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[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 34

Part 34: Renewal

Series Masterlist

Words: 3.9k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Your very amorous husband was waiting for you when you walked into the bedroom you shared, his eyes bright and cheeks flushed. Steve swept you up into his arms the second the door was closed, shoving you back into it with surprising force. His lips scorched yours with a need that took your breath away as you hung on, his hips grinding into you, trapping your lower body between his and the door. 

When his mouth blazed a trail across your cheek to your neck, you took a deep breath. You needed him with the same desperation, but the two of you had to talk first. Carefully, you worked your hands between you, trying to gently push him back.

"Nuh-uh," he muttered against the sensitive skin of your throat, the brush of his beard pushing your own desire even higher. "Later."

"Steve," you tried as his lips danced over your skin, just the way you liked. You hesitated to enjoy that. It was all the time he needed to sweep you away from the door with a speed that surprised you considering in his recovery. Your back met the bed in the space of a heartbeat and Steve was on you the next, stripping off his suit coat like it was on fire. 

"I know you want to talk," he said breathlessly between heated kisses. "I just... can't wait."

You'd dressed up in case you were needed in that meeting. Your husband's blue-eyed gaze swept over you lustfully as he worked his blood-red tie loose. His big hands just ripped open the black silk blouse you wore, tiny buttons flying as he did. The snap of your bra stung your skin as he impatiently tore that off and tossed it away. He went after your breasts with his hands and mouth, teasing your nipples. His handling was a little rougher than normal. His tongue was a fleeting tease on one nipple, an apology for his soft bite which came next.

Without any thought, your hands worked their way into his silky hair, pulling a moan from him that was indecent. Before long you struggled to remember what was so urgent you needed to talk about it now.

Your entire body was burning up. Your thighs were clenched around his slender waist, one hand clamped over one firm ass cheek, urging him to get on with it. You were getting light-headed. The intensity of your desire had your soaked panties clinging to you obscenely.

He paused long enough to pull what was left of your blouse completely off you. You tried to sit up to help him but he none-too-gently pushed you back. It was worth it when he ripped his own shirt open, even though you winced at the bullet wound that was still healing. All those tattoo-covered muscles had you shivering in need. Still your fingers gently traced around the wound and you looked to him in concern. 

Batting your hand away, he shook his head. "No."

"Your stitches," was all you could manage to whisper as he moved down your body. 

"Doc can restitch me," Steve told you, the ripping sound of your skirt giving way loud in the cool, silence of your bedroom. Instinctively, you reached for the strap of your heels and again, he brushed your hand away. "No. They stay."

You were all laid out across your bed in black stockings, black panties, and four-inch strappy heels. Now that he had you exactly where he wanted you, Steve threw off the remains of his shirt and pressed his face into your panties. Moaning, he rubbed his face in you. Embarassment heated your face at how wet they were already. He picked up on it, chuckling.

"And you wanted to talk," he teased, his hand twisting in the wet crotch and pulling them off you with little effort. 

You were anything but prepared when he dove into you. Wrapping those heavily-muscled arms around your thighs, he pinned your lower half to the bed. Your husband held you there and took you apart with his lips and tongue. At first he avoided where you needed his touch the most, chuckling darkly at making you squirm, at having you fighting to get closer to his mouth. 

Steve had you so worked up that by the time his tongue finally gave your neglected clit the attention it craved, you came screaming into your hands. The intensity of the orgasm had you struggling to breathe, fighting his iron grip on you. He didn't let up, his wicked tongue robbing you of your sanity as one release bled into another. His hot breath, the softness of his beard, the maddening patterns his tongue burnt into you had you right back on the edge in no time while you tried to catch your needy cries and moans in your hands. 

Just before he sent you sailing again, he wrenched one arm free and slapped your ass hard. "I want to hear you," he growled.

"Steve?" His name was a high, desperate sound that died on your lips as he kept at you. His tongue zeroed in on your clit and the sight of his tawny head between your legs was your undoing. Your hands flew to your mouth and he smacked you again, harder. The sting was so good, pushing you over the edge until you screamed. His tongue never stopped moving, sharp slaps of his hand on your ass had you howling as you came hard enough for your vision to fade.

Dazed, you just focused on breathing as he hauled you up the bed. You were sort of aware of him reaching back over the bed for something. A flash of red. He already had one of your hands secured to the bedpost with the crimson silk of his tie by the time you realized what he was doing. 

"Someone's having a hard time listening today," he said with a tight grin when you couldn't pull your hands off the bars at all. "I want to hear you. I want the entire house to hear you."

You were both fearful and excited at the darkened glance he wore now. When he moved above you, he was all you could see. The earthy smell of him was all around you, invading your senses. His head dipped to claim your mouth in a searing kiss, letting you taste your own juices on his lips. When he was done, you were panting and he wasn't even touching you.

The desire in his expression made you pause.

"I want the entire fucking neighborhood to hear how good I fuck you," he warned.

At the moment, you couldn't say that you cared at all who heard what as long as he fucked you. Now. But you knew you would care later and that anxiety only fanned the flames of your own lust. When his fingers slid through your slick folds, you bit your lip in frustration. When he worked one long, rough finger into you, your body clenched around it in sheer need.

When he pushed in two fingers, you groaned, moving your hips with his tantalizing touch. It was good. But you wanted more. Using the sleek heel strapped to your right foot, you nudged him at his lower back. You wanted his cock so bad right now. And the bastard knew it too.

"You want more?" Steve asked, knowing the answer to his question.

You nodded, your gaze on that swollen part of him he was touching over the expensive suit pants he still wore. You weren't surprised at how fast he undid those slacks, pushing them down his slim hips, kicking them off. What you didn't see coming was how quickly he moved up your body, straddling your chest and putting exactly what you wanted right in front of your face, long, hard, and swollen.

Before he could say something clever, you got your mouth on that. Your hands were tied but that did little to stop you. It was gratifying to hear your husband make that desperate little sob above you. As you working him with your mouth, making a mess but loving it, he clutched the headboard above you with both hands, his hips working with you with a little force. You adjusted, let him hit the back of your throat. You gagged once or twice but gave as good as you got, even with your hands out of play.

You pulled another sob from him, and that sound had you desperate for some relief yourself. Using your tongue, you teased the underside of him, just the way he liked. When he slid back, you moved your mouth away, taking one of his balls into your mouth and teasing it in all the ways you knew he loved.

That was when he stopped, laughing and breathless. Steve pulled himself out of reach. With a hand, he stroked himself, and you just knew he was too close. Wiping your mouth the best you could on your shoulder and panting from your efforts, you grinned up at him. Shifting your body, you wrapped your legs around his thighs and your dancer's legs were strong. You almost succeeded in toppling him, getting him where you wanted him. 

Steve shook his head, his grin one of pure delight. "I love my ferocious little queen," he said.

"Then give her what she wants," you dared him, sounding as wrecked as he did. "If you have enough strength left."

His brows shot up at that. And you could tell he was tiring. But you weren't going to get away with throwing down that challenge and you knew it. And Steve played right into your hands. 

Positioning himself on his knees between your thighs, he pulled your lower body to him. And you were drenched. Steve impaled you in the blink of an eye. He split you open fast and the quick flash of pain from so many nights without him dulled when compared to the sensations of having him inside you again. He stretched your walls and held, strong hands gripping your hips tightly. Quickly, your hands reached for the bars they were bound to, hoping to brace yourself for the ride you knew was coming.

He didn't disappoint. The entire bed shook as he fucked you, sharp quick thrusts hit all the hidden triggers inside you. You tried to keep quiet but you didn't last long. The push and drag of his cock against your slick walls that tried to grab him had your head spinning. Watching all those muscles work across his chest and heavy arms, watching the black ink of those tattoos dance made you insane. You moaned and wailed just as he wanted and you didn't give a good damn who in the house or beyond heard you as long as he didn't stop.

It wasn't long until your vision was fading and your pussy tightened around him as release chased you. Your heels dug into his ass as you urged him to keep going, to speed up. Your husband kept at you, his thrusts sharp and fast, punching the air from your lungs. When you came, you screamed. Pleasure flooded your bloodstream and the world spun away from you as your twisted and cried out, captive beneath him. 

He didn't wait for you to recover. All too quickly, you drifted back. It wasn't like you had a choice. Steve was still fucking you hard, one hand now between your legs. His fingers were delicate on the pearl he played with, a perfect counterpoint for the sheer force he was using to fuck you into oblivion. 

But it was all too much. You were too sensitive, tried to move your body away from that touch. Steve looked as wrecked as you felt above you, his mouth slack, his fingers and hips working frantically. Strands of his tawny hair were stuck to his forehead. He wasn't stopping. With all that color flooding his face, neck and chest, you knew he was so close. You also knew he wouldn't relent until he brought you off one more time.

You just didn't know if that was even possible. Your breath came fast, you pussy walls tried to grab him and failed. Steve pounded you over and over until he pushed you off the ledge and you were sailing. He jumped off after you, his final thrusts bringing an edge of pain that made your pleasure that much sweeter as your bodies worked together in a devastating climax.

You husband collapsed on top of you but didn't stay there long. Carefully, he lifted from you, his cock pulling free making you wince from the movement. Oh, you were going to be sore in so many ways from your lower body to your wrists that he carefully untied. When he collapsed onto his back next to you, you rolled to snuggle into his side. Fortunately, it wasn't the side of his chest where the wound was. 

You both panted as you laid there, recovering. Steve hummed in contentment, his fingers tracing small patterns over your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

You snorted. "Are you?" 

"It's getting better." His voice was raspy now. "I'm not a hundred percent yet. But I will be."

I will be. That's what you wanted to hear.

"What happened?" You wanted to know. Barnes left earlier looking very unhappy and here was Steve, fucking you like a conquering hero in his state of excitement. He did well then in the meeting he called with the families of Boston. You were both relieved and happy for him. "Why did Barrnes leave within the first half hour?"

Your husband's triumphant gaze met yours. "Who told you that?"

You shook your head. "I saw. They drove him slowly around the front of the house. He rolled down his window and just stared at the house from the back seat. It was creepy."

You read determination in that blue-eyed gaze. "You know I'm never going to let him anywhere near you, right?"

With a sigh, you nodded. But you knew a lot more about his world after all you'd been through.

"How are you going to avoid that?" You needed to be realistic. "I'm not going to be Rapunzel in her tower here, Steve. I spent too many years already, locked away for my safety. I'm your wife. I'm going to be out in the world. And I'll need to make appearances with you. I can handle myself."

Worry crept into his expression. It darkened those baby blues, diminished the moment. You didn't want to go in that direction. Not right now.

"Tell me what happened," you re-directed impatiently. "I've been dying here."

Just like that, he smiled. Oh, he was proud of himself about something. You made a mental note to get Dyson's account later. Probably tomorrow. You knew it was going to be good. 

It was a testament to Steve's recovery that he was still up and around and able to do what he just did to you. It was the first day he'd been out of bed so long and while you admired him for making it this far, you were a little worried about the impact it could have on his recovery. Carefully, you sat up in bed next to him.

And you listened carefully as he told you everything from the meeting. You would have loved to see him laying down the law to the other famiilies, getting in Barnes' face when he shamelessly owned the horrific things he was guilty of and took him to task for challenging his leadership. You listened, enjoying how animated he was in telling you how it all went down. It was obvious he was happy with how it went.

It was obvious Steve was taking the heavy reigns of leadership he was so eager to have with a new atittude. Now he saw the position for what it really was. Leading the five families was a heavy burden, something he could no longer take for granted. 

Just like he'd stopped taking you for granted.

You paused a moment, wanting to make sure he had time to explain everything.Your heart sang at how animated he was, the color back in his face. The doctor assured you he'd make a full recovery and if he was this animated to the other family leads, his strength wouldn't be in question. At least, not as much.

"Wait," you said, going over his story in your head. "How much about what happened was brought up in your confrontation with Barnes?"

Steve's smile widened. "Well, I made it known that both you and Nat were victims of Barnes' scheming. Thor Odinson pointed out that Nat may have deserved what happened to her because she was cheating on Banner. I just didn't know how widely that bit of knowledge spread."

Your husband must have noticed your agitation because he quickly added, "I pointed out that Banner had been plotting with Barnes in hopes of being his new consigliere. That allowed me to mention that he'd also conspired with Neal."

You shuddered, remembering how Hansen shot Neal in the face without a thought. 

"Barnes tried to paint me as weak," Steve explained. "He claimed it was too easy to hit those who I'm supposed to protect. Shops on our turf, my people, my sister... my wife."

"But you did protect us." You wouldn't let him doubt himself now. "Steve, that bullet might have killed me."

His expression softened at that. Sadness crept into his expression.

"Taking a bullet for you shouldn't have been necessary," Steve told you somberly. "Everything that led up to that? It was my fault. I didn't listen to you. I let my egotistical view of who I thought I should be and who I thought you should be cloud my judgment. I believed Neal over you. I could have lost you."

"But you didn't." You smoothed a hand over the side of his face. Turning his face, he pressed a kiss into your palm. "I'm still here. Nat and Dyson? They are still here."

It didn't seem to relieve the tension in his face. "As you've seen for yourself, my world, our world is dangerous. I think you understand now just how dangerous it is. Barnes is struggling physically. But, like me, he'll recover. If nothing else, pure willpower and the need for revenge will pull him along. I'm not the only one he's going to come after."

Steve didn't have to tell you that Bucky Barnes would be coming for you. You knew that. 

And you put up a good front for him, for everyone in the family. You wanted them to believe you were unafraid. And you were pretty sure they believed you. A chill ran down your spine as you stopped to consider that one day, you'd have to face off against the enemy you made. A man who already hated you because of your mother's deeds. A man that sent Hansen after you, starting an unnatural obsession with him that could have resulted in your death twice. 

And the way Barnes himself looked at you? It gave you chills just to think about it.

"Ever since I came out of the coma," Steve said slowly, "I just... I can't believe I actually allowed you to go in the first place."

"You changed your mind five minutes later. Steve, you were there."  You made him look at you, meet your gaze. "You saved me. And I trust you to keep me safe from Barnes. I trust you to keep all of us safe."

When he dropped his head, your heart squeezed in your chest. "You shouldn't trust me."

"Steve, you've never been in this position before," you told him. "You're learning."

"Well, I need to learn faster," he told you. "What good is leadership if I can't protect the ones I love?"

"Steve, you're figuring it out." You willed him to believe you. "You're not the only one learning. I knew nothing about your world when you pushed your way into it. I've made mistakes. I'm learning too."

Shaking his head, Steve blew out a sigh. "And in a short period of time, you could see things about my world I missed. You were way ahead of me."

No, you weren't letting him beat himself up now after everything you'd been through.

"We have another shot at it." You needed him to understand. "But we have to deal with Barnes to have any chance of keeping you on the throne."

And he was all too aware of that. But when his gaze returned to yours, he said, "I don't even fucking care about the throne. Not if I lose you."

"Steve, I'm right here," you told him, your heart squeezing your chest. 

Your conversation had taken a dark, angsty turn. It wasn't the way you saw the rest of the evening going. It really wasn't. But there was another issue you needed to address with your husband before things went the way you intended for them to. 

