#small writing piece

[buwheal]

BEACH OUTFIT 💥💥💥💥

He used to surf the web back in 98'.

#the clothes were so difficult for no reason i kept having to edit them #i actually really like this one lol #cunty uncle type thing going on #Also i love the HC that he as a plush tummy thats so cute and im stealing it #i was about to give him flipflops until i realized he cant do that #He had a dolphin print shirt but it looked ugly with the shorts and i really wanted the striped shorts lol #deltarune spamton #spamton #spamton g spamton #spamton fanart #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #i think it looks fine but still i hope it comes across he's resting his right arm on an invisible prop for the pose lol #there was a small little fella in the back of my mind who wanted to put him in a two piece but i couldnt sorry lmfao #edit: I forgot to write this out but I wanted to put it on any post bc i dont want to post a txt post just for this #but honestly he's gotta be some flavor of queer. #It doesnt matter to me which type all that much but I HC that even though he probably is #he has never been in a relationship and i dont think he ever will #he is so full of himself and he's kind of an ass tbh. That and i doubt he trusts anyone with what he's gone through #even if he got time to heal i dont think he'd ever trust someone enough to make a real relationship that way #Thats it thanks for coming to my ted talk #if you opened the tags here's your secret paragraph & im not sorry #BuwheArt

[fexiled]

@stanuary Week One: Mystery

man of a thousand faces (or at least four)

#gravity falls #stanley pines #stan pines #stanuary #fex draws #id in alt text #''alright it's time to put stanuary to bed for the year--wait what's this?? it's fex with the steel chair!!'' #is it really truly stanuary if i 1) don't go absolutely ham on at least one piece; and 2) don't start posting until the very last minute #it's just tradition at this point #anyway- tried my hand at writing an image description for this in the alt text #and discovered i am extremely self conscious about describing my own art lol so if there's anything i could add or do better lmk #this took 8000 years bc i hand lettered everything except for the small text on the IDs and plane ticket like a maniac #serif fonts my beloathed

[strawberryspence]

Summer isn't Steve's favorite season.

He has always hated it. The sweat, the heat, the brightness. He'd rather have the coolness of fall, the leaves crunching as it finally falls.

There's a wet patch of sweat on his back, making his shirt press against his back. His only solace is the shade the tree provides for him, the rustle of the leaves against the wind reminds him of the summers spent as a child in the lake.

"Steve!"

When he opens his eyes, he sees Eddie laughing, hauling a basket of fruits. Eddie is the summer personified.

"I stole this from the kids." He snickers. The kids in question are playing, their shrieks of joy and excitement spreads with the wind.

Eddie sits crisscross beside him, opening the basket of oranges.

"Want one?"

Steve shrugs, pulling his glasses up to his hair to see him clearer as Eddie starts peeling the orange. First, the top, then the skin. One by one.

After fighting a silent war, it's been easier to find peace in the in betweens. There's peace in washing the dishes, in the painstaking task of mowing, in the noisy D&D games.

Eddie breaks the orange in half. He takes the first piece and offers it to Steve.

"Sweetheart?"

Eddie's smiling at him, whole eyes bright and fond. There's a wrinkle in his forehead, just above his eyes. The wind sweeps his hair, tied in a high bun. There's wisps of hair framing his face. He is smaller now than when Steve first met him, skin and bones turned into bait, his body still healing. His energy still radiates off him, like a ball of energy only Eddie Munson can possess.

With Eddie, there's always peace. There's no in between.

"Thank you." Steve finally says as he takes the slice and pops it in his mouth.

The first burst of flavor is sweet. Hundreds of tiny pulps dancing on his taste buds. There's a hint of tanginess in it, but it's only part of its charm. It's refreshing, perfect for the hot, sunny day.

Eddie watches every emotion on his face, "Good?"

Steve smiles. He smiles the best smile he think he has, lips curved upward, teeth gummy and wide and he thinks it's never going to be enough.

Not one smile will ever be enough to show Eddie just how happy Steve is to be with him.

"Good." Steve moves forward to leave a sticky kiss on his cheeks.

"EW!" Eddie laughs, it's loud, and crass, and wonderful. It's all the good things about summer, all bundled up together in one laugh. It's the cold water, the refreshing lemonade, the longer days.

Summer is Steve Harrington's favorite season.

#and eddie's his favorite person 🌞 #it was hot so i wrote this #i havent written anything in a while so here have this small piece #drink yalls water #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff #steddie headcanon #steddie hcs #steddie drabble #dae writes #daeheadcanons

[honnelander]

go fish! part 3 snippet

OK SO i thought it would quickly share a little snippet of the upcoming go fish! part 3 jealous!reader fic i'm currently working on....please enjoy:

(disclaimer: this work is unfinished, unedited, and can also not make it into the final product (even though i'm very certain it will))

“If you stare any harder at that glass, it’s going to shatter from all the daggers you’re giving it.” 

You blinked, looking up from the drink in your hand and to the left, only to see an ever calm and nonchalant Zoro take a swing of his beer, keeping his gaze towards the bustling nightclub/bar you all were currently visiting.  

It’d been a couple of weeks of straight sailing on the open ocean and everyone on board was going a little stir crazy, even the ever-happy-go-lucky Luffy. So, when the Going Merry’s captain had smelled a whiff of food in the air midafternoon up on the masthead that wasn’t Sanji’s doing, everyone had collectively decided to follow Luffy’s nose and see what lied ahead.  

