#the orange grove boys

[thecryptidart1st]

Sketches of mostly my original characters Diesel-Mykel and Brett, who were ripped off inspired by Janice and Damian from Mean Girls (2004), in scenes of Janice and Damian from Mean Girls (2024) (with occasional appearance of Austin, who was ripped off inspired by Cady from Mean Girls (2004) in scenes of Cady from Mean Girls (2024))

[aestheticnums]

Expect nothing.

Appreciate everything.

[kazalmilk]

do people on tumblr gaf about OC posting…?

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there! I just wanted to congratulate you for all your hard work!! All of you have made an important account for this fandom, and I hope you're all doing alright

As a treat (and only if you want!!), can you tell me a cool fic you've read but never recommended before? (If not, that's quite alright)

Hello. Here are some fics I've read and enjoyed recently that I don't think we've recommended before, but if we have they are worth recommending again and adding to the #mod faves tag...

Marriage in an Orange Grove by shanimalx (T)

Murmurations is the oldest café in Soho, whose clientele is usually limited to reclusive artists, older men who value peace and quiet, and those who know the employees personally. Crowley is all three. (Aziraphale makes Crowley a cup of coffee, and Crowley kind of wants to marry him for it.)

Imagine how the world could be by HolRose (T)

Salesman Crowley is driving home when he sees a man in obvious distress at the side of the road. He stops and offers him a lift. Little does he know that this compassionate action will change his life forever. This is a human AU that can be read as a stand-alone story without reference to the other works in the series.

Between a Book and a Hard Place by LCwrites (E)

After a very enjoyable one-night stand, A. Z. Fell and A. J. Crowley go separate ways, though memories of each other linger. More than they ought to, considering it was nothing but a casual encounter and they won't meet again. How fortunate for them that their respective work is keeping them busy. Having one of his more salacious novels turned into an audio book should be enough of a distraction for Aziraphale. As should be getting to narrate one of the famous M. Cortese's porn books – pardon: historical erotica – for Crowley.

A Tricky Situation (Entirely of his own making) by sixbynine (E)

"Crowley stood up and went to leave, he turned back just as he opened the door and took a deep breath. “You know I was quite excited to come here and work with you. I enjoyed reading your work. I disagree with a lot of it, but your writing style is lovely and every so often you’d let that privileged rich white boy mask drop and it was fantastic. I was hoping to meet that Professor Fell, but I’m beginning to think maybe he doesn’t exist and I’m going to be stuck with a rude stuck up arsehole for the next five years.” He slammed the door behind him before Aziraphale could respond. Aziraphale gaped, open mouthed, at the shut door." -- Aziraphale is teaching at Kings College London. He's been teaching at King College London for a long time now thank you very much and he does not take kindly to new Professors being sprung on him suddenly. Especially when this one has quite publically made his opinon of Aziraphale's work known. Luckily Aziraphale has an understanding penpal...

Among the Stacks by MeinirRhos (NR)

Nearly a year after Aziraphale returns to Heaven, he vanishes from existence, leaving Crowley bereft on Earth. Just when the demon has finally started to heal and move on with his life, he finds his angel by chance in a library. But Aziraphale has no memory of his life as an angel, or of Crowley. How will our hero cope?

But You Are An Ocean by megzseattle (T)

After Aziraphale's defection, Crowley tries to figure out how to live life for himself.

- Mod D

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Love Sucks VI. The Kiss

Vampire!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

He’s just a gloomy, little guy.

The Masterlist 🩸

It had taken Steve a long time to garner control over his new body, his teeth. The razor sharp canines that cut and sliced his gums when he was hungry, when he was tired, angry, overwhelmed. It took time to learn how they worked, how to conceal them, how to override the reaction, to keep them hidden under his lips. Months, years, maybe centuries - Steve had forgotten.

But eventually, it became a little easier and they didn’t hurt as much and Steve stopped cutting himself on them, sliced fingers a thing of the past. But Steve had never kissed someone, not like this, not with them.

Not dead.

He’d know you for months now, the time ticking over like a new kind of season, one he felt like he hadn’t seen in so long. You were like summer, warm and soft and sweet and achingly pretty. You smelled like honey, like citrus groves in the sun, like the melancholy scent of sunscreen rubbed on freckled shoulders, like chlorine and pool days. Steve thought he’d never loved someone as much as he loved you.

He wanted to show you. He wanted to do more than bring you pocketfuls of flowers, he wanted to more than hold your hand. He didn’t want to hurt you though. So when you say on your knees in the middle of your bed one day, just as summer turned into fall, your eyes earnest and shy, Steve wasn’t sure what to do. You were leaning in close, lashes fluttering, nose almost brushing his own and Steve forgot all about the book in his lap.

He gulped, swallowed thickly and clumsily and his mouth watered at the sight of you so close. He could see the tiny marks upon your skin, freckles and silver scars, a blemish you’d tried to cover with a little concealer, the shine of your lip balm on your mouth. He could smell the citrus groves on you, sunscreen swapped out for a cocoa butter lotion, like cinnamon and oranges.

His fangs split his gums, tongue tasting like pennies - just for a second - and he groaned, backing away from you until his shoulders hit the wall and he was shying into the corner. Steve saw the hurt in your eyes, the rejection shining there. He groaned again, this time much more frustrated than before. He licked at his gums, shuddering at the catch of his fangs. More blood, a drip, drip, drip.

“It’s not— it’s not you, it’s not like that—”

You sniffed, waving a hand between the two of you, between your watery eyes and his feeble words. “It’s okay, Steve, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I want to kiss you,” Steve blurted, his words fumbling, desperate. “I do. I want to kiss you. A lot.” He swallowed again, metal going down his throat, iron on his tongue. He pointed to his teeth, a fingernail napping against one, white and sharp. “I just don’t know how.”

You smiled, relieved, the sting of rejection fading the same way the sun did. “Let’s talk about it then, yeah?”

It’s how you ended up on the boy’s lap, as innocent as the position could be. Your bedroom was darker now, a faint glow from your lamp casting Steve’s skin in a pink-peach glow. He looked more alive than he’d ever felt. His hands were chaste, curling around the tops of your knees and he nodded as you moved a little closer, your nose brushing his and Steve held his breath in anticipation. His fangs cut a little more, stretching from his gums until they ached and he was sure the pain would only lessen if he got his lips on you.

A peck. That’s all it was. A quick, two second press of your lips against his own, closed mouthed and fleeting.

Steve could taste fireworks, he was sure of it. Colour and smoke and fire and glitter. Maybe it was in his chest, maybe something inside of him had burst. Maybe it had given him a new heartbeat.

“Okay?” You asked, your word barely a breath and you’d pulled back enough to glance down at Steve through your lashes, your own heart racing and you were sure the boy would hear it. “Was that okay?”

Steve nodded furiously, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes, the faint lilac-rose flush on his cheeks. His gums were stinging but he moved his hands from your knees to your waist, squeezing there. “Mhm,” he hummed. “Keep going.”

So you grinned and leaned in again, lips brushing his again, once, twice, bottom lip grazing over his top and Steve let out a gasp, a sigh. He parted his lips, eager to taste you a little more and you hissed when one fang caught you. Just a little, just slightly, no more than a drag but Steve froze.

You shook your head, desperate to keep kissing him, to keep feeling him. You let your hands cradle his face, fingers tracing along his jaw and you murmured sweet nothings, soft nonsense that you hoped would calm the boy. “No, no, hey, it’s okay. Steve? I’m fine.”

You let Steve drag his head back, only just, his wide and panicked eyes scanning your face, your mouth. No blood. No cuts. He blew out the breath he’d been holding, squeezed at your waist again.

