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CW - 18+, smut, really long fanfiction. Lots of words, went too big brain mode on this.

P.s. I noted the sections where smut was in case you just wanted the juicy parts (relatable). Also, I tried to stay with plot similar to the show, so spoiler warnings if you haven't started Wano yet. I literally just started it.

This was really fun to write and definitely was a full day hobby project because I have no self control or concept of taking breaks 🙃

Pretenses - You're a straw hat, and while you're not as strong as the monster trio, you can definitely hold your own and then some if nessacary.

Cockblocked in Wano

You had just arrived in Wano with Nami and the others. Finally, ready to be reunited with everyone, and secretly excited to see Law again.

After running into Luffy, you all made your way into the old ruins to gather an update from Kinemon. After being caught up, Kinemon began giving instruction to everyone about their role. You were the last to receive your instructions.

You were excited to find out what you could contribute to help everyone. Instead, you felt as if your eyes were going to pop out from how wide they became, in complete shock. T-there's no way, you told yourself.

Everyone continued on with doing as Kinemon said so he could provide the proper outfits for each role. You didn't even seem to notice your clothes become a blue floral kimono and your hair now in a bun being held by a beautiful hair pin. You were kind of dissapointed you didn't have a more important task, but the shock was still there. As you came back to reality, it seemed like everyone was already trying to head outside, until you spoke up.

"Wait, why don't I have my own role?"

"My apologies, y/n, I did not have another role in mind. I felt it was best to put you with someone to provide assistance in gathering the nessacary troops," Kinemon answered.

Law came back into the ruins to fetch you, making everything set in completely. I have to be with Law for a whole 2 weeks and pretend to be his wife!?! Noticing the blush spread across your face as you were drowning in your own thoughts, Law caught your focus with a sigh.

"If you don't want to, that's fine, I'm sure you'd rather be partnered with one of your own crewmates," he said, sounding a bit annoyed at the inconvenience.

"N-no, it's fine. Plus, I know you won't bring me more trouble than I bargained for. You think things through so I know I can rely on you if anything happens,". You wanted to say more, but seeing Laws lips turn into a slight smirk you thought it better to just stop talking. It was true though. As much as you appreciated the spontaneous nature of your captain and fellow crewmates, you felt most confident when you had more details and facts to rely on. Knowing your enemy and even your environment can help end a fight more quickly and more efficiently. Or maybe, just maybe, you had anxiety. Which is also perfectly understandable.

"Then shall we be off...y/n?" Law said after finally coming up with a fake name for you.

"Definitely!" You said with appreciation for his thoughtfulness. You had a feeling he was always going to be a few steps ahead of you, as per usual. You both followed the others outside.

And then everything went to hell in a hand basket.

You all started to notice something flying, fast. The huge mass had a very commanding presence.

Yep, that's Kaido.

*time skip to after Luffy and Law dissappear after Kaido*

You had no idea where your partner in crime was, nor your captain. You knew Luffy could hold his own, it was Law you weren't sure about. Rather than go hunting for them, you all decided to go into your roles. Not really sure where to go, you decided to follow Sanji, knowing he wouldn't find you to be a burden. It wasn't that you couldn't hold your own, you were actually quite powerful. However, your task was simply to assist with passing out flyers to future fellow fighters, so you followed the cook in putting up a soba stall.

"I'm so glad I get to spend some alone time with you, y/n~," Sanji said with hearts for eyes.

"Yeah, I guess it's more efficient than trying to hunt down Law right now," you said, not being able to hide the dissapointment in your voice. Sanji noticed the worry on your face, even if he was a little jealous of your attention being focused on another man, he was still your friend and wanted to be there for you.

"You sure you're ok with this?" He asked, trying to help shoulder your troubles.

"Yeah, I just hope he's ok. Not that he's not powerful. Anyway, let's get to work!" You said, deciding to distract yourself with the task at hand.

*time skip to Law showing up*

It had become dark now, and you sat down next to the stall as Sanji began cleaning up from the hard day of cooking he just had. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head towards over your shoulder and looked up.

"So there's my partner, was wondering where you went," he said with a smirk, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"That should be my line!" You giggle as relief washes over your face.

"No time to chat, we've gotta go. Sanji, they're looking for you," Law suddenly became extremely serious.

"Who is?" Sanji asked.

"Kaidos men, we'll walk and talk," Law answered.

As you all moved together, you ran into Usopp and Franky. Law filled them in on the details and became interrupted as you saw a building get thrown into the air.

*time skip to when they get to Ebisu town, where Zoro supposedly was*

As you all sat together in the tiny home, you had a huge grin on your face. Who would've thought that the man next to you, who was so intelligent and strict, was also a huge nerd? You began to giggle thinking back to how excited Law was about Sanji's germa raid suit. Thinking about how Law was completely nerding out like a fan boy with a deadpan expression on his face started to make you giggle more. Law noticed how you began to hold your stomach from how hard you were laughing, and he began to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Whats got you giggling so much, sister?" Franky asked, matching Law's confusion.

"I was just thinking about how Law knew so much about the Sora Comics," you began giggling hysterically again, Franky and Usopp joining in your amusement.

Law instantly became flustered.

"I TOLD YOU ALREADY, THEY WERE POPULAR IN THE NORTH BLUE! EVERYONE WAS READING THEM!"

"I know, I know. It's just really cute when you nerd out like that. Plus, it's good to know I wasn't the only one who hated germa in the comics,".

Law started malfunctioning when you called his nerdiness "cute". With his whole face red he got up and stormed out of the house, making the excuse of needing fresh air. You gave him 3 minutes before you decided to follow his lead.

*sexy build up*

He was sitting, legs crossed, upon a freshly dusted off mat on the ground. You walked up behind him and placed your hand on his shoulder as you sat down beside him. With his eyes closed and brows furrowed, it looked like there was still a blush across his cheeks but you couldn't tell with it being so dark out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, but you really were cute. I'm also glad to know we share a similar interest," you said cheerfully, trying to bring the mood back up. Cute. There it was again. He looked like he wanted to say something, then began stammering until he just gave up and sighed. Finally opening his eyes, he just stared straight ahead as if he was trying to puzzle his thoughts together.

"It makes me happy to get the opportunity to know more about you. Really makes the mysterious, cunning Surgeon of Death even more attractive than you already were," you brought a hand to your mouth, shocking both you and Law at the realization of what you had just said. Then his face began to soften as he turned his gaze to you. He ended up letting out a small chuckle at seeing you sitting there as if still frozen with shock. The sound of the low chuckle broke you out of your trance and you began to relax, thankful that he didn't look at you with disgust after finding out your true thoughts of him.

"Attractive, huh?" He said in a knowing tone, a smirk on his face as you started tripping over your words.

"U-uh...um...yeah,"

"Likewise,"

"Wait, huh?"

"You're pretty attractive as well," he looked away for a moment before looking back at you.

"I thought so when we first met, but didn't think much of it. After getting to know you in Dressrosa, the feeling grew. What about you?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, it's the same with me. At first I thought you seemed kinda scary back in Sabaody,".

Locking eyes with you now, it seemed like he was asking for permission for something. Noticing the puzzling expression he had, you felt the need to reassure him with a smile. However, you still felt the need to properly explain yourself.

"I-i mean, I don't find you scary anymore. Actually, thinking back, I think it was more of a feeling of intimidation. I wasn't that strong back then either, so the thought of ever having to hold my own against you was a bit anxiety inducing-,".

Before you could keep rambling, he cut you off with a soft kiss. It wasn't that long, but it felt like time had stopped and nothing in the world mattered but him. Your mind completely blank, you felt the tension in your shoulders release and the dull ache of pain that came with it. It seems you had been on edge the whole time, which looking back isn't all that surprising considering the bottled up feelings you had for him. No one knew, because you were too scared to tell anyone. Especially since you weren't sure in the beginning, but now, you're more sure of this than anything else.

As he pulled away, seemingly reluctantly, he locked eyes with you again and happily matched your smile with his own signature smirk but there was something new that you'd never seen before. There was a light in his eyes. You only saw them light up with anger in the heat of battle. This was the first time you felt that you were witnessing Law looking truly happy. Any of the questions bubbling up in your head about What are we? or Am I going to be a Heart Pirate now? were suddenly pushed aside with the new details you were taking note of while looking at his handsome face.

"That was amazing," you said dreamily, you wanted to slap yourself out of embarrassment with how hypnotized you knew you had looked.

"We should do it again sometime," he said with a flirty tone.

You instantly pressed your Thighs together. They weren't that open, but the sexiness of his voice was doing things to you below the waist. Suddenly, you were feeling a bit brave.

*sexy time ensues*

"How about...now?" You asked shyly, expecting him to refuse. He looked at you for a moment as you watched as his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed, hard. He leaned back into you, just barely away from your lips, awaiting for your physical invitation. As you leaned in closer, the kiss had started again. It started slow and became more needy and feverish. He licked your top lip, asking to deepen the kiss, and you allowed it. You then wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lifting yourself up to sit in his lap. You pressed your chest against his, causing him to lean back on one of his arms, which made his hat fall off as he tilted his head back. He broke the kiss, both of you panting for air as you looked into eachothers eyes. His expression hungry and predatory now. You started trailing your eyes down his face to his neck and they stayed there as you subconsciously bit your bottom lip. You decided to stop wasting time looking and decided to give in to your desire as your lips met the side of his neck. Kissing his neck until you found a comfortable spot to sit for a moment as you lightly sucked and bit the spot. You weren't there for more than a few moments, thinking it wouldn't be a good idea to mark him no matter how badly you wanted to. He sucked in his breath, head falling back more as you went a little lower to his collarbone. You kissed and sucked at the defined bone structure until you heard a hushed groan.

"There, you can leave a mark there,".

It was as if he had known what you were wanting to do to him. You hovered for a moment, admiring the rise and fall of his chest in the moonlight. As much as you'd like to see more of his exposed skin, you'd have to settle for the portion of his chest that was seeable thanks to his sluttily open kimono. Law let out a frustrated groan as he became impatient, having no idea that you were actually admiring him, he grabbed a handful of your ass with his free hand. You pushed him back onto the mat, forcing him to lay down. You looked down at him, which allowed him to drink up the view of you on top of him, outlined in light blue moonlight. He sucked in his breathe as you dove your head back towards his neck, going back to his collarbone to finish what you started. You kissed, sucked, and then sank your teeth into him. You deeply sucked on the small bite mark, making it viewable even in the darkness of the night. You went back to being face to face with him, wanting another makeout session. Just when you were only seconds away from having your lips on his, you hear a voice from inside the house.

*PAUSE THE SEXY MUSIC! We got cockblocked guys 😔*

"Uh, where's Sangoro?" Usopps voice said.

"Didn't he say something about spying on girls in the bath house?" Franky continued.