"You know, before this last confrontation, we weren't in the best place in our marriage, Steve," you said quietly. 

Slowly, he nodded. "You're right.  I'd confined you to this room because Neal told me what had happened the day the so-called nurse came to the house. I was pissed that you lied to me."

You had to own that one. "I did lie to you. In my defense, you were talking about starting a family and I was scared. As much as I care about you now, at the time I wasn't ready to start a family. I wasn't ready to be someone's wife. But still, I could have communicated that to you." 

"Apparently, I didn't made you feel safe enough to try and talk to me about that," Steve said.

That was also true.

"Sweetheart, if we're going to survive," he said, "no more secrets. I've made you part of my council. I'm trusting you with everything. I expect the same. It's the only way I can protect you."

"I agree to that." You meant it. "But I need you to promise me that you'll stop trying to push me in directions I'm not ready for."

"Yeah, cause it's not even possible." Steve's gaze held yours. Slowly, he nodded. "Can I ask for things I want?"

Something told you he was referring to starting a family. You blew out an exhale. You might be open to that one day. But not until you had the business with Barnes and the challenges to Steve's authority completely dealt with.

"Will you take no for an answer?"

Steve grinned. "I can be persuasive."

Yeah, you knew just how persuasive he could be.

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|| Missions (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

There's not much to do after Geto leaves everyone heartbroken, (mentions of geto X reader).

MDNI just in case; language, mentions of sexual acts. So much angst.

"Coming back?" Gojo laughs at the sentiment, he runs his hand through his hair, but it just keeps falling back to cover his eyes. He knows he shouldn't say it, but he feels sorry for you, almost as sorry as he feels for himself. He looks at you, replacing the bandages on your arm, trying to keep your wound sanitary until someone finds Shoko.

"Yeah, you just saw him - you and Shoko. When's he coming back?" You wince at the pain radiating from your arm to the rest of your body.

"Suguru's not coming back."

"Then bring him back," you hiss at him, "what's the use of all that power if you can't even do that?"

Gojo knows you don't mean it. He knows you're hurt because you were away when Geto finally called because of your nasty habit of keeping your phone off when you're away on missions. But even though he knows you don't mean it, he's not in the right mood to exercise any self-control.

"Not my fault he didn't want to fuckin' see you, is it?"

"Get out," you try to keep your composure, but anger bursts through easily a moment later, "Get the fuck out!"

When Shoko comes, you're the only one left in the infirmary. The floor is full of bandages you tried to wrap around your wound but kept ripping up, too tense to put them on gently.

She picks them up silently while listening to the sobs you try to muffle by burying your face in the palms of your hands. Unlike Satoru, she doesn't say a word. Even her cursed technique couldn't mend a broken heart, and words seemed futile.

"He didn't call me," you turn your puffy eyes to her, to which she promptly stops her actions, "He didn't text, he didn't say anything. He had no problem fucking me in the showers because he was so sad, and you know baby, you're the only thing keeping me sane," you grumbled, imitating Suguru's deep voice with a raspy tone, "'keeping me sane' my ass."

And just as you wished she'd say something like 'Suguru said he tried to reach you', or 'He said he was sorry', she simply took your wounded hand in hers, "Don't move, okay?"

-

It's been three full months. Three months was longer than your entire relationship - if one could even call it that - with Geto Suguru. You kept your distance from everyone but Shoko, going in and out of Jujutsu High almost daily.

"Let me take this one," Gojo meets you when you come out of Yaga's office after a quick mission debrief. You walk past him, but he easily matches your pace, following you down the hallway. "Come on, you look like you need a day off."

"I'm fine," you walk faster now, there's a limit to how long he'd follow you, isn't there?

"Yeah, you look just as fine as me."

You stop in your tracks at his comment. Only when you finally turn to look at him, do you notice the remnants of dark circles under his eyes and the light creases on his uniform, giving him an uncharacteristically disheveled look.

"Satoru, you look horrible," you mutter, widening your eyes.

Gojo laughs, putting a long arm over your shoulder, "Me? Have you looked in the mirror recently? If you keep looking like that, someone might accidentally exorcise you."

Something about his demeanor lifts the horrible mood you've been in, you burst out laughing at his statement, "Exorcise me?" You breathe, still smiling, "You're so pale they might accidentally bury you."

He lets his arm hang loosely over your shoulder, "Go to sleep, I'll take this mission. Shoko said she's tired of seeing your face in the infirmary every other day anyway."

"She did not say that!"

"Well, she didn't say that, but I'm sure she wants to."

-

Gojo was quite sure that taking the load of missions you've put upon yourself would make you feel better, and that doing something for someone else would help him focus on anything else. Unfortunately, the consequences were quite the opposite. Your days moved slowly and uneventfully, trapping you in a constant state of reminiscing in the familiar environment you desperately wanted to get away from.

Gojo was gone for days at a time. After a while, you decided to camp out in his room, waiting for his eventual return. You already drifted to sleep on a chair in the corner when he opened the door.

"Got our rooms mixed up?" You jolted awake at the sudden voice, seeing Gojo's outline take his shoes off at the entrance to the dark room.

"No, I was waiting for you," you muttered, still wiping the sleep off of your eyes.

"Oh - as much as I'd love to, I'm not doing this to get any favors back."

You frown at his comment, "stop taking my missions, Satoru. I agreed to it just that once."

"You look like you're finally getting enough sleep." He settles himself on the bed, taking his jacket off.

"It's because there's nothing to do but sleep, I think I'm going to lose it." You get up from the chair, making your way to the door, "thank you, but please tell Yaga you'll stop covering for me."

"Ah, don't thank me," the small smile he has on his lips is illuminated by the dull light coming off the alarm clock on his nightstand.

"No, really. Thank you." you smile back at him.

"No, don't thank me, 'cause I'm not going to do it."

"You what?" You freeze, "It's not funny."

"That's good, because I'm not joking."

"I don't think you understand, I'm not asking you - I'm telling you." You make your way to the middle of the room, standing above his bed, looking down on his unbothered expression.

"I don't think you understand, I'm not giving you back your missions until you get your act together. D'you want me to call Ieri to count the amount of times you were close to losing a limb?"

"I don't think it's for you to decide just how together my act is."

"Then who's it for, huh? You clearly can't. Now, d'you mind? I'm tired." He gets up from the bed to fix up his sheets, paying no mind to your growing impatience.

"I'm not leaving until you give me back my missions," you cross your arms.

He shrugs you off, opening a drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. You try to ignore the heat rushing to your face as he shamelessly starts to change in front of you.

"Quit it, Satoru." You're mesmerized by the way the muscles on his back move when he pulls the top of his uniform off, throwing it on the chair you were sleeping on moments ago, before putting on a gray t-shirt. When his hands reached to unzip his trousers, you grabbed his arm, trying to pull it away from performing the action, "Quit it!"

He shakes your hand off of his, finally turning to you, locking his eyes with yours, "I'll quit it when you stop moping around."

"I'm not moping!" You exclaim so suddenly that it even startles you a bit.

"Yeah, sure you're not." His eyes inspect your face.

"I'm not." You pull back your shoulders in a desperate attempt to seem more assertive.

"M-hmm," he utters, his face leaning closer to yours, a knot forms in your stomach when you see his eyes shift their gaze to your lips. You find yourself drawing closer to his lips, tipping your body just slightly forward, close enough to feel his breath on your skin.

"I'm not," you're so close your lips brush against his when you whisper, your hands run up his back, lifting his shirt, your cold fingers sending a chill up his spine. He presses you against his chest in one swift move, locking you within his arms before pressing his lips to yours.

"You better not," he breathes into your mouth.

-

"Does it mean I can have my missions back now?" you look at his crimson-colored face, still panting softly.

"After that? You can have mine too," He laughs.

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A Chemical Reaction Called Love

Chapter 3: A Boring Life

~Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!reader

~Summary: Being the daughter of Hawkins Middle School Science teacher, Scott Clarke, has its perks. Constantly having to explain things to 'King' Steve Harrington wasn't necessarily one of them but it was something you had gotten used to. He might not be the brightest guy but at least he tried, and you appreciated that. You had big plans for the future, but they might be forced to change thanks to a phone call...

~Warnings: Sensitive topics might be brought up so reader discretion is advised.

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Authors Note: Hey everyone! Here's chapter three! Thanks so much for the love on the previous chapters! I'm still getting used to how posting fanfics on tumblr works so I appreciate all the likes and reposts! If you'd like to be tagged in the next chapter let me know! Once again you can find me on Ao3 as Lilpipsqueak and W-tpadd as friendlyfanperson!

Does anyone know how I can make the previous chapter numbers appear and be linked to this? I've been trying to figure it out lol

~Narrator's POV~

Y/n walks inside the middle school going to her dad's room, the place is very quiet, which is the opposite of what the school is usually like, there is a very uncomfortable atmosphere around but it's to be expected, after all, one of the students was announced dead, it's not something that ever happens or people think will happen.

"Hi dad," She says standing at the door.

"Hey honey, thanks for coming to help the kids by talking about losing someone," He tells her walking out of the room.

"No worries, how are the boys doing?" She asks him, walking next to him.

"I'm not sure, I haven't seen them today, they must be having a rough time though, I can't even imagine"

Y/n doesn't even want to imagine how they must be feeling, they're only twelve years old and have already lost their best friend to some terrible accident, no kid should go through what they're going through, but the circumstances can't be changed, unfortunately, and all they can do is be there for the boys so things are easier for them, comfort them in any way possible, and make sure that Will's memory lives on.

"Attention students, there will be an assembly to honour Will Byers in the gymnasium now. Do not go to fourth period"

The principal announced from the speakers, when it all goes quiet again they can hear voices coming from somewhere near and just as they turn to the right they see the three boys with a girl standing in the corridors.

"Boys?" Scott says as they turn to look at him.

"Hey," Lucas says, trying not to seem suspicious.

"The assembly is about to start" Y/n adds.

"We know," Mike tells her, "We're just, you know"

"Upset," Lucas explains with a smile before looking down sad.

"Yeah, yeah, definitely upset" Dustin repeats.

"We need some alone time," Mike says.

"To cry" Dustin adds.

Y/n looks at them confused, noticing they are acting stranger than usual.

"Yeah, listen, I get it, I do" Mr Clarke begins telling them, "I know how hard this is, but let's just be there for Will, huh? And then" he gets his keys out from his pocket and tosses them to Mike, "The Heathkit is all yours for the rest of the day, what do you say?" he asks them.

The boys look at him with a smile nodding, happy with the idea.

"I haven't seen you around here before, is she new? What's your name?" Y/n asks the blonde girl standing next to Mike.

"Elev-" The girl begins to say before she's interrupted by Mike, Lucas and Dustin.

"Eleanor, she's my-"

"Cousin!"

"Second cousin"

"She's here for Will's funeral" Mike adds.

Y/n stands there trying to figure out whether the three boys expected her to really believe the obvious lie they just told her, and by the look of it they were sure she was going to believe it.

"Ah, well, welcome to Hawkins Middle, Eleanor, I wish you were here under better circumstances," Her dad tells the girl.

"Thank you" She softly says.

"Uh, where are you from exactly?" Y/n asks her.

The eyes of the three boys widen as they turn to look at Elenor who shakes her head.

"Bad place-"

"Sweden!" Dustin shouts. "I have a lot of Swedish family" Mike adds. "She hates it there" Dustin mentions. "Cold" Lucas says. "Subzero"

Everything feels very awkward after that, Y/n and Scott look at each other, confusion visible on their face, but they decide to just move past the conversation.

"Shall we?" Her dad says looking at the kids.

"Yep," Lucas says as they all walk towards the sports hall.

Dustin opens the door to the room interrupting the principal and drawing everyone's attention to the five of them.

"Great" Y/n mumbles.

Dustin turns around trying to leave but is pushed back inside by Lucas.

Lucas, Mike, Dustin and Eleanor take a seat on the benches while Y/n and Scott sit on the chairs behind the principal.

"We have Y/n Clarke from Hawkins High to talk to you guys a bit about how it feels to lose someone, Y/n," The principal says turning to look back at her.

She stands up taking a deep breath, public speaking it's not fun, especially having to talk to a bunch of clearly bored and annoying pre-teenagers. Y/n smiles at the principal walking next to him and moving to look at the kids, most of them looked like they couldn't wait for this to be over, some were mildly interested or at least respected the situation, a very small group was actually upset, and then in the crowd, she saw two boys laughing, she noticed that Mike and Lucas saw them too, and man does she hate bullies.

"Can you two at the back be quiet?" She shouts glaring at the two boys, they look back at her embarrassed and annoyed but stop talking, "Thank you"

Now I could share with you the sad story that Y/n is telling the kids, but in reality, the anecdote isn't actually that sad, she doesn't even remember her mother at all, she died when Y/n was only two-years-old in a car accident, but stretching the truth for the kids to stop being little assholes wouldn't hurt at the end of the day. So she put on her best sad face and took ten minutes of the kid's day to share the story.

"So let's keep Will's memory alive, and show some respect," She says finishing her speech. The bell goes off and the kids start leaving the room, Y/n walks over to her dad, "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay honey" In comparison to her Scott obviously remembers her mother a lot, and he gets very sentimental whenever someone talks about her, it's a sensitive topic.

"Do you want me to go talk to the kids?" She asks him.

"No don't worry, I'll talk to them you should go back to class," He tells her with a smile, she smiles back at him and waves goodbye as she walks out of the gym.

Y/n walks back to the High School and gets on with her usual day. Nothing interesting really happens after, she just attends her lessons, has lunch with Robin, and then meets once again with her dad so they can go home. Her life really is pretty boring when she thinks about it, always the same cycle over and over, it would be nice to do something new for a change.

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The next day school was cancelled since it was Will's funeral.

Y/n woke up at 8:00 am to get ready, the funeral was scheduled to start at 11:00 am and would probably last about two hours, after that most people would attend the wake which would last about an hour or so, which meant Y/n would have enough time to go back home, get changed and then walk to her shift which starts at three thirty.

She changed into the outfit she had planned for the funeral, lucky for her she already had black clothes which meant she didn't need to buy new ones for this day, it wouldn't have been fun to buy clothes for a funeral.

All she could think about while getting ready was the fact she was attending Will's funeral, it really was happening, he was actually dead, it wasn't just a bad nightmare she had anymore, it was a reality. No one ever wants to attend the funeral of someone younger than them, they're supposed to live longer than you after all, so when that doesn't happen it's just so  heartbreaking.

"Are you ready to go honey?" Scott asks her as he knocks on her door.

"Yeah, let's go," she says walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.

The drive to the funeral was completely quiet, neither Y/n nor her dad had the strength or energy to try and initiate a conversation, there wasn't much to talk about anyway, so really it was for the best.

When they arrived he parked his car at the car park next to the church, they both got out and walked towards Joyce and Jonathan who were standing in front of the soon-to-be grave. Y/n went up to Jonathan and gave him a big hug, she hadn't seen him since Will went missing, and she wanted to ask him how he was feeling but she guessed that was the last thing he needed to be asked today, so instead she just gave him a soft smile as she moved away from the hug and turned to look at Joyce.

She doesn't say anything, she looks so confused to be there like it isn't right.

