#one piece 908

[jake-is-screaming-in-tune]

[mugiwara-lucy]

I STILL believe Imu is Rocks D Xebec 😅

[hauntingblue]

😁TORAO IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!😁

😐Mugiwara-ya😐

[algumaideia]

Kuma was a king????

Wow poor guy

Sabo :) don't die pretty please

There is a king

I was thinking it was too weird to have five guys ruling everything together because there is always a mess on those types of stuff

[cristoeternamente]

[inkedinshadows]

Red or Black

Pairing: Azriel × Cassian's sister!Reader

Summary: Cassian insists on helping his sister out when she needs to choose an outfit for a date.

Warnings: brief allusions to sex

Word count: 908

A/N: I was watching Friends, so of course this silly little blurb happened. If you're a fan of the show, you probably already know where this is going 👀

You had a date with Azriel tonight, and you didn't know what to wear.

You two had been going out together for a few months now, and you were both smitten with each other. You were sure things would become more serious very soon. But for now, your time together consisted mainly of dates that usually resulted in spending the night with him. You would mostly cuddle until you fell asleep, but a few times, cuddles had led to discarded clothes, heavy sighs and pleasure like you had never felt before.

You wanted tonight to be one of those times, and you wanted to look alluring and sexy. You wanted to feel alluring and sexy.

But you couldn't decide which lacy slip to wear under your dress to surprise Azriel when he'd take it off, so you picked up both options and walked out of your room to ask the most fashionable person you knew for advice.

Mor was lounging on a couch in the living room and you smiled at your friend.

“I really need your opinion about something,” you said as a way of greeting.

She sat up straighter, her brows raising, but when you stepped through the doorway, you noticed your brother sprawled over the armchair. You quickly hid the slips behind your back.

“Hi, Cass.” You gave him an awkward smile. “I didn't know you were already home.”

He shrugged. “I came back earlier and I thought I'd wait for Rhys here.”

“Yeah, yeah, always talking about yourself, Cassian,” Mor chimed in, waving a hand in the air to dismiss him. She turned to you with a smile. “What do you need my opinion on?”

You glanced at your brother. He was looking at you expectantly, no idea of what you were struggling with.

You backed away a step. “Maybe you could come into my room and we can talk?”

She nodded, already rising from her seat, but Cassian leaned forward in his chair. “Oh, come on, Y/N. I'm your brother. You don't want my opinion?”

You clutched the undergarments behind your back with one hand while grabbing Mor's wrist with the other to drag her out of the room.

“Not really, no,” you replied quickly. “But thanks, Cass.”

“Y/N, you're my little sister. What can you possibly need that I can't help you with?”

Mor was snickering now, probably having seen what you were trying to hide by her new position at your side. You felt terribly awkward and embarrassed, but you knew Cassian wouldn't let it go easily and a part of you wanted to make him feel just as embarrassed.

“Alright, big brother,” you made sure your words were dripping with sarcasm, which made him frown.

You let go of Mor's hand and held up the two slips for him to see. One was red, with some intricate swirling patterns, but still the most revealing thing you had ever bought. The other one was black, much simpler and just as see-through as the first one.

“Which one of these should your little sister wear,” you went on, watching as his eyes went wide with shock, “so that your best friend would want to do her?”

Cassian looked away and leaned back in his chair, his face contorted into a scowl as he muttered, “The red one.”

You chuckled at his reaction, and while normally you would crack a joke and go up to him to kiss his cheek, right now was probably not the best moment. Especially because Mor reached out to study the lingerie you had displayed, and you waited patiently for her input on the matter.

“I never thought I'd say this, but I agree with Cassian.” Her fingers brushed the thin fabric. “Actually, you have to tell me where you bought it. No one could resist this.”

You smiled as you looked down at the small piece of clothing. Red was your color, you knew that. It complimented your skin tone and your hair. But you were leaning more toward the black one, thinking that maybe Azriel would prefer it.

“You sure?” you questioned. “The red one?”

Mor nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, absolutely. Azriel won't be able to keep his hands off you. He—”

“Oh, yes, Mor. Please go on.”

You both turned to your brother, now glowering at you from his seat.

“I mean it, Mor. Go on,” he grumbled. “Tell us exactly what Azriel would do to my sister. Pretend I'm not here. Don't let my presence bother you, I'm begging you.”

Even as heat rose to your cheeks, you bit your lip to keep from smiling at his tone. He did have a point, though. While you might be comfortable talking about these things with Mor, and Cassian might imagine you and Azriel were past chaste kisses, you definitely didn't want to discuss what happened behind closed doors with him. He was still your big brother.

“Anyway, thanks guys.” You offered one last smile as you began to walk out. “I'm going to get ready now.”

When Azriel knocked on the front door an hour later, Mor and Cassian were still in the sitting room, Rhys now with them. Your friends wished you a nice evening, but your brother refused to even look in your direction and opted to glare at the wall with his arms crossed.

Luckily, Azriel didn't seem to notice or care as you took his hand and followed him outside.

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[sweetvamp03]

Selfish Reasons

Warnings - nsfw 18+ - smut - not much plot/no use of y/n - needy!sam - fingering - masturbation - piv - unprotected sex

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Word count - 908

Summary - you've been away on a solo hunt for just a week, but to Sam it felt like months. When you arrive back at the bunker you are greet3d by an eager, floppy haired boy.

