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honeybleed · 4 months

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— ★ BIRTHDAY BOY // PORTGAS D. ACE

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon-verse, spoilers about ace’s family if you haven’t got up to marineford 🚶🏽‍♂️, whitebeard crew member!reader, mentions of alcohol, smut (69, fingering, breastplay) ace has a dirty mouth in this, mdni, past traumas, mentions of grooming, death (maternal mortality), angsty but comfort & fluff

author’s note: happy birthday (01/01) to my freckled sunshine eee

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"Eh? What do you mean Ace doesn't celebrate his birthday?" You questioned as you sat with the others for dinner.

"Beats me." Thatch chuckled. "He gets all pissy when you bring it up."

Whitebeard's crew always felt like a family affair, and Ace had always been celebrated. A party animal like Ace not wanting to enjoy his special day sounded completely absurd to you.

Ace was sat on the crow's nest, overlooking the orange hues of the sunset as the Moby Dick swayed in a rhythmic grace on the calm waters.

The last time one of the rowdy crew members insisted on making a big spectacle for his birthday and refused to drop it, resulted in a fistfight where Ace had knocked the poor man's tooth out and left him with a black eye.

He'd learned to laugh it off now.

"Mind if I join you?" You grinned after you clambered the mast.

"Sure." Ace said with his trademark wolfish grin, scooting up. A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you gazed up at the seagulls calling as they flew.

"Do you remember when we met?" You said, turning to face him.

"Yeah.." He chortled. "You gave your poor sis hell."

Your sister was one of Whitebeard's nurses for his deteriorating health. She often made remarks he was the one patient who would drink while receiving an IV drip.

And there was nothing anybody could do about it. You always snuck on board to get a peep of the colossal figure dubbed "The Strongest Man in the World."

The other members always treated you like a pest, chucking you out every time you snuck on board much to your dismay.

That is until you helped a wandering Fire Fist Ace sneak away from marines, proving your loyalty and worth.

Your sister always struggled with raising you and she knew you were better suited for life on the seas. So she let you go. It was a stepping stone for life, and you were eternally grateful.

"Usually I'm quite good at going undetected by those floozies." Ace chuckled. "I was probably hungover or somethin'!"

"Ace...you mind if I ask you something?" You asked finally mustering up the courage.

"Shoot." He responded.

"...Why don't you celebrate your birthday?"

He tensed up, jaw clenching. Ace had a soft spot for you so he bit his tongue, not wanting to be an asshole and yell.

"Whose big mouth flapped their gums?" He settled on, voice still venomous despite his attempts at restraining himself as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"Don't blame them, Ace...I was snooping around. I'm sorry."

He made a disgruntled noise as his face crinkled up in disgust.

"Don't say sorry, jeez. Making me feel like an asshat."

You snorted at his comment.

"What's the big flap about birthdays anyways? It's just like any ole day." He said gruffly.

"You get older.." You said softly.

"And it's the day you came into this world. It deserves to be celebrated."

Ace's mind replayed that sentence on a loop for some odd reason as he lay on his bed after most of the crew headed to turn in for the night.

Turmoil was always brewing within Ace. Despite the polite, happy-go-lucky and cheeky front he put out, his mind felt as if he was stuck in quicksand of wondering why he was alive.

He loathed his father. He loved his mother and sometimes, very rarely he would lay in bed thinking about the way she protected him, so much so it had cost her life.

Nobody has memories of birth, but he liked to picture being held by his mother. During infancy. During childhood. Hell, even as a teenager before he took off.

This already stabbing guilt worsened knowing she had died that same day he was born.

He constantly blamed himself. It was irrational, he knew. Sometimes sacrifices are made by a person and as devastating as they may be, they should be respected regardless.

Garp never spoke about Ace's parents to him. He had let it slip after getting blind drunk at one of the mountain bandit's raves that Ace was the spitting image of Roger with Rouge's freckles.

He loathed his father. He loved his mother.

So the information he had inherited something from her sparked joy in his otherwise miserable existence.

Ace was torn away from his dark thoughts when he heard a knock on his cabin.

"Oh...hey Y/N-" He trailed off when he saw you holding a sprinkled cupcake with a single candle planted into it.

"What's all this...?" He asked eyebrow arched.

"It's for you.." You smiled. "I was gonna borrow a lighter but you can light it yourself, mhm?"

"That I can." He chuckled wryly. He stepped to the side to usher you in and closed the door.

The bed creaked as you sat down after placing it on the wooden desk. Ace slumped into the chair, his arms on the rests.

"You don't gotta tell me why you hate your birthday but...make a wish, hm?"

Ace let out a sigh as he shook his head. He could never say no to you. He lit the candle with the tip of his forefinger.

He was stuck on what exactly to wish for but his eyes flickered to you, who was gazing at him expectantly, he felt a surge of warmth in his chest.

After he said his wish in his mind, he blew out the candle. You dipped your index finger in the butterscotch cream, swiping it on the tip of his nose, earning a hearty chuckle from Ace as he threw his head back.

The type of belly ache laugh that makes the muscles in your cheeks hurt. He never thought he could even have a genuine smile today.

He mischievously swiped some of the cream onto your lips and nudged his forehead against yours.

"May I?"

You drew a sharp intake of breath, blood roaring in your ears as his dark eyes glinted with the lantern behind you.

"...Yes." You whispered, and Ace immediately cupped your cheek and slotted his lips against yours. You were still sitting on the bed, his hand pressing firmly against the mattress as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was sweet from the taste of the cream to the tender-like movements of Ace's lips against yours.

When he lapped up the flavor from your lips, he slid his tongue against yours earning a soft whimper from you as heat pooled deep in your gut.

"ACE!" You squeaked out.

Against the pillows, your heart thumped in anticipation. He stood as he unbuckled his belt and let his shorts drop to his ankles.

It was a lewd sight you suppose, and it'd probably get crazier as this went on.

He was on all fours, crawling towards you which was a little funny to see, then he slotted himself between your legs and began to glide his tongue along the skin of the juncture between your shoulders and neck.

You let out a gasp at the sensation of his large hands squeezing your breast.

"Already..?" He whispered in your ear, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple.

Ace by no means was a lothario, and his own sexual experiences had come from the early days when he first ventured out into the sea.

The older women always told him how much of a pretty boy he was and how his freckles were to die for.

At the time he felt his chest swell with pride, especially when his older crew mates propped him up. Saying how much of a real man he was now.

But late at night he often thought back and he felt disgusted with himself. He hated it. He couldn't exactly pinpoint why he felt that way but he couldn't stand it.

So he steered away from intimacy. He could flirt his way out of trouble but when things ever began to heat up when he was on his expeditions around, he knew when to cut and run.

Somehow, as he was about to engage in something so heated with you he oddly felt comforted. As if this was meant to happen.

"Ace..." You murmured as his lips began to suck and lick the flesh of your stomach.

"What is it princess, do you want me to stop..?" He asked gently, dark eyes flickering to yours full of warmth and tenderness.

"No...I want this.." You mumbled, the tips of your ears red as you felt exposed in front of Ace. "But if it's your special day, I should be the one treating you."

A very predatory almost primal-looking glint gleamed in Ace's eyes.

"Baby...do you trust me?" Ace questioned.

You nodded. He made you stand up as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Ace already naked, began to peel off the remainder of your night clothes until you were fully nude in front of him.

He slowly began to lave kisses and sucked on your nipples, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

You whimpered his name, goosebumps trailing all over your body as your pussy began to almost sob at the attention. Ace swiped his middle and forefinger between your folds, practically in awe at your wetness.

He looked up to meet your eyes once more, his own swirling with lust.

"All this for me, baby?"

Unsure of what to say, you simply nodded.

"You're mighty sweet, aren't ya?" He chuckled darkly, his thumb beginning to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, damn near about to buckle.

"You're treatin' me enough by letting me play with that pretty pussy on my special day...but if you insist. Come on. Sit on my face and suck my cock, mhm?"

The crudeness and vulgarity leaving Ace's mouth was shocking you. You've heard a dirty joke from Ace once or twice but this was another level.

Regardless, you'd be lying if you didn't say the filth from his mouth wasn't spurring you on.

As he laid back on his bed, helping you shift into the position to ride his face as you sucked him off.

You gasped when you felt Ace's fingers dig into the flesh of your plush thighs with the added sensation of him burying his face between your dripping core.

He kissed and bit the delicate flesh of your inner thighs before he completely plunged his tongue into your cunt to run it along the wet folds.

You immediately whined. He'd just begun but he was so good at it, you felt a shudder down your spine.

Your nails sunk into his toned thighs as you carefully eyed his hardened cock, the tip already oozing white pearls of pre cum and angrily red.

"It looks like it hurts." You thought to yourself but were immediately dragged out of your thoughts as Ace parted your folds with his fingers, making you squeak.

"What happened to wanting to treat me, huh?" He chuckled, words vibrating against your pussy causing you to jolt.

You never even thought of the idea of wanting somebody's dick in your mouth. Yet Ace's looked so enticing.

Slightly tan with a vein running along the underside. He seemed like such a wild person who didn't care about 'maintenance' yet his pubes seemed to be well trimmed.

It was slightly hard to concentrate on what you needed to do, what with Ace slurping and suckling your pussy obnoxiously. He was making you lightheaded and a moaning mess in his grip.

The pad of your thumb brushed against the slit of his tip, smearing the cum around. He hissed and bucked his hips slightly since he was carried away with the relentless assault of his tongue on your core.

"You goddamn minx..." He muttered with a hazy smile.

Your hand wrapped around his length and began to stroke him tauntingly slow, giving kitten licks on his aching tip. He let out a groan, his raven locks plastering onto the sweat on his forehead.

Soon enough, you slowly but surely took Ace's cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him as the mixture of saliva and precum coated his dick.

You and Ace were cut from the same cloth you suppose. Both of the oral you were giving each other was sloppy and messy, and you both were struggling to keep your sanity amidst the pleasure.

The Second Division captain's cabin was a cacophony of sinful and desperate moans bouncing off the mahogany panelings and skin slapping.

"Fuck...princess.." Ace gasped out, his breath tickling your sticky and puffy folds. "Don't think I can...handle this much longer. Let's cum together, mhm..?"

You nodded, throat a little raw at Ace accidentally hitting the back of your throat with his tip with the over-enthusiasm of you bobbing your head when you increased your pace.

Soon enough, you simultaneously hit your orgasms, Ace's hot seed oozing in your mouth and your juices squirting on his tongue, he eagerly lapped up the essence causing you to jerk away in hysterics.

"You are so damn...greedy!" You heaved out, breaths shallow after you swallowed and rubbed your throat.

"Can't help myself, princess." Ace remarked with a weary smile as he sat up then crawled over to rest on your chest. "You make me insatiable."

You ruffled his jet-black tresses and kissed his temple as he wrapped his arms around your waist, face nestled into you.

"Hope you enjoyed, birthday boy." You smiled.

"Aw...so you sitting on my face is reserved for birthdays only? Suddenly I wish every day was my birthday." He chuckled, causing you to thump his arm.

The next morning, despite the elaborate plan to leave before dawn before anybody saw you leave Ace's cabin you were caught.

"Here." Thatch said sliding a mug of tea over to you. "Marco says peppermint is good for a sore throat."

That was the last thing Thatch remembered before he was scalded with some of the boiling water sloshed on his hand, the rest of the crew in hysterics.

author’s note: if you read this far tysm! reblogs & interactions always appreciated. its like 4am n i wrote this w my pussy n depression so sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes

#one piece x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece smut #portgas d ace smut #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #ace x reader #one piece ace #ace smut #ace fluff #one piece fanfic #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece x female reader #one piece angst #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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swee7dream · 5 months

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dr. whale cg!lee jeno x f!reader | 786 words

summary: jeno finds you as a whale.

genre & content warnings: pure agere fluff & slice of life. no cws :)

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

jeno finds himself stepping over you on the floor on the way from the bedroom to the kitchen.

“floor time?” he asks.

“floor time…” you affirm, closing your eyes and sinking your back further into the carpet. “nono, can you play whale music? the kind that goes like-”

you make a very poor impression of a whale song, your voice cracking when it fails to get to the low note far out of your range.

with a soft hum, jeno’s phone is hooked up to the speakers in the living room and it doesn’t take long for real whale noises to come out of them. the sound is wide and large, the vibrations shaking you to your very core.

“whales!” you cheer as you sit on the soles of your feet, hand on either side to support you as you lean into the direction of the kitchen. “nono! you makin’ whale food?”

“maybe,” he answers cryptically behind the counter. your only clue is the sound of the knife coming down onto the cutting board and it’s not very helpful. “why? you want barnacles for dinner tonight?”

“yeah!” you giggle and flop carelessly back on your belly, rolling around. “’cause ‘m a whale!”

“you’re a whale?” jeno’s eyes peer over the counter to watch you with playful eyes. “what kind of whale are you, gumdrop?”

“mmm, a blue whale!” your gazes meet. “they’re the biggest ‘n’ the oldest animals in the whole wide world!”

“biggest and oldest?” he blinks, shocked at the information. “but… you’re so little. are you sure you’re a big blue whale, sweetheart?”

“i am!” You shoot him a toothy grin. “i jus’ a baby whale still.”

