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orbdotexe · 14 days

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I actually don’t know if you’ve considered this either, but what about their reaction to one of the “ends” to exile?

I think there was one where the witness lead them on a hunt with recordings, which was where “to the ashes go the spoils” came from originally if I remember right

If they left one for Shin, I think it would be “a startling hope for those in the ashes”

CRYPTID. "To the ashes go the spoils" CAME FROM YOU. IT WAS WOLF'S PASSWORD IN... uh. Wweee have too many AUs. BUT THAT WAS YOU.

Okay I. actually haven't. Apparently I marked it down in my notes as something to cover and then... never did. oops?? But. agh. alright

In canon, Shin tells Wolf;

I will help where I can, with knowledge gained from a life hunting the very dangers you tempt. And though we'll never meet—our paths crossing at a distance as we each seek to confront all that drives us—from this moment on, our lives will never be the same.

I think, I want to keep this canon? As in, they don't meet, not in person. See each other from a distance, leave little things and messages for one another (mostly from Shin, though)--But not meet. They know each other through the most Hunter tendencies possible, and Shin adopting them still remains true. Its... all very Hunter-typical, I think. That one guy that funded an artist under the condition that they never meet lmao

So... A message left in warning, or any other reason, wouldn't be atypical. Shin probably ends up with his own ones, written in back-ups for just in case. Probably a lot like Cayde's death messages.

But I think Shin would know. Immediately. Something is wrong with this, where is Wolf? What is context to this? The important of the location? This must be an older one, did he miss it when it was intended?

Messages left to the others; they were hidden in places that were expected. Hunters leave messaged in places that are strange, but known to be stumbled upon by the intended audience. Why would it be so easy for Aunor to find a message left for, say, Crow?

Wolf would hide it better than that, and Crow would know better.

Something's wrong.

Regardless of the potential apologies, of the ranting and ramblings of Wolf's vents, Shin pins that something isn't right (funny, isn't that? His 'introduction' to them will be his goodbye, as well.) and sets to trying to figure out what's going on.

Drifter is getting really fed up with Shin's crap.

#we have so much brainrot and convoluted references to each other's stuff that we dont even know whos who anymore.#As It Should Be #we're throwing dead braincells at each other like a snowball fight i think #uhhhh sorry for making you wait for this one-- been a lil busy-#Should be more or less good now?#OH YEAH. WENT TO THE REN FAIR YESTERDAY. we were there for like 10 hours and i was dying of heat exhaustion (< wore a full pirate getup #in 90% black) but i looked GREAT and it was fun so. Worth #the forsaken exile #uhhh back on Exile tho #I thought it would be neat if the person hunting down these messaged would be Aunor.#As a story. Crow would make more sense. given connections and his whole center-stage thing #But Aunor just made sense to me?#Given the conversation with Ikora and the messaged to Wolf when it came to Drifter #Crow is... probably the one who gets the latter of those instead and im not sure how canon the Ikora one is but yk #orb rambles

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six-improbable-things · 4 days

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I will say, it's really funny how much got glossed over at the end of season two of Black Sails. Like, I 100% know what they were going for, and it was probably the right choice to not bog us all down with details after such intense moments, but I will never not find it funny how it's never discussed that Vane and Flint have to share a ship for weeks, or that the Walrus somehow was damaged to the point of no longer being seaworthy at the bay where the gold was. Idk, I just find it really amusing.

Again, I know that it was the right choice for pacing and ending a season on an interesting note, but there's so much room for weird and interesting stuff to have happened over that time... I'd LOVE to know what happened, yk? (Though I suppose for people who read fanfic, that's what fanfic's for. Filling in the gaps left by canon.)

(No spoilers past the end of season 2, please!! <3)

#morrigan.text #morrigan watches #black sails #black sails season 2 #black sails season 2 spoilers #(I guess. I ought to have put that tag on my other post lmao. Since that one is even more spoilery.)#black sails spoilers #guys I'm so sorry.#the brainrot is here.#for Rook and for Black Sails.#it's pirates time in Morri's head apparently.#luckily for me I have at least 3 books about pirates waiting for me when I get home next week hehehehehe.#I'm very excited about it.

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marsamoo · 9 months

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The faction isles song is literally taking over my brain, and I am not complaining.

Martyn’s played it 4 times in the past 45 minutes, and we’re still begging for more.

Never a dull day in the rat chat.

#pirates smp #pirates #scurvyblr #mcyt #brainrot #minecraft #this song slaps so hard #I’m not even joking #the rap at the end is the best but #please make more songs mr littlewood #inthelittlewood #itlw #faction isles song

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pickedyou · 4 months

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#Little sunshine boy can fit so much serotonin #silly little pirate show brainrot is in full swing #I might even draw some more #shocker I know #no promises tho #my art #one piece #monkey d. luffy #pickedyou draws

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ladadiida · 7 months

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𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 as much as you wanted to stay by his side, you couldn't bear the thought of watching him fall in love with other women while you're stuck at the kitchen washing dishes and measuring ingredients. so you dreamt of leaving, of traveling to different islands to share your lovely songs and tunes; but the more your desire to leave grows, the more sanji finds himself drowning in your warmth. or, you and sanji over the years, wherein five times you tried to leave him and the one time you finally did, despite his refusal to let you go.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 musician reader, 5 + 1 things, pining, unrequited love, not actually unrequited love, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 i swear i cannot escape a brainrot whenever i watch a new show. this automatically wrote itself, i don't even remember how i came up with this idea. anyway, i'm surprised there aren't many sanji fics that involves the unrequited love trope, seeing that it suits him. or maybe that's just me. this is only a SNEAK PEEK though.

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 full version now published here!

You accepted it years ago.

You accepted the fact that you somehow fell in love with Sanji Vinsmoke along your weird journey of working in a sea restaurant full of former pirates and making music while at it. How the pesky feelings grew and wrapped themselves around your aching heart, you didn't know. Maybe it was when he learned to cook your favorite food and gave it to you afterwards, or the way his crystal blue eyes reminded you of snowflakes every winter.

Or maybe it was when he pulled your hair out of jealousy the moment he learned that Zeff would be taking in another child in his care, but brushed it and even braided it after the latter cleared the misunderstanding. Maybe it was when he supported you in your dreams and told you they weren't silly, maybe it was when he fought off drunk men that were trying to hit on you. Or maybe it was the way his voice would drop an octave lower whenever he asks you for a favor. The list could go on and on and you still wouldn't know the reason why. It doesn't matter anyway. You tripped, you fell, and now you're pining.

Drying off the last of the plates, you washed your own hands after and patted them dry on your skirt. You were the last one to leave the kitchen, the other staff already back in their quarters after a long, exhausting day of cooking. You fixed the signature blue bandana tied in your hair then went on your way towards the upper deck.

You weren't blessed with a talent in cooking, so you offered to do chores instead. Washing the dishes, cleaning the restaurant, and doing the laundry were few of the things you do in the Baratie. You can't say that you enjoy it, but you were beyond grateful that Zeff gave you a chance despite his opposition to let a woman work inside his restaurant.

As you were about to go to the newly laundered clothes you hung on a thin wire earlier that morning, you heard two voices speaking. You also smelled cigarette smoke wafting through the air, and you only knew one person who could be smoking at this hour. Your breath hitched in anticipation.

"You bringing a woman to your bed again, Sanji?" The other person asked playfully, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice. You carefully took a peek so you won't accidentally reveal yourself and be accused of eavesdropping. Two people came into view with their backs facing you.

"Now, what are you talking about, Patty? I am a gentleman. I only had a nice chat with the lovely lady and escorted her back to her ship." Sanji interjected, a cigarette hanging on his lips.