“Again?”

The boy nodded.

[clockwayswrites]

Danny/Jason, Orange, Apricot Tree

@Dreams-of-skaia

“Stupid Bruce and his stupid rules in this stupid house,” Jason grumbled as he stomped through the yard, as far away from the house as he could manage.

Okay, maybe not as far as he could manage, but the grove of trees where he couldn’t see the manor anymore was good enough. He tossed himself down at the base of one of the trees. Idly, he picked at the bark, digging his fingernail under a loose bit. “Just want my mom.”

Thump.

An apricot landed on the ground next to him. It was bright, bright orange against the dirt and moss. Jason picked it up curiously and turned it over in his hands.

Thump.

A second landed right where the first had been.

“You’re supposed to eat it.”

Jason shouted (it totally wasn’t a screech, shut up) and hurled the apricot where the voice had come from. He watched as it sailed right through the boy lounging in the tree.

“…what?”

“Dude, not cool! I’m sharing here!” the boy said, floating down from the tree. His white hair seemed to defy all gravity for a moment before it settled over half his face. “Hi, I’m Phantom!”

“…Jason.”

-

“Jason! You came back!” Phantom’s smile was blinding.

-

“Hide and seek, and none of your ghost shit,” Jason said.

“Winner gets what?” Phantom asked dubiously, though he came down from the tree. Jason didn’t know if he lived there or what, but he was always around when Jason came to visit.

Jason smirked and held up the plastic wrapped prize. “One of Alfred’s cookies.”

“So in,” Phantom said with a grin.

-

“Jason!” Phantom called, swooping down from the sky. “Let’s go flying!”

-

“You’ve read it?”

“And liked it,” Jason said and passed the book back. “Why are you reading it?”

“Homework.”

“What the fuck does a ghost have home work for?”

Phantom looked way, rubbing the back of his neck. There was a flash of white and then instead of a cold spot leaning against Jason’s shoulder there was warmth.

“Danny. My other name is Danny. I’m only half ghost.”

-

“Jason! Dude! I went to space!”

-

“And he just doesn’t get it! I didn’t do anything! And the guy was scum! So many people are safer now that he’s dead. Why is Bruce sorry about it?”

“Hey, come sit down,” Danny said. He patted the dirt next to him.

Jason huffed but took the spot. He twisted and tucked his face against Danny’s shoulder, glad the other was human right then. He needed the warmth. In a whisper he asked, “Why does Bruce care more about him than me?”

-

“Jason! …Jason? Hey, Jason… where are you?”

-

Jason tried not to fidget as he stood beside Bruce on the little raised platform in front of the press. Bruce Wayne’s missing son, back from the dead, Jason thought bitterly, of course ever press who could take a train, car, or plane was there.

Something caught Jason’s attention and before he knew it his hand snapped out to catch the thing that had been sailing towards his head.

It was an apricot.

He turned it over in his hands.

It was bright, bright orange.

It couldn’t be….

“Jason!”

Did some prompts, here is the masterpost.

[at1nys-blog]

Some stories gets told: The start

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x reader

Summary: After the duel with Mihawk, reader can't seem to leave Zoro's side while he is fighting between staying alive and reaching for an old friend

A/N: the way I am putting so much efforts in this is crazy, literally watching scenes in loop to understand how to add things and if they actually work in the original setting of the live action. I mentioned de@th a couple of times but briefly considering how long this is getting. Created a new village on Gecko Island for the sake of this ff Miro Village does not exists in the world of one piece, if it does I'm a lucky mf lol.

Pt.1\Masterlist\\Pt.2

If three days ago people would have told her she was going to fight Kalahadore and his minions, she would have laughed at her faces; if three days ago people would have told her she was going to enjoy a trio of wanna be pirates she would have laughed it off saying that the only crew she was going to join was the same as Yasopp's; if three days ago people would have told her that she was going to face one of her greatest fears, she would have joked about it, but there she was after a fight with Kaya's butler in the company of three wanna be pirates.

The bar was filled with pirates and some Marines, or so she thought. Her blurry vision was not of help, everyone dressed in blue or white, or white and blue, was a possible enemy that was waiting for the right time to strick an attack and bring them back to headquarters.

-...sea slug.-she heard the swordsman say, confused to why he was talking about sea slug, which, by the way, she thought were very cute, she asked for some explanations. Nami only pointed at Usopp, dancing with his usual grace and talent, if that could even be called grace or talent.

-Look at him. Like he doesn't have a care in the world.- the orange haired girl stated, she wanted to replay, to say that in reality Usopp was just putting on a facade, but who was she to spill secrets that were not of her owns? No one, so she just kept quite and went back to her drink. A not well made one on her humble opinion, but at least she was able to drink and have fun.

The girl, once again that night, went back into her own thoughts forgetting she was in company but even if she wanted to have a conversation with the two in her heart she knew it wasn't a good idea. Not when drunk and knowing such state meant spilling everything that was on her mind.

-..you drink.- that was the key word that got her attention, if drinking was in the equation she wanted to be part of whatever they were doing. -You guess something about me, I drink.- he said pouring some of the rum in three little glasses.

-uuhhh I want to play.-

-Not now.-they both said in unison.

-First round is between me and the thief.- Zoro said not taking his eyes off of Nami which smirked at the boy.

If her attention was on Usopp and having her drink, now it was on her two new friends having a drinking game.

-I bet yu grew up in a big city, running schemes, hanging out in swanky bars like this one.-Zoro was the first one to try and guess under Nami advice, she gave him a second smirk. Y/N imagines the swordsman got it wrong from how the girl next to her reacted. And she was right.

-You might be thirsty.-Nami said. -I grew up in a small village. Barely a village. Just an handful of houses in the center of a tangerine grove.- Y/N started to picture how beautiful that might have been, that once again her mind alienated her from the conversation.

Y/N didn't know how long she was gone in her little world, but when she was back to reality second round was on, and this time she wanted to partecipate, but aparently the universe didn't want her to play that Usopp came back at the table with "his new best friend" or whatever.

-What did you say your name was again?-he asked sitting next to Nami.

-Which one of you is Monkey D. Luffy?-Y/N noticed Nami trying to get some informations out of the new nameless guy, asking who wanted to know such a question.

-You are Dracule Mihawk.- the name didn't ring any bell to Y/N, she had never heard that name, or at least while she was intoxicated from all the alcohol she had, the name was completely new to her ears.

-I have business with your captain. If you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over.- she noticed the man didn't like to beat around the bush, he just wanted to get to Luffy.

-We don't know anyone named Luffy. Right, guys?- Y/N looked at Nami confused.

-What do you mean we don't know him? He came here with us.- she turned to the elegant dressed man and told him that Monkey D. Luffy was somewhere around the Baratie but she didn't know exactly where.

-You are unbeliavable.-

-What? Is true he was with us and now he is not.- she defended herself, the two of them started to bicker: Nami trying to explain to her friend why she was supposed to lie, but their attention was back at Zoro when they hard him saying Mihawk, was it Mihawk?, she didn't care much, what she cared about was why for the East Blue did he say that the man was going to die the very next day.

In that moment Y/N was sober in an instant, her brain was back to function normally and so her body. She moved forward, motion followed by the girl next to her, she wanted to understand fully what was happening, maybe she heard wrong. Maybe Zoro was just playing around but even if she had known the man for less than a week she could tell he never joked, at least not about somo random guy dying.

