#I'm really happy with this and I hope you guys are to.

[irisintheafterglow]

he's the death you chose (you're in terrible danger)

summary: married life with husband!gojo means cleaning up bodies at 2am.

wc: 1k

cw/tags: mentions of violence, blood, and deaths (nothing graphic), mild angst/comfort with happy ending, some swearing, yes this is the albatross coded

note: honestly not sure where this came from! was just listening to ttpd and thought about what being married to gojo realistically would be like (aka always being targeted as his weakness that it becomes routine). hope you like it :)

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Wise men once said, “Don’t sleep with your windows open,” and you should have listened to them. If you had, there wouldn’t be three dead mercenaries in your living room, and another somewhere in your kitchen. There were five, originally, but you figured the last one was being hunted down a hallway as he tried to escape your building. The blood-spotted microwave’s clock reads 2:08 when you glance at it to grab cleaning supplies from the cupboard. 2:10 is when Satoru re-enters the apartment and kicks off his shoes. 

“I called Ijichi; he’s sending over cleaners right now,” he says, carefully stepping around the blood and curse guts splattered on the floorboards. Stray drops of who knows what speckle the photos on the bookshelf and he wipes them with his sleeve, scowling. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” 

“Yeah, there’d probably be less of a mess,” you admit, wiping down the kitchen island and guiding the crumbs and dust into the trash. “But they’d still be dead, so I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end.” 

“You handled yourself pretty well for being out of the country for a few months,” he adds appreciatively, retrieving the carpet cleaner from under the sink and sprinkling it onto the living room floor. “I still think it’d be better if you lived on-campus, though.” He squints in the pale moonlight at the pile of abrasive powder and decides to dump a little bit more for good measure. 

“I know–Hey, what’d I tell you about wasting the carpet cleaner? A little goes a long way, remember?” Satoru sets the tube down and puts his hands up in surrender, reaching back and tightening his blindfold before he approaches you in the kitchen. “I can hear your thoughts as they make their way to your mouth, dear.” 

“Look, I know what you’re gonna say–”

“Don’t ask what you’re about to ask, then, if you already know the answer,” you interject with that lightning-quick wit he adored so much. You move to grab the broom from next to the fridge, but he gently catches your wrist and turns you to face him. 

“You’d be safer there,” he continues and you pull your lips into a tight line. 

“Only place I’m safe is wherever I'm with you, realistically.” You had a point. In any other circumstance, the sentiment would be sweet if it wasn’t horribly true. You’d heard time and time again from Satoru how he stared restlessly at the ceiling, anxious about what danger might be coming wherever you were. He theorizes that the higher-ups promoted you to spite him, to have you travel even more often than he was and visit more places across the globe than any seasoned sorcerer would be comfortable with. Phone calls weren’t enough to verify that you were safe; he had to see you, feel you, know you were alive. “This is, what, the second time this month? The first time was when I came back from Paris, right?”

“I don’t think that was this month. It might’ve been the last week of the month prior. Monaco, maybe?”

“Eh, same thing. They always come after me when I get back from Europe. You think they’re trying to catch me off guard or something?”

“I don’t know if we can predict a schedule with these guys, babe,” he grimaces. As much as he liked that you were making light of the situation, the churning in his gut about what could have happened if he didn’t come was too painful to ignore. “Your dad would kill me if he saw how much danger I put you in.” 

“It’s a step up than sneaking me out of the third story of the house, I’ll admit,” you tease. How you could still find humor in times like these, he could never fathom. It’d taken months to convince your father to let Satoru court you, let alone marry you. To your family, he was an impediment, an obstacle, and, unfortunately, the love of your life. “Maybe even as bad as the food poisoning you got from that one place in Sendai.”

“I don’t think ‘in sickness and in health’ is supposed to apply to attempted assassinations. Food poisoning and sprained ankles, sure, but that other one toes the line a little too much.” The frequency of your life in danger was why he wanted you to live full-time on one of the Jujutsu Tech campuses and become a teacher, like him. Sure, a selfish part of him wanted you closer all the time, but he’d pick your safety over your proximity any day. 

“How far are the cleaners?” You yawn, washing your hands at the sink and scanning for everything in your home that needs to be wiped or scrubbed. 

“Ten minutes, tops. I can wait for them if you wanna go back to bed.” He knew you weren’t going to take him up on his offer. You were never able to sleep properly after attempts like this unless he was in the same room. “Though I know you won’t.”

“Isn’t it a little fucked up that we know how the rest of these nights usually go?” You chuckle, a soft, airy sound that takes some of the weight off of Satoru’s chest. You were truly sunlight incarnate and he was the darkest, unseen side of the moon. 

“I’d say this is all my fault, honestly.” You look at him curiously and he shrugs. “I’m the one who made you fall in love with me, after all.” 

“By that logic, I’m also partially to blame,” you point out, flashing him the ring on your left hand. The glow of cursed energy Satoru had embedded into the gemstones glows like Christmas lights in the darkness. The energy was more concentrated than your own body’s natural reserves, allowing him to pinpoint you immediately as long as you were wearing it. Danger and plans A through Z, and everything in between that came with marrying the strongest sorcerer in existence. “I can’t count the number of people who warned me about you.”  

“Why didn’t you listen to them?” 

“Because they’re not you,” you smile. “If you say that you’ll keep me safe, then I trust you to keep your word.” Sunlight incarnate, he thinks again, and God help anyone who tries to block you from him.

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[heeseung-min]

[22:41]

You were staring frustratedly at the paper on your hand. The mark written on the top changed your mood drastically. You looked up and saw your classmates reaction towards their mark. Some looked happy, some are not and few of them were indifferent.

"I hope you guys can keep up to do better next time. Class dismissed."

Everyone started to put their things inside their bags and one by one slowly walked out of the class however when you already near the exit, you heard your teacher called your name. With disappointed huffed you turned to him with confuse expression.

"We need to talk about your performance in the class."

Slowly the class only have you and your professor. You waited him to say something but became irritated when he just doing his work without saying anything to you for few minutes.

"If you don't have anything to say, I will go out."

"Solve this question."

He said as he wrote the question on the whiteboard. You confusedly stared at him but he tilted his head towards the board waiting for you to move. When you picked up the marker and started to write the answer you can feel him standing behind you. You flinched when you felt one of his hand slided around your waist.

"Sir - "

"Why do you avoid me?" He asked with a gentle voice while putting his head on your shoulder and started to left kisses on your cheek and neck.

"Sir please- ", the hand that was holding the marker trembling when he touch became bold. When you felt he slowly pushed you to face him to kiss his lips, you pulled yourself out of his hold. You stood in front of him and glared at him.

"We should not do this. It's inappropriate."

"Really? You didn't say those that night."

"Sunghoon, please."

"Ahh, I miss hearing that. Especially when you were under -"

"STOP IT! That was a mistake. That night was a mistake. I'm sorry for causing that trouble."

Immediately, you left Sunghoon alone in the room. He stared at his hand that successfully took your handkerchief when he was hugging you and smelled on it before let out a moan.

"Fuck, you make me crazy Y/n."

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It's been few days since the incident between you and your professor, Sunghoon. You didn't attend his class and asked some notes from your classmates claiming that you are sick to go to the class. Sunghoon became irritated when he didn't get to see you for few days. He was walking around the hallway replying to the greetings by the students but suddenly stopped when he saw you at the university's garden. He smiled at the sight of you but frowned upon a man sitting next to you laughing together.

"Really now? You choose him over me?"

He said that to himself as he started to walk away from there. No, Sunghoon will not let you go just like that. He will make sure you will come back to him no matter what.

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It's 8.30 a.m. and you were walking on the hallway to get to your class however you noticed the students were gosipping about something. Seems like all of them were talking about the same thing. You felt weird and decided to take your phone out and read the group chat in case you missed some info.

When you clicked on the chat, everyone has shock response to a video that sent by anonymous in the group. You clicked on the video to play it. The whole video was captured in a dark place but you can see two silhouette in it. The position looks intimate and immediately you were shocked when you heard a loud moan on the video. You started to feel nervous and quickly ran to find someone.

Sunghoon was sipping on his warm coffee when you entered his room without knock on it. From your expression he knew what are you going to say but he just wants to pretend dumb for a second.

"May I know why are you here, Miss Y/n?"

"You....the video. I told you to delete it right? You said you deleted it already!!!"

Sunghoon scoffed and stood up from his seat and went to stand in front of you.

"You should not believe what people say easily baby."

Your face already wet by tears at this point. The thought of everyone finding out you fucked your lecturer is terrifying. You don't want to ruin your life.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You were the one in the fault baby. Should not go to another man when I'm literally right here. Plus, you should be lucky I didn't include the whole video. It just few seconds of your beautiful moan. If I put the whole video then imagine how surprise people are towards you."

