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Why AI Editing and Proofreading Tools Are Essential for Every Academic Researcher (And How They Preserve Your Sanity)

Let us be honest. As an academic researcher, you have likely spent countless hours staring at a document, questioning whether your third revision of the methodology section truly holds together or if extended exposure has dulled your perception of the words. Papers you submitted may have returned with reviewer comments that shake your confidence in your command of the English language. Realizing…

[6okuto]

TS Cast Celebrating Your Birthday

GN!Reader | most of this can be read platonically! reader often forgets their birthday or doesn't really celebrate (but implicitly wants to!!). solo chara and a few for all of them at the end ^__^

for reg my beloved @bananacockatiel oh my Goodness HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YAHYAYHO

LEANDER

Doesn't matter how long he's known your birthday's coming up—maybe he's known for months, maybe you only mentioned it last week—this is the most uncasual guy ever. /affectionate /what's your problem. But I will say if you've known each other a while and he finds out with days to spare? It's kind of hilarious to see how much Leander's eyes widen and the panic that sets in for a second. Genuinely has no clue how he's fumbled this hard.

If you don't celebrate because of bad memories or emotions, he says he wants to make good ones for you instead. This is your day! You think you don't deserve the celebration or gifts? WRONG!!

Obviously if you don't enjoy big parties, he won't throw one. Saying this because out of all the LI's I think Leander is the only one to think of or really Capable of planning a big party himself. Cross out the idea to announce it's your birthday at the Wet Wick and say drinks are on him and that everyone who gives you a gift gets .. something cool.

But that doesn't mean he won't spoil you and give you everything you rightfully deserve!! You guys can spend the day together, even the week if you want! He promises he's completely and wholly yours, duties taken care of and handed off to trusted Adders.

He's calling in favours, charming his pants off (not literally), remembering everything and every place you've shown interest in. You don't even remember a third of them, but Leander does. He is LOCKED! IN!

By the sound of this you think you'd be overwhelmed. You probably are at first because you don't expect how much he's prepared, even knowing it's Leander, and you're not used to it. But Leander is nothing if not attentive and working for you! However much walking or social interaction etc is your limit, he works with it in mind, and is always willing to take breaks or, if you're out and about, go home if you'd like. You still have him after all :-) ;) /silly flirting but sincere promise.

Little magic show... Leander's the type of guy to take you to a hidden area and show off with pretty lights and magic and watch you with an affectionate smile. Type of guy to pull you to dance when there's no music so you both start singing. Etc.

If you're completely worn out from the day, he'll part with a final "Happy birthday" (and kiss), letting you go to bed. If you'd like him to join you, he's happy to cuddle you to bed too!

VERE

I couldn't have animal ears and a tail because my already shit poker face would be even worse. Him? Interested/invested in it being your birthday soon? Yes! Vere plays it off if it's just not really a big deal to you. But if it's because you haven't enjoyed your birthday in a long time, he has a longer pause of... contemplation...

Anyone think about how many shitty ones he's spent alone or working and how many he might've tried to make up for it?! 🤔

I think. He would want to do something/go some place special...? His initial thought isn't to just hang out for the day. That isn't good enough for him or for you!! I wouldn't put it past him to just be like. Be ready by 7 and dress nice. And you just have to trust him. As you always have to /lh /vere move

Type of guy to tell you to use your birthday to your advantage. Something something joke about a fake marriage proposal for double the free service before Vere reminds you that it'd be quite unbelievable to your audience that he'd be getting married, but he's flattered you were up for the idea

Vere sticks by your side at any crowded establishments/venues. This is one of the few times that, if he can't just call someone over, he'll tell you to stay sitting while he gets the drinks. I hope you're honoured to not only have his undivided attention for the night, but some of his service!

Vere picking up the bill ?! Voluntarily ?! Even declining your attempt to pay ?! Though if you want to give him the money feel free ;) /silly /he will not take your money put it Away!!

Art gift art gift! His soft spot for handmade gifts works here too!! Debating if I'm endeared more by Vere thinking of what to draw super easily because it's you, or erasing multiple ideas (like the drawing of Mhin) because. It's you.

Hah.. Vere trying to do something related to your hobbies (e.g. I don't know. crocheting a little guy. cooking.). struggling.. getting annoyed but also refusing to give up... it's totally because of his image and pride and not because he really cares about you of course obviously. His respect for your interest grows even more if he's particularly bad at it.

MHIN

"They don't know how to celebrate [their birthday] though, or if they even should..." Okayyyy. We got two peas in a pod here

They try to gauge/ask about how you feel about your birthday. Instinctively, they want to do something, but I think Mhin's the quickest to worry that maybe you really don't want that, or that their ideas wouldn't be...good (enough)... They also face the most turmoil about buying or making a gift.

When it comes to plans, Mhin keeps it lowkey. If they know you enjoy the others' company or are their friends, they (begrudgingly) mention your birthday because even if they hate Vere and can't stand being around Leander too long, your birthday is important! They'd like to see you happy :-)

Your birthday comes around... you've forgotten... Mhin greets you with a gift... you're like ?! What's the occasion.. For a second they panic like oh my god it isn't your birthday? Anyway it turns out fine and they Very Lightly chide you for forgetting with a sigh

They schedule the day so they don't have commission work to do, and also finish working early the days leading up to it to look for a gift. Luckily, they pay attention to your interests, so they easily pick through things and get something thoughtful!! No worries about that fr :3 (I can also see them making something!! It's just... looking at their schedule.. um.. Wow.)

They also write a heartfelt letter that they Don't let you open until you've separated because they're embarrassed. It isn't very long, but it's sweet!

They want to treat you to food and take you stargazing among other things, but they keep reminding you that if you'd like to do something else, you can. And you're like Mhin no this is really nice thank you and they're . . . . (blush sprite) but trust you're being honest

The cats... orz. While I'm fascinated by the thought of Mhin as a supernatural cat whisperer, I'm endeared by the idea that the cats are just more affectionate that day without prompting and you get to say They Knew! who can say you're wrong!!