Patty huffed. "I didn't know that chatting included kiss marks on jawlines."

This caused Sanji to laugh and say, "Not my fault she was charmed by my food."

"The boss man ain't gonna like it when he finds out about this."

"He's not gonna find out." Sanji assured him, wiping off the said kiss mark on his jaw. You stared at him as he did so, and you pitied the woman who planted that kiss, knowing she was just one of the many beautiful ladies Sanji had flirted with before. However, a tinge of pain in your chest said otherwise, taunting you that it was not pity you're feeling, but foul jealousy.

"Why don't you look for more decent women, eh? How about 'little lass' for a change?" Patty suddenly suggested.

It was like someone had hit your stomach with one of the metal pans in the kitchen with the way it lurched in surprise and nervousness. Your heartbeat started to quicken the longer you waited for his response, making your grip on your skirt tighter. In moments like these, you allowed yourself to hope, to wish that he saw something in you and that he finds you beautiful and lovely enough to be the person standing by his side.

But his answer made all that hope crumble down into nothing but dust.

"I don't see her that way." Sanji said after a long stretch of silence, taking a long drag from the cigarette then releasing the smoke in a single breath.

Ah.

You blinked repeatedly, trying to keep the tears from forming. It's always been like this, so why can't you get used to it? Taking a deep breath, you gulped away the knot forming in your throat and decided to leave. You can grab the clothes later.

"You're too kind for him." Someone behind you spoke, making you jump and tense up. Turning around, you saw Zeff looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes and his hands on his hips, almost like he knew your secret. Of course he does. He always sees everything.

You stumbled on your words. "Sir?"

"That boy is always up to something." He began, switching his attention to Sanji. "One minute he's stubbornly immature in the kitchen, and the next he'll be a thirsty man staring at women like they're liquid booze."

Clearing your throat, you forced a smile.

"Well, he can be a lot sometimes." You agreed, remembering the days when the two of you would fight over irrelevant matters. Then you chuckled and continued, "But he's kind. He's gentle, and lovely, like a freshly made poem you keep repeating in your head. But then he's also confusing, hot-headed, and reckless. He's like the sea, isn't he? Calm yet wrapped with mystery, dangerous yet beautiful..."

You trailed off, an unbearable heat rising up your cheeks and neck once you slowly began to realize that you just ranted out your feelings to the head chef. You glanced at him with wide eyes, preparing to see a disgusted look on his face; however, Zeff didn't appear to be repulsed by your little speech. In fact, the corners of his lips were slightly quirked up.

"But I cannot swim. If I were to drown, he wouldn't save me." You quickly added, hoping to shut down the topic.

He sighed. "You will meet someone who deserves you as much as you deserve them, little lass." He simply said. He then laid his hand out, and on his palm was a little box poorly tied with a ribbon. "Here, for you."

Altnough you were a bit confused at the random gift, you accepted it and cradled the box to your chest. "I'll be okay, Zeff." You insisted, grinning cheekily. "When I become famous, I'll sing my songs here in Baratie, and people would flood the restaurant to hear my singing. And to eat your food too, of course."

The head chef nodded, relief flooding his expression. "I look forward to that." He said while awkwardly returning your smile.

That night, when you were sure that everyone in the Baratie was asleep, you opened the loose floorboard on the floors of your bedroom and grabbed the wooden box you kept hidden for a long time now. You opened the lid and began counting the Berry you saved for the past few months.

Tomorrow was the perfect day to leave.

You just can't stay here. Yes, you had a roof over your head, delicious food to eat everyday, and clean clothes to wear but you were so miserable. This wasn't the life you wanted. You wish to go out there, sing your heart out, and fall in love with someone who actually loves you back.

A knock on your door made you freeze. You held your breath as the person on the other side continued to knock a few more times. "You awake?"

Pain surged through your veins, your chest twisting in agony. Sanji.

"You didn't come down for dinner. I guess you're too tired, hmm?" He said, his muffled voice gentle, and the sound almost prompted you to stand up and open the door for him. But you dug your fingernails in your palms and resisted, because you can't just let this opportunity pass by.

You heard a brief clinking sound before Sanji spoke again, "Sweet dreams, ange."

Once his footsteps faded away, you cautiously moved towards your door and opened it as quietly as you can. There, on the floor, was a small plate with a slice of your favorite dessert: angel's food cake, topped with fresh cream and strawberries.

You bent down and saw a note beside the plate. And when you got to read the contents of the note, you burst into tears and sobs that wracked down your entire body.

Happy Birthday

— S.

You ate the cake with tears silently falling down your cheeks, and that was the first time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

again, this is only a sneak peek of the actual fic, i'm currently halfway in completing it. please let me know if you want to read it, because i might publish it next week. if not, i'll just drown in sorrow and self-pity.

#opla #opla x reader #opla x y/n #one piece #one piece live action #opla sanji #one piece sanji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji live action #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #opla sanji x reader #angst #one piece sanji x reader #ਏਓ ladadiida

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gloomy-angel-ing · 5 months

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Decrypting the fragmented messages from Martyn‘s PiratesSMP finale (I‘m back with lore brainrot yay!)

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In his stream there‘s 6 messages he gets with only parts revealed. The rest looks like this with the strange symbols always changing.

(example)

So here’s all the timestamps for the messages & what I’ve been able to get from them. I can‘t ensure they are correct. (The text in italics is stuff that I‘m still unsure about & the rows of 5s are the words I haven‘t been able to decrypt. I‘ll explain why that is below.)

- - 1:15:21 - -

Martyn!?

- - 1:38:48 - -

That has to be you? What took you so long to get out here?

- - 1:46:38 - - (message confirmed by martyn)

There isn‘t much time left! You‘ll be alright so long as you hurry.

- - 1:47:43 - -

C.H.E.S.T have taken an invention/infection and tweaked it. The world got locked in. Iris 5555 failsafe 555 di5 t5e5 5i555.

Edit: You could get locked in. is another solution I found. I think this might fit better.

- - 1:59:47 - -

The portal is close. We can‘t risk them seeing it. 55 5555 a distraction so you can slip away.

- - 2:13:05 - -

Be swift, keep calm & remember your training. Ill only be able to keep it open n for a few more minutes then I‘d have to quarantine this world.

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I‘ll try my best to explain how I got to these results now (I hope this explanation makes sense to someone lol)

Firstly I looked at all these messages, screen recorded them and then did some research on how to even make them look like this. I found a tutorial and during this video I noticed that not every fragmented letters looks the same. They are based on the width of the original text. An i is a very slim letter so the fragmented (or as it is apparently called, obfuscated) text would be slim as well. The opposite goes for a wide letter like w and d which will result in a wide fragmented character.

With this info and the example message Martyn revealed I was able to test and confirm this. Every fragmented symbol has a set width, reaching from 1 to 5 pixels. The fragmented characters constantly change, but they always stay the same size. So all I had to do now was skip through my recordings of the messages and find frames where the I can count the pixels of every missing character and write the number down. It took very long and I had to check several times because I kept making mistakes and miscounting. But I got these results:

- Message 2: 5553 has 35 55 you! 5553 3554 you 55 2555 to 553 553 here?

- Message 4: C.H.E.S.T 5555 2545n 55 155e53155 555 3w5545d 131 555 5o525 553 25c455 151 3515 5555 failsafe 555 di5 35e5 515551

- Message 5: 555 555352 15 52o551 55 55523 r154 t555 555155 131 55 5555 5 51535a53155 55 555 555 5l15 away.