It had been a long week full of a few too many vampires. You were eager to hop right into bed and drift into a peaceful slumber for a day or two. Around 2 am you arrived home at the bunker, knowing everyone else was asleep by now, you crept around like a burglar trying not to make so much as a creak. You snuck down the hallway to your bedroom door, inching it open, trying to avoid the squeak you had meant to fix. To your surprise, Sam was wide awake in bed, book in hand, no shirt in sight. "Hey Baby, what are you doing up?" you whispered to him. He set his novel down to reply, "Just waiting up for you, wanted to make sure you got home safe".

"You know you don't have to do that, I'm pretty good at staying alive y'know" you joked with him. "Okay, well maybe I had some selfish reasons to stay up until you got back-" he paused to look you up and down as you started to peel your heavy clothing off one piece at a time. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Really Sam? You're that predictable? We just had phone sex this morning, and I sent you plenty of pictures you could use. What is it, just not as good as the real deal?" you teased him, you knew he was a little slut for your pussy. "Nothing beats you in the flesh baby, you know that," he grimaced and pulled you down onto the bed with him. "Hm, baby wants me, huh? How do you want me? I'm all yours." you couldn't help but be turned on by him, I mean he's Sam fucking Winchester.

"Will you play with yourself for me? Please, honey, I love to watch you fuck your own cunt, you look so beautiful." he was practically begging you by this point. You had already stripped down to just your bra and panties, pushing him back onto the bed, you straddled his lap and laid back, knees in the air. He liked you on your back, he got a better view that way. He propped back up against the headboard and watched as you started in on yourself. You trailed two fingers along your folds before placing them deep into your heat. After a little while, your clit was starting to feel left out. Using the calloused pads of your fingertips, you rubbed slow circles around that perfect spot. You tilted your head up a bit to take a peek at Sam, his cock barely still held by his briefs, precum slipping through the fabric. You knew he wouldn't touch himself until you were taken care of. Speeding up, you felt the band in your lower stomach tighten, getting closer and closer to release, when all of a sudden, somebody grabbed your hand away, leaving you irritated. Sam had gotten hold of you, and was licking your fingers clean, then used his own to dig into each of your thighs, spreading them far enough apart that he could get his head between them. He started licking up the wetness, running his tongue down every fold. Suckling at your clit, he moved at an impossible speed, one that might challenge your vibrator. Legs shaking, you could feel it rising inside you, ready to flow over like a wave, "gonna- cum-" you managed to breathe out. With a few more vigorous licks, you were riding that wave, and he kept a steady pace til you came down. Your hands still tangled in his dark hair, you fell back and tried to catch your breath. "You're so good, baby, cumming for me like that- it's almost enough to make me cum just from the sight of it" he panted at you. A huge grin spread across your face.

Sitting up, you pushed Sam back down onto the bed where he once was. It was only fair that he got something too. Your tongue invaded his mouth before he could say a word, your hands busy dealing with his underwear. His throbbing member sprung free, tip red and dripping. You began tracing his shaft, then gently circling the end with your fingertip, making him groan underneath you. He didn't like it when it was only him receiving, he liked to make it equal, and him eating you out was just as good for him as it was for you. Hands sliding up to yours, he removed them from his cock. He steadied your hips and lifted you right on top of him so you were merged as one. You rode him as he guided you, both of you unable to keep from moaning. "Fuck baby- you're so tight- my gorgeous girl" he smiled as you sped up your movements. As you reached your limit, you could feel him filling you up. "Fuckkk-" you spilled out. Both of you needed a minute to catch your breath after that, you sat there, still connected, simply breathing in sync, running your hands over each other's skin. Sitting up, Sam pressed his lips to yours, mumbling, "God you're perfect".

Detaching yourself from one another, you settled into bed, pulling the covers up and getting close. Head pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around you, this was the way you fell asleep every night. Well, at least every night you were together.

[matthewkniesys]

it was supposed to be a secret but we suck at secret keeping - jack hughes social media au

a/n: an anon requested a jack ig edit where you're cole caufield's little sister and you and jack start dating when you're at the beach house but you keep it a secret. eventually the boys realising you're spending so much time with jack that they start making joke instagram posts that you two are dating but little do they know they're right. so here it is :)

sorry for not having a cut but my pictures wouldn't load properly if i did

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none i dont think

trevorzegras

Liked by @/ colecaufield, alexturcotte, jamie.drysdale and 80 569 others

trevorzegras - my best friends sister looking extra cozy with my other best friend

Tagged: @/ jackhughes & y/ncaufield

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colecaufield - not funny trev thats my little sister

↳ trevorzegras - i think its very funny

↳ colecaufield - i'll chop your dick off for posting this and if this ever becomes true i'll chop jack's dick off too

↳ trevorzegras - i'm very very sorry it's just a joke please don't chop off my dick

y/ncaufield - well isn't this just hilarious...

↳ jackhughes - its so funny...

↳ y/ncaufield - no it really is and no one understands

↳ trevorzegras - im glad some people enjoy my sense of humor *cough* cole *cough*

↳ colecaufield - im coming to find you right now trevor and i have some scissors

↳ trevorzegras - okay okay im actually very sorry please don't hurt me

alexturcotte

Liked by @/ trevorzegras, jackhughes, y/ncaufield and 65 937 others

alexturcotte - more pictures of y/n and jack...(please don't hurt me cole)

Tagged: @/ y/ncaufield & jackhughes

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colecaufield - this was a bad desicion on your part alex

↳ alexturcotte - oh shit, currently trying to find where trev is hiding from you so i can hide too

y/ncaufield - i looked so hot in that brown bikini and i was just trying to get a nice picture but jack had jump in too... so very rude of him

↳ jackhughes - i stole the show as always

↳ y/ncaufield - yeah you did you little thief

↳ jackhughes - and im the greatest thief ever i mean come on just look at me in that picture...and if we're being honest alex should've just cropped you right out and left just me

↳ y/ncaufield - you are the most insufferable person in the world and my brother is cole caufield so that saying a lot

↳ jackhughes - its okay for you to say that i know you could never really understand my true beauty

_quinnhughes - they're cute

↳ colecaufield - quinn... not you too

lhughes_06

Liked by @/ nicohischier, _quinnhughes, colecaufield and 78 325 others

lhughes_06 - had to add my own pictures since we're doing this

Tagging: @/ jackhughes & y/ncaufield

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colecaufield - i like you luke so i'll let this slide just this once since i know its a joke

↳ trevorzegras - are you saying that you like him more than me and alex??

