#moss introduced them too me

[sponxersbonkers]

Discovered Fairy shrimp yesterday, they are adorable and everything

I made little scrunglies based off them

[zorosangell]

I LOVE INN!!! I love devoted pathetic men! I need to see them during the time skip tho! What if during the two year training arc (idk who or what she trains under, you can make that up) she happens to stop by the same island zoro and mihawk where stopping by on their way back to Gloom island. It’s been well over a year since they’ve seen each other, and it’s been pure torture for them both (and also the inconvenience of zoro relearning how to properly shine his own swords and fold his laundry the special way he likes it). I���d like to see your take on this!

⛥ﾟ・。 bento

synopsis: part two of inn -- you and zoro have a heartfelt reunion on the sabaody archipelago... with the help of a kindly fisherman.

cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, zoro is DOWN BAD for reader, reader's a cutie, fools pining pretty much.

a/n: i love writing zoro like this

"Hey, gramps," Zoro started, yanking open the flap and entering Isamu's Fresh Fish tent, his eye snapping over to the old man hunched in the corner. "I'm lookin' to do some fishing."

Confused, Old Man Isamu halted his movement, looking up from his basket of lures to find the infamous, three-sword wielding pirate hunter.

Roronoa Zoro.

Of course, being a lonely old man who lived on the outskirts of Sabaody Archipelago, he had no idea who he was.

I mean, why would he need to know?

But even still, he couldn't help the shiver that rolled down his spine at the sight of the moss-head's scowl, its intensity sending a slight pang of fear through the man's old heart.

"No offense, young man, but I wouldn't exactly peg you as the fishing type..."

Zoro sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Normally, you'd be right... I'm supposed to be meeting some friends on this island, but they haven't made it yet, so I'm bored out of my skull."

Scratching the side of his face, he glanced out to sea, a certain sense of homesickness plaguing his chest.

"I used to have someone to do this for me... but she's not around right now. So I need something to keep me entertained while I wait."

It felt odd offering to do the fishing himself, as he could barely even remember the last time he picked up a fishing rod.

But the feeling was nothing new, as for the last two years the swordsman had been forced to take up the tasks that you had been so insistent on doing for him.

Fishing... Laundry... Shining his swords...

Even dressing his wounds, which, although Perona did for him, still didn't feel the same as when you did it.

It wasn't long before he realized how much he took you for granted, and how subpar his domestic skills were in comparison to yours.

He bristled, annoyed with the aching throb of his heart.

God, he felt pathetic...

A measly two years apart, and all of a sudden he was a ship without a rudder.

"So, you think you can help me out or not?" he asked, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

"Sure. I'll finish getting everything we need ready and then meet you on my boat right over there," Isamu nodded with a warm smile, standing to his full height and pointing toward a small fishing boat moored to the shore. "We'll have to wait a moment, though. A young woman is supposed to be joining me."

Zoro's brow raised, intrigued.

"Young woman?" he asked, expecting some elaboration.

"Why yes! She's been fishing with me for the past two days and is just such a sweetheart!" the old man gushed. "She went into town to go grab us some lunch before we left. Said something about picking up some polishing equipment, too."

That caught the swordsman's attention.

"Polishing equipment?"

"Yeah, for swords," Isamu nodded, leaning in a little closer to the swordsman and lowering his voice. "Between you and me... I think her boyfriend's a pirate. I always catch her lookin' out at the sea, like she's waitin' for something."

He gave Zoro a pat on the back with a small chuckle, a little sorry.

"It's a shame. If I hadn't known, I would've introduced you two. Y'look like her type."

Intrigued, Zoro looked down at himself, fighting off the thunder in his chest.

'Could it be...?'

"What'd she look like?" Zoro asked, straight to the point. "About this tall? (h/l), (h/c) hair? (s/c) skin? Nice (e/c) eyes? Pretty smile?"

Quickly, he shoved his hand into his robe, hurriedly rummaging around until his fingers locked on a piece of crumbled paper.

"Like this?" he asked, hopefully, pulling out your wanted poster and holding it up for the old man to see.

He'd managed to get his hands on it when he joined Mihawk on a grocery run and found it posted up on a fruit stall.

When no one was looking, he shoved it in his pocket, and kept it with him ever since.

Sure, it was a little stalker-ish, but when it came to you he didn't really care.

"Yes! That's her!" Isamu nodded, turning to the man. "She said she's been waiting for some friends to show, too!"

Instantly, the pieces clicked, the old man suddenly realizing your relationship with the swordsman.

He was he thing you were looking out to sea for.

With a knowing smirk, he gave Zoro a slight nudge, amused.

"Oh, ho ho! You must be the fella she's been searchin' for..." he grinned, almost as a congratulations. "You're a lucky guy! She reminds me of my Emi."

With a faint roll of his eyes, Zoro sighed, trying to muffle the burn of his cheeks by turning away.

That is... until a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Hey, watch it, asshole! That bento's for the old man!" you spat, the sound of a scuffle occurring in a nearby alleyway.

'(y/n)!'

An embarrassing amount of excitement soared through his chest, a certain glimmer returning to his eye at the sound of your voice.

Springing into action, he sprinted toward the noise, quickly drawing his sword.

Whoever was on the other side of the altercation wasn't going to be standing by the end of it.

"Wait, young man!"

But Isamu was too late, as the swordsman was already at the mouth of the alley.

Bring his feet to a screeching halt, Zoro lowered himself into an offensive stance, taking a gauge of the situation as he prepped his attack.

You were standing off with a large man, who was about five times your size, huge with muscles and practically cracked out on testosterone.

An opponent like him would've sent you running for the hills two years ago.

But you stared him down with conviction, a small smirk quirking on your lips.

And without warning, you broke into a sprint, charging the man head on.

You had to calculate this just right, or you were going to get squashed like a bug.

Zoro watched with surprise as you used your running start to slide between the thug's legs, nimbly scaling his body like a tree and swirling yourself around to pull him off balance.

"The hell?!"

He tried to grab at you, but your movements were too quick and it wasn't long before you were sat right on his shoulders, your thighs locking tightly around his neck.

"Gimme back the damn bento, you bastard!"

Effortlessly, you threw around your body weight, flipping both of you over and slamming his head into the ground, creating a small crater.

But you weren't done.

With a soft grunt, and a small jerk of your legs, you twisted his neck with a sickening crack—the action sending a warm tingle through Zoro's stomach.

He'd be a liar if he said he didn't find your demonstration incredibly hot.

You pulled yourself up off the ground with a chuckle, using your foot to poke the man, who was down for the count, before snatching the lunchbox back from his grasp.

"Have a nice nap," you wished, cheekily, pulling down your eyelid and sticking out your tongue.

But, when you turned your attention to the alley's exit, your eyes landed on a certain green-haired swordsman—the star of a multitude of different daydreams you'd enjoyed throughout your two years apart.

Time seemed to slow down as your eyes met, him having been staring at you since he entered the alley.

'Gods...'

He was huge, way more muscular than what he once was, and now donned a scar on his left eye, which was permanently shut.

His chest was exposed in his robe, showing off his big pecs, and his hair was still just as green and unruly as you remembered.

Lighting up like the world's brightest Christmas tree, you let out a loud, dramatic gasp, dropping the lunchbox in shock.

"Zoro!" you cheesed, completely forgetting about the bento as you rushed toward him.

"(y/n)! You made it!" Zoro broke into a wide grin, utterly relieved to see you were okay.

Launching yourself into his arms, you tackled him to the ground, pulling him into you as he let out a few laughs at your enthusiasm.

"Ah! Look at you! Those muscles! That hair! You look great! I missed you!" you squealed, ecstatic to see your favorite guy in the flesh.

Though, in your excitement, you had failed to realize you were suffocating the swordsman with your breasts.

"Mished you, twoo!" he nodded, muffled, frantically patting your back. "But yer killin' me!"

Finally noticing, you quickly pulled back, flashing him a sheepish smile.

Relieved, he took in an aggressive gasp, before turning to you with his grin once again.

"That was a new special move, huh? I've never seen you do something like that before!" he asked, eagerly.

"You noticed, eh?" you raised a brow. "Yeah, it's a maneuver my master taught me back on Kibi, a martial arts island."

A proud smirk rose to your lips, having waited to tell him of your success for so long.

"It was hard work... and I got knocked on my ass a bunch... but the monks at my temple managed to beat some kung fu techniques into me," you cheesed, cheekily. "I might not be on par with you yet... but it's only a matter of time."

His eyes found yours, and the way you were looking at him made his chest roar.

You were making it a bit hard for him to focus.

He was already holding himself back on a thread of sanity, and now he had to deal with the fact that you looked like a goddess in human form, and smelled of cocoa butter and vanilla.

Your curves were curvier, your hips were dippier, and you now had an unspoken confidence that could bring any man to his knees.

Literally and figuratively.

You had him like a hook on a line, only he didn't want to be set free.

You found his eyes, slightly confused, as his expression morphed into one you'd never seen.

"I. Love. You." he stated, firm and breathless.

Your eyes shot wide, a sharp tinge of red burning onto your cheeks.

The floodgates were opened.

There was no going back.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours, hard, unloading well over two years worth of pining.

You sank into it almost immediately, matching his fervor as you rested your hands on his chest, grabbing him by this robe and pulling him even closer.

The two of you moved together in perfect sync, fitting like puzzle pieces, as you kept up with his rhythm.

He grasped you by the small of your back, pressing you further into him and giving your hips a little squeeze, earning a quiet squeak.

Close wasn't close enough.

He wanted you even closer than that.

He wanted you so much, every part of him in contact with you was on fire.

But, alas, you two were human, and air would need eventually.

The two of you separated with a gasp, cheeks flushed and foreheads resting on each other.

"I don't think you have any idea how long I've been waiting to do that," he smirked, catching his breath.

You smiled, sliding your hands up from his chest to his shoulders.

"I think I do," you confessed, looking up at him with those sparkling, (e/c) eyes of yours.

'Fuuuuuuck...'

He leaned in closer, about to say something else when, of course, he was interrupted.

"Hate to break up a touchin' moment, kids..." Old Man Isamu chimed with a knowing smirk, the two of you snapping your heads up with surprise. "But might I suggest the inn across the street?"

You both separated, for real this time, and stood up, you straightening out the wrinkles in your clothes as you glanced at the building.

Without warning, Zoro scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder, forcing you to yelp in surprise as he turned around to walk across the street.