- Message 6: 55 s51431 k555 5525 5 55555555 55u5 355151551 3ll 5525 55 5525 35 4555 i3 5555 n 455 5 few 5555 min5355 5he5 325 5555 35 quarantine 3515 55525111

(didn’t do 1 & 3 because 1 was kinda obvious and 3 was already revealed. )

Now I know the amount of missing characters & how many pixels wide they are. In the minecraft text font almost all characters are five pixels wide, as you see above. But there are a few outliers:

4 pixels: lowercase k & f

3 pixels: lowercase t and uppercase i

2 pixels: lowercase L and apostrophes (there is also a 1 pixel apostrophe but it doesn‘t seem like it‘s used here)

1 pixel: lower i as well as dots, exclamation marks and commas

With this I was able to read some of the missing letters. The rest was guessing. Or I guess using wordle solvers and other websites to find fitting words. That’s how I got to the results above.

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Additional notes on the messages:

— I don‘t know if the word in message 4 for is invention or infection. I think both would work. Infection could mean some kind of virus?

— Iris is the only word I could find that would fit with a capital i (and make sense in the context of pirates) but I haven‘t been able to form a logical sentence with it. I‘m assuming it is a capital letter because it‘s a new sentence. But it could technically be a t. (if anyone has ideas on this pls tell me..)

— Don‘t know what the missing words in message 5 are. I don‘t think they would change the meaning greatly though. (make doesn‘t work bc k is 4 pixels)

— The italics words in message 6 I‘m still a bit unsure about. There is some other word groups that could fit, but none of them made much sense in the whole sentence. I do think it’s possible that I‘m wrong there.

— Edit, bc I forgot to add this. But I don‘t know why there is a singular n in message 6. It is either a strange way to shorten and which would not match the rest of the writing style at all or it is a typo which I don‘t think is that unlikely tbh. I think the way the message would have to be written (with commands I assume) would make it easy to make a mistake there, so maybe it is just the n from open.

— Edit 2: Missing part in message 5 might be "We need a distraction …" (suggestion from @.ilexdiapason)

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I am honestly very surprised that I got this far. Not what I was expecting when I started this. Obviously these messages weren‘t intended to be decrypted like his — which is why I don‘t think I will ever figure out the full messages — but I wanted to try anyway. Martyn has said he‘ll reveal them at some point so I guess I‘ll find out how correct I am. I definitely had my fun with this, also big thanks to the two people (once and percival) in Martyns discord that were replying to my messages while I was doing this lol <3

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the-travelling-witch · 2 months

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𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

summary: a siren attack is already unfortunate, but it's worse if it also reveals some truths about your insufferable crew mate

pairing: pirate! hawks x gn! pirate! reader

warnings: just a silly drabble to get back into writing and exorcise some of my hawks brainrot; a little suggestive at the end

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Getting stuck on the same ship as Takami Keigo was one of life’s most torturous challenges. At least for you. He was obnoxiously arrogant and, much to your chagrin, people flocked to him like seagulls to a forgotten loaf of bread.

Sure, your fellow pirate was quite easy on the eyes and rather charming when he wanted to be; a truth you would only ever admit in the comfort of your own head, lest you inflate his ego even further. Instead, you rather grumbled to yourself, cursing his name for getting to sit pretty in the crow’s nest while you sat on deck and mended a torn net.

“Having fun down there?” If the devil ever spoke to you, you were sure he would mimic the grating lilt of Keigo’s melodic voice. “You know, I’m pretty sure a whale could swim through the holes you’re leaving.”

He was your crew mate, he was an essential part of the expedition, you couldn’t just shoot him down.

“At least one of us is doing their job,” you deadpanned, not even giving him the satisfaction to look up. “You know, I think an island could sneak up on us with how distracted you are.”

“Oh you think you’re distracting me?” Even with your eyes trained on the cords in your hands, you could picture the cocky tilt of his head, a dashing grin playing around his lips. “Is that the kind of effect you want to have on me?”

“You’re the one who’s always coming up to bother me, so if anything you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.” If this conversation went on for any longer, your medic would have to patch up a popped vein on your part.

“Ah there is that wishful thinking again,” he laughed and this time you glared up at his silhouette standing out against the blinding sun. As always, he wore loose beige pants and the top buttons of his black shirt were undone, showing more of his toned chest than you needed to see. His black boots were propped up against the nest’s railing and the crimson head scarf fluttering in the breeze matched the earring dangling from his left lobe.

Just as you were about to retort, another shadow against the sun caught your attention. Drawing your pistol, you undid the safety, alerting the rest of the crew that there was something coming.

But before you could see what exactly was approaching, you suddenly lost your balance as the ship developed a heavy list. Grabbing onto the mast of the crow’s nest, you managed to steady yourself, yet the impact knocked the revolver from your grip. As you looked up, the first thing you saw was the massive cliffs your ship was heading towards, sharp rocks littering the waters, waiting to demolish its wooden bottom.

Then your eyes locked on to the crew’s navigator, whose head lulled from one side to the other as he firmly steered you towards your demise. Next to him, holding his attention, was a beautiful woman sweetly tracing a finger along his jaw as she sang to him. As a feather drifted past your eyes, it suddenly hit you what -or who- exactly you were dealing with.

“Cover your ears!” You shouted to no one in particular as you scrambled for the wax you had stuffed into your pocket. With your hearing muffled, your own heartbeat raced in your ears as you dove for your pistol and breathlessly aimed for the siren attached to your navigator, who by now was half way towards the ship’s railing, his feet dragging underneath him as the woman lured him further towards the water.

You weren’t sure if your bullet was enough to actually kill the siren but upon impact it dissolved into a burst of feathers and released its hold on your crew mate, who dazedly blinked as he tried to regain his senses.

The next few minutes were a blur of talons, feathers and pulling your crew back from the ship’s edge, even tying some of them to the masts to make sure they wouldn’t try to kill themselves again.

Soon enough, however, you were out of bullets and you reluctantly drew the dagger previously secured to your thigh, scanning the area for more sirens when someone tapped your shoulder. Whirling around you slashed your dagger in an arc around you, only to find Keigo standing in front of you, holding up his hands innocently. There was an easy going smile on his face as he said something you couldn’t understand, so you removed one of the wax beads restricting your hearing.

And that was your mistake.

Only a few heartbeats after his velvety voice reached your ears, your dagger clattered onto the deck as Keigo reached out to unplug your other ear as well, his fingers grazing your cheek with nails much sharper than you expected. You wondered if his lips would be as plush as you imagined them to be or if his hair would be as soft as it looked when you buried your fingers in it.

His amber eyes were trained entirely on you as he gave you a coy gaze, inviting you to take another step towards him, to find out for yourself, to sate your curiosity. Likewise, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him either as your feet followed his graceful movements, the light reflecting of his golden hair like a halo, the crimson wings on his back completing his angelic appearance—

Then, Keigo dissolved into a burst of those same scarlet feathers as two sharp swords sliced through his torso. For a moment, you thought you had imagined it when the same face came back into view again.

With full force, the noise of the ship reached you again and you staggered backwards at the sudden onslaught of stimuli. Around you, the crew was running around, untying people and frantically steering the ship back onto the right course as you raced to regain your bearings, disoriented by the orders being bellowed around you.

“That should be the last of them,” Keigo ripped you from your daze, his voice clearer as the sea as he sheathed his swords again. “Nasty creatures, those sirens. Though I guess this one was a handsome fellow, considering you were dazedly mumbling my name on your way overboard.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line when your brain caught up to your current situation. Perhaps the siren had been taken care off, yet you were still tempted to throw yourself head first over the railing. Justifiably so, you thought when your eyes darted to the man’s face long enough to confirm the self-satisfied expression he was wearing.

