#spa dead sea

[miyin2]

Ruta 32 Día 8: De camino al Mar Muerto

Al despertar nos fuimos a desayunar en el hotel cuyo desayuno estaba incluido en la reserva. Al terminar el desayuno, bajé a la calle y me encontré con un amigable burrito que se acercó a mi para que lo acariciara. Era bastante curiosos, se mantuvo a mi lado un buen rato, moviendo sus largas orejas. El curiosos burrito Acariciando al burrito El plan para el día era visitar la Reserva de la…

[jontycrane]

The Red Sea and the Dead Sea

Jordan’s two seas couldn’t be more different. One is full of life and ships with the country’s only port, the other is almost completely devoid of life and the only boats belong to the military. Also only one of them is actually a sea�� Jordan’s gateway to the Red Sea is the town of Aqaba, a popular holiday spot for access to the sea, and it has a reputation as a buzzy place. I stopped there for…

[avixenk]

My John "Soap" MacTavish headcanons because I love this man

• Biter. Not in a sexy way. Can, has, and will bite your fingers off. Terrorist interrogators beware

• Motherfucker growls

• You can pry ADHD Soap out of my cold dead hands

• "LT" is more of an affectionate nickname than an acknowledgement of rank. You can pry "LT" out of his cold dead hands. Deal with it Ghost

• His hometown is on one of the Scottish Isles you'd have to take a ferry to get to.

- OWNS HAS A WHOLE HOUSE, NOT A FLAT. Pays someone to clean the dust.

• Surfs in the freezing cold Scottish seas

• Loves the water, wishes they could have more missions at sea. If he had to die on the job and he could choose how, he'd want to drown. Be part of the sea forevermore

• Joined the army and SAS underage. Secretly proud of it; he was already the youngest to pass selection, but he might forever be the youngest because he lied about his age.

• Idk if he could irl but he'd rip off the United Kingdom patch on his vest and put on a Scottish one whenever he could.

• Chemistry degree (and engineering?)

• Gym rat. Even more than Ghost

• Keeps his muscles stretched doing yoga

• Room looks like a unicorn threw up in it. Drawings and color everywhere. Idk if it would be allowed irl but I am giving this man a drawing tablet

• Has two older sisters and so knows a lot about, and uses, skincare. Goes to spas with one or both his sisters. Criticizes Ghost's eye black for clogging the man's pores

- toxic masculinity fucking who?

• The baby of the family. The youngest sibling and the youngest cousin

• Knows he's hot as shit and dresses appropriately. Favorite item is a cropped jacket. Little bit of a fashionista

• Has invented 22 kinds of bombs/explosives. 2 of them are now standard military explosives. He handles all explosive material on base; receives shipments, sorts it, and stores it. Even receives raw material for more experimentation. He's an actual inventor

• Motorcycle

• Is just as good as Ghost with solos, goes on solos as often as he does. Forced into the lone wolf style, unlike Ghost who chose it. Old squad/s would mute him for "being annoying" and he'd be on his own. When they realized he had great survivability alone they sent him on more and more solos. This information upsets Ghost greatly; he knows Soap is the very opposite of a lone wolf.

• Needs. His. Morning. Coffee.

• As nice as them retiring in fics is, Soap wouldn't actually do that. He's made the army his career, and he has career goals. He wants to make captain (although seeing how much paperwork Price has to deal with makes him slightly less enthusiastic about it). He's either going to age out of the military or get KIA'd.

- He would love to stay in the 141 forever, they're the best team he's ever had, will probably ever have. He doesn't want to go back to the abuse of before.

- He hopes making lieutenant at least means he'll be able to go with Ghost on his solos (he hates Ghost going solo) or at least finally privy to the details.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Monza - Charles Leclerc

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5 years. 5 whole ass years since Charles had first won Monza and set the entirety of Italy ablaze. And on the exact 5 year anniversary of winning Spa all the way back in 2019, he was on track to do it again. 

He had one lap left, his tyres dead and degraded, but the McLaren's of Oscar and Lando too far off with not enough time to catch him. It was the slowest lap of your life as you hoped the tyres didn't give out and ruin the hopes. 

Just as you blinked, Charles was over the finish line. He had won Monza. Again. And, just like he would say in his interview, it was just as good this time as it was the first time. There was nothing quite like the scream of the Tifosi and the Ferrari team, the pure joy rushing through your veins at the achievement. 

It had been a damn hard season, that was for sure. It had started well, tumbled down hill with DNFs and no-points finishes, but they had somehow pulled it out of the bag. You couldn't help but be unbelievably proud of Charles as drove into parc ferme. 

Even with all of the shit strategies and just downright awful races that he had had, he never gave up. No matter how many times Ferrari fucked him over, he never gave up. When it seemed like there was nothing left to give, he never gave up. 

And that was something you oh so dearly loved about the man. The resilience and damned stubbornness of the man from Monaco was unparalleled. He was desperate for one thing, and it was that world championship. 

The moments like these proved he could do it, proved he deserved it, proved he still had the fight and the heart to get what he wanted. Now, looking at him on the podium, the sun shining down on him as he savoured the sounds of the Monegasque and Italian anthems, while the adoring fans and team sang it back, ignited feelings you didn't know possible. 

Plus, the smile on Charles' face was incomparable to anything else. That was the look of complete joy. He had won the two most important races of the year, and he had done it expertly.

There was no one else who deserved that win more than Charles did, and no one else you would've wanted to see up there. It was just what he needed to give his confidence a little boost after such a long streak of disappointment and upset for him. 

It felt like deja vu, like you had been transported back to September 8th, 2019. The sea of scarlet all around the Monza track was still the single most beautiful sight in the world, and it would never ever get old. There was nothing quite like the glee of the Tifosi. 

There was no fanbase more loyal, or more devoted to the cause, and nothing quite had the classic charm of the Scuderia. In the wise words of Enzo Ferrari 'Ask a child to draw a car, and certainly he will draw it red.' All of those fans, dedicated and unwavering in their support, all from different walks of life and different aspirations, hoped, dreams. All once children who would draw the car red. 

But, there is, was, and always will be one common factor. They sang the praises of the Prancing Horse like a prayer, all united by adoration for the classic Italian brand. Yet, it's more than that. Ferrari was always more than that. 

Ferrari isn't just a car, nor a person, nor a brand. Ferrari is something that means so much, to so many. Generations upon generations of families hooked on the look of the spasms of red in the crowd, the roar of the engine, the best drivers in the best cars. 

And Charles was one of them. Charles was one of the best. Charles is one of the best. He may not have the championships of Lewis, or the records of Max. He may have the most pole positions without a world championship under his belt. He may not currently have the quali times of Lando or Oscar. 

