#i think i'll clean this up later someday

[zoopzopp]

Day 5 of drawing bakugo daily till @is-bakugou-alive-yet says yes

[korrasamibottles]

That different people can engage with the same piece of media and come out of it with wildly different interpretations is a testament to the evolutionary miracle that is the human brain. It is also very annoying.

[dandelion-wings]

Thinking about going back through my 'fic bits' tag and moving some of them onto AO3, and there's a part of me that wants to do a full sweep just for archival purposes (because, listen, Tumblr is going to go away someday and we all know it), but while some need only minimal editing and some just need expansion, some of them are... not at all in the shape of what I would consider a 'story,' or would need so much context to get there that I might as well just write the longfic I was deliberately doing a short on Tumblr to avoid writing out. XD;; Not to mention the ones that have just been made so totally not-canon-compliant by new canon released since that I'd feel weird putting them up on AO3 now!

[zorosangell]

hiii! hope you’re doing good and I’d like to give in a suggestion, could you make a fic about gnreader being choppers mother figure and both zoro and reader are fighting for the parental role 😭😭

(they later on share it lol)

⛥ﾟ・。 endgame

synopsis: prequel to inn -- when chopper asks about your past, zoro reminisces on your history together... and is reminded of exactly what you are to him.

cw: THIS IS A PREQUEL TO INN, fluffly fluff, comfort, takes place pre-timeskip during alabasta, young reader is so cute, protective zoro, ZORO IS WHIPPED, i really loved writing this.

a/n: i really, really loved writing this

"Hey, Zoro!" Luffy called, eagerly. "Look over here! Look at what we're doing!"

"We're training!" Usopp added, clapping his hands together.

Begrudgingly, Zoro looked up from Chopper's fur, glancing toward the boys, who were standing under a huge stream of water like it was a ninja's waterfall.

"Real funny," he nodded, sarcastically, before returning to what he was doing.

After saving the kingdom of Alabasta, the king invited the crew to the royal bath, hoping to clean up after dinner.

The young doctor had asked for help washing his back, and the swordsman played it off as having nothing better to do.

But, in actuality... he enjoyed helping boy, feeling a sort of fatherly obligation toward him.

"Zoro?" Chopper piped up, quietly, eyes trained forward as the man went back to carefully scrubbing his fur.

"Yeah?" Zoro hummed. "What is it?"

"Do you know why (y/n) acts the way she does?"

Confused, Zoro raised a brow, unsure of what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?"

"Well... you know," the boy slightly stammered. "She's so nice... and kind... she cares for me so well even though I just joined the crew."

He looked down at himself, making sure to choose his words carefully.

"Even Doctorine didn't warm up to me this quick... but she treats me like she's known me all her life. And I figured since you two grew up together, you could tell me why."

'So, that's it...'

Zoro nodded, finally getting the picture.

"I see what you mean," he confirmed, moving on to the boy's shoulder. "(y/n)'s always been like that... even when we were kids. There's no rhyme or reason to it."

He glanced up, the memories rolling back like calm waves after a storm.

"She just... is."

"I thought I told you to stop following me! Cut it out!" a ten year-old Zoro exclaimed, glaring at you sharply.

"But... you're bleeding..." a nine year-old you reminded, worried, as you tightly clutched the handle of your first aid kit. "Kuina beat you up really bad this time."

"Shut up!" he barked. "I don't need your help! Or anyone else's! I'm gonna get stronger all on my own!"

You flinched at his tone, but held strong, despite the tears welling in your eyes.

"Well, you can't be the strongest if you can barely lift your arms!"

Zoro's eyes widened, surprised.

In your months of chasing him, attempting to patch him up, you had never raised your voice.

Not even once.

"I believe in you! And I wanna help you! So let's make a deal!"

Brows furrowed with determination, you pointed at him, firm in your disposition.

"Every night, I'll patch you up, and help you out with normal stuff, like food and clothes! And in return, you work your hardest to become the strong enough to beat Kuina! Sound fair?"

"No!" he scoffed, incredulously, and incredibly confused. "Why are you doing this?! You don't even know me! What do you get out of that?!"

"I get to watch you!" you grinned, jumping at the chance to gush. "You're so cool! And tough! I'm no good at sword-fighting, but you're amazing at it! I can tell you're gonna be a really great swordsman someday!"

Happily, you looked up at him, your starry eyes bringing a faint tinge of pink to the boy's cheeks.

"And I wanna be there to watch the whole thing!"

For a moment, Zoro paused to think, weighing his options before caving with a sigh, unable to say no to your hopeful smile.

"...Fine."

"YAY!"

Without hesitation, you pulled him into an embrace, overwhelmed with joy.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! No hugging!"

Zoro chuckled, moving the scrub brush to the young doctor's head.

You were the strangest, most persistent girl he had ever met... but the only one that believed in him from the very beginning.

Even if it was at your expense.

"What were you thinking?!" a twelve year-old Zoro scolded, haphazardly applying band-aids to all your cuts and bruises. "You know Haru and Kenzo are stronger than you. Why'd you try to fight them?"

An eleven year-old you sniffled, using the back of your hand to wipe away the stray tears rolling down your cheeks.

"They were making fun of you," you mumbled, looking down at your lap. "They said three-sword style was stupid, so I tried to punch them... but I missed and they ganged up on me."

"Did they, now?" Zoro glared, turning to the two boys next to him.

Quickly, he struck them both in the back of the head, giving them two giant welts and adding to their multitude of injuries.

"What do you two say to her?!"

"We'wre sowwy..."

Chopper lit up, relieved to her you had no ulterior motive in your kindness.

"(y/n)'s been this nice all her life? Wow! I wish I met her sooner! She sounds like a really great friend!"

Zoro nodded, fighting off the small smile threatening to rise to his lips.

"I was lucky to meet her when I did... her enthusiasm always gave me something to look forward to."

He sighed, dreamily reminiscing on the thought.

"Even when the future was unclear..."

"I can't believe it! We're actually leaving!" an eighteen year-old you squealed, watching the island of Shimotsuki get smaller and smaller as you clung to the mast of your small fishing boat. "This is so exciting!"

"I know," a nineteen year-old Zoro agreed, watching with an air of pride. "Feels like a new chapter. One step closer to becoming the strongest."

You nodded along, until you were suddenly hit with a thought, which forced you to sit down.

"But... I can't help but wonder," you started, glancing up at him. "Why'd you bring me along?"

He raised a brow, confused, and silently asking you to elaborate.

"You know I'm not very strong. Hell, I can barely throw a punch," you reminded. "I won't be much of a help..."

"All those years ago... didn't you say you wanted to watch me become the Greatest Swordsman in the world?" Zoro asked, rhetorically. "You can't do that cooped up in a dojo."

Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting such a straight-forward answer.

"I promised you I'd work hard to become the strongest. So you better believe you're getting a front row seat," he smirked, plopping himself down next to you, slightly rocking the boat. "You're stuck with me, (y/n). There's no backin' out now."

You replied with a chuckle, carefully resting your head on his shoulder, blissfully unaware of the flush on his cheeks.

"Thanks, Zo'."

He nodded, slowly and warily looping an arm around your shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief when you didn't move away.

"Don't mention it."

"Wow! I'm so happy!" Chopper cheered, jumping up from his seat. "I'm gonna go dry off and give her a big hug to say thank you for all the stuff she's done!"

Quickly, he turned to Zoro, his blinding smile warming the swordsman's heart—though he'd never admit it.

"Thanks for telling me Zoro!"

Without a word, Zoro nodded, and Chopper zoomed off back to the rooms, leaving the man alone with his thoughts.

Glancing at the divider separating the men and women's bath, Zoro listened closely, tuning out Luffy and Usopp's roughhousing to see if he could hear you.

And he did.

From beyond the great wall flowed in your silvery laugh, the delightful sound hitting his ears like the world's greatest song.

Closing his eyes, the swordsman rested his arm on his knee, and his cheek in his palm, allowing himself to fully experience its beauty.

God, he was so in love with you...

Words couldn't even begin to express.

You were the most consistent thing in his life.

His personal nurse.

His number one supporter.

His best friend.

His childhood crush.

If he was being honest, he didn't know where would've ended up if it weren't for you, or the person he would've turned out to be.

You taught him the value of kindness and compassion at such a young age, and were never afraid to wear your heart on your cheek if it meant pushing him closer to his dream.

