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druid-for-hire · 5 months

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[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

#comic art #comics #original comic #chronic pain #carpal tunnel #tendonitis #my art #original #edit: what a delightful surprise to see this take off #this was made for class on very low fuel and very few thoughts and late at night and exhausted #the prompt was just a wordless narrative essay. three pages. and i had nothing and no ideas #and my head hurt and i was too tired to think about doing any of the like. research and mind mapping and ideating i'd do otherwise #but my arm hurt #so i decided to do a thing about arm hurty #i'm surprised to see so many people finding it resonating with them #but then again i shouldn't be. the universal lies in the specific #i should make more things about smaller stuff

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ghostbsuter · 9 days

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The mantle of Batman was officially handed over to cassandra, her expression serious and body still as her father put his hands around her shoulder and hugged her.

Cass isn't a stranger to pain and trauma, she knows what this will mean to her, this new future.

She is aware of the kinds of pain the mantles of Robin ans Batgirl bring as well, she wasn't a Robin like her brothers and sister, but she watched them all the same.

So she prepared.

Just like Bruce, like her family, she prepared for the inevitable.

Batman came back in the form of herself. Now, she only needs to wait for her Robin and Batgirl.

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(This lovely idea actually came from my previous post in the comment section.)

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seafoamdew · 10 months

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They belt their heart out to Britney Spears on Karaoke Fridays.

#my art #sea-replies #prompts #hijack #frostcup #rotg #httyd #jack frost #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #then they boo at the machine when it gives them less than 100 because #umm did they not just sing their heart out or what?#their singing is less than 100? LIES

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marihem · 3 months

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@fransweek 2024

Day 4: Lazy

What a messy evening...

#my art #frans #sans #sans x frisk #frisk x sans #fransweek 2024 #roommate banter au #frisk #sansfrisk #fransweek #frisk is tipsy but they really should get up and at least put together the trash #and go to bed #but then sans lies down on top of them just because he could #is he drunk? or just asleep?#welp guess they'll just have to sleep like this #too tired and lazy anyways #future frisk and sans will take care of the mess tomorrow #also i was planning a comic for this prompt but i got too Lazy hah-

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goddess-reborn · 11 days

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Zayne calls you his girlfriend (English dub)

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 5 months

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Whump Prompt #1327

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

I’ve been thinking about a whumpee who in the eyes of everyone around them (or even society) is the bad guy. Like, their whumper paints them to be this villian in order to isolate them from society and keep them under their grasp. To add insult to injury, at the beginning the potential caretaker believes all the rumors and whumper’s narrative to the point that they contribute to whumpee’s isolation. They’re just so against whumpee, they’ll disagree with them, overthink whumpee’s intentions, etc. But they’re not that harsh with Whumpee compared to others so in whumpee’s eyes they’re the kindest person to ever exits, that maybe they’re worthy of an ounce of kindness.

And when Caretaker finally finds out the truth (either through them just slowly realizing the true relationship of whumpee and whumper or like an event that triggers whumpee) they have no idea how to care for whumpee knowing that they contributed to whumpee’s suffering and that they barely scratched the surface. So they just try their best instead of resulting to inaction.

But like here’s the catch, so far in whumpee’s eyes caretaker has been the kindest to them, so now whumpee worries about caretaker’s sudden change in actions. (Because they’re not use to comfort)

(Bonus points if their whumper was possesive and often result to physical action and soft words laced with malice. And that’s how caretaker normally comforts people, so they try the same with whumpee only for whumpee to slip into the thinking that they were wrong about caretaker and that they don’t deserve such decency.)

#villain turned whumpee #sort of #long prompt #writing #prompts #angst #whump #ideas #injury #I LOVE THIS ONE ALOT #misunderstandings #manipulation #truth and lies #lies #revelations #revealing the truth #whumper turned caretaker

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cemeterything · 2 years

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okay but dancing with somebody is The love language of all time. you don't have to be good at it. you don't have to know any fancy moves. you don't even have to be able to move much at all. you just need some good music, a little love in your heart, and a hand to hold, and before you know it you will be on top of the world never wanting to leave the moment you've created together. it is my genuine honest to god belief that everyone should get to dance with someone or several someones they love at least once in their lives. for your health or whatever.

