years older than you were. However, they took you in for the time and taught you a lot of things. Plus, you had many adventures with them. 

But that was in the past, many years ago. Now you were a runaway. A pirate with your crew. You even had a pact with a demon. 

But now you traveled without him, since you had a fight. The demon was temperamental and something similar was afoot. But he was never gone for very long. Always just for a few days. You wore his mark and the symbol of your agreement on your shoulder in bright blue. 

After a long sail, you and the ship finally reached the island where you decided to stay for a few days. You wanted the crew to rest and regain their strength for the next voyage. 

You were walking through the streets thinking about your next steps, where to sail, what you would need, etc. when you passed a man. Normally, there would be nothing interesting about this if the man wasn't a demon. 

Plus, it wasn't like you saw a demon every third step. No, you didn't. They rarely appeared among humans, and most of the time it didn't mean anything good. 

As you passed the may, your gazes met for a moment and you looked into his golden eyes. That eye contact lasted for a second or so before you went your separate ways. Or so you thought. 

The demon turned behind you and watched you as you walked on. After all, it wasn't every day that a mere mortal got to know what he really was. 

As you walked through the city, you noticed several wanted posters with your image on them. You put your cape over your head to make yourself more recognizable, but it was too late. 

At your heels were bounty hunters, trying to appear inconspicuous, who followed you almost across the city, waiting for the right moment. 

You wanted to shake them off, and when you turned the corner, you took off running. Just as you crossed the street, however, three more hunters confronted you and prevented you from escaping. You were trapped. Nothing you couldn't handle. 

On the other side, you were cut off by the ones following you, and you were at a distinct disadvantage. You were ready to defend yourself when someone else joined you. That someone walked calmly up to you and you recognized the demon from before. But the others saw him as an ordinary human. 

The bounty hunters didn't care at all and rather pounced on you. Before they could get close enough to hurt you, however, the demon drew his black sword and within moments, almost everyone was lying dead on the ground. 

The demon then walked over to you, and at one point you were worried about what it was going to do. You were kind of expecting an attack or whatever, just not that he tipped his hat to you and took your hand gently.

"They won't bother you anymore," he said, kissing the back of your hand. 

"I... thank you..." you finally said, since you had no idea what to do. This was the first time this had ever happened to you. Finally, you slipped your hand out of his and thanked him once more before walking away. The demon didn't hold you in any way and just watched you like a hawk. 

Ever since that incident, you felt like the demon was watching you every step of the way. He made no secret of his presence, but he never once sought contact with you. He just watched you like a predator watches its prey. 

You stayed in the city for a few more days before the posse log finally set. During those days, you often explored the city, and of course, the demon was on your tail. Sure, it had a certain advantage that no bounty hunter could get at you.

One day, however, you'd had enough and decided to talk to the demon. You headed in his direction, wondering why he was following you. 

You caught him off guard and he measured you with his gaze before answering you. He didn't know many people like you who could just see his kind. Almost no one, actually. You were interesting in his eyes. That was why he wanted to protect you and find out more. 

But you weren't sure that was a good idea. You already had a pact with a demon who was jealous of even ordinary people. 

The golden-eyed demon understood your reticence and instead asked if he could travel by your side. You had already agreed to this and so Mihawk, as you later found out the demon's name, joined your crew. Or rather, your bodyguard of sorts. 

As before, Mihawk accompanied you every step of the way, only now he walked by your side. He behaved like a perfect gentleman. But you had no idea that was his way of courting.

Once again, you set out to sea with Mihawk at your side. You were in your cabin studying the charts when Mihawk brought you a cup of tea. You thanked him and continued to study the maps. 

The demon remained there, however, and when you asked him if he needed anything he got down on one knee in front of you and took your hand. He then asked if you would make a pact with him and at that moment he revealed his true form. 

Since it had been a while since he had travelled with you and the demon you had the original pact with was still nowhere in sight. Moreover, you had slowly developed a soft spot for him. For that reason, you finally agreed. 

You saw the look on his face as his eyes lit up at that and he smiled contentedly before he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of your hand. A dark red demonic contract mark appeared where he kissed you, the center of it golden. 

You didn't cover the demonic marks on your body aboard your ship, but when there was a risk of someone else seeing them, you covered them. For the first mark, you were lucky it was on your shoulder where no one would normally see it. And you covered Mihawk's mark with your gloves. 

From this point on, the demon spent a lot more time with you, and was at almost every step you took, being much more attentive than before. 

Everything on board had sort of calmed down, and you had some time to do your work. You studied the maps and traced your route while Mihawk sat in the opposite chair, reading the latest newspaper. 

Among the maps, you noticed a rolled-up piece of parchment that already looked old. You picked it up and unfolded it. The ink was smudged in places, but it looked like a map of an island. 

The demon put the paper down, walked over to you and peered over your shoulder. He had a bad feeling about this. He felt a strange familiar demonic energy in the paper. 

You turned to him and decided you believed him. You were about to fold the scroll again when you touched the drawn island. 

The moment your fingers touched the map, everything around you blurred and it was as if you were inside the map. You were standing on what you thought was a deserted island until you heard a voice. 

You followed the sound further and very soon found that the island was inhabited by demons. But they were very friendly and led you to their captain. He was a red-haired demon who was very jovial and immediately invited you to have a drink. He seemed to light up when he saw you. 

But you declined his offer. You weren't going to drink until you got back to your ship. The demon pouted at your refusal, but there wasn't much he could do about it. All the while, he was talking to you like an old friend. As if you'd known each other since childhood. He even revealed that he was sorry you didn't remember him. But he was sure you would remember. 

But you didn't understand, at least not until he started telling you stories from his childhood and what you had been through during that time. At his words, you remembered everything he told you. 

"Shanks...?" You finally asked. At that moment the demon was overjoyed, as it was really him and he was glad you remembered. Shanks pulled you into his lap and put one arm around you. 

Slowly you lowered your defenses and began to reminisce about old adventures and what had happened during the time you hadn't seen each other. You even accepted the bucket of beer he offered you. 

You ended up having so much fun with Shanks and reminiscing and completely forgot about time and your original plan to get back to the ship. You were having a good time with the demon. 

Shanks was just in the middle of telling you about one of his stories at sea, when other members of his crew ran up to you, that another demon had appeared on the island. As soon as he heard that, the good humor drained from his expression and he immediately grew serious, ready to protect what was his. 

Shanks was ready to attack when Mihawk appeared among the demons. The other demons were making room for him to reach you. You were surprised at what he was doing there, and you had no idea who he was in the first place.

It wasn't until you blinked a few times and focused that you realized who it was. The hand with the mark on it was burning you pleasantly. At that moment, you also remembered what you were originally doing there and how you got there. You felt as if you'd forgotten it all in a moment. 

You immediately bypassed Shanks and walked over to Mihawk, to whom you apologized. You had no idea how you managed to forget him. However, he looked at you with complete understanding, knowing full well the effect the red-haired demon had on mortals. And to prevent a repeat of what had happened before, he stood protectively in front of you. His long black tail brushed against your ankle. 

"Hawkeye? What are you doing here? Long time no see. Come have a drink with me. To happy reunions. First Y/N and now you!" Shanks smiled warmly, recognizing his old friend and offering him a bucket of beer as well. 

The golden-eyed demon, however, insisted that you must return to the ship and therefore refused. Shanks tried to invite him a few more times, but he ended up letting you go with no problem, but with one small condition. He wanted to come with you. Which was fine with you as captain, especially since he was an old friend. 

You were quite shocked to return to the ship, and the two demons automatically stood protectively in front of you. The ship was in complete chaos. Body parts were flying amongst the members, and from a distance you could already hear the voice of the demon you had your first pact with. 

The clown's face formed in front of you as it noticed you and several emotions seemed to change in an instant. Joy at seeing you, shock at seeing another demon, and anger since he knew both of them so well. 

"Buggy!" Shanks smiled cheerfully at him. He was glad to see the clown after a long time and wanted to greet him properly. The clown, however, avoided him in an archway and took offence. How dare you invite two more demons onto the ship when you were his? And ones far more powerful than he was?

You were slowly growing tired of his talk. It went on and on. You knew it was no different with him, but everything had its limits. You got mad at him for not being there for so long, he had nothing to blame you for. And with that, you went to your quarters. 

You were in your quarters, you carefully rolled up the scroll from Shanks Island and put it in a safe place, put away the remaining maps, and collapsed into bed. Somehow too much had happened in a day, and now you were on a ship with not one or two demons, but three. 

As you rested, Buggy teleported to you. He had a big word that you should be grateful you had him. For letting you have a pact with him in the first place. 

But his big words were slowly fading into words of uncertainty and concern. He was afraid you'd trade him in for two other much stronger demons. He was afraid he wasn't strong enough or good enough. Finally, you saw him become a pile of misery. Without saying it outright, he missed you. 

You saw the state he was in, so you pulled him into your bed and hugged him. He melted completely in your arms and held you as his life depended on it. 

You made fun of him for being such a big baby. Before the clown could protest, however, you added that you missed him too, which made him cry. 

You could say sailing with three demons on board was never boring.