-I, Roronoa Zoro, challenge you to a duel to the death.-

-To the what now?- she said as a reflex, it was not like she meant to say out loud but it happens and the fact that Mihawk was staring at her was not helping her nervouness to settle down. The man turned back almost immediatly letting the green haired swordsman know he never heard of him, implying how small of a fly he was in his eyes.

-They call me the Demon Pirate Hunter. But my lifelong dream it to best you in single combat and become the greatest swordsman in the world.- now that is a great dream compared to hers, that just wanted to live numerous adventures and write about them.

Y/N started to second guess if starting such a journey was even worth it, she was surrended by people with amazing dreams, even Usopp had a better dream than hers. She shook the thoughts away, now she had to more important matter to care about.

Once the challenge was accepted and the time was set Mihawk left and she was on her feet in an instant, she tried to say something but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat. She was speechless, Zoro did not just challenged someone that, for what she got from their conversation, is the most powerful and skilled swrodsman out there.

-You just have signed up your death sentence, you idiot.- she said and left to head back to the Going Merry.

Zoro was polishing his swords when Usopp came back with Luffy behind him, Y/N was silently listening to the conversation happening in the room, not really knowing how to handle the situation. Sure wasn't her friend, how could he be after a day they have known each other? But she didn't want him dead already.

Words of the conversation came and didn't so her brain didn't process half of what they had been talking about, she just knew Nami was trying her best to change Zoro's mind.

It was after Luffy and Usopp left the room that Zoro spoke directly to her that night, asking why she was still there.

-The promise.- she had heard that part, his dream was a promise made to someone; he was going to die just for a promise he made in the past. -did you made it to your friend?- he didn't answer but his body language told her everything she wanted to know. -in that case, I hope you are not going to die. Good luck.- she said walking outside ready to go and try to have some good sleep.

Waking up the next morning felt like a task, her head was pouding so much that if she had too many thoughts her head was going to explode in milion pieces for the lack of space. Trying to stand up from her hammock without falling was another task she didn't know how she managed to carry out, her legs feeling like jelly pudding but she managed to stay on her feet and following the boys outside, after wearing a pair of sunglasses.

The duel started and Y/N wanted to go back on the ship. She didn't want to see Zoro lose, she believed Zoro was a strong fighter and very much the most talented swordsman she ever knew but if his opponent had decided to use a tiny sword that looked like more like a knife, there was a high chance his friend was going to die in the worst case scenario.

The first time the weapon inflicted a scar on Zoro, Y/N gasped and hold onto Usopp to not fall butt flat on the ground for the scare it gave her.

-Why don't you retreat?- Mihawk's voice was cold, dry of any type of emotion when he spoke to him.

-I can't.-

-He can't.- a whisper, taken away from the wind in an istant, not Usopp nor Luffy behind her heard what she said and she was glad. She didn't want to explain herself, not right now.

-Or my dream will be lost forever.- and this is when things got for the worse. The swordsman took out Yoru, the sword he carries on his back and there was a fraction of seconds after the collision between the weapons where it felt like time stopped for good. Then the glenging of Zoro's swords hitting the ground broken into pieces. Y/N gasped, holding tighter on her best friend's arm.

The green haired boy sheated his good sword in place, opened his arms to form a T with his whole body. Tension grew in the air, everyone knew what was going to happen.

While the rest of the crew gave a glance towards each other she couldn't. Her eyes, even if weakened by the bright sun rays, couldn't leave the form of the boy that was about to die in a second now.

-ZORO- Luffy was the first to react, in a second the boy with the straw hat was next to his first mate, hoping to not see him dying in his hands. The conversation him and Mihawk had came in and out Y/N ears, she was focused on praying for the boy to not die.

Usopp was next, he run to his friends' side, pulling her with him in the process, she tripped loosing the grip on his best friend and falling on the ground. Nami tried to help her up, asking if she was okay but she was just able to keep silent.

It was just like when she was a kid and her father had died; it was like when she was a little girl and saw his first friend die, it was as if death was following her wherever she was going collecting people she loved one after the other. Her nails became such an important thing to stare at, she couldn't stand the sight of the pirates around Zoro, trying to speak comforting words that he was going to be okay.

He is not going to be okay, she thought, how could he? He had lost already too much blood and the more they were staying there doing nothing the more he was going to be more on the other side.

It was Nami that brought everyone back to reality and started to shout orders left and right. She asked the boys to take Zoro from the arms while she and Y/N would hold him from the legs.

Everything became a race with time, the more they wasted the more likely was for Zoro to die of blood loss. The four of them put him on the table of the kitchen; Usopp started to run around trying to find some towels or everything that could come in handy; Nami checked on the wounds; Luffy started to space out, every type of noise started to fade out and Y/N didn't know what to do, once again in her life she didn't know how to save another life.

-Someone...- the (your hair color) haired girl knew what she had to do, if no one was of any help she had to find someone that could be. She sprinted outside heading back to the resturant, they had to have a doctor or some sort of thing, didn't they? If that was not the case she was just unlucky.

Entering the resturant she clumsly tried to remember where was the kitchen, the place wasn't that big but in her mental state it was going to be hard remembering her own name.

When she found the door she rushed in, getting the chef and waiter's attention. The blond guy smirked, ready to flirt with her but noticing the worried expression on her face he just asked her if everything was fine.

-Nothing is fine.-she catched her breath for a moment. -Zoro got... He has a very pretty bad sword wound we need a doctor.- please tell me there is one on board, please please please. Her eyes were staring at the owner of the establishment and her face dropped when he said that the closest one was two days from there. Just my luck.

-I can't help you. Hope your friend makes it.-

-No, please you have to help us, please. Maybe there is a doctor on...-

-Ehy, where do you think you're going?- she wanted to punch the chef, he was totally ignoring her call of help and cared more where his waiter was going than on the live or death situation she presented him.

-To help her friend.- said Sanji

-Brunch is not gonna prep itself.- he reminded him. She was totally going to punch him if he ignored once again what was happening.

-You always told me to feed anyone who's hungry.- she heard him saying while looking around the room. -I don't see how this is any different.- he added.

The owner of the resturant sighed, realizing that he had no other choice but try and do somethig to help the dying kid.

-Fine. Bring me my kitchen knives and a bottle of our best whiskey. And a fresh yellowtail from the cooler. Bigger the better.-he ordered and started walking outside. Sanji was confused, why would Zeff need a yellowtail? -Just do it already.-

Y/N walked them to the Merry and once she pointed the direction of the kitchen, she let them go in first. She wanted to stay away from there, she didn't want her bad luck to linger over Zeff while he worked on Zoro's wounds.

It had been some time since the two chefs came to stich the swordsman up so when she saw the chef leaving the kitchen she jumped on her feet asking how her friend was doing. Zeff assured her the guy was resting but only time could have told if he was going to live or not.

She walked inside meeting eyes with Usopp, Luffy stop tending on Wado and looked at her, giving the girl a forced smile, and she did the same. She was in no shape for smiling sincerely.

-How is he doing?-her tone was almost inaudible if it wasn't for the lack of noises.

-He is resting now, we are hoping for the best.-Usopp answered, she looked in the direction of Nami's room but then changed her mind. She didn't want for her bad luck to make things worse.

Usopp noticed. He always did. He had know her for a long time now and could read her like an open book. He knew what she had to go through, she had told him, trusting in his vow to not say a thing.

-You can go and talk to him. Maybe he would like to hear from a more gentle voice.- he joked.

-I heard that.- that made her laugh a little and she made a note to herself to thank her best friend for the joke.

-But...-he started again, Y/N stopped him, it was fine. She was going to stay in her room for the time being hoping that everything was going to get better.

