#this one is kinda short

[walrus150915]

Nimona headcanons part 3 bc I'm insane (out of order and disorganized so like- be ready) and bc it's my new year gift for y'all

• Nimona mostly talks like a normal teen but sometimes she'd use words that show her real age. "Sonorous", "vapidity" n stuff like that. Her vocabulary is INSANELY huge

• Ambrosius tries not to swear so he uses a lot of silly replacements instead. "HOLY S- golly!!", "You son of a b- bishop". Like I'm sorry but he's the type of guy to say fricking instead of, yknow, the intended word. Ballister finds it endearing; Nimona finds it stupid

• Yes yes he does replace sex with lovemaking. Yes he purely refers to him and Bal going at it as "making love". Yes he's a fellow like that

• Ballister doesn't drink alcohol. I know that's implied in the movie that he drinks (although I thought he drank, like, soda?? On the other hand he is a wholeass thirty years old man who's seen some shit so I wouldn't be surprised) but idk he strikes me as a type to refuse drinking out of moral code. He doesn't eat pork for the same reasons (pushing my cultural Muslim Ballister agenda)

• Ambrosius drinks only during celebrations or parties. Not much because he's a light drinker😭 one cup and he's already lying on the floor, crying and hyperanalyzing his life

• after Nimona came back Ambrosius was not safe from her jokes. Neither of them despised each other (not after Nimona saved the whole Kingdom and not after Ambrosius proved he really isn't a jerk) but boy does Nimona make fun of him on any given occasion. Ambrosius was taken aback by this at first but then he just got used to it

• Ambrosius is being kinda petty and jealous when Ballister spends more time with Nimona than him ("Although now apparently he's got a new best friend, what's that about?!"), not in a way that'd make it unhealthy ofc but still😭. Him and Ballister were tied to the hip for like the most of their lives and now there's someone ELSE Ballister likes to hang out with? Ugh🙄

• Ambrosius had a diary when he was a teen, he didn't write much there (one or two sentences a day). Once he became an adult he kind of forgot about it but after the whole... Hunting stuff started happening he found himself writing a ton of sentences there again

• when him and Bal started dating Ambrosius had a whole page in that diary filled with "Ambrosius Boldheart" HE'S A GUY LIKE THAT OKAY

• Ambrosius likes to attack Ballister's face with quick little kisses. If he pecked his forehead he must peck his cheeks and nose and eyelids and cheekbones etc etc

• Nimona sometimes speaks in rhymes. She doesn't know how she's doing it but her tongue just does it on its own. ("Let's go dunk on the punk in the trunk")

• Ballister has actually been a year older than everyone in his class, another reason why he was the black sheep™

• Ambrosius can play the flute and the piano due to his noble upbringing he HATES whenever someone brings it up tho

• Nimona and Ballister have those nights where they recall historical facts and situations and Nimona shows her perspective of the things. "The guy claimed to be a war criminal was the biggest sweetheart in the world what are you onnn". Ballister wrecks his brain trying to understand if she's serious or not

• Ballister doesn't get a lot of the jokes, they just fly over his head. Only after some time he starts getting them, like in the middle of the night randomly going "ohhhh that's what she meant"

• first time Ambrosius and Ballister made out Ambrosius threw his hands in the air and said "yayy :D"

• Ballister's haircare routine is better than you think it is he's just casual about it. Yes he uses coconut oil like his life depends on it

• Ambrosius's complexion is leaner but Bal's is broader. So when they exchange clothes it doesn't fit because Bal's shirts are too loose on Ambrosius but also kinda short and Ambrosius's are kinda long but too tight in the shoulders for Bal. They still think it's sweet to swap their clothes sometimes

[gently-decaying-flowers]

last one i’m gonna post tonight (probably….)

anyways Ch 2 Crowley 👀

The Reunion- Crowley Ch 2

Crowley dropped the stack of books he was holding. He slowly stood up to his full height. He stood in shock, wondering if he had reached the point of insanity to where he hallucinated Aziraphale.

“So, tea?” His angel sat in his chair, the one he sat in every day for years and years. He miracled himself a cup of tea, but didn’t take a sip. Crowley slowly sat in his own seat across from the angel.

“You’re really back. Right?” He asked, dumbstruck.

“Well, only for a little bit. Muriel may or may not have tricked me back down here.” He laughed awkwardly, staring into his tea.

“I’m shocked. Didn’t expect Supreme Archangel Aziraphale to get tricked.” Crowley scoffed, but he was still horribly nervous.

“Oh Crowley please don’t start with that ‘Supreme Archangel’ stuff. I hate the title almost as much as you do.” Crowley backed down seeing Azi so disheartened. He also heard the angel say his name for the first time in a month and it broke him a little bit.

“Aziraphale.” He whispered now, he didn’t have the strength to say this at a normal volume. Azi looked at him, tired and pleading.

“I’m not mad at you angel.” He sighed, happy to finally be able to tell him. Aziraphale looked even more relieved.

“Crowley, but how?”

“I trust you. I know you made the best choice that you saw in the moment. And I knew after six thousand years, and- that day. I knew you wouldn’t leave me forever.” Crowley closed his eyes, willing the tears not to escape.

“I- I don’t know what to say.” Aziraphale gently rested on Crowley’s leg, and rather than flinch, Crowley laid his hand on top of Azi’s.

“I know you have to go back.” Crowley said sadly, finally looking into Aziraphale’s eyes.

“Not yet.” Aziraphale fully took Crowley’s hands.

