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Zoro x Fem Reader Japanese mythology AU NSFW! S/O is a selfless and gentle shrine maiden who helps others despite never receiving payment. She’ll help any stranger out, whether it’s cooking for them, offering them a place to stay for the night, healing, etc. Demons often bring havoc to the world and one of S/O’s duties is exorcising them. Sacrifices are often given to the King of Hell to keep the demons at bay, and S/O is chosen as a sacrifice. Could you make S/O a total cinnamon roll too?

OKAY I'M SORRY THIS TOOK FOR FREAKIN EVER. I just kept writing and writing and it turned out to be multi-chapter, and I'm almost done with the whole work, so here's the first bit. I'm not the most impressed with my work in the beginning but maybe eventually I'll edit it. I love this idea so much and RESPECTFULLY on my knees for demon king Zoro 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ I have also never written this au before so thank you for the challenge! (But I LOVE Inuyasha so I was influenced a bit from that)

🍶WC: almost 5k (4,955)

TW's: gore, blood (bleeding and drinking blood), betrayal, drugged (ish?) injuries, pain.

If you can't read the gore/betrayal but still want to read the chapters, there will be a summary at the end. Stop reading at "You dare question our decision, shrine maiden?" and continue after "Oi... up" a deep voice floated through the darkness of your unconsciousness.

Chapter 1: Betrayal and Blood

You wiped the sweat from your brow, huffing. You ran a cloth over the blade, cleaning the dark blood from the metal, shivering at the touch of it. Despite routinely exorcising demons, you could never get over having to slice and injure a living being. You knew those creatures did nothing but evil, but feeling the slice of the blade pierce their bones and flesh... you hated it. You sheathed your sword, looking around you. The demons always faded into black smoke and ash when they died, leaving you, luckily, without a mess to clean up. Well. A body to dispose of. Blood still splashed over the ground, staining it black. You sighed. You needed to purify the blood, lest it spawned into an evil spirit.

You grabbed your blessed water, dousing the blood stains with it. The dirt path turned to mud at your actions, but at least no evilness would linger here. After completing that task, you stretched up, groaning. Your wide, white and red wide sleeves tumbled down to reveal your bare arms to the dark, early morning air. You breathed deeply, satisfied with your work.

The trek back to the temple where you resided was long, but beautiful. You admired the sunrise as it occurred, tired feet stumbling over tree roots or rocks as you watched the sprouting purples, pinks, and oranges that lead to the golden light of morning.

You rounded the final corner to the temple and were surprised to find a figure standing at the front gate. Normally you didn't get visitors, if any, until the afternoon or in the evening. You lived basically in the middle of nowhere.

"Hello? May I help you with something?" you called gently. It wasn't uncommon for weary travelers to seek shelter or warmth, but it was odd it was this early in the morning. They must've been traveling all night. The figure turned at the sound of your voice. A jolt of shock clanged down your spine. A Priest of the High Order. You immediately knelt before him and lowered your forehead to the ground, cushioned by the backs of your hands. Your heart was pounding, mind spinning with surprise. What was one of the highest ranking priests doing here?

"High Priest. May I ask what brings you to this humble establishment?"

"I have heard much about you. Raise your head. Let me look at you" he spoke. You sat up slowly, tilting your head upwards but averting your eyes. Cold fingers gripped your chin, moving your head side to side. He let you go and stepped back.

"Hm. Now open the gate please. It's rather cold this morning and these old bones are aching" he said with a withered smile.

You scrambled up, fumbling in your long robes for the key to the front gate.

"Of course! I can get some tea brewed while I cook a meal. I'm sorry I don't have much, but it will be warm. I have many blankets you may use while you're here as well" you rambled, finally getting the key in the lock and opening the gate. The words came easy to you, having said it to all those who approached your doors in search of shelter. You meant it. You didn't need much at all, only the necessities. You liked living a simple life, but you purchased a variety of clothing, blankets, healing items, and extra food with your pension regularly. You even accepted such donations from the townspeople when you made the trip. All of it was for the travelers or those less well off and in need of such items.

You ushered in the High Priest, closing the gate behind you, and offered your arm for him to grab hold of. The main path lead to a large, beautiful shrine that you were tasked to take care of as a shrine maiden. You lived in the small temple nearby, but the path to the temple could be hazardous with its loose stones and other tripping hazards that lined it- especially to someone with aching bones. Sure, he was a High Priest, but he was also an old man who was aching from the cold. He wrapped a freezing hand around your arm, and you let him guide your pace.

"Please, watch out for that stone. It's a little wobbly" you said, pointing to a stone in the path. The Priest nodded, avoiding it. The two of you reached the front door. You tore off the hidden piece of paper that acted as a ward and slid open the door for your guest.

"Impressive ward" he muttered. You blushed at the praise. It was one you used whenever you had to go out to exorcise a demon. It let those who had pure intentions to look for shelter, food, water, or simply out of innocent curiosity, enter. Those who saw the empty temple as an opportunity for evil or dubious intentions could not get past the path, constantly transported back to the beginning of the walkway when they tried to open the door. Of course, only if they managed to get past the locked gate.

The Priest had entered the temple, removing his shoes and shuffling slowly towards the small hearth sunk into the floor in the middle of the room. You quickly kicked off your own shoes and scrambled to offer him pillows to sit on and multiple blankets. He accepted them graciously, and you helped him sit on the pillows. You quickly started the fire, opening the high, slotted windows to let the smoke flow out, and filled the suspended pot with water. You searched through your food.

You didn't have much, but you could make a simple, filling soup. You grimaced, wishing you had something better to offer the old man, especially since he was held in such regard. While in the closet that housed your cooking supplies and food, you spooned tea leaves into a tea pot and brought it with you to the hearth. You tucked the outer blanket on the priest tighter against his body.

"The water should heat soon for tea. I can make some rice and soup... or... well... I'm sorry, I don't have much more to offer. The demons have been coming through more often, so I haven't had the time to go into town to restock" you said regretfully. The priest studied you for a moment, looking at you with eyes dark with shadows casted by the deep crevices of wrinkles.