-What's up with her?-Asked a worried Sanji looking the girl dissapearing from his view. After she had left the cook tried to get some info out the sniper but the man brushed it off lying that he wished to know as well.

Entering her room she locked herself in, not wanting people in for now, she wished for some alone time.

She went to the little desk and turned on the snail radio searching for a station worth listening to hear. Every station she picked were talking about some piracy activity around the East Blue or the New World, some had music but nothing that was of her taste. Her patience was running short, nothing was good enough, growing impatience she took the snail and throw it away.

The object made a loud noise that had been heard downstairs for sure, but she didn't care. She really didn't. She got herself under the blanket, cold running throught her body even tho the weather was pretty warm.

It took her nothing to fall asleep, and to be surrended by her nightmares coming back to make her sleep difficult. Between the faces that she was used to see screaming at her, putting the blame on her a new was added to the crowd: Zoro's. He wasn't talking like the others, he was silently looking at her dissapointment all over his features. Y/N tried to apologize, but words couldn't come out, they were stuck making her choke on air.

-Z...-nothing, her throat felt dry, like the ground back in Syrup Village during the drought. She felt powerless as usual. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, she wanted to apologize but it was hard when the only thing you can do is breath.

Breating, the only thing she was able to do was to breath but with time she found herself having an hard time doing that as well, dropping on the ground. Tears creeped out her eyes, watering her eye line but she tried her best to fight the urge to cry her eyes out.

She woke up covered in sweat and sighed asking herself when was she going to stop having nightmares or was she going to live like that forever? If that was the case she hoped the sea was going to take her as soon as possible, before she was going to lose her mind.

After a quick shower and a change of outfit she tippy toed outside her room making sure no one was around she headed to check on Zoro. She was happy to see they were alone in that moment.

She closed the door behind her and for a moment she pondered if it was a better idea go back to her room and stay there untill her friends were back, no she decided to keep Zoro company for a while. Maybe she didn't really know what to say, but the words were going to come at some point, wouldn't they?

She moved the chair closer to the bed he was resting on, glanced for a while his hand. Was oaky for her to hold it? Was he going to even feel it? She didn't know what to do, she had found herself in that position countless of times and yet it was just like the first time.

-Zeff told me it is a good idea to talk to you but honestly I don't even know what to say.- she thought she was sounding stupid, who on the seven seas starts a conversation like that? Her for sure. -Usopp hasn't always been my best friend, I had one before I met him. She was older than me, not much older, just two years of diference.- she smiled. -I was new to Miro Village. The first two months she was really mean to me so I would avoid her most of the times, even thought she would find ways to bully me so I gave up. She did everything in her power to make me upset, she blamed everything on me to get me in trouble like that one time she stole an entire cart of fruits and told the major it was my fault. He had to call in my parents, they wanted to talk to my dad about my behaviour but little they know he was dead. He had died some weeks prior I moved there, the journey wasn't that long since I used to live nearby but no one knew, how could they? Is not like I talked about it nor anyone cared to ask why a lonely little girl walked miles to get there, they were just happy there was someone doing the jobs no one wanted. She apologized for how she treated me but to be honest with you it wasn't that important, she was the only one that paid attention to me, yes you might argue it was not the best way but when you are a kid that goes unnoticed you kinda of like it when someone talks to you, even if is just to make fun of you.- she took a deep breath, now it came the hard part. -We started to get closer and closer until one day pirates raided the village, they took her because she was trying to protect little ol' me. They killed her on the spot and I was going to follow her if it wasn't for a random citizen pumbing into the pirate. It gave me the window to run away and I found shelter in Syrup Village where I met Usopp. Sometimes I see her in my dreams, she is always mad at me because I ran away and I didn't help her, sometimes I think back at...-

Someone was on board, she could tell, checking who was she felt safe seeing her captain. Luffy walked past her ignoring her presence, not because he didn't like her, for all the seas if that was the case she couldn't even have thought on putting a single foot on his ship, the captain had to fix the problem first thing first.

-Hey, Zoro. You sure missed a big fight. Those fishman guys were though. You would have loved it.- she smiled, knowing that was 100% so true. -...great dinner. All of us sitting around together, listening to Usopp's stories. Only I kinda messed it up. And now I lost Nami.- schock was painted all over Y/N, what was he talking about? Losing Nami? How? When? Why?

-...but I know what to say now, and is so simple. I need you, Zoro. I need you to wake up.- the girl felt ashemed, she wasn't able to say those simple words, indeed went on about her childhood friend that died to protect her. She was glad that her captain got the courage to say those words.

-You gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? Geez, you people really like to talk uhm?- Luffy jumped on top of Zoro, Y/N was only able to stare at the two boys in front of her. He was alive, how? She was pretty sure he was done for. She thanked whoever decided to let him live.

Luffy hugged his first mate, making him groan out of pain.

-Luffy, Luffy get off you are hurting him.- the girl said and before she could help the straw hat pirate down he was already on his feet.

She was now standing next to Luffy, looking at Zoro with a small smile on her face.

-I had the strangest dream that Nami left.-

-She did.-

-What do you mean she did? Why?-

-It's my fault. She left...- he started but Zoro cut him off.

-No, you didn't do anything wrong. You acted like a captain.- Luffy couldn't understand, if he did actually act like a captain, why was the crew falling apart more and more? -No, it's not. I, Roronoa Zoro, vow to stand by your side from now until the end. Until we find the One Piece or die trying.- he kept on with his vow and Y/N could only admire the boy for that. She started thinking if she was in any position to vow eternal loyalty or if her presence on the Going Merry was just temporary, she hoped not for the latter.

-so what do you say?-

-What?-

-Do you want to be part of my crew as a loyal member?-she was taken aback, no one had ever asked for her opinion on important metters, she grew up following orders. If she was told to do something her only concern was to carry on the task, no question asked, but now? Now she was given the chance to choose: eaither stay on board and become a part of the Straw Hat pirates, or leave and starting fresh a new life somewhere else.

-If you accept me, I'll be honored to follow you and protect this crew and the one in needs.-

-Of course I accept you, why would have I asked to join in the first place? Now...- the three of them got interrupted by Usopp screaming and happy to see his friend awake.

-I wasn't worried for a second.-

-Yeah, not worried at all, in fact I was the one...-

-HE IS ALIVE.-he said raising with such force his hand and Zoro's in the process, making the wounded guy groan out of pain.

-LUFFY STOP. - she separeted the two, taking Zoro's hand in hers. -For all the seas, you are going to give him an embaracing death one of those days I am telling you.- she was still holding his hand when the green haired swordsman cleared his throat to get her attention. -Sorry.-

-So, now what we do? Plot a curse to the Grand Line?-

-No, not yet.- was his answer.

-But I thought we were going after the One Piece?-

-We are, but we can't do it without our whole crew.- she smiled, knowing exactly where he was going with that. First mission before heading to the Grand Line: getting Nami back.

-Great, now you two start getting everything ready. I am going to change his bandage.-

-I can do...-the captain started.

-I am not leaving the first mate under your care. You keep treating him like a doll. Now please let get ready to leave.

-I can do it myself.- he groaned trying his best to stand up, but failed.

-dude, you can't even seat without help. Now shut up and let me help you.- he let a small "fine" not sure about the whole situation but it was either that or groaning every two seconds. And as much as his ego screamed at him that it wasn't to be that bad, he gave up and thought that maybe he really needed a little bit of help.

[the-real-treasure]

Treasure Treasure! Masterlist

[One Piece Live Action] Sanji x Reader

COMPLETED

**FULLY EDITED 20/09/24**

Summary:

"I'm not a mind reader Monkey D. Luffy."