The next thing happened shocked both of yourself and Sunghoon. You never imagine yourself kneeling and begging to him. This sight of you made Sunghoon a little bit hard.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Please don't do that."

Ah, there it is. Sunghoon knew he can make you surrender and go back to him. You just need a little bit force.

"Oh, baby. I'm not that cruel. Just quit your study and live with me and we are good."

Oh, Y/n. You will never escape from Sunghoon.

Hiii it's been a long time i posted right😭😭😭god i hope you guys still like my story

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[pokemonshelterstories]

Help! Do shelters take Munchlax? My grandma gave me one for my birthday, and while Munchling is a very happy and kind mon, I just cannot afford the amount of food to feed her. I got in contact with her again and she said a man was giving away "rare baby pokemon" for free and she thought it would be a perfect present for me. She's a good woman but she really wants me to settle down with kids. I wish I knew who gave this to her, because that sounds sketchy. I'm planning on taking my mon to the pokemon center to see if something is wrong.

Do shelters take Munchlax?

oh, that's awful...i hope someone reports that guy. he could have put your grandmother in a very bad situation...and he ended up indirectly putting you (and your munchlax) in a not-great situation at the end of the day.

whether or not a local shelter will take your munchlax depends on what region you're in and what kind of shelter it is. for example, i work at a public shelter in paldea, which means that we have to take in any pokemon surrendered to us even if we can't really provide for it...which means we then relocate or euthanize the pokemon as necessary. but private shelters (or some public shelters, depending on regional laws) and sanctuaries can refuse to accept a pokemon, and they often will if the pokemon's care needs are particularly difficult. feeding a munchlax is a tall order given how little funding some shelters have!

i'd recommend calling up your local shelters and asking to speak to whoever handles pokemon surrenders to see if they'll take a munchlax from you or at least help you relocate it.

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokemon care #munchlax

[luna-lovegreat]

Legend sick fics you say 👀

Well I don’t think I remember too many sick fics off the top of my head but weathered and wavering by Quirkle is very good.

Once you have a collection please do share with the class 🫶

Hehe yeah. Here is the original post about Legend sick fics. I got a lot of recommendations in the replies and reblogs that are so cool- seriously I read a ton of them and you guys are so awesome (/gen)

@uniquevoidflowers wrote this fic for me which is amazing of course- it has some of the coolest imagery with a flower thermometer which makes me very happy

Pretty much all of @skyward-floored 's sick fics are awesome, including this legend one that was instantly recommended to me by quite a lot of people lol (since it was posted very recently) (go read it)

Fill the cracks with gold by @sister-dear was so fun to read, it might be one of my favourites for Four

I loved Hiding behind plaster and ceramics by @occasionallyprosie -it had a lot of takes I hadn't seen before and was also very good writing

@arecaceae175 recommended down, a nine chapter sickfic that is really good, I loved reading it.

There's a lot of other ones, and most of them are in the notes of the post I made:

@the-au-collector made this reblog with a ton of good recommendations, and @hero-of-the-wolf reblogged with one I liked. Idk if the links can work like that but we'll find out

And my wisdom tooth surgery went well :D I've stayed off the internet for a bit of recovery. I'm good I'm just not doing too much interacting when I'm tired *shrug*. I was scared because my health is always so bad but it was ok. :))) I have definitely spent a lot of time reading- I knew it was a good idea to ask for sick fics for surgery week XD

So that's the lovely list of sick fics I've been reading- for when you get your wisdom teeth out. Or you're not feeling well, or you just feel like reading. Anyways.

Also my mind is still pretty tired right now but I wanted to answer this- I hope it's ok for everyone I tagged, and my phrasing and language isn't good right now, sorry. Love you guys /plat <333

#asks #personal #Lu fic #?? #I'm not sure what to tag #linked universe #linkeduniverse #yeah cause it's uhh yeah #Lu legend #I've never done fic recommendations before so uhh I just kind of copied other formats after asking my friend for help #I also have barely done links! which is fine! ig. I don't know how those links with the reblogs will have worked so... #let me know if something doesn't work :) #(...I also didn't edit this much so I'm worried about how my words came across also my mind is still bleh because face surgery) #also like a huge fear is getting something wrong? like linking the wrong fic or @ing the wrong person so if I messed up sorry #<3333 #god I love you guys so much #I wasn't expecting that much response but yall came through #who needs actual food not just soft foods when there's fanfic to devour am I right #but really yall are so awesome I could explode fifjfficikcif #twas a wonderful collection of sick fics #and I hope it's ok for everyone I tagged... and I still have so many others I love that's just what I read this week #yeah my mind is not thinking well so I'm going off the internet now #okie bye

[snow-lavender]

now that we're a week out from the finale, i'm feeling settled enough to make my sappy post. TL;DR is: fable has been incredibly important to me, and i think it's a story that's important to have out there. to the community and cast, you've made something beautiful and helped me more than you could know.

so here we go-

i started watching fable in the summer of 2022, to kill time in between summer courses (and thank fuck for that, cause my brain desperately needed to have some fun after 5 hours a day of doing psych stats by hand.) i was originally pulled in by vo'lete, as dissecting a conlang is really fun to me. it became basically the only media i consumed, as 2022/2023 was the fourth year of my BA and i was crazy busy. and then the characters pulled me in further with their earnestness and their devotion to redemption and compassion.

i think one of the theses of fable is "people always deserve happiness. doing awful things doesn't erase your ability to change." and i think the simplicity and love of that take hit really close to home. in the era of modern fandom where bad actors try to make everything black and white, it's an important point to make.

i started making shitposts on tumblr, started enaging with stories from an analysis standpoint again, and found a lot of joy in the community here. i don't have the words for what that means to me, so i'll just default to you guys are great <3

then mid-august happened

those of you who frequent rin's streams might have caught bits and pieces of this, but basically, i had a fall and my knee became royally fucked beyond belief. it can only be fixed with a surgery that's not very common. the pain was (and still is) debilitating to the point that i had to drop out of my second degree, and couldn't walk more than like, a block every few days. my life, my dreams, my future all got put on hold. i was in a new city with no supports, no friends, and no way to leave my apartment. fable went from the only media i consumed to the only thing i did, period.

the fandom became the only people i talked to regularly, other than my family, as online relationships were the only ones possible to maintain. in fableblr and in rin's chat i've found people who i really click with, people whose company i enjoy and who enjoy mine. when i was lying in bed, feeling so alone and less than human, having people on the internet go "i know who you are and you are making an impact," quite frankly, kept me sane. i know i don't talk to people super often, but know that seeing you in my notifs brings me so much joy, and i'd love to talk to you more.

to assuage any worries- i'm doing a bit better now. i've moved back in with my parents so i have human contact and people who can make up for the things i can't do. i have a new doctor who is taking the severity of my condition very seriously and is fighting to get me treated asap. i'll be okay.

so yeah. fable has been super important to me, and will remain so! for me it's a story with so much joy and deep feelings and rediscovery of passions and just. fun. it's been so much fun. and i'm not letting go of that fun any time soon. i'm gonna keep making and watching and enjoying.

to sage, corn, and cob- you guys are great, i cherish every time we get to talk. i hope that it's okay that i count you among my friends

to my other mutuals and people who are here frequently- recognizing you in my notes is such a joy and i hope to get to know you better. y'all are cool and i'm glad you think i'm funny

to rin- thank you for nurturing your little community and creating a space where i have so much fun. also thank you for putting up with my constant setting off of automod

to beck- thank you for making a story that explores sisterhood in all its ugliness and beauty, that shows how even families full of love can fuck up, that holds space for loneliness and loss and joy and fear and new beginnings

to the rest of the cast- thank you for making a story with so many varied and yet connected points, characters and world. with so much love in it. you've truly done something special here and its impact will not be forgotten

to all of you- thank you for knowing my name. thank you for breathing life and joy into these stories. i can't wait to see what else we make. <3

#fable smp #just a heads up this does get into slightly venty territory so. yeah.

[vera-king-hrfl]

Zevlor Sex Drive HC.

OK, so I've been thinking about our sexy old legend a lot recently (obviously), and I've decided to explain how I understand his needs. Just... I mean, just look at the guy.

I can't be arsed to format anything, but w/e, you get what you get.

He's really shy at first and doesn't want to burden you with his desires, but when he feels more comfortable, he will indicate his needs in subtle little ways.

He's too much of a gentleman to ask for it outright, but you see the hunger in his fiery eyes as they travel over your body. The way his sharp teeth indent that delicious lower lip, his claws digging into his palms trying to control himself.

He loves to make out. He can kiss you and touch you for as long as you can take it before you get too hot and absolutely attack him. When he learns how to turn you on there's no hope of resisting.

Maybe at first, he comes too fast, he's been starved for touch for so long, but he's able to perform multiple times in any given day. He has amazing stamina and really strong legs, so once you have released that incredible pressure he's able to go for hours.

