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nsfwghiralinkweek · 2 years ago
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Good timezone everyone :D I am Sora (she/her)- one of the new mod additions to the (nsfw)GhiraLink Week moderation team. //You can find me on AO3 (rahchan), tumblr (rahchan-writes-again) or on discord Sora#5056// As I am based in CET I am the one who is awake, while the others sleep *hehe*
If you have any questions regarding the NSFW stuff - you are at the right address - it's my main focus - but of course you can ask any other question too.
My main languages are english and german, so come forward in any of these questions :D Fun facts some of you do not know yet - I am writing fanfiction since 2004ish with a decade of a break but I am back in the game and love to read and write fanfiction.
I am looking forward to the GhiraLink Week 2023 and am hyped for what will going to happen and I am hyped to look at all the contributions.
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hetaberia-week · 2 years ago
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‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧ ⠀⠀it's prompt o'clock !
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ghiralink-week · 2 years ago
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hi all! i'm bella (@dykevirgo on tumblr/AO3 and #virgo0916 on discord) and i'm another mod for ghiralink week this year. i'm based in EST time zone and i'm awake and in bed early (so don't expect to see me online at 3am my time 😅).
i will be helping moderate all over but specifically focusing on the tumblr (both NSFW and regular) in terms of reblogging posts from the tag and such. i work full time during the day so i'm mostly available first thing in the morning or in the afternoons. i love ghiralink (and i love ghiralink week) so naturally i volunteered to help cherry out this year 😁
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remuslupinslittleslut · 5 months ago
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No Cocks in Cunts.
It's been a while since I wrote reader insert and I feel a bit unsure of the quality, but I felt I had to just get back in the saddle and write something.
Prompt: Reader doesn't enjoy penetration but the boys make it fun for her anyway.
This is for @mavelfan1 and everyone who voted for one shots for tumblr on my poll. I love you and have some smut.
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His hands rub your legs, trying to provide comfort. “What do you feel about getting eaten out?” He asks you, before winking and leaning down to kiss up your legs.
“I uh, feel, I think good, about that,” you say, forcing the words out, cheeks heated as Sirius’ lips continue their way up your legs. “Just don’t, you know, get in there.”
Kiss. “I won’t.” Kiss. “I promise, I’ll take such good care of you princess.” Kiss.
Your whole body shudders as his lips almost touch your wet core with every kiss pressed to your thighs. “Siri,” you whimper, “please…”
He chuckles, again, and this time you can feel the hot breath against your pussy. He’s soon silenced, as his tongue darts out and licks a stripe along your lips, stopping only to swirl around your clit.
Remus is still balancing his body weight on one arm, face above yours, lips having been moved from your forehead in order for his eyes to graze your face. As your body is opening up to the sensations of Sirius’ tongue, however, Remus gets impatient and your boyfriend leans down over you to kiss your lips.
It’s soft at first, a gentle press of lips, but he soon escalates it, licking across your lips and nipping softly at them. This forces you to open your mouth and he’s quick to enter, curious tongue finding it’s way around yours.
Between your thighs, Sirius is working his tongue all the way around your cunt, licking and sucking, making heat start to build in your core as you feel the finish line getting closer and closer.
“Go on,” James says, from somewhere on the bed, with both other boys’ mouths on you you’ve lost all of your attention span. “Come for us, come on Sirius’ tongue, be a good girl now.”
Your back arches as you grind your hips against Sirius’ face, forcing his face deeper into your cunt, making him taste every last piece of you as his tongue makes it way up and down, in long licks.
Remus pulls away before Sirius does, his hands on your cheeks and holding you still, eyes following your every move. “You’re fuckin beautiful, you know,” he murmurs, kissing you softly again on the lips.
When you have calmed down from your orgasm, you find that you’re the only one who got to cum, which somehow feels a bit unfair.
“So,” you start, heat rising to your cheeks again, as you feel their eyes on you, all aware that you’re about to say something cheeky. “What were the other things we could do that wasn’t…”
“Cock in cunt?” James provides, earning himself a shove from Remus and a laugh from Sirius.
“Yes,” you say, avoiding eye contact, “that.”
They share another look, and your stomach drops slightly, like when going on a roller coaster, knowing that the creativity about to flow would be exciting to say the least. They seemed to share more of a silent conversation than just a look, and soon your body was moved across the bed, placing you flat on your stomach.
“So,” Sirius says from somewhere behind you, “you just tell us if there’s something you don’t like, and then we’ll stop and do something else, yeah?”
You nod your head, anticipation rising in your chest. Your lack of verbal confirmation earns you a soft slap to the ass, and you manage an “okay.”
You hear the soft sounds of fabric moving, along with clinking of hardware, likely their belts, and the smacking sound of kissing. You love knowing that they can get off on each other, that you don’t always have to be the center of focus, even though you usually ended up in that position anyways, not actually minding one bit.
“Okay, we’ve decided on something each, and we won’t tell you beforehand, but you can choose who you want to start with,” Remus explains, reaching a warm hand to rub the flesh and fat of your ass. “So take your pick darling.”
You shudder at the thought, raking your mind for who you think would be the most fun to start with.
“Remmy,” you say it the same second you’ve decided, the choice coming easily to you. You’ve missed his hands on your body and you can soon feel the withdrawal in an uncomfortable way. “Please,” you add, trying to make him hurry.
“Coming, darling,” he says, straddling your thighs and leaning down to kiss along your spine. “Padfoot, lube,” he demands, one hand leaving your body.
Soon after, you can feel the cold fluid hit your backside, falling into your crack, leaving your arse all cold and wet. Remus’ warm fingers rub through the liquid, running it along your backside and all the way to your front, allowing it to mix with your own natural wetness. It shouldn’t come as a shock to you when his heavy cock drops down, slapping your ass and gliding along the lube.
“Remmy,” you whine it this time, desperate for more sensation.
He chuckles, but guides his cock to the crack between your thighs nonetheless, allowing the length of it to rub along your pussy, the head pressing against your clit.
“How’s that feel baby?” He asks, hips thrusting his cock back and forth in between your thighs.
“So-oo-ooo good.” It comes out a moan, the sensation against your already sensitive clit sending sparks of pleasure through your body with every brush of his head.
“See that,” he muses, “making perfectly good use of your pretty cunt, no need to go inside love.”
His pace slows down, hips grinding in hard, intentional motions against you. It starts as a throbbing somewhere within the pit of your tummy, small waves crashing through your body until it’s convulsing in pleasure.
“That’s my good girl,” Remus says, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.
His warm body is moved away from you and for only a moment you are left alone on the bed.
“Hi darling, my turn?” James says, reaching two strong arms out for you, moving your body to turn you, making you face him.
“Hi Jamie,” you say, smiling sweetly at him, reaching your own hands out for him, pulling him down into a searing kiss.
For a few minutes you stay like that, tangled up in a kiss with James, hands in his hair and breathing calming down after your orgasm.
His hands are rubbing down your sides, trying to keep you warm in your nude state; he never had any issues with that, his blood was almost always at a boiling temperature.
You don’t know what it is or where it came from, but suddenly, there’s a low vibrating sound from somewhere in the room and before you can really think it over, the object is pressed against your cunt.
“Ah!” You squeal, the vibrations causing your back to arch and your hips to grind. It’s so much, almost too much, after coming twice, the feeling is almost painful.
James dips his head into your neck, kissing the skin and breathing in your scent.
“You’re delicious, babe,” he murmurs, licking a long stripe up your neck. It’s only minutes before your body starts shaking, a blinding orgasm taking your body to somewhere in outer space. “Shh, love,” James is whispering, body still atop yours. “Shh, just gotta take it, just take it.”
You drift away from this reality to the sound of James’ soft voice.
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When you awake, it is entangled in a warm embrace, all of your boys having fitted themselves around you on the engorged bed. There are limbs and love everywhere and you find your breathing is strained, but you don’t mind it one bit.
“Morning darling,” Sirius says, pulling you closer.
“It’s morning?” You ask, confused, making him chuckle into your hair.
“Not really,” his voice is soft but raspy in the mornings, it tastes like honey when you breathe it it. “Still very early, afraid you passed out a bit.”