#🐉#YES that desert du0 dancing post prompted this but im right #<- censoring to avoid main tags #aaaaand now im thinking about dancing with my friends who moved away that one night back in 2020 *lies facedown on the ground*

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givethispromptatry · 1 year

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She stared into the mirror trying desperately to find the person she had once been in the lines of her face. She'd been brave once. Kind once. Strong once.

Where was that person now?

Who was she supposed to be?

#writing prompt #story prompt #dialogue prompt #'either people lied to me or the resurrection didn't work.'

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stiltonbasket · 9 months

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prompt: an au where wrh raises wwx, who is then forced to fight for the wens during the sunshot campaign.

“You are useless to me now,” Wen Ruohan says, contemplating his drink. “One little archer, one lucky shot—and my greatest hope after Wen Zhuliu has been ruined.”

The cup in his hand should have held wine: some of the clear, astringent liquor that Wen Qing favored, since it was a passable antiseptic in an emergency—but somehow, it had darkened to a deep, almost oily crimson, like the broth of the stewed lamb Wei Wuxian ate on the night before he rode out to Hejian.

He does not like to think of what his liege must be drinking now, and so he does not ask.

“Not useless,” Wei Wuxian says at last. “Wen Qing claims that a full bodily recovery—if it should take place at all—will come too late for this war effort, but I am still sound in mind. And that is at your service still, as much as it ever was.”

“That is some relief. I could have done without your mind, if I had your jindan and your strength; but since I am not to have either, your mind will have to do.”

Wei Wuxian nods, scarcely concealing the tremor in his fingers as he does so. When he arrived half a shichen ago, he was granted a chair instead of a patch of floor to kneel on, out of respect for his battle wound; but drawing breath in Wen Ruohan’s presence has never been easy, in spite of the fact that the man would likely rather cut off his own right hand than harm him, and the Lan-made poison eating away at Wei Wuxian’s veins has only made matters worse.

“Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian blinks. “My lord.”

“That concubine of yours, the one that serves you on the battlefield—what is his name?”

His heart stutters in his chest. “Yu Zhenhong, junshang. I have only two, and Yu-shi is the only man.”

“He should have thrown himself before that arrow, rather than suffer any risk to you,” Wen Ruohan snarls, dashing the white-jade cup upon the tiled ground at his feet. “He is a man, and all he can do for the continuation of your line is to ensure the continuation of your life—and if the arrow struck true, and you had been slain, who would have taught your yiniang’s child in your place?”

Painfully, Wei Wuxian lifts himself out of his chair and sinks to his knees on the floor.

“It was I who rode ahead of Yu-shi that day. The rest of the regiment would have come to harm, if he had followed me,” he says, bent so low that he can feel the coolness of the tiles on his forehead. “On his behalf—and on behalf of my yiniang, for Lady Li is close to her time, and any harm done to one of our household could injure her, or my child—I beg that you show him mercy.”

A sharp pain sparks under one of his fingers. He lifts it from the ground, and notes with dull surprise that his skin had been pierced by a shard of Wen Ruohan’s jade cup.

Wen Ruohan pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Very well, then. I will not give him any corporal punishment, for the sake of your yiniang’s peace of mind. But he must be punished somehow, and you are far too soft-hearted to do it properly.”

“My lord—”

“He is your favorite, is he not?” Wen Ruohan says idly. “You care for Li Shuai, and surround her with all the luxuries a man of your rank can afford. But Yu Zhenhong is the one who follows you to battle, the one you take into your confidence; so must he not be the one closest to your heart?”

“Yes.” The word feels like whetted steel on his tongue.

“Good,” his liege says, smiling. “Yu-shi has forgotten where he stands; and so, he must be reminded. He is not your husband—will never be your husband, for in all these years I have found no man or maiden worthy of being joined with you in marriage—but I think it would break his heart if I were to gift you another concubine. He tolerates Li-yiniang, because she can give you children, but if you were to take in another man...”

Wei Wuxian thinks wretchedly of the night Li Shuai and Yu Zhenhong came to his manor in the Nightless City, having run so long that Yu Zhenhong’s feet were bleeding, and begged for shelter: any way you can grant it, Yu Zhenhong had said, swaying on his injured feet as he supported Li Shuai. Any way, Wei-jiangjun—Brother Wei—A-Shuai can travel no further, I beg of you—

“May Wen-zongzhu’s will be done. I accept,” Wei Wuxian murmurs aloud, lifting his head to look Wen Ruohan in the eye. “Who is it to be?”