"No! You're a dream reader! And that's even better!"

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As a child you were told eating the Treasure Treasure fruit was the stupidest decision you could have ever made. It was pointless, offering no additional skills to assist or support the Supreme Commander's family or scientific endeavours. As useless as the overly emotional boy you were assigned to follow and serve, branded with the number 3 with a line scored through it.

But, as you lay in a courtyard, surrounded by marines vying for your capture and execution, and stared up at the grinning boy in a scruffy straw hat, you realised no.

There were much much stupider decisions to be made.

Read on AO3: Here

Read on Quotev: Here

Total Word Count: 58,800 words

Chapter One: Shipwrecks and Hopeless Dreams

Chapter Two: Straw Hats and Treasure Maps

Chapter Three: Whispered Wishes and Demanded Dishes

Chapter Four: Big Big Top Trouble and the Risks of Show Business

Chapter Five: Sweet Syrupy Lies

Chapter Six: Let Sleeping Cats Die

Chapter Seven: Returning Tides of Home

Chapter Eight: Mon Cœur Est Un Petit Âne

Chapter Nine: Treasure Troves in Orange Groves

Chapter Ten: Poisson d'Arlong

[1-800-cr33py]

STILL GREEN

RZ! Michael Myers, AFAB Reader, Feminine Terminology Used, reader is lowkey highkey delusional

Green.

Green like freshness.

Green like new.

Green like envy.

Green like the jealous pit that lingered within his stomach every time he saw you talking to the neighbors. The same pit that ever only grew in size when it concerned you. You, his darling little mouse, so friendly, so kind. It’s what drew him to you, you know. Kindness wasn’t something that stayed within Smith’s Grove, nor was it catered to. Kindness was snuffed out, diminished at the first sign, but not you. Never you. It was an honest mistake really, you being there. Taking the fall for something someone else did, so valiant weren’t you? Oh, and then you met Michael. Just a boy he was, barely breaching 5’8 at the time, and then you came in, practically skipping. You were a mere year younger than him at the most. The nurses, god fucking damn those nurses, were rough with you, he was and would never be rough with you. Michael watched, a lot. He likes to watch you. You’re quite pleasing to look at in his eyes. You were kind to everyone despite everything the staff and patients did to you. You, his own personal sun, his warmth in this filth-ridden world.

You were his.

And he was your’s.

After your departure from Smith’s Grove, a sad day indeed. You didn’t leave Haddenfield. In fact, you moved back into your old house, fell back into a steady routine. It stayed like that for a good few years, you shedded that girlish immaturity of your’s. But you remained kind, warm. Your days at Smith’s Grove weren’t forgotten, your mind lingered on the boy you’d tried to befriend those handful of years ago sometimes you’d try and visit, though once again in vain. Soon, you moved on, or tried to. You lead a simple life, one that suited you. Work and home. That’s mostly what your days consisted of. Though the news blaring of a highly dangerous patient’s escape from the Sanatarium. Though the name was what made you drop the glass you’d been washing.

Michael fucking Myers.

Any normal person would be scared, terrified even. But you? Not a thing, well not a thing any one word could describe. He was alive after all of this? Something, a small string in your heart pulled for him. You knew how the staff treated the patients within those walls, how they treated Michael. It made you sick, and the memory of Dr.Loomis’s ‘interviews’ left you scarred. Michael was young then, still a boy.

The days were long, dull. Blending together with one another. People’s fear left them paranoid, and paranoia leads to other erratic behavior. Just the other hour an older couple practically had a melt down when they say some kid’s preparing for Halloween. It was sad, but not any of your business. Still, you continued your routine. Though your garden needed tending to. It was something you’d picked up from a grandparent, now it was just something to keep you busy, something to care for. The crisp October air was a pleasantry you’d taken comfort in, letting you wear your comfort jumpers to your hearts content. You knelt, the cold dirt hardened as you plucked at the weeds, tugging a few carrots, and clipping sweet peppers for dinner, though a chill ran down your spine. Not of fear, no, but of a feeling of being stalked. Like prey sensing their impending doom at the awaiting jaws of a predator. You straightened your back, head turning to study the surrounding neighbor’s yards and short stretch of wood.

The hair on the back of your neck bristled.

Him.

Michael was big, bigger than you thought a man could get. An orange mask covered his features, but even then you remembered those eyes. Oh his eyes.. Dr.Loomis was wrong, at least to you. Because Michael looked at you you’d hung the stars and moon themselves, like you were the holy being prophesied to save him. But in a blink, he was gone. You’d think yourself crazy had it not been for his eyes. The same eyes you’d felt drawn to in your youth.

That night you found little sleep. Creaking of your house made his presence know. He wanted you to know. Michael knew how to be quiet, how to make himself invisible, but he wanted you to know he was looming just a few feet away.

“ Michael. “ you announced, voice hoarse. The creaking stopped.

~Time Skip~

You’d gotten used to Michael’s presence, sure, the fact he’d eat any and everything sweet within your house and the neighbor’s was a bit..odd, but everyone has their quirks right? Some days, he’d stand behind you whilst you cooked, almost close enough to touch you. It took a long while to build that up, you weren’t complaining. But Michael was greedy. He wanted everything from you and more, it was the least he was owed after you left Smith’s right? It was the least you could do for him after he keeps your house protected! He encroached slowly, it started off with simple touches on your ankle, then you’d awake with his hand on the inside of your knee and so forth. And here you were now, underneath the mountain you called your house husband.

Michael’s cock throbbed in your heat, this was what? Your fifth orgasm? Sixth? Neither one of you cared enough to keep count. You were so faced out, crossed eyed and drooling at this point, and Michael was panting, guttural moans bordering whine erupting from his throat. He’d mumble what sounded like broken sounds of your name and ‘mine’, you couldn’t quite make it out even if you weren’t so cock-drunk. Michael’s hand crept from beside your head and made its way to your throat, he didn’t choke you, simply felt how small you were compared to him. How delicate you were beneath him. All his. The mere thought has his cock aching, and the look you gave him was delectable. Your perfect lips parted, he stilled. Awaiting your words with a bated breath. “ Please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-“ you begged. The sweet whines you gave Michael were his salvation. You were his heaven begging him for entry. You were his God. His Heaven, his Hell. All gift wrapped into one, perfectly flawed being and all his for the taking. Michael groaned, a guttural sound, his head falling beside your’s, his dark blond locks falling over his face. The night was still young, and your pleas only egged him on further.

Michael’s thrusts quickened, his tip kissing your womb. He could feel you getting close, after all your were practically milking his cock as it was, but now? Your weeping cunt was like a vice. You wrapped you legs around his broad waist, whining and keening for him to bring you past the edge again, despite being so sensitive already. Needy baby, weren’t you? Michael smiled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as you came. Your vision turned white as you tightened your legs around Michael, spent body trembling as you began to go limp. Michael’s head rose from your shoulder, blood staining his teeth as he stared you down, his eyes blown with lust. His kiss swollen lips quivering lips muttering silent words before uttering a statement that had your core aching once more.

“ Not done. “

Author’s Comments: OKAY SOOOO I’m a day behind and it’ll most likely stay that way because my schedule this month is packed as hell already. Mod 800 is currently on break for reasons I will not disclose nor discuss and I will most likely be handling the rest of KinkTober. This is kinda rushed and once again English is neither Mods first languages so please be considerate. Thank you ghoulies!

Signing off,

Mod 888

[sunnydaze4ever]

this might like seem strange or not a very forward idea but can you do qiu and tamarack with a reader who has a bunch of chalk? like they go outside and just use their chalk all the time?

