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[fumiliar]

self-restraint is one thing kento prides on. he is a good man, or at least he tries to be. his eyes landed on your flailing figure, pinching his nose bridge to prepare himself. you, gojo, kento and shoko went out for drinks to celebrate the fact you 4 were still alive.

your mind was blank, you had no self-control, it was like the shame centre in your brain got turned off.

"oh my god!" you squealed in excitement. "my favourite song!" you stumbled off your bar stool, going to stand up on the table, gojo supporting your brave act.

kento acted quick. right when your foot landed on the table, you were pulled back by an immeasurable amount of strength, your back landing on someone's muscular chest.

"how drunk are you?" a gruff voice spoke right beside your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. your senses were already heightened, but at this moment, you could feel everything. you could hear the fastening rhythm of your heart, along with the steady rhythm of another's.

"earth to y/n~," satoru's singsong voice echoed through your empty head.

"yea, sorry," you shook your head, turning around to see kento's disapproving look. his hand keeping a deathly grip on your wrist, ensuring you were always close to him, in case you'd do something embarrassing, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"y/n, i'll bring you ho-"

"don'tt, you're such a party pooper nanamin! we were just getting started," the blue eyed man whined, he looked like he was about to start a tantrum.

"yeah, let's just wrap it up, i wanna go home," shoko agreed with kento, getting ready to leave. "i'll leave y/n to you, gojo, come." satoru following shoko like a sad puppy.

"let's go home," kento used his free hand to pack up your stuff, double checking if you took anything out of your purse.

"you're so hot when you take care of me," you freely complimented kento, his ears slowly turning beet red.

"i like you kento, you know that right?" you kept talking, kento's face slowly turning a darker shade of red. "why are you so red? are you having a fever?" you used your free hand to feel his forehead, even in your drunken state, you still worried about his health.

"no...y/n. i'm fine," he put your bag on your shoulder as he led you out of the establishment.

"ow....my feet hurt ken," you pouted looking down at your heels.

restrain yourself kento. restrain. was the only thing he could think off as he looked back at you. he didn't want to take advantage of your drunken self. he knelt down as he took of your heels, you bracing yourself on his back. he slowly took your hand of his back, putting down your heels on the ground to take off his blazer.

"up," his back facing you as he knelt down. you weren't going to waste a chance getting piggy backed. instantly, your arms slid around his neck as your legs trapped his torso. kento stood up, picking up your heels and adjusting his hold on you.

"comfy?" you nodded against his neck. "take this, and wrap it around your waist," he handed you his blazer. you instantly listened, wrapping the blazer around your waist, making sure you don't flash anyone along your way home.

"ken, you're so good to me," you mumbled, nibbling on his neck, eliciting a groan out of the man.

"you're such a tease," kento chuckled, smiling to himself at his current predicament.

"we're not even dating....hft," you sighed. kento let out a hearty laugh at your dissatisfaction.

"why do you want us to date?" kento asked making you even more disappointed.

"what woman doesn't want stability!" this time you were annoyed. you straightening your back, not leaning on kento's anymore. kento was still joyful, instead of responding to your annoyance, he loosened his grip on your legs, your instincts kicked in, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck once more to ensure your safety.

"were you about to drop me??" panic was evident in your tone, but kento was still amused. "answer me!" your hand hitting on his chest.

"y/n," kento sternly called out your name, abruptly stopping your abuse on his chest. "we're married love, isn't that the epitome of stability? why would i regress our relationship to just boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"huh?..." you were confused for a second, quickly looking at your hand. and there it was, glistening in the moonlight, your wedding ring. "oh.."

kento couldn't help but tease your drunken self, his self-restraint always wavering when it came to you. the prim and proper man turning playful in your presence, he just couldn't help it. he continued his walk home, occasionally giggling at your forgetful nature.

"i hope you don't forget this moment," kento muttered under his breath, knowing full well you would have no memory of this event, only a pounding headache to remind you of yesterday's events.

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

Imagine you are laying in bed with Vox and you know he is charging/asleep and you are trying to do your walk of shame/pride and you pull out your phone to call for an Uber/taxi and when you look at your screen it Vox going "Baby come back to bed"

This ended up nsfw lmao Vox x Reader, CW: vagina fingering, and p in V sex.

You slide out of bed, looking over your shoulder to make sure Vox's screen is still dimmed and his eyes shut.

