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grrl-beetle · 1 year ago
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Yeezy Slide
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antiqueanimals · 2 years ago
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The Sea and its Wonders. Written by Mary and Elizabeth Kirby. 1871.
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stoneartbyskl4 · 27 days ago
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Best Interior Design with Marine Black Slate Tiles
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Elevate your interiors with the sleek elegance of Marine Black Slate Tiles. These natural stone tiles offer a striking, deep black finish that adds sophistication and modern appeal to any space. Ideal for flooring, wall cladding, or countertops, they bring a bold yet timeless touch to both residential and commercial projects.
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howdoesone · 2 months ago
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How does one flirt while wearing a snorkel mask without coming off as too aquatic?
Flirting is an art form that transcends environments, whether you’re in a coffee shop, a party, or even underwater. Yes, you read that right—underwater. Wearing a snorkel mask might seem like an odd scenario for flirting, but with the rise of adventurous and unique dating experiences, you might find yourself needing to master the skill of underwater charm. So, how does one flirt while wearing a…
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reasonsforhope · 30 days ago
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"For years, California was slated to undertake the world’s largest dam removal project in order to free the Klamath River to flow as it had done for thousands of years.
Now, as the project nears completion, imagery is percolating out of Klamath showing the waterway’s dramatic transformation, and they are breathtaking to behold.
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Pictured: Klamath River flows freely, after Copco-2 dam was removed in California.
Incredibly, the project has been nearly completed on schedule and under budget, and recently concluded with the removal of two dams, Iron Gate and Copco 1. Small “cofferdams” which helped divert water for the main dams’ construction, still need to be removed.
The river, along which salmon and trout had migrated and bred for centuries, can flow freely between Lake Ewauna in Klamath Falls, Oregon, to the Pacific Ocean for the first time since the dams were constructed between 1903 and 1962.
“This is a monumental achievement—not just for the Klamath River but for our entire state, nation, and planet,” Governor Gavin Newsom said in a statement. “By taking down these outdated dams, we are giving salmon and other species a chance to thrive once again, while also restoring an essential lifeline for tribal communities who have long depended on the health of the river.”
“We had a really incredible moment to share with tribes as we watched the final cofferdams be broken,” Ren Brownell, Klamath River Renewal Corp. public information officer, told SFGATE. “So we’ve officially returned the river to its historic channel at all the dam sites. But the work continues.”
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Pictured: Iron Gate Dam, before and after.
“The dams that have divided the basin are now gone and the river is free,” Frankie Myers, vice chairman of the Yurok Tribe, said in a tribal news release from late August. “Our sacred duty to our children, our ancestors, and for ourselves, is to take care of the river, and today’s events represent a fulfillment of that obligation.”
The Yurok Tribe has lived along the Klamath River forever, and it was they who led the decades-long campaign to dismantle the dams.
At first the water was turbid, brown, murky, and filled with dead algae—discharges from riverside sediment deposits and reservoir drainage. However, Brownell said the water quality will improve over a short time span as the river normalizes.
“I think in September, we may have some Chinook salmon and steelhead moseying upstream and checking things out for the first time in over 60 years,” said Bob Pagliuco, a marine habitat resource specialist at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration in July.
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Pictured: JC Boyle Dam, before and after.
“Based on what I’ve seen and what I know these fish can do, I think they will start occupying these habitats immediately. There won’t be any great numbers at first, but within several generations—10 to 15 years—new populations will be established.”
Ironically, a news release from the NOAA states that the simplification of the Klamath River by way of the dams actually made it harder for salmon and steelhead to survive and adapt to climate change.
“When you simplify the habitat as we did with the dams, salmon can’t express the full range of their life-history diversity,” said NOAA Research Fisheries Biologist Tommy Williams.
“The Klamath watershed is very prone to disturbance. The environment throughout the historical range of Pacific salmon and steelhead is very dynamic. We have fires, floods, earthquakes, you name it. These fish not only deal with it well, it’s required for their survival by allowing the expression of the full range of their diversity. It challenges them. Through this, they develop this capacity to deal with environmental changes.”
-via Good News Network, October 9, 2024
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the-whispers-of-death · 7 months ago
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i want to lay grim reaper Stone on my chest and pet his hair you don't understand
Grim Reaper!Stone deserves to be coddled and I stand behind that.
Also he deserves to change his name from Bharat Junior to Vikram.
I'm convinced that the Marine Corps lowkey pushed Grim Reaper!Stone into changing his name from his dead name to Bharat Junior after his gender reassignment surgery, because like I understand that Grim Reaper!Stone thinks he's just a weapon and so he accepts the Marine Corps making him be exactly like his father, but also why did he make his new legal name Bharat Junior.
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hautecouturehues · 10 months ago
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revasserium · 1 month ago
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chapter one: a shadow of the past
roronoa zoro; 3,225 words; angst and fluff, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, mostly enemies in this chapter, tragic!backstory, flashbacks, slightly canon divergent, baroqueworks!reader, no "y/n"
summary: in which zoro will always find you, even if you don't want to be found
a/n: not much to say here other than enjoy! :)
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It would be months before he sees you again, months before he runs across the typeset of your codename, on a wanted poster with an obscene amount of Berry tacked underneath — more, he thinks, dully, than the last time he’d seen it.
MS. DOUBLE-NINES — WANTED — 90,000,000 BERRY.
“Agent from Baroque Works… seems like a bad lot,” Sanji says, frowning as he squints at the poster, smoke curling from between his teeth.
“Yeah, dunno about that,” Zoro reaches out to rip the poster from the wall, crumpling it in his fist.
“There a story you wanna tell us, moss-head?” Sanji asks, slating Zoro a long glance.
Zoro scoffs, “Barely,” but at a hard look from Nami, he relents, rolling his eyes, “they sent someone called Mr. 7 to recruit me a while back.”
“And…?” Nami asks, probing as the three of them turn back towards the bustling street market, Usopp and Luffy already halfway down the street, chattering about lunch.
“And nothin’. I took care of him.” Zoro makes to toss the crumpled poster onto the ground but he pauses, glancing down at his hands, “the Marines still owe me his bounty though.”
Sanji laughs, even as Nami scoffs.
“Well, let’s try to stay out of their way till we get out of here,” Nami says, eyes caught on the poster in Zoro’s hands, “at least in the Grand Line, there’ll be bigger fish for them to fry.”
Zoro wets his lips, staring down at your disfigured face before tossing it aside.
“If you say so.”
— — —
You have the most delicate hands — nimble fingers and soft, marshmallow palms. You’d cradle the miniscule wooden knife just so, slipping the dulled edge along the tops of the homemade wagashi, making marks in perfect intervals until the cake resembled a flower, just so.
“Okay, now who wants a piece?” you’d ask, giggling as the boys all scrambled over themselves, raising their hands and hooting like monkeys.
Zoro always held back, feigning disinterest, even though his mouth would water just the same.
“Here, a piece for you too,” you’d say, after giving everyone their due share. Behind you, the other boys would always be squabbling for an extra slice, fighting over the crumbles left on the thin rice paper packaging.
“Don’t want it,” he’d say, looking anywhere but at the tantalizing slice of wagashi, the soft lotus-paste insides nearly translucent, the pastel mochi exterior the perfect amount of sticky and sweet.
His mouth goes dry as you hold it up in front of him, cupped in your palms like just-found treasure.
“Everyone else got a piece,” you say, as if that’s reason enough for him to forgo his abstinence.
He swallows.
“Don’t move.”
His eyes flicker open to the shape of you, crouching by his hammock, a knife held to his throat. Outside, the night is thick and moonless, the seawater lapping softly at the sides of the ship.
Zoro huffs out a breath, “Or what?”
He blinks, the afterimages of the dream still solid behind his eyelids.
