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Just remembered i had this in my drafts from when i was still recovering from art block in february omg
(this was supposed to come w the steven universe meme but i never got around to it. might include it in a rb tho)
The ocean had never felt so big before.
The being sitting in the boat had never thought the ocean could ever look imposing, hostile.
It was His ocean, his sister's ocean.
The ripples the body had left were long gone. The Ocean Queen stood beside him, her husband behind her.
The widow didn't know what to call himself anymore. He didn't want to be the Codfather anymore- that was a powerful, ancient emporer.
But he wasn't Jimmy, he couldn't be. Jimmy was a kind ruler and the husband of a living god.
(Not living anymore)
The king of Mezalea lay a hand on his shoulder. The Codfather wanted to hate him, in that moment. Hate the True immortal his sister had married. But he didn't.
He didn't get a chance to reply, before a hand reached up from the sea and grabbed him.
The Codfather screamed, but the drowned moved too fast for Lizzie or Joel to pull him back onto the ship.
The drowned, with his dead blue eyes and clumps of cyan hair. That was the danger with Oceanic funerals, the Codfather thought simply.
He didn't have his cod mask, he could breath underwater better than a normal person, but not completely.
The corpse of his husband pulled him farther and farther into the pitch darkness of the sea.
Suddenly, his feet hit solid stone ground and his lungs cleared of water. He felt blindly at the walls, walking forwards and up some sort of rocky outcropping.
He finally saw light- it was coming from some sort of cave opening.
A voice was talking to him, a voice so wonderfully familiar it broke Jimmy's heart, a voice matched by soft cyan hair.
Scott grinned, amused and warmly exasperated. "Of course you're the first person I run into."
Since I decided to finally use my Tumblr for the forces of good, I decided i’d post the fanfics I’d written. My mental health has been shit and I wanted to get back into writing again. Sharing might motivate me. If not, my work is at least out there for people to enjoy and my Tumblr was finally used for something.
Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Daria (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Daria Morgendorffer, Quinn Morgendorffer, Jake Morgendorffer, Helen Morgendorffer, Jane Lane, Trent Lane, Tom Sloane, Amy Barksdale, Ruth Morgendorffer Additional Tags: Family Dynamics, Slice of Life, Family Drama, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Summer Vacation Summary:
Jake and Helen Morgendorffer’s marriage is falling apart. The family is a shell of the fragile stability it once had. In the days after Quinn graduates high school and Daria comes home from her first year of college, it’s up to the sisters to pick up the pieces while dealing with their own problems. This wasn’t the summer break Daria and Quinn had in mind. Crossposted to FanFiction.net.
hi! Can you make on how would Zoro react to female reader getting hurt? reader and Zoro arent together yet, but when reader wont wake up for like a few days or a week, zoro immediately panicks and confesses his feelings for reader out of nowhere, and reader is faking to be asleep and heard everything, then both of them having a deep conversation with one another. I would appreciate if you made this! It would make my day.
oh my god I love you. This is my first request I cannot describe how happy and excited I am. YES YES YES YES. I don't know how you found my account but I'm so glad you did❤️
Thank you for the request!
Sorry it took so long even if it's short! I didn't have much time in my schedule because of work!
Warning : Zoro is very out of character in this, I just tried to stick to the request on this😅 Sorry
Zoro x fem! reader -
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
A few days ago, the Straw Hats had finally docked on island after weeks of sailing. You all stumbled upon a suffering kingdom, it was because of some really strong group that took over.
And Luffy ended up trying to defeat this strong group. Obviously, the Straw Hats eventually helped, including you.
You were one of the few that encountered one of the main enemies. But they were stronger than you thought. Although you managed to defeat them, you were severely injured and passed out once your enemy was defeated.
The swordsman wasn't worried at first. But when you didn't wake up even after the feast that was hosted for the Straw Hats, he started to get concerned, even more concerned when Chopper said he didn't know when you'd wake up. He wasn't at all the type who'd panic much, but it was you. It had been a few days since then and you still haven't woken up. The crew has already set sail a couple days prior. He was alone with you in Chopper's infirmary, sat on a stool beside the bed you were on, his swords leaning on the bedside table.
"Damn it, why won't you wake up already? Everyone's worried about you, moron." He grumbled, not noticing how you started to wake up just yet. "Even I'm worried about you. Get up already." You were amused about this so you kept your eyes closed, wanting to hear what he'd say next.
"..."
"[Name], please." His tone was a bit desperate as he pleaded.
The Roronoa Zoro was begging for you.
"I miss that damn smile of yours... So get up and smile at me like you always do..."
You almost felt bad for him.
"I like you, idiot. I love you... I don't want you to be asleep forever or somethin'."
Oh?