The deck was lively and the general atmosphere was happy. Buggy was running his circus, Shanks was drinking and Mihawk stood by you like a bodyguard. The clown finished one of his acts after a while and you started laughing. At that moment, the demons were sure they hadn't heard a nicer sound. 

But that didn't mean everything was bathed in sunshine and rainbows. You were stranded on a small island. The crew was celebrating and having fun. You were in your tent while Mihawk and Buggy were elsewhere. 

You were thinking about going to bed early when Shanks came to you. He brought you a drink, but you could see there was more to it than that. And it was true, as the red-haired demon asked you if you wanted to make a pact with him. 

He wanted to show you how powerful he was, so he showed you his true form, the air saturated with the power of his energy. You felt like you were drowning in his energy but in a nice way. 

Before you knew it, you agreed to the pact. The demon was absolutely delighted with your decision and leaned closer to you with a hungry expression.

With ease, he laid you down on the blankets and began showering your skin with light kisses. He started at your neck and slowly made his way to your chest, where he finally stopped and where you finally felt a pleasant burning sensation. There he placed his mark. 

Less than a minute later, the other two demons you had a pact with appeared there. Buggy immediately pulled Shanks away from you. You were theirs and no one else's. No other demon had any claim on you, especially not him. Mihawk hadn't expected this either and held you in his arms until you sobered up from the rush of all that demonic energy. 

"Just don't fight," you muttered, stepping on your tongue a few times in the process. Then you repeated it, feeling the demonic marks on your body burn. You didn't want them to fight. 

Since then, they've also tried harder and harder to get you all to themselves. Buggy's been putting on a show just for you. One time he was juggling his body parts, and you didn't like that, to be honest. 

It made the clown's head spin because, surprisingly, he was juggling his head and he collapsed to the ground. It was one of the few moments that made you cheer up and you just chuckled weakly before you got up and went to help him up. 

He was in a very bad mood about it though, as it didn't get the reaction he wanted. The best thing to do was to get down on your knees in front of him and beg him so you could just be his. 

You took him to you and hugged him while you stroked his hair. You knew very well what worked for him and what didn't. You promised him you wouldn't tell anyone about his failed performance and you kissed him on the nose.

You could see him wanting to argue about his nose, but after that kiss, he turned just as red as his nose and all that came out was a meaningless mumble.

Shanks was leaning on the railing with one arm, watching the action on deck. His eyes, however, more than the others, were glued on you. You were on deck, making sure things around you were running like clockwork. 

You were passing him when he pulled you close. He wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. That way you were there under him, hidden from all the worries and questions your crew had for you. He kissed your neck before he started to nuzzle his nose with your shoulder. 

When you were back in your cabin that evening, you were glad for some peace. Mihawk was there with you, and you suspected he had similar intentions to the others, but you didn't mind him so much. 

"Is it a little much to ask for a little peace?" You asked, hugging him. It wasn't a question you wanted answered, though. 

Mihawk actually had something in store for the two of you as well. He kissed you on the mark on your hand before leading you over to a small table where a wonderfully scented candlelit dinner he had prepared himself was laid out. 

He had also selected a delicious wine to go with the meal and finished it all off with a small gift, a gold subtle pendant. It was such an enjoyable evening. 

After dinner you sat next to each other, talked for a while and then just watched the sun go down. Without realizing it, your eyelids began to droop and you rested your head on his shoulder. 

Mihawk saw your tiredness, picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed where he laid you down. He covered you with the covers and when he tried to leave, you stopped him. Even on the threshold of sleep, you wished he'd stayed there with you. Who was he to refuse you? He sat on the edge of your bed and stroked your back until you fell asleep. And even after that, he stayed there with you, keeping an eye on you. 

You were in a new city, gathering supplies for your next voyage. You were perusing the grocery list for what you needed when a rather handsome young man approached you and began to flirt with you despite your disinterest. 

You ignored him and focused on your list even though he tried to ask you out for a drink. You had had quite enough as he was insistent when you got the impression someone was behind you. You didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. 

The young man opened his mouth to say something else he offered when he paused and turned pale. He immediately shut his mouth, mumbled a quick goodbye on the fifth time he turned around and quickly walked away. 

At that moment, some unspoken contract or agreement was formed between the 3 demons to work together against all other suitors. 

With that, they slowly began to get along more, arranging things better between them and even arranged a big date with dinner and entertainment that was very hilarious. 

The Marines have been after you and your crew for some time now, and somehow you've managed to elude them. Unfortunately, your luck didn't last forever and their battleships caught up with you at sea and completely surrounded you. You were trapped. 

You tried to escape them on the ship, but their battleships damaged your ships so badly that you couldn't continue. You had your path cut off, and all the plans you made failed. 

And just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, the ocean's surface froze over, creating a flat surface to walk on. The captain and his best men disembarked from the main ship and called out to you. All they wanted was you. 

You were aware of that and you wanted to use it to save your crew. Despite their protests, you forbade them to follow you. You made a deal with the Marine captain that if you gave yourself up willingly, he would spare your crew. 

You stepped off the ship onto the frozen surface of the ocean and took a few steps forward as your crew tried to follow you. You just turned to them and met their gaze. You didn't want them to get hurt. They didn't deserve it. 

You had almost reached the midpoint between your ship and the Marine's when you noticed that the ice around your ship had disappeared and the water began to carry her away from you. 

You breathed a sigh of relief. You were glad the Marines had kept their word. 

The captain with whom you negotiated the freedom of your crew offered you another deal. If you defeated him and his two sub-captains, you would gain your freedom. You accepted because even though it was a long shot, it was a chance. 

You knew it would be an unfair fight, but you had no idea how much. Within minutes, you were knocked to your knees and the captain swung his sword at your head. 

You were breathing heavily, blood trickling into your eye from the wound on your forehead. You felt like it was the end of you. The marine captain smirked as he pronounced the death sentence on you, his hand already dropping his sword to your head. 

You had already closed your eyes when you heard the sound of two swords crossing. You opened your eyes and almost couldn't believe your eyes. You were no longer alone, and you had all three demons at your side as Mihawk blocked the one aimed at your neck with his sword. 

"Leave it to us now," Shanks smiled at you before looking at the marines, his gaze instantly narrowing. The demons all showed their true forms, releasing a surge of energy so powerful it made the weak marines faint. 

In addition, more demons began to appear around them, most of which you had the pleasure of getting to know. You knew Buggy's demons and even Shanks'. These demons took care of the smaller fish and even dragged a lot of them to hell. The rest of the survivors took their feet on their shoulders. 

Shanks took care of the captains and sub-captains and Buggy took care of the middling ones and at one point it looked like he had his own work cut out for him. 

Mihawk, meanwhile, stayed with you as a bodyguard and took you in his arms as his bride and walked calmly away with you to safety. You were so exhausted and had lost enough blood that it was no wonder you passed out in his arms. 

When you regained consciousness, you were lying on the bed with your wounds tended to. But you weren't lying there alone. Mihawk was lying on one side next to you with one arm around your waist. On the other side lay Shanks, and at your feet lay Buggy, but with his head separated from his body, resting in your lap. 

Again you lay back down with a smile on your lips. This was one of those rare moments when you had all three demons with you and none of them were arguing. Satisfied, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace again. 

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From this exchange with @wandererseas.

James finds Jopson in possession of a Captain Crozier heart locket.

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Outside the door after another grim supper of Francis stewing in the black, James comes into collision with the man's inbound steward. They jostle and side-step for a spell, Jopson whispering apologies, and when James shoulders him in an attempt to give room, something strikes the boards between them with a tiny metal clack.

James bends just as Jopson lurches sharply, as if thrown by a squall. Their foreheads strike hard.

"Careful, man!" James demands, annoyed. Rubbing his brow, he lowers himself to collect whatever dropped and at the sight of it his mood improves.

Having straightened, he holds up the little brass treasure between thumb and forefinger: cheap, a little worn, without a chain.

"Lucky devil, Jopson," he declares. "Has she got a name?"

Jopson's eyes dance anywhere but James' face. He extends out a trembling hand. "Thank you, sir."

"Just a moment. May I?" James asks with all friendly grace.

But Jopson only swallows and fixedly stares. James can't make it out: why does the man look so stricken, as if by the name of this very ship?

He laughs. "She's not a dog, is she, Thomas? Come now—"

The lock pricks sharp against his finger and the tiny heart swings unhinged. All traces of mirth slide from James' face.

"Jopson!" The captain's cabin half-roars, half-croaks.

"Commander, I beg you—" Jopson pleads. He sounds on verge of tears.

In James' palm, the object burns as hot as his face. "What— no, you wait here, you must explain. What is the meaning? Does—" He dares to glance again at the two halves of the brass heart: two full colour miniatures, done in a mediocre brush yet unmistakable in their likeness turn towards each other in wistful profile:

Thomas Jopson on the left, Francis Crozier on the right.

James drops his voice to a hard whisper: "Does he force you to carry this?"

He wouldn't put it past the man.

Jopson heartily shakes his head. "No, sir, please— Understand, it was given to me as a joke— another voyage, another crew, a little joke from them—"

"JOPSON!"

