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"Hey there, it's me, the Queen of the Celts. I'm ravaging the United States again. I just wanted to let you know, it seems you got a little confused last time. You confused sinning with legality. Killing the president is actually pretty good."
Medb
#source: real time fandub#murder mention CW#death mention CW#ask to tag#Medb#Fate Grand Order#FGO#Fate#quote post#my posts#incorrect quotes#Sonic#real time fandub#funny#favorite#Orb Rob don’t look#Sky Rob don’t look#s/dl#Mami don’t look#kids don’t look
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toxic yaoi (Billford)
#Miko don’t look#Mami don’t look#kids don’t look#Orb Rob don’t look#Sky Rob don’t look#Bill Cipher#Gravity Falls#Nightcord at 25:00#Bug#Project Sekai#Vocaloid#Hatsune Miku Colorful Stage#my edit#music video#WIP
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I had a dream last night that Project SEKAI released a mashup between ENTER (A Beginner’s Guide to Faking Your Death) and some N25 song? I think? I don’t remember for sure what it was, but I think it was “Bug.” It might have been multiple N25 songs at once.
The mixing was really good! And you could download it from arcade machines! The gameplay and visuals were different, too! The rhythm game part was set up more like Ensembles Stars: Music, and the MV was first-person footage of a low poly 3D rolleraster simulation ride!
#s/dl#Mami don’t look#Orb Rob don’t look#Sky Rob don’t look#kids don’t look#ask to tag#Jhariah#ensemble stars#cipher.txt#my posts#project sekai#death mention
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and whatever the current percentages are at, use this cmy slider to calculate the color you got
#Orb Rob don’t look#now I’m curious about the ‘dirt percentage’ poll…#colors#poll post#cute#meme#q#eye strain CW
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Mephistopheles and I watched an episode of Keroppi and Friends, and then we played toys! We went outside and did a Love Parade!
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Noble steed
#Orb Rob don’t look#Boris don’t look#Mephistopheles#Mephistopheles Fate Grand Order#Mephistopheles Fate#Mephistopheles FGO#Fate#Fate Grand Order#FGO#Rider variant.#funny#cute#merch#edit#my edit#Bruce.txt#my posts#photo post#bug CW#bugs CW#eye strain CW
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What did I just watch?? 🤣
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#s/dl#kids don’t look#Orb Rob don’t look#Sky Rob don’t look#Mami don’t look#Jerma#photo post#q#funny#not safe for Zach#caps CW#repetition CW#favorite
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Oh my god, I found my in-character Animal Crossing diary. 🤣
#s/dl#Mami don’t look#Sky Rob don’t look#Orb Rob don’t look#Spammy don’t look#Mephistopheles don’t look#animal crossing#merch#Dotty the bunny#text post#my posts#funny#mauveburry.txt#crossover#PMMM#doll mention
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☆☆☆Rare Shiny Anon☆☆☆
(Very Rare)
(Don't Let it Get Away)
Eh? Wha? Okay, then.
*yoinks you from the other side of the screen*
#Orb Rob don’t look#Sky Rob don’t look#Mami don’t look#s/dl#ask post#my asks#cipher.txt#my posts#unreality CW
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I hope I'm not just the devil's number one fan to you all, but the person who loved the devil so much that he used pagan magic to create a window on the fourth wall.
Catch Chaldea staff (except Miss da Vinci, she knows) befuddled that I'm somehow stuck in the "quarantined" territory of malice while still available for whatever event comes next and also I'm sometimes not present on the battlefield because my mom told me to go vacuum.
#s/dl#Mami don't look#Sky Rob don’t look#Orb Rob don’t look#Bruce.txt#fun fact! this is where I got the idea for the mystic eyes of story perception. it's not literally a wiki in my mastersona's head but that'#the metaphor i like to use#my posts#text post#Mephistopheles#da Vinci-chan
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link to the OG for easy access
also, here's a gem from the comments
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why would 🅰️nyone EVER ⛎nconditionally lov📧 ME?!