He’s chewing his bottom lip, a tic you’ve noticed him having whenever he’s nervous or unsure of something.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching your hand to cup his cheek.
His eyes flutter close at your touch, his cheeks turning a soft rose color. “I just…” he breaks off, and you know it best to not pressure him, but rather to just allow him to take his time. “I feel really bad about last night, I didn’t know you weren’t in to that and I almost made you do it,” he shudders at the memory. “Even with safe words in place I’m scared we’ll hurt you, I mean, we went pretty hard on you after that…”
You smile at him, brushing your thumb across his skin. “You don’t have to worry about it, my love,” you say, and you know that you mean it. “I know that I can always say no, and it was only proven when I did, and you stopped. You did exactly what you were supposed to, I’m just sorry to disappoint you with the whole no penetration thing.” The last bit is meant as a joke, as you are sure that they can make perfect do without it, but Sirius’ eyes widen still.
“We’re not missing out on anything, besides, Moony fuckin ruined my arse while James used that toy on you, it was really fucking hot, I’ve gotta say.”
It’s your time to shudder at his words, finding the thought of Sirius being fucked by Remus, turned on by watching you with James a very sexy one.
“Really?” You ask, giving him a smirk, “what was it like?”
You reach a hand down to tug at his briefs, freeing his half-hard cock and taking it into your hand.
He groans, turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. “Baby…” it’s a whine, music to your ears. “You were so beautiful, all blissed out, holding on to our Jamie for dear life, he’s got such a nice back, oh,” your hand is moving, a soft flick of the wrist that makes him moan. “Fuck, and Moony, oh my Moony, he’s so big, feels like he’s splitting you open, you couldn’t take it, you’d have to be all warmed up, and he shows no mercy, just fucks me so hard, while telling me not to take my eyes off of you.”
His eyes are screwed shut, but his hand reaches down to touch you, pinching and rubbing at your clit.
“I can image,” you tell him, “I felt him, Remmy, he’s so big, you did so good taking him.” You know Sirius always goes soft for praise, and your words send shivers through his body, convulsing in the shine of your appreciation. “You’re so good, so good to me, so good at touching me, I love you.”
Sirius’ body shakes as his breath gets heavy and his fingers toy with you in a rushed and impatient way. “Love you too baby,” he says, leaning his head in closer to yours, foreheads pushed together.
You come together, fingers sticky and thighs shaking, breathes shared between the two of you. When you’ve calmed down a bit, he leans in to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss.
“You’re amazing,” he breathes, giving his usual chuckle.
“So was that your plan? If I’d chosen you first?”
He grins at the thought, pulling you closer into him. “Nah,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I would’ve sat you on my face, maybe tried suggesting a sixty-nine.”
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grandline-fics · 3 months ago
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Immune To Your Charms
DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.
WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so be warned if he's not someone you like to read about. Contains swearing, descriptions of violence and killing. Soulmate! AU, Enemies to Lovers
CHARACTERS: Doflamingo
WORDS: 3,399
A/N: Part of the Good For Your Soul Series. The next chapter is here and as you voted for, their first kiss is here. Honestly I'm not overly happy with this chapter but I'm excited for the next parts I have planned going forward. Hope you all enjoy
*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*
DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight(here) | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve(coming soon)
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“I understand Joker is a very busy man and he has a meal organised soon but will he actually be joining us tonight?” The servant tensed when he was cornered by the Captain of the crew now staying in the palace. Under the intense stare and fear that these unknown pirates could become violent without warning, he shifted uncomfortably out of the added fear that he could say the wrong thing and bring the true terrifying anger of the King down on him. “Well?”
“U-um Joker has um…” The servant stammer out before clearing his throat and controlling his fear. His ruler was more terrifying than any of these men combined and he had to remember that and accomplish his tasks to the same standard as he would any other day. “Seats have been specifically assigned for Joker and the elite officers so he should be attending tonight.” His answer seemed to settle the Captain and with nothing else needed he left, breathing a sigh of relief when he was out of his sight. The Captain however felt new nerves begin to rise. 
He would finally learn who Joker was. Given how lavish the palace was he was more and more sure he was just some criminal that got lucky in creating a weapons empire. The only real threat was the power in his name and ‘elite officers’ in his employ. Where it just the two of them alone in a room together he was quietly confident that he could overpower and take Joker out if need be. Still though he and his men were on their best behaviour. Already they had countless ambitious plans in mind for later.
When the weapons were safely loaded into their ships and their hosts were too drunk to intervene they’d take what they could and what wouldn’t be immediately noticed until they were long gone and safely on the seas. Of course they’d dispose of Joker’s men that would be joining them and wait an appropriate amount of time before having word sent of their defeat. Their crew would change their alias and ship name and sell the weapons on. It was the perfect plan and given how relaxed the security was here in Dressrosa, he really had nothing to worry about. Allowing himself to relax the Captain stepped out into the Palace’s grounds and sought out the closest servant to grab him a drink. In what felt like no time at all he was being summoned to the banquet room. 
As he walked through the corridor, the rest of his crew slowly began to join him from other corridors until they were all led inside the enormous room already filled with the most delicious smells from the finest looking food awaiting to be served and feasted on. Multiple tables were set up and carefully arranged to make room for all of the guests while servants lined the wall, awaiting to be of assistance. The lower ranking members of the Captain’s crew and the lower ranked subordinates of Joker’s crew took the longer tables to the back of the room to mingle amongst themselves. One table at the top of the room stood out and it was clear no one was to go near it expect the Captain and his right and left hands. One servant led the three men to the ornate table and instructed them to sit. The three were spaced out, most likely to seem as though they were to mingle too but nervously the Captain also felt like this was the perfect way to keep everyone separated and helpless. Trying to keep those paranoid thoughts at bay, he reached for the already poured drink in front of him only to freeze. What if the glass was poisoned?
Thankfully no one was nearby to notice his hesitation and even if they had they had no time to mention it because from outside the banquet hall the sound of footsteps drew closer. Joker’s crew immediately silenced their conversations and rose from their seats. While other pirates fell quiet they remained sitting, watching curiously and waiting. The Captain watched as the banquet room doors opened and one by one people entered, each looking more and more intimidating. They all stopped by their designated seats until only two opposite the Captain remained vacant. Nervously the man licked his lips, wondering why two seats were empty. Vaguely he recalled some of his men mentioning coming across one of Joker’s playthings while they were bathing. Dread filled him then. He remembered the call where Joker mentioned his new lover. Had that been who they meant? His head whipped around in time to see you enter the room. 
You walked completely relaxed, gaze lazily sliding over the men sitting at their tables. While you spotted where your three targets were sat you gave no visible indication or reaction to where they would be sitting. As much as Doflamingo had promised the pleasure in killing them would be yours, you didn’t fully trust him to do something and pretend it was just coincidence that they were the ones targeted. When you met Diamante’s stare you smirked slightly, seeing that he was watching you carefully. Doflamingo had most likely asked him to watch for any giveaways that indicated who broke into your room earlier and from the slight annoyance in his eyes you knew he didn’t see anything. Smiling sweetly you stepped to your designated seat and lazily folded your arms on the back of it, settling your gaze firmly on the guest of honour capturing his attention. 
The Captain knew he probably shouldn’t ogle you so openly but how could he not? Everything about your appearance demanded attention. Your choice in clothing highlighted your form perfectly and showed just enough skin to catch the eye of others while still leave them wanting to see more. Whoever Joker was, he was a lucky man to have you on his arm and in his bed. Despite how attractive you were, what captured the Captain even more so was your relaxed attitude. Everyone else in Joker’s ranks stood tall and almost tense, waiting for his arrival, but you? You were completely at ease even when Joker’s purposeful steps began to approach. Everything told the Captain to at least turn his head and finally have his curiosity answered about the identity of the man he was scamming now but he didn’t want to look away from the force of your stare. Slowly he swallowed hard when your lips curved slightly into a playful smile and he heard his own crew begin to mutter and whisper as they tried to make out Joker’s face.