Shit.

You hadn't thought about it until now, but you realize you don't remember him being in the house with you all before you and Law started sharing this moment.

After realizing your lack of acknowledgement of your missing crewmate, you sat up and face palmed yourself.

"Damn straw hats, I swear," Law said annoyed. It was clear he was sexually frustrated about being cockblocked due to Sanji's pervertedness.

"Sorry," you offered a dissapointed smile to Law, begging for forgiveness. How could you overlook a missing crewmate?

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," he said reassuringly, "I didn't notice he was gone either. Not that I'm mad he's gone. I didn't like the idea of you being all alone with that pervert," he sat up and crossed his arms. With furrowed brows he released another frustrated sigh and grabbed his hat.

"Hang on just a moment. Wait right here for me please," you say, clearly scheming something. Before Law can protest, you stand up above him and walk towards the frantic house. Law watched as you walked towards the house, then down at himself. His once hard erection beginning to lose blood flow due to his annoyance for Sanji. I am so going to go after you first if we become enemies, Sanji, he thinks to himself. He sits still and waits, just like you told him, and starts listening to your crews conversation from in the house.

"Franosuke, Usohachi, why don't you guys go look for Sangoro at the bathhouse nearby, while Law and I stay here in case he comes back?" you asked with a confident smile, knowing they're going to think that's a good idea on your part. Until Usopp opens his mouth.

"Wait, why do you and Law get to relax here? What if that t rex guy shows back up? That's not fair! You just want to be alone with him!" Usopp was unfortunately right on the money, but you were prepared for this due to his squeamish nature.

"Mr.Yasuie? Are the bathhouses in this country seperated or mixed?" You ask, already sure you know the answer.

"Some are seperate, but most are mixed. The closest one here is mixed. I wouldn't recommend you go though, y/n, ma'am. Most of the women around here don't have as many curves as you do, wouldn't want those men getting their hands on a pretty thing like you," he said smiling all the while.

You smiled triumphantly, but this battle wasn't over yet.

"Why can't Law go, you can protect yourself!" Usopp once again protests.

"Because, it's a bathhouse. Law has his jolly Roger tattooed all over himself. Even if this is Wano, they know what pirates are. And Laws jolly Roger looks nothing like Kaido's. That'd bring unnecessary attention to all of us," you argue back, you start to think up another excuse until you see Usopps face become skeptical, the debating lawyer look now faded from his face and voice. Bingo! We have a winner.

"Oh, ok. That actually makes sense since we're trying to lay low," Usopp says as Franky nods in agreement.

"You sure it's ok for us to split up again?" Franky asks, still needing a little push to be convinced.

"Yeah, you guys are strong enough to hold your own if the enemy shows up. Even moreso if you can find Sanjiii-I mean, Sangoro. In the case you do get captured, it wouldn't be good if they caught all 5 of us at once," you say, hoping you just put the final nail in the coffin.

And with that, they started to head off.

"Ok, we're going, but call me on the snail if anything happens or if Sangoro comes back,"

"I will,"

"Oh, one more thing," Usopp leans in to whisper to you, "Don't let nerd alert make you fall for him. He's been eyeing you up ever since we left that dinosaur in the dust. If he tries anything funny, use this,".

Usopp hands you 2 little red seeds.

"What's this?"

"They're puff puff plants. They release a red mist and if it touches your face it feels like it's burning your face off-"

"Nope" you say as you shove them back into his hand.

"But what if he tries something? What if he hurts you?"

"Usohachi, as much as I appreciate you looking out for me, we both know I can hold my own. Plus, I trust him," you say reassuringly.

"You trust him? Well I guess I can hang that 'don't fall for him' mess up. It's too late, you've already been infected," he shrugged.

"Alright, when he gives your heart over to the navy to become a warlord again, I don't wanna hear it," he said crossing his arms.

"Hey, he needs this alliance just as much as we do. And don't worry, if he does give my heart to the navy, I won't complain. Won't have anyone to blame but myself, so I won't cry to you about it,"

"YEAH, BECAUSE YOU'LL BE DEAD!" Usopp yelled as he and Franky exited the house. You made sure to flip him off before turning to Franky.

"Good luck Franosuke! Come back safe!" You waved as they went off into the night.

"Well miss y/n, I'll be retiring for the night. I'm sorry I can't offer you any nice places to sleep or any blankets, I only have one and I'm skin and bones!" Yasuie laughed.

"That's ok, we'll come back inside and sleep on the floor if you don't mind,"

"Not at all, goodnight!" He said as he walked to his room and closed the door behind him.

*sexy part resumes*

You jogged back to where Law was waiting patiently, feeling horrible for how long it took to convince Usopp to leave.

As you walked up to him, he looked peaceful. With his arms under his head, back to the large mat on the ground, eyes looking at the stars. You got closer and noticed that his hat was off again as you laid down next to him. You looked up at the night sky with him for a moment until you decided to speak.

"Sorry about taking so long. I didn't expect to play lawyer with Usopp,"

"It's ok, and I get why he's worried. I'm not a very open personality like most people,"

"That's another quality I like about you, just makes me want to know more,"

"I will say though, I didn't get why he thinks I'd betray you,"

"Me either, after all you told Luffy you wouldn't. Not that I wasn't skeptical at first, but I've learned that you're always honest,"

He glanced over at you gazing at the sky. He didn't expect to be this comfortable around you. This feels almost foreign to him. There was only one other person he remembered being alone with like this and that was a long time ago and in a different sense. He snapped out of his memories as he sees you suddenly shiver.

"Cold?"

"It is a little chilly," you say as you look back at him. Before you can take your eyes off of him, he's getting up and above you. Pinning you as he puts his hands on the ground. He looks into your eyes seeing a reflection of both himself and the starry sky.

"Figured I could be a gentleman and warm you up," he says.

Damn. There it is again. That sultry voice.

You begin to brace yourself off the ground and up into him, but he swoops down to kiss you before the thought becomes an action. It feels like a do over from earlier. Kiss starting slow and then burning into something more again. However, you don't plan to hesitate this time. It was even later into the night, around 2 a.m. now. Everyone in the village would definitely be asleep. He starts trailing down from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck. You suppose that now it was his turn to leave a mark, and he wastes no time doing so. As he makes work of your neck, making it sting so sweetly, one of his hands trails down to the bottom opening of your kimono, sliding his hand up the side of your thigh. He moves to another part of your neck to make yet another mark and moves his hand up to your hip, unintentionally loosening the bow of your kimono and giving him more of your skin to feel. He stops for a moment, hovering over you, he removes his hand from your hip. You whine in frustration at the loss of contact. He let's out a low chuckle as he moves to look down at you.

"How far do you want to take this, y/n?" He asks looking down at you carefully to read your expressions. You shot him a lustful and longing look and before he could start to say "Use your words,", you bucked your hips up in the air to meet his. You let out a quiet moan, never breaking eye contact as you felt his need to be inside you. That made something in him snap into his own desire. The once careful and cautious look of furrowed brows and frowning, now a dangerous smirk with half lidded glazed over eyes. He kept eye contact with you as he lowered his bottom half onto you, grinding against where you needed him most. As he began biting his lip, he slipped one hand under one of your knees to spread your legs out for him, trying to get as much friction as possible. You put a hand over your mouth, not trying to wake up any neighbors with your feverish cries. He stops for a moment, somehow regaining his senses enough to look around and really make sure no one was out and about. Once he makes sure the coast is clear, he takes an extra precaution.

"Room,".

A blue filter surrounded the 2 of you. He wanted to make sure that if someone were to walk upon you 2, that it wouldn't cause another interruption. He couldn't handle stopping now.

"Law, what're you-aaa," you cut yourself off with a moan as Law brought 2 fingers to your entrance and his thumb to your sensitive bud. And he gave a devilish smirk as he realized just how wet you were for him. All for him.

"I wanted to make sure there were no more interruptions like the perverted cook situation," he whispered into your ear as he slowly inserted his fingers into you. Once he was in he began curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot as he rubbed small circles into your clit. You involuntarily bucked your hips to met his rhythm as he started working on you. He contemplates biting and sucking on your ear, but your moans made it evident you needed help with muffling them out, so he kisses you. And he kisses you more desperately then before. He has quite a way of surprising you. It's almost as if he's been planning this moment for a while, taking mental notes on what to do if the moment ever came. He was thoughtful and strategic like that, which made him even hotter.

As he removes his lips from yours, he takes his fingers away at the same time. Denying you the pleasure of having one sensation without the other at the moment. Then he finally opens his kimono, making quick work of stripping his undergarments. You decide to follow his lead, opening the front of the light blue clothing. Before you can remove your panties, he's already doing it. He takes a moment to appreciate the feast in front of him, feeding his eyes at your bare flesh, noticing every freckle, scar, birthmark, all of it. He loves all of you even more than he already did. It felt like the final puzzle piece falling into place. And it was everything he wanted and more still. You were just as transfixed as he was. Studying every single detail of his tattoos as you could. How godly he looked, bare and bathed in moonlight.

"Hey, don't tell me I've bewitched you or sometheing" Law said jokingly, but there was enough worry in his voice to tell you you've been spaced out for a little too long.

"Hmm...what...uh yeah, I-I mean no...sorry," you were tripping and fumbling over your words, trying desperately to form coherent words and sentences.

He looked at you with a smile that was a mixture of the pride in the fact that he had made you a mumbling mess and of how much he adored how cute you were.

"Law,"

"Yes? Able to speak now?"

You nodded, a little embarrassed for feeling so dumbfounded under this extraordinarily intelligent man.

"What is it, y/n?"

"I need you,".

He let out another low chuckle and pressed his chest against yours. He then had his lips next to your ear as he dangerously spoke.

"Tell me how badly you need me, y/n," he said has he lined himself up with your entrance. You practically feel that he was smirking without even looking at him.

"F-fuck, I need you in every conceivable way possible," you whimpered, hoping desperately that he had heard you quiet plea. And oh, he definitely did.

He slowly sheathed himself within you, taking the opportunity to hear every lewd noise you let out as you felt him become one with you. His pace started slow, controlled, but it seemed as time went by he felt more and more the need to lose himself within you. All the bottled up feelings that had been bubbling up between you was being taken out on your body with every rhythmic thrust, becoming quicker and more aggressive by the second. He made sure to keep rubbing circles into your clit, wanting to make sure you enjoyed every second of this. That was the only consistent controlled place of motion he kept on you as he gave in to the rolling of his hips and need to make you his. The louder you got, the more it sounded like praise to his ears. Paying attention to both of your needs as he listened to every beautiful sound you made under him. Once you started to sound a bit too loud, he crashed his lips to yours. He knew that if someone were to show up that he wouldn't have the energy to stop anymore. The coil in your stomach was tightening, you were almost there. You were about to speak up about it, but Laws mouth was still on yours. So, you let your body tell him instead. Walls tightening around him as he gasps, thrusting through every wave of your high until he reaches his own. He looks at you, a bewildering questioning look on his face, sweaty and flush.

