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Beauty and the Beast

PAIRING : monkey d. luffy x fem!oc

GENRE : canon!au, fanfic

WARNING / S : violence, gore, heavy topics mentioning attempted suicide and eating disorders, strong language, misuse of medicine and knives, mentioned sexual assault. more to come, please read at your own discretion!

There is beauty in the world. birds sing bright and early, and the ocean waves hello at you. The sun shines on your face and the moon rocks you to sleep.

But there is also ugly. A deep, raw ugly that climbs into your soul. It consumes you, only leaving the very bones of your body.

When I was born, there were murmurs of my beauty. Of course, beauty doesn’t age well.

By the age of twelve, my sneaky hands had reached into a deteriorating cardboard box, pulling out a large fruit with multiple colors.

Only one thought ran through my mind, the fruit was beautiful. Enticing. It was a deep red color and molded into a cherry, my favorite fruit. I leaned forwards to sniff it, the smell of fresh fruit filling my nose.

My mother had walked in as I was finishing the fruit, her face dropping into one of horror. That was the day i became something more than what i was, I lost my a ability to swim.

And I lost my beauty.

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Grunts and padded noises fill a room, shouts and cry’s echoing through halls. There’s a punching bag hung from the ceiling, paint chipping and divoted, caved in from years of abuse.

A girl, no, a woman is slamming her fists against the punching bag, sweat dripping down her brow. She’s strong, that much is obvious, but her mentor slaps her against the leg with a metal rod. “Again!” The snarky voice shouts, the slap of the metal causing her to move faster.

Her fists and feet move together in sync, delivering a flurry of attacks that brutally slam against the bag. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, and sure as hell doesn’t whine.

Her back glistens in the light, sweat painting her skin like a determined tattoo. “Engage your core. Go faster.” A tut, repetition of what she’s been doing. Somehow, her fists go faster, angry grunts leaving her mouth.

“Stop.” The hard tone leaves the mouth of the person she hates most, “Go run a few miles and come back after. If I find puke, your dead.” There’s the threat, those words go through her head until she finishes her fifth mile.

“Stupid old man.” She grunts, deciding that’s enough running as she walks back into the training facility. Yellow eyes glare at her, “You’re already done?” Only earning a firm nod a sigh follows loudly, “I’ll see you next week. Same time.”

She quickly turns, trying to walk as quick as she can to the door. “Next time leave your emotions at the door. Or i’m kicking your ass.” Her eyes roll, only slamming the door shut.

Once she’s outside, she takes a deep breath, listening to the birds and feeling the wind against her sweaty neck. Her feet tiredly walk down a path, to a run-down bar.

Walking into the back, an apron is thrown at her face. “Get to brewing girl! We’ve got a crowd.” A voice shouts, coming from the one person she tolerates. “Izzy.” The woman growls, raising a brow when she just shoves a cup of coffee in my hand.

“Go, Sora. Did you even shower after training?” She urges, swaying her hand, her sly remark earns her a glare from the tired woman.

“There’s loads of customers. Got a group with some kid babbling about being King of the Pirates. And some blonde guy asked if we could go on a romantic getaway.” She giggles, and my face softens for a moment.

“Oh geez.” Sora grumbles, but she walks through the door to the bar nonetheless. She’s met with many voice shouting at her, asking for a drink and demanding that get them right away.

Great, she thinks, just what I needed.

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FLOWERS OF FLESH AND BLOOD. 𓂃 s. gojo.

"can you close your eyes, remember the flowers for me?" — this was home, until it wasn't. until it was a barren land of flesh, blood, and fear. they said to just survive, but what did that mean? to walk a life of tears and loss? never knowing if the next day would be your last? it was the end of the world, though the start of yours. yours and satoru's.