"Zoro!"

"Thanks, old man!" Zoro waved with his free-hand, unable to fight the pep in his step as his grip tightened around your thighs.

He cracked a smile, glancing at you on his shoulder with an expression Isamu could only attribute to a man in love.

"Your bento's somewhere over there, sir!" you called, limp, and horribly embarrassed as your swordsman dragged you away. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry, dear!" Isamu assured, waving back. "You kids be safe!"

It made his day to see two young people so utterly smitten with each other, as that seemed to be slowly becoming a rarity.

You both reminded him so much of how he and Emi used to be...

Even still, he couldn't help but dreamily sigh, watching as you two entered the inn, playfully bickering like an old, married couple.

'Ah, young love...'

[soapyblubbles]

*.•° 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 °•.*

pairings: poly!marauders x nymph!reader

summary: james introduces you to his two friends

warnings: implied “sharing.” do with that what you will.

a/n: who was gonna tell me that i actually have to check my inbox to know if i have asks 🙊 anyways this is set before pieces of me !! this is dedicated to the anon who asked me about nymph!reader back in august 😭

You tug roughly on James’ arm, mindlessly cooing as you pull him deeper into the cave.

He doesn’t understand anything that you’re saying, but still he nods along enthusiastically, intently focused on each syllable that leaves your mouth. You had been surprised when he showed up earlier than usual, especially when you realized he had brought others along with him.

The two trail behind uncertainly, their rising alarm resting sour on your tongue.

The long-haired one made you especially wary.

He doesn’t show any outward signs of being nervous but you sense emotions better than most. His wild energy puts you on edge. His aura is bitter, like the unripe fruit that dangles from the trees that tower over you when you journey into the forest. There’s also a hint of sweetness reminiscent of the nectar that the bees sometimes bring you.

If the long-haired one is the fruit then the tall one is the branches, balancing out his companions' wild nature with his never ending patience. That’s not to say he doesn’t have any chaos of his own. You can feel it writhing underneath his skin, especially when he shifts around every now and again, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort. Though you think that it might be because of how he’s forced to hunch over every now and again, the tips of his hair brushing against the jagged ceiling whenever the floor of the cave gets too uneven.

The taste of honey dew makes your mouth water, along with a richness similar to the dark colored treats James brings you every once in a while.

“Are we almost there?” James’ hushes them and a frown forms on both their faces. You peer at them with interest.

“James.” The tall one scolds, his throat raspy with sleep. “Don’t ignore us.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, yes, we’re almost there. Merlin, all you have to do is wait a few more bloody minutes.”

“Well excuse me if I decide to ask a couple questions when you drag me in the middle of the forbidden forest at this hour.” The tall one hisses back, looking far more lively than he had moments before.

You tug on James’ sleeve, straightening up as his attention instantly falls back to you. “Yes, love?”

You gesture to the cave, turning back to stick your tongue out at the two behind you. Although they're infinitely confused, there’s no doubting the fact that you’ve piqued their interest.

“Bloody brat.” The two mutter in unison.

James ignores them, trying his best to listen to your incomprehensible, but excited mutterings.

“Found the poor thing bathing in a creek when I was roaming around as Prongs.” James sighs, clutching his wand tightly as he walks the familiar path.

They stop just as you reach the entrance to what looks like a house, gazing around in awe as the glass bottles and mason jars start to come to life, fireflies moving around in them restlessly. The unnatural glow coming from the small pond by the back alcove couldn’t be from anything but magic. You lead them further into the room, pointing to the small collection of rocks and other random items, sorted in a chaotic manner.

“Wow.” The shorter one whispers breathlessly.

You push James on your makeshift bed, made up of moss and hay. You sidle up to his side with a contented hum. “Brought her some stuff when I could. But for now I figured I’d share her with m’best mates.”

They both pause at that.

“What?”

“Trust me, the poor thing can barely even understand us.” He assures his tall friend.

Seeing how unconvinced they still were, he sighs and turns to you. You perk up at his attention, letting the small stones you were messing with fall to the floor as you give him a bright smile.

“You’re just a dumb little nymph aren’t you?” He coos down at you. You nod along eagerly, eyes shining with adoration as he mocks you.

“Such a dumb girl, who’s my dumb girl, huh?” His voice was not unlike the voice one would use when speaking to a puppy and you just smiled along, practically bouncing in place at his upbeat tone. You latch onto his arm, fiddling with the fabric on his jacket.

James sighs at your actions, pulling you closer into him, your teeth making a soft ‘click’ every time you bite down on the material.

Sirius gives Remus a heavy look, the long haired boy looking doubtful when Remus walks over, hunching over you. His slender finger trails up and down your calf. “Such a pretty girl.”

You must’ve understood what he said because no sooner did those words leave his mouth, did your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him forward harshly.

With a speed that surprised even him, his arms shot out to either side of your head, letting out a loud groan as a few small rocks dug into his palms, just barely managing to stop himself from crushing you.

You let out a series of loud clicking and chirping noises, unaware of how improper your actions were. He lets out a huff, rising to his knees as you continue to babble nonsensically. “You don’t do that. You understand? Tha’s not nice and someone could’a gotten hurt.” His tone is firm and you squirm in place, peering up at him with wide eyes.

James had never spoken that way to you before.

Bashfully, you turn away from him, hiding your face in the crook of James’ neck. “Hey mate, don’t be rude to my best girl. Just cause I’m sharing ‘er doesn’t mean you need to be a prick to the poor thing.” He grumbles, petting your head softly.

Remus just sighs, shaking his head at you two before calling out, “Are y’just gonna stand there all evenin’?”

Sirius, who was still wandering around the cave, shook his head, as if coming out of a daze. “Sorry mate, s’just cool in here.” He moves to sit down, but freezes when your head snaps to him. You bare your teeth, hissing with furrowed brows as you eye the way he’s just a little too close to James.

James lets out a booming laugh as Sirius’ features morph into a scowl.

Remus slaps James’ arm. “Be nice.”

[littlefanficprincess]

Dancing across my mind

🎆One shot🎆

Pair: Tai lung x reader

Song: Someone to you (Banners)

"Dive and disappear without a trace, I just wanna be someone"

Important: (Y/A) = Your animal, ‼️Spoilers for Kungfu Panda 4‼️

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It felt like it was ages ago when I had first met him, a life time ago.

I was about the age of eight, just moved to the valley of peace with my family. It truly lived up to its name, a lot calmer compared to the big city. A very welcome change.

A young (y/a) emerges from a building which was covered with posters. In her paws/feathers/claws were a (f/c) colored fan.

My mother was a traditional dancer, a famous one at that. She use to perform at theaters near our old home. I wanted to be just like her.

The small creature stumbles through the villages, watching as other pass by. Her (e/c) look up and latch onto a mountain with a Cherry Blossom tree on it.

Her eyes sparkle in fascination. She picks up the pace, and almost begins running. Unknownly, she almost jumps into a geese who was carrying a crate full of vegetable.

Finally after a few minutes was carrying herself up. She reaches the top of the mountain. It was really high, she could even see her house from here!

I sometimes wonder if I never went to the mountain on that faithful day, I most likely would've never met him.

The (f/a) moves to stand in the beginning pose, she in- and exhales like her mother taught her. She carefully moves her arms/feathers, feeling the wind flow past her form.

She couldn't imagine how amazing she looks as feels cherry bottom leafs flow through the breeze.

Her grip on the fan loosend and she accidentally drops it on the moss covered rocks. She was about to retrieve her when a pair of paws grab them.

She looks up, meeting two kind golden eyes. Those belonging to a snow leopard that seemed her age. He shyly bends down on one knee "I think you've dropped this" He holds out the fan for her grab.

(Y/n) reaches and takes it from him, feeling her wing/paw brush against his. "Thank you, um..." She says, not knowing his name.

"Tai...Tai lung!" He introduces himself, seeming to have trouble with his words. He seemed shy and excited at the same time.

There was something special about him, but (Y/n) couldn't place her feater/finger on it. "Thank you, Tai Lung" A smile appears on her face. "May I ask what brings you here?"

"I might have had a burst of anger and my jiaolian had send me over her to meditate and dim my anger" Tai Lung explains, akwardly fiddling with his paws.

(Y/n) resumes the begin pose, holding the fan tightly "Why don't join me, dancing always makes me relax"

Hesitantly, Tai Lung moves to stand next to the other. He copies the begin pose, looking at his arms and legs to make sure he was doing it correct.

His eyes watch (Y/n)'s movements, observing the dance. He follows her moves, soon they were moving in sync. Tai Lung realises how peaceful he felt, feeling the wind flow through his fur.

Not so far away stood Shifu, proud to see his student was able to calm the burning rage in himself.

For years, (Y/n) and Tai Lung met on the mountain. Dancing and training togheter, Tai Lung was even able to teach (Y/n) some fighting moves. (Y/n) became a better dancer and Tai Lung became a greater fighter.

But it came all to an end on the day he told me about his 'Destiny'.

(Y/n) sits calmly ontop the mountain, her eyes were shut. She in- and exhales through her nose. From behind she could hear someone approaching, she knew those footsteps all too well.

She turns just time to be grabbed by the waist and held up. The one holding her up was Tai Lung himself, seeming very happy for some reason.

(Y/n) couldn't help but let out an excited giggles, gripping into his strong arms as support "What has you so overjoyed?"

Carefully, Tai Lung places the (y/a) down back on her feet "The next time you will see, I will have the title of the Dragon Warrior!"

"Fancy title, will you get a metal of honor along with it?" (Y/n) Jokes, smiling at her companion.

Tai Lung chuckles, shaking his head, amused by her remark "Maybe, If I'm lucky. I know you'll be proud of me"

"I already am, I always have been"

After he left, I waited for him. It was so quiet underneath the cherry Blossom tree. I missed his laughter, his snarky remarks that would always brought a smile to my face.

(Y/n) looks at the letter she was holding, she was planning to give it to Tai Lung. She sighs and places it in a drawer, closing it after.

Rumors grew, stories about him destroying a nearby village. They would follow me everywhere, as many knew how close we were. Most of my shows had town.

Years past, the rumors became less and less. Until he left everyone's mind, but not mine. Fifteen years later, I had walked out of theater I usually perform at.

The infamous (y/a) strolls out of the building, holding her trusty (f/c) fan by her side. She pauses when she hears crashing nearby.

