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asukaskerian · 9 months

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bleach - same verse as Howling Outside Your Door

ABO universe, worldbuilding + fallout from the main body of a grimmichi fic (in between fic and epilogue) : ichigo makes his way back home.

(it used to be that attempt at epilogue that stumped me for like six months.)

i'm not posting it on AO3 yet because the flow bothers me, idk about the ending lines, and also i want to put it inside a collection fic for that 'verse but i don't wanna start a collection when it's the only thing i can put in it. so like, i'll probably post it there if/when i manage another fic but for now, it's here.

So Ichigo did the walk of shame back to town in archaic underwear and what amounted to a mid-thigh bathrobe.

Fair enough, he told himself (and Hollow Zangetsu, who replied with nothing but snickering in the back of his head and a sensation of a door closing with a firm and definitive snap between them.)

Or... Maybe fair was the wrong word, but -- whatever. He didn't actually... mind. It would be embarrassing when he finally reached town, but --

No matter. Never mind. He would deal. It was just weird, being alone again.

He hopped over a tree trunk with casual disregard, and promptly caught his toe on it and tripped when his sleeve started ringing out of nowhere. His foot landed with a wet squelch in something unidentifiable; he plunged his hand down his sleeve to grab the spirit flip phone Urahara had somehow managed to inflict on him.

"Yeah? -- oh, gross."

"Who are you calling gross, little boy?"

-- Oh. He stopped walking, phone pressed to his ear and one foot still up, trying to flick the weird mush out from between his toes. "Rukia? They called you in?"

Just hearing her voice made his shoulders relax, his back straighten.

"I came with the Captain-Commander." Her voice was all no-nonsense, extra-professional; Kyōraku was probably in the room with her. Ichigo tried not to feel too disappointed. He'd hoped... "Now Urahara-san tells us a garganta just opened and closed, can you confirm?"

"Yeah, they just left. Peacefully and with half of my house's entire stock of pillows."

He was rewarded with a little 'heh.' "And your estimated time of arrival at the shop?"

"Oh, uh." Ugh. Five minutes if he flew, but he didn't want to fly. "Fifte... thirty minutes. I gotta... stuff."

"Very well." She turned away from the phone, voice gone muffled as she relayed his words. Sigh.

"Alright," she said all at once, in such a different tone he almost startled. "I'm in the ladies' room. Tell me why you're coming back on foot. Are you brooding?"

Ichigo spluttered, and shoved a branch out of his face with a little more -- enthusiasm. (Relief.) "What the hell makes you think that?!"

"If you were injured you'd say so. You wouldn't make poor Inoue cry thinking of you limping back through rough terrain on your lonesome."

"...Mngh."

"Also... Ichigo, I'm an alpha too. Do you think I don't understand how it might feel to devote a couple nights slaking a lover's lust and shielding their most intimate vulnerabilities only for them to disappear in the morning?"

He swallowed. Cleared his throat. "... I keep forgetting you're an alpha."

"Bullshit you do, you're just a deviant."

"Ugh, shut up. Nobody still goes by Sengoku era rules for friend groups."

Fewer and fewer people even still held onto it for actual packs in the Living World, but Soul Society, he knew, held firmly to that rule at least. A household might have several omegas, and definitely several betas, but more than one, unrelated alpha? Too shocking for their old-timey sensibilities. Kind of... queer.

Rukia's voice went teasingly cloying. "There, there, it's okay if you consider me a senior alpha, a patriarch of sorts, a mentor in the ways of--"

"I really, really don't."

"Hmph. Upstart."

"You really missed an occasion to call me a whippersnapper there."

She clicked her tongue. "Drat, I really did. Lout?"

"Lout's a good one."

A moment of quiet fell between them. Ichigo tried to swallow back the choking feeling making its way up his throat.

He wished she were here, walking in the woods with him. Her and Chad and Renji. Ishida and Inoue and Tatsuki too, while he was at it, though he and Tatsuki were guaranteed to get into a brawl as long as he was still this choked up on hormones. Just thinking of his childhood friend even close enough to smell his omega on his skin made him bite back a growl.

He'd probably still growl at Rukia, but not... Not the same way.

Not now that Grimmjow was gone, and his pack with him.

"Ow, fuck."

"Hm?"

"Stubbed my toe. Listen, Rukia..."

"Yes."

It's just stupid hormones, right? he wanted to ask. Nothing else. It's hormones and discovering so much all at once about a man who made such a strong impression on me back then, and I'm a bit shaken, and it will pass. Can you please tell me that? But he couldn't push out any of that.

"Can you bring me clothes?" he asked instead. "Or my body, I should probably--"

He probably shouldn't get his body yet, actually. Kyōraku was here.

Kyōraku was here about Mayuri.

"... Am I getting arrested?"

He didn't even have time to brace for the answer; Rukia immediately dismissed it with a snort. "Don't be ridiculous. They don't have the funds to repair the prison break damages."

"... Uh. Maybe I would... not escape..."

"You wouldn't have the time to turn around in your jail cell before all your friends rose up to break you out and you know it." A sigh. "I'm not saying there won't be... complications... but -- just get home, Ichigo. It'll be okay."

He sped up a little, in the end.

Rukia met him at the edge of the woods with a new shihakusho, and the smile she pinched down was only a little bit teasing and a lot more sympathetic. He didn't want to growl at all.

He wanted to growl later on when he walked through the front of Urahara's shop past a double row of rank-and-file shinigami all side-eyeing him to find, in the tatami room behind it, the captain-commander sprawled out with a cup of "tea" in hand.

Inoue and Ishida and Chad were sitting there in front of him, in polite seiza, and for a second all Ichigo could see was 'a strange alpha around my pack' and 'a threat'.

Then Rukia whacked him between the shoulder blades, propelling him past the threshold, and Kyōraku -- quick shrewd glance, genial smile -- reclined some more, and waved. "Kurosaki-kun! Hello."

"... I'm not so close to losing control that you need to show me your belly, Kyōraku-san." Mostly because taking that opening to attack would be a mistake that would cost Ichigo his life, he was pretty sure. But still.

The man laughed. "Ah, but it helps, doesn't it."

Grumbling, Ichigo looked away. None of his pack looked rattled or unsure or scrunched-down; Ishida was on the cool side of reserved, but he always was around high-ranking shinigami, and Inoue and Chad looked like they'd been having a nice little talk before he came in. Ichigo made his way to the cushion they'd left empty in the middle and sat with a grumble, ignoring Ishida's pointed sniff.

"I don't suppose you could have taken a shower first," Ishida muttered.

"Shut up. No."

Kyōraku straightened up a bit, leaning back on his hand but mostly vertical, legs crossed. Ichigo busied himself taking the bigger Zangetsu off his back to rest it on the floor beside him with the blade turned inwards, since Kyōraku had done the same with his sabers and they were apparently playing the antique version of the 'everybody is friendly here' game really insistently.

(The shorter blade across the small of his back stayed put, though.)

"Ahh, does any of you need a little bit to reestablish scent mar--"

"No," Ishida and Ichigo chorused with disgust, and Inoue echoed with flailing hands when the man's eyes turned to her.

Chad chuckled, looking away. In the middle of gracefully kneeling to sit at the side of the table, Rukia snorted, and then coughed delicately to try to cover it up.

"Hoo. Are you not a pack, then?"

"Yes we are."

