#One Piece 913

[usopps-froggy-hat]

kiku!! 💕🌸💛✨

#one piece #kiku #ch. 913 #wano #one piece manga #manga coloring #my edits

[everyotama]

#tama #otama #one piece #with: komachiyo #with: hawkins #ch: 913 #arc: wano

[fallensnowfan]

Echoes of The Fool and The Hierophant

1091 is out! Somewhat slow set up chapter though sticks close to and plays extremely well with the kind of progression I want to see right now.

I hear chapter 913 a-calling, though first, need to lay out some groundwork. 1091 has Luffy confident after his near blunder with giving out info last chapter, Kizaru/the Marines clash with their own forces, and Kizaru passes through the barrier to go after the Straw Hat captain. Very similar progression, from a story structure perspective, to the brief encounter we had with Hawkins, early on during Wano. An encounter, infighting, then being pursued.

Alright, core chapter thoughts. Happenings in the dome have been reestablished, so it makes sense that a chapter dedicated to set up is needed for the sake of transitioning into the escape proper. Even though 1091 felt a tad slow with getting to Luffy's clash at the end, we're there now.

Overall, the pace still seems fairly rapid, which gives me hope that the barrier will be down and that Luffy's and Kizaru's skirmish will conclude relatively soon, maybe 1-2 chapters, so we can focus all attention on escaping.

A major highlight this chapter is seeing Nami, Usopp, and Brook watching the events happening off the shore, via the snail screen, being the same events that we as readers just saw as well. I enjoy it just for how meta it is. More of that please.

The most exciting part is how well this chapter sets up possibly paralleling the remaining six pages of chapter 913, being those which focus on the result of Hawkins drawing the Hierophant upright. I'm looking forward to 1092!

#one piece #post-wano arc #chapter 1091 #chapter 913 #one piece spoilers

[hauntingblue]

Kaido is here and zoro on a fucking boat lounging omg

#kaido is drunk 😭😭 calling up his exes aldjsidn #'this is what happens when a pirate does something good' well law...... it is what it is #okay now they are all alone without their captains and kaido coming their way omg #NAMI IS ALWAYS THE FIRST TO EXPERIENCE THE HORRORS!!!! IT NEVER MISSDS #jesus christ.... omg luffy...... #law was talking about how luffy couldn't get influenced by emotions and well.... here we are #the silence..... #this variation of the music omg..... #after all this luffy thinking they are alright they probs have gotten away.... #if tama isnt alright....... #NO FUCKING WAY!!!! SHE ISNT DEAD!!!! NO FUCKG WAY!!!!!! LUFFY OMG!!!!!!!! #oh he just has tama.. omg it really looked bad #i was like no way ace's child has ace's fate too..... #well.... luffy is effective on his beating oof #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 914 #episode 913 #WHY DO UMAMI AND TAMA HAVE THE SAME EYES????? #law's face ajdhakshaksk #love how kaido's incredibly disgusting drunken breath is an effective attack #unknowingly getting him drunk like this to fight him...... good plan #just realised they don't know kaido can't die... #kin is gonna get down to the town and it's just going to be rubble #this music.... #jesus luffy... #law fighting is so enjoyable to watch #such a good counter to luffy just punching (i know he thinks and all and bla bla) #LUFFY PASSED OUT BUT STILL LOOKING ANGRILY AT KAIDO #episode 915

[yournowheregirl]

@eddiemonth day 4: rejection

rating: T | wc: 913 | cw: hurt/comfort, general & UD related anxiety, hoh!Steve, pre-Steddie

Eddie flops down on his bed with a load groan.

He blindly reaches for a pillow and once he’s found one, he uses it to muffle his screams. It barely dampens the sound, but he's home alone anyway. He screams and screams until his throat starts to hurt and the tears he tried so hard to ignore, finally well up in his eyes.

Another rejection.

Another place that didn't want to hire him.

Even with all the strings Hopper and those government guys had pulled to clear his name, Eddie can't escape his brand-new reputation of local satanist and serial killer. There was a press conference and everything, and a personal apology from the police department, but it still wasn't enough to sway the public's opinion of him.

But he has to get a job, like yesterday. They'll run out of that government money sooner or later and he can't expect Wayne to continue cleaning up his mess. Wayne's done enough of that already.

Eddie's tried almost every place in town. His first instinct was the record store and the garage, because that's what where his interests and experience lie. They turned him away as soon as he came in to drop off his resume.

When he told his friends about his job search, Steve immediately offered to put a good word in for him at Family Video. Robin would ask their parents if they knew about any job openings and Nancy would do the same, though she'd avoid Eddie's name while talking to her father. Gareth, Jeff and Frank suggested he'd ask for a job at The Hideout, while Jonathan and Argyle suggested the local pizza place, because of course they would.

None of those jobs ever got back to him.

Today was one of his last resorts. The diner on the other side of town had an opening for a dishwasher. Not exactly the kind of job Eddie wanted, but it meant keeping a low profile and it would pay the bills. He'd take the job in a heartbeat, but the restaurant manager took one good look at him and sent him away before she even took one good look at his resume.

"We don't hire murderers." She'd sneered.

Any other day, Eddie would've maybe stand up for himself, made a whole scene, maybe even called the cops to prove his innocence yet again. But he was so burnt out from rejection after rejection, that he just shrugged, got into his van and drove all the way back home.

Even though the screaming helped a little, Eddie can still feel his mind buzzing, thoughts of anxiety swirling around and threatening to swallow him whole if he doesn't do something quick. He rolls off the bed, put whatever tape he can get his hands on into his boombox and turns up the volume to the loudest setting.