#related to that last post#half-heartedly encoding it so no one can search this post up by accident#delete later#vent#Mephistopheles don’t look#s/dl#Mami don’t look#Boris don’t look#kids don’t look#Sky Rob don’t look#Orb Rob don’t look
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We’ll Do the Things That Lovers Do
summary: you ask, alexia answers
warnings: none
a/n: it’s a cute one
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The first time you meet Alexia, the sun is a ruthless overseer, searing the already pale blue sky into white. You’re twelve, English, slightly awkward, and profoundly unsure of why your parents thought it was a good idea to send you to a football camp in Spain. You like football well enough, but you’ve always been better at watching it than playing. Still, here you are: standing on a pitch that smells of hot turf and dry grass, surrounded by kids who chatter in Catalan and Spanish. The words tumble from their mouths too fast for you to catch more than fragments, a reminder that you’re out of place.
The ball comes to you with a dull thud. You freeze, and for one breathless moment, the whole world shrinks to that scuffed, overinflated orb at your feet.
“Shoot,” a voice says, startling you. You glance up and see her—Alexia.
She’s smaller than the others but somehow commands the space around her, her presence as steady and deliberate as her movements. Her ponytail is lopsided, and her knees are bruised, but her eyes are bright, alert, the colour of chestnuts split open in autumn. She nudges her chin towards the goal, repeating the word as if it’s the most natural thing in the world: “Shoot.”
You do.
It’s a disaster. The ball veers wildly to the left, nowhere near the goal. You feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck, but Alexia grins—a wide, unabashed smile that flashes crooked teeth. She claps you on the shoulder as she jogs past, muttering something you don’t understand but recognise as encouragement.
That was the beginning.
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The pitches look smaller than you remember—disappointingly so, as if the scale of your childhood has been robbed by adulthood’s harsher clarity. Once, they stretch endlessly before you, bordered by mountains shrouded in haze, the kind of expanses that make you feel free and invincible. But now, standing at the edge of the field, the chain-link fencing looks shorter, the goals less daunting, and the turf more contrived—newer, more synthetic, missing the patches of wear and uneven grass that seem like the field’s imperfections were secrets shared only with you.
You’re struck by how time skews memory. Is it really this contained, or is this just another reminder of how the magic of youth magnifies everything? Back then, the setting sun behind the hills paints the whole world in gold, and the air always seems fresher, tinged with the earthy smell of grass and sweat. Now, as the same sun filters through the fence, casting sharp geometric shadows, it feels less grand, more staged—as if the past doesn’t belong here anymore.
The drive here is steeped in silence, a comfortable one, though tinged with anticipation. Alexia leans against the passenger window, her profile illuminated by the last of the daylight. She isn’t glued to her phone like most people would be; instead, she keeps her eyes on the world beyond the glass, mind wandering to a place you wish you could join her. Every so often, you catch her glancing at you—not suspiciously, but with a curiosity that she doesn’t voice. You think she’s learned to trust your mysteries, to follow where you lead, even when you offer no explanation.
You don’t tell her where you’re taking her. She doesn’t ask either, though the slight tightening of her lips gives away that she’s thinking about it. It isn’t a long drive—twenty-five minutes if you discount the wrong turn past the industrial estate. You hadn’t planned to drive at all; Barcelona’s public transport is convenient, reliable, and environmentally conscious. But today feels like a day for small indulgences, for moments steeped in intention.
The Aston Martin DBX707 isn’t the kind of car you use often; its polished bottle-green exterior and tan leather interior scream opulence in a way you sometimes find embarrassing. It isn’t about practicality or subtlety—it’s about craftsmanship, the pure indulgence of owning something that serves no greater purpose than being exceptional. Alexia doesn’t comment on it when you pick her up, though you notice the way her fingers linger over the stitching on the door handle, tracing the lines absentmindedly, as if she’s trying to understand it through touch alone.
