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(follows from 'theforestoracle')
I'm Kassandra!
(Kas ✅; Sandra- Sandy ❌)
Welcome from my literary grove nestled in the heart of the my little Southern forest. As an aspiring author, my love for storytelling and dreams of publishing are the reasons and motivation for this blog. I not only hope to share my own stories, but to also inspire, offer a helping hand, and connect with fellow story enthusiasts and writers. When I'm not writing, I am usually entertaining other interests such as crocheting, gardening, and cooking.
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Shin secretly loves cheesy movies, mainly action, but any genre really.
Has a soft spot for kids and animals.
He has to do certain training to help calm or distract all the mental noise.
Is a light sleeper, due to years of assassin work and having to stay of guard.
I think Shin is a total gentleman. He will walk on the outside of the sidewalk, open doors, and offer his arm to escort you.
Has no issue communicating. He loves any attention from you, but also wants you to feel safe.
Loves getting random texts from you during the day. He could be having a rough day at the store, but once he reads your text, whatever it is, he always feels a little better.
He will also text you to keep you updated about missions and letting you know he’s ok.
Absolutely loves cuddling. He will melt in your arms and bury his face in your neck the second you pull him to you.
He has read your mind when you first started talking to surprise you with your favorite snacks.
Late night talks on the roof are his favorite. He will hold your hand and let the city sounds drown out everyone’s thoughts so it’s just the two of you.
He gets quietly possessive in public. He won’t do anything crazy, just put his hand on the small of your back or stand closer than necessary.
He blushes so hard when he sees you wearing his oversized hoodie.
Gets embarrassed easily when compliments him. He can never hide his blush.
Shin isn’t a very good cook, but loves learning to try while cooking with you.
Doesn’t really talk about his feelings, he’ll show them through his actions. Remembering the little things, like how you like your coffee, or listening to you talk about your favorite tv show.
He loves making you laugh.
He will absentmindedly rub his thumb against your fingers while holding hands.
When you two are intimate, Shin likes edging you until you are begging out loud. He says, “I already knew that” before pleasing you.
He is surprisingly vocal. He will swear and moan against your ear.
Loves when you are on top. You cannot read minds, but still know exactly what to do to get him off.
Aftercare is non-negotiable for him. He will clean you up and make sure you’re comfortable before pulling you against his chest. He craves that level of intimacy.
-They are a hunter and gatherer duo.
-She collects soapberries, fruits, non-potatoes, and colorful rocks while accompanying him on small hunting trips.
-She tried to explain the human courting tradition of giving rocks to the people they love as jewelry.
-He makes her a ‘mate offering’ necklace out of a gem he found while hunting.
-After they resonate they have a son named Atlas.
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-A/N: Happy Birthday to me!
I just wanted to self indulge a little for my birthday 😊
My Whitebeard x OC fanart found here
The Moby Dick had never been quieter. Not because the crew was asleep, far from it. The entire ship buzzed with poorly hidden excitement.
“Keep it down, idiots,” Marco hissed as he put more gifts on the table, “If Ma wakes up before we’re ready, Pops is gonna throw every one of us overboard”.
“She’s going to love it either way, don't fuss so much”, Ace insisted as he hung the banner.
“I wrapped mine special!”, Jozu said proudly as he held up a lumpy package with strings tied around it.
“That’s meat twine…”, Marco told him.
“I think it adds charm”, Jozu shrugged.
Thatch came from the kitchen carrying trays of food. The whole deck was slowly turning into chaos as the men tried to finish preparing for the surprise.
“Please at least try and act civilized today”, Izou said while adjusting one of the flower arrangements with care.
Ace nearly dropped a tray of pastries, but quickly caught it with a nervous laugh.
“Too late for that”, Marco joked.
From inside the captain’s quarters came the unmistakable rumble of laughter that was their captain.
You were having trouble waking up after enjoying a lazy morning, but could not ignore the sounds from above any longer. Whitebeard sat on the edge of the bed while you sat bundled in blankets beside him. He rested one of his huge hands against the small of your back.
“Why does the ship sound like it’s sinking?”, you mumbled, wondering what all the noise was.
“The boys are up to somethin”, he said with a grin, “best not ask questions”.
You rolled your eyes fondly then leaned against him and his warm embrace.
“I guess we better go make sure they don’t burn down my kitchen”, you joked as you got up to get dressed.
Whitebeard watched with the same affectionate grin he always had. It was quiet moments like this that you loved the most. He let out a low laugh when something loudly crashed above. You then heard Marco yell at someone.
