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dykepuffs · 4 months

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As... Often happens. I am thinking about Mary The Mother Of Jesus. And just... Fucking hell man, her story is awful.

We pray the Seven Sorrows of Mary but.

In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, amen. I offer this rosary to meditate on your Holy Mother, the Blessed Virgin, to meditate upon her suffering.

The first sword of her sorrow: That in the night and without asking permission, she was impregnated by one who wanted a Son, who never asked if she did too, just trusted that as she was Born Without Sin, she must (Because good girls do).

The second sword of her sorrow: That this rapist sends someone to speak for him, with a terrible visage, who tells her that she must be joyful about being pregnant. If she has space to argue that she doesn't want to be pregnant, it isn't recorded. "Let it be done unto me as according to Your word" - Like a student to a teacher, a prisoner to a guard, Europa to the bull; "She didn't say no" just means she's scared of their power to ruin her life.

The third sword of her sorrow: The violation of having this pregnancy, not of her choice, and having it changing her body against her will. Being not even a teenager, not even able to enjoy having a fully-grown body yet, and having that slow discovery stolen from her by the sudden painful and nauseating changes of a pregnancy. Traditions differ on wheher Mary ever had other children, or whether she died a virgin - I wouldn't blame her, if she never let Joseph touch her. With this being her first introduction to the whole idea, her autonomy taken away from her in the most public and indisputable way, before she ever had a chance to find out what she wanted, if she wanted it, with someone she loved and trusted - It must have taken a lot of work and patience for her to feel like her body was her own again.

The fourth sword of her sorrow - Having to come to her community with her unwed pregnancy, with her betrothed insisting that it wasn’t his, no matter how noble he promises to be about it, to divorce her "quietly". Those few hours or days before he agreed to marry her again, the whispering campaign that probably spread for years after anyway.

The fifth sword of her sorrow: Carrying this pregnancy as it got heavier, having to make the journey to Bethlehem - On a normal betrothal timescale, she wouldn’t have been married by time of the census, she wouldn’t have been pregnant, she wouldn’t have had to make the trip in pain and exhausted. How much else in those nine months was a mess, and what about afterwards, when Mary is just any other new-mother, learning to live with drip incontinence and all the other joys of postpartum, before she's out of her teens. God sacrifices his son, but he sacrifices Mary first. When Jesus was older, and knew His destiny, did Him and Mary ever talk about the cruelty of God inflicting all this pain on their mortal bodies, without ever knowing quite how much He was asking?

The sixth sword of her sorrow: Giving birth, aged about 13, in a barn, with no midwife, no family with her, no chance of help, not even an older sister or a mum to coach her through it, just shitting and bleeding and screaming in the stall with the other livestock whose birthing was arranged by a distant manager. Who knows how she felt cutting the umbilical cord, or did Joseph help? Was he surprised that it's not like cutting the fat off a cooked lamb chop, its more like cutting the hock off the joint, it takes a bit of effort, it's slippery and bloody. Did she know to expect the afterbirth? Was it clean? Did one of the cows lick it up off the ground, like how they often eat their own placenta too, recognising the thousands of calories of effort and flesh and blood and months of pain it represents?

And the seventh sword: That straight away this baby isn't *hers*, it's forever linked to the one who forced it on her, everyone she sees for the next few days (for the rest of her life, but lets not get to that) as this bare teenage girl tries to recover from being ripped from minge to arsehole tells her how wonderful it is that this is happening to her, how beautiful, how miraculous.

Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never carried and the tits that never fed.

#i wonder about her on the boat with Sarah E Kali #this woman whose strength wasn't in what her womb could make for the legacy of man or god #but in her strong arms that help the Three Marias into her boat and row them to safety #did Mary Theotokos see Sarah's feet on the board braced with knees apart to push and her forearms corded as she hauled against the oarlocks #and think about what was stolen from her when timeless God couldn't wait to take the calcium from the bones of a growing child

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automotiveamerican · 4 months

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Gordon Buehrig Exceptional Design Highlights

Gordon Buehrig is credited with designing several iconic automotive models. Some of the notable ones include: Auburn Speedster 851 and 852 (1930s): Buehrig’s work at Auburn resulted in the creation of these sleek and distinctive speedsters, known for their stylish design. Cord 810 and 812 (1930s): He played a key role in the design of the Cord 810 and 812 models, featuring groundbreaking…

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#Auburn 851 Boattail Speedster #Auburn 852 #Auburn Boat Tail #Auburn Speedster #coachbuilt.com #Cord 810 #Cord 812 #Duesenberg #Ford Motor Company #GM #Gordon Buehrig #Model J #Wikipedia

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firep0wder · 2 years

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Now what did past me say about hermits... I'm curious