"But you don't --"

The man was toying with his tea cup and looking pleasantly friendly. Ichigo's eyes narrowed.

"Ah -- Tatskuki-chan agreed to be my designated heat partner before I met -- she's my best friend, you know?"

"Mnh. And in a traumatizing turn of events," Ishida added, "it turns out Kurosaki and I are related. Distantly, but I don't know of any distance that would be far enough, so--"

"That's not what you're here to talk about," Ichigo interrupted, and only moderately felt bad.

Mayuri had acted very certain that his little side trips were going to be met with a rap on his knuckles at the very worst.

Ichigo should have been thinking of Nemu-san, who would probably mourn the bastard. Of all the important miracles the man had probably accomplished in the name of Soul Society, or was still in the middle of bringing forth.

All he could think was, 'he made Grimmjow's packmates turn on him and was smug about it', and try as he may to bury it, the thought just kept echoing with what he had felt back when Tsukishima took the people he loved. That raw despair, that powerlessness.

Ichigo was a very civilized alpha, from one of the most restrained and polite countries in the world. He liked Kyōraku. He respected Kyōraku. He still growled.

Kyōraku watched him without saying anything for a moment, head tilted.

"I don't suppose an official mutual apology to soothe ruffled feathers is in the cards then."

Ichigo's jaw ached. "I'll apologize to Nemu-san."

Rukia inhaled slowly between her teeth, hands fisted on her knees. "... Ah. The Central 46..."

Kyōraku hummed, watching him. Ichigo stared back. At his side his friends didn't know why he had taken this hard tone, but they still straightened up, hardening their resolve to match, to shore him up.

"Well! You're a very young human startled in a very delicate, very irrational moment. Kurotsuchi-taicho should have known better."

"Kurosaki-san is extremely regretful, I'm sure," Rukia lied with her 'Nobles don't have emotions, only prissiness' face on. "Emotional. Terrible for all involved."

And Ichigo knew what they were doing, knew this was saving face and nothing else, agreeing on a half-assed lie to sell those other guys, knew that shoving their noses in the truth would only be annoying for everyone, but he -- but.

Grimmjow. Ed. Di Roy.

Not a single one of them mattered one whit to the Central 46. Just vermin.

"I don't understand why you kept him," he said.

"Ah... Kurosaki-kun." And now Kyōraku looked sad. Pitying. Ichigo liked him, he reminded himself again.

"I understand he was really useful. And you lost Urahara, so it was him or nothing."

"Mmh." Kyōraku rolled the cup in his hand slowly. "That and we sometimes needed someone who could make the hard decisions fast. Ruthless."

"The problem was that he also made easy decisions fast -- as long as they were easy for him." Ichigo speared him with a look. "You are ruthless. He was a sociopath."

Kyōraku paused, hand gone still, gaze briefly turned inwards. "...Ah."

"If we could go and find his secret labs. How many of his projects would be useful, even if they're horrible, and how many would be something the council in charge would close their eyes on in order to keep him happy? Who approved him torturing arrancar, when Harribel-san asked to get them back? Was it just because she hadn't heard about those ones, so hey, great, a loophole? What else was he doing?!"

... Ah. Rukia's hand was on his hand, which was clenched in a fist on the table. Ichigo was halfway out of his seat. Okay. Alright. Breathe.

... Breathe.

Ichigo was just a normal human young adult. Lecturing a military leader of hundreds, thousands of people felt -- wrong. Disrespectful. They had centuries of tradition he knew nothing about, political and social pressure from places he had no idea about. As an outsider, it was easy to be idealistic.

It wasn't his job to sort them out, so why was it his job?! He tilted his head back, breathing deeply as he stared at the ceiling, and turned his hand in Rukia's grasp so he could grasp her back. Tight pressure, anchoring. Chad's hand on his other shoulder, gentle and warm.

He'd killed Mayuri out of hand, and that part terrified him. That he had decided, 'this man brings nothing to the world that would pay for who he is,' and erased him. That he was able to do that.

It hadn't felt like righteous anger at all. Or like self-defense. It had felt like handing down judgment.

"Ichigo?" Rukia asked.

'Was it the wrong judgment call to make, though?' he thought, or old man Zangetsu thought, or something murkier in between the two of them. Something cold and old and remote, that asked of his choice, 'Would you unmake it?', and the answer was no.

"Ichigo."

"Queasy," he managed to answer. Inoue immediately went rummaging in her backpack for a bottle of water, presenting it with a worried frown. He somehow managed a smile. The water was on the tepid side but still helped distract him, bring him back down.

"Hormone hangover?" Ishida asked, sounding only vaguely interested in the way he did when he didn't want to betray any worry. "It's not actually an uncommon side effect."

"Ah... Maybe. What do you do to get over it?"

"Just sit in a room alone until it passes, honestly. I'm told it happens more often when there's several omegas at once," he added, and looked away, and Ichigo arched an eyebrow. The tip of Ishida's visible ear was a little red. Hm.

... Inoue was rummaging in her bag with twice the enthusiasm suddenly, and her face was pinkening rapidly.

Dang. Apparently he owed Tatsuki a fistbump.

Shaking his head, an amused smile on his lips, Ichigo turned back to Kyōraku. "Sorry, sorry. Just..."

The man chuckled quietly. "I understand."

He drank his probably-doctored tea. Ichigo drank his water. Everyone concentrated on their cup for a little while.

"... Anyways. What's going to happen now?"

"About Captain Kurotsuchi or about your arrancar?

"Or about Kurosaki," Ishida added waspishly.

"Yes, yes. Well -- the Central 46 are going to have a meeting, and they're going to yell a lot about wanting a dangerously feral part-hollow with a track record of going against Soul Society contained somehow--"

It did not escape Ichigo's notice that the description matched him better than Grimmjow.

"And then I will regretfully explain to them that we don't have the manpower or the social capital for that. Nowadays Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez is almost as powerful as Tier Harribel and five times as lethal. She's not about to allow us to take away her strongest invasion deterrent, and she commands a good third of all hollows -- mostly the smarter ones."

"And the fact that he wouldn't have invaded if you guys weren't keeping his friends in a 'torture basement'?"

Kyōraku gave him such an empty smile Ichigo almost shuddered. "Ah, Kurosaki-kun, it's sweet that you can still be so innocent. It's entirely fair not to respect the word you gave to a hollow! Especially in the name of gaining better intelligence on our ancestral enemy. Greater good, and all that."

... Ugh.

So Grimmjow wasn't a person and his government was only respected for now because 'not enough manpower' and 'so far they're staying out of the way'. Then again the more Ichigo thought about the Court of Pure Souls and the more he wondered if they'd ever picked up the words "human rights violation" while passing by in the last century, because they sure didn't treat powerless human souls or even the members of their own military much better.

"So it's going to be brushed under the rug," Ishida concluded grimly.

"That part of it at least. The Central 46 might attempt to issue you a summons to explain yourself before their court."

"Huh." Not his idea of a great time, getting yelled at by self-important blowhards, but if it kept the peace, kept his good relations with the 13 Divisions intact...

He wasn't sure, though. The asshole council might take it as him agreeing that he was under their authority. He'd have to ask Urahara about how to proceed.

"Haa!" Kyōraku put his cup down with a little thwack. "Replacing him is going to be such a pain."

Ichigo grimaced, a pinch of irritation mixed with guilt.