WARNING. walking dead in the vicinity, proceed with caution: zombie apocalypse!au. dead dove, do not eat. gore, blood, death, angst, depictions of violence + murder. eventual smut (afab!reader), slow burn. more to come.

when there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. — a crude selection or extras. › mood board: don't open, dead inside. › playlist: it might help muffle the screaming, darling.

the countdown to eternal damnation. — a heartfelt story of love, hate, and everything in between.

month one — three 𓂃 [redacted.] › error/ n.e.r.c.a. › unauthorized: [redacted.] redirect › national emergency containment and response agency. date: [redacted.]

month four 𓂃 tuna cans. › there are eight billion people on earth. no, was. there was eight million people on earth. now? you're not sure. is there half the amount? even less? the walkers don't count, by the way. in any case, you're one of them — a survivor. where does that leave you? alone. or, that's what you'd thought, at least.

oh, baby, haven't you heard? they sunk their teeth into the flesh of god himself. — a carnal call to those willing to listen.

› (2/50) — @jeonwiixard, @mia-can-yap-too.

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fic coming soon !! 😉😉😉😉

poll for fic !

hey guys!!! im making this poll so yall can help me pick between the two things to write about. im not sure which one i want to do, so please pick. also, let me know what love interest for each down below!! for devil fruit user number one, i was thinking of making the fruit to where the user could shapeshift into a chimera, the only downside being the pain when shifting. while for devil fruit user number two, i was thinking of a all-seeing, all-knowing kinda thing? basically she extremely intelligent and can see everything. please let me know what you think!!! all of your opinions are very much appreciated!!

EDIT : i changed the first devil fruit user to a zoan type that can shapeshift into a chimera!

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somethingisoccuring's masterlist!

jujutsu kaisen!

satoru gojo

what death feels like

sukuna ryomen

nightmares and coffee

suguru geto

kento nanami

megumi fushiguro

karaoke party

yuji itadori

yuuta okkostu

toge inumaki

one piece!

monkey d. luffy

roronoa zoro

vinsmoke sanji

portgas d. ace

trafalgar law

attack on titan!

levi ackerman

bar chase

eren yeager

armin arlert

jean kirstein

reiner braun

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poll for fic !

hey guys!!! im making this poll so yall can help me pick between the two things to write about. im not sure which one i want to do, so please pick. also, let me know what love interest for each down below!! for devil fruit user number one, i was thinking of making the fruit to where the user could shapeshift into a chimera, the only downside being the pain when shifting. while for devil fruit user number two, i was thinking of a all-seeing, all-knowing kinda thing? basically she extremely intelligent and can see everything. please let me know what you think!!! all of your opinions are very much appreciated!!

EDIT : i changed the first devil fruit user to a zoan type that can shapeshift into a chimera!

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what death feels like - s.g.

PAIRING : satoru gojo x gn!reader

GENRE : canon au! both are sorcerors , fanfic

WARNING / S : angst. kinda? descriptive gore, mentions of blood, passing out, DEATH, angst

everything happened so fast. long, bony fingers stabbing into my stomach, pulling on my intestines while devilish laughter filled the air.

it was supposed to be an easy mission. get in, kick ass, go home. but things don’t always go your way, do they?

as i lay on the cold, hard cement, my thoughts are bitter. my conscious is fading, i can feel my eyes darkening by the second. a memory runs through my head.

one of laughter and love. pure, raw love that i’ve only seen when with him. satoru gojo.

the man i’ve loved since we were first years, arguing over who was stronger even though it was clearly him. the man who, despite how powerful he was, chose to use it to save others.

i gargle blood, wheezing out for help. “sa-toru. help me.” i choke, trying to press a hand to my wound.

is this what death feels like?

whimpering in pain, i try to fight against myself, feeling the darkness consume me. “no.” i whisper, a sob making me wince.

dark clouds fill my vision. my eyes close. but one thing remains, the memory of satoru gojo.

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hey guys! feeling under the weather so i wanted to bring people down with me!!! anyway, i was thinking on doing a part two to this, maybe a parallel based on gojo’s pov? let me know what u think! - cora !

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bar chase - l.a.

PAIRING : implied! levi x assassin!oc

GENRE : fanfic

WARNING/S : blood, getting beat up, alcohol, implied prostitution, the underground

The bar is filled with whistles, chatter, and an obnoxious singer as I sip on my vodka. The bartender slips by me again, offering another glass as I finish my 7th one. “Don’t they know? It’s the end of the world.” The singer bellows, her revealing dress catching the eye of many men.