A figure gets flung infront of her, only a few meters away. They use their fist to bring their motion to a stop. It was Tai Lung.

As if feeling her presence, he turns his head to look at her gaze. Their eyes widen at the sight of the other. Tai Lung didn't get much reaction as he was punched in the stomach by Po, making him fly out of sight.

Scared, (Y/n) rush out, trying to find her old friend. She follows the trial of destruction, going all throughout the valley.

She found it stopped in the middle of the street, with a huge crater in the street. She turns to a pig standing nearby "Have you seen a snow leopard by any chance?"

"The dragon Warrior had defeated him a few moments ago, you just missed it" The pig explains to her.

Next to pig were three bunnies, jumping up and down, excitedly. "It was so cool, he went like pow pow pow!" "Then he did skadoosh!" "It was like send that cat to another dimension"

Hope dissapears in her eyes as the possibility of him being dead. After all these years she sees him finally, only to hear that he could already be dead.

A few years later

One by one, the old enemies return to the spirit realm. General Kai flies into the golden portal, leaving Tai Lung to be the only one left.

"Guess it's your turn now" Po turns to his old foe, holding his staff with a tight grip.

Tai Lung shakes his head "I won't, atleast not yet, Dragon Warrior. I have some businesses to take care of" He turns and walks up the stairs. The Bandits, along with po's dads stand aside to let him walk past.

"Should we just let him walk out of here like that?" Zhen asks Po, using her thumb to point towards the leaving snow leopard."I mean, what is the worst he can do now that he isn't out for revenge" The panda replies, shrugging his shoulders.

Meanwhile (Y/n) was in her home, pouring some tea in a small cup. She pauses when she hears rummaging, it sounded like it was near.

Turning around, she finds her old friend bend down on one knee. Tai Lung had his head lowered, not meeting her eyes.

"Tai Lung..." (Y/n) mumbles underneath her breath, taking the few of someone she hadn't seen for so long.

"I have down many reckless and irresponsible things. All I ask for you is your forgiveness, only if you think I deserve it" Tai Lung says, not moving an inch.

(Y/n) stays quiet, not sure what to say. The snow leopard takes the silence as rejection, he was about to get up and walks away.

When he was brought in to en embrace by one other than the (Y/a) "You don't know how much I've missed you"

"I missed you too, my dancer"

[featherandferns]

pirates : where are they now?

jj maybank x bestfriend!fem!reader

word count: 1.5k.

read pirates | Thank you so so much for 1000 followers!!! Since starting this blog in May of 2023, I have written so many characters and storylines. I get so many lovely anon messages telling me about their favourite universes and wondering what happens next after my fics have ended. So, I thought to celebrate 1000 followers, I’d indulge. Here’s the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so far…

The route to Pirate’s Cove was as familiar to you as the smell of grass and the taste of orange juice. It was as familiar as the feel of JJ’s hand in yours, fingers intertwined just as your lives had been since you were children. In your spare hand you carry an old blanket and in his, he carries a cooler loaded with snacks and seltzers. The birds chirp from trees and there’s the distant rustling of bushes and shrubs hinting of critters lurking. It’s likely that gators bathe in the watery swamps that you pass by but you seem to have finally outgrown your fear. Maybe that’s just JJ’s effect on you, though. He always makes you feel safe. 

The transition from friends to lovers was only slightly rocky at first as the two of you found your footing. It felt different changing from referring to one another as ‘friend’ to ‘babe’. It felt almost too easy not to turn when the other was changing though. But none of it was weird or bad, just different. The Pogues had taken your relationship easily. You assumed that most saw it coming from a mile away. That’s what your parents said when you filled them in on yours and JJ’s situation. Of course, the conversation with your parents then nicely bled into the always painful ‘safe sex’ talk. 

Now, a year in, you could hardly remember a time when JJ wasn’t your entire world. Can hardly fathom not looking to him as your rock, your shelter and your light. Can hardly comprehend him being your dorky best friend instead of your dorky boyfriend. 

“Alright, I got one,” JJ says, “that time when you convinced John B that girls shed their balls at the age of five.”

You immediately crack up, the memory flashing back to you. As you laugh, you feel JJ squeeze your hand just that slightest bit tighter. Something about it makes your smile grow. 

“Oh my God, the look of pure horror on his face,” you giggle. 

“Swear to God, that’s the most shit-scared I ever seen him,” JJ chuckles, shaking his head at the memory. 

“Don’t know why he was acting like I was about to yank his nuts off him,” you snort. 

JJ groans at the visual. “Great. Now all I can think about is John B’s balls. Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him for good measure. 

As the journey of reminiscing comes to a close, the two of you approach Pirate’s Cove. The ivy had grown unruly over the years, creating a type of canopy that led into the opening of the cove. Moss covered rocks and water kissed stones; wildflowers and overgrown shrubs; logs for frogs and toads to bask and layers of leaves for critters to call home. The smell of damp soil and pollinated greenery submerges you in memories. As if sharing a thought, the two of you take a pause and look it all over. It felt like a lifetime since you’d returned to the cove. Things have become busy and, quite frankly, chaotic in life lately. The jovial search for treasure revealed some rather dark corners of John B’s life. Now you were lucky to spend your days not running from one square grouper or another. But here, in Pirate’s Cove, the two of you feel safe from the worries of the world. Safe from JJ’s ever angry father. Safe from the madness that came with searching for the Royal Merchant. 

This is where you beat JJ in countless imaginary sword fight. This is where you shared your first kiss, rosy cheeked and puppy-fat faced. This is where you first introduced John B to the sacred hideaway. This is where you realised that maybe you liked JJ a little more than just a friend. The years pass you by like scenes of a show, and each rerun fills you with a melancholic joy of times been and gone. 

“Rope swing’s still here,” JJ observes, bringing your attention to it. 

You smile. “Yep. Still here.”

He finds a comfortable spot near the water, still dry on land, and dumps the cooler. You follow his lead and lay out the blanket and the two of you settle side by side. It’s second nature to rest your head against his upper chest. It’s second nature for him to slip his fingers into yours atop of the blanket. With his free hand he retrieves two cans, cracks them open, and hands one to you. 

“Well,” he hums, sounding somewhat nervous, “happy anniversary.”

“One year down, smelly,” you muse.

You clink the lip of your can against his and the two of you sip the icy cool beverage, eyes fixated on the babbling creek. As your eyes slip shut, soaking in the moment, you decide this is happiness. This is bliss. This is your sanctuary and if heaven is real, this is where you hope you’ll find yourself. Sacred ground that only yourself, JJ and John B knew of. But even still, John B knew this was your place more than his. He never went alone - never without yourself and JJ. Kiara and Pope were oblivious to the cove. A crossed heart promise is paramount to keep. 

As the day ticks on, you remain resting with your head on JJ’s warm, muscle-tee clad chest, him on his back, both of you drifting between sleep and wake. From time to time, he threads his fingers in your hair and toys. When a thought passes through one of your heads, you share it, and the other usually hums in agreement or acknowledgement. It’s light and easy and comfortable. 

“I’m fucking hot,” JJ announces. 

“Wanna go for a swim?” you wonder, glancing to the water. 

“Fuck yeah,” he agrees, already shifting.

You remove your head from his stomach and the two of you get to your feet. He strips off his shirt and you do the same. Living in Kildare meant living in swimsuits rather than underwear most of the time; it saved the hassle of changing when you inevitably ended up in water. JJ lingers as he waits for you to step out your shorts and the moment you realise, is the moment your childish mind conjures the idea. 

Sighing, you place your hands on your waist and look to the water. You’re happily aware that his attention is on your body. One year into this thing and you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of having JJ look at you like that. 

“It’s probably gonna be cold,” you say. 

“Probably,” JJ agrees. 

“Mhm,” you hum, pretending to have second thoughts. You glance away from the water and check out the cove. “I’m just thinking–”

“Yeah?”

Your grin gives you away, moments before you blurt, “last one there has to clean the truck!”

You take off into a sprint towards the water, hearing JJ’s cussing behind you as he follows. His hands grab at your waist, pulling you back, fighting you away. Through your laughter, you try to squirm out of his hold. It’s no use though: he’s too strong. He picks you up as if you’re a bag of chips and tosses you over his shoulder. You screech and holler and giggle like crazy, gently slapping his back as he crashes into the water. Then you’re unwillingly dunked under the surface. 

You break back to air and shove your wet hair off your face. JJ is lounging in the water, laughing like crazy. You waste no time in lurching yourself at him, battling him down until he’s submerged. He gladly brings you along and under the water, and you feel as if you’re in another world. His hands trace up your arms, onto your shoulders, until one finds purchase on your jawline. You brave opening your eyes and can make out his face through blurry vision, a smile on his sunkissed features, blonde hair fanning out in the water. He guides your lips to his and kisses you until both of you have no choice but to return to the surface for a breath of air. When you do, JJ keeps his hands on your body, coaxing you near to him, not letting you drift apart. His forehead rests against your own. 

“I love you,” JJ quietly says. 

“I love you too,” you return. The words come as easy as air to the lungs. 

“Crossing this line was the best thing we ever did,” he tells you, pulling back far enough to meet your gaze. He tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ears. “Pretty risky move since we could’ve, you know, ruined like nine years of friendship.”

You bite back your laugh and squint jokingly. “Meh, we were never that close anyway.”

Rolling his eyes, JJ pecks your lips. Just as he pulls back, your fingers latch into the tethers of his hair at the back of his neck, keeping him near. 

“Nu-uh, smelly. Better kiss me like you mean it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. 

[randomrecsknifedrawer]

OPLA Zosan Fics (P2)

Worse Fates by 9_of_Clubs

“Get out.” Zoro tries to snarl, but his voice trembles.

“Get out.” Sanji chortles, above him. Dark humor laces through the words, laughing but laugh-less, and worry drenches into them, doesn’t bother to disguise itself. “Can you believe this guy?” He asks the ceiling.

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Or, often, pain gets worse at night. Or, can there ever be enough wound tending, really? Or, I read about Sanji's other backstory and couldn't resist a little kiss of angst. Another little coda to the OPLA finale.

Word Count: 1,763  - Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Wound Tending, Touch Starved, OPLA

orange peels and sips of gin by caddigan

"So it’s no surprise that Luffy eventually comes up with the idea of a crew bonding activity- truth or dare. Zoro manages to get drinks on the agenda as well, so now all five crew members lay spread out beneath the deck in the mess hall, lights dim and conversation raucous."

truth or dare is, in hindsight, a horrible idea.

