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mugeesworld · 1 year

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Franky with a chubby partner head cannons!

Franky doesn't get posted about enough! I love Franky! And I think he would absolutely love a plus size partner so here we go! I didn't talk about y/n being chubby as much in this as I did in the luffy one. (That being said it still talks about it but i talked about it a bunch more in luffys) And the reason is I think Franky could care less and would see you as "normal" just like everyone else. I hope that makes sense. If you read both it might help??... Maybe

I randomly come back here and add any idea that pops in my head and that is fairly often. So this gets updated almost everyday!

NSFW / female y/n in mind

(Pegging is mentioned. If you don't like that skip over the part that starts with * and when you see it again it ends.)

Luffys part is on my page!

Franky grew up around kiwi and mozu so he definitely knows how to treat a lady. He sees them as little sisters and as the older brother he knows all about girl stuff.

He knows that beauty isn't just being skinny and that it comes in all shapes and sizes. And the two that raised him we're also plus sized. (Shout out to my girl kokoro. A plus size queen!)

Kiwi and Mozu definitely lectures him about stuff. Not only that but it hurt Franky to see the two of them struggle with their own insecurities and he was always there to tell them they were beautiful like a older brother does!

So Franky has never been the type the judge people based of weight. I personally think he would like a more plush partner. I can feel it in my nuggets.

He never sees size as a problem since he is tall and huge himself. Plus since he is so large I think he would like a little more to grab.

Let me explain.

Have you ever had a pillow or a stuffed animal that was really small and sorta awkward to sleep on or hold. But you have that favorite big pillow/plush that you could lay on and snuggle for day's. It's just more satisfying for him I think.

That being said franky wouldn’t only find you hot he would find you adorable. He would see you as both a goddess and a teddy bear that he wants to hug and never let go.

And not in a way that’s like one of those weird “compliments” that’s like “I bet you give the best hugs! You’re like a marshmallow I want to hug you” yeah no. He doesn’t want to in that way. At least not how that comment was interrupted

He would want to hug you and cherish you forever. Like how a kid has that one stuffed animal they’ve had since birth. Can’t imagine loosing it or leaving it behind.

When he first seen you he wanted nothing more then to throw you over his shoulder and take you. (Not in a yandere way)

His mouth would drop open and his face would blush a light tent of pink. Shocked at what’s in front of him. Stuttering over his words. Forgetting how to breath!

Scenario time!!!

Lets say you’re a ship wright that recently got a job at water 7 building ships.

You wipe your forehead as you finish hammering in a nail. “Finally done” putting the hammer down you decide to head to paulie to see what he needs done next.

In the mean time frankys out on his daily stroll around water 7 and decides to go mess with galley law cause way not. He makes his way over to the ship yard seeing paulie and heads towards him.

Just as you arrive next to paulie so does franky. “I’m done with the task you gave me paulie. Now what?”

Franky finally notices the goddess in front of him. “H-Holy smokes! What a pretty lady!”

Paulie lifts his head up from what he was currently working on sighing. “Franky I don’t have time for your crap today and…..y/n…. you really need to change clothes?! You shouldn’t be wearing something like that!”

You look at paulie confused “I’m literally wearing shorts and a tank top…. What the hell am I supposed to wear in this type of weather?"

"I say let the lady wear what she wants! YOW! Especially if it looks that good!"

Franky tilts down his glasses to get a better look. "Frankyyyyyy.... GET OUT!?"

And with that Franky scuries away leaving Paulie frustrated and you confused. Franky made a mental note to come back tomorrow to see you again... ;)

CUT 🎬

Franky loves to just sit back and watch you prance around the ship. The way you look so graceful and elegant. He can't put into words how much he enjoys watching your beautiful figure walk around.

He gets hit with straight serotonin just staring at you. He could do it all day. It makes him happy to know that that beautiful lady is his.

He would call you doll face or maybe even princess. But he always changes up with the names but he definitely has a few favorites.

He likes to catch you off guard when you're looking at something and come up behind you. Pulling you into his chest. Grabbing your waist and lifting your chin up to look at him. Sometimes to ask for a kiss or even just to tell you lunch is ready.

Or sometimes just to simply check in on what you're doing. And just stand there and watch curiously.

His love language is touch and acts of service. So if you give him a chance to do either of thoses he's on it!

Oh you're tired of walking? Hop on his shoulders for a ride. Your back hurts? He will massage you. If he hears you complain about anything even something like not being able to open a jar. He is on his way to his work shop to make a gadget just to help you.

He would love to just carry you around everywhere. Like how a queen/king is hoisted up on a chair and carried around. That's you the queen and Franky as the chair. He let you sit how ever you want. But I think his favorite way would be for your legs wrapped around his head on his shoulders. Or you sitting on one side of his head on his shoulder. Probably playing with his hair too.

And don't worry about hurting my guy. He's literal metal. You ain't hurting this man. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN. He offers you a seat on him when ever y'all walk. And if you twist your ankle he is grabbing you and putting you on his shoulder.

Imagine. You and Franky started dating recently. You haven't sat on his lap or shoulder yet and you are scared of hurting him even though he has said it won't hurt him and that you are a feather to him. While walking around a island he starts to notice you limping. He asks whats wrong and you respond saying you're fine you just twisted your ankle and it's sore.

Boom light bulb. He knows you're not gonna like what he's about to do but he decides it for the best even if it gets him punched in the head. He picks you up putting you on his shoulders and keeps walking. You start to protest and ask to be put down scared that you are to heavy but he reassures you you're fine. For the rest of the day you spent the day on his shoulders exploring the island until you could go back to the ship to let chopper check you out.....

Literally about to cry ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ that's so wholesome. I'm literally kicking my feet in the air right now twirling my hair!

He you get tired of him carrying you and decide to walk he will offer you his hand. He loves just touching you in any way. Little stuf like that means the world to him. So wholesome! 😭

He likes having you in his lap. With the size difference it's like he is sealing you away from any bad thing that might try to hurt you. He wants to keep you safe. And the only way to make sure you are 100% safe is when you are in his lap.

He loves when you come in his Workshop to see what he's up too. He could talk to you for hours about what he is working on while you're resting on his lap.

Literally anywhere he likes doing it. He don't care! He will rest his head on top of yours and pull you closer to him wrapping his arms around you.

Or if your legs are wrapped around him and your facing him. He gets so flustered if you pepper is face with kisses. He loves having you hold his face and just smooch his face all over. Especially if you wear lipstick and it leaves marks.

This man is the last person to get embarrassed.

I can picture him holding you in one arm carrying you to y'alls room cause you fell asleep in his workshop while he was working. He didn't realize till he heard soft snores while talking about his latest work.

He would loveeee to cuddle. Having you rest on his chest or having you on top of him is so comforting.

He knows the exact feeling of having you lay on him and if you move he will wake up immediately and ask where you're going. And then wait for you to get back.

That being said his chest is hard cause its metal. He would definitely have a way to change out his chest plate or something so it's soft. Just for you.

When it comes to his favorite parts of you like tits or ass. He genuinely can't decide. He loves all of you. He loves to grab and grope every inch.

Now keep in mind this man is a machine. The options for down there are endless.( He can still feel pleasure tho)

Let me explain. Franky loves to pleasure you. And he is not at all scared of toys. He encourages them tbh. He loves to build new ones knowing he will test them on you later that night.....

Franky would find every little thing that turns you on. Would know every inch of your body and know exactly how to please you. He is a master pupitier when it comes to your body.

He gets pleasure giving you pleasure. Doesn't matter what way.

He would even modify his body for you if you were comfortable with it. Like his tongue... Or.... Ya know 😉

This guy's is open to anything. If you want to try it he's down. Doesn't matter even if he thinks he might not like it. He will try it just cause it turns you on. If he doesn't like it boom he will make a gadget to try and satisfy that kink for you.

Now let's get into some more kinky type stuff.

One word

Pegging (don't like? Don't read it!)

I think he would dig it. He looks like the type of guy that would be comfortable with his lady taking charge. I get no toxic masculinity vibes from him.

Especially if he can't feel pleasure in his front half then definitely. Cause he said only his front was cyborg. (Pre skip)

He would help design a strap that both you and him would enjoy.

If y'all did try it and he enjoyed it he would definitely tell someone whether it's the crew or a stranger. "Aw yeah! It was amazing! 10/10 would recommend!"

Leaving you embarrassed and everyone else confused and grossed out.

Definitely a soft pleasure dom or switch.

Wouldn't admit it but likes being teased. Seeing you tease during sex makes him weak making him stutter.

And if you are the type to take charge and say not to touch you while you are he will listen or try too. He respects you and will listen to your every command.

He lovesss to see you on top riding. The few it's self puts him in a daze. He will let you do your own thin but he also likes grabbing your waist and pulling you down while he moves his hips up. Another reason is cause when y'all are finished you can just collapse right on top of him and cuddle.

If he's in charge tho..... He would not stop till you are a moaning mumbling mess from overstimulation and pleasure. (If you consent to that much)

He loves to hear you moan. Letting him know he's doing a good job. Definitely has a praise kink.

Loves when you play with his hair.

He always checks in with you during to make sure it's not to much or if he's moving to fast for you. Always has a safe word for you.

The only thing I think he wouldn't want to do is the basic gross stuff. (Vomit, number 1 and 2) and stuff that might hurt you. Like genuinely hurt you. Like knifes or hitting you hard hard. Spanking is fine though. He probably like that😼

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creative-type · 3 years

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wake from death (and return to life) ix

AO3 first summary: Zoro had always been told Kuina died falling down a flight of stairs. But she didn’t fall, and she wasn’t dead.

It took Kuina almost five minutes of dangling over the rails of the ship to realize there was no wind. She was punch-drunk and giddy, the weight of uncertainty rolled off of her shoulders now that she had a clear path forward. She was a Revolutionary. She was going to be the greatest swordsman in the world.

Kuina allowed herself those five minutes. With everything she’d gone through in the last week and a half she’d more than earned them, and it had been so long since she’d felt any real excitement for her future. But no swordsman worth their blade would let themselves get lost in childish emotionalism. Kuina steadied herself with a few deep breaths, mentally drawing in the flights of fancy that had momentarily escaped from her imagination—daydreams of facing Dracule Mihawk at the behest of the Revolution, of proving once and for all that she could do what so many thought impossible, of reuniting with her father and Zoro proudly bearing the title Greatest.

It was like trying to wrangle a gaggle of unruly children. The more Kuina struggled to contain herself the more her imagination tried to run free, but she managed to settle back into the state of tranquil serenity that was more befitting of her training. The practical side of her, the part that quietly disapproved of this most recent turn of events, knew that now that she’d painted the broad strokes of her future it was high time to figure out what the hell Aria de Gris was doing now. It was then, and only then, that she noticed that the air was unnaturally still.

The sailors around her were not perturbed even as the Valor’s sails hung limp from their moorings. Kuina could feel that they were moving on the clear, mirror-flat sea. Slowly, but that was better than being dead in the water. Kuina wandered to the ship’s bow, noting that the Valor was sailing almost due south. If the Revolution had followed the same heading since leaving Tolouse, and Kuina had been unconscious for two full days, that meant…

“Don’t worry, we should be out of the Calm Belt by the end of the week.”

Kuina flinched, sword half-drawn before realizing it was only Dara using what had to be the most annoying Devil Fruit ability in the history of the world. Dara laughed as she popped out of the deck, hooking her thumbs in her pockets as Kuina shot her a glare.

But most of Kuina’s irritation was at herself for letting herself be caught by surprise, and she returned her attention back to the water. It was impossible to sail through the Calm Belt without some sort of engine, which the Valor lacked, to say nothing of the danger presented by the innumerable nests of sea kings that buffeted the Grand Line from the Four Blues.

Even as Kuina tried to wrap her mind around it, a dark shadow emerged from the depths directly in front of the ship. A high-pitched, eerie wail, almost like a siren’s song, reverberated through the air and deep into Kuina’s chest.

A monstrous head breached the surface so close to the Valor it sent rippling waves across its hull. Sprays of water jettisoned thirty feet into the air, exposing only part of a stripped, misshapen body before submerging once more. Great flukes, as large as a whale, but covered with algae-like strands of hair, slapped against the surface of the sea and sent sprays of salty water against the deck. Someone in the crow’s nest above whooped out a cry of encouragement.

Thoroughly confused, Kuina looked at Dara, whose grin only widened as she pointed to a tiny speck bobbing to the space recently vacated by the leviathan. “Oh look, there’s Cam. Someone should send a boat after her.”

“As if she’d take it!” a Revolutionary Kuina didn’t recognize shouted from across the deck.

“True,” Dara said contemplatively. Beckoning Kuina to follow, she meandered to the starboard side of the deck and loosened a rope ladder into the sea. “It’s probably faster to just let her swim.”

If Kuina hadn’t been so amazed by the fact Camille hadn’t gotten herself eaten, she would have marveled at the speed with which she cut through the unnaturally-still sea. Kuina considered herself a good enough swimmer, but Camille looked like she’d been born for the water. She moved like she was part fish, each stroke strong and graceful, returning to the Valor in moments. When she climbed back onto the decks she seemed sad to be there, looking back longingly at the water.

“So, how’s Fin?” Dara asked.

“Good, good. I adjusted the harness to fit more comfortably.” Camille arched an eyebrow at her friend while adjusting a leather thong around her neck, from which hung the biggest tooth Kuina had ever seen. “And his name isn’t Fin.”