Quickly gathering your clothes and heading out through the hauntingly quiet halls of VoxTek, footsteps echoing as you scramble to call your ride.

Fuck you knew it was a mistake to sleep with your boss, fuck fuck fuck, what were you going to do? What was he going to do? Fire you? Maybe you should quit.

Your mind whirrs as you get in your ride... Odd you hadn't called for a limousine but you checked the name with the driver and he said something about an upgrade so you shrugged assuming other drivers were too busy or something.

You get in and start doomscrolling your phone to try and calm your nerves, fidgeting slightly as you feel Vox's cum trickling from you, fuck you'd forgot your panties, adjusting your skirt uncomfortably, glad of the privacy screen you look back at your phone and yelp nearly dropping it and Vox's face appears on the screen.

Vox: "Babydoll what are you doing? You should come back to bed."

His voice is so assured you almost agree, he always had something about him that mad you want to agree to anything his said, despite your own self imposed rules about not getting attached to folk down here and only having one night stands.

You: "Sorry sir, this was a mistake, we shouldn't... Won't be doing this again... I understand I need to look for a new job tomorrow."

Vox's face frowns, and you sigh with relief thinking he's going to agree but you shriek when suddenly with a bolt and a zap to your hand he's suddenly sat beside you, having travelled through your phone.

You blush in mortification as he's still utterly bare.

You: "S-Sir... -"

Vox: "Oh no Doll, I've found something I like, and I don't give up my toys so easily, so I'm going to convince you to come back with me now, and you're going to be a good little Doll and TRUST me."

Blinking as you feel slightly dizzy, you whimper as you feel his hand sliding up your thigh, and your body is oddly limp as he spreads you open without resistance, hiking your skirt around your waist, his eyes glued to the sight of his cum dripping out of you.

Vox: "Fuck Babydoll, that's so hot. Just waiting for me really weren't you, left me a parting gift and everything."

You: "I-I never do more than one night stands."

Vox: "That's because you've always been mine, and those other idiots were too dumb to chase soothing so damn perfect."

You can't respond as his tongue eases inside your mouth and his fingers start sliding through your folds simultaneously. You hips buck and a needy whine escapes your lips.

Vox: "Now let's see how much convincing you need to come back and stay."

Your hips arch and your chest strains as he rubs teasing circles around your clit.

You: "Vox..."

Vox: "That's right Babydoll, thays exactly how you should be saying my name."

Vox keeps rubbing you, his mouth marking your shoulder as the shoulder on your shirt is ripped, but you can't think, can't mind it as he drives you closer and closer to your peak.

The squelch of his fingers sliding into you is embarrassingly loud and he chuckles against your neck, which is bent at such an odd but accommodating angle.

Your moans increase as his fingers fucks you more relentlessly now, your clit feeling puffy and swollen as his thumb doesn't stop tormenting it too.

You hand grabs his wrist for grounding and you feel the flex of his tendons and muscles at work as he drives his digits deep inside you.

You : "Oh fuck."

Vox: "Don't worry, Doll, we will, again."

Your other hand is grabbed and placed right on his hard cock, the rigid member throbbing in your grasp and you cry out as your fall apart all over Vox's fingers.

Twitching and spasming, you swear you hear him gasp as the grip of your hand on his cock matches that of your cunt on his fingers.

Vox: "Perfect little Doll, now you're coming home with me aren't you, and you're going to be a good Toy and not leave."

Absently you nod, and don't even notice as you end up within moments on a plush bed, clothing shredded, and crying out his name once more as his cock starts fucking his own cum even deeper inside you.

Vox: "Trust me, Babydoll, you're staying right here where you belong... Mine."

*The driver had been hired by Vox and was literally circling the streets, that's why they never arrived anywhere 😂

[anonymous-dentist]

Part Ten of the Catboy in the Village AU

Part One | Part Nine

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The queen breaks the news to them at the breakfast table as soon as she's finished eating. She wipes her mouth daintily with a napkin, pushes her empty bowl away from her, snaps her fingers, and smiles as a guard pulls out a familiar-looking envelope from beneath his cloak and hands it to her.

Roier almost coughs up his eggs. His eyes go wide and his fork scrapes against his plate and he stops breathing and he suddenly breathes too hard while chewing and he doubles over and covers his mouth to keep himself from spitting his food up in shock.