Whether it is the roar or the two visages who lock sentimental gazes in the cup of his hand, an anger boils over in James — hot and shapeless and—

"You cannot have this," he states abruptly. "If the men knew, it would look very bad indeed. I am confiscating it until such a time as I see fit."

Jopson shrinks against the door that summons him with such force, eyes brimming but offering no complaint.

"So now go to him," James half-snarls and then, recovering at least a surface of composure, adds: "Good night, Jopson."

On his dark and icy walk back to Erebus, he cannot help but paw at the blasted thing in his pocket. It burns him like a heart-shaped ember and stokes the unaccountable fury that rose at his awareness of its existence.

Later, in his berth, undressed, he reaches for it again. He snaps it open and soft fondles and hard stares as if he might force his will onto the heart and its contents, to what end he knows not.

At last, he slides a thumb over the left image, holds it like that covered, and feels marginally better.

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Masterlist of my Monsta X and BTS content. The majority of what is here is intended for MATURE audiences. So no one under 18, please :) love you tho... Updates are sporadic. No requests at this time but maybe in the future if anyone would like to.

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Daechwita

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ExBoyfriendYoongi: Drive Me Crazy

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❤️‍🔥The Unseen: Part 1❤️‍🔥

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch1 Premise

Elegance, grace, and beauty. That is what made up someone's worth where she was from. But perhaps it was her kindness that was the downfall of her life. After all no good deed goes unpunished.

(Warnings for yandere themes, mentioned entertainment district and spicy stuff but it will STAY sfw, Kid's in cannon killing streak and violence, maybe some cussing, and kidnapping.

Tagging @punks-never-die205 @feiatjjk

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I apologize if I write Kid or his crew OOC in this. I only wrote for Kid like one other time. Also apologies for the inaccuracy of anything. I'll research everything in One Piece as accurately as possible. I'm only planning on this to have four parts so bare with me.)

The waves crashed against the solid wood of the nightmare that tainted the seas with its blight. The dull voyage towards it's next destination undisclosed to the masses until it was too late. Until the cries of the victims dammed to endure the blight's upcoming wrath soared throughout the heavens. The air impure of the smoke from hellfire that ravaged the land and homes of the peaceful innocents that could flee in terror and watch in ever growing shock and fear as the Red Devil laughed his cries of mania.

'Pillage. Plunder. Take. Leave not even a penny of value behind.'

That was the unspoken code for his existence and by extension the very existence of his hellish crew. Each one as deadly and hellish as their Red Devil of a leader however no one could compare to the wrath of the leader himself. That's why he was feared far more than the trickling members who followed him into battle. 

'Take what you want. Dam anyone else who stands in the way. We are the best of the worst generation.'

The faint scent of smoke still  festered from the clothes on their backs from the latest of the hellborns' victims. Consuming everything in their path that wasn't stolen or rescued from their grasp by the few lucky victims that managed to get away from the scorching flames and weapons the devil's wielded. For those who survived lived to tell the newest horror stories of the blight.

The blight known around the world as the Victoria Punk.

A ship lead by the devil captain and his band of murderers and thieves. Thousands of lives changed forever for the worst by a single vessel.

The vessel carried on into the night. The wind pushing it towards the closest destination to endure their presence. The sour wind was filled with the cheers of the victorious thieves celebrating their latest tragedy. The decks filled with the thundering of footsteps and murmuring of excited voices as they all exchanged words and passed around the rewards of their disaster. 

THUD!

The murmuring was short lived when a large wooden chest was just dropped in the middle of the deck at the feet of two large boots. Two laughing men eagerly grabbing at the top to pry it open for the mostly blank face of the one who watched them. After all-

Everyone knows that the Captain has first pick of the best plunder. 

A metallic sound was heard as a lock snapped. Wood creaked as the top was pried open. And moonlight glowed from silver to gold. Ah. A wondrous abundance it was. The sight of gold bedazzled in the moonlight was always a sight to behold. Never got old. A gasp of awe passed around the deck at the sight of cold and countless gems. Scattered greens and reds signalled the presence of rubies and emeralds while the clear ones told them that diamonds were in the mix. As much as greedy hands wanted to nab the precious loot, the unspoken code that the Captain would happily toss whoever dared defy him into the ocean for a swim. 

So all watched in bated breathes as footsteps approached the chest with a frown. 

The glittery gold shining off from the moonlit gold. In their glitter the many reflections of Amber eyes as they leaned down to gaze upon the shimmer and shine. From the chest a single jewelry was taken. A gold chained necklace swayed from where a finger and thumb gripped it's base. A single large pink spinel gem sparkled and swayed, reflected in the amber pupil that brought it close to inspect it's sparkle. Eyes narrowed looking as it swayed almost hypnotically.. before red lips split in a wide grin. 

"Heh. And to think they were planning on using this to fund that new little marine base. They should've known better than to try and build that in the same area as pirates!" A bout of loud laughter filled the air from the crew. The necklace tossed to the side into the lucky excited hands of a greedy pirate. "I think we earnt ourselves a little reward after this."

"Whaddya mean by that, Kid?"

The secondary voice was calm and collected despite the amount of blood that spilt from the killer's hands just a mere few hours ago. The name being ironic of his deeds.  Despite the calm demeanor by the curious tilt of his head one could tell he was curious as to what the red headed captain was thinking of. 

The fearsome man of blood red hair turned to him with that sadistically pleased grin of his. "I'm talking about where we're currently positioned, Killer." His brow raised. "If we set sail for the Flower Capital right this second, about when we'll get there?"

The blonde masked man him in a clear tone of thought, calculating carefully before the tilted head turned back up. "If the winds keep going like this and we go now, then we should get there either around sundown or nightfall tomorrow. But why would we set sail for there?"

"Ain't it obvious, Kil? I think you deserve a reward for the hard work we all put in! Don't you agree?" A flurry of agreement from the jeerers was immediately as an arm raised pointing out a specific direction. "Turn the ship northwest and set full speed ahead. IM TAKING YOU LUCKY BASTARDS TO THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT!"

An uproar was immediate. The promise of women, booze, and women was bestowed upon them all. A pair of men in the cheering crowd even embracing each other in the excitement.

"Is that a wise choice, Kid?," the blonde man asked slowly crossing his arms and looking at the smiling Captain. "That place is more corrupt than some waters of the sea, and crime runs rampant."

"Sounds like my kind of place."

"What I'm trying to say is maybe we shouldn't ask for more trouble after destroying the makings of a marine base," he explained calmly, "That place is full of criminals and I heard you're not even allowed to live there unless you got money or you're in service to some rich prick. Your bounty might draw some crazy out of the woodworks desperate for cash."

A broad arm was slung over his shoulders and the blonde knew that it was pointless to argue right that second. "Then we got nothin' to worry about. We got the funds, and if we need more we'll just gladly take some of the graciously donated 'funds' from those rich fucks. If anyone tries to get in our way ... We'll our night might be a little more fun is all. Plus I have three good things that's gonna convince you otherwise."

"*sigh* And those would be?"

"Booze, food, and women." He held up three fingers as he lifted off the subjects of convincing.

Despite the mask he could see the convinced look that Killer had before he sighed once more. "Fine but let me just say now that I told you so if something goes wrong."

"Keyword, Kil. IF it goes wrong. Which it-"

"Don't finish that sentence and jinx yourself."

Despite the warning of the longtime trusted friend, the Captain did nothing but pat the faithful companion on the back before turning his attention back towards the chest that still laid bare and untouched, as everyone knew the rules in place by authority and hierarchy of the ship. The sweet jingling of coins against jewelry and gemstone sounded out as his hands dipped down into the board and threatened to spill onto the deck as they slipped between his fingers from hands pulled back. After all the Captain ALWAYS gets best pick of the spoils. 

"To the victor goes the spoils."

[jgoddesstarot]

Pick-A-Pile: Personality Deep Dive: What Are The Defining Traits of Your Future Spouse's Character?

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards: 7 of Pentacles, The Devil (in reverse), 5 of Cups (in reverse), Death, The Sun

Oracle Card: Clear Quartz: Get Crystal Clear

Hi, my dearest Pile 1's! Embark with me on a tantalizing journey as we unravel the mysteries of your future love's essence.

Imagine, if you will, a soul, steadfast and patient as the timeless mountains. This partner won't be swayed by fleeting passions. Instead, they cultivate a love as deep-rooted and enduring as ancient trees. Their patience, an emblem of their devotion, promises to wrap your union in the kind of love stories are written about.

But here's where the plot thickens: your love has danced with their shadows. Battling inner demons, they've emerged not only unscathed but profoundly transformed. These trials have only refined them, sculpting a lover who's grown by confronting their fears, forever evolving in the dance of life's rhythms.

With a heart that's weathered storms, they've mastered the art of turning pain into power. Past sorrows don't weigh them down; instead, they’re fueled by hope, gazing ever forward. And oh, the brilliance they exude! Like the radiant sun breaking through a morning mist, their optimism is infectious, illuminating even the darkest corners with their zest for life.

Now, a whisper from the cosmos, embodied in the essence of Clear Quartz, reveals their crystalline clarity. They see through life's murky waters with an unclouded vision, and their unwavering honesty promises to be the bedrock of your shared journey.