Then the ripple of shock and fear washed through the banquet hall when Doflamingo came into view, the feeling so visceral that the Captain shuddered without even seeing who it was that was drawing near. Then in what felt like a blink he made out the shape of someone standing next to you and finally you turned your head and seemed to break him from his spell. The Captain looked and froze completely to see the grinning face of Doflamingo Donquixote. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he had made Doflamingo one of the targets of his scams. Had he known, he never would have done it. Fear gripped him as he now realised he and his men were trapped in the Warlord’s base, his entire island. They were screwed. There was no way they were getting out of this. Unless…had they done enough to keep the man fooled? If they saw the scam through to the end could they make it back to their ship safely. “Do-doflamingo, sir! I-it’s an honour! O-or would you still prefer I call you Joker?”
“Either’s fine.” Doflamingo grinned, the frightened expression he was witness to was perfect and there was still so much more fun to come. “We’re all allies here.”
“Aww poor man’s terrified.” Your cheerful voice broke the tension as you, Doflamingo and the rest of the family slid into your seats. The Captain glanced at you, finding it easier to breath when he wasn’t looking at the man in charge. “Just relax. You’ll feel better once you’ve had a drink.” The Captain glanced at the untouched drink still in his hand and his previous paranoia came back. What if this banquet was truly a final meal? Was it all poison? As if reading his thoughts your laugh drifted up. The Captain all but flinched when you rose slightly in your seat and leant across the table to settle your hand on his to softly coax the glass out of his trembling grip. His eyes widened while you took a sip. You set the glass back into his hand and sat back in your seat while licking the stray droplet of alcohol from your lip. “See? Harmless.”
The Captain watched as Doflamingo’s hand settled firmly on your leg when you were back in your seat in a clear show of possession and quickly he looked away from you and threw back his drink. It might have been harmless but you were very dangerous. The last thing he needed was to succeed in his scam but get killed because Doflamingo didn’t like how he was looking at you. The Captain felt relief when the servants appeared with the many plates of food, managing to break the tension and everyone seemed to completely relax. Conversation began to surge up and all previous worries eased back,  the Captain being pulled into idle conversation with a member of Doflamingo’s family obsessed with art. While he wasn’t truly interested it was better to engage with the older woman than risk dying early.
Doflamingo leant in to speak in your ear, his voice low enough so only you would hear him. “And people call me the scary one.”
“What do you mean?” You asked softly, mouth hidden behind your own glass as you turned your head slightly towards him.
“You’re like a completely different person. Being sweet and nice?” He chuckled while you smirked. “Truly terrifying how easily you can pretend to be comfortable in a room filled with pirates.”
“I’’m always sweet and nice. Besides, who says I’m pretending?” You asked innocently. “I’ve never been uncomfortable here and none of the new additions here are going to change that.”
“Not even the ones who got a little too familiar with you?” Doflamingo asked, the tone in his voice hardening slightly. He watched you carefully to see if you’d subconsciously look in the direction of the men you had refused to identify. Unfortunately for him, you kept your sights firmly on his face, your calm smile unmoving. 
“Not even them.” You insisted before taking a sip of your drink. You dropped your free hand onto his that remained on your leg and gave it a reassuring pat. Turning your head fully you leant in to murmur “This isn’t my first time having to play at being a pirate’s lover so stop worrying. As long as I get the ones I want, I won’t ruin your plan. Deal?” Your only answer was Doflamingo’s chuckle in your ear and his glass clinking against yours.
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For the remainder of the banquet, the sound of laughter and conversation didn’t stop. Through it all you noticed a few of the pirate crew becoming more at ease, no longer shooting nervous glances towards Doflamingo. Either they had enough alcohol in their systems now to have a lack of fear or they believed that the Warlord truly had no idea he was being deceived. You almost felt bad for them. Almost. When the evening was winding down you’d found your chair pulled closer so you were lounging against Doflamingo’s side while he spoke with the Captain who was beginning to slur his words slightly as he thanked Doflamingo for his generosity and promised him he and his crew would be valuable additions to his numbers. 
You felt Doflamingo’s body tense and knew his patience was beginning to fray and he was building up to finally enacting his revenge against the crew. Some of the other members at the table realised too and began to move from their seats, the guests failing to notice their movements. Slowly you pulled out from Doflamingo’s hold and allowed him to stand.
“Everyone before we end this wonderful feast we have one more treat for the evening.” He announced with a broad grin while his guests cheered out. “It’s a game I like to call survival.” Immediately the cheering stopped and the drunken faces still conscious immediately sobered, terror flooding their bodies. “While I applaud you all for thinking you could steal from me and lie, I can’t let it go unpunished. So I’m going to give you all a five minute head start. If you can make it to your ship, you can leave with your lives. If you make it to the streets of Dressrosa but get caught, you’ll be sent to our Coliseum and fight for the rest of your lives. If you’re still in the palace when you get caught? You die. Your time starts now.” 
The reaction was immediate, the subordinates of the pirate crew scrambled from their seats and rushed for the doors, staggering and hurrying from the banquet hall. Any of their friends that were sleeping off their meal and overindulgence of drink were abandoned. Still sitting in their seats were the Captain and his left and right hands but it wasn’t by their decision. They were held firmly in place in their seats, something controlling their bodies against their will. Doflamingo’s laughter filled the room as he and the rest of the family sat patiently for the five minutes to pass. “Sadly for you, Captain. You don’t get to play.”
Doflamingo had thought that you would have left immediately too to make sure no one else killed your mystery targets but instead for the five minutes you remained in your seat, completely relaxed. When the wait was over and those under his command started the hunt you finally rose with a soft sigh and left the room. Ignoring the hurried footsteps and panicked yells of the pirates who ran aimlessly through the palace, still unfamiliar with the confusing layout as they desperately tried to find their way to safety you made your way to the chosen room. 
During the feast, the maid that had been so apologetic for not being able to stop your targets secretly slipped a message to the men while they ate and drank under your instruction. She informed them subtly that when it was quiet and Doflamingo wasn't looking they were to make their way out of the hall and follow her where you would meet them later to finish what had been started. Fuelled on their own ego, fantasies, and emboldened by the alcohol in their systems they all saw no possible negative to this proposition. They didn't see you as a threat. With a small hum you opened the doors and stepped in to see the three men waiting, their expressions impatient and frustrated. “Took you long enough.”
“I told you I preferred to take my time with these things.” You said with a smile, lazily folding your arms behind your back. “Besides, Doffy’s not an easy man to sneak away from. Needed to wait until he was preoccupied with your Captain.” At the mention of the Warlord and their Captain, the three men seemed to calm their anger slightly. “So who’s first?”
“Just because you're fucking a Warlord doesn't mean you're in charge.” One snarled, pushing away from the wall he had been leaning against and headed towards you. “Like we told you, this is what we want.” He reached for you only to stagger when you dodged him with ease. Sharply you hooked your foot around his and threw your arm around his neck, twisting sharply to snap his leg and send him hurtling to the floor, smashing his face against the pristine marble floor. His howls of pain filled the room and you wasted no time in getting up and closing the distance while the other two were surprised. 
The next pirate closest to you tried to pull his dagger on you only to be disarmed with your precise training. You used his strength and your momentum against him to twist his hand and force him to stab himself. While the wound was deep and immediately debilitating it wouldn’t kill him right away, you were going to let him die slowly. Twisting the blade, you ripped it from his chest and whirled to shoot the third pirate in the back with your own pistol as he tried to flee into one of the side rooms. He crumpled to the floor, unable to move. 
The coward wouldn't even try to stay and fight you? Pathetic. For all that talk they were all very disappointing. Slowly you stepped up to the pirate you’d shot and kicked him onto his back. The least he could do was look you in the eye when you killed him. Coldly pulled the trigger once more and put him out of his misery. The only sound that still filled the room was the pained, muffled breaths of the first pirate, the one who’d touched you while you had bathed. You returned to him and stood on his broken leg, smirking when he cried out in pain through a mouth filled with blood and broken teeth. Holding his friend’s dagger firmly you crouched down until you were poised over him and stabbed him, relishing how much of a release it was for your anger and disgust for him and his crew. Unable to hold back you stabbed him again and again as all the frustrations you’d been holding onto finally slipped away. 