“well, little whale,” jeno places the knife down to lean on the counter. “i’ll have you know that i’m actually a marine biologist. that means it’s my job to help lost little baby animals like you get back home. i don’t know how you ended up in my house but i can’t have you die on me so I’ll get you in a nice ice cold bathtub to remind you of back home in the ocean, yeah?”

“no!” you squeal as jeno picks you up off the ground. “no, n-! mr. bilologist!”

“no?” he freezes, dropping his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“no!” you laugh. “’m a land whale!”

“a… blue land whale? a land blue whale? what on earth is that?” he frowns, sticking his face close to yours to carefully inspect you. “are you lying to me? i’ll have you know i have a phd in whaleology.”

“’m not lying, mr. whalelolo-” your eyes shift away for a second. “mr. whale doctor. ‘m a land whale! you know how regular whales gotta come up out the water to breathe oxygen ‘n’ stuff? so do land whales! we jus’ get so tired goin’ in ‘n’ out of the water we jus’ stay up here!”

“hm,” his squinted eyes continue to scan for any bluffs before he nods. “my apologies, miss whale. since i guess i was the one who was intruding in your natural habitat, could i make you dinner? it doesn’t look like you ‘land whales’ let any barnacles grow on you for food or anything like that.”

“you may,” you raise your nose to the ceiling before going back to your regular state as a little ball of giggles. “thank you, nono.”

“you’re welcome, miss- wait,” jeno is back in your face in less than a second and you hold your hands over your mouth to hide your smile and muffle your laughter. “only one person calls me that… is that- are you my gumdrop?!”

his shock turns your tittering into full-on chortles.

“yeah!” your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much. “’s me, nono!”

“you were a land whale this whole time?”

“no!” you shake your head at his silliness. “i was playin’ pretend, nono. jus’ pretend!”

“oh…” his lips form a small circle and he nods slowly. uncertainly, he comes in to whisper into your ear. “well, that’s really good because… i’m actually not a whalelology doctor. i just wanted to impress you… did it work?”

his shy confession softly hits the shell of your ear and it fills you with giddiness all over.

“yeah!” you hug jeno’s neck tightly. “i always think nono’s the coolest. the coolest ever.”

“thank you, baby,” he coos, dropping his head gently onto your shoulder. “wanna help me with dinner now?”

“mhm!” you wiggle until jeno puts your feet back on the ground. “can you change the whale music off? ‘s creepy…”

“that’s what you-” he cuts himself with a lighthearted scoff. “never mind. sure, gumdrop.”

a/n: sorry it's a little short :( i'm trying to focus on being more consistent with posting atm so hopefully the wc will go up with time.

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ezzydantes · 1 month

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Soldier

Author's Note: This is a request from @mehiwilldoitlater. I hope I did your boy proud! Smoker finds out that his lover, y/n, was kidnapped after being found out by enemy pirates. Warnings: Language, Violence, and fluff towards the end.

Smoker's eyes widened in horror as Doflamingo landed in front of him holding you by your neck. The fear and panic in your eyes were enough to make the seasoned Vice Admiral's stomach turn as you fought uselessly against the one hand that continued to squeeze around your airway.

"You wouldn't happen to know who this little kitten belongs to, would you, Smoker?" the Heavenly Demon cackled as he brought you closer to his face and licked along your cheek, enjoying the fact that you were beginning to turn purple at this point, clawing at his hand and trying to kick out of his iron-tight grip. The warlord threw you to the ground with a sickening thud, that caused you to scream in pain as you landed on your side, most likely breaking some ribs. You immediately began trying to move as far away from your kidnapper as fast as you could only to be stopped by Doflamingo pinning you down on the ground with his foot while he stared at your lover.

"Y/N!!!" Smoker shouted as he began to rush towards you.

"Ah..ah...ah...", the blonde tsked as he applied a bit more pressure to his foot, causing you to scream again, "any further and I may accidentally squish your poor little lover."

"Ah... CHASE!" you shouted as you tried to push the giant's foot off of you, "Don't worry about me! Motherfucker, get off me!"

"The Hell I won't worry about you!", the Marine growled as he spit his cigars out and readied his weapon, "GET OFF MY WOMAN, YOU BASTARD!"

The Logia Devil User lunged for the Paramecia User, being caught off guard as the latter kicked you up into the air towards the him, causing the younger man to drop his weapon and catch you. This gave the Heavenly Demon a chance to charge the both of you, knocking you and your lover back a good ways into a solid stone rock. "Chase!" you called his nickname as you tried to remain conscious enough to shake him awake, knowing that the warlord was making his way towards you both.

The white-haired man immediately engulfed you in his arms and caged you against the rock, trying desperately to keep the blows from Doflamingo reaching you. You began crying as you saw the inexplicable pain that the Marine tried to hide from you as he squinted, continuously bracing himself after every hit to make sure that you didn't feel any of it. "Baby!?" you cried out again as he tried to muster a painful smile.

"I got you, Baby Girl", he grunted as he tried to convey through his eyes what he couldn't physically explain right now as he took blow after blow.

He would die for you if he had to... if it meant protecting you in this fight, he'd gladly lay down his life, but he wasn't going to give up that easily. He had to get you out of there and to Tashigi and the rest of G5. He knew they would keep you safe as they knew the nature of your relationship to their leader. You were his childhood sweetheart, the only person in this world who had stood beside him for all these years. He'd be damned if after everything he lost you now and especially not to a piece of shit like Donquixote Doflamingo.

In between the barrage of fists and kicks, Smoker managed to dodge long enough to pull you to him and shoot off into the air. "Hold on, Baby Girl... I'm going to keep you safe", he coughed as he tried to keep his wits about him flying through the air, avoiding Doflamingo's aerial attacks as well as make sure he didn't drop you.

"Vice Admiral! Smoker!" he heard the shouts of his crew and he gripped you closer to him, kissing your forehead as he lowered himself just enough that he knew they could catch you. "I'm going to draw him off...."

"Chase! That's suicide!" you gripped him tighter, trying to make sure he couldn't drop you. If he was going to die, you were going to die with him. "Not without you!"

"STUBBORN ASS WOMAN!" he shouted as he pulled you from him, "We will both die if I cannot get you somewhere safe so that I can fight him with no worries."

Tears began pouring down your face as you realized he was doing this to protect you, to give himself a fighting chance to get back to you. "You better come back to me, Soldier!"

He chuckled as he swooped down and around again to avoid another attack from the warlord. "Yes, Ma'am", he promised, "Even if its on a stretcher for the dead... I'm coming back to you."

You kissed him as hard as you could, letting him know that he meant everything to you, before you let go of him as he dropped you into G5's awaiting arms. "Mrs. Smoker!" they shouted as they scrambled to get you away from the fray. "Be careful, she's hurt pretty bad!" "Watch it! Smokey will kill us if anything happens to his girl!" It was then that all of your injuries began to take a toll and you passed out as soon as Tashigi reached you. "Y/n!" she shouted as her face turned to darkness.

There were so many memories that you seemed to be reliving over and over. The first time you and Smoker met. The first time you both admitted to having feelings for each other. When he left to join the Marines and you had to go months without a word before finally getting letters. The first time you saw each other after he graduated from being a cadet to each promotion after that. His promise to love and protect you forever. The ring you knew he kept in his quarters that he thought you didn't know about.

After what felt like an eternity your body slammed back into consciousness and you awoke with a gasp and a grunt as you couldn't necessarily sit up in your current state. "Baby Girl!" your lover whispered as he gently caressed your forehead while kissing your lips carefully before cupping your face, "You're still here.... here with me..."

The white-haired man eased his forehead against yours as his non-existent grip on your cheeks began to increase in the slightest bits of pressure, fearfully trying not to cause any pain in your condition, "You almost left me.... "

Your tears were enough to let him know that it was not your intention to ever leave him as it was never his as well. Your eyes began to focus a bit more and you noticed all of his injuries. You scowled at him as you began raking your eyes all over him, assessing the damage. "You fucking, Beast.... " your voice hoarse from all of the shouting and the pain that had finally caught up to you.

"Right back at you, Sweetheart..." your Marine chuckled painfully as he grunted while situating himself precariously against you and gingerly taking you into his arms. You melted into his embrace.

"How did he get to you?" Smoker quietly spoke as he nuzzled into your neck, content to hear you breathing.

"I'm not exactly sure... one minute I'm in the kitchen talking to my cousin on the transponder snail and the next I'm flying over the ocean in that bastard's grip", you whispered back as you caressed your fingers through his white hair, enjoying the slight growl you solicited from him.

"I want you to move in with me at my post", he adjusted his head so that he was staring into your (e/c) eyes, taking a second to appreciate the light and life behind them.

"Stop looking at me like I'm dead, Baby...", you wrapped your arms around his head gently pulling him closer to your face as you peppered sweet kisses all over his bruised and battered face. You pulled away just enough to trace the scar over his face. "Takes more than Doucheflamingo to get rid of me."

"I'm serious, y/n..." Smoker stops your fingers caressing his face and gently kisses the inside of your palm before placing it on his chest, just above his heart, "Marry me... come be with me, Baby Girl..."

Your smile makes his heart skip a beat as you lean in and kiss him on his lips, once, twice... and the third lingered for good measure. The way the two of you always kissed before being separated for long periods of time. "I'll marry you, Chase... just always come back to me Soldier... that's an order."

"Aye aye..." he chuckled once more before pulling you into another kiss as he settled against your chest and fell asleep to your heartbeat, enamored by your voice saying, "I love you, Chase..."

The pair of you falling into a blissful sleep that was ruined the next morning by the G5 crew and Tashigi panicking trying to find the Vice Admiral only to find him passed out in bed with his lover. "Get the Hell outta here!" Smoker growled as he winced sitting up and trying to cover you as well.

You couldn't help but painfully laugh at the antics and knew that there would never be a dull moment with your soldier and his crew.

#white chase smoker #one piece x reader #one piece

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nonsensicalramblings79 · 7 months

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and parallels in OFMD

2.7k word meta

If you haven’t read my other post about why I’m talking about albatrosses in the first place, read the first part of this and come back! All of this will make the most sense if you read all of the parts I’ve written – I’ve split them up for ease of reading, because holy shit this is long.

TWs: animal death, blood, eating animals, starvation, emotional abuse, physical abuse, gunshot injuries, suicidal ideation, canon-typical mental health problems

MAJOR OFMD SPOILERS THROUGH S2E03

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Let me start out by saying that yes, this is anachronistic – this poem wasn’t written until 1798. I also don’t care: Oluwande is wearing crocs, Stede’s “corpse” is crushed by a piano whose maker won’t exist until 1863, Blackbeard’s got his whole leather-daddy getup, Zheng Yi Sao won’t be born until 1775 – OFMD plays fast and loose with historical accuracy, and I am never going to dismiss an OFMD theory because the timeline doesn’t match up :P

Now that that’s out of the way, a little bit of background information. Long summary incoming.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is a poem written by English poet Samuel Coleridge. The story is told through the words of the mariner, who has recently survived some horrifying ordeals, soon to be told to a poor unsuspecting stranger who just wants to attend a wedding. As the story goes, the mariner set out with his crew of 200-some-odd men, and everything’s going just peachy until some storms pick up and drive them toward the South Pole. Stranded and lost, the crew fear for their lives, until an albatross appears. At the same time that the albatross appears, the storms clear, the helmsman is able to make their way through the ice of the South Pole, and a southern wind picks up, pushing them back north. The albatross follows the ship, but the mariner believes that it is somehow responsible for the mists and fog that now surround the ship, so he shoots the bird with his crossbow. At that point, the fog and mists actually do clear up (by coincidence or otherwise) – and the crew praise the captain for taking down the bird.

But it’s a fickle crowd – soon the wind stops blowing, and the ship is becalmed; the crew blame the Mariner for killing the bird that had been their good luck. They sit in the middle of the ocean for days or weeks, dying of thirst. They cannot even speak, they’re so thirsty – but they make sure that the Mariner knows that he is to blame for this by tying the albatross’s body around his neck and forcing him to wear it like a grotesque necklace. Eventually, everyone on the ship except the Mariner dies (there’s a bit here about Death and Life-in-Death rolling dice to see who lives and who dies – the important part is that none of the crew survives).

Finally, the Mariner is left alone on his ship of corpses, which strangely do not smell or rot. He wishes he could die, but he doesn’t. During this time, he begins to appreciate what there is left to appreciate – the life around him in the ocean, in the air, “all things both great and small” – and the curse is lifted from him. The albatross detaches from around his neck and sinks into the ocean.

From this point on, the story goes about as you’d expect – the curse being lifted, the wind picks up again, setting the Mariner speeding back home (though, perhaps unexpectedly, his crew gets to come back as zombies for a short while to man the ship until it reaches land again, at which point they die again. RIP). As the ship is coming upon the Mariner’s homeland, it sinks like a rock to the bottom of the ocean – a hermit happens to see the Mariner floating out there and comes to pick him up, thinking he’s dead. When the Mariner opens his eyes, the hermit believes him to be the Devil himself (I mention this only because I think the wording of “Demon? I’m the fuckin’ Devil” lines up perfectly with this).

As penance for shooting the albatross (as if all of this so far wasn’t enough), the Mariner spends the rest of his days wandering the earth, telling his story and making random wedding-goers sad.

HOO BOY, that was a lot. (A whopper, one might say.) Thanks for sticking with me so far.