But what he does have matters more than any of that. Charles is Ferrari, Ferrari is Charles. It felt as if there is no one without the other, and seeing him on that podium while the crowds roared for him cemented that idea. 

Even with all of the downs, there were ups. And the euphoria of getting to see it cancelled it all out. He'd always preached Forza Ferrari, and he always would. 

A/N - Forza Ferrari. Forza Charles Leclerc. Sempre.

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[tmwcs]

“Child of the Sea”

A Drabble from the Mermaids Tale series, and dedicated to @hoonieshoney, my little Siren (if yk…then yk.) you did wonderful in your latest Drabble, so take this since you inspired this piece. Enjoy heedam 😈

Warnings: non con smut, dub-con, submissive reader, hesitation, cursing, unprotected smut in detail, breeding kink, baby trapping, unwanted pregnancy l, reader forced into getting pregnant, a slightly whiny Heeseung, this is based of the MT series so it may be confusing unless you’ve read the entire series (which is completed btw). Enjoy.

“Can you hear the ocean, baby?”

His voice submits you into a quivering quake of anticipation and fear. Yet there was something pleasing to the sense of danger in the arousal that forms inside, and he knows it. He creates it and makes you desire more, no matter how hard you try to fight against him.

“Tell me you can hear it.” He gently coos you as he rings his fingers and pushes back the strands of your hair aside, admiring your natural yet extraordinary features. Blessed as the descendant of Poseidon, your turquoise eyes glitter like the jewel itself, while your raving burgundy hair compliments the dark red lips. While many would initially mistake the colors of your DNA for colored contacts and hair dye, they would all drop dead upon finding out that it was all a reflection of your ancestors godly genealogy traits. “My beautiful siren. Sing for me, won’t you baby?”

You both lay facing each other. You didn’t have a choice, since he captured and held you against your will months ago, he’s forced you to sync with his schedule. Due to your recent good behavior, he clipped the chains and allowed you a certain amount of freedom in the room, even when he would be in the next one handling some business. However, no matter how much little freedom he permitted, you would never be allowed out of his grasp or sight. Rule of thumb was for you to remain within one hundred feet at all times, breaking that crucial rule resulted in you being locked away in the underground spa that he had costumed built, where the entire pool was surrounded by a smooth wall that caved the water in, similar to a well. The water came straight from the sea, and only a narrow stoop leading to the front door, escalating out of the shallow end allowed him to stand and watch you during his visits. The last time he had you locked in, forcing your transformation, he kept you as his pet and enjoyed keeping you in secrecy for nearly a whole month. The pool was deep. Below the surface, into the deeper end, the wall transition from brick stone to glass, where he could watch you from the other side in the underground chambers of a luxurious bedroom. Everytime you’d dive down and lurk to the bottom, you could see him sitting in a grand velvet chair, sipping in a glass of wine with his legs loosely crossed as he watched you in awe. How beautiful and magical did you look with your mermaid tail flowing behind.

Sometimes, he’d come up to the glass and press his palm flat against it, beckoning you to come up and flush your own with his. You knew better than to not come up when you’d hear the tapping of his fingers; disobeying him led to other punishments that were far too brutal. So even as much as you hated being treated as his little guppie in the wide aquarium, you had to pick your battles wisely.

All the more reason why you displayed your good girl behavior. You didn’t really realize that it was all part of his tactic in training you to become obedient, and respect the rules he set forth, all so he can keep you isolated and only where he can have you. Initially you behaved as part of a ploy to plot your escape, but day after day you found yourself becoming complacent, never finding the right moment to strike. You’ve attempted to use the Sirens Edge, yet he was far more immune to it than you expected. All thanks to his Adam traits mixed with the Siren DNA from the early ancestors of the clan. You hated to admit it, and still haven’t bend enough to fully do so, but little by little, you’ve come to accept your fate right this man in knowing that you’ll never escape and he’ll always keep you. The worst part? Someday you were going to be forced to bear him sons…all of which will continue the long pure lines of tradition in enhancing the longevity of the Clan of Adam.

Still, despite harboring such hatred and disgust towards him, his gentler and loving moments somewhat appealed to you. That was, after all, the whole reason why you were here. The reason why he caught and kept you. Punishing and training you…it was all because he loved you. Too much…

You hum a tune as he lays closely, his nose touching yours. He joins in as he recognizes the tune of your favorite song and incorporates the lyrics. “Sing either me baby.” Compelled to obey, you softly sing the lyrics. The mesh of both your voices combine a beautiful and harmonious sound that would put the entire world into a state of hypnotic slavery, for the women would abide by his demands under his serenade spell, and the men under yours.

The both of you continue to sing, and that’s when you notice his hands roaming. Please…not again.

“Keep singing.” He speaks against your skin darkly. You had to give it to him, he was devastatingly handsome and the alluring sense of his features only grew more wild as his eyes became darker and more dangerous. They nearly glowed purple, contrasting against your beautiful turquoise gems as he grips a fistful of hair on the back of your head. He pushes you flat against the bed, pressing his lips against yours. It was hard and abrasive, yet the beat of his passion weakened you. It was so contradicting how much you hated and enjoyed the feeling he made you experience.

During the kiss, he grabs on to your bicep and further pins you down, nearly digging you into the satin mattress. His free hand swipes up, riding along your inner thigh and it too, is pinned down against the sheets. He spreads you wide open, preparing you into prime position for him to plow into you, just as always.

Already half nude, he takes advantage of your full nudity as he unzips his trousers and whips out his member offensively. He was past the stage of sensuality and compassion, this was a night of lovemaking through the pure and shameful act of him fucking you into oblivion.

He was long, hard, and entirely too thick. Just looking at it reminded you of the painful sting you were subjected to during the first time, and the second, even the third. Hell, you can’t count how many times he’s taken you, all you know was that there was pain.

“Pl-please! Be gentle…your hurt me badly the last time.” You plead as you raise your hand and palm against his abdomen, gently pressing against it as he leans down and hovers above your frame. “But you ended up loving it, didn’t you?” He teases as he nibbles on your bottom lip.

You shake your head in denial, but he knew. He knew that with the pain, comes great pleasure. “N-no…” you murmured. He ignored your pitiful yelp and kisses you. Taking your hand in his, he drags it against the lean lines of his abdominal muscles and forced you to grab hold of his shaft, ensuring that every single one of your fingers are delicately wrapped around the circumference. All doing so without ever breaking the passionate kiss you enveloped you.

How cruel it was for him to make you feel it, especially since he enforced you to keep hold while he begins to plunge in. “Agh! No! No!” You moan out as the familiar sting bites you. “Shh…yes baby.”