I decided to make headcanons out of this, lmk if you meant a Drabble!

Qiu Lin x Reader, Tamarack Baumann x reader

Them with an MC who uses lots of chalk

Fluff, Platonic/could be romantic

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Them seeing your chalk for the first time:

- Tamarack learned this fun fact on a Sunday afternoon

- Honestly, it’s surprising she didn’t find out earlier

- There were no plans with the boy’s club that day, no shopping to do, and not many ideas in your head

- So you went to your last resort; Chalk.

- A while back, on a boring shopping trip with your mom before even Golden Grove, you spotted a large bucket of chalk. Not only that, a cheap large bucket of chalk

- One cheap enough for your money to afford on your own! So your mom ended up letting you buy it

- Anyway, back to that sunday

- You were currently drawing some mushrooms you had seen in the forest the previous day along with other doodles

- Until Tamarack popped up

- She had been walking out to go to the forest. She was going to ask if you wanted to explore around until she peeked over your shoulder and saw your doodles

- Let me tell you, she lit up.

- “That looks so cool!” She said. You two spent the rest of the day doodling away on the sidewalk

- Qiu had found out when he had returned home from Darren’s house to find you and Tamarack huddled over a bit of the sidewalk

- Honestly, you looked like you were scheming.

- So he, of course, asked what you were doing.

- To which you and Tamarack revealed your masterpiece of pastel pink and yellow and blues.

- After a few compliments from Qiu’s end, he ended up joining in till dinner!

- Which is one of the few times you’ve seen him so far without his gloves (he didn’t want chalk on them)

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Now more general stuff:

- Tamarack, as she stated, thinks it's pretty cool!

- I like to think she has some chalk, but nowhere near the range of colors you do!

- And she doesn’t use them nearly as frequently

- Anyway! She likes to doodle with you sometimes

- Even more she likes to watch you cover the sidewalk all the way from her house to Qiu’s in chalk (If your determined/bored enough to do that much)

- Lets just say both of you are disappointed when it rains

- If you draw her, she’ll be super happy!

- She also likes drawing you sometimes if your both using the chalk

- If she’s drawing with you, she likes using red and yellow because it reminds her of the forest

- Qiu also thinks it’s pretty nice

- Doodle buddies? Doodle buddies.

- The only difference is yours are more colorful and on the ground while his end up on the ground

- Sometimes the two of you will draw similar things but you with chalk usually and him with his notebook

- He likes using your chalk too! But he doesn’t as much as Tamarack might.

- He’ll laugh if he sees you’ve covered the whole houses area with chalk

- If your sad about it washing away, he might suggest using a more permanent drawing tool

- He’ll compliment your drawings and if you bring them up compliment them to Baxter and Darren!

- If he’s using your chalks, he’ll mostly use the yellows and oranges

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[thecryptidart1st]

More OGB sketches based on recent experiences:

*When it was raining recently in SoCal, I saw a tiktok where a high school student was showing a flooded hallway and people who have never been to an outdoor Californian high school were commenting in disbelief that we considered a sidewalk with a roof a hallway (which yes we do; its California)

*My lunch lady friend had the epiphany that despite huge generational changes, high schooler behavior remains a constant and she was serving to kids who reminded her of herself when she was in high school. My only response was “damn I cant believe Bowling for Soup was right”

* Apparently her high school has a night guy. Nobody knows what he does

[aestheticnums]

😏

[onepiecestarry]

A Different Kind of Pirate - Part 2

Hi all, I recently did a poll to see what most people prefer to read and I will be switching the story to second pov :) hope this doesn’t mess anyone up. Thank you for the support!

Zoro X Reader

Masterlist

Part 2: A Routine

You wake up to see no one in the room. Thinking to yourself how odd it is Zoro can stay up so late and yet get up so early. You slip out of bed and go to the bathroom to change back into your regular clothes, leaving Zoro’s shirt folded on the table. 

You begin descending the stairs from the crow’s nest observing everyone doing their own tasks. You then spot the broody man working out in the tangerine grove, away from the rest of the crew. You smile to yourself thinking how silly he is to be so closed off and dark, but someone on the crew must you guessed.

You enter the kitchen to the amazing smell of waffles. Sanji sees you and quickly sets a plate down with fresh fruit and hand-squeezed orange juice. You take your place next to Nami and say, 

“Sanji, you really didn’t need to do all this for me. I’m okay with just a bit of cereal.” You smile. 

“A lady like you? Cereal? God no, over my cold dead body y/n-swan.” He says shocked you even suggested it. 

“Is he always like this?” You whisper to Nami.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” She says flatly back.

You both sit and enjoy your meals, chatting about random things and getting to know each other better. Eventually, Nami points out that Zoro hasn’t eaten yet and that Sanji should fix a plate up for him. He rolls his eyes and remarks,

“Fine, but I’m not bringing it to him.”

“That’s alright, I can. I don’t mind.” You giggle.

Weaving through the tangerine trees looking for the green-haired man, smelling the fresh air. It was almost like a maze with how many trees there were. As you’re about to give up and go out and back in again to start over, you back into something tall, but it isn’t a tree. 

You slowly turn around to the intimidatingly tall man in front of you. Sure, you were intimidated by him, but by no means were you scared. You found him cute and liked the reactions you got from teasing him yesterday.

“I brought you some breakfast!” You say with a big smile. 

“I don’t eat breakfast.” He says with a bite. 

“Well, pretty boys don’t stay pretty if they don’t eat. I’ll leave this here, but you should really eat.” You say moving the plate over to a bench. 

As you walk away you can feel Zoro’s eyes on you the whole time, as if you are a wild animal capable of doing any random movement at any time. 

For the rest of the day, you sit with the other members playing games, telling stories, or reading. You found to quite like Robin’s company specifically. You and her have a very similar sense of humor, and it feels comforting to be around her. 

-----

As the days go on you can’t help but believe Nami truly listened to their captain by setting sail for the farthest island possible. You weren’t complaining though. You had come up with a routine for yourself and quite enjoyed being on the Sunny.

Each morning you wake up and have breakfast with Nami and Robin, you then bring a plate to Zoro. He may say he doesn’t trust you but he always eats what you bring him. After that, you play some card games and such with Chopper and Luffy. You then help Frankie with repairs or his next project. After all that activity, you go back to the bench swing. This happens to be where Zoro naps in the afternoons. As he rests you read and enjoy the sun. Each night you all gather around a fire and enjoy the night. As everyone goes to bed you once again make tea for you and Zoro and ascend to the crow’s nest. 

After the past week and a half of this Zoro hadn’t warmed up to you like the other crew had, but that’s okay, you know he's different and he takes his time to trust people. But he never once rejected your presence, which you count as a win, especially with how much you tease and flirt with him. It was just too easy! You say something as simple as “Hey hot stuff” and he’s a red mess. It's quite cute you think, and it's not as if you're lying, you truly think he's attractive so why not tell him? 

---

You make your and Zoro’s tea, now knowing how he likes it after days of prodding him about it. You bring it up to him and hand him the cup, choosing to this time sit on the crow’s nest balcony with him. 

You both sit in silence watching the waves and stars while sipping your tea. 

“Zoro,” You say. He hums in response. “I forgot my pajamas in the wash.” 

“For god’s sake woman.” He says exasperated.

He moves to his closet once again and throws a shirt at you. He walks to sit back down where he used to be. You laugh at his reaction, and he looks at you a bit puzzled. 

“Why do you always stay up?” You ask curiosity getting the better of you.

“Someone’s gotta make sure no one attacks us while all these idiots are sleeping.” He states with a bit of a smirk on his face. It was faint but you could see the corners of his mouth fighting a smile. You hum in response.