Mhin gets food for you and the cats want a piece... they struggle to say no but this is one of those times that hey, this isn't for you... they gently bump cats away and try to keep the meal out of reach... and then you're like you can have a bit little buddy :3 and Mhin's like ?! ... Of course you would

KURAS

?! Insert surprised Kuras sprite here. He knows he's often busy working and doesn't see you as much as he wants, but your birthday is soon and he's only finding out now? Do you know how ironic it is that the guy who forgets his own birthday is shocked you forgot (to mention) yours btw. You're both pointing at each other like Hello?? Kuras concedes and says Fair point

I think. He's pretty confident in making plans himself. But I'm also not sure if he's super aware of local events or fancy restaurants with how.. his life is... so maybe he asks Leander or Ais or other visitors.

He probably still has to work for a portion of the day, but trust that he keeps thinking of you when he has the time to spare. As soon as Kuras sees you, he's smiling and asking how your birthday's been so far, not letting you worry about his day at work.

He's more talkative today! Consider his openness a birthday gift alone—talking about the history of places, little funny stories, things he's done that people would be shocked by. He's also interested in you sharing stories too, and I think. Few have heard Kuras laugh. And YOU can and will be one of the few today!! Trust.

I don't think Kuras's gift would be handmade but that could depend on the time he has. Not to say that handmade gifts are The best and only ones ever. Trust that he'd have mulled over the decision and chosen with a lot of care!! Handing it to you, he describes his thought process and reassures you that if you don't like it, you don't have to keep it.

If it isn't cold, you end the night with a walk by the river! Maybe you talk about your day, or you can just appreciate the view and walk quietly together. But as someone with a winter birthday, I recognize those who might be unlucky with the weather. Sob. In that case,... I'd hope you get to stay at one of your homes... I feel like Kuras wouldn't want to bring you to the clinic like. LOL. He'd be pretty apologetic about that

Iirc Kuras like, radiates. warmth/heat. or something. So if that's at all correct, if it gets chilly as you walk place to place, he stays closer to you! Or at least offers to do so. Walking through town holding hands with the handsome angel doctor... Think about that. Yeah

AIS

Guy who deeply understands not admitting you enjoy thoughtful gestures or want a party. Everyone here has issues.

He's very good at keeping his plans a secret and playing it cool! It helps that your birthday is barely on your mind, so he can dismiss things as chores or boredom. Plus y'know groupmind stuff something working together something. He's so good you might think he's forgotten, or is super super chill about it.

You're at the Seaspring... Princess is excited... You're like Did something happen? Ais stares. "You didn't forget, did you?" Yes you absolutely did. He jokingly rolls his eyes and like, pats your head or hands you a gift or something and says happy birthday.

If he knows you'd enjoy a surprise party or something with the others, he'll make sure to find some time in the evening (if you aren't already planning on going to the Wet Wick)! But your birthday always ends with just the two of you so you can wind down and relax.

I see him being adamant about you making a wish. Like it's almost weird but also this makes sense to me...? Not sure why. Something something having something to look forward to, it's cute, something something

Walk with me. Matching jewelry. That wouldn't be his only gift though. I think Ais would get you something that's Very You or very helpful, even unexpectedly so!! He noticed an issue or inconvenience you've been dealing with without you even complaining about it.

Mm. Not beneath him to do a little prank gift beforehand though. Less Exploding Glitter, more opening a box to a smaller box then a smaller one and smaller one.

Princess BRINGING YOU A GIFT!! wouldn't that be lovely I dream of this. You give Ais no credit despite the note with his handwriting and Princess looks soo happy and Ais is playfully offended

At the end of the night, he asks if this birthday made up for all the bad ones, or ones you've missed. He has a lighthearted tone, but you hear the genuine curiosity laced in his question. When you say yes, his smile softens into something more genuine. "Good. You deserve it."

ALL

Partyayyyy!! These are Vibes for sure. But they're all behaving themselves and being.. nice enough.. if they're all purposefully in the same space for a (relatively) long period of time,, that says something about you! Great and powerful influence!! Even if they're bickering, individually, I prOMISE they hope you have a good birthday!

If this is a modern AU you bet your ass Leander is going Group Picture/Selfie :D !! Now do a silly one LIKFNSJHGBJHBG

I can imagine him, Vere, and Ais all saying some version of "You want us/these guys to do anything? It's your birthday" which is why I didn't put this in their solos like Ok ms repetitive. Leander's feels more sincere, Vere and Ais are fully prepared to take the piss. You can get some weird ass bet or situation going on. Ais will start a fight in your honour #happybirthday before punching someone in the FACE! (He will also refrain from starting one if That's your wish)

Sure you can open all their gifts in front of them... As long as you're prepared for snarky comments and ranking of gifts from your audience. It isn't a competition but as soon as you pick up Leander's gift Vere is giving it a 0/10 throw it in the trash it's probably some experimental beverage that tastes like the bottom of his boot LFMSGHJHB

(Though I think Mhin would be the most against the idea so you might open theirs later)

Also. I think this works with multiple LIs if not All of them but if you're ever like, you didn't have to do this, why did you do this for me, etc. etc. they tease you like, Did you forget it's your birthday again? We've been celebrating for a while already.

reg... so sorry if it's not ur birthday anymore when u see this.. i don't think it will be.. SOB i forgot about timezones oh my goodness... I HOPE IT WAS A GOOD ONE!! :') am honored u let me write this. Kicking my feet jumping up and down 🤍 🤍

[raikirikiri]

i personally am a big fan of Denial Kakashi where after he meets Tobi for the first time and sees That Eye, he knows. he knows but he can't wrap his head around it. it's inconceivable and insane and should not be possible but plenty of insane, unreal things have happened to him before and his life is one big cosmic joke so why couldn't it be true? after that day, he's plagued with this feeling—guilt or something else, he's not quite sure—and it won't go away and it's making him even more paranoid because what if other people can tell something's up with him, that he thinks his dead teammate/best friend/crush might actually be alive and be a part of the akatsuki. it's so insane and so unreal and so unfair that it makes him sick most nights and he pleads with any being that is alive that it's not true, that he was seeing things. but kakashi knows his eye and it was like something clicked when he saw that masked man's eye and he knows it's his eye's other half. he can just tell.

