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It’s the end of Darling’s world, and she knows it. Actually, her world died three years ago. Darling is a survivor. But when Darling hears the call of another lonely girl over her radio, Darling has a choice. She can die in the bunker she calls home or find what she craves most — a true friend. 

Written By: Katie Rose Rogers Narrated By: Katie McGrath

Well well well the dream team is back, and magic was once again made! I don’t think I’ll ever have enough wonderful things to say about the Katies! But I shall continue to try. @katierosietoesrogers is a creative savant, a writing powerhouse, and a dream of a human being! You can count me forever as her biggest fan! And Katie McGrath, who has so healthily escaped social media… I mean what a truly remarkable actress! Everything she touches is elevated. And once again, she breathes such life into this story! I’m honored these two continue to come of this journey with us!

I can’t wait for you all to listen to HOW TO SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE!!

[chenziee]

Second of my three pieces for the @opblondebombshells zine!! It's available for download for free, so check it out! ✨

This one is with perfect illustrations done by @trashchaser, please just look at them they're so beautiful ;__;

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“White Knight” Cavendish in Trouble?!

NEW WORLD, Grand Line | by Absa

Is “White Knight” Cavendish in some kind of trouble? That was the question running through our minds as we stalked—excuse me—secretly followed everyone’s favorite Pirate Prince after anonymously interviewing him about the cursed Straw Hat’s Grand Fleet. (See yesterday’s World Economic Journal for details.)

When we said our goodbyes, we noticed Mr. Cavendish was slightly nervous about the time, as if he had somewhere else to be. Naturally curious what had the usually confident pirate so out of character, we decided to see what was going on.

His first stop was his ship… but we knew that couldn’t be it. And so, we waited patiently for two hours for him to come back ashore—and boy, was the wait worth it! My dear readers, the sight this man made! He was shining even brighter than usual, his outfit flawless and worthy of a front page on the most prestigious fashion magazines and perfectly accentuating his princely appearance. It was clear he put a lot of care into his look today and it honestly made us wonder whether he spent the entire two hours just getting ready.

Having seen him walking away looking like a fashion star, it was quite obvious he had an important meeting (or perhaps, a rendezvous?!) ahead of him. And we couldn’t miss out on a scoop like that.

But then, we couldn’t believe our eyes when we saw him approach—believe it or not—none other than the most hated pirate on all the seas, Bartolomeo the Cannibal!

It was near-impossible to hear what they were talking about, but from the few words that carried over to us it was clear the hooligan was scolding his partner for being “three fucking hours late!”, to which Mr. Cavendish simply shrugged, smelling his beloved rose and muttering something—something that only made the Cannibal throw his arms into the air in annoyance.

Mr. Cavendish seemed unphased by his barbarian behavior, however. He smiled brightly, so much in fact that our visual transponder snail was momentarily blinded when we tried to take pictures. He didn’t even protest when after a few muttered complaints, Bartolomeo grabbed his wrist to drag him somewhere, not at all fighting the violent grip on his hand the entire time they walked together.

Confused by why the “White Knight” would let himself be treated this way, of course we followed them. We were surprised even further when they arrived at an expensive looking restaurant, where the two of them were led to a table that was seemingly booked in advance.

What were they talking about? Was the Cannibal blackmailing him somehow? That was something we aimed to discover when we sneaked inside the restaurant.

Unfortunately, it was not possible for us to get close enough to the pair without a waitress tripping over me and becoming my wife—I mean, without being discovered.

What we can tell you, however, is that they ate a full course dinner together, chatting the whole time. By the way Bartolomeo rolled his eyes a few times, it seemed that Mr. Cavendish talked about himself a lot—but on the other hand, he also looked annoyed whenever Bartolomeo would start talking about something excitedly, pointing at a copy of Straw Hat Luffy’s wanted poster he pulled out of his wallet for some unknown reason.

At one point, it looked like they got into a fight with their faces very close to each other. It almost looked like they were kissing… but as the Pirate Prince and the Cannibal being that close is frankly unthinkable and honestly straight up impossible, we are assuming some secret information was being passed—possibly to threaten Mr. Cavendish!

What is going on between them?

Is “White Knight” Cavendish in danger?

Can he get rid of Bartolomeo the Cannibal somehow without harm coming to him?

We shall keep an eye on them and keep you, our wonderful readers, updated on the wellbeing of your most beloved star in the following issues of our magazine!

For now, we can only pray for Mr. Cavendish’s safety together.