Other people might listen to soothing music to calm down, but Eddie needs the loudest, most aggressive music to drown out the thoughts in his head. The thoughts of never getting a job and leaving it up to Wayne to pick up the pieces, driving him to work harder and longer, until his brittle body can't take it anymore. Thoughts of losing their home again, being forced to call Rick again

It's all his fault. Everything is his fault.

Tears slowly roll down his cheeks as the music continues playing, so loud that he doesn't hear Wayne coming home. So loud that he doesn't hear Wayne picking up the phone to call someone. So loud that he doesn't hear the knock on his bedroom door twenty minutes later.

It's not until his bedroom goes completely quiet that Eddie finally notices he's not alone. For a second he thinks it's Wayne, but when he hears a muffled "oh thank God" from the other side of the trailer, he realizes that it must be someone else.

"Y'know, if you were so jealous of my new accessories, you could've just said so. No reason to shatter your eardrums like this." Steve says with a teasing grin. The sunlight reflects on the hearing aids he'd gotten a few months ago and of course, he pulls it off like he's a goddamn Calvin Klein model.

"Sorry."

Eddie's voice is small, barely recognizable to his own ears and Steve immediately picks up on it. His teasing smile fades away as he walks over to the bed and sit down next to Eddie. He shuffles around a bit to find a comfortable seat against the headboard and pats his lap.

Completely drained from his terrible day, Eddie doesn't even try to fight it and cuddles up next to Steve. He rests his head in Steve's lap and lets out a sigh of relief when Steve's hands find their way to his scalp.

"What's going on?" Steve asks softly.

"Another fucking job didn't want me." Eddie mutters against the fabric of his polo.

Steve hums in acknowledgement. "I'm sorry. You wanna talk about it or do you want some quiet time?"

"Quiet, please."

"Alright."

See, with Steve around, Eddie doesn't need the music to drown out his bad thoughts. They float away on their own as soon as Steve cuddles with him and starts massaging his scalp. Or, on other occasions, they float away when Steve distracts him by talking about Robin's hopeless love life.

Steve being there for him just helps, in general.

Eddie doesn't wanna look into that realization too much.

#eddiemonth #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #alice's writing adventures #give this boy a hug pls!!! #also not beta'd i just word vomited this so pls excuse any mistakes

[wh0relibrarian]

pretty thing

full fic based on this

just a few headcanons while I start working on a longer piece (I’m back home for the holidays and the idea of Sukuna being from the deep south has me frothing at the mouth)

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, just slight innuendos, reader is in her early 20s and sukuna is in his 30s, not reallyyy canon at all!! so don’t expect accurate information on his past, also, not his true form. don’t hate me!

word count: 913

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Southern!Sukuna who was born and raised in the deep south by a loving, yet distant mother. His father was never in the picture, but it’s okay, because Sukuna quickly learned that it would be his job to take care of his mother and little brother. This was no problem for him.

Southern!Sukuna who has always been a hard worker. Eventually, he’d come to run his own construction company. He’d been working his way up the ladder since he was eighteen. Now in his thirties he believes he should start doing something other than work. Maybe linger around a bar or two, see what “Tinder” is all about.

Southern!Sukuna who goes away on a business trip, never being the one to fly, but it was necessary for an upcoming project he had up north. One thing about Sukuna, he’ll always rep his home state. He’ll always have a shirt with the (insert a southern state) flag on it, if not a matching hat, it’ll be one from Bass Pro Shops. His entire body is tattooed from neck to ankle. He’s been getting them for years and they make his complexion look like silk. He takes incredibly good care of his skin, he has to in his line of work.

Southern!Sukuna who sees you eyeing him from his peripheral vision. You tried to be subtle, looking away as soon as his eyes would meet yours, but he caught you each time. You just couldn’t help yourself, the man was beautiful. You couldn’t help think what on earth a fucking cowboy was doing on this side of the country. Sure, you were going back to your hometown for the winter but there’s no way his reasoning was the same. He was visibly older, and no man with family up north looks that redneck. You had to know more about him, but oh god, you’d never actually approach him. 

Southern!Sukuna who walks up behind you while you wait for your bag to drop from baggage claim, as was he. It startled you, mainly because you swore he was just waving at someone waiting for him outside, you thought he was gone already; so when you feel a light tap on your shoulder, you expect it to be your mother who was supposed to be waiting for you in the parking lot. When you turn around and see a 5 '8 man (short king, but taller than me) looking down at you with wide eyes you can’t help but jump back. He didn’t mean to startle you, he just wanted to know what a pretty thing like you was doing in his neck of the woods. 

“I ain’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he reaches out his right hand from his pocket to give you a handshake, you reciprocate of course, still in awe that he’s speaking to you. “Was just wonderin’ what a pretty thing like you was doin’ in my neck of the woods.” His southern drawl was thick, and smooth. The way his words reverberated off his tongue sent heat waves straight to your cunt. 

Southern!Sukuna asks for your number, just so he can check on his favorite city girl throughout the holiday. After a short conversation, he learned that you were really only here for family. No relationship, no notable friendships, simply spending the next four weeks in what seemed like an all expense paid nature getaway. He didn’t want you to be lonely, claiming that he’d check on you every now and then to see how you were doing, maybe take you out at some point if you were up to it. You still couldn’t believe the exchange, he invaded your personal space with the most intoxicating scent— some type of deep musk he clearly used to cover the underlying smell of cigarettes. 