Wen Ruohan waves a dismissive hand.

“I’ll introduce you to him tomorrow,” he says, with a grin that makes his too-long front teeth shimmer in the yellow lamplight. “But you need not fear for your own sake, Wei-jiangjun. After all, your Yu-shi could not rival this one for beauty if he tried for the rest of his life.”

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“A concubine? For Wei-jiangjun? Has Father lost his mind?”

Two figures in red were standing in the dungeons of the Sun Palace, by the very last cell in the deepest of the six underground keeps. Its lone inhabitant had been languishing there for a month, not permitted to set foot outside his prison save when he was dragged to the torture chambers; and even when the tendons in his legs were slashed, some twelve days earlier, he remained so impassive that the head torturer began to wonder if he could feel the pain at all.

Wen Xu lifts his torch and examines the prisoner.

“I suppose he’s good-looking enough,” he shrugs, suppressing a shiver as the torchlight moves over Lan Wangji’s unblinking eyes. “His nephew was the archer who brought General Wei down at Hejian, so Fuqin must think that marrying Lan Wangji to Wei-jiangjun is a fitting punishment—for the uncle and nephew both.”

In the shadows of the cell, Lan Wangji’s bloodied hands curl over a splinter of stone he had torn away from the walls.

He has been shaping it for the last fortnight, filing it against the reinforced rock of the floor until the top end had been ground to a razor-sharp point. Before his legs were broken, he intended to use it to pick the lock of his cell door and escape, but now...

“Tian ah,” Wen Chao whispers, apparently under the impression that Lan Wangji was in a meditative trance, and thus unable to hear him. “I don’t fancy Lan Wangji’s chances in the Wei-fu. Wei-jiangjun was furious when Wen Qing found out about the poison in his jindan.”

But now his escape had been planned for him.

Lan Wangji’s grasp on the splinter grows tighter.

“When will it be?” asks Wen Chao.

“Three days from now.”

Three days.

Lan Wangji looks up at the ceiling of his cell, and then down at the sharp piece of rock in his palm.

He has crossed paths with General Wei only twice: once in the Cloud Recesses twenty years previously, when the young Wei-jiangjun attended Lan Qiren’s summer lecture courses, and then again on the battleground in Hejian where he was taken prisoner thirty days ago.

Until that fateful battle, he could not have picked General Wei out of a crowd if his life depended on it: but that night, Lan Wangji dreams of a hauntingly lovely face lost in sleep mere inches away from his own, and the trembling of his hands as his makeshift knife plunges into his bridegroom’s throat.

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wen ruohan #i guess i'll call this the #wrh raises wwx au #👀👀👀👀#please reblog this if you liked it/want more :3 #my fic #also for anyone who was worried li shuai and yzh are married #they are False Concubines™️#but lan wangji will not find this out until MUCH later #prompt fill

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Dc x dp idea 54

The Fenton parents have lost custody. Do to unsafe living conditions. Danny ends up being placed in the system. Jazz did not qualify to take him in.

The adults in the realm were not pleased. Offering to house him in the realm. Danny refuses. They demand a monthly check in at minimum.

That went fine until the foster parents handed him over to the GIW. They got a reward and Danny’s existence in their home wiped.

Danny doesn’t want to think about what’s going to happen if he meets check in. The last two had been them telling him they didn’t approve of the home. They were about ready to force him in the realm.

Red hood bust into the government lab the last day he could check in. Danny full on panics obviously Jason thinks it’s because he was locked up. But nope Danny’s worried frostbite, pandora and crew are gonna busy into the human realm to find him.

Now it’s a race to one of Jason’s safe house because if Danny doesn’t pretend to be somewhere safe it’s gonna be bad. Especially if they found out the GIW had him. Add in the experiments and it gets even better. A hoodie could hide the injuries for the check in.

No one believes him when he says he’s fine. That Danny has been crashing there after taking the realms advice and ditching the foster home.

Frostbite tells the two that they’d be doing weekly check ins now. That Danny can’t be trusted and if anything happened that isn’t handled before they find out it will be dire. Dire for the world of the living.

Now Danny is staying with Jason. They have to commit to the bit until the GIW are handled.