Y/n wanted to say so much to Joyce, she wanted to tell her how sorry she was for what had happened, how she couldn't believe it was Will out of all the people it could've been, how he was such a fantastic kid he didn't deserve this, but she couldn't tell her that, not at this time anyway, "We'll be here if you need anything" was all she said, with a soft smile.

She turns to look at the kids, she expected them to be already crying their eyes out or something along those lines, but instead, they seemed normal, they didn't look upset or sad, and they didn't even look like they were hiding their feelings, which Y/n would've definitely found weird if it wasn't for the fact that the moment she saw the boys she just wanted to breakdown into tears and hug them.

"How are you guys doing?" She asked them walking over to the boys.

"We're okay," Dustin tells her looking over at Lucas and Mike.

"You guys know it's okay to cry, right?" She tells them.

"Yeah, we know," Dustin says looking at Lucas and Mike, the three of them nodding.

"Good, I'm here if you need to talk" She adds and they smile at her.

More and more people start arriving, but instead of people talking more everything goes completely quiet, and eventually, the funeral begins.

All Y/n is able to do is look down during the entire speech, she barely has the strength to look at Will's casket, it's so small, and caskets shouldn't be that small. In the end, everyone throws some flowers inside the hole before they close it.

Everyone then heads to the wake, there are tables and food organised in the place, and most people are talking, probably about something not even remotely related to Will, Lonnie is speaking to Mr and Mrs Wheeler, meanwhile, Joyce is sitting by herself, on the other side of the room Y/n and Scott are getting some food from the lunch table, when Mike, Lucas and Dustin walk up to them.

"Mr Clarke," Mike says, Scott and Y/n turn around to look at the boys.

"Oh, hey there, how are you boys holding up?" He asks them.

"We're...in...mourning" Lucas answers.

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers" Dustin mumbles, Mike and Lucas turn to look at him as if he just said something irrelevant, which he did but kids usually do that.

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" "We have some questions" "A lot of questions," Mike and Lucas say.

"What do you want to know?"

Mr Clarke, Y/n and the three boys take a seat on one of the tables and begin to ask the questions, they ask about alternate dimensions but not an alternate dimension where Will's death never happened but more about an evil alternate dimension, like the Vale of Shadows, and then they ask how one would travel there, theoretically of course. Scott explains things to the boys in the simplest way possible which is by comparing things to a flea and an acrobat, explaining how there are places an acrobat, which in this case is them, can only explore so much, meanwhile, a flea will be able to reach places they can't. The boys ask if there's a way the acrobat could reach the upside down, and he explains that it only would be possible by creating an insane amount of energy one bigger than humans can currently make which could open up a gate to reach the upside down.

"Science is neat, but not very forgiving" Scott adds as he finishes explaining things to the boys.

"You guys always have the weirdest questions you know," Y/n says chuckling as she looks at the three boys, she had this feeling that they were hiding something, that there was something going on with them, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

"We're just... very curious," Dustin tells her looking at the other two who nod at this comment.

"Well make sure that curiosity doesn't kill you," She says with a smile standing up, "I should probably start saying goodbye to everyone dad, I need to leave soon so I can get ready for work"

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?" He asks her.

"It's okay, I know you want to stay here longer talking with the boys and everyone else, and I have my skates anyway so it won't take me long to get home" She explains to him.

He sighs smiling at her knowing that he does, in fact, want to stay longer and that either way he won't be able to change her mind, "Be careful" he says.

"I will, love you dad, bye kids, you can call me at home if you need anything okay?"

"Okay"

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After working for five hours Y/n was finally able to say goodbye to her last customer, she turned on the radio and listened to 'Old Time Rock & Roll' while she cleaned the cafe, dancing along to the song and singing the lyrics as she organised everything and made sure it was nice and clean. When she finally finished she turned off the light and walked out of the cafe closing it and locking it, she put on her skates and started skating over to her house.

She was glad she didn't take today off work because it actually helped her get her mind off everything that had happened lately, the cafe has always been a comfort place of hers so it made her feel better.

Normally she didn't mind going home after work alone, Hawkins had always been a very safe place, and she always carried some bleach in a bottle in her bag just in case, but after Barb's disappearance, the thought of walking alone at night was not so fun. So she decided to skate as fast as she could so she could get home soon, unfortunately, Y/n had her sleeves rolled up and forgot the fact it was a cold night in November and the ground would be frozen, so when she tripped on an uneven step she didn't just stop herself like she usually did but instead fell forwards on the rocky ground scraping her arms.

"Fuck" she says pushing herself up and carefully standing again, she looks down at her arms to see that they're bleeding, great, "Why is blood so dramatic?" she asks herself rolling her sleeves down, not even trying to stop the blood knowing it will be a waste of time anyway.

She continues skating to her home, and slowly this feeling that she's being followed starts growing in her stomach, she turns around to look behind her but sees nothing, she shakes her head, telling herself that she's tired and anxious so it's just her mind making her paranoid, she continues skating but the feeling doesn't go, if anything it just gets worst, she keeps looking around hoping it will make her feel better but instead she sees a weird shadow inside the woods, a tall, dark figure with a strange head; she picks up her pace trying to go as fast as she can while being careful so that she won't fall again, she looks back at the woods to see the figure closer than it was before, she doesn't care if she falls again she starts skating as fast as she possibly can, her eyes not moving away from the tall shadow that was getting closer, scared that she might end up like Barbara, missing and possibly dead.

Meanwhile, Steve Harrington was driving his car down the road she was about to walk across, he had just dropped Tommy and Carol at their house after going to check on Nancy, and it hadn't gone well, he saw her with Jonathan and was convinced that she was cheating on him with Jonathan.

Y/n was freaking out so much she didn't realise when the car stopped right in front of her until she is stopped by the car crashing against the side door, she looks inside the car to see none other than Steve he looks at her confused noticing she had in fact just hit her head against his car, he rolled down his window as she looks back seeing the tall, shadow creature leaving the woods and making its way towards her.

"Hey Einstein, are you okay?" Steve asks checking on her.

Y/n doesn't even take a second to think, her survival instincts and panic took over her brain, and all she does is open the passenger's door getting inside the car.

"Go!" she shouts at him, his eyebrows knit together as he looks at her puzzled.

"What?"

"Steve just go! Go! Go!" she shouts at him.

Steve lets go of the brake pedal and push's down at the accelerator as he turns to the left and drives away as fast as possible, Y/n turns back as she watches the dark creature fade away into the dark disappearing from her view. Neither of them says anything during the drive, Y/n didn't even know where Steve was taking her until he parks in front of a house.

"What the hell just happened?" he asks turning to look at her confused and worried.

"Someone or something was following me, I was trying to get away from it and then I bumped into you and I didn't know what else to do, I got scared I was going to end up going missing or kidnapped or something like that, I'm sorry I didn't mean to get into your car like that" she explains apologising once she takes in the incredibly bizarre situation.

"It's okay, I mean we wouldn't want you to go missing" she nods at him, "Is your arm okay?" he asks, looking down at her arm worried, Y/n turns to look at him confused.

"What?"

"Your jacket has blood around your arm" he points out.

"Oh, it's nothing I just scraped my arms when I fell," she tells him rolling her sleeves up.

"That doesn't look like nothing" he adds.

"It's fine I'll just disinfect it when I get home"

"You could just disinfect it here, we have saline solution," he says turning off the car and looking at her.

"Won't your parents mind?" she asks him, not wanting to bother anyone.

"They're probably already asleep, they won't even notice I just got home, we can quickly disinfect your arms and then I can drive you home" he suggests to her.

"Oh no it's okay I don't want to keep you up for longer"

"It's fine really, I was probably going to stay awake for a while anyway," he says smiling at her as he opens the door and gets out of the car, walking towards the passenger's door.

"Thanks," Y/n says getting out of the car and closing the door, "Who knows what would've happened if I hadn't bumped into you"

"Well, I do owe you big time, this is one of the thirty I guess" he chuckles locking his car and walking to the front door.

"You still got a long way to go," she smiles at him.

"Yeah well let's hope the next one is me passing my chemistry test without your help," he tells her with a smile opening the door.

Y/n laughs at him as she walks inside, "Then you've got a lot of studying to do"

Thank you for reading! Any likes and reblogs are very appreciated!

[hewkii]

Demystifying Splatband Signatures

Recently I've seen people talking about Acht and Paul's signatures apparently being right next to each other on a Grandfest banner. I really want to believe it bc that's adorable, but after spending entirely too long digging for a source, making spreadsheets, and attempting to identify each signature for myself I've concluded that it's most likely not true :(

full ramble below. get ready for an autism blast

So to start. It's probably decently well known at this point that the signatures outside Hotlantis correspond to every artist that had battle music in Splatoon 1 and 2. However, if you tally up the number of band members (36) vs the apparent number of signatures (37), we wind up with one mystery signature.

After skimming the artbooks and Inkipedia I didn't find anything officially matching any signature to any specific characters (besides the idols), but online I found two fanmade charts attempting to do it themselves. One by @/inaRNP on Twitter in August 2022 (which is missing one signature, and assigns the mystery sig to Karen), and another that circulated on Discord before being reposted to Tumblr in November 2022. This second one seems to be where the idea that the mystery signature belongs to Dedf1sh comes from. It definitely seems more likely than it being Bob Dub or something.

HOWEVER. Acht's lore in Side Order heavily contradicts this theory. In all likelihood they were autopiloting around the Deepsea Metro from the end of OE right up until they got pulled into the Memverse, never coming anywhere close to Hotlantis. It is possible that it was intended to be theirs but plans changed, as technically SO's plot wasn't nailed down at Splatoon 3's launch, but to that I point to Haikara Walker. If they were intended to have escaped the Metro after OE, then they likely wouldn't have opened at the Low Water Party. (page 261 if you don't know what that is)

But with the signature's reappearance on the Grandfest banners, I think I've worked out exactly what happened here.

According to the charts, these are the signatures of Paul and Taichi. Both were noticeably redrawn for their appearance on the Team Past banner, and I think that's the key to solving this whole mystery. Redesigning Paul's makes sense; he was a kid when he did the first one and he's a teen now. Of course his handwriting would change. But why redesign Taichi's?

Or, what if what we thought was Taichi's signature was actually just part of Paul's the whole time?

That would bring the amount of Hotlantis signatures down to 36, meaning there was never an extra signature to begin with, and the mystery signature simply belongs to a member of Sashimori.

Of course, that still doesn't explain why it's so far away from the other Sashimori members. But then again, Paul's is also pretty far away. Maybe there just wasn't enough room to group them together like everyone else ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Plus, it's next to everyone else's on the Grandfest banner. Speaking of which...

Here's my guesses as to whose signatures are whose on the banners, including the new ones. forgive the microsoft paint

Things to note:

I can't actually tell how many new signatures are on the Team Present banner. I just circled all of them and called it Yoko & the Gold Bazookas, but there are only four Y&tGB members that aren't also in Ink Theory and there definitely seem to be more than four signatures there. we might have an actual mystery signature on our hands this time

Front Roe's sigs are different than the ones on Hotlantis, but I'm confident it's them because they all have 00X (as in 003Soss) worked into them.

dot--png pointed out in the comments that one of the signatures I guessed was Riot Act seems to have a doodle of a squid, so that might actually be Beika's

Team Past doesn't have any Splatoon 3 characters on it, which makes sense now that I think about it

i made a whole ass spreadsheet to help me figure this out and i feel like it would be a waste not to link it here

[xoxo-sarah]

Can't Sleep

↝a/n: haven't watched A Nightmare on Elm Street in a while.

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

↝ Warning: mention of A Nightmare on Elm Street (just watching the movie), not proof read, rushed

↝⎙ 10.3.23

"Pst!"

Steve laid on his back, wide awake. It was eerily quiet, absolutely no sound outside. Usually, there's a dog barking a block away or the wide blowing branches against one another. But not tonight.

Call him paranoid, but why was it this quiet on the night you decided to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street? Huh? And why did Freddy have a glove with knives on it?! Fucking weirdo. The whole movie had Steve on edge, although he didn't show it. Every time you would glance over at him, he'd try to straighten out his back, acting bored of the movie.

"Y/n!" He whisper-yelled. Honestly, he was too scared to look at you or turn. All he could do was stay on his back, staring into the darkness of the room. Now would be a great time to have a nightlight, no matter his age.

You slurred, moving a little, but not waking up.

Steve sighed, thinking how hard it would be just to leave you alone and try to go to sleep.... But he didn't want to.

A sudden voice had him nearly jumping out of his skin. "What are you still doing up?"

Even if he couldn't see in the dark room, he could only picture how you looked with how your voice sounded. You were obviously sleeping very well. He pictured the drool going down your chin and your glossed-over eyes. "Couldn't sleep."

You rolled over, cutting the lamp on. Turning around, you watched as he stayed on his back, stiff as a board. You saw how he had exhaled as there was finally some sort of light. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Clearly something."

He didn't respond, turning to face you. You didn't need him to say anything anyway. You saw right through him; he was scared.

Your lips formed a smile before you could help yourself.

"I'm not scared." The words tumbled out of his mouth before you could poke fun at him.

"Sure you're not."

He folded his hand under his pillow, acting like he was closing his eyes, before they popped back open, wider than before. "Maybe a little."

You cooed, opening your arms. "C'mere."

What was he supposed to do? Fall into your arms and let you console him as if he were a baby? Perhaps.

He shuffled forward, grumbling as he laid his head on your chest. The disapproving sounds stopped when your fingers carded through his hair.

You didn't find the movie that scary. Truthfully, you were barely paying attention, finding Steve's reactions more entertaining, even if he didn't know you saw him before he caught you.

You sighed, feeling your eyes droop, "Better?"

You were met with a snore.

Looking down, you smiled at the sight.

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•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [!I don't give permission!]

[echidnapower]

Trapped In This Machine

So I'm reposting all the fics that I nuked when I left Tumblr the first time. We'll start with this one, in celebration of the return of one of my favorite Sonic the Hedgehog content creators - the amazing @e-vay, whose art HERE inspired the story. Enjoy!

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I should've realized from the beginning that something was wrong. How could I have been so blind as to not realize that something was suspiciously out of the ordinary with him? Maybe it was the extra attention he was giving me, the sudden...willingness to give affection that caused me to maybe...I dunno, not care that he was acting out of the ordinary.

He'd become everything that I wanted him to be, he was caring, affectionate, even - dare I say - loving, and all out of nowhere too. I really should've questioned it more, I should've listened to the warnings all my friends kept giving me...if I had...then maybe we wouldn't all be fighting for our very lives right now.

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"So, Amy, how's about a trip to Twinkle Park? I think they renewed that cute couples get in free promotion," Sonic leaned down a bit to grin at the pink hedgehog walking next to him. "And I can't think of any couple that would qualify more than you and me, whaddya say?"

Amy Rose blushed and giggled bashfully, playfully nudging the blue hedgehog with her shoulder before smiling up at him. To say her dream had come true would've been an understatement. Just a few days ago, she'd been wishing that Sonic would just stop beating around the bush and admit he loved her the same way she loved him...and almost as if he'd read her mind, seconds later he was at her door, offering to get some lunch with her, just the two of them.