Cellbit immediately drops his own silverware and raises a hand to rub Roier's back. Roier shrugs him off, getting himself under control pretty quickly, but Cellbit's hand remains on his back, and Roier lets it stay there.

Slowly, the queen opens the envelope; its seal has already been broken. She makes direct eye contact as she does so, her face perfectly flat.

That's Roier's handwriting on the envelope. And inside is the princess' notebook paper with a message written in Cellbit's messy scrawl. The message was coded, and the address was encrypted, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about.

...Right?

Unless-

The queen clears her throat, raises the letter so that she's looking at it, and reads: "'As someone experienced with the culinary nuances of human flesh, I have decided that it's absolute dogshit when cooked. I prefer to taste the blood, as it adds a bit of spice to what would otherwise be pretty bland.'"

Her nose wrinkles, her entire face screwing up in disgust. Good. Just as planned.

"'However'," she continues, "'I have discovered the value in different types of meats. Bear meat is still my favorite, but I have grown to like rabbit meat as of recent. Something about it reminds me of my childhood, I'm sure you know why. The taste of cooked rabbit paints a picture of warfare and bloodshed, and the nostalgia makes it taste even sweeter.

'Rabbit cooked in a mushroom sauce is better than you'd imagine, though I know that we both can't really do mushrooms anymore.

'Try it out and let me know how you like it. Was it good? Bad? I can adjust the recipe.'"

Lowering the letter, the queen folds it up and calmly places it on the table in front of her.

Cellbit glances at Roier out of the corner of his eye.

Roier just smiles, closed-mouthed, and gets himself another forkful of egg. The way he's holding his fork, though, and his knife is... dangerous. He's ready.

And then the queen smiles, leaning back in her seat with her hands clasped in her lap.

Cellbit picks up his fork and holds it just a bit too tightly. His knuckles go white.

Suddenly, the queen stands from her chair and picks up her bowl and chucks it clear across the table with a screamed, "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

Cellbit yelps and falls to the side out of his chair, hand on his head to keep his hat on, the bowl whiffing past his face so close that bits of berries drag across his cheek and leave a mark behind.

He tries to get back up, but he's stopped by a guard rushing forward and putting a heavy armored foot on his back. He hisses and struggles and squirms, ears laying flat under his hat.

He fights twice as hard as he hears Roier shout. His head whips to the side just in time to watch Roier get manhandled out of his chair and forced to drop his makeshift weapons, his arms getting pinned behind his back by four entire armored guards.

"You attacked my daughter?" the queen demands.

On the floor, Cellbit can't see anything of her but her feet as she gets out of her chair and storms over to their side of the table.

Cellbit bares his teeth as she approaches. She does the same in return, ears twitching angrily.

"It was just a little blackmail," he taunts.

"She is a child!" she snaps.

"Yes, and?" Roier asks. "So what?"

Her gaze snaps towards him, and her face darkens.

"You," she spits.

A second guard has to run over and pin Cellbit as the queen storms towards Roier and slaps him across the face loud enough to echo throughout the room.

Roier just blinks and takes it. The side of his face is red and angry, and Cellbit feels red and angry.

"She cried because of you," the queen lowly says, body shaking in anger. "Did you really think that she would keep this from me?"

Roier shrugs. "I mean... yeah?"

Cellbit accidentally lets out a pained yowl as the second guard on him digs their armor into an older wound on his lower back, one that never really healed after prison.

For whatever reason, the queen turns her head to glare at the guard.

"What are you doing?" she huffs. "Don't hurt him."

Cellbit blinks up at her in disbelief. "You just threw a bowl at me!"

"And you have a thick skull. It wouldn't have hurt you."

At that, Cellbit starts struggling even harder. He used to be able to fight off an entire gang of men at once, what happened? How are two people holding him down like this?

"Kids lie," Roier loudly says, trying to bring the attention back to him, the idiot. "Kids suck!"

And it works. The queen turns back to him, face slowly reddening.

"Empanada is an angel," she says.

"She's a fucking stalker!" Cellbit argues, trying to bring the attention back to him. "And you're making her do it. So what does that make you?"

And it works. The queen turns back to him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"What?" she asks.

He rolls his eyes. "Oh, come on. She's been following me for weeks. Basically since we got here! Because you're making her."

He scoffs, "Child labor, really? Even I don't make my kids help in the store."