↳ colecaufield - yes

↳ alexturcotte - jack im so offended

y/ncaufield - if i'd have known how bad at cooking jack was i never would've let him near the stove

↳ jackhughes - don't be a drama queen im not that bad at cooking

↳ y/ncaufield - i mean sure if you like it when the crust of your pizza is so charred that it's fully black and it crumbles into tiny pieces the second you pick it up

trevorzegras - look at me i'm a trend setter

↳ lhughes_06 - you could say that

jackhughes

Liked by @/ trevorzegras, lhughes_06, y/ncaufield and 145 908 others

jackhughes - didn't really have many pictures of me and y/n (that i could post) so just enjoy my appreciation post for her

Tagged: @/ y/ncaufield

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yourbestfriend - hottest caufield sibling not gonna lie

↳ jackhughes - i know right??

↳ y/ncaufield - ...

↳ colecaufield - firstly wrong but secondly JACK WHAT

trevorzegras - y/n > cole

↳ alexturcotte - y/n > cole

↳ colecaufield - cole > y/n

↳ jackhughes - nope the right answer is y/n > cole

colecaufield - jach hughes what the hell do you mean by pictures that you can post... what kind of pictures of my sister do you have??

↳ jackhughes - well um you know

↳ colecaufield - no i really don't please share

↳ jackhughes - i'm just gonna not answer this okay

↳ colecaufield - no actually not okay

y/ncaufield - in my lake house summer era and i love it

y/ncaufield

Liked by @/ jackhughes, colecaufield, trevorzegras and 193 857 others

y/ncaufield - and you all thought it was a joke this whole time (cole please don't come for jack)

Tagged: @/ jackhughes

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jackhughes - my one and only my life line

↳ y/ncaufield - can i go where you go, can we always be this close

↳ jackhughes - forever & always

colecaufield - oh hell no

↳ y/ncaufield - you know i love the brothers best friend trope

↳ colecaufield - didn't know you loved it this much

↳ y/ncaufield - what can i say i guess i do

trevorzegras - I KNEW MY SPIDEY 'S SENSE WERE RIGHT

↳ y/ncaufield - congrats buddy

colecaufield - wait...who took all those pictures for you

↳ y/ncaufield - quinn :)

↳ colecaufield - why the fuck did quinn know before me also it suddenly makes so much sense why you and quinn and jack were going on so many boat rides together

↳ y/ncaufield - he caught me sneaking out of jack's room one morning so he's know for a while

↳ colecaufield - WHY WERE YOU IN JACK'S ROOM OH NO ME AND JACK ARE AT WAR

↳ y/ncaufield - i will always be yours if we survive the great war

↳ jackhughes - your brother is scary i'm not sure i will

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[karinzany]

It was chapter 908! It's very interesting, because the sword we saw between that woman and Im is the same that one of the knights is holding. So maybe she's the leader of the knights? (And Shanks long lost sister?)

I really liked one piece this week! I love the fact that they EXPLODED MARIEGEOIS lol it was so epic seeing Karasu in actionbhe's my favorite in the whole R.A., even before Dragon. I dont trust the Holy Knights's silhouette but turns out we actually saw one of them on chapter 906 or was it 907

And we actually heard her talking!! I thought she was a simple trusted servant, but no, she might just be an actual trusted knight of some sort, here's the video with her announcing the arrival of the Gorosei at Pangaea

[paquerettexx]

rui mizuki — another shot (one-shot)

reaper thinks he has another shot with you, his summer fling.

pairing: rui mizuki / reader (f/m)

words: 908

[cross posted from ao3]

all good things come to an end and your relationship with rui was never an exception. not the image of your hair blowing in the wind, nor your bare feet running on the sand as you chased waves. neither was your mellifluous laughter or the twinkle in your eye an exception.

rui can still remember your relationship with him like a bitter aftertaste on the back of his throat. he had always loved sparklers on summer nights, yet your light was like fireworks that went off too soon. you lit up his summer nights along with the calming crackle of fire by the beach and the lapping waves on the sand. the wind caressed him like a cool embrace while your adoring eyes warmed him and set his heart aflame.

yet even the tallest of trees have their leaves wither and fall just as the mightiest mountains crumble back into the sea. waves reach out only to ultimately crash back into the ocean, where it originally belonged. if this was the case, why can't rui go back to that time with you?

like that weekend where he drove out of town, his hand on your thigh and your hand over his. he remembers the way you held his hand to interlock your fingers with his, your hand holding his in a perfect fit like puzzle pieces. He held you, his hand in yours as the scenery changed from urban buildings to an expansive landscape of grass and trees, with only the moon as the witness to what you two shared. he held you until your eyes started to flutter close and your breathing evened into shallow breaths, your face content in a deep slumber while the whirring engine of the car enveloped the air.

that summer night— out of all the flings and girlfriends he had, you were the only one he was certain he got right. he was certain that you and that damned summer night was the only place he'd rather be at.