Since then, they'd barely spent any time apart, except for sleep and necessary hygiene practices. Amy was on cloud nine, the one thing she'd always wanted had finally been given to her. Sonic the Hedgehog was hers at last, and he'd been giving her all the love she could ever ask for. "Well if you insist," she giggled again. "We might as well see what's new."

"Hey, I have an idea," he smirked. "Let's invite the gang to join us, we'll make it a group date."

At this, Amy's eyes widened and she looked up at him in shock. "Sonic, are you sure? I mean, you told me to keep it quiet for a while, I don't want-"

"Chill Ames, no big deal." Sonic shrugged. "I had a little time to think about it, and I figure that if I'm gonna be with you, I might as well let everyone know. What better way than for us to make it official at Twinkle Park?"

"Oh Sonic!" Amy lunged forward and embraced the speedy hedgehog, and held in a squeal when Sonic reciprocated the gesture. "Thank you, thank you so much!" she pulled back and ran off, waving goodbye as she looked over her shoulder. "I'm gonna go tell everyone to meet us at Twinkle Park, I'll see you later Sonikku!"

"Seeya Ames! I can't wait for tonight!"

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"Have you got anything Tails?"

"I dunno," Tails pushed his computer chair back and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, other than his sudden affection for Amy, he's still been totally Sonic." the fox looked up at his guest. "Have you noticed anything else weird?"

"Can't say that I have," Knuckles the Echidna, Guardian of the Master Emerald and friendly rival to Sonic the Hedgehog, stood in Tails' workshop trying to unravel the mystery of Sonic's sudden emotional turnaround. "Maybe we're just paranoid?"

"It's possible..." Tails sighed and stood up from his chair. "I mean, I always knew that Sonic thought Amy was special in his own way, but for him to go from awkward to a regular Romeo-type all in the span of three days just sends up some red flags in my mind."

Knuckles shrugged. "Maybe he just finally manned up and admitted how he feels, like you need to do with Cream."

"Don't change the subject." Tails glared at the guardian, although his blush took away some of his intensity. "I dunno, I guess we should just keep watching, maybe Sonic really has changed." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Tails went over and opened it, revealing an absolutely giddy pink hedgehog. "Oh, hi Amy."

"Are you ready for what I have to tell you?" Then her peripheral vision registered a splotch of red, and she turned to get a better view. "Knuckles is here too! Perfect! That means one less trip I have to take!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the group trip we're taking to Twinkle Park tonight!"

Tails raised an eyebrow. "We are?"

"That's right!" Amy moved past Tails and did a little pirouette in the middle of the workshop. "I talked with Sonic and we agreed that we should get the whole gang together to have some fun, y'know, as friends!"

"This seems pretty sudden Amy, why now and not before?" Tails said as he scratched his chin in suspicion.

"Well duh," Amy replied with her hands on her hips. "Sonic wanted to wait for the cute couples get in free promotion to get started again! After all, why pay for tickets when we can just walk in hand-in-hand and have a fantastic time for free?! That's called sound economics."

"It sounds like bull-"

"Knuckles!" Tails quickly cut off the guardian before he could finish his thought, then he directed his attention back to Amy, who seemed none too impressed with their reactions if her expression was anything to go by. "Amy, don't you think that something's a little...off...with Sonic?"

"No, why would I?"

"Because he's suddenly all over you and can't stop staring at you when before he actively ran away from you." Knuckles blunt statement was responded to with an angry glare from the pink hedgehog. "You can glare all you want, you can't tell me you aren't even curious as to why Sonic's pretty much started letting his hormones do all of his thinking for him."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Sonic's finally just realized that he cares for me?" Amy stomped forward with her hammer suddenly in hand, causing the echidna to back away a few steps. "Or am I so ugly that Sonic would have to completely lose his mind to think that I'm anything more than a nuisance?"

"N-No one's calling you ugly or a nuisance Amy!" Tails gulped when she suddenly rounded on him. "All we're saying is that...it does seem a little bit sudden, you can at least admit that much can't you?"

Amy sighed and took a moment to regain her composure. "Ok, I know you wouldn't ask unless you were legitimately worried, I appreciate that Tails," her hammer disappeared. "But there's really nothing wrong with Sonic! I mean, come on, no one knows him better than I do, I'd be able to tell." she gently placed her hand on the fox boy's shoulder. "Now come on, we're all going to Twinkle Park tonight! If you want, I'll even call Vanilla for you so Cream can come with us."

"And what about me?"

Amy turned her head to look at Knuckles, who was crossing his arms with a scowl. "Well, if you wanna find Rouge and ask her to come, all you gotta do is leave the Master Emerald alone for a little longer." she smirked at the low growl the echidna gave. "You know it would work."

"That's what bothers me." Knuckles uncrossed his arms and walked past both Tails and Amy as he headed to the door. "What time are we meeting up?"

The pink hedgehog tapped her chin for a moment in thought. "I think five 'o'clock should give us enough time to go around the park, sound good to you?"

"Wouldn't matter what time you chose, I would've come anyway." Knuckles walked out and grabbed hold of the door before he stopped. "After hearing all this from you, I'm starting to think maybe I was wrong and there really is something wrong with Sonic." With that, the echidna slammed the door shut.

"Do me a favor and don't come!" Amy growled before she looked over at Tails. "And you? Are you still convinced that Sonic is suddenly a huge jerk and this is all some elaborate prank or something?"

Tails slowly shook his head. "I don't know what to think Amy..." he looked up at her. "Honestly, I'd like to believe this is all real and Sonic's finally starting to come around to how he really feels about you, I want you to be happy!"

"Then trust me on this!" she put both hands on his shoulders and looked the fox boy in the eyes. "I'm happier than I've ever been in my whole life, and it's all because of Sonic! I've learned to tell when he's just putting on a show, and this is all real! He really loves me!"

The young genius relinquished a smile. "Ok Amy, if you say so."

"Good." Amy nodded and smiled as well. "So, how's about I make that phone call? There's a cute little rabbit girl who I have a sneaking suspicion is starting to crush on you, and I bet she'd love to hang out with us tonight."

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As soon as the clock struck five, the entire gang got together and met at the entrance of Twinkle Park in Station Square. Amy had indeed convinced Vanilla to allow Cream to join them, and Knuckles had decided to come alone, although he seemed incredibly guarded. "Lighten up Knucklehead, we're here to have fun, and no one likes a grouch when there's a party goin' on."

Knuckles shrugged off the blue hedgehog's hand and growled lowly. "Let's just get in there."

Sonic just shrugged and went over to put his arm around Amy. "Suit yourself pal, hope you brought some money with ya, since ya don't get to take advantage of the cute couples get in free perk." He led the pink hedgehog over to the entrance and stood on the platform, and then he turned his attention to his friends. "Cute couple number two, come on down!"

Both Tails and Cream's cheeks turned pink, but they did walk in together as the platform went up, leaving Knuckles alone by himself until the platform returned. "I'm not a grouch." he grumbled.

Knuckles did have to pay to get in, but eventually they did meet back up and they soon started going around the park and partaking in all that it had to offer. Rollercoasters, thrill rides, a ride (or three) through the Tunnel of Love, and of course the never-ending variety of greasy fair food. Sonic had tried to get Knuckles to take a bite of the funnel cake he'd gotten for himself and Amy, but the echidna just glared at him in response. "Boy Knux, you're really makin' a case for jerk of the year, why'd ya even come if ya didn't wanna be here?"

"I have my reasons."

"Don't even pay any attention to him Sonikku," Amy said all too sweetly. "He's just jealous that he's all alone while we're all here on a double date."

"But Mr. Knuckles," Cream spoke up. "You could have gotten Miss Rouge to come with us right? Then you wouldn't have been so lonely!"

"That's got nothing to do with it!" Knuckles rounded on his younger companions and scowled viciously, his fists clenched in barely contained rage. "The only reason I'm here is to protect you three from getting hurt!"

Sonic scoffed. "Get hurt? From what? Eating too much junk food?"

"How 'bout from you wise guy?" Knuckles got up in the hedgehog's face, and Sonic's cocky grin immediately vanished. "I've been watching you all night, and at first I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but now I know for a fact that you're not yourself, if you're even Sonic at all."

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think I'm not the genuine article?"

"Because there's no way the real Sonic would ever be so openly affectionate, he doesn't have the guts!"

"Knuckles, go home!" Amy leaped up from her seat and gave the guardian a murderous glare. "I'd say I can't believe you would stoop so low, but then I remember it's you! Go back and protect your stupid rock, we do not require your services!" The pink hedgehog tugged on Sonic's arm and started leading him away. "Come on Sonic, let's go on the ferris wheel together, I've lost my appetite."

"Me too Ames."

The couple left in a huff, and Knuckles narrowed his eyes as he stared at the backs of the two retreating figures, and his eyes widened when he saw Sonic smirk at him over his shoulder. "Tails, we need to follow them."

"Knuckles, I-"

"Just do it!"

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Inside one of the ferris wheel gondolas, a blue and pink hedgehog were sitting alone, leaning against each other. The old machine had been empty until their arrival, but the old dog who ran it was more than happy to give the couple some free rides to collect their thoughts. "'T'is a great place to have a heart to heart." he'd said.

And that was what Amy was doing, as she poured out her heart to her new boyfriend. "I can't believe Knuckles would accuse you of faking all this...I mean, is it really so unbelievable? Am I really that terrible of a person that it's impossible to buy that you care for me?"

"Nah Ames, Knux is just paranoid, maybe he's just tryin' to overcompensate for all the times Dr. Robotnik tricked him."

The pink hedgehog raised an eyebrow at that and smirked. "Dr. Robotnik? No crazy quips or references to his looking like a giant walking egg?"

Sonic shrugged. "Why state the obvious?"

"I dunno," Amy also shrugged. "It's just that it's never stopped you before, kinda weird to actually hear his actual name again after all this time."

"Yeah well, that's not important anyway." Sonic turned and took Amy's hands in his. "What's important is us, and I gotta say Ames, these past few days have been the greatest days of my life...it's really too bad that it's gonna be all over soon."

"Well, what makes you say that?" Before Sonic could answer however, Tails appeared out of nowhere and slammed his feet into the back of Sonic's head before scooping Amy into his arms. "Tails, put me down! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Now Knuckles!"

Knuckles got a running start and reeled his fist back, and as soon as he was in range, he unloaded a vicious punch that obliterated the old metal keeping the ferris wheel standing, and it all came crashing down as sparks flew from the malfunctioning machinery, with Sonic crashing down along with all the debris.

"Sonic!" Amy turned and pulled out her hammer, her teeth gritted and her eyes brimming with tears. "You're both insane, do you have any idea what you just did?!" But suddenly from the smoldering flames that were now lighting up the night sky with yellows and oranges, a figure emerged from the wreckage, one whose silhouette was easily recognizable. "Sonikku! You're alive!"

But then the dust settled, and Amy's cries of joy turned into a fear-filled shriek as her eyes beheld a sight that she never would've dreamed of in her worst nightmares.

Instead of blood coming from the blue hedgehog's wounds...there was nothing but metal and wire. "I was really hoping it wouldn't have to be this way..." the creature's head lifted, and while one side of its revealed the unmistakably emerald green eye of Mobius' greatest hero, the other side showed nothing but darkness, and an angry red iris with a yellow pupil. "But thanks to Knuckles, now I have to do this the hard way."

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I was a fool, Knuckles was right all along. Sonic wasn't acting like himself because he wasn't himself. He'd been replaced by this...twisted perversion of him, made of nothing but iron and circuitry...but it was so real, a small part of me still couldn't let the thought that this was Sonic go.

But as I watched this incredibly realistic version of Metal Sonic engage in a fight to the death with the weakening Knuckles, I knew I couldn't let myself suspend my disbelief any longer. I had to help, somehow. Tails had already been knocked out, only seconds after he'd told Cream to fly away and get help. Given the circumstances though, I didn't think help would arrive in time. It was time to step up.

I grabbed my hammer and rushed forward with it held over my head, and I slammed it down on Metal Sonic's head, sending him to the ground for a moment so Knuckles could unleash an uppercut that sent him flying into the distance. "Knuckles, I am so sorry."

He gave me a grim smile in return, he was rubbing his fist and I could see the blood starting to leak through the fabric of his glove, as well as the blood coming from his chest and the side of his mouth from wounds shaped like claw marks. "I've dealt with worse." The next thing I knew I was on the ground as Knuckles shoved me out of the way, and then I heard a sickening thump, followed by a dull thud. When I turned around, I saw Knuckles on the ground, unconscious, with Metal Sonic standing over him with a frown.

"You stay away from me!" I raised my hammer in defense.

"I wish I could Ames."

My eyes widened and I felt my heart start to beat faster than it ever had before as a lump formed in my throat. Although the voice was synthetic, the way he'd spoken wasn't at all like something Metal Sonic would say...it was something that...Sonic would say. "Who are you? Are you Metal Sonic?"

The blue robot - or hedgehog, I was so confused I didn't know what to call it - took another step towards me, and I took a step back to keep the distance. "You'd think so wouldn't you?" he replied as he continued to approach. "But the truth is, I'm way better than any of those pathetic rip-offs, even before I became like this."

I felt my heart shatter, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "Sonic..." I choked.

"In the flesh, so to speak." Sonic stopped to gesture at himself. "Pretty impressive huh? Dr. Robotnik managed to perfect his roboticization technique, he found me a few days ago and used it on me first. Now I've got a new goal, and that's to take you guys out...first I had to get closer to you to gain your trust...although I gotta say, I'm not really likin' this next part."

"Then don't do it! Sonic, you don't have to listen to Eggman! If he managed to turn you into a robot and make you so convincing that even I couldn't tell the difference, then that means despite all that programming he gave you, the real you is still in there! Trapped in that machine!"

For a moment, Sonic seemed to slouch a bit. "I don't wanna kill you guys," But then he looked back up and glared at me. "But I have no choice, my mission is to destroy you guys, and I'm gonna do it!" He charged towards me at full speed, and I barely reacted fast enough to get my hammer up and stop him from running me through with his exposed razor-sharp claw. "Hold still Amy, just make it quick!"

"No!" I swung my hammer and knocked him back a few feet, and then I jumped back and put more distance between us. "I know you're in there Sonic, fight it! If a robot like Gamma could reject his programming, then I have no doubt you can! You're too strong to just let Eggman control you!"

"Shut up!" Sonic charged again, but this time he was much slower and his movements were sloppier, and I was able to sidestep his attack and let him run past me and into the tilt-a-whirl. "Why can't you make this easy?"

I found it in me to smile despite the circumstances. "You're fighting it, I can tell. Don't give up Sonic, I know you can beat him!" But then his robot eye seemed to glow brighter, and he sent a vicious glare that caused my blood to run cold. "Uh oh." Only a second later, I found myself being raised in the air by the throat, as a robotic claw squeezed my throat.

"Just...just stop fighting me, ok Ames? Don't make this harder than it has to be!"

His voice was desperate, and even with his robot hand around my throat, I could feel that his grip was wavering. I could still breathe. "No Sonic, I won't give up and I won't let you give up...I love you too much to do that."