You opened your eyes eyes, looking at the swordsman, his eyes widened upon seeing you. "You-! You're awake?!" You very much caught him off guard. "Yup." You replied as a cheeky grin made it's way on your face upon seeing the faint tint of pink on his cheeks.
"How much did you hear?" He asked, quirking a brow upwards, trying to play it cool.
"Maybe everything."
God he wanted to strangle you so bad right now. But the way your stupid grin of yours turned into a much more serene smile stopped him. "But I'm so glad I pretended." You started to say as you sat up. "Now I'm sure you like me." "...Tsk, stupid woman." He muttered with a click of the tongue as you chuckled oh so softly. "Hey now... I love you too, Zoro. I've had feelings for you for a long time now. And I'm so happy you like me back."
What did he do in his past life to deserve this? To deserve you?
"I've been wanting to be more than just friends, Zoro." You stated, "I want to be your girlfriend, if you'd-'
It was then that his lips met with yours, interrupting your sentence. You hadn't expected that. Once he pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours, one of his hands on the back on your neck.
"Of course I want that. I've wanted that for so long for a while now too." A smile graced your face, taking in his words, you cupped his face like you wanted to kiss him again. You did but you held back.
"I'm so glad this happened, you have no idea how much I've wanted you to be mine..."
Your heart raced each time you saw him, he brought this warm sensation to your heart.
There was just so much you wanted to tell him, what you felt for him, but then again, did you have to?
His gaze was calm as he held eye-contact, his gaze was enough to bring you comfort, as if he already knew what you felt.
As you opened your mouth to say something to break the silence, the door swung open and a familiar high-pitched voice spoke.
"Ah! [Name]! You're awake!!" Chopper cried out, relieved. Zoro one the other hand, cursed under his breath, not wanting this to end just yet. Alas he let go.
"Zoro! What are you doing?! You shouldn't told me she was awake!" He scolded, which Zoro scoffed. "Yeah, whatever."
"How are feeling, [Name]?" The cute reindeer asked as he walked over to the bed.
As Chopper continued his check-up, Zoro left with his swords, Which made you quite disappointed but you didn't say anything about it.
Well, perhaps you'd have to talk about the whole thing later.
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Okay! This is my first one-shot! Thoughts?
Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted, I can't exactly write deep talks. Nor can I write one-shots.
It was good practice though! Thanks for requesting it made me happy💖
Lautski day 6: storm ⛈️ ☔️🌩️
@lautski-week
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Mo Ran *Sleeping, minding his own, being imprisoned*
Practically everyone else in Peach Blossom Springs(?): It was Mo Ran in the courtyard with Jiangui
Character made for strawberry stab wound's oc challenge
Came back after almost 2 months and i have 45 inbox asks. Guess who 99% of them are from?
@tatsukahara babe i think u need to send me some of that horni in ur head
(I don’t know what this is just that it wanted to be written. This is a original science fiction short story that I wrote with the intention of perfecting it and turning it into a whole universe, this did not work out. So I thought I’d post it here with the hopes someone likes it. I’m not that fond of the structure I use especially the use of first person because I think it makes it slightly muddled. Contains talk of war and mental health.)
I shifted impatiently from foot to foot and glared out the viewport. I hated being in space after spending most of my formative years stuck on that broken-down junk heap that the military jokingly called a medical space station. I had been prepared to never set foot on a space ship or station ever again, yet here I was. The shuttle was definitely an upgrade from the one Redbird Flyer had driven to get us from place to place, sometimes rushing us and the wounded out when the mines and the shooting got too close. Hades, it was always too close.
I was one of the few surviving implants left and so we were presented with an honor. I was only going to give a piece of my mind. After all, enough of it had been taken from me against my will and enough had been put in. The cries of space flyers reverberating through my link as their crafts exploded was something that was permanently wedged there. I was surprised at how easily I got used to the smell and feel of recycled air and the rock of deck plates under my feet, after twelve years.
On the station I would always complain about the tang in the air, the flickering lights, the reverberations that went from my feet to my head, the damn control unit that either burned or froze out. However, when I finally got back to my beloved farm, the steady earth felt strange, I choked on the air, the sun hurt my eyes, it took me five years to find my Earth legs again.
I watched on the news when all the old war stations were destroyed and I looked for the one that had held me captive for seven years but they didn't show it. They wouldn't have done it justice anyway, not the clang of the space dock, or the cries of the wounded, not the stench of alcohol and burned food and flesh. Not the doctors and the nurses and the engineers and the techs and the rest of us working tirelessly, against all insanity. Our fearless leader looking at us through shadowed eyes as she thinks of her children back home, the jokes, the nightmares, the back biting, the love, the hatred, the infighting, the crying, the homesickness, the desperation, the pain. Mary-Jane sobbing her eyes out until she was finally sent to Trinity station, our vigilant head surgeon drowning himself in booze and cards, our chief engineer ready to hang herself at the sight of the next broken engine.