With a low sigh you rose and took steadying breaths. Suddenly you felt a presence behind you and your spun, blade striking down on the person only to hear the confusing sound of steel clattering to the ground. Blinking you saw the hilt of the weapon still in your hand but the blade was gone, now by your feet as fate intervened once more to prevent you hurting Doflamingo who stood in front of you. Slowly you looked up at him to see him grinning at you. Even with his sunglasses on you could feel the heavy force of the stare aimed at you. There was a beat of silence before the tension snapped and inexplicably you both closed the distance. 
Doflamingo’s mouth claimed yours at the same time yours melded perfectly against his. You dropped the useless dagger and your bloodied hand fisted tightly into his shirt as his settled on your lower back, pulling the other closer at the same time. You’d never had a kiss this powerful before, one that made your mind hazy and craving more so instantly. It felt right but at the same time it was wrong. You couldn’t allow yourself to give in, to let it progress further. The same was also the case for Doflamingo. 
He'd seen you kill them so perfectly and viciously that he’d felt pride in his chest at seeing you exact your revenge against them that he couldn’t help but kiss you. But now that he was in that moment, he couldn’t let it deepen. He had trysts and lovers, someone to fill the space in his bed for as long as he still got some enjoyment and pleasure out of it. He refused to let this get deeper, to feel anything more than he did. He was still set on defying fate and knowing you couldn’t be manipulated and used the way he could with others, he refused to give you more power. He refused to set you any closer to being on equal footing with him. In unison you both parted and hands dropped. Together you both left the room, leaving from separate doors. You headed straight for your room to wash off the blood and Doflamingo was immediately called for by one of the subordinates to inform him all the pirates had been dealt with. For the rest of the night you and Doflamingo both hated how much you’d wished the kiss you could both still feel on your lips had continued.
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klapollo-week · 5 months ago
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The prompts for Klapollo Week 2024 have been finalized!
Thanks so much to all who submitted prompt ideas and all who helped vote for their favorite prompts. Now, without any further ado, it’s time to reveal this year’s prompts!
Sunday, September 29, 2024: Pets
Klavier and Apollo both have pets that they take care of; a cat named Mikeko for Apollo, and a dog named Vongole for Klavier. How do these two creatures interact? How do they adapt to new, strange people visiting their owners suspiciously often? How do these furry friends influence their owners and their owners’ love lives? Are there possibly… other pets that could enter the picture?
Monday, September 30, 2024: Magic
Magic is an especially big part of Apollo’s life- whether he likes it or not, he’s surrounded by it. How does this affect his relationship with Klavier? Does Trucy rope them together to be her assistants at her performances? In another way, some people say that falling in love can be magical in its own right…
Tuesday, October 1, 2024: Music
On the other hand, music is a big part of Klavier’s life! How does his music career change after meeting Apollo? Does he release singles that serenade an undying love for a mysterious man with a notable forehead? Or does his music stay private, reserved for the ears of the one he loves?
Wednesday, October 2, 2024: Late nights
Klavier and Apollo can be major workaholics at times, staying up late to finish working on tough cases and going over notes before court the next morning. Do they ever spend these late nights together? Or instead of research sessions, are these late nights spent rather as lighthearted get-togethers where they can escape the pressure of finding the truth?
Thursday, October 3, 2024: Scars
Scars can be metaphorical as much as they can be physical. Are Klavier and Apollo’s scars physical? Are they found on arms or legs or chests? Or are they metaphors for the demons of the past, found only within the depths of their minds? How do they help each other heal?
Friday, October 4, 2024: Roleswap au
An oldie but a goodie, Klavier and Apollo have parallels in their stories and personalities, but also have staunch differences! How do things change when they swap roles with each other? Do they act the same as usual, or do they act different? How does this change their love?
Saturday, October 5, 2024: Poison
A weapon and a tool for the crafty and despicable, Klavier and Apollo know that poison is an all too common means of murder. How are Klavier and Apollo affected by poison? Could poison possibly represent anything for them? How does it relate to the ghosts of their pasts and the presence of their future?
Don’t forget to use the hashtag #KlapolloWeek2024 so your works can be archived! Make sure to familiarize yourself with our Archive Criteria and FAQ when participating. We’re excited to see what you all come up with for this year, and we’ll see you all soon!
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messylustt · 1 year ago
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kissing drabble based on this writing prompt request
your fingers tightened around your mission report as you made your way into miguel’s office. as always he’s stood, busy swiping and tapping at the multiple screens, different lights reflecting onto his monotoned face.
“uh, miguel?” you call. your sweet tone has his ears perking up as if he’s some dog. like always a scowl sets on his face at his own reaction to you. “mission report.” you slightly hold up the file in your hand as he finally turns his head to look at you.
cold. that’s all you feel and that’s all you see in his expression. maybe if you looked close enough, dared to actually look him in the eyes you’d see something far from a considered ‘chilling’ word. he lets his body drop down in front of you, grabbing the report.
“did you catch him?” miguel asks, briefly flipping through the papers. “i think i’d be pretty ballsy coming in here if i didn’t” you lightly chuckle.
miguel glances up his expression not having shifted as you press your lips together, quieting yourself. “yes, he’s all locked up”
“good. lyla.” he calls, the bubbly ai appearing by his shoulder “add this to the reports”
she mockingly salutes, earning your lips to quirk up a fraction, before she disappears with your report. “any troubles?” miguel’s almost strict undertone, makes your almost smile fall.
“none that needs accounting for.” there had been a small incident where the anomaly had gotten a hold of your wrist watch. it’s now partially smashed, and in the hands of hobie. you didn’t think you had the best of luck when it came to miguel so you decided it best to let hobie try and fix it before alerting miguel of your mistake.
“hm.” miguel hums, his gaze darting. what you didn’t know was that miguel couldn’t help but let every detail of you sink in. every time he saw you his eyes traced the same path. and when his gaze trailed along your wrist he paused. “where’s your wrist watch?”
you look down at your bare wrist. “oh, i just took it off. got a bit…irritating.” miguel’s eyes narrow as you try not to visibly gulp. “so, uh, if that’s all…” you go to step back, but miguel’s hand reaches out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, simultaneously pulling you back (even closer than before), as his hand brings your wrist up to his face.
you slightly stiffen at the contact, brows furrowing. miguel brushes a claw over your wrist earning your muscles to twitch. he takes note of this. and drawing back your suit he’s presented with a discoloured bruise, wrapped around your arm in a circle. “what’s this?”
“normal…anomaly catching…injuries.” you say, your tone attempting to sound convincing. miguel’s claw brushes back along your wrist, his gaze now narrowed.
“it’s where your wrist watch was.” miguel states.
“as i said, it was getting irritating.” you subtly try to pull your hand back, but miguel’s grip is strong and strangely persistent.
“you lost it.” miguel remarks.
you scoff. “no i didn’t lose it.”
then miguel clocks on. “you broke it.”
“alright well — i didn’t break it.” as if that would change much. miguel met your gaze with a slight raise to his brow, as you sigh. “i didn’t mean for him to get to it. i just got too…close. and then he was grabbing my wrist. broken wrist watch, bruised skin, so on.” you mutter. “but it’s handled.”
“handled?” he still hasn’t let your wrist go.
“yeah, it’s getting fixed. and it’ll be as good as new soon.” you remark standing a little straighter.
miguel’s gaze hasn’t shifted from your eyes, his focus a little too intense. “why were you so close?”
“sorry?”
“the anomaly. why’d you need to be that close?” miguel elaborates.
“oh, well…uh…we needed a distraction.” you mutter out, not meeting his gaze. “so, that the other spiders could get all this guys gadgets and stuff. so he’d be weaponless.”
“and?” miguel pushes.
“and…i seemed to be voted the best candidate.”
“to do what, exactly?” everything about miguel hasn’t wavered.
you slightly nibble on your lower lip, actually a fraction embarrassed by this. “just to, you know…flirt…a little bit.” you instantly wince as miguel’s grip on your wrist tightened.
“i’m sorry?” he remarks, coldly.
“as a distraction. it surprising worked…for a bit. before he clocked on when I leant away and — ”
“leant away?” for the first time you can actually catch a proper emotion in miguel’s tone. “how close were you, y/n?”
your tongue brushes along your teeth. “like…” you demonstrate by lifting your hand in front of your face, and slowly closing the distance.
as miguel watches just how close you had gotten, his jaw clenches. “so, you’re telling me that in order for you to catch this anomaly you brought him this close…” miguel provides his own demonstration, pulling you in by your wrist as you slightly stumble into him, your faces inches apart, making your breathing hitch. “is that right?”
you slowly nod. “we catch dangerous anomalies, not flirt with them.” he says.