so he goes between wanting to believe he's crazy and wanting to believe it's anyone but obito but if it is someone else, that means obito's other eye was stolen and that means someone played with his remains but that's also improbable because obito was a nobody uchiha; there were plenty others more notable and feared and known than obito. but if someone had, that's even worse because the eye would be in the possession of an other and for that, the other will pay with his life. but kakashi knows, deep in the gaping wounds of his still healing grief, it's obito.

but he can't say it. he won't say it. and he hopes no one looks at him funny because he feels stitched together in a grotesque caricature of himself that'll come apart at the seems if someone asks 'are you okay'. some nights he feels young. he's sweaty and his hands won't stop casting. the lightning bolt scars that wind across his arm and down his wrist to the very tips of his fingers burn and his joints creak. he can't sleep else he be plagued with visions of neverending tunnels, the scent of petrichor, warm slippery blood between his fingers and sheathing his arm.

some mornings he wakes up and half his body feels fake, like mush and not his at all. imagines of obito half-dead under that fucking boulder flash in the empty spaces of his mind and he can't take it. he tries to put it all out of his head, he tries to push it away and tell himself there's more to focus on like naruto and sakura, and even that sai kid and tenzo too. he's yamato know or whatever but kakashi doesn't care because he has another friend back, one who knows some of the nastiest sides of him.

he can push it all away, he forget about it for a little but the nights he has alone are all but soaked in blood and memories. and he knows it's obito, he knows he should say something but he can't. it's like the words are stolen from his mouth as soon as he opens it in a silent thievery. he tries to tell himself that he'll say something but he won't. he won't because he can't because it's a betrayal of everything he knows. of obito the boy he once knew, of obito who he's still loyal too, of himself for giving up a treasured comrade no matter what deeds he's done. it's not something he can do.

and when the mask finally breaks, kakashi whispers his name in disbelief, except it's not disbelief. it's horror and sorrow and a beg for forgiveness all wrapped up in one name. his eye's other half, the split of his soul, the very wounds of his chest are in front of him in the shape of a boy he used to know.

so yeah, i believe kakashi knew it was obito all along but boy is he good at Denial.

[reidsdimples]

When Everything Changed | Part 4

18+❤️‍🔥 MDNI‼️

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Enemies to lovers

Part 3

Mixed emotions are confronted while alone with Spencer in his apartment.

The team had zeroed on the unsub and the sting operation was being planned out. Last you and Spencer heard, they were about an hour from the address.

The night had stretched into the early morning. You had helped Spencer with his medicine and weird liquid food before putting on a movie. Said movie, Friday the 13th had just ended and he was asleep on the couch.

There hadn’t been another instance of him touching or kissing you but also neither of you sniped at the other. You mostly were in blissful silence either working or watching the movie. You didn’t know when Spence fell asleep but you glanced back at him from where you sat on the floor in front of the couch.

His face was slack with sleep and smooshed against his hand. He had the blanket pulled up over his shoulder and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Your mind kept going back to Darcy and Elizabeth. Could he really be your Darcy? Did he want to be?

The credits ended and the room fell silent, prompting him to stretch and rub his sleepy eyes. He glanced over at you where you didn’t hide the fact that you were watching him sleep. The dim screen was the only thing illuminating his features but you could see the curiosity in his gaze.

“You fell asleep,” you tutted and turned from him. Your back was still leaning against the couch.

“I dreamed about Freddy Krueger if that counts,” you hear him smile.

“I hope he got you,” you pout and toss a piece of your popcorn at his head. It bounces off and tumbles to the floor next to you.

“Nope, unfortunately for you I’m still here,” he laughs softly, contently and sits up. You’re sitting next to his legs now, the urge to touch him heightening in such close proximity. “You tensed up,” he observed.

“What- no I didn’t!” You scoff.

“Deflecting and now you won’t look at me,” he points out. You whirl to face him to try and prove him wrong but he greets you with a devilish grin that has your stomach tightening.

“What are you implying Spencer?” You huff. He raises his eyebrows, pleased that you’re bothered. His knee knocks against your shoulder.

He leans down, prompting his elbows on his knees with his arms dangling between his spread legs.

“I’m not implying anything besides the obvious,” his gravely voice is near a whisper. His perfect lips form the words so sinfully that you adjust as you clench your thighs together.

“Obvious is relative,” you lean up on your knees and move between his legs, forcing him to sit back on the couch. “Elaborate.”

“Your hatred for me has melted into lust just as mine has for you,” he insists and folds his arms behind his head. You place your hands on his thighs where the thin pajama pants offer little barrier between you and his skin.

“Are you certain? Because honestly you look kind of punchable right now,” you give him a sarcastic smile. He leans forward so your noses are almost touching.

“I’m certain I can take whatever you want to do to me,” his words are deadly, dripping in seduction.

Shit.

“Your hand keeps inching up towards my cock. You keep licking your lips and clenching those delicious thighs. I bet you’re dripping wet right now,” he leans in and whispers against your ear.

Frustrations floods over you because he’s right, you hate when he’s right. But that frustration gives way to a wave of need that has your pussy clenching around nothing.

You glance down at his lap as he leans back again, the absence of his mouth near your neck only slightly upsetting. His erection has begun to grow in his pants and you know that crossing this line is dangerous. But then your mouth starts watering and you feel the need to grab it, the need to pump him until his whimpering beneath you.

“You’re arrogant,” you say because it’s true. The you trail your hand up and grip his cock through his pants. He flinches and watches you with wide eyes. “You’re a know it all,” you add as you adjust to his still hardening cock in your hand.

“Mhmm, anything else?” He bites his lip, watching you intently. You don’t know whether to focus on his facial expressions or his perfect length in your hand. He thrust his hips upward, filling your hand with him.

“You’re extremely infuriating,” you grab his waist band and tug his pants down. “Not to mention intellectually inferior to me,” you grin as you grab his cock.