“Well since you haven’t said what his name is, you’ve left me no choice but to improvise,” Dara retorted. She nudged Kuina in the ribs. “Can you believe she went through the effort of taming a sea king and then didn’t name it? ”

“You tamed a sea king?” Kuina said. “ How? ”

Camille rolled her eyes. “I didn’t tame anything. We’ve just...reached an understanding.” She gave Kuina an appraising look. “I’m surprised the doctor let you out of her grasp so soon.”

“She almost didn’t,” Kuina admitted.

Dara wrapped an arm around Kuina’s neck, ignoring the choked yelp of alarm and Kuina’s efforts to squirm free. “Forget about that! Did you hear, Kuina joined up. She’s officially one of the team!”

“I thought that was a given.” Camille said, utterly disinterested as she wrung the excess water from her shirt.

“When did you hear that?” Kuina said at the same time.

“Pfft, Dara knows pretty much everything on this ship,” Camille said. “You get used to it.”

Kuina frowned. She didn’t like the idea of someone with Dara’s ability nosing her way into business that wasn’t her own. If there was anything she’d learned since sailing with the Revolution, it was that there was very little in the way of privacy while at sea. Ships crowded everyone together, crewmates eating, sleeping, and working in close proximity. While the forced closeness had its advantages, Kuina was used to spending great blocks of time alone. It was something to get used to, and to be wary of.

“Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me,” Dara said, tweaking the end of Kuina’s nose. “You saved me from losing five hundred berries, and to Lizard of all people. I am at your service.”

It took Kuina a moment to remember Dara’s ill-thought wager with Elizabeth, and before she could voice her protest Dara had taken her by the arm to make official introductions to the crew, Camille laughing a half-step behind.

There was John the cooper, and James the blacksmith. Among the deckhands Kuina was introduced to rapid-fire were Kojo, Zhao, Lin, Char, Sean, Jen, and Tiva, and by the end of it she had gotten them so thoroughly confused with one another she had no idea which one was which. Others were working belowdecks, or off-shift and resting.

Elizabeth was still regretfully in charge of cooking duties, while Lyudmila was the ship’s quartermaster and second in command. Kuina was surprised to hear that in addition to taming sea kings in her spare time, Camille was the crew’s navigator.

“And what is it you do?” Kuina asked as Dara dragged her back below decks for the grand tour.

“Get newbs like you up to speed. Now here’s Trini’s room—try not to get stuck in here unless you want to spend the afternoon feeding lettuce to snails.”

Kuina blinked in amazement. The communications room was packed full of terrariums housing snail phones of every size and color. At its center was an enormous machine that looked vaguely like what the marines used to send their faxes, with thin cords attached to half a dozen den den mushi. Behind the machine sat Trini wearing an oversized pair of headphones, deep in concentration.

“She’s scanning the airwaves,” Dara said in an exaggerated whisper, carefully closing the door once more. “Not that there’s much to intercept in the Calm Belt, but you never know with the marines these days.”

“The marines can cross the Calm Belt?” Kuina said. “I can barely believe we’re crossing the Calm Belt!”

“It’s all thanks to Fin. Sea king bulls don’t typically fight with one another unless it’s mating season, so even if he’s pulling along a tasty treat we should be all right. I think his song has something to do with it, too.” She made an exaggerated gesture. “As for the marines, I have no freaking clue, but it must be a pretty new development since Boss doesn’t know about it, and the Valor isn’t sea-king proofed either.”

“That’s right, this was a marine ship,” Kuina murmured, looking up at the planks with fresh eyes. It was funny, without the marine’s distinctive painted hulls, she’d never would have been able to tell the difference.

“Oh, yeah. Came with all the amenities, which is how Trini got her state of the art snail room.”

“So if you guys had a sea king snuck up your sleeve this whole time, why didn’t you use it during the battle?” Kuina asked. “A monster that size would have been useful on Tolouse.”

“Ach, must everything be about fighting with you?” Dara said. “You must never have seen a real sea king, but Fin’s practically a baby, not even half-grown. And it’s surprisingly smart—for all my teasing, Cam was right. The thing has a mind of its own and acknowledges no master. I don’t think we could get him to attack a ship if we wanted to.”

“But he’ll pull a ship through the Calm Belt?” Kuina said.

“It’s better than going the long way around, eh?” Dara said with a shrug. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

At the barracks, Kuina had her choice of seven open bunks. One, which happened to be closest to the door, had a small crate propped on top of the thin mattress. Inside was stuffed with clothes and basic belongings. When Kuina looked askance at Dara the light in her eyes dimmed.

“That’s Danny’s stuff,” Dara said. “The rest who died already have their things stowed for when we get back to base, but as far as any of us know she doesn’t have any family so we’re not really sure what to do with hers. I’d say for you to take the clothes since you don’t have any, but I don’t think they’d fit.”

Kuina drew her fingers over the box, trying to think if she’d said anything about any family in their short time together, but all she remembered her mentioning was an apprenticeship under a cruel master. Kuina’s throat tightened as the memory of Danny screaming hysterically echoed in her mind unbidden.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Dara rubbed her neck uncomfortably. “It happens. I already told Boss when I bite it to sell all my stuff and use the money to have a party. If you all can’t be happy, at least you’ll be drunk.”

“I don’t drink,” Kuina said.

“Then you and Mila can be mopey together,” Dara said with determined cheerfulness. “It won’t matter to me, I’ll be dead. Now, where do you want to be? I’d be careful about that middle one there, it’s next to Lizard, and she snores terribly. ”

Kuina took the hint, and changed the subject, trying not to wonder how many of the bunks available to her had only emptied after the battle of Tolouse.

After the tour came lunch, and with two solid, if not especially tasty, meals under her belt, Kuina was beginning to feel more like herself again. The itch to train was back, and Kuina wanted nothing more to test the limits she’d recently expanded and chase after the high of battle, but much like her time on Belo Betty’s ship she was first subjected to the humiliation of being the newest and lowest-ranking sailor on a large and understaffed warship.

“You’re kind of shit at this, aren’t you?” Camille observed from her perch at the ship’s bow, watching as Kuina ran her mop over the deck for what felt like the hundredth time.

“You could help,” Kuina said.

“And deprive you of the opportunity to learn? Never.” She gave a long, catlike stretch. “By the way, you missed a spot.”

Kuina muttered an oath as she stabbed the mop into the bucket. “It isn’t as if it’s dirty.”

“Water expands and seals the wood, salt protects against rot.” Camille yawned, as if bored by the conversation, and wandered back to their useless rudder. As she passed Kuina, she said, “If you want to live in a drippy, softwooded ship, be my guest. As for me, I’d prefer not to die the first time a Grand Line squall hits.”

She left Kuina with her head bowed and cheeks burning. But the words had their intended effect and Kuina redoubled her efforts, determined from that point on that no one could in good conscience reprimand her sailcraft ever again.

It was nearing dark when de Gris and Lyudmila emerged from the captain’s quarters to call a meeting with the crew. After a long day of labor, Kuina’s muscles ached and she yearned for the sweet respite of bed. And it wasn’t as if the work had been taxing, especially after Clara Cross emerged from the infirmary like an avenging angel to tell off the entire crew, but especially Kuina, for overexerting herself.

There were some things not even Devil Fruit magic couldn’t sweep under the rug, and apparently the exhaustion of a near-death experience was one of them.

“All right everyone, gather round!” de Gris yelled. “Watchmen too! There aren’t any ships out here, and if the sea kings come after us we’re fucked anyway. I want everyone to hear this. Where’s Trini? She can leave the damn snails for ten minutes.”

The crew scrambled to obey the order. Kojo (or maybe Sean) went to gather those who were still belowdecks. Minutes later everyone was assembled in a loose circle around the main mast, with de Gris at the center. She paused a moment to ensure everyone was paying close attention, and under her stern gaze the idle chatter vanished into deathly silence.

Rays of dying light cast against de Gris’s back and framed her face in deep shadow. “I know you all have been wondering lately why the hell we were called to the East Blue so suddenly, and why we’re leaving just as quickly. I’ve heard you lot asking where our next destination was and wonder why I’ve not said where we’re going once we hit the Grand Line. Well, the answer’s simple. Until today, I didn’t know.”

From the folds of her coat, she pulled out an old and crumpled sheet of paper. Kuina squinted her eyes and was just able to make out the blurry picture of a masked figure. The bounty underneath, however, was clear as the sky above. Master-at-Arms Gemini, Wanted Dead or Alive. Bounty: B48,000,000.

Beside her, Dara snorted. “Oh, I bet the marine who thought up that name thought he was very clever.”

It was difficult to tell much from the photograph, but the one detail that was absolutely clear was Gemini’s strange, double-segmented arms, too long for an ordinary human and vaguely insectile. Kuina, who’d never seen anything like it before in her life, wondered what it would be like to fight someone who essentially had two elbows.

She brushed the thought away and turned to Gemini’s face. Their mask, fittingly enough, was divided vertically into halves, one dark and one light. The side that was dark was completely bereft of ornamentation; Kuina couldn’t even make out an eyehole to see out of. The side that was light, however, was painted with a garish grin. A shock of wiry black hair fell past their shoulders, but beyond that it was impossible to discern any identifying features. Baggy clothing and the poor quality of the photograph obscured anything else, even gender, and after spending this much time under de Gris's command, Kuina knew better than to assume.

“Gemini is a prominent figure in the criminal underground,” de Gris continued. “Arms dealing, drug trade, slavery, the whole lot. Removing them from the equation will make the world a safer place.”

“What’s an arms dealer got to do with the Revolution?” someone to Kuina’s right called. “And what have they got to do with the East Blue?” A murmur of agreement rippled through the crew.

“Enough!” de Gris bellowed, silencing them once more. “Tolouse's government were slavers, that much is now clear. They called it political exile to a labor camp, but the end result is the same—the World Government gave the king kickbacks for human chattel, using the Callihan Trading Company as a middleman. And we now now that the CTC was taking orders from Gemini. If Gemini is willing to go through so much effort to set up a scheme in some East Blue backwater, who knows what other fingers they have stuck into various pies around the world.”

“So we’re going after them,” Camille said, crossing her arms across her chest.

“That's right. So far Gemini has been able to stay one step ahead of us, but with the intel gathered on Tolouse we have the upper hand.” De Gris marched to the mast. In one smooth motion she drew a dagger hidden in her boot, and stabbed the bounty deep into the wood.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to Kyuka Island. In the days ahead I’ll be divvying out assignments. Any questions are to be directed toward Lyudmila or myself—out of an abundance of caution, you’re not to discuss your orders with anyone else on this ship. I’ll keelhaul anyone who tries.” At this her gaze went directly to Kuina, who got the impression these instructions were given strictly for her benefit. "Kyuka is marine territory through and through. I pray none of us fall into Government hands, but if we do, it's safest for the Revolution that each individual knows as little as possible about our plans."

After a pause, and hearing no objections, de Gris lit a cigarette for herself. “I’ll pay anyone who finds any intelligence on Gemini that leads to their capture or death the full value of their bounty. I’ll pay double to anyone who brings me their head. This chase has gone on long enough, I want this bastard dead. ” She flicked a bit of ash off the end of her cigarette and added, almost as an afterthought, “Dismissed.”

A gap in the circle opened to let de Gris through. As she passed, she grabbed Kuina by the shoulder. “Come on, greenhorn. It’s time we sort out your position on this ship.”

For the second time that day Kuina was led to the captain’s quarters. De Gris’s desk had been cleared away, the sea charts rolled back into their proper places and ashtrays emptied. Kuina slid back into a chair that smelled like tobacco. “What is it? Does the Revolution have Articles of Enlistment for me to sign? Is there a manifesto I’m supposed to study?”

“Don’t be stupid.” The sun had almost dipped below the horizon, and de Gris found a box of matches to light a kerosene lamp. The orange flame danced on its wick and flickered with the natural roll of the ship. “I’m told Dara gave you the runaround today.”

Kuina nodded.

“Clara never came screaming at me, so I have to assume you’re not feeling too poorly,” she mused, taking the time to light another cigarette.

“I’m fine,” Kuina said, rolling back her shoulders so de Gris couldn’t see the weariness in them.

“And have you taken that sword out of its sheath even once today?”

“Uh...no?” Kuina said.

“Unacceptable.” De Gris leaned back in her chair and let out a long stream of smoke. “You’re not some swabby or rigging monkey, you’re here because of your blade.” She looked at Kuina as if she were an idiot for not realizing this sooner.

“I’m willing to work just as hard as anyone else on this ship,” Kuina said stiffly.

“And you will. Harder, even, since you’re so far behind. But a ship is like…” She gesticulated, trying to find the right word. “It’s like a person. A crew is its own organism, and every one of us has to fit into their part. You don’t expect a heart to do the same work as a kidney, and no matter how hard you try, you’re not going to be half the sailor as the people who’ve spent their whole lives on the water. It’s ridiculous to think otherwise.”

Kuina nodded. What she said made sense, and in many ways Kuina agreed with her. But there was something about agreeing with Aria de Gris that didn’t sit right with her, so she said, “I have to learn sometime.”

“Obviously. I’m not about to let you be a liability once we hit the Grand Line, but there has to be balance. You’re no good to me if you get yourself killed because you spent too much time studying the different types of sails instead of your swordsmanship.” De Gris was pensive for a moment. “I’ll have Mila set up a schedule for you in the morning. Half the day working chores, the rest training. A few of my men use katana, but you’re better than all of them. Most of what you’ll do will have to be self study.”

“That’s fine. I haven’t had a master in years.”