He needs... needs sex, on the daily. It makes him feel attractive and wanted. He's damaged, and being inside you, or having you inside him, makes him feel loved.

Once he is really comfortable and knows you want him however he likes, he's not picky about the setting. He'll take you anywhere. In bed, bent over a table, up against the wall. He'll pound you into the dirt if that's what's available.

He likes everything. Blowjobs, hand jobs, dry humping. He loves when you play with his ass. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock if you have one. He whimpers so sweetly when you stretch him there. He can come from that alone.

He can also get off from going down on you. And with that long, forked tongue... (it isn't in the game but we the people have decided it and so it shall be.) He's good with you sitting on his face or grabbing his hair or horns and fucking his throat, whatever the case may be.

Zev isn't picky about gender or appearance. As long as you want him, he thinks you're beautiful.

He loves when you caress his horns or his tail. When you touch the ridges on his body, or complement his eyes. He isn't exactly ashamed of what he is, but he's been insulted so much that it makes him really happy that you appreciate his infernal attributes.

He's big. Like, long, heavy, thick, with prominent ribbing. He's been thoroughly blessed by the cock gods. I think it's pretty much universal fandom lore now. He is aware of that, and always afraid of hurting you. And he does, but you like that, don’t you? You'd never tell him that it's too much, even if it is.

He's also really strong. He's not the biggest guy in body, but he's so fit, and has been for so long that he can easily hold you down or throw you around even if you're heavier than him.

He likes to bite and be bitten. Not into pain that much, but he considers it love bites and likes leaving marks on you. He is embarrassed about it but he enjoys the taste of your blood.

He's ready at a moment's notice if the two are alone. He can get hard at a light breeze.

He's not an exhibitionist, but he's fine if nobody can see and you try to be quiet. He'll get shy about public displays of affection.

He always thanks you afterward, even if you're the one who's quivering, covered in sweat and half-wrecked from the pleasure.

He's big into aftercare. He likes to hold you and soothe you as you tremble in his arms. He'll get you a drink or a cloth to clean up with. He can also heal any damage he's done, which eventually makes him more likely to take kinky risks, if you’re enthusiastic about your desire for that.

In conclusion, yeah, I'm down bad. I can't help it, and I'm not sorry.

Note: there's a little hint of what I'm working on now up there somewhere. Something I haven't included in any of my Zev stories yet. Be afraid.

#zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor bg3 #nsft #zevlovers #headcanon #cw suggestive #cw smut

[englishstrawbie]

Station 19 7x09

Now that was one hell of an episode! Forgive me, this might get long.

Carina DeLuca, I was a little mad that you tried to ruin another sexy moment with baby talk but then you did that little lick before you kissed Maya's abs, so all is forgiven. 🔥 Also Carina describing Maya as her "hot, hot, hot wife" when the episode gave us that ending felt intentional and mean.

The mutual "I love you", the nose rub, the kiss... I love these sweet moments between them. And then there was the "I'll see you at home", which said just as much, like they were willing it to be true because they both know that the wildfires are going to be a hard fight. Especially after Carina had just been treating a patient whose husband was lost in the woods.

"What if this is it? What if I never see him again?" ... we all know where Carina's mind went at that moment.

"I'm sure he's doing whatever he can to find his way back to you" ... oh, I hope she hangs on to these words when she finds out about Maya. (Assuming she does...? It seems to me like they need to get Maya out of that fire pretty damn quick, before Carina even has chance to find out.)

"Monogamy is for the weak" ... "Or the very very dedicated, that's what I said - and that's who I am now" ... THANK YOU for remembering the whole line. It drives me crazy when people only quote the first part, when the second part of it says a whole lot more about who Maya was then and who she is now. That said, I have mixed feelings about the idea of her offering to get pregnant if Carina can't - because the whole point of pushing the IVF at the same time as adopting Liam is because it's Carina's dream to carry a child and experience childbirth. Still, it says a lot about how much she's changed that she's even willing to think about doing it.

THE ENDING. I expect it's been said enough already but HOLY SH*T. What a way to end the episode, to set up Carina for joy and heartbreak at the same time. Stefania's acting was on point in that moment, the little "no" of disbelief when Helm told her she was pregnant and her "why, do you think it's Maya's?" joke. Contrasted against Maya's absolute panic as the flames surrounded her (even if the special effects of the fire were a little distracting). I don't actually believe it will end in heartbreak, I very much believe that Maya and Carina will get their happy ever after with lots of babies. If anything, I suspect we may see Maya question her job with the fire service again as it feels like it's been leading to that - and I'm still not keen on that idea, but (as someone else pointed out to me) if that's her decision, at least she makes it on her own terms.

Although, at this rate, Andy is going to be left with a team at 19 made up of her ex-husband and Beckett. 👀

I loved all the Maya and Andy scenes we got, I'm glad their friendship has been more prominent this season. I love hearing them both say how proud they are of each other.

Maya Kathleen? Didn't they mean Maya Katherine, after her mom?

All the throwbacks to previous episodes and scenes were great and I hope that continues into the next episode. Dibs on the puppy. Hughie. The five OGs on top of the fire truck was such a wonderful scene, watching them all get into the same position as the last time we saw them there. It made me sad that Dean and Jack weren't there.

"We're 19 - family forever" ... ❤️❤️

I hope Theo getting hurt doesn't interfere with Vic's plans to move to DC with Crisis One. It's where she belongs. I love the idea of Travis going with her, although he has good chemistry with the new guy whose name I don't remember.

This was an A+ episode for me and I really really hope next week's finale lives up to the same hype.

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #my rambles

[alchemicaladarna]

I've had a little more time to gather my thoughts after today's events, and while I do still feel sad and upset that this particular chapter has come to an end, I'm still very grateful that it happened.

I'm so grateful to all the good it has brought so many people. Helping many communities around the world unite and be able to talk to each other, breaking down language and cultural barriers just to freak out about their favorite cubitos.

I'm grateful for all the memories we made. The good and the bad. The sad and the happy. The ones where we all laughed at the silly moments and cried in the tragic ones. I'll look back on them very fondly, and I'm so glad to have been a part of the journey for most of the way.

I never thought I'd get back to watching another SMP after the dsmp ended to be honest. I was just kind of there for that server because I joined at the very end and only watched clip compilations and stuff. So when I heard Quackity was launching a server with Spanish and English speakers with some CC's who I already knew previously, I thought, huh. That's a neat concept I guess. I might not stick around for very long, but I'll check it out I think.

So I began to watch Phil's pov and vods, and I'll never forget the first time I saw an egg live- and just how their characters and stories completely captured my heart in a way that I can't even begin to explain. After that, I decided you know, I might have to stick around for a little while longer. And lo and behold, a year later, here we are.

I also admittedly didn't watch every streamer's pov so I'm not knowledgeable in every character's story, but because of you guys here on qsmpblr, I really felt like I was a part of every community when I read everyone's posts, theories, admire art, or fics people would write too.

I've switched povs a lot throughout the year and I just wanna say thank you to the Crows, Doozers, Jaiden fans (I forgot what you guys are called I'm sorry D':) and especially the Ghosties <3 for keeping me company. I genuinely feel so blessed to have interacted with all of you. Thank you for having me.

And yeah Ghosties, because of your streamer, I'm permanently stuck in that bell now so thanks a lot /j XD

To every fan, on tumblr and elsewhere, thanks for keeping this project- the characters and all the memories we made of it- alive in the fanart and fanfiction. You guys all work so hard and are so very talented too!

To every admin who was part of the project. Thank you for pouring so much love and contributing so much of yourself to the server. It wouldn't have been the same without you. Regardless of if you were a builder, an actor, a writer, etc. you made this project beyond amazing. If it weren't for you, I doubt this project would have reached the same heights that it did. Thank you for all the love, the memories, passion, and care you gave to the qsmp. You all are the best <33

A special thank you to my fellow ghosties here as well. Bad has genuinely become like, my comfort streamer this last year, and I wouldn't have discovered him if it weren't for you guys going crazy over his lore on the dash XD

Thank you everyone. Thank you admins. Thank you CC's . Thank you everybody. This was a wonderful experience and I hope this won't be the last.

This place will always hold a special place in my heart but for now...obrigada, merci, gracias, and buenas noches everyone <333

#qsmp #o7 qsmp #ill miss u dearly #im not going anywhere though #ill be rb stuff and posting art esp so im not leaviing this wonderful community <3 #idk if ill be active on here as mucg

[firefirefruit]

Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Thirty-Six

Read On: AO3 | Table of Contents | Next Chapter

Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

writer's notes: HEY! I'M BACK! I'm graduating for my BA soon, FINALLY! Being so busy and coming back to One Piece and writing has been such a refreshing and welcome feeling; I'm really glad to be back. I'm so excited to finally post a new chapter for you all! I wrote an extra long chapter to make it up to you guys for all the time I've lost, and truly, I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did writing it. PLEASE don't forget to reblog, like or comment, as that helps me a ton in terms of support! Enjoy <3 c:

Chapter Thirty-Six: Dragon Taxi

The echoes of exhilaration reverberate against the crumbling walls of the Draconian citadel, turning every curious dragon’s head in a thousand-mile radius. The beasts pause, mid-flight, wings aflutter before their proud chests like a halo of glittering thorns and observe.