- If you are able to provide us any more information on this matter (or want to become my wife), please contact our editorial team via the News Coo! -

[cheolism-archive]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well heheh what are your thoughts on seungkwan cumplay? him pushing his cum back into you multiple times after cumming inside you and also like making you keep it in as you walk around the house? making you keep your underwear on and loving when he sees it drip down your leg!!

nsfw warning | minors do not interact |

i've never given cumplay much thought before but:

seungkwan can't help but be possessive. he's at the bottom of the pecking order in a group of 13 while also being the younger brother to two sisters. possessiveness ran in his blood as deeply as his kindheartedness. but with you he can't help it, can't help but be possessive. it's horrible, he can't help but think, how he watches chan make you giggle and he can feel his heart clench and twitch with anger. it's horrible, he thinks, and then --

you and your cunt continue to twitch as seungkwan pulls his cock out. you're shivering, hands twitching. seungkwan slides one of his hands into one of yours, admiring how his long fingers look compared to yours. you squeeze his hand and he turns his attention back to your cunt.

his cum leaks from your cunt. it's a perfect picture, staining the insides of your perfect thighs. seungkwan moves his long, slender fingers to between your cunt. you can feel his fingers brush along your pussy as he gingerly shoves his spunk back in.

"should go around with my cum between your thighs," he murmured, somewhat unaware of what he was saying. he hooked his thumb into your cunt, covering it in your juices and his spunk. seungkwan then moved his thumb to your clit, watching as his drenched thumb spread more and more of his cum along your clit and cunt.

you moaned and more of his cum came from your cunt. seungkwan took what was spilled and spread it over your thighs, eyes wide. if he kept his cum on you like this, kept it smeared across your thighs then it would show the others. it would show everyone. show everyone that he wasn't going to share you, that you were his.

he would love it. love for you to go to work with his cum stuffing your cunt, leaking through your underwear. would they be able to smell it -- be able to smell him on you? and it would leak, surely, leak down your thighs and knees. everyone would see it, too, would see how you were his.

he glanced up your body. your eyes were fluttering. he shifted his hand out of yours, the movement causing you to open your eyes again. seungkwan shifted up your body. you had his cum on your thighs and cunt, yes, but what about the rest of you? what about your beautiful mouth that he caught himself staring at far too often, what about your lovely fingers that struggled to wrap around his cock, what about his cum in your belly, owning you from the inside out?

[goldkirk]

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[samthecookielord]

Taco has mic for support but what about toilet????????guy has no one???? He wasn't even at the concert :[ hello??????? Get these sad british weirdos in a room and talking about their shared grief for mepad

[sparkysparklightning]

hey y'all remember this? and this? (aka the 'tratie instead of percabeth' HoO fix-it au I had thought up and posted abt?)

well I actually went and wrote the au! took me more than a year to plan at least a decent amount out (enough to actually publish the fic confidently), but here we are! mind you, tratie isn't the only major change from canon in this fic, this au is an excuse for me to try to rectify some big points of dissent in the canon HoO series, and I hope I will do it justice.

fr though this has been hanging around in my drafts, mocking me, until finally I decided to start 2024 off right

so at last, presenting to you guys: my heroes of olympus rewrite-fix-it-au!!

[tundrakatiebean]

I am so on my love each other soap box today. I’m going to be insufferable for weeks.

[icezansky]

give me your longfic icemav recs 🔫

[youareinlove]

i dont think the bridge in shake it off is that deep but i also don't think harry is the ex man in the song it's probably john m*yer and the new girlfriend is katy since i believe that was one of the reasons why they were beefing (as much as she would like to deny it lol) the fella with the hella good hair is 100% harry 😭 like no one else fits that line.

see i think just about everything on 1989 is that deep because it's such a compact and concise album that says so much at the same time. seemingly simple sentences that actually have a world of meaning behind them is its entire point. also, i think the "hella good hair" line isn't that literal, it's basically a stand-in for "ok i'm gonna hook up with someone else if you are too"

[izzysarchivedblogs]

reminder my pepper potts is proud to be a trans woman :)

trans your characters. trans your faves. nature will heal.

[afteriwake]

Shang-Chi/Katy, 12, pearl gray

And here's another fic in the "Shifting Relationships" series! The title came from a 30 Day Writing Challenge prompt and the prompt for the number was “'You always look beautiful.'”

Like Waves In The Ocean - Shang-Chi sees Katy in a different light when she's dressed up for a wedding they're both in.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE

“Don’t look!”

“I’m not looking!”

“I mean it, Shang-Chi. You look and I’ll kick your ass into next week.”

He laughed as he covered his eyes. “I promise. Hurry up or we’re going to be late to the wedding.”

“I just need to get the pearl necklace on. The damn latch isn’t catching.”

“If you let me look I can help.”

