#coni fics

[conivolos]

EDIT: ooooo you wanna read this on ao3 so baddd /silly

It's the middle of the night and Chip can't sleep.

He lies on the deck of the albatross, hands pillowed behind his head, staring up into the moonless sky.

The stars shine and dance to an all too familiar tune, one that Chip knows intimately, but he can't quite find the strength to recall where from.

Still, it brings him some sort of comfort.

Chip's vision swims at the sea of stars, and he absently reaches a hand out to them. they part at his touch, swirling around his hand, following every motion.

His eyes reflect the constellations, glowing in their own right.

the stars and the sky, from long ago and very far away and very deep inside him, extended a hand. 

they did not wait for his response. 

white searing light reached into his chest. 

they pulled out the strings and writing of his soul. 

they rewrote it, etched runes of whispered secrets into the back of his eyelids

and it burns

Chip watches it unfold again and again and again and again. He feels so very far away from the deck of the albatross, so very far away from his body, from himself.

the stars tucked whispers behind his ear, carved in a script he cannot speak but still knows all the same. 

they stole his breath and melded it into the stardust that now coats the inside of his lungs.

the stars had cupped his face in their hands, wiped away his tears, put the neverending darkness and light there instead.

Something catches Chip's eye.

Jay stands on the deck, her skin shimmers with golden light, so bright it would be blinding. her one yellow eye is alight in a roaring inferno, the rest of her face lost to the light. wings of a phoenix sprout out behind her. threads of golden fire form her hair, her ferin pin stark against it.

"chip," she says, voice echoing in the nothingness. "why are you awake?"

chip blinks. a haze lifts from his mind. jay frowns at him.

"I dunno. Guess I couldn't sleep."

[robotslenderman]

[VTM] Fic: Divine Intervention 2/15

Title: Divine Intervention

Fandom: Vampire: The Masquerade (His Dark Materials AU)

Adjacent Sub-Fandoms: London by Night, VTM: Coteries of New York, His Dark Materials

Main Characters: Olivia Martin (Ventrue OFC), Mithras, Roger de Camden

Major Characters: Tiffany de Camden (Ghoul OFC)

Story Summary:

A year and a half after drinking the blood of a powerful vampire, an American SI captive, Olivia, is released into British society to spy on the strongest one of all: Roger de Camden, a chronically depressed necromancer who’s quite ready to go to sleep and never wake up. But his daemon is utterly fascinated with Olivia, and worse still, the delusions she’s had since the diablerie seem to be fixated on the two of them in turn. But as the SI throw their plans away and Olivia finds herself fighting for her life, the delusion that she is Mithras, the ancient god-king of Britain, only seems to grow stronger and stronger. Worse still, there seems to be something other than Mithras living in her head with her…

Chapter Summary: Olivia is deployed by the SI to meet her handler. His daemon is... interesting.

Chapter 1 is here!

[delivish]

i'm juggling like 3 different wips at any given time but ofc i had to drop everything because i had an idea for a very, very smutty bratters oneshot

[playername-player-of-games]

🖍️ 🍄 ❤️ :D

hiiiiii :D <3 <3 thank u !!! mwamwamwamwa

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

"I'm Fwhip," he says. He takes a drink, pulls his blanket around his shoulders. Frowns. Looks down. "I'm not wearing pants."

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

pix and oli dynamic that existed for literally one episode and a discord screeshot + me exploring my sexuality = a handful of drafts and a silly little outline for a fun roadtrip fic that i actually kinda want to finish in the new year cause i think it'd be fun to share :D (and i still haven't figured out what my sexuality is like at all so, /silly)

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

WA. THANK U !! sends u some back pewpewpewpewpewpew ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[ghirahimbo]

six (plus one) sentence sunday

throwing WIPs at the wall right now to see what sticks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Revali felt the faintest stirrings of vindication flutter to life inside him at the thought, sticky sweet and malicious. Hadn't he predicted this all along? Sworn up and down to whoever would listen that Link lacked what it took to avert this calamitous end?

Meeting his mournful blue gaze, though, Revali felt any hint of condemnation shrivel to fine, bitter powder against his tongue. For all that he had foreseen Link's failure, he had never predicted his own. Superiority felt miles out out of reach above him with the cold corpse of Medoh stranded in the icy wastelands of Hebra, grounded from its once triumphant flight—and his own spirit bound and stranded alongside it.

"You too, hmm?" he said instead, not even a wisp of steam rising from his insubstantial breath.

[gladumfdoodles]

💾 🖍️🍄❤️? <3

💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as):

pretty boring actually, I have most of my fics hidden in a document called "warmups/prompts", it throws my parents off the scent cause I don't want them to know I write fanfic skdnsksnan

🖍️ Post Any sentence from your wip:

“That meant anything could be knocking on their door.”

🍄 Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___” :

desert duo + prison = the whump-iest hurt/comfort i have ever written

:]

[borreloadsavagedragon]

Ok I'm curious about this one

Yusaku and Takeru-

FIRESTORM!!!!!!!!!!!! my first vrains pair, the other reason I started watching the show besides learning how to Link summon, this is gonna be another long one, you pushed the Takeru button jdsaklgjdsk

god I love them and I’m bullying Gallop every damn day for not giving us filler or buffer episodes of just them or at least them outside of dueling more, the small price we pay for having Yusaku as the primary point of view, guess I gotta do everything around here!!!

Takeru’s devotion to Yusaku and Playmaker both, like he gets to know Yusaku and immediately cherishes him and their bond, he gets mad for Yusaku’s sake and also backs off for his sake too

The fact that Yusaku smiles so few times but half of them are at Takeru specifically-

Yusaku’s mixed feelings when Takeru wants to move back home, like by the time Yusaku starts to recognize that the bonds he’s made have become very important to him, he’s starting to lose them and he doesn’t know how to stop it because he’s someone whose spent so much time being rejected by society Takeru was someone who never once tried to change him, unnerve him, push him too far or go beyond his boundaries, Takeru was always a support and you see him really recognize that

duel links also does their reunion so much justice, soulburner rightfully angry, playmaker rightfully guilty, their TAG DUEL WHERE THEY BOTH BLUSH GDJSKALGJ

I may love rivals to lovers but good lord these two tug on my heart a LOT too

[imusama]

the electric feel festival (in honor of God)

gen enel-centric one-shot

word count: 4.6k

characters: Enel, Portgas D. Ace, Conis, others.