Then me, hacked into the computer with an implant I didn't want, getting married through a video link and watching my 'son' grow up into a stranger, unable to attend mom's funeral, dying a little each day as my childhood was robbed away. I know that I am just one of many whose lives were ruined and some would say that I was lucky that I was alive, but some days I don't feel lucky.
Even after all these years, I still don’t know much about the people we were fighting. I didn’t want to know. I rationally know that they were fighting for their homes, their culture, their families. Their land and culture will never be the same again. I know that they lost more than we ever could.
That was what I was here to say, not to listen to them prattle on about the necessity and honour of it all. I was here to present the cost; my childhood, a doctor's sanity, flyer's dreams, a warrior's life, an engineer's sight, a child's mother, a people ruined, so many things that was why I was here on this flying monstrosity, listening to some flyer, who was too young to remember the galaxy war, babble on.
I have this thing about my hair. I had to keep it short for most of my life. Long hair gets in the way when you try to plug into the computer. Long hair itched and tangled and got in the way. It wasn't practical for an implant, for someone who scurried through tangled wreaks and ran through forests. Someone who leaned over consoles and couldn't afford the second it took to brush his hair away. The longest I let it get was when I was on the floating piece of junk known as 40779 medical station or Hades, depending on who was speaking. That was when I could let it go down to just below my jaw. At its shortest, I was practically bald. I mostly cut it myself. I didn't mind, never really had the time or patience to be a girl and think about my hair. I was a child running through the motions of being a solider, not really much time for hair.
The moment I was free, however, I tried hair growing products. I yelled when people even thought of cutting my hair. I didn't want to be that person. I wanted to be pretty, to be human again. Short hair was for running across a strange planet or sitting on a space station, not for home. Not for working on my farm and dancing with my wife. No, I needed long hair. I needed to be a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter. Not a solider, not an implant, not a tech, not a medic, not a stranger. I got it down to my waist and it tangled, got in the way and I didn't know what to do with it, but I needed it. Short hair was for boys, short hair made you stand out, short hair showed people where you had been, short hair showed the implant. Short hair wasn't practical for a wife and mother and daughter.
The problem was that I stood out with long hair or short hair. Long hair, and makeup and dresses couldn't hide what had happened to me, what I was. Just because I looked the part didn't stop my nightmares. Didn't stop the agoraphobia, the hallucinations, the memories that no one understood. I didn't smile at the jokes that they said. I didn't want to go to dances anymore. I screamed every time something dropped and I couldn't stand crowds. I had grown to be a different person while I was away and they had grown too. I wanted to be the person they wanted, who laughed and danced, and rode horses and played in fields and was everything to her child and family, but I couldn't. I wasn't a daughter, I wasn't a wife, I wasn't a mother; I was a stranger. Two days after my wife left me and took her son, I chopped off all my hair. If long hair can't make me that person again, then why should I try?
My stomach lurched to my throat as the shuttle docked on the station and the young flyer apologized for the rough landing. I had to inwardly laugh. Compared to some of the aerodynamics Redbird and Starlight subjected me to over the years, it was a walk in the park in fact, quite smooth. However, I said nothing. The two of us had developed a nice uncomfortable silence halfway through the ride and I had no desire to ruin it now. It wasn't that I hated or even disliked young people, it's just that I didn't really understand them and they didn't understand me (Especially my 'son' and daughter. To them I was a blank wall that could never be understood and shouldn't even be tried). Besides, it wasn't the cycle that had disturbed my stomach, it was the memories that insisted on invading my consciousness.
I had finally stopped seeing war everywhere. The sight of red hair didn't make me think of a young woman with big dreams and a big attitude stripped of everything she dreamed of, just one of so many broken young people. The smell of rust and smoke didn't transport me to the death trap of a station and a situation born in Hades. I could hear the rumble of thunder without breaking into a cold sweat of terror and feel the rush of adrenaline surge through me. I no longer expected the floor under my feet to roll or the air to push in around me and I don't flinch from the touch of metal. I had finally left all that behind on a station that no longer existed and a world that we had no business pursing. I was free.
I wish that it had happened years ago before I was saddled with the mantle of crazy because I flinched at things that weren’t there and blinked and moaned in the dim sunlight. Before, my wife left me because she didn't recognize the woman she was with, because it was so much easier to pretend that everything was OK when a solar system and a video link stood between us. I wonder sometimes if she regretted marrying me because I know she didn't regret the divorce. She found someone better, someone who didn't still reside in space, who hadn't left her sanity on a planet so similar to ours yet so different. She found someone who could be there for her son, who didn't stare at him, wondering why a little boy wasn't staring back. It was for the best, I suppose. My second marriage lasted less time and my daughter loves me because she has to. Which is another thing that I regret. The second marriage confirmed something for me though. The reason that my first marriage had lasted so long was because we were able to turn off the video link. But I had sorted those issues now; I was ready to be a mother despite the fact that it was too late. Then this happened.