There was a long pause from Katy’s bedroom, followed by a huff. “Fine. But you laugh at me in this dress and I’ll also kick your ass into next week.”

Shang-Chi uncovered his eyes and went into her room. Her back was too him but he caught her reflection in the full length mirror and stopped. That was not his Katy. She’s stunning, he thought to himself, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You’re...gorgeous.” he managed to get out. Katy was in a long pearl gray dress with a discrete slit up the right side to just above the knee, and it had an empire waist that showed her cleavage a bit more than he was used to. The pearls she was holding around her neck were accentuated with pearls at the bottom of the knot her hair was in. She wasn’t wearing any heavy make-up, and he assumed that would be done at the wedding venue.

“Thank for the lie, now help?”

“I’m not lying,” he said, snapping out of his near trance and moving towards her. “Katy...you didn’t even look this way at our prom.”

“Well of course I didn’t. I wore a neon yellow tux.” He took the pearls from her and opened up the latch, closing it on the hole at the other end of the necklace. He let his hands linger on her shoulders and he felt a shiver run through her.

“Do you have a wrap or something?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, and he could see she was blushing slightly. She moved away from him and got a pearl gray wrap from the back of her chair. She put it on her shoulders and did a little twirl. “You really think I look good?”

“Any number of guys are going to be happy to dance with you at the reception,” he said.

“What about you?”

He blinked. Oh, he’d love to dance with her. He found himself wanting to do more than just dance with her. Like kiss her. He wanted to kiss her right now, but she beat him to the punch, brushing er lips across his. She pulled back for a moment, and looked up at him before her pulled her in and gave her a proper kiss. The wrap fell from her shoulders as she reached up to frame his face, continuing the kiss.

Reluctantly, he pulled back. “The wedding.”

“What?”

“We’re going to be late for the wedding if we don’t go soon.” He reached up and brushed his fingers agaisnt her cheek. “But all I want to do is stay here and kiss you. You look stunning today, Katy, but really, you always look beautiful. I was just...blind.”

She leaned in and kissed him again. “Hold that thought for after we’ve had some drinks and some more kisses like that.”

“So this is a good thing?” he asked.

“I think it’s a good thing. I think it’s a great thing. But Michelle and Yung will kill us if we don’t get there in time to get Soo’s and my makeup done for the wedding, and we still need to pick up Soo and John.” She gave him a soft smile. “But this is definitely a good thing.”

“Okay,” he said, grinning back. “Good.”

“Good.” She picked the wrap off the floor. “Put the pedal to the metal, Big Guy.” Shang-Chi offered her his arm and she took it, and they left the apartment with him feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

[chenziee]

Front-Row Seat

Written for the @opmlmzine 🤍 Hakuba's gonna need a good night of wine and murder after this

Last chance to grab the zines! Store closes on July 1 🌸

Also, check out the amazing spot art done by @majoraop!!

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Hakuba was a simple man with simple needs. With Durandal by his side, he only needed enough humans in his hunting grounds to keep him happy.

He was a simple man with simple needs—needs which did not, however, involve bouquets of roses sprinkled with sugar ‘for better flavour’, wine, candles, snarky little notes, or oh-so-romantic walks on the beach during sunset.

Okay, maybe the wine he would accept but everything else? Absolutely not.

So why exactly was he stuck here, cursed to watch from the actual front-row seat as Cavendish prepared to go on yet another stupid ‘date’ with his idiot little boyfriend? He was sick of it. So, so very sick of it.

Literally; Hakuba felt like he was going to puke the next time the two of them kissed.

As if on cue, Cavendish reached the meeting place, the horse themed fountain in this island’s largest port city. To no one’s surprise, the annoying, ugly mess of green hair was already there, shining like a beacon and letting everyone know to steer far away from the pirate. But them, oh no, of course not.

“Cavendish! You’re three damn hours late. Again,” the pirate, Melonomeo—or something like that—hissed the moment he noticed Cavendish strutting towards him.

Cavendish sighed dramatically, tossing his long, voluminous hair over his shoulder. “I keep telling you that beauty can’t be rushed, Bartolomeo.” So that was his name. Close enough.

Bartolomeo rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, your favourite excuse, I know.”

Huffing, Cavendish looked away—seemingly in offence… but Hakuba knew it was to hide his embarrassment. After all, he did spend two absolutely agonising hours picking an outfit and then another two hours doing his hair. To be ‘his most beautiful yet’. 

The giddy lovesick fretting was downright sickening and Hakuba would have jumped out the window of the captain’s cabin if he could have.