His eyes go wide at the assertion and he’s about to say something when you bring your tongue to his tip and drag slow circles around the head. The salty flavor of him melts on your tongue and has your clit throbbing with need. He deflates into the couch when you wrap your mouth around him, taking him deep into the back of your throat all at once until your nose is flattened against his pelvis.

“Fuck you,” he pants as he draws out the words, finally responding to the last insult. You bring your head back up his length, hallowing your lips and sucking sweetly, torturously until he’s groaning beneath you.

You pop his head out of your mouth and look up at him.

“You could fuck me,” you shrug and then spit on his cock before take him deep again. “But you won’t,” you tease and continue your assault on him, pumping your hand with the motion of your mouth. You swirl you tongue to taste every inch of him, to draw out his pleasure.

Your other hand drops to your clit, running circles in speed with your mouth on his cock. His hand curls into your hair and shoves you deeper into his cock, making it clear that your little taunt pissed him off. You gag and choke and drool around him before he yanks your head off of him.

“It seems like you want me to be pissed off,” he tilts his head, jerking yours closer to his face. “Is that it? You want me to hate fuck you?”

You always enjoyed the darker more sassy side of him, this side of him. You did want that. You wanted him angry. You wanted him to use you.

“Mhmm,” you grin wildly.

He grabs the nape of your neck and stands, forcing you to stand with him.

“Your smart mouth and insistence on being right is going to get you fucked until you can’t walk,” he bends you over the kitchen table where files go flying.

“I don’t think you can,” you bite out, glancing back at him. He drops down behind you, removing your jeans swiftly and with ease.

“I’m going to enjoy making you scream for me,” he exhales as his long fingers trails up your soaked cunt. “Dripping with desire. Or was it hatred?” He muses and slaps your ass.

You grunt, annoyed at his fine line shit.

“Hatred. I want to fuck you out of my system,” you spread your legs and look over your shoulder at him.

His eyes are darker, filled with something more primal. This is another competition for both of you. Who is going to tap out first?

He lines the thick head of his cock up at your entrance and sinks in slowly.

“I know it’s tight baby. Don’t cum too soon,” you purr just to piss him off.

A groan of annoyance erupts from his chest as his grips your hips. He plunges into you hard now, forcing your walls to stretch around him, your cervix aching when he pounds into it. It feels so good.

He snaps and thrusts his hips forward and into you impossibly quick before angling himself to hit that spot inside of you that draws out a loud moan.

“Fucking let me hear how much you hate me, how much you hate this,” he grabs your hair and jerks your head back. It only improves that angle until sounds you don’t recognize are pouring out of you.

He reaches down and starts rubbing your clit and he rails into you, never missing a beat.

“Fuck,” you cry out as your legs start to shake.

“Cum for me,” he pants as he fucks you harder still. Your pelvis is slamming into the wooden table but it’s hurt so good.

Your eyes are rolling back in your head and the mix of pain and pleasure he’s giving you in equal measure. You tighten around him and shudder as your orgasm rocks you. You choke out a scream that sounds vaguely like ‘Reid’ but you hope he can’t tell.

He pulls out of you abruptly as your orgasm rattles you and before you can protest he’s on his knees with his face buried in your pussy from behind. You arch your back to give him better access and he grips your ass to spread you wider for him. Your clit is throbbing as he sucks on it until you’re on the verge of tears. He skids his tongue skillfully up and down your entrance, even all the way up to your ass until yours moaning for him.

He doesn’t stop sucking on your pussy and tongue fucking it until you’re orgasming on his face. You reach back and press his head closer into you as you cum in his fucking mouth.

“Finally something that mouth is good for,” you grind out.

He stands, fire blazing in his gaze, his lips glossing with your cum. He flips you on your back and pulls your legs up onto his shoulders. You can watch him now as he slides back into you.

Your cunt is sensitive as he rolls his hips to find the spot that causes you to moan. When he does, a satisfied grin plays in his face but you don’t have the capacity to sass him, it feels too good. Who would have thought that Spencer Reid was so versed in the art of pleasuring a woman.

His hands find your tits and squeezes them hard, they fit in his hands perfectly. The sight of him fucking you is overwhelming as he stimulates you in multiple ways. Fuck, you didn’t know if you could take another orgasm.

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip like it usually does when he’s focusing and he catches you staring at his mouth. He seems to have the same realization as you. You hadn’t kissed him yet. A wild thought given that his cock was sliding in and out of you at this very moment.

He drops your legs and brings them around his waist before leaning forward. He stares down at you for a moment, longingly as a whimper comes from his throat. You lean up and capture his lips in yours. It’s more intimate, more real than sex somehow.

You’re both a mess of moans and clashing tongues as he slowly winds himself in and out of you. He’s drawing you closer to the edge, he has you whimpering, nearly in tears at how good it feels. He’s kissing you deeply, passionately, as though he’s long for the taste of you for ages.

You curl your hands in his hair to deepen the kiss, to have something to hold on to as another orgasm crashes through you.

“Spencer,” it comes out as a plea as you pulse around him.

A damning grunt escapes him and he breaks the kiss, throwing his head back as you tighten on his cock. That’s it for him, his thrusting falters and he pulls out of you, grabbing his cock and pumping it.

You say nothing but sink to the floor and take him in your mouth until his hot cum is coating the back of your throat. He braces himself on the table, the most delicious moans escaping him as you swallow everything he has.

He crouches down on the floor with you, your legs shaking too bad to stand back up. He pulls you into him and holds you close to his chest.

“When are we going to admit that this isn’t hate?” He murmurs and kisses your head.

[isthischopper]

hi thereee, i see ur requests are open and i’d like to request…!!!!

a (if you don’t feel comfortable doing fem, g/n is fine too!) fem!s/o who ate a devil fruit that makes her a long, curly-haired lion! it also gives her a tail and ears in human-beast, beast, or normal form! and it also gives her human form hair similar to killers (long, curly-ish? luscious, you get it)

but could i request that with shanks, or zoro? possibly both if you’d like! i’m fine with either tho<3 thank you and u have amazing works!

hi! i actually love this request, and while i’ve been pretty inactive, it keeps coming back into my mind!

i’ve written a choppy little story, broken into 4 small parts. i hope you enjoy!