Wrapping up our tale, enchanting Pile 1's, the universe has scripted for you a love story with a partner who’s resilient, optimistic, and pure of heart. This beacon of strength and sunshine is destined to light up your world, building a bond founded on clarity and trust. So, as you dance through the twists of fate, remember, a love as luminous as this awaits its cue."

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: King of Wands, 2 of Wands (in reverse), 2 of Pentacles (in reverse), 7 of Swords, 9 of Swords

Oracle Card: Turquoise: Prioritize Your Health

Ahoy, my captivating Pile 2's! Let's set sail on this intriguing voyage, navigating the depths of your future love's soul.

Envision, if you will, a figure stepping forth with an aura of undeniable magnetism. This partner, a maelstrom of fervor and vision, doesn't merely dream. They ignite the world around them, turning aspirations into reality. Their charisma, a force unto itself, promises to enthrall and captivate, making hearts race and spirits soar.

But in the shadows of this burning flame, there have been times when the light dimmed. The weight of setbacks, perhaps lost battles with destiny, momentarily caused them to falter, questioning the path they had chosen. Yet, these trials didn't break them; instead, they emerged, their resilience shining even brighter.

Amidst life's juggling act, they might occasionally teeter, struggling to find equilibrium amidst a whirlwind of responsibilities. But it's this dance on life's tightrope that crafts them into an empathetic and tender-hearted soulmate.

Diving deeper, past scars reveal tales of deception they might have endured, crafting barriers of caution around their heart. Encounters with treachery have sharpened their discernment, fortifying them with a wisdom that promises to shield your bond with care.

A whisper from the cosmos, crystallized in the essence of turquoise, sings praises of their commitment to well-being. Body and soul, mind and spirit, they treasure holistic health, inspiring you to bask in the glow of well-being too.

To sum up our voyage, enchanting Pile 2's, destiny has charted a course with a lover whose passion burns bright, whose trials have forged a resilient spirit, and whose commitment to wellness promises to nourish both heart and soul. As you traverse your own paths, treasure this vision, for it heralds a union as profound as it is passionate.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: Judgement, The World, The Hierophant, 6 of Pentacles, 10 of Wands

Oracle Card: Sunstone: Take Pleasure In The Things You Do

Ah, my entrancing Pile 3's! Prepare to voyage through the tantalizing maze of your future love's psyche.

Imagine encountering a soul whose essence embodies rebirth and awakening. This partner, forever transformed by life's kaleidoscope, embraces change with fervor, always evolving and gleaning wisdom from every chapter. Together, you're destined to journey through realms of discovery and enlightenment.

Yet, there's more. This lover brings with them tales of countless horizons crossed, dreams manifested, and passions realized. A connoisseur of life's experiences, their spirit is imbued with achievements, and they dance through life with a purpose that's as infectious as it is profound.

Amidst this whirlwind of adventure, there's a grounding force—a beacon of tradition, moral fortitude, and unwavering standards. In their embrace, you'll find solace, for their quest for truth and wisdom promises a haven of shared values and deeper connections.

Envision a heart, generously pulsating with love and balance, an embodiment of altruism and equitability. Whether in wealth, affection, or time, they believe in the harmony of giving and receiving. This soul, blessed with both prosperity and the innate desire to uplift others, promises to be your anchor, ensuring both of you thrive.

And as the sun breaks through the clouds, revealing the glistening Sunstone, know this: your future love basks in life's simple pleasures, radiating positivity that's nothing short of magnetic.

To tie our tale together, mesmerizing Pile 3's, Destiny has penned a love saga with a lover both transformative and stable, brimming with purpose yet generous of heart, driven yet delightfully joyous. As this narrative unfolds, anticipate a dance of souls—twirling, growing, and shining under the benevolent gaze of the Sunstone.

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PKMN - A First Officer Only Has Five Lives

Summary: Or, "Five Times Friede Could Have Died, and the One Time He . . ."

Adventuring around the world comes with its fair share of danger, particularly when one is prone to reckless, and sometimes self-sacrificing, behavior. Fortunately, Friede always comes out on top. That is, until he doesn't.

Word Count: 7,566 Characters: Friede, Orio, Cap, Landau, Murdock, Mollie Additional Tags: Five Times + 1, Pre-Series (until the +1), Canon Compliant, Near Death Experiences

Snippet:

It was their maiden voyage, the first time the Brave Asagi had ever taken to and successfully sailed the skies, and yet Orio already knew that she would never tire of what it brought her. The furnace in the engine room had enough fuel to last them at least through the night, if not well into the next morning. So with Metagross keeping an eye on things by the broiler (and its psychic powers allowing it to alert her if any changes came to pass), Orio took the time to step away and make her way up onto the deck. If not for the fresh breeze that brushed her cheeks when she stepped outside, she would hardly believe they were moving at all; the ship suffered no turbulence, at least not on a day as clear as this one, and her own mechanical prowess hadn’t failed them. Though she would never admit this to Friede or anyone, part of her had wondered if the Brave Asagi would truly make it safely off the ground after she’d built it. It was only now that they were thousands of feet in the air that she could breathe easy, relishing in the freshest of air and bluest of skies. At least, until she made it to the deck of the bow and saw her childhood friend standing on the railing. “Friede—!” Orio clapped her hands over her mouth the second his name left her lips, not wanting to startle him into falling. His head turned in her direction regardless, just enough so she could see the devil-may-care grin playing across his cheeks. “Hey, Orio,” he called over his shoulder. “Did you need some fresh air, too?” “Fresh air I can get by standing on the deck, yes,” Orio said, lowering her hands from her mouth to over her rapidly beating heart. “Do you want to fall? Get down from there.” “Nah, I’m fine.” Friede spread his arms wide, the wind blowing his jacket back as though it were a cape. In his defense, she supposed, he wasn’t standing on the topmost rung of the railing; instead, he was on the secondary rung, so that the topmost rung hugged the top of his boots. All the same— “By the way, we’re headed for Cinnabar Island in Kanto. Apparently there have been strange sightings of bizarre, dangerous pokémon along the shore there. Sounds interesting, right?” “Sure,” Orio said, scanning the deck for someone—anyone—to back her up. Her search came up empty. “Where’s Captain Pikachu? He didn’t already fall off the railing himself, did he?” Friede snorted. “Do you think I’d have just let him fall if he did? Nah, he’s in the cockpit making sure we stay on course. And you can just call him Cap, you know. We’re all part of the same crew.” “Well, I think Cap would prefer it if our crew stayed in one piece. We’re small enough as it is, you know,” Orio said. She didn’t need Friede to look back at her to know that he was rolling his eyes. “Come on, get down before you fall over.”

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[writingsbymo-mo]

Mystery of Siren Cove

Siren!Ran Haitani x F!Reader x Siren!Rindou Haitani

Rating: Mature

Contains: blood, mild descriptions of gore, pirate slang, kidnapping, mentions of wanting to breed you, placed under the siren spell, dubcon?

Summary: you arrive to port with Baji, hearing rumors of the deadly ghost ship the notorious Haitani Brothers sail. Despite Baji's warnings, you wish to uncover the secrets behind the disappearing crew and gain the bounty on the Haitanis' heads.

Minors DNI

This is darker than the fics I've wrote recently so read with caution

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"Baji, look! It's that ship! We've found them!" You screamed under your breath. There it was, the signature flag of the Haitanis. Rumor has it, they have it tattooed on their bodies. "The Haitanis are here!"

He rolled his eyes. "Better not be thinking what me thinks ye be thinking."

You sigh, heading into the tavern. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

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The Haitani Ghost Ship, the nickname many pirates have given their vessel. Anyone who encounters said ship never sees a single soul on board. No crew, no treasure, nothing. Just a pool of blood surrounding it. Worst yet, the brothers always returned with no remorse for the dead. A simple case of mutiny would be their answer.

Despite the tales, plenty of pirates alike still choose to board the Haitani's ship. Who knows if it's blatant curiosity or desperation that sends them to the ship of death. One thing is for sure, the brothers know how to manipulate plenty of pirates with their sweet voices.

A man slammed his pint down on the wooden table and snarked with a warning. "Ye shouldn't go thar lass or ye be next ship to Davey Jones."

"Bucko's right. Those Haitanis are the Scourg of the Seven Seas." Baji nods in agreement, taking swig of rum.

You sigh, "but Baji...I've a mission. Ye must listen!"

Baji slams his glass down, frustrated at your stubborness. "Ye mustn't! They're devils. Ye be eaten alive!" He furrowed his brows at you, worried at what'll become of you.

You turn your head towards the bar. The youngest brother, Rindou, was currently guzzling down bottles of rum with some fellow pirates in a game. If they lost, they'd be joining the next voyage on the Haitani. The oldest, Ran, was simply flirting and taking pirates and wenches to a room upstairs. He was known to bed a many at port. With those handsome features of his, droopy violet eyes, well groomed locks, and expensive attire for a mere pirate, even you could fall for his charm if you didn't have your head on straight.

"Baji, listen," you turn your head back towards him and sigh deeply, "I need to do this. Lives are at stake here. Why are thine men risking lives for the sunken treasure at Siren Cove?"