And here he thought Cavendish with his beauty and popularity obsession was bad before. Now, Hakuba would give anything to go back to the days when Cavendish’s delusions were the only thing he worried about. Since meeting this guy… it was all about what he might think or say. Not all the time—or even most of the time—, of course, but on days like this one, it was like no one else’s opinion mattered.

As if Bartolomeo was capable of higher thought or cared about his or anyone else’s appearance, as proven by the absolutely godawful pants and the ugly Straw Hat pin on his coat.

Suddenly, warm fingers wrapped around Cavendish’s wrist, making Hakuba hiss like an angry cat. 

��It’s a damn good thing I know your slow ass and booked a table for four hours later than you said,” Bartolomeo announced with a smug smirk before pulling on Cavendish’s hand, forcing him to a walk. “Come on, Cabbage, we’re gonna be late ‘cause of you.”

“Don’t pull me, you brute!” Cavendish scoffed… but frustratingly made no effort to break free of his hold.

“What, should I offer you an arm like you’re a damn princess or something?” Bratolomeo threw a look at Cavendish over his shoulder, his eyebrow raised in a mocking fashion.

This little shit.

Hakuba knew the look wasn’t aimed at him but oh, how he was going to enjoy dicing this guy into little pieces… eventually. For sure. He’d get an opportunity any day now.

Not for the first time, Hakuba cursed the way these two met. Why did that trip to Dressrosa have to deteriorate into a bloody war? If they just met casually over coffee or something, Hakuba could have had killed him the first night but as it was… Bartolomeo was all too aware of Hakuba waiting for the first opportunity to take control of their body. Going so far as to have his underlings tie him up in sea prism stone chains.

The humiliation.

Oh, revenge would be sweet.

Cavendish clicked his tongue, dragging Hakuba back to the harsh reality. “Most people would thank me for gracing them with my dazzling presence, you know,” Cavendish said with slight annoyance.

“Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me. Sucks to be you, I guess,” Bartolomeo retorted without missing a beat, that irritating smirk back on his face. Showing off his stupid fangs and all.

A beat of silence passed… before Cavendish burst out laughing of all things.

Seemingly just as confused by the reaction as Hakuba, Bartolomeo stopped in his tracks before letting go of Cavendish's wrist so he could turn to look at him. A frown on his face, he tilted his head to the side questioningly like a dog. “What’s up with you?” 

“You’re impossible,” Cavendish let out in between chuckles as he shook his head.

“At least I’m not insane, unlike you,” Bartolomeo said slowly, confusion still apparent in his voice.

“Sure, sure.” Cavendish waved his hand dismissively before he stepped forward again, easily passing by Bartolomeo. “Come on, stop holding us up! We can’t keep my fans at the restaurant waiting.”

“It’s a reservation, not a fanmeet! Also who’s the one—argh!” Bartolomeo stopped himself with a frustrated shout. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath… before burying his hands in his hair and ruffling it roughly, muttering to himself something about ‘annoying princes’ and ‘why the fuck do I suffer this’.

Honestly, Hakuba had to ask the same question—both to Bartolomeo… and to himself.

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The day seemed almost never-ending.

By the time Cavendish and Bartolomeo finally finished eating—with candles, to Hakuba’s horror—and left the restaurant, Hakuba was already at his bloody limit. Seriously, there was only so much leg touching and badly disguised, terrible flirting that he was physically capable of witnessing before he needed to murder a person or twenty.

It wasn’t fair. Why was Cavendish the one in control most of the time? And why did Hakuba have to be conscious while he was at it while Cavendish got to sleep while Hakuba had his fun?

What did Hakuba ever do to anyone to deserve this treatment?

Unfortunately for him… the dinner date wasn’t the end of it. Of course it wasn’t. That would be letting Hakuba off too easy.

To be fair, it could have been a lot worse—when they passed through a street that was so full of hotels if felt more like a Red Light District, he honestly feared the absolute worst—but even just the handholding and bickering while Bartolomeo saw Cavendish to the Sleeping White Horse of the Forest was about enough for Hakuba.

“—so then I replaced Red Hair’s flag with Luffy-senpai’s and handed out our Straw Hat Boxes to people. Soon, everyone will know just how awesome the Straw Hats are,” Bartolomeo rambled on, waving his free hand around and clenching his fist in adoration for his idol.

Cavendish, who had only been humming noncommittally the whole time, blinked, turning his head to stare at his companion blankly for a moment. “‘Straw Hat Boxes’?” he repeated.

“Yeah! You want one? I always carry a few on me, hang on.” He started fumbling with his bag, obviously searching for the box in question.

“Absolutely not!” Cavendish refused immediately. “I’m just astonished you successfully came up with a name that managed to take something ugly and terrible and make it something even uglier and more terrible.”

