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cookieswithay · 1 year

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• Zoro sighed as he snuggled into the covers. That fisherman was super nice for letting him sleep here. (Mr. O'hara) He wasn't sure what he was gonna do earlier. That darn whirlpool split everyone up. But he'd run into somebody eventually. He had too. But, that's a tomorrow problem.

• Right now he had to focus on getting a goodnight sleep. Which would be a piece of cake. Even if this room was super girly and was over scented. The swordsman took a deep breath and started drifting off...

• When the door suddenly opened. Naturally, the alarms in his head went off. But then again, this is someone else's house. The old man probably had to grab something. That was... until Zoro heard a rather feminine sigh.

• What the hell?

• He thought.

• Doesn't this guy live alone?

• Right? Or...is he being robbed by woman?...Sounds about right. Zoro raised up slowly. Hopefully, he could grab his swords without being noticed. (Sheath on, of course. This was only to scare 'er)

• In mid grab, he looked up. The lady was stripping. He screamed. Which startled the lady, making her shout as well.

• (That's you)

• Later

• After going back in forth for awhile, (Zoro calling you a pervert, and You calling him robber) the both of you woke up the old man. Like literally ran to his door. Now everyone's sitting in the livingroom having a discussion...ish.

• "What's with you anyway!?"

• The swordsman shouted.

• "You got some thing for getting naked in front sleeping people!?"

• You gasped. How dare he accuse of something so vile. (Seriously, who would do that?)

• "Me!? What a about you sleeping in my bed!?"

• "Who the hell even are you!?"

• Despite that being a good question, Zoro continued his rant about you being a creep. Meanwhile, Mr. O'hara's trying to get a word in. He'd explain if y'all gave him a chance.

• "Pervert!"

• "Psycho!"

• "Pervert!"

• "Psycho!"

• "Alright, that's enough!"

• The old man finally cut in, whacking both of you in the head. You guys groaned, while he grabbed some alcohol.

• "Listen up, Y/N,"

• "Earlier today, I was almost eaten by a sea king when I was fishing."

• He pointed at Zoro.

• "But this young man sliced 'em into sashimi!"

• Cool. This random joe saved your pops. What does this have to do with him in room though?

• "So after we ate it, I said can he stay with me-"

• "In my room!?"

• "You're never home anyway!"

• "Dad!"

• Zoro stepped back, as a NEW argument started. Even if this family is crazy, it felt like home. The ship.

• "Weirdos." He snickered

• Finally

• After you and your dad finished squabbling, the sleeping positions were discussed. You got your bed back and Zoro got the couch. Finally, everyone could go to back to bed. Well not without you saying something first.

• "I'm really sorry."

• You said with a bow.

• "I just got scared earlier."

• He was pretty shocked. With the way you snapped at him earlier, he thought for sure you were a crab.

• "It's fine, I guess."

• "I would've freaked too."

• Maybe a little, but he'd throw hands right after. You gave a awkward smile, and wiped your hands on your shorts.

• "Um, see you tomorrow?"

• "See you tomorrow."

• As you walked of towards your room, Zoro contemplated on telling you something else. But shuts it down... To hell with it, he'll say it.

• "Hey."

• You turned.

• "Um, not bad."

• "What?"

• "Your body...it's pretty nice."

• Silence.

• "And you said I'm perv."

• "Shut up, just speaking my mind."

• He said, playfully. You snickered and closed your door. Zoro stretched out and settled in. This spot was nice. Real nice.

No explanation, no reason, just because.

#one piece #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #fem reader #roronoa zoro #oneshot #funny post #scares #fisherman #sashimi #rewatching one piece #random dialogue #stay cool

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williamjokela · 8 months

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October is next month and that mean halloween.

i got to get ready to scare trick or treaters.

#october #spooky season #halloween #scares

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persistent-wallflower · 1 month

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Would be easier to perhaps get to know people if my brain wasn't deciding that I'm not good enough for them or that they wouldn't like me before we interact enough times to see if that's true bleh

#man I hate living like this #it's sad in a pathetic way #like this guy could've liked you even though you're quite different from him it's happened before #or that guy could've liked you because you have lots in common and you could've bonded over that #instead of thinking you like the thighs you like in a wrong way or sth #the disease #scares

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justanechoflower · 1 year

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What is your favorite thing to watch, If anything?

Flowey: And also true crime documentaries.