Southern!Sukuna who thought about you for days. You were unlike anything he’d laid eyes on. The first thing that stuck out was your hair. Thick and curly, not falling below your ears, but in the most gorgeous afro he’d ever seen. The ends were pink and he couldn’t help but think you both were meant to be, since his entire head was a light pink shade. Your skin looked so smooth, you smelled like clean laundry and strawberries. Maybe some type of sugary substance too. He pondered on all of these things for days, just aching for you to text him how bored you were, how you wanted to spend some time with him.

Southern!Sukuna who damn near fell out when he got a notification on his phone.

[phone]

Hey :) it’s the girl you met at the airport. I just realized I never got your name? I never told you mine either, lol, I’m ____.

You anticipated his response, thinking for a second that maybe you said too much. Surely an older guy like him doesn’t want to text like this. But then—

[phone]

Hey, sweetheart. Such a pretty name. Sorry for not properly introducing myself before, I’m Sukuna.

#📕 my books #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk men #sukuna smut #black reader #x black fem reader #jjk sukuna #i love southern sukuna #like omg #him in a cowboy hat #sukuna x black reader

[jake-g-lockley]

Worthy Distraction (Marc Spector x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

A/N: I just wanted to write some Marc Spector fluff to calm my brain. Also Marc Spector’s unruly curls are the love of my fucking life ugh

Word Count: 913 words

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Marc groans again, running his hand through his curls. This was the fifth or sixth time he had run his hands through his curls in pure frustration as they flopped hopelessly down onto his face. 

You glare at him, the action of him constantly running his hands through his hair has been a worthy distraction, pulling you away from the work that you were doing and sending you staring straight at your best friend. 

His handsome face was contorted into a look of concentration, eyebrows pulled down low and his mouth set into a magnificent frown that made him extra adorable. He was hunching over the book he was reading, finger skimming over the words as he gripped the pencil he was holding with determination.

You had invited him to the library so that you could spend some time with him as well as get your thesis done. The table that the both of you were using had snacks, papers, cups of coffee and books scattered all over it and you were sitting across from him. 

The reality with this whole situation was that you were in love with Marc. You knew a little about his past and you knew about Steven and Jake, but even so, you had found every reason to still let yourself fall in love with him. He trusted you and when he began to open up, you felt him being vulnerable to you and that opened a whole new can of beans in your head.

Besides, you couldn’t deny that your best friend had a face worthy of the gods. He was hot and all you wanted to do was to kiss his nose and the frown line between his eyebrows. 

He raised his hand up to his hair again and you stood up in frustration, slamming your hands down onto the table, scaring him and making him jump out of his seat. 

“WHAT?!” he whisper-shouted, staring at you. 

“Stop doing whatever you’re doing, it’s distracting me!” you whisper-shouted back, pointing at his hair. “You and your stupid hair, it’s just so…”

Your trail of, as Marc blinks up at you, a boyish smile gracing his face. 

“What are you smiling at?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.

“At the fact that you’re looking at me instead of doing your work?” He answered, the smile somehow turning smug. 

“That’s- That’s the whole point Marc, you’re really just distracting! Why can’t you stop fidgeting?” you said, groaning and rubbing your face with your hands. 

“I can’t help it, my hair is too long and Steven won’t let me cut our hair.” he muttered, doing it again as his curls flopped back down onto his forehead.

“Well, think of something!” you warned giving him a stern look.

“You have to stop being so mean to me, you know? Or, I swear to god…” he trailed off, closing his book. 

“You swear to god what, huh?” you push, putting your hands on your hips.

Marc stood up and walked to where you were standing, tipping his chin down slightly to look at you, making your breath hitch slightly and your glare wavered for a second. He was too close. You could see every detail on his face from this angle, every curve, every stubble and every inch of skin that you’d want your lips on. His lashes were long and his eyebags were prominent but it only made him look more beautiful and rugged. One of his hands cradled your face and the other reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair that curved down from your head. 

“As if touching his own hair wasn’t enough, now he’s touching mine.” you thought as you gazed into his eyes. 

“I swear to god, I will fall in love with you.” he breathed. 

Your eyes widened and your gaze dropped to his lips, wondering if the both of you had the same thoughts. Your theory had been proven correct when Marc took a single step closer and let his lips fall onto yours, tilting his head slightly so that his nose didn’t bump yours. He kissed your lips softly and unhurriedly, ensuring you that he’d give you all the time in this world. 

The both of you pull away slowly and you bite your lip and watch Marc from under your lashes. He was smiling, a light pink tinge covering the bridge of his nose, making him look so kiss-drunk. 

“Damn Marc,” you said, a little lost for words. 

“I had to do it, you just look so fuckin’ hot when you’re frustrated.” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. 

You laugh softly, kissing his forehead, his nose and then his lips for one final assurance. 

“Wait, let me fix your hair.” you mutter, curling a finger under his chin and tipping it up so that you can adjust the mane on his head.

You pulled out a few pins from your own hair and flattened his curls, pinning them in place before holding out your phone for him to see. Marc grins at your masterpiece and you hold out your hand for him to take, leading him back to the bench and tucking his hand and your hand into your hoodie pocket while you get back to work. 

Marc fell asleep after a while, his arms around you and his face slotted into your neck, the soft whoosh of his breath on your skin providing you solace as you typed away. 