Now, some of the parallels between this poem and the events of OFMD are more neat and tidy than others are. The biggest parallel, obviously, is the link between the albatross and the “impossible birds” that Ed references in S2E01 – the entire reason I started reading this poem to begin with. The links between the show and the poem are not ones that I think the characters in the show (Ed) are consciously making. I think these allusions more reflect the themes and symbols that the writers and directors want us as the audience to pick up on. Therefore, the “impossible birds” conversation in canon is not talking about albatrosses in the sense that they are commonly referenced in literature, as the proverbial weight around one’s neck that represents guilt – but we can still talk about that symbolism outside of canon.

And talk about it I will.

For those of us who have watched the show, it probably goes without saying that Ed’s got a fair amount of guilt, shame, psychological trauma, etc. that he carries around with him. So if we’re going to invoke the albatross metaphor following S2E3, what specifically can we say is Ed’s “albatross?” There are a few candidates that immediately come to mind. It could be his guilt surrounding a) his father’s murder; b) Lucius’s attempted murder; c) the abusive, toxic relationship that he carried on with Izzy; or maybe even d) himself.

That last one is a little esoteric, so let me explain. Ed hates himself – aside from all the self-destructive tendencies as evidence, he admits it out loud in his dream with Hornigold in S2E03. I wonder if the albatross that is hanging around Blackbeard’s neck is Edward – the real Edward, the one that is more than just his fame, his terrifying persona, his violence-as-a-form-of-love tendencies – the Edward that Stede fell in love with. I wonder whether Ed’s guilt surrounds more than just how he’s hurt others, but how he feels he has killed a truer, better version of himself, and that he can never regain it. In line with The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, killing this “albatross” of a better Edward didn’t just kill him – it killed everyone around him as well. And now, after he has borne the blame of others for having gotten them into this situation, he is forced to wear…himself. The guilt that weighs him down is the knowledge that there is a version of him that was loved, that Stede loved, and in his eyes, he has killed that version of himself.

I want to take a moment to acknowledge a post (or several posts) that I saw several months back in relation to season 1. In these posts [Link1, Link2], smarter people than me drew a connection between a metaphorical albatross and the black cravat that Stede gives to Ed – and that Ed continues to wear until he and Stede change into their privateering academy garb. Something both of those posts touch on is how the cravat represents Stede, and I think that is completely true; however, I posit that the cravat represents the fact that Ed is lovable.

Something that’s been pointed out in the past 48 hours since these episodes dropped is that Ed is not wearing the cravat during the first parts of season 2. Only when he essentially decides to kill himself via storm do we see him once again wearing the cravat (the cravat is also noticeably absent from the purgatory dream sequence).

What exactly this means is still shaky to me – in my mind, Ed does canonically see the cravat as a reminder of his “real” self, and he puts it away and tries to hide it while he’s still…well, functioning is far too strong of a word, but at least not actively suicidal like we see at the end of episode 2. I think hearing Izzy supposedly shoot himself is what pushes Ed over the edge into being actively suicidal; perhaps at this point, some part of Ed is still hoping against hope that he can convince himself not to do it, to wait for Stede. Alternatively, it may be that if he dies here, he wants to take the idea of a “better him” with him.

In the sense of the cravat representing the albatross (meaning the cravat presence is not a choice of the characters, but of costume design), the cravat being missing during the batshit-insane-high-on-rhino-horn Kraken era may represent him not actually feeling the guilt of losing himself during this time. He may have actually convinced himself that a lovable version of himself never existed, and he’s living guilt-free. The guilt comes back when he hears Izzy shoot himself – he’s reminded that he caused this by killing a version of himself that Izzy trusted and even loved, in his own fucked-up way. From then on, the cravat is back on – the guilt is back, and it’s strong enough to induce the kamikaze-type rage we see in the storm.

(Important to note here that while I stand by this interpretation, I’m not sure how it fits with the fact that Ed is wearing the cravat just after the Krakening – the moment when he’s looking back on the island that he just abandoned the Revenge crew on in S1E10.)

I’m leaving this one for myself to come back to later on the off-chance I have some sort of epiphany.

Oh wow, you’re still here?? Probably time for a water break. Go on, the rest will be here when you get back. And there’s unfortunately quite a lot more that still needs to move from my brain to this Word doc.

Ready? Ok.

So that’s one possible interpretation of what Ed’s “albatross” is – I won’t spend time on other possibilities because what I’ve laid out here is the interpretation that I most strongly subscribe to. But all that is only really addressing one part of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Granted, it’s the most important part, symbolically, but there are some other parallels that I want to address that together convince me that the writers of OFMD are actually, specifically referencing this poem.

Obviously, there’s a parallel in that both the happenings of the poem and OFMD occur on actual, physical ships, captained by the man who ends up “shooting the albatross” and being rightfully blamed for it. Both of these ships suffer because of the dead albatross – physically, both ships are taken through devastating storms, and both ships are falling apart. The ship in the poem stops moving indefinitely because of a becalming (all wind and ocean currents stopped); the Revenge stops moving indefinitely because Ed removes the wheel. Both ships suffer casualties – in the poem, everyone dies, and on the Revenge, those crew members may be physically alive, but they are haunted by it. The poem makes note of the fact that the crew died of thirst – while this doesn’t seem to be a main concern on the Revenge, the show does show us, rather graphically, that they were beginning to starve, having to catch and eat raw seagulls to survive (note that dead birds are also a recurring theme in OFMD, leading me to believe even more that albatross references are intentional).

There’s an interesting pattern in the poem concerning dead people – specifically, how they don’t seem to be entirely dead at first. Firstly, the crew that die of thirst drop dead, one by one, on the deck of the Mariner’s ship. However, the poet notes that the bodies did not decompose or smell. Later, these bodies are resurrected by whatever sea spirit chooses to spare the Mariner’s life, using the bodies to man the ship and sail it back to shore. When they are done with this, they drop dead once more, staying on the ship as it sinks to the bottom of the ocean. When the hermit finds the Mariner floating in the ocean, he thinks him dead, before the Mariner’s eyes shoot open (similar to a certain someone at the end of S2E03).

In season 1, I can’t think of any instances wherein someone was presumed to be dead, but actually wasn’t, aside from Stede’s fuckery. However, this theme has come up at least 3 times in season 2 so far: Lucius being the obvious one, then Izzy, and finally Ed himself (and if I’m understanding correctly, Ed was actually, literally, cold-in-the-ground physically dead, not just “presumed dead.” This might be clarified in a future episode). That seems…intentional.

Side note: how long was Ed supposed to have been dead? Days? Didn’t anyone notice that he wasn’t, like, rotting? Especially when “the smell of rot” has been something that very consistently shows up in the show when it’s relevant (see: Lucius’s finger infection, Ed being able to smell Izzy through the walls of the ship).

One more thing: the last thing that the Mariner sees when leaving the shore, and the first thing he sees when he gets back? A lighthouse. Now, could that just be a coincidence, with lighthouses being a very common image in sea-based stories? Sure. But I’m choosing to believe that this poem was chosen (and yes, I say chosen – as in the writers took inspiration from this poem) specifically because it has so much imagery in common with OFMD.

These are admittedly tenuous links between the poem and the show, but they are links, so I’m including them.

The last thing I want to mention about this poem is how its “moral,” if it can be said to have one, is to treat living things with respect – you as a person do not live in a vacuum, and your actions have consequences for others, not just yourself. And I think this sentiment lines up incredibly well with a line that Jim has in S2E02:

…

There was a time when life meant something on this ship. When we lived for each other.

…

According to Jim (and according to literally everything the show has been telling us), the ship was a safe place when the people onboard cared about each other. Fang mentions that Blackbeard didn’t even react when Ivan died; Blackbeard callously shoots his first mate, with the intent of having him killed; he doesn’t even care about his own life and whether he lives or dies. Just like in the poem, this is the issue that needs to be resolved in order for the curse to be lifted – the Mariner (Ed) needs to rekindle an appreciation for life. In the poem, this is a simple “every living thing is special” kind of epiphany – I get the feeling it’s going to be a much more complicated journey in OFMD, especially since the show as a whole is somewhat irreverent concerning the deaths of non-recurring characters. For Ed, I imagine it’s going to be more of an appreciation for his own life – not the value of life on the whole, but the value that his life holds.

So. That’s a lot of words that I just typed – I’m hoping at least some of them made sense. Huge thank you to anyone who made it this far! This is all I’ve got on this particular poem, but I’ve still got more things I want to say about another poem called L’albatros (Charles Baudelaire) and how it relates to Ed and his perception of himself. It’s a huge stretch to say that this poem exists in-universe and Ed has read it, but it makes sense to me and I want to get my thoughts down on (virtual) paper – I’ll link to it in the original introductory post (link to that at the top of this post!).

Let me know what you think!! This silly, stupid pirate show will be consuming my thoughts for at least the next several months, and I’m dying for some reciprocal opinion/info-dumping. Inbox is open!

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kyros-tha-soldier · 4 months

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chapter 1103 SPOILERS

I've gotten a bit lazy lately, I'm basically burnt out to the BONE from work so sorry for not bringing the previous leaks earlier:

we've got big news for my beloved bonbon and her bear papa:

The chapter's title is "I'm sorry, daddy" (GOOOOOOOOD WHY!) And we have a beautiful color spread of the straw hats and our beloved wano warrior YAMATO, they're all riding momo in his dragon form (😏) since it's the year of the dragon

We start where we finished in the mini flashback, where bonney is standing in the memory bubble room, she turns back to her original child form and apologizes to vegapunk since she used to think HE was the one behind her dad's death

Vegapunk understands and gives her something Kuma was planning on handing her on her 10th birthday, it's a sun necklace made of sapphire

UAAAAAAAGHHHH NOOOOOO HOW DARE YOU SATURN!! HOW DARE YOU KILL SOMEONE AS SWEET AS KUMA

Speak of the devil (literally!) We go back to the present time confrontation between saturn, the remaining vegapunks, the cp0 and the rest. Bonney uses her attack "Nika-ish future" to attack saturn but she fails. NOW THIS IS WHERE IT'S ABOUT TO GET ABSOLUTELY BONKERS!

Saturn thinks to himself that this form of Bonney's Nika is much more different than the Nika God since she can only replicate the rubber power

This mf Saturn has his power over everybody that they can't budge a single inch, suddenly he notices that Luffy is eating some food from the floor (somebody must've snuck it at the beginning of the confrontation or smtn) of course Saturn is like "how fucking dare you eat while I'm in the middle of my epic fit of rage" and orders someone to chain him with kairoseki (what a vibe killer)

Like oooooooh calm down big man he's not gonna bite you ffs

It's revealed that thw Toshi Toshi no mi power was given to bonney by saturn, now underline the word "POWER" because this is where it's about to get REALLY messed up

Saturn has been experimenting on people to extract devil fruit powers and then give them to other people. And of course, as fucked up as it sounds, Saturn gave the disease to Ginny (probably while she was pregnant) and the poor woman ended up developing the rare sapphire scale disease

i swear on god, if Saturn's bitchass doesn't get absolutely wrecked then I'm dropping OP, do NOT DISAPPOINT ME ODA I AM SERIOUS!

also is it just me, or is this aj attempt from Oda to clarify that the sapphire scale disease is a sideffect and not an STD? Because I've ssen A LOT of fans speculating about that and i have NEVER EVER in my life thought I'd see the day where I'll hear the words STD and ONE PIECE in one sentence until this very arc!

anyways, Saturn's stupid-ass gave the toshi toshi effect to ginny and somehow she passed it to bonney during her pregnancy, this comes as a surprise to him since this has never happened

According to Saturn, the more bonney starts to learn about Nika's true form and tries to copy it, the weaker she becomes. bonney is seen crying in despair and fear, she apologizes to her father about how despite how far he went to ensure she'd make it out alive, she will end up dead anyways

NO BONBON DON'T CRY PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU PAPA WOULD ALWAYS PROTECT YOU!!!

Speaking of her papi, Kuma crashes right into egghead and gets attacked by some marine soldiers who were shooting at him with grenade launchers (taht's hardcore as fuck, I AM DROPPING THE PANELS NOW just so you can see how cold Kuma looks!)

he gets injured once again in his head but is able to reach Saturn just in time (who had thrown bonney to the ground and was about to squash her with his spider legs) just for Kuma to come and shield her with his body, and have the long nail at the end of Saturn's leg punture his back and chest

Kuma grabs him by the leg and turs around, readying a punch as his face grimaces in rage, and saturn looks at him in absolute shock

and now, DRUM ROLL FOR THE LEAAAAAAAAAKS

oh boy, we eating GOOD tonight!

#kuma #bartholomew kuma #jewelry #jewelry bonney #my sweet bonbon and her teddie bear papa #one piece #one piece manga #one piece spoilers #one piece 1103 #ONE PIECE SPOILERS #SPOILER WARNING #monkey d luffy #sanji vinsmoke #jaygarcia saturn #KUMA GET HIS ASS!

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cultofdixon · 11 months

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Self-Sacrifice

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Not every run ends on good terms. They tend to always get you thinking when they end terrible. This time? You were done running • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Blood loss / Nauseous / Sleep Deprivation / Anxiety / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

It happened quick

Y/N stumbles off Daryl’s bike landing on her side that was already bleeding uncontrollably. Her left arm felt foreign to her and every part of her aches and questions how she managed to drive back to Alexandria.

They didn’t expect to be ambushed

Who were they?