⁀➷ Lone Pirate

⋆ Roronoa Zoro x fem!Reader

You frequent this bar, for better or worse, a beer. Simple, effective, tasty. The bar gets quiet when you're there, the other frequents knowing not to screw around with you. You use it to your advantage, but it is a little annoying; nobody ever talks to you other than the bartender.

To be fair, you're not so talkative either.

Most pirates are the creepy-kind. Weirdos with even weirder beards and less guts than their own beer belly. Meaning... why even give them a chance?

Only a few minutes pass after your arrival, and the bar's filling up. Groups of pirates, you assume, pile in, gnarling their order and sitting at a vacant wooden table.

A younger, more colourful, group sits adjacent to you.

You paid no mind, until some burly old man tried to pick a fight. He yelled in their faces, before smashing his beer on the bar, and, successfully covering you in the foamy-sticky substance. Truly, some people have no consideration for the innocent bystander.

"Can I help you??" you snap, shooting up from your bar stool.

"Are you with them?" he spits back, bending his neck just so you could smell his rotten breath.

…them?

Before you could reconsider, you're slamming him head-first on the hard wooden bar counter, knocking him out. The other pirates looked taken off guard; presumably not expecting that reaction out of you, the rest of the patrons silent.

You decide leaving now is your best option, before someone shows up to find their friend on the floor.

***

Months later, you find yourself in the Land of Wano.

You’d heard of Kaidou’s plans for New Onigashima while searching for another island to explore. Sure, you were considered a pirate, but you weren’t in it for fame or fortune; craving the experience of it all instead. You’d explored the country, familiarized yourself with the history and culture, and joined the side of the Straw Hats— the colourful group at the bar, you came to learn.

Now: buildings are flaming, fights are raging everywhere, and the sounds of explosions are ringing in the distance constantly.

You were running the flaming halls, searching rooms for anyone injured or caught in the fire. Somehow, wrapped up in the sounds of destruction all around you, a group of men working under Kaidou slipped your ears. They’d been following you, waiting for the perfect moment to group up and take you all at once.

Who you did notice, however, was a man sprinting in your direction from down the hall. Your hair nearly stood up on end, your body screaming at you to perform some type of defence. He was looking right through you (so you thought), swords drawn, teeth bared. He looked quite intimidating; save for the green hair.

Just before he reached you, his sword swiped against another just two inches shy of your left ear. The clash slicing some of your white-blonde hair clean off. But— you had already figured it out before a single curl hit the floor.

You couldn’t help to be glad he wasn’t aiming for your neck (because he most certainly would have had it).

You had ducked under the swords upon their impact, revolving on your heel to face the group of goons. The green-haired Straw Hat already had the first three handled, so you planted your foot and pounced on the next.

It was quick work, between the two of you.

“You broke his nose.”

You hadn’t even remembered touching a nose, to be honest. You frowned, looking at the pile of defeated men on the floor.

“Which one?”

He chuckles briefly in response to your question, sliding his swords back into their respective encasing. His arms flexing effortlessly (or, maybe on purpose).

“No, at the bar that day.” he pauses “That was you, right?”

“…Depends who’s asking.” you wink.

Deciding that standing around isn’t too beneficial to the current situation, he offers you to follow. You had clicked well, bantering between brawls and fighting together like how a puzzle piece fits.

His swords and your claws working in unison.

***

Later, when the crew is celebrating the defeat of Kaidou over a drink, you’re sitting alone and taking in the view. The green haired pirate joins you, his scent alerting you of his presence before he’d sat down next to you.

“We’ll be leaving soon, It would be a shame to not have your name.” he speaks quietly, sounding much different compared to the adrenaline-fed, raspy voice you heard earlier.

Of course you knew his name, thanks to the word of Wano. People were talking about the Straw Hats everywhere, it was hard to not hear. You hadn’t considered he’d want yours.

“Y/n. Leaving me here after all we’ve been through?” you chuckle.

Kicking back, he rests his back against a rock and tucks his arms behind his head. His eyes are closed, breathing steady, but alert and conscious.

“Things to do, places to be, Luffy says.” he jokes, letting a sigh out and stretching his sore neck.

You lounge back next to him, shoulders touching. Eyes closed, the atmosphere taking over your senses. It’s serene, almost, if you tune out the hollering and music of the celebration.

His body was warm, where it met yours. You could smell the smoke and blood remaining on his skin. You really would miss him, it’s a different type of feeling to have someone you work so well with.

Fighting together, you cleared paths easily. Bonnie and Clyde, almost. What you couldn’t catch Zoro did, and you had his back in the same way. You mutually agreed on a plan every time, without any communication; it came naturally— a rare occurrence.

“Do you have a crew?” he asks.

“Mmm-mm,” you hum “Just me.”

You weren’t sure of the real meaning of this question, but soon after his fingers found their way to discreetly brush on your thigh.

***

“Who’s Zoro with over there?” Jinbe quizzes to chopper, who works to bandage a few surface scrapes.

“She’s a lone pirate!” he deduces. “A Zoan user, really strong…” he trails off, concentrating on the task at hand.

Jinbe chuckles to himself, studying the girl. It seems Chopper is right; she has the ears and tail of a lion, not to mention her mane of curly hair. He heard she had retractable claws, too. He wonders her origin.

Though, things are too joyful to be so inquisitive. He trusts Zoro’s judgment.

“A lone pirate, you say?”

“Mm, yes,” chopper confirms, stepping back to admire his work and placing his hands on his hips.

“Why do you ask?”

Jinbe chuckles again, nodding his head in the direction of Zoro and the girl. He noticed their friendliness when Zoro had first joined her, something that wasn’t too easy to come by with the green haired fire-cracker.

Jinbe leans down to match Choppers height, a mischievous grin on his face.

“I’m not sure I have seen Zoro do that before.” he states.

The click of Chopper’s feet as he turns, and then the full body shock that elopes him is enough to have Jinbe holding back a hysterical cackle. Obviously Chopper hadn’t seen it happen either.

The two of you were met for a kiss when his eyes landed on you. Slow and sensual, causing the innocent little deer to blush a deep shade of red.