"Humph. So they have."

Silence fell between the two of you. You couldn't tell if the priest was thinking or sleeping, but either way, you didn't want to disrupt him. His face was tilted down, eyes on his lap. You shifted your white and red robes, waiting patiently until the water was hot enough to make tea. You gripped the pot with a towel, pouring it into the teapot, and placed it back on the hook hanging from the ceiling. You stood and gathered the ingredients for the soup and rice from the closet, making your way back to the fire rather quickly. The tea was ready, so you served it, pouring the Priest's cup first. You paused to take a sip, reveling in the warmth held in your hands. The priest loudly slurped from his cup.

"Good tea" he said. You smiled.

"Thank you."

You continued to go about preparing the meal, taking care to not let your wide sleeves get caught in the fire. It was done about a quarter of an hour later, during which the priest obviously warmed up if his snoring was any indication to go by.

"High Priest" you said quietly. He awoke with a jolt and a snort, looking at you. You smiled gently.

"The food is ready if you wish to eat"

He grunted, looking at the bowls held in your hands. He took them without comment and began to eat. You settled into your own seat and began eating as well. Hot, filling meals always hit the spot after a night full of exorcising demons. It was easy on the stomach and made you sleepy. It was perfect. The pair of you ate in silence only broken by slurping and chewing. You finished your meal first, and sat quietly as the priest finished his.

"Good food" he commented gruffly. Apparently that was his way of complimenting things. You smiled.

"I'm glad it was to your needs" you replied, taking his bowls. He grunted.

You washed the dishes, humming a small tune under your breath. Before long, you returned to the central area. You took your seat across from the hearth, eyeing the High Priest. He was staring into the fire thoughtfully.

"High Priest?" you said quietly.

"Hm?"

You hesitated a little, but you needed to know.

"It's not that I'm not honored to see you. I am... I just... Why did you come all the way out here?"

His wrinkled eyes flicked up to yours. He sighed.

"There have been reports of you, you know" he started. You cocked your head.

"Reports? Have I been unsatisfactory in any way?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Your selflessness and dedication is the reason why we kept you out here. We at the High Order know we can trust you. Lately, in cities and rural areas alike there have been reports of corrupt shrine maidens and lower ranking priests and priestesses. It's difficult for us to catch and replace the corrupted who are in rural areas, especially high traffic ones like this.

"Technically, as I'm sure you're aware, slaying and exorcising demons is not part of a shrine maiden's job. But you began doing it without being asked to. I recognize part of your training was learning how to, but that was only for emergencies.

"But getting back to the point, more and more demons have been coming through to our world. They are corrupting us slowly. We need to take drastic action before it is too late."

You sat quietly, listening. You couldn't figure out what exactly you were feeling. The priest sighed.

"We... the high order I mean... decided we need to try a sacrifice"

"A sacrifice?" you questioned, "Why? To who?"

He held a withered hand up to stem your curiosity.

"We need a sacrifice to the Demon King"

Your heart skipped a beat with fear at the name. You swallowed down your reaction, taking a beat to calm yourself as you stared into the fire.

"What will you sacrifice? It would have to be a big one to satisfy the Demon King."

"We have decided the sacrifice will be one of our greatest weapon- a powerful, legendary sword that once belonged to a great demon general. It cannot be wielded by humans, as it brings tragedy quickly to the user."

You nodded in understanding. It would be a blow to the order if the Demon King had a sword that powerful. Rumor was that the current king used more than two swords at the same time. But the sword was at headquarters, not here. You rose your confused gaze to the priest, mouth opening to form a question, but he cut you off.

"I know it's not here. I came here for the other sacrifice."

You blinked. The shrine you protected held a legendary spear, but it wasn't nearly as powerful as the sword the priest was offering to the king. Was that what this was about?

"The spear? It's not nearly as power-"

"You."

You stared at him. Your body felt far away but you felt your heart thudding in your chest.

"M-Me?"

"You."

You took in a shuddering breath. You didn't believe him, but you couldn't exactly question a High Priest's decisions. But you could ask for an explanation.

"Why me? Surely the king of demons would want someone more powerful?"

"You are powerful. You've been our secret weapon for years. You've been spreading goodness to travelers entering our nation, or those coming home. This strengthens them against corruption or possession by demons. You've single handedly been protecting a major road to our country, strengthening those who pass through against demon attacks. At least for a while.

"You also make wards that are beyond the scope of the weakest member of the High Order. We kept you in the dark about this and kept you as a shrine maiden to protect this knowledge from demons."

You stared at him in disbelieving shock. You've simply been doing your job, which you loved doing. You had no idea you were strengthening the people that passed through here against corruption and possession. Sure, you knew the link between state of mind and vulnerability to demons, but never thought that you would be the cause of it.

"So... because of that... I'm a sacrifice?"

"You're a sacrifice to show the Demon King that we're serious about making peace, or at least a truce"

You sat there quietly, a storm whipping your thoughts into a frenzy.

"When?"

"Tonight."

"That's too soon. What about the travelers? They'll come for shelter but won't have food! The town is too far away for people to come restock it with food, blankets and clothing..." You trailed off as a wave of cold power pierced your senses. Your gaze traveled fearfully towards the priest. He stared at you, glaring. His eyes were milky with age, but held the clarity of desperate anger. You flinched.

"You dare question our decision, shrine maiden?" he spat, standing suddenly. All traces of previous frailness was gone, and you even questioned if he was faking before. He took a step towards you threateningly, "You may have power but you will not be of this world soon. You dare question our commitment to those you have fought to protect? Stupid little girl. You're only a sacrifice because we have heard reports of your beauty and kindness. It would be a slap in the face to the King of Demons." Power rolled off him in waves, making you shiver with cold and fright.

Your eyes widened at his harsh words, scooting back in retreat as he approached you. An evil grin twisted his thin lips, wrinkles deepening around his eyes to shadow them.

"Y-You said..." you stuttered. You froze as you felt presences destroying your outer wards.

"I know what I said, girl. Now stand. It's time."