“I am quite flattered really,” he mused, one hand reaching out to tilt your face up so you’d meet his eyes as he stepped closer to you. For a split-second, the thought that it was still a siren in front of you crossed your mind. “To think that a siren would choose to wear my face in an effort to seduce you… now isn’t that quite the compliment?”

“Just… shut up and let me die in peace, would you?” You rolled your eyes, ready to retreat into your little cabin and try to grapple with your near-death experience, this confrontation included. If only the rocky spikes had ripped open the bottom of the ship, you could sink to the sea floor in quiet solitude.

“No no no, why would you do that when you can stay right here with me? C’mon just see it as my reward for saving your precious life, treasure.” He sent you a cheeky wink, drawing your attention to the sharp slant of his eyes and your heart, the treacherous thing, skipped a beat.

“Is your idea of a reward torturing me further? Or what could you possibly get out of this?” Your shoulders sacked with your sigh, resigning to your defeat.

“What I’m getting out of this? It’s quite obvious isn’t it?” Slinging an arm around your hanging shoulders, Keigo pulled you flush to his side. Warmth and the scent of salt mixed with something woodsy radiated off of him and you could admit this wasn’t the worst position to be in. “Believe it or not, I do enjoy your company.”

“That is hard to believe, you’re right.” You cocked your head in suspicion. “Normally you do everything to get under my skin, so what changed?”

“Hmm, I wonder why that is,” Keigo’s melodic timbre lilted before transitioning into his typical pearly laughter. Then, as if sharing a secret, he leant down so his lips were dangerously close to your ear, his voice dropping low. “You know, you weren’t the only one visited by a siren. As tempting as that version of you looked, I must say I prefer the real deal.

“Do you think I could get you to sing for me as well?”

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wordy-little-witch · 2 months

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Brainrot is kicking in, work has me by the throat, I am so tired

Enter: self indulgent sillies

Shanks and Buggy both were kidnapped very often as children - be it by Marines, enemy pirates, Whitebeard on occasion, random ass guys targeting two unattended children, whatever.

They both have gotten so desensitized to it that they don't even get scared anymore. It becomes more "I'm not held here with you, you're stuck here with ME" type of situation.

Buggy is sassy, snarky, rude and sarcastic. Shanks pops in now and again with some completely out of pocket shit that sends Buggy into hysterics. Think that scene from Helluva Boss with Blitzø and Moxxie being kidnapped.

This complete lack of care extends well into their adulthood - Shanks because it's honestly kind of funny that someone had the audacity to try him, Buggy because sarcasm and sass is his defense mechanism.

Enter: Cross Guild.

Marines try an infiltration mission to Cross Guild, but they severely underestimated the organization. Mihawk was off island at the time, so they thought that the biggest powerhouse who could identify them via observation haki was gone. Buggy notices immediately both because his haki is oversensitive and he's gotten scarily good at reading body language. Crocodile, when informed, proposes they give the squadron what they want with interest.

A series of unfortunate events lead to Buggy and some of the crew shackled and in the plaza. Buggy's got seastone cuffs on wrists and feet both, and has failed to mention the mini transponder in his hair piece. The Marines made the mistake of cuffing him behind his back, thinking it would limit his knife skills. They don't know that Buggy's anxiety and paranoia has lead to him having a secret pin in his boots specifically to pick locks.

Buggy then proceeds to roast the men with all he's got while he works.

The others present are both confused and fighting laughter as the commanding officer gets more and more pissed off before he finally backhands Buggy dark enough to split his lip. Then a hand clutches his throat, lifting him slightly. Buggy splutters. The marine grins, a nasty thing, demands Buggy apologizes, complaining about the blood on his white sleeve. Buggy tries to speak and can't from the lack of air.

"Oh," the officer coos, "what is it? Finally going to beg forgiveness?" He loosens his grip just enough for Buggy to get some air, lowers enough for the other to go on tiptoes to get a strangled breath. Buggy cracks an eye open, a smile blooming on his face.

"H-Harder, daddy~"

The Marine drops him in disgust.

No matter what they try, Buggy has a come back. Crocodile is listening in, and Mihawk, upon arriving back, has joined him to avoid the navy presence. They're both a bit stunned, a little intrigued, and mayhap rethinking some preconceived notions of the clown.

Especially when there's sound over the transponder snail, a little clink, thump, a shout, and something wet.

"Well," Buggy's voice carries over. "Who's next? Come on, I haven't got all day, you already made me miss two appointments, you dull Neanderthals."

There's a sound like a sword being drawn, a war cry, and Buggy chuckles. "Ohh. You're stupid, huh? That's okay, Buggy likey dumby~"

Turns out even in seastone cuffs, even in twice as much as a typical pirate or criminal wears, Buggy is more than capable of taking out a squadron. He uses his surroundings to his advantage, fighting dirty and taunting them playfully, much to the admiration of the other's present. One cuff is off his wrist, but three more are still on him, cutting off his powers. He still manages to not get cut until the near end.

Even then, it's because one of the stragglers tried attacking his chained subordinates. Buggy gets a cut to the cheek, mild and harmless, maybe needing stitches, but he's furious. "No no no," he grits out, "You're playing with me right now." A stolen sword sinks into an opening with ease. Buggy leans in close. "Don't you ever fucking touch my children. Understand?"

No response. Buggy shifts the sword. There's a scream.

"Understand?"

"Y-yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Y-yes... s-sir."

Buggy snorts. "I was looking for your majesty." Then he yanks the blad up and out, leaving the body to slump to the ground. He turns to the few remaining. "Well?"

Buggy handles it on his own, the followers are even MORE fanatic, and Crocodile and Mihawk are facing a sudden and unexpected paradigm shift while watching Buggy happily eat a bowl of ice cream, kicking his feet happily and simply vibing like it's a typical Tuesday afternoon.

#buggy the clown #buggy headcanons #one piece #cross guild #cross guild polycule #competent buggy #badass buggy #oversensitive observation haki my beloved

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rouecentric · 1 year

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fourth genshin brainrot this month,,

IMAGINE being one of the many servants of the tsaritsa, but you remember your past life, one where the world you were in was a game.

you had planned of resignating from your job, but with being acquaintances with most of the harbingers, you know they'll probably search for and kill you if you resign, and maybe the fact that you're an orphan teenager would make it easier for them to get rid of you.

so packing your necessities and clothing, you resigned the same day you ran away and gained an anemo vision, deciding to travel around teyvat while avoiding shneznaya as if it was the plague.

you became a frequent traveler on beidou's ship, a pirate that you soon grew close with, as you told her tales that you grew up hearing about in shneznaya.

by some extent, you also became acquainted with kazuha, the inazuman refugee that became a criminal for being against the raiden shogun's vision hunt decree.

of course, with some mora left on you not being enough to last for more than two months, you decided to become a tailor/seamstress, designing clothes to sell them to any buyer.

and as obvious as it is, your clothing and designs' values sky rocketed in liyue first, as daughters from high society loved how your clothing was not only diverse, but also were lightweight and comfortable!

words of your clothing reached far and wide, making even more people want to see your designs, which meant more mora for you! you happily complied, even starting to take personal commisions for multiple noblemen and noblewomen.

one of your most frequent commisioners were the kamisato family from inazuma, because the head of the kamisato family's younger sister, ayaka, took interest of the new rising star of the fashion industry, which was you.

your most recent stop to travel on foot was to mondstadt, as you were getting rather tired of looking at the seemingly endless bodies of water.

while gathering mushrooms, vegetables and various fruits in mondstadt's wilderness, you found the traveler and their companion, paimon.

although you wanted to do nothing with the story, you took pity on the mc, and decided to help them.

of course, by association with the traveler, you were bound to meet at least one or two of the harbingers, as you were able to avoid rosalyn by staying at the cathedral for longer.

but your "reunion" with scaramouche was anything but nice, as you were caught off guard because of his eyes softening at the sight of you after the man's initial shock. it confused you.

the story and the character's are changing, but why? why is it changing?