“Rick!” Abraham yells from the watchtower as he quickly brought himself down, alerting a few to rush over while he quickly got the gate open after Y/N had collapsed against it. “Holy fucking shit.” He frowns carefully picking her up as she started to protest with the little strength she had. “We gotta get yea to the infirmary”

“No…no…Daryl”

“What? Y/N where’s—-“

“He’s…s-still…” and she went out like a light.

Abraham carrying Y/N’s unconscious body through Alexandria, brought everyone that knew her to quickly follow the marine’s movement.

…

He’s still out there

He could be dead

I need to go back out there!

LET GO OF ME Y/N thought as she woke to her left arm strapped to her body, her torso heavily bandaged, and a few loose bandaids scattered on her person. She was cut out of her clothes and Maggie was the one to get her into a new shirt and shorts. She was also the one to watch her best friend shoot up out of the bed.

“Hey! No you need to lay back down”

“No—He’s still—he’s out there” Y/N tried to shove Maggie off of her with the little strength she had as Maggie lost a hold of her resulting in the poor girl dropping like a bag of bricks to the ground. “Fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! You just can’t go out there like this”

“I gotta…I have to. Only I know where he is” Y/N sobbed as she painfully brought herself up from the ground only for Maggie to take a hold of her once more resulting in her uncontrollably crying. “I can’t lose him…I need to find him. I need to”

“Rick already sent a group out to find Daryl, Y/N. You need to stay here”

It pained Maggie listening to Y/N sob over how useless she was feeling. She collapsed to her knees feeling the exhaustion get the best of her as Maggie took her time to get her back into the bed to relax…at least enough.

She’s safe…

She’s alive

Home

She’s home…

The archer laid uncomfortably against a fallen tree after escaping the unknown individuals that had ambushed them. He felt the pain start to subside as that was never a good sign. His fingers brush his side gently making him look down in discomfort noticing how quickly the blood seeped through his shirt.

She’s home…she’s safe…that’s…all that matters Daryl sighs not even flinching to the sudden light shone in his face. He couldn’t even make out the worried voices on who they were, but at least the one he wanted to hear the most he didn’t hear amongst the ones he had not strength to fight against if they weren’t anyone he knew.

Y/N had kept running with Daryl shortly behind her then she felt a sudden pain in her side. The sound of the gun shot didn’t register as she immediately went down after such happened. Daryl quickly swung back with his rifle in hand firing at the one that shot her down before turning back grabbing the back of Y/N’s shirt lifting her off the ground.

“Keep movin’”

“It hurts—-“

“I know. But we ain’t dying here” Daryl snaps helping her run back to his bike until they were cut off by a man wielding a bat quickly hitting him in the knee knocking him down. “Fucking hell—“

The man that hit him watches Y/N lunge at him with her knife, inevitably missing as he grabs her arm yanking her hard enough for a loud crack to escape her shoulder. Next thing he knows, he’s the next dead man as Y/N swung back with her arm out of place stabbing her knife right into his skull.

She discarded her knife to use help Daryl on his feet as he grabbed her wrist.

“You need to leave”

“No—-No! I’m not leaving you”

“Someone’s gotta hold them off. Not lead them back home. You gotta fucking go”

“But I—-“

“Y/N for the love of god” Daryl snaps as the footsteps grew closer. “You’re not gonna last very long on that arm and with the bleed in’. I need yea to get back home with the adrenaline you have right now”

“But Daryl” She sobbed as he took her gun from her and gave her stern look. “You have to make it”

“I will, sunshine. I’ll make it back to yea”

And with that Y/N ran toward where they hide his bike. Even if the struggle and pain that escaped through the scream of her voice, she could heard the sudden screaming coming from the men…and Daryl.

The screaming grew louder

Deafening

Please…just sto—

Y/N suddenly jolts awake in the chair she had fallen asleep in as she looks at the unconscious form of Daryl Dixon in the bed at the infirmary. The tears rolled down her cheeks for the what felt like the millionth time that night as she readjusts keeping mind of her braced arm and wounds. Not moving from her chair knowing she’ll be lectured on it in the morning…like the past five mornings.

“Have you eaten today?” Rick asks the exhausted Y/N as she shook her head which lead to him going to grab her something.

“Mind if we check your injuries?” Glenn frowns kneeling beside her chair as she gave the same exhausted look to him like other times he’s asked.

It took some convincing that she will remain in the same building as Daryl in case of anything, in order for anyone to get Y/N to do anything. In this instance it was to eat and have Maggie or Rosita check her bullet wound then help her redress it.

Once she left the room with Maggie, Glenn took care of checking Daryl’s injuries like he’s been doing the past few days. His left knee was dislocated hence why it was elevated and popped back into place, he was stabbed a few times in the abdomen and at least once in the arm, then some bruising in his cheek and left side of his abdomen because of broken ribs. He was a mess.

When Rick returned he quickly dropped everything in his hands to catch Y/N as she stumbled coming off the gurney after Maggie and Rosita checked her.

“You need to sleep”

“I want to be there when he wakes…”

“I’m sorry but you have to follow what we are asking if yea” Rick frowns carefully picking up Y/N bridal style carrying to the back rooms placing her in one as Maggie instinctively followed the retired sheriff deciding she will stay with her to make sure she does sleep.

Now Maggie felt as if she was Y/N sitting by Daryl’s bedside waiting for him to wake up. But she knew that Y/N was trying hard to keep herself awake, and that she simply stayed by her side in case she needed anything. Which lead to Glenn also sitting with her some nights as he came to check on his wife and friends.

A few more days have passed and Y/N was now brace free. The stitches for her bullet wound were removed but she still had a bandage on for it was still healing. Daryl had woken up and found himself bed ridden for a few more days until he started walking Alexandria to get used to it again.

Y/N sat on the Grimes porch taking in some much needed serotonin in the form of a babbling Judith who sat comfortably in her lap.

“Hey”

She quickly looked up to find Daryl coming over to them and taking a seat beside them. “Hi…”

“How’s uh. Your…” Daryl gestured to his own shoulder as she shrugs to show that it didn’t hurt to do such. “Good…good”

“You feeling okay?” Y/N frowns feeling Judith shift enough to also look at Daryl as his expression was always unreadable.

“Uh. Not really”

“I could call Rick…to give you something or—-“

“Nah it ain’t…ain’t the obvious” Daryl scoffs straightening himself up on the steps before leaning back on his elbows. “It’s about that night”

The pain suddenly returned in her chest just from him saying that as she was afraid of what he might say.

“I was…fucking terrified you weren’t gonna make it” Daryl frowns watching Y/N cover Judith’s ears when he cursed in his words. “All I thought about was you when I started to lose consciousness. I was afraid you didn’t make it. Or you did but it was too late…then when I woke up and Glenn said you were fine, I could finally breathe”

“You hurt me…” Y/N tried not to choke up on her words feeling the tiny hands from the small child rest on her face when she started to tear up. “You hurt me by making me leave…Every part of me was screaming to go back. But I knew when I got home that they would go out to find you. I wanted to go. I wanted to go desperately. They held me back told me to stay. Then when you arrived…they wouldn’t let me see you. That when I finally did. In the condition you were in…I could only imagine what they saw and how bad it could’ve been…” she struggled to contain her tears closing her eyes not noticing Daryl move from his seat, carefully taking Judith from her arms and setting her on the porch within sight before situating himself directly in front of her.

“If you died out there I would have never forgave myself…” Y/N sobbed feeling his strong calloused hands carefully take a hold of her face wiping away her tears no matter how long it would take for them to stop from falling. Not like he would want to part from her.

“You deserve to live”

“And so do you…we need you…I need you” She frowns feeling herself curl in on herself as Daryl moved his hands so that he could pull her into his embrace. Knowing it would be uncomfortable for both of them on the house steps but that discomfort didn’t matter. Nor did the pain they still endured from their injuries.

“I fought…and fought…just to get back to yea” Daryl whispers resting his cheek on top of her head feeling her hands grip onto him. “It was a miracle they found me before…” he felt the lump get caught in his throat as he tried his hardest not to break, but he couldn’t help it. “…yeah…I’ only here because of yea…I never wanted to leave you. I needed you safe. And I was selfish. Not to think of myself for a change but I couldn’t bare the thought of the world without you”

“I can’t live in this world without you, Daryl Dixon” She admitted, admitted to so many feelings that brewed inside of her…feeling the tears come on stronger but after admitting to such, Daryl held onto her even more protectively.

The archer didn’t utter another word as he held onto her closing his eyes and taking in everything. He kept her in his embrace until he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

“I’m the self-sacrifice type…and I love you. I love you so much that my decisions were never fully thought through. I’ve said it a lot but I just. Couldn’t bear the thought of losing you…you’re my everything”

Y/N held onto him even harder feeling him adjust enough for her to look up at the man from her position of her head on his chest.

“You can’t do that shit again”

“Okay”

“You have to promise me” Y/N wept feeling his hand come in contact with her cheek as his thumb gently brushes away the tear. “I love you too much to lose you”

“I promise” Daryl kept his gaze locked on her, pressing his lips to her forehead before bringing her back into his embrace. “I’ll promise you every day if I have to”

“Please”

“Then I will”

I will until the end of our lives

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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the-fluff-piece · 11 months

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Could I request Prompt #1 w/ Smoker? Honestly there’s just not enough of him out there… And I’m a sexy or smut 🍆 kind of gal, but if you’d rather write something sweet for this, I’d be down for that too ☺️

And congratulations on 200! That’s definitely not nothing. It’s a milestone and you should celebrate it.

This is part of the follower milestone event

Hello Anon,

Thank you! I feel like I always have to play everything down. 200 is definitely not nothing!

Yes, poor smoky is begging for it with his shirt open but he doesn't get enough attention 🥺 but he needs it so bad! This one kind of escalated in length, I am sorry

And its 18+ so minors don't click on that.

Here's

White night

Smoker's worst nightmare is coming true: he needs to attend a dreadful marine ball! And Tsuru even assigned him a date to take. What should he even do with one of those noble brats of high birth?

Angsty, shy Smoker and some light smut

Smoker

Smoker was the most uncomfortable he was in a long, long time. Put him on a battlefield, beat him up and shoot holes in him - he was fine with that. Put him in a suit and he wanted to get executed instantly. The bowtie around his neck seemed to choke him and he hated dress shirts on purpose. Even if it was the official gala uniform, he hated it. The marine gala uniform for his rank was basically a fine suit with vest, bow tie and his medals and rank signs. He forgot he even had half of these. Valor? When?

His large hands fumbled with the flower corsage he was supposed to give the girl that had to spend the evening with him. She was a princess or something. At least Tashigi felt as uneasy as him. She got pressed into a dress that was not at all her style, in a bright pink shade and shining applications. Her date for the evening would be an officer of similar rank that Garp picked.

You

So your dad and some marine admiral made you go to one of those boring marine balls were uptight, unsocial marine officers had to show to the public that they were civil people instead of devil power wielding savages on par with the pirates they hunted.

You would have to spend the evening with "the white hunter", he looked about as funny as eating a bowl of screws, so you didn't have great expectations about the evening. At least he looked hot, in a grumpy older guy with excellent physique kind of way. You had read about him in the newspaper when he managed to bring in some big, bad pirates. For some reason, his shirt was never closed.

Your father had assured you that the man was maybe a little rough, but a good man. He protected the upstanding citizens of the world and was far less prone to convoluted marine politics than most. Just recently, he managed to bring back a group of children that had been kidnapped, so you hoped that he wasn't a bad guy, despite his reputation as being cruel.

As you get out of the carriage you put on your best good princess smile as you make your way to the foyer. He was hard to miss, you could already see his white hair and a pillar of smoke in the crowd.

Ugh, here we go. Another evening of boring war stories. It was undeniable though that he looked splendid. The cut of the uniform accentuated his broad, muscular build and made him look almost handsome. His hair was neatly groomed and his piercing white eyes were mesmerising. Only his scowl and the cigar in his mouth destroyed the picture a little bit. He seemed as unhappy to attend this ball as you were.

"You must be vice-admiral Smoker, I am- " you tried to greet him. He didn't hear you. Instead, he grunted something at a small woman, who bowed like she was his subordinate.

"Goddammit Tashigi wear your glasses!" He berated her. What a stern guy. The woman flipped a pair of glasses from the top of her head down in front of her eyes and studied a vase with a bouquet very closely, apologising.

You tried again but he didn't react. Either he only heard barked orders from his superiors, or he was half deaf from all the shooting and the bellow of his own voice. Maybe both. You decide to lay protocol aside for a second and poked a finger into his side. Irritated, he looked down.

"Yes?"

You clear your throat and say in the loudest and clearest way possible: "you must be vice admiral smoker! I am pleased to meet you. I am princess y/n, as Admiral Tsuru surely told you."

"Oh, uh I am vice admiral smoker, at your service!" It seemed like he wanted to salute you, but stopped his hand.

"I know" you said. Now that he's facing you he looks more like a nervous school boy than a weathered soldier. And he was a giant. Your eyes were level with the white flower in his buttonhole. You saw his nervous hands mistreating the delicate flower bouquet he was supposed to give you, but likely forgot he had.

"Oh thank you so much, what a beautiful colour" you said, pointing at the corsage in his hands. With widened eyes, he looked at the gift and nods.