“I have another thing to say.” Crowley stated, Azi waited patiently.

“I’m sorry for… kissing you that day.” Crowley once again dropped the angel’s gaze.

“Oh. Well- that’s definitely not how I had imagined it going… that’s for sure.” Azi chuckled. Crowley thought for a second that Aziraphale had also imagined their first kiss.

“I just- I thought maybe you’d stay if you knew…” Crowley admitted, slightly mortified but too tired to care.

“We both thought foolishly that day my dear. At this point, it’s over and we need to focus on the now.” Azi gently pulled Crowley back to meet his gaze.

“You’re right angel.” Crowley sighed, he felt comfortable. Finally having talked to Azi eased his mind. “When do you have to go back… upstairs?”

“Late tomorrow evening.” Azi frowned, he clearly didn’t want to go back. Crowley desperately wished he could help. He hated seeing his angel so hopeless.

“Well, you’ve got a lot of time till then. We can do whatever you want until then.” Crowley offered. Azi smiled.

“May I tempt you to a walk in the park?” Aziraphale stood and offered his hand to Crowley.

“Consider me tempted.”

[aceghosts]

Oh, The Reckoning Begins Chapter 4

Series Summary: Five years ago, Junior Deputy Blue Murphy disappeared with Joseph Seed at the final standoff, only to be found a year later in Dutch's bunker. Now, five years later from that final standoff, Blue Murphy and Hope County have moved on with their lives. However, new sinister forces threaten Blue's life, and they will have to rely on the man who started this all to survive: Joseph Seed.

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Like last chapter, this chapter contains mentions of canon deaths in FC5. This chapter also deals with a lot of trauma and survivor's guilt. Let me know if I need to tag for anything else.

Words: 2,549 words.

Ships: Just Kim/Nick this chapter, but this is a Junior Deputy/Joseph Seed Fic.

AO3

Blue pulls into the driveway out front of the Rye home, peace and happiness washing over them. Since the war in Hope County, Nick, Kim, and Carmina had become family to Blue. Besides the fact that Blue was Carmina’s godparent, the Ryes joined Blue in Colorado for Christmas one year when Kim and Nick couldn’t visit their respective families. Their mom, stepdad, Eric, Nadia, and Christina had treated the Ryes like one of their own, spoiling Carmina, and making Kim and Nick feel welcome. As Blue parks the truck, Boomer stands, front paws on the car door as his ears point forward. His tail wags a million miles an hour, eagerly barking and whining. Whenever visiting the Ryes, Boomer became a young dog again, mostly due to Carmina’s influence. The door to the Rye home opens, Carmina rushing out the door with Nick close behind. Blue leans over, opening the door for Boomer. He leaps from the truck, a blur of black, grey, and white as he sprints to meet Carmina. The pair meet halfway, Boomer licking Carmina happily as she laughs in joy, crying, “BOOMER!”

They follow, getting out and closing the doors of the truck. As Blue makes their way over, they hold out their arms, teasing Carmina, “What am I? Chopped Liver?”

“BLUE!” Carmina runs from Boomer towards Blue, her arms outstretched. Blue picks her up, spinning Carmina around as she laughs. They hug her before letting her down to go play with Boomer some more.

Nick joins them, laughing as Carmina and Boomer roughhouse each other. “Guess we know who’s her favorite,’ He jokes, before pulling Blue into a hug, ‘It’s good to see you, Blue.”

Blue eagerly returns the hug; Nick always gives the best goddamn hugs. Kim once compared him to a teddy bear, and Blue couldn’t help but agree that Nick was a big ol’ teddy bear. “Good to see you too, Nick,’ They let go of him, ‘I really need the weekly dinner with the Rye family. I even brought some beer for you and Kim.”

“That bad, huh?” Nick responds as he accompanies Blue to their truck.

They nod, getting the pack of beers and handing it to Nick. Lowering their voice, Blue says, “You, Kim, and I need to talk after dinner. You two need to hear this.” Nick grimaces, looking anxious at their words as he takes the beer. Changing the subject, Blue asks, How’s the plane?”

“Good! I’ve been teaching Carmina some stuff!” Nick brightens up, always smiling whenever talking about his plane. “She’s a real natural, Blue. When Carmina is old enough, I’m going to have her flying in no time.”

“Are you four planning to come in? Or are you going to stand out there all night?” Kim asks, poking her head out the door.

Nick and Blue both laugh. “Sorry, Kim,’ Blue calls, ‘we got distracted.”

Carmina runs over to them both, holding out her arms for Blue to pick her up. “Piggyback ride?” She asks, giving Blue those big brown, puppy dog eyes.

Kneeling to her level, Blue lets Carmina get on their back for a piggyback ride. “You spoil her.” Nick teases as Blue stands up with Carmina on their back.

“And you don’t?”

He laughs. “Let’s get inside before we make Kim come back out for a second time.”

--

Blue closes Goodnight Moon, their throat tight as they look over at Carmina. In her dimly lit room, Carmina lays in bed with Boomer, snugly wrapped in a purple comforter. Her right arm lays slung over Boomer’s back, holding onto him gently. Boomer is next to her on the left, eyes closed as he snores softly. “Keep an eye on her for me, Boomer,” They command softly, placing Goodnight Moon on top of the end table. Getting up from the rocking chair quietly, Blue walks to the doorway of Carmina’s room. As they reach the doorway, Blue looks back at Carmina, remembering the first time they held her.

--

“Do you want to hold your goddaughter?”