De Gris looked surprised to hear this, but didn’t comment. “We have regular sparing times as well, to help our less practiced fighters build their skill, and to give the mainliners a chance to get used to each other's styles. Depending on how this all shakes out, you might be pairing with Dara or Camille for the upcoming mission. Do you know how to use a gun?”

“Of course not,” Kuina said, caught off-guard by the question.

“Then you’ll learn.” De Gris cut off Kuina’s protests before they could begin. “Can you kill someone at twenty yards with your sword?”

“No,” Kuina said mulishly.

“Then you need to know how to fire a gun, and probably keep one on you as a backup weapon. I have no use for senseless pride on this ship, girl,” she said as Kuina scrunched her nose in distaste. It’s your job to listen to what I say, and it’s my job to try and put you in a position to not die. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Kuina said, still unhappy at the prospect of sullying her hands with a firearm.

Without warning, de Gris pounded her fist on her desk. The kerosine lamp tottered and threatened to fall, but her eyes never left Kuina’s, the scar on her cheek pulled taunt with her scowl.

“I said. Do. You. Understand ?”

“And I said yes, ” Kuina snapped. “I’ll learn to use you’re stupid gun, and when I figure out how to kill someone at fifty yards with my sword I’ll drop kick it into the ocean where it belongs." She crossed her arms across her chest. "I already told you I’ll do what you say so long as you don’t interfere with my ambition, so there’s no need to treat me like a child.”

They glared at one another for a long while, hackles raised, but this time Kuina refused to let herself be intimidated into backing down. Slowly, still without breaking eye contact, de Gris eased back into her chair and doused her cigarette. “I have put too many people’s belongings into boxes because they wouldn’t listen. For your own sake, I hope you’re not one of them.”

For the second time that day, memory of Danny's last words echoed in her mind. “You’re in luck, because right now I don’t own enough stuff to fit into a box, let alone anyone to send it to.”

“No one at all?” de Gris said, eyebrows raising.

Kuina’s breath hitched as she thought of her father back at Shimotsuki village. Would the Revolutionary Army be able to return her meager belongings home without the marines knowing? Would he be able to stand knowing she’d joined Dragon’s cause despite all his warnings? What about Ipponmatsu? He at least wasn’t under suspicion by the World Government...Or was he, now that she’d attacked Tashigi?

Of everyone she knew, it was probably safest to give her belongings to Zoro , but gods only knew what part of the Grand Line he’d found himself in. She almost laughed at the thought of him using two of her swords for himself.

“No one,” Kuina said. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging crescent moons into her palms, but she kept her voice calm and her tone even.

After another heartbeat of painful silence, de Gris said, “Well, you’re not the only one." The words were probably meant to be reassuring, but Kuina felt they were anything but. “If you think of anybody, make sure someone knows.”

“I don’t plan on dying,” Kuina said.

De Gris snorted and lit another cigarette. “None of us do. Now get some grub and get to bed. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”

Kuina rose to her feet. After a moment’s hesitation, she bowed slightly. “Thank you...Captain.”

De Gris waved her away with a dismissive flick of the wrist. “You don’t have to break your teeth saying it. I don’t give a damn what you call me so long as you follow orders. Just know I take discipline on this ship very seriously. Cross me, and keelhauling is the least you’ll have to worry about.”

Kuina didn’t doubt it for a second. Murmuring her goodbyes, she left de Gris to her cigarettes and her musings, grateful to be able to swallow the clean sea air once more.

#wake from death (and return to life)#creative-type writes #holy crap it's been forever since I updated this #I think I missed several chapters on tumblr #I apologize in advance for being bad at promoting my own work #one piece #kuina #One Piece Fanfiction

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream’s Conversation With Tubbo After the Exile

[December 7 2020]

Ghostbur: “And...and -- and you’re President, and you’re doing a great job, and...even Dream -- Dream himself seems happier!”

Tubbo: “He does! He’s being -- he is, he’s been on the server an awful lot. Whether that’s a good sign or a bad one, he definitely seems more positive.”

Ghostbur: “Oh! Speaking of the Devil.”

Tubbo: “Dream actually, the other day, declared L’manburg actually a recognized official state, which is…”

Dream: “Hello!”

Tubbo: “Hello!”

Ghostbur: “Hello, Dream! How are you?”

Dream: “Hello, Wilbur!”

Tubbo: “Hi! This -- he’s just showing me some cool new stuff, showed me…”

Dream: “Cool!”

Ghostbur: “Have some blue, please.” (He throws Dream some blue)

Tubbo: “Yeah, you’re gonna -- you’re gonna need some of that.” (He throws Dream some blue as well)

Dream: “Thank you.”

Dream: “Um, can I give you a real quick update on the walls?”

Tubbo: “Yeah yeah yeah, of course! I saw they were gone, I was over the moon!”

Dream: “Oh, yeah, well they’re not completely gone yet, but unless someone has finished the job, which -- ooh, they might’ve! But yeah, there’s still some back there--”

…

Tubbo: “Dream, it looks great! Thank you so much for keeping your word.”

Dream: “Yeah! No problem! Um, I thought there was one thing I didn’t technically keep my word on, so I thought I’d be upfront about it.”

Tubbo: “What?”

Dream: “The obsidian? I have another thing I could use it for, so it was all used up -- you can ask Sam, um…”

Tubbo: “Ohhh, okay. That’s okay! I don’t think we’ll need any obsidian, we don’t need to defend or hide anything or seal anything away, so I think we’ll be fine. I mean, that’s the only uses I can think of, so.”

Ghostbur: “If Tommy’s in exile, why don’t you put the obsidian around him?”

Tubbo: “Wilbur, you’re meant to try and cheer him up, here. I don’t know if that would be the best for his mood!”

Ghostbur: “You said that would bring peace! Having Tommy out has brought peace to everything.”

Tubbo: “Yeah, there is currently peace right now, except for -- I was told there was a war yesterday, but hey, I don’t…”

Dream: “Oh yeah, that -- I mean I -- we resolved it semi-peacefully. Quackity did some dumb stuff, I’m sure he’ll tell you, but--”

Tubbo: “Oh, okay, okay.”

Dream: “We resolved it pretty quickly.”

Tubbo: “I don’t have to exile him too, do I? Please for the love of god.”

Dream: “No, no we resolved it, we resolved it.”

Ghostbur: “You can still leave when there’s obsidian around you, can’t you?”

Tubbo: “Yeah, but it takes a while, and no one wants to mine that crap.”

Ghostbur: “Oh, oh! I didn’t mean to imprison him, I just meant put it around him, you know? To keep his goods, and like we did with L’manburg.”

Tubbo: “Ohhh. Oh yeah, that -- I mean I guess the walls could’ve been seen as a way to keep the goods in. Yeah. The lanterns are nice...”

Dream: “I wanna say, I really like the way...I wanna say, L’manburg’s been looking so nice recently.”

Tubbo: “Have you seen under the water!”

Dream: “Yeah, the water’s insane, yeah!”

Tubbo: “Like, oh my god, it’s got coral, and sea pickles…”

Dream: “The whole nation’s just incredible.”

Tubbo: “Thanks, Dream! You’ve never been this positive about it before.”

Dream: “Well, I said this, I mean I’ll be honest with you, I said this to Quackity the other day, but I truly think that with you as President, L’manburg can thrive! Because before that, I mean, I -- no offense to…”

(he looks at Ghostbur)

“Before that, I don’t think there was...there was Presidents that may not’ve...been so good. But...but you! I think that you are fair, and you are just, and I think you proved that.”

Tubbo: “Thanks, Dream.”

Dream: “And here, I’ll take my armor off.”

Tubbo: “Oh, yeah yeah yeah -- thank you! -- You’ve never honored the laws of L’manburg before! Oh my god!”

Dream: “Well, I never recognized it!”

Tubbo: “This is a big day! Holy crap!”

…

(Tubbo and Dream discuss where the borders of L’manburg lie. Dream leaves it up to Tubbo to dictate where the borders fall, as long as he doesn’t encroach on parts that are specifically Dream SMP territory)

Tubbo: “We should probably write up a treaty as well, declaring open borders.”

Dream: “Yeah! That’d be good.”

Tubbo: “So then, for the next President’s term, the treaty still stands. Unless I’m...overthrown.”

Dream: “Yeah! That sounds good to me. When’s the next -- is there gonna be an election?”

Tubbo: “Yeah, the 2nd of February is actually the end of my first term. I do plan on running again, but I know that other people are showing interest.”

Dream: “Mm. Very cool. Yeah, it definitely expands out past here, so...I’ve noticed -- I think, obviously, I think Tommy...eh, I dunno, I think it’s been a bit better since Tommy is out of here, since he...you know, he creates all the conflict and stuff, but...I think sometimes, it’s like time out, you know. Like maybe he can come back one day, you know?”

Tubbo: “I hope one day he can come back.”

Dream: “I always think forever, but…”

Tubbo: “Just for a real note, while we’re on such good terms, I was hoping one day in the future -- not necessarily soon, but just...you know. Visitation rights. If you know what I mean?”

Dream: “Yeah, I think that’s maybe something -- you know, at least a few weeks, probably, before we can discuss that, but I think a few weeks pass, we discuss it, maybe he can --”

Tubbo: “After things cool off a bit.”

Dream: “Yeah, yeah. I think if things cool off, maybe he could get visitation, but I couldn’t see him ever coming back, but being able to, you know...he did request visitation on Christmas day, so.”

Tubbo: “Oh! That would be quite nice. We’ll have to wait and see.”

Dream: “Yeah, that sounds...do you have any big projects planned? What is this?”

Tubbo: “Well, for today, I was gonna be going around putting up billboards -- this is a chess board.”

“Have you ever played chess, Dream?”

#dream smp #dream smp transcriptions #tubbo #long posts #this draft is from like...april #FORESHADOWING FOR DAYS

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friendlypetdogg · 2 years

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"𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨. 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨, 𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣."

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐲/𝐮/𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Unspoken Words Are Poggers Ones - TommyInnt X Reader

"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞."

You head over to your f/c PC, grab your headset and boot up Twitch. You have a few notifications. Mostly only for new followers or streamers you watch posted or are currently streaming. You set up your streaming setup and grab the chat you use and place it in the bottom corner of your screen. You were deaf, you couldn't speak, but you didn't mind.

TWITCH - y/u/n Has Started Streaming

You put up your loading screen for your stream and headed to your kitchen to grab f/d and your favorite flavor of f/s. Rushing back to your desk you end the timer of how long till the stream starts.

ElephantsArePoggers - so excited for you to stream again, it's been like 2 months

MikoTheDemon- ya, it's been forever y/n! I hope you are well

Animeweeb - mhm, hey y/n, did you know that Minecraft had an update?

You continued reading chat, a smile appeared on your face. "I did know they had an update, also for anyone concerned about me I am fine, if you have seen my Insta I went on a trip to my friend's house. Besides that anyone ready to see Bedwars?"Your entire chat starts spamming with yes, you smiled and loaded minecraft up. You went to Bedwars while your kawaii music playlist played in the background. Your team was teal, it was your least favorite color to be honest but you had no hate towards it.

Hanko_2054 was killed by M/U/N

You pumped your arm in the air for excitement, your twitch chat saying 'good job!' or lots of 'aww' for making the kill.You kept playing round after round, with many people saying their goodbyes since they had different time zones. After about 3 hours you ended your stream, saying your goodbyes to chat. "Alright Chat, Imma head out but you might see me over at Tommyinnit's stream, but since it's close to 12am for me I doubt I'll speak, anyway enjoy your day or night!!!" You closed your twitch stream and headed to twitter to tweet out about your next twitch stream with some fanart of the day.

Twitter - y/u/n tweeted something y/n is here to shout out some hella awesome fanart! @loversforyomama@thelostumbrella2002

Thank you so much for the fantastic fanart! Next stream is Tomorrow and Friday, can't wait to see you there!You were satisfied and jumped on your bed. You loaded up twitch again and saw that Tommyinnit was still streaming, you were a big fan of his for a long time so you hopped into his stream.

"WILBUR GET BACK HERE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *Wheezes*"Your subtitles were in all caps. You smiled and realized the time, it being 11:27 PM you plugged your phone in the charger and fell asleep watching Tommyinnit. You woke up, seeing the time of 5:34AM. You rise up and grab your phone. Checking your notifications, you were @ on Twitter so you checked it out.

Twitter - Tommyinnit - PEOPLE, WHO IS @y/u/n ???? MY TWITCH CHAT WOULDN'T SHUT UP ABOUT THIS PERSON. IS IT A WOMANNN????? HELPPPPPP TWITTERRRR.

Holy crap. You were just @ by the world famous Tommyinnit, you couldn't believe it. You checked the clock again, you saw it was 5:45am so you got up and were ready to take a shower. You showered and ate breakfast before grabbing your bag for school . You were in your 2nd year of collage. You were currently 16 years old, but your birthday was coming up so you were gonna turn 17 soon. You read some books until 6:45, you paused it and got on the bus that was heading to your school. You sat in the back of the bus, seeing so many people commenting about Tommyinnit. Nobody knew you were y/u/n since you didn't show your face. Even if people asked for your socials you gave them your art accounts, you never owned a personal one. Just your twitch one so no body ever knew.

#tommyinnit #Dreamsmp #Dmsp #dmsp x reader #Stories #wattpad #fanfics #Wilbur soot

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs [+ unhinged Venti]

Oh no, not strange at all! I love seeing the art people have done on human Dvalin and Andrius. I’m not entirely sure if you wanted a Venti x Dvalin x Andrius pairing but I’m going to assume so. But just in case, I added a few points of all 4 of your hanging out. How my desk is positioned with my window, the sun is shining directly into my eyes so I have to type in this weird position unless I want my eyeballs to melt.