You couldn't move. Your body was frozen with grief, betrayal, and fear. You heard footsteps on the roof and on the porch outside. Surrounded.

"J-just let me write a letter to the townspeople" you managed to whimper. The priest snorted, then spat at your feet.

"I said get up." He started towards you, but the front door slammed open, stopping his movements with the sound.

"Now now. Let's not be hasty. This is an important road. Travelers come through all the time. With this bitch gone, we'd have more possessions on our hands, but the townspeople can take over her work. We'll make sure she won't reveal anything else" the smooth saccharine voice reasoned. You swallowed and peeked around the High Priests robes. A woman leaned against the doorway, picking at her sharp nails. You couldn't see her face with the daylight streaming in from behind her. The priest rolled his eyes and made a face.

"You have one minute" he said, dismissing you. You quickly bolted to your writing supplies stored in the corner of the room. Ink nearly spilled as you hastily unrolled parchment and used the brush to scribble a note. The priest strolled over to you with heavy footsteps.

"That'll do" he said. You stopped writing. It was a simple note, stating that you suddenly had to leave, you weren't sure if you would ever be back, and to please continue to offer weary travelers with food, shelter, clothes, and blankets. You placed the brush down.

You didn't dare look up at the priest, knowing if you did, your expression would betray your emotions. That was a mistake. You missed the priests quick movements leading to a sudden blow to your ribs sent you flying across the room. Searing pain exploded on your side, and you coughed out a groan.

"Don't damage the sacrifice, priest" the woman drawled without sparing you a glance.

"She'll be fine. She fights demons all the time" the old man dismissed. You laid on the floor in shock. Hair covered your face, hiding the tears brimming in your eyes. He walked towards you. "Get up" he spat. Your body followed his instructions, cradling your injured ribs. Your mind was numb, spinning with the betrayal. A hand gripped your hair harshly, and you cried out at the pain. Nails dug into your scalp, drawing blood.

"Let's go. It's time" the woman hissed in your ear. She reeked of tobacco. She dragged your helpless body out of the temple, down the broken path, and hauled you towards the shrine. You held onto her hand gripping her hair, futilely trying to ease the pain in your scalp. She slammed your face into the dirt once she reached the area in front of the shrine.

"Ready?" came another voice from the side of you.

"Yeah. She's bleeding already so just get some blood from her head for it" the woman said casually. You were dizzy. Something scraped through your hair and on your scalp, collecting blood.

"Perfect. Got the demon heart?"

"Right here, my lord."

"Lets start. The power of the morning sun is almost at its peak, and this blasted ceremony takes all day."

Your arms were pulled behind you, and you wriggled in defiance. The last thing you remember was the sound of someone sucking their teeth and the sound of skin on skin.

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"With the power of the midday sun... Demon... Shall be..." your head lolled slightly as you heard the words. You moaned a little at the throbbing pain clanging through your body. A hand pried your slack jaw apart before pouring bitter liquid down your throat. You choked, trying to spit it out, but the hand clamped your jaw shut while another massaged your throat. You had no choice but to swallow, before falling back into unconsciousness.

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"With the power of the evening sun the Demon King... sacrifice... unto thee". You breathed deeply, wincing as your ribs protested. A guttural moan escaped your chest.

"Damn, again? She should be asleep for two damn days with the amount she's drank" a voice hissed to your left.

"What can you do? She's powerful. It's your turn to open her jaw while I pour" another voice answered on your right. You clenched your jaw. A hand gripped your face, pushing your cheeks against your teeth roughly.

"She's resisting"

"Of course she is! She's awake. Now open her fuckin mouth"

Your jaw finally gave into the pressure, parting your lips and opening your mouth. The last thing you remember was more bitter liquid being poured into your mouth.

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"Oi... up" a deep voice floated through the darkness of your unconsciousness.

"OI! Wake up!" Rough hands shook your shoulder, causing shooting pain though your ribs. You let out a sharp sound at the pain.

"Shit. You hurt?"

"Ribs. hurt." you slurred. You blinked open your eyes, but your vision was swimming. You were somehow upright, and you tried to rub your eyes. Your hands were bound behind you with what felt like metal. You groaned, memories slowly coming back to you. Betrayal. Your brow scrunched and you blinked a few times, trying to steady your vision. You were tied to a stake. Hundreds of pieces of paper littered the ground around you, forming a large circle. Each paper had a swirled design on it, but you were too out of it to try to decipher it. Your gaze finally landed on the man in front of you.

Well. Man was a strong word. Green hair, horns, and fangs were all features you catalogued before a new wave of dizziness struck you, making your head fall down.

"Okay let's get you out of here. This has gone on fucking long enough"

Rough hands snapped the metal restraining your wrists, and hauled you into his arms. You at least were conscious enough to know now that this man definitely wasn't human, but he was kind to you. You were also too weak and drugged to fight. He cradled you with one arm under your shoulders and another under your knees. Your head rested against his muscled shoulder.

"Let's go. Luffy- I'm counting on you" you heard and felt the words rumble from his chest. You heard the affirmation from yet another male voice, but black clouded your vision before your eyes found him.

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You woke again to bright, white lights. They were floating above the bed, illuminating the small room. Your head hurt and you were groggy, but it was somewhat tolerable. You took a moment to ground yourself, reaching out with your senses. You were laying on something soft, covered with a crisp cotton. A blanket covered you, and a soft pillow supported your head and neck. The walls were made of a white stone. You felt bandages around your torso and head. You tried to sigh, but flinched and grunted at the pain ricocheting in your chest.

"Are you awake?" a child-like voice spoke from beside your bed. You turned your head, scrunching your brow in pait at the pull on the scabs on your scalp. A small, furry creature sat on a high stool. He looked at you with big, dark eyes, a snout protruded slightly from his face, ending with a blue nose. Wide horns erupted from his head, poking through his hat with a white X on it.

You thought you were hallucinating, but it would be rude to not reply.

"Yes"

"Good! How's the pain?"

"Uh. The scabs on my head kind of hurt and I have a headache, and my ribs hurt when I breathe too deep but that's it."

