looking for a new minecraft setup
ask the minecraft player if their setup is weird or etho
they don't understand
pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is weird and what is etho
they laugh and say "it's a good setup sir"
look at the setup
microphone is in a tissue box
its etho
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WHEREVER YOU ARE
pairing ༄ zoro x gn!reader
warnings ༄ brief descriptions of violence. a little angsty at first but it’s fluff i pinky promise!
word count ༄ 796
notes ༄ i’ve been feeling so deeply about zoro lately—i cried over him a few nights ago. this is embarrassingly soggy; i poured my heart out for him. tagging my dearest ai @gojoest <3
home.
a soft breeze carries the word, a gentle whisper that ruffles zoro’s hair and curls over the shell of his ear, fading once the message rests uncomfortably on his tongue. the sea shimmers under the moon’s loving gaze, the lulling lap of waves the only sound that reaches the starlit deck. he should be chilly in the crisp salt air, but as he glances down at you—wrapped in his protective embrace, head resting against his bare chest and the steady beat of his heart—he realizes that he has never felt warmer.
home is a word that has never meant much to the swordsman.
from an orphanage to the dojo to the furthest reaches of the east blue, zoro was born a wanderer, cursed to roam land and sea with little more than three swords and a fierce dream. hunting humans and exchanging souls for bounties that could barely cover a warm meal, a glass of sake, and a dirty bed—it was a monastic existence, devoid of comfort and pleasure. but that’s the price you pay when you make a deal with the devil. greatness isn’t bestowed upon the righteous; greatness is something you must fight for with steel claws and blood in your maw. may the most vicious creature win.
home is make-believe for a demon. it’s a tale told to frightened children who don’t yet understand the cruelty of the world.
joining luffy did not cure zoro’s restlessness. it did not make him a better man—it only redirected his cruelty. the piles of flesh and bone he left in his wake loomed over him still; he trudged through a sticky stream of ichor in his nightmares. destruction in the name of something is destruction all the same. he could feel the shackles of solitude slipping, but he was (and still is) set in his ways. it’s difficult to unlearn that which you believe yourself to be. a lifetime of isolation bred a bone-deep loneliness that he couldn’t bleed out of his chest or escape when he cracked open his rib cage and welcomed eternal darkness.
home is a luxury a man—a monster—like him does not deserve.
you draw zoro from his thoughts as you shift in his lap to face him, wrapping your legs around his waist, smoothing your palms across the strong planes of his stomach. your delicate caresses dance upwards, an act of reverence as you trace over the story of his life.
puckered scars, rippling striae, dappled moles, smattered freckles; these etchings on his tanned flesh tell of his victories and mistakes and birthrights. when you reach his broad shoulders, one hand darts up to rake through his mint green strands, fingernails grazing his scalp in a way that has him chasing your touch. your other hand tinkles his earrings, the golden chimes playing their hymn as they reflect the glimmering moonlight.
zoro’s lone eye is enraptured with your movements, and when your sweet gaze meets his, you press a featherlight kiss to his unsuspecting lips. “what was that for?” he asks with a rumbling chuckle. his hands—rough, capable of atrocities—unconsciously rub up and down your sides with worshipful tenderness.
“i love you,” you confess airily with a smile, as though those aren’t the most devastating words the swordsman has ever heard.
if zoro wasn’t a selfish man he would weep at your words. he would tell you to find someone better, he would show you the mortal weight of his sins, and he would keep his distance from a soul as radiant and kind as yours. but decades of want have conditioned him to be greedy.
hearing that phrase—though zoro has heard it from your lips hundreds of times—has a grin rivaling the brightness of the moon split his sharp features. cradling his face, you stroke his dimples with your thumbs. his hands settle on your waist and tug you toward him, your bodies pressed together like hands in a prayer. he crooks his head so your mouths are a mere breath apart.
“i love you, too,” he murmurs before claiming your parted lips with his own.
zoro still has little more than three swords and a fierce dream. but he also has three warm meals a day, more glasses of sake than he could ever want, and a clean bed to crawl into at night. he’s no longer an orphan; with the straw hats there is friendship and laughter and adventure. if asked, he will insist that he’s not a good man, that he’s a demon. but he’s fiercely loyal to his family—he will cut down anyone that stands in their way to freedom.
and then there’s you. with you, zoro has a love he has never felt before. as far as he’s concerned?
wherever you are is home.