#teen reader #platonic yandere #yandere genshin #yandere harbingers #genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines

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kodydrs · 5 months

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The Vice-Admiral’s Daughter - Portgas D. Ace (final / IV)

a/n: IT HAS ARRIVED!! I’ve had AOT brainrot for the last month so I’m actually surprised a finished this today. But it is what it is. I changed the name from “the first time” bc the ending fits better with the new name. anyways, enjoy lol

warnings: fxm, ace x fem!reader, pirate!ace x marine!fem!reader, smut, mdni, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, thighs kisses (🫶🏻), not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

request: yes / no

ib: none

You’d last seen Ace in the dark hours of the night, and apparently your pirate boyfriend wanted to make it a trend.

The sound of soft tapping on glass woke you, followed by your window freaking open. At first you panicked, until you saw a familiar spark of light illuminating his face.

‘Hey, princess.’ Ace whispers, standing in your window. You know he can see your look of disgust. The look wasn’t caused by him being here. More the time, and his constantly bad timing.

‘Ace. What the fuck? My dad is literally 2 rooms away.’ You curse, standing quickly to try push him out of the window. He stumbles slightly, nearly falling had he not wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

‘Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I’m glad to see you too.’ His laugh echos of your walls and you’re quickly to slap a hand over his mouth, bringing your other to his lips. He looks at you, up and down then frowns. ‘You never wear long pajamas.’

His voice is muffled, but not muffled enough that you can’t make it out. More muffled enough that no one else can hear him.

‘It’s been cold lately. It is winter after all.’ You huff, straightening out your long pants. Confusion still morphs his face, but he seems to brush it off.

With little to no effort, he lifts you onto his hip, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, and walks you both over to your bed. Against your will, your body keens into him, his body heat enveloping you.

You’re staring at the ceiling a minute later, lips pulled in a straight line as your boyfriend rubs his face into your collarbone and jaw.

‘You’re like a freaking cat.’ You hiss, adjusting the arm his head is resting on. He laughs at your remark, and you swear you hear him purring a few seconds later.

Despite the genuine annoyance that he’s unsafe in your house at the current moment, you adjust your arm, pulling him closer to you. He breathes quietly, peppering kisses onto your neck.

‘That’s more like my girl.’ His voice is soft and warm, gently fanning your skin. The arms around your waist tighten, and you finally fold, rolling onto your side to wrap both arms around his neck.

‘Whatever.’

You’re looking at him, memorising all his features as he hands travel your body, leaving no part untouched. Lips reconnect with your neck, kissing up to your earlobe.

‘Do you want me in you now or later?’

Your face spreads into a smile, pressing your foreheads together.

‘I knew you didn’t just wanna cuddle.’

He also grins, shuffling up so you’re face to face.

‘I gotta at least pretend I’m not here just because I missed the sex.’ He teases, hands brushing against your waist, lips on lips. A giggle feels the room, and it’s only then you remember where you are. A hand quickly covers his mouth and the other brings a finger to your lips.

‘We have to be quiet, baby. If we get caught, you’ll be executed.’

‘Not with my trusty “Vice-Admiral’s daughter by my side.’ His voice is muffled by your hand, but you still make out what he’s saying. ‘But I’ll try my best to stay quiet. I promise.’

Large, calloused hands wrap around your wrist, pulling your restrictions away and pressing kissing to your palms. Kisses trace down your skin to your neck, the pirate leaving purple love bites on your jaw.

You moan lowly, hands running through his black strands.

‘What’s that moan for?’ He tantalised. ‘I haven’t even done anything yet.’ To emphasise his words, his hand runs along your torso, dipping past your waistband.

A soft sigh pushes your breath against his skin.

‘I want you to fuck me so bad right now.’

His eyes widen in surprise but he quickly recovers, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Damn, I adore you when you’re honest.’ He holds your hips and rolls, pushing you down onto the bed to crawl over top of you. Your hands follow him, stroking his sides with the back of your fingers. The ticklish feeling pulls a laugh from the pirate. He leans next to your ear.

‘Quite the flirt, aren’t ya?’

‘Always. Just for you.’

He smirks, kissing your cheek and just simply resting there for a few seconds.

It was soft moments like this that truly made you consider running off to sea with him. You missed every minute where you could be together but you aren’t.

‘Don’t worry, my love.’ He whispers. ‘I’m gonna make sure you’re satisfied in every way possible.’

The sound of metal on leather makes your insides twist and your back arches to the ceiling when cold air surrounds your legs. Cold air which is quickly replaced by a warm heat running up and down them.

‘You ok?’ He asks, fingers tracing your thighs before dipping between them. You whinge slightly, holding him. ‘Tell me if you’re not.’

‘I’m ok.’ You whisper, pulling his face to press your foreheads together. He slowly starts pumping his fingers out of you, and your teeth meet your lips, soft moans filling the space between you both.

Ace whispered quiet affirmations in your ear, telling you good of a girl you were, and how perfect you are.

‘You’re the love of my life, and I miss you when you’re not around.’ His fingers scissor inside you, and it takes a hand over your mouth to not cry out. Ace looks at you, eyes widened for a second before they squint to smile. ‘You’re so easy to please.’ He teases, bringing his cum-soaked fingers to his mouth.

You cringe, covering your face as a burning blush paints it.

‘I can’t believe you just did that.’ He laughs, kissing your neck to add to his already many decorations. He pulls your hands away, tracing circles on your palm with his thumb.

‘Are you ready, or do you want me to prep you more?’

You nod, finding comfort in his touch.

‘I’m ready.’ Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can’t imagine how he’d heard you. But he did, and slowly he aligned himself before sliding into you, stretching your walls. Your lewd moans are silenced by a hand over your mouth. Even with prep, it felt like you were being torn apart. You lock eyes with your boyfriend, vision blurred from tears. Soft lips kiss over your face, comforting you into adjustment.

‘You tell me when I’m ok to move. And if you want to stop, just tell me. Ok, baby?’

You nod, hiccuping. You reach around, finding his hand and intertwining them. For a minute you just lay like this, cockwarming him. With a deep sigh, you lean up into his neck.

‘You can move now.’ You whisper, nipping at his earlobe. A smile presses to your cheek as he slowly drags his hips back, then snaps them forwards. A high moan echoes through your room, and you both stop, listening to see if anyone heard. When there was no sign of movement in the house, you nodded and Ace repeated the motion. You bit your lip harshly, most likely drawing blood as he ploughed into you.

If nothing else drove you crazy (but believe me, everything Ace did drove you mad), then the way he groaned into your ear was definitely it. Nothing got you more turned on.

‘Do you want me to cum in you or out?’ He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours.

‘W-Whatever you want.’ You pant, feeling your nails bluntly scratch his back.

The soft whimper that comes from him almost makes you release right there and then. He felt your walls clench around him, and a tired laugh escaped.

‘Holy fuck. You sound so good when you make noises.’ You say, arching your spine as a knot forms in your lower abdomen. ‘Such pretty noises for me.’

‘Oh shut the fuck up.’ A bit of teasing didn’t hurt. Over the past year-ish, teasing had become your love language. Not so much when it came to intimacy, but more just in everyday life.

‘Fuck. I’m gonna cum.’