"Hmmm. That's to be expected. The amount of demon blood they made you drink would have put a normal person into a week-long coma. You've only been out for a day. Probably because... uh.." The horned creature trailed off, looking to the side almost bashfully. He hopped off the stool and padded over to the other side of the room, grabbing a strange medical instrument.

"Can I do a checkup?" he asked, hopping back onto the stool. You tried to nod but winced with the movement.

"Sure" you replied quietly.

He pulled back your blankets to your waist, and it was only then did you realize you were not wearing anything on your torso besides the bandages. Your face heated quickly at the immodesty of it, and you instinctively brought your arms up to cover your chest. The creature pulled back, surprised.

"S-sorry. Just. I didn't realize I wasn't wearing anything."

"Oh. It's okay. We can get you something to wear after this checkup, okay?"

You held your arms there for a second, but slowly let them fall back to the bed.

"Did you give me any medicine that would make me hallucinate? Because right now I see you as a little furry creature, kind of like a deer with a blue nose and a hat."

"No, I didn't give you any medicine that is making you hallucinate. While it isn't uncommon to hallucinate while under the effects of demon blood, you're not currently hallucinating" he clarified, holding the odd instrument to your bandaged chest. He put his ear against the small end and seemed to be listening to your heart.

I'm not hallucinating? How... what... I was... just... How can he be real? you thought. Panic was beginning to take over you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! You're safe" the doctor tried to sooth you, obviously noticing your rapid breathing and quickening heart rate. You sat up suddenly, ignoring the searing pain from the movement in your ribs. You had to get out of here. You needed to go... where? Where am I?

The door across from the foot of your bed slammed open, a large figure filling the doorway. You squeaked in fright, shooting backwards on the bed, ignoring the burning that accompanied the movement. Green hair, claws, fangs, and rippling muscles filled your vision. Your mind screamed danger.

"Oi."

At the sound of his voice, you felt a throbbing on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You hissed at the sensation, but a wave of calm washed over you.

"You're safe. You're hurt, but Chopper is a great doctor. You're in the realm of demons, but you're not in any danger here."

You studied him. Black horns protruded from his forehead, curving only slightly over his short, wavy green hair. Long, pointed ears stuck out from the sides of his head. He was tanned. One eye had a scar over it, and he kept it closed. The other eye was a piercing silver, scanning your form as if in search of other injuries. When he spoke earlier, you caught the glint of fangs.

Your gaze traveled down to his well-muscled neck and shoulders, landing on a diagonal scar that started on his left pec and traveled towards his opposite hip. It was covered partially by a green haramaki wrapped around his waist. A long, dark green robe hung from his shoulders, closed only at his lower hips. You saw three katana scabbards hanging from the cloth belt closing the robe, and his large hand rested on the hilts. Short claws adorned his fingertips. He wore loose black trousers, but was barefoot, revealing matching claws on his toes.

"Who are you?" you asked hesitantly. The man hesitated before answering.

"Call me Zoro."

As you heard his name, you felt like something missing from your soul fell into place. You furrowed your brow at the feeling, skeptical.

"Zoro... you saved me."

He froze at the words, gaze shifting into a questioning one as he found the furry doctor.

"I didn't tell her! She's talking about when you were at the shrine"

"Tell me what?"

This was the second time the doctor mentioned something he obviously wasn't supposed to talk about.

The demon in front of you sighed, running a hand over his hair.

"Can I sit?" he asked, nodding towards your bed. You nodded, but suddenly realized you were still dressed rather immodestly. You snatched the blankets up to your chin. The furry doctor took this as his cue to leave the room, and he closed the door behind him. Zoro sat on the end of the bed, facing you and bringing one leg up to the mattress while letting the other dangle off the side.

"Look. There's no easy way to say this. You're my mate. Temporarily at least."

You stared at him. Mate? What did that even mean? Were you two friends now?

"Mate? Like... friends?"

"No, being a mate means being like a couple. But in this case, you don't have to do anything like that. I've claimed you as mine to keep you safe from other demons - You're not the first sacrifice to me, ya know. Its temporary until you heal and decide what you want to do."

You sat silently, absorbing the information and how it fit into your memories of what happened.

"I was sacrificed to you?"

"Yep"

"... but I was a sacrifice to the Demon King."

"Yep"

"...you're the Demon King?!" your shout of revelation made your head hurt and rib twinge, and you grimaced in pain.

"I'm the Demon King that humans know about, yes"

You blinked at him, shocked. He fiddled with the handles of his swords.

"But... but you're protecting me. You saved me and helped me."

He looked at you, crossing his arms. His cheeks looked pink. Cute.

"I did. You were betrayed by your own kind. You're powerful, so you managed to live after drinking so much demon blood, or at least live without turning fully into a demon."

The reminder shot ice through your veins and you froze. You looked down, tears brimming your eyes.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"To all of it. Why are the demons showing up more? Why was I sacrificed? Why did they say I was powerful? Why did you save me? Why do you need to mark me to keep me safe from other demons? What do you mean by turned fully demon? Why-" you broke off as your throat closed with a sob.

"Oi Oi. I can only answer some of those questions, but only when you're ready. For now you need rest." He stood from the bed, walking closer to you. Tears dripped down your face, staining the blanket beneath you with dark splotches. He made a show of moving to touch you, and when you didn't move away, he finally placed a hand on your shoulder. Your body reacted before your mind. You gripped his arm and moved it so you were gently hugging it to your chest. You let your face fall into the warm tan skin of his muscled arm and cried. You felt the bed dip and the arm shift out of your grip as he wrapped you in a gentle hug. He stayed silent, letting you sob and scream as you gripped his jacket.

You stayed like that for maybe a half hour, waves of sobs wracking your body. It was only when your head was pounding with stabbing pain and it hurt to breathe did you lay back down on the mattress. The last thing you remember is Zoro helping you lay down before unconsciousness welcomed you back gracefully.