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the ones who let you snuggle into their bulge or nuzzle up to their (perfect) softie with your head in their lap. he thinks it’s cute that some days it can instantly calm you and make your head a little fuzzy as his hand runs through your hair.
aizawa, kirishima, bakugo, kaminari, shinso, sero, takami, tokoyami, midoriya, togata, yamada, gojo, geto, itadori, nanami, inumaki, mahito, thancred, g’raha tia, emet-selch, hythlodaeus, & ur faves
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Bottoms Up (Haz/bin Wav)
This one's been in the works for a while, and I had a good reason to finish it today. A dash of angry adrenaline, a bag of saline, and a good cause-- enjoy the entire hotel gang having a silly, sneezy drinking 'contest'.
*see bottom for transcript!!*
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TRANSCRIPT AS FOLLOWS:
Angel: So, Val made this hot new drink and it gets ya super fucked, like you wont even believe!
Husk: *laughs* Yeah sure
Angel: I’m serious! Even tight pants would be trippin over his fucking antlers
Alastor: ٨ـ
Vaggie: Honestly I could use something strong after today
Angel: Ohohoh?? Tiny Tits wants to get wasted? What are we, in End Days?
Vaggie: Are you gonna deliver, or is this all talk like the time you told us you could eat five jumbo pickles at once without using your mouth?
Angel: Easy toots, there’s a catch. Moth boy…he’s a little weird. This drink…it make’s you sneeze. Sooo…
Sir Pentious: *cackles* Give it here, spider! I shall be the only one immune to this toxin! For I am a snake. An snakes do not sneeze!
Vaggie: Oh ho this'll be good.
Sir Pentious: *sneezes viciously and embarrassingly twice* Ohh dear…
Angel: Toldja so! What about you, tight pants? You in?
Alastor: Hmmm, no. I think you will all regret having me participate. But it certainly is sadistically intriguing to ẇ̸̹͙͓̪̇͠a̶̖͚̙̽̆t̴̩͖̦̀c̶͉̥͗̉ͅh̵̺̞̊.
Angel: oooookay …fuckin weirdo. *looks at Husk* You’re being awful quiet over there, whiskers. Are you gonna drink, or what?
Husk: Ehh, I uhh. *embarrassed mumbling*
Angel: What? Afraid of a little--
Charlie: *sneezing* Oh! Okay! *sneezes* Wow! It really *sneezes* Does!! *sneezes again* Vaggie! You should try holding back.
Vaggie: *slams drink* Whoo! Ok I got this.
Charlie: You got this!
Vaggie: I am strong!
Charlie: You are strong!
Vaggie: I am queen of -- *instant violent sneeze* Goddammit
Charlie: Aww babe, it’s ok, you’re still my queen
Sir Pentious: Wait, I thought you were the princess, my dear?
Charlie: What?
Angel: Well, fuzzbutt, you gonna drink or what?
Husk: Um, I…I uh--
Angel: Come on! Are you losing your alcoholic card over this?
Husk: I’m not I just--
Alastor: Oh do tell them, Husker. It’s so very amusing.
All: What?? Tell us!
Husk: Rgh, it’s not a big fuckin deal just…
Angel: Oh my gawd I will literally suck fifteen dicks at the same time if someone will just tell me what the big fucken secret is (and I totally can) *clicks cheek*
Husk: *growls* Fine. I’ll drink If…the Radio Demon drinks too.
Alastor: Hmm~ fine, but I did warn you.
All chanting: Go go go!
Husk: *drinks* *kitteny stifles*
*All laughing*
Angel: Oh my fuck Husk your sneeze! I can’t decide if it’s cute or hilarious! Or kinky~
Sir Pentious: I am no longer feeling self conscious about my sneeze!
Husk: Alright alright! You got your chuckles. It’s Radiohead’s turn. Wait…
Angel: Wait, where did he go?
Vaggie: The booze is gone! Where…
Charlie: Alastor?!
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*drink pours*
Alastor: Mmm, it is quite good. *sip* *sneeze*
*hotel powers down*
All: What the fuck! Come on!
Alastor: *laughs*
Fade out
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