‘Hold it a second.’

‘God, Ace. Please.’ Your nails were drawing blood now. Not a crazy amount, but enough to make him hiss. With a few harsh thrusts, you felt the knot snap, sending you over the edge, and it’s not long before your boyfriend joins you, planting his cum deep inside you.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan while Ace bites down hard on your shoulder, a muffled grunt coming from him.

He slowly gets you both through your highs, moving lazily inside of you. With tired eyes, he pulls away to look at your face, bringing a hand to soothe where you’d been bitten.

‘Sorry.’ He whispered, seeing how deep his teeth marks went. You shook your head, bringing a hand to his face.

‘It doesn’t hurt.’

You both wince as he pulls out of your wet cunt, flopping beside you, your body wrapped tightly in his arms. You nuzzled against his chest, feeling sticky and disgusting, but not having enough energy to clean yourself up. Neither of you had enough energy, and still Ace groaned and stood, moving to your door.

‘Wait.’ You whisper-shouted. ‘My dad-‘

‘I’ll stay hidden. Where’s the bathroom?’

You hesitated, but if he’d been able to get away for this long, then he must be good at hiding.

‘First door on the right.’ He disappeared for a minute or 2, returning with a wet cloth and a glass. ‘Thank you.’

He was gentle in the way he cleaned you, washing your thighs and planting soft kisses on them as he did so before cleaning your pussy. He kissed just above where your shorts had sat, before quickly cleaning himself and disappearing out the door again. You waited patiently for him to return, crawling into his body heat the minute he hit your bed.

‘You know.’ He whispered, playing with your hair. ‘If you came out to sea with me, then we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone hearing us. Or finding us even.’

You rest your chin on his chest, looking at his brown eyes.

‘I want to Ace.’ You start. ‘But an Vice-Admiral's daughter becoming a pirate would ruin lives.’

‘How so? My brother did it.’

‘But it was Luffy’s grandfather, and no one knew him as Garp’s grandson. I’m known as the Vice-Admiral's daughter.’

‘I know. But we could get you a new name. You aren’t bound to the one you were born with when you’re at sea.’

You sighed, closing your eyes.

‘I love you, Portgas D. Ace. And some day, I might become a pirate with you. But for now, I can’t. So you go off on your dreams, and I’ll wait here patiently for you. Ok?’

There was a sense of sadness in Ace’s eyes, but he smiled nonetheless, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You chased his lips, pressing them against your own chastely.

It didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, along with his heartbeat soothing you into slumber.

Like the last time, you awoke to no Ace. Only the sun coming through your currents, and a soft breeze coming through your window. It saddened you, but it was reality.

You didn’t see Ace again. You didn’t even hear about his death until long after it happened. And for some reason, you didn’t cry. You didn’t feel sad at all. For some reason, you laughed. Maybe it was because you’d never dealt with that kind of grief, or maybe because he didn’t have to run anymore. Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter. He was gone, and you were still the Vice-Admiral’s daughter.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 1 year

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Healing Hands // Nikolai Lantsov

Request: Hi Millie! S&B s2 left me with severe Nikolai brainrot 🫠 I love my pirate prince so, if it's okay, I'd love to request a Nikolai x healer!reader 💙 I am a sucker for the patching up trope so that would be amazing. Thanks in advance! ☺️ And happy belated birthday! 🎉

A/N: First time writing for Nikolai so pls be gentle! I’m still getting to grips with his character and I haven’t read King of Scars yet so I only know of the show Nikolai and the trilogy Nikolai. Anyway! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like, lovely!

Warnings: injuries, mentions of blood, nausea, dizziness. Pining, mutual pining. Mentions of a duel, stabbing. Pain. This is fluff, I promise.

Word Count: 1.4k

Were the grounds to the palace truly that uneven, or was he losing more blood than he initially realised?

Nikolai pondered this as he took a steadying breath against the wave of nausea that washed over him when he placed his left foot on the step first rather than using his right foot to power through. A silly mistake, the prince thinks, but a mistake nonetheless when black spots dance across his vision.

He slumps against a marble column, resting his forehead against its coolness. He could tolerate pain, could stand the sight of blood and deal with the accompanying adrenaline. What Nikolai found hard to cope with, was that he let his elder brother get the best of him.

It was this thought that spurred him on. The anger at being bested by Vasilly that kept him putting one foot in front of the other even though his left leg protested with every single step.

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The Healing Room was rather basic in its layout. A row of six beds placed against the back wall; each bed positioned under a window for air ventilation. Across to the furthest side of the room, shackled to the wall, was an apothecary cabinet filled to the brim with plants and herbs that could aid in healing. Most Grisha didn’t have much use for traditional medicine, but the palace hired its fair share of non-grisha too.

To the left of the room, there sat a desk. It wasn’t overly large; big enough for two just about. It was at this desk that he finds you; your face buried in a book, a streaming drink to your side and a pile of unfinished paperwork sprawled across the rest of the desk. If it wasn’t for the blood dripping onto the floor, making him dizzier, Nikolai could stand there and watch you all day.

Nikolai slumps into the door; the dark wood banging against the sage green walls, alerting you to his presence.

“Your Majesty!” You gasp, rushing to your feet, knocking into your desk and spilling ink over the pages of your new book. You barely give it more than a second thought; hurrying to Nikolai’s side. “What happened?”

Nikolai remains silent as you aid him across the small room to the uncomfortable bench where you healed the more dramatic of injuries. Nikolai tries his best not to wince as he settles down onto the hard wood, feeling every bump and scratch laid into the wood. The ceiling lights only further his nausea so he focuses his gaze on you. His eyes follow your every move; bustling from draw to cupboard, pulling out anything you could need before healing his wound with your powers.

A small, pained smile adorns his lips as you draw your stool next to him. Instinctively, you brush his hair back from his forehead. Nikolai leans into your touch; relishing in your gentleness, wishing it could be the first he felt when he came to consciousness in the morning.

“What happened, Nikolai?” You question, turning your focus to the tear in his trousers. A two inch gash stretches across the front of his left thigh; blood runs freely down his leg. The flow seems to have slowed some, but he’d already lost too much for your liking.

Nikolai lazily waves a hand in the air, putting on airs and graces. “It’s nothing. A simple scratch that needs treating.”

You shoot the prince an unimpressed look. “When you want to tell me the truth, Niko, I’m ready and waiting.”

Nikolai groaned, hating the use of your childhood nickname for him. You so rarely used it now; the nickname, like his childhood, a bittersweet memory. “You’re not playing fair,” He complains, throwing an arm across his face.

You snort, shaking your head fondly at the prince. “I never claimed to play fair. I have to know what happened in case I need to treat an infection before closing the wound.”

Nikolai sighs, knowing he had been bested for a second time that day. “Vasilly…” Nikolai begins, quashing the sudden rise of anger as he thinks back to the events of barely an hour ago.

“What did your brother do?”

“It wasn’t what he did. Am I upset he stabbed me? Yes, but I let myself get distracted and lose the upper hand.”

“How?”

“He said something he knew would get a rise out of me and I took the bait.”

“You know better than that,” You chasten, running your hands through his hair again.

He sighs. “I know but I can’t change what’s happened.” Nikolai feels his anger surge once more, “He was spouting nonsense about Grisha and their talents, stating what he would do when he was king. He made a nasty comment about you, and that’s when I lost my temper.”

“I can fight my own battles, Nikolai.”

Nikolai grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly. “You weren’t there to fight this battle. Vasilly knew what he was doing, and I knew too.”

“Then why did you respond?”

“I always will when it comes to you. I won’t stand for anyone badmouthing you even if they are their heir to the kingdom.”