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Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

Tagging my babies: @mintpurplemnm @lia275 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @brekkers-desigirl @romanarose @melodygatesauthor @welcometostayingawake @campingwiththecharmings (also this fic doubles as a present for surviving the MK foot anon)

#marc spector #marc spector fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector imagines #marc spector smut #marc spector moon knight #marc spector x layla el faouly #jake lockley #steven grant #moon boys #marc spector fan fic #marc moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant fluff #steven grant imagines #steven grant smut #jake lockley imagines #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley smut #jake lockley fluff #moon knight #moon knight fluff #marvel moon knight

[billlydear]

WINDOW SHOPPING - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 913 - INBOX (please request !) - GIF CREDIT TO OWNER

CONTENTS: PERV!BILLY, 18+ THEMES (MINORS DNI)

For a few days each year, you enter a state of frantic cleaning. You keep your living space relatively tidy, but every once in a while your brain won't let you rest until you've done a deep cleaning. You're hours into that deep cleaning now, looking at a clean floor, six trash bags, and barebones furniture. Everything that was on your desk is packed away into a box, all of your books in organized piles, and your nightstand is bare. The new layout you've chosen for your room is on a piece of paper that's balanced on your mattress, and the first thing you'll have to move is the bed.

The only problem is, this is your first time attempting a room makeover by yourself. When you were eight and wanted your bed crammed by your bookcase to make extra room to play, your father had scooted the shelves across the floor for you. At twelve when you decided your nightstand needed to be at the foot of your bed instead of beside it, your mother had taken one end and you'd helped her scoot it across the carpet. But today they're both working, and you're not about to give up now.

You give the end of your bed an experimental tug; nothing happens. You plant your feet on the floor, brace your hands on one side, and push as hard as you can, really putting your back into it. Not a centimeter of movement.

The exhaustion that seeps through your muscles feels like defeat. You've got your entire room ready to be refurnished, and you can't even move the bed.

Calling movers sounds exhausting and pricy. However...

You're wearing a tight shirt. A tank top that dips in a v-neck, so low-cut that it falls level with your bra. It's cropped, too, and shows off a sliver of stomach. Your shorts aren't much more modest, tight and miniscule. You blame the Indiana heat, but you secretly thank it for what you'll be able to use it for.

There's sweat beading at your collarbones, dripping between your tits. You're a sight, you look fucked-out and flushed and you haven't been doing anything but cleaning.

It just so happens that your neighbor is lifting weights outside. You'd heard shouting inside that morning, and he'd lugged them to the front porch, you presume to get his anger out. He's smoking, and the muscles in his arm flex with every pump of his elbows.

You snatch a $5 out of the box where you'd stashed the contents of your nightstand, and lean out the window.

"Hargrove!"

He lets the weight drop to the deck, and you're surprised it doesn't crash through. He glances around suspiciously, but his eyes land on you when you wave.

Instantly, you've caught his attention. You're not sure his eyes ever meet your own, but they certainly trace your cleavage.

"$5," You wave the bill at him enticingly, "Help me move my bed."

He's jogging across the street with a smirk on his face in seconds.

He runs right up to your window, and you're grateful for the view of his toned arms as he hoists himself up and over the sill. When he lands, he raises an eyebrow at the state of your room, "Are you moving?"

"No, just rearranging," You point at the paper on your bed, then grab the footboard, "Help me turn it."

He's a showoff. He flexes his arms more than he needs to, runs his tongue over his lips, grunts and groans, anything he can do to keep your attention on him and not the task at hand. But you're equally cunning, keeping your arms tucked in so your tits pop.

it's a game of peacock while you move the rest of the furniture. You're both showing off, trying to entice the other, and when you're finished with the heavy lifting, he leans back on your bookshelf with a heavy sigh, wiping sweat off of his forehead with the hem of his shirt. You don't even bother to hide the way you stare at his abs. He lifts his phone out of his pocket, and you know exactly why it seems more pointed at you than angled towards his face.

It's nice unapologetically ogling each other. There's no playing pretend, no sneaky glances or concealed smirks. You turn away only when he lets the hem of his shirt fall, grabbing your phone to pretend to be busy.

"Bed's in a nice spot now," Billy muses, pinching the corner of your sheets between his fingers, "Y'know, I think we should break it in."

"No thanks." You shake your head nonchalantly, keeping your eyes on your phone, "Your $5 is on the nightstand."

"Seriously?" His mouth drops, an incredulous grin curling at his lips, "You've been staring this whole time!"

"Window shopping," You shrug, "Get out, Hargrove."

"No bedside manner," He scoffs, turning back to get one last look at your boobs with the same shit-eating grin he'd bore the entire time, "If you change your mind, call me."

"I won't," You assure him, "But I saw you take that picture of my tits. When you jack off to it later, leave your window open so I can watch."

"Deal," He snickers, "But you owe me the panties you soak while watching." He holds out his hand, brows poised in a challenge.

"Deal," You smirk, relishing the feeling of his rough skin on yours, "Now get lost, perv."

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove hcs #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove blurb #perv!billy #billy hargrove smut

[toska-writes]

Jedi Maul has been on the brainnnnn!

“Jedi Knight Maul AU”

Summary: With the idea of Jedi Maul of course knowing me I had to twist it into a Platonic piece! Enjoy these headcannons of Jedi Maul

Pairing: Jedi!Maul AU x GN padawan!Reader (ofc it’s platonic!)

Warning: ummm none really I can think of!