After a half hour of sailing, you all had stumbled across another ship-like restaurant that, admittedly, even looked better than the Baratie. So, it was an easy decision for the crew to decide to dock there for a couple of hours and give Sanji the night off from making dinner, much to the chef’s annoyance.  

But, it had all turned out to be the right decision in the end, apparently, since Sanji had made a point to visit the kitchen and give his compliments to the chef. 

Now, all of the straw hats had made it to the outdoor bar area to ‘drink the night away’, as Usopp had put it, and you’ve been here ever since. 

“Ha ha,” you deadpanned, looking back at the drink you had in your hand. “Very funny Zoro. You should quit piracy and be a standup comedian.” 

Your green-haired crewmate turned his face to you with an unamused expression. “You’ve been nursing that drink all night.” He arched an eyebrow. “You good?” 

At that question, your eyes immediately went to Sanji, who had been at the bar for a majority of the evening, chatting with the bartender but, of course, as if on cue, another gorgeous girl slinked right up to him, batting her eyelashes and ever so casually rest her hand on his bicep, sliding it all the way down to his forearm as she giggled at something Sanji said. 

Sanji, on the other hand, flashed the new woman, the tenth this evening at least, you thought sourly, one of his dazzling white smiles, leaning forward slightly as if he was telling her some sort of inside joke, causing her to laugh louder and place her other hand on top of his. Sanji’s smile only grew wider. 

You couldn’t help the stab of pain your heart felt at the sight. 

“Never better,” you replied to Zoro bitterly as you quickly downed your drink.

#go fish! au #this just a small piece! #but i'm just starting to write it lol #thought i'd share :) #sanji x reader #opla!sanji x reader

[becca-e-barnes]

Not to be too filthy but the thought of dbf!bucky warning you that he's not going to pull out?? 🤤

I've been thinking about this a lot today and I really like imagining the way he'd position you however he wants you. He doesn't tell you what he wants you to do, he just guides you instead.

Because I love the thought of him pressing gently on your shoulders while he's kissing you, urging you to sink to your knees for him. You take the hint, opening your mouth while watching him undo his belt but he swears he might lose it when you press your tongue over your bottom lip.

"Good girl." He tries not to sound too breathless when he presses his slick tip to your lips, letting you taste his precum, smearing it over your waiting tongue. It's not long before you're eagerly taking all of him, sucking and licking and enjoying the weight of him in your mouth. You feel the tip press to the back of your throat and you do your very best to remember to breathe, trying to ignore your own growing arousal.

The hand on the back of your head keeps you in place while he thrusts in and out of your mouth and it's nice to just let him take for a little while. When you need to, you can press back against his hand and give yourself a break but the praise he showers you with makes it's hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing between your own legs.

"Fuck, look at you." He groans, applying a little more pressure to the back of your head and you try to stifle your gag reflex when he nudges the back of your throat once more. "Such a perfect mouth. Feels like you were made for this, weren't you, baby? You take me like such a good girl."

God, you want to agree. Something about being his good girl leaves your panties soaked and your body desperate. He treats you right. He cares about more than just your pleasure; he cares about how you're feeling, inside and outside of the bedroom. He's good to you and that simple fact makes the sex even better.

Before too long, he's pulled back from your mouth and he's holding your chin gently, encouraging you to stand up again before he presses you back onto the bed.

You whimper quietly at the feeling of his thick fingers grazing the little soaked lace panties you're wearing before he takes them off and lets them drop to the floor.

"Please." You gasp, letting your fingers drift over your soaked sex with an urgency that surprises your partner. Bucky watches as two of your own fingers slip into your cunt before you trail them up to circle your clit. He doesn't miss how they glisten, coated in evidence of your overwhelming arousal.

Relief floods you when you feel him press his tip to your entrance, letting him sink slowly into you. Nothing compares to the feeling of that first glide into your body. It's intimate but it's downright filthy at the same time.

"Best fucking girl for me." Bucky groans the words between kisses to your neck, slowly pulling out before pressing back where he belongs.

You can only whimper, fingernails digging into his back, forever urging him to fuck you harder.

"I hope you know I'm not pulling out tonight." The words make your cunt flutter with excitement and you almost wonder if he can feel it. "Feels too good. I'm going to stuff this pretty pussy full." He cradles your face in one hand, his eyes locked on yours and you're acutely aware that there's nothing you want to feel more than the gush of his cum into your body.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #dbf!bucky smut #dbf!bucky #Bucky Barnes smut #why does nothing else compare to the feeling of someone playing with your hair #it brings me a different level of happiness #I just melt #I think I want a new piercing this week #maybe a tattoo idk #I need some kind of small change #distracting myself from the fact valentines day is creeping up and I'll likely be spending it with my two favourite people #ben and jerry #maybe I'll write a little valentines piece #I might write my dream valentines day actually #that could be fun #bc the meetings that are scheduled into my calendar are making me wonder if it can possibly get worse

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Ominis Gaunt all grown up 🐍

#what’s he thinkin about?? 👀 #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy art #hogwarts legacy fanart #yes I both draw and write :^) #it feels so good to finally see a piece through #I have been struggling with horrific perfectionism for so long #its referencing a stock photo but its better than nothing and I don’t wanna delete it #small victories #I’m so happy to finally contribute art to the HL fandom 🥺 #don’t mind me just making a tag for my blog #deek thinks you should be proud of all the art you've made

[skribblezcorner]

Corset-Trained (Ch.2 with Smut)!!