"rui..?" he stood frozen in his tracks despite the warmth your voice brought. he flinched and shuddered as he recognized the owner of that voice– you.

you who was more than he ever deserved, you who showered him with warmth and affection, and you who he thought he loved. he was certain that he did love you, but that love wasn't enough. you gave him all your love yet he only reciprocated your affection with nonchalance and flirty remarks. perhaps it wasn't clear- you wanted someone to love and he wanted a summer fling.

"oh, hey, haha... long time no see, right?" rui would awkwardly chuckle to try and hide the revolt in his stomach and the hammering in his chest.

the smell of your perfume- it was as soothing as it was before. it made him feel, and remember what it was like to be loved. it reminded him of the feeling of your embrace, the feeling of your hair in his hands as he brushed it behind your ear to place a kiss on your cheek. it reminds him of the time when he was still free from his curse.

"yeah." you'd agree with an awkward chuckle of your own, "how are you?" you'd ask him, the small talk you initiated feeling like nails on a chalkboard with how painfully estranged it was.

"i've been good!" rui would cheer, snapping back to his usual act of being the carefree and easygoing playboy, "haha~ don't tell me you've been thinking lots about me~" rui would add as a tease.

ironic of him to say when he's the one hung up on you, reminiscing of your time together on the daily. he didn't know if you had some kind of electric pull on him or if he's just hung up because you were the last fling he was in physical contact with- alas, he missed you all the same. whether it be actual love, or infatuation.

"i see you haven't changed." you'd answer with a shake of your head, a smile on your lips. rui would feel his heart jump, realizing that the smile you donned was because of him. he's the reason for your smile now.

"maybe i did?" rui suggests cheekily with a wink, "do you want to catch up and see for yourself?" he offers. though appearing confident, inside he was shaking and even praying for you to say yes.

surely, this time he'd be able to give back the love that you deserve. surely, this time he'd be able to love you.

"ah, sorry. i'm having lunch with my boyfriend. i only picked some stuff up here for our dog." you'd apologize to rui, declining his offer. he couldn't be mad at you, no, you were just being nice to him.

wait... did you just say boyfriend?

"you have a boyfriend?" rui asks, surprised when you nodded and told him you have.

"ah, i see, i'm sorry..." rui apologizes. "please don't let me keep you. have fun with your date!" he exclaims, acting like everything was fine.

even before you could bid him farewell, rui was off to leave, not even shooting another glance back at you. no, he must leave right at this instant or else you'll see him crumble. you'll see his crestfallen expression, you'll hear his heart break, and you'll feel him being torn into pieces.

did he really think he had another shot at you?

[ghostinyrmachine]

what fresh hells

first chapter of my first fic. pls enjoy!

AO3

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Raphael x F!Tav

word count: 908(ish)

sfw (for now👀)

Narrowly surviving the final showdown at the House of Hope, Tav finds herself on the wrong side of the portal back to Baldur's Gate. While her companions escaped with the Orphic Hammer, Tav is left behind in Avernus with the devil she knows all too well.

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His clawed hand closing around your wrist was the last thing you’d felt before the portal closed, the only way out of Avernus now severed, completely and resolutely. It had taken all your companions’ might to escape the House of Hope in one piece. Hope herself, though, hadn’t been so lucky. And now, it seemed, neither were you. Just as the view of your friends, safe on the other side of the veil, flickered out of existence, the cambion had pulled you away. Inches from freedom, close enough to feel the portal’s rippling surface vanish from your fingertips, you were caught.

The cavernous entryway, once clamoring with swords and lightning, suddenly fell silent. Raphael’s voice no longer echoed off the walls, booming in your ears as you and your party scraped and clawed their way back to the diabolist’s office. Now, just the pounding of your heart in your ears, the adrenaline still awash over you as you stared at the spot that was supposed to be the last step towards defeating the Absolute. The charred corpses of Yurgir and the lesser cambions strewn across the marble floor. Even Hope, looking up at you with eyes glazed in death, had no words left for you.

It had felt like time slowed the moment you saw Raphael waiting for you in the foyer, but this, this stillness was different. There was nothing magical or fabricated about it. The resoluteness of the moment was overwhelming, the failure undeniable. Your little adventure had finally come to an end. Snared in the devil’s trap that had been laid for you who knows how long ago.

You hadn’t wanted to steal the hammer, not necessarily. You hadn’t meant to anger the devil whose deals you’d managed to circumvent thus far. You were so near to defeating the Elder Brain, the Netherstones all within your possession and the last of your party’s business in Baldur’s Gate almost complete.

But after rescuing Lae’zel from Orin, you felt you owed it to her to free Orpheus. Maybe afford her the same freedom each of you had sought throughout your shared journey. It was the last step, a simple task. Infiltrating the Nine Hells had been much easier than you’d thought. From there, it had all seemed so straightforward. “Find the key. Take the hammer. Smash my chains.”

And yet, here you stood. Beaten and bloodied, further away from salvation than you’d ever been. Lae’zel and the party had escaped with the hammer, sure, but you had been left behind.

“Little mouse…”

The sudden rumble of Raphael’s voice a thunderclap, awakening you from the frozen state of shock you’d fell into for those milliseconds that lasted eons.

“It seems the claw has finally come down.”

Snapped back into reality, you struggled against his grip, eyes locked on Hope’s demented expression as you collected enough of your mind to plot an escape. You could get out of this. Somehow, some way, you could still make a run for it. Maybe back to the room of mirrors that you’d passed as you dashed down the hallway. Or Korilla, where had Korilla gone? She must have followed your companions through the portal or cast some teleportation spell like she and her master had done so many times before. Straining against the white-hot talons encircling your wrist, you wracked your brain for anything that might deliver you back in Baldur’s Gate.