"Yes of course" and motioned to put it around your wrist. He didn't take his gloves off, nor did he greet you properly. He is lucky that you're not one of those hags that end whole careers over societal missteps. He was really trying hard to get the small band onto your wrist, but even the tips of his fingers were still too clumsy and the corsage seemed to develop a mind of it's own. You gently took it out of his huge paws and put it on your wrist. The flowers were already creased and crushed. "Lovely " you comment. He may be a lion on the battlefield but on this marble floor he seemed more like a lamb. You will have your hands full tonight maneuvering this oaf through all the rules and protocols no one taught him about, so that he didn't embarrass you or himself.

"Vice-admiral, let's go to the buffet until the dancing starts. I imagine you are far too busy to attend these frivolous parties often, let me show you around." He manages to swallow and nod, you hope he understood what you were saying. Follow my lead and this won't turn into a disaster.

Smoker

He didn't know if he was lucky or absolutely doomed. Maybe both could be true. He was just letting off some steam disciplining Tashigi, when a tiny woman appeared with the aura of a leader. She looked short and fragile, her speech was melodic and overly polite, but sharp as a blade. He felt in every inch of his body that she was here to get him through it, and if he didn't cooperate she would be able to destroy him through means he couldn't even grasp. He had a faint flashback to his first drill instructor.

He couldn't help but notice her noble face and regal posture, completing the fine beauty of a woman who was intelligent and cunning. She looked like she was used to giving orders and having those carried out.

He remembered to hold out his arm for her just in time and she took it. Her grasp wasn't strong, but she took the lead, gently tugging in the direction they had to go. The woman had balls and the spirit to back it up. He respected that. Maybe Tsuru picked her just for those qualities.

She led him around showing him the buffet and explaining the dishes and their properties to him like he already knew that. She somehow, without saying anything or gesturing, made a waiter appear with a whiskey on ice for him while she took a glass of sparkling wine. It was damn good whiskey, Smoker had to admit. He relaxed a little.

The buffet was an abundance of fine dishes and snacks: There were fine tartelettes, a selection of cheeses from all four seas, exotic fruit, roasts and seafood. His head spun and he couldn't remember half of it, wasn't sure if he had to. Simultaneously she greeted uncountable pairs of very important people, dukes and duchesses, barons, industrial magnates, professors and whatnot. He was relieved whenever he met someone he knew - and wasn't on bad terms with. Vice-Admiral Jonathan from G-8 was there, being stuffed by his wife with food, Tsuru was there, looking as grumpy and mean as ever but nodding to him benevolently when she saw him and the princess. Admiral Sengok was glued to the buffet and greeted Smoker warmly, his mouth full of crackers and cheese. Maybe the strict rules aren't as strict for everyone.

The princess was single handedly leading the evening for both of them, he barely had to speak, she did it for him, ending most sentences with "don't you think, Vice Admiral?" Or "as I'm sure the Vice admiral would agree". All he had to do was nod and try to smile. They had crossed the ballroom once from end to end and had greeted most of the other guests. The princess led him to a corner and drank from her glass, observing the room.

"So Vice-Admiral.Smoker, now that you've had your first glance at the party, do you find it acceptable?" He asked him with an easy smile.

"Yeah, I...guess. very acceptable indeed." He had to wreck his brain not to fall back to his surely more than inappropriate way of speaking.

"You know you don't have to call me vice admiral all the time, I don't really care for the title. Just Smoker is fine" He told her. "And I am not good at this whole fancy party thing.

She gave him a warm, beautiful smile, sending electricity through his body.

"I noticed" she said, chuckling. "That's why I am going to be blunt: I know you're not the kind of man who likes to be here, but I see that you are honestly trying. I respect that. I assure you that I will help you get through this evening smoothly and we will leave at the earliest hour we can. So we just need to dance a little and we can excuse ourselves, get back to our lifes."

He nodded, dumbfounded because of the sudden change of manners. Her voice, before formal and polite, adapted a more playful and relaxed tone. Was this the way she usually spoke?

Smoker had to swallow and make a confession: "I can't dance."

"Dear Vice-Admiral, I am shocked!" She put her hand on her mouth and widened her eyes in pretend surprise. "Don't worry about that, we will mostly dance waltz tonight, you just need to make the basic steps and I'll lead you."

He almost told her that the man was supposed to lead, but he realized it would have been stupid.

"I know the basic steps. Tsuru send me to a crash course last week." He admitted. "But I'm not good at it."

"If I may be so nosy, why does Tsuru want you here?" You asked him the question that burned in your mind. It made no sense to push someone who wasn't suitable, if that guy was just strong he could clobber pirates in a lower rank, so there must be more to him.

"Don't know." He grunts. "Ask her."

"I will" you said, already planning your approach to find out.

"Why are you in the marine, Smoker?" You decided to just ask him. You had asked the question a few times now and the answers were all very telling.

"I just want to spread justice. Root out all those who wreak havoc in the world." His voice got louder as he spoke, turning a few heads. He seemed to really mean it, maybe he wasn't as bad as most others, who just wanted the power that came with it.

"The music is starting. Let's dance." You said as you lead him to the dance floor, where others already waited.

Smoker

Dancing. Was. Hard.

It was a pain to look where he stepped, it was almost impossible to time his steps with the music and the hardest thing of all was holding that small, beautiful woman in his arms without going crazy. One hand on her back, one holding her hand - he never got so near to that kind of woman, let alone one he was actually getting interested in. Her charm and cunning weren't lost on him, no matter how many defenses he had built against personal drama over the years.

The music was pleasant and the princesses ballgown swung elegantly from her hand, where it was held by a small loop. He could get into this. Could get into her - but he had to remind himself that he was just a Marine brute, built for fighting and hunting, and not good for much else. She was used to gentlemen courting her, the finer things in life, politics and polite conversation. All things he didn't know. His heart sank a little as he realized this evening was all he had. But he would make it count, it was even acceptable that he court his partner, even a little. It was what everyone wanted after all. As they danced and she gently led him across the dancefloor, he indulged in staring at her and imagining a future he would never have.

You

You were smiling, this was going far better than you had anticipated. The marine oaf turned out to be a man with principles, but no mind for politics. He understood the importance however and cooperated with you, making this more pleasant and easy.

His hand was big and warm on your back as you danced and held your hand with great care, your small hand was completely engulfed in his. Once you got used to his tough demeanor, you could really get into his marine-soldier charm. Later, you would have to look up more of those pictures of his bare chest.

The music stopped, so after a few dances it was time for a break. You lead him back to the buffet to get another drink and told him how good he was doing.

"Thank you" he smiled, looking proud of himself and helping himself to another whiskey.

"What is over there?" He asked, bending down to you.

"Oh, the garden" you answered. "People basically just stroll there and there are some benches."

"I could use a bit of fresh air..." he said, waiting for you to weigh in.

"Of course, it's more quiet out there, let's take a walk" you say and take his arm again. Usually the gardens were the territory of lovers, hiding from the prying eyes of the public. But he didn't need to know that.

The gardens where lush and in full bloom. Huge hedges created many secret spots and over everything hung the sweet scent of the flowers and herbs, especially strong in the colder evening air.

You took random turns, not really looking where you were going, just enjoying the break and relative calm out here.

You heard a little to late the giggling and sighing of lovers around a corner in the maze of hedges - and suddenly you and Smoker stood in front of a half naked pair of young nobles, fooling around in the darkness on a bench.

You could hear him gasp as the couple giggled and retreated further into the foliage - it was not exactly a faux pas, just a frivolous encounter the two must have expected.

"Let's go down here" you nervously said as you lead him around a different bend.

"Where they...?" Smoker asked huskily.

"Yes" you answer, watching the big man blush like a teenager. His pale skin and white hair did nothing to hide his pink cheeks.

"The garden is also the place for lovers" you told him.

"Lovers..." he mumbled.

"They are usually not able to meet in private because of chaperones and rules or just distance, so it's an open secret that people enjoy each others company in the gardens." You informed the clueless soldier.

"And we are here..." he growled in an ominous tone.

"Just walking here is also fine" you told him, unsure of what he was thinking about.

The two of you stopped - there was a dead end with a bench in some kind of alcove, a perfect spot for some secret fun. You couldn't deny that the guy was hot and was probably a special experience in the sheets.

"Do you want to sit down? No one will see us here" You asked in hushed tone.

"Yes" he pressed out. He seemed nervous, so he must have understood your offer.

He sat down beside you in the stone bench and began staring at the path to his feet. You leaned a bit against him, but felt his body tense, and you wanted to move away again when his hand wrapped around you and pulled you close.

He looked at you, his pale.eyes glinting in the faint light of the lamps.

"Is this...uhm...like the, uhm, couple from before?" He stammered, his face red now.

"If you want to" you answer lightly, hearing him pant. What a strange man, you were used to charming noble men who talked all the time and said nothing, he talked little and told you so much.

He looked like he was about to panic, but he pressed a hot kiss to your lips nonetheless. Even his lips where rough, it was part of his charm. You laid your arms around his neck and kissed him back, inviting his tongue into your mouth. He was inexperienced, but passionate. He drew you onto his lap and devoured your mouth like a starving man. He panted and grunted as his hands were gliding of your body aimlessly.

You could fully straddle his lap and he still had to bend down to kiss you - and he still aimed lower, kissing a trail to your jaw and down your neck. You could already feel his erection through his pants as he bucked his hips against you.

Button by button, you opened his shirt to reveal that chest you already saw in the papers. His skin was white like marble, making him look like a statue in the pale light.

You would have loved to savour him more, but an encounter in the garden had to be quick, or the next couple came around the corner. You opened his pants, unable to see him clearly in the darkness.

He was panting and growling unintelligible things when he pulled his pants down and began fingering you under your skirts.

"No time" you whispered in his ear as you already guided his cock inside you. Maybe you should have studied him more closely before - the sudden stretch of his sheer size made you gasp in surprise. He moaned loudly, a little too loud for your taste, and you put your mouth on his to stifle his uncontrollable moans while you began moving up and down.

His eyes looked like he was in sweetest agony while his chest rumbled with his deep voice.

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You were almost caught by some other guests strolling past, but both of you were so eager you were cuming almost immediately. Disheveled and breathless you stumbled away from the onlookers to sort yourselves out and not let anything on.

Smoker

He couldn't believe what had just happened. In the course of a single evening he found the perfect woman and made love to her - two things he thought would never happen. Her body was so soft and sweet, he felt like a feral beast when he couldn't hold back anymore. There was not enough time for anything in that moment, his head still spun and he was unable to speak as he watched her smooth her hair and set her dress right again. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, but the words weren't there. She was too good for him, anyway. She was charming and eloquent, beautiful and noble, while he was little more than a dog in human form.

He stumbled through the rest of the evening in a haze of desire and denial, not knowing what to feel or do. They stayed silently together, leaning against each other, until people started to leave, among them her father and siblings who than called her to go home with them.

"I...thank you for tonight" he managed to say. "You should get back to your life" he repeated her words from earlier this evening. His heart almost burst as she whispered: "I have to thank you, Smoker. If you are in the area, come visit me sometime."

He felt her slip something the pocket of his suit before she vanished. He stood there, lost, not wanting this evening to end.

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Just a day later smoker was back with the G-5, back in his usual attire and already whipping the idiots back into shape. He still couldn't fathom that he had felt impossible bliss as he was making love with a real princess. Only the note he kept in his pocket was telling him it had been real. A little piece of paper with her name on it. It smelled like her perfume and was drawn in the direction she was. She has invited him to find her - and he was still debating whether he was even worth it.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #smoker x y/n #smoker x you #smoker x reader #op smoker #odp follower event

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cyborg-franky · 3 days

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Sorry, I needed to collect my thoughts and get some sleep. Anywho -- Fallout/OP au. I'm mixing show and video game lore here, but thoughts:

- Devil fruits are the result of a botched vault experiment that got out into the Wasteland

- Celestial Dragons/World Government are the Enclave, Marines are obviously the Brotherhood.

- I think raiders would be the stand-in for pirates, and I get an absolute kick out of Luffy saying to poor unsuspecting wastelanders, "We're raiders!" Then being confused when they shoot first and ask later.

-Brook is of course a ghoul.

- Most of the crew is from settlements, but I think Robin would come from one of the Vaults, potentially Sanji too, originally at least.

That's all I've got for now, sorry if it's a bit lackluster 😅, but please feel free to add on!

*slams my hands on the table*

Yes, to alllll of this.

Imagine if chars who died in op are now ghouls in this cross-over? cowboy ghoul Ace for example. I think certain 'crews' would also work as factions like 'Gunners' etc [I don't remember all my video game lore, it's been many, maaaany years.. groups.. settlements, I think you get what I mean] It would be funny if Buggy was a thrown out overseer and just managed to keep getting a huge following until he took over half the wastelands. If DF are botched vault experiment's does that mean the OG lot came from vaults, married/had kids with wastelanders and powers got passed down? or are the fruits themselves made in the vault and they all get out and people would find them like natual? Some zoan's could be like, deathclaws or more of the fallout world monsters/beasts. SMILEY AS A GOBBLER it works perfect.

Yonko could have like sections of the wasteland that they kinda run and every vault that pops up in their area is 'theirs' Doffy and his stringclones can be the Gary vault.

I'm digging this.