Zoro’s hand held your hip just above the ruffles on your shorts, and your palm bared his chest. You were still in the same relaxed position against the rock with your bodies rotated slightly to reach, eyes closed again.

“Zoro!!??? Whaa-!!!” squeals Chopper, gaining the attention of the others.

You blush pink, but Zoro’s smug smile says it all.

What an interesting match, Jinbe thinks.

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[finnlongman]

Adobe wants me to use gen AI to gain "new insights" into my PDF and hi, yeah, can it offer some insight into why I decided to write a book this pretentious and annoying instead of one where I didn't constantly need the extended OED and historical thesaurus open in a tab while proofing, thanks

[saffusthings]

Do you plan to do writing as a career? I really enjoy second chances and think you have a special talent.

you guys are too kind! lmao sometimes i go back to try and read my own writing and my own spelling/grammatical errors are so bad that they pull me out of it lmao

[storges-oranges]

Feeling insane about the hound origin again

Warnings: LI death mentioned, "Hound" title is treated rather literally as in; very doglike devotion, mentions of blood and injury. Please tell me if i should add anything else.

Title: by Leah Horlick

There is something to be said about Vere and the hound. Something about being collared or abandoned on a road after playing fetch. Something about looking at everyone distrustfully, despite knowing that absolute loyalty is the only thing you were made to feel. Something about remembering where that loyalty got you. Something about wanting help, needing help, but the only thing you can do now is bite.

The hand that seeks to harm, the hand that seeks to help, the hand that seeks to comfort, they all feel the same against your teeth don't they?

How does a fight dog love another fight dog anyway?

Ais loves you the way a nature reserve worker loves the beasts under his care. You bite him and look up, his hand still in your jaw, expecting anger. Expecting him to strike you for daring to betray him like this.

He smiles and pats you on the head. When you release his hand, he offers you tea. He keeps you around. He is so patient with you. Others would've left you. You can feel yourself getting attached. Again. You hate yourself for it but you stay.

Because you never leave first. That's not allowed for you.

You spend your days visiting him and joking around, wrestling his attention away from the soulless or Vere. When Vere pisses you off, you make a show of holding Ais's injured hand, with your teeth marks still visible on his skin. Ais chucles at your possessiveness.

The first kiss you shared started off as a bite, too.

Before he dies, you drop to your knees and hold his hand. He's looking up at you with an unbearable gentleness, and his body is getting colder.

Without thinking, you bite. 'How stupid' you think. 'He is bleeding to death already' But he understands you better than you do yourself, so he pats you on the head, and tells you it's going to be okay.

You clamp down on his hand harder, because the only things that stay are the ones caught between your teeth. Because that's the only thing you know how to do.

You never told him you loved him. You never showed him in the tender way you dreamed of. You wail into his open wound.

But it's ok. Ais understands. You know it by the way he tenderly holds the back of your head, by the way he smiles at you. By the ways he tells you to be good and take care of yourself after he's gone.

Kuras got used to seeing you sitting front of the back-door to his clinic. You're there in the acidic rain of Eridia, you're there in the suffocating sandstorms, you're there in freezing winter storms too.

You're there when he comes back from another harrowing experience that chipped away at his faith in humanity. He sees you right as his guilt and hopelessness threaten to swallow him whole.

You rise to your feet upon seeing him. You ask to open the door to escape the apocalyptic weather.

He is taken aback by... your continued presence? Your optimism? He doesn't know. But you are there, like you always are. You both get in, like you always do.

He offers you food, real food instead of the atrocities you got from...where did you get that exactly? Why can't you buy normal food? "The wet wick doesn't have anything edible" And that is better? You shrug. Doesn't Leander pay you for your services? "Its late this week".

You follow him around. As always. Until you both sit by the fire, plate in hand. Kuras watches the flames dance absent-mindedly until he feels you shift closer to him.

"Long day, huh?" You say, mouth full.

Your eyes are so pretty, illuminated by the fire as they are. He knows you went through alot , but they are still so pure, so full adoration. You look at him with so much adoration. He is an old being, he knows what adoration looks like in humans. He is unsure if he deserves it.

The day left him feeling like it was all for naught again. That really, he should just step back into the shroud and let history take its course. But he looks at you, at your worried face. He thinks of you sitting on the porch of his backdoor, waiting. Waiting in the rain , waiting in the sandstorm, waiting in the cold. For him to come back. To let you in. To come in with you.

He knows you would stay there for an unreasonable amount of time. Alone. Faithful.

He cannot bear the thought.

His hand finds your cheek before he knows what he is doing. Before he can take it back, you nuzzle against it, grinning.

Its like a weight is lifted off of his shoulders. If its for you, he can make it another day. If you're waiting, he will always come back.

[manhattan-gamestop]

Thing is AI is just so fundamentally lame to me that as soon as I find out someone used it I'm like oh ew

[clau1r9i]

Maybe I sound stupid but, since yesterday I keep thinking that the names of the gorgons sound like those from My Little Pony, even when I was reading it I couldn't take the chapter seriously.

In a way it is funny but 😭😭😭😭

[highwaywhump]

a vampire au

cw/tw: mention of animal's blood, mention of sunburns, no big things. a very, very afraid joey and an aaron sligthly out of his depth.

-

“It’s temporary, I swear! I’ll come back for it. Just… look after it, ok? For the time being.” Aaron doesn’t get the chance neither inquire, agree, nor disagree before his friend Mike has leapt back down the porch stairs and opened his car door. “Blood’s in the cooler!” he shouts over his shoulder as he hops in. The dirty grey car speeds off and leaves deep tracks in the mud in Aaron’s driveway.

He still doesn’t know entirely what he’s agreed to. In his hallway, hastily carried inside by Mike and deposited on the jute rug, is… something, covered in a thick, scratchy wool blanket. It’s shivering. In an orange cooler on the porch, if Aaron heard Mike right, is blood.