“it was only so that we could catch him.” you say a little too quietly as your breath hits miguel’s face. “right.” he mutters, his tongue dragging along the roof of his mouth, clearly agitated.
“and what was your plan after the flirting? i mean if you got this close, i’m sure you would have had a plan.” miguel’s tone is dripping with mocking as he tries not to snarl out the words.
you assume that he’s pissed because it undermines what the spider society is made for. when in reality, miguel just doesn’t want a man to be close to you. “you aren’t stupid, y/n. usually this kinda distance…means something.”
you’ve noticed the change in your breathing, as you stare at miguel. if you leant the smallest fraction forward your lips would be touching his. “so, is that what you planned? to kiss him?”
you can’t help but feel flushed at his words, your embarrassment clear. “of course not.”
“you said you leant away.” he begins to lean forward, your lips parting a fraction as your mouth salivates. “is that right?”
you quickly nod. “he’s an anomaly. i wouldn’t have just…kissed him.”
“mhm.” but miguel isn’t stopping, his lips now slightly parted in front of yours. “just because he was an anomaly?”
your silence makes miguel’s grip shift to your back, forcing you to arch into him, as a small misstep of breath leaves your lips. you’re now extremely close. “no.” he answers for you. miguel doesn’t know how he’s gotten you this close, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to step back.
“you wouldn’t have kissed him because you don’t like him.” he speaks slowly, almost telling you that that’s how your answer should be. “you don’t like anyone right?” his claw has shifted from your wrist to a small strand of your hair. he’s now too far gone.
“what?” your eyes are fluttering as you stare at miguel, still inches away.
“i'll admit...you're peeking my interest....and that's not good…” he mutters out, half speaking to you half getting it off his chest.
you’re in shock, miguel’s lips now faintly brushing yours, mouth open. “not good at all…”
but before he can finally close the distance a loud bang resonates around the room, from what sounds to be the opening of a door. you immediately manage to shove miguel away, fixing yourself. you tried your best not to look flustered as peter emerges. “hey, miguel — oh, hey, y/n.” peter smiles, oblivious to your heaving chest and miguel’s deathly glare.
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ghostboneswrites2 · 10 months ago
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daddecember · 3 months ago
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Welcome to DadDecember 2024!
Everyone who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome in! We cannot wait to see what you create.
Please make sure to read this post carefully, as many questions have been answered here already. We have also answered all the questions that were submitted through our anon voting form already. If you don’t find what you are looking for there, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here. The mod team will get back to you as soon as possible.
If you wish to give a comment to the mod team without a response, feel free to use our questions, comments, and concerns google form: https://forms.gle/fRcZq2TsV2pgoNs97
This year’s AO3 Collection →  https://archiveofourown.org/collections/DadDecember2024
Event Info & Rules
DadDecember is an annual prompt month featuring platonic father and child relationships. We have a collection of prompts for each day meant to inspire works to be created.
*Due to the nature of this event being, do not submit father/child incestual content. That is not the point of this event. This event is strictly platonic. Thank you for understanding.
There are 62 prompts this year with 10 alternative prompts. Each day has two prompts, one situational/trope prompt and one dialogue prompt. You do not need to use both. While we do encourage you to mix and match prompts with different days to fit your specific WIP, we do ask that you tag the prompt you used, not just the day.
This is a prompt month meant to inspire works, so please don’t take any of the prompts too seriously! If you want to get silly with it or really angsty, that’s up to you! How much of the prompt you use and how you use it is all up to you! If you think it fits the prompt, then it does. There is no gatekeeping in DadDecember.
It’s up to the creator how much they want to produce or what media form they want to create in! Anything and everything counts (and if you’re really unsure, you can always ask!). The idea of the event is to create, no matter in the manner you do so. 
As far as “how much do I need to do in order for it to count?” – Well, that’s up to you! All participants, regardless of how many works they put out, will be recognized for their efforts!
A google form will be sent out after December ends in which you will be able to say how many works you completed. Works do not need to be published in any way shape or form to count. Participants will be ranked by completion in a tumblr post after the form closes and a custom role will be available for completionists in our discord server.
Should you wish to upload some of your DadDec content to Tumblr, use these tags:
Required tags:
#daddecember 
#daddecember2024
#sfw or #nsfw
Optional Tags (but appreciated if used)
#DadDec No.1, #DadDec No.2, #DadDec No.3, ect.
#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)
#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings and content warnings. Add “tw” or “cw” AFTER the trigger/content warning )
For the sfw/nsfw tag, please use your best judgment. A Mature or Explicit rating (for anything except gore) should be marked as nsfw.
Reblogging Policies:
Due to the nature of the blog and for the safety of all fellow participants, nsfw posts will not be reblogged. - These works are still very much welcome in the AO3 collection.
You MUST tag @daddecember if you wish for your work to be reblogged
If you notice your work has not been reblogged (+ you tagged us) and it has been 2+ days, please send us an ask! It is likely that tumblr ate the notification.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?
Participate as much as you would like! Whether you can get out one piece between now and the end of December or 45, we are here to encourage you all along the way!
Q. Can I post early/late?
Yes, you can post whenever you want. Due to time constraints, we may not reblog posts outside of December (pinging @Mod Addri via discord will always get you reblogged, though, so you can always try that ;) ).
Q. Can I combine DadDecember with other creation challenges?
Yes, as long as the other challenges allow it as well. Please reference their rules.
Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?
Yes.
Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?
Yes, but it only will count once for your total completion number (unless combined with a different unused prompt).
Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?
Yes, you can post WIPs. Snippets or other forms of WIPs are completely fine and will still count for completion! As long as you started it, feel free to count it!
Q. Is collaborating allowed?
Absolutely, we even encourage it! Collaborations can be an amazing way to get full completion status (especially if you’re competitive) without as much work! It would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.
Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit and combine as many as you’d like.
Q. Can I start working on the prompts before December?
Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a little over a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!
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If you want your work reblogged, yes.
Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?
Yes.
Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).
Best of luck,
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The full written-out list of prompts is below the cut.
2024 Prompts List:
1. Lost in the woods | "Cover your eyes"
2. Sick day | "I didn't know where else to go"
3. Accidents happen | "Are we there yet?"
4. Father's day | "Wait, wait, he's your father?"
5. Stars | "You're just like I remember"
6. First steps | "I have never hated you"
7. Learning to drive | "I'm sorry"
8. Alternate Universe - Age reversal / Role-swap | "Can you tell me a story?"
9. Tears | "Follow my lead"
10. Pillow fight | "Are you okay?"
11. Forever | "Can we do this every year?"
12. First pet | "Don't you dare..."
13. Demon Lord and Hero | "You're not my real dad"
14. Platonic Soulmates | "Can I have a hug?"
15. Similarities | "Please don't go"
16. Appearances | "Leave me alone"
17. Bring your kid to work day | "Can we make cookies?"
18. Promises | "I'll make it up to you, I promise"
19. Hypothermia | "What's with the long face?"
20. Time travel | "It's too late"
21. Finding a way home | "Be home by midnight"
22. Found family | "What did I say about..."
23. Patching each other up | "Santa isn't real"
24. Not quite asleep | "You came back?"
25. Holidays | "I'm proud of you"
26. Homework | "This is your birthright."
27. Bring your parent to school day | "Can you help me with this?"
28. Loss | "Happy birthday!"
29. Body Swap | "You remembered?"
30. Wings / Grooming | "Get down here this instant"
31. A new year | "Thank you."
Alternative Prompts:
1. A kind lie / A harsh truth
2. Giving gifts
3. Home alone 
4. Snow day
5. Pillow fort
6. "Of all things"
7. Hidden
8. Another world - Universe Swap
9. Werewolves/Vampires
10. Family dinner
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hugsandchaos · 11 months ago
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Danny Phantom Related Masterlist
•Ghost blobs!
•Dash is a human sacrifice
•Ectomelons
•Great Cub
•FrostDad
•Not So Scary (Coming Soon!)