"Cum in me," you say, and he does so.

Once he finally catches his breath, he slowly pulls out of you and plops down beside you on his side. He lifts his head to look at the mess he made of your lower half and it's quite a sight. Almost enough to make him want a second round, but quickly dismisses the thought when he looks back at your face. Your eyes are closed, lips slightly parted as you're still trying to get your breathing under control.

"Sorry for dirtying your kimono," he giggles proudly, pressing a kiss to your temple. He's never been more sure of anything in his life as much as he is about you right now.

"If you really feel guilty about it, buy me a new one," you smile at him, eyes dreamily again.

"I don't feel guilty in the slightest about any of this," he smirks.

You giggle as you turn towards him and kiss him, your body shudders, breaking the kiss.

"Whats wrong, is it difficult to move?" He becomes worried so quickly you'd think his personality switched.

"U-Uh, no. Just...um...we should definitely look for a way to clean me up. Kind pouring out like a faucet down there," you say shyly.

He follows your gaze as you open your legs, revealing quite the mess. If the kimono wasn't dirty a moment ago, it definitely was now.

Luckily he had another kimono packed in his bag, he used shambles to get you both inside, switching your bodies with the 2 seeds Usopp had left on the table even after you refused to take them.

He cleaned you both up with a small water bottle of clean water that he had kept secret and a rag from his bag and gave you his second kimono. Of course, it had his jolly Roger on it, and you knew Usopp was going to give you hell when they got back.

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one group on one day. One group on one day. it's always that. it's always that for people like us.I feel like I'm going insane. It's just 9/11 in America all over again. I wasn't even born for that. But you can just feel it all around you. And now we have the sequel, across the world. But it's used the same way. 7/23. Can't wait for the memes /s. This one thing happens therefore we can dedicate multiple months to killing all of you just making you suffer stripping your dignity you don't deserve anything and we'll make the world hate you because fxck you and then the world goes along with it because nothing good ever happens and I just want to escape from this but every time I go on tumblr it's just this and I know if I ever stop seeing this it means that the worst has happened anyway

and then people try to act like YOU'RE the bigot because you're trying to hold a country's government and military force responsible for war crimes just because the country has its branding in minority groups. How about I make this crystal clear: I don't give a flying fxck about what Israel is, it's what it's doing that matters. I'd be saying nearly the same shzt if they were PERSIAN, and that is MY ETHNICITY. I literally do not care. It doesn't matter. Because killing people is wrong and that should not be a controversial statement but I guess some people like the sound of screams in the morning. The Palestinian death toll has surpassed the 7/23 death toll. And it's still going. And not all the deaths have even been accounted for because bodies are still buried under rubble. Because they're still bombing people and they won't stop. And no one will make them stop.

like I don't give a fxck about Hamas either, I heard some of the members did genuinely say some like directly quoted antisemitic shzt and also they like condoned a racist caricature of a black woman in a magazine I think but I'm not sure about the second one (I know the magazine thing definitely happened but I'm not sure of their like involvement at all-) like. I don't need to suck there dzcks like some people do it's one group of fxcks like I don't. They're just the excuse being used for this. You're bombing the entire population of a country where the majority population is fzcking tater tots. You're attacking children. You are killing children. Paint yourself purple. Dammit. Just. Again it's 9/11 all over again but in another country.

even then like it's like. You know that trope in cartoons that shows up more often than you'd think that was in like Avatar and Korra and RWBY I think where there's like a fictional minority that is oppressed and wants rights and then active protest is represented by an evil terrorist group who attacks people and is the villains of the media and passive protest is always portrayed as good and active protest is evil and there's no nuance and also they just frame the group as just like evil spawned out of nowhere not addressing that they literally would not exist if not for the truly evil system of oppression that basically created them. Like.

You know Hamas only exists because Palestinians were already treated like shzt right? Like they were already displaced and didn't consent to the whole Israel thing and like look up Nakba it's fzcking awful like. Hamas is just a symptom of the disease and there will just be another Hamas if you try to knock it down without actually like. Doing anything about. the fact that Palestinians are oppressed. but people will just act like you can keep punching at Hamas like that'll result in anything like they're the flowers not the roots y'know-

also I'm calling it here, this entire thing is gonna definitely be used down the line by Neo-nazis I mean it kinda already is being used to justify antisemitism but like I saw the stuff of people trying to redefine antisemitism to be synonymous with antizionism and make isrseli and jewish synonymous and to basically gatekeep jewishness from anti-zionist jews (I'm not kidding I actually saw shzt like that) and it's like. Y'all they're gonna turn around in a year or two like "ohhh look at the big bad scary jews- I mean Israelis their identity is literally tied to the genocide of Palestinians they are inherently evil there is no denying it!" (Ignoring the fact that the USA and other bastards of colonization did the same shzt as Israel literally the same story history is repeating itself but we have social media brands this time-). And then like what the fxck do you do about it when the word antisemitic now means anticolonialist so no one takes it seriously anymore. What the fxck are you supposed to do about that. And when they probably made themselves right because they probably contributed to Palestinian Genocide themselves they don't care they're just using them as props in their fxcking jew hatred. But like. Yeah you are now tied to this nationality that is tied to fxcking genocide what do you do? It's like perfect to use for fearmongering around Jewish people since the shzt they used before somehow worked despite literally being pulled out of their xss istg like where the fxck did any of the bank stuff come from like. The fzck?-

im tired. I'm so tired. Both in the literal "It's past 1am" sense and the less literal "make the stop" sense.

I just don't want people to die. I just want people to be happy. I just want people to not suffer but every day it feels like it's getting worse and I just want something to change for the better and I'm scared. Why do people act like it's a bad thing to not want people to suffer? I don't understand. I just. I just don't understand. I. am I naive? For this?

does this wish make me naive?

#I can't take it anymore #I want to cry

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aley-nag · 3 months

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Bumpy road, pretty result

Whoaaaa. This one...

The next fanfiction I bound was Cinder and Smoke by @thelittleblackfox. I lover their work to pieces. They write incredible thought out Stucky!AU's with a lot of fantasy aspects or really good scifi and I wanted badly to do one of their fics, but waited til I was a little happier with my results and could make a pretty cover. We decided together on this one and I started formatting... And then I stopped for a long while because Word is the devil.

Cinder & Smoke is a western!AU and just about the most romantic thing I've ever read. It has yearning and a little angst and a very distinct vibe that feels like Fernweh and wilderness and change. Go read it!

I worked on it between June and December 23 and Christmas was the only reason I finished it this quickly, but I did not want to leave it unfinished for the turn of the year.

Sadly I don't have a lot of pictures, but when I'm finished with my copy I'll post some more.

Now we'll come to the journey it was to finish this!

It started out rather uncomplicated, because I thought I had gotten the hang of formatting and then, when I tried adjusting the font and overall look of the text body Word kept killing the italics. And I googled and tried and experimented and I just couldn't get it to stop. I was so frustrated, oh god. It put me off a little and I had to leave it for a while. When I came back around to it I found a slightly butchered solution, that works though so I won't question it. After that formatting went smoother and I was able to bind it. I used paper from that same supplier that fucked up my paper order for the covers from the notebooks. But only after I had it printed I noticed that it was cut crooked and wouldn't cleanly fold in half. I despaired a little, said fuck it and hoped it wouldn't be to noticeable. I think it's alright.

Binding went really well and I think that's the cleanliest job I did to this date.

Did the endbands by hand to match the color scheme I was aiming for. Because of the title I wanted to invoke fire and used primarily black and red for the coloring.

Then came the cover. First of all, don't use black bookcloth. You will see every. single. mistake. Also dust and glitter... I brushed this thing so often, you wouldn't believe it.

And I tried different vinyl. I couldn't find the right shade of red I wanted, it's a little hard to source it around here so I went an entirely different route and used golden glitter vinyl. What I didn't know until after I plotted the design: The glitter has texture. I couldn't see a single cut-line. I had to keep the picture open to work along the edges and not rip the letters. Still lost all of the i-points 😭

The flower was pretty easy though. Glueing it on was also quite hard because it just wouldn't hold and I got glitter everywhere. Which let to more brushing but I'm afraid mailing it destroyed all that work :D

Anyway. I am sooo happy with how it turned out I instantly forgot about all annoyances and was able to mail it before the end of the year and that was a really satisfying last project, so all is well :)

This was also the first time I had the idea of choosing a little icon for the author's penname because most of the time I don't have enough space for the entire name. I reworked all of the other books to accomodate that.

Binding Details

Body Text: Garamond, 11

Half Title/Chapter Heading: Gold Lines Trial, 20

Full Title: Carnivalee Freakshow, 48

Word Count: 57.197

Pages: 232

Paper: publishing paper A4, 90g, 1,5x volume (from the retailer from hell :/)

#fanbinding #bookbinding journey

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emoangel44 · 2 months

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HI RAXZ IT TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED AS IT'S BEEN A WEEK BUT!!! DURING ALL THAT I DIDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOUR FIC/S It's just one of those pieces of fanwork that leaves so much of an impression on someone, that it just ends up sticking and changing what you initially thought of a character, because of how well done the things most would just move aside or chalk up for simple reasons. you seem to be the only person who really does get Chara like no other, and I hope it's not strange to say you write them almost as if you know them or you are them that I'm sorta afraid nothing else will live up to how you written them and asriel in ur fan fic LOL but no matter... i will prevail. I love how you were able to portray charas self hate and self harm, i love how you didn't hold back on the ugly side of it and how far and disturbing it can be especially for someone as young as chara. There's just something so realistic about it that don't see alot anywhere else.