Suddenly, the door slam open, the bar instantly becoming quiet. A gasp is heard, “It’s the Survey Corps!” A voice mutters next to me. I tilt my empty glass, seeing the reflection of the flowing green capes taunting, seeming as if they’re waving hello.

“We’re here for a woman by the name of Amara Sterling. Where is she?” The tall blonde one announces, his voice firm and demanding.

I slowly turn my head, my bright blue eyes staring at the group of soldiers. “What do you want?” I ask, standing up and stepping closer.

“You’re coming with us.” The man, presumably the leader says. “Without a please?” I pout, fluttering my eyelashes.

“He said, you’re coming with us.” The tiny one barks, I try my hardest not to laugh at the midget in front of me. I think about what position i’m in for a moment, a sad look coming onto my face.

“Guess I have no choice.” I sigh, taking a small step backwards. I roundhouse kick a table next to me, causing glasses to spill and shatter as I run to the back exit.

Shit, shit, shit. What the hell am I doing?

My arms pump as I sprint faster, the blonde man yelling orders at his soldiers quickly. I dart through alleyways, staying in the shadows and keeping my feet light.

I hear the ODM gear zipping through the air, haven’t heard that in a while. I encounter a Scout, his ODM gear jamming as he tries to chase after me, who’s creeping behind him.

“Looking for someone?” I whisper, his eyes widen the moment my fist meets his nose, my foot coming soon after to his side.

He lays against the ground, out of breath and very close to passing out. “Sorry gosse. (Kid.)” My cackle floats through the air as I climb up a wall, now running and jumping across rooftops.

“Amara! Just talk with us!” A woman shouts, getting closer to me. I jump off of a little shed, backing into the shadows as footsteps pass by.

Small puffs of air leaves my mouth, “That was a close one.” I mutter. “But was it close?” A voice taunts, the group of Scout forcing my into the corner.

Oh you’ve gotta be fuckin’ me.

“What do you want?” I sneer, fists clenching as I ready myself to fight them. “Your help.” The leader answers simply, “Bull-fucking-shit!”

I grab the mustached-man, delivering two uppercuts to his jaw and stomach. The little one jumps forwards, sending the butt of his blade to my back.

I groan in pain, swinging my leg back to 180 in the air, swinging my arms as I grab my hidden dagger. I throw the dagger at his face, his instincts barely letting him dodge in time so it grazes his cheek.

His eyes harden, grabbing me, and punching my jaw, beggining to bruise my body. My chest heaves with every desperate attempt I make to breathe, blood running down my chin.

“Levi, that’s enough.” The leader commands, I get pushed to the ground on my knees, held by three soldiers.

“Lâche-moi ! Espèce de nain ! Lâche-moi ! Tu sais à qui tu t'en prends ? (Let go of me! Peice of midget shit! Let go! Do you know who you’re messing with?)” My voice comes out in spats of anger, trying to pull against the hold of my captors.

“Amara. Calm down. We don’t want to hurt you.” The blonde speaks again, “Hurt me! Like you lot could ever. Midget over here hardly gave me a good beating!” I remark, not missing the way the small man death-glares me.

“We need your help Amara. We know how skilled you are. We have reason to believe that they’re traitors in our land.” I blink slowly, “How the fuck does that relate to me?”

“You’re skilled Amara. In weaponry, hand to hand combat, stealth, your fast and surprisingly strong considering you’re size.” A woman with glasses speaks up.

“Don’t stop on my account.” A smirk comes onto my face, earning myself a slap to the back of the head. “Aïe! Salaud! (Ow! Bastard!)” I shout angrily.

“I don’t have to do anything.” I mutter, a sly smirk coming onto my face, “You can’t kidnap me. That’s illegal.”

“So is arson. And murder.” The short one speaks up, his words automatically offend me. “What? A girl can’t have hobbies?” I gasp, dramatically making a shocked face at the man.

“I’ll put it this way. You either come with us to headquarters. Or we take you to jail. Your choice.” The man finalizes, my eyebrow twitching in irritation.

“Oh mon Dieu, ça ne va pas être amusant. (Oh God, this is not going to be fun.)” I sigh, staring at the ground.