#undertale #art #small artist #flowey #undertale art #paper art #ask flowey #undertale fanart #ask blog #ask undertale #stalking mention #y1pp33 #preferences #hobbies #scares #in reality he cant really see us behind the screen but its worth the scare

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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Doomsayer

My darling friend @eunoiaastralwings was nice enough to also send me a little prompt.

So, here goes...

Words: 1,2 k

Warnings: Doom, injury, a curse

Characters: the Fëanorians

“I curse you”, Morifinwë screamed at the top of his lungs. “I condemn you to want things too much and be foiled at every turn!”

In truth, he didn’t mean those hard words he spat so carelessly into the blanching face of his brother; he was – after all – but a young elfling who knew nought about the weight such maledictions carried.

Once too often, Turcafinwë - thoughtless and callously energetic – had interrupted and destroyed his quiet, contemplative works and so, Moryo – as his brothers called him with varying degrees of fondness – had been moved to unproportional exclamations of puerile anger and incontestable doom.

“I said that I’m sorry,” Turko whined under his breath; he could feel something cold slither down his spine and settle underneath his skin like a splinter of ice. “I did not see you and your stupid sewing there.”

He could neither deny nor fight the terrible urge to get away from Moryo’s blazing gaze – angry tears making them appear like stormy lakes of impenetrable ink – to find shelter in the calm, benevolent presence of his older brothers.

Curufinwë the younger was all right, Turko guessed, and the twins might yet turn out acceptable once they had grown a little; Moryo though – imperious, haughty, and unwaveringly disapproving – was another matter altogether.

If he was perfectly honest, he was a little intimidated by this younger brother who, from the very day of his birth, seemed to have insight into a truth that completly escaped Turko’s notice.

“Get thee gone,” that intemperate, inclement youngster now exclaimed coldly and returned his attention to the delicate needlework Turko’s tempestuous entrance into the morning room had set awry.

It hurt his pride, but the silver-haired outcast retreated, sulkily padding down corridors that suddenly seemed so much darker and gloomier to him, in search of a friendlier face.

Nelyafinwë – Maitimo – for they called him by his mother-name most of the time to annoy him, sat hunched over a weighty tome in the library, a studious frown on his regular, attractive features that made even the most improbable people fawn on him.

“Nelyo?” Now that he had found someone, Turko almost felt ashamed of how much his heart hurt at the recollection of his brother’s words. “Something has happened, and I wondered if I might talk to you about it?”

Instantly, the book was put aside, and intelligent, grey eyes came to rest calmly on the younger elf’s agitated face.

“I knocked down Moryo’s work,” Turko started haltingly, “and he’s cursed me.”

Arching an elegant, rust-red brow in mild surprise, Maitimo motioned for his brother to go in his fascinating tale of fraternal strife.

“I don’t know,” Turko admitted, “it felt so awfully real.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” the oldest of the 7 children – very different from one another in nature and appearance – living under the same roof smiled soothingly, but Turko thought that he had caught a flash of doubt and worry flitting over Maitimo’s face like an ominous shadow.

“Run along and see if you can’t help Curvo with his endeavours. As penance, so to say!”

With a grateful nod, Turko left the bright room again quietly; he loathed the way it was expected for them to move without making a sound as long as they were indoors.

Was it any wonder that he preferred running outside with his animal friends and his savage cousin where he was allowed to roar and scream his frustration whenever this life confronted him with its secret, contradictory, and entirely unpredictable rules?

He was not a bad kid on purpose; he really did his best to abide by all the expectations and directives imposed upon him, but he constantly had the depressing feeling that everyone else was dancing – in very precise steps – to a music he couldn’t hear.

“Interesting,” Kanafinwë strode in from a hidden side-door that was rarely used by anyone but him. “Do you think that the little grump has truly put a hex upon our resident wild child?”

Maitimo shrugged; he felt uneasy about the whole thing, but he would have to consult their parents about the gravity of the situation before he risked disquieting either one of his brothers unnecessarily.

“We could teach him a lesson, both of them actually!” the dark-haired musician mused aloud, jabbing his elbow into his older brother’s slightly protruding ribs playfully.

“What did you have in mind?”

As the oldest, Nelyafinwë did not condone toying with his younger brothers’ minds and hearts but, as the one who had to suffer most from their shenanigans, Maitimo very much enjoyed a harmless practical joke.