Also, if any of this is wrong just look away. This took forever because holy crap there is so much lore on these 3. Not sure what exactly you had in mind so I made some general/friendship HCs

Alright, today’s appreciations post is for maagdalen. Super lovely person with some lovely emotes. Oh and your english is really good btw^^ and ty for chatting with me 💕💕💕

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs

Andrius

Andrius, also known as Lupus Boreas, was tasked with protecting the nation of Mondstadt under the request of Barbatos. He had a noble soul and mainly stays in the area of Wolvendom. He was strict, to the point, and never really partakes in whatever “foolish” activities Venti or Dvain get themselves into. But it’s all just a front because as soon as one of them get’s hurt or is in danger, his fangs and teeth are out. Even if it’s a cute hydro slime. Then he’ll take them by the scruff of their neck back to Wolvendom to get their wounds checked. On Venti it works, but with Dvalin’s dragon form. It’s amusing to see a pouting dragon getting dragged off by a wolf that wasn’t even double his size.

Not many Mondstadt citizen’s know but Andrius isn’t actually a wolf. He chooses to take the form of a wolf and should any of the wolves in Wolvendom be threaten, that’s the form he will appear in. But in truth, it was because Venti suggested it. If he was going to stay in Wolvendom and protect wolves then it made sense that his form would be the big bad wolf. Really Andrius just believes that Venti has a secret vendetta against cats and Andrius wouldn’t talk to Venti if he suggested that he take the form a dog.

There is a bit of discourse between Andrius and Venti due to Venti’s human-like appearance since Andrius views human society as a disappointment. Only accepting abandoned infants that have no where to go. But he does respect Barbatos and helped in his efforts to rebuild Mondstadt and protect it as one of the Four Winds.

While he doesn’t completely enjoy Venti’s extravagant personality he’s glad that Barbatos adopted the name and is living his life in freedom. Despite being the anemo archon, he chooses to live as Venti. Having fun in taverns and doing what he loves.

Venti

Venti always brings stories and sings for the two whenever he decides that it’s been too long since he’s seen his friends. He usually brings a bottle of wine even if he’s the only one that ever drinks - which is probably why he brings wine - which leads to Andrius scolding Venti to try and act civilized when he gets drunk and saying “No Dvalin, you cannot have some. The last time we let you drink you cried so much that Springvale still has a waterfall.”

It’s amusing to hear that after the war, the biggest problem Venti has right now is getting constantly ID checked. Dvalin takes this quite literally, since he still isn’t fully aware of taverns rules and regulations, that it takes both Venti and Andrius to hold him down before another Stormterror incident happens.

Venti has always been bold, never afraid to say anything, which was a trait that Dvalin and Andrius liked about the anemo archon. It was what made him the archon of freedom but sometimes Venti is a bit too bold and pretends to play fetch with Andrius wolf form. He is not amused. When he tries it with Dvalin, Dvalin will participate but he get’s confused and ends up just sitting beside Venti when the archon throws the stick. Which causes Venti to make a walk of shame to get the stick back.

When Venti acts as the Wind Archon it’s always a bit of whiplash when he talks in his philosophical state that it reminds Dvalin and Andrius that despite his childlike appearance and attitude, he was still the anemo archon. But it get quickly covered up when he says it’s time to switch back to Venti time.

It’s hard for them all to meet up in the present day. Dvalin stays in his domain while Andrius stays in Wolvendorm, all alone in their own domain. Venti prefers lively places than those quiet and solitude areas so he’s either in the City of Freedom or under the Windrise tree. But on occasions where he feels lonely he’ll swing by Dvalin’s lair and use the winds to carry their conversation to Andrius. Just so he isn’t left out.

If anyone asks where the ballads that Venti sings that are about a strict wolf and a nervous dragon, he’ll just say it was a passing tune he made up.

Dvalin

Dvalin, same as Andrius, lost his faith in humanity and the city of Mondstadt. He was released as his role as one of the four winds but continued to remain in Mondstadt. Similarly to Andrius he is distrustful around humans after being betrayed by them, chose to avoids human contact but he tries to adopt a more friendly side when Venti visits him.

Dvalin cares about Venti more and isn’t as standoffish in showing that he appreciates Venti compared to Andrius. Venti explained to him and showed him what freedom truly was he felt connected with someone for the first time. He did want to be understood and loved by the humans for who he was and what he wanted to protect. But that’s still a long road ahead.

He’s a curious but clumsy dragon. He’s pure of heart and steadfast in his goals which Venti is full-heartily cheering him on while Andrius disagrees but allows Dvalin to continue on this own path. Even if Andrius is on the other side of Mondstadt, he still tries to keep an eye out for Dvalin should the Abyss Order ever try and take his friend under their control.

However, due to how almost naïve the dragon is, he get’s into rather...interesting situations. While Andrius groans and Venti loses his absolute shit when Dvalin, still in his dragon form, lands and tries to observe the wolves. He only hides behind a thin tree that barely covers even 2% of his entire body and ends up scaring the wolves who run back to Andrius for safety. It takes a lot of consoling from Venti that the wolves didn’t like him, they were just scared and perhaps he should adopt a smaller form?

He’s still a bit sick from the aftermath of the Abyss Order and the poison of Durin so he can’t travel as far as he would like so Venti keeps him company. Telling him what the citizens of Mondstadt have been up to and playing music with his lyre.

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I love writing Venti, he’s so much fun. :) I say this but I live for Venti who hides behind this happy persona but is actually unhinged or deluded. I have many thoughts on this but I didn’t want to break the pace of the fic (plus this is getting pretty long anyways). So feel free to skip the rest of this if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m just spit balling right now.

But nervous and shy dragon Dvalin plus mother hen Andrius is canon. You cannot convince me otherwise.

This week has just turned into “what will we awaken today?” In other news, Lisa and Diluc. But it might be a bit late since this took some time to finish. In extra news, solo leveling just updated. Oh and jjk is (hopefully) getting a new episode tmr^^

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Barbatos

Andrius and Dvalin trust Venti to fulfill his archon duties should anything ever happen to Mondstadt. The same way Venti trusts the Four Winds will protect Mondstadt should anything dangerous arise. With the carefree nature of Venti making a sudden appearance after Barbatos’s year long nap, they both got a bit too comfortable with this happy-go-lucky version of their archon.

That is until Venti brings a fourth person into their trio. Someone who knew how to play the lyre and wished to fly and see the birds. Andrius and Dvalin share a quick look of anxious tension and it’s confirmed when Venti makes a small slip of the tongue and calls you by a certain boy’s name. They aren’t sure what to do or if Venti was starting to regress back into Barbatos and what that could mean for this innocent traveler.

“Barbatos defeated the previous ruler and left the city to rest because he didn’t want to become the same tyrant. But an archon is still an archon with responsibilities. Those responsibilities can be warped to the point that they believe they are helping and guiding their followers, but are actually trapping them in their cage. He is an archon that believes in freedom so his cage is just a bit bigger. Big enough that you can’t see the walls. Be careful traveler.”

Venti goes to greet you the next day you see him but his words seem to fade away when he approach's you. He asks if you’ve been talking to Andrius lately. You nod and ask how he knows. He says that you just spell like wolfhooks and that you shouldn’t worry about anything.

The next day Andrius apologizes to you about his words and that he was mistaken. There was nothing to worry about and to trust Venti. You can see Dvalin a bit off to the side looking away nervously and a bit guilty.

Venti always makes sure that Andrius and Dvalin keep an eye on you, especially Dvalin when you’re in stormterror land. It was a pretty dangerous landscape to trek through. As for Andrius, he doesn’t want you to get hurt during your weekly practice fights. It wouldn’t do you any good if you got hurt and couldn’t explore this vast world with him.

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ksfnmoments · 2 years

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he’s been in the updated cosmetics list for freaking forever; my vbucks are collecting dust on kayvi0 and if he or some other rare skin i like doesn’t come back, i’m gonna snap and spend them all on emotes lmao. scrapknight jules would be nice too, because i just realized the other day she hasn’t been around. then again, if switchstep decides to come back, there go 1000 because i’ll end up buying it on my main and gifting it to the other account.

season ends in THREE WEEKS??? holy crap?? i have to grind on two accounts and i might even cave in and buy the level pack because i’ve only just reached the 130s. i’m really adamant on getting all the BP rewards since after i move out in about a year and a half, i’ll have to switch fully to kayvi0 and i didn’t start getting and working on battle pass stuff (minus the free rewards) until season 8. the one i use right now with skye and everyone is my dad’s account unfortunately; it didn’t hit me that i probably won’t be able to play as the agents and drifters after that until mid season 8. either way, if i don’t reach level 200 on either of the accounts i will explode

(also epic this is your hint that if you don’t release winter skye or at least some other version of skye i will be very sad)

but speaking of the updated cosmetics, i’m so used to the new shop format that i had to look up what the old one looked like

WHAAAAAAT

anyway, i think i may go ahead and release chapter 16 later, usual post time (6pm CST). the in-between scenes are still killing me and knowing me i probably won’t finish it for at least another week unless i get another motivation spring. it’s been kinda low for me since we got iced and went virtual for the week, and for some reason being physically in school is the only way to get my inspiration flowing.

good night! 💜

#fortnite #fortnite tek #3am rambles again #i found a text post that would go great with tek now if only he’s fUCking release

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anthonyjlockwood · 3 years

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jatp appreciation week : spotlight saturday

There are so many awesome fanfics out there that I want to share for Spotlight Saturday!! Fanfiction has been such a source of escapism and enjoyment for me for, like, ever. And since I started writing it myself, I’ve realized how much work it really is and how much writers deserve to be appreciated for sharing their stuff with the world!! So, here are some of my favorite JATP fics I’ve ever read.

(If I know the tumblr of the person who’s written each fic, I’ve tagged them. But if not, I’ll tag their ao3 and maybe if someone knows their tumblr, this post can reach them somehow??)

I’m going to put these under a cut, because there’s actually way more than I thought there were going to be! The talent of JATP fanfiction writers is INSANE.

1) First up has to be @pearlcaddy ‘s Juke soulmate AU, “ Like a Cat Playing With a Ball of Twine (That You Call My Heart) “. The way she writes each character is amazing. The plot? Beautiful. The way I cry every time I read the part with the penguin conversation? Absolutely unmatched. This series was SO GOOD. It’s definitely one that I go back to and reread... probably way too often lol.

2) Next on the list is We Found Wonderland by @pink-flame (ICanSpellConfusionWithAK on AO3). Holy crap, this thing took me on a ride. It’s a Juke story that’s based on Alice In Wonderland, and it’s probably one of the most amazing things I’ve ever read in my entire damn life. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster-- this story will make you laugh, cry, and scream, probably within 10-15 minutes of each other, and when you’re done with it, you’ll be forever changed. I know I was!

3) The Best Shades Of Life by @captainkippen . This is a current work-in-progress. I love the way all the characters are written, and from the first scene of the story where Luke escapes his house through his bedroom window, I knew I was in for something great. The story only gets more amazing with each chapter, and I’m so excited to see how it concludes!

4) 1994 by MoonRiver on AO3. This fic focuses on the year before the boys’ deaths in 1995. It’s a Luke/Alex story but honestly all of the relationships between the boys are written super well. It’s still a work in progress, and the last chapter made me Sad, but it’s amazingly written (as is everything that MoonRiver shares, tbh).

5) Alex Mercer’s Storm by ghostgay23 on AO3. Honestly, this is an absolutely incredible, Alex-centric story that is totally worth reading. But more amazing than the story itself is ghostgay23′s DEDICATION to this thing. There are 72 chapters and counting, and they update it so frequently. This is one of the fics that actually inspired me to write my own-- the fact that people can put out things like this with such consistency and dedication is AMAZING.

6) find the strength, find the melody by @phantom-curve (sunset_phantom on AO3.) Mads is an incredible person and writer, and strength/melody is one of my favorite Juke WIPs right now. Luke and Julie meet right after Julie gets kicked out of the school’s music program. Luke ropes Julie into a plan to get her back in-- with Sunset Curve’s help.

7) side effects of coming back from the dead may include... series by @reggieshairflip . This is another series-in-progress in which the Phantoms have come back to life, but not without consequences. The first part of the series is a one-shot, and it’s followed with an absolutely beautiful (and heartbreaking) Reggie-centric multi chapter story. The most recent chapter of this one made me Sad.

8) waiting for my love series by thvnderstorms on AO3. This is a Luke/Reggie series that consists of two stories, one from each of the boys’ points of view. They meet for the first time on a bus, and it’s love at first sight for Reggie-- but it’s definitely not that simple.

7) Two Doors Down by @bluefirewrites . This is an in-progress, multi chapter Juke story in which Julie moves, you guessed it, two doors down from Luke. She becomes friends with Sunset Curve, but then Luke starts falling in love with her. Chaos ensues. I really love this story. I love Luke, and watching him come to terms with (and then trying to get over) his feelings for Julie really makes you feel for him. There’s still 6 chapters to go in this work in progress, so there’s still time for him to get his act together!

8) love me for the hell of it by alexjulies on AO3. This is a cool new fic that is about Julie and Luke going on the show The Voice. Luke auditions to bring his band exposure, and Julie auditions to try to cope with the grief of losing her mother. It’s a work in progress, but it’s totally worth reading!! I loved it!

