#go folllow

[funeraleee]

[camels-pen]

can't sleep so have vampire Usopp drabble with sanuso~

Just imagine Usopp showing up after exploring some island on his own, bloodied, limping, leaving streaks of blood all over the place

Sanji left on ship watching duty, is cooking in the kitchen, idly checking with Haki every once in a while to make sure no one unfamiliar shows up

He notices Usopp coming but is right in the middle of something- making food for lunch when everyone returns, but also hashing out food supplies he'll need to buy once it's his turn to leave the ship

So when Usopp shows up, Sanji's distracted, maybe looking at his list, and maybe there's something like this:

"San...ji." There was some odd dragging sound. "Blood."

"Blood?" Sanji looked up from his list and nearly jumped out of his skin. "What the hell happened?!" He jumped the railing to land in front of Usopp, hands uselessly fluttering about his bloodied and broken body. He had to be standing just through pure willpower alone.

"Hun...gry."

Food. Right, yes, Sanji could do food. He could take Usopp up to the infirmary and bring him a plate.

Sanji settled on putting his hands on Usopp's shoulders. His skin was freezing through his shirt. "I've already made heaps for lunch, but I need to patch you up first. Just tell me what you want and I'll bring it to the infirmary."

"Wa...nt."

"Yeah,"-Sanji nodded, starting to get more concerned with the slow responses-"anything you want, Usopp."

"Any... thing?"

"Anything."

With a strength and speed Sanji wasn't expecting, Usopp slammed both of Sanji's wrists against the wall.

"Blood."

Before Sanji could say anything, before he could even take another breath, Usopp surged down to his neck and bit him.

Sanji was about ready to kick him away, regardless of Usopp's current state, and fuming about being caught up in some stupid prank, when he felt the first suck.

"H-Hey Usopp, are you..." serious? Conscious? Under some weird devil fruit power? Sanji didnt know what to ask first.

He never got the chance to figure it out either, as a wave of pure, toe-curling pleasure washed through him. In his surprise, he didn't have time to tone down the full blown moan that slipped his lips.

Usopp continued sucking, though his grip on Sanji's wrists had slackened. His own pleased groans were loud as he drank, the noises right next to Sanji's ear and making it burn with a growing heat.

Whatever this was, Sanji needed to stop it. As a man who needed to defend his love of women, and only women, he couldn't get worked up just by some stupid-

Hun... gry. Usopp had said. Blood.

That- there's no way. Sanji was far past not believing in legends and myths, and his old man was never one to pull his leg on that kind of stuff.

But even Sanji had thought, or maybe hoped, that vampires weren't real.

And for it to be Usopp- Usopp of all people. Sanji knocked his head back against the wall, tears falling freely as his lip wobbled.

"Fuck, fuck!"

The sucking stopped.

Usopp pulled away just enough to look up at Sanji. The way his head was angled, Sanji could see horrific looking bite marks all along his neck, shoulders, under his jaw, down his collar, and disappearing under his shirt.

He had to pause a moment, imagining Usopp having stumbled into a coven's territory. Alone. Probably looking for cool bugs or something else inconsequential, unknowing that he would die within moments.

Sanji hoped it was quick, at least. He hoped this coven wasn't like the one in his books; the ones who would draw it out for as long as possible. Usopp had been gone only a few hours and he must've hobbled to the ship on his own, which could've taken a while, and-

And Usopp was still staring at him, silent, eyes blank, and lips stained red with blood. Sanji's blood.

It hadn't been long since breakfast, but being killed and having all of the blood sucked out of him would probably work up a big appetite.

And, well, Sanji would never let a crewmate go hungry.

So, he put one hand to the back of Usopp's hair- his hair, not his hat, free of it's usual ponytail and covered in leaves and dirt and blood- and guided him back to his neck. Usopp made a questioning noise.

Sanji closed his eyes, let a shaky smile show on his face. He brought his other hand up to press Usopp closer.

"I did say anything, didn't I?"

Usopp didn't respond. After a moment, Sanji felt him lick at the bite marks he left behind- pinpricks compared to the wounds littering his own dark skin- and then, carefully, fit his mouth into those same marks. Once again, he began to drink, this time at a much slower pace.

Regardless of the speed or the gentleness, Sanji still had to fight not to give away how much he was truly enjoying this.

(and then the crew shows up lmao)

[flamccinno18]

Home has established the Filter! The walls, the walls! [ Please read, Boundary post]

Hello! Please do read!!! As of Minors being in my profile... You guys can lurk only in the SFW contents of the AU. Never dive in in the suggestive stuff or the PFxxx stuff.

[tarhaorvokki]

You know, how Yle has educational programme called "Suomen kielen alkeet", which teaches foreigners basics of Finnish by presenters speaking about everyday stuff. Yeah about that...

[saturnisfallingdown]

i have no idea how to use krita ibispaint come pick me up im scared

[ID: A digital sketch of op, a small cartoon person with chin length hair and a collared shirt smiling wide while sitting in front of a small drawing tablet, a keyboard, and a mouse. An arrow points to the tablet, saying "tiny". The artist radiates a halo of shapes and lines at varying line widths. Handwritten text to the right reads "Holy Shit / This Huion H420 means for the first time: I have pen pressure!!!" lighter, smaller text below reads "+ I moved to Krita!!" End ID]

[pnwdirtyfae]

I am celebrating another trip around the sun. My wish/want is to touch the shore of all the continents. See all the sights! Follow me! See where I go.