"Perhaps not," came from the other door, a panel sliding open to unveil Urahara himself, carrying a little plate with store-brand senbei artistically arranged on it. He looked ridiculously pleased with it.

(Nobody looked especially surprised at his sudden entrance, but then again they were all used to him by now.)

Ichigo stared at Urahara. Surely the man couldn't mean he would replace Mayuri. After everything Soul Society had done to him, how they'd thrown him out -- and he liked it here, he had a whole life with Yoruichi and Tessai and the kids and no oversight --

Ichigo was still in the middle of catching himself (no oversight -- that was the problem with Mayuri too--) when Urahara grinned brightly and went, "For a price, of course!"

"... You're going to make them pay through their noses, aren't you."

His smile turned sharper-edged. "Good. They might hold back unless it really matters, then."

Rukia stayed behind, afterwards -- nominally to supervise the Tenth Division squad who was going to stay on site for cleanup, but after she was done saluting Kyōraku as he left and giving quick directions to her subordinates she followed Ichigo and his pack right back inside the shop.

Then they took over one of the tatami side rooms -- not the one that still smelled like Kyōraku -- and when Ichigo slumped down in the middle they kind of all sat with him.

Not on him, the way Grimmjow's pack had done with each other, not languid and close, all nonchalant and uncaring about an ankle draped over another ankle or a friendly punch to the nearest shoulder just passing by. But near enough. Nobody was in heat or anything, and besides they weren't Europeans.

Right now he was kind of butthurt about that. PDAs were so embarrassing but a side-hug might be ... not entirely horrible today.

"How's the hangover?" Chad asked, a big paw on his shoulder. It wasn't as big as Ed's hands, or as fever-warm -- the guy had a fire shikai or the equivalent, he was almost sure -- but it was good. Ichigo sighed.

"Meh." He flicked him a smile. "Better now."

Quiet for a little while. Inoue had found another water bottle in her bottomless bag. Ichigo sipped at it, talking himself down.

It was all fine now. It was over.

"Your house is fixed, by the way! Ah -- it's still very dusty, Ishida-kun didn't let me--"

"I can handle a broom, Inoue-san!" Ishida protested. "I can't let you do everything and exhaust yourself like this. Also the drapes needed an upgrade, when's the last time they were changed?"

"Probably when mom was still around," Ichigo said thoughtlessly, and shrugged through the familiar pinch of pain. "I don't mind if you add frills, but you should ask Yuzu and Karin. They probably have a whole binder of decoration stuff..."

... Actually he kinda minded a little. Were Ishida's embellishments ridiculous? Yeah, yeah they were. But he still didn't want--

"Ichigo?" Rukia asked, sinking down into seiza at his side, head tilted to watch his face. "Bad thought?"

"No, no. Just woolgathering." What a weird train of thought.

He didn't want Ishida to decorate his dad's home.

He wouldn't mind if it were his own place with the lace doilies for drapes, though. And Inoue could bring a huge plushie or strange fridge art, and Chad band posters, or hell, he could do his own room the way he wanted, and Rukia --

Well, she could do her own closet the way she liked it, too, he didn't judge, though he'd have to procure one big enough to fold Renji into first. Tatsuki could have the house next door with a room each for their two pack omegas and put a little gate between their yards, and he would piss her off by leaving his nerdy books all over her living room.

"... You're aware that you're whining, right?"

Ichigo was, in fact, whining. Very quietly in his throat, while having the stupidest domestic fantasy out of nowhere--

"So!" Rukia interrupted his idiocy, slapping her hands on her thighs. "The guy who put an arm through my guts that one time."

"--fuck."

"Also put his arm through other people around Inoue, as far as I heard. Also some Quincy. And... also promised to kill you? Gruesomely?"

Groaning, Ichigo sank into himself, both hands on his face. "He also put his hand halfway through me one or two times," he admitted, hoping it was muffled enough that nobody would understand him.

"... Well."

Ichigo groaned again. Yeah, uh. Okay. His tastes were apparently shit --

"Don't make that face," Rukia said, a little awkwardly, and elbowed him in the side as she sat next to him. "If you didn't blow through troops of assholes and came back out with three new best friends, would you even be Ichigo?"

Chad laughed, quiet and deep. Ichigo growl-whined some more.

"I was just saying! That I feel like, I don't even need to ask you what he's like in bed."

Ichigo spluttered.

"Well, I do!" Inoue declared, earnest and blushing even as she met his eyes. "H-how was the sex, Kurosaki-kun?"

... She still said 'sex' like it was a super forbidden extra-shocking word their schoolteacher was gonna whack them over the head with, with an edge of earnest 'did you have fun with your new friend, sweetie?'. He deflated all over again, his whine acquiring an edge of despairing laughter.

"... He asked me to be there for his next heat."

"Oooooooh."

"I'm already planning the nest."

"Well! You're fucked," Ishida said with a tone that almost passed for sympathy, and they all took turns patting his back until the flustered misery had been beaten all the way out of him.

#ABO quest #grimmichi #kinda #asuka writes

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miles336 · 6 months

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I would like to request yandere Papyrus fontcest please!

Dirty Laundry (Fontcest)

Papyrus brought Sans’ jacket to his nose. Inhaling the scent. The saccharine fragrance was lolling his senses; he could feel pseudo-flesh manifesting from beneath his trousers. Already.

For the first time in forever, Sans had thrown his dirty laundry into the hamper. Papyrus was—ecstatic. And yet, curious as to why.

It was rare for Sans to toss his shorts into the pannier, much less his entire wardrobe—especially his jacket. Something Papyrus never had the chance to wash. Ever.

Perhaps Sans was getting another job? Although it was strange to consider him adopting a new duty to his already busy schedule. Regarding as to how many jobs Sans was currently balancing at the moment, It would be odd—or just plain stupid—to get an extra one.

Gently, Papyrus lowered the garment. Eyeing the defiled azure fabric. Peculiarly.

Maybe there was a special occasion coming up—a birthday? Gyftmas? April fools even?

Or—

…

Papyrus shook his head. His thoughts were getting the best of him; he was thinking too deeply about this. Most likely, Sans just—thought his clothes needed a wash, that’s all.

Yea, that’s it. And besides, Papyrus should savor this moment. It was an uncommon one, after all; he wouldn’t get a chance to be so intimate with Sans’ clothes for a long time after this.

He raised the jacket back up to his nasal. Taking another whiff of the soft material, he filled himself with Sans’ cloying scent.

—&—

“SANS.” He groaned, letting the ‘S’ drag out. Of course, Sans would be here. Why hadn’t he thought to look for his brother here in the first place?

Swiftly, he nudged open the bar’s door. The immediate warmth of Grillby’s cozying up to his parky bones. It was vast compared to the quiet, wispy chill of Snowdin.

The familiar faces and voices of the dog sentry greeted him. As well as the other bar patrons. However, Papyrus had no time to bother with them. He needed Sans home; it was getting late.

It didn’t take any effort to spot his brother. He smiled brightly as he heeded that known jacket.

Right in the center of the bar, perched up on a stool, was his brother—

His brother.

Sans

Sans, who was—cuddling with Hopkins, had her arms wrapped around his boney neck as their laughs outweighed every other patron's vocals. They were so close. So—carnal.

Papyrus blanched. Stepping back an inch. And then another inch. And another, until the bar door slammed shut on its own. He flinched hard.