Enel listens to the prayers of all his subjects.  He doesn't usually do much about said prayers, but a festival in Skypiea sounds like something he'd enjoy.  It would also give him the perfect opportunity to be chummy with the terrified citizens and zap a few of them for fun.

Or, as he'd call it, 'God Enel's Day Off'.

commission fic / ao3 link (tumblr fucks up formatting)

Enel (otherwise known as God) had a bit of a dilemma on His hands.

See, most of his subjects—well, all of them—should be living in complete fear at all times, for there was no telling when his mood would strike and he’d smite one of them down.  And that was fine, really, he quite liked that, but it wasn’t until Yama pointed out that a God needed worshippers and devotion above all else that he realized, ‘shit, I have to let those shits be happy once in a while’.

So it was either he have some fun and zap as many people as he could for sport, or, in a long month of endless boring meetings and messages, he could stop his strikes and let the people do something that makes them happy.  Entertainment for a God was so hard to come by.

Which was what led him, Yama, and the priests—along with a very frightful representative of Skypiea—to sit in a meeting at Upper Yard.  His true dilemma?  Get through this dastardly affair without zapping someone.

His priests were arguing as usual.  Yama was being an annoyance.  Also as usual.  And the Skypiean—Enel never bothered to learn his actual name, having dubbed him “Useless” in his head from the moment they met—was trying his very best to not break down into tears right then and there.  Enel appreciated that someone had the decency to fear him.

Even if that someone was currently having an affair.  Oh, nothing got past him.  

Ah, even the silly gossips and lives of the Skypieans were looking more appealing than whatever these meetings were.  Enel laid back on his chair lazily, staring at the table but not listening to a word the people around him were saying.  He leaned his elbow on a pillow, and his chin on his hand, and looked every bit the bored deity he was.  If he thought really hard, he could imagine fifty ways to excuse himself from the meeting.  And if he wasn’t obliged to be there, since someone (Ohm) thought it would be “impolite” and “completely goes against everything we’re working for” if he was absent, he could be out there on the skies right now.

“I’m telling you, Shura,” said Ohm, standing up and slamming his palms down on the table in a manner of rage, “that your idea is bullshit!”

“I’ll have you know that executions were a family affair at home.”

“A family—how old even are you?”

Useless whimpered, stuck between Ohm and Enel.  At least seeing him squirm was a little entertaining—not that Enel really cared about whatever his priests were arguing about.  Really, if they wanted to fight they could do it when he wasn’t in their presence.  At least it gave him an excuse to antagonize Useless, if just for a little while.

While the priests (and Yama, who decided to interfere with any and all conflicts that did not relate to him) squabbled like the giant birds that roamed the island, Enel inched closer to Useless and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.  The poor man stiffened, no doubt terrified at the fact that God Himself was touching him—and perhaps a little bit delighted.  Well, he doubted that, but it would be nice if people would consider his touch to be blessed.

“My dear friend!” Enel declared, not quite loud enough to be heard over the fighting (vocal debate had turned to a brawl) but loud enough that Useless surely heard it vibrate in his heart.  If Useless had a name worth remembering, someone would surely utter it again in the meeting.  For now, he would be referred to exclusively as ‘dear friend’.  Truly an honor to bestow upon him. “You seem awful quiet.  Do speak what’s on your mind—don’t hold back.  Your God is listening.”

Useless, despite his skin being ashen and the sweat dripping down his forehead, looked as if he was in awe.  The glimmer in his eyes—ah, wait, those were tears.  Well, he wasn’t crying, exactly, but he sure was close to it.  He mumbled something, an incoherent babble.

“Say your words, man!  Is it not the right of the prayer to be heard?”  

He spoke again, a little louder this time—but still high-pitched, like a mouse squeaking in the face of its predator. “The people want a party!  Um—your holiness…” he added—remembering his manners.

Enel raised a brow, leaning closer to Useless’ ear.  He did not soften his voice, however, so Useless flinched when he spoke. “Why, the people are welcome to party when they want!  After all, is life under my rule not worth celebrating as much as it is worth fearing?”

“Uh—it’s… it’s a specific kind of party…” Useless stared at his hands, twisting and fidgeting his fingers like he were a child in trouble. “It’s—it’s a tradition.  A sacred party…”

Enel made no move to indicate this had the slightest effect on him.  Why, it did, of course—because any celebration or tradition, especially sacred—implying religious—that he did not know or approve of himself was not in celebration of him alone.  It was a reminder that other, false Gods existed once.  Pah.  Still, Enel let the man continue, though he should be careful with his words, lest a zap of electricity run through him.  

Ohm had slammed Shura over his head in an impressive move.  Yama was preparing to jump on the two.  Sasori laughed stupidly.  Did they have no awareness at all?

Useless, who clearly was as useless with Mantra as he was with conversing, continued to talk, taking Enel’s silence as an invitation for him to elaborate. “Every Fall—um, when the trees go all… red—we used to celebrate the Vearth to give us… to not inflict a harsh winter on us… it was like a prayer… Not that it was a prayer!  Because you are the only God, and it would be blasphemous to pray to anyone else but you, your Lordship!  Your Majesty!  O Mighty God!”

Enel raised a brow, peering down at the groveling fool.  In all fairness, Useless did know his place and know the blasphemous words that almost escaped him.  That did escape him.  But Enel was a kind deity (sometimes.  When he felt like it) and, really, Useless was the only one there who actually contributed an idea that the public would like.  Perhaps he wasn’t useless after—nah, he was.