He sighed and grasped hands with his shakey ones. "Please...stay..."

"Baji..." You roll your eyes. "Please, I can handle it. When I've returned with their bounty, we'll be rich!"

He shook his head in disbelief. "There's no talking ye out if this aye? Fine...go on, ride the cursed ship."

"Sorry...I need to do this...for everyone's sake..." You lowered your gaze to the table and frowned.

Baji knew there was no talking you out of this now. He stood up and gave you a small smile. "At least...let me buy ye a farewell gift."

"Thanks Baji."

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"Aye, ye scalawags, it's time to board!" Yelled Rindou.

About thirty pirates made their way to the Haitani's ship, seemingly in a daze. You managed to sneak your way into the crowd boarding, headed directly for the cargo to hide. In the dark underbelly below deck, you found some crates to hide behind.

"All hands on deck! Lower the sails! Raise the anchors! Onward to Siren Cove maties!" Ran ordered the crew.

Hours pass being rocked back and forth on the steady waters when the ship went quiet except for the beautiful melody of a song unlike any you have heard before. Such lovely velvety pipes in the duet. Then it hit you. A duet....

The ship began to rock as the crew jumped into the sea below, hypnotized by the song. Sirens were near. The moment they heard the tune and jumped overboard, their fates were sealed. Suddenly, you heard many screams from the waters below. Scratching at the ship from fellow pirates making sad attempts to climb back on deck but with the wood all slick and wet, they couldn't. You dared to take a peek out the porthole next to you. The waters surrounding the ship were an absolute bloodbath of human flotsam. Seeing bits of human remains floating above the tides sent your stomach churning.

"Oh...oh god...fuck...sorry Baji...ye were right...." You whimpered.

The boards above you creaked when you heard the scuffing of boots. You felt a cramp in your leg and went to stretch it out, only to knock over a bottle someone had left on a crate.

Fuck

"Shh, Rindou. Did you hear?"

"Hmm, what?"

"We have a straggler."

"Oh?" Rindou sniffs the air, noticing a scent below deck. "I smell something, something good." He snickers.

Ran sniffs as they move below deck. "Doth mine nose deceive me or is there a wee lass on board? Oh lass! Lassie! Come on out."

"Nothing to fear. We won't hurt ye."

Their footsteps drew closer. You clasped your hands over your mouth, attempting to slow your breathing and prevent a sound to leave your throat. However, you knew they'd inevitably find you if they truly are sirens.

The crates were moved in front of you and you squeaked, kicking your feet on the floor to gather purchase to scoot away from them.

"Ah, such a pretty thing ye are lass," Ran sneared, crouching down to meet your level as he grasped your chin with his long, thin fingers.

"Yes, such beauty ye have. We couldn't possibly eat ye except a few nibbles." Rindou laughed.

"No...nononono!!! Let me go! Please!!!" You cried but it was no use. Ran had already hoisted you over his shoulders while you pounded your fists on his back and kicking your feet around, screaming in his ear.

"Haha! So feisty. Oh, how much fun ye'll be tonight." Ran chuckled as you struggled in his hold.

They brought you on deck, Ran still holding you close. You gave up on punching his back, catching your breath when you noticed he was taking you to the plank. "No! No, please! Don't!"

Rindou followed behind and snickered at you. "Aww, is the wee lass scared of sleeping with the fishes?"

"Hush, Rin-Rin. Don't scare the lass too much, yeah?"

He sighed and crossed his arms, "fiiiine."

"Now then lass, ye ready to be a changed woman tonight? Promise, we'll protect ye."

You furrowed your brows at the sickening sweet words leaving his velvety soft lips...wait...velvety soft? When you came to, his lips were pressed to yours as you both fell into the sea below.

"Mmm...MMMMM!" You screamed behind your lips as Ran laughed, taking you into an underwater cave surrounded with sunken ships and treasure. "Oh, darling. Doth thee know the kiss of a siren protects ye from drowning?"

Rindou then pressed his lips to yours for a taste himself. "No need to fret lass, we'll take good care of ye."

"Yes, the perfect vessel for our offspring, no?"

Your eyes became saucers as you lost consciousness.

Once you awoke, you were placed on a soft bed of silken sheets fit for a queen, stripped of everything you were wearing. "Where—"

Slender fingers were placed on your lips. "Shhhh, don't say a word darling." Ran whispered and licked the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine as your breath hitched. "Ye'll be safe here. No one will harm a hair on ye," Rindou smiled with his violet eyes darkened with lust. He licked his lips and began kissing up your neck, making you gasp as you fell under their spell. "Mmm, ready to be a mother, lass?"

"To be ours....

.......forever?"

Under the haze of honeyed voices reaching your ears, you whispered a soft yes.

"Then, we're yours forever, darling."

"And you're ours."

[myymi]

Sails hummed to himself as he carefully wiped down his sword, perched atop the banister of the Angel Voyage 2.0’s crow nest. One foot rested atop the railing as the other dangled, swaying along with the gentle rocks from the ocean.

He didn't really realize how much he missed the relaxing waves as they carried the ship along the surface of the water. Sure, the fight was fun while it lasted, but it was also incredibly draining.

He could tell the others felt that way too. Dread and Black Rose didn't even take a moment to explain the role switch between them, leaving the crew clueless as they went straight to bed.

He frowned as his neck throbbed painfully once again, pausing his cleaning to rub it. He had been apparently nicked pretty badly by the bomb he and Mangey built, the back of his neck was bleeding quite a lot.

Thankfully, the other fox was able to catch it before he'd lost too much blood.

It was strange, talking with someone who was basically himself but still so wildly different. He liked Mangey, though.

Nine, however, is a different story.

He didn't dislike him, but he wasn't the biggest fan either. He could understand his frustrations and motivations though.

Sometimes he feels like he would've fallen down a similar path had Batten never found him.

“What're ye doing?” Sails’ ear perked at the voice, turning to find Batten as she landed in the crow’s nest. Speak of the devil.

“Jus’ giving this a good scrub.” The fox shrugged, holding up the sword.

The bat's eyes were trained on the kit’s other paw, however. Sails tensed when he realized she had that worried glint in her eyes again, immediately making his paw drop from his neck.

“Ye feelin’ okay?” She asked, walking over so she could lean over the banister, squishing down the fox's leg.

Sails rolled his eyes, “M’fine, Batten.” He mumbled, tossing the rag he was using to clean his sword to the deck before resheathing the blade.

Batten frowned at him before turning her gaze to the ocean, “I haven't seen you fly since ye set off that bomb of yours.” She said, using her finger to trace gentle, miscellaneous patterns on the younger’s leg.

The kit bit his lip at that, also turning to look at the sea. The sun was beginning to set, “Just tired.”

They were silent for a few minutes after that before Batten broke it with a sigh, “Ye aren't good at bluffing, Sails.” She turned to look back into his eyes at that, a worried frown still tugging in her lips.

Sails could feel a frown of his own start to form, but he didn't respond.

“Look, Sails,” The bat looked down as she tried to work out her sentence, “I know I ain't the best at showin’ it, but ye know I care, right?”

The kit’s brow furrowed, “‘Course I know that, Batten. Ye raised me.” He said, turning to look at her.

“I know.” Batten sighed and looked up to meet the younger’s eyes, “I just need ye to know you can talk ta me when things are rough. And trust me, I know when they get rough for ya.”

Sails fell silent once again, unsure of how to respond to that. He knew Batten cared for him, but he always felt that asking her for anything more was asking too much.

She saved his life. She raised him even though she didn't have to. Sails knew he already owed her so much, he couldn't possibly ask for more favors.

Instead of answering her, Sails hesitantly pushed himself into her arms for a hug. He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, allowing his tails to wrap around her body.

Batten, with almost as much hesitance, wrapped her arms gently around the cub. She placed her chin atop his head, closing her eyes as she let him soak up the affection.

They ended up staying in the crow’s nest for the rest of the day, snuggling up to watch the sun set before they drifted off to sleep together.

Their bond may seem strange to outsiders, but it was perfect to them. And that's all that mattered.

[sins-of-the-sea]

//istg I need to actually start getting my ass in gear in designing the Trials of St. Emilio-

I might just. Throw ideas in the wind, idk. Cappn and I still haven't decided what the trials entail.

We just know WHERE they are in the world, and in the Canon Story, who gets them.

In the original RP, they're kinda video gamey puzzles or battles or some wacky Indiana Jones/ The Mummy nonsense in some mindfuckery pocket dimension of sort, but we're trying to move away from that.

In plotting with people who try to find the Seven Keys of St. Emilio, we may get something.

So... don't mind if what I throw at you if you hope to take on the Voyage seems weird and tacked on, because I'm still figuring things out LMAO.

[neothorin]

Dancing With The Devil:

Part 1

Summary: Sampo finds himself chasing down more than just a tip when he hears tell of an aristocratic asshat attending one of Serval’s concerts. But what happens when the captain of the Silvermane Guard is in attendance?