I also like how you made asriel be childish, childish in a way a kid can be bratty or selfish(?) in the first half, that might not be a good descriptor but my puter is lagging from the many many words I've written for this ask so I'm making do </3 the point is you really know how to write these kids. Also enjoy that the tone of each fic is starkly different from one another, asriels pov feels grounded in comparison to charas inner thoughts

HOPEFULLY this all makes a little sort of sense, I've read both of ur fics three times so I'm praying it does, amen. ANYWAYS……. Love ur brain, would love to hear any thoughts you have on utdr in general if you ever decide to share em…. godbless. perhaps i couldve worded this better in a diffrent time but oh well, we ball. i hope u have a great day emoangel44🫡 will be looking forward for ur new utdr stuff

FIORE!!! i have been waiting for this day.. thank you so much. ive had several people say that i really get chara including like, literal veteran chara fans. its very nice to hear, theyre pretty important to me as a character. which is rather funny because the only analysis ive ever actually written on them that wasnt fanfiction was an essay on how i think theyre kind of actually a little poorly written LOL. to understand someone you have to know their weakpoints i guess... even if on a meta level.

for my asriel interpretation i try to incorporate a lot of "flowey-isms" as i say. the way i see asriel is that he was always a bit of a bratty, selfish kid that struggled with low empathy. he chooses to do what he thinks is right because he knows its right and not because it provides him with positive feelings himself... i think thats even more admirable. as opposed to this is think chara is high empathy which is part of the reason they did what they did. asriel is just way more of a people person than chara and so comes off as more understanding, charas just naturally a bit off-putting no matter how hard they try not to be.

chara and asriel are quite different people so i tried to make that clear in how i write their perspectives. chara is kind of stuck in their own head and lives in a world with walls of misery and think prose. theyre very direct but also very metaphorical. its a weird combination but it gets easier to write when taking in account their canon dialogues (one day youll get a fic from me with a more light hearted tone where chara will get to make their dog puns and nerd jokes. maybe). this is also the reason i write them with a strange mix of first and second person. it just feels natural for our narrator.

asriel on the other hand is much much more of an emotional person and is much less formal in how he thinks. he has a lot more filler words and "i-think"s and "i-feel"s and such.

i figure ill write a bit on what inspired each fic.

for my chara fic, i actually started writing it while bored in class. it was inspired a narration line in one of the fights in undertale, the one i used for the summary. the main thing i wanted to play with was metaphors and metaphors upon metaphors. mainly related to charas self hatred though the lense of soil and dirt and flowers and gardens because of course.

for my asriel fic, the main thing i wanted to play with was, quite obviously, writing from asriels perspective. i had already written 2 fics from charas perpective (the 1st one isnt as good as the other two and was mostly written as a characterization and perspective test) so i figured it was time to give him a turn, especially since it we only realy got a peak and asriels personality through charas eyes and i wanted to show it off more. the other thing that the fic ended up centering on is something my friend said to me about how they felt my chara characterization was screaming to be understood under all the hurt. basically the thesis of this fic is "asriel did not fully get chara but he was also the closest anyone ever got by a long shot which counts for something".

if youd like to see my other undertale stuff, here is some poetry ive written about chara (and asriel), here is my art tag which is full of stuff with them (alternatively, just use my undertale tag if you dont want art of anything else), here are my chara and asriel playlists that i always listen to while writing, and here is that chara essay i mentioned.

speaking of my thoughts on utdr... i actually dont post the majority of them. but id absolutely love to talk about them. so if you (or anyone else) have any questions about my thoughts on utdr or want to start a discussion about it Please do. Im actually begging you. i need more engagement guys send me asks. thank you for reading this absurdly long response

#raxz.ask #undertale

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oneforthemunny · 10 months

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hi i've sent in this ask a couple of times, but if u dont want to do it/are too busy/didn't see it because tumblr sucks i understand and im not trying to be a bitch i just feel like you'd do this great

eddie: modern!eddie

word: fanfiction

genre: any! ily!

I got the asks! it takes me a while to get through them all honestly, and with the blurbs they take me a little bit longer than mosts asks bc it's making up a story ya know? I'm trying to get to them as I get ideas, so not ignoring them, I just don't want to half ass answer them especially the blurbs lol.

but I was actually about to answer this one bc an idea just came to me lol via tiktok so enjoy! I went the fluff route with this one :)

"Stopping when I've read a fanfiction about them?" Eddie grumbled against your chest, his cheek smushed into your collarbone, watching as you lazily scrolled through TikTok.

You snorted lightly, the video ending the second Obama popped up, liking the video and scrolling to the next. Eddie's brows furrowed, looking up at you. "What's that?"

"What's what?" You hummed, watching the time lapse of a wax melting video.

"A fanfiction." Eddie asked, head tilting up to look at you.

You blinked at him for a moment. "What?" You grinned.

Eddie pouted. "What is that?"

"Fanfiction?" You raised a brow. "Like made up stories people write about characters."

Eddie blinked, frowning lightly in confusion. "Wait," He raised up, hovering over you so he could look at you fully. "Characters like... like what kind of characters?"

"Eddie, oh my god," You huffed, shoving his chest lightly, eyes rolling in annoyance. "Just fucking Google it. You're irritating me."

Eddie pouted but fished out his phone, typing on it for a second before rolling over beside you, arms propped up to hold his phone centimeters in front of his face. "Oh... Oh wow," Eddie muttered, tongue poking out in concentration. He typed for a moment, before his brows shot up. "Rick and Morty fanfiction-"

"Eddie, stop." You snapped, shoving the screen out of your face. "You better stop before you see something you don't want to." You warned, a pointed look at him that he ignored, until moments later when his eyes bulged, setting the phone face down beside him.

Eddie laid back on your chest, your free hand moving to his curls while he moved back into you. You scrolled for a moment, Eddie unusually quiet until...

"Wait...who's writing fanfiction about Obama?"

#oneforthemunny #vivisblurbgame #munnytalks #modern!eddie munson

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goopsploob · 3 months

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soobin somnophilia fanfiction here have fun

tw!!! mentions of rape also straight up like noncon in the beginning i believe

warnings: oral (m recieving), face fucking, somnophilia, noncon (?), reader hath a Vergina and wears panties

my first post on tumblr sorry if i fricked it up giys idk what any of these buttons do also i dont write lol

you were peacefully sleeping when you heard shifting from beside you. you turned over to face your best friend of almost five years now, soobin. he was laying on his stomach and his face was scrunched up. was he having a nightmare? you were about to wake him up when you noticed movement under the covers near soobin's hips.

you were a bit confused, but ultimately paid no mind to it and still went to wake soobin up. your hand was centimeters away from soobin's shoulder when soobin faintly.. moaned? 'n-no way,' you thought. 'i'm too dirty minded.' you blushed a bit and tried to snap yourself out of it, but you noticed movement under the sheets near soobin's hips, which was speeding up by the seconds.

'okay, this just has to be my perverted brain playing tricks on me, right? i should just try to go back to sleep. on the other hand, though, i.. i just want to know what he could possibly be doing..' you gave into your curiosity and finally peeled back the covers what was going on, letting out a gasp at what you saw. soobin's hand was under his own crotch and he was pathetically thrusting into his own palm.

seeing this, you let out a small whimper and felt a strong throbbing under your pants. still trying to push these insane thoughts about your innocent best friend away frantically, the logical side of your brain knew that soobin was a human with needs, and things like this were just bound to happen.

you were about to turn away, cover your ears, and try to sleep.

that plan was soon shut down when you heard soobin moan again. something that caught you extremely off guard.

"y/n.. ah- your mouth is so- mmh, so warm- mmh~ faster.. ngh- so good.."

you were soaking your panties at this point. you were staring at soobin's crotch, desperately wanting to just suck his balls dry. 'if i were to just suck him off while he was asleep, that would be rape.. but, its fine since he was already dreaming about me anyways, right?' you had to pick, and you ultimately picked your pussy over your brain.

you rolled soobin's body over so he was laying on his back, slowly as to not wake him up. you then stood up and went to the end of the bed, looking at soobin's sleeping body. your thoughts of logic were long gone by now, salivating at the sheer risk and excitement of what you were about to do.

at this point, soobin's mouth was still agape with his hips aggressively thrusting against his hand, showing no signs of stopping. you took ahold of soobin's ankles, spreading soobin's legs and kneeling in between them.

you then moved soobin's hand away from his crotch and he whined, thrusting into the air needily. you grabbed a hold of his hips and stilled them. finally, you gently peel away soobin's pants and boxers, stifling a gasp at what you saw.

immediately, a red flushed and angry leaking tip jumped up out of the fabric. below, was a vainy and giant shaft, with shiny globs of precum dripping down it. your jaw dropped. he was huge. you couldnt stand waiting any longer and finally took the tip into your mouth. god, his dick was delicious. you could only imagine how well it would feel for him to stuff you properly, the idea proving to soak your panties impossibly further.

soobin let out a loud moan at the first movement. you smiled around his cock.

you started going farther on his dick, sucking more aggressively and starting to bob your head up and down, getting encouraged by soobin's moans which had turned from airy gasps to intelligible words by now .

"fuck. just like that- ah, fuck. baby yes- ngh~"

soobin sounded straight out of one of your wet dreams, and a sense of pride swelled in you at the thought. you had caused soobin to make those noises.

soobin stirred a bit and you froze.

his eyes opened a bit and he looked down. he blinked in sleepy confusion.

"y/n?" he muttered in a rough morning voice.

you immediately pulled off and realized just what you had been doing for the past few minutes and quickly spit out, "oh my god soobin, im so sorry. i just raped you, holy shit im such a bad-"

soobin, still oblivious to the situation in his drowsy headspace, cut you off, "this is.. a dream, right? please keep sucking..."

you froze up once again, jaw dropped. 'soobin liked what you were doing? soobin thought this was a dream?' thousands of thoughts swarmed your brain as you conveniently had your agape mouth over soobin's still very erect cock.

soobin growled, swiftly sat up, and pushed your mouth onto his cock, choking you.

you very quickly adjusted to having soobin in your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks and started swirling your tongue around the tip, wanting to hear those sweet sounds you heard come out of soobin just a few minutes prior. and it worked.

soobin laid back down and let go of your head to put his arms beside him, gripping the sheets. he looked down at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

"oh, just like that, y/n. oh, fu- ah- so good. so perfect for me," soobin moaned loud in ecstasy.

you started taking soobin into your throat and his eyes widened. it was almost like an internal switch flipped inside of him. he grabbed your hair with both of his hands and held you down, fiercely fucking up into your hot mouth. sweat formed and was now dripping from soobin's brow, the pure ecstasy flowing through him making him throw his head back.

soobin couldn't hold on much longer, the overwhelming feeling of you taking over his senses. he wanted to savor it, though, as he wasn't sure when he'd be able to have a "dream" like this again. "oh, fuck- y/n, oh my g- ah! you take me so fucking well.."

you, in vain, tried to lift your head up, trying your very best not to choke. you hummed around soobin's cock which only served to worsen the issue. soobin, growling, thrust in your throat for a last time before finally letting loose. hot ropes of cum shot from the tip of his dick straight into the back of your throat, effectively choking you even more than you already had been.

soobin, panting, took his now flaccid cock and gave it some light tugs before wiping his forehead lazily, pulling the covers on himself, and trying to go back to sleep.

you sat there, throat sore from the abuse.

'what the fuck just happened?'

#soobin #txt #txt fanfic #tomorrow x together #soobin fanfic #evil #please read #ill krill myself #soobie boobie #txt soobin #soobin txt

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fantasyinallforms · 9 months

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Hello fellow bagginshield enjoyer and fantastic author of fanfiction! I offer you part of my nonexistent soul (Bagginshield took it all years ago) for "Roadtrip" for the summer writing prompts, if you feel so inclined. If not totally fine with me!! Much love, -E 🍻

I DO FEEL VERY INCLINED! Thank you for the prompt. 🥰 I took some liberties with the road trip prompt, but I'm very happy with the results, and I hope you are too! It ended up being just shy of 2k.