A wide grin spread across his lips, and he clapped his hands together.  Thunder rumbled as soon as he did.  That certainly got everyone’s attention.  His minions stopped the ridiculous scuffle, Useless almost had a heart attack, and every Skypiean on the main island trembled at the sound.

“That settles it then!  There will be a festival held on Skypiea, in honor of me and of the good harvest.  But mostly me!” Enel announced, his voice bombastic.  He placed a large hand on Useless’ shoulder, who whimpered at the touch. “And it’s all thanks to my good man here.”

His minions immediately began protesting and fighting amongst each other again, because their ideas hadn’t been considered.  Which, really, was rather pathetic, considering that even he thought their ideas were trash.  

“Silence.”

Well, no one dared speak up again.

“The festival will be held in…” Enel thought to his schedule.  Not that he was doing anything, really, besides terrorizing his people and building the Maxim, but that was a delicate and rigid schedule he liked to stick to. “It shall be held in two weeks, and shall last for two nights.  It shall be a celebration the likes of which Skypiea has never seen.  Because of me, of course.”

“It will be done, o Mighty God,” Yama said, like the stuck-up he was. “What would you like for this festival to be called?”

“It’s called Night of Forever Harv-”

“It shall be called… the Electric Feel Festival.  So the people remember that they might be smited down at any moment.”  Enel pointed to the skies, and lightning struck upwards from his fingertip. “Just so they don’t get too chummy.”

And, seeing as Enel refused to listen to anything else his minions had to say and found much more entertainment in lightly shocking Useless and waiting to see how long the man could last while he played oblivious to it all, the matter was settled.  

#

Nothing really eventful happened for the next two weeks.

Which, yes, was technically a blessing (by himself, no less—he hardly even caused a storm to frighten his subjects!) but nothing happening was boring.  Dull.  He had millions of volts running through his blood, lightning at his fingertips, and the people’s fear, but all that had to be restrained because of this festival.

Admittedly he’d sparked a few men working on the stalls but that was only entertaining for all of three seconds.  Joy was so fleeting that it was gone the moment he touched it.  He also noted that a few of those he sparked would pretend to be sick the day after so they could skip out on their duties—namely, so they could avoid God’s wrath—and that usually set the preparations back.  All of those men’s mantras were memorized by him, of course, so that he knew who to smite the days after the festival ended.  Did they really think they could get away with such blasphemy?  Idiots.

Actually, the most entertainment he got in those two weeks was when the Shandians investigated what was happening that had Upper Yard alive with activity.  The savages found it to be the perfect opportunity to strike at Skypieans and took to battle while the workers who didn’t fight tried to stop their stalls from being ruined after a day’s work of setting them up.  Enel watched it all from a treetop, munching on an apple.

“Mighty God!” one of the workers cried from below, trying (and failing) to stop a Shandian from stealing the prizes of a stall’s game. “Please, we ask for your help!”

Enel shrugged. “I’m a pacifist until the festival ends!” 

A lie, of course.  But he found it much more enjoyable to see both sides squirm.  Besides, if he was to be so generous as to not smite them for the slightest offense, then they should very well fight for themselves this one time.  They may just appreciate him more when they realize they needed him as much as they feared him.

The Skypiean kicked the Shandian away, snatching the furry toy from their grip. “Pretty please, God!”

An apple core was dropped on their head.  Enel wiped his hands on his pants and flashed to tree after tree, finding yet another person to provide entertainment for him.

Aside from those little skirmishes (no one even died, so he hesitated to call them fights), nothing.  Happened.  The Skypieans and Divine Soldiers promised that the festival would be the grandest splendor he’d ever lay his eyes on—well, Divine Soldiers said it would be the second.  Third, maybe.  Actually, his expectations were quite low, so he’d be impressed if the damn thing started without being set ablaze first.  

But curiously, everyone was in a cheerful mood.  Even his priests were laughing and enjoying themselves far more than they should have—he saw Ohm smile and wondered if he’d been hallucinating—which was far happier than he ever caught them around himself.  That didn’t hurt, but he was mildly irritated about that.

Actually, scratch that.

He was extremely irritated.

Not that the priests were happy, but that his closest worshippers had something they clearly valued over him that their emotions could grow this strong.  They were ungrateful to work with him.  Enel spent some time mulling it over in his head, and eventually decided that he wasn’t going to guarantee any of them a spot on his ship anymore.  They had their chance.

Besides the business with his priests and workers (which he opted not to tell them—they could find that out for themselves), the Shandians also were noticeably less… violent?  Savage?

No, that wasn’t the correct term.  They were still as violent as ever, but they seemed less angry now.  More amused.  At least someone was having fun.

The day before the festival was to officially begin, a man from the Blue Sea arrived in Skypiea.

Enel had noticed the man’s presence as soon as he stepped within range of his mantra—a unfathomably hot aura, almost like the sun itself wandering the clouds—and decided that he would follow the man’s moves for the day, lest a Blue-Sea scum ruin the hard effort he contributed for this festival.  And not because he was still bored and needed something to pass the time.  

Before he even reached out of Upper Yard, he was able to grasp some basic information based on what he’d overheard.  The man’s name was Ace.  He was a pirate (a rare sight in the skies), had a devilishly handsome face that sent young women swooning (because they wouldn’t stop squealing in Enel’s damn head), and was the most popular visitor they’d ever had.

He also, somehow, did not break any laws—including paying the fee to enter the White-White Sea—which was shocking to say the least.  

When Enel arrived in the main street of Skypiea, appearing in a bolt of lightning, no one reacted.  No one was even looking.  He rarely set foot in their miserable town, and they didn’t even have the decency to kiss the clouds where he walked.  Instead, they had formed a crowd away from him, huddling around their newest celebrity like a pack of small-minded birds. 

Enel coughed.  No one turned around.