HIIIIIII YALL this is long-awaited second chapter to Corset-Trained, which you can find on my Ao3 or if you scroll down on my tumblr page!! I hope its enjoyable this is my first time writing smut lmao.

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“Then, you mind doing that again?” Sanji says, and there’s no time to form a coherent thought before Zoro’s caging him against the table in the galley with his hands wandering up Sanji’s shirt.

“You’re a fucking animal, you know that right?” Sanji simpers as he gives Zoro an appreciative once over. Zoro mumbles something like ‘yeah, whatever’ and dips his thumbs into the waistband of Sanji’s dress pants to untuck the rest of his shirt- a shiver crawls up his spine from the calloused fingers ghosting along his v-line.

This escalated really quickly, Sanji thinks, but he also realizes he doesn’t mind much. “Eyes up here,” he says to Zoro, and when hazy gray eyes meet his own, he grabs the man by the scruff on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. It’s rough, at first, and Zoro’s teeth clack unceremoniously against his own. Threading his hands through Zoro’s hair, he tilts his head to the side for better access. 

They fall into a rhythm quickly, the mellow push and pull of Zoro’s lips against his steadily ramping up until they’re pressed together everywhere, panting into each other’s mouths. 

“Jesus, fuck, you animal,” Sanji gets out between the deep breaths he takes, lamenting over his shirt that Zoro has now ripped half the buttons out.

“You’ll live,” Zoro gripes, watching as Sanji strips the rest of the blue cotton off and discards it in the corner. 

“This shit was expensive!” 

“Oh, fuck off.” Then strong hands grip his waist fimly and fucking heft him up onto the table.

Theoretically, Sanji knows Zoro is able to pick him up -what,with all three swords he wields- but experiencing it is a different thing. The world tilts on it’s axis momentarily as Sanji’s seated onto the hard wood of the table. He peers down at the other man from where he’s newly perched, and goddamn is it a sight.

Zoro’s as flushed as he is, his hair mussed from the hands running through it. His lips are red and swollen and he’s staring directly Sanji with the most want he’s ever seen on the man’s face before. 

“Let me suck your dick,” Zoro says, completely unprompted.

Sanji pauses. What? “...What?” He breathes. Did he heair that right?

Zoro swallows, and Sanji tracks the movement of his throat all the way through the motion. 

“Let me- please.” Zoro says again, hands moving to grip Sanji’s thighs. This is the first time Sanji has ever heard that word come out of Zoro’s mouth… like, ever,  and the way his voice quavers when he says it goes straight to Sanji’s dick. 

“Shit, okay-”  And no sooner than the admission passses Sanji’s lips is Zoro unbuckling Sanji’s dress pants, pulling down his boxers just enough to expose Sanji’s painfully hard cock to the heated air of the galley. 

A bead of preecum escapes from the red tip of Sanji’s dick, and Zoro’s eyes flash up to meet his own of before Sanji feels Zoro’s tongue slide up the underside of it. Abruptly, Zoro wraps his lips around him and takes him down to the hilt.  

“Jesus christ,” Sanji croaks, the heat suddenly enveloping him almost too much to bear. He can feel everything, from the ridges on the roof of Zoro’s mouth to the flat of Zoro’s tongue twitching against his cock. Zoro glances up, eyes asking a silent question.

“Keep- keep going.” The pace that Zoro sets from the beginning is fast, the tip of Sanji’s length hitting the back of his throat every time he bobs down. Zoro’s mouth is tight, and wet, and messy, and Sanji can’t do much besides sit back and try to stifle his moans. Zoro simply hums in response, the vibration sending pangs of pleasure down to Sanji’s fucking toes.  

Sanji threads a trembling hand through Zoro’s hair, half muttered praises falling from his lips as the heat in his gut grows. At some point, Sanji’s nose begins to bleed again- he doesn’t know when. It’s all bordering on overstimulating, the combination of Zoro’s mouth and his hands harshly grasping the muscle on Sanji’s thighs making it incredibly hard to focus..

“‘M’gonna cum,” Sanji slurs, and he isn’t really sure if it’s because he’s high off pleasure or the alcohol’s found it’s way into his system. Either way, Zoro comes off with an audible ‘pop’ and leans into the brusining kiss Sanj pulls him into. It tastes overwhelmingly like copper, but neither of them mind all that much.

Zoro finishes Sanji off with a few quick strokes, and the mess splatters between them as Sanji cums with a choked whine cut off by Zoro’s lips against his. 

“Fuck”, Sanji breathes after they part, riding out the rest of his post-orgasmic haze and tucking himself back into his boxers. “You sucked the soul outta me.” That gets a gravelly chuckle out of the man in front of him.

“Well, when you have a sword in your mouth all day-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, marimo.”

Zoro rolls his eyes, swiping a tissue from the counter to wipe off the rapidly drying cum off of both of their pants. 

After they (and the poor, poor, coffee table) are adequately clean, Sanji prepares to shut the lights in the galley while Zoro waits by the door.

“You owe me for that shirt, by the way,” Sanji remarks, snuffing out the candle hung on the galley’s door. 

Zoro huffs. “Whatever you say, curly.” Sanji feels an arm wrap around his midsection as he’s pulled in for another kiss. It’s short and chaste, a contrast to the one delivered to him about five minutes ago. 