Word Count: 4,003 - Fluff, Team As a Family, Truth or Dare, Bickering, OPLA

Not Special by socksock **accounts only

The Strawhats are a group of huggers. And Zoro's fine with it. Except when it's the waiter.

Word Count: 9,843 - Idiots to Lovers, Flirting, OPLA, Mature

You'll whisper lies to me (and one of them will be true) by Anonymous

Sanji introduces Zoro to Two Truths and a Lie. He only ever plays with Zoro, and all his lies are shit.

(Alternatively: Sanji subjects himself to the mortifying ordeal of being known by Zoro. He does everything in his power to ensure Zoro doesn't realize that's what's happening.)

Word Count:  5,277 - Drinking Games, Miscommunication, Getting to Know Each Other, OPLA

lovefool by olgaphobia

“You're trying to distract me,” Zoro says.

Sanji hums, drops his head onto Zoro's shoulder, and feels his own pain, feels Zoro's intake of breath. Sits there, kinda sleepy now, Usopp making snuffling noises horizonal on the other side of the table, and Zoro very warm under his cheek. Maybe he is too drunk, because his eyes are closing and his breathing is evening out, and the hurt isn't that much, anymore, can barely feel it at all.

“You little shit,” Zoro says eventually.

Sanji grins to himself, says more to Zoro’s neck, “You think?"

/ / /

The many loves of Sanji's life.

Alternatively: Of course he's fucking with him.

Word Count: 9,110 - Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Character Study, Food Metaphors, OPLA

Understanding by kairiSparda

Zoro still recovering from his injury doesn't really understand the Waiter from the Baratie.

Sanji the only one with some experience in injury treatment feels the need to help him recover, after all he can't leave his dear captain without his moss for brains first mate.

Word Count: 3,350 - Injury Recovery, Pre-Relationship, Character Study, OPLA

[flighter312]

I dunno if ya do asks or not. But, looking at your KronFau parents au with Ceci is just making me think of baby Ame just randomly coming home with an automaton

KF: whatcha got there?

Ame, half dragging a semi unwinded Ceci: mud!!

HI im late because i never really check tumblr, and i dont know how to do asks in general so i hope this works, but im taking a small break from drawing rn, HOWEVER i will give you this brainrot that turned out to be longer than i expected but i need to yap

an kronfau parents, baby ame au where maybe ame is very ""isolated"" from her peers (probably due to being constantly dirty and having a fascination with small living creatures and being a completely yapper over them(takes after fauna)), so shes used to playing by herself

you didnt specify what type of age cece would have, so im choosing to imagine she appears to be a few years older than ame (spoiler: kronii learns mechanics and always fixes cece up so she also ages with ame, but thats later on)

but maybe kfa moves to a secluded area because they are not made for the city (no matter how much kronii wishes they were), but fauna's happy because at least theres a cottage, and ame's happy because they live near a creek which means DIRT! AND BUGS! AND SNAKES- (and kronfau has a heart attack the first time ame brings one in)

but theyve gotten a little used to ame bringing in lots of creatures (which she eventually has to say bye bye to on the porch because kf is NOT hosting bugs in this home)

however, one day ame is following maybe a tiny spider and ventures off a little more than she's used to, narrating her whole journey, maybe like-

Mama said not to go too far without permission! BUT- she didn't specify who's! [in a high voice] "Ame, can i have YOUR permission to go off beyond the river? (a one foot wide stream of water)" [in a deep voice] "Why, yes Ame! But only if you bring back something fun in return!" [normal voice] "Well, if you say so!" and she skips along and splashes through the puddles

of course, the creek looks the same (but ame NEVER gets lost! right...?), and maybe ame shouldn't have lost track of the (tiny) river, but uh, its fine! eventually mama fauna will call out to her and she'll use her voice to come back home-

and then she trips on a rock.

but then its a very weird rock. like.. weeeiiiiirrd. like. a leg- OH MY GOD

oh no need to worry, its still attached to its person- OH MY GOD

ame probably hides behind a tree or something but after nothing happens, she decides to grab a stick and poke the person. still, nothing happens, so ame decides, yup! thats safe! and inspects it, and what do yknow? this person has "one of em windy- thingies" on their head, and ame knows what to do with that!

so she ends up carefully grabbing it, and then twisting it! or trying. but it doesnt budge. so ame thinks-

"Mum's super strong. What does she do before lifting heavy things...?" And she widens her stance- "ALL IN THE LEGS BABY-"

and the key finally budges and ame falls onto the person's lap. and when she looks up, the thing looks back at her and- OH MY GOD!!!

a friend!!

and ame introduces herself and the robot asks her if she could wind her more, but ame says its too heavy (she tries again, to no avail), but she knows someone SUPER strong!! (mum kronii, of course), and they can ask her for help!

"Where is she then?" "...Good question!"

but ame knows because ame NEVER gets lost and ... ames lost. but its okay! because right on time, fauna starts calling out for ame. however, it sounds like the voice is coming all around them, and.. it appears ame's plan is falling apart. but ame doesn't panic! she NEVER panics! especially when its gonna get dark soon, and ame's afraid of the dark, and shes all alone in this big forest creek whatever-

but she's not alone.

and when this strange person robot windy toy asks if ame is trying to find the voice, ame says yes, because her moms taught her to not lie (and she doesnt feel like lying right now).

so, moss peels away, cobwebs fall apart, and leaves rustle towards the ground - and ame's friend stands up.

next thing you know, kronii's getting ready to go out into the creek because fauna's getting worried that ame hasn't showed up, until ame calls out-

"MAMA! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" "Oh, thank goodness, my heart- ... Amelia. What is that." and uh oh! fauna told ame to try and not get dirty today! (she says that everyday, but whos keeping track) but still, ame can't really lie in this scenario, so- "Mud!!"

and kronii and fauna just stare at this robot girl because. what. the fuck.

"Kronii! No cursing!" "I THINK THIS ONCE I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO."

and wouldn't you know it. kronfau adopts another daughter.

something like that :) hope this is fine! also sorry for being late, i really dont check tumblr but i should more often! this is fun haha

[hellosweetart]

Sorry of someone already asked you this but whose ur fav TNMN character? :)

I remember the first time I saw TNMN, the very first character I like is the overrated milkman, Francis Mosses. His features may be a simple overworked man, but it's his eyes, his nose, his small chin, his hair and his overall tired expression is what made me magnetised to him. Many people has made a lot of fanart and animations about this guy, but then the same people from fandom has introduced to alot of characters.

The second character I like is Izaack Gauss. That funny looking man. He is a handsome, charming, probably persuasive news anchorman from Channel 47. Probably going to gym to lose those flabs, because he is self conscious of his appearance. He even follows the same skin care routine as the model Twin Sisters and makes sure to visit his dentist once a month to check his perfectly aligned teeth. (Very much the opposite of Zog Ommog who doesn't give a crap on what he looks like. 😅)

Then the rest of the bois came in, like Steven, Angus Robertsky, Henry, Afton and Chuckles. OOOHHH boy, I am on clouds. I remember I felt that I wanna draw all of the Bois having a bath. Lol

AND THEN, I suddenly grew to like some female characters too, which are Lois, Nacha and Mia.

Nacha is my most favourite female character, second is Mia. Anastacha is like a baby girl to me who needs to be protected at all costs.

When the Nightmare Mode came in, I didn't think that I would grew to love the characters there too in spite of their scary features. Yog and Ishtar are my most favorite due to their mysterious relationship. Contrast to what other fans think for them, I would love to imagine them being in an open relationship, where Yog is welcome to go on polygamous marriages while Ishtar is okay with flirting with other characters. Yog would like to continue his bloodline and make more children to a romantic partner whom he seems worthy of deep affection. Quachil is not okay with how her parents think of their marriage. While she gets the love and attention she needs from both Yog and Ishtar, she doesn't agree with the open relationship stuff, and so she hangs out with either Zoth, Barbatos, or Teutates for a good company.

[onim5]

The New Student. Part 2

Portgas D. Ace x female reader

This is a modern au.

Warnings: Swearing, like once. Weapons and yeah. . . . .

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I looked at the guy who tapped me on the shoulder. He had black hair with a scar under his eye. "Yes?" I questioned. "Are you Y/n?" He asked. "What if I am," I answered. A smile grew on his face. "The name is Monkey D. Luffy, I'm going to become ---!---" A hand clasped over his mouth, interrupting him, and then he got dragged away by a green-haired man. Monkey D. Luffy was that Ace's and Sabo's brother? I thought, and then a yellow-haired guy walked up to me. "Sorry about them, my lady. I'm Sanji." I looked at his expression and felt an unease creep up. "Okay, I'm just gonna." I took some steps away and bumped into a guy with a long nose. "Sorry, I didn't mean to." 

"It's okay, the name's Usopp." He said, pointing at himself. "Okay, um," I began, then I realized a whole group had come. They all introduced themselves, and after a while, Luffy and. . . .  . "Moss Head." Sanji growled. "I'm Ace's and Sabo's brother, Luffy. And this is Zoro." He said, pointing at Zoro. "Hmm, Ace has mentioned you quite a lot," I say quietly, not comfortable with all the new people. "Oh, what has he told you?" Luffy asked with a wide smile. "He told me you most likely hold a world record for breaking plates while dishing," I answered, trying to back away. Luffy just laughed, knowing Ace was right.

"Oh, are you gonna meet up with Ace soon?" I asked, putting a hand on my purse. "We are just about to split up, and then I go home. He should be there." Luffy spoke. "Can you maybe give him these?" I asked, picking up a box and holding it up for Luffy. "Hmm, is that food?!" He asked with a loud tone. "Uh, just some cookies," I mumbled. "I gladly take them to Ace." Luffy smiled, grabbing the box. "Miss, if you want those to arrive too, Ace, you better ask someone else." Sanji scoffed while looking at his drooling captain. "Why is that?" I asked. "He's gonna eat them himself." Usopp continued. 

"Oh, Luffy, please don't eat them. Their thank-you cookies." I said, fidgeting with my hands. "Hm, thank you cookies?" Luffy repeated like a question. "Ace saved me last week, so I want him to know I appreciate it," I mumbled nervously. "Oh, can I take one, at least?" Luffy asked with dog eyes. "You can have one once you give the rest to Ace," I state. "Yoho!" Luffy cheers. "What did Ace save you from?" Robin asks. "I rather not talk about it," I mumbled.    "Sorry, but I have to go now," I whispered, walking away. "She's quiet, I wonder what happened," Nami mumbled, mostly to herself.     