He coughed again, this time with a bit more gusto, and very obviously demanding their attention.  The crowd erupted into cheers, throwing their hands up in the air and a burst of joy exploding within their souls.

They still hadn’t turned around.

So, Enel had always prided himself on his intimidation.  It was what allowed him to rule over the insects that crawled on the golden path he owned, it was the fear in their eyes when in his mere presence, it was what bestowed the name of God upon him.

That a stranger could come and charm his way into defeating that very intimidation?  Unforgivable.  Absolutely unforgivable.

In another flash, Enel appeared before the crowd, right in the middle of the circle they had formed around the pirate.  Several of the Skypieans yelped and jumped back—those closest to him when he zapped to being had been shocked by his lightning.  Weaklings indeed.  The electricity wasn’t even that bad.

“G-God!” one man gasped.  The others seemed to be frozen by his very presence.

Good.

Enel held his arms out, a wild (and slightly threatening) grin stretched across his lips in greeting.  The Blue-Sea dweller was sitting cross-legged beside him, where Enel could only catch glimpses of shaggy black hair and a flash of orange.  Now that he was closer to the pirate, the heat from his mantra was becoming almost unbearable.  How long had it been since he felt himself burn?

Nevermind that.  There were, after all, more important matters to attend to. 

“Is that all you have to say to me?  Where are your manners, people?” His voice rumbled across the island like thunder. “I have come all this way to visit you personally, and all you can say in response is… God?  I hear that everyday.”

Almost on command, his worshippers bowed down before him, their foreheads touching the clouds almost like an apology.  None dared to speak out loud, not without permission.

That is, except for the man from the Blue Sea.  That man—Ace, yes, he was aware of the man’s name, no one would shut up about him—had leaned back on his palms instead, stretching his legs out as if he were sunbathing and whistled a merry tune.  Their little crowd looked in awe and shock, their hearts racing from either dread or infatuation.  All the meanwhile, Ace was not at all phased by this new development.

Enel turned to him, finally catching his first real look at the current most popular man in the sky. “Ace, I presume?”

Well, he did look more handsome than most of the residents in Skypiea, and it wasn’t like there was any competition in Upper Yard other than Enel himself.  Understandable that the young population of the land had latched onto this man.

The man called Ace tipped his stupidly vivid orange hat. “Hey, yeah, that’s me!  Pleasure to meet you.”

As if remembering some semblance of manners, Ace jumped up to his feet, bowed (though not in the customary way expected in Enel’s presence), and then fell back to the clouds to sprawl out in the same exact position he was in earlier.

“Sorry, I don’t know your name.  Are you the leader around here?”

Enel laughed. “Something of the sort.  I am Enel, but you may refer to me as God.  I will also accept Holy Lord Above All.”

“Niiiiice,” said Ace, drawing the word out.  He continued to gaze at the sky. “I’ve never met someone called God before.  Or Enel.  I’ll call you Enel, then.  Saying God sounds stiff.”

“It’s a title.  It isn’t my actual name.”

“Oh really?  Neat.  I guess that’s like me.  Guys down there—” he pointed downwards “—call me Fire-Fist but it’s kind of awkward when people use that.  My name’s already fine as is.” The pirate twirled a coin between his fingers.  Gold, Enel noted. “Guess it sounds cool, though.  So.  Anything I can do for you?”

Never, in all his life (as a God), had Enel ever met someone who lacked as much self-awareness as Ace did in that moment.  Surely even if he didn’t possess the unique power of mantra (which he didn’t, because that was Enel’s thing, he just let his priests borrow it) he could sense the dread growing within the hearts of the crowd.  As if their heartbeats were a hundred out-of-tune war drums and they were waiting for the executioner’s blow to be struck.

He held onto that dread, because the faint joy he felt from the crowd would have made him rush the plans to kill them all, and that wouldn’t be fun.

Enel smiled. “Why, seeing as you’re a guest of this island, my only request is that you have fun and be yourself!” He gestured towards the general direction of Upper Yard. “Will you be visiting the festival tomorrow?”

The coin flew up into the air, spinning around and landing straight onto Ace’s forehead.  A few children clapped.

“Yeah, sure!  I was planning on sticking around a bit too, my crew’s meeting up with me below in a few weeks.  And that sounds fun.  I used to sneak into one with my lil’ brother—oh!  Luffy’s a handful of energy, but man, he’d kill to go to a festival in the sky.  Actually I’ve got a drawing by him in my pocket somewhere, if I could just find it… it’s bad but that’s fine.  He’s got other talents.  Still a wimp though!”

“No, thanks.” Enel held up a hand to stop the man from babbling any further.  He also stopped himself from zapping him to oblivion. “I’m afraid I must return to my duties,” of scaring innocents, “of overseeing the production.”

Ace tipped his hat and waved to Enel, right before Enel disappeared in a bolt of lightning.

When Enel landed back in Upper Yard, he slumped down on his throne, his head in his hands.

“I dread to think what a handful of energy is to that man…”

#

It took two hours for something to catch fire when the festival opened.  Which was actually over the time Enel had bet on (he thought he could goad his priests into a brawl and that they’d abuse their dials.  They did, but they decided to settle through one of the silly games instead).  Now, while no one was foolish as to demand compensation from him, he also was not overly fond of the smug aura radiating from Satori whenever the priest bounced past him.

At least that seemed to wane once Enel told him to sit above shark-infested waters and that the instant someone hit a faraway target his seat would disappear.  Satori didn’t argue back of course, and so he spent most of the first day goading the people that missed and cursing Shura for coming back and hitting the target dead-center for the third time that hour.

More frustrating was the fact that the Blue-Sea pirate got all the glory of that little fire fiasco.  And it wasn’t like Enel cared about being a hero or anything (he was God, two completely different things), but he had nothing to do with a stall being burnt to the ground.  That was the fault of a sky wolf getting too friendly with the flame dials.  But, most importantly, Fire-Fist Ace put the fire out using nothing but his own body.  Yet not a single scar remained.