Word Count: 913 (I didn’t proof read lol)

Notes: since I couldn’t find any fics like this I filled in! I swear I’ll get back to doing requests but with school now fully back I do have a little more to do in my free time, whether I like it or not

-if anyone ever messed with or talked bad about his commander or men they definitely have another thing coming

-He gives me very protective dad/older brother vibes but only to his little tight knit circle

-And that would include you soon enough

- I definitely think if this certain AU wasn't set in the clone wars Maul would look for a strong willed padawan to pass his teachings too

-HOWEVER do you know how many bad things you would learn from him??? Mostly likely any swear word from any dialect in the entire galaxy. He would give Wolffe a run for his money for the way he would roll his eyes- and don't get me started on how he would totally blow senators off " in the most polite way"

-except of course the nice senators that want the best for everyone including the clones *cough cough Senator Chunchi my beloved*

-and I just keep thinking of this scene where maybe the both of you are talking to the council or maybe some Sith, and Maul would totally make a quip to you or something to ease the tension

-He would want the absolute best and peace of mind when he can't be right with you on the battlefield, because at the beginning he definitely wanted to be

-Maul definitely isn't the type to verbally encourage you, I think he'd be more of an act of services. Whether that be with a blanket and a shoulder to lean on after a hard battle, or helping you clean and wrap a wound if you don't necessarily want to go to the med bay

-Teaching you have to fly is like doing math homework with a parent at the kitchen counter. However after a few more lessons it is definitely a hobby you like doing together even if there is a little banter

-I can imagine on a far away planet while away for a campaign he may or may not sign you up for a pod race just for some extra credits. Would he cheat?... well it's worth it when he sees you fly around the corner with the rest of the troops cheering like mad men

-Meditating is... something else. He knows how hard it is to just sit. And relax, especially in a time of war. But it seems more bearable with someone else for the both of you

-Maul would take lightsaber and dueling technique training very seriously, it's an art form in his eyes and something that he believes he can excel at so of course it's one of the first things the two of you bond over

-He would want to make sure you are prepared for anything, hand to hand, blasters, lightsaber you name it

-Now let’s say something does go wrong and maybe just maybe you get hurt

-One word would be furious, what ever man or creature did that better say their good byes quickly.

-He’s not one to lose his padawan, or hurt by seppies in that matter

-now let’s be honest he’s pretty intimidating and holds a high standard for everything but when the broken little voice of his padawan says they’re scared- his heart is broken into a million pieces.

-that would probably be the only time where he properly brought his voice down to provide some comfort.

-Also can we talk about how dramatic he would be, maybe your sparing and you jab him in the chest.

-he would definitely grab his chest and look at you stunned saying his own padawan is growing before falling to the ground

-two more words: war crimes. I don’t have to explain and I won’t

-there would be so many different competitions among the ranks, kinda like how Anakin and Ahsoka see who can kill the most droids. Something to make the war seem bearable

-Now if anyone ever found out about these last few parts he’d wither away to nothing

-I would say Maul has something against the cold, he doesn’t like snow or being freezing. And so when it comes time for a cold related planet everyone has to know

-the clones would definitely be making different jokes and such but of course behind closed doors, no one wants a cold upset Maul

-however when it comes time for night Mauls CC definitely let’s him bunk with him

-that’s when the clone cuddle piles with the two Jedi really get started

-there’s just something about being absolutely surround by people you know you can properly trust and they trust you to protect them.

-and I’m more than certain the both of you have probably stolen blankets from the clones barracks

-On sleepless nights you both could probably be found talking about the most random shit that had nothing to do with the raging responsibility. Or even in tougher ones with nightmares Maul would most likely put an arm around you and have you fall asleep there

-My boys trying ok. Being a single father to his padawan with a bunch of crazy uncles

-He tries, maybe one day it’s both of you painting your own fighter or tricking it out, maybe it’s another where it’s all intense training and he carries you back to the temple room

-All in all I think Maul would be a fun interesting master to have!

If you want to see this take the form of an actual fic let me know!!!

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[bi-bard]

Maybe There's No Answer Here, At Least One We're Ready to Hear - Jay Halstead Imagine [Chicago PD]

Title: Maybe There's No Answer Here, At Least One We're Ready to Hear

Pairing: Jay Halstead X Reader

Based On: In the Meantime

Word Count: 913 words

Warning(s): mentions of separation

Summary: Jay and (Y/n) planned for forever. However, no one can plan for everything. Now, Jay begs for one night of normalcy before everything falls apart.

Author's Note: This is super short, but I think it gets the job done.

Part One of "April" [Release Date: 5/3/2023]

Part Two of "April" [Release Date: 5/5/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Endings were always hard to accept.

Good or bad, there was always a small sense of denial that something was finally coming to a close.

I wish that my ending was good.

I had let myself believe that it was going to be.

I got comfortable. I got comfortable calling Jay's place home. I got comfortable waking up next to him, cooking with him, doing chores with him. I got comfortable being loved by him.

And now, I was forced to watch whatever future I imagined with Jay crumble in front of me. All of the broken pieces now sat in cardboard boxes and various bags. And suddenly, the ending was far more real than it had ever been before.

I heard the floor creak behind me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Jay and I had been largely silent while I packed. It was rare for our place to be so quiet. No talking, no music, no TV show playing in the background. Nothing to distract us from the inevitable.

"Kim's coming by tomorrow morning to help me get everything out," I muttered.

I didn't want to spend another night there. It was simply my only option at this point. I had been planning to sleep on the couch for the night. I had been for a while at that point. Jay complained about it, but I didn't care. Not at that point.

"Do you want some dinner," Jay asked.

"I'll eat later," I replied.

"(Y/n)-"

"You don't need to take care of me, Jay," I stopped him, turning to face him properly. "I can feed myself. I don't need your supervision-"

"It's not for you," he snapped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's for me."

I had to bite back the urge to say something along the lines of "at least you can finally admit that."

