#fic: black sea

[mizartz]

a deep sea danny for mermay~

i got inspired by @meowmeowmeowmeow4x's lovely fic, Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun! I don't think my depiction of danny is completely accurate to the story, but i looooved the description of his transparent skin with visible bones and organs and wanted to give it a shot!

[fruityumbrella]

one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.

keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.

"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right now—"

"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.

"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I was—"

"No, you—"

"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.

"You said six seas," Sanji states.

Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.

"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."

And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.

"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."

Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.

Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.

"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.

Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"

Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.

"And?"

Zoro holds up his index finger.

"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."

He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.

"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"

Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.

"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.

"Well yeah, but that's different. You're—" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.

"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.

[screamsofanoutlawbrain]

"But all we know,, is that they never found his body.."

I hc that Candy Diver is Lord Oyster.

Something about your undying love for someone ACTUALLY being undying and still persisting long after your old life is only faint glimmering memories, mwa, just chefs kiss.

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

taking transfem stevie at a metal concert into my own hands yall gotta see the potential

also on ao3 here

This isn't Eddie's first rodeo. When he sees the pretty girl standing at the side of the concert, looking out of place in her baby pink sweater and light-wash jeans, he wonders what the hell a girl like this is doing at a metal concert, clutching a bottle of coke and watching the crowd like a hawk. And more importantly, as a red-blooded American male, he wonders what he can do to make her look at him that intensely. 

So he sidles up to her, gives his best winning smile that shows off his dimples, and introduces himself. 

“Hey,” he says. “Hope you don't mind the cliché, but I gotta ask: what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The girl gives him a sideways look. She's got pretty eyes, droopy and a lovely warm brown, and her face seems to go through a wild array of emotions before settling on something lightly amused, huffing out a laugh. 

“Babysitting,” she says. She's got a nice voice too, a little husky but musical. Eddie’d love to hear her sing. “Some kids I used to watch in middle school wanted to come, but their parents wouldn't let them unless I came to make sure they stay out of- what's that thing called where everyone makes a big circle and beats the shit out of each other? The mash pit?”

She says it with an adorable tilt to her head, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing a little as she does, and Eddie swears he falls in love right then. Mash pit. That's hilarious. 

“The mosh pit, yeah, good call. Not the best place for little kiddies.”

The girl snorts. “Not that little. They're seniors in high school, I’m only like five years older than them. Doesn't stop them calling me mom though, little shits.”

Eddie laughs. He likes this girl. “Well, I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out his hand. The girl gives it a slightly bemused look, and shakes it. “Can I get momma bear a drink? Another coke?”

She looks at him for a second, assessing him somehow, then shrugs. “Sure, as long as you promise never to call me that again. I’m Stevie.”

“Stevie,” he says, rolling the name over his tongue. It suits her. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Be right back!”

Stevie blushes a pretty pink as he leaves, practically the same shade as her sweater, and as much as Eddie’d like to stay to see what else he can say to put that colour on her face, he's made a promise. 

He makes his way over to the little bar at the back of the concert and orders a coke for her and a beer for him. As he's waiting for the bartender to pass him the drinks, he hears someone call his name. 

“Henderson!” he yells, immediately pulling the kid into a hug and obligatory noogie. “Been too long man, look at you! Almost human sized!”

It's been three years since he'd last seen any of his little sheepies, since he'd put Hawkins in his rear view mirror and gotten the hell out of dodge. He'd missed them. And Dustin had shot up in those years, as tall as Eddie now. If Eddie's not careful he'll start to tear up. 

“Fuck off man,” Dustin says, goofy grin spread wide across his face. “Come on, you gotta say hi to everyone! Mike and Will are here too- Lucas didn't wanna come he'll be so pissed-”

As Dustin says it, the bartender returns, setting down the beer and the coke. Dustin clocks it immediately, little genius that he is. 

“Oh are you with someone?” he gasps dramatically. “Does Eddie the Banished finally have a girlfriend?”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he grabs the drinks. “No, but I was working on that before I was so rudely accosted by a child-” pause for outrage- “but don't worry man, I'll be right over, it's been way too long, gotta see how my babies have been doing navigating the hell that is high school without me! Just lemme drop her drink off, I don't wanna be rude.”

Dustin nods, following behind Eddie as he weaves through the crowd, talking a mile a minute about Hellfire and all the campaigns they've been running the past few years. Eddie half listens, but honestly kind of tunes him out. The crowd is thick and loud, he's trying not to spill the drinks, and honestly, while he loves the kid, Dustin kind of sucks at re-telling stories. He'll get the rundown from Will later. 