DP x Linked Universe
•Short headcanon list
•Memes, anyone?
•More memes
•He jumped?!
•Uhh not sure what to call this
•Okay, this is probably the last string of memes
•I lied, here’s a few more
•It’s just one meme
•Another idea
•Cooking
•Incorrect quote that I just tossed out there (we appreciate you trying to help, Hyrule)
•Late night thoughts
•Studying and Manatees
•No caffeine?! Criminal!
•Introducing Vlad
•Another Incorrect Quote
•”Danny, get out of the closet!”
•Lord Of The Dark Birds
•A couple more incorrect quotes
•Soup Time
•LBM!
•Picking locks
•Who’s Dash?
•Dash? What are you doing here?
•Singing equals spells??
•Comfort in the chaos
•Wing bois rant
•More Little Baby Man
•How are they not banned??
•Dungeons
•Meme anyone?
•Summoned!
•That time Danny picked up Time
•Danny is the youngest sibling
•Everlasting Trio!
Oneshots
•”He’s in the walls...”
•Astrophilia
•April 3rd Special! :D
Story Chapters: Eudaemon (Now on Ao3 too! :D)
•The Beginning
•Proper Introductions
•Dawn Of The Second Day
•Magical Meal
•Day 3
•Where Do Stars Come From?
•Quick update
•Creepy Conclusions
•Ghost Boy, Where Art Thou?
•Alexa, Play Mission Impossible
•Hungry For Answers (Coming soon!)
Ao3 Link!
•Sneak Peek! (Updated October 30th)
•Orbit!
Beautiful art by @nerdypear4 here, here, here, here, and here too!
•Quick vote
DP x Marvel Universe
•Loki’s cape
•”Hey, Ron.” “Hey, Billy.”
DC x DP Prompts
•Accidentally Blessed
•Phantom Forest
•A Ghost Boy and His Wolf
•Tired Haunt
•Early Hero Gets The Adoptee
•Family Reunion
•Loki’s cape
•More Wulf!
•Watchtower Ghost
DC x DP Headcanons
•Reasons to not trust the Justice League
•”Really? This guy?”
Seeing Double
Young Justice x Danny Phantom
Summary: A ghost who looks a lot like Phantom comes to him in search of protection, and their newest member instantly agrees. He calls her his little sister, and sooner or later, Phantom also might end up with a new brother.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Friendship is Haunting
Mlp x Danny Phantom AU
•What if?
Prologue
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
DP Unnamed AU
PenPals AU
Halfa Dash AU
•First post
•Quick talk about how Danny suffers in this AU
•How Dash became a Halfa
•Phantom’s soft spot
•LBM!
•Memes
DP x TF
•Ideas!
The Thing In The Dark
•??? (Work In Progress)
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deadcrowdonoteat-week · 4 months ago
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☠ DBDA EVENT ☠
A Monty-centric event called Dead Crow: Do Not Eat
As some fannish people may be aware of, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat has been a time-honored tag, mostly of our beloved Whump.
☠ What is this event? ☠
Dead Crow: Do Not Eat (DCDNE) is a fan event which encourages any fan creators to put their blood, sweat, tears, heart and soul into fanworks all about putting Monty into the most intense, Whumpy, warning-worthy situations imaginable. All mediums are welcome!
We are starting with a weekend, each day will have 3 prompts central to Monty's story and Dead Dove: Do Not Eat themes. Then we will host an entire week! Fans will submit prompts and the moderators will release a prompt list after votes!
☠ What are our goals? ☠
We would like the tag Dead Crow: Do Not Eat to canonize on Ao3.
And also Whump the everloving hell out of Monty.
☠ When is it? ☠
The weekend will be hosted from the 4th of October to the 6th of October.
☠ How do I participate? ☠
Creating and tagging Monty fanworks! Be that fanfic, podfic, fanart, edits, playlists, or anything you can think of!
The tags we will follow are Dead Crow: Do Not Eat Weekend on Tumblr and just Dead Crow: Do Not Eat on Ao3. Feel free to post your creations to other sites, and please use the Save Dead Boy Detectives tag <3
☠ Rules/guidelines and prompt list to come soon! Stay tuned! ☠
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vodika-vibes · 3 months ago
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Hi lovely.
If your requests are still open and you don't mind, could I pretty please request a little pick-me-up drabble?
I've recently had some surgery and am not recovering as fast as the drs expected, and my mental health is kinda in the pits.
I'll happily take anything fluffy but maybe something Halloween or bonfire themed, with Crosshair, Rex, Echo or Fives?
Thank you!
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Trick-Or-Treat
Summary: When you defected from the Empire, you expected to be hunted down and killed. You didn’t expect Crosshair to defect with you and move into your home. And you didn’t expect an easy friendship to form. And you didn’t expect that friendship to blossom into a romance.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Word Count: 1298
Prompt: I went with Halloween, but it's really more of an Autumn vibe
Warnings: Uh...ridiculously fluffy
A/N: So, originally this was going to be Rex, but he's so hard for me to write and I don't know why, so I went with Crosshair instead. Anyway, I hope you recover soon, and I hope this story offers you a little bit of comfort!
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“How long have we been living here, kitten?” Crosshair asks from where he’s pulling his boots on by the front door.
“Long enough that we’re allowed to vote in local elections,” You reply as you squint at the pamphlet in your hands, “Why? You wanna move?”
He scoffs, “To where?”
You lift your head to look at him, “Don’t your brothers live in a tropical paradise?”
“Yeah, the problem is that my brothers are also there. Kinda removes the paradise part.” Crosshair quips, and then he shoots you a look, “Kitten, where are your glasses?”
“I don’t need those things.”
“Yeah? I’d believe that if you weren’t squinting to see me. Go put them on.”
You roll your eyes but vanish into the next room to grab your glasses. The fact that everything actually is clearer when you’re wearing your glasses will go with you to your grave.
“Anyway,” You say as you step back into the front hallway, “Why were you asking?”
He glances at you, “What do you think about buying some land near the lake and building a house?”
You hum thoughtfully. “I think it sounds interesting. We could use some more space, couldn’t we?” You add with a glance around the front hallway. “Of course, a bigger place means we’ll always be hosting and you hate hosting.”
“I make so many sacrifices for you.”
“Yes, your life is so hard.” You agree solemnly, “How ever will you survive?”
He glances at you, a teasing grin on his lips, “It’s alright. I got a cute little thing on the other side of town—”
You fling a stuffed bear at his face, which he catches effortlessly, “There’s no one cuter than me.” You announce, even as you self-consciously touch the frame of your glasses.
Crosshair straightens and walks over to you. He presses a light kiss against your temple, and then another one against your lips, “You’re right, there isn’t. Sorry, kitten. Didn’t mean to poke.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not,” Crosshair lightly squeezes your hip, “I forgot that you don’t like those jokes anymore.”
You shake your head and reach up to press a finger against his lips, “It’s fine. I’m just overly sensitive.” Your smile widens as you trace his lips for a moment, and you giggle when he catches your wrist to press a light kiss against the pad of your fingers.
“You’re allowed to be sensitive.”
Stars, you love him so much.
“If you say so,” You say in a sing-song voice, “Anyway, where are you heading?”
“We need candy and toys for the kids tonight,” Crosshair replies lightly, “Someone,” He continues with a pointed look at you, “Ate all of the candy.”
“Whaaat? Who would do such a thing?” You ask with wide-eyed, and totally fake, innocence.
“Uh-huh, am I supposed to pretend I didn’t see you stealing the candy?” You grin at him innocently, “That’s what I thought. Anyway, I also have something I need to pick up.”
“If you give me a few minutes, I’ll come with you!”
Crosshair lightly taps the tip of your nose, “Not this time, kitten. Didn’t you say something about raking leaves?”
Your lower lip juts out in a pout, “You get to go shopping, and I have to do physical labor?”
“You even went out and bought those silly orange trash bags—”
You gasp dramatically, “They’re not silly!”
“They’re a little silly.” He kisses you quickly, likely to stop an argument before it properly begins, and then tosses your gardening gloves at your face, “I’ll be back later.”
“Yeah, yeah,”
Crosshair glances at you, “Love you.”
A tiny smile lifts your lips, “Love you more.” He tosses a grin in your direction, and then he’s gone. For your part, you heave out a sigh, and pull on your boots, before heading towards the garage.