This was for the FOTFics Summer Prompts event!

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Title- Wrong Path, Right Choice {T}

Bilbo sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. This was not at all how he wanted this trip to go. His GPS told him this was a shortcut through the wooded area. After driving for over an hour and not seeing any sign of…well, anything, he knew he was in trouble. He was only on this road trip because four months of intense writer's block had put a dead stop to his next novel. His editor recommended he take an adventurous holiday to get the juices flowing. Well recommended was a strong word. His editor and cousin Prim had a car and cabin in the mountains booked for him in under a week of his tentative agreement. He had started coming around to the idea as the trip approached. He didn't mind driving, and the scenery between Michel Delving and the Misty Mountains was beautiful. However, 30 hours in a car is still 30 hours in a car, and a lot can go wrong in that time. Like right now as he sat at the side of the road in a steaming car that would not start. Not that he wanted to try after the sound it made right before it died. The icing on top of the cake…no cell service.

Bilbo got out of the car and did a cursory inspection of the vehicle. He couldn't tell you what he was looking for, but it seemed better (and maybe safer) than sitting in the car. Eventually, he just kicked the tire and sat on the trunk with his head in his hands. He had surprisingly little time to wallow in his misery when a beat-up dark blue truck pulled up behind him. Bilbo tensed.

"Hey, are you alright?" He was not expecting to hear a low, gruff baritone voice, and it temporarily shocked him out of his suspicion.

"Yes, I'm fine. I don't know if I can say the same for the car." The man stepped fully out of the truck, and the look of him made Bilbo falter. He was very attractive. He had long silver-streaked black hair currently spilling out of a messy bun. He was big with broad shoulders and a stern disposition. Very fit but not in a bodybuilder way, more in a practical way. Bilbo looked back at the still-steaming engine to hide the shock and blush on his face.

"Have you called a tow truck for it yet?" Bilbo couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or just not a conversationalist. He sounded very matter-of-fact. He waited to hear Bilbo's explanation of no cell service before ducking his head back into the truck. “My name is Thorin Oakenshield, by the way.” He placed what looked like an odd walkie-talkie in his lap and walked to the front of the car to pop the hood. Bilbo was distracted by the way Thorin’s muscles seemed to ripple under the very thin shirt he was wearing. He sat there stupidly for a moment until he remembered himself.

“I’m Bilbo…..Baggins! Bilbo Baggins. Thank you for this?” He held up the little phone. “I’m not sure what it is or how to use it, however.” He felt the weight on the car shift as Thorin walked back around.

“It’s a satellite phone. You should be able to use it like any regular handheld phone.” Bilbo was getting a little agitated by the man's clipped tone.

“Well, thank you, but I don't have the number for a tow truck memorized.” Bilbo held the phone back to him with perhaps a little more attitude than usual. This was already a trying day, and his patience was thin enough already without being made to look the fool.

“Press and hold three, that should call the forestry service. Tell them you’re half a mile past road marker 14 on the River Running Crossroad.” Thorin returned to his truck as Bilbo made the call. Twenty minutes and a frankly ridiculous amount of money later, a tow truck was on its way. The ETA was two hours. Bilbo let out a long-suffering sigh and leaned back onto the car's back windshield. He heard Thorin laugh for the first time since meeting him and sat back up. His annoyance overcame his manners, and he snapped a little.

“I very much appreciate your assistance Mr. Oakenshield, but I’m not in the mood to be laughed at.” Bilbo hopped off the trunk and pushed the phone into Thorin’s chest. “You can go back to wherever it is you live and pat yourself on the back for your good samaritan work for the day.”

“Let me guess. It’ll take two hours for the truck to arrive, and it costs three times as much as you thought it might.” Thorin sounded very sure of himself.

“I…Yes,” Bilbo replied sourly.

“Well, come on then, you might as well wait in the back of the truck. Better than standing around.” Thorin started walking back towards his truck.

“Wait! You’re not leaving?” Despite his outburst, there was a pinch of relief in his voice. He was surrounded by dense trees on both sides of him, and if he was being honest, he had absolutely no idea where he was.

“It’ll be dark in less than an hour. Would you rather I left?” His voice conveyed he knew exactly what his response would be, and he scrambled over to the truck bed. He looked at it wearily. He had just met this mysterious mountain man and was apprehensive about climbing into a truck with him, regardless of how unbelievably attractive he was.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve noticed there are not a lot of people on this road. Why were you on it?” Thorin had the gall to look amused.

“What were you doing on a forestry road? When Bilbo didn't answer, he replied to his first question, “Look up and northeast of here to your left. That’s a fire watch tower. My tower. You’re not the first to turn off on this road and break down. Most people stick to the Greenway, but an unlucky few split off.”

“Wait, so you live up there?” Bilbo had to admit a place in the middle of nowhere with peace and quiet for weeks sounded like a dream. It intrigued him enough that he made to climb into the truck only to realize that no matter how you sliced it, he was far too short to climb into the back with any level of grace. He looked nervously at Thorin, who lost none of his previous amusement. In one effortless swoop, he picked up Bilbo by the hips and sat him on the tailgate before climbing in after him.

“I live there half the year. I’m a fire lookout.”

“Doesn't that get lonely?”

“Not on days like this when I have people to rescue from their own bad decisions.” Thorin winked and reached into what Bilbo thought was a toolbox. “Soda?” Bilbo took the offered can and broke into a laugh.

“Arnt you supposed to offer me a beer in a time like this?” He popped the tab and was grateful for anything to drink. He was incredibly thirsty, and this was caramel-colored gold.

“Can't drink on the job,” Thorin replied, opening his own can and settling against the cooler with his legs stretched in front of him. Bilbo fiddled with his can. So was helping because he was obligated to do so. He had to admit he found that a little disappointing. They just sat and drank in comfortable silence, listing to the sounds of descending night. Soon it was pitch black outside, with the only light source being the stars overhead and the sliver of moon that could be seen in the sky. Bilbo leaned back and marveled at the sky. The last time he had seen so many stars was at his childhood home. He could still remember his father pointing out the constellations and his mother telling him their stories. He could almost forget he was sitting on the side of the road. Almost, until Thorin moved to sit next to him, the hard line of his body pressed against his side.

“The stars are clearer here than at home. Like someone painted them across the night sky.”

“That sounds like it came from a book,” Thorin commented.

Bilbo chuckled, “Maybe it will one day if I have something to say about it.”

“So you’re a writer then?” Thorin asked. Bilbo shook his head yes.

“Fantasy novels. Nothing so interesting as your job, but I love it.” Bilbo kept his eyes on the sky as he said it. “You must meet a lot of people in half a year. Do you make it a habit of sitting with all the people you rescue until the tow truck comes?”

“Only the cute ones.” Thorin teased. Bilbo’s face turned scarlet, and he was grateful the darkness covered the blush on his face.

“I bet you say that to all the cute boys you rescue.”

“I do,” Thorin replied. Bilbo tensed a little involuntarily. “Which would bring my grand total to one.” When Bilbo turned his head to look at Thorin, and found his face incredibly near. “Unless that’s a ridiculous thing to say, in which case we can just go back to looking at stars.” Bilbo was not someone who took spontaneous leaps, but isn't that what this road trip was supposed to be about? He was starting to grow a sense of adventure. Hoping this wasn't a mistake, he closed the distance between them. Thorin made a surprised sound and quickly recovered until his hands were wrapped around his waist. This man was a good kisser. Bilbo had never been held more gingerly and solidly than in this moment. His hands found their way into the mane of hair on Thorin's head, pulling it out of the tie used to pull it back. He was practically in Thorin’s lap, now enjoying being lavished with deep kisses and soft touches. They made out in the back of the truck for about 10 minutes before the blinding light of the tow truck illuminated them. Bilbo groaned in disappointment. Thorin chuckled and affectionately smoothed the curls that had fallen into his face behind his head. He gave one last little peck before getting up and helping him out of the truck. Thorin went to speak to the truck driver, and Bilbo got all his necessities out of the trunk.

“Alright, here is a receipt and a number to call tomorrow. Let me know if you’re riding with me or your friend here.” He took the receipt and walked back over to Thorin.

“Thank you for all your help and for…. He fumbled for the right words, and they never came. Here’s where I’m staying and my number if you’re curious or….” Bilbo was getting frustrated with his inability to form sentences. “Thank you for passing the time with me.” He decided to leave his embarrassing fumbling to that and turned to leave. A hand caught him around the forearm, and he stopped.

“It takes two hours to get to the service station and only 45 minutes to the fire watch station. It’s getting pretty late, and you haven't even had dinner. I could take you to the service station in the morning. If that’s something you want?” Thorin’s face looked so hopeful, and Bilbo’s chest swelled. He shook his head in agreement, and Thorin beamed. The duffle bag in his hands was taken from him and thrown into the truck bed.

“Hey, Bofur!” The truck driver looked up. “He won't need a ride!” The driver just gave a thumbs-up and a chuckle. They watched the tow truck pull away into the distance, and Bilbo climbed into Thorin's pickup.

So what if he never ended up making it to that cabin Prim booked. This was a much more interesting adventure.

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I might post this one on AO3, idk yet. All of my drabbles will get posted at some point.

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo x thorin #summer stories #fotfics #FIAF(me)fics

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phoen1xr0se · 4 months

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Hello!

Thanks to the GO fandom, I recently started writing. Not a lot, as I'm waiting to have some more free time in a few months to happily let it consume my entire life.

I don't know any writers (that haven't been dead for 200+ years) so I have some questions, mainly about the structure part of writing. I'm used to writing academic papers but it's far from the same.

What do you work out in advance, before writing? Do you think ahead about what each chapter will contain so you can have an overview of the unwritten project? Did you know in advance everything (more or less) the story was going to contain or did it shift while in the process of writing?

Thank you!

I am no Neil Gaiman and can only talk about my own experience.

For me, before I start writing a longer piece I have to know what I want it to be about. Luckily, writing within fanfiction I don't have to worry about characters, but I have to know what the point of my story is - what do I want people to walk away from it feeling/thinking?

Then I choose the characters that are best suited to telling that story and think more about what their personal journeys are going to be within the story, and what that might look like. What other characters might I need to push them to situations that challenge their world views, or what fears might they need to face in order to be able to progress emotionally?

Taking Don't Fall Away From Me as an example, I didn't know when I started it that it was going to turn into basically a Season 3. I started writing wanting to explore the relationship between Crowley and Muriel, with the idea being that Muriel is like who Crowley used to be, and wondering if a friendship could help Crowley heal even if he was basically watching his own fate play out once again. The heart of the story is still them, alongside Aziraphale, and it just kept growing!