All this means he doesn't notice when Dustin falls silent, just as they reach Stevie. Her eyes are wide as she sees them, blankly taking the coke from Eddie and staring at Dustin with a weirdly panicked look on her face. 

“Sorry, baby, really wanted to get to know you better but I ran into-”

“The girl you were flirting with is Stevie????” Dustin shrieks, and god, Eddie’d forgotten how loud he could get. 

He looks back and forth between the two of them. “You two know each other?”

Stevie sighs, looking up to the sky as if begging god to strike her down. “Yeah, this is one of the kids I’m babysitting.”

Something niggles at the back of Eddie's mind, even as Dustin and Stevie get into a heated back-and-forth about the use of the term ‘babysitting’ which ends up in Stevie getting Dustin in a loving sisterly headlock. Something about how Stevie said she’d babysat the kids since middle school, about how she kind of looks familiar if he tilts his head just right, about how when Eddie first met these kids they'd never shut up about-

“So yeah, sorry about this, and thanks for the coke,” Stevie says, avoiding eye contact even as she maintains her grip on Dustin. He seems to have given up fighting now and has resigned himself to his position tucked up against her side. Eddie's never been more jealous in his life. “Uh, last I saw Mike and Will were over by the stage, if you wanna catch up with-”

“Wait, Harrington?” The cogs in Eddie's brain have finally stopped turning, and arrived at the inevitable conclusion. Because yeah, looking at her again, this girl is definitely Harrington. Same hair, if a little longer, same golden skin spattered with moles, same bedroom eyes. The only major difference is the boobs (and the hips and the thighs and the lip gloss and good god, those boobs- Eddie's gotta stop that train of thought. Dustin’s right there).

Eddie's still pretty sure the reason he failed his second senior year was because of Harrington. He'd just figured out he was bisexual, and as a man with working eyes he'd immediately developed an unhealthy infatuation with the prettiest boy in school. They had like every other class together, and Eddie had not absorbed a single word any of their teachers had said during them. 

At his words, Stevie's face shuts down. She drops Dustin, who immediately places himself between her and Eddie, eyes flitting back and forth between them as he shuffles uncomfortably. 

“Uh, yeah. Well, it's Henderson now, my parents didn't exactly love-” she waves a hand vaguely up and down her body- “this. But Mrs. Henderson took me in, so…”

She's tense, and so is Dustin, and it breaks Eddie’s heart a little bit. He knows it never really came up during Hellfire, although he'd tried his best to let them, Will especially, know that everyone was welcome there, no matter what flavour of freak they were. But Stevie doesn't know that, and Dustin doesn't know it for sure, so he does his best to look non-threatening. 

“That's cool. Not the parents kicking you out thing- that sucks obviously- but I bet Dustin’s psyched you're officially his sister. Kid never shut up about you during school.”

And watching Stevie relax at that, the little smile that paints her lips, it's intoxicating. She's so beautiful when she smiles. Eddie never wants her to stop. 

“Thanks,” she says, quiet. If Eddie wasn't paying probably the most attention he's ever paid in his life to this woman, he might not have caught it over the sound of the music and the crowd. “And hey, I’m sorry about how I was during school, if I ever-”

Eddie waves her off. “Honestly you weren't that bad. It was mostly your friends. And I mean, benefit of hindsight, I can see why you wouldn't wanna speak up, draw attention to yourself.”

“Still,” she says with a little shrug. “Not cool.”

Eddie grins. “And heaven forbid the queen of Hawkins High do anything uncool.”

Stevie laughs, a beautiful bubbling sound that seems to surprise her as much as it does him. “Yeah, I guess.”

And the night goes on. Stevie waves over Mike and Will and they spend the rest of the concert barely listening to the music, just reminiscing and catching up. Eddie insists on buying all of Stevie's cokes and she insists on buying all of his beers. And at the end of the night, Stevie piles the kids into her beemer, the same one she had all of high school, and turns to look at Eddie. She's got that look in her eyes again, sharp, assessing, and Eddie has to fight off a blush. 

“Here,” she says, pulling a pen out of her purse and pulling Eddie's hand close. She writes a number on it. “Call me sometime. And Henderson I guess, we do live together. So you know, don't open up with anything too weird, he could answer.”