Raphael tutted, “Ah, ah, ah, Tav, it is well and truly over.” Overpowering you easily, he swung your body towards him, clutching your other wrist just as strongly as the first. Holding your helpless hands against his chest, he glared down at you as you yanked against his ever-tightening grip.

The fire in his eyes burning hotter than you’d ever seen, even when Hope sacrificed herself to reopen the portal, and he beamed at you with the fury and desperation of a man who had had very nearly perished. The lacerations and burns covering his body proved you and your friends had put up a hell of a fight, perhaps bringing him closer to death than he’d ever been. Every resource at his disposal still wasn’t enough to kill your band of heroes; the only thing he had to show for himself was the thrashing body of a mortal, only defeated by a last-minute, desperate swipe of frustration.

In fact, even as you struggled against him, you detected a hint of shock under his wrath. It appeared he was almost as surprised as you that you hadn’t crossed the portal’s threshold. His taunting, so second-nature to him, barely concealed the awe he felt at having secured this small triumph. The features of his infernal face betrayed him, his grimace replacing what should have been the knowing smirk of someone always three steps ahead.

You paused, fully absorbed in the flurry of emotion he was experiencing, taken aback that he was somehow just as confused as you were.

“Well, you have made quite the mess of things, haven’t you?”

His expression shifted too quickly for you to delve any further into his mind; the plastered, devilish smile you’d come to loathe reappearing instantaneously.

Before you could open your mouth to protest, he released his grip on you, just long enough to snap.

Suddenly, you found yourself back in the boudoir you’d ransacked just hours ago. Your wrists raised in front of you, you stood motionless, alone yet alive somewhere in Avernus.

[awindandtruthliveblog]

[Wind and Truth: Chapter 90]

Okay, Navani. Are we saying the destruction is total?

Ice skating?? Shinovar really is a different world.

Stoneshaping Urithiru story

He's got a plan it's cool

Immediate turnaround from this Highspren. We're talking easy mode redemption

Chanah's sword, thanks Gavilar for mentioning it this book, you still suck though

Yeah Honorbearers vanishing to smoke tells me their Investiture is destroyed. Are they all Lightweavings or Investiture beings? Raboniel's daughter's insides burn from anti-Voidlight. Jezrien gets a little wound that trails smoke. Eyes burn from Shardblades cutting the soul directly

Wow he knows about wood dust explosions. You can do it with flour too!

Yeah they can just Divide people? Can they sever Connections that way, or is that a Bondsmith thing Ishar did?

We're pulling hydrogen from the air too? Did Brandon have a day where he learned how to make explosives?

Oh shit Elid! A page after Szeth learns lmao

Yeah, Szeth! You can just stop! Whenever! Right to give up and leave!

(Ishar?) can summon people like that? Even if he did something to them?

Yeah, Nale? Ishar explained it? He didn't even tell you about Chanah.

Nale that's not the argument you think it is. You aren't the law. You're a person, still.

"I have been told we are" is good though actually

Oh no Szeth they're hurting you a lot :(

Oh hey Sigzil

I think Habrinar is right. Why would Odium agree if he was winning?

Yeah wait what if the rulers of each battleground area sign a thing saying something like the Azish Prime sitting the throne? I guess no one thought of that. Or Wit did, given his vague "I've thought of everything" bit.

Wow page 908 statts with Vienta feeling Bad. She's so much cooler than that though. She should feel good.

Right after, though, the capital R in Rocks made me think of Lunamor, and uh, rough.

Ah. Odium's perpendicularity? I guess that's also discordant maybe?

Honor's betrayal of Mishram is one thing. But did Narak fall from the fourth moon hitting it?

Secrets even the gods didn't understand???

I can't bring more into this section. It's clarification, but also only a small piece of the puzzle.

[milkemim]

Day 7: Christmas Cards

WC: 908

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December 7th. The first week of Christmas went by in a flash. Since today was a Saturday, both Veneziano and Romano got to sleep in a little. Their beds were warm and soft, unlike the weather outside. Unlike [Name’s] bed. Or their whole house.

Slipping on their coat and shoes, shivering, they head out the door. The heating inside stopped working overnight and no matter how many layers they put on or how many warm drinks they drank, nothing eased the freezing feeling. The repairman wouldn’t be coming anytime soon either. So, they decided to pay the two brothers a visit.

Both the brothers wake up to the ring of their doorbell. Veneziano groggily gets up after a little and walks downstairs, to see Romano already at the door, yelling at [Name] for something. “[Name]! What’s going on, why are you here eso early?” He smiles and walks up to the door as well, “And come inside, don’t let the cold in!” He urges.

[Name] steps aside Romano and he closes the door behind. “Hi, Veneziano! The heaters aren’t working at my place and since you guys live near, I thought I’d spend the afternoon here, at least until it’s fixed. If that’s fine, that is.” They explain.

Romano sighs, “I guess it’s fine since you’re already here anyway.” He crosses his arms and looks down.

“Yay! Welcome to our house, [Name]! It’s been so long since I saw you!” Veneziano cheers and hugs [Name] quickly, already wide awake, partly because of the cold that found its way inside while the door was open.

“Yes, yes, thank you! I can make you guys breakfast, since I came at such an early hour. I haven’t had any yet, anyway.” [Name] says.

“I’m going back to bed. Wake me up when It’s done.” Romano walks back to his bedroom. He was still cranky from waking up so early after staying up so late.

“I’ll help you!” Veneziano happily offers and leads [Name] to the kitchen. He was always happy around them, as he was with most people. “Let’s make cornetti and valdostana! Oh, and brioche!”