9) Ain’t it a fine (after)life series by nottheleastbrave on AO3. The first work in this series centers around Luke, whose self-blame for the hot dog incident results in guilt that causes him to sacrifice himself to Caleb in the hopes of saving his friends. Alex, Reggie, Julie, and Willie launch a rescue mission to get Luke away from Caleb’s club. The second work in the series is a one-shot that deals with the events after the main story, and it’s Willex centric (with Juke on the side). I love this series-- Luke has a very special place in my heart, so I always love reading stories where he and his feelings are the focus. The friendship between the band and Willie and the way they all rally around Luke in this fic is particularly beautiful.

10) dust and snow (oh, don’t let it go) by @pawprinterfanfic . A Christmas-themed one-shot in which Luke loses something important to him. This is another one where Luke and his feelings are portrayed particularly well, and the friendship between the boys and Julie is written so beautifully, too.

11) how to be a heartbreaker by @reggieshairflip . This story is another Luke-centric one shot in which his biggest fear is realized by his friends, analyzed, and conquered. This is one of the ones where it starts off as a fun, light-hearted friendship story, but the true meaning comes and just punches you in the face with it’s incredibleness. The depth of this story is so great.

12) Similar to that one, T-Rex, Velveeta, and Other Fun Names by @bluefirewrites . This has a similar concept-- Julie’s lighthearted quest to figure out Luke’s middle name leads to something more. I LOVE the way that something that seems so simple and fun can be developed in such a way that it adds new meaning and depth to a character.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie & the phantoms #jatp appreciation week #netflixwewantjatp2 #fanfiction #fanfic #jatp fanfic #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie molina #sunset curve

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rhysismydaddy · 4 years

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Prompt- Nesta is an ER nurse and Cassian comes in one night bloodied from a bar fight. After she tends to his wounds that night he keeps finding (harmless) ways to hurt himself as an excuse to go back to the ER and see her.

UGH I love this so much thanks for the ask!

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Nesta ran down to the ER bay she was on call for, another one of the nurses filling her in. “Male, twenty-eight years old. BAC of 0.09%. Large laceration across his torso.”

Wonderful.

Basically, some idiot had gotten drunk and cut himself open slicing a Turkey. This type of crap was common around Thanksgiving, which was yesterday. People got drunk because of annoying family members, and it ended with an ER full of injuries.

Shaking her head, she continued down the hallway, coming to a sliding stop in front of the closed curtain.

Bracing herself for the dramatic screams and groans, she whipped it open.

Only the man sprawled on the hospital bed was definitely not screaming in pain. He was singing Christmas songs at the top of his lungs, making suggestive gestures at the nurse who was trying in vain to take his vitals.

He was also stupidly handsome, but she ignored that fact and grabbed his chart. “Mr. Nezarra?”

His golden eyes swung to hers, and he grinned. “It’s Cassian to you, beautiful.”

Oh, good Lord.

She nodded to the other nurse, and she gave her a grateful look as she sped out of the room. “I’m going to take a look, okay? Stay still.”

“Whatever you say.”

Nesta reached to lift his shirt, and he gave her a sly smile. “Are you trying to take advantage of me, nurse?”

“Yes,” she lied. “Now shut up and let me.”

He made a dramatic mouth-zipping motion before flopping back on the bed. “I feel like you should at least tell me your name before you ravage me mercilessly.”

Fighting a smile, she replied, “I’m Nesta. Stay still, please.”

She lifted his shirt up more to get a better look at the injury. It needed stitches, but it wasn’t surgical. A suture kit was next to the bed, so she grabbed it and started to clean off his torso. “I’m going to numb the area, alright?”

He nodded and started to sing Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer.

Trying in vain to block out his off-key shouts, she cleaned the needle and made sure she had enough sutures. Then she started to sew him up, the motion practiced and smooth. He stopped singing to glance down at her and watch.

“How did this happen, exactly?”

The patient sighed dramatically. “Well, I don’t like Thanksgiving much. So I went to Jackies--that’s the bar over on third. And someone started talking shit about... well, I don’t remember, but I didn’t like it.”

She raised an eyebrow, and he reached over to poke it indignantly, making her chuckle.

“Anyway, we started to fight.” Made sense, considering he had a huge bruise on his jaw, too. “And then the asshole swung at me with a broken bottle! Seriously! It was like something out of a movie. I’m lucky to be alive, baby.”

Nesta scoffed at the little pout on his handsome face. The injury looked bad, sure, but it wasn’t deep. It would heal after a few weeks.

“Sure, sure,” she mumbled back, concentrating on her work.

It wasn’t deep, but it did extend almost all the way across his stomach. His stomach that was heavily muscled and home to an... eight pack. Eight? Was that normal?

“You’re pretty,” he told her in a serious tone.

She rolled her eyes. It was beyond normal for drunks to hit on her, considering she worked the night shift. “Thank you.”

“You don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you.” He paused to consider that. “Well, when I’m sober I’ll prove it to you.”

“Mmhm. We have about four stitches left.”

He nodded, then started to sing again, but he didn’t know the lyrics, so it was more like loud humming. When she was done, she put a wide bandage on it, pulled his shirt down, and patted his stomach.

Big mistake, considering it allowed her to feel all sixteen of his abdominal muscles.

“Nesta, if you’re gonna feel me up, might as well move your hand a little lower and get to the good stuff,” he chastised with a smirk.

She pulled her hand back and glared. “Go to sleep. We’ll discharge you in the morning.”

“I do discharge in the morning. Why? Do you want to watch or something? Weirdo.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked away. “Go to sleep.”

“You want to sleep with me?” he shouted, putting a hand on his forehead dramatically. “How inappropriate! But I’ll sacrifice and do it. You, I mean.”

Nesta had the feeling he wasn’t nearly as drunk as he’d been a few minutes ago thanks to the bag of liquid attached to his arm. Rather than respond and give him something else to twist, she just shook her head and closed the curtain between them.

Yanking it open the next morning, she had to put a hand on her mouth to stifle her laughter. The patient was sprawled across the cot, shirtless, holding a pillow to his chest like a baby.

She grabbed his chart to update his vitals, finding them all normal. “Good morning, Mr. Nezarra,” she said softly to wake him up.

“Call me Cassian,” he mumbled, pulling his pillow over his head. It was childish, but it gave her a good view of his stomach. She lifted the bandage up, satisfied with how the stitches looked.

“Well, Cassian, you’re all good to go. Here are your discharge papers.” She handed him a thick folder full of crap he had to sign.

He pulled the pillow off his head, eyes going wide when he spotted her. “Holy fuck, who are you?”

“I’m your nurse, Nesta. I stitched you up last night. You don’t remember?”

Cassian shook his head, making his curly hair bounce around his face.

Just to get him back for last night, she decided to tease him. “Well, don’t you know how to make a girl feel special? One minute you’re singing all these lovely songs to me and trying to get me to sleep with you, the next you don’t even remember me. Gah!”

She tossed the papers on his tan chest and left the room with a laugh.

Only to be stopped by a large hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her around directly into said tan chest.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember last night, gorgeous, but why don’t we make it a morning I won’t forget?”

A little laugh escaped her. “I’m at work. And even if I wasn’t, no.”

“Let’s go get breakfast,” he said, ignoring everything she’d just said.

Nesta noticed she was still pressed against his chest and took a step away. “I am at work,” she repeated, enunciating every word.

“Fine. When do you get off?”

About thirty minutes from now. “Not for a while. You should go.”

His golden eyes narrowed on hers suspiciously. “If that’s what you want. I’ll see you later.”

With that, he turned and strode down the hallway. Still shirtless. Even though he was completely ridiculous and borderline aggressive with his advances, she was a little sad to see him go. It had been forever since she’d been flirted with, even longer since she’d had the desire to flirt back.

Oh, well.

She could leave soon though, thank the gods above. Working the night shift paid well, but it was freaking exhausting. The desire to go back to her crappy apartment and get a couple hours of sleep was overwhelming.

Twelve hours later, she strolled to the nurse’s station, getting a weird look from the nurse she was relieving. “Patient for you in bay 4.”

“Why didn’t you-”

“Wouldn’t let me touch him. Asked for you by name.”

Eyebrows raised, she walked over and pulled the curtain back, a smile pulling on her lips when she saw who it was.

“Fucking finally,” Cassian said happily. “I’ve been here for like four hours.”

He was sitting sideways on the cot, back against the wall, legs swinging off the bed. Since the last time she’d seen him, he’d taken a shower and changed into jeans and a dark t-shirt.

“What are you doing here? I seem to remember discharging you this morning.”

Her patient slid off the bed and lifted his shirt, drawing her eyes back to the hard planes of his stomach. “Popped a stitch.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes, coming closer to run a hand over the injury. From the way his eyes glinted, he was enjoying himself a little too much. “How?”

“I pulled it out.”

Her eyes snapped back up to his. “What? Why would you do that?”

“I wanted to see you again.”

“Mr. Nezarra-”

“Cassian.”

“-this is completely inappropriate, not to mention a total waste of medical supplies.”

He smiled down at her, and she noticed her hand was still on his stomach. “I’ll stop if you agree to have dinner with me.”

Oh good gods. The man was completely irrational. And possibly deranged.

“Do I need to call for a psych consult?” she asked, only partially kidding. “You can’t purposefully injure yourself as a way to get me on a date with you!”

Cassian shrugged. “Well, it seems to be working, so yes I can.”

“It is not working. I’ll fix this,” she tapped the torn stitch, “then you’re leaving. And not coming back unless you have a serious, non-self-inflicted injury!”

He tsked. “So stubborn. But fine, it that’s what you want.”

Nesta nodded, motioning for him to sit back on the bed. Gathering a suture kit, she tried to put on a calm face. Why was he so insistent on getting her to go out with him? Was it because she was probably the one person to reject him?

And why had she done that in the first place, anyway?

She didn’t have any plans for weeks and couldn’t remember the last time she’d been on a date. Or had sex.

That thought had her blushing slightly as she started suturing his cut.

“Nurse Nesta, you’re blushing,” he pointed out like the jackass he was.

“No, I’m not.”

A finger ran down her cheek. “Oh, yes you are. And I like it. A lot.”

“I’m sure you do,” she muttered back. Finishing quickly, she put another bandage on it, then leveled a look at him. “You better not pull one of those out again.”

“I like it when you boss me around.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling his shirt back down. “I’m serious. Now get out of here.”

After giving her a mock salute, he slid off the bed and pulled the curtain back.

“Just go out with me,” Cassian asked. More like pleaded.

Nesta shook her head, not sure why she did it.

He turned to leave, and she frowned. Why did she have to be so damn stupid? If she were normal, she’d jump at the chance to go out with a guy that looked like him.

Not to mention he was funny, and tall, and muscley.

Maybe that was it.

Yes, because that made sense. Don’t go out with him because he’s too attractive.

Rolling her eyes at her own stupid brain, she went back to the nurse’s station. She could probably get a few hours of paperwork in, since it seemed to be a slow night. And when the other night nurse got here, she might even be able to take a nap in the on-call room.

That was exactly what she was doing when someone burst into the room. “Nesta! Patient for you!”

“Can you take care of it?” she asked, face still smushed in her pillow.

The woman shook her head. “He’s asking for you.”

A growl Nesta wasn’t exactly proud of slipped out of her. “Let me guess. Male, twenty-eight years old, ridiculously large and attractive?”

“Yep.”

“Tell him I’m not taking care of his stitches! He can bleed to death for all I care!”

The nurse looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Nesta! You took an oath!”

Figuring she was awake now anyway, she rolled out of bed with a huff. “I’m going to Kevorkian him myself,” she muttered as she walked to where she knew Cassian was waiting, ignoring the shocked look of her partner.

Foregoing greetings, she practically yelled, “I told you not to pull your stitches out!”

“I didn’t,” Cassian said calmly, arms crossed over his broad chest. Gods, the man looked good. He’d put on dark jeans, boots, and a white button-up shirt that made him look even tanner. “And, to be specific, you said, I could only come back if I had a ‘serious, non-self-inflicted injury.’ Which I do.”

“Fine. What’s wrong with you then?”

“Popped a stitch,” he told her proudly, already unbuttoning his shirt.

“It’s not non-self-inflicted if you pull them out yourself, you jackass!”

“First of all, that’s not very professional language,” he scolded with a grin. “Second, I didn’t pull them out. I got my friend to. Ergo non-self-inflicted.”

“Oh, don’t you ‘ergo’ me.”

His smile got even wider. “Already did. Why so grumpy this morning?”

“I was asleep.”

“Ah, not a morning person then?” When she shook her head, his smile turned to a smirk. “Bet I could change that.”

“You’re a disgusting little pervert, Mr. Nezarra,” she told him, fighting a smile.

He made a very offended expression. “I was talking about buying you breakfast. Who’s the pervert now?”

Smiling softly, she quickly fixed his torn stitch, then re-bandaged it. “If you rip this, I’m going to freaking strangle you.”

“Then come have breakfast with me. I know you get off in like twenty minutes.” Before she could ask, he said, “I bribed the lady at the desk.”

“I’m going to file a complaint against her,” she muttered, not mad at all.

He slid off the cot, leaving his shirt open. Probably to distract her. Or hypnotize her.

“Come have breakfast with me. I think I’m going to have to take drastic measures if you reject me again.”

His tone was soft, playful. And she knew if she really asked him to leave her alone, he would. But... there was no real reason she could think of to send him away. And even though part of her that was home to her commitment issues screamed at the possibility of going on a date, she found herself wanting to go.

So she said, “I’d hate to break my oath. Let’s go.”

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timbertumbr · 3 years

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Boneafide Gamer (A Reverse Harem Fic)

Chapter 1, Signing In

Quotev Link

Welp- Guess who’s joining the skeleton train?!