The noise suddenly went dead quiet and for a moment that somehow felt more suspicious. He followed you as you made your way up the stairs. The moment you stepped onto the main deck, the entire crew erupted.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MA!”
You jumped in surprise, both hands flying to your mouth. Confetti exploded, music bursted from somewhere by the mast, and you noticed The Moby Dick was heavily decorated.
The deck had been transformed overnight. Colorful banners and streamers hung between the sails. Fresh flowers decorated the railings and tables. There were hand painted signs with crooked letters and even a centerpiece made out of fruit.
And standing in the middle of it all was your family. Every single member of the crew stood grinning at you like excited children.
“Oh boys…”, you laughed softly, tearing up.
“For the greatest Ma on the seas!”, they all said in unison.
Whitebeard stood just behind you with his arms crossed with a smug grin. He looked proud of his boys. They had really pulled it together.
The day became one long celebration, passing in a blur of chaos and affection. The crew spoiled you with gifts. Vista gave you a comb carved from polished wood, Izou gave you fabrics from Wano, Marco gave you a jewelry box of your favorite color, Ace gave you a warm shawl from an island he visited recently. The other crew members gave you gifts such as, small jewelry, rare tea blends, new books, and handmade trinkets.
You hugged every single of your boys and held back tears at how loved you felt. You celebrated the rest of your surprise birthday party by enjoying the many varieties of foods and singing loudly with your family. A few sons grabbed you into a dance while some played music.
Whitebeard spent most of the day watching you. He watched the way you smiled at every gift, no matter how small. He watched you mock scold Ace for climbing the mast while holding a plate of cake. He watched you chat with Izou while the other men partied. He watched Marco put a cape over your shoulders when the sea breeze picked up. He watched his sons orbit around you naturally, like they were drawn to your warmth. The ship had always been his family, but you made it feel like a home.
As evening settled across the ocean, the sun dipped low and the celebrations finally calmed down.
Whitebeard looked over at Ace and gave a hand signal. The ship was quickly docked at an island that was nearby. He stood from his chair and guided you to the edge.
“C’mon”, he said softly.
“Where are we going?”, you asked?.
“You’ll see”, he smiled down at you.
He helped you off the ship onto the small quiet island. It seemed untouched except for the tall grass and old stone paths. He carried a large bag and guided you through trees, down an overgrown trail, eventually reaching a small clearing at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean.
The sunset stretched endlessly across the horizon in shades of gold, pink, purple, and orange. The waves shimmered below you. And for a moment, both of you simply stared.
“It’s beautiful”, you whispered.
“Thought you might like it”, your pirate husband smiled.
Whitebeard laid out a blanket with some snacks from the party.
“You planned all this”, you asked softly.
“Had some help”, he smiled over at the ship docked nearby.
You smiled at that.
You and Whitebeard talked while you nibbled at some of the snacks. He relaxed against a tree and listened to you talk about the day, the ocean breeze, and the sound of waves off in the distance. When you got quiet, he looked over in your direction. He watched the sunset reflect in your eyes.
“When I first became a pirate”, he said quietly, “I never thought I would have any of this”.
You looked at him curiously.
“Sons. A family….You.”, he gaze softened, “you could have had any life you wanted, but you came with me without hesitation. Thank you for joining me on his journey".
The honesty in his voice made your heart ache. You reached for his hand and squeezed gently.
“Newgate, darling, I did get to live the life I wanted”, you smiled up at him, “I wouldn’t have it any other way".
The sun finally began to slip beneath the horizon. Whitebeard pulled you easily on his lap, one massive arm wrapped securely around your waist. You settled against his chest with a content sigh.
He felt warm and safe. He felt like home. The wind drifted around you gently. You both just sat there at the edge of the cliff in comfortable silence, watching the stars slowly begin to appear across the night sky.
Whitebeard leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.
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-A/N: You could never make me hate Sanji, no matter how much Toei wants me to. My sweet man deserves the world.
Sanji doesn’t have just one nickname for you. It just depends on the time, place, and his mood. He likes to call you his dove, and his angel the most.
He wakes up early to make you the perfect breakfast to start your day. It’s different each day based on your needs. Some mornings you wake up to fruit parfaits and heart shaped pancakes, while other mornings you wake up to a hearty protein plate to keep your energy up.
He likes to plan picnics on the deck of the Sunny with you. You both sit there enjoying simple treats while watching the sunset together.
He will run you a bubble bath with your favorite scent before cooking so you can relax before dinner.
He carved your initials in his favorite cooking knife. It makes him smile every time he notices it.