Blue’s eyes widen in surprise as they look at Kim, Carmina in her arms. It wouldn’t be the first time Blue held a baby. Back when Christina, their other goddaughter, was born, Blue held her plenty of times. Something about holding Carmina just seemed different. In the war with Eden’s Gate, Blue’s hands had become weapons of violence. Did their hands remember how to be gentle anymore? Did their hands remember how to be kind?  “Are you sure?” Their voice is hesitant, so unlike Blue most of the time.

Kim nods, smiling warmly at Blue. “Just make sure you support her head.”

She gently hands Carmina to Blue, helping them get into position. Blue’s heart squeezes tightly as they gaze down at their goddaughter. She coos at Blue, her warm brown eyes staring up at them inquisitively. “Hey Carmina,” Blue greets quietly, swallowing the lump in their throat. Carmina giggles, smiling brightly as she continues to stare. Tears burn in their throat, their love for Carmina overwhelming Blue. Joseph Seed and his goddamn army would never lay a single fucking finger on Carmina’s head; Blue would goddamn make sure of that. Joseph Seed would never have the chance to hurt Carmina, not in the way he’s hurt so many others. “I promise Carmina; I won’t let anyone hurt you, especially Eden’s Gate.”

--

They shake their head, guilt and duty overwhelming them. If no one stopped New Eden’s Gate, what would stop them from returning to Hope County? What would stop them from murdering Nick and Kim, and taking Carmina? What would stop them from brainwashing Carmina into being a loyal follower of Eden’s Gate, of Joseph Seed? Pushing those grim thoughts from their head, Blue turns the light off, plunging the room into darkness. Eden’s Gate, old or new, would never lay a hand on Carmina. Not as long as Blue was still alive.

--

Making their way back downstairs, Blue enters the living room, finding that Kim and Nick have already put dinner away. “You didn’t have to clean up without me; I could have helped.”

Nick shakes his head. “You’ve already done enough, especially getting Carmina to bed. You’re the only person she goes to sleep easy for.” He pats the seat on the couch next to him. “Come sit.”

“It’s cuz she looks up to Blue. You want anything to drink?” Kim asks, fetching a glass out of the cabinet.

“Just a glass of water if you don’t mind.” Carmina should look up to someone else, anyone else but Blue. She should strive to be the opposite of Blue, someone who wasn’t a disaster, a mess of guilt, wrath, and so many other dark emotions. Carmina’s life should be better than Blue’s life. At least, Kim and Nick were already making sure of that. Carmina’s childhood seemed like something out of a fairytale compared to Blue’s own turbulent upbringing.

“So,’ Kim asks, as she pours Blue a glass of water, ‘I heard you had a rough day.”

“Yeah,’ They rub the back of their neck uncomfortably, walking towards the couch, ‘It involved Eden’s Gate.”

Kim and Nick freeze, eyes wide as they stare at Blue in shock. Eden’s Gate caused the Rye family a lot of heartaches, especially John Seed. Between trying to steal their business and spreading rumors about Carmina’s paternity, John had effectively made Nick and Kim some of the cult’s worst enemies, and Blue’s best allies. “I think we’re going to need to be a little drunk for this conversation,’ Kim’s voice shakes faintly, concern heavy in her voice, ‘You sure you don’t want to break your no drinking rule for this?”

Blue shakes their head, taking a seat next to Nick on the couch. “No thanks, but I appreciate the offer.”

“Okay.” She enters the living room, handing Blue their glass of water before returning to the kitchen. A minute later, Kim returns with two beers, handing one to Nick before sitting down next to Blue on their right side. “Let’s hear it, Blue. What about Eden’s Gate?”

They start at the beginning, explaining how Special Agent Hawthorne showed up at the Ranger Station. They tell Kim and Nick about his case, the victims of New Eden’s Gate, and his need for Blue’s assistance. Blue follows it with Ethel and Peter showing up the next day, about their podcast and how Grace saved the day. When they finish, Nick is the first to speak. “Nuh-uh. That ain’t happening, Blue.” He shakes his head fiercely, intense anger radiating off of him.

“Which? The podcast or Joseph Seed?”

“Both,” Kim and Nick answer in unison.

Placing their glass of water on the table, Blue holds their hand up in surrender. “Oh, trust me. There isn’t a chance in hell that I’m doing that podcast. Ethel and Peter will get nothing out of me,’ Blue lowers their hands, looking between Nick and Kim, ‘You might want to be ready in case those two show up here. Ethel and Peter don’t really take no for an answer.”

“We’re ready if they come.” They follow Kim’s gaze to the front door, noting the wooden bat beside the door.

“They’re not gonna harass our family. Kim and I know where the guns are. If Ethel and Peter wanna cause trouble, they’ll get trouble,” Nick adds, before taking a sip of beer. An uneasy silence falls over the three as New Eden’s Gate's presence looms large over them.

“You’re thinking about going to see him,” Kim states softly, putting her beer down, ‘I noticed you only said that you wouldn’t do the podcast.”

“Yeah, I think I kind of have to see him.”

Nick looks at Blue like they’ve just sprouted another head. “You don’t have to do anything! Let the FBI deal with Joseph fucking Seed.”

“You don’t understand,’ Blue exclaims, fingers digging into the fabric of their tan cargo pants, ‘The FBI said that Joseph would help their investigation if he talks with me. Don’t I owe it to the families of the victims to get Joseph to help? If I don’t do that, doesn’t that make me just as responsible?”