By the time he arrived back at the action, having been preoccupied with convincing a divine soldier that there was another sea below the Blue Sea and that a dozen seas were stacked atop each other and that was the truth of the universe, the commotion was over and done with.  Enel lost his bet, Satori looked smug for all of two minutes before he was set to be the fool of the eve, and the pirate was quickly becoming the most popular man in Skypiea.

Enel didn’t particularly care about that.

He did care that the pirate won every single game he came across.

The festival was in full swing, Skypieans and Priests and even Shandians alike (who’d set up their own stalls a bit further downstream that was just a bit more fun than Enel’s, according to them) celebrating and laughing as if everything was right.  Grills and sweets and games as far as his mantra could sense.  This was fun to them.

Enel floated above them, knocking his staff against his head absentmindedly.  His eyes stayed firmly locked onto the pirate as more and more people flocked to Ace’s side.  Some of them (the drunken, stupid ones) even asked Ace if he would like to be their new God.

“Nah, I’m good,” was Ace’s reply, and then he went and won another straw-woven ball from yet another game.

Their faces were carved into his memory so he knew who to smite later.  A girl with blonde hair and a cloud fox wrapped around her shoulders pointed to another game that looked similar to games they’d already been to.

Well, that seemed like a good opportunity to join in.

Enel flashed to her side, causing the fox to screech and hide from him and the girl to freeze in place.  Yet again, only the pirate was unphased by his entrance.

“A game, is it?” Enel asked, grinning broadly at his followers. “I trust you all have been having fun?”

Not that I care.

Ace answered for them. “Oh, yeah, this is a blast!  I’ve never won so much in my life.”

“Well, I’m glad someone is enjoying the benefits of this weekend.” His brows furrowed into a stern glare, eyeing each and every one of his followers.  They squirmed underneath him.  Good. “Aren’t you all being a little ungrateful?  I spent countless days setting this up for you.”

Well, some other guys did, but he zapped them a few times so that counted as his work.  It was nice to pretend to be angry at them anyway.

They squealed and squeaked apologies and praises back to him, as he thought they would.  He basked in their fear and burst out into laughter. 

“Oh, you’re all too worried.  It’s your day!  Spend it as you please.”

“How about you?”

A new voice.  He didn’t recognise the mantra immediately (he hadn’t exactly kept an encyclopedia of insects in his brain), so when something—someone—prodded at his kneecaps he was shocked.  Literally.  Just a light static.

A little girl, holding a fluffy toy (won by the pirate earlier) and staring up at Enel with the most curious gaze. “Are you having fun, God?” 

Enel blinked.

Did this brat just poke him?

Was this brat… asking about him?

Huh.  There were wonders in this world even he couldn’t have imagined.  He barely registered the girl’s mother pulling her away from him and mumbling out apologies.  The fact that they’d touched him… let alone that he could have fun (that wasn’t at the expense of another one’s suffering).  Nothing he ever considered before.

He stared down at the girl, towering over her and everyone else as usual.  If he were a lesser being, like the pirate, he’d kneel down closer to the girl.  But he was a God, so he stayed higher than her.  Reminding her of her place.

“I will have fun…” Enel began slowly, pointing towards the same stall the blonde had earlier, “...once I win the grand prize.”

The Skypieans seemed relieved.  As they should be—after all, he hadn’t smited them all down for the little girl’s mistake.

But the pirate was beyond ecstatic.  In fact, the moment Enel had pointed at the game, his grin grew wider and wider, until he pulled his head back and howled with laughter. 

“How about a bet?  Whoever wins the most games between the two of us wins!”

“A bet?” Enel repeated. “I love bets.  What are we betting?”

Ace shrugged. “Nothing.  Our pride?”

“Hm.  Dull, but I can work with it.” The pair walked together to the game, leaving the flabbergasted Skypiean cheer squad behind. “I do hope you’re prepared to be annihilated by the greatest God the heavens have ever seen.”

Enel picked up a racket and ball, moving to one end of a table.

“Sorry mate,” Ace said, picking up his own racket, “but I’m from hell.”

A few Skypieans whistled at the lamest comeback Enel had ever heard, then the game began.

#

Enel lost.

A lot.

He lost count of how many losses he’d accumulated against this one pirate in one night.  Or was it two?  Time was an illusion, day and night seeping into each other in a spiral of headaches and nausea and whatever damned cruel tricks the skies played upon him.

Point was, he kept losing, and at some point he forgot if he did just lose more or if by some miracle he won while somewhat blacked-out.

He woke up to a throbbing head, sprawled out on the forest floor with a Shandian’s leg over his chest and a Skypiean drooling on his ear lobe.  They were fast asleep, as he had surely been just before.

Music—which, if he recalled, had begun playing a few hours into the second day—still blasted from the live concert at the sacrificial altar.  Satori still hung onto a branch, crying about sharks or some other trivial matter.

Couldn’t they play the music any quieter?

Enel sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the light and eardrums feeling as if they were bleeding with every beat vibrating his bones.  He pushed the other men away from him when a slip of paper fell from his bandana.  There was only one person who’d be so bold as to slip something underneath his headwear…

He picked up the paper, squinting at a messy scrawl of ink.

I won.

Enel laughed.

Lightning struck Upper Yard and the music stopped.

Well, he certainly had fun in the end.

[bittcrblue]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vampire: The Masquerade - Coteries of New York (Video Game), Vampire: The Masquerade - Reckoning of New York (Video Game), Vampire: The Masquerade Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pádraic Conroy/Kali Characters: Pádraic Conroy, Kali (Vampire: the Masquerade - Reckoning of New York) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Malkavian (Vampire: The Masquerade), There was only one cell Summary:

In a cell under Elysium, Pádraic wishes they had more time.

[fluffyartbl0g]

@svtboo's April Crack Roulette!!!