#fp.txt #xbevno vs. well. the difference.#i do not acknowledge any bdubs skin that contradicts the constant knife bandolier #beef and bdubs play fighting #jevin and cleo sealioning each other every hhh #the others r about boat boys grian dresuma cleo tango beasts hypno ren doc ranchers nho badboyhalo vintagebeef keralis cub mumbo dsmp sbi #bdubs and doc. and s8 jevin after his elytra breaks and he falls thru a tall tree and ends up full of branches leaves sticks etc #happy etho minecraft champion sunday #falsuma 🕊 🕯 🪦#and also xbcrafted. and keralis. and impulsesv. and geminitay. and joehills probably #me just lying in my bed with the lights off completely chill but i haven't taken a shower in a day or two so when i see a grian post i kill #insane to me that cubfan is on this court. who remembers the ragers at keralis's.. not hypno that's for sure (he was blackout fucking drunk)#the king. impulse's wood. an old clock.#literally i've drawn iskall lying in her bed kicking his feet and twirling the telephone cord it's so real #jevin s8 transitioned for funsies. like finnster. except his girl month wasn't as highly funded/extended so he's back to bluemoding now #if you write in caps in joe hills chat you will get told off timed out banned doxxed killed etc depending on how tired he is that day and #keralis to every man he knows: there’s only you in my life #and why the hell mumbo jumbolio driving the bus...+#obvious answer is bdubs. but this is pearlescentmoon actually (trust me. pearls and the moon and berries are all the same shape.)#literally one of my pet peeves is misusing thee thy thou thine etc. and ren is horrible for this. i love him so much but he torments me #the gutteral noise i made when you brought up the concorp parallels scared my fucking rabbit. sorry poppyseed #stress is a long haired kitty for sure i think #hypno is a leather guy whereas tango happens to own a leather jacket #tfc z''l #welsknight splitting hels #this is what i'm doing to xisuma btw #****** sorry #zedaph (real)#yeah i consider myself somewhat of a cub fan #blorbo rotation

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wellnesscard · 10 days

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this shit too fughen big for hes own house!!!!!!!

#i tried to strap it closed with my backup belt but it was too girthy like ohmygawd im thinner than a crawkpawt how flatteringgg!#good thing this is a house of gear with lengths of cord fuggen everywhere no problem at all man #how ur moms has drawers of cords (electric) i got drawers of cords (ropes) and its not even a sex thing they generate from the boat #idek why theyre in my house and not the boat like these are the tarp cords from seasons past and they litter my life #every bag...... coats i haven't worn in a while...... pockets fullllll of strings and things man

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dreamstobedreamt · 1 year

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April 14th 2023

I was on a ship and we had to defend it from zombies. The ship was just driving circles on the road but we still had to save it. The hsip was really fucking big with multiple sotires. I spend most of the time on the top deck biting all the zombies I could find.

Eventually zombies started climbing the side and going trough the windows so we had to close them with those iron gates that stores have in front of their doors when closed. The captain kept opening them as soon as the zombies climbed to the other side tho so we kept going in circles of opening and closing the windows.

To defeat the zombies you had to bite them and it felt the same as cutting an umbilical cord, but then with your teeth, dont ask.

Then I left the boat, stole a horse out of a drawer under a staircase. Left the horse wandering through the house and went home.

#dream diary #dreams #hahaa #zombies #boat media #ship #stealing horses #I will never get over the fact of cuttinf an umbilical cord #its like cutting rubber #its so weird #it feels like youre hurting the baby #but they just cry wheter you hurt them or nit #i fucking love babys

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hanasnx · 29 days

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MINORS DNI 18+

RAFE CAMERON who manages to grab the waistband of your little shorts, keeping you from escaping with the rest of the Pogues as they speed away. He yanks you into him, wrapping an arm around your waist to lift your feet from the ground. Hopelessly, you fight back, heartbroken your friends have to leave without you while you’re stuck on the boat that carries the Cross of Santo Domingo and the traitor who kept it out of the hands of its rightful owner. “Where’d you think you were goin’, huh?” Rafe’s smug and husky voice fills your ear, and instinctively you jerk away. Claws rake at his corded forearm pinning your back to his side but it’s no use. He lumbers off with you in hand.

Stuck with him in close proximity on this boat means you get no privacy. No room to yourself, no room to breathe. Rafe Cameron is breathing down your neck at every turn. You’re with the Pogues for life, but Rafe’s got a hold on you you can’t shake. You had no idea what to call it, friends, exes, lovers, you couldn’t label it. All you know is for the next couple weeks while he transports that cross he’s got your legs spread, speared on his dick, every which way. “S’good way to pass the time.” he tells you. Cock licking your insides with the deliberate roll of his hips, his cords of muscle moving fluidly under his skin. “I’m too soft on you, aren’t I? Y’know, you rebel against me, show me you’re tough, but when it comes down to it you’re begging me to put you in your place, huh? Where’s that place, baby?” His questions go unanswered as you can barely piece together what your name is let alone what he wants you to say. His pelvis drives harder, smacking skin on skin to a painful degree, until he squeezes choked sounds out of you. “Huh? Where’s it at?” he asserts with more force this time, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth.

“Right here, Rafey, right here.” you promise, clinging onto him tighter: hands in his shirt, legs wound around his torso, pussy pulsing. You belong right here underneath him and you know it.

“Don’t start that ‘Rafey’ shit with me, I’m pissed at’you.” he sneers, his intense eye contact demanding your attention when he grabs your chin to make you look at him. “You think they’re gonna come back for you? Naw, baby, you’re stuck with me. And there ain’t a thing you can do about it.”