“Not sure yet, but I’d bet you wouldn’t like the answer, either way,” you say, your voice barely more than a hiss as you shift the blade from one hand to another and he feels the sharp edge of it skim along his skin.
You’re careful not to break any skin as you pull back, ever so slightly, allowing him to sit up.
“What’dyou want?” he asks, moving slow, fingers inching towards his swords, propped by the hammock’s side.
“Nothing too much,” you answer, “just a free ride off this island. And the next time you dock, you’ll never see me again.”
Zoro scoffs, “That a promise?”
Even in the dark, your grin slants crescent-moon sharp. Zoro blinks again, his mind fighting to reconcile the image of you as a child over the shadow hunched over him now, holding a knife to his throat.
“Something like that,” you say, your eyes flickering down to where his fingers are inches from his swords. Zoro sighs, tugging his hand back.
“Fine — but one condition,” he says.
You hike an eyebrow, “From where I’m sitting, you’re not exactly in the position to be making demands.”
Zoro smirks, folding his arms across his chest and stretching out on his hammock.
“And from where I’m sitting — we’re one alarm away from my entire crew wakin’ up. And… they might not be as good as you one on one but… all together?” he shrugs, “I mean, you do the math.”
Your lips curl into a contemptuous snarl, but you don’t fight him on it. Instead, you pull the knife away, tucking it into your belt.
“Fine. What’s your condition?”
Zoro peers at you from a half-lidded eye, “Tell me what happened to you.”
You puff out a laugh, leaning back against a wooden barrel, propping your arm on your knee.
“It’s kind of a long story.”
Zoro motions towards the darkened window, “We’ve got a lotta time.”
You turn your head away, “Maybe tomorrow,” you say, your voice low and fractured.
Zoro frowns, “You made a promise.”
You cast him a faint, woeful smile, “Yeah, but I never told you when I’d tell you the story.”
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The next morning, you awaken to a wide-eyed stare from a boy who couldn’t have been much older than you, grinning ear to ear.
“Hi!”
“W-what the —”
You scramble backwards before realizing that your back is already pressed against the wall.
“Oh! Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up!” the boy leans back, still grinning, propping both his hands on his hips as he stares down at you. Behind him, you can see the shape of Zoro, leaning by the door, swords at his side, a smirk on his face.
“What the hell’s going on here?” you ask, shooting him a dirty look, “you made a promise,” you spit the word back in his face.
Zoro shrugs, “Yeah, but I never said your free ride would be a secret.”
Your eyes narrow into slits as the boy standing over you claps a fist to his palm, turning towards Zoro.
“Oh! I remember now — we saw her on one of the wanted posters! You’re uhm — Ms… Ninety-Nine?”
You wince, sighing as you push yourself up and dust off your trousers, “Miss Double-Nines, but… close enough.”
Zoro snickers.
“I’m Monkey D. Luffy, and I’m the Captain of this ship! But… I gotta say, your name is way cooler. Did you get to pick it yourself? Or did someone at Bara-Rock Works give it to you?”
You fight down the twitch threatening your left eye as your gaze slingshots to Zoro and back to Luffy again.
“Uhm — someone… assigned it to me. And it’s Baroque Works.”
“Right! Yeah — that one!” Luffy smiles, seemingly unbothered by the implications of you being a member of a known criminal organization.
“Breakfast! C’mon — before it goes cold!” a voice calls down the hallway and a moment later, a blond-haired man in an all black suit peeks his head around the doorframe.
“Ah, our special guest is awake — so what about it, Ms. Double-Nines? Any requests for breakfast? I could do a few eggs, sunny side up, with a side of toast and some freshly made tangerine-butter. Or, we’ve still got some batter left over from the blueberry pancakes yesterday. Take your pick.”
You blink at the man with one shoulder propped against the doorframe, the other supporting a half-done cigarette, bringing it to his mouth for a casual puff.
Zoro lets out an annoyed grunt, “What blueberry pancakes? You gave me left-over potato mush for breakfast yesterday.”
The blonde turns to Zoro with a vindictive smirk, “You really think I’d waste the good stuff on someone with the palette of a forest slug?”
“Oh! I want the eggs! And can you make the sausages you made the other day, Sanji? Those were the best!” Luffy bounces out of the room with a bright smile as Sanji chuckles, shaking his head.
“Yeah, but you’ll have to wait a bit for those!” he calls down the hallway after Luffy’s rapidly retreating form.
You glance from Zoro to Sanji and back again, your stomach a mess of knots, your heart skidding strangely inside your chest.
Sanji slates you a helpless look and a lopsided smile, “C’mon then — can’t miss breakfast. Most important meal of the day!”
Introductions, as they are, take the better part of the morning. Though by noon, you’re still unsure if you’d stepped into some strange alternate universe where you’d miraculously escaped the dark tangles of your past, and into some idyllic, sun-lit story full of great friends and endless adventures.
“Mm, that’s a pretty name, but I still think Ms. Ninety-Nine is cooler,” Luffy says, when you finally tell them your name — the one that had been yours for your whole life before you’d been forced to become someone — no, something else.
“It’s Ms. Double — nevermind,” you sigh, shaking your head, feeling an incredulous laugh bubble out of your chest.
“So… you trying to leave Baroque Works?” Sanji asks, casually adjusting his fishing lines as Nami pours over a hand-drawn map of the East Blue, a pair of tiny glasses perched on her nose. Of all the members of the Strawhat Crew, she’d been the least overtly welcoming, staying quiet and keeping her distance.
And, judging by hardness that lies just on the other edge of her smile, you can’t blame her. She knows a liar when she sees one; you do too.
“Something like that,” you say, glancing away.
Zoro lounges against the main mast, his eyes closed.
“So! You must be a really good fighter!” Luffy says, tugging on his own fishing lines till Sanji nudges him away.
“I —” your voice catches and you look away, “I’m alright.”
“I heard that only the best fighters in Baroque Works get codenames with numbers,” Nami says without looking up, her tone casual. Her hand is steady as she traces a long line through the center of the map.
“It’s… a bit more complicated than that,” you say, your fingers twisting in your lap.
“Complicated how?” Nami asks, finally looking up, her gaze bright and hard and unrelenting.
You lick your lips, shrugging, “It’s just… you don’t have to be a great fighter to be… useful.”
And something about the way you say that makes everyone stiffen. By the main mast, Zoro shifts, peering open an eye to stare at you. But before he can say anything, Luffy jumps up, pulling hard at his fishing rod.
“Look! I think I caught something!”
That night, when they drop anchor, the ocean is still, and the summer air is almost too sweet. Luffy proposes a toast, to a new friend, he says, and Sanji has never turned down a toast to a pretty girl. Even Nami, who had been cautious all day, lured by the sweet tangerine wine and the tantalizing summer air, flashes you a small grin as she raises her glass.
You manage to choke down the wine passed the scream curdling at the back of your throat.
And then later, when the Millions come calling, no one notices the way you slip away, pulling all the fire towards you until you’re too far to be saved.
“Stay back!” you call, even as one of the Millions hauls you onto the deck of a smaller ship by the hair.
“Gum-Gum —“
“Wait,” Zoro places a hand on Luffy’s arm.
“Huh?”
Zoro frowns, pointing to a spot of white on the railings. Luffy stares down at it for a second before Sanji peers over his shoulder, reaching out to dab at the smear of white powder.
“It’s… rice flour.”
In the kitchen, they find a tray with a series of tiny wagashi mochi’s, simply made, but each perfectly shaped and dusted with a fine powder of sweet rice flour.
There’s a hastily scribbled note that just says — Thank you. I’m sorry.
— — —
It takes them the better part of a two weeks to track you down.
And when they do, it’s to an island of sand and trees and not much else.
“What… is this place?” Nami asks as they all hop onto the bleak little stretch of beach.