Raya continues to scream, breath after breath after breath, her fingers rooting painfully into the metallic back of Aragnus, in the fear of slipping off. The wind rushes straight into her throat like heavy bullets, her dark hair wildly jumbling up into waves in midst of the ceasefire. Her fingers accidentally brush past his glittering scales, and she can’t help but laugh as each of them flitter in response to her touch. It’s been so long since the last time she’s felt happy – so happy, she’s intoxicated with the feeling and conveniently forgetful of the worries she normally harbours onto like a masochistic blanket.

Aragnus swerves into a harsh right, speeding through the airborne traffic of his fellow brethren; Raya glances around, and for a moment, it feels like time slows down. Her eyes raise upwards, her soft lips parting as she slowly lets out a breath. Beautiful, elegant creatures swerve on each of her vulnerable sides, the curved silhouettes of their bodies singing sweetly into the marrow of her bones. Colours – so many colours, she thinks passionately to herself– glint across their metallic talons, making them look so incredibly heavenly to her plain human eyes.

Without warning, Aragnus plunges upwards.

The obsidian beast drives her upwards like a slinging comet, his tail glowing hot white in reaction to the force of the pressure, before he lowly chitters in what could only be described as teasing as he takes the sight of his dishevelled, frightful passenger.

She accusingly stares back at his large, glossy eyes, shouting against the deafening atmospheric pressure. “What was that?”

He swerves his head away from her gaze. A presentation.

She laughs. Her whole body gleams to the bubbling drop in her stomach, and for a second her fingers seem to be swimming in a pool of glitter, her eyes blurring from the extreme dryness of the air. Her hair, wild and dark and present with palpable energy, begins to ascent above her shoulders in a pool of glow and she doesn’t know what to do besides scream to express her joy.

And then she hears it. The unanimous startled hum of the thousands of dragons within this enormous citadel.

Instantly, Aragnus slows, humming out a rough breath of endorsement. He treads air, facing his kind and offering them a look satisfaction.

Good, he mutters to himself.

“What?” Raya asks. She hesitantly pats his back. “You can keep going, I’m not against you wanting to perform, my little taxi.”

Aragnus scoffs enormously as a spark of fire exits from his snout. Please refrain from calling me transport. Besides, I think we have played quite enough.

“Alright, but…” The next words dies on the tip of the swordsmith’s tongue as she looks around, staring at the view as Aragnus soars them to their destination.

The way the tunnels and entrances are split off from the centre citadel are similar to ant colonies, she remarks, fascination bubbling in her eyes. Aragnus soars through one of the hundreds of tunnels present, gliding effortlessly in the embers of the fire.

When they arrive, Raya doesn’t know what to say.

Where they are now couldn’t be described as anything else but majestic in a wild sentiment. With eight towering boulders equidistantly set in a semi-circle, the rest of the cavern is empty except for the humongous platform in the centre. But Raya notices something – etched across the platform is an array of thousands of claw marks, so imprinted into the rock’s surface that Raya somehow felt the desperation and fear of the many who stood there before her. Raya can’t help but wonder what had happened to the owners of those marks.

Seven other dragons, similar to Aragnus’ enormous size, but not as broad as he, begin to slow to their descent onto each of their designated boulder. One yellow, the other red, and a glittering green all begin to snort in what sounded like chittering excitement – and for some inexplicable reason, it makes Raya’s blood run cold.

She swallows, now feeling incredibly distrustful of her taxi ride. Her brown eyes scan for his, yet they’re unable to reach them as they remain focussed ahead.

“So,” Raya casually says, desperately trying to steel herself from feeling the panic rising in her stomach. “Am I being publicly executed, or what?”

But Aragnus doesn’t respond.

Raya swallows. “I asked you a question,” she slowly enunciates, staring down at the dragon who now graces them onto the clawed out platform.

Calm yourself. We shall explain in mere moments.

She swerves herself away from him like a jerk reaction, now completely alarmed by his response.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

A scream echoes against the walls. Usopp, distraught, comes running through the entrance.

“Raya!”

Her head snaps towards her crew, her brain slowly taking in each of their panicking faces. A frightened Chopper, Usopp and Brook – they gape at Raya, who dumbfoundedly stands alone and vulnerable on the crumbling platform with eight looming beasts carefully tracking her movements.

Luffy, Sanji, and Franky – even she can feel the heat of their concern from miles away.

Nami and Robin.

“What…”

Nami is at a loss for words; her eyebrows are knit together with dread. Robin’s eyes cautiously flicker around the room, most likely trying to figure the situation out.

And, finally, a manic Zoro.

Her eyes lock onto his almost out of second nature, holding his gaze for a moment longer than the others. He’s silent – way too silent for her liking, as he darkens almost instantly when he sees her standing there, all frozen.

There’s a madness in his eye, that’s without question. His fingers instantly snap onto his hilt, furious veins protruding out from his scarred skin.

Then, everyone collapses onto the floor, shouting. A sudden wave of intense pressure invades their minds, their hands clawing at themselves in desperation. All thought and reason exits from their heads as they ground their knees deeper into rock.

We, the eights, call all forth. We, the eights, call all forth, multiple voices – masculine and feminine alike, resound heavily, echoing in clusters of hypnotising thrums in everyone’s thoughts.

Instantly, Usopp screams. He has his hands over his ears, his fingers clawing at his ears, his eyes, over and over with no thought but intense agony. Raya gasps as she remains the only one standing.

Even Luffy is on his arms and knees, but instead of screaming, he remains eerily still.

“Can you—” Bepo grunts out, lagging behind the Strawhats through tangled vocals. He stumbles over his own feet, Law immediately grabbing him by the shoulder. “Am I going crazy? Can you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Law says, raising his fingers as the blue circle around him merges outwards to absorb the incapacitated. He looks at Raya with pursed lips, deep concern shadowing his face. “It’s most definitely the dragons.”

A large swarm screeches in the distance, their wings billowing through the hollow colonies of caves like a thunderous harmony. They grow nearer and nearer to her judgement, making Raya worriedly twist around to stare at the great eight dragons.

Raya furiously swerves towards Aragnus, who now takes a graceful position on largest boulder of the eight. “How are you doing that? How are you speaking to them?”

Merely, the dragon’s eyes narrow. You think very little of us, caller.

“Raya, are you alright?” Sanji calls out, his teeth gritting hard in his jaw. “What the hell do they think they’re gonna do to you? I’m gonna beat the shit out of them, I swear.”

“Shut it, cook,” Zoro snarls maliciously, forcing himself onto his feet despite the pressure that slams thickly into him. His lips twitch from the pain, but instantly he erases the expression from his face. “You’re making things worse.”

He begins to unsheathe his swords, but Raya raises a hand at him with a fiery glare.

“No. Don’t even think about it.” She soberly looks at Aragnus. “I’m going to handle this.”

Suddenly, Zoro laughs out loud, his dark grey eye bulging with a sudden rush of insanity. His voice rises to an alarming level of anger - barely ever occurring for the swordsman in question which catches Raya off guard.

“Do you know what kind of fucking situation you’re in right now? What they’re gonna do to you?”

Luffy instantly snaps his head towards Zoro, his face darkening. “I’m not letting that happen.”

“Stop it, both of you. If she’s not asking for your heroics, then you don’t intervene.” Nami snaps, grabbing both of their arms.

“But—"

With an ear-splitting whoosh, the swarm now appears soaring through the room like screeching bats, shrouding the cavern into complete darkness. They soar behind the great eight, poising themselves in what seems to be crafted like a crude amphitheatre clawed out of stone. Thousands of beady eyes slink on her, watchfully gazing on their prey.

She bristles at their stares, causing her to gain more courage than she should be granted in a predicament like this.

“Why am I here? Is this some sort of morbid entertainment? You want me to fight till the death?” Her voice rises, staring each of the great eights down. She glares at the centre of the eight, onto the proud, towering Aragnus. She mutters lowly, “Because I’ll fight. Don’t think for a second I won’t.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Zoro madly yells, struggling to free himself from Robin’s impenetrable hands.

Aragnus merely chortles. It sounds like you have been bloodthirsty for much too long.

Zoro freezes. “I swear to fuck, Raya, don’t do anything-”

Raya swallows. “I’m parched.”

The samurai curses so loudly, his voice echoes again and again within the infinite chamber.

Then it will be an honour to aid your palate.