When I had walked far enough, I breathed out. I took up my phone and earpods, putting on some music. When I arrived at the grocery store, I saw a woman with a poffy light-purple dress. I smiled and waved to Toxin while walking up to her. She watched, amused as I took off my earpods. "You good?" She asked with a grin. "I am now, since I'm with you." I answer. "Let's get what we need," She smiled wickedly. "Hmhm, come on." We quickly bought what we wanted and then began our way home.                   "Toxin!" I hissed, pushing her back. 

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"I met Y/n. She told me to give you these as thanks for saving her!" Luffy grinned, handing the cookies to Ace, who opened the box. "What did I save her from?" He asked as he ate one. "You don't know?" Luffy asked, confused. "Nope," Ace mumbled in between the crunches. "These are good." He added as he took another one. "I know, right?" Luffy smiled. "You took some, didn't you," Ace asked. "She said I could take four." Luffy lied. Ace scoffed and then put them in the freezer. Let's enjoy them at dinner with Sabo.

Time skip

"Hey, Y/n, how has your morning been?" Ace asked as he walked up beside me. "My morning has been great, I ate ice cream for breakfast." I smiled. "Lucky, I eat some sandwiches. By the way, I enjoyed the thank-you cookies." Ace said as he leaned on someone's locker. "I'm glad. The first class is with Miss Giallo, right." I asked, standing up and closing my locker. "No, you're right. I never get what she wants me to do." Ace whined. "That's not my problem," I comment with a smug smile. "No, but it's gonna be when I whine in your ear for help," Ace says as we begin to walk to class.    

"I guess I owe you the help anyway," I mumble. "Is it for the same reasons as the cookies?" Ace asks. "Um, yeah, what else?" I question. "Honestly, I don't even know what I did," Ace confesses. I stop to look at him in disbelief. "Don't you remember?" I ask. "Maybe, if you remind me." He murmurs. "A guy was gonna nominate me to that song contest, and you stopped him," I explain. "Oh right, but that was nothing," Ace answers we keep walking. "It meant everything to me, I'm bad at talking when I'm in front of people, I'm an introvert for fuck's sake," I grumble as we enter the hall for arts and craft class.     

"I think you should come to our place so we can finish this," Sabo said as he took his stuff. "Hmm, I guess I have to," I mumbled. "I need to go home first, though. Can I get your address?" I ask. "Here," Sabo said, giving me a piece of paper. "Thanks," Sounds of shuffling were heard from girls in the classroom, and tension built up.      N.   O.    T.               A.      G.     A.    I.   N.   "Oh well, I will be taking my leave now. See you two later," I say in a low voice. "See ya," Ace waved.

It felt nice. In the beginning, you had been ignoring him like the plague. Now, it was easier than ever to just talk. When the assignment about reading came, the two of you began playing board games on the breaks. "Too much reading is too much reading." These were the words you said as you had placed down the Uno cards.

"Hey Luffy! Y/n is coming over. Can you maybe begin cleaning?" Sabo said, holding his phone on his shoulder. "No, she won't be bringing cookies." Sabo sighed. "I also wish she would, but it's too late now. Anyway, you suck at most things, but you can take out the trash and . . . . Then sit still in the cough until we arrive." Sabo continued. "Sabo, maybe Luffy can take out a steak for dinner," Ace whispered as they left the classroom.

"Look down there, it's Y/n. Who's that with her?" Sabo asked as he pointed out the window on a woman who had a light purple puffy dress. "I don't know, never seen her," Ace mumbled as they watched the two interact. "Maybe we ruined some plans for her," Sabo said as he started to make their way out of the school. "Maybe," Ace replied as he followed him. 

"Luffy! We're home." Ace yelled as he placed down his school bag. Luffy sat quietly on the sofa with an expression that both Sabo and Ace knew well. "What did you do?" Sabo asked. "Nothing." He said innocently. "Luffy, you're a terrible liar. What did you do." Sabo repeated. "I thought I could do more than take out the trash, so I began doing the dishes - - - - -" Sabo and Ace looked at each other, then Luffy. "Are there any plates left?" Ace asked, disappointed. Luffy's expression told them everything. "I go to the neighbors and ask if they have any plates to spare," Sabo says. 

"No, I need you to help me clean. Luffy can do that, and if he fails. He won't get any dinner." Ace threatens. Luffy got a nervous smile and started to make his way to the neighbors. "When is Y/n gonna come anyway?" He asked as he opened the door. Sabo and Ace looked at each other. "We don't know, so we must hurry," Sabo said as he began rushing. It became a cleaning marathon or rather 'Hide everything that might cause any suspicion.' 

Sabo hide our lighters! 

Where should we put the guns? 

- Ace, you and Y/n are friends, so you two might be in your room after we're done with the stupid assignment. So, put your weapons in my room. 

Why do we even have these? 

- Who put a knife in the living room lamp? What if Y/n looks up and sees it?!

Why didn't we invite ourselves to her place?

Ace, hide your Whitebeard mafia cards! Where did you even get these? 

We should vacuum-clean, it's dustier here than in a bin. 

I thought you would fail, but now that you're back, find every weapon we have and hide it in your room. And make sure they aren't visible. 

I stood outside their door and waited. Ace opened the door. "You sure took your time." He said as he held it open like a gentleman. "Yeah, sorry, I just thought I took a batch of cookies with me," I mumbled as I held up the box. "You're forgiven," I took off my shoes and looked at their home. "This is pretty neat," I say in a normal tone, to Luffy's and Sabo's surprise. "What?" I mumble as they both stare at me. "You can talk normally?" Luffy asked. "Of course I can, I just feel uncomfortable around too many people. Especially when I haven't met them."I explain. 

You, Ace, and Sabo prepared your assignment. Luffy showed you a drawing he had done of you. "This is interesting." And then a dinner break came. But first Sabo and Ace were gonna cook, making you and Luffy alone. "We can go to my room!" Luffy declares in his loud voice. "Ah, uh sure," I answer lightly. "Wait!" Ace interrupts, and then he grabs Luffy to the side. I watched as they whispered about something. "Okay, we yell when dinner is ready," Ace says, walking back to the kitchen. "Alright, come on, Y/n." 

I followed Luffy up to his room. His room wasn't as clean as the living space downstairs had been, but it was interesting. Here and there, superhero dolls or cyborg stuff laid. "You have a robot interest?" I ask, picking one up from the floor. Then Luffy began talking about how cool he would be as a robot. However, one thing in his room felt wrong. In a corner was a blanket that seemed to cover up a pile of something. "Like, what if I could shoot lasers? Don't you wanna be a cyborg too?" Luffy asked excitedly. "Um, if I imagine something like that, I rather be some kind of submarine," I answered. "You wanna be a submarine?" Luffy asked with a neutral expression. "Or maybe a kind of battle plane," I say, patting the carpet. "That would be so cool! Like flying and so fast!" Luffy says happily.  

"Are you jealous?" Sabo asked as he set the table. "What no," Ace mutters as he stirs in the pot. "I didn't even say of what." Sabo comments. "Okay, maybe a little. But I'm more afraid Luffy screws up, and she gets to know. " Ace addmits. "Hmm, but maybe Luffy hid the stuff well. Anyway, so you do like Y/n?" Sabo says in a teasing voice. "I guess, but a relationship would be impossible with how much dirty work we do. She never likes me like that." Ace sighs. 

"I need to go on the toilet, be right back," Luffy says as he runs out of his room. Curiosity kills the cat. It's a good thing I'm not a cat, though. I thought as I made my way to the blanket. Lifting it a little, my eyes widened. Quickly settling down on Luffy's bed, I try to compose myself. You saw nothing, and you haven't seen anything either. I thought as I breathed in and out. "I'm back!" Not many minutes later, Ace opened the door. "Hey guys, the dinners ready!" Ace's eyes immediately ended up on the blanket hiding what were most likely weapons. "Um Luffy, that better not be what I think it is," Ace asks as he points at the corner. "The beanbag?" I ask, looking at the corner. 

"Forget about it, let's eat!" Ace says as he realizes you don't know. The dinner was wild, and Ace fought to protect your food from Luffy. "This was the most lively dinner I've been to," I comment as we eat the cookies. Then, it was back to work on the assignment. We wrote up everything that was needed for a professional assignment. And then. . . . . 

"Who's that?" Luffy asks as he points at a woman outside the window. She had big fluffy black hair surrounding her head and ankles. She also wore a white puffy dress, and her lips formed a wicked-like smile. "It's her," Sabo says to Ace. "You two met?" I ask. "No, we saw her meet you at the school entrance today," Ace explains. "Her name is Toxin. She's my best friend, here to pick me up since she has a car," I tell while taking my bag and two boxes. "I thought I was your best friend," Ace comments a little disappointed. "Nah, I rather have a different relationship with you," I mumble.

"See you two tomorrow and maybe you to Luffy," I say, opening the door. When the door was closed, Sabo leaned closer to Ace. "You seem to have a chance." 

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[double--hh]

Ugh, aside from me liking to think Izaack and Mia have known each other since their service durring WWII, I also like to think that they met when Izaack moves into the appartment complex.

Mia is very vocal about how she feels about a person, whether it's admiration to disgust.

Durring her lunch break, she was sitting in the break room with several other female teachers, talking about this and that. The radio hummed white noise before speaking, "...Good afternoon, this Izaack Gauss reporting live from-" Mia groans and flips the radio off, "Ugh, I can't stand that guy..." The other teachers gasp, "Mia, girl, how can you not like Gauss?!" one spoke up, taken aback, "Yeah! His voice is like pure sex! Ugh, don't get me started on his eyes too!" Another pipes up. Mia rolls her eyes and takes a sip of coffee from her mug, "Every damn time I wanna listen to the news he's always on! He's all I hear my female neighbors and students gush about, about his goddamn eyes and his goddamn voice-"

"Stone, what did we say about using the Lord's name in vain?"

Mia sneered, exhaling, "...Sorry. Anyways, everything about that man is phony. I reckon he's a good for nothing, womanizing, pig like rest of them men you see everwhere."