Making everything on Veneziano’s from nearly scratch took roughly 2 hours. Thankfully it was the weekend, so no one was late to work. The two also made a lot more than just enough to feed three people, so they could heat some up during the following week in a rush.

After Veneziano went to wake Romano up, all three of them enjoyed a warm breakfast with coffee. It woke up Romano enough to be somewhat sociable and officially start the day. [Name] offered to do the dishes while the two brothers got dressed and ready.

The day was pretty ordinary. The three played video games in the living room for the most part. Afternoon came quickly and everyone was pretty tired of the console by now, so what would be a better idea than to make Christmas cards for their loved ones?

It was originally just a joke from Romano, but Veneziano quickly agreed to it. “I am NOT making Christmas cards!” He quickly backpedaled.

“Come on, Romano, it’ll be fun! And I’m sure Spain would love to hear from you! When was the last time you saw him?” Veneziano annoyingly latched onto his arm. “And It’s not like you actually have anything better to do!”

[Name] watched as the two argued with a small smile. “Let’s not force him, Veneziano… But it would be nice if he joined us.” They gently pulled Veneziano away from his brother.

“Fine. This better not take too long.” Romano sighs and reluctantly agreed and slid down from the couch to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table with Veneziano and [Name].

Veneziano got the arts and crafts basket out. There were assortments of stickers, colored paper, glitter glues and various supplies. Veneziano also puts Christmas music on from his phone, which Romano was not a fan of.

“Turn that off! It’s barely been a week of December!” He tries to grab Veneziano’s phone, but he holds it away from him.

“No way! It’s Christmas!”

“Not nearly!”

[Name] laughs at their antics and takes a red piece of paper and crinkle-cut scissors. “Let’s not fight! No one wants to go on Santa’s naughty list last minute, right?” They say as they start cutting a smaller part from the paper’s corner.

“Romano is already on the naughty list!” Veneziano pouts.

“Hey! Let’s just make these damn cards.”

Everyone works in silence for a moment. The only noise in the living room is the quiet Christmas music coming from Veneziano’s phone and the sound of making cards.

“I’m going to make matching cards for Germany and Japan!” Veneziano suddenly exclaims.

“Of course you are…” Romano mumbles.

“Don’t be so bitter. I’ll make a card for you too, but it needs to be made in secret!”

“Shut up.” Romano rolls his eyes.

“Who are you making a card for, [Name]?” Veneziano asks, turning to them.

“Secret~” They wink.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, they were being watched. By grandpa Rome and Germania!

“Look at my two little grandsons! Aren’t they so cute?” Rome happily smiles, hidden behind the doorway to the living room, even though they wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.

“First of all I don’t think they are little in the slightest, but yeah, yeah… Whatever you say.” Germania sighs and watches them with him.

[average-mako-enjoyer]

N7 Month 2024: Day 2 - Reflection

Characters: Padok Wilks, Lieutenant Tolan, Urdnot Bakara Words: 908 Summary: The aftermath of Mordin's loyalty mission aka Salarian team that came to do the clean up finds the sealed lab with the fertile krogan on Tuchanka. Perhaps I should add a more optimistic ending to this one.

*** "Did they touch anything?" Padok asks.

"As far as I know, sir, they didn't." The shuttle shakes, and Padok's escort has to grab the railing to keep himself from falling. "But I wouldn't rule out the possibility of contamination. The agents who broke into the bunker aren't exactly in the habit of being… sensitive."

"I see."

Padoc turns to the porthole and catches his own reflection. His lips twitch in irritation. He hates unprofessionalism.

The moment Padok's feet hit the ground, he is immediately surrounded by barely organized chaos. The landing pad is swarming with agents busy loading heavy equipment into the open shuttles, someone is shouting orders in a high, already strained voice, and from somewhere in the periphery comes the unmistakable crack of assault rifles. "Doctor Wilks? Doctor Wilks?" Out of the crowd, barely avoiding a collision with the swaying loading platform that moves across his path, a nimble-looking agent runs toward them. Padok raises his arm. "That's me." "Lieutenant Guran Tolan, I'm in charge here. We've been expecting you, follow me." He immediately gets into motion again, and Padok and his escort have to follow. "What is the situation?" Padok asks. "There are nine subjects. Five are dead and in active decomposition; we believe Heplorn removed them from the clean area himself. Others – my people just found them, and we immediately resealed the area. We have no data on their condition."

"But your people entered the lab, correct?" Tolan gives him a quick look. "We wouldn't have found them otherwise." "I see." Padok clicks his tongue and closes his eyes against the howling wind, which keeps throwing dust in his face. "And what's with the shooting?" "Varren." The agent makes a disgusted noise. "The whole area is crawling with them. We cleared it out for the most part, but some of them are still coming." "Varren? Heplorn probably used them for tests," Padok has to jump over the piece of rusted armature sticking straight out of the ground. "I want them all killed and packed up, Lieutenant." "With all due respect, Doctor, I think you're mistaken. These krogan were probably just breeding them here." Tolan pauses. "Animals that breed other animals… Ironic, don't you think?" Padok's escort lets out a chuckle.

"I still want them packed up," Padok insists. "If Heplorn ever used them in an experiment, we need to know. We don't want a crude version of the genophage cure developing in the varren population, do we?" Tolan stops and turns to him. Padok must have hit a nerve, because he looks pissed. "We don't." "Good to know we're on the same page." Padok nods. "We cannot fail on this mission, Tolan. The fate of our race is at stake." "I am aware."

When they finally reach the building, Padok is immediately greeted with the sight of the already installed acid dispensers and the stacked body bags.