I knew what was going to happen to Muriel from Day 1 (I'm still very sorry to everyobe whose hearts I broke). I knew as soon as I'd written Chapter Ten (Baraquiel's memories) where I wanted the story to end. But it was never clearly mapped out until I was halfway through the story, and a significant thing i wanted to happen in the story i chose not to, deciding it didnt add to the plot - but equally, the Jophiel's demon reveal was meant to be a more minor aside and turned into virtually an entire chapter of its own because it felt important... the characters have led me most of the way of their own accord.

Sometimes if a chapter is a struggle, it's because the characters are telling me I'm not being true to them, and despite how annoying it is to scrap it all and start again, they're always bloody right.

Sorry for rambling...

To sum up, start with what you want to say. How do you want people to feel? Trust the characters and work hard on hearing their distinct voices, knowing who they are, what holds them back and what personal/emotional journey they need to go on during the course of the story. And last of all, when you stop feeling excited about your story, give it to someone else to read. Readers always, always, make you feel better about it and see it in a thousand more positive ways than you ever could.

Most important of all, just write.

#ao3 #ao3 writer #neil gaiman #good omens

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giolovesyousm · 1 year

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okay so I just discovered that chat gpt can write fanfiction...and for science I had to try, this is what it came up with

Comfort and angst.

Neil and Todd had always been close, even since their days at Welton Academy. As they grew older and went off to separate colleges, they still kept in touch, texting and calling each other frequently. But lately, something had changed between them. Neil couldn't quite put his finger on it, but whenever he talked to Todd, he felt a strange mix of comfort and angst.

One night, as they were catching up over the phone, Neil finally mustered up the courage to ask Todd about it.

"Todd, I don't know how to say this, but...I feel like something's different between us. Have you felt it too?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Todd finally spoke.

"I know what you mean, Neil. I've been feeling it too. It's like...I don't know, there's something we're both holding back."

Neil nodded, even though Todd couldn't see him. "Yeah, exactly. Like we're both afraid to say what's really on our minds."

Todd took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll start. Neil, I miss you. I know we talk all the time, but it's not the same as being able to see you in person, you know? And...I'm worried about you. You've been going through a tough time lately and I wish I could be there for you more."

Neil's heart swelled with emotion. He had been going through a rough patch, but he hadn't realized how much Todd cared until now.

"Todd, I miss you too. And...I'm scared. Scared of what the future holds, scared that I'll never be happy again. But talking to you always makes me feel better. You're my best friend, Todd. I don't know what I'd do without you."

There was a long pause before Todd spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Neil...there's something else I need to tell you."

Neil's heart raced as he waited for Todd to continue.

"I...I love you, Neil. More than just a friend. I don't know when it happened or why, but I can't stop thinking about you."

Neil was stunned. He had never considered that Todd might feel that way about him, but now that he heard the words, it all made sense. He had always felt a special connection to Todd, but he had never dared to hope that it was anything more.

"Todd...I don't know what to say. I never thought of you in that way before, but now that you've said it, I realize that maybe I do feel the same way. I've been so caught up in my own head that I didn't even realize what was right in front of me."

There was a long silence as they both processed what had just been said.

"Neil...do you think we could...try this? See where it goes?"

Neil felt a smile spread across his face. "Yes, Todd. I want to try. I don't know what the future holds, but I know that I want to be with you."

They talked for hours more that night, laughing and crying and sharing their hopes and fears. And as they hung up, both of them felt a sense of comfort and angst. Comfort in knowing that they had each other, and angst in knowing that they had taken a step into unknown territory. But they were both willing to take that risk, because they knew that their love for each other was worth it.

#the fact is #I didn't specify who todd and neil were #I just wrote 'write me a comfort/angst ff between todd and neil'#AND IT PLACED THEM IN WELTON #KWNDJWNSJ WHAT #dead poets society #dps fandom #neil perry #todd anderson #anderperry #anderperry fanfic #chat gpt

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hyunjinspark · 2 years

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Hi Jade, I always thought of writing here and I was thinking of waiting till the next chapter (like mate stop procrastinating) but here we go... I've seen some people bad mouthing fanfics here and you saying that Tumblr hasn't been a happy place for you but I want you to know that your writing was one of the few things that helped me during one of the hardest times I've went through this summer. This is a bit embarassing for some reason lol but since I'm writing anonymously I can talk freely. Let me warn I may talk about some triggering topics and I don't know if you even want to read such things but my depression and anxiety became worse and I was also diagnosed with an eating disorder this summer. I really felt like giving up a lot this year and I feared that I'd. Thankfully I found some things to hold on for in life especially with uni starting. But during the summer I felt really alone and hopeless. This is half joking and half serious but I spent most of my time online and everytime you updated I was like "omg thank god I didn't do stupid things, here's the new chapter." "oh i should hang on a little more so that i can see the end of the fic." I always look forward to new chapters and I can imagine how hard it is to focus and be inspired when life goes on, responsibilities shows up and people try to degrade your work. But in the end I really hope and believe that nothing breaks your soul and your love for writing because you can always be an escape from reality and a peace of mind to someone who's in trouble without even knowing. I even made goddamn streusel cakes lol (unfortunately I had no strawberries left but apples weren't that bad either). Sending so much love to you and pardon me if I made any grammatical mistakes while writing to the greatest writer <3

trigger warning; depression, anxiety, ed

oh my god. first of all, thank you so much for feeling comfortable enough to open up and share this with me. i can’t thank you enough for telling me something like this, and how your message turned my week around.

its definitely strange to not have it to be a happy or safe place at the moment, because tumblr, for me, since years, has always been a safe space where i felt like i could share the writing i like, in a form that’s interesting to me. i love writing fiction, films and building stories about love, and with something like fandoms and fanfiction, its so simple to share with people. but currently with the hate threats, it’s definitely not feeling like a space where im comfortable anymore, so your message really impacted me, because it reminds me what i write for.

im so sorry to hear that you went through such a time, and i truly hope you’re doing much better now. ive had people close to me who have been through such situations and im so proud of you for not giving up and for still holding on. for you to say that my story helped me is a lot, perhaps way too much credit than i deserve, but honestly if my stories make you happy even just 1%, that’s enough for me.

i have been writing my entire life, but only shared on tumblr for a couple of years, with reservations because when you share any form of art or writing on the internet, you’re always inviting hate and anonymous comments from people who may not understand the intent of the work, and i could always go back to not sharing my writing since first and foremost i always write to express my ideas of love and receiving hate for love stories kind of negates that, you know? this week has made me feel like not wanting to share my writing anymore in the future, so thank you for telling me this.

i am grateful to have been an escape and piece of mind for you when you most needed it, and just that makes me feel like i was successful in sharing some love into the world.

you made streusel cakes from slwy? im honestly going to cry, ive never made streusel cakes myself but i will for you, im serious. going to get the recipe and coerce my best friend into doing that with me, just to celebrate you and slwy, and love.

once again, im so proud of you for getting through this and im so happy to have been there for you, even if unknowingly.

#star lost with you #the best message i have ever received #despite the circumstances #thank you for sharing it with me

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9, 11, and 18 please!!

Thanks, @elkonigin !

9. Do you prefer to write AUs, canon-divergent, or canon-compliant fic? When I first got into reading fanfiction, I stuck 100% to canon-compliant. And then I ran out of material, so I edged into divergent. You can probably guess what happened next. Once I started writing, it was just whatever struck my mind. Entire plotlines hit me like a sledgehammer, so I have to write it to get it out of my head.

11. If you could only write angst, fluff, or smit for the rest of your life, which would it be? I would have to choose smut, because I always add at least one of the other two. I can do pure angst or fluff, but wouldn't want to be limited to one flavor.

18. What is a line/scene you're really proud of? Give us a director cut of that scene.

Professional smile firmly in place, Kagome folded up her emotions with Marie Kondo-like precision. Painfully sharp creases created a tight little bundle for her to tuck away in her mental closet, back in the section devoted to storing items that would never see the occasion for which they had been intended.

I really love the emotional gut punch of that part; I think we’ve all been in a situation where we’ve felt like our throat has been slit and we have to sit there politely while we bleed out.

The cellphone taunted him from it's spot on the counter. Was it weird that he had become obsessed ever since he had discovered that Kagome chose personalized ringtones based on her feelings? Yeah, probably. Did I change the fact that he was, though.

He knew she had the wolf’s number.

She had to for work, same has him.

He knew it was none of his business what happened when this farce of a marriage was dissolved. Kagome would end up with someone at some point, but it twisted his insides to think it would be that fucker.

His eyes narrowed. Screw this. He was going to get to the bottom of this so he could stop thinking about it. Picking up his own phone, sending off a text to the idiot that Kagome was waiting for him to call so they could discuss training. If he had read the wolf right, it wouldn't be long. Holding his breath, he waited on edge for the song that would reveal Kagome’s feelings.

No one's slick as Gaston

No one's quick as Gaston

No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston

For there's no man in town half as manly

Perfect, a pure paragon...

His lips twitched as something rusted unlocked in his chest, long unused parts shifting into gear as a sound started to emerge. It was raspy and quiet at first, filling out into a rumble as it became louder.

Outside, two passing servants halted, stricken expressions on their faces.

“Lord Touga?” One whispered, saying the name of their fallen master reverently.

Tears formed in the corners of the eyes of the other as she began to smile.

“No. That's the young lord....praise the kamis, our lord is laughing again!”

This comes from a fic that I started thinking with last summer. It's one I'm holding back because it's something like my baby, and I want it nicely polished before I start releasing it. But this scene was one of those ideas that come to you when you're perfectly comfy and about to enter deep sleep, and I'm super proud of myself for actually rolling over and writing it down. Plus, could there BE a more fitting ringtone to capture Kouga? No. There isn't.

I also really, really love the entirety of Heart in Hand and Code Hanyou, which for me is amazingly rare.

#ask game answers

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morimakesfanart · 2 years

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Sindria's Prophet #26

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[AO3] [wattpad]

((There's not a lot of art this time. I hope you can understand. I'm holding back here and next time so when I get to ch28 I can make a bunch of comics))

~POV Mori~ We were most of the way through the Court Yard when I realized I could have taken off my purple cover to help minimize the amount of purple I was wearing. Ja'far was so annoyed by the whole situation that I didn't have it in me to ask to turn around. The coat wasn't enough to hide the purple so I still got some shocked and curious expressions from guards and other people we passed. At least I better understood why this time. I ended up so nervous about my clothes that I forgot to pay attention to where we were going and just followed Ja'far. This was definitely a building with important stuff happening. Based on how many people I saw dressed similarly to Ja'far I wanted to guess this was the White Capricorn Tower but it could just as easily be any building where official work is done. I pulled on the collar of my matching uniform coat.