Inch by inch, he slides in. You feel the length of his shaft growing shorter within your palm as he fills you; the strength of its form slipped away from your grasp only to be gripped by another part of you. Your inner muscles clench around his thickness, which sent your mind out of this world as you feel the form of his muscle twitch in response. You felt so good. Too good. The moment he felt your slick muscles clench, his head flings back and exposes his entire throat above you. It became the only view in your sight as you lay under him, forced to watch as he gulps out a moan and groans towards the ceiling while he goes further and further in. “Oh fuck…” he growls out as you squirm and shift, brows furrowed in to an expression of fear, worry, and pain. “Please…it’s too much…”

“Don’t worry baby…I’m going to take care of it in a second. Keep singing.” He winces his eyes shut for only a second before he lowers his head back down and stares into your eyes. “Give me many sons.”

You shake your head negatively as the remaining inch of him sinks into you. His balls kissing your skin as it mashes against your taint. “Please…too soon. I-I cant—“

“You can, and you will.” Was all he relayed before he starts his violent thrusts. Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood to make love, he was in the mood to breed…to mate. To make you carry a part of him and bring it to the world. He wanted to cum, to mix your bloodline with his. “Come on baby, turn me into a daddy. Let daddy’s dick make you into a mommy.”

You scream as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. Your hands fling around as you attempt to escape from under him, only for him to slap them away. But you were relentless, and continued to try and push him away. “Fucking hold still you little—“

He grits his words in slight annoyance as he pauses his thrusts and grabs on to your wrists, pinning them above your head as he takes his other hand and loops it around your upper thigh and pins it against your chest. Now he had more leverage to stroke his cock inside you more openly, and he did.

“Fuck…you feel even better like this.” He words out as he slams into you. The smooth length of his shaft squelches and squeezes its way in and out of you. The sound of his balls slapping into you started to work its magic and sent you into a delirious whirlwind of tingled pleasure.

“Oh my God!” You pant out as you gasp for air. He rests your thigh on his bicep to maintain the levitation of its position while his fingers creep up and gently caress your cheek. “Yeah? Fuck baby…just like that.” Through the ferocity of his act, he pants and groans out his words just as you did. While his lower half becomes more brutal, his lips and hands weee compassionate and sympathetic. There was that gentler tone of him that was lacking earlier. While he was continuously plunging in, he warmed your cheeks with the smooth swipe of his thumb as he wiped away the subtle tears that emerged from your gorgeous eyes.

“Fuck y/n—“ he pants out once more as he pauses to prop his weight on the balls of his kneecaps. Looping his arms around your kier back, he intertwined his fingers as they rest right above your derrière, elevating it off the bed, turning you into a human pendulum. he continued his unlawful movements as gravity takes effect and forces your shoulder blades to sink into the bed as he raises your pelvis higher against his abdomen. “Pleaese-please-please-please—“ you gasp out violently in sync with his thrusts, hoping he would slow down. Instead, he goes harder, faster, and deeper, digging into soft tissue as he penetrates deep into the abyss of your womb as he strikes in and out, tapping that soft spot that causes you to leak onto his shaft, permitting him to slide in and out effortlessly.

He takes a hand and moves it against the center of your chest, smoothing it all the way up against your throat, and under your chin. His thumb reaches up and makes its way into your mouth. You yell out your moans as the image of him using only one arm bridging under your rear and stabilizing your lower frame to fuck into you caused you to grow dizzy. He was strong. So strong.

The sound of skin meshing together with the sticky juices thickening as a result of the constant thrust made you gasp even more. It synchronized with the tempo of his thrusts and you could barely catch your breath. He was not far behind. With his tenacity in going deeper, the obsession of tasting the internal side of you, it was all enough to make his heart stop beating. “Y/n…my beautiful siren.” The last bit came out slightly whiny as his cock twitches violently. You could feel it.

“W-wait! Heeeeung!”

He was close, you could tell. As much as you were forced to enjoy this, and you did, the question of whether you were ready for motherhood became absolute in the sense that you weren’t ready. You can’t, not yet. Because the moment you do become pregnant with this man’s child, that means you won’t be able to escape…ever.

“Please…not-not inside!” You moan out, once again palming his lower abdominal muscles, a pitiful attempt in pushing him away. But it was no use. The second he cupped your own hand and held it in place as his thrusts increased in pace and became sloppy, the loud grunts coming from his mouth matched the momentum of his hips as he kept going in and out.

In and out.

In and…

“Heeseung stop! I can’t be a mother! Please!”

Ignoring your pleading, he takes his thrusts deeper as he shoots his cum deep inside. His head flings back once more, mouth wide open as he faces the ceiling and gulps out a growl as his hand slowly smooths over your mouth to cover your scream. “T-take it…fucking get pregnant.” He stutters as every single muscle on his body twitches while he releases his entire orgasm inside you. His eyes remained closed as he locates your tongue and feeds his fingers into your mouth, rubbing the inside of your cheek as he forces you to suck on them. You hiccup a few sobs as you look down and see him planted deep inside you, still pumping his seeds into your womb. “Y-you…you really tried this time…didn’t you?” You wailed as you quietly sobbed, fearing that he achieved his goal. “U-uh huh….” He lazily tuned out with his face still flushed with the ceiling, leaving only the view of his Adam’s Apple in sight for you to view as you watched it bob up and down when he responded.

Sure, he had never pulled out the other times, but he never railed into you as vigorously like he did tonight. Sighing out a deep breath, he finally lowers his head once more and lays on top of you, mashing his sweaty chest against your breasts. Choking out a chuckle, his fingers, coated in your saliva, trace lines along your face. Smirking, he darkly whispers against your lips…

“Now you’re never going to be able to escape from me.”

He was right. You’re never going to be able to leave, even if you had the chance to get to the sea, you won’t be able to find it within your heart to abandon the child he’s left inside you just now. From here on out, you were no longer a descendant of Poseidon…you were now a mother a part of the clan. Mother of an Adam.

Authors note: take that! 😈

[namism]

hii!

is it okay if i request zoro x immortal gn reader? like they're an immortal that wants to die so they beg him to try to kill them?

immortal heart | roronoa zoro

➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader, post-thriller bark arc

➳ word count: 2.3k

➳ summary: Roronoa Zoro aspires to be the World's Greatest Swordsman, but he has to fight many enemies and defeat the current greatest to achieve such a title. Besides those things, is there anything else that he has to do? He doesn't think there is any until he's presented with an unusual challenge: to kill a dangerous immortal without his knowledge.