When you park just outside the gates of the Espanyol academy grounds, she finally speaks. “You’re being weird,” she says, her voice light but edged with curiosity. Her outfit mirrors her casual confidence—black jeans that brush the laces of her shoes, a white cropped t-shirt that looks effortlessly styled, and a leather jacket that has clearly seen years of wear. It isn’t flashy, but on her, it might as well be runway-ready. The thin gold bracelet on her wrist—a birthday gift from you two years ago—catches the fading sunlight with every movement.
You smile, stepping out of the car and sliding on your jacket. It’s one of those late-March evenings where the air is crisp but not cold, hovering just on the edge of warmth. “You’ll see,” you reply, your tone deliberately vague.
The grounds are quieter than you remember, almost reverent in the stillness. The sleek building that replaces the old equipment shed gleams in the light, its glassy windows reflecting the hills beyond. Everything looks new, improved, as if the years have smoothed over the rough edges you’ve grown to love. Even the pitches seem more uniform, the kind of green that’s cultivated with care rather than worn down by eager feet.
As you walk, Alexia trails a step behind, her eyes roaming the space with a mix of recognition and disbelief. “This is—” she starts, her voice catching. Then she stops, as if finishing the thought might make it too real.
“Where we met,” you say simply, stepping onto the grass.
She doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she stands still at the edge of the pitch, her hands sliding into the pockets of her jacket. Her gaze is distant, fixed somewhere between the past and the present. “I haven’t been here in years,” she murmurs finally. Her tone is quiet, almost introspective, like she’s speaking more to herself than to you.
For her, this place is sacred. It’s the foundation of everything she’s built—the trophies, the accolades, the flint of the unwavering respect of millions. For you, it’s a piece of your past, formative but fleeting. Yet standing here now, you realise how deeply intertwined your histories are.
You walk toward the center of the pitch, the turf soft beneath your shoes. You’ve chosen your outfit with care: tailored charcoal-grey trousers, a crisp white shirt, and suede loafers that are entirely impractical but precisely the point. Alexia follows, her steps slower, more measured, as if each one carries a memory she hadn’t expected to confront today.
“Do you remember the first thing you said to me?” you ask when you reach the center circle.
She squints slightly, her expression softening as she searches her memory. “I told you to shoot,” she says at last.
“And it was terrible,” you add, a grin breaking through your composure.
“It was,” she admits, a quiet laugh escaping her. But her smile lingers, her eyes meeting yours with something deeper—a shared understanding, a recognition of how far you’ve come.
You reach into your pocket, the small velvet box heavy against your palm. This isn’t impulsive; you’ve rehearsed this moment in your head a hundred times. But no amount of planning can prepare you for the way her gaze shifts, the subtle widening of her eyes as she begins to realise what’s happening.
Look,” you start, your voice a little rougher than you intended, “I’m not great at this stuff. You know that. But I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and… here we are”
Her eyes flick to the box before you’ve even opened it, and she straightens slightly, her breath catching just enough for you to notice.
“This place—it’s where we met. It’s where all of this started. And I figured, if I’m going to do something as ridiculous as this…” You flip the box open, revealing the ring. The diamond catches the last of the light, though it feels absurdly shiny for how grounded she is. “…then I should at least do it here”
She blinks, her lips parting as though she’s about to speak, but she doesn’t. So you keep going.
“I love you,” you say, the words blunt, unembellished. “You already know that. And I don’t think there’s a version of my life that makes sense without you in it. So… will you marry me?”
For a second, there’s nothing but the sound of the wind skimming over the turf. Then she steps forward, the corners of her mouth tugging up into a grin so wide it’s almost smug.
“Yes,” she says simply, as though the answer was never in doubt.