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mistydeyes · 3 months

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the boys during medical residency

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summary: we've seen the boys on the field but how would they deal on the other side of battle: in the medical field?

pairing: none!

warnings: swearing, medical descriptions

a/n: just a lil something something as i'm working on a few requests, wips, and preparing for my hospital rotation on monday!

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price

specialty: general surgery

the long hours or sudden calls don’t get to him bc this man never sleeps

"Price, sorry it's late but-" "I'll be right in"

no one knows how he does it but rumor has it he can be ready and over at the hospital in 20 minutes tops

maybe he's just the king of multitasking

a great educator for his fellow medical professionals and patients

he can make a procedure sound like a walk in the park with his soft smile and reassuring words

in fact, the new intern mistook him for a senior doctor when they first met him

that boosted his ego and made the early mornings even more worth it

once he's in the operating room, he is fully focused and locked in

regardless of the surgeon's choice of music for that day, price is ready to go and immediately steps in when its time

speaking of which, his stitches are textbook, perfectly aligned, high tensile strength, and with no tissue reaction

always has everything prepared for handoff to the night resident

this man is READY to leave once he sees his co-resident enter the ward

he gives the most essential run down (he's just tired, not sloppy) and he gets the hell out of there

soap

specialty: pediatrics

most people think pediatrics are straight forward but actually you need to have some creativity

that’s where soap comes in

a child needs to take a respiratory test but is having trouble? think of it like you’re blowing birthday candles

a child doesn’t understand why they need to have their operation? time to pull out dolls and teddy bears to show how the doctors are gonna make them better

he always shows up no matter how early or late with a smile on his face

easily the kids’ favorite resident (he’s the first person most ask to sign their cast)

hates pre-rounds, he wants to get right in and see the patient's and families for the day

despite this, the other senior and junior residents (even the interns) have to remind him that it is essential to have a plan

when he's finally let loose is able to round, he has a field day walking down the hall

you just know all the attendings and nurses have to keep it a secret that he's working the night shift

or else they'll have a full floor of excited kids waiting to chat when he comes in during rounds

gaz

specialty: physical medicine and rehabilitation

the absolute king of finding resources

he'll whip out a full pdf study guide on spinal cord injury treatment and leave you questioning if he made this or found it online

also has one of those pocket guides that sums up everything you learn in med school

he's always there to help out those in the same boat

has such a steady hand when it comes to injections for spascicity

always has a terrible joke when he sees someone is receiving botulinum toxin

"You're basically receiving a less cool botox treatment"

despite his corny jokes, the residents, especially the geriatric ones, love him

has a friendly demeanor when collecting a patient's history, they simply feel like its a conversation and they'll tell him everything

he loves when people report sport accidents but still say they'll go back to it when they're better

he appreciates the dedication fr

also great at communicating with patient's and giving them detailed instructions to follow before their next visit

but his favorite part of the job? the diversity of the patient's he sees

PM&R is such a unique speciality that you'll see patients with a variety of injuries from all walks of life

this man truly thrives on his adaptability to educate and treat whatever patient the hospital throws to him

ghost

speciality: emergency medicine

sign-out in the morning is always the most awkward with him

as the nurse gives him a run-down of his patients, he'll just stare and occasionally nod to show he's following

"That all?" is his go-to way to end the conversation and actually begin the day's work

despite his quiet demeanor, he'll go through the motions beautifully for any emergency

easily the attending's favorite because he requires no further instruction and keeps a level head given the hectic nature of the room

since he's the attending's favorite, he's the intern's nightmare with his constant stares and the overwhelming presence he gives

"Am I doing something wrong, Simon?" the intern asks as she preps a central line and he just shakes his head, "Personally not how I would do it but go ahead."

this motherfucker

despite this, everyone admits no one deserves the title of "chief resident" more than him

he's not necessarily the best in the "educating others" department but he's sure to give a good explanation if needed

just know he's not happy about it

but if you survive the infamous ghost of the emergency department, you're on the path to success

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donelywell · 6 months

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June 25 2023

SEGASonic the Hedgehog

Sonic 9, Mighty 10, Ray 4

Sonic, Mighty, and Ray get kidnapped by Robotnik and they destroy RobotnikLand, escaping by hijacking one of his Planes, the Tornado.

This teaches Sonic that there is more than just Christmas Island and gives him the want for adventure and leaves Mighty and Ray to find his own journey. Mighty and Ray go off on their own adventure later via making a boat, but they take their own time.

Note: Sonic gets caught via the throat, causing damage to his vocal cords, that is why he can’t speak for a few years.

#sonic the hedgehog #mighty the armadillo #ray the flying squirrel #segasonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sonic au #Starting the timeline >:D

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vaspider · 1 year

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About seven years ago now... I had one of my pain management doctors try to push a spinal cord stimulator on me as a way of managing my chronic pain, bc ofc everyone is just terrified of people like me who need opioid painkillers forever.

And I very clearly remember thinking that the company name sounded ridiculous, like a parody name made up for a TV show. "Nuvestra."