➳ notes: spa island was the island the straw hats visited for a filler arc. thanks for the request anon! 🧡

➳ cross-posted on ao3

Zoro hears the rustling of leaves.

In the dense dark woods, he can make out a shadowy figure meandering through the boreal trees, twisting and turning to avoid making any noise—but Zoro is observant when he puts his mind to it, so he does just that, going as far as to ignoring the temptation of the unopened bottle of sake in front of him.

Suddenly, the shadow disappears. Zoro decides to ignore it and enjoy his sake.

The next day, the Straw Hats arrive at Spa Island, a resort built on top of a ship that drifts in the sea. His mates have changed out of their regular clothes into swimwear, but Zoro refuses to leave his swords unattended, so he dresses himself in a white tank top and green shorts before setting foot on the resort.

Having decided against dipping into the swimming pool with Franky, boredom creeps into Zoro's mind the more he wanders about the unusual island. He tries to find something to entertain himself with, but nothing comes to mind.

That is, until the News Coo arrives.

Zoro seizes the newspaper that lands on top of his head, grunting at the gull that flies past him speedily. He stops dead in his tracks and opens the newspaper.

A wanted poster falls out.

Zoro picks it up from the ground.

'WANTED. ONLY DEAD: (Y/N).'

His eyes widen at your bounty.

'B 540,000,000.'

A bitter taste settles in his mouth. Your bounty is dangerously higher than his, which makes Zoro wonder what you could have possibly done to the Marines for them to give you such a number. He himself stood face-to-face with two Warlords at Thriller Bark, yet his bounty stays at 120 million berries. A number as huge as yours is an impressive nightmare.

He places your poster back inside the newspaper and tucks it in his armpit. Making his way to the restobar, he decides to meet up with Luffy in an attempt to find something more worthwhile to invest his time and effort in.

By the time the sun goes down, Zoro still has nothing better to do apart from drinking.

Luffy is beside him, stuffing his mouth with meat like a starved man, while the rest of the crew are hanging out by the open tent, individually sipping on their piña colada's and drinks that Sanji (for some odd reason) served them. When Zoro is spent on his drink, he decides to explore the resort after being warned by Chopper multiple times to be careful of his surroundings.

He snickers. It's just a resort, he thought to himself smugly.

He walks a great distance away from the restobar, scanning the giant swimming pools and waterslides at the park. The guests have wind down and the numbers have dwindled, leaving only staff and stubborn guests wandering about. Zoro figures he's one of those people, but he doesn't care and continues with his stroll.

Once the sun is out and the moon shines near midnight, Zoro is successfully lost in some part of the island resort with no clue of how to get back to where he came. He looks to his right, to his left, and curses himself bashfully when he realizes that he cannot decipher which way is which.

Ashamed, Zoro continues walking until he reaches the end of the island, overlooking the sea.

He relaxes at the sight, taking in the view.

Then he hears it again.

The rustling of leaves.

He whips his head to the direction of the sound and clutches the handles of his swords. A gust of wind blows past him and the rustling gets louder. It's almost eerie, but Zoro doesn't get scared easily. No, he isn't frightened.

So when he's ambushed by someone to his right, he blocks the hits successfully.

He doesn't struggle, but he's close. Adept with a sword, you advance forward in an attempt to topple him over, but Zoro has the upper hand with his two other swords supporting his strength. He resists your attacks and dodges your advances gracefully, looking for a way to defeat you through combat—but you resist with equal force, the inner flow of your energy imbuing the blade of your sword from the tip to its hilt. Zoro swings his sword across your chest, but you veer out of the way and angle your blade to block another hit.

To your misery, his third blade digs into your skin, deep enough to leave a wound past its outermost layer.

Your breath hitches, and your stomach turns.

Zoro pushes you to the ground, his blade centimeters deep, but you helplessly squirm in his grasp. He wraps his fingers around your throat and observes you intently, a stranger to your being but seemingly familiar with your face. You wriggle underneath him, but he tightens the chokehold.

That's right—you're the wanted pirate on the poster he found earlier, tucked in between the pages of today's newspaper. Your photo was an illustration, but it was badly drawn, almost like a century-old sketch with lazy coloring that rendered you unrecognizable. Now that he has a good look at your face, Zoro can confirm that it's really you.

At that second, Zoro wants to finish you off quickly so that he can regroup with his crew and they can leave the island as soon as they came. While he doesn't know what you do and what you came for, Zoro surmises that you're dangerous, a threat to him and his crew with your large bounty. Now that he has you restrained underneath him, he's bound to not let go.

However, in the split second he thinks to himself, a faint memory hammers in his head, one that he encountered not long ago.

"This place is a historian's nightmare," said Robin as she walked past the group, striding down the hallway of the Thriller Bark ship. She stood in front of a painting that hung on the wall, dusty and long forgotten, and ran her fingertips across the gold frame that enclosed the relic.

Zoro looked at the walls as he walked. He wasn't a fan, but a select few depicted dramatic movements and action, rich details and intricate poses of warriors in battle that piqued his interest. He walked ahead of his crew as he observed, passing Robin, who was deeply entranced by an old portrait of a figure—a young adult, not much older than Zoro himself, dressed in obsolete clothing that dated back to at least a thousand years ago.

When Zoro looks back at you, he catches a glint in your eyes that swirl with a bountiful of emotions—fright, desperation, and aggravation. Yet the corners of your lips twitch upward slightly, a subtle motion that he would have otherwise missed if only he wasn't attentive.

Suddenly, Zoro eases the force on your neck. He withdraws his blade, allowing the blood to drip down your skin and pool on the ground.

The twinkle in your eyes disappears just as fast.

Still holding you, Zoro demands, "You don't want to die, do you?"

"I don't!" You kick your feet desperately. "Let me go or I'll kill you and your crew! Let me go!"

His grip loosens on your neck.

In a bat of an eye, he pushes you to the ground and your head makes contact with the cold concrete. Afterward, he rises to his feet.

"Liar," he spits, watching you choke as you regain your breathing. "What are you here for?"

You cough on air, unresponsive. He watches you with a hard gaze.

Zoro has been in countless battles all his life—it's no question as the retired pirate hunter of the East Blue and the swordsman of the Straw Hat Pirates. In that regard, he can read his opponent expertly, seeing through their intentions and the inner workings of their minds akin to reading a book. The moment he looked at you, he recognized the emotions that smothered your face all too well, but something about the way you present them are baffling, unexpected.

The shine in your eyes was different. It was nothing he had ever seen before in battle, not even in the irises of his weakest enemy.

Zoro realizes that you're not desperate to live.

You're desperate to die.

"Answer me," he growls.