And you knew him so well.

He couldn't have found a better partner in crime if he'd searched for a thousand years.

Muscles relaxing, a small smile rose to his lips as your laugh floated into the air once again, accentuated by the occasional, adorable snort.

There was no one else in this world for him.

There would be no one else in this world for him.

You were absolutely, positively, without a doubt... his endgame.

[penkura]

Merry Christmas, Ace

Summary: You and Ace enjoy the morning of your first Christmas married.

Note: I hope you all enjoyed these Christmas themed fics! :) I'm taking a break until the new year, so I'll see you guys then! 💚 Small note warning for pregnancy but that's it. :)

Ace has this unfounded fear that one day, he’s going to wake up and you’ll be gone. He worries you’ll decide you don’t want to he with him anymore, too much emotional baggage and daddy issues with your husband to bother anymore, and you’ll just up and leave him someday. He knows it’s silly, you wouldn’t have married him if you were going to leave so easily, you’ve told him that before when he’s spoken this worry to you.

Still though, it’s always there when he wakes in the morning, even on Christmas when he sees you still fast asleep beside him, breathing a sigh of relief to see you. He stays and watches you sleep for a few minutes, still unable to believe this is real and you married him.

You’re really the best thing in his life, apart from his brothers of course.

On days like today, where he wakes before you, Ace will stay up and watch you sleep for a bit, sometimes he thinks you’ll wake up and be weirded out by it, but when he’s woken up to you do the same, or kissing his freckles to wake him, he thinks you probably don’t mind if he watches you for a few minutes. Especially so when you do wake up, seeing Ace wide awake, and giving him a sleepy smile that he returns before you throw an arm across his chest and bury your face in his neck, making him laugh.

“Good morning, [Y/N].”

“G’morning…” Smiling again, you place a kiss on Ace’s cheek, “Merry Christmas~”

“Merry Christmas, babe. Wanna get up and open gifts?”

“Mm…sure!”

You both still take a bit to get all together, it’s just the two of you this morning, Luffy and Sabo will come by later for the rest of the holiday and their own gifts from you. Its nice to have them come by often, for Ace to see his brothers whenever he can. Luffy and Sabo have already spent many nights in your house having sleepovers, they wants things to stay as normal as they can now that you two are married and you don’t mind when they stay over, so long as the three brothers aren’t loud.

Once you’ve gotten up and to your living room, though it’s not a lot, you and Ace go back and forth with the few gifts you’ve gotten each other. Its mostly clothing items you’ve both wanted and a few fun things like games, but it’s still nice to know you both pay attention to what the other wants or needs, you’re grateful that Ace pays attention to you.

“Well,” Ace sighs and brings you over to him, kissing the top of your head, “Guess we gotta clean up before Sabo and Luffy get here.”

“Mm-hm,” When Ace moves to get up, you stop him with a smile, “Actually…I have one more gift for you.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Ace is confused while you reach over the end of the couch, pulling out another rectangular box and passing it over to him once you sit back down. He’s not sure what you’ve done, but the label that reads ‘To: Daddy, From: Mommy’ makes his breath catch in his throat as he snaps his head over to you.

“Are…what…you’re—”

“You should open it, Ace.”

The grin you have while Ace looks from you to the gift and back with wide eyes makes his heart rate pick up, especially with the tears he can see forming in your eyes when he finally opens it. He starts to tear up too, seeing an ultrasound image, baby onesies,  and the positive pregnancy test in the box.

“Are, are you,” he’s trying so hard not to cry but Ace starts to pull you closer to him, bringing you into his lap, “Are you sure? You’re…you’re pregnant?”

“Mm-hm,” you wrap your arms around his neck and let Ace bury his face in your shoulder, you know he’s happy just in shock, “When I had the flu earlier this month and went to the doctor, he ran several tests to figure out what was making me so sick and, well, it was the flu but also our baby. I was going to wait for your birthday next week to tell you…but I just couldn’t anymore.”

You let him have the few minutes he needs to let the information settle, but once it does, Ace quickly stands up still holding you, and spins you just a bit with a laugh before setting you down. He takes your face in his hands, grinning away as he rubs his nose against yours before kissing you. Its unexpected, you’ve not even been married a year, but he’s just so happy.

“A baby! Our baby!! This is…this is the best gift ever!”

Ace hugs you tight while you let out a relieved breath, glad he’s happy about your pregnancy and that you’ll be parents in a few months. You know he’ll want to know more later, like your due date and anything your doctor told you, but for now, you’ll enjoy the happiness radiating off him as he holds you, and how you spend the rest of your morning lying on the couch with Ace wrapped around your middle, his head against your stomach as he tries to talk to your baby already, telling them he’s excited to meet them, how Luffy and Sabo will be happy too, and you’ll be the best mom ever, he’s sure of it.

You hug Ace close to you, kissing the top of his head and smiling away yourself.

“Merry Christmas, Ace.”

[paperlignes]

Hannibal Double Knit Scarf Using Cascade 220 Superwash Completed in ~80 hours Pattern by Me

So uh… I made this. It took forever and i've honestly never focused so much on one thing in my entire life. I'm so fucking proud of this thing.

This is my first time using the double knitting method to make anything bigger than a swatch, so my tension wasn't consistent, but I think blocking it helped.

I spent a whole week hyper fixating on creating the chart for the scarf and knitting it took from around September to end of October.

I was knitting Hannibal's section and managed to finish his bust the morning I met Hugh and Mads. I wasn't planning on bringing it to NYCC because it wasn't finished, but ultimately I said fuck it and brought it anyway. I had to hype myself up to ask Hugh to wear it for our photo op (I was so fucking nervous and honestly embarrassed like, I haven't weaved the ends in and the scarf isn't even finished holy fuck), but I asked him and he wore it!!! And later on in the autograph he said he loved it so my life is complete.

Would I do this again? Yes. And I already have a plan of what it's gonna be lmao.

Chart will come out... someday. Hopefully i'll have time during the holidays to clean it up!

[greynatomy]

perfect

alessia russo x reader

based on this and this request.

———

You were currently seven months pregnant. And you were miserable. Alessia, your wife, has been amazing through the whole journey.

Like right now, you woke up in the middle of the night after feeling some pain in your back. Unable to fall asleep, you carefully got out of your wife’s grip and exited the bedroom. You went to the living room, seeing a bit of a mess and started to clean up.

Back in the bedroom, Alessia stirs in her sleep and reaches out to the other side of the bed for you only to find it empty. The space was still slightly warm meaning you got out just recently. She gets out of the bed, shivering when her bare feet touches the cold floor and makes her way out. Entering the living room, she finds you with a duster, dusting anything and everything you could reach. She leans against the hallway wall, arms folded over her chest.

“Hey, honey. What are you doing?”

“Ugh! Don’t even get me started.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“If you can somehow get this baby out of me.”

Alessia pushes off the wall and walks towards you.

“Can I try something?” You feel her standing behind you, her breath fanning against your ear sending shivers down your spine. You can only let out a hum of confirmation, too flustered to know how to use words.

Her arms move to wrap themselves around your waist, hands coming under your bump.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh. Just lean on me.” Her voice soft, you comply, turning your head to breathe in her scent.

She intertwines her hands together under your bump, slowly and carefully lifts your stomach up. Immediately you let out a sigh, relieved at the weight being taken from you.

“Oh, I could marry you all over again.��

She holds your stomach for about a minute, pressing light kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“I’m gonna put it down slowly now.” She does, making you release a groan. “Think you can come back to bed?”

“Mmhm.”

A few days later, Alessia had gotten home late. She expected you to be asleep, but she found you awake sitting at the dining room table, laptop open and papers sprawled over.

“Baby? Why are you still up?” She asks, moving to stand behind you, hands massaging your shoulders.

You sigh, not taking your eyes off the screen.

“There’s still so much to do.”

“Well, when do you need them done by?”

“Uh, Thursday.”

“Babe. You have like a week to get it done. You’re working too much.”

“I just wanna get ahead.”

Being with you for years, Alessia knows one way to get you to stop working. Grabbing her phone, she connects it to the speakers around the house.

You look away from the screen, hearing the familiar song, a favorite of yours.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

“May I have this dance?”

You accept her hand that she held out for you. She pulls you as close to her as she could, minding your belly. It’s was silent bar the music. Alessia takes the lead, swaying to the melody.