"Tomorrow... everything's going to be... different," he explained. "I just... I want one more normal night before that. I don't want to try to fix everything or convince you to stay or anything. I just want to have one more night where I don't have to think about living without you around."

He had spent a long time in denial. So had I.

Does anyone ever easily accept that a relationship is ending? Or that it ever needs to?

"Fine," I mumbled. "What did you have in mind?"

His shoulders dropped a bit before he replied, "I can order something."

"You know what I get from our usual places," I said. "I'm fine with anything."

He just nodded and walked off.

I sat down on the couch as he called whatever place he chose. I took a moment to look around the room.

It was strange. It was still the same place, but it looked completely foreign to me. There were empty spots on the wall where my stuff had been hanging up. There were movies missing from the shelf. There were throw blankets that were now tucked away in one of my boxes, mainly guarding my mugs.

It all felt so... wrong. Like seeing your face flipped in a photo. Still the same but not how you were used to seeing it.

Jay came out to sit with me a few minutes later.

He looked different too.

He looked tired. Weighed down. I wanted to believe that after this, he would go back to the way he had been before. The same man that had left that cup of coffee on my desk. Our relationship had become a weight on both of us. Too heavy to hold onto without hurting ourselves. No matter how much we both wanted it.

"Wanna watch a movie," Jay asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Sure," I nodded.

I don't remember what movie we picked that night.

I don't remember paying attention.

We stayed up pretty late that night. We didn't talk much. Mostly small comments about what we were watching.

We watched a few movies.

We ate dinner side-by-side on that couch.

When that was done, Jay grabbed some ice cream from the freezer for us to share.

It was so strange.

We hadn't experienced such a calm night like that in a long time. It felt like it had been months since we had a night end with no argument or snarky comments.

I'd like to believe that we both pushed any negative thoughts away for the time being. We were mourning the loss of whatever we had; there was no reason to disturb that by yelling at each other.

After Jay went to bed, I spent ages staring up at the ceiling of the apartment.

I felt my eyes fill with tears.

I knew that I couldn't stay.

Not right now. Nothing would change if I stayed.

We were at different points in our lives. We had different needs than what the other person could provide.

And avoiding that was going to hurt both of us in the long run.

But I could handle the avoidance for a night.

Maybe Jay and I spent that night trying to ignore the reality of the situation. Maybe neither one of us wanted to think about all of the reasons that our relationship fell apart the way it did.

But maybe we didn't need to.

Maybe we had been through enough fighting and yelling and talking.

Maybe it wasn't a state of denial. It was just the first step towards acceptance.

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[basedkikuenjoyer]

I make no claims to being a skilled painter, but the fact this idea turned out looking like I wanted it to is an accomplishment. Yes, that is Okiku striking that Dio pose from the Phantom Blood OP. Fans of the blog likely recognize the connection. Hawkins the Magician, Kiku the Heirophant, Luffy the Fool. Very cool dynamic in Chapter 913 of One Piece which gets a neat folklore allusion in the title too. Hawkins's tarot cards forecast a Fool meeting someone who tracks with a struggle the Heirophant upright/reversed would represent.

Which gets me to Shyarly from yesterday. I knew Kiku & Hawkins had the same birthday. Figured it was a coincidence until I saw Shyarly did too. It's not just the Chrysanthemum Festival date, it's also Fortune Teller's Day. That makes Kiku having the whole "step ahead" concept we talked about as well as the way we talked about some scenes with her having an extra dimension if you remember Luffy now has Future Sight a lot more interesting to me.

#one piece #luffy #okiku #basil hawkins #tarot #i made this #heart of the cards

[nodirectionhome-ao3]

Fanfiction Masterlist

My AO3

AO3 Works:

Kindly Stopped for Me (Multi-chapter, WIP, 33/67) Lily Potter wakes up from a thirteen-and-a-half-year coma, and her son's fifth year turns out a little differently. Read from Beginning on AO3 | Read Latest Chapter on AO3 | Playlist

A Tide in the Affairs (Multi-chapter, WIP, 2/?) James Potter wakes up from a years-long coma, and his son's fifth year turns out a little differently. Read from Beginning on AO3 | Read Latest Chapter on AO3 | Trailer

The Joker and The Queen (Multi-chapter, WIP, 2/?) Lily tells her family a lie. James goes along with it, and before they know it — the two of them are falling through an intricate web of deception and artifice, fighting to hold on to something real. Read from Beginning on AO3 | Read Latest Chapter on AO3 | Playlist

Slow Quicksand, Poisoned Blood (One-shot, James/Lily, 913 words) After learning of the prophecy that threatens to doom her son, Lily begs the cosmos to spare him from this fate. Read now on AO3 | Banner

Hell Is Empty (And All The Devils Are Here) (One-shot, James/Lily, 11,431 words) When an Order mission takes an unexpected turn, James and Lily find themselves stranded together. In the aftermath of the chaos, sheltering together through the storm, a fire catches between them. Read now on AO3 | Banner

Fireworks and Flowers (Micro, James/Lily, 530 words, Fluff) Morning dawns in Godric's Hollow, and James finds Lily sitting in the rain. Read now on AO3 | Banner

Eclipse (One-shot, James/Lily, Prequel to Kindly Stopped for Me) On 31 October, 1981, James faces his worst fear, Lily does the impossible, and one friend is left to pick up the pieces. Read now on AO3 | Banner

The Brightest Star in the Sky (One-shot, Harry/Ginny) In a quiet moment after the war, Ginny finds Harry stargazing at the Burrow. They talk about lost family members, love that persists, and the way forward. Read now on AO3 | Banner