This could be my chance at freedom, I won’t have to live in this hellhole anymore. But they could betray me, use me as an asset only. This man seems kind, would he do that?

“You’re lucky i’m in a talking mood.” The blonde looks relieved, “Good choice.”

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okay, this tiny snippet came into my head. would anyone be interested in reading further into this ? - cora !

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nightmares and coffee - s.r

PARING : sukuna x fem!reader

GENRE : alternate universe, modern au

WARNING/S : uncle!sukuna, nephew!yuji, kinda angsty?, intense cuddling and tears, yuji has a nightmare and cuddles up with sukuna, implied past argument, Yuji has trauma

A tired sigh escapes my mouth as I reach for yet another cup of coffee, its way past midnight, previous words keeping me awake. My shoulders are slumped as I sit at my kitchen island, perking up slightly when I hear the soft patter of bare feet.

“Auntie?” The soft, tired voice of Yuji enters the dim-lit kitchen. I turn my head, the boy clutching tightly onto his teddy bear while rubbing his eyes tiredly.

I turn towards him, opening my arms to let him come sit in my lap. “What’s the matter honey?” I whisper gently, running fingers through his pink hair.

“I had a bad dream. Are you and uncle suku’ mad again?” He asks, blinking innocently up at me. I almost laugh at the boys awareness, only shaking my head as I press a kiss to his head.

“Let’s get you to bed.” I announce, standing up as he wraps around me, hiding his face in my neck.

“I don’t want to go to my room. Wan’ to sleep with you and uncle suku’.” He murmurs, stopping my steps for a moment.

I sigh again, turning to walk towards my shared bedroom. “Okay hun.” I nudge the door open with my foot, tossing my slippers across the floor blindly.

As Yuji and I curl up under the covers, he still clutches his teddy bear tightly. “You can’t leave me and uncle suku’.” His bottom lip wobbles, picking at the hair of his plushie.

“I don’t like when you argue. I don’t want you to leave.” Tears begin to fall down his cheeks, sniffling loudly. A long, muscled arm drapes over the two of us. “She’s not goin’ anywhere brat. And neither am I.” Sukuna’s tired voice fills my ears, my shoulders naturally relaxing.

I look up at Sukuna to find him already looking at me. His other hand comes to my face, thumb caressing my cheek. I smile tearfully, looking at my two boys, being here with them cooling my nerves.

“I love you guys.” I murmur softly, kissing Yuji’s head. Yuji curls into my arms, said boy holding onto his uncle’s arm.

“Go to sleep honey. It’s okay. We’re here now.” I begin to caress the boys head, tears reducing into sniffles as he slowly falls asleep.

Sukuna tiredly sighs, pulling the two of us closer to him. His hand grabs my chin, pulling my face to his to deliver a soft kiss to my lips. “Love you kuna’.” I murmur, eyes dropping tiredly.

“I love you too brat. Go to bed.” He gruffly says, tangling his legs with mine. Now, the three of us are fast asleep in bed, coffee and petty argument long forgotten.

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SO CUTE OML ☹️☹️☹️☹️

That face he did to jogo! 😏

Reblogs are appreciated!!

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KARAOKE PARTY

Megumi x Fem!Reader

warnings : fluff, fluff and fluff, slightest bit of underage drinking, cute little moment