For many a day after that conversation, he and Kanafinwë would thus choose the right moments to confuse and alarm their two catty siblings; when uncle Ñolofinwë brought delicious, honeyed cakes, they ate until their stomachs hurt to make sure that Tyelko would get none, and they cheated in so many games that Curvo refused to join in any of their boardgames for a whole season.

Manyfold and diverse were their plans – always executed within the line of sight of an increasingly preoccupied Moryo – to get the third-born son of the colourful gaggle of kids to pay better attention to his surroundings.

To an extent, Maitimo told himself whenever he was overcome with guilt, Tyelko really had to learn to check and restrain his own expectations and needs in favour of those of others.

Nonetheless, after both their brothers had retreated to their rooms in tears after another vicious fight in the course of which Tyelko had screamed that Moryo had purposefully ruined his life and Moryo had sworn that he had not thought anything of it when he had spoken these terrible words of condemnation, the two oldest sons of the much annoyed and truly baffled Fëanáro decided that it was time to stop their cruel jest.

To their shock and alarm though, Tyelko’s streak of bad luck did not abate; when he climbed a tree to get to the ripe, juicy apples at the top, he fell off and gave the whole family a serious fright by being unconscious for three whole tree cycles.

Despite seeming humbled by his experiences, Tyelko seemed unable to avoid the often dangerous and invariably scary accidents that kept occurring at regular intervals.

His family was worried, he himself was beside himself with apprehension and frustration; in short, everyone felt terrible about the situation.

Finally, Moryo himself went to plead with the Valar to retract whatever curse he might have inadvertently placed upon his brother whom he – in spite of their frequent fights and their often-irreconcilable differences – loved dearly in his own way.

Thankfully, he was heard, and his wish was granted for it was undeniable that everyone involved had learned a valuable lesson about toying with concepts too great and powerful to be carelessly abused by unruly youths.

For a time, all was well again in their home and life resumed its placid, peaceful course, until that moment of utter darkness in which something fey and otherworldly glinted in Tyelko’s eyes as he looked upon the ships of the Teleri.

OOoftiiii, this one might have turned out a little darker than intended...

Either way, @fellowshipofthefics, here we go with the next batch!!!

Lots of love!

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queenselfharmisland · 1 year

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So I hope everyone have a good night, but I really need to talk now. So TW TW TW AND TW TRIGGER WARNING DON'T SAY J DIDN'T WARNED YOU!!

TW AGAIN!

Today I had a little freak out after almost 6 months and I did these few scares. And I'm afraid that It was felt good. Too good. Now I wanna do it again and again and again. I know. But bro I literally enjoyed this fucking shit. Pls just tell me I'm not the only one. Tell me pls that I'm not the problem, that there is nothing wrong with me, that not I'm the one who is fucked up.

#mental illness #mental health #scares #talk about this #talk with me #self h@rm

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scrivnomancer · 2 years

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Goodnight out there, whatever you are.

#goodnight out there whatever you are #goodnight #goodnight out there #weird #black and white #the weird #horror #monster #movie #film #comedy #skeleton #scares #Buster Keaton

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mist-mistletoe · 9 months

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Some one called my scares, stripes and we are now very happy

#scares #nonhuman #otherkin #cryptidkin #stripes

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gloriabomfim · 7 months

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Bruce scares Boone, his fathers, uncles and Blossom

#mixels #oc #boone #boogly #meltus #burnard #flamzer #globert #vampos #blossom #finding nemo #bruce #scare #scares #scaring

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sad-of · 7 months

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Hurt myself after 22 days of it doing it. Tonight’s shower is going to hurt 🫤

#scares #sh mention #tw sh related #selfharn #tw self destructive behaviour #self h@rm #tw self destructive behavior #self destruction #self harm cigarette #self h@te

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s0fthaunting · 1 year

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#scares #bpd #drugs #joint #pale #pastel #aesthetic #bones #skin #cottagecore

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jesevans · 1 year

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https://instagram.com/stories/chrisevans/3009975068533149204?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=ZDhmZGIxNmQ=

Scaring their way through 2022 😁

From Chris’ Instagram story 1/6/23

#chris evans #alba baptista #scares

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justanechoflower · 1 year

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Flowey, if you have trust in your aim you should throw that knife at Chara and have it miss them by inches >:) it'll be your revenge by scaring the daylights out of them!