Your hands are steady as you slide the ring onto her finger, the weight of the moment settling between you like a tangible force. She steps closer, her arms wrapping around your waist, her face pressing into your shoulder.
“I can’t believe you brought me here,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion.
“It felt right,” you reply, your hand brushing over her hair. “It’s always been you, Alexia”
#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#fcb femeni#fcb femeni x reader#espwnt#espwnt x reader#woso#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso community
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OP Men got hit by the truth-truth fruit
A/N: first time writing for Zoro and Killer and i hope you like it. Maybe they are a little ooc but why not owo. Enjoy. I added Zoro for @penkura and Killer for @sheerxfiction to cheer them up. (They always cheer me up with their writing <3)
Sure you could do better than this. You could enjoy the nice weather with your crewmates. Eating some delicious dishes, chilling on deck or even exploring a town when you get a chance to dock on an island. But no, you have to fight this random pirate crew who decides to try to rob you. They were no match for you or the rest of your crew. Every single one was capable enough to defend themself.
As you kicked the weapon away, the big man who sneaked up on you, was retreating. He yelled towards his crew to retreat as well. They jumped on their ship and departed. You could only let out a sigh. Finally you have peace again. As you were about to go back inside to grab a snack you heard some of your crewmates screaming out. You turned around just to see a giant shining orb flying towards you. You couldn’t even try to evade anymore, but that wasn’t necessary at all. As your teammate and long-time crush was standing in front of you, blocking the attack. The orb touched him and he fell on his knees, trying to catch some breath. You couldn’t help but scream his name.
Zoro
“Oh no, Zoro.” As you were about to stand beside him he stood up and looked at you. “Why do I have to fall for a clumsy idiot like you?” He huffed and you couldn’t help but blink. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
You shocked your head and as Zoro heard the laughter of his crew he looked at them with an angry expression. “What’s so funny?”
Lysop and Luffy couldn’t help but laugh louder. Even the rest were smiling. “You just confessed your feelings towards y/n.”
Zoro's face went bright red. “No way…”
You were shyly looking at the ground. “Did you lie back there? And why did you even say it in the first place?”
He looked at you and was shouting. “Why should I lie? Is it so hard to believe that I am capable of loving someone?” He quickly covered his mouth and was sweating by now.
You couldn’t help but look at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t even mean to say it. Chopper help.” Your crewmates were basically rolling over the floor while laughing out loud, except Robin and Chopper. Even Sanji couldn’t help it. “Seems like a devil fruit power…”
Chopper hummed. “I’m not sure if I can do anything about it.”
Robin was still smiling. “Seems like you have to wait til the effect wears off. In the meantime we can ask you some questions, just for fun.”
The day went on as your crewmates asked Zoro all the questions they could think of. Zoro on the other hand tried to hide and fight them off. He wanted to sleep and be alone, especially after he confessed his feelings for you like this. But there was no escape. This crew is way too persistent. “What do you think about Sanji’s Dishes?” - “They are the best things I’ve ever eaten.”
“Do you really hate Sanji?” - “I’m not so sure. But I admit that he is loyal and capable.”
“What color are your underwear?” -” They are mostly black. But I’ve found one with a cute puppy on the backside.”
They just had way too much fun and later on he could retreat towards the crows nest, resting and being alone for once. This was until you climbed up and were sitting beside him.
You smiled at him as you decided to sit down. Zoro broke the silence by looking at you while speaking. “I’m wondering, why don’t you ask me anything? I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”
You looked at him, fiddling with your hands. “I have but, I don’t wanna hear them like that. It wouldn’t be fair.”
“If you wait until the effect wears off, there might be a chance that I will lie to you.”
You nodded. “You will tell me the things when the time is right. I’m sure of it. Plus I’m pretty sure, telling me like that wasn't the best way, right?”
Zoro smiled at you, and your face felt warm. “You’re right. That’s why I like you, I suppose.”
Law
“Law, NO!” You kneeled beside him and tried to support him. “Why didn’t you use your shambles?”