I saw his eyes soften, even his robotic eye looked pitiful now, and he dropped me to the ground and grabbed his head, screaming at the top of his lungs. "This is so wrong! I'm not a killing machine! I'm not some messed up terminator! I am Sonic the Hedgehog!"

"That's right, you are." I raised my hammer over my head. "And now I'm gonna set you free." I jumped up and shouted a battle cry even with tears pouring out of my eyes, and my hammer came crashing down on Sonic's head, crushing his metal skull. After landing, I made my hammer disappear and watched as Sonic's robot eye faded away, signaling that he had been...killed? Destroyed? What even was he anymore? "I'm so sorry Sonic," I whispered to the unmoving form. "We'll get you fixed up and back to normal, I promise."

When I looked back up after wiping my eyes with my arm, I saw Knuckles and Tails limping over to me, their bodies bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the battle. "Are you ok Amy?" Tails asked me even as he held his arm.

"It was him...it was Sonic...Eggman turned him into this...thing."

Tails knelt down and examined Sonic's robot body, and he looked up at me with a small smile. "I can probably fix him, the roboticization process still shows signs of using the same basic principles, just much more refined..." Then he frowned. "But..."

"But what?" Knuckles asked.

"I can fix Sonic and even de-roboticize him after...but...I hate to think how he's going to be after it's all over..."

I frowned and looked down at the broken body of what used to be my one true love. Knuckles seemed confused as to what Tails meant, but I knew. Would Sonic ever be the same again? Even after Tails put him back together and turned him back into flesh and blood...Sonic was one with the wind, a free spirit who could never be caged in...now not only had he been caged in, but he'd been turned against the ones he loved, and he'd witnessed firsthand the damage he caused.

As strong as Sonic was, I knew he wasn't invincible. Even he had his breaking points, and I sincerely feared that this experience would be what drove Sonic past his. But I knew that if it did, I would make sure to be there for him every step of the way on his road to recovery. There was one thing I could tell about Sonic during the past three days, and that was he truly enjoyed being with me, even while he was roboticized. Maybe that was what kept him from giving in to the programming for so long.

It wouldn't be easy, that much I knew for sure. For Sonic, being controlled like this was probably the most traumatic event he could ever experience, and it would be a while before he turned back into his true self. But he would, I also knew that. His strength and determination would make sure he eventually comes to terms with it, and I would be there every step of the way. I vowed then and there to myself, that I would personally make sure he would never know what it was like to be trapped in this machine again.

[maryamf1d]

Directioner unity

Not being on tumblr felt like I've been away from all of the fun that the directioners would be having. Now the worst part about this comeback is that one of the prettiest souls, softest hearts among us has left us touching stars deep down in dark. We're hopeless and hurt. So many of us might've thought about how we could've changed it how we could've prevented it how we could've saved him. But...we couldn't we failed. He was alone thinking that everyone was hating on him no liam no one hated you bb boi. I've wrote many poems for Liam even before i had the news crawling in my brain. I've written many many poems for one direction too which at this point would get really sad if i shared.

Now, here we are, I'm awfully sorry for everyone who holds the ache of him not being here with us anymore in their heart. First of all his parents and his sisters. You can't even imagine the pain they've been going through they've seen him grow up. And then the boys louis, harry, niall, and zayn. For they had spent their slipping teenage years with liam all the memories might make them cry it's not easy. then of course the fans. All of them who had encounter with him and mourn on the fact that he'll never be able to do that again. And then those who never got the chance to meet them grieving about how they'll never be able to tell him how much he means to them. And then his girlfriend. I don't know why people act like she hasn't lost a gem of a boyfriend. Because she has lost something greater from her life. You guys what I'm tryna say is that what if you were in her place? You know what would happen to you so be nice.

For me of course I'm a fan I'm a directioner, and i obviously feel what all of you feel. I'm heartbroken and this excruciating pain won't let me sleep at night (and I'm sure all of you feel the same). It's worse knowing that i just lost my father a few days before Liam's...death (feels so surreal to write this sentence) and when i heard about this...well, i couldn't keep myself together and like all of you I'm still in state of shock.

And now all i ever wanna do is protect the others. Because we canNOT afford to lose any of our boys ok? So we'll let them know how much we support them along with liam. For which if you guys show directioner unity, repost this and share your poetry, mention me and I'll repost your poetry, and get this as far as possible, we wanna reach them, show them how we're standing by them.

Love,

Directioner maryam f.

[dtmsrpfcringe]

Hi, I hope u r ok since u have received a bunch of insults and threats, that’s totally frightening

But I gotta be honest with u: thinking ur opinion is better than others’, does not make you behaviour better than others’

In the end, u r still threatening them with doxxing, revealing private informations about them, commenting and reposting mean stuff to their posts etc etc. In many ways u r sometimes acting even worse than them

Again, it is not about whether ur opinion is better than theirs; it’s about whether ur behaviour is better than theirs. And while they r making their silly weird posts between them, not forcing their beliefs into anyone, u r stalking them all day while u r supposed to have 5 kids? It’s giving mean girl / immature millennial and it’s quite pitiful. I’m not saying ur supposed to watch your kids all day and not have any hobbies, but… if your main occupation, while not watching ur kids, is doing tumblr all day and reading complotists blogs to make fun of them… well maybe u need to do some self reflection, because from there you certainly not sending a better image than theirs lmao. Ur supposed to be recovering from giving birth, u seemingly had heavy complications, and ur first reflex when u escaped death was to go on Tumblr and read their blogs, answering anons about them? I’m not saying ur lying, I’m simply observing some concerning facts that do not paint a good portrait of urs. U keep commenting on their mental state, how they r psycho etc… but how r U better than them exactly 😭

Thank God I’m not a pro-shipper, pls lord send them help. I like to make fun of them but I will never bully them like u do, it seems to b the worst thing to do, it will only encourage them into believing it’s them and their Truth against the world. Whereas I’m an Anti I won’t follow your blog because I some ways you act exactly like them, if not even worse 🫡

i beg of you name a singular time where I have threatened to doxx anybody. Oh, you can't? Well wonder why. No seriously, name one. I've actually made a specific point to not do that. A few times.

Also I feel like some of you forget how time zones and other countries work. I post mostly at night or when my kids are at school. Also about recovering after birth, uh you try laying in bed all day except for the bathroom and baby feeding. Our other kids range from early childhood to teenagers and are in school, but during summer they usually have summer classes and sports, as well as learning other languages. Since this blog has started I've been on precautions and haven't been up and about.

Also none of their posts are "silly posts" accusing someone of abuse isn't a silly post, obsessively analyzing every image and every story for a clue that a stranger hates their partner and fucks their best friend isn't silly.

Piss off anon, and remove the stick from your ass.

[thedivinevera]

XANTHUS NSFW

ALPHABET

Xanthus x reader, Xanthus x fem!reader, Xanthus x afab!reader, vampire x reader, zsakuva! Character x reader

!NSFW ALPHABET!, Vampire x human, established relationship, p and v smut

Tw; NSFW, dirty, dirty, dirty, mention of toys, Nsfw alphabet, wrong spellings, bad writing (seriously)

Xanthus Nsfw alphabet, from a to z all of the sin and disturbingly detailed NSFW information using my bad writing and sleep deprived mind 🥹🥹, live, laugh, love Xanthus

A/n there is no Nsfw audio for Xanthus not like Luca, Andrew and kayson 😔😔✊, i've had like pending series for xanthus and planning to repost my works in Tumblr from my Wattpad which are all zsakuva characters

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

A 10/10 would fix a bath with you and would cook food or snacks, he's a vampire so even how many rounds you both had done he still has some energy to take care of you, while you had all of her body parts shaking from pleasure and guts rearrange

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Your neck and lips. Love to take blood on your neck and also love to take kisses. You can make him thirst home by your neck and give him life by your lips. For his, he loves his hand because they're handy ahahhah

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Wants his to be deep in your inside, as a vampire he doest have to worry about you getting pregnant because he's a vampire, he's dead. Dead cannot give birth to another life. If it's yours then he wants it in his mouth. Like your blood, he also loves your white fluids is just as delicious as your blood is

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Wants to have a little predator x prey roleplay, you know like he would hunt you as his little prey then you need to hide and he would catch you and would fuck you brainless while he takes blood from you also like to see you depends on him, would love to see you cry and asked him to make you cum. Xanthus secretly loves it when you're dependable to him it gives him power and reassurance

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Has enough, and probably already tries a decent amount of kink to pleasure you, most of them are just loveless sex nothing more or if there's feeling involved it's something he convinces himself is true, but being with you is everything. Sex with you is like the first sex he's been so passionate, so eager. He always had control over himself when it comes to intercourse but he can't control himself to you, to not just take you right there and here

F= Favorite position

Missionary, cowgirl, and spooning, so he can see your face and have good access to your neck, his favorite is missionary it's the default but to have the privilege to see your face while he fucking you and to also have good access to your neck is such a jackpot for him

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Very serious when he's trusting to you but once you both finish would catch some hideous jokes and dirty ones that you need to cover your face up, probably joke about how he would pay so much to feel you again and if you're a stripper he would definitely pay a lot just to fuck you. If you like to joke in bed you would get silenced after some deep hard thrust

H= Hair (grooming habits)

The carpet matches the drapes and also it's not shaved bald just long trims you can still see his pubes around the cock it's not that long it's short. He trims quite often, more when he knew that your sex drive is sex driving again

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Combination of romantic with roughness I cannot really see Xanthus calling you names mostly because he thinks sex as a very special thing and he cherishes you very well to even dare to call you that also there are some chance that Dontis is probably listening you both, and don't want to get teased again

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He didn't do it often, he has a full control to himself and i also doubt that this old man has a high sex drive after all this years and centuries but to be honest he can be easily aroused by you just because it's you

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

This old man is a vanilla with a high strength and stamina, loves to keep it romantic, just kisses and good ol basic ( a/n there's nothing wrong with vanilla sex it's enjoyable as a more flavored one) but he likes to tie you up also like possessive sex, when he get jealous he loves to fix it with sex unless it's a big thing but if it's just some little jealousy then yes. Mostly you're the one who try the kink since he already experienced it

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

In his bed or couch. Just like i said he likes to keep it romantic and everything so i doubt that he likes doing voyeurism

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Everything that you do that look very sexual or when you look innocent (reference to the "whiskey") gives him the urge of corruption

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Hurting you like i mean the legit hurt where you can see some bruises in your skin also don't like threesomes or even letting someone touch you aka voyeurism. He's possessive and he knew that Sharing you would make him act aggressive

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

By receiving, he wouldn't deny it, he likes it when you suck him under his desk and his eyes roll back because of pleasure and head and back laying down to the leather chair while you choke in him. By giving his the best, just like what i said he likes your cum as much as he loves your blood and kisses. Would overstimulate you with his tongue and its not helping that he's so great at it. 100% would turn into a hungry man when you remove your panty and sit on his face or if you don't like to sit on his face and choke him with you weight then to damn bad he would force you to grind and sit comfortably to his face and would have his eyes look at you with lust and no he don't care if he can't breathe anymore he's already dead remember?

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Fast and rough with a little romantic sometimes he also like a slow and romantic pace really depends on what mood are you in

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Love it sometimes, just sometimes. He loves it when you had a little quickie when he's busy in the gallery and cannot take care of your needs of course he cannot have any other creatures or anyone to satisfy you so he would do anything even making you cum in the private room on the gallery

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Would try if you want to try it, just doesn't like having a threesome, gangbang nor just a mention of anyone seeing your body but otherwise as long as you're comfortable then he's ready to cooperate

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

So fucking long, i swear you never saw him being exhausted or tired after many rounds like hell you're already passing out and he still has his pace (a fast and rough thrust). Don't try to be nice and give him the permission to use you as much as he can because while you already pass out many times and wake up with him still thrusting inside you, he still has his pace on the same as the pace from the start

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Ho ho ho. I doubt that he likes using toys a lot i love tot think that xanthus is a boomer and doesn't know how to use technology that's why he prefer writing in a notebook and he just said that he likes writing more than typing because he don't want you to laugh at him for not knowing technology but yeah he would just probably use a little vibrator (which is he loves the effect but hate to use) and a dildo because it's a lot more easier for him (no technology nor buttons needed) after all he just need to pump it down your hole

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Sometimes he would tease you but he actually prefers you use him as your personal toy or something like that. Ride him or do everything he's ok with it. Just like what i said he already experienced a lot of kink by himself so he wants you to be the one who explore more so yes he likes to suspense himself you know so you can have more time to try things before he fills you up

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Sometime quite but sometimes would pant and moan occasionally but otherwise he's not really as loud, He prefers listening to your voice than his

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Love it when you use him as a personal dildo he would just lay down to the bed while you bounce to him as much as your heart's content. Loves it when you get jealousy and try to please him by again bouncing on his cock and milking him while you had this coy smile, so innocent like you're not fucking your pussy down balls deep on his cock

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

( Holding a ruler) 5 and half inches with a circumference of 2 and half when it's hard. It has a pinkish brown hue his head/ tip is pinkish

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Probably lower than a normal he's already fucking old basically 500 years old ahahhah this grandpa already have his sex drive spend and turn to dust after all this years ahahaah

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

No, not really, you would but not him definitely he prefer to clean you while your sleeping so you don't feel uncomfortable also give you water or massage your muscles, he has a lot of energy despite all of this fucking and love making so it's not a surprise that he wouldn't sleep fast after you both are finished

Votes are appreciated

[theheartofone]

Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Forty

Read On: AO3 | Table of Contents | Next Chapter

Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

notes: sorry guys! had to repost this chap because tumblr was acting weirdly ;0

Chapter Forty: Sacrificial Lambs

"But how would he know who I am?" Law's voice is tense as he paces in front of me. His mind seems to be racing, each step heavy with a mixture of frustration and confusion.

"I don’t know, Law. I just don’t know," I reply, my tone more resigned than I’d like. My hands move swiftly, stuffing my work equipment back into a storage box. The others in the cave are equally busy, some finishing their packing while others prepare for the journey ahead. Zoro remains sitting on the floor beside me, our chain lying slack between us. His eyes are closed, his body still, as if he's taking a moment to rest amidst the chaos. “My old man wasn’t exactly upfront with me.”

Law stops pacing and leans against the wall, his sharp gaze fixed on me. "It doesn’t make sense," he mutters, almost to himself, "that he’s trying to reach out to me, in any case."

In the corner of my vision, I see a tan hand reach toward my back. With a tired sigh, I spin around and firmly slap away Luffy’s dumb attempt at trying to steal the curious longsword that now takes solace over my back, staring down at him like some sort of elder sister I’ve decided to fill the role for. He looks up at me like a deer caught in headlights, a pout sneaking his way through his mouth.

“Shouldn’t you be packing your bags?” I raise a brow. He grins at me and stretches his arms as if trying to make a point.

“Don’t have anything to pack!”

“Then help Franky out with something.”

Luffy makes a point to pause to think, scrunch his eyebrows hard and train his eyes on the ceiling. Then he looks back at me with a decided beam. “Nope!”

I’m going to rip my hair out. Now that he really thinks we’re siblings, Luffy’s decided to attach himself to my hip. To the other side of my hip, since Zoro’s already taken that lovely space up.