Kim and Nick stare in horror at Blue, mouths open. Kim recovers first, taking Blue’s right hand in her own hands. Her voice is gentle and firm. “Blue, it isn’t your responsibility if people die. The only ones bearing any responsibility will be New Eden’s Gate and Joseph Seed.”

Nick nods in agreement, placing his beer down. He takes Blue’s other hand, his tone as gentle as possible. “Kim’s right, Blue. It ain’t your responsibility.”

“Thanks for the help, but isn’t it my fault? What if Joseph has valuable information that could save someone? And if I had spoken to him, that person would be alive?”

“You can’t spend your life thinking about the what ifs, Blue,’ Kim pauses, choosing her next words carefully, ‘Blue, I know you think you failed Hope County five years ago, but you didn’t fail any of us. If anything, you saved Hope County. Nick and I? We have our home; We have Carmina, because of you. We all owe you so much. Please listen to us when we say you don’t owe to anyone to see him.” She squeezes Blue’s hand gently, a motion of comfort.

“Listen to Kim, Blue. She always has the best advice,” Nick replies, having Kim’s back. In some ways, Blue feels like they did fail Hope County five years ago. They should have been able to arrest Joseph without all hell breaking loose. They should have been able to save Eli, Dutch, Virgil, Marshal Burke, and so many others. Hell, Blue should have been able to save John, Jacob, and Faith. Instead, they played the part that Joseph had set before them, and so many people paid the needless price with their lives.

“I don’t know…”

Nick releases their hand, standing up and placing his hands on his hips. “Can’t you see that you’ve done enough for everyone, Blue? All of Hope County thinks you’re a goddamn hero! You saved our lives! You gave us back our homes!”

Kim releases their hand, standing up as well. “I know you feel guilty about some of the people you couldn’t save, but no one would think less of you for not speaking to Joseph. You don’t have to face him for us. You don’t have to set yourself on fire for everyone.”

Blue sighs, knowing they were fighting a losing battle. “Can’t promise anything,’ They get up from the couch, throwing their arms around Kim’s and Nick’s shoulders, ‘But I’ll keep what you said in mind. I’m really lucky to have great friends like you two.”

Nick and Kim wrap their arms around Blue, affection overwhelming Blue. “We would do anything for one of our own,” Kim states.

“You’re a Rye, Blue. We’ll always look out for you.”

--

Blue helps Boomer up into the truck, scratching behind his ear as soon as he is settled in his seat. Boomer yawns, Blue smiling at him. Probably eager for bed just like Blue was. They close the truck door, looking over their shoulder towards the Rye home. Kim and Nick stand on the porch, watching Blue as they get into the truck. Kim has her arm around Nick’s waist, resting her head on his right shoulder as his right arm is slung around her shoulders. They both wave to Blue and Boomer from the porch, smiles on their faces. Blue’s heart squeezes painfully, guilt rising in their chest. What if the cult comes for the Ryes? What if they hurt Carmina? What if they leave her parentless? Would you really leave a little girl parentless? Haven’t you made enough children parentless?

Forcing a smile on their face, Blue waves to Kim and Nick before getting into the truck. Tears burn at the corner of their eyes as they back out of the Rye driveway. Once they pull onto the main road, Blue shakily dials Special Agent Hawthorne through the hands-free dialing. The phone rings for a few seconds before Special Agent Hawthorne answers. “Ranger Murphy?”

“Yeah, it’s me,’ They swallow, trying to keep the tremble out of their voice, ‘Did you think I wouldn’t call back?”

“No,’ He pauses briefly, ‘I thought it would take longer for you to give an answer, Ranger Murphy. You are calling to give me an answer, correct?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna do it. I’ll speak with Joseph Seed.” Their hands tighten on the steering wheel, starting to shake. From the passenger seat, Boomer whines, sensing their distress.

Special Agent Hawthorne sighs with relief through the speakers. “You don’t know how much I appreciate your assistance in this, Ranger Murphy. You’re going to be saving a lot of lives by speaking to Mr. Seed.”

Tears start to run down their cheeks, and Boomer whines again, louder this time. “No problem, but I do have some conditions. I want friends to come with me. I’m just….” Blue trails off, knowing they’re not ready to face Joseph without friends there. At least, not yet.      

“That can be arranged. How about we speak more tomorrow, Ranger Murphy? I could call you during your lunchbreak, and we can discuss specifics.”

“Yeah, that works.”

“I’ll give you a call, then. Have a good night, Ranger Murphy.”

“You too.” Blue hangs up, the first sob escaping from them. Their vision becomes blurry with tears as Blue pulls over to the side of the road. Placing the truck into park, Blue’s body shakes as intense sobs wrack their body. Boomer whines, licking at their face in an attempt to comfort Blue. They wrap their arms around Boomer, burying their face into his fur. Blue sobs loudly, holding onto Boomer like a lifeline. Fuck, they really were going to do this, weren’t they?