Content Warnings: fluff, mild swearing, a quick fight scene, nothing intense here folks

Sampo knew he was full of shit. In many, many, many walks of life. Whether it be his shady, albeit incredibly lucrative, business practices or his inherent lack of regard for emotional vulnerability, Sampo was most always a man of anything except his word. It shouldn't have surprised him when this trend seeped into his affections. Well, that is if one can call the relationship between a captain and his most elusive bounty affectionate. Thankfully, that's where the vague silver lining of Sampo's nature makes its grand appearance: sheer romantic delusion.

As he strolled languidly through one of Boulder Town's few marketplaces, the poor man couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the conclusion of his last voyage to the surface.

The rush of the wind in his hair, the clamoring of the guards yards behind him, the racing thoughts of passages and shortcuts through the administrative district known only to him. All of a sudden, a pair of steadier, longer, quicker strides would cut through the kerfuffle, ringing out from directly behind Sampo.

Ah, right on time.

“You're not getting away this time, Koski!” Sharp as a knife, the man's voice would toll like a church bell behind him. The captain must be closing in on him. Again. Against his better judgment, Sampo glanced back-

“Hello? Sampo? Wildfire to Koski, do you read me?” an unwelcome call sounded beside him. He let out a soft gasp before turning swiftly to the familiar lady now at his side.

“Seele! Don't sneak up on me like that, I'll have a heart attack. It's in my blood, you know.” he fanned himself lightly, gingerly flourishing his other hand up to his temple.

“Save it, I see that look, lover-boy,” Seele grinned mercilessly. “It's him again, isn't it?”

Sampo groaned in annoyance and dropped both hands to his sides. She always had a way of shattering his perfect little walks down memory lane.

“Don't you have something better to be doing?”

“Oh absolutely I do. In fact, I'll keep this nice little tip all to myself. Maybe I'll even find another under-worldly fruit basket to give it to instead.” Seele shrugged and turned heel. Sampo's eyes widened as he stammered over himself briefly before blocking her path. An incredulous brow raised up in question.

“You? You're actually investing in my colorful little company? My thanks for supporting a small business, every little bit helps. Did I mention we do freebies with every order?” he rattled off quicker than a used cable-car salesman. As smoothly as he ran his mock pitch, Sampo was definitely thrown off his rhythm. Truth be told (for once), this was highly unlike Seele. A great deal of nagging in regards to his various escapades was typical, certainly. Routine, even. But never in a million light years would he have imagined her tipping him off.

“And to what do I owe this exceedingly rare occasion?” he questioned.

“First of all, no, never.” Seele shot him a look. “And for the record, I still haven't finished talking your ear off for your carelessness last time,” she grumbled through gritted teeth. Sampo's expression deadpanned as he sighed.

“Oh fine, fine. Just get to the point already.”

Seele took a deep breath before beginning again, “Serval has a gig tonight at the workshop, and someone in attendance is practically dripping with shields. If you're up for going topside, I'll give you her description.” Sampo visibly shuddered. The thought of attending one of Serval's concerts sounded wonderful in a musical sense. Nobody could deny her talent and passion. The thought of the musician themself, however, sent a chill down his spine. It would take a hefty payout for Sampo to agree to that level of exposure therapy.

“And what's in it for me?”

“Whatever she has on her that you can take without getting caught. Plus me off your back for a minute.” Seele's lip curled ever so slightly. “Oh and I believe a certain captain of the guard may be in attendance.” Sampo pretended to ignore the head rush and accompanying rouge tinting his complexion.

“Oh, hush it you,” the man mumbled, spreading a hand across his face to rub his temples. He paused for a minute before landing on his final hesitation.

“You know, in all of this, you still haven't fully explained exactly why you're breaking from your typical scolding to play cops and robbers. Who is this person to you? And what in the world could they have done to motivate you to seek me out?” Sampo prodded, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left. He folded his arms delicately, and Seele froze for a split second.

“What does it matter to you? There's money, go get em boy, fetch,” Seele answered sarcastically. Sampo raised his brows once again. He didn't buy that for a second. And Seele knew it. She let out a gruff sigh before balling her fists at her sides.

“She's pretentious. She's ugly. She's a spoiled, loudmouthed idiot preaching uninformed and ridiculous rhetoric to a rather large audience, and-”

“You mean she's shit-talking your Bronya,” Sampo interrupted. Seele stopped dead in her tracks and glared him down.

“Oh she is, isn't she?” A smugly drawn grin scribbled its way across Sampo's face as he watched Seele tense up, lips pursed and cheeks puffed. It was sweet how quickly she and Bronya had grown close. Sampo stifled a laugh remembering the animosity of their first encounters with each other. In comparison to their budding romance, their meeting may as well have been a court trial.

'Classic enemies to lovers.' he thought to himself.

“For the record, it's far more than 'shit-talking', asshole.” Seele barked. “She's the Supreme Guardian now, she has to be far more wary of senseless criticism. What if some of this mouth-breather's ideas start spreading, gaining traction. They could run a smear campaign, they could shift the Overton window, they could even-”

“Alright! Alright I get it already, aeons,” Sampo swiftly brought his hands up to his waist and huffed. “You don't have to justify being protective of your girlfriend, you know. And since when were you so involved in politics? What the hell is an Overton anyway?!”

Seele scoffed right back, rolling her eyes as a light dusty rose bloomed across her cheeks.

“Do you want the tip or not, you fucking rat?” Seele seethed as the embarrassment of the situation overtook her rationale. The man's demeanor shifted in an instant, and he took a slight step back.

“Yes. Pretty please?” Sampo batted his eyelashes daintily as the irises beneath them glimmered with the promise of shields. Seele sighed and brought her voice down to a soft whisper.

“Not a word to anyone about this, especially not our new Supreme Guardian.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, compatriot!”

“I hate you.”

___________________

Sampo should have expected Seele's description of his next paycheck to hold some merit. To his credit, he did to a degree. But the sheer volume of bullshit this woman spouted was a bit much to fully grasp. Between the snapshots of her B-grade attempts at a model's makeup styling and her oddly well maintained clothing, he could already tell exactly the type of person she was. But the firsthand accounts of her slander towards the lady Bronya were enough to move even him to violence. The priss in question, a one Ms. Kalaith, had gone so far as to create a blog dedicated to the critique of Bronya's leadership. Within it were at least a dozen posts tearing into Bronya's hide like a chainsaw. Critiques of everything as large as her overarching political ideals all the way down to how she chose to dress in office.

“Jesus, this early? Give her a chance at the very least,” Sampo thought as he skimmed the entries, shaking his head in disapproval. The man was never one for politics, but the venom contained in these paragraphs was more than enough to fuel the fire behind his little ATM errand. As he neared the entrance to the overworld, his mind couldn't help but wander to its residents. As well as its authoritative body.

“The Silvermane Guard..,” Sampo mentally trailed off. A thin wisp of a smile settled on his lips as he recalled his adversaries up top. As well as their studious captain.

Gepard Landau had headed off the Silvermane Guards for quite awhile now. And so long as had been captain, so long had their dance flowed on. A thrilling chase here, a narrow escape there. And of course, none of this would be complete without the almost amorous banter between the two.

“Of course not! I have absolute faith in you, Geppie!” Sampo shouted over his shoulder before sprinting down a narrow, decrepit alleyway he was certain a man of Gepard's stature and rigidity couldn't clear. He vaulted a worn supply crate, hitting the ground running before slyly chuckling under his breath.

'Too slow, cap'.' he thought to himself.

One could imagine his surprise when a loud grunt of effort echoed down the alley. Sampo shot a glance backward and his eyes widened with horror. Not only was Gepard keeping pace with the felon; He was gaining on him.

'Shit,' Sampo thought as he frantically searched for ways to gain the upper hand. Spying none, he returned to his roots.

“Wow, you're getting quicker! Have you been working out?” he called over his shoulder. He vaguely heard the captain sputter behind him.

“I train relentlessly to prepare for these exact encounters, you lowlife!” Gepard snapped from behind him.

“Really? All that just for little old me? Oh Geppie, you shouldn't have!” Sampo laughed before finally setting his sights on a window ledge jutting from the side of the slim passage.

Smirking, the criminal leapt for the platform, hoping to gain access to a rooftop or at least vary up his tread. As usual: disaster struck. The flimsy aging stone crumbled beneath his weight and sent him somersaulting forward into the pavement with a loud 'oomph!'. Sampo groaned in pain, attempting to get his footing beneath him again. It was then that something, rather someone, slammed into his side with the force of a linebacker, pinning his arms to his sides.

“Sampo Koski,” Captain Gepard huffed, heaving over-top the ruffled crook, “You're under arrest.”

“The fuck I am-” Sampo raised a brow in offense as he swiftly shifted his weight to slam Gepard into the wall of the alley. He let out a gasp as the impact stole the breath from his lungs. Sampo leapt up quickly pressing the heel of his boot into the captain's sternum. He watched as Gepard coughed, almost retching from the impact. His gaze lifted to Sampo's, seething with frustration. Deep beneath it, Sampo almost thought he detected an undertone of relief. And further down, something he couldn't quite put a finger on. The captain coughed again, this time convulsing mildly.

'Shit,' Sampo thought once more. He gingerly lifted his boot and winced.

“Ooh, sorry. That was a bit rougher than intended,” he apologized. “You alright down there, Gep-?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Gepard spat, maintaining his icy stare. It required every bit of Sampo's resolve not to break off eye contact immediately.