I let out a frustrated moan, my eyes piercing the box in front of me. I catch Law’s smirk, who’s clearly entertained and relishing in my irritation.

“If you still had your powers, there’d be smoke rising from your head right now,” he mentions.

“Am I supposed to thank you?”

Law shrugs. “Wouldn’t hurt.” With a swift push with his foot, he moves off the wall and begins to turn on his heel towards his half-mended Polar Tang, his own crew chaotically stuffing strewn bits and pieces from their camp back into their ship. “Make sure Franky attaches my ship to yours. From the looks of it, we’re still going to be your guests.”

“Tell him yourself,” I mutter to myself sourly as Law leaves. I crouch down to resume taping up my boxes of belongings with a resolute sigh, facing Zoro on the same level while doing so.

My fingers slowly stop their fumbling as I quietly take in this man’s face in. He remains as quiet as ever, his eyes closed, his free arm wedged beneath his armpit. I can’t ever tell whether he’s deep in sleep or he’s just resting his eyes, but I guess it doesn’t ever really matter; he’ll startle awake if there’s even the smell of danger lurking nearby. I can’t help but smile at his calm face, his mouth slightly parted, and think how adorable he looks when he's so calm.

Suddenly, I hear Luffy release a dramatic sigh from his lips - then, I feel a huge weight slam into my side as he presses his body against mine. I grunt out a little breath, shifting my weight to my other foot to examine his sad face, and I can't help but admit that it made me soften up a little.

“What's wrong, Luff?” I mutter softly, just in case Zoro is actually asleep. Luffy only pouts harder and wedges his head deeper into the crook of my shoulder.

“Do we have to go now?” Luffy whines, looking at me with pining puppy-dog eyes. “This place is so cool, and the dragons are even cooler, and I haven’t even tried their lava pool out yet.”

“Aragnus’ll be following us from above,” I try to console, looking at him with a little bit of a humoured smile. “He’s going to be—”

“NO WAY!” Luffy exclaims. “He’s gonna come with us?! Can he fly our ship on his back? Can I ride him? Can—”

“Luffy,” Zoro grumbles with his eyes still closed. “Shut up.”

But Luffy isn’t listening. He’s already running to Aragnus, who’s sat in a humongous pile of scales in the corner of the cave, trying his best to stay out of the way. In the corner of his vision, he watches Luffy sling himself towards him, and with a pissed off grunt, slides one black wing over his face to shield himself.

I turn around with a snort and mutter, “He’s gonna get incinerated one of these days.”

“He already has been,” Zoro responds.

With surprise, I look down to see Zoro fully awake, watching me with curiosity.

I smirk at him and prod my boot against his. “Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?”

He grunts in response. “Better than the time we had last night.”

“Glad to hear it,” I reply, my tone laced with sarcasm as I finish sealing up my last box. I give it a final shove, sliding it across the cave floor to the growing pile of supplies.

Zoro shifts slightly, his chains clinking faintly as he adjusts his position. "You’re too tense,” he mutters, cracking one eye open to look at me. “All this packing is making you anxious.”

“I’d like to see you do it,” I retort, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face. I shake my wrist that's connected to his, making the chains clack together. “Besides, someone has to make sure we’re ready to go. It's not like you can help much.”

He chuckles softly, the sound almost lost in the noise of everyone bustling about the cave. “Fair point. But, y’know, it’s okay to let someone else handle things. Even if that someone is Luffy.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, because letting Luffy handle things always ends up well.” I glance over to where Luffy is now trying to climb onto Aragnus’s back, the dragon still keeping its wing firmly over its face in an attempt to ignore him. I laugh out loud, admiring the view. “See what I mean?”

Zoro shrugs, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. “At least everyone else seems to be on task.”

I turn around, taking in the chaotic scene in the cavern. Franky and Usopp are in a heated debate over how to move a massive crate of engine parts, their voices rising above the clamour. Nearby, Nami stands over a map, furiously scribbling notes and barking orders at Brook and Chopper, who scramble to load a cart with supplies. Robin, calm and composed in the middle of the mayhem, uses her extra arms to neatly fold sails and pack crates, working with an effortless grace that contrasts sharply with the frenzy around her.

“Do you have any idea where we’re going?” Zoro’s voice echoes from behind me. I purse my lips and shake my head, not taking my eyes off the camp in front of me.

“I’m hoping this thing,” I say while patting the hilt of my sword behind me, “is gonna magically whip out some information.”

Zoro remains silent, but I can feel his eyes pinned on me from behind.

I glance over at him confusedly and catch his eye. "You’re not saying anything.”

“Hold on,” he whispers intently, his lips pursed. He looks serious – too serious, and whatever playfulness I had within me is dissipating the more I watch him tense up. He rises to his feet, pauses in his tracks and listens. And listens. And...

And he turns to me, his look intense. “Something isn’t right.”

“What?—"

A sudden rumble shakes the cave, causing dust and small rocks to tumble from the ceiling. Everyone freezes, their eyes darting around in alarm.

“What was that?” Chopper squeaks, his eyes wide with fear.

I watch Law in the distance frowning, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword as he looks at the direction of the sound.

As if in response, the ground beneath us begins to tremble, the vibrations growing stronger with each passing second. I stagger slightly, reaching out to steady myself against the wall.

“Earthquake?” Usopp calls out, his voice wavering.

“Not quite,” Robin murmurs, her eyes narrowing as she studies the trembling ground.

Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the cave, followed by a rasping gasp. I whip around to watch a black glob of liquid slither through every single crack within the cave.

The thick, inky substance seeps through the cracks in the walls and floor, moving with an unsettling, almost sentient fluidity. The air grows colder as the black liquid spreads, and as it slips across the floor, the affected rocky ground is sapped of any colour and life it could have had.

“What is that?” Nami’s voice is a mixture of fear and confusion as she takes a cautious step back.

I stare at the colour of this thing, the texture of its skin as it slightly bounces like deflated jelly, and my eyes narrow as I sense this odd familiarity that pierces my chest. That's when realisation hits me like a sucker punch to the face.

I step forwards, my mouth left hanging open. “That’s—”

"Stay back," Law commands, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. He steps forward, his sword drawn, his gaze locked onto the growing pool of ink. There's a look of steely determination on his face, his knuckles turning white as he grips harder and harder on Kikoku.

Everyone else is motionless in place, uncertainty and fear etched across their faces. Luffy now stands still, his eyes narrowed in a rare show of sobriety as he stares at the dark substance with a mix of curiosity and unease. Zoro moves beside me, his stance ready, his swords already unsheathed and gleaming in the dim light of the cave.

The rumbling grows louder, and Aragnus rises slowly, his enormous frame towering over everyone else in the cavern. His wings twitch from instinct, those two boundless planes of dark membranes stretching on both sides, casting long shadows across the cave walls.

And then, from within the centre of the darkness, it begins to rise.

The inky figure emerges slowly, its form taking shape from the void. A jelly of darkness, a silhouette of a body, bruised and glinting like a wet polluted membrane. The sight of it sends a sweat racing down my spine, my breath catching in my throat as my gaze is drawn to the eyes—those large, unblinking magenta eyeballs.

The eyeballs float, unmoored, in the places where eyes should be, staring out with an unnatural intensity. There's something profoundly wrong about those eyes, something that speaks of a deep, malevolent intelligence lurking within the creature's formless body.

"It's him," Law breathes, his voice taut with a mixture of rage and fear. "The one who took Penguin."

I know, I wanted to tell Law, if my throat would allow me. I know that figure all too well.

The figure moves with a fluid grace, the wet globules that compose its body swirling and shifting like a living translucent organ. The ground beneath us trembles with each of its steps, the cave's walls vibrating with the resonance of some unseen power. And then it stops, its eyeless gaze fixed on us, those eerie magenta orbs locking onto mine.

I feel a surge of anger rising within me, a fury that burns through the fear gripping my chest.

“Bring him back,” I whisper, trembling with rage, my fingers itching to reach for the hilt of my sword on my back. I take a step forward before Zoro can stop me, my face rising with the taste for retaliation. “Bring him back now.”

The creature’s magenta eyes blink wetly at me, piercing straight through my fury, through my deepest fears. The darkness around it seems to pulse, almost as if it’s responding to my demand. I grip my sword tightly, my knuckles turning white. I feel Zoro’s presence beside me, his intensity mirroring my own, but I can’t let myself be restrained by caution now. Not when Gramps is under this creature’s control.

Raya, Aragnus slowly whispers, a warning in his thoughts, but I indignantly push his voice away.

“Bring him back!” I bellow, louder this time, my voice echoing off the cave walls. The demand hangs in the air, but the creature remains still, its form rippling slightly as if it’s considering my words—or mocking them.

Suddenly, the figure breaks its silence with a raspy, wet laugh, echoing throughout the rocky foundation in malice.

“It’s you!” It rasps out, its voice choking with a sense of perverted want. “I have only ever wanted you, yet instead I now have an old vegetable, drained and spitting all over my walls.”

My chest tightens, anger flaring up like a wildfire threatening to consume me. “You little fucking shi—”

“Stop it,” Law snaps, his eyes narrowing on me, his hand thrown at my direction. He turns to the form, his jaw clenched tight. “What about my crew-mate? Where is he?”

The creature's wet, rasping laugh continues to fill the cave, echoing off the walls and reverberating in my chest. Its dark form shifts and contorts, a swirling mass of wetness that seems almost amused by Law’s demand.

“Trafalgar D. Law,” it rasps, spitting a glob of black ink onto the floor. The vile substance hisses as it hits the ground, and the creature shifts its gaze toward Luffy, its eyes narrowing with contempt. “Monkey D. Luffy. My two gleaming jewels. How is it that I am constantly fooled into capturing the sacrificial lambs instead of the true contenders?”

While Luffy bristles at the comment, I can see the realisation dawning on Law’s face as he processes the creature’s words, and the fury within my stomach begins to boil right upwards again.

“You’ve lost your edge, havent you?” I goad against my better judgement, taking another step, dragging an unwilling Zoro behind me. “If an old man and a poor crew-mate can outwit you at your own game, how powerful can you really be?”

Raya! Aragnus bellows within my mind, his voice thrumming with an edge to it. His eyes, unblinking, stare at me with a sense of fear that feels too unorthodox on his face. Remember your shackles. You cannot fight.

But it’s too late.

The creature’s magenta eyes flare with a sudden intensity, its form rippling violently as if my words have struck a nerve. The shadows around it writhe and twist, expanding outward in a furious storm of inky darkness that seems to consume the air itself. The low, rumbling growl deepens, growing louder and more threatening, reverberating through the cave like a thunderclap.

“You dare mock me?” the creature snarls, its voice dripping with venomous rage. The once smooth flow of its form now quivers with barely contained fury. Aragnus growls in his throat, his claws gripping and plunging into the floor with a terrifying intensity, but the creature does not pay attention to him. “You, a mere speck in the universe, dare question my power?”

The entire foundation of the room screams of danger just by its presence, the same danger pressing down on my chest like an invisible weight. I can feel the air vibrating with the creature’s anger, the darkness around it pulsing with malevolent force. Every instinct screams at me to back away, but I hold my ground, refusing to show weakness. I feel Zoro grab my wrist tightly until his knuckles go white, a silent plead to stop trying to pick an unbalanced fight, but I'm not in the right mind to listen. I firmly shrug his hand away.

In an instant, the creature lunges forward, a torrent of wet, pulsing liquid streaking through the air with a terrifying speed. Its form stretches, expanding into a monstrous claw-like shape, reaching out toward me with a deadly intent. The cave walls shudder with the force of its movement, dust and debris falling from above as the ground beneath us trembles.

“Raya!” Luffy, Aragnus and Zoro both shout at the same time, their voices sharp with urgency as Zoro yanks me backward, pulling me out of the path of the creature’s attack. The inky claw slashes through the air where I stood just moments before, its shadowy edges slicing clean through a stone pillar, causing it to crumble and crash to the ground.

I stumble but manage to regain my footing, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at the destruction the creature has wrought. My breath comes in ragged gasps, but I quickly steady myself, anger flaring even hotter within me.

I don't know who I am anymore. My anger has now taken over my body; the muscles in my face and my arms flex to the beat of brutality. I flash a maniacal grin, and I can feel my pupils grow, deform, disappear within my eyeballs. A glow of white reflects against my nose and cheeks, and I can tell my eyes are on surging with power.

“Fuck you,” I spit out; the only two words that I can even think of saying in this state.

The creature recoils, its form rippling with rage at my defiance. The shadows around it pulse violently, as if matching its furious heartbeat, and the magenta orbs narrow to thin slits. The air grows colder, and the cavern fills with a thick, oppressive darkness that seems to seep into my very bones. I can feel its malice tightening around me like a vice.

"You insolent wretch!" the creature roars, its voice distorted and filled with a guttural fury that echoes through the cave. Its inky form expands again, the darkness condensing into another claw, even larger and more menacing than before, stretching toward me with lethal intent.

I feel Zoro’s hand grip tighter around my arm, his muscles tensing in preparation to yank me out of the way again, but I pull free from his grasp yet again. I’m not backing down this time. Not when this thing is right here in front of me.

Instantly, both of my hands reach for my towering longsword, and it screams a piercing shink as I unsheathe its raw metal. Slowly, as if drinking in on my intoxication, the runes on my sword ignite, burning with a blinding white light. I can feel the energy surging through the blade, crackling like electricity, the heat radiating up through my arm.

The runes glow brighter and brighter, the power within them responding to me, my desperate need to fight back. The chains around my wrists feel like they’re burning, but I push the pain aside, focusing on the creature ahead of me.

“Penguin, Sukiyaki. Where are they? ” I scream, thunder blending into my words, gold seeping through my veins, black consuming my entire vision.

As the creature lunges toward me again, I charge forward, tugging on with Zoro’s weight, raising my sword high. The energy coursing through the blade is wild and untamed, the light so intense that it leaves streaks in my vision. I swing with all my might, aiming straight for the centre of the creature’s mass.

But just as I bring my sword down, I feel a sudden, jarring pull at my wrist. My legs buckle beneath me, and I stumble, my swing going wide. The electrifying glow around my sword flickers, then dims as I lose my balance. The weight of the chains around my wrists feels heavier than ever, dragging me down like lead weights.

"No!" I scream, trying to steady myself, but it’s too late. My momentum is gone, and I tumble forward, hitting the ground hard. The impact sends a shock of pain through my body, and the sword slips from my grasp, its light fading as it clatters across the floor.

The creature’s shadowy claw slashes through the air where I had been moments before, just missing me as I fall. Its furious scream fills the cave, a sound of pure frustration and anger. It retracts its claw, its form rippling and contorting as if struggling to contain its own rage.

I struggle to push myself up, the cold metal of the chains digging into my skin, sapping my strength with every passing second. I can feel the weight of Zoro’s presence beside me, his muscles tensed and ready, but I can’t let this creature win. Not after everything it’s taken from us.

"Stay the fuck down!" Zoro's voice is rough, but there’s a hint of urgency I rarely hear from him. He's pulling me back, trying to shield me with his own body, his swords raised in a defensive stance. The creature’s furious eyes lock onto us, its form rippling with anger as it prepares to strike again.