[probablyhuntersmom]

Grimwalker nightmare concept. The elements are taken from my space son's canon nightmare scene (link for reference) since it matches damn well: there's an Emperor..a knife..etc

[triona-tribblescore]

FASHION BABY~

(Yo-Ho-Ho) A Ninjas Life For Me

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[turtleblogatlast]

That middle child feel when you’re the one who successfully gets you and your siblings out of trouble only to immediately get jumped by them afterwards

[eternalfrowning]

pffouh

[suja-janee]

Bireena request: 1/5 (request from @/sareenademon)

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

-1 to all Wisdom checks

-1 to all Intelligence checks

[bby-deerling]

death's touch (zoro x reader nsfw)

zoro gets himself all jealous and worked up over nothing, smut ensues! afab!reader, same continuity as my other zoro x reader fics, but as always they can be read as standalones (i'll make a masterlist eventually...)

nsfw, 18+, mdni, wc 3.7k

cw for alcohol consumption, tipsy sex

Roronoa Zoro thought he knew what jealousy was.  He had completely dismissed it as an irrelevant emotion, a brief needle prick at his heart when the curly-browed freak mooned over you.  Like a mosquito bite, it was a brief annoyance that was forgotten as quickly as it came.  So why did it bother him so deeply that Traffy was following you around the ship like a stray cat, lurking in your shadows?

He respected Trafalgar Law as a man, a reluctant drinking buddy, and even as a swordsman, but on the way from Dressrosa to Zou, he had gotten far too close with you for his comfort.  For a man that was so often brooding and intense, it was strange to see him opening up and rambling to you about coins, or intensely discussing books the two of you had both read.  He even was disrupting the usual morning rituals you shared; during breakfast when you, as usual, move to quietly snatch a few extra pieces of bacon from his plate, Zoro grabs your wrist and teasingly calls you a gremlin. Before he can drop the façade, cave to the power of your mischievous grin and throw you his scraps, the surgeon had already quietly slid a few pieces of his own onto your plate.

It didn’t help that the two of you had toned down your already limited public displays of affection in an attempt to hide your relationship from Law; after all, he was a temporary ally.  However, as a side effect, Zoro was barely sleeping, restless without you pressed against him.  He had become accustomed to entangling your limbs together and napping out on the deck at least twice a day, and he was missing it like hell.  Only getting to drown himself in the comfort of your skin at nights while the two of you kept watch was beginning to slowly drive him insane.

The rest of the crew thought you were fighting; the rumor had started as an observation from Nami at the abnormal distance you two were keeping over the past few days, followed by Usopp blowing it out of proportion and spreading it around to other members of the crew.  The mere notion offended Zoro.  The two of you were so in tune with each other’s needs that you had never even gotten into so much as an argument.  Rare feelings of irritation that cropped up were fixed with a rough sparring session, voicing your feelings without words and smoothing them over with massages and long, relaxing baths.  You two simply understood each other, as deeply as two people possibly could.  So why was Traffy always staring at you with that glint in his eyes as if he knew exactly what was swirling around in your beautiful mind?

His chest nearly bursts as he stares at you sitting next to him at the bar, the glow of the aquarium casting a soft blue hue on your face.  You speak, but the blood in his head pounds so loud that he doesn’t catch the name of the drink you request from the cook.  He’s about to lean in and tease you about the hangover you’ll inevitably have the next day, the one you get every time the idiot cook serves you these fruity cocktails, but Law beats him to it, rambling in his usual dry monotone about the health effects of sugary alcoholic drinks.  Zoro clenches his jaw in annoyance, even though he knows damn well if you were telling him the exact same information he would’ve been completely engrossed in the conversation.

Sanji whispers something in your ear as he slides your drink across the bar; it’s a cosmopolitan—one of your favorites.  Preferring to drink his sake straight, he only bothers learning the name of cocktails that you like, since he knows he’ll have to figure out how to make them for you some day when the shitty cook isn’t around to wait on you hand and foot.

“For the last time, we’re not fighting, blondie!” he hears you hiss at the cook, drinking about half of your carefully crafted drink in one swig.  No matter how hard you tried, you could never manage to drink slowly, which often led to you throwing up until your entire body was left shaking.  He catches himself wondering if Traffy would still be enamored with you if he had to deal with you puking over the side of the boat.  Would the surgeon find your futile endeavors to match the pace of someone twice your size endearing in the same way that he did?  Given Law’s usual intolerance for goofy antics and drunken shenanigans, probably not.

Zoro’s train of thought is broken when you swing around on your bar stool to face him, slotting your legs in between his, then spreading them slightly to make sure your thighs were pressed together.  If you were both sober, he would’ve had the willpower to only allow the touch to go on for a few moments before pulling away, but his current haze of liquor and envy made him feel like he had something to prove.  A lovestruck smile was plastered across your face, staring up dreamily at him.  Heart on your sleeve, he appreciated that your emotions were always unabashedly raw, open, and on display; it saved him a lot of guesswork and allowed you to talk without speaking in your own secret, silent language. 

It also fed his ego tremendously that just the thought of him had you so worked up that it was shamelessly written all over your face.

“Tipsy yet, lil’ demon?” he murmurs lowly to you, already knowing the answer.  The right amount of alcohol in your system always turned you into a tease.

“Mhm!” you hum; satisfaction blooms in his chest when your face flushes bright red at the sound of his voice.  Mischief laces your eyes as you ask, “Got any sake for me tonight?”

Zoro knew the game you were playing very well, but he couldn’t help but fall for it every time.  Small whispers laced with innuendo and tiny, teasing little touches that appeared innocent on the surface slowly escalated until one of you couldn’t help yourselves anymore; he had a feeling he was going to be the one to give in first tonight despite the risk involved.

“Not yet.” he teased, sliding your drink closer to you.  “Finish this one first and maybe I’ll think about giving it to you.”  Your wanting gaze never breaks from his steel grey eye, completely transfixed on his cocky grin; your thighs press even closer to his, amusing yourself at the way the swordsman was already unraveling with such a subtle touch.  Zoro’s hand starts to move, intending to discretely trace his fingers across your thigh. Uncharacteristically he found himself not caring who saw, and perhaps hoping that a certain surgeon was staring.