You pull away from his grasp. Shaking your head, ridding yourself of the thoughts rushing through them, you bring your hands up to the all too familiar position.

“Ready?”

The prince grins. “Ready.”

Your hands move in their familiar patterns; the movements so second nature to you that you do not give it a second thought as you watch the gash on Nikolai’s thigh close, leaving nothing behind but a faint, light pink scar. You fix the prince with a stern stare, “I may have healed you but I need you to take it easy for the rest of the day. No duelling your brother, no swords, no guns. Do you understand?”

Nikolai pulls himself up, swinging his legs off the bench as he salutes you with a cheerful grin on his face. The colour has returned to his cheeks and the usual mischievous gleam has returned to his eyes.

Your feel your heart begin to race at the sight, knowing that any Heartrender in a sixty mile radius could most likely hear it’s pounding. “You scared me out of my wits, Niko,” You confess, taking a seat on the wooden bench next to the prince, resting your head on his shoulder.

Nikolai rests his head on yours; taking your hand in his. “I’m sorry,” He murmurs, meaning it.

“It seems I’m always patching you up when you’re here,” You admonish before your tone turns softer. “Or when you return from your travels, you seem to have new scars.”

“My healers aren’t as adept as you, darling,” Nikolai compliments; his tone flirtatious as he brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a quick and gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

You hide your face in his shoulder, hoping he doesn’t feel the heat from the flush of your skin. “Don’t tell me that or I’ll be stowing away on your ship next time.”

Nikolai stiffens as the idea comes to him. “That’s perfect!” He exclaims, jumping off the bench, dropping your hand in favour of cradling your face with both of his.

“What do you mean?” You wonder, confused to his reaction but not wanting him to move a single inch. His hands on your face feels like the closest you could get to knowing what the touch of a saint is.

Nikolai keeps your gaze steady. “Come away with me,” He all but begs. “I leave soon and I don’t know when I’ll be back again. Come away with me.”

Your hands cover his. Nikolai’s thumb brush your cheekbones; his eyes shine with sheer happiness as his mind races with thought after thought of what it would be like to have you on his ship, to have you so close.

“I need you to promise me something if I’m to do this,” You warn, arching an eyebrow at the blonde.

“Anything,” He responds immediately, desperately wanting you to say yes to leaving with him, to say yes to a future with him.

“You have to promise to only let me heal you,” You state, dropping a hand in favour for poking him in the ribs. “And only me.”

Nikolai laughs; the sound ringing loud and true through the healing room. As he draws you in for an embrace, he knows that that would be a promise he could certainly keep.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #prince nikolai #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai Lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai Lantsov imagines #fluff #shadow and bone #s&b fanfiction

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t0ribird · 1 year

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Pirate AU DKBK

I had a sudden Pirate brainrot while drawing the Winter AU. You don't have to read this, saves me the embarrassment. I don't really know where to start in explaining?? Basically Izuku(8) is a prince from a fallen kingdom, was then take under a pirates wing (All Might, a super legendary criminally heroic pirate.) They live in the sea on the ship, One for All. She's a super gorgeous ship with their flag having the ✧ ofa kinda symbol you see in the manga. It's not a scary flag but it does carry a reputation and a promise! "I am here!" A warning or a reassurance, depends on the case. Izuku gets mentored by like everyone on the boat no matter how big or small their teachings are. Grows up with the same good morals and happiness he would've gotten with his biological mother.

Then there is AFO Kingdom, where it looks peaceful but it's got some real shady stuff going around in the shadows. Once in a blue moon you'll hear about a case where a random civilian goes rampage and the king always manages to sweep it under a rug. The king being , AFO Shigaraki in arranged marriage with Bakugou Mitsuki. Mitsuki fell in love with Masaru and had BKG. AFO didn't really care as long as he was able to yk brainwash the kid, but it turns out that BKG is a stubborn kid and had morals passed down lmao. So AFO had adopted in Tomura a little after. The Bakugous then are slowly AND mysteriously taken down one by one after no longer being useful. So Katsuki(15) HAD to find a way to escape before he was next. Especially after accidentally uncovering the strange drugs the king was trafficking. BTW Bkg was kept weak by the king and was denied any swordsmanship, he tried learning by himself but it only resulted in busted wrists. Thats when he stumbled on a strange boy after being chased. The boy with a savior complex sweeps him away without even knowing the fact that HE was a runaway prince. Then begins his life at sea. Jazz hands. I actually have so much more to say but this probably doesn't even make sense.

#bkdk #dkbk #bnha #midoriya izuku #deku #my hero academia #fanart #bakugo katuski #boku no hero academia #mha #bakudeku #uraraka ochako #kacchan #pirate

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just-a-little-cellist · 9 months

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Would love to see your hcs for being in a relationship with Ed! PDA or ideas on how he and reader would spend time together, your choice!

(yessssss I love Ed so much and the OFMD brainrot is real! gonna do PDA headcanons if that's alright, hope you enjoy!)

(Ed/Blackbeard x gender neutral reader - no warnings, just fluff)

Ed is pretty affectionate with the people he cares about, especially when he's on the Revenge.

After all, who's going to protest? He's the most feared pirate on the seas so nobody has the guts to say anything (except maybe Izzy but Ed puts a stop to that fairly quick).

It seems like he always has a hand on you somewhere, normally just wherever is most convenient.

He's rarely seen with you without having a hand on your lower back, or an arm around your shoulders, or a hand on your thigh when you're sat together.

If you're holding hands, he likes to fidget with your fingers a lot and intersperses it with soft kisses pressed to your knuckles (he's a romantic after all).

He will also randomly pick you up when you're not expecting it just to hear your squeak of surprise, he thinks it's adorable.

(It's mostly to express his love for you but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like to show you off a bit.)

One of the things that brings you both the most comfort, however, is touching foreheads before one of you leaves. It started when Ed was about to go on a raid, and when you expressed your worry he gently pressed his forehead to yours in a silent promise that he'd come back safe. It's now become part of your routine, and neither of you will leave without it.

I will say this once, loudly for the people in the back: EDWARD TEACH LOVES HUGS FROM BEHIND. Both giving and receiving.

He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, and he loves it even more if you're busy doing things because then he can watch you work. But he equally enjoys when you surprise him with hugs - it takes his mind off of the stress of being captain for a moment and makes him feel so genuinely wanted.

(basically Ed loves you more than life itself and wants to be near you all the time ok bye)

#ofmd #ofmd x reader #our flag means death #our flag means death x reader #blackbeard ofmd #blackbeard x reader #edward teach #edward teach ofmd #edward teach x reader #blackbeard x you #edward teach x you #ofmd x you #reader insert

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 10 months

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Heya, could I request a secretly demon MC? They’re using some type of magic to hide their true appearance (basically one like a tiefling from DnD) and have a pact with The Devil, but are now suddenly trying to break it because the M6 gave them some type of hope for their life again?

Before the M6 even discover this, the MC was brash and selfish, also fairly quick to jump to violence (though probably not Vulgora level) and quiet about their past. How would the pieces click into place for them? In case you need any extra info you can just post that mentioning this ask and I’ll try to help

So sorry if requests aren’t open, your blog description says they are but I can’t find if there is a post also saying that so I’m not fully sure. If not feel free to ignore this!

The Arcana HCs: When MC's natural patron is the Devil

~ disclaimer: this request was work shopped a little with my requester, so you'll be seeing some different info in the setting. It was fun chatting with you, new friend, I hope you like these! - brainrot ~

-- some background --

Nobody knew when it was time to go up against the Devil that you were tempted to join him. While you never let on, his voice always spoke the loudest to you in the cards, and you relished the way his cunning nature enabled your own aggressive tendencies. While in the end you were able to work with your lover to preserve Vesuvia, you still feel a little guilt for the way his words continue to provoke you.