“It’s a holding ground,” a voice answers, rich and feminine. They all look up to see a tall figure, arms crossed, a cowboy hat perched atop her head. Her hair looks like it’s been cut with a slide-rule. She makes no move to attack, but Zoro still finds his thumb ticking at the hilt of his sword.
Beside him, Sanji looks conflicted at the thought of fighting such a beautiful woman.
“Miss All Sunday,” Nami says, her bo staff clicking clicking into place as she takes half a step forward.
The woman allows herself a grin, dipping the brim of her hat.
“Ara… if it isn’t the Cat Burglar.”
Nami scoffs, “Let’s cut the song and dance — we’re looking for a friend of ours. You might know her — goes by Miss Double-Nines, I think.”
“Friend?” Miss All Sunday lets the word simmer in the air between them, blithely checking her nails before pinning them all with a hard look, “we at Baroque Works aren’t known for making friends outside the organization.”
“Yeah well, maybe our friend’s just different!” offers Luffy, grinning widely, his chest puffed out.
Miss All Sunday regards them for a moment more before shrugging and slipping into the shadows of the giant tree she’d been leaning against. Zoro and Nami share a look before stepping forward to follow her, Luffy, Sanji, and Usopp half a step behind them.
The forest is a twist of ancient trees, their canopy high and thick enough to completely blot out the sun. Beneath the preternatural dark, the woods are spine-chillingly quiet. There’s no rustle of leaves, no hush of wings or skitter of claws. Nothing moves, save for their slinking guide and their own, weapon-laden bodies.
No one dares to speak; even Luffy keeps quiet, his mouth set in a straight line, his eyes tracking the lithe form of Miss All Sunday as she leads them through the undulating terrain.
“Ah… you’re in luck,” Miss All Sunday says, her voice a silken whisper as she stops in front of a massive tree, it’s roots as thick as the Merry’s main mast, it’s trunk so wide it’s impossible to see around. Miss All Sunday adjusts her hat, sweeping her hand through the air much as a hostess would when presenting a prize, “she’s awake.”
It’s you, or at least the shape of you, caught in the massive tangle of tree roots, your arms held to your sides, your body half-swallowed by the trunk of the tree itself. Your lashes flutter open at the sound of Miss All Sunday’s voice, and when your gaze finally lands on them, it goes wide —
“W-what —”
“We’ve come to rescue you!” Luffy says, grinning even as he revs up his arm.
The cigarette dangling from Sanji’s lips falls he leans back to inspect the grotesque sight before him.
It’s Nami who catches Zoro with an arm around the waist, tugging him back to relative difficulty. It’s only then that Zoro realizes how hard he’s breathing, how there’s red seeping like spilt blood into the edges of his vision.
“I — I told you not to follow me!” you say, your voice cracking over the words, your skin nearly translucent as it strains over your ribs.
Zoro ticks his tongue against his teeth, “Yeah well — we never said we’d listen.”
You drop your head, your throat bobbing around a mirthless laugh.
Everyone jumps at the sound of clapping, loud and slow and measured. A moment later, a man in a fur-lined coat with a thick set of stitches across his face steps out from behind the massive tree, a cigar caught between his teeth, a steely glint to his eyes.
“Well done, well done — if it isn’t the infamous Strawhat Pirates,” the man says, crossing his arms and taking a long puff of the cigar.
Luffy takes a step forward, “We are just here for our friend!”
“Your friend?” the man says, an eerie smile splitting his lips as he takes the cigar between two fingers and glances towards you, “you didn’t tell me you’d made new friends, Miss Double Nines?”
You wince at his words, twisting your head as he blows a stream of smoke at your face.
Zoro jerks forward, only to be caught again — this time by Sanji and Nami both.
“Ah, but this is wonderful! We should give your new friends a proper welcome, no?” the man opens his palms, laughing heartily before the forest around them shudders. And then, everything beneath them turns to sand.
It is not a long fight, and Zoro only remembers it in faint flashes — the base rumble of the earth shifting beneath them, the sky-splitting crack of tree trunks as the forest around them roils and breaks. Through it all, he remembers the sound of your voice, calling out something before it’s muffled by a pair of too-large hands —
And it isn’t till he finds himself standing on the thin stretch of beach with the rest of his crew that his mind returns to him, jarred and unsettled, but lucid.
The man with stitches across his face grins, your body caught beneath his arm like a rag doll. He laughs as he tosses you down onto the sand at this feet.
Both Zoro and Sanji charge forward, only to stop in their steps as the man cocks a gun and levels it at the back of your head. He grins, tilting his head.
“Go on,” he says, “she’s right there, isn’t she?”
Sanji crouches down, his eyes narrowed. Zoro’s jaw clenches as he adjusts his hold on his swords.
You shake your head, your hair a dark spill around your shoulders, peppered with sand as you push yourself up onto hands and knees, your gaze imploring as you look up at them.
“Don’t.”
Zoro feels something inside him snap at the broken register of your voice.
He charges forward just as the man reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair and tug you backwards, pressing the muzzle of the pistol to the side of your head.
“Let her go, and I might let you live,” he snarls between gritted teeth.
The man grins, savage and unbothered, shaking you like a marionette on tender strings. You let out a soft groan as he digs the gun further into your temple.
“Ah… I’m not sure I like being threatened on my own turf,” the man says, his voice soft as he trails the gun along your face down to your throat before pressing it the soft spot just beneath your chin. Your eyes squeeze shut.
“Wait —!” Zoro’s voice cracks like a gunshot over the word, desperation wriggling it’s way up his throat till it’s spilling out of his mouth.
The man’s eyes go dark at the sound, his mouth splits wide on a savage grin as he trails the gun back up to your temple, caressing the trigger with almost lethargic ease, clicks down the safety — and shoots.
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weepingtalecowboy · 2 months ago
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Fanfic prompt: wind has the ability to see ghosts right
What if the ghosts were using him to tell people things they are incapable of saying anymore and want to move on or whatever
But it is just all the chain's ghosts telling him cryptic threats and wind relaying them word for word in the worst possible times
Like it is just time sleeping together with Malon having a good restful sleep
When he wakes up walks into the bathroom and then he just sees a something written on his face
“He told me he wants his face back or there will be consequences”
And then he freaks out badly because that sounds familiar
Time didn’t even have the time to understand what just happened to him and if it was a weird hallucination but that man was having the anxiety of his life
Or
Legend finding a note in his bag (he freaks out how someone even managed to put one in there despite the protective charms)
And it just says “It wasn’t your fault that he (never) woke up”
(Marin and legend's Uncle)
And it just gives him horrible anxiety
Or
Wild finding a note on his slate that says “you won’t survive as long as you continue like this”
(Mipha was just particularly annoyed at him that day)
Wild took it as a threat
Or
four got a single word
“Shadow”
Then decided that he is probably cursed
And it just wouldn’t stop because wind is just doing what the ghosts want
The escalation happens when he either slips up and gets caught or if Twilight figures him out because he also can see ghosts
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tenderleavesbob · 4 months ago
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Before the war, Warriors had never experienced a jungle. Even during the war, it was rare. Not even the enemy wanted to deal with the bugs, he decided. He only did anything with the area when they realized that Lana couldn't find the home of Marin and her people. They couldn't give her an island, but they could give her the stretch of land along the coast that even the monsters didn't want. Her joy had made it worth every bug bite.
He had also learned a valuable lesson while trekking through that jungle. One he forgot about until a quest from the Goddesses placed him right back into that jungle thousands of years into the future.
Time called a halt at some old ruins. Arguably so the younger members of the chain could explore, but Warriors saw how red and flushed he looked. Warriors watched him sit on a fallen statue with Twilight, who looked bare without his pelt. Twilight had surrendered it to Wild's slate hours ago. Warriors would bet his shield that he was arguing with Time to do the same with his armor.