I declined, and they got really shitty with me about not wanting a device installed in my back that was, you know, relatively new. They started giving me shit about getting my painkillers, just making things more hostile and unpleasant, and eventually I switched doctors bc of insurance reasons and that was fine bc at that point they were so awful that having to find another doctor was less awful.

So... I just read an article which mentioned in passing that the company went bankrupt in 2019 & patients can not get any support for their devices anymore. Lots of patients are just... stuck with non-working devices installed in their backs, or having to undergo more trauma to have them removed.

And I'm just like... ah yes, this is how ancient sailors felt, watching a giant shape pass by underneath their tiny little boats.

The feeling of having dodged something horrible bc I just thought to myself, "you know, I just don't trust this, and I don't like when doctors get pushy like this," is pretty profound.

#personal #medical

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thefandomdirtymind · 7 months

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Opla!sanji and a siren/mermaid???

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi anon ! Thank you for your request, as a big fan or mermaid/siren I was so thrill by the idea ! I had tried many things here and I hope you will like it !

The Mermaid Dream

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The notorious floating restaurant The Baratie was, like every other night, completely full. At every table of the large dining room were sat the most famous and wanted Pirates. Adding to the hubbub of their conversation and squeaking of their utensils against their plates, the waiters, in a urge to offer the perfect service and then earn their tips, looked like a swarm of bees dancing around elegant honeycombs.

The kitchen wasn't any more quiet. In every corner or the overheated room, the crew of cooks was running to prepare the many dishes ordered. Only stopping a millisecond to put the plates under the warming light and watch with nervous eyes if Zeff, the renowned chef and owner of the place, was preparing himself to punish somebody, hoping there wasn’t them.

Even the opened mouth of this unusual boat establishment, occupied by a respectable bar, was crowded and noisy.

Nervously standing behind the luxurious burgundy velvet curtain, your palm sweaty, you briefly closed your eyes, trying to hear the sound of the wave crashing against the ship hull. It wasn't the first time you were performing for the Baratie. But, you knew that each time was risky. The mermaid folks weren’t still welcome everywhere, most of the population were scared of being bewitched by your voices and the others had used your people to commit crimes and atrocities.

It was why you always wore a long gown covering your temporary legs and politely declined any trace of liquid they would offer you. It only takes a drop of water or a stubborn scale and your life would be in immediate danger. Of course Zeff was aware of what you are and would never let nothing happen to you. But, you couldn’t only count on him to protect you, you had to be cautious.

“ Miss Y/N it’s time, everythings is okay ?“ A polite waiter asked you, the golden cord in his hand,ready to unveil you to the loaded room. Nodding of your head, opening your eyes, you let the noise of the water calm your last knocked nerve before lifting your head to face your public.

The first note of your song, played by the musicians behind you, starts to fill the now quiet hall. It was mostly for you a faceless audience, only a few were really counting : like his.

Still dressed in his cook uniform, his back against the wall, arm crossed against his chest, Sanji was smiling, waiting for you to operate your tour de force. As you know, the blond sous chef had, so far, never missed one of your performances, even if it had meant being punished by his mentor.

Signing your song, your voice flowing like the water of a peaceful river to finish in a waterfall. You open your eyes under a thunder of applause. Still in his corner, Sanji was clapping his hand with fervor, his face radiant of joy like if he had just discovered a new method of cooking.

Later that night, as you emerged yourself in the oversize bathtub of your personal dressing room, your fins resting on the copper border and the last scales on your breast taking his place. You smiled. You knew that you shouldn’t think of him, loving a human when you couldn’t keep a pair of legs longer than a few hours was ridiculous. However, you couldn’t stop yourself. Aside from Zeff, he was the only one knowing your secret and never made you feel uncomfortable about it.

Three knocks at the door extracted you from your thoughts followed by the sound of the key in the keyhole. You aren’t kept captive in the Baratie, but for your safety, Zeff had a long time ago asked you to lock the door, preventing anyone to simply walk on you as you were unable to freely move, stuck like a fish in a tank. Usually, your only visitor at these hours was the old chef coming to thank you for the show and often tell you stories about his time of piracy.

But, it was Sanji who entered the room, this time dressed in a navy suit, a tray in his hand.

“ Good evening Madam, I thought you should be famished after such an enchanting show “

“ I’m not really a Madam you know Sanji “ You smiled, amused even if the fact that you truly aren’t a human woman stung your heart a little.” I’m indeed hungry, thank you”

“ Nonsense. You are more a lady than many that I had served in this crappy restaurant “ He replied, approaching the coffee table of the bath to put your plate and silverwares as he pulled himself a chair '' Salmon with his creamy lemon sauce, I prepared it myself with caution. “

“ It smells fantastique “ You smiled, lifting your upper body enough to be able to eat. “ Hmm, that's delicious, I truly had nothing like this in the whole sea”

Here again, that proud smile was plastered on his face, making you regret your own nature as he looked at you eating his own kind of tour de force. The vicious cramps traveling your fins,was another. Trying to keep your expression blank, you couldn’t sadly stop the moan of pain you let escape after a particular strong one.

“ What happened Miss Y/N, something wrong ?!” A concerned Sanji asked, his hand cripping the side of the tube, ready to take action and extract you of the water if needed.