Julian

He's not going to judge someone for their past. The way he sees it, you're working with what you've got, and you're doing a fine job. If you're a little aggressive about it, cool

No seriously, he's kind of a fan. He got to watch you kick a rude customer out of your shop once and he still lies awake at night fantasizing about it

Let out some of your aggression with him. Please.

On a less indulgent note, he knows what it's like to have tendencies he's not proud of

It was a little daunting to tell him that it had been tempting to take the Devil's side and not live with any more constraints, and that you still struggle with some guilt about it, but he listened closely

He understands the feeling of guilt for something he didn't do, but still wanted to. He's quick to tell you how he relates to you, and to remind you of the lesson you taught him to live looking forward

Speaking of looking forward, are you sure you want to stay at the shop forever? You're not that well suited to customer service

Just saying, you have the potential to make a fine pirate ...

Asra

They didn't know of your affiliation until it came time to re-teach you magic, and the strong link they saw scared them a little at first

To be clear - he wasn't scared of or disturbed by you. He just knew firsthand what the Devil could be like, and he worried what kind of harm that affiliation might cause to the person he loves so much

It was another reason for them to be so secretive about your abilities - they weren't just waiting for your mind to heal enough to hear about the past, they were waiting for you to be strong enough to navigate a connection like that

He watched you when it came time to bargain with and subsequently trap the Devil, and he is so, so proud of you

Your short temper, aggressive nature, and quickness to violence are a different matter entirely. Everyone has things they struggle to control, that's part of being a person

They've spent years teaching you not to be afraid of or upset by your tendencies

If anything, they love the chance to see you let loose for the right reason. You're stunning when you're in your element

Nadia

You shake things up and she likes it

She's so used to maintaining total control of herself and biting back her immediate responses that your impulsive aggression is hugely refreshing

It's also a nice change when most of the people she interacts with prefer to hide their thoughts and actions as much as possible

Half the time you lose your patience and shout you just end up saying what she was already thinking

She's especially happy to find that you give as good as you get, and that the chances of her doing something you don't like without you letting her know is next to zero

She was able to perceive quite a bit of tension whenever you spoke to the Devil. She could tell how tempting it was for you to join him, and seeing your decision to resist only made her fall harder for you

As a result, she likes to challenge you to see your aggression as a gift instead of as a struggle

Have you considered some form of combat training? Fencing? Wrestling? You have a gift for violence, would you like to join her royal guard?

Muriel

You shake things up and it's better for him than he'd like to admit

If you're too quick to escalate things, he's the type who doesn't escalate even when it would be the appropriate thing to do

It was hard for him to get along with you at first. You remind him a bit too much of Lucio with your quick temper and loud voice, but you have a good heart

He especially saw it when the two of you were training under Morga. He came to recognize courage in your ferocity, and started to question what made a good person a good person

Of course, he didn't appreciate it as much when he was a little too close to your sparring matches and they started to get more aggressive than necessary

He's also quick to help you re-frame your guilt around your connection - you don't think he's a bad person after what he did, why would he think you're bad for what you didn't do?

He does value peace and quiet though, so he usually suggests that you stay in charge of splitting wood and other more violent jobs, just so you have a regular outlet

Portia

You have a short temper? She has a short temper too!

You're quick to throw a punch? So is she!

You two do learn quickly that it's not the best idea to only egg each other on. It doesn't always go well when you keep throwing each other's impulse control out the window every time something happens

You'll eventually perfect the art of taking turns reeling each other in. Though sometimes you play rock-paper-scissors for the chance to demolish an especially annoying person

Being with her takes "partner in crime" to a whole new level

It's a good thing you have both Nadia and Julian willing to smooth things over with their negotiating skills if you both blow up at the same time

She never drew a connection between you and the Devil - you were too busy dealing with her Aunt Tasya

You did one day confess it to her when it was really getting to you

She doesn't think it's any bigger of a deal than you say it is. As far as she's concerned, you are you, and that's who she loves

Lucio

Honestly, it's an ongoing struggle for him not to be jealous of you

You have the same tendencies he does. You have the same affiliation he does. You were even offered a deal without having to seek it out, and he knows for a fact that it was tempting

And yet, you chose to say no

At the same time, it's a whole lot easier to accept help from you because he knows it comes from someone who understands and chooses to love him anyways

He chooses to be inspired by you instead

And he adores your comfort level with combat. You want a fight? He is so down for a fight. Say the word and he'll drop everything for a match

Let's just say that it's a good thing you two are in the career path that you are in, because if you didn't both have the chance to let off steam for a good cause that often it would be a recipe for disaster

Some people get concerned because of how quick you two are to argue with each other, but it actually works pretty well because you both get where the other is coming from and are quick to forgive

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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axcel-lucci · 1 year

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FUCKING FINALLY!

Trafalgar Law x reader

Note: this is my brainrot so that means it may or may not be that good.

It was a very hot and bright day in the middle of the ocean, a great day to do laundry for the heart pirates

(Y/n) carried baskets of now clean but still wet blanks out on the deck to hang, and as she hung them and clipped them to the line so they won't fall, Law appears.

Though he looked quite distraught, which isn't that much new considering his sleep schedule and work.

"(Y/n)-ya..." He called and took big large strides just to get to her in a few steps

"Hmm...?" She hummed as she looked up at him

"I need your honest opinion" he said

"Alright" she smiled brightly as law nodded and started to hype himself up by breathing exercises and telling himself he could do it.

'do what, exactly?' she thought as she watched him, presumably, calming his poor heart.

"So here it goes." He huffed, "would you go out... With me?"

"Huh?" She was taken a back, not by the proposal, but by how he said it.

It was said in a quick manner, as if he blurts it out just to get that heavy feeling off.

"I-i meant what I said" he cursed himself when he stammered.

"No... That's not what I meant" she laughed softly, "what I mean was that... I was just taken a back by your sudden confession... I... Honestly didn't expect you to like me... And... Yes... I would LOVE to go out with you"

He seemed ecstatic, to say the least...

Like a kid when it's mother said "fine" to it wanting a new toy it wanted for months.

"Really?!" He mused happily; "you really would??"

She laughed and nodded

"Great...! Are you okay to have a breakfast date with me tomorrow? We're arriving at an island, so..."

"I think that would be lovely" she smiled as he grinned

"Great...! Meet you here tomorrow by... 7?"

She just nodded as he smiled once more and raced back inside.

It honestly made her laugh at how enthusiastic he is about it, too.

Next day...

(Y/n) decided to wear a yellow off shoulder dress designed with big and small sunflowers at the bottom as it stopped right by her knees, and also wore some flat shoes.

"Should I do my make up...?" She asked to herself before shrugging and just put on some lipgloss instead.

She soon found herself walking over to law once she spots him at the deck

He left his sword and hat by his room so that no one would draw attention to them,

"You look beautiful..." He muttered when he was checking her out

It made her smile softly, "thank you"

His eyes immediately snap to hers, clearly saying she wasn't supposed to hear that, it honestly made her chuckle softly.

"A-are you ready...?* He damned himself for being this nervous as she smiled tenderly.

"Yes... I am ready" she answered

Meanwhile, the crew were literally punching the air at how their plan had worked.

Mostly used Bepo to convince him to confess already and even got a date out of it.

"Fucking finally...!" Shachi groaned

But seriously, there's some sort of tension between them. Sexual or romantic.

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece

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