Warriors was considering doing the same with his own armor or, hell, even asking Wild for a change of clothes. Wild had done it as soon as he realized where they were, and now he was merrily exploring the runes with Wind and Hyrule. Asking Wild meant getting up and finding the boys, and that sounded worse than just wearing his clothes. It would need to wait.
"You look like you're melting, pretty boy," Legend noted, plopping down beside him.
Warriors groaned and rested his head on the broken pillar behind him. He wiped his sweaty hair from his face. He couldn't remember much from being in the jungle in his time, but he remembered that he had hated it.
They probably weren't going to go anywhere for a while. Plenty of time for Warriors to actually melt into the ground. That seemed like the perfect word for it.
"Hey. Hey, Wars? It was just a joke." Warriors felt Legend's thin hand touch his cheek, then his forehead, then his other cheek. Legend rested the full back of his hand against Warriors's forehead, and Warriors allowed himself to lean into it. "Shit, you feel warm. Red isn't your color."
Screw him. Warriors could make any color look good. As soon as he didn't feel like he was going to fall over, he would tell Legend that. He grunted instead.
"Wars, I need you to open your eyes and drink some water, okay? C'mon, knock it off. Open your eyes."
Nope. He was fine with his eyes shut, and the thought of water or anything else on his stomach made him nauseous. Legend could go bug someone else for a change.
"Link. I need you to open your eyes now and drink some water, or i'm going to get Time. Now. Open your eyes."
Legend sounded serious. Warriors should pay attention. Except...
Warriors felt so tired. Nausea taunted him, and a strange ache gripped his body. His skin felt too tight over his bones, like a dry, overheated cage. He wanted to sleep it off. He would be fine if he could just sleep it off.
Melt into the ground and everything would be fine. He only needed a small nap.
The sense of deja vu teased him, but Warriors was too tired to even attempt to place it.
"Time! Time, get here now! Time!"
Warriors would sleep, and when he woke up, he was sure everything would be cooler. Nicer.
Then everything would be just fine.
"Time!"
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ikkaku-of-heart · 4 months ago
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Ikkaku knew she was tempting fate, coming to this opulent party, hosted by a mysterious Lord Draven who had only met her once yet insisted on her attendance. The engineer was no fool; this was clearly some kind of setup, especially since the invitation made it clear she wasn't getting a plus-one. Frankly, she'd been tempted to toss the invitation out and forget she'd ever met the nobleman, but something had changed her mind.
The Creator Turtle whispered in her ear that she needed to go. A unicorn was imprisoned, and His Light Keeper must set her free.
So, despite her better judgment, Ikkaku had dressed up in a beautiful black and yellow gown she used only for occasions like these. The full skirts held many hidden pockets she hid gadgets and useful items in, and she ensured she had several pieces of silver on hand to use in a pinch. If the Creator Turtle was involved, then she wasn't dealing with mere humans, and silver was the best defense against the eldritch horrors she might have to face.
So far, the party had been going well, though Ikkaku could tell the people she'd been coaxed into dancing with weren't what they seemed to be. She'd learned to look for the signs - skin too cold, chests too still, eyes too predatory. There were monsters here, but still she smiled and did her best to play the part of a woman none the wiser.
Then Ikkaku found herself dancing with a pale - and rather familiar - beauty in a white, feathered dress, and while she still didn't feel quite human, she knew she wasn't like the others. Oddly, she didn't seem as trapped at she'd been led to believe. Sure, the dress felt symbolic, but Ikkaku didn't see any chains, collars, or shackles that would imply Thea was the unicorn. Yet the concerned warning solidified her hunch that she'd found her target.
"Had the feeling tonight's ball wasn't going to live up to any Cinderella fantasy," Ikkaku replied, squeezing her hand back. "But neither of us are getting devoured tonight. I'm here to get you out. Can you run in that dress? I figure we can make a break for it if I cause a big enough distraction."
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( a starter for @ikkaku-of-heart )
The chamber is immense and opulent beyond words, lavish and luxurious from the marble of its floor and pillars to the gilded lined draperies and gleaming ensorcelled lights casting a faux warm glow in shivering haloes. There are men and women in equally expensive finery from the corners of the vast world, gowns and suits to robes and sheer wrappings that was far from the notion of modest.
Music flows in currents throughout and many twirl and sway to its rhythm, couples exchanged at the cresting notes of a melody's zenith. Rarely the same partner twice - which is how the alabaster draped Amalthea finds herself in the hands of Ikkaku for the next rotation of steps. Her gown is lush with silky white feathers and pearls, but then stained with deep, bloodied crimson from around her throat and down over the swell of her chest. Rubies and scarlet threads creating the illusion of a torn, dripping wound that spilled vitae down her front in a beautifully macabre display.
She is equally as pale against the sanguine; lucid flesh and snowlit hair coiled and piled upon her head in an elaborate up do. Her eyes are huge and like the moonless midnight sky, framed by thick frosted lashes. Her red-rose painted lips part to speak; "You arent like the others," quiet as a butterfly's speech, still somehow heard over the throng, "death is in every false breath here, you will be devoured." The warning is emphasized by the squeeze of her hand; she could not see another innocent soul trapped as she was.
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draconic-desire · 5 months ago
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your yan!neuvi series got me on a chokehold !! I feel so bad for darling but it got me thinking, would neuvillette ever allow them to i dont know, go visit mondt to look at their parents’ grave (?).
Neuvillette meets his (dead) in-laws edition 😂
Ok this idea is simultaneously kinda funny but also makes me cry a bit because I totally think Neuvillette would have ensured your family’s wellbeing in your absence. Despite his flaws, he still maintains his overwhelming sense of duty and justice.
Yandere Neuvillette x Reader
(A Dance with the Dragon Interlude)
Talking about your life four centuries ago has become a bit of a taboo in the household you share with Neuvillette.
Mostly, it only serves to incite an argument, one you are always predestined to lose. The other times, it only reminds you of painful memories. So, you’ve learned to bite your tongue, to keep your past held tightly to your heart. Neuvillette doesn’t seem to mind; in fact, you believe he might prefer if your history were to be wiped from your mind completely, leaving a blank slate for him to carve his essence into.
Which is why you’re so shocked when, on a particularly storming evening, the Chief Justice himself requests, “Tell me about what your parents were like.”
Jolting, you nearly drop the book in your hands. He’s not looking at you—usually, having his gaze on you translates to irritation, concern, or lust. When he’s looking away from you, as he is now, irises trained on the waves battering the cliffs below your home, you know that means he is instead thinking, pondering.
But thinking about what? Your eyes narrow, and your heart accelerates. What is he getting at?
A hand clenches around your heart when you try to picture your mother and father in your head—and fail. Four hundred years without a visit or simple image…of course their features have faded over time. But you’ll never forget the warmth, the knowledge that they loved you until the end and supported your lifelong wish of pursuing marine biology, even when it took you away from them.
You only shake your head. “I don’t want to talk about that, Neuvillette.”
He turns to you, now, eyes filled with calculation. A judge presiding over his court. “I had no parents. I simply…came to exist. Born of the water, the waves, the sea foam, and bestowed with this primordial power.” He glances down at his gloved hand, palm squeezing into a fist. “So the idea of parents is…foreign to me. Though I have a sense of the kind of ceaseless, unconditional love that defines a family.” You know he’s talking about his feelings for you, and your tattoo burns. “Experiencing a loss of that magnitude would be incomprehensible.”
For the life of you, you cannot figure out his endgame here. Why acknowledge your loss? Why equate his adoration and obsession with you for parental love? Your eyes burn, your breath quickens, you feel the tattoo pulse with energy as you—
“Do you ever wonder about how they lived the rest of their lives?”
Yes. No. Everyday. Somehow, you find your voice, a quiet thing filled with warning. Your skin feels so hot, like your veins are laced with lightning. “And how would you know anything about that?”