“Oh, fuck you,” Sanji gripes, Leaving Zoro standing against the doorway in the galley as he marches over to the men's quarters.

“We can do that tomorrow!”

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OH MY GOD THIS WAS ACTUALLY HELL TO WRITE. Everything i wrote was so awkward i physically COULD NOT WRITE IT. i actually cannot stand beta reading this so please tell me if there are any mistakes i didnt catch while writing this TwT !!! ermm anyways hope you enjoyed!! This will be going up on my Ao3 probably today or tmr so I'll edit the post with the link. okay its 4am and i desperately need sleep. GOODBHYE

#black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan #zosan fanfic #zosan brainrot #small wast sanji ftw #one piece smut #the zosan brainworms are TAKING OVER #how the FUCK do you write blowjobs HELP ME. #writers block

[moonchild-in-blue]

Random thought I had last night. Genuinely think they're both equally outlandish - which is just ridiculous in itself if you think about it.

#ngl i think him wearing a shirt might be the most shocking thing he could do #lifting weights? shoving his tongue on the homies' throats? absolutely normal 👍 #a SHIRT?? a piece of garment covering his chest and tummy???? actual normal clothing???? no. absolutely not #but also. imagine he just says “hello” OMG i would flip #i'm not counting that small “thank you” on Wembley because those were exceptional circumstances #i mean a regular ritual were nothing bad happens. and he just decides to be verbal for once and go :::) hello 👋 #dew yew loike that? fancy seein' you 'ere #i don't know why i'm giving him a cockney accent. i know he talks more southern and posh but that's just funny #IF he did talk with us. do you think he'd be all “i have throughly enjoyed this ritual. we shall gather once more in this land with haste” #or he'd go full “yo yeah that's chill dawg” #be all “would you look at iii that wanker. that's my mate right there” #lmao idk what i'm saying. if this has a million typos IGNORE IT cus i'm writing this before bed and queuing for the morning #sleep token

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz & @jamespearce9-1-1. Thank you lovelies 😘. Be sure to check out what they posted (James posted a steamy kilt sex fic 🔥🥵)

Haven’t written much in the last two days due to the death of one of our dogs, so I’m posting a snippet from when your heart releases, you won’t fall to pieces that I’ve already shared before (you can find it here) but it’s been reworked.

“He needs me, that’s all you need to know.” Buck tries to hide the irritation in his voice at Taylor’s prying. Why can’t she just accept that Eddie needs him right now? Isn’t that enough? Why does she need to know more?

“He has other people he can lean on, if he really needs help. Why does it have to be you?”

“Because I’m his best friend. And I want it to be me. I want to take care of him and Chris. They’re family and that’s what family does.”

“What do you know about family?” Taylor sneers, her top lip curled in a cruel snarl Buck hasn’t seen directed at him before. Her words are like a gunshot, the bullet easily finding its mark.

Buck feels the impact amongst the cracked and bleeding parts of his heart, Taylor knowing exactly where to aim to cause significant damage. He opened up to her about his parents, about Daniel and how he felt like he never really was a part of the Buckley family, and now she’s here throwing all of it back at him with sharpened points. The irritation and frustration that was bubbling inside of Buck morphs into anger as he fires off a shot of his own that he knows will tear into her and hurt.

“What do you know?”

Taylor flinches as if slapped and Buck feels a small sense of satisfaction that he was able to hurt her with the very words she’d used to strike at him, before guilt washes over him like a bucket of cold water. He’s no better than Taylor, using the knowledge of her issues and struggles with family (or lack thereof) that she trusted him with to inflict a wound. You aren’t meant to do that to the person you love.

They stare at each other, breaths loud and heavy in the silence that stretches out between them. Buck knows silence isn’t the only thing lingering there. They’ve been drifting apart for some time now, but Buck didn’t want another failed relationship to be added to his baggage so he clung to the good moments that were becoming far and few between.

No pressure tagging: @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @watchyourbuck @callmenewbie @hoodie-buck @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life @rainbow-nerdss @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @the-likesofus @try-set-me-on-fire @evanbegins @princessfbi @athenagranted @sibylsleaves @shitouttabuck @devirnis @fiona-fififi @fortheloveofbuddie @fcntasmas @glorious-spoon @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @captain-hen @clusterbuck @bekkachaos @nmcggg @steadfastsaturnsrings @mellaithwen @missmagooglie @monsterrae1 and as always, anyone else who would like to share something ❤️

#daffi writes #fic: when your heart releases you won’t fall to pieces #buddie wip #buddie #not much new inspiration happening for me right now #but I did have enough small writing beans to go back and rework some stuff #so that’s something #re: sad doggy news -> #we had to make the hard decisions to put one of our dogs down #we had 12 wonderful years with him and even though it hurts that he’s gone … we know he’s at peace now #🐶🪦💔

[firebloodbirthdeath]

“That was the trouble with slow people. Give him a fool any day. Slow people took some time to catch up, but when they did they rolled right over you” - Terry Pratchett, small gods

In small gods this quote always stood out to me and I think I just realized this idea is so core to the book and the general arc of the book. Like this is one of Brutha’s core traits and also kind of the primary arc of the book. I think unlike most protagonists with an arc of the sort Brutha has, as well as in comparison to the other people fighting Vorbis, he takes a long time to really seemingly leave the harmful beliefs behind. However when he does he bowls everyone else over.