He retrieves the cooler first and opens it to find… yep. They look like brick shaped popsicles, almost appetising with their red colour like ripe cherries, had it not been for what Mike had said. Each is wrapped in their own clear plastic wrapper, which is stamped with the cartoonish outline of a smiling cow. Aaron purses his lips and shuts the lid to the cooler, placing it down next to the shoe rack. He takes his time to close the entrance door and hang up his jacket, as if attempting to prolong something inevitable. There is still the matter of the shaking form under the blanket.

He regards it for a moment, considering his facts. Well, the fact. The cooler is filled with blood.

Only one creature sustains itself on blood.

Aaron draws breath, picks a long umbrella down from where it hangs on the hatrack and uses the end of it to push the corner of the blanket away, only confirming what he already knows is true.

There is a vampire in his hallway.

It's small. At a distance he may have taken it for a child, but up from where he's standing he can see its sharp features and gaunt, hollow face. The skin looks papery and sinewy at the same time, haggard by time but still fragile. In any case, decidedly not young. There are burn marks across his chin bones, an angry red like deep, local sunburns. Its eyes are pinched shut. Its lips are closed too, but Aaron knows if he were to take the metal tip of the umbrella and push the top lip away, he would find sharp fangs.

Aaron lets the blanket fall back in place to sufficiently cover the figure. He hangs the umbrella back in its place and considers his options.

There are very few safe spaces for a vampire. Not only in society at large, where they are routinely used as lab rats and overall cruel entertainment, but also in his very own house. Every room has a window, and few of the windows has proper drapes. As far as he knows, even the lowest level of sunlight could be aggravating on a vampire's skin. And the one in his hallway looked as if it had already felt the sun quite a bit.

He finds it best to be certain, and to rather ask for forgiveness later should he be wrong. That's what he tells himself as he carefully approaches the creature. It freezes when Aaron touches it, but keeps its limbs lax to allow itself to be folded up and situated how Aaron wants it in his arms. He somehow gathers it all up, blanket and all, and carries it downstairs.

In addition to a washer and dryer, a game room (which is mostly made up of a pool table with a busted wheel and the old flatscreen that used to be upstairs) and a room where three freezers are awkwardly placed in a row against the far wall, there is an unfinished bathroom in the basement. Two walls are tiled, but the last owner of the house never finished the job and Aaron didn't need a fourth bathroom when he moved in, so the building process stopped. Stacks of tiles are still piled up in one corner where the craftsmen left them. In another corner are the pipes and outlets for a sink. In the middle of a floor is a drain.

Even Aaron realises it looks like a murder dungeon, with its lone light bulb and its blank walls. The important thing is the lack of windows. Not a lick of sunlight could get here. That's why he, as gently as he can, deposits the vampire on the cement floor, careful to lay his head down last. The thing doesn't move at all when he steps back and regards it.

"I'll be right back," Aaron says, not knowing if it can hear or process his words, or even understand him, and exits the room.

He gathers a softer blanket from the couch and two chair cushions from the high backed patio chairs outside and brings them down to the unfinished bathroom. The vampire hasn't moved. If he didn't know better, Aaron would think somebody had simply left a an army supply blanket in his basement.

"I'll get you a proper mattress over the weekend," he tells the wool blanket as he arranges the cushions on the floor, a pillow from the sofa placed at one end. He doesn't say the rest of the sentence, but he thinks it.

If you're still here by then.

He is unsure of what to do with the blood. First of all, he doesn't even know many of the blocks is a proper portion. One seems like little, so he pick up two by the corners of their plastic wrappers from the cooler and deposits them - well, where? A glass or mug? A plate? A bowl? In the end he decides on a soup dish, which is deep enough to accomodate a liquid, big enough to look like a meal and not as degrading as the old red dog bowl he birefly considers in the bottom far cupboard.

Aaron snips the plastic and the popsicles slide into the dish. There is a sligthly gelatenous quality to them, betraying their nature to him as if their almost black colour didn't already. They have already begun to melt at the corners. They don't look appetizing anymore, he decides as he turns away and opens the utensils drawer.

What is appropriate? A spoon, a straw? Do they even use utensils? He isn't sure, but he would rather it have the option if it preferred them, instead of having to lap from the dish or try to drink from the edge of it. From how light the creature was to carry, Aaron isn't sure it has the musculature to steady a heavy ceramic bowl enough to drink from it without spilling. The murder dungeon might end up looking even more like a murder dungeon.

He therefore decides on a spoon, fork, and the dullest knife he can find, just in case. At the last second he fills a glass of water too. He doesn't know if vampires need water at all, but it feels wrong not to at least offer it. Every other organism needs water, he reasons with himself as he descends the stairs again with the glass, soup dish and utensils in hand.

The blanket has moved, if only slightly, probably so the vampire could peek out and map its surroundings. The gray form is still shivering, so it's still under there, at least. It hasn't stolen across the room to a darker corner or is levitating above the door, waiting for him to enter. That last thought Aaron physically shakes out of his head. Children's tales. A lone vampire is barely more of a threat to a grown man like him than another grown man would be.

Much less a vampire like this, which had looked and felt more dead than alive.

Still, he keeps the wool blanket in line of sight as he enters the room and places the makeshift tablesetting down on the floor. He leans the utensils against the edge of the dish, making sure their business ends don't touch the cement.

Aaron takes a step back and considers the living conditions he's given his little house guest. An additional blanket, some cushions and two half-thawed bricks of cow's blood. It could certainly be better. But considering the state of the creature itself, it could appearently also be a lot worse.

"The cushions are for you," Aaron says and considers lifting the corner of the wool blanket, to see if his words are having an impact. He decides against it, instead moving towards the door.

"There's … um, blood in the dish," he says as his hand lingers on the light switch. Rather on than off, he decides, even though vampires probably prefer the dark. If the light is on, he can at least see where it is. He would rather him see it, than it see him and him being oblivious to it. He figures it can go back under its blanket if the lone light bulb gets to be too much for it.

He exits the room and goes to close the door, but pauses.

"I don't know what place you're from. Mike has his hands in a lot of different pots. But you don't look like you've fared too well. This isn't a prison. This door," he gently rattles the door knob, which is still enough for the blanket creature to flinch, "is unlocked. This room has no windows. And the sun goes down in a few hours, if you want to come upstairs later."