The whole world became hazy. Why was she so close to him? Why was he letting her touch him like that? Even around Papyrus, Sans was sensitive about his neck. About touch. So why did—

Why did he let her?

Papyrus stalked back to his house. Unable to hide the globs of tears blurring his vision, He was unable to pick up his phone and dial Undyne’s number. He was unable to call out to his flowery friend and cry and whine to him.

He was unable to stop his soul from burning. Burning from—what felt like—betrayal

—&—

Sans stumbled in, drunk.

Papyrus clenched his teeth. Barely able to look at his brother—his betraying, backstabbing brother.

He sat on their lumpy couch, with one knee atop the other as he sat ornately. Trying not to burst into tears at the sight of a lipstick smear tinseling Sans' clavicle.

“Sup, bro,” Sans giggled, limping towards the furniture. “I was wonderin’ where y’where.”

He staggered to the floor, far too drunk for his own good.

Papyrus scowled, almost disgusted. A part of him wondered if that bunny roofied Sans’ drink. Another part regarded that his brother had just been careless with his alcohol tonight.

“Ya shouldn’t stopped me, Papyrus.” He hissed, flipping over to lay on his back. His dozy eye lights bore into Papyrus’s hollow eye sockets.

His hand was raised above his head, reaching for Papyrus.

“Alp me up.” He winked drowsily.

With a quick motion, Papyrus snagged Sans’ hand. He yelped. Startled at the pull. He was lifted off the ground so quickly.

He was face-to-face with his brother, who was giving him a fierce, sharp glare.

“What’s with th—“ Papyrus shoved his face into Sans’, their teeth clanking together. Harshly. A red ecto tongue lapped at his teeth, making Sans gasp. Papyrus tasked it as an entrance. Pushing it inside his brother’s mouth.

The ticklish sensation of something running through his mouth forced Sans to form his own tongue.

He balled his clammy hands into fists. His drunken mind not even processing what was happening—Papyrus was kissing him? Papyrus was—

He screamed, his voice overcast by the sloppy kiss. Their tongues rivaled, Papyrus’s ruling over his.

The wet organs intertwined. Mixing together into a flurry of purple saliva.

Papyrus’s hand groped Sans’ neck. Trying to appear more like lovers.

Sans let his tongue fall flat, losing the energy to shift the ecto around. Papyrus beamed, exploring his big brother’s mouth.

Eventually, Papyrus pulled away. Panting; exhilarated from their make-out. He gave Sans a cheeky grin.

“YOU’RE MINE. YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT, BROTHER?” He lifted Sans’ into his lap.

“What—what are you—what?" Sans couldn’t form a sentence. This was—all too much.

“THAT DISGUSTING RABBIT—SHE’S TRYING TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME.”

Papyrus nuzzled his jaw to Sans’ neck. He embraced his brother. He warped his arms around his back, securing him. Keeping him locked within his grasp.

“SHE DOESN’T DESERVE YOU. SHE DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE HOW I DO!” Papyrus hummed. Sans’ eyelights dispersed. His brother was talking about Hopkins.

“HOW HORRIBLE OF YOU TO LET HER HAVE YOU, ASWELL.” Those brooding arms squished Sans from inside of them. “DON’T WORRY. I FORGIVE YOU, THOUGH.”

“I’LL ALWAYS FORGIVE YOU.”

“Please—stop.”

“YOU BELONG TO ME. NOT HER—NEVER HER.”

“Papyrus—“

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH—SO MUCH. WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?”

“Because I don’t love you like that!” Sans howled, clawing at Papyrus’s battle body. His brother fell silent.

“Yer my brother,” he murmured. “I like ya as my brother.”

“Papyrus.” Sans whispered. Burying himself into Papyrus’s scarf. “Let’s just forget about all this.”

“IT’S BECAUSE OF HER, RIGHT?”

“No—“

“IT'S OKAY. I DEALT WITH HER. YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, SANS.” Papyrus chortled, rubbing circles into Sans’ back. Sans opened his mouth to deny it—yet he didn’t.

He hadn’t realized it at first, but Papyrus’s scarf smelled a lot like dust.

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoyed this!! (I didn’t get this beta read—so sorry if there’s any mistakes)

#fontcest #Sans x hopkins #papysans #Ecto tongue #i’ll add more later #No skeleton sex unfortunately

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thornedarrow · 8 months

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chasing shadows – 200 words inspired by bea's sskk piece

You damn fool, hurry and go.

Blood.

There is blood and red, so much red just like their fights except they are not fighting and that is not his work but the work of their enemy their enemy ranpo-san is trapped in a book but dazai-san can save them the ada can defeat this monster and yosano-sensei will heal him but she isn’t here and without her akutagawa akutagawa is—

The smoke thickens and the black and red and death disappear.

I’m all alone I’m all alone I’m all alone I’m all alone

Again.

Promise of six months that will never come to fruition akutagawa died so he could live he is always living by taking taking he is the man eating tiger he is the tiger beetle he will forever chase the shadows of akutagawa because he is human he is human he has a heart that will never be understood the same.

So Atsushi runs, runs like he was told to because he cannot let his rival enemy die in vain, not when the smell of blood will not leave him, cloying his nose.

And as he runs, the erratic beat of his heart reminds him that he is all too human, his heart cradled in the palm of his hand.

#shin soukoku #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd fanfic #akutagawa #atsushi #post: eri #fic: eri #depressed myself and oomf w this one

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bluejaysandblackbats · 19 days

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Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Three: Heads or Tails

A few days later, as Jason got ready for school, he decided to call Bruce out of curiosity. Bruce answered the phone immediately, apologizing for their last conversation. "Good morning," Jason greeted him.

"You're up early. Is something wrong?" Bruce asked. Jason grabbed his lunch from the refrigerator.

"No, I just wanted to call you," Jason replied, "I'm getting ready to go to work, and I wanted to thank you for respecting my space this weekend."

Bruce didn't say anything for a moment. Instead, he cleared his throat. Jason put his phone on speaker as he poured coffee into a thermos. "You didn't tell Lane about what happened?" Jason asked.

"No, I didn't tell him anything. I just asked Clark to give Laney your number, nothing else... Did you want to talk to me about what happened?" Bruce asked, and Jason started feeling an uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

"Kind of... But, not now. Maybe a different time?" Jason asked. Bruce made an affirmative noise. "I just wanted you to know that I miss you."

"I miss you too, Jason," Bruce whispered, "Can I ask you something?"

"Mhm," Jason answered as he slipped his shoes on.

"Do you think maybe we can have lunch over the phone later?" Bruce asked.

Jason grabbed his keys and shoved them in his pocket. "My break's at noon," Jason replied, "How's everybody?"

"They're okay. Dick went back to San Francisco yesterday," Bruce replied, "Damian's at his mother's... Tim's out of town with a few of his friends... But they're fine. Everyone's doing alright."

"That's good," Jason whispered as he made his way out of his apartment, "I'll talk to you at lunch?"

"I'll be looking forward to it," Bruce replied.

Jason made a soft noise and hung up before entering the tutoring center and clocking in. He set up his table, and a girl sat down across from him. He worked with her on a writing assignment for nearly thirty minutes, and she was immediately replaced with an older man.