This quote, as well as Brutha’s characterization in general, also made me think about what exactly slowness is. I think, at least in this case and context, slowness is taking the time in your thought. Brutha really takes the time to come to conclusions he comes to. He thinks about what he is learning, and some of it is probably partially denial, but in comparison to other characters that deal with this kind of situation there is not a lot. Instead it is more like he comes to his conclusions slowly and with consideration.

#terry pratchett #gnu terry pratchett #discworld #small gods #brutha #idk I just really liked this take on ‘slowness’ #I think in some ways I can be like that too #I’ll learn a new piece of information in a discussion with someone #and then I may need a day or so or more to really sit with my opinions on the topic #idk brutha is just a really cool character to me #and man how does pterry write characters with such intricate personal selves #they’re all so complicated in just their way of thinking #and individual #it’s so cool

[amara-among-the-stars]

I dont have a title for this yet but @iamthecomet is the reason for this idea that popped into my head. It's short and sweet Raindrop moment.

Dew secretly plays the piano. And none of the pack has found out he knows how to play one. He found one in one of the abandoned practice rooms he had to clean up as a punishment since he accidentally set Ifrit's pants on fire when Mist was trying to teach him how to sew. Sewing is frustrating okay! Sue him. He’s just a ghoul!

Dew spent time fixing the piano up to par. And once he was done fixing it he played it all the time when he had the free chance to do so. It relaxed him a lot. Helped him escape from the world. Currently he was teaching himself Masterpiece by Motionless In White singing softly along when someone put their hand on his shoulder.

Dewdrop jumped, before swiftly spinning around and looking at who scared him. It was Rain who had a huge grin graced upon their lips. Dew’s ears pinned back, and he slightly bared his teeth at one of his partners.

“How long were you there for?” Dewdrop asked, eyes skirting around to see if anyone had followed Rain. The water ghoul chuckled, pulling Dew close by his belt loops to place a chaste kiss to the fire ghoul’s lips, before nuzzling against his neck.

“When you sang Another Life and then sang Eternally Yours.” Rain stated with a chuckle. Dewdrop felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“That long? Wh- Sorry if it sounded terrible. I'm not like Cirrus or Lulu when it comes to the piano.” Dewdrop huffed out, thinking Rain was teasing him.

“No, you aren’t like our girlfriends. They’re good at the electric ones. But you my little flame.. You are amazing at playing the grand piano. I could listen to you play and sing for hours.” Rain explained, brushing a stray silvery blue hair away from Dew’s face before gripping his pointed chin and pressing a hot kiss to Dewdrop’s lips. The smaller let out a small whine as Rain moved away.

“Play me some more songs, Little Flame? Rain asked, perching on a comfy chair. Dew nibbled at his lips and sat back down, breathing in and then out before playing more, letting himself get lost into the song he was playing for his lover.

Later, Dewdrop would reward Rain for listening to his song requests by getting on his knees for his watery boyfriend.

#the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #Raindrop ship #short writing piece #more of a small headcanon? #fluff #amara writes

[gildedmuse]

With credit towards @jhaernyl who shared some fantastic doctor/surgeon humor with me that ended up leading to.....

The ZoLaw AU No One Asked For...

Where Law is a surgeon on some small Northern Island.

Recently Transfered Nurse Sabo: Excuse me, sir, there is a man here? Roronoa Zoro. He's apparently suffered a small injury.

Law: *sighs* Let me guess, that loudmouthed robot made him come in.

Nurse Sabo: No, he-

Law: Robo-ya's wife then. At least one of them is sensible.

Sabo: He came alone, sir, said he was training and suddenly felt something was off balance. I couldn't -

Law: *Going completely still*

Law: *Turning and grabbing the poor new trainee by the shoulders* QUICK! Answer me this: did he finish his training?

Sabo: Err, no, he said he was worried and he came right in so-

Law: BEPO GRAB THE CRASH CART! WE HAVE A CODE GREEN!!!

Law rooming down the whole hospital.

Law: WE CANT LET HIM GET AWAY HE IS SERIOUSLY INJURED *Pointing dramatically as Shachi and Penguin nod to one another, both grab jing gurneys and blocking off the ER exit*

Zoro: *Raising an eyebrow, though also still suspiciously holding onto his arm* Honestly, Torao it was no big deal, I feel fine now.

Law: *sighs* Zoro-ya... *looking down at the floor.*

*....And there is just a trail of blood on the floor leading to Zoro who is holding into his arm which he has (roughly) bandaged on.*

Zoro: What?

Law: .... Zoro-ya, give me your arm. Now.

Zoro: Torao, I told you, its fine, I just needed some ba-

Law: Give. Me. Your. Arm.

Zoro: Tch *hands over his stupid traitor arm*

Trainee Nurse Rebecca: *passes out cold*

Law: Zoro-ya, what has Law said about cutting off your own limbs!?

Zoro: But you always fix it and it was easier than-

Law: That's not the point Zoro-ya! You can't just cut off limbs whenever it's easy!

Sabo: So are they always like this?

Older HCA Ikkaku, who is used to these idiots: *holds out popcorn bucket to share*

No words. Her show is on.

Sabo: But none of the TVs are-Ooooh HCA Ikkaku: I said shhh!