“ It's nothing, the side effect of being too long on two legs instead of…fins.” You confessed, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. “ It takes me a lot of energy and control to keep the form of my legs, i’m just exhausted, it will be over when I will leave after the closing of the restaurant” You reassured him, touched by his worried tone.

“ I see, then why are you pushing yourself to do those shows if it’s hurt you afterward ? Does Zeff know ? “

Eating your dinner, you slowly nod of the head, remembering the first time the old man discovered you crying of pain in the tube. He had at first, like Sanji, been worried,but, hearring you out he had finally accepted the fact that he couldn’t make you change your mind.

“ It’s worth it. For the moment I can’t, people aren’t ready yet, but one day, I want to sit on this stage in this form. I want people to know that they don’t have to be afraid of us. We can sing without bewitching them, we don’t chase them if they fall in the water. when we shed tears, it’s from pain, not to make a profit of their medicinal effect. That’s my dream, that one day I will be able to show people that we are good, not monsters. “

“ It’s an admirable dream “ Sanji smiled, a tenderness in his eyes.” If somebody is capable of such a thing it’s you. After all you didn’t have to talk or sing, I had been spellbound the minute I saw you and I'm sure that the audience could say the same. “

Looking at his sincere face, you felt the warm sensation of hope blooming in your scaly chest.

“ I would never use my magic on you, you know Sanji aren’t you ? “ You replied, wishing you had not misunderstood his words.

“ I know, Madam. The things I feel every time I'm near you aren't an illusion, no lies could be that strong…”

Your heart racing like if you were hunted by a shark, you gently placed your hand on his, tangling them affectionately.

“ Sanji, would you walk me to the deck tonight…” You demanded. The walk, situated at the tail of the building, wasn’t very long, but it would let you spend a lot of time in his company before having to go back in the water.

“As you wish Y/N “ He promised, watching your tangled hand. “ I should go, the restaurant will close soon and the old man will probably look out for me.”

“ See you later, I will wait for you outside, near your usual smoking place” You confirm, gripping the side of the tub in excitement.

“ I will be there, see you later “ He replied before going out, leaving you alone to realize what just happened.

The half moon was high when Sanji got out of the closed Baratie.Without realizing it, he had replayed in his head every of your smile and phrases during your conversation, still amazed that you returned his affection. But as he arrived at the meeting spot, his heart missed a beat.

A hand against your mouth, flanked by two customers previously kicked out, you were fighting for your life, your fragile leg giving up under you as you tried to get yourself free.

“ Let her go now” He ordered, rage filling his veins. How could they dare touch your perfection and try to steal you from him.

“ Mate, go back inside mind your own business !” One of the pirates replied, trying to move you.

“ I say, let her go. “ Sanji repeated, taking his fighting stance. The men were larger and heavier than him, but with his training and under your terrified gaze, he couldn’t lose.

It didn’t take long to put them down. Sadly, you join them when your knees buckle due to the loss of energy.

“ Y/N are you okay ? “ The blond jumped, catching you.

“ Yes I…need the water...I…I’m sorry” You said, tears filling your eyes. “ They said somebody saw me coming out of the water, they were waiting for me, Sanji…I can’t sing here anymore…”

“ I will inform the old man, he will find the person and you will be able to sing here as long as you want.” He promised, caressing the side of your face. “ Let me put you in the water, your skin is cold and you shake of exhaustion “

“ No wait I wanted...I wanted to…never mind” You said, avoiding his gaze as your legs disappeared.

“ What ? Tell me “ He insisted.

“ I wanted to kiss you…during the time I have legs…like a normal girl but…they're gone…I’m sorry it’s stupid.” You sigh, embarrassed.

“ A normal girl…Madam, don’t lower yourself to that, you’re fantastic as you are and I would never want anything else. Now if you let me “ He reassured you, lifting you in his arms in a bridal style before gently putting his lips against yours.

Kissing him was like breathing underwater :soft,warm and perfect. As he gently retreated his mouth, you could still see that something was in this thought.

“ You can sing here as much as you want but…I think I have a proposition for you. Yesterday a guy offered me a place in his crew, the Old man pushed me to go for it…find the All blue. Please, come with me…You could show people like you wanted that you not what they thought, I will protect you and these crew seem really good”

The offer takes you by surprise, you never could imagine The Baratie without him. In fact, you couldn’t imagine yourself singing there anymore if he wasn’t even there to watch you perform, nor could you think of your life without him in it.

“ Okay, if they accept me I will follow you”

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The straw hat crew didn’t just accept you, you became a member of the group.

Swimming along the boat, signaling at Sanji to be ready,you take some speed and jump grabbing the dangling rope, letting you perform Luffy's favorite number : The flying mermaid.

Helped by your previous momentum, you rise above the lower deck and fall in the arm of Sanji, always waiting to catch his precious mermaid.

#opla!sanji x reader #sanji x reader #one piece netflix #opla sanji #opla #vinesmoke sanji x reader #one piece #one piece sanji #opla vinesmoke sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #Sanji Request #Taz Skylar #opla sanji x reader

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yallfavblkgirl · 4 months

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𝙈𝘼𝙉 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍.