Law is on the move now, darting forward with his sword gleaming in the dim light of the cave, but the throbbing, visceral creature is too fast as it senses his charging presence. Its body, bulging and round, falls like liquid onto the floor, slithering all the way toward Law’s feet. Law is stupefied at its speed, stumbling backwards and as the bulging black mess shoots straight upwards, Bepo roars in panic and charges towards the forming black shape.

But as the liquid starts to slink and seep towards Bepo’s feet, through his pure white fur, Law screams with a sort of wildness that ravages his throat.

"ROOM!" Law shouts, his voice echoing through the cavern as a blue sphere expands from his outstretched hand, engulfing the creature within it. "SHAMBLES!" With a swift motion, he swaps the creature’s position with a boulder, buying them a momentary reprieve.

But the creature isn’t easily fooled. It reconstitutes itself quickly, the ink swirling around it like a living storm. The magenta eyes narrow again, focusing on Law with a vengeful glare. It lunges forward, but Luffy intercepts, his rubbery arm stretching out to land a solid punch across the creature's face.

“Gomu Gomu no Pistol,” Luffy yells, but as his hand interacts with the creature’s texture, there’s no hard impact. Instead, his fist is swallowed into the creature’s clotted form, and as it does, the creature begins to open its mouth wider. And it swallows. And swallow, and swallow. Its mouth is like quicksand, trying to pull Luffy deeper into its dark mass, and Luffy’s eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and irritation as he struggles against the force.

“Franky, get the ship going!” I hear Nami scream, her heels clattering against the floor as she dives on board, dragging Chopper along with her. “Fall back!”

“Aragnus, get them out.” Robin’s eyes pierce the dragon’s whilst she conjures up an amalgamation of limbs. With a tidal wave of hands, she pushes and pulls all the Hearts and Strawhats toward the Sunny.

Aragnus roars, a deep, guttural sound that reverberates through the cave, shaking the very walls. He sweeps one massive wing down, creating a gust of wind that pushes the creature back momentarily. It gives us the smallest window, but it’s enough for Luffy to yank his arm free, the dark substance reluctantly letting go with a sickening slurp.

“Wait!” I shout, glancing back at Law. “We need infor—”

“No time!” Law cuts me off sharply, his face set in determination as he holds the creature back with another ROOM, the blue sphere enveloping the creature again. “Get on board, now!”

Franky has already started up the Sunny’s engines, the hum of the machinery growing louder. “Let’s get moving!” he bellows, his hands flying over the controls. The rest of the crew scrambles on board, some still dragging boxes and supplies.

Aragnus steps forward, his enormous head turning toward Zoro and me. His eyes are sharp, filled with both urgency and resolve.

Get on my back, now! He commands, his voice thundering through every single nerve in my body.

Without a second thought, I scramble up his scaly side, Zoro right behind me. The moment we’re both secure, Aragnus leaps into the air, his powerful wings beating down and shoots straight up to the ceiling without any warning. The sudden movement jerks me back, but I hold on tight, my fingers digging into his scales.

The creature below roars in frustration, its shadowy form expanding once more as it tries to reach for us, but Aragnus is too quick. We soar higher, the cave growing smaller beneath us.

Law and Luffy manage to leap onto the ship’s deck as it starts moving away, its engines roaring. The rest of Law’s crew is already on board the Sunny, still in the midst of securely attaching the half-broken Polar Tang to its tail.

“Everyone, hold on!” Franky shouts, turning the wheel sharply to avoid a falling boulder. The ships veer away just in time, the boulder crashing into the water below with a massive splash.

“Chopper, make sure everyone’s accounted for!” Nami yells, her eyes scanning the deck frantically. The doctor in question begins slipping and sliding on her command, taking in every and any pirate on board our ship.

As we fly higher, I glance back down at the cave entrance. The creature is still there, its form distorting with rage. It slams its claw-like appendage against the cave walls in frustration, but it’s clear that it’s stuck.

Aragnus rises above the cliffs, the sky open and vast before us. I take a deep breath, the cool air filling my lungs, and let out a sigh of relief. We’ve escaped, at least for the moment.

“Hey,” Zoro mumbles in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. His fingers tentatively reach towards my waist, curling them over me as if to make sure I'm really there with him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I reply, though my voice is hoarse. I can still feel the cold bite of the chains around my wrists, a constant reminder of our earlier struggle. I turn around to look at his pale face, silently, frantically, examining him for injuries. “Yeah. Are you?”

He nods, his gaze shifting back to the creature below. “That thing isn’t gonna give up easily.”

Law, now standing on the deck of the Sunny, shouts up at us, his expression grim. “That thing is after us. It won’t stop until it has what it wants.”

“Then we’ll stop it,” I firmly say. I look at them all from below and to Zoro behind me. “We’ll all give it shit to reckon with.”

Zoro smirks and leans closer to my ear, his fingers squeezing my waist, a stray green curl tickling my skin. “You read my mind.”

Suddenly, I hear Chopper scream from below. His frantic hooves scratch against the deck in pure horror, yelling at anyone to pay attention to him.

“Chopper…” Zoro mumbles in bewilderment.

“Guys, please,” Chopper pants, sweat running stupidly fast through the wafts of his brown fur. “Something’s wrong. Bepo’s in trouble. It got him."

[nian-7]

Maybe a request, but you can ignore if you want (≧﹏ ≦) *Finally showing my face here bc I'm too shy, bless tumblr for having anon ask to use*

I barely see yandere Kuko Harai content, it would be too much if I request this? With a fem! S/O, but can be gn! S/O if you want (✿◕‿◕✿)

How would you imagine him being a yandere? I'm curious ;3;

i had to think about it a little bit but i really enjoyed writing this!! enjoy! keep the kuko req comin..

Kuko Harai x fem!reader

✧yandere headcanons

✧cw: manipulation, violence.. usual yandere tendencies

-Well, first thing that comes to mind is that he's a monk. Monks are supposed to be reliable and trustworthy! Kuko is... arguably neither sometimes. But he uses his status as a monk when you first meet just to manipulate you.

-He's not scared of fights that's for sure though. He has no problem getting into a fight over someone looking at you too much for his liking when you both are simply walking around.

-The guy who looked at you will be bloody and bruised by the time Kuko's done with him and honestly you can't help but feel bad for him. He acts as if he didn't just beat a guy up on the streets of Nagoya just because he looked at you for too long.

-Follows it up with some sermon about how he was able to do that. He's honestly just manipulating you into thinking he's the one who was in the right and that he's a good person because he's a monk. Monk's can't be bad, right?? (wrong..)

-He's not above killing someone, usually if it were to happen in a fight. He wouldn't go out of his way just to kill someone over something like looking at you or getting close to you. He'd rather give them a good beating so they know why he's doing it. If the guy ends up dying or passing out, that's not his fault.

-Kuko does draw the line at kidnapping though. He hates rules and having his freedom restricted. As much as he'd love to keep you all to himself where nobody else will even dare to look at you with their dirty eyes, he doesn't want to take away that freedom from you.

-He doesn't stalk you either, he has no shame in walking right beside you whenever he finds you out. He finds it unnecessary to do and sneakily follow you and risk you thinking he's a creep so he'll just walk up beside you and walk with you wherever you go.

-Oddly enough, he doesn't mind it if you have female friends. It's probably due to the fact that he wants you to still be happy even when he's not around to make you happy. Seeing how much your friends make you smile makes him happy to see your smile. So your female friends get a pass. Not your male friends. He sees them all as they're all just trying to get with you and take you away from him.

-Kind of the same thing with girls on the street. If a girl stares at you for a while, he just assumes that she likes your outfit or that she's admiring you. He won't just go start a fight with a random girl unless she starts it first with you.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[musette22]

Hi Minnie, hope you’re well. Saw your reblog about not reposting artwork, and it made me wonder what your thoughts are on something sort of similar.

Most people on here would probably agree that stealing someone’s fan art or fanfic is wrong. But there’s also something I’ve noticed in a smallish, maybe medium-sized fandom I’m in that has gotten some new fans recently. Maybe it happens in other fandoms too. Using Chris for an example—let’s say someone found a rare old interview with him in a print magazine that didn’t seem to be known in the fandom, so they scanned it and posted it. Most people would just reblog or like it. But someone else might nab it and post it on their own Tumblr blog or Twitter or Discord, etc.

Now, I think that’s not so bad if they at least credit and link to the original post. But most people don’t bother to do that, and are happy to accept the credit as if they were the one who found it. This happens fairly often in my fandom now (and it seems to be mostly the newbies doing it) and I’m not sure how to address it as I seem to be the only one who notices or cares.

It’s not quite as bad as stealing someone’s art, because they’re literally just sharing an interview or pic or whatever which they technically don’t own in any way. But I still feel like it’s slightly shady to do if it’s something rare, or maybe if there’s already a very similar “legacy” post that’s well-known in the fandom. What are your thoughts on it? Should we basically accept that as soon as we post something it’s free game for the internet, or try to have a bit more, IDK, Tumblr decorum, lol.

I know some of it’s down to excitement and eagerness to share things, and of course people don’t necessarily see every post even in a small fandom so they might not know that someone already posted something. But the frequency of it happening makes me think maybe they just want all the notes to themselves.

Have a great day ❤️

Hi darling! I'm doing well, thank you, I hope you are too! Thank you so much for your message, this is actually such an interesting question, and so eloquently put, too.

I definitely recognise what you're describing, it happens occasionally in the Stucky / Sebastian / Chris fandoms as well, and I basically feel the exact same way about it that you do. I agree it's not quite on the same level as stealing/reposting fanart or fanfic, and it also ranks below using gifs without credit and passing them off as your own, because all of these kinds of works take a great deal of effort and time to create, and are overall very personal in nature.

That isn't quite the case for photos or interviews that people dig up and post, but even that takes time and effort, and so in my opinion, the decent thing to do if you want to share that sort of content to another platform would be to ask permission first, or at the very least to give credit to whomever posted it first (although it is of course hard to determine to whom the credit is really owed in this case, because you could argue the credit belongs to the original photographers/authors only, but of course that is often arguable too when they've been released publicly etc., but hey, how hard is it really to be like "I found this here, thank you to this person to bringing it to my attention!" or something to that effect?)

So yeah, basically I think there can't be any hard rules for this sort of reposting, but I do absolutely think that ideally, everyone should always try to be decent about it, and not just repost stuff they've just seen someone else post and act like it was their own discovery, especially if it's something rare. There are definitely folks around who do this often and shamelessly, ostensibly for the notes and clout. It's not a crime, but it is kinda lame imo, and just bad fandom etiquette.

I hope that answers your question and that you're having a wonderful day yourself! ❤️

[somescenecatholic]

ALL TUMBLR PPL PLEASE REPOST THIS ANYWHERE U CAN! THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE PROTESTS ABT THIS BC IT'S PRIDE! This can't go on for any longer. TW: p0l1c3, h0m0ph0b14, tr4nsph0b14

Qween Jean, a Black and Trans community leader was arrested at a PEACEFUL march for Trans Liberation on May 31st, 2023. AS SOON AS THEY GOT THERE there was lots of police and they arrested Qween Jean. I'm not sure if she's out yet as I can't find info on tht. On instagram it says to bail support at 7th precinct 191/2 Pitt St, New York, NY, 10002

This can't keep happening, there needs to be nationwide peaceful protests abt this!! Demonstrations need to be everywhere!!!! IT HAS BEEN 53 YEARS SINCE THE FIRST PRIDE PROTEST! I say protest bc PRIDE STARTED AS A PROTEST! It can ONLY be a parade when we truly get our rights. We can't celebrate until we see our victory. Like, our victory is in the bag bc good ALWAYS wins but we need to take ACTION!

ALSO, ANOTHER THING! NOTE HOW WHEN THE NYPD GOT KICKED OUTTA PRIDE, THEY STARTED ARRESTING AND STUFF! If they actually cared they would let this go on. They would actually do smth and hold their own protests for police brutality and etc to stop. Ik there are good police out there who are actually helping out the communities but lets be honest, the system is screwed up. There is far too much corruption. You KNOW it's bad when even little kids are scared of the police! No, not bc they may look intimidating. But because they are literally scared for their life. Same thing with guns. I was walking home from the bus stop when I was in like 6th or 7th (i forgot) and I thought I saw a gun in someone's car tht was parked in front of me and I was scared to the bone. Thankfully it wasn't a gun, it was smth else.

Anyways I'm getting kinda off topic. But yk what I mean right? (if u got any questions, do ask, my dm's and comments are always open! ^w^)

I'm just so sick tht the stuff tht should be in HISTORY BOOKS is happening right in front of my eyes. Like there have been sm protests and stuff against this for FAR, FAR longer than I have been alive!!! (Ik im only 16 but still this is a srs outrage)

It srsly sucks that this is the world I gotta grow up in.

SO THAT'S WHY WE GOTTA CHANGE IT!

Any action u do can help the world change fod the better. Never miss an opportunity to do good! (big or "small")

SOOO! If u can, go to a local protest! Try to put ur community first, yk? Also, reblog this post and spread awareness about these kinda issues. I'd love to go to a protest buttt I do not have supportive parents and I don't have a car. ALSO, remember tht every act of kindness counts. And dont just keep it to ur friends. Support good local businesses, give compliments to everyone u meet, cheer ppl up, listen to others, donate to GOOD, TRUSTWORTHY charities, do NOT give canned food to food banks bc they need actual food, so give them money, and give homeless ppl money too yk? Ppl are like "WHAT IF THEY SPEND IT ON DRUGS AND STUFF?" Well ofc yea tht's a possibility but who says they won't spend it on what they need? Yk? Basically be a good person, support queer ppl and poc ppl, etc. The world needs sm more kindness. People say "HAH friendship, love, and kindness is such a simple concept tht's not needed". The fact tht it's simple says everything. If we had more of tht, all these issues would cease to exist.

Also, another thing:

PROTEST SAFETY RULES!!

Take water and stay hydrated! If someone doesn't have water and u have some to spare, waterfall it.

Keep face masks and switch your phone to airplane mode. This is a surveillance country. They know how to find you. And if u take pics, make sure tht ur location is extremely hard to pinpoint.

If a police officer arrests u, know ur miranda rights and STAY SILENT AND BE CALM! They will use what they can to take it against u. You have to think a stairway ahead of them. They can't say anything if u don't say anything! And justice will be served so dw, God's with you. Also, yes u can say ur manners like thank you and excuse me.

Again, please repost this everywhere u can.

Remember,God loves u ALL, no ifs ands or buts. ACAB and love is love. Trans rights are HUMAN RIGHTS!!!!!

You matter and the right to speak and protest is a human right. This is our world and we have the power to change it!

(also please tell me if I got anything wrong in this post)

[yukidragon]

Hiya Dearie~! Congrats on 900 followers again btw!

Anyways I have this one headcanon of Joseph that I haven't noticeanyone else bring up.

Joseph having physical scars.

Now if this is too serious then you can skip this!

But back to it, Joseph ran away while in high school, he carried a knife and all that, now he's big and strong, there's no way he hasn't gotten into anything physical before. Making me think he has actual scars from said hardships, maybe even some from his home life before he left?