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Summary of gore/betrayal- so you were chosen as a sacrifice basically as a slap in the face to the King of Demons, being kind and strong (spoiler: it didn't work). You were basically beat up and drugged with demon blood that made you unconscious. You were strong and resistant to the drug though so they kept having to make you drink it, and honestly you should've been unconscious for days with the amount they forced you to drink. The ceremony took all day/evening and at night Zoro eventually came through to your world and you passed out in his arms when he saved you. He left Luffy to take care of the 'bad guys'.

[radicalgator]

Weren't expecting two! days of monsters but here we are. Another monster from the realm of death and shadows, a sorta of golem of flesh that seeks out entities its master deems in need of torture.

[alumbianchronicler]

And Another Ecto-Implosion Fic!

Skin, Bones, and Sinew

Danny got hit by an experimental GIW weapon intended to disrupt ghost's ability to remain invisible, essentially anchoring them into reality.

Forced to flee when Huntress targets him while unable to stay invisible as Phantom, he makes a drastic decision. Unfortunately, the weapon seems to have a slightly different effect on his human form...

A fic for the wonderful art by @macygracie, which can be found here (and embedded in the fic)!

[grimlock333]

Fantastic Planet 1973 DUBBED REMASTERED 1080p

If you have never seen this movie and are a g/t fan you should try it.

[justarandomsimp77]

I Use This Original Villain For ALMOST All Of My Stories! He Is A Parasite That Is Just As Powerful, If Not More Than A God. So Kawaii!

Anyways, Here Is The Sketch:

Here Is The Final Design:

And Here Is The Final Design In The Darkness:

And Yes. On His Face IS An Eye, But His Eyelids Have Teeth. Bloody Teeth.

[painful-pooch]

Pesanta's Lycan Troubles

Okay, so there's this project I have been working on snce 2017, and I wanted to show that even though I don't write much publically, that I am constantly writing and planning out stuff. This universe is set on the planet Tellus in a country named Pharus. Essentially, after a war happened, the supernatural began going rampant and in order to stop it, Pharus had to start up a secret organization called The Order of the Hound. This is in the point of view of Knight Captain Pesanta, his real name being Arvidan Lorentzen.

Oshana is an allied country and can be more closely compared to a middle eastern style country.

Aldrose and Artas are both cities in Pharus.

Now in order to not get confused, there are things known as Categrories, which basically is like how difficult could it be to take on a beast/supernatural creature. Category 1 is the easiest and Category 5 is the highest, and then there are Sires, which are insanely intelligent and powerful creatures that can kill towns easily on their own. Sires can be capable of speech outside of human form ie; Lycan or a Shape Shifter. If you have any questions, you can go ahead and ask haha.

I am gonna tag some people I think could like this: @abstractmarshmallow, @noirineverysense

CWs: Supernatural, POC whump, mentions of death and blood, some gore, children infected, mentions of murder, gun violence, Lycans, and some horror aspects.

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Nine Years Ago

Pesanta was still on the hunt for the very Sires that dared to make their identities known to The Order over a year ago. It was easier for him to go alone than to put anyone else at risk, and he was thankful Mara had let him go forth with such a heavy task. For a price. He just prayed that he could come home in one piece so that he can do sentry duty for however long he had to as punishment for his tenacity.

He finally had made it to a small village in the outskirts of Pharus, near the border, when something struck him as odd. He was only using the village as a marker to make sure he didn’t stray far from the leads he already had, but something was very wrong. He stepped off the horse he was using thanks to the Order sentry point he had passed a few days ago. Plato was the name of the horse, a beautiful Oshanese bred animal that can run upwards to 50 miles per hour, or so the breeders advertised. He tied Plato to a tree branch he was certain that Plato could break free from if something were to go wrong.

Pesanta adjusted his gauntlets and chest piece, having gone forward and donning the Order dress uniform. It concealed him in the night, and he wasn’t going to fight any creatures unless it was a life-or-death scenario. He took in a deep breath, smelling the air to see if anything stood out to him. His senses were on high alert when the smell of rusted iron was registered in his mind. The scent of rusted iron can be a sign of cation iron, which blood has due to the iron humans have in their systems. The rusted smell can only happen when blood has been introduced to oxygen for a prolonged period, which can only mean that someone has bled out. Or has been killed and has been laying about for a while. It couldn’t have been long since there was no scent of rotting flesh. That means the possible attack that could have been caused the smell of blood happened within the hour.

Pesanta knew he should radio back to the sentry point, but he still had to investigate before making that call. He didn’t need to raise the alarms too soon and cause for the Knights to be displaced when they could be utilized in another area for a true emergency.

He patted Plato on the side of his neck and rubbed him, the horse making small sounds of happiness and distress, his nose already sensing the scent of possible death. “It’s okay, Plato. Shhhh. I’ll be back in no time at all.” With that, Pesanta removed the shotgun with silver slugs readied up in the chamber, clipping it to his back for quick access later. His pistol was at his hip and his blessed blade was on the opposite side of his forearm guard, ready to release with a technique learned long ago. He treaded quietly along the pebbles and dirt to the village walls, his hand against the wooden gate, slick with what he knows to be a concoction of holy water and anointing oil. Anointing oil was a mix of equal parts cinnamon, calamus, cassia, and myrrh, in olive oil, which has shown to be a good repellent to keep the supernatural forces away. There was now a scent that made Pesanta sick to his stomach, and it made him realize that no mater what was used on the gates and walls, it was going to counteract it.

“Fennel… and Coriander? Burnt? What the hell were they thinking? You never burn those two… Even burning one or the other is enough to attract the foulest of-“

A scream cut off gutturally stopped his train of thought and he immediately pushed open the gate, his heart hardening and his soul trying not to crack. There was no sign of life because everyone was dead, their throats ripped out and the look of fear on their faces, their eyes dim and glazed over, as though what they had seen was enough to send them to the next world. He took another step and there was a small squeak, a small toy beneath his foot. He bent over to pick it up, wiping away the dust and the footprint on it, thankful that the blood hadn’t yet soaked the small teddy bear. He wanted to return it to the original owner, but he couldn’t spot a child around, which grew anxiety within him. He pulled out his communicator, his voice calm and collected as it should be. A Knight should never let their fear get to them.