“You really shouldn’t be overworking yourself, amore mio. It’s not good for you and the baby.”

You sigh into her neck. “I know. I just want to get everything done before she comes.”

“And you will. Just give yourself some more breaks. I want the baby to be healthy, but I want my wife to be healthy as well.”

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her homeI found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own

“Feel like watching a film with me?”

“Depends. Which film?”

“Tangled?”

“Oh, baby. If you think I was bad watching that before I was pregnant, wait and see after. These hormones got me acting up.”

“And I’ll have a box of tissues ready for you.”

She pulls away from the dance, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as the song ends, giving you a passionate kiss. It makes you tear up.

Pulling away from the kiss, she goes back to hold you, her warm breath fanning over your ear as she sings you the last line.

You look perfect tonight.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hope requests aren't closed. Could I request Gepard, Argenti, Dan Heng, and Jing Yuan with a s/o who is an excellent inventor? Toys, machines, they can make anything.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ They weren't when you requested so you're good! Also, I don't write for Argenti so hope you don't mind me changing him for Serval! She just suits here so well and I need more of the girlies so you can say I kinda took the opportunity there~ Anyway, hope it's still up to your liking!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Dan Heng probably knows both a lot and a little about subject of inventing

✧ he read about it and even saw few constructions due to adventuring from planet to planet, but he also never really did it himself

✧ you'll have to introduce him to all the shortcuts while inventing something because he knows just the long and boring way, like instructions said, he'll do the exact steps

✧ he doesn't really mind and find it actually quite interesting to help you around

✧ but if your workshop is loud... he may not be big fan... and if you're trabilazer like him and all the noise is coming from the next room? Yeah, he'd loose it...

"Y/N. How about we go grab some sweets and you finish your work later? I need a break..."

✧ don't get him wrong, he's happy you're working on your skills but he just doesn't like the noise and would much prefer go on a walk while you work

✧ but at least he helps you with cleaning and quieter parts of inventing!

✧ tho if you live on planet and he rarely visits you we it is... he may not mind the noise as much. He's simply more focused on spending some quality time with you than that

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Gepard is honestly happy for your achievements and you probably met each other through Serval

✧ but... let no one ask him who's better inventor... he's not gonna be able to choose between you and his sister so he'll end up with basic answer, simply saying you're both great which he's not lying about

✧ but if we can avoid that, he knows quite a bit about it so he'll often drop by and see how you're doing

✧ and if you need help, he wouldn't mind doing so we long as he's not busy

✧ if he won't know something... he can always ask you or Serval if you'll need some professional advice too!

✧ this boy is so busy and now he also has 2 inventors to help... he often leaves you or Serval mid day to go to another one, so he won't seem like he's playing favorites because he loves you both equally, just in different ways

"Hey love, I'll go see how Serval's doing, okey? I'll come back later so I can help you more since I know you're busy. I'll be back in 1 of 2 hours."

✧ but... Serval often kicks him out to help his partner, she's like tou cupid if you think about it...

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✧ Serval is too!! You guys either met through work and bonded OR became close and just later realized you're both inventors

✧ when you were far enough into relationship, she definitely wanted to combine your two workshops so instead of "competing against each other", you could work together

✧ and lemme tell you... if you do it, your business is going CRAZY since you're both one of the best inventors in Belebog

✧ if you ever struggle with idea, fixing or making something, she's the one you should go for!

✧ she knows you're a bit better than her and will often mention it, not because she had low self-esteem but because she's proud girlfriend and wants to compliment you

"Hehe~ C'mon, you're the best at it! You need to teach me your trick someday, alright? In exchange... I could take you on a date next week! I'll clear my schedule so we can spend entire day with each other."

✧ expect her to be a little flirty from time to time when you work, sneaking little notes between not important machines so you'll wonder why it's not working just to find love letter there, or send some flying little robot with hear or chocolates on it... many can happen when she's in the playful mood!

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✧ Jing Yuan most likely knows every citizen of Xianzhou Luofu, some worse some better... so he definitely knew you even before you got into relationship

✧ but your relationship either developed by him hiring you one day or him getting w little crush and visiting you often

✧ and when you're together, he'll often drop by to see how you're doing and he'll you around

✧ and when he can't come check up on you because of his work... he'll simply send someone to you! It can be either Cloud Knight on patrol or Yanqing passing by

✧ he loves seeing how much you can do with just the idea and materials. So he'll sometimes sit down next to you and watch you work

✧ his favorite thing is to see the project developed all the way from simple scratch to finished product

✧ he'll also remind you of breaks, taking you out for something sweet or to restaurant whenever you finish project you've been working for days

"It looks great, my dear. Now let's go eat something. My treat. Trust me, you deserve it for all the good work you did there."

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

[archangeldyke-all]

a request for butch Sevika & reader that met via blind date at a lesbian bar & maybe ended up hooking up afterward pls <33 (butch sevika with a shitload of tattoos🙇🏾‍♀️)

love this i pray this happens to me someday lmaoo

men and minors dni

you're catching up with your old friend kimmy when she asks you if you're still single.

"why?" you ask.

"i love that you're immediately hostile, that's super healthy." she says. you roll your eyes.

"you're gonna try to set me up again!" you accuse. the last three times kimmy sent you on a blind date with one of her 'friends' you ended up getting drunk as the woman across the table sobbed about her ex to you. "i'm not interested in your messy ass friends." you say. kimmy punches you.

"well then you'll love this one, because she's not my friend. she's my coworker." you give her a deadpan look. "i'm not asking i'm telling. i already told her you'd go." she says. you gawk at her.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!?" you ask. she shrugs.

"i think you guys are perfect for each other. for real this time."

"if i spend the entire night playing therapist ,i'm charging you therapy rates for however long the date is!" you spit.

"i'm gonna love telling this story at your wedding." she giggles.

two weeks later, you're meeting the mystery woman 'sevika' at dinner.

you're gulping down a fruity cocktail as you wait for sevika to arrive at the bar. all you know about her is that she works in the office beside kimmy's, she's gonna be 'the tall dark and handsome one,' and she 'likes boring drinks, like, whiskey and stuff'. all kimmy's words.

you pause to take a hefty sip of your cocktail, when across the bar, the door swings open and the most handsome woman you've ever seen walks through the door. your mouth drops open as you take her in. she's-- gorgeous. she's tall and sturdy and strong, one of her arms covered in tattoos, both of her arms covered in muscles. she's wearing a white wifepleaser to show off her strong arms and broad shouders, and black slacks that cling to her muscular thighs. you blink.

the woman catches sight of you and smiles, and you smile back and wave, then look away from her, focusing on your cocktail again. you're absolutely flabbergasted when twenty seconds later, the same woman is tapping your shoulder and saying your name.

you blink up at her, your mouth open in shock. "yes?"

"kimmy's friend?" you blink again, slightly confused as to how the gorgeous woman above you knew all this about you. she chuckles at your face and reaches her tattooed hand forward.

"sevika." she says. you blink. this is sevika?!

"holy shit." you whisper. sevika grins. you quickly reach forward to shake her hand. "shit, i-i didn't mean to say that out loud." you say, laughing and scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. sevika chuckles. "'s just-- kimmy didn't tell me you were..." you trail off, gulping down the embarrassing adjectives that were swirling in your head.

"tall?" sevika guesses. you laugh and shake your head no.

"i'll tell you if this goes well." you say.

it goes extremely well.

you and sevika chat over shared nachos and cocktails. she seems to be just as attracted to you as you are to her, her eyes trailing up and down your body as you speak-- or even more distracting-- focused on your lips, her on tongue darting out to lick her own.

when the night comes to a close and the bar starts cleaning out, sevika glances over at you.

"so?" she asks. you smile at her.

"so what?" you say.

"so, did it go well?" she asks with a cocky smirk. you grin and shrug.

"take me outside and i'll show you how well it went." you whisper. sevika sprints out of the bar, dragging you behind her.

in the alleyway, sevika's got her lips on your tits and her fingers in your cunt. you're grunting and moaning and scrabbling at her hair and shoulders, and just as you're about to cum, she pulls away completely. you gasp and look up at her.

"wha--?"

"kimmy didn't tell you i was what?" she says, smirking down at you. you laugh and surge up to kiss her.

"fuckin' perfect." you say, honestly. sevika grins.

"feeling's mutual."

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[lovesick-feelings]

can i req sun/moon yandere hcs?