When the Straw Hats stop on an island to replenish their supplies, Sanji will steal you away to dance with you barefoot on the beach. His hands are firm on your waist while he whispers promises of forever in poetic French.
He makes bento boxes for the crew when needed, but will put a cute note in yours.
Sanji adores domestic moments shared between you two. Simple things like cooking together, washing dishes side by side, and soft conversations when everyone else is asleep.
Sanji is a very jealous lover. Just the glare he gives some of the men who try to bother you makes them hurry away.
He sometimes has nightmares due to his childhood trauma. When he is startled awake by them, he instinctively holds you close to him to bring him back to reality. Your warmth and heartbeat help him calm down.
Sometimes you notice he is stressed or tense, but will not say anything. You just hold his hand for a moment without saying a word before letting him have some quiet to think. It reminds him that you are still there for him.
Sanji loves being intimate, more just for pleasure. It makes him feel closer to you, you share a real connection.
He is a giver. He will do anything to make sure you are completely satisfied.
I think Sanji likes edging, both ways. He cannot get enough of watching you squirm. He loves when you edge him. He just likes the prolonged pleasure that comes with edging.
He loves to give oral sex. He takes pride in it.
Sanji likes to food play, duh. He’s just as creative in the bedroom as he is in the kitchen.
I just wanted to pop in with a quick update. I know it's been awhile since I last posted here. I've been focusing on a few other projects lately. And if I'm being honest, it's just been difficult for me to be on Tumblr.
With that being said, I have really missed writing and sharing. I'm hoping to ease my way back into things with some shorter pieces to get the words and motivation going again.
Thank you for your patience and still being here💖
(even though my requests are closed, I'm not against receiving any at this time. I am unable to check Tumblr that often, so I just do no want to open my request until I fully focus on them.)
When the dangerous orc captain has gained a new war-prize... 😈
Captain Grimarr and Lady Jule are from my book The Lady and the Orc, and this gorgeous new art captures their dynamic so perfectly! Jule would never fall in love with such a bossy, belligerent orc... or would she? 😅
They're by the absolutely incredible MadCha, who I've wanted to work with for so long! So grateful to her for such stunning art! 💚
monster fucker? no. no. i said im a monster LOVER. i want to hold my minotaur boyfriend’s hand and braid his long hair. i want to kiss him while lying on his furry chest.
i want to cook for my orc boyfriend and fold laundry with him while we watch trashy reality tv. my werewolf boyfriend and i will go on fun walks to the park and he’ll push me on the swing and laugh when i jump off and trip.
GN!human reader x M!werewolf mate
Celebrating Christmas with your werewolf husband for the first time.
-SFW, established relationship, domestic fluff, cheesy love story
WC:1,485
The remnants of the harvest feast still lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp scent of pine from the freshly cut tree standing proudly in the corner of the living room. You smiled as you moved the rest of the leftovers in the fridge.
Your heart full from the warmth of the recent celebration. Your werewolf mate had embraced the feast with enthusiasm, enjoying every moment of the human traditions.
Your mate, however, was not as at ease as he appeared. As he watched you hum a holiday tune while tidying up, his mind was elsewhere. The human winter holiday of Christmas was approaching, and with it, the full moon. The werewolf rituals of the winter solstice were deeply significant to him, but he feared they would clash with your Christmas traditions.
This was the first time celebrating during the winter solstice together. He knew how much this time meant to you, but there was also no way he could abandon his way of honoring. He didn’t want to spend the holiday apart, but it may have to be that way.
He paced near the fireplace, glancing at the calendar that was marked December 25th with a bright, festive sticker. His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to find the right words. How could he bring up his concerns without dampening your holiday spirit?
He walked over to you and gave you a loving kiss on the forehead before he stalked outside and ran into the woods. Running through the forest was how he cleared his mind. The cold winter air assaulted his lung as he raced between the trees and into the meadow. He sat in his special spot and tried to come up with a solution to his current predicament.
After what felt like hours of listening to the snowy wind, your werewolf mate gets up and slowly starts walking back to your shared cottage. He decided whatever made you happy is what he was going to do. If he had to miss out on the winter solstice rituals for one year, it wouldn’t kill him. You were his life now and he wanted to show you that.
You sat on the couch reading a book while sipping some warm tea while waiting for your mate to return. You knew sometimes he needed to get out. Sometimes he just needed to let the beast side of him be free. You didn’t mind, you thought it was hot and respectful. You hear the familiar sound of massive paw pads stepping onto the back porch and smile to yourself.