"I do," Roier comments.

Cellbit nods. "He does. But I don't, and I'm the cannibal here, so..."

The queen just shakes her head. "No... what? First, you aren't, and, second, I haven't told her to do anything but stay away from you, and-"

"Okay, fuck you," he interrupts, "I am a cannibal. Didn't you read the letter?"

"Yes, and that's how I know you're lying. But listen, I haven't told Empanada to do anything to you!"

"Yeah," Roier agrees, "except follow us!"

"Invisible," Cellbit adds. "And her potions aren't even properly mixed! Do you know how dangerous that can be? She's going to wake up dead one of these days, and it's going to be all your fault."

The queen groans and puts her face in her hands. She breathes, shoulders rising and falling dramatic with every breath.

"I told her to stay away from the cauldron," she murmurs, so quiet that it's likely that nobody but Cellbit can hear her. "She's too short. She hates the smells. She can't reach. What the fuck?"

Sensing a weak moment, Cellbit smirks and says, "I knew you think I'm the wrong person."

Lowering her hands, the queen frowns and asks, "What?"

He shrugs. "Why else would you be hiding your daughter, a-k-a my niece, from me unless you think I'm the wrong guy. If I'm supposed to be her long-lost uncle, wouldn't you have introduced me to her immediately? Unless you don't trust me, because you think I'm not your brother, because I'm not your brother."

Roier 'OOOOOOOOOH!'s. As does one of the guards holding him, who gets shut up immediately by another guard.

The queen just stares. She stares for a long moment before sighing and saying, "My daughter asked me to keep you away from her. She said that she didn't want to get cooties."

Roier blinks. "What the fuck is a cooties?"

The queen waves her hand dismissively. "It's a girl thing, you wouldn't get it. But-"

Cellbit cuts her off with a shake of his head: "No, no. She told us that you told her to stay away from us. We aren't supposed to know that she exists. Because you wanted her to spy on me!"

"Why would I want her to do that?" The queen throws her arms into the air in frustration. "Why would I even spy on you? I did that before you even came here!"

"Aha!" Cellbit shouts, wiggling an arm free so he can point at her. "You did spy on me!"

"And you still are!" Roier accuses. "You stole our mail, what the fuck?"

The queen rolls her eyes. "Because you blackmailed my daughter? If you wanted to send a letter, you could have asked."

"Uh, and then what?" Cellbit sneers. "You follow it until it gets to the other person and you kidnap them, too?"

"Oh, I don't need to follow it to do that," the queen simply replies.

She smirks slightly, arms crossing as she leans back against the table.

"Who do you think taught you encryption in the first place?" she asks. "And your code sucked. The cannibalism was a good distraction, but it was too ridiculous. Searching your home weeks ago showed that your youngest child's favorite animal is the rabbit and your other child likes cows. Your children were growing mushrooms in a window garden. There were art supplies throughout the apartment. It was all obvious."

Cellbit's heart clenches.

The queen just smiles.

Her attention quickly moves away from him, though, as a messenger runs into the room out of breath.

"An update, your highness," the messenger wheezes. "The team has completed its search of Mr. Halo's home."

Roier freezes.

Cellbit stops breathing.

No.

"And?" the queen asks, frowning.

After a moment, the messenger answers:

"There are no signs of the children there. Evidence shows that they had never even arrived."

Roier's knees buckle beneath him. The guards holding him all shout and rush to keep him upright as he faints in their arms.

The queen raises a hand to her mouth in shock. She immediately turns to Cellbit, pale, but he doesn't see her. Not really.

He stares blankly into the space ahead of him as the queen drops to her knees by his side and talks. He doesn't hear a thing besides the beating of his own heart.

They had never even arrived.

[mcflymemes]

ALIEN (1979) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

the other members of the crew are dead.

this is the worst shit i've ever seen.

anybody ever tell you you look dead?

alien life form. looks like it's been dead a long time.

i should reach the frontier in about six weeks.

can you hear me?

what was your special order?

you read it. i thought it was clear.

what about our lives, you son of a bitch?

how do we kill it? there's gotta be a way of killing it.

that's bullshit.

you still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you?

you admire it.

look, i've heard enough of this, and i'm asking you to pull the plug.

i can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.

something has attached itself to him.

we have to get him to the infirmary right away.

wait a minute. if we let it in, the ship could be infected.