All that work to forget and all it took was one message to bring it all back. All it took was one message to remind me that it would never be over. They could demolish all of the medical and war stations. They could declare peace treaties and start attempting interspecies healing. They could even remove all the implants that made my life hell, that stole my brother and twelve years of my life. They could do all these things, and they did, but they couldn't fix what had been done to me. They couldn't remove the memories of the horror, of the pain, of friends slowly losing their minds as they patched people and machines up as if they were interchangeable. They couldn't make it so one young flyer could stand up and walk, could recover her dreams of being the first flyer to search the Jemison asteroid belt, the one to give humanity the resources it needed. Peace treaties could never give a doctor back his sanity, his youth, his hope, his home. Demolishing the stations would never give a mechanic back her faith, her love, her determination. Words would never return the lives lost, not simply the dead but the living. The dead remained dead, my friends remained broken, my brother would remain in a coma and I would remain alone. Yet here they were offering their apologies and a celebration.
So my stomach clenched as the memories that I had fought so hard to suppress found their way through and I stepped onto the space station. I had never been here before, but the moment my boots hit the floor with a metallic bang it felt achingly familiar. As I stood there I had to ignore the feelings coursing through me, especially the horrific feeling that I was coming home.
Hii, I wanted to request one with Fyodor and a female reader who's extremely possessive. For instance, he's talking to another woman while they're out, and the woman starts to hit on him. The reader gets really jealous, and when they got home she just pins him down on the bed. She gets really rough with him.
And there's not that side of her usually, it's just the sudden rush of jealousy and need for possession that gets her going. Normally she's pretty submissive.
Absolutely, this will be hcs though.
- Fyodor, cannonly, rarely is in public. So, the woman most likely works under him. She would most likely be very good at her job, in order to get close to him anyway.
- Fyodor isn't very paranoid as a person but he's aware that people will try (key word: try) to take you away, so you're usually always with him. But he had asked you to make him some tea and obviously you obliged.
- You knew he was meeting with a couple of his subordinates, they had planed an attack on the ada. It was full proof, nothing could go wrong, he had everything acounted for.
- But what wasn't accounted for was the woman... she was attractive, sure, but nothing special. She looked every other standard woman. It was laughable she thought she had a chance, in all honesty.
- Watching this woman, make "fuck me eyes" at him, really pissed you off, but keeping composure, is what's for the best. Fyodor had an image, and you have to keep that up as well, being his partner.
- But... I'm sure, he won't mind to much, if you place your hand on his thigh as he speaks to her.. maybe move it up a bit.
- A little peck on his neck, here and there. Laying your head on his arm and caressing his thigh.
- As soon as that door closes though, you're on him. Kissing him, nipping at his neck, marking his neck, running your hands up his chest, grinding down.
- Grabbing the back of your hair and pulling your head back. "ты ревнуешь, любимый?" (Are you jealous, love?) This isn't your normal behavior, it's pretty different. Usually he's the one leading and barking orders.. but it's diffrent.. and he doesn't like that.
- But, one time won't hurt, so he'll let you take your anger out on him, bouncing up and down on his cock, marking his neck, sucking at his pulse point. Wrapping your hand around his throat as your chest brushes his. Keeping eye-contact, as you use him.
@morpherine-events Day 4
Merfolk AU aka short canadian fisherman holds hands with shapeshifting mermaid partner
When Karen comes in talking about 4 idiots robbing Pacific Standard Bank, but Agent Bae is like “not our division”.
For my friend @kookooka2
Padawan Ahsoka ♢||♢
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Fun Fact: did you know that combining Heat Miser and Poison Ivy makes a don't hug me I'm scared character. He has Ivy hair and a cape, not really long hair
Do not think of the fact that the Misers are brothers, also does this imply Snow Miser and sans are dating, or would that be Wile E. Coyote
Fun Fact: did you know that combining Heat Miser and Poison Ivy makes a don't hug me I'm scared character. He has Ivy hair and a cape, not really long hair
Do not think of the fact that the Misers are brothers, also does this imply Snow Miser and sans are dating, or would that be Wile E. Coyote
Here’s a real short AT comic I’ve been sitting on for over a year, want it gone… seriously I wrote this Jan-31-2023
I dont even fully remember what it was about honestly. I think it was my dissatisfaction with the adventure time finally all those years ago?
Who knows? not me! Enjoy!