Ikkaku: Roronoa just mentioned Doctor Trafalgar just being sour over Zoro's ankle stitches. That ALWAYS leads to drama.

2nd HCA aka Perona: *appearing from nowhere to grab a handful of popcorn* Doctor Trafalgar hates those scars. Everyone in the hospital - depth, probably the whole town - knows as much. Law doesn't exactly make it a secret.

Like catching someone up on a your favorite long running television show.

Only its live and one of the people is holding a detached bloody arm.

Ikkaku: *ignoring the wide eyes stare from young nurse* Ooh, Looks like Roronoa is going to let him attach it.

Perona: *giggling* Doctor Trafalgar is gonna give him such a hard time! Horohoro, I'll bet he wouldn't even call for the anesthesiologist!

Law: AND DON'T BOTHER GETTING CESEAR! WE'RE DOING THIS NOW!

Ikkaku: Yo, new guy, stop just standing around and get your pal there off the floor.

Perona: And hurry up, we doesn't want to miss when Roronoa finally smiles. Doctor Trafalgar goes bright red! It's SOOO cute! 💕

She's right, too, as anyone whose worked there long enough will attest. It's the best part of the whole show.

The trainee and new transfer are not sure about all this, but the employees who have worked there awhile seem to be.... enjoying it?

Law: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, IDIOT!? WHAT IF I WASN'T HERE TODAY!? AND DON'T JUST ACT LIKE IT WAS A MINOR PAIN!!!

Zoro: Hey! Last time, when Robin made me come (damn noisy witch) and I showed the lady what was wrong, she passed out and you got all-

Law: Because you can't just show our poor check in team a gaping chest wound, Zoro-ya!

Law: *eyebrow twitching* Still! You're supposed to mention when you've CUT OFF YOUR OWN ARM!

It doesn't seem fair for Torao is getting so upset with him, especially since this time Zoro came in without even being made to. Oh, and he knew it wouldn't be a problem! Torao is the best surgeon in the world, Zoro knew he'd be able to fix him.

Sure enough.....

Zoro: Oye, Torao! Look at that! It's good as new! *Bright, sharp smile* See, ai knew there was a reason we kept you around!

Law: *immediately frozen*

HCA Ikkaku: *nudges nurse* Wait for it...

Law: *frozen*

HCA Perona: *holding onto the trainee Nurse too tightly, eyes wide* Here it comes....

Law: *whole face turns bright pink, pulling his surgery mask up as if hiding* Whatever you idiot! Now, stop getting yourself hurt! I'm not sewing on any other limbs for another month at least, I swear!

Zoro: You are the best, Torao *smile getting even brighter*

Perona: 💕 Ahh, aren't they so cute? 💕

Rebecca: Are they?

Sabo: Or are they just scary?

Zoro: *still with that sharp smile as he twists his arm, practicing all his sword moves. Absolutely glowing with pride* Not even a scar, doc. You really are the best.

Law: Of course I didn't leave a scar! I'm not some useless sack of flesh like that Hogsback asshole. I would never leave you with an unwanted mark.

Zoro: *still studying his arm, smile becoming softer, warmer* You know... I wouldn't mind a little mark. So long as it was from you.

And Law's mask gets pulled up so high he's practically got his eyes covered.

(It's both.)

(They're both adorable and scary.)

#I don't want to alarm anyone #but there is more of this #like a good amount more #there's a whole scene with Law bitching out Mihawk for his training being too dangerous #Zoro almost fights Shanks for a comment he makes about Law('s ass) #oh theres so much more drama on the way #one piece #one piece modern au #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #the zolaw au nobody asked for #doctor trafalgar law #just a small northern island #with one sexy temple guard #look sometimes its just easier to remove the limb knowing your crew will sew it back on when your done #Law: Zoro-ya who the fuck taught you this!? #my writing #I'm gonna call it..... #North Blue Anatomy #part one #one piece perona #my perona #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #ikkaku one piece #rebecca one piece #Zoro's smile melts Law's cold northern heart #certainly doesn't do anything to “melt” his hard on though

[theokusgallery]

Something something homosexuals

#drew this on my phone with my index finger while lying in bed crying about how gay i am for basil omori #im normal about him. #this is based on a small piece of writing i've posted here that i wanted to put in a fic that's still very much a wip a whole year later... #omori #drawing #art #digital #omori basil #omori sunny #omori sunflower #sunnflower #omori game #wip

[your-local-hollow-lover]

Nesting urges

Summary: After a talk with Nel about nesting instincts, you decide you'll make one for Grimmjow.

Fluff/reader has powers/gender-neutral reader

Hollows nest. The fact blew your mind the second it registered. But thinking about it calmly, it was tremendously funny. You couldn't picture someone like Grimmjow gathering small branches and crystals around Hueco Mundo without cracking up.

"But he's a cat, isn't he? So, what if he gathers yarn-like materials?" you put in excitedly as you walked through the white desert beside her. 

Nel chuckled. "It doesn't work that way. Besides, there's not much here that we can use."

She lowered her gaze, and you felt a pang of guilt. Nel was so easy to be around that you often forgot what she was. 

"What do you er- use? I mean, usually."

"It's different for each of us. Some low-ranked hollows make their nest by spitting a mix of bones, branches, and gastric juices. They gather everything together to make colonies with multiple tunnels." She said, trying to ignore the memory of Nnoitra annihilating one of those.

"What about the Espadas?" 