The other teachers look at her in disgusted ways, clutching their pearls, covering their mouths. Mia calmly sits her mug down and points to an almost empty tray of cookies on the table, "Any one gonna eat that?"

Several weeks pass from Mia's tirade and she just got buzzed in into her apartment. She noted how the door person looked more irrate than usual, but she brushed it off as 'business as usual'. She took the stairs up today, feeling like getting some extra steps in, but something felt... off. When she turned the corner to ascend up the flight of stairs to the second floor, she heard seveal of her female neighbors chattering and giggling. She made it up the flight and her eyes widen.

Lo and behold, Izaack Gauss was standing outfront of what used to be the vacant 202 appartment, surrounded by the likes of Lois, Margrette, and Rafttellyn, all talking with him, singing their praises to him and offering him some welcoming treats. Izaack notices Mia and calls out, "Ah! Good afternoon, ma'am!" Mia sneers at him, scrunching her face up, and hurries off up stairs, muttering to herself, "You have GOT to be kidding me!" Lois, hating seeing any of her neighbors so mad, asks Rafttellyn to follow her up, but Izaack piped up, "Oh, no, my dear allow me!" Rafttellyn felt her heart skip a beat, "Well... um... shes the first door, Mr. Gauss!" Izaack smiles and heads up stairs to see what he did wrong.

Mia slams the door behind her, throwing her purse onto the couch, almost hitting W, who's reading the paper. He places his newspaper down, "Oh no, who do I gotta make dissappear now?" Mia stomps to the couch and flops on it, "Izaack motherfucking Gauss moved into the goddamn building." W hums, "Oh? The reporter off of Channel 42? Interesting, his reports are... inquisitive." She holds her fiancé's face, squishing him, "Babe, no, he's a phony." W chuckles, "Are all people you not like phony?" Mia huffs and sits up, "You don't get it like I do, there's something about him that makes him ugly to me."

There was a knock at the door, Mia gets up and answerers it. She opens the door, Izaack smiles his signature smile, "Hell-" Mia slams the door in his face. She looks at W, frowning, "..." "...Well? What did we say about manners? Remember when you slammed the door on Mosses?" Mia shutters thinking about that creep, she reopens the door, eyebrows scrunched and still frowning, "...Can I help you?"

Izaack recomposed himself, feeling a bit uneasy, "Um, well, I just wanted to properly introduce myself as it seems like we got off on the wrong foot- I'm Izaack Gauss, I just moved in and I wanted to make your acquaintance!" He flashes a smile and sticks a hand out, Mia crossed her arms, blowing a stand of dirty gold hair out from her face, "Mia Stone... and I don't shake hands with strangers." Izaack retracts his hand, "Heh, noted!" Mia takes a look at him up and down, he towers over her, she notices his hands fidgeting. She cocks her head and her eyes stop at the belt to his trench coat, she uncrossed her arms. She raised her left hand and poked at his stomach, "Huh, you're pudgier in person, Gauss."

Izaack felt his heart and smile drop as she made her comment and poked him. They both heard a pair of shoes hit the ground and aproach them, W pulling Mia inside by her shoulder rather harshly, he puts on a tooth smile, feeling his heart in his throat and extends a hand, "Hi! Dr. W Afton! Big fan!" Izaack wearily shakes his hand, feeling W's sweat, W chuckles, "Heheh, don't mind my fiancé, it's eh... that time of the month y'know?!" He shoots Mia a glance and elbows Izaack in the arm before laughing hysterically, Izaack getting the feeling that these two are legitimately crazy, "HAHAH!!! Y'know how they get!" W wheezes and Izaack cracks a smile, feeling like his safety is in danger, "Ah hah... yes... well, it's uh getting rather later and I gotta get some more things unpacked..." W blinks, "Oh- Ah! Yes, yes don't lemme keep you hanging, hahah! Have a good night, Mr. Gauss! Sorry for the trouble!" He gives a curtsy and slams the door.

Izaack didn't know whether to feel insulted or scared, he just frowns and heads down stairs rethinking if this shithole is where he wanted to live... this whole thing makes him feel nauseous...

W holds the door closed, sweating, he looks to Mia, who's starting to pack up to move, "...Sweetie... Mia... the love of my life... WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO SOMEONE?!" Mia throws a bra at him, "TELL ME THAT IM LYING!" He throws it back at her, "Ooooh my GOD." He cups his face, groaning, heading to the kitched to pour himself and his fiancé a drink, "And babe, we're NOT moving because of him moving in!" Mia groans and sits at their breakfast bar, grabbing a glass of whisky he poured, "Listen, when we decide to have a baby, I'M deciding on where we live next!" W takes a seat next to her, "Okay... breathe in..." They both inhale, "...And out..." They exhale and repeat this for a minuet until they're calmer. W speaks up, "Now, Mia, tell me why you don't like this Gauss character." Mia sighs, "There's just... something about him that's just... y'know... phony. Like, why would a high profile individual move into some crappy little apartment that's full of criminals and those who can't afford better!" W hums and it hits him, "... What if he's here to get some information about The Project...?"

They both sit in silence and laugh hysterically, they clink their glasses and drink...

In appartment 202, Izaack wipes the corner of his mouth and downs a glass of water, clearing his throat as he sat down on his matress with a thick binder. He opens it up and flips through pages and pages of nearly incoherent scribbles and cut out bits and pieces of news paper tapped and clipped. He clicks a pen and writes on a new piece of paper, "... Dr. W Afton... gotchya now... room 301... jittery little man... and Mia Stone, room 301... irrate and short tempered..." He clicks his pen a few times, bitting on the inside of his mouth, scribbling, "...Nither of which seem approachable... will attempt to get Stone to talk..." He hums and clears his throat, "I don't give a shit if it'll kill me, I will solve this mess..."

(this was supposed to be short, sorry lol)

[nogacheloveka-blog]

The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №14

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

There will be no romantic lines in this story. I don't think it's appropriate to introduce romance, the story just isn't about that. Perhaps there will be some hints (I love some pairing and polyamory in the gang), but this work is just a research and hobby for me, a platform for experiments. Killer is just fooling around because he gets an interesting reaction in return.

Well, now I want to experiment with the number of images. I will be adding more relevant illustrations to the text. For now, I'll start with two or three and see how it turns out. I don't think I'll have time to add the gang to all the images, but perhaps in the future, I'll do.

What Error identified as an "exit" turned out to be a broken arcade machine. The power cable was torn and led to a small dirty puddle, one of the walls was scratched with claw marks, as if a wild beast had sharpened its claws on it, and the coin slot was overgrown with moss. But Error was convinced that this thing could serve as a way out of here (he sees more than the others), when they look around. After all, they have just arrived. However, level 25, where the arcade machine presumably led, was a good opportunity to choose their own path ahead (Nightmare was happy to have the chance to predict his own life).

The description of level 23 in the database described the ruins of a past civilization. Engaging in archaeology would not be amiss. Moreover, in addition to items, human organizations hunted for information (Killer understood their curiosity). Old bricks, ruins, a couple of rusty coins, sketches of various architectural styles - the group looked with admiration (except for Error) at their boss, who surprisingly well oriented himself in the value of archaeological finds.

Many of them sometimes forgot that their boss had lived a long life and loved learning new things.

The group's inventory, although it allowed carrying many items, was limited and had already been filled with essential items. They had to choose. Some things were discarded based on data from the Backroom database, some did not represent historical value. Mostly, the subordinates of Nightmare were engaged in the search: Killer brought everything he saw, while Horror enthusiastically searched for edible and medicinal plants.

Dust was the only one who purposefully searched for artifacts. He admired Nightmare's skills and was interested in learning more about history from him. Forest butterflies flocked to him. It even seemed to Dust that they were trying to help him in his search within their capabilities. Perhaps it was his imagination. But he managed to find a couple of interesting frescoes and fragments of some strange tools, which Nightmare identified as "valuable".

Some of the finds resembled musical instruments, some looked like weapons or tools. They seemed damaged, but Killer's attempt to break one of the ancient items failed: they turned out to be surprisingly strong.

Horror found wild grapes and a bunch of snails on them. It took him a couple of days to prepare the snails (each of them knew about snails from the old lady), but the berries tasted good. As if the plant came here not from the forest, but from the plantation. That explained the snails.

Error used strings to catch animals and let Horror cook it. It was just rational. The big guy could cook well. In a way, Horror bought Error's loyalty. For now.

Overall, they stayed in these forests for about two weeks and did not notice any signs of a possible way to get to their home dimension. It seemed that the human settlement was also too far from the place where they were (Enrico could have had a hard time). And everything that people knew, they immediately published on Reddit or the knowledge base, and they had not yet come across any secret communities. The latter was very disappointing Nightmare.

With some caution (the dimension-killer could play a trick on them, but going all the way back was too tedious. They were, after all, Sanses), the group returned to the arcade machine by a shortcut.

It was standing there.

Waiting for them.

Error could not make it work just like that. He saw the executable code for moving to level 25. But the Backrooms did not allow him to change or initiate anything. Fortunately, there was a real thing in front of him. And the code for moving was launched manually. He just needed to reconnect the wires and microchips that would do all the work for him.

Error stuck his hands inside the broken machine and released the threads. They slid inside, weaving through the broken parts. The power source was still working - the cord outside was decoration.

The mechanism seemed complex, but Error only needed to fix what was involved in executing the code. It took some time, but the Destroyer managed to do it. The machine still looked deactivated, and its screen remained dark. But inside, music could be heard, and the coin slot glowed with light bulbs. One of the ancient coins they found managed to squeeze inside. Now they just needed to press a few buttons, simulating the game. Killer happily pounced on the levers and keyboard. After a few actions, Error began to reboot, and Killer got into the game - it seemed that the arcade machine contained some kind of fighting game. It was difficult to orientate oneself by the sounds of battle, but the skeleton got carried away and played until the transfer worked.

They all appeared in the hall, level 25. The second crossroads of the Backrooms. Many arcade machines, billiards, mini-bars, soda machines, ping-pong and other entertainment.

Killer immediately offered to play something. He playfully used his body as a bet.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[hayatheauthor]

The Rejection Checklist: Manuscript Pitfalls to Avoid

The literary industry’s writing standard can be hard to meet, especially when you’re a debut author querying your first manuscript. Even with a flawless query letter and a captivating storyline, authors often find themselves facing rejection due to subtle shortcomings in their writing. What seems like an insignificant writing quirk to an author can be the reason for an agent’s rejection. 