“Pesanta to Sentry, I am requesting reinforcements to my location. Signs of a Category 4 or above at the works currently. Can’t make a definitive call on the creature. A small village has been wiped out and ransacked. I am going to keep investigating to find any survivors,” his voice came out with an air of seriousness and haste in them.

A few moments go by without anything as Pesanta went deeper into the village, his eyes locking onto a schoolhouse nearby and cautiously making his way to it when the communicator crackled to life. “Sentry to Pesanta, we heard your distress call, and we are sending a team out there immediately. ETA is about forty-five minutes via helicopter. Are you going to be okay?”

Pesanta looked up at the clear sky, the stars and moons riddled about, both moons full, and his heart is racing at the thought of what the beasts could possibly be. If it was a beast. For all he knew so far, it could be a blood thirsty demon enacting out in a bout of revenge.

“Pesanta?”

“Yeah, sorry. I was thinking about what is going on here. ETA for forty-five minutes is fine. I am going to pursue this until you arrive to help. Pesanta out.”

With that, he slipped the communicator away and he smelled the air, the rank of burned fennel and coriander making him sick to his stomach. Someone burned it in the schoolhouse at some point that night, which attracted the creature… or creatures… to the village. And with that, the blood of many have been spilled that night, their blood seeping into the earthen crust of Tellus.

He grabs his blade and has it prepared in case anything happens and kicks the schoolhouse door open, glancing inside to seeing the foyer, surprised that he isn’t hit with the smell of iron, but rather something else. It’s not a scent he can describe, but it’s almost like a natural musk of pine and earth, but there’s no scent of iron, which bothers him more than anything. He still has the teddy bear in his other hand, and he hears the faint echo of a door hinge creaking, his head snapping in that direction. It’s an obvious trap, so he doesn’t want to walk in without ensuring his ass is covered.

He scans the room with what he calls his Knight’s intuition, trying to glean any hints of what he is truly dealing with. There were some claw marks along the edges and trims of the walls, which immediately eliminates a few of the creatures in his head. The smells he’s been getting from the very beginning have been telling that it’s not a vengeful spirit, but it’s something alive with a beating heart, and that only makes things worse. He sees a shadow and he spun on his heels, dropping the toy and replacing it with a pistol, his eyes narrowed and adjusting to the darkness. “Show yourself!” He roared angrily, his rage increasing by the second.

Then he sees a small child make their presence known, stepping into the light of the moon coming through the widow. “S-sir? Why are you aiming at me?” It was a small girl, her blonde hair glimmering almost. Her attire was a little tattered and she seemed under a whole lot of duress, but Pesanta had to continue with his protocols, his aim still not adjusting. “It’s for both our safety. Has anything been happening here tonight? You ought to have seen what happened outside. Are there others?” He asked, his awareness of his surroundings still heightened. “Uhm, well there was a lot of screaming and stuff, and I ran here because it’s safe. There’s more of us in th-the classroom,” she answered, sniffling and pointing to the door Pesanta was certain had creaked just a minute ago. “I see. Why are you running amuck in here then? Let’s get you back to safety. You sure there are classmates in that room?” Pesanta’s hair along the back of his neck rose and he held his breath when she nodded her head happily.

Something was wrong. Why wasn’t she sad or scared? She barely seemed bothered by the events that happened, the fact her parents may be dead, and by the idea that she could be all alone. He watched her walk over to pick up the toy, hugging it to her and running over to the classroom door, opening it up to reveal a group of kids, all huddled and staring up at Pesanta. “See? The nice doggy told us to stay in here and the bad dream will be over.”

His eyes widened at that, and he felt a shiver up his spine, swallowing back anything he had thought previously. “The dog, yeah? Just stay in here with your classmates then and I will look for the dog. Don’t be scared then. Back in the room. I am going to lock it just in case. I am bringing some friends here soon.” The kids barely argued with Pesanta and they went back to their seats, the windows showing the moons shining brightly above the forest. A child had looked up at the moons and bounced in their seat. “Soon we will be children of the Moon, the dog said! He even gave us playful kisses!” Pesanta stared in horror as the kid showed him the small gash at their wrist, thin black lines traveling up the veins in their arms and a hint of golden red in their eyes.

It was worse than he could have ever expected nor imagined. It was hell, and now he was going to have to find some way to save these kids if he could, but he had a mission to do. Reinforcements would be there soon. They can help him with the kids. He ran out of the room and shut it with a loud thud, locking it and using a special balm most Knights carry on their persons for events that needed an emergency blessing. He quickly scrawled in one of the Olden languages the phrase that keeps the door from being touched by a Lycan without harming them. That would now apply to the kids who are infected by it, and it keeps both threats in and out of the room. Pesanta heard the tell-tale sound of claws clicking against the tile, and he didn’t need to turn around to see what it was.

Without wasting a moment, Pesanta turned his gaze, and down the hall, claw marks finally made known to him across the walls and floor, stood a Lycan with a maw of dripping crimson. It bared its teeth at him, and its ears were pinned back as a sign of aggression, its eyes a pale gold that shone brighter when it stood under the moonlights’ rays. Something told him it wasn’t the Sire he was hunting for, but perhaps an underling, either a Category 4 or 5. He reached behind him slowly to grasp his shotgun when the creature growled at him, eyeing over at the classroom. “You aren’t hurting them,” Pesanta called out, gripping his shotgun tightly, but not yet revealing it to his adversary. “I am not letting you take anyone else, you foul beast. I know you are protecting your Sire, but I’ll find the bastard, and when I do, I will gut it and skin it’s hide off so I can place it on my wall!”

The Lycan snarled and bit at the air, the echoes making it sound louder than it truly was. It stood up fully, its hackles up and its stance wide, taking up the whole hallway before charging down at a speed faster than what a usual Lycan moves at. Pesanta whipped out his shotgun and fired repeatedly right at the chest of the creature, blood flying in all directions, the glass shattering, and the roars of pain sounding off in the whole school. When Pesanta was done unloading, he rolled out of the way, grabbing his blade and pistol once more, gritting his teeth as he realized that help won’t arrive before the end of the battle approaches. He must end it as quickly as possible. The Lycan was on the floor, getting up and shaking off the glass shards from the windows as Pesanta quickly put some of the balm he had used on the door previously, wiping it along the sliver blade. He only had one chance to use it right, and so he did what any sensible Knight would have done in his situation: he fucking ran down the other hallway, pushing himself to run at a speed he had used long ago to run away from another beast.