#fallout x one piece #one piece x fallout #one piece crossover fallout #one piece #one piece fallout au #frankys bs

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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hiiii i love ur works so much! it is sooo difficult to find good zoro fic writers here on tumblr. if it's fine, i really want to see u write an angsty jealousy fic inspired by zoro and tashigi's massive amount of scenes in punk hazard 😭 smth like the reader seeing zoro refuse to put tashigi down, seeing him get friendly and praise her despite having a "relationship" with the reader and bc its too much for her and sanji seems to be the only one unhappy abt zoro being so close to tashigi, she ended up depending on him and zoro gets jealous too but he cant verbalize his feelings and he doesnt know what he did wrong so they kinda fight then SOMETHING LIKE THAT OMF I SUCK AT DESCRIBING BUT PLEEEAAAASEEE IF ITS OKAY I LITERALLY BREATHE AND LIVE FOR U FICS 😭

omg thank you, i'm glad you like them!! also i love angst so i had fun writing this <3

1.3k words, fem reader, sfw-ish (a little suggestive but nothing wild), lots of angst bc i love it, zoro is dumb, sanji is just trying to help

you know, you know, you fucking know. there’s no need to worry, to let insecurities and negativity fester into something wholly unrecognizable, but it’s hard. too hard, in fact. if you were the sort to give up easily, this wouldn’t be much of a problem — but you’re not. you’re stubborn to a fault, a trait that zoro both admires and dislikes, and don’t see things clearly until you cool off. not necessarily a hot head, you’re more of a passionate person whose imagination gets the best of them when left alone for too long.

on one such occasion, you remind yourself that it’s not what you think, that your mind is being unkind to you again, that the situation is stressful enough that it’s making you unreasonable. but in the pit of your stomach, your fear gets the best of you; it makes you irritable, severe, and possibly a little impulsive. if the situation wasn’t so perilous, you wouldn’t even entertain the idea with working side-by-side with marines, but since luffy doesn’t have a problem, you suppose you shouldn’t either.

but you do. you really fucking do. and why? because of a clumsy, absolutely useless swordswoman who also happens to be a captain. you scoff at that, the navy’s standards are truly declining as the years go on. and there she goes, proving her uselessness by not being able to walk on her own two feet. if you were in a better mood, you would admire zoro’s initiative, his chivalry; but you’re not, so you don’t — nor do you feel you should; tashigi is a marine, after all. a poor excuse for a marine, but a marine nonetheless.

you watch the two of them for so long, you almost forget that you’re also trying to evacuate with the others; you curse at yourself, at your silliness, at your weak-willed heart, and at zoro’s inability to read your mind. because he’s not quite adept at properly expressing himself, especially as it relates to his feelings for you, you constantly wonder. and while he more or less does demonstrate that affection through his actions, you still feel your blood boil at the sight of him being so gentle with her. a bile shoots to the back of your throat, but you refuse to let him — or anyone else, for that matter — see how affected you are.

so, you keep moving; keep fighting to prevent yourself from thinking about him — with her — besides, there are children to save.

one of the unique attributes of your crew, is that you’re all more or less on a similar wavelength, so when one person’s off, it’s noticeable. no matter how hard you try to keep it hidden, sanji sees right through you. as one of your closer friends, it’s almost impossible for him to not do that. you appreciate his candor after he saves you from a stray bullet, his hands gripping your shoulders as he shakes you repeatedly.

you’re aware that you need to be more focused, you know that one wrong move can not only lead to your downfall, but can also lead to the others being affected even more. you refuse to be that sort of burden on your crew mates. you frown, feeling a little foolish, shame making it nearly impossible to look zoro’s way. sensing your emotional distress, sanji sighs softly and puts out his cigarette. when he pulls you in for a hug, you let out a shaky breath, a few tears sliding down your flushed cheeks, lips pressed firmly together as you refuse to let your feelings overwhelm you.

once zoro was absolutely certain that tashigi wouldn’t fall over again, he looks for you. he saw how you watched him earlier, saw the way you refrained from yanking tashigi out of his arms, saw the way you retreated within yourself and doing that thing you like to do when you’re scared: shut him out.

not that he can talk, he’s quite the hypocrite in that regard.

if anyone else were hugging you, he’d be fine; but it isn’t just anyone else, now, is it? no, certainly not. confusion tinged with annoyance pushes him to pull sanji off of you roughly. startled by zoro’s sudden appearance, you watch, silent shock etched onto your face, as he mouths off at the cook. sanji eyes him critically and reminds zoro that he had his hands all over tashigi — the accusation is what makes zoro shove the other man out of his way.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about, so shut it,” he says gruffly, large hand wrapped around your bicep and tugging you along with him — to go somewhere, to not be in that shitty cook’s presence.

“zoro, wait, damn it,” you pinch his arm, which isn’t enough to stop him, but he does slow down.

dark brow twitching, the corners of his mouth turn downwards, “what?”

you almost laugh at that, but refrain. he is so incredibly…thick-headed. which you tell him from time to time and you decide that this is the perfect moment to remind him of that. for some reason, those words set him off; you have so many rules and stipulations, that he can’t keep up with them all. in the midst of the argument, where you’ve finally reached the point of no return, you mention, blithely, that tashigi seemed fine once everything was over. your arms are crossed against your chest, your mouth pursed as you wait for whatever excuse he’s going to concoct — even though you know he’s an honest person through and through.

your words floor him; he barely tolerates the sight of tashigi, let alone finding enjoyment for touching her for that long? you must have lost your mind. that’s the only conclusion he’s come to.

“what the hell would i see in her anyway? she’s so damn annoying, i can’t stand her.” and while you should accept his words as truth, you can’t; you can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

“don’t lie to me, i know what i saw.”

it’s childish, you know that; you know that you should let up, that you should listen to him and keep your mouth shut, but your body is on fire, you have to get that energy out somehow.

because you’re being impossibly you right now, all zoro can do is close his eye, inhale deeply through his nose, and remind himself that he needs to stay calm somehow. your mind berates you as you chew on your bottom lip, waiting for him to say something; the longer you sit with those words, the worse you feel. you shouldn’t have said them. you know he’s telling the truth, but it’s too late, you’re unable to take it back.

you have to see it through, now, no matter how complicated things get afterward.

before you’re able to verbalize that, before you’re able to just ask him for a chance to sort of pause, he opens his eye, an unreadable look briefly crossing his face before he grabs the back of your neck to hold you still.

“how many damn times,” he says while leaning forward, lips brushing against yours, leaving behind a bruising kiss, one that makes you look at him wildly. “do i need to say it?” you know what he’s referring to, but since you’re feeling difficult, you just kiss him again. not wanting to hear about it or speak about it anymore. your kisses are hard and messy, but it suits you — suits the situation you’ve found yourself in.

you know this isn’t exactly the best place for this sort of behavior, but whenever you’re around him, you don’t quite think as logically as you should. it’s another trait of yours that he admires and is actively annoyed by, although if anyone were to ask your opinion, you’ll say that he’s never been annoyed by it at all. that he covertly likes it and can’t bring himself to admit it. it’s the only thing that makes sense to you.

#thank u for being so patient omg #₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ i need to write more consistently #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #fic request #zoro angst #one piece angst

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anna-neko · 10 months

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cannot stop thinking about a few things from last few eps.... this been marinating in there all night

Intent is a funny thing, ya know? The collar may say "blast those fools except Scary" but clearly Mr Stampler meant the order as "kill those meddling little boys" *cough* that panicked "don't let me kill you...."*cough* fuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Willy doesn't know Scary had a very traumatic experience earlier and has been disassociating as Terri for a bit. He doesn't know (weeeeeell, perhaps suspects. He never was too too trusting to begin with) that while she was separated from him for a few days, his control on her has weakened a touch. If she was so easily willing to murder the others at Rebecca's house just a few days ago, surely she won't mind it right now. Of course he is nice at first contact, keeping up the friendly charade as long as it suits him

but.... still.... guns. The kid-dads are on Earth with guns. The second Terry jr sees them float in he starts SHOOTING A GUN Not cast something. Not wait for them to land, get close to lead Scary away and oooh noes, the boys have been sniped by a mysterious assassin while offscreen! ...etc etc etc No, he shoots on sight. Willy absolutely set up the pieces in such a way that he gets what he wants & she wouldn't know ~ have no reason to suspect ~ she been played

Couldn't just write plainly "murder anyone w/ her" on those collars, not when there was a chance she may get close enuff to read it. noooope. "blast" or "stop all of them" could mean anything, plausible deniability y0! Scary needs to clearly see the weapons in this scenario, watch her [former?] team-mates be shot by those she knows. Bonus points if by stepdad - person she dislikes the most. But any of the kid-dads landing the final blow leads to exact same results.

She will end up alone.

Alone & isolated from her peers, toxic angst swelling inside by the second, zero doubts of Willy being her one and only true friend

but also - speaking of guns None of us question the sniper is Grant. Oh, we absolutely claw at the walls and wail in despair as it happens, but .... its fitting, isn't it? Poor lil Grant Wilson, the broken kiddo who was very much into shooter games. Of course he'd be the one to pull the trigger ("I'm up bad and broken, and wrong, and villain person. And it's important to me that you... I can't pass that on to you, okay? You can't be anything like me. So you gotta promise, don't ever kill anybody. Ever")

but hang on.... ALL the kid-dads have guns at this time. And why not Lark, who clearly is just as much about the guns. He was only giving one to his nephew literally at start of ep1! oooh right.. Lark comes prepackaged with Sparrow and the lvl of bitter betrayal at having him be the shooter just isn't the same . He already unleashed literal End of the World himself, the element of surprise won't work twice Terry jr could only fall by Grant's bullet.

______________ and while am spreading psychic damage out here - pray Scary herself never figures out she is partially responsible for that "kill" order How you may ask? weeeeeeeell *steeples fingers* think back a few eps and lets add up a few facts, shall we? Willy has been manipulating Scary for a while now, but he never actively tried to kill the others (even after separating them RE: Tony Pepperoni incident) Taylor's beheading was carefully done. Intensely shocking & upsetting, but non-lethal. Ever wonder why?

Sure, a group would have an easier time at getting all the anchors, but she's been more powerful than them for quite a while now; it is no longer as dangerous for her to go out there alone. But he didn't outright murder them..... because home & Earth dimensions hopping!!

the "amigara falls" door needed all 4 teens ~ alive and well as it were ~ to be able to travel between Earth & Forgotten Realms! Recall how furious he was with her when she sent that selfie of having "killed" them (you're fucking stupid for killing them because now we have to find another way into Faerune or Earth, I guess)

But now all anchors are taken care of, she has so conveniently just appeared right next to his other "travel keys" (collared kid-dads).... nobody else is as useful as this pathetic lil goth girl who's been dutifully accumulating power (for him to later suck outta her like a gusher, and throw away the empty shell)

./.....this has been a 6am brainrot......

#dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies #terry jr #willy stampler #scary marlowe #hyperfixation my beloved #no braincells just podcasts #just fandom things #maybe just a bit of a ramble

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gildedmuse · 1 year

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(Shout out to @jhaernyl for helping me write this!)

I've been half working on some writing prompts from this book while in bed. And when I got this one:

My immediate reaction was, "I don't know PRECISELY what went down but I can tell you, it's Law's worst ever day working on Sora: Warrior Of The Sea!"

So a crew meeting has been called. It's not the first time Shanks has decided to turn a simple set announcement into a whole ordeal - no one has ever accused their ginger haired show runner of lacking a sense of theatrics - and no one is expecting it to be any bigger of a deal than the last time he'd gathered everyone for one of his big proclamations, and that turned out to be about the company changing caterers.

It's not until everyone sees the gloomy, serious look on their other executive producer's face that some of the chatting turns to more worried whispers. True, it would be far MORE worrying if Mihawk didn't look overly serious and vaguely bored, but most of them had become experts at reading his expression and this one was pointedly less bored than usual. Which is rarely a good sign.

Shanks: Now, no need for everyone to get all serious on him! Shanks wanted to be the one to tell everyone the great news! You know how they've been really struggling to nail down the new Marine Admiral who is so central to this next arch? Well, Shanks has found the perfect solution!

Franky: Oye, you finally cast Admiral Tartaglia! That's 🌟SUPER🌟!

Shanks: Hey now, you're going to watch to hold some of that excitement back! Because the casting!? It's far more SUPER than you're prepared for Franky! Get ready to have your mind blown!

Crew: *Carefully steps away from Franky, just in case. Well expect-*

Luffy: *Stays hanging over Franky's shoulders to get a good view, vibrating in excitement.*

Robin: *Also remains next to Franky, giggling into her hand at the crew and Shanks and just all this in general.*

Shanks: It's an multi talented, award winning actor (who also just so happens to be Shank's own beloved husband 💕):

✨Buggy D. Clown!✨

And everyone just sort of tenses up, even as the confetti cannons go off and Buggy's own little troupe of personal assistance rolls out the red carpet for his entrance.

Zoro: What? What's wrong? Why is everyone being stupid all the sudden?

(Zoro might not get all social cues but he can tell when people are purposeful avoiding eye contact.)

Ace: *Still cracking up too hard to speak*

Zoro: *punch in the arm* Stop being an idiot, tell me what's going on.

Ace: It's just - it's so amazing.

Ace: *Not. Over. Laughing* This is going to be a disaster.

Zoro: Eeh? *Cocking his head, watching as a man pedals his way out of a unicycle, holding one end of a banner proclaiming Buggy's interest while a llama - dressed as an elephant mind you - chews at the other corner, unbothered by the theatrics going on all around.* I still don't get it. What's this circus guy doing here?