This Mad, Mad Love (One-shot, James/Lily) It's 2 AM in Cokeworth and Lily is wide awake, her mind spinning with memories of the one boy in the world who always knows how to drive her mad. And just when she's had enough, he shows up at her window. Read now on AO3 | Banner

Mosaic Broken Hearts (One-shot, James/Lily) In 1978, war rages through the wizarding world. As everything around him burns and crumbles and dies, James fights to hold on to Lily. Read now on AO3 | Banner

A Rollercoaster Kind of Rush (One-shot, James/Lily) In her sixth year at Hogwarts, while dating the most desirable boy in all of Ravenclaw, Lily realizes the true nature of her feelings for a certain dark-haired Gryffindor. (Inspired by the song The Way I Loved You) Read now on AO3 | Banner

Tumblr Microfics:

A Map to You (Hinny) | A Greenhouse Detention (Jily) | The Bubble (Jily) | Hope Personified (Hinny) | Little Miss Muggle Rock (Jily) | Enraptured (Jily) | The Upcoming Mayoral Election (Jily, Muggle AU) | Or Something Worse (Jily)

KSFM Missing Moments:

The Trees, The Flowers, The Grass (1936 words, Lily POV, Chapter 2) After the attack that killed her husband, Lily languishes in a coma for almost 14 years. This is what she dreams. She's Awake (1300 words, Sirius POV, Chapter 3) In the aftermath of the third task, Sirius and Remus get some life-changing news. The Haunting Hour (2858 words, Remus POV, Chapter 8) When Lily goes back to Privet Drive to confront the Dursleys, Remus reflects on the last time he saw that house and thinks about all the pain he could not stop.

#masterlist #fanfiction

[a-hopeless-romantic-fanatic-blog]

One Piece - shipping drabble

Law x Nami

Just some silly, incorrect quotes about marriage and being in a relationship with pictures! That I personally think fit really well with the LawNa dynamic!

( I also think it is neat and fun to explore that possibility and idea between these two fictional characters)

Rating: SFW

Warnings: some minor bad language, but nothing too bad.

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I am aware this isn't a popular ship, but any form of hateful or negative comments will not be tollerated. You can like what you like and that's fine~ Because we all want to have fun, and a good time here! A wise person once told me: "If you got nothing nice or actually constructive to say, then probably don't say anything at all."

Let's spread love and kindness. Not hate and war.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･:❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🩶🖤🤎

If you wanna see other stuff check out my

Main Shipping Harbor! Lots of verity there~

Heads up!

So marriage isn't just between a man and a woman. Marriage should be all about being with the one you love regardless of their gender or ethnicity. So long as it's not toxic or against the law (like actual cringe stuff)

Then go for it! Get out there and find love in whatever way makes you and your significant other happy~

Okay now that's outta the way...

To this self-indulgent drabble~

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Sleeping together:

"Some mornings, I wake up grouchy. Other mornings, I just let him sleep." -Nami

(Quote from:Unknown - Marriage humor of great men and women.)

"Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can’t sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can’t sleep with the window open." -Law

(Quote from: George Bernard Shaw)

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The benifits of being married:

"Why do married people live longer than single people? I think it’s because married people make a special effort to live longer than their partner—just so they can have the last word." -Nami

(Quote from: Janet Periat)

"Look, you want to know what marriage is really like? Fine. You wake up, she's there. You come back from work, she's there. You fall asleep, she's there. You eat dinner, she's there. You know? I mean, I know that sounds like a bad thing, but it's not." -Law

(Quote from: Robert Barbone - Everybody Loves Raymond)

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Tolerance and Compromise:

"I love you no matter what you do...

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... but do you have to do so much of it?"

-Law and Nami

(Quoted from: Jean Illsley Clarke)

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A doctors' take on marriage:

"Marriage is like vitamins: we supplement each other’s minimum daily requirements."

-Law

(Quote from: Kathy Mohnke)

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It's totally normal:

"My husband and I have never considered divorce… murder sometimes, but never divorce." - Nami

(Quote from: Dr. Joyce Brothers)

"And she might be a pain in the ass. But she's my pain in the ass." -Law

(Quote from: A Very Potter Musical)

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Extra benefits:

"I married for love, but the obvious side benefit of having someone around to find my glasses can not be ignored."

-Law & Nami

(Quote from: Cameron Esposito)

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Vows

"The first draft of my vows, which I wrote the day after we got engaged, clocked in at around 70 pages."

-Law

(Quote from: Leslie - Parks and Recreation)

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This was meant to be.

"I never fell in love with you.

Falling is an accident.

No, I walked aggressively

towards love for you.

It was on purpose and

with purpose." -Law

(Quote from: f.k.q)

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The greatest thing...

"My most brilliant achievement was my ability to persuade my wife to marry me."

-Law

(Quote from: Sir Winston Churchill)

The End~

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Picture/Art work credits:

Law playing with Nami's hair by: Unkown

Law and Nami in a comfy place: saram_80

Nami putting her lip gloss on Law: @ZSxJvsKNpB7AVoE

Law fighting with Sanji and Nami trying to stop them: One Piece Episode - 913

LawNa week day 4: Height Differences - Unknown

Straw-Hat's and Nami laughing at a not so amused Law: shevoj

Nami beating everyone up. Including Law: Unknown

Nami helping Law with his Dressrosa disguise: Unknown

Law passed out at his desk, and his crew sneaking in with gifts for him: Unknown

Law and Nami meeting at Sasbody: xMinyuV

Nami whispering something into Law's ear: Unkown

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I do not own any of the pictures above nor characters from the One Piece franchise, but go give those artists and Anime/ Manga some love if you can!