And he swerves towards her, his serrated obsidian claws ripping out from between its armoured skin. Zoro, finally bouldering himself out of Robin’s grasp, immediately tries to charge towards her, but Aragnus is too quick.  With one single flap of his wings, he musters enough force to throw the swordsman flying in the air. Zoro hurtles away like an asteroid from such intense pressure that even heavy-bodied Franky has to slam his fingers into a boulder to stop himself from flying away.

Crack.

The sound of multiple bones painfully breaking apart envelops the space.

Moments pass. Silence.

There’s a deep hole made in the wall, rock crumbling over like heavy rain, with no sight of Zoro.

Nothing.

Raya’s heart stops. Her face falters.

“What the fuck,” she mumbles through clenched teeth, “was that?”

Aragnus twists his head and takes a slash at her, but she dodges it almost immediately. He pauses to smirk at her.

A presentation.

Her breath comes out unevenly, the blood in her body rushing to her head in intoxicating patterns.

She swallows, fury consuming her as she says the next few words.

“I want your fucking head.”

Instantly, she unsheathes her longsword and strikes at his throat. Aragnus merely snaps his jaw at her advance, but that doesn’t stop Raya. She takes this as an opportunity to strike again – and strike, she does, as she spins herself around so magnificently and proceeds to slice the tip of Aragnus’ tongue.

Aragnus roars in pain. He claws at her again, but, again, it’s blocked, and she swears that now the metal sprouting from her skin begins humming to the blood that flows from her anger. This is exactly how light would feel like, she thinks quickly to herself, as she slams her longsword towards the distressed beast. The metal hums. Her blood thickens. Pure light flows. Glowing deliciously through her cache like fire, like dust, like power.

Raya, Aragnus roars, Granddaughter of the glorious. Niece of the burning. Kotetsu’s truth. You do not know who you are.

“Totally, because, like, I’m brilliant by association, right?” Raya mocks, tilting her head at him and twirling her hair. She scoffs, spinning her longsword across her shoulder to her hip, then piercing it into the ground before her. “Learning such plain facts about me is nothing but kind of… disappointing, to be honest, Aragnus.”

Is that so? The dragon drawls humorously. Then, I ask you to look at yourself. Look at your hands. Your hair. The metal in your skin. Do you know who you are?

“And who do you think you are, my behavioural therapist?”

The dark dragon spins instantaneously, his spiked tail thundering against the floor like a spinning boulder. Raya screams in a blend of pain and exhilaration, her fingers glowing brighter and brighter, her sword vibrating aggressively in her palms. She swings with an overarm, aiming her longsword across Aragnus’ metallic spikes – albeit instead of hitting her mark, stumbles before she does. The dragon thunders a claw onto the platform, splitting the rock into thin, crumbling veins.

You do not know of your true birth right, true or false?

Raya bristles at this. She screams out like a manic beast, completely taken over by her feral instinct. “Hey, how about you shut the fuck up and just fight me?”

Her arm strikes right in between nail and metal, slicing through impenetrable skin with ferocity and finesse. Her hair, flowing above her shoulders, moves as if it’s fire raging beneath a body of undisturbed water.

Instead of roaring, Aragnus only growls in what sounds like positive approval.

Who is your mother, Raya? He pesters. Who is your father? Who do you think you are? Look down at yourself, or I will make you myself!

Before Raya can even react, Aragnus hurtles towards her like a shooting star and slams her to the ground. The air blasts out of her lungs in an instantaneous explosion, her bones beginning to split from beneath Aragnus’ claw, and she cries out.

“Stop!” Luffy screams monsterously. His eyes flash and bulge with madness, with the agony of watching Raya pathetically lay there like that. But he can’t help, as Law continues to hold him hostage in his blue room. Luffy swerves around, slamming his fists on Law’s chest. “You fucking moron, that’s my crewmate!”

“Luffy, wait…” Brook mutters softly as he presses a bony palm against the blue wall. He stands there at the commotion, frozen.

Law doesn’t react to Luffy’s multiple attacks on his arms and chest, his fingers still raised in the air. His eyes are completely focussed on her. On… On who is supposed to be Kozuki Raya.

“Turn around, Mugiwara,” he says. “Look at her.”

Luffy falters. He spins around.

Aragnus pushes her head harder, forcing her eyes to lock onto her own body.

Look, I say.

Raya freezes in her position as she stares at herself. It hurts. It hurts to even look. Her eyes burn like they’re about to melt out of her face.

No. Surely this isn’t the power granted by her devil fruit.

This…

Aragnus poises himself upwards and lets her go, slamming his claw against the rock before her.

You shine. You melt. You release the metal from your veins that blossom like apples on a tree and glow with the power of a thousand consumed souls.

It’s gold. Glowing, beaming light. So bright her retinas are burning and the metal in her skin is melting in liquid silk. Raya stands with silver liquid webbing across her pulsating, golden form. She is ethereal. She is everything consisting of tan skin, golden light and silver steel. Breathing does not matter to her anymore. Her life is only in blinding colour.

Again, the beast charges at her; Raya screams, jumping out of her trance. She, too, charges forwards, and like a shooting asteroid, clashes her whole being, her sword, her arms, and her forehead, against his protruding nails.

You think a mere fruit offers you this? He chortles through his snout. No. This is in your blood. You were never altered. Your heart beats – yes, it has always beaten - with wrath.

“Then who am I?” Raya thunders, and with that burst of anger, a shining light pulsates around her form, forcing her crewmates and allies alike to cover their eyes.

Would you like me to show you?

Immediately, Aragnus soars into the sky and he moves in the most impossible way.

He begins spinning. He spins his entire heavy body like a tabletop turner. Slowly, at first, he moves as if to show off himself in his chromatic, gleaming splendour, twisting and twisting and twisting around until all fall in trance to the wonder of his existence.

He then gains momentum, swirling faster and faster until the dragon becomes nothing but a blur -a dagger-shaped blur - aiming right towards her crew. Raya’s eyes panickily flicker towards them, until she realises that the dragon’s shadow is not hovering over their path, no.

Instead, this looming, heavy beast has his beady eyes tracked on someone else. Tracking straight through the wide, human-shaped hole in the wall, spinning so furiously he turns into a shade of black, he’s found the immobile samurai.

Raya’s wet, silver face falters in horrid realisation. Aragnus lowers his dagger-shaped head, and into a curved dive, allows the rest of his body to elegantly ripple after him.

That was the absolute to Raya’s already manic breaking point, as the blood in her body begins to rush in an impossibly fast momentum throughout her, defying the biology of her simple human body. With one step, she lifts herself off the platform, grounding the rock beneath her into dust, before screaming out a battle cry and shooting into Aragnus’ line of sight.

It’s bright. It’s too bright.

In the corner of her eyes, all she can see and taste and smell is of pure, pulsating light. It consumes her, burns her - lungs, heart and veins alike – until she is nothing but an orb of metal and rock and gas and sulfur.

Her skin is made of gold. The metal that used to spike and plunder through her skin intertwines together all over her body like clasping hands, webbing her skin into an armour of light. She can’t stop screaming – not because she’s in any pain, but as if someone else has taken over her body. She can only feel the pulse of battle and the thrum of a warrior’s heart entwine into her own, her hands and arms blackening into a dark metallic splendour.

She clashes against Aragnus with the entirety of her being, and with an ear-piercing shatter, combusts everything and anything around them into matter of darkness and suffocation. A black hole expands from her hands, formed through the consumption and explosion of her own self, before it fragilely disappears back into herself.

A moment passes, her manic and bulging eyes locked onto the monster’s, before the dragon snorts and pushes himself away.

Everything goes silent. Franky’s body lays protectively over Chopper and Usopp, his robotic eyes wide in panic at the swordsmith. Law’s chest heaves, his fingers trembling before him as the blue orb around them flickers in hesitation. Luffy’s mouth doesn’t seem to be working, his eyes shadowed with a pure shade of Gear-five-purple.

And then, something clicks.

Raya and Luffy stare at each other as if they’ve only just met now.

What is this feeling? A yearning to embrace, to fight, to magnetise, to be whole.

Zoro grunts out loud from beneath the rubble.

Raya’s head instantly snaps over to his voice, staring at the man who lays immobile on the ground through the hole.

He does not even dare to look away from the brown-eyed woman, even as he’s paralysed, leaving himself broken and vulnerable in her sight. Raya’s throat goes dry, dread rushing through her.

Aragnus then releases a head-splitting roar, swerving through the air between her and Luffy.

My brethren, he starts, we see them again. We see Nika, the first half of the Sun, the caller of seas, the God of Liberation.

He turns to Raya, and then does the unexpected. His head slams into rock in some sort of deep, eternal bow, his breath fluttering out in humiliating submission.

We see Cyra, the other half of the Sun, caller of ours, the Goddess of Retribution.

