#but the story went how it went XD

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: afab Character: Dracule Mihawk Vibe: NSFW yandere-ish dubcon-ish AU: Canon Prompt: Forced Proximity Gift Giver: @hellcatsworld

Summary: You loved Mihawk, and it was requited, but the details about how things would be going forward caused some... tension

Content Notes: teasing, fingering, no gender pet names or terms, reader is wearing a dress, consent is on thin ice, yandere vibes in Mihawk, but nothing explicit, no dark content, kind of fluffy, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Mihawk’s small skiff had almost nothing to it, and for two days you’d been stuck on it.

The swordsman had given you water, and food, but until you gave him what he wanted, he wasn’t letting you off the tiny boat. You’d jump into the water so many times over the last two days that you were currently in his lap.

Your wrists were tied to his forearms, each individual finger held in place with a delicate web of thin rope. You couldn’t flex your fingers enough to dig your nails into his skin, and you weren’t strong enough to force his arms to move against his will. In this way he could feed and water you both as needed.

What he wanted was your consent. Your acceptance.

The swordsman had declared himself to be in love, and had spent days courting you. It had been perfect at first, and, while concerned about having caught the eye of a warlord, you were put at ease by everything he did. After a couple weeks you even accepted his love, but then a harsh truth settled in between you and had caused an issue.

You believed you would stay on your island.

You weren’t a pirate, or a fighter. You were a simple islander and you enjoyed that life. Living on an island protected by the World Government, and not that far from a marine base, it was as peaceful a life as anyone in this world could hope for.

You would be safe, and Mihawk could come calling as his job allowed. Many of the island women had marine husbands, everyone knew what it was like.

Mihawk, however, saw things very differently. There was no safe place, but his home and his island were as close as one could get. There is where he wanted you to be. There was where he preferred to be, and with rare exception spent much of his time.

The argument had gone on for some days. With you, often honestly, walking away from the fight, citing a need to do chores or go to work, or some other “more pressing matter”.

Now that you were out in the middle of the ocean, there was no other pressing matters to be had.

Not that it had made the argument any better. Stubbornness was apparently a shared trait, and you didn’t want to give in simply because he’d kidnapped you and dragged you out to sea. He didn’t understand why it was so difficult for you to simply acquiesce when it was obvious how much you both cared for one another. Why burden yourself with work, and risk the drudgery and dangers of people when you could be truly safe?

It wasn’t the endless sea that was getting to you. It wasn’t the stern face that had fished you out of the water half a dozen times before tying you in place. It was the proximity.

The warm, muscled - chiseled - chest you had your back pressed against was nearly unmoving. Solid. Firm. Warm.

A soothing kind of warm. Not so hot as to be uncomfortable, even beneath the sun, and certainly not cold. His scent carried over the sea breeze, mulled wine and the spices of feisty cuisine. The soft thump of his heart, steady and calming, just strong enough to be felt against your back.

Even the ropes were soft, and his pulse fluttered against your finger tips.

You sink into him with a sigh, relaxing more than you had the last two days. His arms, and yours by virtue of the binds, wrap around your waist carefully. He leans down and kisses the back of your head and it almost irritates you. How he knows, how he’s so sure.

How he is going to get what he wants.

But fighting against it now would be foolhardy and useless.

“Thank you.” He says, the words mumbled into your hair as he carefully starts to undo the knots.

You hum softly in return, watching the elegant fingers untangle the intricate knots so easily. It was okay to be a little salty about it for now, but your mind couldn’t help but wander - just how skilled where those fingers?

You didn’t have to wait long to find out. Once Mihawk had undone all the rope work, he began to soothe you. One part care and concern, and perhaps even one part apology, you were sure.

Soft kisses against your knuckles and tender kisses against the slight rope marks on your skin. He kissed and soothed your fingers and arms, his hands holding you as though you were made of the most fragile of glass, moving you with practiced ease.

Soft kisses on your hands turned into soft kisses against your shoulder. Up the line of your neck until he was nipping at your skin, his hands moving up your sides.

The quiet moan that stays in your mouth is enough for him, and he tugs your dress up, letting his hands press against your skin under the cloth. You can’t keep the moan in your mouth, gasping soft pleasure into the air as he leaves heavy kisses on your neck, cupping your breasts in his hands.

“We’re… outside,” you moan, pleasure overtaking your words as you squirm against him.

“No one else is here.” He assures you softly, pulling your dress up and off, tucking it down into the boat. “I would kill anyone who dared to look.”