"The instinct remains, but we were lucky to evolve. I never heard of an Espada who nested."

"Because it would look weak, I presume?" you ventured.

Nel seemed to ponder, after which she explained that nesting in a place full of many potential threats wasn't exactly comfortable.

The Espadas were supposed to have a sense of companionship. Or so she heard Aizen say. However, given the times that Nnoitra tried to fight her, not to mention what he and Szayel did to her, Nel never thought about doing such a thing in Las Noches. And you guessed no other Espada either. 

"It must be awful to crave something you can't have."

"We're used to it."

"You shouldn't be," you whispered, but Nel didn't hear you.  She was busy waving to Pesche and Dondochaca, who eagerly greeted her back in the distance.

***-

Making a nest for Grimmjow could be the best way to give another step in your relationship with him, yet, at the same time, giving him something so personal could end abysmally wrong. The idea roamed your skull for days before you decided to give in.

According to Nel, the first thing on the list was to find a small place. You had the perfect one: a wardrobe spacious enough to fit him. Step two was decorations: You placed multiple layers of sheets, blankets, and quilts aside from a couple of jackets you stole from him. It wound up comfy enough to nap there. 

After all the hard work, you only needed to find the right way of presenting your gift to him.

***-

Grimmjow slammed the door open. His gaze darted across the room. Empty. He moved to check the next with a huff. Where the hell were you? The dead head outside Las Noches wouldn't last forever. 

Grimmjow didn't know when bringing you trophies of his hunts started to be a habit, but it didn't matter. Now he enjoyed bragging about his strength before you too much to consider stopping.

It seemed like yesterday when Aizen told him he was to guard you: a human with an ability to create untraceable portals between dimensions, typically by using mirrors or other reflecting surfaces as windows to see or pass through. A truly magnificent power to spy on his enemies, Aizen said. A pain in the ass, Grimmjow thought.  

The times he had to threaten you to refrain from escaping were too many to count. Despite that, you never matched his violent energy, nor did you return any of his insults. You were stupidly chill all the time; Obsessed with showing him cool things about the world of the living, and as it never failed to entertain him, Grimmjow wound up guiding you through the best parts of Hueco Mundo in return. Time flew when you were around, and Grimmjow felt something close to enjoyment in your company.

But fuck, even if now he didn't despise you, your power was still a pain in the ass. 

***-

You gasped at the familiar spiritual pressure approaching. Grimmjow was supposed to be out, hunting far deep into the desert. You shut the small door just when he kicked the room door open.

" 'The hell are you doing here?" he shot with a beyond annoyed tone.

"I- um, I was about to-”

"Who told you you could come back to the human world?" he interrupted.

"Come on. Aizen's not around anymore. I’m- free to come and go as I please,” you said while shrugging, smiling light-heartedly.

Grimmjow gazed down at you for a split second before turning his head. He chuffed. "So what if you are? You still need to open your damn mouth to give me a heads up." 

“Alright, I’ll keep it in mind,” you eased. 

He grimaced. "Move, we're going back."

He didn’t wait for a response. Grimmjow grabbed your wrist as he began pulling you forward. He didn't like it when you spent time in the human world. It could give you stupid ideas, like never returning to Hueco Mundo. 

“No, wait! I want to show you something!” 

Grimmjow was not  in the best mood for human stuff. His battle prize must have vanished. He wanted nothing more than to go back and bury himself deep in the sand. 

“I said we’re going back.” 

It didn’t matter how much you twisted, his grip was too strong to resist. Your feet slipped on the floor as he dragged you.

“Please, I made something for you.”

Grimmjow didn’t falter. 

“If you let me show you, I promise I’ll quit asking favors for a while!” 

He stopped. Grimmjow glanced at you over his shoulder. 

“I promise,” you reiterated.

"Fine," he said before letting go of you. Grimmjow stuffed his hands inside his pockets. He leaned his back over the wall. "Make it quick."

You nodded, turning to open the closet door. Grimmjow froze when the scent hit his nose. His gaze went crazy, darting from one spot to the other. What the hell did you do?

“I found out that this is important to hollows. I know I’m always giving you human stuff you don’t want, so I thought now I could try giving you a hollow thing. You don’t have to use it if you don’t want to.”

Damn, even when it was painfully evident that you were missing a fucking screw, you always managed to give him this revolting mix of unwanted feelings. It irked him.

You observed his reaction closely. A part of you expected wrath. At some point, you pictured a cruel scene where he destroyed it as the worst scenario. Yet, Grimmjow tensed. You resolved maybe it was too personal of a subject for you to be standing there watching. 

“Anyway. I’ll pack some things so we can go back.”

You only left the room for half a minute. When you came back, your stunned gaze froze over the scene: Grimmjow's body spread across the small nest you made for him, tummy showing, arms crossed under his head as one of his legs rested over the other one's knee.

"What are you looking at?" Grimmjow asked, his eyes stuck on the wardrobe's top. 

You grinned. "Nothing. Hmm, does this mean you like it?"

He scoffed. 

"This means I'm not giving you a reason to ask for weird shit for a while. So you better keep your word." Grimmjow stated. His face, however, entirely betrayed his words: his eyes were hooded as he breathed slowly. There was no trace of frowns.

You held your smile with a softened gaze. "I will. Hey, I have to run a couple of errands. We can return to Hueco Mundo when I'm done-" 

"No. It'll be a pain in the ass if I have to go looking for you again. Come," he pointed beside him. 