"I-I thought"—you cough—"I thought you were going to kill me..."

"I wasn't."

"But why? What stopped you, swordsman? Are you too feeble to kill another?!"

Zoro withdraws his blades into their scabbards. He notices the surprise in your eyes, the kind of emotion that shows disappointment. Your fright is gone, leaving only sadness to consume you.

"I don't kill without proper reason," he says. You glare at him. You're breaking character. "What are you here for?"

"I'm going to kill you," you mutter. Zoro is unfazed. "I'm going to kill you!"

At that very second, you grab your sword and activate your powers, coating the blade with the energy of your Haki. Zoro retaliates, but he resists your attacks eventually, careful enough not to hit you too hard.

Your wanted poster flashes in his imagination.

'WANTED. ONLY DEAD: (Y/N). B 540,000,000'

You tilt your sword and attack his side, your coated blade millimeters away from his bare skin. Zoro grits his teeth as he holds his defense.

'ONLY DEAD: (Y/N).'

'ONLY DEAD.'

"The Marines want you dead," he says. "Your bounty is higher than half of the Warlords, but you want to die in my hands. What do you want?!"

He pushes his blade toward you, shoving you far enough to regain his stance.

"A fight!"

You charge at him a second time, lunging forward too quickly that he misses the way you attack him. You lacerate the skin of his biceps with your hardened blade, and he gets a taste of your strength, the type to be expected of the pirate with half a billion berries— but Zoro refuses to go down with a pathetic injury, so he endures your advances and fights you off agitatedly.

As if in slow-motion, he swings his blade aggressively to your chest.

To his surprise, you move toward it, meeting the blade with your skin, the area closest to your heart.

His eyes grow large when his blade cuts into your body only to ricochet back into his hand, his attack backfiring as the force blows him away.

Zoro lands a few meters away from you upon impact, his swords thankfully still in his hands. He winces in pain, but he recovers immediately and lifts his head to look at you.

You drop your sword to the ground. You're bleeding terribly. Blood oozes from the area which the swordsman had cut, and it continues to pour down your body nonstop, slowly creating a pool of red liquid beneath your feet. Holding onto your chest, you walk toward the edge of the island.

"Now we wait," you mumble.

Zoro stands back up and charges toward you, but he forgoes his blades and instead grabs your wrist. He spins you around and pulls you away from the ledge, eventually throwing you to the ground once more.

Yet you lay there, unbothered, until you help yourself back up on your feet, completely ignoring the blood dripping down your body... like it's not painful at all.

Zoro watches in horror as you collect yourself in front of him, standing a few meters away with exhausted hooded eyes trained on the ground.

"Well," you say to yourself, "I'm still alive."

You look up from the ground and stare at the swordsman in front of you.

"Even if I had begged, it still wouldn't have made a difference."

You fall to your knees.

"Unless... I try..." you whisper. You crawl closer to Zoro, who backs away with every step you take closer to him. "Roronoa Zoro, is it? The swordsman of the Straw Hats, the man who faced three different Warlords in the past months?"

With quivering lips, you stretch your hands out to him.

"You're... you're strong. I know that you are. You may not be as wanted now, but the New World awaits your kind."

"Keep your distance," he orders.

You ignore him.

"I have to ask a favor." You crawl to his feet hastily, gripping his legs. His jaw falls ajar. "Kill me. Please, just kill me. Do anything in your power to make sure that I don't leave here alive."

He gulps. Zoro tries to wrest his legs free from your hands, but you don't let go of him.

"Please!" You cry. "You want to be the world's greatest swordsman, don't you? Why not put yourself up for the challenge and kill an immortal?"

Looking up at the sky, lightning strikes past the clouds as thunder erupts in your vast surroundings, defeating the sound of waves that crash on the island ship's foundation. Zoro stares at you. He shakes his head in confusion.

"Immortal?" he repeats aloud.

He looks down at your bloodstained garments. You have lost a lot of blood, but you remain strong and standing, almost as if you were never injured to begin with.

"I can't feel pain," you whisper. "I tried to fight you, but I couldn't get you to kill me unless I forced myself at the tip of your blades. I had to act. I had to pretend to be hurt."

You clench his hands in yours.

"Please," you cry, "please help me."

Zoro keeps quiet, gathering his thoughts for a second.

Your bounty, your wanted poster, your questionable strength, the portrait back in Thriller Bark dating over a millennium ago—everything begins to dawn on him at that very moment. Zoro's eyes go wide as he realizes the weight of the circumstances, and for the first time in his life, he feels a chill run down his spine.

"Roronoa Zoro, please save me."

He purses his lips together.

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro makes up his mind.

"Stand up. I'm bringing you somewhere."

-

thanks for reading! if anyone would like to continue this story/write their own take to the prompt, i would be happy to read it! i found the prompt easy to interpret at first, but i soon had trouble with it due to the concept of immortality (e.g. do immortal beings feel pain/get injured? do they have regenerative abilities? if they don't, do they just live on with damaged organs until they stop working? in that case, wouldn't immortal beings be capable of dying?) even the universe of one piece hasn't given much depth to this concept yet, so if you want to put your own twist to it, please be my guest :)

p.s., the ending was meant to hint at zoro bringing the reader over to luffy and crew (because the reader may have lived to witness the void century, hence the bounty), but you can interpret it whichever way you want.

[starrlikesbooks]

Behold! The books I'm most excited to get to read in 2025!

Check for links and details under the cut!

Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear by Seanan McGuire is the newest Wayward Children book! This one takes place in a Drowned World, with giant turtles.

I Am Made of Death by Kelly Andrews is a horror romance starring the signing interpreter of a selective mute who is also an heiress! I loved Andrews' last book, which hd lush folk horror vibes, and this one has a gorgeous cover and involves curses and a spiritual exorcism, so I'm IN.

Love Points to You by Alice Lin is about someone making a dating sim! And the MC being hired as character designer. This is an Asian-led sapphic romance, and as a dating sim fan, I'm super pumped.

They Bloom at Night by Trang Thanh Tran is a horror novel full of mutated monsters, and a cult-ish submerged town where the MC and her mother are stuck, where the people believe their dead family have reincarnated as sea monsters. The summary also heavily implies the MC has monstrous qualities.

What Wakes the Bells by Elle Tesch involves malevolent souls trapped in bells and fighting gargoyles! This sounds like an exciting fantasy world with a really fun adventure.

I Am the Swarm by Hayley Chewins is a trauma-centric horror with a magical bloodline and the power/curse of summoning insects. This one really leans into female rage, and I'm really interested in the magic.