Basically the rules were that we had to spin this wheel E made with a heck ton of OP characters and then draw/write something for them!!! I got Niji and Conis, and now I am here today to explore this wonderful crack ship with you all >:D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST BOY USOPP!!!!

ahem Niji is 5 hundo percent the TRASHIEST of the quadruplets, so their crack ship can unfortunately only end in either Conis blastin him or a 200k slow burn fic where Niji spends the first 150k words becoming a decent human being. And at this point you may as well scrap the Conis ship and just read Undone by pkmntrainer_alex u _ u

Thank you again E for organising this >//////< Go check out everyone else's crackships on the ao3 collection! (It'll be updated over the week ouo)

[dearly-somber]

get high | h.it

-> pairing. it-boy!intak x female reader

-> genre. high school!au, acquaintances-to-???, pwp plot what plot (this fic is vibes only)

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2190

-> warnings. weed, making out, kind of dub-cony ngl 😭, suggestive ending

-> a/n. I’ve never smoked weed before, so if anything’s inaccurate feel free to edumacate me🤡👍🏻 Also: I have nothing against weed or the people who smoke it as long as it’s done responsibly and in a safe environment 😌

-> collection. misc

-> started. Mar. 19th, 2024 @ 22:40

-> fin. Sun., Oct. 20th, 2024 @ 22:48

-> edited. Tues., Oct. 22nd, 2024 @ 13:20

-> divider credit. @xxbimbobunnyxx

You‘ve never understood the “hype” around weed.

Granted, you’d grown up in a very anti-drug household, so you went into high school with the mindset that whatever long term negative effects occurred after smoking weed would far outweigh the momentary high you’d heard people talk about on so many occasions.

Except, you’d never expected yourself to acquaint yourself with Hwang Intak: one of the most popular kids in senior year, Intak was well-known for his chill house-parties and phenomenal dance skills—a total catch and in with the so called “it-group”, he wasn’t someone you saw yourself ever interacting with, let alone befriending.

That was, of course, before you realized you shared nearly half your classes with him.

You weren’t very popular—sure, people knew you (it was impossible not to when you’d befriended a hoard of social butterflies and were known at least visually for your intimidating, no-nonsense RBF), but you’d never truly made friends with any of the kids higher up in the social hierarchy than “is friends with popular kids but isn’t actually popular themselves”.

So imagine your surprise when, on a seemingly random Tuesday morning during one of your double accounting periods, Hwang Intak strolled up to your desk with a friendly smile on his face, his voice light and airy as he asked, “You’re Y/N, right?”

From there, you’d started talking more and more, until one day he cornered you on your way to your locker after your sixth period, leaning against the wall as he spoke.

“You free this weekend?” he asked.

You raised your brow skeptically, looking warily over your shoulder at people making grouchy faces at having to step around you to get to where they needed to go. “I don’t think so, why?”

He grabbed your forearm and pulled you into his bubble and out of the way of the bustling student body.

You gulped up at him, cursing the heat you felt crawling up your throat at the closeness between you.

“I’m having a small get together with some friends to celebrate my birthday,” he said, putting his hands in his pocket as he tilted his head against the brick wall next to you. “I was wondering if you’d wanna join.”

Your eyes widened. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm… I mean, I—yeah, sure, I’ll be there,” you coughed, thanking the heavens above he seemed not to be focusing on your neck; you could feel how hot you’d gotten without needing to check first.

“Cool,” he said. “I’ll see you this weekend.” He smiled charmingly and began walking towards the staircase (where you belatedly realized a group of his friends were waiting for him), but panicked a little realizing you had no idea where to meet him.

“Intak!”

He turned around with a hum, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

You cleared your throat, rocking on the balls of your feet. “Where are we meeting?”

“Ah,” he laughed, walking back to you with a grin so captivating you were surprised your mouth wasn’t hanging open. “You have a pen?”

“A—uh, yeah, hold on, lemme just” —you dug around in your bag for your pencil case before pulling out a black pen and handing it to him, perplexed.

Your eyes widened when he reached once again for your forearm, ducking his head as he shook the pen out and began writing what you assumed was his number on your exposed skin, drawing a weirdly symmetrical, grinning heart with little devil-horns and a tail at the end.

“There we go,” he said, tucking the pen into your emblem pocket with a boyish grin.

He laughed at your bewildered expression as he backtracked toward his friends, the look he gave you sending a hoard of butterflies loose in the pit of your stomach. “See you soon, Y/N! I’ll text you the details!”

“I, uh” —you pinched yourself— “yeah, okay!”

Now, you’re probably wondering—what does any of that have to do with weed?

Well… maybe it’s easier to just show you.

“Y/NNNN!” Intak grinned at you from his couch, shamelessly eyeing you up and down as you walked sheepishly into his living room.

You waved awkwardly, feeling heat creep up the column of your throat when he giggled and waved back, a dumb grin on his face.

You fiddled with the hem of your white skirt, tugging the sleeves of your black Kuromi sweater over your fingers as one of Intak’s older friends, Choi Jiung, ushered you to sit between Intak’s legs.

“So…” You cleared your throat, crossing your spread legs at the ankles so you didn’t have to worry about accidentally exposing anything you didn’t want exposed. You forced a relaxed smile. “What are we doing?”

Jiung laughed good-naturedly, pulling a girl you didn’t recognize into his lap. “We’re smoking,” he said with a smile, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as he asked, “Have you smoked before?”

You hummed uncertainly, fiddling with your fingers—the heat of Intak’s legs against your arms was making it incredibly difficult to think. “No, I don’t really smoke…”

The girl in Jiung’s lap’s eyes widened. “What? Never?”

You shook your head.

“Not even once?”

“No,” you whispered, resisting the sudden urge to spring up and dash for the door.

“Ash,” Intak reprimanded, shifting in his seat.

Just as you were about to turn your head to look at him, his breath hit the back of your ear, his hands on your shoulders and a smile in his voice.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assured you. “It’ll help you relax, though.”