you know the quarantine procedure. twenty-four hours for decontamination.

listen to me. if we break quarantine, we could all die.

look, could you open the goddamned hatch?

i can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same.

this is an order.

the ship will automatically destruct in t-minus five minutes.

you bitch!

you are my lucky star.

i find that hard to believe.

what would you like me to do?

i'll get my own answers, thank you.

some of you may have figured out we're not home yet. we're only halfway there.

what kind of transmission?

you were gonna leave us out there!

when i give an order, i expect it to be obeyed.

unless somebody has got a better idea, we'll proceed with [name]'s plan.

oh no. you're out of your mind.

i say that we abandon ship!

we take our chances and just hope somebody will pick us up.

i'm for killing that goddamn thing right now.

will you listen to me, [name]?

you don't know that.

that's the only way.

we'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and every vent until we have it cornered, and then we'll blow it the fuck out into space.

is that acceptable to you?

that's amazing. what is it?

please don't do that. thank you.

you let him in.

by breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life.

maybe i should have left him outside.

maybe i've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk i was willing to take.

i do take my responsibilities are seriously as you, you know.

you do your job, and let me do mine.

you remember anything about the planet?

what's the last thing you do remember?

we're on our way home!

i don't trust him.

i don't trust anybody.

it's a robot!

let's get the hell out of here.

there is an explanation for this, you know.

i'm sorry, can i say something?

we don't know if it's intelligent.

i wanna go home and party.

you don't dare kill it.

how long before the ship blows?

why don't you just fuck off?

it looks like a warning.

i can't see a goddamn thing.

get out of the room!

the first thing i am going to do when i get back is get some decent food.

open the door!

oh god, it's moving right towards you!

get out of there! behind you! move!

this place gives me the creeps.

whatever it was, it was big.

i'll get the shuttle ready.

wait a minute. there's movement.

where's earth?

something's different down here.

it's got to be around there somewhere.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Completed fic: time likes pulling my teeth

Second and final chapter out now!

Summary:

As Buck tries to adjust to life in the time loop, he begins to suspect Eddie hasn't been entirely honest with him.

Snippet:

“Please don’t say anything to Chris,” Eddie begs. “Especially about dying. I know he’ll just forget, but…”

“You don’t want to freak him out,” Buck fills in. 

Eddie nods again. “I just want him - and you - to be as happy as possible. Okay?”

Buck tries to avoid narrowing his eyes in concern. Eddie has been the sole lucid person in this experience for a while. He’s whittled it down to a formula. A neatly rehearsed show that he stages every twelve hours, with no end in sight. Buck has thrown that off. Like, significantly. He gets why Eddie is nervous. 

“Don’t worry,” Buck promises, squeezing his hand. “I’m gonna follow your lead, okay? You know how this all works.”

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[berylbled]

@shallliveoninsong  ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ’d

She’s trying to reach a book that has caught her interest, yet it seems she has the unfortunate fortune of being too short to be able to reach. Slender fingertips are able to brush against the spine of the book, but she’s not able to fully grasp it. How long has it been that she’s been struggling to acquire the desired tome on her own? Too long. 

With a sharp inhale of breath, the only indication of her annoyance, her gaze pans the area. She decides to approach the first individual her eyes meet. 

“Ah, excuse me.” She approaches, her voice as flat and emotionless as her expression. Her gaze is equally void of any humanity, something flickering therein for just a moment, unnerving, unnatural. But it remains for only a fleeting moment, dissipating with the next spoken syllable.

“May I trouble you for some assistance? It will be but a moment of your precious time.”

[sangreprince]

Closed Starter | @Spiderwarden

The deathly Prince of Hades was not as cold blooded as his kin. In the depths of his heart was a kindness and desire to see the mortal world a better place than before with each passing day. It was one of his mother's qualities that he held in fond regard, even if he was not fully conscious of her influence. And so when Tav and their companions dealt with the hobgoblins and other such monstrosities, he was left to combat the Drow.

It was not easily done. He was weaker on the surface, his only solace being the cover of blackest night and embrace of the earth. That much they had in common, him and the daughter of the Underdark that he fought. But when it came to blows, he would not strike her down. There was undue influence upon her mind that compelled her to act, this much he could tell. As such, he instead delivered Minthara to the others and gave ample space.