“Feel better, love?”, you asked while sipping your tea.
Your mate stood there in the doorway of the living room, watching you for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke.
"My mate…”, he began softly, "the harvest feast was wonderful, and I'm looking forward to this Christmas with you, but there's something I need to discuss with you about our plans”.
“What is it?”, you turned to him with a curious and loving expression on your face.
He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "my winter solstice celebration goes on the same time as Christmas, and it's a very important time for me to perform my moon rituals. I was worried about how we could celebrate both our traditions together. I figured we just might not be able to do that so I wanted to let you know that we can celebrate anything you want. I just want you to be happy."
Your eyes softened with understanding, and you took his hand in yours.
"My love, we'll find a way to make it work. Just like we’ve done with everything else. We'll create new traditions that blend both our worlds."
Relief washed over him as he realized you both were in this together, ready to face the challenge with open hearts and mutual respect.
******
Snowflakes fell gracefully in the crisp December air, blanketing the small town in a shimmering coat of white. It was such a beautiful and peaceful scene. Inside the cozy cabin, twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree, casting a warm, festive glow.
You stood by the window, gazing out at the winter wonderland, your heart swelling with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. This Christmas was going to be special.
You glanced over at the calendar, where you had marked the days leading up to Christmas with bright, cheerful stickers. For you, Christmas had always been a time of joy, tradition, and togetherness. You turned to look at your werewolf mate. He was meticulously arranging candles and crystals on a small altar by the fireplace.
These rituals were an essential part of who he was, deeply rooted in his werewolf heritage. The winter solstice, marked by the full moon, held profound significance for him. It was a time to honor his ancestors and connect with the natural world. You were hopeful about what you both had planned together for the big day. You leave him to his work and go make some hot chocolate.
*******
The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the snow covered branches, casting a serene light on you as you sat outside, enveloped in the tranquility of Christmas Eve. You both had found a beautiful compromise.
As the snow fell gently around you, you and your mate talked and laughed as you waited for midnight to perform the ritual. You wrapped your cloak around you tighter and snuggled up to the warm bundle of fur next to you.
You leaned against your werewolf, your eyelids growing heavy with the peace of the evening. With a tender smile, he held you close, his heart swelling with the quiet contentment of having you by his side tonight.
Midnight had approached, but you succumbed to sleep in his comforting embrace. Your mate gazed at you, the soft rise and fall of your breathing a soothing rhythm against the stillness of the night. He leaned slightly and performed his ritual on the insignia you helped him make. He sat there afterwards, his heart filled with so much love for you. He held you close while he enjoyed the moment just a little bit longer.
Eventually and carefully, he lifted and carried back to the warmth of the cottage. After putting you to bed, he made sure to put a couple extra logs on the fire. After that, he walked through the cottage and made sure all the presents were put out before sneaking back into bed with you.
Morning came and you awoke to heavenly smell. You realized you were alone in bed. You got out of bed and wrapped a blanket around you when you realized it was Christmas morning. You rushed into the living room and the sight you saw left you speechless.
Your werewolf husband had woken up early and made breakfast with the special seasonal coffee you like. He walked into the living room from the kitchen wearing his Christmas printed pajama pants holding two mugs of coffee. You looked at him, in your overly decorated home, and smiled brightly. What a perfect sight for Christmas morning.
Next was the joy of exchanging gifts. Laughter filled the air as you both unwrapped tokens of love and thoughtfulness. The day continued with a grand feast, a delightful blend of foods from both traditions, each bite a symbol of your united front. You both enjoyed a day of being merry and lazy together.
Later, as the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, your werewolf mate led you outside once more. He escorted you back to the spot in the meadow. You said you wanted to learn more about the rituals and he agreed. Once you sat down, your mate handed you something small wrapped in some leather.
You opened it and gasped at what you saw. You held up the gorgeous necklace to get a better look at the gem inside. It was a beautiful moonstone crystal that had a hint of green to it. You marveled at it, speechless.
“I chose the green hued one because it reminded me of the night we met. Here in the forest under the moonlight. I thank the goddess everyday for that chance encounter”, he whispered to you, bringing you in a tight embrace.
As the night continued on, he showed you the ancient winter solstice moon ritual. Your fingers intertwined around the gemstone necklace that sparkled in the moonlight. Together, you both performed the ritual, your eyes wide with wonder and appreciation for his culture.
In that moment, under the vast expanse of the winter sky, you and your mate found perfect harmony. The first Christmas together was more than a celebration. It was a testament to the love and beauty of embracing each other's traditions.