ꨄ • 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - mizu meets you, the man killer.

ఌ • 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 - blood, gore, kissing, and cussing.

𝙢𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!

mizu walked into some bar, not to drink anything but to look for someone. this person she was looking for kill 2,000 men in a day, of course this was 2nd place compared to mizu.

mizu sat down at the table when she saw a person with a hood on her head, the person got up and walked out the doors. mizu followed behind the person.

mizu followed them into a alleyway until the person stopped, mizu hid behind a wall and took a deep breath. she then turned around to see that the person was gone.

mizu felt a punch hit her in her face, she looked up at the person looking down at her. “why are you following me?” the person asked, mizu pushed her glasses up and got up.

she pulled out her sword and the person sighed as they did the same but the person smirked and threw their sword down. mizu shrugged and did the same.

the person and mizu started fighting, the person tripped mizu and pinned her to the ground. “answer me! why are you-” the person didn’t get to finish what they was saying before mizu kicked them off of her.

mizu tried to get up but she fell back on her knees, she looked at the person to see them smiling. the person held out at knife with blood on it.

mizu took her hand off her rib to see the blood from the wound, “tell me why are you following me?!” the person yelled before walking over to you.

mizu groaned in pain, the person sighed before grabbing both of the swords. the person banged mizu on the head and mizu immediately passed out.

after some hours later, mizu found herself laying on the ground with snitches over her wound and she gasped when she found out that her wraps around her chest were showing.

the door side open and mizu immediately placed her clothes back on, the person put their hands up and sat down as they placed the mini table down with a tea set.

“can we talk?” the person asked and mizu sat down, the person did the same, “i know why you’re following me now but i don’t care for the story behind it.” the person said.

“some fat guy snitched you up and now he’s cooking something.” the person spoke, “if it’s okay with you, i’m going to take my hood off but please don’t scream.” the person spoke.

mizu nodded, the person slowly took off their hood, mizu jaw dropped a bit as she saw their curly hair and dark skin. “good you didn’t scream so i don’t have to cut out your vocal cords.” she said with a smile.

“you’re- you’re a woman?” mizu asked but the thing she wanted to say was ‘your skin is beautiful’ but she had to hold her tongue on that one.

“yes, i am.” she said with a smile, “i’m y/n.” she said. mizu looked at her in disbelief, y/n laughed causing mizu to look away quickly.

“when i was young, my village was being destroyed by white settlers. they promised that if we went on the boat with them that we would be safe and secure but my mother knew better,” she started as mizu listened and took a sip of her tea.

“my mother threw me onto this ship and begged this japanese woman to take me in and give me a home, the woman agreed but when the white men found my mother they killed her without hesitation.” y/n spoke and gripped her necklace

“i’m so sorry.” mizu said in a low tone, y/n laughed, “don’t be sorry for me, be sorry for those white men because as soon as i catch them im going to kill him for what he did.” y/n said and mizu’s heart skipped a beat.

mizu didn’t know what she was feeling but she took off her glasses and y/n narrowed her eyes, “i’m set to kill a white man too.” mizu said and you smiled.

“whatever clever insult comes next is not as clever as you think.” mizu snapped, you rolled your eyes. “your eyes are beautiful, they used you.” y/n said.

“i’m a monster.” mizu said and you groaned loudly, “you’re not a monster! you’re human if let whatever people say about us get our heads we start to believe everything they say.” y/n said and mizu looked down.

“you’re not a monster, you’re a beautiful boy with beautiful eyes.” she said and mizu smiled a bit, “and you’re a beautiful girl with beautiful hair, lips, eyes, and skin.” mizu said bluntly before walking to her mat on the ground.

you sighed with a smile on your face, mizu laid down but got up and stopped her before she could walk out. “i’m sorry for trying to kill you.” mizu spoke and y/n sighed, “i know.” she said.

“but you’re kinda of a brat.” mizu said and y/n closed the door, “what did you call me?” y/n questioned as her eyebrows raised. mizu smirked, “you’re a fucking brat.” mizu repeated.

y/n tilted her head and got closer to mizu, “what are you going to do about that?” y/n asked as mizu and her started fighting again.

y/n pinned mizu to the ground causing y/n to laugh, “don’t so strong now huh?” y/n laughed but mizu wasn’t laughing it was like she was mesmerized by the girl.

“what?” y/n asked before mizu lifted her body up, y/n let go of her wirst as mizu got up with y/n still on her lap. “you’re so beautiful.” mizu said softly as she pushed her hair back a bit, the eye contact between the two girls was strong.

but y/n broke it, mizu followed her eyes and lifted her head back so y/n could see her eyes again. “please don’t look away from me.” mizu spoke and she immediately went back to looking into mizu’s eyes.

y/n’s eyes look at her lips for a quick moment before she looked up back at mizu’s eyes, mizu smirked as she pulled her in closer.

“the man killer huh?” mizu asked before kissing y/n’s lips.

pt 2????

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Luck Runs Out |Part 1|

Pairing: Mabel x Reader

Summary: When your luck runs out you unknowingly drag Mabel back into the life, she's so desperate to escape.