It becomes permanent.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #Danny was very injured during the check internet #frostbite did not fall for the lies #just used it to his advantage #obviously this guy got Danny out. make him babysit until Danny is safe #Jason know has a child in his safe house #if Danny leaves they’ll catch the lie.#at least he knew the kid wouldn’t be homeless #and with the injuries he wasn’t keen on returning the brat yet #Jason will no live it down when the batfam find out #Danny contacts Jazz right away #could lead to anger management #as much as the Fenton parents love there kids they seem to care about experiments more #they do have food come to life #the whole hunting jazz thing. while not as bad as it was saying they didn’t want to hurt her. she was still hunted #besides Jason and Danny could have such a fun vibe #i like the two’s relationships #pandora likes his vibe #even if he needed to be decontaminated #that could be handled later #Jason’s accidentally child acquisition arch #they commit hard to the bit #no turning around #jason todd

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oldworldghost · 8 months

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How do you think P would react over finding out Reader likes to sing? Is a duet incoming in the walls of Hotel Krat?

P with a lover who's a singer! ☆

↳ Anon this is adorable! I'm tempted to write a fic about something along these lines at a different time, but for now have some hcs :]

➸ Pinocchio finds out you sing on one of his return trips to the hotel. His attention is first grabbed by the sound of the piano, its' notes greeting him upon his entrance, and being the artistically inclined man that P is, he naturally follows it. His attention is secondly grabbed by the faint sound of a voice, half hidden by the keys and only to be properly made out that's yours when he's standing in the doorway of the library. He makes eye contact with Antonia, who sends him a smile before turning back to you, who either hasn't noticed that he's there or simply doesn't care. He supposes it to be the former, too engrossed in what you're doing to pay attention to the outside world.

➸ He, very quickly, ends up the same. Dead glass eyes watch intently as your hands glide over the keys, something akin to life sparking in them as he listens to your voice dance with the music. Pinocchios' initial reaction is that you sound beautiful, look beautiful. Though it would be more accurate, I suppose, to say that he thinks you both look and sound incredibly human. P has never heard anyone sing outside of Vinyls, at least not for long, so being able to not only listen in person but watch as you engage in the act of something as human as music has his gears speeding up. Something in them has changed, he's sure of it.

➸ It should come as no surprise to say that Pinocchio is immensely curious about [and attracted to, in your case] things he perceives as human. This is partially due to the fact that he sees them as a goal, something to work towards and obtain, a barrier to be broken between himself and humanity as a whole. And of course this extends to music and is one of the reasons his vinyl collection is ever growing, why he always finds himself returning to the piano. It is a little hard to tell whether Ps' appreciation of art is something inherent to him or if it merely exists because he thinks it has to. In all honesty it's probably both.

➸ Now, to grow less introspective about it all, Pinocchio also just really loves listening to you sing because it's, well, you. He is undoubtably your number one fan, though he's subtle about it. Gemini is the hype man, much to the embarrassment of P and the amusement of Everyone Else. Honestly it's not even really embarrassment on Ps' part, more of an annoyed "wow I wish you would shut the fuck up!" because Gemini has the talent of being able to bring you into every conversation and you being a singer just adds more fuel to a fire that really does not need it [Pinocchio would one hundred percent do the same though if he was more, you know, talkative].

➸ One of Pinocchios' main love languages is quality time, and honestly you being a singer is perfect for that. Most of his time at the hotel is spent just sitting and listening and watching. Something about your voice makes him feel safe, as weird as that may sound. Maybe it's the affection in it when you sing for him alone, or just how intimate the atmosphere ends up being. He's not even sure if he's capable of feeling comfort, but he wouldn't change whatever's in his chest for the world.

➸ In regards to duets, I think Pinocchio would actually be rather open to the idea. Now, contrary to popular belief he can in fact speak, though he seldom ever does it without prompting. He doesn't really see the point in it if we're being honest, yes speaking is human but his voice is so flat and honestly he just doesn't have a lot to say about things. So it's fairly safe to say P has never sung before, hell he's not even sure if his voicebox can function like that, but nonetheless when you bring up the idea of a duet he's not only willing but somewhat eager about the whole thing. There's really no rhyme or reason for it either, Pinocchio just likes the idea of doing something human with someone who makes it easy to forget he's a puppet.