"Good afternoon, young man. I don't need much help today. I just wanted to ask if you had any instructions for the Chicago format," the man asked. Jason nodded and took out a yellow piece of paper, and he explained where the same information could be found online. "Oh, I have one more question. Is the food in the cafeteria any good? I've forgotten my lunch."

"Uh-huh, I wouldn't eat anything from the fridge, but the cooked food is fine," Jason answered. The man smiled and thanked him, going about his way. For nearly an hour, Jason sat with no one else to assist, and he saw someone standing outside the glass doors. He leaned forward to see who it was, and by the time he could make out the face, she was sitting across from him at the table.

"Cass, you don't go here," Jason whispered. She shrugged.

"I didn't follow you. I was waiting for Steph," she replied, "What are you doing?"

"I'm working," Jason answered, "Steph has a class this early?"

Cass shook her head and tapped on the table. "Can I give you a hug?" Cass asked. Jason smiled and stood up, opening his arms and giving Cass a hug.

"When are you supposed to meet her?" Jason asked.

"Ten minutes from now. I'm early," Cass whispered as she sat back down across from him. "We miss you."

"Well, I work here Monday and Wednesday from eight to two, and Friday from eight to noon... So, I'm here most of the week if you wanna stop by," Jason replied. Cass smiled.

"I think I have to go now, but it was nice to see you," she smiled. Jason waved at her as she left the tutoring center, and he took out his phone and sent a text to Bruce. A few people stopped by asking for writing resources. For the most part, things were quiet.

The day seemed to drag on forever until lunchtime. He left the building and sat on a bench outside.

His phone rang, and he plugged in his headphones, answering with a controlled, "Hello?"

"Did you still want to have lunch?" Bruce asked.

"Mhm, I do... Um, Bruce, I need you to know I've never been mad at you. I'm just struggling with a lot of bad memories right now," Jason confessed. His hands shook as he opened his bag to get his lunch, and Bruce said something over the phone that Jason couldn't hear. "Huh?"

"I'm sorry... I was just a little shocked. Was it something that happened while you were with me?" Bruce asked.

"No, it wasn't you. It's not you... It's—." Jason swallowed hard. "Sorry... It's something I remembered from when I was little." Jason took a deep breath and went on to catalog several years' worth of abuse and torture while in tears. He could hear Bruce set the phone down, and he took another deep breath.

"Jason, I didn't know—."

"It all came flooding back last semester, and I couldn't explain it to you then," Jason mumbled. He felt as if he couldn't catch his breath.

"Jason, I'm glad that you shared this with me today... I'd like to think you're ready to come home now, but I imagine that's not the case just yet. Am I right?" Bruce asked. Jason made an affirmative noise.

"I don't wanna move back, but now that you know what's going on in my head, I'd like to visit," Jason answered. He wiped his face with his sleeve. "I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about wanting to come home."

"You can come home whenever you want to. Jason, we love you..." Bruce swallowed hard. Jason nodded and took a deep breath.

"I love you too, Bruce," Jason replied and sniffed. Jason started on his lunch, and he could hear Bruce open a soda. "I saw Cass today."

"You did?" Bruce asked. Jason took a bite of his sandwich.

"Uh-huh, it was nice seeing her," Jason added.

"Pastrami?" Bruce asked.

"Tuna, I had pastrami on Thursday," Jason corrected him. They spoke to each other for a little while until they both finished eating, and Jason raised one of his legs and rested his chin on his knee. "It was nice speaking to you today."

"It was nice speaking to you too, Jason," Bruce replied. Jason hung up the phone and finished his lunch.

He drank the rest of his coffee and went back to work. He set up his table once more, and he finished out his shift. He walked across the campus to wait for his class to start and charge his phone.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the campus, Laney sat in a corner in the cafeteria, facetiming his father. "Are you staying out of trouble?" Clark asked. Laney nodded. "How was your weekend?"

"I had a great weekend. I went to a party in the East End with Jay, and I spent most of the weekend at his apartment... I left Sunday morning—." Laney moved closer to the phone to look at Clark.

"What?" Clark asked.

"You're buttering me up because Mom has bad news... Right?" Laney asked.

"What? No," Clark answered. Lois made a noise in the background and took the phone from Clark.

"Hi, Lane," Lois greeted him.

"Mom," Laney replied.

"Don't do that—."

"You're canceling on me, aren't you?" Laney asked. Lois shook her head.

"I'm not canceling on you. I'm rescheduling," Lois replied, "If you can reschedule for any time next week—."

"Why?" Laney asked coldly. Lois took a deep breath. "Don't do that. Don't act like I have no right to be angry about this—."

"I'm not. Laney, I didn't realize that our thing was the same day as Sammy's field trip—."

"So this is about Jon? Why can't Dad chaperone?" Laney asked.

"Because he's covering a story out of town on Friday. Just bear with me. If you reschedule for next week, I'll be there," Lois replied. She softened. "Lane, how's Jason?" Lois sat down on the couch next to Clark.

"Asking the wrong questions, Mom... And the answer to your actual question is no. No, I didn't tell him about the actual reason we weren't allowed to hang out anymore," Laney replied. Clark relaxed his shoulders. "And to your leading question, he's Jason. The same Jason that I've always known."

"I'm glad you kept it to yourself, Lane," Clark replied.

"I'm not happy about it, but everyone knows that already," Laney replied, "I just don't get the point of lying to him. It's not benefitting anyone—."

"Lane, please tell me you're not going to start problems on purpose by telling Jason something he doesn't need to know," Lois sighed.

"I won't cause problems on purpose. It's not like I don't care about Jason..." Laney ate his french fries. "But don't you think that it's wrong that his memory of what happened is a complete lie?"

"It's not for us to say," Lois replied. Laney sighed and picked over his food.

"Anyway, how are the boys?" Laney asked.

"Sammy's running for class president, and Chris just joined an afterschool club," Clark answered.

"So, that's why no one's home yet?" Laney asked. He finished his milkshake and tapped the bottom of the cup against the table.

"Would you like to share your feelings about being away from home?" Clark asked.

"Do we have to do the whole feelings thing?" Laney asked. Neither parent answered. "Okay, fine. I felt like I was gonna be alone, but it's nice to know that I still have a friend here." Laney paused to wait for their answer, only to see that they were smiling. "Please don't do that... I'm only telling you guys what you already—."

"We love you, Lane," Clark whispered. Lois's eyes softened.

Laney softened as well, and he let out a breath of air.

"I love you guys too... And Mom? I'm gonna reschedule for next Friday, okay?" Laney asked. Lois nodded.

"We've gotta go, but we'll talk again soon," said Clark.

Laney finished his call and threw away his food before going back to his car. His roommate called him on the phone, and he rolled his eyes before answering. "Hi, buddy," Laney answered. The fire alarm beeped in the background.

"How do I put out a grease fire?" she asked.

"Jesus Christ. Okay, put the cookie pan over it or take some salt and throw it on the fire. I'm on my way home right now," Laney replied as he put his phone on speaker and set it down in the cupholder. "I've got you on speaker..." Laney pinched the bridge of his nose and held back a laugh. She started crying.

"I'm so sorry, Lane, I completely forgot that I left the fire on and—."

"Sylvia. Sylvia, listen, it was an honest mistake. No one's mad at you. I was already on my way home," Laney reassured, "I bet you it's not even that bad." He couldn't make out the next few things that she said, so he chose not to answer until he got to their building.