It took you aback. "To lay with you? I thought it'd be better if you had some privacy."

"Fuck that. I don't need it. If you make me do ridiculous shit, you won't be spared from having to partake. That way we'll be even, so shut up and come here."

Your heart throbbed. You had shared space before but never like this. Perhaps it was that Grimmjow wasn't comfortable having his corner in a place where it smelled so much like you. Or maybe this was just the hollow way of asking for cuddles.

Be that as it may, the prospect of sharing the nest with him made you tingle. 

 “Alright, since you ordered it,” you muttered.

Grimmjow pressed his back against the wall to make room next to him. You settled there, leaning your head hesitantly over his shoulder. His Hierro was down. You nuzzled into him, and he let you. The more he did this with you, the easier it turned to let his guard down, as stupid as it sounded.

Grimmjow brushed his mouth on your hair before taking a deep breath. You moved to meet his gaze. Deep, intense, filled with something you couldn’t place. Your fingertips moved to grace the scar over his chest, gently tracing it down near his tummy hole. He hooked your hand harshly.

"Watch it," he warned.

"I know. I won't stick my hand in, don't worry."

"Good, cuz' it'll get swallowed away."

"What?! Really?" 

The idea of your hand disappearing inside him startled you enough to try pushing him off you. Grimmjow let out a short, loud laugh. You gaped, frowning.

"Fuck you," 

Grimmjow settled his head comfortably over your head, nestling close to you, ignoring the part of him screaming he shouldn't be giving in to these weird pleasing sensations. To hell with that. This was what he wanted and what he wanted, he would take.

"Yeah, fuck you too."

#Good morning! Today I offer you this small piece of writing which has been my baby for a couple of weeks. Hope you like it! #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow bleach #grimmjow jeagerjaques #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow x you #bleach arrancar #espadas bleach #bleach fanfic

[skunkes]

might sound weird to say as a person with a couple ocs who have Big Horrible Event(s) in their backstories or as a person who has like 3 ocs total bc he sucks at writing and as a person who hopes their ocs arent too Boring with [the thing im about to mention] but the thing about writing [characters] and [people] is that like.

any little thing a person experiences can take up their whole existence... its actually something "fun" to experience as i meet new ppl and do more things. My friend had something happen that she'll be talking about forever. I had several things happen last year that ill never stop talking about, some of which other ppl think werent that bad actually. In the same way I'll forever remember about the way my sister accidentally insulted me almost 10 years ago, it's really interesting and Fun to find and assign smaller things like that to characters...its really Real. some people's dealbreakers are other people's solvable problems etc etc

#(as well as the opposite: Big Event that maybe shocks everyone around em but they genuinely werent shaken by) #though this one is more common and leads to those ''ohh i didnt know that was normal oops'' moments #talkys #inspired by recent me and friend events #and also recent events where i told sum ppl more stuff about Thing and they responded as if it wasnt a big deal. but it was to me. #and also how i thought a part of al's childhood backstory was kind of maybe dumb and not realistically as impactful as id expect #but i saw someone on reddit almost word for word write that as their experience and how its shaped em as a person #and thats it like... the small things are boring and hard to keep track of sometimes #its not like you'll include every single little event your oc was shaped by in their bio #but idk. its like Fun to piece together for fun. to mold a human being #ykwim? wld be silly to tell everyone ''oh my oc struggles with self image due to many instances like... when their sister called em ugly'' #or write it anywhere but it is fun to Know and have in your head. and its real ! #just like if a friend told you about something that happened to em #long post #delete later #sorry i keep saying stupid obvious shit lately ive always been bad at oc making AND socializing so im learning everything late #but anyway yes. idk even as i keep making ocs that are ''similar'' its like. every person so different #people can react to anything in any way for any reason. i love people #this is why i struggle a bit with keeping ocs to archetypes i guess bc like. what is ooc for an oc. people contain contradictions all the #time. you can change yourself at any time. #ok nobody will read this far so ill go to the real insane rambling #part of this has been a part of my chats with talon while trying to get him to share more info #like. yeah ok you're 400+ years old the things that happened to you were such a comparatively small part of your life #but humans dont live as long and think about small things until they die. i dont think time would heal all wounds actually. not all of em #some thoughts just always come to gnaw at your brain. its ok to not be over things. i feel ill never be over some things #and also complainerism can be fun but thats something else entirely wee hee ^_^

[glasswingowl]

caught in your own web, just like your mother

#murder drones #murder drones fanart #murder drones uzi #md uzi #uzi doorman #murder drones nori #nori doorman #glasswingdraws #i've mentioned before how the parallels between nori and uzi are interesting to me #and i really hope we get to see more of what nori was like when she was alive #or just more nori in general because we've all gone insane over the implications of her lmao #most of uzi's papers are copied directly from her conspiracy board #i had to make up/copy most of nori's because we don't know what info she actually had #i had a lot of fun writing articles for the fake newsletters :) #its a shame i made 85% of them too small to fucking read :) #and text editing in medibang paint is a fucking hassle so i'd have to go back and rewrite all of them :) #it's fine i'm fine #also this piece taught me a valuable lesson about layer management #the entire time i was like where is that layer why is that in the lineart folder why is that in the background folder #anyway. hopefully lesson learned #see ya'll after ep 4 drops