The only thing that stopped my nerves was reaching Sinbad's office. Regardless of why I was here, I was still excited to see it person. The wall of windows, the shelves on the opposite wall, the pattern on the floor, and the steps leading up to his desk were exactly like the anime. Maybe when this meeting was over I'd be allowed to look around. Ja'far announced our presence, and the King looked up from his desk. The waves that had been high since the previous night rose even higher. But I didn't have time to hyperfixate on the room, I had to be mentally present for this.

King Sinbad smiled as we walked up to his desk. "Good afternoon, my Beautiful Prophet! I hope you've been well."

"Well enough." But only because I slept in.

Sinbad responded with a practiced positive tone. "Good. Good. Now then..." The doors to the office clicked close as we reached the steps, and the waves tried to rush me towards the King faster. "We are currently planning your official announcement as Sindria's Prophet. It will be a few days from now."

That made sense, but was it really something that he needed to tell me in person?

Ja'far walked over to stand next to Sinbad while I stayed standing in front of his desk.

"That's also when I'll introduce you to the representatives of my Seven Seas Alliance." The King's smile didn't leave, but his expression gained a more serious note. "News about your arrival has already reached them. During the meeting this morning, those from Sassan asked about you and your visions directly."

"Because my visions seem like blessings from 'God?'"

"That's right"

Ugh. I was not looking forward to talking with people from Sassan. In their religion, men could not make eye contact with women, and their rules around conversation seemed only a little less strict. They are completely ignorant of people who don't fall into the binary too. There was even a side comic where Pisti and Sharrkan confront Spartos about how there are 'pretty people that are neither man or woman... (and) have ascended gender,' and introduce him to such people in Sindria. Wait... When did I read that extra comic? Was it something else that the me writing this found after I isekaied? ((Yeah)) I would have already corrected them about my gender otherwise. ((I know, right?? Sorry)) This is my self indulgent fanfiction; I'll be fine. And besides, I definitely wanted to have people around me that accepted my gender if I had to talk to people that wouldn't understand at all. This was going to be a stressful week.

Sinbad continued and broke my mental cycle, "I've already agreed to let them have a meeting with you after the announcement." He paused. "During those meetings I or one of my Generals will also be present." He paused again, glanced at Ja'far and continued with one of his fake laughs, "You are Sindria's Prophet now, so you won't be telling them anything you haven't already told me." Then he stopped and waited again.

I guess those pauses were to give me a chance to say something. Nothing came to mind though. "That makes sense," was all I said in response. I had a feeling that the issues I had with Sassan weren't what he was looking for, and I wasn't mentally prepared for that conversation yet either.

Sinbad kept watching me for a reaction that wasn't coming. "That's all? I'm surprised you don't have more to say."

I kept my expression neutral. "This was bound to happen eventually, right? Countries join the Seven Seas Alliance to be on your good side and have access to your help and resources. I'm one of those resources now, so it makes sense they would ask to talk with me. Just as it makes sense that you would want to control what information I share with them." Honestly, it wasn't something I had thought about; it just seemed obvious as soon as he said it. I hoped that whatever rumors reached the Alliance didn't have anything to do with me wearing purple.

Ja'far pushed, "You really don't have any questions or comments about this?"

"Not really." It felt like they were looking for some hidden meaning in my words, but since they weren't direct I had no way to know what to tell them. "Unless I know exactly what his Majesty wants me to tell them, I don't have an opinion one way or the other. As long as I'm not asked to talk about the tabo-." Sassan's God was Solomon; they were definitely going to ask about him.

Sinbad's expression hardened as he watched me. "What about the taboo?“

I couldn't get out of answering since I'd slipped up. "If they ask me certain questions about their religion it might involve the taboo information. There was a lot lost to time, and a good portion of that was intentionally left out so the taboo information could be forgotten."

Both watched me with growing understanding. Eventually, Sinbad said, "They want to ask you about 'the word of God.’ Some of their questions will likely involve the taboo."

I took a slow breath and grabbed my left arm. My mind was going blank.

Ja'far gave a suggestion. "If you can at least answer some of their questions, I'm sure they would accept you not answering others."

"I hope you're right." If he wasn't, this was going to get very stressful for me. Avoiding the taboo was hard enough in small groups, I wasn't sure if I could hold my ground against the whole Alliance at once. I had a feeling they wouldn't be as lenient with me involving the Calamities as Sinbad was.

"There's still time before you have to talk to them." Sinbad reassured me with his words and tone. "We can have Spartos help prepare for their questions. Since he is already aware of the situation, he will understand if you say you can't answer something."

I took a deep breath in relief. "That's a good idea." Spartos was a member of Sinbad's Household and was there the other night when I explained about the Calamities, so there was little risk of him pushing me. And since Spartos knows the religion of Sassan he'd have a very good idea about questions his people would want to ask me.

Sinbad instructed Ja'far to schedule a meet with Spartos within the next few days.

Meanwhile, I couldn't stop thinking about what to do about the rest of the Alliance, especially if I had to explain about the Calamities. "I've thought of a question."

"What is it?"

"Do you plan on telling the members of the Alliance about the Calamities?" It would be even harder to hide the existence of the taboo that way.

Sinbad's eyebrows raised and his eyes widened for a moment before returning to normal. "With your knowledge of Fate, what do you think we should do? You didn't have to explain the taboo to us to tell us about the Calamities." He almost sounded amused.

That wasn't a real question; he was judging me -they both were. I let go of my arm, and gave the first part of my answer without hesitation, "As long as the Seven Seas Alliance mobilizes faster to prevent the 1st Calamity there'd be no reason to mention any of it." It was a huge regret that I had slipped both of those to anyone let alone to Sinbad. "I explained about them to all of the Generals though, and many still have strong ties to other countries so I don't know how much they've shared. I have no intentions of sharing more about the 2nd with anyone unless I think it's necessary."

Sinbad's expression shifted. He had made his judgement, not that I knew what it was. --- ~POV Sinbad~ Mori's lack of comment at first had caught him off guard. Both he and Ja'far had thought that she would jump at the chance to slip others a warning about the Calamities. But she seemed fully willing to let him dictate her words for her, and even suggested keeping it a secret on her own. The question was, why? Did Mori think she could give them hints secretly, or did she really mean it? He couldn't believe this was just about the taboo information. Was this a sign that Sinbad wasn't the one to start the 2nd Calamity, or did she suggest staying silent to protect him?

The King crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "My Generals are also my Household members -except for Yamuraiha, of course- so they aren't about to share Sindria's secrets without my permission."

Some of the tension Mori had been holding onto left her shoulders. Having read Fate, it was surprising she didn't know that.

Even if Mori didn't explain things directly, there was a lot Sinbad could gleam from her non-answers. Sinbad pushed her for more. "What do you think would happen if we told them about the 1st Calamity?"

The Prophet scowled and crossed her arms before taking a moment to form her answer. "Telling them would make mobilizing sooner much easier. But there's still 2 years before the war. I doubt they would hold back from asking which countries are involved, and if I do tell, I have no way of knowing what changes that will make to the future I read. We could always wait until the war is about to start to explain it to them."

The answer she gave wasn't a bad one. But the limits from Mori's lack of experience in politics and governing were showing. "Even if you don't tell which countries are involved in the war, we have been watching every nation closely. We will be able to figure it out."

Mori's eyes narrowed. "That would just be all of you taking educated guesses."

What sort of expression would Mori make if he told her he already knew? Sinbad couldn't fight smirking or leaning forward to get a little closer to her. "You've already given us plenty of information to narrow it down: countries with current rising tensions, and the one at the center is unwilling to negotiate with anyone in the Alliance. My guess is that Magnostadt will finally open all out war with Acttia, and another country -either Reim or the Kou- will see that as an opportunity to get involved."

Mori froze. Sinbad had thought she had given those hints on purpose, but maybe not. She sighed. "Sorry, but the conflict between Magnostadt and Acttia has nothing to do with this. Magnostadt isn't the one to declare war either."

He got it wrong? Sinbad exchanged a look with Ja'far. He hadn't discussed this with all of his Generals yet, but he had discussed it with Ja'far, his closest confidant, and Drakon, the head of Sindria's army. Both have experience with military strategy from a young age, and both agreed with Sinbad's assessment.

Ja'far asked the question they were both thinking, "Magnostadt *is* the country at the center of the conflict, isn't it?" He sounded just as nervous as the King felt. How different was the world 2 years in the future?

Mori hummed then looked towards the windows. --- ~POV Mori~ All I could see from this distance was the sky and a few clouds. I'd probably get to see some of the other Towers if I walked closer.

Was telling them okay? They had already figured that much out. I had managed to distract myself from my curiosity and anxiety around the change in the waves for a few hours, but ignoring it didn't make my worries vanish. Realizing Magnostadt was involved was not what caused the waves to act like that last night. The way the waves were moving in this moment made that obvious. The two in front of me must have discussed something else. I wanted to ask about that.

I... kinda wanted to offer a deal -an exchange of information. I'd answer this question if he tells me what caused the waves to rise that high. Sinbad is a King and I am his vassal, so would I even be allowed to ask for that? He was sly so it's not like he'd give a straight answer even if he agreed; I wasn't giving straight answers either. More than that though, I didn't like how the waves felt. This opportunity wasn't worth the risk.

I looked at Ja'far who had asked the question, then Sinbad sitting next to him. Everything was fine; I could explain this without revealing anything I shouldn't. "Two different nations declare War on Magnostadt -one right after the other- because both want to own that country."

Neither regained their smile, and after a moment Sinbad asked, "Riem, and the Kou Empire?" His voice went up in volume and octave as he asked. Given Magnostadt's location it was standing in the way of those two Empires attacking one another.

"Yes." I knew Sinbad would figure out which countries from my answer. I couldn't shake my worries about what they might do with that information though, or that every piece of information I gave was one less card in my hand.

Sinbad uncrossed his arms and slapped his desk with one hand. "Hold on a second, you said that Al Thamen wasn't involved. How is that possible when the Kou Empire has members of Al Thamen working with them?" Sinbad was trying to catch me in a lie.

I wasn't sure how much information I wanted to give during this meeting, but I couldn't afford for Sinbad to think he'd have to trick me to get information. "From what I read the only person directly and actively tied to Al Thamen that will be present is Judar. He arrives when everything is almost over, and he leaves without getting involved. No members of that organization will be there. Some of the Kou Princes and Princesses will be present, but I don't see them as being directly involved with the organization even though they benefit from Al Thamen's assistance because they have different goals." I decided to add a little more in the pursuit of transparency. "The humanoid monster I mentioned before is a Magnostadt creation. Al Thamen assisted with the founding of Magnostadt, but they were kicked out by Mogamett soon after because they could not see eye to eye. However, just because Al Thamen left them doesn't mean the magicians of Magnostadt suddenly forgot everything they had learned involving the black Rukh. They've been continuing their research independently."