Warnings: Drugs, Guns, Violence

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: This is what happens when hyperfixations converge

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“Cut the line!” You screamed over the raging storm and grinding machine.

“No!” Your captain yelled. “We can’t let the product go!”

“We have to!” you turned to face the captain.

“We have too much money riding on this drop.”

You watched as your fellow crewman continued to push the lever, trying to raise the net with product. You lifted thousands of pounds of fish almost daily so drugs shouldn’t be any different. It wasn’t usually different. The thing about machines though, no matter how many times you’ve used them, no matter how reliable they were in the past, they could still break.

The machine continued to groan, the wire grinding and struggling to raise the net. It was a bigger drop than usual, but it wasn’t anything you and the crew couldn’t handle. The thing that didn’t help though was that there was a major storm, the waves crashing around the boat, swaying it violently back and forth as your crew tried to raise the drugs. Most fishermen would have held out in leaving the dock when they heard the storm would be rolling in, just wait for it to pass and leave in the morning to get their catches. Your crew had a time limit though, you were told about the drop and drug dealers didn’t care about a ‘little storm’ in their words. Your job was just to get the drugs and bring them in.

“We have to cut the line!” You shouted, begging your captain to see reason.

“No!” He screamed back. “We get this line up or being out of a job will be the least of our worries.”

The grinding got louder, you looked to see the device to lift the net now smoking. Any other captain would have told them to cut the line, it would have sucked, but any other fishermen would have just taken the loss of the catch, the risk wasn’t worth it. You weren’t just any other fishermen though; you were the best. Your crew brought in some of the biggest catches, you were on one of the nicest fishing boats in the harbor, for fishermen the whole crew were well off not just the captain. You were also drug smugglers, you moved more drugs than fish, that’s where the real money came from.

“Screw it!” You said, watching as your crew mate struggled with the lever, losing his grip and as he slipped from a large wave that crashed onto the deck. The lever went down, the cord holding the product started to drop back into the ocean. Your crew mate quickly recovered and grabbed the lever, pushing it up as he caught the product, the cargo swinging from the sudden change.

You rushed forward, moving to push your crew mate out of the way when the cocking of a gun stopped you in your tracks. You heard it clearly, as if there weren’t crashing waves and thunder surrounding you.

“I said no,” your captain repeated.

You slowly turned to see your captain aiming a revolver at your head. You stared down the barrel of the gun, looking over it to see no hesitation in your captains’ eyes. You took a step away from the machine, refusing to back down from your captain's gaze. He was your captain, this was his ship, what he said was law, if he asked the men to throw you overboard, they would. A crew was supposed to be like family, fishing was dangerous, and the ocean was unforgiving, if you couldn’t rely on your crew, you might as well be dead. Everyone had a job and you needed to trust everyone would do their job, if you couldn’t trust them, then there was risk, everything could go wrong, and on the ocean, if something goes wrong it can not only cost you your life but your entire crews.

There was a groan then a loud snap, breaking the tense moment. Your eyes left the gun pointed at you and went to where the drugs were being lifted. One of the cables had snapped, the other was straining itself to hold the load. With the crew distracted you ran forwards, hitting the button to release the load. The net of drugs instantly dropped; the boat harshly swayed at the change in weight, sending you flying back into the side of the boat, nearly going over the edge.

You held onto the edge, trying to keep yourself upright. You turned around just as a shot rang out. An incredible force hit your shoulder, flipping you over the side of the boat. The cord that had broken free of the machine lifting the drugs entered the water, wrapping around your ankle as it trailed after the net it was connected to, the drugs you tried so hard to cut loose to save everyone was now dragging you to the bottom of the ocean. You weren’t a good person, you’d made a lot of bad choices in life, whatever the reason for those choices ultimately led you to where you were now. You always knew getting involved with this life was most likely a death sentence. Maybe the god of the sea would take mercy on you, maybe remake you into a shark or something cool. You weren’t that lucky though; the sea god was just as ruthless and merciless as the ocean he ruled. You were in his domain; you didn’t deserve his mercy.

You watched as the light from the boat slowly faded. You weren’t sure if they were leaving you, they probably were, or if you were too deep for light to reach, also probable, or made you were starting to blackout from whatever hit you, also highly likely. You deserved this, sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor, alone in the dark with nothing to do but rot. You deserved this.

Your eyes snapped open, the saltwater stinging them. You might have deserved to die like this but that didn’t mean you were going to make it easy. You were a fighter to the very end and there was no way you were going to sit back and just let the ocean take you. You swam up, trying to kick your foot loose from the cord it was tangled in. the cord seemed to only get more tangled, the pallet of drugs only pulling you deeper by the second. You felt around, searching your body for the knife you always kept on you. You let out an internal sigh of relief when your finger brushed the metal, your hand quickly gripping the rubber handle.

You freed your knife and swam down, the cord that was around your ankle was too thick to cut through, you were going to need to cut the net the drugs were in. You swam further down, black spots dancing in the corner of your eyes. You felt around, finally feeling the net, following the path of the net until you found where the cord around your leg connected to the net. You quickly dug the knife into the rope, sawing back and forth until the cord broke free. You didn’t waste a second, quickly swimming back to the surface.