Sorry this came very late darlings! A part of the reason is that i've been going through a lot in life and i haven't had much time to catch up but don't worry as i'll still be here for anything! (´⌣`ʃƪ)

Another reason was because of how indecisive i was for teamwork headcanons between the two. There was supposed to be more explaining how the two work together to watch over their dear but I decided to add it later in the future. I know it'll take another decade to write it out and I really don't wanna hold up this request more than I already have. ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Note: This takes place before the Security Breach incident making Moon way less aggressive and sadistic to that Moon.

SUN

♡ *GASP* A NEW CO-WORKER!?! What wonderful news that is! He barely has any older friends (mostly cause adults find him creepy), so he finds the thought of having you around thrilling! When you show up, his visits start as occasional checkups, but soon they become more regular. You are such a caring and kind person to him and the children. He loves getting attention from you so much that every time you look at him, he feels like he's going to burst!

♡ His obsession grows so strong it goes against his intended programming to frequently focus on you. He knows he’s supposed to report problems like this, but he’s sure it can’t be so bad if he feels this happy around you! This has gotten him in trouble with staff and Moon multiple times, but he doesn't understand why. He’s doing his job of making someone happy and that’s his bestest friend in the world!

♡ Sun wants to do EVERYTHING with you. Despite protests, he doesn't want you to feel left out and all gloomy in the corner, so he’s bringing you along on all the things he considers fun! It’s scary when he suddenly scoops you up in his arms and skips at lightning speed across the daycare to where all the activities are. You’ll often find yourself surrounded by children playing games or making crafts. 

♡ Your happiness together is all he wants. When you laugh at the sock puppet he made of you, he feels all warm and fuzzy inside. He wants to make you laugh like that all the time! Anything you guys make is immediately stored and displayed proudly in his room. Now that he thinks about it, he should probably organize it better for the on-growing collection of your belongings and things that remind him of you.

“Wasn’t that so fun, Sunshine!?” 

“Yeah it was but I really gotta get back to work”

“Oh - oh wait! I got another game we can play together!!”

♡ Touchy-feely does not begin to describe how Sun behaves around you. Hand holding, cuddling, hugs, you name it, he wants to do it all. When Sun sees you, he just wants to squish you, and love you, and hold you in his arms forever and ever!! Even when you're busy, he can’t help the urge to pull you into a surprise hug. He would love to try kissing you someday but he gets bashful just thinking about it.

♡ Every time you come back to your desk he’s already got a gift waiting for you there. All four flavors of Fizzy-Fazz (He didn’t know which you wanted, so he got all of them) with a couple of chips and bars. A lot of the drawings with you and him together with hearts all over or the occasional origami around your work desk with sweet messages like “You’re my sunshine!” and “You look very pretty today!”. As cute as it is, it's gotten excessive to the point where you have to clean your desk on a basis.

♡ Like a kid, he’s relentless when getting you to pay attention to him. Unfortunately, this turns him into a huge distraction because, instead of getting your work done, Sunny boy is dancing around insisting you join him for more playtime. This transitions into interactions with co-workers. When someone comes to check on you, he’s already got your attention on something else while he shoos them off the daycare grounds.

♡ Nothing is worse than an unhappy darling. If Sun senses something is wrong, he will panic. Because he's built to recognize distress when he senses it, he's very understanding. So, when he feels you’re hiding something from him, he can’t help stressing over it. Now every minor gesture can be interpreted as a huge sign. You're not in the mood for hugs one morning and he looks at you as if you dropped-kicked a baby. God forbid he finds out he’s the reason you’re unhappy 💀

♡ He’ll try so hard to make it up to you but it only worsens as he realizes it’s becoming futile. He will cling to you more if he thinks you're mad at him. While trying to reassure you of his love, he sounds like he's just reassuring himself. He'll invent any excuse to keep you longer as well. He hates making a mess, but if it means you’ll stay longer, it doesn’t matter! He takes whatever desperate measures are needed, except for violence. The shame and guilt would outweigh whatever reason he had to lash out.

“Sunshine, please don’t go! No! No! NO! I CAN’T let you go!”

MOON

♡ Was it really necessary to have you around…? As grateful as he is to have a helper, he’s been doing fine alone. He’s mostly reclusive, only approaching when needed. It takes Sun’s endless gushing about you and a few approaches for him to warm up to you. When he realizes you are someone he can trust, he’ll make an effort to talk to you more while the children sleep. His biggest comforter becomes you, someone he can watch and protect. Your genuine care turns his curiosity into fascination.

♡ Moon could care less if he’s not supposed to cater to you. He already attends to a group of children so it shouldn't be a problem if he wants you as well. He keeps it discreet around you and other staff though. It’ll only cause trouble if he’s caught acting out. Lucky for him, he can be patient. If it means having you all to himself he has no problem going the extra mile into making you his compliant little star~

♡ Despite being a staff, Moon has a habit of urging you to sleep. Some days he’s more persistent than others. He can be pretty stubborn and, because of that, you often agree with him, so he can stop staring at you from across the room. If you’re really adamant about disobeying him, he has other ways of convincing you too~ Like placing Moondrops in your drink and waiting for them to melt before giving it to you.

♡  He always tells you this is for the best. He only wants what's best for you because your safety and health are his priority. Before you know it, he’ll have you tucked in the softest pillows and blankets. He’ll stroke your hair, whispering sweet nothings as you’re lulled to sleep. There's nothing more addicting than holding your still, peaceful form in his arms. Caressing your soft face while hearing your gentle breathing, he wishes it could last forever. Anyone trying to wake you up is signed up on his hit list. 

“Now now rest, Starlight~” 

“Moon I can’t I really have to finish-” 

“Shhhh… work has no place at bedtime~”

♡ It’s always a battle for him to choose whether he wants to hold you. His intrusive thoughts keep telling him to pick up and cradle you so he can see your cute reactions. On the other hand, he couldn’t risk anyone else seeing him being so clingy. He becomes the stiffest and most awkward bot for physical affection because he can't choose what to do! He is much more daring and demanding when you two are alone. You’ll spend hours locked down in his arms while he’s snuggling against the crook of your neck. Behave and he’ll leave a couple of pecks here and there too.

♡ Moon is deliberate when it comes to his gifts. You won’t receive them from him often, but when you do it's something he knows you needed or wanted. Like the time he saw you shivering, he handed you a daycare-themed sweater or hand-painted mug for all the pens and pencils you've collected. No matter how the gift is, it must be neatly presented to you. Even the energy bars he gets for you are wrapped in a cute blue bow. He prefers to hand you his gifts in person so that way he can see what you like and what he can improve on (also because he really loves the attention he gets from it).

♡ Moon is a sly one. As he prefers a more tranquil darling, he attempts to win you over though it would be easier to kidnap you. His way of doing so is making you more dependent on him. He takes his time studying you before making any moves. When he’s not stalking you he’s manipulating everything around you to his favor. If you’re a kind person he’ll draw you in by making himself look all alone because of those awful rumors of him being scary. If you’re more wary of him he’ll take his time gaining your trust, obeying your every word, and making you feel you’re the only one that can tame him until he can finally claim you as his own.

♡ Moon can be clingy but he never goes as far as to become suffocating. He’ll allow you to have space until he senses someone is trying to interfere. His possessiveness only drives him to stalk your co-workers as well. Everyone is considered an obstacle some more than others and is to be dealt with accordingly. Moon isn’t one for violence but he’s familiar with fear tactics that will surely leave your so-called friends to regret their decision.

♡ If he senses that he is at fault he’ll change himself to be softer but the same can't be said if he believes your co-workers had a hand in your change. He’s working behind the scenes causing “accidents” to happen. Your co-workers will drop like flies and you haven't a single clue why. He hasn't shown you this side because he knows you’ll only make it harder for the both of you. But let’s say you had suspicions. Moon would either downplay the whole thing or put you in "time out". Depends if he believes there's some way he can salvage the last bit of trust in him.

“Naughty Starlight, you are not allowed to leave timeout until I said otherwise~”

[marshallpupfan]

The Air Rescue Controversy...

At the time of typing this, the latest episode of PAW Patrol to air was season 11's "Air Rescue: Pups Save a Hum-stronaut". In it, Skye's jet transformed and went out into space, Chase and Marshall dealt with falling debris that caught on fire upon reentry, and Rocky, Rubble and Zuma protected things at Adventure Bay's new airport. The controversial thing here, however, was how the latter three pups referred to themselves as the "ground crew".