You might as well do some raking while he’s gone.
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Later, much later, after the sun has set and all of the candy and toys have been given out, and there aren’t any more kids wandering the streets looking for candy, you’re curled up on the couch with Crosshair.
“That was a lot of kids,” You murmur as you wrap your hands around your mug, “I think this is the first year we didn’t have any candy leftover.”
“Lots of people have moved in over the last year,” Crosshair points out tiredly.
“True enough,” You set your mug on the coffee table and shift so that you’re able to lay your head on his shoulder, “Did you manage to finish your errand, earlier?”
“Of course,” Crosshair smoothly shifts so that he’s laying across the couch, tugging and adjusting you as well, until you’re laying on top of him, “I did that first.”
You fold your arms on his chest and rest your chin on your folded arms, “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“What was the errand? I thought, maybe, it was something Halloween-related, but I didn’t see anything unusual.”
“Nosy,” Crosshair chides.
“You knew that about me already,” You counter with a pout.
He chuckles, “Yeah. I did,” He watches you for a moment, and then his hand comes up to press over your eyes, “No peeking, kitten.”
“Aww, come on!” But you don’t even bother trying to move his hand off your face.
You feel him shift under you, and hear him moving around, and then he stops moving, “Are your eyes closed?”
Immediately, you snap your eyes shut, “Yes.”
“Good girl,” He moves his hand off your face and presses his hand against the small of your back. “Alright, open your eyes.”
You do as he asks, and blink, surprised, at the box sitting in his hand, “What’s this?”
“Generally, when one receives a present, they open it to find out what’s inside,” Crosshair replies with a roll of his eyes, though his hand slips under the hem of your shirt to rub small circles against your lower back.
“I know that,” You sit up so you’re straddling his hips and take the small box, “I’m just surprised you got me something, it’s not my name day.”
“Do I need a reason to buy you something?”
“Mm…guess not.” You open the box and freeze when you see a small velvet box inside the white box.
Carefully you pull the velvet box out and set the white box to the side then you slowly run your fingers over the soft material.
Crosshair’s gaze is soft as he watches you, “Are you going to open it or just admire the box?” Even his voice is soft as if he doesn’t want to break whatever spell has fallen over the living room.
You shoot him a look but don’t answer him. Instead, you open the box and your breath catches in your throat.
You thought, maybe, he bought you earrings.
But this…this is a ring. A thin band with a dark red gemstone surrounded by, what looks like, diamonds. It’s beautiful.
“...Cross, this is—”
“I love you.” His voice is soft, “I want a life with you, more than what we already have. I might not be able to make you rich, but I promise that we will be happy. So happy.”
Your eyes are burning with tears, you never dreamed that he would propose to you. You’ve never been so glad to be wrong in your life.
“Yes,” You slide the ring on your finger, and it’s a perfect fit.
“Yes?”
“I’ll marry you, I’ll do whatever so long as we can stay together.”
Crosshair grins and pulls you back down so he’s able to claim your lips with his, “So,” He murmurs, “A good treat then?”
Finally, happy tears leak from your eyes, “So much better than candy,” You agree with a laugh as you cradle his face between your hands.
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ghiralink-week · 2 years ago
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Good timezone everyone :D I am Sora (she/her)- one of the new mod additions to the GhiraLink Week moderation team. //You can find me on AO3 (rahchan), tumblr (rahchan-writes-again) or on discord Sora#5056// As I am based in CET I am the one who is awake, while the others sleep hehe
If you have any questions regarding the NSFW stuff - you are at the right address - it's my main focus - but of course you can ask any other question too.
My main languages are english and german, so come forward in any of these questions :D Fun facts some of you do not know yet - I am writing fanfiction since 2004ish with a decade of a break but I am back in the game and love to read and write fanfiction.
I am looking forward to the GhiraLink Week 2023 and am hyped for what will going to happen and I am hyped to look at all the contributions.
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bbraeweek24 · 5 months ago
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Final Poll List
Congratulations everyone! We've finally put together the final list for BBRae Week 2024! The official line up is:
Sunday Oct. 20th: Camping
Monday Oct. 21st: Regency/Historical/Period Drama AU
Tuesday Oct. 22nd: “Please don’t ever do that again”
Wednesday Oct. 23rd: “You’re burning up”
Thursday Oct. 24th: “I don’t like the way he talks about her.”
Friday Oct. 25th: “I didn’t know where else to go”
Saturday Oct. 26th: Halloween
Thank you everyone again for voting. BBRae Week will officially start on October 20th and we will be doing our best to remind everyone until then. We will update the banner on this page with the dates and the prompts soon. Can't wait to see what you all can come up with; genuinely really looking forward to this BBRae Week!
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girlactionfigure · 8 months ago
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1948 as the original sin
MAY 21, 2024
1948 AS THE ORIGINAL SIN
There is only one country in the world whose right to exist is persistently cast into question: the State of Israel. It’s no coincidence that it is the world’s only Jewish state that is subjected to this delegitimization, not only in private conversations, but in university lecture halls, the top newsrooms in the world, and the General Assembly of the United Nations. For centuries, the right of Jewish people to live — the “Jewish Question” — was cast into doubt. Today, the Jewish state is subjected to the very same rhetoric. How is “does Israel have a right to exist?” even considered a legitimate question? Why are we even entertaining it, instead of flagging it for what it is — blatant xenophobia, at best?
The anti-Israel crowd justifies its flagrant bigotry by depicting Israel’s founding as illegitimate, thereby delegitimizing the country in perpetuity. This, of course, is a blatant double standard from the get-go, as hundreds of countries across the globe had bloody establishments. What’s worse, though, is that to delegitimize Israel’s founding, these people push a blatantly false narrative. According to their story, European settler-colonizers with the backing of the European empires, America, and/or the United Nations violently came to Palestine, seized lands, and, in 1948, massacred and displaced Palestinians to establish the Jewish state. Except this is not what happened.
To be sure, Palestinians were massacred and displaced in 1948, with 750,000 fleeing or being expelled from their homes. The displacement of Palestinians completely fractured Palestinian society, and it remains an open wound to this day. 
But the very real suffering of Palestinians should not be used to fuel an ahistorical narrative with the purpose of delegitimizing the Jewish state, and, by extension, the lives of nine million people in it. 
SO WHAT REALLY HAPPENED?
The outbreak of the 1948 war was the culmination of almost three decades of Arab-Jewish violence in Palestine. The first of these violent incidents took place in 1920, during the Nebi Musa festival, when Arab rioters descended upon the ancient Jewish population of Jerusalem, murdering, pillaging, looting, and shouting “Palestine is our land and the Jews are our dogs!” and “death to the Jews!”
It was this event that first prompted the Jewish community in Palestine to organize a paramilitary. Arab antisemitic violence continued to escalate, with massacres in 1929, 1936, and 1938. In 1936, the right-wing Jewish paramilitary, the Irgun, began carrying out retaliatory attacks against Arabs. 
Given the rapid escalation of violence, in 1937, the British first proposed partitioning Palestine into one Jewish and one Arab state. The Jews accepted the plan reluctantly — to quote future first president of Israel, Chaim Weizmann, the Zionist movement was prepared to accept a state “even if it’s the size of a tablecloth” — but the Arabs rejected it, so the plan was scrapped. But it wasn’t only partition that the Arabs were opposed to, seeing that two years later, the British offered the Arabs an entirely Arab state, so long as they could guarantee the rights of a tiny Jewish minority. The Arabs rejected the proposal — they wanted no Jews, period — and would continue to reject such proposals well into 1947. 
In 1947, the British handed the problem over to the United Nations, which voted in favor of partitioning the land. The Jews accepted the plan, while the Arabs infamously rejected it. For months, the Arab states had been threatening genocide of Jews should partition come to pass. After the partition vote, the Arab leadership in Palestine issued a leaflet quite explicitly threatening a second Holocaust in the Middle East, writing, “The Arabs have taken into their own hands the Final Solution of the Jewish problem. The problem will be solved only in blood and fire. The Jews will soon be driven out.” 