'If looks could kill,' he remarked wryly in his head.

It was then that Gepard swept a leg out towards Sampo's ankles. He jumped back with a start, chuckling as he did.

“Easy, cap. That wall was none too forgiving,” Sampo remarked. His hand raised instinctively to help Gepard up, but he quickly concealed it as a dismissive wave.

“I'll get you for this, Koski. I swear-” Gepard grunted, attempting to prop himself up on a shaking elbow. This window of escape would have been perfect. But something in Sampo compelled him to stay. For a moment, his facade flickered, and he frowned softly.

“Are you hurt?”

Gepard's glare morphed into disbelief.

“What?”

“I said, 'Are you hurt?',” Sampo repeated softly. Gepard's ocean eyes were churning with tide. That same emotion breaking through the waves just long enough for Sampo to notice, and yet too fleeting to identify. When the captain spoke, his tone had softened to a begrudging huff.

“No, I'm perfectly fine.” he breathed out slowly, still recovering from the loss of air. He parted his lips, as if about to ask something. But in the distance, the pair heard a stampede of Silvermane Guards nearing their alley. Sampo sighed before retreating back into himself.

“Sorry Goldilocks,” Sampo grimaced before carefully tossing one of his signature smoke bombs onto the pavement.

“Sampo, wait-” Gepard started.

'He said my name.'

But the plumes of smoke were already rising.

As Gepard cursed and coughed, Sampo decided to take a risk. He took a cautious stride towards the captain's voice and sensed the outline of him at his feet. In one fluid motion, he knelt down, smiled gently, and whispered:

“Til next time, dear.”

A bitter chill swept Sampo's bangs into his eyes, signaling his arrival in the overworld of Belobog. He shook the thoughts of Gepard from his head. That was right. He had a job to do.

(There’s Part 1 Folks! If you liked this, please feel free to like and reblog or pass it along! I sincerely hope you enjoyed, and worry not, I’m working on part 2 as I type. Hope you enjoyed! -Thorin)

[Divider Credits: @thecutestgrotto !!]

[violetstormms]

Sun and Moon x reader Mermay fics 2024

Its May so you know what that means: mermaids of all shapes and sizes. I have assembled a good selection of Sun/Moon x reader stories here each with their own styles and vibes so remember to check the tags and enjoy :)

Eating Krill by NaffEclipse

  archiveofourown.org/works/55954168/chapters/142093987

You are a humpback siren. You are large, powerful, and untouchable, but one rivals you—an orca siren. The lone siren challenges your might with his very presence, refusing to flee your waters nor concede to your superiority.

With blood and pride, you will sink him.

The Seal and the Stones by Robin_Green

  archiveofourown.org/works/55603084/chapters/141126004

A Fishy Business Rewrite

Attacked and almost killed by sea devils, I manage to escape and hide in a cave only to be found by something... not quite human. Too weak to get away and with the beasts that wanted to eat me waiting outside, this landwalker kidnaps me, taking me to his ship. This is where I find that there are not one but two of these metal creatures.

A story where the main character is a mermaid and is rescued/kidnapped by Sun and Moon

(Yes. I did lift this summary directly from Fishy Business.)

Black Waters by JokerSVendetta

  archiveofourown.org/works/56002483/chapters/142229146

You stayed away from other pods after your loss, but your heart still aches for company. You are social creatures, after all.

Will you ever be able to let someone in?

Mermay but you're the mer

Caught in Your Net by EssenceDoesStuff

  archiveofourown.org/works/54984274/chapters/139386190

You’re the captain of the most feared pirate ship in the seas, the Star Runner. However, when you raid another pirate’s ship and find two mers trapped in his nets, things start to change. You expect to never see the mers again, until they start gifting you with treasures to express their gratitude. Will you eventually return their affections? And what’s going on with all these storms?

A Lucky Charm by Existenial_Crisis

  archiveofourown.org/works/55609099/chapters/141143251

Sailors tend to be superstitious, and sailors of the stars are no different. It’s tradition to bring a good luck charm with them when they go on a long voyage for safety.

Unfortunately, that means me.

And I think my luck ran out.

Warmer Waters by ClaysBots

  archiveofourown.org/works/56008525/chapters/142246252

You are a deep sea mer, living alone, far from others. But when the amount of good prey drops to almost nothing, you're forced to venture into the shallows.

What will you find in this unfamiliar territory, and what will find you?

Under the Juniper Tree by Snufcake

  archiveofourown.org/works/55607443/chapters/141138769

One storm leads to your whole life changing, In more ways than one.

Another Great Day of Saving the Sharks by Kezibun

  archiveofourown.org/works/56002465/chapters/142229113

There are many benefits of being a marine biologist, one of which you enjoy is researching Mer-creatures, more spesifically Celestials.

Celestial Mers also known as The Sun and Moon Sea monsters, are fish mimicking mer creatures, one active at day the other at night, they usually pair up in a mutual symbiotic relationship they rely so heavily on eachother that now it's almost imposible for one to survive without the other. So what happens when one is seporated from it's daycare? An impending rescue mission of course.

Celestial Scales byAnxiouscr0w

  archiveofourown.org/works/56163733/chapters/142673113

A hotspring surrounded by dense jungle, only two miles from Baywind village, acts as a safe space for you after long days. With each passing day over the years, you've felt like you're being watched, eventually being approached by a small group of merfolk. One wants to befriend you, one would die if it meant killing you too... and neither of them are telling the truth about the pair of eyes in the fissure.

The Treasure of The Equinox by Chat_Rivary

  archiveofourown.org/works/56091979/chapters/142472371

When his sailors caught a Mer in nets, Eclipse, the infamous Capitain of the Equinox, knew that he was going to be rich. It wasn't every day that a specimen of the Mer like you was captured, and he knew he could sell you at a more than fair price.

What the pirate captain didn't know was that your arrival, in addition to the promise of gold, would bring him something he'd never dreamed of.

Whether it was because of your personality, your beauty, your intelligence or your species, Eclipse knew that his life would never be the same again because of you, whether it was because of the money you were going to bring him or the feelings you were inevitably making him develop...

A Step by Step Guide on Mermaid Courtship by foggystarrs

  archiveofourown.org/works/55731688/chapters/141477898

You find two merpeople stuck in a fisherman's net and decide to help free them.

You don't expect to see them again after that night, but it turns out that they have other plans. As you're suddenly being showered with gifts and shiny trinkets from the depths of the ocean, you start to wonder what you've gotten yourself into.

After all, you didn't expect the two mers to suddenly start courting you.

or basically, Mer! Sun & Moon try to romance the reader, but reader is as dense as a rock.

[rea-grimm]

Werewolf Shanks - Looking through his eyes

You hated this life. At the age of nine, you were kidnapped by slave traders along with other children from a village full of hybrids and supernaturals and then sold to other islands as cheap labor.

You didn't know if it was luck or bad luck, but you were the only one they kept. They used you as a major draw to attract customers. An exotic dancer with a graceful body and fox-like features who could charm anyone with her moves. 

But even though you were a slave, you were their second most valuable treasure. Money, of course, came first. But if they had to sacrifice the ship or you, they would sacrifice the ship, because thanks to your efforts, they could easily afford a new one. 

As you were guarded, no one could touch you. You were glad for that. Though that didn't apply if there were few buyers, or if you were on a poor island.

Then the captain got mad, drunk, and more than once you had to cover up purple and yellow bruises or a black eye or a busted lip during a performance. But he never dared to break a bone. Then you wouldn't be able to dance and it would be a loss for them.

Your only consolation was the dream of freedom and the ability you had because of your devil fruit. It was the ability to see the world through the eyes of your soul mate.

Even though you had no idea who he was, you envied his freedom. In addition, you had another special quality that made you even more precious and exotic. You were a kitsune. You had fox ears and a few bushy tails that had grown over the years. Now you had a total of three. 

Most of the time, you caught the one whose eyes you could see in a pub, laughing and drinking carelessly with other friends. Other times, when you looked at night, you saw him in the woods. He regularly hunted at night, mostly smaller animals, but many times he came across something bigger, or a bear. 

Quite often his gaze was also directed towards the sky and especially the moon. You felt as if you were closer to him because you were watching the same sky. This ability kept you hoping that maybe one day you too would see such freedom.

You sat in your small quarters, waiting to see when you would finally reach the next island. You had your own room, but it was so small that you were claustrophobic. Especially on long voyages, when you were forbidden to leave your cabin, supposedly to avoid tempting the crew into mischief.

Even though you were in your little prison, you were still in shackles that hung like jewels from your neck and arms. It was a reminder that you were still just a slave.

From the noise on the ship, you judged that your ordeal was coming to an end and that you were finally nearing the island. And you were right. 

Some time later the captain came in good spirits and ordered you to get ready for the evening. You would have to charm a distinguished audience. Supposedly they were pirates of one of the sea emperors. That made you nervous, because you'd never danced in front of anyone so important before.

But your fears were relieved when you discovered they looked and acted like normal, ordinary pirates. You couldn't even tell who the captain was.