Note: When it's in your perspective, it's more than likely going to use the boys Usernames instead of their Nicknames since they legit just met so… here's a list of the usernames I've come up with-

Blue (Underswap Sans): Magnificent Blueberry

Stretch (Underswap Papyrus): Carrot

I'll add more as the boys are introduced. (Also for the horror bros I'm using ratsoh-writes nicknames.)

Finally, after a year of waiting, you have it! Basic MMORPG VR edition! You squeal before thanking the delivery person and closing the door.

You tear open the packaging as you enter the room, open the case and put the disc into your computer. You gently place the case onto the desk before setting up your V.R set. The game boots up as you put on the VR goggles and you begin the intro.

"Welcome to Basic MMORPG VR edition. A world that was heavily inspired by Sword Art Online, but our game is much better in so many ways! Would you like a list?" Snorting, you select yes.

"You do not have to fight any creatures in this game.

There are many skill sets to choose from like cooking, fishing, farming, bounty hunting and many many more!

A world that gets updated throughout the seasons.

Create, craft, or find many items the world or players around you provide.

You are not strictly assigned to a specific class, want to be a mage that wields a sword? You can BE a mage that wields a sword!

There are-" Holy crap, this list is long… you'd review it later, you wanted to get to the good stuff! Gameplay!

You enter the character customization screen and make your persona. Then came the most difficult part of making a character, giving it a name!

You tapped your foot as you thought of what to name them… do you want something funny? Something normal? Or something stupid? Man, this is hard…

You go for the grandest name of all "fart." You snicker as you accept the name, knowing you could change it whenever.

Hitting "confirm," you wait as the game loads on a public server. And when it loads in, there aren't a lot of people on… Wasn't there a lot of hype for this game?

You shrugged and went to the infamous Quest Master to receive your class, first weapon, and first quest.

After all was said and done, you were "fart," jack of all trades (because you couldn't choose just ONE of all these cool classes!) And off you went to the fields to complete your first quest, kill/befriend/collect 5 slimes.

Holding your multiweapon tight, (Again, you were VERY indecisive and basically created a multitool for weapons.) You venture into the fields to see a lot of slime and very few people.

Legit, there were only two people here. Skeletons, one named "Magnificent Blueberry" and the other named "Carrot." Very fitting considering their choice of armor/robes.

Intrigued, you decide to focus on your quest conveniently close to the skeletons, waiting for the chance to jump in their conversation and make friends! Haha! Genius!

While you slashed more than the acquired amount of slimes with your sword, the short skeleton was reading all the features this game held while the tall one was trying to figure out the controls.

"OH WOW! PAPY, DID YOU KNOW YOU COULD MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE CREATURES?!" Blueberry exclaimed using voice chat, turning to his struggling younger brother.

"Really? I think we both know who'd like that," Stretch says amused, Blueberry huffing before helping Stretch with the controls.

"INDEED! OKA WOULD LOVE TO MAKE A SLIME FARM! (THE TRIGGER IS TO ACTIVATE STUFF LIKE GRABBING AND DROPPING ITEMS) AND I THINK EDGE WOULD BE MORE THAT HAPPY TO HAVE A CAT 'ARMY,'" Blueberry exclaims, happy that there's so much to do in this game! (Even if it is a waste of time according to Edge.)

Stretch nods, finally getting used to the controls and thanking Blueberry, who enthusiastically welcomes him.

"What other features are there?" Stretch asks curiously, peering at the cybernetic screen on Blue's arm.

"OH LOT'S! THERE'S HUNDREDS OF FEATURES IN THIS!" Blue exclaims before scanning the list to look for one Stretch may like.

"Oh wow," Stretch comments amazed, he knew there was a lot but HUNDREDS?! It's every gamer's dream! (Red may enjoy that.)

"LIKE THIS ONE! IF YOU HOVER OVER A PLAYER, YOU CAN ADD THEM TO A PARTY! LET'S DO IT!" Stretch shrugs.

"Sure, why not?" With stars in his sockets, he hovers his disembodied hand over Stretch and adds him to a party which Stretch accepted the request for. Blue then renames the party to "THE AMAZING DUO!" Stretch raises a bone brow with an amused smile.

"Really?"

"REALLY! OH LOOK, A POTENTIAL FRIEND!" Blue exclaims, finally noticing you. However you were focused on the slimes.

"They've been there forever though," Stretch points out.

"WHA? PAPY, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" Blue says sadly, Stretch shrugs again.

"They seemed busy," Blueberry looked at you again and you were still focused on the slimes.

"WELL, MAYBE THEY NEED A BREAK!" Blueberry exclaims before approaching you. Stretch sighs before hesitantly following his brother.

"GREETINGS FART!" He exclaims, causing you to burst out laughing.

"Ahaha! I knew that name was a great choice!" You say before turning to the smiling short skeleton.

"[Insert pun here] MWHEHE!" You hear a groan come from the taller skeleton that just arrived.

"Hehe! That was a good one! As you know, I'm Fart. And you're…?"

"I'M THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY, MWHEHE! BUT YOU MAY JUST CALL ME BLUEBERRY OR BLUE!" Blue exclaims.

"I'm Carrot," Stretch says afterwards, causing you to snicker.

"Those are great names! Say, what are your classes?"

"WARRIOR OF PEACE!"

"Mage, You?" You chuckle sheepishly at the question.

"I… chose all of them…" You admit, making Carrot snort.

"Couldn't settle for one huh?" Stretch asks amused, you cross your arms and huff.

"Hey! It's not my fault there's so many choices!" You exclaim.

"I THINK IT'S NEAT!" Blue chimes in making you smile.

"Thank you Blue. Hey, are you guys new to the game?" You ask and they both nod.

"Well, so am I! How about we explore together?" You suggest, Blue lit up like a Christmas tree.

"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! LET'S GO NEW FRIEND FART!" Blue exclaims before leading the way, you and Carrot snicker and follow after.

So you spent the entire day exploring the HUGE town made for beginners and it's also a hangout/meetup area for experienced players. You got witty remarks from Carrot, puns and fun little facts and features from Sans as you explored. Before you all knew it, night had arrived and you had to log off.

"Oh shoot! It's 8 already?! I gotta go guys, thanks for exploring with me!" You announce making Blue jump.

"IT'S 8?!" Blue yelled before quickly logging off, leaving you with Carrot.

"He… doesn't play games a lot. He usually works hard," Carrot explains, you nod.

"Makes sense," You say before you go to log off.

"Wait a minute," Carrot says before you press the logout button.

"Could I get your discord? I have some… cousins that could use some social interaction from someone like you," You smile.

"Is this your way of telling me you want to hang out more?" You ask in a teasing tone, Carrot snorts.

"Yes and no," He answers simply with a smirk. You exchange discord usernames and codes (Cheesepuff ####) before saying your final goodbyes and logging off.

You take off the VR headset and wince from the lack of light and strain on your eyes. You shut off everything and begin your nightly routine. Once done, you scoop up your phone and check your messages on discord.

Cheesepuff: Yo, it's Carrot. I came to wish the jack of all trades goodnight. And to tell you Blueberry says he's sorry he left so suddenly.

You snicker before replying.

(Username): Thank you Carrot. Tell Blue I said it's okay. Goodnight to both of you!

You then go to message your friend hoping they weren't asleep already.

(Username): Dude! I made friends! :D

Totally not the writer: Oh? Do tell.

And so you do, telling them EVERYTHING!

Totally not the writer: Woah. I gotta get that game. And they sound nice but keep on your toes okay? Not everyone is who they seem.

(Username): Don't worry, I will! Good night you night owl. (You better go to sleep once you send YOUR good night.)

Totally not the writer: No promises. Night.

Sighing, you shut off your phone and head to sleep and dream of Slimes, Carrots and Blueberries.

Holy shit! That took a while to write. One pair of boys down, 4 to go… Will the other chapters be as long as this one? It honestly depends but let's hope not for both our sakes.

So we got ourselves a new series! Huzzah! I’ll try and post the chapters here with links to the next as the series goes on but I could also post it onto quotev or something if you guys prefer that.

Next Chapter

#oh god the TAAAAAAAGS #Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Sans #Underfell Papyrus #Underfell Sans #Swapfell Sans #Swapfell Papyrus #Horrortale Papyrus #Horrortale Sans #Undertale Sans #Undertale Papyrus #Sans #Papyrus #X Reader #Reverse Harem #AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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violent-kurumi · 3 years

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Hi! So I am very curious on how your argument with your sister goes, please keep us updated. P.S: Apologies for the swearing, I don't mean anything by it, it's just how I talk. <3 hope you're having a good day.

Nah don't worry about it! (And uh, I actually went to bed straighten after I posted the first argument. I woke up like half an hour ago)

Actually, it's been a bit of an ongoing thing. She has more knowledge on Yu-Gi-Oh but that's because I haven't seen 5ds or Zexal (she has). I think she thinks that allows her to tweak some of the facts since I won't be able to tell the difference.

She is also very stubborn, whatever's she says "is the truth" and "you're wrong". Her favourite yu-boy is Yuto, she actually hates Yugo because she says he's annoying and dumb- and can't duel properly.

I hate that she says that, no one insults Yugo.

I actually kinda started the argument by telling her that I think Yuya has the worst deck out of the Yu-boys (but I also mentioned that I think he and Yugo are close/even). Well, she replied with saying that Yugo is he worst, he's too stupid, if he were smarter and had Yuya's brain then yeah maybe.

Bitch.

Anyway, I couldn't believe it. She thinks that speedroids are weak and suck, that other cards can EASILY stop them. I argued back that speedroids are good for Yugo because he synchro summons, so it allows him to bring out Clear Wing nice and easy.

She then said, well cards can easily get rid of it.

Jay, please, Yugo's back cards try and keep Clear Wing on the field. Stop saying that there are cards that can stop it, yes obviously there will always be cards that can stop other cards it's how the game goes. But that CAN'T be your only argument against Yugo.

Sometimes I think Yugo reminds me of Jaden Yuki- one of her favourite characters. Boy did that piss her off. She acted as though she was insulted. (Look I get people might agree with her or me- I don't mind)

I think they're both adorable and goofy and must be protected. They kinda give off the same energy (for me, other people may have different thoughts).

Anyway, I knew there was no going back because she was mad know. She really hated Yugo, finds him annoying.

(Jay no gotta protect him)

She believes no one could beat Yuri's predaplants because he can adapt to any deck easily. That was in Season three, also I'm like 99% sure Yuri had said something like; why would I use a deck I haven't used before, because of course he would've learned to use the Ancient Gear deck- it's apart of Academia!

Because Yuto is her favourite in Arc-V (and Kaito) Yuri is second, she thinks that if they were to duel then Yuri would have trouble beating Yuto (but be victorious in the end), I told her that I looked at Yuto's deck, I've been up against those godforsaken phantom knights in Legacy of the Duelist, trust me, he's strong (he never brought out Dark Rebellion in LFTD, those other knight things and it took me forever to beat them cuz they kept negating effects- they were traps so Clear Wing's effect didn't really work).

But no, she says, if Yuri were using his predaplants then Yuto would lose- if Yuri were using another deck- then he'd lose against Yuto.

Now I don't completely disagree with how Yuto and Yuri's duel would go, you mentioned that predaplants tokens can change levels (which Yuto would need to XYZ summon) but Yuto is skilled, he'd be able to do something- and those stupid traps of his can negate crap.

If it were a duel between the two dragons then I believe Starving Venom would walk all over Dark Rebellion. (She just kinda nodded, she loves both characters).

Soon I realised that with her, she could never see her favorites be bad at something- she always emphasized that Yuto only lost to Yugo because Yuya snapped him out of beserk, yes even I agree with that but she doesn't always need to point it out- I agree with you!

But get this, I casually mentioned that with Yuri and Yuto's deck- there are cards out there that can stop their graveyard stuff. (Sound familiar?)

Does she this shut her up? Nope

She argues that they have cards that can stop cards from ruining their effects. Holy shit Jay no. You can't just say that after you've said that to me, that's not how it works.

I said nearly those exact words and she's using them so defend her favs.

She just can't admit that there may be people out there that can beat them.

Cripes this is long... And we're only part way through.

(I can't wait to continue our argument now that I have more professional opinions- thanks guys).

But because we've gotten this far why stop?

Now for the summoning methods. (This was also my fault)

To stop this from getting worse I told her I don't know how Link summoning works, and that I think Synchro and Fusion are the strongest. (The look on her face was good)

She says no XYZ summoning is the strongest, then Fusion.

I asked why? What's so good about being able to use an effect twice (and sometimes the effect isn't even good).

She says that (get this) there are cards that can let them use their effect more than twice (some overlay thing).

I said no Jay, look at it logically, it's easy to Fusion and Synchro summon- much easier than bringing out two level sevens for one monster. And there is no limit with using a fusion monster or synchro monster's effect.

She disagrees and I couldn't change her mind. She still believes that XYZ summoning is the best and STRONGEST.

NO IT'S NOT

A big difference between us is that even I can admit the truth with a favourite character of mine. You all know I love Yugo, but that doesn't mean I think he's the strongest duelist. In Arc-V I think it's either Reiji, Zarc (should I count him?) Or Jack Atlas, (he should never have lost to Yuya).

They all have strong ass decks.

The D/D/D archetype is strong, very strong, uses all summoning methods and has the effects and back cards to pull off many combos.

Now I know people have different opinions on this but this was between me and my sister.

Now that I know the truth, I now know she lied to me about number cards and Kaito's deck in particular can beat Reiji.