"The whole apartment is hazy—."

"I'm almost up there. Just relax, okay?" Laney raised his voice while maintaining a gentle tone. He went up the stairs, and he hung up the phone as he let himself in. He immediately started choking from the smoke in the room.

"Sylvie! Gus Gus! I'm home," Laney called, and Sylvia came off the fire escape in tears holding Laney's cat. He took off his sweater and swung it at the smoke alarm.

"Lane, I'm so sorry. I left the stove for five seconds to go to the bathroom—." Laney took his cat. "Come on, let's go back to the fire escape," Laney suggested. They climbed out the window to the fire escape. "Don't worry, everybody does this." He sat down, and she sat close by him.

Sylvia didn't say anything at first. She just sat next to him, wiping the tears from her eyes, and Laney took a deep breath. "Need a hug?" Laney asked. She nodded, and he put his arm over her.

"I thought you would be mad that I scared Gus," she whispered.

"Gus is fine. Thanks for taking him outside," Laney replied as he rubbed Gus's ears. "It sounds like you had a rough day. Are you okay?"

She shrugged. "I just miss my mom," Sylvia whispered, "I know I can call her, but it's not really the same as seeing her in person."

"I understand that... I really do," Laney whispered.

"But you're so good at living on your own," Sylvia replied.

"It took a long time to learn how to live alone," Laney explained, "I was in a boarding school for two years, I lived in a dorm my freshman year in Metropolis, so I've had a lot of experience living away from home... But I know what it feels like to be homesick."

"How long did it take you to stop missing home?" Sylvia asked. Laney shrugged.

"A long time, but it's normal," Laney whispered, "Have you made any friends here yet?" Sylvia mumbled something and made her way back inside. "Huh?" Laney asked. He let Gus back in the house and made his way inside. "Was that a touchy subject?"

"I have a girlfriend here," Sylvia answered out loud. Laney cocked his head.

"Wait, have you not ever said that out loud before?" Laney asked. She nodded. "Oh. Oh! Sylvia, listen, if you ever want to invite your girlfriend over, this is just as much your apartment as it is mine."

"So, you don't have a problem with me—."

"I have no problems with you. You're a great roommate," Laney replied as he threw the charred pot in the trash. "Even if you almost burned our apartment to the ground today." Sylvia laughed. "I'll order in."

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thedaily-beer · 7 months

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Modern Times Chaos Grid Schmernheim Durum'd Wheated Whiskey Barrels Stout (Picked up at the brewery in Point Loma, San Diego). A 4 of 4. One of the more complex beers that I've ever had -- lots of barrel notes as you'd expect, but also lots of chocolate and caramel sweetness and bourbon/vanilla notes, too. Sticky, sweet, but not cloying, this is quite powerful at 13.6%. Really great.

#modern times #chaos grid #schmernheim durum'd cheated whisky barrels #stout #beer #imperial stout #4 #san diego #point loma

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year

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Before and After

Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Law, Penguin, Shachi, Heart Pirates

Law’s life was divided into Befores and Afters.

Whew, it's been a while since I last wrote any Heart Pirates (or One Piece at all) but clearly these characters are still embedded in my muses because finding their characters again wasn't any challenge at all (which was a relief). In fact, it's been so long that Hakugan's name hadn't been revealed yet, so I've now got to figure out where to place him in my version of the crew's dynamics...

I joined @stereden's Winter Exchange this year for the first (but hopefully not the last!) time, and my match was Castled_Rook, whose prompt options included some Heart Pirates found family (which is, hopefully obviously, what I went for), which has always been my favourite thing to write in this fandom, so that was a perfect match as far as I was concerned :D Hoping they agree after seeing this fic!

There's a warning for this fic but I'm not entirely sure how to word it, so hopefully this will suffice: a character considering if they would have wanted to live if they'd had the time to think in a life-threatening situation.

Law’s life was divided into Befores and Afters.

Before the Flevance massacre. After the Flevance massacre.

Before Cora-san. After Cora-san.

Aged thirteen, those two Befores and Afters had encompassed everything he was, with the underlying weight of white lead cloying in his body, destroying him from the inside out.

Losing his family had destroyed him. Losing Cora-san had obliterated him from existence.

Law had never thought he’d outlive the clumsy idiot who meant well but screamed incompetence with every blunder. In hindsight, when his thoughts were clear from ever-present fevers and resignation paired with desperation, Law realised he hadn’t wanted to outlive Cora-san, hadn’t wanted to lose and grieve a man that meant so much to him.

He’d already outlived his family once.

Then he outlived his family again.

Law could acknowledge that it was a good thing he hadn’t realised he’d felt that way back on Minion Island. If his mind had been – not clearer, but sharper, more self-aware, he might not have followed Cora-san’s last wishes.

He might not have lived.

Law loved Cora-san, but did he love him enough to live for him when he’d left him without a family again? Evidence pointed to yes, because that was exactly what he’d done, but Law was aware, with the cold, harsh truths of hindsight, that if he’d focused on a different emotion, on losing family rather than destroy the world (destroy Doflamingo)… the answer may not have been yes.

It was a good thing the cards had fallen in the order they did.

Not to say Law was glad Cora-san was dead – that was so far from the truth even a liar like him couldn’t even begin to try and say it; the clumsy idiot had no right to leave him like that, no right to go and die to save him when he should have lived for him – but Law would forever be eternally grateful that he had lived. That Cora-san had saved him.

If he had died, he would never have met his crew. His nakama. His third (and final) family.

Law had no way of knowing if he would outlive this family, too. The pattern in his life suggested that it was a possibility, but also Law was no helpless child any more. He was a Captain, a Supernova, a feared member of the Worst Generation, powerful enough to rub shoulders with some of the greatest on the seas (or go toe to toe with them in battle).

He was a doctor. A surgeon. And he had the Ultimate Devil Fruit to back him up.

He was no god, but he could play at being a god, play with lives and who lives and who died for as long as he drew breath – and his crew? His nakama, his family?

Law refused to outlive them, too.

“You’re brooding again.”

Penguin slid onto the bench next to him, pushing a fresh mug of steaming coffee in front of him and taking a loud drink of his own. “Beri for your thoughts?”

Law ignored him, wrapping his fingers around the mug and watching the letters EATH stand out on his fingers while the D of the thumb opposed them. The metal transmitted the heat straight into his skin, almost hot enough to burn.

“Law?”

“It’s nothing,” he told his nakama. Penguin made a disbelieving noise, but something must have convinced him to drop it because he didn’t push any further – although the next slurp of his own drink was obnoxiously loud in a way that Law was more used to hearing from Shachi.

They’d grown up together. Penguin had been Shachi’s older brother the younger’s entire life – not by blood, but Law had learned twice over that blood wasn’t the rule of family (look at the Donquixote brothers, look at Cora-san and Law, look at his nakama). Shared habits and obnoxious traits were hardly a surprise.

Law didn’t let himself wonder what shared habits he and Lami might have developed, in time. Didn’t let himself remember the ones that had started planting their seeds already, before being suffocated out by white lead and a blaze of fire.

(Didn’t let himself dwell on the fact that her face had long since faded from his mind, and that all he remembered was her big, gap-toothed smile, and I love you, nii-san! echoing in the depths of his ears.)