“Don’t - ahhh ♥ - kill people because you strip-stripped me!” you cry the words as Mihawk’s hands are groping you even more now, pulling and teasing your nipples. Fevered kisses against your shoulder trail down your back with ease as you curl in pleasure in his hands.

His hand flattens against your chest, pushing you back and against his body as his other hand slips between your folds. There was no teasing anticipation, just swift need. Leave it to the strongest swordsman to get straight to the point.

The pad of his middle finger rubs circles against your clit as he moves you enough to tilt your head back and press his hungry kisses against your mouth. The flush of pleasure heats your face, and your eyes are unfocused when he breaks the kiss. The sun, his warmth, the days before. You hadn’t been starved or dehydrated, but there hadn’t been any pleasure until now.

And now you were drowning in it.

No ropes held you, but there was no escaping his grasp. The pleasure from that single finger was bringing tears to your eyes with how quickly the rush was coiling inside you. You couldn’t say anything, his tongue was consuming every moan and need that came into your mouth. There was no room for protest, no place for your will right now.

He’d indulged your will for two days, now he was taking his due.

And he wouldn’t tell you, now, or ever, that if you had held out one more day, he would’ve given in to your demands in this. He would’ve traveled to your island enough to endanger himself and everyone else there, if such was your true desire.

The relief he felt when you caved was indescribable, and he would show you his appreciation, again and again.

[mitamicah]

Draw in my tent at Roussalo camping just now waiting for the door to open 🥰

(It is a need!!! Please let it happen 😭)

[haley-harrison]

No one:

Absolutely nobody:

Not a soul:

A random public toilet for no reason:

[teecupangel]

Assassins Creed could pretty easily be turned into an isekai. No animus involved, just Desmond getting hit by a truck and then mysteriously waking up as Ezio! Or even more hilarious, going the "reincarnated as a book character" route for isekai launch points, Ezio gets run over by a cart and wakes up as Altair, whose journal he'd been reading the night before.

Regardless of who transmigrated, Desmond as Ezio or Ezio as Altaïr, the name of this fic will have to be “I have been transmigrated as the legendary Assassin!” (the exclamation point is necessary, the shortening would either be ITLA or LegAss)

The main two ways to get transmigrated is either through Truck-kun (or Car-kun is Truck-kun is stuck in traffic) or by dying while doing something mundane from overwork or illness.

We’ll go for Truck-kun for Desmond and he’ll wake up as Ezio Auditore, the legendary Assassin from Renaissance Italy.

Of course, since we did specify No Animus involved, we’re going for an alternative world where Desmond never got kidnapped and kept living his peaceful life in New York with the added consolation of the Solar Flare being dealt by something or someone else (perhaps Abstergo with their The Eye project? Or Bill gets to be sacrificed instead? XD)

Anyway, Abstergo still released the Animus as a gaming console and one of their games is about Ezio (primarily from Clay’s sessions, heavily edited) and Desmond is hooked.

He admits, there’s a part of him that was jealous of Ezio. Sure, his story was a tragedy that turned him to a monster (or so Abstergo painted him) but Desmond sorta gets it.

Sorta.

Or maybe he was projecting.

It’s just…

Desmond wanted to know more about Ezio. The game ended after Rodrigo Borgia managed to get Ezio not kill him, to show him how he had become a monster and to return to the light.

It felt like a weak ending in Desmond’s eyes and he’d been contemplating if it was worth the risk joining an online forum to talk about the ending and how a lot of Ezio’s actions doesn’t seemed to make any sense sometimes in the cutscenes.

He just got a ping in his phone while waiting for the pedestrian light to go green and blinked when he read that there were rumors of Abstergo planning to make a sequel to Ezio’s game.

Huh.

They didn’t even care about the cliffhanger of Altaïr’s game.

Then again, Ezio’s game was the most successful game Abstergo Entertainment released for the Animus.

The pedestrian light turned green.

Desmond took a step as he read the article.

Then…

Light.

He turned just in time to see the truck-

Before-

Blood.

He tasted blood.

His lips hurt.

What?

“Uccidetelo!”

Desmond blinked.

He recognized Vieri Pazzi immediately. He had seen his ugly mug in VR for so long because he kept replaying Ezio’s game when he was bored after all.

Desmond blocked the attack of the men charging him, his body seemingly remembering the years of training on the Farm…

No.

His movements…

Was he remembering how to move like Ezio in VR?

That didn’t make sense.

None of this makes sense.