#one piece #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #nami #zoro #one piece luffy #luffy #monkey d luffy #one piece ace #straw hat pirates #usopp #sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #straw hat luffy #one piece fanfiction #one piece fic #one piece fanfic #op fanfic #op fandom #female reader x zoro #zoro x female reader #zoro x fem reader #three sword style #zoro roronoa #zoro rorono x you #zoro roronoa x y/n #straw hats #one piece nami

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Bartender!Kyle x gn!reader Part 2 babyyyyyy Not proofread so probably horrible. Sorry. Just wanted to get this out there as quickly as possible. I hope you have half as much fun reading as I had writing.

He's not waiting for you to return. He's not looking at the door everytime it opens the next few days. He's absolutely not hoping to see you again. Nope nopedy nope. He did not suddenly grow obsessed with you. He -

The door opens and his head whips around to look at who's coming in and he can feel himself straightening up, when he realizes that it is in fact you. You and some friends it seems.

You're all chattering amongst yourself and occupie a table in the corner. Kyle isn't sure who he has to thank for your return because his bar surely isn't the most popular with regular people and there's prettier spots out there, but he's not gonna complain.

He wipes his hands on a towel, swings it over his shoulder and approaches your table. Suddenly he's happy that his bar is so small and cozy that he can manage it alone.

"What can I get for you?"

One of your friends pats your shoulder after whatever they said to you and the two of them, a dude and a girl, order their stuff. Your eyes stay glued to the table and your friend orders for you.

He wonders what's up with that. You look.... down?

Shame, he would have loved to get a glimpse of your lovely eyes.

When he's behind the bar again, making your drinks he glances at you. Your friend goes to pat you on the shoulder again and you scowl.

Down and angry too? Maybe he can help with that.

He decides to double the amount of your drink and then approaches the table while balancing a tray with your drinks.

As he gets closer he can hear your voice, angry and frustrated.

"... improper language with a customer!? Can you believe it? That fuckwart had it coming, I swear. They should be grateful I got rid of that scum for them. But nooooo, 'You're fired' it is."

You let your head fall to the table in frustration and Kyle is being torn between feeling bad for you and being enamoured by the way you talk.

He never knew he could be attracted to the way someone talks. But your voice is utterly captivating and you have a particular way of pronouncing words, that just draws him in.

He silently puts the drinks on the table, putting yours before you. When you notice the amount in the glass you look up at him in surprise.

"Uh, I ordered a regular?", you question.

He smiles in response. "It's on the house. Noticed you didn't seem to be having the best day. Enjoy, dove."

When he turns around he can hear the girl squeal.

"Did you hear that!? He called you dove!? Oh my god! He was totally flirting with you."

"He's so cute too!", the guy adds.

Then Kyle's too far away to catch more of the conversation. Shame, he would have loved hearing your response. But he's satisfied with the knowledge that your friends will definitely nudge you in his direction.

He's pretty sure everyone in the bar is too drunk to notice him paying special attention to your table and you're too busy moping about losing your job to notice him dropping by way more often that he'd need to.

It's honestly no ones business. He needs to check on his little dove.

He's coming by to ask if you need another drink once more when he hears you say: "Just gotta find another café to serve at."

Like a knight in shining armour Kyle is there.

"Sorry for eavesdropping but... I'm currently managing this bar alone and I could really use some help. So if you're interested in a job, maybe I've got the one for you.", he offers.

He smiles brightly and warmly at you and you gape up at him.

"Holy shit! That's awesome.", you say and immediately slap your hand over your mouth. Then you rush to say: "I can control my language, I promise!"

That makes him laugh and you grin up at him awkwardly until he makes you speechless once more.

"Oh, you can run your mouth here all you want. The customers won't care and I'm just happy to hear your pretty voice."

#the sewer writes #bartender!kyle x gn!reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #bartender!gaz x reader #bartender!kyle #cod x reader

[volturiprincess]

Hello can you write about getting into a relationship with volturi guard? How is that process would be like? Thank you💗

Getting into a relationship with them (HC)

A/N: Sorry it took a while to get out 😅. Hope you like it 💙 (I noticed a certain familiar name for the GIF of Alec😁)

Felix:

You know that phrase “Right time, right place”?

Well you were in the middle of your Junior abroad trip in Barcelona, when you decided instead of going to the beach like your peers were you headed to the library called “Biblioteca Publica Arus” 

You were skimming through the bookcases not really paying attention to anything but the books when you bumped into something, well more like someone 

About to apologize you were caught off guard by how tall he was, mouth was hanging slightly open and eyes widen kind of deal

How the fuck can he be so tall….and so handsome!? Wait? Red Eyes???

“Ay perdón, no estaba prestando atención a lo que me rodeaba.” (Omg sorry, I was not paying attention to my surroundings)

Not expecting him to have such an irresistible deep voice with an accent that left you feeling weak in the knees he answer “No te preocupes hermosa, debería ser yo quien te diga lo siento, claramente estás en tu área de interés y te interrumpí.” (“Don't worry beautiful, I should be the one saying sorry to you, your clearly in your area of interest and I disrupted you”) and he finished that off with a wink

That wink had your mind going in an overload of emotions

You guys introduce yourselves and he took you out for Crema Catalana 

He didn't eat any which you found odd but none of that mattered when you were with him

There was just something about him that made you feel so attracted to him, it's an indescribable feeling but all you knew is you wanted to be with him forever 

He was absolutely a sweetheart with you, held the doors open for you, would listen to you when you would ramble about your studies and your hometown, he also shared about his life and said he was just passing through 

It was like that for a couple of week when you have time off from your studies until you had to go back to your university, you feel for him hard 

He offered you to come with him back to Italy and you could go to a school that is nearby, all expenses paid and you would get to live with him 

You would be crazy not to take the offer so you did

Now skip to a year, obviously you know about him being a Vampire and have meet the other guards, but you have never felt so happy 

He told you about the mate bond (which made so much sense now), and your changed date was set after you graduate 

If you never went to that library who knew if you would of ever meet your hunk of a mate 

Demetri:

It was feeding time for the Volturi, and you happened to be one of the unfortunate souls so be part of the group 

You can't be blamed with this, you got convinced to take this tour by a beautiful goddess who could probably convince you to do anything if she wanted 

So here you were admiring the interior design on this ancient castle, you were a sucker for this type of architecture 

The tour ‘ended’ in a throne-like room, it was gorgeous in there, but wait…is that a drain? Or two? Why are we surrounded by what you can describe as beautiful beings who are too beautiful to be humans?

Oh shit! Am I going to die? This is what I get for following my love for women and exquisite architecture mindlessly 

As if on cue the beautiful beings around the room come at the group and you witness so much blood and screams 

Vampires!? Soon after that realization you spot one stalking towards you like a predator does to a prey, he’s beautiful with his brown locks and burgundy eyes maintaining his eyes on you 

Before he even gets to you, you feel someone grab you and pull against their chest with covering your mouth, you try to fight but you hear a husky seductive voice whisper into your ear “Relax gorgeous face, i'm not going to let you get hurt, trust me”

He took you to a room and said he will be back later 

He came back and oh dear gosh he is beautiful

He revealed his identity and why he saved you 

From that day your destiny was to live with Demetri and one day become a Vampire like him

Of course it took you a while to get used to be with everyone else but with time you grew close to them 

You later found out the one who was about to drain you dry that fateful day was Alec (he of course apologize, but you always kept an eye on him)

With Demetri it took you a solid 2 weeks when you gave him a kiss, he was patient with you and he wanted you to make the moves or waited for you to give him permission to do other things 

He was easy to be around, you guys would talk about anything, and he would take you out to the most romantic or cutest dates, there was no inbetween

The relationship just happened to become so natural, almost like you knew each other since forever 

Alec:

Boy oh boy are you for a ride 

You happen to meet to be a witness for the Cullens for the whole ‘immortal child’ fiasco, you knew Carlisle since he was turned so you were really good friends

When the Volturi arrived, you got a weird feeling, your initial thought was a bit of fear and panic when you saw the whole coven but then it quickly turned to “Mate!?”