➸ Now Pinocchios' singing voice is actually rather nice! Though it is, of course, undeniably mechanical. There's something off about it, at times sounding like a crude mimicry of a human, a constant stiffness and roughness to it. It falls into a sort of uncanny valley, however there is also something undeniably endearing about it, something human about how much you can tell he wants to express anything in it. As for sound outside of puppetry, Ps' voice is fairly deep but retains a certain gentleness to it, a smoothness that contradicts the stiffness in a really lovely way. And yes, Pinocchio has a sense of rhythm.

➸ Pinocchio has a strong preference for keeping your duets private. The best way to do that, in his opinion, is when you're both out in the gardens dancing together. Under the stars while everyone else is inside, chest against chest and voices in sync, the gentle twirls and turns as you both slip into your own little world. If you couldn't tell how much he values your duets before, you certainly can now. Kiss him after the song is done, won't you?

#Anyway this post strayed a little from the prompt because I am a chronic yapper I am so sorry #I am also so normal #this is also not as in-depth about the whole humanity and music thing as I would like it to be #but I haven’t finished the game yet so I’m not sure if it has any further relevance later #I still have so many thoughts about it though #This is also probably a little ooc because a] I have not finished the game #as said before #and b] writing is hard </3 #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #my writing

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caliblorn · 9 months

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✨TEFFEST23✨ - August 12th - FREE DAY

I see people are still posting summerfest entries and going back to prompts from the first days, so I'll indulge in it too. Mages Guild's Fair! I'm sure it was quite common, at least in the first years of the guild, to promote the organization through community events. The goal was to attract people who might have benefitted from the guild's services, or to discover new talents among the less fortunate. The fairs usually involved visual demonstrations of all the schools of magic (which hadn't, technically, been categorized yet!), followed by interactive activities that promoted the normalization of magic in the day-to-day life. On the side, business was talked about between guild members and possible employers.

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#tesfest23 #vanus galerion #mages guild #eso #tes #tesblr #months ago I promised myself I wouldnt have dedicated any prompt to either vanus or m///nnim//rco. Well.#Lied. Second prompt with him.#I wanted to do a bigger piece because this is an headcanon dear to me but I had this old doodle already waiting for me in the art folder...#doodles

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 10 months

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CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

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dawn-till-dusk0 · 3 months

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Twins

#dawnedideas #link click #link click season 2 #link click spoilers #li tianchen #li tianxi #this is also an art prompt #evil art style challenge #hopefully i did this right #my art #link click fanart

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paperultra · 8 months

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daisy, sweet pea, darling.

Pairing: OPLA!Usopp x Reader Word Count: 1,295 words Warnings: None

serendipity (noun): finding something good without looking for it

“Yo, Usopp.” You walk over to where your friend slouches against a tree and crouch down beside him. “Guess what I found.”

Usopp blinks at you, chewing idly on several slices of a tangerine. “Treasure?” he ventures through a full mouth.

“Nope.”

He swallows. “What, then?”

Triumphantly, you move your hand out from behind your back, presenting the daisy you’d found in front of his face. “A freaky-looking flower. Check it out.”

“Oh, dang!” Usopp drops his tangerine peels on the ground and takes the daisy, poking at the elongated flowerhead. “Hey, it looks like a smile.” He twirls it upside down. “Or a frown. Where’d you get it?”

“On that hill over there. I almost stepped on it while I was looking for actual treasure with Nami.”

He nods thoughtfully for a few seconds. “… You know,” he drawls, eyebrows arching pridefully in a way that tells you that whatever’s coming next is a total lie, “I found a three-headed rose in Kaya’s garden once.”

“Really,” you say.

“Yeah. It was huge. Easily the size of my face. And redder than a pirate’s blood.” Usopp rubs his chin, squinting at your daisy. “I was gonna pick it to show you and Kaya, but then Sham showed up out of nowhere with this giant shovel … I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, so I decided on a tactical retreat to prevent a commotion from disturbing you guys.”

Cue a slight pause for effect. You stare at him, then snort and poke his forehead.

“Please,” you laugh as Usopp makes a face. “You love making a commotion, Usopp.”

He gasps in offense. “Excuse me? I only make a commotion if the situation calls for it.”

“Uh-huh.” A grin spreading across your face, you fall back to sit properly and rest your back against the tree. “Then I guess we’re in a lot of situations that call for it?”

“Look, as your captain, I made a solemn vow to protect you guys. I have an eye for danger, okay? Just because you don’t see it as quickly as I do doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

“Aye, Cap’n.” Despite your teasing, there’s some truth to his words. “You do have a good eye for things that want to kill us, I admit.”