Holy Terrors by Margaret Owen is the third (and I think final!) book in the Little Thieves series! Fairytale-retelling fantasy with a snarky, morally gray, damaged MC (whom I love)

Roll for Love by M.K. England is one of my favorite kinds of books coming out lately- a D&D based romance! This one involves a new campaign & roleplaying group after a big move, and a no-dating rule giving some tension.

The Summer I Ate the Rich by Maika Moulite & Maritza Moulite is Haitian-American Hannibal story! It's also a zombie story.

The Floating World by Axie Oh was pitched as an amnesiac sword-for-hire teaming up with a theatre troupe performer with mysterious powers, and I don't need to know any more than that!

Don't Let Me Go by Kevin Christopher Snipes is Snipes' second book- and I was absolutely gut punched by the queer tenderness and mental revelations of his first book. This one will also break me, as it's about two boys trapped in a reincarnation cycle.

And They Were Roommates by Page Powars should need no further explanation than the title!! But in case it's not- this is an MLM story of a stealth trans boy coming to a new school, where- unbeknownst to the roommate- he's roomed with his former, pre-transition fling.

Nobody in Particular by Sophie Gonzales is a royalty romance at a boarding school, and it's sapphic! This has a disgraced princess falling for the new girl pianist 😍 As a big believer in Gonzales, I am lined up.

The Listeners by Maggie Stiefvater is not my normal kind of read! This is historical fiction, taking place at a hotel/spa in the 1940s- but Stiefvater wrote one of my favorite series, The Rave Boys (and The Dreamer Trilogy!), and she'd super excited about it, so I'm just looking forward to seeing her spectacular writing coming at a new angle.

Love Misha by Jam Aden has been on my list for a LONG TIME. Why? Because it's promoted as A Goofy Movie meets Spirited Away with a nonbinary main character. SAY NO MORE.

If We Survive This by Racquel Marie is a apoclaypse survival horror. Lesbian zombie stories are surprisingly not that hard t find right now, but I'm definitely interested in seeing more of them!

Predatory Natures by Amy Goldsmith has one of my favorite things- TRAIN SETTINGS. The MC is working on a luxury train during her gap year, but the trip is derailed by the arrival of a mysterious greenhouse and a pair of odd, enigmatic siblings. This is fantasy horror.

Evil-ish by Kennedy Tarrell is about disillusioned teen trying to become a supervillain. I love supervillain fiction, and this one sounds really fun and with surprising characters!

Villain by Natalie Zina Walschots is the very longwaited (for me, at least) sequel to the wonderful villain-led, radicalization story Hench. I'm so looking forward to seeing Anna as a full supervillain!

Mistress of Bones by Maria Z. Medina stars a necromancer trying to resurrect her sister, and getting caught in a game of cat and mouse with the Emissary of Death. This one sounds really magical.

Hollow by Taylor Grothe is YA horror with an autistic (and trying to deny her diagnosis) teen in Upstate New York. I, personally, seeing book in Upstate NY and love autism rep, and this is queer!

The Cuffing Game by Lyla Lee has one of my favorite fluffy queer romanc writers tacking reality show romance by the way of Pride & Prejudice! There's also (no surprise) going to be K-drama vibes.

For No Mortal Man by Keshe Chow stars a girl who can resurrect herself, traveling the Underworld to find her grandmother, and being haunted by a former betrayer.

We Were Never Here by Sophie Hannan is a heist story! This is about ghost hunters being blackmailed to do a heist, stealing a haunted painting. I love weird heists, I really do.

You Weren't Meant to Be Human by Andrew Joseph White is probably my most anticipated release of 2025! I love AJW's autistic, trans horror, and this one has aliens and pregnancy horror. I see no way this won't be weird as hell, and therefore no way this isn't gonna be amazing.

[leaderpinhead]

Floyd - The Biting Urge

Prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial weekly prompt Rating: T Characters: (Main) Floyd, Yuu (Minor) Ace, Azul, Jade, and other first-years Pairing: None (I tend to "ship" Floyd/Yuu platonically, but feel free to interpret them how you feel) Masterlists for my other fics

Floyd had the uncontrollable urge to bite something. 

So when he spotted the Shrimpy Brigade in the courtyard between classes, he immediately abandoned Azul and Jade. He circled the little group of freshmen twice. None of them noticed since Croc and Sea Urchin were having some boring argument. He stopped right behind Shrimpy, who was ignoring the boys and scribbling in her notebook. He slowly crept closer.

Crabby glanced up from his cell phone when Floyd’s shadow fell over him. His orange eyes widened. “Floyd, what’re you–?”

Floyd lunged forward. Shrimpy’s surprised shriek had all of the Shrimpy Brigade whipping around to face them. Sealie started shouting after Shrimpy threw him off her lap. Little guppy gaped at him, and Mackerel sputtered like an actual fish out of water. Sea Urchin’s loud growl made Floyd turn a wide, toothy grin on him. He ran his tongue over his teeth, tasting a light hint of copper. “You wanna fight, Sea Urchin?”

He had barely gotten the taunt out before Shrimpy tackled his stomach. He grunted and staggered slightly, more from the suddenness than pain. Shrimpy’s bony little fingers and knees dug into him as she leveraged herself around his hip and up his back. Floyd twisted to grab her, but an equally bony elbow clocked him in the sternum with enough force behind it to not be an accident. Shrimpy wiggled herself up onto his shoulders and locked her legs around his chest to keep her balanced. One arm wrapped around his neck, nestling his Adam’s apple in the crook of her elbow. 

A sharp sting on the tip of his ear made him cackle. He grabbed Shrimpy by the knees and squeezed. The answering pressure on his ear made him cackle more. “You trying to bite off my ear with those blunt teeth of yours, Shrimpy? I’ve tussled with sharks bigger than you.”

Shrimpy released his ear long enough to say, “I told you the next time you bit me, I’d bite you back!”

Floyd cackled. “You call that biting? You’re like those little fishies at those spas that nibble on people’s toes.”

Shrimpy tried to squeeze her legs tighter around his chest. Floyd squeezed her back even tighter just to show how unimpressed he was. The arm squeezing his neck accomplished more, giving his cackle a slight wheezing effect.

Shrimpy was the first to relent. Floyd knew she would. She was never able to do a proper death squeeze despite the many times he had shown her how. Sometimes Shrimpy was more bark than bite even when she was literally biting.

Floyd took advantage of her lax grip. He grabbed her by the upperarms and ducked forward. Shrimpy flew over his head with a yelp, her legs unable to keep a proper grip once she relaxed. Floyd wrapped his arms around her and pinned her arms to her sides. She wiggled in protest, kicking backwards a few times to catch him on the shins, but Floyd was relentless. He nipped at the same ear he had earlier. A little red bead of blood dripped down the rim of her ear. He cackled. “Come on, Shrimpy! You can do better than–!”