At your captain's command, the music started playing and you started dancing. You danced and swayed to the rhythm. Your tails swished behind you like a fan, adding to the magic. You could feel their eyes on you, and someone else would have collapsed under them, but you kept going. 

You approached the potential buyers and you had no idea what you were thinking, but you wanted to find out what your soulmate had just seen. You almost tripped over your own feet when you realized you were looking at yourself as you danced. 

So he must have been here. Among these pirates. You shut down your ability and tried to figure out who it was. Unfortunately, you were only guessing, as you had no clue as to who it might be.

You were disturbed from your thoughts by a red haired pirate who gently pulled you into his lap with one hand. You were used to this sort of thing and decided to give him a little private dance. He smiled warmly at you and looked at you like no one else could. 

Most people when they pulled you close like that would prefer to eat you on the spot and have their way with you. You didn't feel that way here, and you had to smile. There were three scars across his left eye and you noticed his left arm was missing, but he was still one of the few times you'd be glad he'd set you free.

You felt a chill run down your spine and you knew you had been with this pirate too long and you had to get back to the center. Only now did you realize how the almost perfect full moon was shining down on you.

You spent a few more days on the island, and every evening was spent dancing for the pirates, in whom your captain saw great merchants. And every night, the red-haired pirate pulled you in for a while. Not that you were complaining.

However, after those few days, a rumor spread among the slavers about a blood-red werewolf that was supposedly tormenting the local inhabitants and wildlife.

You had no idea what the truth of it was, but as the full moon approached, the slavers grew more and more frightened and would have liked to raise anchor.

But your captain refused to do that, so the crew had to obey. You were so intrigued by this rumor and the crew's fear that you thought to use it for an escape plan.

You carried out your plan on the day of the full moon. Just as the sun set and the silver orb slowly rose into the sky. You waited for the slavers to take their turns. You were all sleeping in tents outside, so you had a much better opportunity to escape.

You waited until the slavers coming back from patrol passed you, knowing that by the time the second patrol got here it would be 5 minutes max if you were lucky and if not you had about 2 minutes to run undetected to the forest.

You didn't delay a second and you made your way as fast as you could to the woods. As soon as you passed the last of the tents, you started running. After a few seconds, you heard screams and footsteps.

"Stop! Stop right now you little vixen! You belong to me, do you understand?!" the captain yelled at you. You gritted your teeth and started sprinting. However, in the darkness you didn't notice the fallen branch and soon you were on the ground.

"Ow," you yelped in pain and tried to get up. However, such pain shot through your leg that it buckled. You heard the captain approaching fiercely.

"Ha, you thought you were going to get away from me?" he sneered at you, and you got the feeling that if he caught you now, it wouldn't end well. So you started crawling forward, away from him.

The captain was close to you when the moonlight was blocked by a giant figure with one arm. The figure resembled a cross between a wolf and a human.

The werewolf stood on its hind legs and growled menacingly. Even though it only had one paw, it still had knife-sharp claws on it. You cowered in fear, your tails partially shielding you.

The slaver paused and paled noticeably. He tried to take a step forward, but just as he moved slightly, the werewolf bent over you and began growling. That was the last straw before the captain took his feet on his shoulders and ran screaming back towards the camp. 

The werewolf pulled back a little, stopped growling and sat down in front of you. He bent down and put his head in front of you so that his snout was less than 5 centimetres from your face. You didn't know if this was your last moment, so you wanted to look through his eyes one last time.

You concentrated and when you opened your eyes, you were looking at yourself. So your soul mate is a werewolf? It was the first thing that popped into your head. The second thing was, as you looked around, your eyes were now as golden as the wolf's. 

Of course, your eyes weren't normally that color. You had no idea that your eyes changed color every time you looked through his. You blinked and looked through your eyes again. The werewolf tilted his head to the side before nudging you lightly with his snout. And then again.

"Hey, that tickles," you laughed and tried to push him aside. He didn't resemble a dire werewolf at all now, but more like an overgrown puppy. His tongue stuck out and he looked like he was smiling. 

You sat up, wondering how you were going to get out of here. Your leg hurt like hell and you didn't have the strength to get anywhere safe in this state.

As if reading your mind, the werewolf stood up and began sniffing your injured leg before lightly poking you with his snout. You flinched in pain and just as quickly he flinched and looked at you with concern.

"I think I sprained it," you said, massaging your leg. It was such a pain that you stopped very soon. You looked up at the werewolf, who stood up and leaned down, taking you in one arm.

You didn't resist, since it probably wouldn't have been worth it anyway, and let him carry you. You held onto him around the neck for stability. His fur was surprisingly soft and reminded you of hair.

You soon realized that he was carrying you to the village where Shanks' pirates were anchored. The werewolf circled the village, probably to avoid causing unnecessary commotion and confusion, and carried you to a small camp where everyone was having a great time.

Besides the crackling of the fire, there was merry chatter and singing. Even there your journey did not end, and you went on until you reached the tents. There, the werewolf headed to one tent that was obviously bigger than all the others and there he laid you down on blankets.

You made yourself comfortable before thanking him. Not only did he save you, but he carried you to safety. At that, the werewolf left.

You weren't alone for less than 10 minutes when he returned with a man carrying a medical bag. The doctor was a fair-haired man with a ponytail who introduced himself as Hongo. 

Hongo then treated your leg and checked you for other injuries. He then asked you if you wanted anything to eat or drink, but you politely declined. You didn't think of any of that at the moment. You thanked him and the doctor left. The werewolf stayed with you this time.

You lay down in the blankets and he lay down next to you. You smiled at him and thanked him again. The werewolf poked you with his snout before he started licking your face.

Laughing, you pulled him away from you. Even now, he was looking at you with his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging contentedly. From this angle, he looked more like a wolf or an overgrown dog than ever before.

The next morning, you woke up alone in your tent. There was no sign of the werewolf anywhere, though you guessed it would be a normal human now.

A few minutes later, the local captain you recognized from previous introductions came in, balancing a tray of food in his hand.

The captain introduced himself as Shanks. He handed you the tray of food and it wasn't until you smelled the freshly baked bread that you realized how hungry you were. You thanked him and started to eat. Shanks watched you with a warm smile. When you finished eating, he gave you an offer you didn't expect.

"If you want, you can stay with me and my crew. I don't know how long we'll be here, but you're certainly welcome. Or if you want a ride to an island, just ask," he said, and you couldn't believe your ears. You agreed to join them. You had nowhere else to go, and more importantly, your soul mate was here. Somewhere among these pirates.

You felt like everyone in the crew had accepted you into their midst. The first few days, the captain himself took you in and introduced you to everyone.

You were surprised that his crew was like one big family. You didn't have to dance to survive anymore, but you still gave them little performances here and there. They all cheered and clapped for you.

During that time among them, you managed to figure out who the eyes you could see through belonged to. It belonged to none other than Shanks himself. You got the impression that you had piqued his interest from the very beginning, and everyone made fun of you for being his favorite. Despite all that, you decided to tell him.

You hadn't seen him all day, and even with his eyes you couldn't tell where he was. It wasn't until the evening that you found him by the booze barrels. He was drunk from the look of him. Even though it was almost every day.

"Shanks," you addressed him.

"Y/N, my rescue," he said cheerfully, and hugged you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, supporting him.

"Waiting for everything to stop spinning around. Although if that means being with you like this, I'm fine with it," he replied.

"There's something I want to tell you," you finally said. Shanks got slightly more serious and decided it would be better to sit down. You reached the beach, where you sat down on a fallen tree trunk. You were in the part where no one was right now, so you had privacy.

There you calmly told him about your fruit and that you could see through his eyes what he could see. Shanks was quiet for a moment and said nothing before he laughed. When he stopped, he looked at you with his best smile and stroked your cheek.

"So it looks like I have the most beautiful soulmate in the whole world," he said gently, catching you completely off guard. You hadn't even told him about soul mates. The red-haired pirate leaned in and kissed you awkwardly. You took him around the neck and followed his lead.

When you were done, you watched the sunset and moonrise together. All was well until the pirate began to fidget. You looked at him and noticed his eyes were tinged with gold.

"Y/N now that we're talking secrets... Just don't worry about anything, but I'm..." He began to explain, searching for the right words. As drunk as he was to do so, he wasn't very good at it.

"Werewolf?" You finished for him, and this time it was his turn to be surprised.

"How do you know?" he wondered. You just smiled and tapped the side of your eye. It looked like a stone had been dropped from his heart.

He was about to say something else when red fur began to grow all over his body and he collapsed into the sand. You watched like a horror movie as his bones cracked and he gradually turned into a werewolf.

"Shanks?" you asked with concern as he completely changed and just lay there for a moment. Shanks looked up at the sound of your voice and walked over to you, his ears to his head, and rested his head in your lap. 

You stroked his cheeks before your fingers moved down to his ears where you began to slowly scratch him. Shanks immediately relaxed and started wagging his tail. He really did look like an overgrown puppy. He melted so much under your touch that he fell to the ground. 

However, instead of sitting back up to you he rolled over onto his back and wiggled in a silent plea for a scratch. You knelt down beside him and began rubbing his stomach and chest. He wagged his tail contentedly, and you got the impression that his tongue was about to fall out of his mouth.

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