Usopp’s chest puffs out with pride, and you chuckle, sliding further down the tree until you’re lying on the ground, head resting on a large root.

A warm breeze brushes past the two of you. Your eyelids fall halfway, a sudden drowsiness taking over.

Your gaze moves to the weird flower still in Usopp’s hand. “Hey, ’Sopp, could you hold onto that daisy for me? Just while I take a quick nap. I’m really … sleepy all of a sudden …”

“Oh. Uh, sure.”

“Thanks.” You yawn, closing your eyes completely. “’M gonna pick some more later to bring on board. Haven’t seen flowers in a while …”

As you drift off, you think that Usopp pats your shoulder gently, murmuring for you to have a good nap, but you’re not totally sure.

—

You dream about three-headed roses and daisies with centers that stretch on for miles.

When Nami shakes you awake, the sun has gotten a little lower, but the sky is still as blue as ever.

“We’re heading off soon,” she tells you.

“Okay.” You stretch and get to your feet, looking down towards the Going Merry. Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji are already on deck. “Where’s Usopp?” you ask.

“Oh, I saw him earlier back on that hill,” she replies, casting a glance over her shoulder. “He told me to go on ahead without him.”

Humming and brushing the dirt off the seat of your pants, you wonder whether Usopp went to look for more weird daisies. “I see. We’ll meet him at the ship, then?”

“Eventually.”

The two of you take the short journey down to Merry. Nami laments the empty treasure chests she had found while you were napping, and you sympathize with her, concluding that the legendary treasure island was not what it cracked up to be.

You help out with ship preparations while waiting for Usopp to get back, and once he does, you greet him happily.

“Found what you were looking for, Usopp?”

“Yeah. I mean, kind of. Er.”

One of his hands is behind his back, a mirror image of yourself when you had approached him at the tree, and you tilt your head curiously as he chews his bottom lip.

“What is it?”

Nami passes by behind him, and Usopp yelps as he suddenly stumbles forward. He trips over his feet, arms shooting out to steady himself.

A flash of white and pink catches the corner of your eye. Turning your attention to Usopp’s hand, your eyebrows raise and your lips part in surprise.

“Usopp,” you start.

He finally catches his balance and peers up at you. Perplexed, he turns his head slowly towards his outstretched arm, and then he slumps in resignation.

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh, extending the bouquet in your direction. “It’s for you.”

Gingerly, you take the flowers into your hands. Daisies and sweet pea flowers smile up at you, their stems held together with a long stem of grass tied into a bow. Buried in the middle is the stretched-out daisy you had left in Usopp’s care.

As you lift the bouquet to your nose to take a sniff, Usopp shifts awkwardly in front of you. “I was gonna make it a whole bunch of those weird daisies, but I think you picked the only one on the island,” he says. “I looked everywhere. Nami told me to just add some sweet peas so it at least smells really good.”

“It does,” you assure him, not bothering to bite down the grin on your face as you meet his eyes. Your heart flip-flops in your chest. “I love it, Usopp. Thank you.”

His eyes light up. “Well,” Usopp says, and he seems uncharacteristically bashful despite the giant smile on his own face, gripping the strap of his knapsack and rocking back on his heels. “I was also, like. Kinda thinking that maybe you’d wanna, y’know … check out the stars with me out on the deck later tonight, when we have time? If you want.”

“Will you tell me some stories about them?” you ask.

“Of course,” he immediately replies. “I have tons … y’know, I actually have a constellation named after me. Maybe we’ll see it.”

“Really? That’s something I’d like to see.” You step closer. “It’s a date, then?”

“It’s a …” Usopp stares at you, opening and closing his mouth for a split second. He wets his lips and coughs. “Yeah, it’s a date! I mean, I meant to say that explicitly at the beginning, but I didn’t want to pressure you in case that wasn’t what you wanted, so …”

“I’d love to go on a date with the mighty Captain Usopp,” you say.

“You would? I-I mean, cool. You won’t be disappointed.”

His usual swaggering persona returns, and you laugh, keeping your bouquet close to your chest. Your mind goes hazy with fondness.

Luffy shouts something from Merry’s figurehead, pulling the pair of you out of your little bubble and back into the real world. With one last shared smile, you reluctantly drift away from each other to go where you’re needed.