Neuvillette’s sharp eyes cut to your frame. “I…made sure that they were fully provided for. They lived happy lives, believing you to be living out your dreams in Fontaine. They are now buried together, in the cathedral cemetery overlooking the Brightcrown Mountains.”
Your breath hitches, and that power in your blood begins to settle. Their favorite place. The Brightcrown Mountains, where your father proposed to your mother. The Favonius Cathedral, where they were married. And the cemetery behind the church, where your grandparents had been entombed, too.
Something falls onto your lap. It’s only when you touch your hands to your face that you realize you’re crying. Neuvillette watches you with concern, one hand raised and poised to reach out to you, but he keeps his distance as he lets you process.
You release a shaky sigh. Was it true? Did they pass with no fear for your safety, in ignorant bliss of your extended life? The thought, although morbid in some ways, actually brings you a sense of peace. Your parents never had to endure the loss of you in the same way you had for them.
You swallow thickly, your voice hoarse with emotion. “Can we…visit them?”
That sets Neuvillette’s back ramrod straight as he blinks. You’ve only been out of the house a handful of times, and he was the one to bring this topic to light, but to venture out of Fontaine entirely? His protective and possessive instincts flare immediately, screaming at him to shut this idea down, to grab you and sink his teeth into your neck, dominant, claiming. But as his silver eyes flick across your face, taking in your tears, the tremble in your hands, the pit of mixed despair and relief in your eyes, he relents.
Slowly, he blinks, taking in a deep breath. You’re expecting an excuse, a verbal slap on this wrist disguised as concern for your safety. Which is why, for the second time tonight, you’re stunned when Neuvillette, rising to his feet, extends his hand. “I’ll take you there.”
~*~
The trip is easy, thanks to the Hydro Dragon’s teleportation abilities. The two of you arrive at the large square in front of the cathedral, the statue of Barbados towering above you. Briefly, you wonder what the Archon of Freedom thinks about your situation, or if he even deigns to care.
Not much has changed about Mondstadt in four hundred years. The streets still possess an older feel, cobblestone streets and stone walls surrounding the city. After seeing the drastic change in Fontaine, the fact envelopes you in a sense of comfort, knowing that at least one aspect of the world has aged alongside you, long-lived but unchanged.
It’s long grown dark, and the heavy downpour persists. Neither of you brought an umbrella as you ascend the stairs and wrap around to the cemetery behind the church. The rain, however, seems to dissolve into your skin rather than chilling you or soaking your clothes, no doubt another consequence of Neuvillette’s magic coursing through your veins.
The Hydro Dragon leads you to a small plot towards the back. Two tombstones are erected side by side, and you fall to your knees as you read: (Mother’s name) and (Father’s name) (L/n). Lives entwined to their last breath, they soar high above the clouds.
You hear a rustle of fabric, and soon Neuvillette has joined you, kneeling by your side. He raises his arm, and tendrils of blue light pool from his palm, forming the shape of beautiful flowers. They surround the graves, a sea of blues to celebrate your loved ones.
The two of you sit there for what could have been minutes or hours. All you know is that this is the most at peace you’ve felt in four hundred years.
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hey-august · 8 months ago
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March Madness Event - Winner (NSFW | Buggy X Marine!GN!Reader)
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Woah woah woah, this story concludes the March Madness event!
(In case you missed it, throughout the month of March I posted polls pitting kinks against kinks. The ones that lost in the polls received short stories involving a bit of failure. The kink that won at the end of the month was slated to receive a proper story. And that's where we are now!)
I'll be honest, I did not expect this to be the winner. Then again, I should have seen it coming with how it took off in every poll it was in.
Thank you all for participating! Voting, reading, commenting, liking, reblogging - everything!!
I hope you enjoyed this event and that you enjoy this story. 🩷
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Description: As a Marine, you're responsible for safely escorting the captured prisoner, Buggy the Clown. Things don't go according to plan and while the prisoner remains captured, not all of him ends up behind bars...
Teeny tiny teaser: "This fucker needed to know the effect his dumbass decision had on others."
Word count: ~3.4k (I don't remember the last time I wrote a one-shot this long 🥴)
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, marine!reader, no use of Y/N, insertion sex, bit of degradation, cockwarming (not solely intimate, but there is some eventually), misuse of devil fruit powers
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“I can fuck you harder if you uncuff me,” he said through gritted teeth. “C’mon, tell me you don’t want that.” 
The teasing remark was hissed behind your ear, sending a shiver through your body. Your weak fucking body, nearly wiped of all self-restraint. A thin thread of rationality kept you tethered to a sense of preservation, but the constant pounding threatened to snap that hold.
You were responsible for locking up the prisoner - a duty you’ve fulfilled many times without issue. Over the years, your strength and cleverness helped you climb the ranks of Marines, yet this was the first time you failed to complete this responsibility. Well, you haven’t failed yet, but the more the thread frays, the more your legs shake, the more his heavy grunts fill your ears…
Your shaky hands gripped the seastone cuffed wrists wrapped around your body. Although the pirate couldn’t grip your hips the way either of you wanted, he was able to pull your body towards his as he relentlessly slammed himself in you. 
Of all the captured criminals you ever escorted, it was the goddamn clown that broke you. The pathetic clown with a face of smeared paint. Left behind by his crew. A captain who was visibly crestfallen when none of the Marines appeared impressed by his presence.
Despite his circumstances, the prisoner - Buggy the Clown - lived up to his namesake. Nearly every comment out of his mouth was a joke, often at the expense of anyone around him. The lack of laughter after each quip should add to embarrassment and pity for the clown, but you found yourself enjoying the amusement he was clearly creating for himself. It was…endearing.
As his sole escort below deck, his attention quickly turned towards you and the warm fluttery feeling you had moved lower in your body. Silence only protected you for so long before your face was too red to ignore, giving the clown encouragement to continue. Changing tactics, Buggy started spouting cheesy and overused pickup lines. Each remark said with unabashed enthusiasm added to the heat on your face.
“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.” “I’d like to report a crime. My breath was stolen.” “That Marine uniform doesn’t look so bad on you. But it would look better on the floor.”
Those comments were so stupid and worked so well. A few hissed retorts and threats of punishment were disarmed with a charming smile. You had no chance of winning whatever this game was. Secretly, you weren’t sure you wanted to win. There was something alluring about this pirate who tried to hide behind jokes and laughter that you wanted more of.
Arousal easily increases in potency when mixed with other feelings. For you, it was unexpected affection and the lure of degeneracy. For Buggy, you assumed it was the fear and anxiety that comes with imprisonment. Each concoction was perfectly portioned and all it took were choice words, overly-familiar touches, and curious glances for the poison to take effect.
Alone in the room, it only took seconds to pull your pants low enough to grant Buggy access. You leaned forwards, steadying yourself against the wall, while he grabbed the lower hem of your top. His thrusts were erratic and sloppy as he tried to find a decent pace. There was barely enough time for this moment of guilty indulgence and you both wanted as much from it as possible.
Bringing his bound hands overhead, Buggy pulled you close to his chest until you were wrapped in his hold. With his hands closer to your hips, he was able to move both of your bodies at a quick tempo. He was rewarded with a whine that escaped your heavy breathing.
“S’that how you like it? Hard and rough? I didn’t expect you to be so fucking filthy. Do all your prisoners get welcomed like this?”
Fuck. Why did his voice sound so good? And why did it sound better saying such degrading shit?
You shook your head and leaned into his touch, wanting to feel more. “Sh-shut up. Don’t you ever stop talking?”
“You d-don’t want that,” Buggy groaned. “I can feel your body squeeze when I talk. You like it.” His teasing was met with a delicious whimper.