The waves rose; I didn't like it. I had just given them a lot of new information, and proved their theories wrong. There was no way they hadn't came to conclusions about the other events of the future I'd mentioned. There were things I didn't want to talk about yet, but if they told me another guess that was monstrously wrong there was no way I would let them continue with their misunderstanding. Even if I refused, King Sinbad had ways of making people talk, and not just with emotional manipulation; the Dungeon capturer could commanded my spirit directly with one of his Djinn if he wanted. --- ~POV Sinbad~ Two nights ago, Mori had said that the country at the center of the 1st Calamity had been building towards that end on its own for a decade. She was technically right: Al Thamen was not directly involved in this war even though it was the information they had given to Mogamett that would eventually lead to the escalation from war to Calamity. She was careful not to lie to him even when she didn't explain fully. The way she defined Al Thamen's involvement was meant he was going to have to be more precise with his questions in the future.

"I see what you mean." Sinbad smiled.

Realizing that they had gotten some things wrong about the war meant they probably got something wrong about the 2nd Calamity. Mori asked not to talk about it, but he couldn't let himself operate under false assumptions. He had to know if he was actually the one to start the 2nd Calamity or not. He'd have to find ways of getting her to bring it up. Even if she didn't say the whole truth, she didn't lie. Her expressions and the waves would point him in the right direction. He could work with this. The King interlaced his fingers and placed them on his desk. The waves crashed into him before he could say anything.

Mori was looking down at his hands. Her blank expression had something hidden behind it that he didn't like. Sinbad separated his hands but left them on his desk.

Ja'far thought out loud. "I think we should tell the Seven Seas Alliance about the war." He had one hand on his chin. "It's obvious that Riem, Kou and the Alliance will come into conflict eventually. We don't need to explain about the Calamity to explain that much." He removed his hand from his chin and looked to his King.

Mori's eyes followed Ja'far's hand before she looked at Sinbad as well.

The King nodded. "The Alliance has already been planning for the inevitable. At least this way, everyone will know roughly how long we have left to prepare."

Mori's gaze drifted towards Sinbad's right hand. Was she looking at his metal vessels? Vepar or Zepar? Did he use either of them in the war? He still couldn't tell what she was thinking, but he remembered the fear that flashed in her eyes the previous day. What was making her so nervous? He unconsciously curled his hands into fists.

"Exactly," Ja'far turned his gaze to Mori, "I'm sure the Lady Prophet can tell us about the strategies, weapons, and metal vessel users we will have to prepare for."

"Ah!" Mori's shock was just as surprising to the other two. Whatever thought process she had been having was gone now. "Oh- um." She flailed her hands nervously at their expressions, and explained on her own. "I actually made a scroll that should help with the Riem side of things already. I made it before the medical scrolls -in fact. It's just a bit all over the place so I was going to rewrite it, but it is possible to learn the basic flight mechanics of the blimps they are working on from it as well as other flying machines from my world,' Mori stopped flailing but looked up and to the side while remembering the details of the scroll in question, "And some thermal dynamics, and weather science now that I'm thinking about it. Like I said: it's a bit all over the place. I don't know everything that the Black Libra Tower knows already."

King Sinbad smiled. His Beautiful Prophet knew where their concerns would lie and had already been preparing an answer for them. Whatever fear he was seeing in her was something she was willing to see past or she wouldn't be here; she wouldn't have chosen to become Sindria's Prophet otherwise. That strangely content yet excited feeling filled him. It made him laugh. "You really are amazing, Mori."

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Authors Note!: You probably have now realised that I have changed certain things in the story. I have changed their relationship from romantic to familial. I watched the 2022 Fiesta video and Namjoon talked about how the boys were a family. I kinda felt... Guilty in a sense that I put them in a relationship. I'm not saying that being gay/bisexual is a bad thing! You guys can write whatever you would like about them. I'm just slightly changing my fanfiction. It will still be the same storyline, but it's... Different... I just confused myself. ANYWAY! I hope that this doesn't turn anyone away from this.

SPELLPROOF 02

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fantasy

Warnings: blood and gore, description of injuries, talks of abandonment, Bangtan boys being protective fluff balls, there are too many warnings to count.

The boys are standing looking around in stunned silence.

"What the fuck was that?!" Yoongi asked while looking in the direction of the noise.

Seconds pass and Jimin collapses to the floor, screaming in agony, holding his right foot. His foot was going blue.

"JIMIN!" Taehyung exclaimed while running to Jimin's aid. Holding his brother in his arms while trying to comfort him through the agonising pain he was experiencing.

RJ and Bam were looking at each other like they were talking telepathically. Then they looked back at the boys.

We will go and find them. We know where they are located. Come on, Bam.

RJ and Bam go to leave the boys at the campsite when JK suddenly stands up.

Jungkook hesitates, then speaks up. "Let me come with you. I can shift into my wolf form. They won't be scared of me, since my magic would soothe them. Namjoon, you said earlier that you wanted me to try and forget her?" Namjoon nodded with concerned eyes and creased eyebrows. "This is me trying to forget. If they are hurt, I will care for them and it will help me forget. Please. Let me go with them."

Namjoon looks at RJ and Bam, then looks at the forest behind him. The screaming had stopped, but Jimin's screaming and wailing didn't. Namjoon looked back at JK.

"Ok. You can go. But just be gentle with them. Since Jimin has had this type of reaction, we don't know how they are going to react to a magical wolf, a Doberman and a llama."

"Alpaca..." Jin whispers underneath his breath, which Namjoon rolls his eyes at.

JK nods, then goes behind a bush. Some rustling later, JK comes out in his wolf form. Since JK is a werewolf as well as a witch, he doesn't have a traditional wolf look. Normal wolfs just have 1, maybe 2 colours in their fur that is too crazy- mainly brown, whites and blacks. JK, however is VERY different. They call him: The MoonDust Wolf.

The fur is black mixed with a variety of shades of Blues and black. His tail is large and bushy, like a squirrel tail or a long cats tail. His eyes instead of being the normal chocolatey brown that they usually are, are now glowing vibrant gold. He has white fur going around his eyes and down his snout. On his head are different crystals that Jin had found on his travels to different forests. JK also has dark blue horns that slowly curl at the end.

JK walks over to Bam and RJ 'talking' about a plan. Then after a few moments, they go into the forest- JK's footsteps leave a trail of sparkles and a dim light behind him. The other boys start packing up and waiting for the others return. Jimin looks out into the darkness of the trees, wings fluttering in anxiety, watching and waiting for his, or should he say, everyone's mate to be in their arms.

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Jungkook, RJ and Bam were running through the forest, following the scent of the boy's lost soulmate. It's been 30 minutes since the screaming has stopped. Every time a minute passes, more anxiety falls on everyone's mind.

Bam suddenly stops, Jungkook and RJ following their companions actions. Bam looks to the left and sees something bad.

A trail of blood...

Bam looks at Jungkook, who is slightly panting from the running.

Be prepared for what you are about to see... Judging from the aura, it's not going to be a pretty site. Just... Be prepared, Master.

Jungkook takes deep breaths to help keep himself under control. If he doesn't, well... There won't be a forest... JK sees that RJ and Bam are already with the person so he decides to 'go a pair', as Yoongi would say and walked forward.

Then he turned the corner, he couldn't believe his eyes. He began to cry and whine.

The person was sat on the ground leaning up against RJ and Bam, clutching their leg.

Which was caught in a bear trap.

Their eyes were changing colour quicker than Yoongi or Jin could rap. Their hair, which is white as snow, was filled with dirt, leaves and incredibly matted. It looked like they didn't brush their hair since they were born. The rest of their body was covered in baggy clothing.

The person stared blankly at JK. JK stepped forward and sat in front of the person, examining them with his golden eyes which were still shining from his previous crying. The person kept looking at JK, but it wasn't a stare this time. It was a look of curiosity and wonder. Who knew that someone who looked like they crawled from Hell itself could look so innocent?

JK decided to break the distance by leaning his head close and giving their forehead a little luck, like he was giving them a peck if he was in his human form. His tail thumped against the ground when the person tilted their head in interest. They reached their left hand up and started to pet in between JK's ears. JK leaned his head into their palm, his tail thumping so much that magic dust was now on the ground and in the air.

Master. We should probably bring them back to the boys. Jin needs to give her medical attention.

Bam was right. If they don't go soon, who knows what will happen? JK turned around and lied down, RJ pushed the person slightly, signalling to them that they should get on JK's back. The person looked at their trapped foot, then back at RJ. Bam got up from where he was sitting, walked to the person's injured foot and licked one swipe above their wound.

The person felt a little better but was still aware that the trap was on their foot. Slowly, and with assistance from RJ and Bam, they got onto JKs back and held onto his fur on the back of his neck. JK slowly stood up (since he was carrying precious cargo) and walked slowly back to the boys.

The walk took longer since the trio weren't sprinting like they were competing in the Olympics. Bam and RJ were talking about certain things that they can do at the cabin to help the boys take care of you. Jungkook, however, was keeping an eye on the person on his back, who was currently swaying back... And forth... Back... And forth... While tapping their index finger on their thumb.

Jungkook heats up his fur to help with the cold that is in the forest. The person leaned forward bit by bit and ended up putting their arms around JKs neck. A silent sign of gratitude.

Just a little further, darling. Then you will be safe. I swear my Oath to you...

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A few moments later, the trio with the person got back to the camp and signalled their return with howls, barks and a high-pitched bleat.

The others stop their current actions and gasp at the state of their mate. Jimin flies over and helps the person off of JK's back, the latter stretching and going behind a tree, which had some baggy sweats and a long sleeved sweater with some combat boots.

Jimin examined the person face with concerned eyes. "Boys. We need to get her to safety. Fast!"

"The hospital won't take them. They look like a Feral Being. They will just put them in a room and when they don't need them any more they will throw them on the streets to be used as an asshole's play toy." Yoongi said with anger in his eyes. Namjoon caught onto this and gave Yoongi his special water bottle.

"Well... Where do we take them, then?"

"I know" Jin said with confidence. He then walked over to the person and pulled them in his arms to comfort them, since he could see that the person was getting scared by their aura. The person put their frail arms around Jin, which made him smile. "We take them to the one place where we know best" He then lifts the person's chin so they are now making eye contact. The one word that Jin said made the person cry.

"Home"

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Woo! Holy shit, that was a rollercoaster, wasn't it?! Jeez. I hope you guys are enjoying this series so far. If you are, let me know. Maybe in the future, I could do a Q & A with the characters, if you guys are up for it.

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Also if you were wondering what Jungkook's wolf looks like, I got the inspiration from this photo from Lee Cross Originals!

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