Each of his rushed steps sounded off, but it was easily drowned out by the howl of a Lycan now on the hunt, chasing after him, the snarls of a predator getting closer… and closer…

And even closer until Pesanta knew to leap forward, spin in the air so he landed on his back, and fired the pistol right in the eye, chest, and stomach of the beast as it over calculated its leap. The Lycan writhed on the floor and Pesanta unloaded as much as he could into the back of it, hoping it would be enough to incapacitate it long enough for the other team of Knights to arrive, if not actually having been able to kill it. As he was catching his breath and propping himself up onto his feet, staring at the demonic wolf humanoid with as much animosity as he could. “If you really knew better, you should be fucking dead by now, but now, you persist and evade death. You really want me dead, fucker, then come at me!”

He didn’t notice it until it was too late, but the Lycan pounced and just as Pesanta was able to step back, the Lycan’s claw had not only cut through his chest plate with ease, but its claws had managed to dig into his chest and wound him, making Pesanta scream and look down to see the blood seeping out of him. There was no way he was going to die without having taken down the Lycan.

He refused to let himself fall and die a simple death; there was too much at stake. Instead, he got back up, his breathing ragged as ever, blood pooling in his mouth to make him taste his own iron. “You have to do more than that…” He spat out, having only his blade on hand. The Lycan didn’t look so good either, dripping blood from multiple wounds and sizzling where the silver had embedded into its skin, yet it defied all the rules of nature and remained poised and regal in its depraved state. The Lycan approached Pesanta paw by paw, licking up the blood that the man had spilt and almost sinisterly grinning up at him, almost as though it reveled in it. Both the Lycan and Pesanta charged at one another, one screaming and roaring while the other snarled and howled, both crashing into one another and rolling around in a pool of blood.

Fifteen Minutes Later

The Sentry team had arrived to the village that Knight Captain Pesanta had on his communicator’s location tracker, and the smell of the area was now putrid and smokey, mostly due to the dead bodies all over and a large building – a school maybe- on fire. There in the village square, Knight Captain Pesanta sat on top what seemed to be a dead Lycan, a large one at that, and was sharpening his blade using the Lycan’s claws. The man looked gaunt and pale, his chest piece off and a wrapping around his chest, blood having soaked it, but all the other Knights didn’t need to know a thing. They kept their aim on him, and he looked up at them, his blue eyes, dead as ever, as he spoke softly, “I had to kill the kids in there. They all had Turned to the moons. I had to do it.” Beside him was a small teddy bear, drenched in blood and he looked at it, sighing and standing up with his hands above his head. “The Lycan scratched me with its claws, but I am positive I am not infected. Stick to the protocols though and take me to the nearest Order medical outpost. Bind me and keep an eye on my behavior. If I act out in anyway that is violent, shoot me in the head with a silver bullet and burn me with anointing oil and mistletoe.”

He finally ended up passing out on the air lift to the medical facility, but he was found to be clean of any Lycan disease and was released on a month-long break in which he stayed in the bars of Aldrose and Artas, drinking away his sorrows and praying he stop seeing the little girl that he had to kill in order to save her soul.

No one ever joked about his time there and if anyone ever did joke about a Lycan around him, they would see the same hatred in his eyes as he had shown the Lycan he now has pinned against his office wall.

[macawritesupdates]

Ahhh this is the first time for me to ask for a request but can't help with this idea who is eating my brain 😭 soo ah what about this sukuna wins and makes yuji his salve/wife or anything you want to write and he'll treat him badly like idk he might keeps megumi ( who doesn't like him and trying to find a way to kill him because the way he treats yuuji and because he is in love with our sunshine too) so he can compare them together and ofc he'll be gentle to megumi while he will be a totally an asshole to yuuji but in secret he's madly in love with him and only want his attention but doesn't know how to show it so he chooses this way and it leads yuuji to be completely destroyed and not return to how he was before, especially if megumi's presence with him was like a balm for his wounds, but after seeing how he was treated and how Sukuna preferred Megumi over him, he decided that nothing was worth living for, since he too had loved Sukuna one day, but after all this torment by the one who owns his heart one day he decides to never feel anything again, I don’t know how, but I trust your choice of his way to end his torment and lastly this might be the weird thing in this request but they will find a way to make it and end up happy together

Ik that's so weird but I love happy ending after heavy angst and I believe you are the best person who knows how to deliver a very sad story but turns it to very happy it's ok if you don't want to do it especially after reading my request again it start to look like a story more than a request 😭

Oh i forgot to add that but he too hates megumi and only tolerate with him because of yuuji so he thinks if he treat him kindly yuuji will get jealous and will try to fight him and by more attention to him ik this is stupid but he doesn't know how to show his feelings like normal people (From follow up ask to this one!)

I did my best as the idea for the angst here was super hard to bring to some really good fitting conclusion aahhhh....! I did my best but think the ending is still on the angst side ToT Was a lot of moving parts to capture in a one-shot, but I hope you enjoy regardless! >>CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: HOLLOW VICTORY<<

[jaradraws]

DISCLAIMER: the blood is a feature, not a bug 🩸☎️

[snakeguy999]

OFFTOBER DAY 2. Impurity

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Hey i saw your requests are open and i wanted to ask if you can make a law x reader with a devil fruit that makes them have the powers blue diamond had in Steven universe, if you haven’t watch it basically she can causes other people to cry when she cries out of sadness, and could also include how reader was forced to eat the fruit when she was young that was orders form doflamingo after her mom was kill right in front of her brutally and that only making the devil fruit more powerful and maybe this can be around the dressrosa arc with the straw hats (know thats a lot so its ok if you leave some stuff out )

Many thanks 💜💜

Hi hello! This is a challenge but I shall accept. I’ve never watched Stevens Universe, so I did a little research about the character. HOWEVER. This is my attempt, and I don't really like how it turned out, and it's really short. But I hope you enjoy!