Every word from his mouth had your head spinning. You wanted so much more. You wanted to taste his voice, to feel his mouth against yours, to feel his lips on your skin, but he wore that stupid face paint. You wanted his touch everywhere, for his hands to roam your body, for him to hold you tighter, but he needed to keep the cuffs on. Buggy was a Devil Fruit user. He was dangerous. And he was breaking you down.
Almost as if he could read your mind, Buggy started describing all the ways he wanted to screw you. How good you are at taking him. He wants to hear how good he makes you feel. Lost in the haze of lust, you barely remembered pulling out the key you wore on a chain and had tucked under your clothes. Your palm ached from how tightly you gripped the key while fighting against the horny instincts crowding your body.
You were so close, so achingly close. Maybe if you timed it right, it would be okay. You could minimize the danger. That makes sense, right? It could work. The wisp of rational thought faded away so softly that you didn’t miss its absence.
“Please,” was all you could get out as you unlocked the cuffs and let them fall to the floor.
It was like you released a feral animal with that decision. You didn’t realize just how much the seastone had sapped from Buggy until you felt his bruising grip as he brutally slammed his hips into yours. Even his cock seemed to get harder as it was bullied deeper in your body. He struggled to stay quiet, grunting like a wild boar as he rut into you.
You were on the edge of the precipice, ready to throw yourself over the ledge, when a horrible sound yanked you back to solid ground. A piercing siren sound filled the ship, signaling the top of the hour and a change in duties. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You needed to finish your job before anyone found out what you were doing. Who you were doing.
In a panic, you elbowed the pirate and spun around. “They’re gonna catch us,” you said with wide-eyes.
With all his blood below the belt, Buggy was already caught off-guard by the loud noise. Your rapid change from a whimpering needy thing who needed to be railed, to a Marine who wanted to follow the rules was a lot for the pirate to follow after losing the trail of his own orgasm. All he could do was struggle to pull up his pants as you shoved him into the jail cell and locked him in. Thoughts slowly returned to his head and weakness seeped back into his body as he watched you fix up your uniform before freezing.
“What the fuck did you do?” The question started as a shout before you restrained the rest of your temper.
“I wanted to make sure you come back for me,” Buggy responded with a wink. “Besides, we didn’t get to finish. I figured you could keep it warm for me until the encore.” He reached down and grabbed the crotch of his pants, which was baggier than it should be.
“Are you fucking ser-” The rhetoric question was stopped by the throbbing in your body. 
Between your body fully accepting the rough fuck and the whirlwind of anxiety about being caught, you didn’t notice that Buggy left you with a piece of himself. Of all the things he could have done with his Devil Fruit powers in that moment, rather than doing something, anything, that could help him escape, the clown chose to part from his dick. What a fucking joke.
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It was a sunny day with just enough of a breeze to keep the sails full and to blow away excess heat from the sun. The gentle wind helped dry the perspiration on your skin as you crossed the deck, towards the meeting room. While the air carried away some of the physical evidence, your body still burned and you chose to believe the unrelenting heat was shame. Punctual attendance was critical on the ship and you couldn’t even spare a few minutes to evict the pirate’s privates without risking a penalty.
With each step, you felt the fullness between your legs and the stretch from his girth. You couldn’t remember what it meant to walk normally. Every movement was over thought and analyzed. What felt normal made your core feel too tight against the intrusion. Longer strides had you worry that he might slip out. While it seemed unlikely (all of this was unlikely already), you worried about losing this bit of Buggy. There would be no reasonable way to explain a lone penis anywhere on the ship.
As hard as you tried to be upset with Buggy’s stupid horny decision, your body was still flooded with hormones that drowned logic and only allowed obscene thoughts to float. You were deep in a fucked up situation and you were enjoying it.
You arrived just in time for the meeting to start. It was a daily check-in where attendees would recite numbers and metrics that meant nothing to you. It was important and wholly unnecessary. The returning sheen of sweat and lingering redness on your face could be excused as the hustle needed to arrive on time and not the throbbing you felt inside. 
Settling into one of the open chairs, you couldn’t find a position that was remotely comfortable. There was minimal padding on the wood chairs and the backrests were at an awkward height that provided no support. Leaning too far one way pushed Buggy further inside and you just barely concealed the discovering gasp as a deep breath. 
Crossing your legs was a terrible idea, as it only added to the unforgiving pressure. The sensation attacked you both, as you felt the confined cock flex in its warm prison. You quickly uncrossed your legs, glad no one could see how they shook under the table.
Wicked voices began whispering to you, talking over the droning presentation at the head of the table. You couldn’t find any reprieve from what you were feeling. The only thing that made you feel better was giving in. You could afford to let your mind drift, this meeting was only to make others feel important. You had your own feelings to deal with.
Your mind wandered down to where those feelings radiated from. To the frustrating ache between your legs. Buggy was a good length, on the longer end of average, but his thickness was far more than average. Thankfully he got you so riled up earlier and all you had to suffer through was a burn that he quickly fucked away. Your body had grown accustomed to the wideness, but being held open for so long was different. Even through the uniform, you felt exposed. With each twitch from your hole as it fruitlessly tried to find some give against the occupant, you fell apart a little more. 
You shifted in the chair again, cautiously rolling your hips with the movement. Just once. And then again, under the guise of trying to get comfortable. Fuck, that did feel good. Your body shifted against Buggy’s member just right. You tensed against him, chasing that sensation, and receiving a heavy throb in response.
Your name broke through the fog you willingly got lost in. Your eyes snapped to the man standing at the head of the table.
“Is there something more important than going over these reports?” 
Maybe your movements weren’t as subtle as you thought.
“No, Sir. Just trying to get comfortable. I apologize for the distraction.” You spoke loudly, overriding the quiver hiding in your throat. 
Buggy was reacting to the jolt of tension that ran through our body. Clenched fists pressed into your knees and your toes curled in the little space available in your boots as you rode out his movement. It was incredibly frustrating and absolutely embarrassing. So why did it feel so fucking good?
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The rest of the meeting ended without further incident. At least, as far as any of the attendees cared. For you, every action and reaction from either of your linked bodies felt like a whole new event to survive. You offered a tight lipped smile to everyone as they left the room, preferring a small audience when you attempted to use your weak legs. Luckily, horniness and adrenaline held you up and supported you out of the room.
The infirmary was a few doors down and it was around the time the doctor took a break. If you were lucky, the room would be empty and you could put an end to this. The luck was debatable when you opened the door to two pale faces. One belonged to the Marine who was on guard duty and the other belonged to the prisoner being guarded. A prisoner who offered you a small smile that matched the one painted on his face.
The guard started babbling when you entered the room. “H-he doesn’t look good, r-right? I brought him h-here, but they’re all on break. I’m wor-worried he’s gonna upch- upchu-ugh, pu- v- vom-”
“Get sick?”
The guard nodded with pursed lips, struggling to hold back the hiccups and sympathetic heaves that wracked their body. “Doesn’t seem ser-serious enough to call the med-ugh medics b-back.”
You looked at Buggy, trying to assess what was going on. Was this a ploy or was he actually ill? Were you going to get sick? 
“It doesn’t look that serious. I can stay with him. Why don’t you go lie down?” Your offer was accepted before you even finished speaking. 
The infirmary door closed, leaving you and Buggy in an awkward silence. He sat in a chair, hunched over, still giving you a weak smile.
“Are you okay? Is it bad?” You asked, concerned that his flashy self seemed to be affected. Crouching down, you brought yourself closer to his level.
“Bad,” he repeated hoarsely, leaning towards you. 
His trajectory would bring his painted forehead to the white shoulder of your uniform, so you intercepted. Pressing your head against his, you waited for Buggy to continue. 
“N-need you. Made a bad decision, need you, please.” One of his cuffed hands pawed at the empty space where his dick should be. 