Then, all of a sudden, you’re gone, whisked away to dance with Nami as Brook belts out one of the navigator’s favorite songs.  Even with the liquor in your system you have two left feet, but Nami is also too tipsy to judge and simply takes the lead instead.  Zoro scowls as the navigator sticks her tongue out and winks at him as she spins you around and pulls you close; he had a feeling she intended to make him suffer tonight for his "wrongdoings" in the completely fictional fight that her and Usopp had concocted in their own minds.

At some point, to your delight, Luffy cuts in, grabbing you and swinging you around.  Neither of you are moving in a way that truly qualifies as dancing as per usual; it’s more holding hands and slinging each other across the room with his rubbery arms than anything else.  You’re grinning from ear to ear and laughing so hard your sides ache until Luffy slings you a bit too far and accidentally lets go of your hands, hurtling you towards the aquarium tank. Robin spawns a huge hand behind the bar to catch you; however, the collision never comes.

“Room.”

“Shambles.”

A paper napkin gently flutters in the air on its way to the floor, and you’re in Law’s lap, dizzy at the sudden change in acceleration and direction.  As soon as you snap out of your disoriented state and realize where you are, you slip off of his thighs and to your feet, but when you try to walk away, you feel a hand at your waist, presumably to stabilize you.

“Be more careful, ____-ya.” he rumbles in your ear as his precise, tattooed fingers teasingly tap the bare skin of your side underneath your cropped shirt, one by one.  He does it so smoothly that Zoro wonders if you even registered it.

One, two, three, four, five.  Five inked fingers trying to mark his woman, overflowing with light and warmth, with the sick touch of death.   Five fingers dig into Zoro’s bottle of sake, one by one, poking holes in the bottle; he sighs and sloppily chugs the rest of the spirits flowing out from the broken bottle as Luffy, Usopp and Franky cheer.  He doesn’t dare look up at Sanji as he slams the empty bottle on the table—the last thing he needs to see right now is that twirly-browed cook giving him a shit-eating grin, or worse, having to hear his whiny voice taunt him.

Instead, his glance ends up meeting Nami’s, something he immediately regrets upon seeing the absolutely evil look on her face as she approaches.

“Apple pie shots!” she demands.  Zoro sighs in relief.  That didn’t sound too bad.  She calls you over, insisting her shot was first.  She leans her head back against the bar, mouth open as you and Zoro take turns pouring pieces of the recipe in.  Vanilla vodka, apple cider, a smidge of cinnamon, finished off with a squirt of whipped cream and swished together in her mouth.  Her thumb runs across her lips, and she slurps up the excess whipped cream with a pop, nearly killing Sanji from blood loss in the process as she trades places with you.

Zoro can barely focus as he helps Nami pour the same concoction into your mouth.  One of his hands gently strokes the side of your face, brushing stray strands of hair away from your mouth as a feeble excuse to touch you.  He had planned it all out in his head, strategically placing his fingers so he could catch the spare whipped cream from your lips on his thumb, but Nami somehow beats him to it.

“You witch!” he hissed under his breath.

“Better luck next time, Zoro!” she teases.  “Maybe if you apologize to her about whatever you’re fighting about, I’ll let you get away with it next time.”

“We’re not fighting!” Zoro exclaims, frustrated.  He glances over at you, lost in your own world, head still on the table and buzzing with the pleasant rush of alcohol, a dopey smile on your face.

“Yeah right!  You’ve both been acting weird since we got back on the ship.  And I just know it’s your fault!” Nami replies, pointing at the swordsman, making him roll his eyes.

Her hands wave in front of your face to get your attention, and you sit up with a smile.  “Want another?” she asks.  “I bet I can get Law to pour for you if you want!”

Blood floods into the swordsman's ears as his head begins to pound, senses clouded; he entirely misses the longing stare you give him as Nami rambles on about something else that was probably meant to piss him off. Zoro nearly loses his temper.  He wants to tell Nami to quit screwing around and interfering with something that’s none of her business, tell the insufferable idiot cook to stop giving him that smarmy look he keeps catching in his peripheral vision, and tell Trafalgar Law to keep his damn hands off his woman. 

Before he can do anything but clench his jaw in frustration, your eyes widen before clamping your hand over your mouth and dashing out of the aquarium bar, headed up towards the deck—Luffy swinging you around like a makeshift amusement park ride probably didn’t do wonders to stabilize your stomach. He’s about to run after you, switch flipped in his brain as he prepares to spend the night taking care of you. However, he is stopped dead in his tracks by the navigator and the cook laughing hysterically.

“What’s so damn funny?” he asks, eye narrowed.

“I think that’s the worst excuse to sneak away that you guys have come up with yet.” Nami giggles, motioning to the empty space on the bar, puzzling the swordsman, staring blankly at the tabletop.

“Earth to idiot moss-head,” the cook says, waving his hands in front of the swordsman’s face, “she took the whipped cream with her.”

He knew you like the back of his hand and as a result, you rarely surprised him; however, he hadn't expected you to break first tonight, especially from such a small amount teasing.

Zoro’s out the door before he can catch a lecture from Sanji about wasting food.

As if.  He’s never been more hungry in his life.

He’s fast, but you’re faster, slipping into the girls’ quarters, out of your clothes, and into your most revealing nightgown before he can catch up to you.

“Need you.” you whisper when he slams the door shut, locks it, and stalks towards you.  “Need you so bad Zoro.”