As if summoned by Law’s stray mental observation, or perhaps Penguin’s mimic of his own drinking habits, Shachi materialised on his other side, throwing himself onto the bench with aplomb and almost spilling his own mug of dark bliss. The smell rising from his own coffee was tinted with something else, and Law knew the news his nakama had for him before he even opened his mouth.

“Bepo says we’re coming up on the island,” the ginger reported, taking a slurp loud enough to rival Penguin’s and smacking his lips together obscenely. “We’ll reach it in a few hours at our current speed.”

It wasn’t an island that held any real significance for them – it was just the next one on the route to Laugh Tale, although the fact that it was on the route at all, the fact that it was a New World island, meant it was one to be approached with caution. Law – and Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, all his nakama – had read up what they could find on the islands of the New World and thought they knew which one they were coming up on (and, more importantly, who it was currently in control, which Yonkou’s territory they were encroaching on this time).

An island on the horizon meant more conflict, and if nothing else, Law could plan for those, at least.

“I want everyone in the infirmary between now and then,” he said, and Shachi hummed, draining his mug and letting it hit the table with more force than strictly necessary.

“Already spread the word,” he said, and once upon a time Law would have hated that Shachi knew and shared his orders before he even alerted Law, but it had been thirteen years since Swallow Island, and two older teenagers with makeshift weapons and a cowering mink cub.

Thirteen years.

He’d had ten years in Flevance. Three with one or other Donquixote brother.

He’d spent those two lengths of time combined with the three of them, and despite his thirteen year old self’s attempts not to let anyone in ever again, that had been a battle he’d lost before it’d even begun, and Law was glad for it.

There was no-one in all four Blues, no-one in the Grand Line, no-one in the world, that knew him better than the trio he’d founded the Heart Pirates with, and once upon a time Law would have recoiled violently at the idea of being known.

Now, as he gave a nod of acknowledgement, it was a fact of life, a safety net to catch him when he needed it.

(And it went both ways; they knew him but he knew them, knew the little tics and habits that lurked beneath the concealing hat, behind the dark shades, beyond the thick white fur. He knew Shachi had spread the order because he, too, worried about their nakama and the fact it only took a stroke of bad luck to take someone away forever. He’d known they were coming up on the island before the ginger had even opened his mouth by the smell of mocha because Shachi only indulged in that particular mix of caffeine and comfort when there was an expectation of conflict in their near future. He knew, already, that Penguin would be the last into the infirmary, letting Law remove his vital organs only once the rest of the crew had undergone the same surgery because he knew his armament was the best in the crew and if they were caught early, he had the best chance of protecting his own body.)

He drained his own mug and stood up, gesturing wordlessly for Shachi to follow him while Penguin gathered up their mugs with a mutter he didn’t mean about it not being his job to clean up after them. Penguin would be last, but Shachi was always first.

(If Law didn’t fear long term consequences of keeping his nakama’s vital organs out of their bodies, Shachi’s would never be in his body, not with his non-existent armament.)

The procedure was quick and painless. Shachi had been through it so many times he didn’t even react when the gelatinous cubes erupted from his body and Law Shambles’d them into their allocated place with the secure vault deep within the Tang, not even taking a moment to readjust before hopping off the bed and pulling his tank top back on – Law didn’t need his nakama to take their tops off to get at their organs, but the less in the way, the less potential there was for something to go awry, and Law was a big fan of minimising risks to his nakama. The shades were next, covering closed eyes, before Shachi threaded his arms back through the sleeves of his boiler suit and yanked the zip up with a familiar zzzhp, snapping the covering flap into place.

“Thanks, Law,” he grinned, clapping him on the shoulder before tugging his hat onto his head.

Law didn’t need thanks, not when the action was always inherently selfish – he wouldn’t outlive his nakama if his nakama didn’t die – but Shachi had taken to thanking him every time and Law had never admitted his selfishness out loud, even though he knew Shachi knew him well enough to understand why he did it.

(There was also the fact that Shachi seemed to lose all self-regard once his organs were removed, revelling in the pseudo-immortality it gave him and taking risks that made Law’s own heart want to leap out of his chest because he knew he could, trusted Law to put him back together whatever befell him. Law didn’t particularly want thanks for enabling that streak of Shachi’s either, but his single-minded ferocity in battle had saved other nakama more than once, so it was something Law just had to live with. Shachi wouldn’t stop anyway, no matter what he ordered, asked, or begged. It wasn’t in the ginger’s nature to hold back when his loved ones were in danger – it was a trait they shared. A trait the whole crew shared, for better or worse.)

“Send Bepo and Hakugan in,” he said instead, because while Bepo was one of the less fragile members of the crew and per breakable hierarchy should be near-last, he needed Bepo on navigation and battle ready as early as possible, and Hakugan had a way with the Tang’s helm that necessitated him there at the first signs of trouble, so he needed to be ready early.

Shachi flicked him a lazy salute, carefree and disrespectful of the origin because Shachi hated pirates the most but he hated marines, too, and disappeared as Ikkaku poked her head around the door, oil streaked through her hair and splattered across her boiler suit.

“Reporting for organ removal duties, Captain!” she chirped, and Law waved her to take a seat. After her came Bepo and Hakugan, as requested, then the rest of the crew filed in, some alone and others in groups, with Jean Bart and then, finally, Penguin rounding off the crew.

This was not a new routine; his crew knew how to work around their organ removals and their island ahead duties with ease of practice, and Law trusted Penguin and Shachi to keep everything running smoothly from the command room as he went through the motions of making each of his nakama, his family, just that little bit harder to kill.

Law’s life had been a series of Befores and Afters.

Before Swallow Island. After Swallow Island.

Before the Heart Pirates.

There would not be an After the Heart Pirates. Jack, and Zou, had come closer than Law ever wanted to come (the only time in years his nakama had faced a battle with their organs in their chests, vulnerable to not just injury but poison) but for as long as Law could do something about it, it would not happen.

There would be no After his family. Not this one.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #trafalgar law #penguin #shachi #heart pirates #tsari writes fanfiction #tales from the heart

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fantasblog · 1 year

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I made this comic-

missing head???

(This comic took me 3 days and also I drew so many mintflare kids- *dies*)

Fact:He hates his strawberry costume because he gets super embarrassed and his missing head because marwari (horror x mint child)did ate neon/starburst's flame-ice cream star head,poor neón.

Credits and belongs:

Neón "starburst" (mintflare/flint child/combo) and marwari (horror x mint child) belongs me/@fantasblog

Sweettale!sans "mint!sans" belongs @hheisa

Astertale!sans "flare!sans" belongs to @melaton1nx

Rave (mintflare/flint child) belongs to @krispzchaps

Peppermint (mintflare/flint child) belongs to @linana-doodles

Cloy (mintflare/flint child) belongs to @tammysketchs

Pixie (mintflare/flint child) belongs to @neferetart

Juniper (mintflare/flint child) belongs to @groovygladiatorsheep

Dulcis (mintflare/flint child) belongs @liansocs

Toffee (mintflare/flint child) belongs @koshka-in-the-corner

Marzipan & candyfloss (mintflare/flint childs) belongs to @jimpixj

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mike77tmb · 10 months

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How would you react when you hear a thunderstorm? a question that was floating in my head :)

Henrick: Well... Sometimes the girls do tend to be-

Thunderclap

(Vibri rushes to the couch and uses the pillows to cover her ears, while Rasteria does the same, and Cloi turns everything off on the circuit breaker)

-ahem a little jumpy. Cowering to couches, even cutting off the power to the house.