“No accidentally flirting with your little brother, got it,” Eddie replies with a giggle. He's so happy he feels high. This is embarrassing, he's pathetic. 

“Good,” she laughs. Gives his hand a little squeeze before she pulls back and gets into her car. 

He watches her go with a little wave, and makes sure she's definitely gone before he does a dumb little jump and punches the air. He looks down at the number on the back of his hand. There's a little heart next to it. He's never washing his hand again. 

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Mahasamut: *while choking out Raks gigolo sperm donor with a smirk on his face* : "You're the one that took off my collar. Are you prepared to face me?"

Me:

[shininglikeyoursmile]

New Year Plans🎆🎊💫

Pairing : Ari Levinson x female reader

Summary: You ask about Ari's plans for this year and .....

Word count: around 500

Warning: 18+ only. Fluff!🥺 Soft Ari🥹 . Feelings🥰. Hint at sexy times😏 but no actual Smut. 🫣Please let me know if I need to add any. No actual description of the reader. ❤️

No use of y/n. No body description of reader.

A/n : It's New year and we all deserve Ari so I thought why not?!?!? 🫠🫠🫠

Written on my phone. All mistakes are mine. No betad.

COMMENTS, REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED!!!! 🥰☺️🥰😍🤩 PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK 😍😍😍🌹🌹🌹

And a very happy new year! 🎆🎊🎆🎊

"What's your plan for the year?" You ask, the question comes out of nowhere,or maybe because it's New year.

You are laying against Ari's chest, his constant warmth ,a reassuring feeling that he got you. Ari blinks and continues to play with your hair. His slow caresses on your face feeding all the times you felt touch starved. He places a kiss on your forehead and pulls up the blanket, the night turning colder.

"Making you appreciate yourself and make you see the way you shine when you do things you love " he states with a smile.

"Ari , I asked about you" you chuckle a little.

"There's no me without you "Ari returns with a smile and cups your cheek, "and now , miss little who knows it all, you are trying to dodge what I said" Ari picks up. You fumble a little and look around, a habit of nervousness.

Ari takes your chin and makes you face him,"I plan to be happy with you, do things which makes you happy", he smiles and you can see the love in his soft gaze ," Support you when you do things that make you happy. I want us to grow together, everyday. Not this year but daily and til my last breath " he finishes and you can see in his eyes, there is so much left unsaid.

You move your body so you lay on the mattress sideways. Ari tilts his body and lays on his side. He traces his finger along your cheek "I want to be the one for you and I will" he says in a raspy tone, you can almost taste the taste on the tip of your tongue. "I want to be the one you run up to, in happiness or sadness. In health or sickness. In everything, I want my arms to be my home just like you are mine" He whispers and leans down to kiss your lips softly. The taste of his words melts on your tongue and you feel drunk on it , an euphoric bliss. Your eyes shut instinctively to feel the kiss Deeper.

He places a soft kiss on each of your closed eyelids ," I want to be the first one your beautiful eyes witness" he confesses and the warm breath tickles your skin . His hand moves along the nape of your neck and your breath hitches when he softly runs the tender spot,"I want to be the one to draw out all those erotic gasps and moans out of your pretty lips" he promises and you open your slowly to meet his and the intensity of it has you spellbound. He places his hand on your waist and pulls you closer to his naked body "I want you next to me every time possible" he smiles, "I plan to ravish you, my love. Not only this year but every single day of my life."

[punkeropercyjackson]

Logically Katara would be a daughter of Poseidon in an Atla Pjo au not just because she's a waterbender but Percy Jackson's Avatarverse variant but also.Another logical part of this implies that as the other last surviving southern waterbender,her Poseidon wouldn't be Hakoda but Kya

[too-much-alphabet-soup]

This song is all of the Strawhats individually and together.

They is my family, they is my family

They might be crazy but they is my family

You can't get to them unless you get through me

You fuck with them, you fuck with me

[scribble-dribble-writes]

'Loveless' power couples 😌😩

I love them so much 😭😭😭

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

I was reading Sea of Monsters (again) when I got to the part where the guinea pigs were turned back into men when suddenly I had an original thought!

There were lots of guinea pig pirates, you know.

And uh... Toby Stephens was a pirate, the great and dearly beloved Captain Flint.

So what I'm throwing around is... AU where Captain Flint got cursed to be a guinea pig with his crew or something like that?? Would be hilarious as a crack fic!