☠ WC: 1079

Warnings: Flashbacks, trauma, reader hates Doflamingo, gore (body, torture, medical- the worst of it is in the first paragraph, which you can skip. Otherwise it's just a threat, and a medical learning experience (holding a brain)).

Coming back to Dressrosa was hard. Really hard. Even just walking through the streets where everything was poisoned with rose-colored lenses. Happiness and prosperity? It was a vile plague of fake memories. People would be disgusted like you if they knew the real Doflamingo. The bastard that forced you to eat that damned devil fruit, shoving it into your mouth as you screamed. You closed your eyes, an image of your mothers mutilated body gasping and gagging as she convulsed- jaw forced open by the wire muzzle that choked her with a protruding bar. Her back arched until you were sure it would snap. Again. Her fingers twisted into unnatural shapes, as if she couldn’t decide to cling to life or crawl to hell. Her skin was ashen-

“Hey” a light touch on your fingers yanked you violently back to the present. You flinched at the touch.

“Stay in the present” Law murmured gently. You grunted.

“Hard to do when we’re here because of the past” you muttered. Law had nothing to say to that, only entwining a pinky with yours. You relished the touch.

“Remember, the people are innocent. It’s Doflamingo we’re after” he said after a few minutes. You took a deep breath, easing your nerves. You nodded resolutely. You focused on your companions- the click of Robins shoes, the quiet rattling of Ceasar’s sea prism stone chains, and Usopp’s bag that held his ammunition that clicked with his movements.

You let yourself order a calming cup of tea the group stopped at, focusing on your goal- to get across the bridge without being eaten or impaled by the monstrous fish that swarmed the area. Law put a hand on your thigh, squeezing your knee while you spent time sipping your drinks. You tried not to giggle at his dumb moustache he put on as a disguise.

“So” Robin started conversationally. You looked at her. She took a sip of coffee before continuing, “You mentioned you had a devil fruit power?”

“Ah. Right. I ate the sad-sad fruit. Or really, was forced to eat it by Doflamingo. Basically, I have a range of people that I can make so sad that they cry. It’s useful in battle, bringing enemies down to their knees, so I can either escape or knock them out. If I send out a strong enough wave, it can send people into paralyzing grief. Of course, it doesn't really work on people who have depression. But generally, it's pretty useful. Ah! But don't worry,” you added on, looking at Usopp's rather fearful expression, "I've learned to control who's affected by it. You can kinda think of it like Law's 'room'."

Usopp and Ceasar looked immensely relieved. Robin hummed, cocking her head.

“Any cost to you? Since it’s not a logia type” she asked. You shrugged.

“If I use it too much, it’ll give me a pounding headache.”

It felt good talking about something different. It distracted you from your own mind, and Law seemed to pick up on this. He wrapped an arm around the back of your chair.

"How long have you two known each other?" Usopp asked, eyeing Law's possessive arm. You turned to smile shyly at your boyfriend, but he let you answer, simply sipping his coffee with a grunt.

"A very long time" you answered.

"Cesar" Law muttered dangerously. The man stiffened, slowly looking over at the ravenette, fear evident on his face.

"Remember, I have your heart. If I even think you're going to say a word about us dating, I will kill you. Painfully." Law kept his expression neutral and his voice low. To anyone out of earshot, he could've been talking about the weather. Robin giggled. Cesar was sweating, and would've been pale had his face not already been paper-white. Usopp blanched at the threat, even though it wasn't directed at him.

"If he even starts, I hope you'll remember to remove his brain for me so I can join in the fun" you played off Law's casual threat. Cesar looked like he was about to piss himself. Usopp looked like he wanted to hide, and Robin only smiled. You returned the woman's smile with an innocent one of your own.

"You two are terrifying" Usopp muttered into his drink. Law's hand moved to your shoulder, sliding to the nape of your neck possessively. You knew without looking he was smirking at the long-nosed man playfully.

"You have no idea" you purred, leaning forward. Your mind was much more focused now in the present now with this banter.

"Now, now, we can't have the sniper shaking too much" Robin chided with a sip of her coffee. You hummed.

"You're right. I'm only messing with you, Usopp. I've only held a human brain once" you teased, leaning into Law's easy hold, flicking your gaze over to Cesar's. He gulped, terror in his eyes. Of course, this was true, but it was only when you asked Law about the anatomy of the human brain. He couldn't find a diagram that he felt did the actual thing justice, so he let you study one, courtesy of an unconscious marine. The marine had no idea what had happened when he was unconscious, and probably figured the splitting headache he woke up was due to the solid punch you landed on his temple.

"Fascinating. What was it like?" Robin questioned with a tilt of her head. You opened your mouth to answer, but Usopp and Cesar started screeching for the two of you to stop at the same time.

"DON'T ANSWER HER!" "AAAHHHH LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU"

You laughed heartily at their reactions. Law even smiled, despite their loud protests drawing a few stares. Luckily, their disturbance was dismissed without suspicion with your laughter and Robin's chuckle. Once the laughter died down, Law brought the attention back to the issue at hand.

"We need a plan to get through the bridge"

You tensed, but Law tightened his hand on your shoulder, grounding you. You breathed in and out. In. Out. Again. The basic plan was put in place, and you listened as you gazed towards the sectioned off entrance.

You twined your fingers with Law's under the table, squeezing his hand two times in quick succession. I love you.

His hand returned the squeezes, two in quick succession. I love you too. You smiled to yourself, and threw back the rest of your now cold tea.

It was time to begin.

[hoofpeet]

I like the idea of unicorns being a cervine species so that they go through the whole shedding/growing in/ shedding velvet process that deer have 💛 they should have a yucky phase every year

[mourninglamby]

learned behavior (x)

[soupdwelling]

art based on this fic by @lightlysaltedsalt !! i want him dead for this. everyone go read it now.

(i will warn you it is very gory so make sure to heed the tags!)

[azvhaalk]

to be loved by death