The moment I heard them say that, I knew there would be grumbling around the fandom. This, combined with the continued confirmation that only Chase, Marshall and Skye received aerial vehicles, did not sit too well with fans. Those three are off saving the day, while Zuma's "job" is to press buttons to operate the plane wash, Rubble does... whatever he does, and Rocky uses a new vehicle to help load and unload luggage. Fans have pointed out the inequality regarding the treatment of three of these main characters, and how it just doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

The thing is, I don't necessarily mind the idea. In fact, I'd argue that, on paper, it sounds just fine. People tend to forget that those on the ground are quite important, too. And given the size of Chase, Marshall and Skye's new vehicles, having six large aerial vehicles in the air at the same time, and in the same space, might not be the best idea. This isn't like Jet to the Rescue, in which each pup had tiny, personal planes. Besides, I'm not sure about them trying to squeeze in a "construction plane" or something.

The idea of a ground crew sounds fine... again, on paper. The execution, like many episodes these past seasons, is the problem. If they wanted a ground crew, they should've given the three something to make them just as or close to useful as the other three in the air.

Did they? Nope.

Zuma presses a button to run a plane wash. This is pretty much all he does, outside of sticking a sponge on his paw to clean a lens or push some stairs on wheels around (I think Rubble did this once, too). Compare that to Skye and her new jet, flying around at high speeds and even traveling up into space. It's quite the gap, to say the least.

They really should've done something to prevent this. My personal idea, if you'll indulge a person who still wishes he could write for this cartoon someday, is to just ditch the ground crew idea for those three pups (and give it to someone else, who I'll mention later). Instead, how about each of the three new aerial vehicles has a secondary feature, which is ran by one of those other three pups? Marshall's plane can put out fires, but if there's ever an emergency at sea, he can launch Zuma's dropship submersible. Chase's helicopter can save the day however it does, but if something up high needs repair, Rocky can operate robotic-like arms (similar to what's inside his pup pack) while the copter hovers in place. As for Skye and Rubble, I'm not sure how to squeeze construction equipment in there, but maybe one of you can think of something.

In any case, this could've been a good way to send all of the pups into the air, not to mention it might've made for some fun toys, too ("FIREFIGHTER PLANE SET, WITH MARSHALL FIGUREINE + ZUMA & HIS DROPSHIP!! ONE BUTTON SHOOTS WATER, WHILE THE OTHER LAUNCHES THE DROPSHIP FROM THE BOTTOM!!"). Instead, they stuck three of them on the ground and gave them jobs that, let's face it, could've easily been handled by Robo-Dog. Yeah, he's oddly absent during this subseries, huh? Besides, having each new aerial vehicle carry two pups could've allowed for some fun dialogue during missions, too. Marshall and Zuma can chat while en route, and then Zuma can watch a radar or camera while Marshall's focused on putting out fires. Hey, most planes have a pilot and a co-pilot, right? There are plenty of possibilities!

Sadly, they instead went with something quite questionable. And it's worrisome, given that this could easily happen again under PAW Patrol's new director. Will the next subseries, Fire Rescue, continue this unequal treatment? Will Marshall, Chase and Skye get fancy new firefighting vehicles while Zuma only presses a button to open a garage door, Rocky just puts tools on the new vehicles and sometimes makes repairs, and Rubble gets a smaller vehicle that's designed only to refill the water tanks in said new vehicles? It goes without saying that fans are hoping that's not the case.

Despite my complaints over the last few years, I still like PAW Patrol... but I can't help but shake my head at some of their decisions as of late. It seems like every time the franchise does something good, something bad comes along to drag it down again. They give us Boomer, and then they give us Zuma's plane wash. It's weird.

Given that Marshall's my favorite, I'm hoping Fire Rescue avoids this issue. I really want his subseries to win fans over and give us something great. I don't want to see it become another Air Rescue, which hasn't even concluded yet and it's already left some fans so disappointed.

Well, we do have four 11-minute segments remaining of Air Rescue, so hopefully it'll give the "ground crew" something good to make the idea worth it. Hey, you never know! Let's hope, anyway.

[heeversee]

Heeversee Presents ✨

Yander Au

Chapter 01

Genre: dark romance

Mention of blood.

yander, obsessed, mafia, Stalker heeseung.

Damn it's a lot. For my anons who requested me to add all these in one. So here it is.

Please leave if you're uncomfortable with all these things.

Spotify playlist

Criminal love (by enhypen)

The night we met (by lord Huron)

Chaccone (by enhypen)

Do I wanna know (by Arctic monkeys)

Given-taken (by enhypen)

Maniac (by stray kids)

Gasoline (by Halsey)

(⁠/⁠¯⁠◡⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠◡⁠)⁠/⁠¯⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻............乁⁠༼⁠☯⁠‿⁠☯⁠✿⁠༽⁠ㄏ

You gasp

"what is happening here" you watch with your favourite sketch book burning.

"ohhh dear dear, my hand slipped" you heard a very annoying voice.

You silently pick your half burnt sketch book and glare at the bunch of dumb heads who bully you.

Bulling wasn't new for you. You were bullied all along your school life. Even now in your workplace.

And suddenly one day you found yourself not wanting to go to work. You were tired of fighting with the bullies, after a week of thinking about your detroiting mental health you decided to give your resignation letter and live your life.

3 months later

The bells jingle indicating above your head as your enter your safe place, the art shop. The smell of panits and canvas lingering in the air.

You took everything you needed but the last thing that was missing was red paint. You went to the paint corner to find a single tube of big red paint lying on the top shelf.

You run towards the shelf trying to reach the tube, you felt warmth on your back and a very veiny hand reaching the tube. You turn to see a tall man with his face covered by hoodie. All you could see was looming dark shadow.

"umm can I take that" you muttered pointing out the red tube.

The hooded man took a sharp breath which sacred you thinking that you could have made him angry

"ummm, I'm sorry. It's okay, it's okay I'll find the paint in another store" I laughed akwardly.

He suddenly held my hand and handed me the tube.

I tilt my head "can I take it?" I question softly

He nods his head once and that was enough to make me smile for once in last three months.

I bowed, thanking him and left the shop after billing.

Heeseung

He watches you walking to your apartment. Heeseung quickly reach to his room and watching you through the window, exactly opposite of your apartment He watchs you twirl around in your space happily.

That's all heeseung has done.

Watch.

All he has done is watching you from afar. He wishes to kiss you, hold you into his arms, cook for you, buy you paint and watch you paint for hours. But all he has done is watch you from afar.

*distant muffling sounds*

"ahh" he sighs. "I totally forgot about you" he turns around and pulls out a sword hanging on the wall. He unsheaths the sword and the dried blood covering the entire sword.

He watches the girls who bullied you tied up with their mouth stiched witch thick red wire. Blood flowing from their mouths as they cry.

"let's see.... What do i add in my collection now...." He swirls the sword.

"your blood" heeseung laughs like a maniac after killing the three girls.

He collects the blood in a long tube.

As he walks to the window blood pooling in his room. He orders the men standing beside the door to clean and dispose the bodies

He closes the cap and watches you paint the canvas red from his window.

"maybe I'll gift it to you someday. My little one."

Idk how to actually feel about this. I'm still thinking about what twist to make in this series.

A new day a new me 😂

I hope you all like this.

Fuck I'm so nervous.

Thank you for you all anons for comforting me. I hope to live a long life.

Thank you and love you 🎀🪐

[nikosamaki]

Hi guyssssss, I'm BACK 💃

Sorry I had something to deal and it took a lot timmmmme 😔😅

I promise I'll post a lot stories and HELLO to new followers ☺️❤️ Thank for following 🥰

When you touch their horns:

Lucifer:

He's shocked -he doesn't show it, of course-, but looks at you with narrowed eyes which tells you: "You're too young for death, Idiot " (Don't worry, he'll not kill you AT LEAST🤐 -because of Dia- ). In spite of you're freaking scared and near to ruin your pants, you figure out that how soft is his horns areeeeeee!!! They're as soft as silk and not to mention that you thought demon's horns must have been REALLY rough, but SOFT... No fucking way!!

As you're in your thoughts, he's blushing -I should've said it sooner, demon's horns are their most SENSITIVE part of body (Naughty 😏... Except that BEAUTIFUL part :)- and he thinks he's doing well in hiding it -but he SUCKS 😔😂.