I honest to god believe that the duel would last a while but in the end Reiji would win- he's smart and calculating, I reckon he'd be able to pull off something that Kaito can't beat.

Imagine her reaction when I told her that one of my favs could beat hers.

Yeah not pretty.

She says Kaito has a number card, and only number cards can defeat another number card. Now I didn't know anything about numbers so I should've known she'd tweak the truth. I had actually told her that what if someone uses a back card to get rid of it?

She said, weren't you listening? Number cards can only be destroyed by number cards!

And because I lacked knowledge in Zexal I couldn't defend myself.

(get this, in duel links she has a cyberse deck and she says she's beaten so many people and that the effects are great. I asked if she wanted to go up against my D/D/Ds. The answer was no, in fact, she has never dueled me, even with the structure decks we bought- I have recently bean collecting cards, remember the Yuma one?)

She likes to think she's a great duelist, and that her fav characters in Yu-Gi-Oh could never be beaten. Well news flash!

They can.

I think this is enough. I hope this kept you entertained (and others), I'll keep you peeps updated in our argument!

#kurumi asks #azurewitch #yugioh arc v #whoa bo this is long

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pit-and-the-pen · 4 years

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100 Follower Event!!

i’ve seen people doing this for follower events so here's mine for 100! Also holy crap guys, I can’t believe I have 100 of you following me and reading my writing. I never thought I would get this many and even though I don’t know most of you, just know that I love you and you are all so amazing! Also a huge thank you to both @thoseofgreatambition and @summer-writes who have both given me so many shoutouts and Summer-writes for doing the follower event that got me 20 followers in like 3 days! Obviously theres so many more that are constantly supporting me but those were the ones that gave me giant boosts and I felt like I needed to thank :)

Here's how it works

❤️You don’t have to be following me to participate but hey it's fun here (and it's free and greatly appreciated if you do🥺)

❤️Pretty please reblog if you participate

❤️Tag me in completed prompts if you do choose to write one so I can make sure it gets all the love it deserves.

❤️Two fics for each prompt. two promts max for each fic.

❤️Tell me if you want it as a request for me to write or if you want to write it

❤️Send me an ask with your username (so i can add you to the list), who you are writing for/who you want me to write for, the prompt number

❤️Any fandom is cool if you’re writing it, and if you want me to write for something other than HP I make no promises but please feel free to ask, I’ll try my best to write about it if I know it.

❤️OC’s are also allowed!

❤️Smut is a-okay, just make sure you tag appropriately since I do have some under 18’s following me. (NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS, INC*ST, or DUB/NON-CON)

❤️HAVE FUN! This is as much for you guys as it is for me!

💙I will cross out prompts once two have been requested so you know which ones are still available. So keep an eye out for the updated versions. (I’ll add a link in my bio and masterlist)

💙I also will keep the pronouns in the request as she/he/they so that way I can get as many people included as possible. It will still count as the same request no matter the reader's gender identity.

ANGST PROMPTS (my personal favorite category)

1)“She’s/He’s/They're not yours.”

2)“It wasn’t meant to go this far”

3)“Please, not now.”

4)“There's no us, there never was.”

5)“You were ready to leave me for her/him/them?”

6)“Why didn’t you tell me?”

7)“If lies keep spewing from your lips, I will walk right out that door.”

8)“Sort yourself out first”

9)“You deserve so much better”

10)“But you’re married?”

11)“My mom asked about you again…” (can be concept or dialogue) (2/2)

( @thoseofgreatambition Fred Weasley)

( @shaynawrites23 Bucky Barnes x Reader)

12)“Shut up”

13)“Are you ever going to listen?”

14)“I wish I could undo how I feel about you.”

15)“Trust me, if I could take it back I would.”

16)“I don’t know you anymore.”

17)“Leave. Leave and never come back.” (1/2)

( @wand3ringr0s3 George Weasley)

18)“You never meant that much to me.”

19)“Please..Just stay.”

20)“If you’re so damn miserable, then leave.” (1/2)

( @summer-writes Draco x Reader)

21)“I’m sorry but I don’t remember you..”

FLUFF PROMPTS

22)“I love your hugs.”

23)“Can we stay like this forever.”

24)“Of course I love you, you idiot.”

25)“You’re in love with her/him/them!”

26)“I want to marry you.” (1/2)

( @shaynawrites23 Bucky Barnes x Reader)

27)“Is..Is that my shirt?” (1/2)

( @iliveiloveiwrite Pancakes )

28)“Just stay a little longer?”

29)“We’re in this together now.”

30)“If they hurt you, they hurt me.”

31)“I was practicing all day what to say to you”

@mxl-foy

32)“Do you have to be that painfully beautiful.” (1/2)

( @harrysweasleys Fred Weasley x Reader)

33)“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

34)“You deserve to be happy.” (1/2)

( @thoseofgreatambition Fred Weasley)

35)“Well. If you saw yourself how I saw you, could you blame me?” (1/2)

( @harrysweasleys Fred Weasley x Reader)

36)“Hey. Don’t hide from me, please.”

37)“You're so cuddly today. I love it.”

38)“I’d be happy here with you.”

39)“Of course I would. That’s what you do for people you love.”

40)“I don’t care what everyone else thinks, to me, you’re perfect.”

JUST BREAK MY HEART PLEASE

41)“And you think that didn’t hurt me too?” (1/2)

( @wand3ringr0s3 George Weasley)

42)“Do you only think about yourself?”

43)“You made me do this!”

44)“Everyone hates me now and it’s your fault.”

45)“I just want this to end.”

46)“Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

47)“Guess I loved you more after all.”

48)“I have nothing left to say to you.”

49)“I can’t just pretend that didn’t happen.”

50)“I don’t think I can forgive you. No matter how hard you beg.”

51)“No. Not again. I can’t handle this.”

52)“And..? Is that supposed to change my mind?”

53)“Save your speech for someone who cares.”

54)“Next time you decimate someone, make sure to invite a reporter.”

55)“The person in our living room can hold you together until you come up with a way to shatter more dramatically.”

56)“Is this just a game to you?”

57)“Stop laughing. For once in your life, take this seriously.”

58)“You broke me and all you can think to say is ‘i’m sorry?!”

59)“This was all an act. (?)”

60)“Stop making this a habit.”

Teasing:

61)“I think I’ll make you beg for it.”

62)“Look at me.”

63)“God I love it when you say my name like that.”

64)“Do you understand how beautiful you look?” (1/2)

( @obsessedwithrandomthings Sausage rolls)

65)“I have a better use for that mouth.” (1/2)

( @obsessedwithrandomthings George Weasley)

66)“I’ve wanted you since I knew what that phrase meant.”

67)“Just come here.”

68)“I could make you scream.”

69)“Just for me right?”

70)“Behave.”

71)“God you’re such a brat.” “And you love it”

72)“Don’t hide from me. I want to see you.”

73)“Well good morning to you too”

74)“Just relax.”

75)“Bite me.” “With pleasure.”

76)“Like what you see?”

77)“Don’t give me that look.”

78)“Didn’t know you could do that.”

79)“Keep it up and see what happens.”

80)“Make me.”

Smut: (Some of these are...a lot...I’m sorry in advance.)

81)“Just try to stay quiet.”

82)“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

83)“I'm pregnant, not made of glass.”

84)“Just wait until we’re alone.”

85)“Were you just touching yourself?”

86)“Damn, you made a mess.”

87)“I can’t wait to taste you.”

88)“I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

89)“That dress would look better on my floor.”

90)“I’m still sore from last night.”

91)“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” “who said I want that?”

92)“Look what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”

93)“Are you just going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

94)“I just want you to be happy. And naked.”

95)“You make such pretty noises.”

96)“Not until you properly beg for it.”

97)“Do you think you’ve been good enough for that?”

98)“You look so beautiful tied up like that.”

99)“No. I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

100)“We’re going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

#follower event #pit-and-the-pen follower event #100 followers #harry potter #dialogue prompt #thank you all so much #this is honestly beyond crazy that it happened #just a million thank yous!#angst #smut #oc character #reader insert #slytherin reader #hufflepuff reader #ravenclaw reader #gryffindor reader

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disregardcanon · 3 years

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end of year writing meme

time for my end of year writing meme! this has been a tradition for me since 2015 or 16, so i’m excited to keep it up :) i normally do it ON new year’s eve because i write over winter break. but.

i have the depression/anxiety cocktail and have to go back to teaching next monday so i highly doubt i’ll get anything else written or posted by then. sigh

tagging @titaniumsansa @bodhimcbodeface and anyone else who wants to do it

Total Stories Written: 18 on ao3 19 completed total

Total Words Written: i know my ao3 stats are shifted p drastically this year because i updated two extensive drabble collections, but i do have more unposted drafts this year so i’ll just go with it. 96k Average Words Per Story: about 5k as the mean, which tracks Shortest Story: 370 words Heaven on Her Mind Longest: 11,875 words Academia Nuts

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

less! i knew i’d write less this year than i have in the past because student teaching and then first year of teaching are both supposed to be hell, but i kind of expected going into quarantine that would give me the time and energy to write.

but NO! in some months of quarantine i wrote less than i did during student teaching, certified most stressful time of my life

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write most?

pairing: cassunzel! coming in clutch at 6 stories

genre: no fucking clue

fandom: tangled was the most by number, but i think jedi fallen order is the most by word count because those two fics combined come in about 13k

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? uh, that’s probably rwby. i always knew that when i watched rwby i’d go feral but i didn’t expect to watch it this year

Did you take any writing risks this year? i think my biggest writing risk was writing a 12k fic with romcom tropes about a platonic relationship no one cares about from a mainly dead fandom

Academia Nuts, the one where merlin and morgana are bickering in-laws and academic rivals

Do you have any fanfic or general writing goals for the new year? i would frankly just like the time and energy TO write. this year has been the most stressful and depressing time of my life and that’s reflected in my writing output. i would like to see more output because i have more energy and drive to do the things that make me happy again

From the past year of writing, what was your…

Best story of this year: the thing with feathers fluttering in her chest the jedi fallen order fic about trilla suduri capturing cal kestis but still eventually deciding to defect

Personal favorite: Smoke Rises, Cinder Falls my personal take on the cinder backstory before it dropped! while i definitely like where the show took the backstory better because the hotel imagery is TOP NOTCH i still love what i did here. i think that i made good use of style and the information that we had, and i think that the salem connection works very nicely

Most under-appreciated: i know calling a fic with 65 kudos “underrated” is a bit ridiculous, but this is for a very large fandom. it might be dead but i still think it could drum up a bit more support :(

Academia Nuts, the merlin and morgana are bickering in-laws and academic rivals fic

Most fun to write: as a reward for being so fucking happy that biden won the election for real, i rewarded myself by writing the pines family reacting to it

Remember, Remember the 7th of November

Story with the single sexiest moment: how about that inquisitor caltrilla au?

I Want You to Want Me

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: captive caresses, the one where the v shaped polyamory dynamic that i normally do with cassunzel and new dream isn’t so healthy

Most challenging to write: from a technical standpoint that would be academia nuts, but from a personal standpoint...

Scar Tissue, the steven universe fic about connie still keeping secrets from her parents

Biggest disappointment: frankly, nothing i wrote this year can be a disappointment because i put words on a page. however, i will say that i could have polished this one that i wrote years ago up more before i posted it

Holy Ground, the shireen/jeyne poole fic from like 2015

Favorite character to write: i didn’t get stuck on a fandom long enough to get a favorite character to write tbh

Favorite opening lines:

Sometimes, when Rapunzel wakes up in the morning, she likes to pretend that everything is alright. She closes her eyes and imagines that Cass is right down the hall, just like she used to be. Rapunzel will burst into her room as soon as she gets up, ready to plot some new mischief to keep them busy for the day. Cass will roll her eyes, but she’ll go along with it because she secretly enjoys Rapunzel’s plans. She’ll smile when Rapunzel isn’t looking, and she’ll call her Raps with a soft fondness that makes Rapunzel's heart melt.

Jeung

Sophie knows that she shouldn’t be walking home alone at this hour. Of course she knows that. She’s a tiny white girl who lives in Gotham with little self-defense training or experience in athletics. She’s had “don’t walk home alone” beaten into her head for so many years she wonders if those were the first words the nurse said when she came into this world.

Not “it’s a girl!” but “don’t let her walk home alone at night!”

Walk Me Home in the Dead of Night

Favorite closing lines:

“Follow me,” the fairy godmother ordered, taking a brisk step forward. Cinder followed without question, just a step behind. Following, following, following- just as she would be following her until the end of time. Cinder was her protege, after all, and must be prepared to take over the fairy godmother’s work someday.

That day would not come for many years, but it would come. And the fairy godmother would finally have everything she ever wanted.

Smoke Rises, Cinder Falls

Trilla can’t exactly have her second-in-command stay that low in the hierarchy forever. A consort to a queen needs to walk only a few steps behind her, after all.

I Want You to Want Me

Other favorite lines:

She can lead a horse to independent thought, but she can’t make him think.

The Name Game

When Trilla gets back to her room, she grabs the damn cube and throws it against her wall as hard as she can. It doesn’t break, because the holocron is made of stronger stuff than that. Cal Kestis is made of stronger stuff than that.

Maybe she’s the only one in the world who’s so capable of shattering.

the thing with feathers fluttering in her chest

“You don’t have to forgive him,” Fuyumi says, “just don’t kill him.”

“Because he can’t come back from that?” Dabi demands, “a corpse can’t decide that it wants to love its daughter, right?” Dabi watches as the knife twists, and Fuyumi’s facade finally crumbles. She slams her mug of tea down on the table, and they're both lucky that it's not full anymore or the hot liquid would have come flying out.