It had been several days when next Zagreus appeared to the camp as a whole. In the dead of night did he arrive, making small greeting to the others before he once again set his eyes upon Minthara. Cautiously he approached, yet true was his intent and sincere was the concern that bled into his voice. His accent strange and foreign, the Common he spoke not as refined as one might expect. Yet passable nonetheless.

❝ Minthara, was it? I don't know if you recall but we had a bit of a scrap earlier. Supposed it would be best to try and get you sorted out and not kill you outright. I assumed you wouldn't mind, so I took the liberty of escorting you to the closest people I believed could help. How're you holding up? ❞

[belovedcorvidarchive2024]

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Being summoned individually by Doffy was not necessarily unusual, given their connection, but it still filled him with a very old sort of well-worn dread whenever his name was called. His brother's behaviour was unpredictable on a good day. And on a bad one...

Yet here he was, standing before Doflamingo and watching him carefully with tired, questioning rust-coloured eyes. After a moment or two without an answer, he pulled a notepad from his shirt pocket.

『 ARE YOU OK ? 』

[crownshattered]

@fiendrites~

This man perplexed her. A lot of his strange features could be nothing, such as his pale skin and red eyes, but she could see that his teeth were a bit sharper than those of a normal high elf... And, of course, the scars on his neck. If it were any other situation, she would be certain he was a vampire. But Faenethra met him in broad daylight. That was extremely strong evidence against any vampirism.

Well, the worst thing he has done to her so far was attempt to hold a knife to her throat. If he was a vampire, he wasn't trying to hurt anyone. Faenethra figured that was enough for her to trust him, at least somewhat. It was more than what most people would give a drow like her.

"What do you make of this grove?" Faenethra asked him, glancing at the man from beneath her dark hood. She wasn't usually one for conversation, but it seemed like she would be stuck with these people for a while... She figured she might as well talk to them.

[bothfeetinthegrave]

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"None of the rest of them can see me,"

Though outwardly grim and annoyed, the spirit's explanation was at a deeper level bitterly sad. One pale, dead eye peered out at the stranger from where he sat under the row of benches at the subway terminal, folded in on himself, arms wrapped around folded legs to be as small as possible. The other eye, most of the right side of his head, were completely hidden under layers of gauze and medical tape. Around him, the terminal ran as normal - whether this was because he was right about their inability to see him or because they were simply busy was unclear.

Everyone in these kinds of places always moved so fast, always somewhere to be. That was part of why it was weird to hear footsteps slow down and eventually pause in front of his hiding place - even if it came with the uncomfortable, prickly sensation of being seen that made him feel like wanting to crawl out of his skin.

"So if you stare at me it's just gonna make you look weird. "

[phoenixbxrn]

Plotted starter with @chillin-at-partys-bar

Marco had never openly thanked Shanks for swiftly taking over some of Whitebeard's territory after Marineford. In truth, part of him had despised the very thought of it considering the two crews had technically been enemies. Still, another part knew the red-haired pirate had done it to ensure the safety of the smaller islands from pirates like Blackbeard who would bleed them dry. At least some of his father's territory would remain in good hands. And he protected Spinx vehemently from anyone with ill intentions who dared to stray too close. Even the Marines avoided it with him around.

However, when word reached him that several pirates had banded together to challenge Shanks' territory he left the island. Not only was Shanks guarding what once belonged to his father but Marco also felt he owed Shanks for all he'd done at Marineford and the memorial on Spinx. What he hadn't expected was how challenging the battle had been. The enemies had tried to win the battle with overwhelming numbers but their skill was unmatched compared to the Red Hair pirates.

He quickly realized he had not truly been needed for this fight but decided to stay anyway. His abilities would help speed up the process of healing for the crew once they finished. Marco was prepared to sit back, taking to the skies, and let them have their fun when a sudden wave of Haoshoku haki rolled across the battlefield.

"Damn," the phoenix cursed as he instantly noticed the bloom of red on Shank's torso. He dove down toward the red-haired pirate, a streak of bright blue, wondering how someone had gotten the jump on him. He was prepared to end the fight once and for all but something told him it wouldn't be necessary. One blast of Haoshoku Haki from Shanks and it'd all be over. Landing beside him, fiery wings disappeared, leaving only a few licks of blue flames on his shoulders. His eyes widened slightly at the severity of the wound.

"Hurry up and end this. That's not a wound you can walk off," he growled.