The back of Shrimpy’s head connected with his chin. The sudden shock of  pain was enough to make Floyd jerk back but not release her. While he blinked up at the sky in a daze, her blunt teeth latched onto his exposed forearm. It took him a moment to register the dull pain. Floyd laughed even harder and used his free hand to roughly tousle her hair. “You really are like one of those little toe fishies. I’ll call you Toe Fishy from now on instead of Shrimpy!”

Shrimpy went completely lax in his hold. “Don’t you dare.”

With a final mad cackle, Floyd let her dead weight fall to the ground. She yelped in surprise, obviously not expecting him to release her. Floyd chuckled and ruffled her hair some more. Her entire skull was barely bigger than his hand. “See you later, Toe Shrimpy!”

Shrimpy’s growl wasn’t nearly as intimidating as Sea Urchin’s. Floyd left the Shrimpy Brigade with a happy hum. He didn’t have to look back to know they converged on Shrimpy the moment they could. Crabby’s voice had a funny little pitch in it when he said, “Are you freaking crazy! What made you think biting him back was a good idea?”

Shrimpy made a funny trumpet noise. “Sometimes you just have to bite back. Show him who the real boss is.”

“He could literally squeeze your skull like an orange.”

“Then at least he’ll have sticky hands.”

Floyd loudly laughed all the way across the courtyard where he rejoined Azul and Jade. Azul was shaking his head, but Jade had one of his smarmy little grins. Pushing his glasses slightly up his nose, Azul asked, “Now that you’ve had your fun, can we continue discussing next week’s menu for the Mostro Lounge?”

Jade chuckled. “You must admit, it’s quite amusing to watch a tiny shrimp put up such a dramatic fight.”

Floyd held out his forearm to show off the little indentations from Shrimpy’s teeth. “Look at how cute Toe Shrimpy’s teeth are!”

Azul tried to cover his smirk with a tiny cough. “How long do you plan for that nickname to last?”

“Until I get tired of an extra syllable,” Floyd admitted. Jade humorously poked at the reddened bite mark. “Shrimpy’s more fun to play with than you two.”

Azul snorted but switched the topic back to the Mostro Lounge’s menu as they continued to class. Floyd ran his thumb over the little indents in his arm. There was already a light purple mark forming. He knew he could show it off later and make Shrimpy all pouty about it. He’d guilt her into taking a shift in the Mostro Lounge next week.

That way he could poke at the little Toe Shrimpy and see how long it took her to bite again.

[mo-racca]

Predictions for Percy Jackson S2

So season 1 used chapter titles for the episode titles and it got me thinking about which SOM chapter titles will be used for season 2 and how the book will be split up over 8 episodes.

I'm gonna run on the assumption that the success of season 1 will mean more budget for season 2, including having episodes that are all at least an hour long.

Spoiler warning for Sea of Monsters (the book). Predictions are under the cut.

Episode 1: I Play Dodgeball With Cannibals

Comprising Chapters 1-3

Episode opens with Grover being chased by Polyphemus. He runs into a bridal boutique and dons a dress. Polyphemus shadow looms over him as he turns to look directly in the camera and says "Percy, you have to help me." Percy then suddenly awakes from the dream.

We'll then get our introduction to Tyson. Probably via him and Percy walking to school together. First class is gym!

Dodgeball match plays out more or less like the books.

Annabeth hails the Gray Sisters taxi & they ride to CHB.

Episode ends with them arriving a the bottom of the hill and staring on in horror as they witness mechanical bulls wreaking havoc.

Episode 2: Tyson Plays With Fire

Comprising Chapters 4-7

Opens back up to the horrified faces of Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson seeing the mechanical bulls. The fght with the bulls then plays out similarly to the books, including the Tyson is a cyclops reveal.

Tantalus is introduced & and announces the chariot races.

First chariot races occurs with the birds attacking. I genuinenly hope they "defeat" them in the same way as the books where they play Chiron's shitty music, but I'm not 100% they'll go that route.

Clarisse is chosen for the Golden Fleece quest. Percy is upset. I think they might slightly change this and have him choose to run off on his own to save Grover, and once he's on the beach, he runs into Hermes.

Episode ends with Hermes giving Percy the gifts, Annabeth and Tyson running over. And then the camera pans out to a cruise ship out in the distance (The Princess Andromeda!)

Episode 3: I Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever

Comprising Chapters 8-9

I think this episode will open with a flashback to Annabeth, Luke, and Thalia during their time with the Brooklyn cyclops. Probably not much will be revealed beyond Annabeth being young and scared and we won't see what it is that she's scared off.

Cut to the present: Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson are already on the ship. Probs some exposition dialouge about the name of the ship and "Why did Hermes want us to board this ship?"

We'll end up having the confrontation with Luke more or less how it happens in the book. Might have a couple more Annabeth flashbacks thrown in as well, but we don't ever see what she's running from.

Ends with them escaping on the emergency raft.

Episode 4: Clarisse Blows Up Everything

Comprising Chapters 10-11

Opens with them on the raft, probably talking or something, when suddenly a raucous noise draws their attention to Clarisse's ship.

The Charybidis & Scylla fight plays out more or less like the books except literally no one is sad about confederate ghosts dying (redying???)

I imagine we'll have some concurrent Grover and Polyphemus storyline throughout this episode.

Ends with everything being blown up and Percy believing Tyson is dead.

Episode 5: We Check into C.C.'s Spa and Resort

Comprising Chapter 12

Opens with Annabeth and Percy washed up on the shores of Circe's Island.

In the books, I'm pretty sure the island has an enchantment that is part of the reason they don't realize something is up right away and I would love for them to keep that for the show.

Percy's half of the story will play out similarly to the books with the guinea pig stuff.

We'll also get to see what Annabeth is doing on the island. I want it to be clear that she's trying to fight the enchantment, but is struggling (can an athena kid resist the temptation of knowledge?). Her concern for Percy is what helps to pull her out of it ("Where's Percy? What did you do to him?")

Annabeth rescues Percy like in the books with the Multivitamins. They escape to the boat. The escape scene could be drawn out a bit more than it is in the books for ~suspense~

Episode ends with them sailing off.

Episode 6: Annabeth Tries to Swim Home

Comprising Chapter 13

I think this episode will open up with another dream of Grover for Percy, to emphasize that time is running short.

Annabeth tells Percy she wants to hear the sirens.

I envision more Annabeth flashbacks this episode.

Annabeth dives, Percy saves her just like in the book.