Justice Without Dispassion

“But you’re a good trainer,” Lillie says, “you’re what I want to evolve into.” Selene shakes her head.

“We're from different evolutionary lines,” she says, “you evolving into me would be like- I don’t know. A Charmander evolving into a Blastoise.” Lillie looks like she’s holding the fur even tighter, and Selene snakes her hand underneath to disentangle Lillie’s hand from the fur and give her something else to clutch. Lillie squeezes her hand like a stuffed Jigglypuff that people carry around to squeeze away their stress.

“But what if I’m stuck at Charmander forever, and what if Blastoise is better than Charizard, and what if I’m just- just not cut out for this?”

Even Gods Like Cuddles

“Do you remember when we were really little,” you say, “and I used to come over for dress up parties. I’d wear your extra princess dress, let you do my hair however you wanted.” You smile, thinking about how cute the pictures that Bianca’s mom took of you two looked. Your mother always said that they’d be good blackmail material, someday, but-

It wasn’t ever shameful, especially not if your mother didn’t make you feel ashamed.

“Of course,” Bianca says, “you were always the best at sitting still. No one else would have let me do their nails and makeup.” You’re not looking at her, but you can hear the soft smile in her voice.

“You were always so indulgent, Hils. I really appreciated that.”

“I wasn’t being indulgent,” you say, balling your hand into a little fist and rubbing your thumb over your knuckles.

“I always- I just,” you say, “I wanted to be that “girl friend” that you always wanted.”

Girl Talk

#end of year writing meme #writing meme #sunkelles writes

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bellero · 5 years

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The Parker Twins - Part 3.

Summary: This is just a reimagined version of Homecoming but Peter has a twin sister.

Warnings: The occasional swear, arguing, mentions of dead parents.

Authors note: I haven’t updated this in forever, however I want to get back on track with my writing. Also, I decided to miss out the trip to Washington so it gets straight to the angst! Also remember to leave feedback!!

The Parker Twins Masterlist

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May had allowed you to stay home from school after learning about what had happened at the party. You had spent the majority of the day moping around alone, Peter was in school and May was at work, you were bored. Tony had managed to get every trace of the video removed, of course that didn’t fully undo the damages as the entire school was present and saw you punch Flash in the face but still, it was something.

You were currently in bed, facing the wall with your duvet up to your neck and earphones in your ears, music at full volume. The feeling of dread was still prominent throughout your body, you knew you’d have to go back to school, you knew you were going to have to face up with what you did. I mean sure, Flash deserved it because he was being a total dick but that didn’t stop the pounding voice in the back of your head yelling at you for reacting so irrationally.

You let out a groan when you heard a knock on the door, you ignored it and threw the blankets over your head letting out a small sigh when the knocking stopped. You turned up your music all the way, blocking out any noise from the outside world. You were about to fall asleep when somebody ripped the blanket away from your body. You shot up and glared at the figure in front of you, “what do you want?” you grumbled as you took out your earphones.

Tony leant against your desk with his arms crossed, “a little birdie told me you didn’t go to school today… I was just wondering why” you frowned with a furrowed brow, “I punched a guy in the face, Tony, in front of the entire school. I’d rather not show my face in that hellhole again, thank you very much.” You reached down and grabbed your blanket, “now, if you don’t mind, I was going to take a nap. You may show yourself out” You said gesturing towards your door, you led back down and pulled the blanket over your face. You heard Tony let out a sigh, “fine, I guess I’ll need to find somebody else to test out my new lab equipment”.

You quickly climbed out of bed and onto your feet, “test out what now?” you asked, pushing hair out of your face. Tony smirked, “we’re moving the headquarters upstate, I got a bunch of new lab equipment. Thought it’d be boring to test it out myself” you nodded your head.

“Yeah, I already know about the move upstate. Hello, I hack you for a living. But- why did you come here?” You asked, Tony rolled his eyes at your hacking comment “Peter left Happy a voicemail saying how you were moping about, thought you’d rather do something useful with your time other than lay in bed listening to, whatever that crap was”.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment about your music taste, “gimme 10 minutes” you said, pushing him out of your room.

You stepped out of your room but stopped at Tony who was looking at the photos on the wall, “that’s my uncle Ben… He died a few weeks after Peter got his powers” you said as you walked over to stand next to him. He pointed at the one next to it “those your parents?” he asked, you nodded your head “I don’t really remember them, same with Peter. Most of our memories have come from photos and home videos… It’s weird, they’re my parents. I should be able to remember them but I just… don’t. Peter remembers way more than me, I don’t get it” you shrugged, you walked towards the fridge and started writing on the magnetic notepad attached to it.

Gone out with Mr. Stark. Be back soon. Love, y/n.

You grabbed a jacket, “what’d you mean you can’t remember your parents?” Tony asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “I dunno. The only memories I’ve ever had of them have been from photos and stuff. Peter remembers them, he can’t remember much but he remembers them” you explained as you walked out of your apartment, Tony stood around as you locked the door.

You and Tony walked side by side as you exited the building, you let out a whistle “nice car” you said as you ran you hand along the bumper, you opened the door and sat down. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a car person” Tony remarked as he turned the engine on, “seatbelt” he said which made you roll your eyes. “I’m not a car person, I just know a good car when I see one” you muttered whilst clipping in your seatbelt.

“How’s Peter handling the whole Spider-Man thing?” Tony asked quickly glancing over at you as he drove, “I mean… he’s handling like you’d expect a teenager to handle it. Although he has quit band practice, and he almost quit the Decathalon. I don’t know, I think he feels like he HAS to protect people, I mean he’s still a kid… he shouldn’t be throwing away his life to be in some dumb suit” you finished with a huff. Tony pondered over what you had said, he slowly nodded his head “I get it… I was like that when I first became Iron Man, I was obsessed with the suits. It made me feel complete, y’know?” you nodded your head, “also, I designed that suit so stop insulting it” you grinned and shook your head.

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You were stood outside of the Avengers HQ with Tony stood next to you, “so, what’d you think?” he asked looking over at you, he started walking towards the entrance, you quickly followed. You looked around, “I mean… it’s a bit… loud? I thought top secret military bases were supposed to be inconspicuous… This is a huge white building with Jets in the front yard” you observed whilst putting your hands in your pockets, “okay. One, this isn’t a military base, it’s a headquarters- don’t roll your eyes at me, and two, I chose the design so shut up” he said causing you to let out a snort.

You walked into the building, you stopped for a second and slowly spun around taking everything in, “holy shit. This place is huge!” Tony looked smug, “but seriously, your design sucks” he flicked the back of your head, “ouch! You don’t have to be a dick about it, jeez” you muttered whilst rubbing your head, “let’s go show you that lab” he said, changing the conversation. He placed his hands on your shoulders and started to steer you in the direction of the elevators.

You waved at Happy who was exiting one of the elevators, “is everything set up?” Tony asked, Happy nodded his head “yeah, there’s still some stuff at the tower but they’ll be going out with the plane” he explained whilst ignoring your little wave. They exchanged a few more words before you and Tony stepped into the elevator, “bye Happy!” you yelled just before the doors closed, “so, is his name really Happy, or is that just a nickname because obviously it doesn’t match his personality…” you trailed off causing Tony to laugh a little, he shook his head before stepping out of the now opened elevator doors, you followed. He spoke as he walked “his real name is Harold, but I wouldn’t advise calling him that” you nodded your head and followed him through a sliding door.

You froze in your spot and gaped at the room you were currently stood in, “you’re going to catch flies” Tony muttered before walking over to a table. You slowly walked around the room, running your hand over different machines and work tops, you stopped and pointed towards a robot with a dunce cap on its head “why did you put a dunce cap on a robot?” you asked, Tony looked over at you “oh, that’s Dum.E. He tipped coffee on the worktop and caused some water damage” you frowned at his comment, you took the cap off and patted the robot on the head. You walked over and stood next to Tony, placing the small cap on the table next to you. He pressed a button on the side of the table making a hologram appear in front of you, you let out a small laugh “that’s awesome” you held out your right hand and made the hologram of your brothers suit spin. Tony waved his hand again “I wanna figure out some upgrades for your brother’s suit-” he began before you quickly interrupted him which caused him to look at you in surprise “yeah sounds cool, but, how about instead of working on my brothers already perfect suit we make me my own suit…” you trailed off, he cocked his head “yeah. We can make it white and gold… it’ll be great! Plus, it’ll give you the chance to really challenge some of this newer equipment” you turned to him, he pondered it for a moment before bringing up a clean slate on the hologram, “okay, kid. You’re in control” he said, you bounced on your feet for a moment, “I was thinking of making it like yours… Y’know with thrusters since I can’t exactly swing from buildings. Obviously, I don’t have the room to hide a giant suit so I’ve been playing around with the idea of nanotech… I could hide it in a small bracelet or something, I don’t know” you quickly shied away when you realised you were rambling. Tony nodded his head “you’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?” you shrugged your shoulders, nodding your head ever so slightly “I mean… I guess? I see what Peter does, helping people… I want to do that; I want to help others… I mean, I’m pretty useless in every other department” Tony frowned at that, “so why not put what I’m good at into use” you shrugged your shoulders.

Tony was about to respond when your phone pinged, you looked and saw a text from Aunt May, you let out a groan “Peter hasn’t come back from school, May’s freaking out because he isn’t answering his phone” you quickly replied and pocketed your phone, “could you drop me back?” Tony nodded his head.

As he drove you back Ned rang you, “he’s done what?! Okay, thanks for telling me. I’ll see you at school. Bye” you hung up the phone and let out a groan of frustration, Tony glanced at you “everything okay?” he asked, you sighed and shook your head,

“Peter found this weird glowing thing from these criminal guys who are using them to make weapons, he put a tracker on one of them and found out that there’s a buy going down on some ferry so he’s gone to stop it” Tony tensed up slightly and pulled up outside your house, “thanks for today. I really needed an excuse to leave my bed” you said whilst climbing out of the car, “bye!” you waved before stepping into the apartment building.

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It had been a few hours; Peter still wasn’t home. You and May had seen on the news about being split in half, you knew Peter was part of it. You were sat down as May was pacing the room. Your head shot up when the door opened, you furrowed your eyebrows at your brothers’ state, he was wearing hello kitty pyjama trousers and an oversized ‘I survived my trip to NYC t-shirt “hey” he whispered at May, she inhaled deeply and walked over to him,

“I’ve been calling you all day. You didn’t answer your phone. You can’t do that. Then this ferry thing happens. I’ve called five police stations” she spoke, she was clearly still panicking, “five, I’ve called five of your friends”

“May, I’m okay. Honestly. Just relax, I’m fine” Peter spoke quietly trying to soothe her.

May turned to face Peter, “cut the bullshit. I know you left detention. I know you left the hotel room in Washington. I know you sneak out of this house every night. That’s not fine.” She took a breath “Peter, you have to tell me what’s going on. Just lay it out. It’s just us” she said motioning between you and her. Peter’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears “I lost the Stark internship” he said quickly glancing at you, you stood up “what? What happened?” you asked walking over to him, he collapsed onto the sofa as tears started streaming down his face, he shrugged of the hand you placed on his shoulder which caused you to step back a bit. May shot you a sympathetic look, assuming he was too emotional to want comfort.

Peter let out a sigh “I just thought I could work really hard. I screwed it up” May started stroking his back “it’s okay” she repeated softly,

“I’m sorry I made you worry” Peter said with a sigh, May shook her head

“You know I’m not trying to ruin your life… Just- I used to sneak out too” she sniffed Peter’s hair, “and take a shower. You smell like garbage” she said making Peter laugh slightly, he shook his head at her comment “I know” he stood up and walked towards the bathroom, not giving you another glance.

You turned to May “do you think he’s mad at me?” you asked wringing your hands together, she cocked her head to the side “why would he be mad? This isn’t your fault” she said, you nodded your head.

“Anyway, how was it hanging out with Tony?” she asked, you smiled and nodded your head “yeah it was really fun, he let me test out a bunch of new equipment” May smiled at your excitement, “that’s great. I’m going to head out and grab some Pizza, will you talk to Peter for me? I know he’s holding back about something and I know he’ll tell you” you nodded, she placed a kiss on her forehead “be back soon” she said and walked out the door.

You walked over to Peter’s bedroom and knocked on the door “hey, can I talk to you?” you asked, you didn’t hear anybody respond so you slowly opened the door and frowned at your brother who was lying in bed, “I’m sorry you lost the internship… I know how much it meant to you” you said whilst leaning against the door frame, “if it helps May’s gone to get some pizza”. You sighed when he didn’t reply.

“He took the suit… Mr. Stark took the suit” he swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood up, “he also said that you told him I quit band. Why would you do that?” he asked, you narrowed your eyes “he asked how you were coping with being Spiderman, I said you quit band. So what?” you asked crossing your arms, still confused by his irritation towards you. He let out a groan of frustration “you were with him all day today?” he asked, you nodded your head “I know you told him where I was, this happened because of you” he spat, you quickly sat up straight and stared at him, “excuse me? What happened was not my fault. You’re the one who thought it would be a good idea to chase after those men despite me, Ned and Tony saying that it was a bad idea” he went to speak but you interrupted “and you know what? I’m glad Tony stopped you. You could’ve hurt those people, Peter. You could have died” you sucked in a shuddering breath “I’m sorry you lost the internship. I really am, but I’m not getting the blame for your screw ups” you turned and slammed the door before storming off to your room.

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