When you saw his face -FINALLY-, his eyes are just like wolf's eyes and JUST wants to do it (you know I'm still a bit shy about saying it, so...😅), wants to make you say his name to stop, wants to hear your moans and so many things... -Your fault, because you badly turned him ON.

Mammon:

His reaction cannot be worse than Levi (I guess you've figured it out), but his face is as red as tomatoe due to blushing! (Sooooo CUTE 🥺). Though he tries really hard to control himself -not doing or saying anything silly-, he suddenly took a step closer to you -maybe just wanted to give you a good view of his horns-; and unfortunately -or FORTUNATELY!- something catches his heel and falls down on you!!! (How ROMANTIC!). In his mind, he's fucked, but doesn't know that you're dying inside -you're red, mess, REALLY confused and of course you have lots of SWEET thoughts in your mind that could happen any minute NOW.

When you look at him, he's not the same Mammon that he used to be; is he kinda cursed? -His eyes are narrowed and his face is serious. When he speaks, he's too much Daddy!! (I didn't know how to explain it 😂). :"You're MINE, ONLY mine... You didn't forget it, right? 'Cause I get the feelin' that I should make myself clear THIS time." You're amazed and scared, because you don't know what the Hell is happening?! Do you deserve it? What does it look like to be punished by Mammon?? Soon you'll find your answer, in BED!!

Levi:

Already D.E.A.D!! In shock! -he had a convulsion 😔, Poor. He canNot analyze what's the point? Why is he bowing and letting you TOUCH his HORNS?!?!? Error 404...

2 hours later...

He keeps his eyes closed because he can't handle the feeling he gets -you're FUCKING close to him- Again errors...

He tries to get calm by taking deep breath. When he becomes calm -you wish that he never gets calm-; his inner beast woke up and now you're in DANGER (Never underestimate calm Levi... NEVER!!) . You cann’t believe what you're seeing, Levi's cool?? He's not freaking out? W-who's that guy???

He's a hungry beast that wants food, wants to test every part of your body... Wants to eat you up!

You want to run, but you can’t; his tail tightly held your feet which means that there is NO way back.

Satan:

He's behavior is like Luci but has more control on it! -to be honest, he has tried this situation hundred times as if it happens someday???? (Now it's getting WEIRD 🫥). When you ask him to let you touch his horns, he takes a sit and lead you on his lengths -he gives you a good view of his horns. Well you didn't know that it's a trap 😏. Like you don't even know HIM :/ - ;When he led you on his lengths, you figured it out very suspicious but somehow you ignored your warning though and sat (A stupid move🤦). While you were touching his horns -he's blushed-; he pulled you on bed ! (Very CLEAN move😔👌). NOW you've understood that you're FUCKED UP. He grins at you and says:" Kitty, let's play GAME , but not the usual one... The SPECIAL one."

Asmo:

No need to ask!! He just grabs your hand and put it on his head -means “Go ahead, TOUCH MY HORNS”. Since you’re naive (Too MUCH naive); again you’re tricked –just like Satan’s situation- and started to rub his horns. They’re very soft!! –even softer than the rest of the brothers 😲. He doesn’t let you to think or do anything else, in the blank of an eye, you’re tied up on his BED! (You canNOT guess how that happened… You better not to try to figure it out; it’s for your own sake😊).

Erotic eyes which shows he’s turned on badly, a smirk on his face that want to do VERY very bad and UNHOLY things with you… Bent down and said in your ears:“ Now I got YOU… Just YOU & ME🤭❤️” (You’ve got the right to scare😶… He’s the avatar of LUSTttttt, so don’t think that you can handle any shitty things that’s going to happen!)

Beel:

Doesn’t care :/ (That’s not new… because we’re talking about BEEL). He changed into his demon form and bent that you can touch the horns. At least you’re a hundred percent sure that he WILL NOT do any BAD things –or maybe he’ll but you don’t know? Who knows??. Just when you touch his horns, his stomach starts groaning 😑 (Well, you’re LUCKY… Be optimist !). He asks you for food and you said you’ll give him some food. BUT, but when he said “FOOD” he didn’t mean chips or burgers or else; HE meant YOU!!! (You idiot, how can someone be that much silly?????). As the way he’s misunderstood your meaning -or you were the one who didn’t understand his question-, he grins and stand straight, Looks down on you and lick his lips :“ You look DELICIOUS 😋. I want to start from your lips”. Here’s when you find out the situation BAD (Mostly like you’re FUCKED). He bite your lips and lick them hard…

You want to set yourself free, but you’re very weak against him. There is no way BACK, accept your destiny that you’re going to BE FUCKED by Beel😅🤗.

Belphie:

Veryyyyyyyyyyy FUNNY question… NOPE😥. (No wonder that no one can imagine how you’ll be fuck by him :/ I CAN’T!!)

And of coursee.... Happy Valentine's Day 💘

[kieuecaprie]

On a whim, I decided to play on a different fork of Space Station 14 after a particularly rough round on Salamander (It's been getting highpop lately so it's been pure chaos and it's hard to keep in character as Adalite, a skittish and sweet reptilian, when so many bad things are happening.).

After hearing a good first impression of it from a friend, I chose to play on the Delta-V server and ported Adalite over to get my hours in.

First shift was a latejoin as a janitor, pretty much was uneventful, I just wanted to hop on to get myself situated with the community. And because I could not play Janitor on WizDen, lmao, that role is about as hard to get into as AI is right now.

Second shift was extended and I wrote up a greentext-like story to explain what happened. Feel free to click the read more:

> Be me, Adalite Tosimizu, Janitor aboard the station Lighthouse in the Delta-V sector > Just an average shift, clean stuff up, pick stuff up, dump it > Recycler windows kept breaking. Adalite's knowledge of building comes in handy and a reinforced window is created > Befriend a clown who fell into disposals (They were later called out by CC for not being clown-y enough) > Head to Epi to deal with a spill that cannot be cleaned with water. > It's potassium 💀 > I use a cleanade after failing and everything is a-okay! 👍 > I crit 💀 > Get taken to medical by the Mystagogue > It was just radiation > Okay, everything is good again! 😄 > Take a break to play Vamo Alla Flamenco on the guitar that was left lying around. > Vibe for a moment until… > Be… me? Adalite? Huh? ❓❓❓ > Confusion abound as both Adalites check each other out. > Turns out the paradox anomaly is just as confused as I am. > We immediately hit it off! 😀 > Do an impromptu team-building exercise with the slime coming out of the vents. > Holy shit, my clone is so nice! > Continue as normal, just now there's another me, I guess. She seems chill, so… > An explosion happens in north-west maints... 💥 > Decide to foolishly go investigate. Bad idea. > Nearly crit myself again, scrambling to escape maints with an emergency crowbar. 😰 > Comms light up. It's Nukies. 😰😰😰 > Head to bar to hole up for a while, meet my clone again. > Explain to her what happened, break down crying from nearly dying again. She consoles Adalite. 🤗🤗 > Everything appears to be normal again, lone-op got got, so it's just a little messing around with the new speed boots Epi made for everyone! (They had 20) > It's evac time. Shuttle was not recalled. > Head to the shuttle with Adalite and sit down. > Shorkie got captured in the chaos 😭🦈 > Make it to CentComm with Adalite and head for the bar for some peace and quiet. > We chat for a little bit before I realize I lost my blue shork in the chaos. 😔 > She gives up her pink shork and we end the round hitting each other with our own Weh-Wehs. > tmw it was an admin who was playing Adalite's paradox anom this entire time.

>Be me, KieueCaprie, sitting in lobby lamenting how scary and cool the paradox anom was. >See this in OOC:

😭

For the uninitiated, Paradox Anomaly is a midround ghost role exclusively on Delta-V which makes a complete clone of a random crew member. Your goal is simple: * Befriend yourself and make sure they get out alive * Kill and replace yourself from the universe you found yourself in. * Make it back to Central Command alive and unrestrained.

SIKE! It's not simple! You cannot greentext as a Paradox Anomaly! You basically get a choice of RP branches. It's pretty cool and to see it be used on me in my second shift on Delta V was both scary and cool, and heartwarming when it turned out the paradox anomaly was really sweet, just like Adalite.

Maybe I'll check out the other forks too someday but having a good first experience in Delta V is really something. Think there's RMC14 and Frontier I'd like to check out.