He counts. Thirty two. Not all are krogan. "Your people's work?" he asks. "No. This is from another group. They cleared the building ahead of us." "Another group? Did they enter the lab?" "As far as we know, no." Tolan makes a small irritated chirp. "They cleared the building, alerted us, and left." "Interesting…" "All the bodies have already been checked. None of the krogan are female. The cleanup team will start on them in a few hours." "What about the smaller ones? Humans? They can be test subjects." "No. Vorcha. Let's move on."

The building Heplorn has chosen to house his lab is a maze of long corridors, rooms with fallen walls leading to other rooms and more corridors, and at first Padok wonders how Tolan can find his way around, but after the third round Padok realizes that he is just following the blood splatter. Whoever cleared this place before the STG was very thorough, and Padok can respect that. But then the blood splatter stops and Tolan makes an unexpected turn that leads them to a long staircase.

"Watch your step, Doctor," he warns, and they begin to descend.

After the first flight, Padok notices voices coming from below. People talking, laughing, and apparently polluting the area. Another flight and he sees them lined up in front of the large glass wall that separates the clean area from the rest of the building.

"Attention, men!" Tolan shouts, causing some of them to jump. Then he turns to Padok. "Please, Doctor. The area is yours."

Padok walks past him, straight to the glass.

Behind it is a brightly lit room with two rows of hospital beds. The subject lying on the nearest one is obviously female: too large to be a male. She doesn't move.

'Dead?' Padok thinks.

His gaze moves further, and then he realizes what Tolan's men were staring at, what made them laugh and point fingers. In the far corner of the room, three female subjects are huddling together. Two of them are clinging to each other while the one, the tallest, tries her best to stand in front of them and cover them with her body. She's the only one looking at the glass.

Padok leans forward and their eyes meet. The female narrows her eyes and her throat quivers with an inaudible growl. Amazing.

"We need a decontamination area, clean suits and sedatives, Tolan," he says. "The sooner the better."

He steps back from the glass and catches his own reflection in it. His inner eyelids flutter. He feels... excited.

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day Fifteen - Prompt: Wind @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 908 words

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When Nine Inch Nails’s Closer began, Evan lifted to his feet and strode across the shop to the back door. He looked straight ahead and refused to allow himself a single glance toward Frank’s stall. It was too much.

How am I supposed to function like this?

The moment he stepped outside, he inhaled deeply and fell back against the brick wall. He had never been more grateful for his nicotine addiction. It was an easy excuse to leave any room at any time. His hands shook as he fought with his cigarette pack. Eventually, he slapped the bottom of the pack on the railing and fit the tallest one between his lips. Watching the flame dance in the wind as he lit the end was oddly soothing.

Evan took one long drag after another and emptied his mind completely. When the first one burned down to the filter, he pulled out another and repeated the same steps. He was in control. He could keep smoking, smash it into the ashtray, or stare at it until the cherry burned the whole thing to ash. It was entirely up to him.

Pull yourself together.

His sister’s words echoed in his head and prompted him to pull out his mobile. Pandora would set him right again. She was one of the only people who could. Evan pressed “Facetime” and waited while the phone rang.

“Hey Ev,” she said distractedly.

He waited until she glanced at the screen. From the tiny image that showed his face, Evan could see that he looked…broken. It was an apt descriptor for his entire life, if he was honest.

Pandora frowned and leaned closer. “What’s wrong with your face?”

Evan scoffed, “Nothing. I’m just peachy.”

“Are you still moping around about your ex? Evan, you have to pull–”

“– myself together? Yeah, I know.” He shook his head and looked away. “I’m trying. I went back to work yesterday.”

Pandora arched an eyebrow sceptically. “And? That didn’t help?”

“It did.”

“But not now?”

“He showed up today,” Evan said flatly. “Frank’s working on him.”

His sister scrunched up her nose, then sighed. “What a prick.”

“Technically, this was his favourite shop first,” he admitted. Evan set the mobile on the railing and leaned back against the wall again. “Remind me why I should hate him.”

Pandora softened a bit as she settled against a sofa of some kind. “He cheated and gaslit Reg, stalked me in Wales, and lied to you. Isn’t that enough?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s more than enough.”

“You don’t sound convinced, Ev, and I shouldn’t have to convince you. Every single one of those reasons is a massive red flag, but all three? He might as well have a fog horn attached to his head with one of those flashing lights.” She gestured over her head and imitated the sound. “Stay away! Sanity unclear.”

Evan’s lips quirked, but he couldn’t force a smile. She wouldn’t believe it anyway. Pandora always knew when it was fake and would call him on it.

“Work on any interesting designs?” she said, abruptly changing the subject.

“Yes, actually. A full back piece of a massive dragon drawn by a kid with mad art skills today and a rolling waves piece yesterday that turned out amazing.”

“Send me a picture when you have a minute. I want to see that dragon.”

He nodded and flicked the ash off of his cigarette. “Is Wales still treating you well?”

“Yes!” Pandora gushed as her face lit up. Suddenly, she reached off-screen and reappeared with Regulus’s flustered face. “Reg, tell my brother what a good friend he is.”

Regulus blinked rapidly at him for a moment, then glanced at Pandora in open bewilderment. “Of course he is. What are you going on about?”

“See?”

Evan took a long haul off of his cigarette, then smashed it into the ashtray. He didn’t let the smoke escape until his lungs ached. It was entirely too difficult to meet Regulus’s gaze right now. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help the jealousy that bubbled up in his chest at the sight of him.

Why does he get to be happy?

“Are you alright, Evan?” Regulus asked, taking hold of the mobile. “Your face is a bit swollen.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Haven’t slept well. That’s all.”