For the rest of the day, neither of you are particularly helpful. Those who are aware of the reason and its significance (Nami, Sanji, and Zoro) don’t give you or Usopp much scolding for it, though mischievous remarks are found around every corner and all throughout dinner.

You don’t mind, not at all – especially with how bright the stars are that night.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #usopp x reader #opla usopp #usopp #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #i love usopp bro he's so funnyy #i just finished the syrup village arc in the anime and i loved him even more #he has a rlly big heart !! even tho he's scared out of his wits he's determined to become someone who lives up to his lies !!

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Vesuvia Weekly: How to Hold Your Loved One

Hold Asra by the hand as you run, laughing, towards another adventure. Hold Asra around the waist as you dance, until he twirls you away, barely clinging to the tips of your fingers, the light of mischief sparkling in his eyes. Wrap your arms around Asra-- or let him wrap his arms around you in turn-- as you fly to your sanctuary in Nopal, riding atop a beast that is more family than friend. Let Asra rest in your lap or lean against your chest in the moments when the world is quiet and may as well fade away, since all the two of you truly need is each other. Hold Asra close on the darkest nights, when the memories are too much to bear and the burden is too heavy to carry alone. Let him feel the beat of the heart he risked so much to share with you, let him feel that you are there, that despite all the struggle and desperation and pain, his story might have a happy ending after all.

“My darling,” Julian will say, with a smile like a dashing rogue, “hold me any way you like.” Hold Julian to that: take his hand, take his waist, take the lead. Hold Julian perhaps a bit too tight, showing him exactly how much he means to you. Julian is a man of action, after all. Words are wonderful, but sometimes they simply won’t do. Hold your hand to Julian’s throat, where a mark once shone, to prove to him that he means so much more to you than just the things he has given up. Hold him from behind and let him lean against your chest, close enough to feel the beat of your heart. Hold him like a promise, a whisper, so simple but so vital: I am here. We are safe. You are not alone. Let us carry our burdens together.

Hold Nadia casually, at any given moment. Hold Nadia simply because you want to. Hold Nadia’s hand as you stroll through the gardens, or swoop in to resolve yet another palace disaster. Put a hand on her knee beneath the table as she deals with insufferable noble after insufferable noble, a silent signal that you’re there, that you understand, that yes, this person is entirely unreasonable, but she can handle it. Rest your head on Nadia's shoulder on a long carriage ride, because you trust her, because you want to be nearby. Hook your arm with hers as you stride down the streets of Vesuvia, a two-person parade, your casual clothes an excuse to simply enjoy yourselves. Hold Nadia not as the Countess, not as a Princess, but as the woman you admire and respect and love.

Hold Muriel gently, softly, deliberately. Hold him so he knows it is safe. Hold him when he needs things to be safe. Start with simple touches, a brush of fingers against the arm, helping him with his hair, a kiss on his scarred knuckles. Hold Muriel in the quiet moments, when the world is slowing down and there is finally time and space to breathe. Let Muriel hold you when the world is too fast, and too loud, and everything is too big, and he is too big. Sit by his side, because there is nowhere else you would rather be. Hold him because you chose to, because out of all of the people in the world, you chose him.

Hold Portia like she is the only one you see. Hold Portia's hand as you dance the night away, laughing at the events of the day. Let Portia rest on your lap as you do her hair, showing her the same kindness she has shown others so many times before. Hold Portia tight, letting her pull you along as she runs ahead, racing headlong towards every challenge the world can set in front of her. Hold her and show that you are always by her side, no matter where she goes or what she chooses to do.

Hold both of Lucio’s hands, metal and flesh, accepting him for all that he is, not what he was. Press your back to his as the two of you stand against the world, daring the universe to try to tear you apart. Wrap your arms around Lucio's shoulders when he finally relents and trembles in the fear he has hidden for so long. Hold Lucio’s hand as it curls to a fist, shaking with the fury that isn’t so easily chased away. Hold Lucio close, hold him tight, hold him so he can feel after spending so years longing for contact he could never truly have. Hold Lucio accountable for his actions, of course, but hold his growth and positivity high into the sky, shouting it out to the world so that maybe, maybe, Lucio can hear that he is not the man he used to be.

#vesuvia weekly #hold the LI #the arcana #the arcana game #my stuff #my writing #writing prompt #please forgive any silly typos i did this in like an hour of creative fervor lol

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