With his strength and stamina taken away during imprisonment, Buggy’s self-inflicted secondary imprisonment was too much. He could feel everything - how your body continued to struggle around him, how warm you were inside, how you reacted to his involuntary cries and demands for more. It felt so fucking good, so deliriously wonderful, and downright torturous.
There was no end in sight, though. There had to be a reason you kept him inside, so even if Buggy could come, it would be followed with overstimulation that could go for who knows how long. Not to mention how upset you would probably be if you were unexpectedly full of his hot cum. 
Buggy whimpered at the thought. At imagining you full and plugged. Of his jizz dripping out and collecting in your underwear. Of you being an absolute fucking mess under your prim and pristine uniform, because of him.
“Please,” he whined again.
You pulled away and locked the door. “We don’t have a lot of time. Again.”
Buggy bit his lip as you held out your hand to help him up and blubbered what sounded like, “thank you.”
You understood how he felt. So insatiable that nothing mattered more than giving into these desperate needs that aggressively grew out of desire. Giving up on everything but chasing the high, you uncuffed Buggy and undid your pants. 
This fucker needed to know the effect his dumbass decision had on others. You shoved his hand down your pants, letting him feel how wildly aroused you were. How much of a mess he made.
His groan was laced with delight and pain at the knowledge. His touch was everywhere, committing all of the evidence of your lust to memory. As his hand crept further, it came in contact with his base and his body jolted at the touch. This was too much.
Yanking his hand out of your pants, Buggy rushed to unbuckle his and expose where his member belonged. Following his lead, you pulled your pants down and turned around. Wary about wasting precious time, Buggy pressed his hips against yours and shuddered when his cock returned to its rightful place. It felt as if his senses increased a hundredfold now that it was back.
“M’close,” he warned, struggling to set a reliable pace. 
Honestly, he was about to explode when his hand was down your pants. But he needed this. He needed to feel you moving on his cock. To feel your body react against him. To feel you explode.
As if reading his thoughts, you grabbed his hand and pushed it down. You didn’t need much. This entire time, you didn’t need much, apparently. Just his attention on you was enough to pull you off the trail you were on. And that’s what he gave you - his enthusiastic attention. 
His hand moved fervently, following the cues your body gave. The touches that had your breaths teeter on moans, pressure that had your body clench his, sensations that increased the tension in your core.
“Uh-haah, uh-huh, just like that. K-keep going, g-gonna… You’re gonna make me c-” You were cut off as the feeling ripped through your body, sharp and electric. The words in your mouth were wiped away as you fell to the indescribable surge.
Buggy huffed as he struggled to fuck through your orgasm. Your unsaid words rung through his head - he was responsible for this. You were shaking beneath him because of what he did. Your sweet sighs of relief were for him.
“Wh-where-” Buggy could hardly stutter a question he should have asked earlier.
“Finish what you started,” you said, leaning into his touch once again.
Feeling your body melt against his, accepting his thick cock so easily, pulling him deeper - that was more than enough.
“F-fucking shit,” Buggy hissed as he came. 
The climax was nearly painful as he shot stream after stream inside your body. Feeling like the release would never end, the pirate clung to you and whimpered with each pulse. Eventually, he ran out. His hold released with a shaky sigh.
Buggy struggled with words to fill the next moment. Something about how this felt good. Maybe a thanks? But before he could decide, yet another loud sound interrupted the moment. A sound that was accompanied by a lurch that threw the pirate back. An explosion. Then came the alarms. The ship was under attack by pirates. You both rushed to fix yourselves up.
“I-I think that’s for me,” Buggy said.
You looked at him incredulously. Was this all a fucking trick?
“I want you to come with me.”
His request kept you silent. This didn’t make sense.
“I didn’t think they were coming. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. But it was fun - well, I had fun. I think you did too. We can keep having fun, unless you want to keep living this stuffy life.” Buggy spoke quickly. 
His explanation was rushed, but you could see a hint of honesty among the turmoil.
Buggy held his hand out for you to grab.
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Life on a pirate ship was different, but also similar to life with the Marines. Useless meetings couldn’t be avoided and petty drama existed everywhere. But the spirit and passion that came with piracy was unbelievably vast. Joys flew high, parties raged hard, drinks always flowed, treasure was celebrated.
And on Buggy’s ship, there was always more. More life, more color, more light. Dumb jokes, death defying stunts, fantastic skills, and stupid decisions that managed to work out in the end.
One of your favorite things about life aboard the ship were the quiet afternoons you spent with the captain. Afternoons that were spent laying in the shared bed, your body nestled against his. Afternoons full of stories and musings. Afternoons dedicated to the two of you, which you spent slotted together in warmth and intimacy.
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months ago
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Do you see the differences between the game and the novel Twisted Wonderland? I didn't notice much until I searched on Youtube, Novel Ace was ready to apologize to Yuu ( in this case Yuuya) for insulting, Malleus isn't our little sweet dragon boy but literally choking Yuuya ?!
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Yes, I do keep up with the differences between all official adaptations of TWST! This includes the light novel, which in my opinion has the most frequent and significant deviations from the game. It’s been very interesting to compare the two.
I don’t immediately comment on every change (of which there are many) I see unless specifically asked about it or I notice something pretty major. Some examples of the latter would be the like novels elaborating on Leona’s motives or Riddle’s flashback and the consequences of his actions.
I think this is facilitated by two factors: 1) the light novel format allowing for more space to expand on ideas and concepts, and 2) Yuuya is the most different Yuu we’re gotten. The game Yuu is very much a blank slate for players to project onto in order to easily immerse them in the story. Meanwhile, the manga Yuus tend to be the “helpful” types that move the story along in their own way. This is because the manga has limited space in the magazines they run in, so they need to keep things snappy and follow the main story pretty strictly. The light novel is able to stop and have the POV character reflect, doubt themselves, and refuse involvement because a medium that is inherently mostly words forces you to slow down and take in everything on the page. There’s no limit or demands of a book, so the events have much more time to “marinate”.
Personally, I really love a lot of the minor changes in the light novel. I feel they really flesh out the relationships between characters, particularly Yuuya and his friendship with Ace and Deuce. Ace actually has the guts to realize he was the one who fucked up and apologizes for being an ass. It’s so in line with the brutal honesty he dishes out it to others. Deuce stays up late into the night talking to Yuuya and makes them feel welcome because when was the last time he had done anything like this? Yuuya was always the loner back home, ignored by his classmates and feeling invisible. Now he has loyal friends who got his back and actively tell off mob students who sneer at his enrollment. Moments like this make me really care about their bond and make it more believable that they would trek halfway across Twisted Wonderland to come to Yuuya’s aid in the eventual book 4 of the novelization.
dbksbejwjwwhei The one thing that caught me off guard about your ask was the “Malleus chokes Yuuya” part, which I do not recall ever happening 😅 I went back into the light novel to cross reference just in case I had forgotten! I believe you’re referring to when Yuuya and Malleus first meet in book 2? In which case, I think there was reader misinterpretation involved.
What happens is that Malleus begins to introduce himself, then stops and says he permits Yuuya to pick a name for him. But Yuuya, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of nicknaming someone he just met, asks for Malleus’s actual name (something which game Yuu does not do). This incurs Malleus’s anger—“I have said no. Did you not hear me?” It is then that we get a few paragraphs describing how Yuuya goes “stiff”, a “briar-like tension seizes his body, making it impossible to move”, “fear [making his] heart race”, he “[forgets] to breathe” etc. (Fan translation by Yuurei!)
To me, that… doesn’t read as Malleus choking Yuuya, let alone laying a finger on him. It’s more like Yuuya is so consumed by fear that he finds himself entirely paralyzed and unable to argue back, so instead he submits and lets the subject drop. There’s no mention of Malleus “letting go” or anything either, just the fairy lights brightening again once his mood clears and he realizes Yuuya isn’t looking to defy him. It’s also important to note that, previously, the night in this scene was described as tranquil and pleasant—the emphasis is on how Malleus’s mood shifts the atmosphere and the “feeling” of the night.