He locked at you with an annoying look on his face.
“Because I was stupid. I can’t think straight when it comes to you.” He blurted out and covered his mouth with his tattooed hands. You tilted your head in confusion, like the rest of your crewmates. “W-Wha...What? Why do you say something like this?”
He tried to shut his mouth, but it was no use. “Isn’t it obvious? It means I like you.”
Again he tried to cover his mouth. He stood up and ran inside the Polar Tang, leaving your crewmates and especially you speechless. Did he just confess his feelings towards you?
“What just happened?” Penguin asked and you could hear them mumbling and rambling, until you heard Jean Bart talking. “I heard of it. This might be the power of the truth-truth-fruit. Everyone who got hit by it, needs to be absolutely honest for the next 48 hours.”
“So we just need to wait 48 hours? Doesn’t seem like a useful ability, I mean that even won’t harm people.” Shachi said with a grin but Hakugan shook his head. “I wouldn’t say it like that. Being absolutely honest, could harm people. Captain is not in the right mind to lie but he can’t stop himself from speaking as well.”
Ikkaku nodded. “Hearing the truth is not always the best. It might be pretty hurtful to hear some things. Plus it can create chaos, as you can see.” She said and was looking towards you.
As time passed, Penguin, Shachi and Bepo tried talking to Captain. But he was shutting himself inside his room. Telling them to “shut up for once, you guys annoy me sometimes” even so he didn’t mean it that way. He knew what was wrong, they told him. And he also knew that they tried to comfort him. “Please just leave me alone. I can’t control myself right now. I don’t wanna say things that might hurt you. Please leave me be at least til the effect wears off.”
“Especially Y/N?” Penguin asks and he could hear law groaning on the other side of the room. “I’d love to see her.”
“So that’s a ‘Yes, Y/N shouldn’t be near me for the next 2 days’, got it captain.”
Shachi said with a little laugh.
Of course you knew it would be better to leave him alone, but you wanted to know if he really was honest with you back there. Did he really like you? Like more than a friend perhaps? You need to know and you were sneaking towards his room. With a gentle knock on his door, you got his attention. “If that’s food, you can leave it here. I’m not that hungry right now.”
“It’s me, captain.” - “Y/N I am happy to hear your voice, but I thought we said, no visits.”
You gulped. “Yeah but I need to confirm something.”
“And what is it?”
“Do you really like me?”
It was silent for a second. “To be honest, I love you.”
You felt a blush on your cheeks. “W-Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
“Because I’m afraid that I might lose you, if I show you how I really feel. No matter if you reciprocate my feelings or not. I already lost way too many people I love.”
“Would it change anything If I would say that I love you too?”
“Y/N, leave please otherwise I can’t control myself.”
“You don’t have to be afraid. I will stand by your side and protect you no matter what.”
“That’s not the problem.”
Before you could ask him what he means by that, he shambled you right in his arms. Hugging you tightly. “If you really love me as well, how can I ever let you go?”
“L-Law” you said while stuttering. “You don’t mean it like that…right?”
He looked at me with his golden eyes and smiled softly. “I could never lie to you. Especially not now. And I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Penguin
“Penguin, hey. Why did you do something stupid like that?”
You shaked his shoulders. Suddenly Penguin was looking at you and smiled. “Because I am stupidly in love with you.”
“There’s no time for jokes. You could’ve died.”
“I will die without your love.” You blinked a few times.
“Are you nuts or did you hit your head?”
“I’m completely honest there. I can’t stop it.”
While you two were arguing back and forth, Law was scanning him. “Seems like he is right. Hey Penguin, did you steal Shachi’s sandwich last night?”
Law knew Penguin did it, and this was the fastest way to confirm that he got hit by a devil fruit ability.
Shachi asked him this morning and he denied it.
“Yeah and it was the best sandwich he ever made.”