“Ehi!” The man about to punch Desmond from behind dropped to the floor as a familiar man grinned at him, “Behind you!”

“Federico?” Desmond choked, recognizing the older Auditore.

“What’s wrong, Ezio? Too surprised to see your older brother saving you once again?”

Ezio.

He just called Desmond Ezio.

Oh god.

He was Ezio.

He just replaced the Monster of Florence, the White Death himself…

Ezio Auditore.

(Ezio, on the other hand, gets transmigrated when he lost his consciousness while reading Altaïr’s journal for the last time before going to the ship that will sail him as close to Masyaf as it could. He gets transmigrated just as Al Mualim stabs Altaïr on the stomach for failing to recover the Apple)

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

I love your take on Mommy Long Legs and how it’s a critique on what society forces young girls to become from far too young an age.

Thank you! Honestly I was surprised and dissapointed when chapter 2 refused to delve into these themes the moment they introduced Mommy Long Legs. Like? Everything is there? You have a child who was put into the body of a cartoony version of a grown woman called Mommy and who was forced to mother everyone else, and you are just. Like. NOT going to explore that???? While said Mommy character had an official partner named Daddy and a baby????? Literally everything is RIGHT THERE. Why didn't they do anything with that, oh my God!

[victorluvsalice]

The reason I didn't queue anything today -- I wanted to wait until I could put this up. Hope you all like massive amounts of exposition! :D

[blackjackkent]

Can't sleep. Scrolling Tumblr. Hit a Minsc gifset. Got through reading the first image caption and then the Tumblr app scrolled away incredibly rapidly for no obvious reason.

Tumblr really said "you've almost recruited him, you don't get to spoil yourself now". XD

[messy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Agnes edition

Who would have thought? 🤭

Agnes "Nes" Sigrún 🌑RO: James Corvin

Personality: sincerity // cautious // friendly // merciful Traits: heart // compliance // believer Past affinity: writing [horror stories] Primary ability: empathetic impressions Past susceptibility: receptive

☀️Fernweh: She never really thought about leaving Fernweh… It was her place, near her family and friend(s). She felt good there and assumed she’s gonna spend her whole life happily in this little town. Even if Fernweh brings back devastating memories, she’s curious about what’s happening in Fernweh now, in her true home. It’s always been her dream to work in Turn The Page, and during her ‘short’ stay in Fernweh, she started thinking about it again. Why not stay for longer…? She would love to carry on her grandfather’s work and bring his legacy justice. 

☀️Grandpa Jóhann: When she was young, she had an amazing relationship with her grandpa. They were completely honest with each other, and she loved him wholeheartedly. Some people thought that making her grandpa proud was her main hobby. She used to tell him all about her dreams that she had, which were always wild... and also about the nightmares… It took her by surprise when her grandpa, one of the most important people in her life, started being less involved. She was hurt and began to wonder if she had done something to cause the distance between them. His decision to move her out of Fernweh so quickly after this tragic event made a huge impact on her mental state. She needed time to cope and be with her closest ones, especially her grandpa...but after all she didn't blame him. She often heard that she looked exactly like her mother…like her grandpa's daughter... She assumed he could not look at her, without thinking about her... And she could not blame him for wanting to escape that pain. Agnes knew it was the best thing that her grandpa could do for him, and she accepted it, too eagerly. She always too eagerly took the blame for everything.

☀️Beckett Warrick: After what happened in Fernweh after James she had even more trouble interacting with other people and making new friends… However, Beckett was an exception. He was the first person who got to truly know her after the events in Fernweh. When she got the letter about her Grandpa, she considered hiding the truth from him, because she knew deep down that he would be there for her if she needed him… even if he would not particularly enjoy it. It's a good thing she’s such a bad liar… Her main concern is about Beckett’s well-being. She noticed that this 'little' trip made a huge impact on him. He wasn’t supposed to be here, and it’s because of her that he–... She needs to make sure that nothing happens to her friend. And she will somehow manage to bring him back to his home.

☀️Reese Verner: They had an unconventional relationship. Reese saw her as a rival, while Agnes thought of him as a friend. She was confused about why Verner, someone of great importance, would even look at her see her as a rival. She knew there were better candidates for his games. She had only one question on her mind - “why?”. Despite Verner's playful teasing, Agnes always remained polite and friendly towards him, even when he attempted to push her boundaries. Girl knew how to keep her true feelings behind a warm smile she still does. If I can be completely honest… Agnes was rather shocked that Reese still remembered her… and was actually looking for her, which sounded so unbelievably. His concern for Milton's well-being made her see him in a slightly different light. Of course, she already knew Reese had a good heart, but his behaviour really touched her. Additionally, Agnes noticed that Reese and James’ relationship became stronger and deeper… It’s for the best. James deserves someone as dependable as Reese. He will always be there for James. 