He massaged your shoulders to emphasize his point and you tried very hard not to squeak in surprise.

Since when was Hwang Intak so good with his hands?

“You wan’ a hit?” Jiung offered, holding a joint out to you with wide eyes and raised brows; weirdly innocent-looking considering the situation you were in.

You swallowed a lump in your throat.

On the one hand, you were kind of scared. What if all those things your parents had said were true? That one hit meant you’d be a goner forever and start doing hardcore drugs because you’d started with the “Gateway”? That if you started now you’d become immediately enslaved to the high and never recover?

But, despite those worries, despite those fears…

Intak hadn’t stopped massaging your shoulders—rather, he’d dragged his hand to the base of your neck, gently pressing his forefinger against your pulse-point before sliding it down to brush across your exposed collarbone.

Thank the heavens he chose not to comment on the shiver that shot up your spine, but it was clear in the little huff of air behind you that he found your reaction amusing.

Really, you were curious. And maybe you wanted to impress him.

Just a little bit.

So you nodded, smiling awkwardy as Ash—Jiung’s girlfriend(?)—whooped and clapped with an obnoxious laugh of encouragement.

You took the already-lit joint from Jiung, holding it between your pointer finger and thumb, inspecting it.

Intak giggled, “Just put it to your lips and pull.” His chest expanded with the amount of air he sucked in through his teeth, letting out an exhale with an exaggerated grunt of relief.

You nodded uncertainly, releasing a nervous breath before bringing the joint up to your lips.

“There we go,” he whispered next to your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder as his hands ran up and down your arms; bold from the cannabis or because you were in his house, you didn’t know.

Not that you really cared, anyway.

You mimicked Intak’s movements and set the roll down in a coughing fit, waving your hand in front of your face like it’d stave off the aching burn traveling from the back of your throat all the way through to your lungs.

It took a couple of seconds for you to stop coughing, looking around the room with your hand fisted in front of your mouth and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

You met the expectant eyes of Ash and Jiung—and then you… laughed. And you laughed a little more, and some more, until you were giggling dumbly because why were they looking at you like that!

“Atta girl!” Jiung hooted, leaning far back into his chair before taking another hit from his own blunt.

“How d’you feel?” Intak asked, his eyes lighting up when you turned your head to look at him proper. His pupils were visibly dilated, sucking you in a little like a black hole.

You grinned, leaning back against his knee.

“I feel good,” you slurred, letting your eyes roam his face and grinning when he seemed to smile brighter because of it. “Really good,” you admit.

“Yeah?” Intak said, licking his lips. “Calmer?”

“Mmm…” You dragged your lower lip between your teeth and indulged in the wonderful cartwheel your stomach did as Intak watched the motion with rapt attention.

“Now,” Ash clapped her hands together, wiggling her eyebrows with a devilish smirk. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Y/N!” Ash yelled, completely indifferent to Jiung’s lips attached to her neck, “truth or dare?”

You hummed playfully, still leaned back against Intak’s leg.

You’d mellowed out considerably since you had your first pull around twenty minutes ago—you were leaning against Intak like it was normal and the hand he was running through your hair didn’t even make you bat an eye.

“Dare,” you said with a grin, light and happy and relaxed—more relaxed than you’d been during summer break!

Ash grinned mischievously, bringing a hand up to pull at Jiung’s hair, looking at him over her shoulder with a vicious smile. “I dare you to kiss Intak.”

“That’s boring,” Jiung panted, his cheeks tinged pink as he licked his lips and watched Ash with a furrowed brow, head tilted back with her firm grip in his hair.

She rolled her eyes, but turned to you and said, “Fine. I dare you to kiss Intak’s tongue.”

You licked your lips with an excited giggled, using Intak’s knees to push yourself up before turning around to smile at him with a happy sway in your step.

Intak watched you with a lazy grin as you walked between his legs, setting your hands beside his waist and leaning forward at a 90° angle to connect your mouths in an easy kiss.

“Yah!” Ash laughed, the sound breaking the two of you apart. “That’s not his tongue!”

You giggled and waved her off, looking down at Intak with hooded eyes.

“Stick your tongue out,” you ordered, staring at his mouth like a starved animal.

Intak grinned, watching you like a puppy watches his owner as he obediently stuck his tongue out, leaning cockily back into the couch.

With a surprising ease, you leant down and touched your lips to his tongue, so intrigued by the feel of it you gave it a little kitten lick of your own.

Intak groaned as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you in for a very heated kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth and tilting his head for better access.

You were on cloud nine and vaguely floaty, setting your hands on his upper thighs to keep yourself from wobbling over.

You only pulled away after Jiung let out a low whistle, Intak, lips red and swollen with a possessive hand on the nape of your neck and a hungry, nearly insatiable look in his eyes.

“Well, shit,” Ash laughed, leaning back against Jiung’s shoulder. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Y/Nie.”

You licked your lips as Intak leant up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your lip, a confused noise leaving you when he suddenly pushed himself to standing.

You felt a little flip in the pit of your stomach at how tall he suddenly felt now that you weren’t towering over him, biting on your lip as he grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go to my room, hm?” he asked, not really waiting for an answer as he lead you to the stairs. “Get some privacy.”

You waved to Jiung and Ash (though neither of them waved back because they’d opted to start sucking each other’s faces off), watching with a growing fire the way Intak’s back muscles moved when he walked.

“You’re a good kisser,” you complimented as he lead you upstairs, laughing when he brought you into his room. He shut but did not lock the door behind him.

“Yeah?” he smirked. “How good?

“Very,” you assured, eagerly standing on the tips of your toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you could keep kissing him.

“Mmm,” he hummed against your lips, guiding you back until the two of you were laying flat on the edge of his bed, his hands running up to trace the bare skin under your shirt. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You nipped his lip, sighing into his mouth when he gave your waist a little squeeze. “I’m a little out of practice,” you panted.

He chuckled, pulling away to give you a devilish smirk. “We can practice.”