[mayhemmaybe]

@hodgepodgebitches

Maggie had spent the morning steeling herself. It wasn’t that she was afraid, per se, but she did feel rather silly about the whole thing. The more she thought it over the more she knew she had to go over and ask. Pride be damned.

“Just had to pop over and thank you for the plant. I’ve named her Doris, I hope that’s alright and she looks so lovely in the shop, only...I don’t really know how to care for her, you see. So I was hoping you could give me some pointers. I mean,” her hands became more animated now that she was into the conversation proper, “I figure sun and water are a given, but how much? And I’m afraid the rest is all a bit of a mystery to me.”

[curamorte]

“I can count I swear.”

｡° ᅳ 【 @soulmissed 】

❝ That's alright, ❞ she nods, picking up the change again and sorting it back out onto the table between them to start over. Her eyes hold nothing but patience and their own form of concentration. ❝ Want to try again or take a little break?.. ❞

[wagenstung]

｡° ᅳ @sunoflegend ♡'d

Normally Charlie wasn't so eager to wrap up work and head home, but today had gone on a lot later than she'd meant to let it, and she felt desperate to get out of her sweat and oil stained uniform already. Wrap and clean up hardly took any time at all, the rest of her closing procedures taking longer than anything. By the time she'd gotten her things together and pulled the shutters down on her establishment, there hadn't been any sunlight left.

For a minute, Charlie just stands in the emptiness of her parking lot, staring out at the coast beyond it. The low buzz from the dying lot lights added to the atmosphere of the crashing waves just a few yards down. Although there hadn't been any sun left, it hardly took the magic of the view away. Keys fished out of her pocket, she only manages to take a handful of steps towards her bike before a different sound caught her attention entirely.

She whips her head around, scanning the dark trees behind her garage for movement, hearing more twig snapping. A few moments later and there was the unmistakable sound of crashing trees, only loud enough to reach her in the middle of her empty lot. There's a moment of deliberation before anything- What if it was a wild animal? Was it an earthquake? Was she just hearing things? -before she's jammed her keys back into her pocket and started towards the woods.

The darkness has her wide-eyed to make anything out ( cursing herself for not just stopping for a flashlight ), hands groping at low branches and blocking any from clawing at her face and hair. It wasn't until she saw something glinting in the distance that she picked up her pace, brows furrowing as she tried to make out what was ahead.

When she finally comes to a clearing ( clearly made by whatever was sitting in it ) that Charlie realizes what had made all that noise. or rather.. Who.

She stands staring doe-eyed, one hand holding the trunk of a still standing tree next to her and the other raised just halfway at her middle ( like she was trying to show she wasn't armed, wasn't any harm ). Not a sound leaves her mouth, though.

[theodore-stott]

Feeling Bold || Theo & Fayeth

Theo had spotted her the moment he'd walked into the lounge, and of course how could he not--she was completely naked. Even if he was feeling like himself he'd be having trouble not staring, but with a strange sense of confidence settling into him, he was watching her shamelessly. Saying she was beautiful was an understatement, and it was only another minute before Theo found himself walking towards her.

"Hi, wow, you're like, really really beautiful," he said with a little grin, eyes scanning boldly over her with only the faintest hint of the usual flush in his cheeks. "I'm Theo, and I would very much like to take you back to my suite with me." he says, extending a hand with his offer.

@fayeth-araven

[tildahatami]

WHEN: March 2023, mid-afternoon WHERE: The Grape Escape @draslihanxfahri-bailey

Everything is fine, Tilda signed to her daughter for the eightieth time this afternoon. With each second and beep of her phone with an incoming message, she remembered less and less what it was like to be thirteen and prone to hysterics. A grin hit her lips and faded fast at Layla indignant expression. She cleared her expression and looked sympathetic -- until she stumbled over someone's legs from where they sat on the ground. Sorry, she told Layla, nearly smacking her chest in her haste. To her daughter, she signed an abrupt goodbye and closed her phone. "Umm. Do I want to know?"

Right then, a person barreled into her side with a squeal. Tilda caught them both before they collapsed into the woman. An automatic rebuke hit her lips: "Stop running." They spluttered, eyes darting from one woman to the other. "What's the matter?" She recognized one of them: an employee here who was more skittish than not. The woman she didn't recognize, squinting at her with evident confusion. Nor did she recognize the people filtering in, drawn to the scene like moths to flames.