So!! The “seizing” mentioned is NOT literal; a feeling could “seize” you too, coming in suddenly and with great power. This is a literary device known as personification, or giving a non-human object or action human-like qualities or skills. When used to describe the briar-like feeling, it’s also a simile, which is when you use “like” or “as” to compare two things.
… Besides, imagine Yuuya being choked out by someone during your first meeting and then no description of him freaking out?? And then still building a whole friendship based on this weird encounter??? Even though Yuuya has a history of catastrophizing and even thinks about Leona explicitly tearing his throat out just because of Leona’s powerful presence???? That just does not make sense. It also doesn’t make sense for Malleus’s character. Yes, he can lash out at people, but here it feels like he’s telegraphing his displeasure (via the atmosphere, similar to how his mood disrupts the weather) rather than resorting to a physical attack (or using magic to bind someone in place).
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The Rockford Portfolio
Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader
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Series Summary: A non-linear collection of fluffy (and sometimes a little smutty) one-shots about a gruff detective and a snap-happy reader 📸.
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Marine Attraction (written for Jamie’s Ocean Challenge)
When a stakeout at the aquarium does not go as planned, Detective Tim Rockford must interview all the aquarium visitors, including you.
Husband Material
You come home drunk after a fun night out and Tim takes care of you.
Skittles
You catch Detective Tim Rockford in a compromising position.
Into the Night (Drabble)*
You wake to Tim leaving for work.
Paperwork
You keep Detective Tim Rockford company while he finishes up his paperwork.
Moodboard by @saradika Thank you!! 🥹
Third Time’s the Charm
After two failed attempts, Tim finally takes you on a first date.
At First Light*
Detective Rockford returns to you in the morning. (Follow-up to Into the Night)
Macarons
Tim thinks you're mad at him.
Hold On
You wear Detective Tim Rockford's leather holster.
Until Noon*
You make Tim go back to bed. (Can follow At First Light)
Commissioned art by @kittyoperas Thank you!! 🥹
*can be read together for a mini “Sleepy Trilogy”
Dance for Me (Mootboards and Minifics Celebration)
You and your friends go to a strip club for a fun girls’ night where, unbeknownst to you, Detective Rockford is undercover.
Sniffles
You’re sick and you don’t want to give Tim your germs.
Red Herring (Jamie’s Halloween Writing Challenge) new!
You make Detective Rockford a Halloween costume.
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Spin-off AU (not part of the main collection above: The Detective and The Agent (Merge Mansion x The Mentalist crossover)
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A/N: The only story that was written “in order” is the first, which inspired the series; it’s our meet cute and where reader’s nickname is revealed 😊 Where there is a photography element in the stories, the related photos in the moodboard are taken by yours truly; which is why the series title pic above includes two pics of me taking pictures 🤭 but reader is written as a physical blank slate (to the best of my ability 💕) - she’s not me, she’s you, boo 😘
Photography aesthetic dividers by @saradika-graphics 🙏🏻
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There is one amazing linked universe fanfiction on AO3 that I can’t remember the name of but it’s a Wild join the chain story.
Wild’s slate goes crazy and 8 of his shrines are different colors. He goes to investigate the one closest to Kakariko and finds Wind and a broken shrine. He then goes on a journey to find all the other members of the Chain through Hyrule (with a lot of Wild angst) I just can’t remember the name of it (it haunts me)
However it has birthed my own brain child. What if it’s not the chain that gets scattered across Wild’s Hyrule but their loved ones.
Botw has a lot of locations that call back to old games that could make this very fun.
Let’s say the Chain arrived in BOTW and Wild is so relieved because the step out of the portal just outside of Hateno village and he’s like “what a stock of luck” and takes everyone to his house. They are all able to relate and they think the goddess is giving them a break.
But while they are relaxing Wild’s slate starts beeping. He pulls it out only to see something weird. There is a new glowing symbol on his map. One he recognizes but shouldn’t be on his map. He calls Time over and shows him his slate, he wants to confirm what he’s seeing. Time looks at the slate to see Lon Lon Ranch’s little cow symbol flashing on Wild’s screen.
After a little bit of discussion (no that’s not supposed to be to be there. Yes it just appeared) they decided to go check it out. Wild can only teleport with one passanger and there is no way Time is letting him go alone (these are his kids) and the isn’t letting anyone else go (it has to do with Lon Lon ranch)
The two of them teleport over to the Wetland stables and start making their way over to the Ranch Ruins. Wild tells Time that they have to be cautious because there is a Guardian in the area. But as they approach they can see that the guardian is already on alert and the Bokoblins near by are also agitated.
Wild and Time pause to try and take in the situation when Time spots a flash of red hair. His heart drops because it can’t be. He points it out to Wild and asking him to use his slate to get a better look. As soon as Wild does he can see a terrified Malon hiding in the ruins of the ranch trying to stay as quiet and still as possible.
The two rush in to save her (wild handling the guardian with an ancient arrow and time quickly dispatching the Bokoblins). Malon is shaken but unharmed. She tells them that a portal opened up under her feet and dropped her into the ranch ruins.
They make their way back ti the stable. Time wants Wild to teleport her to Hateno immediately but Wild and Malon are both against leaving him alone in Wild’s Hyrule. They agree to make it back to the safety of the stables and then Wild will take Malon to Hateno before returning for time. (Deportation with passengers is also hard in his body and he doesn’t want to take the risk of passing out in a dangerous location when he’s their only way out).
They call Wind on the way back so the Chain is waiting for them at the Shrine. Wild’s exhausted from the teleporting and Twulight helps him back to the house as the boys lead Malon to Wilds home. They whole way there they are wonder why Malon is here? And more importantly will anyone else come through?
Yes.
I think Ravio will come through for Legend (his little bunny symbol appearing in the map) he appears on Eventude Island because of course he does and Legeand is flipping out because that’s the name of HER island and he can’t lose anyone else (you could also have Marine appear here or just do the angst of Legend worrying about losing someone else to the island)
For Twilight you could do it one of two ways the Oridon symbol appears and they go to find Rusl (and maybe his whole family) if it’s them I would put them in one of four places: by the broken mirror by Lurelin village. Maybe in the Faron woods or the Damel forest as they are both in the Faron province. Or somewhere in Akkala because u want someone to go to Tarry town. But I think the best place to put them would be Arbiter’s ground just because it’s such an iconic place in TP. (You could also do Midna near the mirror)
For Sky it’s obviously Sun (his Zelda) and I would put her in the forgotten temple. It’s to perfect and almost tomb like plus with all the guardians it makes for a stressful place for her to be. Especially if you put the shrine on the fritz. Even if it’s not she probably would have triggered some of the guardians but trying to leave.
Wind would be Tetra or Aryll and I would put them near Lurelin village as it is the most like their game or you could throw them somewhere completely different and put them in the dessert. (I need a good place to put them)
For Hyrule you could put Dawn (the princess from his first game the red head (right I’ve never been sure which was which)) or Aurora (the Zelda from Link’s adventure the one who slept for 100 years, the brunette?) or both in to the Typhlo ruins (the island that is shrouded in darkness) I think they would be really freaked out by that place.
For Four you could do Dot (or maybe Shadow) I’m not sure where to put them. Maybe somewhere cold since Four struggles in cold environments or maybe they are the ones that go to Akkala.
For Warriors it’s either, Artemis, Lana, or Linkle and they are in the castle. Or the Garrison ruins but I think the castle is the worst location for them.
Basically the links are rushing to their loved ones side and Wild is tagging a long as guide and transport. The bigger the group the harder it is on Wild and they have to do some traveling to get to a safe place to teleport the group one at a time. Some will have more travel time than others.
You can also have Flora trying to help out and find loggings for everyone.
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