[littlest-w01f]

Window Shopping

For @acotargiftexchange

This is my gift for my lovely recipient @cinmawrites

ACOTARGIFTEXCHANGE MASTERLIST

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven

It was a rather sunny afternoon despite the cold, and the lively sounds of the city filled the air as they strolled along the bustling streets, navigating through crowds of shoppers. Mor had convinced Feyre to accompany her to a recently opened boutique, eager to see the stock.

Inside, the store was dimly lit, its walls adorned with eclectic displays of clothing, accessories, and decor. Mor immediately gravitated towards a rack of flowing dresses, running her hands over the silky fabrics with a practised touch.

"Feyre, come check this out!" She called, holding up a dress in a rich, sapphire blue. The garment sparkled with intricate silver embroidery, catching the light and highlighting Mor's already striking features.

Feyre walked over, her eyes widening as she took in the stunning dress Mor held up. "Wow, that's gorgeous," She breathed, reaching out to trace the delicate pattern of the embroidery with her fingertips. The fabric seemed to shimmer and dance under her touch, as if infused with an inner light.

"Try it on," Mor urged, already heading towards the trial rooms in the back of the store. Feyre nodded, following her friend and slipping into the curtained enclosure. A few moments later, Feyre emerged, the sapphire dress clinging to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination.

Mor's jaw dropped as she took in the sight of Feyre, the vibrant colour of the dress accentuating her complexion and bringing out the warm tones in her hair. "Feyre, you look incredible," Mor exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "That dress was made for you."

Feyre smiled shyly, fidgeting with the skirts of the garment. "Do you really think so? I've never worn anything quite like this before."

"Then it's about time you did," Mor replied with a wink. "Come on, let's get some shoes to match. Something proper."

As they continued browsing the racks, Feyre couldn't help but steal glances at herself in the mirrors, marvelling at the transformation the dress had wrought. She felt almost regal, like a queen stepping out of a fairy tale. The sensation was intoxicating.

"You know, you'd clean up nicely at one of those fancy charity galas Rhys is always dragging me to..." Mor remarked casually, though there was a hint of something more beneath the surface. Feyre felt a flutter in her chest at the mention of Rhysand's name, her mind drifting to the web of emotions she harboured for him.

"Maybe someday," Feyre said wistfully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, moving it around to set it in an updo before letting go. Mor led Feyre to the shoe section, where she was going through several pairs. "But for now, I think I'll stick to my usual. besides, we're here to get you something for your date with Emerie, not for me." She said, even as she stared a longing look at a pair of strappy blue heels that would fit the dress on her perfectly. "I'll just change back. Then we can see." Not waiting on Mor to try to convince her.

After Feyre returned to her original outfit, Mor steered her back towards the main part of the boutique, where they began scanning the shelves once again for potential purchases. Feyre found herself lagging slightly behind, her gaze periodically drifting back from the pretty high heels to the sapphire dress she had set down.

The two friends were trying to find a gift for Mor's girlfriend when Feyre spotted a delicate necklace nestled amongst the other jewellery pieces on display. It consisted of a single, luminous brown opal suspended from a slender chain, the gemstone glowing with an ethereal inner light. The piece was a mesmerizing beauty.

"I love this," Feyre breathed, lifting the necklace from the counter and turning it over in her hands. The opal seemed to pulse with energy, as if responding to her touch. "How about this, Mor? So elegant and understated."

Mor examined the necklace, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, Feyre, yes, this is exactly what I need for Em, it's beautiful and it matches her eyes." A faint blush covered Mor's cheeks like it usually did talking about Emerie, the girl a year younger than them at their university, they had met over a project outside of curriculums.

They purchased the necklace and having it wrapped neatly in tissue, placing it in a gift bag alongside a box of gourmet chocolates Mor knew Emerie adored.

After securing their purchases, including a deep red dress Mor was going to wear, Mor and Feyre exited the boutique, the scent of fresh flowers and perfume mingling with the aroma of the market place. As they strolled along the sidewalk, Feyre couldn't shake the image of herself in the sapphire dress from her mind.

Mor, seemingly oblivious to Feyre's daydreaming fantasy of herself in that gown, chattered excitedly about her plans for the evening with Emerie. Feyre listened half-heartedly, trying her best to concentrate on her friend.

"Hope you don't mind, I'll have to rain check on our lunch plans, I should get these things back to our dorm but I hope you don't mind I told Rhys we were gonna be here."

That was the last thing Mor had said before she flashed a smirk and a wink and dashed off, leaving Feyre alone as a familiar car pulled over near a T-point.

Rhysand stepped out of the sleek black car, his piercing dark blue eyes locking onto Feyre as she approached. He looked devastatingly handsome in a tight black shirt that showcased his toned physique, paired with dark sweats that hugged his lean hips. Feyre's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, this was the most casual she'd seen him, muscles bulging his compressed shirt, as if he'd just done working out.

"Well, well, looks like I caught you admiring little trinkets in the shop windows," Rhys teased, his low, velvety voice sending shivers down Feyre's spine, eyes dancing in amusement. "Did my sister really just run seeing my car?"

Feyre rolled her eyes playfully at Rhys' teasing remark. "She mentioned something about needing to get back to the dorm with her shopping haul. So yeah, she basically spotted your car and bolted, you could say that."

"Did you buy something for yourself?" Rhysand asked playfully as the driver in the car drove it off to parking. When Feyre simply shook her head, he smiled "Aw, poor Ms Archeron, did my sister abandon you before you could get something? Come on, we can always carry on where she left." He raised his arm in her direction, silently asking her to take his arm, muscle flexing under his shirt.

Feyre hesitated for only a moment before sliding her hand into the crook of Rhysand's elbow, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. His strong arm encircled her waist, pulling her close as they began walking together, the city sounds fading into the background.

"So, how was your day otherwise?" Rhysand asked, his tone gentle, curious. "Any excitement?"

Feyre sighed, a small smile playing on her lips as memories of her earlier moments flooded back. "Well, I managed to get around the other stalls here. I've never been in this place, It's... Nice, open."

Rhysand chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent delightful vibrations through his chest and onto Feyre's arm pressed against him. "Ah, yes, this market tends to cater to those who are looking to slpurge, it's not too expensive, I find it reasonable for the fine quality." He explained, guiding them past various vendor stalls offering exotic fabrics, rare jewels, little souvenirs, and trinkets. Feyre paused to look at everything, and then, so did Rhysand, making sure to note what made her eyes truly sparkle. "Although I understand not wanting to spend too much. Everything looks so magnificent one would want to buy everything."

As they wandered through the bustling marketplace, Rhysand pointed out interesting items and shared anecdotes about the vendors, his knowledge of the area was impressive, this place was a childhood favourite of both Mor and Rhysand, The Rainbow, Mor had told her they called it when they were younger, because of how vibrant everything was. Feyre found herself captivated by his presence, enjoying the easy talk and the way he effortlessly commanded attention without seeming arrogant.

As they passed by an art supply shop, Feyre's eyes widened with excitement, drawn to the vibrant colours and array of materials displayed. Her fingers itched to explore the textures, to feel the weight of a new brush in her hand. She turned to Rhysand, her face alight with enthusiasm.

"Oh, Rhys, look! Can we stop for a minute?." She exclaimed, already inside and reaching for a few packed brushes to examine more closely, eyes going over the paints and different colours.

Rhysand followed her inside, an amused expression crossing his features. "You know, I always did guess you were artistic, Feyre," He commented, his tone tinged with curiosity. "What kind of art do you enjoy creating?"

Feyre's eyes sparkled with delight at Rhysand's question, a genuine passion radiating from her. "I love painting landscapes mostly, especially mountains and forests. There's something about capturing the essence of nature that just speaks to me." She explained, carefully selecting a few tubes of paint - emerald green, rich earth tones, and a deep cobalt blue. "But I dabble in portraits too, when I'm feeling more expressive." She held up a small sketchbook, looking through the pages to feel the texture.

One of the shop workers greeted Feyre enthusiastically. "Oh, hello miss, I see some things have caught your eye! Would you like help with anything?"

Feyre nodded and showed the woman the paints and brushes she'd selected, chatting animatedly about her techniques. The employee listened intently, nodding along and making recommendations. Rhysand leaned against a nearby shelf, observing the interaction with interest.