You looked at each member trying to identify who it was until you saw him

Oh gosh, of course it had to be one of the infamous intimidating twins 

He is breathtaking, and those eyes, they were your favorite color, burgundy

Just the thought makes you want to run your hands through his dark locks, wtf are these thoughts, well you did just find your mate so it's not your fault 

As if he knew someone was looking at him, his gaze snapped to you 

The eye contact was filled with tension and what you can tell as yearning

He quickly looked away and you also 

When the whole drama was finished and Marcus confirmed the bond, you ended up going with the Volturi back to Italy 

But this is the interesting part, he avoided you for a while 

Like you tried to approach him but he would vanish, Jane would just give you the death glare, and frankly you do not want to feel her wrath 

Marcus was the one who basically ‘locked’ you guys in a room and that is where hell broke loose 

Harsh words were said, venom in eyes, but then he said “I do not mind you, I think I can get used to having you as a mate, but friends first “ which you agreed with

And soon a beautiful friendship was created 

Took almost a year of building up his trust and Jane’s 

He was the who showed affection first, he held your hand one time in a meeting with the kings 

And then you guys had your first kiss on your first date in the gardens 

Then the rest is history 

Jane:

She’s a tough cookie 

She meet you when you were brought in by Felix and Demetri to the Kings 

You were brought in for the reason of your ability, you were able use an invisible hand that can hold your victim in place, you could even crush them if you wanted to (You could imagine the excitement in Aro’s eyes when he heard about your ability)

A bit like the Alec’s encounter, you two made eye contact and the intensity was so strong 

But even if Marcus confirmed your mate bond, she wanted no sort of relationship with you, heck the looks she would give you left you scared for your life 

Obviously you do not fear her, but what she can do left you always on high alert 

You gave her space, not wanting to force this bond, and not wanting to anger her either 

She didn't speak a word to you for 5 months, when she did it was simply “I was reading that book” (it was about flowers)

You responded with a simple “oh i'm sorry my little death flower”

The look she gave you was unexpected, her eyes widened slightly and her mouth opened slightly basically this was her reaction: 👁️👄👁️

Same with Alec, it took a year from that day for her to be with you

You were the one to make a move, when you were both reading her hand was in reach and you held it, her head snap to you but you focused on the book, you only squeezed her hand but she did not pull away or anything on the contrary she scooted slightly closer to you 

There was another time she laid her head on your shoulder suddenly but you didn't say anything 

Until when you asked her out to a date and well that was the best decision you ever made 

You took her out on ‘picnic date’, which only involved blood with wine

The sun was already setting and you both turned to each other and leaned in and shared a kiss, the bond from there only got stronger since then 

#the volturi #felix volturi #alec volturi #demetri volturi #jane volturi #volturi headcanons #twilight renaissance #twilight headcanons #twilight saga

[drowninginblox]

Thoughts on Fit's Last QSMP stream- spoilers ahead

It is Thursday, May 23rd, 2024. 2:36pm EST when writing. And I am disappointed in myself. Not for anything Fit, the server, the admins, or anyone besides me has done.

I hoped. And once again, I am expectedly crushed. I had a feeling that Fit would take himself out of the equation in the way he did. There would be no Pac Camio (ghost or living), no sight of Ramon either. Just business, as Fit is one to do.

But god did I hope for something out of a fanfiction. The biggest contenders were Pac's ghost or a hallucination speaking to Fit at the bottom of that damn hole to prep and escort him to the afterlife where everyone was waiting for them. OR the idea that Fit, after returning to the island, would kill himself in a similar but unique way to Pac and Mike. Regardless, neither happened. But I am very happy in what I witnessed.

I won't get into too much there will be vod watchers who accidentally stumble into Tumblr- to which I tell you, GO WATCH THE DAMN VOD.

Nonetheless, I enjoyed the Fit abused in-game mechanics to justify his survival down there. However, it calls into question whether or not he took up cannibalism again (writers you know what to do) in which I digress cus that a conversation within itself. I also appreciated that Fit made the effort to check up on more people other than just Pac and Ramon. It sounds like "Yeah, ofc." but let us remember that most of us (and I could be wrong) are shippers, and our yearning for Hideduo kind of blindsided the other relationships q!fit has. (This applies to me to just so yall know)

What fit did to justify or at least give credence to Ramon's character was sweet and I really hope we get some Ramon-centric fics about the possibility of his survival in an otherwise abandoned world, similar to his father. I may do that on my own but definitely not today. Mr. Fit Em See fucking wrecked me and I really could use some fluff right now. Whether it be at my own hand or someone else's, I could not care less.

Hueveitos, we are all going through it. And I bet on all the money I have that Twitter is going insane, Tumblr is dying, and Fit is either taking a well-deserved break or laughing his ass off at us. Probably both knowing that fucker. The brilliant bitch he is. I apologize for not liveblogging, I was enamored with what was going on. But we all were lol

Anyway, I'm probably gonna listen to the music Fit included in the finale and daydream of better days for q!Fit. Ones where, maybe, in another life, something happened on Madagascar's end where the tech didn't work and Fit was suspended in the QSMP for the rest of his natural life. Maybe Ramon is fine enough and just wondering, looking for Fit in an otherwise empty world. Hell, in another life, Pac waited longer for his American boyfriend. Maybe everyone did. Maybe the kids didn't get sick, maybe they all died a week or so after they were found. Who knows!

But with what we were given, and who we had to spend that time with, I know that I'll always look back on the Qsmp in a similar vein to another sorry sap of a sever I know. The memories will persist, the story will continue to be told. The world will keep spinning, and I will keep writing.

Thank you to everyone who was involved in the experience whether it be seen or unseen admin, CC's who somehow found this post on a hellcite, any and all fandom goers that I have stumbled upon in search of solace from the canon, and my girl over discord! I DON'T KNOW YOU AT ALL BUT YOU'VE HELPED ME GET THROUGH THE LAST LEG OF THIS JOURNEY!!

Here's to tomorrow everyone, regardless of what happens! I love this community and I sure as shit hope you guys don't become strangers!

#qsmp fitmc #q!fitmc #q!fit #qfit #q fitmc #q fit #qsmp

[lemotmo]

911 episode 7x09

Okay, I watched it.

I'm in pain. I can't stop sobbing.

What the F!?

THE PAIN!!!!!!!!!! The drama!!!!

All right, so let's see. Here are my thoughts in no particular order:

Bobby. Do not kill Bobby, I swear! If they kill him I will riot.

Athena asking Amir to talk to Bobby was such a bad idea. For all that this woman knows how to read body language, she should also understand that Amir lost everything because of Bobby. You can't ask a man who lost so much to talk to the man who caused it. He may be forgiving, but there's a limit to what a person can take.

Did Amir set the fire? I wonder. They made it seem like that, for sure. But I'm not sure if he really caused it. I hope not.

Also, that sequence with the song and Bobby going around, talking to everyone? Sobbing mess I tell you. But Bobby, giving Eddie a Bible? What are you thinking? The man is already a vat of Catholic guilt as it is. He doesn't need the Bible. He needs therapy. Give him Frank's telephone number. I think he has lost it.

Henren and Mara. Man, that Ortiz woman is brutal. But once again, just like with Amir, she is acting out of pain. We, as the audience, know that you can't just ruin the life of a young girl like that. But this woman lost her son and she's obviously filled with pain and anger and it's all pointed at Hen. What she is doing is wrong, but from her point of view it is the right thing to do.

Poor Mara though. And Denny hitting that guy. I'm just... no. Get that girl back to them Tim! I swear!

Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie... my love, what are you doing? This is soooo weird. At least he hasn't kissed her. That's something.

Buck meeting Kim was perfect. Once again Eddie and Buck's storylines collide. I loved their talk in the kitchen. That kitchen has seen some interesting Buddie stuff. I like how Buck expressed his concern and how Eddie admits that he is worried about his own sanity as well. He knows that what he is doing is wrong, but he doesn't know how to stop it.

I love how Buck talking to him and Kim showing up at the fire station, moved Eddie into gear to talk to Kim and tell her the truth. I'm so happy that he told her, because I was afraid she would find out in some other way and that would have been so much worse.

But what on Earth is Kim doing? I'm sorry, but that is some level of batshit insane. She is dressing and acting like Shannon to help Eddie release his emotions? That is so wrong and so weird. I would be out of there forever if I was in that situation. For a minute I thought he was dreaming and then they started talking. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be anything romantic or sexual though. It was literally a conversation to 'help' him move on.

Well, at least Eddie got to say what he needed to say to 'Shannon'. If this level of batshit insanity is what he needs to push the refresh button, then sure... why not?

And then of course Marisol and Chris walk in on them. The plot only thickens.

Poor Chris. This isn't going to end well. Hasn't that boy been through enough? He might just end up living with Eddie's parents for the Summer after all. Not in a 'We're taking that boy away from you' type of way. But more a 'The man needs some time to sort out his shit' type of way.

Marisol is bones, because no way she'll stick around. I don't know what Kim was doing, but she obviously has to go too. This isn't a way to live for Eddie. He needs to move on from Shannon.

Captain Gerrard being there? Oh, they are definitely going to make him the new Captain of the 118 in the finale. I can smell it. The firefam will be seperated for sure. Scattered accross different houses. Chim might be the only one left behind at the 118, having to deal with Gerrard again.

That's why Eddie will feel isolated. He'll be alone, no Chris, no firefam, no Buck to lean on because they'll have different shifts and hours. So they'll see less of each other.