As an #amquerying author, I have received personalised feedback from agents and editors alike that has helped me curate the best version of my manuscript. If you’re an author looking to get traditionally published, here is my rejection checklist of things to look out for before querying. 

Passive Voice

The use of passive voice in your manuscript can be a stumbling block on your journey to securing an agent. This seemingly innocuous writing quirk, if left unaddressed, can lead to rejection. Passive voice occurs when the subject of a sentence receives the action rather than performing it. It often involves the use of auxiliary verbs like "is," "was," or "has been," which can make sentences sound less direct.

Passive voice can introduce ambiguity and make sentences less engaging. It tends to slow down the narrative flow and may distance readers from the action. Agents and publishers often frown upon its excessive use. Consider the following examples to better understand passive voice: "The book was read by Jane" (passive) versus "Jane read the book" (active).

Agents are looking for manuscripts that grip readers from the start. Passive voice can weaken the impact of your prose and hinder reader immersion. Agents may interpret it as a sign of weak writing, leading to rejection. To spot passive voice in your writing, pay attention to the use of passive verbs and phrases. Look for sentences where the subject isn't the primary "doer" of the action. Reading your manuscript aloud can often help identify passive constructions.

Over Description

In your quest to paint a vivid picture with words, it's easy to fall into the trap of over-describing every detail. While rich descriptions can enhance your storytelling, an excess of it can lead to manuscript rejection. Agents and publishers often seek balance in narrative description.

Over description can slow down the pace of your story and, ironically, detract from reader engagement. When every element is meticulously detailed, readers may become overwhelmed, losing sight of the plot's core. Agents may see this as a sign that the narrative lacks focus and that the pacing is sluggish.

Finding the right balance is key. Instead of inundating your readers with exhaustive descriptions, consider focusing on elements that contribute significantly to the scene or character development. Encourage readers to use their imagination, allowing them to fill in some details, which can create a more immersive reading experience.

An easy way to distinguish over description is by considering whether your passage helps set the scene or is distracting from the actual plot. For example, if your character was kidnapped and in a dark room with a blindfold on their eyes describing what they can hear or the harsh ropes on their wrists would be adequate description. 

However, if you go too much into it and start writing winding paragraphs about the way the chair feels, the smell of moss in the air, etc. you risk ruining immersion. Are these details interesting? Yes. But do you need them to help set the scene? Not really. 

Show, Don't Tell

One of the golden rules of effective storytelling is to "show, don't tell." Agents and publishers look for manuscripts that immerse readers in the narrative by allowing them to experience the story rather than being told about it.

When writers rely too heavily on telling, the narrative can become flat and unengaging. Readers want to see and feel the story unfold through vivid scenes, actions, and dialogue, rather than being handed a summary of events. Agents recognize the power of showing and may be quick to reject manuscripts that fail to employ this technique effectively.

Consider the difference between these two approaches:

Telling: "Sarah felt incredibly nervous about the job interview."

Showing: "As Sarah sat in the waiting room, her palms grew sweaty, and her heart raced. She fidgeted with her resume, her eyes darting around the room as she rehearsed her answers."

The second example allows readers to experience Sarah's nervousness rather than being told she's nervous. To address this issue in your manuscript, focus on crafting scenes that engage the senses, evoke emotions, and enable readers to draw their conclusions.

An important thing to remember is that simply adding a couple of words can also help you show the scene, you don’t have to add new paragraphs to fix every ‘tell’. 

Lack of Atmospheric Detail

Creating a rich and immersive story world is essential for drawing readers into your manuscript. When a manuscript lacks atmospheric detail, it can lead to disengagement and ultimately result in agent rejection.

Agents and publishers seek manuscripts that transport readers to unique and vivid settings. Without atmospheric detail, the story may feel flat and fail to capture the reader's imagination. Agents understand the importance of world-building and its impact on reader immersion.

To address this issue in your manuscript, focus on incorporating sensory descriptions and setting elements that bring your world to life. Consider the mood, sounds, smells, and visual cues that define your story's environment. By painting a detailed and evocative picture, you'll enhance reader engagement.

During the editing process, review your narrative for places where atmospheric detail is lacking. Are there scenes where you can infuse more sensory descriptions or highlight unique aspects of the setting?

Remember that we have five senses for a reason and it isn’t good to solely rely on your characters’ sight.

Character Connections

One of the key elements that agents and publishers look for in a manuscript is the ability to create a deep and meaningful connection between readers and the characters. When you’re researching agents you will often see this listed on their MSWL or website pages. 

Agents understand that relatable, well-developed characters are the heart of a compelling story. Without this connection, readers may struggle to empathize or invest emotionally in the characters' journeys. Agents often consider character development as a critical factor in manuscript evaluation.

To address this issue in your manuscript, focus on crafting characters with depth, complexity, and relatability. Consider their motivations, flaws, and unique qualities that make them stand out. Encourage readers to form emotional bonds with the characters by weaving their personal stories, struggles, and growth into the narrative.

During the revision process, evaluate your characters. Are they multi-dimensional and relatable? Do readers have a reason to care about their fates? By enhancing character development and forging emotional connections, your manuscript becomes more appealing to agents and readers alike.

Dialogue and Authenticity

Authentic and engaging dialogue is a crucial element in creating relatable characters and advancing the plot. When dialogue feels forced or unrealistic, it can lead to a rejection from agents.

Agents and publishers recognize that authentic dialogue not only brings characters to life but also deepens reader engagement. Dialogue that lacks realism can disrupt the reader's immersion in the story. Agents may view this as a sign of weak character development or storytelling.

To address this issue in your manuscript, focus on crafting dialogue that reflects the unique voices, personalities, and motivations of your characters. Avoid excessive exposition through dialogue and prioritize the use of conversation to reveal character traits, conflicts, and plot progression.

A good way to edit your dialogue is by reading it out loud or pasting only the dialogue in a new document and see whether it flows well. You can also add certain quirks or words into your characters’ vocabulary to help you make the dialogue authentic to that character. 

Pacing and Tension

Pacing is the heartbeat of your story, and it plays a vital role in maintaining reader engagement. When the pacing is off or the tension doesn't build effectively, it can lead to manuscript rejection.

Agents and publishers are attuned to the rhythm of storytelling. They understand that pacing and tension are critical to keeping readers turning the pages. Manuscripts that lack well-managed pacing can lose reader interest quickly. Agents may view this as a sign that the narrative lacks direction or fails to hold their attention.

To address this issue in your manuscript, focus on managing pacing effectively. Consider the balance between action, description, and dialogue. Use pacing as a tool to control the reader's experience, speeding up during action-packed scenes and slowing down for character development or crucial moments. Tension should steadily rise as the story progresses, keeping readers on edge and eager to find out what happens next.

Author Notes 

Finally, I would like to remind all querying authors this is an unpredictable and highly subjective industry. Rejection is an inevitable part of the process, and it's important not to let it deter you from pursuing your dreams. 

An agent can think you have a great book and love your writing but still reject it because of external reasons like marketability. And that's perfectly alright because as an author you deserve to find an agent who can help you reach your full potential. 

Accept feedback with an open mind but also with a grain of salt, as not all agents share the same viewpoint. I've had two agents reject the same sample pages because one thought there was too much description and the other thought there wasn't enough. This goes to show there really isn't a one-size-fits-all formula for securing an agent. 

This blog post is a way for me to share knowledge and help fellow querying authors, but it's not a strict guideline you must follow. As you embark on your querying journey, I wish all of you the best of luck in your querying process and remember, one no is never the end of the journey!  

I hope this blog on The Rejection Checklist: Manuscript Pitfalls to Avoid will help you in your writing journey. Be sure to comment any tips of your own to help your fellow authors prosper, and follow my blog for new blog updates every Monday and Thursday.  

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Are you an author looking for writing tips and tricks to better your manuscript? Or do you want to learn about how to get a literary agent, get published and properly market your book? Consider checking out the rest of Haya’s book blog where I post writing and publishing tips for authors every Monday and Thursday! And don’t forget to head over to my TikTok and Instagram profiles @hayatheauthor to learn more about my WIP and writing journey! 

[raindropren]

I think i should make a hermitcraft camp au

AS A PERSON WHO HAS NEVER BEEN TO A CAMP, IT WILL BE INFLUENCED BY MY BUNK'D OBSESSION WHEN I WAS like 9, CAMP CAMP, AND MY OWN INSANITY ALONE!

Everyone will be like 14-17 and it will be VERY Found Family!!!! U can take the hermits being family to eachother from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xisuma is the Volunteer camp counselor, His parents said it'd be good to be out in nature and would be good for him!! Real Life Experience!! and they dragged him into the role. He did not want to deal with kids(elementary schoolers can be mean...) but he was pleasantly surprised to find people more his age(That being 15 at the time) He took to it well but he is slowly going insane, do not mistake that.

The camp itself is just, alittle illegal, like a camp counselor started at 15 and i don't think he should of been without adult supervision but whatever!

by the second year of camp most of the hermits had already joined the camp! I have few ideas but here's some

Joe actually did want to go to the camp! He wanted to be a camp counselor but didn't really get the opportunity to sign up so now he helps out Xisuma whenever he can! A quarter threw the first year He dragged Cleo out of the new arrivals bus and introduced her to their little friend group! Cleo really didn't wanna be there but she also really didn't like going through the summer without Joe, so now she's here. in the wilderness :]

Did i mention that the camp is a summer camp, cause!!!

S U M M E R!!

ya.

Bdubs was super enthusiastic about the nature part, he wanted to look at cool moss!!!!(me too, me too) and then forgot about the activities part of camp and for a solid month Etho had to drag him out of bed just to do something other then sleep. They'd find him sleeping in trees. I think he'd be an amazing tree climber. He'd only wake up for the forest related activities and has skipped every single swimming activity since he got there. surprisingly it's a 50/50 on if he shows up to a craft activity. one time they had a special animal-care activity and when Etho mentioned the horses the people had brought ONCE and bdubs jumped up and sprinted to them. He did not leave those horses side until they left and after that they got a stable in the camp and bdubs and etho take cake of the horses everyday together! I like them :)

He and Etho share a bunk!!!! They're in the same cabin and after the horse thing they made a little shrine and their other cabin mates... are scared.