And if you know who any of the "Unknown" Artists are, please send me a link to their portfolio (if it also includes the picture that's excellent too!)

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Want more? Check out this other LawNa Drabble I did (warning it is kinda sad).

Also, my main Shipping Harbor. For even more stuff to explore here on this blog!

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Like what you see? Consider sharing and / or leaving me a tip! Thank you, and I hope you have a lovely day~

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[redqueenphoenix]

Memories Past...

(a fan fic Burlesque number Performed by Ruby Heart)

So, here is a bit more of the insanity of my multiverse cross over. I do not own any of the characters other than my OC Ruby Heart.

Inspiration - Without Me by Halsey

All characters in this fan fiction are over the age of 21 years old.

The Comedian X Female OC

Word Count: 913

The Song Bird had a decent crowd that night as Eddie sat back in his usual seat. A cigar wedged in his teeth as he leaned back at the empty table. A bottle of gin sat at the center while he nursed his drink.

Tonight was the first night Ruby was to perform since the incident. He knew that Benjamin, Harley and the staff of the lounge tried to convince her otherwise for recovery. But she was a stubborn redhead, feisty and fiery, he knew for a fact she wouldn’t listen to them. Especially with the new piece he had slid under her door. It was just her type of number, there was no way she would resist the music of that limelight.

The lights in the lounge rotated to the stage that was hidden with the pleated curtain. A slow beat pulsed through the speakers as the curtain began to raise. Ruby stood there, her hair half up in curls while the rest hung over her shoulder. Her dress was a different one tonight. A form fitting, floor length red dress with a slit up her leg. Black songbirds dotted up the front of her chest from the black sash. Her shoulders were bare minus a few small straps as she moved towards the microphone. 

Her hand came up to the microphone as her crimson lips drew close, “Found you when your heart was broke…” Her voice carried through the lounge as she sang. “I filled your cup until it overflowed. Took it so far to keep you close. I was afraid to leave you on your own…” She stopped for a moment as the song built, closing her eyes and looking away from the crowd.

The microphone picked up her sharp intake of breath as she opened her eyes, locking them with Eddie’s, “I said I'd catch you if you fall. And if they laugh, then fuck 'em all. And then I got you off your knees. Put you right back on your feet. Just so you could take advantage of me.” Her voice held an air of pain as she sang. 

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing, this was not the song he had slid to her at all and he knew she was targeting him with it. He shook his head, breaking eye contact for a moment as his mind wandered back to their days of being Watchmen.

“Gave love 'bout a hundred tries…”

There they were standing outside of the publicity photo shoot, her hands at his face where Hooded Justice had broken his nose for catching him attempting to do something unspeakable. Ruby smiled at him as she dabbed the blood away. “You have to control yourself. The world isn’t your playground darlin’.”

“Just running from the demons in your mind…”

Ruby stood before the flashes of cameras as people asked her questions about the accusations that were being thrown towards the Comedian about the sexual assault of Silk Spectre as well as the murder of Hooded Justice in his home. “He didn’t do any of that stuff. I have thoroughly investigated both allegations and have found that the man responsible for both and apprehended him.” The Comedian stood behind her watching, shocked that she lied to the press to save him.

“Then I took yours and made 'em mine…”

“You lying bitch!” Silk Spectre yelled as she crossed the meeting room, her hand raised, bringing it hard across Ruby’s cheek. “How can you defend that monster!”

“He made mistakes, we all have.” Ruby brought her hand up to her stinging cheek. “You’ve done some questionable stuff yourself.”

“Not on his calibur.” Silk Spectre snarled as she looked back at her fellow Watchmen. Her eyes went to The Comedian who leaned against the wall, “brainwashed another didn’t you?”

Ruby shook her head as she bawled her fists at her side, “He didn’t brainwash me… I love him…” 

“That’s even worse!” She spat back as she turned.

“I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind…”

“Ruby Heart, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to obstruct the justice you swore to uphold. How do you plead?” The head of the Watchmen’s council spoke.

Her head remained down as she spoke, “Guilty, Night Owl. I am guilty.”

Night Owl took a deep breath and shook his head, “then you have left me no choice. You are now stripped of your title as a Watchmen.” His eyes went to The Comedian who sat on the other side of the circular table that surrounded Ruby. “You must be very proud of this moment.” He said sarcastically as he turned his attention back to Ruby. “You are to leave your super suit and exit the facility immediately. Where a public lawman will escort you to Arkham.”

“Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there? Feeling so high but too far away to hold me.” 

Eddie shook his head again coming back to the present as he grabbed his glass of gin and slammed it back. His mind clouded in the thoughts of her defending him over and over and he just wasted it all, didn’t care that this woman was there for him. 

“Baby I'm the one who put you up there. I don’t know why…” Ruby���s held weight as she sang, the pain she was feeling laced her words. She turned from the microphone as the song began to fade, the curtain coming down as her own tears matched it.

To Be continued...

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[railwayhistorical]

McDoel Yard Power

We’re on the Louisville & Nashville, former Monon, in Bloomington, Indiana. The yard and local power is interesting today: an Alco RS36, number 913, built in 1963, and EMD GP18, number 900, built in 1960.

Please note the one-piece windshield on the latter unit. This indicates an early low-nose model on both GE and EMD models; it would soon be split into two to lower replacement costs.

One image by Richard Koenig; taken June 28th 1977.

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