As for Buck and Tommy? I'm not sure what to say here. They were kind of a non-issue in this episode. I think it's clear at this point that Tommy is a narrative foil and not some kind of great love for Buck. He is just there when he needs to be in Buck's storyline. Bobby telling Buck that Tommy is good for him harkens back to Abby as well, how he told him to step into it with Abby. Look how that ended. Not just that, it's the way it was just a throw-away line. He was trying to say goodbye and make amends, leave them all in a good place. And from what Bobby has seen so far, Tommy seems to be a good guy. It wasn't even as deep as the Abby talk and Buck didn't really care one way or the other.

Buck basically started the season in the locker room telling Eddie he had broken up with Nathalia and was single again. Now he's in the locker room in the penultimate episode and he's in a relationship again. Waaay too soon once again. He rolled into another relationship without having to make too much of an effort. Another person he met on a call, a firefighter sure, but they still met on a call. That hamster wheel keeps on turning. When will it end?

RIP to the Buck in the locker room sunset scene though. We had some great Buddie speculations for that, but alas it was just a capture that Tim liked because it looked artsy. So he posted it.

Buck and Eddie were in each other's orbit so much during this episode. They showed them cooking together, playing pool together, the kitchen scene... Eddie needs to work through a lot of shit and Buck is navigating his new relationship, but ultimately? I'm sorry, but they all but hung up a great big neon-sign that said: 'ALL OF THIS IS SOME DAY LEADING TO BUDDIE. BE PATIENT!'

Also, Lou said he isn't even in 7x10 right? If that is true... yeah, they aren't going to last long. How funny would it be if they gave BT the Bucktalia break up during hiatus?

Conclusion: What a great episode. I loved it all. They made weird choices this season though. The Shannon look-a-like is telenovella kinds of drama. But I'll take it in stride if it means it will help Eddie to move on. Bobby? Oh Bobby... I hope this scare with his own mortality will make him realise how much he needs to live for himself and his family. Henren just can't catch a break, can they? Give that child to them please! Do it next week too! I cannot wait months to see how this ends. I need that child to be happy with the Wilsons. The only people thriving right now are Madney. Good for them.

#911 spoilers #911 7x09 #episode reaction #buddie #just a little bit of buddie there because it's so obvious what they are doing at this point #if they hurt Bobby any more I will travel to the US to 'have a word' with Tim #and I'll make sure to talk about the Mara situation AND the Eddie situation as well #episode speculation #buddie speculation

[simplepotatofarmer]

ermmmm ggnaws on that anon for you . hi loyalll! wanted to share my 2 cents based on tthat post you just made.

c!dream THINKS he knnows what he wants; or at the very least acts like it. he puts on a shhow and performs based on how otthers perceive him. he doesnt know how to process how he feels about his own actions so he thinks hhis goal is to just be the big villain, plain and simple. nobody else was fufilling the role anyway. but thats not what he actually wants, this guy is just so ddamn emotionally illiterate and stuck in denial. hes torn up inside but he'll be damned if anyone *pities* him of all thinggs. so he just digs himself further, fueled by his dissatisfaction that he either cant recognize or outright ignores.

and reallistically imo; he wont learn, not on his own, not until its too late. maybe things could've gone differenttly, maybe if he had a little mmore time. but to him shoving his issues aside is second nature to him, maybe he's scared of who he might be if hes not tthe big bad.

guh i have more thoughts but dunno hhow to word them, just my thoughts as the resident c!dream fictive teehee - @pandoras_hound

(also hope youre hholding up alright!!)

yeah!

like, what dream's stated goals are don't really align with techno's, though the 'big happy family' bit does and as i've said, his tactics are at odds with techno's (for the most part: people tend to forget techno is vengeful and like, waterboarded a guy).

anyway.

you're right that a lot of the issue is dream's.... inability to really deal with his own feelings. he desperately tries to compartmentalize everything that he does and that happens to him, to find a reason that makes sense for the why of it. there's a lot of almost working backwards when it comes to dream which i know sounds weird but.

i do think it's interesting that, before the finale, some of the moments in the prison with techno show dream, like, coming close to getting it? i'm thinking about the moment with the potatoes and 'does this hurt you' or the entire conversation about church prime which i unironically think is one of the most important conversations had or just techno's consistent pointing out of dream not being okay.

he absolutely needed an outside push because he's never addressed or coped with anything that he's done or was done to him. he's either ignored it or weaponized it.

and i think techno gets that which is why i think, if things were different, he could've given dream space and that push to figure it out.

#loyal answers things #dreblr #rivals duo #rivalsblr #c!dream #dsmp

[anonymous-yandere-writer]

You know I was reading your platonic yandere Malleus story and I thought what if the punishment made the Reader realize how actually suffocating it is to be around Malleus and servants constantly? It's kind of inverse of Malleus, who was always didn't like being alone whereas his child realize how liberating it is to be free from royalty and royal expectations. The child, of course, struggled with cooking and cleaning at first, but slowly got the hang of it and realized this is the most fun and freeing they ever had.

Reader when Malleus tells them that their punishment is over and they can interact with him, the servants and act like a royal now:

Y'know, I like this idea. It gives the story a bit more ~angst~ and I think the yandere tab here on tumblr could use even more of that. Thank you for the asks!

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Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

Part 2

Your punishment itself lasted months, almost years, but Malleus could only bear to keep you in that rickety old tower for so long.

Until he decided to take you out make you "prove" to him that you changed.

You didn't really have to prove to him much, all had to do was give a half-hearted "Sorry" and he would've forgiven you.

Though it wasn't like you didn't change during your time up in the tower. You'd like to think you actually changed quite a bit.

Given that you're not some Manipulative little shit anymore, the servants would also agree.

Due to your time in the Tower you grew to be very self-dependent. You learned how to cook, clean, solve your problems all by yourself. Without the help of your "Loving Father".

You also got alot quieter, having spent the previous months in isolation. You basically unlearned any and all social skills that you had previously built.

While Malleus expected you to change, that being the whole point of him doing this, he didn't expect such a big change in personality.

He thought you were going to remain his precious little baby, who cried and hugged their father. Begging him for forgiveness.

His little baby that thrived off of his attention. Going so far as to become a little troublemaker for it.

Instead you're....this

Don't get him wrong, he still loves you. But where is his precious baby? Now instead of following him around like a lost puppy constantly you stay in your room for hours on end, barely making it out to have supper with him and the rest of the family before slipping away and back into your room again.

What are you even doing in there for so long? He doesn't get it.

He also learns that you've shooed off any and all servants that come to attend to you. While it is good progress for you being a good royal and not needing servants, Malleus doesn't know if he can handle you growing up so fast.

Or at all for that matter.

"Dear, I'm worried about you. You've been hauling yourself up in this dark and dreary room of yours for the past month! And not once have you come out to spend some bonding time with me and the rest of the family. Was I too harsh punishing you? If I was please tell me! If you're upset or angry at me for what I did please just say something, anything!"

Malleus gets desperate when he realizes that you aren't a baby anymore. You don't need him to survive anymore. The fact alone makes him want to cry.

But then again wasn't that how this all started? With you acting like a bratty two year old and needing to be taught how to be both an adult and a royal.

So why then..why are these feelings so conflicting?

Yes, he got what he wanted. You're acting like an actual royal now.

However you barely even speak to him. Your own father!

He can't wrap his head around his own emotions, it isn't until you come up to him and announce your plan of leaving the castle to go venture the world all on your own does he finally snap.

He doesn't even listen to your reasoning he just grabs you by your wrist yet again and take you to your 'new bedroom.'

A room right next his, only accessible to him.

This is the only way he can keep you in line.

This is the only way he can make sure the Draconia name is upheld.

This is the only way he can keep you at his side.

Forever.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this, my child, but one day you'll understand. You'll finally see things the way I do. But until then I'll just have to keep you here and give you all the love I could ever give."

"Sweet dreams, little one."

#Finally got it finished 🥳🎉 #This one was a little tougher for me to write ngl but I think I still made it work. #I'm really happy with this and I hope you guys are to. #yandere twst #yandere x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #tw yandere #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic #platonic relationships #malleus x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #yandere malleus draconia #Anon-Yan Writings 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. #yandere headcanons #Yandere twst headcanons

[misspoetree]

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❄❄ kp + text post advent calendar ❄❄

#kp + text post advent calendar #aaaaand that's a wrap! #keeping this calendar going till the very end was a struggle sometimes ngl but I had incredible fun coming up with something new every night #(sleep-deprived 1 a.m. me is so much funnier than regular me it hurts 😭) #and I'm really glad you guys had fun too <3333 #wishing you all happy holidays - I hope you can enjoy yourself! <3333 #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche + text post #text post meme #userboots #ondreamytracks #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #pete saengtham #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #porchay kittisawasd #tankhun theerapanyakul #kinnporsche arm #kinnporsche pol #kinnporsche yok #kinnporsche big #because the kinnporsche brain rot is still real