“Need you too…” he murmurs as he backs you into the dresser, pressing his knee between your thighs and biting down on your neck.  His tongue gently soothes the skin marked by his teeth, and he smirks when he hears you gasp.

Pulling back slightly, knee still firmly pressed between your legs, he gently taps your jaw with his fingertips and grabs the can of whipped cream.  “Open up, pretty girl.” he whispers as you comply.  He squirts some in your mouth, and you make a show of leaving more than usual on your lips. 

“Messy girl… Can’t have you wasting food…” he teases as he licks the corner of your mouth.

Zoro tries so hard to not lose himself in the ecstasy of your lips and maintain his slow, teasing pace as he licks up every last bit of the sugary cream from around your mouth, but he just can’t help it when your slender fingers rake through his hair and pull him into you, tongues frantically mixing together.  One of his hands caresses your face as he deepens the kiss, and the other trails up your thigh underneath your nightgown.  You whine against his mouth as his hand nears, and then slips past where you need it most, rubbing circles into your hip bones with his thumb.  His hand wanders further upward, gripping your waist.  He presses his fingertips into your skin over and over again, trying frantically to scrub away the surgeon’s touch.  You realize what he’s doing, and gently run your thumb across his jaw, prompting him to pull back and look into your eyes that were brimming with concern.

“I’ve had enough of the grim reaper hovering around you.” he rasps out. 

He curses the fact that he knows his eye is giving his bleeding heart away; however, he knows his feelings would eventually present themselves to you in some other way.  They always did, and you always received them with the dignity, care, and respect they deserved.  He protected the crew with his body, but you were the only one who could be trusted to protect his heart and soul.

The next few exchanges you share are nonverbal.

Your hand falls to his shoulder, tracing soothing lines across his collarbone, still locking eyes with him.  “Zoro, it’s not like that.”

His thumb gently strokes your cheek, gaze hardening.  “I know.  He still crossed a line.”

The light in your eyes dims slightly, eyebrows beginning to knit with worry.  “I’m s—”

His lips slam against yours, intending to stop your train of thought in its tracks.  “Don’t you dare apologize. Not when you’ve done nothing wrong.  Not when you’re being so good for me.”

His grip on your waist gets stronger, still trying to wipe away Law’s touch as you both become consumed by each other.  Mind fuzzy with the blend of alcohol and pleasure, Zoro feels absolutely drunk when he drops his hand downward and feels the pool of arousal already coating your thighs.  Your moan vibrates against his mouth as he traces his index finger along your slit, causing you to buck your hips against him; for a demon, he feels awfully close to heaven as he turns you into a mess with his touch.

“Pretty girl… getting so wet for me…” he mumbled against your lips as he lifts your lower half off the ground; wrapping your legs around him tightly, he carries you to your bed. 

Mouths still locked in an intense kiss, his hand goes back to teasing your core, fingers tracing the outline of your hole but pulling back before they can sink in.  Lewd, muffled moans and pleas for him to bury his fingers inside of you rolled off your tongue, still tasting of whipped cream, booze, and a hint of cinnamon.  Finally, he gives in and sinks a finger inside of you, making you gasp out.  He’s painfully slow with his movements, and when he adds another finger and starts curling them upward, you’re a complete mess.

His thumb starts circling your clit, staying right where it should despite the way your hips shudder against his touch, desperate for more friction.

“The ink on his fingers is pretty, but there’s no way he could get you to fall apart like this, is there?” he whispers in your ear.  A string of lewd, unintelligible sounds falls off your lips in response; he smirks knowing he’s got you close.

“Let go, pretty girl… cum for me…” he says in your ear, and smirks as the movement in your hips becomes erratic.

“That’s my girl…” he murmurs as your blood rushes to your cheeks, orgasm crashing like a wave across your body.

The moan you let out as he pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his cock nearly causes him to immediately spill into you, but he collects his composure, thumb continuing to circle your clit slowly and gently.  You’re still twitching around him after coming so hard, but he’s determined to push you off the cliff again as he thrusts slowly and deeply inside you. 

Pulling back from your lips to get a good look at your face, you have that dreamy look in your eyes again, and he knows he can’t hide it when he involuntarily mirrors your expression back at you.

“You’re mine, y’know that?” you smile, hand stroking his cheek reverently. 

Zoro’s hand mirrors your action, in awe of the way you always seemed to be able to tame him, even when he thought he had control.  “’Course I do.” he whispers back. 

When he resumes his pace, the kisses he presses against your eager mouth and the teasing of your clit becomes more urgent, craving to feel you get off around his cock.  Noticing you’re getting close, he flips you over onto your stomach, desperate to bury himself even deeper inside of you.

His breath is hot on your ear, and your strangled gasps are hot and humid as your face presses into your pillow.  His pace picks up, both with his thrusts and his motions on your clit, nearly sending you over the edge.

“Who’s the only one that can fuck you like this?” he asks, his deep voice sending tingles through your whole body.

“You, Zoro…” you reply, words muffled by your pillow.

“Didn’t catch that,” he says, slowing down and causing you to whine and grind your hips against his hand, “say it again, babe.”

“Roronoa Zoro!” you cry out, making him groan and resume his former pace that had you so close.

“And what’s your name gonna be someday, pretty girl?” he asks, thrusts getting impossibly deeper as he starts to lose control.

“Roronoa ____…” you reply, voice nearly cracking from trying to hold back a moan.