Ace: *endless amused*

And while Shanks is smiling and clapping for Buggy's entrance and everyone else is either awkwardly clapping along or trying to avoid eye contact, somewhere to the side of the room is one of their writers.

Law: *BSoD*

Everyone knows Buggy is going to cost a fortune but be stingy about everyone else getting anything, wanting to compare salaries, squawking over his treatment as their Newest Best Ever Star, etc. etc.

And Shanks, their supposedly fearless leader, the one they all look to when things seem hopeless and people feel as though the shoot will never get back on track, will just laugh it off and go with it.

Shanks: Why all the worried faces! Buggy is great! Sure, he can be a little dramatic but he's an actor, it's par for the course!

Law's scripts.

Law's poor, amazing, very, VERY particular scipts.

Law's scripts. That should NOT be changed under any circumstances once so ever or else the entirety of Sora canon will be at risk!!!!

The... the story's integrity it's...

Robin: It's so sweet seeing two people who work in this business still so affection with one another, isn't it, Law-kun?

Law: *still in shock* Love is ruining everything.

Mihawk is going to be winning points with Law by being the guard dog of the scripts (and who thought Law would be depending on the one Northerner that seems not to care about Sora and the one who seems to care a little TOO much about Zoro-ya, don't think he hasn't noticed, Hawk-ya!) Not so much to impress Law but because Mihawk has a list of all the shows Buggy has tanked after getting on them.

And he will go through it, every time Buggy starts to argue he knows better about scripts. His work is extremely well cited. He also has all the interviews with people who swore to never work with Buggy again, because he's such a difficult actor.

And yet, so popular with audiences!

(Which Shanks is only too happy to bring up every time it seems the crew is getting a little too close to an all out revolt. At least it keeps Buggy happy enough that he'll usually back down in whatever minor thing he's decided to turn into an all out war with Mihawk.)

Mihawk: Be that as it may, I'd much prefer to maintain a crew that will continue working with them after Buggy leaves, since he's only cast for half a season. *(Mihawk wouldn't agree to a longer constract.)*

Shanks: *Not giving up on this since everyone else can't seem to see the endless upside?* Truly, one of the most devoted fanbases you will meet!

Buggy: *Happily waving to his new crew, all beloved fans he's sure as his troupe quickly works to seep the confetti they'd fired to announce his arrival* It's true, it's true! He can hardly help it, being one of the most celebrated actors of his day! If only not for all the production problems that he seems cursed to endure!

(ie: that he directly causes)

Mihawk: That you directly cause.

Mihawk: I have been on those sets, I have the backstage videos, Buggy.

Mihawk: Do not tempt me.

Law doesn't even like their executive producer that much for reasons that are entirely his own and don't interfere with their work so are of no real concern (but seriously, the man is neither an actor nor a stuntman nor the director! Give Law one excuse for the way he is constantly finding reasons to put his hands all over Zoro-ya when he's practicing his swordsmanship! The mere fact that he happens to be world Kendo league champion for five years running is NOT a good enough reason!) But the way the man has been protecting his scripts lately cold thaw even a Northern heart.

Mihawk: They are not changing their award-winning scripts and that's final!

Law: *swoons slightly before catching himself*

Law: Does Hawk-ya seem more interested and less apathetic about the project than he usually projects?

Mihawk: *walking off all serious and mature and not at all muttering curses about that annoying clown under his breath*

Robin: I suppose it depends on where you think Hawk-san's interest lies, Law-kun.

Later, Buggy's troupe will be busy trying to pull off some stunt work - according to his contact while Buggy doesn't do any of his own stunt work his personal and private troupe has full power of his stunts - until it's all just too pathetic to witness. Zoro just wants to get his stupid scene over with okay?

Zoro: Tch, that's what you call sword work? *Grabbing the sword from the shock man's hand, who can only stand there, eyes wide. No one had ever dated before!* Stop embarrassing yourselves and get out of the way!

And he doesn't care about the protests OR the shocked gasps from the crowd because Zoro has absolutely no fucks to give for that sort of weak ass kendo.

Zoro: Why should he care if everyone is staring or if the guy with the big red nose gets all pissy? He's always angry anyway, how is that Zoro's fault!? And did you see those idiots? He couldn't stand it one second longer!

Law's poor heart.

Robin giggling so hard that Shachi has to nudge her. Hey, the sound equipment is right here.

Zoro easily showing up Buggy's swordsman, not that it was all that difficult.

Zoro: You call that sword work? What kind of hack are you?

Oh, and of course he does the whole scene shirtless, because he was mid-work out on the sidelines as he waited for them to finish. Which turns out to be a sort of saving grace, since if he'd been in costume all the footage would have been unusable. Instead, it's all amazing quality footage of Zoro, sword out, gleaming with sweat.

Law's poor heart.

It takes some serious elbow prodding from Robin before Law realizes he's staring

Law: Because -!! You know -!!!

Law: He's so happy the scene turned out well and all!!

Robin: It doesn't hurt that our stuntman-san is particularly forgetful when it comes to things like shirts, does it! Law: *blushing* I hadn't noticed. Ace: *loudly, from the back* Really? The rest of us did!

.... Law hates his coworkers. He really does...

Ace was never shy in showing Zoro, or any other coworker, how much they were appreciated.

Or as Law would say... "Inappropriate, and he's lucky it was a closed set with no one around. Imagine the stories if pictures got out. As if worrying about Clown-ya isn't putting them all under enough stress!"

At least that is a short clip of the 20 minute rant he subjected Mihawk to.

Mihawk: Trafalgar realizes that Mihawk is neither H nor PR, right?

Law: Obviously! But Hawk-ya is an executive producer, surely he can do something about this pattern of behavior!

Law: .... Also, HR has requested he file less complaints. And PR has reported him to HR due to an "excessive focus on details to the determinate of our department's mental health."

Law: Or something to that effect. Point is, as the executive producer, Hawk-ya MUST have the power to do SOMETHING.

Mihawk: Could Law work Daichi's presence in that scene?

Mihawk: The fans of the show will rip the stuntwork of Buggy's stuntman apart, and as much as Mihawk would personally enjoy that, he wouldn't like the effect it would have on their reputation as a show.

Mihawk: Roronoa has spoiled their audience for actually accurate sword fights.

Law: What? No, that -that was am- f-fine. Zo-Roronoa-ya did excellent stunt work - certainly gave them more usable content then that other green hair one - they can probably just cut around it in an manner that, well, it's not like Roronoa-ya would be uncomfortable if they showed-

Law: No, wait, this is off topic!

Law: He meant PORTGAS-YA! Portgas-ya's behavior was just so unprofessional!

Law: It made the entire crew uncomfortable! Just look! *Waves down to the floor!*

Luffy: *Laughing at his brother and bestie getting along, joking Ace in piling on Zoro, hanging off the both of them*

Robin: *openly taking photos prior to Luffy's presence, at which point she lowers her phone and just smiles at the show*

Crew: *gives no fucks, goes about working*

(Well, Sanji did protest but like they can't stop work qevery time Sanji complains about two guys "upsetting the more delicate actresses and female crew members around!" Just because he's so obvious got issues. So not really bothering to mention.)

(It's pretty much only Law who is in anyway upset but only because he cares so much .... About the show.)

Zoro actually does approaching Law later in order to apologize for "jumping into the shot".

Zoro: He knows how Torao gets about his scripts, and he should have just let them do their work, but it was taking forever, and watching them was starting to grate on his nerves.

Zoro: But he'll try and keep out of it next time, for Torao's sake. (Even if it IS painful to watch and makes Zoro want to stab something....)

Law: You know actually, I know I may have ... Dismissed Zoro-ya's acting a few times when he was first... But his stunt work is really.... And anyway, he did really, really great and ... Well, um he could probably work with the camera crew and direct next time just to.... But honestly he was just so.... Really helped save Law's script so - err.... And okay thank you! *Hurries away; what the hell did he just say and why!?!?*

Zoro: *feels strangely warm even though that was...*

Ikkaku: Boss, just wanted to check with you on something.

Law: *still blushing, not once looking back as he high tails it back to the shadows* Hmm hmm? Yeah? Uh, what is it? A lighting problem?

Ikkaku: No, no.

Ikkaku: Just wanted to make sure you knew how much of a human disaster you just were.

Her criticism is noted.

#there was more this was just getting a little long #don't know if anyone even remembers this au #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #amusing musings #sora: warrior of the sea #one piece au #shanks x buggy #buggy d actor #one piece buggy #dracule mihawk #nico robin #monkey d. luffy #the zolaw au nobody asked for #writing prompts

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stark's mind notes part 7, e31-33, -1, and stark's mind 2 chapter 1. those last two aren't crucial to the plot and sm2e1 is noncanon, I believe, but they're fascinating regardless. the series is functionally in a hiatus at the moment, so this is all there is.

e31

sounds far more calm now. off to the lambda labs!

his tram has locked into the fastest setting! He has to jump off of it! Inertia! Fuck!

honestly I do think he ends up the most hurt from his own accidents than being attacked

tries to gripe for a second and gets shot at

admits that though he's not the paragon of virtue, morality, so on, the military is Still Worse. Score one point for self esteem??

confused about how the tram broke open a blast door, then shakes it off claiming he's wasting time

he says he can't shoot at shoddy and decrepit infrastructure and that makes it more dangerous than the things actively trying to kill him. OSHA inspector Stark when

having a rough time staying afloat

underwater mumbling

glad he didn't fall into the water from too high up. Surface tension and all that

a physics puzzle! Yippee!

confused about how a marine can die to a headcrab zombie

continues to be mad at poor construction and poorly maintained infrastructure

gets water in his mouth on accident

very thankful that none of the aliens are aquatic...

sprinklers! But yeah that and the water in the silo probably washed the blood off!

spots. The ICTHYOSAUR

thinks grenades will have killed the icthyosaur. Confusing that they don't tbh considering what being underwater near an explosion does to you

e32

deep breath. sigh.

so confused about the room layout of the icthyosaur encounter

claims he's been conditioned to kill every dangerous alien in his path. Relieved he doesn't have to kill this one

almost slips into the water! This shakes him badly

collapsed hallway > the fucking pool

"if there is a god, this door will lead to the lambda labs! I hear beeping and booping!"

a week. Stark doesn't comment on the timeline here.

stark does NOT want to talk to this pushy guy who's trying to get him to kill the icthyosaur

so so so beleaguered by this asshole scientist. Very quiet to him.

ignores the shark cage in favour of shooting into the water. Admits it isn't working

finds this while detour stupid

visibly struggling for air while turning the valve

seems to be shaking a bit for a while there! The water drains out of his suit when he stands up

wants seafood now! Get him some shrimp

likes the scope on the crossbow

likes that being able to see things at a distance with the scope affords him some safety

when you can teleport, everything's an ambush!

enjoys peeking around with the scope

climbs a grate! Poorly!

Colleague.

it's 2:34! PM? AM? Hell if i know

e33

spaced out for a minute there! My word he's exhausted

you know I think he'd have pieced together this puzzle easily a day or two ago. Hasn't eaten has barely slept...

yeah! Right there! Admits he missed something earlier! He's slowing down!

wonders if he'll be able to catch up to the man he saw

ignores the puzzle and stacks boxes

bangs his head on some metal

"the electricity won't kill me, it just hurts" man this'll give you brain damage, pal

agrees heartily to being called Gordon Freeman

cooooooold

shivering terribly. Has never been this cold in his life

goes and huddles by some warm pipes until everything clears up

still pissy about the icthyosaur

Stark's compliment of choice for the aliens is "sneaky"

alas that guard there is probably not Arlen

20 FOOT VERTICAL JUMP

handles the black ops pretty well!

considers the skintight bodysuits very impractical for combat

it's morning. It was 2:34 not too long ago. Wanna bet that little space out was him being asleep on his feet for a bit?

pretty sure he's doing very well right now. Nothing has stopped him so far. Nothing will! He's in complete control of his situation!

came back to the facility because of a promise

surface access is not his ideal direction right now

makes a dark joke, considers it may be too far, then figures he's allowed

hears the ambush, kind of gasps, shoots around, gets hit over the head, and hits the ground with a whimper

the voices of the HECU dragging him are much harder to make out than in Half Life. Stark is silent.

e-1

new titlecard! Neater hair. shorter.

on a coffee break! Likes the taste.

was manually delivering paperwork to Management

on his way, was mistaken for Freeman five times

and now a sixth. Politely corrects the man.

works with Freeman! Seems to think he doesn't like Stark

waits around watching the monitors for a tram schedule for a while

Kleiner has lectured him on tardiness before

makes a little ditty about walking around

so happy some random guy didn't call him Freeman!

responds to What's Up with The Ceiling

has been working at the company since he was 19, before Freeman was hired on

pretty sure the Freeman thing rn is a prank

picks Felix and Ramirez as a good example of someone who'd prank him

wonders how Ramirez would convince people to join in on the prank

he and Ramirez have had some manner of prank war going on for a while now

Stark managed to convince maintenance to swap the orange soda in the vending machines for lemon lime, which many were unhappy about

the racquetball incident saved Stark from being fired over the Soda Swap

hasn't heard from Ramirez in weeks due to some... Research project he's on...