“It must get lonely huh, do you ever get tired?” You ask.

“No not really.” he blandly says.

“Liar.” you say with a smile.

“Excuse me?” He looks at you with bewilderment and a smile on his face.

“I see you in the middle of the night on the balcony asleep, why do you think you always wake up with a blanket in the morning?” You laugh.

“That was you?!” He exclaims. “I thought I was tripping out or forgetting I had gotten a blanket the night before.” He says with surprise. You laugh at his response. 

“How about this, I’ll stay up now and you can get some sleep and then when you wake up, I’ll get some sleep?” You say with a smile now looking away back towards the waves crashing against the boat.

 He hums while thinking. 

“And that way we can both sleep in the bed, and you won’t have back problems.” You try to say while stifling a laugh. 

“I do NOT have back problems!” he says. “But it would be nice to sleep in a bed again. Alright, you’ve got a deal. But if I find you sleeping on the job, I’ll throw you overboard.” he smiles.

“You would never” You feign hurt, “Who would be here to compliment you all the time pretty boy?”

He turns away and walks inside before you can see his reaction, but you know he was trying to stop a smile. He quickly returns with a blanket and says to wake him up if you get tired. 

You stay up for a while, quietly finding constellations or humming to yourself. Eventually, you start to get sleepy but fight it off so Zoro can get some much-needed rest. But alas you couldn’t fight it off forever. 

The next day you wake up in the bed wondering how you got there. You sit up and look at the side table seeing a plate of breakfast and a note. 

The note read: 

Thanks for taking the graveyard shift last night, I’ll think about not throwing you overboard since you helped me out

Z

You smile as you read it and bring the plate to the table. You sit quietly eating, looking out at the beautiful sky.

Later, when you joined the crew, they all asked what caused you to sleep in so late. You told them you started helping Zoro with the night watches so he could get some sleep too. They all nod at your sacrifice. 

Suddenly their faces look serious and you ask what's wrong. 

“We need to go to Dressrosa y/n.” Nami says.

“Oh, why is that?” You question. 

“We just got word from our ally Trafalgar Law to meet up before going there to form an attack on Doflamingo.” Robin states.

“Oh wow, I see, okay. And what do you need me to do? Do you need to drop me off at a nearby island or something?” You say hoping that it won’t come to that. 

“No! We want you to help us!” Luffy yells.

You smile at his request and nod. Frankie leaves to retrieve Zoro before you all start to plan everything. As Zoro walks back you smile at him, receiving the regular small nod. 

The plan was to meet up with the heart pirates and proceed to Dressrosa to plan the attack. We all wanted to take down Doflamingo. You especially, he has always been on your ‘hit’ list but you never thought you could take him alone. You are grateful that you are now with two crews that can. 

You smile to yourself thinking about how different life is now. Hoping not to go back to how it was before. 

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Part.3

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I hope you enjoyed part 2! I am trying to write longer parts because I hate it when stories have short parts, turns out it's hard to do! But the next part should be up tomorrow if I stick to my schedule! Thank you for your support as a new writer! :) 

[b4ts1e]

▀▄▀▄▀▄An Older Sibling▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔/𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊/𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢/𝙾𝚖𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

Detatchable rollerskates are basically normal shoes with special attachments on the bottoms where a metal slab with the wheels attached on it clicks in and out of place. Like in this link.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

Ever since MC moved into the cul-de-sac, it was like both Qiu and Tamarack had a new, older sibling to look after them. Sure at first it was a rough ride, trying to find whoever threw a paper plane at them- which accidentally got their eye, rightfully pissing them off just slightly. When they found the culprit- hiding in a pile of leafs, the anger vanished but they still scolded her for thowing things at strangers. Afterwards, the two found Qiu while searching for whoever left the proclaimed 'trash' on the ground in the forest.

From that point forward, they taught the two as if they were their little siblings. One afternoon, MC had been asked to pick up Tamarack for Granny. Taking their detatchable rollerskates from the conjoined middle and high school to the elementary school where both kiddos studied. They made notice of a slightly familiar blonde in a white and orange puffer jacket going the same direction, but didn't think much of it for the time being.

When they got inside they took off the wheels before going up the stairs to Miss.Murray's classroom, knocking before entering. "Sparkles I'm here to get cha, you ready?" they ask before noticing the blonde from their school, Qiu, and another mature looking guy in the room. "Oh- Qiu. Do you need someone to take you home as well? I'm already here- so.." they offered quickly, barely acknowledging the other boys at first. "Excuse me- who are you?" a woman with red hair in twin braids asked. "Oh- sorry Miss. I'm MC Second, Tamarack and Qiu's new neighbor. Granny asked me to come get Tama for her. I hope that's okay?" they greet politely.

"Oh- so you're who Miss.Baumann sent to collect her for today? I was informed about you, thank you for coming. Welcome to Golden Grove." she said with a kind smile, which MC returned. "Thank you, I-" they started before getting cut off with an umph, getting tackled into a hug by the very girl they were here for. "MC!!!" she shouted, hugging them tightly before backing away and bouncing around a bit. "Hey MC!" Qiu greeted cooly, as if he wasn't just as stunned to see you here as Miss.Murray was.

"Hey kiddos, who're your friends?" they ask, petting Tamarack's head in an affectionate manor- also to get her to calm down a bit. "OH- This is Mr.Darren Murray, he's Miss.Murray's son- you guys go to the same school. And this Mr.Baxter Ward, he goes to a private school- but you guys are the same age!" Qiu jumps in to introduce the boys standing to his left and right sides. "Cool, nice to meet you both. Now- Mr.Qiu Lin, do you need someone to walk you home too?" they ask again, gently bringing Tamarack to their side as she stared out the closest window. "Nope, I'll be taking these three with me this evening. They have plans together." Miss.Murray answered for him, to which Qiu nodded with a smug, yet excited grin.

"Oh alright- thank you ma'am. Have fun Qiu." They say with a smile before their hand gets tugged on by Tamarack. "MC! When we get home can we go to the forest? I wanna go foraging!" she asks excitedly. Taking a moment to feign thinking it over, "Okay...BUT only if you get your homework done first, if you have any at least." they say- taking the opportunity to get her to do her work. "Oh- you were right Autumn, they do act like an older sibling." Baxter pointed out with a smug smirk, readjusting so his hands were in his pockets.

"Kind of reminds me of my brother..." Darren mumbles in return, getting a nod from Autumn as he grins. "Exactly!" he says, voice raising slightly- earning him a disaproving glance from Miss.Murray and MC. "Awww Autumn, do you see me as your older sibling?~" They tease slightly, causing a light blush to spread across the victim's cheeks and ears. "Well- duh...you've been acting like one to both me and Tamarack since you gotten here, and it's been like what...two weeks?" he said, fiddling with his fingerless gloves.

A bit rougher than how they handled Tamarack, they put their free hand on his head and messed up his already slightly messy hair. "Dork. Just make sure you don't keep talking about people without their consent, alright? Not everybody wants their information spread about, you're lucky I trust you kid." they say, stopping their relentless slaughter of his hair- leaving him looking like a frazzeled lion, making the boys behind him, Tamarack, and MC laugh a bit. Qiu laughed along before trying to fix his hair as best as he could without a brush.

"Alright, welp- it's about time me and Sparkles over here headed out. Gotta make sure she gets her work done before she inevitably drags me into the forest. It was cool meeting you all, and thank you for looking after Qiu, Miss.Murray- I know he can be a handle full at times." they say the last part teasingly, making the boy dramatically gape with a gasp- feigning a betrayal. "It's not a problem, thank you for coming to get Tamarack. I know Miss.Baumann is very busy today, so it means alot that you did this for her." the woman said with a kind yet tired smile, making MC chuckle just a bit.