It wasn’t just threats. The morning after partition, Arab mobs in Palestine attacked Jewish buses, marking the start of the Palestine Civil War, which later turned into the 1948 war, after five Arab states invaded immediately following Israel’s Declaration of Independence on May 14. 
THE JEWS OF 1948
Contrary to the ahistorical depiction of European settler-colonizers with the backing of European empires, the Jews fighting in 1948 were largely refugees and Holocaust survivors. An international arms embargo had been placed on Palestine, affecting both Jews and Arabs, but the Arabs already had established militaries and even the unofficial support of the British, whereas the Jews had nothing and had to go through incredibly risky lengths to obtain the necessary arms and equipment. 
It’s really important to remember that all this took place less than three years after the end of the Holocaust, which eradicated nearly 70 percent of Europe’s Jewish population. For the Jews of 1948, the Arab threats of extermination felt very much existential. For example, prior to the partition vote, the General Secretary of the Arab League had threatened, “Personally I hope the Jews do not force us into this war because it will be a dangerous massacre which history will record similarly to the Mongol massacre or the wars of the Crusades…We will sweep [the Jews] into the sea.”
Imagine this for a second: before World War II, the Jewish population around the world stood at 16 million (to this day, our population still hasn’t recovered). Just six years later, the global Jewish population had dwindled to 10 million. Three years later, the Arabs, outnumbering Jews about a million to one, were threatening to carry out another genocide against the very same people.
Of the Israeli casualties during the 1948, about one third were Holocaust survivors. Many were also Jewish refugees from elsewhere in the Middle East, as the Arab countries expelled some 850,000 Jews from their homes in retaliation for the 1948 war. No country in history has ever had to absorb as many refugees proportional to its total population as Israel did, in such a short amount of time. Because of this, conditions in Israel were dire, with an economy on the brink of collapse and food shortages. This picture is the opposite of that of a powerful foreign empire coming to conquer.
THE SIN OF MORAL EQUIVALENCE
Both the Jews and Arabs — including, yes, Palestinian Arabs — were responsible for expulsions and massacres during the 1948 war. In many cases, events described as “massacres” were actually battles between the two opposing parties. All of this, of course, happened within the context of a war. Framing it otherwise is a blatant distortion of the facts of history. 
Palestinians were not expelled from their homes because of their identities as Arabs or Palestinians; in the cases in which they were expelled, this occurred within the context of the Jewish paramilitaries and later the Israeli army battling with a hostile village, though, of course, innocents were caught in the crossfire and suffered the consequences. Any attempt to frame it as persecution of Palestinians on the basis of them being Palestinian is to try to draw a moral equivalence to the Holocaust, a crime which was entirely unrelated to the German war effort during World War II; in fact, the Nazi extermination campaign of Jews at times hindered the war objectives. The Nazis persecuted Jews because they were Jews, not because they were members of a hostile nation during wartime. 
“Nakba,” just like “Shoah,” the Hebrew word for Holocaust, means “catastrophe.” Constantin Zureiq, the Syrian intellectual who coined the term “Nakba,” described the Nakba not as the tragedy of the displacement of Palestinians, but rather, as the tragedy that “seven Arab states declare[d] war in an attempt to subdue Zionism, then stop[ped] impotent before it, and return[ed] on their heels.” 
The catastrophe, according to Zureiq himself, was notthat innocent people had been displaced from their homes, but that the Arabs had lost the war that they started. 
ERASURE OF ARAB ATROCITIES IN 1948
The anti-Israel crowd depicts the 1948 war as a case of an oppressor (Israel) versus the oppressed (Palestine). In reality, there was was a victor (Israel) and a loser (Palestine), with both sides committing war crimes. As far as who started the war, there is absolutely no question that the Arabs were the aggressors. As always, the true victims of the war were the innocent civilians.
The anti-Israel narrative consistently ignores the Arab atrocities that very much shaped Zionist morale during the 1948 war. The Arabs besieged 100,000 Jews in Jerusalem, depriving them of food and water, and destroying all relief trucks en route to the city. In fact, it was this siege that, four months into the war, prompted the Zionists to go from the defensive to the offensive, and subsequently led to the expulsions and massacres of Palestinians. 
Though the Arabs ended up conquering few Jewish communities, those communities that they did conquer suffered from expulsions and massacres. For example, on December 30, 1947, Arab mobs lynched 39 Jews in Haifa. On April 13, 1948, the Arabs attacked a Hadassah Hospital medical convoy, killing 79 people, mostly patients, doctors, and nurses, and burning most of them beyond recognition. On May 13, 1948, 157-220 Jews were murdered, many execution-style, by the Jordanian and Palestinian Arab forces in Kfar Etzion, with at least one attempted rape documented. When Jordan expelled the entire Jewish population of East Jerusalem, 600 Jews were murdered. The Arab forces also decapitated and paraded the heads of Jewish soldiers, disemboweled pregnant Jewish women, mutilated and dismembered Jewish women and prisoners of war, and more. 
The Palestinian Arabs were not the pure innocent victims of the war. They were the losers of the war. Those are two different things. 
Notably, while Israel has declassified many of its 1948 archives, the Arab countries have not and probably never will. As such, the historiography of 1948 is inherently biased, and the true extent of the atrocities the Arabs committed against the Jews might never be known.
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THE EVOLUTION OF NAKBA MEMORY
About 750,000 Palestinians were displaced in 1948. Of these 750,000 refugees, 100,000 or so of wealthy means left Palestine before any documented expulsions. The majority of Palestinian refugees of the war, as is usual during wartime, fled out of fear, with many fleeing their villages before the Jewish forces even captured them. About 5 percent of Palestinians were actively forcibly expelled by the Jewish forces, while some 10 percent were evacuated or encouraged to leave by the Arab forces and/or the British. 
Without downplaying the pain of displacement, it’s really important to note that, unfortunately, every war produces refugees. What happened to Palestinians was sadly not unique. Yet Israel-detractors frame it as such to characterize Israel’s founding, and therefore, its entire existence, as uniquely evil and unjustifiable. If Israel was born out of sin, then Israel’s entire existence is a sin, and therefore, the moral thing to do would be to destroy it. 
As mentioned, the originator of the term “Nakba,” Constantin Zureiq, was describing the Arab military defeat, not a campaign of ethnic cleansing against the Palestinian people. 
Since then, however, the story of the Nakba has been distorted to completely de-emphasize the actual circumstances of the displacement, the genocidal war that the Arabs started.
The allusions to the Holocaust are intentional, beginning with the choice to use the word “Nakba,” a direct translation of the Hebrew word for “Holocaust,”  “Shoah.” In reality, the Nakba and the Holocaust have absolutely nothing in common; a more apt comparison would be the Greek-Turkish population exchange of 1923 or the Hindu-Muslim population exchange during the Partition of India in 1947. But nothing could possibly delegitimize the Jewish state more than comparing the Jewish state to the Jews’ worst historic oppressors. In fact, many Palestinian writers, such as Edward Said, even depicted themselves as the ultimate victims of the Nazis (despite the Palestinian leadership’s alliance with Nazi Germany). 
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let me tattoo this onto my forehead because people love putting words in my mouth: not a single word in this post is excusing, justifying, denying, or supporting any atrocities committed in 1948. Read that sentence again, please. groups like Hamas attack Israel because they believe that Israel is an illegitimate entity that must be wiped from the map at all costs. This idea rests on the premise that the State of Israel could only come into being through an act so egregious, so inhumane, that it has rendered Israel’s entire foundation, and thus, its entire existence, unacceptable. THAT’s why it’s important to address this distortion and weaponization of history. I’m not writing this to minimize the suffering of Palestinians.
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klapollo-week · 6 months ago
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We’re gonna use this form to hear what kind of prompts that YOU all would like to see this year, as well as to decide when Klapollo Week 2024 should take place! Like we’ve done in previous years, the mods will select around 75 different ideas and then you’ll get to select your top 15 ideas from that group. So please, if you can, try to come up with more than one prompt idea to submit! To make it more fun, please try also to not recycle ideas from last year. It’s a lot more enjoyable when each prompt is new!
Please, if you can, reblog and share this form cross-platform, so we can get as many different ideas as possible.
Voting will close July 19, 2024, at 11:59 PM USA CST.
Thanks for your participation, and we’ll see you all soon!
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