[gregmarriage]

will always have to begrudgingly remember (and hate the fact) that one must find joy in the small things in life, and live in the present

[grace-pricilla-taylor]

❛  remember me once in a while — please promise me you'll try.  ❜ ( Sean // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

TW: Death, grief, blood, alcohol, food.

The sound of slow hoofbeats caught the ear of Grace. While it would have been a relief any other time, this felt different. Dread settled on her heart with no hint of an explanation. She noticed others had gotten the same feeling and began to wander out of their tents and stray from their tasks. There could only be one thing that made them all feel the same thing; death.

Who, she wondered, had been on the receiving end of a bullet or blade? What voice would she no longer hear early in the mornings and what sets of clothing would she never wash blood from again?

Still, the camp remained silent as Bill and Micah came into view. She couldn't remember a time the camp had been so quiet. Even in the middle of the night, there was quiet talking or music from Javiers guitar but this...this was excessively silent.

The body laid over the hind end of Bills horse, she could see how the arms and legs hung limp, and Bills sullen face. She had started to consider that the body wasnt dead but in dire need of medical assistance but the look on Bills face alone told her otherwise.

The body that once bound a dearly beloved man to this earth came into view. Graces world fell silent, deafened by her own heartbeat rapidly pounding in her ears. This couldn't be. It was always a risk when living this life but this? No.

Ginger hair that matched hers covered in blood, green eyes dull, lifeless, and a tongue that had spoken with her mothers accent would never sound.

Sean, her best friend, and her brother was dead.

She registered the feeling of a hand on her shoulder but she could not turn to see who it was or take in the comfort it offered. She watched on in horror as he was moved. Her stomach turned in knots, threatening to spill the deer meat she'd eaten only an hour ago.

Then all hell broke loose. People asking a million questions, snapping to anger and thoughts of revenge, or breaking down in loud sobs around her. She caught wind of a few details but could not retain them or focus.

All she could do was stare at Sean.

____

Hours, countless drinks to numb the pain, and a few short conversations passed. The energy in the camp was long gone, dead and buried with Sean just outside of camp with a wooden cross marking its presence.

The camp remained silent, most simmering in a blinding rage, others drowning in their tears alone in tents or bedrolls.

Sitting on the dock of the lake soothed a drunk Grace very little. There was emptiness and silence beside her where usually Sean would have sat and talked her ear off. She found that she missed his rambunctious personality already.

"Remember me once in a while — please promise me you'll try."

She heard his voice as though he was sitting beside her, clear as day. He was there, he had to be, even if it wasnt physically. Or was her drunken mind coping with the fact that she'd never see him, hear him, or feel his rough hands again?

Graces jaw clenched as the weight of her grief settled in her chest. The first tears slipped out despite how hard she squeezed her eyes shut to keep them away. The lump in her throat grew and she felt like she couldn't breathe past it. Grace could swear she felt Seans hand rest atop the one she had gripping the edge of the dock. It was a desperate attempt to keep herself in check but it did not help. How could it when grief was all consuming and never-ending? The person she wanted was not here with her, no matter what she felt or heard. Regardless, she choked out a whisper of an answer to the disembodied voice. "I promise."

@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins

[baldyeosang]

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[dreamssssx]

Spam❤️

[sugar--pain]

Kinda tempted to go back to identifying as aromantic but from the perspective of "I have chosen to love everyone that I have dated. I can choose to stop." but I don't know how well that would go over.

[risesthemoons]

guess who's into batwheels, me

[brookheimer]

from the succession podcast it sounds like kieran thinks roman has successfully pushed down the voicemail/possible guilt about logan’s death and is genuinely like .. not thinking about it, which i find really surprising honestly. is that really not going to come back? trying to figure out whether this is a “pre-grieved” situation (read: obviously a failing attempt at repression) which was my original take, of course, but the fact that kieran says, like, “i’ve actually thought about that” makes me think it’s not something that will come up in future episodes — if repressed guilt/fear/self-loathing ab possibly causing logan’s death is part of roman’s ‘arc’ this season, why would kieran say like ‘oh i’ve actually thought about this!’ like, that kinda makes it sound like it never comes up again, so kieran’s come up with his own take. but i mean… we’re supposed to think roman “yeah i pre-grieved” [one episode later] “i’m dead. i’m gone. it’s over for me” roy successfully pushed down the fact that his last ‘interaction’ with his dad was calling him a cunt over voicemail (his first time standing up to him Ever) which logan may or may not have heard before his death — and may or may not have CAUSED that death (we know the phone was found in the toilet, after all)??? successfully pushed it down my ass

[oldmanyaoi-jpeg]

missed a single stitch in a stitch cluster in the last row of this lamp over 200 stitches ago

[nightly-ruse]

Lilac, Steel and Sapphire

Needed this critter genuinely thanks

[soobinies]

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