"No I get it, she had a doctor's appointment to get to and I wasn't gonna let this glitterbomb of a child go home alone." they say, making Miss.Murray chuckle a bit with a nod. "Alright, get back safely and have a nice evening!" she says, waving the two of them off as MC took Tamarack's bag from her and putting it over their shoulder.

"See you around!" they said before the door closed and walked Tamarack home, letting her lead the way but making sure no cars were around while she was distracted by the surrounding nature of the beautiful Golden Grove.

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[offbranddrpepsi]

Hello! I would like to make a request. Hwei x Female!White-tailed deer vastaya!Reader headcanons. Reader is a very talented writer and poet, but very shy. Like a deer, it is very easy to scare her off if you approach her unnoticed or call sharply. She has horns, but in her tribe their presence does not depend on gender, unlike ordinary white-tailed deer. Thank you very much!

I want you to know this is such a cute idea and pair for Hwei. I hope i did well

A little bird had settled on the tip of your horns as you wrote yet another poem. Nature was just as calming as it was inspiring so of course you found the easiest time crafting your works here. The little grove you had claimed as your own was secluded, over looking a small lake your tribe often spent their summers at. Right now it was nearing winter so they had drifted further into the forest, preparing for all that it would bring. For you it was the perfect time to breath the life around you into your works before you would be forced to stay close to the group for fear of catching your death.

Idle sounds of nature didn't frighten you as much as one would think. While alert you were still blissful, a small stack of papers sat next to you waiting for the fresh ink to dry. That is when the woods grew silent, a sign of danger, a sign you should either hunker down or leave. A breaking stick sent you and the animals that had found comfort in your presence sprinting off, taking shelter in the brush. Your poems had not been forgotten, well, one had.

The next day you returned, the grove untouched but you were still anxious. Back you went to your work, this time writing a short story for the children of your tribe, something to make them excited for the long winter. The pinks and purples of dawn turned to oranges of dusk. You nearly lost yourself in your work before loud rustling followed by a hardy THUNK sounded from the woods. Away you bounded, your deer like nature allowing you to get away quickly and effortlessly, leaving little trace of yourself but ink marks on the rocks where you sat.

This time you waited for almost two weeks before you returned. What ever creature was lurking had to have lost interest by then so you should be safe. You spent the whole day working and writing, night being your signal to pack things up and head back home. Thats when you saw movement in the woods. Your ears flattened against your head, legs tense as they prepared to run, head tilted forward just enough your horns were ready if you had to defend yourself. Thats when a boy? No, a man, emerged from the woods. Slow and cautious he held his hands up, a scroll in one while the other stayed empty. Weary eyes looked up at you through black hair as he placed the scroll down before backing away. Curious you leaned downward, picking it up quickly.

"I'm sorry I scared you," his voice was strained, he was winded, he must have hiked up here through the long path that cut down the hill. "I didn't know someone would be up here and when I tried to apologize you ran then you didn't show up, you left this." Digging through his tunic he brought out a sheet of paper, eyeing it from your distance you spotted that it was one of you poems. Your face bloomed in embarrassment, ears drooping, at the realization. "That's for you, as an apology" He pointed at the scroll in your arms.

Unrolling it you were greeted with a mess of color that gave way to a beautiful piece of art. It took you looking at it in awe before you realized it was you. Sat poised on the rock you often called home, over looking the lake in the wee hours of the morning, a sky of brilliant violet and pink behind you. Everything was perfect and beautiful, he'd even gotten the details on your tail and ears right despite the obvious distance. You looked blissful, you couldn't help but blush more.

"T-thank you," was all that fell from your mouth as you kept looking at the art.

"Your poem inspired me," he kept his distance though he relaxed, fiddling with his hair as he talked. "And you, you're so peaceful when you write." "You watched me??" "Yes, sorry!" it was his turn to flush as he admitted being maybe a bit creepy. "I don't see Vastayaan often and you're breathtaking surrounded by everything, all the creatures seem so at peace with you here." Hwei wasn't sure what he was saying or why. His mind was often so loud, so painful, and his art showed that. He wasn't used to seeing another artist creating so peacefully, so blissful that it flowed to him and brought him a moment of peace. "I'm sorry, I wont do it again. " "it's fine," your voice was still a bit shaky, not knowing how to take the compliment or how to handle it right now. You felt a bit of guilt but also were flattered he thought so much of you to paint you. "Would you like to read more of my poems? I can come back tomorrow?" "If you'd allow me I'd be honored, maybe I can paint while you write?" "That sounds perfect!" Your smile was infectious, spreading to him easily. "But please announce yourself before just appearing it's unsettling." He answered with a laugh, though it seemed a bit strained but not forced, like he wasn't quite used to laughing. The two of you bid each other farewell, excitement settling into you for your next meeting that would hopefully be a bit less sudden.

[enter-drfrog]

CPDS as quotes from my theatre department’s discord

“You were born out of hate sex? That explains a lot about you” -Robert Grove (almost definitely in reference to Chris)

“I could really use some meat snacks” -Max Bennett

“Where the fuck are my lips?” -Dennis Tyde (except he’s too sweet, I don’t think he would swear intentionally)

“Three monks, dressed as……three monks” -Chris Bean (this is just the nine wise men quote)

“I don’t jump ropes. I prefer to trip on them” -Annie Twilloil

“Something’s wrong with this kid. He watched SpongeBob…and now he’s all gay” -Trevor Watson (for reasons I can’t explain)

“Go sing a romantic ballad about the moon, you cuck!” -Robert Grove

“All I had was an inhaler and a dream” -Vanessa Wilcock-Wynn-Carroway

“You guys got skittles in there???” -Max Bennett

“I spit on Charles Dickens” -Robert Grove

“She has a son and a husband. She’s seen boy chest before. It’s just boy chest!” -Sandra Wilkinson

“Wow. Standing up is crazy” -Vanessa-Wilcock-Wynn-Carroway

“I used to get mad at people and approach them teeth-first” -Robert Grove

“He got that little Victorian orphan in him” -Annie Twilloil (probably about Dennis)

“The only thing straight about me is my hair. I have scoliosis” -Chris Bean

“I’ve always wanted you to die. That’s my dream” -Robert Grove (about Chris obviously)

“We have a lot of hoes” -Dennis Tyde

“The world would be a better place if people were having sex instead of war” -Annie Twilloil

“Did you watch those videos as a kid? Probably not. You were probably normal” -Max Bennett

“You know a lot of words. And you said a lot of them. And I didn’t know any of them” -Dennis Tyde

“I’m trying to be with you, not like you” -Sandra Wilkinson

“I did wander…..once” -Max Bennett

“It’s giving bubonic plague” -Annie Twilloil

“Hey listen, I’ve fucked a lot of dudes in my day” -Trevor Watson

“This is now a dictatorship and I win” -Robert Grove

“And look at how much more mature I am. Look at my accolades” -Chris Bean

“Pumpkins or ghosts?” “Errrr—Orange!” -Vanessa Wilcock-Wynn-Carroway

“Cringe, cringe, cringe” -Jonathan Harris (after ‘not so fast Inspector!!’ or not being able to open a single door)

“I’m just a really bad person” -Robert “Yeah you give off that vibe” -Trevor

“Ack, why do you have your arms out?” -Annie Twilloil

“I just love bullying children” -Robert Grove

“I just want to frown all the time and listen to rock and roll and be sad” -Trevor Watson