They have a heart-to-heart about fatal flaws. Annabeth tells Percy about the Brooklyn cyclops, this is shown through flashback. We finally see what she's been scared of in these flashbacks the whole time. (We get to see baby Annabeth stab a cyclops in the foot bc she's a badass and we deserve to see it)

Episode ends with Polyphemus's Island coming into view and probs some line about "let's go save our friend".

Episode 7: We Meet the Sheep of Doom

Comprising Chapters 14-16

I think we'll open to Grover when Clarisse arrives to the cyclops lair and we'll watch her ruin his bride cover.

Then it switches to Annabeth and Percy on the island surveying the sheep and the fleece. After a moment, Annabeth says she has a plan.

Cut to Percy annoyed and hanging on the underbelly of giant sheep muttering about Annabeth's plan.

I think the ensuing Polyphemus confrontation will be pared down a bit for time, but will still include the initial fight in the cave, escaping across the bridge, and Tyson's triumphant return.

Episode ends with them leaving a wailing Polyphemus on the island.

Episode 8: The Fleece Works It's Magic Too Well

Comprising Chapters 17-20

They arrive on land, parse out Clarisse's prophecy and send her ahead with the fleece.

Luke and his crew show up. This confronation plays out similarly to the books with the IM message. Chiron and the Party Ponies arrive. Depending on their CGI capabilities, it might just be Chiron who arrives. Fighting ensues.

They get back to CHB where they witness Clarisse put the fleece on the tree. All seems to be well.

It's clear that some time has passed now. They do the second chariot race. Percy & Annabeth win. CHEEK KISS.

As they are celebrating, attention is drawn to Thalia's tree (maybe it's like glowing or something). The campers all head towards the tree to see what's up and find a girl lying against it. Her face is hidden. Percy asks her who she is and she looks up and we get to see her face for the first time.

"I am Thalia. Daughter of Zues." Roll credits.

I considered having the Thalia scene be a post-credit moment, but I think it's too important for setting up season 3 to not have as part of the main episode.

A good post-credit scene I think would be like Grover on the phone at Westover Hall and saying something like "All I know is that these two kids are powerful and they're in danger. I could use your help getting them to camp."

Anyways, I'd love to hear people's thoughts!

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

Stats from Movies 1301-1400

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

964 Pinocchio (1991) had the most votes with 925 votes. Screamplay (1984) had the least votes with 269 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) was the most watched film with 66% of voters out of 844 saying they had seen it. Discopathe (2013) had the least "Yes" votes with 0,3% of voters out of 352.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

Pet Sematary II (1992) was the least watched film with 70.7% of voters out of 491 saying they hadn’t seen it. Bondage Ecstasy (1989) had the least "No" votes with 5,1% of voters out of 490.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) was the best known film, 3,1% of voters out of 844 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

Bondage Ecstasy (1989) was the least known film, 94% of voters out of 470 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

Needful Things (1993) The Ninth Gate (1999) Last Radio Call (2022) Mind Body Spirit (2023) Digging Up the Marrow (2014) Howard's Mill (2021) Cold Ground (2017) Wekufe (2016) They're Watching (2016) Archivo 253 (2015)

The Thin Man (2015) Bramayugam (2024) Exhibit A (2007) Z (2019) The City of the Dead (1960) Night of the Eagle (1962) Psycho Gothic Lolita (2010) Incident at Loch Ness (2004) Cannibal Holocaust (1980) The Ninth Configuration (1980)

Home Movie (2008) The Reflecting Skin (1990) Hatchet II (2010) Hatchet III (2013) Victor Crowley (2017) Door in the Woods (2019) The Evil Within (2017) In the Cold of the Night (1990) Alien: Covenant (2017) Dust Devil (1992)

It Came from Beneath the Sea (1955) 964 Pinocchio (1991) The Witches Mountain (1973) Screamplay (1984) Terror Eyes (1989) Maximum Overdrive (1986) Colossus: The Forbin Project Exte: Hair Extensions (2007) Bats (1999) Mirrors (2008)

Old People (2022) Sea Fever (2019) Interview with the Vampire (1994) Gothika (2003) Helter Skelter (2012) One Missed Call (2008) Truth or Dare (2018) The Unholy (2021) Children of the Corn (1984) Feral (2017)

Sweetheart (2019) The Invasion (2007) A.M.I. (2019) Look Away (2018) Fatal Frame (2014) It Lives Inside (2023) The Voices (2014) We Are the Night (2010) The Unborn (2009) Cold Prey (2006)

Cold Prey 2 (2008) Cold Prey III (2010) Death Spa (1988) Cat's Eye (1985) Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed (2004) The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957) The Omen (1976) Mondo Weirdo (1990) Bondage Ecstasy (1989) Pet Sematary II (1992)

Amityville 1992: It's About Time Freddy vs. Jason (2003) You'll Never Find Me (2023) The Ranger (2018) Virus (1999) Eternal Blood (2002) Hannibal (2001) Hannibal Rising (2007) God Told Me To (1976) Meet the Applegates (1990)

Discopathe (2013) Evil Ed (1995) Rasen (1998) The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962) Saturday the 14th (1981) Carnosaur 3: Primal Species (1996) Anaconda (1997) Anacondas: The Hunt For The Blood Orchid (2004) The Video Dead (1987) Guinea Pig 2: Flower of Flesh and Blood (1985)

Destroy All Neighbors (2024) Lady Frankenstein (1971) AM1200 (2008) Stigma (1980) Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) Shutter (2008) The Whisperer in Darkness (2011) Gaia (2021) Lurking Fear (1994) Them! (1954)

3-Headed Shark Attack (2015)

[tailsbeth-writes]

Welcome back! Hope y'all have enjoyed your little break & feeling refreshed and ready for more ficlets.

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun! 

☀️ This week's prompts are summer holiday/vacation activities ☀️

🍹Drinks at the hotel bar

🏊🏻‍♂️ Swimming in the pool

📚 Reading (probably under a shade)

👀 Skinny dipping in the sea

🧖🏻‍♀️ Spa day

💃🏻 Dancing with the locals

🍴 Trying out the national delicacies

🥾 Walking tour

🥵 Getting sun burn

✈️ Travel Shenanigans

My fandoms: RWRB, Bridgerton, Heartstopper, Young Royals & new addiction; Dead Boy Detectives!

Tag you're it: @run-for-chamo-miles @taste-thewaste @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @myheartalivewrites @priincebutt @typicalopposite @porcelainmortal @luainthewild @fullerthanskippy @miss-minnelli @emmalostinwonderland @jmagnabo92 & open tag as always! 🫶🏻

[jonsonusa]

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