I just this the man would have physical and visible scars, mabe he kinda hides them or something? But ya, that's my personal headcanon...

What are your thoughts my dear?

Awww, thank you so much! You're so sweet! 💖

Don't worry about scars being too serious of a topic. I've dipped my toes into this sort of headcanon before. My MC Alice has one as well, with her Mafia AU counterpart having several.

While we haven't seen any scarring on Jack's naked body even on the teasers posted on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon, that doesn't necessarily mean that Joseph didn't have any scarring. After all, we don't see his tattoos when he's Jack, and he certainly had them as Joseph.

Aside from old sprites shown in the beta version of the demo, the only times we have seen Joseph out of makeup are in this tinted photo, and in teasers where he's dead and probably rotting. While the sprites from the beta show no signs of scarring, the game is still in development and we haven't seen what Joseph's new sprite looks like unclothed.

Obviously we see damage to his body where he's a ghost(?), but we see those same exposed parts in the photo of him out of makeup without any such damage. That isn't to say that there aren't any scars that he's able to hide underneath his clothes.

Now, the fact that Joseph carried a knife around with him does hint that he was prepared to fight, if nothing else. In a picture that Sauce drew and posted publicly on their old twitter, a (presumably) teenage Joseph was shown covered in scrapes and bandages.

While this is technically not canon unless it appears on the Sunny Day Jack twitter, tumblr, or another official game page it would make sense given we have hints that he was a troublemaker.

Credit for the art, as always, goes to the awesome Sauce. Remember, don't share and repost the privately posted content from the Snaccpop Studios Patreon. Let's support the team where we can.

Now... when it comes to Joseph's home life, the only solid hint we have is what the psyche consultant assessed about him. Assuming the consultant was correct, his parents might have said they loved him, but didn't mean it, even early in his life. I suspect that he was neglected, ignored and forgotten, which was why I think he acted up and turned into a punk. Even bad attention is still attention, you know?

That isn't to say that there couldn't have been some abuse going on in his house when he was growing up. It's entirely possible that he learned bad habits from his parents/guardians, which included lashing out at others weaker than them.

Then there was the period of time when Joseph was homeless. The sad truth is that people who have to live life on the streets are constantly in danger. Even if he escaped his hometown unscarred, that doesn't mean he couldn't have been scarred literally and metaphorically while he was struggling to survive on his own.

As for my own personal headcanon on the subject, I can't say that I have any strong inclination either way.

Typically when I add scars to a character, I like to attach a significant moment or change in their life that has affected them permanently. For example, Alice got her scar when Ian cheated on her, and in the Mafia AU her scars were from when she was trafficked.

If I were to give Joseph a scar in any of my writing/headcanons, it would be because I thought of an interesting incident to go with it that I wanted to write and/or mention.

As it is, I'm more inclined not to give Joseph scars, at least none significant enough to make mention of. From a narrative stance, the tattoos serve as scars, which, well, tattoos kind of are already. They are permanent markings made to his skin with a needle. They're scars that say a lot about him, ones he chose to have and regrets now.

Then of course there's the damage his body has taken due to his death, which is reflected in his putrefaction and blood. This state of decay draws far more attention than any scar would, and is a direct reflection of the trauma he faced from his death. So in this case, the zombie-like state would be another type of scarring Joseph suffers from.

These are pretty significant parts of his character. As a writer, I'm concerned that adding more scars might muddle the significance of how the tattoos and the rotting damage/alter his body and affect his mental state.

That isn't to discourage anyone from headcanoning Joseph with scars that he hides under his clothes. Hell, I might come up with an idea later on down the line that enamors me. At the moment though, I would rather keep focus on the mistakes of Joseph's past and his death that have left such a deep scar on him that he chooses to be someone else entirely in the present.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur 

[fighterbound]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: jana

PRONOUNS : she/her but they/them is okay with me.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord is your best friend bc i don't access tumblr unless im at my pc ( some days i don't got energy for that). discord i got on my phone. i will say i am nervous when it comes to talking to others, so sometimes i either talk too much, talk too little, or take a while to reply back bc im thinking about what to say. know it's not you, it's me. i am an awkward turtle and totally not charming like naruto.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : this is a multimuse blog so there's several on here. mainly deal with nar.uto and b.nha beyond those two uhhh i have fe3h / diamond no ace / ff7r ( im getting to into it!)

BEST EXPERIENCE : seeing the results of continued interaction and plotting toward dynamics. feeling the general shift of my muses toward other muses and being like hey let's go bug them because they enjoy the company of that specific muse/blog. hitting that stride with someone else, where you both are on the same wavelength regarding your muses. sometimes it happens quickly, other times over the span of months and years of following one another. it's such a sweet moment seeing all the hard work of writing / plotting / interaction with someone and watching your muses growing together or reaching that sweet plot point you've been building up to. c:

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : lack of matching energy. if i plot with you and don't get anything back, that's one of the biggest dealbreakers. i will pull the weight for my muse(s) but i am not doing it for you. i like to think im pretty flexible in terms of letting it a slide in the beginning bc we're still figuring each other out and acting like awkward turtles but if i continue to feel that lack of energy then we're going our separate ways. i only have so many spoons to spend on here and i wanna make sure i enjoy them. also it frustrates me a lot when im asking questions, trying to get things going and just getting one word answers. i start thinking it's me and im doing something wrong. that never leads anywhere nice for mental health so, yep.

also lack of interaction. i have it in my rules if we don't interact generally within the first month then i will unfollow. again i let this slide sometimes bc life gets busy and we got all life to deal with. with that said, i generally try to reach out either by sending a DM or ask.

MUSE PREFERENCES: honestly i enjoy the softie characters and watching them grow into themselves and finding themselves. but uh i really only have one softie. the rest of them are assholes and sunshine assholes. so maybe my preference is assholes. idk. they just gotta call to me and i gotta feel for their story. yanno? or like their ship LOL

PLOTS OR MEMES : i generally prefer plotting, but not lot of it. i like to a get a general gist of direction then leaving everything else open-ended. bc really the muses sometimes don't follow the plan and i fully support following them into whatever problem their track wreck self is heading toward. i like memes, but sometimes i don't. and that's all me bc i want all the interactions to have some kind purpose, to keep building and developing our muses. but i know that's unreasonable expectation to have. plus memes are totally are great for exploring potential ideas, working out of the norm, and feeling each other out! so yess they're good but also sometimes i feel they don't go anywhere and im like did i waste time writing that? the answer is no, bc it's practice, it's a chance to explore. but can't help the way you feel at times.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : generally short replies, i like the quickness to them. however i do enjoy long ones when they start to dig into the muse and pick apart their thoughts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : who knows. generally it's the weekend bc that's when i don't work. also when im reading. if i go time without reading a book of fanfic then my writing insp is going to suffer. sometimes i can pull out replies during the week but that is raaaare.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : little bit. the introverts you find on here are. the ambitious ones. the people pleasing ones. the ones struggling to find their place in the world and voice. little bits and pieces.

tagged: @fightaers & @dynmghts ( thank you for tagging me!) tagging: @vsagis / @sunsweets / @kiigan / @hatredcurse / @raisedcold / @soulsballad / @yookimi

[thrudgelmir2333]

Response to a Reddit Post: Is the fanfiction portion of the fandom dying?

I'm currently working on a series of Tumblr posts about my characters, starting with my main, but I realised I had more work on my hands than I thought, so I kind of put that project on pause.

In the meantime, in the interest of keeping my Tumblr account active, I've decided to start sharing some Reddit responses I make to certain topics, since many times they tend to be as big as blog posts in their own right. I'm not gonna go back and repost here everything I've ever written on Reddit, I'm just gonna repost stuff I do from now on cause it's a shame to let all that typing go to waste.

Starting with my response to this Reddit Post:

https://www.reddit.com/r/SaintSeiya/comments/13dbofy/is_the_fanfiction_portion_of_the_fandom_dying/ ------------------------------ I can't speak for other fanfiction sites, since I've only as of last Summer been posting outside FF.net, but I would say that while the fanfiction portion of the fandom is not dying, it is definitely going through a bit of a drought. There's just not much to write about right now.

I think that in order to have the kind of thriving fanfiction you're probably picturing with this question, you need a number of things:

-Creative Appeal: the premise (in this case Saint Seiya) needs to be experiencing a surge of widespread media fascination. This doesn't mean commercial success, it means people need to see something in the premise that stimulates their creative interest and that they can easily get other people to care about their writing of it by just appealing to the common interest in the premise;

-Demographic Appeal: fanfiction writing is something that, unfortunately, is still very demographically driven, being considered a hobby of teenagers, minorities and adult women for the most part (in other words, people whose viewpoint is usually absent or misrepresented in mainstream media, encouraging them to seek alternative or amateur storytelling).

-Sexual Emotion Appeal: Fanfiction is also a space for experimental and restricted forms of writing to bloom. People get attached to a property or franchise, notice that it has romantic tension that goes unfulfilled, and write about it to make it happen;

-Experimental Storytelling Appeal: A franchise good for fanfiction writing is one that makes itself open to different types of storytelling. The MCU is great for this because it has made clear to its fans that it has no qualms in mixing Hulk stories with Dr. Strange, time travel and parallel universes.

So in a lot of ways you could say fanfiction-fertile environments are environments with a lot of 'untapped potential', at least from the perspective of the fans.

When you look at the landscape of Saint Seiya, you'll see the last big surge of fanfiction was in the late 2000s and early 2010s, when Lost Canvas was coming out. Whether you like Lost Canvas or not, it is undeniably an ideal manga to spur fanfic sentiment in Saint Seiya, with its cast of well-drawn characters, heavy enphasis on the emotional aspect of the fighting (rather than action) and even its (spoiler alert) reveal at the end that the whole story is largely a timeline construct by the character Mephistopheles Youma, indicating that this universe is open to things like alternate timelines and viewpoints.

This fertility is further enphasized by the fact that a lot of the LC Gold Saints are... kind of selfish assholes. Many of them pop up late in the story when they could have been helping from the beginning, many of them seem to have people in their lives they value more than their duty and many act outright more interested in the battling in and of itself rather than the grander purpose of the Holy War. Sasha is almost a circunstancial element in their lives and that's kind of what makes them more human and liable to have stories written about them.

But classic Saint Seiya is a rather straightforward story, especially after Sanctuary. The characters' drives are very strongly centered around the main conflict and they very rarely allow themselves self-interested moments. We are so starved of characterisation on the Gold Saints that to this day people still ship Mu and Aldebaran together because they had ONE conversation early in Sanctuary Arc about what they thought of Pope Arles.

This all ironically in SPITE of ND, which has a rather colorful bunch of Gold Saints and even time travel, because the very rigidness of the SS format and Kurumada's slow storytelling pace are discouraging any sense that there are real character consequences for what happens each chapter. I mean, how many people have absorbed into themselves that Shiryu is now more or less officially rid of his Shoryuha's heart weakness after his most recent power up in ND?

The big exception is Shun; Shun has a lot of fanfiction written about him, or written with him, or written about characters interested in him (like Ikki or the Specters). You would think that, in the typical fanfiction manner, it's because of his mixed gender role in the series, but I would disagree, because another big fanfic appeal in SS is Hyoga, of all people.

I think Shun and Hyoga appeal to fanfiction writing because of all the characters, these two seem to act like they have a wisdom separate of the main conflict going on in the story. Shun is always the one reminding everyone else that they shouldn't be violent just because they're fighting a war, and Hyoga is always the one talking about having loved ones beyond the Bronze Saints (namely his teachers and his mother) as a consistent part of his characterisation (and not a pretend motivation like Seiya with Seika). Shun is also the one among the Bronzes to have been made a vessel of an enemy God, Hades of all people, which contributes to the sense he has somewhere to go to other than being another Power Ranger in Seiya's team.

There is a direct relationship between characters with selfish dimensions to them and fans wanting to write fanfiction about them.

So if we have Lost Canvas, Shun and Hyoga, why the drought?

As we move further in time away from stories like Lost Canvas, naturally it's relevance diminishes. New generations of Saint Seiya fans are not going to know who the hell Kardia is and they won't care. Instead, they have stories like Omega (which was experimental with Saint Seiya, if anything) and Saintia Sho (an all female story).

While Saintia Sho is great, the problem, fanfiction-wise, is that Chimaki is very upfront about her characters' interests. There's no need for Sho fanfiction of her pairing up with Kyoko because Chimaki does it herself in her own manga, so if you're interested in Sho, you almost could say you are too satisfied. It's potential is already tapped. Sho kind of destroys its own fanfiction potential by embracing its sexual tension. We've basically stopped short of having Shoko and Kyoko kiss in the series.

And Saint Seiya fans are not gonna write Omega stories because it tried to appeal to its most anti-fanfic demographic, male shounen fans, who made it into a hate-meme. So it's a mute point.

This leaves Dark Wing (which is basically a Isekai fanfiction of its own right) and Episode G.

Episode G just sucks for inspiring fanfiction. It's ugly, it has bad photography, it has the emotional tension of a teenage graffiti on the principal's hall and it has pretty dull Holy Wars that exist pretty much as excuses to draw Gold Saints looking mean and shooting shiny beams at weirdos in black armor. I challenge anyone to think of an interesting fanfiction to write about it. You can't. And no one has. In my 13 years of following the fanfic communities, of all the SS spin offs, Episode G has barely, if ever, had stories written about it by fans, much less popular ones. The closest to it has been Jenny DeVic's More than Gold and even she expressed disappointed on Episode G's handling of the Evil Pope Aiolos plot.

This not to mention that the people who DO like Episode G for its stories are the type that will more likely express it by going on Versus Forums and argue with strangers about math, rather than talk about why it's characters resonate with them. Which is rather revealing, if you ask me.

As for Dark Wing, I don't think there's anything particularly wrong with it, but in general people don't like writing fanfiction about other people's fanfiction. I also think the fandom's understanding of that manga is the least developed and the story is kind of flying under everyone's radars, so people feel both a lack of supply and demand for stories set in it.

So there's really not a whole lot of reason to get into SS fanfic writing as of 2023 because, well, frankly, it's not that easy as just opening up Microsoft Word or Google Docs and type about how pretty your favorite Silver Saint looks. You need a story to tell, and reactions to look forward to, so unless conditions for high interaction between writers and readers are met, it's not gonna be worth it.

As for classic Saint Seiya, most fanfictions, especially the ones that keep going, have either been SS rewrites or attempts to continue unto the Heaven Arc. This reflects the main demographic of fans feeling unsatisfied with Saint Seiya, in other words its "untapped potential". Rather than being character oriented, the fanfic appeal seems to be plot oriented.

Which is just fucking sad cause no one wants to read someone other than Kurumada finish HIS story. :| Especially when he's still alive and trying to do it.

So are there fewer fanfictions? Well, to reiterate, yes and no. If you pull up official numbers, it's probably the same as always, like people are saying here.

There IS, however, definitely less gems and definitely less interest from the fans in reading them, which creates a feedback loop that makes the landscape feel abandoned or biased against. The only thing that can really fix this is either a change in attitude about what we should expect of amateur fan writing OR another Lost Canvas type manga. And this is both Saint Seiya's responsibility and our own.