Furthermore:

Percy: Dad??? Captain Flint: I beg your pardon? Percy: ... Percy: ... oh wait nevermind-

[dazzlingqwq]

bfb fic idea. give the armless contestants arms. not in like a gijinka way. give the objects arms.

i wanna watch them flail around with no idea on hoe to control it since they've never had arms!!! EVER!!!!

arm-ed person and armless conversation

"You know you can use your arms, right..?"

"I just can't get them to move.. Is it always like this?"

"NO?"

[jqmalikhsgib]

corbstyles

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ynstyles my first born baby <3

harrystyles you look like me more and more!

annetwist love you, baby boy

gemmastyles you look so young in the first photo!

zayn first god-son! love ya kid

harrynews he’s so adorbs!!!!

yniseverything he looks so much like h. that’s so crazy! yn genes really said, nope!

ynstyles @yniseverything facts!

yniseverything @ynstyles ahhhh

ynstyles

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ynstyles pretty bitch

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harrystyles the prettiest woman on the planet. my wife

yniseverything she’s so beautiful!

longhairharold we need more of yn!

ynrry absolutely!

tmz we love yn!

cardib ;)

harrystyles

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harrystyles ☀️🍒☀️

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harrynews ahhhhhh!!

ynrry they’re so fucking hot i cannot stand it!

ynrrymyparents they’re goals!

ynstyles hottest couple i know!

corbstyles my momma and papa

[khruschevshoe]

Lucius Spriggs and Izzy Hands

Don't forgive me when I fail

'Cause everything I touch just turns to pain

I don't struggle either way

Suppose some things never change

All I know

You can call me the devil in disguise

I don't care, call me anything you like

I can see my redemption in your eyes

From my fool's paradise

-The Wandering Hearts, Devil

Lucius gently rubs his thumb along Izzy's cheek, as tender as Pete is when he massages oil into Izzy's joints. "I get it," he says, and reaches out his free hand to Pete, who takes it with a smile. "We all have our shit to deal with. We've all been fucked up in one way or another. Some damage will never go away. But when we hurt, we have each other to turn to. That's what a relationship is about. That's what love is about. Sticking through it all. Fighting not each other, but the world."

"Great speech, babe," Pete says, and Lucius flashes him the brightest, fondest of smiles.

Izzy breathes in the possibilities that are rising in this room, this faith that does not demand but asks, this relationship that throws love about like it is a gift and not a punishment.

Then Izzy leans in and presses a soft kiss to his sea god's mouth, giving Lucius Spriggs his offering.

And the sea god offers him a kiss of his own in return, tribute for tribute, faith for faith.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, the sky above us shoots to kill (hold on hope)

Saint Izzy and the sea god. I don't think I've ever had such visceral shrimp emotions to a metaphor before but there we have it- the way that the devotion, faith, and love Izzy has for Lucius mirrors and refracts the faith he once had in Blackbeard is going to be imprinted on my brain as THE way to execute an intimacy arc for a very long time. I've already screamed about it multiple times to my apartment. I am still not over the ending lines of this fic and I'm pretty sure I never will be. Simple as that.

@polikate @possumsmushroom @yuenity @angxlwiings @bricksbloggyplace

[where-is-vivian]

[my fic in a nutshell pt.3]

Regulus, reading the latest book he read out loud to James: One would have thought that Captain Nemo was courting a death worthy of himself, a death by lightning. As the Nautilus, pitching dreadfully, raised its steel spur in the air—

James, sat next to him, listening to his voice, feeling his eyelids close:

Regulus:—it seemed to act as a conductor, and I saw long sparks burst from it. Crushed and without strength, I crawled to—

James, snoring softly, smiling in his sleep:

Regulus, looking at him fondly:

[beanghostprincess]

i say i love sanji a normal amount because i consider "wanting to bang my head against the concrete floor until my skull breaks open while i scream and cry into the bottomless pit of despair that is my heart right now" is exactly how everyone should love him. that's the normal amount. if you don't want to throw up and curl up on the floor crying and shaking just by thinking about sanji, are you really a sanji fan? i don't think so.

[nixnight1]

Dear brother of mine,  this letter will never find you, it will just be with the hundreds if not thousands of letters I wrote just to feel something about your disappearance. I am walking the path of my death and soon to be reborn. The resentment I hold towards you will die the same day I will die and you will disappear when I finally become myself. The day that is my last day, this letters will cease to exist.  With nothing,  R.A.B

Black Brothers Angst on the first chapter of

Souls of the Sea (a pirate's tale)