☀️Sofia Dorran: Their bond was formed over a shared admiration for books and... the color blue. It may sound funny now, but these things became central to their lives and deepened their friendship. Sofia was the first person Agnes entrusted with her writing, and valued her honest feedback, knowing that Sofia would not make her feel bad if something needed improvement. They frequently borrowed books from each other's collections. Agnes yearned for the days when she and Sofia had reading sessions together, sipping on their favorite beverage. The only issue back then was when the book ended poorly or their library didn't have any new positions for them to read. She's willing to know how Sofia's taste toward books shifted (if shifted) and how she changed as a person. She's also extremely grateful because her grandfather received constant care from Sofia and her mother.

🌑James Corvin: …Do I really need to tell you that James was her first crush? And that she never found the courage to tell him so? maybe now will be the time? Agnes and James were always together, wherever one went the other followed. They were inseparable. Agnes even used to bake oatmeal cookies for James with her mother's help. They dreamed of their idyllic life together. As friends, obviously. Seeing him again after all those years was much harder than she anticipated. Agnes felt overwhelmed with stress from the moment she stepped out of her car. Every time she heard his surname, she unknowingly flinched. Her mind was full of questions about his well-being, life, and changes. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be happy to see her. …she did manage to hold his hand for a moment, I can consider it as a success

☀️Alex Corvin: Agnes has always looked up to Alex for their adventurous spirit and their willingness to embrace life to the fullest. She has always wanted to adopt a bit of Alex' wild side. Whenever they are around, boredom and dullness seem to disappear. They both share similar values and support each other's life goals. If I would say which person Agnes was the most willing to meet during her stay in Fernweh that would be Alex. She was confident in their friendliness towards everybody and was sure that their kindness had not wavered. Agnes was touched when she heard that Alex was looking after her grandfather's bookstore… It appears that Beckett has a new admirer, which Agnes wholeheartedly approves of.

☀️Mal: Agnes has a sense that Mal might be suspicious, but she is quite naive and doesn't believe that he could mean trouble. Although she is wary of him and finds him a little untrustworthy, Agnes believes in being kind to everyone, and she is willing to give Mal a chance, not judging him by her own impressions of him.

☀️Goldie: Agnes is grateful that her grandfather had a furry companion like Goldie, who probably managed to brighten his spirits. She fondly recalls how her grandfather would tell her stories when he once had a dog, when he was younger and how his eyes would light up with joy as he shared his story. Agnes is committed to taking excellent care of Goldie and ensuring her safety.

[mygwenchan]

[divinekangaroo]

Was contemplating the 'co written' fics I've done in my ficcing career and realised they weren't co written (or rp'd) at all, it was more that we'd bounce around developing a cohesive [canon-plus-headcanon-plus-characterisation/s arcs] framework, and identify plot points or scenes of interest, then we'd write individually and read/edit each other's works as more of a beta. No character 'ownership', just having that intensely focused and detailed sandpit to continue with parallel play. I don't really know what this is called.

[marinerainbow]

I was listening to the Davy Jones song, and I thought of Davy Jones + Calypso applying to Pocho. Aside from the sea part I guess?

"What vexes all women?"

"A man. She fell in love."

"No no no- I heard it was the wind she fell in love with?"

"Same story, different versions. And all are true."

"It was a man, who was as changing, and harsh, and untamable as the wind."

Idk why I'm posting this before bed. But I felt like it.

[mitamicah]

aaaaaa I'm so excited you got the ARE YOU from Jere!!!!! Are you designing the tattoo already???

I am still not over that and especially now with his story like how dARE YOU 😭🤣

ARe yOU 👀👀👀

I have most of the design ready i just went into a state were i can nothing but fanboy for a hot minute so I hope to get myself calm enough to transfer my pictures and scan the page so I can work on it 😍

[carebird]

[...XXL!?!]

Something similar had to have happened at least once, right? XD

[fortune-maiden]

AU meme: MDZS is now a toku and the twin jades are the starting henshin heroes.

Send me a potential AU and I��ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

TOKU AU HECK YEAH!

I admit I was sitting on this one for a while because I was trying very hard not to turn this into a Ryuki AU.

I failed.