Vibri: (shudder) H... H... Haart-San, you're so brave, how come you're handling this thunderstorm?

Henrick: (sighs) I appreciate that sentiment, but each to their own... Anyways, our rabbit ears are sensitive to noises and sounds around us, just an ancestorial feature.

#vibri #vib ribbon #vib ribbon oc #oc ask blog #oc rp #oc #video game #henrick #rasteria #cloi #Vib-ribbon

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ships-n-bats · 5 months

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Shipping List

A list of all my ships, in case anybody is curious or wants to browse the tags.

I try and tag every post with the series' name, all relevant characters that are present, ship name, and any other tags I may add (typically my musings lol).

Disclaimer: List is open to change as pairings are either added (most likely to happen) or removed (less likely to happen). This post is subject to change.

[CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

A Monster in Paris

FranLuci

Adventure Time

Jainicorn

MonoCake

PetriGrof

Alvin and the Chipmunks

Theonor

Simonette

Amphibia

Sprivy

Animal Crossing

Tombelle

Cyrus X Reese

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zutara

Sukka

Baldur's Gate

Tavstarion

Durgestarion

Durgetash

Barbie

Ken X Barbie

Ben 10

Gwevin

Bendy and the Ink Machine

BenAlice

Betty Boop

Bimbo X Betty

Bleach

IchiRuki

IshiHime

IsshiMasa

Blue Exorcist

RinShi

Bluey

Bandit X Chili

BlueLuc

BoBoBo-Bo Bo-Bobo

Gasser X Beauty

BoJack Horseman

Todd X Maude

Casper the Friendly Ghost

Casper X Kat

Spooky X Pearl

Cats

Demestrap

BombaTuggoffelees

Tuggoffelees

Tuggerina

Codename: Kids Next Door

Walluki

Cookie Run

MintCocoa

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Kitty X Bunny

Crash Bandicoot

Crawna

Danny Phantom

GrayGhost

Johnny 13 X Kitty

DickKory

BatCat

KaraDox

Clois

Razaya

Lightning Lad X Saturn Girl

Demon Slayer

ObaMitsu

GenZuko

Disenchantment

MoraBean

UrsuZog

Disgaea

Laharl X Flonne

Disney

MickMinn

Donaisy

Ostensia

Maxanne

Goofy X Sylvia

Hercules X Meg

Eric X Ariel

Florian X Snow White

Charming X Cinderella

Phillip X Aurora

Aladdin X Jasmine

Tramp X Lady

Kovu X Kiara

Tarzan X Jane

Stitch X Angel

((I basically ship 99% of all canon Disney couples))

Dr. STONE

XenoStan

Dragon Ball

VegeBul

K18

Fantastical Beasts

Newtina

Felix the Cat

FelixKitty

FernGully

Zak X Crysta

Final Fantasy

Clerith

Zarnet

Squinoa

Fire Emblem

Chrobin

Henlivia

Frankelda's Book of Spooks

HerneFran

Friday Night Funkin'

Boyfriend X Girlfriend

Fullmetal Alchemist

EdWin

Futurama

Freela

KifAmy

Garfield

Garlene

Gargoyles

Golisa

Genshin Impact

XiaoLumi

Xiaoather

LumiXiaother

Ghibli

HakuChi

PazuSheeta

SophHowl

TomKiki

Godzilla

Mothzilla

Hokmuto X Femuto

Good Omens

Ineffable Spouses

Gravity Falls

Dipcifica

Hades Game

ZagThan

Orphydice

Hamtaro

Hamtaro X Bijou

Homestuck

DaveJade

Grimdorks

AraSol

Karezi

SlickPaint

Galora

Stelzias

Mitula

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccstrid

NightLight

InuYasha

InuKag

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

JonaEri

JoseSuzi

Sorlato

Jo2uYasu

Kim Possible

KimRon

Kimba the White Lion

Kimba/Leo X Laiya/Kitty

Kingdom Hearts

SoRiKai

SoKai

SoRiku

RiKai

Kirby

Kirbbon

Legend of Zelda

MaLink

MarLink

MiphLink

KafeiAnju

Sidona

Looney Tunes

Bola

Porktunia

Dina

Marvel

PeterMJ

SymBrock

Rombit

Pepperony

Clintasha

Kurrty

Megamind

Megamind X Roxanne

Mob Psycho 100

TsuMob

Mune: Guardian of the Moon

MuneGlim

My Hero Academia

Tsuchako

KiriMina

Momoroki

KamiJirou

KuroMori

TetsuKendo

My Little Pony

Fluttercord

TwiBurst

Shadence

Rarijack

Mystery Skulls

LewVi

Mystic Pop-up Bar

Han Kang-bae X Kang Yeo-rin

Yi-Hon/Gwi X Weol-ju

Naruto

SakuLee

SaiIno

NaruSasu

ShikaTema

Neopets

Kanrik X Hannah

Jazan X Nabile

No Straight Roads

Yinu's Father X Yinu's Mother

One Piece

ZoLu

UsoKaya

Osomatsu-san

Jyushimura

PaRappa the Rapper

PaRappa X Sunny

Persona

Kannao

Pokemon

FerrisWheelShipping

IsshuShipping

MonochromeShipping

I also ship the actual pokemon together, so will have a variety of those types of pairings (especially Umbreon X Espeon)

Pop Team Epic

Pipimi X Popuko

Popeye

Popeye X Olive Oyl

Promare

LioGueiMei

GueiMei

Psychonauts

RazLili

SashMilla

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

HomuMado

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

Rudolph X Clarice

School for Vampires

Oskar X Sunshine

Seraph of the End

MikaYuu

Shovel Knight

ShovelShield

PlagueMona

Shrek

Shrek X Fiona

Sky High

Warren X Layla

Sonic the Hedgehog

SonAmy

Tailsmo

Knuxouge

Soul Eater

Croma

Speed Racer

Speed X Trixie

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

Spirit X Rain

Spyro the Dragon

Spylora

HuntBianca

BanEmber

Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Globclipsa

Dave X Wrathmelior

Studio Trigger

RyuMako

Satsugoori

LioGueiMei

Super Mario

Mareach

Luaisy

Blippi

Teasing Master Takagi-san

Nishikata X Takagi

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

RaphMona (1987 ver.)

Capril

The Amazing World of Gumball

Penball

Carwin

The Clark Saga

Clark X Malfina

The Croods

Geep

The Fairly OddParents

TimTrix

Cosmo X Wanda

The Gray Garden

Eticalb

The Loud House

SaLuna

Luanny

The Muppets

Kermiggy

The Owl House

Lumity

Huntlow

Lucky

The Road to El Dorado

Chelioguel

Transformers

Oplita

JazzProwl

ChromHide

Trigun

VashMeryl

Trollhunters

JimClaire

Trolls

Broppy

Undertale

ShyBlook

Vampire Hunter D

Meier Link X Charlotte

Voltron

Kallura

Lotura

Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea

SameWada

Warriors

FireSand

RavenBarley

Where the Crawdads Sing

Tate X Kya

Wolfwalkers

Mebyn

Wreck-It Ralph

JimClaire

Yo-kai Watch

Ray O'Light X Drizzelda

#Mine #Shipping List

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