“Are you insulting Luffy-senpai?!” Bartolomeo bared his teeth as he demanded an answer.

No, he’s insulting your stupid ass, Hakuba thought to himself.

“No, I’m insulting you,” Cavendish said at the same time.

Well, there was at least something they could agree on.

At that, Bartolomeo… nodded. “Oh, okay. That’s—” he paused for a second, before the words finally clicked in his empty head. “Man, you are such a bitch.”

“A beautiful person others admire so much it makes them hate themselves? Why, yes, I am that indeed.” 

“No,” the green-haired caveman retorted immediately, giving Cavendish a look.

Cavendish only laughed conceitedly, dismissing the denial as jealousy, and Hakuba honestly wasn’t sure if his other half was really that dumb or if he was just deflecting. Not that it mattered that much to him. The only thing that did matter to him was the ship, which was now finally within reach. Very soon, he would be free from this… cutesy hell.

Hopefully, without lasting mental damage.

Hakuba barely finished the thought when the two lovers stopped to say goodbye. With Cavendish getting on his tiptoes, pulling Bartolomeo closer.

If he could, Hakuba would be smashing his head against the nearest wall but as it was… he could do nothing but watch helplessly as the inevitable happened.

The moment their lips met, butterflies began to flutter in Cavendish’s stomach, warmth gathering in his chest. The kiss was so soft and impossibly sweet… It made even the deepest parts of Hakuba’s entire being shudder.

It was in that moment that Hakuba decided. The next time he was in control, he would be killing Bartolomeo first.

And then… then he was killing Cavendish.

[didsomeonesayventus]

Oh yeah forgot to promote these on tumblr but I made a 2-shot about Diamant and Alfred being estranged childhood friends > lovers, essentially the same fic from their differing perspectives. 18k between the two and can be read in either order imo but Diamant’s was written first and Alfred’s came after. Makes some light references to chapter 10-11 of engage + spoilers for Alfred’s supports/unpaired ending but all in all fairly detached from the main plot or major spoilers.

So yeah idk if you like mutual pining idiots who either don’t know or don’t want to say they’re in love I present to u the diafred duology

[corelliaxdreaming]

For day one, non-SAM aro theme of @arospecfanworksweek. MC Larkyn Kingsley from one of my current original projects, Posts from Camp Getaway, is an aro who hasn't figured out her sexuality yet and isn't in a rush too. Fresh out of high school, she accepts a job as the new social media manager for a camp owned by family friends. When said friends joke (they are joking, right?) that she might be able to document her own romance there, she can only laugh internally.

[sparkysparklightning]

chapter three of the lost hero from my HoO rewrite au is out!! featuring a piper who has a different backstory relating to the wilderness school, a different relationship with her lineage, and more or less a pretty thorough character makeover!

also changes to the aphrodite cabin!

plus special featurings of katie & connor dynamics, piper getting into a mini spat with connor, a kayla knowles cameo, and of course rachel getting possessed

thank you for reading and hope y’all enjoy if you do!!

[theangrypomeranian]

18, 19, 20 💖

katiiiiiiieeeeeee <3 <3 <3 18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? oh lord really calling me out here lol. probably this exchange from chapter 20 of Baby Steps, it still makes me squeal lol: “No one else is gonna hurt ya,” he murmured against her throat, sending a thrill through her body. “Got it? No one else is gonna touch ya.” “Okay,” she whispered, her bones feeling like jelly. “No one else,” he breathed into her ear, his breath sending chills down her spine. “Just me.” “Just you,” she agreed, her hand trembling as it went down to grip the collar of his shirt. She opened her eyes and pulled back to look at him, searching his eyes. “It’s just us. Right?” “Right,” he nodded, his hands on her waist and pulling her closer. “It’s just us.” 19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs. got some more Barryl comin' y'alls way soon hopefullyyyyyyy Her eyes went between him and the book, her expression contemplative. Then she held the book out. “Here. You can borrow mine.” “You sure?” he asked, a little stunned. “I mean, aren’t you reading it right now?” Her smile was easy as she looked at him. “I know the story nearly word for word by now, I don’t need it.” Then her eyes lit up. “I know! You can give me one of your favorite books while you’re reading it so I have something to do.” The idea of giving her something of his was deeply and intimately personal, and he immediately nodded. “Yeah, okay, I can do that! I’ll bring something tomorrow.” He took the book from her, being careful as he slid it into his bag. “I’ll text you tonight when I start, let you know what I think.” 20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written? the stakes are high, the water's rough (but this love is ours). i just think it's so so cute and it fit the fic really well. <3