Shachi went over to him and punched him on the head. “I KNEW IT!”
“What’s going on here, Law?” You asked and Law smirked. “Seems like Penguin can’t help but tell the truth. I could try to remove this effect, but I am sure it will only last for a few hours anyways. Plus I might be interested in hearing some truthful answers. Like what happened a few months ago in the surgery room.”
He glared at Shachi and Penguin. “Like we said, captain. Nothing.” Penguin tried to speak but Shachi covered his mouth. They fought for a few minutes, til Penguin could speak freely. “We played hide & seek. And we bribed Bepo with ice cream so he wouldn’t tell you.”
Let’s say the following minutes were pretty interesting, while Shachi and Penguin got enough lectures for a whole month.
When dinner was ready you were looking at Penguin. “Say Penguin… are you really in love with me?” You had a blush on your face and even Penguin couldn’t help but blush.
“Of course I am. It’s so hard not to fall in love with you. You are so pretty and funny and I wanna shower you with all the love and praise that I could ever get you, but I want someone to punch me so hard, so I could be knocked out. I feel pretty embarrassed now to be honest. If you keep looking at me like that, I have to jump on the desk and kiss you.”
You couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Your face felt hot and you couldn't comprehend everything he said. “Cringe, dude.” Shachi said and smacked him.
“Thanks Shach.” Penguin sighed while the rest of your crew snickered.
He was looking at him directly and you could see his eyes clearly. “Is it ok for you, if I jump on the desk to kiss you?” He asked and waited for an answer. The moment you nodded and he was about to jump, Law was kicking him mid air. “First of all, we want to eat in peace and not seeing you two lovebirds. Second, don’t jump and stand on a desk.” You rushed over to him and gently touched his head. “I guess you knocked him out for good, captain.” You said and were glad that he returns your feelings. And maybe you can ask him on a date whenever he wakes up again.
Killer
“Killer. Is everything ok?” He turned his head towards you and nodded while standing up. “Yeah, despite the fact I need to shit.”
It was silent for a while. “What?” you asked in disbelief. “I ate too much of this chili and now I need to shit. I wanted to go earlier but then these idiots attacked us.”
You blinked. Your captain Kid was the one who broke this weird atmosphere. “Haha Killer. Did you finally realize saying everything out loud is the best way?”
Killer looked at him. “It’s not, but I was just answering y/n question.”
Kid groaned at him. “You’re not fun at all.”
You touched his arms. “Are you really ok? You seem different right now?”
He gently held your hand and you couldn’t help but blush.
“I’m glad that I was able to protect you.”
You gulped. You were pretty sure that something was different so you decided to ask him once more.
“Why did you protect me in the first place?”
Killer tilted his head, while caressing your hand with his thumb.
“Why shouldn’t I protect the person I adore?”
“YOu … adore me?”
He nodded. "Yeah, of course." I tried many times to approach you, but I guess I was too afraid.”
Kid was yelling. “The fuck is wrong with you? Can you stop this lovey-dovey shit? That’s disturbing.”
“The only thing that’s disturbing is the way you speak Eustass.” Killer said calmly and your crew was busy enough to hold back your captain, who was about to rage.
You couldn’t help but stare at your raging captain. The only things you could hear were words, you didn’t even know til now.
“I can’t stop answering with the truth it seems.”
Killer said with a calm tone as you looked at him again.
“While I’m in this state I should probably do it now. Say, y/n, would you be interested in going on a date with me the next time we dock on an island? I would love to treat you to a nice dinner and a walk afterwards.”
While Kid screamed and yelled things like “Are you fucking kidding me? I thought your name is ‘Killer’ not ‘Vanilla Boy’ you asshole” you nodded and smiled lightly at him. “I would love to, to be honest with you.”
“I’m glad.” He said and released your hand. “If you excuse me. I really need to use the bathroom and maybe let Kid punch me after this for once.”
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the color pink has always been there 4 me
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