NOW PLAYING

The sounds of giggling and off-key singing are the sounds the fill my ears. Just a couple hours ago, the first and second years were sweaty and exhausted from training, but now the hoard of children dance around the room as Panda sings “Single Ladies” at the top of his lungs. An occasional beer is drank, and obviously getting hyper with sweet candy, this is one of the rare moments that we can be kids. Panda flutters his eyelashes at Inumaki the way a woman does to get a man’s attention, he waves his ring finger in front of the boys face, “If you like than you shoulda’ put a ring on it!” The bear sings with a big grin, bowing dramatically as the song ends. Yuji, Yuta and I clap enthusiastically, whooping loudly for him, Megumi rolls his eyes at us. “Okay! Who’s gonna embarrass themselves next?” Maki asks with a clap of her hands, gaining everyone’s attention. “We will! We will!” I say loudly, fighting to stay still in my seat as I drag Nobara and Yuji to the stage. Nobara grins as she whispers in Yuji and I’s ear , “Super Trouper?” We both nod, smiling from ear to ear as she starts the music. The three of us sing the song proudly, our chests puffed out as we surprisingly hit every note. The music plays, Yuji grabbing Nobara’s hand and twirling her happily. “I was sick and tired of everythingggg. When I called you last night from Glasgow.” I begin, grabbing a hairbrush to act as a microphone. “All I do is eat and sleep and sing, wishing every show was the last show.” Nobara continues with a big grin, picking up an old paper towel cartridge to act as her mic. “So imagine I was glad to you’re coming, Suddenly I feel alright.” Yuji sings loudly, the three of us joining in an unsuspected harmony as we sing. “Tonight the Super Trouper, beams are gonna blind me, but I won’t feel blueeee, like I always doooooo. Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you.” The three of sing in perfect unison as we dance to the music, the others joining. (Except Maki and Megumi) “So i’ll be there, when you arrive.” Yuji adds softly, “The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive. And when you take me in your arms and hold me tight. I know it’s gonna mean so much tonightttt.” Nobara and I join as she dips me with a smile. “Tonight the Super Trouper, beams are gonna blind me. But I won’t feel blue.” Nobara smirks as she sings, nodding to Yuji and I as we finish the lyric. “Like I always do.” Yuji continues, he and Nobara joking in a salsa dance playfully. “Cause somewhere in the crowd, there’s youuu.” I finish with a big grin, pointing to Megumi as his cheeks brighten. The room fills with oooh’s at Megumi’s evident blushing, teasing him mercilessly. I send him a flirty wink, blowing him a kiss to tease him even further. The music ends and the three of us stand with our backs against each others as we grin and strike poses. Yuta laughs loudly at us while Inumaki takes dozens of pictures. We grab hands and bow childishly, then go settle back down with everyone. I sit down next to Megumi, ruffling his hair to annoy him. To my surprise, he grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “To be fair, i’m not sad when you’re around either.” Now I’m the blushing and stuttering mess, squirming under his flirtatious gaze. A small smile rises on his face as he laces his fingers into mine sweetly, the blush on my face deepening as everyone begins to tease me now. “Traitors! I thought you guys were on my side.” I whine playfully, pushing Yuji’s shoulder so he falls face first on the ground. The eight of us burst out laughing as we watch him fall, Megumi and I making eye contact as we smile brightly.

Bonus : Megumi and I curl up together on Maki’s couch as we yawn tiredly. Megumi’s rough fingertips trail up my arm soothingly, my eyes fluttering shut as he lulls me to sleep, but Yuji’s drunken voice snaps me back awake. “California Girls were unforgettable, Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top!” He sings loudly, hiccuping between words as he stumbles drunkenly. A hazy smile comes onto my face as I listen to him sing, Panda and Inumaki cheering for him as Nobara and Yuta dance together flimsily, both tipsy from drinking so much. “He is such a lightweight.” Megumi mutters, referring to the pink-haired boy as he sings with a bubbly smile on his face. “He’s having fun.” I mumble, wincing when his voice breaks during a syllable. The door to Maki’s room slams open, revealing a smirking Gojo as he stands there with his arms crossed. Everyone in the room sobers up quickly, eyes and mouths widening with shock as we get caught. Gojo stands there with a ‘I caught you!!’ look on his face, Megumi and I share a nervous glance as we wait for him to say something. “I won’t tell Yaga that you guys are wayyy curfew, while drinking alcohol, and being all lovey dovey. If, you invite me to your next little party.” He finishes with a goofy grin, laughing at our relieved faces. We nod quickly, not wanting to get in trouble. “Okay, now, I want you all to go to sleep, in your own beds, and hide the evidence that you were drinking.” He then turns around and leaves the room. We all share scared looks before bursting out into laughter.

A/N : Can we just pretend that Shibuya didn’t happen and vs that everyone is alive and well??? 😇😇 anyways, i wanted to put something up that’s been in my drafts as i finish editing the second chapter of my gojo fic, because i actually kinda like this and one. i hope you liked this, and don’t forget to reblog, like and comment. feel free to send requests and ill try to get all of them done 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thanks for reading !

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