“Damn right,” he rasps, “cause you’re my fucking girl.”  The pressure of his fingers against your clit deepens, finally letting you come as your walls flutter around him.  He’s not far behind, hips snapping frantically against yours as he paints your insides white.

“Love you.” he murmurs in your ear, collapsed on top of you with his cock still twitching inside you.  “Love you so much.”

“Love you more.” you reply with a soft smile, twisting your head so you can plant a kiss on his cheek.  “Love you more than anything.”

And you almost fall asleep like that, completely vulnerable with your souls intertwined in your cracked open ribs, until you feel a hand grab your ankle, making you shriek.

Zoro groans and quickly helps you clean up as you both dress, you putting on your nightgown, adding a much more modest robe on top, and him pulling his sweatpants back up, not bothering to put on a shirt.  The disembodied hand demands a response from you: thumbs-up or thumbs down.  You tilt its thumb up, and Robin unlocks the door and grabs a sweater from her dresser, stepping around your discarded clothes.

“I see you two have made up…” she says, smirking.

“We weren’t fighting!” you both protest simultaneously, causing the archaeologist to chuckle.

“Are you sure?  Usopp was spinning quite the tale downstairs…” she continues; trying to weasel more information out of you.

“We were just trying to be discreet in front of our company.” you mumble.

Robin chuckles, hand covering her mouth, “Cat’s out of the bag now.  I’ll ask Franky to fix the creak in your bed.”  Both of your faces turn bright red as she leaves, mortified and embarrassed like you always were on the rare occasions you were caught in the act.  While the crew all knew of your attachment to each other, you both preferred for anything more intimate than a kiss on the forehead to remain private when possible.

Alone once more, Zoro spins you around to face him, and places his forehead against yours as he holds you.  The serene smile on your face is filled with love and peace, and he succumbs to the overwhelming urge to ignore your crewmates for the rest of the night, pull you close and keep you in his arms as long as possible. 

The pangs of jealousy that had wormed their way into his skin earlier were long forgotten, rolling off him like one of the cook’s stupid insults.  In fact, he caught himself feeling glad that Traffy had made a friend, despite his constant dismissal of most of the crew save for Robin.  Especially a friend as loyal and understanding as you.  Maybe you could even convince him to quit being so damn miserable and lighten up for once.

He almost laughs at the thought as he runs his fingers through your hair and presses aimless kisses along your jawline.  That’s a tall order, even for a ball of sunshine like you.

[voiddemon]

a lazy identity piece (rest under the cut, it's longggggg)

thanks for readingg.

[strangelittlestories]

When the adventurers reached the next town, they were horrified to find the inhabitants gathered by the river in order to dunk a witch.

The party drew their weapons, summoned their magicks (both divine and profane) and demanded the townspeople cease at once.

The people of the town who were not actively holding the witch underwater formed a quick circle to elect a spokesperson. That spokesperson stepped forward with palms outstretched and begged the visitors to stay their righteous wrath! The scene unfolding was not what they thought.

How exactly, inquired the party Paladin, did we manage to misinterpret the fact that you are currently dipping a witch in and out of a body of water? Because, oh gosh, if this is a humorous misunderstanding, then it is a *doozy*.

The spokesperson conceded that, yes, the people were currently in the act of dunking the witch in the river and then pulling her out again, before pushing her back in again. However! They were not doing this as any kind of test or punishment, but simply allowing the witch’s magic to diffuse into the water. This would ensure bountiful fishing and also make it nicer for the local water spirits.

But, the Rogue interjected, does the witch not have any strong feelings about this?

I should say she does, replied the spokesperson, she thinks it’s a marvellous time!

At this point the witch - in the act of being lifted out of the river - did indeed give out a screech of delight and proceed to scamper up the bank, before cannonballing back into the water with an almighty splash.

The party Wizard admitted this did look like fun and asked if she could have a go.

Well, remarked the Paladin as the group relaxed by the water to watch the frolicking, I’ve never seen a magic user used as a mystic tea bag before. Truly, these local traditions have a unique kind of magic to them…

Indeed, added the Rogue, you could say the place is quite literally *steeped* in it.

And this is how a strange little anarchist commune of a town founded the world’s first water park.

[koolaidashley]

PART 9 (FINAL PART OF EP 1)

Kind of an sprint ending but hey…. Ep 2 coming soon ! And we got a logo for 04 finally my word..

They’ll be going on their first mission in ep 2, which will pick up after a tiny break 😋😋😋

Link to the 04 discord server as promised below 😊😊

[angeldahlias]

“he could never make you feel this good, could he baby?” katsuki growled as he fucks into you slowly.

you had come to your best friend earlier in the evening, crying about the latest guy you’d been seeing, how he’d ghosted you when you hadn’t even done anything wrong. the two of you had plans to go out that day and when you texted him to confirm your plans he didn’t reply, and never showed up to pick you up when you planned.

katsuki had so graciously offered to take your mind off of him, although not in the way you had expected, leading you to the position you were in now. after worshipping your body, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake, making sure you absolutely knew your worth, katsuki had finally sunk his cock into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

“no kats, ngh- only you can make me feel like this. o-only you!”

he grinned wickedly at your response. “that’s my good girl, you deserve a real man baby. don’t you worry angel, i’ll show you just how much you’re worth. you just relax princess, daddy’ll take care of you.”

[libr-0-cubicularist]

Saw my two favorite little guys in the LU coloring book pages and was immediately possessed by the need to color them. Thank you @sraksha for the gorgeous line art <33

different version under the cut

[starrysharks]

this show SUCKS