And so practice you did.

[conivolos]

qpr navyseal fic cause gill knows how to paint somehow :D

[pawthko]

this is a spot art for @coconi‘s fic for Homemade in Hyrule Zine which if you’ve missed my previous post is i believe still having leftover sales!!! In any case you should read Cony’s fic which is a lovely snapshot of Link, Zelda, and the champions and will make you ridiculously nostalgic for botw ;A;

[hurlingdown]

Finished episode 9 on JJK, and your post came at such a good time. I love Nanami already, so just know I was (s)creaming reading it. What love and adoration. What filthy sex. Tender and sweet and depraved.

"I'm not - not fucking any omega. I'm fucking you tonight, Kento."

Favorite line. 100% percent. Chills. I've never really thought about rimming before, mainly because of health reasons. Now I just really want this man to sit on my face. Eat him out so well and then casually make him breakfast the morning after. 💕

Still in the skypiea arc. Will maybe rant in another text, but for now: Conis. ✨️ Huh. Something about blonds today.

- 🎵

this made me very happy. you completely get what i was trying to convey!! i've always had a hard time trying not to make feelings the main focus of a smut fic, but recently i've just accepted it as part of my writing style. glad it stood out out to you as something positive :)

i enjoyed writing that line too!! i had a minor "this is THE line" writer moment jsdjfjsj

ahhhhh conis. what can i say. to keep it spoilerless, she's a very interesting character. have fun in skypiea!

[summershouto]

do you have any one piece fic recs? (it doesn't matter which ship <3)

omg yes always. I kinda go crazy with fic recs so buckle up ..I tried to deliver some variety so hopefully at least a few spark your interest 

I could be (the eye of the storm) - blue_wonderer - One Piece [Archive of Our Own]

this one is conis x nami, because I love lesbian nami content. very sweet and made me crave more content between these two

Mera Mera - theprodigypenguin - One Piece [Archive of Our Own]

I love the ASL brothers. in this fic sabo gets a therapy dog and his family supports him 

Anything - fullmetalheart - One Piece [Archive of Our Own]

asexual luffy with qpr zolu. enough said 

Blood of the Covenant - kiite - One Piece [Archive of Our Own]

I have so many fics saved of zeff raising sanji and this one is a classic

a kiss to your voice - sammdysn - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

zosan! the conflict here is very interesting.. a devil fruit prevents sanji from being able to see zoros face and it bothers them both more than they expected

(drowning in storge) - kookvmelanin - One Piece [Archive of Our Own]

luffy reminding robin that she's loved :)

Hate it that I wish you were - RainbowNixie - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

lusan. classic whole cake island hurt/comfort with a splash of sanjis internalized homophobia 

Blind Foresight - sinelanguage - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

brook thinks zoro and sanji are in a romantic relationship and ends up confusing the whole crew. this fic had me giggling 

chibinasu - ascribbles - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

another sanji & zeff fic bc im a sap

Insurgents by the Poolside - Chapter 1 - abandonedstrawberry - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

one of my favorite zosan fics. sanji is such a mess I love this loser. he and zoro go undercover and sanji's inability to relax keeps him busy

Easy as Anything, Simple as That - Trixree - One Piece [Archive of Our Own]

lusan. im a sucker for spontaneous marriage tropes and this one was heartwarming 

...

Okay I'll end the fic recs here because it's getting quite long but I hope you enjoy! im always happy to rec fics so feel free to ask for more :)

[ghost-maya]

Thanks for the tag @fivedayslater !!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Oh god... I haven't cleaned that out in ages... most of the non one piece ones are abandoned unfortunately :") - I'll still put the rest in the "read more" bar in case anyone is interested but it's probably best to stick with the op ones lmao

Behind Blue Eyes

life's a precious thing

Deep Sleep

Ghost Hunting AU Outline

omegaverse outline

sanji's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad heat

Straw Hat Vampires

The Cruise - Outline

The Skyscraper

(+ 2 wips that have not made it out of the discord dms yet. let's call them "zosan closet pwp" and "nami x conis pwp")

Tagging: @ms-all-sunday @abilusanji @brunetta6blog @misqnon @summerofspock @sinelanguage @redyarns @lakesandquarries @purpleneutrino

Fandom works (mostly haikyuu lol):

Gelphie Omegaverse

Zukka Canon Divergence AU

A leap of faith

A Whisker Away AU

BokuAka in BOTW

Just Sum World Building

KageHina Witch Fic

Kageyama Birthday Oneshot Thing

kghn band au thing

KGHN hurt/comfort

Shadow God Kageyama AU — Outline

SPSS & PSS: Operation SakuAtsu

The Absence of Hinata Shouyou

The Kagehina Wedding Saga - Miwalisa

The Kagehina Wedding Saga - Planning

The Silver Lining

train au??

TSL Info & dumping grounds

MLP:ZLS Loredump

Zelink

Long Forgotten Words

Original works:

*Record Scratch* *Freeze frame*

Character background stuff

Character Info

Coffee shop AU: A Character Study

Dandelions

Evergreen

Getting into Mo's Voice Stuff

I have too many beginnings

in the classroom

Izzy vent

Kit's backstory

Kitzy Banter

leandy

Lucilleana Fic

Magic System

Nanowrimo Outline

The Ghost of Wilson High School

Train

Untitled document

Untitled document

Untitled WIP (A Novel Study)

Venty Thing

Vy's Butchered OCs

Word Vomit

World Building.exe

Zodiacs

If anyone ventured in here; hello! I'm happy to post/talk about any of these still. Some are a LOT more recent than others. This game finally had me move my "miraculous ladybug" folder out of there bc i know i am truly never going to touch those again rip 😭

Also bc i find it interesting - the last time i did this game was 2 years ago. Hyperlink if anyone wants to see which "wips" have been sitting around for 2+ years now (i dont think i published any of them.. just put them in the abandoned folder..) *sweats*