So now it's Ryuki based with Toshiki Inoue brand identity shenanigans because I loved them in Agito, Faiz and Donbrothers :D

Ryuki is the Battle Royale one where the Riders are duking it out in order to have their wish granted. I'm going to combine this a bit with Fate/Zero where the end goal is an ultimate power, but this ultimate power is actually EVIL!

(It's the Yin Iron) (pretty sure it was also EVIL in Ryuki but I have not watched all of Ryuki)

LWJ was not supposed to be a Henshin Hero but while investigating a haunting one day because he does that, he spotted his brother and shenanigans ensued resulting in the LXC's transformation belt getting split in two and LWJ is a Hero now! ....but he and LXC are only at half the power they should be individually.

Which for ✨Reasons✨ is still pretty much on par with all of the other riders.

WWX is the favorite to win this Battle Royale. In his hero form, he is the villain to defeat and every time he and LWJ run into each other, it's a death match. In civilian form, he and LWJ actually get along great, neither one knowing the other's identity but both having strong ideals of justice. Their identities get revealed to each other about 2/3rds through and there is much angst.

(WWX also forms the classic 2 guys & a girl Rider trio with WN & WQ)

LWJ owns a motorbike and there will be romantic sunset motorbike rides. And friendship sunset motorbike rides. And angsty sunset motorbike rides.

(The bike's name is Bichen)

NHS is not a powerful hero like his brother was, but he has his guile and is determined to get the ultimate power so he could resurrect his brother. (Sorry Da-ge is dead in this verse. For ✨Reasons✨). He's friends with WWX in their civilian lives. Naturally they don't know each others identities, but he and LWJ do learn each other's identities pretty early on, and help each other out. NHS is very definitely not plotting something!

JGY is also a part of this. He and LXC know each other's identities so he figures out LWJ's identity pretty quickly. He decides not to let on that he knows, but much like LXC & LWJ he is more invested in using his powers for good than fighting other heroes. Honest!

This is as far as I got haha (JC is here somewhere too.... possibly also partaking in the identity hijinks with WWX & LWJ). Also Bonus because you mentioned this in our chat and I loved it:

WWX makes his debut in the story when JZX throws his sister's love letter off a bridge and he jumps down to get it while yelling at JZX. (LWJ witnesses this and thinks WWX is an idiot. But a respectable one!)

hmm would it be fun if the Yin Iron shards are what actually allow everyone to become Toku Heroes...

[pomellon]

or fractured void :3c

Right, so Fractured Void is one of my original work I've been poking at :D It would take place in my dragon setting with Noah as the main character of course!

The setting is slightly tweaked as it's set a little bit more in the future than most of my au works, making the dragons a bit more technologically advanced. They also no longer believe in their gods and the only way to gain elemental abilities is by taking a set of tests that determine which element will fit them best and then have a device implanted in their body to make them able to use it.

Because of this most dragons remain grey eyes without elemental abilities, many not wanting to go through the effort and risks, but also due to the difficulties in maintaining the abilities. Dragons need food containing the same element that they use to stay healthy, but in this time dragon-kind have depleted most of their natural and elemental resources. Most elemental creatures have gone extinct and elemental plants are difficult to grow. There are artificial supplements, but they're expensive and not always available on demand, so maintaining good health with elemental abilities can be difficult.

To circumvent this many large settlements with big networks of flights have moved underground, steadily excavating areas to mine for the resources they need. Noah's flight happens to live in one of these settlements.

Further depleting their world of resources isn't going to make things better though, and many of the scientists in the settlement, including one of Noah's talonmates, have been working on creating a solution.

One such solution happens to be an incredible discovery found deep within the earth; the void element.

Of course the dragons know about all 14 elements, but void has always been as mythic as the gods themselves, and many believed it never existed at all. It's incredibly unique, able to mimic all other elements, bringing high promises of solving many of the problems dragon-kind is currently facing. So promising, that the team researching it blatantly disregard the danger and untamable qualities the element displays.

I've been playing with the idea of turning this into a story branching graphic novel kind of game, following Noah as his settlement falls apart and he tries to locate and keep his flightmates alive. Decisions in the story will either lean towards Bloodthirst, Survival, or Fear all of which will affect specific events. Decisions and actions can also affect the relationships Noah has with his flightmates in different ways lead to varying results. Many decisions will also of course determine Noah's own likelihood of survival or death.

[mattiebluebird]

The rats aren't just weird because they were raised in a basement, or because they're bionic superhumans, but because they're bionic superhumans that were raised in a basement by Donald Davenport.