Pandora leaned in and pointed at the screen. “Why didn’t you say so? There’s some lavender oil in my room. Use it right before bed.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Silence filled the space between him and the phone. Regulus chewed the inside of his cheek as he studied him. The move twisted his mouth up to one side while his jaw worked. Pandora rested her chin on Regulus’s shoulder, but was looking off-screen. Evan dropped his chin to his chest and crossed his arms defensively.

As usual, Pandora lost her patience first. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as she warned, “Evan, don’t. You will regret it.”

“I already do.”

Regulus cleared his throat, then ruffled his hair anxiously. “This is about Barty, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is,” Pandora snarked, glaring pointedly at Evan.

Evan swallowed hard when Regulus clenched his jaw for a moment. His expression cleared quickly, but not fast enough. That tiny slip belied a mountain of hidden thoughts and feelings. Regulus was the master of masking, after all.

That’s why. Regulus shouldn’t have to relive that shite every time he hears Barty’s name.

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[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (6-8)

parts 6, 7, & 8 of ?? | 908 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Steve almost wants to laugh, wants to correct Eddie, except he’s standing outside of a gay club at one in the morning. . . . Robin wouldn’t care. Other people would, but if Eddie is trying to mess with him then he’s picked the wrong forward to cover, and Steve is tired.

6.

Steve almost wants to laugh, wants to correct Eddie, except he’s standing outside of a gay club at one in the morning. Robin wouldn’t care that he’s here, beyond being a little jealous—they’ve been talking a lot lately as Steve slowly turns his own sexuality this way and that in his head, considering. (So far, he’s decided that attention from other guys doesn’t bother him. The rest is still TBD.)

Robin wouldn’t care. Other people would, but if Eddie is trying to mess with him then he’s picked the wrong forward to cover, and Steve is tired.

So he lets Eddie set a time and place to meet and . . . talk about the blackmail in detail, or whatever. Given what Steve knows, it’ll probably be for money. Which.

Well. This can help, right? He does want to help, if only for Dustin’s sake, and Eddie doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would feel comfortable taking charity. And yeah, Steve hasn’t ever met his uncle, but it’s still saving a life.

Most of his Family Video paycheck goes towards food, car, and hair care products, but he has some savings. He can figure it out, make it work with careful budgeting and a bit more of telling the kids no.

The encounter is over. Steve gets into the car and turns the engine on to warm up with the words pretty boy ringing in his ears. He grabs his gym bag out of the back seat, digging out the sweater he knew he’d want but didn’t want to risk taking off and losing in the warmth of the club. And somehow all he can think about is Eddie dressed up for a night out of his own. Tighter jeans with more rips, and chains than usual, a virtually shredded t-shirt over mesh beneath his ever-present leather and denim vest combo, the wild curly hair, the eyeliner. It had all been a little distracting in the moment, which leaves Steve thinking hard about his whole TBD thing.

Kinda weird to think the guy blackmailing you is hot, but he’s lived through stranger things than this.

7.

When they meet the next day, Eddie does ask for money. Kind of a lot. But Steve had made sure to bring cash, just in case, and presses a wad of bills into Eddie’s hand without qualm or hesitation. “How’s that for now, Munson? I can get more to you in a few days.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Harrington,” Eddie replies with a tight smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Maybe he’s conflicted about doing this? Steve doesn’t know what being backed into this kind of a corner might feel like, but he has some imagination. Despite what his English teachers always claimed. And he was an asshole in high school, so this is like. Penance, or whatever. He doesn’t hold it against the guy, not really.

“Uh, yeah.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, in no particular hurry to walk away. He called out of work, so he has nothing to do for the rest of the day. This whole meeting had gone quicker than he’d expected, with a straightforward total given for the price of not outing him to his ‘girlfriend’ and minimal haggling over a plan to pay in installments. “Hey. . . . Any chance I could get some grass, too?”

It’ll stretch his budget more than is probably smart. Sometimes he needs it, though, on the nights when he wakes up sweating, the words ‘I work for Scoops Ahoy’ cooling on his lips.

Eddie eyes him up and down, indifferent. (He looks good like this too, Steve realizes, without the eyeliner and shit. Christ.) “It’ll come out of what you just paid me, but sure.”

Steve is pretty sure there's a steep markup. He gets a baggie and forty bucks knocked off his payment, but hey, that’s penance for you.

8.

It’s hard not to feel like a piece of shit when hypocritically blackmailing a hypocrite, but it’s working. Now that Eddie can afford the medication, his uncle is looking better by the day and the doctors are starting to sound optimistic.

Wayne feels better too, Eddie can tell. Not enough to go back to work—though at some point he might have to come up with a plan for tying the old man down to keep him from doing just that, the stubborn old codger. But enough to ask where the money is coming from.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie says for the hundredth time. “Bottom line is, I’ve got this.”

Wayne’s eyes narrow, sharp as ever. Sharper, even, with how gaunt he looks these days. “Seriously, Ed, what'd you sell for this kinda cash? Not yourself I hope.”

“What? No,” Eddie yelps, hopping back with a little exaggerated pearl-clutching motion. “Jesus, Wayne, I’m not that kind of boy!”

His flailing antics get a laugh out of the man, followed by only a short stretch of hacking cough. (It’s getting better, it’s getting better, it’s getting better—that’s Eddie’s mantra these days.) 

Eddie is just glad he believes him on that. Hooking would be stupid, even stupider with the current political climate and disease going around, but he’s pretty sure Wayne would lose his shit if he knew what’s actually going on. They’ve had too many talks about standing up to bullies without becoming one over the years for Eddie to bullshit himself about that.

The important thing is, Wayne’s getting better.