Mumbo joined at the same time as Cleo(On the same arrival bus and everything) and was very much the youngest(like just turned 14? maybe) He was the bbabbbyyy... and also exploded something on his first day! :D

Tango, Impulse, and Zed disappeared one night and came back the next day properly unhinged and wouldn't tell a single soul what they'd been up to but after that they're seen together more then not Lol

And the next year they came back speaking of Impulses friend Skizz who they were trying to convince the parents of to send them to camp aswell! It did not work until the 3rd year! Jump for joy, they did!

Grian joined, not wanting to be there at all, having a terrible time and then well

He caused Chaos, left for a week, then came back worse and decided he'd rather be there, super concerning to the others but he didn't speak a peep about it and then went back to causing(now slightly less destructive) chaos! He and Mumbo become extremely good friends, they bribed mumbo's bunk-mate to switch cabins with grian and now they're bunk-mates! it caused confusion for a week and then became the new normal! lol. I think he'd have a digital camera and he'd take pictures of the others, but also birds, so many birds. he'd rush to take a picture everytime he saw a duck, which was everyday, because the camp was RIGHT NEXT TO A RIVER!!! ya.

He would take care of the very few chicken's, and he got the others to help make the coop better because parts of it were rusting and breaking and he was scared that the chickens were gonna get hurt.

I think he'd be a only new arrival for the rest of that summer(so like he arrived like, 2 months into the second summer? how long is summer again? IDK) With hermits that join in season 5 probably arriving during the first month of summer? lets say? ya.

The 3rd summer had two new arrivals which was Pearl and Gem!! They arrived on the same bus and definitely had known eachother beforehand(aka Pearl went "I'm going to this camp next summer, u should come too :3" and Gem said "well okay i guess")

I think Grian and Pearl are siblings(you couldn't take that headcanon away if u tried LOL) and Pearl arriving was wweeirdddd cause grian had missed them arriving and then everytime he saw pearl he did a double take like 'did, did I just see who i thought I saw??????'

aka Grian did NOT know their Parents were sending Pearl to this Camp aswell teehe

I think Joel would arrive and be tackled by Grian, they knooww eachootherr aswell!!! yiippeee, I also think Joel and Etho should know eachother aswell, like they'd been to the same school and stuff lol.

Skizz Arrives and Impulse promptly gives him the biggest hug because He missed his best friend!!!!!!! it's been months!!!! they're dramatic about it.

I really have no other idea's, i wish i did!!!!

either way!! i think they have a camp group chat that is constantly getting chattered in even when it isn't summer lolsie

this was for fun, maybe i'll write more info i've thought about for this au, down again at some point, but ya!!! Fun!!! Yiippeee

[silverlinedtale-blog]

I have these in my notes so I just copy pasted what I had and fixed it up a little so forgive me if it's not that clean-

Undertale AU im totally working on

Name ig : SilverLinedTale

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Backstory 1:

Focus : Sans but also the entirety of the Underground

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The monsters have been trapped in the Underground

During those years, 7 human children have fallen down Mt. Ebott. But none of them made it out alive...  Their Leader; Asgore, took their souls, now forever waiting for the last one...

The last step to be free again.

But, when the "last" child did fall, did end up here, they passed te barrier, get pass all the monsters. Even getting pass the Asgore himself. No one knew how... they never talked to anyone. they never got into any sort of combat, they subverted expectations, and left.

It's like they were a ghost, not even like Napstablook, just, there then gone.

They had no choice but to just.... wait...

They thought, and hoped it wouldn't be too long, but... Flowey first noticed the golden flowers wilting, like the way down here- the way down to drop, has beem covered up, covering the Sun too... By a rock? lid?

Either way, that one move made things seem more impossible, and more hopeless

It all felt so weird... Especially to Sans and Flowey

It was just the "PLAYER" playing around with the endings, getting most or all of them

Then

they left.....

.

But they waited anyways, waiting for years that turned into... well goodness knows how long honestly?

And in that time, moss, vines, weed, even a few fungi here and there, some were normal, some where toxic, and some...

It started to spread on some of them meek monsters, and it started to effect the monsters and plants due to their souls. Plants effected by the souls? How would that go?  a funny thought that left everyones minds quicker than it should have, dangerously..

But finally... Toriel heard someone drop here, a softer land, she hurriedly checked who it was, what child could have finally lifted the lid and dropped here!? and who will be their saviour? And it...

Was a young adult? They had scientist coat on and held.. a suitcase? And they had such a serious face it was a little scary (RBF)

And then another kid fell down here, a more boyish landing. They seemed somewhat younger than the first one, mid teen? 16? The older one said that's their assistant though.

They introduced themselves. The older one named "Chara" and the younger one named "Tricari"... those names sounded familiar, but they couldn't tell anymore--

And, they said they'll live here if they need to.. So nothing to worry right? especially if it's just names and some good company...

And thats where the journey truly starts...

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(Inspired by Silver Thread all games, Symbiosis (I love Spicaze games its on Itch-io), OvergrownTale AU and Pinterest)

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Theres 2 more stories to be added but i dont want to spoil too much

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[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday writing -

I love your stuff sooooo much 😍 makes my week. Hopefully you're having a good one.

I would be happy with anything but I really want to see some wooing/surprised at how far the other is wing to go along with them! Like Magnus taking care of amnesia Alec, or magnus getting drawn in by Alec in the adoration vs. Heck even others being surprised by this too.

Honestly I'm just going to be happy with anywhere your muse goes but just give me some emotions! You're so good at it.

Hey! Thank you for the compliment and the well wishes! This week is doing much better than last thank you! I hope you’re having a good week!

I hope you enjoy this, it’s in all my fears forgotten

I hope these are enough emotions, let me know if you want more

💜 lumine

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Magnus looks over the files that have been sent to him with a frown before he finally decides on his course of action.

Out of the half a dozen files that came through, only one is Magnus positive that Alexander would feel comfortable with.

It’s with an easy conscience that he signs over his consorts Institute to Mirai Lakecastle, Alexander’s second and someone competent and sure-headed enough to keep it together.

The clave will have no reason to argue and Mirai abides by the same code as Alec, it’s why Magnus picks her.

That and Alexander’s trust.

His faith and confidence in his second has grown since their first meeting and Magnus trusts Alexander’s instincts and his opinion.

It’s a lot of power to sign over, especially so quickly.

Magnus could do so much with the authority Alexander gave him but he doesn’t care. Magnus has a new and widely coveted political power and clout. It’s unthinkable that he would sign it over with so little hesitation or use. Yet Magnus wants nothing more than to concentrate on tending to his love who has changed so much and yet so little.

Alexander is truly no different than he was, only that he is how he was before the wounds of his past chiseled him into the man Magnus loves.

And yet he is also the man Magnus loves, the very foundation of him and Magnus finds that he adores him desperately.

Magnus cannot lose Alexander, as long as he is by his side then Magnus is happy to love him as he is, however he is.

Which means that there is no time to waste playing clave politics when Magnus can be introducing Alexander to a thousand things his boy had forgotten he once wanted. It’s a cursed blessing, to learn so many secrets that Alexander himself only remembered by forgetting so much.

Magnus opens a small portal, just enough to send his own response back to Alyssa. Then as soon as it’s confirmed to have been received, he snaps it closed and goes to find his boy.

Alexander is outside lying on his stomach, stretched out over thick green moss and dipping his fingers into the cold shallows of the nearby brook.

There are bright flashes of color as the fish dart around his touch and the rocks and Magnus laughs, heart lifting despite the weight of this morning.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks, kneeling next to Alexander and pressing a palm to his shoulder.

“It’s cool and the suns bright,” Alexander sends him a faint smile before looking back at the water. “I don’t remember doing things like this before.”

Magnus doubts that he has and worse, they’ve hardly had time to even think of something as simple as a picnic where this could happen.

“Should we go boating?” He asks without a second thought and Alexander gives him a pleased smile and a nod. “Wonderful darling, I’ll set up a pavilion boat,” Magnus waves a hand as he speaks, “they run on magic, lovely. Absolutely divine and much better for the environment.”

In his delight, Magnus gets absorbed in his thoughts for a moment. It’s just a moment, but it’s long enough to miss the adoring and content smile that Alexander sends him.

Or that his eyes, while still confused, are deeply pooled with indulgent devotion.

[mundanemoongirl]

IT'S SPOOKY MONTH!! HERE'S A SPOOKY SNIPPET FROM SPIRITWALKER

The icy tiles warmed beneath my skin. No more waiting.

I pushed at the wall and the entire section behind the mosaic shuttered. My strange suspicion was correct—there was a hidden passageway in the tunnel—but I needed more force to open the door all the way.

I pressed my other hand to the wall and pushed harder, straining the muscles in my back and shoulders. The wall moved inwards this time, rotating like a cog, until it was just a sliver between two gaps. There was enough room for a witch to comfortably walk on either side.

I gestured to Maya. “Are you coming?”

The younger witch, ever loyal, followed me into the pitch black that awaited us. The smell of mold slapped me in the face, and I had to resist the urge to cover my nose in order to keep my grip on the wall. I stretched my foot as far as it would go, trying to gauge how far the passage went, but only felt emptiness. This vast, dark, unknown space should have frightened me, but instead I was struck with a strange familiarity. I had been here before—in my dreams.

Once we were both fully inside, I let go of the wall. Considering its weight, I assumed that it would gradually slide back into place. Instead it slammed shut, sealing me and Maya in the mysterious hole. I could hear her hands frantically scraping against the bricks, searching for a way out.

“What do we do, Lady Daron?” 

“I am sure that Ann Marie will open the door if we stay here for too long. As for the dark, you can leave it to me.”

I slipped my spirit dagger out from its hidden holster with one hand and used the other to locate a wall. When I could feel the solid surface, I stuck the tip of my dagger into the stone. It cut through easily as the brick was so old it chipped and crumbled upon force. Muscle memory took over, carving out the rune spell for light for me.

All of the walls illuminated brilliantly, as if a star was hidden inside of them. Keeping my dagger in my hand, I surveyed my surroundings. The room was smaller than I suspected, only large enough to fit about ten people. Moss and mold grew on the walls and weeds sprouted from cracks in the stone floor. How long had this place been forgotten?

Maya’s gasp echoed across the walls and I turned to see what startled her. In the corner was what appeared to be a girl, but she had no skin, no color. Her body was solely light, occasionally sparkling with the intensity of her energy. I tightened my grip on my spirit dagger.

“Hello,” the spirit said. “I would introduce myself, but I do not know who I am.”

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