Ramirez doesnt have to witness his prank to be happy about it

sees an exploded printer and compliments maintenance nearby for their work

knows a janitor! Marty! Considers helping him clean up a puddle if he weren't so late.

leaps a spilled puddle. Proud of his jump. Most physical activity he's done in a while

hazard course training next week!

considers shaving his goatee

sm2e1

fancy slow title screen. No card.

however ending up in the train worked, it is unpleasant.

oh yeah man's just whispering the whole time

does get a bit louder to protect someone

tells some combine (Barney) "You don't know who you're dealing with."

prepares to attack the combine

doesnt object at all to Barney calling him Freeman

only slightly objects to Kleiner

just. Deeply confused.

knows who Alyx is

exasperated at the combine, at Barney urging him along and offering no explanations

claims it's good to be back.

claims this is Black Mesa all over again, in the map department

throws away the can

figures out they're being watched pretty quickly

knows what Xen is called!

finds the Citadel imposing

talks about the man in the suit

a bit shocked at the sight of a strider but pushes past it

thinks Gman may have brought him back to Earth to mock him

realizes he hasn't seen any kids.

insults someone who doesn't fight his impending doom

a lot better at keeping calm under pressure than we're used to seeing him

#stark's mind #vincent stark #mindverse #rmanotes #ramirez stark's mind #uh #ramirez's mind #???#he does not have a series but i hear this is how individuals in mind series are tagged regardless #at any rate i love ramirez.

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earlgraytay · 2 years

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you should not advocate for any political violence that you would not be willing to do with your own fucking hands

you should not advocate for any political violence that you would not be willing to take on all consequences of, both to yourself and the people around you

even as a joke

even as a meme

even as an expression of your disgust at Capitalist Hell

because sure. to you it might just be a joke or an expression of frustration. you may be intellectually okay with killing certain people, but are being held back by the consequences that'd result from their deaths.

but to the teenager who's marinating in emotions they can't handle, or the guy who thinks God is talking to him through random internet posts, or the person who's suicidal and is looking for an altar to martyr themself on?

your jokes and memes stop looking like jokes and memes and start looking like good ideas

stochastic terrorism never stopped being a thing. making an atmosphere where it's okay to talk about killing or maiming or hurting means that, inevitably, someone will try to hurt or maim or kill. the right wing does it all the fucking time, and it has a fucking body count

if you are not personally willing to pick up a gun and go down the list of 100 CEOs and shoot them yourself- if you're unwilling for any reason- you should not publically joke about doing it

because the blood of whatever poor sucker decides they ought to do it will be on your hands

#general malarkey #internet malarkey #injustice #violence #death #stochastic terrorism #politics #us politics #all the trigger warnings all of them #the earl speaks #the earl has an opinion #...#the earl also has a migraine

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callofthxvoid · 2 months

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Please welcome LEILA WILLIAMS (SHE/HER) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 38-year-old VISITOR who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as an OFFICER AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE. Poor unfortunate soul. We'll see if they survive.

quick facts

Title: The Protector

Name: Leila Bianca Williams

Nickname: Lulu (only if you're family)

Date of Birth: December 31, 1985

Age: 38

Place of Birth: Los Angeles, California

Hometown: Westmont, California

Languages: English

Faceclaim: Candice Patton

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single

personality

Myers-Briggs: ENFP - The Campaigner

Enneagram: Type One - The Reformer (1w2)

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Occupation: Officer at the Sheriff's Office

Role: Hunter

[+] responsible, practical, organised, honest [-] critical, severe, stubborn, workaholic

Character Inspirations: Dana Scully (The X-Files), Renee Montoya (DC), Kate Beckett (Castle), Chloe Decker (Lucifer), Ria Torres (Lie To Me)

background

TW: Death

Leila Williams grew up in a poor but very loving family. Her parents, in spite of their personal struggles and the responsibility that had to be thrust onto her as the eldest child, were nevertheless always very supportive of her ambitions. She worked hard, did well in school, and was eventually awarded a full ride scholarship to study pre-law.

She was thriving in college, and things seemed to finally be looking up, until halfway through her second year she received the news that her little brother had been killed in a drive-by shooting. He hadn't even been the target, only an innocent bystander struck by a stray bullet, but the killer was never caught or brought to justice. Although she did her best to carry on, Leila ended up dropping out of college and enrolling in the police academy instead, and it was during her time there that she met Tricky Gallagher.

He was a Marine fresh off his first tour, and while she had never intended on starting a long-term relationship with anyone at that age, there was something about them that simply clicked. It didn't always work, and their relationship was almost as tumultuous as their professional lives, but every time they broke things off, she always found a reason to try again. When he decided to come back for good, she was hopeful enough that things might finally stabilise between them that she agreed to relocate with him and his little brother Addison, whom she had grown very close to over the years.

Unsurprisingly, Huntsville was not the fresh start that she had hoped it would be. Not only was it a hell town straight out of a horror movie, but the problems they'd had for years didn't go away just because they moved to a new place—if anything, they only seemed to get worse. At times, Leila felt like she was carrying the weight of their whole family and it didn't take long for it to start wearing her down. She loved Tricky, but she resented having to watch him keep self-destructing, and yet even as the feelings she'd once felt faded, they simply had too much history for her to bring herself to leave.

Things finally came to a permanent end five months ago when he cheated on her and they both reached their breaking point. She was hurt, and it was a devastating way to end a relationship she had been in for more or less half her life, but she knows in her heart that breaking up was for the best. She's ready to move on, but then again, who has the time? She is far too busy with work and her many other responsibilities.

#bio: leila #huntsvilleintro

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ohlookanothercartoontofallinto · 2 years

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@imprisioned-in-the-hole in the tags of the prince and the pauper au raised me Link in the Swan Lake, which I turned around and said. challenge accepted. Give me any characters I know and love and I will make a functional au with them.

I did decide to go with Zelda as the main lead in this one though.

Once upon a time in a kingdom far away there lived a baker, Gaepora, and his two beautiful daughters. The fearless and outgoing Artemis, and the shy and more timid Sun. One day while Sun was hard at work, a purple bunny made the town stir. With everyone trying to capture it. Sun did not, she only watched. Seeing the poor thing get tangled up in ropes. She followed it into the deep woods. Through a cave and out into a magical grove with a lake. The poor bunny was now trapped in some brighers. She approached it carefully attempting to calm him. Then the animal spoke. He very quickly informed her his name was Ravio, and asked if she would be so kind as to help him. Sun agreed quickly, finding a crystal in the stone wall to cut him free.

Dazzling the onlookers, The Fierce Deity, King of the fairies and ruler of the enchanted forest. By his side was a Fairy, Otter, two wooden children, and a Seagull. Navi, Tetra, Fado, Saria, and Marin were their names. The king approached the young woman explaining how she is now the savior of the forest because she pulled the stone. Deities' evil cousin Majora and his (Something) Veran, have been slowly taking over the forest, and draining the king's magic. However now that Sun is here she can save them all. Sun is apprehensive and explains she’s no hero. She can not do as the Deity wishes. He understands and commands Ravio and Tetra to take her safely back to the village.

However, Majora appears, and threatens Sun, deciding it would be funny to toy with the girl. Turning her into a White and Pink loftwing. Which backfires on the Evil fairy seeing as she is now twice his size. Sun does the rathenal thing and pecks him. Because of the curse, Sun is now forced to reside in the enchanted forest, and be the holder of the crystal. As loftwing by day, and a human by night.

Now that we have the basic premise down I can write a bit weirder now.

Switch over to the castle, where the king and queen and their 8 sons live. The oldest, Prince Sky, is playing with his youngest brother Wind, who he promised to take hunting. Unfortunately Sky has to break his promise because of a royal ball that will be taking place in 3 months. Everyone expects the heir to the throne to choose his bride during the dance and it is stressing the prince out. Prince Wind decides to go hunting alone. Being led into the enchanted forest by Majora, in hopes that he will shoot Sun. Wind, believe it or not, is not a good hunter and Sun just walks up behind him, curious.

"AAHH Giant big BIRD! But dang you are really pretty!” ''Oh um thank you." "AH GIANT TALKING BIG BIRD!" "Not the brightest are you?" "AH TALKING OTTER!" Which is the start to a beautiful friendship.

Wind starts visiting the enchanted kingdom from evening to midnight on a fairly regular basis.

Causing Sky to grow more and more upset. Because he feels his younger brother is dodging him on purpose. Rational assuming, "He's mad at me for not taking him hunting that day and now he’s pulling away from his oldest big brother, who he once loved!" "Sky stop being dramatic, he's probably just doing something he doesn't want anyone to know about." “Oh right he’s a teen now and they like their secrets…Well, I guess I’m following him now!” “Sky, no”

He does it anyway. Finding it quite strange that his little brother is going into unknown woods by himself. Not concerning at all. Him casually walking towards a giant bird creature that looks legendary. Now that’s concerning. Sky would pull out his bow and point an arrow at Sun, it’s his baby brother what do you expect.

“WIND DON’T GO NEAR THAT THING!” “Sky?” Wind quickly guards Sun arms stretch out wide. "SKY PUT THE BOW DOWN!" "GET AWAY FROM THE BIRD" "PUT THE BOW DOWN!" Which by this time Sun would turn back into human causing sky to go into himbo mode because. Oh dang, she's beautiful.

And thus starts our romance. For the next two months, Wind and Sky would go to the Enchanted forest. Hoping they could do something to release the people from the Majora curse. Sky and Sun grow closer and closer, and by this point everyone is just shocked they are not together yet. While those two are getting closer, Wind and Tetra are researching for answers. Which they find.

“To break the curse, a declaration of undying love to all the world, must be made to Sun….Seriously? That seems really stupid and a real oversight on the crystal side." "What do you mean?" "I mean is Sun's heart connected to the crystal now? And whoever she loves, so your brother. Does the crystal make their heart one? If the magic dies within it will they both pass? Like what's going on here?" “So all she needs is a declaration of undying love to the world?” “Apparently?” “Perfect, Sun will attend the royal ball with me!” “W–what?” “There will be kings and queens from all over the world there. If I proclaim my love it will be to the whole world.” “Yes, yes I will go with you.”

Majora can not allow that to happen, and creates a necklace for Veran to wear that tricks sky into thinking that she’s sun. To keep Sun at bay for a while he kidnaps Ravio and takes him to his dark palace. This is barely an inconvenience and they save Ravio relatively fast.

Back at the ball the royal family is a bit confused by Sky's choice of women. (Remember they see Veran as Veran) "Oh...is this why he didn't tell us about her?" While Wind is over in the corner, internally screaming. "THAT SURE AS HECK IN NOT SUN THE WOMEN HE LOVES"

Out of the corner of his eye he sees through the window guards rushing towards somewhere and he quickly follows. Finding sun in her Loftwing form be attacked by the guards. He rush towards her screaming at the guards. "DON'T YOU DARE LAY ANOTHER HAND ON HER! Sun!" Cute little prince head hug from the prince. Wind realizes what’s going on but knows it's too late so all he can do is get Sun to fly back to the forest, maybe just maybe she will be able to survive there. She would pull the youngest prince on her back and go. Sadly as their flying, sky confesses his love to Veran and Sun just feels it, it shatters her heart, and she starts to go down.

Thankfully crashing into the enchanted forest. About that same time guards come in saying the youngest prince has been kidnapped by a large bird pink and white. Which only Sky knows what that means.

Pulling out his sword he violently swing it at Veran slashing her across the chest and breaking the necklace confirming his greatest fear. He would scream violently, and Time, Twilight and Warrior would have to hold him. All while Majora laughs maniacally at him, causing Malon, Legend, Four, and Hyrule. To be on guard and pull out their weapons.

“WHAT DID YOU DO, WHAT DO YOU DO!” Sky scream pierced the heavens. “Oh, it’s not what I did, little prince it’s what you did.”

Somehow, Sky would be able to escape his father and brothers and rush to the forest, heavy tears streaming down his face.

Back in the enchanted forest Fierce Deity, and his crew would find Sun and Wind, Sun is fading fast, and Wind’s out cold with a broken arm. They bring them back to the lake only to be met by Majora. Who is insistent on getting that crystal. Deity, would take a stance, though he is weak he will do everything in his power to protect his children. They would have epic battle.

During the battle, Sky would arrive, checking in on his brother real quick, Tetra has him so he’s fine. Then rushing to Sun.

“Sun…” “Sky, I…I feel so weak.” “Sh sh, I’m here. Please Sun, that declaration was for you…it was for you.” “I know…I love you Sky.” “Sun…” She slides the crystal into his hands and fades. “Sun! No no please Sun I love you too.” Kiss her on the forehead.

As sky holds her, Majoa throws a mask at the group. The mask of the Fierce Deity.

“Now that was fun, now hand over that crystal boy or do I need to take it by force.”

Sky would scream and just go ballistic on Majora. With the crystal, turning into a sword. (Only because of the love that was shared between Sun and Him) They fight for a bit then, the prince look back to see Wind holding Sun, crying, and that be the catalyst. Sky would wreck him. Destroying Majora, and allowing the power of the crystal to explode throughout the entire Enchanted forest. Freeing everything that was hurt by majora. (Also healing Winds arm in the process)

Sky would lip back over to his brother and the love of his life and just ingulp them in a hug. Whispering sweet messages to Sun begging her to wake up. Which she does, and falling on top of him kissing sky sweetly as they lay on the ground.

AND NOW HAPPY ENDING! Sun is reunited with her family. She marries Sky. The royal family are delighted to find out the whole story, and wind makes many a trip to the enchanted forest to hang out with his friends, and in the very far future wife.

Hope you enjoyed it.

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