As Feyre continued to browse, the employee pulled out a few additional items, a set of high-quality watercolours, a specialized palette knife, and a unique blending sponge. "These might interest you, miss," She said, handing them over. "The watercolours are particularly lovely for capturing subtle shifts in light and colour. And the palette knife adds such depth and texture..."

Feyre's eyes grew wide as she accepted the extra supplies, her hands caressing each item reverently. "Oh, wow, thank you so much!" She gushed, barely able to contain her excitement.

Rhysand watched with amusement as Feyre's face lit up, clearly delighted by the thoughtful suggestions. He couldn't help but admire her passion, the way she lost herself in the world of art. It was refreshing, "I think we might have to visit this shop again soon," Rhys murmured, his gaze lingering on Feyre's flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. "If only to see you in your element like this."

At the checkout counter, Feyre carefully arranged her purchases. She glanced up at Rhysand, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks as she realized how many items she'd accumulated. "Alright, I may have gotten a bit carried away," She admitted sheepishly, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of her shirt. "You were right... I want everything here."

Rhysand chuckled, shaking his head in good-natured amusement. "It's perfectly fine, Feyre. Never apologize for indulging in something that brings you pleasure... Now." Rhysand pressed his palm against Feyre's forehead and put her at an arm's distance, taking her by surprise, "Please get all of this packed and ring up the bill." He handed the cashier his card, the black shining under the direct light above.

"Hey-" Feyre tried to reach over to him, arms stretched out, but Rhysand kept her away from the counter, much to the amusement of the sweet old man behind the cashier, probably the owner.

"And I noticed she forgot those adorable stickers and that brand of markers, so do add that as well to her supplies, and I noticed this pack of multiple brushes, so that too." Rhysand said, waving his card towards the packs.

The elderly cashier beamed. "Of course, sir! Right away!" He efficiently rang up the additional items, adding them to the growing pile of supplies.

As the total mounted, Feyre felt a pang of guilt, knowing Rhysand had covered the entire cost. She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a knowing look and a subtle shake of his head, he let her go when she stopped trying to get to him.

Once the transaction was complete, Rhysand took hold of the bag containing Feyre's newly acquired art supplies, his grip firm yet gentle. He offered her his arm once more, a silent invitation to continue their stroll through the market as they made their way outside.

"You're welcome, Feyre," Rhysand said softly, his voice teasing. "Consider it a small early birthday gift, or holiday bonus, or whatever."

Feyre's heart swelled with gratitude, her fingers instinctively brushing against the side of the bag, feeling the weight of the art supplies within. "Thank you, Rhys, you didn't have to pay." She replied sincerely, her eyes meeting his. "But this means a lot to me." She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with all the appreciation she felt.

In that fleeting moment, a charged atmosphere crackled between them, as they both held the bag of supplies together, a palpable tension that seemed to thicken the air around their entwined hands and the bag between them. Rhysand's piercing gaze locked onto Feyre's, his expression unreadable save for the slight flicker of his eyes. Feyre, too, felt her breath catch, her pulse quicken, as if sensing the shift in their connection.

The air hung heavy with unspoken emotions as Rhysand and Feyre stood there, frozen in time. A single heartbeat passed, two, three... Without breaking eye contact, Rhysand reached out with his free hand, lightly tracing a finger down the curve of Feyre's cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His touch was feather-light, almost imperceptible, yet it sent shivers coursing through her veins.

Feyre's breath hitched as Rhysand's fingertips grazed her skin, the sensation sending waves of warmth rippling beneath her flesh. She leaned into his touch ever so slightly, her eyelids fluttering closed for a brief instant before reopening to meet his intense gaze once more before dipping to his lips.

For a moment, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them suspended in that intimate, electric silence. Time seemed to slow, stretching out the seconds until it felt as though hours had passed since Rhysand first laid his hand upon her cheek.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the spell was broken. Rhysand withdrew his touch, stepping back with a smile that belied the raw emotion still simmering in his eyes. "Shall we continue shopping or do you wish to go back to your dorms?"

Feyre blinked the haze she had found herself in clear, "I'll... I'll just walk back... I... I should go anyway." She couldn't believe how close they had been. She wanted to feel his hips against hers, despite how cold and chapped they suddenly felt by her own breath.

Rhysand nodded, letting go of the bag and not missing how Feyre clung to it. "Very well, then. I shouldn't keep you..." His voice was steady, betraying no signs of the charged moment that had just transpired as he watched her go, hoping she'd look back, maybe she'd run to him, give him a kiss before she left, reassure him that he hadn't imagined it, but she didn't. And those damned legs of his seemed to freeze him in place. He knew he should've gone easy with his body today.

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The Edge of the Blade, Part 2.

Months had passed since Zoro's defeat at the hands of Y/N Dracule. The memory of that fight still burned in his mind, fueling countless hours of grueling training. The swordsman had no intention of staying the underdog forever. He vowed that the next time they crossed paths, it would be different.

And fate, as it often did, seemed eager to test that resolve.

The Thousand Sunny had docked on a quiet island for supplies. Luffy had dragged the crew to the town square, claiming there was a festival. Music, food, and laughter filled the air, but Zoro hung back, uninterested in the revelry. His hand rested instinctively on the hilt of his sword as he wandered the outskirts of town.

That's when he saw her.

Y/N stood in a clearing outside the town, her sword glinting in the sunlight as she practiced. Each swing of her blade was precise, her movements fluid as though she was dancing with the wind.

Zoro stopped in his tracks, watching her for a moment. Then, as if sensing his presence, Y/N turned. A smirk tugged at her lips when she saw him.

"Well, if it isn't Roronoa Zoro," she said, sheathing her sword. "I was beginning to think you'd been avoiding me."

Zoro stepped closer, his expression calm but his eyes burning with determination. "I don't run away from a challenge. And I've been looking forward to this."

"Oh?" Her smirk widened as she tilted her head. "You think you're ready for me this time?"

"Only one way to find out," Zoro replied, drawing his swords.

The clash of blades rang through the clearing as their fight began. Zoro came at her with all the power he could muster, his strikes fast and relentless. Y/N blocked each one with practiced ease, though she could tell he had improved.

"You've gotten faster," she said, sidestepping a slash aimed at her shoulder. "And stronger."

"You talk too much," Zoro shot back, his grin sharp as he pressed his attack.

The fight was different this time. Zoro wasn't just relying on brute force. His movements were more controlled, his strikes more calculated. He was adapting, reading her movements and anticipating her counters.

For the first time, Y/N found herself on the defensive.

But Y/N wasn't one to be easily cornered. She spun gracefully, her blade cutting a tight arc that forced Zoro to leap back. Taking advantage of the distance, she launched a precise thrust aimed at his midsection.

Zoro parried, their blades locking together. The intensity of their gazes met, and for a moment, neither moved.

"You've been training," Y/N said, her voice low but approving.

"Every damn day," Zoro replied. "Because of you."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the admission. But the moment of surprise cost her. Zoro shifted his weight, breaking the blade lock and landing a clean strike against her sword arm.

Y/N hissed as she stumbled back, her grip on her sword loosening. Zoro didn't hesitate, pressing his advantage with a powerful overhead strike. She managed to block it, but the force drove her to one knee.

Zoro pointed the tip of his blade at her throat, his chest heaving with exertion. "Looks like I win this time."

Y/N looked up at him, her expression unreadable. Then, to his surprise, she laughed.

"Well done, Roronoa Zoro," she said, lowering her sword. "You've earned it."

Later, as the two sat by a fire in the clearing, Y/N wrapped a bandage around her arm while Zoro cleaned his swords.

"You've grown stronger," she said, breaking the silence.

Zoro glanced at her. "You're still better."

"That's not true," Y/N said, her tone serious. "You've surpassed me in raw strength. And your technique has improved. If you keep this up, you might even surpass my father someday."

Zoro froze for a moment, her words sinking in. To hear praise from someone like her—someone who carried Mihawk's legacy—meant more than he cared to admit.

"Don't think I'm satisfied with just this," he said, sheathing his swords. "I'll keep training. And next time, I'll beat you so thoroughly you won't have anything to laugh about."

Y/N smiled faintly. "Good. I'd hate for you to get complacent. I'll look forward to our next fight."

As they sat together under the stars, an unspoken understanding passed between them. They were rivals, but perhaps something more—a connection forged in the clash of blades, destined to push them both toward greater heights.

For now, though, there was peace in the quiet camaraderie they shared, the bond of two swords sharpened against each other.