You broke through the water, gasping for air, trying to keep your head above the water as the waves crashed over you. The storm was still raging, you looked around, seeing nothing but the glint of your knife in the moonlight. A few seconds after floating on the water, trying to reserve your energy since you didn’t know right from left in the ocean. If you just started swimming you could end up going further out to sea. You needed to find a piece of driftwood or something just to keep yourself afloat as the current guided you back to shore.

You sheathed the knife back at your side, not removing your hand until you knew it was secure. You reached down, bringing your leg up as you tried to detangle the cord from your ankle, while also keeping your head above the water. The cord was thick and heavy, it kept trying to drag you down but eventually you got it around your foot, kicking your foot to untangle the rest of it until you were finally free.

Something else broke the surface, making you jump but when you got closer you saw it, three tightly sealed packs of drugs. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, the drugs that seemed to be your downfall might be the thing that saved you. You swam to them, pushing them as close as you could together, holding them in place as they kept you afloat.

You pulled out your necklace that you always kept tucked under your shirt, giving it a kiss, silently thanking Poseidon or any other sea god that might exist. You didn’t necessarily believe in the Greek gods, but you grew up hearing those stories, fascinated by the mythology of it all. When you got into fishing your mother gifted you a little trident necklace and ever since you had never taken it off. You knew it was kind of stupid and your crew always made fun of you for it, but you always kissed it before going out to sea and held onto it during difficult times. You didn’t believe in it but on the off chance that the gods were real you wanted to show your support in some way, besides, representing the god of the sea and showing him respect didn’t hurt anything. It gave you comfort, believing in a god, believing that when you went out to sea you’d be protected and if the worse came, then you’d have somewhere to go, that your soul might be protected in the afterlife.

Or maybe Poseidon saved you only to let you die a far harsher death. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean isn’t ideal but it would have been quicker than your current predicament. Now you were floating in the middle of the ocean, a couple bags of drugs the only think keeping you from exhausting yourself and sending you back down to your demise. No one knew where you were, no one would come for you, your crew would lie about what happened and everyone would write you off as dead. You were soaked down to your bones, the top half of your body shivering in the moonlight, you had no food, no water. Your only hope of rescue was being close enough to shore that the tide would carry you in before you died from dehydration, which you knew wasn’t likely. Otherwise, your fate lied in the coast guard stumbling upon you or some unsuspecting fisherman catching sight of you as they set out for their catch.

You sighed, closing your eyes, yeah, the sea god was pissed at you. You couldn’t blame him; you did taint his ocean with drugs after all. You deserved everything that was coming to you. At least the rain stopped, maybe you were being shown mercy after all, maybe Poseidon wasn’t going to allow you to die alone, in the ocean, in the freezing rain. To most that wouldn’t seem like a kindness but for a god that was about as merciful as it got. You were lucky the waves weren’t still crashing over you, refusing to allow you to break through to the surface, fighting your way up and the surface just constantly being out of reach. If you were to die by simple dehydration, then you were lucky.

You had one arm stretched out over the packs of drugs to help keep them together, your fingertips dipping into the water with each movement of the waves. You rested your head against the packs, your eyelids becoming heavy despite your desire to keep them open. The last thing you saw was the moonlight before you finally lost consciousness.

Your eyes slowly fluttered, squinting as you tried to look around but quickly dropped your head back down when you didn’t have the strength to lift it. You groaned, as you reached over, touching your shoulder, gritting your teeth at the pain that shot through your entire body at the lightest touch. When you pulled your hand away, resting it in front of your face as you opened your eyes just a bit more to see your fingers coated red. With that your eyes slowly closed again.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, not able to open your eyes again. The sun beating down on you as you swayed with the waves. You weren’t sure where they were taking you, to shore, or further out into the ocean, inching closer to your demise with each wave.

The waves got rougher, making you regain consciousness for a second. It sounded like people were talking, you nodded thinking you finally succumbed to delusions and now you were hearing things. Certainly, it was only a matter of time before the ocean took you again, dragging you back down to your watery tomb.

Death never came though, you were gripped by the shoulders and hoisted upward, gently being placed back down on a hard surface. You tried to open your eyes, squinting as you saw a handful of silhouettes standing over you. One of them stood taller than the other, looking down at you as he pointed to the others, seeming to give them orders. When he turned, the sunlight hitting him just right, you could see he had a beard, he also smelled oddly like fish, maybe Poseidon was real after all, or maybe you smelled like fish, you were on a fishing boat the night before and had been in the ocean since then.

“Holy shit,” someone whispered, the first thing you could properly hear but your eyes wanted to remain closed as you tried to turn toward the voice.

“Let’s get back to shore!” someone ordered.

“We need to get them to a hospital,” another voice said. This voice was closer to you, and you felt pressure go to your injured shoulder, causing you to let out a cry, your body jolting from the pain but quickly flopping back down again.

“No,” you rasped out. “No hospital.” You tried to raise your hand to wave them off, but you didn’t think your hand ever left the ground. “No,” you breathed out before finally fully losing consciousness again.

#mabel finestkind #mabel (finestkind)#mabel x reader #mabel x you #mabel x fem!reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #finestkind 2023 #luck runs out

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