Aaron closes the door and goes back up.

[jakeperalta]

looking for writing based jobs and instead finding a hundred AI training/editing jobs

[prussianmemes]

babe wake up academia is healing:

living in a reality beyond parody.

[un-merle]

The good thing about being a translator by day and a hobbyist artist by night is I get to be angry about genAI 100% of the time.

[arnold-layne]

how to use ai to improve your writing: make it do everything that a writer should do themselves if they want to hone their craft. that way you’ll never have to learn anything new or use your creativity. this will totes make you an amazing writer trust me bro

[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Momochi Translation — ＠ SHI・BU・YA!!

disclaimer: some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

this is a bonus drama that came with the original season 1 cd !

ディア ヴォーカリスト エントリーNo.2 モモチ ドラマCD ｢プライベート・ヴォーカリスト＠SHI・BU・YA!!｣ 【タワーレコード CD2巻購入特典】 [豊永利行]

Hey, did you find anything good?

You need to look properly. We came to Shibuya so you could help me choose some clothes.

Just pick something that catches your eye for now. Or else you'll be here forever trying to decide.

What is this? It's lame. Rejected. The color scheme is ridiculous and the design is childish.

I mean, isn't this the same store that A came to the other day? And he liked it a lot.

Uwah, he came here too. This is the absolute worst.

Ah, this store is no good. There's another place I go to a lot, we can look there. Let's go.

Tch, what are you doing? Didn't you hear me say let's go?

sigh Seriously, can you stop messing around?

Shut up. It's your fault for spacing out.

Come on, just be quiet and....

What's that?

Ah! This cologne!

This is the one I used to wear!

Eh? It was discontinued a while ago, but they're still selling it here...!

I'm surprised you noticed it. Did I tell you about it before?

Hmm, what is it? Did you really like it when I used to wear it?

Should I buy it then? But the one I'm using now is pretty good...

Hey, which one do you like more, the cologne I'm wearing now or that one~?

It's fine, I'll let you choose the one you like since we're on a date.

Come on, smell. Which one?

Hey, don't be shy. I can't tell if you like it if you react like that.

If you're not going to answer me, I'll just keep teasing you like this~

Hehe, you're blushing again.

...Hey, which one do you actually like?

Hmm, I see. Then I'll go ahead and get this one.

Ah, the staff at this store are known to be flirty, so you don't need to come with me.

[3:08]

Ugh, Shibuya is way too crowded, isn't it?

sigh I should have just made you decide at the first store.

There's no way I'd be okay with this. I hate this scramble crossing in front of Mark City the most because there's too many people!

And there's always pickup artists trying to hit on girls here. I mean, is this really the kind of place you like?

Hmm. Alright, let's just cross quickly then. A clueless girl like you could easily fall prey to those guys.

Come on, let's go. You're not allowed to leave my side.

Tch, don't be so slow. Pay attention -

- What happened? Of course, it had to be one of those pickup artists.

Sorry about that, it seems like my girlfriend accidentally bumped into you! ...Tch, he's ignoring me? I apologized, so what's his problem?

Huh? Why should I be worried about you? It's your own fault, right? For bumping into that guy.

Or maybe you were trying to get his attention and did it on purpose?

Don't say anything. I don't want to hear your excuses right now.

Come on, let's go before the light changes.

There's still too many people around here.

Come with me.

I told you to stop talking!

Just be quiet and follow me.

[5:13]

Ugh, you're so annoying! What's with you?

Didn't I tell you to be quiet?

It's a back alley....? So? Is there a problem with that?

Besides, isn't there something more important than shopping right now?

Hey, how much more do I need to hurt you for you to be satisfied?

I'm grabbing you tight like this so you can feel the pain in my heart.

Why are you trying to run away?

You're really stupid.

There's no way you can get away from me.

But I actually like that clueless side of you, you know~?

That's why I can't hate you even if you flirt with other guys.

Wait, you didn't even realize you were doing it, did you?

You made eye contact with him, that pickup artist.

Flirting with a guy like that? Are you kidding me?

Hah? You're saying it's my fault for pulling your hand?

But I was just trying to help you since you were walking so slowly?

And then you say something like that. Isn't that too much?

I won't stop. Because it seems like you don't understand anything.

Apologize. Say you're sorry. If you're really regretful, it's normal to apologize.

Huh? That's it?

Tell me what you think you did wrong.

.....Okay, I'll forgive you~

But in return, do that thing you always do.

I'm telling you to kiss me.

Heh, look around, there's no one here.

I mean, there's no way I'd make you kiss me in front of other people.

I brought you to a place no one would notice for a reason, right? Think about it.

Come on! Do it. You can, right?

Hey, is that all?

That's not nearly enough.

Come on, one more time - and do it properly this time.

Hey, don't be shy.

I want to kiss you.

Kiss me.

Quickly.

That's right, you should have just listened to me from the beginning. Understand?

I don't feel like going to any more stores. Let's just stay here and have some fun instead, ne~?

[8:50]

Nevermind. I thought about it, but it's impossible when I can still smell that man on you.

Hey, take it off. I won't touch you unless you do.

At least the cardigan for now.

Hmm, so you don't want to get close with me, huh?

sigh What's your problem, shaking your head no like that?!

It's finally my day off and we're on a date, so don't piss me off anymore!

...Oh, that's right.

I just bought the perfect thing.

Hehe, look, it's the cologne you said you liked.

If you put this on, the other smell should go away a little.

Come here, show me your neck. I'm going to soak you in my scent.

Hm, it tickles? Just endure it a little longer~

Mm... okay, that should be enough.

Hehe, now you smell like me. It's not bad.

See? How's that? It's good, right?

Well, it is the cologne you loved before.

You can keep breathing it in until you get tired of it.

In the meantime, I'll play with you.

Ah, I'm fin~ally back to having only my scent on you.

Hehe, you're making that face again.

You really do like being forced like this, don't you?

I like it too. I want to do more and more.

Hey, open your mouth a little more.

It's not enough yet.

Not until you and I become one.

Don't ever leave me.